#just a rambly vent yall skip if you want

[vampiricsheep]

🍳🍪🍽️ for all of your characters with animal qualities/features!

@mystery-salad

oh going for my throat with one huh lmfao; that IS my brand tho........ty <3 I'll skip the charr, werewolves, n khajiit, and anyone else whose animal qualities are typical to species since I feel that's slightly different and would also make this incredibly long! Since evander's traits are for the most part costuming rather than inherent I'll disqualify him too. Winter's less tief traits are inherited from a satyr parent, so they don't count either.

that'll be rrenne (wolf-adjacent), banni (rabbit), tueggi (bird of prey), stinnt (body modded goat legs + hawk wings), laamb (experimental genetic warping resulting in ovine features), skunk (similar to laamb, but skunk-like and self-inflicted), ram (sheep legs n horns and a weird alien tail), sasha (catlike eyes and shark teeth), matias (clawed feet, horns, and a general catlike vibe)...and I think that's everyone!

Rrenne

🍳 - How well can they cook?

If he can set it up over a fire or in the sun and just leave it for a few hours or days he's perfectly fine, but anything with complicated steps are difficult, since in his mind they'll flip around in order or be randomly omitted. Having a recipe written doesn't help much either. In fairness, he has to keep his wyvern from eating it while he isn't looking, which is harder if there's two bowls. And you really, really don't want a fire wyvern getting into a bowl of flour.

🍪 - How well can they bake?

Calling back to the first point, not very well on his own. If you walked him through it, he'd be fine.

🍽️ - What’s their favorite food?

this man ate fermented mycelia-riddled uncooked boar flesh. at this point, anything novel.

Banni

🍳 - How well can they cook?

so-so, but not horrible. much better with a recipe on hand. Needs the aid of a timer for some things, or to walk out of the kitchen with the spatula or mixing spoon to remember to come back.

🍪 - How well can they bake?

same as above! It's more complicated when you have to make vegan substitutes, though. no two recipes treat applesauce or bananas the same way, for example, and some recipes are really dry because there's an overlap between vegan food bloggers and food bloggers who think any oil, saturated or not, will advance your death date astronomically.

🍽️ - What’s their favorite food?

...kale chips, or a well baked sweetroll of one variety or another.

Tueggi

🍳 - How well can they cook?

She's had a lot of practice, and her kitchen is workable if a little small. She's got a big recipe book and takes it out every time she cooks; even though she probably knows some of them by heart, she refuses to trust memory when she has a reference immediately on hand.

🍪 - How well can they bake?

She's pretty good, but she'd never enter a competition.

🍽️ - What’s their favorite food?

Their name is escaping me right now, but those fried dough balls served in a spiced honey syrup. She's not very good at making them, so they're an especially nice treat.

Stinnt

🍳 - How well can they cook?

He won't win any awards, but it's edible and not unpleasant. He sticks to simple, reliable recipes and flexible things like stews.

🍪 - How well can they bake?

it's miserable and he hates it. If he touches flour it's for gravy, not pastry.

🍽️ - What’s their favorite food?

one time laamb made this really good root vegetable curry and he's ever since wished to have it again, but it used exclusively fresh-harvested herbs and vegetables in a region they haven't since returned to.

Laamb

🍳 - How well can they cook?

She's pretty good! Even before The Incident she had a keen nose that gave her an advantage in spice mixing.

🍪 - How well can they bake?

It's difficult, but she can do it if she sets her mind to it. She's made some very nice brown breads in the past.

🍽️ - What’s their favorite food?

Honestly, fresh-from-the-oven bread served with a good hearty soup.

Soft Skunk (she needs a real name huh...to be fair that's probably all her colleagues call her now)

🍳 - How well can they cook?

we'll just say that she's not allowed to bring anything to a potluck. to be clear, it's not that she refuses, she's been banned from it.

🍪 - How well can they bake?

also pretty bad. She'll eat anything she makes but that's more of a talent than anything.

🍽️ - What’s their favorite food?

It's, fuck, it uses bloodstone in seimur's signature style. what is it under that? nobody wants to get close enough to find out.

Ram

🍳 - How well can they cook?

decently! he's good at improvising with what's on hand, but better with a given recipe and its intended ingredients.

🍪 - How well can they bake?

he doesn't work with anything too complicated like layered pastries, but LOVES baking bread!

🍽️ - What’s their favorite food?

warm, fresh, leavened bread with butter or herbed oil.

Sasha

🍳 - How well can they cook?

