#...why did i suddenly start rambling about strawberry cookie am i okay-

[peppermintstarsonamintyway]

Who would have though that someone inmume to his trickery would become his biggest shot to the hard?

Cranberry Meringue was just trying to survive being trapped with him, and now she has an arcarne patron of chaos crushing on her

*wheeze* average d&d warlock experience /hj (no but literally she is involuntarily living the d&d warlock experience)

ngl i'd bet out of the entire story crew strawberry would be the ONLY one to catch onto what's happening, for various reasons there's no way that sweet pea of an introvert hasn't binged some cheesy romance stories in her free time if she's finished a game and has nothing else to do

[beelsbaby]

yummy love | Beelzebub

Chapter Eight: Christmas cookies

Summary: Everyone knows that Beel simps for you the most, even you, but you think Beel deserves better. Can Beelzebub break down your walls?

I’m sorry for not posting for two days, college sucks 😡 but here it is! Part 8!

Also, if you haven’t please go check out my 200 followers celebration post, I’d love for all of you guys to participate!

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As you and Asmo walk into the boutique, you were met with different fragrances. It reminded you of Bath & Bodyworks from the human world.

“Y/n! Come smell this lotion, its scent is devildom berries!” Asmo exclaimed while picking up the bottle. You walk over to him and he hovers to bottle under your nose. It smelled like strawberries, raspberries, and and cherries.

“It smells like the berries from back in my world.” You smiled, remembering how much you miss the food from your world.

“You miss your world?” Asmo asks you. You nod, “I do and I don’t. I don’t know if that makes any sense. I mean, I miss the food, the sun, the snow. But I didn’t have so many people who appreciated me like you all do. I love you guys. I’m rambling, I’m sorry!”

Asmo laughs a little as he puts two bottles in the basket, “You’re too cute, Y/n! We love you, too, obviously. Who wouldn’t?”

You smile as you pick up a lotion bottle and smell it. It smells like Christmas cookies. Beel would love Christmas cookies.

“Beel, hm?” Asmo arched his eyebrow. Did you say that out loud? Ugh, of course you did. Will he say anything? Will he tease you?

“Yes, Beel would eat anything, so he’d definitely like them.” He giggles, then gasps “Here it is! The new cleanser!”

You have never been so grateful for a cleanser than you are now. You watch as Asmo puts the entire cleanser line in his basket. You smiled, he looks like a kid in a candy store.

“You ready to go, Y/n? Ooooh what are you buying?”

You turn around and follow Asmo to the cash register, “Oh, just this lotion. Smells nice.”

Asmo looks at your hand and sees the lotion. Winter Delight. The one you said smells like cookies. Also the one you mentioned Beel with. Hmm he thought, this might be easier than I anticipated.

“Wonderful!” He smirks. You pause, it’s almost the same smirk Mammon gave you as you were leaving, you decide to ignore it and pay for the lotion. Asmo meets you at the entrance of the store, “I want to get a new jacket, do you mind, darling?” Asmo asks. You shake your head and giggle, “Nope as long as you model for me!”

“Oh, darling, of course I can!” He pulls you towards the store.

Asmo walks towards the jackets section. You decide to let him do his thing and walk around the store yourself. You don’t see asphalt anywhere so decide to send him a message to ask where he is typical he doesn’t respond he’s in his own little world right now you put your phone back in your pocket. When you look up and see the cutest outfit on the floor display and walk towards it it was really nice

“Oooh Y/n! You’d look so cute in that!” Asmo suddenly gushes. You jump a little, not expecting him to have been behind you. “Oh no no, I was just looking at it! I don’t— is that the jacket you want?” You see a light pink, almost white jacket in his hand.

He smiles, “Yes! What do you think?”

“Try it on!” You laugh. He takes off his current jacket and politely hands it to you. He puts on the new jacket and poses, “Thoughts?”

“It looks amazing on you, Asmo! Definitely get it.” His smile grows instantly as he takes in your compliment. He starts to go on a tangent on how he’ll need new shoes to match. You look out the store and your eyes land on the store across the mall. It’s a spice store. Beel’s sauce!

“Hey Asmo?” You interrupt.

“Oh, yes, Y/n?” He looks at you, he can’t read what you’re feeling, “Everything okay?”

“Oh yeah! Sorry, I just need to run into that store really quick, do you mind if I run in while you pay?” You ask. He looks at the story were pointing to, Devildom Spices and Sauces. He smiles, “Of course not! I’ll meet you at the spa?” You nod and run off the other store.

Asmo chuckles, you both are SO whipped for each other, it’s ridiculously cute!

As you enter the store you walk around the entire store before you finally spot the sauce. You grab two and head towards the cash register. That’s when you noticed a box of chocolates. Hershey’s. Wait a minute you think these are from the human world! You quickly grab three boxes and rush to the cash register. As you’re paying, you get a phone call.

“Hello Y/n? I’m at the spa!” Asmo announces as you picked up the phone.

“Oh I’m sorry Asmo! I must of lost track of time, I’ll be right there!”

You hang up and quickly thank the demon that attended you and rush out the store.

When you get to the spa you see Asmo with three bags instead of one.

“It seems someone got carried away!” You giggle. He laughs, “Yes, but I just need matching accessories! It was vital!”

Both walking to the massage rooms and get situated. Now it’s the time as well thinks.

“Y/n, darling?” Asmo speaks up.

“Yes, Asmo?” You answer back.

He pauses, trying to find the right words. “Y/n, can I ask you something?”

You look up and see how serious he looks. You’re not used to him looking so serious. You knew something was up. Especially the moment he didn’t make a single comment as you were undressing in the dressing rooms. But you are interested in his question, “Sure.”

“Why don’t you think you’re enough for Beel?”

You pause, not expecting that question let alone the bluntness of it you both hear the masseuses walk in so you put your heads back down but you know Asmo is still waiting for your answer.

“I-I don’t know. I mean just look at him he’s the sweetest guy ever met. He’s just so kind and caring. And his smile just lights up the room. He just does so much for everyone he loves and he tries his best to be the very best he can be and don’t get me started on how cute he is! Not even in the human world have I seen somebody so cute and tall and loving! He’s just... perfect. Everything he does gives me butterflies but... I don’t even know who I am, who I want to be. He deserves the very best and I don’t know if I can give him that.”

Asmo is silent for a while, contemplating your speech. Finally, he knows exactly what to tell you.

