#mimsy replies

[kelppsstuff]

Dancing

Masterlist

Warnings: blood, killing, cannibalism

Human Alastor x reader

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Alastor sat at the bar, his eye twitching at the loud mouths sitting beside him. It was a group of three boys and they were so loud most couldn’t hear the sound of the woman singing.

Alastor clenched his jaw, ready to take these assholes outside and kill them. Though the sound of a lovely voice stopped him.

“Sorry to cut your fun short boys, but some of us would actually like the music over your annoying voices.” Alastor turned his head — along with the other men — and saw you.

(H/C) paired with beautiful (E/C) hues. You looked like a goddess with your black flapper dress hugging your body. Showing off every curves your body had to offer.

Before the men could make a snarky reply to your face, you walked off. The pearls around your neck bouncing with each confident step you took.

“Fucking whore.” One of the men said, his ego clearly bruised by you. Alastor grip tightened around his glass of whiskey. Fucking disrespectful ignorant assholes, he thought. He downed the last sip of his whiskey and walked of after you.

When he caught up to you he was quick to introduce himself. “I’m Alastor. You are?” He spoke his voice remained indifferent but his eyes showed his curiosity. You smile and you took his out stretched hand. “Y/N.” You said as he kissed the back of your right hand.

Alastor smiled widened you told him your name. What a beautiful name. “Y/N” your name rolled of his tongue with ease. “Would you care to dance?” He spoke his question as the singer changed and a faster pace song started. “Why it would be a pleasure, Alastor.” He took you by the hand and started to twirl you around.

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He had spent the night, dancing, drinking, and he even performed a song with you; courtesy of his dear friend Mimsy. 

“You’ve never heard of me of the radio?” Alastor asked, his voice in shock as if that would be impossible. “Unfortunately I’m not wealthy enough to own one. Probably my fault for coming here and drinking too much gin.” Alastor smiled, amused by the woman in-front of him. “That’s quite a shame.” You were about to continue your conversation when the same men from before started to become loud again. Alastor could see the irritation form in you, just as you could see it form in him.

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As the night started to come to an end you wished him farewell as you walked out the door. Alastor noticed the three men from before follow you out. He went to go after them. He a devilish thoughts on what to do with them. Not only were they rude to everyone but being obnoxious, one had insulted you and he planned on making his death slow and painful.

He got distracted for just a minute and lost them. He started to curse himself, but he knew he’d get another chance.

He headed down the ally to get to him home only to be met with you licking the blood of a knife. Three men laid in front of you, all dead from stab wounds. You were covered in blood, your hair wet with it, you pearls stained of red, and your legs had streaks of bright crimson. He originally thought you looked heaven-sent, but as he saw you know heaven-sent wasn’t the right word. Ravishing was a better way to describe your tempting allure.

Alastor walked out the shadows and made himself known to you. “Looks like there’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing.”

You eyes widen, you had been sure no one was following you four into the ally way. Alastor grabbed your left hand, as your right held the knife, and kissed it. He licked his lips and tasted the blood on your hands.

“Are you going to tell?” You could feel the panic bubbling in your stomach, but you didn’t show it.

“And why would I tell on such a splendid performance.” Alastor dropped your hand and grabbed the knife from you. Liking the rest of the blood off, just like you did before. “I must say, I am saddened you gotten to them first.”

You smiled at the tall man, “maybe next time I’ll catch you.” Alastor handed you back you knife. “Or maybe, we’ll both commit the act together.” He spoke.

“Care to dance?” He offered you a hand, making you raise a brow. “There’s no music.” You grabbed his hand.

He twirled you into his chest, the blood on you seeking into his white shirt a bit. “We can make our own.”

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HIIII! I know this is short, but the idea came to me and I decided to write it. If you’ve seen my other “how long” fic then you should know that I’m working on the last and final part and it should be out very very soon! AND ALSO I AM WORKING ON ANOTHER REQUEST AS WELL!

-kelp 💛

Taglist

#hazbin hotel #hazbin #masterlist #x reader #Alastor #alastor x reader #alastor hazbin hotel #radio demon #human alastor

[sugarrushproductions]

What we didn't see in HH, EP 5

Husker took in a deep breath and tried to stop the tremor in his hands. Tried being the keyword. Angel and Pentious were busy talking to Mimsy, the later complaining about not having another drink.

When he finally felt he could do his job without dropping the bottles he walked into view.

"Well it's about time, pussycat," Mimsy scolded, holding out her empty cup. "What's it gonna take to get some service around here?"

Angel had noted Husker's tremor the moment he came into view. The cat demon was good at keeping it from his hands and his ears, even his wings were as still as possible when moving. The only place he saw it was his tail. As Husk took Mimsy's cup, which he did softer than he needed to, Angel had the sinking feeling that this mood change had something to do with Alastor.

He remembered how Val could sometimes make him feel, how scared he was when....

Angel scratched his neck, looking at his nearly empty drink. His eyes lit up with an idea. One that would have him going back on his word, but at least it would get Husk out of his funk.

"Hey, poor me another too, Whiskers," Angel gave Husk one of his cockiest smirks and let his bedroom eyes shine. Other than a quick flick of one ear, all he got was a quick glance as Husk put down Mimsy's drink.

"Sure thing," was Husk's short reply. Angel shared a worried glance with Pentious when he turned around, but put the look back on when Husk turned around with his new drink. Before he could pull his hand away, Angel put one of his lower ones on it. That got Husk to meet his eyes with a raised eyebrow.

"Thanks, Whiskers." Angel slid his hand further up his arm, getting narrowed eyes in response. "Is there anyway I could... repay you?"

Mimsy scoffed. "This kind of service, it seems he needs to be givin us a repayment."

Husker growled and gave her a glare out of the corner of his eyes. It softened as he felt Angel's grip tighten on his arm. Looking back at him he found nothing of the mask that the spider had just moments before. His pink eyes were filled with annoyance as Mimsy just sipped her drink.

