#Crab Nugget

[buffetlicious]

Went for a haircut and on the way out of the shopping mall, I noticed that Old Chang Kee (老曾记) had this new limited time Cheezy Chicken Bolognese Xmas'O (S$2.20) puff on sale. Got the puff, a stick each of the Gyoza and Crab Nugget to share with mum. The Christmas tree puff is not the pastel green as advertised but more “dirty” yellowish green in colour. :D Inside, you get a very moist filling of classic Italian meat-based sauce in a not buttery enough pastry. Hmm…, I should just stick to their popular curry puff the next time.

Topmost image courtesy of Old Chang Kee.

[pup-pee]

friend of friends here. genuinely asking how you've never tasted apple pie because it's like. idk one of the common ones ? (I'm not even an apple pie lover- catch me with some cherry or blueberry over apple anyday if we're talking pies)

hello friend of a friend :D

OK SO LIKE

ive never actually had any pie OTHER than pumpkin pie & the reason 4 that is bc my older brother doesnt like any other pie

he has texture issues & just, ??? bc he didnt like it my parents never interacted w/apple pie or any pie outside of pumpkin since? asklfhdsjk

this happens w/all kinds of food & also just other thingssss

this is y ik nothing of starwars; bc my brother h8ed it so i just never got 2 watch any((dont ask how weird that was i just assummed it was a rule & havent made time 2 watych it idk kfjhdsfkj))

also NO1 SELLS ANY APPLE PIE HERE I DONT GET IT

im from goddamn the west of west & just WHERE IS THE APPLE PIE ALL I SEE IS PUMPKIN PIE & CHEESECAKE 4 MILES 2 COME

[snorlaxlovesme]

because i have what i believe is medically defined as "swiss cheese brain" i get the very unique pleasure of being able to read my writing solely as a reader and not the author, because i simply do not remember writing it! found drafts today of an original piece i wrote 2 years ago for a contest and the stuff that i chose to leave on the cutting room floor is so good?? and i have absolutely no memory of writing any of it

[crehador]

[swamppossum]

i need disposable income again soon because I am a beast of impulse and simple pleasures. im never going to own a home or retire but i can maybe afford sushi once in a while soon or coffee treat or fancy food i got to try on sale once.

[moldwood]

Happy birthday!! ❤️ ＼(≧▽≦)／

thank u!!!!! this is me tonite but with ice cream cake instead of pizza bc i had pizza two nights ago!!!! we have had crab saved in the freezer for weeks!!!!!!

[caffeinated-rat-bastard]

You and chicken nuggets

yess

[in-correct-trolls]

branch: my son tiny begs for sushi, orders crab at every place it’s on the menu, and just asked me and guy if we can make açaí bowls

branch: my other son keith can tell what brand a chicken nugget is by sniffing it

branch: i’ve helped parent them both the same. cut yourself some slack, parents of The Picky Ones.

[thenamesmobu]

"Alt30."

Info bellow⬇️⬇️⬇️

[CW:// BLOOD + LIGHT GORE AFTER READ MORE]

@blackkatdraws2 @blackkatdraws

Entity Number: ALT-30

Nickname: The Mimic/Nugget

Physical Description:

A giant blue hermit crab with a brown ancient greek pot on its back, it is no taller than 3 feet with its shell.

Entry:

This entity is far more visually tamer than what you'd normally see in the Dungeon. Though he is still not one you should mess with. This abnormal crustacean's claws has ten times the power of a hydraulic press. He would lay dormant in areas where intruders would be known to break in. Its favorite form of consumption are humans, though he finds the flesh of the uninnocent to be an especial delicacy.

Nugget's form of speaking is through clicks and sometimes hisses through his mouth, it may sound unintelligable, but to anyone who listens to him, it would be as if he was speaking normally like a human being. His attitude is similar to that of a disgruntled middle-aged man, so don't be surprised if he sounds a bit condescending at times.

