#Bake-A-Thon

[helslastangel]

Your ideal self-care routine according to Ceres 🌸

🌾Ceres in Aries

Vigorous exercise, sports or outdoor hobbies, going to street festivals, concerts or participating in walk-a-thons

🌾Ceres in Taurus

High quality food and drink, comfort items and a cozy, relaxed home environment, physical touch (cuddles and hugs from loved ones)

🌾Ceres in Gemini

Reading books across a wide variety of genres, or watching video essays/documentaries, taking a fun class, calling up a friend

🌾Ceres in Cancer

Spending time with friends and family, decorating your home, cooking and baking delicious treats

🌾Ceres in Leo

Expressing your creativity and talents in the public eye, could be anything that shows who you are; receiving words of affirmation

🌾Ceres in Virgo

Crafting a nice daily routine; organizing your home space, having a mini spa date by yourself or a good friend

🌾Ceres in Libra

Trying beauty products or new makeup looks, creating any form of art or design, socializing with a wide variety of people

🌾Ceres in Scorpio

Deepening your understanding of emotional and psychological behaviors; nurturing close friendships and relationships

🌾Ceres in Sagittarius

Travel and exploration, discovering more about other cultures and people, delving into philosophy

🌾Ceres in Capricorn

Creating secure and stable environments for yourself and loved ones; exploring self-improvement resources and techniques

🌾Ceres in Aquarius

Tapping into your imagination to create or start something new, finding opportunities to express your unique style and thinking

🌾Ceres in Pisces

Enjoying music and meditation, engaging in healing or cleansing rituals and showing compassion to yourself and others

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[rizlowwritessortof]

The Truth

I didn't get this drabble done in time for @artyandink 's Jensen-a-thon, but here it is, anyway 🙂

Just a little soft, tipsy Dean and a moment of truth

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 760

Warnings: None (although soft!Dean is a warning in itself)

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

You sink into fragrant, steaming water, a blissful smile on your lips. You slide down to rest your head against the back of the tub, breathing deep of the vanilla and lavender scent, appreciating with every cell of your body the relaxing quiet and the privacy.

The guys are at the bar, celebrating the successful end of another hunt. You had opted for a few hours to yourself, and after Dean finally gave up trying to convince you to change your mind, they had headed out, leaving you to enjoy a little private time. You love them, you really do – Sam is like the brother you never had, and Dean… Well, Dean is basically the bane of your existence, the temptation you won’t give into, the best friend that you won’t allow yourself to have benefits with. And sometimes you just need a break from the constant magnetic pull that exists between the two of you.

You soak to your heart’s content, finally exiting the bathroom and donning a pair of sleep shorts and an old ZZ Top t-shirt so old that you can barely read the printing on it anymore. You are all smooth, soft and completely relaxed, and you settle down into the comfy old sofa, bowl of popcorn in hand, smiling happily. You settle in with a little wiggle, turning the TV on and scrolling through until you find an old mystery movie.

You’re just getting into the plot when the door opens and your solitude ends. You can tell when they walk in that they’ve had plenty to drink, and you watch with amusement as Sam shoots you a crooked smile and heads for the shower and Dean attempts to remove his boots.

He almost falls over a couple of times, then finally plops down on the nearest bed, finally managing to get both boots off. He stands back upright, swaying just a little before he makes a beeline for the popcorn on the coffee table next to your feet. He tosses a few fluffy kernels into his mouth and plops down on the couch beside you. “Whatcha watchin’?”

“Just an old movie. Mystery thriller or something.”

“Black and white – classic.” He stares at the TV with you for a couple of minutes, then suddenly goes horizontal, head in your lap as if he belongs there.

You stare down at him with an amused smile. “Comfy?” He’s always a little extra affectionate when he drinks, but he’s never done this before.

“Mmmm, yeah.” He shuffles around a bit until he’s good and comfortable. “Hey, who’s that?” he asks, pointing at the TV.

“The actress? Barbara Stanwyck.”

“She’s pretty sexy.”

You grin. “Dean, you’d think a baked potato was sexy right now. You’re drunk.”

