#nenani

[niche-interest]

All the human children in @diddlesanddoodles story: Dumpling!

They bring much joy (and chaos)

[diddlesanddoodles]

Nenani, why would you need money? You have no bills.

[tea-potato-gt]

Hello there…

I was rereading @diddlesanddoodles story “Dumpling” and I was struck by the meme muse once again! 😆

I have a made other Dumpling memes that can be found here / here and part 4 is coming soon!

Also these are based on ny interpretation of the characters and I could be off in some of my assessments lol so lmk if I miss characterized anyone 😅

Also feel free to download this and post it anywhere lol ❤️

-Tea

[podado-t-memes]

Dumpling Animatic Ideas:

This is about @diddlesanddoodles story “Dumpling”

I wrote these in November of 2020. They’ve been in my folder untouched for a long time. So I figured I should just post it. If anyone wants to turn these into Animatics, Please do! Just @ me so I can watch!

Feel free to change any people’s lines to better fit their characters. Some I just put in these spots because they needed to be filled. 

Based on Family Guy, How Farris will react to Nenani getting her first suiter: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ODfCVxVLqiE 

Farris: I just wanna talk to him.

Nenani: W-wait why do you have a shotgun?

Farris: I just wanna talk to him.

Nenani: Dad! This is ridiculous!

Farris: I just wanna talk to him.

Nenani: Put that gun away!

Farris: I just wanna talk to him.

Nenani: What are you?- what are you doing?

Farris: I just wanna talk to him.

Nenani: It is not his fault! It was an accident!

Farris: I just wanna shoot him. I just wanna talk to him.

Nenani: YOU CAN’T SHOOT HIM!

[Door opens, Farris aims gun at boy]

Boy: Wait! What are you doing?!

Based on Parks and Rec scene at Leslie’s engagement party. This would be at Nenani and Jae’s engagement party (IF they were to become engages, big IF. She’s 11! And he’s 16.) 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ck_cW3XDFEY

Yale: [My romantic life has been a bit of a mixed bag lately. And when that's the case, it's hard not to be cynical about love and relationships, but it's couples like you that give hope to the rest of us.] Nenani, you deserve the best, and you found it. Jae, don't you dare hurt her.

[Laughter]

Jae: I won't.

Kol: Don't laugh. She (he) means it.

Jae: Okay, I-I won't.

Farris: Seriously, son, don't hurt her.

Jae: Okay, I'm not planning on hurting her.

Bart, Gjerk and Herit: You better not be.

Jae - I'm not!

Quin and Saen: Hey, Jae, you best watch yourself.

Jae: Why would any of you think I would hurt Leslie (Nenani)? You're all my friends too.

Avery: (shrugs) Nah.

Based on Parks and Rec “who broke it scene.” This will take place during chapter 12. When Nenani comes into the kitchen (high as a kite) on loopy juice. The ‘broken’ thing they will be referring to is Nenani hopping up and down on the table. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TUTAL9LDHRc

Farris: So. Who broke it? I’m not mad. I just wanna know.

Yale: I did. I broke it.

Farris: No. No, you didn’t. Avery?

Avery: Don’t look at me. Look at Kol!

Kol: What?! I didn’t break it.

Avery: Huh. That’s weird. How'd you even know it was broken?

Kol: Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken!

Avery: Suspicious.

Kol: No, it’s not!

Saen: If it matters, probably not… Quinn was the last one to use it.

Quinn: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!

Saen: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart (Nenani) earlier?

Quinn: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles! Everyone knows that, Saen!

Yale: All right, let’s not fight. I broke it, let me pay for it, Farris.

Farris: No. Who broke it?

Avery: Farris, (Bart’s/ Gjerk and Herit) been awfully quiet…

______: Really?! Oh my god!

Avery: Yeah, really!

[Incoherent Arguing and fighting ensue] - [terrified in the walls] Jae: I broke it.

[tidewing22]

Aaaand the picture angry Bay was used for~

Again, starring Nenani from @diddlesanddoodles awesome story! Perhaps he’s fighting off a wyvern? Or another dragon? Stay tuned, because I have three more pages planned for this!

