#i'm making peanut butter chocolate chip cookies rn

[oikasugayama]

Mori is an interesting character if you ignore his pedophilia and the fact that he altered Elise to more closely resemble the 11 year old Yosano and teenaged Dazai. Being an abuser is one thing, Dazai was an abuser too (still kinda is, his interactions with Akutagawa piss me off) and he is beloved by most of the fandom.

It is irritating because the tension and dynamic between him and Fukuzawa is so good and his respect for Natsume and twisted desire for balance is amazing. I wish his ability was something else or maybe, instead of him being (in Elise's words) a lolicon pervert, his desire was to just be a father. To have a child of his own and that could've been the reason he was so fixated on Yosano and Dazai.

It's such a small change but it does wonders for his character, in my opinion at least. No perversion and creepiness towards children just general child abuse and homosexual tension between him and Fukuzawa.

-Sincerely, 💋

this is a really good take on mori, thanks for sharing!! he's honestly got so much well-thought out, specific and strong characterization, and then then he was made completely unsupportable in the fanbase because of what you mentioned about elise and who/what she reflects 🤢 when i first watched BSD i thought elise WAS his daughter and i was wondering what his ability was bc i couldn't recall seeing it--when i looked up what it's CALLED i was disgusted bc it really just confirms everyone's worst fears about his...relationship...to elise. i guess he'd just be too powerful and hot and sexy and sexy and hot if he wasn't such a disgusting awful person, so asagiri had to nerf him 😮‍💨 like i literally feel guilty thinking he's hot sometimes bc i could NEVER support someone with his...interests... and i have to keep chanting he's just lines on paper he's just a character it's ok to think his design is hot and ignore elise and pretend he isn't a lolicon pervert it's ok to think his lines are nice looking lines..... but is it..... is it....

let's not think too hard on it.

p.s. i got through almost all of bungo on my, like, SECOND watch through before i realized mori was a doctor. i straight up saw the flashback of him with little yosano and thought "why is he pretending to be a doctor? that's so fucked up. how did they let him into the military? he's not a real doctor."

i can be a real fucking idiot sometimes.

[mothdruid]

OK ONE MORE HEHE because i am on SUCH a roommate kick and pajama buying kick rn 🥹

from the roommate prompts, "you look so cute." "i'm literally in my pajamas but okay." with our baby bob floyd please my love!! 💗

happy happy birthday!! mwah!! 🎉

seb, again, i'm so sorry for how late this is. but here is our lovely baby bob floyd!!! here is some fucking fluffy fluffy fluff for our lovely baby boy <3

pairing.

robert 'bob' floyd x afab!reader

warnings.

fluff, kissing.

For once you had the day off. You finally had time to bake and clean your shared apartment. It had been on your list of things to do for a few weeks, but the day was just never right. But that morning when you woke up? It was as if you took a full syringe of vitamin B12.

You spent the morning casually cleaning. Sweeping the kitchen and bathroom, doing the small load of laundry you and your roommate had, even doing the dishes that were left over from the day before. When you started watering the plants around the apartment your brain started to buzz with excitement.

It wasn't often that you got to bake, especially from scratch. Bob had brought the idea of baked goods for his birthday a few weeks ago. Specifically snickerdoodles and peanut butter chocolate chip cookies. They weren't too hard to make, so you intended on slamming them all out today while he was working late. It was anything too late, just an extra two hours, but it gave you just enough time to get a batch of each done.

The snickerdoodles came first, then came the peanut butter chocolate chip cookies. It was a bit strategic, being able to leave the bag of left over chocolate chips left to munch on. The last batch was baking when Bob came home.

Bob didn't expect the sight that he saw when he walked into the the apartment. He immediately noticed the smell that filled the apartment, and the Taylor Swift playing in the back ground. He quietly closed the door, making his to the kitchen. And there you were.

Bob had acknowledged a long time ago that he had a crush on you. It was something that he never thought you would need to know. A sacred secret, one that potentially ruin your friendship. When Bob came into the kitchen he felt his heart melt.

You were shaking your entire body around, singing Taylor's Shake It Off to your hearts delight. Bob noticed your attire, realizing it was still what you wore to bed last night. It oddly warmed his heart, knowing that you truly had a day off to do whatever you wanted. Bob watched you reach to the counter, grabbing a handful of chocolate chips. Then you turned around, jumping when you noticed Bob.

"Oh, fuck! Bob!" The chocolate chips fell from your hand, scattering around the floor of the kitchen. "You can't scare me like that!"

"I didn't mean to," Bob smiled big, laughing a little.

Bob tossed his coat over the back of a barstool. The both of you got on the floor, searching for the stray chocolate chips. As the two of you did Bob couldn't help but marvel at you. Stealing glances when you weren't looking, only until you caught him.

"Huh?" You asked.

"Oh, I- nothing." Bob shook his head, trying to ignore it.

"Why do you keep looking at me?" You weren't trying to pry, just being inquisitive.

"I- youlookreallycute." It was like word vomit, all the words coming out as one.

"Oh, I'm literally in just my pajamas but okay." You cheeks were on fire now. Did Bob just call you cute?

Bob decided to just dive in, throwing the caution he loved so much to the wind.

"It doesn't matter, you look cute all the time."

You looked up at him, eyes meeting. He adjusted his glasses, tongue wetting his lips. The two of you were close enough that if you both leaned in you could kiss. Just when the idea crossed your mind, the alarm on your phone went off.

