𝙴𝚊𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎.

𝑹𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏.

[nihilomania]

#NIHILOMANIA, an independent, original character multi-muse for Wami's multiple creations. Please keep in mind that this space is not sanitized or safe by default, as I tend to delve into dark topics ( that are tagged ). Oh, and do read my rules, please.

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H-Happy Sunday.

ART BY 99SORA66 ( DA )

[supfag-archives]

TYLER POSEY & AVAN JOGIA NOW APOCALYPSE (1.01)

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@kisumitenderly

[bodidarma]

[ashstfu]

you scare me (compliment)

[jadoremila-deactivated20260209]

“good girl” and there goes my self respect

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“If you have to hunt for souls, why not just hang around hospitals. Wouldn’t that be easier?”

" Hah! " The pirate scoffed before releasing a low, humorless chuckle. " Wish it were that easy, pinkbird. " He glanced upwards, scowling at the birds in the sky. " Ain't how it works, unfortunately. " His fingers curled into fists, as if he's remembering the feel of something slipping through them. " The feathery bastard I work for. . . ain't got the stomach for easy pickin's. " He muttered, the words nearly tasting foul in his mouth. " That thing don't want what's already dyin'. It likes the ones that fight. The ones that look ye dead in the eye and know what's bein' taken from 'em. "

He scoffed yet again, folding his arms across his chest. " Bitch wants it to mean somethin' " He sighed, annoyingly so. " And I'm the bastard that makes sure it does. "

@kisumitenderly - thank you!

[wordx]

"I like you” ok so where are my love letters????

[televisiongifs]

“We have done so much good for one another.” NORMAL PEOPLE, Episode 12.

[inkpressedpetals]

[neufviies]

The blink the thief gives is… slow. It’s not surprise or shock that paints their features but more… confusion. If anything, when the stranger just — out of nowhere — begins speaking to them, it takes them a moment or two for them to realize that he is indeed speaking to them. That he is addressing them and commenting on their reading of choice that day cannot go ignored. They listen to him ramble and ease into the quiet space they’d established as though he’d been invited to it by their acknowledgment. He even sits and continues to talk with no input from them whatsoever…but yes — they suppose that they could call this “behaving”.

Barely, they’d say, but behaved.

And so, Mikah closes their book and draws it back towards themself. It’s not pulled off the table completely — still in view of the stranger but out of reach.

“...Guess.” they hum, a smile stretching across their lips, “Since ya seem so… eager t’talk, y’can tell me what it is ‘m readin’. Y’get three—” They lift three fingers. “—whole guesses. If y’can’t guess, then I suppose y’can just live without that knowledge, yeah?”

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" Ooooh. Hah! " He beamed on his seat, clasping his hands on the table as he leaned forward veeery slightly. " A game, huh? I knew I liked you. " His grin was massive, unnaturally so, like a shark that knew it didn't need to circle them. Laughtrack had an invasive atmosphere to him, even if it wasn't intentional. It wasn't something obvious, or something you could point out and name, but if they were sharp enough, perhaps they would be able to tell how he tried to press into a space that didn't belong to him. " Three guesses. How generous. " A giggle surged from the back of his throat as he shifted on his seat, his elbow resting against the table and his chin propped into his palm.

Oh, he was excited.

" Hm, I'll start with the first guess, aha! " He lifted one finger from his unoccupied hand, that intimidating grin of his never leaving. " Tragedy, maybe? Somethin' real heavy. You look like the type that likes a little bit of pain. " He looked at them, trying to search for any type of confirmation before lifting the second finger. " Second. Maybe there's a thief in it. Someone who thinks they're smarter than everybody else, but not really. You like those, don't you? " His voice dipped, playful, needling as he lifted the third finger. " Third. Oh - hoho, my last chance! How exciting! " He leaned in again, closer, more personal. " Maybe it's not the story you're really interested in. Maybe you're reading it again because of the ending. Or wondering if reading this book is worth the trouble. "

He leaned back, straightening his posture as his fingers tapped against the table. " So. . . did I win? Or do I get to live tragically without knowin'? "

[steven]

i may not be that funny or athletic or good looking or smart or talented i forgot where i was going with this

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NemuHaru Fashion.

