#I just… I like Matching Things. I like mentally collecting Stuff That Makes Me Think Of Them

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live footage of me 0.3 seconds after I start to really like a new person immediately searching for stim gifs related to them so I can make an imaginary gift stimboard in my head (that will never actually exist)

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✧.* CHAPTER 22 || The Anime References

[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt. Sounds easy enough, right?

[ { CHAPTER CONTENT } ] ➤ language, smut, & a teeny-weeny drop of angst.

[ { WORD COUNT } ] ➤ 5.9k

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. geto x f!reader. toji x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader. nanami x f!reader.

[ [ chapters mlist } ]

——GOJO SATORU WAS ALMOST TOO stunned to speak. He knows he just gave you his consent to do whatever you want but he was not mentally prepared for you to request such a thing.

Since when were you into that kinda stuff? Have you always been? Why do you even want to tie him up? So many questions run through his mind after your words hit his ears.

Nonetheless, his answer is a quick, "Sure." Then, he swallows down a deep sum of air to collect himself, "But uh... can I ask why you want to tie me up?"

You smile and lean away from his face, moving your hands over his arms and slowly pulling them off your body, "Cause' I know how much you like touching me." You explain.

Gojo smirks slightly, "So then, is this your form of punishment or somethin'?"

His arms are drawn off of you completely before you move them over his head again, crossing his wrists over one another and holding them there. "Yeah," You whisper, kissing him on the cheek, "After all, you said I could use you."

Gojo chuckles, "R-Right..."

With a smile, you lift yourself from sitting on him and carefully get off the bed. You didn't have the whole thing planned out or anything and you were just going to go with the flow based on how you felt. Gojo stayed put, arms up over his head, watching you walk around your dim room in search of something.

After a couple of minutes, you find a strip of abandoned ribbon that'd come off of one of your dresses some time ago. It was long enough to wrap around his wrists and you already knew he wasn't going to try breaking out of it so it's not like you needed something extremely strong.

The silky fabric of the ribbon was bright baby blue, the color ironically matching Gojo. You chuckle at the irony as you head back over to him and move to straddle his body once more.

Gojo watches with wide eyes as you hold yourself up and tie his wrists together above his head. You decide to knot the ribbon into a pretty little bow, smiling at the cuteness of it despite what you plan on doing.

"Pretty color," Gojo comments quietly.

"It's not too tight, is it?" You question just in case.

He tries to part his wrists from one another and then shakes his head, "Nope, it's perfect." He then looks up into your eyes, "But y'know... we should establish a safe word just in case."

You blink, almost embarrassed that you didn't think of that after being the one to suggest this entire thing. "Right uhm... well, you're the one tied up so..."

Gojo glances off to the side to think, taking only a few seconds before he shrugs, "Red."

You gradually ease yourself down from standing on your knees to sit on his lap again, "Red?"

"Mhm..." Gojo hums.

"So if I get too rough or..." Your voice softens, "If you grow uncomfortable..."

"I'll say red."

A sigh is let out from you as you shut your eyes and begin to worry, "Are you sure you're okay with this-"

"Sweetheart, what part of my body is nothing more than a tool for you, did you not understand?" Gojo cuts off, the look in his eyes serious.

You understood it perfectly well but, you were hesitant since using someone isn't exactly something you're fond of-- after all, you're not him. With a sigh, you give him a nod and ease yourself back into your mindset.

A little more small talk occurs as you make sure he's not uncomfortable, having never done this kind of thing before and wanting to be safe. It's only his wrists tied up but you can't help but feel anxious anyways.

Gojo assures you with gentle whispers, telling you over and over that you can use him as you see fit and he tries his best to talk you through all of your worried questions.

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When you finally grow comfortable with the situation again, your lips are right back on his.

It's a heated kiss this time and Gojo quickly regrets allowing you to tie him up. There was so much precum leaking from his cock that he could feel the slight mess he was of himself within his boxers. He didn't expect to get this turned on by being restricted but he was.

Each time you pulled away from his lips to breathe, Gojo would chase after you desperately, never wanting the kiss to end. He's so clearly not used to being the one with no control so it takes him some time to get used to it.

It's cute how he pushes himself forward to meet your lips once more, how he lets out quiet whines every time you kiss him passionately or aggressively, and so very sexy how he'll groan into your mouth every time you roll your hips and grind against his cock.

His head tilts in the opposite direction of yours, teeth moving to tug on your lower lip in an attempt of keeping you close to him. You end up prying away from his mouth anyway, another messy string of saliva keeping the two of you connected.

Your hands slide down the man's body while the two of you pant for lost air and you soon grab ahold of the bottom of his t-shirt, quickly working the item up and over his head. It's discarded before you start touching his abs and feeling him tense up beneath you.

Your lips make contact with his neck and Gojo groans again, "Fuck," He breathes.

You begin to suck on the area just under his jaw and watch the way he squirms beneath you, his movement making you grin.

"S-Shit." Gojo chokes out, "Not there-, agh..."

You pull away slightly, "Hm? Why?"

He's glad you aren't looking at his face right now because it's bright red, embarrassment overwhelming him before he utters out the words, "T-That's..." Gojo's voice gets smaller, "Where I'm weak-"

You cut him off by sucking on the area he's referring to, hearing the way he moans softly and feeling how his cock twitches beneath you.

"G-God-," Gojo choked, tipping his head further back and allowing you more space to kiss him, despite being overly sensitive.

Your mouth works to leave a dark mark on the male's pale skin, sliding down to kiss and nibble on other parts of his neck before you consider yourself satisfied.

When your head pulls away from his neck, you move to take the sweater he gave you off. Gojo's eyes widen as he sees your body for the first time after so long, quickly noticing faint love marks and bitemarks in various places.

Choso had quite literally left his mark on you after the multiple times you slept with him, hickeys decorating different parts of your torso. Hell, there's even a bite mark on your shoulder that Gojo notices.

Clearly, you'd slept with Choso more times than you told Gojo you did. That fact quickly makes the man beneath you so very jealous. He doesn't even care if he shouldn't feel that way-- seeing visual evidence of you with someone else makes his heart hurt.

As if he wasn't the one who forced you to do so anyway...

You grin at how Gojo's eyes go from one mark to another, happy to show evidence of you receiving pleasure from someone who isn't him. And what makes it better is that he knows it's Choso who left these marks on you, having been aware that you never let anyone else leave anything on you.

Even so, the marks on your body are in the act of fading away since it's been some time since you've been with Choso.

"Gojo," You whisper, earning a glance from the male.

"H-Hm?" He hums. His face was so flushed and his entire body felt like it was on fire, "Yes ma'am?" He utters in response.

Even his voice was affected by all the kissing and taunting, now having a raspy little pitch to it.

"You said you missed me, right?" You ask as you move your hands behind your back and unclip your bra.

Gojo doesn't miss the way you sensually take the item off, allowing your breasts to spill out in front of him. The sight only makes his dick throb violently beneath you.

"Mhm," Gojo ends up humming in response to you.

You tilt your head before lifting yourself up a little, your hand moving down to his sweats, "Tell me what you missed about me."

His eyes widen and he opens his mouth to do so, words falling off his tongue immediately when your hand touches his bulge. "Hah... A-Alright," Gojo breathes out.

Your eyes are on him while you soon work his bottoms off. Gojo struggles to begin when your hand goes into his boxers and you work his cock out, length slapping against his abdomen. You can't help but smile at the sight of his wet member, eyeing the precum oozing out of his tip and slipping down along his shaft.

Saliva builds up in your mouth as you stare, pulse after pulse felt from in between your legs.

"I-I uhm..." Gojo inhales sharply, "Fuck, where do I even start?" He chuckles wearily.

Your eyes are glued down to his dick, bottom lip getting caught in between your teeth as you move only your index finger to roll around his tip. "Wherever you want," You reply.

Gojo tries lifting his hips into your touch, "Shit, okay... I missed your face," He begins, swallowing down any sounds of his that threaten to pour out. "Y-Your voice... Hah, I really missed your voice..." He emphasizes.

"Awwh... go on..." You taunt, moving to toy with his erection by giving him only one gentle stroke.

"Mmgh... U-Uh, your-" You suddenly spit down onto his tip, causing Gojo to straight up whine. "A-Ah... your mouth, fucking hell..." He groaned throughout his little noise.

Your body is seated slightly on his thighs as you begin to torture him by slowly jerking him off. "My mouth?" You echo.

"Mhm," He whines again, "M-Missed feelin' you too."

"Yeah?" You say cooingly.

Gojo feels the way your hand squeezes his tip and he can't help the moan that leaves him, "O-Oh fuuuck." He shuts his eyes and tries lifting his hips into your hold.

You smirk, "You're weak here too, huh?" Your words were said to mock his earlier statement, clearly making him worse beneath you.

"Only when you touch me t-there..." Gojo almost whimpers, "I'm only w-weak for you..."

You rotate your palm around his tip while stroking his length, feeling yourself soak at the state you've reduced this man to. "Really? What's so special about me?" You whisper.

"E-Everything," Gojo choked, his jaw dropping in reaction to your hand movements, "Fuckin' everything, I swear..."

"Mmh..." You hum lightly.

Your hand gives him one last pull before you remove it from his cock, causing Gojo to tip his head back and pant. You move to simply pull your panties to the side, now feeling so needy for friction.

The man beneath you almost cums when you simply hover over him, maneuvering his cock to rub in between your wet folds.

"F-Fuck," Gojo curses, "P-Put it in... Please, fuck I c-can't take this..." He begs desperately.

You smile and ignore him, just barely pressing yourself down and not even allowing his tip to enter you. Instead, you drag him against your sex over and over, the sensation dizzying you with arousal as his needy tip slips over your clit.

"Hah... What?" You ask as if you didn't hear him the first time.

"Please put it in," Gojo whined, "Needa' be inside you s'fucking b-bad..." He slurs out, his eyes watering.

His expression is so desperate for you, the sight only adding to how wet you are. You continue your teasing anyway, rolling your hips in a circle around his tip, "Beg a little more and maybe I'll put in."

"Ha-ah... S'that what you want?" Gojo scoffs heavily, "W-Want me to fuckin' beg?"

Technically, he already was begging but you thrived off hearing him like this.

"C'mon... a-at least the tip?" Gojo pleads, "Please?"

You clench around nothing due to the sound of his voice. "One more time f'me." You utter.

"P-Please." Gojo moans, "Pleease, fuck..." His eyes are so teary and he's simply hazed with lust and desperation, "Please-, a-ahh... please let me be inside y-you." He whimpers.

You quickly folded under the sound of his begging. Gojo has never been so whiny and needy like this for you before so you found yourself a complete mess in between your legs, liquids from your arousal dripping down onto his cock.

"You're not gonna cum inside me as soon as I put it in, are you?" You ask him, tilting your head.

He knows he wants to and it'll be difficult not to do such a thing when he's already leaking like crazy. "M-Mhm..." He hums.

You start to lower yourself, allowing his tip to just barely push into you, "Words." You order.

He smiles, just barely, "...N-No promises," Gojo sighs, "Aagh... feels l-like I'm gonna cum right now..."

You frown, "C'mon now, don't disappoint me..."

"I'll h-hold it..." He breathes, "Just... please, just fuck me."

Your eyes skim over his flushed expression, seeing how his chest rises and falls rapidly due to his heavy breathing. His teary blue eyes are stuck on your face, refusing to look down at your actions.

"You're so cute like this, y'know..." You sigh, trying not to moan while you finally sink a mere inch down onto him.

"Mmmh... A-Am I?" He hums.

You nod, your gaze diving back down to your actions as you see how much of his cock you have left to sit yourself down on. You'd forgotten how lengthy the male is, swallowing nervously while you look at the sight below.

You're worried you may not be able to keep up this dominant act of yours. You continue anyway, sliding down inch by inch until you get about halfway. Gojo's eyes flicker and his lips remain parted.

You look him dead in the eyes and purposefully clench around his length, watching the way he literally chokes on air.

"Oh c-c'monn... y-you can't expect me not to cum when you..." His jaw drops and a heavy breath leaves his throat, "f-fuckin' squeeze around me like that..."

An innocent smile graces your face, "If you cum without my permission, I'm only gonna make things worse for you."

"I w-won't." Gojo says, "You're jus' makin' it hard for me not to."

You chuckle slightly at him in response before adjusting yourself. Leaning back, you move both of your hands behind you to hold your body up and then sit yourself all the way down on his dick. Gojo moans all too loudly in relief, the sound filling the air of your room.

One of your hands flies back in front of you as you place your hand over his mouth. "You're so noisy," You point out, your voice coming out softer than you would've liked. "Be quieter f'me..."

Gojo shakes his head, knowing won't be able to. "Can't," He just barely mumbles out beneath your skin.