“Mmmmmm, that sounds good. But hey – I have fucking great taste, even when I’m drunk. Which I am not.” He’s quiet for a moment, then says quietly, “I think you’re sexy. And beautiful.” You let out a soft, derisive snort, and he turns to his back and looks up at you. “Why don’t you ever believe me when I say nice things to you?”

You hesitate for a second, then answer, a teasing tone in your voice. “Another thing you do when you’re drunk is lie to women.” His eyes are heavy-lidded and solemn as he blinks slowly, and your smile fades as he reaches for your hand, gathering it to his chest and holding it close.

“I don’t lie to you.”

The atmosphere has shifted, emotions you refuse to identify swelling in your chest at his words and the look in his eyes, but before you can begin to think of a response, Dean turns back to his side and settles in again, his scruff softer than you would expect against your skin. “You smell good.” He rubs his cheek against your thigh. “And you’re soft.” He lets out a contented little sigh, hugging your forearm snug against his chest.

In a matter of minutes he is breathing slow and steady, obviously asleep, and you stare down at him, the movie forgotten. Sam comes out of the bathroom just then, looking at the two of you on the sofa with a crooked smile.

“Need me to help move him?” he asks, and you smile back, ducking your head a little to hide your blush.

“No, he’s okay.”

“All right – just wake me up if you change your mind,” he says, crawling into one of the beds and shutting off the lamp, leaving the room dark except for the glow of the television.

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[911birds]

buck’s stress bake-a-thon

[apod]

2024 December 12

Phaethon's Brood Image Credit & Copyright: Mikiya Sato (Nippon Meteor Society)

Explanation: Based on its well-measured orbit, 3200 Phaethon (sounds like FAY-eh-thon) is recognized as the source of the meteoroid stream responsible for the annual Geminid meteor shower. Even though most meteor shower parents are comets, 3200 Phaethon is a known and closely tracked near-Earth asteroid with a 1.4 year orbital period. Rocky and sun-baked, its perihelion or closest approach to the Sun is well within the orbit of innermost planet Mercury. In this telescopic field of view, the asteroid's rapid motion against faint background stars of the heroic constellation Perseus left a short trail during the two minute total exposure time. The (faint) parallel streaks of its meteoric children flashed much more quickly across the scene. The family portrait was recorded near the Geminid meteor shower's very active peak on 2017 December 13. That was just three days before 3200 Phaethon's historic close approach to planet Earth. This year, the night of December 13 should again see the peak of the Geminid meteor shower, but faint meteors will be washed out by the bright light of the nearly full moon.

∞ Source: apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap241212.html

[everyandanything]

Hey look, another round of Born a Grease thoughts that no one asked for !!! 🫶🏻🥰

—Soda might have seen Paul at the hospital once, but what he didn’t know was that Paul went every single day until he caught word that Darry was going to make it. At first, he just sat out in his car and stared at the hospital building, terrified one of the Greasers might see him, yet unable to stay away.

But eventually he became brave enough to go sit in the courtyard. Never once did he step foot indoors; that felt like a sacred space he didn’t have a right to. Instead he held vigil outside, as if hoping if he sat there long enough, kept watch like a guard, he could keep death at bay. It couldn’t pass through those doors as long as Paul kept watch, it’d have to go through him first.

(And if death took him as its first victim, well, wasn’t that what Paul wanted anyway?)

—Pony knew the school (and half of Tulsa, for that matter) was doing fundraisers for Darry, it was impossible for him to miss. Posters about dance-a-thons and raffles, bake sales and car washes. Principal Mitchell even went so far as to call Pony into his office one day to ask him how his brother was doing. The same man who told Darry to his face how disappointed he was in how Darry’s life had turned out. It took all of Pony’s willpower not to punch him.

But he also knew better than to tell either one of his brothers about the money. He knew them, knew their stubborn pride, knew their need to prove themselves, to make it on their own, to fight the good fight until their dying breath. Pony understood in a way, and in some ways maybe even agreed. But he also wanted his big brother back, wanted him healthy and home and no longer knocking on death’s door. He wanted Soda back, wanted him to stop running himself into the ground just to keep their family going, wanted to see that smile of his that was so bright it felt like Pony was looking at the sun. He wanted his family home, and safe, and together again instead of split between an empty house and a hospital room.

