Because the fauna and flora are
different, it follows that food is different. Humans are still more
or less humans though and still like their sugary salty and umami
tastes, so the culinary conclusions they draw are similar but made
out of different stuff. For example, Verdamt has very American
approach to food with their love of heavy grease and salt, but
because they don’t have cows to make their burgers, they have
to use a meat they do have… like dragon.
“Dragon” was once used to refer to
a varied category of animals, but presently its main association is
the cattle analog widely farmed in Tartra. (Their larger wilder
relatives, closer to the kind of creature you might dub a “dragon”,
are rarely seen and their range on the continent has shrunk to the
point where they’re all but extinct.) They’re highly omnivorous and
can grow large and fat on just about any food source as long as you
have enough of it—a good meat and milk source if you’re keen on
putting up with the danger of herding a bunch of massive lobster
rhinos. Smaller creatures in the dragon category called cockatrices
similarly fill a poultry niche.
(side note: most non-Verdamt countries
domesticated things a little more… easy to domesticate. Verdamt
just looked at all the towering lumbering dragons in their territory
and was like “h/o lemme get my fork.” Sam’s family are also
dragon farmers by trade and tradition…)
However, dragon meat is only available
in places where they’re actively being farmed or places with enough
money to be worth importing to. Cockatrices are easier to keep and
therefore more accessible, but less viable/efficient as a staple
protein source. So, even though farming is a thing there’s still a
lot of supplementary hunting for edible bushmeat.
Luckily, almost everything on the
planet is hardy so the farming of fruit and veggies and fungi doesn’t
have so many hurdles. Genuine food scarcity is mostly a problem in
settlements without an established farming or trading presence.
Man-made food scarcity still exists as it does in the real world,
Processed food is a big thing too, VERY
big. It’s much more widely available and accessible than anything
fresh. Food expectations are kind of low because of it, and there are
some pretty weird and unpleasant social ideas about food and under
what circumstances do you deserve to eat a real food and not some
shitty tasting astronaut nutrient bar… not that Sam gives a fuck
she’ll just eat an entire dragon.
(I wanted to draw more of the actual FOOD instead of just the livestock but I’m running out of the time I allot myself for each of these posts… trust me though you’ll see it later because I do like drawing food)
When Wally doesn’t show up at the cave one day for training, Dick immediately knows something happened to his best friend. The League is called in to help once they do find him. As well as the entire speedster family. (Mature.)
“No, the math is perfect,” he says. “But I need to rebuild Bart’s time machine.” Wally vanishes. Dick finds this entirely unacceptable. Fix-it fic for Endgame, and basically the fact that we’ve been robbed of a Wally-comes-back arc in a season that will never be made. (Explicit.)
Timetraveling feels like a kitten nibbling at your skin. First, it starts with your belly button. The sensation travels circularly until it engulfs your entire stomach, and you feel a faint taste of a Snicker’s bar in the back of your mouth even though you haven’t had one. You chew on your teeth like peanuts and it feels like you’re breathing in Jell-O. Then—you watch your body disappear and feel it reappear on the surface of another ground before standing in a new atmosphere with bare freckled hands that cover your ‘nads. (Mature.)
A first date with Zatanna just around the corner, Robin confesses to Wally that he’s never kissed anyone before, and asks for some pointers. It’s like they say, actions speak louder than words, and kisses teach better than mere pointers… (Teen.)
I’m not even vegan, just. If you valued animal lives over your own comfort and acquired tastes, obviously barring texture or health issues and SOMETIMES money although surprise surprise there are lots of poor vegans and eating vegan is often more affordable if you live in an area where you can access vegan food, then you’d stop eating them. Point blank. Stop acting amazed when people point this out. It’s just facts dude. If this disturbs you then change it but for god’s sake stop wasting like vegans advocating on behalf of a cause they think of as stopping the murders of valuable creatures is somehow an affront to you personally.
Surprise!!!! See, I haven’t forgotten about this fic. And somehow, I gained some inspiration to
write it again. So just in case you have
forgotten about it yourself, Part 1 is here and Part 2 is here.
The Weeping Willow –
She rests her head against the chair, smiling to herself as
she hears the chatter and laughs of her best friend on the phone in the
kitchen. She loves days like these. Days where she is able to step away from her
celebrity life and embrace the normalcy she so often craves. At least to the extent that she can.
She’s found herself craving it more and more these
days. Finding that for each day she is
in the studio she prefers two at home.
Sometimes she worries she’s become complacent with her career but she
knows that’s not the case. It’s just a
balance that she longs for. Her career
is established. Her life, not so
much. Or at least parts of it not so
much. The past few weeks have extensively
shown her that.
She rolls her head to the side to look out the window. It’s snowing.
