#feel free to send me asks I’m hyperfixations

[mushramoo]

Minecraft storymode is so cringefail it becomes babygirl liek. it may have the worst writing I’ve ever seen but gay rep and minecraft mod lore lets gooooo

[rickyrooh]

just realized that my last art post was 2 months ago HOLY FUCK i’m working on r&s artworks trust 🙏🙏 i’ve just been making bday gifts and oc posts and i’ve been busy these past two months BUT IM GETTING ON IT i love those guys

[notiddygothgf]

SEX IS FREE (her)

★ pairings: nanami kento x f! reader

★ synopsis: In the search for solace, Nanami stumbles right into the arms of an exotic dancer. In the search for money, an exotic dancer finds more than she bargained for. In the heat of the moment, a contractual relationship turns into something more. (or; the one where sugar daddy!nanami is sweet on his girl)

★ c.w.: nanami being sexy asf, suggestive content, mentions of sex (more content warnings and tags)

★ a/n: HIIIIII omg so i can explain the hiatus lol.... it was totally unintentional. i wound up getting super depressed over school and then fell into a chainsaw man hyperfixation (read shameless, its an aki ff i wrote youll love it). I FINALLY PICKED THIS STORY UP AGAIN because for some reason it's been getting a lot of attention recently??? lol anyway! your comments inspired me to continue writing it (though i cant promise that i'll update quickly, i AM a full time student so #bepatientwithme).

I was salivating over Nanami in this chapter if you couldnt tell lol.... but enjoy!!! keep those comments coming! who knows, maybe i have another chapter stored away and will update a little earlier....... x

★ w.c.; 5.6k

my kinda love; chapter index

‘AND I’M BAD LIKE THE BARBIE. I’m a doll, but I still wanna party,’

“Donnie, baby, you in there?”

“Yeah!” You called back, loud enough for your coworker to hear through the door. You pressed the tube of red lipstick against your bottom lip, peering into the mirror, filling in the outline you had done in black. When you didn’t receive an immediate answer, you continued humming along to the song playing quietly from your phone. “Pink vette like I’m ready to bend. ‘Imma ten so I’m pullin a ken, likeee.”

Your coworker entered the dressing room – you were the only one there. Most of the other girls from the afternoon shift had gone home already. 

“Some dude wants to rent you,” She told you. 

“No. I don’t do private rooms,” You replied without even looking back. You knew who she was. You weren’t the biggest fan. “I’m good, Mandy.”

“He asked specifically for you,” She added. “Offered a lotta money, too. Helluva lot more than we normally charge.”

You froze up at that. Initially, your first thought was to send her off a second time. Then, you thought of her running off with your money. 

“Is he one of them greasy, sleazy old guys?” You asked. It was wild, how quickly you perked up when you heard that. “Last guy was throwin’ himself onto me. I should’ve filed a police report.”

“Oh, stop your ‘bitchin,” The girl sighed. “He’s paying 200 just to see your ass.”

If you had a tail, it would have started wagging. 

What? A girl had bills to pay. “So he is a greasy old pervert.”

“No, actually. He’s a fine, young thing. Well, not young, but younger than most of the guys we usually get back here,” She trailed off in thought. You watched her body move in the corner of the mirror. “Sexy as hell. Serious, businessman type. Tall, blond, handsome, a jawline that could cut paper,” here, she bent over, leaning over you and muttering the next words into your ear, “I could always take him off your hands, y’know.”

“As if,” You replied. Spinning the chair back around, you got up. “Better not be expecting nothing extravagant. I’m considering this overtime.”

With a deep breath, standing in front of the cherry red door, your heart began to pound against you chest. It was some strange mixture of nerves and excitement you felt as you raised your hand to knock. 

Here goes nothing. You reached for the doorknob and entered the private room, turning back only to lock it behind you. 

“Special delivery!” you crooned, trying to embody a playful tone to mask the jittery feeling within. When you turned around to face the client, you were caught by surprise. 

Your wide eyes traced over a familiar silhouette – broad shoulders, perfectly-fitted, navy blue two-piece suit that clung to his large arms, and matching slacks that clung to his legs – his widespread, casual position hinted at sophistication. A pretty, sharp, angular face framed by neatly-cropped blond hair. A tasteful timepiece on his wrist caught your eye. 

Narrow eyes obscured by peculiar glasses, chiseled cheekbones and jawline. His blond hair – framing his apricot skin – was done up carefully, perfectly, sweeping over his head like a ray of sunlight. You recognized him by his signature scowl.

He came back for more?

You liked your lips, trying to play it cool (like you hadn’t been waiting for him to come back). “Oh, hey, it’s you again,” you said with a smirk. Strutting over to him, you cooed, “Couldn’t stay away?”

He’s so fucking hot.

Though his response wasn’t verbal, the pink hue that dusted his face was not lost on you. You swayed your hips from side to side. “Can you give me somethin’ to work with? I don’t usually do these rooms, you know.”

The devastatingly handsome man swallowed, fixing his gaze on the door – the one you had locked on the way in. As you worked your way between his legs, teasingly dragging your hands up and down your body, his gaze wandered back to you. Shamelessly, you reveled in the attention – studying his reaction.

You could smell his cologne from here – again – and, shit, it made your head spin all over again. The warm notes lingered beneath the collar of his dress shirt. Amber. Wood. Musk. Something dark?

“So I’ve heard,” The man replied, finally breaking his silence. His voice was a revelation – deep, mellow, and smooth, carrying a certain tone of weariness that seemed to add to his enigmatic charm. Charm? Yes, you supposed he charmed you.

He loosened his tie and undid the top button on his shirt to let some fresh air in. The action drew your attention to his neck, provoking you to take a moment to appreciate the details your coworker had emphasized: Tall, blond, with a jawline that could indeed cut paper.

You were wretched. You had to have been. This is so wrong.

“You seem tense,” You remark, making your second attempt at breaking the ice. “You’re new to the scene, aren’t you?”

The handsome stranger – Nanami, if you remembered correctly – licked his lips, drawing mindless shapes over the deep-toned fabric that covered his knee. “Is it that obvious?” he asks, a faint smile playing on his lips.

The movement did not go unnoticed.

“A little,” You huffed out a quiet laugh. “Do you want a dance? We could just sit and chat, too, if you want. I don’t mind. I know your type tend’ta like talking.”

You couldn’t control the way your eyes flitted down over his toned thighs – mind hazy with unwelcome thoughts. The temptation to crawl into his lap a second time was strong, but you reminded yourself of the situation – he was your roommate’s teacher, for fuck’s sake. Your roommate’s handsome… muscular… expensive-looking teacher… with a deep, sexy voice that you could hardly resist.

You must have been ovulating. That was the only excuse.

“I won’t make you put on a show for me,” Nobara’s professor trailed off, eyes distant, clearly lost in thought. He seemed to snap out of it after a moment, pretty brown eyes peering into yours – they looked so dark up close. “As crazy as it sounds, I only wanted to speak to you.”

Your sultry facade cracked a bit at that, surprised by the sudden turn of the conversation. From your experience, men usually came here with only one thing in mind. He wanted to talk… to you. Oh my god.

You nearly squealed. Clearing your throat and pressing your legs together, you turned to hide your flustered face from the older man. “Alright,” you said. “You have 30 minutes.”  Plopping down on the couch next to him, you threw your legs over his lap. “What’s your name, handsome stranger?”

You already knew his name. Still, to keep up appearances, you played coy with him. You knew that, reasonably, there was no reason you should be continuing to entertain him — financial commpensation aside, though you could always reimburse him. You should have turned back the moment you realized it was him.

Then again… he had come to see you. It wasn’t like he knew you were his student’s roommate, but that was besides the point. That alone was moral justification enough for you.

The stiff man had his eyes trained on the spot where your legs had been thrown haphazardly over his. Then, nervously, he answered, “Nanami. Kento.”

Kento. You liked that name. It rolled off the tongue real easy — a buttery smooth name for a man as composed as him.

“Nice to meet you Nanami��� Kento,” You chipped, mimicking his prose. “Donetta DiVine. I’m sure you already knew that, though. Do you wanna start, or should I?”

Nanami Kento knitted his brows. “Start…?”

You rolled your eyes rather playfully, giving his leg a nudge with your heel. You had ditched the stage platforms for a smaller pair of stilettos. “What do you do for a living?” 

