#when the muses are busy (queued)

[causalitylinked]

pov: you just woke up next to him.

( the first self indulgent picrew edit i did of ryuto on this blog! tbh, this is specifically ryuto as depicted in redo because i have yet to find any picrews that could portray him as i properly envision him to look in reality, but i'm still kinda happy at how this turned out! )

[unladielike]

    Vivian nods away in agreement for to her, having a considerable amount of burgers without any soda didn't seem like something that's really heard of... and yeah, perhaps there were way better palate cleansers to be had than carbonated drinks, but as this was a food truck and not a restaurant, the selection of beverages they could realistically order would understandably be a bit limited.

    "Welp, I wouldn't go as far as to say I necessarily understand 'everything', per say, but yeah, once you manage to live through twenty one years on this planet, you start discovering some pretty basic stuff... like, for instance, how the human body gets thirsty if you consume salty snacks yet do not occasionally bring yourself to drink water throughout regular intervals," Vivian states. Granted, most would consider that to be 'common sense', but as per usual, she frames it more like an academic study than redundant knowledge nobody would truly bother disputing.

    Either way, it doesn't take long for her bespectacled gaze to soon settle on the drinks menu, which was situated to the right side corner of the food truck... and to her delight, Coke was listed as one of the drinks that were available to order, causing her to clasp both hands together.

    "Ooh, what do you know?! They do indeed have Coke! No Fanta to be seen, though... then again, at least we aren't forced to choose Pepsi, which is the mid alternative to Coke," Vivian pipes up. Of course, after the final customer leaves, she'll then finally pull out her wallet before turning to Mizumachi. "Alright, so to summarize super quickly... we want ten teriyaki cheese burgers with two cokes?" Vivian repeats in order to ensure they were on the same page.

[水]

“Bia is so smart! I love it!”

Who knew there was such a place so close by? He hadn’t found the place yet, and who knew how long it would’ve taken before he found it. The food truck  now had a new fan who was bound to visit pretty often any time homesickness struck him- which was surprisingly often if he was left alone with his thoughts.

The jock laughs at the comment that the food truck wasn’t going anywhere. It wouldn’t sprout legs and run away—but it had wheels, didn’t it? Couldn’t it drive off?

“Yeah! A Teriyaki cheese burger sounds great!”

Sometimes, he’d go into restaurants and find that the food was very different compared to his expectations, but if going by the smell alone, he was sure that he was going to like the burgers here. He normally wasn’t that picky when it came to food anyways, but still! It was a kind of betrayal for someone who craved familiar tastes to walk into a restaurant and walk out of it confused over what he’d actually eaten. He learned the hard way that many ‘fusion’ places weren’t… the best. Guess not every fusion was stellar and epic. Sorry Goku and Vegeta.

“You really understand everything, huh? You’re right! If you’re going to be eating a lot of burgers anyways, ya gotta drink something that pairs well with it. Coke is the best! Fanta is also good, though.”

If you were going to be eating your fill of burgers, was there really any real difference if you chose to drink soda over water? The difference was minor at that point, so there was no point in picking straws. Water was his preferred drink for regular hours, but if he was doing rigorous exercise, then he would reach for sports drinks to replenish his electrolytes. Soda was for whenever he was treating himself to some junk food. Might as well go big or go home (and eat healthier).

[starflirts]

OUR SECRET MOMENTS IN A CROWDED ROOM

as mrs swift once said: "romance is not dead if you keep it just yours" luke castellan x fem! reader, wc: 614, warning: none, note: here's a little something i queued before classes took over my life… enjoy! (still working on other stuff though don’t worry!)

“They have no idea about me and you” he whispers softly in the space between your neck and your collarbones, soothing breaths tickling your skin. 

The lake is quiet at this time of day, campers from all cabins too busy with their own activities to pester Luke. The setting sun casts its golden rays on the water and you can hear the faint giggles of dryads in the woods. 

You stand with your back against the trunk of a tree, a bright smile on your face as you card a hand through his hair. “You have to thank me and our secret spot for that.” you muse, slightly pulling on his curls to get him to look at you. 

Luke grins, hands resting on your waist, thumbs tracing small circles on the skin hidden by your shirt. “And you,” he tilts his head to the side, “should be thankful Chris accepted to take over my camp counselor duties without asking any questions !” 

Curling your hands around his neck, you let out a laugh and Luke swears you’ve stolen the last remnants of sunlight. “If you keep disappearing like that he might become a little too curious and find out. And I really don’t want him complaining about you not telling him about us. He’d beg to be your best man.” you tease him, fingers toying with the curls at the back of Luke’s head. 

Your boyfriend can’t help but smile at the implication. He shrugs, hands still on your waist. “Whatever. I’d like to see his face when we tell him.”

Pretending to pout, you cross your arms over your chest. “No more secret rendezvous then ? Such a shame, I love having you all to myself.” you answer with a grin, tone dripping with amusement. 

Luke can feel warmth creeping up his ears. His hands crawl up your sides until they're resting on your cheeks. He’s so close to you now you can almost feel his lips hovering over yours and the tip of his nose brushes against yours. “Pretty lady, I am yours all the time. Always have, always will.” 

He’s about to lean in when voices suddenly call your names. Whipping your head towards the source of the sound, you push yourself away from the tree but the distance between you and Luke remains minimal.

