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[alastor-simp]

“𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊?” - 𝒟𝑜𝓇𝓂 𝐿𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓏𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒻/𝒷𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓇 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇👩🏻‍🍳 𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉 1/2

✮⋆˙ Summary: Despite being a magicless student in NRC, you are extremely talented in the kitchen. Hanging out with your boyfriend, you hear his stomach grumble, allowing the first thought to come to your mind, “Want me to make something for you?”

✮⋆˙ Pairings: Riddle Roseheart x Reader, Leona Kingscholar x Reader, and Azul Ashengrotto x Reader

✮⋆˙ Genre: Fluff and Romance

✮⋆˙ Tags: Chef Reader, Cooking, Love Language, Cooking for Others, Acts of Service, Love Language: Acts of Service, Dorm Leaders x Reader, Female Chef Reader, Twisted Wonderland, Headcannons

✮⋆˙ Credit: Divider by @strangergraphics-archive

✮⋆˙ Looking For Part 2 -> X

Riddle Rosehearts🌹

🌹Riddle couldn't process what you said. You wanted to make something for him? He was pleased, but then the guilt came, He didn't want to trouble you with something like that. "Y/N!, y-you don't need to do that. I can always grab something from the cafeteria." Shaking your head, you grabbed his hand, pulling him along with you. "Nope~ I'm making you something. Now come on, show me where the kitchen is here in Heartslabyul."He went red, from shyness, not anger, as he gave in to you, telling you exactly where the dorm kitchen was, while giving your hand a soft squeeze.

🌹Having entered the kitchen, you realized it was empty, perfect, as both you and Riddle can be alone together. Pointing to the stool, you told Riddle to take a seat, as you went to get ready. Grabbing the apron and chef hat, you gave a huff of approval as you neared the sink, washing your hands. "So, have you thought of what you wanted?" Smiling up at Riddle, you awaited his answer, as he sat in a daze, until he realized you were talking to him.

🌹"Well I..." He placed his hand on his chin, giving it a thought. Leaning closer on the kitchen island, your hands held your face up, eyes sparkling, making him blush. "What are you craving? Pizza, soup, pasta, salad, cake, cookies? I can make anything you want. Ask away!" His mind was racing, unable to think of anything with you looking at him like that. His mind went to strawberry tarts, but he didn't want you to make something that required a long time to prepare, plus he wanted to eat something that gave him his nutritional needs. "Sandwich?" Riddle asked, wearing a soft smile.

🌹Without a word, you nodded your head and got to work, grabbing the essential ingredients, but adding a twist as you grabbed milk bread in the pantry, strawberries, sugar and whipping cream. Riddle watched you prep up, admiring how at ease you looked, remembering how nervous he was in the Culinary Crucible, when he was attempting to make cabbage rolls. Cooking wasn't at all like alchemy, as he originally thought, seeing how certain measurements and tools to prep were different despite them being almost similar. There was a part of him that wanted to improve his skills in the kitchen, maybe you could teach him?

🌹Riddle thoughts were interrupted as a plate was pushed in front of him. "Here you go, enjoy!" You said, with a smile, waiting for Riddle to try it. Looking at the sandwich, Riddle noticed that it wasn't a regular sandwich, seeing strawberries inside the bread, instead of meat and vegetables. "What is this?" He questioned, not knowing what it was you had prepared. "Oh, you never had a strawberry sando before? It's a fruit sandwich, so the bread is milk bread, adding a soft texture, and there is whipped cream inside along with strawberries. They are very popular in my world, plus I know how much you like strawberries, so I figured this was perfect to make for you."

🌹His mouth was shaped like a "O" as he continued to stare at you and the sandwich. Even when asked to make a sandwich, you made it in a way that suited his taste preferences? His heart couldn't stop thumping like crazy. Gauging Riddle's reaction, you worried, thinking he was upset, "Oh, do you not like it? I can't make another san-" Your words were cut off by him, "NO...no...the sandwich is perfect. Thank you, Y/N." Riddle picked it up, as he whispered "Itadakimasu" and bit into the sandwich. The delicious taste of whipped cream and the sweetness of the strawberries made Riddle hum in delight, eyes shining brightly from how amazing it was.

🌹"Hehe, judging by your reaction, I'm guessing you like it." Riddle nodded, as he continued to eat the sandwich, giving out a satisfied hum as he finished, using a napkin to clean his face. "Thank you again, my rose." His pure smile was making your heart melt, this boy was way too adorable. Walking over to him, you patted his head, making him stiffen at first, until he finally relaxed. "You're welcome Riddle. Whenever you are craving something or hungry, just ask me, okay?" Riddle leaned into the sensation, until you pulled away, making him a bit sad, but he smiled up at you. "Alright. Just make sure whatever you make me doesn't violate the 810 rules, understand?"

🌹Raising your eyebrow, you smirked at him, "Oh? And if it does, you going to throw what I made you away? How cruel" Stuttering, Riddle shook his head, recalling how he reacted with the Mont Blanc tart incident "N-no I wou-." He got cut off when you kissed his cheek, "Joking~" Calming down, Riddle looked down shyly, mumbling that he will eat whatever you make him, causing you to laugh as you kissed him again, making him flush with a mini smile on his face.

