#this is about malt chocolate candies

[average-hua-cheng-fan]

in terms of cancelled food idk, but i would very much like them to start selling maltesers in the US because whoppers fucking suck

[ronearoundblindly]

Ro! I’ve been on a mint chocolate chip ice cream kick lately, and it makes me wish I could share a pint with a babe (that’s also probably very much the pre period hormones, but anywayyy) which ice cream flavor do you think you would associate with each of the babes? Their favorite flavor and/or personality trait-wise.

Mint chip is my favorite, too! \o/ I don't get to eat ice cream much, but this was interesting to think about. I will try not to project onto the babes, though, only their pure likes maybe...

Oh snap! I can use the banner again!!! (All characters I've ever written for below.)

James Mace - Neapolitan

When this guy indulges (very rarely), he can't decide on just one flavor, so the easiest thing to do is get multiples. If he can go to a shop where you order by the scoop, he'll ask whoever is behind the counter what the popular or new or their faves are and try three of those. Mace, I believe, can pack away some ice cream.

Curtis Everett - Birthday Cake or Cotton Candy

The sickliest sweet things are a delight to Curtis. He's never gotten over how bland and boring and miserable the food of his childhood was. He goes nuts for sugar overload, but in intensity of taste, not in volume.

Jimmy Dobyne - Peach

Fruity, refreshing, creamy, and just screaming to add a dirty joke onto the end of it, Jimmy will use any excuse to sneak a double-entendre into polite conversation with a pretty lady. "Your peaches taste the sweetest..." Yeah, dessert is more about flirting than it is about eating. Ice cream is nice in the heat, however, so it's a great date option.

Johnny Storm - Cookies & Cream

With extra cookie crumbles and caramel sauce on top, he'll demand. Sprinkles, too, if you have it. Maybe some gummy worms or cereal. At least, like, five cherries. Oh! Also preferred that it be hard frozen when he starts eating so that it's not soup halfway through his rapid eating of it. The sensation of eating ice cream gets lost when he can barely tell it's cold.

Jake Jensen - Black Raspberry Chocolate Chip

This flavor has everything (and yeah, ok, I am projecting a bit on this one, whatever). Jake likes a whole lot of flavors and textures; he's actually not picky at all. He does enjoy ~the hunt~ for this rarer find in all his travels because raspberry is a popular flavor--it's often a sorbet though--but it's not the most popular of the berry options. He also will try all of the crazy niche flavors at hole-in-the-wall places. Conversely, it is easier to work while not holding a bowl or cone, so Jake loves a good milkshake or malt. Those he can sucked down like air.

Lloyd Hansen - Mint Chocolate Chip

My theory is this man is obsessed with fresh: fresh food, fresh sheets, fresh intel, fresh meat. Bet you his lip balm is always, only mint, too. Very classic. Very pristine. Fresh. Sweetness with a purpose.

Ari Levinson - Butter Pecan

Fine, I'm projecting again, idec, but you can't tell me Ari isn't this kind of old soul who loves not-overly-sugary treats! You cannot change my mind. That guy loves the crunch of candied pecans in there, he freaking lives for that rounded slightly-savory sweet cream flavor, and he loves that it's widely available but never sold out anywhere. Easy!

Ransom Drysdale - Coffee

And it's weirdly been that way since he was too young of a kid to drink coffee? Turns out, this was the flavor his father got but told Ransom he wasn't old enough for, he wouldn't like it. Of course, Ran immediately ordered two scoops of it in a chocolate dipped sprinkle cone, and while he may not have been totally keen on it in that exact moment, coffee-flavor grew on him. He loves it as much as he loves all of the other behaviors that say "f*** you" to his parents.

Steve Rogers - Rocky Road

Created during the Great Depression, this ice cream was shared between Steve and his Ma quite a few nights when he was too sickly to go out but needed a pick-me-up. Bucky enjoyed it with him, too, but it's not his favorite. Steve tends to really enjoy eating only when there's nostalgia attached to the food.

Bucky Barnes - Chocolate Chip Peanut Butter

Rich, velvety, and made slightly different by each company. Sometimes Bucky wants ribbons of fudge and the tiny pb cups mixed in; sometimes he wants full-blown chocolate ice cream with peanut butter swirled in. Can't go wrong. Only good, heavy, decadent happiness vibes.

I am...stunned at how confident I feel in these choices HA!

Thank you for asking!

[sundove88]

The Cookie Chonk Chart!!

So recently, @thetropicalfairy and I have had a discussion about which Cookies would be considered chonky- and here is the entire list! And the pic was made by her as well.

Note: Some OCs will be on this list- and some folks not shown in the pic will be as well. If there’s anyone you want to add to the list, that’s ok!

A Fine Boi (Somewhat Chubby): Herb, Churro, Aloe, Gold Citrine, Okchun, Elderberry (OC), Sable, Icicle Yeti, Grapefruit, Tiramisu, Habanero, Bubbles Dragon (OC), Snapdragon, Blueberry Pie, Lilybell, Pecan Brownie (OC), Grandberry Brawler 1/Glimmerberry, Grandberry Brawler 2/Grapeberry, Honorable Paladin Trainee/White Choco Chip, Serious Paladin Trainee/Vanilla Bundt Cake, Kouign Amann, Caramel Arrow, Silverbell, GingerBrave, Dizzy Cookie/Gorgonzola, SuperCar Cookies 1 and 2/Emmental Cheese and Cambozola, Partay Cookies/Swiss Cheese and Raclette, Blue Slushy, Xylitol Nova, Shadow Milk, Eternal Sugar, Mystic Flour, Burning Spice, Silent Salt, Golden Cheese, White Lily, Bumbleberry,

He Chomnk (Mostly Chubby): Dark Cacao, Crunchy Chip (Post Odyssey), Ice Candy, Olive, Strawberry, Custard III, Rye, Cream Puff, Cherry, Blueberry, Pinecone, Amber Sugar, Sea Fairy, Walnut, Cherry Ball, Zombie, Frilled Jellyfish, Carrot, Cotton, Milky Way, Hero, Canele, Mille-Feuille, Vanilla Sugar, Longan Dragon, Buttercream Choco, Pancake, Tea Knight, Tarte Tatin, Captain Caviar, Milkshake (OC), Snowfall Villager/Cashmere, Kind Villager/Poplin, Pumpkin, Parfaedia Principal/Deluxe Sundae, Creme Knights Preceptor/Chantilly Cream, Scovillia Headmaster/Hot Pot, Berry Parfaedia Student/Berry Compote, Citrus Parfaedia Student/Marmalade, Prune Juice, Captain Caviar, Tangerine Tanghulu, WildBerry, Timekeeper, Pure Vanilla, Mango, Muscle, Cranberry,

A Heckin’ Chonker (Very Chubby): Lord Oyster, Mozzarella, Royalberry, Princess, Tiger Lily, Milk, Beet, Yogurt Cream, Cocoa, Chocolate Bon Bon, Mocha Ray, Bacon, Pastel Meringue, Cheesecake, Red Bean, S’More, Frosted Choco (OC), Choco Malt (OC), Coconut Choco (OC), Turtle Brownie (OC), Fudge Ice Cream (OC), Snow Sugar, Ananas Dragon, Vagabond, Gelato (OC), Choco Milk (OC), Second Watcher/Choco Chunk, Grandberry Merchant 1/Blueberry Muffin, Grandberry Merchant 2/Honeyberry, Grandberry Merchant 3/Pinkberry, Spicy Scovillia Student/Army Stew, Hot Scovillia Student/Spicy Rosè, Sauna Egg, Golden Cheese Kingdom Citizen 2/Manchego, Space Doughnut,

H E F T Y C H O N K (Extremely Chubby): Avocado, Hollyberry, Princess Professor Mimolette (OC), Prince Professor Cavatappi (OC), Mala Sauce, Capsaicin, Moon Rabbit (Mostly due to her huge rabbit form), Peperoncino, Potato, Eden Dragon (OC), Dark Choco (After he left The Cookies of Darkness), Macaron, Abalone, Lotus Dragon, Spinach, Half Avocado, Hot Mala Warrior/Spicy Noodle Cookie, Spicy Mala Warrior/Chili Sauce Cookie, Mangosteen (Lychee’s Disguise),

M E G A C H O N K E R (Seriously Chubby): Lychee Dragon, Affogato (Post Episode 14), Elder Custard, Affogato’s Disciple 1/Cortado, Affogato’s Disciple 2/Galao, Pumpkin Spice Latte (OC), Mysterious Priest/Compound Choco, Marble Bread, Plain Yogurt,

O H L A W D H E C O M I N (The Chubbiest of All): Pitaya Dragon, Eggnog, Gatekeeper Cookie/Couverture, Stink Eye Tortuca,

[invisibleraven]

watching a movie or show that they know they're interested in.

alex & julie & flynn?

