It’s been 20 days and I’m still not allowed near my computer screen (doing everything via my phone) and I am trying to convince Mothman that it’s vital to both my sanity and his that he drive me to Joann’s fabric store tonight before I go certifiably insane from another weekend without a project to keep me occupied.
I’ve already added four more pothos vases to the walls in the living room. I’ve repotted everything that needed to be repotted. The house is clean. Laundry is done. Mama needs a project.
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GUYS I'M SCREAMING RIGHT NOW: THERE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SECRET MONSTER SOCIETY IN NIMONA!!!!!!!
THERE SHE IS: OH MY GOD I WISH THE MOVIE WENT AHEAD WITH THIS: DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE THEMES??? OF FINALLY FINDING OTHERS IN THE QUEER COMMUNITY??? OF WHAT IT'S LIKE TO FINALLY GO TO THAT MARCH, TO THAT CLUB, AND SEE ALL OF THE OTHER OUTCASTS AND REALIZE YOU’RE NOT ALONE??? IT'S NOT JUST ALLIES, THAT THERE'S ACTUAL, OTHER, MONSTERS!!!????
[ID: A screenshot from the official Nimona artbook. It features Meredith Blitzmeyer pointing to the side, showing Nimona and Ballister Boldheart a vast room. It’s a purple-tinged area with a ceiling with light filtering through: It appears to be somewhere underground. There is ornate decorations of dragons at the sides, and broad arches and spiralling staircases. There are people of diverse skin tones with colorful outfits walking around: There’s someone with a spiked jacket, someone with a stylish updo dyed white, and more. The page number is 174. Text near the bottom reads “moment painting by jeff turley” Blitzmeyer is a pereson with dark skin, long silver hair in a ponytail, and wearing a lab coat with a pouch by her side. Boldheart is a knight with dark skin, short black hair, knight’s armour, and a sword. Nimona is a person with pale skin, a simple tunic, and pink choppy hair. All characters face away from the viewer. end ID]
[ID: text that reads “For a long time, the character of Meredith Blitzmeyer was in the film. She served many different functions in many different iterations. At one point, she had a magical van that was bigger on the inside. In another, she was covered from head to toe in magical tatoos. And in another, she was the head of a vast underground society, called the Silver Society, comprised of all the magical creatures forced into hiding by the institute. Ultimately, the story went in a different direction, but her design and model were so beloved that she wans’t lost but repurposed into The Queen. end ID]
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showers with him are filthy.
a relaxed sigh left your mouth as the warm water ran down your curves. you’d usually take a shower in the evening to relax while you waited for gojo to get back from his workplace. the loofah dragged across your skin creating white foam you loved to play with. random thoughts roamed in your mind till there was a little ‘click’ from the door.
you never noticed his quick actions till you felt a pair of heavy, muscular arms wrap around your shoulders and a tickling sensation on your cheek. you can hear his heavy breath in your ear that immediately makes blood rush to your core.
“hi love, how was your day?” you ask, dragging your fingers across his hair in the way he loved. he only groans before pressing your back to his chest. he leaves wet kisses on your neck as an apology for whats about to happen next. you whine at his teeth sinking into your soft flesh, his actions only making your core heat up more. an entire day without gojo can be, difficult.
you press your ass up against his clothed member, whining at the fact that he hasn’t even taken his clothes off and he’s already soaked in the shower, his white shirt sticking to his muscular body. you turn around and take in what’s in front of you. gojo’s partially wet hair sticking to his forehead, his face with a light tinge of pink- a sign that he’s probably had a drink or two, his eyes didn’t leave yours for a second- except when he eyed you up and down with that sinister smile on his face, he looked so hot.
your lips crash into his with sweet desperation, hands on the loops of his pants- tugging on them for him to take them off- his hand is on the small of your back and the other one on your throat.
“missed you- so much. all- all day today.” he says in between kisses. he makes his way down- kissing your collarbone, your chest, your stomach- he kneels before you and looks up. “let me show you how much i’ve missed you,” you barely say anything and grab his hair, practically shoving his face into your hot core. shivers immediately run down your spine as he licks your cunt- his lips kissing your clit and sucking- making you cry out his name. his fingers pump in and out of your tight hole, immediately abusing that one spot which could make you cry.
his pace gets quicker- sloppier. his words of adoration and ‘how your pussy’s made for me’ send vibrations all over your body, all you can do is tug on his hair harder while seeking support from the shower glass pressed against your back. “satoru, baby- i’m oh god- i’m so close.”, you mewl out when he immediately counters,” you’re gonna cum when i tell you to, okay?”
you whine in response, begging him to let you. the coil in your stomach only got more and more overwhelming for you, desperate to take over your body. “please, ‘toru. i can’t,” tears pool in your eyes and you try your best not to focus on the sight under you, knowing if you even look at him- you’re doomed. you can hear him chuckle at your nimble effort and his only response is to go faster.
“now now, you’ve gotta look at me. look at how well i play with your cunt.” he says, you have no option but to look back down into his eyes as he dives back in your folds. all you can do it scream and beg for him to let you cum- that you’ll be good- good for what? you have no idea. but who cares? his movements have only gotten faster ever since you claimed to be close.
he moans into your core and forces his tongue into your hole, grabbing your hips and rocking them back and forth. you plead- warn him- that you’re gonna cum, and you do. with a loud whine and the repeated mention of his name, you let your high take over you, riding gojo’s tongue where all he does is watch you snap- orbs darkening at the sight before him.
your chest heaves as you catch your breath, soon realising that gojo’s unbuttoning his shirt while looking at you with half-lidded eyes. he hasn’t even done anything and you already have that fucked-out look on your face.
“you didn’t listen to me, baby.” said gojo with a mocking pout on his face. “you know what happens when you don’t listen, hm?”
“you get punished, my love.”
a/n: i just woke up and wrote this can u tell im ovulating
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This is a little fandom etiquette 101 for anyone that's new to fan spaces. You categorically DO NOT need the author's permission to create fanworks. You don't need to reach out and ask them. It's actually weirder if you do.
You especially should NEVER ever ask them if it's okay to create fanworks for commissions or donations because we are then obligated by copyright law to seek you out and issue a DMCA.
Got it? Good.
Now, on an entirely unrelated note, per the ask I just definitely didn't get:
ID: a looping gif of Mariah Carey donning sunglasses as she proclaims, "I can't read suddenly. I don't know."
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