#gojo akane

[discendia]

Akane's sports outfit design for @notmarcdevil. Thank you so much for commissioning me again! ♡♡

Commissions open

[melissymo]

Has this been done yet??

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#satosugu #五夏 #ranma #らんま #jjk0 #呪術廻戦

[ya-rr-ow]

Terukane conspiracy theory board (ft. Aoi)

[ilylmwwifys]

—𝑺𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍

⏳ ,, Fluff, one shot

. 🕰 ; Reader fails miserably and went to runaway because of embarrassment.

As his hands tenderly cradled my cheeks, his eyes locked onto mine with a depth of affection that transcended mere words. Each caress carried a symphony of emotions, echoing the depths of his love and devotion.

With me lying there, legs sprawled, and him crouched at my level, he delicately wiped away the remnants of tears, his actions speaking volumes of his unwavering care and concern. I gazed at him, my eyes widening in astonishment at the intensity of his gestures.

Despite the relentless downpour soaking through our clothes and hair, he remained steadfast, unmoved by the storm raging around us. His steadfast presence, a beacon of solace amidst the tempest, spoke volumes of his commitment to bring me comfort, even in the midst of adversity.

The rhythmic patter of rain formed a poignant backdrop, each droplet a testament to the timeless moment we shared. It was as if time itself had slowed to a crawl, enveloping us in a surreal embrace.

And in that fleeting moment, as he softened his gaze, his smile conveyed a depth of emotion that stirred something profound within me. It was a smile imbued with a passion that surpassed all boundaries, a love that resonated with a depth deeper than the oceans and more profound than the cosmos itself.

Reo Mikage , Gojo Satoru , Geto Suguru , Megumi Fushiguro , YOUR FAVORITES¡

. [📜] honestly, I made this when I thought of the sweater weather song😻‼️

[ddarker-dreams]

having to introduce footnotes to golden girl just to keep this joke in 🫡

[zenithor]

I put like 12 characters I liked in a wheel decide and these were the 6 I landed on for this! (YAY WMALS ANIME!!)

[anshares]

Chibi Color Wheel Challenge Complete!

[lunaryugamine]

3, 6, 15 :D of the ao3wrapped

Thanks for the ask!

3. Fav fic you've read this year

Definitely May Death Never Stop You by slex. It's a Jujutsu Kaisen x My Hero Academia crossover where Gojo Satoru is reborn as Todoroki Touya that regularly makes me laugh and cry, sometimes at the same time. It should not work as well as it does.

6. Fav line you wrote

This one is really difficult, haha. I'm going to pick two lines from the two fandoms I wrote for this year.

For Trash of the Count's Family, I really love this line from Shrugging Off The Dust between Cale and Choi Han.

"'How am I supposed to explain to Mary why I know stars are made out of gas?' he asks Choi Han.

Choi Han, the traitor, bursts out laughing."

Cale, Choi Han, Alberu, and Sui Khan are the only four people in their world who have any knowledge about modern technology, and Alberu only experienced earth during an apocalypse and took away from the experience only that he wanted a gun. The source material is not taking advantage of a very funny concept and I am going to singlehandedly rectify that.

For Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun, it's this line from Twisted, Bitter Children about my favorite problem children Aoi and Akane.

"She was still angry at him, still bitter that he didn’t listen to her, even at the end when he said the only thing he ever did. But he did love her. He loved her twisted, bitter self in his own twisted, bitter way. His loyalty deserved a reward. A final, happy memory of her. Even if it was a lie."

It's a great description of their incredibly toxic but fascinating relationship that I really wish AidaIro wouldn't have just decided "Well, I guess it's fixed" even though they didn't actually fix anything. loud angry screaming in the background

15. Fav fic author to read this year

I love a lot of fic authors, but my favorite for this year (and most years) is shanastoryteller. So many of the fics I go back and read again and again are hers because she's great at looking at canon and taking all the cool bits and discarding all the rest. Even if you know nothing about what she's written so far, I'd still read at least one of her fics.

[discendia]

Akane's character sheet and headshot for @notmarcdevil 💙

It's always a pleasure to draw this sweetie~ Also thank you for letting me participate in her redesign. Have a little bonus under the cut, hehe (　・ω・)

[vivvypoo]

blog re-intro

the trial starts now. . .

writing fandoms :

𖹭 tbhk

𖹭 jjk ( not much tho, sorry ! )

𖹭 hsr

𖹭 genshin

its not much but ill add more in the future ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

we will only write fluff & angst. no suggestive stuffz, we dont feel comfortable writing those. ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) 

ill try writing more fluff hopefully ! ! we both like doing angst and fluff ,,

will mostly write :

𖹭 headcanons

𖹭 oneshots

𖹭 character x reader

𖹭 platonic & romantic

𖹭 AUs ( if u wanna req an au,, pls explain it correctly so we dont mess up.)

PLEAS req sm we barely have any ideas:((

if ur req any other fandoms,, it might be ooc bcuz we only know mostly abt our own interests.

We might also be a little busy with school,, so we won't have a posting schedule! Please be patient with our writing ^^

this acc is run by two ppl,, so pls dont mind if the layout/writing is a bit diff ! !

[reignpage]

A Date With Her?

Smau: in which they go on a date with your friend Warnings: angst, cursing, used Akane for everyone cause I'm lazy Featuring: Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna, Yuji, Megumi, Inumaki

[suntoru]

─ ✰ STUPID CUPID!

─ SYNOPSIS: gojo's desperate to get something from you, his unoffical partner (you just don't know it yet!) on valentine's day. what a pathetic loser.