He licked his lips. After a brief pause, he answered, “I can’t really say, but I teach on the side.”

“Ooh— mysterious…” You grinned. Leaning into the couch, you braced your chin on your hand, staring into his eyes. It didn’t take much effort to play the role of the ‘interested’ siren like it normally did. Not with him. “You already know what I do,” You added, “You look tired.”

His brown eyes widened with surprise.

Shit, I overstepped.

You took your statement back quickly, “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“No, it’s not—“ He trailed off. Something in his harsh expression softened. “You’re right. Just the first person to notice.”

If your attraction to the man had been any more obvious, you would’ve been waving a sign around with his name on it.

“Really? You’ve got such tired eyes,” You continued anyway. You figured you would at least try to make the most of this half hour with him. “Wanna talk about it?”

He sighed, “Where would I even begin?”

“Your week?” You answered, making a rolling gesture with your spare hand. “How… how was it?”

He looked equal parts confused and intrigued by you, quirking a perfecftly arched brow before clearing his throat. “My week was alright. I started work again after taking a leave of absence for a few months.”

“No kidding…” You trailed off. It didn’t take much to make your interested tone seem real, as you felt nothing but the most genuine sense of interest while listening to him drone on in that deep, raspy voice of his. You could have listened to it for hours. “What happened?”

Something flashed in his eyes. It was quick, fleeting – you almost missed it. “Workplace injury,” He sighed. “If it’s alright, I’d rather not go into detail about it.”

This guy’s like a brick wall.

“Did you heal up okay?” You asked, eyes wide and prying.

He didn’t seem to mind you much. That was a good sign.

“Had to undergo some minor surgery but, yes, I’m fine. Thank you for asking,” He smiled, actually smiled, and it made your chest stir with something unfamiliar. He was devastatingly handsome – the kind of handsome you kept in a little locket in your pocket when you went to war, or something like that. “My bosses have been pressuring me to come back ever since I left. One superior of mine in particular… has been a nuisance. I was under the impression that sick leave was supposed to be a period of peace… but I guess I thought wrong.”

You laughed at his attempt at humor. It came easily to you. Too easily. “I know how you feel. I busted my ass a few months ago. Twisted my ankle real bad,” You raised your leg off of his lap, twirling your stiletto heel around in the air, cutting through it like a knife. “These things are deadly. Boss gave me a solid two days before he started blowing up my phone asking when I was going to be back. It’s like… can you let me live?”

He laughed, then – really laughed, the kind that made his chest rumble, head thrown back against the cushiony couch. And as he released the melodious sound that made your head spin, his eyes creased at the corners. The experience gap between the two you couldn’t have been more apparent. He was a grown man, hardened by years of trials and tribulations – a mysterious one, at that. And there you were, a naive little dancer with your legs strewn over his lap like he was a partner and not a client. He seemed so wise beyond his years, something only accentuated by the tiredness in his eyes. You longed to hear him drone on about his life a little longer, 30 minutes be damned.

“My superior and I actually went to highschool together. He’s been up my ass as long as I can remember,” He hummed, licking his lips, and you followed the path of his tongue as it wet the skin like a hungry feline.

“Which superior?” You asked, mindlessly picking at the fabric of the velour couch beneath you. “The one you were here with last time? With the white hair?”

When the man knit his brows together, you froze up. Shit. I just gave myself away.

There was a brief, tense pause, during which you tried to focus on the music playing from the speakers, the jazzy tune, the faint remnants of a song playing in the showroom outside and up the hall, the wallpaper – anything but him. 

“Yes, that would be him,” He answered, finally. He seemed to be… intrigued by you. Yes, that’s what it was – his half-lidded amber gaze lingered on your face for a moment too long. “You’re very perceptive.”

You cleared your throat. “So, this job of yours… do you like it?”

“I despise it,” He sighed, like he had been waiting his entire life to confess those words. “But, at least, I figure I’m doing something meaningful with my life. You could say I’m a professor on the side.”

I already know that, You thought. Still, he didn’t have to know you knew.

“It’s a demanding job, but I enjoy feeling like I’ve made a difference,” He continued on. “Unfortunately, after the incident, I had to take some time away from the kids to recover.”

“You seem to enjoy teaching,” You answered back, perching your chin on your hand against the back of the couch. 

“Sometimes,” He replied. “Other times, the work can be unbearable,” He looked up, then, pretty brown eyes on yours in a way that had your heart skipping more than a couple of beats. You could practically feel the way they burned right through your extroverted facade, saw past the layers of glitter and scanty clothes and deep into the abyss in your chest. See who you really were. 

It was him who turned to you, then, asking you, “What about you?”

“Me?” You asked, just to make sure you’d heard him correctly. A client? Caring about your experience at work? That was… dizzyingly rare. 

“Yes, you,” He reiterated with the faintest hint of a smile on his lips. “Do you enjoy working here?”

Do I��? You took a moment to consider your answer. You could lie to him – preserve the perfect, sexual image the women in your company were expected to uphold. That was always an option. But, the moment you peered into those all-knowing, tired eyes of his, you found that you didn’t have it in you to lie to him. No, not when he had been so honest with you.

No one’s ever asked me that before.

Before you could catch yourself, the words were already leaving your lips. “Not really, but it pays the bills.”

His eyes softened at that. He didn’t look the least bit upset by your words. If anything, he looked as if he had grown suddenly tender with a sense of understanding. Women didn’t often join your line of work. Not unless they were desperate for money. He seemed mature enough to realize that – to see right past the fantasy you were supposed to paint for him and peer into your eyes like windows into your soul. One look at him, and you knew he didn’t see you as a dancer.

He saw you as a person. As a woman.

You broke the moment with a hum, “Why don’t you keep telling me about your week?” You asked, changing the subject, shifting the conversation back into comfortable territory.

The rest of the half-hour with Nanami flew by like a fleeting dream. He spoke with a quiet ease, his voice low and steady, yet somehow captivating. He complained about the inefficiencies at work—endless meetings that led nowhere, piles of paperwork that seemed to multiply overnight, and colleagues who turned simple tasks into impossible challenges. Yet, when he talked about his students, something in his tone softened, revealing a warmth that made your chest ache. You found yourself asking questions, small ones at first, but each answer drew him out more. The way he spoke—measured, thoughtful, with just the faintest edge of weariness—made you want to listen forever. For someone who seemed so guarded, he had a surprising amount to say, and you realized how much you liked hearing him talk.

You didn’t even notice how much time had passed until a sharp knock interrupted the quiet cocoon of your conversation.

“Donnie? You okay in there? Your 30 was up ten minutes ago.” 

It was your coworker.

“I’m good!” You called back, swinging your legs off of Nanami’s lap, turning to him with an apologetic smile. “Sorry, I completely lost track of time.”

“No, it’s alright. I should have been checking my watch,” He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, long fingers combing through the buzzed, blonde strands of his undercut like wind blowing through a field of wheat. Then, after glancing down at his watch, he stood up, cleared his throat, and straightened out his suit jacket. “Thank you for your time.”

You hadn’t moved from your spot on the couch, brows furrowed. “That’s it?”

You had half expected him to extend the time. The conversation was going so well, you had silently found yourself hoping that he would lean over and do something – place his strong hand on your thigh, brush his fingers up your arm, anything. No-touching policy be damned.

You would make an exception for him. Men that fine don’t just grow on trees.

So, trying your best to lure him back in, you kicked one leg over the other, crawling into a sexy pose on the couch. In the most sultry tone you could manage, you breathed, “Is that really all you wanted?”

Please ask me for a lapdance, You found yourself wishing internally. 

He paused, looking back at you like he wasn’t the least bit phased by the sexy pose or the outfit or… well, anything. “Yes, why?”

“Nothing, I don’t know, I just… You spent so much money tonight to be here,” You uttered, suddenly bashful when he was peering down at you like that – he was so much taller than you, a height gap that was only emphasized by your seated position on the couch below him. You imagined you would have to stand on the tips of your toes to be at eye level with his neck, maybe his chin. Mindlessly, you caressed the couch. “I figured you would have at least wanted a lap dance, or something.”

“I’m not going to make you do something that neither of us are interested in doing,” He said, sliding his hands down over his slacks to straighten out the creases that had formed in them where your legs had been resting only a moment earlier. “Sex is free. It’s rare to find someone who’s willing to listen.”