So Pony never mentioned the money. His brothers would find out eventually, and it’d be too late to do anything about it then.

And maybe they could do some good with it. Maybe. And Lord knows they were due for some good.

— Darry couldn’t go back to school right away, it’s part of why it took him so long to graduate. It took him another year to get his strength back, to get to a place where he could move around on his own, could walk to his truck without getting winded, could simply go to the grocery store without feeling like he’d run a marathon.

There were days it was hard and he desperately wanted to give it all up. He’d lie in his room, dark and quiet, struggling to pull in a breath, and wonder why he’d even survived in the first place (there were even briefer moments when he wished he hadn’t, but he tried not to think about that too much).

But the moments never lasted long, because he kept Pony’s binder full of letters in his nightstand drawer. Whenever he felt the melancholy creeping in, all he had to do was pull it out and flip through the pages, soak in the words from his friends that made him feel loved, reminded him what he was doing it all for.

But Pony and Soda’s letters? He kept those in his wallet, always close. Not that he really needed to, he’d read them so many times he had them memorized anyway.

—Darry was in a state of panic before his first day back to college. Freaking out for weeks before, obsessively going over his class schedule, checking over his supply list damn near a hundred times. When he got up to get ready on his first day, he found the rest of the gang already in the kitchen with breakfast cooked (miraculously not burnt), his lunch packed, and his bag already out in his truck ready to go. He told them he was heading to college, not the third grade, they didn’t need to do all that, but Soda just rolled his eyes and handed him his lunch bag as the guys wished him luck.

Later, with his head swirling from different syllabi as he tried to remember the ropes of being a student, he finally got a thirty minute break to find a bench and grab a bite. When he opened the bag Soda packed for him, he found it filled with his favorite lunch and a good luck note tucked inside from his brothers, just like their mom had always done on their first day of school, just like he knew Soda still did for Pony. Darry figured his first day back at college would bring him to tears, he’d just assumed it’d be for a different reason.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi!! Do you maybe know of any fics that feature touch-starved Sherlock? Thank you so much in advance, and I hope you have an amazing day!

Hey Nonny!!

AHHH I DO, BUT it's in a combined list if that's okay???

And you're in luck, I'm short on a list this week, so I'm gonna also post you the second short list I have as well!! I hope you enjoy, even if it's not EXACTLY what you're looking for!!

As always friends, if you have something, please add them below!

TOUCHING / TOUCH STARVATION Pt 2

See also: Touching / Touch Starvation

Bond, Sherlock Bond! by macgyvershe (T, 631 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Kissing, Couch Cuddles, Sexy Talk with No Explicit Sex, Bond Night, Established Relationship) – John is doing a Bond-a-thon. Sherlock is ready for a night of movies and munchies. Washed down with Devil Mountain coffee. Eventually everything comes together in the best of ways.

The Skin Over My Heart by standbygo (E, 8,849 w., 1 Ch. || Post-Hiatus, Fake Relationship, Case Fic, Dog Tags, Military, Homophobia, Gay Bashing, POV First Person Sherlock, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss / Time, Declarations of Love, Undercover, Haircuts, Flashbacks, Touching, Pining Sherlock, Hospitalization, Metaphors, Introspection, Hand Jobs, On the Couch, John’s Past, Angst with Happy Ending) – Sherlock and John are still trying to adjust to Sherlock's return from his hiatus when John's friend Bill Murray brings them a case. Someone is targeting the LGBTQA+ members of Bill's unit. John and Sherlock go undercover at the unit, but when they end up having to flirt to flush out the suspect, Sherlock realizes he's in over his head.

A Comprehensive Taxonomy of Tobacco-Ash by Silvergirl (E, 11,475 w., 2 Ch. || No TRF AU || Cranky Sherlock, Alternating POV’s, Self-Esteem Issues, Jealous John, Pining John, Confessions, First Kiss, Frottage, Bed Sharing, Sensuality, Cuddling, Touching) – A handsome academic approaches Sherlock about publishing his magnum opus on tobacco-ash in a prestigious scientific journal. Sherlock is quite flattered and flustered, and John’s nose is out of joint.In this little AU there is no Fall and no Mary. Instead, there is humor and smut. Truly a disproportionate amount of smut.