🌹What You Made For Riddle + Recipe🌹

Recipe- Strawberry Sando

Leona Kingscholar🦁

🦁Leona was napping in his room, while you were laying on the bed with him, well with him on top of you, as he nuzzled his head into your stomach, soft snores escaping him. You then hear a loud sound coming from him, recognizing that was a stomach grumble. "Hey Leona, want me to make you something to eat?" You whispered, not too soft though as you wanted him to hear you. Leona motioned his head up, one of his eyes opened, having woken up when you said that to him. "What?" He questioned you, thinking he was still dreaming. Looking down at him, you smiled, "Do you want me to make you something? I heard your stomach." You repeated what you said, making Leona smirk as he closed his eyes again, ready to go back to sleep. "I don't need herbivore food. Ruggie can bring me something anyway"

🦁He got a flick to the forehead, opening his eyes at you with a glare. "I'm not gonna make you a salad, Leona. I know you don't like vegetables. You're not gonna allow your girlfriend to cook for you?" You teased him, as you watched his ears twitch, tail moving when you said that, but he just turned, moving his body off of you, laying on the bed this time, mumbling a whatever as he went back to sleep. Smirking, you bent down to kiss his cheek, as you got up from the bed, heading out to shop for the ingredients. "Oy." You stopped, hearing Leona speak, turning to see a wallet being thrown towards you, as you caught it, looking at him confused. "Use that to buy what you need." He said, as he remained laying down on the bed. Smiling, you put the wallet in your pocket, as you headed out, closing the door behind you softly.

🦁Getting what you needed from the market a few minutes from NRC, you placed the bags on the kitchen counter, letting out a huff. Ruggie was kind enough to leave you alone in the kitchen, but not before telling you to promise him to save him some leftovers with whatever you made. Looking around, you found an apron and chef hat, putting them on as you started to wash your hands. Going to the bags, you pulled out the ground beef, onions, breadcrumbs, Worcestershire sauce, ketchup and potatoes. You chopped and sauteed the onions and then add them to the ground beef, mixing in other ingredients, then forming the meat into patty's. Getting the frying pan, you cooked the meat, covering it, as you began to work on the potatoes, peeling them.

🦁A pair of arms wrapped around your stomach, making you jump, as you felt a head land on your shoulder, nuzzling into your neck. Humming, you leaned your head against him, as you continued to peel the potatoes. "Hi." He said against your shoulder, making you respond back with a "Hi" as well. He continued to hold you, feeling his tail curl against your leg, make you giggle. "Leona, as much as I love you, I can't cook like this." With a grumble, he pulled away, motioning his body to sit against the chair, near the kitchen table, propping his head up with his hand, as he continued to watch you, emerald eyes gazing at you intensely.

🦁Once the meat was done, you prepared the sauce for them, while you finished boiling the potatoes, pureeing them to mash as you set them aside. Once everything was all set, you plated it well, turning around to Leona, who was surprisingly awake. Setting the plate down, you gave Leona a soft smile, "Its hamburg steak with mashed potatoes! I hope you like it." Leona look disinterested in it, but his tail and ears gave him away as they continued to move. Grabbing the fork, he took a piece of the meat off and raised it to his lips, taking a bite. You watched him intently, gauging his reaction. He remained the same, not even a crack of a smile, but he continued to eat, finishing the whole plate as well as the mashed potatoes, not expecting him to like them since they were part of the vegetables family. He licked his lips, before smirking at you, "Not bad, herbivore. I might hire you as my personal chef."

🦁Happy that he enjoyed it, you smiled, grabbing the plate as you began to wash up. "Glad you liked it. I was worried for a second since I'm not the best at making fancy dishes." Leona scrunched his eyebrows at that, "What you mean by fancy?" Moving your hands in the sink, you explained that he was a prince, especially growing up in a kingdom, he had a more variety to expensive delicious dishes, so you worried that what you made wouldn't fare well with what he's probably had before in his hometown.

🦁You felt your body being lifted up, turned around as he set you on the counter, using his body and arms to cage you, a predator corning his prey. He smirked down at you, as he leaned closer into your face, "Prince. Not a prince. It shouldn't matter. I'll eat whatever you make me, Herbivore, as long as you make it for me and me alone." Heart beating in your chest, your cheeks flushed as you gazed at Leona, as he leaned closer, enjoying your reaction. "Even a salad?" Teasing him back, you watch his expression drop, giving you a semi-glare. "Don't push it." Laughing, you grabbed his face, pulling him into a kiss, which he reciprocated back, pulling you closer.

🦁The two of you continued the kissing session, until you realized that you were still in the kitchen and that you needed to clean up. "Leona, hold on, we can't do this here." You said between kisses, out of breath from how passionate he was. Leona let out a deep chuckle, as he pulled away slightly, "Why not? It's my dorm anyway." Pushing him back, you got off the counter, trying to steady yourself. "I know that, but still. Besides, I have to clean up plus I promised Ruggie I leave him something." Leona let out a soft growl, as he grabbed your chin, lifting it up to look at him. "Bringing up another man's name in front of me huh? Didn't I say for me and me only?"

🦁Unamused, you removed his hand from your chin. "Hey! He was nice enough to let me use the kitchen and he made sure no one else came in, knowing that the other students in this dorm would have grabbed what I was cooking and run away with it. The hyena boy deserves it." You went back to cleaning, as Leona let out a hmph and sat back down on his chair. "When I'm done, we can continue in your room." Tiling your head back to look at him, you gave a sultry look, which he responded with a smirk of his own.

🦁Having finished, setting a covered plate inside for Ruggie. Your body was then lifted up, swung over Leona's shoulders like a sack of potatoes as he headed towards his room. Grabbing your phone, you sent Ruggie a text that there was a plate for him in the kitchen and also not to disturb Leona and you.