You sat there, stunned into silence, still in that sexy pose on the couch, your body frozen in the aftermath of his words. His calm, unbothered demeanor completely threw you off balance, leaving you scrambling to make sense of what had just happened. Men like him didn’t come in here looking for conversation. They came in here for fantasies, for attention, for touch. But not him. 

“Thank you for everything,” he said softly, bowing his head slightly in a gesture so gentlemanly it made your stomach twist. Then, without another word, he moved to the door, unlocking it with smooth precision. 

You didn’t even have time to gather yourself before he slipped out, leaving you sitting there in your sultry pose, legs crossed, mouth slightly open. The sound of the door closing behind him echoed in the room, final and undeniable.

You blinked, your mind racing, the moment replaying over and over in your head. Did I just get… emotionally blue-balled? 

The thought hit you like a ton of bricks, both incredulous and a little amused at how absurdly fitting it was. You flopped back against the couch, your sultry act forgotten, staring up at the ceiling as the jazzy tune from the speakers drifted lazily through the air.

For the first time, a client had left you feeling something you couldn’t quite put into words. You couldn’t decide if you were more annoyed, intrigued, or just completely thrown off your game.

All you knew was that you wanted more.

DARREN: Hey imu.

DARREN: U busy tn?

YOU: I’m working but I get out early. Y.

DARREN: let me pick u up after work

DARREN: maybe i can help you ease some of that stress.

Darren rolled off of you with a huff and an exhale, proud of himself. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the backside of his elbow, sighing, “That was great. Did you cum?”

“Yeah,” You liked straight through your teeth. Feeling vulnerable, you reached for your shirt and slipped it back on. There was a point in time where the two of you would sleep skin-to-skin after sex. A point in time long ago, of course, but you couldn’t help but reflect. Now, all that was left was a feeling of discomfort where the intimacy used to be. 

He flopped down onto the bed next to you, throwing his arm around your waist. Not moving a muscle, you trained your gaze on the ceiling above, hoping that maybe, if you spent enough time counting the dots in his popcorn ceiling, he would see that you did not, in fact, enjoy the experience. You doubted he would do anything to fix it even if he did know.

52, 53, 54.

You had been counting for the past five minutes – thirty seconds after he had grunted the words, “Let’s do missionary” into your ear before flipping you over. Truthfully, you hadn’t wanted to do missionary. That would mean that he could see you and, more importantly, that you had to look at him. So, to pass time and to avoid his gaze, you looked up at the ceiling, allowing yourself to be carried away by the tides of pleasure that his strokes gave you.

55, 56, 57.

He buried his nose in the crook of your neck, inhaling. “You smell like a man’s cologne.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “I work at a strip club.”

With a groan, Darren rolled onto his back, finally putting a comfortable distance between you and him. “Don’t remind me. I’ve been telling you that you’re wasting your talents at a place like that.”

Your jaw tightened. There it was, the same old Darren: judgment wrapped in concern, but laced with the unspoken assumption that he knew what was best for you.

You slipped off the bed, grabbing your phone from the nightstand. The cool floor against your bare feet helped ground you.

Unlocking your phone, you typed a message to Nobara, your roommate: 

Can you come get me? I’m at my ex’s.

The response came almost instantly: 

Girl, r u srs?

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard before you replied: 

I’ll explain later, ik, just pls… I wanna gtfo of here.

Sliding the phone into the pocket of your hoodie, you turned back to Darren. He was staring at the ceiling now, one arm slung across his chest, his fingers idly tapping against his bicep. For a moment, you hesitated. The familiarity of this scene—him in his sweatpants, you in one of his old T-shirts—was a cruel reminder of how things used to be. But you weren’t that girl anymore.

“I think I should go,” you said, breaking the silence.

Darren’s head snapped toward you. “No, wait,” he said, sitting up. His hair was tousled, his expression almost pleading. “Please… I really want you to stay.”

You crossed your arms, keeping your distance. “Why?”

“Because…” He raked a hand through his hair, his voice quieter now. “I don’t know. I thought things were going good between us.”

You blinked, then let out a short, humorless laugh. “Things? Darren, I come here, we have sex, and then I leave. That’s it. That’s all this is.”

“Is that all I am to you?” His voice carried a tinge of desperation, his eyes searching yours.

You tilted your head, studying him. “Or maybe,” you said slowly, “you’re asking if there’s any chance of us getting back together.”

“Yeah.” His voice cracked slightly, and he swallowed hard. “Is there?”

You laughed again, colder this time, shaking your head. “No. There isn’t.”

His jaw clenched, and he looked away for a moment. When he spoke again, his voice was sharp. “That’s not fair. I’ve done so much for you—”

“Done so much?” Your voice rose, and you stepped closer, anger bubbling to the surface. “You don’t give me shit but dick and attitude, Darren.”

He flinched, but you didn’t stop. “You wanna know what’s not fair? The fact that you went and knocked me up and then forced me to have an abortion. Where the hell were you during that, huh? Seeing as you’ve done so much for me?”

He sat frozen, his lips parting as if to speak, but no words came out. His eyes darted toward the floor, guilt pooling in their depths.

“And you wanna know what’s really unfair?” Your voice cracked, but you didn’t care. The words spilled out like a flood you couldn’t contain. “The fact that you fucking cheated on me when I needed you the most. That’s what’s not fair, Darren.”

Darren stared at you, his face contorted with frustration. “That’s not fucking fair,” he snapped, his voice rising.  

“Oh, fuck you, Darren,” you shot back, your hands trembling as you pointed at him. “What else do I have to do to show you I’m done? What else do I have to say?”  

“I’m trying!” he yelled, stepping closer. “I’ve been fucking trying! But nothing I do is ever good enough for you, is it? You’re so goddamn impossible!”  

You laughed bitterly, shaking your head. “You call this trying? You call cheating, lying, and gaslighting me trying?”  

“God, you’re such a fucking idiot,” he spat, his words sharp enough to cut. “You act like you’re perfect, like you’ve never made a mistake in your goddamn life.”  

“I’m not perfect, Darren,” you hissed, stepping forward, your voice shaking with anger. “But at least I own my shit. At least I don’t treat the people I love like they’re disposable!”  

“Oh?” he scoffed, throwing his hands in the air. “You think you’re so much better than me? You’re the one who keeps coming back. So what does that make you, huh?”  

The room was thick with tension, and for a moment, neither of you moved. Then he muttered under his breath, “Pathetic.”  

Your blood boiled. “What did you just say?”  

“You heard me,” he said, his tone dripping with venom.  

“Fuck you, Darren!” you screamed, shoving him hard against the chest.  

His expression darkened. “You don’t get to do that,” he snarled.  

Before you could react, he grabbed your wrist and pushed you away. The force of it sent you stumbling back, and you hit the edge of the dresser, pain shooting up your arm as you fell to the floor.  

“Wait, I…” His face shifted, panic flickering in his eyes. He took a step toward you, his hand outstretched.  

You scrambled to your feet, holding your arm where it throbbed. “You know what? I’m done.” Your voice was quieter now, but no less firm. “I’m done, Darren.”  

“Wait—”  

“No!” you shouted, cutting him off. “Go fuck yourself!”  

“Please,” he said, his voice cracking. “Don’t let us go. We had something special. You know that.”  

You stared at him, disbelief flooding your chest. Then you laughed—a cruel, hollow sound. “If you thought this was anything more than sex, then you’re the fucking idiot.”  

He opened his mouth to argue, but you were already grabbing your stiletto boots from the floor.  

“We can make it work,” he said desperately, following you as you stormed out of his apartment.  

“Make it work?” you echoed, spinning around to face him as you reached his car. “Make it work?” You hefted one of your boots in your hand. “Make this fucking work!”  

Before he could respond, you hurled the boot at his car window. The glass shattered on impact, the sound ringing out like a scream in the still night.  

The car alarm blared, its shrill wailing cutting through the silence. Darren stood frozen, his mouth agape.  

“Shit,” he muttered, rushing toward the car.  

You grabbed your other boot and slung it over your shoulder. “Fix that, asshole!” you yelled as you walked away, the sound of the alarm trailing behind you.  

“Her!” Darren called after you, but you didn’t turn around.  