Spare Parts by Raina_at (E, 63,497 w., 10 Ch. || 24th Century / Futurism AU || Post TRF, Pre-TRF Relationship, Case Fic, Mutual Pining, Estrangement, Reconciliation, Science Fiction, Reunion, Nightmares, Angry John, Cybernetic John, Emotional Discussions / Heart to Heart, POV John, Scars, Past Drug Use, Forehead Touching, Emotional Lovemaking, Kissing, Apologies, Kidnapping, Rescue Mission, BAMF John, Bed Sharing, Top Sherlock) – Two years ago, Sherlock Holmes jumped off the roof of New London Hospital. Two months ago, he walked into John's clinic as if no time had passed at all. John hasn't seen him since. But then Sherlock knocks on John's door with a case he can't say no to, and while figuring out why the biggest manufacturer or synthetic limbs in the System is going after veterans, they also need to find out whether there's a way to fix what's broken between them. Part 1 of Realigning Gravity

Bakers with Benefits by Raina_at (E, 88,130 w., 14 Ch. || Great British Bake Off AU || Strangers to Lovers, Switchlock, Friends with Benefits, Mentions of Alcoholism / Past Drug Use, Banter, Flirting, Fluff, Light Angst, Semi-Public Sex, Past Sherlock/Victor, Mutual Pining, POV Sherlock, Obsessive Sherlock, John’s Bum) – Sherlock Holmes has a successful YouTube baking channel, but what he really wants is his own bakery. When an old friend sends him a call for the very first Great British Bake Off, he seizes the opportunity to finally win a sponsor for his bakery. Here's the plan: Win Bake Off, get the bakery, don't fall in love with the handsome Army doctor at the neighbouring station. Easy.

Fade To Black by twistedthicket1 (M, 93,389 w., 29 Ch. || Split Personality Disorder / DID, Action, Romance, Violence, Implied Rape/Non-Con, BAMF John, Fluff and Angst, Baskerville, Human Experimentation, PTSD, Implied Self Harm, Trauma Amnesia, Past Child Sexual Abuse, Protective Sherlock, Smoking, Meddling Mycroft, Past Victor/Sherlock, Gay Sherlock, Sherlock’s Past, First Kiss/Time) – John Watson believes one day he'll just fade. That he'll drown in the black spaces of his mind, and that one day he will no longer exist. It's always been like this, the dark spots marking out moments in his life he can't remember. Where for just a moment he's someone else. Having a Dissociative identity disorder, he can't even be entirely sure he's really who he says he is. Then he meets Sherlock Holmes. A brilliant detective who when he looks at you can read your entire life story. John is immediately fascinated and afraid, half-wondering if maybe Sherlock can see the other personalities in him and half terrified of the thought of him finding out. Becoming his flatmate seems at once to be a wonderful and horrible idea. Yet as John's Blackouts become more and more severe and his other personalities begin to truly awaken and show themselves with Sherlock's help, the two soon discover that sometimes even the kindest person can harbour a demon best left untouched inside of them. Because not all of John's other personalities play nicely and some may be hiding secrets best left undisturbed...

Drawn to Stars by Silvergirl (E, 109,272 w., 60 Ch. || S4 Compliant to TLD / TFP Doesn’t Exist, Sherlock’s Italian Adventure, Sherlock/OC and Johnlock, Jealous John, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings, First Kiss/Time, Idiots in Love, 3 Part Story, Slow Burn, Inexperienced Sherlock, Bottom Sherlock, Introspection, Multiple Alternating First and Third Person POV, Separation and Reconciliation, Emotional Love Making, Love Confessions via Letters, Angst with Happy Ending) – After the Culverton Smith case Sherlock is clean, working, and looking for a romantic partner—since John has told him that’s what he needs. Shame John didn’t mention he was interested in that role himself, before Sherlock went off to Rome with a gorgeous Italian copper to try to fall in love and become a complete human being.  Part 1 of the Drawn to Stars series

