#burnt butter ice cream

[totheblood]

even more modern!ellie headcanons

a/n: just a little something... again AI AUDIOS AT THE END... replies and reblogs are appreciated

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ellie is a homebody, and usually will have to be dragged out by you or dina

honestly she’s never ‘dragged’ out by you, she usually likes to tag along if she knows you’re going somewhere where there will be a lot of people

it’s not that she doesn’t trust you, it’s that she doesn’t trust the people around you

you don’t really mind anyway, you like how she loops her finger in the belt of your jeans and pulls you closer to her when she notices someone staring at you

if the person doesn’t stop she’s not above pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear while making direct eye contact with the person

you giggle, throwing your head back slightly and turning to look at her in the dim light, “what’s gotten into you, ellie?”

“that dick keeps looking at you,” another kiss pressed to your jaw, “don’t like it.”

but she’d much rather stay at home with you, both of you tucked under her comforter with the air conditioner turned down to 64° and whatever show you’re watching at the time on the tv

she hates to admit it, but she loves grey’s anatomy (she swore to you she’d never like it with a scoff and “that show is shit, babe. it’s for like, middle-aged moms with no life.”)

but now as you both have your eyes glued to the screen, she can’t help but scoff every time george is on the screen

“what?”

“he’s just such a fucking loser, this guy.”

“he’s not the worst.”

“he’s pretty fucking bad… why would he sleep with meredith and then make it about him when she starts crying! it’s obvious she’s vulnerable… i just don’t like him.”

ellie gets pretty passionate when watching tv. she’s always sharing her opinions with you, looking at you for validation or arguing when you disagree with her

she’ll always add something like: “you’re lucky you’re cute” or “if you weren’t my girlfriend i’d tear your argument apart” and then kiss you on your nose and go back to watching tv

ellie is an awful cook… like so bad

one time she tried to make a recipe for your anniversary, thinking it would be easy but ended up failing miserably

she’s the type to write out the grocery list and cross shit off as she picks things up… even when she doesn’t know what it means

she didn’t know what trader joe’s was, so when she got there she’d be picking shit up and looking at it with a weird look on her face, “mango… joe joe’s? what the fuck is that?” she’d mutter before putting the box back on the shelf

but eventually she’s getting sucked in, picking up a box of mini ice cream cones, cookie butter, and the rest of the groceries needed for the meal she planned on making for you

you come over and the place is a mess, there is flour all over the counter and floors, pots and pans piled up in the stove, and ellie is stood over a bowl, mixing with a giant wooden spoon

“ellie?”

“shit.. fuck,” she curses, jumping a little bit before turning and smiling at you, her eyes looking you up and down, “you fucking scared me. you’re early.”

“no, i’m not.”

ellie’s eyes glance down at her watch, cursing as she bolts towards the stove a “no, no, no,” falling from her lips as she opens and sees the chicken inside burnt to a crisp. she’s throwing on her mitt and pulling the pan out, sighing as she watches all her hard work go to waste.

“you were trying to cook for me?”

ellie forgot you were there for a moment, her jumping a little at the sound of your voice and wiping the sweat from her forehead as she gives you her best smile, even though it’s strained.

“babe, i’m sorry, i- i don’t know where i went wrong,” she sighs, watching as you walk closer to her and put your hands on the counter behind her trapping her in.

“don’t be sorry” you kiss the side of her lips and smile against her skin, tasting her sweat, “it’s sweet… no one’s ever cooked for me before.”

she’s blushing and leaning into you, your warmth providing her some comfort from her previous stress 

“you look nice,” she whispers below her breath, but you can still feel the puffs of air coming out of her mouth, “you deserve a good meal.”

“i’m not picky,” you whisper back, giggling as ellie’s heart leaps in her chest. she loves you so much it hurts

her hands rest at your hips when she kisses you gently, saying something about missing you that you miss because of how her lips feel against yours

you order takeout that night and eat it as you help her clean up the mess she made

“have you ever been to trader joe’s? that shit was crazy”

ellie is the type of girlfriend to send you two people from a tv show or an edit and be like “babe, this is so us”

or to think it’s so cute when you have matching icons on instagram, tiktok, or twitter

she just wants to show you off all the time

she draws the line at a joint couple account though

she’s always writing things about you, whether it be in her journal, little poems, or songs about you

she’d post a song she wrote you on tiktok with the caption “wrote this song about my lover” and not expect it to blow up

but then she’s receiving a million comments about how sweet it is and how people wish someone would do something like that for them

she doesn’t like the comment “can your gf fight” so she’s responding to all of them like “no, she can’t, but i can and i will! LEAVE MY GF ALONE!!”

but she’d brag about it to you, shoving her phone in your face and saying “look, your girlfriend is fucking famous.”

when you gasp and grab her face congratulating her in between kisses her face grows red and she’s smiling so wide her cheeks hurt

“don’t forget me when you become famous.”

“how could i forget my muse?”

ellie loves listening to music with you and will make you a playlist that she updates with every song she listens to that reminds her of you

she’s incredibly corny in that way

she always wants to listen to the music you suggest to her, wanting to be closer to you in any way she can

even if she doesn’t like it she’s pretending she loves it and playing it constantly, even when you aren’t around

ai audios:

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[elodieunderglass]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[the-witchhunter]

Apples in Caramel Bourbon Sauce

Want a delicious dessert? Want to up your game? Why not both? This recipe once literally got me laid, it’s that damn good, so use at your own discretion

Or not, I’m not your mother

Ingredients:

2 apples (gala or honeycrisp recommended)

1/2 cup - 3/4 cup sugar (depend on size of apples and thus the amount of sauce needed)

4 tablespoons butter (I use salted, if using unsalted I recommend a pinch of salt on the final step)

“A splash” of bourbon (couple tablespoons to a 1/4 cup)

1) core and cut apples. Peeling is optional. Smaller pieces will cook faster so I prefer cutting into 1/8 slices and cutting those slices I half, but theoretically you could just cut the apples in half. Just make them roughly the same size

2) have all your ingredients on hand. Seems silly to make this its own step? If you have to hunt down during the next step you risk burning and starting it over. Just have your stuff ready

3) in a dry frying pan, add sugar and heat on medium. DO NOT WALK AWAY! Heat until sugar is melted and caramelized. It’ll start to darken and at this stage it can go from perfect to burnt very quickly. Stir with wooden spoon if needed to prevent burning but it’ll likely clump. Just break up clumps and it’ll melt when it’s hot enough.

