#cookie butter lava cookie

[masoncarr2244]

[vegan-nom-noms]

Vegan Biscoff Lava Cakes

[foodfoodfoodffoods]

PEANUT BUTTER LAVA COOKIE YAAASSS

[alwaysshallow]

gorgeous, part 7

Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader

You're a vet with a pretty simple life.

One day though, things changes, when a big guy with a skull mask enters your clinic with a small, ginger kitten in his hands. (3,5k)

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previous part

When you’re supposed to see Simon Riley for the thirteenth time, he doesn’t show up.

Not like it’s a surprise, but more of a disappointment, completely unnecessary one, given that he told you there might be complications. You didn’t even ask about them, knowing he’s not gonna tell you, and you didn’t really want to know what complications he had in mind, considering his work field. 

You still don’t want to know, not like that changed.

Everything started almost two months ago; he called you around the end of your shift at your clinic, when you were cleaning with Bernie. Caught up in the process, you would almost miss the call if your employee wouldn’t catch it.

He wasn’t beating around the bush. After a small talk—that you knew he probably hated to do—he straight up asked, if you can take care of his cat for a few weeks, maybe a month. Time really was a tricky one here, considering that he had no idea since a mission could go sideways. 

Without thinking about it twice, you agreed. Surprise was evident, as he got silent for a few seconds, then announced that he’s gonna be around five at your place the next day, to give you the cat.

With hope, you asked if it’s gonna be later five, as you hoped he didn’t mean the one in the morning; he only laughed at that, hanging up, and you just knew you’re not gonna get much sleep. 

“I’m grateful you’re doin’ this,” he said, once he got here. Eyes on you, dark like a simple, black coffee. Luring you into his arms more and more, especially at five in the morning to seek some kind of comfort that you desperately needed, as you slept a few hours.

“I love this cat. And I have to somehow pay for your fatigue with finding me a good mechanic, don’t I?” You raised your eyebrow. He chuckled, amused, leaning against the frame of the entry door to your apartment. 

You kept your mouth shut how badly you wanted him to just sit and have a simple tea. Just like he liked, you didn’t care. If he even wanted to, you could easily give him butter cookies that you made yesterday, they turned pretty decent.

“You don’t owe me anything, dove,” he murmured. One last look into your apartment; longing, as you noticed. 

It’s hard to leave something behind yourself, knowing it’s the last time where he feels content. At least, you thought that he felt this way—he didn’t need to deal with anything else, but things that were only around a normal person’s day.  

And he needed to leave this calm life for work. 

“Shouldn’t be more than a month.” He broke the silence, looking at you again. 

You tried to ignore the warm feeling, bubbling in your heart. Hot like a lava, sweet like a candy that you know you shouldn’t eat because you’ll get addicted; he only explained himself for the sake of the cat. Not because he felt like it’s right to do for you, or because he knew you’re gonna be worried. At least that’s what you tried to tell yourself. “Right. Where to, this time?”

“Iraq. And some countries along the way, depends,” he murmured, his lips in a thin line. With a sigh, he took a few steps into your apartment, enough to face you, his big frame towering over you significantly. You never felt so small in a good way. In a safe way.

“Depends. Get me a magnet, will you?” you asked, teasingly, hoping you didn’t cross some of a boundary here. His bark of a laugh calmed you with this a little bit. “What? I love magnets.”

“S’alright. ‘m gonna get you plenty,” he said—sarcastically, as you could sense—and leaned down a bit. “Anythin’ else?”

After a quick debate in your head if you should, you hugged him. Tight, your eyes closed, arms encircled around his body (at least, in a way you could because this man was massive). “Take care. And be safe.”

His body freezes a little; a cold cube against a heater like you, too tired to care, too afraid too. “Hard enough in a open field—”

“—just come home safe,” you said, not really thinking about the choice of your words. The aftermath came to you in a split second, warmness spreading on your cheeks.  “I mean… home, as in, here. Fuck, not here, I meant, a place, this town—”

“—Sssh. I know.”

You both stayed in this position for a little while. You because he didn’t push you away, he… for other reasons, but whatever this reason was, when he backed out, you saw how much more relieved and relaxed he was. Like this hug did something to him, put him in the right place of mind, where he needed to be in the sake of whatever mission he faced that time.

“Gonna do my best to be safe.” He lifted your chin with his two fingers. “But you have to do the same thing.”

You barked a laugh, shaking your head with a little disbelief. Cute. “Not really a challenge in a town where nothing happens.”

He rolled his eyes. “You’d be surprised, dove. Just do as I said, can’t lose you.”

And with those words and a small wave (initiated by you), he was gone. The only sign that he was here was his cat and the smell; on you, but also on the things that he brought to your apartment in order to help you with taking care of his animal.

Now, it’s only a faded memory of his smell around, which has both you and Sparkles upset. You expected it, of course you did, but not that much. You haven’t expected the weird void in your chest whenever you look at the text he sent you weeks ago, when they arrived to Iraq.

Nothing after this. Radio silence, and even if you knew why, your stomach twists every time at the thought that something wrong could’ve happened. Would you even learn about that? Maybe from your best friend that is on team with him, maybe then, no other way. Or this Soap guy that seems to be familiar with you.

Either way, some of the nights are almost sleepless when you think about it.

The day he’s supposed to show up passes quickly. 

