#jelly pepper cookie

[missfraise]

The Voices, the new Heroes of Earthbread

Decades after the defeat of Dark Enchantress Cookie, a new menace appeared: Shadow Witch Cookie.

The Ancient Heroes, GingerBrave & Friends, and other cookies tried to stop her, but their attacks only made her stronger in their first fight against her... All, but ten Cookies, graced with Soul Jelly, sources of Light and Dark magic, balancing each other, also called The Voices.

The ten Cookies, split into two teams, work together to find a way to stop Shadow Witch Cookie and her minions.

Team 1:

Choco Duo Cookie

Son of Pure Vanilla and Dark Cacao, half-brother of Dark Choco and full brother of Trichoco, Choco Duo, also known as Chocoduo, Double Cacao Chocolate (full name), or "The prince of Secrets", is a young man who has a memory as good as Tarte Tatin Cookie.

As a child, he lost his arms and legs to save a dragon egg. As a thank you, the egg's mother replaces his lost limbs with new ones made of Cake Dragon's dough with the help of Red Velvet Cookie. The dough, at first shaped like Cookie limbs, became more and more like dragon's, and the boy became, well, half Dragon.

Today, he is one of the pretenders of the title of Dragon King (despite himself), and created the Two Moons Crescent Court with his lover Sunflower Cookie. He's always followed by North-Weast and South-Weast, two of the four little dragons following him and his sister around (who look a lot like the Twins Dragons ...)

His Soul Jelly is an orange crescent moon, the Voice of Memory, placed on his chest.

Trio Choco Cookie

Daughter of Pure Vanilla and Dark Cacao, half-sister of Dark Choco, and full sister of Choco Duo, Trio Choco, known more as Trichoco, Triple Bittersweet Vanilla Chocolate, or Tritri by her bothers, is a young woman who's a hothead and loves fighting. She is the youngest sibling.

She is a big admirer of Berries Choco Cookie, Dark Choco's late mother, and wishes to be just like her: great and powerful. She loves her friends and family more than anything, but she will find any reason to train with them at any hour of the day and night. Even if she's known as the Voice of Victory, it is not unusual for her to lose her fights against her friends and loved ones.

Today, she is one of Dark Choco's advisors. She's always followed by North-East and South-East, two of the four little dragons following her and her brother around (who look a lot like the Twins Dragons ...). She is best friends with Pepper Jelly Cookie.

Her Soul Jelly is a red spike, the Voice of Victory, placed at the end of her spear.

Sunflower Cookie

Sunflower Cookie, previously known as Yellow Rose Cookie, is the eldest child of the Roses Family and Choco Duo's lover and "mind guard".

When they were a child, they were abandoned by their mother, Burgundy Rose, in the woods where she gave them up to the hungry beasts living there. In their journey to find a new home, they meet Choco Duo, who had run away from the Citadel due to the bully the little prince got from being a new half-dragon. After convincing the boy to go home and with the help of one of Affogato's icecream clones, the two children manage to go back to the Citadel, and seeing how much the freckled cookie helped his son, Pure Vanilla proposes to the child to stay with them.

Sunflower is a protective cookie that will hold grudges on anyone who hurts Choco Duo. One of his catchphrases is "The prince is merciful. I am not."

Their Soul Jelly is a turquoise crescent moon, the Voice of Reason, placed on his staff, on the sunflower's heart.

Blackberry Nightshade Cookie

Blackberry Nightshade, also known as Nightshade, is a citizen of the Hollyberry Kingdom and the youngest member of the team.

Born without arms, she uses the little of magic she has to make some and can sometimes turn them into claws.

She met Choco Duo, Trio Choco and Sunflower when the two royal siblings came to visit Hollyberry Cookie. The young girl was dared by her mean cousins to ask the prince to be her friend while handing her claw for a shake in public. The prince happily accepted it, to the surprise of every Hollyberian, including Nightshade, until she saw the two clawed hands around hers.

Today, she is a dancer in the Hollyberry Palace and is in a relationship with Pineberry Cookie.

Her Soul Jelly is a deep blue berry, the Voice of Resolutness, placed on her chest.

Tenili Cookie

Tenili Cookie is a decapitated mummy-like Cookie and the oldest member of the Voices with Seaglass Cookie.

Tenili is a silly daydreamer who loves butterflies, to the point he cut his soul jelly to give it a butterfly shape. He sometimes sent one of his butterflies to give hope to his friends.

Before joining the Team, Tenili "lived" mostly in the Digital Golden Cheese Kingdom, using his stips connecting his body parts to "fly" around (Spiderman-like). He is in a relationship with Seaglass Cookie.

His Soul Jelly is a marron butterfly, previously an oval, the Voice of Hope, placed on his hair.

Team 2:

Frangipane Cookie

Frangipane Cookie is the fourth child of Clotted Cream, Financier, Wildberry and Crunchy Chip. She is the biological daughter of Clotted Cream and Financier. She is the future head of Scone-Custard House and a talented technician and inventor. Her mentors are Espresso, Strawberry Crepe, and Mulled Juice.

She has to use a cane to walk medium to long distances and use her inventions for travel.

Frangipane is a very serious Cookie, to the point she sometimes starts fights with Trio Choco or Alpha Cookie. Although she likes children, they don't usually like her back, including her little siblings at first, which makes her a bit sad. Surprisingly, she is best friends with Seaglass Cookie. She is in a relationship with Jelly Pepper Cookie.

Her Soul Jelly is a peach clover-like, the Voice of Justice, placed on her shoulderplate.

Pineberry Cookie

Pineberry Cookie is the child of Strawberry and Wizard Cookie and the godchild of Gingerbrave and Custard Cream III.

Pineberry was born with only one eye, their Soul Jelly replacing the missing one. They use their magic scarf as a weapon, mostly as a shield, but have a good manipulation of ice magic.

They are a bit shy, but also pretty smart, usually the one the team asks for new plans or advice when Frangipane is unavailable. They are in a relationship with Blackberry Nightshade Cookie.

Their Soul Jelly is a white/ pale colors four branch star, the Voice of Forgiveness, placed where his left eye should have been.

Seaglass Cookie

Seaglass is a Gem Mermaid squid-like Cookie and the oldest member of the Voices with Tenili Cookie.

Little is known about Seaglass, but if you are somewhere with a source of water near, you can expect him to burst out of it and either cause trouble or help the ones in need.

Seaglass is a malicious troublemaker, but he loves children and babysits the Berries Triplets (WildChip's second set of triplets) often. He is best friends with Frangipane and in a relationship with Tenili Cookie.

His Soul Jelly is a black tear shape, the Voice of Vengeance, placed on his belt.

Pomegranate Mochi Cookie

Pomegranate Mochi Cookie, also known as Mochi Cookie, is one of Dark Enchantress Cookie's clones, created by Matcha Cookie.

Created to be a perfect clone of DE, Matcha treated her harshly, believing it would make her more evil, and therefore more powerful, than their original source, despite the love for her daughter. It however backfired, making Mochi powerful but kinder. When Shadow Witch steals DE powers, Matcha and Mochi run away with Red Velvet and the Cake army to warn the Heroes of the danger.

In the Creme Republic, she meets the Gem Mermaid Carnelian Cookie and falls in love with her. The only ones to know her secret are Choco Duo and Seaglass.

Her Soul Jelly is a purple pie, the Voice of Union, placed on her Shamisen.

Pepper Jelly Cookie

Pepper Jelly is the son of Eternal Sugar and Burning Spice and the first cookie who was able to injure Shadow Witch Cookie.

Unlike his parents, Pepper Jelly wants to help cookies, and works hard to prove he is a "good cookie". He is the first to find a way to hit Shadow Witch Cookie.

Pepper Jelly is a loud and brave cookie, who doesn't hesitate to jump into battle. His best friend is Trio Choco Cookie and he is in a relationship with Frangipane Cookie.

His Soul Jelly is a light green kite, the Voice of Trust, placed on his chest.

[kiruel]

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[tatianadickinson]

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[shuckiestshuck-faced]

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[murder-cookie-dust393]

Shadow Milk Cookie. Chloroform. Yandere. Do what you will with this information.

-🏳️‍🌈👨‍❤️‍👨

I'm gonna put you as the anon listed above since- That's what I assume you mean?

I unintentionally put shitpost aha

Disclaimer: MC is still gender neutral, they are just referred to as queen for chess role purposes.

Tw: Eyestrain for the art that goes along with this piece, chloroform-like magic, kidnapping to a different dimension, implied future murder

You find yourself in a dark void. So black, you can't see anything through the shadows that swirl in your vision. You're not sure what it feels like. Is it threatening? Or is it a sense of peace? You aren't sure. This sense of the unknown makes you anxious.

Suddenly, a big blue eye opens in front of you, the colour glowing within the dimmed surroundings. The shade of blue reminded you of Lapis. A very bright one. But the eye itself, it was terrifying. You nearly wanted to break into pieces right then and there.

"Oh, my queen! You're finally here!" A voice eagerly chirps, a slightly maniacal tone to it. It seemed ecstatic to see you, too much so. You couldn't form an answer, still processing your odd environment.

"I've missed you~ It's been ages since I've seen your face! You don't look any different- oh, maybe you're just a little prettier, you silly thing!" The voice giggled as the eye blinked. The eye squinted upwards as if it was smiling. But wait, why did it act like it's seen you before? You don't know who this entity is. Not even what it is. Is it a cookie? A beast? Confusion swelled within you as the seconds passed.

"My sweet...What is that face?" The voice slowly faded away, as your world suddenly blackened once more.

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"MC, are you okay?" You wake up to the face of Strawberry. She seems concerned, her big brown eyes down-turned. How cute. "You were shaking in your sleep."

"Um yeah, I'm okay. I just had a weird dream." You respond, still lying on the grass where you and the group are camped. You clutch onto your blanket a little tighter.

"Like a nightmare?" She tilts her head to the side.

"Not exactly. I can't put it to words..." You mumble off, trying to recall the eye that spoke to you.

"Oh okay." She glanced at the blue and violet sky, commenting, "It's almost sunrise. Do you wanna prepare jellies with me? I'm sure the others will wake up soon."

You nod and sit up before flailing your blanket to the side.

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You and your friends are going through the forests of Beast Yeast, cautious of all the creatures and evil beings lurking by. That is until your group stumbles upon a random chessboard on a glass table. In the middle of the fucking path, in the middle of fucking Beast Yeast. Instead of black and white, the board is in different shades of blue.

"What in tarnation is this?" Wizard leans closer, staring at it intensely. Fidgeting with his fake beard, or in other words, his scarf.

Chili Pepper butted in, "The fuck you mean bro, this is obviously a dumb chessboard-"

"LANGUAGE!" Gingerbrave suddenly turned out to stare at Chili Pepper uncannily, before smiling again. "I'm sure it's something dangerous! Let's not touch it."