4) add the butter and stir to combine. At this point it’s a very rudimentary caramel sauce.

5) add apple. It’ll likely seem too thick and not coat the apples immediately but just let them cook, stirring occasionally until apples are tender. How long? Depends how big you made your apple chunks. Sauce will get thinner as it pulls out moisture from the apples 

6) fish out cooked apples once tender and set aside

7) reduce sauce for a minute or two

8) add splash of bourbon (not from the bottle directly) and cook until harsh alcohol taste is cooked off

Serve by itself or the recommended method of over a scoop of vanilla ice cream, still warm

Makes 2-4 servings

#recipes #recipe #dessert #apples in caramel bourbon sauce #food #cooking #this is actually an original recipe #kinda #I significantly tweaked an Alton brown recipe that I can no longer find #called for spices and rum if I remember right #but this specific version was so good it’s the one I make

[undead-supernova]

I'll Pay the Price, You Won't.

Monsters in the Darkest Dark

Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8

Masterlist

plot: "I broke my own heart 'cause you were too polite to do it."

Pairings: modernrockstar!Eddie x fem!popstar!Reader (curvy!reader, bisexual!reader)

Warnings: media/public scrutiny of reader's body, hurt/no comfort, fighting, mention of smoking, my apologies

easter egg count: 27

wc: 3k

You didn’t mean for any of this to happen.

Honest to God, your intentions were nothing but pure.

And yet, against all odds, your fate was sealed the moment madness broke loose.

The morning had been gentle, awoken by the smell of burnt toast and melted butter. Eyes opening to the sight of Eddie handing you a plate and a cup of coffee. It was simple. Effortless.

He greeted you with a slow kiss, leaving behind the drag of your teeth against his lips. Toast left to grow cold on the nightstand as you dragged Eddie back into bed.

Most of the morning and afternoon seemed to slip away seamlessly, with gentle kisses and sunscreen and the promise of Jeff’s cooking. And it was all fine and good that evening, laughter pouring from your lips as you sat with Eddie. With Jeff, Gareth, Grant, and Ronnie. Playing an awful round of drunken charades and talking about what was next for the band. Wondering what the next album would sound like. Ultimately, Jeff was the one to shut it down, walking into the room with ice cream and a promise to watch Taskmaster.

But Eddie wanted to head to the beach alone, saying he wanted a moment to himself. You couldn’t blame him. This night was especially beautiful, the stars sprinkled against the obsidian of the sky. The air was just right, blowing a cool breeze through your overheated bodies and leaving behind warmth.

You paused at the halfway point between the beach and your shared house, watching him tuck a cigarette between his lips. Told him you’d see him soon. You let him go, disconnecting your matching calloused fingertips before heading back to your room.

Downed a few glasses of water. Laid back on your bed. Grabbed your phone for quite literally the first time since you’d called Este the previous morning. It’d been left idle on the nightstand, finding the lack of connection quite freeing.

But there you were, ready to venture back on. 

So, you opened Instagram.

It was supposed to be a silly little post. Really, that was all it was supposed to be. A moment of nonchalance. Nothing too big. Just a wish for Mary to have a happy birthday tomorrow when you couldn’t be there yourself. A small gesture of appreciation during the stress of finals.

But as soon as it was posted, you saw the comments grow.

And grow.

And grow.

And you knew you shouldn’t have looked.

You knew.

But you did it anyways.

You pressed on that stupid little comment icon.

And you found exactly what you shouldn’t have.

“What?” you whispered to yourself before going to Google and searching your name.

And within seconds, it was there in front of you. Articles splattered with pictures of you and Eddie on the beach. Specifically zoomed in on your stomach from the side. There was one of you and Eddie sleeping, as if that wasn’t creepy enough. Three showed a red circle drawn around your tummy and the appearance of a double chin. And then there was a video of you making out from across the street, laughing and all over each other. One or two pictures of you in the club, dancing in the mosh pit.

Of course, all the pictures made Eddie look good. A fucking dreamboat. But you? Not a chance.

The articles said nothing about Eddie other than feeling bad for him. But for you, they spoke about how you “gained weight.” How you were “unhealthy.” How you looked “horrible” compared to him. That you were letting yourself go, standing next to the Rockstar who’d only “dated” thin girls; healthy girls—trying to make the words synonymous with one another. Trying to tell the public that your normal body was the problem.

And by association, you. You were the problem.

Eddie had promised privacy, safety. That this was an island of seclusion. And here the internet was, laughing at you. Laughing at Eddie for being dumb enough to be with you. Laughing at your relationship. Despite your heated kisses. Despite the grin on his face and his arms around you. Despite every pretty word that left his lips when he was given the chance.

And, yeah, maybe his words should’ve mattered more.

But you couldn’t help but consider it.

Maybe they were right. Maybe you didn’t fit.

And it was only a matter time before Eddie saw it.

You didn’t know what the breaking point was, couldn’t pinpoint the exact cause of the shift. Maybe it was one of the comments, one of the pictures. Maybe it was the metallic taste in your mouth that began to turn sour with nausea. It could’ve been the girl from last night or the way Ronnie never stopped looked at you like you were running out of time.

Regardless, you snapped.

And you knew you had to leave before Eddie had the chance. Find a way to break him gently so he didn’t feel obligated to keep dating you. Out of pity, out of politeness. 

If you left in the night, left in the shadow of the moonlight, maybe it could soften the blow. 

A swift, clean break. 

But as you started packing, you couldn’t help the tears gushing down your cheeks. Voices came at you from every part of your brain, screaming each vile word spoken about you in the last few years. 

It was too much now, the internet doing exactly what it wanted to do. You’d tried not caring. You’d tried to block out the noise and focus on the life you desperately wanted to live. Tried to let the love you and Eddie shared be the only sight, the only sound that mattered. But you just couldn’t take it anymore.

And maybe you needed to leave it all behind. Give the world what they wanted and go dark. Erase yourself from the public, from the narrative, and find a way to fade from view. Vanish into the shadows and let yourself become merely an echo in the ever-flowing chamber of public consumption. 

But where would Eddie be in all of this? What would you do with the silence, with the echoes of him drifting down your hallways? How would you be able to willingly follow that treacherous quiet? And was there any chance of survival?

