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New Monster Hotel guest! Yandere!Slug Hybrid, who loves to book a room just to see your pretty little face. He's dangerously charismatic, and has a rather bold sense of fasion.

Official art and intro sheet on Patreon!

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You stare at the blonde yakuza, somewhat hesitant.

"What? Can't a man pick up his beloved partner every now and then?" he puffs from his cigarette with indignance.

"Are you sure you didn't just come to make sure there's no guy flirting with me?"

His lips part in shock, and he places a hand over his chest theatrically.

"Come, now, you act like I'm a violent brute. So what, a coworker of yours thought you're single. We moved past that, didn't we?"

"I can see the gun hidden beneath the roses, Kazuya."

He laughs, then scratches the back of his head awkwardly.

"Huh...guess you caught me again, (Y/N)."

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You've somehow ended up in a Tournament of the Underworld, where monsters compete to death against each other. Thankfully you don't have to do anything yourself, as you've been provided with a fighter. Your fate is in his hands, and he's determined to win! Not just the tournament, you see, but perhaps even your heart. Don't worry, he's the strongest of them all.

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NSFW content!

Centaur Manager is always careful when it comes to your safety during sex. Oh, he's terribly apologetic about your struggles to take him in. What a lamentable curse, this size difference of yours! In truth, however, he can't help but secretly enjoy your misfortune: watching as your round eyes tear up, hearing your small grunts and whines as his cock stretches you out, savoring your flushed face whenever you're stuffed just from the tip. He'll stroke your hair lovingly and whisper praise words in your ear, chest puffed with pride. Would you find it in your heart to forgive his mean delight? You're simply too adorable.

Lewd facts about the Hotel staff and guests! Featuring Minotaur Maid, Puppy!Hybrid, Slime Guest, and Vampire Noble.

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Alr ozzieee, hear me out on this long ass shit I wrote JUST for you to enjoy and arrange as you wish.

Yandere pizza guy. This dude literally will wait for your order by the counter when you're ordering from his restaurant, constantly coming over to check on his precious person. He will take your every order when he sees it light up the screen. He simply reads the address and he takes it quicker than The Flash. And when someone else tries to take your order, he screams and throws a tantrum, and especially when he's threatened with being fired he reminds his boss about his many achievements they've got thanks to him.

You are quite surprised when he shows up to your doorstep the third day in a row, teasing you about how you're ordering from this specific place just to get to see him. But you're actually trying to get someone else. At some point, you decide to order from a Sushi restaurant. But he notices. He quickly cancels the order and instead places your normal pizza order, coming to your house with a skip in his step. When questioned, he will simply just shrug and say it must be a malfunction. He insists you take the pizza, saying it shan't go to waste. You take it

Yandere pizza guy who shows up at your doorstep during a fucking thunderstorm, hand clenched around the door frame to keep himself from flying away. You take the pizza and the poor man inside, saying how it has been a prank call from one of her drunk friends, and how she didn't think he'd actually take it with the conditions of the weather.

- yapping void anon here. See why I added yapping to my name huehue- but fr hmo.

How good is our yandere at pretending, because I feel like we're this close to receiving a "special order"

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KID

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There are some events which happen with exceptional rarity within the passing time of the Universe: winning the lottery twice, large galaxies colliding, black holes revolving in a binary system...

...And his Unholy Majesty catching a cold.

The Demon King grunts under the blankets as you tuck him in. Oh, what a humiliating affair, the disgrace of a lifetime. He is beyond mortified.

"Enough of this," he demands with an unconvincing, clumsy growl. "What, are you expecting me to lay in bed all day? There's dimensions to be invaded, planets to eradicate!"

"Don't worry, Sir, we have found a solution," his beastly butler says with a reassuring grin. "You must - without any sort of doubt! - rest and regain your powers."

The gargantuan creature stares with skepticism at his servant, forehead flushed with feverish fires.

"Besides," the scaly lizard suggests sweetly, "your assistance here is absolutely vital."

"Excuse me?"

"Yes, yes. You see, (Y/N) will be overlooking your duties until your health returns. Which then, of course, leaves our estate defenseless! It's essential that you replace (Y/N) in the homely tasks; as a matter of fact, there's a chocolate soufflé that needs to be taken out of the oven soon. We leave everything in your blasphemous hands."