“Y/n. I just don’t think it’s fair for you to make that decision for him. He might not be the smartest but he knows what he wants and that’s you. It doesn’t matter to him that you don’t know who you want to be, he’s obviously waiting there for you, he wants to help you and wants to be with you! The way he talks about you— I mean it’s just so cute when he just lights up when your name is mentioned. Don’t let the negatives make a decision so important for you, for him. That big guy loves you. He has proved time and time again that no matter how many times you put him down it doesn’t kill his determination to be with you. Can’t you see that means something? That you mean something to him? Give him a chance and most importantly, give yourself a chance. You both deserve to be happy.”

When Asmo stops talking, you could feel tears falling down your and you’re pretty sure the masseuse could feel the tension slip away from your body.

“Y/n?” Asmo asks, scared he upset you.

“I’m okay I’m just a sensitive bitch” you laugh while wiping your tears. He slowly chuckles along, still a little wary.

“Look let me think about this with a clear head, then I’ll get back to you”

He smiles, he knew only he could have completed this task, “Of course, Y/n.”

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I put a lot of emotion in this oOPS

It’s all coming together😈

Let’s see what Belphie can do!

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Prompt 5: “What’s that smell… are you making cookies?” + 60. “I feel like there’s more frosting on you than on the gingerbread.” + 75. “Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays, love.”

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Requested: Yes, by anon. 

Pairing: Yukio Okumura/Reader

Word count: 1,5k + bonus at the end 8)

SFW.

Warnings: takes place after current manga events. Read the bonus plz 8)

Beta-read by @/no-remorse. Thank you! <3

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Your ball pen scribbled on the paper angrily, causing you to hum in defeat sixth time this day. You facepalmed and looked at the mug with hot chocolate, that was now only half-full. Getting suspicious, you furrowed your brows and squinted at the mug - where was that mountain of tiny marshmallows you had put earlier? Did one of your familiars decided to prank you and - unintentionally - make your day a little bit worse than it already was?

Before you could summon them, what suddenly dawned upon you was your very own thought - that YOU did, in fact, eat all the marshmallows. Furthermore, prior to the eating, you thought it was a good idea to count them all; you don't get the chance to procrastinate very often, especially in front of your very important paper.

Swallowing the last amounts of the sweet, brown liquid in a few gulps - you decided to head downstairs to clear your mind and check on Yukio, who a few hours ago claimed to go and help Rin in the kitchen. As you were going down each step, the smell of baking pastries filled your nostrils; the smell so good that you felt was almost seductively inviting you to the hot room. Despite the internal battle to resist further distraction, you gave in.

“What’s that smell… are you making cookies?”

Upon entering the kitchen and awaiting hearing the answer, you almost collided with running Rin, who screamed as he made his way to the oven. You stared at him, rising one of your brows; you watched as he hurriedly took the baking tray out and place it on the counter nearby. Half-demon sighed, voicing his frustration out loud.

"You should go and take a break, I can watch the cookies in the meanwhile. And yes, we are," You hear Yukio say after placing the dirty mug in the sink. He was cutting out the cookies with many different cutters and seemed not to take his eyes off them, even if talking to Rin. His brother whined, not fully convinced, "I don't know, man... I'm kinda scared to leave you alone with... all that baking..." he murmured the last part, but - much to his dismay - Yukio's sharp ears picked it up, for which he got scolded anyway.

"Hey! It's just baking, I am able to turn off the oven and get the baking tray out, okay?!" Yukio slammed his fist against the table, causing one gingerbread man to fall off. You watched them in entertainment, picking the cookie up and placing it back on the parchment paper, "Alright, boys. I'll help Yukio in the kitchen, you go get a nap, Rin. You look like shit." you said honestly, playing with Yukio's brown locks lightly. Rin appeared to be fake-offended by what you said, but eventually, he agreed; his apron has been hung on a rack and he left the kitchen, heading to the shower first - after all, baking for all day long has taken a toll on him.

You shifted your attention to Yukio, who still kept quietly cutting out the cookies; you placed a soft kiss on his forehead and messed his hair up in a joking manner to annoy him. You asked him if he needs any help with his current task, but Yukio only shook his head, and politely declined. You sat next to him and started to cure your boredom by observing Yukio's face - even if it still seemed to be a little annoyed, you knew that deep down, he's happy. After all those events, his relationship with his twin brother was getting better; he's been reaching out to him more and more by himself, even if the activities were rather trivial - nonetheless, Rin appreciated that and the fact, that his brother wanted to fix their broken relationship was enough for him already.

"Can you... stop looking at me like that?" he asked embarrassed, blushing ever so slightly, "Have you finished your paper?"

"No," you started to nudge one of the cookies with your nail, only to get your hand lightly slapped away by Yukio, "I haven't. I couldn't focus, but I have most of it done already." You answered somewhat coldly, checking out your rainbow-colored nails. Yukio noticed your irritation, concluding that it was better to let you have a break, so he could later help you.

Yukio readjusted his glasses with his arm, placing the cookie cutters on the table, "Do you wanna... decorate the cookies with me?" he asked shyly, glancing at the full baking tray that Rin left on the counter earlier. You perked up, nodding your head happily, and stood up to get everything ready - you got the unbaked gingerbread cookies ready on the baking tray, then got decorating supplies ready on the table that Yukio had cleaned up with a damp cloth. You carefully arranged the cookies next to each other, then sat down and waited for Yukio, that was getting out another batch of cookies from the oven.

Your legs were dangling as you observed him getting closer and closer, your eyes not leaving his hips until he sat down with a loud "thump"; he glared at you playfully, "No shame. Not at all..." he murmured, receiving a kiss in return, "Well, we have everything. Do you wanna sta-" he stopped mid-sentence, noticing that you had already started decorating. He sighed heavily, grabbed one gingerbread cookie, and cracked a smile when he heard you giggle at his overdramatic reaction.

There was quite a variety of different flavored frosting types on the table - banana, strawberry, coconut, toffee, chocolate, and more - Rin really seemed to buy every single one. Yukio worked precisely with his frosting pen, giving a reindeer-shaped gingerbread a smiley face, as well as red, strawberry-flavored antlers and bright nose. The reindeer got "extremely long, white legs"  - or what Yukio claimed to be - socks, as well as a light brown body made out of toffee-flavored frosting. As the brown-haired male proclaimed that the gingerbread is done, his hand reached for another one - this time, the cookie happened to be in the shape of a snowflake. The curiosity within got the best of him though, and even though he started to decorate it - his sight wandered onto you.

