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[written-by-jayy]

Prompt #4

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Whumpees misinterpreting or taking too literally something caretaker says always gets me, but there's one specific scenario that I don't ever see, but it's been on my mind a lot lately;

Whumpee was kidnapped and has been held in a basement/prison/etc. for quite some time now. Months or maybe even years at this point. They've been severely injured (maybe by torture, failed escape, etc.) and finally they're being rescued. Only, the person rescuing them is a stranger (Caretaker). Not that Whumpee minds, at this point they just can't care. Anything is better than this, anywhere is better than here.

As their bindings are being undone, Whumpee's eyes begin to flutter as a wave of exhaustion comes over them. Caretaker notices this and they lightly tap Whumpee's face, "c'mon, I need you to keep those eyes open for me, alright? Stay awake, you can't go to sleep yet."

Whumpee, to the best of their ability, listens.

Infact, they listen so well that a few days into recovery, Caretaker notices how tired they seem.

"You alright there? You can take a nap if you need."

Whumpee looks at them in surprise as their eyes begin to well up, a slight, grateful smile creeping its way to their face. They begin thanking Caretaker profusely.

Confused, Caretaker questions them on their reaction and as they piece everything together, they ask Whumpee if they've not been sleeping.

"When you came for me, you said I have to stay awake. And I think I was good, I did good right?" They ask, proudly and excited to finally sleep.

Or they feel guilty and admit that they think they passed out a few times but they're so sorry and they didn't mean to, and they'll be good from now on, they promise!

Either way, Caretaker feels a combination of concern and guilt. They hadn't specified when Whumpee would be allowed to sleep, becuase they didn't think they had to.

They apologize to Whumpee and explain that that's not necessary and that it was a misunderstanding and miscommunication.

Idrk where it goes from here, so if you have any ideas, or you want to write something based on this, lmk or tag me! I'd love to hear some ideas!

[hungharrington]

jayy!! lately i’ve been thinking that steve really really likes it when you ride him. like yeah, he loves to see you on top but i feel like he loves the idea of you using him to get off yknow?? like he just wants to be your boy toy. doesn’t even care if he doesn’t cum, but gets SO WHINY and blushy when he does cause he just feels so so lucky to have you jump his bones🙌

UGH i need him like i need to BREATHE. need him to whine in my ears 24/7

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oh lawd. this one…. brain goes BRRRRRRR what did you PUT in this ask cherry…. does this fit the prompt? maybe 🤪 but it was written at work so have mercy on me

Of all the things Steve loves in the world, making you feel good? Top of the list.

That much is a given— with the fervor in which he’ll bury his face between your thighs, moans that vibrate against your cunt just right, his fingers digging into your thighs as his hips rut against the bed.

When he’s determined to pull an orgasm out of you with his hands, his darkened hazel eyes drinking in every moan, desperately flicking between your blissed out expression and his fingers pumping into your cunt, covered in your slick— all of it shows in the ache in his pants, in the breathy noises he makes when you tip over the edge.

So, you’re not at all surprised at what he says to you that night — take what you want.

You’re both tangled together, haphazardly draped across the bed— too entranced in the hot press of each others mouth to think about letting go, even as you had both staggered up the stairs and into the bedroom. It had been one charged dinner date, with one hand far too comfortable sneaking up your skirt go tease you.

Now, Steve lies beneath you and when you break away, panting, to work on the buttons of his dress shirt, he’s a fucking sight to behold. Chest heaving, face flushed so much it crawls down his neck, his eyes fix on you with such an intenseness that it makes you shiver.

His shirt has been driving you crazy all dinner, undone just enough to show a flash of chest hair. Now you work it open quickly, each button revealing a little more of his glorious tanned chest, sprinkled with hair. Lust drools through you. You rake one hand down it, fingernails pressing into his skin lightly and Steve groans.

“Okay, you need to get naked, like, right now,” His hands pair with his words, finding the edge of your shirt. He’s tugging it up and your arms go up to let him pull it from your frame. His insistance makes your grin.

“Funny how you can say that when you’re still wearing pants.” You bicker back, using your now free hands to work on his belt buckle.

Steve watches you for a moment, his tummy clenches when you palm at his bulge for a moment and his head rolling back onto the duvet. He makes a pained noise. His hands form fists at his sides — just for a moment, before he’s sliding them up your thighs.