“We’ve been looking for you everywhere!” Annabeth is the first one to appear in your line of vision, Percy in tow. “The Apollo cabin is setting up the bonfire. You guys should come now otherwise Percy’s going to eat all the s’mores.” she adds, ignoring Percy’s complaints. 

When the four of you make your way back to the heart of the camp, Annabeth looks back at you once. If she notices the way Luke’s hand brushes against yours she doesn’t say a thing. 

Bonfire nights are Luke’s favorites by far. With your hand safely secured in his underneath a blanket you both share, he enjoys the proximity; whispering sweet nothings into your ear when no one notices, grinning when only he can see your bashful smile. 

“You’re so obvious Castellan” you giggle, shaking your head.

He only chuckles at that. “Can’t help myself pretty. I just love you too much.” 

His words make you shy away from his gaze, turning towards the crowd of campers by your side.

As you face the fire, you can feel Annabeth’s eyes on you from across the flames, a smirk on her face. Her gaze shifts from you to Luke, intently observing his lovesick gaze and your giddy countenance. Raising your eyebrows as if to ask her what she was thinking about, she only mouths back: “I knew it !”

[difficultdomains]

suguru’s plan was a relaxing movie night - but you definitely had something else in mind…

what do you do when insomnia hits? exactly - make up scenarios with this man in your head (he my muse fr)

mdni - nsfw under the cut

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when it comes to movie nights, suguru and you mean absolute business. you’re doing it all - keeping lists, leaving letterboxd reviews and always preferring something new over a rewatch. once every couple weeks, however, a special rule you agreed upon comes into effect - comfort movies are rewatchable, at any given time and any number of times - no discussions, no veto.

so when he comes back to your apartment, sore and exhausted after a week that probably felt more akin to a month, you wrap yourselves into a blanket and huddle up on the couch with strategically placed snacks and his favourite movie queued on the big living room TV.

you keep sneaking looks at him throughout, intrigued by the way the flickering light dances across the bridge of his nose and his lips, by the way his eyes are fixed on the narrative unfolding in front of him even though you’re sure that he could recite the dialogues backwards if he had to.

you know that the only thing he probably wants right now is to relax. the only thing you want right now? him. so why not combine both?

you start your silent attack by repositioning yourself under the blanket, feigning that the comfortable position you were in has turned into one of discomfort and that the fact that your hand was now resting on his thigh was mere conincidence.

your fingers are subtle but restless and soon they inch closer and closer to the place you plan on conquering, ghosting over it, featherlight, not suspicious at all.

with his eyes still glued to the screen, he smirks knowingly. you turn to him, waiting with a lopsided grin.

you have him exactly where you want him.

“what do you think you’re doing?�� taunting you, so sure of himself, so sure he knows what you’re up to. but when he sees the way you’re looking at him, his eyes widen.

before he can even register what’s about to befall him, you have already disappeared under the blanket, sweats pushed down and lips wrapping around the pretty tip of his barely half-hard dick.

he takes in a sharp breath, hissing your name through gritted teeth.

this was one of your favourite things to do, make him get hard just with your mouth. and he was very aware of your little preference, which only made it that much more enticing - and unfair - to him.

he pulls the blanket away, hand tangling in your hair solely to give him a better view of the spectacle in front of him. the sight alone makes him bite back a groan. but when you push down even further and have him hit the back of your throat, he loses complete control of the moan that escapes him and all the other ones that follow while you continue your skillful twirls and licks.

he’s beyond hard at this point, much to your silent satisfaction, and you’re not very suprised when you feel a gentle but firm grip on the back of your neck, pulling you away from him.

he crashes your lips together in a hungry kiss and when he pulls away, catching your chin in a similar grip like before, you can’t escape the intensity of his flared-up irises burning into yours.

“ride me.”

you raise a single perfectly arched eyebrow at him.

“please.”

you quickly find your place on his lap, lips instantly attaching to the flushed skin of his neck.

“hmm if you insist…” is the last thing you manage to hum against his skin before he captures you in another kiss.

mission accomplished.

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this is the first proper smutty thing i’ve ever written - so yay it’s a premiere. anyways i hope your hopefully well rested brain enjoyed this little drabble from my very sleep deprived one (pls excuse any errors - i am simply sending this out into the aether lul)

[kisses-soft-like-sunshine]

Bittersweet - Part I;

Fluff w angst, Lee Know x fem!reader, coffee shop AU, idol AU, 2k words. Content warning: knife, mid violence, mention of blood and injury. nothing graphic!

I like to take things slow, I hope you'll enjoy ♡

Coffee is your thing. It has been for what feels like ages. You remember the first time you smelled the grounded beans your grandmother cherishes, slowly boiling in her French press on a dewy morning. The aroma of your father’s embrace when he would leave early for work, a mixture of wet dirt after a storm and dark chocolate. Coffee was always there for you, even if it took you time to grow accustomed to its taste – or rather tastes.

Everything changed when you set foot in a coffee shop for the first time, though. It didn’t matter how bitter the beverage was to your inexperienced pallet, this was the place for you. This warm blend of hurried workers desperate for a comforting break and silent readers having a cozy late breakfast. Everything about coffee shops always felt right for you, the music, the people, the ambiance. The smell. It smelled like home and excitement at the same time. So naturally you became a barista. You learned everything there was to learn about coffee. You knew it was hard-work, and you loved every bit of your life that it took over.

