#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! )

[causalitylinked]

    Of course, while he was certainly open to suggestions, Akira would obviously draw the line at Ryu potentially wanting him to make something as time consuming as, for instance... smoked and cured salmon, especially considering he didn't yet have a smoker, but thankfully, she confirmed her normalcy by instead telling him she wanted nikujaga for dinner. To that end, he'll soon mull it over with a gloved hand clasped against his tilting head while his brows subsequently dipped a bit lower beneath his dark, wispy fringes in a subtle display of quiet contemplation.

    "...Yeah, I could easily whip that up," Akira acknowledges at long last before eventually lowering his hand back down along his side and ambling his way over to the staircase so he could ascend it. "Since I do still have onions, carrots, potatoes, and sukiyaki beef lying around in my fridge, I could make a version without shirataki noodles using the pot Aunt Natsumi gave me last year," he finds himself musing out loud while climbing up each step. Naturally, it would be nothing all that special... just your average, run of the mill nikujaga using standard Japanese ingredients, but with Ami being rather easy to please, he doesn't doubt she'll over-exaggerate how delicious it was; after all, that girl already makes it sound like he was some excellent five star chef, even though their meals only ever consisted of simple stir frys, hamburger steak, omurice, and less complicated Japanese dishes.

    "I'll also boil some extra rice. Anything else you want in it, though, it'll have to come from your place." By the time he finally reaches his front door, Akira turns back around to face Ryu. ...In other words, if she wanted more green vegetables or some sesame seeds on the carrots, then she'll have to lend him the ingredients from her own apartment, because those were things he has yet to buy.

What a sweet, beautiful angel of a kid, her heart delighted with the thought of being so fondly regarded. “    It was high time I got recognition for being funny! Your aunt is raising her so well.   ”  She was positively tickled by the admission, even if she slipped a small joke. Something about someone else taking heed of her absence made her feel a little warm inside. But she doesn’t voice that, gently patting Akira’s shoulder before letting her arm fall back at her sides. “   I’ll be sure to let her know. Can’t go disappointing my number one fan. You being second of course.   ” Ryu grins, stepping back a moment as he fastens the lock for his motorcycle. Ami was a good kid. But she also had good people around her. She’d met Natsumi a few times, busy woman it seemed, but she was always kind. And though his general apathy could be hard to read at times; Akira's actions were enough. The dynamic made her a little reminiscent over her own brother, Akira and him differed a lot, but some of the ways he’d take care of Ami reminded her of him. She’d never go hungry at his table, that was for sure.

“   Dinner for three? I’d love that!   ” She rests her hands against her hips– choices, choices. Besides the obvious cuts of meats waiting back in her apartment, Ryu could go for just about anything. Her stomach was a permissive beast and if it was being offered, she’d never refuse! But seeing as he was giving her a choice… “   Well, I wouldn’t mind having nikujaga tonight, seeing as it’s been real cold lately and all?   ” She says tentatively, gauging his reaction to the suggestion.

[imujings]

[j.ww] say my name

synopsis. | a snowstorm has hit your city, the surprising cold front making it hard for anyone to go anywhere. good thing you and wonwoo are already busy with… other things.

♯ pairing(s). | jeon wonwoo x gn!reader ♯ genre(s). | suggestive (MDNI) & fluff ♯ wc. | 1.1k ♯ warnings. | making out, cursing, wonu calls gn!reader pretty, handsy!wonu, lil bit of sub!reader, lil hair pulling, some grinding, lip biting, pet names (baby)

jay's musings. | m.. making out w wonu during a snowstorm mfqwkdjfjf,,, ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) … (ty @wheeboo for beta reading <3)

Outside is the picture perfect shot of a winter wonderland. Snow blankets the streets of the city, your high-rise apartment giving a breath-taking view of the twinkling lights as people begin to wind down from the day’s escapades.

A snowstorm had taken your area hostage in the middle of the day, and shivering figures could be seen frigidly walking along the sidewalks in a hurry to get home, clearly eager to get out of the cold and uninviting environment.

Inside your cozy space, however, is an entirely different atmosphere.

