#cw: food

[bg-brainrot]

My cat does this thing where he sits and waits for lunch (automatic feeder) for hours. At first my partner was worried, 'is that normal', 'is he stressed', 'should we feed him more'.

No, no, I assured. The cat was rescued out of a trash can and is just very afraid of food scarcity. We feed him three times a day and he's stayed in survival mode for years now. His hunger is as neverending as his fear of starvation is.

And, of course, I can't help but think that way about Astarion, who hasn't known when his next meal would be for two centuries.

How he must be initially quite cautious about his first few meals, secretive and afraid of anyone finding him, of Cazador's cold grip landing on him at any moment. They're sporadic, unfulfilling, never enough.

How when he first feeds from Tav he finds himself unable to stop-- how it must have been overwhelming, finally tasting the blood of a thinking creature, realizing that it tastes unlike anything else. It's delicious, it's new, it's the meal of a king after eating like a pauper.

How, after that night, Tav can offer their blood to him, but it's never a guarantee. They have no reason (or so he sees) to offer him anything. They could be gone in a moment's notice and he would be back at square one again: starving and afraid. The meals are nice, the moments together are nice, but he's cautious, wary, and ready to run.

How bandits and creatures are found aplenty along their journey, but the opportunity for a fresh hot meal is not. He bites them, leaps onto them to draw what he can, but it's such a shallow drink, is it truly enough? Again, he worries that tomorrow may not bring another taste. That this, too, is just another stopgap for a hunger that knows no limits.

And of course, there is hunting. How he finds the odd animal as they travel, but it's not the same. Nothing fills the void in the same way after he drinks the blood of thinking creatures. Like he mentions, it's a delectable vintage to the cheap swill of animals. He wonders if he could ever eat another rat again, he hopes he won't have to find out.

Each and every day, he waits up on edge. He thinks to himself, is this the day that I return to starvation?

No matter how well he's fed, blood is still, and will always be, at the forefront of his mind. And satiation eternally out of his grasp. No matter how much he feeds, no matter how often he feeds, no matter from who or what type of creature-- he will never be full.

He is that cat, standing at attention, waiting, wishing for a meal he doesn't truly need. Because gods know when his next one might be.

[wittlebat]

꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ Sango outfit board for anon ꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱

[agathielart]

I'm playing Call of Cthulhu too much and I don't have nearly enough time to draw everything I'd want to.

Also I visited OmegaMart during my honeymoon and IT SHOWS.

But what if, what if... I put this design on a water bottle... mhhhh.......

[deancrowleycas]

this feels like I should not perceive it

[witchwyfe]

just a taste | sh

| pairing: steve harrington x female reader

| précis: visting steve at work, fluff, kissing lmao, mentions of food

| a/n: first steve fic...v much in my steve harrington era anyway wanted to try out writing for him

Whenever you finished your shifts at the mall movie theater, you headed over to Scoops Ahoy. Usually your boyfriend was working, but if he wasn’t, you got to see Robin and sometimes free ice cream. Luckily for you, Steve is working at Scoops when you walk in after your shift. You hadn’t even bothered to change out of the god-awful polo and khakis you’re required to wear, you couldn’t wait any longer to get out of the theater.

Robin’s at the counter when you trudge in, lifting your hand in a short wave. You clunk your purse down into a booth, sliding into it and resting your head against the wall.

“I’ll get Steve,” Robin smiles, shaking her head playfully. As much as she likes to tease the two of you, she loves how happy you make each other.

“Oh, it’s okay,” You start. “I can wait if…” You trail off, stopping when you realize Robin ignored you and went to the back anyway.

Before you can even turn your head, your boyfriend is sliding over the counter, and into your side of the booth.

“Hey gorgeous,” He breathes into your hair, already drawing you into his side. Your arms sling around his neck, and you pull your head up to meet his lips in a quick kiss.

“Work go okay?” He mumbles against your mouth.

“Hmm,” You hum noncommittally, feeling the way his breath stutters from the vibration of your lips. He’s reaching for your waist, ready to pull you into his lap and—

“Ahem,” Robin clears her throat. You peel your lips off of your boyfriend, thigh already halfway on his lap. “Please remember that this is a family establishment.” There’s a smirk on her lips, and you’re embarrassed, completely removing yourself from Steve’s touch, face hot.

