#ooc.3 am thoughts (musings)

[masquenoire]

Barring any new asks, I think that's the last of those 'icons only' memes and it was very fun doing them all! Thank you so much for sending them in everyone, I'm feeling more confident about activity again and will hopefully be inspired to write a bit more often from now on providing schedule eases up sometime soon!

[dangaer]

great news is that after panicking me for half the week, our insurance has now confirmed my room isn't an asbestos risk 😭

[mercless]

🗡 hihi i am writing replies and answers slowly! im trying to make sure i collect everything i owe replies to and get them all done before i start posting, trying out this technique to see if it'll get me writing more or smth. ty for your patience by dear mutuals!

[haiocyn]

Batman — or Bruce Wayne Musing

Batman gaze over the city lights and the sound of the wind among the car honks put him in a deep trance. The city is completely full with criminals but at time like this, it’s beautiful.

He wonders, the alternative universe where it’s completely perfect and criminals doesn’t run amok. It’s silly to think that because a perfect doesn’t exist. But he wonders, he thought of it and imagine it, where him and his family is still alive and well.

But Bruce Wayne, or Batman, is nothing more than a realistic. If his family is a alive and well, will he still be batman and save the city of Gotham?

Or will he be part of the richer society, embracing the persona that he put on as Bruce Wayne. Will he just donate his money and thinks it’s the best and naively thinks it helps to make the city better.

He thinks of all the villains who’s under the Wayne’s company who still betrayed his trusts and went on to become a villain.

And then he thinks of all of his adopted sons that he failed. Will they be better off without meeting him? They probably would’ve gone under care of a better suitable family.

Or maybe fate will bring together and Bruce end up adopting them again. Maybe Bruce could have done a better job since he has a better childhood and an active relationship with his parents.

He know’s there are some possibilities . But the universes are big and they are universes that are beautifully or tragically entwined with the same fate.

However, what’s the use of thinking of this while he’s still living in the same universe? The universe where he parent dies tragically, the criminals ran amok, and the sons he failed to be the best father to? Was it really worth it to daydream about something so far out of reach?

He doesn’t know.

But all he know is that he’s grateful he has Alfred with him during the hard time of his life. He is grateful to meet those wonderful friends he met during his life. The friends who fight along side of him. The people who he come across and learn their story.

He is grateful that he has met his sons. He wouldn’t trade the world for them. If there’s another life, he would wished that he could have done better for them.

[lessycusee]

y'know if i do do that extra blog whenever i'm caught up on stuff i might honest to god do a solo blog for gwen stacy -

[ryngzmn]

₊˚ෆ | moving up | S.B (2)

SUMMARY: After you helped him learn how to use a mobile phone, Ben comes to you a few days later so he can learn how to use a laptop.

WORD COUNT: 818.

WARNINGS: not proofread, little bit of swearing, maybe OOC Ben???, use of Y/N (only once).

A/N: a few people suggested I make this a series where reader teaches Ben how to use various pieces of modern technology and I LOVED that idea so here I am with my first series<3. also literally could not come up with a title so I js decided on some basic one…

part one! | part three! | part four! | part five!

Ever since you forced helped Ben work a mobile phone, you realized he started being a little nicer to you.

He didn’t call you names as often and he didn’t yell at you whenever you didn’t refer to him as his super name.

You didn’t ask him about it since you thought that if you did, he’d go back to his bitchy self.

—————————————————————————

Butcher and the others had just left for yet another mission that Butcher didn’t let you go on.

Apparently, he had also noticed how Ben seemed to be a little nicer to you compared to the rest of The Boys.

You didn’t necessarily mind not going on mission and risking injuries, per say, but it got a little boring constantly being told to stay back and watch Ben to make sure he doesn’t blow something up.

Right now, you were sitting at a random desk that was placed in the makeshift hideout, just minding your own business.

Well, you were minding your own business until you heard Ben’s booming voice speak up as he approached you.

“Hey, Y/N.” You raised your head and looked in his direction.

The first thing you noticed was the laptop tucked firmly under his arm. You raised an eyebrow, wondering whose it was since Ben obviously didn’t know how to work a laptop.

“Whose laptop is that, Ben?” You questioned skeptically.

“It’s Hughie’s.” Ben said smugly, throwing a thumb over his shoulder and gesturing to the now empty desk that once had Hughie’s laptop on it before he left.

“Seriously, Ben—“ Before you could protest further, Ben grabbed a chair and placed it next to yours, putting the laptop between you.

“Teach me how to use this thing.” Ben said in a slightly demanding tone.

You rolled your eyes and opened it, noting how Hughie surprisingly didn’t use a password in his laptop.

“Okay, well..” You sighed and looked over at Ben, pointing at the smooth squared area below the keyboard that you were dragging your finger on.

“This is how you drag the cursor. You can also plug in a mouse instead of using that.” Ben just stared at you, his forehead creased.

“A mouse? Why the fuck would you plug in a mouse to a laptop?”

You shook your head, shoulders slumping a bit.