It all ripped through you, your sobs ricocheting off the walls. 

And it was then that you heard his voice.

“Hey, sweetheart, what’s going on?” he asked, rushing over to you. “Are you leaving? Hey, talk to me. What happened?”

He was so beautiful in his black tank top, hair finally resting over his shoulders for the first time in days. A pretty reminder of just how much this was going to sting.

“I can’t keep dealing with this stuff,” you muttered, zipping up your suitcase. “I need to go.”

“Dealing with what?”

You couldn’t help the bitter chuckle that left your lips as you opened up your phone, still honed in on a TMZ article. He took your phone, eyebrows furrowing as he scanned the pictures. Read the accompanying sentences. 

But then he paused, avoiding your gaze. Voice growing quiet as he said, “I thought you stopped looking at social media.”

“I just wanted to post something for Mary’s birthday,” you explained. “And then…” 

“Sweetheart,” he said gently as he put the phone on the bed. “You’re so beautiful—"

“I don’t believe what they say about me,” you stated, watching his eyes widen as they finally met yours. “I’ll make that clear. I know my body is beautiful the way it is. I know that it’s my body and it doesn’t need to look the way that I’ve been told it needs to. I don’t feel bad about my body.”

“Then why…”

“Because it’s invasive,” you said. “Because I have become a target and I’ve got a lot of easy shots to take. My dating history, my weight. The validity of my bisexuality when I write about men. All of it. 

“Eddie, I am tired of being a joke. I am tired of being seen as some fictional character to write think pieces about and scrutinize and everything else. Maybe I should go into hiding for a while or something.” You shook your head, trying to go back to your frantic packing. “I don’t know. I just can’t be here.”

“I’ll come with you,” he said, pointing at his pile of clothes in the corner. “We can go back to New York and—"

“No,” you said harshly, looking at him. “I don’t want you to come with me.”

Slowly, he lowered his arm. “Uh, why not?”

You paused, knowing you had to deal the blow. Even if it was the last thing you ever wanted to do. “Because I don’t know if we should keep going. I don’t know if this is good for us. For you.”

He flinched away from you; eyes still boring into yours. “What the fuck are you even saying? That you’re just giving up on us because of strangers on the internet?” He scoffed. “Like they matter? I mean, what do they have to do with our relationship?”

His eyes widened, the reality of the situation washing over him. “If their dumb opinions win right now, what does that make me? Collateral damage? Or does that… Does that mean that I’m the problem?”

“Eddie, you’re not a problem at all—"

“It sure sounds like it,” he interrupted. “What’s the common denominator in all this? I asked you to be mine. I’m the one who got you the bikini. I’m the one who asked you to come. I’m the reason you’re given this shit.” He let out a short laugh. “I guess I’m the problem in this equation, huh? Gotta cut me out.”

“No!” you exclaimed before pointing at your chest. “I’m the problem, Eddie! It’s me!”

“Bullshit.”

“Eddie…”

“You act like you’re some problem for everyone,” he started. “With all these fucking people that love you, that see that goodness in you—see the real you. Like…you don’t even realize how much you actually shine.” He sighed, shaking his head. “And yet, you chose to be with me. I didn’t even really understand why, but I was just fucking happy to be yours.”

“Eddie, please,” you whispered. You didn’t know what you were asking. For him to stop saying these things? To stop fighting for you? To give up when you wanted nothing but to stop hurting him? 

Eddie took a step forward, eyes never leaving yours. “And I was so fucking happy because I’m crazy about you. And I thought you were, too.” He paused before his face drew closer. “Are you?”

You sniffled, no longer trying to wipe away your tears. And you cracked, unable to stop yourself from nodding. Because Eddie was what made you weak, made you bend. 

His face was so close, and his cheeks were flushed. You could smell the ocean and the faint hint of nicotine wafting off him. Could feel your callouses brush up against one another. And you were curling into yourself, daunted by the weight of his presence. By his stare.  

How could someone like Eddie still want you through all of this?

“Y-yeah,” you uttered. “Yeah, I am.”

Closer now, his forehead met yours. But your eyes still held each other, neither one of you able to look away.

“Then why can’t that be enough?”

A ragged breath left your lips. “We know why.”

“They don’t matter.”

“Maybe they’re right,” you whispered. “Maybe they see what we can’t.”

His features softened, his lower lip beginning to tremble. “Am I not worth it?”

You shook your head. “Don’t say that about yourself. Please.”

“You told me last night that you never wanted to be with anyone else,” he said, jaw tightening as his eyes glassed over. “And now you’re breaking up with me? Did you really just lead me on for six months? ‘Cause I thought you wanted to stay. That…that, I don’t know, you trusted me. Trusted what we have. Because it’s real. It’s all real. At least…at least it is for me.”

He took a step back, shaking his head. Emotions darted across his face, seeming to change every few seconds.

Frustration, anger. 

Sorrow, grief.

And then he sniffled. Tears spilled over. His face fell into a scarlet flush, lips curling open as a sob left his mouth. 

Every little detail that was surely going to haunt you for the rest of your life. 

“I just don’t fit in your world,” you whispered.

“That’s fucking horse shit,” he cried, furiously wiping the tears from his eyes. “You fit in so perfectly to my life. Can you not fucking see that?”

You could only reflect him, trying to cease your tears as you watched your hearts break in real time.

“I don’t,” you whispered. “You just don’t see that yet. I’m doing this for you.”

“No, you’re doing this for you.”

“This is the right thing to do!” you exclaimed, a hiccup escaping your lips. “This is how I protect you!”

“This is how you protect yourself.”

“Eddie, please. You can’t see it yet, but I promise I’m not good for you.”

Everyone knows it, you wanted to say. They see right through me.

And in due time, he would, too.

Eddie stepped towards you, lifting his hand to your face as if he was going to caress your cheek. But he stopped, curling his fist before bringing it to his lips to try and suppress a hiccup. Shook his head. As if he knew he had lost. As if this battle was already over and he was collecting his participation trophy.

“If you do this, you’re hurting me!” he exclaimed, gasping. “And if you sit there and act like you’re not good enough for me? You’re not just wasting that shit on yourself. You’re losing me in the process.”

“Eddie, I…” You couldn’t even finish your sentence. It was all there, lodged in your throat, unable to escape.

