#hope this was ok Nonnie!!

[randomingoftherandomness]

Im thinking this hc ✨

Zyc being flirted with zyz so he fools himself that its just banter, holding his breath, thinking that its not really romantically motivated(!!!)

until both cant hold it back (zyz w his flirting n seducing, zyc with soft blush n caring nature) and so they kiss

(or made out or more)

Then wx found em both in the position and just… smiled that they finally happens

Btw enjoyed ur writing sm sm sm sm, so glad i watched FoF at the same time w one of my fav writer✨

He's trying not to read into it, but Heavens above it is as if Zhao Yuanzhou has made it his personal mission to make it anything but what it probably was -- banter, the kind of joking around you do with your team members, friendly exchanges, or something of that sort. Anything, at this point anything would be better than what it could be.

Because at this point, it would be easy to fall for the great demon's charms.

Simple, in fact, to just throw common sense to the wind and give in to the way Zhao Yuanzhou lingers a beat too long when their hands touch or when their gazes meet over the dinner table. It would be child's play to call him to his private rooms, share a pot of wine under the moon, and ask him outright what he meant when he said this or that.

And if giving in meant he doesn't have to sleep in a too big bed alone? Would that be so bad?

Xiao Zhuo reels those thoughts back with decisive viciousness and buries them six feet deep. There's no reason for him to indulge his heart like this. Not even if logically he can read between the lines when Wen Xiao gently cautions him to be careful with his affections and Ying Lei breezily tells him that his eyes are the most transparent things he has ever seen.

No. Easier to believe that Zhao Yuanzhou means nothing more than friendly banter than to risk getting it all wrong.

Xiao Zhuo would happily live a long forever just basking in the warmth of the demon's gaze. Would have been content with the unspoken thing between them always hanging in the air above, never resolved but never unspooled.

Would have, had it not happened.

Zhao Yuanzhou sits on the soft grass, robes splayed out. Serene, leaning against the tree trunk, looks like a handsome, rich master taking a rest in the middle of his day. Xiao Zhuo allows himself to admire him, committing the way the sunlight dapples over his eyes, the way the breeze undoes his hair at the temple.

In a way, Xiao Zhuo could fill entire libraries with what his heart wants to say about the demon. All the poetry in the world fails to even measure up to a single drop in the bucket of all the things he feels in his heart about Zhao Yuanzhou.

"Are you here to scold me or are you here to invite me for a drink?"

The great demon's voice is soft in the quiet, but it rings in Xiao Zhuo's ear, sending a flurry of butterflies flying in his belly. Looking over at him again, the demon is blinking slowly at him, lips a soft curl of amusement.

"If you're here for the former, come closer. If you're here about the latter, well." Zhao Yuanzhou lifts his bottle, shaking it. "I hope you brought your own."

Xiao Zhuo feels his feet move his body before he even registers to do it. "I..." He starts, then falters. In his searching for the right words to string together, a hand comes to rest over his own. Gentle touch sliding over his wrist, tugging him down to where the great demon is three parts amused, three parts fond.

"Here." Xiao Zhuo hands over the jade pendant he kept in his lapels. "For your replenishment."

"Ah, our Xiao Zhuo-daren cares for me that much." Zhao Yuanzhou laughs gaily. "If I were a lady, I would have taken this as a love token."

Impossibly, Xiao Zhuo's heart skips a beat at that. Looking down at the fine jade that he had chosen with great deliberation from his family's collection in Zhao Yuanzhou's elegant palm, he swallows tightly. "What if I wanted you to? Take it as a love token, I mean."

A stunned silence falls through the hush of the courtyard and Xiao Zhuo immediately regrets saying anything. Making to pull away, he quickly thinks up an excuse, not daring to meet the demon's gaze. He has a palm's width of space between them, when Zhao Yuanzhou tugs him back.

"What if I accept?"

Xiao Zhuo's mind blanks out. Head snapping up, he makes contact with Zhao Yuanzhou's eyes. Despite everything, hope springs in his chest.

"What if I accept your love token? This one and every single one that comes after?" Zhao Yuanzhou asks. His voice pitched low and gentle as if trying to get him to understand something he's still not quite getting.

"Do you... Do you know what it would mean?"

"I do." Zhao Yuanzhou answers. Smiling, the demon's eyes searches his face. "Do you?"

Xiao Zhuo turns his sight on their hands. A surge of affection burns through him like a sudden summer storm. Bringing Zhao Yuanzhou's palm to his lips, he kisses his lifeline and turns it over to kiss over his knuckles. With a shaky exhale, he nods. "I do."

The demon's smile falters at that. "Everything in me tells me I shouldn't reciprocate. That I should protect you from the pain of what's coming next." Zhao Yuanzhou murmurs, almost sadly "I feel like I've dragged you into my pain."