“Not an actual mouse. Like a, uh…” You found yourself stumped on how to explain so you turned back to the laptop and opened the web browser.

“This is the web browser, there’s multiple of these but it looks like Hughie just uses Google. This is where you look stuff up.”

You quickly typed in the word laptop mouse and then turned the screen towards him.

“This is what I meant by mouse. It’s basically a different way to move the cursor.”

Ben nodded before looking at you again. “What’s a cursor?”

You pointed to the small white arrow that was in the middle of the screen. “That’s the cursor.”

“Oh, okay.” Ben moved the laptop closer to him and started snooping through Hughie’s apps and messages.

“Ben-“ You frowned, gently taking the laptop away from him. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

Ben scoffed and mumbled something close to “party pooper” under his breath before he snatched the laptop back.

“I jus’ wanna do something real quick.” He mused, going to Hughie’s messages and scrolling until he found Butcher’s contact.

“What are you doing?” Ben held up a finger to silence you before he started typing something.

You shook your head in disappointment as you read what Ben was trying to send to Butcher.

‘I hate you, you stupid British fuck’

After clicking the send button, Ben laughed boisterously, leaning back in his chair.

“Oh, I can’t wait to see Butcher’s reaction to that message.”

“He’ll probably know it’s you.” You butt in, arms crossed across your chest like an angry parent.

Ben let out a defiant huff. “No he won’t, he’ll totally think Hughie sent it and then chew him a new one.”

—————————————————————————

Eventually, when everyone got back after you taught Ben how to maneuver through a laptop some more, Butcher saw the text and showed it to Hughie.

You sat back with Ben and watched as the color drained from Hughie’s face in a horrific expression.

“I didn’t send that!” He started defending himself immediately, making various points on how the time didn’t match up and how he would never say that to Butcher.

Butcher chuckled before turning to you and Ben, you didn’t hesitate to rat Ben out.

“It was his idea. I was just showing him how to work a laptop.” Ben shot you a glare as you were glad looks couldn’t kill because you’d definitely be dead meat right now.

It was safe to say that instead of Butcher chewing Hughie a new one, it was Ben on the receiving side of Butcher’s scolding.

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reblogs n feedback r appreciated! <3

[hummingbird24220]

OKOKKOKKKK WHAT IFFFFFF reader does something REALLY cringe (like junko posing or speaking in cursive) and zoro just....throws them off of the ship BUTTT everyone forgot that reader is a devil fruit eater so they actually start drowning and no one goes to save them until it's completely silent.. No spashes or nothing. and when someone brings them back on deck (preferably sanji) reader isn't breathing and they almost die. Uhhh sanji x reader if you can (mouth to mouth mayhaps????)

I LOVE YOUR WORKS I HAVE READ THEM ALL BTW ILY AND THE WAY YOU WRITE SANJI

yessssssssss i love a good junko pose. also THANK YOU, i worry Sanji is OOC sometimes but i suppose this is just my interpretation of the sexy man.

Its not as long as i would have liked, but i think it ended in a good place <3

Hope you enjoy!

Consequence of Cringe

Sanji x Reader

The sun was blazing, the sea was calm, and the Straw Hats were just trying to enjoy a peaceful afternoon.

Which, of course, meant the perfect time for you to strike.

You stood on the edge of the Sunny’s deck, one foot perched dramatically on a barrel, your long coat (absolutely unnecessary in this heat) fluttering in the breeze you summoned yourself using a hand fan. With a mischievous smirk, you threw your arms wide and struck the most flamboyant pose imaginable—one that Junko Enoshima would envy.

"Fools! You thought you could live in peace?!” you howled, spinning with over-the-top flair. “But this world is filled with despair! Misery! And bad fashion choices! I—" you twirled, then froze in another pose with a twisted grin—"—am your reckoning. Call me the Cringe King!"

Chopper blinked. “Is this a bit?”

Brook leaned over to Franky. “Yohoho... I can’t tell if they’re joking or actually possessed.”

Usopp was already hiding behind a barrel, muttering something about cursed performance art.

And Zoro?

Zoro didn’t even blink. He just grabbed you by the back of the collar mid-monologue, walked to the edge of the ship with the same casual energy as taking out the trash, and—

“Overboard.”

You screamed all the way down.

SPLASH.

Sanji, who had just walked out of the kitchen with a tray of drinks, frowned. “Huh? What was that?”

“Y/N,” Nami deadpanned, arms crossed.

“They were doing the thing again,” Zoro added with zero remorse.

“Fair,” Luffy said, chewing meat. “It was kinda weird this time.”

"Still," Robin mused, flipping a page of her book, "Zoro, didn’t you say they were a Devil Fruit user?"

There was a long pause.

“...Oh.”

Sanji blinked, the tray clattering to the deck as his brain connected the dots. “WHAT?!”

Heads snapped toward the railing.

No more splashing.

No more shouting.

Just... quiet.

Too quiet.

Sanji didn’t wait. He dove off the edge without another word, tearing through the water like a bullet. It didn’t take him long to spot you—limp, floating just beneath the surface like a broken marionette.