“Do you want to lose me?” he asked, tugging at his hair. “Do you care?”

“You know I care,” you said harshly. “That’s why I have to do this.”

“No, no, no. I’m showing my cards, okay?” he croaked, pressing his hand against his heart. “I don’t want to be with anyone else. I want you. I want a life with you, and I don’t want to sit here and have to wonder what anyone else thinks about it. I meant it when I said I wouldn’t trade you for the world.

“Could you say the same?”

Your eyes darted between his, soaking in his words as they spilled from his lips. He was saying all of the right things, all of the tiny things that made you want to cave. Made you want to call this off and get into bed. Forget that you ever made a decision. But you knew that you had to do this. If it wasn’t now, it would happened eventually.

And your silence was enough for him.

 “I just,” he sighed. “I love you.”

A short gasp left your lips.

He’d said it. He actually said it.

And you were still standing there, saying nothing.

Doing nothing.

Eddie crossed his arms over his stomach, digging his fingernails into his elbows. You could see him pushing into his stomach. 

“Say something,” he pleaded.

“I’m setting you free, Eddie,” you replied, barely above a whisper. “Goodbye.”

Grabbing your suitcase, you reluctantly took a few steps towards the door.

“Why do you have to do this?” you heard him whisper, voice cracking. Like he was saying it to himself. Like he knew that this was done. 

You turned back.

“I’m here fighting for you. And you’re just…walking away.”

And though you watched him fall to his knees, cries getting louder, you didn’t help him up.

You wanted to. Oh, how you wanted to fall back into him and explain that you wanted him so badly that it was tearing you apart. That you also wanted to fall to the floor, contort yourself into a fetal position and hyperventilate. That you understood. 

But you didn’t.

Like a coward, you walked away. 

You sat on a bench by the pier for a while, sobbing into your hands, drenching your skin in salty tears. Listened to the crashing of the ocean, the white noise driving you to the brink of insanity. You stayed there until the sun came up, regretting everything you’d said. Everything you did. 

But it was already too late, catching the first boat back to the mainland.

So now you were sitting on the back of a boat, staring at the empty dock as you waited to pull away.

And in the distance, you thought you saw Eddie standing there.

But it wasn’t him.

It was Ronnie, with her arms crossed over her chest, giving you a scowl. Body rigid as she watched you go.

“You’re nothing but a coward.”

“I know you’ll gladly throw it away just because it isn’t the fucking fairytale you imagined.”

But there was one other thing Ronnie had said to you, the one that stayed stuck in your mind the entire way back.

“Don’t drag someone into your fucking mess if you can’t clean it up.”

And that’s exactly what you were. A godforsaken mess that had to be removed before you could ruin Eddie’s life any further. And if it cut you to the core, sobs wracking your body the moment you fell into Scott’s arms at the airport, then so be it. 

“What did he do?” he asked, pulling you further into the private lounge.

You merely shook your head, clutching your fifth tissue smattered in tears and snot. “It was me. I’m just a fucking mess. A stupid, idiotic fool. A coward. A fucking idiot. I—” 

You choked on another sob, curling further into his chest.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay,” he whispered. “You’re not any of those things, okay? You’re only human.”

Not to anyone else, you wanted to say. I’m not a human being. I’m just a machine for others to gawk at. 

“I wish I could go back to the beginning.”

“As much as I wish I could take you back…” Scott sighed. “Darlin’, none of us can go back.”

Seven hours later, you ended up back at your New York house without paparazzi sneaking into the airport. Sat in the deafening silence, all alone. Went to your bed, alone, staring at the made bed. Shook your head. Decided to go back downstairs. Laid on the couch, curling into a fetal position.

You didn’t know how long you stayed there, making yourself as small as you could. But you watched dusk turn into dawn. And as the cold light of morning washed over you, you realized that your life was never going to be the same. Eddie Munson was gone.

And as far as anyone knew, so were you.

as always, a big thanks to @strangergraphics for her lovely dividers. sorry to *gunshot* you all in the process of releasing this!

#Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson angst #modern!eddie munson #modern!eddie x reader #Eddie Munson x female reader #boyfriend!eddie munson #rockstar!eddie #rockstar eddie munson

[aiweirdness]

AI-generated donuts

If you're going to open a late-night donut shop, you're going to need a unique set of over-the-top donuts to set the proper festive atmosphere. But how to keep the ideas coming?

I decided to see what donut ideas I could get using OpenAI's GPT-3 text-generating models. I collected seven of the weirdest donuts and descriptions I could find (such as a pizza donut, or a dirt-themed donut), and presented them as a list for the AI to complete. I've drawn a few of the best donuts it added to the list.

[human illustrations of some of the ai-generated donuts below]

When I say I used "GPT-3" for this project it's hard to be exact about it, because OpenAI often updates the models. The newest GPT-3 versions (as of May 2022) actually did the worst at this task - they kept presenting me with real donuts that they'd seen during their online training, and not even particularly weird donuts. They were trying to match what was most common online, not what I was asking for. But the original early-2020 GPT-3 models were more willing to deliver the weirdness. Here are some more of my favorite results from the various models!

The biggest model, DaVinci

Violet Beauregarde - A lemon glazed donut with blue raspberry eyes and a raspberry center The Candleberry Flu - A chocolate doughnut filled inside with ganache plus a dripping candle on top that's dripping liquid sediments Brick of Yum - A glazed doughnut sandwiching American cheese, with red pepper jelly inside The Confusatron - A doughnut sliced into three layers - vanilla, coconut, and chocolate, dipped in chocolate ganache and topped with sugar pearls that look like circuit boards The Purple Stuff - Chocolate, oreo, and purple stuff sprinkled with powdered sugar

Curie, the second-largest model

Heckleberry - A strawberry donut smothered with blueberry syrup and crushed vegan Crunchies Donut of Doom - Rainbow donut filled with Frosted Flakes, black sprinkles, and sour candy The Alligator Rising - A spiral donut, frosted with chocolate and filled with a filling of chocolate hard-boiled egg and green apple slices Hell Raisin - A jelly donut with a filling of peanut butter and hot dogs Dark Crystal - A donut filled with candy corn and white chocolate chips I ♥ My Gay Ex - A rainbow Jell-O donut with white frosting, red sugar sprinkles, and pink glitter Fish N' Chips – Topped with chocolate and tangy tempura-flavoured icing