It had been 8 months since you left the peaceful boredom of your hometown for the buzzing capital city of South Korea. You always knew in your heart that you were meant to live the city life, if only for the plethora of coffee places big cities offer. Seoul became a dream destination when you had the opportunity to exchange with a few talented Korean baristas and roasters from a well-known Gangnam company. It then became an option when you successfully graduated and managed to charm your way into said company (in Korean nonetheless). You were now working at one of their newest coffee shop in Gangdong district. 

It had been 8 months since you left the peaceful boredom of your hometown for the buzzing capital city of South Korea and you felt lonely. Your heart was heavy with the concern that your dreams required sacrifices you didn’t know you had to make. How can your days go by seeing so many faces, hearing so many names and still felt so alone. You had friends of course, among which were your three usual coworkers, and language quickly managed to not be a barrier anymore. Yet, you felt so lonely it made your favorite blend turn to bitter dirt in your mouth as you finished your last cup of the day. A clot of black liquid to turn your heart dark - you thought. The autumn air could make you so dramatic. 

“Chilly Weather” by Norwegian Wood and Kim Jin Sol was playing over the speaker. The atmosphere was calm and cushy in the café at this time of day. Only two of you were working, and barely six customers were cruising or queuing or snoring in a booth. You could make out a few regulars. There was a woman in her late 40s, who religiously ordered the same ice cold drink at 8pm everyday (your shop was open till midnight). You always assumed she must work at night given her business attire and resigned expression, but you never dared to ask. Then there was the usual highschool student who liked to roam by, musing about their future adult life. There was also a young man, about your age, who always kept his face covered and always picked a discreet seat in the back, far from any windows. He would sometimes come in with a book or a friend, but you had yet to see his face. He was polite and his voice was kind and soft. His eyes glistened the way coffee does when it’s freshly served. You liked seeing him around, as if there was in him something that mirrored your loneliness. You kept yourself from feeding into this feeling, though, his secretive appearance reading as a “do not disturb” sign. One of your coworkers had informed you the coffee shop shares its street with a famous entertainment company and you sometimes wondered if he was not just one of the many idols working there.

You decided to clean up any table that needed to be cleaned when a young man rushed into the coffee shop, nearly bumping into you as he passed by. He didn’t even bother greeting you or your coworker and had a very determined look on his face. A bad kind of determination. His steps were heated and quick. You instantly noticed he was moving towards the young man sitting alone in the back. Before you even realized, you were swiftly following his pace. Coffee shops were relatively tranquil environments but the romantic setting had been the witness of numerous break-ups and lover's quarrels. You had learned to play the diplomat as to maintain the peace many customers seek here. The young man sitting at the booth seemed to pay no mind to his furious acquaintance, that until the other man screamed his name. You could feel every head in the café rise and turn. You promptly looked back at your coworker in a desperate attempt to communicate your surprise when the young man at the booth finally got up and asked the other man who he was. The angry man seemed even more furious now, as if the question had lit a fire in him. From where you were manically swiping a table that was already clean, you heard him mumble something about his girlfriend leaving him for the other man. A lover’s quarrel again it seemed. What is it with Thursday evenings… 

The few customers that hadn’t already left after the man shouted didn’t seem to be interested in the situation one bit, which you deemed lucky if the mystery customer was indeed a celebrity. This wasn’t the kind of free advertising neither him nor the coffee shop would enjoy. The man at the booth seemed to have no idea what the angry man was talking about, and you wondered if it was a habit of his, stealing people’s girlfriends. Were you always this noisy when anything eventful happened here on a slow evening? Or was it the glistening eyes of the young man that had drawn you in? Your gazes met when the angry man started spewing insults. Something else then caught your attention, something shiny that the angry man held in his right hand. Is this a knife? You wondered. IS THIS A KNIFE? You rushed to the scene when it finally hit you. The angry man was raising his knife to the customer when you placed your hand on his shoulder, swiftly making him turn to you. He froze in surprise as you grabbed onto the knife’s blade. You kept a straight face as blood started to run from your palm and immediately used the cleaning spray still in your other hand to blind the man with its content. He whined as the spray burned his eyes and intuitively let go of the knife to cover himself. A gasp escaped from the few witnesses and you heard your coworker dial the police. The angry man must have noticed too, and decided to flee the scene. 

Your heart was pounding in your veins and you could barely make sense of your surroundings, if it wasn't for the familiarity of it. The customer you had just saved was standing in front of you now, talking. You couldn't make out the words but kept on repeating that you were okay, that everything was…okay…the man grabbed onto your sides before you could collapse. His closeness made it easier for you to hear him.

“Let me take you to the hospital,” he said.

You nodded as an answer and the both of you were quickly out of the coffee before anyone could fully digest what had happened. He pulled you in his car as the lights of the city flew around you into thousands of shooting stars. You felt warm and cold at the same time. You fold in the car seat after this stranger - what am I doing in a car with a stranger? - kindly puts your seat belt on.

“Are you okay? I'm so sorry…” he says as he starts the car.

- “I'm fine… it's been a long… day… I just… I'm just tired…” you answer. “I haven't eaten yet.”

You can feel the car going faster as the night sky and the buildings blend into brush strokes. You can faintly see the man’s reflection in your window. His eyes draw your features on the glass like a wet brush fuses with aquarelle. You don't know whether you should trust your sight or not. After all, you're still in shock from what happened. What happened? 

