#n.f

[nthflower]

Negative language:

"I kidnap people who I think ungrateful to be alive and put them into torture traps"

Positive language:

#saw #n.f #positive changes and people who survived and changed are serial killers now #go evil insane grandpa go i support you

[tinogiehd]

and they’re knfing already. today sucks balls

shut up george gets his ass eaten every night by the man of his dreams

#be normal about k/n.f in my inbox neg koge all you want but i dont want to deal with you #aya asks

[roseband]

...the new fnc bg look like babies

#personal #i love how (other than sf9/n.f) i haven't like nearly ANY fnc stuff since the 2019-2020 reckoning of fnc groups #(i s2g there have to be other kpop grps acting as bad as all them lol but like...... all at once for fnc lol) #BUT the google machine thinks i'm still an fnc stan i am not an fnc stan i am a fnc anti who likes cha hun and zuho

[raniehus]

Sieht die Gemeinschaftsordnung einer Wohnungseigentümergemeinschaft vor, dass ein Sonderrechtsnachfolger für Altverbindlichkeiten haftet, bedarf es auch dann einer familiengerichtlichen Genehmigung gem. § 1822 Nr. 10 BGB a.F. (heute: § 1824 Nr. 4 BGB) bei einer schenkweisen Eigentumsübertragung auf einen Minderjährigen, wenn der Übertragende den Minderjährigen von Altverbindlichkeiten freistellt.

Der Umstand, dass die Haftung des Sonderrechtsnachfolgers nicht gem. § 7 Abs. 3 S. 3 WEG n.F. ausdrücklich im Grundbuch gewahrt ist, steht dem hier nicht entgegen, da der Haftungsausschluss des Sonderrechtsnachfolgers gem. § 48 Abs. 3 S. 3 WEG n.F. nur für einen Eigentumsübergang nach dem 31.12.2025 eine Haftung einzig aus der Regelung der Gemeinschaftsordnung ausschließt.

OLG Nürnberg, Beschluss vom 30.05.2022 - 15 W 1386/22 -

#schenkung #minderjähriger #familiengeerichtliche genehmigung #haftung für altverbindlichkeiten #§ 1822 BGB a.F. #§ 1824 BGB n.F. #§ 7 WEG n.F. #§ 48 WEG n.F. #gemeinschaftsordnung

[smithsonianlibraries]

Anatomical diagram of a velvet belly lanternshark embryo at various stages of development from Jenaische Zeitschrift für Naturwissenschaft Bd.40=n.F. Bd.33 (1905). Full text here.

#velvet belly lanternshark #shark embryo

[nathibell2]

Minha mãe notando meus n.fs e perguntando se eu tô fazendo jejum de novo. Eu:

#ana brasil #ed br #anabrasil #borboletana #ana mia brasil #anorexcya #garotas bonitas não comem #disordered eating thoughts #eating disoder trigger warning #i need to lose this weight

[vaelzz]

𐌼!ɳɖ~ʍɛꝆ₸Ɀ - !n.f!n!t/y.tmBr

#dark #psychological #surreal #sd #MindMeltz

[hayaomiyazaki]

— Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky in a letter to N.F. von Meck from Florence, Italy (dated 6 November 1887)

#tchaikovsky #q #op #q op

[biteofcherry]

I don't know if you've seen the videos of custom metal bracelets that say something cute on the outside, like My Darling, and on the inside it says something filthy, like Daddy's little cumdump. Buuuut I'm wondering what the men at Ruby Garden would choose to engrave on the bracelet for their partner. Maybe not as some type of collar for their sub but more as a cute/funny/sexy gift that could be worn whenever 🌹

I love that series and I love your writing so much! ❤️❤️❤️

Yes, I have! I love them 😍 They're such a cute, little naughty gift.

I think Andy and Steve would both stick to classic, like "My beautiful darling - Sir's dirty girl," or "You are loved - Be always ready to spread and beg."

Ari undoubtedly would go for the brat comment, lol, so maybe "Mon Chérie - Master's bratty fuckdoll"

Nick is a balance between gentle classy and hardcore and he wouldn't hesitate to have the outside sign on the bracelet less chill: "Owned by N.F. - His needy little slut" but it could also be "His precious sweetheart - His needy little slut."