Doodles is, to my knowledge at least, still taking commissions and donations to cover some medical bills. Help a pal out and pay her a visit!

[diddlesanddoodles]

Maevis, they're kids. They're allergic to school.

[diddlesanddoodles]

Been itching to draw something and I had purchased some really cool nouveau clip art of all these winding flowers. So, I stuck Nenani in the middle looking all serious and angsty.

Art Nouveau clip art by Galici on FreePik.

[diddlesanddoodles]

"The Uphill River"

A small little blurb from chapter ten of the rewrite. Yes I am still writing it.

The next task she was put to was pulling stems of apples for Quinn and Kol as they worked on the list of the Queen’s pastries. Yale assisted in gathering whatever ingredients needed for their work, dashing to and from cold storage to fetch various dried and fresh fruits and herbs. And a crock of butter almost as tall as Nenani. She walked around it, eyes wide in wonder, battling the very real urge to stick her finger into it. Without even looking away from the list in his hands, Yale reached over to lay his fingers on her shoulders and gently turned her away from the butter. He pointed to a spot closer to him in a wordless command and another bowl of apples needing their stems plucked for the Ibronian pastries they were making.   

Nenani knew a little of Ibronian cooking, only due to having lived in fair proximity to the Ibronain sailors and dock workers littering the port. They liked their wine sweet and liberally applied anywhere there was room. The apples Nenani prepared were lightly crushed, only to break them open, and put aside to macerate in wine as the dough came together.   

“Are ye sure it doesn’t say anything about butter in this recipe? Even at the end?” Kol asked as he pressed the shaggy dough into a pile and drive the ball of his fist into the center.

“I’m sure,” Quin replied, reading over the recipe one more time. “No butter. The next recipe looks like it uses a good bit, but not for this one.”

“Don’t seem right not to have butter in the dough. It’ll be flavorless.”

Quinn flicked Kol’s ear as he passed him with the bowl of apples and wine. “If you add butter and we get torn into because ye broke some sacred Ibrinaian pastry law, I’m shaving yer head after we’re released from the stockades.”  

“Fine, I won’t add any butter,” Kol replied with a petulant frown. “Just don’t see how it’ll taste very good. Would make a nicer crumb.”

They stopped their work briefly to eat a small meal. Bowls from one the large cauldrons that Yale called “the perpetual brew” were doled out to everyone. It was a dark colored stew not unlike forever pottage, but instead of a thick soup of grains and barely, there were root vegetables, various bits of meat, and several types of beans.

As Nenani ate her portion, she fished something odd from the bottom of her bowl. It was as long as her finger and looked very much like a stick. She tried to bite into it and grimaced. It was a stick. When she showed Yale, he and the bakers all burst into laughter.

“Must be a bit of sweet pine,” Quinn said.   

“I forget sometimes Humans don’t really eat trees, eh? Supposed yer teeth are too soft for it,” said Yale.

“What? You eat trees?” Nenani asked.

“Sometimes,” Yale explained. “It’s more common to eat them in winter when stores run low. Ye cut down a few in spring when they’re sweetest and store them in the cellar for winter. Grind it up for bread. It’s not as nice as wheat, but it’s food. Mostly folks pop a few branches into soup for the flavor. Like ye were saying about the bay laurel.”

“And if ye can’t afford sugar or honey, lots of folks use a spoon carved from sweet pine and use it to stir tea and it’ll sweeten it a bit,” Kol added in. “Not as much as sugar or honey, but it works well enough.”    

Nenani observed the stick held between her fingers with equal measures of curiosity and revulsion. It had softened somewhat from its time spent boiling in the stew. But it was still unmistakenly a stick. She could not decide if they were trying to trick her or not. Looking between the three of them, they seemed sincere enough. She put it back into her mouth and chewed on it. The fibers broke apart and she could taste a faint sweetness. “It’s a little sweet.”

“Told ye,” said Yale.

She removed it from her mouth. “But it’s still a stick.”

“Ah, yer teeth are just too soft to fully appreciate sweet pine,” Yale replied. He fished a piece of sweet pine from his own bowl and ate it, chewing happily as Nenani made a face at him.   

  Quinn laughed and added, “Don’t tell her about pinecone jam.”