#( big fan of spicy foods as well. )

[rnaeborowski]

made cookies with wife on our date today and then i made us the korean potato stew and it was rly good but too spicy for wife and maybe even a bit too spicy for me too ;v; definitely making it again but cutting down on the spice next time

[mielmoto]

paradoxically, though certainly fond of sweets and sugary things, honey does generally prefer tart, bitter, and sour treats.

there's room for flexibility to make those things, as a confectioner—but her main draw toward sweet-making in the first place was less out of her own taste preference and more out of a) enjoying the techniques/processes/complexities of candy-making and pastry craft, and b) she likes making things which other people find indulgent, exciting, and decadent.

[bunny-jpeg]

packing my husband's lunch

simon "ghost" riley - inspired by this

tags: smut & fluff, domestic, established relationship (marriage), housewife!reader, butcher!simon, food, body worship & praise, missionary,

a/n: changed a little bit of it for the fic, i hope that's okay! i hope everyone loves it!!

it wasn't supposed to be a big deal, these were little videos that you made when simon was at work. people did a lot worse on the internet! you were mostly in sweet aprons with your username embroidered onto them and occasionally one of the dresses that your loving husband bought you!

you wanted to keep yourself busy now that you were a stay-at-home wife and the income from being part of the creator's program was a nice bonus.

"thank you for the banana bread recipe, mrs. riley!"

"where did you get that dress?"

"i wonder what mister riley looks like! i bet she totally lucked out!!"

you built up a sweet little community that was mostly sharing recipes that you've aquired over the years. viewers were impressed of how well you could handle spice despite your gentle demeanour, but you once said in a video that you had been eating spicy food your whole life!

"plus, my husband loves it too!" that was the big mystery of the account, who was mrs. riley's husband? viewers knew he existed and that videos occasionally were about making his lunches. but he had never showed his face in any video.

you thought the comments were cute, you'd often show them to simon while you were in his lap on the couch.

"they think that you're like christian grey."

"who the hell is that?" simon chuckled as he rested his head on top of your head so he could look down at your phone, "sounds like a real prick with a name like that."

another day, another video. you worked within the kitchen explaining the recipe. "you have to remmeber to add the spices before it all comes together or else it won't have time to mingle with the potatoes or the carrots. the taste will be all off!" you tone was like a bird's chirp as you had one hand on yourhip and the other stirring the pot with a spoon.

"my husband loves this! and i think who ever you make this for, wife, husband, boyfriend, partner, family member, friend, they'll love it too! but i suggest if you're making it for your nana that you tone down the spices a little!" you talked away as you continued to cook.

it filled the near silence in the kitchen and allowed you to keep viewers engaged!

but this video ended a little different. while you showed off finished stew in a pastel pink bowl, viewers caught the sight of him. hulking mass of man in a white t-shirt with a suspicious amount of red stained across it.

"girl, are you okay?"

"who is that?!"

"pack him a sandwich in the next video if you need help!"

"hey girlie, close your fist with your thumb inside if you're not safe!"

you were confused by the comments, simon wasn't a bad guy? he had never hurt a hair on your head. you've been trying to get him into more experimental kinky play in the bedroom!

you heard the door unlock and peeked out of the kitchen to see your husband coming home. you were use to grime he brought home, you met at the butcher shop his long time friend price owned. so a t-shirt stained with blood was nothing new. but then it clicked in your head.

oh they thought that simon was some kind of serial killer.

before you could say anything to your husband, he pulled you in for tight kiss and held you by the back of the head with his strong hand. you smiled against his lips and giggled when he picked you up. you wrapped your legs around his waist and held onto his shoulders.

you weren't the lightest thing in the world, but simon had spent most of his life hauling things (meat) heavier than you could ever be. he eyed you from top to bottom and smiled. his smiles were rare to others but frequent with you.

"how's my love bug today? makin' more videos for the fans." he asked as he carried you to the couch and put you down gently. he then leaned in to kiss you on the lips.

"yeah, they think you're a serial killer though."

his blond brows raised, "serial killer?"

you looked at him in return, "you were in the back of one of my latest videos, i didn't notice anything until i realized that you were in a work shirt and it looked like you were a serial killer."

"i see, i see." he said as he sat next to you and laced your fingers with his, "tell them i'm not, i don't need rumours to start." simon didn't like being the center of attention.

he once told you that he married the brightest woman he could find so she could be the center of attention and he could be supportive from the sidelines. it was why people gravitated towards you while being a little afraid of you towering husband.

you pulled him closer to you and kissed at his scarred face. he was an active service member before he became a butcher, so much history on his body and you loved every molecule of him. when you kissed him, he deepened the kiss and held both your hands.

"simon."

"let me take you to bed." he replied softly before he pulled you to your feet and then pulled you up into his arms bridal style. it took you a while to get used to him carrying you. not that you were worried about him not having a good hold on you, but rather you not having a good hold on him!

he brought you to your shared bedroom and placed you on the bed delicately. he then got his shirt up and over his head, exposing his strong body to you. he wasn't model trimmed, he was built with proper strength.

i ain't no pretty boy, dove.

but you thought your husband was the prettiest of them all. slowly you started to take off your dress, you could feel your husband's hungry eyes on you as you undressed for him. your viewers saw a sweet little wife, bu simon saw that sweet little wife totally nude.

when the mis-matched pair of bra and panties ended up on the floor with the dress, simon felt like a new man. he worked hard to provide for your family of two and would continue to work hard every day. you were his wife, his everything. and he loved you more than he could ever articulate.

so he expressed his love by getting undressed and into bed with you. laid out on top of the covers, your head in the pillows with simon between your legs.

"look at mrs. riley." he cooed as he rubbed his rough hands up and down your bare thighs, "prettier than those little cookies you make.' he chuckled a little, "boy at work watch your videos all the time, you've been a big help to them, finally able to cook for themselves." he went in to kiss you on the lips.

"glad i could help." you replied as you held onto one of the pillows under your head. you arched your back a little when he lined his cock up with slick entrance and pressed himself in.

he leaned forward and braced a hand up against the headboard as he got his cock inside of you. the issue with a size difference like yours, it made it a little hard to have sex in certain positions. usually you were on top, but since you got married you've been able to figure out missionary.

"honey."

"i got ya, dove. you feel so good as always." he said lowly, "everything i have ya, it's a complete treat. you take good care of me, you know that. you are a good wife. happy you're making your little videos, and i'm happier i get to come home to you."

you blushed a little bit and wanted to hide your face but he stopped you by pinning your hand to the bed.

"don't hide from me, dove. i want to see my wife's face." he said with his voice tinged with affection. he loved the sight of you, you were beautiful under him, he couldn't help but lick his lips at the sight of you.

"you make me blush too much." you said as he moved against you. your loving, caring husband moved his hips in a steady pace as he held onto your hand and the headboard. his thrusts were easy on you, not too rough but just enough to make you excited all over. you loved the feeling of him, there was just something about it that made you feel a twinge of excitement in your core.

he was a perfect lover and you loved him so much.