─ WARNINGS: swearing, gn! reader, pure fluff, not proofread, delulu gojo, valentine's special, high school au, 2.3k words

─ AUTHOR'S NOTE: guys IM SO SORRY FOR SPAM REPOSTING BUT LETS FUCKING GOOOOO TAGS WORK AGAIN!! i am a firm believer in loser loverboy gojo!! have some fluff to make up for the angst before c:

"c'mon, c'mon, c'mon!!! it has to be somewhere..." satoru hisses urgently, his desperation clearly palpable. his frustration mounts as he rummages through his locker, a chaotic cascade of seemingly endless cards spilling out.

pastel pinks and softly-laced letters, each one a potential hope dashed as he frantically sifts through them. with each piece he retrieves, his heart races a little faster, his anticipation building as he scans through the names written on each envelope. riku, hana, aoi, chiyo, akane, akari... yet no y/n?! where was yours? the absence of your name among the others sent a wave of panic coursing through him, his heart hammering in his chest as the pile dwindles. his stress starts to seep in as the pile of cards gets smaller and smaller, and the ones he did read get larger and larger. he bites his lip nervously, his fingers trembling as he searches desperately for even the faintest trace of your name.

surely, there had to be something, anything, to reassure him that you hadn't forgotten him on this special day. what if they really didn't?? had he not made his feelings clear enough? but... he was so sure he'd get one! even a sloppily written, coffee-stained, ripped piece of paper would do. he just wants to see your name, somewhere, anywhere, in this damn pile of pink.

his heart pounds in his chest as he reaches the bottom of the mound, his fingers trembling with a mixture of anticipation and dread. with bated breath, he picks up the last letter, his pulse quickening as he carefully peels back the edge.

emiko.

the name stares back at him mockingly, as if confirming you really hadn't given him one. with a heavy sigh, satoru lets the letter fall back into the pile, his shoulders slumping in defeat. even the plush teddy bear that someone had left in his locker seems to taunt him with its stitched smile, as if was purposefully picking a fight.

"wipe that smirk off your face," he mutters under his breath, his frustration bubbling to the surface. the though of sending it flying across the hall sounded pretty good right about now.

shoko's voice breaks through the silence as she and suguru enter the locker room, their curious gazes falling upon satoru's disheveled state. "wow, you got so many!" shoko exclaims, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the pile of chocolates and cards. she quickly crouches, snatching a few of her favourite in sight. gojo lets out a dramatic sigh, sulking with a pout on his lips. he hates valentine's day. how could he not get something from the love of his life? they're dating, y/n just don't know it yet. suguru cocks an eyebrow at satoru's crestfallen expression.

"what's the matter? didn't get one from y/n?" he questions, confusion etched onto his features. satoru lets out a dramatic groan, collapsing onto the floor in a mixture of frustration and despair.

"nooo... what if they're giving chocolates to someone else?"

he whines, the mere thought of you bestowing your affections upon another causing a pang of jealousy to stab at his heart. he rolls around, letting out a quiet sigh. he imagines you shyly offering your affections to another upperclassman, causing his lips to tug downwards. it should have been his card you held, his name on your lips, your heart he captured leaving you starstruck. but instead, he was left with empty hands.

"sugu... am i dying?" he mumbles, drawing puzzled glances from passersby who can't help but observe his melodramatic display. "it hurrrrttts.... my heart..." he pouts, folding his arms in a manner reminiscent of a petulant child. shoko rolls her eyes in exasperation.

"get up!! you're embarrassing yourself," she chides, playfully nudging him with her foot. ignoring her, he lets out whimpers of sadness, fully immersed in his theatrics. but then, as if a switch has been flipped, he catches sight of you approaching down the hallway. panic washes over him at the thought of you seeing him in such a pitiful state. with a sudden burst of determination, he straightens up, leaning casually against his locker with an air of nonchalance. adjusting his glasses slightly and parting his lips in what he hopes is an alluring manner, he prepares to present his best self to you. suguru and shoko exchange a deadpan look, silently acknowledging the absurdity of the situation.

"hey," he greets you with a dazzling smile as you draw near, as if he wasn't just have a crisis about you seconds ago. you return the gesture warmly, and he can't help but swoon over you. you're so cute. his eyes are immediately drawn to the bag you're carrying, its baby pink hue and intricate design make his heart race with anticipation. is it a valentine's gift for a special someone? perhaps there's still hope that you'll choose him after all!!! he subtly tries to peek at it's contents, but to his dismay, it's sealed shut.

"you got so many confessions!" you remark in awe, taking in the massive pile of gifts surrounding his locker. it's only ten in the morning, and yet the offerings seem to overflow, spilling into neighboring lockers and filling the air with a sweet, floral scent. the space is thoroughly decorated, as if a unicorn had burst in and left its magical touch behind.

"did you get one from anyone special?" you inquire, and he quickly shakes his head, inwardly congratulating himself for his loyalty to you. (yes, he's that delusional.) "nope... not from who i wanted, yet," he sighs dramatically, gazing into the distance with a hint of longing. suguru and shoko, observing the exchange from a distance, can barely contain their amusement, stifling snorts as they eavesdrop on your conversation.

"hey, are you planning to confess to anybody?" he asks casually, though his heart is racing with anticipation. he subtly fluffs his hair and fixes his ocean-blue gaze on you, trying to gauge your reaction.

"hm? oh... i am, actually!" you admit, your cheeks flushing a pretty shade of pink as you attempt to conceal your embarrassment with a feigned cough. he resists the urge to scoop you up in his arms and pepper your face with kisses. nevertheless, his heart swells with hope, silently praying that the gift you're carrying might be intended for him.

"oh? and who to?" he feigns nonchalance, though every fiber of his being is hanging onto your every word, desperate for a hint of your true intentions. you look away, huffing softly, leaving him hanging on the edge of anticipation.

