#gonna write these blurbs out

[tetzoro]

HAPPY HAPPY FRIDAY FRIENDZ !!!! we are so close to the weekend, just a little bit longer ! i’m sending out lots of good energy to everyone to make this day a good one <33

[idyllcy]

bite - professor!simon riley x professor!reader (suggestive warning!)

"Thanks for walking me back."

"Of course!" The new professor stumbles, cheeks red as you smile. How cute.

"I'll be seeing you?" You raise a brow, hand on the handle of your shared office.

"Y-yes!"

The door opens before you can react, and Simon stares down at the professor, brow raised as you greet him, eyes lighting up and patting his chest to have him bend down for you.

"Professor Smith." Simon nods. "Congratulations on the degree."

"S-sir!"

"Just Simon is fine. No difference in status here." He smiles. "It's getting late and I've gotta get my missus home, so if you'll excuse us."

"Of course." He nods, scampering off as you laugh.

"He wasn't doing anything."

"He's in love with you, luvie." Simon mumbles, hand finding your chin to squeeze your cheeks as he leans in for a kiss. "Should I get you a bigger ring?"

"That's hardly necessary." You hum, laughing as he grunts.

"Ought to sink my teeth into your skin until those marks are permanent then." Simon lets go of your cheeks to kiss you properly, hand resting on your jaw as you lean in to kiss him properly — too much teeth to be gentle, his body hunched over yours as your nails dig to ground yourself. Your lashes flutter closed as he shoves his tongue into your mouth, letting him nip at your bottom lip and let go with a pop, his stubble soft against your jaw as he unlocks his jaw to bite at your jugular, teeth sinking in as you wince.

"Si." You grumble.

He doesn't respond, biting down harder as you sigh, squeezing at his shoulders as he finally lets go. Your fingers reach to collect his saliva from the bite, licking them off as he stares down at you.

"It's not fair if only you get to bite." You pinch at his ear, hissing as he leans down. "Why are you acting like your students aren't all up on your dick and practically begging me to leave you so they can get bent over that stupid table of yours?"

"They're not my wife, luvie."

"And you're not my husband?" You hiss. "Thought you trusted me, Si."

"do." He mumbles, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. "Trust you a lot. 'm sorry."

"How sorry?" You raise a brow, watching as he stares back up at you, dangerous glint in his eye as you cock your head to the side.

"If you wanted to get bent over the desk you could have just asked, my missus." He whispers, eye glancing at the door. "Say the word 'n 'm yours. 'm your husband before all else."

You open your mouth, teeth biting into his collarbone as he kicks to close the door.

Anything for his missus.

[bloodibambiidoll]

A little peak inside Weird Girl!Reader’s bedroom.

In my mind Weird Girl is obsessed with religious imagery but isn’t religious(that’s just my personal headcanon if you’re religious feel free to interpret her that way) so she has tons of crosses and angels on her walls. But most of the time they’re upside down and she’s painted blood coming down the angels eyes.

She has a princess bed for sure. Her rich grandma raised her so she has a really nice expensive bed and it’s really the nicest thing in her bed room.

She has a lot of random art she’s commissioned from different artists on Etsy and pop culture(mostly horror movie) posters on her walls.

Knick knacks. All kinds. Tiny little cat figures she’s had since she was a kid. Her doll collection. Taxidermy. She collects knives so she has tons of cool knives lying around.

Definitely has some kind of ornate extra ass bong that she keeps clean but her ashtray is always overflowing.

Pretty, billowy curtains, but blackout curtains she can pull down underneath if she’s feeling like the natural light is too much.

The first time Rafe goes into weird!girl’s room he’s like “what the fuck” but the more he gets to know her the more he understands each and every little detail. He loves your room. It’s like a reflection of yourself and a glimpse into your mind. He loves the permanent overflowing laundry pile on the little vintage chair in the corner of your room. He loves the way your bed feels like a warm hug. As hesitant as he is to admit it he loves your little bunny companion.

Rafe loves everything about you, everything he learns about you is just another reason to adore you. He loves all your quirks. Your weird little room. Your pretty little outfits that always have some kind of dark twist on them. He just loves you. His perfect little weird girl.

[lustyargonianmaid]

@emahriel blew me away with this portrait of maeve moonsong, i literally cannot stop staring at it. she looks sooo ethereal aaahhhhhh! 2 weeks until bg3 💜😭

[seiwas]

SEL MY SEL …….. crawling over here for the ask game …………… you already know . who i’m going to ask for phdkdjdkdb IN MY DEFENSE I WILL NEVER GET OVER YOUR VERSION OF HIM !!!!!!!