Before his Evilness can respond, you rush outside and head for the office. Can't be that hard, you tell yourself, stuffing the guidebook in your pocket: How to destroy worlds and torture its inhabitants.

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Holy shit you're asexual too

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Its kinda nice to meet another asexual in here, im excited also....

Hope you have a good marriage

There's a surprising number of asexual people in the monster fucking community. Probably half my Discord pookies are ace as well! Which reminds me, here's a link if you or anyone else reading this is interested in making fellow queer friends in the fandom.

Thank you for the lovely wishes; pleasantly surprised to see your Flaky x Flippy profile picture, too. Ideally I'd be shipping the murderous cutie with me instead, but alas, this is the next top-tier choice. Heh.

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YOU'RE MARRIED FR FR???

CONGRATS

Well, I'm not officially married yet, unless you count my beloved spouses here. :D

I can give you some details if you'd like, since @mellsfern was also curious about it, though it's nothing too dramatic! We've been together for almost 9 years and marriage was never an uncertainty; I just didn't feel like dealing with the paperwork. Since I'm officially out of school and I no longer have to worry about anything that would be impeded by my name change, we decided to go with it now.

It's a funny thing; we met on an anonymous forum (4Chan), then started talking because he was studying physics, and I was interested in science. I moved in with him - from Romania to Germany - and went on to study physics myself. On Friday we got engaged in front of Kirchhoff's grave, the one who determined the laws of electrical circuits. It wasn't something planned, we just went to the cemetery for the nostalgic feeling, then stumbled upon his tombstone again. It's also where the Grimm Brothers are buried, but they watched from a distance as second-hand witnesses.

Maybe this could be a little reminder that unexpected encounters do happen! I'm a terribly introverted asexual who struggled with real-life romance my entire life, so I never pictured myself in this position. You never know, huh?

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Hii I was wondering if u could do a yandere Kazuya x yn x yandere Daitou I’m not sure if u do character x yn x character tho

Yandere! Yakuza x Reader Spinoff

Two yakuza men who have fallen in love with their new foreign tenant. A what-if spinoff to the original story for that love triangle spice. Happy Valentine's Day!

Content: female reader, NSFW, organized crime, obsessive behavior, violence, BDSM themes (choking), threats

Credits: My boyfriend for giving me the Daitou smut idea

[Main Story] | [General Headcanons]

Kazuya is sitting on the sidewalk, checking his watch occasionally and tapping his foot. The cigarette seems to have been forgotten, hanging lowly from his lips.

"Sorry I'm late." Daitou speedily makes his way towards his friend, smiling awkwardly.

"Where the fuck were you, man? We don't know how much time we have before the cops arrive."

"Uh uh, leave it to me." The cheeky grin doesn't leave his face as he pulls out his gun and carefully but swiftly inspects the barrel and safety one final time. "(Y/N) needed some help with the mailbox. I couldn't just say no, ya know?"

The blonde man's eyebrows raise for a second, but he quickly recollects himself.

"I see. That's good."

"She asked me to show her the area tomorrow, so I'll be working extra hard tonight. Hehe."

"That's good."

Daitou glances at Kazuya, somewhat wary.

"You okay?"

Stupid question. What's he supposed to answer? Yeah, he loves waiting like a dumbass while his friend flirts with the new tenant, who conveniently happens to be a cute foreigner, who's been unexpectedly nice and relaxed around them despite them explicitly stating they're part of the Japanese mafia. Fucking hell. It doesn't help that this idiot is as obvious as a blaring, blinding cluster of ads smack in the middle of Kabukicho. He can tell from miles away that Daitou's completely fallen for her. Just like that, in an instant.

They've been partners and best friends for years now, so the natural reaction would be happiness, right? Daitou has always been one scary motherfucker. Even the seniors scramble when he's in the room, let alone women. For him to find someone that isn't bothered the slightest by his appearance or background should be a celebratory occasion. Kazuya should be rooting for him. Except, well, he fell for you just as hard. Tough luck.