Babbage, the second-smallest model

Mr Crepe - Topped with tapioca pudding, green sprinkles Little Red Apples - Topped with pumpkin bread crumbs and small red apples Chalkista - Stationary donut with chalk dusting Horns - Cupcake gripped in both of the animal’s horns Julius Rooms - A pair of bottomless donuts Doughnut Forest - A profusion of donuts spread throughout the French Quarter Flintlock fennec - bacon, fried okra, and burnt thermochromic alcohol Baffle - cocoa powder, giraffes, and vanilla wafers

Ada, the smallest and definitely weirdest model

Bath Roll - Three donuts melted hot on one side Friar Flats - Topped with tomatoes, honey, red paint and ceramic chili caps Ponder Owls - magical, yellow-feathered donuts covered in icing with puffiness and shine By Soul - filled with firecrackers, black bean dip, red pepper syrup, and watermelon Coconut Fun - Sulphure hasn’t been wiped off, a demon cake filled with coconut cream and pistachios Blood Donut - Creamy moist donut topped with spoonfuls of delicious blood Goofy Trick - the elephant, is a clown and it's all about tossing treats into his skull Spankin’ - Other-colored donut with a frying pan in the middle

Bonus content: More of Ada's weird donuts (plus some donuts made of antimatter??)

Also you can buy the donuts on a tea towel! Along with pies, cookies, and breakfast cereals.

#neural networks #food #donuts #gpt-3 #doughnuts #giraffes

[randomfoggytiger]

Curated settle-down-frohike Fics

I adore these fics, written with a mixture of mature sweetness and youthful buoyancy. @settle-down-frohike often evokes the tiny, careful fumbles of new, awkward steps forward or the righteously incensed fury of condemnation or determination. Both are integral to Mulder and Scully as individuals and as a unit; and both are crafted into these pieces with startling clarity and simplicity.

These fics made an early and meaningful impact on my fandom experience; and I still cling tightly to them.

@settle-down-frohike: Masterlist and Ao3

MSR+the desert

He gives the space in front of him a blank once over, obviously preparing for a scathing trademark Mulder monologue, and she’s thinking: here it comes. Her chin raises in defiance, but she can feel her heart begin to pound. 

Post Never Again Mulder has reached his limit.

for the WIP prompt: hospital

“Mulder.” He glanced up, but past her. “I’m fine, Scully,” indignantly going back to the task at hand. And she’d have believed him too, if he wasn’t looking through her, if his pitch hadn’t been a little too high, if he hadn’t forgotten the fact that her shoes were the very last thing to put on and she wasn’t even out of her hospital gown yet. She allowed it out of pity, mostly. Or humor. But his hands shook, fumbling with the laces like a feening alcoholic.

Redux II Mulder is trying to hide his emotions behind preparations for Scully to come home. (Edit: confirmed to be Redux II, not Empedocles by the author! Yes, answers!)

120 for the drabble prompt

The last of these luxuries is currently failing at wiping burnt butter grease from her formerly spotless countertop when Scully, fresh from the hospital, comes wobbling in arm-in-arm with her mother, who’s exasperated expression at the unfamiliar acrid smell of the place is written clearly across her face. They are both damp and stumbling from the downpour outside and the shared clumsiness of her daughter on percocet. Maggie shoots him a flustered glance. The medical journals are new but soggy, waiting on her coffee table. The ice cream is now melted and leaking, forgotten to prevent the sounding of a smoke alarm. 

Post Tithonus Scully is both groggy and happy with Mulder's ministering mishaps. Maggie, not so much.

Luctus

Scully clasps her hands together, wanting to look as much like she is listening as possible, but more so to hide the fact that her hands are trembling. His eyes are glassy, wild and distant. She doesn’t know where this is going.

“I was her favorite you know.” She looks up and he’s staring straight into her. The uneasiness won’t let up. This brazenness is so unlike him. He’s nodding again. “I was,” his gaze focuses back to the wall now, “That’s why she chose her. It had to be,” and just as suddenly his head drops between his knees and his shoulders begin to shake in silent sobs. “It had to be, Scully. Why would she do that?” he croaks.

Post Sein und Zeit Scully has to get Mulder throw that one long, incredibly grueling night.

Sensory Integration (Tumblr)

Only people don’t talk directly to ghosts about their scars and miraculous healing and their perfect health. They’ve been circling each other cautiously since she came to retrieve him this morning. He senses her restlessness and gets the distinct impression that she’s holding back from latching into him and falling apart. He’s grateful for her restraint, because he can’t handle sudden movements right now. If she were to approach too fast in his direction, he’d end up curled in the fetal position somewhere in a corner, protecting his vital organs. He doesn’t know how he knows this, he just does. He’s like one giant Pavlovian experiment.

Stimulus.

Response.

Repeat.

Three Words, Mulder's PTSD, and Scully's heartbreaking understanding.

Magneticus

“Mulder, aren’t we supposed to have a wedding ring for this?” And the unintended double meaning isn’t lost on him. He can tell Scully is regretting the phrase immediately by the fact that she’s now holding her breath.

“You can use a needle too, Scully. Hold still.” Her eyes follow his hand warily as it stretches towards her cheek. “OW!!” He comes away with a single amber stand and carefully threads the eye, double loops it and dangles above her swollen middle. They wait. She sighs heavily.

“Mulder…”

“You know this practice isn’t without scientific theory Scully.” His voice has taken on that nasal quality it tends to when he’s talking mostly to himself.

S8 Mulder tries to determine the baby's gender with the ol' needle twirl. (The ending lines are seared into my brain, forever.)

Paternitas (Tumblr)

 I need to make sure the baby’s nurse comes back for a diaper check. This guy isn’t ready.  I note the various monitors and change her bag. 

 "Would you like to hold him?“ That gets him to look right at me, with an unidentifiable expression.  He looks over at the bassinet, back to me and his mouth opens, but nothing comes out. He’s blinking furiously.  Bless. Indecision and panic are clear as day in his eyes. But something else, too. He looks…guilty. It’s the strangest thing. I can sense that he wants to hold the baby but can’t bring himself to.

While Existence Scully is unconscious and recovering in Georgia, a local nurse looks after her barely functioning partner.