Another two weeks after that too, and another two weeks. It’s a balance for you—clinic, house and Sparkles and occasional trips to the grocery store if you don’t have anything in the fridge. Everything is so mundane, and yet you feel like something’s off.

Like you miss something.

Someone, in that matter, but you don’t let that thought overwhelm you too much; it’s still so fresh.

You spend your birthday with a couple of friends, in your apartment. Small dinner, just to celebrate the day, as you don’t really feel like doing big things; or, going to the club, as you were previously doing every year. Now, not only that your best friend isn’t here because she’s on a mission to serve the country, Celia isn’t here either, as she had a family emergency or something like that. Ironic, yet, you just accept the fact and move on—it’s not like you have much else to do.

There’s gonna be another day to celebrate with them, you know it.

The complete irony though, comes to you when the power goes off in the whole building at three in the morning. There’s loud banging to your door that startles you awake and has Sparkles all hissing, annoyed, that someone abrupts her sleep like this. 

You quickly shush her, then you put your robe on to answer whoever is outside.

And that’s no one else but your landlord; in his suit, as always, even if he comes in an ungodly hour like that to your apartment. There’s a quick chit-chat about the rent, prices coming up, so you should prepare for this. And finally, he says that power is gonna be off for a couple of hours. You bite the want to ask how many hours, smiling, instead.

“Lock in the front door doesn’t work. So consider that.”

Your smile drops after that.

You raise an eyebrow. “What do you mean it doesn’t work?”

The man shrugs, completely unfazed by your reaction. “It doesn’t. Power’s off, so the lock doesn’t work either.”

Simple words, simple message, yet, you can’t quite get this idea around your head, when you’re done talking with him. Simon’s words echoes in your mind, when you close the door, checking twice if all the locks are on.

You’d be surprised.

It’s not like you’re a particularly easy type to scare, but somehow, you find it hard to sleep this night, as you turn in bed multiple times in a span of an hour. Shadows suddenly transform to potential dangers, figures are coming out of the darkness. Primitive noises bring you out of the bed to check if something’s happening.

So, you decide it’s best to not sleep at all than to have a paranoia going around. Completely unnecessary one, but it’s not like you can help it.

You thank yourself in mind that you have candles; multiple, so you can easily light up the living room, making it a bit cozier when you lay on the couch with multiple pillows and blankets, a book in your hand. It has to work somehow, since you feel way better than in your bedroom.

Sparkles is around, too. Maybe she senses how you are feeling about the whole thing, but she keeps her distance. She seems way more interested in the dark than you are, jumping on kitchen counters, looking outside. From time to time, she invades the space near you, wanting some head scratches. 

She’s just this way. On and off.

Like her owner—you think, sighing to yourself.

It’s hard not to think what Simon is up to these days. He’s probably in way darker places than your apartment right now, he’s probably way scared than you are. Or, is he? This man probably doesn’t even know the sense of being scared. 

Or, maybe he just doesn’t show it cause everyone is scared of something at some point. 

You don’t know, but you miss him. You miss the man that you met over four months ago just by accident because he found a kitten on a street. It’s a little bit ironic now, knowing how you grow attached to him, despite your “I won’t meet him anymore” mindset. Despite his closed personality that you desperately wanted to know a little bit closer.

You can’t help but think that he’s like a cat himself. Stray that will cling to you when you’ll give him food and then he decides what to do. Jumps from being away from you to being by your side full time—and you never know what he’s gonna do next. 

Like Simon. Just like him, considering that you never guessed that you’re gonna babysit Sparkles, treating her as your own pet.

You play with your phone as you think about messaging him. Would it be wrong? Would it disturb him? It’s not like he’d have a phone in an open battlefield, you’re not sure if he has service wherever he is right now, either. But, if he happened to read it, maybe he’d feel great. Maybe he’d smile a little, knowing that someone remembers about him—here, in a calmer world, where probably he’d prefer to be, instead of an open battlefield.

And that someone also misses him. Not like you’d admit it in front of him, but it is a simple state of facts.

Book you picked up goes aside the moment you hear another knocking; done with the situation that already is, you almost jolt to the door. “Another problem with that building, or maybe I haven’t paid for something?”

You don’t see clearly, but when the person on the other side of the door lights up the corridor with a flashlight, you see no one other than Simon. He must see the annoyed look on your face because he tilts his head in a curious manner; probably thinking what he did to earn a warm welcome like this. “Nice to see you too.”

You avert your gaze; maybe you should check who it is, not only because of safety, but to not snap at someone innocent like him. “Sorry. Thought you’re my landlord,” you mutter, ignoring how he barks a laugh, loudly, then closes the door. 

“Why is it so bloody dark in here? Haven’t paid the bills, tha’s why you don’t want to see him?” Simon quips. You roll your eyes, smiling under your nose nonetheless, knowing that he won’t see it. You missed him being around.

“Not really. Thought it’s gonna be creepier, you know. Sparkles likes that, just like her owner.” You shrug, following his steps, as he gets deeper into your apartment. Confident, like he actually belongs in the dark, not like you, frightened by it. It’s like he’s used to this.

“Her owner pays the bills, though. And even more,” you say, eyes directly on him. His blonde hair is shorter, not exactly a buzzcut, but close to it; messy, like he did the cut himself or someone who did it was drunk. Black surgical mask covers half of his face, but he’s still in his cargo pants and a bit of military attire, so you guess he came here almost immediately after landing.