"Snacks?"

Flynn waved to the table laden with bowls of chips, gummies, chocolates, and a veggie tray for when Ray complained about the amount of junk.

"Drinks?"

Alex pulled out the bottles of chilled soda, water, and the fancy mugs with twisty straws from which to drink them. "You got the comfort?"

"Of course!" Julie replied, fluffing a few more pillows to toss onto the couch, blankets folded over the back for ease of grabbing. "We ready?"

"Let's go!" Flynn declared, hitting a few buttons on the remote.

"I can't wait to see how this season turns out, though I hate that they split it," Alex said, already reaching for the white cheddar popcorn. "Do you know how hard it was to avoid spoilers?"

"Word," Flynn replied around a mouthful of chocolate malt balls. "I had to blacklist the tag and everything."

Julie was too busy enjoying her soda to comment. To be fair, she wasn't the biggest fan of this show-period dramas weren't really her thing. But Flynn loved it, and had roped Alex in (even if he refused to stay in the room during the intense love scenes claiming they were softcore porn) so Julie watched it with them to bond with her two best friends.

"I'm surprised Willie and Carrie aren't here," she said during a ball scene.

"Working," Alex replied.

"Dirty Candi rehearsal," Flynn stated. "What about Reg and Luke?'

"Date night," Julie replied.

"Wait-" Alex said, turning to her. "You're missing date night to watch Bridgerton with us?"

"I mean yeah," Julie said with a shrug. "Best friend bonding is important too. Plus the guys wanted to hit the arcade and that is definitely not my scene."

"Aww Jules," Flynn cooed, pulling her in for a hug. "Next time let us know thought right? We can find a night that works for all of us."

"It really is fine," Julie assured her. "We balance out our date nights-sometimes Luke and Reggie do stuff by themselves, sometimes I go with either one of them. We just try to do most of our date nights together."

"Well next date night you guys can have a fun little game of croquet and a steamy gazebo visit!" Flynn cackled.

"Flynn!" Julie shrieked, feeling her face heat up even as she remembered the fun she and her partners had at mini golf just the other week when Reggie revealed how easy the windmill was to break into.

"Ew," Alex grumbled, his face screwing up. "Julie I love you, but those two are my best friends so I have no wish to know what you guys get up to on your dates."

"I thought we were your best friends," Flynn said with a fake pout.

"To be fair, Willie is probably my bestest friend," Alex snarked. "Lu and Reg are my oldest. You two are my best friends who are girls."

"Ahem," Julie coughed, subtly gesturing at Flynn.

"Girl and gender nonconforming friend," Alex amended.

"Damn straight!" Flynn proclaimed.

"Well none of us fit that description," Julie stated, and the three of them burst into giggles.

"Do either of you have a sweet clue what's going on?" Alex asked as they turned back to the screen.

"None whatsoever," Flynn replied. "Rewind?"

Julie nodded and grabbed the remote, going back to where they were before getting distracted.

"Hey," Flynn whispered as the credits rolled later, leaning on Julie's shoulder. "Thanks for watching this with us, I know it's not your jam."

"Anything for you guys," Julie replied. "But I get to pick the next series we binge."

"Deal," Alex piped up cuddling in on her other side. "Just no more softcore porn."

They all burst into laughter at that, completely missing the intro to the next episode, but none of them minded in the slightest. After all, the ton wasn't going anywhere.

[the-fiction-witch]

Hot Chocolate

Media TMR AU

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating Sweet

Fictional Advent Day Eight

so maybe for Newt, you can make an AU story where y/n is a waitress at a restaurant and Newt comes with another girl who’s a mean girl on a date and y/n serves them but the girl that Newt is on the date with is really rude to y/n and is calling her rude names, and it gets to the point where newt gets so upset with the mean girl and yells at her and newt hangs with y/n instead. It’s just a little idea I thought was good! Take your time and happy holidays!

I rushed around like a bumble bee busy with the bustle of the malt shop, listening to the Christmas music playing gently mixed with people cluttering cutlery and crockery as well as the bell often tolling on the door as people came and went, the snow fluttering sweetly down the sky. 

“Thank you so much happy holidays” a lady smiled as she and her family left the table

“Happy holidays” I smiled going to clear their little booth by the window tidying up and adding the five-dollar tip to my little Christmas-themed gingerbread house moneybox, as I started on some more coffee for those at the counter

“Hey uhh, I had a little favour to ask?’ a voice spoke up and I looked and saw a guy who had just come in, in some nice shoes that had a dusting of snow on them, some brown suit pants, a little orange t-shirt and a white button-down slipping off his large coat with a fluffy inside as well as a dark red scarf

“You can ask, I don't know what the answer will be but you can ask”

He chuckled a little “I know it's a big ask but could I take a booth?”

“Booths are normally reserved for parties of four or more you have three friends coming?”

“No, I uhh I have a first date. I know it goes against the rules but you think you could let it slide?”

“No problem, take number seven it has a lovely view over the bridge”

“Thank you”

“Your welcome, and hey if they don't look like their picture just order a blue raspberry pancake and I'll get you out of there”

“Thanks, hopefully, I won't need to” he laughed heading over to the booth setting his stuff down and fixing himself up in the reflective side of the napkin dispenser, I made a note about him and went on with my shift luckily the rush was over and things were dying down, I often passed the guy and offered him coffee or tea but he always politely declined and only got more and more nervous as time went on.

Until she arrived.

I saw her walking down the street before she even got into the shop as she pointed her nose high making it the peak of her face, sunglasses that took up almost all of her face, and nails long enough to pick a lock within some little ugg style boots, a pair of tight leggings, a long sleeve white turtle neck with a beige fluffy vest she came in and put her glasses on her head.

“Hi,” She sighed offering her hand to him, “Newt?”

“Hi, you must be Olivia.” he smiled giving her hand a kiss,

“Yeah.”

“It’s so nice to meet you, You’re just as beautiful as Minho said.” he smiled as they sat together, I gave them a while dealing with some other things before I finally went over

“Hi, how are you two doing today?”

“Uhh excuse me, can we get a male waiter.” She snapped at me

“Uhh we don’t have any male waiters”

“Fine. Whatever” She sighed

“Okay… What can I get started for you, Coffee? Tea? Hot Chocolate?”

“Eehhh just water. In a clean glass.” She snapped

“Sure” I nodded

“I’ll have a hot chocolate,” He smiled

“No problem, whipped cream?”

“Absolutely,”

“Candy cane?”

“Yeah that sounds nice”

“Excellent, I’ll be back with those feel to look at the menu for food” I smiled

“Okay we get it bye,” she said angrily

So I just headed off and got her water and his hot chocolate and I took them over “Here we are” I smiled setting them down “You ready to order?”

“Uhh ohh my god! Will you stop jumping down our throats? How on earth would anyone be ready to order already it’s been two seconds”

“It’s been five minutes miss.”

“Are you talking back to me you chubby slop girl?”

“That is incredibly rude. She was just asking” He spoke up

“I’m not taking advice from someone who still eats sugar. That thing is like six suggested servings yeah no thank you.” She snapped

“I’ll give you another minute” I nodded heading away for a moment but before I even got to the counter she clicked her fingers at me

“Hey! Hey! Slop girl! Aren’t you going to take my order?”

“Yes Miss” I nodded as I headed back over

“Do you have anything that actually observes serving sizes?”

“Our plates are all designed for one person, unless they are specifically in the sharing or extra large section of the menu”

“So no. Fine. I will take a lobster and a salad”

“Miss… we don’t have that on the menu”

“I know I’m not stupid. But I want lobster.”