Headcanon

Only once had he feared the words had lost their meaning. He’d come out of his office, in a sparse moment of clarity and had called her name. She appeared from the kitchen, coffee in hand and hair mussed from slumber. It must have been morning. His name had ended with a question mark, clearly surprised by his emergence and the rest of the phrase had gone flat. Her eyes were wide but vacant, “I’m here.”

And then one day he emerged and found that she wasn’t.

My Struggle II Mulder and Scully: first names, nightmares, and comforting each other through the years.

5 Pt. AU Prompts - Chapter 2

Prognosis. Stunted and ignorant. Crushing her under its clumsy, suffocating weight of formality. What does it know. He is a miracle. And miracles defy logic.

AU-- Mulder gets cancer; and Scully is ready for war.

Thank you for reading~

Enjoy!

#txf #fic #Curated settle-down-frohike #settle-down-frohike #Collector's Edition #meta #Curated #xf fic #xf fanfic #x-files #xfiles #the x files #mine #xf meta #analysis

[shylighthi]

@breannasfluff - Finish the Prompt: LU Style!

Fluff <3

Hyrule wipes his forehead and turns to Wild with hopeful eyes. “So? How did I do?”

Wild’s face does this funny thing where it goes through too many emotions at once and ends up scrunched. “Well…six fires in just three hours is your personal best! The only problem is that we’re making fruit salad…”

“I need to cook the fruit!”

“Well, about that…”

“And then there’s that sauce you wanted me to add to it.”

“Which is… warmed in a pan.”

“And don’t get me started on the whipped cream!"

They both turn to look at the jar which once held cream and now holds…chuchu jelly. And maybe some butter.

It’s at this moment that Legend walks in and freezes, sniffing the air. “Do I even want to know?”

“Ledge!” Hyrule grabs a spoonful of something from his bowl and holds it out. “Taste this and tell me what you think!”

The veteran is dubious, but at a nod from Wild, accepts the spoon. Then his face scrunches up because it tastes–

-good… Legend had frozen in place. He looks down at the spoon and blinks a few times because this didn't taste burnt like the rest of the room smelled.

Hyrule frowned assuming the worst from Legend's pause. Wild smiled sympathetically at Hyrule and put a hand on his shoulder, ready to go into mother cuccoing mode.

“It's.. it's good, Hyrule.”

Wild and Hyrule matched Legend's previous expression of shock. “What?” Wild didn't mean to sound like he didn't have any faith in the meal.

Legend offered the spoon and Wild took it with more haste than he intended. He scooped out some of the concoction. The second it hit his mouth he was almost overwhelmed by it. Somehow, it was sweet with a bit of salt, a little tangy, probably from the chu chu jelly but the fruit had no burnt taste to it despite being charred in some places. “It has a weird aftertaste but it really is good.”

Hyrule was almost vibrating with excitement. “Really? You really think so?” Wild offered him the spoon. Hyrule tasted it and a moment later wrapped his arms around Wild.

Wild smiled and hugged him back. “You did good, Rulie.”

Legend put a hand on Hyrule's back. “Maybe we can learn some things from you. I mean, I want to know how you accomplished this, both of you. If I didn't know any better, you stole this from the castle!”

Hyrule looked up at Legend, his eyes watering. Legend jerked his hand away. Had he said something wrong? No, because in the next moment, Hyrule had launched himself off of Wild and pulled Legend into a crushing hug. “Thank you.”

Legend smiled and hugged Hyrule in return. “Shouldn't be thanking me for the truth.”

Wild joined their hug a moment later, wrapping an arm over each of them. “You should join us next time, Legde! Your ice rod would have helped us a lot.”

Legend glanced over to the burnt pots before closing his eyes and relaxing. “I can see that.. maybe I will.”

#this was fun! #im glad you did this! #also it gave me something to do as i watch a play for one of my classes #legend is soft you cannot tell me otherwise #linked universe #lu wild #lu fanfiction #lu hyrule #lu legend #lu ftp

[count-alucard-tepes]

hello! I like reading your op hotties post. So I want to ask for one too, if it is ok with you 🥺

OP hotties like/fave/preferred ice cream flavor? 🍨

Thank you so much!

Everyone welcome Koby to this hotties list!!!😍😍😍

Kizaru ✨: vanilla

Akainu🌋: green tea

Ryokugyu 🌱: Belgian chocolate

Fujitora 🐅: cookies and cream

Sir Crocodile 🐊: rum raisin

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩: butter pecan

Benn Beckman 🔫: mint chocolate

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡: chocolate chip cookie dough

Killer🔪: salted caramel

Kaido🐉: watermelon

King 👑 : banana

Queen👑: bubblegum

Izou🔫🔫: cherry vanilla

Dragon D Monkey 🐉🐒: chocolate almond

Oven Charlotte 🍞: orange sherbet

Buggy🤡: butterscotch

Marco the Phoentix 🦅: lemon custard

Eustass Kidd🤘🎸: chocolate peanut butter

Rosinantè Donquixote aka Cora-San💕: black raspberry chip

Who’s-Who ❤️‍🔥👹: strawberry cheesecake

Gecko Moria🦇: rocky road

Iceburg💜: vanilla burnt almond

Gild Tesoro⚜️🏅: peppermint fudge

Rob Lucci🐆: French vanilla

Karasu🐦‍⬛: chocolate fudge

Koby🦸💘: coffee crumble

#one piece #sir crocodile #crocodile one piece #one piece akainu #akainu sakazuki #donquixote doflamingo #king one piece #killer one piece #aramaki ryokugyu #fujitora issho #donquixote rosinante #hotties favorite ice cream flavor #benn beckman #charlotte katakuri #kaido one piece #izou one piece #monkey d dragon #eustass captain kidd #queen one piece #buggy the clown #marco the phoenix #charlotte oven #gecko moria #iceburg one piece #gild tesoro #rob lucci #who’s who one piece #karasu one piece #borsalino kizaru #koby the hero

[bunny--manders]

Not that sure it's that weird, but Oleg in a cooking show?

Probably an AU since I don't think legally dead accomplices to terrorism go on cooking shows all that often! From Sergey's point of view.

-

The timer was ticking on the final task of the day. Everything had been planned down to the smallest detail. The cameras on set were rolling. The discreet, cleverly hidden cameras Sergey had placed around the set were recording too, but he was the only one who knew they were there. He hadn't even told Oleg what he had in store for the day.