🦁What You Made For Leona + Recipe🦁

Recipe- Japanese Hamburg Steak

Azul Ashengrotto🐙

🐙 In his office, Azul was writing away at his desk, finalizing some paperwork, while you were sitting on the chair across his desk, finishing your school work. He knew he was busy, so he arranged it that after class, the both of you would stay in his office in Mostro Lounge, enjoying each others company. He said it was just him being benevolent, but you knew that was a lie, since he absolutely adore you. A stomach growl was heard a few feet away from you, prompting you to look up from your work. Azul was still writing away, but his cheeks were slightly pink, embarrassed that you heard that.

🐙"Hungry? Want me to make you something?" You asked with a smile, putting your school work to the side. Azul dropped his pen, looking at you with shock, before he regained his composure, pushing his glasses up. "Angelfish, there is no need for you to cook for me. Besides, I'm not that hu-" Another growl came from his stomach, making his face go red, hiding it with his hands in embarrassment. "Well your stomach is telling me directly that your lying." Giggling, you got up from the chair, heading towards the door. You looked back at him, "What would you like?" Azul remained in the same position, before removing his hands, looking at you with a soft expression. "Something healthy please. I'm on a strict diet." Your heart ached at that, remembering the glimpses of his past that you saw during his Overblot, how bad his insecurity was. Giving him a kind smile, you nodded, as you headed out.

🐙Heading into the kitchen in the lounge, you saw that both Jade and Floyd were in there, Jade polishing some dishes while Floyd was sitting on the ground, criss-crossed, bored out of his mind. "Hey Leech bros." You waved at them, making them turn to look at you. "Heyyyyy Shrimp-channnnn~" Floyd tackled you into a hug, making you laugh. "Greetings, Prefect. What brings you into the kitchen?" You made your way over to the hanging apron, with Floyd dragging behind you, still holding on to you. "Azul was hungry so I'm making him something to eat." Jade smiled at your reasoning, as he continued to polish the dishes. "Oy Shrimpy. You making something for Azul and not for me? Meanie" Floyd whined in your ear, as he continued to squeeze you, as you made your way over to the sink, washing your hands.

🐙 "If you let me borrow the kitchen and make something for Azul, I'll cook something for the both of you after, okay?" You said, turning your head to look at Floyd while looking back at Jade. Floyd smiled, exposing all his teeth as he squeezed you again, making you go a bit blue. "Floyd. The prefect can't cook if you suffocate them" Floyd whined, but let you go, allowing you to breathe. "Thanks Jade." You thanked him as he gave you a closed eyed smile. Getting the ingredients, you got rice, pickled radish, chicken tenders, seaweed wrap and seasonings. Cooking the rice, you coated the tenders in breadcrumbs, deciding it be better to pan-fry it. Once that was done, you cooled the rice down as you began to cut the radish into thin strips. Jade and Floyd continued to watch you, finding your cooking very entertaining to them, while also admiring your skills.

🐙Once that was all set, you layered the rice, chicken, and radish on the seaweed wrap and rolled it, as you then grabbed a knife and slice them, making gimpap rolls. "Perfect!" Excited, you began to clean up, making sure to wipe the counters, and clean the tools you used. "Sugoi~ They look yummy." You heard Floyd say, as he held the plate in his hand, widening his jaw. "AHH! NO!" Yelling out, you jumped up, grabbing the plate from him. "These are Azul's. You'll get your food later." Floyd pouted, making grabby hands at the food, earning a chuckle from Jade. "Floyd. I will add mushrooms to your dish if you don't behave." Threatening him with a glare, Floyd immediately dropped his hands, yet he still pouted as he sat down on the ground.

🐙Holding the plate, you walked past the both up them, reaching one hand down to rub Floyd's head, earning a chuckle from him, his mood improving. Knocking on Azul's door, you heard an enter, as you opened the door, holding the plate up with a smile. "Your food is ready~" Singing out, you made your way over to him, placing the plate down gently on his desk. Azul observed the dish, with precision, wondering exactly what you made him, "What have you made me, Angelfish?" Azul looked at you then back at the dish. "Oh its chicken gimbap. There are many ways to make it, but I decided to do it with chicken this time. I pan-fried it instead, so it's healthier and the inside has rice and pickled radish inside, and the wrapping is seaweed paper."

🐙Azul's looked at you like you were the most amazing treasure in the world. He knew you knew about his love for fried chicken, but he didn't indulge in it often, wanting to maintain his figure. Yet, here comes you, making him a simple dish that was both healthy and included his favorite food, he could almost cry. "Are you okay, Azul?" He shook out of his trance, your question bringing him back to reality. "Y-yes. I'm fine. Itadakimasu." His fork stabbed one of the rolls as he held it to his mouth, putting the whole thing his mouth with elegance. His eyes widen, the juiciness of the chicken and the tanginess of the radish was irresistible. He was grabbing another one, and another and another, having finished the dish quickly, letting out a satisfied sigh.

🐙"Subarashii." was the only word he let out, turning to you with a kind smile. "Your cooking is astounding. I would love to try other dishes from you in the future." Reaching his arm out, he pulled you so you were sitting on his lap, his head nuzzling against your shoulder. His sweet gesture made your heart skip a beat, as you nuzzled your head against him. "I could make some new dishes for your business too, if you want. I know how passionate you are about it." Azul chuckled, moving his head to place a soft kiss on your cheek, then turning back to nuzzle your shoulder.