The Bushido moral code, often used as guidance within their own lifestyle, covers matters such as loyalty and honesty quite extensively. A true warrior remains fiercely faithful to his master or companions. And yet, love interests are more of a grey area, especially if they happen to overlap. Who dictates the proper etiquette for this dilemma? To whom is loyalty directed towards? Truth be told, Kazuya couldn’t care less. He’s always been a man of vice, impulsive and greedy. If he wants something, he takes it.

The trouble starts when the other person is of the same mindset. Two ferocious predators eyeing the same victim.

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You fiddle next to the tall, dark-haired man. Similarly, Daitou is avoiding eye contact, looking around in hopes of finding something to focus on. It’s the first time he’s come over since the incident. After his little mission with Kazuya, he was tasked to “interrogate” some of the remaining members to get even more names for the hitlist. He’d completely forgotten about his promise to show you the neighborhood. Hands sticky with blood, he was in the middle of his signature act of benevolence, putting the lad out of his misery.

It was around that time you decided to be the one picking him up instead, for your grand tour. Your knocks on the door remained unheard, however, so you decided to politely make your way in.

“Sorry, I hope I’m not-”

You froze in place. A man (you assumed at least based on the few visible traits left), tied up on the chair, canvas bag roped around his head. Daitou’s hands were secured around his throat. In the few seconds of silence, you could hear a muffled wheezing, as the stranger’s chest heaved in short convulsions.

“-intruding.” You mumbled, regaining your speech.

He messed up, didn’t he? Daitou sighs and slicks his hair back. He can’t blame you if you’re now terrified of him. He had to come over for some tenant checkups and you’ve been maintaining a safe distance from him during his entire visit. What can he possibly tell you? “Hey, I know I threatened to chop you up and you’ve now witnessed firsthand I’m a legit murderer, but, uh…I have a crush on you? Dinner at seven?”

You’re terrified alright, but not of his deeds. Rather, your newly discovered perversion as a consequence of the gory scene. It’s not that you relished in the torment of another. It’s the other details that left you reminiscing. Daitou’s imposing frame, the unbuttoned shirt revealing his traditional tattoos glistening in beads of sweat, his flexed, brawny arms, and large hands. You’re scared of your shamelessness. It can’t be normal. Yet you can’t stop thinking about it. Just a glimpse into this memory and your cheeks become burning red.

“I’ll be on my way then”, the yakuza announces politely.

Though he immediately stops in his tracks, and you realize you’ve unconsciously grabbed onto his sleeve. Uh oh. What now? You mumble an apology without releasing your hold. Being this close to him makes your heart drum inside your chest.

To hell with it.

“I might say something terribly inappropriate right now, but…”

“Sorry?” He stares at you, dumbfounded.

“Do you have anything planned after this?” You ask quietly.

“N-no?”

“Would you mind staying over?”

“Huh? Sure…w-what for?” His mouth is dry, and he searches your eyes in confusion.

“You know…” Choke me until I pass out and such, you think to yourself sarcastically.

He turns to face you, lips pursed awkwardly.

“You’ll have to be clear with me, Miss (Y/N). I’m not good with all this tiptoeing around and I might get the wrong idea.”

Your ears perk up hearing his final words, a deep blush now spreading over your flustered features.

“What wrong idea?”

Daitou fidgets with his glass prosthetic nervously.

“Well, uh, a man can only dream, ya know? Especially around a cute girl like you.” He reveals with a stutter.

“Suppose I’d be willing to go along with anything on your mind. What then?” You twirl your hair, gazing shyly at the floor. Not even you can believe the audacity leaving your lips.

The tall man steps before you, towering above with a certain gleam in his eye. It’s yearning. Your knees weaken.

“Don’t tease me, please. I can hardly control myself around you as it is.”

You release his sleeve and instead cling onto his shirt with both hands, looking up through your lashes.

“I’m dead serious.”

He ponders his next move with a click of the tongue, then cups your cheeks between his hands and lowers himself until his hot breath tickles your nose.

“Are you? There’s no going back after this. Can you handle it?” His voice is suddenly deeper, raspier.

Before you can respond, you feel yourself lifted and you yelp, surprised, instinctively wrapping your limbs around the yakuza. In between the greedy kisses that leave your lips bruised and swollen, you don’t notice the movement back towards the seating area.