You, on the other hand - managed to somehow decorate six gingerbread men already; your face was covered with yellow frosting, as well as your lips.

Is this why the banana one vanished so quickly?

"[Y/N],"

You looked at his face innocently, blinking at him, "Yes?"

“I feel like there’s more frosting on you than on the gingerbread.”

"Wow. I just needed to see if it was eatable. Besides, I worked hard on my cookies, you know!" you declared, dropping your frosting pen and crossing your arms.

Yukio laughed softly, tapping your shoulder to make you face him.

You turned your head to gaze at his face, but before you could do that - you felt a pair of warm lips in the corner of your very own.

"I know you worked hard. And I do love every single one. I just... I'm sorry that I don't say things like that more often, and I'm sorry that I used to leave you thinking that I don't appreciate things you do... for me. For everyone. I-"

You pulled his chin and crashed your lips onto his to silence his neverending rambling.

After making sure the kiss was long enough for him to shut up, you pulled apart first, "I know, Yukio. We talked about it," you started, "I love you. I know you always wanted the best for me, hell, you still do now. I always knew you cared, even if you didn't say anything."

He leaned his forehead against yours, closing his eyes.

“Merry Christmas, love.”

"Merry Christmas to you too, my babycakes."

Yukio inhaled sharply, "...This one time," the air he sucked in got exhaled through his nose, "I will agree to be your babycakes."

  Bonus:

"Alright, guys! Good job with the cookies!" Rin exclaimed happily, grinning at the pile of gingerbread cookies, "And none got burned! I'm impressed!" He placed his arms on his hips, standing proudly. "Yeah, whatever. We ran out of the frosting too fast," you yawned, rubbing your eyes, "Anyway, I gotta go and finish my paper. See ya, boys." You kissed them both on the cheeks and left the kitchen, lazily getting upstairs.

Yukio was doing the dishes, as the growing pile of dirty plates and bowls seemed to frighten him.

Rin finished brooming and wiped the sweat off his face, then looked mischievously at his twin brother.

"So, babycakes, huh?"

Yukio flinched, choking on his own spit.

Yet, you still wonder what made Rin laugh so hard he passed out that day.

[chris-evans-indian-fanfic]

Lifetimes

Chapter 2

Description - Detective Okoye finds out more about King Steven's past as you are subjected to further torture

Warning - Horror, mutilation, torture, Dark!Steve

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Detective Okoye sipped coffee as she examined the crime scene report on her desk. It had been more than 2 months since you had been the victim of the heinous crime. She narrowed her eyes as she read the report for probably the millionth time. The case was littered with problems.

First of all, they couldn't find your dead body. They had searched across the city and the state and had turned up empty handed. 

Secondly, the forensic team had secured two different sets of fingerprints from the crime scene atop the cliff. One set belonged to you, the other, your killer. However, their database couldn't match the fingerprints with any US citizen and known terrorists. Even the CIA, FBI and even the Interpol turned up empty-handed. 

The team also found paper-thin scraps of ash scattered across the cliff and the road. Their scientists could not make sense of that either. 

Lastly, they had absolutely no leads to chase down your attacker. The security cameras hadn't caught anything. There were no witnesses, except the one statement from Chris Evans, who continuously rambled on about the deep scar on the attacker's face. 

"You need to stop reading that file Oko. You are not a part of the investigation anymore," Detective Natasha's voice broke through Okoye's thoughts.

"I can't let it go Nat," Okoye responded, rubbing her forehead, "I keep thinking that I have missed something."

Nat closed the file and sat on the desk, "Look, I know it's frustrating to break your perfect record. But sometimes there are cases which you just can't solve."

Okoye sighed, "10 years Nat. I have solved every single case in the last decade. No matter if it was a simple house robbery or taking down a drug cartel, I have always cracked all of my cases. And now this?" Okoye slammed down her coffee mug in disgust, "I have been assigned desk duty because I couldn't solve this case."

"You know it's temporary till things dial down a bit," Nat tried to reason, "When the girlfriend of an international superstar goes missing, his fans and the media tend to erupt," Nat placed a hand on her shoulder, "You will be back soon Oko."

"Evans hasn't received a call for ransom?" Okoye inquired.

Nat shook her head, "I don't think she is alive Oko."

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You opened your eyes, the whispers in the dark playing on a loop in your head, "What does he want?" , "Ya no puedo soportar esto" , "Who is she?" , "Quiero ir a casa" , "I make my most humble apology" ,"Nobis auxilium Dominus!" You only recognized English, the rest of the few languages alien to your ears. Besides you, you could see the terrified figures of ancient women who resembled your features.

You tried to speak to them, but no sound escaped your orifice. You were frozen, but were yet somehow still moving. The edge of your skin, along with others, shed like thin layers of ash, only to be replenished by the wind. 

It's this what death felt like? Were you a ghost?

The voices in your head suddenly went silent as everyone heard the despicable cackle of the man who commanded all of you.

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It was dusk when Okoye walked towards the National History museum with her 5-year-old daughter in tow. She waved when she saw Carol with her son.

"Thank you so much for coming along!" Carol grinned as they hugged, "David was dying to look at the new exhibit."

Okoye brushed her off, "Please there's no need to thank me. Aurelia is just as much of a history enthusiast as David."

They joined the long line of people, mostly parents with their kids, waiting for their turn to enter. "I had no idea this exhibit was so popular," Okoye admitted as she took in the crowd. 

"Yeah. Ever since the discovery of the Aveninfin kingdom, suddenly everyone is a history nerd," Carol commented, "Still, I think it's cool that they found the remnants of an entire kingdom underneath the Texan desert." 

As they entered the museum, both the kids ran off towards the children's section of the exhibit where the tour guide was handing out pamphlets.

Okoye sucked in a deep breath, "Umm Carol, I wanted to talk about the bake sale this Saturday-"

"Yes Maria and I are going to bake lemon squares, chocolate cupcakes and vanilla-strawberry cookie spirals," Carol interrupted her, "I was thinking Maria will present the lemon squares from your end? We will say you are currently caught up with work and handed over your goodies to us," she knowingly winked at Okoye.

Her eyes filled with tears at Carol's kind words, "I am sorry," Okoye barely whispered.