Realization washed over Husker, making him turn his ears back to hide his blush as best he could. He'd been trying to keep them from seeing the darker side of Alastor considering everyone liked him to some extent (and the fact that Alastor would make good on the threat he'd just made). But

Angel saw through it. Of course he would, he knew what it was like. With a small smile, he gently grasped Angel's hand to move it.

"Nothing right now, kid," Husker said, turning around to make sure the heat on his white face wouldn't be see. "Thanks for the offer."

Before Angel could answer, the hotel shook as the front door creaked.

"Mimsy, we know you're in there you lousy bitch!" Someone yelled from outside, the hotel shaking once more.

The bitch in question just winced and ducked to the ground.

Headcannon: Sir Pentious definitely created a defense system after the attack. With or without Vaggie's permission, I don't know.

#hazbin husk #huskerdust #hazbin hotel #husk #hazbin angel dust #angel dust hazbin hotel #angeldust hazbin hotel #husker x angel dust #angelhusk #angel x husk #sir pentious

[izvmimi]

Mimsi do you and tanjiro have an after-mission routine? Things you do together to decompress and come down from the high of fighting for your life?

help i'm doing the most with this reply... anyway, here's like one instance -

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Tempest Breathing takes a lot out of you, always, and Tanjiro insists that you’ll eventually get the hang of it, but you can’t wait for it to come soon enough. Your lungs feel overinflated, your chest expanded to discomfort and everything hurts: your body from tips of your toes to the top of your head, your very organs feel as though they are crushed and on fire at once.

Admittedly, the immediate danger is gone. A decapitated demon’s head no longer rolls, its body and skull separated and staked to the ground like the most unfortunate of vampires. You’ve done a good job swirling and slashing with your staff with as much precision as you can muster despite your limited and late training and you helped, you know you did a good job but now you’re reduced to nothing particularly useful, barely able to sit up and trying so hard to steady your breathing. 

“Purse your lips,” Tanjiro instructs you. He’s huddled over you, in the way someone would crouch protectively over an injured pet, and it embarrasses you that he feels the need to treat you so carefully, but you’re still gasping for air and beating your chest with your left fist to force the extra air out. The tears welling in your eyes blur your vision as Tanjiro carefully but firmly pulls your hands away from clawing at yourself and holds them carefully in his.

“Breathe. You’re okay. You’re alive.”

It’s not hard to trust him - you always do, but when your head is spinning the way it is now, it’s hard to focus on the movement of your diaphragm or the words coming out of his mouth. Sweat drips from your forehead, although you should be thankful it’s not blood seeping from a head wound that could take weeks to close.

“Breathe,” he keeps prompting you, and still trembling, you try to mouth the words, I can’t, but even that you can’t do without difficulty. 

He can see the desperation in your eyes, however. 

Tanjiro bites his lower lip for a moment then leans in, resting his hands gently on your shoulders. He’s not supposed to help you with this, all the Hashiras agree that you need to learn to manage the blowback of a technique you created, but he can’t bear to see you suffer any longer.

Tilting your head upward to open up your airway, he presses his lips to yours, and does the reverse of CPR, breathing in as much of the excess as he can and exhaling through his nostrils, and you can feel your heart slow.

The tears continue, but it’s no longer mixed with desperate chokes and sputters or the clamoring of your hands. He breathes steadily, in longer than out, decompressing your chest carefully over moments that feel stretched in their duration due to the intensity of your emotions. 

You wonder what you would do without him, helpless but thankful. 

The last bit of excess comes out and your breathing regulates, and his lips leave yours. Still watching carefully, he presses a thumb gently onto your lower lip and smiles.

“Do you feel better now?”

You’re breathless for another reason entirely, but you have the wherewithal to nod now. You can see the shine of your own salty anguish reflected on his cheeks in the moonlight and your breathing steadies. 

His hand reaches for yours as you try shakily to rise. 

“We should practice.” He’s still squeezing once you’re on your feet again, not letting go. “That must hurt so much, I could feel how much air was in there, stagnant.”

Your hand lays limp in his as he pulls you along, two paces behind, and wonder how you could be so lucky that he’s by your side.

#daydreams: kny #tanjimimi #treasures: nana #mimi replies #thank you for the question i'm unwell

[rosebushstuff]

The Bitch With The Same Name As Me

Francis was sitting in class, bored out of his mind. He ran a hand through his slightly disheveled brown hair, which he hadn't combed because, well, he woke up 30 minutes before school started and he'd somehow rushed here in a not-so-good mood. So there he sat, in the classroom, staring at his desk. There was nothing particularly interesting about the greenish-blue colour of the wooden table, but Francis stared anyway, thinking about his history homework and how he really didn't give a shit about World War II.

Francis was starting to doze off, tired after a lot of work (if work means playing video games until 3 in the morning), when suddenly he heard a noise. He looked up and saw a blonde-haired man wearing blue-tinted sunglasses entering the room. It took him a second to realise it was PC Principal, and a slight bout of irritation flared up in his mind. After all, that was the guy who'd consider anything you said a microagression, and Francis thought of him to be nothing more than an annoying tryhard piece of shit. "What's the guy got to say this time?", he thought to himself.

The middle-aged man cleared his throat before going on. "Kids, you all should know that this weekend is the special-ed science fair. And, uh..." PC Principal flipped through a document before looking back up again. "Someone called Francis Myers has been selected to be one of the judges at the science fair. Is there a Francis Myers in this class?"

Francis, on hearing his name, jumped up. "Uhh, I'm Francis Myers." He said sheepishly.

"Alright then. Please show up at the venue of the science fair at 11:30 AM on Saturday, and don't be late." He said, before leaving the classroom, and leaving an extremely bummed out Francis behind.

Fucking bullshit...

On Saturday, Francis was at the science fair, waiting for it to begin. He felt...bored. Mind-numbingly bored. That was something Francis felt often, but now he was feeling it ten times worse than he usually did, when he suddenly saw somebody walking up to him. Francis blinked a few times and looked at the person.