His heart nearly stopped.

“Nonono—come on, mon amour, don’t you dare—”

He grabbed you, dragged you back up, and kicked into overdrive, reaching the Sunny again in record time. The others helped pull you aboard, but you weren’t coughing, weren’t moving. Your eyes were shut. Lips blue.

Sanji dropped to his knees beside you, eyes wide with panic.

“Y/N?! Wake up!” He pressed his ear to your chest.

Nothing.

He cursed under his breath, tilting your head back and pinching your nose. “Come on, come on, s’il te plaît...”

And then—

Mouth to mouth.

He sealed his lips over yours, gently but urgently. One breath. Two. He pushed on your chest with shaking hands, then tried again.

The rest of the crew stood frozen in silence.

Then—

You choked.

Water shot out of your mouth as your body convulsed. You coughed violently, rolling to your side, gasping like you’d never tasted air before.

Sanji caught you before you could fall again, pulling you into his arms. His breath was shaky, his voice even more so.

“Don’t you ever do something that stupid again,” he whispered, forehead pressed to yours.

You blinked up at him, dazed, then muttered hoarsely: “Was it... at least a good monologue...?”

Zoro groaned.

Luffy laughed.

Sanji just held you tighter.

You blinked up at the sky.

It was blue.

Too blue.

Everything ached. Your lungs felt like someone scrubbed them with sandpaper, and your throat burned like you’d gargled lava. Your clothes were soaked, your limbs heavy—and your dramatic monologue had been criminally underappreciated.

You groaned, flopping your arm over your face.

“Ughhh... What happened? I was in the middle of my villain arc...”

“You drowned,” Sanji’s voice snapped, tight and low beside you.

You peeked at him through your arm.

He looked pissed. Not annoyed. Not irritated. Genuinely pissed. His hair was dripping, jaw clenched, and shirt still clinging to him from the ocean water. But even through the tension, his eyes scanned your face like he was afraid you’d vanish if he blinked.

“Oh.” You blinked, then frowned. “Wait. Did I... seriously drown? Like, no flailing, no epic comeback—just ‘blub blub, Y/N go bye-bye’?”

“That’s not funny!” he snapped.

You flinched a little, guilt replacing the remnants of your dramatic flair.

“Sorry,” you mumbled. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

He didn’t answer. Just stood up and walked off, muttering something about getting you dry clothes.

You sat up slowly, still wheezing. The crew had mostly dispersed, probably out of secondhand embarrassment. Brook gave you a thumbs up from across the deck. Chopper was pacing, clearly still shaken. Nami offered a little “Glad you're okay” before disappearing with a sigh. Luffy waved like you hadn’t almost died.

And Zoro...

Zoro stood nearby, arms crossed, trying really hard to look like he didn’t care.

“Tch. Should’ve sunk deeper.”

You turned toward him slowly.

Your eye twitched.

“Oh. Oh, you’re still here.”

Zoro raised an eyebrow. “What, you gonna monologue me again?”

“No,” you rasped.

Then you pulled your fist back—

AND FALCON PUNCHED HIM ACROSS THE FACE.

“YOU THREW ME OFF THE SHIP, YOU SOGGY SWORD-SWALLOWING GREMLIN!!”

Zoro actually stumbled. He took it like a champ, but there was definitely a red mark forming on his cheek.

“Hey! You survived, didn’t you?!”

“Barely!”

“You were doing the voice again!”

“That’s called art, you uncultured shrub!”

The two of you were mid-screaming match when Sanji returned, tossing a towel at your head.

“Y/N. Dry off. You’re not even wearing shoes.”

You caught the towel with a pout. “You’re all lucky I didn’t have a tragic backstory monologue lined up, too.”

“We are lucky,” Sanji muttered.

You raised an eyebrow. “Wait, how did I even get out of the water? I can’t swim, remember?”

Everyone went awkwardly silent.

Zoro looked away.

Luffy scratched his head.

Chopper blinked. “Uhhh... you don’t remember?”

“No?”

Sanji turned around, waving a hand. “Doesn’t matter. You’re safe now.”

You stared at his back. Something in his voice was weirdly soft.

You tilted your head. “Did you save me?”

He paused.

Then he lit a cigarette.

"...Maybe."

You squinted. “You’re being weird.”

Sanji didn’t turn around. “You’re imagining things.”

Zoro rubbed his jaw, muttering, “He totally mouth-to-mouthed them.”

Your head whipped around. “Wait. WHAT?”

Sanji froze.

“Zoro,” he growled.

“What?” Zoro smirked. “Just saying. Bet your heart rate hasn’t dropped since.”

Sanji spun, ready to kick his head off, face flaming.

You?

You just turned beet red.

And then coughed violently because you forgot your lungs were still wrecked.

-

The ship had quieted down by the time you made it to the kitchen. Everyone was either napping, training, or still recovering emotionally from your full-blown theatrical disaster-slash-near-death-experience.

You were clean, in dry clothes, and still a little shaken—but mostly? Embarrassed. Painfully embarrassed.