Xiao Zhuo cradles him by the cheek, bringing their brows together. Licking his lips, he summons his bravery and tilts his head for the softest brush of their mouths. "I got here just fine on my own." He whispers into the seam of the demon's little smile. "But I appreciate the company."

The bark of laughter they share is swallowed up in the kisses they trade between breathing in each other. Vaguely, Xiao Zhuo is aware of the presence of another at the edge of the courtyard and a surprised little, "Oh my!"

Distantly, he thinks someone else says, "Took them long enough." But contentment in how he has his demon in his arms, the feel and the weight of his body being held so securely against Xiao Zhuo's, makes him heavy-hearted to pull away.

And so, he doesn't. Happy enough to drown under the thicket of kisses he shares with the one who makes his heart beat.

[hungharrington]

i’m almost 22 and have never even kissed a boy (which i’m chronically insecure about). it’s made me feel very nervous regarding intimacy or “doing it wrong”. i feel like steve would be great coach and reassure the reader it’s okay and that they’re doing great. nothing to embarrassed about. (my soul needs this so bad)

hi honey !! i think you r so right & steve would be the perfect guy to give all the assurances <3 i hope u know that kisses don’t matter too much til they’re with someone you’re rlly sweet on so i wouldn’t sweat it angel x this one is sfw! wowzer!

You’re on your couch and in Steve’s lap and worried about just about everything. 

Steve’s being sweet about it, his hands resting gently on either side of your waist, his thumbs swiping up and down to comfort you. He’s watching you closely, unaware he’s just taken your first, second, and third ever kisses. How could he know? you think, on the side of insecurity— it seems everybody else your age has already kissed someone. 

“You okay?” He asks, hazel eyes tracing over the soft features of your face. He loves your nose and the shape of your bottom lip— strange things to like perhaps, but Steve doesn’t care. 

You nod but don’t say anything. The motion is a bit jerky. Your hands are planted on his shoulders, holding them probably a bit too tight. Exhaling a breath, you nod again and pretend the fondness in his gaze isn’t making you shy.

“Yeah,” you finally speak, voice smaller than you intend. “Just- just wanna like—“ you swallow, eyes darting to the ceiling for a moment, if only to avoid his intense eyes. “I wanna get this right.” 

A car engine drones by outside in the dusky evening. Steve gives a little chuckle and his hands on your waist tug forward, pulling your attention down and your body an inch closer to his. It’s warm— every part of him is glowing warm. 

“I don’t think there’s any way you can get this wrong,” He admits, awfully sincere about it. 

It’s the truth. Steve likes you a lot. You could probably bite his lip too hard and make it bleed and he’d still find it pleasant. You have that effect on him. 

You don’t know that though. So, every stress seems very, very real. Are you kissing firm enough? Too firm? God, are your lips too dry? 

Your tongue flicks out to wet them, your hands giving his shoulders a nervous, minuscule squeeze. In your chest, your heart is torn between rabbiting in its anxiety or shrivelling in insecurity. 

“I mean,” you laugh a little, if only to cover your embarrassment. You duck your head to avoid his face, murmuring, “If there is, I’m sure I’ll find it. I haven’t, uh, exactly done this… too much.”

“That’s fine,” Steve says instantly. His warm, large hands give a tender squish on your waist, before sliding up and around to curl snugly around your body. He sits up a little straighter, his nose nudging against yours. 

“No, Steve,” you say, cheeks a touch heated. You count his eyelashes so you can avoid his eyes, you voice dropping volume towards the end of your sentence. “I mean, like… like ever.” 

Surprise flashes in his eyes for only a moment. His gaze darts down to your lips quickly but then he’s smiling, nudging closer, and stealing a quick kiss off your lips. Now he’s taken your fourth kiss too. 

You flush, something warm pinging its way up your spine. 

“That’s okay,” He murmurs, sounding like he really means it. 

“It is?” 

“It’s great. You’re great.” He kisses you again—your fifth— so sweet it tastes like sugar on your lips, his arms around you pulling you in closer. You drown in it, enamoured by how it feels to have his lips against yours. God, he makes you dizzy. 

Steve breaks the kiss but stays close, his arms pulling you closer still so you’re straddling him properly. He’s warm, so warm— and so freakin’ nice to you. 

“You don’t find it weird?” You can’t help but whisper. Your eyes crush closed, unable to face him. 

“Weird?” Steve echoes. “Are you kidding me? It’ll take more than that to freak me out.” 

One of his hands shifts up, moving up off your waist to cradle your jaw gently in his large palm. He peppers a string of kisses along your cheek and jaw, beginning to suck a sweet spot beneath your ear. Your hips shift before you realising, subtly grinding down into his. Flames begin to burn in your stomach. 

“It’s—I mean it’s kind of, like, a little embarrassing, don’t you think?” You continue, voice a little breathier than before. You’re not sure what you’re trying to convince of him of— you certainly don’t want him to stop. 

