the kitchen of destiny

Cayde-6 : *place both Chickens on both sides of the Guardian’s head*

Cayde-6 : What are you?

Guardian : An idiot Chicken

smileprecurelover  asked:

Would it be okay to ask for other ships in Tales of to be drawn for the ask meme? If so, is 4B with StahnLeon from ToD and 1C with Fluri from ToV alright? Thank you so much, I love your epilogue sormik drawings! <33

(for this ask meme!)

It’s 100000% okay! I never even said I’d only take Zesty requests. I didn’t even say only Tales. I’d actually be fine with any other franchise I’m familiar with/into. Just because I’m addicted doesn’t mean YOU all have to be addicted as well, haha. But for some reason I only got Zesty requests other than yours! So. Yeah. And for the record, Destiny is my second favourite Tales, so OF COURSE I’m always glad if people encourage me to create content for it. Heaven knows there isn’t too much of it.

I’m glad you’re enjoying the Soymilks, too, though, despite the overload :,D. The world needs more epilogue Sormiks just so I have an excuse to give them both long hair because I love long hair, period. Anyway, that’s a different topic.

(requests are still closed! I’ll try to work a bit more on the remaining ones today, but no promises, today is a shitty drawing day. I’ll do them, though, just wait for it! I unlearned how to draw overnight, I hate when that happens)

Difficult decision

Pairing: roman Godfrey x reader

@laurenron request: Can you do a Roman Godfrey x reader imagine. She’s anxious, but when she finds out she’s pregnant, with romans child, she runs away. Ending being angst, but they’re together

Originally posted by quietisvilonet

You let out a sob when you read ‘Pregnant’ on the pregnancy test you took. Ever since you started dating roman Godfrey he told you he didn’t want to have kids. Because he was an upir there was going to be a good chance that his children were going. He told you what happened to his cousin Letha and how she died giving birth to his child. Because of that Roman didn’t want you to have the same fate as her and axed the idea of having anyone children.

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Destiny hopped up on the kitchen counter next to you and watched as you finished making Roman’s lunch. Her only reason for being there was to simply remind you that you, unlike Roman Godfrey, were a good person.


“All I’m saying is that this boy does not deserve you.” Destiny muttered as she munched on a piece of lettuce.

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Rebirth Part 4 | A Hemlock Grove Story

Thank you everyone who has read Rebirth and any of my one shots so far. It means so much that you have all enjoyed my writing so much and given me so much love and reblogs! Thank you from the bottom of my fangirl heart <333

word count; 992

tw; swearing, kissing

Romans eyes widened as he pulled back from the young girl by the counter. Rumancek. No wonder her features were so familiar. She was Destiny’s fucking sister. Peter’s cousin. How could he not have noticed this.

“Why?” was all he could muster. He couldn’t think of anything else to say to her. He had killed Destiny. Murdered her in cold blood. Thrown her body through the glass table he had his morning coffee at and then finished her off by snapping her neck. Peter had then ripped his throat and heart out, leaving him dead on the cold ground. Why would a Rumancek bring him back from the dead? Why would she then bring him back to her apartment? “Why?” he said again, in nothing more than a whisper.

“Hemlock Grove needs you. Peter …” she began, watching for Romans reaction. His eyed widened at the name of his former best friend, his former partner in crime. The one who had torn his heart from his body and wandered off into the night with it hanging from his fangs. “ … Peter needs your help. He asked me to do this, he asked me to bring you back, to give your heart back to you…” she continued. Roman stood there looking like a confused puppy, a deer in the headlights of an on coming car. He fell backwards onto the sofa, running a hand through dark blonde hair.

“In case you forgot, I murdered your sister for which, Peter ripped out my heart and wandered off with it like it was his new favourite chew toy!” Roman shouted, confusion and anger bubbling up within him. After a brief moment of holding his head in his hands, he got back up to his feet, storming back over to the counter in nothing more than a couple of strides. Anastasia’s apartment was not that small but, Roman was extremely tall with incredibly long legs. “Why would you bring a murderer into your apartment? Why would Peter put his cousin in that sort of danger?” Before Anastasia had a chance to respond, a shooting pain ran through Roman’s chest, up his throat and into his head. It burned as if someone had doused him in petrol and set him a alight. His breath hitched in his throat as he fell to his knees, letting out a series of low grunts.