Sanji stood at the counter with his sleeves rolled up, quietly chopping vegetables. He hadn’t said much since he saved you. Just made sure you were okay, made sure you didn’t die, and… avoided eye contact like he was the one who’d screamed despair-themed monologues.

“Hey,” you said softly, stepping into the kitchen.

Sanji didn’t turn around. “You shouldn’t be walking around yet, chérie.”

“I’m okay. Promise.” You sat on a stool at the counter, arms resting in front of you. “And… I wanted to say thanks.”

He finally glanced over, brows raised. You met his eyes, sincere this time. No dramatics, no posturing.

“Like. Actually. Thank you,” you said. “I’m really sorry for being a dumbass.”

Sanji tilted his head. “You weren’t a dumbass.”

You blinked.

He turned back to the cutting board. “Zoro was. He’s the one who threw you off the ship.”

You smiled a little. “Okay, yeah, true. But I kinda set the stage with my ‘despair and doom’ speech.”

He cracked a smile at that, just a little one.

“I should’ve taken it more seriously,” he said. “When you didn’t come up right away, I—” His voice caught in his throat. “—I thought we were gonna lose you.”

You stood quietly, heart softening at how his hands trembled ever so slightly around the knife. You walked around the counter and leaned against it beside him.

He stiffened as you gently took the knife from his hand and set it down.

Then you stepped close and rose onto your toes, brushing your lips softly against his cheek.

It was feather-light. Barely there.

But Sanji froze like you’d kissed him with fireworks and a confession.

You smiled. “I figured I owe you a kiss that isn’t tied to the worst moment of my life.”

He blinked, slow.

“You—you don’t owe me anything,” he said, voice cracking in disbelief. “I didn’t do that expecting—"

“I know,” you interrupted, smile still soft. “That’s why it means something.”

He turned toward you then, really turned—one hand reaching out hesitantly to brush your cheek, like you might disappear if he touched too hard.

You leaned into it.

“I thought I lost you,” he murmured.

“You didn’t,” you whispered. “I’m right here.”

Sanji’s thumb traced your jaw gently. “Can I—?”

You nodded.

This kiss was slower. Warmer. Still a little breathless, but not from drowning. From feeling.

When you finally pulled away, his cheeks were flushed, eyes dazed.

“Also,” you added, “you’re totally allowed to kick Zoro into the ocean next time.”

Sanji grinned, smug. “Gladly. Maybe I’ll wait until he’s mid-monologue too.”

You snorted. “He never monologues.”

“Exactly. It’ll really catch him off guard.”

[melithril]

[Adar] That Would Be Enough

♫ - Philippa Soo - That Would Be Enough

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A/N: Adar is slightly OOC here, but I am still in mourning so I needed something fun to cheer the vibe up haha, enjoy! <3

Adar stumbled through the door with a bang. A less than graceful entrance for the otherwise fairly light-footed uruk. Which was strange, how he could be so quiet despite the heavy armour he wore. The noise was enough to snap you from your writing at the desk, and your head swerved round to face the door in panic. 

"Dear grace," you gasped, your eyes giving him a once over. Adar was covered in blood on his face, cuts and marks that were sure to leave bruises in the morning adorned his skin. You shuddered to think how battered he may be where you couldn't see. Walking to him with haste, you placed a hand on his shoulder to steady him.

"Starlight," Adar managed to whisper out, before almost falling. With quick reaction, you caught him and held him up as best you could. He's too skinny to weigh this much, you'd thought, trying to keep some semblance of normality about the situation.

"Come here, let's get you laid down."

You did so, carefully laying him onto your bed and unclasping his gauntlet and chest plate. Removing his shirt, you could now see the true extent of the damage done.His chest was bruised and under his rib cage was bloody and scratched. You widened your eyes, the initial shock hitting you that he could have easily not returned to you this night. 

"You are lucky to be alive right now, my love." Your tone was dull, worry had washed over you far too much to feign otherwise. 

"Depending on who you are, that is," Adar mused back, somehow finding his current state humourous. You narrowed your eyes.

"I fail to see how nearly dying is funny to you, Adar. One of these days-" He placed his finger against your lips, hushing you.

"Be quiet and kiss me, my light, I almost died."

So, you did. You leaned down and he was quick to capture your lips in a needy kiss, one that told you he was thankful to have come home to you. 

Adar was always a bit of a joker around you, which was quite out of character for how he acted day-to-day. But, behind the closed doors of your shared living quarters, he was a different man. That being said, it took a lot of work from you both to get there. When you had first met, he was quiet, stern and was reluctant to speak about his feelings and emotions. As time went on, you worked on breaking down all those barriers with him and soon found a wonderfully bright man underneath. 

Adar was not opposed to joking around, nor was he opposed to affection; half of the time he instigated most of it, always wanting to hold you close and have his hands on you in some way. He had a stressful job, trying to keep his family in tact and safe, so when the end of the day came and night had fallen, he jumped at the chance to show you the love he had for you.

