#deadly foods

[gildedoak]

Southern Comfort Food Episode 11 - Pecan Pie and Sugar Pie

FINALLY! BEELZEBUB AND ASMODEUS ARRIVE!! They. Have. So. Many. Details. *wheeeeeeze*

I personally have not had sugar pie, but it sounds delicious! From what I could gather, it's almost like a pecan pie without the pecan layer on top. If I am incorrect, those of you who HAVE had sugar pie, please hop in the comments.

SOUTHERN COMFORT FOOD SERIES Chicken and Waffles Sweet Tea Peach Cobbler Hushpuppies Crab/Crawfish Boil Gumbo (plus character notes!) Beignets (part 2) Shrimp and Grits Cornbread Biscuits and Gravy Fried Catfish ??? - Season 1 Finale

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[IMAGE DESCRIPTION: King Asmodeus and Queen Beelzebub each stand holding a pecan pie and a sugar pie. Lucifer has shapeshifted into a bird with a tiny top hat, flying above Bee as he sticks his tongue out at her.

Lucifer: Nyehhh!!

Bee: Flying away won't get you outta this, Luci! WE NEED TO CHAT.

The pecan pie she's holding gets larger, with the caption "SUPERSIZE IT." Asmodeus stands beside her, though his pies are smartly packed away into labeled boxes.

Asmodeus, talking into his cell phone: Better hurry up Levi, or I'm gonna take your share home to Fizzie!

Leviathan: YOU WOULDN'T DARE! BEL, DRIVE FASTER!!

Aggressive driving sounds can be heard in the background on the other line, presumably Belphegor as she proceeds to break several traffic laws.

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[fishyfishyfishtimes]

Sometimes I feel like celiac disease doesn't actually count as a disability since it's so easy and stress free compared to deadly allergies, but then I remember that I have to meticulously plan every trip I go to and play 4D chess with uni campus restaurant menus and for a brief moment there was genuine consideration if I should be put on growth hormones because I was so small from not getting enough nutrients

[violent138]

The Batkids buy food for each other to circumvent having to apologize. Usually it works, with mutual nods or a question about whether [pickle/extra sauce/specificity] was included. And when it fails you best believe the sibling who messed up chases down the other to somehow force the food onto them and extract an apology. I'm talking city wide chases where Red Hood's bazooka-ing pancakes at a sibling (Condiment King tries to get in on it and gets smacked down for his troubles). Robin sends Red Robin crashing into a Red Robin joint because he's sorry. Or Spoiler being taken out of commission when Batgirl accidentally smacks her in the face with a takeout bag to apologize for knocking her out.

[captainhysunstuff]

22 more images (with some saucy shenanigans and immature "seduction" tactics towards the end) below the cut:

Ryuk makes his grand return and is brought up to speed with Light and L's immoral union. The date seems pretty successful~.

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[levinchurchdotcom]

Banica in a jar!

in ukrainian the jar is "banka" and the diminutive of banka is "banochka" so here's Banica in the banochka

[the-face-in-the-mirror]

*waking up in the middle of the night to create the rewrite* Da hoes gonna loooooove this~.

As vaguely promised, here is Ban! The Sin of Greed himself, finally with a bit less red on him. But, of course, still with his slutty little crop tops, as he deserves. Might not be able to mansplain, manipulate, manwhore his way out this one, though.

Long hair on Ban does things to me so i’m subjecting all of you to the mullet. But it’s okay, because he looks good in almost anything. This outfit is largely inspired from a few of his Grand Cross outfits that I took a liking to, especially the jacket with the fur collar. I think it gives him more of that fox look, while also emphasizing the Greed aspect and how he likes nicer things; fur coats or even coats with fur linings or collars are typically viewed as being more luxurious, and I think it looks good in him. Same goes with the fur-lined boots.

