#WHICH IRL I HAVE ONE AND IS NAMED LUCKY IN MY GAMES!

[luckyyyduckyyy]

a challenger approaches! surrender all your candy! >:)

OH HO HO! A CHALLENGER! You'll be taking no candy from this gal, no-sir-ee!

Only two pokemon each? Then let's make this a double battle shall we?

Alright everyone! Let's-!

I knew the security system would finally come to use! The last log was only a few minutes-

Ah.

To think we've found TWO criminals... Verrrry fortunate. I believe we indeed did. Let's apply them to the this new route.

NEW CHALLENGERS: SUBWAY MASTERS SUN AND MOON GO FULL STEAM AHEAD!

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We're so cooked....

(I had too much fun making the faces.... I had to do multiple versions)

[mononijikayu]

merry–go–round–of life — ryomen sukuna.

👹: “I miss you so bad it’s leaking into my game. Satoru played Grease in the gym to cheer me up. It was terrible, babe.” Your reply is instant. 🧪🌌: “Please tell me it was ‘Hopelessly Devoted.’” 👹: “Of course it was.”

🧪🌌: “God. I love that man.” He lets out a laugh, short, breathy, wet with something he won’t name. He leans forward, elbows on knees, staring at your texts like they’re the only thing grounding him to earth right now. He smiles as he types his next words. 👹: “I’ve got a window. A short one. I can maybe fly out tomorrow. Just for a day or two, babes.”

Genre: Alternate Universe — Volleyball! AU;

Warning/s: General Rating, AFAB! Reader, Use of She/Her, Use of Female Centered Identification, Pet Names (Babe, My Love, Baby, Etc), Romance, Fluff, Humour, Love, Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Lovers, Marriage, Feeling, Light-Hearted, Slice of Life, Idiots In Love, Domestic, Domestic Fluff, Teasing, Healthy Relationship, Friendships, Profanity, Long Distance Relationship, Frustration, Volleyball Pro! Sukuna, Astrophysicist! Reader, Husband! Sukuna, Wife! Reader;

Words: 9k words.

Note: i wrote this in a rush while im constipated and suffering in bed about it. and honestly, im glad i did because this is going to be a happy one, i know a rare treat. but there will be quite a lot of heartache here soon enough. also, yes, the signatures were created by me. i write like that irl. and yes, they both have autographs (reader gets asked by little kids who are interested in science for her signature). anyway, i hope you enjoy this as much as i do. i love you all so much!!!

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THIS WAS WHAT YOU WERE WORRIED ABOUT. It was fulfilling to be able to go and pursue your passions in your respected fields, that was true enough. But you knew this would happen. Your schedules aren’t overlapping the way you need it to be, and you hate it.

You hate how you and Ryomen Sukuna, your famous Olympic volleyball fiancé are like two stars in separate galaxies, orbiting each other from too far away to touch. You both were wanting to meet each other but the thousands of light years prevented you from even finding each other. 

It wasn’t always like this. Back when his training was domestic and your research wasn't demanding 80–hour weeks, you used to cook dinner together at least twice a week.

He’d lift you onto the counter like you weighed nothing, kiss you until the pasta boiled over, and say things like “We’re gonna have the loudest wedding in Japan.”

But now it’s missed calls, unsent voice notes, messages like “call me when you wake up.” followed by hours of silence because time zones are ruthless and the Olympics don’t wait for love. You’re lucky if you catch his voice once a week, muffled through tired laughter and stadium noise. 

And it’s bad that you were the same as him too.

You weren’t just the one being left behind you were running too, just in the opposite direction. You hated that about yourself. Hated how the very ambition that had once made him fall in love with you was now the same thing keeping you from each other.

The worst part?

Missing ten missed calls.

Sometimes more than that.

Seeing his name flash on your phone hours after he tried to reach you — each notification a little wound that you picked at without meaning to. Not because you ignored him. Never.

But because sometimes, you genuinely didn’t hear the phone ring over the sounds of your team discussing propulsion flow models or thermal regulation equations.

You’d come home and find the lunch he packed still untouched in your work bag. Rice cold, vegetables a little soggy from condensation. A sticky note on the lid with his handwriting which was messy and fast, like he was rushing out the door but still thinking about you: “Eat well, genius.”

You didn’t. Not because you didn’t want to. But because you forgot. Or because you were calibrating simulations past lunchtime. Or because you were sitting in some dark conference room answering questions from engineers twenty years your senior.

And the coffee, the one he brewed at 5:30 a.m. with the beans you like, poured into your favorite thermos? You’d leave it on the kitchen counter by mistake, still warm when you got home twelve hours later. That’s how you realized how bad it had gotten. You weren’t just missing him, you were starting to miss yourself too.

Ever since they assigned you to the development of a new rocket mechanism system, this new revolutionary propulsion array meant to change the trajectory of long–range space travel—you knew, in your gut, that this would take everything.

And it did. Your time. Your sleep. Your calendar. Him.

He was lucky to see you after 10:00 p.m — not in the romantic way, but in the “quick, I have five minutes before I pass out on this couch” kind of way. You'd sit side by side, half in your work clothes, his shirt still damp with sweat from training. 

You’d hold pinkies like kids and talk like strangers trying to remember the rhythm of your old conversations. Sometimes you’d fall asleep mid–sentence. Sometimes he would. Everything about it has just been rough.

It’s been a year and a half since he proposed to you. A year and a half since you said yes with tears on your cheeks and his forehead pressed to yours in a moment so still, so real, you swore nothing could ever pull you apart. And yet here you were. Not even a date set. No dress. No venue. No plans.

Not because you didn’t want it. Hell, you’d marry him in your scorched lab coat with grease stains and ink on your fingers if it meant being next to him when you woke up. If it meant not having to count days between kisses. You knew that. He knew that.

But life doesn’t care about how much two people love each other.

Every time you tried to plan, something got in the way. A training camp for the upcoming FIVB league, where he was captain and poster boy and MVP all rolled into one.

Then a week later it was the National League games or in the International Qualifiers. Or a media appearance. A charity match. A recovery period he had to take seriously or risk injury.

And for you, it was just the same. A last–minute research grant that couldn’t be passed up, not when it would fund your entire next project. A call from the head of the department asking you to lecture at an aerospace symposium.

Sometimes it was a request to mentor new hires or new interns. A sudden data spike that cracked open a new theory, one that would require late nights, recalibrations, endless documentation.

It always felt like one step forward, two steps away from each other.

No one was to blame — not him, not you. But that didn’t make it hurt less.

Because when he told you “I’d marry you tomorrow if you asked.”

And you told him “Then let’s do it, babe.”

The world said, “Not yet.”

And you both obeyed silently, painfully, hoping one day it would stop asking so much of you.

You’re sitting in the corner of the office lab today, shoulders slumped over your desk, staring at an untouched to-do list. You’re not crying, not really. But certainly, there’s a tiredness in your bones that not even coffee can fix.

Maryu Hana notices first. She always does. She walks over quietly, sits next to you, and just wraps her arms around your side like she's trying to hold the pieces of you together. Her hair smells like cherry lip balm and lavender softener. She doesn’t say anything yet, just rests her cheek against your shoulder.

“You okay?” Hana asks after a moment, voice soft and small, like she’s afraid that being too loud might break you further.

“No….not at all.” you admit. You don’t bother sugarcoating it. There’s no energy left to pretend you’re fine. “I miss him. We’re supposed to be planning our wedding right now, Hana. I don’t even know when he’s going to get home from his match abroad.”

Your voice cracks slightly on that last word. You hate the way it does. You hate that your chest feels heavy every time you think of him, of Sukuna with his duffle bags, his passport tucked into his pocket like a lifeline, his voicemail always full. 

You used to tease him for being impossible to reach. Now it just feels like the universe is playing keep–away with the one person you’re trying so desperately to hold onto. You could only sigh into your hands and feel the devastation.

Kenji, ever the loyal office goblin and chaotic gremlin of the lab, rolls over on his squeaky stool like a knight on wheels. His hoodie is inside-out, and he’s clutching an energy drink like it’s a sword.

“You need me to hack into the work calendar and ‘accidentally’ reschedule his matches?” he says, completely serious.

You let out a breathy laugh, weak but real. “That would start an international incident.”

“I’ve started worse, bestie.” he deadpans to you. And he was not lying. You knew he had. That’s why they can’t fire him. “Just say the word.”

“I’d….rather not.”

Haruki looks up from his soldering station, holding a screwdriver like it’s the Holy Grail. “Wait. WAIT. I volunteer as a wedding planner.” He rises with the gravity of someone delivering life–altering news. “I’ve been watching Downton Abbey. I’m emotionally equipped.”

“Yeah, me and Haruki could help!” Hana says, looping her arm around yours with a bright, unbothered smile. “After all, it would be like me and Haruki planning our own wedding. Since we had a court wedding.”

You blink. You’d almost forgotten that. It happened so quietly. A lunch break turned into a courthouse appointment. A blurry photo of them holding hands and a paper certificate posted in your group chat with no caption. You remember being stunned, speechless. But not surprised. They made it work.

You found yourself envious of that. Not in a bitter way, not in the why them, not me way. But in the aching, quiet kind of way. The kind where you smile and congratulate them and then cry into your pillow later because it reminds you that love can happen right now if you let it. If life lets you.

And yet here you are. A year and a half into your engagement with Ryomen Sukuna, and still floating in that weird limbo where you’re so in love and so ready but so impossibly stuck with the needs to please the roles you were meant to play.

Your colleagues, they had trouble even getting a proposal out. Haruki couldn’t string a proper sentence together and Hana had to say, “Do you want to marry me or not?” with a pen already in her hand.

But they got married. Quick. Simple. Straight to the point. No ceremony. No guests. Just them and their decision. And it was beautiful in its own way. It was what suited them and their personalities and wants, after all.

But you and Sukuna wanted something different, however. Not necessarily bigger, but shared. You wanted time. The time to plan, to invite everyone you loved, to dance until the floor cracked beneath you.

You wanted him there to argue over cake flavors and sigh at venue tours. You wanted photos in a sun–drenched field and stupid wedding favors no one would keep but you.

But time has not been kind.

“I’m happy for you guys, really.” you say softly, glancing at Hana and Haruki. And you mean it. But your next words are a little quieter. “I just wish we’d had that chance too.”

Hana squeezes your hand. “You will. I know it doesn’t feel like it right now, but you will.”

“Unless Sukuna gets abducted by aliens.” Kenji adds. “Then I’m legally your backup husband.”

Haruki gasps. “Unacceptable. I already wrote my vows.”

Hana raised a brow. “Um, I am right here, as the actual deserving title of wife?”

“Well, if he does show up, I promise you, the wedding would be perfect if I plan it with you.” Haruki says, winking at you.

You snort through the lump in your throat. “Yeah? You're gonna walk me down the aisle too?”

Haruki grins. “In full 1920s suit attire. Ruffles and everything.”

Kenji adds, snickering. “And I’ll build you a hologram of Sukuna to stand in until the real one gets back. Super realistic. Only mildly cursed.”

Despite yourself, you laugh. Really laugh out loud. and it spills out of you in a way that’s raw and grateful and a little watery around the edges. Like your ribs were too tight until now, and something cracked open.

“I just…” You tug the sleeves of your lab coat down over your hands, swallowing the knot in your throat. “I didn’t think it’d be this hard. Being in love with someone whose life is on a global clock.”

“Yeah, I suppose.” Hana murmurs, pulling you in closer, her cheek resting against your shoulder. “It’s hard. But not impossible. You and Sukuna are like… built different. You’ve always made it work, even when it sucks. And you know he hates it just as much as you do.”

You nod slowly. “He texted me last night… paragraphs of it. He said if he could, he’d cancel everything. Just to eat instant ramen with me on the couch. No cameras. No schedules. Just us. In our socks. Watching the same dumb reruns we’ve already memorized.”

Hana lets out a soft sigh, like your pain settles into her chest too. “That’s love right there. Instant ramen and reruns.”

“Haruki doesn’t even like instant ramen,” she adds with a pout, throwing a side-eye at her husband, who glances up, blinking in defense.

Haruki frowns. “It’s not that I don’t like it. I just make healthy options for us. Gotta keep you from living off potato chips and soda.”

Hana gasps dramatically, clutching her imaginary pearls. “Excuse me, sir, do you know how much junk I sneak when you’re not looking?”

“Yes!” he says, flinging his hands in the air. “That’s exactly what I’m worried about, babe!”

“You say that,” Hana points at him like she’s presenting Exhibit A, “as if you don’t drink an absurd amount of Asahi Dry every night.”

Haruki, affronted, gestures to himself with wide eyes. “That’s my only vice! And it’s cultural!”

“You’re such a hypocrite, aren’t you?” she groans, nudging him with her foot.

Kenji, never one to waste a perfectly chaotic moment, raises his energy drink like he’s toasting at a wedding. “Ah yes. Romantic, romantic ramen. Love brings you together!” he says sagely. “The cornerstone of any healthy relationship.”

You cover your mouth to muffle another laugh. “You guys are idiots.”

“Correct on that, captain.” Kenji says proudly.

“But you’re my idiots, to be sure.” you add, blinking away the dampness in your lashes. 

And for the first time in days, you feel… lighter. Maybe not fixed. Maybe not even okay. But held. In this tiny lab full of solder smoke, caffeine, and nerds with poor sleep schedules, you are loved. And that counts for something. Maybe everything.

You look down at your phone, Sukuna’s texts still sitting there, glowing softly against your palm like a heartbeat. Instant ramen, huh? You think you’ll message him back soon. Maybe you should even leave a voice mail.

Maybe even send him a picture of the lab gang yelling over takeout later.  Let him know you're not alone. Let him know you’re still here. Still his, still waiting for some time to just be together again and love each other again.

You tuck your phone into your pocket, your gentle fingers lingering against it like maybe….Just maybe. You could go on and press hard enough. Maybe, you might let him feel you from wherever in the world he is right now.

Hana gently nudges your side again. “You should text him. Or call, if he’s awake. You’ll feel better.”

You nod, already thinking about it. You’ll do it. After this moment. After sitting in the warmth of people who don’t ask you to be okay before you’re ready to be. “Yeah….I should….”

Kenji spins once on his stool, as if the energy drink has finally hit his bloodstream. “Alright, I’ve made an executive decision. Emergency wedding planning simulation. Just for morale.”

Haruki blinks. “What?”

Kenji claps his hands. “You’re going to hate this, but—boom. Picture this: rooftop wedding. At sunset. Hana officiates. Haruki cries.”