"Guys,"

"Or it could be a chessboard and table someone decided to randomly leave here."

"Shush- I'm always right." Gingerbrave did an imaginary hair toss.

"Guys..."

Wizard raised his hand, just like a nerd, "No? I am, thank you. By the almighty power of magic I-"

"You're an ice cream. Also, you're the one who's screaming for help half the time." Chili Pepper chuckled, poking at Wizard.

Strawberry took a breath and sharply, albeit quickly spoke, "Guys!"

The whole group turned to look at her, which made her flush with embarrassment. She pointed at the chessboard. "The pieces are moving on their own." When the gang looked back at the gameboard, they were met with a surprising sight.

The chess pieces moved by their own accord. Which revealed that the darker blue side was winning compared to the lighter blue. It was a competitive fight, with both sides making quick moves. It was mesmerizing, you aren't sure why.

You reached out your hand and touched one of the pieces in curiosity. Only to feel a sudden freezing cold gust fly at you. Your surroundings become dark, just like your dream as the yelps of your friends sound out around you. A sinister chuckle joins along, as your body is thrown into a blackened world once more.

"Honey! Honey, honey, honey, my honey."

You stand before a jester cookie, covered in eyes. He grins, his clothes like the blues of the chessboard. He swiftly goes over to you, cradling you in his arms. You can't move, overcome with a freezing cold that leaves you immobile.

"I've waited much too long on your reincarnation. We could have had a wonderful marriage by now if it weren't for that bastard Elder Faerie." He spoke softer than before but had a spit of venom for the name Elder Faerie. He leans closer, uncomfortably so. He makes a minuscule hum before pecking your mouth.

"I'll just keep you here for a bit until I have everything ready." Out of nowhere, a shadow comes for you, binding you in it. You start to feel drowsy. "We'll be so happy once more, I promise." Your vision starts to swirl into darkness, to the point you can't make him out anymore.

You fall asleep, unable to fight off the dreadful binds.

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"My Queen~! Wake up! I have everything ready for you." You're nudged awake, as the binds come off you. You find yourself on a throne: cold and metal. As look forward, you are shocked to see a glowing chessboard just like the one you saw on the path. But also freaked out to see Strawberry and Gingerbrave tied up in the same binds, floating in the air.

"Wha- What is this?" You stammer, overwhelmed with all that has happened in the last few moments. Was this a joke? A jester terrorizing you and your friends, what a lovely day.

"Why, it is the moment you get to see your idiots crumble right before you by the hands of your rightful husband, me: Shadow Milk Cookie!" He comes over to you, putting a crown on your head. It was plain, just a metal crown with no jewels or anything else.

"And you're the queen! The most powerful one on the board!" He giggles, patting your hand. You tense at his touch, wanting to get away from this glorified position you were in. But time and time again, you can't move away from your spot. It's as if you were hardened glue stuck to a label that no one can seem to pry off.

"I don't know what reincarnation you talked about before, but whatever it is, stop it! My friends have done nothing! I don't even know who you are!" You plead, wanting his weird reincarnation thing to stop. You felt guilty for thinking of touching a moving chess piece in Beast Yeast. Gingerbrave was right: everything is dangerous.

"Honey..." Shadow Milk frowned, holding your face in his hands. He looked disappointed rather than enraged. "I know your memories are somewhat faded, but those cookies are distracting you. Distracting you from me, your beloved." He lightly bumps his face against yours, staring into your eyes.

"What do they have to do anything with your dead lover?" You ask, a little too harshly, but needing to get the message across.

He gasps. "They aren't dead! They're right before me!" He puts his jester hat on his head, going over to Gingerbrave and Strawberry. He glares at them briefly with his dual-chromed eyes before returning to you.

"Just let me. Just let me kill them." He hisses with a grin. His eyes scare you, the way they're wide open with insanity. "I need some desperate alone time with you and also get our marriage decided once more." Shadows started to succumb to the world, except for the light from the board.

"No! Don't you dare!" You shake your head, unwilling to let him get away with this. Your poor friends. Just what kind of madness did you pull them into?

"My Queen! When will you let me kill them? They are insignificant to our love!" He exclaims, reaching a hand out to you.

Oh, what a devoted lover isn't he? Waiting for eons for you only for you to be so disgusted with him.

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This was really fun to write. Now, I’m not quite caught up on the lore yet. I just read his profile and said fuck yeah so…mhm.

I will say, I didn’t go exactly chloroform, but the same aspect of it with his magic.

I used honey cuz I was like “Old. But also insane. Equals honey.”

Alright I’m gonna go do homework now because I’ve neglected other work (APRIL AND MAY IS HELL FOR MEEE)

- Celina

[starrystevie]

"it's a vhs night, huh?" eddie asks as he comes out of the kitchen, two mugs of decaf coffee in one hand, a box of oreos in the other. steve's on his knees in front of the tv with tapes scattered around him, a mixture of home movies and mashed up concert recordings and episodes of star trek that are bound to get recorded over eventually. he turns around as his husband enters the living room and opens his mouth for a cookie that eddie happily feeds him.

"yeah, why not?" he gives eddie a half smile that makes the crows feet around his eyes crinkle even more. "just feeling nostalgic, i guess."

eddie hums and sits on his end of the couch before pulling one foot up to cross over his knee. he takes a sip of the bitter black coffee and dunks an oreo in to soften it up then pops it into his mouth. steve finally settles on a video and rewinds it to the start, curling up on his side of the cushions with his feet tucked under eddie's thigh. a hand finds its way around his ankle and a thumb strokes at the soft skin it can find. gentle, comforting, home.

the grainy picture on the screen straightens out and the sound clicks on along with it. the greens of the grass are a little faded and the blue of the sky is dull but it's still clear enough to make out steve on the swings at the park down the road from loch nora. steve's mom is behind the camera yelling for him to pump your legs, good job stevie, there you go, wow you're going so high and the grin on the boy's face is a wide as the sky above him.

"you were so cute, what happened?" eddie murmurs with a chuckle causing steve to slap at the thigh currently warming his feet.

"i'm still cute, thank you very much." steve grumbles out his response which makes eddie chuckle again, leaning over with a groan to smash a kiss to his cheek.

there's little voices echoing in the background as steve continues to swing and the video switches suddenly to him on a red check blanket eating a sandwich. he has jelly on his cheek in the same place that eddie had placed a kiss not a minute earlier and it has them both cooing like the old men they are.

but then there's a flash of something in the background. a little kid runs by followed by what's presumably his mother and it distracts little steve, who turns on his blanket to watch the two running.

"is that...?" steve starts, turning to eddie who's staring at the screen with rapt attention. the gasp he gets in return is the only answer he could possibly need. the hand around his ankle gets a little tighter and he watches as a watery smile spreads across eddie's face, salt-and-pepper beard crinkling up on his cheeks.

"that's me, that's-" he breathes out, curling in on himself slightly to peer closer at the video. in the video, steve's still staring at the little boy in the park getting picked up by his mom and being thrown in the air. his little giggles break through the speakers as his mom catches him, cradling him to her chest as she runs off screen. they come back into frame a few seconds later and crash side-by-side onto the grass. their arms start pointing at the sky like they're finding shapes in the clouds and eddie inhales sharply. "-that's my mom."

steve reaches down and clasps his hand around eddie's where it's still on his bony ankle, trailing his fingers over his husband's. eddie looks up and tosses a bewildered grin at steve who catches it easily and returns it with one of his own. as if they have magnets stored in their hearts from where the universe made them for each other, the two move closer to one another instinctually until they have arms around waists and fingers tangled together and heads on shoulders.

they sit in silence for the next few minutes, reliving a time when they were still boys with their mothers, happy and loved, not even knowing their soulmate was right next to them.

[brittle-doughie]

yo think we could get the Deliciously Evil Banquet cutscene with Y/N Cookie involved? just thought it would be fun to see after reading your Deal with Ancients story (can’t wait to see more of that btw)

i can just imagine the CoD deliberately setting up the seating so that Y/N is the closest one to them lol

Timeless Kingdom - Deliciously Evil Banquet (Reader Insert)

Never waste good food!

You entered the banquet hall, the sight of Dark Enchantress Cookie herself was enough to put you on edge, her entourage sitting alongside her, their eyes fixed in your direction didn’t help matters…

“Welcome, Y/N Cookie and friends.”

“Dark Enchantress Cookie! We are not going to be swayed by some food!”

Gingerbrave resisted the temptation of the banquet, Custard Cookie III not so much, which irritated Chili Pepper Cookie.

“Come on! Let’s take our seats! The jellies are getting cold!”

“Hey! Aren’t you a little TOO excited?!”

Esterházy interrupted for a brief moment to help with any belongings, of which Custard Cookie accepted real quickly.

“A grand idea! Here, hold my crown and scepter. Try not to get them wrinkled.”

“Very well, sir. As for everyone else...If you would please take your seats?”

You hesitate, but you go to sit down, hopefully as far away from the CoD as possible…before Esterházy stopped you with his hand.

“My apologies, sir/madam. But your seat is actually at the other end of the table, you’ve been specifically requested to sit there.”

This news surprised you and the group, Healer Cookie especially…

“What?!”

“Hehe, yeah! You’re sitting with us, Y/N Cookie. Right next to Dark Enchantress Cookie herself!”

You pondered on running out that door…..

…before sighing in defeat and trudged to the other side of the table. You couldn’t see it, but their eyes were on you as you head over to that empty seat amidst the CoD, Dark Enchantress Cookie patting it invitingly.

“Come, Y/N Cookie. You and your friends are the first Cookies to pass the gates—the first to be PERSONALLY welcomed into my fold. Let us have a heart-to-heart discussion~”

You sit down next to Dark Enchantress Cookie, she’d lean down and whisper in your (nonexistent) ear.

“And I’ve been looking forward to a heart-to-heart with you, Y/N Cookie~”

“Oh! So, like, can we ask you anything? Cause, I've been dying to know!How did you train the Cake Monsters? I want one as well!”

Custard Cookie III’s question made Dark Enchantress lean back into her seat as she softly laughed at the young cookie’s question.

“I wonder, Y/N Cookie. How long will Gingerbrave and the others cloud your mind?”

Not this again with Pomegranate Cookie…you whispered at her to knock it off.

“Did they tell you that there is a different path away from my Master’s embrace? You are being wasted on them, there’s only Dark Enchantress Cookie left for you. There’s only the darkness left for you..!”

“Hey, stop hogging all their attention..!”

You let Licorice and Pomegranate bicker at each other, saved you the trouble of Pomegranate’s rants again.

“Y/N Cookie….! Are you going to play with me soon? I have shroomies I want to share!”

You’ll consider it….Poison Mushroom didn’t do anything majorly wrong in your eyes…yet.

