#literally kicking my feet in the air and twirling my hair and giggling

[lostinalem]

I’m too shy to dm but I Am asking you about your fallout OCs, as your bio said ^__^

HELLO I AM GOIGN TO KISE YOU THABK U FOR ASKING ‼️‼️‼️‼️ sorry it took me so long to respond (I had to figure out how to draw them all... phew) and there are sooooo many more BUT these are the ones I actually care about rn (cause all I've been playing is fnv) ok now buckle up because it's a lot 💀

Andy (she/her) is my favvvvvv fallout oc. she's one of four player characters from the fallout dnd campaign I'm in !! I've posted about her like once maybe twice before but she's the loml cringefail rodeo girl and I would do ANYTHING for her. she cannot do social interactions to save her life and I swear all the odds are rigged against her it's so funny. the coolest thing though is she made her own GIANT Giddyup Buttercup to ride!! she grew up in a little rodeo-centered town in Oregon so that was kind of her thing to like. fit in. cause she never really had any friends, so she's like "well, if i can't be liked, then I'll make myself useful" but it didn't really work so when she was old enough she left to hopefully be helpful in other places instead :3 (which is where the campaign comes in in Washington but I can yap about that some other time)

I also lovvveeee Sal (any pronouns) he's an ichthyologist who grew up in southeastern Alaska. while he was out fishing though, he came across a seemingly abandoned cruise ship and decided to board, only to find there were quite a few inhabitants (ghouls, humans, ferals) already! they end up staying and making their home there for a few years, expanding their fish research and setting up trade with their hometown, but everything changed when they found the platinum chip in an old boot they fished up :0 at first, nobody really knew what it was, but this wasn't Sal's first time dealing with pre-war tech and word spread pretty quickly, so soon enough she had her answer LOL and that's what brought her to the Mojave as "the courier" !

Suzette (they/them) is a vault dweller, chronic overthinker, easy to anger, polyglot that doesn't actually like to talk that much, and also "the courier." something in me makes it impossible to make a normal oc they just have to be quirky as hell man 😭😭 not that I'm gonna stop of course. anyway I'm not a religious guy so I'm not the best when it comes to the Bible, but I based their vault off of the Tower of Babel. basically every level of the vault houses a different culture and language! they're all strictly separated though, and Vault-Tec manipulates from the shadows like always, distorting communication, fabricating languages, subliminal messages too or something idk but the point is that they don't work together. the little polyglot over here tho wanted to change that, but they were ostracized for their efforts, eventually leading to them getting kicked out :( out in the wasteland, they then started courier work because they saw it as an opportunity to use their linguistic skills for good, travelling the wasteland, connecting different cultures, learning more languages, yadda yadda they've got terrible fashion btw 2000's inspiration just for the fun of it :)

okkkk soooo Esme (she/her) is Benny's bride :3 Esme grew up in Goodsprings but always wished for a bigger, more glamourous life. She wanted to be a star. So, when she was in her late 20's, she moved closer to the Strip and began chasing that life. She worked in shows whenever she could and at some point bumps into Benny and falls madly in love. So much so that she breaks into his room and snoops, accidentally finding Yes Man. She gushes about Benny to him and learns that Benny is looking for the Platinum Chip, so that's what she sets her sights on next. She gets the chip, I haven't really decided how yet, but she uses it as leverage to get Benny to marry her. They're not like, strangers, btw. They're well acquainted, and Esme thinks they're friends, but Benny doesn't like her back. Anyway, they're promptly married in Goodsprings. They steal away to the cemetery after the ceremony for some alone time, and that's when Benny shoots her twice in the heart and flees the scene with the chip. Victor is the only one who was suspicious of what was going on, and dug her up, much to the others' surprise. When Esme recovered, she was still madly in love with Benny. She convinced herself it was just a mistake, that he didn't actually mean what he said, and that if she just found him again and explained her devotion, that he would take her back.

... they r supposed to be identical twins except I cannot draw the same person twice for the LIFE of me so just imagine ok hehe Reed (right, he/him) is technically the courier, BUT he was disabled in the Divide, so now Beck (left, also he/him) usually carries out his deliveries for him. most people wouldn't be able to really tell them apart, so it's not a problem—until Benny shoots Beck in the head. now, Reed is usually very friendly and outgoing, but when the "death" of his brother reaches him, he changes. the need for revenge consumes him. Beck, on the other hand, wakes up with NO memory of his past. in fact, due to the delivery note on him, he thinks *he's* Reed. unfortunately, everyone else also thinks they're the same person and it gets really confusing and really silly. and also really sad.