You try to ignore how it makes your heart flutter, as he hands you something. “For you.”

“Oh.” You blink, eyes glued to the wrapped gift. It’s a messy wrap, way too much tape there and there, but it can’t wipe off the surprised smile on your face. Pattern is barely visible because of his struggle with packaging, but you recognize cats.

“...Thought it would be appropriate,” he says, breaking the silence, when you carefully open the layers of gift wrap. Multiple of them, when probably just one would be enough, but you do not comment on that. “A gift for takin’ care of Sparkles. And, for your birthday, even if they were a few weeks ago.”

You open your mouth a little. “How did you—”

“—I just remembered. ‘s all,” he cuts you off. Too fast, like he doesn’t want you to ask too many questions.

Too bad that you’re a curious individual.

You raise your eyebrow, amused. “Simon, I didn’t tell you when I have my birthday.”

He huffs, sitting comfortably on the couch. Manspreading, taking off his mask. He tosses it on the table, near the big candle you lit maybe an hour ago. “You did.”

You cross your arms on your chest. There’s a fire in you, slowly igniting; you need to push him a little into answering. Admitting what you know he did because there’s no power in the world to convince you that you told him. “I’d remember it.”

He rolls his eyes. They’re almost black in that dim light, as you sit right in front of him on the armchair. Dangerous, telling you to drop it. You almost hear it in your head. “Just unwrap the gift.”

“Did you…” you gasp. Theatrically, just to annoy him even more, as you see how his jaw tenses. “You looked through my account, hm? Instagram, probably? Facebook?”

“Suddenly a crime, that is?” A quick question; maybe a little nervous, but he’s more amused by your revelation. Or he’s putting on a facade.

“Not a crime. I find it funny that you just won’t admit it openly.” You stick out your tongue. “Like it is a crime. It’s just cute that you want to know something about me.”

“Yeah, yeah. Unwrap it finally, hm?”

It takes one eye roll from you to do what he says. Despite the messy packaging, you do it slowly, as you have no idea what is in there—and you really don’t want to ruin the gift, whatever it is. 

That gets you thinking: in theory, he doesn’t know what you like. You reckon he doesn’t have experience in this type of field, as the guys in the military probably just buy each other a drink and call it a day. Here, it seems like he wanted to do something more than that, more memorable than taking you out. 

There’s a high possibility that he asked your best friend, but you doubt that he’d do something like this. He seems like the type of man that would rather die and go his ways than actually asking someone for help. Especially in something so cheesy, maybe vulnerable for a guy like him, a machine out there in the field that doesn’t allow anyone to see what is going on inside his head.

It takes minutes, but you finally unwrap the gift, excited like a kid. Your hands shake a little when you see a small box—it takes one look at Simon, him nodding, and you open it, carefully. Like there’s something expensive in it, which, as you learn second later, is completely true.

Golden necklace with a hand stamped pendant; partially hidden sun behind the waves of the ocean. It’s delicate, nothing too fancy, but you know how pricey these things can be. It’s hard to find someone who does these things anyway, and now…

"I... don't know what to say,” you whisper out. Shocked, emotional. Not quite believing what you see right now.

He snorts. "A simple 'thank you' would be alright."

“Simon, it’s… beautiful. I just—”

“It’s nothing.” He shrugs, his gaze not meeting yours; he’s looking at Sparkles that bites his fingers right now in the little play they have. Unconsciously, you smile—there’s a thought in your head that you could honestly get used to this. Him, here on your couch, playing with his cat. Your cat, too. “Just a gift.”

“I’m gonna hit you,” you murmur, trying to fasten a necklace. It doesn’t work; you are either too distracted, or it’s literally impossible, so you look at your friend. “Could you…?”

You know that he’s amused by this first comment, when you see a glint in his eyes. “More a promise, than a threat.”

You sigh, smiling under your nose. It’s hard to ignore how excited you seem. “Help me, please?”

He doesn’t comment on that this time; just does what you asked him to. Slowly, observing how you take a look in the camera of your phone with a flash on, trying to get the best angle—and honestly, the necklace looks straight up from your dreams. Shiny, simple in a way, but so meaningful considering that Simon had to take care of it on deployment. 

Or, earlier. Nonetheless, the gesture itself makes you feel giddy inside.

“Pretty,” he hums, tilting his head to the side. Focusing not only on jewelry, but partially looking at your face too, maybe wanting to get your reaction. Too focused on your gift, you don’t see how his jaw tightens and he has to inhale.

“Pretty,” you agree—and you finally look at him. He doesn’t say anything for a good minute, just looks at your mirror reflection. “Something’s wrong?”

“I should get going.”

You blink, confused. Right now? Right now he has to go, when he just came here… five, ten minutes ago? You try to find if you did anything wrong, but nothing comes to your head. “What?”

He pinches the bridge of his nose, clearly thinking about something. You aren’t allowed to go there. “I just… should. You had enough of my shit goin’ around, you have to get some sleep.”

Desperately, you try to grab on whatever excuse you can to prevent him from going. You just got him back, you don’t quite understand why he wants to go right now. Not when you just were talking with him. “What? No, you can… stay, it won’t do any damage.”

