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[beatrice1010]

hello kitty 🍎

[dallasyt]

[riaki]

after party | satoru gojo x reader

gojo wanted to help you prepare a friendsgiving dinner, but he's a little tired n a lot tipsy.

cw: non curse au, everyones alive, shoko typical smoking, drinking, you’re married to gojo wc: 3.3k

this was supposed to be short but it just spiraled n i kind of hate it b i technically posted on the 23rd so it counts !! not proofread!

business dinners with satoru are exhausting, to say the least—you start the day early to the scent of coffee through a filter and a fresh breeze through your open window, sending your husband off to work with a hug and a kiss—maybe a promise of more if he pulls the 'five more minutes!' on you.

this one is special, though; old friends from freely youthful highschool days gathered around your dinner table on the mats of your living room floor catching up over cans of beer cold with condensation, the sound of can tabs popping and the fizzling of bubbly spirits over tables of warm food in tin containers.

geto, the tall man with dark hair and gauges, talks about how his two daughters are adjusting to city life, occasionally interrupted by cheerful brightness never dampened by adult years from haibara, an apprenticing entrepeneur under nanami who's got a thing for girls with big appetites. shoko and utahime are having a drinking contest, and mei mei's too occupied with her phone; checking stocks as her tacky nails click against the glass screen.

satoru can't cook. there's a reason why he always buys takeout when you're too busy to provide or you've already gone to sleep— he should be the picture perfect husband, because you deserve that and everything more. his only (self-perceived) flaws are his lack of alcohol tolerance and his inability to master the frying pan.

you always tell him he doesn't have to be a michelin chef— but with the way he's constantly sneaking a chocolate graham cracker from your muji snack bag or snagging the sour gummy between your teeth from your lips, he feels like he should compensate. so on this special november evening, when the hum of the city life outside your balcony gets drowned out by the cheerful mirth of a warm dinner table, he had decided to help you.

the warm kitchen had become a foodstained disaster— but with tearful round eyes and a hand tugging on your shirt, you'd resigned to helping him conquer the task of simple packaged noodles and soft-boiled eggs. he'd cut his finger— even the most capable teacher found his shortcomings against a blunt kitchen knife. needless to say you'd peppered it with kisses before wrapping a rainbow hello kitty bandaid around it.

and that brings you to the present: the result of your extensively hard work; a few soggy noodles collected at the bottom of porcelain bowls painted red on the insides in a lukewarm puddle of soup, full stomachs and a loose and welcoming atmosphere. you wouldn't trade it for the world.

you're fishing a pickled radish slice out of your bowl when satoru leans over, removing the arm that was snaked around your shoulder to drape himself on your lap, lying down on the floor with his knees propped up and his soft cloud-white hair sprawled over your thighs. geto makes a distasteful face when satoru's black socks brush against his leg. across the table, shoko knocks shoulders with utahime as she lights a cigarette; the latter's face flushes as smoke drifts past her lightly flushed face into the open window city night air overhead.

"hey, you. what's up?" you asked softly, chuckling to yourself as you set your chopsticks atop the rim of your bowl, leaning back on your arms to look down at him. he adjusts himself a little, wiggling on your lap as you caught a whiff of his beer breath and scrunch your nose.

"hiii, baby," he drawls, giggling a little to himself. his smooth, usually playful voice took on that deep tone he used whenever he was being serious, and it sent an involuntary shiver down your spine, so you hugged him closer and ran a hand through his soft white hair, brushing your fingers against the black cloth of his blindfold. "what'cha doing?"

"i was eating. you put too much pepper in the broth, 'toru." you smiled softly, tracing the line of his jaw slowly with one finger in the way you knew he liked so much; it was obvious from the way he sighed contentedly and tilted his head into your palm. whether it be from that unfathomably sweet smile or the tender way you held his face in your delicate hands, that was up to him to ponder. next to you, haibara makes a joke— something about mei mei's stocks, and she quips a snarky retort that has him laughing raucously while nanami makes a face.