If u read all this, hi :3 which one do u think is the coolest?

[mrsoharaa]

…..who told me it was a good idea to watch Blue Lock?? Because now I’m hooked and Barou Shoei is gradually consuming my ever waking thought 😭😭🙃😩🤚🏼

[johnbottoms]

wilson literally physically running away from a conversation w house... I NEED HIS GOOFY ASS I NEED HIM

[moonpetrichors-blog]

AHHH HIHII!! i luv ur work it literally has me twirling my hair and shi, i was wondering if u could write a neteyam x navin reader where the reader is like playing with tuk and neteyam realizes he was in love with reader on the spot the whole time and he could imagine like a future with the reader aswell?? TYSM I LOVE UR WRITING SM

Something About You

Tags: Neteyam x Omaticaya!Reader, Fem!Reader, Fluff, Crush Blush, Longing Look, Tuk is The Best Wingman, Good With Kids

Warnings: None

One afternoon, Neteyam had to watch over his youngest sister. You insisted on accompanying him, and he agreed, not minding the extra help. As you played with Tuk, the thought crossed Neteyam's mind that suddenly, you might just be the prettiest girl he'd ever seen.

EIOEWGHOEH EVERYTIME I SEE ASKS LIKE THIS I START GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET LMAOO 😭😭 this idea is super lovely, and tysm for the support, happy new years btw ♥♥ also if u look at the title, I based it off the eyedress song 🤭 italics are Neteyam’s thoughts btw!!

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╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-╰┈➤ ❝ [01/01/23] ❞  

Neteyam sighed as he followed you and his sister. His parents had requested him to watch after her today, and you had overheard their chat. You asked Neteyam if you could accompany him because you enjoyed playing with Tuk, and he concurred. He's never been sure what his little sister liked to do, so your assistance was greatly appreciated.

Tuk squeezed your hand as you guided her towards the woods. The sun was shining brilliantly, and the foliage was soaking up the warmth. The trees were golden in hue, and you eventually found a large expanse of grass for you and Tuk to romp in.

Neteyam selected a tree to relax against, and settled comfortably while you and Tuk traveled only a little further away. He looked at you both, laughing and spinning around the woodland.

Neteyam was frightened for a moment and nearly leapt out of his seat when you lifted up Tuk to toss her into the air, but he calmed down when he saw how effortlessly you retrieved her again. He cannot help but be concerned about his siblings' welfare, but he knows you're excellent with children. You'd never do anything that would harm them.

Tuk's laugh resonated through the treetops as she pleaded with you to throw her again. She appeared to be having fun, but you suddenly realized that Neteyam must be bored sitting alone and observing.

You caught Tuk once more and gently lowered her on the grass. “Neteyam, why don’t you come here and play with us?”

He shook his head, and smiled. “I’m okay.”

You shrugged, and continued to play with his little sister.

...

You ultimately grew tired of tossing Tuk into the air, so you devised a brilliant plan.

“Tuk, why don’t I decorate your braids?”

She seemed perplexed for a moment, before you clarified that you were going to pick out some flowers to put in her hair. Her eyes sparkled at the thought, and she, of course, answered yes.

Tuk was seated in your lap as you meticulously ornamented her braids with an assortment of various, colorful flowers you had gathered. Neteyam maintained his gaze from a distance, and he began to grin to himself. He thought to himself that you were wonderful with kids, and his smile only grew even wider when Tuk gazed into her reflection in a nearby waterhole.

She giggled with delight at her enhanced appearance. “Thank you so much Y/N!”

Because she was so adorable, you pinched her cheeks.

Tuk scrunched up her nose, recoiling from the action. “Let me put flowers in your braids too!”

You agreed with a nod and sat down in front of her. You failed to notice Neteyam's intense stare at you as Tuk adorned your tresses with the leftover blossoms. The sunlight cascaded over you so sweetly that you gleamed like a gift from Eywa herself. Neteyam couldn't believe he'd never noted how stunning you were, and the feeling was further accentuated by the flowers in your hair. He massaged his burning cheeks with his palm; was he blushing?

Tuk's amusement at using you as her personal doll unabated, and the one idea orbiting Neteyam's short-circuiting mind, aside from how you looked straight out of his dreams, was how natural you were with children. Would you behave similarly with your children together, too?

