#su cookbook

[love-takes-work]

The Unofficial Steven Universe Cookbook is out!

Get your copy for free in digital form at Dropbox or Google Drive.

This fan-created not-for-sale cookbook is 120 pages long and features all your favorites. Cookie Cat? Sure. Fry Bits? Of course. Lars's Ube Roll? You got it. But beyond the classics, it's got lesser-known treasures, SU-inspired creations, incidental foods, snacks we've only heard about, and even a section of recipes you should not try unless you're Amethyst. Plus a section on how to plan your food and activities for a Steven Universe party! The complete Steven Universe food experience is contained in this tome.

Previously released for the 10th anniversary of Steven Universe's premiere, this updated version now has a live-clickable table of contents, pagination that makes sense for two-sided printing (for those who want a hard copy), printable food labels for parties, some consistency tweaks and language cleanup, and a few more cartoon references. If you weren't aware, the initial version was cobbled together in four days, so it was bound to have mistakes. If you had the old version, please update to the new one.

Sample pages below:

[julia4today]

pancakes - fluff

(husband!miguel x wife!reader)

warning: tooth rotting fluff | baby gabi

a/n: i need more recs : i do all genres, lots of fandoms, whatever you got!!

(although could never replace the current anons [love yall])

you open your eyes to a vision you could never prepare yourself for. you were the luckiest, every morning, getting to wake up to your husband. you place a kiss to his cheek, then pull yourself out of bed.

you trudge to the bathroom, washing your face and brushing your teeth. still early in the morning, you get a craving for pancakes. these cravings, soon interrupted by a loud screech that could only have come from one place.

gabriella. your daughter.

you make your way to her room, picking her up in your arms. cooing and shushing. kissing her cheek and making her giggle.

“un beso te hará mejor no te preocupes mi amor.” you say as you make your way to the kitchen, warming up a pot of coffee. with gabriella resting on your chest, you reach for your favorite cookbook. one that had all the recipes from your childhood.

you pull out the ingredients, rocking your daughter. carefully adding the flour and sugar to a bowl. hand mixing in an effort to not wake up gabi. before you turn on the stove, you place gabriella in her play pen. her, now, peacefully napping.

you turn the stove onto medium heat, scooping the batter and placing in the pan. butter bubbles up beneath each pancake. a hiss coming from the bottom of the light batter, as you press down on the tops. you flip each one, careful to avoid the sides of the pan. you hear your husbands stomps coming down the hall. you smile to yourself, reminiscing on the same thud coming towards you, one that you hear now.

“ay mamita, what smells so delicious,” he says, mumbling into your hair, his arms wrapping around your waist. you can tell he just woke up, his hair still a mess and, his face still red with the imprint of his pillow.

“panqueques, papi,” you respond. the both of you have resorted to calling eachother mom and dad, in hopes soon gabriella might pick up on it.

“mmm, mi favorito,” he says, kissing your head. he detached himself from you and goes to grab a mug from the cabinet.

“su favorito es mi empanadas,” you say with a glare. placing another stack of pancakes upon the previous. now placing another pat of butter into the pan.

“segundo preferido,” he smiles, leaning into gabriella’s play pen to press a kiss to gabi’s cheek.

you both chuckle. you, now turning off the stove and shoveling the last batch onto the plate, and miguel, now rinsing out the batter bowl.

since having your baby, the two of you have been more in sync than ever. always able to anticipate each others needs, a perfect couple, with an even more perfect daughter.

all together living the perfect life.

“te amo, papi.”

“te amo más, mamá.”

[multiversefanfics]

Sweet Treat

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Fem!Reader Warning: nothing but fluff, maybe a little sexual innuendos, cute obsessive Sam (not creepy, just in love) Summary: You wanted to make cookies, but Sam doesn't know how to keep his hands to himself. Word Count: 1,278

Sam really wasn't one for sweets, well, except for you. Anything you wanted, Sam got it for you, and I do mean anything you wanted. Some would say, Sam was obsessed with you, not too crazy or creepy, he was just in love, and he deserved it and you.

You loved baking, making chocolate candies using molds, you loved cooking as well. Any chance you got to be in the kitchen, you took it. Sam loved your cooking, he often made jokes about how his weight is gonna catch up to him from eating all the delicious food you cooked.

On the menu today was chocolate chip cookies, and of course they were made from scratch. You combed through your homemade cookbook trying to find the recipe your grandmother came up with. You wanted them to taste just like hers, although no matter what you made Sam loved it anyway.

Cooking and baking helped you pass the time while Sam was on missions, you didn’t really know what else to do with your time, you worked from home and to be truthful nothing interested you more than making food. After a few minutes of searching, you finally found it. You placed the recipe on the counter and read off the ingredients you needed.

You had everything, you tied your apron on and got to work, Sam wasn’t home he was on a mission and wasn’t due back until tomorrow evening, so you figured bake some cookies and think about what to make for Sam when he got home.

You went to the oven to preheat it, when suddenly your front door opened. You were confused only a few people had a key and they should all be on the mission. You grabbed a kitchen knife and crept toward the living room, as you rounded the corner you swung your arm back ready to stab whoever it was

“Woah woah, it’s just me.” Sam’s hands flew up to keep the distance between you two.

“What the hell, Sam.” You let out a breath and put your arm down “I thought you weren’t coming home until tomorrow.”

He flashed his gorgeous smile at you and followed you into the kitchen “Mission ended early, figured my girlfriend would be happy to see me, not trying to kill me.”

He looked around the kitchen and saw you had all of your cook books out, he smiled and rubbed his hands together

“What’s cookin’ good lookin’?” He came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you.

You smiled and leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder, he smiled and pressed soft kisses on your cheek and jaw

“I wanted to try and make my grandma’s famous chocolate chip cookies”

He buried his face in your neck, breathing in deeply, Sam loved your scent, whether you had perfume on or just your natural scent. He was always burying his face in your neck, between your legs, honestly anywhere he could smell you, he even smelled your armpits once. Sam was a silly man, he knew you’d laugh and not be weirded out by his silliness.

“Well, do you want some help?” He pulled back to tie on one of your extra aprons

You looked over at him and nodded. He didn’t help out as much because of being so busy, but when he did it was always an adventure, every time he would walk by you, he would smack your butt, touch your back, back of your arm, something, he just wanted to touch you.

“Okay, can you get the eggs and butter out of the fridge?”

You watched him walk over to the fridge and get out what you asked him to; you loved when Sam helped out, even if he didn’t do it correctly in your opinion, it’s the fact that he wanted to help.

You put the flour, butter, baking powder, baking soda, and salt in a mixing bowl. You looked around for the brown sugar and regular sugar, you looked up and saw Sam holding something behind his back.

“Need some brown sugar?” He smirked and peppered your lips with kisses “Oh and I got the actual brown sugar.”

You smiled and took the brown sugar and regular from him, pouring it into the mixing bowl. You mixed everything to together, so it combined evenly. Sam came up behind you wrapping his arms around you once again, this was his way of “helping” along with getting ingredients if you asked, but he mainly held you while you cooked or baked.

“Missed you so much” He buried his face in your neck once more, nuzzling his cheek against neck

“Missed you more, baby.” You smiled and added all the wet ingredients and the chocolate chips to the mixing bowl, turning on the mixer.

Once everything was mixed together, you dumped the dough out onto the flour dusted counter, kneading it and rolling it out. You took a clump of dough rolling it between your hands, Sam put his hands over yours, rolling the dough with you, you smiled and let him help you.

“You are the sweetest, baby.” You looked at him from the corner of your eye, just to see him smile at you

You placed the balls of dough on the cookie sheet, Sam took the sheet and put it in the oven, you had 20 minutes to cuddle and talk about his mission. Sam wasted no time, he picked you up bridal style and carried you to the couch. He plopped down and held you in his lap.

“So, how was my baby today?” He rubbed your back, placing a kiss on your temple.

You adjusted yourself on his lap and wrapped your arm around the back of his neck “Well, I prepared our meals for the week, made dinner for tonight and we just made cookies, I missed you, it was a pretty boring day.”

You looked down at Sam and saw he was looking and listening intently, he always made sure he gave you all of his attention, made sure you knew he was listening, and if someone interrupted you, he would shoot them a glare and they’d apologize and stop talking. Sam smiled up at you, taking in all your beauty, even all covered in flour you were beautiful to him. He made sure to tell you every chance he got, when you were getting dressed, he would hype you up the entire you were changing and definitely hyped you up when you were finished.