“We don’t have lobster here miss… we mostly just make pancakes, fries, burgers that sort of thing”

“Uhhhh clean my table again slop girl there must be carbs all over the table” she complained

“That is really rude, your are being insanely disrespectful. You choose for us to come here ” he said

“Maybe I’d be nicer if this slop girl could actually use her brain!” she yelled “Give me a side salad”

“One side salad” I sighed “You sir?”

“I won’t be ordering anything I’m sorry,” he said “I cannot go through with this I’m sorry”

“Aren't you gonna pay for my food?”

“No.”

“Ughhh!” She whined grabbing her stuff and marching out in a huff

“I am so so sorry”

“It’s okay, trust me you hear worse in this job” I answered “Could I get you a slice of cranberry pie? Ice cream on the side?”

“Yeah that would be really nice” he smiled

After a while, he came and moved to the counter and we chatted as I worked for a good while doing my best to cheer him up even giving him a free hot chocolate, and after a while he happily paid

“Thanks so much for everything”

“It's no trouble, Happy holidays”

“Happy holidays” he smiled before he headed out, I gathered up his stuff, and found out he had left a hundred-dollar tip and a note ‘I’m so sorry about her, and thank you so much for cheering me up. If you like I’d love to take you out for dinner one day your not working X Newt’ and then his number I chuckled a little and put it in my pocket so I could text him when I get off my shift. 

[noneedtoamputate]

Band of Brothers Favorite Holiday Treats

What would our favorite boys enjoy? Read below.

Joe Liebgott - Hershey Kiss cookies

You know Joe is never gonna pass up a Hershey anything. Growing up, I made these cookies with a peanut butter-based dough. Now, I have a niece with a peanut allergy, so I make a sugar cookie-based dough.

Johnny Martin - Buckeyes

Ronald Speirs - Scottish Shortbread

There's no more appropriate holiday treat for our boy from Ohio than a buckeye. If you've never heard of a buckeye, it's chocolate-covered peanut butter that looks like a buckeye nut. (Buckeyes are the state tree of Ohio and the name of the Ohio State University's athletic teams.)

Ron was born in Scotland and emigrated with his family to the Boston area when he was four, so of course his favorite Christmas cookie is shortbread. It's a treat as simple as Ron is complicated.

Alex Penkala - Kolacky

Alex's parents were Polish immigrants, so they might have loved kolacky as much as my Polish and Slovak family does. There are so many recipes for kolacky dough (my grandmother swore by lard, while many updated recipes call for cream cheese) and they can be filled with anything. I am partial to plum kolacky.

Floyd Talbert - Candy Canes from McCord's

This one is a little personal. For almost ten years. I lived in Lafayette, Indiana, which is only about a thirty-minute drive to Kokomo. For over one hundred years, McCord's Candies has been a mainstay in downtown Lafayette. It has a real soda fountain with malts and phosphates and soda. They serve lunch (cold sandwiches only), and make their own candy, including candy canes at Christmas. Now, Kokomo is no small town, and it would have even been bigger in the 1940s than it is today. Kokomo is also about a forty five-minute drive to Indianapolis (the big city), so I don't know how often Floyd would have made it over to Lafayette (maybe he'd come over to flirt with the Purdue University co-eds.) But I like imagining him having a McCord's candy cane over Christmas just like I did every year when I lived there.

[spicyseonghwas]

+ kang seo min ! ; member of : NCT !

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BASIC INFO ➳

birth name :: kang seo min hangul :: 강서민 birthday :: january 15th, 1994 ; 29 years old chinese zodiac :: dog western zodiac :: capricorn birthplace :: gwangju, south korea nationality :: korean ethnicity :: eurasion pronouns :: he/they, fae/faers sexuality :: bisexual (?) lives/raised in :: chania, greece from birth to 14 years, then busan, south korea until current

CAREER ➳

stage alias :: MINN occupations :: idol, model groups :: it has been confirmed that he's gearing up for his debut! however, the group's name has not been revealed yet. labels :: sm, konnect

PHYSICAL ➳

eyes :: dark brown hair :: naturally black; he changes its color very frequently, it's one of his favorite hobbies! weight :: 167.19lbs (75.83kg) height :: 6'0 (182.88cm)

PERSONALITY ➳

positive personality traits :: kind, strong, brave, doesn't give up easily, bubbly, happy virus, easy to communicate with neutral personality traits :: very talkative, easily excitable, master of insults negative personality traits :: he can sometimes be very harsh & unforgiving; becomes stressed/overworked easily, which leads to fights with his anxiety; he can also be very forgetful and sometimes extremely scatterminded. worst fears :: minn names bear hugs from his groupmate johnny seo as one of his words fears. some other things he's quite afraid of spiders, girls under 5'4 in height, and the idea of losing the people closest to him: his friends, groupmates, family, and of course his beloved boyfriend, who is rumored to be nct's jung jaehyun. likes :: candy- especially chocolates, cats- especially black cats, tea, dinosaurs dislikes :: spiders, horses (he got kicked in the face once), green apples

FUN FACTS/TMI (limited!) ➳ 

+ he claims to have a spirit attached to him! (that's quite a long story; it'll be posted sometime soon!) + he's highly allergic to malt, peanuts, and coffee beans. he's so severely allergic to malt that it's pretty much deathly. he's been to the hospital three times because of it. + he's so scatter-minded that he frequently mixes up taeil and taeyong, as well as jaemin and jaehyun! + he was born in chania, greece, to mother kang jung ho. a fan asked him his father's name once, name was never disclosed, minn says it's always been a rather icy topic. + in december of 2020, minn came out to the world and kpop community as a bisexual, but some of his recent posts have hinted that he may be questioning that. + minn says that some of his idol-mates at sm pick light fun at him sometimes because of his height, and he always gets mad about it and picks on them back. + when minn was six years old, he was professionally diagnosed with moderate to sever anxiety disorder, and two years later he was diagnosed with bipolar one disorder as well. + several sm idols, as well as multiple group managers and several of the agency's staff, have said that minn has a huge heart. he's extremely reliable and he's always there when someone needs it; and the rookies and trainees absolutely adore him because of this. being a trainee can be stressful, difficult, tiring, and sometimes tiring, and they say that minn has always been there to support him. + minn had wanted to be a singer since he was fourteen, when a boy he was friends with- jinho of pentagon, who's almost 3 years older than him, with made his debut as an idol. + wanna learn more about kang seomin? click here! + want to be tagged in content involving seomin? send an ask!

© seonghwas-lighter 2023-2024.

[iamthecomet]

AAAH !

I know we’re all Hail Satan here but do you like those little malted “robins eggs” Easter candies or whatever the fuck they’re called? You know, the malted chocolate thingies covered with that hard candy in a pastel spotted egg pattern? Delicious!

PS- I HEART swedish fish and PB cups

PSS- Black jellybeans are the only ones I like! (And they turn your tongue green)

Also- Jesus is a zombie. Why isn’t anyone alarmed at that? Like, wth?

Blasphemously yours,

Gremlin

GREMLIN GET OUT OF MY HEAD. I went to book group at the library tonight and there was a basket of easter candy on the table so I grabbed two packages (one for me one for partner) of the robins eggs. They're both already gone, devoured. I want more. I fucking love them. Best Easter candy (second only to Reese's eggs, duh). My dad is a huge fan of licorice, and growing up I HATED it, but as I've gotten older I get less and less offended by it all the time. It's in my genetics. I'm destined to like it. I'm not quite there yet, but I know it's going to happen. I want to try the salty licorice so bad even though I know I won't like it. I just have to know. I think about Zombie Jesus a lot around easter. Honestly, the whole easter story would be so much cooler if they just embraced the whole zombie thing and ran with it.

[delusion-of-negation]

If your going to be trying malted milk, anuther cool retro drink is a chocolate soda

now you're just making stuff up

please tell me you're making stuff up

prev anons

[tontalunar]

Tenderized

Summary: Left alone to man the Candy Club, Rick has a dangerous and exhilarating encounter with a large devil-horned man dressed in red.

Pairing: Bob Velseb/Rick Hedony

Series: Spooky Month

Warnings: Blood, Knives (Not Knifeplay), Biting, Technically Public Sex, Unprotected Sex

Word Count: 4638

Note: Finally finished this fic after so long, I'm so sorry it took so long but thank @infinite-yandbeyond for helping me edit and actually finish this damn thing

Rick stood in front of the tall wall of candy dispensers. Removing the metal lids and replenishing each of the dispenser's designated candies. All the while attempting to ignore his co-worker’s tapping shoe steadily increasing in speed and nervous eyes glancing back at him and the front entrance.

