#imagination of others eating/grocery habits

[c-t-writing]

"What's in the bag?" JJK men headcanons.

Synopsis: What the JJK men can't leave the house without.

Characters included: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Ryomen Sukuna, Choso Kamo, Nanami Kento.

Warnings: None.

Satoru Gojo:

- Spare glasses. They're all the same brand, bought from the same place, look the exact same. Gojo has no variety when it comes to this.

- A spare blindfold. Just in case he's not feeling glasses in that moment. Black is Gojo's go-to colour, but he has a white one stored away somewhere; it reminds him of the bandages he used to wear.

- Lipbalm. He suffers from chapped lips syndrome, argue with the wall. He must look pretty and kissable at all times.

- Mints. Usually bubblegum or strawberry flavoured, but can occasionally be found carrying spearmint ones.

Suguru Geto:

- A hairbrush. Geto is meticulous with his hair, but oftentimes, the wind knots it up. His hairbrush is essential.

- Spare hair ties. He usually carries about three extra. Geto has very thick hair, so bobbles sometimes snap when he puts his hair up in his typical bun.

- Deodorant. He doesn't want to breathe in the monkey smell... :/

- A white coy fish key chain. Him and Gojo bought matching ones years ago - one black and one white. It holds a lot of sentimental value.

Ryomen Sukuna:

- Knuckle dusters. You expected him not to carry a weapon? Let's be honest here, Sukuna goes out to cause chaos.

- Small snacks. Eating is his favourite pastime, so of course he has something stored away in case boredom hits. I imagine something like a bag of Tesco grapes?? Maybe a really dry protein bar?

- A black marker. I'm convinced that when his food runs out and he's left bored once again, he adds little details to his tattoos in black marker.

- A pack of cigarettes. He doesn't even smoke that often, but he carries them around so when he does, he can put them out on people's foreheads.

Choso Kamo:

- Pictures from when him and Yuji went into a photo booth. Wherever this man goes, these photos never leave his person. He shows them off to everyone.

- Aftershave. I'm thinking "Le Male" by Jean Paul Gaultier. Once he caught on that people wear perfumes to smell nice and seem more approachable, Choso coated himself in it. He reeks of musk, but he's trying.

- A spare hair tie. Just one. Choso never takes into account that he wears his hair in two ties, not just the one. What are you going to do if both ties break, Choso? What then?

- Some pressed flowers. He keeps them in a small plastic bag. They were a gift from Shoko after a particularly bad injury. He googled how to press flowers so he could preserve them.

Nanami Kento:

- Glasses wipes. He knows the importance of keeping his goggles as clear and as spec free as possible. He uses them on missions, after all.

- A pack of cigarettes. He probably gets them cheap. He doesn't particularly care about the brand or the strength of them. He just smokes out of habit to help with stress.

- A small notepad. He keeps this with him to track things such as groceries and other errands. A very organised man.

- A small soda can pop-top. Nanami isn't usually one for small, sentimental items, but he keeps it around as it reminds him of a simpler time. When he, Shoko, Geto, Gojo, and others were all students living a more carefree life.

{Author's note: This is my first post, so I hope you've enjoyed it! I thought making something fun would be a nice starting point for this blog.}

[wellnesscard]

stumbled across the tiktok term "ingredients household" the other day. everything coming from that app makes me go insane. food is ingredients is ingredients is food the fuck do you mean. and i did look it up dont try to explain it i looked it up alr chill. im just venting here bc i think its stupid, nonsensical, and basically just means low/minimally processed so like. how are you gonna look at for example what i packed for lunch today and not see food in front of your fucking eyes. idk. yall are too much. whats actually not a real food is these "snacks" made in some factory providing you all the nutritional value of sand off the beach.

[twice-inamillion]

Smut

Sister Talk

Chapter 232 1,826 Words

(Jeongyeon and her sister, Seungyeon, have gotten together at Jeongyeon's request. Seungyeon finds out her little sister's secret and has fun teasing her.)

The environment in the house has been much better after the release of Feel Special. The members are busy with their schedules, such as fan meetings, fan signs, and broadcast shows. All of this resulted in the members being tired at the end of each day. Some of them lazed around the house while others took a different approach, such as Nayeon. Jeongyeon, after a long day, walks through the hallway and tries to use the restroom. She passes some of the member's rooms until she comes close to yours and hears people giggling and some moaning. Interested, she tiptoes, puts her ear to the door, and tries to listen. She listens to the voice and tries to figure out who it is. Out of nowhere, she hears Nayeon’s moaning voice, “You're reaching so deep inside me, I'm going to cum.” Jeongyeon feels a tingling sensation in her private area, knowing what is going on the other side of the door. “He's always fucking, that nasty pig,” as she keeps listening to you both. “What are you doing?” Jeongyeon turns around and sees Chaeyoung coming out of her room, “Nothing.” “Doesn't seem like nothing. Are you peeping up on him?” “No, I just heard something, so I came to check.” Chaeyoung smirked and walked up to Jeongyeon, “Let's see what is going on,” as she placed her ear on the door. “Ahh, you came so much inside me.” Chaeyoung turns around and smirks, “Nayeon unnie is getting filled with so much cum. Maybe I'll tell him to give me some too.” She stands up and gives Jeongyeon a nudge, “You should let him fill you too.” Jeongyeon turns red and chases Chaeyoung off to her room. She can only imagine what's going on as she heads down the stairs and to the living room. Jeongyeon tries to keep herself busy throughout the day but can't seem to get it out of her mind, so she decides to make other plans. She takes out her phone and messages the person she can talk to about her problems, “Unnie, can I come over?” “Sure, come by at any time.”

It's been a while since Jeongyeon visited her older sister. She carries a small gift as she stands in front of the door and rings the doorbell. “Why do you ring the door? You already know my passcode.” “Hey, unnie. Just habit of mine.” “Well, come in, or are you going to stand there?” Jeongyeon walks inside and places the cake she brought into the fridge. “When's the last time you went shopping for groceries?” “Umm. About a week ago. I've been busy, so I've ordered some takeout.” “You need to eat homemade meals. Let's go grocery shopping right now. I'll pay.” “Haha. You seem more like the unnie than me.”

The two of them go shopping and get back with large bags of groceries and other things they found along the way. Seungyeon and Jeongyeon end up making a full-course meal, with Jeongyeon making the most of it. They try to catch up and talk about their lives, both professional and personal. “How's promotions going?” “Good but can tiring. What about you?”” “Just finished a small project, so now I'm resting.” “That sounds like fun.” “I can stay in and catch up on my shows. What about you?” “What do you mean?” “Well… there's a reason why you came, right? Something troubling you?” “I don't want to talk about it.” “Alright, let's change the subject.” “Thanks.” “Oh, I got my jacuzzi installed.” “Oh really?” “Yeah. It got here two weeks ago, but I haven't had a chance to try it out. Want to give it a go?” “Sure.” The two of them take a quick shower before getting inside the jacuzzi. Jeongyeon walks out of the patio and sees her sister already inside. “Come Jeongyeon, how long are you going to keep me waiting? Come inside.” Jeongyeon goes up the steps and undoes her bathrobe. “Why are you in a swimsuit? It's a jacuzzi, not a pool; take it off,” as her sister stands up and reveals her nude body. “Unnie, why are you nude?” Jeongyeon tries to cover her face. “It's my house, my rules. So go back, take off that swimsuit, and returns in “proper” attire.” Jeongyeon steps down and puts on her bathrobe before heading back to the house. It only takes her a few minutes for her to come back. As she goes up the steps, Seungyeon says, “Take it off, take it off,” teasing her. She drops her bathrobe and covers her nether regions and breasts as she gets into the water. “Haha, why are you covering? It's not like I haven't seen you nude better.” Jeongyeon rolls her eyes and takes her hands off her chest, “there, happy?” Seungyeon gets behind her and, cups her sister's breast from behind, and gives them a nice feel, “You grew a little bit.” She whines and says, “Unnie, stop, I don't like it.” “You're boring. Have some fun, Jeongyeon. Would you say that same if it was the guy you liked?” Jeongyeon stops and imagines herself being handled by you. Seungyeon grins and grabs a bit more, teasing her areolas, “So you do have someone you like, who is it? As your older sister, I should know who my little Jeongyeon likes.” “I don't like anyone,” resisting her sister's advancements. “Lies, I know you like the palm of my hand. You like someone, huh? I can tell.” “Un… unnie, please.” Seungyeon moves her hands towards Jeongyeon's nipples and gives them a slow but steady squeeze, causing Jeongyeon to moan out, “Okay, I'll tell you.” “Go on, who is it? Tell your big sister who you like.” “My oppa. I like him.” Seungyeon tries to figure out who it is until it finally clicks. “Wait, you don't mean Jihyo's husband, right?” Jeongyeon turns around and hesitantly nods her head, “Yeah, him.” Seungyeon grins and squeezes her sister, causing her to scream, “Wait, you’re pinching too hard!” “I didn't know my little sister craved for a married man, especially one that has children. You're naughty, Jeongyeon. Haha.” “Don't say it like that. You're making it sound bad.” “Haha I'm just teasing. Anyways, have you too?” slipping her index finger into her other hand in a circular shape. “Eww…that's the first thing you want to know?” “Yeah, it's a normal question to ask.” “No, we haven't done it.” “Why?” “Don't worry about it.” “Oh. Don't tell me, he doesn't even know.” Jeongyeon turns her face from embarrassment, causing her sister to tease her once more, “Oh, it's a one-sided crush, haha.” Jeongyeon, upset at her constant teasing, says, “You're making me look bad.” “Haha, okay, I'll stop.” “Thanks.” Seungyeon changes the conversation into her own love life and how she's been single for these past two years, only dating here and there but nothing serious. Jeongyeon, surprised by her casual dating, asks, “Unnie. How was your first time?”