Sam was the best thing that has ever happened to you, and he knew it, he was cocky about it too, he knew how you felt about him and that you would do anything for him, and he would do the same.

“How was your mission?” You rubbed the back of his neck, watching him let out a breath

“Hard, but easy. We got our asses handed to us though, but I was just ready to come home to you.” He held you tighter, kissing your cheek.

The timer on the oven beeped, Sam picked you up, carrying you into the kitchen, you giggled and held on to him. He set you down, put on the oven mitt and took the cookies out of the oven, he placed them on the counter and smiled over at you

“They look amazing, baby and so do you” He wrapped his arms around you once again.

You smiled and melted into his touch, he swayed you slightly holding you close to him. Everything was perfect, you had the man, your cookies looked and tasted amazing, what more could you ask for.

A/N: Alright, I really like this one, I hope you guys like it too. If you want to be tagged in future fics comment here or send me a message. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. 🥰

Main Masterlist - Sam Wilson Masterlist

Taglist: @megamindsecretlair @kjah97 @sleepysongbirdsings @samfreakingwinchester @iwudbutnah

[moons-and-mobility-aids]

The Car Boot Sale

Pairing: Poly!Wolfstar x Disabled!Reader Summary: You didn't plan on spending your Saturday at a car boot sale with Lily, but somehow you end up beside a cluttered table with a prosthetic aching and secondhand books toppling over. You're questioning the whole thing, until Sirius and Remus show up. Tags: disabled!reader, prosthetic leg, depictions of chronic pain, sirius is sunshine in a denim jacket, remus is gentle and steady, flirting, meet cute, no established relationship yet, background lily evans being a menace, soft boys being intuitive, fluff, reader tripping but not falling for once, reader slowly realising she's wanted exactly as she is, no use of y/n, slightly awkward!reader, sirius with tattoos, remus with his cane, just a little pre-relationship tenderness Word count: 950 words

You're not entirely sure how Lily does it. One moment you're casually mentioning that your weekend is open, the next you're standing by a folding table laden with second-hand books and slightly disconcerting porcelain figures, under a tent smelling of damp canvas and fried onions.

The car boot sale is a flurry of activity, an orchestra of chatter, laughter, and the occasional dog bark. You cast a glance at the cluttered table and the people milling about, already questioning the wisdom of your decision.

You shift your weight off your prosthetic leg, wincing as the socket chafes against your skin. Then, there's a burst of laughter from across the field, a sound so familiar it cuts through the clamour like a charm. You straighten, scanning the crowd until you see him.

Sirius Black arrives as if he's making an entrance on stage, all swagger and smiles. He's traded his usual leather jacket for a faded denim one, its sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms inked with an array of tattoos. His mirrored sunglasses reflect the grey sky above, but they don't hide the way his face lights up when he spots you.

"Alright, gorgeous?" he calls out, weaving through the crowd with an ease born of practice. "Didn't think I'd see you here. Did they rope you into this too?"

Before you can respond, Remus appears beside him, leaning heavily on his cane as he convinces an older woman to purchase a hideous orange scarf. His smile is warm when he notices you, and he raises two fingers in a casual salute.

"Good to see you," he says, his tone genuinely welcoming.

You try to keep your composure, but it lasts only for a few seconds.

Sirius leans against the table with an air of easy confidence, his gaze flickering briefly to your leg—a fast, almost imperceptible glance that holds none of the usual pity or discomfort. He never stares. And Remus, too, meets your eyes when he speaks, as if the rest of you is just as ordinary.

It should make you more self-conscious, but instead, it brings a sense of relief you didn't know you craved.

About an hour in, you're helping to reshelve some cookbooks when you trip over a protruding table leg. Your hands fly out in front of you, but before you can brace yourself for the impact, a pair of strong arms encircles your waist.

"Whoa, easy there," Sirius murmurs, pulling you back onto your feet. His sunglasses have slipped down his nose, and he pushes them up with a crooked smile. "Got you just in time."

Your heart is hammering in your chest, and you nod, unable to find your voice. Heat rushes to your cheeks, but whether from the fall or his close proximity, you can't tell.

"Don't worry about it," Remus adds, coming over with a lopsided grin. He nudges the troublesome table with his foot. "That one's caught me out more times than I'd like to admit. Nearly sued for damages last summer."

Despite the embarrassment, you can't help but chuckle. Sirius's arm is still loosely draped around your shoulders, not so much holding you up now as keeping you grounded. You don't really want him to let go.

And they don't stray far after that. Whether it's Sirius playfully bumping your shoulder every few minutes or Remus cracking jokes to lighten the mood, they seem to sense when you need distraction. When your prosthetic leg begins to ache from standing, they switch tasks with you, making it look seamless. It's as if looking out for you has become second nature.

Later, as the sun dips below the horizon and you're sitting on the curb with a bag of chips between you, you feel a different kind of energy—not tiredness, exactly, but something more potent.

Sirius nudges your leg with his knee, his eyes searching for yours. "Just spitballing here," he starts, his voice low and tentative. "But say there were two incredibly good-looking blokes who happened to be mad about you. Would you be into that sort of thing?"

You glance at him, then over at Remus. The light catches on the edge of Remus' glasses, hiding his eyes for a moment before he looks up, meeting your gaze. His hand rests lightly on his cane, knuckles white against the polished wood. He doesn't look away, and there's a softness in his expression that makes your heart stutter.

"It's not just your laugh," Remus says quietly, his voice carrying the weight of unspoken words. "It's... everything. How you see people. How you're always there." He pauses, swallowing hard. "Your prosthetic—it's part of you, and we..." He glances at Sirius, who nods, a silent pact passing between them. "We like all of you."

Your breath hitches, caught somewhere between disbelief and hope. You blink, once, twice, as if trying to clear away the fog of surprise.

"Also," Sirius murmurs, a teasing lilt to his voice as he leans onto Remus's shoulder, "you looked rather cute when you tripped over that table leg."

Despite the situation, laughter bubbles up within you, breaking the surface tension. It's not much, but it's a start—a small step toward normalcy.

"Yes," you breathe out, the word feeling foreign on your lips, "I would be into that sort of thing."

Remus grins, as if he's just won a small victory, and Sirius pumps his fist in the air, nearly upsetting the bag of crisps. The scent is enticing—warm oil, late summer, and the promise of something better.

And as Sirius steals the last chip and Remus pretends not to notice, you realise you’re not just standing—you're finally finding your footing.

[brf-rumortrackinganon]

Chicken cross-contamination anon , again.

Her raspberry spread recipe is unsafe from her instructions. She uses the word “canning” but never mentions that her spread needed heat processing via a water or pressure canner to be safe & shelf stable. And canning jars sized/shaped so the heat gets through the center, for safety.

She doesn’t ever say that unprocessed (non-canned) jars, once cooled, need to go into the fridge or freezer ASAP to prevent mold or botulism. She just puts the lid on the jar then walks away, leaving it on the work surface.

The fresh lemon used is a major no no in canning. The acidity of individual lemons varies, so bottled lemon juice is the only way to ensure there is enough acid present in the spread to safely kill off the Clostridium bacteria which causes botulism. But Meghan needed her “Oops, lemon juice in my eye, I’m so relatable!” Moment stolen from the other show.

Between the food issues & bath salts, I’m concerned that viewers will get hurt after watching & doing what she says & does. A companion cookbook could explain all these issues but there won’t be one.

With Meghan as EP and Archewell as production company, lawsuit liability will be primarily hers, since Netflix was only the distributor of the show. But where was Netflix Legal & Safety to let this air with such problems? Netflix has much deeper pockets than Meghan/Archewell so will probably get sued initially, too.

Oh, absolutely. There have already been articles and videos warning people not to use Meghan's recipe for bath salts.

I don't mind so much that Meghan herself isn't talking about food safety with these products - most celebs/influencers that do these things don't talk about food safety either (or at least, none that I follow/have seen) - but like you, I'm really surprised the lawyers let some of this go through.

But then again, as we saw with Spare, maybe the lawyers did flag something but Meghan overruled them.

It'll be really interesting to see what happens once the products actually go for sale. It'd be such a shame if someone were to report their safety concerns to the authorities...