Sherlock Holmes Live by emilycare (E, 488,496 w., 73 Ch. || Theatre AU || Immersive Theatre, Romance, Slow Burn, Fake / Pretend Relationship, Fluff, Bisexual John, Demisexual Gay Sherlock, Alternating POV, Falling in Love, Eventual Case Fic, Soft Sherlock, Panic Attacks, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with Happy Ending, Pining John) –  Down on his luck John Watson answers an advert for a paid role in an experimental play. Enter William Scott with a most unusual proposition: help him test run a two person immersive experience, oh and by the way there is sex and romance involved.

[bl0ndwavespoetrycorner]

𓆙 My Newfound Religion 𓆃

✩ a poem for Tumblr Ineffable Prompt-A-Thon (@ineffablyruined) ╰➤ topic: aroma

I'm welcomed by a halo of white As soon as I enter the kitchen; My angel, my newfound religion, A deity that holds my heart tight.

I find myself surrounded by candle light, The flame peacefully wavers and flickers, Its vanilla aroma rich like the liquors We drink together at midnight.

What a vision, what a sight – It stirs something in me to see you bake, Your icy blue eyes are like a snowflake, But their shine is much more bright.

⭒

AO3 link – kudos &/or comments are very welcome X

~Silvie⭒

[lickthecowhappy]

Ineffable Prompt-a-thon - Lingering

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I find hope lingering like summer heat  when the cool of autumn is long overdue sweat on my neck instead of fall’s melancholy breeze

wishing for winter’s frigid despair as hope bakes my marrow and burns my flesh a cruel reminder of my optimism

and the sun lingers above me longer than it should this time of year my soul auspicious beneath pale blue skies

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This poem is also available on AO3.

[ineffablyruined]

Sorry for the delay with this week's prompt! The holiday threw my whole schedule off this week! Getting into the holiday spirit a bit, @interesting-egg and I have selected this week's prompt!

The Week 17 Prompt is:

Aroma

Cookies baking? A faint scent of cinnamon in someone's cologne? Snakes using their tongues to indulge a bit? All of it and more is fair game with this prompt!

The link to this week's collection is here:

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You will have a week to write, draw, paper craft, record, completely scrap and start from the beginning after a crisis of confidence (oh, is that just me?), and post your interpretation of the prompt.

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HAVE FUN!

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[eclipian]

CC Cookie Run Fictive

pt: cc cookie run fictive

reminder beings will almost definitely not turn out exactly as described, and these can be edited and changed as needed.

divider credit

Name: Raspberry Mousse Cookie , Raspberry , Mousse , Edmund , Pet , Berry , Harold , Jake

Age: 22

Pronouns: He/Him , Hy/Hym , Hi/Him , Hu/Hum , Ha/Ham , Hx/Hxm , They/Them , Thy/Thym , Thiy/Thim , Thuy/Thum , Thay/Tham , Thxy/Thxm , It/Its , Iz/Izs , Ix/Ixs , Thon/Thons , One/Ones , Xe/Xem , Ze/Zem , Cae/Caer , Ae/Aer , Dae/Daer , Cook/Cookie , Knight/Knights , Fence/Fencing , Rasp/Berry , Mou/Mousse , Ber/Berry

Gender: Holoman , Fox , Strawberry Milk , Gendersource/CRsource , Cookiecharic , Cookiescomfic , Cookiegender , Rasparomic , Gendervaldema , Knighthing

Attraction: Pan , Demirose , Amousse

Other IDs: Baked Faith , Cookierunvesil , Raspberry Scent , Knightdynic

Species: Cookie + Knight Archetrope

Role: Knight , Gatekeeper , Trauma Breaker , Protector

Aesthetics: Adventurecore and Fantasy

pt: name , age , pronouns , gender , attraction , other ids , species , role , aesthetics

artist credit and artist credit + tag: @bahtive

[mostlysignssomeportents]

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[livesbetweenpages]

Bake-a-thon happening today! I’m excited. I’m tired. I haven’t started yet so I’m two hours behind. Yay

[witchyfashion]

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[bah-circus]

Hello! ✨I am here to request a level 2 pack of Solomon from Obey Me please!