“Sorry Robin,” You say weakly, sighing lightly.

There’s a blush climbing onto Steve’s cheeks and he ducks his head. “I should get back to it,” He coughs awkwardly. He stands up, but not before running his thumb gently over your cheek.

“You gonna stay awhile baby? Hang out?”

“If that’s okay,” You nod. “I promise I won’t distract you or anything.”

He grins wickedly, winking at you. “You know you can distract me anytime.”

You shake your head in feigned disbelief, the smile on your lips giving you away.

“You want some ice cream?” He wonders from the doorway of the back room. “I’ll bring you some.”

“Sure. Surprise me.”

You pull a book from your purse, half paying attention to the words on the page. The bell dings announcing customers every once in a while, but the next hour goes by silent for the most part.

A loud clunk reverberates in the store, startling you. You look to see your sweet boyfriend, who had apparently dropped an ice cream dish he was in the midst of cleaning.

Not more than ten minutes later, he’s coming out from the back again, a cup of ice cream in hand.

“How’s your book baby?” He wonders, plopping down beside you with a kiss to your head.

You shrug. “Could be better.”

He frowns, before remembering he brought you ice cream. “You want a snack?”

“Yes please,” You grin. “What do you have for me?”

“I was trying to remember what flavors you’ve tried, and I don’t think you’ve had butter pecan…?”

“No, I haven’t.” You agree, taking the cup from him. “You got it for me?”

“Hm-mm.”

“Thanks baby.” You coo, leaning forward to peck his lips.

You dip the plastic spoon into the cup, scooping out some ice cream before sliding it into your mouth. The flavor is good, and it melts nicely on your tongue.

“It’s good.” You hum happily.

You take another couple of bites before he runs his thumb under your bottom lip. “Mind if I try some, sweetheart?”

“Of course not,” You nod.

“Don’t know what it tastes like,” He comments. You take another bite before sliding the cup over to him.

“What do you mean you don’t know what it tastes like, you work here, how do you not—” He cuts you off by pressing his lips to yours, palms on either side of you jaw to pull you closer. His tongue sweeps your lower lip, asking for permission. You grant it, and he tastes the ice cream you’d just taken a bite of. He groans at the taste of the ice cream mixed with your cherry lip gloss, sighing when you shudder against him.

Eventually he pulls away, a wolfish grin on his face. “That’s good baby, good flavor.”

“Steve!” You exclaim, heat creeping up your cheeks once again. He wraps an arm around your shoulders, chuckling when you bury your face into his neck.

“Sorry sweet girl, just wanted a taste.”

© witchwyfe 2022. absolutely no reposting, translating, or modifying, even with credit.

[quantumvaudeville]

Ice cream break!! Never a day goes by where I am not thinking about that ice cream freezer you can find in the Resident Evil 2 Remake advertising Herb Ice Cream: Herbs Heal You.

[lizziestudieshistory]

01.08.2023 - seeing August in the right way, working on a cross stitch bookmark, reading, and setting up August in my reading journal.

Currently reading: The Book of Lost Tales Part Two by J.R.R. Tolkien; Richard II by William Shakespeare; Evelina by Frances Burney

[slowandsteddie]

A study in Steve’s hair. Kind of…

Okay. So we all know that Thanksgiving is incredibly toxic and terrible and why, right? Fantastic.

In case y’all need a reminder. Here. Someone summed it up on Quora.

The party and the older teens are gathered to celebrate surviving and being together. You can decide where the adults are, because that’s not my business.

This is just a little idea that I could not get to leave my head and I’m making it your problem.

349 words.

Cw: mentions of food, Steve’s hair being played with makes him feel floaty, Steve compares himself to a mutt and it does something for him that he can’t act on

Steve looked around his living room and realized very quickly that all of the good seats were taken. Instead of asking anyone to move, which he could have, he crossed the room and sat on the floor.

He was leaning against the couch, near Eddie’s hand with his eyes trained on the game that someone had put on because of “Thanksgiving Tradition.” It wasn’t him, but he didn’t really care to figure out who.