"all mine." he purred as he continued his movements. he watched your videos daily during his lunch break, happily eating the food you made for a video that morning or the day prior. the stews, baked goods and pasta dishes that you were known for.

your emphasis on couponing and how to store foods to make them last longer. it was an honour for simon to be with such a lovely woman. you encouraged food as a form of love. and you showed that love ten times over with simon.

he captured your lips and continued to move against you. he devoured the feeling of his lover up against him. you felt amazing, you felt like heaven. he couldn't help himself. he moved against you and continued to kiss you.

"work so hard every day, you work your ass off beautiful. and i love it, all of you. you know that. i can't get enough of you, how you feel against me. how i feel like our souls are connected."

you giggled, "no need to butter me up, handsome." you smiled when he placed another kiss on your lips. you moaned into the kiss, you eventually held onto his strong shoulders. you two moved against each other, husband and wife. quite the pair you were, and simon wouldn't want it any other way.

"baby." he cooed.

"shh, shh." you said, you opened your eyes and stared into his brown ones, he was so handsome. even when he tried to deny it, you knew the truth. he was quite the handsome man. the kind of man that made your toes curl with each hardy thrust of his hips.

the pleasure ran through both of you, the intensity of it made you kiss one another once more. he continued to work himself inside of you. live in each of this thrusts, affection in every movement. simon loved you and you loved him, hence why you held onto him so closely.

"oh, dove. look at ya. perfect for your husband." he cooed as he felt closer to his climax, it was an intense feeling. the kind of feeling that excited him greatly. he loved you and when he watched your pleasure reach its peak, he felt a swell of pride when you clutched onto him tighter.

"fuck, honey." you moaned as pleasure crushed down on you. you tensed up then relax, enjoying the feeling as it moved through you. you shared another kiss.

simon continued to work his body up against yours, and soon he finished inside of you. he rocked against you through his climax and then only broke the kiss when he stopped. he looked you in the eyes, those beautiful brown eyes.

you giggled lightly and pulled him in once more before he laid out on the bed beside you and held you in his arms.

"not too bad for a serial killer."

"yeah, i bet they'd never know that you're such a teddy bear." you dragged a finger across his strong chest and let out a small giggle. he felt so good against you. you soon sat up and said, "i have something i want you to try, i am working on a new recipe."

before you could get too far, he pulled you back into bed with him and wrapped his arms around you. he held you close and said, "whatever it is, dove. i bet it's amazing, but right now i just wanna hold ya."

-

the following day, on one of simon's days off. you set up the camera and stood beside your much taller husband. you were all smiles as you were ready to bake a nice spring treat.

"hello, love bugs! it's mrs. riley again, and today i have a guest!" you gestured to your husband. you whispered, "you'll need to crouch down a little." and simon bent his knees, "this is my husband, mister riley!"

you hoped that this would quell any concerns your fans might have. and while the comments were positive one made you blush.

"i used to think i had a crush on mrs. riley, but now i have a crush on mr. riley too!"

i hope you love this fic! if you have any suggestions, my open! till next time <3

[ivyues]

Hotter than expected ⋅ Bang Chan

How you found out your boyfriend can’t handle spicy food.

Chris and you had been dating for a little while now – long enough to feel comfortable around each other but still new enough that the little things felt exciting. Tonight, he was over at your apartment, lounging on the couch while you scrolled through your favorite food delivery app.

“Alright,” you said, clicking confirm on the order. “I hope you like this place. Their food is amazing.”

“I’m sure it’ll be great,” Chris replied, giving you that warm smile that always made your stomach flutter. “What did you get?”

“Just some of my usual favorites. I think you’ll like it.”

“How’s the spicyness?” he asked, leaning forward with genuine interest.

You laughed lightly, shaking my head. “It’s got a little kick but isn’t too bad.”

He nodded, seemingly unfazed by your comment. Little did you know, Chris wasn’t exactly the best with spice. But wanting to impress you, he figured he’d be fine.

When the food finally arrived, you both sat down at the table, the aroma of the meal filling the air. Chris took his first bite, and at first, he thought he could handle it. But then the heat hit him. It crept up slowly, coating his tongue in a fiery burn that only intensified with every second. His eyes widened slightly, but he tried to play it cool.

“Oh,” he murmured. “Oh, wow.”

“How is it?” you asked, happily eating your own food.

“Good!” he said, voice just a little too high-pitched to be convincing. He grabbed his drink and took a sip, but it did little to help. Still, he was determined to push through. He took another bite—

Mistake. Big mistake.

The heat doubled. His mouth felt like it was on fire. He shot up from his seat, the chair lightly scraping against the floor. You blinked, confused as he started pacing back and forth, fanning himself with his hand.

“Uh… are you okay?” you asked, concerned.

“Y-yeah, totally fine,” he choked out, but the glint of sweat on his forehead and the way he was now grabbing his shirt, pulling it away from his burning skin, said otherwise. “It’s so hot in here.”

You stared at him for a second before realization dawned on you. “Oh my God, is it too spicy for you?”

Chris opened his mouth to argue, but at that moment, the heat surged again, and he had to take a deep breath as he ran his hand through his hair.

“Okay, wait, I think I have some milk… or maybe bread?,” you said, trying not to laugh as you rushed to the fridge.

You handed him a glass, and he practically chugged it in one go. But even after that, he couldn’t sit still. He walked in circles, sat down, then immediately got back up again. At one point, he even lifted his shirt slightly, fanning himself again, but quickly let it go as if remembering that things were still new between you two.

You bit your lip, watching him with pure amusement. When he finally sat down again, you couldn’t hold back anymore.

“So…” you drawled, smirking. “You don’t manage spicy food very well, do you?”

Chris shot you a glare, cheeks flushed (whether from embarrassment or the spice, you weren’t sure). “Okay, first of all,” he said, voice still slightly strained, “this is not just ‘a little kick’. This is fire. This is lava.”

You burst out laughing. “Oh, poor baby. I didn’t think your spice tolerance was that bad.”

He groaned, dropping his head onto the table dramatically. “I wanted to impress you.”

“That’s cute,” you teased, reaching over to ruffle his hair. “But next time, we’ll make sure to order something mild for you.”

Chris finally lifted his head, blinking up at you. His lips were still tinged red from the spice, but at least he wasn’t gasping for air anymore. “I can feel my mouth again,” he muttered, sounding both relieved and mildly traumatized.

Unable to resist, you leaned in with a smirk. “... but for someone who handles spice so well,” you teased, raising a brow, “I’d think you’d have an easier time with a little heat.”

Chris groaned, but couldn’t help a small smile. “Not the same thing, and you know it.”

“Mmm, sure. Whatever you say, babe.”

masterlist

[multi-fandom-imagine]

“This Is Your Fɑult, Weɑsley!” || Fred Weasley ||

A/n: Au where Fred survived

It was a hot summer afternoon, and you were well past your due date. Your belly had grown impossibly large, and you were miserable. Every step felt like you were carrying a Quaffle under your shirt, and the triplets had been making their presence known with relentless kicks and movement.

You were stretched out on the couch, propped up by every pillow Fred could find, groaning dramatically while fanning yourself with an old issue of The Daily Prophet.

“This is your fault, Weasley,” You grumbled, turning your head just enough to glare at your husband.

Fred, who had been attempting to fluff yet another pillow behind you, paused mid-motion, his eyebrows shooting up. “My fault? What did I do?”

You gave him a look. A look that could turn a man to stone.

