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[xx-sketchy-xx]

IM SO SORRY

don’t disown MEEEEEEE

[majoryeager104]

Sanemi’s little baking incident (lmao)

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Sanemi didn’t like being bad at things.

He was a skilled fighter, a demon slayer with calloused hands and instinct sharper than any blade. He could gut a demon blindfolded- but cracking an egg without getting shell in the bowl? Apparently that was a goddamn art form.

Still, he watched you every time you baked.

The way your hands moved confidently, like you knew the recipe by heart. The soft smile you wore when you kneaded dough or licked icing from your fingertip. And the way the whole house smelled like warmth and sugar and you. He never said a word. Just leaned against the counter, pretending not to care while secretly cataloging every step.

So when you said you were heading out for a few hours-just a couple errands-he thought, Now’s the time, how hard could it be?

…It was disaster from the start.

He stared at your recipe book like it was written in code. Butter? Softened. What the hell did that mean? Was it supposed to melt or just sit there looking stupid?

He threw it in the microwave for ten seconds. It came out half-melted.

“Close enough,” he muttered, aggressively optimistic.

He dumped sugar into the bowl with a heavy hand- maybe too much, maybe too little. Who knew? The measuring cups were confusing and he didn’t want to admit he had no idea which one was which, so he eyeballed it.

Big mistake.

He added eggs. One cracked beautifully. The second exploded in his hand and landed in the flour bag.

“…Son of a bitch.”

And if you thought that was bad, he swears to this day that the mixer nearly killed him.

The moment he turned it on, flour shot up like a snowstorm. It hit him in the face, got in his eyelashes, and puffed across the kitchen like a bakery had detonated.

"Mother-damn it!"

He wiped his face with the back of his sleeve, only to smear flour all over it. The dough was lumpy. Too sticky. He added more flour. Then it was dry. He added butter. Now it looked like something between glue and cement. He said nothing, instead giving it a long, deadpan stare.

By the time he shoved the warped cookie blobs into the oven, he was breathing heavy, covered in flour, and fully ready to fistfight kitchen appliances. He set the temperature (wrong) and the timer (forgot to hit ‘start’ entirely) and crossed his arms.

“You better bake right.”

The oven hissed. A faint smell started rising-burnt sugar, maybe… or defeat.

"Don’t you dare burn, you son of a-"

The front door opened.

"Sanemi?"

You stepped into the kitchen, stopped, and stared.

He looked like a war victim. There was flour in his hair. On his face. Across the walls. Dough clung to his forearm like a battle wound. And the oven was smoking faintly.

He froze. “I can explain.”

You set your bag down carefully. “You tried to bake.”

“…I was doing fine until the oven started being a damn traitor.”

You bit back a laugh. “Is that so?”

“Yes.” He pointed at the oven like it owed him money. “That thing’s got a grudge.”

You padded over, eyes scanning the mess, then his face-his flushed ears, his clenched jaw, the way his shoulders were tense like he expected you to laugh.

Instead, you wrapped your arms around him gently and said, “You did this… for me?”

He grunted. “Don’t make it a big deal.”

“You’re covered in flour.”

“You should see the other guy.”

You leaned back just enough to press a kiss to his cheek, ignoring the powdered sugar in your way. “This is the sweetest disaster I’ve ever walked into.”

“…They’re probably ruined,” he muttered.

“They’re cookies. Even ruined, they’re still cookies.”

The oven beeped, and he flinched like it barked at him.

“Alright, alright!” he snapped. “Keep your damn door on.”

You giggled into your hand as you watched him pull them out, having to remind him to put on an oven mitt so he wouldn’t burn his hand

The cookies were... rough. Burnt edges, weird shapes, a little crunchy where they shouldn’t be. But you ate one anyway, and smiled like it was perfect.

“I’ve had worse.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Don’t lie.”

“I said I’ve had worse. Not that this was worse.”

Sanemi grumbled something unintelligible, but his ears were red and he didn’t pull away when you reached for his flour-covered hand.