“I don’t cry!” Haruki objects.

“You absolutely do, a lot!” Hana says, smirking. “You sobbed at that ad with the puppy and the blind man.”

“It was emotional!”

Kenji continues like he’s narrating a movie trailer. “Reception at a space museum. Guests get party favors that are actually mini thrusters. There’s a robot bartender. And instead of a first dance, you and Sukuna spike a ceremonial volleyball at a target shaped like all your problems.”

“I can 3D print that target.” Haruki mutters as he opens his tablet. “Give me two days. I can reuse the program from the last rocket thrusters. Just need to edit them to smaller size, of course—”

You throw your head back and laugh again, tears still clinging to your lashes but now glinting with amusement instead of grief. “Stop, stop.” you groan, covering your face. “This is the dumbest thing—”

“—and yet you’re smiling,” Hana sings, pulling you closer. “Which was the point.”

You drop your hands and meet her eyes. “Thanks, everyone.” you whisper. “I’m grateful for all of you.”

Kenji gives you a goofy little salute. “Anything for our favorite overachiever–in–love.”

“You mean resident astrophysicist–in–love, no?” Haruki corrects, tossing a bolt across the table like a mic drop.

You shake your head, heart sore and full. There’s still that ache, that missing piece in your day-to-day rhythm that only Ryomen Sukuna fills. But tonight, for just a little while, it’s dulled by something soft and familiar. Love that stays close, even when your person is far.

Later, maybe after everyone’s gone home or dozed off at their stations, you’ll sneak into the break room and video call Sukuna. He might be in a different timezone, maybe halfway through his physio routine or brushing his teeth in some hotel room you can’t pronounce.

And when he picks up, and sees your face lit up under the sterile break room light, you’ll tell him: "Let’s eat ramen together this weekend. You, me, whatever city you’re in. I’ll bring the pocket Wi-Fi, baby. You bring the cup noodles. I love you."

Because if there’s one thing this moment reminds you, it’s that love like yours doesn’t disappear. It adapts. It lingers. It waits. And finds its way back. Always. Because love wins all in the end. It will always win in the end. 

IT HAS NEVER GOTTEN THIS BAD BEFORE. But now it has and there’s just really no way to stop it. Usually, there was a way to calm himself down. Yet, it's not working right now.

Since you are busy like him and you can’t call him often or spend time with him. Ryomen Sukuna is just as frustrated on the other side of the world. No, maybe not just frustrated. Since his spikes are getting everywhere.

The volleyball slams against the court floor with such vicious precision that it echoes like a gunshot, ricocheting off the walls in a wild blur of movement.

Coaches flinch. Teammates keep their distance. Balls aren’t just being served. It was like they’re being launched like warheads, and everyone knows better than to say anything about it now.

Everyone except Vice Captain Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru stands just beyond the service line, arms folded across his chest, sunglasses still on like he’s at a beachside photo shoot and not inside a national Olympic training gym. His expression is unreadable, but even he knows something’s off.

Ryomen Sukuna doesn’t talk.

He trains. He spikes. He glares. He barely sleeps.

And it’s getting bad. Because he misses you. Because he hasn’t held or seen you in over a month at the very least. Because he hasn’t heard her voice since three time zones ago. And it was obvious to everyone that he was just upset.

His chest is tight. His lungs feel too small. Every part of his body is coiled with an energy that doesn’t know where to go. Except into the ball, into the court, into whatever’s in front of him that isn’t her.

Another spike. Another blur of motion. Another dull ache in his wrist. But that didn’t matter. He doesn’t care about that right now. He cares about being able to air his feelings. And probably hearing your voice later, if you pick up.

“You’re gonna fracture something, Captain!” Satoru finally calls, breaking the silence.

Sukuna says nothing, panting through his nose. He’s drenched in sweat. Muscles straining. Every vein on his arm is a live wire right now. He huffs a breath as he goes on and picks up another ball.

“Y’know, Mr. Lover Boy….” Satoru continues casually as he fixes his jacket. “Most people go for a walk or write sad poetry when they miss their fiancée. You? You look like you’re trying to kill the floor.”

Sukuna turns his back on him, fists clenched, shoulders rigid. “I haven’t seen her in weeks, or spoken to her in days.” he mutters, so low Satoru barely catches it. “Didn’t even get to call last night. I fell asleep with my phone in my hand.”

His voice is rough. Like gravel dragged across asphalt. Like the exhaustion finally caught up to him. But that’s probably how it just is with his schedule.

He’s both in the National Team and in the V.League. Then there’s the training camps and the other stuff like the press. And it’s rinse and repeat, as always.

Satoru sighs and strolls over, dropping down into a squat like a coach babysitting a storm. “That’s rough, really.” he admits to him, still a bit playful. “Real tragic. Definitely calls for alcohol and sad jazz music.”

Sukuna’s jaw ticks. “We’re supposed to be planning our wedding, you know that?” he says after a long pause. “It’s been a year and a half. We haven’t even picked a damn date.”

Satoru doesn’t say anything. He knows better than to offer empty platitudes. “She’s got this new rocket system project. Her team’s finally getting funding, which is good. She deserves it.”

“Hm, you said that the other day.”

Sukuna’s voice is softer now, but bitter–edged. “But every time we try to plan anything….anything and absolutely anything, something comes up. Her lectures. Our training camp. Her research. The World Cup qualifiers. Another damn seminar or match or trip across the globe.”

He exhales hard, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I hate this.”

“I know you do.” Satoru says gently.

“She doesn’t say it, but I know it’s wearing on her too.” Sukuna looks down at his hands. The same hands that have sent balls flying like missiles, the same hands that haven’t been able to hold hers. “I don’t want her to feel like she’s putting everything on pause for me. Or that I’m putting her last.”

Satoru’s expression softens, sunglasses slipping down just enough for his eyes to show. “She wouldn’t stay if she felt that way.”

Sukuna finally meets his gaze. His voice is low, threaded with an ache he rarely lets show. “She’s the only thing I want more than this game.”

And that’s saying something, coming from Ryomen Sukuna, who loved volleyball with everything he was. Whose entire life has been volleyball since he was tall enough to touch the net. But he loved you more. He loved you more than volleyball. You were his life. You were his everything.

Satoru claps a hand on his shoulder, grounding him. “Then keep wanting her. But don’t burn the rest of your world down in the meantime. You’ll get back to her. Sooner than you think.”

But Sukuna’s heart is elsewhere. With you. Always with you. He dreams of the way you tug at your lab coat sleeves over your hands when you're tired.

The sound of your laugh through the phone when you’ve got your headset still on. The way you’d always try to make time, even when you couldn’t. Even when the world was pulling you in a thousand directions too.

He’d give up all of it in a heartbeat. He knew that. All the fame, the medals, the arenas, if it meant just waking up beside you every morning he has in this life, then he’d give it all up. No alarms. No training. Just you in his arms. Breathing soft against his chest. Home, in its purest form.

But he can’t. Not yet. So he breathes, barely.  And spikes another ball, like it’ll keep his heart from shattering. Sukuna’s next spike hits the far wall so hard it rattles the bleachers. It echoes loud and sharp, like the crack of something breaking. Satoru doesn’t flinch. He sighs, long and theatrical. 

“Well, that’s something.” he mutters, “He’s officially in full sad, long–distance lover mode. Talk–jutsu failed. We’re in phase two: Rage Despair.”

“Is that like a boss level, Gojo–san?” Itadori Yuuji asks, jogging over with a towel slung around his neck. His cheeks are pink from drills, hair stuck to his forehead, sweat still trailing down his temples. “Because he looks like he’s about to go feral.”

“Yuuji–kun.” Satoru turns to him, hands on hips. “It’s time.”

“Time for what?”

Satoru grins, wide and devious. “Operation Cheer–Up–Sukuna–With–Sheer–Stupidity.”

Yuuji blinks. Then lights up like a puppy who just got the go-ahead to fetch. “YES.”

Before anyone can stop him, Itadori Yuuji barrels toward Captain Ryomen Sukuna like a human golden retriever missile, arms open for a completely uninvited hug. Sukuna glared at him as he saw him coming towards him.

“RYOMEN SUKUNAAAAAA!” he yells mid-run. “YOUR SOULMATE WOULD WANT YOU TO SMILE!!!”

Sukuna turns just as Yuuji launches at him. His first instinct is to side-step and deck him. His second instinct is still to deck him. But he hesitates just long enough for Yuuji to latch on, full koala-style, arms wrapped around his shoulders, legs bracing like he’s riding a moving train.

“You smell like rage and heartbreak!” Yuuji wheezes against his chest. “Let it out, Captain!”

“I will kill you, Itadori!” Sukuna growls, trying to shake him off. “You best be fucking ready to do dive serves, you punk!”

“You need love!” Yuuji cries.

At the same time, Satoru pulls out a Bluetooth speaker from absolutely nowhere, presses play — and suddenly “Hopelessly Devoted to You” from Grease begins blaring through the gym. All the staff and coaching team were either about to laugh or disappointed. The rest of the team looks like they were used to this. 

“Oi, are you actually serious right now?” Fushiguro Megumi barks from the sideline, dropping his water bottle.

Nanami Kento walks in from the hallway, pauses at the doorway, and squints at the scene. Ryomen Sukuna dragging Itadori Yuuji across the court like a furious god with a clingy barnacle.

Gojo Satoru dramatically sings into a protein shaker. The ridiculously loud Grease soundtrack echoing like it’s karaoke night in hell. It was just not something that anyone can see everyday. And yet, this was the normal of the Japan National Volleyball Team.

“No, no.” Nanami says flatly, “No. Absolutely not.”

He marches toward the chaos with his usual calm menace. “Itadori–kun, get off him. Satoru, turn that off. This is a place of discipline. Not a high school musical.”

“Aw, come on, man!” Satoru whines back at them.“It’s a classic!”

“Sukuna doesn’t need musical numbers, Vice–Captain.” Megumi deadpans as he drags Yuuji off the fuming captain. “He needs peace and a phone call with his fiancée, probably followed by a ten–hour nap too.”

Yuuji flails dramatically in Megumi’s grip. “He needs love! Let the man feel things!”

“I am feeling things, you punks!” Sukuna growls, voice low and dangerous. “Like the urge to end your entire career.”

“You see?” Nanami says out loud. “This is what happens when you let emotions run unchecked. He needs focus. Structure. Calm.”

Sukuna, despite himself, lets out a sharp breath. Almost a laugh. Almost. “I need her, right now.” he mutters instead, wiping sweat from his brow with the hem of his shirt. “That’s it.”

Everyone goes quiet for a beat.

Megumi, releasing Yuuji with a shove, glances at him sidelong. “Then call her.”

Satoru grins. “Yeah. Do that. And then I’ll serenade her on speakerphone so she remembers how charming we are.”

“Try it, Gojo. I’m telling you it will not end well.” Sukuna mutters, grabbing his towel. “See how fast I put you through a wall.”

But there’s less venom in his voice now. And maybe, just maybe…. a flicker of peace behind his eyes. Because even halfway across the world, in a gym where every breath feels like a battle, he can still hear her voice in his head. And maybe, if he hurries through the cooldown, he’ll get to hear the real thing.

Sukuna sits on the bench, finally. Shoulders hunched, towel draped over his head like a ghost of defeat. His elbows rest on his knees, fingers threading into his hair as he exhales sharp through his nose.

He’s not broken, he knows he’s not. But god, he’s tired. Of the distance. Of the ache. Of pretending it doesn’t chip away at him every day.

Megumi hands him a water bottle without a word. It’s cold. Reliable. Exactly what you’d expect from him. Sukuna takes it, mutters, “Thanks.”

Nearby, Yuuji’s still pouting on the floor with a bruise forming where Sukuna elbowed him. “I was trying to be supportive, you know!” he mumbles. “Hugs are powerful.”

“They are, Itadori. We know.” Megumi replies blandly. “But not when they come from a hyperactive golden retriever on suicide watch.”

Yuuji gasps. “I am a comfort animal, I’ll have you know.”

“More like a feral street dog, with Gojo around.” Nanami mutters, adjusting his glasses as he heads toward the exit. “You two make it too much when you’re together.”

Satoru lounges next to Sukuna now, tossing a volleyball from hand to hand like the whole near–homicide was just another Tuesday. “You know…..” he says casually at you. “You could surprise her. Hop a flight, spend a day with her before qualifiers start. No press, no entourage, no distractions. Just you and the astrophysicist hottie of your dreams.”

Sukuna gives him a side–eye like he’s grown a second head. “You do know how training schedules work, right?”

Satoru shrugs. “Yeah. But I also know how you work. If you don’t see her soon, you’re gonna combust and take the rest of us with you. God help us, we might even lose a game and miss international spots if this keeps up.”

“He’s not wrong, Captain. Stupid as he is.” Megumi adds, already back to stretching. “You’re like a ticking emotional bomb right now.”

“I could forge some documents, you know.” Yuuji pipes up from the floor. “Like a fake conference about biomechanics in volleyball and propulsion—”

“Absolutely not.” Nanami cuts in from across the court without even looking back. “We’re not being fined by the FIVB because of that, Itadori–kun.”

“But come on!”

“We’re abiding by propriety. No other words.”

Sukuna’s quiet now. Still. Because the idea’s in his head. You’re probably in her lab right now, probably up to your ears in data and test simulations. Probably hasn’t eaten since noon. Probably sipping cold coffee because you’re too focused to remember it’s there. 

You’ll have a blanket wrapped around her shoulders even with the heater on, hair in a bun you forgot to redo, typing with that deep furrow in your brows you always get when you’re close to a breakthrough.

God, he wants to see you. He wants to hear you mumble something scientific he won’t understand and then laugh when he repeats it wrong. He wants to lean against your chair, press a kiss to your temple and feel the tension in your shoulders melt. He wants to hold your hand. Fall asleep beside you all day in your comfortable bed, for once.

He stands. “Where are you going?” Satoru asks, though there’s a smirk forming already.

“To shower, you punks.” Sukuna mutters, already walking. “Then maybe check flights.”

Yuuji gasps. “IS THIS A ROM–COM AIRPORT MONTAGE IN THE MAKING?”

Sukuna points at him without turning. “You say one more word and I’m dumping you in baggage claim.”

“Don’t worry, you can come back in two days, one day at most.” Gojo Satoru says with a beaming smile. “We can say you needed the break. So, don’t worry too much. Plus, I’m sure Yuuji–kun here can cover your spikes while you’re out.”