"it's a secret," you tease, sticking your tongue out before mentioning being late for your next class. with a quick goodbye, you slip away before he can protest. left alone once more, he slides down his locker, staring into the distance with a heavy heart. you... just left! does that mean the gift wasn't for him after all? his worst fears seem to be confirmed, and he feels the sting of disappointment threatening to overwhelm him.

someone else will get to make you blush, tenderly kiss your soft lips, and hold you close. but who could have possibly stolen your heart? he's the school's biggest heartthrob, after all. why couldn't he win over the only heart he truly desired? he's more handsome, smarter, and cooler than your crush, he convinces himself with a huff.

suguru slings his arm around his white-haired friend, giving him a playful noogie in an attempt to lift his spirits. "cheer up, 'toru. there are plenty of fish in the sea," he says, but satoru's mood only darkens further. he doesn't want anybody else; he only wants you. shoko sighs, rolling her eyes at the typical male cluelessness.

men.

as the day progresses, satoru slowly loses hope with each passing hour. he doesn't even have the energy to entertain the people who approach him, confessing their feelings with bowed heads. he smiles, accepts their gifts, and walks away, tossing them into his bag mindlessly.

he won't fall for any of them; not a single one truly understands him like you do. they only care because he's 6'3, and conventially stunning. but you? you go along with his silly antics, make him laugh until his stomach hurts, and only you can make him feel like he's floating on cloud nine. that's why he treasured having you as a genuine platonic friend... until his friends burst his bubble, insisting he was in love. it's only then that he realizes, oh shit, they're right.

the minutes trickle by, his anticipation dissipates, each passing class period making him lose hope that you'll ever confess. you're absent from his sight in every shared subject, from english to biochemistry, calculus to philosophy. with each missed encounter, his heart sinks a little lower, the disappointment weighing heavily upon him. when the clock finally strikes three fifteen, signaling the end of the school day, he finds himself trudging to his locker with leaden steps, the faint glimmer of hope dimming with each passing moment.

fingers trembling slightly, he slowly gathers his belongings, each movement drawn out as if in desperate anticipation of a surprise that never materializes. as he stands before his locker, the absence of your presence echoing loudly in the empty hallway, he can't help but wonder if you've already confessed your feelings to someone else.

in that moment, all he can do is hope—hope that whoever holds your affection will cherish you as deeply as he does, that they'll never bring tears to your eyes, and that they'll safeguard the innocent spark that ignited his own heart in the first place.

he plods homeward, shoulders slumped, his steps heavy with the weight of unspoken emotions. each footfall echoes a somber rhythm as he idly kicks a rock, the dull thud punctuating his melancholy thoughts. cupid is so dumb. his heart, burdened with a gravity far surpassing the load of his overstuffed bag, threatens to pull him into an abyss of despair. oblivious to the world around him, he fixates on the ground, unaware to the approaching footsteps until a familiar voice pierces through the fog of his depression.

"satoru!"

startled, he lifts his gaze to find you, breathless and flushed, struggling to catch your breath as you call out to him. your cheeks glow with exertion, your chest rising and falling with each labored breath as you double over, hands braced on your knees. it takes several moments for you to regain your composure, during which he can only watch, concern etched deeply into his features.

"i've... huff been trying to call you for... the past ten minutes! why didn't... you pick up?" you exclaim, frustration evident in your voice as you finally manage to catch your breath. he fumbles for his phone, realization dawning as he sees the numerous missed calls from your number, his heart sinking with a pang of guilt for inadvertently ignoring your attempts to reach him.

"oh... sorry," he mumbles, embarrassment lacing his tone as he rubs the back of his head. "what are you doing here? how did your confession go?" his attempt at nonchalance rings hollow, the weight of his own unspoken feelings casting a shadow over his words.

"actually… i haven't confessed yet," you admit softly, your gaze flickering away from his as you reach into your bag. you hesitate for a second, but take a deep breath as you try to calm your pounding heart. intrigued, he watches as you withdraw a delicate baby blue bouquet of lilies, with it, attached a card, adorned with intricate bows. the sight warms his heart more than he cares to admit, the lilies adorning the card outshining even the most extravagant displays of affection he's received.

"i know you probably have countless girls vying for your attention, but i wanted to take a chance," you confess nervously, your words tumbling out in a rush, unable to make eye contact. "i hope you don't mind that i chose blue instead of pink. it just felt… more like you." your vulnerability touches him in a way he hadn't expected, a swell of emotions rising within him at the sincerity of your words.

"i like you. a lot. i like your laugh, it's so pretty. i love seeing you smile, i always wanna be here for you. ...will you be my valentine, 'toru?" your voice wavers with uncertainty as you await his response, but when he remains silent, you meet his gaze, searching for any hint of what he might be feeling. to your surprise, his cheeks flush a deeper shade of crimson, his hand instinctively rising to cover his mouth as he struggles to find the words.

you almost feel like you've permanently short-circuited him when he gently cups your cheeks, a smile brimming with innocence gracing his lips.

"i thought you'd never ask," he murmurs, his lips forming a playful pout. he's tantalizingly close to kissing you, but then he deliberately pulls away, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips as he revels in your slightly annoyed expression.

"what?" he huffs, his thumb tracing along your bottom lip teasingly. "you teased me the entire day; don't you think it's my turn?" you're on the verge of offering retorting when you feel the gentle pressure of his lips against yours, drawing you into a tender, unexpected kiss. your cheeks flush with the rush of being caught off guard; he always had a knack for keeping you on your toes. he tastes like coconuts and cream and everything sweet, and you can't help but sink into his embrace.

your valentine. you can't think of anything sweeter.

