#Flawlessly

[deluluzai]

Ok, real question: did Dazai even KNOW that Chuuya was coming? Because like.. noboooody predicted that Fukuchi is the villain and vampirism will take over as his plan. Like. NOBODY.

And Dazai is in prison, right? And yeah he can communicate with Ango, who could tell Chuuya the plan, but how would've even DAZAI know about the vampirism?? It's not like fyodor is gonna TELL HIM??

So, the only thing that could be possible, is that Chuuya showed up, and Dazai was like "Heck yeah, I'm saved".

But then again, if Dazai DIDN'T know Chuuya isnt actually a vampire, it means eveeeeerything Dazai said about their destiny and stuff was geinuine???

Or alternitavely Chuuya showed up, and Dazai was like "oh ok it's cool now" so Chuuya played along with Dazai's plan and they were making it up as they were going along.

So Dazai drowns Chuuya, bc he knows Chuuya can get out, then Chuuya sees Fyodor make the elevator malfunction, and saves Dazai last minute, and when Chuuya was sent to shoot Dazai, they didn't even have to look at each other to know, that they would just do the trick they used to do when they were younger.

[xx-akubara-xx]

Please take this in good humor!! I know I can be a bit of a hot mess at times, and learn simple tricks like links, gallery organization, and whatever helpful tools various social media offer way too late but I do pick them up eventually!

Ultimately thank you all for being so patient with me!!! Your support and kindness honestly mean so much.

[notmuchtoconceal]

My Lover's Got Humor

She's the Giggle

at a Funeral

Knows Everybody's

Disapproval

Shoulda Worshipped Her

Sooner

If the Heavens

Ever Did Speak

She's the Last

True Mouthpiece

Every Sunday's

Getting More Bleak

Fresh Poison Each Week

\\./

"We were born sick"

You heard them say it

//.\

My church offers

no absolutes

She tells me

Worship in the Bedroom

. o 0 o .

The only heaven

I'll be sent to

Is When I'm Alone

With You

I was born sick

but I love it

Command Me

two Be Well

Aye.

Amen.

Amen.

Aye, men.

( o )

Take me to church

I'll worship

laika dog

at the shrine

of your lies

i'll tell you

my sins

and you can

sharpen your knife.

Offer me that

deathless death

Oh Good God

let me give ya my life

( )

Take me to church

I'll worship

LAIKA DAWG

at the Shrine of Your Lies

I'll Tell You My Sins

& You Can Sharpen Your Knife

Offer Me That

D e a t h l e s s D e a t h

( o ) Good God

Let Me Give Ya My LIfe

((()))

If I'm a Pagan

of the Good Times

My Lover's the Sunlight

Keep the Goddess

on My Side

She Demands a Sacrifice

Drain the Whole Sea

Get Somethin Shiny

Somethin Meaty

for the Main Course

That's a Fine Lookin High Horse!

What you got in the stable?

We've gotta lotta starvin faithful.

That looks tasty.

That looks plenty.

This is hungry work.

((( o )))

Take Me To Church

I'll Worship

Laika Dog

at the Shrine

Of Your Lies

I'll Tell Ya My Sins

So You Can

Sharpen Your Knife

Offer Me My

Deathless Death

o G o o d G o d

Let me give ya my life!!!

((()))o((()))o(()))

take me to church

i'll worship

laika dog

at the shrine

of your lies

i'll tell ya

my sins

so you can

sharpen your

knife

offer me my

deathless death

o good god

let me give ya

my life

((( )))

No Masters or Kings

When the Ritual Begins

There is No

Sweeter Innocence

Than Our

Gentle Sin

In the Madness

and Soil

of that Sad,

Earthly Scene

Only Then

I am Human

Only Then

I am Clean

((( )))

(((( ))))

Amen.

A m e n

Aye, men.

o((()))(()))(())o

Take Me to Church

I'll Worship

Laika Dog

at the Shrine

of Your Lies

I'll Tell You

My Sins

& You

Can Sharpen

Your Knife

Offer Me That

Deathless Death

Oh, Good God!