“I’d be honored to do it in the name of love, Captain, Vice–Captain!” Yuuji beams at them, blush echoing in his face. “Let’s go, Fushiguro! I need to practice some spikes!”

“Itadori, wait! Fuck, you’re shoe laces are untied!”

For some reason, he didn’t hear that. What mattered to him right now was that his heart already feels lighter. And somewhere, even across time zones and orbit paths and Olympic demands, you’ll be surely feeling that too.

Steam still clings to his skin when Ryomen Sukuna steps out of the shower, towel slung low around his waist, hair wet and dripping onto the tile.

The exhaustion that weighed heavy on his shoulders during practice hasn’t disappeared, not completely, but it’s dulled now. It has softened at the edges like an ache he can almost bear.

He rubs the towel over his hair, muscles tense and jaw tight, still debating whether he should risk flying out or at least try to call again. And then his phone buzzes on the sink counter.

He doesn’t even bother drying his hands, just grabs it, breathless with the kind of hope that still manages to knock the air out of him.

It’s from you.

🧪🌌: “Just made instant ramen. No one to eat it with. Kinda dramatic of the universe, don’t you think?”

He stares at the screen. And for a long, quiet moment, his heart actually hurts. Not in the dramatic, movie-score way. In the real, gritty. It was like the ‘I’d give up gold medals and glory if it meant I could teleport into your kitchen right now’ kind of way.

Another buzz.

🧪🌌: “Don’t worry, I made two bowls. Yours is getting cold.”

He sinks down onto the bench, towel around his neck now, water still dripping down his back. For a man who could crush a ball at 130 km/h, his hands are shaking. It always is like that when it comes to you. 

👹: “I’ll eat it. Even if it’s cold.”

👹: “Save it for me.”

He stares at the screen for a second, then types again. This time slower, like the words are peeled straight from the ache inside his chest. In this moment, he feels like he could breathe again, even just a little bit.

👹: “I miss you so bad it’s leaking into my game. Satoru played Grease in the gym to cheer me up. It was terrible, babe.”

Your reply is instant.

🧪🌌: “Please tell me it was ‘Hopelessly Devoted.’”

👹: “Of course it was.”

🧪🌌: “God. I love that man.”

He lets out a laugh, short, breathy, wet with something he won’t name. He leans forward, elbows on knees, staring at your texts like they’re the only thing grounding him to earth right now. He smiles as he types his next words.

👹: “I’ve got a window. A short one. I can maybe fly out tomorrow. Just for a day or two, babe.”

There’s a pause. You were taking your time to reply to him once again. He stares at the screen, every second dragging like an eternity until the typing bubble finally appears. He blinks at your reply.

 🧪🌌: “Come home, Ryomen Sukuna. Even just for a couple hours. Let me kiss you and love you. Please.”

He lets the phone drop onto the bench beside him, chest rising with something like relief, something like need. And then he stands. He felt renewed, unstoppable. It was like nothing could hold him down now that you're waiting with ramen in hand and love in your voice.

Because cold noodles and long-distance calls weren’t meant to be the shape of your future. You were. And he was going to get on the next flight home. Even if it was just to eat that cold bowl of ramen while holding your hand under the dim kitchen light.

YOU RUSHED AS SOON AS YOU GOT HIS TEXT. You barely told your lab mates where you were going. Just a rushed sentence was left in a haste: “Cover for me, I have to pick up my fiancé.”

And then you were out the door, heart pounding like a reactor core, goggles still pushed up on your head, lab coat half off one shoulder. You could feel everything in you alive for the first time in weeks.

Hana yelled something like “GO MARRY HIM ALREADY!!!” as you ran down the hallway, and you think you heard Kenji dramatically play wedding bells through his phone speaker. You didn’t care.

Not when you were already halfway to the airport, biting down the grin on your face like it might escape and take flight without you. And then you see him. He didn’t pack much. He just brought his so little with him. He had to leave in two days, after all.

Through the arrival gates, in sweats and a hoodie and still somehow the most magnetic thing in the entire terminal. Ryomen Sukuna, Olympic volleyball menace, shoulders hunched under the weight of sleep deprivation and a duffle bag, eyes locked on you like a man who’s been starved for years.

You drop your bag. He drops his. And when you run, you run. Straight into his arms, into the kind of kiss that knocks all the loneliness out of your lungs. You felt laughter bellow through your body, with him following.

“Hey, my love.” you murmur against his mouth. “You’re real.”

“I’d say pinch me, but I’ve been doing that all flight.” he mumbles into your hair. “You saved me some ramen?”

“Half of it.”

“Liar.”

You grin. “Okay, none of it.”

He laughs into your neck, voice low and raw, and holds you tighter like you’re the only thing keeping him anchored to this planet. And then, while you’re still pressed into his chest, flushed and breathless and so deeply in love it almost hurts, you murmur it.

“Let’s get married.”

He stills. Pulls back just enough to look at you. You meet his gaze, steady and sure, eyes bright even in the cold artificial airport light. “Not next month. Not next season. Not when everything settles. Now.”

His brows raise slightly. “Like… now now?”

You nod. “I don’t care if I’m in my lab clothes and you’re in flip-flops. I just want to be your wife already. We can do the big wedding later, during the off-season, when your training calms down. When I’m not deep in grant applications or papers. But right now, I just…” you breathe, “I want to marry you. Today.”

For a second, he just stares at you.

And then, he grins.

Big. Wide. Unbelieving.

“You really mean that?”

“Dead serious.”

He tilts his head. “Babe, you are so lucky I look this good in sweatpants.”

You laugh, swat his chest, then tug him closer with fingers curled in his hoodie. “So, my love? Is that a yes?”

“Hell yes, babe.” he says, already pulling out his phone. “Let’s find the fastest courthouse and the slowest cab.”

And just like that, as the world rushes by in blurry foot traffic and airport announcements, you and Ryomen Sukuna make a decision that was never really a question. You’re getting married. Right now. No frills. No formalities. Just love, loud and impulsive and completely yours.

You ended up in a government office less than two hours later, still in your lab coat, with Ryomen Sukuna beside you in his travel hoodie and scuffed–up sneakers.

Both of you were flushed with adrenaline, sleep-deprived, and radiating that wild, half–delirious joy that only comes when two people finally give in to the gravity between them.

It wasn’t romantic in the traditional sense. The walls were horribly beige. The seats were squeaky and plastic. A toddler was crying somewhere in the background and the fluorescent lights overhead buzzed faintly, like a glitch in a simulation.

But your beloved Sukuna was holding your hand.

And that was all that mattered.

This was all you could ever want.

He kept sneaking glances at you while you filled out the paperwork, like he still couldn’t believe this was happening. Like at any second, you’d change your mind and vanish back into the lab, sucked up by equations and theories and spaceflight mechanisms.

But you didn’t. You squeezed his hand instead. “Are you sure about this?” he whispered, voice hoarse from flying and feeling too much.

You turned toward him, eyes glassy but steady. “I’ve never been more sure of anything. I love you, my love.”

His throat worked around a quiet swallow. Then: “I love you too.”

You signed your names.

Handed over your IDs.

And when the officiant finally called you up and asked, “Do you take each other—” you didn’t even wait for the full sentence. Your yeses overlapped, rushed and breathless, like neither of you could wait another second.

There were no rings. No music. No fancy outfits or curated vows. Just the sound of your heart thudding in your chest and the feeling of Sukuna’s hand trembling ever so slightly as he slid a makeshift band, his silver thumb ring, onto your finger until you got something more permanent.

It was messy. It was spontaneous.

It was perfect.

You couldn’t ask for anything more.

Afterward, he kissed you outside the courthouse under gray city clouds, holding your cheeks in his hands like he was afraid you might disappear if he let go. You were just laughing, happily against the tenderness of his warm skin.

“We’re married, my love.” you said, stunned.

“We’re married.” he echoed, forehead resting against yours, breath caught between laughter and awe. “Wow.”

You ended up eating convenience store ramen in the backseat of a rideshare, legs tangled together, laughing with your mouths full like you were teenagers again. You fed him from your cup. He pretended not to burn his tongue. 

And when he leaned back and looked at you, really looked at you. It wasn’t the Olympic athlete who stared at you. It was Ryomen Sukuna. Your husband. The one you knew was the love of your life. Your beloved one and only.

“Okay, okay.” he said, mouth tugging up in that crooked grin. “Big wedding after the league. Deal?”

You nodded, cheeks hot and full of stars. “Yeah. With a venue and guests and upgraded rings this time.”

“And cake.”

“And fireworks.”

“And you in a real dress this time.”

You reached for another bite of ramen and grinned. “I dunno. You kinda like the lab coat.”

He groaned, collapsing dramatically into the seat. “God, I married a nerd.”

You turned toward him, your heart finally quiet, finally full. 

“Yeah.” you said. “You did.”

He laughs for a moment. When he calms down, he finds himself leaning close to you and kisses you with all his heart. This time as your husband, right there in a cab filled with instant noodles and laughter and the quiet, steady hum of forever.

IT WAS INSANE. The crowd is deafening. The overseas lights are blinding, white-hot and cinematic as the announcer calls Ryomen Sukuna’s name and the stadium roars like it’s shaking the foundation of the earth. 

He walks out of the tunnel with his signature swagger, jaw tight, warm-up jacket half-zipped, the captain’s patch sharp against his arm. He’s calm. Focused. Unshakeable. More than usual. Something’s different. Very different.

The people in the crowd began to notice it before the cameras did. Before the commentators do. Before even Vice Captain Gojo Satoru, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and a lollipop between his teeth, leans forward slightly and mutters with a grin. “Oh, look at that.”

It’s small. Just a glint.

But unmistakable.

It was a bright shining ring.

Plain, silver, worn on his left hand.

For a second, the crowd is silent. It’s like the whole stadium collectively holds its breath, squinting as Ryomen Sukuna stretches out his fingers, flexing them as he preps his stance. There it is again. It was a shimmer of metal against calloused skin, just below his knuckles.

“Is that…?” someone whispers from the VIP box.

“No way fucking way—"

The commentator nearly chokes on his mic. “Wait—wait, do we have confirmation that that’s—?”

He doesn’t say it. But everyone’s thinking the same thing. Ryomen Sukuna was married. And as he takes his place by the net, tossing the ball with deadly precision, his eyes flick up, not at the court, not at the crowd but at you.

Seated just behind the bench in a crisp jacket, your hair pinned back lazily, badge still clipped to your belt like you came here straight from the lab. Which, in a way, you did.

You flew in two hours before the match started, thanks to a miraculous two–day leave and Haruki nearly forging an emergency form just to make it happen.

Ryomen Sukuna catches your bright eyes and grins, subtle but real. Then, as casually as if it were part of his routine, he walks toward you during warmups, slipping the ring from his finger. He doesn’t rush. He doesn’t explain. 

He just approaches the barrier separating the court from the sidelines, hand outstretched. You stand up, breath caught in your throat. And when he places the ring in your palm, his fingers linger over yours like a promise.

“Hold this for me, yeah?” he murmurs low, so only you can hear.

You nod, fingers curling around the warmth of his wedding band. “Always.”

He smirks. “If I lose this match, it’s your fault.”

You smile, teasing, “If you win, I get the credit.”

“Deal, babe.” he breathes, leaning in close just enough to brush his forehead to yours. “....My wife.”

You couldn’t help but giggle. “Go do your thing, my love. My husband.”

And then he’s gone, with a grin that could never be wiped from his face ever again. 

Back on the court. Back in his element. The game starts, and it’s brutal. Fast. Electric. Ryomen Sukuna spikes like he’s got fire in his veins and gravity’s got nothing on him. Every serve is a message. Every point, a love letter sent from across oceans and time zones.

But that ring, that ring is safe with you. Pressed to your heart, warm in your hand like the echo of his pulse. And every time he scores, every time the crowd loses its mind over the King of the Court.

Your husband giddily glances at you, just for a second. Because the whole world might be watching him now, but he only ever plays for one. And you know who it was.

The final whistle blows, and the stadium erupts. The crowd is a storm of cheers, roars, and flashing lights, but amidst it all, the most intense sound Sukuna hears is the pounding of his own heart.

The adrenaline is still rushing through him, every muscle humming with energy as he pulls off his jersey and throws it to the side. He’s sweaty, bruised, and panting but the grin on his face says everything.

They’ve won. They’re in the semi–finals of the World Cup. He stands at the edge of the court, fists raised to the sky, basking in the electric atmosphere. His team is all around him, celebrating, high–fives and back slaps, but Sukuna’s eyes? 

They’re already searching for you. He doesn’t need to look long. You’re there, right in the front row of the stands, looking at him with that warm, steady gaze that’s always been his home.

His heart shifts. The crowd might be screaming his name, but there’s only one person he’s looking at. A reporter catches his attention as they move in for the first interview.

“Sukuna, congratulations on the victory! Amazing performance tonight! You’ve led your team into the semi-finals — how does that feel?” the interviewer asks, microphone outstretched, camera flashing.

He grins again, though it’s different this time. Not the typical cocky. ‘I’m untouchable’ grin. This one’s softer. Real.

“Feels like we’re one step closer to the real prize.” he answers, voice cool, collected. “But you know…” He pauses, glancing over at the crowd, catching your eye again. “It’s always worth more when the right person is watching.”

The interviewer blinks, confused, and the camera operator swivels to follow his line of sight. “Ah….” the interviewer says with a raised brow. “Is that—? That’s your wife?”

Sukuna’s smirk returns, a devilish edge creeping back into it. He nods, a single motion that sends the reporters scrambling to adjust. The camera zooms in on you as you wave back at him, smiling.

Your hand still holding his ring like a token, your face a picture of pride. In that same hand, your own wedding band was present with your engagement ring.

“That’s her, everyone.” he says, the words surprisingly quiet, but they carry more weight than the roar of the stadium. “I promised her I’d be back for her ramen. So I did come back.”

There’s a moment of stunned silence, then the crowd catches on. Laughter and gasps ripple through the reporters, murmurs and shock sweeping through the air. Sukuna, the ever–intense, world-renowned athlete, has just casually dropped that he’s married.

“You’re married?” the interviewer asks, genuinely taken aback. “Since when? How did we miss that?”

Sukuna shrugs nonchalantly, “Two days ago. A bit spontaneous, but when you know, you know.” He’s almost too cool about it, though there’s a softness to his voice that gives away how much it really means to him. “This game… this whole journey? The merry go round of life, of everything, doesn’t matter without her.”