….. sugu ….. with ’sun’ ……. maybe 👉👈

(🍵 <- a little matcha for your troubles … good luck with the writing exercises my loveee <33 i’m cheering you on!!!)

ARI 🥹🥹🥹🥹 hehe ofc i shall write sugu for u! writing him is always so fun 🥹 thank you for the prompt, and for the matcha!! i will be sipping it as i write this 🥹 it is not a trouble at alllll!! esp if it's for youuuuu 🫶

contains: beautiful, gorgeous, sexy neighbor suguru, mood can be a bit unsettling... honestly a little stockholm syndrome-y (does this count as dark? idk 😭), skewed concept of reality and time

suguru + sun

you move into a new neighborhood on your 24th birthday.

it's a quaint house, fully furnished with wooden panels lining its contemporary build. you consider yourself lucky for finding a place this well-kept at the price point you offered. you're honestly surprised that suguru, your now landlord, accepted your application.

the area sits a few kilometers on the outskirts of the city, but it feels neither too quiet nor too busy; a perfect balance with an impressive view of the rising sun this early in the morning. that, and the people seem friendly, greeting you as they pass by. they even offer to help you haul things out of your car and into the house.

to the right of your house is one that holds the same design elements at yours, although a bit darker in its tones. it's sleek and modern, befitting of a bachelor.

"you must be the new tenant," a voice speaks from behind you, syrupy and smooth. you didn't even hear his footsteps.

when you turn around, you're met with a tall man who greets you with his arms held behind his back as he tilts his head low. there's a calmness that radiates off him, a sort of gentleness that signals he’s someone you can trust.

you nod, introducing yourself with your hand outstretched towards him.

"suguru," he replies as his fingers grab yours delicately. your eyes widen in surprise, recognizing the name, and he merely chuckles in return, a soft laugh that brings out kindness in his eyes.

"i should greet you properly," he lets go of your hand, placing it back behind him. "hello, new neighbor."

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over shared breakfasts by your porch and impromptu dinners over at his, you grow a liking to suguru. he's polite and thoughtful, often knocking at your door in the mornings to offer you a cup of tea to watch the sunrise.

"you'll only find sunrises like this here," he leans back on the wooden chair you set out as outdoor furniture. his head tilts towards you slightly, impossibly close as you notice the corner of his lips curl up into a small grin.

hues of pinks, purples, and orange blend to illuminate his face perfectly. the sun is beautiful in front you, peeking between clouds as it inches away from the horizon, but something about him is infinitely more magnetic. your stare is immediately drawn to his lips, smooth and supple, before it meets his gaze.

you don't know what's worse―wanting to lean in or be pulled by the look in his eyes.

he fixes things that break in your home, always somehow knowing just when to show up. at first, it was your windows, the one by the attic, too high and dangerous for you to climb; then, it was your kitchen sink, its pipes regurgitating the water going down the drain. he's begun to bring you your groceries too, often asking for a list of what you need when he makes trips out of town.

your days blur easily when you're with suguru, and time passes almost fleetingly as you find your hours filled with soft laughs and touches so delicate you sometimes wonder whether they're real.

it should be noted, you think, how much time has passed since you first met him―an anniversary of some sort.

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you learn that he owns both houses―his and the one you're currently renting. it once belonged to a friend who had to move for bigger, greater responsibilities elsewhere, he'd said.

"why did you decide on renting?" you ask him one night, over wine and candlelight.

your fingers fiddle with his as he sits you on his lap, this thing between you growing more intimate lately. he rubs his thumb along your thigh, resting his chin by your shoulder.

"you could have sold it or something."

he presses his lips gently on your collarbone.

"i could've," his fingers trail up to your waist, crossing your chest before landing on your chin, cupping it lightly to face him. your heart is hammering in your chest, senses on fire as his nose kisses yours. you think you can count every mole that dots his face beautiful. then, he inches closer, lips grazing yours as he whispers, "but i was waiting for you."

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you mark each day at sunrise.

your digital clocks and calendars stopped working after some time, but you don't mind. suguru always tells you what date it is when you ask.

this morning, you wake up in his bed, and the sun is still as breathtaking as you remember it, the same pink, purple, and orange hues streaming through his window. when you look closely, the clouds―

"good morning," he brings you tea in bed, his hair topped off with a bun, a half-up-half-down.

your stomach fills itself with something warm and fuzzy as you smile at him, "morning."

"slept well?" his hand reaches for your waist under the duvet, and you giggle, ticklish.

"very," you crane your neck to land a soft kiss on his lips. "what date is it today?"