Wait, what?

He had to mentally scold himself for thinking such a thing. Even though it felt improper to envisage it with you because you were only a friend, he couldn't peel the gaze of burning desire away from you. His brain begged him to suppress these feelings, but his heart and blazing cheeks revealed a different story.

His heart stopped. When you decided to turn around, you met his eyes that refused to look away. Neteyam sucked in a breath, fearful for a moment that you could see into his thoughts. He released a sigh of relief as you merely cracked a smile towards him, not knowing how he was really staring at you.

Then another terrifying thought had crossed his mind. Had he always liked you?

You veered away from Tuk to catch a glimpse of your reflection in the waterhole as Neteyam battled with himself internally. You clasped your hands together, praising Tuk on her work, and hugged her warmly. She was scooped up again and twirled around.

You sidled up to Neteyam after you had laid Tuk down, scratching the back of your neck. The sunshine from behind your figure seeped into his vision as he stared up at you through his thick lashes. He didn't mind that he could only see you.

You looked at him sheepishly. “How do I look?”

He snapped out of his reverie, and stuttered for a moment before registering that you asked him a question.

“So pretty.”

As you looked straight at him stupidly, he threw his palm over his mouth. You were both matching blushes as you were suddenly feeling blisteringly hot. Tuk giggled from behind you, her eyes narrowed at her brother.

It didn't help that she was whispering 'Neteyam's got a cruushh...'

Damn that child.

You turned around to hear what she said, and out of your peripheral vision, Neteyam lifted his fist at her, mouthing for her to quit speaking. When your gaze met hers you arched an eyebrow, but she had already closed her mouth and remained serious. She cracked an innocent smile at you.

You looked back at Neteyam, and decided that all of a sudden you had very, very important obligations to attend to at that moment.

“Well, I think I should get home now, haha!”

Neteyam stood up abruptly, laughing nervously. He was chanting in his head to speak confidently.

He stuttered instead. “Oh, me too, haha! Me and Tuk should be meeting with our parents again.”

You couldn't stop giggling uncontrollably like idiots, and while you were heading in opposite directions, you unintentionally bonked heads. He groaned in pain as he touched the tender region on his forehead, but apologized profusely when he noticed that you were also afflicted.

You couldn't bear how mortified you were, so you let out a torrent of apologies and hurried out of the woodland as swiftly as you could. You couldn't believe Neteyam had declared you were pretty!

In your wake, you left behind a trail of flowers. Neteyam discreetly grabbed and pocketed one. You know, for safekeeping.

There was just something about you.

[luvfy0dor]

HAIIII POOKIE BOOBOO FIRST, HAPPY 600🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 YOUVE COME SO FAR AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. YOUR ARTS ARE SO GOOD AND I LAUGH AND GIGGLE ALL THE WHILE KICKING MY FEET BACK AND FORTH LIKE A SCHOOL GIRL DOING HER HOMEWORK. I ALSO ADORE HOW I GET TO PROOF READ THEM BEFORE THEY COME OUT ><

As for the request:3333

Can you PLSPLSPSLSPSLSS do chuuya (my wife💝💝) + breathless kisses

And if you have the time (no pressure:3) could u do dazai + eager kisses?

If you cant do dazai just do chuuya and if you can, dazai if just a bonus for me and it could be shorters than chuuyas if you get to it :3 I LOVE YOU AND AGAIN HAPPY 600 LOTS OF LOVE💗💗💗💗

-ELIIIII :3333333

Breathless Kisses + Chuuya Nakhara, Eager Kisses + Dazai Osamu

A/n; hey gangsters, it's me again- , thank you so much Eli!!! ❤️ I LOBE YOU TOO AND THE FIRST TIME I READ THAT I WAS LITERALLY THE ☹️ FACE BAHAHAHAH