...even if he does tease you for your sappy letter later.

© SUNTORU 2024. do not copy, repost, or translate any of my works on any platform.

[soapssuds]

i need some content BAD after jjk ending. if ur comfortable with it, could u do a little drabble about Gojo who is alive and well and just taking care of his pregnant wife reader? Maybe giving her a massage or something… could be fluff or smut! PS. I like to headcanon that he has twin daughters named Aoi and Akane… like his technique lol. ~🦶(is that emoji claimed already? lolz)

you shall be 🦶

"Where are Aoi and Akane," you manages to mumble as you couldn't even muster up the strength to open your eyes. Your whole body snuggling into the couch whilst being wrapped up in a blanket. Your swollen belly causing you some discomfort but not too much.

Satoru hummed as he sat on the floor next to you, gently tugging ar your blanket, "with the students. They begged to go on a field trip with them today."

You whined slightly as Satoru managed to steal the blanket. Though, when his hands started to gently massage your belly, your whines immediately stopped as your sighed in relief.

His hands slowly but surely moving underneath your (his) shirt so he could better feel your skin against his own.

"Aww, is my pretty baby tired?"

He teased you lightly, but you didn't mind. You liked being pampered. Especially by your loving and attentive husband.

Smiling at you and still massaging your belly, he easily moved to where he was laying next to you on couch. His whole side engulfing you as a big spoon as he turned you on your side to. His arms encircling your stomach whilst still rubbing you softly.

"You're too good to me," you mumbled breathlessly. Your whole body felt all warm and fuzzy as you sunk into him.

"I should be saying that to you."

[fushic0re]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐑 ⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆୨ৎ

𝐓𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞,

𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞,

𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬����𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐧𝐮𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐬,

𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬.

𝑽𝑶𝑳𝑼𝑴𝑬 𝑰: 𝑨𝑲𝑨𝑵𝑬’𝑺 𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝒀𝑩𝑶𝑶𝑲

𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅! 🦌☕📖❄...........akane aka @haravath0t & i have decided to come together for some cute holiday festivities! here, you will find fics posted from thanksgiving all the way up to december 26 that will hopefully get you and your bloboros in the holiday spirit. please enjoy ♡

𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆! 𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠' 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 ⊹ ‧₊˚ ౨ৎ

☃ = beware! this forbiden snowman will lead you to works with smut!

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

"you're a mean one, mr. grinch" || miguel o'hara x filipina!reader

"and so, the grinch's heart grew three sizes". | in which your grumpy husband thinks it's feasibly too early to start decorating for christmas, but knows better than to mess with a filipina and her christmas decorations.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

POV: glam-mas with sugar daddy!ransom drysdale || visual board + blurb

“breakfast at tiffany’s and bottles with bubbles, girls with tattoos who like getting in trouble. lashes and diamonds, atm machines, buy myself all of my favorite things.” | in which your sugar daddy makes christmas an entire affair of spoils for you.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟑 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

a husband's guide to gift giving || satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji fushiguro, ryomen sukuna, aoi todo.

how they are as gift givers (how soon do they shop, do they shop late, etc.)

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟒 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

POV: ice skating with steve rogers || visual board + blurb

the captain surprises you with an impromptu skate date.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟓 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

a husband's guide to noche buena || the fushiguros, the getos, satoru gojo, kento nanami x filipina!reader

christmas eve is when the real party starts for fellow filipinos. how do your husbands navigate the celebration?

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟔 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

POV: you and harry potter's first christmas. || visual board + blurb

you and harry are officially moved into your new apartment. it's safe to say that the first christmas spent together in your shared home is a special one.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟕 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

"butter, sugar, flour" || toji fushiguro (feat. baby megumi)

the sorcerer killer sure kills it at decorating cookies.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟖 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

☃ "is santa here yet?" || dad!satoru gojo

in which you and satoru finally have some alone time…but baby gojo is vigilantly watching for santa’s arrival.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟗 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

☃ "been an angel all year" || suguru geto

in which trying on dresses for a holiday party turns into a dressing room quickie.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟎 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

☃ a husband's guide to drunken confessions || satoru goji, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji fushiguro, shiu kong, aoi todo.

in true hallmark movie fashion, the holiday party ends with drunken professions of love.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟏 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

☃ POV: you and miguel o'hara are under cover || visual board + blurb

reader and miguel are undercover at a corporate christmas party spying on an enemy. things get a little steamy when their relationship is questioned.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟐 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

☃ "i saw mommy kissing santa claus" || suguru geto

it’s nanako and mimiko’s first christmas, and suguru wants to make it special by dressing up as santa claus. chaos ensues when they catch their mom kissing santa.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟑 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

☃ a husband's guide to presents || satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji fushiguro, aoi todo

who thinks of themselves as your present vs. who thinks of you as their present

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟒 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

☃ "undisclosed desires" || toji fushiguro

sparring in the snow turns into a heated exchange.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟓 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

POV: a white christmas with steve rogers || visual board + blurb

spending your first christmas away from the avengers up in the mountains in a cozy cabin, sharing childhood stories and heartfelt professions.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟔 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

a husband's guide to taking the kids to see santa || satoru gojo, toji fushiguro, kento nanami.

it's the time of the year in which you and your husband take the kids to the mall to meet santa.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟕 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

POV: christmas as mamaguro (feat. baby megumi)

christmas morning in the fushiguro household. all is well.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟖 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

a husband's guide to christmas recitals || steve rogers, andy barber, ransom drysdale, lloyd hansen, curtis everett

in which it's finally time to watch your kids perform.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟗 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

"chestnuts roasting on an open fire" || kento nanami

a cozy day spent baking and decorating christmas cakes with your husband.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟎 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

a husband's guide to mistletoe || satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji fushiguro, aoi todo.

uh oh! there's a mistletoe hanging above you!