Das it on him for now, might add some new things along the way🍾

UPDATE: Added some new things :33

A thing about Nugget is that he can smell if the human he's about to eat is worth the effort to hunt or not. Meaning that be can "smell" sins For example, if the intruder that broke in to the Parable committed some bad things (ex: crimes or purposeful wrongdoings) that human would smell like a delectable to him. However if that human was innocent or actually has a good heart, he will be more likely to avoid them because he couldn't stand the "stench they emit" so to say.

It's really hard to read his expressions as he doesn't have much expressive facial features. So the only way you can tell what he's feeling is by hearing the tone of his clicks.

Examples of him talking:

[count-alucard-tepes]

OPs get a call on the Den Den from SO.

"Hey babe! I'm in town and thought I'd get something to eat. You want me to bring you something?"

Kizaru ✨: “…I’ll have whatever you’re having, love”

Akainu🌋: “…something spicy like curry”

Ryokugyu 🌱: “you know I haven’t eaten in years, love…just get your ass back home so we can cuddle”

Fujitora 🐅: “I’m already having soba right now…get whatever you like though”

Sir Crocodile 🐊: “…could you get some cookies for tea time? We’re all out”

Doflamingo Donquixote🦩: “…can I have you with a side of no clothes? Just kidding, I want chicken nuggets”

Benn Beckman 🔫: “…coffee and a bagel”

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡: “…the biggest chocolate donut you can find”

Killer🔪: “…something with pasta”

Kaido🐉: “…anything with meat is fine with me”

King 👑 : “nothing, love…I already made dinner…come home soon”

Queen👑: “…red bean buns!”

Izou🔫🔫: “…just some bubble milk tea, love”

Dragon D Monkey 🐉🐒: “…a Cuban sandwich”

Oven Charlotte 🍞: “I’m not hungry, love…I ate like 15 croissants already”

Buggy🤡: “…a slice of strawberry shortcake”

Marco the Phoenix 🦅: “…pineapple with chili powder”

Eustass Kidd🤘🎸: “…get me a burger and fries…and a chocolate milkshake”

Rosinantè Donquixote aka Cora-San💕: “buffalo wings, please and thank you!”

Who’s-Who ❤️‍🔥👹: “…crab legs…lots of them”

Gecko Moria🦇: “…just get me a bottle of wine, love”

Iceburg💜: “tonkatsu and curry with rice

Gild Tesoro⚜️🏅: “…wait, just ask the chefs to cook for you! I don’t want peasant food!”

Rob Lucci🐆: “…tacos with chicken”

[meandtheyeehaws]

If i take a bite to your awesome art I think it's going to taste like.. nuggets.. chicken nuggets with dinosaur form.. crusty and delicious and silly and cute and I'll get high and I will dance like a crab 🦀🦀🦀

joins in on the crab dance

[bowandbrush]

HANNAH

WGAT

I’m not home and I can’t draw out my response yet (I will)

BUT

AAAGGGGGHGHGHHGGHGGGGHHGGHHH

*crab rave playing in the background*

MY SON. HE IS MY SON NOW.

As long as this site is running he will forever guard my username and ward off artblock. I will feed him Dino nuggets and organic orange juice and take care of him. I will protect Gerald with my life. This means everything to me. I cannot stress this enough.

THANK YOU. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH.

[noirgl0w]

hii lucy, I was wondering if you did any headcanons? If you do I wanted to ask you about John B x Childish! Reader???

well hello anon, I'm a sucker for John B x childish! Reader

☾ He loves it, You're not the type of person who does it in a gross, fetishistic way, you're just more immature than the rest, and that drives him and his dad complex crazy.

☾ Everytime you guys go out and you see a stuffed animal that you like, he'll but it to you, It doesn't matter if you're a kook or a pogue, this man is a gentleman, and he will buy it to you even if that means be a little tight on money that month, because I don't know if you knew, but stuffed animals are expensive as hell.

☾ When you go to the beach it seems like you are going with a horde of children, but no! It's just you (And JJ, that guy is worse than you) And your beach toys, you have countless buckets to make sand castles, even a small fishing net that you call a 'jellyfish catcher' because of SpongeBob, you and John B go to the rocky area of ​​the beach to try to catch fish or crabs, but you always end up returning them to the sea because 'John B, what if they have a family? Baby fish can't live without its dad!'