You feel him whine against your hand, his breath warm against you. "Yes you cannn." You whisper encouragingly, "C'mon Gojo..."

He shakes his head for a second time and closes his eyes, pressing his lips into your hand and kissing you. "C-Can you call me Satoru? P-Please," He begs desperately.

You sigh, "Promise not to be too loud 'nd maybe I will."

Gojo suddenly licks your hand and just barely opens his eyes, his pretty eyelashes moist with the way he was on the verge of pleasureful tears. "I promise," He breathes out, his lips moving against your palm, "P-Promise not to be loud..."

You retreat your hand from his mouth, "Alright then..."

Your arm moves behind you once more, leaning yourself back before you roll your hips forward and feel the way his cock twitches inside you. This is the type of sex you expected to have last night-- the type of sex you needed.

You pick up a steady rhythm of grinding over Gojo with the tip of his dick nice and snug up against your cervix without him having to do much. The male grits his teeth and his eyes flicker as you begin to ride him slowly. He tries to keep his gaze on your face, watching the way your lips part and you moan ever so slightly.

Your bottom lip is pulled into your mouth as you struggle a little to keep your noises in. Feeling his cockhead knock around your insides, sliding against your walls in all the right ways is only dizzying you with pleasure.

Gojo was able to keep himself from looking at the entire lewd sight in front of him up until he saw your arm move in his peripherals. His eyes mistakenly drop down to the movement and he watches as you move two fingers over your clit, his breath hitching at the sight.

He wishes he could've done that for you instead but given the restraints, all he can do is watch you satisfy yourself and feel the way your wam cunt clenches around his girth. "Fuck," He curses under his breath.

Your hips suddenly lift a little and then ease back down, giving both of you more pleasure than expected. You moan a bit more than you expected yourself to and Gojo... he almost blew his load.

His head rests against the headboard and his eyes roll back, "W-Warn me next time b-before you-," His words are cut off as you ignore him and simply repeat your action, lifting yourself up and easing right back down. Gojo whimpers again, as quietly as he possibly can, "M'gonna c-cum..."

You lean forward and pull yourself almost all the way up, only his tip left inside you, and then drop yourself right back down. "N-Not yet," You stammer out to him.

Nothing you prepare him for the struggle he begins to face as you start bouncing on his cock. Every time he feels your soaked walls slide back down on his cock, he swears he's another second close to spilling his seed inside you. And of course, you make it worse by moving to messily kiss his exposed neck.

Gojo's arms twitch within the restraints, wanting nothing more than to move you away from his neck for just a second. "Fu-uck... p-please..." He begs, not even knowing what exactly what he's begging for.

You continue your movements, using your muscles to ride his cock and please yourself. Your breath is warm against his neck as you eagerly rub two fingers over your clit, "Mmgh... f-fuck... please what, Satoru?" You moan softly.

The aggressive twitching of his cock is felt as you question him. Gojo lets out another whine, the sound going straight to your core. "L-Let me c-cum..." He moans, sudden tears rolling down his cheeks.

No one has ever made him feel like this before. He's not sure if it was the restraints, the way you kisses, nibbled, and sucked on his neck, the way you rode his dick or the way you said his name but, Gojo was losing his mind trying not to release.

You move to that sensitive spot right under his jaw and suck at his skin before speaking against it, "...Lemme hear you b-beg again," You stammer slightly. It was difficult for you to speak one hundred percent properly with how deep inside you his cock reached.

"H-Hhnngh.... P-Please..." Gojo croaks out, "Please let me cum... c-can't hold it anymore... please... I-I'll do anything, fuuuuck... please."

You moan against his neck as his words go straight to your pussy, causing you to only clench around him even more. "A-Anything?" You smile slightly.

Gojo sucks in a deep breath, the sound close to a sniffle, "Yes. Any-, ngh... t-thing..." He sighs.

You move to his ear, "Delete the video of me."

He shakes his head, "I already d-did..." Gojo finally tells you.

That information makes your cunt throb for some reason as if the sound of freedom from that stupid list turned you on. "L-Liar," You huff out, not yet fully believing him.

"M'not lying..." Gojo suddenly sniffles, tears of struggling pleasure rolling down his cheeks, "D-Deleted it a long-, ah... t-time ago...."

You lean away from his ear and slow your pace a little, staring into his teary eyes. "Mmgh... really?"

He nods, "Mhm..."

Your arms wrap around his neck and you near his lips while humping him slowly, the pleasure making your eyes flicker. He wasn't the only one who was close. "So... hah, are you finally l-letting me go?" You whisper.

One of your hands slides up into his hair, feeling his white strands in between your fingers. Gojo shakes his head, "C-Could never let you go, sweetheart." He claims, not exactly referring to the list anymore.

You swallow and furrow your brows, your gaze traveling between his left and right eyes in search of an explanation, "Fuck... What do you mean?"

He pants, letting the desperation for his release and his emotions get the absolute best of him. Gojo unintentionally peers up into your eyes longingly, choking out something all too emotional, "I love you too much to do that..." He cries out, the look in his eyes completely serious and vulnerable.

Your jaw drops and your hips stutter in movement, "W-What?"

"I love you," Gojo repeats, swallowing afterward, "L-Love you s'much..."

"Satoru..." You flash him a confused look, "Y-You don't mean th-that..."

He nods his head, his eyes struggling to remain on yours, "I do. I s-swear, m'so in love with you-, fuck..."

You breathe out a heavy pant, trying to wrap your head around his sudden confession. There is absolutely no way your blackmailer is in love with you. Surely he's just saying this because he... maybe he's confused? He can't love you, it doesn't make sense.

Gojo leans forward and kisses you, breaking you away from your panicked thoughts, "C-Can I... ha-ah, nngh... Can I..." He trails off, struggling to voice his request.

You know what he wants anyway so you simply nod, permitting him to finally release. Gojo's eyes roll all the way back as he finally cums inside you with an unintentionally loud groan.

You're still stunned by his confession, a mixture of confusion and arousal fighting within your mind. Part of you is too into the moment to really process what he said but the other part of you was just left in disbelief.

Something inside you feels all mushy and you unconsciously voice out a soft, "Can you say it again?"

You can still feel him releasing into you, painting your insides white with his seed while you continue. "I-I love you," Gojo stammers, his eyes slowly going back into place.

"Mmgh... Y-Yeah?" You smile for some reason and reach your orgasm unexpectedly.

There's a mess where the two of you are connected but you don't care. Not only is Gojo still hard after his release, but you have no desire to move away from him.

After one last look of longing, the two of your lips connect. You both moan into each other's mouth as you press your body flush against his. The rapid beating of both your hearts can be felt against your chest and his.

Soft smacks, mixed with moans and whines slip into the sex-induced air. Gojo's arms continue to twitch as you make out with him, feining for the feeling of your skin against his fingertips. He wants to run his hands along your waist, your hips, hell, he even longs to roll his thumb over your clit.

So badly does Gojo want to please you even more.

You drag your lips away from his, leaving only a little bit of space between you and him, "S-Satoru," You call out, your gaze hazy, "T-Tell me you didn't mean that."

He smirks tiredly, "I can't."

You shake your head in disapproval, "You can't love me."

"Why not?" He sighs. "Hm?"

You peck his lips again, "Cause' I hate you..."

He chuckles against you while you part your lips over his. Your tongue enters his mouth and he accepts it happily, his cum-covered cock nestling inside your warmth.

"No..." He speaks between kisses, "You don't."

You groan into his mouth and he tries not to smile against you, "I do."

"Liar," He argues.

Your lips disconnect and you frown, "You know I do."

"Then," Gojo swallows, "Why do you kiss me like that?"

"You're a good kisser." You reply.

He raises a brow, "Why'd you fuck me like that?"

"You make me feel good, sometimes."

"Alright," He scoffs, "Last one; why... why are you looking at me like that?"

"Satoru, you literally just told me you love me. How the hell am I supposed to look at you?" You utter in disbelief.

He shakes his head, "Definitely not like that."

"And what is that, exactly?"

He grins, "Like you feel the same-"

"In your dreams." You cut off.

"Sweetheart... it's okay to love me too y'know."

"Fuck you." You fire at him.

"You jus' did."

You release a groan, annoyed by his claims now that he's returning to his normal state. "And I'm gonna do it again if you don't shut up." You threaten.

"Oh, I'm definitely not shutting up now." He flashes a charming yet fucked out smile, "Fuck me again please."

Your cunt squeezes around him, "...No."

"Mmgh... Or you can keep doin' that." He shrugs, "I like the way you keep my dick warm."

"You talk too much y'know."

"Shut me up then," Gojo challenges.

With a roll of your eyes, you move a hand to the side of his face, your thumb sliding to his lip, "Open," You order.

Almost like a well-trained dog, Gojo obediently parts his lips for you. With a smile, you slide your thumb into his mouth, "Now," You lean closer to him, "Be a good boy and keep quiet, okay?"

Gojo chokes around your finger and he blinks, his cock twitching within you.

The feeling makes you smile, "You're into that too? Shit... how many kinks do you have...?"

He sucks on your thumb eagerly, his eyes low but directly on yours. The man shrugs as if to answer you and you chuckle.

Slowly, you pull your finger out of his mouth and switch to replace it with your middle and ring finer. Gojo raises his brows, wondering what you have planned inside that head of yours.

After a few gentle thrusts of your fingers into his mouth and slips along his tongue, you draw them out with a loud pop leaving him.

Your torso then leans back again and Gojo gets a full view of your body, watching as you take your fingers that are covered in his saliva, and slip them down to rub slow circles around your clit. He lets out a deep hum while watching.

"That's so sexy. Fuuck..." Gojo voices out.

You smile before rolling your head back and moaning softly, "Aah.. is it?"

The male bites his lip and suddenly grinds his hips up into you, catching you by surprise as his cock presses against your insides. "So fuckin' sexy." He utters.

He then looks down at how he looks inside you, wanting to press against the bulge his dick creates against your skin so badly. A whine leaves those pretty lips of yours and Gojo smiles.

"Look who's being loud now?" He taunts.

"Shut up." You reply.

He chuckles, "Whyy? Teasing you is funnn."

"I'm s-supposed to be the one teasing you." You stammer suddenly as he works up a little pace below you, trying to match his slight thrusts to the movement of your fingers.

"You still can... But c'mon, you gotta let me tease you at least a little bit." He says, flashing a cheeky little smile.

"No, I don't."

His expression sinks into a pout, "But you like when I tease you."

"I do not..." You deny.

"Yeahh you do."

"You're so annoying."

"Am I?" Gojo tilts his head and narrows his eyes, his sights set on the way your folds spread around his member, "Even when my cock is stuffed inside you, I'm still annoying?"

Your breathing stutters, "G-God, shut up..."

"Nah, I don't think I will." Gojo hums, softly rutting his hips up into your sopping hole. "You should see the way you creamed around me."

"That was you... n-not me."

"No, sweetheart." He smiles, "That's you."

"It's not-"

"Listen to it." Gojo interrupts.

You blink, "W-What?"

Gojo's hips continue to steadily fuck up into your cunt, the sloppy wet sounds hitting your ears. "Hear that?" He taunts, grunting slightly, "Hear how messy you are f'me?"

You bite down on your bottom lip hard, "Shut up-," The tip of his cock rams into this dizzying spot inside you, making you choke, "F-Fuck..."

"Y'know if you untie me... I'd be able to fuck you properly." Gojo suggests.

"No..." You tell him.

He groans frustratedly, deciding to just quietly watch you work to get yourself off for a second time. His hips continue the steady push upward, constantly giving you friction and making you feel good, even if only a little bit.

After a few seconds, your head rolls back into place and you notice the way his rose-tinted lips are parted and his eyes are downward. With a swallow, you try to go back to what he said earlier, "Satoru..." You call softly.

"Hm?" He hums, his eyes remaining down.

"Did you mean i-it?"

"Mean what?" He sighs.

You rub over your clit a bit faster and he tries to match your pace as best as he can, "...Are you really... mgh, in love with me?"

He tips his head back and smiles, "Terribly so, yes."

"Hah... and, I don't have to finish the list right?" You ask.

He freezes. Gojo almost forgot that he told you he deleted the video of you, quickly regretting admitting that to you. "U-Uhm..."

You frown at his hesitance, "Satoru, please?" You whine.

He grits his teeth and looks away from you, "I... You still have t-to finish it..."

You're not sure what you expected and you don't even want to ask why-- already having an idea of what his next form of blackmail would be. After all, you did fuck a professor and for a man who wasn't scared to go to jail, you're sure he's not scared to expose that information.

So, you simply shake your head in disbelief before lifting yourself. For a second, Gojo thought you were about to hop off him but you catch him off guard by plopping all your weight back down.

"H-Holy-," His eyes go wide, "F-Fuck, sweetheart... m'sensative-," He whines.

