#let him bake

[orengesz]

He's so beautiful. I'm honestly so happy for our lil rookie Ostrich Pastrami

Taken from his twitter, quoting "Suitcase going to weigh a little more on the way home 😃🏆"

[gdomggdsss]

Let him be a little devious he deserves it

[your-average-toast-enjoyer]

Imma be scrolling on tumblr before going to bed reblogging couple of things and I think to myself "I'm gonna let it bake now" and the next morning I see how well it baked during the night

[bacchuschucklefuck]

they tried to rebrand as The Criminals but riz is literally the city council's treasurer and also turns out people in their late 20s don't really name their friend groups. so now they're The Intrepid Heroes

[suicidalandhighonmidol]

[tornado1992]

Babyfied Tails not crying no matter how hungry or sick he’d be because when he was an actual toddler he learned that if he cried no one would come to help him, his cries would only attract the people who wanted to hurt him.

[rebouks]

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Byrd: Dad? Oscar: Morning, bud.. miserable day, huh? I’m not looking forward to packing up in the rain. Oscar: Did you sleep okay? Byrd: Erm… Oscar: GO GET YOUR HEARING AIDS! [Byrd fidgeted guilty, implying that he’d lost yet another pair] Byrd: [sobs] Why do I have to be deaf without them, papa-.. s’not fair. [Oscar held Byrd tightly, stroking his back until his sobs subsided somewhat] Oscar: LET’S SEE WHAT WE CAN DO… [Oscar plonked Byrd outside as he rummaged through his bags, eventually producing a backup pair of hearing aids] Oscar: Better? [Byrd nodded gratefully, burying his snotty nose in his father’s hair as he threw his arms around him] Oscar: Maybe you ought to think twice about learning SSL. Byrd: What’s the point? No one else knows it. Oscar: Robin does, and we all know bits n’ pieces, don’t we? [Byrd grumbled disinterestedly] Oscar: I think it’s long overdue, pal-.. what if we all learn it together? Properly this time. Byrd: I guess… Oscar: All I heard was yes. Byrd: Are you deaf too? Oscar: [snorts] C’mon, we’ll probably find the other pairs as we clear up. Wren: Daaaaad, it’s raining! Oscar: The faster we get goin’, the faster we’ll be in the car-.. I bet Wren can pack up faster than you. Byrd: [gasps] NO WAY! [rain pattering]

[somegrumpynerd]

The most labrador coded guy, somebody call him a good boy

[weird-an]

"Oh no!" Steve thinks when he opens the door to their apartment and smells the sweet scent of a cake baking in the oven.

There's already a tray of muffins cooling on the kitchen table.

A cake and muffins? Billy had a bad day, then.

Billy cracks an egg with his fist, so the bowl shakes. He's wearing a black apron, mullet up in a messy bun and a cigarette dangles from behind his ear.

He hasn't stopped baking. His day must have been shit. Secretly, Steve is happy, because baking is better than Billy getting drunk and in trouble and he has gotten so good at it.

Billy slices open a vanilla pod with a knife that's way too big for the little thing. (Billy's favourite knife. Whenever Steve mentions its size, he just licks his lips and tells him that he's great at handling big things, Steve of all people should know that.)

"Fucking asshole," Billy growls, punching the dough sitting on the counter with his fist and scooping the vanilla in a bowl full of cream.

"Hey Billy," Steve clears his throat.

Billy stares at him, nostrils flaring. Okay, it's not yet the talking stage, Steve figures.

"Lemon," Billy barks.

Steve puts his hands in his hips. The fruit bowl is right next to him.

"Thanks, Steve," he says loudly when he throws the lemon at his boyfriend.

Billy grunts, almost apologizing, catches the lemon and breaks it into halves. With his bare hands. Steve's jaw drops a little.

He watches Billy finish the frosting and occasionally punching the dough.

"Fucker," Billy spits. It goes on like this for a while.

Steve cracks open a cold one and occasionally throws the ingredients Billy asks for at him.

"Thanks," Billy suddenly says when Steve washes strawberries for him. His voice is rough, like he's had a good cry. Maybe he had.

"Shitty day?" Steve asks, giving him a peck on the cheek.

"They didn't give me the raise," Billy mumbles.