It was a girl, with short red hair, and she was wearing a pristine-white lab coat. Her blue eyes met Francis's hazel green, and for the first time ever Francis felt his heart skip a beat. What the fuck?

"Hi." The girl said to him, and Francis snapped out of his slightly lovestruck daze. "Hey." He replied back in a tone he hoped was chill enough for the girl to think he was cool. "You're one of the judges at the science fair, right?"

"Yes...I am." He said, but he was distracted by how... cute she was. She has little freckles underneath her eyes, one of which was squinted, and she had red hair. Francis always had a thing for redheads, although he'd dated a few brunettes before, and the red complimented her face perfectly, but just as Francis was looking at her like a lost puppy, she said something again.

"What's your name?"

Francis had almost forgotten his name for a second because of the slight nervousness he felt but he went ahead anyway. "It's, uh, Francis. Yeah." He sputtered, and the girl giggles a little. "Oh, wow, my name's Francis too. Nice to meet you, Francis."

"... Nice to meet you too, Francis." He said, and the girl laughed again. Francis couldn't help but think her laugh was sweet.

Just then, the science fair began, and Francis went to judge the projects.

There were tons of them, ranging from an impressive machine that could use solar energy and convert it into battery to charge electric cars, to a piece of...burnt toast. Someone called Mimsy had submitted that, and Francis rated it a 1. Francis was starting to feel that sense of boredom again, when suddenly that pretty red-haired girl walked up and showed her project off. It was kind of basic - a Coke and Mentos volcano, and the two other judges rated it a 5, but seeing her bright, radiant smile as she explained her project was enough for Francis to rate her a 10.

Francis, (the red-haired girl, to be precise) beamed at her rating, but...she didn't win. Some kid called Jimmy did. She seemed slightly dissapointed, and Francis noticed that. He walked up to her and tried to break the ice.

"Uh...hey. You look kinda sad." He said. "Don't worry, there's always next time. I think your project is pretty cool."

"Really?" She perked up. "Thanks."

Francis decided to bite the bullet and ask her out. "So...uh...any plans later today?" He said, his eyes darting around the room nervously, but surprisingly..

"No, not really." She said. This was his chance!

"Wanna go to the movies with me later today?" He said. He'd have to use that extra ticket for Francis, making a mental note to apologise to Brimmy..."It's a Terrance and Phillip movie, so, I get if you don't want to-"

"Are you kidding? I love Terrance and Phillip! Of course I'll go!" She said. Francis noticed the slight blush on her face, and he smiled at her, and she smiled back.

Suddenly, she said something again. She tucked a strand of her bright red hair behind her ear before going on. "Uh... this is the first time a guy has asked me out before." She said.

"Really?" He tilted his head in curiosity. "You're a pretty girl. I wonder why." Francis's face became just as red as her hair. "You're way too nice, Francis." She half-whispered.

Maybe judging at the science fair wasn't that bad after all.

Wow, to be honest I didnt expect someone to make a fanfic based on one of my posts but thanks!

#south park #sp francis #fanfic #ask #sp fic

[mimsyaf]

I am watching The Witcher S3:

It is impossible (for me, ymmv) to give 2 shits about anyone in this fucking show except Yenn, that elf guy who Siri Ciri used to hang out with for a bit when she was fleeing Nilfgard in S1, Jaskier (but only because Joey Batey is marvelous), and Cahir because we stan one (1) deranged fanatic, and I guess also Fringilla because she seems as over it all as I am. Oh and Istredd my beloved, who so far has been in a total of 10 seconds of this season.

And you might say, well Mimsy, that’s a lot of people. To which I would reply that THERE ARE SO SO MANY FUCKING PEOPLE IN THIS and it is so confusing but not in a “keep up with the clever twists” kind of way but a what the fuck is ever happening at any given time kind of way. Like, everyone’s got at least 3 agendas and are double crossing each other all the time but I can’t keep track of ANY of it. And there are just too many existential threats. But anyway, despite the people I mentioned above that I do want to actually see, instead I am watching hours of footage of That Fire Dude, the king’s ambiguously rascally gay brother who I want to like but I seriously don’t have a clue what his deal is and also he needs to open his mouth more when he talks, Fucking Francesca and Filavandrel (I thought HE was supposed to be King of the Elves or whatever, but he just mopes around after her sorry ass), Fucking Francesca’s Brother Who Is At Least Now Dead, that other elf guy who talked like Bill Pullman and who was annoying but at least he also hated Francesca, Meanface Tissaia, That Very Hot Sorcerer Guy from S2 who I guess is sleeping with Tissaia and is leading the sorcerers or at least the AMAB ones (do THEY get turned into eels, or is that fate just reserved for girls), that guy who I think is supposed to be a dwarf but is mostly just Scottish. that Redanian king and his spymaster Dykstra or however he spells his name (actually I would climb that old man like a tree but I hate his stupid storyline also because I have no idea what he and bird lady are even trying to DO), The White Flame Who I Guess Used To Be The Hedgehog Guy but seriously the actor playing him is like 30, I guess he fathered Ciri when he was 16, Ciri Herself, Geralt’s offscreen-fridged mother, that Druid lady (I like her werewolf bf though), that fake version of Ciri who sometimes talks in a weird voice, and The Wild Hunt. Who I guess are supposed to be terrifying but who just remind me of Gwar tbh. Oh and maybe Simon Callow is in it, or was? Above all I do not give a flying fuck about Geralt, which is kind of a problem. He’s BORING. He’s so BORING. And he’s onscreen so much of the time.

I dunno, people’s fic about the video games made them sound fun, were those fun? This is decidedly more unfun with each season although it is kind of queer and has many many beautiful people to look at. It also has a lot of non-specific vibes and I guess I’m watching for that. But if one more person says “The Continent” again I am going to lose my shit.