"Oko, you have nothing to apologise for. It's difficult being a single mother and an awesome ass-kicking detective at the same time. Don't be harsh on yourself," Carol tried to console her by rubbing her back, "We love Aurelia. And we love you! It also helps that you gang up with me to prank my wife," Carol beamed.

They strolled in the museum, always keeping an eye on the kids as their activities continued. After about an hour or so, the kids dispersed. "Mommy," Aurelia called out, "did you see the handprint painting?" 

"No baby I didn't," Okoye replied. Her daughter led her by taking two of Okoye's fingers in her small hands. "You should see this mommy! You are a defective. This is also like defective work."

Okoye couldn't help but laugh at her daughter's innocence, "That's right baby, I am a defective."

She picked her up when they reached the fingerprint portion of the exhibit. Aurelia pointed out to one set of fingerprints, "See? Just like you explained," she clapped her hands once for impact. 

Okoye chuckled, kissing her daughter's forehead. She looked at the various sets of fingerprints. Most of them were unnamed, except three. One belonged to the King's right hand man called Buchanan, the other to the Queen named Luna and finally, the King himself, Steven Grant. 

Okoye stared at Steve's fingerprints. There was something eerily familiar about them. She stared harder, trying to identify them when suddenly, realisation hit her like an iceberg. 

Could it be? No it was impossible. But the intricate pattern of the fingerprints undoubtedly matched the ones in her file! 

She immediately unlocked her phone and compared the two images. They were identical! Okoye dialled Natashas's number, informing her of the development. "I will be there in 20 minutes," she replied.

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Detectives Okoye and Natasha sat across the table from Dr Bruce Banner, the archeologist behind the discovery of the Aveninfin kingdom. It had been three days since Okoye's lead, and now, it seemed they were back to square one. 

It seemed that nobody on Bruce's staff had used the fingerprints to commit the crime. Everybody had airtight alibis, even the doctor himself. 

"I don't know what I can tell you ladies anymore-" Bruce started saying. But Natasha swiftly interrupted him, "Detectives," she spat with authority.

He held up his hands in resignation, "Sorry. Detectives. I have nothing new to share. You guys have been to my house, my lab and my office. You have interrogated my staff and colleagues. I really don't know how can-," he was interrupted again.

"A heinous crime was committed, and," Okoye pointed a finger at him, "fingerprints of your King Steven were found at the crime scene. So you really expect us to believe that he came back from the dead just to murder Chris Evans' girlfriend?"

"Legends share that King Steven never died," Bruce half-smiled at his pathetic joke. "Look, you guys are the detectives. Isn't it your job to," he gestured in a random direction, "detect this?"

"What was the need to even obtain fingerprints from an archeological site?" Okoye inquired.

Bruce looked squarely at her, "Fingerprints help us study human evolution Detective. We were lucky to have found their fingerprints painted on the wall and imprinted in the mudcakes."

"Mudcakes?" Nat cocked an eyebrow.

Bruce took a deep breath, "The people of Aveninfin believed that the dead would find a way back in case the living ever needed them. However, the dead spirits would need to identify their graves and their loved ones. So after the death of any citizen, they would press the deceased palms onto a patch of damp mud, which would then solidify, leaving behind an imprint."

Okoye bit her cheek, "But you just said that King Steven isn't believed to be dead."

Bruce shook his head, "I said legends claimed that. Folk-lore, fairy tales, ancient myth. There's no way to actually verify this."

Natasha checked her watch, "Well, we still have about an hour or so left for this interrogation to end. So why don't you indulge us Doctor?" she requested in her sweet venomous voice.

Rubbing his eyes, Bruce took a deep breath. "Okay," he said, "How much do you remember about the history of Aveninfin from school?" 

Both the women looked at each other. "Wasn't it a kingdom ruined by greed and ambition?" Okoye guessed.

Bruce nodded in response, "The king, Steven Grant, wanted to conquer the entire world just like Alexander had once set out to. In the 17th century, when the kingdom of Aveninfin was at its peak, King Steven married a Sorceress by the name of Luna. It is believed that Queen Luna gained her powers from the moon. A bit Luna-tic, amirite?" Bruce's another lame attempt at a joke was met with stony silence.

He cleared his throat, "So anyways, Queen Luna saw how the kingdom and it's citizens suffered in poverty while the King, his aid Buchanan and the corrupt traders and officers enjoyed the riches. She knew of his ambition to conquer the world and so, she killed him by poisoning him. But, here is where things get interesting."

Bruce shifted in his seat, the  excitement in his voice mirroring in his body language, "The Queen didn't account for Buchanan's loyalty. You see, in some iterations of the legend, it is said that the King and Buchanan were lovers, in others, they were mentioned as close comrades. Buchanan was said to be raised by witches, and so, when he realised that the King had been poisoned, he went and dug open his grave to revive the King."

Natasha looked disinterested and Okoye managed to keep a passive expression as Bruce rambled on. "Buchanan apparently gave half of his soul to the King, so that King Steven can live. But this only made matters worse. Now both, the King and Buchanan, existed in the world of the living, and also in the realm of the dead. This place… this-this sweet nexus of two dimensions cursed the beings with unimaginable power, and pain."

Okoye gave Natasha half a smile as the latter yawned, "Let me guess the next part Doctor," Natasha offered, "The King laid waste to the entire kingdom and buried it within the ground where the sun doesn't shine?" 

Deflated, Bruce sank back in his chair, "Yeah."

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You were passing through buildings, cars, houses, trees and God knows what. Suddenly, you came to a stop. You were surprised when you saw King Steve, or "Conqueror of the Paranormal, Leader of the Occult Study and Summoner of Death, His Majesty King Steven Grant" as he liked to call himself, converse with another man. 

This stranger's hair was tied in a small ponytail. His physique was just as massive and looked just as strong as Steve's.  

His magic command wore off just a bit as he was speaking with the stranger. You were able to move your face and a little portion of your limbs. You gasped in your head as you finally took in the condition of the women around you. Some women were missing their palms, feet, or even entire hands and legs. A few had their entire torsos cut so that you could only see their spine connecting their head with their hips. While the face of one woman was absent of her eyeballs, the other one's neck had been chopped off in a gruesome manner.

Steve's power over you started weaning further as he became more agitated in his conversation. Your eyesight became a bit clearer, the shades of black and grey slowly shifting into focus.