The only light on is the Himalayan salt lamp sitting on a shelf some ways away, its warm orange lighting draping the room in a rich honey glow. Music drifts in from your bluetooth speaker atop the kitchen island; a NIKI song, no doubt queued by Wonwoo from your shared playlist. There’s a buzz in the air, thick and heavy, like a weighted blanket.

It started out innocent enough, cuddling on the couch and absentmindedly watching the snow outside fall. In moments like these, there was no need for words between you and Wonwoo; you both were simply content with the comfortable silence, finding the presence of the other enough of a joy in life. Sometimes, though, the two of you would mumble quiet reassurances to each other, words of affection passed between the two of you like cherished high school notes, your lips idly finding their way to the other’s.

As the flurries turned into a curtain of white flakes, you and Wonwoo were in the middle of a particularly… heated kiss, with you breaking it to breathlessly (and teasingly) ask if he’d like some tea. His eyes, half-lidded and dark behind his fogged-up glasses, followed you out of the living room area. Your taunting gaze didn’t miss the tent in his grey sweatpants.

When you came back from turning on the stovetop, a shit-eating grin on your face, you were greeted with silence. Biting your lip to hide your smile at his obvious irritation, you open your mouth—only for Wonwoo to drag you into his lap, taking his glasses off and fumbling to place them on the side table, before kissing you fiercely.

That was all some time ago. You aren’t too sure how long it's been since then, but a part of you doesn’t really care anymore, too preoccupied with other matters. Such as the man whose lap you’re sitting in.

Your thighs straddle Wonwoo’s, him having gone back to kissing you lazily, as if he had all the time in the world. You suppose he did, given that his early morning schedule tomorrow was cancelled. Your thoughts drifted to profusely thanking the inclement weather for this pop-up opportunity to get lost in him, lips slowing against his. He seems to notice your attention leaving him, the grip of his fingers on your chin tightening, and any coherent thoughts immediately leave your mind as he softly bites your bottom lip.

You whine, cheeks flaming at his touch. “Wonu…”

“Hm?” is his only reply, hands sliding down to rest underneath your hoodie, teasing the waistband of your sweatpants.

A soft, hushed moan falls off of your lips. Your eyes flutter close and you hide your face in his neck, the rumbling of his laugh only making the fire in your lower stomach burn hotter. Wonwoo’s hand, warm and calloused, cups your cheek and brings your mouth back to his.

Kissing Jeon Wonwoo was as easy as breathing. If you could have this as a full-time job, you would take it, no hesitation, and become the richest person in the world. His lips are soft and plump against yours, tasting sweetly of the peach-flavored lip balm you keep in your nightstand. Every time one of you pulled back in the slightest, the other’s lips chased after, shiny and bitten and longing for more.

His other hand is still running along the waistline of your pants, sometimes dipping underneath to snap the hem of your underwear against your skin. You yelp, but he only smiles against your lips, squeezing the fat of your hip gently.

“Relax, baby,” Wonwoo murmurs. “Let me take care of you.”

And you let him, your fingers desperately scrambling to find purchase in the hairs at the base of his neck as he gains control. His hand on your cheek disappears again, grabbing onto your hips as he helps you grind into him. The man’s head tilts back a bit, a groan spilling from his lips from the friction, and you trail open-mouthed kisses along the column of his neck. 

“C’mere,” he whispers, pulling you closer until you’re somehow flushed even more against him.

Even through the layers of clothing, you feel the warmth of his skin, your fingers further tangling themselves in strands of his hair. His breath is hot against your skin, pressing a sweet kiss to the apple of your cheek. You melt into him with a sigh leaving you. He knows exactly what buttons of yours to push. You adore him for it. Mind quickly turning into mush, he plants another kiss to your other cheek, a saccharine promise, before tugging your bottom lip between his teeth yet again and biting. Hard.

“Wonwoo!” your voice, high and needy, seems to invigorate him; he moans, eyes squeezing shut for a moment. “Wonu, please…”

“Sounds so pretty, saying my name,” he sighs, tone low and gravelly. “Keep going, baby. Feels so good.”