Your hand suddenly moves to his face and you force him to look at you as you ride him aggressively, "Good." You breathe out to him.

Gojo quickly falls back into that whiney state from earlier. "P-Please, wa-ait..." He chokes out.

You continue anyways, your eyes tear due to the pleasure and the situation, "I r-really fucking hate you, y'know that?"

He moans, "Th-Then... why're you still, aagh... fucking me?"

You scoff, "Cause' that's all you're good for." You utter meanly.

He sighs and the sound of your skin meeting his every time you sink down on him fills the room. The noises are wet and sloppy due to how hard the male came inside you and the entire thing is creamy where you're connected.

"Nnngh," Gojo moans, "I'm s-sorry..."

"You don't mean it," You fire back, trying your hardest not to moan along with him, "You.. mmh.. Y-You never do."

He let something slip abruptly, "W-Wish I c-could tell you everything, sweets..."

Your brows furrow at that.

Are you missing something here?

What else is there for him to tell you? He's blackmailing you into sleeping with people he owes favors to. What more is there to that story?

Too caught up in the act of pleasing yourself, you brush his comment off for now, deciding to come back to it when his cock isn't stuffed inside you.

With that, Gojo continues, "...I-I promise I'll..." He hesitates to finish. "I'll help y-you get with-, agh... I'll h-help you get with Choso." He suddenly promises to you.

Your movement stutters at the mere mention of your crush, a moan pouring from your lips. "Mmgh, really?" It's not the best promise in the world and you'd much rather he just drop the list but-- you suppose it makes up for something.

He nods his head, "Yes... I swear..." Gojo says urgently, "I-I'll make sure he never finds out about the list and..." Your cunt tightens around him suddenly, "Oh f-fuck... I'll uh... m-make sure you guys get t-together." He finally gets out.

Your eyes narrow and your orgasm grows near, "You swear?"

"S-Swear it on my love for you-," Gojo claims. If only you knew how deep that affection really went, "Swear on my life." He whispers.

You grit your teeth and sigh out a heavy, "Okay."

It's not perfect but, for now, you suppose that's a decent enough promise to encourage you to finish the list. Though, you were never truly worried about Choso finding out about the list so it was kind of odd that Gojo mentioned it in the first place.

That, and once you finish the list, you already know Choso's going to accept you into his arms-- you wouldn't need help with that. But, something about Gojo's promise felt needed. It felt like something you had to accept or else things would get worse.

You are unsure of what this underlying emotion it was that you were feeling but there was just something about his promise. It felt different than his last one, it felt more severe.

This severity that you felt was something that you'd figure out much later but as of now; you wrapped your arms around Gojo's neck and continued your acts until both of you came undone for a second time.

Whatever it was you felt about that promise of his; it was important.

GOJO SATORU ✔︎

GETO SUGURU ✔︎

TOJI FUSHIGURO ✔︎

KAMO CHOSO ✔︎

ZEN'IN NAOYA ✔︎

NANAMI KENTO ☐

??? SUKUNA ☐

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[thinemoonshine]

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enhypen 8th fem!member x hyung line genre: fluff type: oneshot word count: 723

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ synopsis: in which (y/n), enhypen's 8th member, has certain tendencies that give their boyish dorm teeny touches of femininity... or just plain messes. and eventually, these habits lead to the boys developing their own as well ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

bringing her scrunchies everywhere (l.hs & p.js)

"Use this," Jay says upon noticing (y/n)'s struggle and helps tie her long hair up into a loose ponytail as she eats her breakfast.

(y/n)'s brows raise and she emits a closed-lip gasp of surprise, occupied with chewing her rice before smiling gratefully at him when he takes the seat in front of her. "Thanks! Where'd you find it?"

"On the couch," the older replies with his lips pulled into that casual, charming half smile of his.

"I think I saw one on the coffee table too," Heeseung chimes in and (y/n) makes a mental note to check on it. Later on, she does in fact find her scrunchie— and not just one of them but two.

After leaving her scrunchies and hairties practically everywhere, Heeseung and Jay tend to be the ones picking them up or the ones to find them— leading them to unintentionally be her very own scrunchie lockers.

Award shows? Heeseung will probably have a pink hairtie around his wrist, hiding under his sleeve. Jay will probably have some stuffed into the pocket of his pants.

En-O' Clock? Jay has some new scrunchies he randomly bought for her still in his bag while Heeseung picked her hairtie up from the makeup room when she got dolled up.

Basically anytime in the dorm? Oh, the scrunchies are layered on their arms like warmers. They might even be using one for their own hair— just walking around the dorm with a palm-tree on their crown held together by soft, fluffy rubber ties.

using flowery coasters (s.jy)

"Look at these new ones I made! Aren't they cute?" (y/n) asks excitedly while showcasing Jake her freshly made pieces of crochet coasters on their coffee table.

He gasps dramatically with a hand flying to his mouth, eyes widening and brows raising to express surprise before he grins brightly at the girl. "Wow~~ These are beautiful, (y/n)! I still can't believe how fast you made these! They're perfect!"

"Thank youuuuu!!" She elongates her word, emphasizing her gratitude towards him for complimenting her works before she looks up at him curiously. "Which one do you like most?"

Jake gazes down affectionately into her expectant eyes, chuckling at how purely ebullient she is and hums thoughtfully with narrowed eyes shifted towards the choices of handiwork. "I like that one."

He points to one in beige with dark green-stemmed yellow tulips adorning its circular shape and (y/n) gives him the piece before choosing another with the same design but different coloured tulips to match with his.

"We have matching ones!" She chirps, holding hers next to his before she goes to find the other members to gift the remaining coasters.

Jake smiles warmly at her furthering back before at the soft material in his hand. Ever since then, he's left the coaster on the table and uses it whenever he has a beverage. A hot drink, cold drink, bottled, canned or boba— uses it for every type.

If he finds another member using it, he won't hesitate to just snatch it before putting it under his drink aka. 'its rightful place,' as Jake calls it. As the collection grows, so does his greed. He is not sharing.

giving his arm/hand (p.sh)

(y/n) crochets, paints, does diamond art, basically all that artsy d.i.y stuff. And sometimes, she needs extra hands to keep things steady— and somehow, Sunghoon's always there.

"Can you hold this for me?" She asks Sunghoon to hold her crochet hook while she tries to untangle the knot in her thread. He holds it, and very stably too.

She's doing some diamond painting and accidentally knocks her small tray of colourful jewels— Sunghoon already has his hand out, palm facing upright and (y/n) naturally puts her sticky canvas on it like it's a dish, not wanting to accidentally knock it away while picking up a few fallen beads.

They're having a photoshoot and (y/n)'s called onto the set but has a mini fan in her hold— Sunghoon magically appears to take it from her then proceeding to stand obediently at his post, watching her and waiting patiently until she finishes to give her back her stuff.

She's out shopping for clothes and groceries— Sunghoon's there with a shopping basket hanging on one arm and her clothes on the other.

Some even say that Sunghoon's her personal assistant.

ᡣ𐭩ྀི₊ ⊹ masterlist ᝰ.ᐟ✮⋆˙

𝜗𝜚 hi, it’s romi here!! thank you so much for reading to the end!! if you enjoyed it, don’t forget to leave a heart and reblog—they give me some motivation, ya know? but please do not spam like!! X♡X♡, romi ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

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[grimreaperschild]

bones 2

summary: the group starts to adjust to life, you run into a familiar face on a supply run.

warnings: violence, gore, language if i’ve missed anything lmk

a/n: pls im kinda falling in love w this series 😭 but im exited for what’s to come, hope you guys like the new addition to the group ;) happy reading-🦷

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the first few seconds of waking up are always so blissful, your head tucked into the crook of tara’s neck nuzzling yourself impossibly closer as she raked her hands up your back lovingly, but as soon as you blink the sleep out of your eyes the weight of the say settles itself on your shoulders, digging it’s claws in like some oversized evil bird “good morning sleepyhead” tara’s lips press to the shell of your ear and you snuggle closer, she giggles “you slept in a little today baby everyone’s already awake” you stretch “well everyone’s gonna have to wait for me to brush my teeth” you shuffle around and throw some marvel pj pants on to match your spider-man t when you open the door to your and tara’s room your met with ethan fist raised, he jumped back at the sight of you and opened his mouth to talk you hold your finger up “im brushing my teeth first” he follows you like a lost puppy to the bathroom tara appearing beside you shoving a toothbrush in her mouth and promptly disappearing again.

as soon as your spit hits the basin ethan voice reaches your ears “so i was thinking and there has to be others hauled up in houses i mean if we survived so should other people” you turned the tap, no water great. things are going just great. you push past ethan and into the kitchen in search of your girlfriend she’s stood with sam and mindy, you pick up a pan and spoon and knock them together a couple times “family meeting everyone to there seats” you call thorough the house chuckling as you watch everyone scurry to the living room, it’s been a couple days since the outbreak, a couple days since quin. yesterday you and sam had taken the boards down from her room and thrown her body out the window and you’d all spent the rest of the day cleaning the carpet and making her room as nice as possible, you’d closed the door and boarded it up again out of respect.

you stand in the middle of the room, the coffee table having long been pushed out of the way the only person your missing was anika and you eye the stairs through the door you mentally count to 5 smiling as she rushes down the stairs right on cue “sorry im late sorry guys im here, here” she holds her hands up stepping between people to claim her spot bedside mindy “the waters out sooner than we thought” a collective groan could be heard from the group and you held a hand up to silence them “yes i know, not ideal but we planned for this remember? me chad and sam go scout outside see what it’s like” “im still mad i pulled the short straw if we were measuring dick sizes i wouldn’t have to go out there” “that’s only because me and y/n don’t have dicks, bird brain” you snort and cover your mouth pretending to cough when chad shoots daggers your way “i guess i can’t put this off any longer anyone have any weapon ideas? i atleast wanna be iconic” tara gives you an unimpressed look but you continue on anyway “i was thinking we could hit up the wilderness shop down the way they have guns and stuff good place to loot” sam nods her head “yeah and for the way there i’ve got some climbing gear like picks and stuff” you cock your head to the side “how do i literally live with you and not know we both climb?” her head shoots up “your my sister in law and i don’t know you climb?” excitement lacing her tone “whoa hold your horses im not your sister in law yet” tara gives you another unamused look as sam goes to grab her gear “what do you wanna get married” anika pipes up “i can officiate, chad can be the flower girl” mindy laughs at the statement elbowing her brother in the side “why cant i be a flower girl” liv frowns “because your gonna be the ring bearer” “ethan’s definitely gonna be my best man” ethan’s head shoots up at your words a grin on his face “minds your my maid of honour and sam you can walk me down the isle” “deal” sam agrees having only heard the last end of the conversation.

you grab 2 picks from sam and throw one to chad “let me get out of my pjs and we can go” the light atmosphere turns thick the weight of what’s about to happen, you lean against the door and rest your hands on your knees in out, in, out everything’s ok it’s all gonna be ok you take a shaky breath standing tall, your ashamed to say you jump when you hear 3 soft knocks on the door tara’s head peers in “baby” she breathes and it’s unnaturally soft, it makes you crumble tears cascade down your cheeks “oh, baby” she takes you in her arms “i’ll be waiting for you right here when you get back” she rubs your back softly “when did i become leader” you choke out voice muffled by her neck “i cant do it, why do they all look to me, im not enough” you let yourself cry on her shoulder till there’s nothing left to cry tara whispering sweet nothings in your ear until you pull yourself away turning to get dressed.

when you walk back into the living room dressed in black cargos white t and a light brown knitted jumper tying your hair up in a ponytail chad and sam are waiting shoes already on, you flop onto the sofa as tara brings you your combat boots you tug them off tying the laces tight. “you guys ready?” you look at the faces of the people around you “as i’ll ever be” chad mutters sam nods solemnly in acknowledgement, you stand and make your way to the front door slowly “ethan, liv i want you on door duty, tara mindy i want you on watch” you strain as you move the dresser from the front door you step back and grab your pick as sam unbolts and swings the door open slowly surveying our surroundings “y/n” you turn at the sound of her voice and she presses a soft kiss to your lips your heart flutters at the action “come home, be safe” you allow chad and liv to have there moment before slinging your bag over your shoulders and taking the first steps out the door.

your hands are griping the pick so tight your knuckles are white as the 3 of you make your way down the street towards the hunting store, you’d never seen woodsbrough so deserted some bodys were laying on corners or in the street but you tried not to focus on them as you push on forward, you stifle a laugh as chad bumps into a lamppost while trying to look behind him “good job superman” he rubs his head and shoots you a glare “i don’t see you trying to watch our 6” sam bumps his shoulder “what is this? cod zombies? roger roger” you snort “that’s actually from starwars cod zombies kinda just screech like metal heads” you shudder at the thought “bookie” before anyone can call you a nerd for your starwars comment someone barrels into you knocking you to the floor, you let out a grunt as the person lands an elbow into your stomach effectively winding you “SHIT y/n, fuck i didn’t know it was you im so sorry” the girl stands quickly pulling you to your feet with her.