As stated above, the steel-toed boots and armoured claws are good for both combat and scaling buildings. I like to think Ban is good at scaling buildings since he climbed the Sacred Tree so easily, and he’s a thief so why not let him be a thief. Let him get up to sketchy stuff, it’s what he deserves. Additionally, I thought it might be cool to make Ban a Beastman, or at least half of one. He always had a few characteristics about him that were just a bit too animalistic to not be explained. He hides it pretty well, and it’s likely that most of the Sins don’t actually know about it, bar Meliodas who’s known him the longest. And, despite what you might expect, I think it might be neat to make Ban a Werewolf rather than a Werefox like Zhivago. You would expect a Fox, which are sly, cunning, untrustworthy, thieving—most of which Ban is, but I think making him Wolf reveals the parts of him that aren’t as often considered, like his bravery and loyalty—if not towards Liones then towards Meliodas—and his fiercely protective nature.

In my mind, the “tattoos” on each sin have always seemed more like brands; they’re technically criminals, after all, and tattoos CAN technically be removed even if it would be harder in this setting (bar some sort of magic, probably). Brands are much harder to get rid of, if not impossible, and I think it would suit their perceived crimes. However, because of his regenerative healing, the branding iron never quite worked on Ban, so they said “fuck it” and whipped out the stick and poke.

And that’s all for Ban for now. I’m quite proud of this one. Let me know what ya think, if ya’ll are so inclined, and I will see you relatively soon!

[dreamwatch]

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest

Prompt: Gluttony | Word Count: 1313 | Rating: T | CW: Religious fanaticism, food horror | POV: Eddie | Pairing: None | Tags: Eddie, Gareth, Jeff, Matt (Freak), food challenges, Gareth has a bad time, horror because it's Halloween!

Eddie wasn’t expecting to end up like some suburban mom when they go on their first van tour. He doesn’t really eat much anymore; the bat attack didn’t just leave him with scars on the outside. But the guys are like baby birds, mouths permanently open waiting for someone to drop Wendy’s burgers into them. That someone being Eddie. 

The little birds are hungry, and because he can’t take Gareth’s whining anymore he agrees to stop in some podunk town in the middle of nowhere. There’s no Wendy’s here though, just a little diner on the side of the road that doesn’t look all that promising from the outside, but there are people inside so the food must be edible. And honestly, Eddie doesn’t really give a shit because he’s not going to be eating any of it anyway.

“Glutton Stop?” Gareth grumbles, as he climbs out of the van and stretches his back. “Sounds great.”

“Are you hungry or not?” Eddie snaps. 

Three pairs of shoulders shrug simultaneously, which he takes as a yes. They head inside, a little bell above the door alerting everyone to their presence. It’s oddly dark and out of date; less ‘Happy Days’ and more ‘Seen Better Days’, but through the gloom they find one table free, right in the middle of the restaurant. 

Everyone is staring at them. Matt elbows him and nods towards the huge cross above the diner counter. Fucking great. It sets his teeth on edge instantly; even before everything that happened Eddie didn’t really like to stand out in places like this. He was all for pushing buttons, but small buttons. Even Eddie has the smarts to be cautious when he strays away from home.

Jeff turns the menu over. “This place is kind of expensive.”

He’s not wrong, but they just caused a lot of fuss and attention walking in and everyone is watching them like hawks.

“Let’s just order drinks and fries and get the hell out of here,” Eddie says quietly.

A waitress approaches and runs through all the specials they definitely can’t afford. 

“What’s that?” asks Jeff, pointing at a yellowed poster on the wall. 

The waitress beams. “That’s the Glutton Burger. If you finish it in forty minutes your whole table eats free.”

They all perk up, excited grins spreading across their faces.

“It doesn’t look so bad, right?” Eddie says looking at the picture. A huge burger in a bun, massive side of fries, waffles, hash-browns, and a large milkshake topped with cherries and cream. He could have eaten that when he was a kid, no problem.

“We could totally do this!” Jeff says excitedly, looking at Matt. 

They’re all looking at Matt.

“Who is ‘we’?” he says shortly. “Oh, because I’m a little husky I’ll do it? Fuck you. Also, I’m vegetarian.”

Gareth frowns. “Since when are you—”

“Well I can’t do it,” Jeff cuts in. He points at his mouth. “Braces.”

