#my baking challenge

[reunitedinterlude]

do you think you and phil will be best friends forever? that's the plan

[rockytye79]

@mari-lair I just realized I always draw Teru awestruck while Aka is just being his pretty self shksksks

Anyway, another TeruAka from Your Clock Is Ticking!!

[ominouspuff]

Victory (smile, we’re on TV)

REQUESTS / BLOG EVENT

Request from @gaeasun - Palette #2 - Dogma, Tup - Slice of Life

Winning the bake-off by a landslide is prime brotherly-bonding and a test of one’s prowess in chemical warfare of the best and tastiest kinds.

Thank you for requesting, @gaeasun , this one was a delight to draw!

[gotham-daydreams]

Are you alive? Is 2025 your date of death? We miss you mate

HI!!! OKAY SINCE A LOT OF PEOPLE ARE CONCERNED AND I GENUINELY DON'T WANT ANYONE TO WORRY (especially with how the year is kicking off) I'll say it-

I AM ALIVE!!!

I know it's been a long while, and I apologize for that!! I didn't want to start off the year this way, and actually wanted to start it off with a one shot (and the one that was supposed to come out on Christmas, along with the remaining chapters of the red dawn and so on) but I'll be honest and say that I got distracted, caught up in one too many things, and fell out of DC for a hot minute before crawling back like a man starved.

I've missed you all so much, and for the past few days have been trying to get those things I mentioned together so that I can finally have something up again! Even if I've royally failed the challenge back in October, those last chapters will and are still uneditied and basically made on a time crunch. The oneshots are getting done as we speak, and Chapter 4 is in the works :]

If it sounds like a lot and absolutely insane, that's because it is!! I'll be honest and say that I'm more excited for other projects then what I'm currently working on, but am focusing more on getting things done because you all deserve that and especially for all of your patience and kindness! I know I've said it before, but the Not Series really isn't my best work, and I don't think it will be, but even then I still want to produce a Chapter that you'll enjoy - but if anyone sees a decline in quality (despite the first and 2nd chapter essentially being written in one sitting and posted on the same day), that's probably why!

I do have some updates regarding some of the fics I said I was planning on writing, with the biggest update being in regards to "Ghost" as I've essentially almost rewritten the entire plot at this point, but I'll get there when I get there.

Nevertheless, yes, I am still alive! Even if you probably won't hear too much from me until those couple of things get done, I'll try to multitask and such as much as I can! The way of how I post things may be a little odd, but it'll mostly be with when I get them done, and with all the time I have at the moment - well, I might actually be able to meet my own deadline this time around... even if that new years oneshot is already 13 days late, and I'm not going to talk about the rest of the stuff I have to work on.

Regardless, rest assured! I'm not dead yet, and progress is being made! ... And what better way to show that then being late once again! LOL

[w1yre]

i was watching a blind, deaf, and mute baking challenge video because the thumbnail made me giggle and it reminded me of them

[namocchi]

Joined catberry's IG dtiys challenge :3 here's my version of it!

[marclef]

really wanted to draw @eskariolis-con-salsa's Fake Peppino, it always makes me happy seeing him 🤗

so now he gets to hang out with my own Fake, being weird little noodles and bread loaves together~

beautiful beast with no thoughts in that head of his /pos

[animinarts]

Blind Deaf Mute challenge

They made…a cake? 🎂

I thought it’d be cute if the trio made a cake together (that’s actually edible) and Shouma eats it and becomes so happy from the taste and the thought that went into it that he gets the cake gochizo

[randomfandomss]

WHERE IS THE COMPULSORY BAKE OFF CONCLAVE FIC?????

With these queens in the tent?!?! It would totally fuckkkk!!!!

[mrpenguinpants]

you ever just read your wips from an outsiders perspective and once you’re done, you think, “wow, I really hope the author finishes this,”only to realize you’re the author that needs to finish this.

[asheepinfrance]

i felt like trying out angst and decided on this. art was second on the poll so he was my victim oops. but also so are you! double homicide. anyways, like usual, please feel free to let me know any comments, critiques, concerns and/or silly little anecdotes. If you have any tips on how to properly express pain without sounding as goofy as this does, drop. that. shit. I'll be needing it. Thanks :)

He did this just about every time this happened, and it happened quite a bit. The routine has become well-worn the way a childhood stuffed animal does, fading what-used-to-be pinks and pastels now spattered brown with age. You’ve both got it down to the finest details: Art meets girl, he does his usual courtship strategy (following her around like a lost puppy), they go on a date that’s never followed up with a second one, and he cries into your lap about it. He claims he loves them, not that he knows exactly what that means. He certainly loves things, it’s not that that’s the issue. He loves tennis, Patrick, his grandma, you, and that’s all fine. He can never seem to pinpoint what being in love was, he just assumed he was smart enough to know. Most things came naturally to him, so why shouldn’t this?