The crowd’s whispers grow louder. “And the ring?” the reporter asks, now genuinely curious. “Why wear it in the match? You took it off before the main bout, but you still wore it. Why?”

“I wear it because she holds the game for me,” he says quietly, though the words carry in the microphone, clear and true. “She’s my anchor. Keeps me grounded, keeps me sane. So yeah, I’ll wear it every time I step onto this court. She’s got my back. Always.”

The camera pans to you in the crowd once more, this time catching your reaction. You blushed hard, clearly overwhelmed by the attention, but you hold up his ring in your hand like a silent promise.

Sukuna catches your gaze again and, for just a moment, the world quiets down. The noise of the stadium, the flashing cameras, the cheers of the fans. Everything fades. It’s just him. And you. The way it’s always been. And then the interview continues, but his focus is only on you.

When it’s finally over, and he’s walking off the court, his teammates high-fiving him and calling out congratulations, he spots you at the exits to the back stage rooms.

You’re already standing, pushing through the crowd, and he’s there in an instant, his steps purposeful and quick. He’s still sweating from the match, still in his jersey, but nothing’s more important right now than getting to you.

You barely have time to meet him halfway before he’s pulling you into his arms, his lips pressing against your temple, his breath fast and heated, still catching up with the victory and the emotions all swirling around him.

“We’re in the semi-finals, wife of mine.” he whispers, grinning. “It’s gonna be amazing!”

You smile, gazing up at him. “And I’m so proud of you.”

“You better be, babe.” he says, his tone playful but genuine, eyes sparkling. “Next stop, finals. Then we’ll get that celebration.”

You laugh, bright eyes softening as you glance at the ring still safely cradled in your palm. “And then we can plan our real wedding. Just the way we want it.”

Sukuna leans in, pressing his forehead against yours for a brief, quiet moment. “I think the ‘real wedding’ has already started, don’t you think?”

You nod, your fingers curling around his hand, where the ring once rested. It’s just the beginning. The semi-finals are just a step on the way. But you and him? You’re already winners. And that, above all else, is the prize.

epilogue 

The day the statement went live, the entire world seemed to hold its breath. It was carefully calculated, perfectly timed. The World Cup season had come to a close, and the volleyball world was already moving on to the next tournament, the next match. 

But for Ryomen Sukuna and you, it was a different story. You both knew that the media storm was coming. The moment was too significant to let slip by.

So, you’d crafted a statement and not just a post, but something real. Something that would speak to everyone about the choices you’d made, the life you were choosing to live together.

It had taken a little longer than expected. Between the match finals and the whirlwind of excitement after Sukuna’s performance, you both finally found a quiet moment to put it together. The statement would go live at the same time, both on your accounts — a simultaneous declaration that would make waves.

[ Sukuna's Instagram Post : ]

The caption was simple, a few words that carried so much weight. He posted it with a picture of the two of you from the day after the World Cup finals.

The two of you standing side by side, laughing, relaxed, far from the intensity of the courts and the public eye. Your smile was soft, his grin was wild and carefree.

“Hello, this is the Japan National Volleyball Team Captain, Ryomen Sukuna.

For the past several years, my life has been defined by training, by competition, and by a relentless drive to be the best.

But none of that means anything without the people who support you. Without the person who truly makes the journey worth it. 

My incredible and loving wife, who’s been my backbone, my partner, and my everything for almost all of our lives.

Today, I’m announcing the effectivity of my break from the Volleyball field in order to have some adequate rest and focus on my personal life.

A break from the national team, from the spotlight, and from the game I love, to focus on what truly matters — her and us. Our marriage. And of course, our beloved dog.

I’ll be back, stronger than ever. But for now, I’m going to be the husband I promised to be all those years ago.

Thank you for all your support, not only for me but also for my beloved wife. We thank you from the bottom of our hearts for respecting this decision.”

[ Your Instagram Post : ]

You followed the post up almost immediately, a little more formal, but still deeply personal. The photo you chose was one taken earlier that morning, the two of you wrapped up in each other’s arms.

You both were leaning against the window in your shared apartment. The light from the early morning sun illuminated both of your faces, your eyes soft, your hearts content in each other’s company.

“Hello, this is astrophysicist of the National Astronomical Observatory of Japan, Ryomen [name].

After supporting my husband at the World Cup, it became more than clear that my work, my research, and everything else I’ve dedicated my life to doesn’t matter nearly as much as the person standing next to me.

I’ve spent countless hours in the lab, in meetings, in papers, all for the sake of progress. Doing what I can for our country and continuing my passions.

But today, I’m choosing progress of a different kind in my life. Ryomen Sukuna, my husband, my partner, the love of my life, have decided that we deserve some time for us to build something beautiful with this time.

I will be stepping away from my research and academic work for the foreseeable future to focus on resting and enjoying the beginning of our beautiful marriage.

This is a break I’ve been waiting for, and one I’m so grateful to take. Thank you for supporting me in this decision.”

As soon as you both posted, the world’s attention shifted. The responses came flooding in, and it didn’t take long for the media to catch up to the news. Headlines erupted from every corner of the internet.

“Olympic Star Ryomen Sukuna Steps Away From National Team for Personal Time”

“Breaking: Award–Winning Astrophysicist Ryomen [name] Takes Hiatus to Focus on Marriage” 

“Ryomen Sukuna and Ryomen [name]: Power Couple Taking a Break from Their Respective Careers”

It was unprecedented. No one had expected it. No one had ever seen athletes or academics alike step away from their careers at the peak of their success, especially after such a massive season.

Fans were stunned, others were supportive, and some were even more curious than ever about the couple who had kept their relationship so private, so guarded, up until now.

And then the follow–up began. Interviews with close friends and teammates started popping up. The bright eyed Gojo Satoru, ever the wise and eccentric vice–captain, was the first to speak out about the happy news.

“I can’t blame him. The man’s been running on fumes for years. And [name]? She’s been working like a machine, too. It’s about time they take a breath, enjoy life a little. I told him after the finals to take a damn break, and I’m glad our beloved Captain finally listened!” Gojo Satoru laughed in an interview with a sports outlet.

“Yeah, everyone’s talking about how he’s taking a break from the sport, but… he’s been juggling this whole marriage thing for a while.” Itadori Yuuji added when he was asked by a local news outlet. “He’s been way more chill lately. I think it’s the wife effect. Everyone needs balance in their life.”

Meanwhile when the Astrophysics department of the NAOJ were interviewed about this situation at a recent project you had finished together by the press, Keiji was the one who stepped in and spoke for everyone.

"It's important that Ryomen–sensei gets some time to just enjoy being married right now." Keiji smiled, leaning into the microphone. "Ryomen–sensei's worked incredibly for the past few years without any break whatsoever. This is the only time she's asked. Someone with such incredible contributions to the field like herself should get the chance to just relax too. Congratulations to Ryomen–sensei and her husband!"

Hana sent you a message in the middle of all the press: “You two are seriously the most chaotic but adorable couple ever. You deserve this break more than anyone I know. Have fun with it! You earned it. Me, Haruki and Keiji are cheering you on!”

The reporters were relentless, asking about future plans. Was Sukuna leaving for good? Would you ever return to the lab full–time? But you and Sukuna, in your quiet way, just smiled at the chaos from your apartment, reading the headlines side by side.

It wasn’t about what the world expected. It wasn’t about making any more headlines. It was about what you both had decided. To take the time to truly be together.

A few days later, as the media storm began to settle, Sukuna took your hand as you sat together on the couch, flipping through TV channels.

He leaned in, his breath warm against your ear, and whispered, “You know, babe, we’ve got all the time in the world now. So... when should we take our honeymoon?”

You chuckled, running your fingers through his hair. “When you’re ready to let the press calm down a bit. I think we’ve given them enough for now.”

“I’m ready whenever you are, my lovely wife.” He smirked, his scarlet eyes glinting mischievously. “I’m just happy to spend everyday with you.”

And in that moment, as the world calmed down around you, you realized that this was the true victory. It was not the World Cup, not the research papers, not the games or the acclaim. It was simply being together. And for the first time in a long while, you felt at peace.

You looked up at Sukuna, catching his gaze. “Let’s take it one day at a time. Together, my love.”

He smiled, leaning in for a kiss. “Deal, wife. Let’s take it all in.”

And for the first time in a long time, it felt like everything was exactly where it should be.

[2-dsimp]

omg zombie?? Rotting companion when?? I wonder if he's the slow type or the "I may be decomposing but I can sprint at a full 20 km/h" kind of guy

I luv zombiesss

-andwy tiddy hater

Cw: Heavy angst, obsessive/possessive tendencies, your boyfriend turning into a lovelorn zombie.

Synopsis: Soma, your boyfriend, happened to be the number one gamer in the world due to the fact that nobody could beat him at video games. Nobody except for his Lovely player two who he absolutely adores. One day during a zombie mob flash he sacrificed himself and got bitten in your stead so that you may live another day. Now as time passed, he was set to roam the streets as an undead zombie. Waiting to see you again to ensure that he won’t ever let the both of you be separated again. Not over his half dead body.

☆*:.｡..｡.:*☆ ☆*:.｡..｡.:*☆ ☆*:.｡..｡.:

Soma, your boyfriend, is always so eccentric but sweet at the same time. He’d always make sure to mark down your important days on his calendar just to make sure he never misses a moment in his darling’s life. Which is everyday, from the moment you wake up down to the moment you close your eyes goodnight.

The Pro Gamers journal is filled with borderline obsessive scribbles of him recording the way that you sleep. And listing a bunch of observations about how adorable you looked curled up or sprawled out like a starfish. Not only that he takes the time to analyze and document every bit of your habits as if you he’s a biologist and you happened to be his precious specimen.

Either way no matter if you’re asleep or awake his hands won’t grow tired of drawing portraits of you. Within his sketchbook he used as an excuse to highlight gaming mechanics to his team. He’s pretty freighting when it comes to it, if you ask anyone on his team. They’d tell you to not even try and reach out towards it for a better look, since you get an automatic knee to the face.

“Oh my bad didn’t ya say that you wanted a close up of my combo breaker? Hmm? Not in irl? Well you Shoulda been more specific my guy”

Fast forward a few months, It all happened so suddenly when your part of town got hit with an unknown anomaly from a parasitic animal. That escaped from Devildom into the human realm. Successfully kickstarting a disease which made those who aren’t familiar with its origins. To fall into a frenzied state of loss consciousness and inability to control of one’s body.

During the earliest stages of the infection that spreading through your quaint city. Which was thankfully isolated from the rest to prevent even more of an outbreak. You were on a date with your boyfriend who was such a advocate for being spontaneous. Soma loved to surprise you with fun outings like going to amusement parks, para gliding, bungee jumping, kayaking, you name it.

But this time he wanted to give you a breather and take you on a lowkey cute date at a nearby cafe. Soma had an arm around your hip squeezing it lightly while he leaned against you like an over grown puppy.

“Lovie I’m so lucky to have you~ I don’t ever wanna live a day without being able to hold you, love you, kiss you, n fu—“

“Oh we’re here already! You excited to try out those cute menu items you’ve been fangirling about hun?”

Your boyfriend exclaimed giddily oftentimes having a habit of rambling on about how much he adores you on a daily basis. He went to open the door for you right after pressing a hungry kiss to your lips. It was something he always did before he had to leave your side even for just a brief moment.

Since he was paranoid in the fact that anything could happen to his cherished relationship with you. And he’d rather not it happen without him kissing you one last time.

You guys had just entered the door only to be met with a the rabid eyes and foaming mouths of the former patrons that dined there. It wasn’t any help that this cafe was jammed packed due to their popularity so it’d only take a split second for you to get snatched up by one of the infected standing in line.

You could barely register the way you were shoved out of the store by your boyfriend in an attempt to guard you from being taken by the horde. You stumbled outside the glass doors eyes wide with shock as you witnessed. A different side of Soma that you’ve never seen before, one that had him going batshit crazy.

Seeing how those filthy hands tried to take you away from him. Had him going off on a tangent about how he’d kill them twice over, for even trying to touch a single hair on your head. Claiming how you were his and his only and that nothing on heaven nor earth would change it.

Despite being outnumbered he put up one hell of a fight knocking the parasites down one by one into eventually one of them took a chance to bit his fist that he used to sucker punch their teeth out.

“Man you guys sure are tenacious for a bunch of deadweight…Shit just my luck”

Soma sighed, as if it was only a minor convenience that he’d gotten bitten. But nonetheless he kept letting his fist and legs fly not stopping until every single undead bastard was on the ground. Thanks to his self defense classes in karate.

It was only a matter of time before they got back up again so he turned around to give you a relaxed expression. A bright loving grin on his face as he asked you a simple question. While his veins became more prominent on his skin appearing in an abnormal pigment.

“Would you still love me as a zombie babes?”

You could only sob saying yes frantically as you watched your loved one turn into a different being. At your answer he let out a flippant sigh of relief before continuing to lock himself inside the restaurant. Using the key that was hanging off the hip of an employee he stunned.

“Good, then you’d better watch your back since whether im dead or alive I’d still be crazy in love with you baby.”

The gamer said in a soft tone that had a darkened edge to it, almost as if he wasn’t just trying to lighten up the mood with one of his lighthearted quips. But was issuing you an actual warning to beware of if you ever came across him while he wasn’t in control of himself.

Now go, your eyes should see only good things. And I’m afraid it’s gonna be ugly for me, Ah wait! Before you go…Give me kiss?”

Soma asked with a boyish grin pressing his face against the glass door with his lips puckered. As he waggled his eyebrows at you. It made you pissed off to say the least at how he was treating this a some kind of joke.

But you couldn’t help but notice his body twitching sporadically which was a telltale sign of how anxious he was. How scared he was of losing you. And how terrifying he’d be once he turned knowing that there’d be nothing to hold him back from showing his purest form of love for you.

Your boyfriend was already internally battling the urge to pull you against him. So you’d never leave his sight, that you two would be together forever regardless of death since nothing could ever change the way his heart beats purely for you. So just one more kiss, no matter if There’s a thin glass barrier, he just wants to be close to you, to somewhat feel you before his body shuts down on him.

You scrambled to press yourself against the door your palm on top of his. You gave him one last longing gaze, beforehand pressing your lips against the glass. Not noticing how he was just unblinkingly staring at your reflection. Burning the image of you so deeply into his mind that even if his critical thinking perished he’d never ever forget you even in death.

