chef hat

  • chopped judge: chef hedgehog... you have been chopped. you nibbled on the ingredients, took a nap on the counter, and didn't plate anything. but our biggest concern is that you didn't use any of the basket ingredients in your dish. so i'm afraid these are the reasons we've had to chop you today.
  • a hedgehog wearing a little chef's hat: *attempting to climb out of a bowl on the counter*

Decided to upload this pixel art while being hype for Iconoclasts releasing on January 23rd next year. Merry Christmas!


“I make offers for things I want until I get them. And then I get them”

Chef the whale shark loves to cook and specialises in seafood. Chef is a little clumsy with the knife, but with every dish she gets a little better.

Like and reblog but do not repost please :)

anonymous asked:

“You bake when you’re stressed and sometimes you give me cookies, but recently you’re giving me whole baskets each day, now I’m not complaining but are you okay?” au sterek? <3

OK, I wrote you a quick little thing. :)

now also on ao3


When Derek shows up at Stilesโ€™ back door that morning with a basket full of about three dozen cookies, all carefully iced to look like Batman and Spider-Man, Stiles doesnโ€™t say anything. He just gets up from the kitchen table and opens the screen door, and then he looks down at the basket for a long, long moment, and then he rubs the heels of his hands into his eyes and groans.

He looks kind ofโ€ฆ unkempt. Heโ€™s wearing the same sweatpants and lacrosse hoodie heโ€™d had on two days ago when Derek saw him at his mailbox, and his hair is sticking up everywhere, and itโ€™s obvious he hasnโ€™t shaved in a while because thereโ€™s some actual stubble there. Derek didnโ€™t think Stiles was even capable of facial hair. It only adds to his attractiveness, but still, Derek canโ€™t help but be concerned.

Derek doesnโ€™t usually start conversations, but today he feels like making an exception. โ€œAre you okay? This is a lot more baking than usual, even for you.โ€

โ€œWhat? What do you mean?โ€ Stiles says, dropping his hands to his sides. His face cycles through about five or six different expressions before settling on something thatโ€™s probably trying to say โ€œinnocent and oblivious,โ€ butโ€ฆ well. Derek might not know Stiles that well, but he knows Stiles is definitely not either of those things, ever.

โ€œThe cookies,โ€ Derek says slowly. โ€œThat you leave on my doorstep a few times a week while Iโ€™m out on my morning run.โ€

Stiles glares down at the cookies Derekโ€™s holding like theyโ€™ve betrayed him.

โ€œWe donโ€™t talk about it,โ€ Derek says slowly, unsure, โ€œbut I thought you knew that I knew it was you. I mean, no one else in the neighborhood even talks to me.โ€

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