Not super well, but passable.

🍪 - How well can they bake?

They just don't bother, which is for the best.

🍽️ - What’s their favorite food?

mangoes <3

Matias

🍳 - How well can they cook?

He'll make something, and you won't really know what it is, and neither will he, but it'll be pretty good, or at least ok, most of the time!

🍪 - How well can they bake?

same as his regular cooking tbh!

🍽️ - What’s their favorite food?

honestly, I'm not sure, but he is fond of a warm, honeyed coffee with soymilk specifically.

[gr0vndz3ro]

More -pt.2

Bakugou x reader

Warnings: Angst, cursing, mentions/use of alcohol, almost harasment?,  mention/use of drugs??, my heart just hurt ok, mentions of fwb

Word count:3,220

A/N: thank you for the responses on the first part, this is pretty soon after but I still felt really inspired for it. But ask and you shall receive. Here is part two for More, I hope yall like it (: 

Read part one here: pt.1

You regretted saying goodbye.

From the moment you had walked away from him and left in the rain you were filled with regret. The thought of if he watched you leave haunting your thoughts. You doubted it. It had been just over 2 months since you ended things between the two of you, but the ache in your heart made it feel like so much longer. Maybe I should have just kept things the same, at least then I’d still have him. Thoughts like this constantly circling your mind as you laid in bed, engulfed in darkness, the only comfort you felt was from the warmth of your blanket.

You cursed yourself for feeling like this, for being this dumb. This whole situation was just so fucking clique. The fuck buddy falling in love for the other when everything had started on a strict no feelings, no strings attached agreement. Thinking that you were strong enough not to fall in love with the way that his fingers left goosebumps across your skin. That you could listen to his endless sweet nothing that he would whisper into your ear and not fall in love with the man behind each and every word. Thinking that every time you were thinking of him that maybe he was thinking of you too. Eventually you were ripped out of this hope with every day that had passed with out a response from him. 

With every morning that you woke up to no new notifications from the only person you wanted to hear from, you felt your chest get heavier. You figured that the best way for you to get over him was to try talking to someone new, but you couldn’t help but want to leave every flirt on read. They weren’t him. But you needed some way to get him off your mind. So you drowned yourself in men. Not spending a moment alone, because you knew that as soon as you did he’d creep back in to your thoughts.

At first your friends brushed it off as a typical rebound, but after a while they started getting concerned. You constantly ditch them and cancel plans saying that your busy, just to find you in a bar or with some guy. They couldn’t keep track of you any more, you were all over the place. Your best friend Mina couldn’t stand to see you like this anymore. It broke her heart every night that she found you at some bar and managed to bring you home, hearing the way that you spilled your emotions to her in your drunken state. She knew she needed to do something.

You woke up in your bed, a throbbing pain in your head. On your nightstand there was a cup of water, a pain killer, and a note. You swallow the pill while picking up the note, “Hey I left you some food in your fridge, don't forget to eat. The gang all wants to go to the movies the weekend, and I hope you’ll join us. I love you hun-Mina” You small smile makes it’s way to your lips as you read the note. She was probably the reason you were at home. Pulling the sheets up the body, you let your head hit the pillow again, not wanting to deal with the real world yet. You closed your eyes, wanting nothing more than to fall back to sleep. 

But begrudgingly you got up from your vibe, pulling the sheets away from you and walk over to the mirror. Geez I look like a mess. Was the only thought that came to your head as you looked at yourself. You walk over to your closet to pick out some clothes before making your way to the shower. You turn it on and let it heat up before stepping in. The feeling of the hot water hitting your back relaxes you but you can’t help but start to think. 

Had all of this really been a smart idea. Should you have even started all of this with the angry blond? You had to have known that he couldn’t feel the same. After all those years in high school and he only came out with one best friend and only a handful that he tolerated. So what made you think you were different. What made you think that you could be the one to bring down his giant walls and make him bring someone into his life. That he would ever be able to see you more than just another extra in the way of his personal success. You shake your head in attempt to get those thoughts out of your head but you had ignored them for to long. 

But a part of you wished that you could have been the one to get him to open up. Be able to see the softer side that you know he has, the one that he keeps hidden away from the rest of the world so well. To be able to have him come home from a particularly rough day at work and the first thing he does is hold you in his arms, kissing your forehead as he vents to you about everything that is on his mind. To be able to have him pull you close to him in the dead of the night like you had caught him the few times you woke up in the middle of the night. The way he squeezed onto you while you were dead asleep making uou think that maybe, just maybe he had felt the same for you. But as the water trails down your back and into the drain, and your standing alone in your bathroom shower, you are abruptly reminded of how alone you really are. That it was only you that felt that way and nothing more. 