You had to find a way out of this prison. By now, you understood that all the women in King Steven's harem had been murdered and kept captive. This could not be death. You didn't want it to be.

Looking downwards at your feet, you noticed the faint wisps of ash detaching from your body and collecting on the ground below. It could easily be confused as dust in a small quantity, but when shed in a larger amount, it could form a trail of sorts...

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A FEW DAYS later saw Okoye sitting at her desk with her head in her hands. "Oko," Natasha approached her gently.

"You know, if I had any hair on my head I would be pulling them out right now," Okoye joked miserably. 

"I told you before Oko. Some cases are too twisted to be solved. Do you know how many cases in the US go unsolved? Probably-"

"Wait," Okoye interrupted Natasha, "What did you just say?" 

Natasha looked a bit surprised, "Ummm… Do you know how many cases go unsolved?"

"That's it!" exclaimed Okoye. She rushed towards the Records room of the precinct, with Natasha hot on her heels. "What's 'it'?" she asked.

"We need to check whether these fingerprints have come up in the last 6 months in the unsolvable crimes committed," Okoye explained, "Think about it Nat. Dr Banner told us that they retrieved the prints 6 months ago right? So there has to be-"

Natasha sighed, "Well it is a lead. But…" "But what?" Okoye responded. 

"You are grasping at straws Oko. Don't you think it would have been in the news if a murder went unsolved heart because the prints couldn't be traced? Look I…," Natasha hesitated, "I know you are desperate. Frustrated even. But this has started to affect your health and work and I can't just stand by and be a silent spectator."

"Then don't be one. Join me and help me in solving this," Okoye urged.

Natasha just shook her head, "If… if you don't give up this case Okoye then-"

"Then what Natasha?" Okoye almost spat her name.

"I will have to report you," Natasha's threat sounded like a plea.

Okoye squared her shoulders, "After everything we have gone through?"

Natasha looked at her with a painful expression, "Yes. Especially after everything we have gone through. I just cannot let you destroy your career behind one case. You weren't even supposed to interrogate Dr Banner! This… this stops now."

Both the women stared at one another, refusing to back down. Finally, Natasha muttered something under her breath and left the Records room as Okoye kept glaring at her back.

36 HOURS LATER, Okoye found a nondescript manila envelope on her desk, buried under her pile of unprocessed files with a note, "Hope this helps! - Peter P." She casually angled her body in a way which hid the contents of the envelope as she opened it. Her eyes widened at the information displayed in front of her.

King Steven's fingerprints were found at crime scenes that dated back all the way to 1915, almost around the time when the police started using science and technology to obtain and analyse fingerprints. 

As she flipped through the pages, she noted the years of the crimes committed. 1915, 1933, 1954, 1974, 1997 and lastly, 2020. A quick mental calculation made her realise that the average number of years between these murders were approximately between 20-22.

But nothing prepared her for what she saw next.

The photographs of all the female victims closely resembled your face. Sure, there was a difference in the colour of their skin, languages and backgrounds. But their facial features were identical. 

Moreover, there was a striking similarity in the way the crime was committed. The women were kidnapped and then disappeared without a trace. 

Okoye sat back in her chair as realisation struck her like a thunderbolt. Could it be? Was there really an undead entity hunting these women? And for what?

🌑

You were moving again. Every part of you was frozen, except the tips of your thumb and forefinger, thanks to King Steve still seething in anger. Rubbing them together furiously, you tried to communicate with others through your mind, urging them to do the same.

It continued for a while when suddenly, you felt yourself freeze completely. 

That disdainful cackle was back in your head, "Hehehehe. Honey wants to shed her skin? HER SKIN!!! Wants to be rescued. RESCUED! Don't like me? ME! Doesn't want skin? SKIN? SKIN! Then I will take it. TAKE IT!"

You felt his shadow push into you with force as your now solid forms collided with the ground. His blade, now shining brighter than the sun, cut into your sides as you silently screamed in agony. 

Pain seared through you as he started peeling the skin from your entire body, only to reveal the ghastly organs beneath. Muscle, bones, veins and all were now on display. Nobody could hear your blood-curdling screams except the women surrounding you, their howls of horror joining yours as once again, you were reminded about who was in charge.

"Need skin," Steve muttered as he kept cutting into you, "Have hands, legs, face, torso, everything. EVERYTHING! Need skin to put her back together. To bring her back. She will breathe. She will be alive. ALIVE!"

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Power of the Internet 2

Hey, guys :) I wrote a sequel. You should read the first one before reading this. You can find it here.

Summary: Confessing my feelings for Beca - Chloe Beale.

Hope you enjoy it :D

Chloe ran around her apartment frantically, looking for her keys that she knew were hiding somewhere in plain sight. She was running late as usual. She checked her living room, bedroom, even inside the fridge because sadly it happened before then stopped and took a deep breath. She looked around herself and suddenly glanced at the key holder on the wall and deadpanned. 

Of course, the one time she actually placed the keys where they were supposed to be that’s when she couldn’t find them. Shaking off her thoughts, she ripped the keys away and glanced back toward the little puppy standing in the hallway, watching her with the saddest eyes Chloe ever saw. 

“Aw, mommy will be back soon, baba. You’re gonna get you shots tomorrow then we’re going on the biggest walk ever, okay?” She cooed sweetly and opened her door, stepping out into the sun and walking to her car. 

She set up her camera on the dashboard safely and buckled up. Pressing record, she smiled bright into the lenses. 

“Good morning.” She sing-songed cheerfully. “Sorry, if I look a little insane. I couldn’t find my keys this morning and I ran around the house like a maniac, Bella probably thought I was crazy but long story short, I did lock the house.” She held up the keys for proof. 

“Anyway...I’m actually going to take you guys to a very special place today.” Chloe’s tone went up in pitch as her excitement grew. “I’ve been literally begging her for months now to let me see it but she was a tough cookie to crack but as you can probably guess it, I did.” Chloe smirked. “Beca invited me to come to the studio and have a look around! Isn’t that the best? Isn’t she the best?”

She could jump from joy in the driver seat but instead she turned on the engine, preparing to back out from the driveway. “I’m so excited. But first, we’re going to Starbucks to grab her and me a coffee because I just can’t function and then we’re gonna get a tour! I’ll see you in a little bit.” Chloe winked playfully and shot off the recording, and pulled away from her house and onto the highway.