you stumble into the wall hands falling to your knees pick long forgotten as you suck air in threw your teeth winded for the second time this week it feels like there’s a running theme here. then you look up at your assailant and any air you’d managed to scrape into your lungs was knocked out of you again, amber. my amber, our amber. you blink up at her eyes wild, she was your and tara’s ex of a few months her parents had forced her hand as it “wasn’t normal” or whatever, your thoughts are interrupted as she throws herself into you “tara?” it’s a question you wrap your arms around her “safe, you hurt” you pull away quickly inspecting her “n-“ she’s cut off by chad letting out a yell, you see the brute before she does and you shove her aside diving for your pick in the road, he’s big. easily 6’4 and built he used to be in the biker gang but his leather jacket hangs off him in tatters sam swings her arm back and gets him right in the chest definitely breaking a few ribs by the sound of it she tries to pull her weapon out but it’s stuck he lets out a groan and swings her to the side following quickly as she tumbles to the floor, you make your move while he’s distracted hitting him in the back of the skull, he goes down but you don’t stop 1, 2, 3 hit after hit to his head, brains are smushed onto the pavement and your sprayed with blood as you feel hands on your waist pulling you back “he’s done he’s gone it’s ok” you breath again looking for sam thankfully she’s ok.

the 4 of you make it to the hunters shop with no further incidents sam opens the door for you nodding as you pass by her ok definitely not shaking the title of leader anytime soon better embrace it your eyes land on a hunting knife 7 inches long, Damascus steel with a leather bound hilt you pick it up and it fits your hand like it’s made for you, you smile as you clip it to your belt turning to the pistol rack to choose your gun, gotta pick something iconic you see a revolver not too dissimilar to the one rick in the walking dead has bingo. you silently thank your dad for the shooting lessons he gave you as a young teen clipping the holster to your belt you chuck all the guns and amo in your bag as you can then the gleam of metal catches your eye.

oh, now that, that is iconic overkill? sure but who’s gonna miss out on the chance to carry round a fucking sword you grin as you pick up the roman style sword “really?” you look up to see amber stood with a familiar glint of adoration in her eyes “you telling me i don’t look badass right now freeman?” you smirk as you situate the sword on your hip “im from the fucking roman times, unkillable if you will” she chuckles to herself “you dork” “yeah yeah whatever” she’s armed with a baseball bat and a shotgun good decision. you take a look at everyone, chad is playing with nunchucks and sam is stuffing knifes into her bag “it’s getting dark out, we need to head back ambs you coming with” you wince at the hopefulness in your voice “tar won’t want you out here alone” sam shoots you a knowing look and your eyes fall to the floor “yes. i’ve been in my house alone i was terrified” a pang of sympathy shoots threw you “your safe now, i promise” she holds out her pinky and you interlock it with yours “always?” “always”

oh fuck me. this is going to be the death of me.

[nipuni]

im sure you get this question all the time but how do you go about procuring those amazing outfits? do you thrift, get things tailored, make items yourself? do you buy things as you go or do you search for specific items one at the time? it's just that id love to have a style like yours (but masc haha) and i always wonder how you do it because i wouldn't know where to get clothes such as you wear anywhere, let alone for a price i can afford. and also, now im here, thank you for your amazing art, it always brightens my day when you post <3

Hello! 🥰 I collect pieces from different places that I feel fit the aesthetic I created for myself, kind of like character design, and I stick to certain silhouettes and color palettes that I already know I will feel comfortable in.

In my case I go for structured pieces instead of flowy draping ones, plain colors over patterns unless it's straight lines, earth and jewel tones on the warmer and muted side, medium height heels, gold over silver, etc. All of this makes for safe purchases for me no matter the store or outfit

Most of my clothes I buy from the historical reproduction shops I list under my posts ( I made a list some time ago here and also in the tags of each post as well as in my Instagram )

Some of these shops are on the more expensive side but offer custom tailoring which is ideal and a must for me because I'm built weird 😅 so I try to get my staple pieces there and plan the whole outfit around it before purchasing.

Then you can get the basic pieces to complete the looks from regular stores! stuff like plain shirts and trousers I usually get from places like Zara

I also thrift at curated stores which makes it easier to find interesting pieces (Edwardian revival from the 70's, capes, belts, handkerchiefs, scarves, bags and hats are some of the things I go for) I don't go with an outfit plan in mind for this, I just look around every once in a while and see what I can find and what I can do with it since it's usually very cheap too. I've also found that thrifting for masc clothes is way easier (at least where I live?) for some reason. I go antique shopping for accessories too, hats and pins from the 20's!!

Then the more specific and inexpensive stuff to tie the outfits together I get from aliexpress, (like the clock bags) and for blouses I also shop at lolita stores online sometimes

When it comes to planning outfits I just play dress up in front of the mirror like you see in the videos I make, I pull out a bunch of stuff from my closet and start matching. it helps me see what I'm missing or what colors would work best or which cut or fit creates an interesting look. It also helps you see and remember everything you have so when you are shopping or dressing up to go out you have this mental library and know whether something new will fit in with your wardrobe or not.

I also got a sewing machine some time ago and I'm teaching myself to sew! So far I've only fixed mine and my husband's clothes to make them fit but I'd love to move on to making my own clothes eventually!

I think that cultivating a personal style makes shopping for clothes easier and allows you to invest in pieces you know you will keep without fear of them going out of style and you don't feel the pressure to update your whole wardrobe every year. it's also super fun and has helped me build confidence and feel a lot more at peace with my appearance. I hope any of this helps you 😭 I rambled a lot I'll stop now!! Thank you so much for the kind words!! ❤️❤️❤️

[misc-obeyme]

I see people talking about MC using the demons soap and it's really cute, if you don't have sensitive skin. The fandom seems to agree that all the demons safe for barbatos maybe, use scented soaps. I have sensitive skin so if I run out I'm using barbs. And if his makes me break out I'll make a mental note put my ointment on and try to tough it out.

Something tells me the R.A.D uniforms would make it worse. Like "barbatos, I'm itchy and my skin burns can you go buy me soap, and more of my ointment?..."

Or maybe "Diavolo I'm stealing your satin pajamas because they help me not want to rip my skin off" just ranting about skin struggles.

Bows for barb

Hmm well I don't know if I agree with the idea that they all use scented soaps, personally. I mean obviously Asmo probably has some, but I would say he probably has an entire collection of various things. Different fragrances, sure, but also just different types of soap. He might have one for sensitive skin, too.

But to be fair, if you were living in the castle there's no way Barbatos would let you run out of your own soap, especially if you have sensitive skin.

For some reason, I imagine Diavolo having just like... a standard manly soap, you know? I think most soaps have a sort of scent to them unless you go out of your way to buy unscented. So I see him having something that's like... mahogany and musk lol. He uses some kinda rose scented stuff on special occasions.

Barbatos seems like he'd be practical and have something standard, but I could see him using a nice cucumber melon. Or perhaps something like sea breeze... really subtle and light.

No matter what they use, though, I suspect Barbatos would go out of his way to make sure you're comfortable. And Diavolo would happily let you wear his satin pajamas. If you really like them, he'll probably get you a matching pair. (Though if his pajamas are extra large on you, he'll find that super adorable.)

[password-door-lock]

Mystictober Day 28-- Elegance

You can’t understand why Saeran insists on playing dress-up with you (950 words). 

“What’s the point of this, again?” You ask, raising your arms nevertheless so that Saeran can put the shirt on you. It’s a very nice shirt, all things considered— which is why it’s beyond weird that Saeran is the one dressing you in it. He’s made it very clear to you that he doesn’t think you deserve nice things.

He scoffs. “Shut it, toy. I’m sick of telling you everything over and over again.” 

“Okay, fair point,” you drawl. “Except that you haven’t explained this to me once, and also, most of the stuff that you tell me over and over again is not, like, stuff that I asked you to say. You can’t really hold it against me if you decide to be mean to me multiple times.”

This revelation does not seem to comfort him as he buttons the silk shirt. The perfect contrast to Saeran’s stiff, angular suit, your entire ensemble is loose and slouchy, though still constructed from fine fabrics. It’s clear that he wants you to look nice. It is not, however, clear why he would want that. 

“Ugh,” Saeran makes a big show of sighing and looking out the window in response to your irrefutable logic. In his defense, it is very funny, which was probably his intent. Sometimes, when Saeran is ‘tormenting’ you, he forgets himself and makes you laugh out loud. “We’re meeting with the Savior, prince(ss),” he explains very slowly, “And I don’t want you looking like you crawled out from under a rotten log just to go see her.” 

“That is very specific,” you point out, “Like, scary specific. Crawled out from under a rotten log?”

“That’s how you normally look.” But if that’s the case, then why did he install a camera in your room? You doubt that he would want to spend so much time staring at you if you really did look like you’d been living on the forest floor.

“Okay,” you’re not gonna argue with him. Besides, you have bigger things to worry about— Saeran might be in a bad mood, but the threat he poses is nothing compared to the one you’re going to face when you meet Rika. You’ve got to mentally prepare yourself to make sure you don’t say anything that will get you or Saeran hurt. 

“So you admit it,” Saeran sings, “If you know you look disgusting, why do you keep on doing it? You’re just making my life harder on purpose, aren’t you? Such a handful, toy.”

“Why do you even care what I look like, anyway?” You’re a bit uncomfortable under Saeran’s scrutinizing gaze as he paces in circles around you, a predator surveying his prey. “I mean, why do you care if I look bad for the Savior? Aren’t you just going to get rid of me, anyway?” You’re annoyed with him, but that doesn’t stop you from worrying about him… or from wanting to make him laugh. Your relationship with Saeran is complicated, to say the least.

For a moment, Saeran stops in his tracks, and you think you’ve managed to fluster him beyond the point of answering you. But, of course, eventually, he does reply. “I don’t care what you look like,” he claims. “Ugh, stupid toy. Why would you even think that?”

“Because… we’ve been playing dress-up for three hours, and you’ve put me in five different colors of the same exact shirt?” You offer. “The black one is better, by the way. It matches with your jacket.”

Saeran stares at you for a moment, then puts the black shirt back in the closet. “Like I’d go along with an opinion from a toy like you,” he scoffs. You probably should have seen that one coming. “I just don’t want you to embarrass me in front of the Savior.” 

“Sure,” you nod along, although of course, you have your own ideas about his motivations. Still, you’ve long since learned that arguing with Saeran is an uphill battle you are not prepared to fight.

“Now.” Saeran stops pacing and makes his way over to the vanity, where your jewelry collection resides. “Does gold or silver suit you better?”

The question is so abrupt and so out of character that it catches you off guard. “I’m sorry, what?” 

Saeran offers you a wolfish smile, as though perhaps he had been looking for an opportunity to talk down to you, and you’ve now delivered it into his lap. He starts again, slower. “Does. Gold. Or. Silver. Suit. You. Better, prince(ss)?”

You shrug. “How would I know something like that? And isn’t it up to you, anyway?” 

Saeran mutters something under his breath— you’re pretty sure the word ‘useless’ crops up in there a couple times— and resumes rifling through the jewelry box. Most of what you have came from Ray, and you’re pretty sure that it’ll all look okay on you. Saeran emerges triumphantly with a silver necklace similar to the one he wears. You can tell he’s having fun with this. Maybe all this time, he’s been fighting the urge to spoil you absolutely rotten. Maybe his feelings are just as complicated and confusing as your own. 

“Put this on,” he orders, “I have to figure out what to do about that smell of yours, or else it won’t even matter what you look like. Don’t waste my time with any more questions.”

“Ray left me some perfumes,” you gesture in the general direction of the bathroom. 

“Ugh, and you’ve been using them? No wonder you stink so much,” Saeran complains. “Go wash it off and then get dressed. I don’t have time for this.” You should have known his softness wasn’t going to last.

[frecklystars]

I need some advice, if anyone is willing 🙏✨

I purchased a La La Land screenplay from someone on Etsy, apparently signed by Ryan and Emma for an extremely affordable price. I thought "oh, there is NO WAY in HELL these are real." and then I agonized over it for a few weeks because my god I need some serotonin, and I have a little bit of spending money left, and I WOULD like a La La Land screenplay, bonus points if it really is signed by Ryan and Emma.

Finally, I bought one, reading on the seller's page that they do full refunds/returns within 14 days of the delivery. So I had nothing to lose if I ended up discovering the autographs were fake, I could just send it back and get my full refund. No shipping fees either.