#the Witcher season three spoilers #the witcher negativity #I’m not being at all hateful towards people who love this show #god bless and please share your diagrams with me #I just have no idea what is going on #in season one there were time skips all over the place and it was still 100x more coherent and compelling than this garbage

[mannylikessims]

The True Story of the Villareal Family [3.4]

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It was a balmy Saturday at the Windenburg pool, reeking of chlorine to cover up the smell of all the little kids peeing in it, and Luna’s heart felt like it wanted to explode out of her chest.

Sofia had just figured out the identity of Luna’s mystery knight – the one she had a massive crush on.

“Sofia– Sofia!” Luna was nearly hyperventilating when she found her friend. “Who is it? Who’s my knight??”

“Whoa girl, don’t be desperate,” said Sofia. Paragons were not desperate. If anything, people were supposed to be desperate for them.

“Tell me!”

“Oh my Watcher, Luna, ok. So, I overheard this lady in the bathroom talking about how her sister’s really into fantasy cosplay, like knights and stuff. Her sister is Yuki. Behr, from our grade.”

“Yuki… Behr?” repeated Luna, slowly. A girl? Her knight was a girl?

“Yep,” replied Sofia. “I mean, Yuki can pass as cute and stuff, but she’s a total dweeb and like, painfully shy.”

Luna hesitated. She was still not over the fact that her knight was a girl.

What was it that the ghost of Lady Mimsy had told her? Oh right, to keep an open mind, and that her prince might not seem like a prince at first. Well, maybe Lady Mimsy had known all along that the knight wasn’t a prince at all, but a prin-cess.

“Sure, Yuki’s a Misfit, but maybe we can teach her how to be a Paragon?” Sofia said, thinking. “You’d have to talk to her in person, though, to figure out if she’s good enough.”

“Ok, but how?” said Luna. “Obviously I can’t talk to her at school, people would see us together, and I’m not ready to commit to that.”

Sofia smirked. “Well, guess who also overheard that Yuki hangs out at the coffee shop downtown on Sundays…”

Luna squealed. She could finally meet her mystery knight! In person! Tomorrow! “Thank you! You’re the best, Sofia!”

“I know,” she replied. “Just promise me one thing, Luna – remember, she’s a dweeb, and you’re a Paragon. Don’t, like, commit social suicide for something as stupid as love.”

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#thesims4 #simlit #sims4 #windenburg #villareal #get together #the true story of the villareal family #ts4 #the sims 4 #sims story #ts4 story #luna villareal #sofia bjergsen #sorry only the first photo is edited because i'm too lazy to do them all #this wouldn't be a problem if i had reshade TT.TT #tTSotVF

[your-local-grinning-cat]

‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe…

You have entered the Tulgey Wood, a place where Che’nya can often be found when he is not attending classes at Royal Sword Academy (RSA) or bothering visiting his friends at Night Raven College (NRC). Mind your step now - don’t step on the mome raths!

While all of Wonderland is mad, there are rules here! The Queen of Hearts has made sure of it! And even someone as chaotic as Che’nya listens to the Queen most of the time. So please keep the rules in mind while you’re here! Too much madness will make the cat disappear without a smile left behind. 😶‍🌫️

RULES…

1. The person helping Che’nya out behind the scenes is me, AR. He adopted me as his person. I have been lost in the Tulgey Wood for… a while now. So just know that when you talk to him, I will also be seeing the conversations.

2. If you have any questions or requests for advice and/or directions from the local stray, feel free to ask! Just know that when Che’nya gets back to you may vary… he is very free-spirited after all. One moment he’s here, then he’s at NRC stealing a tart from Heartslabyul, then he’s at RSA studying, and then he’s… who knows where! But I will make sure he gets to your requests whenever he wanders back to the Wood. Just be patient and respectful of the fact that both he and I have lives outside of this blog.

3. Che’nya is a flirty kitty, and is fine with you being flirty as well. However, flirting is as far as he is willing to go. Please do not act lewd, crass, or extremely NSFW. If you do, you may be either given a warning or teleported out of the Wood, depending on the severity. 🚫

4. Cursing is fine as long as it’s not excessive. There’s no need to use curses all the time - there’s much funnier ways to express frustration! Che’nya and I personally like mixing curses and non-curses together to see what we can create.

4. Che’nya and I both support people no matter where they have wandered from, what they look like, who they love, etc. We will not tolerate racism, homophobia, transphobia, sexism, etc. Once again, this will either result in a warning (if I think this is honestly a learning moment) or instant teleportation out. 🚫

5. Che’nya is a friendly kitty! He is absolutely willing to interact with other rp blogs and ocs! The more the merrier! Madness is much more fun when you can share it with more people!

6. I reserve the right to choose not to answer any question asked of me or Che’nya for any reason.

7. I am doing this basically entirely on mobile, so keep that in mind too. Some things just don’t translate well.

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TL;DR RULES…

1. There is a person behind this roleplay blog. Remember that and be kind and respectful.

2. You can send asks in but please be patient if you are not answered right away. I have a life outside of this blog, but I will try to get back to asap.

3. You can flirt, but do not go too far. Keep it relatively SFW. Go too far and you will either get a warning or blocked, depending on the severity of the rule break. 🚫

4. Be a decent human being. Don’t be racist, homophobic, transphobic, sexist, etc. Once again, this will either result in a warning (if I think this is honestly a learning moment) or a block. 🚫

5. I’m 100% willing to interact with other rp blogs and ocs!

6. I reserve the right to not answer anything.

7. I’m on my phone to use this roleplay blog. So keep that in mind if anything looks weird.

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Tags…

#che’nya chats - for replies to asks, whether questions or not

#che’nya appears - for when Che’nya wanders off and pops into view randomly at other blogs to cause mischief

#che’nya meows - for Che’nya’s random posts where he speaks his mind (for better or worse)

#chen’ya grins - for posts, jokes, riddles, puns, art, etc. that make Chen’ya happy and that he wants to share with his furrends!