Steve's heart aches. Billy had been working so hard at the garage.

"I'm sorry," he says, squeezing Billy's hand.

Billy hums. "M sorry, too.“

He gestures awkwardly at the two cakes and dozens of muffins behind him, like he's seeing them for the first time.

"Don't be. I love your baking," Steve grabs a muffin and takes a bite. I love you, he thinks.

Frosting still on his lips, he gives Billy a kiss.

"So sweet," he laughs.

"Idiot," Billy says. I love you too, Steve hears.

[pocketramblr]

you know im thinking. im thinking maybe Yoichi wasn't even that into captain hero as an adult, but AfO kept bringing LITERALLY every conversation back to that because he decided to Be The Demon Lord and so Yoichi like, can't get an argument in unless he uses the same material so he's like 'oh my god i haven't even thought about that comic in ten years but even i know the bad guy didn't win. you should not be basing you whole identity, business model, and world destruction plan on your five-second impression of a comic book bad guy who didn't even win! also you shouldn't kill people!'

[kaiserouo]

this WILL become a competition among hunters

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Some Mountain and Ifrit fluff because i feel people kinda forget Mountain was also part of the Popestar ghouls and I need more of those two interacting.

Mountain's lips twitch up when the smell of cedar and caramel fills his nostrils, a second before strong arms wrap around his waist from behind.

"Hello, Ifrit. Everything alright ?"

The fire ghoul pushes his forhead between Mountain's shoulderblades with a small noise. It's an awfully warm day, everyone sweating bullets, and yet Mountain wouldn't dream of pushing Ifrit off him, as hot - in every ways- as he is, the fire ghoul's skin feeling like he laid down under the sun for hours.

Still bent over a wooden table in the greenhouse, Mountain checks one last time the state of the struggling plant he attempted to save for the better part of the day, before straightening and turning around in Ifrit's hold despite the fire ghoul's dramatic whining.

They both realize how the other is dressed at the same time, eyes raking up and down the other's frame.

Well, as for Ifrit, "dressed" is a generous word. In nothing but very short bright pink shorts with the ghost logo printed on the ass, hidding absolutely nothing, the fire ghoul looks positively slutty.

"Why are you dressed like those oversexualized characters in action movies ?"

Ifrit snorts.

"Just missing the shirt tied in a knot right under my huge tiddies, uh ? 's comfy. You're one to talk, looking like a victorian wet dream."

Mountain glances down at his brown pants, held by leather suspenders over a widely opened flowy white shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and admits to himself that he does look nice.

"Point taken. Is there something I can do for you, firebird ?"

Ifrit grins, retrieving a bag he probably dropped to hug Mountain, from which he extirpates a reusable bottle with lemons and daises doodled on it. With a flourish, he hands it to the earth ghoul.

"Lemonade. Zephyr made it. They thought you'd be thirsty, working your ass off in that weather."

The bottle is blissfully cold in Mountain's hands, probably kept that way by the air ghoul's doing, but he doesn't even have time to thank anyone before a box is shoved in his arms.

"And that's from me. Cupcake. Pistacchio and raspberries. Fresh out the oven. They're still a bit hot though, so you can wait to eat them since it's like, so freaking hot already, but anywa-"

Mountain cuts Ifrit off with a kiss, tasting the raspberries the fire ghoul indoubtably snatched while cooking directly from his lips.

When Mountain leans back with a smug smirk, Ifrit just blinks at him, mouth hanging half opened and cheeks flushed.

"...what was that for ?"

Dragging Ifrit toward an old bench, Mountain huffs.

"That was a thank you."

With a wheezing laugh, Ifrit sits right after Mountain, not questioning the manhandling for a second.

"Remind me to cover you in gifts then."

The box of cupcakes is swiftly opened, filling the greenhouse with its mouth-watering smell, bottle uncapped just as quickly.

"We're sharing this," Mountain anounces.

Ifrit opens his mouth to protest, but the earth ghoul is faster, shoving a cupcake in the fire ghoul's mouth before any sound can be uttered. Only barely avoiding to drop it, green frosting smeared on his nose and upper lips, Ifrit cackles, nearly slipping off the bench and dragging Mountain with him in his attempt to keep his balance.