"i tried!" he protests, almost a whine as he sighs; a hand sneaks up to lift the edge of his blindfold up so his eyes meet yours, and you're left breathless. it catches you off guard every time— those endless pools of swirling blue that stare straight through you, sifting through your thoughts like a scholar annotating an open book, all heart-shaped sticky notes and bright highlighters when it came to thinking about him.

"not hard enough, clearly. but it's okay; we'll do better next time."

he just frowns again at that, sticking out his lower lip in a little pout that makes your heart squeeze. your stomach is full with noodles and broth; you don't think you could stomach another bite if you tried, and you're not one to drink especially if everyone else is. so, you let yourself indulge a little— snake a hand on the back of satoru's neck and tilt him up until he's sitting halfway up and you can easily meet his lips in a kiss.

he reciprocates immediately, hungry like he was waiting for you; you notice that he hasn't eaten much of his food yet, so maybe he was. or maybe he knows how bad it is. either way, his tongue darts out from his parted lips to flick against your own for a moment, before he sinks his teeth into your bottom lip and draws out a teasing whine that you have to stifle because "we have company, 'toru," you have to breath as a reminder. he just laughs breathily against your lips, tasting like bitter beer and buttery vanilla as he shifts to practically sit on top of you, hands on your shoulders as his thumbs brush over your collarbone where the edge of your shirt fails to cover tantalizing skin; he's taller and eventually ends up bringing the both of you toppling down onto the mats.

your back hits the floor and a little gasp leaves your winded lungs— but satoru eagerly catches it with his lips and swallows it, like he's intent on getting drunken off his ass from you (as if he wasn't already tipsy) when he smashes his swollen lips to yours again. your hair is splayed out against the tatami mats like you're trapped in some marine watercolor painting, and for a split second satoru thinks if mermaids were real you'd be the most angelic he'd ever seen as his calloused fingers curl into the strands.

you're about to hook a leg around his waist when a shout catches your ear and you part lips with a gasp, sucking in greedy breaths as satoru promptly sits on your stomach. you let out a stuffed oomph from his weight, and watch as he slides his blindfold back on to look over at the rest of the table who're staring at the two of you like they're watching some forbidden steamy movie scene that's meant to be shielded from children's eyes.

“don’t kiss him while he’s drunk. it’s like rewarding a brat for bad behavior,” shoko says. you sit up with much effort, straining under satoru’s weight as you reach up to grab his shoulders. you miss, but he takes your hands and pulls you up, wrapping his arms around you to keep you from falling back down as you rest your head on his shoulder. utahime has her arms lazily draped over shoko; you assume she’s drunk from that, but if you were to inspect her for long enough you’d notice her can of beer was almost completely full.

“oh, i guess you’re right.” you remarked, frowning a little and biting the inside of your cheek as you pull away from satoru and glance at him. all of the sudden he looks like he’s ready to keel over; the shadows beneath his eyes are reinforced by the alcohol in his system and it looks like he’ll need to tape his eyes open lest he passes out right on top of you. you want to avoid that, so you gently push him off, sighing to yourself.

“don’t listen to her, sweetheart. you can kiss me all you want,” he smirks, a flash of pearly white teeth that would’ve been on your neck a moment ago if not for the interruption. you just shake your head with a breathless laugh, giving him a quick flick to the forehead. before you can pull away, though— he catches your hand, bringing your wrist to his glossy pink lips and giving your pulse a quick peck. “no, she has a point.” you hummed. overhead, the light flickers a little; a moth that had flown in through the window danced about the bulb. the faint sound of car horns filters through the window along with the breeze, recycled laughter and lively chatter from bars a few stories down carried in the cool wind.

you mill about for another twenty minutes or so, content to just listen in as old friends shared anecdotes and funny stories from separate paths of life; you soon learned that nanami was planning on moving to malaysia, and shoko was due to renew her medical license this year. the beer cans built up, mixed in with crumpled napkins that had penned doodles on the rough surface and paper chopstick wrappers. somewhere along the line, satoru had fallen asleep— you had to push his unfinished ramen bowl out of the way before he knocked his head against the wooden table and spilt his meal. you frowned a little at the sight of it— you knew he'd complain about his soaked noodles and limp seaweed sheets later on. you found yourself slinging one of your jackets over his shoulders, fingers lingering over his neck, where the scratchy hair of his undercut met soft warm skin.

