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“ i said forever on the very first date / i fell for you and landed right on my face “
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a semi-selective 18+ roleplay blog for an original hazbin hotel/helluva boss character. penned by hunter, 21+, they/them. sideblog to @kottonkandykiller. previously based at @lethalityandlustmoved. read rules before following and muse bio before interacting.
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im back in the fucking building again
“Mating Season”
Nikki is not doing well.
It’s been four days, and he’s already going insane. His skin feels like it’s boiling and there’s a constant, weird fucking hunger everywhere on his body. He is not dealing with this year’s heat well.
He is currently sitting on the hotel lobby couch, his leg bouncing as he tries to keep himself occupied with learning braille. But his mind keeps drifting and he keeps squirming, frustrated and hot and bouncing-off-the-walls anxious for no goddamn reason. And horny, but he’s doing everything in his power to keep his mind off of that part.
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"Loving you~" he responds, resting his cheek against the top of Nikki's head and nuzzling against it gently. "You don't mind, right?"
“Never. Not with you.” He reaches up to scratch Frosty behind an ear. “I missed you, sweet.”
Anyways, back later than I thought I was going to be bc of a medical thing (that I’m still recovering from), but I have returned and I am tentatively ready to start writing again! Missed y’all <3
I went to war for people who wouldn't even lace up their boots for me. Don't talk to me about loyalty.
Need more jewelry like this 🥀⚔️
May Sarton, "Of Grief", Selected Poems
— Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
on resentment over abandonment; i am still filled with anger and it fuels me; i will choose my anger over my grief everyday. it is easier to feel
Send “Mating Season” to catch my muse in a lustful state & needing release.
Could be an A/B/O verse or some other idea of your choosing.
He wakes up in a cold sweat, feverish and and achingly sore. He groans and reaches down to his underwear, palming himself through the thin layer of fabric. Yep, soaked with more than just sweat– and hard. Fuck.
With difficulty, he rolls over onto his back and presses the back of his hand against his forehead. Boiling. “I– Izzy, what– what day is it?” he mumbles, though he already knows.
His phone chirps as it wakes up, and a smooth, feminine voice answers him. “The date is Sunday, May 5th, 2024.”
He facepalms and rubs his palm down his face, trying to rid himself of the sweat gathered there. Fucking heat cycle, he thinks. Gotta– gotta get up, gotta…
His brain is sluggish as he tries to sit up, unsticking himself from his sheets and starting the long process of getting up for the day. The smell of… well, him is overwhelming, and he knows he’ll go stir-crazy if he stays in bed all day.
He’s done this every year for fifteen years. He can do it today.
Maybe.
Amma Crellin from Sharp Objects + Family Tree by Ethel Cain
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