Steve’s lips brush over the barely forming bruise on your skin and your breath hitches. 

“Are you feeling embarrassed?” 

One slow kiss against your neck, his plush lips accompanied by the heat of his tongue. You squirm in his lap but don’t answer, fearful of being too truthful. You are and you aren’t. He isn’t making you embarrassed but you are, just a little. 

Your silence makes Steve pause, digging his face out of your neck to meet your eyes. “Hey. You shouldn’t be embarrassed- if you are for some other reason, we can— we can like stop—“ 

“No.” You cut in, God, now you’re seriously giving him the wrong idea. “No, oh my god, I sound so stupid- it’s not you— Steve—“ 

He cuts you off with another kiss, your sixth, and steals your runaway thoughts. It blissfully chases away your nerves for just a moment. 

“Great.” He smiles against your mouth, giving another squeeze of your waist. “Cos you don’t need to be.” He kisses your mouth again, seven. “All you need to be is enjoying yourself, okay? 

You like the sound of that— adore the way he’s so seamlessly finds the thing that sets your nerves alight and soothes it so easily. You whisper back, “Okay,” and gift him your eighth kiss, sweet and fierce. 

[tojisun]

i love your blog, feels so chill like every time i visit here it feels like hanging out and listening to you talk about whatever, reading your post and i'm like ''noooo fucking wayy'' ''oh tea'', ''that bitch did what???'' ''that's cool''. never stop being yourself . PEACE

this means so so much to me esp w how fluctuating my writing has been. that u continue to tune in even if im just screaming and often losing my mind at work? thank you so much for hearing me out and for hanging out w me 🥹🫶🏼

ik you said you love my blog n not me per se but i love you!!! MWAH thank you thank you

[teddybeartoji]

ur handle made me think of this but do u think toji likes being called ur lil tojibear

TOJIBEAR!!!!!!!! OOOOHHH MY FUCKINGG GOD STOP THIS MADNESS I AM SLEEPY AND SAPPY I CANNOT DO THIS HE WOULD 10000% ROLL HIS EYES AND SCOFF AND HUFF AND PUFF HIS CHEST HE'D TEASE YOU AND TELL YOU TO STOP BUT INSIDE. HE LOVES IT. HE LOVES IT WHEN YOU CALL HIM ALL THESE SILLY CUTE NAMES BC NOBODY ELSE EVER DOES IT IT'S WEIRD AT FIRST BUT THEN HIS HEART BEATS A LITTLE FASTER AND HIS CHEEKS GROW A LITTLE WARMER BC IT'S LOVE YOU DO IT OUT OF LOVE HE'S YOUR LITTLE TOJIBEAR YOU BESTOW THESE NICKNAMES UPON HIM AND HE WEARS THEM WITH PRIDE BECAUSE IT'S YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!

[heronchildlove]

can I request a sort of canon-compliant abandoning-of-all-hope Matthew who would rather never become involved sexually/romantically with someone again if he can't be with James? Maybe a little older, and a little wiser, lamenting his missed chance?

Nonnie, nonnie come here, your MIND nonnie, ahhhh this was such a good prompt, I love making Matthew suffer 😈 (he is my fave, can you all tell?). Hope you like it!

~~**~~

The doors of the Ruelle welcomed him like an old friend, as they always did. He might not drink anymore, haven't done so in years, but that wasn't the only vice the Ruelle offered.

In many ways, this had been his first vice. A devil-like grin, a smooth voice, a hand offering his first drink, a hot mouth offering his first kiss, his first everything. Not a member of the orchestra then, just an assistant, but already just as arrogant. Matthew still envied, sometimes, his easy self-confidence. His own was still a work in progress.

A glance showed him the stage was empty and an antsy unease settled over him. If he wasn't there, he would have to take his chances on someone in the crowd, and he had learned early what a Russian roulette that was.

His thoughts were cut short by a hand encircling his waist and a sharp kiss to the back of his neck. A smooth voice taunted next to his ear:

"Miss me already, Fairchild?"

He didn't. Not really. He missed, as he always did, a certain other brunette, with hair the colour of night and eyes the colour of gold. His other half that had always known him better than himself, even when Matthew tried to push him away. An other half that had been happily married in his house on Curzon street for years, that left an ever-present hole on his heart and soul. A chasm in the shape of James Herondale.

Matthew had been trying for years to fill that hole with another shape, even the one of James' own wife, but it was useless. After the excitement died down, after a few weeks or days or hours, the hole came back even more powerful than before.

Eventually, he had stopped seeking any others but one. Even in his roughly acquired sober clarity, he didn't like dwelling too much on why this was. Maybe it was their history. Kellington had been his first: kiss, lover, disappointment, heartbreak, vice. He didn't know exactly how not to seek him out, how not to come when he called. Maybe he would always be bad at resisting things that would kill him, and in the absence of alcohol he had clung to Kellington all the more.