Of course dear audience! We have heard your request and have found a suitable performer for you! We hope this performance suits your needs, but you are free to make any adjustments you wish.

❣︎For Our Next Act, Please Welcome,,,❣︎

Solomon!!!

°·⊱ Name: Solomon, Cameron, Dorian, Calypso, Equinox, 

°·⊱ Age: 22

°·⊱ Race/Species: Human

°·⊱ Source: Obey Me!

°·⊱ Role: Academic, Social Protector

────── · · · · ──────

°·⊱ Sex: Male

°·⊱ Gender: Demiboy, Genderancient, Ferveiley

°·⊱ Pronouns: He/Him; They/Them; Spell/spells; Thon/Thons; Wist/Wistful; Arti/Fact/Artifacts/Artifactself; 

°·⊱ Sexuality: Bisexual

°·⊱ Personality: Studious, witty, charming, sly,  mysterious, “shady”, hyperfocused, oblivious (in some ways), reckless, fun-loving, kind

────── · · · · ──────

°·⊱ Nicknames/Titles: The Most Powerful Sorcerer, (prn) Who Makes Pacts, The Witty Sorcerer, The One Who Never Rests, Solly, Cam, Dori, Caly, Nox

°·⊱ Likes: Magic, all types of movies, classical music, fantasy novels, books/reading in general, cooking, demons,

°·⊱ Dislikes: The ocean, being called a Magician, Natto, Hellfire mushrooms, rainy days, baking, 

°·⊱ Emoji Sign-Off: 🖋️🔮💫🖤🃏

°·⊱ Typing Quirk: Adds ✨ around his sentences (ex ✨ Hi! :D ✨)

°·⊱ Faceclaim: Official Art

Thank you for the request !! - Pest Swarm ; Daisy / Daisuke

[merryfortune]

Inspiration Struck on a Serviette 

Written for the Rarest of Rare Pairs Fic-a-Thon

Prompt: Any: Any/Any - Sketching a picture of their lover

Title: Inspiration Struck on a Serviette 

Ship: Brassius/Katy

Fandom: Pokemon Scarlet and Violet

Word Count: 2,002

Rating: G

Warning: None

Tags: Established Relationship, Fluff

   Conventional wisdom would have it that the baking of cakes was a science not an art.

   Every ingredient had to be especially prepared, measured, and mixed or else the results could turn out disastrous. No one liked pancakes which were gluggy or burnt like bricks, no one liked croissants that were soggy or lacked shape, and so on and so forth.

   Brassius would agree but he saw it as more than the interactions of chemicals and heat. He saw it as an artform and one trip to Katy’s bakery and he could not be argued with. Her cake making was absolutely an artform.

   The precision in her hands necessary to craft such intricate fondant or adorable whipped cream displays, Brassius envied her. And the fact that it tasted delicious, too. Well, he might finally put some weight on after a lifetime of being too skinny, quite frankly.

   One trip and that’s all it took. Then he was crawling all over her socials like bugs under a log.

   Though, them both being united by their other profession of Pokemon training, too, helped. It was good to be friends with one another’s colleagues and their hometowns weren’t that far from each other considering that Mesagoza was in the smack bang middle of the distance. 

   Katy, of course, was flattered by the attention. Her humble little patisserie? Getting the tick of approval from a Vitruvian Man like Brassius? Who wouldn’t have their mind at least a little bit blown from hearing nothing but good things come out of his mouth about her and her baking.

   So, Brassius made it a point to make the trip to Cortonda at least once a month, whenever Katy had something new or interesting on the menu. Her good food was dessert for the soul, honestly, and made for excellent inspiration whenever Brassius was in a slump. 

   And in turn to be polite, Katy put in the effort to go to Brassius’s shows and exhibitions. She turned into a vehement supporter of his sculptures and paintings, even when she didn’t really get it. She preferred her portraits to have two eyes, one nose, and one mouth. Brassius disagreed but still, she respected his craft.