#ar answers - for replies to asks that specifically deal with Che’nya’s person, AR, or where AR interacts more prominently than usual

#ar speaks - for AR’s posts that specifically have to do with their personal life outside of this blog; usually it will be an update as to where Che’nya has been hiding

And that’s finally it! Sorry about the excessively long post. I figure it’s best to just try to cover everything right up front.

Now it’s time for the cat to play… Heeheehee… 😸

#twisted wonderland #twst rp #twst roleplay #che’nya rp #che’nya #che’nya chats #che’nya appears #che’nya meows #che’nya grins #ar answers #ar speaks #twst #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland roleplay #twisted wonderland rp #artemiy artemiyevich pinker #chenya #twst characters #royal sword academy #twst rsa #night raven college #twst nrc #chenya rp #che’nya roleplay #chenya roleplay #cheshire cat

[ineffablecastielsstuff]

Dear me, Good Omens is taking over every aspect of my life. For whatever reason I just dreamt about Aziraphale exchanging letters with Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington, and despite the fact that I don't really want to be a Potterhead (anymore. Because, you know...), I feel like I really need that fanfic, especially the letter Aziraphale writes upon hearing about Sir Nicholas' demise, and then being very surprised and pleased and confused, when he somehow still gets a reply letter.

#That's it #I'm done now #Please forgive me #Gosh can I ask for forgiveness in the GO fandom #Without using a TW? #Either way #I go back to sleep now #Maybe I'll dream of Crowley being pen pals with Sirius #Or something #Getting late now #Good omens #And something else

[wonderloste]

❝ ’𝒯𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒾𝑔, and the slithy toves. Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: all mimsy were the borogoves, and the mome raths outgrabe. Beware the Jabberwock, Alice! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Chase the White Rabbit, and shun the frumious Bandersnatch! ❞

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independent MULTIMUSE OCS for an original & interactive OTOME storyline based upon ALICE IN WONDERLAND.  ღ  oc  &  canon friendly.  ღ  carrd is where you can find storyline & muse / world details.  ღ  please read blog information to understand what’s going on. ღ  blog acts upon an original otome storyline but romance & shipping are not required for interactions.

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♥       ―      𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 ... londonfallen + galaxiasus + zorkaya.

est. nov 9 , 2021. non-rp blogs blocked on sight. writer info | unicorn, 21+, she / her. some lore dumps : characters & domains. blogroll ! :  sunlessea , fckurselfie , otomates , reliver PROSHIPPERS FUCK OFF. PROSHIP SUPPORTERS, FUCK OFF.

sporadic activity rn while dealing with medical stuff.

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[wingsofbrassandfire]

81, 97, 98, 100

81. Where’s the most unusual place you’ve had sex? Did you cum?

I think against a pine tree next to a hiking trail? I don’t remember if I came or not but I do remember almost getting caught by this grandma-aged woman doing the trail with her dog

97. What was your most shame-filled orgasm? Why?

Shame?

98. What’s the messiest you’ve ever gotten during sex?

Food play is a fun idea, but at the end it wasn’t wasn’t worth the mess to try more than once

100. Put your hand into your underwear right now and type a reply to this with your other hand. Say whatever you want, so long as you’re touching yourself as you type.

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[shakedownscribes]

A Tender Touch

South Park - Nathan x Mimsy - Smut - Fluff

CW; Talk of S/A

!Characters are of age, Proship DNI!!

Oral/Penetrative sex, Nathan is Trans

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Tonight.

That's what Nathan had said, speaking with the love of his life Mimallah. The two had been through thick and thin for years. In their thirties now, the two had never once fallen out of the love they'd held for each other, even when things got difficult.

One thing that was never a fight, however, was the lack of sex. Nathan simply hadn't been comfortable with it, for how much in his youth he had acted otherwise. The trauma he had endured reasonably had made things... difficult. Though as he got better, got help, he opened more. The longer he stayed with Mimallah, the more he opened, the closer they got.

And so, that day, whilst they snuggled up together, half asleep on a calm afternoon, listening to the wind rustling the leaves surrounding the cabin they inherited from Mimallah's late mother, Nathan just said that single, small word.

Tonight.

"Tonight?" Mimallah drowsily replied, "You sure, wouldn't want to rush you any." He said, running his rough, gentle hand up and down his partner's side.

Nathan let his eyes close, leaning into the larger man's chest, and nodding. "Tonight...I think...I think I'm ready." He said, smiling happily. Mimallah gave him a soft nod, leaning in to kiss him on the top of his head, running his strong, rough hand through his partner's hair.

That gentle, sweet touch was enough to send a tremble down the man's spine, grasping the larger man's jacket sleeves and chewing his lip. Mimallah just smiled, running his hands down Nathan's back sweetly, rubbing his shoulders sweetly. "Whenever you want dear. I'm in no rush." He said, his voice was rough but mellow, calming and soothing to Nathan. His voice was enough to calm him down in his angered youth, and even now eased his bad nights and hurt filled days.

Nathan's eyes fell shut, his hand trailing over Mimallah's chest and stomach tenderly and sweetly as he relaxed and drunk in the sounds. They'd opened up the loft, allowing the sounds of birds and rustling trees and tinkling chimes to flow into the home, furthering the peace Nathan had gained in these later years. He took a deep breath of the air, sighing contently, heading one back from his lover. They say sweetly in their silence, listening to the sounds of the forest and occasional yawns from their big Saint Bernard, Bear, snoozing in front of the fireplace with them. By the time Nathan next opened his eyes, the sun was in set. His sitting up and stretching stirred Mimallah, he groaned and stretched as well.

"I'll make dinner okay? You just relax." He said, standing up. Nathan just nodded, settling back onto the couch and watching Mimallah as he cooked. He was so much better at cooking than Nathan, who tried, and while he found it therapeutic...nothing beat Mimallah's dinners in the end.