But now even that was failing him. The past few times hadn't brought him the usual relief of forgetting, the usual bandage over the hole. He didn't want to think too much about it, even now he still hated to be left alone with his thoughts, didn't like dwelling on anything for too long. Melancholy didn't suit him, but sometimes it was all he had left.

He didn't want to think about why recently Kellington's voice made him shiver with disgust instead of excitement, why his arm around his waist made him want to crawl out of his skin instead of pulling him close. So instead he just smiled.

"Parts of you, I would say. The best ones."

"All my parts are the best parts."

"Hmm, but some have better parts than yours."

Matthew found his world spinning, his back hitting the wall, Kellington's arms caging him on both sides.

"Oh yeah? Whose?"

He used to love this: the jealousy, the possessiveness. Even after they had broken up, Kellington still treated him as his, and he used to love feeling like at least someone in this world wanted him, claimed him, unlike a certain other someone.

Now it just made him want to scream.

He got reminded, suddenly, of another time when Kellington's arm was over him on the wall. It was one of the only times he had ever told him no, and over the only reason why: James. It was the night of his bachelor party, he had come to drop Cordelia off, and Kellington had tried to take him to one of their usual back rooms, but James was waiting and that was the most important thing. Kellington had been furious then, which used to eat at Matthew like rot on iron. He didn't think he would mind if Kellington got angry at him now.

"I met a mermaid with hair made of gold, I apologise but not even your silky locks can compete with that."

Kellington looked taken aback for a moment and then laughed.

"Glad to see you still know your place, Fairchild."

His place, right beneath Kellington's boot. He had always been allowed to float around and sleep with whomever he wanted, as long as he always came back. Even the thing with Cordelia - another childish, desperate attempt to rid him of his true feelings - had cost him nothing more than a few weeks of taunting. After all, he had come back defeated in the end anyway, as he always did.

"How could I ever forget?" Matthew taunted back, and pulled Kellington close by his lapels, ending all chance of talking with a kiss. But even this, once again, didn't bring him glorious relief, it only felt wrong and disappointing.

Even without wanting to, he was reminded of the scene a couple of weeks ago, of James kissing Cordelia passionately, like she was his whole world and sun. Because she was. She had just announced to him, to them - because he was so important to them she wanted him there, too - that she was pregnant, and Matthew had to smile as the last nail was pushed down on his coffin.

Ever since then, this disgust with Kellington had started - the poisoning of his last hope -, but he was refusing to think about it, as he did with many many things. If he started thinking too deeply about these things, the craving for a drink started burning inside of him, so he didn't think, and pulled Kellington harder against him instead.

Kellington walked him backwards, blindly, down the hallway - but Matthew didn't need to look, they had crossed this same path so many times it was engraved on his body -, until they reached the door to one of the many private rooms in the Ruelle, and Matthew let himself fall as Kellington pushed him down on his favourite couch. It was a deep green, and he always said the colour suited Matthew.

Matthew had had two coats made of this same colour to wear to the Ruelle, but now he felt the insane urge to cut them to shreds, and the couch, too.

Kellington's hands on him that usually excited him on the first touch now felt like spiders crawling on his skin. These were not the hands he wanted, had never been, and now he seemed unable to ignore it anymore.

Through all the years, there was only one pair of hands, one touch of lips, one voice in his ear that he had ever wanted: James's.

He had been in love with James for so long he didn't know how to separate it from who he fundamentally was anymore. As long as James Herondale existed, Matthew Fairchild loved him, it was one of the cornerstones of his existence. Even if either of them ceased to exist, the particles that made up who Matthew was would love him until the end of the universe, and most likely even after that.

He was so tired of pretending he didn't, but what did that matter? He would have to pretend and keep pretending for the rest of his life, this was a truth he would never be able to admit except from in the darkest most hidden corners of his soul, and often not even then.

He was so tired of kissing strangers and pretending they were him, he was so tired of kissing Kellington to forget even for a moment he was not the one he wanted to be kissing. He was so tired of it all.

So he did something he had never wanted before: he pushed Kellington away.

The other growled. "What?"

"I... I..." Matthew's head was spinning. It was his own fault he was stuck in this never-ending nightmare, so maybe he didn't deserve to break free of it. If he had had the courage to tell James how he really felt instead of asking him to be his parabatai, if he had been more present, if he had been able to break him free from Grace's curse before Cordelia ever came along, if he, if he-

But he hadn't. And now all hope was lost forever. James and Cordelia would have a child, they were the happiest they had ever been in their lives, and Matthew would be more and more cast aside to nothing near them, always looking from outside into their happiness, never again part of what truly meant more to James. Cut off from even the crumbs he had had before.