As you pull away to gasp for air, he throws you onto the couch, flipping you over in the process so that you’re kneeling away from him. Your nails dig into the soft fabric of the sofa. You hear Daitou unbuckle his belt and you squeeze your legs together, heavily aroused. He presses his palm gently into your back, arching it. You sense his fingers grazing over your core and you whimper.

“G-go on, please.” You beg, swaying your hips tentatively. “I really can’t wait anymore.”

“As you wish, Miss.” He reassures you with a grin.

He adjusts himself and carefully makes his way in. You don’t have time to enjoy the feeling; following almost instantly is his belt looped around your neck, tightening under his grip as he pulls the ends towards him. Your head is forced back, and you groan. You can hear the leather stretch and creak over your assaulted skin, the constriction briefly cutting your oxygen intake. Hot drool trickles down your chin and your eyes almost roll back in pleasure.

“Look at my little Miss (Y/N), taking it like a champion.” He bends over and bites your earlobe playfully. “Does that mean I can be as rough as I want?”

You nod erratically.

The grip around your throat intensifies and your vision becomes blurry.

“Hey, don’t pass out now.” He inserts two fingers in your mouth, pulling you by the cheek and tilting your head to look him in the eye. “Not before you show me that you understand your situation. You’re mine. Is that clear?”

He drags his fingers downwards, aiding your response as you struggle to contract your muscles.

“Attagirl.” He concludes, satisfied.

In the morning you wake up with a dreadful soreness, and you can quickly see why. Your body is peppered in bruises. Daitou is smoking by the window and promptly flicks his cigarette out once he realizes you’re no longer asleep.

“Are you okay? I’m so sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me.” He begins, remorseful, and squats in front of the bed. “I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

“I will need a day or two to recover before the next time, but otherwise I’m fine.”

He beams with delight upon registering your words: next time. You can’t help but snicker at his childish enthusiasm. It’s a mystery how Daitou can switch between ruthless killer and cute partner with such ease.

Although it’s no secret, really. It’s you.

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“Thanks for driving me home, Kazuya.”

You smile and unbuckle your seatbelt, reaching for the door handle. Daitou has been busy with work for the past days, so Kazuya took his place in looking after your needs.

“Huh?” You rattle the grab handle one more time to make sure. “It’s still locked.”

The blonde raps the wheel impatiently with his fingers. Is he to silently accept his loss? Does it even count as a loss when he hasn’t even had the chance to present his piece? Daitou has been quiet about it, but he can read that bastard like an open book. Something definitely happened between the two of you and the mere thought drives him insane.

Ah, this is so unlike him. There are few things he cares about. His pride, his Family’s honor, his freedom. Women aren’t exactly on that list, yet somehow, you’ve snuck your way to the very top of priorities and he’s realizing it just now. It’s becoming harder to ignore his maddening urge to have you. Out of all the things…He’d give Daitou the world. But not you. He can’t. He can’t.

“Kazuya? Are you listening? You forgot to unlock the door.”

“Say, (Y/N) …ever fucked in a car before?”

“What?” You ask, baffled.

“Come here for a moment.” He swiftly slides his seat all the way back and pats his thigh.

“Are you out of your mind?”

He answers your inquiry by pulling out his handgun and lazily pointing it towards you.

“I’m only going to ask once.”

You clumsily climb over the center console, straddling the yakuza with a slight pout.

“Someone’s in a sour mood, that’s for sure”, you complain. “It’s not even loaded.”

“Even I’m not crazy enough to risk shooting my Princess.” He smiles apologetically, throwing the gun on the backseat. “I thought it’d be more threatening that way.”

He removes a strand of hair from your face, gazing at you intently. His hand lingers for a second, before sliding its way down, tracing the side of your body. You shiver.

“Can you truly blame me when there’s such a pretty girl right before my eyes?” The blonde exhales and focuses on your shirt instead. “Won’t you let me prove myself?”

From this distance, despite the dim lights, you can discern his features in agonizing detail. His long lashes, his fleshy lips, currently parted, the luscious locks of hair casually thrown back. Kazuya has always been effortlessly handsome. It’s not just his good looks, but his overflowing charisma. He always knows exactly what to say and do. A devilish power to have over people, and you’re presently his victim.