Nathan let his eyes fall closed again, listening to the sizzles of meat and veg, drinking in the savory smells filling the home. Pure, happy comfort. Mimallah hadn't spared an ounce for that evening, two nice steaks and plenty of fresh grilled veggies for the two, brought into the living room for them to eat with a few glasses of wine. They ate happily, laughing and chattering as they did. After dinner, Nathan found himself with butterflies, a lurching feeling in his chest and stomach as he looked at Mimallah's soft, scruffy face. It wasn't a bad feeling, though, it was fresh, exciting, new. Perfect. It felt so similar to when they first kissed, the memories of being huddled up in that same loft they now shared a bed in, in the middle of a storm with no light but a bedside lamp...they way that warm dim light bounced off of Mimallah's face then...

Nathan leaned in, kissing Mimallah sweetly and deeply, hugging him tight. The bigger just grunted softly, closing his eyes and leaning in, rubbing Nathan's back and holding him close. The kiss lasted but a few short moments, but felt like hours for Nathan. Pure, tender bliss as the two held each other, pulling away and resting their foreheads together. An excitement rumbled through Nathan's body, one he hadn't felt before. He felt more ready than ever to break down his strongest, longest lasting barriers. It just felt so right now, on this warm, calm night. "I-I'm.... I'm ready now." He said, a shuddery sigh escaping him.

Mimallah nodded sweetly, smiling and lifting his husband up, chuckling softly. He had always been so much taller, and loved picking Nathan up whenever he could. Nathan never minded either, loving the closeness, using the vantage point to pepper the other's face with kisses as he walked up the wooden, creaking stairs of the loft to their large, soft bed. He sat on the bed, returning the tender kisses to Nathan, a strong, reassuring hand on his thigh. Nathan sighed softly, moaning gently between kisses, holding the larger's sides. They sat, locked in each other's arms, kissing each other softly and sweetly, occasionally looking into each other's eyes and smiling.

"Are you okay?' Mimallah asked, Nathan nodding shakily.

"M-Mm....Yeah.." Nathan said, his smile genuine and inviting, the man pulling away to crawl further into the bed, motioning for Mimallah to join. "Promise...you'll be slow?"

Mimallah nodded, laying next to Nathan on his side, his hand on the waistband of the other's pants. "I'll be as slow as you need me to dear." He said, gauging his partner's response before moving his hand up.

Nathan nodded, biting his lip and growing red as the other's large fingers teased up his shirt, a quivering moan escaping him as the warm hand touched his soft skin. A hot flash pulsed through his body as his shirt was lifted and Mimallah's hand went further up his stomach and chest, feeling his rough lips on his neck. "Mnnhhh..." was all Nathan could muster, holding the other's strong arm and leaning his head back, exposing more of his neck. He squeezed his legs together.

Mimallah groaned back, his eyes shut as he kissed and licked and teased at Nathan's neck, tracing the scars around Nathan's torso, a textile storybook of his life, oh so pleasing and lovely for Mimallah to touch and caress. He was so beautiful to the bigger man, scars and all. "May I...?" Mimallah mumbled, motioning to lift Nathan's shirt up. Nathan peaked over, nodding with a smile and helping to lift his shirt off.

Mimallah smiled, leaning in to trail his kissing down towards the other's collarbone and chest, moving more on top of the other. Nathan just held him, watching him and moaning, running his hands through his hair. His knees were so weak, trembling in anticipation for the night. "I love you...s-so much..." Nathan mumbled, kissing the top of Mimallah's head feverishly.

"Mm...I love you too.~" Mimallah said, trailing down further. He felt Nathan's hands tangling into his hair, both of them beet red in the face now. "Do I need to slow down?" He asked.

Nathan shook his head, tugging at his own waistband. "Nah, g-go ahead, I feel like I'm gonna c-c-cook if I stay in these pants any longer." He joked, the two giggling. Mimallah shifted to get more comfortable, teasing the other's joggers down, watching Nathan's face as he did. He looked so eager...so nervous but ready and needy. It made Mimallah needy, to see Nathan so eager now.

He slipped the other's pants off, moving back up to lay next to him. "I'm going to start with rubbing okay? Just tell me if it's too much.." He said, getting a nod of approval from the smaller man. Mimallah held him close, gently pushing his rough hand between Nathan's soft, clenched thighs. He wasn't on the defence with how locked his legs where, he assured, just wildly horny like he'd never felt before.

That just made Mimallah smile, leaning in and teasingly brushing his hand over Nathan's covered groin, listening to the jolted moans escaping his lover. "Mm....that feels good?" He asked, cautiously slowing. Nathan nodded happily, biting his lip and grasping the other's clothes. His hips bucked into Mimallah's hand, whimpering needily and throwing his head back.

With this reaction, Mimallah gained the confidence to push further, rubbing at Nathan's clit through his boxers with his index and middle fingers, the twitching and moaning of his partner riling him up. "Mnnhh...a-ahh!!! Ohhnnnm....Oh M-Mims!" Nathan cried out, biting his lip and grinding against the large, rough hand teasing him tenderly.

Electric pleasure shot through the man, a feeling he never thought he could feel in his life washed over him. Hot, heavy pleasure, and equally, relief and love. A happiness he hadn't felt ever swallowed him up in that pleasure filled moment, he felt whole finally. He had felt broken for so long, the trauma of his childhood holding him back in his adulthood in a way that had always shamed him, and in an instant, it had melted away. Suddenly, he was brought back into reality by the absence of Mimallah's hand, gasping and swallowing, looking at the other and taking deep breaths.

"Are you okay...? You're crying..." Mimallah said, bringing his hand up, using his thumb to wipe away tears Nathan hadn't been aware of in that moment.

"O-Oh....I..I didn't know I was...I'm f-fine...I promise." Nathan said, smiling and hugging Mimallah, kissing his cheek tenderly. "I'm so fine...." He muttered, thanking the man for his care and love.