[zelda-cooper]

Morgana Macawber Curiosities and Headcanons (My AU)

This is a more comical blog (or almost) and these are Headcanons that I took for my AU, if you disagree or don't like it, that's fine, you can say your Headcanons in the comments or make your own blog with it. And a bonus: This blog is an improvised Halloween special, so it's focused on Morgana and a little bit of her family. Thank you and enjoy the blog. ^^

Hello, everyone! Here I am writing a quick blog to end the Halloween-themed month!... And also because the Bushroot blog will be a little late, because I still need to organize the itinerary (yes, I write itineraries for blogs, but it depends on whether it's more complex or not). But, well... This blog will be divided into topics, not many, because it has to be quick, but these are the main Headcanons that I thought of. And just to let you know, I have a specific Headcanon that I've already mentioned and I'll post the link for anyone who wants to see it. Enjoy! ^^

Morgana's True Form

Vampire + Witch + "Frankenstein"

We've already picked up on a curiosity about the character herself, which, well... Speaking of Morgana's kinship and lineage, which is... F#CK1NG CRAZY - Her family on her father's side is mostly "common" wizards and monsters, like her father (who I changed to "Spellow Mawcaber, because it sounds better and I think it suits him) who is a mix of a wizard and Frankenstein, which is why she has a greenish appearance and different eyes. Her family on her mother's side are more "aristocratic" and rich monsters, most of them vampires and, if we were to remake the episode "Fungus Amongus" (SUS), the family that appears in this episode is her mother's side (it's no wonder they're portrayed as cannibals), while the ones in "Monsters R Us" and "Hot Spells" are her father's side (most of them, at least, because there's one or two who are cannibals). And before you ask, Morgana here has vampire fangs, but they are retractable. Think of Marceline when she shows her fangs and you get the idea.

By the way, linking one Headcanon to another. :D

Witch Age vs Human Age

Speaking here of the average age of Morgana... She would be, at most... Eh.... 206 years old or less?... Yeah, that number is good... And I know that, compared to the average age that a human lives (which is, at most, MAXIMUM, about 100 years), but it's because witches and vampires born that way (like, biologically) have a higher average age than normal humans, that is, they age very slowly. Think about fantasy stories with Elves, they are usually portrayed as beings that live for many years or that are immortal (or almost), so they have a different reasoning about time than normal humans. In the case of my AU, Vampires and witches live 200-300 years at most. And... Yeah... If you think that Drake, Launchpad and Gosalyn can die before her... You're right... but she's not immortal, so... Even if it takes a while, she can meet them again in heaven...

Okay, moving on to a less morbid Headcanon/curiosity!

Chefs and Witches are Similar

Okay, the title of this Headcanon is weird, but you'll get the idea. And it ends up fitting with Morgana's dream of having a restaurant. Now let's compare witches and chefs.

- Both look for ingredients for their recipes and potions.

- Both keep their knowledge in books (in this case, spell books and cookbooks).

- They both cook in cauldrons (in a way).

- Sometimes they wear hats that represent their profession.

- And some of their recipes and potions are disgusting or absurd.

I'm not kidding about this last one, because there are certain recipes that are very gourmet, with some animals that are incredibly edible. Just to give you an example... Lizards, insects, pigeons raised for consumption, spiders, bats, crocodiles and octopuses (some of these are eaten RAW). Then you can even understand why Morgana, in the original series, makes "strange" foods. But, in the case of my version of Morgana, her food is normal, don't worry.

Good with Weapons, Bad with Magic

Another funny curiosity that has a bit of background context in the series. In this case, one of the characteristics often used in comedy for Morgana is that she is not a "good aim" with magic, this is shown in "My Valentine Ghoul" and "Just Us, Justice Ducks" (at least, as far as I remember now... -3-). But in "My Valentine Ghoul", at the end of the episode, it is shown that Morgana managed to handle DWD's Gas Gun and hit ND's machine. I ended up talking about this with my friend once and then I joked "Oh, she's bad with magic, but if it were with guns, she would enter the Olympics!". So this Headcanon kind of came up... She could even buy a wand (like Harry Potter) to try to improve her magical aim, but... First of all, it's expensive, it's literally a dragon heart (and considering that dragons are rare, it won't happen...) and secondly, the only wands that she and her father have are damaged or don't work anymore.

But if her arcane focus was on a shotgun, you can believe that Negaduck wouldn't be alive in "Malice's Restaurant" or "My Valentine Ghoul".

Fear of Butterflies

Here's a joke I thought of, but when I researched more about butterflies... Her fear was justified... I won't elaborate too much, but... Besides the fact that butterflies' faces up close are too ugly, their diet and the transformation from caterpillar to butterfly is disturbing... If you want, research... But it's at your own risk, don't come crying to me about trauma later.

Morgana and Gosalyn as Mother and Daughter

Now, one last cute curiosity to end this blog and it's a relationship that wasn't explored much in the series, but that I really wanted to see. In our AU, the relationship between Morgana and Gosalyn is closer and, as the title itself says, it's like they're mother and daughter. After all, the reason Drake considered meeting someone is so Gosalyn could have a mother figure. Morgana truly sees Gosalyn as a daughter, she accepts the little girl's ways and hobbies, not trying to repress her (like a certain person named Binkie). And Gosalyn, in turn, becomes more well-behaved and acts more cute with Morgana, liking the witch's eccentric ways and wanting to know more about the reality of her "future mother".

Final Considerations

Well, that was Morgana's blog of Curiosities and Headcanons, I hope you liked it! If you want, you can comment or tell me your Headcanons as much as you want, I would love to hear them. That's it! BYE!!!!

[spanishskulduggery]

Hey Profe 🍓:

What would be the proper translation of "you" and possessives in advertisement?

*Did you remember to take your medication? *Don't be a statistic, take charge of your life etc.

Would Spanish translation use the impersonal se or one of the "you" pronouns?

It depends on the tone of the signs

In this case, I think it would be tú

Signs that indicate a friendly or approachable tone use tú - like sometimes you might see ¿sabías que...? with an infographic below and that's "did you know?"

So you'd probably see no seas parte de la estadística "don't be a statistic" or no seas uno más "don't be one more", and taking charge of your life sounds like a friendly pep talk so I'd say toma el control de tu vida

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Signs that are more professional or serious, or things like brochures often use usted like consulte a su médico is "consult/speak with your doctor" - but it could be tú if it's trying to be a friendly tone consulta a tu médico

You also tend to see usted used in cookbooks or instruction manuals [though not always cookbooks nowadays as some recipes or recipe blogs use tú]... it used to be more common to use usted just to be polite to whoever might be reading

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And other more impersonal signs tend to be the ones on parking signs or things like no estacionarse "no parking" or no fumar "no smoking", which tend to use the infinitive for specific actions rather than an actual command

An infographic or a thing that has a little cartoon addressing someone usually does conjugate it though

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Possessives in general can be a bit confusing because body parts don't usually take possessives since they're implied to be yours

Like in a sign you might see lavarse las manos con frecuencia "wash your hands often" even though it's literally "wash (oneself) the hands frequently"

Usually it's about mood or intended tone; a lot of signs today use tú to try and be friendly and not sound like they're ordering you around

An usted is polite but not as commonly used as it was

[baki-tiene-un-simp]

Hey, I know that i've already asked agood amount of hc but could you please make an hc for retsu, musashi, mumon, sukune and jun with an S/O that was almost killed by someone like their enemy or something (like a very graphic and bloody injuries that are basically exposing the bone or the whole body is basically fully bruised) but they get to the hospital and they are in a coma and they wake up after 3 to 6 months or so moments before their S/O is umpluged from the life support and everyone thought that they were basically dead.I would like to know about their thoughts, feelings and plans after they thought they were going to lose their S/O and their plans for the future, also what they would do the person and how would they react to their S/O coming back and some aftermate.

Thanks for having the patience to deal with so many asks.

Heres a kiss for my FWACCOF(Favorite Writer And Content Creator Of Tumblr)

P.S.(I know that this kind of reads "fuck off" but I liked the acronym so I'll let it stay)

Hope you have a nice second/minute/hour/day/week/month/year/life/eternety.

Situation: Baki's men's train of thought when an enemy attacks their S/O. / Tren de pensamiento de los hombres de Baki cuando un enemigo ataca a su S/O.

Characters: Jun Guevaru, Musashi Miyamoto, Mumon Katsuragi and Retsu Kaioh.

Jun Guevaru.

"These months have been exhausting without them, so stressful how everyone seems to go on with their lives while I feel lost because they didn't react, but they have finally come to their senses. They have opened their eyes and looked at me after so long, I really missed those beautiful eyes.

