Since more people are starting to find out who I am, I'll introduce myself!
I'm Ise (pronounced E-say as in the letter e), but I also go by Cinnamon!
Any pronouns besides she/her are okay, but I mostly use they/them, and I'm hyperfixated on Tally Hall! But I'm not that hyperfixated rn
I post random stuff, so don't expect any semblance of sense to be made lol
I'm a minor, and I'm single but not looking for anyone atm
My page is safe for everyone who isn't a terrible person (pedos, bigots, groomers, queerphobes, and those types of people) but ddlg and abdl DNI as I am an age regressing minor!
Speaking of being an age regressor, if you are coming on my account from me liking or following your agere content, sometimes my account has strong language and older topics. If you just want to see my agere content, my agere tag is "Issy's Cimomim Corner!" Be safe and careful online, little ones! ^^
Old Indy x female uni student in her 20s; he's unhappy with the way the world is nowadays, he's feeling down and out of place, and she has a secret crush on him but all she dares to do is to give him a shy smile whenever they walk past each other at the campus. Eventually he notices it and when he smiles back at her, her heart skips a beat, she blushes and looks away, and has to hold herself back to not dance around the hallway out of joy
Me when I find out that I'm not eating too many carbs or calories I'm actually not reaching what my body needs and I'm slightly malnourished but we're brainwashed to believe that eating little and no carbs is good for you hmmmmm 🤔🤔🤨🤧
i met with my hs friends tonight and it was so cold and there were no heaters inside the place we hang out and we just laughed nonstop it was an amazing night but now im coughin so hard im so mad
Oh my god, it happened. For the first time in nearly a decade I've posted writing in a public forum. Absolutely nerve wracking.
redactedverse: Darlin, ~4.4k
Full fic on AO3
It’s there, again. Their body recognizes it before they can consciously identify the feeling, a prickle along the skin as hairs begin to stand on end and an unease settling in their stomach. Reflexes have them stopping their bike to scan the area, looking for places he could be, and it takes a moment for them to notice that the sun’s still up.
Safe in the awareness that Quinn can’t leap out at any moment, they examine the feeling. It isn’t anxiety; it isn’t even particularly unpleasant, despite the clear sense that it’s something to do with Quinn. They don’t know what about it makes them so sure it's him, except that they are. It’s something both internal and external, a pressure against them instilling an odd blend of unease and longing. There’s a weight to it, and if they block everything else out they imagine that they can pinpoint it.
So they try.
I'm tagging @ejunkiet as requested, even though you already know it's up v_v
Edit: herpderp probably helps to actually include the fucking link 🙃