"october 28," he supplies.

your eyebrows shoot up as you realize, "i have to bring my car to the mechanic."

it's been 6 months now since your last check, right before you moved, and though you barely use your car anyway, it's best to be safe.

you quickly move to get up but suguru's hand keeps you in place, firmly pressed on your waist.

"i'll do it," he says with a smile on his face, "you rest here."

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you barely see your other neighbors except for the girl who smokes a pack of cigarettes a day and the twins down the street.

when you ask suguru about it, he dismisses the question quickly, saying, "must have moved," as he urges you to take another sip of your tea.

you dream of them that night, on bare streets; it wakes you in a cold sweat, the image of your neighborhood reduced to just your house and suguru's.

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this is the 200th sunrise since you started counting, which means this is the 200th day since you and suguru officially got together. kind of.

your gift for him is a painting of the sunrise, because it reminds you of him; and because it's become your favorite thing to look forward to, too.

the pinks and purples blend together beautifully as it contrasts with the orange hues, and the sun continues to peak above the horizon as it settles between clouds.

suguru kisses you when you give it to him, the taste of tea right on his tongue.

he frames it on his bedside, and when you wake in his room the next morning, it greets you along with the back of his head, fast asleep.

your eyes flit to the view outside his window, the same pinks, purples, and orange hues. you tilt your head curiously, brows furrowing. the sun stays at the same spot above the horizon, and when you look at the painting again, the clouds hold the same position and shape.

a chill washes over you, your hearbeat pounding.

.

"what date is it today?" you ask suguru as you wash the potatoes in the sink.

another bag of groceries from suguru. now that you think about it, you don't think you've ever gone to the grocery store since moving.

"is it important?" he responds, slightly snappy. you've begun to notice that he hates it when you ask lately.

you eye him from the side.

"i was thinking of preparing a menu of what we'll eat during the holidays, if it's near."

the furrow on his brows smooths out as you give your answer, and so he says, "december 5."

and you know something is wrong, because that can't be it. it doesn't make sense with the sunrises you've counted.

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you dream again, more and more as the days go by―dirt roads and your house and suguru's, run-down and empty. more things start breaking in your apartment, and suguru always knows when they need to be fixed.

there's a deep, twisting feeling in your stomach that intensifies, festering under your skin; it worsens in the mornings, when you sit with suguru at your porch and you think you see a crack in the sunrise.

.

sunrise valley the place where the sun never sets! ─── beautiful, bright, and destined for people who live just like you! find your new home here.

[DISCONTINUED] — FOR DEMOLITION ON DECEMBER 7. under investigation for suspicious spiritual activity and missing persons.

[srasdoesthings]

＊✿❀Day 6: Fantasy AU❀✿＊

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Rei and Eichi being in false dichotomies rattles in my head so so mach. Might be the wrong term but I just legit blank out whenever I see them sfjds. So for this AU and piece, I based it on Slay the Princess!! The whole change and stasis, how two seemingly opposing concepts are in essence bound together for all eternity, large ethereal beings embodying the make up of reality dancing around each other and mad in love-

Anyways :33 another blurb thingy under the cut! I find deities and myths in videogames very interesting so might as well spit it all into something for the girls🔥🔥🔥 This was beta-ed and heavily proofread by another fello femstars discord member: Cordelia!! (@kanameows) Big big thanks to her, he's really helped me straighten this out and fix up the wording to make it sound less modern nsdkjff

Sorry for rambling dhsnfkmas enjoy the short read^^

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From the beginning of time, two great entities watched over the earth. The Greatest of the greats, the highest of the high. They were gods, deities. They ruled over concepts, embodies them. Eichi and Rei.

Despite all the worship, reverence, and adoration of the people, though, no one truly knew what dominion these gods ruled over. Years, centuries, and milleniums of myths and legends passed down from generation to generation, tainted by the interpretations of those spreading their story. Small details mutate and are discarded over time.

These different spins on their myths go as follows:

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Eichi was the God of Good and Rei was the Demon to be defeated. Eichi was born of light and she drove away the darkness that followed Rei like a shroud.

Eichi brought wonderful things such as the spring and summer, warm and bright; cheery.

Rei is followed by Autumn and Winter, windy and cold --biting at the senses, numbing everything.

.・゜-: ✧ :-

Eichi was the God of Life. All living things are her subjects, each and every one blessed by her power.

Rei was the God of Death, who brings rest to the weary, comfort to the tormented, and punishment to the sinners.

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Eichi was a God who strived to keep the world perfect. A tyrant creator who destroys all that mar her perfect vision.

Rei was a kind god that accepted the strange and unwanted into her arms, soothing their broken souls.