🐙The both of you remained in the position for a while, till a loud knock was heard. "OYYYYY SHRIMPY~ ME AND JADE ARE HUNGRY." Realizing you forgot about the twins, you slowly got up Azul's lap, letting him know that you promised the twins. He was already missing your warmth, but he knew that Floyd was quite insufferable when he was hungry, so he allowed you to go. His eyes watched you as you left, as he tilted his head back with a sigh. This man was so in love with you.

🐙What You Made For Azul + Recipe🐙

Recipe- Chicken Gimbap

🍱🥘🍜To be Continued In Part 2🍜🥘🍱

[xiao-come-home]

Even MORE pre-release Boothill. Please bear with me im doing my best,, slightly sug/gestive in one paragraph 🤸‍♀️

I've read somewhere that Boothill short-circuits when he's embarrassed AND I STAND BY IT. 1000%. I am here to spread this like a disease. His system is definitely able to process his emotions, but when you do something that makes his heart skip a beat, he freezes in his spot, his cheeks gain the most beautiful scarlet color... And then you hear the worst combination of malfunctioning robotic noises, AND then sparks fly off of him. Might have to wait a few minutes until he comes back...

Boothill might look like he's calm outside, but he just FEELS the blue screen coming when things get too heated with no break whatsoever or too much fluids go past the protective metal plates. His body stops in place, is absolutely unresponsive, and his eyes flash blue.

Don't worry though, your Boothill has a restart button, right in the middle of his upper back, hidden by his half-vest (or.. whatever that is). He might overheat a little bit though, so be careful not to give yourself unnecessary burns.

In rare cases when his blue screens get REAL bad, you have to stick a USB drive he gave you in those special slots he has on the left side of his hips to bring him back.

Boothill most definitely does not sleep, but gets recharged by electricity or fuel instead. Perhaps that's the reason for the hole he has on his back? Either way, it gives you an opportunity to "plug him up", which he hates, despises even, to hear from you when he feels low on energy (he still wants a goodnight kiss btw).

Boothill swallows bullets. He also spits them out when needed.. usually, he's very careful not to spit them into your mouth when you kiss, but gravity betrays him on his worst days.

Boothill probably works like Siri or Alexa when battles leave him a bit too wounded. You might wonder about something, say it out loud, and then Boothill just can't stop reading the first thing that came up on Google.

"What's the best recipe for carrot cake?"

"2 cups (260g) all-purpose flour, 2 teaspoons baking soda, ½ teaspoon fine sea salt—" Boothill gasps and covers his mouth, "1 ½ teaspoons ground cinnamon, 1 ¼ cups (295ml) vegetable oil, 1 cup (200g) granulated sugar—"

He just can't stop.

[mysticdragon3md3]

[poliffwoog]

The guide fweheuhuieheueuhehehhehehiheh

[zoieru]

BAKING WITH ANAXA ~

A lot of baking is intuition - Anaxagoras doesn't think so A quickie based off of this idea of Evie's @unriding ~ it just came out, heh - mildly suggestive, you'll see hdjsjs

"six? you don't think it would be wiser to keep your playful suggestions out of the kitchen?"

Yeah...it was like that. How you'd ended up here, in one of the kitchens of the grove, with muffin ingredients littering the sideboards, and one overly enthusiastic anaxagoras, you didn't know.

Well, that was a lie.

You'd been the one to ask. There was a little celebration coming up, one commemorating the student's mid season examinations, so, of course, in your kind and considerate fashion, you wondered if you should do something. Each time you brought it up, asked for a suggestion, the scholar had sent you a rather flat look, lifting a visible eyebrow and tilting his head. "Why do you want to do something? Its a small event, for a rather small achievement." Continuing with the fact that while it was preferable they did well in their exams, they shouldn't be given leeway to take their feet out the stirrups of the dromas. He, in all his seriousness, was really quite dramatic.

So that's how you ended up here. At the mention of baking, he'd, surprisingly, perked up. You had, inadvertently, awoken the beast, by playfully suggesting baking was adjacent to alchemy. You weren't quite sure whether he was trying to prove you wrong, or right, by indulging you.

Either way, it was his increasingly irritating snark that was starting to prickle at your consciousness. You could deal with him, to a certain extent. You wouldn't be here otherwise. He'd told you himself it wasn't worth the effort, but he let you. He needed to, wanted to. But even you had your limits. And apparently it was muffins.

"Anaxagoras, we don't need more than six, surely? If you use too many it makes the batter break up." You could tell he had his rebuttal thought up by the time you opened your mouth. But he didn't like being interrupted, and extended the same courtesy to you. Not that, right now, you felt very grateful for it.

"Are we operating off of 'surely'?" He asked, turning to the counter and letting egg drip from the cracked shells as he knocked them rather gracefully against the side of the bowl. To an onlooker it would seem as though he knew what he was doing, his way around the kitchen. Funny. "Did you not say that baking is an adjacent to alchemy? Is alchemy based off of sure-"

"Okay. Okay, fine. I get it."

You'd interrupted him, which is how he could tell you weren't very happy. Plus, you usually didn't just 'give in'. It gave him pause for a moment, eye flicking to you past his fringe, a brief moment of something passing through it. Perhaps a tiny touch of guilt or resignation, before his attention returned to the bowl.

You sighed deeply, eyes fluttering closed in an attempt to compose yourself, putting the flour bag down on the counter with a soft thud. "We'll do it your way."