Dark Choco Cookie…he didn’t want to look at you in the eyes, your previous encounters with him must still be fresh in his mind…

“But before we progress any further...I have a question for you, our "esteemed" guests.”

“Do you know the reason why we, Cookies, were created?”

Dark Enchantress Cookie’s question snapped you out of your thoughts, your jam ran cold at the thoughts of your real purpose as a cookie…

Custard and Chili Pepper have their own answers to the question, none of which surprised Dark Enchantress Cookie.

“Nope!”

“Me neither! But I know I was baked with a particular set of skills! Heh!”

“How predictable. Pathetic. And you call yourselves COOKIES! What an absolute waste of perfectly fine dough!”

Dark Enchantress Cookie briefly glanced at you.

“Well, most of you are wastes of fine dough anyway. Although, one of you still shows great promise.”

“Y/N Cookie, do you know the real reason why we, Cookies, were created?

You…..hesitated.

The others were not ready to hear it. What’s meant to be their ultimate fate! It made your eyes dart back and forth in nervousness.

“Don’t be shy, my dear. We’re all listening~”

“Don’t listen to her, Y/N Cookie! She’s trying to lie to you again!”

“I'm wasting my efforts on you all. How selfish of you to have Y/N Cookie witness your crumbs litter this table!”

Did she just threaten to kill them all?!

She was not going to do that-

“STOP! I can no longer stand by and watch you bring destruction and corrupt cookies like Y/N Cookie with your evil!”

“HA! And who might YOU be? What is it that YOU can do to stop ME? You're a dusty, ragged, and unnamed nobody. Nothing but a memory that Y/N Cookie will forget very soon.”

“Yes... I have been hiding for far too long...But the time has come to step out from the shadows.”

“I will sacrifice everything to put an end to your schemes!”

“YOU!”

Pure Vanilla Cookie?!

Actually, that made a whole lot more sense now that you look back on it. Wizard and Gingerbrave was still in shock.

“PURE VANILLA COOKIE?!”

“HOLD MY CANE! Healer Cookie is Pure Vanilla Cookie?!”

“Ah...It seems that an uninvited guest was among us. Have you FINALLY realized how pathetic you are and have come to hand over your Soul Jam and see me rightfully claim Y/N Cookie as mine?”

M-ma’am, you were not property.

“Y/N Cookie will never go with you. I’ve seen their soul and know that it will shine the brightest and will never fall into your hands!”

“Tell me then... How do you plan to stop ME? Did you think your ragged attire and worn expression would win my sympathy?”

“*Tsk* What a waste of a good banquet...Enough of this!”

Dark Enchantress was not happy with the situation, Pomegranate was not happy with the situation as you low-key shifted your chair away from the CoD.

“How dare you ruin my Master's plan! Fate will not be on your side tonight!”

[kurishiri]

THE CHARA CAFE × Ikemen Villains menu translation

(src) this translation may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties. You can click on the image for better quality. Please reblog, not respost!

which ones would you order? ✨✨

To my precious robin and from the self-righteous king, a most sinful love: a frozen strawberry drink (William)

strawberry ice cream

strawberries

milk

strawberry sauce

whipped cream

I encaged the scenery I saw with you inside this glass: a blue ocean drink (Elbert)

blue raspberry syrup

lemon water

lemon slice

gold leaf

Drink this if ya want. I ain’t drinkin’ it though: a ruthless butterfly pea soda (Jude)

butterfly pea syrup

carbonated water

lemon syrup

violet jelly

I want your greatest happiness: a berry tea of happiness (Ellis)

berry tea

blackcurrant jam

For you, the sinful one who wandered into a den of evil: the death god’s hot chocolate (Victor)

cocoa

whipped cream

coffee sauce

Blooming in the dark night, a violet cream soda

cider

purple melon syrup

vanilla ice cream

cherry

wafer cake with bean jam (monaka)

I swear a most sinful love to you on this wedding mocktail

pink grapefruit syrup

peach cheese

carbonated water

edible flower

“So that you, the one I love, may smile, I cast a magic spell on this”: the Cheshire Cat’s fresh fruit salad (Liam)

salad mix

smoked salmon

raisins

grapefruit

diced nuts

lemon dressing

black pepper

edible flower

wafer cake with bean jam (monaka)

“Nothing like meat for a reward, don’t you agree, lil lady?”: the egoist’s roast beef plate (Roger)

roast beef

rice

rock salt

baby leaves

parsley

mini tomatoes

camembert cheese

steak sauce

The Crown members’ favorite! The head chef’s special tomato sauce pasta

pasta

tomato sauce

bacon

consommé soup

parsley

crouton

“Hey, wanna split this half and half with me?”: a chocolate mint parfait of the Lying Fox’s charm (Harrison)

bavarois

mint jelly

chocolate corn flakes

whipped cream

mint chocolate ice cream

chocolate sauce

mint

brownie

“Aha! It’s my creation, as someone with a steel stomach”: a special scone set made by Alfons

scone

vanilla ice cream

blue raspberry syrup

whipped cream

chervil

biscuit

silver dragee

A vow to fall deeper into your sinful love: a wedding berry cake set

berry cake

macaron

cookie

whipped cream

mint

cotton candy

rock salt

wafer cake with bean jam (monaka)

Dessert of the robin on a moment’s break: a fresh fruit cocktail

cider

orange (mandarin)

yellow peach

cherry

strawberry

three-colored agar agar

heart-shaped gummy

popping candy

if you order something from the food or dessert menu, you’ll be gifted a 2L photocard (top), and if you order a drink, you get a coaster (bottom).

[noxturnalpascal]

Devotion 🖤 III. Path to the Future (Ch 12)

CultLeader!Joel x OFC!Reader

Series Summary: When is it enough? When is it too much? When does Devotion become Obsession?

Visit the Series Masterlist for series warnings, cult info, timeline info, and HCs on ages. Reader has a nickname and some minor physical descriptions - is an OFC from Reader POV.

*This series is 18+ MDNI. I will not be listing individual chapter warnings as I don't want to spoil the plot of each chapter. Please see the series masterlist for entire series warnings to decide if this is for you.*

LAYOUT OF JOEL'S HOUSE PREVIOUS

III. Path to the Future

CH 12 (7.6k) The day after your demand that he not eat Kerri’s food anymore you come back from your afternoon walk around town, something you started out of boredom one of the first few days you were back, to a surprise in the kitchen. Today - just like every day as you walk around - the residents that see you run into their houses and grab gifts to give you. Initially you tried to refuse them but they just forced them into your arms and ran away, so now you take them back to the house. 

They’re obviously meant for Joel - offerings to the deity from his devotees - but you have been hoarding them in your room and snacking on them in the mornings. Today you have a pot of fresh honey, a bundle of oat cookies, a jar of pickled peppers, a lovely bouquet of multicolored tulips, and three dried casings of cured meat you were told is called Soppressata.

You walk in the house and move to head right up the stairs to deposit your collected snacks in your hoard, but notice a delicious smell wafting out from the kitchen. Without even thinking, you walk in and see Joel - wearing an apron - and chopping up potatoes at the sink. He turns around and sees your arms full and moves to offer to help you unload before a realization strikes you. You don’t think he’s aware you’ve been leaving the house every day and now this is obvious evidence you have. Is he going to be mad?

“What’s all this?” he says, grabbing the pepper jar and honey pot before they slip out of your fingers.

“Just some stuff,” you shrug, setting the rest down on the counter.

He doesn’t seem mad that you’ve obviously been out all day and you hope he just goes back to doing whatever he was doing. What is he doing? It smells amazing in here. Before you can ask you watch him pop open the honey and stick his fat finger in, scooping it into his mouth. He closes his lips around his finger and you watch his face fall slack, a contented hum emanating from his mouth as his eyes close. 

You wish you weren't watching his face morph into pleasure right in front of you. You wish this vision of him didn’t make your insides flutter and your body tense with forbidden memories. He pulls his finger from his mouth with a pop before going back for another fingerful. You wish he wasn’t eating all the fucking honey.

“Hey, save some of that, I want to put it on my biscuits.”

“You’ve got biscuits?” he asks as he reaches for the bundle, unwrapping it with his honey-covered hand. “These aren’t biscuits, these are… are these cookies?”

“Yeah, those are oat cookies, the biscuits are upstairs,” you explain before you can stop yourself.

“What do you mean upstairs?”

Shit. Now you’ve let the cat out of the bag. You turn your face to try and avoid his stare but you see him waiting for an answer out of your peripheral vision. You grab the pot of honey out of his hand and pop the lid back on, grab the bouquet and walk out of the kitchen, motioning for him to follow you. You hear his footsteps slowly padding behind you on the stairs and when you open up the door to your room, you step back so he can see your collection. 

Preserved jellies, chutneys, and pickled veggies make a rainbow along the shelves on the wall. A basket full of early-harvest spinach and spring onions sits next to bottles of homemade salad dressing on the bookshelf. Several loaves of partially-eaten crusty bread are spread on top of the dresser as are an open jar of fresh butter, a knife sticking out of an open jar of deep red berry jam. 

Several empty jars sit half-full of water all over the room, holding bouquets of spring flowers in different states of bloom. The nightstand is covered in crumbs spilling off a plate with two biscuits left - ostensibly the ones you wanted to try with your newly acquired honey - and the unused side of the bed is littered with dirty dishes, soiled napkins, and a half-eaten rhubarb crumble pie.

“What… the… fuck?” Joel draws out his words, turning to look wide-eyed at you.

“I’m sorry, okay?” you mumble.

You look down, unable to make eye contact with him, unsure how he’s going to react. You’ve been hoarding - and eating - all these gifts that were meant for him. Is he gonna be angry at you or is he gonna be the pathetic, nice version of Joel he’s been since he brought you back here? Which would you prefer? It’s not like he left you food here at the house so what did he think you were eating all day the last two and a half weeks?

“What do you mean you’re sorry? Who did you steal all this shit from?”

Your head snaps up to meet his eyes.

“I didn’t steal anything! I meant I was sorry I kept your gifts, not that I stole something. How dare you! I wouldn’t steal-”

“What the hell you mean, my gifts?” 

“You know, all this stuff people gave me while I was out walking around, all your gifts,” you explain. “I know I should’ve given them to you but I was hungry.”

“People gave you all ‘a this?”

“Yeah and you can go ahead and ask them cuz I didn’t steal any-”

“These aren’t gifts for me,” Joel interrupts.

“What? What do you mean? Of course they are,” you say as you motion around the room, as if that’s somehow making it more obvious.

“You think people are makin’ me cookies and givin’ me bouquets of flowers?”

You open your mouth to speak and then shut it quickly. You realize he has a point. There weren’t any flowers in this house before, never have been. In fact, you couldn’t find a single vase when you went looking for one and had to use the empty jars of things you’d already eaten to hold the flowers. And come to think of it, you’d never seen people handing Joel goodies as he walked by them on the street and never noticed him coming home with his arms full of food.