His slender fingers play with your first button and cheekily undo it. You can only observe it, entranced. Your legs are weak, and your arms are stuck in place, resting limply over his broad shoulders.

“May I?” He glances up at you with a pleading expression. “I won’t be able to hold back afterwards.”

You bite your lower lip, distracted. Whether or not this is a wise choice, you can’t currently tell. You squirm in his lap and suddenly feel the pressure coming from below.

“Go ahead.” You finally confess.

He doesn’t hesitate and slithers his hand underneath your shirt, popping the rest of the buttons open. Like a hungry animal that has stumbled upon a feast, he sinks his teeth into your neck, leaving mean, wet kisses on his way down.

One hand is greedily kneading your curves, encouraged by your soft whimpers, while the other strokes your thigh in anticipation. With a bit of readjustment, he finds the right spot between your trembling legs. You jolt at the sensation of his cold fingers.

“My, you’re already dripping. How lewd.” He whispers between breaths. “Do you want it now?”

He nonchalantly slips out and undoes his own pants. You lift yourself expectantly and let a moan escape your lips upon feeling the erection throbbing right below.

“Well then, can’t forget our manners, can we?” He announces, visibly excited. “What should I do?”

You glare at him, feverish.

“Stop teasing me.”

“Come on, be a good girl. Tell me what to do and I will do it, Love.”

Why, this…You lower yourself to his ear and answer in a lulled whine.

“Isn’t it obvious? I want you to fuck me.”

Words enough to send the blonde man over the edge. He abruptly clutches your thighs for support, easing himself in before continuing with increasingly aggressive thrusts. Husky whimpers roll out of his mouth, desperate and starved.

“Oh, I’ve waited so long for this. My darling, perfect little (Y/N).” He presses his forehead into your chest, indulging in the moment. “Now say that you’re mine. Please. Please say it.”

“I’m…ah…I’m all yours, Kazuya.” You manage to blurt out, growing dizzy.

“That’s my girl. Such a good girl.”

Once the deed is finished, you flop your head over his chest, trying to catch your breath. Kazuya smoothens your clothes meticulously, holding you with one arm for support. Can’t leave a lady all disheveled, after all.

“Won’t Daitou be upset?” You point out, somewhat anxiously.

His muscles are tense for a second and he furrows his brows.

“That’s one strange way to thank me for making you come at least twice. Mentioning another man’s name.”

“I’m just…” your words trail off.

“What? Worried? You think I can’t handle it or something?”

Far from the truth. Both Kazuya and Daitou are violent, dangerous men. Given their stubbornness, you’re rather certain they’d end up killing each other. Not your favorite outcome.

“I don’t want either of you to get hurt.”

He sighs loudly.

“I’ll tell you what. Under normal circumstances, I’d probably dismember whoever had the guts to even entertain the idea of meddling with you. But…just because it’s Daitou, I might be willing to share. Nothing more than that.”

Kazuya ruffles your hair and chuckles.

“Aren’t you glad I’m such a diplomat, Love?”

“More like batshit crazy, both of you.” You retort, stretching.

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Ozzzyy my love will u be my anti-valentine this year bc my (soon to b) ex husband cheated on v-day and his birthday is the next day

Absolutely. This goes for you and any other pookie out there who doesn't have a Valentine and/or needs someone to escort them through the sickly sweet festivities.

I'm at your service.

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For Valentine’s Day…😘

Imagine going to a speed dating event where you’re stuck in a wall, ass bare and out, getting railed by various monster cocks to see if they like your holes. You know, to test out that relationship compatibility 🥰

P. S. I’d 100% trust you to be my monster match maker at the Human Adoption Agency. Wish I could work there…I’d probably be the best employee of the month, every month 🥲

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I'm thinking of a Monster Matchmaking event where you may test your sexual compatibility with all kinds of creatures: werewolves, vampires, hybrids, tentacle monstrosities, eldritch aberrations.

It's more of a one-sided decision, you see. The beastly beings are beyond elated to have their way with a human. A human! They're fascinated, curious, and greedy. They turn you around, pin you down under their hold, observe your reactions with insatiable lust. They could be doing this forever.

