#6’3’’ about 190cm

[appreciatingtokrev]

i think next time someone asks me how i’m doing i should just start listing tokyo revengers character’s heights & ages that i know by heart.

[fnaf-movie-countdown]

Images released by Dawko and Baz of them hanging out with the animatronics and suits!

[machveil]

KONIG + GHOST WITH AN S/O WHO WANTS TO DANCE I THE RAIN

making out with that beautiful brain of yours oh my god

dancing in the rain with: Simon “Ghost” Riley, König + Simon and König

Simon “Ghost” Riley:

Simon’s a little skeptical at first, it’s not a light drizzle after all - it’s a good summer rain. but when you’re practically dragging him out the door? his shoulders slump and he sighs, “Hold on, jacket— can’t have you getting sick, love.”

truth be told, Simon’s not much of a dancer. if a song he likes comes on the radio the most he’ll do is tap his foot, maybe bob his head. so when you’re hand in hand and he watches you kick a puddle, dancing around in the rain? he’s willing to embarrass himself for you

and, oh man, is he an awkward dancer. ridiculous, a Lieutenant, built like a tank, trying to dance for his partner. he’s all elbows, hands in tight fists as he tries to match your energy - he’s really trying. he’s tense, it looks like he’s gearing up to hit a punching bag rather than dancing

looks like you have to step in - taking his hands in yours. “You look like you’re trying to fight me, Simon. C’mon, loosen up!”, you laugh, trying to get him to shimmy with you on the pavement, “I am loose.”, he deadpans, footwork a little sloppy. but, as he gets used to the way you’re moving, his jaw goes a little slack, he becomes a little lighter on his feet. there’s one thing he can do, and it makes your cheeks feel a little hot against the cool rain

hand on the small of your back, Simon dips you - weight supported by his palm. and when he brings the hand he’s holding up to his lips, a firm kiss the back of your hand, he cracks a smile, “This loose enough, lovie?”

König:

“You want me to dance, liebling?”, he asks, amused by the request. he glances out the window - spring, budding flowers dotting the trees and leaves sprouting on bushes. he’s taking your hand and leading you out the door, “Ja, why not, Maus.”

he humors you, but he’s a romantic at heart. he can’t deny the feeling in his stomach, butterflies flitting about. his heart squeezing with affection as you spin, droplets of rain rolling down your skin. he’s mesmerized by how you move, it doesn’t matter if you’re actually dancing or just kicking puddles

it’s surprising how the giant man can be so light on his feet - and he’s matching the rhythm you set. he’ll spin you, twirl you around, and he won’t let you fall. he doesn’t say anything, just grins behind his damp hood as you laugh and smile

but when he stops suddenly you look up at him, eyebrows raising as he settles his hands your hips, “König? What’re you— König!”, suddenly you’re in his arms, his hands shifting to hold the backs of your thighs as he picks you up - and easily too. “Was? I’m just dancing, Schatz.”

now he’s laughing softly, accent thick as he shuffles, “Ich liebe dich.”, he coos. you’re both thoroughly soaked by the time you go inside, a small cold hitting you both - but that’s okay, it was worth it

Simon “Ghost” Riley + König:

it’s almost comical to them - their arms crossed as you beg them to come outside with you, “Please— guys, come on! I can’t go out there alone, I’ll look dumb.”. Simon silently cocking his head to the side while König chuckles, “Dumm? Oh, liebling, we wouldn’t want that.”, he hums

König’s always one to give into your whims, the people pleaser in him comes out when you’re around. Simon, ever the straight man of the duo, is making sure the Austrian doesn’t rush you out the door, “Easy there, I’m not taking care of your ass if you get sick.”, he huffs, tossing a jacket at König. walking up to you, Simon drapes a jacket over your shoulders, lightly ruffling your hair, “And you’re too good t’get sick, love.”

once everyone is ready to face the rain though? it’s Simon dragging you out the door, “C’mon, you wanted this.”, voice gravely as walks down to the pavement with you, König following close behind. it’s silly - your 6’3”/~190cm Brit and behemoth 6’10”/~208cm Austrian boyfriends getting drenched while dancing with you. they’d happily make fools out of themselves to see you smile - your laughter echoing down the street

it’s hard taking turns dancing with them, it ends in a pissing contest over who the better dance partner is König, sorry Simon. four hands pulling you every which way - they’re constantly moving, from your hips and waist, over your hands and tracing up your arms

it’s not long before you three rush back inside - the sky clearing up, your shoes damp and their masks soaked. the moods light as everyone dries off, clothes shrugged off in exchange for loungewear

they could definitely be convinced to dance with you again

[pixelchills]

"A Not so Sunny World" Character Info Cards

Very long post!

This post contains all the essential information about our Main Characters, their personalities and relationships with each other!

Main characters from the tallest to the shortest!

~Information~

Sunrise "Sun"

Occupation: Daycare Attendant, Superstar Daycare Jester

Level, species: Level 3, Celestial Alien

Day of awakening: September 30th, 2037

Assigned gender, pronouns: Male, he/him

Height: 6’3” or 190cm (no rays included)

Sexuality: Demisexual

Personality and relationships:

Sunrise is a sweet and kind Animutant with a golden heart. He wants to believe the best in everybody, and loves meeting new people. He is curious, yet innocent, sometimes even a bit naïve. He has bad anxiety and tends to be a people pleaser. He gets scared and nervous easily, especially in new situations. He is a terrible liar.

Sunrise feels his emotions with a full heart, sometimes draining himself with it. He is often described by the Daycare workers as dramatic, annoying and a bit over the top – but it’s just because he feels every feeling, positive or negative, to a great extent. He often needs assurance and help from others, because he was created to be more obedient and dependent on others than his precursor, Solar.

Sunrise likes crafting and creative activities and dislikes rule-breaking. He wants to be seen as a good worker and caretaker – but he loves when someone takes care of him too. Sunrise loves being praised, but has no sense of direction; he gets lost very easily. He doesn’t stand cold very well. Sunrise is the youngest Animutant working at the Mega Pizzaplex.

Sunrise is Moondrop’s boyfriend. They’re best friends, laboratory sweethearts, and absolutely inseparable. Sunrise fell in love with Moondrop at first sight on his first day out of the incubator tube. They’re deeply in love and cannot stand being away from each other for too long. Sunrise wants to always know what Moon is up to, and he never gets tired of spending time with his boyfriend.

Sunrise is friends with the other Animutants in the Mega Pizzaplex. He gets along best with Chica, who wants to always make sure he is comfortable and included in the activities they’re doing, sometimes even a bit too much. He doesn’t always get along with Roxanne, who tends to bully or mock him, and he has a hard time understanding Foxy’s sarcastic humour.

But overall, he gets along with everyone to some extent, and his slightly innocent nature is adored by the older mutants. (Even Monty gets along with Sun after Bonnie’s incident brought them accidentally a bit closer.)

Sunrise has difficulties socialising with the others sometimes, because he was left alone in the Daycare without any Animutant company for 9 years after his awakening, which caused him to under-develop social skills normal for other Animutants. He looks up to the others like his superheroes.

Sunrise obeys humans usually without a question. He is afraid of the small devices the authorities will use for misbehaving or disobeying Animutants.

Moondrop "Moon"

Occupation: Daycare Attendant, Superstar Daycare Jester, Night Security

Level, species: Level 3, Celestial Alien

Day of awakening: September 21st, 2037

Assigned gender, pronouns: Male, he/him

Height: 6’4” or 193cm

Sexuality: Omnisexual

Personality and relationships:

Moondrop is serious and observing Animutant, but that’s mostly just the cool demeanour he gives to the others. Deep down he is sensitive and humorous, and wants to always make sure everyone around him is safe and happy. He has some scars from his past he is still trying to heal, and his self-image is not the best, resulting in him often doubting his actions and trying to keep it to himself. He is strong and independent and doesn’t really like anyone else but Sunrise, stating that his heart is small and tightly sealed; and there’s only enough room for Sun.

Moondrop is seen as a quiet and soft-spoken attendant in the Daycare. He doesn’t speak much with the human workers, and some of them find him a bit intimidating. Moon lost the regular sight in his left eye in a fight with El Chip and covers the eye with a star-shaped eyepatch when working with children to not scare them with his night vision.

Moondrop loves lazing around during his free time, reading books, and watching horror movies; he doesn’t like to feel or be seen as submissive and vulnerable, and his past with El Chip is something that haunts him even to the present day. It’s also the reason why he hates Mexican food and the smell of cigarettes; El Chip also caused Moon to develop a slight fear of people wearing sombreros.

Moondrop is Sunrise’s boyfriend. The two lovebirds are inseparable. Moondrop doesn’t show his funny and overly sweet self to anyone else but Sunrise. Sun is also the only one who Moon is willing to show his vulnerabilities, as well as his true, sensitive self. Sunrise has helped Moon slowly heal from many hardships in his past. Moondrop is overprotective of his boyfriend and likes spoiling him with attention and small trinkets and things he sometimes picks up during his nightly patrols. Moondrop adores Sunrise more than anything.

Moondrop doesn’t really consider the other Animutants in the Mega Pizzaplex his ‘friends’. He has trust issues and argues that he ‘doesn’t need’ anyone else but Sunrise. Truthfully, he gets well along with Bonnie and has slowly become more comfortable with his previous co-workers as well, Roxanne and Monty.

Roxy and Moon bonded over their like of horror movies, and Roxy and Chica helped Moon out when he started his periods; Moon’s body had developed ovaries due to a hormonal change. Moon and Monty used to be at each other’s throats, but after Monty and Sun got closer, they try to act civil with each other.

Moon shows his humorous side to the others after a while with his silly tricks and pranks; unharmful little jokes he and Sunrise put up for the others after they started feeling a bit more comfortable in the group.

Moondrop tends to talk back and threaten the humans if he doesn’t agree with them. He is not afraid to lie his way out of trouble to protect himself or the others. He gets punished but isn’t afraid of the small device nearly as much as Sunrise. Moondrop is good friends with the Head Nightguard Vanessa, who saved his life back in the previous location.