Chuuya Nakhara

You sharply inhaled as both of your hands were placed firmly on Chuuyas cheeks, holding him close and resisting the urge to push him away when you felt low on air. You couldn't do it though, no matter how hard you tried, your lips and tongue couldn't resist more from the ginger. Your hands crept past his cheeks and into hair hair, where you grabbed a gentle fistful of it and tugged on it slightly. The second your lips parted, you sucked in a swift breath of air, your eyes cloudy from the loopy haze Chuuya had unknowingly put you in. Or maybe he did know. Maybe he knew and just liked to see it on your face. Those parted lips, the rise and fall of your chest through your wrinkled up shirt. "You alright there? Sounded like you were suffocating or somethin'." He asked, rubbing his hand acrossed the small of your back. Your heart was beating so fast, and your cheeks felt hot with fluster. Everything soon stabilized though, and you nodded. "Maybe when I kiss you I should keep my huffs and sighs to myself so I can actually breathe for a little longer." You laugh, twirling a lock of ginger hair around your finger. "Hey, you can't do that- what if I like hearing them?" He grins, his eyes flickering down towards your chest and shirt. Your own followed his gaze and you smirked. *Well, if you like to hear them so much, there's always other ways you can elicit them." You giggle, slowly pulling up the hem of your shirt in a teasing manner, only to quickly pull it back down. "Heyyy!" Chuuya huffs, but your cocky smirk stays put. "Oh quit your act, just come and kiss me again." You finally say, pulling him in again and resuming as you had before. Fact of the matter is, no matter how much you did or didn't tease him, Chuuyas need for you could never be cured, and with his addiction to you came an addiction to your beautiful lips.

Dazai Osamu

The cold skin of his palms cupped your cheeks as he pulled you in for a needy kiss after months away in mersault. The connection of your lips felt like that of two puzzle pieces fitting perfectly together- it was like you were made for eachother. Your brows were knitted together with relief upon finally having him back, safe in your arms. You knew he was more than capable of keeping himself in one piece, but you couldn't help but worry. Your shaky fingers traced his jawline before you pulled away to take a look at him again, as if to reaffirm yourself that he was, infact, real. "It's okay, I'm here again." He muttered, immediately pulling you back into another eager kiss. You hummed against his lips, a quiet "mhm". Your hands moved from his jawline to grab at his short brown locks of hair, twirling strands around your fingers every now and again. His nose brushed against yours and his eyelids squeezed shut, as if he were trying to engrain each grove and curve of your lips in his mind so he'd never have to miss it again. The second time you pulled away, it was for the both of you to take a breath, but you hardly really moved apart. He rested his forehead against yours and stabilized his heart rate before speaking. "I craved that more than anything while I was away." His voice was smooth and quiet, and through his thick eyelashes you could see him looking at you. You let out a small giggle to yourself and sighed shakily. "I know..me too." He hummed and pecked your lips once more. "I think we should head home and catch up on our other activities." You nod and grab his hand, already leading him to the car. "Yeah, it's been awhile since you've been home to watch all our shows together." He smiles and lets go of your hand to get into the passenger seat, and you start on the extensive ride home into the sunset, lover finally seated next to you.

A/n; me when I actually post 🤫🧏

[lonelychicago]

getting comments on ao3: 🥰😍🤩🥺💗 this is awesome *literally world peace* *giggling, kicking my feet in the air, twirling my hair* i will never know pain or suffering from now on, my soul has been healed

answering comments on ao3: 😩😭💀 *throwing up* *thousands of people injured* *screaming in the background*

[nsharks]

GOD I'M NOT UR STRONGEST SOLDIER WHEN IT COMES TO GHOST BEING SWEATY AND INTENSE AT THE SAME TIME 😩😁👊🏼💥💥💥

Woah there I didn't realize there's more survivors that as resourceful as Ghost is, it's just my Theory perhaps that Man is also part of military but not the branch(?) As ghost 🤔🤔🤔

BLUE'S MOM MENTIONED AGAIN FELLAS, WE GATHERING INFORMATION ABOUT THE WOMAN WHO GAVE BIRTH TO OUR BELOVED KIDDO BLUE 👁👄👁💙💙💙 I bet I'm prettier than Blue's mom //jkjk I just wanna be sassy

AYYO????? GHOST SUBTLE (Obviously not subtle imo) FLIRR OMG RAAAHH SOMETHING IS RISING IN ME BUT IT'S NOT MY WILL TO SURVIVE 🦅🦅🦅

HANDS ABOVE HIS HEAD BENEATH HER HEILIGE BIMBAM 🐄🐄🐄 I CANNOT BRO- MOVE TWIX IT'S MY TURN TO HAVE HIM UNDERNEATH ME 👊🏼👊🏼👊🏼💥💥💥💥

I'm literally PUNCHING AIR GIGGLING TWIRLING MY HAIR KICKING MY FEET WHEN TWIX AND GHOST HAVING THEIR LITTLE BOXING GAME. Can't wait for them to fo the 'boxing' game on bed or perhaps somewhere else. Iykwim ✺◟( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)◞✺