Lloyd has this fondness for degradation, so the inner sign would probably something like "Sir's pathetic cumdump," but the outside would be as sweet as the treats he gives post scene: "Sweetest Pumpkin."

Curtis and Bucky are hardcore, but simple men, so I imagine their bracelet for Fawn would have: "Ours - Nasty little plaything."

#anonymous #reply #ruby garden #ruby garden series #ruby garden project

[anaemia92]

galera hoje meu plano é fácil n.f se vcs puderem me incentivar aquii

#magreza #garotas bonitas não comem #anabrasil #jejum #jejumintermitente #no food #low cal restriction #low cal diet

[nthflower]

NOOO NOT THE FUCKING BATHROOM

Omg Adam Cameo hiiiii Adam's corpse

#saw #n.f

[monstrousproductions]

🤩 Episode One Hundred and Six is here! 💖

[Image: The Monstrous Agonies logo, teal against a black background. The logo is a complex puzzle cube with M on one face and A on another in a gothic font. End description.]

This week, what to do about an unexpected guest; and a listener feeling disconnected from their family…

Listen on our website, on iTunes, or wherever you get your podcasts. Full transcript available online.

Tonight’s first letter came from Íris N.F., the second was from Leo Eden, this week's advert came from Michael Sperry and this week’s sign-off was based on an idea from GhostyGoose. Thanks, friends! 🥰

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#monstrous agonies #new episode #podcast recommendations #queer fiction #horror podcast #advice podcast #queer creator #lgbt #writblr #short fiction #urban fantasy #dark academia #liminal

[ecoamerica]

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[strangerdangerwrites]

Wild Child | N.F. (The Quarry) - Prologue

Summary: Thrown into Upstate New York, specifically to Hackett’s Quarry to fix your unruly behavior, what could go wrong?

Nick Furcillo x Female!Reader (no use of y/n)

Warnings: Bugs, Insects, and Cursing (I'm not great at tagging). Reader is an entomologist expert of camp.

Words: 1.7k

Chapters: Prologue , Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine

Prologue

Summer was supposed to be spent halfway across countries. Eating different cuisines, basking underneath the European sun, and partying in clubs in Monte Carlo. Ahhhh the sweet and free lifestyle you’d been accustomed to is now far from your reach.

It’s not like you’d maxed out your dad's credit card, rather what put you in this situation was you showed up wasted in the supposed engagement party he and your stepmother had been throwing. You’d cursed and embarrassed both of them in front of their highly influential friends, something along the lines of exposing them and their behaviors, and how they shouldn’t invest in his business at all. And you’d do it again in a heartbeat. 

Your mother would applaud you, after all, you are your mother’s child. Except she’s been gone, dead for quite some time now (stop the sappy talk, you don’t need it). Your father’s only good at one thing, to throw his money away, and that’s what he did. Throw you away in some secluded resort, just to keep you out for a few months. 

Your father had hid you, somewhere inaccessible, somewhere you’d probably die of boredom. So he’ll get to play house with his new wife and for you not to cause chaos on their wedding day. Of course, you’d obliged, or else he’d cut you off your rightful inheritance and your credit cards.

The last thing he had said: “Fix that attitude of yours. Once you’re back I want you to act like a lady. Understand?” 

And yet here you were, being driven to Upstate New York. Somewhere secluded, away from technology and the party life you lived. The air seems nice, non-toxic, and away from pollution. This would be a good place to look for it to add to your small collection.

The driver had been silent the whole ride and the only thing that could prevent you from pulling your hair out and jumping from the moving car was the classical music he was playing. It’s nice and reminds you of simpler times. Times where your mother would bake you pastries while you were practicing your not-honed piano skills.

You’d lost signal since the start of the ride; you couldn’t call your friends to sneak you out, it was hopeless. This is a lost cause. You are a lost cause.

Taking a right turn towards a cramped rocky pathway, you wonder if this is supposed to be the resort. Where were the gates?