soon enough, dishes are piling up in the sink and calling your name; the kids see themselves home via train station, spouting something about a late night pit stop in sendai for the mochi that 'our teacher likes so much'. you consider asking them to bring some back for satoru, but you decide you'll enjoy a laugh when he tells you about how he went to school the next morning to find out for himself, and the stab of hurt that will pierce his full heart in two when he hears the news. even then, you have to shush them as they show themselves out; you can tell from the way satoru's eyebrows knit together beneath his blindfold and the pinch of his jaw that he doesn't appreciate the noise, no matter how blacked out.

the conversation dies down a little, and soon enough, everyone takes their leave one by one. it's only when you settle back down after cleaning up the bowls and putting away the cups that satoru stirs, waking up with a mumble and a huff. his hair is a disheveled mess, and there are sleep lines on his face, but he's still handsome as ever.

"baby?" his voice is hoarse with sleep and dehydration. there's a dull ache between his eyes, feeling like he'd just ran a circle around the world. you answer from the kitchen, calling his name. it's late; past midnight now. the window's still open and satoru's can of beer is still on the table, almost completely empty.

"how long did i sleep? shit, did everyone go home? 'm sorry," he groans, standing up and stretching his arms out. his shirt rides up on his shoulders, exposing the arch of his hip just above the edge of his pants. "don't worry, 'toru." you hummed, washing your hands in the sink as you look over at him. he just nods, grabbing the can and crumpling it in his hands before tossing it in the trash.

"you okay? got a headache?" you asked as he walked over to you, careful not to hit his head on the arch that connected the living room to the kitchen. when you'd first moved in with him, you had to pin a strip of bright yellow caution tape to remind him to duck his head. you smiled as you reminisced over late nights, tucked in his arms as he mused about demolishing the wall there just so he could be rid of the bruise on his temple. then again, as long as you were waiting for him to kiss it better at the end of his nine to five, he didn't mind.

he nods, and watches as an easy smile stretches across your lips; they look infuriatingly kissable under the warm glow of the hazy kitchen light, shining off the porcelain cups in the sink. he leans against the kitchen counter, cold marble feeling through the thin fabric of his shirt as you take his leftovers from the fridge and heat them up in the microwave, standing before the black glass as you watch the little plate spin inside.

there's something about moments like these; so sweet and easy with you after everyone's taken the last train home and all that's left are empty beer cans and extra bowls in the dishwasher for two people with matching rings on their fingers to take care of.

he walks up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your chin. he smiles when he feels your hand cup his cheek, and he turns his head instinctively to meet your lips in a slow, sweet kiss; a muscle memory tango between familiar lovers. when he pulls away to catch his breath, tongue swiping across his bottom lip, you're already there with your fingers, pulling his blindfold down to rest around his neck and gently rubbing the spot beside his eyes, alleviating the tension behind them. it's unspoken moments like these that he loves the most in your relationship. making a mess in your kitchen is a close second.

it's a slow, easy night after a special get-together when the microwave beeps and you take his noodles out, bringing them to the table as you sit down next to him and rest your head on his shoulder, letting him tuck you into his side as he gets a bit of breaded tonkotsu crumbs on his cheek and insists you wipe them off for him like he's some oversized baby. you wash some cherries in a green plastic bowl, competing to see who can spit the pits into the trashcan without missing. in the end, he lost the game of rock paper scissor and was resigned to pick up the missed pits on the floor.

he's still wearing your jacket like a cape and even though it's far too small for him, he insists on keeping it with him when you go out onto your balcony to finish the last of a bottle of sake together, listening to the melody of the wind in the trees that line the sidewalk and the permeating hustle and bustle of the city, even when it's so late at night it could be considered early morning.

he swipes the cold bottle from your hands, finishing the last drops from the matte glass before letting it dangle between your fingers. and you're expecting it when he catches your arm to pull you into another kiss; he tastes like peaches and wine and a little bit of soup broth. it's slow, and easy, because being with him has always felt as natural as breathing, and being with you has made it easier for him to breathe, like the iron weight on his lungs melts away in the face of your unconditional warmth and care. the cool wind blows your hair in front of your face, and he laughs that charming boyish giggle as he tucks it behind your ears and scoops you up in his arms.