Back to the present, you began patching your lover up slowly, clearing any blood and bandaging the wounds. You took your time, ensuring as much as possible that you didn't hurt him any more than he already was. As you worked on him, Adar simply stared at you, smiling every time you caught him. 

Adar began to think as silence fell over the room. He began to think about how lucky he was to have a family on his doorstep to care for. How lucky he was to be able to come home to someone who cared for him. Someone genuinely happy to see him. Adar never believed he could have this kind of life, one where he was loved and appreciated exactly the way he was, especially given everything that happened in his past. But, when the sun rose and he awoke every day, he looked to you beside him and thanked whatever powers of the universe had put you together. 

"There we go," you spoke, snapping the uruk out of his daydreaming. "You're all done, Adar. Please do not ever come that close to death again."

"Thank you, for all of this."

"You nearly get killed, I patch you up, it is the way we do things here." Now, you were able to joke a little, now he was safe. Adar smiled but shook his head, sitting himself up against the headboard of the bed.

"No, beautiful, not just this. For everything. For giving me a place to be safe, somewhere I can call a home. Thank you for being someone who cares for me, and someone who loves me no matter the cost or circumstance. You could have anybody in the world, someone better for you in so many ways, but I am glad you have chosen to stay with me."

Your face had softened, moving a little closer to him and taking his hand in yours. Giving it a light squeeze, you brought your free hand to his face, careful not to touch his fresh cuts. Your thumb ran up and down his cheek, and Adar sighed in content.

"Never," you began. "Never would I dream of my life any other way. You give me so much, Adar, just as you do your children. I have never felt safer with anyone, nor have I felt more cared for. Do not doubt yourself, ever, you are all I could ever ask for, my love."

You leaned in, kissing him softly. Adar returned the favour, weaving one hand into your hair. Pulling back, you kissed across his jaw and down his neck, grazing your teeth along his collarbone. He hummed softly, enjoying the feeling. You lay your head there, and he brought his arms around your form, one hand resting on your thigh, one idly playing with a strand of your hair. 

"Just do one thing for me, Adar?" your voice quiet as you spoke, your sentence coming out as a question more than a statement. "Please do what you can to stay alive. I know you can never promise that, but so long as you come home at the end of the day, that would be enough."

Adar smiled to himself, placing a kiss atop your head and tightening his grip around you, despite the discomfort it gave to him. He'd already made this vow to himself some time back, so clarifying it to you was of no big task. Adar had something to truly fight for in his children, and something to make sure he lived to see the sunrise for in you.

"I promise, I will always come back to you, starlight. Always."

Thank you for reading! <3

[ocrpsearch]

(Resubbed with fixed age range, sorry!)

Hello! 21+ mun looking for another 21+ detailed writer who’d be interested in fleshing out a specific idea I’ve had!

Looking to explore a mxf (legal) age gap plot with me playing the m. Both troubled characters with plenty of sweet sweet baggage for us to sink our teeth into! Your muse, f (transfem inclusive) and on the younger side, and preferably of a more headstrong personality, is escaping a troubled home life. Just moved out, kicked out, ran away, whatever it may be. Physically in a very tough spot and trying to find her feet. She keeps running into my muse, an older m, by pure coincidence. Maybe they frequent the same 24/7 diner at nights, or they always cross paths on his way to/from work, etc, and over time they become pretty familiar with one another and actually genuinely interact, and things spiral from there. I also love the idea of the two of them going on a road trip together (maybe her past catches up to them, or one of them gets into trouble and things explode, etc) and that’s when they get close enough for romance to grow.

I am looking for this to be a slow burn. Smut and any sexual relationship between these won’t happen quickly and I don’t want it to become a kinky age gap smut thing please 🙏 I love fleshed out characters, worldbuilding, growth, seeing things happen naturally and seeing the characters grow on one another in the rp! I love exploring different dynamics like this and how it affects their relationship, but it’s not the point of the rp. I rp on discord and my replies are usually on the lengthy side, I try for a couple a week minimum (usually more but I have a busy job and like to give detailed replies and be chill about reply times<3). Love ooc chatting and I will be so eager to ramble about these two, send you songs, aesthetics, quotes, etc! I use irl faceclaims too but it’s not a hard necessity. Triggers and limits to be discussed and respected. Poc and trans friendly. I’ll reach out on here and I’m excited to hear your thoughts and about your oc!!🌲

interact and anon will reach out!

[dangaer]

have to admit it following that last post, if we're shipping im 9/10 times rereading the media and looking at certain parts through a ship tinted glass set. i put it on the dash sometimes rather than dms because i'm extremely nervous that i'm going to come off as too much but, you know, i'm working on that.