Let me give ya my life!

take me to church i'll worship laika dawg at the shrine of your lies i'll tell u my sins and u can sharpen your knife offer me that deathless death good god let me give ya my life

[laejoh]

Fun fact about codeberg.org

codeberg.org knows about markdown, and so does org-mode.  My documents render flawlessly without me doing a thing :D

My document:

The result on codeberg.org:

Can I get a “Wahoo”?

[pidgydraws]

🐕 dog dads 🐕

[diviji]

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[st-hedge]

Here are the biblically accurate raidens I drew for every day I played metal gear rising (plus some cuz the gaps were bothering me). What a fucking ridiculous game 12/10

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

yeag

[erlkink-heatcliff]

git him! ooh git him !

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extra doodles too

[silly2tilly]

ponie drawing #2

[snazzycrown]

I made a beautiful drawing based off a post

It’s glorious.

Here’s the post:

[whitehairedanimeboyfriend]

Idk I feel like hearing people say "Every single trans masc I know passes super easily" is not like. the "trans men have it easier" take you think it us

[zorrasucia]

can we get your take on the trapped inside the fridge trope? enemies to lovers vibes between reader and carmy? pls and congrats on 300 followers

Hello, Anon! Thank you ☺️💜

And yes definitely! I went for a version where they get trapped a week or so before opening night - I love Carmy with all my heart but he would be absolutely unfuckable that day lol

Send a request for my 300 followers celebration! 🥂

Michelin star chef Carmen Berzatto had already gone through two of the stages of grief after finding out that you two were trapped inside the walk in fridge. He had loudly declared 'this can't be happening' about twenty times, trying the handle over and over: denial. Then, he slammed the door with his fists and palms, cursing at the top of his lungs, screaming his throat raw for no one to hear: anger.

"Fucking manchild," you mumbled under your breath while he screamed through the phone, trying to get "the fridge guy" to get you two out.

You had been training at the kitchen of The Bear for the past couple of weeks, preparing for their opening, and your opinion of Carmy was less than stellar already.

"The fuck were you still doing here anyway?" he barked, like he had suddenly remembered you were there too.

You sighed.

"You asked me to stay, Chef," you emphasized. Was it mature and productive to play the blame game? No. But you were exhausted and cold and tired of Carmy's bullshit. "You asked me to re-label the produce because the tape was torn, not cut."

Carmy looked at the containers right in front of him, his gaze vacant as one tattooed finger traced the edges of torn out tape, one of the last few you had left to replace.

"Right," he exhaled. He seemed to have tired himself out. "What time is it?"

You checked your phone. "Quarter past midnight."

"Fuck."

"Yeah, fuck," you agreed, crossing your arms to stay warm.

Carmy looked at you, his blue eyes fixed on your face as a shiver went down your spine.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Just fine. Freezing myself to death is all," you snarked.

He seemed to hesitate for a moment, then quickly removed his chef whites, and offered them to you.

"I'm fine," you repeated but then a second shiver went through you. "Thanks, Chef," you accepted reluctantly. The fabric was warm from his body, smelling of aftershave and sweat - manly. You wished you didn't enjoy the scent as much as you did.

He put hands in his pockets, keeping warm now that he was only wearing his t-shirt. Your eyes studied the tattoos on his arms and hands trying to guess the meaning or beauty behind them, stubbornly refusing to break the heavy silence between you.

His phone chimed.

"It's, uh, Tony, the fridge guy," Carmy said. "Says he can be here in an hour."

"Plus however long he takes to get us out," you guessed. Carmy nodded. Then, he shivered.

Fuck.

You couldn't believe you were going to suggest this.

"Want a hug?" you offered, looking down.

"Mmm?" Carmy cocked his head, genuinely confused.

"I said, do you want a hug?" you repeated, arms uncrossing. "You're freezing and I'm freezing and we've got at least an hour and a half more of this bullshit."

He stood in silence for a whole minute.

"Alright."

He moved closer to you, hands by his sides, completely still, waiting for you to make the move. There was something endearing about it, you thought as you laced your arms around his wide shoulders, solid muscle under your palms. You were practically the same height, his curls tickled your cheek.