Seungyeon turns around and asks, “Oh, you're interested?” Jeongyeon starts getting a bit red but tries to play it off, saying, “I was just wondering that's all.” Seungyeon tries to remember and says, “It wasn't too bad. He was a friend from school, so it just hurt a bit. He was average, so it wasn't a big deal.” “Oh, how much average?” “Hmm, maybe 3-5 inches.” “What about 8 inches?” Seungyeon wasn't listening too much until he heard her say eight, “Eight inches? That’s huge.” “Really?” “Yes, that would literally split you in half.” Jeongyeon looks surprised, not knowing that your cock was above average. “Oh, I thought that was normal.” “No, it's not. He’s huge.” “Oh,” debating if she should be happy or upset about your size. “Have you seen it before or have a picture of it?” asks Seungyeon. “Umm…” “You do, huh? Let me see it,” she said, rubbing her hands together. She was excited to see someone hung for the first time. Jeongyeon makes her way to the other side of the jacuzzi, grabs her phone, and goes to her hidden phone gallery. She gives her phone to her sister, making her gasp in awe as she sees a photograph of your cock as you sleep. “Jeongyeon, he’s huge. I can’t believe Jihyo’s husband is that hung. Too bad he’s taken” as Seungyeon slips her hand under the water. Jeongyeon sees her sister bite her lip and is surprised at how cock hungry she is, “Unnie, give me the phone back!” “Just give me a bit,” she said, trying to swipe to see if she found other photos. She swipes it, sees a video, and clicks on it. “Ahh, ahhh… fuck me harder” Seungyeon watches as one of her sister’s members is getting fucked in a mating press position. She moves her fingers towards her cunt and traces her folds, “fuck me from the back, please.” Jeongyeon makes her way to her sister, and they watch you flip around the member and get a view of her back. “You want this cock?” ”Yes, fuck me hard, please.” They both watch as you slap your cock against her ass, making ripples on her cheeks, “Wow, that cock is huge!” Both sisters are glued to the screen as you align your cock to her entrance. The person in the video groans as her cunt is split wide open. They each trace their folds and finger themselves to the movement of your thrusting. They look at each other but don’t do a thing and turn back to watch the last scene as you cum and eventually pull out, showing the cum oozing out of the member’s cunt. ”Jeongyeon, I’m jealous of Jihyo. She has a good husband. If I was her, I would be riding that cock every day.” ”Unnie!” “It’s true,” scrolling to another view, but Jeongyeon snatches the phone out of her hand. “Aww, I wanted to watch another one.” ”No.” ”Alight, maybe I’ll ask Jihyo if she can let me borrow him for a weekend.” ”No, he’s mine!” ”Doesn’t look like it. If that was the case, then it would be you riding that cock instead of whoever was in that video.” It’s true; all of the members except her have had an actual taste. She’s the only one out of nine; maybe she should have a real taste. “I’ll do it when it thinks it's time.” ”Let me know; maybe I’ll stop and join, haha.” ”You’re the worst.” ”I’m kidding.”

The two of them continue the night and watch a few movies before calling it for the day. They get ready and sleep in the same bed as Jeongyeon tries to organize her thoughts about the matter, “maybe a taste wouldn’t be so bad.”

[strawberrynightmare]

Mikey, Mitsuya, Koko & Izana with foodie s/o

Content warning: Just Izana being a little bit... extreme

Koko

~It all started when he took you birthday shopping. The two of you went to a mall and he told you to take anything you want and not look at the price, to which you hesitantly agreed. He expected to be dragged into a clothing or electronics shop. Whatever you wanted; jackets, shoes, bags, perfumes, headphones, games, or maybe, once you get more confident, a phone, tablet, laptop? Or even a tv?

~He got so lost in his fantasies it took him a few minutes to comprehend your current whereabouts. 

~...A grocery store.

~Well, that’s fine. It’s completely reasonable that you’d want to do groceries. Duties first, pleasures second. Although he had to assure you that he’s more than happy to pay for your overflowing shopping cart full of sweets, snacks, cheese and other stuff.  He didn’t let you carry everything yourself, either. He insisted he carries at least 3/4 of them.

~Then the two of you went to get pizza. For that, he paid without even asking. Of course, it wouldn’t be good to shop hungry. And then a sweet dessert - ice cream!

~And when he thought that this is where the actual shopping trip starts, you said that you were done and thanked him. He looked at you as if you were insane. Surely, you must have been joking. 

~But instead of saying “just kidding”, you asked him if there’s anywhere he wants to go. This man was so flabbergasted that he just shook his head and silently walked you home. 

~It didn’t take him long to accept his fate and change his strategy, though. 

~Instead of more “classic” gifts, he began to buy you food. And rather than to the shopping malls, he took you to some of the most recommended restaurants. Pretty chill about it too. Although only for as long as he gets to pay. He can get petty when you don’t let him. The two of you literally race to the checkpoint

~And no, you are not visiting McDonald's, KFC or such things. He’s willing to (respectfully) argue with you about that. Why would you even look at their trash-quality food, when he’s more than willing to pay for something healthier and tastier? *proceeds to wave his credit card in front of your face until you give up*

~If there’s a specific food you crave out of the blue, all you have to do is text him. He’ll order it for you. Hell, he’ll even order anything he sees advertised on the internet that he thought you might like, so don’t get surprised when you get random parcels delivered to your door.

~If you’re worried about your eating habits, he’ll suggest visiting a dietician and will even accompany you there. Won’t force you or stick his nose into your eating habits unless it’s clearly dangerous for your health, though. Most of the time he just supports every decision you make.

~Literally the definition of “Eat whatever you want, I can pay.”

Izana

~Okay this guy 100% loves to watch you eat. You can’t convince me otherwise. 

~Like, imagine you’re casually enjoying your waffles and he sits right in front of you, staring at you, drilling holes into your soul with his gaze. Like this ◉_◉. He doesn’t even order anything for himself no matter how many times you ask him if he’s sure that he’s not hungry. 

~Your boyfriend literally can get high on dopamine from watching you eat something you like. He doesn’t get bored. Each time the two of you meet, he just kinda gives you some kind of a snack and at this point, you don’t even question it, cause he’s gonna do it either way. The two of you start talking, he automatically extends his hand with a snack towards you and you automatically take it without missing a beat. 

~The moment you split your food in half and offered it to him, he was so moved. In his mind, he swore to protect you forever. I’ve seen memes about girlfriends saying they don’t want anything to eat and then eat their boyfriend’s food. Which kind of resembles him because he’ll only eat if it’s from your plate. Can’t get his own for his life. 

~I can clearly imagine a scenario where a gang fight occurs and all of the enemies get heavily beaten up except for that one guy who’s captured at the very beginning and then, at the end, they let him go with no more than a scratch, simply because he’s the son of the owner of your favourite sushi restaurant. 

~At the same time, imagine what happens to the people whose food you dislike. Without a blink, he’d watch you eat something, and instead of the usual bliss he sees on your face, you frown and begin to slow down before hesitantly putting down the eating utensils. He’d ask you if anything’s wrong and after you reply that this dish is not really to your liking, he’d just smile and offer that you eat somewhere else. Then, the next day, you heard in the news that the very same restaurant burned to ashes during the night. The cause of the fire was unknown. 

~Another time, he accidentally saw you out in the town with a friend. He just happened to be nearby and considered saying hello when he heard your friend complaining about you eating way too much. You didn’t seem to take it seriously, but a dark glint in his eyes appeared at that time.

~”I never had a problem with how much they eat…”

~Hopefully, you weren’t very close with that friend (._.)

~Lowkey the devil on your shoulder. He only means good, but he never really tells you no. If you’re thinking about whether to get something to eat, you don’t even have to look at him to know his advice. And if you can’t decide between two things, he’ll just get you both no big deal. Even if he’s aware that it might not be the best for you, it’s not like an additional portion of ice cream will harm you, right?

~He’ll even go as far as to rob a grocery store with his gang to get you a good supply of snacks. You might want to establish some boundaries with him. Just saying. 

~Overall, wants the best, but tends to take things to the extremes.

Mitsuya

~Say no more.

~Actually, he’d cook for you almost each time you come to visit him even before he learns about your fondness for good food. And when he does? You got yourself a personal chef and no amount of insisting and resisting will get you out of this. 

~Legit gets offended if you refuse to let him make you food and suggest eating in the town instead.  

“Haaa? You’d rather pay for some stranger’s stuff rather than eat what your boyfriend prepared for you with love?”

~And it doesn’t matter that you only have the best intentions in mind and you don’t want to overwork him. He’s having none of that. If you really insist that you want to eat at some restaurant or worse- a fast food restaurant (!) he has no power to stop you. He’ll go with you, but he’ll be silent most of the time and will be glaring at you as you eat.

“I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed.”

~But the moment you finally break, and promise to always choose his food over others, he’s momentarily back to himself, apologising and cuddling the hell out of you. Overbearing, but he does it out of care.

~That’s where it ends though. He invites you to eat dinner with him every few days and sometimes makes you snacks, but the rest is up to you. He doesn’t really stick his nose into your eating habits. And he doesn’t forbid you from eating in restaurants either. He’ll straight out encourage you to try out new places, but that’s only as long as he’s not able to cook for you himself, probably due to lack of time.

~If he sees some occasional food trucks or other kinds of time-limited food stalls, he’s absolutely getting you stuff from there. He’ll probably get a little bit of everything so that the two of you can go back there and eat whatever you liked the most.