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟏 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

☃️ "i'll crawl home to her" || ryomen sukuna

christmas miracles do happen. like sukuna finally reuniting with his long lost queen of curses after centuries.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟐 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

"i'm mrs. snow, till death we'll be freezing" || dad!satoru gojo

satoru decides to spend the holidays with just you and your child much to the gojo clan's dismay. christmas is filled with fun and laughter with no responsibilities in sight.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟑 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

☃️ a rockstar's guide to romance || rockstar!choso kamo

so...you're officially a rockstar's girl, huh?

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟒 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

☃️ a college student's guide to romance || college au!choso kamo

choso as your scary yet shy college boyfriend.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟓 °❆⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

☃ "i'll be home for christmas" || toji fushiguro

you knew that toji and megumi were a package deal, but the togetherness of the holiday season caused insecurity regarding your role as a mother to the toddler to arise. a particular mission puts everything in perspective for you.

[thehighpriestess1]

Hey priestess..

I totally loved your stories and ur way of writing..

This request is related to sdf ..

Now i loved the way you wrote ur story but a inner sadistic devil inside wanted to see more groveling from satoro..

So perhaps you could write a oneshot where satoro grovels and suffers a little more before reader takes him back ..

Again , ur way of writing was perfect, but I want to satisfy my inner devil..

You can ignore it if it makes you uncomfortable...

❤️

Hi Anon! Thanks for the request. I love a grovelling Gojo as well so I wrote this in a different scenario. I hope you like it :)

Genre : Angst with fluff

Pairing : Gojo x reader

The sound of the door closing thud echoed in the apartment. Gojo stood alone surrounded by silence. How did it come to this? How could he let it get so out of hand? 

It was a bad day from the start. One bad decision after another lead to a domino effect of fuck-ups. If only he hadn’t had that bad meeting. If only the stupid intern hadn’t spilled hot coffee on him. If only his clan heads had not called on him today to invite him for a gala night that he absolutely hated. If only Suguru hadn’t showed up in the afternoon, and if only he hadn’t accepted his invitation to drink. One drink after another, one mistake after another. Soon the 4:00 PM turned into 8:00 PM and Gojo forgot about his plans with you. 

You were waiting, dolled up in your best dress and jewelry. Waiting for Gojo to show up. For the past week the two of you had hit somewhat of a rough patch. It wasn’t due to lack of love but rather lack of time. Both of you understood that and decided that you would spend time with each other today against all odds. Gojo’s words, not yours. You picked your phone up from the table and sighed as you saw no message from him. You thought about calling him but dropped the idea thinking he must be busy with some last minute work. Your phone chimed and you immediately picked it up, it was a snapchat from Geto. You rolled your eyes and swiped to open the notification, something to distract you while you wait. But as soon as you opened the snap your mouth hung open and the time stood still. It was a selfie with Geto in the foreground and in the background was Satoru, sitting on the velvet chair with his self-proclaimed work wife, Akane, sitting on his lap and laughing with her head thrown back. Gojo too was laughing with his shades pulled back over his head. Before the snap could close you took a screenshot and looked at the photo again and threw your phone on the floor as you rushed to throw up. Your head was spinning and all rationality was flushed down the toilet. You sobbed sitting on the bathroom floor. How did it come to this? Where did you go wrong? You gave him all the love you had and yet it wasn’t enough. There was nothing more left to do. Nothing to say. No explanation was needed. 

You picked up your phone and stared at the photo. Nothing Gojo could say would ever make you forget this feeling so you sent him the photo, blocked his number, packed your bags and left.

Gojo’s phone chimed and reality dawned on him when he saw the time and your message notification. He stood up immediately letting the crustal glass fall from his hands. Akane and Geto looked at him in confusion. Before either of them could question, Gojo ran out of the club pushing people out of his way. When he was finally out he called you but it didn’t connect. He cursed loudly and looked at the surge of people walking in. There was no time to wait for his car. He ran through the crowds of people, ran across the road without waiting for the light to turn green, almost getting hit by two cars, but he didn’t stop, didn’t stop to pick up Geto’s call. Didn’t stop once. After running like a mad man for an hour he stood in front of the elevator, pressing the button frantically. He looked at his phone and let out a shaky breath when he read your message again. Under the photo  were four words that made his world crumble around him. 

Don’t look for me.

Gojo stood shaking inside the elevator, cursing himself. As soon as the elevator door opened on the 22nd floor and stormed out. He pressed the code with shaky hands and ran inside the empty apartment. The windows were open and the lights were out. It was cold and silent. 

“...Y/n..?”. Gojo called out as he wobbled inside the house. “Baby…I…I’m..I’m home..”. He sobbed. He knew it was too late. He stepped inside the dark bedroom and saw that everything was neatly kept like it was never touched. Your trinkets from the bedside table were gone. Your skincare that usually lay spread across the vanity was gone. He stepped inside the bathroom and flicked on the light, the emptiness made him question if you were ever here. The only remnant was a used makeup wipe smeared with the red lipstick and black liner. Gojo picked it up and looked at it. You had gotten ready for him, for your date. In his drunken state he could see you wiping your tears and make-up in the bathroom, packing your bags in the bedroom, dragging the heavy suitcase to the living room, taking your favorite coffee cup from the kitchen and putting it in your bag and walking out the door. Gojo stood in front of the door staring at it with the makeup wipe in his hand, eyes red with crying and drinking. You were gone. There was no note left, nor last words spoken. You were gone like you never existed.