“Okay, well may I remind you all of that I lost roughly five feet of intestines and two thirds of my stomach last year. I’m lucky I’m eating solid food, so I will not be partaking. Gareth? You’ve been complaining of starvation for the last three hours. What do you say?”

Gareth loves a challenge, there’s no way he’s saying no, so fifteen minutes later a huge tray of food is delivered to the table. It’s a lot bigger than it looks in the photograph. Eddie squirms.

“Ma’am, in the unlikely event that my friend here doesn’t finish, how much—”

“Gluttony is costly,” smiles the waitress. “Forty dollars. Plus whatever you guys ordered.” 

Shit. They’ve got less than twenty between them until the next gig, and that includes gas money. He puts his hand on the back of Gareth’s chair and leans in.

“Gareth, no pressure, but we’re pretty fucked if you don’t finish this.”

Gareth stares at him open mouthed. “No pressure? Really Eddie?”

A bell clangs behind them and the entire restaurant's eyes are on them. Eddie’s skin crawls.

An old man, severe and bald, comes to the table, arms out like he’s preaching to the other diners. The diners look at him seemingly awestruck.

“What is your name son?”

Gareth shoots Eddie a look. “Uh— Gareth?”

“We are about to watch Gareth commit the sin of gluttony.” 

There’s sounds of excitement from all around them as the man drops his hand onto Gareth’s shoulder making him flinch. “May the Lord have mercy on your soul.”

Eddie’s heart in his mouth.

“What the fuck is happening?” Jeff whispers to him.

Gareth’s eyes are wide. “Eddie…?”

Matt is saying something but Eddie can’t hear him over the sound of the blood rushing in his ears. He reaches out for Gareth.

“Hey, hey! Listen to me. They’re just trying to weird out the tourists, okay? Ignore ‘em. You’re best friends with the head of a murder cult, right?” He laughs but it’s hollow. “So fuck ‘em. Eat your burger. Chew it like your life— just, uh, chew it really well, okay? You got this man.”

Gareth nods weakly. “I’ve got this.”

The bell rings again, Gareth’s signal to start.

The burger is so big he can’t lift it off the plate, so he digs in with a knife and fork. He takes the first bite quickly, frowning slightly as he chews, but Eddie knows something is wrong when he goes in for the second.

“I think it’s raw.”

“What?” Jeff asks, leaning in for a closer look. His jaw drops open. “Gareth, don’t look!”

Gareth’s eyes are on stalks. “What the fuck do you mean, don’t look!” he says as Jeff grabs his face. 

Eddie leans over to get a look at the burger. His hand flies to his mouth.

Jesus fucking Christ. His stomach roils

“Gare, don’t look at that!” he says, his voice shaky. “We’re leaving.”

Eddie hears the click of deadbolts before he even turns in his seat. 

“Is there a problem?” the old man says from behind him.

Eddie gets to his feet, the chair scraping along the linoleum. “Yeah, there’s a fucking problem.” There’s a wave of shocked murmuring behind him. “This isn’t funny.”

“Oh, I am with you there, son. There is nothing funny about sin.”

“You can’t give—” he gesticulates wildly toward Gareth’s plate, “whatever that is—”

“He ordered it.”

“He ordered a burger!”

“And that is what we gave him.”

“That isn’t beef!”

“Never said it was.”

He glances across at the table, at Gareth’s pale face being held in Jeff’s hands. At Matt staring open mouthed at Gareth’s plate. He needs to get them out. Get the cops, because that isn’t— it can’t be—

He looks around the diner wildly; there’s a man standing at the front door with a shotgun, another in front of the bathroom door. The line-cooks guard the counter. 

He realises, finally, that no one else is eating. The books in front of them aren’t menus. They’re bibles. 

Holy shit. 

“Okay, look,” he says, breathless and  frantic. “If you let us go we won’t tell the cops, I swear.”

“You’ll leave when he has finished his meal, and not a moment before.”

“Wait, what—” Eddie’s stomach clenches, he can feel the burn of acid in the back of his throat. “What happens if he can’t finish it in forty? What if it takes longer?”

The man stares at him sharklike.

“Pray that it doesn’t.”