[megitsuneko]

@nihilomania a random starter !

“Is that so?” Such trivial matter is embarrassingly simple, had he been more honest to express his own wanton desires. “If you really want me to sit on your face or see my tits so badly, why don’t you just say it out loud? Not very hard to do, isn't it?” He — practically just did. Although it was obvious that he was somewhat still making an attempt to hold back; to be respectfully courteous ( even if she’d caught him stealing glances at her breasts for more than once ). Thus, she’d be willing to reward him for giving his best effort.

“Heh…” a smirk settles unto her expression, glinting golden eyes suggesting a wanton mischief. “You’re not going to malfunction on me just because of that, are you?”

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THERMAL REGULATION: +3°C ABOVE BASELINE.

Ugh.

His cooling fans began to spin faster beneath synthetic skin." I-I ain't falling for it! " The protest came out much less smoothly than he would have liked, his voice processor glitching ever so slightly near the last word. Tsuyuko knew how to get under his skin, didn't she? Or, well, knew how to rile him up. Now, he was a man ( synthetic components or not ), so of course, he was always looking ; anyone with working optics would look. She was a gorgeous woman, one that his internal systems couldn't help imagining in multiple compromising positions ⸻ no, no. Bad. " I feel like all this teasing is going to leave me high and dry, even if I say what's on my mind. " He's had plenty of encounters like that ; women loved to see him beg ( and he did, every single time ).

A pout formed on his lips, folding his arms across his chest. " I don't malfunction that easily. But do you know how hard it is for it to go down without any. . . " He paused, lightly pressing his fingers against his mouth. How can he even begin to phrase this? He coughed against his knuckles. " I might need a cold shower if you showed me. . . or sat on my face. " Well, that was polite enough for him. " Look, I'm—I'm askin' nicely here. Kinda. Don't make me beg before we even get started. "

[altarbled]

⠀⠀⠀﹛ ♰ ﹜ — ❝ CHILD . . . ? I assure you father , I am a full grown WOMAN . ❞

⠀⠀⠀Despite knowing how he meant it , she couldn't help but feel PATRONIZED by the term ; subtle heat of her words that had initially been unintended left for him to interpret as another inhale is pulled from the cigarette between slender digits . Ever observant , gaze notices the slight twitch of his brow with every drag , a soft chuckle bathed in fumes followed by her placing the unfinished smoke on the step they sat upon before stomping it out with her heel .

⠀⠀⠀❝ Do you ALWAYS make such offers to strangers ? For all you know , I could be DANGEROUS , don't let my appearance fool you . ❞

⠀⠀⠀Less an act of GOD , and more an effort of those who believed in him to a FAULT , she couldn't blame this man for finding comfort in something meant to bring ease ; a REASON for suffering much less depressing than pain being NEEDLESS . AGONY endured since childhood never had a reason within her own eyes , those who held the scalpels likely seeing it from a different point of view ; Marceline unable to help but wonder how HE'D view what was done to her , the question of how devout this man truly was causing her to accept his offer .

⠀⠀⠀❝ I'd be HONORED , but I offer the same - will you have ME ? ❞

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Oh dear, she was one of those. He pinched the bridge of his nose, brows knitting together as a long, tired sigh slipped through his lips. Haa. . . since when was a priest calling someone a child become such a great offense? It was a habit. Tradition ⸻ something he couldn't quite let go of. It was never meant to be condescending or as a means to belittle her. Honestly, he just couldn't fully understand it. " Calling you child has no meaning beyond tradition. Do believe me when I say that if I had any intention to insult you, I would've chosen something far less. . . polite. " He sighed, rubbing his temples.