“Next time,” you said, “we’ll bake together.”

You kissed his flour-dusted knuckles, still giggling quietly as you looked back up at him. He scoffed and rolled his eyes, his ears turning a lovely shade of pink as he looked away. Still… baking wouldn’t be as bad if you were next to him. 

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[ouaw-facts-i-just-made-up]

Hot take, gricko is straight AND ace. (Also trans but sh)

This is a fact I don't necessarily agree with but is valid nonetheless. But that's just cause i like projecting.

This way Gricko and Gideon can wingman each other with women (cause Gideon can't help/be helped with men, he is a hot mess, literally, when there's an attractive man). Drives the rest of the group crazy when they team up but they are an unstoppable force of women-loving nature.

Het/Ace people you are valid and I see u

(Also yes he's trans as well)

[jay72664]

Stabbed

TW: Injury, and slightly suggestive.

"Owe, that hurts." Dazai whined for the umpteenth time.

Of course it fucking hurt, he got stabbed for fucks sake.

"No shit." I grumbled, though I did attempt to make it less painful; there was only so unpainful a thing stabbing into one's skin could be.

And we obviously didn't have any anesthesia.

"Maybe if you were more fucking careful, this wouldn't have fucking happened."

I wasn't upset, not really, just scared; he wasn't paying attention to his fucking surroundings, probably watching me or some stupid shit like that, he was lucky the knife didn't pierce a vital organ.

"I don't have eyes in the back of my head Chibi." He whined again.

He may as well have had eyes in the back of his fucking head, he just got distracted.

"Ever heard of looking around jackass?" | grit in question.

I didn't have to look up at his face to know he was pouting.

"Chibi's so mean for no reason, I'm the one who nearly die-owe! Couldn't have given me a heads up?" He exclaims as I thread the needle through his skin once more.

"I'm not going to give you a heads up every-time, besides, I'm done." I tie off the stitches, grabbing the bandages that I had gotten when we arrived.

"How come so many love hotels have medical supplies?" I ask, just trying to change the conversation off of his injury as I tie them around his abdomen.

"It's kinky." Dazai remarks, with a shrug, followed by a wince.

"How the hell are stitches kinky?" I ask aghast, but really, I don't wanna know, so I don't even let him speak.

"Don't answer that." I hear him laugh, and I finally look up at him from my kneeled position before him.

He looked a little pale, but mostly, he seemed fine.

"Do you want help putting on fresh bandages, they're all dirty." I ask, letting him consider a moment.

"You can help me take them off." I smile, knowing damn well how touch starved he is.

He doesn't like saying it, but he liked when he didn't wear his bandages just so he could feel skin on skin contact.

I start removing the bandages, and Dazai is silent, which was obviously cause for concern as he was basically incapable of shutting up.

"I'm sorry I got stabbed." Dazai finally says, although quietly, "I really didn't mean to, I just got distracted."

I can't help but sigh, I know that tone of voice, and I know it means he's serious.

I travel my arms down to his hand and bring his ring to my lips. "I know, it was just scary, be more careful. I won't forgive you if you die to a stupid mission."

I continue to remove his bandages.

"Are we staying here tonight?" He asks, very clearly trying to change the subject; he definitely already knew the answer.

Regardless, I let him. "Yeah, we can head back tomorrow, it's getting late, and I don't want to risk it reopening." I say as I finish taking off his bandages.

I'm about to get up, but Dazai speaks. "While you're down there-" I cut him off before he can finish that thought.

"We're going to bed.” He pouts but the wince he gets from just standing up, tells me I made the right choice.

I gently tug him out of the bathroom and to the bedroom, luckily I had the foresight to get us pajamas, mainly because our clothes are very dirty, and I had pretty much decided we'd stay here for the night.

Dazai curls against my chest, already having decided he wants to be held tonight.

Not that I mind, I want to hold him; I need to know he's alive, this incident had shaken me, even if I didn't want to admit it.

I gently run my fingers through his hair. "Good night." I say, flicking out the light.