Screenplay got delivered. So gorgeous, everything looks all nice and official, got a Certificate of Authenticity with matching serial numbers. I had high hopes, at first. The sharpie Ryan and Emma supposedly signed with have bled through the page, so it cannot be a reprint. But I did some research on the "Certificate of Authenticity" and it is probably fabricated. I am 99% sure. Someone could easily fake this certificate, slap on some holographic stickers they made themself, and then mimic Ryan and Emma's signatures using their own sharpies.

It says it was certified by 8FL*X institute (the * is an "i" -- I won't type the name out fully because I'm afraid it'll show up in the tumblr search results, and this guy apparently has a tumblr with a shit ton of "receipts" on him. but more on that later) and - guess what - that is not an actual institute run by multiple people. That is a website run by one (1) dude -- the very dude who sold this to me on Etsy. On the certificate, it's HIS name that is signed saying it's official. Did he witness Ryan and Emma signing this?? I have no clue. How would I know that. I don't know how this stuff works tbh but I'm pretty sure it's not real, seeing someone selling *multiple* signed scripts for just $61 each, with a lot of A list celebrities.

The holographic stickers and serial numbers seem legit, but there is no way for me to search them online to check if they're authentic. It's as if he basically said "yep these signatures are real" and signed the certificate himself. Also, if you search "8fl*x nick" on tumblr, there's a whole ton of discourse??? because he apparently leaked a screenplay for Stranger Things when he wasn't supposed to, or something??? Listen. Listen. I fucking HATE mob mentality on this hellsite; any time there's a call out post about someone, I take that shit with a grain of salt, because you don't know what's real or not, whether or not the "sources" of someone's wrongdoings are completely fabricated screenshots or not, because it's SO easy to make fake screenshots these days. but I still think it's worth mentioning here that there are existing "receipts" on this guy, bc knowing there's discourse abt this seller just in general... doesn't help me feel reassured whatsoever.

If anyone is able to figure out a way that these signatures are legit btw, that would be great. but like I said, I don't know anything about buying online autographs. Maybe there's something I can do to verify, and I just don't know it.

Anyway I debated on whether or not I should keep the screenplay, decided in the heat of a moment "ah fuck it, I wasted money", I contacted the seller and didn't mention why, I just asked for a refund without any explanation -- to my surprise, have had no trouble! He's totally willing to give me a refund without any question. Huge relief. So if I am willing, I can get a full refund and send this most-likely-not-actually-autographed screenplay back.

Except. Now... I keep thinking about it... do I actually want to give it back? I mean yes it is the smart thing to get my money back but... here's the thing. I don't own a La La Land screenplay - like, physically in my hands. I love collecting screenplays. There's a La La Land screenplay for sale online for ten bucks, but it's not the one I want, and I'm not very fond of the cover for it... I can't find another La La Land screenplay anywhere online that's as pretty as this one. There's the 2013 original version and there's the 2015 final draft version, both are really fucking good and totally different. Lots of good content. This seller put together the 2015 version, and the colors look so nice, there's photos in the front when you open it up before you get to the signed page, it's just... it's so pretty. The signatures are pretty, even if they are most likely not real, it's kind of fun to just... hope blindly that maybe, just maybe, they're real. 99% sure that they're not -- but that 1% chance is nice to think about!

So, my question: is it smarter for me to get my full refund and just settle for not owning a La La Land screenplay? Or should I keep this, despite every time I look at the signatures I feel a pang of disappointment and think to myself "ah man that's not real and I spent sixty bucks on it" ??? OR... or. or. should I return this screenplay, get my refund, and then... just .... print the screenplay myself... and make my own very pretty screenplay???

If I go that third route -- HOW do I potentially print out the entire screenplay myself? If I knew how, I could include pictures of Ryan and Emma and just put together my OWN La La Land screenplay. Oh, hell, why stop there?? Why not replace Mia's name with mine, make a whole self ship script out of it, put my own story with Sebastian? Add some drawings?? Make it look like a real screenplay. That would be such a fun project.

But... I don't own a printer and I don't know if it would cost fifty bajillion hundred thousand dollars to go to a printing shop and ask them to print up a hundred pages for me. Or... is that too big of a project to take on? Am I just being silly? ;-;

ok thank you to anyone who took the time to read this. I love u.

[dungbeatposse]

THE RAMPAGE AND COLOURS PT. 2✨🎨

turns out i am diligent enough to complete the series! thanks again for reading my rambles!! it's been really fun writing like this, using my thinker to delve deep into stuff. again, i'll try to keep it simple and short.

i'd love to here other's thoughts on what colour they think the rmpg member's are, and maybe i'll do another for other groups too :DDD

if you hadn't read part 1 yet, go here. there i covered likiya, zin, riku, kenta, rui, yamasho, kazuma and hokuto. now, i'm gonna finish it off with the last 8 members. note, these were harder to think about than the first post (and when i say hard, i mean fucking HARD). so buckle up yall.

shogo - celeste (#95bfbc)

initially, i wanted to give shogo a warm colour. maybe a yellow or orange, but it didn't feel like it suited shogo for me. i knew i wanted to choose a colour with very vintage vibes. then, celeste caught my eye. it's a bright blue that looks well on its own, but when paired with warmer colours, it shines brighter. shogo might not be one of my favourite members, but he is his own work of art. calmer, but still with a bright presence.

shohei - pale chartreuse (#cde37f)

it was either yellow or green for him. bouncing between two, i had a difficult choice to make. then, i went "why not the middle?" chartreuse is very striking and is mostly a colour that looks amazing on its own. however, it's also strong with other colours, being able to stand out amongst them. shohei is not just his goofiness, or his more hard-working side. for me, chartreuse is a colour that combines both of his strong aspects into a vibrant person that is shohei.

itsuki - ginger (#f0a748)

ok, i'm gonna be honest. i chose ginger because of mars. i couldn't help it! i also thought about giving him a white colour, but it didn’t really fit as well as orange did. i think that he also has very orange cat energy. he very much does his own thing and has a tiny bit of a chaotic side too, though his initial vibe is cool, calm and collected. like itsuki is a cat trapped in a human body.

kaisei - sea green (#43a36d)

when i think about kaisei, i think of strong. not just physically (gaddamn that man is CUT), but also how mentally strong he is. pairing that with how his soft and friendly his character is, i just knew i wanted to give him a nice natural colour. something that matches his growth and resilience while also maintaining a nice calmer shade to match his softer side. i think something like sea green that was rich and vibrant was perfect for kaisei.

makoto - royal blue (#3238b3)

i know, ruby red is probably a better choice, but here me out. makoto always gave me a very regal vibe, with his strong features and the way he carries himself. considering his h&l character having a blue theme, the cooler aura he tends to have and the regality he was giving me, i think royal blue suits him well. the deeper, richer blue tone that sticks out elegantly matches what i think of makoto.

ryu - wine red (#521e1c)

ryu was always going to be wine red for me. it’s a colour that’s not too obvious, but also not something that’s going to disappear into the background. along with the fact that ryu looks fucking great with darker reds, i specifically chose wine red because it’s a colour that isn’t bold but still manages to have a strong impact. it matches his less outspokenness, but his beautiful aura of both maturity and softness.

takuma - peach orange (#f0654d)

i think i default creativity as a shade closer to pink/peach. i initially wanted to go for salmon red, but i settled on something closer to orange because 1) his hair and 2) it’s closer to a spring colour that suits him. i admire his creativity and his interests in art and fashion. for me, takuma has a refreshing aura that’s both sweet and soft without being too subtle. which kind of made me think of peach flavoured konjac jelly.

takahide - light green (#83bd68)

oof. takahide… he was like the final boss. i cycled through several options before settling on this one. there was yellow, orange, light pink, red, even pastel purple. i started to look through his older looks, tsuji looks etc. i thought about giving the whole ass rainbow but that would be a cop out.

then, i thought about his relationship with ryu. where ryu is shyer and reserved, takahide is the opposite. making them mirror each other would be perfect! giving him a light green was a choice i never saw myself making. but somehow, it worked. maybe it’s because of how naturally charismatic takahide is (i always tend to associate charisma with green), maybe it’s because he does quite a few green hair looks, or maybe it’s because his emoji is a goddamn frog.

but it works!

[jazarigi-joestar]

Becoming a Tennis Ace [Jazari x Luigi Fanfic]

The following was kickstarted by a Question of the Day in a server. Here was the prompt:

"Is your F/O good friends with anyone in their source, and are they friends with you? How about any enemies? How do you interact with your F/Os friends / enemies?"

This fic explores the rivalry between Jazari and Daisy and their final clash durings the events of Mario Tennis Aces!

Word Count: 3553

I accidently made one of Luigi's friends into an enemy by dating him. You can probably guess where this is going. Princess Daisy! Famous empress of Sarassaland who is also famous for being the love interest of Luigi, and she knows it. The two did date in the past from 1991 to around 2008. Luigi was the one to break the partnership off due to his lifestyle of living with Mario and being on the downlow is in direct competition with marrying a literal high-profile empress and having to move out of kingdom to be with her. Daisy did not take it well but did not directly fight back against Luigi's decision, however the two never made the split-off super public (same for even getting together actually) so fans would still spectulate on "when they'd get together" and stuff. Daisy used this to her advantage to still live vicariously as Luigi's woman without actually dating Luigi.

But Luigi had moved on. And Luigi was single. And in the summer of 2014 had a 'lil run-in with a certain purple clad New Donker that developed into something more. Something more that couldn't be hidden forever.

When Daisy found out that this random guy managed to steal "her man" she was livid, but not upfront about her jealousy. Like any excellent ex she decides to be very passive aggressive over her emotions and subvertedly takes them out on Jazari. Typically these advances don't even work on him because he's autistic as fuck and it's really hard to be passive aggressive with him or they ended up making him look more appealing to Luigi lol. Then the Mario Party incident happened in 2015-16 (date undecided in my lore). With a game that is famous for causing aggression combines with a woman who is naturally competative and her main competition in this game is the man who is currently dating her ex, yeah shit is about to go down. Whether intentional or not she triggers his C-PTSD with a bitchslap during one of the matches leading to Jazari to run off to find somewhere to shut down and Luigi to notice this absence.

Some of the most angry I have ever seen Luigi was when he found me hiding behind some shrubs in whatever Grasslands based party board we were on and seeing that hand imprint. He's a calm and collected type of angry, gentle to those he knows didn't cause anything (and doesn't want to upset them either) but incredibly sharp-tongued to those who wronged him/others. He knew better than to confront whoever did this upfront in the game, so he picks Jazari up, says a few choice words to Mario to explain his sudden departure, and leaves the game along with Jaza.

He already knew who did it, the hand size and flowered embroidery in the mark told all. Frankly, Luigi was downright disgusted with what Daisy had done even if Jazari wasn't trauma sensitive you don't just physically assault someone outside of assigned minigames. And because of Jazari being triggered he had a mental spiral that lasted quite a while, leading to a number of things that would go on to improve himself and his bond with others. The most notable was Luigi going to Daisy's castle himself just a couple days after to give her a piece of his mind, completely disregarding Mario and Peach's concerns which is very out-of-character for him.

I heard what transpired that fateful vist shook Daisy so hard she couldn't even look at him for months which was completely fine with Luigi because he had more important things to worry about.

There is a conclusion to all this, a conclusion that couldn't be made without my improvement. See when you hit rock bottom after thinking you would be permanantly safe living with, oh I dunno, your celebrity idol you somehow managed to rizz up and only the most powerful international hero in the entire Marioverse just to have that security slipped from under you by one of their own close friends the only way forward was up.

After the inital shock and fallout Jazari had a job to do, a job to put Daisy in her place without any of the dirty work the empress is known for. He tackled his demons head on, working through trauma with Lu, shaving his hair to finally properly heal up his hair issues after basically a decade of neglect at his birthhome, and getting on testosterone finally because he had nothing to fear anymore. Nothing more to lose.

It took a bit for his appearence to settle, his hair to grow back, the world to normalize after being hit with a dimensional merge involving paper, a dimensional merge involving Rabbids (that he accidently got Rabbidfied in the process), and the entirely of motherfucking Super Mario Odyssey (which led to Mario realizing he had everything he ever wanted out of a partner with Jazari after Peach's rejection), but soon he was ready to come into the spotlight again.

In 2018 a tournament would be held, a tennis tournament to be exact. It would be one of the biggest tennis events in the kingdom and Jazari loves some good tennis. He couldn't even hope to compete however without proper training and guidence but thankfully a certain Luigi rival was more than happy to help. And it would give the chance for Waluigi to make Luigi jealous over someone giving him more attention insead so he gladly accepted free of charge.