“Hey, Rick? Could I ask you for a huge favor” Kevin asks, finally speaking up and breaking the awkward silence.

“What is it?” He hums, not bothering to turn around.

“I was wondering if…you could cover the rest of my shift for tonight?” Kevin hastily asks. “I know it’s super late notice but I have a date tonight at my boyfriend’s apartment and it completely crossed my mind to ask for the night off!” He rambles as he steps away from the counter and towards his coworker. An anxious sweat falls from his brow. Feeling uneasy as he waits for Rick to answer.

Rick turns slightly to face Kevin and slowly blinks.

“Sure.”

Kevin lets out a sigh of relief. “Thank you so much, Rick! You are a lifesaver!” He runs back to the counter to grab a tattered jacket and a ring of keys before quickly returning to Rick. Placing the ring of keys in his free hand he hurriedly zips up his jacket. “Alright, so there’s not much difference in tasks, just gotta lock up the register and the front door when you leave. I cannot thank you enough for this! Next time we go out for drinks I’ll pay!” He shouts as he backtracks out the front door and sprints off. Not waiting for Rick to respond to his continuous stream of thanks.

Looking at the keys in his hand he hooks them to the belt loop on his pants and continues refilling the dispensers.

...

“I’m so tired,” Rick complained to the empty store. Leaning his elbows against the counter he sluggishly holds his head up. “How does he do this every day?”

It’d been two hours since Kevin had run off and left him alone to man the store. Since then he’d only had to deal with a duo dressed up as a pumpkin and a skeleton. Who he hadn’t seen since quitting his job at the movie theater last year. After giving them some free samples they left and ran out of the store. Giggling about how Rick didn’t get “Spooky Month” when he’d asked why they were in costumes so early in October.

Pushing himself off the counter he nabs a malt ball sample from behind the counter and plops it in his mouth. Chewing the crunchy chocolate treat he grabs a nearby broom and heads for the entrance of the store. Figuring he could sweep for a bit before closing the store early considering it was lifeless. Rick didn’t think anything would come of taking a sample for himself. If it did and he got fired he still wouldn’t care. His careless sweeping is soon interrupted by the lights suddenly flickering before going out. Leaving him engulfed in darkness.

“What the…?” He looks up confused at the dead lights. An underlying nervousness beginning to emerge in the pit of his stomach. His only source of light is now the moonlight peeking through being reflected by the two large windows and glass doors before him. He turns back, heading for the breaker box in the back but freezes when he hears a bell ring and the doors slide open.

A customer.

The keys hung on his pants jingle as he whips back around, and his hold on the broomstick tightens. He’s met with a devil-horned looming shadow of a man, his unnaturally wide yellowish grin and wide eyes seemingly shining in the darkness. Small pupils twitched in twisted excitement as he stepped closer. He wielded a carving knife and a knife sharper in each hand, slashing them together as he stood in front of the automatic door.

Rick’s brow furrow and he sighs, annoyed at the sight of the devil. “Great. It’s just another Halloween obsessed weirdo.” Rolling his eyes as he calmed his grip on the broomstick, leaning it beside him on the counter.

“Hey, we’re about to close but I can ring you up quickly. I guess.”

Ignoring the disgruntled employee, the devil slinks forward. Rick remains calm at the steadily approaching devil. His lidded eyes widen and his frown straightens when he takes a closer look at the knife in their hands.

It’s a real knife.

And it’s dripping blood.

“Did you know that almost everyone has practiced involuntary auto-cannibalism at least once? Which is done by biting and eating fingernails and dead skin.” The creepy figure states in a chilling southern drawl.

In his panic, Rick sloppily grabs the broomstick and attempts to slam it over the horned man's head. The devil quickly puts the handles of his weapons with his teeth and grabs the broom. Snatching it out of Rick's grip and easily snapping it in half with his hands. Carelessly throwing the broom pieces to the side he rushes toward Rick, grabbing the knife from between his teeth and stabbing it against the white counter. He haphazardly puts the knife sharpener underneath his red sweater and slams his free hand beside Rick. Pinning the panicked minimum wage employee between his large form and the store’s countertop.

“But personally, I prefer something a bit more…filling.” The devil utters, and drool pools out of the sides of his grin.

Rick’s breath hitched as the man’s looming presence engulfed his central field of vision. Their red face inching closer and closer to his own. Forcing him to bend his back backward onto the counter in a feeble attempt to create some distance. The devil's drool mixes with his red paint and it runs down his chin and onto Rick’s white uniform. He ground in disgust as the drool seeps through his shirt and onto his skin. The sudden wetness on his dry skin makes him shiver. Though his displeasure is soon interrupted by the devil forcefully pulling the knife out of the countertop, his free hand not moving an inch as he pulls himself away from Rick. Who becomes startled at the knife-wielding maniac suddenly erupting into a fit of laughter.

“You’re not much of a talker, are ya jelly bean?” He wipes a tear from his eye and asks the startled man beneath him. Placing his signature knife underneath Rick’s chin, forcing him to look him in his blood-shot eyes.

“N-not really.” He stutters uncharacteristically in his monotone voice. Sweaty palms fall onto the counter’s edge and he twitches in fear. Causing the key ring to slightly jingle. The devil’s attention whips to his waist and he freezes.

“Nice change of pace I’ll say. Most people would be screaming their heads off. Now Rick...” He pauses before forcefully pulling the key ring from Rick’s pants, tearing the belt loop clean off his pants and leaving two small holes. “I’ll be taking these from ya. Don’t move a muscle now, butterball.”

“How do you know my name?” Rick asked as the devil backed up towards the door. Lifting his sweater and placing the now dry bloody knife in his belt. “Have you been stalking me?”

The devil chuckles as he fiddles with the keys behind his back. “You have a name tag jelly bean.” Rick looks down at his name tag and an embarrassed blush forms on his cheeks at the obvious being stated. “And I wouldn’t say I’ve been stalking ya. More like I’ve just… noticed you around town.” His grin only widens when he hears a click behind him. Indicating he’d successfully locked the front door.

“Now where were we sugarplum?”

Rick lifts himself onto the counter, trying to get away as the devil lurks closer.“Well, I’m pretty sure you were going to kill me. Or trying to fuck me.”

“What..?” He pulls back confused.

“Oh, so you’re just trying to kill me?”

“No, no I mean-!”

“So you are?”

“PIPE DOWN!” He quickly pulls his knife back out. Waving it in Rick’s face. “Where the hell did you get the idea that I wanted to knock boots with ya!?”

Putting his hands up at the frustrated knife-wielding man, Rick calmly explains. Well, as calm as one can be in this situation. “I mean you keep getting in my personal space and you’ve given me three nicknames the entire time you’ve been in here. Plus if you were going to kill me you probably would’ve done it a while ago instead of going out of your way to mess with me.”

The devil opens his mouth to speak before shutting himself up and pulling the knife away. Much to Rick’s unnoticed relief. He relaxes his shoulders as he watches the devil deep in thought. The peace lasts for only a few seconds before it’s disrupted by a disgruntled sigh.

“Bob.”

“Bob?” He drops his hands to his side.

“Bob Velseb. If you need something to scream just use that. Surprised you haven’t heard of me before. Most people in town have.”

“I don’t watch the news.”

“What? There are flyers all over town with my face on them you’re tellin’ me you’ve never seen ‘em?” Rick just gives him a shrug and Bob rolls his eyes. “You’re the weirdest guy I’ve tried to eat.”

“Thanks.” In truth he was depressed but he wasn’t about to dump all that on him.

“Wasn’t a compliment sugarplum.” He puts his knife back into his belt and flicks Rick's Candy Club hat off his head before brushing a few out-of-place strands of hair back in place. His red talon-like gloves fall softly upon his cheeks.

Surprised by the softness of the criminals' movement, Rick blushes. “So we’re doing this?” He asks, feeling a little shy at how intimate this felt.

“Isn’t this what you want? You’re the one who brought it up but don’t feel inclined to say yes. I won’t kill ya if ya don’t.” Bob chuckles, his hot breath tickling Rick's lips.

