the smaller the better


Oncidium Tsiku Marguerite

It has a total of five spikes, and these super cute tiny little blooms smell just like vanilla >w< Unfortunately however, I believe this is a seedling of that cross, so it bloomed far more white and Twinkle-like than Tsiku Marguerite is supposed to. It still has a very faint pink blush in the center, and its so pretty, so I dont mind too much

Drew a small GB!Sans because i have nothing to post yet… and because I never drawn a small blaster.

How to make the perfect Christmas truffle

Give the humble chocolate truffle a Christmas makeover, with tips and tricks guaranteed to ensure your delicious treats are on everyone’s list!

1. Chocolate, meet double cream. Double cream, meet chocolate. You are a match made in truffle-dom. These are your two essential ingredients - use equal amounts of each and you can’t go wrong!

2. To make 50 truffles, you’ll need 300ml double cream and 300ml chocolate, plus 50g butter and 1tsp vanilla extract. 

3. In a pan, heat the double cream and the butter on a medium heat until the cream is just starting to simmer, then remove from the hob.

4. Meanwhile, chop up the chocolate into small pieces (the smaller the better!) using a serrated knife. 

5. Add the small chocolate pieces to the warm cream and stir continuously, adding the vanilla essence, until the chocolate has completely melted and the mixture is silky smooth. For a festive flavour add the zest and juice of an orange.

6. Leave the mixture in the fridge for approximately 4 hours until it has set (just enough time to put your feet up and relax!)

7. Once set, use a teaspoon to scoop out small amounts of the mixture and roll into a ball shape with your hands. This can get sticky so rub some vegetable oil on your palms first!

8. Place the truffles on a sheet of greaseproof paper and pop back in the fridge to chill. If you’re in a rush, you can put them in the freezer for 15 minutes (no longer!)

9. Ensure that at least one truffle doesn’t make it to the chilling stage as it’s your duty as chief taster to sample the goods!

10. Melt some chocolate to coat your truffles, set aside in a bowl.

11. Take the truffles out of the fridge and, using a skewer or cocktail stick, dip them one at a time into the melted chocolate, then immediately return them to the greaseproof paper. For added flavour and texture, why not dip them into bowls of chopped hazelnuts or pistachios?

12. If you don’t fancy melting any more chocolate, simply coat your truffles in cocoa powder or a pinch of cinnamon.

A crown has arrived in Los Santos. Not just a crown of course, a whole array of finery, gold and jewels and an ornamental sceptre, even a smaller secondary crown, but the true prize in the collection is clearly the extravagant domed affair, huge, bejewelled and topped with a hefty gold cross. It’s for a show of sorts, a traveling display of some ancient European royalty, and it couldn’t be a more obvious trap if the Fake’s had received a personalized invitation.

Los Santos doesn’t have a big arts scene, doesn’t have fancy museums or cultural influences; to bring so much wealth to the city, the crime capital of the country, to roll it right under the noses of the self-proclaimed royalty of organized crime and publically advertise its arrival is so laughably on the nose it can only be the LSPD’s latest pathetic attempt at a sting. An embarrassing police endeavour to draw the FAHC out, ludicrously obvious and yet, despite all reason, it’s working.

It might be offensively over the top but there are, of course, two members of the FAHC who live for offensively over the top, who can’t even focus on the obvious jaws of the trap, knowing all too well that the bait is poisoned but unable to help being hooked anyway. Geoff and Gavin, the big boss and his most ostentatious little snake, both lost the second there were crowns on the table, both shiny eyed and hopeless, full of longing as their hurricane of plans tips into the utterly preposterous.

Gavin keeps making puppy-dog eyes at Geoff, begging and pleading and carefully explaining exactly why he deserves to be the one who wears the big crown; everyone already knows Geoff’s the king, he doesn’t need it, and anyway it just wouldn’t suit his look at all. Geoff is batting off every argument, some with considerable difficulty but he’s determined to hold out, heart set on keeping the absurd thing for himself. Half out of affection, half out of desperately placating bribery Geoff’s instead promising Gavin the slightly smaller, more classically spiked crown; the fine filigree diadem obviously the lighter of the two, easier to wear and arguably more pretty, still obscenely ornate and look how gold it is Gavvers come on.