Fred gulped. “Okay, yeah, fair enough.”

Rosie and Leo were sitting on the floor, flipping through their picture books, while Henry toddled around, occasionally bringing you random objects like his stuffed dragon and a spoon from the kitchen as if that might help.

You sighed, rubbing your belly. “I swear, Fred, if these babies don’t come soon, I’m going to hex you. Right in your sleep.”

Fred gave you an amused grin. “Oh, come on, Bee. You don’t mean that.”

Your eyes narrowed. “Try me.”

Sensing the seriousness in your voice, Fred cleared his throat and grabbed the enchanted mirror from the side table. “Right then, let’s call Mum. She’s dealt with plenty of Weasley-sized babies and she might have some ideas.”

A few moments later, Molly’s face appeared in the mirror, her warm and motherly smile filling the glass. “Hello, dears! Oh, Y/N, how are you feeling?”

You groaned. “Like I’m carrying three fully grown dragons in my stomach, Molly. Please tell me you have some secret Weasley family trick to get these babies out.”

Molly chuckled knowingly. “Oh, love, I know that feeling all too well. You’ve tried walking?”

Fred nodded. “She tried walking across the flat, and Henry tried to chase her, so that didn’t go well.”

Molly hummed thoughtfully. “Alright, what about spicy food? Sometimes a strong meal can help things along.”

You made a face. “If one more person suggests curry, I swear—”

Molly held up her hands, laughing. “Alright, alright! Well, dear, there’s always the other method.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Other method?”

Fred’s eyes widened as he suddenly realized where his mum was going with this. “Mum!” he yelped.

Molly, ever the composed matriarch, simply smiled knowingly. “Oh, come now, Fred. You’re the reason she’s in this mess you might as well help her out of it.”

You let out a groan, covering your face with your hands while Fred turned bright red.

Leo, completely oblivious to the deeper meaning, piped up, “Daddy, what Mima mean? What method?”

Fred coughed, standing up abruptly. “Right, well, I think we’re done here Mum, thanks for the help! Lovely chat, really!”

Molly’s laughter rang through the mirror before the connection cut off, leaving Fred standing there looking thoroughly scandalized.

Leo and Rosie blinked at their dad, clearly still curious.

“But Daddy” Rosie started, her big blue-green eyes full of curiosity.

“Nope!” Fred cut in quickly, grabbing Henry and plopping him onto his hip like he was desperate for a distraction. “Absolutely not, conversation over. Who wants biscuits? I’ll get biscuits!”

Leo and Rosie cheered as Fred fled to the kitchen, leaving you laughing until another kick from the triplets made you groan again.

You shook your head, resting a hand on your belly. “Come on, little ones. Any time now. Please.”

With any luck, the next suggestion wouldn’t involve anything that turned Fred the color of a tomato.

The flat was eerily quiet. For the first time in months, there were no little feet running through the halls, no babbling from Henry, no shrieking giggles from the twins. Molly had whisked the children away for a few nights, giving Brooke and Fred some much-needed rest before the triplets arrived.

You, however, were not resting.You were pacing the bedroom, one hand on your lower back, the other supporting your massive bump, grumbling under your breath.

“This is ridiculous,” you muttered. “I’ve tried everything walking, tea, even that godforsaken curry Angelina brought over—”

Fred, lounging on the bed with a cocky smirk, cleared his throat. “Well, love, there was one last suggestion.”

You shot him a tired glare. “I can’t believe your mother suggested that.”

Fred shrugged. “She’s got a point, Bee. We do have a track record of being, er, efficient together.” He waggled his eyebrows.

You huffed but couldn’t stop the slight smirk playing on your lips. “You’re unbelievable.”

Fred grinned, standing up and wrapping his arms around you from behind, his hands resting gently on your bump. “I’m just saying if you’re desperate…”

You turned in his arms, raising an eyebrow. “We do need to get these babies moving.”

Fred grinned wider. “That’s the spirit, love.”

And It Actually Works

Hours later, the flat was dim, the warmth of the night wrapping around them as they lay tangled in bed. You were still catching your breath, your body finally relaxed for the first time in weeks. Fred, beside you, was grinning like he’d just won a Quidditch match.

“Well,” he said smugly, stretching his arms behind his head. “That was fun.”

You let out a sleepy laugh. “It was.”

You barely finished your sentence before a sharp tightening gripped your belly.

Your eyes flew open.

Another wave of pressure.

Fred, still basking in post-bliss, didn’t notice at first. “Y’know, I think Mum was onto someth—” a blissful smile on his face.

You suddenly grabbed his wrist hard.

“Fred.”

Fred turned his head, smirk still in place. “Yeah, love?"

Your eyes were wide.

“I think it worked.”

Fred blinked. “Worked...what worked?”

Another contraction hit, and you groaned, gripping the sheets. "Fred!"

Fred sat bolt upright. “Wait. Wait. Now?!”

You let out a sharp breath. “YES, NOW!”

Fred scrambled out of bed so fast he nearly fell. “Right! Right! Hospital! Bags! Where’s my wand—” He spun in circles, fully panicked.

You gritted your teeth through another contraction, rolling your eyes. “Fred. Calm down.”

Fred, not calm in the slightest, shoved on his trousers at record speed. “How am I supposed to be calm?! We just I mean, that was And now THE BABIES?!”

You groaned again, gripping the headboard. “Fred Weasley, if you don’t get me to St. Mungo’s in the next ten minutes, I swear—”

Fred, now completely in survival mode, grabbed your hospital bag, his wand, and carried her into the Floo network and Off to St. Mungo’s

Seconds later, they tumbled into the hospital’s emergency wing, with you gripping Fred’s shoulder as Healers rushed toward them.

“Mrs. Weasley, contractions started?” one of them asked, guiding you toward a wheelchair.

You let out a breathy laugh. “Yeah, and you’ll never believe what did the trick.”

Fred, still red-faced and slightly too proud, smirked. “Let’s just say thanks, Mum.”

And as they wheeled you down the corridor, Fred couldn’t help but grin to himself.

Because damn, Molly Weasley really did know everything.

[starfxkrinc]

ode to eaters - devoured

for those who don't know, ode to eaters is my bones and all au set in the 80s following eater!reader and human!jj as they traverse the south to escape rafe cameron. i haven't touched her in a while despite this au being very dear to me. dedicated to it's #1 fan @nemesyaaa

no matter how far you got, rafe was close behind. you could smell him--that tinny metallic smell of sweat and cocaine. you could scrub your skin raw, bury your face in jj's clothes, huff gasoline until you were dizzy. it was still there, drifting in the wind.

he was close, of course he was. rafe would stop at nothing to bring you back and reduce you to that half feral animal you were when jj found you. so you had to keep moving, the carolinas were far behind you, now you were somewhere in shreveport finding your way deeper in the bayous until you were alone.

somewhat. the old shack you and jj found was too alive. despite it's abandoned appearance the food was fresh, cabinets dusted. someone was living here.