Freddy Fazbear

Occupation: Franchise Mascot, Band’s main Singer

Level, species: Level 3, Brown Bear

Approx. Day of awakening: February 2025

Assigned gender, pronouns: Male, he/him

Height: 6’11” or 210cm (no ears included)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Personality and relationships:

Freddy is a polite and understanding mascot of the franchise. Despite his position as the head of the band and as the face of the Fazbear co. Freddy is kind and tries to get along with everyone. His soft and somewhat calm demeanour is adored by the children and some of the workers, his energy often seen as close to a parental.

Freddy is a sticker for rules and company policies, often reminding the other Animutants in the plex about them. He likes spending time with the others and helping them out with their free time projects or activities. He has more responsibilities than the others as the franchise mascot, but he is often given more free passes and goodies in return.

Freddy gets along well with everyone. His politeness and calmness are sometimes seen as him keeping his distance, but it’s just the way he was designed. He knows how to take the role of the leader when needed and is often the middle ground in disagreements between the other mutants. He is best friends with Bonnie but is still somewhat distant from the Daycare Attendants.

Freddy sticks to the rules strictly, but it is unsure how he is handled at the management levels. He respects his position as being something less than a human, but never boasts about his position as the main star.

Bonnie the Bunny

Occupation:  Band’s ex-bassist, Bonnie Bowl Mascot

Level, species: Level 3, Purple Rabbit

Approx. Day of awakening: March 2025

Assigned gender, pronouns: Male, he/him

Height: 7’2” or 218cm (no ears included)

Sexuality: Gay

Personality and relationships:

Bonnie is an outgoing and generous tall bunny. He gets along with everyone from a kid to an elder, from Animutant to a human. Everyone likes him, he radiates very warm and humorous energy. He is almost like an older brother to the other Animutants in the Plex.

Bonnie likes sports and action, and he is ready to help and take care of others when needed, but also ready to party and go wild if necessary. He is very easy-going and supportive. Bonnie lost his right arm in an accident in Monty Golf, but because he was so liked by the people in the Mega Plex, they decided to give him a prosthetic arm instead of decommissioning him. He gave his spot in the band to Monty and works now in his attraction Bonnie Bowl as its full-time mascot.

Bonnie has a good sense of humour and is often able to cheer everyone up even in the darkest situations. Sometimes he forgets to take care of his own needs or feelings though, but tries to keep a bright and brave mind.

Bonnie is best friends with Freddy and Monty, often helping the former with the decision-making and stuff that comes from the higher-ups. Bonnie seems to be the only one able to handle Monty easily. He is good with the girls, and even Moon, who doesn’t seem to really ‘befriend’ anyone, doesn’t have anything bad to say about the purple bunny. Bonnie and Foxy bicker back and forth constantly, rivalling in the field of humour by teasing each other.

Bonnie is very liked by the human staff, as his helpful nature is often appreciated with his size and strength. He helps with physical work, but also by being a good friend to many. This quality saved him from being ‘put down’ after he lost his arm.

Chica the Chicken

Occupation: Band’s guitarist & back-up singer, Mazercize and Cupcake World Mascot

Level, species: Level 3, White Chicken

Approx. Day of awakening: June 2025

Assigned gender, pronouns: Female, she/her

Height: 5’11” or 180cm

Sexuality: Pansexual

Personality and relationships:

Chica is a cheerful and energetic Animutant. She is known in the plex as the ultimate extrovert; always ready to join and meet new people and hang out with someone. She talks and laughs a lot and has a very bubbly and happy nature. She the shortest Animutant of the group. Her favourite colour is pink.

Chica loves make-up and dates that include food or dancing. She is a flexible party girl, who sometimes gets herself into trouble just by being a bit too careless. She doesn’t seem to fear almost anything, but is very sensitive to fights between her friends and wishes everyone to get along and have a good time. She loves pizza and ice cream.

Chica is Roxy’s girlfriend. She shares a very special relationship with Roxy, the wolf being the first female mutant she has ever worked with, quickly making the two fall for each other more deeply. Chica adores her cool girlfriend and pokes her with teasy jokes and comments all the time, knowing that Roxy won’t get mad at her no matter what.

Since Chica was previously the only girl in the old location, she has all the male mutants around her pinkie quite tightly. She is small, but made from pure pepper if someone angers her (which doesn’t really happen). Most of the time, she handles her role as the Princess/Queen Bee of the Pizzaplex quite well, and is liked by everyone.

She is sweet to her friends, and has taken Sunrise under her wing almost like an older sister, making sure he and Moondrop are always comfortable in the group hangouts after the first couple of catastrophes that occurred.

Chica learns a lot of gossip from the human staff and knows a lot of secrets about almost everyone working in the plex. She accepts her place as an Animutant, but tries to make the most out of it by enjoying her life to the fullest. 

"Captain" Foxy the Pirate Fox

Occupation: Pirate’s Cove and Superstar Theater Mascot

Level, species: Level 3, Red Fox

Approx. Day of awakening: January 2025

Assigned gender, pronouns: Male, he/him

Height: 6’7” or 200cm (no ears included)

Sexuality: Aroace

Personality and relationships:

Foxy is a sarcastic and somewhat cynical Animutant, who takes his role as a pirate very seriously. He speaks with a pirate accent and prefers the others to call him ‘Captain’. Foxy is the oldest Animutant working at the Mega Pizzaplex, and often reminds the others about it by calling himself ‘an old fart’ or reminding them of the time of ‘his old days’ (he woke up one month before Freddy…).

Foxy is good at fixing things with different mechanics on them, screwdrivers and wrenches are not unfamiliar parts of his hook, which replaces his right hand. Foxy’s left eye has been covered by an eyepatch, but it has caused him to develop a lazy eye. He likes sugary drinks and adventure stories.

Foxy is the only one of the Level 3 Animutants (besides the Daycare Attendants) who has never been part of the main band, but held on to his own side location. However, he is often considered to be part of the main four due to the previous location having the Pirate Cove Stage right next to the Main Stage. Foxy is aromantic and has absolutely no clue about romance.

Foxy gets along somewhat well with everyone else. He is sort of a lone wolf of sorts, he kind of knows everyone and hangs around, but he still holds a somewhat weirdly mysterious aura around him. He and Bonnie bicker with each other constantly, but they do it on good friend terms. Foxy respects Freddy as the leader greatly, and is ready to do everything he’d just ask him to. Sometimes the others don’t get his sarcasm and jokes, but it has never stopped him from continuing to tell them.

Foxy is on somewhat neutral terms with the human staff. He calls them ‘pesky crewmates’ but most likely obeys their rules with a roll of an eye and pirate swearwords muttered under his breath.

Montgomery "Monty" Gator

Occupation: Band’s new bassist, Monty’s Gator Golf Mascot

Level, species: Level 3, Alligator

Approx. Day of awakening: April 2030

Assigned gender, pronouns: Male, he/him

Height: 6’8” or 204cm (no mohawk included)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Personality and relationships:

Monty is confident and strong Animutant who tends to fall into jealousy and be reckless. He doesn’t particularly like following rules and has somewhat of a big ego. He doesn’t really care if he gets himself into trouble, and often lets his inner issues and anger out in bursts of physical violence by breaking things in his room or beating up the lower sentience STAFF mutants. Monty doesn’t like to be told what to do, but wants to be seen as a cool and tough idol. His violent anger issues are caused by his past at El Chip’s.

Most of the time Monty seems quiet and almost cold to those who don’t know him, but he actually has a playful and tender side too, even though he won’t admit it. Monty is multitalented and can play almost any instrument given to him. He was originally only filling in or playing drums in the band occasionally, before he replaced Bonnie as the bass player. He likes working out with dumbbells and enjoys showing off his muscles by wearing tank tops.

Monty seems a bit indifferent towards the other Animutants in the plex at first. He is somewhat jealous of Freddy’s fame and position as the head of the band, and often thinks the bear is too nice and soft to be considered a leader. Monty gets along the best with Bonnie, who is the only one that can handle him. Monty seems to also have a soft spot for Sunrise for some reason. He doesn’t really get along with Moondrop, but the two are civil with each other. Monty and Roxy tend to fight like siblings.

Monty doesn’t really care about the human staff and his handlers/assistant jobs are constantly being re-filled. He is probably the most punished mutant in the plex, but it doesn’t seem to stop him from causing a mess on purpose just to annoy the workers.

Roxanne "Roxy" Wolf

Occupation: Band's keytarist, Roxy Raceway Mascot

Level, species: Level 3, Grey Wolf

Approx. Day of awakening: October 2029

Assigned gender, pronouns: Female, she/her

Height: 6’1” or 186cm (no ears included)

Sexuality: Lesbian

Personality and relationships:

Roxanne is a quirky and brave Animutant. She is often described as beautiful, gorgeous, or sexy by workers and other Animutants, and she loves her appearance or skills getting complimented. She appears to others as tough, self-centred, and sometimes even mean, but deep down she is just very insecure about herself due to her past in El Chip’s. She has a soft, almost parental side to her, but it often gets run over by her competitive nature and self-image problems.

Much like Moondrop, Roxanne doesn’t like talking about her problems to others, only to those really close to her. She loves make-up and her hair is her biggest pride. She likes horror movies and competitive games but gets moody and emotional easily. She doesn’t really get scared and carries the title of the “cool emo mutant” of the group.

Roxanne is Chica’s girlfriend. She gets along just fine with the others, but prefers to hang out with Chica or Freddy, often just fishing compliments from the latter. She doesn’t really get that well along with the Daycare Attendants and tends to think about them as less than the rest because they ‘change diapers’ as their job. Obviously just ignorance on her part but she sees Sunrise as childish and annoying, who takes her too seriously. But she has worked up her relationship with Moondrop to a somewhat good level despite their past issues. Roxy and Monty also bicker back and forth similarly to Bonnie and Foxy.

Roxy treats the human workers like her besties. She talks back at them if they nag at her, and will become over dramatic if she is ever even considered to be punished. She has a collection of phone numbers from multiple human male workers from the plex, even though she doesn’t own a phone.