"i don't like sharing you with a sake bottle," you said, pointedly looking at the glass in his hand. he just grins, looking down at you for a moment. he can almost see it again; you, in that gorgeous white wedding cloth. he was carrying you bridal style in the same way now, when you'd decided to grow old together and host special business dinners as a couple in your shared apartment.

"don't worry, love. you're sweeter than any spritz," he laughs, stepping inside again and closing the door behind him.

it's routine, and it's easy, getting ready for bed with him, laughing when he pushes his hair back with a headband, looking like a pretty little princess. you suggest him getting a mullet, and he shushes you by shoving your toothbrush on your tongue, getting a mouthful of mint. the warm water rushes over your fingers before you dry yourself off, wiping your face and putting the towel away only to be met with the equal warmth of his lips on your forehead, peppering you with kisses.

you slip into the covers, still pleasantly cold as you watch satoru sit up and take his shirt off. he lets you peel the rainbow bandaid on his finger off, tossing it in the trash before pulling you into his arms, right where you belong the closest to his heart. "don't cut yourself like that again, okay?"

"it was an accident, baby." he chuckles, and you just roll your eyes. he reaches over to ruffle your hair affectionately and makes a joke about having you suck his blood like a vampire, tooting about how sweet it would be. "besides, i don't need to be careful if you're there to patch me up, pretty. shoko has nothing on you!"

he plays with your hair as you catch him up to the conversations he'd slept away; mei mei had left early when you'd given him your jacket to envelope him in your scent, muttering something about cheap perfume and worthless soggy noodles. he likes to play with your jewelry, you notice— fiddles with the ring on your finger, cupping your hands in his palm as he tucks his face into the back of your neck.

at one point, he asks you to do his hair, so you oblige, rolling him over onto his stomach and clambering on top of his waist. you braid his white strands into cute little pigtails best as you could manage as he tells you about his dream; something about harassing nanami in malaysia and a sunset kiss under crystal clear beach water. it sounds nice, and when you're done with his hair you find it easier to just massage his shoulders and listen to the smooth droning of his voice.

soon enough, you're both warmer than the lukewarm buzz of beer in your veins, and he doesn't remember if he fell asleep first or not, but the gentle melody of your voice haunts him in his dazed sleep as he curls around you.

business dinners really are exhausting— he's left wondering how you pull it off the morning after when he's hungover and the cut on his finger is infected— clearly, the hello kitty bandaid wasn't enough to cut it. the only reasoning that he explains to you as you take your morning shower together, fingers running through your hair, is that you didn't kiss it enough. maybe that's why his soup had too much pepper and he didn't know how to cut the cucumbers.

he's still an amateur, so he'll leave the cooking to you. maybe next time he'll pretend the takeout he grabbed on his way home from school was handmade, though he doubts his friends will ever believe him, or his students after he demands they buy him kikufuku as compensation for leaving him out the night before.

ignore the ep that came out today! everyone’s alive and well. trust my (riaki) stuff. don’t repost and/or plagiarize !