Learning tennis from the second best tennis player in MK was vital for Jazari's plan to work as up until this point he has no awakened Star Power. To summerize, Star Power is the magical awakening of an elemental specific ability within a Star Child. There are around 8 main types, Fire (example Mario), Thunder (example Luigi), Wish (example Peach), Foral (example Daisy), Strength (example Wario), Dimensional (example Waluigi), and Star (example Rosalina). Having an awakened Star Power is vital in Mario Tennis Aces to perform Trick Shots, which slow time in order to hit a fast moving ball and are often in response to a Special Shot, which are the most powerful and fastest moving shots in the game that rely on your Star Power. Jazari has none of these because he wasn't a Mushroom Kingdom native (a kingdom that specializes in awakening your Star Power) so he was at great disadvantage...

Or so it would seem, if his base tennis skills weren't as good as they were by someone who never played regularly or competitively before. Seeing such potential made Waluigi even more interested to teach him because while he would not be the one to take down the long running tennis tournament champion, maybe this guy just might (and he could gloat and market his services afterwards for a get rich quick scheme).

Oh yeah, that long running tennis tournament champion? Daisy. Jazari was out for blood going against her pride and joy, the sport she loved the most and excelled at.

With Waluigi's guidence and competitive edge Jazari was able to leave an imprint early in the game. Being without any Special or Trick shots made his quick success that more impactful, understanding which standard shots to use to throw his opponents off guard as they had become too expecting of someone with magical ability. And he had a killer serve knowing exactly when to hit the ball with peak speed after months of practice.

Your advantage of using shock from your lack of magical ability does wear off pretty quickly though when dealing with a 29 character tournament. Getting into the semi-finals just on pure brute force alone was nothing to sneeze at, but it wasn't Daisy. And he needed to get to her.

Matches started tightening up, Luigi losing suspiciously easy to Jazari was the only moment of reprieve from near broken rackets (resulting in a win to the non-broken player) and deuce matches becoming longer and longer. He had to push through.

Daisy was pretty shocked to see the finalist matchup to say the least. How could someone with no Trick Shot even manage to lob against a Special? She almost wanted to cause a fuss about it being rigged, but the taste of beating his ass was too tempting to ignore, and as she walked right into his trap she came up with a devilish plan on her own.

This entire thing didn't go without any anxiety on Jazari's part either, he isn't some perfect Mary Sue. The weight of what he just put himself into with this final match was almost too much to bear as he stood by the sinks in the breakroom white-knuckle gripping the rim, not sure if he needed to puke or cry. Because of how high profile the competators were he was allowed a great amount of time between matches and a much more private breakroom than most. At least, it would've stayed private hadn't Luigi walked in.

In the heat of pursuing your goals you often forget what caused you to start in the first place. Your reason for trying. This entire tournament wasn't for him, but for the man that stood in front of him. Who was looking very tempting in those shorts of his.

One lore important intimate stress relief later and Jazari finds himself with a newfound pep in his step. A bitch needs to be put in her place backed by the blessing of her less-angry-more-annoyed-if-anything exboyfriend. Especially after the stunt she decides to pull on Live T.V. during shittalk before the match begins.

"Listen here, bucko. I know you think you're all high and mighty because of your high profile sugar daddy and being the successful underdog, but this is MY game. And in my game we play by my rules."

"If you win, you can gloat about it all you want. But when I win, I take my man back."

Of course, one last trick up her sleeve because she's backed into a corner. Well now he was in that same corner too. He said no he would look like a coward and insecure, so he did what he had to.

"...Ya think scare tactics work on me? I've fought my way here, you're just someone who intimidates to get what she wants. Go ahead with your stupid bet, I'm not gonna be the one who has to deal with trying to the Green Guy back."

He saw that striking anger flare up in her eyes, the same one that overpowered him those years ago. But that was then and she can't use the same tactics twice.

The immoveable object meets the unstoppable force with a strong serve from Daisy and a even stronger lob from Jazari, causing her to already use some of her Star Energy for a Trick Shot. All it took was that one starting shot for him to understand everything about her playstyle. She's become overreliant on her magic, more than likely just breaking rackets using tricky Special Shots instead of actual skill. There was only one way to test that theory...

Watching her not make any Star Energy costing moves for multiple passes was telling about what to come. A full gauge means a full Special with plenty of time to aim (wonder why she would need that...). That Special Shot came, blew right past him, and hit the ground in the out zone. A purposeful lose-lose situation (hit too soon, break your racket, hit perfectly and lose a point due to the ball being out) that would have gotten any other player.

Seeing the realization of who she's dealing with couldn't help but make Jazari grin.

"What? You think I was cheating this whole way through?"

"Well-! I-! You-! UGHH!!"

"...Petty tricks like that don't work on me hun, try to play for real next time."

Daisy being pinned down only makes her more dangerous, he couldn't let his ego overcome him just yet. Suspicions where correct when she landed another perfect serve. It's hard to find anyone who can master the serve, twice in a row was lucky, so he didn't become discouraged just yet. He just played as he always did until she hit him with another Special Shot. An inbound one this time that he still purposefully avoided. Now they were 15 to all.

Not hitting Special Shots is a very cocky move, even for him. Typically he would go for them even if he got racket damage as other players used these shots as an opportunistic advantage, not a crutch. He was also purposefully misleading her into sending it out a third time where he was able to perfectly hit and make her miss her next shot.

30 to 15.

An.. unfortunate pattern was quickly emerging. Jazari gets the advantage and Daisy quickly sneaks up after with another point. Would playing fairly ever win against someone with magical advantage?

Skipping ahead all the tennis jargon and mistakes and fault-findings both make the pattern proved very true. The two were evenly matched in a incredibly long and grueling game of deuces. No one was truely getting the advantage and neither were willing to just end with a tie despite worries of overexaustion from fans.

Being beat out of the tournament Mario and Co. were sitting in the bleachers watching this all go down. The tension was thick, especially from the twins who were behind Jazari. In a switchup compared to their typical demeaner Mario was the one standing up anxious, gripping the railing while Luigi was... oddly calm.

"I- I don't know how you could do it, Lu. You guyes reputation is... a bit at stake right?"

Luigi just hums, showing he's listening but not really agreeing.

"He fine. Practice. Prepare," he pauses before finding his next words, "He not leave 'til beat."

"This is his first game! Ever! He's going to wear himself out!"

Lu's hand softly twitches in response, Mario knows how to hit his nerves. He points at Daisy, "Look."

Daisy... was frankly a mess by this point, hair sticking to her, exhaustion in her eyes, and she had to remove her crown long ago due to the weight bothering her.

He shifts his fingers direction, "Then, Jaza."

Jazari was also equally a mess, if not worse than Daisy. But only physically. He had something she did not. A glimmer of a will to keep going in his eyes.

Luigi clasps his hands together afterward with a content smile and eyes full of adoration, "See? He fine!"

Mario could only simply nod in agreement.

Jazari on the other hand was reveling in seeing the princess in this state. A state she's not familiar with, but a state he's more than comfortable being in.

"Neva had to work this hard before, eh Tuts?"

A scowl and a sharp "Shut up and just serve the damn ball!" in midst of pants was all he got in response.

"Hm, odd, just an hour or so ago you were all about taunting me and when I return the favor you just want to play like normal? Are you all bark and no bite?"

Something important about Mario tennis games is a technique where before a game starts you can press A to taunt. It seems insignificant, almost useless at first, until I mention the fact that this taunting will raise Star Power. Daisy was abusing this in the beginning to quickly raise her Star Energy and hit Special Shots, but knowing Jazari it's just a waste of energy at this point.

But, what happens when someone with no Star Power taunts enough?

Even after shooting another perfect serve he didn't stop his taunting. He could see how it bothers her, how it cuts deeper into her now that she's tired.

"Your shots are getting slower Daisy, I'd watch out if I were you!"

High powered Trick Shot in response, even stronger slice on the return.

"Heheh, having to rely on your magic again?"

It is invigorating, heart-pounding to be so confidently spiteful. Winning doesn't even matter anymore Jazari had successfully humiliated her at her own sport.

But, he couldn't stop. The footwork, the paddle angles, the speed of the ball had become second nature by this point. Or maybe his feet were becoming numb by this point. Didn't matter anyway as Daisy loses to a Drop Shot from how her tiredness has slowed her down.

Finally, an Adv. to 40 on Jazari's side. Daisy was getting angry again so now it's all or nothing. Due to her conserving her energy she was able to hit a Special Shot right off the bat, a shot the Jazari hit too early on causing racket damage. A lot of racket damage. This was no good. One wrong move later and all his efforts will be forfeit to someone who frankly didn't deserve the honor of victory.

And because of how much energy she had stored, she Special Shotted. Again. He couldn't be afraid this time. He won't be afraid this time.

Time seemed to slow down upon that thought, allowing him to quickly jump over to the ball's position before striking it back with perfect accuracy. He couldn't figure out the crowd's sudden silence or the wide-eyed look of astonishment from Daisy and the ball was moving too quickly for her to speak. Jazari was quick on the retort.

"Yeah, yeah, I can hit Special Shots good when I want to."

His taunts weren't just taunts anymore as a spark of gold aura appeared whenever he successfully completed a quip now. Daisy realized almost immediately, too bad Jaza was too focused to care.

"Stop..," was all she could mutter.

"What? I hurt your feelings, hm?" Another gold aura.

"Stop!"

"You want to quit? Only if you surrender your win." Another gold aura.

"Stop taunting!!"

But... it was too late when she saw the signature darkening of the arena as he stopped the ball midair with the flick of the wrist. He stared at the ball confusingly, not fully sure of what he's doing. It felt good to spin it around a little bit though, feeling weightless as well. Before he knew it he had built up some serious speed in the ball and serious altitude with himself and set his ball target to be hit in the same spot as what Daisy hit him with that first round.

All he could do was grin and hit the ball with more force than he'd ever have before. "Take this!"

The sound of a cracking racket and the signature yells from the empress signified the end. Jazari did it, things were finally over. Well, once he gets down first.

No one really tells you how difficult it is to make the landing after being magically put several feet in the air so he hits the ground. Hard. Mario and Co. were quick to rush over, Jazari able to make out only bits and pieces. A soft spoken "Oh my stars!" here, frantic Italian there. Being picked up felt pretty sweet though.

He come to in Luigi's arms walking him somewhere, possibly for first aid. Jazari was quick to squirm out and hop onto his shoulders piggy-back (legs to tired to stand).

"Easy!," Lu was quick to say not wanting Jazari to overwork himself so quickly.

His concerns fell on deaf ears as Jazari fed into the crowds uproar with waves and smiles. They loved it, seeing the Kingdom's newest couple not only beat the previously sought after partner for Lu but do so so dramatically. Jaza didn't understand the full scope of this until he peered down at his chest, his purple tennis top now sporting a weird glowing, pulsating lilac star.

"...What's that."

A giggle could be heard to his left as he turned to see Peach (was she there the whole time... embarrassing). "That's your Star Power! The Star Spirits must have seen your tournament with Daisy as a great accomplishment in your personal journey and granted you their blessing."

Another voice could be heard to his right, Rosalina. "You need to rest. Not only did you put your body through incredible stress but now you have a freshly-awakened Power as well."

"Do I keep the glowy chest thing orrr-"

"The insigna will fade, currently it is overactive due to not being acquainted with your form."

Peach sighed, "I can't believe we got to see an Awakening during such a eventful tournament. Let alone have it be broadcasted on T.V.!"

Jazari couldn't help but groan for how he kept finding himself in these life-altering historical events. Being a Rabbid was more fun than this. His train of thought was quickly broken by Peach not-so-subtlely whispering how Jaza needs to be "treated" to some one-on-one "relaxation" later with Luigi laughing in response. He was quick to punch Lu in the shoulder, "Hey! Not me! I not start it!!"

Despite all the noise and chaos around them Jazari felt at peace, leaning into the back of Luigi's head out of exhaustion. He was fulfilled, he didn't have to prove his worth to anyone anymore. Who wins to the Queen of Tennis??

Jazari felt his eyes close as one last thought crosses his mind.

This guy does.

Reblogs > Likes :] If you enjoyed I would appreciate kudos on the A03 version as well! Becoming a Tennis Ace - Jazarigi - Super Mario & Related Fandoms [Archive of Our Own]

[lifmera]

hi hi!! hope your doing well! i’d like to ask for a romantic hazbin hotel match up! i’m gender-fluid masculine presenting and i use all pronouns, and i don’t have a gender preference! 