He had just finished the gravy, the last thing that was needed for the holiday meal, and decided that he wanted a few minutes to be mindless like everyone else before they ate.

Slowly, his head fell back against the arm of the couch and his eyes fluttered briefly. He noticed that the score was 3 to 7, but he didn’t really care much beyond that because neither team was his.

Almost instantly, a hand found its way into his hair and his eyes rolled back as Eddie played in it. He couldn’t focus on anything that anyone was saying anymore because long, slender fingers were curling in and gripping his hair so gently. The slightest tug had his neck arching slightly in an effort to get closer to the attention that he hadn’t fully realized that he was craving.

A slight tingly sensation had started where the follicles were tugged and slowly cascaded down his entire body. It left him feeling a little floaty if he were being entirely honest.

His eyes flicked up toward Eddie who wasn’t even looking at him. The other man was driving him crazy absentmindedly, the same way one would pet a dog while distracted by whatever else they were doing.

God, why did the thought of being Eddie’s mutt do something for him?

Steve looked away quickly, but didn’t say or do anything that would ruin the absolute heaven that was Eddie playing in his hair.

Just a few more minutes of this, he thought to himself. Just a few more minutes, and then he’d tell everyone that food was ready and that they should go dig in.

[shazleen]

You are what you eat ; “My Unhinged Food Diary” is a collection of one page, autobiographical comics exploring the deeply personal ties food can have to one’s identity and the way we move about the world.

"MY UNHINGED FOOD DIARY" is available for only 5 more days at Short Box Comics Fair!

Content warning: Discussion of eating, dietary restrictions (medical and cultural), depiction of animal slaughter, depictions of animal products, depiction of sick, depiction of mould, depiction insects

[roanniom]

Eddie Munson cuts the crusts off your sandwiches for you. Not because you ever said you don’t like crusts but because that’s something he always saw other kids from loving families have in their lunch boxes at school.

He’s been conditioned to associate a lack of crusts with an abundance of affection and stability. And that’s what he wants to give to you, in all facets of life. It’s an unspoken assumption on his part, and you don’t ask. You just smile when he hands you a plate, turning away to chuckle and pretend like you don’t notice him hastily stuffing the dry edges of the bread into his mouth. Leaving you with the soft, tasty center.

[alphacrone]

what you say: i want to run away to the woods and live as a hermit and drink riverwater and eats berries under the full moon

what you mean: i want to be able to afford fruit at the grocery store and also a place to live where i can't hear everytime my neighbor blinks

[vecnuthy]

winner winner ☕️🍫

A cute little pre-steddie holiday-themed cooking competition with a hint of ronance | wc: 999 | G | cw: food | late entry for @steddieholidaydrabbles day 6: cooking together |

"Look, it's not my fault you're gonna lose," Eddie said slyly, his chin rested on the palm of his hand.

Steve narrowed his eyes, very much ignoring Eddie's own brown eyes as they practically danced with mischief, freaking glittered with a challenge. Or maybe that was just the reflection of Christmas lights that Robin had hung up along each door frame in the Harrington house.

One of the many things that Steve had come to learn about Eddie was that he was competitive. Being a dungeon master should've been enough of an indicator, but as Eddie had become more a part of the crew, his competitiveness had become more evident. Unfortunately for Steve, the younger guy found them all -- from the shopping cart races to the surprise water gun fight -- really fucking endearing.

Even now -- especially now, as Eddie smirked up at him, smelling the proverbial blood in the water.

Or maybe "cream in the coco" would be more fitting, because the two of them were about to go head to head in the next installment of the most fearsome, epic, insane competition of the season: the Hot Chocolate War.

Many a competitor had been eliminated, thanks to the swift but fair judgment of one Nancy Wheeler. Dustin had lost to Lucas because the cinnamon had been too strong. Max had triumphed over Robin because of the peanut butter pretzel stirrer. But Steve had beaten Max because of a chocolate-covered strawberry, and Eddie had managed to barely scrape by El (who had beaten Will) with a dollop of cheesecake cream and crushed snickerdoodle.