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Eichi was an evil god. An evil god surrounded by wonderful things. An evil god who makes sure she's surrounded by wonderful things. She creates new flowers to hide those that wither in her hands; brought forth life to erase the dying.

Rei was a pitiful god framed by her as evil. She mourned, cried for those she has hurt; unable to protect, only able to take them under her large black wings, singing melodies of solace.

.・゜-: ✧ :-

At least, those were what the myths say...

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But myths are products of human culture, unable to comprehend those above them. In truth:

Eichi is the God of Change; of growth and decay; of revolution and corruption. She is the passing of seasons. She is improvement and she is the loss of progress. All encompassing and always there.

Rei is the God of Stasis. The moment, an ending, and the time spend lingering in it. She is of long nights with loved ones where time holds no meaning and she is minutes stretched to hours in agony. All encompassing and always there.

There is no winner or loser, no right or wrong, and know good or bad. They are merely forces of nature, the absolute truth of the world, and the gears that turn reality. They are simply change and stasis. Simply Eichi and Rei.

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[hannie-dul-set]

anyway i opened my gdocs and remembered that i birthed another untitled document last week.

[littleplantfreak]

Assigned Hybrids (according to me!)

Anon said I should assigned my moots as hybrids so I had the people interested like that post

In no particular order!

@oceaneyesinla Rox is…not a fox despite my tag for them. I’m thinking a mouse hybrid. You’re cute and I do think you would squeak.

@nyxypoo nyx is a bunny. Idk I don’t make the rules well i made the post but and I can see u doing the bunny stomping thing especially when Endo’s on the brain irritating you. Reaching for your tail secretly….

@birinboom a lamb if only so we can frolic together and you’re a bit of a troublemaker despite your cute looks. Otherwise you are a pampered kitty like Duchess from the aristocats.

@o-sachi Sachi my beloved you’re a lion hybrid I think. Or another big cat, but lion was the first to come to mind. Please let me pat your head regardless.

@ironlotus13 Emi! You give me deer vibes. Not fawn but like full on deer. Looks delicate, but certainly isn't when it comes down to it. I could imagine you still have the spots though cause they’re cute. Gives you little antlers cause theyre also v cute aesthetically

@voidcat You’re a cat hybrid. You constantly knock things closer and closer to the edge of the table. Maybe that’s why you like Gen. Cat vs cat but you keep dragging him by the neck scruff with your teeth. 10/10 would still try to pinch your cheeks despite the obvious dangers

@vinomino Mino you’re a bird hybrid I have decided. You remind me of my dad’s parrot he had when I was younger. Sometimes I have the urge to put a blanket over you when you’re up super late like they do with birds.

@hayatoseyepatch Sam you’re always kinda elegant but playful to me and I dont know if it’s Suo’s fault but I get fox hybrid vibes. Otherwise you’d be a swan, but fox was my first pick!

@maruflix you’re a puppy hybrid like me i think Maru! You’re affectionate in a puppy way and very lovable as well. Definitely one that has one of those tails that smack someone’s leg and they go “holy shit” because its like a whip

[pinkkittysaw]

I DON’T SMOKE

pairing: adam stanheight x gn! reader

content: angst, grief & smoking | sfw but minors & ageless blogs DNI

a/n: inspired by the song “i don’t smoke” by mitski. i also threw in a part of adam’s tape in the mix cause i thought it fit pretty well

dividers by @/cafekitsune

“i don’t smoke except for when i’m missing you. to remember your mouth, how it tasted true”

You never used to smoke. To be honest, you hated everything about it. The taste, the way it suffocated your lungs, and its lingering scent on your clothes.

You always bugged Adam about quitting, huffing whenever he’d pull out a cigarette. “The stench is too much to bear,” you’d say as you covered the lower half of your face with your hand, trying your best not to let the smoke permeate. “It’s not that bad,” he’d always reply, smirking.

He’d always be sure to kiss you either during or after smoking one, enjoying the pouty face you’d make after tasting the smoke lingering in his mouth.

You never used to smoke. Until he disappeared one night seeming to vanish into thin air, the police doing little to fuck all in trying to find him. He’s just “Another nobody that the government doesn’t have to care about anymore,” as one of them so eloquently worded in an overheard conversation.

As days turned into weeks, then months, it began to feel as if he never existed. A distant memory lost to time.

In a fit of grief one sleepless night, you reach for the opened pack of cigarettes he left behind. The shittiest brand, of course; it's not like he could afford anything better.  

Putting one to your lips, you light it on the gas stove. As you inhale, you’re thrown into a coughing fit. The smoke burns your lungs, and the stale nicotine is repulsive on your tongue, but you endure it; cause for a moment, it’s like he’s there with you again. His lips on yours, breathing you in. 