   All this banter and catch-ups and other meetings, even outside of League ones, was enough to turn anyone’s eye to wonder because Brassius and Katy just had such an… aura about them. A lovey-dovey one. It was sickeningly saccharine, to the point that Hassel of all people, a diehard romantic, had to tell them to get their act together because he couldn’t take anymore of their schoolkid crushes they clearly had one another.

   An announcement which was completely news to both Brassius and Katy, of course. Sputtering and denial and rambling about how they couldn’t possibly be more than friends. Grass Types were weak to Bug Types and Bug Types were weak to Rock Type moves and one good High Horsepower from Ursaring very well might overcome Suudowoodo’s Sturdy assuming that it's not Terrastralised…

   Yet despite all that bumbling and fumbling, the fluster and the bluster, their fingers interlocked and their faces went red. Their feelings were very much true to one another but to the chagrin of everyone around them, they did not get better. If anything, they got worse now that they were an item off the market.

   All those goo-goo gaga eyes only intensified now that they wore the crown of being each other’s beau. Not even Katy’s customers could escape the way she swooned for her boyfriend and nor could any of Brassius’s artsy-fartsy contemporaries. It was quite shameful but they wouldn’t have it any other way…

  After all, were it not for Katy and the Pokemon League, Brassius would be quite the hermit. Life was quite dull when he didn’t leave the atelier for months of end, either because of his insane work ethic or the dead opposite of depression. Sometimes both. 

   Katy genuinely brought joy to Brassius.

   And for her, Brassius provided perspective.

   Brassius was a very different person to her, after all. From how he carried himself to his thoughts and feelings, and that was part of what made him so attractive to her. He was so full of surprises, the way he saw the world was so different and Katy felt that there was something to learn from that - and much to love about it, too.

   Just as he took inspiration from her and her pastries, Katy aspired to do the same. Though her cake decorating skills were easily top of the class and could put a Gigantamax Alcremie to shame, Katy had much to learn in other artforms. Despite her expertise with a piping bag, a pencil had the capability to prove quite the challenge for her.

   One she was willing to rise to the occasion to like dough. 

   And one she was interested in testing on this visit of Brassius, too.

   Like per usual, for his once a month visit, to have some nice tea and a good treat alongside it, with his sketchbook in tow, Brassius had set up shop in the corner of Soapberry. But this time, Katy would ensure it that he wasn’t the only one who was drawing.

   “At closing,” Katy told him excitedly, holding onto the table and with a big grin, “I’m going to have a surprise for you.”

   “Oh-ho?” Brassius made an interested noise, his eyes keened.

   “Ayup, just you wait and see.” Katy said.

  “Well, I will look forward to it.” Brassius replied.

   Katy let her boyfriend be and he soon had his nose in his sketchbook. Katy, meanwhile, had a skip in her step and her heartbeat, too. She was going to be the very best! Or have a great time trying. Either would work for her.

   So, over the course of the day, when Katy had a spare moment in between monitoring the ovens, serving customers, and other duties that she had as the manager of Soapberry, she was drawing. Just something small, nothing special and it showed in her materials, she was using a pen and some a square of fresh serviette tissue as she thought anything else - like printer paper - might be too big and imposing. She just wanted to make something small and cute. 

   She had the greatest reference and inspiration in store. Just like how Brassius did still life studies of her baked goods or character design based off the customers who came and went, Katy’s eyes were trained in - almost obsessively - with her subject. He, very kindly, gave her a sweet smile whenever their eyes met. 

   The day went by in the blink of an eye. It was as busy as usual - which is to say not too busy since Cortonda was a small town, even with a hustling bustling tourism season - but there had just been so much enjoyment to have had in her little side project. Hence why Katy felt that closing had come far too soon, sooner than she expected but she had much to show for it.

   Empty shelves, a diner which was turned upside down so the cleaners could mop the floors, and of course a completed drawing. It was only the stragglers now - and Brassius too. The shop sign had turned over and the till had been counted. That was that and now, as a result, it was time for the big surprise that Katy had promised Brassius earlier at opening.