You kept walking, the cold air biting at your skin, the adrenaline coursing through you keeping you upright. Your arm throbbed where you’d hit it, but you didn’t stop. You didn’t look back.  

You made it about halfway home before the exhaustion hit you like a freight train. Your legs wobbled, and you collapsed onto the curb, cradling your arm as the tears you’d been holding back finally spilled over.  

Your phone buzzed weakly in your pocket. Nobara’s name lit up the screen.  

“Where the hell are you?” she demanded as you answered, her voice sharp but tinged with worry.  

You gave her your location, your words slurred with exhaustion and pain. “I can’t— I just can’t walk anymore.”  

“Stay put,” she said firmly. “I’m coming to get you.”  

By the time her car pulled up, you were slumped against a lamppost, your eyes half-closed. Nobara jumped out, wrapping her jacket around your shoulders as she helped you to your feet.  

“What the hell happened?” she asked, her tone softer now.  

You shook your head, too drained to explain. “I’m hungry. I’ll tell you later.”  

“Let’s stop and get you something to eat,” She didn’t press further, guiding you into the car. As the city lights blurred past, you stared out the window, the events of the night replaying in your mind like a bad dream.  

The car was warm, the quiet hum of the heater and the golden glow of streetlights spilling through the windshield easing the tension in your chest. You cradled your injured arm as Nobara maneuvered through the drive-thru, shooting you occasional glances.  

“You want the usual?” she asked as she pulled up to the intercom.  

“Yeah. Large fries, nuggets, and a Coke,” you murmured, leaning your head back against the seat.  

She placed the order, and soon you were pulling into a parking spot under the dim glow of the lot’s overhead lights. The smell of greasy goodness filled the car as she handed you the bag, cracking open a box of nuggets for herself.  

“So,” she said, dipping a nugget into a cup of barbecue sauce. “You gonna tell me what the hell happened back there, or do I just have to assume you went full-on ‘Carrie’ at prom?”  

You snorted, the first genuine laugh you’d had all night. “Something like that.”  

“Well, shit.” She popped the nugget into her mouth. “Guess I missed a show.”  

You sighed, staring at the fries in your lap. “It’s over. For real this time.”  

“Good,” Nobara said firmly. “That guy was a walking red flag.”  

“Yeah, yeah,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Speaking of red flags…” You smirked as an idea popped into your head. “You’ll never believe what happened at work today.”  

Her eyes narrowed as she dunked another nugget. “Oh, this should be good. Spill.”  

You leaned back, a grin playing on your lips. “I got booked for a private room.”  

Nobara froze mid-bite. “I thought you didn’t do those?”  

“I don’t,” you said, shrugging. “But they offered me a shit ton of money. Guess who it was.”  

Her brows furrowed in confusion. “Who?”  

You couldn’t help but draw it out for dramatic effect. “Your teacher.”  

Her jaw dropped, and the nugget in her hand fell back into the box. “No way, Bitch.”  

You nodded, trying to keep a straight face.  

“What did he want? Is he, like, a total pervert or something?”  

You laughed, shaking your head. “No, actually. He just wanted someone to talk to.”  

Nobara blinked, clearly baffled. “Huh.”  

“I know, right?” you said, grabbing a nugget. “Easiest money I’ve ever made.”  

“Damn,” she muttered, chewing thoughtfully. “I never took him as the emotional type.”  

“Don’t go telling your friends, though,” you warned, wagging a finger at her. “He told me some pretty heavy shit.”  

Nobara tensed, her expression flickering with something you didn’t catch as you reached for your Coke. “Like what?”  

You laughed, shaking your head. “Like hell if I’d tell you.”  

“Oh, come on!” she said, pouting dramatically. “I won’t tell anyone!”  

You smirked, leaning back in your seat. “I’m not risking it. Client confidentiality or whatever.”  

“Ugh, you’re no fun,” she groaned, but there was a smile tugging at her lips.  

You both sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the car filled with the sound of crinkling wrappers and occasional laughter.  

“Hey,” Nobara said suddenly, looking at you out of the corner of her eye. “You’re okay, right?”  

You hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah. I think I will be.”  

She smiled, a small, genuine one. “Good. ‘Cause if you ever go back to that asshole, I’m slashing his tires.”  

You laughed, the sound bubbling up before you could stop it. “Deal.”  

As you both dug into the last of the nuggets, the weight of the night seemed to lift, replaced by the warmth of greasy food and a friend who always had your back.

a/n: and there she is! my first update in like a year lol. lmk what you thought! tell me what you would like to see in the story, who knows, i might be able to incorporate it in! Thank you all for your lovely comments. I loveee reading them.

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[hintsofhoney]

His Favorite Meal

Pairing(s): Rhysand x F!Reader

Summary: Rhysand hears your dirty thoughts while you're at dinner with your friends. It goes as expected.

Square(s) Filled: free space for @anyfandomgoesbingo

Tags: 18+, smutty smut smut, oral sex (female receiving), light dom/sub dynamics, use of magic, p in v, unprotected sex, light spanking

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: Hi, I just finished A Court of Mist and Fury and this is my new hyperfixation now. Funnily enough, I wrote this before I got to any kinds of sex scenes between Rhys and Feyre, and when I did finally get to Chapter 55, I was impressed with myself for how close to canon I wrote this 🤣 Anywho, I hope you enjoy!

You can also read me on Ao3!

MAIN MASTERLIST

You can’t stop thinking about him, not for lack of trying.

Rhysand and his stupid dark hair and violet eyes and the way the word darling rolls off his tongue and makes your thighs clench. 

You would even let him take you here and now, if it meant that the thoughts of him would subside.

He raises his eyebrows at you from across the table, Mor and Az and Cassian too caught up in their own conversation to notice. 

Really? Right on this table? With everyone watching? he sends down the bond. 

You shoot him a cold glare. Get out of my head.

If you didn’t want me in it, Y/N, darling, I wouldn’t be.

He isn’t wrong. You both know it.

I can make them leave, if the table is truly where you’d like me to fuck you. Personally, I find the bed —

Shut up, and eat your dinner . If you had said it outloud, it would have been through gritted teeth.

Rhys cocks his head to the side, briefly taken aback by your bite, and then smiles. Careful, darling , you hear in your head, if I have to take you over my knee, I won’t be asking anyone to leave first.

You squeeze your thighs together at the threat, the heat building between them becoming uncomfortable. You’re desperate. You need him.

That bad, hm? he asks.

You watch as he takes a sip of wine, his eyes never leaving yours.

Say the word and they’re gone, or continue to torture yourself. Up to you.

The prick wanted you to ask for it. Beg for it. As if your thoughts hadn’t been enough.

That “prick” will not hesitate to punish you in front of our friends. 

You feel yourself clench around nothing. 

Please, Rhys , you give in. 

He smirks, taking another sip from his glass. Please, what?

You swallow your pride. Not that there’s much left of it. Please fuck me.

Please fuck you, where?

This ass— 

His eyebrows raise — your final warning — and it stops your thought dead in its tracks. You take a deep breath. 

Please fuck me on the table, Rhys.

He grins. All you had to do was ask.

You put your shield up for a brief second so you can mentally roll your eyes in peace. When it comes down, Az, Cassian, and Mor are getting up from their seats.

“We eat here,” Cassian reminds the both of you as he stands.

Rhys is looking at you with hungry eyes as he replies, “Who says I won’t be eating?”

“Eugh!” Mor groans, making her way towards the exit. “At least wait until I’m out of earshot.”

Cassian snorts before following her out, Azriel having been the first to leave. 

And now it’s just you and Rhys and the table between you.

You blink, and suddenly his face is inches from yours, leaning over you with his hands resting on your thighs as he smirks at your shaky breaths. You can’t bring yourself to look him in the eye. He places a curled pointer finger underneath your chin, his thumb slowly tracing over your bottom lip, letting out a low chuckle at how your mouth begins to open ever so slightly.

He leans in, his lips meeting yours with a gentleness that doesn’t quite match the lust in his eyes, and you know you’re in for a long night. It could be hours before you were going to feel the release you had been begging him for.

“As far as I’m concerned, I shouldn’t let you cum at all, considering the names I’ve been called,” he murmurs, as he kisses your way up your jaw line, down your neck. 

You whimper at the notion, at the thought of being left reeling, wanting, on the table. Right now, you can’t imagine anything worse. 