[opaloharas]

the adventures of himbo miguel

himbo miguel who is wholesome and loves cinnamoroll

(thankies to my server friends mwah for entertaining my silly thoughts)

cw: none :3 just fluff, miguel being ooc.

miguel’s days started like any other day. he woke up, ate breakfast, and hit the gym.

his philosophy was healthy body, healthy mind. or was it the other way around? don’t ask him.

as he finished his last rep, he let out a contented sigh. “good job, miguel.” he praised himself, wiping down the machine he was using at max weight before taking a long sip from his water bottle. 

he smiled at the Cinnamoroll stickers that smiled back at him, his eyes focusing on one where the little character was wearing a chef hat, flipping a little heart shaped pancake.  he tucked his bottle back into his bag, stretching a final time before leaving the gym.

his after workout activities consisted of getting a little treat. he would power walk in his tight little black shorts (that he thought made his peach of an ass stand out. he would never share this though) to a little bakery he visited as a child for his daily sweet fix.

he leaned down in the doorway to enter, the smell of fresh baked conchas and cinnamon lingering in the air. the little ding from the bell alerted his arrival, causing the little old lady, Julia, behind the counter to perk up from her seat.

“Miguelito!” she cooed, waving him in, her apron tight on her body.

 “the usual?” she asked after leaning over the counter and hugging her favorite and most loyal customer. “there’s one slice left and the frosting is the right thickness and the sprinkles are just the right amount.” Julia assured, boxing up the cortadillo.

 she put it in a little bag that he took quickly before paying her a hefty amount, refusing to hear any complaints, “if you come by tomorrow, my granddaughter is gonna be here! so i am telling you to come!” she called after him as he walked out of the bakery with a nod of his head.

as he walked back to his apartment, his mind lingered on the little old lady’s words.

‘Granddaughter?’ he thought, shaking his head. his mind raced as he thought of why she would mention that. he never voiced a desire to date to her. why was she trying to set him up?

he shook his head when he stopped at his building’s entrance, sighing as he made his way inside. he feasted on his piece of cake, letting out a moan of satisfcation. he looked to the Cinnamoroll figurine on his bartop, tilting his head to the side. 

“you need a friend,” he spoke to the figure, smiling at it before getting ready to make a monthly trip to Miniso.

Miguel’s figure loomed over the shelf of Cinnamoroll figures, eyes looking down at the little phone holder in his hand, that looked like the top half of a cupcake and a small Cinnamoroll laying on his belly. 

“i grabbed you first.. it would be wrong of me to set you down for something else..” he voiced his dilemma softly, eyebrows furrowed as he thought. 

curse him and his big golden heart, thinking every inanimate object had feelings. 

“i will always make more money,” he shrugged, grabbing the figure, walking to the front of the store. 

he whistled along to the Twice song that was playing over the speakers while he checked out, swiping his card.

‘declined!’ the machine chirped. Miguel was confused, swiping his card again only for the machine to give him the same message. 

all he wanted was his figures and to get home so he could maybe catch up on assignments he was missing. 

he looked around before looking down when he felt a presence, seeing a shorter 

woman standing, holding her hand out, gold bracelets dangling. 

“sir, if you swipe your card again, the machine will start singing. it needs to you insert your card.” you smiled, not seeing a single thought register behind the man’s eyes until he blinked, a dopey smile forming on his lips. 

“oh.” he mused, pushing his card in, hearing the little ring from the machine. he thanked you before he left the store. something about your eyes and your smile made his heart skip a beat. was it the twinkle from the fluorescent lights of the store? was it the brown lipgloss you wore? perfume even? the little hamster that kept his mind lightbulb on was overwhelmed.

oh, his brain was spinning.

the next day was cardio day. he adorned a black crop top, wiping his brow on his forearm, as he let out a low groan. after almost causing the machine to malfunction from his running speed and after slapping the treadmill’s screen until an employee glared at him, he decided he needed a treat. again. 

his walk to his usual spot was uneventful. he whistled at some birds, helped some old ladies cross the street, and gave some musicians a few tips. 

when he walked through the familiar door, he cleared his throat to announce his arrival. he saw someone pop up but it was not Julia, the face he was used to. it was you.

“miniso girl!” he cheered, clapping his hands together after a few moments of silence to remember where he recognized your face from. “you are Julia’s granddaughter? she mentioned you yesterday. i am Miguel, her most favorite customer?” he nodded slowly, squinting as he tried to see her in your face, brow raised. 

you gave your name before giving him a full response.

“yeah, i help her out here on my off days.” you gave a polite smile, remembering the man’s air headed ways from the day before, “but anyways.. what can i get you?” you asked, grabbing the pink plastic tongs from the case, watching as he tapped his chin, adjusting his gym bag, biting his full bottom lip. 

“i want… one of the pink frosted conchas, please.” he grinned, “they are my favorite.” he added, taking out more money than was needed while you packaged up the pastry for him. 

he handed the stack of bills to you, grabbing the box quickly. his smile was radiant as he saw your shocked expression, calling after him as he walked out. your grandmother heard the commotion and sighed deeply, “that is just what Miguel does. he keeps my business afloat.” she sighed happily, patting your back as your eyes stayed focused on Miguel while he crossed the street outside. 

while he slipped your mind while the bakery got busy, his mind kept replaying the interaction he had with you for the rest of the day. 

his love for treats was going to be satisfied but his wallet was going to hurt from them and buying unneeded trinkets from Miniso.

Himbo Gods, help him.