-X-

It has been a week since you last stepped through the doors of this dingy apartment on the outskirts of tokyo. It was a stark contrast to the cozy home you shared before and definitely a place that Gojo wouldn’t approve of. But this was all you get at the last minute. You couldn’t risk staying at a hotel as you were sure Gojo would track you down with his contacts. Only a shady place with a mattress on the floor would accept someone with a fake name and no questions asked. You sat at the window overlooking the street with your leg dangling on either side and sipped on your coffee. You needed a new place to stay, you contemplated leaving tokyo all together. You had applied for a job transfer the day after the incident but haven't heard from your company yet. Long weekend followed by two other public holidays did not help your case at all. You sighed as you looked down at another incoming call from an unknown number that you were sure belonged to Satoru. He had sent multiple messages that you had read and ignored.

Unknown : Y/n please give me one chance to explain. It’s not what it looked like.

Unknown : Where are you? Have you left the city? Are you okay? Unknown : Please baby just tell me that you’re okay! I need to know that you’re okay!

Unknown : You haven’t been to work in a week, why? Where are you?

Unknown : Are you eating well? Please just tell me that you’re okay.

Unknown : I miss you. Please just let me explain myself. I need to see you once. 

Unknown : I love you so much y/n. I am so sorry for hurting you. I swear nothing happened between me and Akane. I was drunk and I don’t even remember when she came there. I had a bad day and Geto suggested we get a few drinks and I agreed. I never meant to hurt you baby. I promise. I lost track of time and I lost my senses. Please forgive me. I would never do that to you. Please trust me.

Geto : Hey y/n. I just want to ask you to meet with me once. Whatever happened that day was all my fault. I can explain everything. I can’t see Satoru suffer because of my mistake. So please give me a chance to clear the air. I understand if you don’t want to meet me but please give me a call when you can. I am really sorry for everything.

Unknown : I miss you y/n. Please come back.

Geto coughed as soon as he entered the house you once shared with Gojo. His face contorted into absolute disgust as the pungent smell of alcohol hit his nose. “Satoru!”. He called out to his best friend. He hadn’t seen Gojo in two days. The last he had seen was Gojo pushing past the crowds in the club. “Satoru!”. He called again as he made his way further into the house. He reached the bedroom and twisted the knob only to find it locked. Sounds of bottles falling on the floor made him make a beeline to the kitchen, where amongst empty bottles of liquor he found his best friend sitting on the floor with his back resting against the microwave, head hung low, in the same clothes he had worn two days ago, mumbling something.

“Satoru!”. Geto crouched down and held Gojo by his shoulders. Gojo looked up at him and smiled a defeated smile.

“Suguru! My man!”. Gojo yelled and hugged him. Geto gagged at the stench.

“Jesus Satoru! Get up now, let’s get you cleaned up”. Geto put one arm around Gojo’s waist and grabbed the countertop with the other.

Gojo stood up swaying. “I..need to call y/n, She should be home now. It’s been a ..while”.

Geto’s eyes teared up at his best friend’s condition. He felt pity and guilt at the same time. “Satoru..you need to clean up for y/n, right?”.

Gojo looked at him and frowned, “Yes. Yes, you are right. y/n hates messy rooms. I need …need to clean”.

Geto watched Gojo struggle to put the empty bottles in the bin and swore to find you to make up for his mistakes.

You lay on the mattress and stared at the crack in the ceiling. You were numb. Your mind was blank and you had no feelings left in you anymore. Maybe this is the last stage of grief. You cried out all the tears and screamed all the curses. You came up with every justification and You had thrown every furniture in the room. Now you were resolved to nothing. You had nothing to say to anyone. You just wanted to be.

Morning merged into noon and noon merged into night. Maybe you blinked and maybe you didn’t. Maybe you were breathing and maybe you weren’t. Your phone rang by your head but you ignored it. It rang again and you ignored it again. It began to rain outside and the cold air flowing through the open window was your only motivation to get up and use your body. The phone rang as soon as you stood up making you groan in frustration. You looked at the message and froze. 

Unknown : I am outside your window.

You blinked and read the message again. Maybe you were dreaming. You stood staring at the message. 

Unknown : Y/n, baby please I need to see you. 

You walked slowly to the window and looked down. He was here. He was really here. You looked at Gojo standing in the rain and looking up. You stepped back immediately and stared at the phone in your hand. 

Unknown : I’ll wait here for you. Whenever you’re ready I’ll be right here. 

You shook your head and locked your phone and closed the window shut. There was no way he would wait for you.

Somewhere around 2:00 AM your bladder woke you up. In a half asleep state you made your way to the bathroom and only when you were done you realized that Gojo was outside. Your eyes widened and you ran to the window, hoping that he had given up. But to your surprise he was still there. Sitting on the bench with his head in his hand. Drenched. 

The gravel crunched under your feet as you walked out of the building holding an umbrella over your head. You had contemplated confronting him but eventually gave up when it started raining again. You crossed the road and stood in front of him, staring down at him. Did he fall asleep like this? You hadn’t spoken to anyone in days and were unsure of what your own voice sounded like. 

You cleared your throat but got no response. Something fell from his pocket and you bent down to pick it up, it was a dried up makeup wipe and you were sure it belonged to you. It didn’t faze you and you kept it next to him on the bench.

 “Sa..Satoru”. You nudged his shoulder.

Gojo woke up with a shudder and looked up. His eyes widened and he immediately stood up wrapping his arms around you. Even though he was shivering, warmth spread over his body as he held you in his arms. But soon the warmth was washed away when you took a step back and refused to look at him.

“Y/n..”. He kneeled in front of you and took your hand in his. “Please..please forgive me. I am sorry. I am so so so-”.

You pulled your hand back and slid it in your pocket.”Leave”. 