So you did. You fought yourself to keep your lips shut, all while your slightly more greased kitchen senses were singing loudly in your ears in the concentrated quiet. It was definitely way too many eggs, too little sugar...the batter was too thin... You forced yourself to look away and just do as he said, half amused and exasperated, and half just sick and tired of his self assuredness.

They'd gone in, the muffin tray nestled deeply in the warm oven, swirling envy in your chest at the fact they were tucked nice and safe away from this annoying irritating-

Bing~

He fished them out, hands enveloped in a tea towel as he let the tray rest on the counter...

You didn't manage to stifle your laugh.

Each one was ... wonky. That was the best way to describe it. One side having risen way more than the other, or one looking like something rather phallic had been dipped into the top of it. Parts were more wet and sticky, and they were a weird yellowy colour which did not look appetising.

Anaxa just...stared at them, his hand placing the towel slowly on the side.

"That's..." He pauses. Evidently rather speechless. It was a wonder you hadnt started giggling.

"They uh...look good," on the last word you couldn't hold in your snicker, which earned you a slightly exasperated glare, but he was mostly confused. His expression reminded you of a gently bewildered cat, his tail would be flicking behind him with confusion.

"I...something must have been wrong with the ingredients."

"Yes, the way you put them in."

"I meant themselves."

"Anaxagoras...look at them. No weird flour could do that," you pointed at the one that looked rather inappropriately handled, and lifted it, careful to hold it by the paper wrapping to spare your fingers.

You chuckled, biting your lip to stop going overboard, and tilted it towards him with a little grin.

His eye fell to the muffin in your hand, and recognition passed through the blue-pink before his lips twitched, prickling into a slightly reluctant smile.

"My recipe should have been perfect, not..." He said, gesturing vaguely to the muffin, before plucking it gently from your fingers and inspecting it as if the phallic indent would give him any insight into the machinations of muffin making.

"A lot of cooking and baking is intuition."

This earns you a tiny flicker of disapproval. "How can it be intuition, it's a recipe, a standardised order of events."

"It just is, look, your 'standardised order' gave us nothing but a bunch of wonky weird smelling muffins that look like someone has used them for something else."

He huffed a breath through his nose, and placed the muffin on the counter as if he was dismissing it, eye returning to you with a slight smirk. "It would be rather stupid to use a muffin, a-"

"stop! Oh my-" you stepped forward and placed a few fingers over his mouth, laughing softly and shaking your head. His eye widened for a second before softening at your laugh, his gloved fingers curling around your wrist and bringing your hand down, remaining around it as it fell to your sides.

"I suppose this is the part where we start again, do it your way, and it goes perfectly and I am left sleepless for weeks in an attempt to figure it out?" He said, rather dryly, as if that was the usual routine. It kind of was, as of late. After being with you, he'd been forced to realise certain things didn't go the way he expected like they did with his life's long craft.

You grinned a little cheekily, free hand coming up and booping his nose, bringing out that bewildered cat look again that you loved so much. "Yes. And you're going to enjoy it, it's supposed to be fun."

At that you broke away, before he could protest at the booping of his elegant nose, his fingers slipping off your wrist as he watched you unfurl the bag of flour again, more animatedly, happily, and turn for a spoon. As you turned away, a flicker of a smile tickled his lips. Maybe he didn't mind your way after all.

[starthecozy]

Eddie LOVES the untitled goose game and all its possibilities at being annoying as hell. He uses his evil little mind to calculate every step and shrieks in delight every time he successfully ruins a character's day.

[ominouspuff]

Victory (smile, we’re on TV)

REQUESTS / BLOG EVENT

Request from @gaeasun - Palette #2 - Dogma, Tup - Slice of Life

Winning the bake-off by a landslide is prime brotherly-bonding and a test of one’s prowess in chemical warfare of the best and tastiest kinds.

Thank you for requesting, @gaeasun , this one was a delight to draw!

[snowyshuanghua]

mdzs headcanon of the day #634 !

jiang yanli gave the nie household a pressure cooker as a gift one year and that thing is their most loved item (next to the air fryer and rice cooker)

[kuroyuki-kokuyoku]

Random TFC-Related Thought: Tolerance

Here we go again with yet another of my literal shower thoughts.

So I was reading through some Humans Are Space Orcs posts and fics and one of my favorite tropes is capsaicin is a painful/lethal poison to the rest of the universe, yet we, humans, are a race insane enough to eat it for fun.

Follow me down this rabbit hole as I present to you the tried and true trope of Koreans do be built differently when it comes to spice, especially when compared to the people of a medieval fantasy world.

My headcanon is that the spices used in Nameless are completely different than those on Earth. Different worlds + different ecosystems = different food norms. My idea is that many plant-based ingredients used in healing potions can also be used as spices in food. Those very same spices were discovered a long time ago to have a lesser healing effect when used in food. However, the reason spices aren't widely available and/or distributed because they need them to mass produce potions, which has a far better healing effect than a tastier version of a pasta dish.

To sum, spices in food is a great show of wealth because otherwise it would be a complete waste of money and a precious healing potion that could have been made out of them. TLDR: Cale's palate have been spoiled ever since his transmigration cuz Beacrox has access to every spice in the world and money's no object to the Henituse.

Back to the topic of capsaicin.

Alright, so the White Knockoff is dead, Cale's farm is going great. He's been trying his hand at growing the ingredients so he could recreate Korean cuisine, starting with kimchi. His personal recipe to be exact. Just once problem.