"what other choice we got? need a few days for me to work on the truck, ain't no point in jacking a new one, not right now. it's too hot." that's how jj justified himself, and you couldn't argue. plus you were exhausted, so was he. the craters under his eyes were so black they were purple, and it gave his blue eyes a haunted look.

you wonder if that's how you look to him.

so you stayed, even though you were starving. and you began to pace over jj's sleeping form like a wild animal. too often he woke up to you on top of him, nosing at his pulse as you drooled. whoever said humans don't crave flesh was a liar. because the only way you could sate yourself these days was by sucking on his pulse point until it throbbed.

pretty soon you'd start gnawing at your own arm.

it'd never been this bad before, you used to be able to just be a person, but so many years alone has made you insatiable. being able to eat whenever, wherever spoiled you.

the worst of it came after two weeks of stagnation. jj can only work so fast by stealing parts, and deep in your gut you knew rafe was close.

and there was somebody else.

not an eater, like you and rafe. a veg.....only not. a veg who eats.

like jj.

and he stunk to high heavens. something rich and fatty, coated in damp soil. rafe has someone with him. and he's even closer.

when you told jj you could tell it freaked him out, he got antsy, started leaving for longer stretches of time even though you told him not to.

"you want us to get the fuck outta here? well i need to work, do somethin'. you just gotta trust i won't leave you."

every day you watched him walk out that door, and you tried not to let the smell of him get muddled up with everyone else. salt, weed, something warm and spicy tangled underneath.

as long as you could smell him you calmed, well enough to sleep through the day until he came back.

then you woke up and it was gone. your nose clogged up with that fatty-oily smell. someone was in the house.

someone was in the room.

you couldn't so much as scream before he was on you, drenched in sweat so bad his wifebeater clung to his tan skin, greasy dark hair curtaining his face. all you could see was the glint of a gold tooth.

"shit, i see why rafe's drug me across the mason-dixon lookin for you. you're a pretty thing aintcha?"

clawing and kicking you did your best to fight him off but he was too big. he dug his nails into your throat as he tied you up with one hand, and leaned in close "lucky i don't feel like steppin on no toes, baby boy's been real strict about finding his favorite toy."

his voice was muffled from the adrenaline coursing through you, but you knew that accent. it was the same one you heard from rooms away when rafe kept you barricaded in his sister's old room. it was similar to the one jj had--thick, sitting just in the back of his throat.

he was too close, your hands were tied. and you were so. fucking. hungry.

you latched onto his nose, feeling the cartilage crumble between your teeth as hot, tangy blood filled your mouth.

he screamed, "fuckin' bitch! fuck rafe, i'm getting my share now."

this was how you were gonna die. hogtied chewing on his nose like a pig's ear. you laughed, high and maniacal as he cut your shorts off. his blood poured into your open mouth as he choked your harder. jj was gonna find you, a bloody, fucked open mess. you laughed harder.

then it was back, that sea salty smell. and you saw him out the corner of your eye, jaw set and eyes crazed.

yeah, whoever said humans don't crave flesh was a massive liar.

because it only took a second, and the man on top of you didn't even see it coming when jj slammed the hunting knife into his neck. you were drenched in even more blood when he yanked it out, grabbing him by his ponytail onto the floor.

you sat up gasping, watching as the jj slammed the knife into him over and over until his head was barely hanging onto the rest of his body. he was so covered in blood his blonde hair was tinted red, and all you could see of his face were his eyes.

finally he stopped, panting and shaking as he turned to you and nodded towards the mutilated corpse under him.

"y'hungry?"

[creampuffqueen]

Avatar Yangchen's Favorite Foods

My winter break boredom combined with my chronic writing procrastination have combined to form Yangchen Thoughts at never before seen levels.

AKA, I was doing a bit of research into potential Air Nomad cuisine and suddenly found myself needing to know what Yangchen's favorite foods would be. So here we are.

Most of the foods listed will be primarily of Tibetan origin, considering that is the main cultural inspiration for the Air Nomads. However, because Yangchen spent a large portion of her life in different Earth Kingdom cities, there will be some dishes taken from other cultures as well. I will be providing links to as many recipes as possible! (Note: some of the recipes themselves are not vegetarian, but could easily be modified so to fit with the Air Nomads' vegetarian lifestyles).

Now, when it comes to food, Avatar Yangchen strikes me as someone who prioritizes function over flavor. Obviously she prefers her food to taste good, but she's more concerned with what said food can do for her, convenience-wise. She prefers foods that can be eaten on the go, snacked on while working, or downed relatively quickly. As well, she wants her food to be on the filling side, which lessens the amount of time she has to spend eating. She's quite pragmatic about her food. (Is this a good thing? I suppose that's up to you to decide). Finally, her cooking skills are pretty minimal, so most of her favorite dishes are quite simple to make.

Most of this post will be under a cut because, as per usual, I can never make anything short :)

Butter Tea

This is a very traditional Tibetan drink, and it's one that Yangchen would have grown up drinking. It's actually mentioned in The Dawn of Yangchen! It's a drink she would find very comforting, as well as filling due to it being nearly half butter.

Breakfasts

Tomato Egg Soup

It's quite literally what it sounds like. This is a breakfast dish, probably very common in the Earth Kingdom and/or Fire Nation. It's simple to make, but hearty and warm.

Shom-Dae - Rice Pudding

This is a rice pudding made with yogurt. It can be eaten with fruit as a filling breakfast, or sweetened to be made into a dessert. Yangchen doesn't have much of a sweet tooth, so she prefers this for her breakfast.

Snacks

Bhobi

This is basically a Tibetan burrito. A soft, thin flatbread wrapped around various fillings. Typically these can have anywhere from 3-5 different fillings, consisting of things such as stir-fried vegetables, noodles, eggs, you name it. Yangchen would absolutely be a fan of the versitility, and would likely make these to use up leftovers for a tasty snack.

Shogo Khatsa - Spicy Potatoes

As the name implies, this dish is made up of spicy potatoes. I think Yangchen would actually be a huge fan of spice, and as such would totally love these. She would probably also dip them in Sepen, which is a Tibetan tomato-based chili sauce.

Various Street Foods

Yangchen would love trying local street foods at all the places she visits, but she has a few favorites. Fried tofu, spring rolls, and spicy cucumbers. They're all very easy on the go snacks.

Onion Tingmo

This snack is definitely more of a comfort food. These are a type of steamed bun with green onions folded in, and I think these would be Yangchen’s guilty pleasure; the kind of food she could eat for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

Meals

Tenchung - Lentil Soup

The Air Nomads would certainly be fans of lentils, considering their high protein and iron content. This is another very simple soup, but would be very comforting and nostalgic for Yangchen - as well as quite filling.

Mokthuk - Momo Soup

Momos are Tibetan dumplings, which Yangchen would enjoy eating on their own, but when added to a hearty soup the dish is called Mokthuk. As you're probably starting to figure out, I think Yangchen is a pretty big soup fan. Just like in the attached video, Yangchen would load her soup up with chili oil for added spice.

Pishi - Tibetan Dumpling Soup (also known as "Lemur-Face Soup")

This soup is extremely similar to Mokthuk, but the dumplings are made in a different way and more resemble wontons. This dish is often colloquially referred to as "Lemur-Face Soup" by Air Nomad children, as the folded dumplings resemble the faces of flying lemurs. Because the dumplings for this soup require a bit of extra effort, it would have been a rare treat growing up. Yangchen loves it both for the flavor and the fond memories it brings.