They creep beneath your skirt, finding the elastic of your panties — then one of his hands shift forward, cupping your heat tightly. You moan at the same time Steve does, his hand pressing up against your clit perfectly. He shakes his head on the bed, his hair messing up against the sheets.

“I take it back,” He whines. His hands shoot down to overtake yours, shucking his pants down his thighs as best he can. Just the thin material of his boxers remains. “I don’t think I can wait, honey, I need— you can just- please,”

“Hey, hey, I got it, I got you,” You push his hands away and Steve melts. He grows still, only his hands twitching and his neck craned up to watch as you tug his boxers down.

His cock must be aching with the way it looks, all pretty and flushed in the head, crying just for you. You can’t help yourself, giving it a quick pump, rubbing the head with your thumb.

Steve keens loudly, his body growing taut, his head thrown back. A strangled whimper tears from his throat. “Ngh- please, oh fuck, pleasepleaseplease—“

You release his cock and Steve deflates a bit, panting loudly. Your skirt takes only a second to remove and it takes another to push your panties to the side, your knees straddling across his hips. Your core burns hotly, clenching in anticipation of being filled.

You make sure Steve is watching as you hold his cock, prepped to sink down — and he is. His face, still flushed with his eyes bright, is intent on watch your own.

It makes the heat in your gut flare hotter. Hot lust sparks beneath your skin as he keeps his gaze on you for as long as he can — your hot, wet cunt sinking down on him finally forcing his eyes closed.

“Fuck, fuck— shit, don’t move just yet,” The words pour from Steve’s mouth, his eyes screwed up and head thrown back. Your hands shift forward, planting on his chest and you give him a minute— revelling in the delicious stretch his cock gives you. Fuck, it never gets old.

You lean down and kiss the closest skin you can find, his collarbone. Steve smiles, eyes still closed. His hands shift off the sheets, trailing from your thighs, your hips, up your ticklish sides, until he finds your face. His thumbs stroke over your cheeks delicately and when he pulls you closer, you follow without hesitance.

He kisses your lips, soft and sweet, and then murmurs against them. “Take what you want, baby.”

A little whine creeps out your mouth at his words and your hips follow without thinking, beginning to rock gently. A dose of lust licks up your spine and you sigh prettily.

Steve’s face shudders, pleasure rippling across his features and his eyes slip shut. His mouth drops open a little bit, the smallest noise escaping, his cheeks almost as pink as his lips. His eyes crinkle open, watching you closely.

“Ye- yeah, that’s it.” Steve manages to murmur. His hands haven’t left your face, still gently holding either side as you roll your hips back, slow and sensual. “Good girl.”

A gasp pushes past your lips and this time when you rock back, it’s a little more desperate. Steve moans, voice drenched in desire, and his hands fall from your face to grip the sheets. You lean on his chest further, your thighs aching deliciously as you fuck yourself on his cock— up and down, faster and faster.

“Steve,” you mewl out. It’s instinct to reach for him, to call out for him and in response, you feel the buck of his hips, pressing him deeper within you. Steve whimpers.

“You got it, honey,” He assures, voice more and more breathy. “Doing so good.”

There’s a soft squelch as you work yourself down on him, a coil of pleasure beginning to tighten up in your tummy. You feel a fiery warmth beneath your skin that spikes with every movement you make.

One of Steve’s hands comes up to cover your own, holding it tight to his chest — right over his heart and he lets the other nudge your face back to facing him. You hadn’t realised how it had begun to tilt forward, lost in your own pleasure.

“Mhm, fu- fuck, that’s my girl,” Steve whispers. You shift up to change the angle and when you fuck back down, you moan loudly — Steve writhing beneath you to contain himself from fucking up into you. You, however, show him no mercy.

“God,” Steve whines loudly. His breathes are coming out with little whimpers now. “That’s—that’s it— just fuckin’ take what you need. Take it, take it from me, baby.”

Your cunt gushes and you whimper — and you do just that.

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

The Things We Do For Love- Part 4

Part 3

Hero sat on the bed, dumbfounded. It was a lie, it had to be a lie. Villain wouldn’t do this…they wouldn’t. They didn’t even hear the knock on the door.

“Hero?”

Hero recognized Villain’s voice, but they didn’t look up. Villain crossed the room and stood in front of them. Hero avoided their gaze.

“I can only imagine how you must be feeling,” Villain started, “I want you to know that I did it because I lo-”

“Don’t,” Hero bit out, “don’t finish that sentence. You ruined everything. This was my choice, and you took it away from me.”