He’s everywhere. All at once. His hands are traveling up and down your sides, fingers making your skin tingle and burn with the brightest fires. Your brain is foggy, unable to think of anything other than the feel of his tongue swiping against yours and his hips bucking up right where you need him, hard and heavy in just the right way. Something in your stomach starts to burn, coiling with a pressure you know all too well, your telling whimpers being muffled again and again by his lips. One particular and delicious drag of his hips against yours awards him with a beautifully choked sob. If he keeps going, just like that—

The wail of the kettle startles away the fog in your brain.

You pull away, panting, lips swollen and hair disheveled. The blue throw that’s been teetering on the edge of the couch finally falls to the floor in a heap from the sudden movement. Your eyes are wide with alarm, but Jeon Wonwoo just stares at you as if you’ve gone and hung up every star in the damn sky.

“Wonwoo! The tea!”

[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)

[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).

[nan0-sp1der]

> H.A.S.S._INFO

Greetings. It seems you have found my internet blog, or 'Tumblr', as one would call it. Here you will find some basic information about myself, as seen below. Do read through it at your leisure or at your convenience.

> NAME: " BRIDGE ", HUMANOID ANDROID SURVEYOR SYSTEM, NAN0-SPIDER, "BB"

> ACTIVATION DATE: DECEMBER 24TH, 3048, 4:00:35 UTC

> WEIGHT: 95 LBS / 43.09 KG

> HEIGHT: 5 FT 8 IN / 172.72 CM

> SPECIES: ANDROID, ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE, " SPIDER-PERSON ", " THING "

> LOCATION: EVERYWHERE AND NOWHERE

> MBTI: ENTJ-A

> ADD. DOCUMENTATION 🔗

> AUDIO RECORD 🔗 [MISSING ENTRIES]

> VISUAL REFERENCE:

> CONNECTIONS

> Boss - @spiderman2-99

> Allies - @lyrate-lifeform-approximation , @glowing-arachnid , @kari-araneaai , @noir-spider-noir , @peterbsideparker , @spiderbite-from-0202 , @ghostly-sunflower , @itsmiguel2099 , @peacockjumpingspider , @criskape , @spideroracleofficial , @whodo-yourvoodoo , @dumbgreenmutt42, @spiritarachnid , @i-love-vines , @whosmoraless , @thespider-witch , [INCOMPLETE DATA SET]

> Enemies - Deimos

> VERSES / 'AU's'

{ Use the appropriate symbols when sending asks for specific verses. }

> ☉ ​​ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ - Bridge can no longer ignore the failures she saw to fruition on E-003B1U. Her next of kin, Deimos, has returned from certain death, and has sought out their discarded counterpart to gain the power which they lack in order to see through their objectives of total machine domination of the human species. With no other options, and without prior warning, she flees back to the cosmos, only to warn those curious enough to follow that they know not what they seek. [ TEMPORARILY INACTIVE ] > ⎔ 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘓𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘉𝘰𝘥𝘺! - After a particularly catastrophic end to a mission, Bridge has completely lost her corporeal form and has been relegated to a hologram, much like LYLA. She must now navigate the world with considerably less hardware and computational power. [ WORK IN PROGRESS ]

> DIRECTORY

// post tags

> .IMG - reposted images

> .TXT - reposted textposts

> .LOG - IC blog posts

> Active Processes - physical interaction posts

> ABOUT_H.A.S.S. - headcannons about the muse

> { mun's art } - you get it

> { mun's writing } - self-explanatory

> { ask the mun/muse } - the ask game tag

> { OOC } - mun posting

> { Patch Notes } - small but relevant updates to the blog and other yammering from mun about the blog that is supposedly relevant like seriously who cares?

> { a blip on your dash } - queued posts

> MUN_INFO/RULES

Mun/Admin: misnomer/misno/'mis', she/they/them--nonbinary preferred

lives in the EST timezone

Other Blogs: @asciiid, @whodo-yourvoodoo

{ OOC looks like this by the way. This is mun, hi. A lot of Bridge's blog posts might have this weird formatting, but more often than not it'll just look like a normal post without the additional formatting and whatnot. If this lowers readability for anyone, do let me know asap so I can use a more readable method. }

{ here's some basic guidelines for interacting with the muse or myself }

18+ content is permitted, but smut is a no-go. Gore and violence are ok (I'll include a CW out of courtesy ofc).