Twenty minutes later, she reached the studio’s security gate and after giving the guy her name, she was let in easily. Beca was already waiting for her in front of the back door, rubbing her hands together. 

Chloe let her eyes wander over her outfit, Beca’s signature black ripped t-shirt with equally ripped black jeans made Chloe took in a deep breath. She looked insanely hot to the redhead. Parking the car, Chloe grabbed her stuff and turned on her camera, focusing on Beca’s frame. 

She skipped the few meters between them and giggled, wrapping her arms around her shoulder but making sure she was capturing the moment. Ever since their first video together, her fans were going ballistic over their relationship even thought, they informed them it was platonic. The fans made up a ship name for them as well, some of them calling them Bhloe which was just weird but Chloe appreciated the pun but her favorite was Bechloe. She liked the sound of that.

“Hey, stranger.” Chloe smiled, squeezing her tightly. Chloe got into a habit of calling Beca stranger after her title vidoe

“Hey, weirdo.” Beca greeted back and circled her arms around her waist, placing her chin on Chloe’s shoulder. This girl waltzed into her life and completely changed it for the better. 

Not trusting herself to not sniff Chloe’s strawberry scented hair, Beca quickly pulled away and a black camera was instantly in her eye of sight. 

“Arg, Chloe, again? You know I don’t like being filmed.” Beca whined but did nothing to shield her face and kept looking at the girl who grinned playfully. 

“Too bad because my - or should I say our fans now loves seeing you.” Chloe purposefully inched closer the device to Beca’s face, laughing when the girl pushed her hand away. “Beca say hi.” 

“Hey.” Beca said awkwardly, switching her gaze between the lenses and Chloe’s eyes. “I still not sure where to look. I feel weird.” 

Chloe smiled sweetly. “Just look at me. You’re fine.” Deep blue orbs met ocean blue ones as Beca already felt calmer. 

“Ar - are you ready for the tour?” Beca asked after a moment of silence and Chloe’s smile returned to its full potential. 

Chloe opened up her door, ushering in Beca first before kicking it close behind her, Bella had the tendency of escaping every opportunity she has to play in the dirt outside. The little puppy barked out loud, waving his tail excitedly and jumping up and down in front of Beca. 

The brunette instantly kneeled down and got attack by Bella, licking every inch of her face she could reach. Chloe smiled fondly at the scene as she quickly grabbed her camera and pointed at the pair. As soon as Beca met Bella, they both fell in love with each other.

“Hey, babyyy...I missed you too. Yeah I did.” Beca cooed uncharacteristically as Chloe circled around them while pouting.

“Hey, I didn’t get this kind of treatment. Didn’t you miss me? I’m jealous.” She asked halfhearted hurt tone slipping into her voice. The album Beca was working on for months fastly approached its deadline so the girl worked her butt off, often not having enough time to spend with the redhead. 

Beca looked up from her place on the floor, hands busy patting the puppy who still hasn’t calmed down. “I saw you a week ago. I haven’t seen her in a month. There’s a difference.” Beca commented before smirking. “Plus she’s way cuter than you.” 

Chloe gasped. “How dare you? You take that back, Beca Mitchell. Now!” 

Beca stuck out her tongue at the redhead. “Sorry can’t do. It’s on camera.” 

“You know I edit my own videos, right? I can make you look like a jerk. Or worse...the sweetest person ever.” Chloe threatened jokingly, camera still recording. 

“No, we can’t have that.” Beca played along and with one final kiss on Bella’s head, stood up. “What can I do to change your mind?” 

Chloe tilted her head, pretending to think before a smile blossomed on her lips. “You can be in my Q&A today. I got a bunch of questions about you.” 

“I still don’t get it, dude.” Beca glanced down at the floor. “Why am I such a big deal to your fans? I’m nothing interesting.” 

Unconsciously, Chloe lowered her camera, an unreadable expression on her features. “I’m really sad you can’t see how amazing you are. But it’s okay because I’ll spend everyday telling it to you.”

“Hello, guys and welcome back to my channel. Today I’m joined by the lovely and talented, Beca Mitchell. Say hi, Beca.” Chloe said cheerfully and shook her head when Beca awkwardly waved before averting her eyes. 

The pair were sitting on Chloe’s couch against the wall while the camera was in front of them set up in a tripod. Chloe had her phone in her hand, while Bella took residents on Beca’s lap, sleeping the day away. 

“You guys sent us some questions on Twitter and we’ll do our best to answer all of them.” Chloe glanced at Beca for assurance. “But we probably can’t because you sent us thousands but we’ll try. Anyway, let’s get started.”

“First question. Where did you guys meet?” Chloe smiled excitedly and looked at Beca. “I’ll let you answer this one.” 

“Why?” Beca asked, adjusting Bella’s foot to not dig into her stomach. 

“Because otherwise you won’t talk and I’ll ramble away like I usually do and then it won’t be a joint Q&A. Plus, they want to get to know you as well as me.” 

Beca rolled her eyes but obliged. “Fine. We met at our park but we didn’t really meet that day. You were talking to your camera like a weirdo -”

“As one does.” 

“- then your crazy fans thought we were dating so you messaged me on Twitter and we met in a coffee shop.” 

“And the rest is history.” Chloe nodded. “That’s right. Good job.” She held out her hand for a high-five and Beca reluctantly give her one. 

“Okay, next question. What’s the dumbest way you injured yourself?” Chloe read the question from her phone. “Tripping over my own feet, probably. You?”

Beca looked down at the floor and blushed. “Falling off a couch?” 

Chloe furrowed her eyebrow. “How can you fall off a couch? Were you drunk?”

“No.” Beca sighed. “From jumping up and down.” 

“Beca, everybody’s done that when they were young.” Chloe said.

“I - I wasn’t a kid.”

“How old were you?” Chloe’s features lit up in amusement as Beca tired to dodge answering the question. 

“That wasn’t the question!” Beca shrieked making a laugh bubble out from Chloe’s mouth. 

“Okay, fine I don’t have to say it. But I’m definitely getting the answer out from you once we’re done.” 

Beca rolled her eyes and ran her fingers through Bella’s smooth fur. “Next question, please?”

“What movie can you watch over and over without ever getting tired of?” Chloe said, turning to the camera. “For me, every disney movie ever. No reason, no preference just put it on and I’m yours.” 

“Wow, you’re easy.” Beca teased earning a hard shove from the redhead before answering the question. “I don’t like movies thus I don’t watch them over and over again.”