This wasn’t at all how Rick had imagined his shift would go. Despite the emotionless expression he usually wore, it would be a lie if he said he wasn’t weirdly into this. It’d been a long time since someone had caressed him so gently. His hands run up Bob’s thick red sweater and fall onto his shoulders.

“Yeah. I want this.” He softly mumbles, his heart beating faster as rough red-painted lips made contact with his own. His slick tongue nudged Rick’s lips, asking permission to enter. Rather polite for a serial cannibal. Parting his mouth slightly open Bob quickly takes charge. He’s demanding and forceful as their tongues dance together in a fight for dominance. A fight he quickly loses as his tongue is taken between sharp canines and bit down on. Rick emits a pain and pleasure-filled moan. Shuddering at the metallic taste that engulfs his mouth.

The taste of fresh hot blood awakens Bob’s bloodlust as he holds Rick’s head tightly in place with both his hands. Forcing his tongue down their throat. Rick gags as the devil’s tongue slices against every crevice of his blood-ridden mouth, not wanting any of it to go to waste.

Beginning to feel lightheaded, Rick pushes against his shoulders and the towering man pulls away. Gasping in well-needed air as Bob wipes the dripping blood-infused slobber off his mouth.

“Sorry about that.” Bob sloppily wipes the red paint off of Rick's lips, only further spreading the red paint. “I just couldn’t resist, you taste so sweet.”

“It’s fine.” Rick assures him, still panting and out of breath from the soul-sucking kiss.

“Let’s get this shirt off of ya now.” Pulling and throwing his pink clip-on bow tie to the side, his sharp fingers fiddle with the small buttons of his white uniform. Drool seeped from his toothy grin as he pulled the shirt off Rick's shoulders. Admiring the soft neck and shoulders that had become exposed.

“Wait. Let’s go to the back. There are cameras in the store and people might see.”

Bob waved his worry off with a chuckle. “No need to worry about that darlin’. There ain’t no power in the store so those cameras are as good as dead. Besides, who do you think took out the power?” He leaned back in, his chin resting on Rick’s shoulder. Tickling it with the stubble that poked through his face paint. His slick tongue travels up his neck and Rick shudders at Bob’s hot breath.

“As for the people…” Rick’s eyes widen as he hears his pants being unzipped. Quickly throwing his head back and biting his lip as the devil massages his evident bulge. A snicker escapes Bob’s lips as he feels Rick squirm under his touch. “Let them watch.”

Pulling his underwear band down, he releases the growing ache between Rick’s legs. His sharp talons trail up his shaft before gripping it tightly. Instinctively, Rick bucks his hips. A powerless attempt in getting the strong red fist to move. Bob rubs the sensitive tip, eliciting a hitched moan from the man beneath him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of ya.” Releasing his dick, Bob spits into his red glove before taking hold of it once more. A squelching sound echoes in the empty store as he moves his hand up and down. Rick huffs, in a daze as he watches the scene unfolding before him. Bewildered at the fact that the man who’d come with the intention to kill him was now jerking him off with no hesitation. As if that had been his intention the entire time.

Jagged teeth soon bite down on his plump shoulders, breaking the skin and desperately suckling for a drop of his sweet blood. As usual, Rick goes along for the ride. Shoving his face into the scratchy red sweater to hide his pained whimpers. The gnawing of his shoulder, the quick strokes on his cock, it was all becoming too much. Overstimulated, a fiery heat began to form in the pit of his stomach. He wraps his legs around the devil’s wide frame. Ready to finish entirely too early.

Bob suddenly stops his hands jerking motion. Covering the tip of his dick with his thumb. “Why’d you stop?” Rick asked in a flustered tone, almost sounding out of breath already. A little annoyed that his orgasm has come to a halt. He winces at the loud eruption of laughter next to his ear, causing it to ring.

Bob pulls back and leans close to Rick's flushed face. “Did ya really think I was gonna let ya cum that quickly? You’ve hardly made any noise!”

“Sorry.” He mumbles. “I’m just… not a very vocal guy.” This only seems to further amuse the devil in front of him and he’s quickly pushed onto his back. Grunting as his head harshly lands on the hard counter. Pulling down Rick’s pants and underwear with one swift pull, just enough to reveal his soft rump. His legs are forcefully tightened around the devil’s frame and he’s pulled forward, making contact with a large bump in Bob’s black pants. Instinctively, he links his feet together.

“If that’s the case I'm gonna love making you squeal.” His southern drawl hisses out. Biting his right red glove he yanks it off and spits it on the ground. With no warning he shoves two fingers into Rick’s mouth, instructing him to suck. Rick grimaces at the cheap plastic taste of his finger but does as he’s told. At first, he’s nervous, slowly suckling on his fingers and avoiding eye contact with the devil’s piercing gaze, Though his confidence soon arises from the ashes and he swirls his tongue between the two thick fingers, sucking on them as if his life depended on it. Making direct eye contact with Bob’s crazed eyes. His wide unmoving smile slightly made Rick hesitant as he took hold of his wrist. Pulling the two fingers further into his mouth and gagging.

“Desperate fellow ain’tcha?” He teases as he roughly pulls his fingers out of the desperate mouth. Causing strands of saliva to dribble down Rick’s face. Becoming a deer in headlights he hides his flushed face with his forearm. Embarrassed at the sudden realization of how forward he’d been. It’s quickly pulled away and pinned next to him with Bob’s free hand, “C���mon now! Can’t be all shy after all that work you did!” He does a scissoring motion with his dripping slick fingers. Grabbing Rick's thighs he unwraps them from his waist and pushes them forward as far as they can go, holding them in place with his forearm. Rick yelps as a thick finger is slowly pushed inside his hole with no warning.

“Damn you’re tight. You ever done this before?” Asking as he fondles Rick’s meaty thigh.

“Yeah.” He takes a deep breath, trying to stop his voice from cracking. “It’s just been a while.”

Letting out an amused hum he inserts the second finger. Rick bites his lip and groans as the large fingers spread his tight hole. Shallow moans escape his lips as they begin to pump slowly into him. Arching his back as they curl into his inner walls. Easily finding his prostate's most sensitive area and pushes against it. His eyes roll back and his mouth wide open as his moans increase in volume. His dick twitched and dripped in precum. The devil towering over him drools at his arousal, reveling at his squirming.

“Now now butterball we haven't even gotten to the main course! Now hold onto your legs and sit tight.” Instructing Rick as he fiddles with the zipper of his own pants. Doing as he’s told he pulls back his legs for easier access. Rick gazes back at the devil and his eyes widen at the meat in his hand. Calling it big would be an understatement, at least compared to himself and most of his past partners. Only being able to recall a recent fling who could compete with Bob. It was huge. Girthy and long, somewhere between six to seven inches.

“Is that even going to fit?” He anxiously asked.

Bob puts his dripping tip at the edge of his entrance and leans his body against the man below him. His smudged red face loomed closer toward him. “Don’t worry, if it doesn’t I’ll just make it fit.” Slowly he starts inserting his large dick, moving his hands to grip Rick’s pudgy waist. Despite the time spent getting prepped for him, it wasn’t enough. Rick grinds his teeth at being exponentially stretched out. Tightening the grip on his thighs, not wanting to vocally express the pain he’s feeling. A few aching seconds pass before Bob lets out a satisfied sigh as he finally bottoms out inside Rick.

“You alright jellybean?” Bob asks, a hint of worry seeps in his tone as he takes notice of Rick’s pained expression.

“I’m fine.” He takes deep breaths to calm himself down as the pain subsides. “I don’t think your fingers were enough.”

“Sorry about that, it’s been a while since I’ve done this myself. Must’ve underestimated my

size.” Despite being apologetic he wears a smug smirk. Clearly taking pleasure in the effect his dick is having on Rick. “Alright, I’m gonna start movin’ now.” Rick grunts as Bob begins to slowly thrust in and out before increasing his pace. Quickly, he once again finds the sweet spot of Rick’s poor prostate. Further turning the stoic man into a flushed mess from the consistent stimulation. Aching moans leave his trembling mouth and echo into the empty store. The sweet sounds cause Bob to drool.

“F-fuck Bob!” Rick mewled. His thighs shaking and his hard dick dripping with precum. The euphoric high of the consistent thrusting of his prostate caused tears to well up in the corner of his lust-filled eyes. It was evident that he was reaching orgasm.

