You can 10578% use human food as reference for energon foods. But what you’re looking for isn’t most of the usual stuff. You’re looking for desserts, usually ones done by a professional confectionary or bakery.
Of course, you can already see how energon can be made to resemble jams and gels. I figure it’s gelled with some variety of silicon that goes right to their joints and seals.
Sauces and icings are likely done either with very light gelling, or being thickened with a powder. Which powder depends on what’s soluble in energon, so, whatever you want! You can also work with different consistencies of icing to produce different effects, from the stiff beauty of royal icing to the smooth gloss of a perfect mirror glaze. Just look for mirror galaxy cakes, they’re gorgeous.
Puff pastry and phyllo can be done with delicately flaked and layered metal (They have to have some metals they eat for self repair to work!). Have you ever seen gold leaf? I’m thinking metals that thin and light. You can also replace chocolate shavings with it! Energon baklava made with delicate sheets of silver and aluminum, with pinprick holes to let lightly thickened energon soak every layer, and crunchy bits of copper in place of nuts…
I also headcanon that lead is a very popular sweetener, and a dietary necessity in order to keep your solders healthy.
Oh yes this is interesting to think about. Human food like meat or vegetables or like. Bread. Doesn’t translate in my head. But sweets! Omg yes.
Also I’m gonna use your ask as an excuse to post this stuff
Within Your Embrace, Heavens And Hells Are Only Words To Me & A Mistletoe Kiss 🎄
Before | Present | After
Long ass title, isn't it, lol. But it was made for this song, so it's perfect. Also, well, still, it's that time of the year again, so another attempt to bring back Jaq's mistletoe kiss tag game! No pressure tagging of course, I just still like it way too much as an excuse for a holiday special. This one's also so funny, because it takes place the same night, right after last year's mistletoe kiss for Yune and Liahn, plus I'm already working on a not kiss, but a "continuation" of this night if you will from Inseo's perspective, so. Yay. Also this is the 56 yo Fang and 54 yo Bongju, hehe. 💚🤍
Rules from before: If anyone wants to join in and turn this into a mistletoe tag game for the holidays, I’d love to see yall’s OCs kissing under a mistletoe, or your WIPs version of it! Whether in-world or a modern AU version where mistletoes exist.tagging: @bloodlessheirbyjacques, @tc-doherty, @did-i-do-this-write, @thegoddesswater, @cee-grice, @aalinaaaaaa, @forthesanityofstorytellers, @approximately-20-unwritten-wips, @italiangothicwriteblr, @wildswrites, @odysseywritings
NON-CANON (PROBABLY) | FLUFF | WC: 1,364
The soulful singing gently tumbled outside as Bongju stepped into the cold winter night. His light fabric coat instantly gathered a thin layer of mellow snow, while the flakes touched and melted against his pomaded hair, loosening it up just enough so he felt cared for.
"Did you see them?" he asked, softly clicking closed the terrace door behind Dae as she, too, followed him through.
She cradled her sip of celebratory sour lemon wine. "Who?"
"The girls." Bongju nodded towards the windows, which through a scene oh so warm bloomed, it thawed the glass' crystal-frost into sparkling dew. When he glanced over, Fehn, most definitely in a flurry of teasing, poked apart the rose-tinted reverie Liahn and Yune conjured around themselves. And soon enough Kil and Pheni joined their little group of youth, too, leaving the tumult to themselves to continue the carols alone. They added to the exchange of smiles, laughs and visible grunts, as their words made Liahn's expression gradually more pained. Bongju smiled himself. "They're so openly happy now."
"Mhm," Dae agreed, leaning back against the illuminated stone railing. She was looking into the room with the same solemn contentedness that nestled in Bongju's chest as well. "Good for them. It was way past due."
"Yeah."
Their visible breath crawled towards the stars-littered sky, snow falling ever so softly. Dae seemed comfortable in her long, dark coat, even though Bongju needed to pressure her into it before they headed out. He would have loved to stretch the coaxing out longer, though, so he could bring out his most cherished method of playing into her well-hid vanity. She'd find a way to dismiss his nudges and worries but never when he'd tell her, time after another, how much he adored seeing the heavy fabric drape around her, deep brown complementing her almost black eyes. Or how her white suit fit like a dream, now gleaming under the bright winter moon, some of the golden light from inside reflecting over it, too. He missed his opportunity for such talk for now, but he privately smiled at the rich, dark red shirt under all, that he picked out for her at home before they came. Something that happened more and more.
Bongju rummaged in his coat pocket for warmth and his ornate cigarette holder, careful not to crush the delicate, thin little branch stashed in it. He offered a smoke to Dae first.
"Thanks," she accepted, handing him her drink, so he could finish the glass for her. She still smiled while grimacing at him gulping it down. "I still can't understand how can you all drink that. Liahn at least has some sense, she pushed it aside too. It's dishwater."
Bongju chuckled, lighting her cigarette after he placed the glass down. She wasn't much for sour stuff, still. "If you drink enough, it becomes sweet."
"I doubt that's how it works."
"Why? Sour tends to sweeten with time. Look at you," he teased, and she snorted.
Then, Dae reciprocated the playfulness in his grin. "You can't sweeten something that's always been that way."
"Oh?" Bongju chuckled, mock incredulous, as he slowly sauntered closer. He took one of her crooked lapel in his hand, smoothing it over her chest. The nice fabric caressed his palm gently. "Has it been?"