He always apologizes when his breaths are no longer heaving, when he’s stopped wetting the cotton of your shorts with his tears and probably just a bit of snot. You always tell him not to worry, it’s not a problem, you love taking care of him and that’s all true. There is a problem, though, and it’s that this routine is about two seconds from driving you mental. You and Art have one key difference when it comes to this little dance: Art thinks he knows what love is and doesn’t, you know exactly what it is and you know he’ll never feel it back. So when he leaves, like he always does, with a mumbled ‘thank you’ and a kiss to the cheek, you have to close your eyes and pretend. Pretend to be this month’s object of affection. The latest Emily, Jessica, or whatever it may be that catches his attention.

For all your life, you can’t understand how Art doesn’t see what you do. Not necessarily in yourself, but in the two of you. After all, you two were always matching each other in some way. He found your dry humor hilarious, you found yourself giggling at just about every other word he said. He sought you out for comfort like you were a lifeline, you held him like it was a gift to have that privilege. And he knows this, because it’s what, in his head, makes you such a great friend.

When Art starts telling you about some girl named Tashi, you assume that the case will be a similar one. You prepare yourself to suit the name of Tashi, the way you’ve prepared yourself to suit all these other names. All these girls who don’t quite understand that his awkwardness is charming, and his sometimes poorly timed jokes are endearing. It almost kills you when he comes back from that stupid date and he wasn’t crying. He was beaming like he’d just seen the most gorgeous thing in the world. According to him, he had. When he sat himself on the edge of your bed, rambling on and on with moving hands and gleaming eyes, about how wonderful his stupid, saccharine life was, you pretended to listen. You gave him courtesy nods and little ‘Wow, she sounds great’s because that’s what a good, normal-feeling friend does, and he doesn’t seem to care that there’s no sign of you actually paying attention. You sit and stare at your full-length mirror, and observe. You grab your hair into a ponytail, turn side to side, observe the curve of your jaw, and decide that you’d never suit the name Tashi.

Tashi lasted months. Tashi never spoke to you outside of greetings. Tashi never laughed at him the way you did, and you could see it deflate his spirit just a little, though he’d regain it if she just looked his way. You wanted to hate her so badly, but you couldn’t. She’d done nothing wrong, technically, besides take from you what was never yours to keep. But it was yours to hold and covet during late-night movie watches, extra meal credit binge lunches, nights spent stargazing when the sky was just clear enough. He claimed to have never really noticed the stars until you made him look their way. He felt like he was yours to have in those moments of visible breaths in cold air. The worst part of it was that you understood where he was coming from, as much as you didn’t want to. She had something intangible to her, and everyone could feel it the second she walked into a room. He told you he loved her and you finally thought he was right. He told you, later that week, that they had gone stargazing when he told her so and you didn’t get a wink of sleep.

You stopped waiting on dreams that eluded you. You stopped waiting on Art to come to his senses, or maybe he had. Maybe that epiphany had been Tashi. For your own sake, you hope it was. At least she seemed worth the pain it’d cause you. Still, Tashi and Art fizzled out on their own time, not that you stayed to watch that fire burn out. Art texted you, as he always did, when they ended things, amicably and painfully bittersweet. ‘Out with friends sorry :))’ was your response, sent from the corner booth of some bar that you didn’t really want to be in. He finally started caring that night.

You and Art always matched, and he’d always noticed. He supported you in everything you did, you were front row to each and every one of his matches, screaming your head off. You bring him the pencils he always forgets to grab for notes, he brings you that spearmint gum you always snag a piece of from his room. You’d been in love with him, and he’d only just found that capacity to love you back.

You and Art always matched, even at the worst of times, because he saw the way you look at him lose that softness he’d always felt so protected by. He saw the way that mystery guy took the seat across from you at the table you both used to eat in every night, and you didn’t seem to fight him off. He saw that he got the permission to lean over and press a less-than-satisfying looking kiss to your lips, and he didn’t feel hungry anymore. You and Art always matched, because you had been left hanging in your love for him, and he was now stranded in his love for you.