~And if he sees someone bothering you for your eating habits, he won’t hesitate to pull them aside and scold them or even start a fight if necessary. 

~Will ask his friends and fellow gang members if they’ve been to any good restaurants/bars/cafes/food stalls or anything recently so that he can take you there later.

~Also, will try out even more new recipes and even has a little notebook where he writes down your favourite ones. Then, on some grand dates like anniversaries, your birthday or valentines, he’ll prepare little feasts entirely made out of your favourites.

~HOLD HIM FROM BEHIND AS HE COOKS. The first time you did it he froze and started blushing like crazy. He’d pin you to the wall and make out with you if he didn’t have milk on the stove. 

~From there on, he usually demands that you do it each time you ask if he needs any help or feel guilty with how much effort he puts in for you. This is it, this is the payment. Bonus points if you nuzzle your face into his shoulder. It’s his favourite thing to make him relax.

~Compliment his cooking and he’ll be genuinely thrown off. It’s something which always manages to make his mind all hazy and the butterflies in his stomach spring to life. Don’t let him brush it off! Keep going to witness the great mitsuya takashi embarrassed and shy.

~All in all, LET HIM COOK

Mikey

I came up w/ this one while taking a shit

~I can literally see a whole love story forming there.

~Imagine you decided on a study break, went to some shop nearby and bought some snacks. Let’s say, a croissant or two. A full ass croissant with chocolate inside and stuff. And you go to the park to enjoy it. It’s late afternoon, you find a bench hidden in the shadow of some old maple and bon appetit!

~You were halfway in, when you noticed that someone sat at the opposite side of the bench. You glanced that way and saw a blonde who looked to be about your age. He was also eating, but it was dorayaki. Without thinking much about it, your attention shifted back to your treat. After you were done, you quietly left.

~Then, a whole week later, it was also around that time that you decided to have some air, went to the same store and this time, bought a box of cookies. Once again, you ventured into the park and soon noticed that the bench you occupied last time was once again empty. So you sat there and enjoyed your break. 

~And again, the very same blonde appeared and sat nearby but with a different snack. 

You were suddenly pulled out of your blissful state by the stranger’s voice. 

“Can I have one cookie?” You turned to look at him. “I’ll give you pocky in exchange,” he noticed the slight surprise on your face and sent you a reassuring smile. “Is it too sudden? Sorry, but they just smell so good. Seriously, what flavour is this?”

“I think it’s because of the orange filling,“ you extended the box towards him as he moved closer to you. He took one cookie and offered you his pocky. 

“Thank you! Now try this, it’s green tea flavoured.”

“Nice, thanks.”

~No more words were spoken and as you finished, you simply said your goodbye and left. But the next time you went there, he was on the bench already. When he noticed you, he waved you in greeting and another exchange took place, this time, you also had a little small talk. Then, the same situation kept repeating until the two of you sat right next to each other and chatted casually. 

~Every few days, you headed to the bench, hoping to see him there. But after some time, it didn’t simply end on the bench hangouts. He’d ask you to go with him to that cafe you spoke so fondly about. Or the ramen restaurant he recommended. 

~As you began to spend more time together, you exchanged numbers, began to text each other and even developed feelings. None of you could point out the exact time when you fell in love. It just felt so right when you were together, you soon began to officially date. 

~Which brings us to this point. Seriously, you’re like twin souls. It is now a common occurrence for the two of you to exchange food or even steal each other’s. Literally imagine you and a few of his friends hanging out at his place and he looks through his drawers frowning for a while and finally asks “who took my limited edition strawberry taiyaki?” with a death voice. No one dares to breathe, but there you are, head peeking from the bathroom. “Oh, I ate it”.

~Everyone gets ready to hold Mikey down to at least give you a few minutes to run, but he just gets back to his normal mode and smiles. “Did you like it? I’ll buy more for you next time then.” And they’re absolutely bewildered. No, I will never get tired of this trope

~Food dates all of the time. Cafe, restaurant, bar, grocery store, name it and you’ll be going there. Especially if you’re too shy to go on your own. There is no such thing as ‘too much food’ in his dictionary. Eat to your heart’s content and if anyone dares to comment, we all know what happens. 

~Totally the type to bring you some sweets and ask for cuddles, kisses and letting him sleep on your lap in exchange. But hey! You can do the same. Actually, you don’t even have to get him anything. He’s physically unable to say no to you even if he sometimes gets a little bit pouty, a few minutes later he doesn’t even remember why he was mad in the first place.

~Once you have dated for some time, he’s the type to ask you how does your food taste while you’re eating, and as you’re moving your plate towards him, it’s 50/50 whether he demands you to feed him or steals a kiss and then licks his lips and says, “it’s good.”

~The spoon feeding though. He wants you to feed him just as much as he wants to feed you. It makes everyone in the 10 metre radius look away. Especially if you happen to be hanging out with his friends. The moment you start, various groans and sighs can be heard all around you. But at the same time, they all have those little smirks on their lips. 

~Their leader is smitten. Good for him.

[2myl0ver]

☾ habits he'd get from being with you // Koga Yudai

genre : fluff / wc : 385 / tw : mentions of food / masterlist

hugging you when in bed. I think he'd get really used to having your presence with him so when he gets in bed and tries to reach out for you on the other side of the bed to realize you're not there he just replaces your side of the bed with a pillow and sprays your perfume on it. (i got this idea from an enhypen writer but I forgot who they are if yk pls lmk<3)

thinking of you when he sees something you like. for example, he's with the group buying groceries and he sees you favorite chocolate, "hm, I should get some for y/n" and then he buys the whole shelf.

followed by the 2nd one, he'd buy you snacks/drinks everyday and give them to you before you go to school or work. he wakes up earlier than you so he would get you a little something and put a little sticky note on it giving you motivation for the day. "eat well! do your best today. don't over do it. - love, the best boyfriend ever, K <3" or "drink this, it'll give you energy and it's good, trust me!".

hearing to breakup songs and thinking of your relationship. this sounds bad but trust me that's not what I mean by this!! I mean, he really see's his future with you, marriage, kids, grandkids and all that. so when he hears breakup songs he really can't imagine you or him doing that to each other. he thinks of how grateful he is that he's found someone that can give him as much love as he gives them.

constantly checking his phone to see if you texted. he's really busy, so he doesn't usually see your messages as soon as you send them but once he's done practicing or filming he immediately checks his phone to see if you sent him anything.

changing your ringtone. to differentiate you from other people texting. when he years a default ringtone, he doesn't usually check it until he's not busy but if he hears the fine tone he set yours to be he checks it as soon as he hears it.

he likes to send you random things he think you might like. for example, during &auditions camping episode he saw a cat and automatically took his phone out and took a picture to send to you. "look, I found a cat!!"

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a/n : i know some of these aren't really habits but I thought I'd include them :)

[journalofanoldsoul]

Food or Culinary Interests (Natal Chart)

There are several astrological indicators that can suggest an interest in food or culinary talent in a natal chart, such as :

Venus in Taurus or in the 2nd house: Venus is the planet of pleasure and enjoyment, and Taurus is associated with the senses, including taste and smell. When Venus is in Taurus or in the 2nd house (the natural house of Taurus), it can indicate a strong appreciation for good food and a desire to indulge in culinary delights.

Moon in Cancer or in the 4th house: The Moon is associated with our emotions and our sense of comfort and nurturing, while Cancer is associated with the home and domesticity. When the Moon is in Cancer or in the 4th house (the natural house of Cancer), it can indicate a strong emotional connection to food and a desire to nurture others through cooking and providing meals.

Jupiter in the 2nd or 6th house: Jupiter is associated with abundance, growth, and expansion, and it can bring luck and success to whatever it touches. When Jupiter is in the 2nd or 6th house, it can indicate a talent for cooking and a desire to share one's culinary skills with others.

Strong aspects between Venus and Mars: Venus and Mars are the planets of love and desire, and when they are in harmonious aspect (such as a trine or sextile), it can indicate a strong passion for cooking and a desire to create delicious meals for loved ones.

A prominent or well-aspected Neptune: Neptune is associated with imagination, creativity, and inspiration, and it can bring a dreamy, artistic quality to whatever it touches. When Neptune is prominent in a chart (such as in the 1st or 10th house), or in positive aspect to personal planets (such as the Sun, Moon, or Venus), it can indicate a talent for cooking and a desire to experiment with flavors and ingredients to create unique and imaginative dishes.

In terms of houses, the 2nd, 4th and the 6th houses are associated with food and cuisine in astrology, but for different reasons :

The 2nd house is the natural house of Taurus, which is associated with the senses, including taste and smell. The 2nd house is also associated with personal resources, including money and possessions, as well as values and self-worth. This makes the 2nd house a natural fit for food and cuisine, as it governs our relationship to resources and the things we value.

In particular, the 2nd house is associated with our personal relationship to food, such as our taste preferences and dietary habits. It can also indicate our relationship to money and how we choose to spend it on food and dining experiences. A well-aspected 2nd house can indicate an appreciation for good food and a desire to indulge in culinary delights.

The 6th house, on the other hand, is associated with health, wellness, and service to others. It is the natural house of Virgo, which is associated with the digestive system and the pursuit of perfection. The 6th house governs our daily routine, including our work, diet, exercise, and self-care.

In terms of food and cuisine, the 6th house is associated with the practical aspects of cooking and preparing food, such as meal planning, grocery shopping, and food preparation. It also governs our relationship to food in terms of health and wellness, and can indicate our dietary habits and preferences based on our physical needs.

Last but not least, the 4th house in astrology is associated with home, family, and the domestic sphere. It is also associated with our roots, ancestry, and heritage. Because of these associations, the 4th house can be related to food and cuisine.