“I have to get some too. Besides, I came here on foot, so—”

“—It’s dark, do you even think? I can drive you on my way to work, if you don’t have anything to do.”

“Dove—”

“Please, Simon.” It leaves your mouth quicker than you wanted to. A plea, something you’d normally be too embarrassed to say, if the conditions would be different. Right now, you can’t care less when you had him only for minutes.

“Just—”

“—seriously. Stay. You can sleep on the couch, whatever, but I won’t let you go when you’re tired as shit. I want you to relax, have a coffee or tea, hell, I can even make you a sandwich because it doesn’t require—” you stop, only a surprised gasp leaving your mouth, as he pulls you into his lap. Confident, like a conversation minute ago didn't happen at all. 

“You ever… stop talkin’?” He tilts his head to the side. You can’t tell if he’s rather amused or… else.

You shake your head. “Not really.”

“Figured that out,” he murmurs, a hand on your cheek. “I’ll stay, just stop. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“And make those sandwiches.” Simon gets up with you, snaked around his figure. When you don’t back out, he raises his eyebrow—a clear indication for you to take a step back; which, you do.`

He cuts some vegetables, when you move candles to the kitchen to see better, playing with your necklace. Doing that, you see something that you missed when you first looked at the jewelry. 

There’s a little “S” on the back of the pendant.

He personalized it. 

[saltylittlecreature]

D100 Food list

A friend asked me to make this for an RPG thing. Now it's run into complications, so here is a list of 100 different foods that can be considered for whatever characters you have in mind.

Hamburger helper

Phantasmal popcorn that shows visions of the past.

Grilled Eggplant lasagna

Fried chicken sandwich

Sloppy joe

Vegan gluten free mac and cheese

Microwave bacon

Bread

Cake that changes its ingredients based on the eater's mood.

Ramen noodles with fried egg

Ghost pepper wings that cause time dilation effects.

Pizza

Mysterious stew that induces vivid hallucinations.

Sushi

Hamburger

Fried chicken

Biscuits

Buttered rum

Neocí

Transdimensional tea that allows glimpses into alternate realities

Raw butter

Champagne armagnac mir lemon drink with caramelized butter on top

Pound cake with carigold butter

Satan sausage (Spicy meat sausage with marsala sauce)

Omlett

Anything with paprika

Cold coffee

Anomalous spicy noodles that change flavor every bite.

Mozzarella sticks

Classic Margherita pizza

Well done smores

Biscuit burger

Black bean tacos with avocado

Raw Eggs

Mentaiko spaghetti with lemon, butter, and soy sauce

Meatball sub

Beef stroganoff over egg noodles

Ravioli

Thai green curry with chicken

Cold pizza

Steak

Convenience store  brand grilled chicken breast

Protein bar

Salmon Onigiri

Mediterranean quinoa salad

Muscle chicken

Vegemite

Creamy mushroom risotto

Pineapple

Steamed chicken pack (Convenience store preserved chicken)

Chicken bars (Minced and boil chicken breast)

Egg salad sandwiches

Ratatouille served with crusty bread

Chocolate satin pie

Banana

Mint chip cookies

Fish and chips with tartar sauce

Strudel

Nabi

Pork katsu

Smoked salmon bagel with cream cheese

Spam

Shape-shifting salad that takes on the form of the eater’s favorite vegetables.

Fried fish

Sugar that enhances or dulls emotions based on color.

Rice

Savory apple and cheese tart

Strawberry shortcake

Roasted vegetable medley

Royal milk tea cake

Yaki micu

Chocolate quesant

Pad Thai with shrimp

Burnt ends

Fresh fruit smoothie bowl

Baked potatoes with sour cream and chives

Barbecue

Falafel wrap with tahini sauce

Saki soaked rice

Butter nails lobster

Grilled octopus with lemon and herbs

Chocolate lava cake with vanilla ice cream

Pork belly bao buns

Stuffed bell peppers with rice and beans

Vegan lentil soup

Cloud cake that makes the eater feel weightless.

Inverted soup that serves as a window to another dimension.

Whispering wine that reveals secrets when drunk.

Any Parfies

Ethereal pizza that changes toppings based on cravings.

Grilled fish tacos with slaw

Metamorphic cheese that changes texture with each bite.

Almond croissants fresh from the bakery

Dancing donuts that move when not being watched.

Bacon-wrapped dates stuffed with cheese

Okonomiyaki that lets you stretch more

Arugula salad with lemon dressing

Tiyaki that increases your sense of taste.

ratatouille

Muffins

[koolades-world]

What dessert I give you based on your favorite Obey me! character

Lucifer: any type of pâte choux, specifically cream puffs with strawberry jam and whipped cream, it’s fancy and takes a while so it’s definitely giving lucifer

Mammon: tiramisu. Not only does it have a funnily named lady fingers in it, it’s also just really good and perfect for sharing with someone you love cough mammon cough

Levi: churros. While I don’t recommend it, it can be good for eating while playing games. I almost picked s’mores but those are so messy. You can also have a variety of dipping sauces or none if you prefer!