[marzipaneavocado]

Oh! You're so lovely!

Meet Amore, a Sim that I made for @herzblau's Emotion CAS Challenge. I noticed that loving is one of the options to choose from, and guess what? I got inspired.

Hope you'll like her. If not, don't worry - Amore loves everyone.

Yes, even you, sweetheart!

[fizzytoo]

celebrating birthdays at grandma and grandpa’s!

[esilher]

-Uh…..we sincerely implore your understanding... we thought that you would be happy, if we started baking the Christmas cookies...

[dragonbornphoenix]

Behold! My abomination! 😂

I'm late to the show but that doesn't matter because I have finally created my very first monstrosity for the Draw Drarry Badly Challenge! Yayyy!!! 🥳 I've always wished I could draw but alas, I can only write. BUT! Now I've taken the plunge - and had immense fun doing it - I'm going to continue creating little horrors while cackling like a demented gremlin! Besides, you can NEVER have too much badly drawn Drarry! 🖍 🖌 🖋

[bluelolblue]

❦ Touch Starved Together ❦

This is inspired by this post by the amazing @thewhumpcaretaker <3

Okay, this one got out of hand... HAND >:] because this is for the "Giving them a handjob while their head is in your lap, staring lovingly up at you" prompt, and I got carried away. I also wrote it while being sick, lmao, so yeah, my mind was just all over the place, but I managed eheh. The prompt was just too juicy, I couldn't resist :P

Enjoy freshly baked husbands Santino and John being horny and very loving and soft with each other :]

Smut, handjob with fluff and soft moments

•┈┈┈••✦ ♡ ✦••┈┈┈•

One day off his duties was all Santino got and from John’s perspective, it looked like the Camorra prince wasn't going to take it easy on himself.

It's been a few months since they got married, and John knew that his husband was going to be like this, he knew that even when they were dating. Santino was just that type of a person and John accepted him.

Sure, Santino wanted everything to be done on time and if that meant to use his day off to do things, he was going to do exactly that. However, there was no need for that today. He was just what John thought and called him jokingly a few times, workaholic. That got Santino calling him names in both English and Italian. So, better not to actually say it to him, John learned that the hard way. At least he got some kisses before bed from Santino to reconcile.

Today, John figured out a new tactic.

“Come drink coffee with me on the couch,” John called from the other side of the door.

“Can't. Busy,” Santino replied, just what John thought would happen.

“Your favorite cappuccino,” the assassin tried again. He heard a long annoyed sigh before his husband muttered.

“Leave it in my office.”

“No, you can't enjoy it then.” John crossed his arms and leaned against the door. “Fine, be like this.”

“John, is it so hard to just leave it in my office?” He could hear frustration in Santino's voice.

“You're having a day off, and you're locked inside your office. Not very relaxing.”

Santino sighed deeply, muttering something in Italian as he pinched his eyes closed. “You know what? I don't want it anyway.”

Great, he was being even more stubborn now.

“Okay. We don't need coffee, I guess I'll be drinking wine alone then,” John paused, “And I was going to give you something else since it's been a while… you know.”

Wine and something more? That was everything Santino loved. He knew what John was trying to hint at, his partner really knew him too well.

There was silence for a minute, John could tell Santino was thinking about it. He walked away, smirking to himself because he knew that he had made his stubborn husband really think about it.

Unnecessary work or drinking wine with his husband?

John poured himself a glass of red wine, prepared a glass for his partner and headed to the big sofa in the living room. It was then when Santino emerged from his office.

“Changed your mind?” John asked.

“My head hurts,” Santino murmured, but looked like he was in some kind of discomfort. Of course that sitting on a chair for a few hours had its impact on his whole body.

John stood up, giving up on his idea to just have Santino come to him. He held his shoulders and placed a kiss on his forehead, “Do you want a painkiller first?”

The other man hummed, considering the option, but wine sounded better. “No. Maybe later, now I want the wine.” He looked up at his husband who smiled softly and nodded. When Santino was like this, he was just too adorable and he wasn't even trying to be. Just something John noticed and loved so much about him.

He handed him the glass of wine and had to stop him from just chugging it down. “Hey, take it easy.” John patted his shoulder, “We're supposed to enjoy it and it won't help with the headache that way.”