Of course he believed Oleg could win the competition on his own. But Sergey had his own theory of game design. The best way to win was to make your own rules and control the state of play from the start.

People just loved to connect their devices to the internet these days. Smart fridges, smart microwaves, even smart convection ovens. A month before filming even started, Sergey had found out the brand of all those clever modern devices the showrunners had set up in exchange for generous product placement deals. Hacking into the systems had been trivially easy. Nobody expected to have to worry about malicious code in their microwave.

He'd started subtly in the earlier rounds, filmed two days ago. One contestant had failed to cook a chicken breast all the way through, and never even noticed that the burner the pan was resting on was turning off and on at random. Another had opened their fridge to find wilted greens that had spent the past night in a machine that cycled between freezing and far too warm. One by one, Sergey had picked off the competitors with overcooked steak and frozen sticks of butter and burnt fish.

Oleg had been magnificent, as he always was, working steadily through his own dishes as the others flailed around setting pans on fire or trying to thaw frozen fish. He accepted compliments from the judges with his trademark stoicism. Now he was working on the fiddly details of a gâteau St. Honore, frowning in concentration over his work. Sergey took a moment to admire his face in profile before turning the temperate on someone else's oven up to 260 degrees Celcius. Let her try to win with a charcoal brick instead of a Prinsesstårta.

The timer ticked down. Sergey sabotaged a mixer, ruining someone's buttercream, and cranked up the heat on another baker's ganache. Perhaps he'd overdone it this time; Oleg was the only one who ended the competition with a completed cake at all.  While the woman who'd charred her Prinsesstårta sobbed into her apron, Sergey sat back in his chair and dug a spoon into a pint of ice cream he'd bought the moment Oleg had left town for the competition. 

On his way back to clean up his workstation, Oleg paused and glanced directly at the camera Sergey had aimed at it. For a second, Oleg seemed to be looking straight at him.

"I could have won on my own, you know," he said, so softly only the microphone Sergey had taped under the butcher's block countertop could pick it up.

"I know," Sergey told the screen, "but it's more fun this way."

#plague doctor #sergey razumovsky #oleg volkov #serovolk

[foodmyheart]

Burnt butter toast with Madagascar vanilla ice cream. Phuketique Cafe, Phuket Thailand. Source: https://reddit.com/r/foodporn

http://foodmyheart.tumblr.com | https://campsite.bio/foodmyheart

#food #foodpics #foodporn #yummy #breakfast #lunch #dinner #foods #foodies #foodmyheart

[mildmayfoxe]

what's ur favorite flavor of ice cream? + any favorite toppings if that's how you roll

i'm a huge fan of any special cookies and cream tbh. there's a local place that does cookies and cake batter & one of the grocery stores has a mint cookie crumble and those are just 👌 i also really love a burnt caramel or anything with cardamom or ginger if i'm at a specialty place. other basics ive been known to enjoy are like, pistachio or butter pecan. maple and coffee flavors are also up there. i don't tend to do toppings but you really can't go wrong with hot fudge and whipped cream if you've gottem.

#thank u for sending me an ask :') #asks #chatpost

[a-reality-dream]

Thank you so much for the tag @ineveryspaceandtime !

still 7h before the New Year's Eve!

I think my year was okay? i don't remember doing anything crazy or life changing, i was just living peacefully i guess :D

but there were some memorable moments!:

trying new food: we had some fancy dinner at the restaurant week around June, we tried lobster bisque and burnt butter ice cream

went to a concert: i attended Open'er to see Monkeys and Queens of the Stone Age for the first time in life, saw Riverside for the 2nd time. I already have 2 concerts arranged in 2024 and i can't wait!

Improved cooking skills: my husband and I have been cooking a lot this year. he perfected his homemade sourdough and pizza, I've tried a lot of new dessert recipes. we cook almost every day or other day and it's always a great experience to try sth new together and to use new spices

tagging (if u wanna ofc) @sharktofu @skylarbee @perfectly-clear-from-here @lalaballa1977 @multistanasitsfinest

#tag games

[isadora-greenhall]

Dora if you don't mind- what are these? I'm so curious!

OH HELL YEAH!!!

Lamingtons are delicious squares of butter cake covered in chocolate icing and desiccated coconut. The fanciest ones have a layer of jam and/or cream through the middle!

(Image from Wikipedia)

Fun fact my dad hates the texture of desiccated coconut so we always got more when we bought or made them ahaha!

Bunnings snags. The pinnacle of Australian cuisine.

Bunnings is a hardware warehouse chain very popular throughout Australia. Every Saturday a different group from the community sets up a spot outside the entrance to run a fundraising sausage sizzle (snag is slang for sausage). Sausage sizzle is basically a way of saying bbqing sausages. Cause of the sound the make! The sausages are served in a slice of white bread (buttered or unbuttered) with fried onions if you want, and any combo of yellow mustard, bbq sauce and tomato sauce (ketchup) you want!

(Image from 9News)

They’re often overcooked, bordering on burnt, and that’s honestly the best part 😁

#thanks for asking baba! #I didn’t even mention fairy bread in that post but I’m pretty sure everyone knows what that is by now #(if not - white bread #with butter and hundreds and thousands sprinkles. best party food) #asks #babacontainsmultitudes #straya

[liptonwashere]

Hello, têtue... Sooooo... I've been thinking...

Imagine the characters of BoB participating in a cooking competition. What kind of dishes do you think they would attempt to cook, and who would win?

XOXO <3

literally a month ago. uhm. well... sjjdsaj sorry for the way I am. that's an interesting question, ty.

I'd say that Nix would be in the competition for his connections, and he would try to cook Eggs Benedict, but he burnt down the kitchen, so no dishes were made by him.

Speirs would have that Carmy Berzatto energy, screaming orders and making everyone say 'yes, chef'. (Deep down, he likes to wear his apron). Speirs would cook a pork roast made up of creamy, garlic mashed potatoes with caramelized mushrooms and onions, wrapped in cuts of bacon, and showered in a sauce of butter, sake, soy sauce, and wine.

Dick is SO straightforward and has a sweet tooth. He'd make APPLE. DUMPLINGS. WITH. ICE. CREAM!

Ooh, Lipton KNOWS how to cook. Eldest child after all. He'd cook chicken cornbread pie and make everyone feel at home.

Eugene'd cook some Cajun gumbo! Chef's kiss.