WHAT'S THOSE HAND DOING ON TWIC HIPS GHOST? 🤨🤨🤨 IS THAT HOW YA TELLIN HER THAT U WANTS WOOHOO?? SHEESSHH just Ask will ye? ( ͡°Ĺ̯ ͡° )

ALSO IS THAT BLUE SCREAMING? IS OUR BELOVED GIRLIE OKAY? IS SHE OKAY?? BLUUEEEE YOUR DAD IS ON THE WAYYY

TWIX MOVE YO ARSE TOO PLEASE RAAAHHHHH UR GIRL NEED YA 🦅🦅🦅💥💥💥

(( ALSO IT'S GOOD TO HAVE U BACK SHARKY I MISS YA, SMOOCHES ILYSM 💋💋💋 //no homo ))

- ✖️

I LIVE FOR YOUR COMMENTS 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻 ILY MWAH

[samwinchesterstan]

i havent read fic in years* but im reading some loustat now and literally kicking my feet in the air and twirling my hair and giggling

[baptismbaby]

Y'ALL I HAD A THOUGHT?! ok so imagine rockstar!ellie x singer!reader who write music with each other and decide to start a band. and whenever they're upset with each other or angry they'll write songs about it and just scream sing at each other on stage to let it out. they'll break up and get back together after hours of hate fucking in a hotel room after their performance is over AAAA. literally kicking my feet in the air n giggling, twirling my hair a bit even

[chiffaust]

WARMING YOU (AND YOUR HEART) UP

synopsis ... days have been harsh and cold, especially since you had just went disappeared in the middle of the night out of nowhere. though he knows you won't be in any danger; he can't help but worry sometimes, thus leading him to wait for you outside in the cold.

content ... fluff. thats all. fluff. keito also staying out in the cold for you, pda(?), jibanyan returns!!(not really)

(n.) – jibanyan is the cat name from another one of my keito oneshot and this is quite literally the cheesiest fanfic ive ever written *twirls hair* *giggles* *kicking my feet into the air*

Winter days have never been his favorite nor has it been his least favorite. Winter days have been tolerable at best to him.

Even when the new year's comes, he doesn't feel much indifferent about so. But as he looks out into the night, new year's long passed whilst the cold atmosphere and snow still lingers, he feels quite sentimental about something.

And then he sneezes before a chill going down his spine. He could tolerate cold days, but not when it's literally making him feel this cold.

Maybe he shouldn't have stayed outside either, the winter cold is still strong after all.

"Oh, are you cold?" Suddenly, a voice chimed in from behind. It surprised him for a little bit, but once he recognize the voice, he only turned to look at them with a big frown on his face.

"And just where were you exactly?!" He raised his voice like a nagging mother. It was true that he's mad, but he's also concerned about your wellbeing. "You could've at least told me that you were going out! Can you please not disappear like this? Especially in the middle of the night–"

And then he sneezed once more.

He sniffled, rubbing his nose with his finger. He can't even feel his hands quite well anymore, the winter cold sure is unbearable.

You took notice to this rather quickly. Without much hesitation, you got closer to him and held onto his hand.

"Woah, you're freezing!" You exclaimed, upon touching his hand, your first reaction was to push it away in contact of the coldness.

You then stayed silent, looking at him with slight guilt appearing on your face. "... You were waiting for me?"

He was embarrassed that you caught on rather quickly, but what else can he do now that even you have realized it? With pink hues dusting his cheeks, he then nods with an embarrassed look on his face.

"But that's only because you disappeared out of nowhere!" He retorted, rolling his eyes out of pure embarrassment. "Don't ever do that ever again."

You nod at his words before wrapping him into a big, tight hug. "I'm still very warm unlike you, so as an apology let me warm you up, Keito~!" You said loudly in a cheery tune as you pulled him closer to you. He was quite cold, but that doesn't matter right now; your only goal is to warm him up after making him stay out in this cold for so long for you.

He blushed brighter as he feels his body in contact with yours, but you were so warm; it instantly just made him melt into your touch.

He's opposed with this idea, but he can't help but hugging you back in a tighter embrace as he smiles slightly in content. Maybe this is the only thing he needs after spending a ridiculous amount of time outside just for you.

"Let's... Just stay like this for a while..." He muttered, burying his face at the crook of your neck.

You could only but laugh at his actions as you patted his back. "I'll stay with you until you're all nice and warm." You replied back.

You are so kind sometimes. The warmth of your body as you hug him, he could even hear your heart beating with one another. And alongside that was...

A purr?

He instantly pushed himself away from you and looked at you with his eyes widen in shock.

"Are you excited...?" You chuckled, smiling happily at him before unzipping your jacket which soon reveals a white-furred feline simply asleep in content inside of your jacket.

He couldn't help but chuckle slightly at the mere sight of the cat, causing the familiar pink hues to coat at the edge of his cheeks once more.

"So you disappeared because of this cat?" He asked, sounding more giddy than he was mad. He should be mad, but he just couldn't.

"Not really... But, but—this cat wouldn't leave me alone so I decided to let it tag along!" You explained your situation to him, and the longer you did the happier he looked.

"You idiot... Fine, whatever. Let's adopt it."

"And I'll name it Jibanyan!" He chuckled slightly at your name of choice for the cat. He pets the cat gently on its head which it responded to nicely by rubbing its head back to him.

"Welcome to the family, Jibanyan ♪"

[roosterr]

you’re literally so real. i need price so badly i want to like pull at his facial hair or something idk i like grab at the air when i see him and start kicking my feet and twirling my hair and giggling like a little girl he could probably shoot me and i’d still want to pounce on him

you and me both, anon, we are on the same wavelength FR. just need him to pick me up and take me away from it all is that really so much to ask? honestly if he shot me i'd probably still be like 'damn you're right, my b' he can literally do no wrong in my eyes. what do you mean war crimes he's john price he's allowed.

[septusuki]

"Deni~!" The beautiful, floating woman ten feet above my head sing-songs, trying to get my attention as though she actually has something to say. She's angelic, quite literally. "Den-Den!" She hums again, pretending we've actually agreed on letting her give me a pet name. Looking down at my furious typing, my resident angel just purses her lips and snickers. Rolling her barely-visible fingers through rungs of glossy, reddened hair, the angel I've refused to gift with a name floats onto her back.

"Shut up. You're not there. I'm working." I growl to myself, cricking my neck in frustration as the girl who is most definitely there buzzes down to my eye level. I type yet more angrily, my sweat struggling to keep up with my fingertips' blazing pace, and being tossed across the keyboard.

"Working?" She spins in the air, so very freely. She just wants to rub it in, that she can exist, entirely absolved of any responsibility, while I have to labour. I have to labour, to keep us both alive. "Deni, aren't you... Unemployed?" She covers her mouth as if she's just said a bad work, but the grin under her hand is so very visible. "Oo-oops!" She giggles, turning upside-down now. She always rotates when she wants my attention, like some dreamcatcher trinket.

For just a second, I stop typing. I grit my fist like I'm already gritting my teeth. "This application needs to be submitted by tomorrow. You're not helping, drone." I spit the word out, my eyes flitting over to the drone's face and trying to kill it with my gaze alone. No luck. There's rarely any luck with her. She only lets me sleep because she knows my brain can't render her properly if I'm sleep deprived — and, if there's one constant about her, it's that she hates looking improper. They designed her to be such a goddess; slim, like the hypermodels in Korea. Sharp, like European movie-stars. Gleaming, like American runway divas.

"Pff," this world-tour of perfection just laughs to herself again. She'll never understand my feverish desire to be needed, because she, in herself, isn't anymore. She wasn't needed when she was first installed, but she definitely isn't, now. "Submit it, then we can have some fun, OK?" With a twirl of her legs and a trill smile, my glorified reminder-drone floats her way into my bed, vanishing under the plushness of the hotel-grade mattress.

"Fun? You mean you, hijacking my fucking pleasure centres?" It's a bad habit — I know that — but I can't help but scratch at the bottom-left of my brain. Passenger rear. I scratch until it hurts, irritated out of my mind, just to prove that at the very least, my pain centres still belong to me. She wasn't installed there, so she can't peruse my whole brain, as she pleases. "You just ride my orgasm, and get a kick out of it!" I protest, explaining for the millionth time how brain-holos work, to one of their own kind. By this point, I'm honestly surprised I'm not spurting blood.

"That's fun, isn't it?" She mewls a tad, the top of her head rising up out my bed to judge me. Soon enough, her crop-top comes with her, along with that needle-sharp, pin-thin waistline, and those ghoulish, tracksuit trousers. Those trousers, that the designers gave up designing halfway through, so assured that she was cuter without feet. "We both get to orgasm! It's equal rights, isn't it?" There was a small riot on the interwebs, when they found that out. I'm thankful she doesn't have feet — she'd just use them to taunt me — but there are plenty of fuckers who'd happily scream to the contrary. "Fair division of produce! You're a commie, aren't you?"

