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I have eaten. So much cheese.
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Shunsui and Starrk both def would listen to Hozier.
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omg I forgot what today is. happy 4/2o day
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Wtf since when did I have a fit neighbour??
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i mean…
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1000 Followers Giveaway! - WINNERS ANNOUNCED!
Hey there!
I'm so sorry I forgot to do this earlier, but it's finally time to announce who won my 1000 followers post! I meant to do it last weekend but I was at a house party and too shitfaced to do much internet stuff. ANYWAYS, without further ado! 1st Prize Winner - Congrats @librarianqueen! 2nd Prize Winner - Congrats @whatevermonkey! Please DM me to let me know what kind of fic/hcs you'd like me to write and we can get the ball rolling! Thank you to everyone who took part! I really do appreciate hitting this milestone. <3
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Megumi would be a great getaway driver. It shaves years off his life. (wanted some Toji and Megumi father son activities!!)
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personally I think it's cool how gege is just like "fuck y'all"
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Accidentally saying "Yes, chef!" to Kensei instead of "Yes, captain/sir!" XD
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I've been waiting for a request like this for my entire life.
Characters: Kensei Muguruma
Contents: gn!reader, nonsense
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Kensei Muguruma
Clever you, you’ve managed to find a stable WiFi connection in the afterlife, and you’ve been binge-watching Hell’s Kitchen on your downtime. (If you work in the Ninth, you don’t make the mistake of trying to watch YouTube videos on the sly during work hours. Kensei will know. Or Mashiro will rat you out, the little hypocrite.)
The comparison between Kensei and Gordon Ramsay is all too obvious. They’re both good cooks, both have high, exacting standards and expectations for their underlings, and both yell like drill sergeants. 
Now, one assumes you’re normally savvy enough not to conflate your captain with a British TV chef, but there are times in the Ninth Division when sleep deprivation and low-grade caffeine poisoning make your grip on reality tenuous. Namely, when the newest edition of the Seireitei Communication is due to be published. 
Long hours, vending machine coffee, and the miasma of frenetic tension in the air of the editorial office. Agitated typing, hushed whispers about deadlines and bylines, and the constant rustle of papers. And then a voice, cutting through it like a foghorn, yelling your name.
You jerk upright, every blood vessel in your body dilating, and dark specks swirling through your vision. You don't even know what he's asking for. The answer is instinctive.
“YES, CHEF!”
The words spring from your lips like a wild animal being freed from a trap. How long have they been sitting there, waiting for their chance to escape. Your eyes widen. Silence descends upon the editorial office, even the most tardy reporter’s fingers stilling on their keyboard. 
You somehow summon the courage to look at your captain. And he knows. You know he knows. He’s lived in the World of the Living for the last century. There’s no way he doesn’t know about Hell’s Kitchen. 
Time stretches, growing thin and stringy like cheese when you pull a slice of fresh pizza from the box. When was the last time you ate?
Kensei inhales slowly, nostrils flaring. He points a finger at you with all the menace of a gun. “Go. Home.”
Relief is a flood that leaves you giddy. You scramble for your bag and head for the door, the beleaguered stares of your colleagues prickling your back. Should they be jealous or pity you? Are you being given a break or being punished?
Either way, it doesn’t matter to you. Your futon is calling you, humming a mother’s lullaby. As you exit the editorial office, you hear Mashiro shouting gleefully at one of the shinigami-journalists:
“It’s fucking raw, you donkey!”
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Ew, I had emotions just now. Disgusting.
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So I kinda tried imitating gege's artstyle (not the most accurate but I tried🫠)
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1000 Followers Giveaway!
1st Prize - A 1000-2000 word fic of a Reader x Canon character of your choice from any of the fandoms I write.
2nd Prize - Headcanons for a Canon Character of your choice from any of the fandoms I write.
How to Enter - To enter, just reply to, reblog, or like this post. I'll keep it open for a week and then pick two winners using a randomised generator or however else you do these things. You must be a follower of mine to take part and please be over 18!
Also, if you want me to write for a fandom not listed in my Masterlist, we can talk on the messenger function and see if it's doable, there are some animes/movies/TV shows/games/etc I've watched but haven't written any fics for.
So yeah, let's do this!
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