In many cultures, food and cooking are a fundamental part of family life and domestic traditions. The 4th house represents the traditions and customs that are passed down through generations, including recipes and cooking techniques. In this way, the 4th house can indicate our culinary heritage and the foods we grew up eating and preparing in our childhood home.

The 4th house can also represent our emotional relationship to food. Comfort foods and dishes that remind us of home and family are often associated with the 4th house. Additionally, the 4th house can indicate our relationship to food in terms of nurturing and providing for others, as the home and family are often seen as the primary sources of emotional support.

Overall, the 2nd, 4th and 6th houses are associated with food and cuisine in different ways, but they share a common thread in terms of our emotional and cultural connections to food and cooking. It can also indicate our culinary heritage, our emotional attachment to food, and our relationship to food as a means of providing comfort and nurturing for ourselves and others.

Stay tune for more astro posts...

xoxo

J.

[blacklesbothatlovestowrite]

Telekinesis Pt 3

Slight Smut, Petty activity and Drama.

"I don't like your hardheaded ass but I love you all the same." Lexi rolls her eyes as she hugs you. She came over first thing in the morning with fresh pomegranate juice and avocado egg toast with chili oil from your favorite food spot.

"I love you too but you gotta chill. I am an adult, I am more than capable of making my own decisions. Even if you don't agree with them." You scold her. You couldn't imagine her not caring about you but you needed her to also not judge you for being human and a lovesick fool.

"I don't." She quickly responds and you purse your lips. "But I will try not to be too opinionated about that trifling hoe."

You laugh, knowing that was the best you were going to get from her. Lexi was beyond protective and it was something you matched 100%. She was your best friend, your other half.

"Full disclosure, Shuri and I are going to dinner tonight. As friends." You bite your lip as Lexi takes a deep breath.

"I'll pray for you." Lexi sighs, moving to your kitchen to rummage through your fridge. "You went grocery shopping without me?"

You scoff a laugh. Dylan had surprised you with impromptu Whole Foods groceries. She personally picked up your groceries when she got hers and dropped them off after leaving this morning before heading to work.

It was something that made you like her even more. She always did thoughtful things. Bringing you flowers, food, books she thought you'd enjoy, vinyl records of music you loved, essentials your home needed when you were running low.

She catered to you completely and that baffled you. How she could so easily do right by you without even being asked. It drove you crazy at times trying to rationalize why she cared for you so much.

"Dylan actually did it for me." You look at your hands. You didn't want to see any judgment from her, she was team Dylan from day one.

"Hmmmm." Is all she says, and I know it's meant to be as annoying as it sounds. She wants to point out just how good Dylan is for you, you know it.

"I need to go workout and do some work. I'll hit you later." You say, heading for your bedroom to get dressed for the gym.

Having skipped the gym and any actual physical activity in the past three days had you itching to get back to your routine. You couldn't stomach being lazy, it led to very unhealthy habits. You'd promised to never get big again and that meant moving a lot as you loved food.

The gym wasn't as packed as normal, so you found a corner and did your glute warm up. Once you were done and had stretched, you went to do the stair master for 15 minutes then started doing RDL's, Hip Thrusts, Sumó Squats and Deadlifts. By the time you'd gotten through your strength training, you moved on to the stair master for 45 minutes on a higher level than normal pushing yourself as punishment for skipping three days worth of workouts.

By the end of your workout you were a sweating, out of breath mess. You wiped the sweat off your forehead and stretched again to cool down before heading to take a cold shower to help your muscles after such an exhausting workout.

You had plenty of time before Shuri was set to pick you up so you decided to go shopping. You wanted something new, something to make her eat her heart. You needed the validation, you wanted the confirmation that you could bring her to her knees.

You walk into a high end boutique you'd heard of. Everyone knew of it, you'd never dared to step foot in the store. However you were feeling bold and petty, so you were ready for anything.

You stared at a few dresses before you found one that made you stop in your tracks. It was beyond gorgeous, sexy, a definite jaw dropper.

"Hello!" A bright voice says, breaking you from your gaze. You turned to see the short girl from the club. Miss Riri Williams.

You'd stalked Shuri enough to know this girl was a regular. No one had lasted as long as Miss Williams. Shuri was a love them and leave them type but for some reason she'd been linked to Miss Williams for six months.

"Hi." You reply, staring at her. You sized her up discreetly. She was pretty, it was obvious and that shook you to the core to admit.

"How can I help you today?" She says, her eyes widening a bit as she recognized you. You could tell by the way her eyes widened slightly.

"I'm looking for a dress for tonight." You take a deep breath. "I'd like that one." You gesture towards the dress you'd been staring at.

"Oh, ok...." She mutters, her eyes moving from you to the dress and then back. "What size?"

"10." You mumble. You felt uncomfortable at times with sizes and admitting them.

"Let me grab your size and I'll meet you in the dressing room. Did you see anything else you might want to try?" Riri asks.

"No, just the dress. I have the perfect shoes in mind." You assure her, before heading to where you see the dressing room.

While you wait for her to bring the dress your phone rings.

Incoming call - Lexi 🤞🏾

You rolled your eyes and sent it to voicemail as you pulled off your clothes. Stacking them neatly on the lounger. You stared in the mirror at your frame. You were thick, with a semi flat tummy.

You could see the glute pump from your workout as you turned slightly in the mirror. Your ass was a definite obsession for you. Coming from never having an ass to having a whole shelf was a huge confidence boost. You'd always been sensitive about having no booty, having no body that you would binge eat.

"Ok, I have--" Riri stopped talking as she walked in and saw you standing half naked on the small platform. Her eyes rolled over your frame. "Uhhhmmmm. I have the dress."

You smirk internally at the look on her face. Before taking your bra off and taking the dress from her to Slide over your head. The slinky dress hugged your every curve. It had slits in the sides that showed quite a bit of skin. You would definitely have to go sans panties.

"Are you going on a date?" Riri asks, clearing her throat. You knew she was uncomfortable and you were loving every minute of it.

"I'm not sure what to call it." You shrug as you turn to see yourself in the mirror at different angles.

"Well you look amazing." Riri compliments, and you could telll she meant it.

"Let's hope my ex thinks so too." You say, suggestively. A smirk on your lips, as you turned your gaze towards hers.

"You're meeting up with an ex?" She raised a brow. The connection was made and you could see the frustration in her eyes as she fought to remain professional.

"You know what they say 'Can't leave 'em alone' and all that." You joke, watching as she tensed slightly.

A few moments pass as you continue to stare blankly wanting her mind to conjure up the many possibilities of what could take place tonight. A small part of you felt bad knowing she'd done nothing to you to deserve any of your energy.

"I'll take the dress." You say, before slipping it off and getting dressed. You hand the dress over to her and watch as she heads for the counter.

"Have a good night." She says, her tone wavering. You had to give her credit, even though she was upset she was respectful.

As you paid and wished her a good night, you made sure to make one last comment to solidify trouble for Shuri.

"If she really appreciates what's underneath the dress, I'll definitely be back." You leave with a quick wave.

The moment your back home you quickly refresh yourself, have a smoothie to fill you up a bit and get ready while listening to music. Once you're finished getting ready, you snap a few pics and save them.

Hair (Minus headband) and Makeup

Your dress

"You look good.... like really good..." Shuri mutters, swallowing hard. As you open the door for her. You watch her, in a black blazer with no bra, giving hella peekaboo but classy and matching fitted wide leg pants and heels.

"I know." You say, mustering up every bit of confidence you can manage.

As you get into her sports car, she stares at you her eyes full of curiosity.

"Why did you go see Riri?"

"Why did I go shopping at your little girlfriend's job?" You snort, your eyes rolling. Noting the clench of her jaw. She hated when you did that.

"Y/n." She scolds.

"I wanted something to wear and I found it. This dress was made for me." You say, seductively as you crossed one leg over the other.

"You're something else." Shuri laughs, as she starts the car and drives off.

"Sorry if your girlfriend was offended by me giving her a pretty nice sized commission." You smirk. It was clear that Riri had ran to Shuri to either complain or accuse her.

"Not offended and she's not my girlfriend." Shuri shakes her head.

"Ah, I'm sorry. The girl you're fucking." You correct yourself, pulling your phone out. You were too bothered and that in itself told you that you shouldn't have come.

"Why do you care?" It made you angry at how easy Shuri could play anything off.

"I don't." Is all you said. The rest of the car ride was silent despite Shuri trying on several occasions to start a conversation.

When she pulled into the familiar neighborhood, you tensed. You'd thought she'd be taking you out, somewhere public. Yet here you were at her home, the familiar massive piece of scientific design in all it's glory.

Instead of saying anything you left the car not waiting for her to open your door like she'd done when she'd picked you up. You head straight for her front door that swung open the moment you touched the pad by the door.

She either kept your information in Griot's system or went back and added it after she'd talked to you. You stepped in, feeling the heat of her body behind you. Your eyes taking in the familiar decor.

There were quite a few new things to add to the old things since you'd last been there. The first time you'd come it looked very lonely and felt cold. This time it looked lived in, there were portraits of various times in Shuri's life with her family.

"You kept it." You say, looking at the biggest piece of artwork she had. You'd painted her mother.

"Or course I did." Shuri says, incredulously as if she could not believe the question.

"Your Home looks lived in..." You comment on the decor. Feeling strange in her private space after so long.

"Riri helped me decorate. She said it looked like a rental rather than a private residence." Shuri reluctantly admits. The comment angers you, knowing she let the girl have rule over her domain.

"She did a good job." You had to admit the girl had good taste.

"I had a chef come in and prepare your favorites, everything's on the warmer. If you'd like to go have it?" Shuri asks, and you nod as she leads the way to her dining room.

