#marshmallow monk

[subconwoods]

[pruityshell]

MORE, also a walk cycle

[marshmallow-monk]

[doctorghoti]

Found some ol’ Marshmallow Monk fan art I did during the start of COIVD. Think I was mainly wanting to experiment with screentone brushes, but I do like the effect of it applied on the colored drawing. Like reading a vintage newspaper comic.

[marshmallow-bg3]

Husband says I’m making Honour Mode much harder for myself by things like “no he can’t have one level of Warlock, it’s lore-unfriendly” and “no, this armour looks ugly on her” and “absolutely not, I’m romancing him!” ��

[druidian]

ChocZero S'mallows

I’ve come across a few keto-friendly marshmallows over the years, but none of them have ever been quite right… They weren’t the right consistency, they melted into a goo instead of fluff or toasting, or they didn’t taste quite right. No more! ChocZero has recently introduced “S’mallows“, a damn-near-perfect low-carb marshmallow. They taste right. They feel right. They melt correctly. They…

[randomgods]

Has anyone else gotten this print error where the monk marshmallow pin has the hunter eye scar? :0c I wonder if this is a common occurrence or??

[zorrasucia]

13. Hot Cocoa + Baking

from @carmenberzattosgf list

Reader x Carmy Berzatto (The Bear FX)

Rating: Mature (2.3k)

Tags: Chocolat (2000) AU, Friends to Rivals to Lovers, Food, Curvy Reader, Fluff, Sexual Tension, Smut, Dry Humping, Dirty Talk, Both Carmy and Reader have a bit of a praise kink

Maybe it was corny and provincial, but you always welcomed your neighbors with a batch of cookies. It was good for business most of the time too - the insurance people next door bought pastries every other day for their breakfast after you gifted them some for their opening.

So, there you were, close to the counter of the new specialty chocolaterie, box of cookies in hand, captivated by the smell of chocolate... There was so much more though: caramel, vanilla, almonds, coffee, cardamom, berries, and was that pepper...?

"Welcome to The Bear, what can I do for you?" a tall man greeted you.

"Oh, hi!" you smiled politely. "I'm from the bakery down the street. Wanted to say hello and give you a little welcome present."

You handed him the box, delicate calligraphy marking the name of your shop.

The man beamed. "That's so sweet! Pun not intended," he chuckled to himself. "Now we definitely have to give you something on the house!"

You looked at his name tag. "Richie, that's not necessary at all..."

"Nonsense. Plus, you get to see the magic happen. Cousin!" he bellowed to the back, where you assumed the kitchen was.

"Magic?" you frowned.

A blond guy with blue eyes emerged from the door and gave you a polite nod.

"What is it?" he asked Richie, he seemed irritated.

"Cookies from our neighbor, cuz," Richie offered him the open box, he was already biting into his second one. "Say thanks and do your mind-reader thing."

"It's not... Never mind," he mumbled in exasperation, rolling his eyes. "Carmy Berzatto," he said and offered you his hand to shake. "Thank you for the cookies."

"You're welcome," you smiled at the sight of him eating with gusto.

"Is that piloncillo sugar?" he asked after a moment of savoring.

"Yes!" you beamed.

"Tremendous," he said earnestly, wiping his hands on a dish towel. He walked closer to the counter and stared at you, intensely, for half a minute. "Mocha frappe, double espresso shot, whipped cream and chocolate shavings on top. That's your favorite."

You stared right back, mouth agape. That was your comfort drink, no matter the weather. How did he know?

"Do we still have the nice Mexican coffee? She'll appreciate it," he asked Richie.

"Yeah, third shelf. Neat trick, huh?" Richie grinned, enjoying the shocked look on your face as Carmy went to the back.

"How does he-?"

"Fucked if I know," he shrugged. "He says it's a family thing. He never misses."

"Did he guess your favorite too?" you asked, fascinated.