My MBTI is ISTP but most people perceive me as a ENTP. i am quite tall, around six feet. i have a strong sense of right and wrong and justice, and i care deeply for others, but i often act reckless and loud because i don’t want to be taken advantage of for my kindness.

i really like being around people, and i like helping others in any way i can, i can be quite selfless at times but i know when to be stern to protect myself.  i am quite social but i suffer from some mental illness, specifaclly bipolar and schizophrenia so it can make it quite hard to understand and connect with others and the world around me.

i am autistic and i often stim a lot by flapping my hands and moving my arms around. i have a lot of different interests, i really like silly things like clowns i think they are awesome and i really like fictional media, i also like collecting toys like my little pony, it makes me feel really happy!

i have a couple hobbies, i really like shopping a lot, i find it to be super fun, i also like writing and drawing, and i’m getting into software engineering! i also like listening to music, i listen to a wide range of genres but my favorites are breakcore, indie folk, glitch core and basically anything that is loud tbh 😭 

i am often disconnected mentally from the world around me, so i sometimes have psychosis and hallucinations, i take medication for it and it works well but i still have episodes sometimes, it really helps having someone to ground me back into reality.

i really like bonding over interests with others and getting people into the stuff i like, i also love listening to others talk about things they like. i have really bad memory so i often forget important things but i try my best.

best way to describe my style i guess would be older brother core 😭??? idk but basically i wear comfy oversized clothes like silly t- shirts with cats on them and pj pants with cartoon characters on them and silly character beanies. 

i really like being shown love by getting gifts and people doing actions of service for me, i kind of have trust issues so it’s hard to believe someone when it’s just words and not actions.

i am super chaotic i love saying unhinged things and just being very loud it’s very fun for me, i like jokingly threatening to eat people  😭 i also often type in all caps.

i am in a lot of obscure fandoms and i LOVE nerding out about my interests! 

sorry if this is a lot 😭 but thank you so much!!

AHHH THE ONE I HAD DELETED 🥲

Hi hun!! This is completely fine!!

I’ve paired you with…. ANGEL DUST!!

When angel first met you, he definitely thought you were super attractive, and decided to hit on you!

But when he got closer to you, he really realized that he was starting to develop feelings 🩷

At first he was super drawn in by your reckless personality, but when you showed your true kind self- he fell in love.

With your sense of Justice especially… when he saw how you treated Valentino… and GENUINELY truly cared about him? It broke down his walls and let you into his heart.

He definitely introduced you to Cherri and you all became BESTIES. They would totally drag you around to parties and such and socialize ! You guys are the LIVES of the party.

If you confided in him about the mental illness and autism, he definitely would ask a BUNCH of questions to understand you more, and also try not to offend you.

He’d also try to help you through your episodes. He knows he isn’t the best comforter, but he tries. :(

If you told him your special interests he’d bolt out the door with you to do those things! Like clowns? LULU LAND!

Collectors Items? THE STORE!!!!

Angel would love to do some of your hobbies with you. Shopping? You guys are staying out ALL DAY. Writing? You better read whatever it is to him. Listening to music? SINGING YOUR HEARTS OUT!

Honestly, he’d probably judge your outfit choice, until he decided to steal your outfit one day, and realized how comfortable it is??

He totally steals ur clothes at night.

Angel would agree with you !! Actions speak louder than words, kinda why he’s at the hotel! Although he’s always pretty sexual, I think he’d be a sweetheart.

The chaotic nature is what brought him in! You guys are always having fun.