[moonybug444]

toxic!boyfriend connie who does not care!! even starts shit in front of his lil siblings :((

sunny n martin call you sissy🥹🥹n they call connie bubba!! tw both reader nd connie are lowkey abusive | name-calling | really toxic | reader may or may not be a cheater kinda left it at that.

you’re holding sunny’s tiny hand and adding the finally touches to her hello kitty themed nails, listening to her babble on nd on about this ‘cute boy from school’ n how her ‘hairs getting longer by the day’ n how shes just so excited to go shopping with you again.

you don’t mind though, in fact you love it. you’re glad she can pour her little heart out to you every once in a while when you come over. i mean she needs it, she’s technically always around boys. connie’s always got his friends over, n little martin—if not following connie around everywhere like a little puppy he’s at her hip yapping her ear off abt monster trucks and how he can do 3 pushups in a row now and as proud of him as she is, that’s definitely not what she wants to talk about.

she’s got a sparkle in her eye when you give her a cheery, ‘all done, girlfriend!’ and kiss her button nose.

she really does love you so much. she hates how mean connie can be to you sometimes.

no matter how much you try and hide it, she sees right past you. always giving you love filled hug.

connie’s walking in his little sisters room a beat later, little martin right by his side with his wolf plushy in hand. chubby cheeks dusting pink when he sees you. he’s just too darn cute. connies looking down at you n sunny sitting crisscross apple sauce on her frog shaped carpet with little nail stickers n gems scattered around.

“there you are,” he runs his hand over his tanned face, “been tryna keep ‘er all to yourself huh, sunny?” sunny giggles loud at that, popping up cheerfully n stomping over to connie.

“look what sissy did to my nails bubba!” she waves them in his face, cheeks clubbing up even more when she sees him look down at the nails, going into weird big brother mode.

hes grabbing her under her armpits and twirling her in the hair screaming that now shes ‘of the hello kitty royal family’ shes smiling impossibly wider and laughs along with martin and you.

you love how connie’s siblings excepted you almost immediately. moving from first name basis to the occasional nickname and then the sissy title fairly quick.

love how sunny’s always the first one to greet you when you step in their cozy home dragging you along, trying to spend all her time with you.

love how martin is always so much of a ‘gentleman’ to you—connie says you’re his first crush. you cant help but smile at that. ‘he’s always blabbing about you,’ connie’s mocks his baby brothers high pitch voice. ‘when’s sissy comin over connie, i wanna show her my new toy.’ and ‘m’movin away…gonna live with sissy!’

that should be enough for connie. enough for him to stop the name calling around them and the random arguements. turn on his filter at least a little!! but nope doesn’t matter when or where, when connie springer has something to get off his chest.

he’s gonna get it off n not think twice abt it.

>_<

connies laughing. laughing at you. it’s not genuine at all, he’s just trying to tick you off but it sure is working. you feel your face burning with every cackle that leaves his pink lips. acrylic nails digging into the cute mini skirt you've got on out of embarrassment.

he’s been going at it for some time now. you were upset because in the middle of chilling in the living room on the couch with sunny n martin—ponyo replaying on the tv for the nth time, he snuck up behind you, watching you scroll on depop looking at some new bikinis for a second before swiping it right outta your hand.

thinking it was just connie being silly, you ask for it back with a pretty grin on your face and a faux pout on your shiny plump lips.

but why does he look so mean? whys he chastising you for wanting your phone back? whys he embarrassing you and implying that you're a cheater in-front of his baby siblings?

because connie was bored.

‘why ya want it back so bad?’ he’s taking the hand not holding your phone and rubbing over his shabby overgrown buzz, putting on a huge smile for you before making a show of dropping it meanly. ‘got shit to hide?’

of course you don’t! you’re a lot of things but a cheater is certainty not on of them. and you tell him that.

he doesn’t listen though. pushes you down by the shoulders harshly when you try to reach up for your device and tells you ‘and stay down.’ like your some kinda dog or somethin. that’s the stuff that brings tears to your eyes.

>_<

hes not laughing as much anymore now. just letting out little giggles and trying to catch his breath. “you’re a crybaby. over a fucking joke. seriously are you—”

you keep reminding yourself that sunny n martin are watching. that you’re already a sobbing mess and you don’t need to embarrass yourself further in front of them. but all that goes out the window when hearing connie’s boisterous laugh grow louder.

“s’not about that connie! hic you-you dont fucking respect me…!” it’s true he doesn’t. you can tell he’s not even really listening to you right now, scrolling through the insta messages on your phone.