Satan: macarons, they’re harder to make than pate choux which is exactly what Satan would love. They’re also perfect for tea parties

Asmo: rice pudding with cinnamon on top. The cinnamon can be a cute shape if you want it to be. A dessert of my childhood, so simply and yummy and I think asmo would like that about it. It can be healthy but I usually opt for the regular and more delicious version

Beel: walnut brownies, they just hit so different especially late at night. Beel would understand and even though I am slightly allergic to walnuts that will not stop me from eating them

Belphie: flan, another dessert of my childhood. The way it wiggles is so fun. I hate jello because of the texture but love flan because of the texture idk. flan go wiggle wiggle haha

Diavolo: Moon Pies, specifically Banana flavor, I just got a chocolate one and thought he would find it amusing

Barbatos: Frozen Key Lime Pie dipped in chocolate on a stick, it’s a local thing don’t knock it until you try it

Simeon: strawberry shortcake, it’s just so him I can’t explain it any better. They can be so pretty too! Or they can be something simple and homemade, both are good

Luke: macaroons, I’ll take this to my grave but macaroons are better than macarons. My poor baby macaroons always being mixed up with macarons, luke is probably bitter about it too

Solomon: Red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting, idk it’s giving you defend it until the end of time because everyone else says it’s the same as chocolate cake when it’s not

Mephisto: coffee or espresso ice cream, it’s my favorite kind. I feel like he would also enjoy the nice balance of sweet and bitterness, and I like Mephisto lovers

Thirteen: lava cakes! These hold a special place in my heart, they were the first thing I ever baked only the best for thirteen and her fans mwa

Raphael: Brown butter pumpkin maple cookies, my speciality :) you guys seem so nice and warm have my favorite fall dessert, there aren’t many of you but I love you

[food-for-hungry-mtr-fans]

ROBINSONS FABORITE DESSERTS?!?’c

Oh, what a fun question! ^^

Gaston - Frozen Cream Puffs. I will NOT back down on this.

Laszlo - Oreo Ice Cream. With fruit rolls ups in it. (He likes the tattoo Fruit by the Foots too).

Art - He’s big on Pumpkin Pie. He makes a pretty good one, too.

Franny - She likes blueberry donuts, unglazed. She thinks they’re heaven above.

Cornelius - Thumbprint Cookies. They’re easy, one bite so they’re clean, pretty, and they’re peanut butter!! :D

Wilbur - Neapolitan Ice Cream, five scoops and a pound of sprinkles. He’s a smart 13 year old but he’s still a 13 year old. Neapolitan is three whole ice creams in one.

Fritz - Plain pound cake. He occasionally puts glazed strawberries on it, but he enjoys the basic yet sweet flavor of the plain cake.

Petunia can’t eat, and all she deserves anyway are nails.

Tallulah - Doesn’t really like desserts, but would chose Pecan Ice Cream if she had to pick. Carl enjoys the visual appeal of a Tirimasu. Grandpa Bud - Molten Lava cake. [I ALWAYS FORGET HIM FOR HEADCANONS IM SORRY]. He puts more chocolate on top and has to eat with a spoon and sometimes a strawz

Lucille - Speaking of straw, her favorite dessert is a split between a Mango Smoothie and a Tirimasu. She eats it away from Carl so he doesn’t get sad. :)

[dyxtd21]

All of my AU Transformers and their candy/sweet motif (Part 2):

Autobons (Autobots):

Sentinel Prime = Sundae Prime (Sundaes)

2. Bluestreak = Bluestraw (Strawberry Shortcake)

3. Sideswipe = Sideswiss (Swiss Roll Cake)

4. Trailbreaker = Trailbutter (Butter Cookies)

5. Grimlock = Grimlava (Lava Cake) (Dinobot but whatever)

6. Elita One = Elita Orange (Orange Sorbet)

Decepticorns (Decepticons):

Scourge = Scourock (Rock Candy)

2. Acid Strom = Acid Stracciatella (Stracciatella Ice Cream) (One of the Frosties

3. Deathsaurus = Deathsachertorte (Sachertorte) (One of the Frosties)

4. Galvatron = Galvatiramisu (Tiramisu) (Not a resurrection of Megatron via Unicron. He's individual)

5. Overlord = Overlemon (Lemon Meringue Ice Cream Cake) (One of the Frosties)

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

you say the whole world's ending (honey, it already did) (Trobed)

"It has to be okay for it to get on a boat with Lavar Burton and never come back."

This wasn't supposed to be a tragedy. This wasn't supposed to end like this.

He was supposed to end up with Britta. Or Annie. Anyone, really, it didn't matter, as long as he stayed. As long as the Dreamatorium still functioned.

(As long as you got to love him through movie nights and pillow fights and butter noodles and Armageddon.)

You don't know when you began to lose Him. It wasn't to the Air Conditioner Repair School. It wasn't to the Great Pillows-And-Blankets war.

It wasn't Pierce. Not truly. Pierce was never important enough to sever that tie.

He needed to be his own man. He needed to go on his own adventure.

And you?

You are floating. Drifting. You cannot find your plot. You cannot thread together the character arcs that once guided you. You are pulled and pushed and the world falls apart. He turns and hugs you and the one person who you counted on to always understand you, all of the tangled film reels making up your brain, gets on a boat with Lavar Burton and never comes back.

The color seeps from the world. The color grading fades to a grayish, sickly shade. The wide shots disappear in favor of mid-range shots centered around one location, the study table, but it's not a bottle episode in the fun way. It's not. The apocalypse has arrived, not in fire and nuclear war, but instead The Road style, all depressing grays and cold blues.

