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welcome~

hello its nice to meet you!

i would love for you to talk to me and share your thirsts~ i get lonely

im honey. im 20. i go by she/her pronouns but i wont be upset if you call me somethin different.

im into bnha, jjk, haikyuu and a whole lot of other fandoms!

im a monsterlover~ all monsters are welcome here

this is a 18+ blog so i would appreciate if minors didnt interact with me or my content!

i hope you have a lovely time here

and if you have any questions dont be scared to ask!

~please make sure you read my rules before interacting with me~

imperialnyx

what gear is this..?

poisonpercy

Gotta be honest, the popularity of blond Percy thanks to the pjo show is driving me insane because every time I see pjo fanart, I have a crisis over what little blond boy is being depicted

Spot the difference

Bothering the beast

In what world is tall muscular man not conventionally attractive

piedude

We've all been down here too long. I truly think there's a chunk of tumblr's population that can no longer survive sunlight.

reagan-slayer69

women will say “hear me out” and show u a photo of pyramid head and then tumblr users will go “this is a perfectly normal man and an ice cold take”

tulliok

Among his circle of scholars, Luca Solebello carries the reputation of being quite an eccentric; his passions align more with the arcane. However, his pursuits of studying magical history are passed off as supernatural nonsense, and Luca spends most of his time shut away in his archives with his nose buried in a book. Otherwise, he'll daydream about the day he earns the respect of his colleagues and leads an excavation into the magically potent fields of Kansas.

tulliok

The greatest genre of fictional men summoning circle.

bridgekc

when your weird uncle goes nonverbal at the function

scramratz

a/n ; this is the prequel?? i guess for the first little drabble. i just needed to write about that first interaction lmfao. also i really want to write more surfer!abby stuff, so don’t hesitate to send me little things you want me to write about her / her and reader! <3

surfer!abby being at a complete loss for words upon meeting you for the first time. it’s been months since she’s been in this smoothie shop and there’s been hardly any change in the staff for the past several years, so she’s taken aback when she sees your face behind the counter. not only because of the lack of familiarity, but because of how fucking beautiful you are.

“hi, welcome in! order whenever you’re ready.” is the first thing you say to her, and, of course, your voice is pretty too. it makes her heart pound and she feels…nervous? surely not. abigail anderson doesn’t get nervous.

her eyes flit from the menu board to you, pretending she can’t figure out what to order. she knows exactly what she wants — a strawberry banana protein smoothie, but she wants an excuse to make conversation so she asks you instead.

“i don’t really know what i want today. do you have any recs?”

“you sure you want my recommendation? i’m a ‘if it ain’t broke don’t fix it’ kind of person, so i really only get one thing from here.”

“c’mon,” she says, “you look like someone with good taste. give it to me straight.” and, like the immature girl she is, she holds back a laugh at that sentence, because she’s feeling anything but straight right now.

“fine.” you say a bit reluctantly. “i order a green squeeze.”

and, once again, abby has to hold back a laugh. because she’s never liked green smoothies, but here she is about to order one and pretend it’s delicious just so she can tell you how right you were and how good your taste is.

“alright. sounds good. i trust you.”

she pays for a small and leans against the counter to watch you blend everything together and pour it into a plastic cup. you bring it over to her and you watch as she brings he small up to her lips to test taste it.

she feels about as nervous as you look. the cold tangy-sweet-earthy sip slides down her throat, and she just as she suspected, she’s not a fan of it.

but she smiles when she swallows, “it’s really good. see? i knew i could trust your opinion.”

your smile is full of relief, and abby quickly changes the subject. mostly because she wants to know a little bit more about you while the shop is empty, but she’s also hoping you won’t notice her not drinking the smoothie if you’re conversing.

she tells you your name is pretty, and you tell her that hers is too. she finds out that you just recently moved here and that this place allowed flexibility and oddly good pay, which is beneficial for you because you’re currently in school.

she tells you she’s been a surfing her whole life, and that she’s recently inching her way into pro surfing. you seem genuinely fascinated with that, telling her it’s something you’ve always wanted to try. she tells you that she could teach you sometime. you tell her ‘we’ll see.’ with a smile.

she’s about to ask you something else when a customer walks in, which means time is up, but you catch her attention before she walks out.

“hey, abby.” you say, “you should come back more often. i think you just became my new favorite customer.”