#but i want to stuff him with chocolate

[illiana-mystery]

Oui oui, Comte.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

hiiiii do you think you could draw movie stewart's charles...... if it's ok to ask

i offer you a humble peepaw my friend

[flowerakatsuka]

a while ago, i started working on something meant to explain the lore behind this kurokara drawing i did back in may, but i never ended up finishing it. it popped back into my head again so i decided to redraw one of the panels from it to see how much my art / style imitation has improved since then. i'm pretty proud of how much my art's grown!! 😊✨

the original sketch is under the cut!

[lynxgriffin]

Is it okay to ask for Asriel or Ralsei with the "Here, some hot chocolate. Because you're epic" context?

What a big doofus!

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Cooking with foul legacy. Making him put on a big stupid apron with a silly saying on it. Enjoying your time together so much you almost forget to add some ingredients, but you figure it out eventually!

ehehgehgheh this is my DREAM as someone who loves cooking and food

he LOVES the apron, no questions asked, especially if you embroidered the words and flowers on it yourself. Legacy chitters and chirps in delight as you tie the strings into a cute little bow, just like the ones you sometimes fashion around his horns. there's a chin resting on your shoulder as you review the recipe, scribbled down on a tiny slip of crumpled paper. that's how all good recipes are kept, tucked away under the cover of some book or shoved in a drawer or folder until you retrieve it again. your hand goes up and scritches behind Foul Legacy's horns, sinking into his fluffy ginger hair, and it earns happy contented purrs from your sweet Abyssal beast. he nibbles and nips at your fingertips playfully, trying to knead and lovingly teeth at you before your hands get messy while cooking

there will be taste testing. that's just a fact. Legacy's claws get covered in flour and he nudges your shoulder with a trill, pleading very effectively for a small taste. it's hilarious and adorable, his crystalline eye wide and hopeful until you give him a little piece. he leaves little floury claw marks everywhere, getting smudges of it over his armor and clothes and your hair and face before licking your cheeks in an attempt to clean it up. Legacy's actually incredibly good at kneading dough- he kneads the blankets and your shoulders and legs so often, after all- and he adores the soft, squishy texture under his talons. by the end the kitchen is a mess and you're both coated with flower and butter and sauce, but the treat and the company make it all worth it

he'll NEVER admit to adding more chocolate chips when you're not looking, though

[quibbs126]

I just realized both these Cookies are partially based on beetles and Ferrero Rocher

To be honest I think Chocolate Truffle pulls it off much better

[killuaisaprincess]

Pink Makes It Cuter

The old man at the stall looks up and stares at the two.

“Ah? Would this be for your little princess there?”

Gon looks down at Killua and then back at the plush.

“Yes.”

Gon says it without skipping a beat.

[gaminegay]

if I had a nickel every time I wanted to do a nice thing for a man and the immediate reaction I got was "be careful, he might misunderstand, you're a girl, the statistics" and got really bummed out I would have two nickels etc etc

[sketchy-scribs-n-doods]

Bee and Argie, Billy and Argyle

Arturo Guillermo Franco Valdes.

Arturo Guillermo, and a friend that calls him Guille, Artie, Argie.

A red faced Billy that pronounces Guillermo as ‘Gah-ee-ler-moh’ before learning that ‘ll’ makes a ‘yuh’ sound in Spanish.

Artie calling him Bee-yee, and later Bee, as a joke because of it.

Billy tosses out nicknames like the affection he’s never been sure how to express. But he loves the way his friend's name rolls off his tongue, the syllables strange and clunky and a challenge that Billy readily takes up. Soon, it falls full and melodic from his lips, prettier than any song he's ever heard on the old radio his mom left him with.

Mi amigo, Arturo.

Argie tells him not to sweat it, but Billy doesn’t understand why nobody else seems to want to make the effort. Like it’s too difficult, or like Argie isn’t worth the effort. Most of the other Mexican kids at school already know how to pronounce the names that give their white teachers pause, but outside of that demographic there’s a pathetic lack of effort that incites Billy sometimes. 

“Don’t sweat it, bro. Not everyone can roll their Rs as good as you.”

“What, like it’s hard? Fuckin’ idiots.”

(Years later, when they find each other again, Billy will know why his old friend Argie goes by Argyle, because Argyle will nudge him with a serene little smile of his and say, “Long time no see, Bee. Your ol’ pal Artie Gyle-ermo missed you, amigo.”)

Once, early in their friendship, Billy asks Argie why he has so many damn names. Why does he need like half a dozen of them? And Argie says,

“Well, I dunno. I think it makes me pretty damn special, though. How many ‘Arturo Guillermo Franco Valdes’ do you know?”

“Just you, obviously. But that doesn’t mean much, I don’t know any other ‘William Hargrove’s either.”

“Maybe not. But it’s prolly a lot easier for some random Hargrove to be named Billy than for someone to line up a buncha random names to smash together and create a Franco Valdes named Arturo Guillermo.”

“That ‘random Hargrove’ is me, jackass!”