“That wasn’t a choice, Hero, that was a suicide!” Villain countered, “there’s another way to do this without you being a sacrifice.”

“Well, I guess we’ll never find out, since you just rejoined forces with Supervillain,” Hero spat.

“Hero, please listen to me- just let me explain things-”

“No. Villain, if you want there to be a chance that I ever speak to you again, you’ll leave me alone.”

Villain opened their mouth to speak, then closed it. They sighed.

“…I’ll bring you breakfast in a little bit.”

Villain left the room, gently closing the door behind them. Hero waited for their footsteps to fade before dissolving into a heap of sobs. They were so close to saving everyone, and Villain- their Villain- had snatched it away. The worst part was, as angry as they were, they couldn’t fault Villain entirely. If Villain was the one to die and Hero had the same opportunity to save them, they would probably make the same choice. Still, the thought of Supervillain controlling everything with an iron fist because of Villain’s actions…well, it wasn’t comforting.

…

Villain started making Hero’s breakfast. They were about to bring it up to them when Supervillain sauntered into the kitchen.

“I see why you chose the right side,” Supervillain said, “they’re quite the little motivator. You’d do anything for them.”

Villain nodded quietly. Supervillain smirked and left the kitchen. Villain discreetly slid a thin, metal object into Hero’s stack of pancakes.

“Anything,” they agreed.

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[abrokenherocomplex]

(prequel) before the dawn

prequel to in the dark

The villain stirred awake, blinking to adjust their eyes to the darkness before they clicked on their bedside lamp. Illuminated opposite them, the hero thrashed in their bedsheets crying out wordlessly. The villain shook their head as if to be sure it was not a dream. When was the last time they’d seen their roommate in their own bed?

The villain had assumed the hero had been sleeping somewhere else. Chez some paramour or other – the hero certainly wasn’t lacking in that department. This was different. And certainly not a dream.

Their feet hit the cold floor before their brain could keep up. They approached the hero’s side of the room as the hero thrashed again with a wordless cry.

Wincing, the villain shook the hero’s shoulder. At the touch, the hero gasped awake, sitting up with such force that the villain stumbled back a step. The hero looked around wildly, trying to take in their surroundings.

“It’s okay, you’re alright,” the villain’s first instinct was to sooth, approaching softly. “Uh, you’re in the dorm,” they tried.

Sweat slicked the hero’s brow. They trembled, though the rise and fall of their chest slowly evened out after a moment.

“I-” they managed. “I was dreaming, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry,” the villain replied cautiously. “Are you… alright?”

“I’m fine,” the hero replied, rubbing a hand over their tired eyes. “Really, you can go back to bed.” They pointedly didn’t make eye contact.

The villain raised their eyebrows. “So, you can wake me up with another nightmare?”

“I don’t need you to sooth my nightmares.”

“Fine. I take it you’ve been sleeping well, then?” The villain pushed.

“Oh, shove off.”

“I’m just asking. Since I never see you, you know, actually sleep.”

The hero was silent.

“Do you want to talk about it?” The villain asked against their better judgement.  

The hero gave them a half-hearted glare.

“No soothing nightmares, I got it.” The villain replied, their hands up in surrender.

“You’re mocking me.”

“I’d never.”

The pillow hit the villain’s face before they could react. Even at – they glanced at the clock – 4 in the morning the hero had impeccable aim.

“Fine,” the villain said, shoving the pillow back towards the hero. “Good night.”

The hero turned over, grumbling something about roommates and minding their own business.

It wasn’t ten minutes after the villain had switched off the bedside lamp that the hero was awake again, jolting up in bed and gasping for air like it was their lifeline.

“What the fuck,” the villain said, switching the light back on and sitting up in their own bed. “What is going on?”

The hero pointedly ignored the villain’s stare as they forced breaths in and out.

“Fine, don’t tell me. Just interrupt my REM cycle why don't you - ” the villain deadpanned before they caught the hero’s gaze slide to the bedside lamp. “… Do you want me to keep this on?”

“That-” the hero caught their breath, nodding. “That would be good.”

The villain laid back down, studying their roommate. “Huh. You know everyone’s afraid of something. Nothing to be ashamed of.”

The hero squeezed their eyes shut, as if willing themselves to be anywhere but here. “Ah yes, the dark. Terrifying.” They attempted a light joke. It fell flat. “What are you afraid of, then?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

If anything, that seemed to snap the hero out of their semi panic. They glared at the villain; a challenge posed. “I would, actually.”