“That’s very dramatic,” he whispers, his voice lined with a teasing smile. You watch him drop to his knees in front of you, slowly pushing your long gown up to your thighs. “But if you truly cannot imagine anything worse, then I suppose I’ll give you what you want, my darling girl.” 

You tense at his words, at the way he grabs ahold of your leg and places it over his shoulder, at the way he licks his lips, as if he’s about to dig into his favorite meal. 

He stops. “Of course, I had forgotten,” he says, and there’s a flash of darkness before you find yourself lying on the table, with Rhys kneeling at the end of it. His hands are gripping the underside of your thighs, pushing them upwards and outwards. In one fell swoop, he rips off the black lace covering your core, baring you to him. “I eat my meals at the table.” 

You let your head fall onto the hard surface underneath you. Fuck .

“Oh, I plan to,” he replies, placing a soft kiss on your inner thigh. “But I’m going to have my fun first.”

You swear his tongue has magic of its own with the way it moves between your folds, pulling short breaths from your lungs as he circles it around your clit, never staying in one spot long enough to grant you the release that you so badly crave. When he adds two fingers, your back arches off the table, and you whimper as you feel his magic pinning you down in response. 

“ Please , Rhys,” you practically sob, your thighs quaking as you try to remain still, trying to keep your orgasm at bay. 

“You’re not going to cum already, are you, darling?” he asks, but you know it’s not a question you can say ‘yes’ to. You know you’re his . You won’t cum until he tells you to. 

He chuckles at your thoughts. “Good girl,” he praises, his fingers curling inside you at just the right spot, and the combination of the two almost sends you over the edge. Almost. Minutes pass, but they feel like hours. You find yourself on the precipice of release too many times to count, having to take deep breaths to keep yourself grounded. Eventually, you accept this new tortured existence.

Very dramatic , Rhys teases.

You yelp as he stops his ministrations and pulls out of you too abruptly for your liking, standing up before pulling you to the edge of the table and flipping you over by your hips, your bare feet meeting the cool marble floor. It only takes seconds before he’s dragging his cock through your soaked folds, teasing you even further. You wiggle your ass — a silent plea — and he spanks it in return — an audible warning to be still that echoes through the dining hall. 

“Ow!” you whine, forcing your body to comply with his demand. 

Another smack, on the other cheek this time.

“Rhys!”

“Do I need to gag you? Or are you going to quit your whining?” 

Another hit, harder than the others. A test. You remain silent and still.

“Although I must admit… I do love watching your ass change colors.” You brace yourself for another hit that never comes. Instead, you get no warning as Rhys thrusts into you in one swift motion. “But I’ll save it for the next time you feel like mouthing off.”

You grip the edges of the table as he pounds into you, his hand coming to wrap around your shoulder for leverage, his cock filling you up, hitting your sweet spot with every stroke. Your moans are unsteady and never-ending, only interrupted by the expletives falling from your lips.

“Oh m-my —  fuck — Rhys!”

He smirks, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling you up off of the table, your back flush with his muscled, tattooed chest. You start to wonder when his shirt came off before you realize that his hands are holding your bare breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers. Magic has a number of uses — making clothes vanish off bodies being one of them. 

He continues to thrust into you as one of his hands makes its way down to your core, swollen and throbbing. When his skillful fingers find your clit, you throw your head back onto his shoulder. 

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease,” you chant. You’re unsure of how much longer you can take it. Five agonizing seconds pass — then ten — and then —

“Go ahead, darling, I’m right behind you,” he orders, and you practically scream as your orgasm washes over you, as you feel his cock twitch inside you, filling you up. “Fuuuuck,” he rasps, his hands holding onto your hips now as you fall forward onto the table from exhaustion, letting the cold surface cool your skin. 

Moments later, Rhys collapses on top of you, holding himself up by his forearms, caging you in between them. He’s still inside you as he trails soft kisses from one shoulder blade to the other.

I love you , he sends down the bond, still catching his breath.

A tired smile creeps onto your lips. I love you, too.

[e-the-hybrid-freak]

✨Intro✨

”Hi, I’m 1302E! But you can call me E. I’m N and Uzi’s adopted child- drone- thing. Yeah, let’s go with thing.”

((Hi, I’m Mod. Let me tell you about E))

About E-

1302E was her drone name and what JCJenson called her. Before the world blew up she was sent to copper nine, because JCJenson didn’t want her anywhere near them. After N and Uzi saved everyone from Cyn, they found E. N and E became best friends and N had to BEG Uzi to keep the little drone. After a lot of pleading, Uzi caved and they kept E. E is nicknamed sweetie, sweetheart, Bean, little one, little drone, and Babes. Don’t freaking call her baby or your asking for your funeral. She has a glitch in her programming when she feels threatened she will go into a ruthless killing mod and go on a murder spree :3

E's inventory-

-Her pet Rats named Gerald, Gerald Junior, and Gerald the third.

-an Orange tree

Feel free to give anything to her :3

About G-

2011G was found rummaging through a cabin and E found him. We don't know much about him yet, but that can change. He is more calmer and mature than E, and thinks logically. His origin is unknown,but him and E are Besties.

G's inventory-

-Nothin'

About Mod-

Hi, I’m Dove. I own like seven other rp blogs for my horrible hyperfixations. Right now it’s Hazbin hotel, Helluva boss, Tadc, and Murder drones. I try to get on everyday but life happens.

Rules-

SFW ONLY. It is one thing to flirt with a character, another to get touchy. Please don’t.

No hate. I can take criticism but hell, if you send me hate after hate I get depressed and feel useless. So please dont

NO POLITICS. AFTER THE DRAMA FROM THIS ELECTION I CANT TAKE ANYMORE. TAKE YOUR POLITIC B.S. SOMEWHERE ELSE.

Respect my boundaries and others. That’s it.

Cursing is allowed and E curses, so yeah.

How to submit an ask-

Since we are both a ask blog and rp blog you can ask E on how’s life going.

Go to the ‘Can I help you…?’ Button on the top of my blog

type in your question or rp starter.

((if you are an rp please specify))

press the submit button.

I will get to it ASAP

E’s friends ((Partners))-

@nthebiscuitboy ((Her parents and others)) @selfmutatedmutilation ((Rie :3)) @hv-solver (K <3))

**If you wanna be a partner DM me!**

Blogs I own-

@doveatheart ((my main))

@adeline-dust-rp ((Hazbin hotel oc rp))

@varkthesharkthing ((Hazbin hotel rp))

@the-littles-in-hell ((Another oc rp for Hazbin hotel))

@a-itty-bitty-girl ((random stuff))

@vally-the-x-angel ((Hazbin Hotel rp))

Key-

“E talks like this.” "G talks like this"

((Dove talks like this))

*Actions like this*

Custom tags-

#E is here ig ((E answers questions))

#G is here ig ((G answers))

#Dove chirps ((me talkingggg))

Please note this blog will have topics such as-

Violence, blood, gore, fighting, cursing, and others I can’t think of.

if this triggers/bothers you then don’t interact!

((Thanks!))

“See you soon!”

*Disclaimer*- I do not claim to own murder drones. That belongs to Liam Vickers ((smart man)). BUT, I do own E. She is mine. Please don’t copy her.

[dailyhmsw]

BOUNCING UP AND DOWN. HELLO SOUL!! I just got a drawing tablet and I’m super excited about it!! I’ve been drawing for a long time, but I’m usually more of a traditional artist, do you have any tips for beginners with digital art? I am REALLY EXCITED (currently vibrating) and since I sadly don’t have any digital artist friends, this was the first blog I thought of to ask for tips!! Because!! Your art is amazing and this blog feeds my insatiable hyperfixation!! I think it’s so cool and your art is amazing!!

(I’m sorry if this is annoying TwT also yes I know I’m sending this literally on Christmas Eve but there is no pressure and you can answer this ask whenever :D)

HELLO HELLO CONGRATS, FIRST OF ALL! ! !! LOL I REMEMBER WHEN I GOT MY FIRST ART TABLET the little wacom one .. it served me very well

i think the one of the biggest hurdles in going from traditional to digital is getting used to how different it feels. at its core it's the same thing, you're drawing on a canvas, but getting used to not feeling the paper under your pen and how it handles and glides differently on the tablet can take a little while. and THEN you have to get used to your art program of choice...........

i started with (and still use) firealpaca because it's free and covers all your necessary bases plus a few nice quality of life features! i know krita is also free and seems like a good pick, though i've never used it myself..

i guess it's less a question of tips and more of getting used to the change????! for an actual tip i'd say explore your program and see all the cool features it has to offer, then play with the settings (like different brushes, stabilizer levels and pressure sensitivity (if your tablet/program supports it)) until you find something you like!! eventually it becomes just as natural as it was before. i'm kinda bad at giving advice but i hope this is something at least ^_^''

tldr give it time and explore the resources given to you.. you'll discover your preferences and eventually it'll just become natural to you !!