“We’re here,” the man says. You feel a shiver crawl down your spine. His voice is kind and soft. You let him guide you out of the car, carefully holding you by the arm as to let your injured hand rest. 

- “Lucky me being left-handed,” you say. Both of you lightly chuckle to diffuse the tension as you make your way to the hospital entrance. 

The stranger helps you fill the paperwork as you wait on one of the temporary beds in the emergency room.  You realize he now knows your name while you do not know his. A nurse comes in to check on you and the man tells you he will wait for you in the waiting room. The cut is less deep than you had expected. You were fortuitous to be holding on a dust rag when you grabbed the knife by the blade. That was a pretty dumb move… The nurse neatly stitches you up, warning you of the future scar you’ll get. She prescribes you painkillers for the few days to come and a check-up in two weeks from now. You are not to work for seven days which feels like a bigger punishment than the scar. 

You come to join the stranger in the waiting room but he is nowhere to be found. You take a seat wondering if you should call a cab or wait. You finally decipher his back at the front desk. He is lean and comfortably dressed. He turns to you and smiles as he hastily walks to join you. A plastic bag dangles from one of his hands.

“Here. You said you haven’t eaten yet. I didn’t know what you liked so I got you a bit of everything.”

- “Thank you,” you reply. You open the bag to discover a variety of convenience store snacks. You open up an onigiri and bite into it.

“What did the nurse say?” He asks politely.

- “She had to stitch me up but the cut wasn’t deep enough for any nerve to be damaged. I still have to come back in two weeks.” you answer while finishing your snack. To hell with being well-mannered. “I should go pay the bill.”

“No need,” he says, eyes locking into yours. “It’s the least I could do.” You look into each other for a moment, slowly blinking in agreement. “Should I drive you back to the coffee shop… or perhaps your home?” 

You hesitate before answering. After everything you are still two strangers. Or at least he is to you. A stranger who causes trouble in public places nonetheless…

- “Home, if you don’t mind,” you answer, inclined to trust him no matter what. You both get up and leave. He hands you the bag on your way out and gently insists you keep its content. You can tell words are clogging in his throat. You’re both seated back in the car when he finally talks again.

“I don’t know whether I should apologize or thank you.” he says, head low on the steering wheel. “Thank you.” his eyes meet yours as he says those words heavily. 

- “Ah! No worries, I’m a part-time knife catcher. Coffee doesn’t pay the bills” you answer with a grin on your face. He laughs the stress off.

“Rest if you want.” You wonder if he’s always this caring as the car drives away. You rest your head on the cold window and your eyes quickly shut. Had they been opened you would have noticed how quickly his smile left his mouth. How soft his gaze was whenever he could look at you instead of the road. How his fingers nervously played with the leather of the steering wheel.

The car smoothly makes its way in front of your apartment when you finally wake up. You look up at the driver with tired eyes. He seems as exhausted as you. 

“Thank you for driving me home,” you tell him softly.

- “It’s the least I could do.”

“I don’t even know your name”

- “It’s…” he hesitates and you wonder why. “It’s Lee Minho.” You realize it’s your first time seeing him without a hat or a face mask. When did he remove them? His face is familiar but you can’t pin it. He is strickingly handsome which leaves you silent for a few minutes.

“I don’t mean to intrude but… whoever this man was, you should probably go to the police about him.” you finally say.

- “I don’t know him. I swear. Maybe he mistook me for someone else… I mean I have a pretty common name” You nod, more as a way to show you understood than you agree. You don’t agree. Something about this whole situation seems off. But it doesn’t really have to be your problem does it?

“Alright… I believe you.” You do not understand why but you truly do. “I should go now, it’s getting late.” He stays silent when you open the door and leave. As you fetch your keys, he comes out of the car to join you and hands you a piece of paper.

- “Here. Take this. It has my number on it. If anything happens, call me. I’ll be there.” he says. His dark eyes reflect the light like the sea reflects the moon. Your hands gently brush as you take the card, leaving goosebumps all over both of your bodies.

“Goodnight, Lee Minho” you say before the entrance to your apartment closes.

- “Goodnight, Y/N.” he calls back. 

You dreamed of nothing but coffee and him that night, feverish with pain and infatuation. 

[causalitylinked]

    The moment Himari suddenly seizes his face with both her hands, Kobato would immediately freeze, for the reaction she exhibited was certainly much more different than what he was normally accustomed to; after all, on the off chance he ever said something absolutely shameless, girls would normally smack him, but instead, her fingers would go on to cover his eyes and lips, causing him to instinctively reach up to grasp her wrists.

    Considering he didn't wish to hurt her, however, his grip remains gentle as he subsequently pries off the hand that obscured his vision. Though, when it came to the other one, he'll first shift his hand around until he was holding the flat end of her palm against his lips, before giving it a kiss and pulling it away until they lingered over her knuckles.

    Afterwards, he'll then send a wink her way... completely oblivious to the fact Himari might be more so uncomfortable than embarrassed by his earlier remarks. Then again, this was the same guy who ended up hitting on Kiriko when she was crying back in Redo, so it could be argued his complete lack of discretion and consideration wasn't much of a surprise at this point. "Why? 'Cause I'm super crazy about you obviously~" Kobato finally whispers against her skin.

    "Whenever I'm with you, Himarin, my heart feels like it's on absolute faaaaiya! ♥̩"

The pitying expression on her face lasted for all of three seconds, every word that tumbled from Kobato's lips adding another notch of severe embarrassment.