But Bob didn’t respond, simply speeding up. Huffing after each thrust. The smell of sex overtook the sweet candy scent of the store.

Bob’s grip on his waist tightens, most likely leaving behind bruises for the next day. “C’mon butterball! Take it!” He huffs out roughly as he begins thrusting faster and harder. Rick throws his head and lets out a loud pathetic whine with tears streaming down his red cheeks. His hands release his thighs, letting them hang by themselves and fly to grip at the sleeves of Bob’s sweater. Again the stimulation has become to overwhelm his senses. He looks up at is met with Bob’s toothy grin and hungry eyes. A stare that quickly becomes too much to handle as a particular thrust to his prostate causes him to slam his eyes shut. The pressure building up in his dick is finally released as he cums on Bob’s sweater with an exhilarated gasp. The bloodshot eyes take in the sight as he chases after his own orgasm, watching as Rick’s thighs shakily snake around his waist and tighten. His moans only heightened in pitch.

With his gloveless hand, he wipes some of the cum off his sweater and snakes his tongue around it. Taking in Rick’s addicting flavor and humming in delight at the taste. “So flavorful…” Bob thrusts harshly, causing Rick to squeak. “What a delicious piece of meat I have in my grasp. I knew you’d be easy to tenderize sweetpea.” With one last thrust, he finished inside Rick’s abused hole and lets out a loud grunt. Panting as the pleasurable build-up dies down.

Rick lets out a huge sigh of relief before cringing at the feeling of Bob's load dripping out of his ass and onto the counter. Bob’s pants calm down to a halt before steadily holding onto Rick's waist and slowly pulling out with a squelch and a pop loud enough for the both to hear. His cum flows out like a broken dam, adding to the already small puddle on the counter.

“Whew! Sorry ‘bout that! Was acting like a dog in heat.” Rick doesn’t respond, exhausted from the rough sex they just had. Bob cleans up the cum on the counter and Rick's ass with the sleeves of his sweater, not caring for the stains it’ll leave.

Achingly, Rick manages to lift himself up and watches Bob in silence. A flushed pink hue still evident on his cheeks. “Sorry about your sweater. I didn’t mean to cum on it.” He says, tuckered out and buttoning his shirt back up.

“No worries, I’ve been meaning to get it cleaned anyhow. It’s drenched in blood.” He nonchalantly laughs off the gruesome fact as he puts his limp dick back in his boxers and zips his pants up. “Now listen, I’m not the type who usually does road gigs. Would you wanna go do something sometime?”

Genuine surprise paints Rick’s flushed face. “Like… a date?”

“I guess you could say that.” He huskily chuckles.

“Um… hold on.” Rick scrambles off the counter pulling his pants up as he speeds behind the counter. Grabbing his phone he scrolls through his contacts to click on the last one. Only to find that he’d still been left on read, it’d been a month since they’d responded. They weren’t dating per se but they’d meet up frequently so it hurt when he’d suddenly been ghosted. Turning his phone off he places it on the counter. “Yeah that sounds good, I think.”

“Sounds peachy! I’ll pick you up when I’m… free. I’ll be seein’ ya!” He cheerily says as he throws Rick the key ring he’d stolen. Walking up to the glass door he pulls up his sweater and grabs his knife. Slamming the blunt end at the door cracks begins to liter it before crumbling down into glass shards. He quickly shimmies out the door and into the cold night.

“Wait!” Rick yells out behind him, deciding not to question why he’d broken the door instead of using the keys. Grabbing his cell phone he follows suit. “You never asked for my address!”

Bob stops in his tracks and turns slightly to look back. “Oh don’t worry about that jellybean, I already know.” Before disappearing back into the night, being way quicker than he appeared.

Rick looked on as the foggy night consumed the red figure. Beginning to slightly regret his agreement of a “date”. Looking back at the mess the devil had made he sighs in annoyance. Dialing his coworkers' number and putting the phone to his ear.

“Hey, someone broke into the store.” He nonchalantly stated before cringing at the worried shouting at the end of the line loud enough to blow out his eardrum. Kevin frantically explains that he’ll be on his way, demanding Rick call the cops before hanging up on him. He leans against the blue wall between the still-intact glass door and glass window and slowly slides down. Hissing as he lands on the cold pavement, his butt still incredibly sore. For the first time since this morning, he’s able to sit down and breathe.

...

“So what happened after he attacked you?”

Rick looked down at the short mustached cop with curly brown hair. Holding onto the small blanket wrapped over his shoulders that’d been given to him by the police officers. “He just broke the glass door and ran off.” The mustached cop nodded as he scribbled down Rick’s partially true statement. Having left out the sexual encounter he’d had with the devil. Despite having to deal with an actual criminal, he seemed to be the calm one between him and Kevin. Who quickly became nervous when the only cops in town arrived.

“You’re lucky to be alive, son. Velseb’s already mutilated 5 other people. It’d be best for you to stay somewhere safe for the time being.” He suggested as he finished writing in his notepad. Closing it and placing it in his back pocket. “We’ll be off now, stay safe you two.”

“Oh actually!” The mustached cop's lankier partner interrupts. “We’re gonna need that blanket back. Department’s out of stock and our budget is pretty stretched so…” He snatches the blanket off of Rick's shoulders. “You know how it is! Well then, have a nice night!” The duo walks back to their car, with the shorter one reprimanding the other for their lack of tact.

Kevin sighs in relief as the cops pull out and leave. “Sorry about that, I've just had some awkward run-ins with those two.”

“What’d you do?”

“Nothing! Well sort of, it’s complicated.” He groans. “But enough about me, do you need a place to stay? I’m sure Streber wouldn’t mind letting you stay over until this whole thing blows over. You could sleep on the couch.”

Despite the kind offer, Rick didn’t feel comfortable accepting it. He’d only really started working at the Candy Club 2 weeks ago and while he’d gone out for drinks with Kevin and his ex-co-worker Radford, Rick didn’t consider them close enough to stay over at their places for more than a day. Despite the dangerous situation he’d willfully put himself in.

“I think I'll be fine, thanks though. I appreciate it.”

“Alright, but the offer’s still on the table if you ever need it.” He rubs Rick’s back, attempting to comfort a presumably terrified Rick. “I’ll see you when the store opens back up after it’s been fixed. Don’t hesitate to call if you need something.” Kevin soon jogs off back to his apartment, leaving Rick alone in front of the taped and boarded-up candy store. His gaze falls to the tainted counter and his face becomes flush, quickly leaving the scene of the crime and heading to his own apartment on the other side of town.

A tired sigh escapes his lips as he treks home. “What have I gotten myself into.”

[jupiterswasphouse]

THE ENTO LIFE - WHITE CHEDDAR AND COTTON CANDY CRICKET KICKERS REVIEW

You voted, I ate! They arrived faster than I expected honestly, which is exciting and somewhat dread inducing given what was picked- But eating them wasn't as tough as I expected, as I guess whatever fears I had over the concept of eating crickets went away after I stopped to think about how, yeah, people eat bugs all the time! So, with that being said, let's get into it-

(Quick note that I'll be rating these on a true 0 - 10 scale, so 5 is average/mid, not 7)

TEXTURE:

I knew they would be roasted but, honestly, I didn't expect them to be quite so dry. They're crunchy, and sort of break into little bits, kind of like if you mixed pork rinds with half-popped popcorn, and if that sounds good to you then I don't blame you, but for me it detracted from the experience a bit. Maybe it'd be better if they were ground up and put in something though?

Texture Rating: 5/10

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FLAVOR (WHITE CHEDDAR):

This is what I tried first, and I wasn't really too enthusiastic about it, because I don't really like white cheddar, it's ok but it's definitely one of my least favorite cheeses. I was right to be unenthused it seems as these crickets didn't taste good in the slightest to me, as not only was the white cheddar very present, but it didn't mix with the somewhat nutty and already kind of sharp cricket flavor very well, and the aftertaste really stays with you, so this was just overall unpleasant. If you gave me a small bowl of these, I could bear it, but I'm not gonna like it.