You were hesitant to leave him wanting to stay until his final hours but he childishly shooed you away. Claiming that he doesn’t want you to see him become an uggo version of himself. Since glowing down in front of his beau would be immensely embarrassing. He couldn’t help but feel a cruel twist of satisfaction seeing your reluctance to leave his side and those pretty eyes of yours welling up with tears meant only for him.

“We’ll meet again soon Lovie, mark my words, if you think I’d ever leave you alone then you’ve got another thing coming… So make sure to do your best until I come to make you mine once more permanently”

A few days later, the infection took hold of him but not in a way he was expecting. Sure he may have lost some of his humanity, but for a strange reason. The pro gamer still retained some fragments of his consciousness. His head was pounding from your name, invading his headspace. With every pulse of his brain that was fried at the moment.

Soma chuffed with a crooked grin, as he suspected not even death would take away his inherent need for you. Nor could it ever make it cease to be. He had to find you, sure it was selfish but he can’t stop from obsessing over your very being ingrained in his hazy memory. Where only the images of you were clear as can be.

Breaking the lock with his newly found inhuman strength, he became a half mindless zombie. Who actively searches for his you like a moth to a flame. Tearing everything and anything apart that stands in his way.

☆*:.｡..｡.:*☆ ☆*:.｡..｡.:*☆ ☆*:.｡..｡.:

A/n: if you want to see more of your undead boyfriend feel free to send in an ask 👀

[wromwood]

My main thought regarding the new Doctor Who episode "Lucky Day":

As I was watching the episode for the first time, I was surprised that the show told us hardly anything about Conrad's podcast. All the way up until his main reveal, the only things we really know are that 1) the podcast relates to Conrad's supposed interest in alien theories, especially regarding the Doctor, 2) it has enough of an audience that he was able to find Ruby by posting a picture of her online, and 3) it's relevant for him to mention that some people think UNIT and their work is just a big hoax, and that these deniers have their own communities and shows.

Obviously, in retrospect, this is because of the Doylist reason that the show wanted to keep Conrad's podcast a secret until the mid-episode reveal, and showing the podcast's name/too many hints could have made that reveal less impactful. However, even before that reveal takes place, I was distracted by the lack of satisfying Watsonian reasons for this information to be hidden, mostly because this shows a worrying lack of foresight on Ruby's part.

I'm not saying Ruby should get some kind of blame for her getting betrayed and hurt by Conrad. She absolutely didn't deserve it, and Conrad was definitely working to keep his UNIT-denying side hidden during their relationship. But from the moment Conrad mentions the UNIT-deniers while recording his podcast, I thought, "Wait, that's a good point. What stance is this podcast taking on the matter? What kind of audience does it have? What is this show's premise? Hell, what is its name?"

And again, the Doylist reason is clear! With these details out of the audiences' sight, we have to fill in the blanks ourselves, leading us to assume that this character - who had a personal interaction with the Doctor as a kid, who witnessed an alien (albeit in glimpses) himself, who saw the Doctor and Ruby out on a mission, AND who witnessed the TARDIS vanishing - is on the side of "UNIT is working on real issues and these aliens are real."

However, I think part of the reason we filled in the blanks like that is because of another assumption: "Well, Ruby would know better than to go on the podcast of one of these deniers."

Which begs the question: how didn't she know, or suspect, from the start?

As we learn later in the episode, Conrad is established in the UNIT-denying shitty-belief sphere. He has a lot of paid subscribers and a growing movement behind him. Granted, we learn this after a timeskip, during which he likely experienced a boom in his popularity. Still, even before then, his podcast is established enough to not only have the budget for pretty decent monster costumes and matching t-shirts, but to also have the numbers and ability to use a small village for a stunt. He already has people parroting his (or saying their own) shitty views, and he has the audience to spread the word once he releases that first major livestream. Hell, like I mentioned before, he had that audience when he first wanted to find Ruby. Since we see Ruby's own mother and grandmother looking Conrad up on the Internet and finding (what sounds like) his personal social media accounts, how did neither or them, nor Ruby herself, encounter Conrad's presence in these groups? His podcast's core message or audience?

The ONLY solution I can think of is that Conrad was somehow deliberately playing a long game, and he had enough followers who were wiling to keep their mouths shut about it, at least publicly.

Maybe Conrad only engaged in these communities and planned everything by using "anonymous" accounts. He didn't post his face or voice, and when he formed a team that he could interact with IRL, he made sure that everything stayed between them and them only. That way, at least on the surface, searching for Conrad's given name wouldn't yield any worrying results, and he only revealed his true face and name during the Colsin Village Shreek staging.

At the same time, Conrad starts his podcast, which may or may not be called Think Tank (I can't remember if Conrad says that the podcast is called Think Tank, or if it was just the name of their group as a whole). He makes his show either a convincingly innocent podcast that "just asks questions" (so that his audience is largely comprised of skeptics that are biased towards his opinions, bad-faith arguments, and deliberately staged "reveals" about UNIT) and/or he fills every episode with dogwhistles so that the hardcore UNIT deniers could find him from day one, all while making the show seem harmless to people who aren't in the know. This way, Ruby could look over his podcast before agreeing to be on it while not suspecting a thing.

The last tricky thing to handle with this theory is the idea of Ruby being found by Conrad's audience. How did she not encounter UNIT-deniers while people were looking for her? Well, either the hardcore-UNIT-deniers in Conrad's audience at the time knew (or were instructed) to keep their worse beliefs hidden and play nice in order to help bring this girl to their leader, the UNIT-deniers weren't as vile and whipped up at this point in time, or Ruby just happened to be spotted by Conrad's less extreme audience members (possibly the previously theorized "skeptics"). All of these possibilities have their pros and cons, but I guess any could work.

STILL. I am annoyed at the episode for not explaining any of this, because without a hell of a lot of head-scratching and "What if"ing, it just feels like Ruby carelessly guest-starred on a podcast with no background-checking whatsoever.

What do you guys think?

[clarkes-and-god]

do you have any tips on a fundie save? also what’s your fav place to get fundie gossip? I am engrossed now!

oooh i think my tips would be:

1. i would recommend doing a LITTLE research if you’re not sure on something so you don’t accidentally do something weird that you then have to live with. for example, why is ANTONIO RICCIARDI baptist? that is a very catholic name! are italians just not predominantly catholic in my universe or is his family very upset at him? i really don’t know because i just picked a name i liked.

2. don’t do storylines you don’t find interesting. you won’t like doing them and then it’ll drag on forever and you won’t want to write the story. and you don’t have to give every child a story if you don’t want to.

3. planning is good even if u don’t really like it. i get weirdly embarrassed about writing my plans down so i don’t do much physical planning but i make sure i at least have an idea of how i want a storyline to end. it helps avoid the same issues as point 1. some people are crazy and do excel sheets and shit but i personally love my badly organised obsidian file.

4. these have all been about story writing and i’m realising u said SAVE and not story so for the actual game, i recommend using clubs if you have get together. it makes it easier for sims to make friends and hang out and tbh i should use it more. i dont use it much atm so most of my sims don’t know their extended family 😭

5. i like taking screenshots of all my sims eating together for the aesthetic but honestly don’t try doing that if it’s not for a screenshot. employ the teenage daughters/mom to make tons of cheap party sized meals so you can put them in the fridge and take one out when u need to feed a crowd of hungry children. unless your fundies are lucky and live in a mansion then they’ll probably need the extra time to get everyone to use the bathroom and shower.

6. infants are weirdly easy. out of all the kids that have been born in the game, iva is the only one who got the bad infanthood trait and she was really difficult and also a twin. as long as they’re fed and you sometimes pick them up for a cuddle they should be good. they can sleep on the floor in the day at least. tbh i wish bad infanthood was easier to get because my sims should not be doing this well.

i don’t really keep up with irl fundies that much but when i do it’s mostly via reddit or fundie fridays on youtube. i do follow a bunch of blogs here who talk about it which is good for letting me know when something crazy happens/a baby is born.

[your-absolute-destiny]

You can call me Lucky because I am not using my real name online

I'm a 14 year old girl and this is my blog to post about my favourite books, shows, movies, and games, but maybe I'll mention a little about my actual life, I don't know.

I'll mostly be posting about my favorite books and games, all of which listed in my blog description, and I will especially be focusing on my favourite game ever, Absolute Destiny. I hope I can make friends with similar interests than me!

OOC SECTION:

Info:

Hello! We all like talking about anti dark and anti ghost sentiment on pkmn irl, but theres very few blogs that actually dislike those types! The few I've seen are all very much meant to be blogs of characters that are Karens or Evil Teams and while those are fun, there are a lot of types of people in the world and I wanted to explore a different kind of person who holds these views and why they might have them.

Lucky lives in a very tight-knit small town community that hates the more supernatural types. It's one of those small towns where most people don't have computers and those that do mostly have super old ones. Like 20 minutes just to open google- never mind searching anything- old. All her video games are old ds games her cousin gave her, and this is basically her first time allowed on the internet and it has been drilled into her that you can't trust anyone or anything online. Remember this while interacting with her.

When she says not to interact if you have a dark, ghost, fairy, or psychic type, I want you to interact and argue with her. She doesn't know what the block button is <3

Follows come from @cassi-pokeblogging-hub

Boundaries:

Pelipper Mail: On

Pelipper Unmail: Off

Pelipper Malice: Off

Musharna Mail: Off.

Musharna Malice: Off

Mystery Gift: On

Magic Anons: Off

Any type of blog can interact, but be warned that Lucky does not inherently trust everyone. She has a certain way she thinks about everyone based solely on her community and the games she's played.

Tags:

Lucky probably won't have a full tagging system, BUT I will be acting as if she is actually posting for fandoms she likes! The games and books and stuff she posts about will all be tagged with tags for those media so you can check up on the lore on these made up medias or more pokemon-ified irl medias.

So, for example, information and posts about the fictional game Absolute Destiny will be tagged #Absolute Destiny. This is both for my reference and yours.

Any other tags on her posts are ooc, including the community tags like pkmn irl or trigger tags.

[kreeative-error]

“𝐈𝐦 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐈𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞?”

» [Hollow Moon] «

1:20─〇───── 3:21 ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

Welcome to my blog! This is where i scream into the void or just talk to my moots. If you’re here, welcome!

Current Theme: Hollow Moon - The Crane Wives

StrawPage Here :D

About me:

My online name is Atlas/Kree! Kree if its just an easy nickname, but Atlas works as a moots kinda deal!

I’m a minor, so please be sfw and not weird.

I am also hella queer!!

If you’re straight/dont know much about the community - Biromantic Asexual Trans Man.

If you get more complex queer terms - Genderqueer Trans Guy, Aroflux Asexual Omniromantic.

Definitely mentally ill of various flavours which i will not elaborate on for person reasons, and also the lack of diagnosis.

Definitely weird, probably cringe, and slightly crazy.

Also i swear a lot so if you dont like that, this is not the blog for you.

Current song fixation:

Literally just any crane wives song 🤍🤍🤍

Interests:

Artists:

Madds Buckley

Conan Gray

The Crane Wives

Sparkbird

Fish in a Birdcage

IDKHowButTheyFoundMe

Specific Songs (I will totally forget to update this):

River Rushing (TCW)

Scars (TCW)

Mad Dog (TCW)

The Wolf (TCW)

Nobody (TCW)

Wine and Wheat (Madds)

I Lose to You (Madds)

Brother (Madds)

Dogbird (Madds)

The Exit (Conan)

Alley Rose (Conan)

Miss you (Conan)

Comfort Crowd (Conan)

Arboretum (Sparkbird)

#4 Fish in a birdcage (FIAB)

Absinthe (IDKhow)

Choke (IDKhow)

Games:

Totk/Botw

Pressure

Doors

Hollow Knight (in spirit)

There is definitely more I just cannot think rn.

Shows/Movies:

Arcane

The Dragon Prince

Heartstopper

The Owl House

Helluva/Hazbin

again. there is more. but the second people ask I forget.

YELLOWJACKETS YELLOWJACKETS YELLOWJACKETS

Moots <33 (Narrowed down to the ones I actually talk to):

@theboredasexual - borace/fruit/smamon/salmon, my beloved queezy pipi (qpp) (forever seperated by a squishy wall)

@atellidoesart - telli/dermatitis, another beloved queezy pipi (forever seperated by PHYSICAL DISTANCE COME HERE I MISS YOU)

@bassguitarinablackt-shirt - fellow madds enjoyer, pjo nerd (i have never read it but he sure posts about it a lot)

@catinasink - we barely talk but theyre pretty chill

@aayeroace - the og moot. literally. my first moot that i didnt know irl.

@streetcatalex - i dont think we've spoken but i send ur rbs to the qpps every 2 seconds u have immaculate taste

(if any of yall want off this list, dm/ask me and i will take it off)

Alt Accs:

@meanwhile-in-aevynfall - worldbuilding with borace

@you-wanna-save-the-corn-nuts - YellowJackets sideblog!! (Sparing my moots from the absolute spam i post)

@omg-im-obessed-with-madds - I JUST REALISED THERES A TYPO FUCK- madds buckley fan acc i barely use

@leo-is-a-trainwreck - secret account that turned into a bit with borace, but has been revealed. basically a conan gray shrine.

@frank-and-the-eggs - the forever neglected hazbin account. why am i even tagging it.

my tags:

#kree speaks - my random rambles

#kree is lyricposting once more - music related rambles. also lyricposting.

#kree is maddsposting - the dedicated madds tag

#lucky flickerman'd with kree - sad shit. hopefully wont be a lot of this.

#THATS ENOUGH OCS KREE - oc posting my beloved <333

#mootiful moots with kree - my moots <33

#the queasy pipis - borace/telli posting

#kree's YJ yapping - NOT FOR THIS BLOG!! Its for my sideblog :3

(Will be added to as needed)

[wordarttmn]

Omori Observations 6

And let’s start one of the game’s most musically dense areas!

Peçac

I can play cards again!

Dot eyes Kel

let’s follow the bloody footprints that didn’t use to be here

Man i wish

Space Road 1979 is very atmospheric and has hints of white space. Much like a place by a lake did.

Crossed the snake but didn’t succeed in talking to him

See In Your Fantasy is not really an otherworld track, but serves as a hint of what’s to come.

Sugar Star Planetarium feels like it never pauses, maybe because of this 6:4 rhythm. It feels like it never takes a breath. Like Hero might feel right now.

