#damn I'm hungry

[kickmelickme]

How did I realize I'm asexual and aromantic? It was the moment I decided finally read something more about this comunity and not only did I understand and identify with literally EVERYTHING, but while reading about aroace, I was eating a garlic bread. And it was the most important thing in the universe in that moment. And then I saw all those memes about garlic bread and I just knew.

[mayra-quijotescx]

So the deep lore apparently suggests that Marcille is Italian, but the basis is her surname (Donato) and spaghetti and meatballs being an exemplar of the local cuisine... but in our world spaghetti and meatballs is more of a fusion cuisine that got its start in Italoamerican enclaves, so I'm going to go ahead and claim her for Elf South Philly.

[jeffy-reblogz]

I don't even watch food theory wtaf are these thumbnails rofl

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; gn!reader + cannibalism (😁)

heian era!sukuna loves breaking humans.

he has no trouble tearing them apart, either with his hands or his words. sometimes even his eyes are enough. humans are but feeble things, mere toys for his entertainment – and you are no different.

kneeling before him as he lounges on his throne, you stare up at him with big, wide eyes. your hands rest on your lap, your back straight as a log. you don't sniffle, nor do you tremble; the only thing that seperates you from the rest of them is the lack of fear. curiosity runs in your veins, mixing with adrenaline as you wait for his command.

that never comes.

sukuna rests his head on his hand, all of his four eyes strained on you while the corners of his lips tug up. it's rather unusual for him to get this much enjoyment out of a human – sure, their screams sound great and their flesh tastes good, but he doesn't love it. it's getting boring, they're all the same.

but the way you're looking at him is... exciting.

you want to do what he tells you but it's not the type of want all the servants share. oh, no – this is something different entirely. sukuna wonders whether you'd say no to him, whether you'd refuse him just for the sake of your own entertainment. your eyes are dark with playfulness – so far from horror, so far from devotion.

(it might be a kind of love nonetheless.)

he sees the twitch of your eyebrow – the tinge of impatiance and it only furthers his interest in you. what kind of a human are you? who are you to show the king anything other than ardor? why are you so comfortable with sitting before him? don't you know what he's capable of?

sukuna picked you himself. you stood in a line of humans with your head up high and your eyes glued forward. and you were nothing special until he and uraume made their way over to you.

you just couldn't help it.

your eyes flicked up to his and your cheek was immediately met with the palm of uraume's hand. a stinging pain bloomed under your skin, crawling further and further over your body as you let your head hang – you bowed and apologized, just the way you're meant to but sukuna saw it.

the smirk on your lips.

no tears, no sobbing. no shame.

oh, you just might be the one to break him instead.

sukuna's heartbeat is steady, his eyes glued to yours as he admires your pretty face. he thinks about how you'd look while crying, while bleeding. but for once, those are not his goals.

this time, he really does just want to play. to push you. to study you. to see what you are made of.

to see what you are.

his one hand raises from the throne and you don't flinch. sukuna reaches out, the tips of his fingers brushing over your plump lips ever-so-gently and you take a second to think about how soft his touch is. though his skin is rough and calloused, scars littered all across it – he handles you like you're made out of glass.

(but he likes breaking things, doesn't he?)

the room is dimly lit with only two big lanters hanging by the door. the dark, golden light dance on your king's face, the shadows caressing his face in a way that's making you jealous.

neither of you have spoken a single word since you walked through the big wooden doors. the only thing you can hear is your own heartbeat and the quiet hum that your king lets out when he makes contact with you. it feels... intimate.

he's still leaned back in the throne, his posture relaxed and his legs wide apart, giving you enough room to sit perfectly in the middle of them. you're closer than any of the other toys that have stepped a foot in this room and sukuna knows that if he were to tell you that, you'd beam. something in you would grow and if he's being honest, he wouldn't mind. he wants to see that. deep inside, he wants you to push him, too.

sukuna watches you flutter your eyelashes at him when his index fingers presses past your soft lips and meets the wet and warm inside of your mouth. he feels over your teeth, your sharp canines and lets out a pleased hum. heat takes over your whole body, from your throat to your ears, from the tips of your fingers to your toes. it's all over.

you hollow your cheeks and suck on his digit, letting pride flourish in your chest at the sight of your king's chest rising sharply from the new sensation.

"feed."

you think about it.

you think about your life. you think about what might come after this.

but none of it matters; do you really want to be another coward? why live at all if you're going to do it in fear? your king is going out of his way to offer you his hand. his body, and you're here contemplating it. he should strike you just for wasting time.

you are different.

sukuna feels your teeth settle between his second and third knuckle and he feels your tongue press up against the underside of the finger. his heart beats a little faster. will you? will you do it? will you take him? the second last more than one, the newly found excitement eating away at the king's intestines.

it wasn't a command. it wasn't.

you want to.

the gift sits heavy on top your awaiting tongue, your saliva coating it in desire. your eyes are dark and your pupils are blown wide, but the look is the same – tempting. playful. sukuna can't tell who's really in control now; is he doing this to you or are you doing it to him? is he doing it to himself or are you doing it to yourself?

and what is it exactly that you're doing in the first place?

pain shoots through sukuna's body, but he can't look away. blood trickles from the corner of your lips as you sink into him. you keep your gaze on him, never letting it sway because you need to watch him. you're feeding off of him in more ways than he even realizes.

iron fills your mouth and paints all your teeth a pretty maroon color. your thighs press together as you lean forward – silently asking for more.

sukuna doesn't care for scars, nor is he a stranger to pain but he should draw the line at pleasuring a human. but you're hungry, so why would he deny you when you're being so good for him?

nobody else has ever treated him this way, always so scared to do wrong by him but here you are – drawing blood from your king as if it's nothing. he feels you pull flesh from his bone and that on it's own is enough for him to know that he wants to keep you.

but when you pull back with your mouth and chin all covered in a mixture of his ichor and your saliva, and when you chew on his skin right there in front of him with a smile on your face... he knows it in his gut. you're the one for him.