"Yeah," he chuckled. "It's hot cocoa with marshmallows. He says I have the palate of a six year old but if it ain't broke..."

While Carmy prepared your drink, you looked around the shop. There were beautiful confections with crazy flavors, covered in gold leaf, almost too beautiful to eat. But there were also dollops of milk chocolate with puffed rice, humble looking and ready for a kid to devour. Truly something for everyone.

When he handed you your coffee you asked: "What's your favorite?"

Carmy gave you a tense smile. "Hope you like it. Pleasure to meet you," he said and left.

"He says it's a secret," Richie handed you a napkin, then he added in a whisper: "I don't think he has one. He doesn't enjoy things that way."

"What way?"

"Uh, the normal way, I guess," Richie shrugged. "He barely eats the things he makes. Lives like a monk. It feels like he has to make chocolate 24/7 or some family curse is going to get him. Dunno if I'm making sense."

"Kind of," you said.

You took a sip of your drink and knew you were fucked forever. No chain coffeehouse would be able to compete with this.

~

It had been a couple of months since The Bear opened. They had a few loyal customers plus whatever weirdos wanted to see if Carmy was as spot on with his predictions as online reviews said he was - he never missed.

You had become friendly with the staff and had developed a routine of sorts with Carmy.

It probably wasn't healthy but you saw him as a mystery to solve. You didn't know about chocolate, not the way he did, but you knew baking, you understood how comfort and love could be encapsulated in a dessert. So you tried to find his favorite, the thing that would make his heart sing like he could do to you and every other person that walked into his chocolaterie. If nothing else, you got constructive criticism from a kindred spirit on a weekly basis.

Could use less cinnamon. 

Maybe with brown sugar instead? 

Oh, that's good. 

What about blackberry jam? 

Delicious... but not my favorite.

"Anyone told you you're a buzzkill?" you said with a dejected sigh.

"Many people. Often," he replied dryly.

"Richie doesn't count."

"Point still stands," he said, wiping crumbs from the flaky pastry you had brought. "People think I'm supposed to be having fun in there for the chocolate to be good when it's probably the opposite."

"It doesn't have to be like that, Carm," you said, exasperated. "You don't have to be fucking miserable for this to work."

He took a deep breath. You had never spelled it out so clearly and it clearly struck a nerve.

"I appreciate you," he said. "I do. But I'm fucked up. And you can't fix me with pies and cakes and-" he looked at the ceiling. "You're an incredible pastry chef. And you're so fucking nice but, uh, I think we should stop this."

"This?"

"You coming here and asking for feedback on your already perfect baked goods. I don't know what you're expecting from me but you look at me with those Bambi eyes and I always disappoint you," he ran a hand through his hair. "It fucks me up."

"Right." You picked up your stuff as quickly as you could, feeling heartbroken and humiliated. You knew you probably came off as needy but you hadn't realized just how much. You felt tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "Sorry to bother you. Won't happen again."

And you left.

~

Weeks passed, weeks that you devoted to yourself, to feeling better, dressing pretty, baking delicious treats for happy customers, standing in front of the mirror to say nice things about your curvy body.

You had tried and failed to make Carmy see how much better his life could be if he let himself enjoy things, actually savor his chocolate instead of finding four things that were wrong with it upon his first bite. Only now you realized how similar you two were, both wanting to fix things that were probably best left alone. Carmy wasn't a recipe you could perfect and he wasn't your anything really to worry about.

It wasn't lost on you, the metaphor for everything you had been doing - his lithe body and your slightly overweight one, and how much you wanted his toned biceps on either side of your head as he panted above you, letting himself lose control for once. As you indulged in these fantasies, your fingers deep inside your pussy, you wondered whether he ever desired stuff that way. You pictured him, eyes rolled back in bliss, while he held you, and you came with a cry.

~

You were closing up for the night, cold wind ruffling your hair and your skirt.

"Hey."

You turned to see Carmy, blue apron underneath his wool coat.

"Hey," you said curtly, avoiding his glance.

"I, uh, I've been wanting to talk to you..." he said.

"Okay? Can you make it quick? I have to get up at four in the morning," the prickly part of you woke up at the sight of him.

"Listen, you don't need to do it if you don't want to but-" he handed you a paper bag with The Bear's logo on it. "I was wondering if you could make pain au chocolat with this?"

You received the bag cautiously. "How many?"

"I only need two," he mumbled and you scoffed. He knew - he fucking knew how hard it was to make the dough and that you couldn't just make two. "You can keep the rest of the chocolate," he offered.

"I'm still gonna charge you full price," you warned him.

"Of course."

You eyed him suspiciously, his bright eyes and open hands, his overall apologetic manner...

"Fine. I'll come by tomorrow after I close."

~

Maybe it was pride but you didn't try the pain au chocolat with Carmy's chocolate. Not one bite out of the entire batch you had baked. It would, of course, be excellent and you didn't want to give him that satisfaction.

"Here you go," you handed him the box, all pretty with a ribbon and a blank card ready to be gifted.

"Thank you," he gave you a shy smile. "Wanna sit down? I'll make you hot chocolate."

His shop was empty - only half the lights were on, and the sign at the door read 'Closed'.

"Come on," he insisted, his blue eyes pleading and you sighed in defeat, sitting by the counter next to him.

He served two cups of hot chocolate and plated the pastries, one for you and one for him.

"What are you-?" you started.

"When we first met, you asked me about my favorite," he explained. "Then you started bringing cookies and pie and muffins and it was so nice. I'm not used to nice things. And you were getting close. So I pushed you away and I Iashed out. I was an asshole."

"Yes, you were," you took a sip of your chocolate. He would be so much easier to hate if the things he made weren't so tasty.

"I'm not asking to go back to the way things were if you don't want that. I just hated how things ended," he nudged the plate towards you. "This is my favorite."

The pastry you had baked with the chocolate he had made.

"You haven't even tried it," you challenged him.

He took a bite and chewed slowly, savoring, a moan stuck in the back of his throat. You squeezed your thighs at the low, delicious sound.

"Fuck. That's perfect," he declared. Your heart beat faster. "Try it."

You took a bite. It was cozy and delicate, the rich chocolate caressing your tongue.

You nodded. "What a way to put my chocolate supplier to shame."

Carmy smiled, taking another big bite. "I'll give it to you for free if you keep making these."

You blushed at the double meaning and turned away.

"Fuck, that sounded awful. Sorry," Carmy said after a beat.

"It's okay," you laughed. You turned to face him, he had a giddy smile on his face that made him look younger and prettier.

"You have a-" he pointed at your lip but then he reached over and rubbed at your lower lip, wiping some leftover chocolate. He brought that same finger up to his mouth and sucked it clean. Your stomach dropped and you could feel yourself getting wet.

Carmy stood up, you could see his pupils dilate the closer he got, see his eyes linger on the low cut of your shirt.

"I thought that if I stopped seeing you, I would be able to focus," he whispered, his breath tickling your face. "I have never been so fucking distracted. Just thinking..." he kissed the side of your face, open mouthed and hungry. "Kept thinking of things I'd say to you, recipes I could share and shit like that," he mumbled, his hands ghosting over your thighs, playing with the hem of your skirt. "Thinking about your hands, kneading, working, and how they'd feel," following his lead you placed your hands over his chest, caressing his sides. He groaned. "Thinking about your body. Every part of it..."

"Touch me," you practically begged, moaning in satisfaction when he squeezed your breasts over your clothes.

"Imagining how sweet you'd taste," he panted against your lips, letting you close the small distance left, tasting his own chocolate in your mouth as he devoured you. You pulled on his hair, desperate to return every bit of passion he was giving you.

"Carmy," you gasped and brought him closer, opening your legs and scooting to the edge of your seat. His hard cock rubbed against your center, his hands were everywhere.

"So soft," he said, kissing down your neck to your chest. He palmed your breast with one hand and squeezed your hip with the other, guiding you to grind against his erection.

"Fuck," you cursed. "Like that."

You tugged on his hair, getting a low groan in response. You took the opportunity to shove your tongue inside his mouth and kiss him with all the hunger you had for him. He bit your lower lip and you moaned.

"You even sound sweet," he said absently, a desperate rhythm building between you.

"I thought of you too," you said, looking into his blue eyes, squeezing his ass to bring him closer. "Thought how'd beautiful you'd look when you came - all sweaty, your eyes on me."

"Fuck," he growled, his thrusts becoming frantic. "Can't wait to take you home. Fuck you properly. Fucking taste you..."

You could feel fireworks inside you, your pussy clenching around nothing, grinding desperately against Carmy, biting on his bicep to muffle a cry of ecstasy.

"Oh, my God," you gasped for breath as he chased his release, you grew pliant in his embrace, carding your fingers through his hair, legs shaking around his waist, your underwear soaked.

"Fuck," he froze and exhaled hard, his nose tickling your neck. "If you feel this good with your clothes on..."

You giggled. "Come on," you kissed his temple. "Let's close up shop."

[smilesatdawnmain]

I dare Monke Kid to shove a ton of marshmallows into his cheeks! >w<

MK: OKAY! .... I did it. it was yummy.

[zeivivii]

“Holy Week Havoc: Gojo’s Very Questionable Retreat”

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Y/N (GN)

Genre: Humor, Mildly sacrilegious chaos with respect, Soft Moments Amid Madness

Guest Stars: Nanami (tired), Shoko (sunburned), Yuuji (overexcited), Megumi (regret), Nobara (fighting mosquitoes)

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction created for lighthearted entertainment. It is not intended to offend any religion or belief. All Holy Week references are treated with humorous exaggeration and respect.

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Act 1: The “Spiritual” Getaway

Gojo kicks open the dorm door, wearing flip-flops, sunglasses, and holding a brochure that reads:

“Cleansing the Soul & Eating Snacks by the Sea: A Holy Week Special”

Gojo: “PACK YOUR BAGS! We’re going on a retreat!”

You: “Spiritual retreat or Gojo-brand retreat?”

Gojo: “Yes.”

Nanami: “This feels like a sin.”

---

Act 2: Arrival at the Beachside Monastery

You arrive at a peaceful monastery run by old monks who immediately side-eye Gojo like he’s a walking Wi-Fi signal.

Shoko: “This is kinda nice. Quiet. Reflective.”

Gojo: playing bongos at 7 AM

Yuuji: “They said no meat today, but I saw Gojo eating bacon in a closet.”

Megumi: “This isn’t spiritual. This is Gojo with sunburn and a god complex.”

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Act 3: The Stations of the Snack

During the Good Friday observance, Gojo suggests a new tradition:

Gojo: “Behold... the Stations of the Snackrifice. Each station has symbolic meaning. And chips.”

Nobara: “I will throw holy water at you.”

Gojo: “It’s gluten-free!”

At Station 3, he pretends to trip and yells, “I have fallen… for these rice crackers.”

Nanami considers walking into the sea.

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Act 4: Confession Booth Disaster

Gojo sneaks into the confession booth.

You catch him handing out Uno cards and saying “Draw four to cleanse your sins.”

Monk: “Sir, this is sacred space.”

Gojo: “Exactly! Sacred games. Want in?”

You drag him out by the hood.

Gojo: “You’re cute when you’re holy-angry.”

---

Act 5: Black Saturday Bonfire

That night, everyone gathers for a peaceful bonfire.

Shoko brings grilled fish.

Yuuji plays acoustic guitar.

Gojo? He’s roasting marshmallows shaped like cursed spirits.

You: “Why is this one shaped like Mahito?”

Gojo: “Because I like watching him burn.”

Megumi: “...that’s fair.”

Suddenly, thunder.

A monk peers out from the temple.

“Gojo Satoru, did you steal the ceremonial bell?”

Gojo (hiding it under his hoodie): “…No?”

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Act 6: Easter Sunday Surprise

Morning mass. Everyone in semi-formal robes.

Gojo walks in dressed as the Easter Bunny.

Blindfolded. With jelly beans in his pockets.

“Young souls must be fed!”

Nanami: “With peace and reflection—not peeps and betrayal.”

He hands you a basket.

It’s full of tiny chocolate figures... of himself.

Gojo: “Taste my holiness.”

You: “That sounds illegal.”

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Final Scene: The Journey Back

The van ride home is… quiet.

Gojo is sunburned. Shoko’s wearing monk beads. Yuuji’s humming a church hymn with wrong lyrics.

Nobara: “If he plans a Holy Week sequel, I’m converting to a different anime.”

You lean on Gojo, and he actually whispers something soft:

“Thanks for putting up with my chaos. You make every season feel like a blessing.”

You blink. “Was that… sincerity?”

Gojo grins. “Maybe. Or maybe it’s heatstroke.”

[hemisphaericas]

Lol, I woke up this morning with M9 cocktails on the brain (I'd been dreaming about it) and my brain was insistent I write them out. (More specifically that I use fireball whiskey for Caleb which, yes, thanks brain, we all know this.)

So I spent more time researching and thinking about it this morning while I'm snowed in at home. Here you go, M9 cocktails.

Includes some non-alcoholic mocktails! (For Jester and Caduceus!)

Caleb – Apple Fireball! For our favorite fiery wizard. It has apple juice, ginger beer (obviously) and fireball whiskey. Based on his favorite dessert – apple tarts. Cinnamon stick garnish! Very spicy and sweet! 1 cup apple juice (optionally heated) 2 oz. fireball whiskey splash of ginger beer cinnamon sticks

Fjord – Classic Dark and Stormy. For our oceanic, seafaring warlock! Rum (Kraken spiced rum, to stay with the sea monster theme) ginger beer, lime and lime garnish. 2 oz. rum 3-4 oz. ginger beer the juice of half a lime lime wedge garnish

Jester – Cotton Candy Mocktail. A sickeningly sweet cocktail for our sweets-loving cleric! Cranberry juice, non-alcoholic blue Curaçao syrup, cotton candy for garnish, along with sprinkles and gummy candies. 2 oz. cranberry juice 1 oz. non-alcoholic blue Curaçao syrup ice cubes splash of lemon juice whipped cream pink or blue cotton candy (for topping) blue and pink sugar and sprinkles for topping blue and pink gummy candies for topping (Shake with whipped cream? and ice cubes, strain - so it looks pale pink and creamy, add toppings and serve chilled, be creative with it! Honestly, this cocktail is a little terrifying, there are so many things, just have fun with it, be messy. If you can't find cotton candy, use more whipped cream as a topping in whichever color you'd prefer.)

Essek – Butterfly Effect. For our time and space wizard. Gin, lemon juice, butterfly pea syrup for the purple color, orgeat syrup, lavender bitters and lavender sprig for garnish. (Lots of variations on this cocktail, so I've combined some things that would work well.) Deep herbal and floral notes. 1½ oz. gin 1 oz. fresh lemon juice .75 oz. butterfly pea syrup .25 oz. orgeat syrup 2 dashes lavender bitters fresh lavender sprig for garnish

Alternately: Whiskey Hot Cocoa, for colder days or for staving off some anxiety. Bourbon, cocoa powder, milk, and some marshmallows for garnish. Very cozy – what’s not to love? 1 cup milk (heated) 1 tablespoon of cocoa powder mix ½ teaspoon vanilla extract 2 oz. melted semi-sweet chocolate 1½ oz. bourbon marshmallows

Veth – Sazerac, for our sharp-shooting rogue. A sharp and very boozy cocktail (fitting) and uses Peychaud’s bitters, whiskey, absinthe or other anise liqueur, lemon for garnish! 1.5 oz. Sazerac rye whiskey 1 sugar cube 3 dashes of Peychaud's bitters ½ teaspoon cold water splash of absinthe lemon for garnish

Beau – Classic Sangria, for our punchy and badass monk! Obviously had to be a wine-based cocktail punch, given Beau’s wine snobbery thanks to growing up on a vineyard. Red wine, brandy, orange juice, sliced and seeded oranges and apples. 1 whole red wine bottle 1 orange, sliced and seeded 1 apple, sliced and seeded ½ cup brandy ½ cup orange juice 2 tablespoons of sugar

Yasha – Flower Drop, for our sweet and strong, flower-loving barbarian. St. Germain elderflower liqueur, vodka, lemon and simple syrup. 1 oz. St. Germain 1½ oz. vodka ¾ oz. fresh lemon juice ½ oz. simple syrup elderflower garnish (optional)

Caduceus – Pink Oolong Highball (non-alcoholic), for our tea-loving grave cleric. Oolong tea, Fever Tree (preferably) sparkling pink grapefruit juice. Simple and flavorful! 6 parts oolong tea (little more than half) 4 parts sparkling pink grapefruit juice (little less than half) serve with ice (optional splash of beet juice for more pinkening)

Molly – Blood Martini, for our favorite, sword-wielding blood-hunter. Citrus vodka, ginger liqueur, dark grape juice, blackberry syrup and blackberries and raspberries for garnish. A lovely purple-red color as well! 1½ oz. citrus vodka 1 oz. ginger liqueur 1 oz. dark grape juice (purple grape juice rather than white grape juice) ½ oz. blackberry syrup blackberries and raspberries for garnish

BONUS: Artie's Mai Tai - rum, Grand Marnier orange liqueur, orgeat syrup, and lime juice. ice juice from 1 medium lime 1 oz. white rum 1 oz. dark rum ¾ oz. orgeat syrup ½ oz. Grand Marnier lime wedge for garnish

[pruityshell]

felt a little silly.......... so erm

[thunder-opossum]

Sad creature. Very tragic. Siblings will make em happy probably. Keen ft. Survivor and Monk

These models remind me of peep marshmallows and I love them sm. Oh the sweet hearts, the happy family. Ahsudmsksmsk tysm

[grasshopperdoingdogpaddle]

I love how in your incorrect quotes, Raimundo comes across being the semi-responsible older brother figure worried about Chase being a bad influence on Omi. Like in a guardianship way, not just a Heylin way. I half expect them to get into an argument over whether Omi's allowed to have sugary cereal with marshmallows for breakfast, with Chase being 'for' and Raimundo being 'against.'

Well, that's more-or-less how the dynamic with the three of them plays out in the series.

What are you talking about? He's the enemy, Omi.

Hey, how did Chase get out?!

Hey, Omi beat you fair and square!

Hey, why's he helping us?!

Omi is going nowhere, except back home with us!

You're not gonna join in?

Raimundo is very vocal about hating Chase, especially hating any interaction between Omi and Chase or pushing back against any effect he notices Chase having on Omi.

The hostility is somewhat mutual. Though not as laser-focused on Raimundo, since Chase, broadly speaking, doesn't like any of the monks' affects on Omi. He said he thinks the friendship between them is "nauseating" and tries to pull Omi away from that direction or isolate him from their sphere.

Chase and Raimundo both definitely see the other primarily as an absolutely terrible influence on Omi.

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Monk gear my beloved.

[aznack]

I love how the scugs are foods

surv: marshmallow

monk: banana

hunter: apple

ARTI: strawberry

gourm: mango

Riv: blueberry

SPEARMASTER: grape

saint: cabbage

enot: burnt chicken

I'd say Enot is more like a nintendo switch cartridge