Omori found Kel’s joke funny for sure

Biganòs

I like the direction birds

Chelle is blocking that direction for no reason whatsoever

I’m IRL in a place that stinks (near paper factory i think)

Lost, then Found! Is an upbeat, extended remix of the sleepover theme. That mixes it with another theme i think. One i can’t give a name to right now, but it appears in one of the RW video games iirc.

Aww mèrda, qu’èi desbrembat mon aparelh fòto a l’ostau. De que sèrv un bon sejorn au camping se pòdi pas préner nada fòto‽

I get that’s his name but i took it as a translation prompt

Forgot i set up OneNote to auto insert interrobangs like 6 years ago, that’s neat!

The duckies (obviously based on that one optical illusions) also have ordinary houseplants. Nothing special about them.

Ishós

Three Bar Logos is one of my absolute favorite tracks. Probably #2 overall. it’s just so catchy! Also i got lucky to get to play it this morning on the train station’s piano.

While at it i like how So, How’d We Do? Is one of the most deep fried tracks in the whole game.

Snaley is me when cross people

I Will Catch Up! Is one of the songs that sounded so good in the concert. it’s also got that ooweeooweeooweeoowee in the back that’s barely noticeable if you don’t pay attention.

Otherworld’s color palette is inverted from the vast forest.  Trees have light emerald wood and heliotrope pink leaves

Hikikomori sprout mole

They are us right?

La Bohèira

The probably automated train voice is really struggling with that name, pronouncing Là Boaír

I completely messed up the veggie kid’s line. They probably don’t mind though.

I figured out i had to put Omori in the poem even before i knew this was a song. it’s just musically obvious

Loam has to be one of the weirderst Weird NPCs

MOONWALK!

Morcencs

Lv 6 for everyone. Aubrey learnt Counter

Good For Health, Bad for Imagination is not a track that should appear that early in the soundtrack by any means. Yet here i am.

Quaspy lampshading something that won’t be relevant for a while

I’m making Kel use rebound on all the oranges, they are too easy to grind

i’ll pause now because i’m changing trains soon

Dacs

we’ll see how far i can get today. Probably won’t enter the junkyard just yet because I’ve got 28% battery

I like how Chelle is not a quest. you’ll find her donut immediately and the game won’t care at all.

Sad orange doesn’t get oneshot

The scarecrow has the most sophisticated way of speaking

Also, omori overall is a game with a big vocabulary. The kind of vocabulary i have no problem with by virtue of being french, but i’ve seen native english speakers struggle on every other word in this game. that’s how i noticed.

Kel has an actual character arc wrt his height lol

Level 7 everyone. Already. And headbutt is actually strong

let’s go steal stuff from the sprout moles colony, because i want to be able to heal, fight that shark plane, and go back to the camping ground to save. All before my PC turns off.

No idea what this right here is about. Is that a quest?

Most Horse - 1st Place

We Sprout Moles are highly intelligent creatures

In a way they’re not wrong - they’re not smart, but they’re sentient which is more than can be said for nearly all non-boss enemies in this game.

They’re smart enough to be characters but dumb enough to be effectively disposable and i do have things to say about the disposability of sprout moles

Pujòu

But why?

Omori keeps calling their furniture weird

The sprout moles corpses in the walls are definitely making the place more morbid

They didn’t have anything tasty and i’m at 13%.

Unironically. And yes i know they’re belgian

Better defeat that plane quick and save

Got it in three turns which is pretty good

Hey!

Finally save just as i reached Ortès. that’ll be it for today. Probably.

[melodicmixsworld]

List of my F/Os in no particular order:

Slime Boy from High Guardian Spice

A jajajajaja I love him abababababa He's baby boy, he's my love. My life. I love him because he's silly and sings and he's cute and i love him. He and my S/I are always established dating in my day dreams. I can simp for him in front of some friends but not all.

2. Dee from Metal Family

Rectangles are the sexiest shape. He is pretty and weirdly, he's one of the only characters I can actively simp over to my IRL friends without them getting weird about it because he's 15. I personally like to imagine my S/I gets transferred to his school and he just immediately takes an infatuation with my S/I. If I am feeling extra spicey, we're cousins.

3. Noah from Total Drama Island

Rectangles are the sexiest shape x 2. He's funny, mean, and I love him. He's either the boyfriend away from home to do the games at TOTAL. DRAMA. ISLAND! heymomanddadimdoingfine Since he's 19, friends don't have a problem yet.

4. Miyuji Shan from Yandere Simulator

SEPERATING ART FROM THE ARTIST OBVIOUSLY! But oh my gosh, holy shit, just look at her, oh my godh, ahdgeufbjs My S/I is Ayano's younger brother who is a yandere for her but had a better progression in getting to be with her or he killed everyone and trapped her in the basement along with his sister's partner which leads to the two often butting heads on how to keep things working best they can. My ass can't even mention Yandere Simulator.

5. Andrew and Leyley from The Coffin of Andy And Leyley

My self insert is their cousin who was also wrapped into being sold with them. Is the third wheel who longs to be them and be with them. Honestly, he'd be lucky to get smoke blown in his face in a flirty way.

6. Eyeboy from marvel i guess

HE'S SO SILLY I love all the videos talking about how inconvenient his eyes are. I would love to further inconvenience him.

7. Background Character from The Owl House

Some call him Lucas and I like that name. I love him, he is so silly I wish he had more screen time.

[moonshine-nightlight]

2024 Writing - Plans

similar to last year, i wanted to post a little look forward at my plans for writing this year are. the necessary disclaimer: this is 100% high level, optimistic, ideal situation and subject to change but i still like thinking about it and posting for anyone who's interested. see this post for last years!

so, i like separating things out it mini goals/sections so see below:

Nothing's Wrong with Dale: with DSM self-published under my belt, I'd like to focus on the NWWD publishing journey next! The main obstacles/costs are time and money. Hiring an editor and a cover artist are the pricey-est part of the process but my own edit (first to convert everything from 2nd POV to 3rd POV and then another high-level edit/revise once i've got it in the right POV) will take the most time and needs to be done before i hand it over to an editor. Then after the editor takes their time (and NWWD is much longer than DSM), and finally i need to process all of their edits as well. And i need to do all of this while i do my day job lol.

i've already converted the first 11 chapters to 3rd POV (i hav some IRL friends/betas who only read that version, so if u feel like the tumblr version took a lot of time lol). the timing of being able to publish this year will all end up depending on how quickly i can do all that and kick off the part of the process that depends on outside parties. Even if i manage to self-publish in this year, i don't expect it to come out until lik December and even that's ideal, super best case scenario.

Long Stories: I want to outline both A Perfectly Ordinary Research Position and Shadow Diplomacy and then pick one to be the new long story on here. I do what i call a chapter outline and a scene outline, which is confusing to not!me because the scene = a chapter on here. i should probably rename that process lol. (NWWD was 11 'chapters' and 35 'scenes' for reference).

once i pick a project, i just hope to post as many chapters as i can. Since this will be new, long, and likely just building steam, i actually think it'll be my lower priority after the Short Stories and NWWD publishing, but we'll see. i'd like to start putting that up in June, according to my tentative 2024 schedule.

Short Stories: Since i didn't get as many of these done in 2023 and they've been haunting my brain longer, i want to for sure get some of these shorter stories done. learning from last years overestimation lol, i plan to post 3 short stories: Courtship Confusion, Feral, and finish Free Piano: Haunted, in that order. i'm excited about all these stories and will let me cover 3 different types of pairings (although technically all are Reader) which is fun. All have been outlined and have parts and pieces written. I wish Feral and FPH could both happen in the fall but the timing just doesnt work out so summers gonna b a little spooky lol.

The schedule i worked out makes it so all this will be possible, but also basically has no breaks in sunday postings after my haitus which is beyond optimistic but i lik to start overly confident lol

Hiatus: this is also your reminder that my work has a specific Busy Season which honestly started already (lucky me) and i will b beyond busy Jan-March at a minimum. i hav more projects than ever with my promotion, a lot to learn, and a lot to juggle so minimum 6 day work weeks will be the name of the game - but hopefully all goes well and i'll get a nice bonus i can feed directly to my editors lol

anyway, that's where i'm at right now and I'm looking forward to all the exciting writing and publishing to come in 2024!

Feel free to send in any asks about upcoming/current stories!

Thanks again for all your support in 2023 and Happy New Year!

[toruq]

im sending u these ones specifically bc i know ur less connected to ur mc than to anne muhahaha >:333

12. What does your character look like? Which hairstyle and make up do you prefer on them?

13. What is your character's name? Do you wish to change it, if the function ever makes its way into the game?

14. How do you dress your character? Do you coordinate the outfits between Rider and Horse?

and if u feel like it im curious about these:

23. Which Druid Circle do you prefer? Is there a reason for your preference? Is it tied to the Soul Rider of the Circle?

20. What part of the Main Story is your favorite?

11. How many horses do you own in total? Did it use to be more, or are you still missing a few?

04. Which Horse was your first purchase? Do you still own that horse, and what did you name it?

05. Which Horse is your favorite? Do you own said horse, or are you simply dreaming of buying it?

juni you must hate me or something

under the cut because there's so much to answer (mostly about my mc that i neglect so hard)

12. What does your character look like? Which hairstyle and make up do you prefer on them?

ok, here is ida. i draw her based on the old player model but in the new player model she looks a bit different. I use this chunky highlight hair because it somewhat hides the fact that her ears stick out now when wearing a hat/helmet (this pisses me off the most about the new characters). but she used to have this black hair, and of course dark eye makeup. it's a lot like what i do irl

13. What is your character's name? Do you wish to change it, if the function ever makes its way into the game?

Ida Riverwood! I don't ever want to change it. I actually really like it and I'm surprised my kid self was smart enough to choose that

14. How do you dress your character? Do you coordinate the outfits between Rider and Horse?

you can kinda see how i dress her in those pics of her, usually a dark color scheme and yes I coordinate it with the horse. I actually dress her in a lot of sweaters and typically with proper breeches and tall boots and helmet as if it were a regular english outfit irl. I occasionally dress her and her horse in western gear, or use streetwear if she's off the horse

23. Which Druid Circle do you prefer? Is there a reason for your preference? Is it tied to the Soul Rider of the Circle?

you may be surprised, but I like the moon circle just a smidgen more than the sun circle, though they are in close competition. I just love the aspects of both of them, visions & teleportation. I find it so interesting and quite applicable to real life, at least personally, because of how I experience life with PTSD. it is easy to convey my mind through comics about the powers of these circles.

20. What part of the Main Story is your favorite?

oh my, if you can count the storyline in SSL as a predecessor to SSO, i would say Anne's first trip to Pandoria to save Concorde. in SSO, it's surprising but seeing Anne without saving her must have been my favorite. I was disappointed with the actual saving Anne quest, but seeing Pandoria for the first time in SSO was an experience I won't forget, even though I prefer the atmosphere of Pandoria in SSL

11. How many horses do you own in total? Did it use to be more, or are you still missing a few?

oh my. 64. I once sold the green whinfell because i found it so ugly. But I felt so bad and rebought it a year or two ago.

04. Which Horse was your first purchase? Do you still own that horse, and what did you name it?

this little POS, Carrotwinner. I still have him. pic taken just now

05. Which Horse is your favorite? Do you own said horse, or are you simply dreaming of buying it?

can you logically ask me this question Juni?

just kidding, my favorite (purchasable) horse is this little guy, and I'm so lucky to have him. I think he was either the second or third old fjord I bought, and I have three. the white one, and orange thing I also have.

[vintagelacerosette]

Tag game Tuesday/picrew catch up!

Oh how I've missed doing these! Thank you so much to these sweetpeas who tagged me to do these tag games/picrew. Lyle @milkovetti Michelle @michellemisfit Bri @y0itsbri Evie @energievie Julia @juliakayyy Georgia @iansw0rld Kat @mybrainismelted Nosho @creepkinginc Cross @crossmydna Willow @ian-galagher Lyds @ardent-fox Vey @look-i-love-u Molly @deathclassic Jay @surviving-maybe 💕

💟Name: Myn/Shermyn

#️⃣Age: 27

🗺️Location: Sydney

🧥Do you own a robe? Describe it. Yeah a pink silky with lace trim one my older sister gifted me as my maid of honour gift 🥰

☕️Do you have a favorite mug? Describe it. Why yes! It's one of my prized possessions! My Gallacrafts mug I made art with the darling & talented Ling @lingy910y

🧣Do you have a favorite blanket? Describe it. You know I don't think I do & that's tragic 😔

🍵Coffee or Tea? Tea

↳🔥🧊Hot or Cold? Cold it's been so damn humid & dry in Sydney rn 😓

🧦Fuzzy socks or Wool socks? Wool

🧤Gloves or Mittens? Gloves but the fingerless kind so I can scroll/read fics on my phone lol

🔥Fireplace or Campfire? Fireplace

🌞🌜Sun or Moon? Both baby! They work in tandem to give us life ☀️🌙

🍬Chocolate candy or Sugar candy? Sugar 🍭

🥐Sweet Pastry or Savory Pastry? Sweet

🎃Peppermint or Pumpkin Spice? Peppermint. I haven't had pumpkin spice before

🛏️Go to bed early or Wake up early? Wake up early but i don't sleep early to make the happen 🥲

🥣Cold cereal in milk or Hot oatmeal? Cold cereal in milk I especially love the sweet ones. American cereal certainly hit the spot with their cinnamon toast crunch or lucky charms 🤤

🍞Potatoes or Bread? 🥔

And Finally…

🚬 Gallagher or Milkovich? It'll have to be MIlkovich even tho objectively the are more terrible ones than good. But to be fair the great stole my fucking heart 💖

Picrew

Which character from any media would you like to have as a father? 

I think Johnny Rose from Schitt's Creek would be a funny dad plus loaded 🤣

If money, laws, time, and effort were no object, what animal would you want to have?

I'd love an otter omfg they're so damn cute 😭

What is your Chinese takeout order? 

Sweet & sour pork & spinch noodle with wild mushrooms.

What's your favorite emoji?

🥹 I'm particularly fond of this one bc it's the marvelling of beauty for me

Would you rather have a library, greenhouse, or home theater in your house?

I think greenhouse. I think would be so soothing & I feel like I need more plants in my life hahaha

What childhood tv show do you think of the most fondly?

Cardcaptor Sakura 🌸

What was your tumblr like when you first joined?

I joined 2012 it was so aesthetic & I wished be one of those vintage aesthetic blogs hence my tumblr name lmao. I kinda got confused & scared how to use it so i stopped for 2 years. So i missed out all the fun drama i guess lol. Then I started using it as like a scrapbook of things I liked hahah

What clothing style do you love but don't feel compelled to replicate yourself?