"What have you been up to?" Shuri inquires. You idly wondered if she ever checked up on you like you had her. As the two of you sit side by side, she pours wine for the both of you and fills the water glasses.

"Work, Gym, Lexi, and Dylan." You shrug. Your life was in a semi better place. You went out more, you traveled, you had fun with Dylan. Then of course there was the obsessive stalking Shuri's every move on social media.

"Is it serious, you and Dylan?" You could see how bothered she was by the way she said Dylan's name.

"I don't think that’s your business." You quickly shut that down.

"Yet Riri is yours?"

"Considering you lied to me about her... I'd say I'm right in keeping my private business just that; mine." You shrug.

“What lie?” Shuri looks confused.

“You said you’ve never fucked her but the two of you are pretty touchy. And the way Riri looked today, there’s no denying she’s your woman.” You grab the glass of wine and down it, feeling frustrated with the topic. You lean over a bit to grab the bottle to pour more.

“I’ve never fucked Riri.” Shuri raises a brow. “We’re close. I mean we’ve been dating but nothing has happened as it stands… We aren’t exclusive.”

“Love that for you.” The words like acid on your tongue. Now your visit to the boutique felt right. You hoped it shook the tiny girl to her core.

“Y/n…”

“What have you been up to?” You wave her off not wanting to be treated like a delicate flower. She had no reason yo apologize or try to coddle you. She wasn’t yours.

“Well lately I’ve been working on businesses that hire African Americans, trying to bridge the gap in the economy that’s screwed them over for so long.” Shuri grabs the plates of food off the warmer; placing one in front of her and the other in front of you.

“That’s really amazing.” You commend her, she was fulfilling her brother’s goals.

“I’m working on buying up land to make communities for black people only, as problematic as that sounds they deserve their own space free from outside interference constantly trying to bring them down systemically. They deserve protection and—“

Your phone rings, interrupting her and you bite your lip as you take it out of your bag.

Mi Sol 🧡

You look up at Shuri who’s face is blank. You give her an apologetic look as you answer the call, you’d told yourself you’d be more present and put in effort with Dylan and that meant taking her serious and making her a priority.

“Hey!” You greet her.

“Hi, mami.” She returns, her voice full of warmth. “You’re so gorgeous.”

“Thank you baby.” You smile, compliments were something you enjoyed and compliments from Dylan were even better because she constantly hyped you up.

“I miss your beautiful smile, your luscious lips, your other lips…” She giggles and you realize she’s tipsy. She’s horny whenever she gets tipsy. More than normal.

“Baby…” You whine, as you think of the many good things that happen when she’s tipsy.

“Whaaaaaaat?” She says, innocently. “I can’t say how obsessed I am with my girlfriend? How she has the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen? How I wanna taste said pretty pussy?”

“Lani…” You sigh, knowing exactly what she was doing. She was trying to get you to either come over or go back home. You had a feeling Lexi told her exactly who you were with.

“You know that thing I do with my tongue… that thing that has your toes curling and your eyes rolling into the back of your head?” She continues.

“Ay, mami…. No me jodas.” You pout, knowing she was purposely making you wet.

“Your bed is mighty lonely without you…” She says and you roll your eyes as she giggles again.

“Baby, I’ll be back soon.” You tell her.

“Hurry…. I know my pussy misses me.” Dylan declares and you cross your legs.

“I’ll be back soon.” You repeat before hanging up. You look at Shuri and your brows furrow at the look on her face. Her veins are showing in her face and her jaw is clenched.

“Are you okay?”

“Fine.” Shuri mumbles. “I take it you have to leave?”

“Not right now. You were telling me about what you were doing.” You remind her, watching as she slowly loosens up.

“I don’t want to keep you from your girlfriend.” She snaps and you stare at her in surprise.

“Ok, then.” You nod to yourself before pushing your chair back and standing. Just as you’re about to walk off, Shuri’s quickly at your side with her hand clasping your wrist.

“Wait Sthandwa, I apologize. I was wrong to speak to you like that.” Shuri pleads, her eyes begging me to stay. I exhale, pulling my wrist from her hold.

“Seems we both care more than we should.” You point out, sitting back in your seat.

The rest of the dinner is tame. You both steer away from heavy conversations and focus on your career, and what you’ve both been doing to better yourselves physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually. The last one is shocking to you when Shuri admits she believes in the Ancestors now and the saying ‘Everything Happens For A Reason’

For the longest time she was so angry at everything. When she’d lost her family it’d seemed like she’d lost herself as well. Sitting and conversing with her as she reflected on how much she’d changed and matured over the years made you feel slightly envious that you couldn’t do that for her.

It went without saying that Riri was the one that helped her and that made you feel worthless. You’d tried when you were together to help her, to heal her, to be her peace and she seemed too combative against it. She warred with you when all you tried to do was make her smile, bring happiness into her life.

What did Riri do that was so different from what you tried to do? How was she able to awaken the loving Shuri you’d heard so much about and could barely get. What did she have that you didn’t? Sure she was a pretty girl and she had a skinny, tiny body but it couldn’t just be looks. Shuri had been with enough women that looks couldn’t be the factor.

“You deserve every piece of happiness you can find.” You sum up the strength to say, feeling guilty for the anger and jealousy that was stirring in you.

While it was clear Shuri had grown. It was even clearer that you hadn’t. You’d changed for sure. But it clearly wasn’t for the best.

[yurizzsblog]

Quirks For Your Character(s):

Physical Quirks

Twirls Hair When Nervous: A character might habitually twirl or tug at their hair when they’re feeling anxious or deep in thought.

Fidgets with Jewelry: Constantly playing with a ring, necklace, or bracelet.

Unique Laugh: A distinct laugh that stands out, whether it's a snort, a high-pitched giggle, or a deep belly laugh.

Facial Expressions: Always raising one eyebrow, squinting, or having a habitual smirk.

Unusual Gait: A peculiar way of walking, like a pronounced limp, swagger, or bounce.

Behavioral Quirks

Obsessive Tidiness: Has to arrange everything neatly and symmetrically.

Compulsive List-Making: Makes lists for everything, from groceries to daily tasks, to life goals.

Late-Night Snacker: Routinely sneaks into the kitchen for midnight snacks.

Collects Odd Items: Collects something unusual, like antique keys, bottle caps, or comic book memorabilia.

Speaking in Riddles: Often communicates in riddles or cryptic sayings.

Social Quirks

Avoids Eye Contact: Struggles to make eye contact, often looking away during conversations.

Overly Polite: Uses excessively polite language, even in casual situations.

Interrupts: Frequently interrupts others without realizing it, out of excitement or impatience.

Unintentional Eavesdropper: Tends to overhear conversations unintentionally and often reacts to them.

Social Media Obsession: Constantly checks and updates social media accounts, even during important events.

Cognitive Quirks

Trivia Buff: Has an extensive knowledge of random trivia and loves to share it.

Over-Analyzer: Overthinks and analyzes every situation or decision in detail.

Photographic Memory: Remembers minor details and facts with astonishing accuracy.

Synesthesia: Experiences synesthesia, such as associating numbers with colors or sounds with tastes.

Daydreamer: Often gets lost in daydreams and has a vivid imagination.

Emotional Quirks

Overly Optimistic: Maintains an overly positive outlook, regardless of circumstances.

Grudge Holder: Holds grudges for a long time and finds it hard to forgive.

Easily Embarrassed: Blushes or gets flustered easily, even over small things.

Fear of Commitment: Has an intense fear of committing to anything, from relationships to decisions.

Laughs in Serious Situations: Involuntarily laughs or smiles during inappropriate times, such as serious conversations or tense moments.

Unusual Habits

Eats in Alphabetical Order: Eats food on their plate in alphabetical order or in a specific sequence.

Talks to Objects: Frequently talks to inanimate objects, like cars, plants, or appliances.

Carries a Lucky Charm: Always carries a specific item for luck or comfort, like a lucky coin or a special pen.

Personal Rituals: Has personal rituals, like tapping the doorknob three times before leaving the house.

Quirky Greetings: Uses unique greetings or farewells, such as a signature handshake or catchphrase.

Dressing Quirks

Always Wears Hats: Rarely seen without a hat, and has a large collection of different types.

Mismatch Socks: Intentionally wears mismatched socks as a personal style statement.

Signature Color: Always wears something in a specific color, like red shoes or a blue scarf.

Vintage Clothing: Prefers to dress in vintage or retro clothing styles.

Seasonal Accessories: Wears accessories that match the season, like snowflake earrings in winter or flower brooches in spring.

[twst-drabbles]

Greetings

You keep dropping fae crumbs in dias dribbles, you also mentioned fae food in Sebeks

That would surely add a level of danger to Lilia's cooking to the unsuspecting student

I guess silver can just never eat human food since he grew up with fae food

No mushroom risotto for him then

It's just fun adding in little faerie bits to really cement this other worldliness of the Diasomina group. They're dangerous enough that most other students want to avoid them, but not to such an extent that interacting with them is not worth it. Just gotta be aware of the rules, of their habits and just how densely weaved magic is in their everyday life.

Considering that he consulted a guide on how to feed a child, I would imagine that Lilia didn't give him any of the fae food. Traveled across human lands to get the groceries he needed for the baby Silver. Get him to enjoy the human foods. Doesn't want to take that away from him, as much as Lilia wanted to listen to his selfish nature and just, feed him fae food and never want for anything else. That, and Lilia understands, to an extent, how humans love their offspring.

Lilia may not be human, but he can at least emulate such behaviors so that he doesn't fumble and potentially mess this little human up. Really, at first it was such a hassle, trying to figure why his method of making food was so dangerous but he got the hang of it.