“Why would they be givin’ them to me?” you ask.

“I don’t know, you tell me,” he smirks.

You shrug. “How the hell would I know?”

He looks around the room again in disbelief, then back to you. “Bring some of those dirty dishes down, would ya? I don’t want ants in here.”

You think about arguing with him but he turns and heads back down to the kitchen before you can think of a smart-ass reply. Besides, he has a point. You’ve been living in a little pig-sty to keep your snacks a secret and now the jig is up. You might as well clean the room. You gather as much as your arms can carry, dirty plates along with a bunch of the food, and bring them downstairs. Joel opens a cupboard next to the sink that used to be full of Tess’ coffee but now sits empty.

“You can put your secret stash in there, if ya want,” he says, smirking.

“Well, you can help yourself too,” you mumble.

“Yeah, sure,” he chuckles, squeezing some sauce into a pot of corn on the stove top. “Wanna help me mash the potatoes?”

“What are you makin’?” you ask, looking around the kitchen, once again noticing the delicious smell surrounding you.

“I went to the poultry farm and grabbed a bird after my last meeting today, so we’ll be having roast chicken with barbeque corn and potatoes,” he explains. Then he teases, voice lowered, “Mashed, if you can manage it.”

“You know how to roast a chicken?” you ask, ignoring his taunt about your own cooking abilities.

“Well, the oven does most of the work,” he answers.

He stirs the corn on the stove while you work at the counter next to him, mashing the potatoes with a large fork you found at the back of the silverware drawer. You seem to work forever and can’t seem to get all the lumps out, finding new chunks of potato everytime you stir the bowl.

“How the hell did she get them so fuckin’ smooth?” you curse, more to yourself than to anyone else.

“She probably used the mill,” Joel says as he points to the contraption on the counter next to your bowl of mashed potatoes.

You hadn’t even seen the goddamn thing, you were so focused on forking the potatoes into a smoothie and proving to him you could do it. Fuck, the food mill. Of course that’s how Kerri got her perfectly smooth potatoes. In the French style, she used to brag. Stupid Kerri and her stupid french potatoes.

“I prefer them lumpy anyways,” you lie.

“Yeah, me too.”

You’re not sure if he’s lying too but you’re glad he didn’t say something stupid like he preferred Kerri’s potatoes, not when you have this giant fork in your hand and he’s within stabbing range. He takes out the chicken and lifts the lid, a decadent aromatic steam fills the room. You see the chicken dressed with lemon peels and dried herbs and think, holy shit Joel really can cook, this fucker. He shows you how to cut into the meat and see if the juices run clear - which they do - and then it’s done. He plates up dinner for you both and you sit at the table in your usual seats.

Tonight - unlike every other night - you don’t make spiteful commentary about the quality of the food. In fact, Joel even notices you chewing with your eyes closed, seeming to truly enjoy the meal he’s made, and his assumption is confirmed when you get up to put a second helping on your plate. When you come back from the kitchen you place the parcel of oat cookies in the center of the table, an offering of dessert which you both share once your meals are done.

Joel is shocked further when you offer to help him wash up the dishes, and his surprise must show on his face because you level him with a don’t say a word stare that has him silently accepting your offer. As you wash the dishes, so close he can feel the heat from your body, he can’t help but think about the last time you washed dishes together and your confession about what that moment had meant to you. He wonders if you’re thinking about it too.

What had that moment meant to him? He remembers it vividly, speaking Sarah’s name out loud for the first time in years. You’d tried to stop him, to let him know he didn’t have to say the obvious but he wanted to say it. He wanted to speak it out loud. He wanted you to be the one to hear it. He wanted you to know him, way back then. Part of him wanted to roll over and expose his soft underbelly to you and yet, the bigger part of him - the protective part of him - kept you at a distance.

Joel’s been cleaning the same fork for about four minutes now, so you’re not sure if he’s noticed all the dishes are washed. You’re afraid to turn your head and look at him, not wanting to disrupt this peaceful moment, to have this evening end. This has been… it’s been the best night you’ve had in a long time. You’re not sure what you want now but in the beginning, this is the kind of night you longed for. Time with Joel, alone and at the center of his attention, playing house with him.

You wonder if that’s what he’s thinking about, about your confessions to him sparked by a night many months ago very similar to this one. The way you used to want him, the way you used to love him. You hear him drop the fork and realize he’s looking at you. The warmth of his attention sends a heatwave across your chest and up to your ears. You curse the swooping of your stomach and the way you have to physically restrain yourself from throwing your body at him.

You take a step backwards, keeping your eyes forward. “I’m gonna head-”

But you never get to finish your sentence. 

Joel’s mouth is on yours and you hate the way your body immediately responds to him, opening your mouth to let him plunder it with his tongue and wrapping your arms around his neck as he paws at your ass. He picks you up long enough to move you both back to the dining room before he’s setting you down on the cleared table. Well, your head is clear enough to recall, this is a familiar position - except this time Tess isn’t here to interrupt you.

He pushes you backwards, his body curving over yours, kissing your lips, your cheek, your neck. His whiskers drag along your skin, tickling a path as he moves his face along your body. You feel a thick bulge in his jeans grinding into your center, setting off a fresh wave of desire. And then the thought hits you. This is how easy you are. This is how easily you give in. He cooks you one chicken dinner - and he said the oven did most of the work - and you spread your legs for him.

This is exactly what you told him you didn’t want, to let him use you and fill you and play husband and wife with you. And you folded almost immediately. You’re ashamed, disappointed in yourself. You’re supposed to be stronger than this and no matter how badly you want it - and you want it bad - you can’t let him win this easily. You’ve come too far to give it all up for some physical affection. You push your hands on his chest and after a couple shoves he stands up, panting, looking down at you confused.

“What- what’s wrong?” he asks.

You push him back further and stand up off the table, taking a deep breath and gathering your wits.

“Why did you bring me back here?” 

“W- why? Because I want you here with me, baby.”

There’s that baby shit again. You roll your eyes, making sure he sees your annoyance. “For what purpose?”

“I want you to know me,” he grabs your hand and whispers your name. It’s the first time you’ve heard it from his lips. It makes your heart slam against your chest. “I want to share my life with you.”

“But you’re not sharing anything,” you pull your hand back. “I’m in this house all day, alone, with nothing to do. What are you sharing? Your dinner? Your dick?”

“What’s wrong with sharin’ those things? I’ll share everything with you, you can have anything you want. You said we were made for each other… and we are,” he pleads.

“Jesus Christ, Joel,” you sigh. “I didn’t tell you about those stupid feelings I had so you would take them as gospel. I was trying to illustrate how under your fucking delusional spell I was, you maniac.”

“I know that. But that’s why we’re made for each other, don’t you see?” He has a crazy look in his eyes, you see that much. “You thought we could fix each other's weak spots, that we could make each other stronger. And we can. We complete each other, we’re two of a kind.”

You’re suddenly worried he might have slipped something in the dinner because his words are starting to make some kind of sense to you. “So,” you swallow past a lump in your throat. “What do you want from me, Joel?” you ask, wanting him to spell it out. “Why did you bring me back here?” The time for innocence is over. No more manipulation, no more fairy tales. Your eyes are open. You know exactly who he is now, so he needs to tell you exactly what he wants.

“I can’t give you traditional love, we both know that. But you don’t want that anyways.” He reaches for your hand again and you don’t immediately pull back. “What I can give you is everything I have. I want to share it all with you.”

You measure his words and his actions, remembering all the ways he hurt you to try and tamp down the absolutely blinding feeling taking over your body. The feeling you have when all his attention is focused on you and he’s talking like this. Loving you, claiming you. You’re not even sure it’s real. You wish it didn’t affect you this way, you wish you weren’t so weak. But goddamnit, the power in this man, the absolute energy rolling off of him and surging directly into you is completely electrifying.

You close your eyes and let reason take hold before you speak. “Do you still think I’m some helpless, broken little thing, Joel?”

“No, of course not,” he answers immediately.

You pull your hand slowly out of his.

“Then why are you still tryin’ to take care of me? I don’t need you to give me things, Joel. If I want somethin’, I’ll take it. If you brought me here to share your life with me then you better start sharing.”

“I don’t understand,” he whispers.

“If I’m gonna be with you then I’m going to be with you. Not under you. Not subservient to you. Not stuck here in this house waiting for you to get home all day. If you want to share with me then you share everything.”

Even if he hadn’t already told himself he’d give you anything, he wouldn’t have hesitated one bit. Hearing you ask for what you wanted - what you really wanted - for the first time ever, was the hottest fucking thing he’d ever seen.

“Is this why you’ve been acting like a little brat this whole time?” he asks, the side of his mouth upturning to a sly smirk. “Coulda just told me what you wanted on day one.” 

“We’re two of a kind,” you say his words back to him in a bad imitation of his gruff drawl. “Shouldn’t you have already known what I wanted?”

Joel smiles. “You’re right,” he yields, ignoring your sarcasm. “And like I already said, you can have anything you want.”             

---

April’s rain fades away as May approaches and while those late spring days tick by, a foreboding heat begins to soak into everyone’s bones. The beginning of June sees the afternoons become sun-filled and muggy, the air thick with pollen and cicada songs. The valley is verdant green and rich with blooms, finally back to life after a long winter, and the residents seem to be in excellent spirits. Joel is surprised - but relieved - that he hasn’t gotten any bad news in weeks. He wonders if the fact that you’ve been accompanying him to work every day might be playing a part in his good fortune.

You sit-in on every meeting with him, travel around the valley to visit families, and take notes as Tess discusses the incoming reports. He hasn’t made an official announcement and no one has said anything to him about your growing role but from what he can see, it’s being received well. You have a way about you, a habit of listening when the men speak and nodding your head, taking it all in. Then when you give a response you make it sound like they were the ones who had the idea all along, like you were just plucking the idea out of their own heads.

Fuck, you’re good. And the response from the women? Joel always thought he could wrap them around his finger with a well-placed compliment in his gravelly baritone and a flash of his espresso-brown eyes, but they are responding to you better than they ever did him. They’re showering you with gifts, not just cookies and flowers but clothes and blankets they’ve made, books and scavenged items, drawings from the children. He’s half-convinced they’re going to throw a parade for you.

You and Joel are sitting at your desks in the office you all keep in the town square when there’s a knock at the door. Joel goes to answer it and it’s Georgia, Peter’s wife, with two heaping plates in her hands.

“Brought you guys a little something before the meeting starts,” she says with a massive smile on her face.

“Oh you didn’t-” Joel starts.

“Thank you so much, Georgia,” you interrupt, suddenly at his side, taking the plates out of her hands. “Tell little Aidan I said thank you for the butterfly drawing.”