50s but I feel that would be such an effort to pull off

If you were plopped into a fictional world, which one would you know the layout of the best?

Pokemon but like in the switch games. I've been playing too much instead of sleeping lmao

What is your favourite piece of art? 

Idk if I have a favourite but one that impacted me in high school was a piece called 'Atomic: full of love, full of wonder' by Nike Savvas. Funny thing is that I got to see it in person may 2 or 3 years after seeing it in a high school text book & having to do essays on it. It was by complete accident & I had no idea see was displaying her work in our national art gallery. It was magic to see a piece irl after studying it 🥰

Do you have a water bottle? what does it look like?

My bestie jusr got me this steel pink hello kitty tumblr that was a collab with a bubble tea shop! I love it I take it to work 💖

What fanfic trope is a quiet fave?

I think time travel with younger selves meeting their older selve & seeing how they fot their happy ending 🥰

Do you carry a daily bag? what does it look like? what's the weirdest thing in it?

Yeah a carry bag for work. It's this tote bag another bestie got me for my last birthday. It's really cute. It's pink & mint green with a cluster of cute things like teddy bear.

If you had to ship Mickey with another Gallagher, who would it be?

Respectfully no ❤️

What is a fanfic trope you didn't expect to like and then very much did?

I'd say mafia au especially bc of the amazing fic by Kay/Shamelessquestions, The Increasingly Poor Decisions of Ian Gallagher.

Do you think s11 Mickey can still carry s11 Ian?

He sure could! He's our swol lil man

Look at them guns!!

Who got custody of the killing bat when they sold the house?

I kind have this tie between Fiona getting it or it being passed to Liam & Franny to keep the legacy going

Not tagging any bc I'm late but if you see this & you want to go ahead starlight 🩷

[barxlupin]

knowing your partner can potentially make writing together a lot easier.

– BASICS.

✧ NAME: Aspie

✧ PRONOUNS: she/her

✧  SEXUALITY: forever questioning whether it's female-leaning bisexual or lesbian - either way, girls pretty <3

✧  TAKEN OR SINGLE: single (and not planning to change it anytime soon)

– THREE FACTS.

✧ on the autistic spectrum (diagnosed asperger's syndrome); anime manga games literature and mythology are some of my special interests

✧ used to have bad anxiety problems until recently but therapy's working wonders nowadays

✧ my heart beats slower than normal (60 beats per minute rather than 65), my walking speed is slightly faster than normal and i can walk for a long time without getting tired if i keep my rhythm, but if i try to sprint i collapse in 0,000001 seconds flat

– EXPERIENCE.

✧   HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): since december 2016 sooooo almost 8 eight years???? time sure flies asdfghjkl

✧   PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: tumblr and discord

✧   BEST EXPERIENCE: just all the wonderful people i was lucky to meet and befriend, some of them have been around for years and i adore all of them <3

– MUSE PREFERENCES.

✧   FEMALE OR MALE: based on all the muses i've had over the years i'd say male ones, though gender has little to do with my choice, i just like characters with a snarky personality or side

✧  FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: i'm too weak to write full-blown angst (hyper-empathy is a bitch), i'm more of a hurt/comfort kinda gal, that's my jam. Fluff and smut are a-okay too

✧   PLOTS OR MEMES: *inserts road to el dorado miguel & tulio meme* both? both. both is good. I like memes, they're easy for me to answer and good ice-breakers and i adore plotting dynamics ooc, nothing makes me happier

✧   LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: depends on my mood, inspiration and focus but usually i try to write semi-long replies

✧   BEST TIME TO WRITE: usually in the evening after i've had dinner and settled in bed so i can chill for a few hours before sleep time

✧ ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): it depends i guess? Which is both a good and bad thing depending on the muse since *gestures to muse roster* i'd kill to have maurice and georgette's confidence, irl i'm shy and bookish like murasaki and a little introverted but also curious like ted, and i'd say my mood can sometime swing like arthur's (again, hyper-empathy and hypersensitivity are bitches, one moment you're happy as can be, the other you're angry with the world because of some minor inconvenience orz)

[spursdontplaybasketball]

Talk Hockey to Me

tagged by @giirlinterrupted 🤍💙

Tell me about:

1. The thing that got you hooked on hockey

I grew up in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania, about an hour south of Hershey, PA. My dad grew up going to watch the Hershey Bears play minor league hockey in the American Hockey League, and he continued the tradition with me (and my sister sometimes.) At first, I only really liked to go to the games for an opportunity to spend time with my dad, which was rare sometimes, but in middle school I somehow ended up being really good at floor hockey when we played it in gym class. One day I managed to score a hat trick, even though I was terrible at every other sport. (I also had a crush on one of the players on my school's hockey team at that point.) So I just kinda thought hockey was fun at that point and started enjoying the actual games more. Then I picked a favorite player from the Bears independently for the first time, and it was Mike Green. I didn't know much about him, just thought he was cool. He turned out to be really good, and when he got called up to the NHL to play for the Capitals, I started watching the Caps games on TV. (I was also lucky that we got the sports channel from Washington DC, despite not being all that close to there.)

2. Your first ever fandom friend

I'm not too established in the hockey fandom on here. I have a personal blog that I rarely use anymore that I used to post occasional Caps stuff on and follow a few Capitals people, but that's on a different account that I rarely use. I know hockey has become a lot more popular on footieblr over the years. I remember a few years back when it was more unusual for these fandoms to overlap that I sent a message or two to people who were in both fandoms that I thought it was cool that they liked both sports like I do. Basically my only hockey friend on here is @giirlinterrupted (and I'm so grateful that she doesn't put Sidney Crosby on my dash like so many other footieblr hockey fans seem to do.) IRL I have been surrounded by hockey fans most of my life though, because it's pretty big in my state in general, so the main time I felt a little more alone on that was the 2 1/2 years I was living in San Francisco. Unfortunately I am currently surrounded by Penguins fans :( as I am living in Pittsburgh. My IRL best friend is also into hockey, but she is a Sabres fan since she is from Buffalo and now lives in Rochester, NY.

3. The jersey you would most like to own

I wish I had an old Mike Green or Jay Beagle Caps jersey. Mike Green is now retired, and Jay Beagle, I don't even know.

4. YOUR player (you only get ONE so choose wisely)

I still have an unhealthy attachment to Jay Beagle even though he's been off the Caps for years. None of the current players can live up to that.

5. A pairing that deserves more fic

Don't really read fic much, but Ovi/Backstrom (I'm so out of the loop that I don't even know if they have a ship name) are adorable together, and idk how popular they are, at least outside of Caps fans.

6. Your favourite on-ice moment

6/7/18. What else? I still cry when I think about it sometimes, and I can barely listen to "I Will Wait" by Mumford and Sons without crying due to that "Worth the Wait" video the Caps put out on social media after the Cup win.

link someone else's art/fic/etc that you love & think everyone should check out

He's here on Tumblr (@mxgicdave) but I could only find my favorite pic of his on Twitter:

link something you made & are proud of & want people to see

Got nothing. I tried to write a few things about hockey in the past, but not since I was like 13. I was writing a story about a minor league hockey player whose playing got impacted by past trauma. Didn't get very far, then I was also trying to write a murder mystery featuring the Capitals, and I got even less far with that.

no pressure tagging:

I have no one to tag! :(

[a-master-procrastinator]

Iressa and/or Auletta for the outfits asks?

Why not both? x2

(sorry for a delayed answer, some unexpected stuff happened irl)

This is Auletta's apprentice outfit, which she wears in chapter 1 of class story. These robes are quite simple, yet they look good on Auletta.

Also, I completely forgot to even mention weapons in other answers, so I'll do so now. The lightsaber Auletta uses is the one that Zash gave her, I just didn't like the in-game model, so I headcanon this one as Zash's lightsaber.

Pieces:

Chest - Dark Acolyte robe, no dye, colors unified; Hands - Juhani gloves; Wrists - Juhani bracers; Waist - Juhani belt; Legs - Apprentice's Force-Lord lower robe (story quest reward); Feet - Juhani boots.

Auletta wears these robes after becoming a Sith Lord in chapters 2 and 3, and it's sort of an upgrade of the previous outfit. I especially love the purple parts because they glow a bit in dark environments.

And the lightsaber is Kallig's (the one that sorcerers receive in game, but with a purple crystal).

Pieces:

Chest - Inquisitor's Renowned robe, black and light gray dye, colors unified; Hands - Inquisitor's Renowned gloves; Wrists - Juhani bracers; Waist - Remnant Dreadguard Inquisitor belt; Legs - Inquisitor's Renowned Feet - Juhani boots.

Here's my favorite outfit of hers, one she gets as the Dark Councilor after chapter 3 and until sometime in KotFE (well, she isn't involved with Zakuul and Alliance stuff, just timeline wise). This is when Auletta starts putting more effort is lightsaber combat and just overall becomes more involved with the war against the Republic, which explains the lack of super long skirts (they would just get in the way in a fight).

The lightsaber is still the one Kallig sends you after, but changed to better reflect Auletta - the hilt is still curved, just slightly modified, the color crystal is different, and the blade itself is a little unstable (mostly to look cool, but Auletta probably has another use for this).

Pieces: Charged Hypercloth Force Expert armor set with primary black dye.

And this is her last outfit at the moment, which she wears after getting back on the Dark Council (which happened about 3 years before Outlander is freed from carbonite). I was pretty lucky to get the dye for this outfit when it didn't cost me a fortune, but it makes it difficult to replicate for her clone.

Pieces: Resilient Warden armor set with black and dark purple dye.

There is supposed to be one more outfit, but at the moment I still can't put it together, so it may be added in the future.

Another thing I wanted to mention, that applies to all of her clothing - Auletta always wear something around her neck to cover the scars left by the slave collar.

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There is a small problem with showing Iressa's outfits - she's an inactive character at the moment, and I cannot access her, so I hope that the screenshots I have saved before are good enough. (bless TOR fashion for helping me find the names of armor sets)

The apprentice outfit that Iressa has in chapter 1 of her class story. Again, a simple outfit with some armoring to better fit for a lot of fighting.

Pieces:

Chest - Juggernaut's Renowned body armor, (probably primary or secondary black dye), colors unified; Hands - Juggernaut's Renowned gloves; Wrists - some small bracers (can't check); Waist - Juggernaut's Renowned belt (not exactly, something similar looking, but again, I can't check); Legs - Zakuulan Security pants; Feet - Juggernaut's Renowned boots.

This is the armor Iressa uses in chapter 2 and on Belsavis. She went for something more imposing to reflect her status as a Sith Lord (hence the cape, for the dramatics). Wish the bandolier wasn't this big though.

Pieces:

Chest - Conquered Exarch chestpiece, (probably) primary black dye, colors unified; Hands - Juggernaut's Renowned gloves; Wrists - some small bracers (can't check) Waist - Canderous Ordo belt; Legs - Doonium Onslaught pants; Feet - Juggernaut's Renowned boots.

And this what she wears when she's named the Emperor's Wrath (on Voss, Corellia and everything after that). This one also costed me a fortune, the set itself isn't cheap on cartel market at all, plus I used a dye from cartel market as well. Looks nice though!

Pieces: Sovereign Executioner armor set with underworld boss dye (or honorable admiral, can't check which one exactly), belt is from Imperial Advisor set.

Interestingly enough, Iressa is another rare Force user of mine who never changed her lightsabers.

[captainnikki]

Today I'm going villager hunting for Ankha! Or maybe Biskit or Lucky.

I'm going to keep a running list of who I bump in to...

* indicates someone I might come back for in the future!

EDIT: This post is HUGE. In the end I got Ankha after 459 NMT, 3 irl days! I kept track of every single villager I came across.

I didn't find Biskit or Lucky at all in all of that time. As all 10 plots on my island are now filled I've ordered some Amiibo cards, so I'll be inviting them via the campsite.

First up, Vic! I absolutely love Vic 😭 And I'm sure he'll end up on my island very soon - but not right now. I'll take seeing him as a good omen! *

Next up, Beardo. I know a lot of people don't like him but I think he's pretty cute. It's weird that I'd get a smug though when I'm still missing a few personality types.

Thirdly... Ken! His outfit is cool.

Curly this time - he's on a survival tour apparently. Good luck mate!

Coach! His voice wasn't what I was expecting. He was on sister fruit island though, the most interesting one so far.

Purrl! I love her lashes, but she's the wrong cat! 🥲 Sister flower island though which is cool.

T-Bone. Are you mocking me Wilbur? (I'm a recent vegetarian)

Molly! Super cute but not who I want.

Moose. I like his sarcastic eyebrow. My eyebrows look like that too! He offered to help me lift trees and stuff as well. What a cutie.

Villager #10 is... T-Bone again 🫠 My first repeat. He's doing some introspection apparently.

Billy! He's so cute, I love the goat villagers so much. And his catch phrase is dangnabbit! So adorable.

Papi! Haay girl! I love his colour scheme. *

Prince. I like his name but that beard is looking a little funky. Maybe meeting Beardo earlier gave me too high of a bar for facial hair.

It's Mathilda! I love the red and black villagers, and the idea of the baby kangaroos. I just wish they had their own names and animations. She called me wee baby, so cute!

Cleo oh my gosh! I absolutely love her, her eyes are so freaking cute and I am a sucker for that purple and cream colour scheme. But she's not Ankha, so onward! *

Frobert. You know what, he's actually OK 'in person'. Quite cute, just a bit kiddish for my island.

Wolfgang! He's so cool.

Tex looks as sleepy as I feel.

My first bamboo island and it's Bangle.

#20 is... Murphy! Another one with a voice I wouldn't expect. He looks super cuddly. I love green villagers.

It's Lucy - that's one of my favourite names.

Chabwick! I jump scared him. I like his gamer vibes.

I'm just thinking... if I get Biskit or Lucky I may take them instead. Any of those 3 today. And we've got... Genji! He is SO awesome, I love his design. *

#25 is Rex. You know, I don't think I really like any of the lions. I think it's the shape of the species model that I don't vibe with.

Tipper! I like her eyes but I feel like her mouth looks like super messy lipstick.

Rory. His design scared me at first but actually I do think it's very well done, just not what I'm going for on this island.

Butch. His design is so nostalgic. I love the floppy ears.

Dobie. I really love the older villagers. I don't like when everybody in a game is super young. *

#30 - Croque. I'm not a big fan of moustaches without a beard.