The shenanigans continue, sure. Of course they do. The show is barreling towards something- or, perhaps, it's limping. So many parts of it have been chewed away, stolen by other networks. First Pierce, a wound to the arm you could sustain and sew up with a few stitches and then move on.

But then Him. Then the other half of yourself, the part you clung to throughout so many potential apocalypses before, gets on a boat, stepping into freedom and his own spin-off, and you are handcuffed to a filing cabinet for the crime of being strange. Of your senses being too sensitive. Of you being finally understood and- not loved, not appreciated, but shown kindness.

It's wrong for others to show you kindness. It's wrong for others to accommodate you.

You are not made to be accommodated. You are made to mocked and shoved and forced into the cookie-cutter hole that society has forced upon you.

You stop getting up to adventures. You stop searching out whimsy. Your delight got on a boat and abandoned you.

You retreat behind your camera. You enter your corner and you never leave. You lock away the corner of your mind that contains the Dreamatorium.

You are still handcuffed to the wall of that locker, aren't you? He found you at Inspecticon, but he lost you in the lava. A clone emerged, a perfected copy, who is bound by metal and lava and zombie bites and the knowledge that you were a whole person before Him but a jagged wound after Him.

You stop reaching out. You leave him at an unanswered "I love you." You cannot bear to seek and not find, to be rebuffed in person once again by the one person you once gave your bleeding heart to.

He doesn't come back. He is never coming back.

Pierce is gone. Shirley is gone. He is gone. Frankie and Elroy are here, and they're nice, but it's not the same.

You wish the lava had cauterized the wound in your heart. You wish that the world had allowed you to move on without a constant pain tearing itself into your chest.

There is only one answer you can give yourself now. There is only one way your story can end.

You leave the study room for the final time and you look back and the table has so many empty seats. So many holes that need to be filled.

You close your eyes, tears burning the backs but refusing to fall, and you lay his name behind you. You will not take it with you. You cannot bear to take it with you. You cannot carry this weight alone. You must leave this hurt behind, even if it means abandoning your heart in Greendale just like He once abandoned you.

The door falls shut. The curtain falls. The credits play.

The show is over. The tragedy has run its course, you at the center, you the fool, you the crushed body, you the director who packs everything up and ends the story.

No one is interested in seeing your heart anymore, if they ever were in the first place.

***

(Years later, a man will step foot off of a boat. He is late. Far too late. He should have returned ages ago. He has a beard and a few new scars and he is wiser and more worn but his eyes shine like they always did.

He stops in Greendale and is told that you left years ago. That he has missed his chance. That he is better off returning to Air Conditioner Repair and not wondering where you went.

You have drifted. You have left. You have turned your back on a world that turned its back on you.

But He is far more stubborn than you give him credit for. He turned the world over for himself, but also for you. For the spin-off you always begged for.

He picks up your heart from beneath the study table, cradles it close, and resolves to return it to you. He will bring you the keys to the handcuffs. He will bring you understanding. He will bring you butter noodles and a smile that never wavers. Not for you.

It will take time to reestablish trust, to unravel trauma and an ache as deep and old as the life you have survived, but he will do it. He would follow you anywhere, you know? He was delayed, detoured, but you were always the end goal.

He will eventually return his hands to repair. He likes helping people, and likes fidgeting with his hands, so why not?

But right now, he turns on his heel and heads straight for the airport. He has a plane to L.A. to catch.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48569731

[welcome-to-roomba-fazbender]

Seasons Greetings 2024!

"Hello Howdy my lovely patreon! and customers! It's time to roll out this years special holiday themed menu items!"

"These items will be sold in restaurant from today untill January 10th 2025, get them before it's too late!"

1: A Christmas Charlie Beer Mug (69.99$)

It's a glass beer mug, that is a small 20 inch long statue of me in a Santa outfit, by also ordering this special item you can as for one daily free refill of beer in the karaoke bar untill January 10th.

2: Christmas bed"lamb" (24.99)

It's a log of lamb with a horn headband on it and a dash of chaos!

[warning dash of chaos is a randomly selected blend of spices]

3: Boars In Blankets (6.99$)

It's a plate of 15 Pigs In Blankets, but made with boar meat, instead of regular pork.

4: Severed Arm (30$)

It's a large chunk of meat, designed to look like a human arm, charlie made sure it dosen't acutally contain any real human meat, but it is really realistic, almost unnervingly so.

5: Chuck-Cakes (5$)

It's a plate of pancakes decorated and made by Chuck, under the guidance of Charlie and Roomba Renaldo, they also come with a cute small flag with chucks face on it.

6: Fruit Cake Punch (8$)

It's a punch bowl, that comes with plastic red solo cups, it's a fruit punch drink that tastes like a fruit cake.

7: Candied Pears (2.50$)

It's a small sqaure of Candied Pears, prepared like candied yams.

8: Ginger Bread Cookies "Charlie Edition™" (20$)

It's a plate of ginger bread cookies, shaped like and designed after Charlie and people in Charlies life.

Charlie, Chuck, Robert, Preston, Cap, Bedlam, Chork, Ronald, Spork, Nathaniel.

You'll get 2 cookies based on each different design/person totaling a pack of 20 cookies.

9: Captain Supreme Christmas Sushi (6$)

It's a plate of 8 pieces of sushi, 4 pieces being California roll, the other 4 are sushi stuffed with turkey marinated in orange chicken sauce, the sushi is also served with a cherry cola flavored cranberry sauce.