This competition was fierce and elaborate. Steve's kitchen was covered in candies, different types of chocolate, milks, fruits, cookies -- anything and everything that could possibly pair well with chocolate was available.

This was war, and it just happened to be the final battle: Eddie vs Steve.

"It's not gonna be your fault, huh?" Steve asked, leading to Eddie shaking his head, eyes still glittering in a way that made Steve's stomach swoop. "Did you bribe the judge or something?"

"Might've tried to," he shrugged without a shred of remorse.

"I'm unshakeable," Nancy said proudly as she got resituated on her chair with the kids milling around behind her.

"But I have a plan," Eddie winked. "You'll see."

Steve hummed like a skeptic, unable to keep a smile from forming, which made Eddie's grow even larger. But Steve was competitive, too, and he had the advantage of having dated the judge once upon a time. He had a plan, too.

Then they set off.

The competition was simple, the winner determined by presentation and taste.

They both used the stove, opting to do it from scratch. Steve used whole milk, whereas Eddie used regular with half n half. The space was cramped as they both stirred a blend of chocolates into the simmering liquid.

"White chocolate with dark?" Eddie asked as he added semisweet and milk chocolates to his.

"Little bit of creamy sweet to counter the bitter," Steve said as he stirred.

"Oh, yes. Quite right. Of course," Eddie muttered with feigned impress before he playfully bumped into Steve's hip.

"You ass," Steve laughed, bumping him back before pulling his pot off the stove to whisk it vigorously.

They then set to work on assembly, their creations blocked from the other's view behind leftover pizza boxes, and then a handful of minutes later, the two presented their entries one at a time.

Steve's was gloriously rich with the whole milk, dark chocolate, and milk chocolate combo, and the half-melted candycane sticking out of it gave it a minty kick. The whipped cream was fresh and also minty, and the green sugar sprinkles on top made it all glitter like an ornament. He was confident. Mint was Nancy's favorite chocolate combination, as were the York peppermint patties straddling the rim of the mug. Nancy smiled brightly at it, bolstering Steve's confidence. He caught the knowing look Robin shot him, then smiled at the dreamy look her face melted back into when her gaze settled back onto Nancy.

And then Eddie revealed his, and Steve's stomach sank. "Oh, come on!" he whined as Nancy started to say, "Oh--"

Because Eddie's...

"--my god."

...made her and everybody else cackle.

A layer of peanut butter and cheesecake mixture supported vertical pretzel sticks topped with more of the mixture, to which coconut pieces clung, creating an edible forest. The mug held a molten helping of milk and semi-sweet hot chocolate, adorned by a piece of broken chocolate chip cookie that had a dot of cheesecake and snowy whipped cream on it to anchor a red gummy bear wearing a caramel chip for a hat. Caramel drizzle crisscrossed the cookieless part of the mug, and more gummy bears were stuck to the side, too, as if they were climbing.

Eddie twisted happily with his hands clasped behind him as he drank in the laughter and calls of it being "sick" and "awesome" and "bitchin."

"Did you top that with salt?" Nancy asked him after she took a sip.

"Sure did," Eddie grinned directly at Steve.

"That's amazing," she praised, using a spoon to eat a piece of the cookie with the hot chocolate.

Eddie mouthed "amazing" at Steve, then winked. Steve just shook his head with a grin, wanting nothing more than to tackle the idiot and squeeze him until he popped.

"Sorry, Steve," Nancy said with big apologetic blue eyes. "You know how much I love mint and chocolate, but Eddie wo--"

Eddie didn't even wait for her to completely say it before he whooped loudly and pressed a loud "MWAH" to Nancy's hair.

"Now you get to make it for everybody," she continued.

Eddie's face fell, his eyes big and pleading and pointed right at Steve.

"Them's the rules," Steve and a Robin said at the same time as the kids dug into the pretzel trees.

"I'll help you out, though," Steve winked, bringing the glitter back to Eddie's eyes.

[wittlebat]

[jdramasource]

SUGAR SUGAR HONEY (2024) dir. Kato Ayaka

[deancrowleycas]

take this tea and cookies as a cozy snack for your dashboard travels <3