☾ One time you went to Pope and he didn't know about this rule of releasing the fish, so he kept them in a bucket without water, you spent hours crying and literally weeks without talking to him!

☾ You are not one of those couples that when they get into the sea they kiss and have romantic moments, no, you insult Poseidon to make him make bigger waves, you do cartwheels in the water, one time a wave washed you to the shore and John B panicked because you swallowed water!

☾ JJ and you being practically all-terrain, playing fights and you leaving crying every time because the brute can't control his strength! :(

☾ If you're a Picky Eater, the freezer at the château is full of things like chicken nuggets and frozen fries and your dates are at any cheap pizzeria on the Cut or at Burger King or McDonald's, John B isn't complaining, he's not a big fan of posh food places.

☾ John B has a blanket for you in the twinkie in case you get sleepy!

☾ If you have a special stuffed animal, John B will love him, you will treat him like your son because he is your stuffed animal to sleep with, but you hug him more than him, he will start to feel jealous and will try to put it on the other side of the bed so you sleep hugging it.

☾ He will watch you at all the parties, he knows that you are prone to getting lost and he can't let you go around alone, what if you meet a kook who wants to take advantage of you? Or if you want to go home and he's not there to take you? No, you are always by his side, and at some point he will leave you with Kie or Pope (There is no way he will leave you alone with JJ, you are too chaotic!)

☾ You collect shells and make him necklaces and he always wears them :((((

☾ He's always up for some cuddles when you're in your cuddly mode, or a few tickle fights when you're feeling frisky! If you act too much like a spoiled brat and if you don't heed his sweet words of warning he will give you some spanks, but the words of warning are almost always enough.

☾ You two just love each other so much It physically hurts

ugh I need a John B

[clatoera]

Your clove and glimmer bestie hcs have prompted me to ask if u have any bro hcs for Cato and Marvel or any bestie hcs for Cashbaria before they realised they were in looove

Alright. The bro-iest of bros. These two Mfers would have a podcast if someone let them (Noone lets them). They'd have a talk show if they could. They are like..such gremlins and it comes from the fact that neither of them got to be like normal teenage boys. And so, as a result, as young adult men..they do in fact act like teenage boys.

1.Theres alway a food HC in these because food is so instrumental as a symbol in panem and amongst my writing in this au. That being said for them theres no like..meaning of like healing or anything here. Not with them. And thats because at least once (multiple times) they have definitely made dumb decisions with food. Think trying to eat as many pizzas at they can in 45 minutes. Think "think they need 100 chicken nuggets for the two of them thats a normal amount right" (wrong). Think raw cookie dough as a snack because "it's the same thing as cooked cookies, just colder (wrong). They're just over grown teenage boys.

2. On that exact same note, don't take them to the beach. Just don't. Marvel WILL get so severely sunburned he can't move. They WILL try to drown each other in the ocean by seeing who can hold their breath under water longer (Cato). They WILL chase a crab and and one of them will get pinched by it. Do not add Finnick to the mix. It does not end well. They do almost die. Every single time. They have a good time though.

3. Cato will never think anything is funnier than making fun of Marvel and what Cato imagines is a very very very very very very very boring and mediocre sex life. Enjoy it, Missionary Marvel (and he WILL thank you very much. He's HAPPY).

4. Marvel's girls, bless their hearts, are arguably the least coordinated toddlers anyone ever meets. They trip all the time. They walk into things. Cato absolutely is floored by the lack of athleticism. Eventually, they get put into little dance classes and they're fine and honestly the cutest lil dancy babies. That being said, Cato does have a son on the opposite end, EXTREME athleticism. Marvel gets to live vicariously through him. He's More athletic than Marvel. Marvel is being beat at most sports by like..an 8 year old. By the time he is twelve he is physically bigger than Marvel. Marvel almost gets a broken arm from this preteen at least once. He loves it.

5. Marvel never lets Cato know a moment of peace when he finds out he is afraid of dogs.

6. Cato does in fact threaten him in that very precarious first few years after the war, because of Glimmer and how absolutely broken she was in thirteen. The things he saw involving Glimmer actually haunt him.