Anastasia dropped to her knee’s, placing her hands on both of Roman’s cheeks, tilting his head upwards so he could see her. “He knew I was safe as you haven’t fed in over twelve months. Your thirst may be great but your energies are weak. You have no strength, no muscle motivation to get up and feed. You’re a bark with no bite” she taunted, pursing her lips into a mocking pout. Roman looked up at her, his eyes narrowing. She got back up to her feet, moving towards the counter. Roman was not sure what was driving him, what had given him a sudden burst of energy, but he was back on his feet, moving towards Anastasia. She turned just as Roman’s fingers wrapped around her throat, pushing her forcefully against the counter. She grunted as her hip clashed with the wooden counter top, the weight of Roman’s body obvious against her tiny frame.

“I am Roman Godfrey, I do not lose my bite!” he snarled, tightening the grip around her throat. Anastasia did nothing but laugh through her gasps, taunting Godfrey even more. “You think this is funny? I am an inch away from squeezing the life out of you, murdering another Rumancek sister and you’re laughing?” He pulled his hand away from her throat, causing Anastasia to drop slightly, her own hand moving to her throat, giving it a light rub.

“Seems my little concoction of herbs and bat saliva was a little bit strong,” she whispered, more to herself than anyone else. “To answer your second question Godfrey, I find this all to be hilarious. I have my sisters murderer stood in my kitchen having brought him back from the dead in my birthday suit. I shoved your dead heart back into your dead body, you drank bat saliva and now it is beating again. And all of this has happened because my dearest cousin has an issue that only his damned Upir friend can sort. He owes me big style for this stunt…”

Anastasia began muttering to herself in Romanian with Roman merely standing there unable to understand a word she was saying.

“Can you speak in English please? I cannot understand a fucking word you’re saying!” He shook his head as he spoke, glaring at the brunette with his sparkling green orbs. Anastasia continued to mutter to herself angrily, as if in some sort of a trance. “Jesus Christ will you stop?!” Roman shouted, slamming his fist against the wall like a hammer, but, she continued, not even blinking or reacting to the sudden noise. Roman had had it. There was only one way to shut a woman up in his eyes and one way only.

Roman lunged forwards, wrapping both of his hands around Anastasia’s cheeks and pulled her into him, crashing his lips onto hers. Immediately, her Romanian babbling was silenced. Her eyes were wide, taken a back at the fact that she, a Rumancek, sister to Destiny, was stood in her kitchen, locking lips with Roman Godfrey, an Upir and her sisters murderer. How had she gotten herself into this situation, she thought to herself.

Placing her palms flat on his chest, she pushed him away before quickly placing her right hand over her lips, her eyes wide.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she asked, removing her hand from her mouth.

“Shutting you up,” Roman said, moving forward once more, grabbing Anastasia by the hips and pulling her into him, his lips once more finding hers in a passionate and lust filled embrace.

liebesleid (m) · two

ongoing miniseries | request: reincarnation au with yoongi.
(—or a story of perpetual unrequited love.)

pairing: yoongi | reader
genre: a lot of angst and drama with a sprinkle of smut.
word count: 7.669
warnings: alcohol mention.

⇢ chapters: one | two


Chapter two: espressivo.

Most of the lifetimes in your mind are blurry — but the one you can remember the most happened during the summer of 1840.

The images are sharp and vibrant as they flicker wildly inside your mind, like an opened pandora box that keeps bursting with stinging lights and thick shadows and too many memories. They do not stop, and suddenly you feel like too many people at once, merging under your skin and turning your gaze dark and your breaths heavy.

It takes you a few seconds to realize Yoongi is calling your name. The real Yoongi, the one who stands next to you as he finishes his second cigarette and glances at you with bright, curious eyes. He seems to notice your panicked expression right away, and you can only circle his wrist weakly with a trembling hand, noticing he’s too hot under your touch. Or maybe you are just too cold.

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Fate or Destiny or Whatever

I don’t know why I’m even bothering to post this this weekend, but it’s been sitting on my computer–finished, apparently–since last year so…it’s waited long enough. I started this back after 6x05–but ended up rewriting the whole thing once 6x06 aired (for the obvious reason that my original fic involved Killian & Henry deciding to hold onto the shears). Anyways, 6x05 raised the question–what could possibly make Emma change her mind about using the shears. And this happened. As always, this has been added to “The Lost Get Found” over on ff.net if that’s you preference. And also, as always, you know I love getting yelled at. (Though this maybe doesn’t qualify as angst???)