Probably could make for some potential angst on Silver's part since this is his dad. Being unable to share or enjoy the same foods is just... not a great feeling, you know? And that's only the starting point of all the many, many differences that Silver didn't notice until later on in life.

Really, love that good ol blue and orange morality, though it's only the barest of blue and orange. I'm not good enough of a writer to get into the deep details of it all. But I will try!

[29625]

Some smut idea dump for Slimav I came up with in the haze of disordered sleep from jetlag.

Also the angst is eating me up, man. Gotta be horny and let the boys fuck in peace sometimes.

TW: NSFW themes. Explicit discussion of consensual sexual contents. Unhinged discussion about Slider’s himboness.

1. Slider dressed as a mad scientist for Halloween, except for the fact it’s not Halloween just yet. Mav comes home to see his boyfriend trying out his very intricate costume (Believe it or not, Sli can be pretty artsy, duh!) with a white coat and a black sweater and trousers and gloves and everything. “Ah! Welcome home mister Pete Mitchell! It is a very nice night, no?” Slider says in a thick German accent. “Say, what made you come here? To my humble lab?”

“Sli, what the fuck?” Maverick laughs, dropping a bag of groceries on the floor. “You’re gonna be…what, German Dr. Strange this year?”

“Ow c’mon dickhead, don’t make me break a character!” Slider hisses as he flips up his goggles (all foggy and stained with some mysterious liquid and everything. Jesus, the details.). “Also yeah, this is me speaking like a true Kerner. Sue me.”

“It's kinda sexy, though. You talking like that.” Maverick places a chaste kiss on his cheek. “What's on your mind, Dr. Kerner?”

Alternatively: Sli is dominant and breedable and Mav is enjoying the every bit of the wild ride before Halloween. Featuring Slider’s sexy German accent and some good-ol’ clothed sex w/ ass eating because why not.

2. Slimav phone sex arch. This is inspired by none other than Tutti Frutti by New Order! basically Sli and Mav are in a long-distance relationship (I'm imagining Sli flying for Hawaiian Airlines after he retires from the Navy while Mav is in Nevada. This info may or may not be relevant to my current series.) and one day Mav has a bad day. A really bad day. But don’t you worry, Sli is here for help with his slutty voice and much more slutty act of service using his dildo. Set in the mid 00s. I mean…have you seen the pic of Rick talking on the phone in his tank top? Yeah.

3. Couch sex on a cold, snowy day. The central heating in Slider’s house breaks down and he has to flee to Mav’s tiny home. Two bros huddling for warmth kissing each other on the lips cause they are so gay. This could be either pre or during relationship but I’d like to imagine an accidental kiss and touching between two friends, or a still awkward sexual encounter between a fresh couple.

4. Slider w/ a fucking long tongue, pre-relationship. Having a long-ass tongue is all fun and games until you constantly bite your tongue while eating, speaking, and even sleeping. If Ice’s got a oral fixation involving his lips and teeth, Slider’s got a habit of playing with his tongue (biting, twisting, licking his lips, running his tongue on a fork, etc) and Maverick notices that. One day Sli’s showing off some cool tricks using his tongue and Mav’s like wow that’s kinda impressive bro bet the ladies are satisfied hehe and Sli’s like what ladies????? Oh you mean my ladies????? Sorry I don’t really go down like that. Spoiler alert; Sli’s got a great mouth for cockwarming/sucking and Mav’s about to fucking lose it in the bathroom stool of a bar. I can never get tired of Sli’s toothy wide grin guys, to the point of headcannoning the length of his tongue. Send help.

[hereliesbou]

Stupid Silly Health And Wellness Headcannons!?

A fun(ny) thing i like to think about sometimes is a character's diet and fitness habits, especially during a time where I'm trying to be extra careful of my own due to my conditions.

What are their habits like, what do they eat on a daily basis?

Do they have a schedule for it all or is it just whatever they're feeling at the moment?

I touched on this a little bit before for Mr. Plant and Argos but that was forrreeeverrrr ago and also it's gone now since I deleted VoidBeau. Though i'm sure there are reblogs floating around somewhere.

But I will reiterate some ideas and also go over some slightly more recent stuff I've been wondering.

-In terms of eating habits for Mr. Plant, I've always envisioned a lot of depression meals. At least before Argos showed up.

Just whatever is there and doesn't require any effort.

A whole carton of blueberries, cheese out of the bag, junkfood galore cause it's just there and ready.

Frying an orange is probably the most effort he'll put into something on a good day.

But also I feel like he's reasonably active that it seems to balance things out? 🤔

Murder and hiding bodies can't be easy.

A single full grown adult is a heavy thing to overpower and move around, let alone three. Maybe more! And what does Mr. Plant do when he hangs around in the dark parts of the void? I always imagine him luring people in for murderous fun.

This is the closest I think Mr. Plant comes to consistently working out, otherwise I don't think he cares very much.

I've always pictured Mr. Plant being a mix of muscle and probably a bit of flab around the belly.

Besides, Ashur did say he imagined Mr. Plant being a "big guy" and ALSO that he doesn't share body types with his characters so

free game. 😎

-I used to always picture Argos being a lot more put together in regards to a better diet, but the more I thought about it, the more I think...

No, probably not actually.

He has a million jobs and probably just barely makes it to any of them at any given moment.

Argos is the anime character running down the road with a piece of toast hanging out of his mouth.

Man barely eats I imagine. He's either way too busy or he forgets entirely unless someone is there to remind him.

Even on his days off, I picture Argos snacks more than he eats proper meals. He tries to be health conscious and do meal preps and stuff but between work, hobbies and finding time to spend with Mr. Plant, he just doesn't have the time or is too tired.

However, I do feel like when it comes to other people, Argos is much better at finding time/energy to cook up actual food, especially for Mr. Plant.

I can easily imagine Argos making those super aesthetic lunch boxes for Mr. Plant. Made with extra care and love with all his favourites, and stuff from Argos' garden! <3

On the other hand, I can also see Argos doing it for a co-worker he doesn't like.

Also stuff from Argos' garden.

Expect to not see that person again the following week. Or the next day...

In terms of exercise, it's all of Argos' jobs that keep him active.

As well as his gardening and plant finding... and other less than legal extra curricular activities he may get into from time to time.

Guy's always on his feet.

-Mr. Flower is the put together one. He's got a full daily schedule for breakfast, lunch and dinner and he's very particular when he's out grocery shopping. The kinda guy to spend time reading labels and make note of which brands he'd rather avoid.

Also maybe the type to make comments on your food choices which can be annoying, but he means well.

If you ask for health advice, he'd be happy to give it!

I can also see Mr. Flower being up super early for morning jogs and stuff. He strikes me as the type to have an office job so spending as much time outside of that on his feet is probably important to him.

and for fun (and me)...

-Thorn.

He's a busy guy also but doesn't worry too much about what he puts in his body, though he should.

He eats out most of the time due his schedule and it's a toss up whether or not it's somewhere fancy, healthy or the greasiest burger joint this side of the void.

If it were up to him though, he'd probably stick to the burgers but he's always got someone on his back over his health... Friends, co-workers, even some of his employees.

Because of that, he's got a gym schedule but he probably wouldn't follow it of his own volition.

Thorn's got people begging him constantly to stop smoking or at least cut back, but the problem with that is, if he's not smoking eight packs a day, he's burning through the unhealthiest snacks possible.

Bags of chips, energy drinks and sodas galore, and there's always gotta be some kind of lollipop in his mouth if there can't be cigarette in it.

So everyone just lets him smoke.

I imagine his weight fluctuates a lot.

[mariacallous]

It should come as no surprise that Nigella Lawson, who nicknamed her microwave the mee-cro-wah-vay and regularly refers to pomegranate seeds as “ruby jewels,” has her own name for rugelach: scuffles.

“Scuffles,” the British television cook and proclaimed food writer explains in a recent YouTube recipe tutorial, “is the really delightful American name for an even more delightful Ukrainian pastry, rohalyky. Now if you’ve ever encountered rugelach, you’ll know what they are, but think like doll’s-house-sized croissants.”

So much to unpack here.

As a Brit, I regularly have to turn to my North American colleagues for insight into the food habits and psyche of those across the pond, but only a few had heard of scuffles. Hmm. Further research online revealed that scuffles are a fairly popular Canadian Christmas pastry. A rugelach by any other name would taste as sweet, I concluded, and moved on.

… But not very far. 

I was as thrown by the term “scuffles” as I was by Nigella’s pronunciation of rugelach, with its long “oo” like in “arugula,” which is different to the way it’s typically pronounced in the U.K.: rog-a-lach. Ultimately, I reasoned that we’re probably all pronouncing it wrong and there was no need to be petty. 

Regional differences resolved, I whiled away a happy hour researching the origins of rugelach and their relationship to Ukranian rohalyky. Turns out, they’re essentially the same pastry, which has long been enjoyed across Eastern Europe by non-Jews and Jews, who called them “rugelach” in Yiddish. 

Finally, I addressed Nigella’s description: “doll’s-house-sized croissants,” concluding it’s a bit of a stretch given that 1) her recipe does not call for a laminated dough, 2) you rarely come across cinnamon croissants and 3) neither rohalyky nor rugelach are French. Later in the video, Nigella likens her scuffles to “miniature armadillos,” which if you squint, or live inside Lawson’s kitschy brain (and how I often wish I did), is much more plausible. 

Still with me? (Fellow Virgos, I know you are.) Time to dissect Nigella’s recipe, which you can find on the website of upmarket British online grocery store, Ocado. 