He watched the cigarette disappear beneath the heel of her foot, his eyes lingering as she ground it to the floor. I'm going to have to clean that later. . . He thought to himself. However, he then stared at her. It was for a moment, a moment that might've felt like hours due to the intensity of his gaze. " Dangerous or not. . . I believe there may be a reason as to why you're here, in the dark, alone. " Plenty had found themselves here for many, many reasons. And he thought, for her, it was no different. " Gladly. " He answered almost immediately, the smile he bore never fading while he continued holding his hand out for her to take. " Aleksei. " He added, eyes settled on her. " And yours, if I may ask? "

[sosordid]

It was a slip of his facade, a peek into a version of him reserved only for himself. This foul-mouthed and spiteful guy he could be wasn't meant for the ears of any woman... Botan course corrects quickly. It was a hammer being swung to his crooked personality, one strong strike, and the mask was lifted once more. He unballs his fist, straightens his posture, and cocks his crafted face in her direction. "You're right," He admits with an airy sigh and dismissive wave of his hand. "Sorry, I didn't think I was within earshot." He apologizes and turns to face her.

She was older... not an uncommon clientele that prowls the city, but still a trait he noticed immediately. Her face was moody and serious - and Botan can't help but think this woman isn't his type at all. She must be lonely, a widow? divorced? Or worse? Was she chronically single until this age? Botan smiles warmly and turns for one more glance at his portrait, and grimaces next to her toward it. "You think so? It's funny when it's your own face..." A finger pokes next to his beauty mark, and he turns his face toward her - "Do you find it to be a good feature?"

He laughs lightly before shaking his head. "Don't answer that, it'd embarrass me, is all."

A light explodes around him as he shines for her. He bows humbly and reaches for the mature woman's palm in his careful grip. "A miss who knows my position? I'm so glad." Lifting up, he shows teeth in a grin. "You're a very self-assured customer asking for my company outside of the club!"

His hand is clutched upon her. "Does the lady want to be entertained by the best?" He releases her. "Then the lady should always request Botan. I am free, miss. Do you like to drink?"

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Hah. Men. How long had it been since her divorce? Hm, she can't recall. But why did such a memory resurface? Was it the area, or was it the young man who tried to charm her? Yes, yes. All part of his job, that was for certain. After all, she was here for a very particular reason, one she wouldn't share with him. " Don't apologize. " She added, moving a few strands of hair behind her ear. For why should he? It was an honest reaction. Honesty. That was something she highly appreciated.

She glanced at him a few times, but didn't truly look at him. Handsome, but far too young. If she could wince, she would. But right now, she needed to keep such thoughts to herself. " Yes. I do. Beauty marks are all the rage, aren't they? " She answered despite his words, examining the poster once again as she tilted her head slightly. " You have a nice side profile. You should take a photograph that enhances all your features, though it appears that the person who took the photographs was an amateur. It's not the only photo that I've seen with issues. "

Finally, her head turned, gaze fixed on him. There was a slight twitch of her eyebrows as he took her hand. Irritation, but one that she kept a tight rein on. Pluma didn't enjoy being touched, let alone by men she barely knew ( and one who could be her daughter's age! ). " I'm interested, that's all. " She said, her tone monotone, bereft of all emotion. Charming, that's the thought she had. Ugh. Her daughter would love this. " Well, you're here, are you not? I might as well take my chances. " Not that she had much to offer. Pluma was an overall boring woman. But. . . he's the entertainer, so she thought she didn't have to worry about such details.

Another twitch of her eyebrows. Let go already, she thought. " Might be a bit of a challenge for you, Botan. I'm a dry person. " She added, releasing a soft, yet fake giggle. " But since you are the best. . . I suppose this won't be a problem, no? " When her hand was released, she immediately drew it back, clutching her wrist with the other as a faint tremor shook her shoulders. " I do. Alcohol can be nice once in a while. " Slowly, she started walking toward the establishment. " Do you have a favorite? A drink, I mean. "

[charlesleclerrc]

THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY 3.03 - Last Supper