[nanamin-nah-nanamine]

hi hi hi !! this is for the matchup post ^^

my personality type is INTP, im bisexual, im a virgo, i’m around 5’4 or 5’5, im a little thicker, but most of the weight is around my hips and thighs, i’m quite thinner around my waist, im optimistic most times, i crack jokes a lot and kinda talk a lot when im comfortable around people, im really calm most of the time and i sleep a lot . . i know two languages (English n spanish) and im learning a few others !! i read a lot, i love love love gardening, i also love buying jewelry, (specifically bracelets and rings) and finding different ways to do my makeup !! i kinda have an rbf it’s saur bad 😕 despite coming off standoffish to others, i cry a lot and i tend to be a liiiiiiiiiittle dramatic when im upset or sick 💔💔

I don’t know why but my brain immediately went to one man and one man ONLY😩

I will match you up with with…..🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

Gojo Satoru りょういきてんかい 😩🤞🏾🔵👄🔵

I’m sorry but I gotta say it 🗣️GOJO LIKE EM THICK AND DRAMATIC

I SAID WHAT I SAID👹

ahem, anyways ☺️

I mean this in the nicest way possible but I feel like you and Satoru are two halves of the same dumbass😭

But I also feel like he needs someone calm and to be his peace. He puts up a happy facade a lot of the time especially around his students and other peers. When he gets home at the end of the day it’s you he’s looking forward to seeing.

He’s one of the few true cuddle bugs in the bunch so prepare to have a 6’3”/190cm leech on you at all given times🥰🫶🏾

He loves to talk about how short you are ever if you’re a completely average height😭 he’s the type to put things on the top shelf and watch you struggle to get them.

He’s gonna tease you for your jewelry collecting but he’s the main one funding it so FAWCK him😭

If he sees any seeds or plants while he’s traveling he will legally—and illegally—bring them back to you, so you guys have one very diverse garden.

I feel like he will really enjoy having a bilingual partner, and y’all are gonna have a bilingual ass household. He’s gonna have all the cute language learning books but his lil bitch ass is also good at everything

So he’s definitely going to be fluent in no time🙄

I can not stress enough how much this man is always touching you😭 you would think he was made of Velcro the way he is constantly on you. Like on god if you want personal time you’re gonna have to beat him off with a stick and he’s just gonna dull about it.

The minute he comes into the house infinity is dropped for his mandatory cuddle time😠

Activities together include…

•bakery hopping around Tokyo

•trips to different countries

•lots of cuddles and naps cause of his migraines

[orivaa-kun]

BAD ATTITUDE | Chapter 7: Life's a Beach

ch. 1 | ch. 2 | ch. 3 | ch. 4 | ch. 5 | ch. 6

chapter word count: 7k warnings: mature (18+), violence, drinking, drug use, smut, fluff, angst, feels, rough s*x, emotional manipulation pairings: Gojo Satoru x Fem OC, Geto Suguru x Fem OC, Nanami Kento x Fem OC, Fushiguro Toji x Fem OC series summary: Jujutsu Kaisen Yakuza AU where Riku Ozaki (OC) is really good at getting herself into trouble. Though the Ozaki family is ranked #10 out of the 15 clans of the Tokyo Yakuza syndicate in terms of power & strength; and the Gojo, Geto, and Zenin families fall at #1, #2, and #3 respectively; that doesn't keep her from getting in the mix with these highly ranked, highly dangerous men. Her clan's bodyguard, Nanami, can hardly keep up with all the compromising positions she constantly finds herself in. Will she ever learn her lesson? Find out on the next episode of Dragon Ba-

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“God, I’m starving.” Gojo complains, throwing his head back a bit dramatically. Now at the beach, Gojo and Riku walk the long stretch of boardwalk by the ocean that’s lined with small shacks, beachwear shops, food stands, arcades, and even an outdoor theme park.

Other than the coffee shop they’d just left half an hour ago, Riku thinks the boardwalk is the most normal place she’s been to with Gojo. The walkway is crowded with locals and tourists navigating through all its attractions and the white haired man holds her close by her hand that’s clasped in his. Gojo hadn’t let her hand go since he’d asked to hold it when they were in the car, and Riku feels her cheeks tinge red at the mere thought, “Even after those donuts? The ones you didn’t even let me try?” She adds, undeniably a bit disappointed as the man had raved about them back at the shop.

Gojo sighs, “Sorry, babe,” he leans close to her ear, “I promise I’ll give you something sweeter.”

The lowly whispered words cause Riku to jolt upright a little more, and her cheeks redden even further. She feels a few eyes on the two of them as they pass through the crowded boardwalk, “Are you even capable of being sweet to me, you know…” she trails off, a bit embarrassed; she says the last part just above a whisper, “in bed? You don’t seem like the type at all.”

Gojo speaks just as low, eyes focused on navigating the boardwalk as he speaks but a smirk on his face, “Princess, if I fucked you nice and sweet like that, you’d lose your fucking mind. Trust me, Suguru ain’t got shit on me.”

Riku hums to herself in response to Gojo’s words, amused.

Gojo turns to look over at Riku, smirk growing into a grin, “What? You in the mood to get the sense fucked outta you or something?”

“No!” Riku protests, raising her voice from a whisper.

Gojo laughs, unbelieving, “If you say so…” he squeezes her hand, “come on, babe. We’re here.”

Riku looks up at the small shack of a restaurant that looks terribly run down, the sign ‘IWAI’S’ crookedly plastered above the door on a big wooden slab, “This is the place…?” She quirks a brow as Gojo pulls her closer.

“Mhm.” He raises Riku’s hand with his own to his lips, offering the back of it a quick peck before letting it go and opening the door for her, that chirps loudly with the numerous wind chimes attached to its front.

Riku steps in and is surprised by the dark, quaint, yet clean and izakaya-style ambiance of the small restaurant as it’s completely different from its exterior. The place seems to be completely empty, but a man suddenly appears from what looks to be the kitchen in a rugged black apron and a white bandana tied around the top of his head. He has a small goatee and is around the same height and build as Gojo – around 190cm or 6’3” – only seemingly a few years older and a bit leaner and thinner.

“Satoru! Hey, man!” He strides around the bar to greet his friend, but pauses when he sees Riku, eyes widening, “Shit, who the hell do we have here?” He smirks as he shamelessly looks Riku up and down in her beachwear.

Gojo possessively slips his thick arm around Riku, removes his sunglasses, and gestures between the two others with his free hand, “Iwai, Riku. Riku, meet Iwai.” He puts his spectacles in his pocket.

“Hi, Iwai.” Riku extends her hand, a faint smile on her lips.

Iwai lightly grasps and shakes it slowly, admiring Riku with alluring, half-lidded eyes, “Hi, Riku. You’re absolutely gorgeous… like a fucking painting.”

Riku’s smile brightens, “Thank you.”

He shakes his head to himself in disbelief, “Might just be the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

“Alright, that’s enough, Iwai.” Gojo says, tone nonchalant but irritation more than evident in his eyes. His arm unconsciously tightens around Riku.

“What? She yours or something?” Iwai questions.

“Y—”

“Nope! I don’t belong to anybody.” Riku confidently interrupts before Gojo can finish.

Gojo clicks his tongue against the back of his teeth once to Riku’s words, irritation spreading to his brows, “A real fucking brat, this one…” He drops his arm from around her to cross both of them over his chest, “She’s Jin Ozaki’s niece.

Iwai guffaws to Gojo and Riku’s interaction, “She’s yakuza, and she has the guts to stand up to you?!” His eyes shift back down to Riku with adoration, “I think I’m in love.”

Gojo sighs, “Iwai, just let us taste the damn club’s new pairing menu. I got shit to do.”

“Alright, alright,” Iwai raises his arms in protest, “right this way,” he turns, gesturing towards and beginning to walk over to one of the small tables in the corner of the room. Gojo and Riku ease down onto the small stools, Riku removes her crossbody bag, and Iwai looks to Riku again but this time a lot more collected, “If you’re Ozaki, I’m assuming you have a more refined palate and appreciation for culinary artistry? Unlike this sugar-addicted asshole?”

“You’d be correct.” Riku giggles lightly.

“Fuck you, Iwai. Sweet stuff just tastes better and everybody knows it.”

“Sure, boss.” Iwai dismisses Gojo’s words with disbelief, “I’ll get you two some water and bring out the first course in a bit.” Iwai begins to walk back towards the bar.

Gojo huffs a frustrated laugh out, shaking his head at Riku, “What’s that now, strike two?”

“Strike two?” Riku asks curiously.

“First you’re smart with me back at the café, now this?” Gojo nudges Riku’s leg beneath the table with his knee, “You must like getting punished or something.” He murmurs the words deliciously low, eyes dark and a sick smirk on his lips.

“Whatever, Satoru. You’re not gonna do shit anyways.” Riku brushes Gojo’s words off, instead moving her gaze to look around at the small izakaya’s decor.

Gojo’s eyes widen and his mouth falls slightly agape with a short laugh, genuinely surprised by Riku’s backtalk, “Oh? You wanna test that theory? Try me, babe.”

“You wouldn’t do that in public, not in the middle of a restaurant like this. Even if it is empty.” Riku says in disbelief, still avoiding Gojo’s eyes.

“Ri, I’ll bend you over this table right now.”

“No you wo—” Riku starts when Gojo suddenly grabs her arm and yanks it forward, causing her chest to fall and completely press against the flat of the wooden table. Gojo even begins to stand, but Riku protests, her entire face burning bright red, “W-wait! I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Satoru!”

“Yeah you are.” Gojo, face completely calm and satisfied with Riku’s reaction, releases her arm and sits back down, “That’s better.”

Riku quickly raises her chest up off the table and readjusts her coverup dress.

Iwai looks curiously between Riku and Gojo when he returns with their waters, especially to Riku who looks down at the table and toys with one of the curls at the back of her head, cheeks flushed and an embarrassed expression on her face, “Uh, here’s the water… First appetizer is in the works. You drinking today, Gojo?”

“Nah. This one’s the real sake connoisseur.” Gojo gestures to Riku.

