#sweetcakes

[zipzedziltch]

Hello, queers!

[ripplefields]

BREAKING NEWS: THE SILLY KITTY AND TECH SAVVY ROBOT ARE SWEETCAKES CODED !!!!!!!

(been on a ddi grind with @p41ntscr4p3r nd we came to the conclusion torozuki is sweetcakes :] )

[noisemastter]

do you think this is enough to work as like sibling truther repellent

[r0b0-writes]

Quick musical nerds doodle

[freya0724]

The less you care, the happier you will be ❤️

[tempest-toss]

The Manor pulls Steven's seat in as Bert and Oscar plant a cup of coffee in front of him.

"Now...what seems to be the problem?"

@tempest-toss (Continuing from here)

After a few moments of silence, sleep takes hold of Steven. He dreams of the Manor, and all the workers he's met. He dreams of crows and of Nico saving him. He dreams of the cold basement and of imminent danger. He dreams of a briefcase full of cash.

Steven groans and rolls out of bed falling onto the floor in the process. "AGH!.. God that was a strangely specific dream almost like a recap or something... Gotta get to work" Steven says getting up rubbing his head as he gets dressed realizing his outfit from yesterday was ripped a bit. He groans and goes to put on a plain white collared shirt and when looking for a tie realizes the only one he packed... Is colored in the pansexual flag. "Damnit"

[drachenmagier]

How did this get started?

[bruhtasticbruhutau]

🍓

I forgot to post thie yesterday but mah neighbro be trippin broskie

[rebelband]

song (the lyrics are suggestive but not implied here)

[clowngiirl]

SweetCake Zippo & Kandi

[racc0jello]

"rest well, sugar-cube; i love you."

song that goes with this image ↑

[zipzedziltch]

I CAN FINALLY POST SOME OF MY CONFECTIONARY DOODLES IM FREEEEEE

[ripplefields]

graaahggghgg @r0b0-writes dtiys ....... sweetcakes beloved .........

[clove-pinks]

The Yankee Tar, 1850 print.

Virginian Alfred M. Lorrain, on regional differences between American sailors circa 1810:

Having spent several years in acquiring a knowledge of seamanship, under promising circumstances I went out second mate of a brig owned in Boston. The captain and the crew, with the exception of myself, were all New England men. I soon saw a great difference between them and Southern sailors. The sailors employed in the South are generally citizens of the world, with few local attachments — their home, if they have any, upon the sea. The Yankee crew is often an association of neighbors, having abiding habitations on the land, and sympathies clinging around institutions on shore; and their voyages are more like speculative enterprises than an unconditional lifetime business. They will talk about deacons and sextons, and never forget thanksgiving day, but distinguish it by large batches of sweetcake, and plenty of codfish. Each man must have a suit of long clothes to go ashore in. The Southern sailor glories in his sea-rigging. There is more familiarity between the officers and men on board our Northern ships than would be tolerated South.

— from Lorrain's autobiography, The Helm, the Sword, and the Cross.

[r0b0-writes]

DTIYS | SweetCakes [Daisy Bell] Please tag me if you decide to do the challenge

[bnesszai]

hii!! “[character A], why does [character B] call you babygirl?” LMAO. with any characters of your choice 👀

okay. OKAY okay. I have so many ideas for this i have decided to narrow it down and do 3. The first one (beast) is just for @osameowdazai and @squidsandthings

ask game~

"Nakahara-san?"

Chuuya scowls. "What?"

Atsushi looks conflicted, nervous. Something like embarrassment crosses over his features, but he doesn't flinch. "Why does Dazai call you baby girl?"

Chuuya freezes. There's a horrifying moment where he tries to think about how Atsushi could have happened upon this knowledge, but then he considers making Atsushi regret it, instead. A sinister smile crawls up his lips. "Well, if you really must know--"

Suffice to say, Atsushi no longer asks Chuuya any questions.

*

"Dazai-san," Atsushi asks.

Humming, Dazai doesn't look up from his book. They have roughly 67 seconds before Kunikida comes back and starts yelling at them.

"Why does Ranpo-san call you baby girl?"

Dazai blinks, glancing up. Atsushi looks genuinely confused, one eyebrow scrunched, the other raised, looking directly at Dazai with an innocence so deep, Dazai laughs.

"Because he's an idiot."

"Huh?"

"He just wants to rile people up," Dazai winks. "Don't think about it too hard."

*

"Kunikida-kun~" Dazai's sing-song voice fills the office. Kunikida feels a headache form immediately.

"What, Dazai?"

Sitting on his desk, Dazai leans in close, their eyes are filled with mischief and something Kunikida refuses to name at the office. Dazai do not, however, lower their voice when they ask, "Why do you call Chuuya, the pipsqueak mafioso, babygirl?"

The office goes silent and still. Comically so.

Kunikida glares at Dazai. Heat is crawling up the back of his neck, his collarbones, his cheeks. "You know damn well why I do, sweetcakes."

Dazai looks shocked, lips parting, just for a moment, before they throw their head back and cackle. "Using bedroom names at work? How inappropriate of you, pretty boy."

The office erupts into chaos and Kunikida has never wanted to kill someone so much in all his years.

Later, he makes sure Chuuya helps him get his revenge.