Without a second thought you jumped up, putting the chocolate chips you picked up on the counter. You pulled the tray out of the oven after finding an oven mit. You set the tray on the stovetop, turning back around to see Bob standing up.

Bob's cheeks were dusted with a rosy color. He took a few steps towards you, almost coming chest to chest with you. You slowly took off the oven mit, not breaking eye contact. The two of you sat there for a moment, staring. Without warning he started leaning towards you.

But the kiss never came.

Bob leaned to the side, moving his arm around you to turn the oven off. A relieved breath passed your lips. It was loud enough for Bob to pick up on. He pulled back, not moving from his spot in front of you.

"Don't want to burn the apartment down, now do we?" Bob laughed lightly.

"Bob, I-"

"Hey," he reached out to caress your arm, "I'm sorry for say-"

"Don't be," you grabbed his hand and laced your fingers in his, "cause I think we feel the same way."

Bob smiled before leaning in, pressing his lips so delicately to yours. With his free hand he removed the mit from between your two, setting it down on the counter. He moved your arm to wrap around his shoulders. Your lips moved with his perfectly, as if harmony had finally been achieved in the world.

When the two of you separated giggles came from you. Bob moved and kissed the kiss of your inner arm that wrapped up around him.

"What's so funny?" Bob whispered.

"Just that I've thought of this forever and now, it's happening." You said, letting go of his hand and bring it up to adjust his glasses for me.

"What if I told you I've thought the same thing?" Bob smiled.

You pressed a kiss to his lips again. Your fingers ran up the back of his head, threading through his hair. Bob hummed against your lips, feeling like he was on cloud nine. When he pulled back you spoke before he could.

"Now try these cookies I made you," you grinned wide, "cause they're baked with all my love."

[betweenthings2]

tst!!!!

what is the 2nd angstiest thing you’ve written recently

whats a matty outfit that you like in particular

what do you think of fig newtons

tell us about a fic u are working on rn.. snippet 👀 vibe??

Talk shop Tuesday!! Thank you for the ask!!

I'm including the past couple weeks in lately because I haven't really had the time to do a ton of writing with finals going on, so the second angstiest thing I've written lately within that time frame is A Quiet Kind of Numbness, just behind I Need to Tell You Something (which should have been titled I Think There's Something You Should Know). If you want something I haven't published yet, though, it's probably a prompt from the November list that will be up soon-ish.

My favorite Matty outfit might be that white skirt he wore on stage ages ago with the BauHaus(?) t-shirt, not because it was his best look ever, but because I love the skirt. I can never find a picture of it when I'm looking for it, or I'd link it. I'm also fond of this polo, somewhere on my blog is a collection of photos of Matty in a red button down that's also wonderful--red works well for him--and he had a sweater that looked wonderfully soft in Pittsburgh last year.

I am ambivalent about fig newtons. There are better snacks, like, have you ever had Trader Joe's peanut butter cups? I'd commit an atrocity for those peanut butter cups. Or brie on a slice of fresh bread with a little bit of honey? A homemade chocolate chip cookie?

A fic I'm working on now...hmm. I have a couple things I'm actively working on. I've been working on the Guess Remix fic, which still doesn't have an actual title, but I am really working on it. I also have been working on a fic that deals with self harm because I got an ask about it a while ago and I love making all of us sad. And then I have another fic in the works centered around fictional!Matty developing an eating disorder. I think it's going to be a three part fic with a chapter set around self-titled, A Brief Inquiry, and Covid lockdown. The Guess Remix fic is way closer to being done than anything else, so here's a little snippet.

Matty casts a glace at himself in the mirror, sticks his lipgloss into his bralette, then takes the shoes and heads down the hall, the back of his dress still only halfway zipped.

"George," Matty calls out as he's walking down the hall. "I need you do the zipper."

George appears at the end of the hallway, but he pauses when he sees Matty. "You," he says, "look like something out of a fucking dream."

"I need you to do the zipper," Matty repeats. "Why'd you buy me a dress I can't get into on my own?"

George laughs and urges Matty to turn around so he can zip the dress, saying, "Because you can't get into on your own." He zips the dress, and runs a hand over Matty's shoulder, then adds, "And because you can't get out of it on your own."

Matty turns to face George, realizing then that George looks amazing, too. He steps forward just a bit and stands on his tiptoes for a kiss, still holding the shoes, and when they separate, says, "You look really good."

"So do you," George responds. Then, a little less sure of himself, asks, "Do you like it? All of it?"

Matty nods. "'course I do. You picked it out."

"All of it?" George repeats.

"All of it," Matty echoes. "Particularly this bit," he adds, taking George's hand and guiding it under his skirt so George can feel his lace clad cock.

George doesn't move his hand, but uses his free hand to pull Matty close and kisses him again.

"You're gonna have to move your hand if we're gonna make our reservation," Matty murmurs when they separate.

"I kinda wanna miss it."

[djarinova]

[ademonwithinternet]

*happy vibrating* yayy i'm bat!!!!!! and noo! everything i said was true, you're a m a z i n g!!! you're so awesome and you've done such a good job that i'm giving you a cookie!! do u like cookies? what flavor do you want? <3 -bat

:D I would love cookie!!! maybe peanut butter chocolate chip? thank u v much bat m’ v lonely rn and your asks are v happy making) <33 ilyp