#spoiled food tw

[limpfisted]

I think wyll can't cook. Hes like im an expert on the grill. But hes twenty four/five and has lived either in a mansion getting all his fancy meals cooked for him OR on the road and in literal hell. I know wyll burns that thing nine times out of ten and says it adds flavor. Its rustic. It's charming. U know it's not raw, so it's safe. U want salmonella go get gale to cook for you. This is perfectly crispy. It would taste better if you didn't get the meat and cheese from a barrel u found with moldy carrots in it. Maybe u should try actually buying from a reputable vendor instead of picking up ur produce in a cave filled with murderers. Drink more ale/wine. Makes it taste better. Pairs beautifully.

He bites into the food, which he is used to, bc he has had to cook for himself for eight years now. And he's like. Oh no. I want gales food. (And conversely, he's thinking about how much he loves being a part of a band of heroes instead of being solo. As other people bring skills to the table. Do u see what I did there)

[veinsfullofstars]

💝 MetaDede Week 2024 Day 3: Gifts 💝

(ID: Kirby series fanart of King Dedede and Meta Knight giving each other a gift. Top - the boys sitting side-by-side, MK looking up with a pleased smile behind his mask as DDD excitedly flips through a green leather-bound book the knight has given him, the spine titled “Fight the Stars!” and an arrow pointing to it that says “book of famous intergalactic wrestlers.” Bottom - the boys seated at a table, a chocolate parfait in a large handled glass between them, the treat layered with fudge, mousse, and ice cream, topped with brownie bites, edible silver pearls, and a fanned wedge of chocolate emblazoned with MK’s mask. MK, delighted by the gift, leans forward with wide eyes and spread wings, practically leaping onto the table in his eagerness to dig in, while DDD reclines with his elbow propped up and his head resting in his hand, gazing at the knight with a soft smile. END ID.)

Parfait inspired by various MK-themed desserts from the Kirby Café.

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Started 08/11/24, finished 08/16/24.

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dinner for one

[bonestrewncrest]

i like to imagine nakyalag makes his appearances through unconventional means just because he thinks its funny. he will never manifest before you in a bright, glorious beam of light. his presence can be predicted by puddles of water or other fluids coagulating around the site, or a sudden strong smell of sulfur and stagnant water. food around his presence rots quickly, mold and fungi spring up from his steps, and fluid he manifests from remains coagulated and brown long after he leaves.

if there isnt any fluid around he isnt opposed to crawling out of the ground, tearing out of a rotten log, being regurgitated by someone in the vicinity in the form of a large worm, but catch him dead before he makes a boring appearance

[writerfrog]

Male Yandere Demon OC - First Meeting

The first time, Abraxas (Demon OC) meets his goblin darling (gn reader no usage of y/n). TW: Mentions of torture, such as being starved (and given rotten food and bloody meat), bound in chains and cut with sharp items, description of extreme injuries including wounds reopening (all done to OC by third party, a cult, not between yandere and darling) descriptions of pain as well as curse words. Angst. No yandere stuff yet.

Taking in a deep gasp, he found himself waking up from another night of a nightmare that is soon forgotten as Abraxas looks around at his living nightmare. He lets out a sigh, wincing as he can feel the metal around his wrists and neck from the inscribed holy magic on the chains that kept him connected to the cave wall digging into his skin from how tightly it was placed upon him.