Boss and conman aside the rest of the crew aren’t quite so blinded by the frankly insulting attempt at a trap. Except, well. Except that they kind of are, in their own ways.

Jack and Lindsay spent a whole morning tracking down sources, ensuring that while the display was fake the actual items were authentic. And boy, the LSPD didn’t go halfway in their bid for stupidest plan of all time – not only is everything certifiably real, it’s worth an actual fortune. They aren’t kidding themselves about fencing the crowns, it’s important to be aware of one’s weaknesses and sometimes that means acknowledging that you work with egotistical children, but there is still more than enough extra gubbins in the display to make such a wildly ill-advised heist worth considering.

Ryan, Michael and Jeremy aren’t particularly hung up on the money end; it’s always nice, sure, but honestly the FAHC hasn’t been strapped for cash in a long, long time. These days the jobs they do tend to have some other purpose, amusement or revenge or displays of power with monetary gain a secondary factor, definitely not sufficient to barrel headfirst into a guaranteed trap. But then the trap is so clear to see it’s pretty much a dare, a middle finger, the suggestion that the Fake’s are too stupid to see what’s right in front of them. If there’s one thing the more rough and tumble side of the crew have in common it’s their inability to stand down from a challenge, their dislike of any insinuation that there’s anything they cannot do, any prize outside their reach. Screw the gold, Michael, Jeremy and Ryan are, as always, just out to ruin the LSPD’s day.

So they brainstorm, they plan, they get into more than one argument about the authority bestowed by fancy headwear and, in the end, after enduring numerous scornful complaints from members the Support Crew regarding always doing things the hard way, they simply call up one of Geoff’s rats on the force and have her unlock the door and look the other way. It is perhaps the most anticlimactic ‘heist’ of the FAHC’s entire existence – not that you’d know it from the way Geoff and Gavin swan about in their crowns. Not that you’d know it unless you were there to witness, actually, considering the hilariously inaccurate rumour that spreads like wildfire, the tale of an epic showdown between the police and the Fakes, the crowns simply the spoils of war in a greater battle that took out half a city block.

To be fair, that battle definitely happened, it just had literally nothing to do with any heist. Disappointed by the appalling lack of action Ryan took Michael and Jeremy for a leisurely drive down to the police station, car full of everything from flares to SMG’s to a full-blown rocket launcher, and the three of them had a little party. By the time the rest of the crew shows up, somewhat overdressed but still drawn as always towards the sound of senseless mayhem, the street is a warzone, a building is on fire, and the LSPD have completely sworn off ever again trying to entrap the FAHC.  

Losing weight feels good. It feels good to wake up knowing the number will be less than yesterday. You will get more confident when the numbers are getting smaller. You will fell better about yourself which makes you feel better in general. So please do yourself a favour and don’t fuck this up so badly again.

back when i started playing zenyatta i loved him, he was fun, powerful and i loved his design, but i thought “what makes those orbs float?”

then i thought since he has those kind of ghost arms with his ultimate maybe he has smaller ones that people cant see

but sometimes

its better not to think too deep into things because you might regret it


Who wants to be King?

Just a silly sketch of Enj and Grantaire for my Corinthe School for Boys fic. Okay okay, so admittedly Enjolras isn’t a blonde stereotype but I couldn’t resist the Loathing lyrics from Wicked, forgive me.

Final Apostasy: Ende Der Welt

after two and a half weeks straight of suffering i am finally done with this mess

not quite what i was going for but i like how it turned out


In which our beloved monster ambassador fends off the attacks of the well-intentioned but misguided gym teacher.

I can’t seem to stop drawing them in stupid situations sorry X’D Also, I decided to give D-bag #3 a face–


BTW Frisk senpai’s popularity shot up even higher due to this incident–