The van is quiet afterwards, just the sound of the highway coming in through the open windows. They pull over occasionally so that Gareth can be sick at the side of the road, then they clean him up and carry on for another twenty miles or so until they do it all again.

Eddie drives as far as he can as fast as he can, and they don’t stop until they make it back to Indiana.

This prompt fought me tooth and nail, hence my tardiness. I genuinely started this as something funny and light... and I don't know what happened. Can't help myself. Also sorry for typos, it was a bit of a rush at the and I'm kind of going blind to it... point them out if you see them! Now I just have to tackle Lust...

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[hyperiionvii]

junior illustration final: the seven deadly sins

[fridka]

5 out of 7. Timotheus representing the sin of gluttony

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[jo-harrington]

Corroded Coffin Fest Halloween - Gluttony

Summary: The Corroded Coffin boys just can't say no to candy.

Word Count: 1031

Rating: T

Warnings/Themes: Friendship, teenage shenanigans, boys will be boys, food/eating, implied sickness

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Tagging @the-unforgivenn @1lostsoul0fishbowl upon request.

You can find my masterlist here.

Please do not interact if you are not 18+.

Enjoy!

Monday, October 28th 1985

It was no secret that Eddie Munson had a sweet tooth.

It was honestly a surprise that his teeth hadn’t rotted out of his head yet, with the amount of soda he drank and confections he devoured.

“What can I say,” he grinned that big, boyish, crooked Munson grin. “I am a champion at brushing my teeth.” He chomped them twice to emphasize his point.

But that sweet tooth always meant trouble come the candy holidays.

“What the hell does that mean?” Dustin questioned on morning, after the older boys asked if the freshman were ready now that candy season had arrived.

"Candy Season!" Gareth shouted and jumped out of the van. "You know, all of the holidays that you'd typically expect to find candy. Halloween, Christmas."

"Valentine's Day, Easter," Jeff added.

"Some teachers bring candy in," Eddie explained. "Some bring baked goods--Mrs. Arnold's brownies are to die for--and usually the cafeteria has some kind of sweet on the menu. Pumpkin pie, peppermint fudge..."

"Eddie always complains that it's a shame there's no school during the summer--"

"What?!" All of the freshman screeched.

"--because he is denied his favorite: cherry pie."

"Oh Cherry Pie," Eddie dropped to his knee, arms outstretched towards the heavens. "How do I love thee, let me count the--Dave, if you kick me, I swear to god you have to walk home the rest of the year."

“Then get up!” Dave snarked. “Forget the Cherry pie, there’s candy waiting just beyond those doors Shakespeare.”

Oh, was there candy.

And baked goods.

Sugar beyond any teenage boy’s wildest dreams.

They had helped themselves to handfuls of candy corn or tootsie rolls throughout the day; Mrs. Arnold, indeed, had trays of brownies with a pumpkin cheesecake swirl on top to surprise her students.

The more they ate, the more hyper they got. Eddie's English teacher created a fun challenge to tell a spooky story and Eddie, ever the rule breaker, decided that he would energetically recite Edgar Allan Poe's The Raven. He barely took a breath between each stanza. He was rosy-cheeked and heaving by the end but he won.

The prize? Yes, a little baggie of candy.

"I didn't even know I knew the whole thing," he admitted sheepishly as he bit into a piece of saltwater taffy.

At lunch, the PTA moms held fundraiser for new marching band uniforms. Never let it be said that the members of the Hellfire Club weren’t about school spirit when they spent the entirety of their lunch period munching on those candy apples.

But, all good things come to an end.

“Ugh,” Jeff groaned by the end of lunch as he leaned back in his seat and rubbed his aching stomach. “Someone call Ridley, I feel like I’m gonna burst.”

“You have nothing to complain about,” Mike scoffed. “I have PE after this. I'm not gonna make it."

All of the boys groaned at the sound of the bell.

"Eddie I'll give you all the money in my piggybank if you can help us ditch the rest of the day," Dustin pleaded.

"There are only three periods left, Henderson," Eddie hefted himself to his feet, even though he, too, felt like shit. "You'll make it. Think of the candy."