That is to say, there's no preferences to be discussed. All of them are completely enamored, trying their best to claim you as their own. It's up to you to decide whether you have a favorite.

Perhaps you found it particularly arousing, the way your werewolf match knotted you and held you underneath him, grunting about what a perfect breeding toy you are. Or maybe you enjoyed being sprawled open by the many slithering tentacles of your Lovecraftian partner, as it whispered sweet promises in cursed tongues.

If you're unsure, well, there's no other choice but to repeat the process all over again. Valentine's Day? Strange, they could've sworn it was closer to a week, or a month, or...

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Hello everyone, Valentine's Day is approaching and I have prepared some exclusive content for my friends! This time it's quite art-focused, though there's some short stories to look forward to as well:

Valentine's Day Cards: Featuring official art of Puppy!Hybrid [NSFW] and your perverted goat-demon Zzy

Comic Special: As per popular vote, this holiday page includes a bonus NSFW doodle featuring Centaur Manager

OC Cameo: A two-panel comic and blurb featuring Yandere!Android and his analysis of romantic gestures

New Characters: Meet some of the other guests frequenting the monstrous hotel, such as the ever-silent Vampire Noble, the mysterious Alien Priest, and the Cursed Child who keeps following you around; each intro comes with official art

Early Access: Stories that haven't made it to Tumblr yet, like Demon King dealing with colds, as well as the Monster Dating Show premiere! The Patreon release will have its own poll and resulting story + art featuring the round winner

Wishing everyone a lovely Friday, whether you're celebrating or not!

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Just something I thought of after watching Little Witch Academia. Cupid wasp hybrid: one sting, and you're in love.

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Hii omg it's me again I finished reading Clover and I loved it sm ty for recommending it, u recommended it a while back but after that um post u made for the types of delinquent boyfriends I got the motivation to finish reading it!! My fav is probably Kira and Sanada :3 which isn't shocking since I love kawachi tesshou.....

Me when I see a blonde delinquent:

Oh, I'm so glad! At last, someone who knows about this gem. Similar to Takahashi sensei's works, Clover has a very robust and simplistic art in the beginning, but you can see how much it improves in the second half. The style is quite unique in my opinion, and also very detailed; my man is very much into motorcycles.

I probably would've included Kira in the post if it wasn't for the fact that his arc is very short and you only get a glimpse into his personality. Like, sure, he's a stubbornly loyal leader of a biker gang, but what else?

Sanada is my personal favorite, too. For whatever reason, he reminds me a lot of Mitsumasa; they're both very casual, flexible, easygoing. You just know they'd make great boyfriends. I can imagine Erina becoming a huge fan of yours and following you around because she finds you cool. "Oi, you better not mess up with (Y/N), ya hear?!", she'll loudly scold her brother in front of everyone. "They're gonna be my sibling-in-law!"

I also like to imagine Reader as Misaki's best friend, so the boys often get into catfights because of it. Misaki being terribly upset that someone is stealing his friend (who is he going to hang out with now?!), and Sanada grunting with a pout whenever he learns Misaki just shows up at your place whenever he feels like it, or complaining whenever the menace third wheels your dates.

"You can't just do that, man," he argues in despair, looking at Kikuchi for support.

"Ugh, I've been doing it way before you two started dating, so mind your business," Misaki barks. "Besides, why do you care so much? Why're you so adamant to be alone with (Y/N), huh? I'm watching you. Don't try anything funny."

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Feel like I should say I don't think amblyopia is ugly at all! It's just a classic "undesirable" trait in people and I was tryna add those to the donkey man, but I didn't mean to come off like I think it's ugly or just seeming mean in general

No worries at all, I know exactly what you meant. It's just the statistical truth: some traits are almost never associated with attractiveness. There's nothing wrong with admitting it and wanting to depict them as desirable instead.

This reminds me of the time Gucci released a lipstick advert, back in 2019. Boy, what a ruckus it caused! Now, don't get it twisted - I personally don't engage with luxury brands for a variety of reasons (like animal cruelty), and it could've very well been made just for the shock value. Nonetheless, I appreciate the idea it puts forward; this blog, too, encourages diversity. Not just in spirit, but also in appearance.