Sep 23, 2025
To a year sweet as this honey. Shana Tova!
All the usual accoutrements: challah made from scratch, pomegranate, apples with honey, and longan as exotic fruit.
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To a year sweet as this honey. Shana Tova!
All the usual accoutrements: challah made from scratch, pomegranate, apples with honey, and longan as exotic fruit.
KRAUTKOPF – Nudelteig
BOOGIE WONDERLAND
competing against Farina @making-dough in the White Heron Cup
Dancing, as far as Claude is concerned, is moving your arms and legs to pretty music and making sure you look good doing it. So a little improv ought to be not just required but expected, right?
In his heart of hearts, he knows that’s not what he’s being judged on. They want his ability to follow a predetermined set of rules–any creativity at all could only toe the line at best. But how could anyone make new strides of dancing if they are forced to conform to old societal norms?
The dancing common in Leicester’s high society have some redeeming qualities, but when Claude starts dancing, he pulls from another source entirely. Maybe, if he can figure out a way to blend Fódlan and Almyra’s dancing, he could get a breakthrough
Style: 9
Choreography: 4
Technique: 1
Well... the low scores in Choreography and Technique burn in his heart, but the Style gives him some hope. It’s not great... but it’s not terrible either, right?
⏀ describe their usual smile
“And that’s when I told him that I...”
The classmate paused, worrying his bottom lip.
‘Strange,’ his eyes seemed to say as they peered nervously into hers. Despite the politeness in Petra’s expression -- years of Adrestian training bearing fruit in the correctness of her smile -- he could not shake the feeling of a quiet intensity sensed lingering beneath her watchful gaze.
Though he could not exactly name it, the classmate got the sense that Petra was like a huntress -- always the predator and never the prey. What secrets did she hide behind her lovely smile? Was she in reality simply toying with him like one would with their food right before the strike?
Petra tilted her head, her expression ever refined but now turned innocently curious as she waited for him to continue.
‘But that’s ridiculous,’ he willed himself to believe with a sheepish grin, dismissing the better part of intuition. ‘I am surely just imagining things. Petra would not so much as hurt a fly without reason.’
...Would she?’
[Jump scare] Trolling, was she? She'll show them a troll. Farina dangled herself under a nearby bridge, waiting for the first passer-by to jump out and scare. And not too soon later, she could feel it. The tiniest pressure of a footstep above. Moving quickly, she pounced out up the sides of the bridges and greeted the passer-by with an almighty roar.
For how short her stay at the monastery had been so far, they were acclimating to Bernadetta’s screaming rather quickly. People barely even flinched anymore when they heard the Varley heir screaming about something or other, and it had been a good while since anyone had barged in to see what was wrong following one of her screeches.
That made it all the more tragic when Bernadetta finally was in actual danger and no one reacted to the sound of her screaming.
She didn’t even register what it was that had suddenly jumped in front of. All she knew was that she had been innocently crossing this bridge and suddenly there was something in front of her yelling and Bernadetta shrieked back in response.
The familiar sensation of something flaring up ran through her blood. The thrills of her crest activating made her squeeze her eyes shut as she whipped her arm forward - looks like she wouldn’t be enjoying the honey treat Lorenz had given her after all. “Get away!” She shrieked, launching the snack at the offender’s head.
Without even stopping to see if she hit them or not, Bernadetta immediately turned and took off sprinting in the direction she’d come from. Not today, beast!
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I UPDATED I AM NOT GARBAGE
My cat is making dough on my stomach and it’s slowly making me feel sick. But i love hims so he gets to do it