7. Their messages between each other are a war crime in and of itself.

I love these two. They're just little guys. Silly little guys who have killed people, many many people!

I just posted Cashbaria HCs on the post RIGHt before this! I'll link them here but i'm gonna keep this post for the silly gooses.

[paldean-sandwich-rater]

A sandwich.

It contains ice cream, whipped cream, sponge cake, meat balls, broccoli, pineapple, strawberries, tomatoes, lettuce, rice, noodles, mac and cheese, bacon, beef jerky, dried fish, seaweed, one of every Pokemon berry, jam, olive oil, lotus, dragon fruit, ravioli, ramen, tempura, teriyaki chicken, macaroons, escargots, mint, pepper, salt, sugar, croquettes, pickles, apples, avocados, sausages, bell peppers, grapes, pizza, a donut, cheese, more cheese, even more cheese, mushrooms, mustard, olives, a fried egg, a scrambled egg, blueberries, a poached egg, chawanmushi, a red bean bun, mochi, bbq sauce, chicken nuggets, french fries, takoyaki, pancakes, mackerel, salmon, coffee beans, spinach, a tiny bit of corn cream soup, ramensanga, fettucine alfredo, a plain bagel, pretzels, chocolate chip cookies, sweet potato, yam, potato, scallions, scallops, squid, crab stick, fish balls, fish cakes, oyster sauce, silken tofu, barley, cereal, paprika, oysters, red snapper, sea bass, plums, bean sprouts, garlic, string cheese, camembert, swiss cheese, mozzarella, parmesan cheese, yogurt, brinjal, a macdonald’s happy meal (without the toy and the packaging of course), truffles, caviar, tapioca balls, fried chicken, century eggs, cake sprinkles, dark chocolate, milk chocolate, white chocolate, milk tea (just a tinge), coffee (also a tinge), pudding, pumpkin, honey, mutton, mashed potatoes, bananas, icelandic fermented shark that they bury in the ground for months, raisins, dried mangoes, a drop of water, jelly, nata de coco, prunes, roasted pork, rosemary, bee pollen, peas, deer meat, rabbit meat, fish maw, ham, turkey, m&ms, chub, fufu, watermelon, winter melon, rock melon, coffee jelly, cacao, carrots, blueberries, black tea, dumplings, carrot cake, beetroot, purple cabbage, corn, celery, edamame, red beans, black beans, green beans, kidney beans, cashews, peanuts, pecans, sunflower seeds, walnuts, chickpeas, almonds, daikon, MSG, tamales, anchovies, tabbouleh, lions mane mushroom, chicken of the woods, kelp, octopus, durian, kimchi, crème fraîche, popcorn, cotton candy, everything bagel seasoning, capers, pears, marinara sauce, bittercress, butter cream, every single iteration of galarian curry, sushi, sashimi, kale and a very very specific ramen bowl (without the actual bowl) from a very particular shop located in Iwatodai.

And the top and bottom buns are somehow made from 50 different kinds of bread in a checker box pattern.

It comes with a picture.

Ingredients: I am not typing all of that out again. What the fuck.

Smell: You’ve taken an entire food court’s worth of food and made it into a sandwich. This isn’t even possible. Why am I considering this. 3/5

Taste: How do you eat this. 2/5

Texture: You get like 5 different foods every bite. This is not balanced. There is no harmony. This sandwich is the embodiment of disorder and chaos. 1/5

Presentation: The fact that this even looks sandwich adjacent is a fucking miracle. You don’t get full points though. Because I don’t like you. 3/5

Would Chunk Eat It?: He would eat maybe 1/50th of it. So no. 1/5

Final Score: 2/5

Critic’s Notes: Why would you waste this much food. Just host a party. Donate it. Something fucking anything I am begging at this point.

[davycoquette]

the interview 2/3

PART ONE

Gingerly stepping over Robert Barclay's stiffening corpse, I cross the kitchen to pick up the phone hanging on the wall. The dial tone buzzes, filling my ear like the droning of flies. Bile gurgles into my throat, and I hang up so I can swallow it back down.

I sink to my haunches, dropping my notebook and recorder. My fingers claw through my hair and I curl into myself. My mantra goes, "Oh, God. Jesus. Fuck."