10: Galaxy Nog (3$)

It's a special eggnog, with a yin-yang cookie flavor, Charlie made the eggnog look exactly like our galaxy simply staring inside the cup is mesmerizing and is a sight to behold.

11: Stuffing (4$)

It's just regular stuffing, not much special about it, but their are chunks of bacon fried kangaroo meat.

12: Roasted Quail with a side of deviled quail eggs (10$)

It's a quail cooked exactly like a Christmas turkey, but also an ungodly amount of butter.

"And Just like the previous year! we also have some returning items!"

13: Glass Replica of Abel Brannigan's Phone Head. (10.25$)

All phone guys get a 5$ discount on this item, feel the pleasure of breaking this stupid bastard's head, throw it against the wall, smash it with a hammer, stomp it with your feet do whatever! Get out your anger who's the reason phone guys exist.

14: Hot Walrus Chocolate (2.00$)

It’s hot chocolate but made with walrus milk! (STILL Sliverjack Free!)

15: Christmas Water (10.00$)

It’s water imported from the north poll with a sticker saying “Santa's Bath Water.” With a tiny floating Santa toy inside.

16: Veggies (8.99$)

you get a plate full of different veggies like steamed Kohlrabi, Sunchoke fries, Yard Long Beans and of course Brusselberry sprouts with butter included!

17: Mince Pie (1.99$ per slice) 

it’s a Christmas mince meat pie honestly one of the most normal things we’ve got.

18: A Holiday Chatter Phone Christmas Themed Cup (45.50$)

Just as described it's an exact replica of a chatter phone but it has see-through eyes and it's Christmas themed simply stick a straw into the Santa hat and enjoy 20$ worth of drinks at roomba fazbender's completely free after purchase!

19: Chaos Tacos ($3.99)

It's a plate of 4 tacos, all four have different types of meat every order of this will always have different meats and they also each come with different cheese too.

20: Chocolate Lava Candy Cane Infused Cake (15$)

Just as advertised it's a chocolate lava cake but with candy cane chunks inside it.

[masoncarr2244]

[siordrawzstuff]

**SPOILERS**

Pitaya slaying? Whos that lava dragon?

I did not expect devsisters to ever draw like this tbh

Hollyberry Slaying.

Pie cookie??????? They look like a pirate. Big gun

This is the new cookie that they leaked? A bit lackluster tbh. WHOS THAT PINK DRAGON???? LYCHEE????? WHY DOES SHE HAVE PVS MARK

Another picture of pitaya slaying?

And heres the title. Butter and Lychee are on the red dragons side. Pitaya on hollyberrys??

I think the new "pie" cookies going to be ranged.

[bigsoftmarshmallow]

What are the Ganondorfs (Wind Waker, Ocarina of Time, Twilight Princess, Hyrule Warriors, and Tears of the Kingdom) and Demise (From Legend of Zelda Skyward Sword) favorite cookie? What are their favorite baked good? What desert do they love the most? Why?

Wind Waker Ganondorf

Favorite Cookie: Gingerbread Cookies

Why: The warm spices and the slight snap of gingerbread remind him of the festive celebrations back in his homeland.

Favorite Baked Good: Baklava

Why: The layers of flaky pastry, nuts, and honey are reminiscent of traditional Gerudo desserts, bringing back fond memories.

Favorite Dessert: Honey Cake

Why: The rich, moist texture combined with the sweetness of honey provides a comforting and familiar taste.

Ocarina of Time Ganondorf

Favorite Cookie: Dark Chocolate Chip Cookies

Why: The bitterness of the dark chocolate balances well with the sweetness of the cookie, mirroring his complex personality.

Favorite Baked Good: Date and Walnut Bread

Why: This dense and flavorful bread reminds him of the simple, hearty foods of his homeland.

Favorite Dessert: Almond Pastries

Why: The combination of nuts and sweet pastry offers a satisfying and rich taste that he enjoys.

Twilight Princess Ganondorf

Favorite Cookie: Shortbread Cookies

Why: The simplicity and buttery richness of shortbread appeal to his refined tastes.

Favorite Baked Good: Spiced Pumpkin Bread

Why: The warm spices and moist texture evoke the earthy and rugged feel of his world.

Favorite Dessert: Spiced Fruit Tart

Why: The combination of sweet fruits and warm spices creates a complex flavor profile that he finds irresistible.

Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf

Favorite Cookie: Peanut Butter Cookies

Why: The rich, nutty flavor and chewy texture provide a satisfying treat.

Favorite Baked Good: Cinnamon Rolls

Why: The sweet, sticky rolls are indulgent and comforting, perfect for someone who appreciates a bit of decadence.

Favorite Dessert: Molten Lava Cake

Why: The combination of a rich outer cake with a gooey, molten center mirrors his powerful and fiery nature.

Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf

Favorite Cookie: Oatmeal Raisin Cookies

Why: The chewy texture and combination of oats and raisins remind him of homey, rustic foods.

Favorite Baked Good: Apple Pie

Why: The combination of sweet apples, spices, and flaky crust offers a taste of comfort and nostalgia.

Favorite Dessert: Pecan Pie

Why: The sweet, nutty filling combined with the flaky crust provides a rich and satisfying dessert experience.