Where the fuck is he going to get some peppers for his kimchi?!

Is there no equivalent in this fantasy world? He found a cabbage equivalent. He found some scallions equivalent. He even found a daikon radish equivalent (turns out, they're fast-growing edible weeds in this world. Hello, nostalgic catharsis). But no sweet, sweet capsaicin? The man has been craving for his own personal recipe of hot as Whale Beastmen kimchi, for Lee Soo Hyuk's sake!

Then one day, he gets invited to eat at another noble's mansion for plot reasons. Cale decides to go along with it, again for plot reasons. Now this noble was never Cale's biggest fan also for plot reasons, and they had the most brilliant idea of nonlethally poisoning Cale and getting away with it.

Cale takes a bite of his spiked food. Then another. Then another. Then he asked for seconds. By that point, the soon-to-be-put-on-a-T-shirt noble realized that Cale wasn't in squirming agony. Didn't their servants follow his orders to add the "secret ingredient" to Cale Henituse's dish. Whatever, discretely tell the chef to double to dosage just in case. But that only got more compliments to their food. And to add insult to injury, Cale asked to speak to his chef. Why?

Turns out, capsaicin can only be found in the pulp of a rare species of berry. The berry exponentially produces more capsaicin the longer they are left to ripe. Since Ancient Times, the ripened berries were consistently used in torture. But nearly a thousand years ago, it almost went extinct because it was primarily cultivated in the Dragon Slayer Village, and when the people died out, they took their secrets with them until some lucky botanist rediscovered them.

Once Cale knows about this, he made a beeline to Beacrox and shook him down for his stash of those berries.

Slightly sad but mostly funny headcanon here...

The reason why Cale likes his food hot enough to give Cheapskate's FoD a run for his gold is because of the White Rabies Symptoms' curse.

As a result, everything he eats back when he was KRS tastes a little duller so he has a habit of cranking up the spices and seasonings when he cooks. But he also learned through trial and error to make his cooking more palatable for "normal people".

The first time everyone tried his cooking made to his specific tastes and not dialed down for everyone else, the only other person who could eat it was Choi Han.

Later, an incident where they caught a would-be assassin and Beacrox asked Cale to get in the kitchen. No berries yet. They'll start adding that in the prisoner's meals if the assassin refuses to crack.

Cale didn't know how to feel about his cooking being used as an instrument of torture.

Bonus:

Zed: Ah, yes. You inherited Jour's disturbingly eccentric palate. She used to carry a whole jar of pickled berries and add them to all her meals. Her go-to excuse for having them was that they were her "medication" because if other nobles can afford to add healing herbs to their meals so why couldn't she add her personal "medicinal additives" to her meals? Deruth: (*sigh*) Unfortunately, growing the berries is illegal in Roan. Having them, on the other hand, isn't. I never did find out how Jour got her hands on them, but she'd always had a fresh jar every month until her dying day. Alberu: Oh no. Choi Han: OH YES!!! Do it, Cale-nim! FOR DAH KIMCHI!!! Violan: I'll get a greenhouse prepared. Cale: Oh, hyung-nim. Shining sun of our glorious empire. Won't you please find it in your generous heart of gold to grant this lowly citizen of your an exemption- Sui Khan: Hey, Cale. There's no such law in the Endable Kingdom. I can hook you up in exchange for some of that legendary kimchi of yours.

[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

If they lived to drinking age, each Animorph's alcoholic beverage of choice?

Jake: virgin Irish coffee. Yes, he knows that that's just coffee with whipped cream on top. He's tired, okay? He came out to have a good time and he's honestly feeling so attacked right now.

Rachel: cosmopolitan. For when you're feeling girly, but also like you want to get crunked up.

Marco: the house special, whatever that might be. He enjoys sidling up to the bartender and going "surprise me."

Tobias: beer. Much like Marco, he ends up with a different drink depending on the bar, but in his case it's a matter of pointing to a tap at random.

Ax: a New Jersey Turnpike. Also known as the drink you make by taking the mat that sits on the bar and draining its contents into a glass. The name reflects that it tastes kind of like Long Island Iced Tea, if you hold your nose and if it's your fifth drink of the night.

Cassie: bourbon, neat. It was developed by American women, and it's been the subject of several workers' uprisings over the centuries.

[cookie-lore-keeper]

Gonna do a thing where I show a cookie's ingredients and also an explanation on how they reproduce is in here

The witches have entrusted me with information on cookies, each cookie's ingredients, whether they're made by the witches or not, etc, etc. Boring stuff you probably don't care about. Let's just say I have too much time and too many old books in my archives (no relation to the City of Wizards. Mine are WITCHES archives).

But, I have the recipe for each Cookie on Earthbread, which shows how some of these cookies are made. Here's an example with Clover Cookie's ingredients!

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We don't include the ingredients such as personality traits, talent, etc, since those are always fluctuating, and those are ingredients gathered through life. So, while Strawberry Crepe Cookie is right when they mention Clotted Cream Cookie's 2% connivingness, we tend not to include such things.

Strawberry jam, life powder, and flour are always present. Sometimes, we can use sugar substitutes, but not often.

Anyways, explaining how ingredients work.

Cookies made by other cookies and not by the witches have a unique way of producing other cookies. Cookies who want to have a child will use parts of their own dough (little parts so that it heals. Don't crumble your arm off!). Since this dough already contains life powder, strawberry jam and all the other vital things, the cookies don't need to go and seek it out (like many humans believe). Cookies will use various means to get the dough soggy again and good for baking. They will then search for other ingredients to add to the dough.