"You- mrgh - absolute bastard," the fire ghould chuckles in between bites.

The lemonade tastes divine in the suffocating atmosphere of the sun-drenched afternoon, the cupcakes a welcome sweetness after long hours of work, but better than anything, Mountain thinks, is Ifrit smiling soft and tender at him, eyes crinkling in the corners, his laughter bouncing off the greenhouse's glass panels.

[singeart]

Happy Hannukah!! ✡️✨🕎

detail shots under the cut:

[00fairylights00]

*clears throat* HIGH HUMANITY P FINALLY BEING ABLE TO EAT AND SHARING ALL KINDS OF WONDERFUL TREATS WITH HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh my god Bloodbrown you are reading my mind ahhhh!!

I bet he would love baking so much, and he takes it so seriously when you tell him the best kind of treats are the ones made with love! I actually have a plot bunny about teaching P how to bake and cook floating around in my notes that I’m excited to get some time to work on.

Okay okay!

The growl of a stomach and the pang of hunger had initially concerned P, who tugged on your sleeve urgently. As you turned to face him his stomach rumbled again, you laughed at his mounting concern and explained that it sounded like he was hungry.

“You know, like how when I wake up I always have something to eat? Like that.” You soothed, the worry lines in his brow settling. 

This was something normal, something human. 

He was now very excited about the prospect of a new human thing he’d be able to try, and eating was something he’d been longing to do, watching you eat tended to be awkward and everything you made looked so appetising.

“I think I have something in the pantry you’ll really like.” You beamed, dragging him into the hotel’s kitchen.

You swung open the pantry doors and rummaged a bit, P looked over your shoulder curiously. The pantry wasn’t filled to the brim but what was in there he wasn’t familiar with at all, tins, cartons and baskets full of food and ingredients he didn’t know the name of.

“Ah hah!” You cheered, pulling a white, metal box from the pantry. “I promise you’ll love these!”

You popped off the lid and inside where multiple yellow discs with brown pieces scattered throughout them, he tilted his head and you waved the box in front of him,

“Try one! They’re homemade.” You coaxed, not that he would take much convincing when it came to you.

“Home… made?” He took a disc, the paper surrounding them crinkling, you also took one for yourself before placing the box on the countertop beside you. 

“It means it was made in the home, I made these ones myself. Some people believe the best kind of food is made with love, which you get plenty of in homemade cooking!” You explained, his eyes widened owlishly, throughly impressed once again by your abilities and your knowledge. You’d said before that they weren’t exactly difficult skills to pick up but he didn’t know how to make a… wait what is this thing?

“What… is it?” He questioned, turning the disc over in his hands. 

“It’s a chocolate chip cookie.” It was solid in his hand but the surface had a bounce to it, he brought it up to his mouth and was even more eager to try it now that he could smell it. 

You watched his reaction closely as he bit into the treat, any hesitance was quickly replaced with pure joy as he rushed to finish the rest of the cookie. 

“You like it?” You asked, and you got an enthusiastic nod in response, a giggle bubbling up from P’s throat boyishly. “Would you like another?”

“Yes!” He beamed, you held the box back out to him and he took another cookie for himself but stopped short when he noticed that you hadn’t done the same.

He frowned, looked at the cookie and then back at you before splitting the treat down the middle and offering one half to you. “Love should… be shared.”

You couldn’t agree more.

[sleepy-bear-tm]

God I am so happy we could recruit him in Azure Gleam.

[mimiriko]

stsg have their own ways of spoiling you.

gojo looks at you like you sprouted a second head when you decline the two overflowing bags of dior. he’s like “wtf. just take it.” and you try to get it through his thick skull that you don’t want it and you’ll have to owe him later. his ears go red because he’s insulted you think so lowly of him!!!! why would he want you to pay him back!!! in the end he leaves them in your closet while you sleep and rips off the tags so they can’t be returned. he’s petty and wants you to enjoy life but has 0 communication skills

geto is a manipulative KING. he’ll take your hand and walk you to places. keeping your mouth filled with goodies and constantly talking so you don’t notice when the credit card is swiping and how many bags are in his hands. mother hen tendencies. you realize at the end of the day and sulk while he looks at you fondly and says you can repay him by trying on all the clothes. or make him something hand made