   So, Katy came bounding over to Brassius’s bussed table. It was spick and span, tidied up so he could take his leave once Katy had officially locked up, he had his pencil case all zipped up and satchel by his side. He greeted Katy with a demure smile whilst she almost burst with excitement. She was ear to ear with a grin, clutching tightly her very special surprise.

   “Guess what?” Katy said.

   “What?” Brassius echoed, teasing.

   Katy pouted, “You’re meant to guess! No matter, look, look, I drew something and I’m soooooo proud of it.” she said.

   She extended her arms and flipped around her piece of thick serviette paper. She forced it into Brassius’ face, all but an inch from the tip of his nose and he squinted into it. Her arms began to tremble and she squealed, equal parts nervous and ready to be pampered.

   “Well?” Katy asked, bouncing on her heels. “What do you think?” She shimmied and batted her eyes, expectant of praise.

   Brassius lifted his hand and gently took it from Katy’s hands. He positioned it in front of him so he could see all of it and not just some blurry mess of it, either. Katy stepped back, embarrassed that she had been overzealous but Brassius’s quiet, thoughtful expression assured her that he did not mind. If anything, he found it cute.

   Brassius looked over what she had gifted him. He picked up the crinkled, white serviette and admired the penwork now scrawled over it. The big, bubbly shapes with uneven buggy proportions and he slowly put two and two together. It was a person, with eyes and a nose and face, with spiky cactus-like hair and holding what he at first thought was an enormous lollipop then he noticed, it too, was spiked.

   He realised.

   His expression changed and for a moment, Katy held her breath.

   “It’s wonderful.” Brassius praised it adoringly with a sparkle in his eyes. “Truly avant garde, even!”

   Katy giggled, “Ohh, now you're just being nice.” She playfully denied the compliment.

   “No, not at all, I truly mean what I say.” Brassius assured her.

   “Then thank you.” Katy finally accepted the compliment.

   Brassius continued to gaze ever so lovingly at the little serviette doodle. He could imagine Katy all too easily, scrawling it in between serving customers or instructing her workers with the next batch of baking. It was quickly made but not hastily made. Her linework was precise, even if her shape language was still bulbous and amateur. 

   Still, her drawing exuded so much joy and wonder. It was adorable. Her selection of subjects was also impeccable and doubled down on the happy emotions that it embodied. It was, after all, a portrait of him with either cubist or childish proportions depending on which way he squinted. It was a truly solid beginning to a lot of hard work were Katy to continue honing her ability to draw. 

   Brassius utterly marvelled at it and again at Katy. He looked up, eyes soft.

   “Would you like to see mine now?” he asked her.

   “Yes, I would love to.” Katy squealed with a big smile on her face.

   “There you go.” Brassius replied and he turned his clipboard around to face her.

   Katy’s eyes immediately lit up as she blushed ever so faintly. 

   “Is that me?” she asked.

   “Who else would it be?” Brassius teased her.

   He had depicted her as straightforwardly and realistically as he could. He captured all her beauty, all her grace that he saw in her as she worked and he drew in the corner. 

   The linework was delicate. Oftentimes not even there at all to hint to the roundness of her nose or cheek. There was a passionate twinkle in her eyes, the most built-up part of the drawing to best convey the window into her sweet soul.

   “I-It’s gorgeous, Brassius.” Katy exclaimed.

   “It pales in comparison to you.” Brassius assured her.

   “Oh, you!” Katy’s face went redder.

   “I mean it.” Brassius said.

   He put down his drawing onto the table, next to Katy’s serviette. Then, in turn, he took Katy’s hand and brought it to his lips. He kissed over her knuckles, brushing lightly against her hand. Katy swallowed and allowed herself to be ravished by her far too romantic for his own good partner.

   Quite frankly, embarrassing anyone else in the store with this honeymoon routine. They had been together twenty months but they were acting like it had been twenty minutes and ergo giving the impression, they might still be like this in twenty years’ time.

[ask-kaufmotheclown]

can we have someeee jokes about snakes?

What do you call a snake that can bake?

A PIE-thon!!!

*smiling, proud of his joke*