[theapatheticflour]

Disclamer

prof from skydancer2006

This is purely a roleplay account. Also no NSFW? Of course dirty jokes and suggestive is perfectly fine I am willing for roleplay messages. Also in rare cases, cloud hatea might get into mystic flour's tumblr.Make sure to ask questions or roleplay if you want or even put headcannon's or oc's if desired.

(ok i lied, there might be some art and short stories but take that with a grain of bacteria)

Mod is called Velvet

Genderfluid, currently a guy and goes by he/it currently (might draw a sona for this)

Mod talks in red and the tag for ooc is : velvet escapes the void

also is 18, doesnt have a limit for age unless you’re like 12 or smth like why are you even here?

Mf talks in normal text colour

Currently: Eepy boi

New rule! If you want to make a fight scene, please for the love of god don’t make your oc overpowered. It makes it less enjoyable and really annoying

if you want to have a fight scene with mf or any of my other muses then do dm me for details

also no godmode!

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Condition : Much better, turns out having a parent does help even if they havent been around your entire life cuase they thought you we're dead

Doubts and belief : Doesnt even know what to trust as this point

Sanity : Oh f*ck, she has dragon heritage

Mystic flour, a kind and caring soul before her fall now apathetic and w̶e̶a̶k̶ a̶n̶d̶ p̶a̶t̶h̶e̶t̶h̶i̶c̶ cruel, her boundaries and beliefs changed across time as she slowly rots away, the question is, will she return herself to flour or is the cruel beast slowly loses its apathy

Chapter 1: A Nightmarish Hell

Act I

Act II

Concern

Act III

Day 1

Day 2

Day 3

Day 4

Day 5

Day 6

Day 7

Day 8

Day 9

Day 10

Day 11

Day 12

Day 13

Day 14

Warning

First Sleep In Ages

Tired Day

Painful Present

How to Feel Pain Again

Let Her Rest!

Selfishness? Or Deserved?

A Paradise?

Day One?

Day Three??

Release!!

Chapter 2: Heritage Appearance And A Change in Life

An unexpected surprise

A strange flower

More To Come

The flower grows

[rxgina-of-all-waters]

" Tea parties are a must for the well-mannered. If you'd like to learn the proper etiquette, I'd be happy to teach you. "

Hello once again Genshin RP community!! It's me again, Serenia with another blog for my beloved Furina. She's the main muse here, but I do have some other blogs for you to interact with here~

This blog does contain spoilers, as I have done every single quest as of late, though not all side quests (if they matter).

" [Text] " For Speech, *{ [Text] }* for actions, *{ " [Text] " }* for thoughts, and // [Text] \\ for OOC/ Out of Character ! Bold/Italics may be for emphasis as well.

Rules and More Information;

No NSFW, since Mod is a minor AND asexual!!

DO NOT send me donation links or asks, please. i do care, i promise, but i am a minor, i do not have the means to help you, and since i'm a small blog, it won't reach a lot of people.

This blog is headcanon based, and there will be inconsistencies with canon; so again, sorry in advance.

Shipping/Sexuality Wars will NOT be had here, as we said before it’s headcanoned based. DM me if you’d like to discuss ships beforehand. Furina, in my opinion is on the ace spectrum and sapphic spectrum. That means no NeuviFuri, and I also personally dislike the ship.

Mod’s timezone is EST/GMT+5/UTC-5:00, and they have school, so they don’t get as much free time as they’d like.

This blog is OC/Crossover friendly!

Tags;

╰☆☆ 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧~ // 𝐈𝐂

·.¸¸.·♩♪♫ 𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 ! // 𝐎𝐎𝐂

`·.·★ 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 ? 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 ! // 𝐀𝐑𝐓 

`•¸¸.•..>> 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞. . ! 🃏 ~ Lyney/Lynette Interactions/Mention

-·=»‡» 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 💧 ~ Neuvillette Interactions/Mentions

◦•●◉✿ 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ! 🍰 ~ Navia Interactions/Mentions

╚»★▬ι═ﺤ 𝐚𝐡 - ! 𝐰-𝐰𝐡𝐨. . ? 🔥 ~ The Knave/Arlecchino Interactions/Mentions

¸„.-•~°”ˆ 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 ! 📔 ~ Charlotte Interactions/Mentions

]|I{•------» 𝐭𝐞𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥~ 🍵 ~ Wriothesley Interactions/Mentions

`·.¸¸.-> 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 ? ⚔ ~ Clorinde Interactions/Mentions

*•.¸♡ 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞 ! 🌊 ~ Maunai (Mutual's OC!) Interactions/Mentions

" Let the show begin ! "

// thanks for reading :3

credits: 1 2 3

[pacxfxsm2]

Clari being sappy hi

OOC - Hi again. It's your girl Clari. (duh). It's been a while and it's almost 11pm. I'm feeling very sappy and the last time I posted a super positive post, was in 2017? lol Anyway, I am happy to be back. I debated on it but I came back due to nostalgia. How surprised I was that some of my favorite ppl/blogs were still active!! I was worried I would never get Frisk back but thankfully, I was able to. Frisk means so much to me and despite some bad stuff in the past, I have had some of the best memories here.