"I love you." Dazai mumbles, I can't help but smile.

"I love you too."

[wastingawayinmyroom]

pretend like i have no similarities with andrew minyard and then i go and eat shit like this for dinner:

[messy-does-cosmology]

One of the most disturbing and frustrating things I see people do on the internet is when people make various comments about how someone reminds them of someone they dislike, and how they therefore are justified in hating them? "This person reminds me of my high-school bully" but they're not your high-school bully. You get that right? They are an entirely different person.

[breadheaddoodles]

Alright @banbanyaoi I have made a contribution

Also if you like oilrose you should go look at his art

[ftl-faster-than-life]

Honestly though the fact that Barry Allen has not yet figured out (still) the connection between his yearning for companionship and people getting HIT BY LIGHTNING is the funniest thing in the world. His father in law told him it was happening and he was like 'what? me? nooo I'm just a normal guy--' and proceeded to be in denial forever. And then twenty more people got hit by lightning because he had no Wally West around.

[emo-eyemakeup-evildude]

re: your tags your writing is not plagiarism it is ART every single day i am so happy i inspired you and that other people make stuff out of the stuff i made. it’s fucking awesome. keep doing it. good artists steal and fanfiction is chaos anyways

(i do really need to get back to reading tho… my writing has only just started to come back on again after a long really busy time of career stuff happening. did not have the capacity. we’re getting there i think and im really really excited to keep reading ur work. even if it takes me *spongebob voice* eight thousand years later

lmao thank you. I know that lrtr was deeply inspired by my reading e//v and thinking damn I really wish Astor had a friend but every time I read anything about e//v I'm like these are?? the same story???? as if I wasn't there when it happened

[spngirlpolls]

don’t really know how to phrase this but: you know when you’re on public transportation and someone around you is watching a movie/show so inevitably you get sucked into whatever they’re watching? and sometimes you’re thinking “why the fuck would you be watching this of all things in public?” bc it’s super violent or very sexually explicit or just overall too insane for the bus?

which episode of supernatural do you think a stranger would most enjoy watching over your shoulder on public transportation? the parameters are: low violence (i mean it’s spn so obviously there will be violence but i mean like no extended torture, etc) and gore, no sex scenes.

my immediate answer to this was ask jeeves from s10, but there is a beheading which i suppose does not qualify as “low violence” lmk your suggestions!

[thequeenofsastiel]

So...ah...does anyone have any recommendations for songs where you get broken up with, but then the other person wants you back? Last week the person whom I thought I was meant to be with broke my heart(though he was kind and apologetic about it), and I was a wreck until last night, when he texted and told me that his feelings for me came back. I'm not going to take him back, at least not for a good long while, because I think he has some emotional growth that he needs to attain before he can be in a successful relationship. Due to that, I just wouldn't feel safe being with him right now. But I do hope that one day, when he's more mature, we can try to make it work, because I absolutely adore him. Though, as of now, I need some songs to help me get through. But no songs that express hostility towards the ex. There's no hostility. Just sadness.

(No offense but I'm not looking for advice here, just songs)

[spxnglr]

Just a quick PSA that I've updated my pinned and the guidelines in my Carrd to make it clear that Froz.en Em.pire doesn't form part of my Egon's canon. This shouldn't really come as a surprise given that After.life doesn't either - but at the same time, Froz.en Em.pire was just...not good. For clarity, I'm more than happy to write with characters from those films (including Callie and Phoebe) but only as multiverse interactions. My Egon would be from a different universe/timeline. Simple.

[baronessblixen]

gillovny reunion was a week ago and already i want another one sighhh

Me too, anon. I couldn't even really enjoy it because I had the flu! I need them to have another reunion (or five).

[princesstadashi]

[therelentless]

ooc;; the other day this 🌽 blog followed, one who was ran by an actual person. They sent me a private message,l sounding nice and friendly, but then unfollowed me in line 0.1 seconds after I guess noticing that this was nothing but an rp blog. Anyway! I though that was funny.