It's important to note that the offspring will always have some of the parents' ingredients. While many assume Tiger Lily Cookie has no juice in her dough, her dough actually contains both juice and berries! Her Resonate Ingredient, a Tiger Lily, is just more prominent.

A Resonate Ingredient can be both added or might even just be there before extra ingredients are added. Dark Cacao Cookie, as an example. His resonate Ingredient is a Dark Cacao Bean, but his son, Dark Choco Cookie's, resonate Ingredient is a Dark Cocoa Bean, because the process of baking him roasted and processed the bean(s) in his dough. Even though Dark Cacao Cookie most likely bred asexually and didn't tamper with the dough much, the Resonate ingredient was still different (even if still a bit similar).

Parents can shape the flavor and scent of their young by their ingredients. A child won't always have the same flavor or scent as it's parents.

Once complete, the dough is put into a special oven built for them (usually found in hospitals and such), where the fresh dough can safely be baked. The process allows all the mixed material to form, including the life powder, which gives the baby Cookie life. Then, out comes a baby dough.

Even out of the oven, the dough is still a bit soft. Don't worry though. It'll harden with time. It's important for freshly baked dough to get a lot of sunlight so their dough remains crunchy and healthy.

Cookies can breed asexually and even have more than 2 parents because of this procedure. If two or more cookies want to have a child together, they each take parts of their dough off and mix it together.

This was all used just so I could show Clover Cookie's ingredients, but I got too excited to explain Cookie Reproduction... But, if you want to see more pages from my ingredients book, just ask me!

[voltaridylla]

Nichole Daniels headcanons because I said so:

I did Jimmy’s first because he’s my favourite boy so now I wanna do my favourite girl and work my way up from there.

-I like to headcanon her mom is from Martinique - her mom speaks French and she took the language in highschool. She’s top of the class and can speak it fluently by the time she’s 15!!

-ADORES READING, she especially loves reading YA Fantasy and like fantasy romance stories. She is super fussy about tropes too so she always has a list of what it is she’s exactly looking for when going to the book store. She would also research POC authors so she can support their works in the genre!

-Huge nerd, made her character a dryad because there was no nymph options and she draws all of her characters for extra immersion when playing. She’s also a gamer, if we’re going with vibes - her favourite game would be The Legend of Zelda, it’s ethereal and the graphics are so pretty so it fits her aesthetic.

-I love drawing her with braids so I think when she has them in she would get the goddess braids (they’re so pretty and ethereal!!) and when it’s like a school event like prom or graduation she’d style her afro into twin tails and have them as hearts or stars!! She looks stunning every single time. An extra note on fashion - I think she’d love wearing floral patterns, maxi skirts, maxi dresses, all that stuff.

-In her bedroom we see her poster has a Winx Club character so with that in mind - I can totally see her rewatching it’s as a teenager and she has all the songs memorised by HEART !! She loves Aisha and Stella.

-Editing her playlist at the moment: BUT I think she would love SZA, Janelle Monae and The Crane Wives !! It fits her vibe so WELL in my eyes.

-Loves scrapbooking. I’ve talked about this before but every memory is precious to her and she has the dates + notes on the day and sticks it in with the prettiest fabric paper and gel pens.

-Huge romantic, she loves baking her for her friends/significant others and it’s a part of her love language!! Probably does those zodiac sign quizzes on google when she has a crush on someone and wants to know if they’d get on based on whatever position of the planets they align with LMAO.

-She’s top of the class, on the student council and was apart of the yearbook committee. She loves biology, French and art. I like to hc her going into botanical science in the future and her entire house is covered with plants and flowers - also has decorated pots and vases from the islands.

-Amazing cook. Mom teaches her family recipes and she is always cooking up the best flavours and spices!!

Okay this is all I got *trips over*

[incorrect-agatha]

Lilia totally has some sort of ancient family soup or pasta sauce recipe that’s been passed down from generation to generation and has ridiculous levels of secrecy surrounding it.

One time she made it for the Coven, and now Jen is determined to figure out what it is. She goes to great lengths, from trying to recreate it herself based on educated guesses to trying to get Lilia to slip up and tell her.

Everyone else has a running bet about if Jen will figure it out and how and if Lilia will slip up.

[jacenbren]

Deeply fucking unsettling things about the Honored One himself, Satoru Gojo

Thanks to his ability to fuck with gravity, you put him in a blank, empty room with identical walls, floor, and ceiling with no doors or windows, he'll quickly lose track of which way is up. Realistically this situation would probably never happen, but the concept freaks him out ever since Geto made a joke about it once.

Gojo's body maintains a perfect thermodynamic equilibrium, making his skin creepily cool to the touch. He can go out in a blizzard with shorts on, and between that and Infinity, he'd be perfectly fine. It makes for a cool party trick, because he can stick his hand in a candle flame or put cigarettes out on his arms with no ill effects.

He's unsettlingly clean at all times, because dirt can't touch him. Gojo hasn't needed to use stain remover on his uniform in years.

He quite literally has six eyes. He keeps four of them shut and all of them hidden most of the time, though, because a) looking into all six at once would liquefy the brain of your average human, and b) his Six Eyes are constantly feeding unfathomable amounts of information into his brain every second. Even with his tolerance to his powers and mastery of the reverse curse technique, there's only so much stimuli a human brain can process without completely shutting down, and Gojo doesn't want to find out what that'll do to him--in a nutshell, just because he can see things that mankind can't even hope to comprehend doesn't mean he wants to.