Thank you for welcoming me back with open arms! I hope I continue to run into old friends and make new ones!! I'm gonna get a bit personal under read more but I am truly a happy bean. There may be some TWs but I just wanted to share a life update.

Last year and this year have been extremely hard for me. I lost both my step dad and my grandma in the span of 6 months in 2024. It was and still is very devastating. Grief had never hit me that hard before because I didn't really lose anyone THAT close. My step dad died of cancer, my grandma I think died of Alzheimer's. My uncle has cancer and I thought we would lose him in April but thankfully, so far, he's doing okay.

My depression is still strong and so is my anxiety. However, since I have left, I have been able to get therapy and medication so it's been a lot easier to manage. I also have learned a lot since my time on Tumblr so I do want to apologize for anything I've done in the past that might have made ppl uncomfortable. (Being too hyper, too memey, too much of everything LOL). I also know that my rules were super cringey and weird but probably normal for the time.

So yeah, wow, being in your 30s really changes you LOL but not to worry, I'm still a meme at heart <3 I STILL LOVE MY ANGST HAHAHA. I'm still Clari <3 and I hope that with time, I can make new memories and develop not only Frisk, but my other muses as well.

I am also so happy that I now have the drawing skills to create things to spoil my friends and showcase what I have in mind for my muses. I am so glad that others like it too <3 Being back has really made a huge difference in 2025 being better after it started off so horribly. I've got a long way to go but, just like Friskie, I'm gonna stay positive <3 or try to at least.

Thank you for reading and for being here. Love u guys <3

[rphunter]

Hello! 21+ mun looking for a detailed writer who’d be interested in fleshing out a specific idea I’ve had!

Looking to explore a mxf (legal) age gap plot with me playing the m. Both troubled characters with plenty of sweet sweet baggage for us to sink our teeth into! Your muse, f (transfem inclusive) and on the younger side, and preferably of a more headstrong personality, is escaping a troubled home life. Just moved out, kicked out, ran away, whatever it may be. Physically in a very tough spot and trying to find her feet. She keeps running into my muse, an older m, by pure coincidence. Maybe they frequent the same 24/7 diner at nights, or they always cross paths on his way to/from work, etc, and over time they become pretty familiar with one another and actually genuinely interact, and things spiral from there. I also love the idea of the two of them going on a road trip together (maybe her past catches up to them, or one of them gets into trouble and things explode, etc) and that’s when they get close enough for romance to grow.

I am looking for this to be a slow burn. Smut and any sexual relationship between these won’t happen quickly and I don’t want it to become a kinky age gap smut thing please 🙏 I love fleshed out characters, worldbuilding, growth, seeing things happen naturally and seeing the characters grow on one another in the rp! I love exploring different dynamics like this and how it affects their relationship, but it’s not the point of the rp. I rp on discord and my replies are usually on the lengthy side, I try for a couple a week minimum (usually more but I have a busy job and like to give detailed replies and be chill about reply times<3). Love ooc chatting and I will be so eager to ramble about these two, send you songs, aesthetics, quotes, etc! I use irl faceclaims too but it’s not a hard necessity. Triggers and limits to be discussed and respected. Poc and trans friendly. I’ll reach out on here and I’m excited to hear your thoughts and about your oc!!🌲

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[novella-writers]

Hello! 21+ mun looking for a detailed writer who’d be interested in fleshing out a specific idea I’ve had!

Looking to explore a mxf (legal) age gap plot with me playing the m. Both troubled characters with plenty of sweet sweet baggage for us to sink our teeth into! Your muse, f (transfem inclusive) and on the younger side, and preferably of a more headstrong personality, is escaping a troubled home life. Just moved out, kicked out, ran away, whatever it may be. Physically in a very tough spot and trying to find her feet. She keeps running into my muse, an older m, by pure coincidence. Maybe they frequent the same 24/7 diner at nights, or they always cross paths on his way to/from work, etc, and over time they become pretty familiar with one another and actually genuinely interact, and things spiral from there. I also love the idea of the two of them going on a road trip together (maybe her past catches up to them, or one of them gets into trouble and things explode, etc) and that’s when they get close enough for romance to grow.

I am looking for this to be a slow burn. Smut and any sexual relationship between these won’t happen quickly and I don’t want it to become a kinky age gap smut thing please 🙏 I love fleshed out characters, worldbuilding, growth, seeing things happen naturally and seeing the characters grow on one another in the rp! I love exploring different dynamics like this and how it affects their relationship, but it’s not the point of the rp. I rp on discord and my replies are usually on the lengthy side, I try for a couple a week minimum (usually more but I have a busy job and like to give detailed replies and be chill about reply times<3). Love ooc chatting and I will be so eager to ramble about these two, send you songs, aesthetics, quotes, etc! I use irl faceclaims too but it’s not a hard necessity. Triggers and limits to be discussed and respected. Poc and trans friendly. I’ll reach out on here and I’m excited to hear your thoughts and about your oc!!🌲

Like if interested!