Not that that’s a surprise. It is
winter in New York and snow is commonplace.
But for some reason, watching the flakes of glitter sparkle down over
the past few days has produced an unnerving feeling in the pit of her
stomach. Perhaps because she has told
herself a year ago that she’d always spend winters in Los Angeles. Likely because she’s been unable to get the
picture of Diana Hiddleston’s home out of her mind since she painted it three
weeks ago. And that memory just leads to another, this
one with Tom, sitting in his car as she raves about how she can’t wait to see
Suffolk, to see that home, as it’s blanketed in snow in the winter. The Hallmark movie she so desperately wanted
to see that she will no longer have the chance to.
My health teacher told us that her son is making these futuristic, history changing, mind-blowingly awesome new meal bars, she said they have everything you need from each of the food groups, though all I remember is the inclusion of spinach and chicken. She said she needed taste-testers so she could get feedback on the bars’ taste, so who better to test them out on other than an 8th grade health class? Well, no one really wanted to try them, because in all honesty, they looked like poop. Some of them even left stains on the paper she handed them out on. I used the “I don’t eat meat” excuse to get out of trying them, but long story short, she ended up with a class of 26 gagging 8th grade girls and little to no feedback.
A short post on the most underrepresented eye color in fiction and the most common eye color in the world.
Shades of Brown
Things that are Shades of Brown
Wood (range from light brown to black)
Chocolate (mid to dark brown)
Coffee (pale gold to black)
Henna (reddish brown)
Bronze (light brown)
Afternoon sunlight (gold)
Animals (and their eyes)
Earth (wet earth = dark brown, red clay = reddish brown, wet sand = light brown)
Topaz gemstone (orange to dark brown)
Leather (mid to dark brown)
Autumn or winter: Brown, an earth tone, is closely associated with dead plants, which are brown and not very romantic. You can link this to the smell of woodsmoke, bark, or new snow; the taste of frost or hot chocolate; the sight of bare branches and southward-flying birds; the touch of warm sweaters or rake handles; the sound of crunching leaves or fire crackling.
Earth: Again, brown is an earth tone. You can link this to petrichor, the smell of flowers, animals, or water; the taste of crisp cold air or freshwater; the sight of fresh soil, stones, bark, or a low-slung, comfortable cabin; the touch of rain, leather, dirt, or fur; the sound of birds calling, rain falling, plants rustling
Alcohol: Most liquor is gold or brown. You can link this to the smell of alcohol and a well-packed bar; the taste of ice, glass, garnish, and alcohol; the sight of a polished bar, a half-empty glass/mug, and the shotgun resting below the bar; the touch of a mild buzz, an arm through yours, or the mild jostling as you find a barstool; and the sound of barroom buzz, a pool table, jazz music, and pouring drinks.
Animals: Many animals - predator and prey - have brown or golden eyes. You can link this to the smell of (wet) fur; the taste of cold wind, blood, or plants; the sight of moving branches, unblinking eyes, feathers shining in the sun, and fur ruffling in the breeze; the touch of the ground beneath your bare feet, branches whipping along beside you, and the weather; and the sounds of panting/breathing, or soft footfalls or wing beats.
Material: Brown is a tactile color, bringing with it the touch of copper or velvet or hemp or satin in addition to the hue. You can link this to the smell of metal, wet fabric, or hemp; the taste of blood (sometimes described as coppery) or champagne at a luxurious event; the sight of a richly decorated bed, a burnished weapon or set of buttons, or a lovely gown; the touch of cold metal, soft velvet, or course fur; and the sounds of rubbing fur, rustling fabric, and chiming metal.
Blackness: This is for all the very dark-eyed people out there who appear not to have irises at all. You can link this to the smell of a cold night or of rock; the taste of regret, lies, or red wine; the sight of raven’s wings, obsidian, flickering shadows, mourners at a funeral, coals, and endless pits; the sensation of being about to fall into a hole, the secret thrill of illicit behavior, nothingness, warmth, or compelling mystery; and the sounds of murmured conversations, rustling feathers, and drowsiness.
Old Things: When I think of brown, I think of all of the above, yes, but I also think of old houses and antiques. Maybe because old houses tend to use wood paneling and because paper yellows as it ages? You can link this to the smell of old books, white-out, India ink, mildew, wood polish, and paper; the taste of musty paper, dust, and history; the sight of fireplaces, antique globes, solemn old portraits, overflowing bookshelves, and overstuffed, tatty armchairs; the feeling of a comfortable chair, paper between your fingers, warmth, and familiarity; and the sounds of a crackling fire, an old house settling after a storm, turning pages, and a scratching pen.