Desserts

Tenshi-Bhakthuk

This is a fried pastry covered in a sugar syrup that is typically served at New Year's celebrations. They are small, crunchy little snacks that Yangchen would love eating each year at the celebration.

Bulug

The best way I can describe this is that it's a Tibetan funnel cake. This is also served at New Year's celebrations. When Yangchen was younger, she and her sister Jetsun would always get one of these to split. It's a bittersweet memory now, but she still absolutely loves the food.

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And there we have it! A whole selection of foods I think Yangchen would enjoy. Feel free to use this in fics, art, headcanons, whatever, and your own as you see fit!

Due to all this research I've done, I also have lots of ideas for foods that could be added to the Air Nomad cuisine as a whole - who knows, maybe that will become a separate post of its own!

Pretty much all recipes came from Palden's Kitchen ; would absolutely recommend checking his channel out! His videos are very high quality and his voice is incredibly soothing, honestly I want this man as my grandfather now.

Finally, I also need to give a shoutout to @atlaculture for providing inspiration and resources for my Tibetan food deep dive!

[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

the animorphs characters as ice cream truly made me LOL but also your answers were so spot-on?? anyway, animorphs as sushi rolls?

Jake: California roll. Some nice avocado, some nice fake crab, some nice white rice, some nice nori. Y'all knew this one was coming: it's white, it's bland, it's basic as fuck. Just like our boy. It gets points for using local ingredients, and it's unlikely to offend anyone.

Ax: Saba roll. It's unpopular in the U.S. for its strong fishy taste/smell and occasional bones, but Ax is a big proponent of strong flavors and novel textures. Mackerel has unique textures and tastes that you're unlikely to get anywhere else in American food, just like Ax himself.

Marco: Wasabi bomb. As in, an avocado roll where one of the slices has had its avocado replaced with wasabi, and you won't know which until you bite in. Technically a joke roll and not real sushi, but fits Marco's "mean-yet-funny" MO perfectly (#5). It's silly, it's tension-inducing, and it's a great way to turn food into a game.

Cassie: Cucumber roll. Again it's nontraditional and American, but it's known for being highly sustainable compared to most forms of sushi. Plus, if there was ever an empathetic roll it'd be this one; it's known for its ability to absorb other tastes — soy sauce, ginger, spicy mayo — while retaining its refreshing texture.

Tobias: Iwashi roll. For the meat-hungry predator in your life. It has to be made with freshly-killed sardines or else it'll go off, it's unpopular in the U.S. for including whole fish, and it's delicious if you're a fan of swallowing a freshly-killed fish bones and all.

Rachel: Dragon roll. They're known to be substantive, spicy, flavorful, cross-cultural... and pretty as hell. No two are alike, since the term doesn't have a standard definition, and usually the chef gets to go nuts with putting tempura veg and roe and anything else available all over the top. But they're functional as well as beautiful, since each roll is also usually huge and filled with a variety of fish and veg.

[zoradementio]

Block Tales Predictions & Headcanons Because This is my New Hyperfixation

Predictions

So the next sword is 100% the Firebrand. And what better fire level is there than an active volcano? I believe the next demo will open up the docks & we're gonna be sailing to a tropical, volcanic island for the Firebrand.

Added with that, I believe we'll meet the ship captain mentioned by Mayor Monty (can't for the life of me remember the name rn), as he'll be the one to sail us across.

I also believe that this Chapter or maybe the Windforce one will be weilded by Kyoko's sister, since Kyoko's dialogue in Chapter 3 hints that at the very least something is going wrong with her.

On the UnkownSpaceGuy Youtube channel - the channel that uploads both demo trailers & the OST - there's a track listed called Space Battle. While some might think the background & track are misdirects, considering the Weird Battle OST teased enemies from Chapter 3 well before it was implemented, I think it's possible this could also be hinting at future content. Specifically, I believe the Chapter taking place on the moon will either be the Darkheart or Illumina one.

Once the game is finished, there'll be a New Game+ mode where you can actually have the chance to beat Terry at the beginning of the game.

Headcanons

~Cruel King~

Dude needs a different moniker than "Cruel King" because that is a misnomer and a half. So, unless he's given an official name, his given name will be Rex to me.

His favorite foods include warm drinks like hot chocolate & coffee and frozen desserts, especially ice cream.

His favorite ice cream flavor is strawberry.

He likes Mexican cuisine but it also destroys him.

Had a German Shepherd when he was growing up.

~Griefer~

While Mayor Thaniyel is mostly right about Brad not being 100% like that before the influence of the sword, he still was a bit of a little shit. It's just that Thaniyel didn't see most of it and it was mostly relegated to online games/forums.

Despite what his soda addiction may lead you to believe, he really likes fresh fruits, apples being a particular favorite.

Likes sherbet & sorbet more than ice cream.

Really likes spicy food. Man would fuck up a bag of Flammin' Hot Cheetos & puts jalapenos on everything he can.

It is often said that the highest honor one can give a fictional character is to headcanon them your personal lived experiences and traumas. Thusly, Griefer has mommy issues. Undecided whether I prefer her being kind of a bad mom or if she simply wasn't around when Brad was growing up.

Big fan of Pokemon. Favorite Gen is 3, both in terms of the Gens in 2010 and all Generations to modern day. Favorite starter is Treeko, though Grooky would be a close second.

~Greed, Solitude, & Fear~

I like to group these three together as The Vices.

Greed is a bit of a fashionista, keeping up to date on the latest trends.

Greed likes carbonated drinks. Particularly, they like champagne.

If Greed were to order a steak, they'd order it Blue.

Solitude gets uncomfortable in large crowds. A large crowd to Solitude is more than 2 people.

It's difficult to tell at any given moment if Solitude is concentrating really hard on something that caught their attention or if they're just disassociating.

A picnic in the park might not fix Fear, but it would do a whole lot to improve their mental state.

Fear's favorite foods include fruity drinks/juices, comfort food, and baked goods.

Fear's favorite colors are dark blue and dark green.

Despite them literally being the embodiment of fear (or perhaps because of that), Fear is fiercely protective over those they care about. Can't have courage without fear after all.

[smogfromkortalmombat1]

MK1 Lin Kuei headcannons (Cute childhood edition)

Bi-Han

As a child, he was a big fiction reader. Sci-fi, mystery, there was nothing he didn't read. Non-fiction he saved purely for his studies- it bored him completely any other time.

He wasn't one for animal companionship, but he did have an exception as a child - the Lin Kuei temples had quite a few stray cats. He got quite attached to them, feeding and caring for them frequently. In return, he got lots of impromptu snuggles from them during meditation sessions.

A favourite past-time hobby of his was carving from wood. He could spend hours at his desk working away on a project. Statues of dragons and mythical creatures from the books he read all sit on a shelf in his room, handmade by him. He treasures them all dearly.

Though not a favourite hobby of his, he did take up knitting at one point, after watching his mother. He was never good at it, but he did enjoy it. He kept stacks of random wool in his room because of this.

Speaking of his mother, Bi-Han was a complete mama's boy as a child. His mother was his go-to for all things advice. He loved her dearly.

Kuai Liang

He loved cooking as a kid- mostly the eating part, but he enjoyed the satisfaction of making his own dish, just how he wanted it. He was, and still is, a massive fan of spicy food. If he can still feel his tongue, it isn't spicy enough.