Chloe pointedly looked at the camera. “Yeah, guys I know. I didn’t believe at first either but sadly it is really true. I tried to take her out to movies or have girls night a couple of times and each time I couldn’t convince her to watch one movie. One! I was miserable.” 

“Hey!” Beca protested, leaning forward slightly but careful not to disturb the sleeping animal. “What about me? You tried to use your puppy dog eyes on me and it took everything in me not to cave.” She turned to the lenses. “She has like a superpower with her eyes. Once you meet her and she looks at you, you’d be struggling to say no to her.” 

Chloe grinned. “But I only use it for good cause, right?” 

“Well, you use it on me everything time we meet to get what you want so no.” Beca grudged.

Chloe’s face fell slightly. “Okay, you make me sound like a terrible person.” 

Beca’s eyes widened as she snapped her head to the redhead and she realized she went too far with her joke. She softened her features and danced her fingers on Chloe’s knuckles on the couch. “I’m sorry. That’s not true, I’m just being a jerk.” 

“It’s okay.” Chloe replied, sending a gentle smile at Beca. She grinned down at her phone when Beca didn’t pull her hand away. “Okay. Are you ticklish?” 

Beca physically shivered at the words before unconvincingly shook her head. “N-no. Absolutely not.” 

Chloe’s eyes twinkled with revenge as she slowly lowered her phone and watched as Beca’s eyes fill with terror. “I don’t believe you. Prove it.” 

“Ch-Chloe, no...I - I have your dog! You can’t do anything to me when I have your dog on my lap. That’s animal abuse!” Beca’s tone grew fearful seeing the predator gaze directed at her and as a last resort, grabbed Bella around her belly and shielded her body from Chloe’s wondering fingers. 

“Beca.” Chloe’s voice were calm and collected but Beca didn’t buy it for a second. “Put my dog down or else...”

“O-or else what?” 

Chloe didn’t bother saying the threat out loud and instead let out a playful war cry and jumped on the Beca and started tickling her mid-section. The girl let out a loud scream and squirmed violently and accidentally releasing Bella from her hold, the puppy landing on the floor. Now that she didn’t have anything to protect herself, she slid down the couch, pulling Chloe with her. 

The redhead was relentless with her torture, straddling Beca’s waist and trapping the girl underneath her. She grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head, both of them out of breath and breathing heavily. 

Suddenly the air grew thick with tension as both girls were highly aware of their close proximity but nobody moved a muscle. Beca couldn’t believe Chloe’s eyes could been anymore blue but looking at them now...her breath caught into her throat. Chloe’s chest heaved, flickering her gaze between Beca’s mouth and eyes before leaning down slowly and gently pressing her lips to Beca’s. The brunette responded to the kiss and Chloe finally let herself smile. 

Pulling away, Beca buried her face into Chloe’s shoulder and murmured. “I can’t believe we kissed for the first time on camera.” 

Chloe laughed carefully and let Beca’s wrist go, wrapping her arms around her. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll edit it out. Our first kiss should be ours.”

[the-grumpy-panda]

Junkfoodio Rambleosa!