“Fuck this, I can’t keep feeling like this” You say to yourself as you finish washing. You put on your clothes and walk over to your vanity to start getting ready. “Lets go get rid of these pesky emotions what do you say.” You say to your reflection as you grab a brush and get ready for the night.

~time skip~

When Bakugou got off of work he wasn’t expecting the first thing he sees to be text from his old friend Mina. But what he was expecting even less then that was the contents of the texts. He understood why Mina was concerned but why did she think he would be the best person to call in this situation. None the less here he was, standing in some random club on a side of town he had never been too. If the drive wasn’t enough to tick him off, then the booming sound coming from the pack venue was. You just have to find her then you can go the fuck home, was the only thought that was pushing him through this crowd. Had it been anyone else, he would have probably just said fuck it and went home, but he felt he owed you this at least. 

But his search was starting to prove useless as he had been in the club for almost 2 hours without even so much of a glimpse of you. He started heading to the door so that he could call Mina back and let her know he couldn’t find you until he spotted you at the bar. You were sitting there with some mans arm wrapped around your shoulder. Bakugou didn’t recognize him as any of your friends so he made his way over. When he had made it over to the duo he could tell for sure that it for sure wasn’t someone you knew. His eye brow raised at the view of the mans lips attaching to your neck, the two of your eyes meeting. He could see it in your eyes that something was off.

“Who’s this?” Bakugou lets out, annoyed that he even has to be asking this question. The said person in question paid no attention and continued his grouping. 

“Thiis -hick- is my new boyfriend for toniight. So if you don't miiind, im -hick- buuussssyyyy” the words slurring for your mouth, barely able to put together a coherent sentence. Bakugou rolled his eyes at your state. He went to turn around and leave when his eyes caught sight of your drink, a small empty capsule beside it, and suspicious trail of bubbles leading from the bottom to the top of your drink and it clicked in his head. 

“I think it’s time to get you home.” he reaches over to grab your hand but is quickly shut down by the man beside you. His arms caging around your frame acting as a barrier between the two of you. “Move out of my way extra.”

“Can’t you see that we’re kinda busy here pal. Why don’t you go fuck off and find something else to get your dick wet in alright, this ones mine for the night.” The man grabbing a hold of your face to pull you into a kiss, as you’re unable to fully process everything that he is saying. A crackling sound can be heard from behind you as the man that was attacking your mouth was ripped off of you. You gasp for a breath of air feeling previously suffocated by the stranger you had met a half hour ago.

“I’m going to be nice since she’s here and give you one warning. You are going to back the fuck up and leave her the hell alone before I blast you head off do you understand? Or you would you like to stay will I get someone to test out this drink to see what the fuck you put into it? Its your choice you fucking lowlife, so what is it going to be?” The man that was previously latched on to you was quickly fleeing to the door, trying to create as much distance as he could between you and the raging blond as he could. “That's what I thought, fucking coward” His attention now turning over to you as he notices you starting to lose your balance just sitting in the stool. You start leaning heavily and Bakugou is quick to catch you before you hit the floor. “shit, shit. Fuck. Okay we need to get you out of here” Is all that is able to leave his mouth as he picks you up bridal style and heading to the door. 

“Nooooo I was just having -hick- fuuuun” you head dropping back as you watch all the people passing you by as he walks out the door. Bakugou pays no attention to your ramblings as he makes his way further out the club, the bouncer giving him a suspicious look before realizing the situation and clear the exit to allow for the two of you to leave quicker. He makes it to his car and manages to unlock it while still holding it and puts you into the passenger seat. As he goes to reach across your body to grab the seat belt. “Ooo a hug?” You reach up to try to wrap your arms around him but he moves away from your reach. He shuts your door before walking over to his side of the car and stepping in. A pout across your face as you speak up again, “Why no hug?” He looks over to meet your stare.