You saw a sign “Hackett's Quarry Summer Camp”. Shit, it is not a fucking resort.

In front of what seemed to be a Camp Lodge were two old cars parked. 

“Hey, I think you made the wrong turn Mister.” You leaned forward towards your driver.

“No Miss, this is where your father told me to drop you off.” He said shutting off the engine. 

You were beyond pissed, you were told to be placed in a resort, not a fucking summer camp. God, you hated kids, and you’d be surrounding yourself with not one but a whole bunch? You wished you had jumped out of the car earlier.

“Tell him, this is wrong. I was told a resort, not this.” You pointed out but he was not fazed by your tantrums. Only this time he went to open your door and get your multiple expensive luggage near the porch steps.

“Hey! Are you listening to me? Call him right now. That’s a fucking order.” You crossed your arms standing still and not taking a step further.

“I’m afraid I cannot do that, I’m only the driver, not the messenger Miss.” He replied.

Groaning you asked: “How much did he pay you huh? Tell me.” Suddenly the man went back to his seat and closed the door on you before you could even grab your manicured nails on him.

“Fucking asshole!” You screamed and kicked some pavement off your heeled boots. The commotion could be heard from inside the lodge, suddenly a man the same age as your dad walked out from the large doors. 

“Ah, it seems our unexpected counselor is already here.” He called out. You looked over the top to see him smiling smugly at your annoyed expression. 

The blinds of the lodge were pulled, and you saw multiple faces, the same age as yours and the look of intrigue and amusement were plastered on their faces. It’s not a secret they heard the loud commotion. Taking off the sunglasses you wore, you waited for the man you assumed as the camp operator to approach you. 

Yet he remained situated at the top, you don’t approach any men they approach you. That’s your motto. 

Realizing you weren’t taking any steps, he walked down the stairs to introduce himself. 

“Chris Hackett. And you must be the only daughter of Thomas Davis.” He held his hand out which you looked for a few seconds and shook it. 

“That I am, I was promised a hotel.” Dropping his hand, you wiped them off the pockets of your mini suit dress with structured shoulders and pleated skirt. Yes, it was tailored for you, you had the taste and knack for fashion, it could be seen in the way you dress. And yet it was already ruined when they heard your cussing fit. 

“Sorry to disappoint you but your father called earlier. Told me that you wanted this job badly.” He said, making you taut your jaw, hissing under your breath. 

“Fucking bitch.” You murmured, as Mr. Hackett grabbed most of your bags up the stairs. Following him, the click-clack of your heels was intimidating the group of counselors inside. “I’m sorry to disappoint you as well Mr. Hackett but I didn’t want this. Just call a cab, and I'll be on my merry way and we’ll forget this ever happened. Capeesh?” Giving him the most non-threatening smile. 

“Your father told me that you are here to stay, and no can do. You are staying here for two months.” He smugly said, and the color draining from your face. You were screwed.

“And you’re late, we don’t like that here. In fact, most of the counselors had already been debriefed inside on what needed to be done, what their jobs are, and their schedules.” Opening the door, you heard people scrambling to look like they weren’t eavesdropping. You scanned them in scrutiny, from head to toe.

An Asian girl and a man whose ears were plugged with wired earphones seemed indifferent, a buff guy looked excited, and beside him, a lanky man looked amused and had been laughing at your predicament. Two girls were looking at you in wonder, a couple who sat far were unconcerned and the last one squirmed and avoided your gaze at all costs.

What an eventful summer indeed.

As soon as you stood still, Mr. Hackett introduced your name to the group. He cheerfully added. “Since you’re late you’d be in charge of washing the dishes for the first week!” 

You snapped your head at the old camp counselor, eyes almost bulging at the idea that you’d be stuck here to do ‘jobs’. And come on! We are way past those generational archetypes that women belong in the kitchen. You’d fight back.

“It’s the 21st Century and you assigned me to wash dishes? Just so you know I’m a raging feminist, so no.” Earning a muffled laugh from the Asian girl and the attention of the couple. 