“Really? Good; now I can get a real opinion on these bottles.” Iwai chuckles, already walking back towards the kitchen.

*

After seven courses of intricately crafted small plates and their seven uniquely paired servings of rare sake, though not drunk, Riku is far past buzzed and quite tipsy. She giggles to herself at nothing in particular, her cheeks and neck tinged pink with warmth.

“What’s so funny?” Gojo quirks a brow at Riku from across the table. As he hadn’t had anything to drink, he eyes Riku suspiciously.

“Nothing! Just feel nice.” Riku smiles warmly, closing her eyes for a bit to enjoy the weightless feeling in her body.

“Is that so?” Gojo studies Riku’s body with his eyes, slowly taking in each bit of her that’s visible him – the flushed cheeks, neck, chest… he huffs a chuckle at the woman who’s clearly enjoying herself, “Well, glad one of us is having fun.”

“Come on; hasn’t trying the food been fun, too?” Riku opens her eyes and challenges playfully.

“Yeah, but clearly not as much fun as you’re having.” He crosses his thick arms across his chest.

Riku blinks up at Gojo, simply getting lost in his cerulean eyes for a moment. He’s so handsome. She thinks to herself. Riku can’t help but appreciate the perfectly chiseled face, broad shoulders, and toned chest that’s even visible with his button up, short-sleeve beach shirt on. Riku shifts her leg under the table so that it gently nudges and hooks around one of Gojo’s. She slowly moves it up and down, rubbing his leg with her own, “You wanna feel good, too?” She boldly asks, batting her eyes at the white haired man flirtatiously.

Gojo’s brows lift with surprise at Riku’s boldness and opens his mouth to speak, but just then, Iwai returns to their table with a tray that holds two small dishes and a single serving of sake.

“Alright,” Iwai sets the dishes down on the table, “last one. We got anmitsu—an assortment of mochi, red bean, and chestnut flavored jelly cubes topped with matcha ice cream. And for you, Riku,” he sets down the small sake glass, “we have a sweet plum wine to go with. It’s a 3-year aged Asahi Shuzo Dassai umeshu.”

“This looks so good! Everything’s been so delicious, Iwai.”

“Thanks, beautiful,” Iwai smirks brightly, “glad you liked the pairings.”

Riku dramatically drops her chin into her hands, propped up by her elbows on the table, “I wish I could eat delicious food like this every day…” She sighs, pouting ever so slightly.

“Riku, gorgeous as you are—if you were mine, I’d get up at the ass-crack of dawn to make you whatever you want.” His smirk grows, gaze heavy with infatuation as he looks down at Riku.

Riku giggles, “Aw, that’s so sweet.”

Already digging into his dessert, Gojo loudly clears his throat, clearly irritated by Riku and Iwai’s exchange.

“Let me know if you need anything else; more water, some coffee, whatever. I make a damn good matcha caramel macchiato, you know.”

“Ooo… that sounds good!” Riku says excitedly.

“We’re good,” Gojo checks his watch, “we gotta get going to the gym soon, anyways.”

“Aw…” Riku complains, a small frown on her face.

“I can make it to-go.” Iwai suggests.

“Yay! Thanks, Iwai.” Riku’s excitement returns as quickly as it had left. She picks up the small spoon on her plate and scoops up some of the mochi and ice cream before taking a bite. She immediately hums to the perfect balance of light, sweet flavors, “Mm… this is absolutely perfect. So delicious!”

“Try it with a sip of the umeshu.” Iwai notes, already heading back towards the kitchen.

Riku takes a sip from the small sake glass, eyes lighting up as the sweet flavored notes of the liquid hits her tongue, “Oh, this is good… You might like this, actually.” Riku suggests, glancing over to Gojo.

“Let me try.”

Riku passes the small glass to Gojo, who takes a slow sip. He pauses after tasting the umeshu, and then his eyes widen similarly to Riku’s, “Wow, that is pretty good—for alcohol.”

Riku shakes her head to Gojo’s response, “It’s amazing.” She clarifies, “Just because there aren't 10 spoonfuls of sugar in it, doesn’t mean it isn’t good.” She continues to take tiny bites of her dessert.

Already nearly finished with his own dessert, Gojo watches Riku as she eats, shaking his head to himself, “Also, that’s strike three, babe.”

Riku gasps, jaw dropping in surprise as she placed her spoon back down on her plate, “But I didn’t even do anything!”

“Flirting with Iwai, right in front of me?” Gojo quirks a brow at Riku.

“Oh my god, I wasn’t even flirting.” Riku rolls her eyes, dramatically sighing the words.

“Ri, you look at any average guy with that puppy dog eyes and pout combination and he’s falling for you. Without a doubt.”

“Okay, but that’s not my fault, though.” Riku takes the sake glass back from Gojo, downing the rest of the liquid in the glass like a shot.

“You know exactly what you’re doing.” Gojo says flatly, “You’re not as slick as you think you are, Ri.” His smirk grows into a grin when he’s suddenly struck with an idea. He stands to his feet, quickly grabbing Riku by her arm and pulling her up out of her seat and towards a narrow hall on the other side of the restaurant.

“Hey…! What are you doing?!” Riku protests head swimming a bit to the combination of the alcohol in her system and the sudden movement.

“Teaching you a lesson.” Gojo says sinfully low as they approach the door to the private bathroom in the back of the izakaya. He opens it and pushes Riku in so that she collies with the sink, then closes and locks the door behind them.

“Ow!” Riku complains, rubbing her hip that had hit the corner of the sink. Though it’s quaint and clean, the bathroom – made mostly of black stone and accented with polished wood – is just as narrow as the hallway and both Gojo and Riku hardly fit in it, “That hurt, asshole! Agh—”

Riku exclaims a short gasp when Gojo suddenly closes the space between them and simultaneously hoists her up on the edge of the sink while pushing up the netted fabric of her coverup dress. Gojo wastes no time in joining their lips, pulling Riku’s knees apart so he’s pressed flush against her body. He kisses her harsh and quickly forces his tongue in between her lips to dance with hers.

Riku moans into Gojo’s mouth when he rubs his hands up the sides of her hips and around her waist, thumbs massaging into the barely clothed skin there. Gojo moves his lips to Riku’s neck and his large, kneading hands to her breasts and she whimpers, heat already beginning to pool between her legs from Gojo’s touch. Riku’s skin already feels warm from all the sake she’d drank, and her pulse only beats hotter and more thickly in her neck when Gojo licks and sucks red marks into it. Gojo’s hands are rough with her, and Riku appreciates how the man doesn’t hold back. She giggles a bit, “This is punishment?”

Gojo releases his hold on one of Riku’s breasts to reach up and yank her head back with a quick, sharp tug of her hair—backing her up just enough so she can see his cold, hard gaze. It’s a look so emotionless that it honestly sends a shiver down Riku’s spine. It’s broken when Gojo suddenly chuckles, however, lips curving up into a grin at the sight of Riku beneath him, sitting on the edge of the sink with a flustered expression on her face, “Hm. So now you want to be touched? That’s funny…” He leans closer to Riku to suck her earlobe between his lips, gently tugging on it before lewdly licking inside the rim of her ear.

Riku twitches and moans to the feel of Gojo’s breath and tongue on her ear, legs shaking for a second as she feels herself grow wetter beneath her bikini.

Gojo abruptly releases her completely and steps back as much as he can in the small bathroom, which causes Riku to blink dazedly at him at the sudden lack of touch. He pushes his hands into his pockets, face and voice both completely calm and collected as he speaks his next words, “You’ve been pushing and pulling me all day, babe. So, tell me, what do you really want, Ricchan?”

“I…” Riku trails off, thinking to herself before replying with the only current thought in her head, “want you.”

Gojo folds his arms over his chest and shakes his head once, unimpressed, “Too vague. Try again.”

Riku's cheeks redden even more under his focused gaze, “I want you to fuck me…” She says low, just above a whisper and voice shaking with embarrassment.

“What was that?” Gojo turns his head to poke his ear in Riku’s direction, only pretending he can’t hear her, “I couldn’t catch it. Speak up.”

Riku grumbles impatiently and out of embarrassment, a fire behind her eyes, “I said I want your dick inside of me, okay?!” Her face is completely red now, and Gojo laughs at the sight.

“You look like a tomato!” He guffaws childishly, jabbing his index finger towards her.

“Shut up…!”

Gojo reaches in his back pocket, retrieving a condom from it, “But I guess it’s better. I’ll give you what you want, Ricchan, but I won’t be nice and hold back—even if you ask me to…” He unbuttons his shorts and tugs them and his boxers down just below his hips, causing his dick to spring up and to attention. He tears the foil package open.

Riku’s eyes widen at Gojo’s size, still in disbelief of how that had been inside of her last night.

“…can you take it?” Gojo asks, rolling the condom onto his dick.

Riku bites her lip to the sight of Gojo’s movements, nodding with a lewd gaze. She feels her breaths begin to deepen in heated anticipation and spreads her legs a little more, using one of her hands to pull her bikini to one side and tease herself with her fingers.

Gojo’s eyes dart down to between Riku’s legs, and he watches as she plays with herself, on display just for him. He glances back up to her eyes, and closes the gap between them, hand reaching up to harshly grab and squeeze the sides of her neck with his thumb and index. Gojo is at Riku’s ear again, muttering his wanton words into it between wet kisses and sucks to her earlobe, “You slut. You only want affection when it’s like this… don’t you?”

“Yes…” Riku strains out in a whine, practically aching between her legs for him to fill her up with his cock, “I need it so bad, Satoru.” She feels just the right amount of lightheaded with Gojo’s hand locked around her neck and is so turned on she doesn’t really care about how ridiculous she sounds at the moment.

Gojo presses his forehead against Riku’s with a wild grin, “Shit, babe, you might just be as fucking sick and twisted as me…” He teases the tip of his dick at her entrance and rubs it over her wet folds, “But you just had this last night, no? You already want me again, Ricchan?” He coos the question salaciously.

“Please!” She whimpers, rolling her hips forward and closer to Gojo’s so that his dick prods harder against her pussy.