[v4mpib4mbi]

𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐒!:𝐩

also sort of intro post?

⛧°｡⋆༺♱༻⋆｡°⛧

hi hello queens and queers, im currently rotting in my bed with no intention to sleep any time soon, hiding from a creature with wings that is flying in my room and yearning for people to share interests with

this is not a safe space for bigots so if you're a racist homophobic ableist piece of shit, you can get off my post <3

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Things about me:

🥀 mdni! id prefer 20+ moots since im 23 myself and sometimes my content can get a bit nsfw; please have your age in your bio if you wanna be moots;

if you’re a minor and interact with any of my posts (whether they’re suitable for younger audiences or not), you are responsible for your own media consumption, but keep in mind i won’t be interacting with you!

🦇 horror/gothic media has been my whole personality since i was a toddler so it's a big bonus if you're into this type of media; slashers are especially a big slap for me (mentally im in a spooky 80s summercamp);

🥀 my hobbies include reading, writing fanfics (that i usually never finish lmao but i do love sharing my works!), roleplaying, videogaming and i started drawing again! (usually my ocs lol);

you can find my art under the #my art tag!

🦇 I have a pretty wide music taste, but i listen to 80% alt music and mostly fall into the goth and emo subgenres (still love metal, numetal, grunge, new wave and punk!);

🥀 i am queer and go by she/her and xe/xis; been out for about 9 years;

🦇 i am pagan and occasionally practice soft witchcraft (mostly protection spells, though i am a bit irresponsible…); i also read tarot but im a lazy bitch and can’t bring myself to practice more sorry;

🥀 i’m the ultimate fangirl you will ever meet — i LOVE fiction, i love pop culture, i WILL self insert myself in everything and make our ocs go out shopping ;p

Some of my fandoms

note: hyperfixating ; not really in touch with it anymore

The Arcana

Baldur's Gate 3

Genshin Impact

Honkai Star Rail

Creepypasta/Marble Hornets

Undertale

Death Note

Stranger Things

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

Criminal Minds

SallyFace

Penny Dreadful

American Horror Story

Merlin

Mindhunter

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Avatar: The Legwnd of Korra

Mystic Messenger

Diabolik Lovers

Vampire Knight

Castlevania

Arcane

Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji

Gravity Falls

Steven Universe

She Ra

Twin Peaks

The Walking Dead

Scream

if you feel like we would click follow me, dm me or interact with this post (or all of the above!) and feel free to ask me anything, start a conversation or even send me random stuff here or on my discord! :p

Also! I’d love to watch movies with someone as im kinda lonely irl so if u are a movie person DOOO remind me of this when/if you text me !

SOCIALS:

letterboxd

tiktok

instagram

spotify

xoxo bye bye <3

[biccyssafespace]

🍼 Welcome to my safe space .ᐟ

☁️ Blog introduction below the cut .ᐟ 🐥

Hello my name is biccy! before i start my intro take a look at my dni! and thank you for coming

DNI CRITERIA: tw for below & i block freely for anybody who makes me uncomfortable

N$FW K!INK G0RE anti-agere/age regression, non child friendly. basic dni; homophobic, transphobic, biphobic, xenophobic, islamophobic, etc. misogynistic, racist, ableist, discriminatory, weightshaming; bodyshaming etc. invalidates a persons pronouns / gender / identity. says slurs you cant reclaim, p*dophile, sexualizes minors/fictional minors/children. pr0shippers, c0mshippers, ships ab*sive/toxic ships, jokes about sexual crimes. ddlg/ddlb/mdlb/clg, supports or justifies etc any of these. wriothesley and/or dottore fans im personally uncomfortable with these characters due to personal reasons and would prefer if you dont interact!/nbr Vivziepop media fans (helluva boss, hazbin hotel). people who fetishize gay men or lesbians & please do not repost my posts with f/o, kin, id tags!/nbr

my DNI is subject to be changed/updated in the future.

also please dont use my creations unless its a request or you ask! like personal things i make for my blog

🍼 > I go by Biccy or any nicknames! im nonbinary and go by gender neutral terms ! my most used pronouns are they/them

🐥 } I’m not comfortable sharing my big age but i am a minor! my little age is 5-7

🍼 > I am Autistic, i experience verbal shutdowns and have hyperfixations! I’m Physically disabled and chronically ill. I’m a Trauma regressor and this blog is what i use to help me regress/cope while focusing on being a kid!

🐥 }

🍼 > tags: biccys moodboards, biccys stimboards, biccys requests, biccy talking. (currently trying out stimboards on my own not doing requests of them yet though)

🐥 } I am new to doing requests so please be patient with me and be specific with your requests! (ex: if you want a paci or not) i take Moodboard, (trying stimboards too!) Paci edit, DNI banner, “(character) protects this blog!” banner requests! (There may be more things added/things removed in the future so check back for updates!) also p.s if i never respond to your ask its cus i lost it :( please send another if its been almost a week and theres no response! , please note also im better at doing requests for characters/fandoms/media i know of so please bare that in mind, however feel free to request any!

🍼 > Please be aware i have anxiety and lots of trouble talking with people expecially 1 on 1! so please do not dm this account at all/nbr/nm if you have anything to say outside of requests too please keep it in the ask box!/srs

My blog is SFW ONLY and i will ignore anything otherwise.

^_^ My interests 🐣 . . . !

}- Splatoon, Pokemon, Ducks, MHA, Cats, Cookie run, Neon genesis evangelion, Animal crossing, Honkai star rail, Reverse 1999, Ocs, Octonauts, Bluey, Disney, My little pony, Apex legends.

🐤 < Im more likely to give better output with requests on fandoms im familiar with ! however i will take requests regardless of being on my interest list; despite…

}- Problematic

}- Genshin Impact

}- Ship related

}- Nsfw/Suggestive etc

}- My dni

}- MHA (Nothing bad i just don’t want to do requests for it!)

}- Real/Alive people

Finally thank you for stopping by my safe space!

^_^ I hope you have a wonderful time here. ☁️

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[forestgromlin]

intro post!!

Basic Stuff

call me: bee (like this lil guy -> 🐝)

minor (nothing weird please)

pronouns: she/they preferably, it/its sounds cool but i haven’t tried them enough, tbh any are fine idrc

sexuality: aegoaroace

also:

adhd

autistic

speak english and spanish, am learning french

i have a cat named Socks! i love her <3

current hyperfixation: hermitcraft + life series

art is under #bee doodles blog where i reblog stuff: @forestgromlinreblogs

card thingy:

if you want to follow me on pinterest just ask, my acct is private so i’ll have to send you the link :]

Other Stuff

(may have been a hyperfixation in the past or is a general thing that just hangs around)

art (i draw on procreate mostly)

singing (i’m a mezzo soprano, in a choir (where i sing alto) and musical theater class (where i sing soprano))

fanfic (i only read it, i don’t write it)

i like coming up with ideas for books and editing, but not writing the actual story lmao

i think programming/coding is very cool, i have done some very very beginner stuff before (if anyone has heard of perchance.org, i made a warrior cats things that has like 10k views or smt at this point 😭 it’s really bad, the code is so messy)

i would like to possibly go into game development in the future bc it combines a lot of stuff that is very interesting to me, but i currently don’t even have a computer i could use, so uh.. yeah

hermitcraft

life series

marauders (harry potter)

harry potter (i do NOT support JKR)

kotlc

the owl house

she-ra and the princesses of power

bluey

pjo, hoo, toa, mcga, etc.

good omens

hamilton

newsies

lotr

rings of power (i’ve only watched season 1)

six

i used to play violin for like 2 years

music:

maisie peters

laufey

chappell roan

conan gray

cavetown

boygenius

phoebe bridgers

taylor swift

clairo

noah kahan

plus many more!

im one of the people that saw tumblr stuff on pinterest before joining tumblr

im very friendly online and would be happy to chat!! feel free to tag me in whatever

*grammar, linguistics, etymology, learning new languages, etc.

tag system

#bee’s thoughts - random original stuff, ramblings, thoughts, questions, etc

#bee doodles - sometimes i get the motivation to art, you can find it all under this tag :D

#bee watches stuff - i’m making my way through a giant list of hermitcraft and life series series’, updates will be under this tag :]

#bee’s song of the day - i’m gonna try to do a song of the day everyday!! feel free to remind me if i haven’t posted one lol (i almost never do)

#bee does texting - screenshots of texts i or my friends sent

#bee’s ultimate quiz - i made a really hard quiz about myself and had y’all take it to see how much you know about me :]

tags for moots

(so if you want to see all of my interactions with a certain person, just filter by their tag!)