She couldn't fault him for being out-spoken. He was brave and bold, speaking his mind rather than squirreling away his thoughts. It was a wonderful idea to compliment people shamelessly, but she supposed he could have gone about it a better way.

Could have gone about complimenting her in a better way too, but she hardly had it in her heart to stop him. She was too flustered, too foggy in the mind to properly put together a string of words that demanded respect and honesty.

She could, however, panic and act on that mess of feelings.

She didn't slap him. Violence wasn't in her nature, but she did reach out and cover his face with both of her trembling hands. She tried to focus on his mouth, but the horrible awkwardness of it all meant her hands had gone all over his face. His lips and eyes were covered, but she couldn't sprout an extra pair of hands to cover his ears. If she could, she would have and disguised her uneasy whimpers.

"St—Stop!" She pushed him away, hands still glued firmly to his face. "Why are you saying that?!"

[causalitylinked]

WHICH RAGE LANGUAGE ARE YOU?

open the floodgates.

your frustration turns into tears quickly. the strength of your fury is so potent that it sets off the waterworks out of pure rage. you hate it, because whoever's pissed you off thinks it's funny, like you're not tough and you can't defend yourself. you can, you just need to get through the haze of emotions first.

TAGGED BY: @ofliminalities​ ( thank you for the mention! <3333 perhaps one day, i’ll try to be more active. )

TAGGING: @heraid / @hembralfa / @spiritpyro ( hayate and rokuro! ) / @lastgenesis​ / @fractalle / @aaternum / @crimsontroupe ( equinox ) and whoever else would like to do this!

[nerdieforpedro]

Weekend Update 05/12/2024

I’m back! Two weeks in a row!

Very good Nerdie. We appreciate this. We’ve been keeping tabs and you’ve been busy this week.

I did dabble in a few things this week.

A new discord server started by myself and my friend fhatbhabie for Latinx/Black/POC Pedro stans. It’s one of those things where I shouldn't have been as surprised by the overwhelming support for it as I was. It’s actually been pretty awesome and I’ve had very thoughtful DMs. The name of the server is Unhinged Clubhouse.

I wrote my first mostly smut fic in a while with Dave York. Trule wasn’t expecting him of all Pedro characters but, the smut fairy does what she wants, when she wants and I just gotta roll with it. It was another entry for Jett’s Flora & Fauna Challenge. 

Going through my inbox - mostly caught up but still a few outstanding replied to be made. Sorry about that.

Lastly, working on WIPs and deciding in addition to working more on Weddings 101 with Dieter, which other series I’ve been working on did I want to pop out there? Frankie and Ezra’s series are finished and I think I might wrap up the on Din series in the next part or two. The other Din series I have to workshop a bit. I have ideas of who I want to pop up next from Star Wars, I just need to work it in. 

Also Weddings Dieter: Sesame Street, Reading Rainbow and cheese? How do we feel about this? I also could use some help in deciding between the following for my next series: Marcus Pike vs. hot dogs + therapy, me finally writing nice things for Javi P, Dieter + brick house + you and a baby, and Pero Tovar + Dragon for revenge? 

Lastly, does anyone have some prompts for nipples? It sounds weird, but consider, this is me. Also with @mysterious-moonstruck-musings influence, I have a weird bullet point list and made a horrible drawing. I just need to write something so it will leave my mind. I hope. 

Side note: Nerdie now has reblogs queued up to July 21st. The queue shall know no rest! 😎

Nerdie, like are you sure there’s no recreational use of anything? Like really sure?

Nah, these ideas are all from a sober mind. And I shudder to think what I would be like if I did, so I don’t partake. Mainly because I’m a scaredy cat and also my alcohol tolerance is low. Plus I like mixed drinks. 🤭

Now it’s time for everyone’s favorite part:

Fic recommendations! I read a lot this week!

1. Worth A Thousand Words by @intoanotherworld23 (Joel Miller x f reader)

2. Chapter 1 - Howdy Neighbor! by @inept-the-magnificent (Frankie Morales x Plus sized OFC)

3. A Rugged Kindness by @pedropascalsx (Pero Tovar x F reader)

4. Just the Lilac by @djarinmuse (Dieter Bravo x F reader/OC)

5. Torment Part 2 - Terror by @djarinmuse (Din Djarin x Fem OFC)

6. Torment Part 3 - Horror by @djarinmuse (Din Djarin x Fem OFC)

7. Torment Part 4 - Wounded by @djarinmuse (Din Djarin x Fem OFC)

8. Torment Part 5 - Victims by @djarinmuse (Din Djarin x Fem OFC)

9. Torment Part 6 - Trauma by @djarinmuse (Din Djarin x Fem OFC)

10. Torment Part 7 - Healing by @djarinmuse (Din Djarin x Fem OFC)

11. Fall Into You by @megamindsecretlair (Kevin Atwater x black fem/plus size reader)

12. For lifetimes of missing each other - chapter 1: Meat Cute by @tinytinymenace (Demon Pero Tovar x OFC)

13. For lifetimes of missing each other - chapter 2: One Bed by @tinytinymenace (Demon Pero Tovar x OFC)

14. For lifetimes of missing each other - chapter 3: Happily Ever After by @tinytinymenace (Demon Pero Tovar x OFC)

15. So Much Goddamn Talkin’ by @stargirlfics (Joel Miller x Black fem reader)

16. To the Flame chapter fourteen by @pedroshotwifey (Dark Javier Peña x fem reader) DDDE

17. Scattered Promises chapter 1 by @soft-persephone (Din Djarin x AFAB OFC)

18. Waffles and Cigarettes by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin (Javier Peña x fem reader)

This week I hope to have a new series up, maybe chapter six of Weddings 101 and my entry for the Dieter Bravo Brainrot Serve club challenge (it’s slightly over the word count - I’m going to see if it will still make sense on another edit). I dunno if all of those will happen, but at least one of them should. 

