#11:35pm

[void-galaxy-healing-journey]

Me: recovering from flashbacks, half dissociated

My kitty 🐱 Liliana: mrow?

Me: “the horrifying dark lore of my past came back to haunt me.”

Liliana 🐱: mrow💜

Me: Yeah, I'll be okay

~Nico (he/they)

((I was attempting to sound less boring & ended up making myself laugh 😅💜))

[remerg]

My brain goes gaga for this dumbass (I love him)

[verbenaa]

wip wednesday

can you all believe I ACTUALLY MANAGED TO POST THIS ON WEDNESDAY???? me either, but here we are 🥹 thank you to @khywren for tagging me, you're the bestttttt ✨

have a little snippet of chapter 7 from to eden, which I might be able to swing posting this weekend?? maybe???? idk but it's coming along and close to being done!

The tightness in her chest doesn’t go away inside the warmth of the Last Light Inn but it loosens the smallest bit in the hustle and bustle of it all, no longer strangling around her insides as a candlelit glow washes over them and the Harpers mill about on all sides. The goblet of wine she hold in her hand doesn’t hurt, either.  Jaheira—the one and only fabled hero of many a tale—looks at her from across the wide table, the strange upwards tick of her lips and carefully blank look in her eyes nothing but suspicious. Rin takes a delicate sniff of the goblet in her hand, smelling a slight medicinal bitterness that doesn’t quite belong swirling amongst the red liquid. “Jaheira, I have to ask. Did you poison my wine?” “This vintage is over a century old. I’m sure a few drops of truth serum won’t affect the taste. Much.” The druid’s smile widens as she regards Rin with an appraising look, eyes narrowing as she waits to see her next move.  “Well, in that case, even more reason to drink.” Rin takes a dainty sip of the burgundy liquid, eyebrows raised pointedly towards the other woman as she swallows down the wine, the taste of it just a touch too bitter as she refrains from grimacing at the acidity. “Have you poisoned many people or am I one of the first? It’s an honor, either way.” She doesn’t see but hears Astarion sputter behind her, face contorted into what she can only imagine as an expression of pure disbelief, positively aghast at her impulsivity as he scoffs. With a shrug, she downs the rest of the goblet, an aggravated noise escaping from Astarion where he stands behind her. “Still better than what the tieflings gave us back at the Grove.”

tagging to participate if you want to! @elinorbard @preciouslittlebhaalbae @ladyduellist @xxnashiraxx @kalmiaphlox @roguishcat

no pressure and if you've already been tagged i'm sorry!!!

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Harvest Moon: Don’t trust my judgment when Wide Awake by Katy Perry comes on. My decision-making skills go out the freaking window once I get that dose of coke in my system.

[andyridgeley]

shawn hatosy shawn hotasy shawn hotsay shawn say hot shawn say hot hot hot

[rebel-zavier]

rhglrhlghlrhgl dump

[captainrufflebanger]

5, 14, and 18!

5. TV show of the year?

Look at this woman.

Agatha All Along. My life is in shambles.

14. Favorite book you read this year?

"Can't Spell Treason Without Tea" was a very delightful lesbian fantasy tale which I enjoyed immensely.

18. A memorable meal this year?

A friend bought a little hotpot machine while I was visiting them back in April and we had hotpot 4 nights in a row 😂 IT WAS SO GOODDDDD

[crowtrobotx]

I am relaxed. I am on a mini vacation (fun fact: the same location that inspired Check Engine!) and I am achieving and have achieved many personal and professional goals recently. I have good friends and a loving spouse. My silly little fic is beloved by people I respect. We’re getting a new Legend of Zelda and Dragon Age very shortly. I am, dare I say it, happy.

I am also watching Gladiator and I am fascinated that a movie this simultaneously good and bad exists.

[windrunner]

the complainerrrrr

honestly i was shooting for a 100% sober day but once again. The News!

[horsescary]

late-night ebay just might be my downfall

[sweet-milky-tea705]

Thank u for the tag <333

LOL i guess that fits, this picrew was soooo cutesy

Tagging @problem-possum @karokawwo anddddd @dreamtydraw ooh and @diamo-chan ,,,, ozzy? I forgor ur new blog name so i cant tag it ;-; @evanox @vaultureculture and also all my other mutuals im scared to bother,, thanx again 4 the tag >_<

thx for tag @raeygina-george

Game: take this uquiz && this picrew

tagging @mysandwichranaway @egyptianwalk @sweet-milky-tea705 @shionin @halfbit @deathbyworm & whoever else wants to do it!! sorry if you've already been tagged in this lol

[luviisabella]

🐱eater!suguru who does it for his own pleasure.

🐱eater!suguru who thinks it would be a blessing to die between your legs.

🐱eater!suguru who doesn’t stop until your nonverbal.

🐱eater!suguru who can’t get enough, it’s an addiction, and he has no shame in admitting that.

[11:35pm] song: feel like I’m drowning -two feet

—

“Suguruuuu please s’too much-“ your body was glistening in sweat, the smell of sex filling the dim lit room.

You already came twice and it wasn’t enough, not for him. He could die like this, at this rate he might because the strength in keeping your legs from suffocating him is giving out.

The view he had of you was ethereal, something he could only dream about. Your back slightly arched off the bed, your hands gripping his hair, beautiful soft thighs held in hands, he couldn’t ask for more.