He would also LOVE TO listen to you rant 24/7. Even if he cant get into your interests, he’d try. And he’d always listen. It helps him get away from the world.

~~~

I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY?!!

[shining-gem34]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.

NAME: Jade

PRONOUNS: She/Her

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: My main preference is Tumblr IM's or Discord DM's (if we're mutuals). I find it easier to talk one-on-one (or in a group chat) without cluttering my TL. But I don't mind if you want to send me stuff through my inbox whenever it's open! <3

NAME OF MUSE(s): Muses is but a small list expanding slower than...a turtle? Anyway, muses are: Cold Dragon Young (HSR), The Sinner (HSR), Grumpy Brat (Genshin Impact), and my pookie wookie Rookie (OC). There are my test muses the Cupcake Goddess (HSR) and Astral Express Mascot (HSR). I do plan to add more test muses and OC's in the future, but right now I'm content with my small list. :3

BEST EXPERIENCE: My best experience will always be chatting with everyone here about what-if scenarios/ RP / screaming about our muses. <3 While also sobbing uncontrollably as well. ;w; We just love hurting and spoiling our babies.

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS: Nothing comes to mind immediately except, and I highly stress this, communication is key to everything. Please do let me know if you have any boundaries you don't want me to cross and if I've done so by accident. I don't want to play guessing games when I'm only here to unwind and have fun. Especially if it's something that could be easily resolved by talking things out.

If you want to end things and not see my posts, you are free to unfollow/block me. I won't be offended. This is for your mental health and mine.

MUSE PREFERENCES: Hmm! I don't think I have a preference. I typically pick up any muses that I feel I can RP as. Since my muses vary from solitary and cool characters like Dan Heng/Dan Feng to more outgoing muses like March7th and my OC, Rook.

PLOTS OR MEMES: Both! I typically lean into sending memes because it's an icebreaker when I meet new people. :3 Also it doesn't require much brainpower. I do like to plot and send unprompted stuff after a bit of time of getting to know people.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: Long replies is my go-to because there is so much I want to say! But lately, I feel like I'm writing too much unnecessary details and losing track. So I've been trying to cut back on that! Short replies is dependent if I'm in the mood for something casual or it's like text RP happening. Naturally, I do not expect people to match reply lengths with me and stress about it! Write what you want to write, people!

BEST TIME TO WRITE: For some reason, I have an urge to write whenever I'm at work especially in the morning when my shift starts. ;w; Otherwise, it's either at night whenever I can finally sit down and not be distracted doing other things. Or it's when I have these random bursts of motivation to write and lock in.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): In general, not really. I'm not calm and collected like Dan Heng nor am I outgoing as March 7th.

Tagged by: @memovia Tagging: You! If you haven't done it, go do it! <3

[coral-melon]

hiii i saw the matchups thing on the om tag and thought pog i wanna do that so here we are

personality:

gonna be honest with you, im kind of closed off and dont talk to people unless im talked to first BUT i do get very talkative and extroverted when at stuff like cons because i think "wow all these other people are cool and like the same thing as me"

but i still get shy and extra apologetic around people i view as cooler than me like cosplayers. like i will read way too much into an interaction with a cosplayer and sob.

also im kind of... nuerodivergency... in that i do things that i consider friendly but other people think is creepy. like ill make jokes and talk to someone like i would to my friends and i mean well but to them im probably really weird

anyway around friends i just like to be affectionate (if close friends) make jokes and be a silly lil man :3 but im kind of cringe and make references to things i like and memes but hey we are all cringe

strengths:

im good at drawing and singing.. i think? and people say im good at comforting and being rational in emotional situations

weaknesses:

garbage self esteem, ridiculous expectations of myself and also i have the too tired to get out of bed or do anything at all or take care of myself syndrome and also sometimes i lash out butthatsjustbecauseiliveinaplacewhereimnotallowedtoshowwhenifeelupset

looks:

157 cm, im quite thin like more than normal, pale and i look really like hong kong chinese (but im not) i have hair like yumeko jabami and unfortunately im flat

hobbies:

besides drawing, i REALLY like gaming like its my jam and im kinda good at some of them

other:

cats... my beloved <3 i also really really love cutesy stuff like pink and sanrio and stuffed toys.... also im a little mental illness.. and nuerodivergency... but i remain silly

Hello anon! Sorry for the hold up ^^’

Thank you for taking the time to introducing yourself and I hope you end up liking what I wrote for you! I’m also praying it doesn’t feel too out of place ._ .,

I match you with…~

✧ Have a hard time getting out of bed? Not a problem! It’s not like he’d let you leave anyway.. who do you take him for? ((Beel would be the one to make sure the two of you are still alive and well fed👍✨))

✧ When your around him, people would never think of you as odd or weird considering some of the things he says with a straight face.

✧ Never feel self conscious about the things you say or how you say them around him, he’ll understand what you mean even if you didn’t word it correctly. It’s like a six sense that he has.

I’m sorry, I really wanted to write a bit more about your neurodiversity but I suck and I wouldn’t want to offend you in any way.. ;-;

✧ I also imagine him not letting you be apologetic with anyone; why do you have to apologize when it was a mistake for the person to exist in the first place, boo? ;)

✧ Though will tease you if he finds out that you think his cool and all. Gives him a lot of material to work with! Above all though, he likes being able to have a good laugh with you. Your laughs is very soothing to him..

✧ Thought cosplaying was weird — mostly cuz of Levi — But is very open about it if your the one talking about it. Surprisingly also stays fully awake if you go on a tangent about a topic.

✧ Sing him a lullaby, he’ll remember it for all eternity. It won’t leave his head and will force you to come over just so you can at least hum it to him.

✧ He also doesn’t care how thin you are, he always find a way to lay on you in the most comfortable positions. He’s an expert, so don’t even worry about it! >;D

✧ Will most definitely get you any and all stuffed animals and pillows. Not only do you get happy, it also makes your bed a lot more comfortable for him to nap on. He’d give you all the ones the world could offer in a blink of an eye if he could. Nevertheless, you have a large collecting thanks to him!

✧ He attentively watches the things you do, but you can’t really rely on him actually joining you since he might doze off and hit his head somewhere.

End

You said u liked cats and cute stuff and I happened to find out that there was a card of him with cat ears and thought, ‘oh, this works!’

If this bothered you in any way, please let me know! It’ll be good to have some things pointed out if I made any sort of mistake

But other than that, I hope you liked it! Take care✨

[spurious]

how about BTS for O I Think We Should Be Brethren

(Fic-Specific asks)

BTS: I’ll write a DVD commentary about my personal favorite passage from [that fic]

trap card ACTIVATED although i don't even know where to start tbh

O I Think We Should Be Brethren aka Live Oak #4 aka John Sheppard's Sad Gay Life Fic aka the longest thing i have ever completed and posted aka my sort of mcshep thesis

I did a little commentary post on the whole first chapter of this fic, soooooooooo I'll go with something from chapter 2. The thing about chapter two of this fic is that it’s kind of just a collection of episode tags, but I didn’t want it to be just a collection of episode tags, because that would be boring, but I also wanted to hew very closely to canon events but just shown through the lens of John’s developing feelings. What that got me was basically all the very clearly episode-related sections, along with sections where nothing much happens but we get some glimpses into John’s feelings, into their more mundane interactions. I was torn between choosing this or the very early section where John obliquely comes out to Rodney, because that was something I wrote really early on and informs a lot of Rodney’s actions through the story, but I feel like I might have more to say, in the aggregate, about this bit, which is set shortly after the events of The Shrine:

After what Rodney takes to calling his "brush with stupidity," he becomes obsessed with creating documentation for all of the small, essential (according to him) tasks he does around Atlantis.

I think it makes a certain level of sense that, despite having near-on five years of his life being in grave danger multiple times, the possible loss of his mind is what would spur Rodney into the realization that he probably needs to document some shit.

"I can't trust anyone else to know to do this," he explains, manic, when John finds him in a rarely-used lab at three in the morning. He's bent over a Frankenstein abomination of Earth and Ancient tech (and no small measure of duct tape), something he's obviously jury-rigged himself, and he's in such a state that, thankfully, he doesn't even think to ask why or how John found him there at this hour. "What the hell is it, Rodney?" John tilts his head, stepping in closer—it probably won't explode in his face, he figures.

Why John found him there: because he knows Rodney's driving himself nuts trying to document a million tiny things and hasn't been sleeping. How John found him there: life signs detector and several years' practice studying the Wandering Habits of the Wild McKay

"You know that old joke that the entirety of modern digital infrastructure is all leaning on some free, open-source project being thanklessly maintained by a random guy in a basement somewhere, and the whole of the internet and probably the world's banking systems will break when he either gives it up or dies?" Rodney says, hitting somewhere close to a personal best on words-per-minute and not even stopping for John's answer. "No, wait, of course you don't, you're not a geek."

I stole that joke from XKCD but it just came into my mind and I would imagine Rodney spitting the whole thing out in one uninterrupted breath. (anyway i did link it in the endnotes so)

John scowls. "Hey!" "Fine," Rodney acquiesces, "you're not that kind of geek." And that, John can agree to. He'll match Rodney on comics and sci-fi trivia and mental math, but he's never gotten too into computers that aren't on board something that can go very fast.

John being offended that after all these years Rodney still thinks he's a jock is just, cute to me alright. He's a geek, he likes geek stuff, he's just also hot and has generic man interests as well!! I like the bit about computers that aren't on board something that can go very fast, though, that feels...correct to me.

"So this is Atlantis's free, open-source project and you're the basement-dweller who thanklessly maintains it?" "Exactly," Rodney answers, apparently too wrapped up in the work to notice John's lovingly-crafted insult.

All of John's insults are lovingly crafted.

"And you're writing documentation for it?" John pulls out a chair, sprawling lazily so he can get a look at what's on Rodney's screen. He's got a laptop open with a dense-looking brick of text he's typing additions to, and a tablet with what looks like a hand-drawn schematic pulled up on it. "Oh, well-spotted, Colonel Obvious," Rodney says drily, rolling his eyes. "I doubt anyone will really understand what it does, but Zelenka's a competent enough engineer to at least be able to follow a manual." "Right," John says, and then he sits, watching Rodney type, poke at the device, curse, and type some more. About five minutes go by before he speaks again. "You could also consider just staying alive so you can keep fixing it?"

John, five years in, having watched as Rodney slowly lost everything that makes him him, is a bit weak. That's really the only explanation for why he just says the quiet part out loud, here, even though he's trying to make it sound like a joke. I like this scene because it feels right to have them have this kind of conversation, this kind of bare, quiet intimacy, while the rest of the city is asleep, cocooned together in a lab with Rodney's tech all around them.

"Well, yes, obviously that's what I would prefer as well," Rodney says peevishly, the clacking of the keyboard turning a shade violent as the pitch of his voice rises. "But apparently this galaxy has other plans for me, and it was honestly foolish of me to have gone this long without coming to terms with the fact that I could die at any moment without anyone able to continue my work, so—" John doesn't think, his hand shooting out to grab Rodney's as it flails through the air in a helpless, fatalistic gesture. Rodney stops, mouth half-open, and just stares at John's hand, wrapped around his wrist, fingers curled against Rodney's palm. They're frozen like that, both staring at their hands, until Rodney says, voice quiet, "John?"

I love this part, this image right here. John not knowing what to do and just wanting to make Rodney stop and breathe for a second. Rodney absolutely stymied by the sudden physical contact, the nearness to hand-holding, enough that he uses John's given name. Rodney's actually going through a lot, emotionally, during this fic, that all becomes eventually clear in chapter 3, and this is definitely one of the sections I wrote with all of that very much at the forefront of my mind.

John squeezes Rodney's hand, just once, and looks at his face. "I'm not going to let anything happen to you, Rodney." And it's a promise John knows he can't keep, but it's also the only thing he can think to say, because he desperately wants it to be true, to be something he can say with certainty. Rodney, of course, is a man of science, and he understands reality, understands probability. "You can't promise—" John squeezes again, feels out the broad thickness of Rodney's palm. "I've done it up till now, haven't I?"

This scene has echoes of their beer on the pier, where Rodney tries to say goodbye and John just won't, legitimately refuses to, like, engage with reality? Because on some level I think John actually does believe that he can protect Rodney, can keep him safe from harm; he knows he'll give his life for that to be the truth, and he hopes, deep down, even though he's tried very very hard to extinguish that very hope, that his love, his devotion, will be enough.

Rodney's eyebrows knit together, his gaze darting around, and then he nods, quick and final. "Yes, I suppose you have."

Rodney may not know the true depth of John's feelings, but he believes this, too. Believes in John, in a way I don't think he believes in many things.

Love and honor, protect and cherish. Till death. It may not be vows, but it feels like them, to John.

Here's the wedding vows motif making an appearance again. John, fatalistic, eyes wide open, pledging and devoting his life to Rodney even though he doesn't think it'll ever be reciprocated, because he can't do anything else. Can't do anything less. He tries, several times, throughout this story, to pull away and put some distance between himself and Rodney, and every single time it ends up failing, for one reason or another. He's drawn back into Rodney's orbit, inexorably, but he's also so wrapped up in his own inwardly-directed misery that he doesn't realize Rodney's drawn to him right back.

He swallows around the lump in his throat, standing up and using their joined hands to pull Rodney up with him. Their hands slide apart, and John steps back, puts some distance between them. "Now come on, that big brain of yours needs some sleep."

Literally right here he's putting physical distance, after saying what, to John, amount to wedding vows. It's too much, too open, and he needs to get them back to an equilibrium because it feels dangerous to let that moment sit between them for too long.

"Yeah, alright," Rodney says, gathering up the laptop and tablet before he follows John out the door.

god. okay. i gave myself a lot of feelings writing all this out!!!!!!!!!!! i love this story so much, i think it's probably the best thing i've ever written, and.....idk i'm happy to talk about it forever and ever so thank you for asking???????????????????????? seriously.

[lovesosweeet]

MAY THE BEST MAN WIN

competing for the best toast at their best friends' wedding, calum and tanner go from being pretend rivals to… something like friends. maybe a little more? may the best man win.

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part one

“Tanner, right?”

The blonde woman dressed in a magenta sweater, baggy jeans, and green sneakers turns to find the owner of the voice that just spoke to her, ripping her gaze from the photograph on the wall. 

“Yep, that’s me,” she says with a bright smile.

The man holds his hand out to her to shake. “I’m Ryan. Big fan, and also a friend of Lou’s.”

Tanner smiles even bigger, but instead of shaking his hand, she pulls him into a hug. “Ryan! Oh my goodness, it’s so good to finally meet you!”

It’s the opening night of their mutual friend Lou’s newest photography collection at a gallery in London. Both Tanner and Ryan are photographers, which is how they know Lou, but they’ve never met, with Ryan constantly on tour with 5SOS and Tanner always chasing down new projects in new cities. Tanner has followed Ryan for so long and somehow had never been able to meet him, despite being a huge fan of his work.

“I can’t believe we’re finally in the same city at the same time,” Ryan says.

“I mean, I couldn’t miss Lou’s new stuff! Everything he does is so inspiring.” Tanner motions at the space they’re in, filled with fellow creatives and Lou’s photographs blown up to being a few feet tall a piece. 

Ryan laughs, watching as the blonde woman in front of him stares at the art surrounding them with stars in her eyes. “He always cites you as his biggest inspiration, Tanner.”

She shrugs, her eyes fixating on a photograph of an antique watch that Lou has manipulated a lot in Photoshop, warping the edges and adding in colors. She loves it and makes a mental note that she wants to talk to Lou about it later. “Life and art and inspiration and ideas… we all share it. It’s not yours or mine or his. It’s ours.”

Tanner refocuses her gaze onto Ryan to find him shaking his head at her. “Y’know, I always wondered if your ‘spiritual, perpetually philosophical and uplifting’ thing was just for Instagram.”

Tanner rolls her eyes. “I’m not like that. What you see is what you get.” 

Ryan smiles. “Good. The best people are like that.”

She nods, her smile matching his. “Totally.”

“Tanner! Ryan! You made it!” Lou appears from the crowd with his arms open for his two friends.

“You know I don’t turn down a chance to come to London,” Tanner chimes while she hugs the photographer. 

“The show is sick, man,” Ryan tells his friend, hugging him after Tanner lets go.

“Surprised both of you could make it, honestly,” Lou chuckles.

“Literally! I’ve been hoping to meet Tanner for so long now.”

Tanner blushes and shrugs. “I am just a girl with a camera and a dream.” 

Ryan and Lou laugh loudly at her comment and share some kind of knowing glance. 

“The guys are gonna lose their minds when they find out I used my days off to come to London and meet the Tanner Thorne.” 

Tanner raises her eyebrows. “The guys?”

She knows who 5SOS is, and she assumes that’s who he’s referring to. Who doesn’t know who they are? How do they know who she is? Sure, photographers and some models know who she is, but people don’t just know who photographers are, even if they’re the ‘famous’ ones. 

Ryan laughs quietly. “You know, the loud, tall, gangly men in 5 Seconds of Summer.” 

She rolls her eyes. “I know who they are, Ryan. Why would they lose their minds that you met me?”

She’s really that clueless? Ryan thinks.

“Tanner, you and Valerie are one of the most iconic best friend duos on the planet. Everyone knows who you are,” Lou explains. He’s used to Tanner being like this. She’s humble and unaware of the effect she has on people. It’s endearing. 

Valerie Summers is Tanner’s lifelong best friend. She’s also one of the biggest supermodels in the world. Tanner and Valerie were discovered simultaneously, with Tanner behind the lens of each photograph of Valerie that caught the media’s attention. When Valerie got her first modeling contract, a photographer that worked with the agency asked Tanner to be their apprentice. At the age of 17, the best friends move to New York to begin their careers in fashion. 

Their careers took off, with Valerie eventually moving to LA to pursue work there and Tanner beginning the start of her nomadic lifestyle that she still leads. They don’t see each other much, but at every fashion week or awards show, you can find them attached at the hip the entire night. Tanner knows Valerie is a star, but thinks of herself as just a girl in a press pit, taking pictures and hiding in the wings.

“You didn’t hear it from me, but Ashton is obsessed with Valerie. Watches every single interview she does, buys any magazine with her face on it, says it’s the biggest goal of his life to have her breathe on him.”

Tanner snorts with laughter. Ashton Irwin, the drummer, has been Valerie’s celebrity crush for years. Val has never had the guts to approach him, even though they follow each other on Instagram. It’s too funny of a coincidence. Valerie bought Ashton’s solo album on vinyl and has it framed in her bathroom. Their obsession is mutual, and nobody knows it. Until now.

“You’re shitting me,” Tanner giggles, but when she looks at Ryan, she can see he’s being completely serious. 

“Obsessed.” 

“Val’s into Ash, Ryan,” Lou says, laughing just as much as Tanner is.

Ryan’s jaw falls open. “What? No, no way!” 

Tanner shakes her head, still laughing. “Obsessed. Superbloom is her most played album of all time.” 

With wide eyes, Ryan shakes his head too, starting to laugh with his two friends. 

Deciding it’s fate that brought them together, Tanner knows what she has to do. She needs to get her best friend on a date with Ashton Irwin, and the way to make it happen is right in front of her.

“Here, let’s get them together, Ryan. Give me your phone. You should totally give Ashton her number.”

[turbulentscrawl]

Hello, good morning/afternoon/evening/night. I was wondering if I could get a matchup?

-I go by she/her and they/them. I'm still figuring out my preferences but if preferably to be matched with a male character.

-I am an infp, 4w3, love language (both giving and receiving are alright with me). When around people I'm unfamiliar with I'm more introverted and don't talk much but when around people I'm familiar I'm more talkative and expressive. I have trouble expressing myself (I express myself through my art sometimes not most of the time though so I'm more quiet on my emotions and just bottle it up) and I have trouble with understanding myself on an emotional level.

-My hobbies are drawing, reading a piece of literature or any book, making paper flowers or small clay items. I'm interested in the paranormal, urban legends, conspiracy theories, abandoned places, true crime cases, missing persons cases and I have a deep fascination with animal skulls. I'm a big fan of found footage or analog horror despite being someone who's easily scared.

-My personal flaws would probably be I tend to talk or mumble to myself, probably my anxiety when it comes to meeting new people or even interacting with someone, I can't say no to someone most of the time, I have a very messy sleep schedule, I get irritated easily and that I do procrastinate alot so most my work is done last minute or half assed.

-I don't have many life goals but some basic ones are getting into an art school (I hope to get into fine arts or architecture) and getting a good paying job to sustain myself in life, the more weird ones are exploring an abandoned building or town and doing some ghost investigation or starting a small animal skull collection.

-For relationship deal breakers would be someone who judges or compares me too much as I'm extremely insecure of myself and someone who doesn't respect boundaries (as I dislike physical touch even if the person touching me (like a hug) even if they're someone I'm close to but if they do I'd prefer if they tell me beforehand that they want a hug).

Thank you for reading this and I apologize if this was very messy, you don't have to do the match up if it's too little information to work with.

I Ship You With...Aesop Carl!

-This pairing is made due to your similarities! You both require patience concerning emotional communication and social anxiety, which I think should be easy given you can empathize with one another's struggles.

-Aesop has to be with someone who doesn't rely on physical touch to feel loved, and it's even better that you prefer not to have much of it at all. When either of you do need some contact, he prefers it to be bluntly stated so you can both mentally prepare for it. And when you do need something like a hug or a hand to hold, he prefers to be able to keep a skin barrier, like his gloves.

-Aesop is strict about some of his own scheduling, but doesn't care much about your own. His work and health are his, and yours are yours. That's not to say he doesn't care about your wellbeing...but he doesn't see it as his place to nag you. He'll give you an occasional reminder about your to-do's but otherwise he lets you handle your own stuff.

-Your Lova Language is missing from your 2nd point, but I'm guessing it was either Words of Affirmation or Quality Time based on the rest of the info, both of which Aesop prefers himself. He is a bit awkward about delivering praise--when he received it growing up, he was always paranoid that it was fake, and he's concerned you may feel that way when he does it--but he always has plenty of nice things to say about you in mind. Additionally, he loves parallel play. He's more than happy to sit near you while you both engage in your own hobbies and just check in with you occasionally.

-He's not easily disturbed or scared, so your love of true crime, analog horror, bones, and other "creepy" things don't bother him. He's likely to sit through some with you in his spare time--though he would like to put his two cents in throughout the video. Even when it's outside of his expertise, he obviously has a lot of experience with anatomy and bodily injuries. He's got some interesting perspectives, and may even help you conquer your fear of them a but to have them dissected?

Runner Up: Orpheus