“Because I know that if you weren’t in the state you’re in right now you wouldn’t want to hug me, and un like that asshole I know some fucking manners.” His grip on the wheel tightening as he thinks back to the scumbag who had the fucking audacity to lay his hands on you and take advantage of you in this mess of a state. The drive back to his apartment was quite from then on, seeing as you passed out half way through his sentence. When the two of you had arrived he carried you up to his apartment. He walked you into your room before trying to decide on whether to change you out of your outrageous outfit. He didn’t want you to feel like he was taking advantage of you, but he couldn’t let you sleep in those uncomfortable clothes. After struggling with the tightness of the dress and the lack of help for your semi comatose bod, he finally managed to get you out of your dress and into one of his shirt, quickly swallowing you in its size. He very well could have put you in some of your own clothes that you had managed to leave here but he couldn’t stop himself from needing to see you wrapped up in his shirt. He layed you in his bed and pulled the blankets over your body before walking out of the room, making sure to look back a final time at you before exiting the room completely.

~the next morning~

You woke up with a pounding in your head, this time different from before. You look down at the blanket that covered your body before taking in your surroundings. There was no way. How were you back in his room. You quickly get out of bed, quickly regretting it by the feeling that takes over when you get to your feet. You felt like you were going to throw up, and not just because of the feeling in your head, but because of the all to familiar smell of caramel. Your eyes quickly meet the door what you hear a knock as you walk over to open it not wanting to meet the eyes of the person on the other side.

“You look like shit” You quickly go to slam the door shut, but your stopped by a hand in the frame. The door pushing open as you fail to keep it shut, Bakugou winning and taking a step inside of his room, you wanted nothing more than to lock yourself away forever. “What the fuck are you doing with yourself? It’s bad enough you don't talk to anyone but I have to come home to a call from Mina to come and rescue you? What the hell are you doing? You can’t keep kissing strangers, pretending that it’ll make all of your problems go away.” He looked down, taking you in. The way you stood infront of him making him want to do nothing more than to hug you but he couldn’t help himself from putting up his wall, trying to block you out

“I don't owe you an explanation Bakugou. Thank you for whatever you did but I’m going to be leaving now.” You go to try to slip past him to get to the front door, but soon are stopped by his grip on your wrist.

“Your friends are starting to get concerned. They’re worrying about you and honestly I’m starting to see why.” You couldn’t help but scoff at his words. He was concerned about you?? You could really tell by the way that he checked up on you, Your eyes just rolling at the thought. You didn’t have the energy to play these games with him. Pulling your arm out of his wrist you take a step toward him, anger starting to take over as you speak up.

“You’re concerned Bakugou? That’s just fucking rich. I could really feel your worry over the countless calls and messages you left, oh wait, my bad that wasn’t you, was it? That’s right because you never fucking called or texted or anything. But now all of a sudden you think you’re going to swoop in here and save the day, pull me out of the despair that apparently is my life and make everything better?”

“Y/N-” He goes to speak up but you cut him off.

“You know what I think I’m finally starting to understand you. Your the kind of person who loves toying with others emotions. You give them messages and make them feel like you care with sweet words, but leave in the middle of the night making them feel all alone. You make them grow used to your constant attention and texts and then when they pour their heart to you, you fall off the face of the earth. You choose to have friends with benefits because you are so fucking afraid of commitment it hurts. Why is it so impossible for you to let someone care about you?!” Your finger are prodding his chest roughly as your voice starts breaking at the raw emotion pouring out of you.

“Would you just listen to me for a second?” His hand grabbing your wrist again to stop your tiny attacks on his chest.

“What can you say that would possibly make any of this better Bakugou?”

“You’re right okay.” You were half tempted to pinch yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming. The Bakugou Katsuki admitting you were right? You never thought you’d live to see the day. But you were taken out of your thoughts as he continued. “You’re right. I am scared of commitment. But it’s not because I’m afraid of someone leaving me or people caring about me. It’s because I’m scared I’m never going to live up to your expectations. That I’m never fucking going to be good enough for someone like you. So yeah I thought that being friends with benefits would just be easier. But -fuck- being around you, it was so fucking hard not to fall in love with you. With all the little shit that you do, constantly making me think about you. I’ll admit that I was a coward. Letting you leave that day, when I wanted nothing more than to run after you and make you come back. To tell you exactly how I felt about you. But I let you go, so I didn’t feel like I deserved a second chance. So I’m sorry that I never texted you okay? But you deserved more than that.” 

You had never felt so much emotion pour out of him before, the wall he had built crumbling infront of you. And that’s when his words hit you.

“You love me?” Your voice soft as you look up, looking into his eyes, hoping that what you heard hadn’t been a mistake. He stepped forward, his hand coming up to meet the side of your face. You melt into his touch, almost forgetting how warm it was. He held your face in his hands as a look you had never seen crossed his face.