"This okay?" you asked.

"Yes, better," he agreed reluctantly, his voice vibrating through your chest.

You felt like you were holding a statue. Maybe it was a good thing - it would be a little fucked up if the Carmy Berzatto was eager to hold you tight and touch your body. However, a part of you, the part that loved his smell and liked the look of his arms, kind of hoped he would hug you back.

"You can hold me, if you want," you whispered.

He took a step closer and wrapped his arms around your waist, his exhale caressing your neck.

You stood there, in silence, for a while, unnaturally still. You rubbed your thumb over his shoulder for a bit, it made it feel more like a real hug and less awkward.

All of a sudden, Carmy cleared his throat and moved away.

"You okay?" you asked.

He turned his back to you, hands on his hips.

"I, uh, yes, I'm fine," he replied, voice choked up.

"I'm not going to report you to HR or anything, if that's what you're worried about," you mumbled, suddenly feeling very guilty. "Or if I made you uncomfortable-"

He shook his head. "No, no. It's not your-" he stopped himself.

"My f-fault?" you finished, shivering again. The cold seemed to double down now that his body wasn't shielding you and you wanted him back where he was.

"It isn't. It's just been a while," he ended cryptically, glancing over his shoulder towards you, face flushed even with the cold, rearranging his apron to better cover his crotch. And suddenly you understood. You didn't make him uncomfortable, if anything he was too comfortable in your embrace.

"Oh."

"Yeah," he looked up at the ceiling.

"Chef, it's fine," you tried to reassure him. He huffed incredulously. "It is."

Carmy ran his hands through his hair. You followed the lines of muscle you could guess under his t-shirt - it was a distracting sight. You were flushed down to the neck, warmth invading your belly, and it was way past midnight...

"Chef?" he only gave you a tense hum in response. "Can I help?"

"With what?" he replied brusquely. He was angry, again. He was hard for you and angry - why couldn't he just pick one?

"Never fucking mind," you rolled your eyes. "I was going to offer you a quick fuck but if you're going to be insufferable about that too then I guess you can will your boner away and die mad about it," you spat.

Carmy turned towards you with dark eyes.

"You weren't," he denied roughly. "Why would you? You weren't."

"Because I think you're hot and it feels nice being desired," you shrugged.

This wasn't about being in love or some bullshit, you had known each other for two weeks and you were pretty sure he hadn't really noticed you for most of that time. He was horny, you were willing, and you were both cold as fuck.

He took two steps and suddenly he was in your space, forehead almost touching yours.

"Would you still?" he asked simply, his breath tickling your lips.

"Yeah," you exhaled.

"Even with me being insufferable about it?" he insisted.

"Well, then I guess you better make me come," you dared him.

"Okay."

"Okay."

Carmy grabbed you in his arms and kissed you hard, cornering you against the shelves, his body warm and eager against yours. You ran your fingers through his hair, a little greasy from the day, but still soft and addicting to pull on. He groaned into your mouth. His nimble fingers untied his apron and yours, breaking a bruising kiss to throw them on the floor. He didn't attempt to remove any other piece of clothing.

"Not sure you've got your priorities straight," you sassed when he started kissing your neck and touching your breasts over your shirt.

He angled his hips so that you could feel his cock hard against your center. You moaned.

"Don't I?" he teased right back, smiling into your skin.

"Fuck you," you said without bite, panting as he ground his hips against yours. "Shouldn't feel this good," you mumbled hazily.

"Hmm?"

He seemed lost in it, breathing hard into the skin of your neck, the tips of his fingers tracing cold lines on the small of your back, his palms squeezing your ass greedily.

"It shouldn't feel this good to dry hump in a fucking walk-in," you finished your sentence with a breathy laugh.

Behind you, the shelves were shaking with the steady rhythm of Carmy grinding against you.

His blue eyes searched for yours. "I said I'd make you come. And I will," he panted. "But it's been a fucking long while and I need you to be good for me, okay?" His hands held your hips even tighter.

"Yes, Chef," you exhaled, holding on to his shoulders, opening your legs, and letting him use you.