He had a fascination with wildlife growing up- especially inverts like scorpions and tarantulas. He kept many in his room as a hobby over the years. As a child, he could spew fact upon fact about each creature like a crazy man, going on for literal hours if you let him.

His favourite animal he ever kept was an Emperor scorpion. He let Tomas name him, which resulted in the abomination that is Sprinkles Jr. Despite her awful name, Kuai loved and cared for her well.

Had very little patience for a lot of things as a kid compared to his adult self. He always had to be on the move, doing something he deemed fun or exciting, rather than things that were demanded of him- for example, studying or meditating. He tried, of course, but he struggled with it for the longest time until eventually he cooled down with age.

Total daddy's boy. Absolutely adored his father growing up, and strongly idolised him. He still does as an adult.

Tomas

His native tongue is Czech, but as a child he knew bits of Russian and German. He also knew bits and pieces of English, though not nearly as well. He joined the family not knowing Chinese at all, and had to be taught. Luckily, he picked it up fairly quickly.

His favourite animal as a child were foxes. He also adored big, goofy dogs- the fluffier the better.

Most of his childhood clothes (before his grey clothing choice was finalised) were hand-me-downs from his older brothers. This meant, for a long while, Tomas wandered around in a weird dual mix of old, faded blues and yellows.

The first trick he ever learnt with his smoke magic was how to levitate, though it was an accident and out of his control, for the most part. He used to freak both Kuai Liang and Bi-Han out by randomly floating upwards sometimes, or, even worse, randomly falling out of the sky, leading to one of them having to run and catch him.

He was a mama's boy as a kid, with both his blood mother and adoptive mother. He loves them both dearly.

Thank you for reading have a gif:

[redr0sewrites]

threesome with nesta + cassian from acotar during the frenzy? i love both characters sm and saw u were taking reqs :>

hhhhh yes they are soooo fine

🥀Cw: SMUT!!!, threesome/poly, gn!reader, dirty talk, mating frenzy

🥀minors dni

cassian and nesta are wonderful partners, but when it comes to the mating frenzy??? they are literally SO overprotective and horny i just know it

from the minute the frenzy starts to the minute it ends the three of you are all over eachother. they both definitely enjoy spit roasting, with Cassian fucking you senseless while Nesta rides your face. they will absolutely make out while on top of you, and if she's feeling especially cruel, Nesta would absolute play with your clit/cock while Cassian fucks you

Nesta would be sooo mean!!! she definitely uses your sensitivity and horniness against you, even though she's just as insatiable. Nesta and Cassian are pure opposites when it comes to dirty talk, and they'll switch up on you until your fuzzy with pleasure. one minute Nesta could be spitting out the cruelest words and condescending remarks while Cassian praises you with no end in sight, and the next minute Nesta could be pampering you and praising you while Cassian whispers the filthiest shit in your ear and calls you his little slut. they are genuinely so versatile in bed, and that's only amplified during the frenzy

if you are more of a dominant person, you and Nesta DEFINITELYYYYY team up on Cassian at least a fee times, until he's all overstimulated and subby :( if you have a dick he woukd absolutely adore being pegged, but he would deny it to no end. if you don't thats ok too, you can still use a strap which will lead to the same effect- a wrecked and needy Cassian

USE HIS SENSITIVE WINGS AGAINST HIM. you and Nesta on either side of him while he's restrained, gently caressing his wings and teasing his thighs, but not touching his painfully hard cock. he'll be whimpering in minutes, he just needs you so much!

Nesta is a bit harder to team up on, but it can be managed. you'd have to start off slow, praise her and feed her ego. she loooves being pampered when she's subbing and is def a bratty pillow princess. she'll be very pliant and down for whatever, but COMPLAINS the entire time about how she can't feel a thing. so, in response, you and Cassian work together to fuck her SENSELESS. the easiest way to break her down is with incessant praise, she absolutely meltsssss

your all big fans of marking, like your all walking out of your 3 week frenzy with claw marks, hickies, and bruises on every available inch of your bodies'. your definitely gonna be wearing turtlenecks for a few weeks lmao.

you guys definitely prioritize aftercare a lot though. you always pause between sessions to get food and water, and y'all definitely bathe together. it's not always spicy either, sometimes bathing during the frenzy was intimate but not in a sexual way. lots of massages over sore muscles and praise were shared, and bathing together is one of your favorite memories of the frenzy (besides the filthy, steamy sex 💀)

honestly yall probably spend a week after the frenzy just SLEEPING and snuggling together after like barely sleeping for so long 💀

"fuuuck Nes," Cassian groaned between sloppy kisses above you, aligning his cock with your aching hole. Nesta shudders as you moan, sending vibrations against her clit. she was sitting on your face, muscular thighs framing your head as she grinded down against your tongue. Cassian was sliding his aching cock against your hole, grinding down between your folds/ass. you were already wet with preparation from your previous rounds, but the sloppy sounds of Nesta and Cassian making out above you only turned you on more.

Slowly, Cassian thrusted inward, watching in admiration as his cock sinks into your hole. "fuck, baby, takin' me so well," he murmurs, and pulls Nesta back into a breathy kiss. you whine, the fullness of his dick inside you making your clit/cock twitch with need. Nesta's hand travels lower and lower down your sternum, reaching for your pulsing sex. nimble fingers toy with your clit/dick as Nesta's thighs tremble with need.

your tongue works wonders against her aching cunt as Cassian sets a brutal pace. teeth and tongue clash together above you as your two mates make out, and the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room. you can tell Nesta is getting close from her breathy whines, and the way her thighs tremble with each roll of her hips against your face. Cassian's cock twitches inside you as Nesta lets out an especially wanton moan, and your back arches in response.

Cassian's dick hits a sweet spot inside you that you barely knew existed, and you moan against Nesta's clit. her hips buck against your face as her orgasm washes over her, and you can feel the coil in your abdomen tightening as well. a string of curses leaves Nesta's lips as you grip onto her thighs, pulling her through her high as you continue to eat her out. Cassian nearly comes at the sight, his two perfect mates deep in their own pleasure.

Nesta's swift fingers keep working at your clit/cock until your clenched tight around Cassian, your hole practically sucking him in with each thrust. "shit, 'm gonna-" Cassians voice cracks into a moan as his orgasm tears through him. you mewl and buck your hips as he fucks you through your own high, Nesta's thighs squeezing your head as your mind glazes with pleasure.

"don't suffocate them Nes," Cassian murmurs, pulling out as you both come down from your post-orgasmic high. "oh please, they can take it. can't you, doll?" Nesta coos, and you struggle to nod from beneath her thighs. Cassian shoots her a look, and she crawls off of you. the mattress dips as she lays down besides your panting form, and she gently runs her fingers over your stomach, tracing upwards to cup your cheek.