"You don't think so?"
Bongju hummed, slowly trailing down his hand on her arm, while carefully stepping between her legs. Her teasing's spell would not blunt with the years, as it tempted him into an irresistible proximity. He slid his fingers into her palm that slumbered deep within her pocket. Only to frown when he touched something slender and solid instead of her enveloping, roughened skin.
Dae did not bat an eye when he pulled out the decorated, white berry-spotted branch. Bongju couldn't help the quick, surprised laugh.
"Gods, you." He lifted it into the moonlight, sweet accusation in his gesture. "I didn't expect to see this in your hands ever."
"Well, you tend to be wrong a ton. Besides, it started to become embarrassing that Zhetor sent these over every winter knowing they'll be left unused."
She kept smiling at him with that signature small curl, yet her face wrinkled into a soft beauty. Tiny snowflakes gathered on her eyelashes, some stumbling over her whitening locks, making her eyes and hair sparkle as they melted. She glowed faintly under the winter night.
Bongju's lips only widened, his chest an explosion of warmth. "When did you ever worry about embarrassment?"
An easy shrug as an answer was all he expected, and all he got. Or so he thought. Dae took a drag from her cigarette without hurry, yet her cold-pinched, reddened cheeks seemed to brighten a hue, barely.
A dazzling sight. One that Bongju could still not get used to, let alone get enough of. And which, for some utterly foolish reason, brought a heat into his face as well.
"You're not the only one who never used them, though," he said, embracing the subtly nervous lilt of his voice. He inhaled his smoke, before putting the stub out on the snow with a soft sizzle. He pocketed the half-finished cigarette for later, as he continued. "Seo didn't ever, either. Though, I know Gyeong did when he first started courting Miseo, and I think Shen, too, found some unfortunate candidate."
Dae chuckled with him, a tinge of mourning colouring the darling sound.
"Right. Seo's been collecting them. Unlike you," she said, keeping his gaze. The jingles, and the people's joy filtered through the windows in a muted grace. A tenderness lingered in the air, Dae radiating it into the night as well. Her eyes glinted from all the lights around them, clearly speaking to him in a language of hers that he only learnt in the last decade. On the tongue of an unintrusive expectation. A gentle hope.
It made Bongju's soul quiver. After all these years, he still didn't deserve such a care. Not with such a past. But she didn't mind it. She surely didn't know half of it, and still she didn't ask about it. She didn't care. So, he came to terms with it. He needed to, when he could be looked at like that — as Liahn could at Yune —, from someone like Dae.
The touch of schoolboy heat in his cheeks spread, as he revealed his own branch, head lowered for a second in sheepish glee. Showing a true face of him that did not erase at fifty-four, either, but what could only come out around Dae in their youth, and gradually more around others as he aged. Contrary to popular belief within his clan, he felt embarrassment like any normal person, even when he used his gifted branches to stole kisses from every lover he'd have. It was a game back then, yet it was a desire, a wish in the moment.
Dae's smile widened subtly, lighting up like the winter stars around them.
"You were right again, after all," he offered in quiet, yet not at all unpleasant, defeat. He placed the branches carefully beside Dae on the wide stone railing. He channelled just a hint into his frozen hands, so when he stepped closer and placed them on her face, cradling like he'd do a gemstone, they were as warm as she'd make him feel, time after time. He stroked her cold cheek, basking in her overwhelming attention a second longer. Then, he leaned over and their comfortingly warm breath entangled when he whispered, "You've always been sweeter than love itself."
She scoffed into their kiss. A muffled, invigorating huff that he swallowed in a a slow indulgence. The sour lemon wine turned candid on her tongue, making Bongju smile. There was no rush in the waltz of their lips. His heart poured into her through every little, gentle movement. And hers did, too. Dae slid her hands under his coat, along his sides, and pulled him into an easy embrace against herself. She held him, as if there wasn't a worry in the world. As if he'd been made for her arms.
And Bongju knew, without a shred of doubt, that he indeed had been.
i love living in a house with other people because when i am being yelled at from across the room i can hide my tears in Lamplight AU by skelew on Archive of Our Own Last Updated on the 26th of April 2024
Wanting to write but wanting to read but also wanting to catch up on that show I was watching and i have practice and I also have some homework and a test next week but Idk maybe I'll just sit in bed and think about what I have to do until I'm so stressed out that I sleep.
Thinking about the theory that RSD is actually just another way to say Complex Trauma From Repeated Social Rejection.
I can't say for sure that they are identical because I don't think anyone has actually done the science you'd need to differentiate between them, but if it does turn out to be true I think I know one reason why the term RSD has become very popular in ADHD circles when the concept of trauma was already around.
I think a lot of people are very resistant to the idea they might have trauma, and a newfangled jargony clinical label like RSD may feel safer to embrace once you've already accepted that you Have A Disorder - it's a term with a basically similar emotional ~vibe to ADHD and takes less extra mental and emotional work to integrate into your self-image.
Ironically, one thing that probably contributes to this is... RSD, because our cultural ~vibe consensus~ is, like, Not Fantastic about trauma and your brain kinda tries out the concept and goes: I have this -> I tell people I have this -> people are dismissive/show contempt -> fight or flight response!!!! -> nope nevermind this is probably not a thing haha