“I’m sure you’ll find out.” The villain turned over. “Go to sleep.”

Surprisingly, the hero did.

~

@excessive-vampires kind of what you wanted?

@written-by-jayy a tag for you <3

[mj-iza-writer]

When Caretaker makes you breakfast and gives you ice water.

I can't wait to introduce you to this character. I'm thinking of going along the lines of tiny Whumpee but I will venture out and do other concept photography.

Taglist. As always please let me know if you want to be added or taken off of the list. It's not a problem at all.

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Thought you'd enjoy Taglist: @written-by-jayy @weirdthingweee

[serickswrites]

Bring VII

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 8

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, unconsciousness, wounds

All Right Hand knew was pain. They could smell their own burnt flesh. Could taste the blood that ran down the back of their throat. And it took everything in them to keep their eyes open. 

“If you pass out, Right Hand, I’ll return my attention back to Sidekick. You don’t want that, do you?” Villain whispered in Right Hand’s ear. “You will have sacrificed yourself for nothing.”

Right Hand glanced over at Sidekick. Sidekick still hadn’t regained consciousness and Right Hand was beginning to worry that Villain had done something to Sidekick in the time they had been gone to do other chores after pouring the salt and water on Sidekick’s back. 

“I’m awake,” Right Hand hissed. But they weren’t sure for how much longer. It was taking everything in them to stay awake.

Villain grinned. “I can see that. We’ll see how long you last.” Villain scraped their finger along an open wound on Right Hand’s back. 

Right Hand squealed in pain.Villain laughed as they pushed their finger into the wound. “This could all stop, you just have to say yes.”

Right Hand couldn’t say anything. All they could think about was the burning pain and the encroaching darkness. They had to stay awake or Sidekick would face more torture. 

“No yes? Then I guess I’ll keep going.” Villain scraped another wound with their other hand. “I gave you so many chances, Right Hand.” 

Right Hand’s grip on consciousness began to fade as Villain thrust more fingers into the wounds, pulling and tearing Right Hand’s skin. Right Hand gave a silent plea for forgiveness and mercy as the darkness consumed them.

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[cryptidclaw]

Sea-jayy gets it! They really get it!!

I love Ashfur because of how real he feels. Like I guess Tigerstar in real in the sense of there being racist people in power but Ashfur is a special type of real. He’s a personal type of real, dude’s a literal incel 😩. He’s scary because some people out there have possibly encountered their own Ashfur.

This also reminds of the time I was watching a video about how Bramblestar was a terribly written character and then they started saying how Ashfur would have been a better mate for Squirrelfight and I clicked off the video immediately because what?? 💀💀.

NO FR his character just hits different because he is a very real kind of person that you could meet. like most other villains are just fascist dictators, which do exist but are far less personal. you could meet and get personally fucked over by an irl Ashfur.

[xxshadowbabexx]

Not tagged, just saw this on @written-by-jayy acc and wanted to participate lol

Rules: Tag 10 or more people you want to get to know better

Relationship Status: Single and okay with it

Favorite Color: Army green!!!!

Song Stuck in Head: Revenge Party from Mean Girls

Favorite Food: Ramen (the real thing, not the packaged stuff)

Last Song Listened To: Talking in Your Sleep by  The Romantics

Dream Trip: Spain!! And I’m going this summer!!

Last Show/Movie: Barbie 

Sweet, Spicy, or Savory: This wasn’t an option but sour for sure! 

Last Thing Googled: Fnaf Sun drawing ref

@balloonboyismyson @jugumpuppet @biscuitdolly @purple-plum-petals @sulleysoup @pixlokita @nobiee3 @notbeaxtystxr @starshinenoa

Not ten but thats everyone I follow who I havent seen do this yet!

[dylanmunson]

Baby parker series...

master of masterlists summary: you've moved into your own little trailer, opposite the towns local metal head, turns out he's actually a sweetheart.

written numbers are tumblr links and roman numerals are wattpad links, so in chapter 1 on wattpad its parts 1-3 on tumblr, if that makes sense?

its also on wattpad

one / i

two /

three

four / ii

five

six - Christmas / iii

seven - new years and questions

eight - parkers first birthday (p1) / iv

nine - parker first birthday (p2) / v

ten - eddie pov + baby sitting. (chapter vi + vii from wattpad)

eleven - hospital runs / viii

twelve - coming home&phone calls (chap ix + x from wattpad)

thirteen * - smut / xi

fourteen - four wattpad chapters in one / xii + xiii + xiv + xv

fifthteen - the birth of baby bean munson / xvi

sixteen - (parts 17, 18, 19 /xvii-xix on Wattpad)

Seventeen - (parts 20, 21, 22 xx-xxii on Wattpad)

(i'll come up with better titles soon i promise)

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[shibara]

Tagged by @written-by-jayy thanks a bunch~ ^^

Rules: Tag 10 or more people you want to get to know better.