Mimallah just smiled, hugging him back tightly and kissing Nathan back. "Okay. As long as your okay...need a break? Want to go further? What do you want next?" He asked, pulling away to look into Nathan's eyes.

Nathan nodded "I'm good, I-I want to...I want to go further." He asserted, Mimallah nodding and slipping back down, teasing the waistband of the man's boxers, watching Nathan's face as he did.

Nathan just relaxed, wiping his face and laying back, taking big, deep breaths as he underwear slipped off, the fabric pulling down sending tingles through his skin. "Mmnnn...." was all he could muster.

Once Mimallah had pulled the boxers off, he tossed them to the side, holding onto Nathan's hips as he caressed his now bare, wet entrance, feeling his body twitch and shake with each movement. "Ohhh.....M-Mims..." Nathan whimpered, grasping the sheets and biting his lip hard.

Mimallah smiled, leaning in to kiss and lick the other's labia sweetly, feeling Nathan's hands in his hair again, them his legs around his shoulders, squeezing as he convulsed needily, his loud, hot moans filling the room. It made the tips of Mimallah's ears burn in ecstasy, pulling away to breathe and looking up happily at his partner, Nathan taking the break to also breathe, his breaths deep and shaky. "O-Oohhh....f-ffuck-kk...." He mumbled, going limp after a few more twitches.

"Mnh...Is that good?~" Mimallah asked, getting a nod back in response.

"S-So...so good...." Nathan said between breaths, sitting up shakily. Mimallah quickly got up by his side, helping keep him stable, his body shaky and weak from the pleasure.

"I got ya...I got ya..." He said tenderly, kissing him gently. "Need a break?" Mimallah asked, getting a gentle nod back.

"Y-Yeah...I'm....mnn...so shaky...." He whimpered, leaning into Mimallah. He was sweaty and trembling, and oh so wet now.

"Yeah...pleasure tends to do that..." Mimallah responded reassuringly, pulling his own coat off and tossing it aside.

Nathan just stayed cuddled close, his eyes grazing over his lover's soft, large body. He loved the other's frame, how pudgy and squishy he was, but how firm he was when squeezed, a layer of muscle under the flab from years of hard work. His hand trailed down, over his stomach and down to his thigh. Mimallah just watched, letting his lover explore at his own pace, but did groan in pleasure as his hand grazed past his crotch. Nathan glanced up as the other rumbled, smiling and palming the firm bulge in his pants, Mimallah's head falling back as he was pleasured.

Nathan let his head fell against the bigger's chest, eyes closing as he massaged at Mimallah's cock through his slacks. "Mmnnh....oh Nat....." He mumbled, rubbing his side sweetly.

Within a few minutes, Nathan had regained his strength, sitting up with a groan and stretching. "I'd...love to go further now...." He said, still massaging at Mimallah's cock as he spoke, his voice nearly a whisper in the other's ear, listening to his partner's moans and sighs.

"Alright, mn...feeling better now?" He asked, getting a sheepish nod back and rubbing his neck.

"Hmhm...That's good.~" Mimallah said, standing and removing his shirt. He was covered in deep brown hair, his chest and belly fluffy and wild. Nathan watched, biting his lip as Mimallah pulled his pants off next, then his boxers, his stiffened dick springing out.

Nathan squeezed his legs together again, chewing his lip and moaning. Mimallah crawled back into the bed, opening the dresser drawer and pulling out a box of condoms, picking one up and moving back in, kissing Nathan deeply and sweetly. "Just let me know if this is too far okay? If you want to try any other positions let me know and we can switch it up. I've got lube too if it's too dry but...I doubt that'll be an issue.~" He teased, noting just how wet Nathan had been since the beginning.

Nathan giggled softly, then nodded, letting his partner gently lay him down and spread his legs, those tender, calloused hands grazing sweetly across his body as Mimallah got ready, rolling the condom down his shaft and leaning over Nathan, kissing his forehead gently and teasing his entrance with the head.

"Mnnhh....deep breaths dear..." He said, observing Nathan's face and breathing before pushing in, listening to his passionate, loving moans. He felt Nathan's arms wrap around his sides, making sure to push further in slowly and gently. "Is this okay? Any discomfort?" He asked, getting a whimpering no in response.

Nathan could hardly do anything but moan as he was filled up by Mimallah. As his partner began to thrust, Nathan had began to cry out in pleasure, grasping Mimallah's body and the sheets, toes curling and back arching. Mimallah just observed his husband's reactions, feeling the other grasp and squeeze him, feeling his nails in his rough skin, using all of his little motions to figure out if he should slow or speed up, asking him little questions to help Nathan through it. "Is that good?~" He asked with a coo, Nathan nodding happily between moans and groans and whines. "Th-That's good..." Mimallah said with a pant, the two hot and sweaty as they held each other.

Nathan buried his face into Mimallah's neck and shoulder as they fucked, moaning and whimpering, his body twitching and shaking as pleasure pounded through him with each thrust. "O-Oh god...oh fuck...." He mumbled, feeling his stomach get fluttery and tingly. He was close. So so close, his body weak and near limp as his climax approached.

"Close?" Mimallah asked between grunts and huffs, getting a nod in response. Nathan's vision had gotten a bit blurry, eyes squeezing shut as he yelled out, back arching in pleasure as he came, squeezing the other's arms tightly.

"OH FUCKK!!!!" He screamed, hugging Mimallah tightly and whimpering. The tears had came back, but not of any trauma, but pride in himself. The feeling of wholeness he'd gained flooding him with emotions as he sniffled and cried into his husband's arms.

Mimallah stopped, pulling out and holding Nathan close, rubbing his back and rocking him sweetly. "Ohhmmn......that was so good....you felt so good dear.." He mumbled, kissing his neck and cheek, wiping away his tears. He hadn't came yet, but didn't care, this night was about Nathan. He lay Nathan down, his body was tired and weak.