This is almost all I have left of this most recent junk food splurging madness. This write up might be slightly longer than usual as a result, but not as long as it could have been. I might be able to squeeze yet another ramble out of what's left. You're welcome. Or I may simply decide enough is enough and forego any more food musings. You're twice as welcome. Some of these may not be all that new/exclusive/limited/whatever by the time this hits the wonders of the internet press, but they are new to me as of this writing. If they've been out awhile, this is simply the first time I stumbled across them while out and about. So let's just get to it. -Thomas' S'mores Mini bagels! A slight chocolate smell, as if they were lightly dusted with cocoa (they're not) but no real s'more flavor. There's a light chocolate flavor in the aftertaste, but it's not enough to make these memorable or worth seeking out. -How will the Thomas' S'mores English Muffin fare, then? To begin, it's a sickly cocoa color, so at first glance at least it appears that it may be chock full of flavor. It smells like a doughy s'more, so that's a good start. The flavor is definitely closer to a s'more than the mini bagels, but it doesn't quite get it right. Again, it's too... doughy. If that makes sense. Maybe s'more just isn't a flavor that translates to bread products. These were still enjoyable overall, though, and were good all warm and toasty with a dab of butter. Definitely the one to try. -Triscuit Ginger & Lemongrass! Is there a greater food complexity than Triscuits? It seems we all wake up one day after reaching a certain age, and we just instinctively, and suddenly, like Triscuits. If this rule doesn't apply to you, then a-ha! You are an android, and you have failed my fail proof method of sussing you out. This particular Triscuit could prove problematic. I'm of a mind to think it will either be heinous, or not so bad. So far, Triscuits have been pretty consistent in making their off color ventures relatively successful, so the odds are in their favor. Everything about this particular version turns out to be... faint. There are very faint notes of ginger and lemon upon opening the bag, but you must take a deep breath in. There is a very faint ginger and lemon taste when chewing, but it recedes rather quickly. These work okay enough, and I enjoyed them as is, but this is one Triscuit that truly begs to be topped with something, where the faint ginger and lemon aspects would play a small part to a whole. These may also work well crumbled into a soup of sorts. -Triscuit Fig & Honey! These gave me an audible "Oh!" moment when I first saw them on the store shelf. I never knew I needed this until it was presented to me. Unfortunately, I was slightly let down by the experience once I opened the bag. There is a light fig aroma to be detected, but it could also be perceived as an earthy tone. It's not that it's bad, it's just not the sweet kick I was expecting to take in. The first few bites are also the same, a light fig/earthy presence that doesn't impress or dissuade. Then the honey note kicks in, and it has a burnt or old aspect to it that doesn't play well on the tongue. I suppose Triscuit was due for a misfire, but I wouldn't have guessed this would be the one. Overall, it's still an okay snack, and it too may best be served with an accompanying topping, but I'm less inclined to explore that option than I was with the Ginger & Lemongrass ones. -Utz Grilled Hot Dog potato chips! Oddly enough, upon first whiff these remind me ever so slightly of the Crab Chip that Utz (and others) produce. Which is peculiar for a hot dog flavored chip. If you're not familiar with the crab chip, it's a chip made with Old Bay seasoning. If you're unfamiliar with Old Bay, then you are not from, or have never visited, the East Coast. It's a staple seasoning blend, and over the last few years it has grown quite noticeably, and one can find "crab seasoning" on all sorts of food items. It was fun at first to see someone put it on a chip, and it's not bad on a chicken wing, but purists will maintain it's strictly for seafood, with crabs (obviously) being the absolute number one use. Followed very closely by shrimp, then followed by every other type of seafood. But I digress... heavily. Taste wise, the first thing I notice is salt. These are quite salty. The second thing I noticed was a heavy smoke flavor, which isn't the most pleasant thing to get from a chip, but I must admit it does make me think of something being grilled. The last flavor that is at play here is mustard. Underneath the salt and the smoke is a clear and distinct mustard element. I like the mustard part actually, and am sad it comes after the too much salt and smoke parts. I can't say it distinctly reminds me of a hot dog, but a grilled something or other element is there. -Utz Cheeseburger potato chips! Will these best the not quite right hot dog chips? Let's see. First whiff gives me a very faint ketchup odor, but one that is overpowered by a pickle aroma. Taste wise, I would have to say the same. They taste like a dollop of ketchup that was mixed with some pickle juice, and at the tail end there is also a salty cheese element that comes out. I don't get any smokiness like the hot dog one, so the cheeseburger or grill element is missing. As they stand, it's a weird ketchup/pickle/cheese chip. It's not gross, but they're rather forgettable, and after eating a few I noticed that again, these are quite salty. It left out in a bowl with no labeling, I imagine most would think they're either a pickle chip, or some kind of cheese and onion flavor. -Little Debbie PB Rounds! A fudge dipped peanut butter sandwich cookie. Well, isn't that cute? They've scored the top in the method of a traditional peanut butter cookie. It also tastes like a peanut butter cookie dipped in chocolate, so there's nothing else to add about it. It was good, and if you like peanut butter cookies dipped in chocolate, give this one a spin. My one complaint is that the cookie parts were a little too thick. This needed to be an ever so slightly thinner treat. Well, now that I think about it, I have another complaint. The peanut butter is a little too sugary and fake. It won't stop me from finishing the box over some time, but I do wish it was slightly less artificial as well. But it's a snack cake from Little Debbie. It's going to be fake, and at worst a bad Little Debbie treat is still alright enough to eat, so why am I complaining? -Keebler Lemon Cream Pie Fudge Stripe cookies! Almost nothing to say about these. They are exactly what they promise to be. A lemon cookie with some icing. They're good, and if you like such things, they're worth a taste.   -Hostess Summer Berry Donettes! Smell like blueberries, taste like raspberries and have the color of some kind of sangria Kool-Aid. They are however, quite tasty with a very nice moistness level. They don't seem as thick as other donettes I've had. They seem a little flatter and a litter rounder. Or I'm just crazy. I like these a lot. -Pop-Tarts Frosted Chocolate Sugar Cookie. No exclamation point. Pop-Tarts deserve no exclaims, certainly no acclaim. Dry. Dusty. Tasteless. Sad. Drywallesque.  I imagine these are merely left over World War I rations Kellogg's repackaged and then painted pictures on. Oh, yeah. For whatever weird reason these have villains from the DC comics realm plastered on them. The one I begrudgingly took a solitary bite from had someone named Cheetah on it. I don't know who that is, but she looked like a sexy Thundercat and was in a bikini. That's the only exciting thing about this travesty of a treat. But aren't Pop-Tarts meant to be for kids? Why are you pasting nearly naked, top heavy cat ladies on a kids food item? They're eating a Pop-Tart, for crying out loud! Their young little lives have already been messed up enough! Don't warp their brains, too. Shame at you Kellogg's. -Jolly Rancher Green Apple Pop-Tarts. They did it. Those crafty bastards actually did it. Foil wrapped HATE that you can buy for roughly three bucks a box. With the added stank of a green apple candy flavor, the worst candy flavor. I tried one, and if I saw these in a bunker I was to live in after a nuclear fallout, I'd go back outside and take my chances instead. To be honest, if I even see these on a store shelf again, it might cause me to spontaneously diarrhea all over the store and anyone therein while simultaneously setting fires in the hopes it erases these foul and vile things from the planet. If the judge and jury at my impending trial has tasted one of these, there is no way I'll be convicted. Eat this damn thing at your own peril. -Jolly Rancher Cherry Pop-Tarts. To be fair (immediately previous comments excepted) there are a couple of the fruit Pop-Tarts that are just barely passable as an edible entity that I can get through without too much fuss. This isn't one of them. Of the three here, it's the one that didn't make me want to decide to live solely on plain oatmeal, but there's a tartness to it that I didn't find appealing. I haven't had a Jolly Rancher candy since I was kid, and have no recall of their flavor, so maybe this tartness is in fact a component to the candy they were able to get into the tart. If so, good for them. For me, this tastes like a lemon/cherry Pop-Tart which leans too heavily on the lemon. Maybe that sounds good to others, and were it a real pastry I'd probably like it, but in Pop-Tart form,  I'll pass.   -Strawberry Nut M&M's! A tasty little devil, with flavor profiles in perfect proportion. Unlike some of the specific seasonal fare M&M tries, this one seems like someone actually worked at getting the balance right. If you like peanut M&m's and you like strawberry flavoring, this is a good match. The only complaint is I felt more than a handful was too much with this one. This is a snack best done in small doses, so a bag may last you a little while. -Krispy Kreme Glazed Birthday Cake Mini Crullers! Well, I can't say these don't taste like a birthday cake. The problem is they taste very much like a stale sheet cake one would get at the not so great grocery store you never really go to, but it's on the way to work and you have to bring something for the office party and you just don't have time for anything else. -Twizzlers Key Lime Pie twists! They do taste like a key lime pie, surprisingly enough. However, the gummy/chewy aspect of these make them a bit gross somehow. It's just not right. Softer than a normal Twizzler, it's like having a glob of melting putty in your mouth. I give them credit for getting the flavor right, but a solid pass for the experience as a whole. -Twizzlers Orange Cream twists! These taste like orange medicine. Do not like. Don't want. Moving on. Nope. No moving on. That's a wrap! I've said all I can say and my brain is on full sugar crash mode and barely functioning. Seems I forgot the obligatory sexist comment about some female celebrity, though. Hmm. Um. Tonks (Natalia Tena) from the Harry Potter movies can Hufflepuff my Slytherin anytime. Good enough? Way too much? Eh. I'm going to bed.