In a pleasant turn of events, I have few complaints. The scuffles are easier and simpler than most rugelach recipes I’ve come across; on the video tutorial, Nigella even makes the pastries by hand, no mixer required. And you could argue that Nigella’s scuffles are a gratifying hybrid of American- and Isreali-style rugelach. Like Israeli rugelach, she adds yeast to her dough — but unlike the babka-esque Israeli dough, hers doesn’t need to rise. Like American rugelach, she enriches her dough, calling for sour cream rather than the typical cream cheese. 

And then, in true Nigella style, she ever-so casually turned my world upside down.

After chilling for an hour or two, ’twas time to roll out the dough — but not in flour. No, in a technique that Lawson correctly calls “fascinating and revelatory,” she rolls out each quarter of dough in cinnamon sugar. 

“Geometrists, please turn away because I’m going to describe this as a circle,” Nigella quips as she displays a sparkling disc encrusted in warm, scented sugar (I imagine she might say), which she then cuts, pizza-style, into small triangles (Nigella, use a pizza cutter not a knife, it’s much easier!), rolls up into “enchanting” pastries that may or may not resemble “teeny-tiny croissants” (see above), and bakes. 

Having told us her recipe feeds a crowd (64 scuffles, to be exact), which I think we can all agree is very Jewish, Nigella then recommends serving the pastries with ice cream, which is… not very Jewish.

Sadly, as with the entire Ocado YouTube series, we do not get to see Nigella eating a scuffle, nor even sneaking into the kitchen in the middle of the night in a silk nightgown to snatch a couple from the jar. But in the absence of a television show (how much longer must we wait for you to grace our screens once again, Nigella?), this will have to do. 

I’ll pass on the ice cream but — just as I always cover my rising bread dough with a leopard-print shower cap and double-butter my toast (once when the toast is warm, so it melts; once when the toast is a little cooler, so it coats the surface) — I shall, forevermore, roll out my rugelach dough in cinnamon sugar, just like Nigella does.

[callsign-phoenix]

I wrote this for @hederasgarden I hope you like it!

It is a Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x female!reader imagine.

Thank you @skvatnavle for proofreading!

Warnings: it’s really just fluff, comfort because reader is on her period, this fic is racially and body type inclusive despite the moodboard suggesting otherwise

You had another shitty day, and your boyfriend was only coming back home late in the evening, after finishing work.

Your time spent at work had been terrible, your coworkers getting on your nerves constantly and you had started your period, the pain meds once again not working for you.

You had thought about taking a bath when you got home, thinking that the warm water would soothe you but you didn’t like to go in a pool, hot tub or any kind of tub when shark week was upon you.

Nevertheless you were craving a bath and the fact that your principles and habits forbade you from taking one made you even sadder.

You made it home and set up camp on the couch, the TV running with a show you had recently started but you were only half listening.

Even your phone, your friends, Insta or tumblr couldn’t help you and you knew Bob couldn’t answer, which made you feel even worse.

The pain in your stomach kept you from sleeping but you faded in and out of consciousness until you heard the gentle klick of the front door opening, hearing the sound of Bob’s army boots carefully padding on the floor.

When he reached the living room he gave you a compassionate smile, holding out a grocery bag towards you.

“I’m sorry I took a little longer, sweetheart,” he said and his usual gentle voice was even lower than usual, as not to disrupt you in any way.

“I thought it might be the time,” he continued as he approached you, sitting down at the edge of the couch and leaning over to the couch table, pulling a bunch of items out of the bag.

“I bought some chocolates, wine, thai and your favourite ice cream, so let me put that in the freezer and I’ll be right with you, love,” he said as he ran his hand over your head, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead before vanishing into the kitchen.

When he returned he was balancing a plate of your favourite takeout in one hand and in the other a glass of wine that was filled well, setting it in front of you with an encouraging smile on his face.

He watched you sit up before he walked back into the kitchen to get his own plate, settling himself beside you on the couch, the plate of food sat on his knees small in comparison to the rest of him.

The picture would have made you smile but it helped you loosen up a little at least, watching as he glanced up to see you looking at him.

It made his eyelids flutter for a second before he sent you another smile.

“Rooster tripped over an arresting cable today, it was pretty funny,” he chuckled at the memory, his little laugh ending in a low snort that made you smile as well.

You would have laughed had that not hurt your stomach and Bob knew that, his eyes lighting up at your smile.

His eyes darted from you to the TV as he tried to figure out what was playing, asking you to catch him up on what happened.

Your answer was short but enough to have Bob nod, pretending to watch TV as he ate but actually thinking about how to help you feel better.

You didn’t finish your plate but when he brought you the ice cream he had bought along with a spoon you pulled it to your chest, eating it out of the tub while you sat cuddled in your blanket.

As soon as Bob had finished cleaning up he hurried to sit down again, reaching his arm out so you could cuddle into his side.

When you finished your ice cream you set it down on the table, moving to lean against Bob further, one of your hands tangling itself into his shirt and the chain of his dog tags.

You liked the feeling of his dog tags wrapped in your hand while you felt his strong chest and the beating of his heart below your palm.

His heart was beating slow enough to calm you, lulling you to sleep as your head fell on his shoulder in exhaustion.

Your pain was forgotten and you could feel Bob shift beneath you as he sighed, tracing his thumb over your cheek and burying his nose in your hair.

“I have to get you to bed now, or you’ll wake up with back pains tomorrow, sweetheart,” he whispered and you nodded, moving to get up from the couch.

You stopped when he shook his head with a tired smile and pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.

Without a word he moved to pick you up, carrying you to the bedroom and setting you down on the edge of the bed.

He continued to help you as he moved to carefully pull your clothes off and replace them with your pajamas, pressing lingering soft kisses all over your body.

It made you feel warm, fuzzy and cared for.

Bob left your side once more but he returned from the bathroom smelling like mint toothpaste, holding a glass of water and painkillers out towards you.

“So you can sleep through the night,” he said softly as he crouched down in front of you, taking the glass from you when you had finished drinking and pulling the covers back so you could effortlessly lay back.

You were tired and felt safe with Bob as you felt him settle in the bed behind you, making you turn around and curl into his chest.

His arms wrapped around you immediately and the soft fabric of his undershirt felt good on your cheek, your eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of his warm, slowly heaving and sinking chest below you.

You were almost fast asleep when you felt Bob’s lips on your forehead, kissing it gently and brushing against your skin when he talked.

“I love you, baby. I just hope you’ll feel better soon,” he whispered so low that you didn’t know if you were dreaming or if it was real.

Your eyes closed for good then, but your dreams could never be as good as the time you were able to spend with Bob.

yes, I put a gif of Harrison here because I couldn’t find the soft Bob I was looking for

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[starchaserdreams]

Erm, hello!

I am an aspiring writer. I have these stories in my head that I love and want to write about. But when I try, it's the absolute worst shit I've ever seen in my life.

Sorry, what I'm trying to ask is, any tips for younger writers who have no idea what they're doing...?

Hi! I have no idea what I'm doing ever, but I'll try to answer as best as I can. I'll start with generic advice, then say what works for me specifically. Sorry this got so long.

We're all kind of fumbling through life. The writing habits that I have have come from three sources:

a) hearing what other people do and building from them. I'm always in one writers group or another (currently I'm in a local writers group, and I'm regularly involved with two different NaNoWriMo groups in November, one locally and one virtually) and I've picked up a lot from them

b) a metric fuckton of trial and error. Because while part (a) is great some of the time, most of the things that work for other people don't work for me. I can't set a strict schedule at the same time everyday. I can't edit for a long time after I write.

c) NaNoWriMo (see link) helped me SO MUCH. I don't think everything can be written that way, but in terms of getting a handle on your own voice, preventing yourself from stopping to edit, and letting the story flow on its own, NaNo is amazing. It's a great starting point. Editing can come later, once the words are done on the page.

If you're unfamiliar, it's a (totally free) event that happens in November every year where everyone tries to write 50,000 words of a brand new novel in the span of one month. That's 1,667 words per day, so there isn't much time to stop and edit as you go. You just keep going. It's a competition against yourself rather than anyone else, to see if you can accomplish the task. It's also a community based event, so you can commiserate with other writers about the bad and celebrate with them about the good.

They have smaller events in April and July, but to really get the feel of it, November is when it's a party (or a rollercoaster, either way). I went to write-ins in cafes, bars, grocery stores, on the subway, etc. The event is a whole vibe, and now they have in person events again (they paused for covid). If you want to stay virtual, they have that too!

And as for what works for me:

1.

This most certainly wouldn't work for everyone, but it's my current strategy:

I think best when I'm in motion. By far. So most of my storyboarding I do while walking or driving, and I dictate into the notes app on my phone.

I do most of my dialogue this way too, because speaking it out loud makes it feel more like a conversation and more natural. I won't dictate the narration, but I'll include action tags. So it comes out like "Anthony: *flings door open, eyes wide* what in blazes are you doing??" (I add punctuation later)

Then when I get home, I often have several thousand words of notes to work from. My notes file for my last fic was 30k words, almost all of which had been dictated. It's a lot. It might sound daunting.

But it was done while out for a walk or drive, so it felt easy and effortless. And then when it came time to actually write, I got 48,000 words of a first draft done in 8 days (about 15k of which was just copy pasted from the outline. The whole time it felt like cheating and using guidelines to write the actual story, but it was all my original work, just done at different times.

2.

Keep writing as an exciting treat rather than a chore.

I've started to create little writers retreats for myself. My friends and I rented an AirBnB for two nights this winter, where the entire goal was reading and writing. Sure there was sitting around the fire talking and eating good food, but we built it up so that the writing was the exciting part. It worked SO WELL. We did writing activities together too, not just staring at a word doc. We did character studies and made little AUs to imagine our characters in.