Flavor Rating: 3/10

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FLAVOR (COTTON CANDY):

These absolutely shocked me, as I was expecting to be equally as disgusted by these as I was by the white cheddar, but to my surprise, I liked these a lot better- Now, do they taste like cotton candy? Ehhh not really. But what they do kind of taste like is whoppers candy/maltesers/milk duds, which is a big plus for me! Malt chocolates have never been my absolute favorite sweets, but I still like them quite a bit, so this was a welcome surprise. The aforementioned flavor profile of the cricket does hit pretty quick, and like before, the aftertaste does seem to stay a while, which detracts a little bit, but these are kind of good! I could see it working in a smoothie.

Flavor Rating: 6 or 7/10

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PRESENTATION:

This doesn't mean much when it comes to the snacks themselves, but I have to comment on it! I love the fact they come in vial-like tubes like this, plus the label design and bonus pin is a nice touch. I do kind of wish the containers were glass and metal though instead of plastic all the way through, although I understand why they did it the way they did.

Presentation Rating: 8/10

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In conclusion, while I probably won't be getting these again, I'm glad I tried these, and it makes me curious to try other edible bugs! Would I recommend them? Well if the concept of the flavors or the way I described them seems appealing to you, then sure! and even if not, then I would at least recommend looking into other flavors or types of edible bug, as eating bugs isn't really that weird, it's just another type of food to experience!

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Big thanks to everyone who voted on the flavor poll, and if you have any other suggestions for literal bug snacks that I can eat then feel free to send them my way.

[spirit-x-ing]

THE  LITTLE  THINGS  MUSE  QUESTIONNAIRE

favorite tea: chamomile or milk tea(s)

favorite coffee: anything with cream & sugar

favorite sweet snack: chocolate candy or brownie

favorite savory snack: fries with honey mustard or malt vinegar

favorite flower(s): sunflower ( followed by Lilies )

favorite color(s): blush & greys

favorite fruit: grapes

favorite vegetable: onion

favorite season: spring

favorite time of day: dusk

favorite kind of weather(s): fog, or a sunny with a cool breeze.

love language(s) to give: words, touch, sacrifices

love language(s) to receive: spending time with one another, intimacy ( in all forms ) patience when it comes to her inadequacies and failures.

specific niche love language: overly romantic gestures, when someone actually tries to make an effort to do something, even if it's not in one's nature.

favorite hobbies: collecting sentimental items from the dead, listening to music, reading, dancing, singing

favorite book(s): poetry, medical journals, craft books, biographies, myths and legends.

favorite movie(s): action, black and white films, classic horror, and anything about the nature

favorite song(s): too many to list.

favorite musician: same answer as above. ^_^

favorite animal(s): cats ( but loves animals in general. )

favorite insect: butterflies & moths

favorite terrain: someplace where all elements meet.

TAGGED: @myersbprd ( I'm sorry I took FOREVER! ) TAGGING: @magaprima | @demonsfate | @archerwhiterp | @blxsscd-x-fxrsakcn + STEAL

[psychxpxthic]

𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒. ______________________________________________________________ Muse full name.   Edgar William Cizko

least favorite nickname.   One way to get under Edgar's skin in the worst of ways and lose all his respect if someone were to call him a ' Midget '. That is a very offensive and dehumanizing term; he also hates being called to or referred to as being weak / an idiot in any way.

least favorite season.   Winter if its a real brutal one that consists mainly of heavy snowfall(s). Edgar enjoys cooler weather, like fall, where he's able to most comfortably wear his suits but when it snows, for someone of his stature, having to trudge through all that hefty fall is a chore and very frustrating. Not to mention if and when that snow then turns into slush, he cannot stand that.

least favorite  –––  hot or cold?  Hot⸺ As stated before, Edgar flourishes most in cooler climates, and would much rather it be cold than hot. He especially hates when its very humid outside while also being insanely, suffocatingly hot.

least favorite holiday.   Christmas, he's a scrooge. Given how he does not have anyone in his life to celebrate any holidays with, he doesn't do anything really for ANY holidays. BUT the reason Christmas is the most despised is because of how long it lasts for. People already hype it up and talk about it the instant thanksgiving is over; also with how IN YOUR FACE it is, which makes it very hard to ignore. Kind of a silent reminder to him of how little of people he has in his life, whether he likes to admit it or not.

least favorite food.   Duck⸺ he does not like how oddly oily it is, and the texture of it along with its very odd aftertaste, he refuses it.

least favorite flavor.   Anything that is overly sweet and or has a processed sugary taste. Dont get me wrong, Edgar likes some sweet things, but he is VERY specific about it. He enjoys fruits, but when it comes to things like candies, chocolates, certain frostings, he would rather not.

least favorite drink.   Correlating to the prior thing about him disliking sweets, this goes with drinks also. A shake that is ramped up with a bunch of sweetener, or if its a chocolate shake, he won't enjoy any of it. Especially chocolate, he's not a fan of chocolate shakes nor malts.

least favorite scent.   'Fake floral scents' example being, a lavender scented detergent or a rose, jasmine, eucalyptus scented candle(s). The actual flower itself he typically is fine with, doesn't love it nor does he hate it, but once its made into a flavor like a candle, shampoo, etc... its a lot more nauseating and triggers him to get a headache / feel lightheaded if he's around these scents for too long.

least favorite sound.   Excessively loud music; when someone cranks up their radio so loud where you're unable to hear your own thoughts, so to speak. He also dislikes the sound of someone eating loudly with their mouths open.

least favorite tv shows.   I do not see Edgar being someone who watches TV so no input here.

least favorite area of school.   Most likely the hallways and RIGHT outside/ around the school building. Due to how Edgar behaved as a kid, being seen as perhaps most like a 'nerd' and given his size, he was a very easy target for bullying. Of course, side-comments can be made during class but since there was a teacher there it was far more tame as opposed to the bullying he got in the halls and outside of it.

least favorite aspect of their job.   TECHNICALLY speaking, Edgar really doesn't have a job. So- moving on

least favorite trait in others.   LYING. For Edgar the most undesirable thing someone could do is lie / be unfaithful. It doesn't matter if its a little white lie, just someone hiding the truth; especially if the person was able to look him in the face and do it too. And what else he dislikes in a person that sort of corresponds to this is also people who deny truths, even when faced with the facts.

least favorite place.   'Sycamore Asylum for the Chronic insane' Was the establishment that Edgar was forced into staying at when he was a kid up until he was old enough to sign for his own release. This was, and still is considered the worst parts of his life and it remains as being very traumatic to even talk // go back and think about for him.

least favorite thing to talk about.   Kinda just touched on it but, his time at Sycamore. Anything relating to his time spent there; the second runner up to this would be things having to do with his biological mother and adoptive mother/family.

least favorite thing about themselves.   Try my best to explain cause I myself have trouble putting it into words, or so I feel. There is a LOT of things Edgar doesn't like about himself, and in a way, it manifests itself into ego. So although he may come across as confident in himself, he actually kind of despises himself almost entirely as a whole.

least favorite daily chore.   Doing the dishes / doing laundry as he feels it takes up a lot of time.

least favorite type of clothing.   Anything that goes against his dapper style he would dislike / not wanna wear.

least favorite thing about falling in love.   How, in a way, vulnerable you need to be or make yourself be. Edgar has a lot of trust issues and the thought of having to put his guard down and trust someone ENTIRELY is a terrifying thought to him. That and developing feelings for another as a whole is a thing he's not used to and he'd rather push his feelings deep down and away about it, rather than express his feelings or admit these feelings so he doesn't have to face the possible outcome(s) that may happen IN expressing them.

least favorite thing about death.   Edgar really doesn't have a fear or opinion on death, but he also has never had an experience, least not yet, to give him a personal take or thought on death neither. He knows its there, that one day it will happen, but that's as far as his thoughts ever gone with it. ---------------------------- 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘. @banschivs thanks for the tag ! 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆. @babydxhl , @ofxfiercexfemales , @oflostinfound , @deviousmxnds , @the-rorschach-mask , @thelittlestdemon , @halfghcst, @frestoniia , and anyone else who wants to do it also

[softsnzstuff]

I bring questions 🍊

Favorite fictional world?

What’s a food you want to try?

What was the last book you read?

What’s a movie you wish you could see for the first time again?

If you could have any superpower, what would it be and why?

Favorite ice cream flavor and toppings (if any)?

Do you collect anything?

Favorite candy bar?

What’s your phone case?

What’s your favorite condiment?

(I have a google doc full of questions that I use for daily polls in a server I run lmao 😭)

Hello bestie! Don’t think I forgot about you. I’ve just been pondering my answers to these amazing questions!