Relationship status: Married, almost 10 years now~

Favorite color: Autumn colors in general, orange and green most.

Song stuck in head: Crucified by Bloodbound

Favorite food: milanesa sandwich

Last song listened to: Perro Amor Explota by Bersuit Vergarabat

Dream trip: Japan. I'd love to visit all those islands with lots of 1 animal

Last show/movie: Wheel of Time, season 2. Sssssso tasty~

Spicy, sweet, or savory?: Savory, no question.

Last thing googled: synonyms for the word 'sandblast'

Tags~ @ephdraws @croik @miskapestek @samglyph @horseboneologist @bluejayblueskies @kassasaurus-rex @janirah @asininestars @albertavenator @shadow0haven @saltbright

Also, anyone else who wants to give it a ago, feel invited 0 w0~

[facts-withjayy]

Expanding on my post on my main blog

(@written-by-jayy), about RLS

So before posting this, despite having RLS (Restless Legs Syndrome), there is still much for me to learn about it. I'll be crediting any articles, posts, etc. in the comments (please don't hesitate to add on in comments, reblogs, or asks if I missed anything, or if you have any questions. If I'm able to verify them as true, I'll add them onto this and credit you and link your post/account in the comments. Thank you!). Anyway, without further ado...

RLS has no known cause or cure, though there are ways of providing relief for yourself. Some of which include: apply heating or cooling pack, moderate exercise, massage, warm bath, iron supplements, etc.

RLS is a diagnosed neurological disorder that causes feelings and sensations such as aching, burning, itching, cramping, etc., primarily in the legs but can also occasionally occur in the arms, chest, and neck.

This disorder must be diagnosed by a professional, but some signs and symptom/affects include "A strong and often overwhelming urge to move your legs that is often associated with abnormal, unpleasant, or uncomfortable sensations"-1. Along with difficulty sleeping, frustration (this one's a personal addition. It causes very much frustration for me :]), etc.

Bending, stretching, massaging, pacing, etc. are all ways of providing temporary relief-2, as well as what I previously mentioned.

Some other things to note about RLS:

Can happen at any time of the day but is worst at evening and night or during rest or inactivity

SYMPTOMS ARE DIFFERENT FOR EVERYONE AFFECTED. NOT EVERYONE WILL HAVE THE SYMPTOMS I LISTED AND NOT EVERYONE WILL FIND RELIEF FROM THE METHODS I INCLUDED

ADDITIONALLY, MANY PEOPLE AFFECTED LIKELY FIND RELIEF OR HAVE SYMPTOMS THAT I DID NOT MENTION SO PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANY

There is not a test for RLS, so it is diagnosed with a doctor's evaluation

Before trying medicine or supplements to help, please talk to your health care provider

Again, if I missed anything please add on or let me know so I can update this and credit you! Thank you!

[written-by-jayy]

Prompt #5

Masterlist

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Small whumpee getting rescued by a team of people.

At first no one can find whumpee. Until they break open a locked cupboard.

Do they find whumpee calmly and curiously looking at them, relatively unbothered? Do they find feral whumpee immediately attacking them? Do they find a shaking, sobbing, and severely injured whumpee begging for mercy? Are there other options?

That’s the whole prompt. Just something that was on my mind that I wanted to release out into the world. That’s all. :D

[pinejayy]

Oh my!! It seems like I've been blocked once again by that certain someone uwu

Oh well!! They did me the favor uwu

Honestly I'm kinda sick of their childish behavior, like I've told them before I do write for male reader (if asked) but just not smut because I don't know how it feels for a male perspective. And oof I've written two male readers so far, since they were requests (both were of Gyokko 1/2) but they want smut and smut only. // And also they seem to hate any kind of female readers and also don't like GN readers which I don't understand because that includes everyone.