Demise (Skyward Sword)

Favorite Cookie: Double Chocolate Cookies

Why: The intense chocolate flavor matches his dark and powerful persona.

Favorite Baked Good: Black Forest Cake

Why: The combination of rich chocolate, tart cherries, and whipped cream creates a complex and indulgent dessert.

Favorite Dessert: Blood Orange Sorbet

Why: The intense, tangy flavor of blood orange reflects his fierce and fiery nature, while the refreshing quality of sorbet is a stark contrast to his usual intensity.

Each character's preferences reflect their unique personalities and backgrounds, with a mix of traditional flavors from their homelands and desserts that match their personal traits.

[pizza-games-and-more]

Can I do a headcanon request on the Pizza Tower Crew with their favorite foods, drinks, and desserts?

Since you asked nicely, of course I'll do this request! Sorry if some of these come off as very left-field lmao, it's hard to think of ones for everyone so some of these I just made up on the spot.

Peppino

Favourite food: Believe it or not, mac and cheese lol. He does like pizza enough to take his career path in it, but there's something special about mac and cheese to him.

Favourite drink: Milkshakes

Favourite dessert: Ice cream.

(for him I went mainly with comfort foods, since let's be real, he would have a special fondness for those)

Gustavo

Favourite food: Pizza. Especially mushroom pizza, as it reminds him of home.

Favourite drink: Smoothies

Favourite dessert: Cherry pie

(for him I made the drink up on the spot, but the food preference i already had in mind and the dessert i based on gnome forest's treasure)

Brick

Favourite food: Cheese

Favourite drink: Milk

Favourite dessert: Cheesecake

(i went with anything cheese-related with Brick because he's a rat)

Mr. Stick

Favourite food: Sausages. Any kind of sausages, really. Particularly breakfast sausages are his favourite.

Favourite drink: Water. He doesn't like sweet or bitter foods, so water is the only drink he can tolerate.

Favourite dessert: Plain cookies. Again, not a fan of sweets, so he goes simple for desserts.

(i imagine Mr. Stick being a picky eater)

Pepperman

Favourite food: Salad. Anything goes in salad and it can be arranged in a variety of creative ways, so of course he'd like salad!

Favourite drink: Lemonade

Favourite dessert: Lava cake. Oddly satisfying...

(i made the drink up on the spot for him, but the other two i went with something artsy but still simple)

The Vigilante

Favourite food: The crispiest bacon that you could imagine.

Favourite drink: Coffee. Especially how Noisette makes it.

Favourite dessert: Anything with milk chocolate.

(favourite food i made up, drink and dessert are based on a headcanon that he loves both bitter and sweet flavours, the opposite of Mr. Stick)

The Noise

Favourite food: Hamburgers

Favourite drink: Tea

Favourite dessert: Yes (in all seriousness, cake)

(these are all based on actual sprites relating to him, pre and post-release, save for the cake option which i picked because you can literally put any sweets you want in a cake)

Noisette

Favourite food: Peanut butter spaghetti

Favourite drink: Spicy pepper coffee (it's a hidden menu item!)

Favourite dessert: Hamburger ice cream

(noisette sure loves weird food combinations. the drink and dessert are both references to web videos.)

Fake Peppino

Favourite food: Melted crayons

Favourite drink: Bathroom tap water

Favourite dessert: Flavorless jello

(yeah i don't think i need to explain this one. he would answer with an exact copy of peppino's answers, but these are the true answers.)

Pizzahead

Favourite food: Pizza. But NO PINEAPPLE.

Favourite drink: Soda

Favourite dessert: Ice cream sundaes

(he definitely has a childish palate)

[theladyhibiscus]

Ayo, why does eating cause weight gain. Why is life so cruel...?

I LOVE FOOD.

GIVE ME ALL THE ROASTED PUMPKIN WEDGES, ROASTED TURKEY WITH HOMEMADE CRANBERRY SAUCE, SOUTHERN MAC N CHEESE, CANDIED YAMS, BUTTERED STRING BEANS.

GOOEY CHEESEBURGERS, CRISPY FRENCH FRIES, SPARKLING LEMONADES, REFRESHING ARNOLD PALMER COCKTAILS, CRISPY AND GOOEY GRILLED CHEESE SANDWICHES WITH RICH TOMATO SOUP, CRISPY AND JUICY BIRRIAS WITH HOT AND SAVORY CONSOME, BUTTERY ROASTED CORN.

CREAMY AND RICH VANILLA AND CARAMEL ICE CREAM IN BETWEEN PILLOWY CINNAMON COOKIES, MOLTEN OOEY GOOEY HOT FUDGE LAVA CAKE, CREAMY AND COMFORTING TRES LECHES CAKE, NOSTALGIC PUMPKIN PIE, FRUITY AND REFRESHING MANGO PHILADELPHIA WATER ICE IN A PLASTIC CUP FRESH FROM OUTSIDE THE BODEGA FOR $0.25.

STEAMY, MEATY, FILLING, RICH MEATLOAF, CRUNCHY GOLDEN FRIED CHICKEN, SPICY GRILLED STUFFED RED PEPPERS FILLED TO THE BRIM WITH TOMATO-Y AND SEASONED BEEF, CRISPY CRUNCHY MEATY GOOEY SPICY JALAPEÑO LOADED NACHOS.

Foooooooooooood...