“Did it take you that long to realize?” Your eyes start to tear up as you find yourself looking at his lips, not believing what you had heard. You close you eyes, as he leans down, his lips meeting yours in a soft but passionate kiss. Emotion poured out of both of you as your lips moved in perfect sync. 

You knew that you both had a lot you need to talk through, but for the first time in months the ache in your heart was gone. You were once again wrapped up in his arms and for the moment that's all that mattered. And there wasn’t anything you craved more.

[hufflepuff-skank]

Maybe I should get pedialyte or something and just have it in my room so i can still get nutrients when i can't seem to get myself out of bed. I've started hoarding bottles of powerade in my room to drink because, idk, I worry that when im not eating and just drinking water, im like...peeing out and using up all my electrolytes without putting any back in via food, but I really have no fucking clue, my electrolyte levels are probably just fine. 🙄 There's no way I'm getting enough nutrients throughout the day, though. Ive been steadily losing weight without intention for the last year or so because my appetite has gotten so non-existent most of the time, but, like, im still fat, so it's not like my body doesn't have the stored calories to keep me warm and shit, but goddamn. I'm so fucking hungry. I just feel so nauseated by most food. I eat so many canned beans. Beans and also canned soup. It's yummy and filling, but lately, even that has started to repel me. I've been living off pepperoni and shredded cheese for the last three days. Told you I eat like trash. The only thing that actually appeals to my appetite is highly fatty, savory, carby foods. Yall what the fuck, this is such bullshit, I JUST WANT FOOD. IM HUNGRY. Haven't eaten in, like, 13 hours. 🙃 Literally will go to the kitchen, roam around for a full 10 minutes looking in the cabinets and fridge for anything that seems decent, then go back to my room without getting food because I couldn't fathom eating anything I saw without getting so grossed out I have to put it down halfway through eating it. I just. Do not know what's wrong with me. I need me some fuckin pedialyte. Drank a few sips of that here and there when I had the horrific, near-death experience of the tonsillectomy recovery. Oh my god dude that experience was wild. I was so starved and dehydrated and low on blood that, on top of everything surgery-related, I got a fucking yeast infection. The first and only one I've ever had. My vagina takes pretty good care of itself, and the yeast infection didnt get severe since I treated it as soon as I noticed the signs (lol dude, I realized it because I peed for the first time in, like, 3 days (very very dehydrated during that time), and my clit hurt so bad when I wiped. Did not know yeast infections could make your clit hurt), but it was still bullshit to have my pussy hurt while I was trying to recover from nearly dying. Lol though, the surgery and everything didn't stop me giving a handjob when a guy came over to lie in bed with me for comfort. It wasn't a heated thing, it was just a calm, let's-snuggle-against-each-other-and-watch-me-play-with-your-dick kind of thing. It was a nice comfort. Dopamine 😌

Bro, what the fuck am i talking about. I'm posting like tumblr is my diary, but idfc, no one has to read my complaining and reminiscing if they don't want to. I like that thought. That im venting but that it's not in a direct message that someone might feel obligated to be supportive about. Yall are probably thinking about just as much personal stuff as I am, and I like knowing that you can skip past my post if it's too much or not what you feel like reading. Ugh, I have to read over this now so I don't say something extra stupid. Lol what am I saying, this whole ramble is a weird jumble of topics and tmi, but idfc. I'm hungry and fussy, and I want to .

ANYWAY, just finished reading over this (didnt make any edits lol), and I'm feeling very fond of yall who like my horny posts and venty posts. Idk just feeling soft this morning (it's 2:24 pm, but the weather is making me feel like it's morning, so I'm declaring that it's morning right now).

Im slacking on eating again 😖 I need to feed and hydrate my body, number one, just because I want to be kinder to myself and my body and, number two, because my milk is never going to come in if my body is convinced it's starving. 😖😖😖

(Its only been like 2 weeks or smth, im not expecting any real milk yet anyway but still)

[vampiricsheep]

.

I don’t want to mutilate myself. I imagine few do.

Intrusive thoughts are just that - intrusive, unwanted.

but when I try to reassure myself with that, I remember

the time I snapped a new walking stick on an impulse, even though I knew the consequence would be not having it,

the times when I lose control of my body, when it acts on its own

and i feel like I can’t trust my own hands. like a spoon is a weapon,

wiping my face is a threat,

and if I fall asleep with my hands unbound,

they might hurt me in the middle of my dreams.

sometimes I wake bolt upright, as though possessed,

and wish someone could restrain me, so I wouldn’t have to distrust my own body.