"I don't wanna think about candy ever again for the rest of my life," the younger boy groaned.

Eddie ruffled Dustin's hair and then headed to his next class.

O'Donnell's. US History.

By the time he got to his seat, his heart was racing and his vision was blurry and he had the horrible realization--

"Am I getting too old to stuff myself with candy?"

--but he said a quick nah and put his head down on his desk.

Normally, he'd be able to sit in the back and close his eyes during O'Donnell's class. But he'd been doing better so far this year, making the effort in order to finally graduate.

She'd let one little nap slide, right?

"We have a fun lesson today," O'Donnell announced and handed stacks of worksheets to be passed back. "In the spirit of Halloween week, we'll be talking about the origins of the holiday here in America. Alongside a few spooky topics. The Salem Witch Trials...Regional folklore."

What would've been the best lesson of Eddie's life turned terrible as the world lurched when he lifted his head to grab the worksheets.

He raised his hand weakly.

"...we'll even get to read about...er...yes Edward?"

"May I go to the bathroom?" he asked, earning a huff of annoyance.

"You know the classroom rules: bathroom breaks during the last five minutes of class only."

"Then can I go to the nurse's office?"

She instructed the class to look over the assignments and she approached him.

"Eddie, I thought this would be something you'd be excited for," O'Donnell told him, gently. "I'm not trying to be hard on you but if you want to pass, you have to try."

"I'm really not feeling good today, Mrs. O," he whined.

With pursed lips, Mrs. O'Donnell looked him over critically and then shook her head.

"You look fine," she insisted. "You can go to the bathroom in the last ten minutes of class."

She tapped her finger against the worksheet and then walked to the front of the classroom to begin the lesson.

Eddie did his best. He tried to listen, he tried to be enthusiastic, he tried to fill in the worksheet.

But the classroom was too hot and his skin was too tight and his stomach was cramping and his whole body just felt wrong.

So he simply couldn't wait until the end of class; he needed to get out of here. Now.

He was gonna pass out, or shit himself, or...uh oh...

He stood and hastened towards the front of the classroom.

"Munson!" O'Donnell shouted at him as he closed the distance to the door. "Sit back down! I told you that you could use the restroom at the end of class I..."

And just when he opened his mouth to tell her to shove it, the candy that he'd happily stuffed down his throat made its return back up.

All over Mrs. O'Donnell.

[gildedoak]

A small side dose of Sins! This would take place right after RadioApple Week Day 3 “Deal.”

I’m gonna need to make a master post at this rate. I’ve got at least ten more “episodes,” five of which are drafted, and one is four pages - not panels, PAGES - long!

I love reading all your comments and tags - thank you all so much for your support of this silly comic series! ❤️

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[IMAGE DESCRIPTION: Comic detailing the text thread between the Sins. Based on the placement of the texts, this is from Beelzebub's phone.

Panel 1: Group Text Name - "Chef Identity Taskforce" Oz: UPDATE!!!! Oz: Chef Friend is a guy - confirmed Oz: And he's making lemon bars Levi: WTF Oz how did u find this shit out? Bee: CF BAKES TOO?? S8n: ooh i like lemon

Panel 2: Oz: Lu asked 2 borrow some of my staff 4 a grocery run on Earth Bee: HE'S MAKING THEM WITH REAL LEMONS? Bel: LOL - breathe Bee Oz: didn't say how much he was making - I promise 2 share! Mamm: U BETTER SHARE Oz: ur lucky I'm in a good mood Ma'am (someone laughed at this text)

Panel 3: Several hours later... There's a lemon bar, and several small lemon motifs.

Panel 4: Group Text Name - "The Seven" Luci: Did Bee have a foodgasm? S8n: she did... Mamm: SHE DID Bel: Felt the shakes allllll the way down here Bee: SORRYYYYY Bel: LOL no ur not

Panel 5: Oz: These lemon bars are (5 star emojis) Lu! Oz: Tell ur man we said thanks! Luci: I will! Bee: WHO IS THIS MYSTERY MAN OF YOURS LUCI? Bee: I MUST MEET HIM (Message Read) Bee: LUCIFER VENUS

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[rebeccathenaturalist]

*deep breath* This, folks, is EXACTLY why I am writing The Everyday Naturalist. Because it's not enough to have an app. You HAVE to know how to use multiple identification tools and have keen observational skills if you are going to safely forage or otherwise identify things in nature.