Alice! She's so adorable, I really like her eyes, lipstick and freckles. The name Alice is one of my favourites too.

Peggy - she has a lovely face, it's a shame about her hairstyle.

Tipper again. We've not had many duplicates this time around.

Lopez! I really like everything about his design but I especially like his eyeliner.

Bam! He's absolutely adorable. I love his bold colour scheme and freckles.

Kidd this time. I wonder if there are any goats that I don't like?

Cousteau- not a fan.

Pierce - I feel a kinship for the ones with eyebags, as I also always look like I've not slept in 500 years.

Curlos. Not a big fan of his colour scheme.

#40 is... Hamphrey. Meh. I feel like a cute voice might have saved him.

Hazel. One of the cuter unique designs. It's a shame she isn't a jock. I wish the personalities weren't locked to certain genders.

Gwen must be good luck because it's our first money rock island! I like her hair and eye makeup.

Rio!!! 😭 It hurts to leave her behind because I think she's amazing, all of those colours and stars! *

Tammi is so cool looking, I think most of the monkey villagers are super cute.

Del is low-key creepy.

Annalise looks chill, very cosy vibes but definitely C tier. Why are so many of the default outfits fugly?

Chevre is precious! Those eyes and freckles! She's so pretty! *

It's Robin's turn. He's alright, I like his tail.

Why is Lucha giving me the side eye? I'm really not keen on when villagers have head gear that can't be removed.

And lucky #50 issss... Rudy! I'm not a fan of the wide yellow eyes, but we're back on money rock island which is nice.

Billy again.

Pompom is a sweet name.

Marcie is so adorable! I love the sparkle in her eyes and the cutesy theme of her outfit. *

Plucky is OK - it's a shame she's not coming to the island just because she could swap out that hideous dress. And with that my battery has died - I guess it has been 2 irl hours. Time to recharge!

Sly - the camo print villagers always remind me of my husband. He'd be grabbing Sly for sure.

Walt is so awesome. I don't know why I like the cranky villagers so much. There's just something about a grumpy old man I guess.

Weber has literally nothing of note to me. C tier. I seem to be getting lots of sister fruit and flower islands. A couple of bamboos and money rocks so far too.

Beau is so cute, I love his sleepy eyelids and cosy jumper.

I like Phil's colour scheme but I feel like there are a lot more distinctive villagers.

Villager #60 is... Leonardo. I like his cheetah print.

I see what they were going for with Derwin but he's not my style.

Tammi again.

Samson looks a bit generic to me AND he was hiding.

Tipper again.

Alfonso again.

Camofrog is pretty cool as a concept but his name is very literal.

Annabelle is cute but not for me atm.

Biff sounds surprisingly cheerful.

Tipper AGAIN! It's a good job she's cute.

#70 issss... Roscoe! He's incredibly cool, I love his leather jacket too.

Bruce is awesome, his stripes look great. I love the heavy eyelids too.

Tucker is an interesting concept but too heavily themed for me.

Rio again. Don't tempt me!

Big Top is cute, his eyes are pretty unique. Why did he call me a villain though? He looks more like a racer than a superhero.

Rhonda has tonnes of style.

Rocco looks so angry!

Bertha reminds me of Wendy from Peter Pan.

Candi looks odd to me. I don't like her facial proportions.

Mathilda again.

#80 is... Walt again. Aaaaaand time to recharge.

I find Coco pretty cute and I love how unique she is. She's not on my wishlist though.

Rolf looks like he has an eye infection.

I'm not a fan of the tiny eyes big eyebrows combo. Bye bye Joey.

Bruce again.

Rocket gives girlboss vibes.

Frobert again.

Maple! She's so adorable with those big eyes and rosy cheeks.

Queenie looks unimpressed.

Pierce again.

#90 is... frigging Elvis. Ugh. I'm already stuck with his annoying cousin Lionel from the campsite!

I dislike everything about Puck. Or maybe I'm just getting grumpy.

Naomi could have been cool with a little more tweaking. The baby blue with all of that red isn't it.

Mallary is pretty. She's a bit let down by her hair.

Joey again.

Leonardo again.

Bertha again.

Broffina is a mood, we love to see a winged liner and red lip look.

Rio again.

Twiggy has brought us to money rock island through the power of her furious eyebrows.

And lucky #100 is... drumroll...Ketchup! Hey, at least it's someone new. And she's pretty cute in person.

So we've met 82/413 villagers using 100 tickets. Let's see if it takes another 100 to meet 1 of our top 3.

Carrie has some nice eyeshadow.

I kind of like that Tank has a leaf for hair. Makes me want a salad.

Erik. I don't think I've met him before... is it just me or do all of the deers look the same? He looks pretty generically cute anyway.

Del again.

Phoebe is so cool! I love her vibrant colours.

I can see why other people would like Puddles but I'm just not a fan of the frogs in this game.

Chevre again! I'm tempted to take her but... I'm not a quitter.

Shari is nice but unremarkable.

Boone already wasn't my fave but then I heard his voice. Goodbye!

#110 is Ellie. She has a sweet little face.

Wendy's colour pallette is all over the place and not in a good way.

Hornsby looks like a blueberry.

Rolf again.

Bertha again.

JULIAN! My heart! I am so, so weak right now. Juliaaannn 😭 *

Big Top again.

Fauna - she's very cute and I love her little dress but she's not a dreamie for me.

Deli looks alright.

Avery is awesome, I love his markings.

#120 is Bruce again.

Nan is so sweet - I've had her as a villager before and she's such a calming presence. It's nice to see her again.

Truffles is horrifying.

It's Butch again.

Rasher makes me uncomfortable.

Egbert is the embodiment of how I feel right now.

Kitty is nice, I like her slightly off beat design, but she's THE WRONG FREAKING CAT!

Scoot would be cute if not for the head gear. I hate all of the default, permenant accessories the villagers come with. It really gets in the way of story telling.

Mathilda again.

Tom is so adorable that I'm not even mad that he's not Ankha. He's so expressive.

#130 is Elise! She's so cute and unique, I'll definitely be back for her later. *

CHERRY? 🥺 Why? Why???? CHERRRRRYYYY ❤️ 💙 💜 💖 💗 *

Mint is so CUTE! And she's brought me to money rock island too.

Annalisa has such a beautiful design, 10/10 very elegant and refined.

Fang is so pretty, I love the makeup on the male villagers. His cute little jumper too. Lovely!

Pompom again.

Murphy again.

Elouise is OK, nothing special. I don't like the fringe with the bald head.

Cobb freaks me tf out. Hate the idea of a green pig and those glasses are vile.

Boris the boar is basic.

#140 is Angus. I like his t-shirt and eyelashes. Why so many food related puns Nintendo?

Still not a fan of mustaches on their own but Cesar is OK. Looks like a tour guide.

Scoot again.

Bam again.

O'Hare is cute, I like his little hat and the colour contrasts.

Peanut is precious, she looks like a little colour explosion.

Faith is adorable but again with the built in clothing! I really like the little flower on her head though.

Ugh, Octavian! I really don't like the octupi, especially the male ones.

Rodeo is a sleep paralysis demon.

Rocket again.

#150 is Walt again.

Bianca is fine I guess.

Quillson has the most unfortunate hair cut I've seen so far.

Rolf again.

SASHA! 🥺 Are you kidding me?? He's so cuuuuutttteeeee! At least I know I am getting lazy spawns. *

Butch again.

Jacques looks like a dealer.

Avery again.

Kitty again.

Renee looks amazing, I love the magical girl look.

#160 is Bluebear. Cute but nothing to write home about.

Bangle again.

Anabelle again.

Cyd is cool.

Bud this time - him, Elvis and Lionel are the same level of bleh to me.

JULIAN AGAIN.

AND AGAIN!!!!

Ellie again.

Ava this time, she's alright.

Biff again.

#170 is Kidd again.

Pecan is so lovely!

Walt again, on money rock island.

Beau again.

Phil again on money rock island.

Marcie again.

JULLLLIIIIAAAANNN (again)

Erik again.

I saw yellow cat ears in the distance and it was FRIGGING STINKY! WTF!!

Azalea is a decent concept poorly executed.

#180 is Apollo on tarantula island! Apollo is a solid villager and now I have a tarantula to give to Blathers!

Qullison again.

Elvis again.

Pango is cute, I like the swirl in her hair.

Rodeo again.

Poppy is adorable.

Tad is a basic frog, not much to say about him.

Hornsby again.

Julian again.

Roswell is very cool, I love his crop circle markings.

#190 is... Tucker again.

Caroline is very bright!

Gayle! I absolutely love her style, she's perfect.

Ew, Zucker.

Iggiy looks like he's going to ask of I have games on my phone.

Raddle is fucking terrifying.

Friga - bit boring.

Velma again.

Portia is very cute, dalmatians are so cool.

Egbert again.

And #200 is.... Leopold. You know what, he's pretty cute. I like his catch phrase and glasses.

Kitty again.

Julia is amazing, I love those big shiny eyes. *

Rhonda again.

Timbra is pretty, I like her curls and she has a friendly looking face.

I actually like Al, he strikes me as a good guy.

Charlise looks like she'd shank you if you looked at her wrong.

Rhonda again.

Avery again.

Is Elmer named after Elmer's glue? Is that why he says tenderfoot?

#210 is... Hamlet. He's cute, in a toddler sort of way.

What happened to Freckles' hair?

Pekoe is beautiful! Really very lovely, and she has a pet tarantula behind her. *

Erik again.

Tammi again.

Chrissy is cute but she's been on one of my islands before and I got bored of her very quickly.

Renee again.

Del again.

Annalisa again.

Pecan again.

#220 is Whitney, a new face! I love the pastels in her face.

Diva is a whole moment - maybe there's some hope for frogs after all.

It's wild to think how many people's dreamies I must have passed up on by now. I can't believe I've not seen a single 1 of the 3 I'm looking for yet. Saying that, on this island we have... Rory again.

Quinn is GORGEOUS. I don't think I've ever seen her in game before. She's stunning. Those eyes! *

Ace looks unfortunate.

Rory again.

Hamphrey again.

Bam again.

Knox is interesting. Maybe for a fairytale themed island. It's a bit weird that he has golden feet.

Samson again.

#230 is Rowan. He looks like he gives 0 fucks.

Boone again.

Raddle again.

Octavian again.

Jacques again.

Pekoe again.

Jambette isn't that bad in person - I love her 3D eyelashes. It was money rock island too.

Fuchsia is immense, so colourful and I like her ear piercing.

Maybe it's just the name but there's something endearing about Bubbles.

Flip is kinda cute with his little teeth.

#240 is Sprocket. He's the least freaky of the robots in my opinion.

Harry is so gross, I hate his beard.

Skye is perfect for winter.

Rudy again.

Nate looks like a snuggly big teddy bear. I like his grouchy face.

Who tf is Pate

Tiffany is EVERYTHING, she is absolutely beautiful. *

Pippy looks very sleepy.

Stella looks like she maybe needs glasses.

Kyle looks like a musician.

#250 is Reneigh. She's very cute, I like her swooping fringe.

Hornsby again.

Shep! OK, I'm a sucker for weird designs done in a cutesy way. He's adorable.

Naomi again.

Pekoe again.

Rory again.

Snooty. Meh.

Cephalobot.

Aurora has empty eyes. Creepy.

I rolled back my Switch clock but it auto corrected even though I'd disabled that option?? And the plot autofilled with fucking SPIKE.

Avery again.

#260 Pancetti.

Bruce again.

Anicotti.

Big Top again.

Graham.

Boomer.

Zucker again.

Marshal!!!! I've learnt from my mistakes yesterday and I'm taking him.

And we're rolling again... I've bought Amiibos but I'm looking to see if I can get any of them sooner. We're looking for Marcie, Gruff, Ankha, Lucky, Biskit, Julia or Rilla.

Phoebe

Del again

#270 Peck

Big Top again

Apollo again

Chow

Fuchsia again

Bianca again

Sylvana

Hippeux again

Peaches

Annabelle again

#280 O'Hare again

Bubbles again

Celia

Tabby

Chow again

Admiral

Elvis again

Harry again

Amelia

Kitt

#290 Bertha again

Cally

Marlo

Avery

Candi again

Peewee

Coco again

Gwen again

Marina

Marina again

#300 Puck again

Bangal again

Frett

Chadder

Paolo

Boone again

Gloria

Static

Timbra again

Harry again

#310 Cleo again

Chevre again

Egbert again

Lucha again

Gaston

Lobo

Chester

Eugene

Moose again

Al again

#320 Cookie

Drago

Freckles again

Celia

Celia again

Molly again

Gonzo

Rodney

Lilly

Egbert again

#330 Alfonso again

Blanche again

Megan

Rory again

Deli

Boots

Astrid

Annalisa

Sprocket again

Zucker again

#340 Olaf

Jay

Graham

Teddy

Charlise again

Melba

Annabelle again

Drake

Marina again

Marina again

#350 Knox again

Beardo

Iggiy

Tipper again

Eunice

Dobie again

Henry

Broffina again

Felicity

Derwin

#360 Mott again

Rocco

Cranston

Cephalobot again

Alice again

Elvis again

Muffy

Boots again

Sydney

Ava again

#370 Rory again

Vladimir

Erik again

Eunice again

Graham again

Rocco again

Boone again

Sandy

Tia

Daisy

#380 Big Top again.

Pate

Rex again

Tiansheng

Mathilda again

Kiki

Drago again

Cashmere

Beau again

Soleil

#390 Kitt again

Knox again

Ed

Hamphrey again

Klaus

Google says the chances of getting Ankha is 1 in 506. It's frustrating to think that without duplicates I'd have met almost everybody by now. Bam again

Joey again

Carrie again

Peggy again

Alli

#400 Zucker again

Pate again

Vladimir again

Bud again

Queenie again

Diana

Velma again

Roscoe again

Marina again

Annabelle again

#410 Del again

Carrie again

Rodeo again

#413 Renee again.

Tex again

Gonzo again

Bianca again

Audie

Kevin

Biff again

#420 Opal

Chief

Monique

Ace again

Tank again

Limberg

Canberry

Whitney again

Octavian again

Ike

#430 Velma again

Vesta

Walker

Norma

Hopkins

Gigi

Clay

Marcie again... I really want to take her, but you know what? I want to see when I'll see Ankha.

Yuka

Cheri

#450 Patty

Frank

Tipper again.

Friga

Robin again

Lyman

Tammy

Sterling

Mott again

#459 ANKHA!!!!!!!!!!!