Warmth: The brown found in brown eyes is a warm, comforting color. You can link this to the smell of warm earth and a full house; the taste of hot summer days; the sight of dust motes swirling in the air, golden sunlight arcing across the ground at morning or dusk, and wood in the fireplace; the feeling of mild warmth from sunlight filtering through treetops; and the sounds of birds singing or quiet conversation.
lol why do ppl complain when their protein bar ‘tastes too much like a protein bar’ (??) / doesn’t taste exactly like a candy bar? i don’t like the synthetic taste either but do u realize…that the endless search for one that tastes like real deluxe super chocolate chip cookie dough peanut butter birthday cake…can be much more easily solved by buying a candy bar? bc that is what u are actually craving? and that’s okay? just get ur protein somewhere else if it really bothers u lol
A list of all my fics and their locations. Updated June 20, 2017
Multi-Chapters and Oneshots
I totally forgot to mention that these are all in the same universe. They have been reordered chronologically.
Where We’re Going “Roy thought nothing of it in the moment; it seemed entirely natural, instinctual.” Some bonds are so strong that they exist without knowledge or effort; they simply are. Young!Royai, Rated T. Rating and genre are subject to change with the progress of this story. Tumblr: Link to Ch 21 AO3FF
Survival of the Stealthiest The annual East v. North training exercise takes an interesting turn when General Grumman calls the shots. Forests, paintball guns, and competitive spirits are just the beginning. Rated T for swearing. Team Mustang-centric, mostly platonic. TumblrAO3FF
A Night Out (Can now be considered part of Checks and Balances) Riza looked at Jean as though he had grown a second head. Now understanding that she didn’t catch his meaning, Jean elaborated. “Mustang’s out on a date tonight with my ex-girlfriend. Which is why we,” Riza found the emphasis unnecessary, “are going to a bar.” TumblrAO3FF
Lack of Credibility Sequel to A Night Out. “Breda stood up from his desk and walked over to the coffee pot. ‘You’ve gotta work on your believability. I mean, you started the whole story by saying you and Hawkeye went to a bar together. Alone. No way we’re supposed to believe that.’” Rated T for amount of swearing. Oneshot. TumblrAO3 FF
Poor-weather Friends A regular meeting turns into a bunker situation due to inclement weather. Team Mustang. T for swearing. TumblrAO3FF
Uninvited - NEW!! Ed can’t find Roy, and the colonel doesn’t make his life any easier when he finally does. Tumblr AO3 FF
Entrepreneurship “I’m telling you, man; this little baby is my ticket to success.” Havoc flicked his cigarette up and down with his tongue for emphasis. Rated T for a few swears and for the discussion of the use of adult themes in advertising. Oneshot. Tumblr: TBA AO3 FF
Anniversary “Mustang heaved a large sigh, shaking his head. ”'Unfortunately, a rebellion is not the only kind of war.’“ Warning: Deals with PTSD. Oneshot, possible Twoshot. Slight Royai. FueryPOV. TumblrAO3 FF
Hayate’s Great Escape “Riza was a patient woman. She corralled a group of man-children into working each day; she kept herself from reprimanding Edward and Alphonse when they came back from a mission with more collateral damage than the government could afford. She spent years underneath the smothering and questions from Maes Hughes and never batted an eye. But this…” TumblrAO3FF
Checks and Balances
A series of fics about Jean and Riza’s friendship. Fics are listed below:
What Friends Are For Riza discovers that being Jean’s wingwoman is harder than she expected. TumblrAO3FF
Midnight Intruder There’s someone in Riza’s home, and she isn’t thrilled. Tumblr
Just a Spare Riza’s sick, Ed is disappointed, and Jean can’t keep himself together. TumblrA03FF
No Secrets Between Friends - NEW! Heymans’ gift turns out to be a curse when he’s unable to figure out the exact nature of Jean and Riza’s relationship. Tumblr AO3 FF
Some of these are nods to the larger universe, but I don’t consider them ‘ canon’
Ill-Informed Riza and Roy visit the Elric home for the first time Tumblr
21 Shots Kain turns twenty-one, and the gang decides to give him a taste of the bar life. TumblrA03FF
Promises Riza’s grudge against Roy for leaving culminates in the middle of the desert. Between assaults, gunfire, and insurgents, Riza, Roy, and Maes forge the bonds of comrades in arms. Multi-chapter. Tumblr
Unwanted Attention Prompts: “Bring your pretty little butt over here.”; “That guy at the bar keeps staring at you.”; “Will you just shut up for a moment so I can say something nice to you!” Tumblr
A Little Tied Up at the Moment Prompt: “Would you quit moving around?” “It’s not my fault we’re tied up together!” Tumblr
Where did all these puppies come from? - NEW! Tumblr