Who could even think of hurting you, mi amor? What kind of monster could hurt you, mi ángel?

I must make sure that your house is protected so that this incident does not happen again. A couple of my men could regularly hang around there just to keep the perimeter clear, I'll be with them anyway so I can protect them. Oh how I've missed you…"

Musashi Miyamoto.

"It's ridiculous to take it out on someone who can't defend themselves, what logic is there in attacking others when the target is me? The discomfort in my chest hasn't disappeared since they were attacked a couple of months ago, now that they woke up I felt less… Uncomfortable, but that feeling is still there.

Is it some kind of desire for revenge? Revenge doesn't taste so bitter, besides, I'm satisfied when I use my katanas on the offender. I don't understand what happens.

I don't understand how they are still here either, their slow breathing and their lack of mobility during these months only gave me an image of what I thought was the future, I don't know how they managed to come back to life, but I will stay with them until they can explain it to me…"

Mumon Katsuragi.

"They opened their eyes, heaven has finally heard my pleas, maybe God got tired of hearing me cry at night to get them back to me. I stopped myself, I wanted to jump on them and kiss them as if I hadn't seen them in years, but I I held back; her condition is delicate and I must be careful.

The doctors haven't stopped talking about her treatment and diet from now on, that old cookbook I found at her house should help me a bit. They probably don't mind me staying at their apartment, I spend most of my time there and they need help right now.

I have to go home before them, I have to clean and change the sheets so they can rest as soon as they get out of the hospital, maybe they want to eat something after a long time? Probably, I'll take care of bringing today's dinner so that I can regain my strength after all these months…"

Retsu Kaioh.

"They are fine, they are fine, they have finally woken up and just in time, just when I lost hope of one day being able to see their eyes looking at me once more. If only I had been by their side when they needed me most, maybe if would have paid more attention to their surroundings they would not be here, they would not have suffered as they did.

The wounds have healed, but they need therapy and periodic checkups to make sure they are better. Maybe I should ask them to move in with me so that I can take care of them properly during all the remaining time of recovery and therapies, that would also allow me to be around for them when they need to do something and their injuries do not allow it.

A good diet is also vital, it could supply the pantry with foods rich in vitamins and nutrients, meat and fish, reduce sugar and bad substances for a period of time. The tea is medicinal, surely they will manage to calm your discomfort and help you sleep. I should take out the inflatable bed and offer them my bed, the important thing is that they are comfortable and rested…"

Versión en español.

Jun Guevaru.

"Estos meses han sido agotadores sin ti, tan estresante como todos parecen seguir sus vidas mientras yo me siento perdido porque tu no reaccionas, pero finalmente has vuelto. Al fin abriste los ojos y me miraste después de tanto tiempo, realmente extrañaba esos hermosos ojos.

¿Quién podría siquiera pensar en hacerte daño, mi amor? ¿Qué clase de monstruo podría lastimarte a ti, mi ángel?

Debo asegurarme de que tu casa esté protegida para que este incidente no se repita. Un par de mis hombres podrían pasearse regularmente por allí solo para mantener el perímetro libre, de todas formas estaré junto a ti, así que puedo protegerte. Oh, como te he extrañado…"

Musashi Miyamoto.

"Es ridículo desquitarse con quien no puede defenderse, ¿Qué lógica existe en atacar a otros cuando el objetivo soy yo? La incomodidad en mi pecho no ha desaparecido desde que fue atacado hace un par de meses, ahora que despertó me he sentido menos… Incómodo, pero ese sentimiento sigue allí.

¿Será alguna clase de deseo de venganza? La venganza no tiene este sabor tan amargo, además, quede satisfecho cuando use mis catanas en el causante. No entiendo que sucede.

Tampoco entiendo como sigue aquí, sus lentas respiraciones y su falta de movilidad durante estos meses solo me dieron una imagen de lo que creía era el futuro, no sé cómo logro regresar a la vida, pero me quedaré a su lado hasta que pueda explicármelo…"

Mumon Katsuragi.

"Abrió los ojos, el cielo al fin ha escuchado mis súplicas, quizá Dios se cansó de escucharme llorar por las noches para que me lo devuelvan. Me contuve, quise saltar sobre el y besarles como si no le hubiera visto en años, pero me contuve; su estado es delicado y debo tener cuidado.

Los doctores no han parado de hablar sobre el tratamiento y la dieta que debe seguir de ahora en adelante, ese viejo libro de cocina que encontré en su casa debería ayudarme un poco. Probablemente no le moleste que me quede en su apartamento, paso la mayor parte del tiempo allí y necesita ayuda justo ahora.

Debo volver a casa antes, debo limpiar y cambiar las sábanas para que puedan descansar tan pronto salga del hospital, ¿quizá quiera comer algo después de mucho tiempo? Es probable, me encargaré de traer la cena de hoy para que pueda reponer fuerzas después de todos estos meses…"

Retsu Kaioh.

"Está bien, se encuentra bien, al fin ha despertado y justo a tiempo, justo cuando perdí la esperanza de algún día poder ver sus ojos mirándome una vez más. Si tan solo hubiese estado a su lado cuando más me necesitaba, quizá si hubiera puesto más atención a su alrededor no estaría aquí, no hubiera sufrido como lo hizo.

Las heridas han sanado, pero necesitan terapia y revisiones periódicas para verificar que están mejor. Quizá deba pedirle que se muden conmigo para que pueda cuidarles debidamente durante todo el tiempo restante de recuperación y terapias, eso también me permitiría estar cerca cuando necesite hacer algo y sus heridas no se lo permitan.

Una buena dieta también es vital, podría abastecer la despensa con alimentos ricos en vitaminas y nutrientes, carnes y pescados, disminuir los azúcares y sustancias malas durante un periodo de tiempo. El té es medicinal, seguro que lograran calmar sus molestias y les ayudaran a dormir. Debería sacar la cama inflable y ofrecerle mi cama, lo importante es que esté cómodo y descansado…"

[sylvanfreckles]

Finally getting my home library finished, so I present to you: their shelf!

The Sanctuary family no longer has to live in front of my cookbooks. Now they can settle into their nice, spacious shelf in front of my vintage Star Wars novels (from before Disney rewrote everything).

This library also features:

Motion-activated "interstellar exploration" book nook, which looked enough like a wizard's tower to put near my Discworld books

This little library book nook that reminds me of Atrus, so of course it goes with the Myst books

I have to dig out the rest of my lacquered jewelry boxes, but they have a special place here, right below the China-inspired book nooks (Su Dongpo's Life, Legend of Mulan, and the Panda Bookstore...it's so cute, you don't even know)

And, in case you were worrying I still wasn't cool enough, Lord of the Rings. I have five different copies of the books (the first set I own is on display in the living room) plus the BK glasses.

The rest of the room is a little bit of a mess, but it'll be there soon! I'm so excited!

My ex took over every space I ever carved out for myself, so it's hard to remember how to live in my own house. I try to sit in my library a few minutes every day, just to imprint it into myself a little more.

Maybe I'll post full pics of all the shelves once everything is finished.

[lossimsdelaurapatricia]

🍲🇫🇷 Bouillabaisse, Coq-au-vin y Ensalada Niçoise por: Somik & Severinka — traducción al español ES 🥖🍷

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hace 9 horas

🍲🇫🇷 Bouillabaisse, Coq-au-vin y Ensalada Niçoise por: Somik & Severinka — traducción al español ES 🥖🍷 📝 Traducción al español realizada con mucho cariño por Laura 💕 💚 ¡Gracias por apoyar el contenido en español para Los Sims 4! 🌟🎉

🍽️ ¿Qué añade este mod? 🍽️ Este exquisito mod culinario de Somik & Severinka introduce tres platos emblemáticos de la gastronomía francesa para tus Sims:

👉 Bouillabaisse 🐟🍲 Una sopa tradicional provenzal de pescado, originalmente preparada por pescadores de Marsella con pescados de roca. Lo que distingue a la bouillabaisse de otras sopas de pescado es la selección de hierbas y especias provenzales en el caldo.

👉 Coq au Vin 🍗🍷 Plato francés de pollo estofado con vino, trozos de tocino y champiñones. Aunque la palabra coq en francés significa "gallo", el Coq au Vin puede prepararse con cualquier ave, siendo más común con pollo. Las recetas tradicionales utilizan vino tinto como base principal.