A friend and I took a six hour road trip for another writers retreat too. We spent the 12 hours (RT) in the car talking about our stories and characters. We'd started with dozens of prompts so we'd have enough material, and we never ran out. Then we took rest stops at gas stations and restaurants and did little 15 minute writing sprints. It really got me fired up. I wrote 6,000 words over the two days of that retreat!

Keeping writing fun can be big things (my sister and I did a writers retreat like that in Hawaii) or little things (I always treat myself to a donut and a coffee on Sunday mornings and then have a leisurely morning in the cafe writing).

I can't say if any of this will work for you, because I can't even say whether it'll still work for *me* in a few years. But I hope it's food for thought!

Anyway this is like one million words long so sorry about that, hope it was interesting.

[hush-writes-preg]

I just had a little scenario in my head: imagine you're working as a cashier or sth at a store, you see hundreds of faces every day, but there's this one pretty guy in your age who always smiles at you politely as he pays for his stuff. He becomes one of the regular customers and comes by like once every week.

After a while of working there, you notice sth about him has kinda... changed. He used to be super thin and flat, most of his body still is, except for his tummy. It used to be flat too, but today you notice a slight, barely visible curve beneath his slim-fitted shirt. You shrug in your head, maybe he just gained some weight from eating or sth. But when he comes back next week, and the weeks after, you realize that with every visit, his belly seems to have slightly grown more. Does he look embarrassed and tries to hide it? Is he completely oblivious to this change? Or does he seem proud and confident, arching his back a little extra to underline his new curve?

I've been working at the same grocery store since high school, so suffice it to say I've gotten to know the clientele over the years.  Some were a lot more memorable than others.  There was the Hypochondriac who pushed her cart of rubbing alcohol through the store every week with chapped, badly cracked hands; the Church Lady who loved to tell me about all the reasons I'd go to hell as I tried to process a hundred of her dumb coupons; the sweet Technophobe who always showed up in my line because he needed a gentle hand figuring out those newfangled credit card machines every time he shopped… yeah, it wasn't a boring job by a long shot. 

Of course, there were a lot more of the mundane sorts of customers, too.  Customers whose faces I grew accustomed to and whose looks and habits grew nearly as familiar as my own. 

I remember one guy in particular.  He was around my age and pretty average in terms of looks, but he never caused problems and always seemed to wear a smile.  He usually showed up on Thursday nights to do his weekly shopping, though I'd see him stop by to grab a couple of things on other days, too.  I figured he had a bit of a sweet tooth, because he rarely checked out without at least something chocolate-flavored in his order, but you probably wouldn't have guessed that at a glance since he was such a skinny dude. 

Well, at least he used to be.

It was probably around a year after I started noticing him that I noticed something else-- he'd started putting on a little weight around the middle.  I barely even clocked it at first, 'cause who cares, right?  People gain weight and lose weight all of the time.  But what struck me as odd was the fact that his seemed centered around his belly, and once it started growing, it just kept going. 

At first, it was nothing more than a little bulge that changed the contours of his belly under his shirt, but a few weeks later it poked out far enough to leave a visible little gap under the hem.  If he shifted the right way to grab something out of his cart, I could totally see tight, bare skin and tummy fuzz.  The guy seemed completely oblivious to the changes, though, at least for a while.

I'd started to wonder if he realized just how tight his shirts had gotten when he finally seemed to get the memo. 

He arrived for his next visit in a baggy hoodie, and any time his bulging middle bumped into anything, his face reddened and his eyes darted away.  There was a lot more chocolate on the belt during that trip, and mixed in among the assorted foodstuffs was a box of pregnancy tests. 

Well, that explained a lot. 

I felt his gaze snap to me the moment my hand made contact with it, and I know he was watching me for any sort of reaction as I slid the box over the scanner. 

He jumped when it beeped and the price came up on the display, and I had to bite back a chuckle.  "This is a good brand," I mentioned conversationally, hoping to put him at ease.  "My cousin researched these things obsessively last year when he got pregnant.  He said they were one of the most accurate ones on the market."

"Oh yeah?" he mumbled, not quite meeting my eyes, but I caught the way he pressed a hand against his growing bump. 

"Yep."  Beep.  Beep.  "Oh by the way, that candy bar you picked up is buy one get one free this week.  In case you wanna grab another one."

He didn't say anything, but the smile he shot me was filled with relief and gratitude as his fingers curled around a second piece of candy and tossed it to the belt.  I wasn't about to judge him if he'd gotten himself knocked up.  And if those tests came back the way I figured they might, the dude was gonna need the extra sugar boost.

[timetraveltasting]

TEMPLAR BOAR WITH CAMELINE SAUCE (14th c.)

This past Thursday, the Corpus Christi public holiday in my part of Germany, known here as Fronleichnam, gave me a little extra time to make another Tasting History dish: Templar Boar with Cameline Sauce. The diet, eating habits, and table manners of the Templars were governed by strict rules, including only eating meat three times a week (two meat meals on Sundays). This dish was one of those they would have eaten for one of their meat meals during the 14th century. The spices present in the sauce would have been accessible to them during the crusades, but Cameline Sauce did become a popular dish in much of medieval Europe eventually. This dish is based on two 14th century primary sources: Le Viandier de Taillevent by Guillaume Tirel and Le Ménagier de Paris, a treatise written by an older man (as yet unnamed) to teach his 15-year-old bride how to run his household and please him, in every way (...yikes). The sauce, Cameline, is named as such due to the rich brown colour, which looks like the wool of a camel, also known as cameline. I chose to make this recipe next because I haven't made boar before, and the rich, silky, brown colour of the sauce made it look really tasty. See Max’s video on how to make it here or see the ingredients and process at the end of this post, sourced from his website.

My experience making it:

I made a couple changes to the modern recipe below. I used boar goulash pieces instead of tenderloin, because it was the only form of boar I could find at my grocery store. The white wine I used (and drank with dinner) was a dry Riesling from the Mosel Valley in Germany. The red wine was a Bordeaux Merlot. I used saffron powder instead of threads, and I did opt to add the optional tablespoon of red wine vinegar. the white bread I used was a classic French baguette.

I also made a couple changes to the method. Because I used French baguette, which has quite small slices, I hollowed out about half the baguette (since baguettes are mostly crust). I also simmered the sauce for much longer than Max says to, because it wasn't quite the thickness I was looking for. Otherwise, I followed Max's recipe exactly, probably to the detriment of my boar. Because I had used goulash pieces instead of tenderloin, I probably should have adjusted how I cooked the boar to accommodate these smaller pieces. Unfortunately, I didn't, and as a result, I was left with very chewy, dry boar. Basically, the sauce was the saving grace of the boar! I served the boar and Cameline sauce with some green peas, garlic bread, and a glass of the dry Riesling wine.

My experience tasting it:

I already knew I had ruined the texture of the boar, but I hoped that the sauce would help. I warned my husband. Luckily, the Cameline sauce did a lot of heavy-lifting to bring some moisture back to the board. The sauce turned out wonderfully - a beautiful, silky brown. Flavour-wise, it reminded me of a jus, but more heavily-spiced. I was worried the Cameline sauce would end up tasting sweet due to the brown sugar and several spices that are more often used in baking, but in fact, the spices were well balanced by the taste of the wine and vinegar. The sauce also went really nicely with the peas, and I imagine would also have tasted good with potatoes or other red meats. My husband and I dipped the garlic bread in it as well, which was really tasty. It went alright with the dry boar, but I would like to use the sauce with another, more tenderly-cooked meat. We had leftover Cameline sauce, so we will probably try that again tonight. If you end up making it, if you liked it, or if you changed anything from the original recipe, do let me know!

Links to harder-to-find ingredients:

Saffron

Templar Boar with Cameline Sauce original recipes (14th c.)

Sourced from Le Viandier de Taillevent by Guillaume Tirel and Le Ménagier de Paris respectively.

“Sanglier: Fresh Wild Boar Venison. Cooked in wine and water and boiled again; eaten with Cameline Sauce.”

— Le Viandier de Taillevent, 14th century

“Cameline. Note that in Tournai, to make cameline they grind ginger, cinnamon, saffron, and half a nutmeg, moistened with wine then taken out of the mortar. Then grind in a mortar untoasted white breadcrumbs that have been soaked in cold water, moisten with wine and strain. Then boil everything and finish with brown sugar, and that makes winter cameline. In the summer, they do the same but it is not boiled at all. ”

— Le Ménagier de Paris, 14th century

Modern Recipe

Based on Le Viandier de Taillevent by Guillaume Tirel, Le Ménagier de Paris, and Max Miller’s version in his Tasting History video.

Ingredients:

Boar tenderloin

Olive oil for searing

Equal parts wine and water for boiling

1 thick slice of white artisanal bread without crust

1 ¼ cups white wine

¼ cup red wine

1 tsp ginger

2 tsp cinnamon

½ tsp nutmeg

Pinch of saffron threads

2 tbsp brown sugar

Pinch of salt

1 tbsp red wine vinegar (optional)

Method:

De-crust the bread and break it into small pieces. Soak the bread in water for a few hours, then pour in the red wine for the sauce.

Heat olive oil in a pot then sear the boar on all sides.

Remove it from the pot and boil equal parts wine and water, then add the boar back in and boil, covered, for 10-15 minutes or until fully cooked. Then let it rest.

To make the sauce, mix the spices and white wine. Strain the bread/wine mixture from earlier into a saucepan, then press the bread through the strainer.

Add the spiced wine mixture and bring to a simmer. Let simmer for 15 minutes, or until half reduced, then add the sugar and salt, and if you want, a tablespoon of red wine vinegar. Simmer until thickened.

Slice the boar and pour the sauce over it. Optionally, serve with roasted chestnuts and wine.