Joel turns to thank Georgia and she continues smiling, waving as she heads down the sidewalk. You’re already digging into your potato salad when Joel approaches your desk. 

“You weren’t this grateful when I was bringin’ you cafeteria food,” he mutters.

“This isn’t Kerri’s cooking,” you scoff.

“What do you mean?”

“Georgia isn’t bringing us food from the cafeteria,” you say, shock in your voice at his insinuation. “She's making this food at home for her family and bringing some here.”

“You’re tellin’ me that she’s been bringing you lunch from her own house everyday?”

“Well yeah, since I can’t go there anymore she brings it here.”

Joel recalls a conversation with Peter several weeks after he’d brought you back to the valley where he expressed concern about having enough food stores to feed his family. His kids weren’t eating him out of house and home, you were. He looks around your desk - where you’re eating your lunch - noticing you barely have room to eat since your desk is covered in gifts from Valley members. The file cabinet behind you is also covered in jars and trinkets, the wall behind your desk plastered with scribbled sheets of paper from the children.

Joel remembers Peter said that many residents were feeling the pressure of low supplies and wonders how many of them are giving to you what they should be keeping for themselves. He hears Tess come in the door behind him and bid you hello, which you answer with a nod as your mouth is stuffed full. Tess’ been living in the apartment above the office and is joining you both to walk to this morning’s meeting together. The meeting whose purpose is to address concerns over food-supply issues around the Valley.

“Well, I think we can cancel our meeting,” Joel mutters.

“What?” Tess says, sidling up beside him and grabbing a kettle chip off your plate before you can smack her hand away. “Why?”

“Cause I think I found the drain on the food supply,” he half-jokes.

“Are you calling me fat?” you ask, mouth full. “Or are you just blaming me for Mother Nature’s choice to bless us with a cold New England spring?”

“Well-” Joel begins to gesture around to everything surrounding you.

“It sounds like you’re jealous, Joel. People want to give me things because they respect me. When you were the big cheese around here, what did people give you?” You wait a beat to let his silence emphasize your point. “Oh yeah, I remember,” you snap your fingers as if it just occurred to you. “Pussy. That’s what you used to get. Seems like you just didn’t play your cards right,” you emphasize your point by crunching down on a pickle spear with a smug smile.

“Yeah well, ain’t gettin’ that anymore,” Joel mutters, grabbing the second plate Georgia delivered and claiming it for himself before you eat that too.

“Maybe we can shelve this conversation for later,” Tess begs. “We gotta get to the meeting.”

“Oh no, don’t worry about it Tess, we can just burn me at the stake as the witch who caused the short spring and that blood sacrifice should make everyone happy, right Joel?” you mock.

“Anything you want, baby,” Joel shoves a handful of Georgia’s delicious kettle chips in his face before he adds, mouth full, “I’ll get the matches.” 

---

You’re both sitting at a small table in the front of the room, everyone gathered as an audience and taking turns giving supply reports, the news getting more grim with each passing account. As the meeting drags on into the second hour, Joel notices you’ve stopped taking notes and now have your eyes closed. You haven’t said much this whole time and he’s wondering if you’re upset with him for his earlier insinuation. He was joking - mostly - and he hopes you know that. You open your eyes and find him staring at you.

“You okay?” He mouths.

“This is going on forever,” you mutter, clearly annoyed. “It’s a lot of different people saying the same thing. We need more food.”

“Well, we can’t leave till we find a solution,” Joel whispers back.

You take a deep breath and stand up, letting your chair noisily slide on the floor as your legs push it back, interrupting the person in the crowd who was speaking.

“So sorry, Javi, I’m sorry to interrupt but can I ask a question?” The man nods his head, yes. “The community garden fields that grow past the cemetery, you’re saying that they don’t grow enough to feed our expanding community?”

“No, unfortunately not,” he says. “The seeds have to be started indoors to contend with the short growing season this far north and there’s only so many seeds that can be started.”

“Where do you start the seeds?”

“We converted part of our basement into a greenhouse.”

“Right,” you say, as if you already knew the answer. “So would you be able to help build a second greenhouse?”

“I don’t think I have the room-” he starts.

“I think we should convert the old mill into a greenhouse,” you interrupt. The building is concrete, it’d hold heat and moisture well. It doesn’t have power but it has the old wheel in the creek, it has potential.”

Sasha stands at the back of the crowd. “The creek is dammed upstream, if we remove the dam it would probably give the creek enough current to turn the wheel.”

Peter stands up in the front row. “I could take a look at the electric grid over there, if that wheel can turn I can get the hydropower running.”

“I’ve spent time in that building and it looked structurally sound but maybe you could look it over, use some of the lumber on-site to shore up any weak spots?” you ask.

Joel - dumbstruck - realizes you’re looking at him, that you’re talking to him, and he nods, wordlessly. He’s actually a little giddy to be included in the conversation.

You point back at Javi. “Are you ready to build a greenhouse?”

Javi nods his head and the room erupts into applause. 

Joel looks at Tess and she is beaming, grinning from ear to ear as she enthusiastically claps her hands, joining others in a standing ovation. You’re a fucking marvel. Joel sits there, slack jawed in disbelief, as the crowd filters out, many coming to the front of the room to shake your hand and express their confidence in your idea, offering assistance and hands to put in the work needed for the conversion.

Joel walks behind you and Tess as you leave to head home and he overhears Hank Mansfield call your name across the front lawn. You stride over and give the giant man a big hug, asking him how the family is and how everything is going at the farm. Hank says several times everything is going great and they miss you very much. He passes on some knitted socks he says are from Laurel and a cherry pie he says is from Amber before introducing you to the people around him as if he were your proud father.

“Well, not everything is great, right Hank?” Joel asks, eager for you to hear the bad news as well as the good. It’s important you get the whole picture of what it’s like to lead this place.

“Oh Joel, they’d be going a lot better if you hadn’t taken my best worker away from me,” Hank laughs, affectionately grabbing your shoulder. Joel watches as you shy from the attention, taking the misplaced compliment all the same. “I’m just kidding of course,” Hank continues, “this has been a banner year at the farm, and just in case I don’t say it enough,” Hank surprises Joel by grabbing one of his hands with both of his own massive paws. “We’re so grateful to you for lending this little lady to us.”

“Banner year? Hank, you said milk yields were gonna be down this spring,” Joel reminds him.

“Sorry Joel, I know you were never a farmer, but what else are the calves supposed to eat?” Hank says, laughing good-naturedly, a smile stretched across his face.

Joel’s face must show his confusion because you jokingly punch his arm.

“Hank said there’s been more calves born at the farm than any year since before all-” you point around vaguely, indicating the veritable apocalypse you all find yourself in. “He says I blessed the farm with my presence,” you smile at Joel, giving him a sly wink that no one else sees.

It’s true, Joel was never a farmer, but he knows damn well that any cows who gave birth this spring were impregnated by bulls long before you ever even stepped foot in this valley. But if Hank wants to give the credit to you and act like you’re some kind of patron saint of cows, who is Joel to argue?

“I know that must be true,” Joel says, a sickly sweet smile plastered on his face. “You bless me with your presence every day.”

You punch his arm harder in response.

---

You’re both standing in the kitchen later that night doing your nightly routine of washing the dinner dishes together. Joel scrubs the plates and you rinse and dry them.

“That was pretty impressive what you did today,” Joel quietly says.

“Yeah, yeah,” you dismiss. “Those people eat up anything I say.”

“It impressed me too,” he admits.

“Oh yeah?” you say, a flirtatious lilt to your voice. You turn your body so you’re facing him. “Did it impress you when Isaac suggested it two weeks ago?”

His hands stop their scrubbing motion. “W- what?”

“Two weeks ago we met with Isaac to talk about increasing the patrols around the school and he mentioned they had a converted grocery store as a greenhouse back when he was in the Montreal Safe Zone. He said we should do somethin’ like that here.”

“He did?”

“See? Joel, you don’t listen to people,” you sigh, going back to facing the sink.

“Alright,” Joel draws out the word. “You had a win today, don’t get cocky.”

“You don’t even listen to me when I tell you to listen to people,” you huff.

“You think listenin’ can solve all my problems, smart-ass?”

“What problems do you have, Joel?” you mock, facing him again.

“Oh, you probably can help with this one, since you’re the Cow Queen,” he sneers, “but all the calves you personally helped create are gonna be drinkin’ up a good chunk of our milk.”

“Well you should supplement some of the missing supply with goat and sheep milk,” you immediately answer. “I know the farmers drink it and I bet they’d share what they could if the community as a whole was short on supply.”

Joel blinks. Why didn’t he think of that? “How-”

“I talked to Bianca, she’s still stayin’ out on that sheep farm. She doesn’t give it to the baby or anything, but the family drinks it and trades it with the neighboring farms.”

“Th- that was an easy one,” he lies. The very next thing that pops into Joel’s head is your collection of gifts from the families around the valley. Supplies are still short this year, but he doesn’t want to ruin your good day. “What if we still have food-supply issues this year?” He frames the question with delicacy. “Your greenhouse idea is great and all, but I don’t think it’s gonna help us ‘til next year. Got any ideas for right now?”

“I might have a suggestion,” you look down at your hands to avoid eye contact. “But you’re gonna think I’m being a bitch.”

“I would never think that,” he says sarcastically. You roll your eyes and when you don’t continue speaking he grabs your hands gently and teases, “C’mon baby, I thought you had all the answers.”

You shrug his hands off and you both chuckle at his words, knowing there’s no real malice behind them. It occurs to you that you’ve come a long way in the two months you’ve been back in town, both personally and in your relationship with Joel. You feel powerful and in-control. You feel like you belong here. It would probably surprise the old you to hear the sarcastic bickering you guys engage in all day and know that you’re not even remotely trying to murder each other. Well, mostly. 

It would definitely surprise the old you to see what Joel does next. His hand chucks your chin up to meet his eyes and he leans in to kiss you on the lips, just once, gently.

This move doesn’t surprise the new you, because this is a common occurrence. Somewhere along the way you just decided to stop denying yourself what you wanted and stop berating yourself for wanting it. You told yourself to either forgive him or move on from him, and since you couldn’t make yourself budge, you forgave. You decided you’d stop holding on to all the ways Joel hurt you and stop trying to hurt him back. Well, mostly. Of course, you still make him work for it and give him shit at every opportunity, but the two of you matching wits and butting heads is the best version of you there’s ever been.

Some days it feels good to let him wrap his arms around you on the couch and daydream away in his warm embrace while he reads to you. Some days it feels good to let him into your bed, kissing him until your lips are swollen and your chin is rubbed raw from his scruff. Some days it feels good to let him bend you over your desk and clamp his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet while he fucks you senseless. Those days feel really good, actually.

“Penny for your thoughts,” he says, bringing you back to the moment.