“You asked for it.” And with the end of his words, Gojo savagely thrusts all the way into Riku’s cunt with a single, hard jut of his hips, his free hand grasping and holding hers down in place on the edge of the sink so she can’t get away from him… so she has to take every inch of his cock.

“S-Sator—” Riku nearly screams from the pain of Gojo entering her so harshly but is cut off when the hand on her throat swiftly moves to clasp over her mouth.

“Oh, shut the fuck up, you horny slut.” Gojo spits coldly, his expression mildly irritated to all the noise Riku was making, but simultaneously more than visibly turned on from her moans. He doesn’t waste any time and thrusts into her over and over, hard and fast. The sink even bumps loudly against the wall at the force of his aggressive movements. Gojo looks Riku directly in her eyes as he muffles her moans with his hand pressed tightly over her mouth, fucking her hard and unceasingly, “You were just flirting with Iwai minutes ago; you really want him to hear you getting fucked in the back of his restaurant?”

Riku’s long nails dig into the skin of Gojo’s lower hips and she shudders to the intense sensations he gives her with each dastard pump of his dick, eyes rolling back into her head for a moment as a strong jolt of pleasure abruptly courses through her body without warning. All of a sudden, she’s squeezing and pulsing tight around Gojo’s cock, and a long, muffled moan is falling from her lips.

Gojo pauses in his thrusting at the feel of Riku tightly gripping his dick in rhythmic waves, “Did you just cum?” A smirk slowly takes over his previously icy expression.

Riku doesn’t realize it until after it’s already over and she’s coming down from her high. She’s never been fucked hard like this before and didn’t think it was possible for her to climax so quick. Gojo releases Riku’s lips and she simply blinks and pants heavily, half-dazed and half-tired from orgasming so intensely.

“Shit, Ri, you like pain that much?” Gojo laughs at her, “I mean, fuck, what was that? One minute?”

“Don’t laugh at me…!” Riku’s not sure if it’s the sheer embarrassment, the pain from Gojo’s thrusting, her vulnerability from just having orgasmed, or a mixture of all three, but tears well up at the corners of her eyes.

“I told you, that crying shit won’t work on me. And I’m not finished with you.” Gojo says before slamming back into Riku with a rough buck of his hips.

Riku bites her bottom lip to prevent herself from crying out.

“Why don’t you do some work for once?” Gojo grabs under Riku’s knees to pull her legs up and around his waist, “Put your arms around my neck. You can hold your weight can’t you?”

When Riku follows Gojo’s directions he stands upright and her body is lifted above the sink. She clings to Gojo to hold herself up, now more readily breathing in the citrus, musk, and vanilla notes of his scent at their proximity.

“The fuck are you waiting for?” Gojo harshly slaps the flat of his hand under the curve of Riku’s ass and she clenches on his dick in response, a quick moan spilling from her lips, “Move.” He commands.

Arms locked around Gojo’s neck for purchase, Riku moves her ass up and down at a steady rhythm. Though the position doesn’t allow for much movement, she continues like this for a few minutes and tries to please Gojo in her messy, dazed state, whispered moans and whimpers fleeing her mouth each time Gojo’s dick hits her spot just right.

“You can do better than that, Ri…” Gojo severely slaps both of his hands on Riku’s ass cheeks over and over, sure to leave marks on the now reddened skin there as she continues to throw her hips back and forth on his dick. Face now buried in his shoulder, Riku softly cries out into Gojo’s shirt as he batters her ass with hits, head beginning to melt at her own arousal from this situation.

Gojo’s touch throughout the day – his hands rubbing on her back, around her waist, even his fingers flirting with her breasts –  had slowly affected Riku, little by little, and now she was so desperate for for the man that she was fucking him in the back of a restaurant. It was honestly embarrassing to think about the complete mess he’d made out of her body. On top of this, Riku had never been pushed so harshly during sex before, and neither had the line between her pain and pleasure. Gojo had been cruel in his treatment and fucking of Riku, and as she was the type of girl who was used to men treating her like a princess all the time, his brutish punishment of her like this only drove her crazier.

Riku moves her arms down so that her hands are on Gojo’s shoulders. She uses them like a pull up bar, pulling her weight up and down so that she moves more significantly on and off of his dick with each jerk of her hips. She throws her head back up to get a look at Gojo, her own cheeks reddened and eyes hazy with pleasure. Though she could hold her weight, even her arms were quickly growing sore and tired from holding moving herself up and down on Gojo in this way.

“That’s better. See, Ricchan? You can fuck yourself on my dick just fine.”

“Fuck…” Riku whispers the word, enjoying the feel of Gojo’s dick pushing into her over and over again at the command of her hips and her own set pace. It doesn’t take long for her to slow down from the tiredness and soreness in her arms, though, and she eventually comes to a still.

“Hm, well that was short-lived.” Gojo notes, almost too plainly.

“I’m sorry…! Please, Satoru… please fuck me!” Riku begs, arms shaking. Gojo can see that Riku is honest in her words from her timid body language—that’s much different from her usual dismissive yet playful and hot-headed attitude. It only takes a moment of looking into her eyes for him to tell that he’s pushed her a lot physically, and that she’s barely holding on (pun intended).

Gojo finally wraps his arms around Riku’s back with a sigh, breaking his mean streak and easily taking her weight into his hands, “You did well, babe. Way better than most could.” He praises, kissing her temple with a small peck before walking them over to and pinning her against the wooden door of the bathroom, “Let me take it from here.”

Gojo suddenly thrusts into Riku hard and fast, nailing her into the wood with one hand on her hip and the other on her mouth again. The door bangs loudly in its frame at Gojo’s brutish movements but he doesn’t let up, looking Riku in the eyes as she comes undone with pleasure. Her muffled moans gradually grow louder into choked groans, her breathing becoming more and more irregular with each strong buck of his hips. Riku grips Gojo’s broad shoulders tightly, legs gently shaking around his waist at the heavy pleasure that focuses in her abdomen and pushes its way up her spine. She looks at Gojo with wide eyes, and he immediately understands, “I know, babe; I’m close, too…” He softly grunts the words and rests his head in the slope of Riku’s neck.

Riku’s body jerks and twitches with the intensity of her climax and she lets loose a muffled cry into Gojo’s palm. His breath grows ragged when Riku clenches on him and his hips slam into hers one last time as he cums, “Ah, fuck, Riku…” Gojo curses, keeping her pinned against the door with one arm while the other moves from her mouth to cup her cheek. Gojo presses his lips to Riku’s passionately yet tiredly, offering her a few lewd, open-mouthed kisses before finally breaking away and pulling out of her.

Gojo slowly releases and eases Riku back down onto her feet, “You good?” He brushes a few stray curls from her face and rubs his thumbs over her flushed cheeks, “Was I too mean to you?” He smirks.

Riku winces a bit to the soreness between her legs, on her ass, and in her arms when she stands on her own, using Gojo’s arm to stable herself when she stumbles a bit. He instinctively catches her wrist in his hand when she does but she quickly regains her balance, “Yeah, you were, but I can take it… and I had fun.” Riku smiles soft yet honestly at Gojo, starting to readjust her bikini and smooth out her coverup dress.

“You did?” Gojo leans over and close to Riku’s face, pressing a light peck to her lips.

“Mhm.”

He pecks her lips again, “You gonna be a good girl f’me the rest of the day?”

Riku nods, smiling sweet and submissively up at Gojo, “Yes.”

“Good.” Gojo pecks her lips one last time before straightening back up and beginning to remove and discard his condom, “Another day of fucking the brat outta you, hm?” Gojo chuckles, “You need to use the bathroom, babe?” He pulls and buttons his shorts back up, then quickly washes his hands.

“Yeah, I should.” Riku pushes a curl behind her ear shyly, trading places with Gojo in the bathroom so she’s no longer at the door.

“Take your time. I’ll wait for you outside with your coffee, alright?” Gojo winks at her, unlocking the door and opening it slowly.

Riku nods quietly and Gojo makes his exit, closing the door behind him.

Of course, just then, Iwai turns the corner in the hallway and his eyes widen when he sees Gojo closing the door. His look of surprise suddenly turns into a knowing smirk and he laughs, “Seriously? And here I was thinking the dishwasher was acting up again…” He shakes his head and crosses his arms, “Riku still in there?”

“Yeah, she’s freshening up.” Gojo grins.

Iwai chuckles, “Jesus Christ. Well, I got her macchiato out front.” Iwai waves Gojo along already heading back towards the restaurant’s main space.

Gojo follows along until they reach the bar that has a small coffee cup with a lid and sleeve on it. He sits down on one of the stools with a small sigh.

Iwai moves behind the counter, wiping the surface of it down with a wet rag, “Now, where’d you find a girl like her?” He asks, genuinely curious.

Gojo looks up into space for a second, thinking before he meets Iwai’s eyes again, “She’d tell you that we met at the gala a few nights ago, but really, I met her years ago when we were kids. Don’t think she remembers that, though.”

“Interesting… So she got a sister or anything?” Iwai quirks a brow.

Gojo cackles, “A cousin, but that’s it. And if she’s anything like Riku, I wouldn’t touch her.” Gojo advises, folding his hands on the bar top with a small smirk on his lips.

“Why’s that? Tryna hog all the hotties for yourself?” Iwai retrieves a clean class from behind the bar and fills it with water using the soda tap.

“It’s not that. She’s just a little bit… troublesome. Maybe a lot bit.” Gojo admits, cocking his head to one side.

“You say that when you’re going out with her right now.” Iwai lifts his pointer from his cup, raising the glass as he speaks before taking a long sip from it.

“Yeah, but I can handle it. Can you?” Gojo asks, challengingly.

“What kind of trouble are we talkin’?” Iwai asks before taking another sip of water.

“Kicking Toji in the balls kind of trouble.”

Iwai spits his water out but off towards the floor of the bar, then coughs and clears his throat, eyes wide with surprise, “Shit…”

Gojo lets loose a loud laugh to Iwai’s reaction.