One word. Not what Gojo was expecting. “No, please y/n. I..Please forgive me. I am begging you”.

You stared at the crack on the footpath. “I forgive you. Now leave”.

The sadness in your eyes shattered Gojo’s heart. He wept and begged to be forgiven. To be taken back. 

“You wanted to be forgiven and I forgive you! Now, leave”. You repeated, staring at the crack as tears rolled down your cheeks. 

“No. I won’t leave until you take me back. I need you y/n”. 

You let out a shaky breath and kept the umbrella next to him and walked away without looking back. Gojo stayed there, kneeling on the footpath, watching you walk inside the building. 

Gojo Satoru was nothing if not stubborn. He stayed there on the half-broken bench. Everyday when you opened the windows in the morning he was there. When you took the trash out in the evening he was there. When you closed the windows at night, he was there. You had never seen him eat or drink. Sometimes you would walk up to the window and cry as you watched him curled up on the bench, sleeping with his jacket under his head. Everytime you left your apartment building he would stand up and watch you pleadingly. When you returned he would still be there. Sometimes he would walk back and forth but eventually sit back down and look up at your window. He offered to carry your groceries but one icy glare from you had him pulling back. On the third day, you had enough. 

It was a sunny afternoon and the heat was driving you crazy. You stormed out of the building and Gojo stood up as soon as he saw you walk through the door. He was gently swaying side to side and he felt dizzy.

“Follow me”. You said and began walking back.

It took Gojo three seconds to process what you had said and when he did he quickly grabbed his jacket and umbrella and followed you in. He frowned when he saw the room where you were staying. It was clean, because you lived there but it was not the place where you belonged. 

“Sit”. You gestured towards the only chair next to a small round table. Gojo sat down silently and watched you crouch down in front of the mini fridge and take out a water bottle. You kept it in front of him and he gulped down the entire bottle in seconds.

When he was done he wiped his mouth with the back of his hands and thanked you.

“Why are you doing this? Why are you here? I forgave you right?! Then why are you doing this?”. You asked as you paced around the room.

“I..I want to explain myself”. Gojo said, looking at you.

You stopped and turned towards him, “There is nothing to explain Satoru!”. You yelled.

“There is. Just..please listen to me. Once”. Gojo begged. Your silence gave him the motivation to continue. This was probably his last chance to defend himself. “Y/n..that day, I had a lot going on. Everything was going wrong at work. My family was getting on my nerves and it was one fuck up after another. When Geto offered to go to a bar, I agreed because I wanted to clear my head before I met you. I knew I had to meet you. I remembered that. I even told Geto that I had plans of seeing you. But I just..I lost track of time and I don’t even know when Akane came there and how it all happened. But I promise..I promise you that it was just that picture where she got too close to me. Nothing happened between me and Akane. I ..I even fired her after that.I even went to the club and got the recording of that night, you can see for yourself that nothing happened between us. When I saw your message I left immediately and came home but you were gone”. Gojo stood up and walked over to you. He held your hand and gave it a light squeeze. “But I swear I never …never did anything …wrong. I fucked up, I agree but not in the way that you think. I am an idiot but I swear in my life that you are the only woman I love”.

“I..I don’t know what to believe anymore”.

Gojo nodded his head and took out his phone. He played the video for you. “I..I understand. Please just see for yourself y/n”.

You took the phone from his hand and watched the video. You could tell by his body language that he was really tired that day. You could tell when the alcohol began to take its toll on him. You could tell when he lost his senses and plopped down on the couch with Geto fumbling with his phone. Geto pulled out his phone to take a photo and right at that moment Akane came into picture, she seemed visibly drunk as well, and sat on Gojo’s lap wrapping her one arm around him. It all happened at once. Geto clicking the photo and Akane sitting on Gojo’s lap. You saw the way Gojo ran out of the club  pushing everyone, including Akane away. A part of you felt guilty but another part of you remembered the hurt you felt that day.

You pulled back with a shaking head. “You really hurt me, Satoru. Even if …even if we get back together it wouldn’t be the same. I..I can’t trust you anymore”.

“Then please give me a chance to earn your trust. I know it will be hard but I am ready to do whatever it takes. I’ll do whatever you want, I’ll follow you wherever you go. I don’t want to live without you. I can’t.”.

“Satoru…I have heard you and I forgive you. But I can’t be with you”. 

“No no please don’t say that. Please y/n. I’m begging you to take me back. I will fix everything I promise! I will take time off from work and I will do everything it takes to fix this but please please take me back. I…I fucked up y/n and you can punish me however you want but please don’t leave me”.

You looked down at his hands and saw the bruises on his knuckles. You looked up at him and noticed the eye bags and the sunken cheeks. He looked weak and frail and you pitied him. 

“I don’t want to hurt you, Satoru. If I stay with you then I..I might end up hurting you and I don’t want that”. 

“It’s okay. You can hurt me. I don’t mind”.Gojo shook his head frantically. “But please don’t leave me”.

“You don’t know what you are talking about Satoru”.

“I do. I do y/n. I..I deserve to get hurt. As long as you’re with me I am okay getting hurt. Please baby. Come home with me”.

“I …need space Satoru”.

“Take all the space you need. I will sleep on the couch. I will give you all the space you need. I..you won’t even know I am there. But please just come home. I..”. Gojo looked around, “I can’t let you stay here”.

You let out a defeated sigh. “What if we don’t work out?”

“We will. I promise you we will”.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep”. You cut him off. Your words pierced his heart but he was okay with it. You could stab him with a knife and he would be okay with it. 

“Y/n, I will try my best to keep my promise this time. I don’t ever want to live a day without you. It’s…it’s too cold without you”. 