👉 Ensalada Niçoise 🥗🐟 Una ensalada originaria de la región de Niza, tradicionalmente preparada con tomates, huevos duros, aceitunas Niçoise y anchoas o atún, todo aliñado con aceite de oliva. El chef Gordon Ramsay ha dicho que "debe ser la ensalada veraniega más exquisita de todas".

Estas recetas requieren nivel en la habilidad de Cocina Gourmet y están disponibles en restaurantes, ofreciendo una experiencia culinaria auténtica para tus Sims.

📚 Para que las recetas funcionen correctamente necesitas: 📖 El Libro de Cocina de las Creadoras (Cookbook S&S) 👉 https://www.curseforge.com/sims4/translations/s-741-852-963

🧑‍🍳 Srsly’s Complete Cooking Overhaul (SCCO) (opcional, pero recomendado para una experiencia más realista)

🔗 Mi traducción al español del SCCO AQUÍ: 👉 https://www.curseforge.com/sims4/translations/complete-srsly-scco-kitchen-review-by-srslysims

✨ Estos mods no son obligatorios, pero se recomiendan para una mejor experiencia del juego y mayor inmersión en la cocina Sim.

🛠️ Instalación 🛠️ 👉 Descarga el mod original desde CurseForge. 👉 Coloca el archivo de traducción (.package) en tu carpeta Mods. 👉 Activa los Mods de Script y Contenido Personalizado desde el menú de opciones del juego. 👉 Reinicia el juego y ¡disfruta de estos deliciosos platos franceses con tus Sims! 🍽️🎉

🙏 Agradecimientos especiales 🙏 💖 Este contenido fue creado por Somik & Severinka, quienes con su talento y dedicación enriquecen la experiencia culinaria en Los Sims 4. 🎀 ¡Gracias por permitirnos vivir experiencias gastronómicas únicas dentro del juego! 🌟

🌷 Traducción al español realizada con dedicación por Laura, para que más jugadores puedan disfrutar de este contenido en su idioma. 🥰🎉

🚨 IMPORTANTE ⚠️ Este archivo es solo una traducción al español. ⚠️ No funcionará sin el mod original, que puedes descargar aquí: 👉 https://www.curseforge.com/sims4/mods/bouillabaisse-coq-au-vin-and-nicoise-set-1-france

💌 ¡Gracias por descargar esta traducción! Tu apoyo ayuda a que más jugadores disfruten contenido en español para Los Sims 4. 🌟 ¡Nos vemos en la próxima traducción! 💚✨

💚Mi traducción al español AQUÍ 💚

[occknow]

Tony Conrad : L’enfant du violon mal accordé et de la cuisine absurde.

Dans l’ombre des figures de l’avant-garde new-yorkaise, Tony Conrad s’amuse encore à raconter comment tout a commencé.

Car au départ, il y a ce gamin, réservé, un peu gauche, qui se retrouve inscrit à des cours de violon sans trop savoir pourquoi.

Pas dans l’éclat des projecteurs, ni dans le feu sacré d’une vocation précoce, mais dans le documentaire Tony Conrad: The Dreaminimalist de Marie Losier.

Il revient avec humour et autodérision sur son parcours et son rôle dans l’émergence de nouvelles formes artistiques dans les années 1960.

Peut-être un coup des parents. Peut-être un hasard. Ce qu’il sait, c’est que ce fichu instrument ne sonne jamais juste et qu’il fait de son mieux, sans grande conviction.

À côté, il distribue des journaux, mais rechigne à réclamer l’argent des abonnés. S’il entend un « Je n’ai pas la monnaie », il file sans demander son reste.

Et pourtant, c’est avec ses maigres économies qu’il s’offre un violon.

Un instrument dont il déteste la sonorité, une « pièce de merde » comme il le dira plus tard, mais qui va, sans qu’il ne le sache encore, tracer le chemin de son langage musical.

L’enfance de Tony Conrad, c’est aussi celle des petites joies absurdes et des situations cocasses, comme ce fameux Fanny Farmer Cookbook que sa mère sortait parfois.

Lui et ses frères se moquaient du nom, le trouvant particulièrement drôle : Fanny Farmer, c’était bien plus qu’un simple livre de cuisine.

C’était un univers de recettes improbables et de rires, une petite échappatoire dans une vie où l’imprévu et la déconcertante réalité s’entremêlaient.

Un jour, Tony se retrouve à y découvrir une recette de pickles d'oignons, et soudain, une révélation : il pourrait utiliser les oignons comme métaphore pour le film, en particulier pour le film « positive fine grain print stock », qu’il trouve aussi beau et irisé qu’un oignon.

Mais l’art, chez Conrad, ce n’est pas seulement les violons mal accordés ou les recettes de cuisine. C’est un voyage, une quête vers New York, où il rejoint des figures comme La Monte Young, John Cage, et David Berman. Là, il comprend qu’il doit être là, au cœur de l’effervescence créative.

Son arrivée à New York est marquée par une rencontre improbable avec Jack Smith, un cinéaste excentrique et inclassable. Dans un loft qu’il partage avec Smith, Conrad plonge dans un monde où l’art prend des formes inattendues, parfois dérangeantes.

Il croise même Arthur Lubin, le réalisateur des fameux albums de Miss Montesso, qui n’hésite pas à produire des images décalées, parfois cruelles, d’une absurdité assumée.

Là encore, l’art de Tony Conrad ne se limite pas à des simples cases : il est polymorphe, en constante évolution, en perpétuelle remise en question.

Il se souvient d’une époque où sa mère fabriquait des marionnettes, une tradition familiale étrange et drôle, qui lui permettait de s’évader dans un monde où l’innocence des spectacles pour enfants côtoyait des aventures plus philosophiques.

À l’époque, il incarnait tous les personnages de ces spectacles familiaux, du Prince de l'Inde à Santa Claus, toujours avec un brin d’absurdité.

Tony Conrad, à travers les âges, n’a cessé de fuir le conformisme et les attentes sociales.

Du violon mal accordé à la cuisine farfelue, de la rencontre avec la contre-culture new-yorkaise à l’univers onirique des marionnettes, il a toujours su tirer l’essence de ce qui semblait décalé et en faire un terrain d’expérimentation musicale et artistique.

Et ainsi, du Fanny Farmer Cookbook, de l’enfant timide à l’artiste audacieux, Tony Conrad nous invite à reconsidérer la beauté des imperfections, des détours et des accidents.

Et si, finalement, le véritable art ne naissait pas des réussites, mais de ces détours imprévus, de ces instruments mal accordés et de ces recettes absurdes qui transforment notre regard sur le monde ?

| Par @occknow

[lapiscallout]

OP this is epic

The Steven Universe Unofficial Cookbook

Your reminder that a fan-made Steven Universe Cookbook exists and you can download it for free, print it out and bind it if you want, and make fun Steveny things.

Get your copy for free in digital form at Dropbox or Google Drive.

Notes about it:

It has every recipe from the show that you could possibly think of.

It is illustrated with images from the show and photos of the actual food.

It has a "classics" section for the most popular items, followed by less recognizable recipes, a section inspired by SU, an incidentals section, a section for the unseen recipes, a "gross don't make these" section, and a short party-planning section with printable food labels.

The table of contents is extensive and clickable for the digital version.

It can be printed 2-sided (recommended) and is over 120 pages long.

You are welcome to ask "does it have X recipe in it?" but the answer will be yes.

It does not claim to be an official document obviously. This is one fan's labor of love and I have personally made every single one of these 150+ recipes. I don't make any money from it. I just want you to have it.

[culinary-vagabond]

Cookbook Thoughts: Turkuaz Kitchen by Betül Tunç

Partner gave me a copy of this for Solstice (2024) which means it had to go on the cookbook list this year. The list will get too long otherwise!

I was pre-pandemic more of the baker between Partner and I. Then Covid-19 hit and Partner got into sourdough breads, then started making other breads too. It's about 50/50 now, and I am excited to try doughs and bakes from an area of the world I haven't cooked much from.

I am having somewhat of a mismatch in expectations and reality with this one: there's recipes from all over, including French pastry dough, when I was expecting a book containing entirely Turkish dishes. That said, there's still a lot in here that I'm excited to bake and cook. So many desserts...