“Yeah, I don’t want Toji problems, even as pretty as she is. Really the only person who can handle Toji problems is… well, you. Maybe Suguru, too.”

“And there it is.” Gojo concludes, and both of their heads turn when they hear Riku approaching.

She secures her small crossbody bag over her shoulder as she walks towards them and stops at the edge of the bar to pick up the small coffee cup, clearly ignorant to their prior conversation, “This for me?”

“Sure is.” Iwai confirms with a nod.

Riku takes a sip, “Oh my god… What the hell?!” She takes another one, “This is insanely good!” Her expression looks frustrated, but she continues to take small sips of the matcha caramel macchiato.

Iwai laughs, “That's some review. Thanks, Riku. You mind if I send Gojo a survey for you to fill out about the pairings?”

Riku shakes her head, “Not at all. I’d be happy to fill it out.” She smiles, moving towards Gojo’s side, “Thanks for the good food and drinks!” Riku beams with a certain glow about her.

“Anytime. Seriously, if I’m not at the club, I’m here—if you ever want a bite.” Iwai offers, "And, we typically open around…” he checks his watch, “now, actually.”

“Well, I can’t pass up an offer like that.” Riku muses, smile turning into a playful smirk, “Maybe I’ll bring some friends, too. Thank you.”

Gojo rises from the stool and to his feet, slipping his hand down to grasp and interlock his fingers with Riku’s free one, “You ready, babe?” He looks at her in a way that’s telling to their physical and growing emotional connection: direct and unashamedly with a touch of infatuation.

“Mhm.” Riku mirrors Gojo’s gaze, not breaking from it until the other turns to say goodbye to Iwai.

“Alright. Thanks, Iwai. See you at the club later.” Gojo waves his hand at the other with the one that doesn’t hold Riku’s.

“See you, Satoru.”

“Bye, Iwai!” Riku raises her coffee towards the man as her and Gojo head towards the door, lifting a few of her fingers from the cup to wave goodbye.

“Bye Riku. Please bring your friends.”

Riku giggles, “Sure thing.”

Gojo holds the door for Riku and she slips through, the bright light of the early afternoon straining her eyes for a moment. When they adjust, she notices the long line that’s already started to wrap around Iwai’s restaurant.

Riku hums in realization, “I thought it was weird a spot with food as good as that wasn’t filled to the brim… No wonder, it wasn’t open yet.”

“Yep.” Gojo pops the ‘p,’ eyes scanning the boardwalk that’s now even more full with beach goers. He retrieves his sunglasses from his pocket and puts them back on. Riku immediately feels eyes on them when they exit the izakaya, but Gojo doesn’t seem phased by it. He looks used to it, if anything. Do they really stand out so much?

“This way.” Gojo begins to walk them towards the right, gently squeezing Riku’s hand before doing so, “You wanna take the boardwalk way, or walk by the ocean?”

Riku looks around at the unmistakable hundreds if not thousands of people that crowd the long stretch of boardwalk that at least stretches for half a mile, “Um… beach, please.”

“You got it, princess.” Gojo navigates through the crowd with Riku at his side until they reach a beach entrance.

Riku downs the rest of her coffee as they approach the sand and dumps the cup in a nearby trash can, beginning to dig in her bag for her sun shades. She finally finds and slips them on, “You need sunscreen?” She suggests, pulling out and brandishing a small spray bottle from her purse.

“Nah, I’m good babe. Put some on this morning. But thanks.” Gojo doesn’t look at Riku but continues to walk them through the groups of people set up on the beach sand, keeping his hand locked with hers as they navigate through the uneven, sliding slopes of sand in their flip flops.

“Okay, but you should reapply, you know.” Riku says, putting her sunscreen back into her back before zipping it up again, “I did back at the restaurant.”

“That how you keep your skin so soft?” Gojo asks, finally glancing at Riku once they reach the bit of hard sand just before the ocean waves. It’s far less crowded than the beach and boardwalk, and Riku is glad she chose this route. They begin to walk along the stretch of wet sand.

“That’s part of it,” Riku notes, “you have pretty nice skin, too, you know.”

Gojo laughs once, “Don’t think anyone’s ever told me that before. Not with all these scars.” He shrugs his shoulders and lifts his free hand, vaguely gesturing to the faint lines that litter his arms.

Riku glances down, using her hand that’s interlocked with Gojo’s to lift his hand closer to her face. She examines one of the more noticeable, long scars on Gojo’s forearm, running the pads of her fingers up the line of it and the thick veins just underneath until she reaches the bulky, toned muscle of his bicep. Even with the scars, his skin is taught and smooth to the touch, “They’ve healed really well, though.”

Gojo glances down, watching Riku inspect him with a faint smile on his lips, “Thanks, Ricchan.” He pauses, “You know, princess, you’d make a really good girl if you weren’t a crazy troublemaker raised by yakuza.”

Riku wants to be upset, but is too exhausted to have an angry bone in her body and can’t help but burst into laughter to Gojo’s words—they were kind of true, after all.

Gojo joins instantaneously, bending at the waist a bit from the good chuckle his own words had given him.

Riku pulls her hand out of Gojo’s hold, pushing his shoulder with as much strength as she can muster, “You’re an asshole.”

To Riku’s surprise, Gojo doesn’t move much from her push and simply laughs as if it was a light pat, “Uh-huh,” he grabs her arm, pulling her into his side and locking their hands once more. He bends close to her ear so only she can hear his next words, “but you like it when I’m mean to you.”

Riku lazily shoulder checks the man, but keeps her hand in his, “Shut up.” She blushes, looking off towards the water.

Gojo’s hums a small chuckle, “You don’t have to hide, babe… you can say that you like it.” His smirk turns into an alluring one and he speaks lowly, “You’re so fucking cute.” Gojo gently ruffles Riku’s hair then kisses her temple.

“People done say shit like that out loud!” Riku whisper-yells, cheeks still bright red.

“They should.” Gojo says simply, “I’d personally like to see the look on your face while saying how much you like what I do to you.” Aside from their combined presence alone, the end of Gojo’s words garner a few eyes from a few people passing by them on the beach.

“Shh!” Riku uses her hand in Gojo’s to yank his arm down.

The man only cackles in response.

“How long is it to the gym, anyways?” Riku changes the subject, frustratingly rubbing the side of her forehead. Why does he only ever want to talk about horny shit like this?

“Just fifteen minutes, give or take.” Gojo looks down the stretch of beach.

“The gym’s on the beach?”

“Basically. It’s on the other end of the boardwalk.” He clarifies.

“Oh.” Riku bites her lip when there’s a long pause in their conversation. She looks up at Gojo, who looks like he has his eyes focused on something in the distance, or is thinking about something. She decides to break the silence, “How long have you been doing martial arts?”

Gojo glances over to Riku, “Since I was 3.”

Riku’s eyes widen, “Wow, isn’t that a bit early?”

“Not for the Gojo clan, it isn’t. It’s pretty standard practice, and it’s part of the reason our family is ranked where it is.”

“Yeah, but that must’ve been rough…” Riku searches Gojo’s face for any telling emotions, but there aren’t any; he seems completely at ease about his upbringing. She brushes her hand over Gojo’s faintly scarred arm, “Are any of these from when you were a kid?”

“No,” Gojo cocks his chin upwards, and Riku immediately spots a small, white scar just beneath his jaw, “but this is.”

“Ouch,” Riku instinctively reaches up with her free hand to rub her fingers over it, “What happened?”

Gojo lowers his head back down, “I was 11, so a bit older, but there was this little girl in trouble, so I took down a bunch of muscle from a foreign syndicate that was attacking her family.”

“Aww, so you were a hero.”

Gojo shakes his head, then meets Riku’s gaze again, a curiously knowing look in his eyes, “Not quite. Both of us almost died in the process. There was a bad fire, too.”

Riku suddenly sees a flash of white, but it’s not the beach sand… It feels like she’s recalling something. It flashes again and a sharp pain tears through her head. This time the white of a flame? No, white hair…? Riku stops in her tracks, immediately pulling out of Gojo’s grasp to clasp her hands over the sides of her head. She winces, “Ah…!”

“Ri, are you okay?” Gojo turns and holds Riku’s shoulders, noticeably concerned.

Riku continues to wince with her eyes closed and holds her own face.

“Riku, are you alright?” Gojo squeezes Riku’s shoulders tighter.

Riku only hears Gojo this second time, when the flash of white fades from her vision, “Mm, yeah…” she sighs when the sharp pain in her head quickly fades into nothing, “I’m good. Sorry, that hasn’t happened in years… Like, since I was a teenager.” She drops her hands from her face, confused to why she’d had a headache now of all times.

“You sure you good?” Gojo bends close to Riku to cup and hold her head in his hands, “You need me to carry you to the gym, princess?” The concern on his face turns into a smirk.

“God, no. Please don’t do that.” Riku shakes her head furiously.

“Well, always here if you change your mind, babe.” Gojo rejoins his hand with Riku’s, giving it a small squeeze.

“Thanks, Satoru.” Riku says softly, mostly looking in the distance as they begin to walk again.

Gojo fake-gasps, “Did I just hear a thank you? From the brat herself?? I can’t believe it!”

Riku pokes Gojo’s bicep with the point of her nail, narrowing her eyes at him, “Hey, don’t push it. You’ll never hear one again if you act that way.”

Gojo quickly reaches back to slap Riku’s rear, and looks down at her in feigned confusion, pretending he hadn’t just heard her words, “What was that?”

 Riku jumps with a yelp, mostly from the preexisting soreness on her ass, “Agh…! What the fu—” she cuts herself off when she notes the unmoving, stern look on Gojo’s face, just centimeters from hers. It’s the kind of look that says, ‘Didn’t you just say you’d be a good girl for the rest of the day?’ Riku sighs, not wanting to fight Gojo’s dominant inclinations over this, “Never mind…”

“That’s what I thought.”

Riku grumbles under her breath, sure that she would have blown a fuse if it weren't for the people on the beach around them—and if it wasn't Gojo. She couldn't deny the sick part of herself that liked the other being in control. Was this how things were always going to be between us? Laughing and kissing one moment, and pissed at each other the very next?