By this point whatever was stressing you out wasn’t even a thought in the back of you head anymore. You had no train of thought, let alone a conscious. He was being relentless but he knew you could handle it and based off the fact that you haven’t said your safeword he knows you’re handling it pretty well.

“S-sugu m’ gonna cum m’ gonna cum” your words slurred as you tried warning him, his pace quickening as whines escaped your throat. He reached down to spread your pretty pussy with his hand before giving your clit a few more licks and watching you come undone all over his tongue.

He let you catch your breath before swiping his thumb over your clit, the sensation causing your body to shiver in response. Once he was contempt with the way you looked and the view of your pussy he stood up, his large frame now between your legs as he licked his lips and leaned down towards you.

“I’ll see you again tomorrow, y/n.”

[11:55pm]

[nofr1lls]

okay perhaps its bedtime

[letmeliedown]

please help me and my cat survive this heat wave

i have severe heat intolerance and develop symptoms at around 21 C. i lost my housing last october and had to move somewhere without AC. my apartment is 27.5C right now at 11:35pm on 5/12 and this is cooler than it's been in a while. i will have to go to the hospital soon if this keeps up. my cat is 15 and i'm seriously worried about her in this heat. my landlord won't fix the freezer so i can't even use ice packs.

the cheapest window AC unit i could find is about $300. please please help.

[cherrys-muses]

an; uh …… shhhhh look away please. or don’t. i don’t mind. i just wanted to do something a tad bit angsty & sweet. i also cannot stop thinking about him at the moment. or joseph in general. so enjoy. w; lower case intended! also just went ham on this one — no grammar check or anything. just straight to the point.

11:35pm.

it’s late and the food on the table that you’d placed in a specific order is cold, stale more than likely. the wine is bitter going down, warm.

it was something special for johnny — something you wanted to surprise him with. a homemade dinner, with candles, and a relaxing night.

yet, he still wasn’t home like he said he would be.

scratching at your forehead, you take another sip of wine, hoping it would taste different this time. it didn’t. it makes you wince slightly at the taste as you stand from the table.

flipping on the lights, you blow out the candles before grabbing the plates, putting johnny’s back into the cabinet, but scraping any left overs into the trash from your own before placing it into the sink.

you don’t pause the cleaning you’re doing when you hear the front door open and the sound of keys dropping into the bowl next to the door.

“hey, sweetheart. how was—” his words slowly trail off when he notices the table. a new table runner and lace cloth covered the oak, nice crystal glasses sat out, the food that was now being placed into tupperware. “what’s all this?”

you shrug, snapping the lid on a bowl filled with some grilled chicken. “leftovers.” your answer is short, voice even as you turn and place it to the side before moving onto the green beans.

he frowns a bit, eyes darting back and forth between the table, counter, and you. you look pretty even if you’re wearing one of his button-ups, face bare, yet the strawberry chapstick he knows you have on glosses your lips.

stepping into the kitchen a bit more, he notices the smoke that drifts into the air from the burnt wick of the candle. the frown he already has deepens as his eyes finally dart back to you.

“what was all of this for?”

for someone so smart, he was stupid.

“well, since you told me you were going to be home early tonight — for the first time in a while — i thought i’d surprise you with something nice,” you hum softly, letting out a small laugh as you shake your head. “turns out, it would’ve been better for me to go on to bed.”

you’re not truly mad at johnny — well, only a bit — you’re mad that you haven’t spent time with him in a couple of weeks.

that’s all you wanted. time.

johnny is quick to step closer, grabbing your hands that reach for the dirty plates. “no, i’ll get that,” he shakes his head. opening your mouth, he’s quick to peck the corner of your mouth. “go lie down. i’ll clean up the rest.”

“johnny, you just—”

“what’s a little more gonna do to me, huh?” a small, playful smile pulls at the corner of his mouth. “go lie down. i’ll be there in a minute.”

glancing over at the dirty plates again, a small part of you feels guilty for allowing him to do it, even if he’s offering to put them away.

he pats your side softly, turning and grabbing the dishes himself. you watch quietly before hesitantly stepping off towards your shared bedroom. the streetlight from outside guides your way to the bed.

the sheets had been changed earlier today, a fresh, sweet smell making you inhale deeply and your eyes to slowly close.

you don’t even move under the covers, sleepiness already pulling you under the darkness, the fading car horns from outside the window, surprisingly, lulling you to sleep.

you stir when you feel the bed dip on johnny’s side, eyes slowly opening as you watch him slip you both under the covers.

his arm is gentle as it slides under your head, wrapping around your shoulder. you move closer, your arm draping lazily over his side. your fingers begin to move on their own accord, trailing over his heated side slightly.

“sorry for snapping.” your voice is soft, still laced with sleep. johnny’s eyes glance down, his hand twisting slightly, pushing at the hair that covers your face.

he smiles when he watches your tired eyes lift to look up at him. “it’s alright. don’t apologize.”

“i just miss you.”

he hums, his thumb trailing a small, soothing trail up the side of your neck. “and i miss you,” he whispers. “i’ll take tomorrow off. we’ll sleep in, then make a day to ourselves. how does that sound?”

you nod against his chest, eyes already closing as your mouth pulls into a lazy smile. “that sounds…perfect, actually.”

he snorts quietly to himself, watching as your shoulders drop slowly, sleep overtaking you again. he pulls the cover over your shoulder, pulling you closer with his free hand, slowly dragging it up and down your arm.

closing his own eyes, he lets his lips press against your forehead, the scent of your shampoo carrying him into a comforting sleep.