(lmk if you dont wanna be here, or if you’re my moot but you’re not on here! i’m really bad at staying on top of stuff like this lmao, trust me, i encourage you to tell me)

#dee! - @twinklefwinkle

#bug!! - @musical-dash-trash

#rye bread!! - @kutie106

#lucy! - @chickencentaur

#rin! - @rins-batcave

#laceyy - @theodditylacey

#jas! - @yams-and-toast

#patch! - @toooster

#quinn! - @quintessentially1

#erin! - @kitab00m101

#duck! - @duckieselz

#toast! - @ghost-y-toast-y

#lee! - @mossy-enigma

#sam! - @just-some-loserloverboy

#stanley! - @krevelaf

also @ all of my moots, i love y’all!!

[worldsbiggestnerd101]

intro post!!

hi there! my name’s emmy, welcome to my blog! i’ve been here for a good while now but since i’ve started to gain more attention, i figured it was time to make an intro post!

basic info:

name(s): em/emmy/emeline, angie/angel (no preference)

age: minor (NO NSFW BULLSHIT PLEASE)

birthday: january 4 :D

orientation/sexuality: bisexual (femme/wlw leaning)

gender: cis girl

pronouns: she/her (they/them is ok but not preferred)

nationality: born and raised in the US of A (new york babyyyyyyy), but my parents are guyanese, so i’d say guyanese american

race: mixed, my mom has light skin (she gets mistaken as hispanic a lot) and my dad has medium brown skin so i’m somewhere in the middle (i too get mistaken for hispanic a lot)

other info: i’m neurodivergent, possibly autism or adhd (or both) but i was a “gifted” kid if that counts for anything, oh and i have anxiety

fandoms:

this a multifandom blog, so while i do have my phases/eras/hyperfixations, i will be posting about multiple fandoms at once, even if one’s taking up more posts than the others combined.

here are some of my mains!

roblox piggy

murder drones

hazbin hotel + helluva boss

gravity falls

ride the cyclone

welcome home

it’s easiest to tell what my current main hyperfixation is by just looking at my pfp/blog theme, as i’ll usually set it to something related to my current biggest hyperfix. i’ll update this list as needed, but i’m also active in the percy jackson, american girl, and stranger things fandoms. i’m also into a lot of cartoons, like she-ra and the princesses of power, steven universe, the owl house, carmen sandiego, mlp gen 4, etc. so feel free to ask about those! i’m also a major theater kid, some of my favorite shows are hamilton, dear evan hansen, wicked, mean girls, beetlejuice, and six, so you can ask about any of those too! (i’ve only seen wicked and hamilton 😭)

links

ok so all my links to other posts or blogs or accounts or anything really are here!!

youtube: here!!

hazbin hotel high school au masterpost: here!!

discord server bullshittery masterpost: here >:3

tags

#em rambles - original post tag

#asks - any and all asks i get!!

#mutuals - any asks from/posts about my mutuals will be tagged with this, and it's like a guarantee that you'll get your own name tag too!!

#anon - if you send me an anon ask, just look here to find it :D

#emmy’s edits - all my original edits!! they’re up on my youtube too but you can find them here under that tag

#hazbin high school au - my own au!! i made this by myself with a few ideas from friends but this is like my own creation that i'm working on!!

EDIT: AS OF 07/06/2024, ANYTHING RELATING TO HELLUVA BOSS S2E9 APOLOGY TOUR WILL NOT BE TAGGED AS SPOILERS. IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THE EPISODE I ADVISE AGAINST SCROLLING.

edit: as of 07/16/2024 i have a girlfriend!! her name is hannie, aka the wonderful amazing absolutely adorable @furryrainbowscreature i love her so much <333

dni:

homophobes, transphobes

supporters of israel

queer exclusionists (anti "conflicting" labels, terfs, etc)

racists

blogs with heavy amounts of nsfw content (i’m a teenager so. please.)

sexists/misogynists

pedos/“maps”

so yeah i think that’s about it!! thanks for reading y'all <3

also: FREE PALESTINE 🇵🇸

[thewandererh]

💛Hello everyone! Wanderer here :]

Please DO NOT send me donation asks, they make me anxious. I do not know the difference between bots and real people. I have no money to give. Contact active organizations instead of me. Thank you.

DNI : NSFW blogs, homophobes, transphobes, racists (etc), romantic + sexual cjshippers, prolifers, proshippers, ai art/chat supporters, trump supporters, anyone who disrespects boundaries as a “joke,” people not open to mental growth & learning.

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Meet me! I am a: mental health advocate, gluten free eater, adhd+autism individual, emoji enjoyer, alliteration admirer, local logophile, radiation rambler, and ceaseless cloudspotter

i’m also a Visual-Introverted iNtuitive Feeling Judging-Turbulent Advocate!

i value boundaries highly! i prefer my relationships contain mutual respect, trust, and support on both sides. if something i’m uncomfortable with comes up, i’ll tell you :]!

i like saying good things about others’ creations, but that doesn’t mean it’s my job. i do it when i have enough capacity/energy for it in a given day. i believe all artists and art are equal. no one is above another no matter what! we are all influenced by, like, and explore different things as people, and that effects all of our wonderful art <3.

i exist to express myself. and you do too ^^! creating what brings joy leads to fulfillment and a well-rounded sense of self. don’t follow me for one specific thing, as i am not anchored to one fandom, idea, or another. i am just here to have fun :].

every once in a while when i explore what tumblr has to offer on a fandom, i will absolutely 100% splurge reblog (spamming my blog with what i love, often reblogging one thing multiple times). this is me having fun, and supporting the artists i like ^_^!! scrolling on my blog to see my own stuff during/after one of these times could be hard, but you can always sort by my tags if you want to see my stuff. cheers to joy!

🍱 current interests

i will be reblogging spoilers! unfollow and/or block main tags if you want to avoid them

🌊Flow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

📺Poppy Playtime chapter 5!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

🐾DOG MAN MOVIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

🏰Nimona

🦑Will You Snail

⚛️Everything (what games do you like? oh uh. everything)

🦊Maybe a Fox

🌺Nine Sols

🐋South Scrimshaw

🫴GRIS

🌲Pinepoint

🎧 favorite song artists

i really love intricate, atmospheric, and acoustic aspects in my music :]! furthermore, lyrics filled with a feeling, metaphors, or even a story i can think about powers my inspiration ^_^

lofi genre — some were at sea — haley heynderickx — searows — jack conte — oct — good kid — jonas tyroller — louie zong — berlinist — johanna warren — noah kahan — imogen heap — cosmo sheldrake — AURORA — glass animals — cavetown — the crane wives — phoebe bridgers — far caspian — kiltro — frida johansson — tamkish — lemon demon — owl city — vashti bunyan — yann van der cruyssen — meydän — lifeformed

🪤 hyperfixations

☔️rain world

🩶chonny jash

☁️clouds (official cloud appreciation society member!)

☢️radioactivity (thank you kyle hill)

🧐 other things i really like

analyzing literary devices, leitmotifs, and psychology

character/creature design (psychology <3, metaphors, shape language, headcanons, palettes, outfits)

visual composition + graphic design

outfit experimentation when dressing up (flannel jackets, shirts with decals)

collecting memoirs (stickers, patches, notebooks, other trinkets)

exploring the gluten-freeness of trader joe’s :]

words that feel fun to say (alliterations = vocal stims)

small notebooks

stuffed animals :D

background noise/music (lofi!)

origami!