Here's the deal. Apps are a tool. They are not infallible, and they should never, ever, EVER be your only tool for identifying mushrooms and other organisms. This goes even moreso for when you're trying to determine whether something is edible or not. I go into more detail about why apps should never be used by themselves in this article that I wrote a few months back, but let's explore a bit more about how an app works.

Any identification app has access to a particular database of pictures and other information for various species. In the case of my favorite app, iNaturalist, it draws from the over 156 million (and growing) observations of animals, plants, fungi, and other living beings that have been uploaded to it over the years.

When you upload a photo to an app, your phone usually inputs the date, time, and GPS location automatically, though these can be updated manually if need be. Then the app's algorithms sift through the database looking for species that are found in the same location at the same time of year, and which have similar photos.

Notice that I said SIMILAR, not identical. Many organisms, to include many fungi, have varying appearances based on subspecies, life stage, and other factors. And there are a lot of species that have close lookalikes, whether we're talking birds, wildflowers, mushrooms, etc.

So the algorithms then use their search results to give you their suggestion(s) of what most closely resembles the organism you are trying to identify. Some give you one answer; others, like iNaturalist, offer you a list to choose from, and may also qualify their response with "We're not sure, but these were found nearby" or something similar. The first one on the list is NOT always going to be the correct answer. However, the app doesn't have reasoning skills, and all it can do is play match-up and then produce suggestions based on that. (Yes, other iNaturalist users can come along and comment on your observations once you've uploaded and saved them, but you always want to carefully assess their claims, too.)

There are several toxic mushrooms that are implicated in poisonings on a regular basis; among them are what I call the "deadly Amanitas": the death cap (Amanita phalloides) and the destroying angels (A. bisporigera, A. ocreata, and A. verna.) In addition to these species' respective native ranges in Europe and North America, some have managed to make their way to other parts of the world. This includes in Australia, where there is a current investigation underway over a woman who fed several family members deadly Amanitas, three of whom have died.

These poisonous mushrooms have several edible lookalikes. As one example, while matsutakes (Tricholoma matsutake) are often brown, they may sometimes appear white, especially if the brown layer has peeled off. And field mushrooms (Agaricus spp, especially A. bisporus and A. campestris) are also large white mushrooms, though their gills and spores tend to be brown rather than the white of Amanita species.

Still, someone taking a picture of a large white mushroom--especially if they neglect to take another picture of the gills (the more pictures you take, the better)--could easily end up with an app telling them an Amanita is an Agaricus. Or they might read that some people think it's safe to eat Amanita muscaria if you parboil it long enough, and assume that other Amanita species are the same way (one of MANY reasons I do not advocate for treating A. muscaria as an edible.)

So--again--DO NOT USE APPS AS YOUR ONLY ID TOOL. Use them in conjunction with multiple field guides, websites, other foragers, etc. Practice using these tools and developing a critical eye before you go out foraging. Be super cautious, and when in doubt, throw it out.

And my inbox is ALWAYS open, as is my email (rebeccathenaturalist(at)gmail(dot)com.) You can ALWAYS email me with questions about field guides, apps, and other resources, and I am also happy to look at pictures of mushrooms (and other living beings) you're trying to identify, whether edible or not. You might need to give me a few days to reply, but I will get back to you. Don't use ME as your only source, either; I'm just one person. But I can point you to online groups that are also good resources.

[fritzmonorail]

OH. MY. GOD.

I’m having a fucking blast.

[bro-rawring-overtime]

Vocaloid

(EVILLIOUS CHRONICLES)

NGL, I loved listening to Vocaloid growing up... and I also really found the 7 deadly sins lore crazy

Ps. The Evillious chronicles album from Mothy iz chef's kiss👌

[awesomecooperlove]

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