[ghostlyarchaeologist]

Christian Kane twirling props (and food!): a series. Part 8/?

Kane's Kitchen

[jimmyspades]

"Perhaps I should assume control... Just out of curiosity, if you were in control–" "I'd shut up and kiss you." ... "It's funny, I don't feel in control." BOSTON LEGAL 5.11 "Juiced" (Deleted scene)

[minced-mangoes]

I think we should introduce more enrichment to Lucifer's enclosure. So I will be setting a deer free inside of it, so he can act on his natural instincts of chasing after Mammon and beating him up.

If he eats the deer alive? That's just extra protein.

[weirdoartsy]

All alone

Chap 1 | page 0

All alone in this world without my sensei I fake it.

Oh boy finally starting this god forsaken comic I've been talking about 🥲

This is mainly a test page to see how y'all will react but I kinda hate how I drew leo😭

[friendly-jester]

god the food looks so fuckin' good in this

[mist-the-wannabe-linguist]

FINALLY IT'S FUCKING DONE OH MY GOD

it took over 100 layers

and is apparently so big I can't upload it to tumblr. welp

it's all of our guys look at them

For those who haven't been here from the start, this is the full (excluding like three characters who never got a ref sheet afaik) list of characters for the Frankenstein sequel AU called From The Ship Logbooks that me and some of my mutuals have been playing around with for...

...three years in about a month.

And now for the first time I finally kicked myself into actually finishing a full reference sheet for the entire crew

Morten Bakken, Pierre D'Aboville, André Montmorency, Finn Olsen, Claude Roussel and Émile Doisneau belong to @pixelmuppet, Tristan Booker and Øyvind Pedersen belong to @mad-scientist-in-theory-2, Jack Corbyn, Lynx and Cadieux Auclaire belong to @the-gay-prometheus, Owain Rhys belongs to @aimless--jack, Winston Atkinson belongs to @dippydots, Tadgh Farrell belongs to @you-are-constance, Elias Golubev, Guy Renoir, Gustave Doisneau belong to @hermes-left-nut, Fintan O'Heaney, Martial Scott and Pierre Capret belong to @casual-owl, Nicu Boamos belongs to @hypo-critic-al, Valentine Laurent, Alexander Ivanov and Pierre Naudé belong to @severedfeetpics, Jacques Renoir and Johan Federssen belong to @corvidiss, Rune Hermansen, Mittens and Pierre Bellavoir belong to @twistedtriptych, Nikolai Antonov, Andrey Morozov and Enok Johansen belong to @a-model-of-propriety, Jens Aaberg belongs to @lordbrezel, the remaining characters were created in collab by me and @scarlet-being, and ofc Ernest Frankenstein, Robert Walton and Margaret Saville were created by Mary Shelley

*a single, quiet and exhausted wahoo*

[arttsuka]

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[love-too]

I sometimes lay in bed before going to sleep and think back on the delicious food I had for dinner. This is the real aroace experience for me

[cleverclovers]

cultish religious trauma is wild. you can spend ages working the religion out of your identity, then someone says something about something a representative from your former sect said, you contextualize it, then slip right back into the cult mindset to explain how you would have done it better. which verses you'd have used, how you would have presented it and what reading material you'd have offered. how you went about coercing people into studies with older brothers and sisters at doors in service hours.

then you realize what you've done and spend the next week or more scrubbing your brain with apostate content because religious guilt for leaving the cult is eating at your queer, heartbroken, lonely little brain and trying to strip away your hard earned identity.

anyway, time to go back to watching darth magog. star wars and ex jw apostate content. awesome tbh

[cheetour]

I like unfollowing new blogs constantly so I always keep it fresh and my dashboard is tidy. I was following an ant blog for a few months and had a lovely time. great blog. I unfollowed them because the winds of my heart lead me and a beautiful life is full of goodbyes. anyway, day 2 on ADHD medication and I decided to unfollow a bunch of blogs because I'm very excited to be able to read posts at normal speed one at a time

[flowery-laser-blasts]

Food deliveryman: alright bon appetite.

Me: bon appetite to you too

Food deliveryman: what was that?

Me to myself: okay girl, you got this. He didn't hear it.

Me: I said, bon apatite to you too and have a good working night.

Deliveryman: ... you too?

I'm screaming

[monty-glasses-roxy]

Ya know, I said it offhandedly in the tags of the last post but I'm wondering what a Chica themed cookbook would include now. Pizza is the obvious one, same with cake and cupcakes. She has some canon stuff with something about chowder, Chica chug, Chica bites, uhhhh the uhhh skinny taco from Help Wanted 2, lemon Chicabars, the blendee, and whatever else she normally has I dunno. Her Fizzy Faz flavour is pink lemonade so there's that too...

She's then got the whole mazercise thing, so fruit smoothies and just general stuff with fruit is probably gonna work. Obviously she's a chicken, so there's that too.

Honestly, I can see her having a cake section where she tells the recipes to her friend's favourite cakes. So the obvious would be carrot cake for Bonnie then I dunno a lemon lime cheesecake for Monty or something?

I think the thing about a Chica cookbook is that it's just so easy to visualise and work with that it would be kind of hard to get it wrong, and yet, this isn't a real thing that exists for some reason??