[eefy387]

I do a little rp here and there and I check out memes, I own the following ocs.

General rules for my characters.

1. No minors, all characters are above 18 and so is the admin, this is mainly down to preference.

2. Just the usual respect, be a nice person.

3. No nsfw asks, suggestive is fine but don’t go beyond that.

4. Ships with my characters are noncanon but yes ships are fine.

@ethan387

Age: 19

Height:182cm/6’0 ft

Pronouns: he/him

@robyn387

Age: 20

Height: 175cm/5’9 ft

Pronouns: she/her

@belle387

Age: 19

Height: 161cm/5’3 ft

Pronouns: she/her

@sapphire387

Age: 21

Height: 170cm/5’6 ft

Pronouns: she/her

@kenny-387

Age: 19

Height: 200cm/6’6 ft

Pronouns: he/him

@aash387

Age: 19

Height: 166 cm/5’5 ft

Pronouns: he/him

@yuri387

Age: 20

Height: 207cm/6’8 ft

Pronouns: she/her

@alanah387

Age: 20

Height: 190cm/6’3 ft

Pronouns: she/her

@sally387

Age: 22

Height: 170cm/5’7 ft

Pronouns: she/her

You can ask me for details about them, or ask them directly if you want.

@blake387

Age: 22

Pronouns: any (depends on the form)

Height: 178cm/5’10 ft

@emerald-cross387

I’m a bit new to this.

[atlaravianlegends]

Brayden (Reference Sheet 2024)

Brayden Marcoah Birthdate: Oct/23/1985 Male (He/Him) Heterosexual Soul Trait: Bravery Species: Human (Demigod)

Married to Vanessa Noelle Father to Maggie Noelle (adopted) Son-in-law to Linda Noelle Friend to Star Shard, Sky Feather, Sam, Obsidian Igneous, Malachi Edwards

-6’3” tall (190cm) -Thick eyebrows -Longer beard at chin and edge of jaw -Glove straps are symmetrical -Gloves optional -Diamond shape on side of shirt -Muscled

Newly turned Demigod, and husband to the crown princess of a galactic nation, and will one day rule beside her. Very upbeat and chipper, known for his one-liners and sense of humor. He’s very confident but super chill about it, and unless it comes to a deliberate competition, he strays away from any showing-off and lets other people handle the spotlight. It’s difficult to see him offended as he takes everything in stride, however because of that, if he’s ever angry, you know you’ve crossed a line. Absolute history nerd and strives to fulfill the Cool Uncle(™) role to anyone, including those who may be older than him. Because of this he can come off as a try-hard, but he plays it as a joke.

Time Taken: 6:40 hours

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[blubushie]

sniper headcanons compilation

wheres the fuckin

THERE IT IS

You're not getting any for Sniper because I don't do headcanons for actual canon characters but have all the Mundy characterisations you want! (Had to add a line break because this is so long, oops.)

His middle name is Jonathan, after his dad.

190cm/~6’3”. Taller than Charles, and Charles hates it because it makes it harder to intimidate his daughter’s boyfriend.

Terrified of commitment. This is important later.

Has intrusive thoughts (you and me both, mate). This is VERY important later.

Sniper and Mundy are not two separate personalities. They’re the same person. “Sniper” is the blame-name for the parts of himself that Mundy doesn’t want to acknowledge—the occasional sadism when he’s really pissed off, the quick temper with certain topics, the cold professionalism. Sniper is a persona, Mundy is the person. Mundy’s just convinced himself of this idea that Sniper isn’t him to save himself the blame of his own actions. It doesn’t work.

Mundy isn’t completely unaffected by Australium. He’s immune to most elapid venom (most venomous snakes in Australia are elapids) with the exception of taipoxin, which happens to be the most lethal neurotoxin ever discovered (sourced from the inland taipan, an Australian native and the most venomous snake on the planet). He’s immune to certain toxins including the bufotoxin found in cane toads that can kill you (for example, I have to microdose licking toads because bufotoxin is so deadly. He can consume an entire dose and ride out the bufotenine with no effect from the deadly bufotoxin. In order to get that kind of high I have to smoke the shit instead.) He’s got a keen eye, quick draw, and he’s impervious to extreme temperatures. He has an incredible immune system and can fight off infections that would kill a normal human. He has accelerated levels of healing and can recover from physical trauma in half the time it’d take a normal human. But he wasn’t exposed to high enough levels of Australium where it altered his physiology from a notable distance—his chest hair is normal, he’s lanky, he can’t grow a moustache, and when people think of an Aussie they don’t judge you on your ability to survive, they judge you on your appearance.

Little tidbit about me: I fucking hate autism headcanons with a burning passion. Mundy is a shy introvert with certain obsessive behaviours and I put parts of myself into my characterisation of him. That said, I will never confirm that Mundy has autism. I feel like autism headcanons (and other kinds of headcanons that I won't get into) often depend exclusively on (often harmful) stereotypes and so I’m not going to paint him with a brush of confirmation. Mundy is Mundy, end of. If you see my characterisation of him as autistic, onya mate, I just ask that you ask yourself what about him makes you think he’s autistic and if those things are a matter of nature vs nurture vs his biological heritage as a Kiwi.

On that note: I’ve said it a thousand times before and I’ll say it again, Mundy is fucking Australian and I will die on that hill. It took a lifetime and a death to realise that he’s always been Australian, regardless of the moustache or chest hair or muscles.

Stealing from a previous ask I answered: King of Psychonauts. If it can be naturally sourced, fair chance he's tried it (Mundy does not fuck with anything synthetic). Psychonaut of the team to the point Luddy goes to him for advice. Routinely does shrooms, occasionally travels to Arizona to catch Colorado River toads to source DMT for later. Feral about the DMT and does not share but will share his shrooms with you if you ask nicely. Picks them himself. Has everything from cubes to azzies but hates azzies because (despite being a more intense high) they're still azzies and every time he takes them he ends up paralysed for two hours. ABSOLUTELY HATES CANNABIS. As a bushman and an Australian he has a finely-tuned sense of smell and the smell of cannabis drives him up a wall. Has done everything I have minus LSD and ecstasy. Has done opium in a Bombay den and in Bangkok. The Bangkok one was more fun. Has done ketamine four times (makes it himself) but only once was recreationally. One was to treat pain after he was shot during a job (yes this was the one above his armpit). The other two was accidentally sticking himself with Sleeper darts because he's a dumb cunt. Actually doesn't like ketamine all that much because if he takes a full dose he wakes up with a headache. Probably bumped cocaine off a hooker's arse once and he will take that secret to his grave. Also smokes, obviously. Prefers Winfields (the red pack) but when he has the time he hand-rolls his own durries. Also chews tobacco sometimes. DOES NOT DRINK CAFFEINE. It makes his hands shake. Loves the taste of coffee (he drinks it black with no sugar) but only uses decaf beans so the caffeine level is so low that it doesn’t affect his aim. Also has a surprisingly good taste for alcohol—his favourite beer is VB but the best beer he’s ever had was Emu Export, he can just never find it outside of WA. Favourite cocktail is the old fashioned because he has an affection for whisky. Also spent his life drinking his dad’s bushshine plus is an Australian, so he has the highest liquor tolerance out of everyone on either team and could drink anyone under the table. Despite being VERY INSISTENT on psychedelic safety he's a complete hypocrite when it comes to practice: he never has a trip sitter, he does it when he's depressed or upset, he takes heroic/breakthrough doses even when he's already feeling like shit, and he spontaneously trips instead of planning in advance. Don't be like Mundy (or me). Also a massive adrenaline junkie and this becomes VERY OBVIOUS in Australia.

Womaniser. If I’m honest, he probably would have settled down and been married by now if he’d 1) never met that girl in Rhodesia and 2) hadn’t become a hitman. Does it in an almost classy way, though? He’s not rude about it. Still shy and never approaches first. Most you’ll ever get is him telling the bartender to put your drink on his docket if he thinks you’re particularly attractive.

His job and his wanderlust are the main source of his fear of commitment. That and lingering fears of rejection from his childhood and teens.

His first three “girlfriends” were sheep. He never had a fourth. All three died (two of dingos, one of snakebite) and he didn’t find out that girlfriend didn’t mean “female mate” until he was almost fourteen and that was after he’d already gone around school talking about his girlfriend who had the softest wool you’d ever touch. Was known as a sheepshagger for the rest of the year.

Uses his dad’s name as an alias. Only the first, never the last. For the last name he uses McKay, the surname of the nearest neighbour to his family’s station (hello Kallara) but he always calls McKay “Macca” because in Australia if your surname starts with “Mc” you’re Macca. Still has three mates in Australia: Stevo, who’s Macca’s son, Robbo, the bartender at Daly Waters (best pub on the planet), and Jonno, a bloke who lives up near Kakadu and owns a breeding facility for horses. When Mundy sold his mare, Marree, he sold her to Jonno as a broodmare. Marree is still alive but she’s older, so now she’s retired and works as a trail horse. :]

Had a kelpie/blue heeler cross as a kid named Blue. A quintessential Aussie experience is naming any blue heeler “Blue” and any red heeler “Red.” We’re not very creative. Australian animals (and people) live longer thanks to Australium and Blue was 22 when he died, not due to natural causes. He probably would’ve reached 25. Mundy had him since he was 8 years old. Will absolutely go John Wick if he ever finds out who shot his dog.

Knows African French, also knowns Auslan (Australian sign language). Jacques hates the French because it’s “uncouth” African French instead of traditional French. Mundy also has a basic understanding of it and doesn’t speak it well, just enough to hold a conversation. He gets his pronunciations and grammar wrong and Jacques desperately wishes he’d just not speak it at all. He’s just as bad at Auslan but he routinely signs “cunt” to Charles when Tamotu teaches him. Also knows certain words of Agurrta (this is important later).

That’s all I can think of for now. I’m taking another dose of shrooms so keep the questions coming!