A sob broke free from his throat and he pushed Kellington away fully, getting up from the couch and running away from the room, ignoring the other's callings and threats behind him. He ran through the streets until he didn't know where he was anymore and threw himself down on a patch of grass on a small square near him, arm over his eyes shielding him from the prying stars. He had left his coat behind and his clothes were in disarray, barely protecting him from the chilly air, but he didn't care.

He had to admit, once and for all, there was truly only one person for him. From the start, his only vice had always been and would always be only James, the only vice he would never be able to indulge in. And if he couldn't have him, what did it matter everyone and everything else?

He would always be stuck exactly in this same place. An insect frozen forever in the eternal amber of James' eyes. But there really was no other place where he would rather be, so he might as well just give up once and for all.

He would be just like Oscar, forever begging for scraps at the table of James' love, and perhaps - just as sometimes he took pity on Oscar and gave him some food from his plate - James would sometimes take pity on him, too.

That would have to be enough.

[homosociallyyours]

saw your instacart thing, what does that even cost for a year? maybe someone would just cover it for you

HI NONNY, i am so late in answering this because I took a wee Tumblr break thanks to getting my covid booster. It really threw me for a loop 😅 hopefully I'm on the mend now, and will be back to just my normal levels of fatigue instead of what I've been at the past few days.

My instacart membership ends this week and it's $99 to renew it. Since I'm unable to go to the store, it's essential that I get groceries delivered, and not having to add in a fee each time (in addition to other savings) REALLY makes a difference for what I'm able to get.

Idk if it's possible for one person to cover it, but I'm dropping my venmo and paypal below if anyone wants to kick in to help me cover the cost!!

Venmo: Megan-Beene

Paypal: homosocial

Thank you to anyone who feels like they can help out!!

[identityarchitect]

Hey. Huge props for responding to that anon who appears to be getting blackmailed by someone in the rw fandom Rotinshit was an unknown user responsible for successfully making a large portion of the community believe fake screenshots. It is more or less confirmed by this point that the actual rotinshit isn't doing anything right now, the "rotinshit" anon refers to is probably only a pretender

Recently, there's been another unknown user exhibiting some very concerning behavior in peoples' dms. That person is probably the pretend rotinshit blackmailing anon.

gotcha gotcha. ty 👍

[cameragore]

What is rotting rabbits…

hello nonnie ...ERM!!!!! I'm assuming yr someone who I reblogged with my blorbos sso I apologize for the autism I'm about 2 spew at you. and I hope that this iss something u think is cool ❤️.... Ok. so first u need to know everymanhybrid which is a cool slenderverse series and I think if you like horror or general cool films go watch emh explained by night mind. Ok.

rotting rabbits - the pairing name for EVERY omen & habit pairing, IT IS ALSO the singular name for rr!omen and rr!habit also known as the canon emh roleplay. omen is my self insert oc for emh because I'm a system and my bff is a habit fixtive and so I do what I do w everything I like (roleeplay w it)...... every rotting rabbits is habit and omen HOWEVER. rr!omen and rr!habit aren't anything else, it's a square is a rectangle but not every rectangle is a square. habit in every rp has rabbit motifs and omen has dog ones . This is also the reason for most of the pairing names .... rotting rabbits is also our big special interest currently. everyy rotting rabbits in every form is some sort of yuri... Btw

THERE'S ACTUALLY!!! multiple omens annd mutliple habits and their own aus, all of these r roleplays and if u look at my pinned most of my posts r tagged in some way. ( 📷 - rotting rabbits / emh au omen . 🔦 - haunted hares / ghost hunter au . 📹 - cursed canines / swap au !! hollowed hybrids omen still doesn't have a erm emoji but that's. Pretty ok)

haunted hares - the ghost hunter + ghost au!!! omen is a famous ghost hunter who takes fame and ego in return for feeding habit who is a whole ass house people!!!! yep!!!! habit is literally aa house that's starved for human flesh and hes managed to live on through folktales of the house on the hill that he lives in / lives as . omen is a ghost hunter that """gets rid of habit""" and is made. Extremelyyyy famous for it ,,, this ends really dependent but they're buddy buddy . surprisingly the most normal feeling au of every one of these.

cursed canines - swap au it's. A dog based one bc omens taking the place of habit I felt extremely smart when thinking of this and honestly it is onee of my prouder moments. this is also our current system wide hyperfixtion lol ..... it was originally made out of spite because people were arguing about shipping habit being proship and I was annoyed with it so I made OMEEN worse than habit and me and my bff play with them like barbie dolls. omen kills people on stream, her and habit mutually stalk each other, omen actually kidnaps him.......... YEAHH. this is mentally ill and it's very awesome and it's what most of my posting has been recently

hollow hybrids - our animal HYRBID au!!!!! habit is a parasitic bug that crawls over and infects the hosts body + only goal is to create a hivemind, Evan and tehcinlally habit by default are a spider . Omen is a English lop, who is extremely paranoid and is forced to help habit after habit took over her house LOL!!! this is da newest one and so I don't got a lot to say with it, but I really like it.

erm.... For asking about it even if it wasn't in an "infodump pls" ask and more like "what da fuck are u saying" ask...... have some doodles of the guys.

in order... cursed canines omen, haunted hares one and two, and a hollow hybrids omen. my pfp has rotting rabbits omen.

tl;Dr ; rotting rabbits is my everymanhybrid self ship pairing with roleplays that I do with my best friend .