Khachapuri — (cheese and egg bread)

Ciabatta

Spinach-Artichoke Stuffed Garlic Knots

Pitas — (we have a pita recipe, but it's a little mid, so we're making this one and seeing what we can do to improve. maybe it's just using this one, maybe it's combining the two)

Creme Brulee French Toast with Vanilla Sauce — (I was told if I didn't make it, Partner would)

Swedish Cardamom Buns

Pistachio Rolls

Bienenstich (German Bee Sting Cake)

Pumpkin Scones

Vegan Lemon Blueberry Scones

Zucchini Cream Cheese Biscuits

Spinach-Mushroom Deep-Dish Quiche

Tahini Cookies

Brown Butter & Sage Gnocchi — (I'm not sure, but I think I already have this. I'll have to page through my collection of recipes to check)

Simit

Lahmacun with Onion Salad

Turkish Pistachio Baklava

Grandma's Lavash

Poğaça

Su Böreği (Water Börek)

Feta Hand Pies

Kalburabasti — (cookies drizzled in syrup)

[lazyworksinprogress]

Cookbook Club: First Lunch

My friend Su started a Cookbook Club this year ~ we read a cookbook we're interested in or about a cuisine we're keen to learn about and have a bring-and-share meal made from recipes from that book.

This quarter, we read Zaitoun: Recipes and Stories from the Palestinian Kitchen by Yasmin Khan.

Amidst the ongoing use of famine as part of the genocidal acts against the Palestinian people (and during Ramadan), I had mixed feelings about sharing a feast and celebration.

I am not religious, and we are a group of shared values but disparate faiths, availability, and beliefs. Conspicuous celebration and plentiful food can be used to mock people in unimaginably cruel circumstances. I wondered about appropriateness and respect for the scale of the unfolding historical moment. I approached it with the thought that there is a gravity and simplicity to acknowledging our lives are being changed by witnessing this injustice through a meal at a lowkey home gathering. The timing was difficult, but so is the situation, and we decided to go ahead.

My contributions to the shared dinner: aubergine and feta kefte, and a molten chocolate dessert (not pictured).

Our group was lively, and subjects were mixed. Neurodiverse women and topic maintenance are not always friends, so gossiping, ideological discussions, and playfulness were what kept us talking and eating into the night together. We were emotional and available to each other. Su read an excerpt from the book before we started eating. It felt significant beyond the mundane, and we all need a ceremony sometimes.

Despite being powerless in some ways, this reminded me that we have transformative ways to resist occupation. I think one is sharing and respecting Palestinian culture. The book itself has many resonant quotes about this idea, and I encourage everyone to read Zaitoun and make the recipes! They're economical, tasty, and can be easily adapted to local produce.

"Palestinian food tasted alive. And in a region that too often feels as though it is dying. I appreciated that more than ever." - Zaitoun: Recipes and Stories from the Palestinian Kitchen.

I think remembering, acknowledging community and humanity, and exchanging cultural memories are absolutely necessary and should be practiced as much as a person is able to, even in grief, even in despair. Oppression denies our humanity. It is nourishing to a human being, to eat and share, and enjoy food. It's part of creating families, communities, and enchanted life moments. Our celebration happened during Ramadan, while some of our members couldn't take part for different reasons, and their absence was felt with bittersweet understanding. Our group will continue to explore, learn, and try to preserve Palestinian cooking as well as cuisine from other people in the world.

[cyberaxolotl]

Hinata’s Confession

SoS:3oT Romance/Fluff

Warnings: None

AO3 Description: With enough love in his heart to push him into action, Hinata gets ready to take the first step, wanting a relationship with Yuzuki, with just a little bit of help.

Words: 3.9k

Illustrations: 0 in fic, 1 cover art

See AO3 version for more specific tagging

Fic and cover art below the cut

It had been a quiet Thursday in the boarding house. Hinata was taking his day off in a slow way, cooped in the kitchen by a cookbook, studying several recipes.

The nearby door slid open, grabbing his attention. “Sumomo! How was school?” He greeted his young housemate, watching her drop an overflowing backpack onto the floor nearby.

“School was really good today! Miss Kasumi said that it seems like handwriting has “clicked” for me!” The young girl pulled out a few papers, held together by a paper clip. “She said that if I can do this test really well, I can move on to the next subject!”

“Hey, that’s what I like to hear! Good job.” He smiled at her as she came up to the counter.

“Are you getting ready for dinner? Ooh, can we have oden sometime soon?”

“Hm… If you pass this test, I’ll be right on it! But not tonight, I’m figuring out the recipe for yomogi dumplings.” He turned back to the book, making mental note of the ingredients he’d need to pick up.

“Then I’m definitely gonna pass this test, and I’m gonna pass it good!” She cheered, then paused. “I didn’t know you liked yomogi dumplings.”

“I don’t. Or, no, I don’t dislike ‘em, they’re just not my favorite.” He put the book down, pulling a notepad from his belt to actually write the ingredients down. “But they ARE Yuzuki’s favorite!”

“Ooh, is Yuzuki coming over sometime?” Sumomo looked excited at the notion of having someone over.

Suddenly, Hinata closed the book. “I needa talk to you about that, actually.” He turned around and walked up to talk to her. “Y’know when a couple of people really love each other, they start dating? Being boyfriends, girlfriends, or boyfriend and girlfriend?” He got a confirming nod. “Well, I’m gonna ask Yuzuki to… be MY boyfriend.” He struggled for a moment, realizing it was his first time saying it out loud.

The young girl gasped. “You are!? Oh, my gosh, yay!”

He reached into his pocket, pulling out a confession pendant. “I wanna ask him on my next day off, but asking someone to be your boyfriend is something that’s gotta be done in private, just the two of us. Would you be able to hang around in the store or with Tatsumi and Yaichi until we’re done?”

“I can! I’ll ask Tatsumi and Yaichi if I can spend Monday after school with them!” She nodded excitedly, beaming. “You and Yuzuki are gonna make the perfect boyfriends!”

He reached forward and petted her head. “I’m glad you think so. Now get to that test, I’ve got an actual dinner to make us!”