🗺️ tags for navigating my blog!

use the blog search bar to search for specific content

traditional art : #pen&pencilparade

digital art : #digitaldepictions

animation : #awesomeanimating

longform stuff : #wordwondering

really passionate rambles : #hyperfixationhullabalooing

original stories/essays : #puttingpen2paper

#slugcatmarkerdoodles & #worksheetworkshopping

talkin ‘bout clouds : #carwindowcloudspotting

silly jokes : #sillyposting

crafts : #craftcorner

plushies go places : #plushadventures

play these games : #game recommendations

exploring my mental : #figuringmyselfout

get to know me! : #personalposts

answers/asks : #letters2&fro

fanart?!?? : #gloriousgallery

favorite posts : #fave

writing i love : #bookshelf

📜 oc story tags!

💛ORIGINAL:

#the-inexpendables - alien diving robots are dug up by humans

#cloudkids - cloud-inspired silly guys live life in the suburbs

#protean-punishment - abstract animal shapeshifters defend their magic

☔️RAINWORLD:

#elementaliterator - the angsty makings of twine’s journey chasing the light

#kylehillgang - robots of wacky science make it in the ecosystem somehow

🔀CJ x RW CROSSOVERS:

#iambicpentameter - robiological hms mentally reconnect

#iambicpentameter deepswim - SUL dives below superficial life

#technicolorquintet - thdph but iterator (they are very gay)

🩶CHONNY JASH:

#cccclinic - whole’s headspacial recovery during and after a very big coma

#ccccycles - jashlings painfully change forms when fights resort to violence

hope you all have a wonderful day :]💛

[ambiguous-avery]

Intro

Hello, hello! A pleasure to meet you! My name is Avery, and I like to spend my time moonlighting as a writer. I typically write original content, however, I have recently slipped down the Supernatural rabbit hole, and my hyperfixation hasn't let me go. So, here we are.

A like, comment, reblog, or follow would be very much appreciated! Lots of love to the Tumblr community. I hope you enjoy your time in my little archive.

-- Avery 💜💜💜

Chasing Shadows

Dean Winchester x OC fem!Touched!Reader/You She’s never been afraid of the dark, not really. She’s more concerned about getting lost in it. He’s haunted by every dark deed he’s ever done. It’s constantly nipping at his heels like a hell hound. He’s her light in the dark, and she’s the one bit of darkness he’s willing to embrace.

A series using @aylacavebear's Touched concept, used with permission, of course. Send her lots of love! Universal tags for the series: No use of Y/N, canon-typical violence, eventual romance, eventual smut,  fluff and angst, POV alternating (sometimes a little all over the place), slow burn (?), angst, hurt/comfort, no beta we die like men Each part will have its own list of tags included in it.

Chasing Shadows Masterlist

Everything else that doesn’t belong in another categories. Everything will be tagged accordingly, biggest tags will be noted in the list and others will be in the stories as necessary.

Oneshots/Drabbles/Misc Masterlist

A collection of short songfics with various pairings. Tags will vary for each story. Song title is the name of each fic, and there is a link to each fic's inspiration song in each post. Give 'em a listen!

Songfic Masterlist

I’ve never actually done a request before, but I’m always willing to give it a try! If I know the character, I’ll give it a go. Feel free to send me an ask, and I can give it a whirl!

Requests are currently: Open

Request Masterlist

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Drop a comment or ask away if you'd like to be added to a taglist!

[ellieshyperfixations]

Introduction!!

I’m Eleanor, but I go by Ellie or Elle!

Im 17yrs old and I use any pronouns!

This is a blog for me to post quotes and writings about all my current hyperfixations (listed below, and subjected to change over time!)

Deadpool & Wolverine

X-Men (Movies & ‘97!)

Characters I write for/about:

Deadpool

Wolverine

Yukio

Blind Al

Rogue

Cyclops

Storm

Jubilee

Beast

Night crawler

Gambit

Jean Grey

Morph

Magneto (sometimes)

Professor Xavier

Mystique

Laura Kinley (Young ver)

And others!

Boundaries:

Again, I am 17, a MINOR, please do not be weird

A lot of the people mentioned in my posts are ALSO minors, so just be appropriate !

Feel free to use my quotes for silly lil things! No need to credit! But! I wanna see them!!! Please show me the silly lil things!!

Send in asks and requests if you wanna see more quotes involving certain characters or just wanna talk to me!! I’m open to hearing from you guys :DD

Disclaimers:

All quotes found on this account are quotes that friends, family or I have said but as different characters from the above mentioned fandoms!

Because of this fact, do NOT talk about shippy things under quote posts. While it’s about fictional characters, it was said by me and my family, and sometimes my close friends, so I just don’t feel comfortable with it!

Just a warning; I am a senior and go to a private school that gives us a lot of hw, I work part time AND I’m doing dual credit at my local college, along with helping take care of my little sisters! So, please be patient if I am not consistent, being a senior in high school is hectic 😭

[donutfloats]

Hi I’m Marzipan, and this is my art blog!

My art tag is Catbeansclub and Possly Art

Yes I use both cause some of my art is split for some reason between the two oopsies

I draw in procreate with a modified 6B brush

Current hyperfixation: Cult of the Lamb

Feel free to send me asks about my CotL version/au Pushing Daisies

Lamb Ref (outdated)

Narinder ref

The Red Crown Family

More character references are planned

MY SOCIALS

💖 Twitter 💖

[kaitos-apod]

INTRO POST!

Roger, roger! One-two, one-two-three… This is Kaito Momota, Luminary of the Stars, SHSL Astronaut reporting!

If you know me, you know I check out NASA’s Astronomy Picture of the Day every morning, but recently I’ve been wanting to share it with more people (besides just sending my buddies the link every day), with my own commentary to spice it up!

But also, if you REALLY know me, you’d know that I’m pretty shitty with keeping up with stuff like this, even if it’s about my favorite thing ever. Sorry if I miss a day sometimes!

Feel free to shoot me an ask about whatever you want, whenever! Whether you’ve got an astronautical question, your own astrophotography, or if you just wanna talk!

Happy to serve you guys!

OOC below ⟢ (+ graphic creds, tag guide)

Hey I’m the mod. Call me Comet! I’m a Kaito fictive (sourcemates int NOW), I use sol/sun/sols or he/him, and I’m bodily an adult 👍

This blog is just for getting my hyperfixation juices out lol so I don’t wanna do any serious long-form roleplay here. Other roleplay blogs can interact tho, and idm fooling around with whatever ships you like! I’m not afraid of making Kaito fall in love with literally everyone bc That’s How I Am Too. There'll be sexual humor too but I'll keep it down due to Danganronpa's weird fucking annoyingly vague ages

Also this isn’t part of any AU rlly uh?? Think of it like that weird limbo that chatfics r always in idk 💀 VR postgame????? Yeah idfk I talk about space

GRAPHICS CREDS: sprite edit in icon, manga render in banner, dividers

The replycons are mine! Find the frame on my system's resource blog here

Tag guide: apod ⟢ (daily gimmick posts), training time ⟢ (info/updates), heroic advice ⟢ (asks), sidekick cameo ⟢ (interaction chains), comet sighting ⟢ (ooc)

[fanby-fckry]

Drabble Ask Game!

I yearn to create, and yet cannot seem to finish anything. I’m hoping that writing some small 100-500 word drabbles (putting a high cap because I’m extra sometimes), might help me get some writing posted, and motivate me to work on bigger projects.

Send me an ask with:

A ship (polyships included)

A dynamic-type (platonic, queerplatonic, romantic, rivalry, etc.)

A one-word prompt

Optional:

A preferred rating (AO3-style: G, T, M, or E)

Rules:

Hellaverse only (hyperfixation has me by the throat, guys; I’ve got like a -10% chance of being able to focus enough to do shit for another fandom)

No romantic or sexual dynamics for Alastor/Charlie and Alastor/Niffty (personal preference)

No OCs, unless you wanna request one of my OCs (I just don’t wanna do a whole lot of research, but also don’t wanna mischaracterize anybody else’s OCs)

X reader is allowed (please specify gender in the ask, or you’re getting gender-neutral reader)

Please limit to one ask at a time (if I’m still playing this game by the time I post yours, feel free to submit another)

I reserve the right to ignore or reject requests for any reason