[6okuto]

hi nia, i hope u r doing good! i just wanted to drop by and lyk that to me u r The Keiji Expert, like u know him so well!!! and have such a good grasp on his character and everything i love it !!!!!!

pls drop any and all of ur thoughts for him, i live for them

GUH?! guys every time i write him i'm like wowww... this is kind of ass.. LOL it's the same thing w aki.. don't trust myself... agh. anyway. THANK U VERY MUCH!!! 🙆🏻‍♀️🙆🏻‍♀️ this + bkak + being nice silly and fun are all i need to be known for so i've basically succeeded in Tumblr atp. yeagh. AKAASHI!

when it comes to merch and decor,, he's more likely to focus on walls + figures.. he doesn't know where to put a bunch of plushies BSHSJDJS i don't think he'd get Big figures, except maybe a couple for his absolute favourites.. twas an investment. that shit is expensive. < girl who wanted this aki figure ☹️

^ picture of u on the wall that's always visible while he works. Always.

even if his background isn't a photo of you guys, he'd do photo widgets on his phone !! ^____^

i don't think he does anything with phone contacts... it's just their name and a lot of the time he doesn't put an icon or anything 😭 he'd add a heart emoji next to ur name and of course have a photo for u though!! 🥹

his bag has a dedicated sort of trash pocket that's just a mess a lot of the time BSHSJDJ he throws sticky notes, wrappers, etc. in there if there isn't a garbage can nearby 😭

Cosplayer Keiji 🤯🤯 GELLOOO my god. he could be hirotaka just by putting on a suit tbh. and then i'd explode obviously. but like... cosplayer keiji.... if anypony has ideas for who/what he could cosplay Pls let me know. HAAGHHHH

couple cosplays 😂🤣😂🤣😵 MY LEG. i just keeled over HOWL AND SOPHIE mmmgmynhgsieonHAJAOAN🤯🤯🤯

whatveer. idont even care

tucking him in 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ you do it as a joke but of course he goes with it and lets you wrap him up and take off his glasses and kiss his head and he's smiling the Entire Time ohlymgocxnomymekdjn

going with jokes. yeah. he just goes with your shit a lot of the time because he trusts you LOL. you try couple trends and pranks and he gives you suspicious looks but does what you ask anyway.

^ the lipstick trend ☹️☹️☹️ WHYYY MYGODD WHYYY . YOU. 🫵🫵 Reader. take a breath and imagine him with a baggy t-shirt and messy hair and glasses and lipstick stains all over him and his hands on your waist while you kiss him and him going "another one?" with a breathy laugh WJYYY MY MISERABELLFIEEJEID😭😭😭😭😭

hhahh... Haggghhhhhh......... my chest iscaving ijn

Ok. you know the "his gaze softened" thing. yeah. well. for keiji it's not like. mean cold broody guy who gets soft. it's the quiet but nice guy who evidently feels out of place and is anxiously looking around who relaxes and smiles when he sees you enter the room WHO'S WITH ME!

He likes I Will by Mitski. he's a Mitski Enjoyer. Because I Say So. he's my beautiful boyfailure prince angel loser cat who fell into a bowl of water of course he likes mitski guysplels keiji i thinkzYou'd love a loving feeling and the frost and real men and humpty and pink in the night and nobody and should've been me And

occasional punk/metal enjoyer keiji .? walk with me. someone take my hand. ptv slipknot soad korn orbit culture somebody needs to walk with me here

doesn't have a huge appetite... if he's at hot pot he can probably finish but 1) he's full and 2) he planned what he'd get based on past failures to finish his food. like i love boyfriends who can finish your meal if you can't (< girl who gets full) but i think things may end up a team effort 🫡🫡

just lies on the floor and listens to music sometimes. if you walk in on him he doesn't move but will welcome you to join him with open arms ! 🫂

oh 🥹 keiji working super hard on gifts for you... coloured paper and youtube videos so he can figure out how to make a paper flower bouquet 🥹 he starts getting paper crafts/origami skills because of this fr fr

you get it.