But oof!! If you don't know who they are someone in the Demon Slayer community going around and harassing my friends and my favorite writers and a bunch of other people as well for some male smut! And people have kindly declined their request because first off they don't know how to write for male reader or how it feels and second everyone has the right to decline any form of request but they guilt trip you and call you rude slurs and also they'll call you lazy. And the Demon Slayer community is a safe place for some people and this person running around and basically being rude to a butt load of people is actually quite upsetting.

so yeah that's basically it!! jayy out!! I love my baby gyokko uwu have a great day guys!!

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

The Things We Do For Love- Part 2

Part 1

Hero yawned and stretched in bed. They remembered their situation and their face fell. They got up and started to get dressed. They tried not to think about how this would be the last time they suited up.

…

Superhero and Villain watched over the weapon’s final preparations.

“We’re ready for them,” General said, coming up to Superhero.

Superhero nodded. They called over two league members.

“Escort Hero to the courtyard,” Superhero instructed, “…and if Hero has any last requests…”

Superhero swallowed a lump in their throat before continuing.

“Make sure they get what they want,” Superhero finished.

The league members nodded, leaving to go get Hero.

“You’re awfully quiet,” Superhero said, noting Villain’s blank expression.

“Can you blame me?” Villain asked, “you’re sending the only person I’ve ever cared about to their grave.”

…

There was a knock on Hero’s door.

“Come in,” Hero said quietly.

The door opened, but instead of two league members in the doorway, a tall, dark figure stood in their place.

“Hero,” Supervillain greeted.

Hero’s eyes went wide. They immediately charged their power.

“How did you get in here!? This place is off the grid!”

Supervillain chuckled. They closed the distance between them and Hero in a few confident strides. Before Hero could release their energy, Supervillain jammed a needle into their skin. Hero’s glowing eyes flickered, and the balls of energy in their hands fizzled out into nothing.

“Poor innocent thing,” Supervillain cooed, “so simple-minded. You couldn’t see you had a traitor in your midst.”

Hero blinked rapidly, trying to clear their vision. They stood on wobbly legs, trying to summon their power again. Supervillain took hold of Hero’s wrists in a death-like grip, squeezing just enough that Hero was forced to stop.

“That’s enough of that,” Supervillain’s voice echoed- why did it sound so distant?

Hero’s world tilted on its axis as they were swept up into a bridal carry. They felt a gentle rocking sensation as they were carried out of their room.

“H-help-” Hero pleaded, but their voice was so weak that they barely spoke above a whisper.

Hero’s eyes fluttered shut as they finally lost the battle to stay conscious. Supervillain flew out of the compound just as the agents arrived to escort Hero to the courtyard.

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[emy-da-flareon2]

Woohoo Tag game!! 9 people you’d like to know better!!

🩷Tagged by: @bowstripe 🩷

🩵Tagging: I've copy and pasted from Bowie 😅 so for me I'm gonna end up tagging ppl I don't actually know, but hey! Ig thats why this game exists! @jayy-walker @toxic-gin @coffee-bat @zu-is-here (lol i dont have much ppl on here💀)🩵

Currently Watching: haven't started watching anything but I'm planning on watching season two of Sonic Prime!

Currently Reading: I find that I like ready what I've written on Wattpad! 💀

Last Song: left behind by Da Games (such a bangger!)

Current Obsession: my ocs, Sonic the hedgehog, Crash bandicoot (specifically Crash Team Rumble), undertale, Nimona, Billie Bust Up and the multiverse!

Now, let's continue this game!

[mj-iza-writer]

Thanks to @clairelsonao3 for tagging me! I'm sick today so this will be nice to do and take my mind off things.

Rules: Tag 10 or more people you want to get to know better.

Relationship status: happily single for right now at least.

Favorite color: Green Black and Purple

Song Stuck in my Head: Stayin Alive by Bee Gees. Currently I feel like I'm dying.

Favorite food: Pizza

Last Song Listened to: Soft by Motionless in White

Dream Trip: Japan

Last TV show/ movie: last movie was Matilda

Spicy/Sweet/Savory?: Savory for sure

Last Thing googled: is it normal for your eye to bleed?

Ten people to tag. I'm going to pick a few who I tag in my writing and actively respond to my writing. I highly appreciate them so much. I'll also tag a few people who I've enjoyed talking to.

@the-beasts-have-arrived @sacredwrath @porschethemermaid @monarchthefirst @generic-whumperz @bloodyandfrightened @written-by-jayy @freefallingup13 @cyborg0109 @weirdthingweee

Wow I'm surprised that's ten I think. No hard feelings if you don't want to do this though.