“Exactly!”

“At least my name’s not a fuckin’ mouthful!”

“Oh, so I’m a mouthful, am I?”

“Fuck you!”

A few months later, well into Billy's friendship with Argyle, the kid invites him over to his place to check out his new bike or something, Billy doesn't remember.

What he does remember is meeting Argyle's dad and paternal grandma, Nana Hermelinda.

It's getting colder, for California at least, and Nana insists on making the kids chocolate abuelita while Argyle's dad is at work. A much richer hot chocolate than Billy is used to, the smell is spicy sweet and warm in the air as it foams up in the pot Nana is using, instead of the mild chemical sweetness of the mugs Billy puts in the microwave when he can sneak a packet of Swiss Miss in the winter. Her worn, wrinkled hands make quick work of it, expertly spinning between them a wooden stick with rotating round bits at the end that goes into the frothy mix. Nana calls it a molinillo when she sees him looking at it, and rather than freeze up over being caught staring, as he normally would, Billy instead finds himself trying to pronounce the new word for the remaining five minutes the chocolate takes to finish. The air feels almost soft around him, pleasantly warm and sweet like cinnamon as Nana lets the mixture cool while she searches for mugs in the cabinet above them. When she offers him his own, a brown mug with a rounded bottom and pretty dotted flower designs on its shiny finish, Billy is shy and hesitant to take it. But the warmth as he wraps his chilly fingers around it is welcoming and its smells so good. The first sip is cautious, slow like he's still unsure about whether he's allowed something so warm and comforting.

It's incredible.

Billy's pretty blue eyes light up like Argyle has never seen before. He can feel his heart thump awkwardly in his chest as those baby blues shine bright in the soft yellow light of the kitchen.

Then Billy lowers the mug, and a little mustache of foamed milk and chocolate lines his upper lip. Argyle quickly forgets the brief stutter of his heartbeat and cackles at the sight.

Billy is too busy having a religious experience over his mug of hot chocolate to bother with telling him to shut up like he normally would, but he doesn't truly mind- he likes the sound of Argie's loud bouncing laughter.

Nana looks fondly at them over her own mug, sitting comfortably on a stool by the kitchen counter as Billy politely thanks her for the drink with what little clumsy Spanish he's learned from Argyle so far. She coos at him, putting down her mug as she answers in a kind, lilting Spanish that Argyle will later tell him roughly means, "Of course, love. Come here whenever you like. I will make you a mug anytime, son." Billy inhales the warm steam wafting up from the mug he holds tight as Nana places a gentle hand on his cheek and calls him mijo.

Years later, Billy still remembers it as one of the last times he'd felt so held and cared for.

[avatardoggo]

THIS MAN MADE ME A WEBSITE FOR MY BIRTHDAY 🥹😫😣😳😭🥰

[dany36]

🫡

[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

Okay tumblr fuck my tagging system for a moment (tagging this with my dm tag so my partner can’t see it yet <3) look at this origami flower bouquet I made for me and my gfs two month anniversary tomorrow <3

ft. the wax sealed letter i wrote him too <33

[fingertipsmp3]

Last night’s dream was the first one I’ve had in a long time where I wanted to fall back asleep and stay in it/experience it again

[kunikidas-lost-glasses]

I will forever be mad about Matt and Mello dying.

Also just imagine how awesome it would have been if, when Light opens the door of the warehouse and wants to escape from the warehouse, Mello and Matt are standing there, outside of the warehouse and get shown/revealed the moment Light opens the door, aiming their guns at him, Mello wearing his leather coat with feathers as well as his sunglasses and taking a bite of his chocolate bar while Matt is calmly smoking a cigarette while also aiming at Light with his gun and then you hear Near in the background telling Light that it's over.

[quibbs126]

Guys what do I call the Dark Cacao/Golden Cheese kid?

I have been trying to come up with something, but I can’t think of anything satisfying

I won’t reveal his design yet (partly because I’m not finished), but if it helps, he’s mainly chocolate with streaks of cheese. Like, his hair is black but the streaks in his hair are golden

Edit: maybe read the tags, because my two other ideas are in there

Edit edit: heck it I’ve completed his design, I might as well show you a bit of it to show you what I’m going for

[coffiicorgii]

Where does the name Coffii Corgi come from? :0 I don’t really see a character like that anywhere on your blog :0

It doesn’t have a whole lot of meaning, other than the fact that I was really obsessed with corgis back in 2017 when I was thinking of a fun username for my art instagram. Usernames consisting of two words that both start with the same letter/sound similar have always been pretty satisfying to me so that’s where the “coffii” part comes from :] it was literally just me trying to find a word that would go well with corgi (It’s a little ironic because I actually don’t like the taste of coffee at all lol)

I do have a mascot/sona named Coffii but I don’t use him as often as I used to, since Byte has been my primary sona for a few years now. Coffii is on my toyhouse in my “mains” folder if you want to see him cx! (He’s also the little corgi in my watermark)