[brandycranby]

still a little sad but well enough to give everyone a hug 🥺

[randomingoftherandomness]

Magical demon hypnosis/aphrodysiac, extremely dubiously consensual sex between ZYC and ZY = guilt, remorse, hurt/comfort, tears 🫡

A/N: Tagging for Fuck or Die, Dubious Consent, Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Injured Zhuo Yichen, Cursed Zhao Yuanzhou, Descriptions of Blood and Injuries, Angst, Happy Ending

Please proceed through this fic with caution. I have put the heavier parts under a read more.

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Horror is the first emotion that he registers when his consciousness returns back to him. A surge of revulsion aimed at himself comes at the heels of shame -- an impossible tide of familiar self-hatred that grabs him by the throat and steals his breath when he looks down to see the body under his own.

Xiao Zhuo's curled on his side and away from him. Long dark hair a matted river on the torn bedspread, there are bruises up and down his back, his thighs, and worse still, bite marks. Almost like a call, the backs of Zhao Yuanzhou's teeth begin to ache and he sucks in a thick draw of air into his lungs. If he compares it, would they find that the shape of Xiao Zhuo's injuries matches his teeth, his fingers, his hands?

His eyes flicker down the bruises on the swell of Xiao Zhuo's ass. A colourful tapestry of reds and bluish-purple, this isn't the thing that amplifies the horror and anger in his chest.

That would be the drying smudges of blood on Xiao Zhuo's injured skin.

Zhao Yuanzhou scrambles back, chest heaving as his senses take in everything around them.

The room they're in is ruined and even for the seemingly bottomless coffers of the BingYi Clan, it will make some ripples to fix up. It stinks of sex and blood, and a hundred things that make his head swim. There's an ache in his bones, a sting of scratches on his shoulders, little hurts that would take nothing for him to heal, but he won't. He doesn't deserve it.

He fixes his eyes on Xiao Zhuo, swallowing around the lump in his throat and the blurring of tears in his eyes. A part of Zhao Yuanzhou wants to reach out to touch, to check him over, to heal him from all the pains he took under Zhao Yuanzhou's own bloodstained hands. Yet another part does not know if he can.

If he has the right to even be by this man's side anymore.

He had been careless. Lasped in his judgement of a dangerous situation that had left him vulnerable to a trap where he had been cursed with an insatiable need, a targeted desire that burnt so bright and true, that he...

The first fall of his tears onto the palms of his hands pulls him from his thoughts. Warm and heavy, it mixes with the spots of dried blood on his skin. Blood and tears. The markers of his very long and miserable life.

"Silly demon..."

Zhao Yuanzhou looks up and he sees hazy eyes looking back at me. The same eyes that have looked back at him with that same satiated heat, that same unfocused pleasure that comes after a night of shared delights.

But what is delightful about this? What delight can be drawn from pain inflicted without consent?

Quick like the flicker of a midnight candle, his beloved's eyes lose any trace of languidness, and he starts to push himself upright on shaking arms. "Xiao Zhuo--" Zhao Yuanzhou moves forward on instinct to help, only to stop midway with his hand outstretched. What if he is rebuffed? What if he looks into those eyes now and sees a thread of fear or disgust?

A soft, breathless chuckle curls in the space between them.

Tiredly and with a grunt, Xiao Zhuo pushes himself forward, dragging the thin blanket with him as he goes. Grabbing Zhao Yuanzhou by the hand, he tugs at him. With an almost put-upon sigh, he tuts at the dampness on the demon's cheeks that only wets even more when Zhao Yuanzhou sees Xiao Zhuo wince when the position he is seated in causes him pain.

"It's my fault..."

Xiao Zhuo scoffs. "Of course it is, you old demon."

Zhao Yuanzhou flinches. "I--"

The punch to his shoulder is one he takes, but the kiss to the corner of his mouth is something that takes his breath away. "Stupid demon." Xiao Zhuo sighs around the tired smile that curls his chapped rosebud lips. "The only thing I'll ever blame you for is the bite marks you left on my ass. Honestly..." He lifts his hand to lovingly wipe away the tears that spill from the corner of Zhao Yuanzhou's eyes. "How many times did you need to come in me anyways? Are you sure you're an ape? Not a dog demon?"

A bark of wet laughter bubbles out of him. Ducking his head, he goes like a puppet cut from its strings, knocking his brow to Xiao Zhuo's chin. Sniffling, he blinks away a few tears. "I'm sorry."

"I know you are."

Licking his lips, Zhao Yuanzhou quietly asks, "Can I heal you?"

The smile on Xiao Zuo's lips twitches. Leaning in, he presses their cheeks together. A small part of Zhao Yuanzhou breaks at the gesture, yearning for nothing more than to bury himself in this man's bones and shield him from any harm, especially the dangers that come from his own hands.

Unfurling his healing, he lets the warmth of their bodies being renewed be the only focus -- single-mindedly working through every bruise, every scratch, every ache. He moves his attention to the worst of it, then to the little bruises on Xiao Zhuo's hips, the tears of flesh and the marks he had left in his frenzy.