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Normally, Emma loved that her kitchen could fit her whole family comfortably.

Tonight, though, all those people just made her head throb worse as they talked back and forth about the object she held in her hand. All of them so caught up in the excitement of finally having the shears back in their possession that none of them had noticed her silence.

“We could put them in the vault.” Regina paused her pacing. “No one can get in there unless I let them.”

“That spell has been broken too many times,” her dad shoots back. “We need something better. Somewhere no one will think to look.”

“Maybe it’s not a somewhere that we need,” her mom said, her finger tracing the rim of her mug. “Maybe it’s someone. Namely, all of us.”

“What are you getting at?”

“The Evil Queen didn’t make her move until the shears were no longer in anyone’s possession,” Snow said, sitting forward. “Maybe if someone’s holding onto them, no one can steal them.”

David nodded. “So we all share the burden of holding onto them and she has no way to know which of us has them.”

“Or she could just knock all of us out at once and search our bodies at her leisure.” Killian’s hand on Emma’s shoulder tightened a little, tension radiating down his arm even as his thumb rubbed circles on the back of neck.

“Do you have a better idea?” Regina snapped.

Emma closed her eyes, her grip around the shears tightening. Before anyone could say anything else, she stood, her chair screeching against the tile floor.

“Guys, that’s enough.”

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“Sure, yeah. I’ll admit that in retrospect I can see how it might have been disrespectful. But look: how was I supposed to know? You carry some dainty little scrap of fabric around on your hip, you can’t get mad if a girl thinks it’s a hand towel. ‘Specially when it’s in such a convenient spot. Least I didn’t blow my nose on it.”

- Cryptarch Records // Anonymous

Savory Yuletide Pie

An all-veggie entree that can be made with fresh or canned fillings, depending on how labor-intensive a dish you feel up to making.

Ingredients:

  • 2 - 3 tbsp olive oil
  • 2 - 3 cups cooked vegetables (choose from: onion, garlic, carrot, bell pepper, celery, potato, mushroom, sweet potato, winter squash, turnip or rutabaga, parsnip, broccoli, brussels sprouts)
  • 1-2 cups cooked additional vegetables (choose from: frozen peas, frozen corn, canned tomatoes, canned beans, chopped kale, cabbage, mustard greens, turnip greens, broccoli rabe, chard)

Suggested Seasonings:

  • Chopped fresh parsley
  • Pinches of dried herbs (choose from: thyme, rosemary, sage, basil, savory, marjoram, or combination)
  • Sea salt & black pepper
  • 1 tbsp unbleached or whole what flour
  • ½ - 1 cup vegetable broth
  • ½ cup shredded cheese (optional)
  • Pie crust (handmade or storebought)
  • 3 cups cooked mashed potatoes (optional)

Preheat oven to 350 F.

In a large saucepan, heat the olive oil and add any combination of the diced vegetables. Saute until tender; the cooked mixture should measure 2 - 3 cups.

To the sauteed vegetables, add any or all of the additional vegetables, to measure 1 - 2 cups when cooked (remember that greens will reduce in volume). Cook briefly to wilt the greens and heat frozen ingredients through.

Season with parsley, dried herbs, and salt and pepper to taste.

Sprinkle the mixture with flour. Stir well and simmer for a few minutes to allow the flour to cook, then add the vegetable breath, stirring until moist and thickened. At this stage, you may also add the cheese, if desired.

Place ingredients in a prepared round deep-dish pie plate. You may use a bottom crust, a top crust, or both, or no crust at all. If you decide to go crustless, top the pie with about 3 cups of cooked mashed potatoes.

You can cut or carve a symbol into the crust or potatoes, if you wish.

Bake your pie for 45 minutes, or until the crust is golden, and serve.

Serves 4 - 6.

[Recipe Source: Witch in the Kitchen, Cait Johnson, Destiny Books, 2001.]

what the signs did at thanksgiving

Aries: complained that there was not enough food

Taurus: FOOD COMA

Gemini: got drunk and tried to pick fights with people

Cancer: “YAHTZEE ANYONE?“

Leo: “sorry I have a call from work… I gotta go….”

Virgo: worked in the kitchen ALL DAY

Libra: “mom can we go home please”

Scorpio: doesn’t eat because the food isn’t vegan

Sagittarius: feeds their food to the family dog

Capricorn: fell asleep on the couch before dinner even started

Aquarius: also in the kitchen for hours

Pisces: omg turkey!!1!1!