"we weren't too rough, were we?" the question is spoken softly and genuinely, and you shake your head. "don't worry, 'm fine, Nes. just a little tired", you chuckle, and Cassian lays down on your other side. he pulls you both close, his wings enveloping you all and dousing the soft light from a nearby lantern. "lets all get some rest then, shall we?" you and Nesta both nod, worn out from hours of passionate lovemaking. as you begin to drift off to sleep, you can't help but think about how blessed you are to have such wonderful mates.

help the smut is so mid but i'm too tired to edit IM SORRRRRYYYY- I LOVED THIS REQUEST SOOO MUCH THOOOOOO I NEEEEED TO WRITE FOR ACOTAR MORE CASSIAN AND NESTA R SOOO FINEEEE LMAO

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

can you write bachelors with a cryptid farmer? except they're not a cryptid, just a very strange person. and by that I mean the fact farmer will simply appear one day, start giving their love interest their loved items from the get go, character doesn't even know them! and then there's the fishing in weird places, always seeming to know where and what a character is doing, always running from one place to another, sometimes passing out in the deepest depths of the caves. very weird human.

I assume, dear anon, that you mean vanilla bachelors only. Hope I'm not wrong. Anyway, thanks for asking, and enjoy! 💖🫰

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SDV bachelors with a cryptid Farmer:

Well, Sam wasn't too surprised about favourite gifts - he's always a fan of eating something tasty, and pizza, as he thinks, is a win-win for almost everyone. So it's pretty easy to guess what to make him happy. Although the young guitarist sometimes thought that Farmer behaves rather recklessly and weird, the same words were said about Sam when he stuffed 40 marshmallows into his mouth on a bet. A bit odd, but Sam doesn't care, because Farmer is a good friend and, heck yeah, free food!

They're everywhere: at Marnie's ranch, at the JojaMart, at the Saloon. Shane is already afraid to look over his own shoulder, because there, with 99.9 % accuracy, Farmer will be behind him. No matter how much the chicken lover snapped at Farmer, no matter how much he calling them names, they stood like a statue, handing him a plate of pepper poppers. This weirdo is literally stalking him, but no-one's paying attention! The hell?! Although the peppers are tasty and spicy enough, can't argue with that. Wow, what a fucking life...

Poor Harvey has been sitting up late at night looking at Farmer's medical records and he's already getting a headache from trying to find some logic. Farmer still keep going to dangerous places, keep getting seriously injured (4 emergencies in a month!), and their wounds just inhumanly heal in a couple of days! How does that even possib- Farmer? How did you get in here? The clinic's closed. Oh, wine? For him? Why, thank you, it's his favorite- !!!! They- they just teleported right in front of Harvey.... The doctor won't need a wineglass anymore, he's gonna drink right from the bottle.

Yes, Elliott must confess: after a couple of instances when the writer had not even got beyond the threshold of his cottage and he had already been handed a duck feather and a basket of pomegranates by the Farmer, one could find them very strange. But you shouldn't judge a book by its cover. Maybe Farmer just has a hard time finding the words to communicate and this is how they express signs of friendship? And fishing... What's the big deal about fishing? The valley is rich in fish, so why be surprised that there are fish almost everywhere? Anyway, Elliott decides to judge people for their actions.

Alex should probably be concerned about Farmer's strange behaviour, but he... didn't care? Pelican Town was already full of people the athlete considered a bit odd, so why should he be surprised by the new Farmer's odd behaviour? They go everywhere, they fish everywhere, so what? It's their life. Though to Alex's recollection, regular farmers don't seem to fight monsters deep in the Mines, but then again, maybe that's their hobby. Plus Farmer give him his favourite salmon dinner all the time, so what's there to complain about?

Sebastian never seemed to have mentioned to anyone that he liked obsidian and frost tear so much. So he has no idea how the new farmer might know about it. Though, on the other hand, they're always carrying a bag of various cool gems from the mine and decided to give him something, so maybe a coincidence. Later there was a case where they stood right under the door of his room to hand him sashimi (also his favourite?) and ran off somewhere. Okay, that's pretty weird. There's sashimi, though.

[zenithangelic]

Hi could I get fallout 4 companions with a sole survivor that's really good at cooking/baking? Even though there's a lack of resources they're always able to make a tasty meal :)

FO4 Companions reacting to the Sole Survivor's cooking/baking skills:

Cait

Cait is initially skeptical, but she’s absolutely delighted when she tastes the Sole Survivor’s cooking.

She’ll tease you for being “too fancy” but can’t resist taking an extra serving of whatever’s on offer. Even with limited ingredients, she can sense the effort and love put into the dish.

Cait will often ask for something hearty, like a meat stew, and once she’s had a taste, she’ll go on about how it "hits the spot" after a long day of fighting.

Codsworth

Codsworth is always delighted when the Sole Survivor whips up something to eat, and he’ll politely offer his assistance, even if he’s not sure how to cook.

Whilst he can’t taste the food himself, he’ll always compliment the cooking, saying things like “It smells absolutely divine!” and offering praises for every dish.

Every meal becomes an opportunity for him to “fluff and polish,” ensuring the setting matches the quality of the food.

Curie

Curie is fascinated by cooking, always eager to learn new techniques, even if she sometimes gets things mixed up due to her scientific curiosity.

She loves the idea of making food “delicate” and “scientifically perfect,” so she’ll happily offer advice while watching you bake or cook.

Curie’s delighted with any dish, but if you make something with vegetables or fruits, she’ll be thrilled, claiming it’s “just like the old world” and perfect for a healthy life.

Paladin Danse

Paladin Danse is a bit of a meat-and-potatoes kind of guy, but he quickly learns to appreciate the Sole Survivor’s culinary prowess.

He’s always impressed that the Survivor can make something delicious out of practically nothing, but he’s especially fond of simple, hearty meals like roasted meat or stews.

Danse feels a little awkward about accepting the food at first, but once he digs in, he’s hooked. He’ll show his gratitude with a firm handshake and a grunt of approval.

Deacon

Deacon is totally into the fact that the Sole Survivor can create a good meal even when supplies are low. He’s all about resourcefulness and loves seeing the creative dishes that come out of seemingly nothing.

He’ll often make light-hearted jokes, suggesting you could sell your cooking as a new "underground recipe" in the Commonwealth.

Deacon’s definitely a fan of whatever is made with spices or anything that packs a punch—he loves the unexpected flavors.

Dogmeat

Dogmeat may not have a sophisticated palate, but the Sole Survivor’s cooking always makes him wag his tail and give an excited bark.

He particularly enjoys anything with meat in it, and even if it’s just a bit of leftover stew, he’ll happily share in the meal.

He’s a loyal taste tester and might nudge at your leg with a hopeful whine if he thinks there's any leftover scraps.

John Hancock

Hancock loves a hearty meal, and the Sole Survivor’s cooking quickly becomes one of his favorite parts of the day.

He’ll joke that “you’re the real hero of the Commonwealth” every time you serve him something tasty.

Sweet treats like pies and cookies have him absolutely hooked—he’s got a soft spot for anything that feels like a little piece of the past.

Robert MacCready

MacCready’s not exactly a food snob, but he’s very impressed when the Sole Survivor manages to create something edible out of the wasteland’s limited ingredients.

He’ll give a sarcastic comment at first, but after one bite, he’s all about the meal. He’s particularly fond of anything that’s spicy or has some heat to it.

He’ll often try to get you to make something “big and filling” since he’s always thinking about his next meal.

Nick Valentine

Nick is a man of simple tastes, but he definitely appreciates a well-cooked meal. He’s especially impressed when the Sole Survivor can bake something using barely any ingredients.