•Favorite Fictional world?

Okay THIS is the question I’ve been hung up on for an hour because damn.

I thought the answer was easy - wizarding world - because who doesn’t want to be a wizard?? But there’s like. So many good options here.

SO my official answer is actually Doctor Who. Which is kinda silly bc it takes place legit on earth?? But I’d just have the ability to be the companion and travel? Like the 11th Doctor IS my comfort character. He makes me feel safe. He makes me feel special and loved and that’s so silly to say out loud lmfao rip but he’s all I had when I was having a rough time like ages 13-17 and so yeah. That’s my final answer. Doctor Who reality.

•A food you want to try?

I have never tried a macaron??? And they look so good but I have no idea what to expect!? So I really want to try one I’m just scared it’ll disappoint lol.

•Last book you read?

“All This Time” by Mikki Daughtry and Rachael Lippincott

I finished it in like three hours. Ending was….something.

•A movie you wish you could see again for the first time?

Damn this is a good one. For the very first time????

“Wet, Hot, American Summer” is a contender because it’s funny as shit always, but it hit different that first time. I was on the floor laughing my ass off. Like that film? Peak comedy for real.

But if I’m going for a more serious option… maybe “Rent” (2005) or “Harry Potter”.

•What superpower would I have and why?

Listen I’ve thought about this for YEARS. Because at first it was flying and then it was invisibility and then it was telekinesis.

But like in terms of cool shit - maybe something like Wanda Maximoff where I can dream walk and make people see things or let myself see things?

•Favorite Ice Cream Flavor?

I’m usually a milkshake gal. Either classic cookies n cream with the hot fudge drizzle OR peanut butter chocolate ((but only if I’m at Baskin Robbins)).

HOWEVER if we’re talking exclusive ice cream only - it’s a tie between “Circus animal cookie” from this local shop by my house OR “chocolate malted crunch” from the Thrifty’s inside RiteAid lol

•Do you collect anything?

Too many things. I collect certain coins - mostly diff variations of the quarters. I have a display book that has all of the 50 states series. Then I have a second display book with 49/50 state national parks ((looking for that last one god dammit)) and now I’m collecting the new series of historical women!! And it’s so cool bc the George Washington on the front is a different one than the other quarters! I also have like a silver penny and some other random rare ones from the past that were gifts.

I also collect Featherly Friends birds from Target ☠️ they have me in a chokehold, what can I say?

•Fave candy bar?

Chocolate candy bar? Twix. Hands down. But candy in general I actually go for strawberry or cherry sour punch straws. 🤤

•Phone case?

Okay so this do be my mental illness but I can never ever decide on one theme or pattern for a phone case and most of the decorative ones seem flimsy?? So deadass mine is a two-toned pink otterbox case 🤣

And before this it was a two toned purple otter box case. And even before that. A two toned blue otter box case 🤡 I’m just very clumsy okay

•Fave condiment?

It’s gotta be a tie between Ketchup and Ranch - however I think ketchup is more versatile? Idk it’s pretty even but I’m usually satisfied with one of those

(Pls note. Get out of here with that Fuckin Kranch shit I don’t want that here 🤣🤣))

[moveobjects]

get to know me

[useless info edition]

i just noticed i was tagged by @simmancy a couple days ago and need a distraction from final projects lmao

1. What do you have under your bed? some bags and other things i’ve never used since moving

2. Favorite candy? (be very specific if possible)  either buncha crunch or malted milk balls by this one chocolate shop in my hometown :)

3. Describe your favorite shirt: hm i think my favorite shirt right now (that isn’t a pajama shirt lmao) is just a simple black long sleeve shirt with an embroidered rose on the front

4. The last thing you drew/doodled was: i doodled some cursive words while doing some work earlier

5. Are you completely sober rn? aha yeah

6. What's the one thing that annoys you more than anything? god that’s tough i’m annoyed by so many things...a constant thing i encounter when im on campus are people just stopping and talking in the middle of the sidewalk/walkway and it drives me NUTS like i just get so annoyed when people lack awareness of their surroundings and how they’re inconveniencing people

7. Have you ever gotten your tongue stuck to a cold pole during winter? no!! i was warned about that so many times growing up in a cold state i never dared even attempt that

8. If you could be anywhere in the world right now, where would it be? at this very moment i’d love to be in my bed asleep instead of working on a project

9. What was the single last word you spoke? “tub” lol my cat was in the bath tub

i will tag some people but i’m sure a lot of people have already done this!! @threelakees​ @akitasimblr @poisonfireleafs​ and @minty-plumbob​ 

[calmdownandcook]

Calm Down and Cook Fancy Brownies

I once made dessert for an adult birthday party. The guest list was hip and chic New York City types and I wanted to impress. I wanted to impress but I also had little time available. So I went with a brownie mix but knew they couldn’t be “just brownies”, I thought I’d be so clever and just stir in different “mix-ins” into each of the 4 different batches of brownies. A little flavor intrigue for each brownie. This was so empowering because I immediately thought of 100 different choices. That was a long time ago and the only one I remember was Malt Balls. Malt balls are one of those things people always forget about but remember fondly. I put about one cup of malt balls in a ziplock bag, wrapped it in a dish towel, and smashed it with a hammer. This beautiful concoction of chips of chocolate and powdered malt was then stirred into the batter which was baked as usual. The party guests were blown away. I had invented malt ball brownies. What else could I invent and take all the credit for?

First step, a basic brownie. You may have a recipe that is tried and true but in a true “judgment-free zone” you can look to a mix. I like any mix by Ghirardelli’s but you can test out many to find your favorite. Some are fudgy, some are cakey. I like to line a brownie pan with foil or parchment. I make sure 2 opposite sides have some hanging over the edge. This way, if the pan is well-greased, you can lift the brownies right out and have tidy slices. Of course, the serving size is up to you, petite 1-inch squares or 3-inch slabs are both appropriate. Find the mix you like best and stick with it, and then start exploring options.

Explore Flavor your batter! A super easy way to bump up the flavor of your brownies is to simply add vanilla to the batter. It’s better but you don’t know why. This is where the phrase “je ne sais quoi” came from. But from there you can explore different flavor avenues. Instant coffee is lovely. 1 tablespoon is a good amount to start with, but be aware you are adding caffeine to the brownies (on top of the caffeine that comes with the chocolate). Call them mocha brownies and make your friends think you worked harder than you did. Try 1 teaspoon of cinnamon and call them Mexican, super easy (is there a place for a ½ spoonful of chili pepper here?) Is there a spice combo you love? Can you imagine it with chocolate? I can imagine something like ginger and cardamon. Give it a try, give it a fancy name. Another easy way to customize your brownies is with things stirred into the batter. Chocolate chips are the easiest. It can be bittersweet or milk chocolate, everyone has strong feelings about their favorite. An additional 3/4 cup of chips can actually be any kind and there’s a lot on the market now. White chocolate, peanut butter chips, cinnamon chips, and toffee also work as the additional stir-in. Nuts…go nuts. ¾ cup of your favorite kind. Walnuts and Almonds are good. You can go with pecans but I personally, for no specific reason, dislike pecans. Macadamia would be luxurious. Dried fruit is a way to pretend that your brownies are healthy. I’m kinda fond of dried cherries. Dried apricots mixed with chopped candied ginger would be elegant around the holidays. And now, candy. Add candy to your brownies. As previously mentioned, roughly chopped malt balls are very good and have a wee bit of a retro vibe. Very easy to do, try roughly chopped Andes Candies. And finally, a no-brainer, chopped Snickers bars, two of them should do. All these mix-ins can be stirred into the batter or sprinkled on top. Are you ready to take it one step further? Look to jam. You will want to use no more than ¾ cup. If you warm jam in the microwave a tiny bit it will become runnier. After you put your batter in the pan, put blobs of jam evenly spaced around the top. Then take a knife or a spoon and swirl around. Try to keep it evenly spaced. This is something that can be done with any nut butter too. A Cheesecake ribbon throughout the brownies is fun. I have found 8 ounces of cream cheese mixed thoroughly with an egg and a ⅓ of a cup of sugar is perfect. Stir these together until perfectly smooth and then swirl throughout. Once you perfect this you can flavor the cream cheese mixture with vanilla, instant coffee, or whatever you want.