Santino listened this time and sat down with his companion. John immediately leaned for a kiss on his neck, making the other man sigh in pleasure as he took a sip of the wine. “So, you said you want to give me something else… what is that?” Santino tilted his head for another kiss on the lips this time.

His husband hummed as he pressed a tender kiss on his lips, pulling back for a second only to go for another, deeper one. John sucked on his bottom lip and lightly licked into his mouth once Santino allowed it.

The assassin gently brushed his thumb against his partner's cheek, that would always make him melt into the kiss. Santino loved when his face would be held in moments like these, or well, any loving touch from John. Only from his husband.

“Rest your head on my lap. I promise it'll help with your headache,” John suggested.

“John, that's not what I thought…” Santino looked away, a blush appeared on his face.

“C'mon, you won't regret it.” His companion smirked, and Santino couldn't help not to resist him. He took one last sip of his drink before he decided to do it.

John gave him enough space to lie down and rest his head in his lap. Santino couldn't lie, it felt good. The couch was soft and his husband's lap felt even better under his head. He looked up at him, a smile immediately formed on both of their faces, even if Santino was a little embarrassed. He was still getting used to being treated gently, with care and love and only John was able to show him that.

He was feeling vulnerable, like a cat that had its belly exposed in a way of showing trust.

“There you go, just relax,” John murmured, caressing his face. Santino looked even more beautiful like this, he leaned into his partner's palm, sighing softly as he relaxed. “The last time I've seen you like this was on our honeymoon. I really miss it… miss you.”

Of course, Santino's work was the biggest cockblocker between them. Even if John managed to turn his husband's frustration from work into something more enjoyable, when he would fuck him in the office, suck him off there or take him slowly after everything to relax him, it only worked sometimes. Most of the time, Santino would just snap at him.

“Don't say that,” Santino said, placing his own hand on top of John's that was resting against his face. “You have me. I’m just busy.”

“You ignored your own health in that process as well.” John's free hand traveled over Santino's stomach, over his ribs, to his pelvis. “I can feel your ribs again.”

Santino made a quiet, frustrated noise and shifted a little under his touch, “Stop that,” he muttered, shutting his eyes closed. He was aware that he lost some weight again due to overworking himself and not eating much.

“Okay,” John whispered but still slipped that hand under his husband's shirt, feeling his soft skin, how he shivered as a response to his touch. “You're touch starved, hm?”

Santino's eyes snapped open. Was John really teasing him?

“Don't flatter yourself.” Then again, the Camorra prince bit back a moan when John's fingers brushed against his dick through the boxers. “I-I'm not.” He hated how he almost whimpered that sentence, making himself look and sound more vulnerable.

His partner chuckled softly, running his other hand through Santino's curls, “Doesn't seem that way.”

Santino groaned, closing his eyes when he saw how John looked at him. He got the reaction he wanted.

“Let me take care of you. I vowed to do it, didn't I?” It was beautiful, Santino was just remembering it. Something he will never forget.

He murmured a quiet “yeah” and felt his husband's hand gently pat his head while with his other hand he cupped his crotch, massaging his cock and balls.

There was another whimper from the man resting on him, but he didn't protest, he let John touch him, take care of him. It felt good, he loved his husband's big hands and they felt amazing on his body. On his neck, chest, ass, dick, anywhere. By the time John slipped his hand under Santino's boxers, he was already half hard.

“John,” Santino moaned, looking up at him. It was that needy look, begging for more, for John to just take him.

“I know,” John replied, helping him pull his pants down enough to pull his cock out. “Let yourself enjoy. You deserve it, okay?” He slowly stroked his dick, feeling how he was getting fully hard.

His husband let out a soft whimper as he gripped onto John's shirt, hiding his face into him. Again, he felt how his partner caressed his head, going through his hair and making soothing noises.

“Keep doing that,” Santino breathed out as he looked up at him again.

“Like this?” John asked and rubbed him a little faster.

“Mhm…” His partner whimpered and took a deep breath, exhaling as he looked into his eyes, reaching to touch his husband's face. John leaned into it, feeling how Santino caressed his cheek. “Don't stop. Please…” There was something more he meant by that. The loving look, that soft tone in his voice. It was Santino's way of asking him to not give up on him.

“Never.” If John had told him this every day, he would. Every day, he was going to show him that he was not going to give up on him. He placed his hand on top of his, kissing into his palm while he worked on his dick with the other hand.