He kissed Nathan's cheek, pulling off the condom and throwing it away to lay next to him, holding him close. "Mnnhh...we can rest for a bit but we should certainly get a shower after this...." He said with a low grumble, Nathan nodding.

"O-Okay Mims...I love you s-so much...." He mumbled, turning over and nuzzling into his husband's chest.

His eyes fell shut, listening to the sounds of the room. Mimallah's gentle breathing, the wind outside, feeling the gentle air on his bare body cooling him down. He sighed sweetly, melting into the tender touch of his lover, slowly regaining his strength from the eventful evening. Pride and happiness welled in him, having broken down his final walls. He knew he'd have to get up soon, to go bathe, but for now, he just rested up, going over the evening in his head repeatedly.

#smut #south park #south park post covid #fluff #south park fanfiction #south park smut #nathan south park #nathan sp #nathan potts #mimsy south park #mimsy sp #sp nathan #sp mimsy #mimthan

[multigalaxymuses]

TO DO LIST

finish char pixicons ( 30 to go ) Respond to threads ( mimsy and husker on Alastor ) Ask box responses on Astrum ( currently one ) Character reply banners

New portraits for Siena, Jason , John , barbs, Kronos, Jack , kaios, kova , neospider , ben , Mortimer & mharti ,

#man behind the muses ( ooc ) #refer for updates

[askjisung]

BLESS THE HYUNSUNG ILY

HYUNSUNG/HWANGHAN/WHATEVERITSCALLED IS honestly one of my FAVORITE ships they’re so loud and silly and dumb and messy togetherrrrrr.

Also that one clip from the kcon nyc vides where jisung was patting hyunjin’s hair in the hotel bed QnQ so .. soft .... they’re just 2 boys that need a lot of love to grow big and strong . . . .

#mimsy replies #hyunsung #hwanghan #han jisung #hwang hyunjin #Anonymous

[simblrinterests]

🐚💜

!! Thank you Cait!!

Chant has an Uncle who lived with him and his parents in Del Sol Valley!  His name is Mimosa or Uncle Mimsy.

He was at the masquerade!  He’s been there!  In the background!  The whole time!  

Originally I did plan to do something with him, but I ended up devoting less time to Chant’s POV early on in his relationship with Rory.  He was supposed to be the good, albeit wild, influence on Chant.  I pictured him as someone who was a genuinely nice guy, and would try to do the right thing, but would always choose the money in the end.  Also he was just...exceptionally gay.

#ask #reply #hula-zombie #light extras #light asks #emoji reply game #ask game #Thanks for asking Cait!!!! #I loved Uncle Mimsy #but not as much as I hated the idea of shooting several more party scenes #which was where Uncle Mimsy always showed up #he was like the fairy godmother in cinderella #if the fairy godmother did exactly the opposite

[honeysuckle-venom]

30 Days of DID: Day 22

Day Twenty-Two: Tell us about your littles.

There is some very excited chatter in the background for this question! We have 3 littles, one middle, and a young fragment. Here’s some info about them! This post will probably get pretty long. 

First up is Cricket. Cricket is the very first alter I became aware of. She is around 8 or so. She loves the color green and amphibians and reptiles. She’s especially into all kinds of frogs. She likes nature and going on adventures. She’s very upbeat and friendly and energetic, and loves interacting with people (which of course can be a bit of a problem). She doesn’t front that often, especially now that we’re alone most of the time, as there’s not really anything going on that interests her enough to pull her out.

Next we have Mimsy. Mimsy’s age is hard to determine, because she is part pale purple cat and that affects things. I’d guess 8 but acts younger/cat like? She hardly ever fronts anymore, and when she does she usually cofronts with Luna. It’s hard to be a part animal alter, and she has a hard time with things. She’s obsessed with space and anything pale purple.

Then we have Luna. Luna fronts the most out of anyone besides me. Luna is very very young, ranging from about 2-5 (probably 3 ish most days). Luna is very small and very sad and kind of scared. She struggles with most basic tasks and would like to spend most of her time curled up in a blanket with a stuffed animal. She likes Sesame Street and Winnie the Pooh and a lot of other kids shows and books. Her favorite color is blue, and she’s very very into dragons. She wants really badly to have someone take care of her, which is something that makes me angry and embarrassed, but I’m trying to at least let her have that desire without criticizing it. She’s trying her best, and we all care about her a lot.

There is a young fragment who doesn’t have or want a name. They are highly emancipated, but barely elaborated. Basically they’re young, friendly, and playful.

Finally there’s a middle, Ghost. Ghost is 12 years old. They carry all of the system’s grief, and most of our trauma memories and feelings from the age of 11-14. They are the most highly dissociated part, and communication with them is extremely minimal even after months of knowing about them. Ghost feels like they woke up in the future, essentially. They feel like should still be a middle schooler in NYC, but instead they’re 22 with an apartment in a different state. They feel like everything around them is wrong and like they don’t belong here. It’s really hard for them to realize it’s 2019, they can’t reach out to our middle school friends, we don’t live at home, we haven’t had our dog for years, etc. They’re deeply traumatized and pretty miserable. They hate fronting because it’s so painful and we hate letting them front because it feels awful afterwards, but unfortunately even though neither of us want them fronting it happens anyway. One of our main goals in therapy is trying to work with Ghost on communication and trauma processing.

Ps. Cricket, Mimsy, and Luna share a blog @syskid-stuff and Ghost has a blog @ghostofbrooklyn

#my post #text post #30 days of did #about me #about us #cricket #mimsy #luna #ghost #dissociative identity disorder #system stuff #likes are nice #replies are nice #don't reblog #ps if you ever have any questions about any of our alters #or about DID in general #feel free to ask! #we like to talk about it!

[ferluccia]

Ice Adolesence: on thriving and outgrowing 2000's fashion. (and possibly terrible costume choices)

ice adolescence: a movie about vitya’s scrunchies, blue eyeliners and sequin costumes 

#e-de-mimsy #replies