Sumomo happily turned and walked off, letting Hinata prepare to actually start cooking. He could feel her excitement bouncing on him, and felt a bout of confidence for what he’d do in a few days. And he was really going to need it- the anxiety was worse than any show he’d ever done before.

~~~~~~

Monday, approaching 5PM. Having yesterday asked Yuzuki to come by, and knowing that he would be there soon, Hinata nervously set up two bowls of chirashi sushi. There were fresh yomogi dumplings beside him as well, sitting out from their new creation, but it was time that he turned his attention to them.

Setting aside the chirashi sushi bowls on the counter, he pulled over a small box, and felt like he had to act fast. Pulling out the confession pendant, he placed it at the bottom, then covered it with a thin sheet. Tying a string around the stick of one of the dumplings, he poked a hole in the sheet, tying it through. Finally, he laid the dumplings down with the tied one on the right, and the stage was set for a surprise confession.

Just in time, too. A knock at the door made his heart start to pound, and he walked over to open it.

“Yuzuki!” He greeted happily, succeeding at acting nonchalant.

“Hinata, hello. Thank you very much for inviting me over for dinner tonight.” Carefully pushing his rollator aside, Yuzuki accepted a gentle hug, stepping into the boarding house. “It smells delightful here. What’s the occasion?”

“Eh, no occasion.” He lied, “Just wanted to have a good dinner with my best friend!”

He smiled softly. “I see. Will Sumomo be with us tonight?” Bringing his rollator in and slinging a bag over it, he followed Hinata inside, watching him grab the bowls of sushi.

“She’s having dinner with Shizu’s family tonight, so we’ve got this to ourselves. Have a seat and relax- you look kinda tired.” Bringing the bowls over, he placed them on the table, inviting him to sit down.

“Do I? I’m sorry, it’s not because of you or anything. I’ve just been a bit slow today.” Yuzuki brought a bowl closer to himself. “But, this looks delicious. There's nothing quite like a filling meal to make me feel better.”

“I made yomogi dumplings too.” Hinata blurted out with a smile. When he realized how specific it sounded, he cleared his throat. “‘Cause I thought it’d be nice to make something thatcha really liked when I’m inviting ya over.”

The other’s eyes had lit up. “You made- Hinata, are you sure there’s no occasion?” He chuckled, “Yomogi dumplings are my favorite dish in the world, I’m overjoyed that you’d think to make them for us!”

The joyful smile on his face made Hinata’s heart pound. “It was no problem.” He said, finding that it came out more blunt than kind. “If I can get you to feel better, that’s more than enough!” He quickly added.

“Ah- heh.” It was Yuzuki’s turn to blush. “You’re always so very kind, Hinata. How has work been?”

“Work’s good! There’s gonna be a shipment of goods from waaaay up north soon, Moriya wants me to make sure they’re all sold by the end of fall. The theater started preparing for a new play this weekend too.” The two started to eat at that note. “How’s everythin’ with you?”

“It sounds like you’ve been busy recently, though I can’t say the same.” He hummed softly at the taste of the sushi bowl. “I’ve been feeling as though my designs are all very similar as of late. I want to stop that, but I can’t fix it until I find what I’ve been doing the same.” He sighed, sounding a bit defeated.

“Hm… Want some help?” Hinata asked through chewing. “A pair of fresh eyes?”

“I couldn’t ask that of you when you’re so busy. Though, my grandparents haven’t been able to help…” Yuzuki thought aloud, then saw the other’s determined expression. “…Hah, okay. If I haven’t figured it out by the next time you’re off, I’ll come find you.”

“Great! How are your grandparents, anyway?”

“Grandfather is working to make this month’s harvest extra large, which I’m very excited about, and grandmother has been feeling better than usual. Apparently she’s been spared some supplements by Megan, and they’re helping quite well. It’s soothing to see her so upbeat.” He relished a deep breath, “Aside from the artistic struggle, and a few rough flare-ups, everything has been very smooth. How is Sumomo?”

“Sorry to hear about the flare-ups, ‘n glad Omiyo is healthy! Sumomo’s doing great,” Hinata nodded, “Her handwriting got a lot better recently, so she’s doin’ better in school, and I’ll be makin’ her oden tomorrow if she passes a test today.” He glanced away, “Well, that’s what I told her, anyway. I’m actually gonna make oden either way. She deserves it.”

Yuzuki made no attempt to hide a warmed smile. “Sumomo is truly lucky to have someone like you looking after her. I can confidently say that, if you have one, you’d be a wonderful father to a child of your own.”

“Heey, I’m just givin’ her what I woulda wanted when I was still training here! Moriya can be rough, and Shizu and Ittetsu didn’t have much time to help me when I was young, so I want Sumomo to know she has an adult she can lean on. It’s the least I can do when I live with her.” He fidgeted with the sushi bowl, “And, wow- the thought of bein’ a dad? Hm… Hah! I haven’t even thought about being a husband, much less a dad!”

“I wonder if I’d be a big part of a child of yours’ life… Would I be like a fun, artsy uncle? Except, no-“ The jeweler winced at the notion, “That would imply that I think of you as a brother. I don’t think of you like that at all.”

“I hope you'll be a big part of my future kid’s life. I can’t picture my own life without you, so I can only hope that my family would like you too!”

“I’d like that. I’d want only the same from my family.” Yuzuki placed his hand further out on the table, “I couldn’t picture my life without you either- truly, you are one of my most valued people.”

“…” Hinata looked at his hand, a temptation pulling at him. Acting smoothly, he put his hand over the other’s, able to feel how cold he was. “Same here.” He couldn’t tell if it was obvious that he was blushing or not, but he smiled boldly anyway.

Yuzuki’s blush was obvious on his dull complexion, his eyes softening in the moment. It was impossible to tell whether he caught the gesture or not, but even if he didn’t, it still made his face flush. “…Ah. It looks like we’ve both finished our sushi.” Carefully, he pulled his hand out from under the other’s, bringing it to his chest.

“We did? We did!” Anxiously getting up, Hinata took his empty bowl, reaching out for the other’s as well. “Do y’wanna bring out the dumplings now, or wait a bit?” He tried to brush off how fast his heart was racing.

“Mm… I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t resist yomogi dumplings.” He handed up his bowl, “Would you mind getting me a glass of water? I’d like to take my nausea medication before eating more.”

“Got it!” He winked nonchalantly as he took the bowl, turning around. Putting the bowls by the sink, he could see his hand shaking as he reached for a cup. That was it, it was time.

Coming back with the box of dumplings and a glass of water, he could see two red pills in Yuzuki’s hand. His face lit up as the glass was handed to him, watching the box be placed on the table. “These dumplings look wonderful. I’m sure they’ll be all the tastier when they’re made by you.” He smiled, then popped his medication into his mouth.

“It’s my first time makin’ it, so tell me if it needs improving. Gotta make sure it’s perfect when a real occasion comes around!” Hinata sat back down, his voice coming out a bit tightly.

“I’m no harsh judge of sweets, Hinata.” He smiled softly, taking the first stick of yomogi dumplings with his left hand. “Please, take one as well. I couldn’t stand to have all three myself.”

Smiling nervously, the actor took the middle stick. He knew Yuzuki well enough to know his dominant hand, and that was part of the plan. He couldn’t bring himself to say anything as he watched the other rip the first piece off of the stick.

“…Mmh~!” He hummed sweetly, cupping his cheek with his free hand. “It tastes just as good as what’s served at the teahouse, and I thought I didn’t see any syrup on these. Did you bake the syrup into them?”

“…Y’know, I thought it was weird that the cookbook listed syrup as an ingredient but didn’t say what to do with it. I really should’ve put two and two together.” Hinata managed to snap out of his anxious daze just to be flustered, putting his hand on his forehead. “Thaaaat was an accident. Uh, whoops!”

“Hah- hahaha!” Yuzuki laughed, “You accidentally made a less messy way for me to enjoy my favorite food. It’s a little tougher than it would’ve been otherwise, but it’s nothing that I mind, hee.” Tucking away his laughter, he ripped another piece off, immediately distracted by the taste again.

His heart did a flutter at his laughter. Glancing between him and the box, love was mixed with anxiety, much worse than stage fright. He knew for certain that the confession, a relationship, was something he wanted, and he was too far to back down now.

“Hinata?”

“Whuh?”

“You’re staring.” Yuzuki said, “And you haven’t eaten at all, is something wrong?”

“Ah, sorry. You got me thinkin’ about the future.” He played into daydreaming, leaning onto his cheek. “I’m ready to date someone, but it’s hard to take a step, y’know?”

“I see. It seems like both of us are waiting for the right person.” The jeweler nodded, “Although, I am nervous at the idea of a relationship with someone new.”

“Yeah?” Hinata prompted to continue.

“It’s just… I feel as though entering a relationship would be putting the burden of taking care of me onto somebody else. I love my grandparents, and I hate being dependent, but I know I could never be fully self-sufficient.” He held his arm, “I have no idea how much I’d be able to give to a relationship.”

“I think if someone loves you, they aren’t gonna mind.” The actor blurted out, “Everything else about you makes up for it, and you should be able to be happy like anyone else. A lot of us love you anyway, Yuzuki, so why should romance be any different?”

“…Thank you. That makes me feel much better.” Yuzuki pulled the last dumpling off of the stick, “You really would be a good boyfriend.” With that, he popped it into his mouth.

Hinata gulped nervously, smiling. “So would you.” He said softly, finally eating a dumpling. “Hrk-“ He winced. It was harder to eat than what he’d had in the past, in a way that was less enjoyable to him. “I think the syrup made these too tough for me. Are you sure you like ‘em?”