Santino gasped, slightly bucking his hips, urging his partner to stroke him faster. He was already leaking precum, which John spread over the tip, making him shiver. He was sensitive, needing any touch from his husband. He realized how much he missed this, how his body was reacting to it.

“Fuck, fuck-” He was cut off by his own moan, clinging onto John's shirt, again, pushing his face against him.

“Shh, don't rush yourself, it's okay,” the assassin whispered, gently caressing his face.

True. Santino would often chase his pleasure a bit too fast. Not letting himself enjoy, and his husband often had to remind him to take it easy, that he deserved it to last longer.

“I just need it,” the Camorra prince whimpered into his shirt.

His companion sighed, but nodded, understanding his wishes. However, he slowed down, giving him slower strokes from the base to the tip. He heard how Santino let out a long needy moan into him, shaking as he gripped onto his shirt harder.

“You're lucky we're married.” Ah, Santino's little angsty comments when he was overwhelmed. John loved that, because his husband always looked cute, not intimidating like that.

“And what would you do if we weren't?” The assassin teased, smirking and stroking him slightly faster.

“F-fuck you…” Santino bit back a whimper, or tried to since a little noise managed to escape him, making his husband chuckle.

“I'd like to see you try.” John decided to give it to him, he rubbed him faster, feeling how his partner’s dick twitched out more precum.

“Yes, yes yes,” the other man chanted, gasping, moaning and whimpering, getting more overwhelmed from the climax building up.

John felt him tense up against him, how he squeezed his eyes shut and whimpered, “J-John…”

“Let go,” the assassin encouraged, caressing his face, which made Santino look up at him, his eyes watery from the pleasure. “C'mon, baby. I got you.”

With a final stroke over the tip, Santino let out a long desperate moan that turned into a sob as he spilled over John's hand, shaking as his cock pulsed in his husband's hand.

“Good, very good,” John praised, helping him work out the aftershocks of orgasm, soothing him as he felt him twitch. “Breathe, don't hold your breath in, love.” He stroked his head, moving the messy curls off his forehead.

Santino sighed deeply as he came back to his senses. He was really this much touch starved if a handjob made him breathless. He looked up, catching his breath slowly. “I needed it,” he breathed out.

“I know,” John agreed and smiled softly. “Told you won't regret it.”

The Camorra prince hummed in agreement, closing his eyes for a brief moment only to open them and see how John sucked the cum off his fingers.

“Fuck,” Santino whispered, feeling himself blushing. He wanted to sit up, but John's lap felt so comfortable and he felt like he had no strength to sit. So instead he watched how John licked his cum, swallowing it. “You're so hot like that.”

“Mmm, you taste good,” John smirked, and both of them chuckled softly at each other. He helped his husband sit up and Santino immediately went for a kiss, tasting himself in his partner's mouth. He deepened the kiss, licking and nipping on his lips. Eventually, John pressed their foreheads together, sharing breaths, enjoying the moment.

“Thank you,” Santino murmured, “I didn't know your lap felt that comfortable…” he paused and smirked, “Against my head.”

“Right. First time for everything,” his husband said.

“I love you,” the Camorra prince said as they pulled back to look into each other's eyes. “I know I can be too much to handle-”

John cut him off, placing a peck on his forehead before speaking, “I love you, too. More than anything and you're perfect to me.” Another kiss on his forehead, “I want only the best for you, please remember that forever.”

The confession made the other man blush. John was maybe a man who didn't talk much, but for the person he loved so much, he always found words.

They shared a long kiss, it was Santino's way of thanking him for the beautiful words.

“So… should we finish wine? Or…” Santino trailed off, placing his hand over John's crotch, “Ah, thought something was poking me,” he winked playfully.

John pulled his husband's legs over his own, “Why not both?” He smirked and before the other man could reply, he was already being lifted into John's arms.

Santino whimpered but instinctively wrapped his arms over his companion's shoulders. “I like that idea,” he nuzzled his head against his neck, “Remind me just how fucking good you are,” he whispered against his ear, making John blush and slightly shiver.

There was the teasing Camorra prince John had married. He was back to him, ready for whatever was about to happen.

“Of course. I'll make you remember it.” John played along and it was Santino's turn to blush again.

Santino was too desperate for his husband and so touch starved that the handjob awakened the needy feline in him again. A spicy kitten that only John knew how to tame. Today, he got the chance to make his partner remember the pleasure and love that he deserved.

He also had to note down that wine and a handjob are two things Santino was willing to get out of his office for if he was being stubborn.