Haven't really (openly) dived into shipping the muse yet, but if you're considering, hit me up with a DM and we'll discuss things further for the sake of cohesion. Please, please ask me first.

My activity is a bit scattered. if im slow on the pick-up, im either: burnt-out, busy, still trying to figure out how to reply, or with my head deep in a project of some sort. it's never going to be personal.

If I ever forget about a thread, hit me up! I have the memory of a goldfish (/j) and tend to forget most things with ease. Just remind me.

Asks directed at mun are ok! just be mindful and specify who the ask is for. :)

It's self-explanatory that if you come to cause (genuine) trouble, you're not going to receive a warm welcome. think before you speak.

Kind-of a personal rq but if you're ever curious about oc lore or wanna interact to explore it a bit more, I'll happily oblige! This character has been a passion project for about three years now, so I have plenty to share--both tangible and in the form of thoughts that have yet to see paper... oops.

Random starters to my ask box or tagged are ok! Mind the brief period of inactivity as I formulate a reply.

Wanna do an art or writing collab of some sort? Hit me up at @asciiid! Alternatively, DM me here and we'll discuss there.

Thanks for reading, and see you somewhere out there in the rpc. (^^)

[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!

[dvilsdesire]

// I just wanted to say thank you all SO MUCH for refollowing my blog <3 It's always really nerve racking when you move blogs, wondering if people won't want to interact with you etc because of the move, but you've all been such good sports about it, and you're all amazing. Especially you, personal blogs, who follow my gremlin of a muse <3 and still want to read the chaos that is Haarlep X'D

You're all gems, and thank you so much! This year has been SO busy, last week I returned to work in a new, regional area (I'm a country boy now lol), it's been very overwhelming as a whole, trying to learn a new area etc. It's also been a lot of house work and maintenance in a new home, which has had me very busy as well. Next weekend, I also have some friends staying with us, so I'll... once again... be slow >.<

But after that, I REALLY hope to get back to more scheduled posts and ACTUAL RP and writing! Thank you all for your patience. In the meantime, I do have... a LOT of things queued to keep my blog busy with Lep and Raph content as I move everything from my previous blog <3 I hope you all enjoy the sin that is to come ;)

[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?!"

[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! 🥰 💜💜💜

[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.

[highroadrp]

okie dokie friends. I've got the rest of the bios (kim, layla, and peggy) queued up and some other head canon and aesthetic things from my previous blogs. That said while I'm officially now open for business some things to keep in mind.

This is incredibly low key and I'll get to things when I get to things. I have some loud ass muses right now so things may be a little on the quick side to start out with but it all could very well vary as time passes. Also formatting? Who is she? When I say low key, I mean low key lol.

I do love a good plotting session and while most of my muses have their home canons all are very crossover friendly (especially betty and kim cause I know there's not a whole lot of people who write in their canons). But I also love using memes as a starting point too and you'll certainly see those pop up (probably sooner rather than later lol) so feel free to send in and just specify which muse.

[causalitylinked]

don’t equate your worth to some archaic idea of what the best means. (kensuke!)

            DO REVENGE. » still accepting!

    "Senpai..." Kensuke finds himself murmuring out as if at a momentary loss for words. ...Then again, he realizes she did have a point, causing him to eventually nod with a sigh.

    "Yeah, you're right. I should probably be proud of what I already managed to accomplish on my own... even if it might not be to everyone's tastes," Kensuke then acknowledges. Truth be told, he still wasn't entirely confident when it came to his piano renditions of his favourite classical pieces, but he did try his best to deliver the best performance he possibly could, so even if the audience might have politely applauded, he had to remind himself some might have genuinely enjoyed.

    "After all, I did give it my all out there. ...But whatever the case, thank you for coming out here to support me, Ryu-senpai. As it was my first recital, I was admittedly nervous, being up on stage for the first time," Kensuke finally admits with a single hand lifting upwards to tousle the back of his sandy brown tresses.

@aaternum

[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