The other put an empty stick down. “A little mishap couldn’t make me dislike yomogi dumplings. And, now you know for next time, so I’ll consider it good either way.”

“Well, I’m happy that you do. Last one is for you, though.” He motioned, crossing his arms with his stick in his hand. “I’ll see if Sumomo wants the rest of this one.”

There was a lump in Hinata’s throat as Yuzuki smiled at him, reaching for the last stick. “I hope- hm?” He noticed the string as he picked it up. “…Ah-!” He gasped as he pulled it away, smooth paper coming off to reveal the confession pendant, glimmering in the light.

Looking away, Hinata flushed red. “That’s for you. It- ugh-“ He cleared his throat, “Some of what we talked about today occurred to me a while back, about wantin’ to make sure we’d be friends for a long time. But then I realized, I didn’t just wanna make sure my future wouldn’t be without you- I wanted it to be WITH you.” Covering the side of his face with his hand, “We’ve been with each other since we were teens. I’ve seen your best and worst days, you’ve seen mine, and I wouldn’t want it any other way. Now, I want those days to be ones we go through together.” He made a glance of eye contact, trying to gauge the other’s expression. He was surprised and blushing red. “I’m goin’ to care about ya a lot no matter what happens. But now, I want to care about you as your best friend, and your boyfriend.”

“…” Yuzuki was bright red, his eyes wide and his hand over his mouth. Seeing the other’s expression start to turn to worry, he held a finger up, suddenly taking his bag off of his rollator. Digging through it for a second, there was a jingle of metal, and then he pulled something out.

“-!”

A second confession pendant.

“I would’ve asked you weeks ago, but I was worried that you were too busy with work or life to want a relationship with me.” His face turned into a heartfelt smile, “Every moment I spend with you feels like a dream. You make me happier than I thought anyone would be able to when I was little, and after what you’ve said tonight, I trust you with all my heart. You confessing first has eased my worries- I love you, and I would LOVE to be your boyfriend, if you would honor me by being mine.”

“Yes-!” There was a gleam in Hinata’s eyes, putting the stick down and standing up. Stepping around the table, he got down to Yuzuki’s side, wrapping his arms around him. “Tonight was scarier for me than any play. Findin’ the recipes, cooking, setting it all up, and now I know I had nothin’ to worry about. I love you.” Arms wrapped around him as well, locked in a gentle embrace.

With a short giggle, the jeweler kissed the bridge of the other’s nose. “You did a lot to make sure tonight would be good for me. I am beyond lucky to now have a lover like you.”

The actor couldn’t stop himself from smiling, looking lovingly into each other's eyes. “…Hey, where’d ya get your pendant from, anyway? I don’t remember you ever gettin’ one at the store.”

Yuzuki bashfully looked away. “I knew you’d suspect something if I got the pendant from you, and I didn’t want you thinking I was about to confess to somebody else- it was Komari that helped me, actually. She supported me while we went to Westown and got it.”

“Komari?” Hinata’s eyes widened. “She’s the one I asked a couple a’ weeks ago what she thought you’d find romantic. I was wonderin’ why she was so confident in tellin’ me that it’d go well!”

“Oh, really? Aha~!” He laughed, “It seems like she knew we’d get together before either of us did. We’re… bound to get teased a little.”

“Hm…” The actor thought about something for a moment. “…Let’s make sure nobody tells her. See how long it takes for her to figure it out!”

Yuzuki was laughing with amusement, the two relishing each other’s presence, when there was a knock by the door. “Is that..?”

“I think I know. Come in!” Hinata called out.

The door slid open, and a little girl peeked in. “Hello? I’m not interrupting, right?” Sumomo asked, then her eyes landed on the pair. “Oh-! Oh, I am, I’m sorry-!”

“Don’t worry about it, Sumomo, come in! How was dinner with your friends?” Letting go of each other, Hinata watched the doorway.

She hesitantly stepped in, putting her backpack down. “Dinner was yummy, Mrs. Shizu made oshinko rolls and castella!” She glanced at the table, seeing the two confession pendants out. “Did it… happen?” She whispered loudly at him, a sparkle in her eyes.

He smiled at her. “It happened!”

“Yaaaaaay!” Her nerves washing away, she walked around the table, getting to Yuzuki’s side. To his surprise, she hugged him. “I’m so happy for you two, you’re perfect for each other!”

“Hah, thank you, Sumomo. I promise to make Hinata very happy.” Warmed by her blessing, he accepted her little hug. “I’ve got a bit more time before I need to go, if you’d like to help us finish these dumplings.”

“Really?” She stepped back. “I already had dessert with Tatsumi and Yaichi, I can have a second one?” She looked past him at Hinata.

“Hm… That depends. What'd you get on that test today?” He said, planning on giving it to her either way.

“Oh!” Sumomo’s face lit up, turning and skipping over to her backpack. She pulled out the binded papers with a smile, then showed it to them. “A minus, I passed!”

“I knew you’d be able to do it! Alright, get over here.” Hinata stood up, but not before Yuzuki got his attention for another moment.

“Psst-“ He called up, “Watching you and Sumomo like this makes me feel like I’ve become part of a new family.” He said, smiling warmly.

The actor smiled back, blushing. Picking up the stick of dumplings that he hadn’t finished, “Try this, see if ya like it.” He offered it to her.

Taking it, she looked at Yuzuki first. “Will I get to see you more now that you’re dating? Hinata’s my elder, so now that you’re dating, is it gonna be like you’re my elder too?”

“I can see about it, and I’d hope that now, if Hinata needs someone to look after you, I’d be his first choice.” He looked over at him, getting a nod of confirmation.

“You’d be willing to do that?” The actor asked.

“I think that it’s something I could bring to the relationship, yes.”

“Yaaaay!” Sumomo cheered softly, then ripped a dumpling off of the stick, excited. “…Mmhf! It’s chewy!” Her expression downed.

“Oh, yeah, I think I made it wrong. Is it too bad to eat?”

“Mmmh… Nn-nn!” She shook her head, continuing to eat it. “They’re not my favorite, but sweets are sweets!”

“I see that we have that in common.” Yuzuki happily agreed, taking off a piece of his own. Hinata stepped past Sumomo and sat back across from them, the little girl sitting down to join. “Oh, and, congratulations on your test today. Writing was not easy on me when I was a child either.”

“Thank you! Miss Kasumi was so proud of me, and we’re gonna have oden tomorrow to celebrate! Oh!” She gasped as she realized something, turning to her elder, “Can I help with the cooking? Please? Tatsumi has a friend that’s really good at cooking, so I gotta get good like him!”

“So long as you eat whatcha make, you can help.” He reached out and patted her head.

“Hehe~!” She squealed, her face bright.

Yuzuki couldn’t help but visualize the two as a father and child, watching how lovingly they interacted. Part of him was very excited to be part of their little family as well. Looking past them as he finished his stick of dumplings, his face dampened. “Oh, my apologies. It’s getting late, and I need to get home before it gets dark.” Putting the stick down and picking up the confession pendant, he held it tightly to his chest. “Thank you for the wonderful evening.”

Hinata stood up, walking around the table. “You’ll come by the shop tomorrow, yeah? I'll seeya then.” With a smooth motion, he leaned forward to kiss his boyfriend on the cheek.

The jeweler giggled and kissed him on the nose, grabbing his rollator. “I’ll come by, most definitely. I’ll see you as well.” He gave Sumomo a quick goodbye as he walked up to the door.

“Goodnight, Yuzuki!” She sang, sharing a smile with him as he left.

Turning around, Hinata picked up the second confession pendant. There were intricate differences between it and the one he’d given, the gem made with a ruby rather than an emerald, and carved into a different pattern.

“…The pendants are super pretty. I wonder if I’ll get one from someone someday.” The young girl said quietly, a smile still on her face.

“Heh, I’m sure you will, Sumomo.” He smiled at her, then stretched his back. “I’m gonna wash the dishes and then get ready for bed, we’ve got work tomorrow.” With that, he picked up the gift box, gently placing the pendant into it. His chest felt very warm, and the redness and smile wouldn’t leave his face.

A confession that made him more nervous than any play ever could, gone so dreamily right.

[thebananwithaplan]

"A cooking show? In the pizzeria?"

Now that the initial shock of having learned that the Fake Noise was at it again, DB and the boys couldn't dwell much on the brief relief they had. Being one of the few who haven't immediately gone over to the place, they were investigating as much details as they could possibly recall.

"You've been there, uncle?" Middle asked.

"I mean, just a few times. I'm pretty sure it looked just like that..."

"...But I can't help but shake the feeling that something about it still feels off."

"Apart of the fact that it's not keeping Peppino tied up?"

"Apart from that, yes."

"I mean, it looks just like a regular ol' kitchen. You got the counter and shelves, the pots and pans, a cookbook, even. It's all nice and clean too."

"....THAT's it, Peel: everything there is TOO clean and nice. Peppino's real pizzeria is a lot more worn-down last I checked. And as far as I can tell, I don't Peppino has the budget to renovate anything yet."

"....Oh yeah. I guess it was a little weird that suddenly it looked 'obvious' where it's takin place." The thing about being a bunch of bananas that have been in the showbiz for a while, is that as long as they keep their focus and chill on point, they can tell the odd little details and inconsistencies like these.

"But why only go half the mile to pretend that it's taking place in a pizzeria, then? What good would it do if people are gonna notice that something is still off?"

"......Maybe it's a set-up? Like, in a 'tricking people' kinda way."

"Are ya sure? Peppino's employees and friends outta know that it's all gotta be sus or something, right?"

"....But what if they don't?"

"..................." Something tells him that things are about to take a thing for the worse. A turn that he's sure that no one would have expected to take into account.