“Kerri’s running those restaurants buffet-style and cooking everything in big batches. I heard it creates waste that I think could be eliminated if they cooked everything to-order. It’d take longer to make the meals and it’d be more work in general, so staffing would need to increase, but I think it’d conserve supplies.”

“Why would I think that you were bein’ a bitch?”

“Because I’m criticizing Kerri,” you look away from him again. “And we all know-”

“What a bitch,” he jokes. You try to shove him back but he doesn’t even budge, grabbing your hips with both hands and pulling you into him. He kisses your face and nuzzles your cheek. “You clever little bitch,” he coos in your ear. He drags his lips along your neck, humming as his whiskers leave goosebumps in their wake. “How about this one, Sherlock,” he taunts, still whispering into your skin. “We’ve had guns and ammo going missin’ for months and we can’t figure out how people are getting in and out of the armory.”

“Dustin helps patrol the armory, right?” you ask, referencing Peter and Georgia’s eldest teen, the seventeen year-old boy with a floppy haircut and mischief in his eyes.

“Yeah…” Joel pulls back, studying your face, skeptical that you would have solved it that quickly.

“Right, Dustin lets a bunch of his friends steal guns and ammo and they do target practice up the mountain on the weekends.”

“H- How the fuck do you know that?” Joel drops his arms from you, stepping backwards against the counter.

“Cuz I caught them sneaking out one day,” you shrug.

Joel’s eyes go wide. “And you just let them go?”

“Why not? I wish I’d had target practice when I was their age, maybe I wouldn’t be such a terrible shot now.”

“It’s not safe up that mountain, what if they run into infected? What if they run into somethin’ worse?” He levels you with a look, not having to speak the thing you both know he’s talking about.

“Then I guess it’s a good thing I let them take the guns, isn’t it?”

A beat goes by in silence.

“You’re-”

“Are you gonna call me a bitch again?” you interrupt, hand held up in defense.

The quiet tension between you dissolves as a smile creeps onto his face.

“You’re so much better at this than I am,” he whispers. “Always thinkin’ ten steps ahead.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” you push playfully on his chest, his hands back at your waist. 

“No baby, flattery gets me everywhere,” he whispers against your neck.

---

Later that night your soft moans echo off the walls of the big bedroom, sheets and blankets chucked off the bed, it being a sweltering June evening. You’re stark naked on your back with Joel’s face between your thighs, too caught up in the pleasure of his tongue to be embarrassed by the sweat rolling off your body and soaking into the bed beneath you. His mouth is moving in a perfect rhythm, exactly the way he knows you like, bringing you closer with each stroke he makes across your clit.

He’s been at this for a while and coaxed several orgasms out of you already, knowing that with each subsequent one you get more sensitive and it becomes that much easier to push you towards the next. Which must be why he lets out a muffled laugh, unsurprised when it doesn’t take much more than the slow, steady swipes of his tongue and the vibrations of his groans moving against you to bring you toppling over your peak yet again.

He sits up, allowing the relief of an evening breeze to blow across your damp skin from the window. After a moment of recovery you slide off the bed in a liquid motion, sinking down onto the floor between Joel’s legs. He makes a passing comment about your knees on the hard floor but it’s slightly cooler down here, so you’re not going to complain. Any additional protest from Joel is silenced when you take his balls in one hand and his shaft in the other and envelop him in the hot, wet cavern of your mouth.

You tease him with slow, lazy swirls around the head with your tongue and then move up and down, taking him deeper with each pass but never as deep as you think he’d like. In response Joel bucks his hips slightly - and maybe this was the reaction you were expecting, perhaps even attempting to elicit - but you pull off him with a pop and shake your head, chastising his greedy, needy behavior. Ever since the incident in the cleaning closet you don’t let him take charge of his blow jobs. If you’re going to be on your knees for him, he needs to know you’re the one calling all the shots.

“Is that how we behave, Joel?”

He whimpers. “I’m sorry, baby.”

A needy, whiny Joel under your heel is certainly sexy in its own way. The authority he lends you, the strength within yourself, and the respect you’ve earned makes you feel so fucking sexy, so powerful. He’s a puddle in your hands and you’re completely overcome with desire. But that’s not your favorite Joel.

You kiss his leaking slit. “Fuck me like you’re sorry.”

He growls as he yanks you up onto his lap, immediately devouring your mouth with his. You taste yourself on his tongue and know he can taste himself on yours. The tangy flavors of your arousal, the salty sweat of your skin, losing yourselves in the aroma of sex that hangs heavy in the air. Joel stands up - brute strength carrying you with him - before turning to toss you back onto the bed.

He pulls your hips back so your legs are over the side of the bed, ass high in the air, thighs together, and feet resting on the floor. The top half of you is bent forwards onto the mattress as he slides his sweaty body along yours, letting you feel every inch of him. His heaving chest at your back, his hairy thighs against your ass, his solid cock along your dripping seam. He puts you up on your elbows so he can reach one hand around and palm your tits, moving back and forth between the two, plucking your nipples until you’re begging him for more.

In a smooth, practiced motion he enters you, his girth meeting little resistance thanks to his repeated ministrations creating plenty of lubrication. He thrusts forwards into you, grabbing onto your flesh with both hands, as you cant your hips back to meet him. He brings his face down to kiss at your shoulder, whispering filthy nothings into your ear and biting gently at a scar he left once, before your moans start to push him towards his own edge. You can feel him beginning to lose control.

This is your favorite Joel.

He pulls out and quickly turns you over, pushing your knees back towards your chest and thrusting his thick length back into you. The new angle at which he’s fucking you is euphoric, filling you in ways you never knew you needed. He always feels so good like this, fitting inside of you with perfect precision. Like you were made for each other. Your keening wails increase, not having enough sense in your head to care how your voice is carrying out the open window. 

“You want everyone to know you’re gettin’ fucked in here?” Joel chastises. 

“Maybe I do,” you babble.

Joel grabs your hair and pulls your head back a bit. “Then you better tell them whose dick you’re about to come on.”

“I didn’t catch your name.”

“You’re such a little fuckin’ brat, baby.” He sinks his teeth into your neck just enough to make you cry out and clench down on his cock but not enough to break the skin.

“Joellllll,” you cry.

“That’s fuckin’ right, you tell ‘em,” he growls. He grabs onto the meat of your hips as his pace increases, fucking into you harder and feeling your body tightening around him in response. “Maybe I’ll fuck a baby into you, help you remember my name.”

Your answering mewl is practically a scream as you throw your arm over your face, biting down in the crook of your elbow. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” you ramble.

“Don’t stop what,” Joel goads you. “Don’t stop fucking this perfect cunt or don’t stop talking about getting you knocked up?” You’re panting beneath him, right there on the edge. “Everyone would know who you belong to then, wouldn’t they?” Joel reaches up to pinch your nipples again as he roars "Mine," and he feels you clamp down on his cock, going silent.

His own hips stutter and his groans carry out the open window now, as he reaches his climax. Ropes of his come repeatedly cover your insides, both of you content in the knowledge that it’s not a time in your cycle when you would even have to concern yourself with what he’s been dirty-talking about. He places gentle kisses on your shoulders and chest as you both recover.

---

“I wanna move into the apartment above our office,” you say as you trace your fingernail on his chest.

“Why?” he quietly responds, his eyes on the top of your head, which is resting on his shoulder.

“Because, we don’t need this much space.”

“Oh,” he tries to hide his relief. “I’m movin’ with you?”

You tilt your head to look at his face. Even at this late hour the moon is reflecting enough light that he can see your features clearly. 

“You gonna live here without me?” you ask, the answer obvious.

“No.”

“Then I guess you’re movin’ with me,” you go back to watching your finger tracing your circles.

“Sure, baby,” Joel hums. “Whatever you want.”

His constant mantra, not just in word but in deed. He gives you anything you ask for, even if it hurts, he gives it. And whatever you take from him you give him back tenfold, because you know exactly what you’re doing. Even when he doesn’t, even when he can’t see what you see. Because you’re so fucking good at this. You continue talking, tracing soft shapes along his skin.

“Tess can move back in, she’ll have more room to help people here. Plus, Bianca wants to come back into town and Tess can baby-proof, and then Bianca and the baby can move in too.”

“Okay, baby.”

“And I want a town council to help manage the issues instead of everyone comin’ to us all day,” you jump topics, everything in your mind firing all the time. “And not just a bunch of your buddies, either. This town is 64% women and they deserve representation. So Tess, obviously, but I think Sasha too.”

“Okay, baby.”

A long beat passes. Your fingers have stilled. He thinks you might have fallen asleep.

“Joel?” you whisper.

“Hm?”

“You weren’t serious about that baby thing, were you? That was just horny ramblings, right?”

“Sure, baby. Whatever you want.”

🖤

NEXT (EPILOGUE)

Thank you Bug & Beef. You are my godesses. I love you. Thank you for putting up with me and all my whining (and thirsting) over CJ. xoxoxoxo

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[dark-frosted-heart]

Ikepri 4th anniversary The Chara Cafe collab menu

Menu items under cut

FOOD

Keith: Twice as delicious! Fruit salad

- Contains: salad mix, mango, mozzarella cheese, cherry tomato, strawberry, caesar dressing, radicchio, cured ham, lemon dressing

Licht and Nokto: Spaghetti napolitan with carrots for the twins to conquer their least favorite food

- Contains: pasta (spaghetti), onion, napolitan sauce, bell pepper, sausage, carrot

Azel: Butter chicken ~with god's protection~

- Contains: saffron rice, caesar dressing, chicken, parsley, cherry tomatoes, cheese, salad mix, butter chicken

Chevalier: Undisputed champion's omurice oozing with elegance

- Contains: omurice, bacon, bechamel sauce, parsley, spinach

Clavis special!: Rabbit cake that looks exactly like my lovely accomplice ~ Love's Proposition (Curse of Love) version. Decorated with clay figures ~

- Contains: roll cake, edible paper, mint, strawberry whipped cream, blueberry sauce, cake pick, milk, mixed berries, chocolate candy (biscuit?), silver dragee

Kagari: Perfect dorayaki plate for princess

- Contains: dorayaki, sakura condensed milk, whipped cream, vanilla ice cream, strawberry, chervil, strawberry sauce, mixed berries, feuilletine

Gilbert: Trampling beast’s cheesecake plate ~ I’ll go “ahh” for you ~

- Contains: no-bake cheesecake, ganache squares, cocoa cookie, chervil, whipped cream, edible gold, blueberry sauce

Rio: I'll go "ahh" for you! Adoring doggy's orange parfait

- Contains: orange jelly, vanilla ice cream, granola, dried orange, whipped cream, mint, orange sauce

DRINKS

Leon: King of the beasts' red drink

- Contains: wildberry syrup, mixed berries, watermelon juice, rose petals

Yves: Tsundere cat's lemon drink

- Contains: pink lemonade syrup, whipped cream, lactic acid drink, gummy

Jin: Naughty adult's coffee float with candy

- Contains: black coffee, gomme syrup, vanilla ice cream, candy, mint

Matias: I want to warm your body and heart...let's look the window at the snowy landscape while drinking milk tea together

- Contains: black sugar syrup, whipped cream, milk tea, silver dragee

Sariel: The devil is always watching violet drink

- Contains: violet syrup, whipped cream, violet jelly, monaka wafer, muscat-flavored water

Luke: Mr. Bear's special honey sangria

- white grape juice, orange slice, honey lemon juice, mixed berries, mint, honey

Silvio: Tyrant's jangling ocean float

- blue raspberry syrup, ramune ice cream, cider, edible gold

[yanderecookierunkingdom]

The Final Sunset

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You entered the quarantine area with a heavy sigh and a weight on your shoulders. You shrugged off your cloak and placed it upon the coat rack. You did the same with your lantern, blowing out the flame inside before you did.