A deep groan answers from behind me.

My heart launches into my mouth and I pirouette out of my crouch. I only manage to twist and land on my ass, then crab-walk a few paces from Robert Barclay’s corpse. This is the first good look I’ve gotten at his face. He looks like one of those wax figures in a museum, but on a day when the AC’s busted. His eyes stand wide open and his mouth is agape, resin teeth slanted like they're ready to drop out. One hand is stretched out toward me and the other is curled into his chest.

"Rob? Rob, are you…" Still in there?

It's gas escaping. Some crime scene investigator I talked to a couple years back mentioned this happened when we were gearing up for the interview. It always stuck with me, popping into my conscience intermittently. Death is embarrassing. It's always embarrassed me. I don't know why.

His body gives a little squeak and I gag.

I guess someday this is gonna be me. Maybe someday soon. This is why my momma calls all the time. She thinks I'm gonna overdose, and some jackass is gonna walk in on me stiff on a floor somewhere.

R. Barclay's sounds have attracted his little terrier, and it's sniffing around his face. I summon it away with a click of my tongue and put my hand out. It scurries over with its nubby tail going fast and licks at my fingers, and I scrub its saliva over the crown of its head before picking myself up off the floor.

Robert Barclay is one of those writers who’ll remain a household name. They already make you read one of his books when you're in high school. He's a 'great American' author, and I'll be the forgotten asshole who missed the chance to do his last interview.

If I just got here yesterday, I think. Or did he kick it yesterday?

I look at his little dog, and it sort of looks back at me with its beady eyes that skew in opposite directions.

"Where's your food at, baby?" I ask, and it turns in a tight circle. "Ready to eat? You want breakfast?"

More circles.

I start going through cabinets, but I'm met with leaning towers of pots and pans and plastic containers in each one. He can't have used any of this shit in years. Poor old guy's probably been living on crackers and buffet cafeterias. He never had kids. Never married.

Up until now, he'd been driving himself — I saw his Buick out front where I parked my Amigo. It was like any other geezer's car: beat up around the bumper. Grey, enormous.

The little dog tires of my searching and tap-dances over to a plastic bin near the sliding door where Robert Barclay has his breakfast nook. There's hard bread crumbs on the glass-top table, a few little ants scurrying up and down the wall.

I scoop some kibble out of the bin and deposit it in the dog's food bowl. It lets me check the tag on its collar while it's scarfing the little cardboard flavored nuggets down. Raisin. The name is familiar, I realize; the little author biography blurb I read when I took the job mentioned something about R. Barclay living alone with his dog, Raisin.

While Raisin crunches kibbles, I stand and lean against the counter.

"I was gonna ask if you were working on anything," I tell Rob's body. "And if you ever thought your books were gonna be required reading for schoolkids."

Raisin dislodges a kibble with a wet sounding cough.

"I was gonna ask who you like reading these days."

I scrub my hand over my forehead, rake my fingers through my hair. My hand drops and I stare down at him. "Who do you like reading these days, Rob?"

A clock above the sink ticks as I stand over him. I haven't done much else since breaking in apart from feeding his dog. When he didn't come to the door, I'd stepped down off the concrete slab of his porch to shield my eyes and peer through his living room window, and I could see his silhouette on the kitchen floor from the front of the house. His place is situated out in the countryside, not a neighbor in sight. He doesn't lock his windows, so I let myself in so I could use his phone to call the ambulance.

But there's no hurry. It's not like I want to spend more time than I have to with this unexpectedly stiff and cold version of Robert Barclay, but there's a little part of me that's irrationally concerned I'll be blamed for his death. I have to talk myself down from that ledge: you had an appointment. He's been dead for hours, at least. What motive could you have possibly had? I guess I'm already anxious about what Jason's gonna say; it makes everything feel like one grand conspiracy to ruin me.

I've got some pills in my Isuzu Amigo parked outside. Standing there with my hip leaned against R. Barclay's kitchen counter, I think I better go pop one or four. I'll seem more collected, less suspicious, when the cops get here.

…Will they send cops?

PART THREE