He can perceive the entire electromagnetic spectrum, meaning he can see shrimp colors. Everyone else desperately wants him to describe the shrimp colors. Gojo continues to smugly refuse.

Because of his reverse curse technique constantly refreshing and regenerating his body, he just. doesn't really need to eat anymore. or drink. or even breathe. His body is basically frozen at peak physical condition, and it's very likely that he is functionally immortal.

Sometimes, Gojo forgets what pain feels like, because nothing can touch him. Pain feels almost like pleasure to him, because nothing can hurt him. Nothing can even touch him, and Gojo has secretly developed a perverted interest in seeing how badly he can mutilate himself before he's forced to reengage his technique and heal.

Gojo can bend and contort himself in ways that aren't humanly possible, run faster and farther and lift heavier objects than anyone alive, because his body can repair itself almost as fast as it's damaged, depending on how severe the injury. Basically, he has permanent hysterical strength, letting him push his body past its limits to perform feats that would kill a normal human with no ill effects.

Gojo doesn't sleep. He literally can't unless he releases his technique, because his body is constantly being refreshed and doesn't need to shut down. Oh well, it's for the better. He's most vulnerable while he's sleeping anyway, and it opens up his schedule by a lot.

His teeth grow now, almost like a rodent's. He has to file them down to be able to open and close his mouth properly, along with much more frequent trimming of his hair and nails.

His skin is oddly smooth, and unnaturally pristine. Gojo hasn't recieved a single scar since Toji sliced him open, and all the ones he'd recieved before are healed flawlessly at this point. His hands are so soft they make it look like he hasn't fought a day in his life, because calluses aren't able to form anymore.

Gojo's been around the world countless times now. He can go wherever he wants with a thought; the only cost is his sanity. Warping himself across the Pacific for lunch in San Francisco is fun, but he can only do it a few times a week if he doesn't want to have another... ah, episode.

These episodes involve blackouts, gaps in his memory where his powers manage to slip their leashes from overuse and literally short-circuit his brain. He's only had a few so far, and every time, he wakes up in the infirmary completely unscathed, with blood all over his clothes and an awful fucking migraine. Nobody knows what happens or where he goes, and all Shoko's been able to tell him is that when it happens, he seems to go into a giddy fugue before blasting his way out of the compound and vanishing for anywhere from days to weeks. Gojo's absolutely terrified of these episodes, because he's wholly aware that if he lost it for real, nobody would be able to stop him.

He looks human enough, but if you look closer, he quickly starts to set off the uncanny valley effect. It's like a wolf in sheep's clothing--because you know how dangerous he is, even though he appears relatively harmless at first. Everyone who meets him has the same fear response clawing at the back of their mind as their hindbrain screams at them to fucking run, because Gojo is an apex predator in the body of a prey animal. His very presence awakens primal fear that's been entrenched in every human since the dawn of time--the fear of things that go bump in the night, of cosmic horrors beyond what mankind can even hope to comprehend.

His eyes glow all the time now, and the energy crackling in the air around him feels like the static that comes before a lightning strike. Satoru Gojo is insistent that he's still human even though he's the strongest, but... is he, really?

[startagainaprologue]

HAIII!!!! do you have any Bonnie or Nille hcs you could spare pretty pls w/ cherries & sprinkles….

OUU hmm i have to think <- headcanons leave my brain as soon as i am asked

hmm.. if you are alright with something more au related (sorgy i think abt it forever) then. funny irar headcanon thing :] sniles

i think. after the events of irar their relationship is. very awkward for awhile. Nille is INCREDIBLY worried for Bonnie and. Bonnie really wants to reconnect with her. they missed her so so so much they finally get to see her again finally get to remember her face. but. a lot of their memories of her are just..generally foggy now? they feel guilty about that. they do not want her to know that! or. much of anything about their loops (Nille is aware of those, as much as Bonnie probably wouldve liked.. not mentioning them at all). It just kind of leads to Bonnie really wanting to be around Nille as much as possible but also pulling away whenever Nille shows that she's worried for them. </3 its great.

[mashpotatoequeen]

"Reynie had begun to feel rather ill. It was starting to seem everything he did got someone hurt. First he'd suggested they cheat, which landed Sticky in the Waiting Room. Then he'd spied through the gym window, for which some poor, average looking kid was paying the price. Now there was this plan he'd put into effect--the plan to get Martina bumped from the Messenger list. It had seemed clever at the time, but was he sure about that? For all his caution and wits, he was turning out to be a dangerous person to be close to. He looked at his untouched meal with distaste. He shoved it away and put his face in his hands."

I wonder if this is a reoccurring issue with Reynie, where he doesn't eat anything if he's feeling particularly guilty or stressed.

Thinking about his friends eventually realising this, and keeping an eye out for when he starts avoiding meals as a surefire check-in on his mental health. Thinking about Miss Perumal stocking up on light, easy snacks he enjoys that she can tempt him with on bad days. Thinking about the early days of being stuck in Mr. Benedict's house before the events of Book 3, and all the adults collectively sighing in relief the first time Reynie eats breakfast, lunch, and dinner without picking at anything or leaving half his plate untouched.

Just something about this incredibly intelligent and empathetic kid who's constantly looking out for and taking care of his friends, and how nice it can be to be taken care of in turn.