She makes me gag, but she isn't wrong. She's in my brain, so she knows all the best combacks, instantly — because I thought of them. She knows exactly how to drive me up the wall, by just pilfering all of my insecurities and failings, and lobbing them back at my side of the brain. "Fuck it!" I declare. The application is close enough. It can wait an hour of two. "Fuck it, you win." Standing up from my desk, I cringe as I feel my prosthetic knees whimper underneath me. Frustration fades from my face as I make to leap straight into bed.

"Ah~!" The ghost spins in space again, adoring the fact that she's annoyed me to the point of surrender. "Yay! Funtime!" She howls, letting her arms jump up in celebration. Trying to crystallize her determination for sordid acts, she runs through about fifty versions of the same expression before she settles on something satisfactorily sexy. Her voice warps, too; yawning out and screeching until she reaches something, deep and wet.

I look up at the funfair of legs and arms as they re-calibrate themselves to my specific interests. For a corpo-tulpa, she isn't half-bad. She knows they'll remove her the micro-moment I get a new job, so she's making use of her continued existence while she still can. Mordacore couldn't wait to inject her into my mind, but now that they don't need a habbivisor for cell X-54, they 'forgot' to remove this little brat. They didn't have the budget to remove tulpas from every new hire, after all. I was just a temp, but apparently I was promising enough to need a floating apparition to remind me of my corporate responsibilities. It was just a fleeting fancy; like most techy things, corpo-tulpas were just investment hype. I, just like a hundred other temporary-hires, felt the freefall of that failed investment. Now, Illatia is swirling around in my brain-matter, pretending she belongs there.

"Hey! Don't think about that!" Illatia scowls, mid-calibration, with her sports-bra in a ruck. "About getting rid of me!" She pouts and huffs, almost deciding to not bother with funtime, wholesale. It's a prissy, difficult-to-please girl, that I've been blessed with, for sure. I can feel her calculating a response, deep in my own cranium; the slightest tickling of scorned CPU-processing. After a second of hard work, Illatia settles on an answer. The only answer, really: give me such a good show that I'll never abandon her, no matter how much of a bitch she pretends to be. If she's ever erased from my cortexes, it'll probably have been her fault, for not being cute enough. So, she puffs her cheeks out, and does it. "Unnhh... I'm swelling up, Deni!"

[spectacularizm]

God Bless Tiktok

Man I was just going on Tiktok after not doing so for literal months (I quit in March) and then I went down a Felix Kammerer rabbit hole and now I'm quite literally kicking my feet in the air, giggling, smiling, seeing rainbows, twirling my hair, and rolling around. I mean istg why he is so fucking pretty!?!?! I swear it should be illegal for a man like him to even exist. He's too good for this world. Here's a little treat from the Deutscherfilmpreis tiktok account, and for you non-German speakers, he's being asked his favourite things and then ranking them. Very wholesome. And look at how polite he is!! Also yaaaay coolio we can chat with mutuals now!! if anyone of you want to chat w/ me don't be shy to do so, I won't bite. I'll even sit there and listen to you go on about your interests.

[bbina]

finally got to read the update properly & OMGGG wonbin smiling & laughing again literally has me giggling twirling my hair & kicking my feet in the air 🤭 like these were the better days superm was singing about 🙏

the shower scene was absolutely EVERYTHINGGG the way he was washing yn’s hair & booped her nose… wonbin is not a want but a need 😣💗

& when you wrote about the towel hanging off wonbins waist… perhaps i drooled idk!!!! 😹 you ate once again user bbina 🔥

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wonbin finally not being a miserable loser WE CHEERED and again, king of acts of service park wonbin continues to deliver again and again.. shower scene... intimacy... yUM

towel hanging off is just a little treat for everyone <3 luv that for us

[svnoohe4rts]

i’m literally giggling, kicking my feet in the air & twirling my hair the amount power this man has over me 🛐

[sneakydraws]

so amazing coming back to tumblr after not being on the site for months to be blessed with your jttw content.. literally got me CHEESING. GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET IN THE AIR,,,, twirling my hair and shit omg..

AWWHEHE YOU SCHEDULED YOUR RETURN WELL!!