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Sources: SigningSavvy, Lifeprint, ASLDeafined
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The sign for Potato in American Sign Language. Bent V handshape taps twice on the back of base hand, which is in the S handshape, palm down. Movement is illustrated by arms that are translucent blue, purple, and pink. Background is transparent.
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I only did this because of what Michael did in the Great British baking show or whatever it's called. Peeling an onion with a potato peeler like bruh.
I drew this at midnight, me and my sister kept screwing around and not going to sleep so ignore the badly drawness.
I invented this recipe from my imagination, I think the bologna had a rare flavor and now I'm full of food LOL <(￣︶￣)> #recipe #potato #onion #bologna #egg #cheese #hotsauce #carrot #pan #breakfast #chocolate #milk #cooking #morning #turnip (at Guayaquil, Ecuador) https://www.instagram.com/p/CErZO_4D60F/?igshid=17l7gs2z1ye4a
Roasted Potatoes with Thyme and Olive Oil
Roasted potatoes with thyme and olive oil are a simple and tasty side dish that goes well with almost any main course.
Fast Food
Bacon and Egg Potato Salad with Pork Chops Recipe
This hearty and filling dish combines bacon, eggs, and potatoes with tender pork chops. The potato salad is creamy and tangy, with a pop of flavor from fresh herbs. Ideal for a romantic night in or a summer barbecue.
Side Dish - Cheesy Mashed Potatoes with Cubed Ham There is a lot of Cheddar cheese and ham in this buttery potato dish.
Custard and Cream Pies - White Potato Pie
WLC 2.E: Only Human
"Never met a human before," says Ling, "Did ya come down here yourself?"
Melandria nods, still eating.
"Why'd ya do it? How'd ya do it?"
Melandria finishes the potato. "I needed to get away," she says, opening her arms wide, "As you can see, I'm a freak."
"I don't see it," says Ling, "I just see a woman tired of being treated like s***e. Not particularly uncommon."
"Darkness flows through me," says Melandria as the distant shadows over the room flare up, "I belong to the depths, unfettered by the physical world."
L: Or would that flare down?
J: Don't overthink it, Mum.
"Don't cut yourself on that edge, mate," says Ling, walking about to inspect the throne, "'Sides, ya're a queen; ya've got people that like ya."
"Three people," says Melandria, somberly, then her voice picks back up, "Maybe four?"
"Three?" Ling turns suddenly. "How are you a queen with only three subjects?"
"I'm not," says Melandria, "The Shadow Queen is just a cool title. I control literal darkness; I am the queen of shadows. No one lives in this underground sandpit."
Ling throws her arms into the air. "Brilliant," she says, "B****y brilliant." She begins walking toward the door.
"Wait," says Melandria, "I still want to know about this business idea you had."
Ling turns back to the not-actually-a-queen. "I'm researching how to grow food in the Underdank, but-"
Melandria's red eyes light up. "Then I would love to help!" She sways to the side and mutters to herself, "A chance to prove I'm not a monster."
"Ya're not a monster," says Ling, "Your body doesn't define ya."
"You don't know what they called me on the surface."
"And ya don't know what they called me at school."
D: What did they call you at school?
L: Ya don't need to know that.
"Still," says Melandria, racing over to Ling, "I won't take 'no' for an answer." She puffs out her chest. "My appearance is how I'm judged down here too; I had to work myself back up to monster. The orcs, the Vrow, I'm an object to them."
Ling nods. "I may not look it," she says, licking her eyes, "But I have a similar rep. 'DuMb LiZaRd BrAiN.'"
"Was that your school name?" Melandria opens the door into the foyer and leads out.
"I worked myself up to the bad one," smugly says Ling, following, "How'd ya think I got in here? Speaking of: ya've got two tallgoblins working for ya, so who's the third?"
"An extremely encouraging young woman," says Melandria with a smile, "Named Kirono."
WLC 2.D: The Shadow Queen
A few hours after having entered the tower, Ling realizes that her split party never established an exit strategy, nor a means of communication. For a wizard, this is an embarrassing oversight.
Getting her things together, Ling attempts to sneak through the dark halls, but is quickly grabbed by a shadow and dragged into a new location.
Ling now stands in a decently decorated throne room. Crystal sconces and chandelier shine faint light. A lovely carpet stretches from the large door behind her to the cushioned throne ahead. Barely visible to Ling, sits the Shadow Queen; an usually pale busty elf-like being in a black slit dress with opera gloves. Her long curly hair is intricately woven.
"G'day," says Ling, "Mind giving a light?"
"Why are you in my house?" ask the Shadow Queen as the darkness in the room thickens, "Explain yourself."
"Ya got it," says Ling, leaning her body slightly, "I'm a scholar and I came to propose a business venture to ya."
"And you came alone?"
"...No," says Ling, "Had a friend, a priestess of Vanessa."
"Just one?" The Shadow Queen rocks back and forth, "Don't lie to me."
"I'm not lying."
Claws take form amongst the darkness and lunge at Ling. She skitters away. She rolls and hops about away from the constant barrage. Ling pulls rock from her bag and charms it to shine brightly. The shadows recede and the Shadow Queen growls.
J: We know her name's Melandria; stop calling her the Shadow Queen.
"You think that parlor trick will save you," she yells as the shadow limbs long steel polearms and bows and arrows. The solid weapons are unimpeded by Ling's light and force her to continue dodging.
As she dodges, Ling gets a better look at the elf-esque being. Her ears are small and round. If her hair wasn't black, Ling would assume she was albino.
"Who does your hair?" asks Ling, skittering up the wall desperately avoiding arrows... or at least, looking desperate. "Is it dyed?"
L: Obviously, I cast a wind shield as soon as I had seen the bows.
"What? Yes, but- No one, I d-" Melandria stops herself, "Stop talking to me, you, weird lizard."
"Gecko, actually," says Ling jumping into Melandria's face, "So what are you?"
The woman on the throne pauses, as do her weapons. The gecko's eyes are fixated on something just under her eyes. "What are you doing?"
"Got to be blunt, mate," Ling shakes her head, "You look sick."
"It's a skin condition," says Melandria, "I'm al-"
"Albino, I figured," says Ling, "But that's not it. Ya're malnourished, starving even." She grabs Melandria's hand. "What have ya been eating?"
Melandria pulls her hand away and conjures a piece of bread. "I have plenty of food. I'm strong enough to feed myself."
Ling pulls a potato out from her pouch. "Eat this."
Melandria balks at the tuber.
"I'm a doctor," says Ling before Melandria can speak, "If ya've only been eating mana manna, ya're going to rot away inside out."
Melandria warms the potato and rips it open. With a conjured fork, she begins eating.
"First saw this back at wiz school during the Great War," says Ling, "Spellies eating their own mana's no healthier than eating their own skin. And that's true even for one's that know healthy eating." Ling watches Melandria shovel food into her mouth. "Which most don't."
"Name's Melandria and I'm human," she says in between bites of food, "Since you asked."
"From the surface, eh?" Ling smiles. "My mum's from there."
Frittata Omelette with Spinach and Potato Recipe
Grated Parmesan Cheese, Salt, Potato, Milk, Eggs, Olive Oil, Black Pepper, Onion, Spinach Leaves. This spinach and potato frittata omelette is a delicious and healthy breakfast or brunch option. It's high in protein and vegetables, making it an excellent way to start the day. It's also simple to prepare and can be customized with your favorite ingredients.