His movements turned desperate, messy thrusts and low grunts as he stared into your eyes and chased his pleasure. He was breathing into your open mouth, drunk on lust, pupils blown.

"Let go. It's okay, let go," you said, one hand caressing his face.

Carmy let out a sharp groan and closed his eyes, holding you tighter as he came down from his high.

"Fuck," he exhaled on the side of your face, spent. You liked that he sounded soft and needy.

"Not so angry now," you teased, fingers carding through his hair.

He laughed and kissed your cheek, your jaw, your neck... His fingers unbuttoned your trousers with ease, and his right hand went inside your underwear unceremoniously.

You hissed at the cold.

"Kind of glad you didn't get me naked, actually," you admitted with a smile.

"Seems like we both enjoyed it just fine," Carmy goaded when his index traced your folds and found you soaking wet.

You couldn't come up with another biting remark, not with his finger inside you and his lips crushing yours. His thumb caressed your clit, doing lazy circles while his index curled inside you.

"Fuck!"

"Good?" he asked.

"More," you pleaded, becoming needy and monosyllabic, arching your back when his middle finger went inside you too.

Carmy swallowed your moans, humming encouragingly as you rode his hand.

"That's it, that's it," he whispered when your pussy started squeezing his fingers.

"Fuck, like that," you whined, rolling your eyes, fluttering around his knuckles, squeezing his shoulders, feeling a wave of pleasure leave you breathless.

You held him tight as you felt the aftershocks, a little confused that he hadn't removed his hand yet but enjoying the feeling of fullness.

His thumb pressed on your clit again, sensitive after your release but still electrified. You let out a low moan.

"I can stop," Carmy offered just as his fingers arched inside you again, making you roll your eyes and shake in his embrace.

"Don't stop," you begged.

It was quicker this time. He had you figured out and ready, pliant under his touch, one leg hoisted over his hip as you unraveled for him.

"Yes, like that," he mumbled as your hips started moving with a will of their own, your pussy tight around his fingers, everything turning white and hot for a moment. He kissed you through it - messy and open mouthed, enjoying your undoing almost as much as you did.

There was a couple of minutes of beautiful silence between you, just your heavy breathing interrupting it.

He kissed the side of your face as he took his hand out of your underwear, wet to the palm. He cleaned it thoroughly with one of the dish towels he kept at the sides of his apron. You blushed at the sight.

"I can wash that for you," you offered.

"No, need," he said, tucking it inside his pocket. His blue eyes took you in completely. "Thank you, Chef."

You nodded, biting your lip.

The fridge guy arrived shortly after that. You two spent the small hours of the morning sat on the floor, not talking, not arguing. Carmy's hand shielded your face from the bright sparks of metal cutting metal.

Things would go back to normal. He would be insufferable in the morning, no doubt, screaming and demanding, losing his mind over torn out tape. But you could enjoy this, having him soft and tired, his arm around your shoulders, knowing well what his fingers felt like three knuckles deep inside you. 

[heartman]

HI YEAH WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THE TRANSITION OF THE BALL FALLING OFF THE ROOF ONLY FOR IT TO BECOME TOKIYUKI'S BROTHER'S SEVERED HEAD WHEN IT HITS THE GROUND TO SHOW HIS LIFE IS NOW FORFEIT AND JAPAN IS IN SHAMBLES CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TALK TO ME ABOUT THE ELUSIVE SAMURAI I'M LOSING MY SHIT OVER THAT FLAWLESS TRANSISTION ALONE

[slayerchick303]

Strike up the band!

[kakarotcake]

As much as I love dogging on Super and criticizing the sheer amount of inconsistencies in its writing........it did do some things right. I do appreciate how they handled this moment in BoG with Goku.

He's backed up against the figurative wall, faced with power greater than his own that threatens to wipe out Earth and everything on it..... The first person who flashes in his mind is Chi Chi.

This isn't the first time a scene like this happened either. There's moments scattered in *Z* of Goku thinking of Chi Chi and Gohan in times of crisis, having nightmares n' whatnot of them in danger.

Annnnd yet, some people still say that Goku doesn't love his wife. Doesn't love his kids. Unreal.