Perconte would angrily cook some spaghetti with the BEST bolognese sauce.

I would say more Easy boys, but this will take too long. Harry would be the connoisseur, cause I say so lmao. Who would be the winner; I don't know. It's up to you <3

#ask #mutuals

[twistedweels]

The foods/drinks everyone makes me think of

Riddle - a package of strawberries, sometimes there's a ripe sweet one, but most of them are super sour and even bitter

Ace - Red hots, painful spicy cinnamon

Deuce - Blue Gatorade

Cater - tteokbokki, chewy ricecake dumplings in a savory-sweet-spicy sauce

Trey - saltines, salty and bland in a not entirely unpleasant way

Leona - getting sand in your mouth at the beach, earthy and salty and vaguely fishy and just pretty gross

Jack - the taste of pine pitch in the back of your throat when you smell it deeply

Ruggie - pizza crusts, yeasty with a little of the toppings, but mostly just dusty

Azul - like eating clams and you get one single clam with a ton of sand but you eat all the rest anyway cause clams are so good

Jade - Mushroom cream sauce for a steak, creamy and savory with thyme and pepper

Floyd - like brushing your teeth after you ate something chocolate, kinda weird but not really as unpleasant as you might think

Kalim - coconut rice with jerk chicken

Jamil - Spicy curry

Vil - Eating a flower when you were a kid, kinda sweet, grassy, floral, and bitter

Epel - garden fresh sweetcorn with lots of salt and butter

Rook - getting a fly in your mouth when riding a bike or something, just really no likey

Idia - A marshmallow you stubbornly ate even after it got burnt and fell into the fire, mostly just charcoal, but with a sweet gooey center

Ortho - Licking a spoon you stirred something sweet with, like jam or something

Malleus - Burnt caramel ice cream…. While sitting next to a campfire where the wind keeps blowing smoke in your face

Silver - Like an ice pop when you’ve sucked out most of the syrup out of it

Sebek - Getting a pill stuck in your mouth and it dissolves and is awful and bitter

Lilia - a bloody mary (or what i think a bloody mary tastes like since i don't drink and I'm not sure I would like it even if it didn't have alcohol in it- tomato and clam with savory spices)

#twisted wonderland #i hate tagging everyone why do i do this to myself #riddle rosehearts #ace trappola #deuce spade #cater diamond #trey clover #leona kingscholar #jack howl #ruggie bucchi #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #twst floyd #kalim al asim #jamil viper #vil schoenheit #epel felmier #rook hunt #idia shroud #ortho shroud #malleus draconia #twst silver #sebek zigvolt #(sorry sebek just infuriates me every time he shows up) #lilia vanrouge

[stargazeraldroth]

I like to imagine that the Stars specialize in cooking the cuisines of the cultures or ethnicities they’re associated with, either via general aesthetics or because of their creator’s ethnicity or native culture- If, uh, that makes sense, haha. Hope you don’t mind me ramblinggg- Also Ink gets more because he’s got two cultures I associate him with whoops-

Like! I think Ink would be good with French and Japanese cuisine, since Comyet has stated he’s french and his aesthetic is largely based on Japan, I believe? Or maybe just eastern Asian culture, but I’ve largely seen most people specifics Japan. From French cuisine, I really enjoy the idea of him making, like, macarons and crêpes (both French and Japanese styles!), as well as more savory stuff, like aligot and gougère (both involve cheese because for some reason Ink strikes me as the type to enjoy cheese???). He also strikes me as the sort to like drinks with fun names, like rinquinquin (a peach flavored alcoholic beverage!). From Japanese cuisine, I could see him loving mizu manjū (very pretty clear buns with a bunch of different fillings, they’re gorgeous and very artsy looking!) and shirokuma (shaved ice mixed with condensed milk and decorated to look like a bear!), and I could see him really enjoying age-onigiri (rice ball that’s been fried!) and takoyaki. Drink wise, since Comyet says he likes burnt food, I could see him enjoying akumochizake (sweet rice wine made with charcoal or ash), or maybe matatabicha (tea made from silver vine, because Ink has big cat vibes haha).

Dream would be good with Spanish cuisine (though I imagine he specializes in sweet no matter where they come from, but that! Isn’t! What I’m focusing on!). If we’re talking Spanish sweets, I see him being good at most of them, but I think he’d like smaller stuff or handheld foods the most, like pionono (small cylindrical pastry soaked with syrups and topped with toasted cream) or churros (which are actually commonly a breakfast item in Spain, he’d love it!), and for savory food, I could see him enjoying stuff easy to eat on the go, like pinchos morunos (skewers of diced pork or chicken marinated with olive oil and other spices) or pa amb tomàquet (toasted bread rubbed with tomato and seasoned with olive oil and sea salt!). For drinks, I could see him liking agua de cebada (malted barley mixed with sugar and lemon!) or calimocho (red wine mixed with cola).

Blue is difficult for me because I can’t find anything solid about associated cultures or where his creator might be from, so I usually imagine he specializes in Mexican foods (with a bit of American), mainly because he’s so associated with tacos and also I like doing research on different cuisines. Obviously there’s his aforementioned tacos, but I could also see him being very good with stuff like enchiladas or machacado con huevo (eggs scrambled with shredded dry beef!), and for sweets, I could see him making stuff like hot milk cake (butter sponge cake made with scalded milk) and marquesitas (a crêpe that’s been rolled like a taco and filled with a variety of sweet things). For drinks, I could see him making café de olla (coffee made with cinnamon and unrefined whole cane sugar which is specifically prepared in an earthen clay pot- Blue seems like a coffee drinker to me, haha).

This got too long but I wanted to ramble so I hope! You don’t! Mind!!!

My brain's only processing half of this but yes, I agree! I don't really imagine Ink as someone who drinks alcohol very often, but I also imagine he has a higher tolerance for it than most people. Dream also has a higher alcohol tolerance, but through self-conditioning rather than naturally high tolerance. I headcanon Blue and Stretch as Canadian, but it's interesting to see your headcanon too!

I imagine Dream as the main baker of the group, so I can see Ink going to him like "I wanna try this!" and showing (well, more like describing) the food or drink to Dream. And you can bet your entire bank account that Dream has snatched recipes from the two, particularly dessert recipes. I don't make the rules (yes I do).

#anonymous asks #ink sans #dream sans #swap sans #blue sans #character headcanons