Stay safe and hydrated everyone!

Love Nerdie! 🥰 💜💜💜

[serandipity]

This is an indie multi muse rp blog for muses from the Legend of Zelda, Harvest Moon, Rune Factory, Final Fantasy, F.ire Emblem, and guest starring a few OC's penned by Serenade or Sera. OC friendly, crossover friendly, but slow replies ahoy.

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Muse List + Doc : Here Interest Tracker Thread tracker - To check if your thread is currently in queue go to the top and click 'show currently queued threads'. This will list threads currently sitting in my queue. Please note: this list only says that a thread is in the queue, not when it will pop up. If you would like your thread to post sooner please reach out to me.

Shipping Interest Tracker. Associated with: @agloryofuniicorns

Followed for a specific muse and don't want to see the others? Totally understandable! My tagging system for muses is muse: '[c.haracter name]' so just add that to your filter list and the posts should be filtered to keep your dash clean!

fandoms are tagged as fandom: [n.ame of f.andom]. Dots included. This is to keep things out of the main tags

my art is tagged as doodle book [m.use name] other art reblogged is tagged as portraits: [m.use name]

the little lady that appears in the promo image is Starlette Teaflower, a fun little oc of mine who is a muse on the blog. c:

I typically write at work and then dump what I have end if day. You are most likely to get posts from me after 11pm EST. How many posts go out really revolves around how busy work was. If I’m not at work I’m probably not writing cause I’m hanging out with Benji Mobile Friendly Muse List + Rules under the cut

001. I am mutuals only, but I’m not super picky over who I follow. I don’t usually follow first, but I am trying to follow more people. If I follow you, assume I wish to write with you in some capacity. 002 .I will only write with people who are 18+. I do not want minors interacting with my posts or with me at all. I was a teacher for 5+ years and I am uninterested in curating my private space for minors the way I had to curate my professional space. I will hard block you if you’re a minor 003. Treat me the same way you’d want to be treated. Do not push for a ship, do not push for me to reply, do not god mode, etc etc. I feel I really don’t have to spell most of this out because this should all be basic RP etiquette already. 

I don’t really care if you reblog memes or images from me. I will sometimes post my own personal art. If you like it or it is relevant to your blog, you are free to reblog it.

If I reblog something from you like a meme or something and you find you want me to reblog from source instead let me know. I try to do that but I’m mobile a lot and sometimes I honestly just forget

004. I write at work most of the time, and am not on tumblr on my days off. This can mean there are days where I am not writing depending on how busy work is. I have a thread tracker to check if I have replied to something and it’s usually* up to date

*sometimes it is not and if it is not please feel free to dm me and ask.

005. My three muse classifications are Available, Request Only, and Private.

AVAILABLE muses can be written with anyone and I will be comfortable tossing them at you without request.

REQUEST ONLY is what it implies; they have to be requested. This is either due to my muse/grasp of the character being lesser, or the character being of Dubious Quality. You don’t have to hesitate to request it, however. If you express interest in it privately to me I will gladly throw a request only muse into your ask box for meme’s

PRIVATE means the muse is being written for someone specific. Likely this is Benji. Do not request a private muse unless we have become friends and you are friends with Benji as well. 

006. Please leave fandom drama at the door!

Some of the fandoms I write in are notorious for having… contentious views over specific characters, and I do not wish to partake in this. I like my muses, I like writing them, and I will continue to write them. Additionally, I will be writing darker topics (they all will be tagged and under readmores).

If you feel the need to police me for my muses or for the content that I write, I will block you. 007. With the exception of a few, most muses are written as being over 18. This includes muses who may not be canonically that age, but will be with time. All interactions with them being over 18 are set after their canon events. If this bothers you, do not follow me. 008. While I feel I’m not slow, I tend to have a lot of interactions and I will always prioritize my friends over others. This does not mean I do not want to write with you, but you will likely see some partners receiving replies daily while you receive a reply once every few weeks. This is another case of ‘if this bothers you, do not follow me’.

On this note, I also only would like to follow blogs I am actively writing with. If we do not have a meaningful thread after 2-3 months, I will unfollow. 009. I adore shipping and will be posting a shipping call on my actual blog that will detail my guidelines in more detail. But, to suffice - unless a muse is private (or under the age of 18), consider them shippable! All muses can assumed to be bisexual Muse list below:

F.inal F.antasy -E.renville - F.F14 - Request -E.stinien - F.F14 - Available -R.yne - F.F14 - Available -V.enat - F.F14 - Request -K.oana - F.F14 - Request -I.sabella ( the Dame) - FF16 - Available - M.id - F.F16 - Request -S.leipnir - F.F16 - Request -C.id - F.F16 - Available - D.ion - F.F16 - Available - I.gnis - F.F15 - Request - P.rompto - F.F15 - Request -G.entiana - F.F15 - Request - A.ranea - F.F15 - Request F.ire E.mblem - D.orothea - F.E3H - Available - H.ubert - F.E3H - Private - F.elix - F.E3H - Available - M.arianne - F.E3H -Request -B.ernadetta - F.E3h - Request -S.ylvain - F.E3H - Request -M!B.yleth - canon divergent / au based - Request -J.eralt - F.E3H - Request -F.layn - F.E3H - Request - R.hea - F.E3H - Request - C.laude - F.E3H - PRIVATE - I.vy - F.E E.ngage - Request - H.ortensia - FE Engage - Request - V.eyle - F.E E.ngage - Request -C.eline - F.E E.ngage - Request -M!Alear - F.E E.ngage - Request

H.arvest M.oon P.opuri - H.arvest Moon 64/ FomT - Available K.aren - H.arvest Moon 64/ FomT - Available E.lli - H.arvest Moon 64/ FomT - Available M.ary - H.arvest Moon 64/ FomT - Available S.kye - H.arvest Moon DS Cute - Request H.arvest K.ing - H.arvest M.oon A.nimal P.arade - Request W.izard - H.arvest M.oon A.nimal P.arade - Request C.andace - H.arvest M.oon A.nimal P.arade M.atthew - S.tory of S.easons A W.onderful L.ife - Request N.ami - S.tory of S.easons A W.onderful L.ife - Request N.ikolai - H.arvest Moon W.inds of A.nthos - Request K.ingdom H.earts A.qua - B.BS / K.H3 - Request

L.egend of Z.elda H.ylia - L.ore - Available D.in - L.ore - Request N.ayru - L.ore - Request F.arore - L.ore - Request S.ky Z.elda - S.kyward S.word - Request F.i - S.kyward S.word - Request S.heik - canon divergent / o.ot au based - Available M.alon - O.carina of T.ime - Request N.abooru - O.carina of T.ime - Request R.uto - O.carina of T.ime - Request M.ikau - M.ajora's M.ask - Request Lulu - M.ajora's M.ask - Request D.eku P.rincess - Request M.idna - T.wilight P.rincess - Request T.etra - W.ind W.aker - Request M.ipha - B.reath of the W.ild - Request R.iju - B.reath of the W.ild P.okemon L.illie - S.un and M.oon - Available Gladion - S.un and M.oon - Request Lusamine - S.un and M.oon - Request R.ika - S.carlet and V.iolet - Request L.arry - S.carlet and V.iolet - Request

R.une F.actory M.ist - R.F1 / R.FF - Request L.ynette - R.F1 - Request S.haron - R.F1 - Request B.ianca - R.F1 / R.FF - Request I.ris N.oire - R.FF - Request I.ris B.lanche - R.FF - Request M.icah - R.F3 - Request P.ia - R.F3 - Available F.rey - R.F4 - Request V.ishnal - R.F4 - Request D.olce - R.F4 - Request L.eon - R.F4 - Request L.ucas - R.F5 - Request M.urakamo - R.F5 - Request M.isasagi - R.F5 - Request Tales of S.orey - Z.estirea - PRIVATE E.dna - Z.estirea - Available Z.aveid - Z.estirea / B.erseria - PRIVATE R.okurou - B.erseria - Available L.aphicet - B.erseria - Request D.ohalim - A.rise - Request R.inwell - A.rise - Request

Other Media V.ex'ahlia - Legends of Vox Machina TV Show - Request Original Characters Starlette Teaflower - Request Mina Oronir - WoL OC - Request

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    "...Who would even miss someone as damn annoying as you are?" Akira would spare one fleeting glance up at Ryu before shifting his gaze back down towards his motorcycle which he would subsequently begin scrubbing down with a wet cloth. "And besides maybe Amanome, nobody would believe you. But since you won't be shutting your yap anytime soon, I guess I'll still ask... what the hell have you been up to, Tsukihana? Did some other Yakuza family kidnap you for a week or something?"

" Hey there, stranger! Did you miss me? You totally missed me. It's okay, I won't tell anyone you MISSED ME SOOOO MUCH. Wouldn't want anyone to know. " :)

[dionysed]

i might take a break from roleplaying as a whole for a bit (a week? two? more?) or wont be as active in roleplay chats and such unless theres a pending thread to answer or my inner muses REALLY need to reply to something. i keep feeling very unmotivated, or discouraged and distracted due to rl life things keeping me busy and such, and the only time of day i can actually sit down and write is very late at night when most people are already asleep or i feel exhausted to do anything AUGH im so sorry, i think i just need to find a new rythm to fall into that incorporates both things and doesnt end up w me feeling sad

most posts or reblogs you see on my accs are queued these days from the night before and such but i really dont feel as inspired anymore and even keep feeling guilty about a whole lot of things, so i'm taking a break to sort things out if possible! if you have me on discord you can dm me about stuff of course, be it characters or completely unrelated things from rp

[cinghialefedele]

I think... I'm gonna be a bit more selective in who I put effort into interacting with? Like, just in general, bc I'm starting to pick up on some patterns that feels like certain people are being fake with me? Like wanting asks from me, or lightly plotting things or saying they want to write w me and then completely ignoring everything I send them. Like not even joking, practically every single thing I send has never been responded to or asks answered despite these individuals saying they want to write with me and it's.

Like sending a very clear message certain people just want to satiate me ooc to shut me up and leave them alone.