By the time he is done, Xiao Zhuo is half asleep against his shoulder, his breath tickling at his nape. Zhao Yuanzhou waits until he comes back to him, blinking sleepily. There's a half smile on his lips again when his sword-calloused hand reaches up to cup his jaw.

"Sleep. We can work this out in the morning." Xiao Zhuo whispers. A promise. Zhao Yuanzhou turns his face into the heel of his hand. Xiao Zhuo promised and he trusts that he will do as he says.

[bunicate]

Tw: mentions of ed

The main audience for fan fiction is the author first and foremost. Write what you want to write because at the end of the day, someone will always have problems with it. It could be the purest thing on earth and someone will go "oH bUt I cAnT ReLaTe-" or "tHaTs OuT oF cHaRaCtEr"

It's fiction. With fictional characters. Not everyone will be able to relate. Not everyone wants to relate. Relating to something is perfectly fine and makes the experience even better (depending on some aspects - going extreme here, but it's not healthy to relate to a scene where a character enjoys hurting ppl or animals out of cruelty and for enjoyment ex. bullying someone irl)

But just because you don't relate to it doesn't mean others can't enjoy it. Also why did you have to bring ED into this lmao? There are different types not just ppl who starve themselves, so idk why you're brining this up anon. Idk how that makes your statement true? It's fine to be upset that your fav author doesn't write for a certain thing anymore but that doesn't give you the right to bash them for it.

And don't generalize everyone in that echo chamber of yours (when you called every ED victim fat phobic) - I just know you're in a community that thinks just like that. It's good to see outside of that chamber anon otherwise you're always going to be narrow minded. Saying as someone who used to think just like that <3

As I said earlier, the audience for fan fiction is the author first and foremost. If you have a problem, block, unfollow, simple as that.

It's up to you to post this or not, but just wanna say you should continue to write what you want to and take care of yourself ❤

posting it because It’s important 2 mi and I want everyone to see 💗💗💗 thank u so much u have no idea how insanely thoughtful this is

[sumeruin]

hi angel !! >__< i'm thinking of making my own nsfw blog and im a minor; do u have any tips? :3

🍰 anon (if not taken<3)

hi nonnie!! mostly my tips are to be prepared to get a lot of hate from people for it, for some reason people 18+ like to think it’s very Terrible And Wrong to have sexual thoughts before you turn 18 (it’s not. it’s normal. you don’t get visited by the sex fairy the day you turn 18 and all of a sudden you can think about sex. that’s not how it works.) i would also say to write a disclaimer/faq before you start writing, kinda like how mine is!! it’s seemed to stop a little bit of the hate, i got way more than i do now on my old blog. another tip, and this isn’t just for minor smut writers, is to have a good theme!! some people do cafe themes, some people pick colors or things to base their themes around (that’s the one i do) but it’s always a good tip to have consistency!!! try to keep the same kind of color scheme whenever you change your blog so that people can find/recognize you easier when you start getting followers. if you want i can give you some help finding pictures and making dividers for you!! you’d just have to give me a color/thing you want your blog to be based around :) it’s also good to wait a couple days after making the blog and setting everything up to actually post your writing, it always takes at least 24 hours before your posts start showing up in tags after you make the acc. i can’t think of any other general ones right now, but if there’s something specific you want tips on that i didn’t touch here just let me know!!!

[stiles-o-dylan24]

Hey bub hope you are well! I don’t know if you have answered this already but are you planning on writing addy into the teen wolf movie? I don’t mean to put pressure on you I was just curious - 🌸

Hi sweetheart! Honestly ever since first hearing about the movie I’ve wanted to write our girl in, even more so when I heard who was coming back and who wasn’t looking at you dob🥺 Plus after the final trailer I am even more looking forward to watching it. However, even with the excitement I’m already leaning towards it’ll probably need to be rewritten with Staddy actually being in it🙈

Obviously I will have a better idea after I watch it, and if inspiration even comes to me, so I will definitely let you know what my plan is… especially if it’s something you guys want to see from me💛

[xoxoemynn]

hi marianne kindness for you: you are a bright and kind presence and every time I see you in my notes you are saying the kindest things and I hope that the world is also uno reversing that kindness that you exude back to you <3

omg this is truly just about the nicest message I could end my day on, thank you so much. Truly, I am taking all this energy and bottling it up and I will have the sweetest of dreams tonight, thank you.

I am wrapping you up in a warm cozy blanket with the hot beverage of your choice and giving you exactly as many hugs as you want, whether that is zero or a thousand.

Thank you so much, my sweet anon. You are an absolute gem and I appreciate you so much. And I assure you any kindness I left for you in the tags was very much deserved. 💕💕

[ladyvesuvia]

PLEASE “IT WAS LOVE” CAN NOT END LIKE THAT 😭

yes it can