Brushing off whatever snow made its way onto you, you walked deeper into the building, the warmth of the building familiar yet oh-so foreign. Walking deeper and deeper into the building, you were soon greeted by Chili Pepper Cookie, who was tossing one of her daggers up and down. She had a look of anger, maybe even resentment on her face as she gazed through the window.

"Chili Pepper Cookie?" You called out, voice soft.

"Reader Cookie!" She stumbled a bit before grabbing her dagger. She sighed and put it away. "C'mon, don't do that. Really scared me there."

"Sorry," you apologized with a gentle smile. You then walked next to her and peered into the window. "..you okay?"

Chili Pepper Cookie paused before she looked away. Her shoulders trembled. ".. it's my fault. I should have been watching him."

Your gaze softened as you walked over and placed a hand on her shoulder. "We don't know if he's infected just yet."

"He could be."

".. I know," you relented with a frown. You gave her a quick hug to reassure her before pulling away and grabbing some gloves. You slipped them on before putting on a tight coat, followed by a mask.

"It's really snowing hard out there," Chili Pepper Cookie muttered as looked towards the entrance.

"It is." You nodded in agreement, approaching an iron door. "At least it wasn't snowing when this all started."

After a nod of both agreement and confirmation from Chili Pepper Cookie, you flicked the lever beside you, and you walked in.

The door hissed shut once closed, and you exhaled slowly. You approached the young Cookie on the bed first. "Hey, Pancake Cookie!" You smiled at him. "How're you feeling?"

"Hi!" He chirped, looking up at you with a wide smile. "I'm kinda hungry, do you have any Acorn Jellies?"

"None at the moment, but I'll try and get you some." You hope he can't sense the melancholy in your voice. "So, Pure Vanilla Cookie told me you were feeling a lot more cold than everyone else."

"Yeah, I dunno why." Pancake Cookie looked down as he kicked his feet. "All the snow was hitting me and I felt like I was an ice cube!"

Your expression softened. "How do you feel right now?"

"Still kinda cold, but not as cold as before!" He shook his head.

"Okay, that's good. I'll see if I can get you some blankets."

You gently patted his head before walking to the next door. You pushed it open and your expression fell, seeing Black Raisin Cookie pacing.

Her worried gazed fell upon you, and you could only look at her assuringly. "You did the right thing," you told her as the iron door behind you hissed shut.

"I know." Black Raisin Cookie looked down. She clenched her hand to a fist. "I just wish I had been faster. If I had been.."

"Black Raisin Cookie," you gently cut her off as you walked closer. You placed a gloved hand on her shoulder, and her tired eyes met yours. "The fact that you managed to bring Pancake Cookie here even with those Frost Cookies chasing you is more than enough." You smiled behind the mask. "Just focus on the now, okay?"

As the other Cookie nodded, you pulled your hand away. "Now, how are you feeling?"

"Tired," she admitted, rubbing her face. "It also feels like I may have gotten frostbite.."

You frowned from that and you held out a gloved hand. She placed her bandaged hand in yours, and you looked over her hand. She wasn't wrong, her fingertips were a bit red. Scars marked them as well, and you narrowed your eyes a bit.

"I'll mention this to Pure Vanilla Cookie," you told her, wrapping her hand back up. You looked her up and down before your eyes caught a scar on her cheek. You reached out and gently brushed a finger over it. "How did this..?"

"A branch scratched me." Black Raisin Cookie shook her head, doing her best to quell your worries. "The Frost Cookie didn't get me, and it's jam didn't get in me either."

You paused to consider her words before you relented. You moved away from her and gently cupped her cheek. "Do you remember what it looked like? The infected?"

"It.. didn't look like a Cookie." Black Raisin Cookie stepped away and began to pace again. "It had cake hound legs, but a snow lion tail.. it just.." She shook her head. "All I know is that.. it was an infected, and it was a terrifying hunter."

You nodded softly.

You learned nothing more, so you said goodbye to Black Raisin Cookie after informing her that her crows were doing fine. It was only her and Pancake Cookie that were showing signs of the Frost, after being ambushed by an infected.

Walking through the sterile halls, you thought back to when Black Raisin Cookie and Pancake Cookie returned. Chili Pepper Cookie had lost sight of the young Cookie, though it wasn't her fault. She was stressed, everyone was. The younger Cookie had thought he saw some acorn jellies off in the forest, and he had rushed off towards it.

It, of course, wasn't.

Black Raisin Cookie had luckily found him, just before an infected had found them. It still made you shudder, how Caramel Arrow Cookie and Pastry Cookie came rushing in, supporting Black Raisin Cookie as best they could.

Ah, you should probably check on them, now that you think of it..

As you stepped back out to the common area, you spotted Pure Vanilla Cookie discussing with Chili Pepper Cookie. His staff caught sight of you first, and soon the Ancient's head turned to look at you. "Oh, you are here, thank goodness.."

"What's wrong?" You asked as you took off the mask, setting it aside as you then slipped off your gloves.

"The acorn jellies, they're.. they're freezing over more and more," he informed you as he clutched his staff. "My spells are doing nothing, and no fire is able to melt them. It's like someone is.. deliberately freezing them over."

"We don't know that." You shook your head. "It's a fair chance that the cold is just freezing them over. I'll come with you."

As you followed him out of the building once slipping on your cloak and grabbing your lantern, you couldn't help but have a bad feeling brewing. You tried to push it away, merely saying that it was due to everything that had happened.

But still..

* This choice will affect your future. Decide what will help you gather more information on the Frost.

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mention - Infected!Arsenic Cookie (Arsenic Anon)

[yappaccinocookie]

"would you still love me if I was a jelly worm?" shenanigans.

ft. several cookies!

"How would that even happen?" — uses logic to deflate your silly question, it would take long to get an answer out of them because every time you answer their question they will ask more.

Espresso, Black Pearl, Chili Pepper, Dark Choco, Prune Juice, Seafairy, White Lily

"Stop being ridiculous." — party poopers. would definitely say no, don't take it to heart though. they don't hate you, they hate jelly worms.

Black Pearl, Frost Queen, Affogato, Licorice, Pomegranate, Chili Pepper.

"Of course, I'd love you either way." — sweet hearts. even though this question is a joke, they would answer seriously. this cookie would ramble about how cute and tiny you would be, and how they would make you a small little worm house. they're just so inlove huhuhu.

Pure Vanilla, Parfait, Herb, Moonlight, White Lily.

[tamapalace]

Capcom Cafe Details Tamagotchi Menu Items

The collaboration between Tamagotchi and Capcom is almost here, starting on Friday, September 20th 2024, through Thursday, October 24th, 2024. The collaboration not only had exclusive merchandise, but also an exclusive collaboration menu! The menu items are so cute and all Tamagotchi themed.

"Mametchi's omelet rice plate" 1,980 yen (tax included) It is an omelet rice plate with the motif of Mametchi. There is plenty of turmeric rice in the fluffy futon.

"Memetchi's Pancakes" 1,650 yen (tax included) It is a pancake with the motif of Memechi. Please enjoy it with lemon sauce, tangerines, frozen pineapple dice and citrus sauce.

"Mimichi's Neapolitan" 1,980 yen (tax included) It is a Neapolitan with the motif of Mimichi. It is a nostalgic royal Neapolitan with thick noodles, onions, peppers, bacon and sausages.

"Ichigochi no Ichigo Ruku" 880 yen (tax included) It is a drink with the image of Ichigochi. It's a cute cup that looks like a shortcake.

"Gozarutchi's Iced Coffee" 880 yen (tax included) It is a drink with the image of Gozarutchi. Coffee jelly, whipped, and shuriken cookies are also topped, so you can enjoy it with a sweet feeling.

"Furawatchi's Hot Tea" 880 yen (tax included) It is a drink with the image of Furawatchi. Perfect for tea time. It is a brightly colored cup that also uses edible flowers.

There's a kids menu too. "Kuchipatchi children's lunch" (1,980 yen including tax), "Ichigotchi and Furawatchi sandwich cake" (1,650 yen including tax), and "Ringotchi's Pudding Ala Mode" (1,650 yen tax).

For those who order an original drink, you’l get your hands on a coaster! There are a total of eight designs, so be sure to visit again!

[aurumacadicus]

Absolutely astounding. Blew the minds of a bunch of twelve-year-olds because they asked what I usually eat for breakfast (their options that day were cereal, bagels with cream cheese/grape jelly, or "breakfast rounds" which are, in fact, baked oatmeal stop telling me this isn't a cookie it's a fucking cookie it's ROUND). I mentioned it depends on my mood, but right now I'm going through my avocado toast phase. Everyone laughed because haha look at the Millennial only a Millennial could like boring avocado toast it doesn't even taste like anything.

Me: ...It tastes like whatever seasoning you use.

Students: :0 Seasoning?

Me: ..................Yeah? I season the avocado.

Students: What :0

Me: Today I didn't want to eat at all so I just seasoned it with salt and pepper? But most days I make a quick guacamole. Are you guys just... eating it straight out of the skin? No salt even?

Students: Seasoning... :0

[winter-rp-memes]

Food preferences meme

🌭 - Hotdogs! Do they eat hotdogs at all? Do they use a lot of contiments? Toppings? Or just plain?

🌽 - CORN! Do they eat a lot of corn? Do they ever eat it by itself? Have they ever tried corn on a cobb? They put any butter or pepper on their corn?

🍿 - Popcorn! Do they have butter on their popcorn? Extra salty? Do they get any of the colored popcorn at movie theaters or just the usual stuff?

🍕 - Pizza! How many toppings? Which toppings? All the toppings? Stuffed, thin or regular crust?

🍔 - Burger! Do they prefer them on a charcoal or propane grill? No preference? How do they stack their burgers? What type of bun do they use?