“You won’t be alone, you have Nick! The kitchen supervisor is with you to watch over.” Pointing toward the man who quivered and tried to make himself seem small. Biting your lip from preventing more blunt and unkind words. “Or you want to clean the bathhouse alone, your choice.” 

“Fine. And for the record, I don’t need someone to watch over me. I’m a big girl.” You raised an eyebrow at Mr. Hackett, already done with your antics of being bratty.

“Well then, your highness, tell us what your specialties are so we can assign you to one more job. We can’t just have you washing the dishes for the rest of the summer, it wouldn’t be fun now, would it?” All of them expected your answer as you tried to rack your brain for answers.

You weren’t great at anything, average at best. You know how to do your job and you did it fine, a jack-of-all-trades, master of none. You’d be fine in any job; you were flexible like that. And yet you remember the time with your mother, the summer you spent together looking for insects and the large collection of biology books in your room. You loved studying insects, about their lives and behaviors, it fascinated your young mind, that is until your father didn’t want you to continue your supposed ‘stupid hobbies’. Stating it is a waste of money, so he forced you to take a business course in college (An acceptance letter ready at hand). Yet in your free time, you attended seminars, supported small organizations, and talked with multiple speakers about entomology. Something your father never knew.

It wasn’t really a hobby for you, your mother liked to preserve insects in places she had traveled, and it passed down to you. The summer piano lessons your father had forced you, were spent looking for insects with your mother. And that was the memory engraved in your mind. You thought about teaching the children some insects, how to protect them and take care of their environment. It’d be fun to talk about your passion for it. And yet you felt ashamed, you were never taken seriously about it. Your friends hated bugs, and they would rather swat one away. They’d scream and tell you; you were weird for having such hobbies. 

Not realizing that they were waiting for your answers, you scanned their faces for judgment. You hated it. You were never a liar, always straight to the point. Never backing down when faced with difficulties. And yet you felt the anxiety creeping in.

“Insects.” You whispered to yourself when Mr. Hackett leaned forward for you to repeat.

“I said, I could teach them the biology of insects.” You answered by crossing your arms across your chest to rub your elbow and pinch the skin there. You were coughing the words, which earned a group of shock from the multiple counselors. 

First impressions really do matter, cause you caught them by surprise. You don’t look the part, after all the way you dressed and your attitude it seems like you have a silver spoon up your ass.

“Oh wow.”

“Well, now that’s out of the way. How about a tour?” 

#the quarry #The quarry game #supermassive games #the quarry x reader #the quarry nick #nick furcillo #nick furcillo x reader #.sd written works

[pwlanier]

Kuranskaya O. "In production" AL23 Canvas, oil.

Kuranskaya Olga Stepanovna (born in 1925). Monumentalist painter. Member of the Union of Artists of the USSR. Member of the Moscow Union of Artists (Section of Monumental and Decorative Art Artists). Born in Moscow. She received her higher education at the Moscow State Art Institute named after V.I. Surikova. After graduation, she worked under the guidance of N.F. Denisovsky on the project of the Palace of Soviets in Moscow, also participated in the monumental design of the international pioneer camp Artek (1960). In the future, she successfully completed a number of responsible state orders, including the monumental design of the House of Scientists, the Central House of Art Workers, the House of Journalists, built in Moscow in the 1960s-1970s. She regularly took part in all-Union, republican, youth exhibitions.

Plushkin

[memovia]

My spotify brought me to a Dis.lyte song anddddd I might add her to the muse list. Also this full piece for her got stolen and put on a bloody N.F/T website and I had so much trouble.

#di.slyte songs are jammers honestly #✧ ooc. | rest your heart. #tbd.

[nathibell2]

14/12/23 10:58hs

A calça de couro(vegetal claro)que eu tô experimentando todos os dias,serviu perfeitamente!!! Ainda tô muito insegura pra me pesar,se o número não é o que eu quero,eu surto e isso não vai ajudar. Vou continuar com os meus n.fs e acompanhando pelas roupas. Beijinhos de luz e menos quinze quilos pra todos nós ;*

#ana brasil #anabrasil #borboletana #ed br #ana mia brasil #garotas bonitas não comem #anorexcya #i need to lose this weight

[ecoamerica]

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