[meownotgood]

So aki is canonly now 6ft (since it’s stated 182cm, which is 6ft and is approximately 182.88) or 6’2/6’3? I’m so confused because so many articles and stuff claim that he’s 6’2. I can’t tell what’s even real atp 😭 either way he’s still our tall beloved husband

dear anon, I shall explain

so during the chainsaw man exhibition that's being held right now, they've showed a lot of concept arts from the creation of the anime, and one of them lists the heights mappa has decided of the characters — it says aki is 182cm, or about 5'11"

however, in fujimoto's original concept art of aki, his height is listed as 190cm, which is about 6'3".

[yhrite]

What is your height? In cm or feet, IDC

6’3”/190cm + whatever excess height my boots give me (probably about an inch or two)

[garoujo]

WHY NAGI LOOKS SO HUGE, HE'S LIKE TALLER THAN EVERYONE ELSE IN THE ANIME

CAUSE HES 6’3 190CM THE MAN IS HUGE . IT DRIVES ME 2 TEARS I CANT THINK ABOUT IT WITHOUT GETTING DIZZY <3

[jealousraisin]

OC Introductions!

About time I introduce my ocs! Here they are my big 3!

Here’s the moodboards and wardrobes for them! (pinterest won’t let me share sections of a board </3)

Luke Miller (He/Him, They/Them)

Gemini-ENFP-Adhd/Autistic-Bisexual

Birthday: June 20th 1997

Height: 6’3” (190cm)

Nationality: Mexican/American

Bio: Super chill yet chaotic, comedy relief character on the surface but isn’t as two dimensional as he leads everyone to believe. Down for whatever as long as it’s fun. A ride or die type of friend. While he may seem like your stereotypical stoner who doesn’t do much he has a bit more going on than he shows to everyone else, Crazy smart but plays it dumb.

Luke’s Playlist

Charlie Miller (She/Her)

Aquarius-ENTJ-Autistic-Bisexual

Birthday: February 3rd 2002

Height: 5’”6 (171cm)

Nationality: Mexican/American

Bio: Adventurous but hates new experiences without intensive planning and research prior. Super energetic, bounces off the walls. Hates waiting in lines. Will talk your head off about her interests. Crybaby. Luke’s little sister and personal annoyance <3

Always makes sure her appearance is perfect, from freshly ironed clothes to a clean, chip-free manicure. Loves to experiment with her fashion and sews most if not all of her wardrobe. Is a heavy accessories fan.

Charlie’s Playlist

Jonothan Turner (He/Him)

Taurus-ESTJ-Heterosexual

Birthday: March 13th 2000

Height: 6’2” (188cm)

Nationality: French

Bio: Not the most in touch with his emotions. Falls for the most obvious teasing. Lives on his phone. He’s confident, tackles situations head on almost to the point of being stubborn about following through. Cat lover 4eva. Models for work so he tends to travel a lot, he takes Charlie with him pretty much all the time since they’ve gotten together, he finds it makes the whole ordeal more tolerable when having someone by his side that isn’t a manager.

Jonothan’s Playlist

[tau1tvec]

Enjoy ( or ignore ) this lore dump now that I’m awake.

L-R //

Maximillian;

57, He/Him, 6’0” ( 182cm ), Executive of a mining company that at one point was the main jobs creator of Copperdale, until the collapse and explosion at one of its most central mines. He now works at the headquarters in San Myshuno, where he spends most his time. Work being his only escape from a long life marred with controversy. Though there are residents of Copperdale that are convinced he could’ve done more to avoid the incident at the mine, some even who would put the blame on him solely, his power, influence and the fear of being on the wrong side of both keep them from doing much of anything about it beyond your usual town gossip.

Manuela;

35, She/Her, 5’11” ( 180cm ), Maximillian’s former attorney. Having spent the majority of her early twenties grinding to get herself through law school, it’s easy to guess why it is that by the time she graduated, the idea of working even harder wasn’t how she expected her thirties to pan out. Luckily she caught the eye of a rich client, who could fund her ideal lifestyle for her, while she gets to enjoy to simplest of pleasures… sleeping in on a weekday.

Aex;

19, He/Him, 6’3’’ ( 190cm ), Freshly out of high school, and preparing for a future at Britechester with a full ride scholarship courtesy of his uncle Maximillian’s rigid expectations, and strong connections, Aex is hoping some time away from him, and Manuela keeping keeping his attention elsewhere, will grant him the breathing room he so desperately needs to find out who he really is without his uncle controlling every aspect of his life. Whether he will like the person he becomes on the other side, however, remains a mystery. Will this constant uncertainty be the thing to lure him back under his uncle’s thumb?

"The ruthless pursuit of the perfect family..."

[noctis-tempore]

Introductions for Vaticinium

Codename: Caligo

Real Name: ?

Species: Vampire

Age: 22

Height: 190cms / 6’3 ft

Pronouns: She/her

Occupation: Solo Pop Idol/Assassin

Abilities: Teleportation, Blood Control, Heightened Senses

Organization: Zero

Caligo is a young lady who has a sweet yet sassy personality as fans would describe her. She performs with high energy, reeling people in instantly. She’s witty and is a quick thinker. Caligo knows more than what she lets on but she’s careful of what to say to not damage her reputation.

She gets the missions done quick, wasting no time to get started. After all, a late arrival to a show wouldn’t be a good look. She’s friends with Aza who is often partnered up with him on missions. Caligo doesn’t like to talk about herself, she oftens switches the topic when people want to know more about her. Caligo is one of the strongest. 

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Codename: Smoke

Name: Aza S.

Species: Non-human (Organization isn’t sure what he is)

Age: 25

Height: 187cm / 6’2 ft

Pronouns: He/him

Occupation: Assassin

Abilities: ???, Heightened Senses

Organization: Zero

Aza is a paranoid man, often seen shaking and on the verge of tears. Aza is a mystery himself, both the Organization and he have no idea what he’s fully capable of. He’s rather sensitive, not taking well to high stress situations. Aza is good at keeping things secret so he doesn’t share much of his personal life.

Aza is often paired up with Caligo for missions, both having a sibling-like bond. Aza despite being scared all the time is quick on his feet and flexible. He is also one of the strongest but doesn’t seem to realize his own strength considering he doesn’t display it. 

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Name: Atlas M.

Occupation: Engineer, Scientist, Doctor

Species: ???

Age: 100+

Pronouns: He/him

Height: 193cm / 6’4 ft

Abilities: Magic, Telekinesis 

Atlas is an intelligent man who is skilled in a lot of different fields. He is part of no organization, helping out either one if the reward is beneficial to him. He’s a blunt person who is ruthless if you cross his path in the wrong direction. He doesn’t seem to really care about anyone but still treats his employees surprisingly really well. 

He is someone not to be messed with, holding a great amount of power. The organizations are very careful of interactions with him. Atlas enjoys watching the two clash.

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Name: Rosaline R.

Occupation: Baker

Species: Witch

Age: 20

Pronouns: She/her

Height: 149cm / 4’11 ft

Abilities: Magic

Rosaline is a very sweet girl who sees the good in everyone. The organizations are incredibly wary of her due to some past history. She is very kind and patient to those around her, not much can shake her ground. Most of her friends would describe her as the sunshine friend, welcoming everyone with no problems.

Rosaline though very kind, does not take too well to betrayal. She despises having her trust broken and it’s difficult to gain it back again. Both organizations do not deem her as a threat for now.

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Name: Malachi

Occupation: Baker

Species: Dragon

Age: 20

Pronouns: He/him

Height: 203cm / 6’8ft

Abilities: Water control, Super Strength, Heightened Senses, turning into a dragon

Malachi has an abrasive personality, coming from a place where aggressiveness is the norm. He’s blunt and can come off as unintentionally rude at times. He means well majority of the time though. He has a hard time adapting with humans, unaware of his strength and mannerisms that could be considered strange or rude.

Malachi helps Rosaline out at the bakery, doing his best to learn and to get along with others. Evidently he is very kind just in an aggressive way.

[warden-melli]

@kdm13 Yep. Welcome to Pokemon Legends Arceus! Where the game models are made up and the heights don’t matter!

Melli Height Analysis:

(Putting this under a read more because there is a lot of images)

Welcome to my first analysis post!

Seriously though, I have extensively tested the height mechanics in that game, and they are completely broken/do not accurately reflect the true heights of people, Pokemon and objects. Pokemon and character models have been scaled down/up in a lot of cases for what I can only assume to be logistical and technical reasons, and likely for visual harmony on screen. We have canon heights for every pokemon, and from comparing their in game models to each other we can see that the game isn’t accurate for scale, and therefore it’s one of those times that in-game assets cannot be used to determine true intended scale. One thing we can look to as being a lot more accurate is offical canon heights and artwork, and we just so happen to have some of that available to us to play around with.

In the pokemon legends Arceus guide book we have this image Which gives us a canon night for Volo at 190cm, which in feet equals 6’2.8. This image also has Akari for scale, so if we throw the two of them into a chart we get this

(Please note that I am measuring from the top of the head, as that what the designers did in the above image)

Akari is absolutely tiny! Alright, lets keep going!

In the same book we also have this artwork of Adaman standing next to Akari, so using the image of Akari for scale we can add Adaman to the chart.

Adaman is about 5’9 in heels. Okay work (6’3 if you count the hair. Which we don’t 👀)

Okay, moving on

Now again in the same book we have this image of Adaman and Melli next to one another. Now using Adaman for scale if we add Melli to the chart then we get… 😳

Our boy is BIG! Please note that Melli’s legs are bent in the artwork, and therefore a few inches can likely be added to his height on the chart. Melli is in the 7 foot range easily.

Now is this completely accurate? Likely no. While I tried my best to line the images up I did just eyeball them, but the actual results wouldn’t be too far off of this chart. I actually think that this is a much more accurate way of determining intended scale opposed to the in-game assets, as we know that the scaling has been adjusted in those games, and that they do not accurately reflect the canon heights of people and pokemon that are available to us. The images seen here are all offical, and feature characters drawn by the designers with their intended scales to one another, again proving that the in-game models are likely to be inaccurate. Melli is one of the (if not THE) tallest characters in PLA.

So in closing Melli is a tall. Extremely tall.