His clothes stopped smelling like him after a while, and pictures can only do so much to ease the ache. This is the only real connection you have left with him. The same poison filling your lungs.

“now, i see you as a strange mix of someone angry and yet apathetic. but mostly just pathetic.”

He wasn’t perfect, by any means. Some days, it felt like you bickered more than anything else, but what you wouldn’t give to be able to argue one more time.

“if you need to be mean be mean to me i can take it and put it inside of me”

“if your hands need to break more than trinkets in your room you can lean on my arm as you break my heart”

“just don’t leave me alone wondering where you are”

What you wouldn’t give to walk out on your shared balcony and see him sitting there, cigarette in hand, with a melancholy look on his face, not yet ready to muster up an apology. You’d sit beside him in silence, laying your head on his shoulder as he’d wordlessly interlock his fingers with yours, blowing the smoke into the night sky as the city bustled below.

The only thing that greets you now is the open air and the eerie silence. You plop down in your old spot on the balcony, lighting up a cigarette, staring blankly into the night sky.

[emily-mooon]

Jancy soulmate au where you hear the music your soulmates listening to and Jonathan’s pretentious ass is annoyed at his soulmate for listening to pop music all the time and Nancy is annoyed over how sad and weird her soulmates music taste is

[fastboatsmojito]

Billy Butcher I am going to get u pregnant

[idyllcy]

frog - jinshi x reader (Spoiler Warning for Chapter 63 of the manga)

"hng." Jinshi whimpers, face flushed as you freeze.

It's a frog. You fucking swear it's a frog. You didn't just accidentally grab and squeeze Jinshi, a fucking eunuch's, dick. You did not. You are hallucinating. That was the frog that jumped on you and knocked you off balance— nOT Jinshi's dick or whatever. He shouldn't even have one!

"Sorry." You sit up, legs still straddling Jinshi as you get off of his chest. "I saw a frog and fell."

Jinshi sits up with you, face flushed in embarrassment as you pray you can play stupid out of this one. It was hard enough that he literally witnessed you hurl a rock at the assassin with eerie precision, but you would rather die than have to die with Jinshi because you found out he wasn't a eunuch.

Every day your loyalty is tested when around this man.

"That makes this way easier." Jinshi sighs, grabbing you by the shoulder as you tense up to lean back from him. "I have a confession to make. I—"

"I think I killed the frog." You mumble, face pale. You're acting. You have to. You are not following Jinshi to the grave and cleaning up the aftermath of his ass getting someone pregnant.

"No, listen, that wasn't—"

"Oh my god, I'm not gonna make it to heaven." You mumble again, staring at your hand before wiping it on your chest. "Master Jinshi, I'm going to hell."

"No, that wasn't—"

"I'm going to hell because I crushed a frog..." You mumble.

Jinshi gets fed up with your acting, pushing you backward into the dirt as he cages you in, lifting your leg as he presses his clothed erection into you. You yelp, trying to crawl away, but he holds you in place, eyes staring through yours to your soul as you shake underneath him. Playing stupid didn't work this time.

"That was not a frog," and he rolls his hips against yours for emphasis, watching as you mentally restrain yourself from moaning. God, since when were you this lewd?! "Stop playing stupid, pretty one. You gave it a good squeeze too."

You freeze up as he lowers himself ever so slowly, and you blurt your thoughts out before you can think of what the best choice is at the moment.

"I am not having my first kiss on the dirt in a cave!" You cry, praying that it's enough. Seriously, you aren't following Jinshi to the grave. He may be hot, and women may throw themselves at him and men turn gay for him and nations go to war for him but you are not following him to the grave. Your loyalty does not lay that strong. You don't want to die just yet.

Jinshi leans in anyway, lips brushing yours as a bark sounds above you as you call back, and you sigh in relief when you hear Maomao's voice.

You're saved. Oh heavens, you're saved.

[nyquilfishtank]

commence the recreational essay writing

[quietlyblooms]

i swear once i get through this week, i'll be more active writing-wise! it's just been stressful bc of some ooc things, like both my best friend's kid and my mom having their birthdays this weekend :' ) i'm just running low on battery as a result, so i appreciate y'all's patience with me!!

[tvrningout]

if she's making this face, what has your muse done??

[headfullofpresley]

anyways, on a happier note!

i haven't written in a bit because i'm so slow and everyone knows it aaaaah. but i'm not sure if i wanna continue with the curious female even though i have story plots ready and everything, but it's like super heavy (and also i'm so damn busy with work, rip).

but i also got some fun headcanons in mind and perhaps a few blurbs here and there. anyways, i need y'alls opinions ❤.