🥪 - Sandwiches! What's their usual go to when it comes to a sandwich? PB&J? BLT? Ham and Cheese? Do they still cut the crust off their sandwiches? Preference on sandwich bread?

🥗 - Salads! Do they eat their greens? What vegetables do they like? Favorite salad dressing? Do they usually have a lot of crackers and cheese on their salad?

🧀 - Cheese! What kind of cheese do they like or consider their favorite? Are they the type of person that will put cheese on almost anything or do they use it sparingly?

🍳 - Breakfast! Do they have a big or very light breakfast? What's their go to breakfast food? Do they eat breakfast at all?

🥧 - Pie! Do they like pie or have a favorite type of pie? Do they prefer cake instead?

🥣 - Soup! Do they have any soups they like? Do they make it from scratch or just get canned soup? Is it something they commonly eat or is it reserved for a sick day?

🍚 - Rice! How do they season their rice? Do they eat rice by themselves or do they combine it with something?

🌯 - Fast food! Do they eat fast food often? What's their favorite place to do? Do they settle for something greesy or are they very picky about where they eat out at?

🌶 - Spice! How well do they handle spicy food? Do they usually put hot sauce on lots of their food? Or do they avoid it at all cost?

🍦- Ice cream! What's their favorite flavor? Do they get any toppings? Syrup? Whip cream? Do they prefer it in a cone or in a cup? Do they eat on warm days only or on cold days too?

🍧- Shaved Ice! Have they ever had it? What flavor would you get? Does ice hurt their teeth? Do they have to wait until it melts and it's more of a slush?

🍩- Doughnuts! Do they get a plain glazed? Icing? Jelly filled? Settle for Doughnut holes? Or do they want powdered sugar?

🍤 - Seafood! Do they have a favorite type of seafood? Like seafood at all? Have they had any bad experiences with seafood in the past?

🥩 - Meat! Do they eat meat? Are they picky about how it's cooked, where it comes from, and how to eat it? Do they prefer red or white meat?

☕️ - Coffee! Do they like it black? With lots of sugar and cream? Do they drink a lot of it or only in small amounts?

🫖- Tea! Do they have a favorite type? Do they drink any herbal tea for health benefits? Do they drink it warm or cold?

🍫- Chocolate! Do they have a favorite? Do they like dark chocolate or prefer it be as impossibly sweet as possible? Do they settle for low end stuff or get the expensive brands?

🍪- Cookies! Favorite type of cookie? Do they eat cookies a lot or just on occasion?

🥃 - Alcohol! The stronger the better or do they have a low tolerance for those type of thing? Do they drink alcohol by itself or do they commonly have it with a meal?

[lord-amaranth-12]

(Almost) every food/drink etc. mentioned in obey me nightbringer and shall we date

Notes:

I'll update with links to the sources soon just bare with me. Also please tell if the link arent working

Update: ill stop linking stuff for now

Update: i alphabetized everything (using https://onlinetoolz.net/alphabetical-order) and removed the ingredients for potions cause i will be moving it to another list. I also edited the layout abit to make it more readable

Update: ill start linking stuff now, have to get all out of my storage and posted here before i get full storage again

A

• Abyss crimson bee honey

• Abyss crimson wasp honey

• Alla death cream

• Artic butterfly scales

• Ash fall chocolate brownies

• Assam

B

• Backstabbing sandwich

• Barely cooked black tapir steak

• Bat leaves

• Bavarian cream

• Bell peppers

• Black cloud chocolate gâteau

• Black coffee of melancholy

• Black shark flavored gummies

• Black tapir casserole

• Bloody marmalade

• Bloody rice omelets

• Bloody soda

• blood-red velvet cupcakes

• BLT devil sandwich

• Blue rose crystal pickles

• Blue rose petals candied in crystal syrup

• Bufo egg milk tea

• Bufo egg milk tea hell poison honey flavored

• Bufo toad

• Bufo toad sushi

• Bulbul bird eggs

• Butter pancakes

C

• Castella

• Cat cookies

• Colossal jumbo surprise parfait

• Comfort candy

• Crazy ghoul hamburger

• Crimson bonito flake

• Crimson bonito flake dressing

• Crimson dogwood

• Crimson tea

• Crispy chicken nugget LXXXIII

• Crushed millefeuille

D

• Dark star fruit sandwich

• Death maggot sauce

• Death mask bat chips

• Deaths door sauce

• Deep-fried devil zebra skewers

• Demi-glace sause

• Demon salmon

• Demonic Sausage

• demon silk moth-flavored gummies

• Demonkiller remora

• Demonkiller remora sauté

• Demonus-infused chocolate

• Demon-luring seaweed salt kalbi chips

• Devil cabbage

• Devil cacao bean

• Devil canelé

• Devil chocolate

• Devil chocolate canelé

• Devil duck confit

• Devil flower fruit trifle

• Devil ham

• Devil lohas milk tea

• Devil moray sushi

• Devil salmon meunière sandwiches

• Devil salmon rolled sushi

• Devil salmon terrine

• Devil zebra bacon

• Devil zebra meat sushi

• Devilbee popcorn

• Devildom gummy Horror house flavored

• Devildom-style boneless pararucu

• Devildom-style vampire bat sandwich

• Devils soft serve

• Dragons mark pie crust

• Dreamfeather cookies

• Dreamfeather meringue cookies

• Dried bufo egg

E

• Earl grey cookies

• Eternal night herbal tea

F

• Family pack sushi

• Fish meunière

• flaming hot mushrooms

• Flaming toad

• Fluffy egg pancakes

• Fluorescent rich yogurt

• fried devil chicken

• Fruit of wisdom jelly

G

• Galaxy burger

• Galaxy fries

• Garlic anchovy dip

• Giant shadow sea cucumber cream pasta

• Glazed Shadow chestnut

• gold demonus

• Gold hellfire newt syrup

• grilled vampire bat

H

• Hamburger gummies

• Hamburger stake

• Hamburger steak

• Haunted hamburgers

• Havoc devil

• Havoc devil ribs

• Hawthorn berry powder

• Hell demon salmon

• Hell pudding

• Hell velvet parfait

• Hellfire chocolate pie

• hellfire curry rice

• Hellfire mushroom rooled cigar

• Hellfire mushrooms

• Hellfire rose

• Hells kitchen hamburger combo

• Heros herbal tea

• Horror's horror cheesecake

• Hunter sandwich

I

• Instant noodles (hell-sauce flavor)

J

• Juicy shadow hog rice bowl

K

• King-sized fried devil chicken

• King-sized hellfire curry rice

• King-sized poison bleu cheese hamburger

• King-sized shadow hog ramen

L

• Laughingshroom powder

• Little devils white sauce

M

• Madam scream's super sweet scones

• Magma butter

• Magma butter pasta

• Magma butter scone

• Mandragora powder

• Marinated bufo toad

• Melted cheese

• Mimic latte

• Mint chocolate chip

• Mont blanc

N

• Nightshade cream

O

• Ocean of cloud cake-parfait

• Ocean of Clouds cake

• Ordeal orange fondae

P

• paradise blue

• Pasta alla death cream

• Pickled vampire bat

• poison bleu cheese hamburger

• Poison strawberry

• Poison veggie juice box

• Poison viper worm al ajiilo

• Poison worm sauce

• Poisonous cheese burgers

• Poisonous cheesecake

• Poisonous marsh pudding

• Princess poison apple

• Promised glory donut (?)

• Purgatory mustard

Q

• Quattro Hungry Pizza

• Quetzalcoatl brains

• Quetzalcoatl brains soup

R

• Rainbow paw print chocolate

• Red riding hood sandwich

• RedxRed apple pie

• Region exclusive Devildom gummy

• RIP burger

• Ruby chocolate éclair

S

• Sabbat salad

• Salted hell rose petals

• Salt-grilled black goat bat

• Scorpion syrup

• Shadow caramel

• Shadow chestnut

• Shadow chestnut paste

• Shadow chocolate

• Shadow chocolate brownies

• Shadow hof stir fry in demi-glance sauce

• Shadow hog

• Shadow hog buns

• Shadow hog dumplings

• shadow hog ramen

• Shadow hog soup

• Shadow hog steamed bun

• Shadow hog stir fry

• Shadow pork ragu pasta

• Shadow tuna sashimi

• Silver birch sap

• Simeons special BLT devil sandwiches

• Siren bench caviar

• Smoked cocktraice glizzard

• Smoky black loco moco

• Spicy rainbow pizza

• spiderweb powder

• Sponge cake

• Stardust soda

• Starry-sky waffle

• Stonefish Meunière

• Strawberry shortcake

• Super-sized limited-edition beef

• Sweet and salty canned kraken assortment

• Sweet milk tea

• Sweet tears donut

T

• thick-cut giant devildom slug sauté

• Thunder sparkle flavored gummies

• Toe bean stamp salad

• Troll coffee

U

• Ultra D

• Unhappy Mega Combo

V

• Vampire bat

• Venti brashberry frappuccino with double whipped cream and extra berry powder

W

• Whole roast shadow hog

• Wicked cupcake

X

Y

Z

Not in devildom

A

B

C

• Camping meal (Witch camp)

• Cursed goat cheese tartar sandwich (TSL)

D

E

• Ema datshi (human world)

F

G

• Ginger ale (human world)

H

• Hamburger (mama's cooking) (levis animes)

• Herbal tea (celestial realm)

• Huckleberry (human world)

• Hyper chili dog (human world)

I

J

• Japanese giant salamander (human world)

K

L

M

• Mapo tofu (human world)

N

O

P

Q

R

S

T

• Tornado tomato (human world)

U

V

W

• White mochi balls in syrup (march comes in like a Panda)

X

Y

Z

Unnamed

A

B

• Barbatos's homemade cake

• Barbatos's homemade pudding

C

• Celestial tea

D

• Demon lords castle edition premium demonus

• Demonus with scorpion syrup and spiderweb powder

• Devilcats favorite food

E

F

G

H

I

J

K

L

• Leviathans homemade granola

• Lobster

M

• marshmallow

• Moryo Town's special demonus

• multi colored Jelly

N

O

P

• Popcorn Deaths door flavored

• Popcorn lava salt flavored

• Popcorn magma butter flavored

• Popcorn Tree sap caramel flavored

• Pudding from devilmart

Q

R

• Ramen infernal bahamit flavor

• Rare flower used in baking as a sweetener

• Really big chocolate bar

• Really big chocolate coin

S

• Salad from Sound Off, Symphony! Summer band camp storyline

• Sheep cake

• Star-shaped chocolate

• Sun and moon cookies by simeon

T

I

V

W

X

Y

Z

Characters

• "Little cake thingies"

???

• Chocolate mold

• Devildom miso

• Egg berry whole mil

• Marinated bufo toad

• Marzipan

• Meunièr

• Newt

• Surströmming