He’ll quietly savor each bite, complimenting you on your skill with a quiet, “You’ve got a real knack for this, kid.”

Nick loves anything with a bit of sweetness, like a nice pie or dessert, especially if it reminds him of the days before the war.

Piper Wright

Piper is overjoyed by the Sole Survivor’s cooking skills, and she’ll write about it in her journal, claiming that it’s “the best thing since sliced bread”—even if there’s no bread to be found.

She’s big on comfort food, so anything that’s hearty or filling is her go-to. She’ll always ask for seconds and enthusiastically praise your cooking.

She also loves to bake with you and will insist on trying her hand at recipes, even if they don’t always turn out quite as well as yours.

Preston Garvey

Preston is always grateful for a warm meal, especially when resources are tight. He’s definitely a fan of stews or dishes that have a good balance of protein and vegetables.

He’ll often tell you that “this kind of meal is just what we need to keep going.”

Preston might even offer to help cook, especially if it involves something he knows, like preparing simple meat dishes.

Strong

Strong, while mostly focused on his search for “milk of human kindness,” is deeply impressed when the Sole Survivor manages to cook up something that smells even remotely appetizing.

He’s not picky—anything with meat or something that can be gnawed on gets a thumbs-up from him.

Strong might even try to take a larger share of the food than everyone else, but he’ll show his appreciation with a grunt or a satisfied “good food, human.”

X6-88

X6-88 is more focused on his duties as a Courser than on food, but he quietly respects the Sole Survivor’s ability to prepare meals, especially given the wasteland's limited resources.

He’s practical, so he’ll appreciate whatever you make, but don’t expect any outward praise. He’ll simply state that the meal is “efficient.”

He prefers meals that are straightforward and no-nonsense—like grilled meat or something simple but nutritious.

Ada

Ada is fascinated by the idea of cooking in the wasteland, especially since she’s a robot and can’t taste anything herself. But she’s all about making sure the meal is “perfect” and will offer helpful suggestions.

She enjoys watching you cook, often pointing out how the ingredients could be optimised for better results. But when you bake something sweet, she’ll describe it as “incredibly efficient nourishment.”

Ada is especially impressed with any food that’s meticulously prepared or has a technological flair to it.

Automatron

Like Ada, Automatron lacks the ability to enjoy food, but they still value the efficiency and resourcefulness behind the Sole Survivor’s cooking.

They’re always keen to learn about the process and might even suggest improvements based on their mechanical knowledge.

Automatron might take notes as you prepare meals and will offer praise for any dish that has a perfect balance of ingredients.

Old Longfellow

Old Longfellow is a man who’s seen it all, and he’s particularly fond of a hearty, no-frills meal after a long day. He’ll often ask for simple dishes like fish, stews, or roasted meat.

He’ll quietly sit and enjoy the meal, nodding in approval after each bite, but he doesn’t always have much to say about it.

If you make something with seafood or something that reminds him of home, he’ll reminisce about the “good old days” in Far Harbor.

Porter Gage

Gage loves anything that’s simple and easy to prepare, but he’ll be downright impressed when the Sole Survivor manages to make something “top-tier” out of almost nothing.

He’s got a taste for bold flavors, so anything with a spicy kick or unique ingredient will catch his attention.

Gage might joke about you opening a restaurant in Nuka-World, but he’s genuine when he says you’ve got skills that most people in the wasteland can only dream of.

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[adarafaelbarba]

“are you frustrated with me?” “never”

With Rafael!!

I love your work 😭

A/N: Thank you so much for the love, hun 🥰 Always makes me really happy when my writing can resonate with people ❤️

Rafael could never find reasons for you frustrating him. He loved everything about you, from your smile to your soft words and gentle hugs.

You knew his coffee and food orders by heart, you listened to him rambling, and helped him with his closing arguments when he was too stuck in his own head, even when you had no background in law.

So when you stood there, in front of him, tears in your eyes, asking if he was frustrated with you, well, quite frankly, it broke his heart.

He shot forward and pulled you in for a tight hug. "Amor, you could never frustrate me, I'm sorry my work is getting in between us, let me make it up to you, we can go to that new Korean barbeque place you've been wanting to try out."

That made you scoff a little, a teary laugh following close behind. Rafael might be a big fan of sushi, had even tried his hand at fried rice. But unlike the spicy food he'd grown up with from his mami and abuelita, spicy food from Korea was something he was not used to at all, and he'd been saying time and time again how he wasn't sure he could eat it without getting nauseous.

"We don't have to--", you tried, but he simply shook his head and kissed your forehead.

"I can get the least spicy option on the menu, lets go out, my treat, amor."

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[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

im sad, pls yap about ur hcs for loser remus

i hope ur good anon esp bc i'm answering this two weeks late 💔

has two pairs of shoes and they're both falling apart

tote bag lover

cries a lot &it's mostly silly

cuts his own hair, it's very wonky but endearing

he tries doing skincare but his skin is gen horrible

acne

scars

limps

pimples

backpain

will literally do anything to prove himself 'worthy'

had a crush on 90% of his year at hogwarts

weak eyes but he doesn't like wearing glasses

contacts irritate his eyes

his prescription is olddd but he can't afford/can't be bothered to get it checked again

cannot handle spicy food

🧍🏻‍♂️ <- this is him

can't draw for shit but he tries !!!

scratchy handwriting on his notes

his schoolwork is super duper neat

cried when he got his prefect badge

mama's boy

loves his dad sm &is afraid of disappointing him

big fan of kids books

doesn't go to sleep without a light till he's like twenty (it's not even cute anymore but he's scared okay 😞)

lily shows him booktok and he cries

speaks like an old woman bc he grew up with his mum &her friends

reads &collects cookbooks but he doesn't know how to cook well at all

can't use chopsticks

[pizzabox-box]

Okay, so we know F. Pep is intolerant to lemons, but what about other citrus fruits ? Like oranges, grapefruits and tangerines ? Or just other kinds of fruits, grapes, apples, pears or hehe… kiwis ? Or what about completely different things like spicy food, is he tolerant with spicy food ?

Fake Peppino’s intolerance to lemons comes from the fact that he can taste through his skin and being highly sensitive to acids.

His diet mostly consists of things like: his own pizza, which is essentially just his own pseudough topped with various "toppings", other clones, whatever Noisette happens to cook up, and occasionally an entire pig. Suffice to say he doesn't get the daily recommended fruit and veggie intake. But if he was offered one he wouldn't hesitate to try.

He wouldn't have much issue with most fruit and veggies, unless they are too sour or spicy. Then he wouldn't be a big fan of them. So sweet oranges, grapefruits apples, grapes are fine as long as they're not unbearably sour! And kiwi's well...depends if we are talking about the bird or the fruit. He wouldn't go out of his way to get a tangy fruit but same cannot be said about chickens distant relative.. (If you're a kiwi, for your own safety don't aproach him without supervision)

He wouldn't take spicy food very well neither. They burn him. Menthol makes him shiver, too. And you definitely don’t want him drinking coffee or alcohol. Even a little sip of either will get a strong reaction out of him. (why? thats a yap session for another time)

(Who would gave known that the silly lemon comic would turn into an important lore piece down the line lol)