"At least I didn't have my wings out when these fuckers summoned me," he grumbled under his breath, throat still stinging from his screaming from just a few hours ago. Abraxas hissing, still feeling the pain of the dagger used upon his skin, trying to at least sit up after his brief sleep upon the cold wet cave floor that is his prison. He could feel a few scars reopening, the cloaked mages that summoned him hasn't bothered to even wrapping the injuries, much do anything to make sure his wounds would heal properly. The loud growl of his stomach and the sharp pains reminds the blue haired demon that it had been days (or was it weeks? He hasn't been able to keep track of time) since a cult member has given him food or checked on him (he refuses to count those days the head mage of the group would cut into his skin to take some of his blood as "checking in on"). Pushing the greasy curls from his face (how he misses being able to clean, the sounds of the rain outside the cave seem to taunt him from any chance of cleaning or even drinking the fresh rain) he looks around the cold dimly lit cave for anything one of the mages might have left for him when he was passed out resting. The scent of copper hits his nose, and with a grimace, Abraxas's bright yellow eyes turn to the source of the stench, before gagging a bit as he sees the slab of bloody meat, not even cleaned or cooked. He could still see the fur of whatever creature it once was. Though he had shed a lot of blood over the centuries of him forming contracts with many beings, it didn't mean the demon was the type to eat raw meat, much less bloodied meat. Yet these bastards keep serving him these things. It wasn't even on a plate, instead the blood dripping from the slab of meat was being soaked up by the dirty floor of the cave, gathering dirt, rocks, and Hells knows what else? The only thing paired with the blood meat was a piece of bread that had a familiar fuzzy look to it as many of the foods, that weren't meat, he has been given had looked. Still, the sharp pains in his stomach reminds him that he needs something to fill him, that the demon needs to suck it up as he's done before whenever he was fed. The aches of his body is ignored as he reaches towards the food, pulling it closer to him. Abraxas takes a few breathes, trying to ready himself to consume another stomach churning meal, when he hears the sounds of footsteps, smaller, lighter compared to the mages who's footsteps he has memorized after the first week of his entrapment. Before Abraxas could do anything, he sees a pair of eyes staring at him from the tunnel that lead to the entrance of the cave. With those eyes (eyes he can't help but be enchanted by) is a face, attached to a body, the body of the being who had entered. The being, too short to be a orc or elf. Too short to be part of the human mages that kept him trapped, too short to even be a dwarf. Rather...a goblin? Before he could speak to scare off this being, they begin to take off their wet cloak and the backpack (that was bigger than the goblin's own body), the goblin begin to set up a small tent, just a few feet away from Abraxas. Not even looking nor speaking to Abraxas, the goblin begins to gather up some rocks in the cave, pulling out some dry sticks they kept in their bag, starting up a fire. The light from the fire brings a comforting glow to the cave, though Abraxas has to close his eyes from it. As he blinks and attempts to try and figure out what the goblin is doing, he smells the mouthwatering scent of fish. Turning to look at the goblin, he sees as the goblin cooking two fishes on sticks over the campfire. Before long, the fishes quickly cook, the scent making Abraxas' stomach grumble loudly, the demon turning his head away embarrassed of how far a powerful demon like him had fallen and how desperate he feels now. He turns his head once more when he feels a gentle tug on the dirty fabric of his pants, looking down at the goblin as they hold out one of the fish for him. "For you," they say.

[luc1ferian]

What if we both went on a date to my kitchen and killed all of the fruit flies that have infested. What if we laughed as we clapped over the bodies of small, helpless yet mindless creatures that have invaded my home in a desperate attempt to survive and reproduce. What if you find and scratch a fly right again the refrigerator and I get two at once. What if we find a motherload of bug surrounding the fruit bowl and collect so many bodies. What if we set up bowls of apple cider vinegar traps together. What if we danced to music as we twirl and clap around the room. What if we held our hands between a bug and crush it swiftly and almost mercifully to death, then carefully rub its innards off of each others palms. What then.

[strawberry-meltdown]

ok but why does the feeling of hunger genuinely feel nice sometimes. like the hunger pains feels cozy and nice somehow

[cerealbishh]

"Hey. It- It's your birthday?"

"Yeah."

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Guess I've been focused on other things today."

[gierosajie]

I need all those rich parasites to die horrible horrible deaths upon a thousand blazing suns, preferably lost in the vastness of space and never to reach a single soul

[soapspit]

pov: it's hard to eat .

[tj-crochets]

Hey y’all! I have another kind of weird question for you. I’m weirdly feeling kind of homesick for like fast food chains from the west coast that aren’t on the east coast, and I’m especially missing being able to get decent like meat-and-rice bowls from a variety of places East coast/southern US people, do you have any recommendations for good chain restaurants* that are not available in California? (for people who weren’t here for my “oh no I’m moving how do I handle cold” posts, I moved from California to Tennessee last year) It does not have to be places with rice bowls, that’s just the main thing I’m missing. Well, that and good burritos?  *I do eat at small local places when I can, but I have uncommon allergies and it’s frequently easier for me to get an accurate ingredients list from a chain restaurant because they have a customer service division. Also it’s hard to get recommendations for local places without specifying exactly where I am lol

[lupismaris]

I will say there is a gift in being so enamored with the simplest meals. Egg yolks have 16% of the daily dose of iodine apparently so I've been denied a hot fried breakfast for the last month. I've always been one for simple farmers breakfasts but for the moment they're even more precious. God I'm a sap.

[looselipssinkships-x]

I successfully ignored how reliant i was on the bakery i worked at for like, my main caloric intake for the day, and now I'm having to relearn how to feed myself in a brand new city and it sucks

[parasitic-saint]

Ate the most yucky disgusting mango so far in my life but at least it made a pretty sweet smoothie :3

[bitchapalooza]

Y’all she jumped up here and snuggled up to me, aaaawwwwww she ain’t getting my dinner tho <3

[viciouslyfilthy]

Versy absolutely ADORES attending witches' feasts, he comes across all kinds of foods there and he loves sampling anything he finds new to him.

Also in some cases, witches/warlocks that are into him will sometimes want to flirtatiously feed him, brush his hair and praise him while at these feasts, inflating his ego further. Needless to say he always brings these folks the best gifts each time they meet.