I understand being busy, and having your own life. Trust me. I work 2 jobs, 12+ hrs a day, 6 days a week. But I still try to (and 99% of the time do eventually) get around to everyone I say I want to interact with, and i think it's also unfair to people as busy as me to fake interest in interacting with us when we only have so much time in the day and end up wasting it sending things to people who actually don't want to interact. It's not like their accounts are inactive. They're posting and writing with other people. Just block me or say you don't want to interact with my particular muse or something. Or don't ask to write with me.

This isn't about anyone I have current threads with, I know I owe you all and this feeling has effected my writing motivation here, but I promise I'm getting to it. I have two of the 6 ish drafts I have to write queued already as I slowly get back to it.

I'm grateful for all the people who have indeed checked on me since I've been here less and who've offered to send me things to get me back in the flow here, I will try to reblog some starter/ask memes like you suggested so we can get something going, soon.

TL;DR, My absence here is in part to realizing some of the people I admired and wanted to write with here probably see me as just a nuisance, but I'm going to tighten my writing gloves and stop giving those people my attention and start replying to my current threads again and trying to branch out and extend my current writing circle here.

Thank you all.

[maxmoffs]

oke ! i've queued up a lot of writing , and really poured my heart through wanda tonight , have i mentioned how much i just love her so much? haha... and i cannot wait to yap and SHARE MORE HC YAPS and just more major comic references for yall , bc wahh there's a LOT . both from my old deep dive of my old blog , to new ones . wahhh im so truly giddy happy about her and voice-ing her gahhhh <3 , i wrote this on my multi as my disclaimer yap that , i know my loyalty to wanda has always been quite strong and so 'keeping a character consistent' i know im one to stay for a long run when i've fallen deeply indulge with writing and pouring much love to a character . so i wont be going anywhere for a bit

( until i obvs cant anymore bc life , like i said i never thought i'd ever come back after 3+ yrs lmao , AAA really had a big factor bc i also love witch lore/witchy films + shows , wandavision too but not as enough , so my muse ignited so fr . i really dont know how long i'll be around hence why i stated in my rules im so sporadic and mood dependant , all of this and me coming back is the most impulse thing i did this year LMAO bc my life is also actually quite busy and serious, so i do consider this as my own very space to unwind and just not lose my creative spark <3 so im enjoying this for as long as i can )

[uroborosymphony]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN

NAME?: Lynn, Lynnie

PRONOUNS?: She / Her

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION?: I use discord for chatting, plotting, talking about muses and making servers for resources and group plots! IMs is annoying, if someone's serious about plotting and doing things together, let's just go to discord

MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S)?: I have several blogs so my main blog is @uroborosymphony and I'm also a lot on @geaesaekki. The two most active muses are Ara and Gaya my favorite psychos

EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS?: I would say 10 years. I started on Tumblr back in 2012 it was such a long time ago wow. Then I moved to twitter it was fun the first years then turned into a waste of time and now back to Tumblr for some OG roleplay and I Love it here.

BEST EXPERIENCE?: Like Ferre, Lena and Winter said : our group plots!! Our verses are sooo exciting and the creativity is INSANE I love everything about it!! Also being back to Tumblr is soo satisfying and the fact I met all these amazing writers with whom we aspire to the same things for our muses I love it here.

RP PET PEEVES?: Honestly I've found my people all the RP pet peeves I used to have are completely gone. Simple : I deleted the people I couldn't stand anymore and all is right in the world, rp is perfect.

FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT?: I love a fair mix of all! I just like my plots intricate and with many layers and the moment we have that, it gives depth to any fluff angst and smut we might make

PLOTS OR MEMES?: I would say plots, I LOVE plottings I always have ideas left and right. What I like the most with plots is that then we get to discuss our muses and keep imagining more and more things to get into so it's not static plotting it's like an everyday plotting kind of situation with me .

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES?: Funnily enough it depends on the blogs and muses. I tend to write very long stuff here on @uroborosymphony and for my japanese boys @yaoogui too because the plots lead to long replies. As for @geaesaekki I manage do do shorter things. I like shorter things too these days, it's fun.

TIME TO WRITE?: It varies but usually during week days after work if I'm free in the evening, because on the weekends I'm always busy and traveling. I wish I could do something cool like a queued system but I tend to immediatly post when I get something done.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)?: I don't think I am, my characters are usually insane, very toxic and love to toy with peoeple's mind HAH. I'm kinder than most of them even if I don't take shit from nobody. But I might be a psycho too who knows :)

tagged by: @stillresolved and @mythvoiced Love you hehehe

[causalitylinked]

older kobato.

( picrew edits of twenty seven year old kobato i made, because i realized hiro.fumi yoshida lacked angry/annoyed/indignant expressions when i browesed through my icons of him! tbh, i could have made him look more like his adult faceclaim, but ultimately, i decided windswept hair actually suited him better... so i went with the default tousled look for him, changed his eye colour, and added piercings over his ear. )

[amischiefofmuses]

Stocked my queue with memes, musings, aesthetics and muse pics finally. Now at least my blog will still be doing stuff when I'm busy. Currently it's set to post 4 a day and they're all tagged as queued, so hopefully it won't cause confusion as to when I'm actually online. Don't think I can get much done today, if anything because I'm going out for a date (of sorts??) where we're going for dinner and then going out to see a ton of pretty lights at a forest christmas display! I'll try to take lots of pics to share for munday c: