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[msicecreamy]

- You look so cute, Wolfie!

- What?! But... I'm the big bad wolf... come on...!

[elodieunderglass]

Mad Spring - sour gummies, you feral little goblin. Tangfastics. Airheads. Sour Patch Kids. Like High Summer, you choose fruit-flavored gummy sweets, but you pick ones coated in Pain Sugar. It isn’t enough to just get sugar: you’re chasing a different Sensory Experience (TM) than the rest. And that’s great.

Warm Spring - white chocolate, ruby chocolate, pastel mint drops, cotton candy, bubblegum. Marshmallows. Sweet, creamy, usually pastel. You have no particular objection to floral tastes like lavender and rose. You may be able to appreciate Turkish Delight.

Midsummer - tropical fruits: chewy and slightly creamy in pastel colors. Starburst/Opal Fruit, Creamsicles/Solero. Maoam strips. Cream sodas. Skittles, despite being jewel-toned, are in this season. Coconut and pineapple flavors go here. Also the home of chalky-type sweets like Love Hearts/candy hearts, smarties (usa) and You may be also able to appreciate Turkish Delight.

High Summer - Gummy bears and chewy, jellyish, jammy, gummy, springy in bright jewel tones. Gummy worms and jelly snakes, jelly babies, jelly beans, Haribo. Clearer and gummier than Midsummer.

Autumn Night - darker and more complex sweetness, often including an element of burning or alcohol, or another challenge. Cherry cordials, marzipan, champagne truffles. Also home of burnt-sugar tastes: maple candy, bonfire toffee, candy corn. Also home of matcha; red liquorice; red bean paste. When people bring you sweets from other countries, they’ll choose unusual local delicacies. You almost certainly were fascinated as a kid by lollipops at the science museum sold with real bugs in them.

Autumn Salt - peanut butter and peanut brittle, salted caramel, toffee, butterscotch. Toffee popcorn, Reese’s Peanut Butter cups, Snickers, Daim. If nobody has any nuts, you’ll choose chocolate with nuts, crisp or crunch over other things. Sweet just isn’t enough.

Winter Spice - herbal, spicy and medicinal sweets, usually hard old-fashioned sweets. Red-hots, burning cinnamon, chilli - eucalyptus, root beer, menthol; sarsaparilla. Hard candy, generally: old fashioned ‘boiled sweets,’ things that look gorgeous in glass jars. Parma violets. Fisherman’s Friends. You’re the only person who would eat a gingerbread house after decorating it. You’re also possibly a ghost, or used to be a Mad Spring. It’s also about the SENSATION.

Midwinter - dark black Licorice. Salty? Sweet? saltlakrids? Allsorts? Australian? You might like other things too, but when your loved ones are in another country, they go to the licorice aisle and get you the weirdest local variant they can find.

Long Winter - true chocolate, basic chocolate stuff: M&Ms. Dairy Milk. Hershey’s Kiss. But also home of fudgy tastes and sugar-on-sugar in a long slow sauce. Marshmallow, Handmade fudge, Phish Food ice cream.

Cool Winter - naturally, the homebase of minty tastes. peppermint wheels, York’s Peppermint Patties, After Eights. Also orange - chocolate orange - and, oddly, pixie sticks/sherbet and other sweet things that involve eating simple flavored sugar.

[maybeelse]

Content notes: monsterfucking, alien biology, gore, snuff (with resurrection), 2nd person POV. ~1k words.

When she kills you, each time she kills you, she takes great care not to damage your brain. Those deliciously creamy cells, replete with fatty sheathes and bristling with slutty ligand-gated ion channels eagerly waiting to spread wide open at the slightest touch, the slightest hint, of Ms. Right Neurotransmitter (or at least Ms. Right Enough For Now), carelessly jumbled into the jostling, noisy, electrochemically active pattern that makes your psyche such a wonderful mess, cannot be allowed to deoxygenate for a moment.

Well, a minute. Two. Just long enough for her to savor the life draining out of your eyes, it's fine, there's no harm done as long as the temperature's low enough. That's what the bathtub full of ice is for, sweet thing; that's why she put in the effort to fill it, and to find a table that's just the right height to let your head dangle limply into it. By the time she's done the water will be such a gorgeous shade of red.

Five minutes isn't pushing it, not really. It's just—look, sometimes the shapes your blood makes as it drains from your body are just too beautiful, okay? She gets distracted from the way your guts feel wrapped around her cock, no matter how good it feels when fatty cells burst and smear across her thin scales or how deliciously your organs tear around her barbs. It's hard to focus enough to get off.

And fifteen minutes, well, it's not like you can complain if she takes a bit of time to relax on top of your cooling corpse. She's so sleepy and sensitive right after, with her knot swelling in the ruined sphincter she fucked into your abdomen (she likes your stomach these days, entering right in the middle of your womb tattoo; she's very, very careful not to let your body scar, there. Each time is just like the first, her sweet virgin, killed for the very first time) and the pulsing waves still ebbing from her body's muscles, pushing the last few gooey eggs out of her and into you.

Your body isn't capable of fertilizing them, of course; you will never be her brood's seedbed, and she loves you for that. Dating outside her species might be hard, tricky to explain at parties and awkward at family reunions even with no parents to ask about grandkids, but it's so much better than finding a nice fertile male to die with. Biology is an unforgiving mistress.

Her biology is. Not yours. Human biology is a cute little thing in a crop-top, fishnets, and not much else making eyes at her across the metaphorical bar, practically begging to be taken out back to fulfill whatever filthy little fantasy the universe has graced it with. Hell, why not do it on the bar? Human biology's not picky. It's never even heard of shame. And if the bouncer has thoughts, well, they're welcome to join in too.

Half an hour is pushing it, even with your head in an ice bath, but it's only then that your watch's buzzing and flashing gets her attention, as it finally starts to muster enough courage to call the coroner. She stirs on top of you, relaxed and spent, shreds of flesh dangling from her knot as she grinds it into you, her hips moving in the grip of her breeding instincts, half-confused about why she's still alive. A proper male, tentacles deeply rooted in meaty compost and belly swollen with sperm, oozing out of his holes at the merest hint of her scent, would have wrapped his scythes around her body as she thrust and spasmed and vivisected her as he felt her first egg spurt into him, eagerly consuming her to feed their young.

A proper male would have killed her.

You are, of course, only human.

She comes again as she reaches into your skull, delicately coaxing oxygen into your remaining blood cells, manually pumping that precious liquid through you, half-distracted, still rutting into the ruin of your torso. She is exquisitely sensitive; her brain wasn't made to persist past orgasm, her nerves developed with few provisions for petty concerns like calming down and rolling over to have a smoke.

So the first thing you feel, as she carefully brings you back to life, is the fact that her cock's head, its spikes slowly softening and retracting, is fully embedded in your heart's right ventricle. It pulses each time your heart's muscles clench around it, and above you, somewhere in the thick feathery frill that shields her head from predators and competitors, desperate, pained moans spill from her mouths.

It doesn't hurt. Not exactly. She adjust your nerves the first time she killed you, in that mad, panicked rush. Back then she didn't understand human biology, that saucy little minx with its come-hither eyes, not like she does now. Rushing to the nearest hospital, her arms wrapped around you and her knot still embedded in your half-corpse, screaming and then moaning as she moved inside you, wasn't her brightest idea, but it all worked out in the end, didn't it? You're still here, after all. For now.

She's able to enjoy herself so much more now that she understands how your body works. Half of her works to keep you alive; the other half wants nothing more than to fuck your corpse into a pile of shredded meat, to keep on going until she burns out her brain's pleasure center and her cock's just a numb, swollen hunk of meat, smeared with your corpse's rot and filth.

Have you ever felt more wanted, sweet little thing?

[writing-whump]

Referring back to your chocolate cake / stomach ache post 🙈

What is the favourite dessert of your OCs?

Have they ever been sick from a dessert?

Haha you remember! That's so sweet, nonny ✨️

I really like this question, it's giving me ideas again 😂

Let's see desserts they are all the most likely to overeat on:

Isaiah is so disciplined in everything, so hard to catch him off guard. The most likely for him to get sick from is too much coffee in one day (not good for the heart either oi) and mint chocolate. He loves that stuff, don't put it near him or he will eat the whole package in one sitting.

Seline is very partial to honey roasted mixed nuts. She loves that taste so much she will eat the whole thing without realizing. And milk chocolates with fruits and nuts are a similar temptation.

Matthew and rice pudding, esp if Isaiah makes it. How is he supposed to stop without trying all the flavours? Doesn't help it has milk in it and its so sweet, creamy and comforting. Milk is the most likely offender to Matt tbh, he watches out for it now, but this is irresistible.

Hector is not really a sweets person. He enjoys salty things more. Just don't let him anywhere near spice.

Arnie and milkshakes with ice cream during summer. Omg he loves that. He is also wary of them, since they are easy to mess up in summer and make him sick (got sick numerous times on trips from the ice cream or ice cubes or just badly handled milkshakes). Wary yes, but if you put them in vicinity...

Dylan is more into Oreos and M&Ms. Very easy to get sick from, esp now that he takes care to eat proteins and healthy foods to be in top condition.

Don't think Rip has a favorite anything, he didn't have the capacity to let himself enjoy some meals more than others. I'm sure Dylan will go on a hunt for his fave dessert once he finds out about this.

[blubberymuses]

"Ahh~ You're all so cute... Like Big, sloshy teddy bears~'

And so she did, going forth with the feeding, ensuring the purplenette was loaded with ice cream at all times, totally disregarding the poor girl's health... Then again, and within Gensokyo's current culture... There was no need to be ashamed of a heart attack or two~

That's what being "immortal" is about... Just enjoying yourself no matter the consequences, since they could all regenerate afterwards~

Though... Just to tease Patchouli a bit more... she stopped, suddenly. Food within reach, but waiting for her to BEG for more... While stuffing her own pudgy face, creamy, pale blubber growing and spreading atop Patchouli's own gut, belching deeply to make space too.

"Hheuuhhrrrrphf... Ohf... Mmnhh~ Mhooore~?"

Patchy's eyes rolled back down when the near endless stream ceased, confusing the librarian. A rude awakening for sure.

The girl who probably couldn't even waddle on her own without major assistance leaned up, trying to selfishly snatch the tub of ice-cream out of Flandre's hands. The beached whale's efforts were futile as the vampire merely lifted the carton up and out of reach... and even if she got a hand on it her lardy fingers probably couldn't hold on to it for long...

"G-Ghiimmiiee ooooOOOOURRP!.. Mohreh... Moohreeh... mmmphhf M-Mohrreh!.." She grunted and whined like the piggy she is, her gluttony taking over her actions as her heard rang out in pain.

...

And due to her food-obsessed mind for a moment Patchy confused the creamy pale blubber of Ms. Scarlet's midriff for the treat itself and started to slightly nibble on it, leaving a light mark or two before she could react...

[wellsrachael]

Frozen Dessert - Ms Piggie's Quick Coconut Ice Cream

Rich, creamy coconut ice cream is easy to make in a home ice cream maker. This eggless recipe has only milk, cream, coconut cream, and sugar.

[formeryelpers]

Mister Softee, 7770 Telegraph Rd, Ventura, CA 93004

Mister Softee took over the space that used to be Surf N’ Yogurt years ago. I have to say, MS is an improvement – better soft serve machines (and hence, better tasting product), better service, and cleaner. They don’t offer froyo (too bad).

They have soft serve and hard scoop ice cream.

Soft serve flavors:

Vanilla

Chocolate (mild)

Dole (pineapple?)

Oatly vegan chocolate

Choose from ice cream cones with different dip flavors and sprinkles, ice cream sandwiches, floats, milkshakes, malts, water ice, softee swirls (like Blizzards, the toppings are blended in), sundaes, and banana splits. Prices are reasonable. A small cone is $3.50.

Butterfinger Softee Swirl with chocolate dip ($6): A good size and the vanilla ice cream was blended with many pieces of Butterfinger. The chocolate shell was thin and crispy. The vanilla ice cream was mild, thick, and creamy. It’s not as rich or as flavorful as frozen custard and it melts fast, but it is a tasty enough treat. Think Dairy Queen or Foster's Freeze.

The place looks like an old fashioned ice cream shop inspired by the 1950’s roadside ice cream stand, perhaps. It’s no frills but they do have some tables and chairs and some pictures of celebrities eating Mister Softee. They also have an ice cream truck that’s available for catering.

4 out of 5 stars

By Lolia S.

[xochiomega]

Recipe for Ms Piggie's Quick Coconut Ice Cream Rich, creamy coconut ice cream is easy to make in a home ice cream maker. This eggless recipe has only milk, cream, coconut cream, and sugar. 1 cup whole milk, 1 cup white sugar or to taste, 1 cup heavy whipping cream, 1 cup coconut cream

[helloitsgracevanderwaal]

Ms Piggie's Quick Coconut Ice Cream Rich, creamy coconut ice cream is easy to make in a home ice cream maker. This eggless recipe has only milk, cream, coconut cream, and sugar.

[msicecreamy]

"Come and leave your mark..." has another meaning now...

A few years ago I made this drawing. I'm taking the opportunity to upload it here.

[teamd85]

Peanutty Ice Cream Pie Recipe Softened vanilla ice cream is mixed with coconut and chopped peanuts and spread into a chopped peanut crust, then frozen until firm for a rich and creamy dessert pie. Top with M&Ms, sprinkles, toasted coconut, or chocolate shavings before serving.

[morriscalvin]

Ms Piggie's Quick Coconut Ice Cream Rich, creamy coconut ice cream is easy to make in a home ice cream maker. This eggless recipe has only milk, cream, coconut cream, and sugar.

[spencerjohan]

Frozen Dessert - Ms Piggie's Quick Coconut Ice Cream

Rich, creamy coconut ice cream is easy to make in a home ice cream maker. This eggless recipe has only milk, cream, coconut cream, and sugar.

[cultureoflosing]

Frozen Dessert - Ms Piggie's Quick Coconut Ice Cream

Rich, creamy coconut ice cream is easy to make in a home ice cream maker. This eggless recipe has only milk, cream, coconut cream, and sugar.

[ghoulfilm]

Frozen Dessert - Ms Piggie's Quick Coconut Ice Cream

Rich, creamy coconut ice cream is easy to make in a home ice cream maker. This eggless recipe has only milk, cream, coconut cream, and sugar.

[marialarouge]

Peanutty Ice Cream Pie Recipe For a rich and creamy dessert pie, softened vanilla ice cream is combined with coconut and chopped peanuts, spread into a crust made of chopped peanuts, and then frozen until firm. Before serving, garnish with M&Ms®, sprinkles, toasted coconut, or chocolate shavings. 2 tablespoons white sugar, 1/4 cup flaked coconut, 1/4 cup mini candy-coated chocolate pieces, 3 tablespoons margarine melted, 1/4 cup light corn syrup, 3 tablespoons chopped peanuts, 1 quart vanilla ice cream softened, 1 1/3 cups finely chopped peanuts, 1/4 cup peanut butter