You sat down on the mattress and Gojo crouched down in front of you. His usually soft hair was now hardened and disheveled. His usually spotless shirt was now light brown and crumpled. He hadn’t showered or eaten anything in god knows how many days. 

“What if it’s not the same anymore?”. You asked sadly.

“As long as it’s you with me, I’m happy and I’ll keep you happy”.

You remained silent.

“The car is waiting for us. Just say the word and we can start again”

You looked up at him with knitted brows, “if the car is waiting then why were you sleeping on the bench?”.

“I didn’t want to miss seeing you even once”.

-X-

Stepping inside the house you once shared with Gojo made you feel warm. But it wasn’t a home yet. It was just a house the two of you shared, for now.  As promised Gojo gave you the space you needed but at the same time he was close to you. Despite having multiple bedrooms Gojo insisted on sleeping on the couch as it was closest to the master bedroom.  He would wake up at the slightest noise and check on you. He would make sure that you had everything you need before going to bed.

Every morning he would wake up early and make breakfast for you. He insisted on doing the dishes and cleaning. He pushed the cart when you went grocery shopping and didn’t question or annoy you for another tub of ice cream once, but you got two tubs anyway. He brought you fresh flowers everyday and went to bed after you and would always wake up before you. He changed the sheets and restocked your favourite candles.

It wasn’t the same as before. It was different but in a good way. He cherished you more. Showed up on time. Always put your needs before his’. The momentary loss made him realize that you were his sun, the center of his universe.

One day when you asked Gojo if he would like to sleep inside, with you. He agreed happily. It took over an hour of awkward silence and twisting and turning before both of you eventually fell back in your old cuddling pattern. When you did, everything just seemed like a bad dream.

[metalandmagi]

The Real Anime Awards of 2023

Every year, I like to make my own anime meme awards for the important categories we really care about. Because who cares about best animation or anime of the year when we could find out who the biggest chad is?

Anyway, here are the nominations:

Prettiest boy

Shall Fen Shall (Sugar Apple Fairy Tale)

Every single character in Tsurune season 2

Leonhart…in either of his forms tbh whatever floats your boat (Sacrificial Princess and the King of Beasts)

Aqua (Oshi no Ko)

Akito Yamada (My Love Story with Yamada-kun at Lv999)

Izumi Miyamura (Horimiya Piece)

Best couple (and by “Best Couple” I mean they actually have to get together or at least kiss or something)

Himuro and Fuyutsuki (The Ice Guy and His Cool Female Colleague) 

Tomo and Jun (Tomo is a Girl)

Leonhart and Sariphi (Sacrificial Princess and the King of Beasts)

Akito Yamada and Akane Kinoshita (My Love Story with Yamada-kun at Lv999)

Ganta Nakami and Isaki Magari (Insomniacs After School)

Hori and Miyamura (Horimiya)

Honorable mention: Iwakura and Shima (Skip to Loafer) are perfect but they never actually get together.

Biggest Chad

Aizawa Tomo (Tomo-chan is a Girl)...is it possible to have Chad energy and virgin energy at the same time?

Helck (Helck)

Kenpachi Zaraki (Bleach: Thousand Year Blood War season 2)

Rentaro Aijo (The Hundred Girlfriends Who Really, Really, Really, Really, Really Love You)...he's what I like to call an "accidental Chad"

Andy (Undead Unluck)

Gojo (Jujutsu Kaisen season 2)

Anime That Was The Biggest Surprise

Technoroid: Overmind

Migi to Dali

Scott Pilgrim Takes Off

Oshi no Ko

Dark Gathering

My Happy Marriage

Best Siblings

Chobei and Toma (Hell’s Paradise)

Ruby and Aqua (Oshi no Ko)

Migi and Dali (Migi to Dali)

Nezuko and Tanjiro (Demon Slayer Swordsmith Village arc)

Vash and Knives (Trigun Stampede)

*SPOILERS* Hajime Aono and Nao Saeki (Ao no Orchestra)

Best Mystery

Apothecary Diaries

Kamonohashi Ron

Undead Girl Murder Farce

Migi to Dali

Pluto

Scott Pilgrim Takes Off

Best Redhead

Souma Shiki (Cool Doji Danshi cour 2)

Chigiri (Blue Lock cour 2)

Aizawa Tomo (Tomo-chan is a Girl)

Anarchy (Mahou Shoujo Magical Destroyers)

Kana Arima (Oshi no Ko)

William G Maryblood (The Faraway Paladin season 2)

Most Dunked on Character

Kahaku (To Your Eternity season 2)

Ganta Nakami (Insomniacs After School)

Tsugaru Shinuchi (Undead Girl Murder Farce)

Kazuya (Rent A Girlfriend)

Scott Pilgrim (Scott Pilgrim Takes Off)

Rudy (Mushoku Tensei) (When your central arc revolves around having erectile dysfunction, that’s just the entire universe, mangaka included, dunking on you)

Show With The Most Drip

High Card

Technoroid: Overmind

My Love Story with Yamada-kun at Lv999

Rent A Girlfriend

You Were Experienced, I Was Not: Our Dating Story

Trigun Stampede

Anime boy with the most “Baby Girl” energy

Vash the Stampede (Trigun Stampede)

Levi Ackerman (Attack on Titan the final season)

Kouya Madoka (Overtake!)

Totomaru (Kamonohashi Ron)

Kentarō Momose (My New Boss is Goofy)

Chris Redgrave (High Card)

Well, there you have it: all the categories that really matter. I know I could have made this a poll or series of polls, but this is just something fun and silly I put together every year, so I didn't want anyone bitching about my choices or saying "you forgot ___!"

Can't wait to see what kind of bullshit Crunchyroll cooks up for their nominations this year!