“not a fuckin cheater huh? what’s up with all the boys in your phone then huh slut?” he’s ducking the marc jacobs bag you throw at him just barely. there’s more tears pooling at your lash line. “don’ call me names you stupid asshole!” you're stomping over to him to do..something! you don't know yet, just know you wanna hurt him.

it takes a while for you to calm. connie has to hold you down after you’ve thrown half the shit in his living room at him n delivered one harsh slap to his face and scratching him up a bit. he’s calling you all sorts of names in the process. ‘slut, dumb-bitch, whore’ names that had sunny covering her little brother’s ears. it doesn’t help.

little martin’s brows are furrowed when his little sister jumps at a loud crash—its connie pushing you into the freshly restocked dishwasher, he looks up at his big sister, a pout on her lips and her little fists clenched and tucked to her sides.

connie tells them not to call anyone bad words. and if they do they’re reserved only for bad people. so martins confused.

“s’wrong sunny, big sissy’s not bad.”

>_<

you’re in connie’s room now, sitting on his bed watching him watch you. you look down.

you’ve calmed down but your still crying. connie’s wiping at your face and cooing at you. you feel your nails tighten in your skirt. he still has your phone—satisfied with the mini insta check he did—he placed it in the band of his boxers for now, he’ll check it better later. right now he needs to pacify his baby.

“s’just n-n-not fair hic connie..you take- hic take mine whenever, but hic m’not even allowed yours..” you’re nervous more than you should be, slowly looking up at his handsome face preparing for the worst. he’s already looking down, pulling you further in his lap. making sure to press a few kisses to your forehead.

“dont you ever do some shit like that in front of my siblings again,” he’s huffs, completely disregarding what you said. you wince when he’s tightening his grip on your hips and snarling at you, getting real close to your face, “all because you wanna be a fucking drama queen, you ruin the whole fucking day.”

you’re mad at him, so mad you cant help but start crying. again. you’re telling him how you didnt ruin the whole day..but your brains tellin you otherwise. theres snot coming down your nose when you tell him sorry and how you’ll never make a fuss about it again.

youre getting up heading to sunny and martin who are sitting in the kitchen, waiting for you n connie to come out the room holding hands like always.

but it’s just you with dried tears and a soft pout on your face. you’re bending down in front of them and they’re immediately pulling you into a calming hug.

>_<

you’re sleeping soundly in connie’s bed, pretty french toes peaking out of the big dark blue comforter draped over you. connie took a shower with you after completing ponyo again with sunny and little martin. you felt sleepy so he took you to his room and kissed you goodnight, promising your phone would be next to you when you woke up.

>_<

connie’s in the kitchen fridge door wide open with nothing but his plaid blue pj pants, drinking some of that good flavored coffee creamer n scratching the toned abs on his tummy, fully expecting everyone to be sound asleep. so he’s confused when he hears tiny feet running up to him followed by painless stomping on his sock clad foot. he looks down. oh, his baby brother.

he’s angry. little fist bunching up around his wolf plushy. trying to look as intimidating as possible.

“connies mean!” hes got tears in his eyes just thinking about it, “made sissy cry, s’not like a gentleman at all,” he puffs out. says ‘gentleman’ like ‘ganndleman’ and connie cannot take him fucking serious.

“alright,” he says it with a huff. lifting his wounded baby brother right off the ground, nd on his hip watching him thrash around. trying his best to hurt connie. “quit it.”

it doesn’t take long for the big boy facade to drop when connie’s rubbing his back and turning on ‘ponyo’ yet again. s’really the only movie he’ll watch. they’re chilling on the couch while martins’ sucking his thumb staring up at connie. connie’s used to his baby brothers weird habits. like staring at him 24/7 and gravitating towards connie every time he’s working out.

plopping his butt down on his brothers back when he sees him get in a push-up position.

“bubba why’d ya call sissy all those mean names,” he’s popping his fingers out his mouth, “said s’only for-for mean people..sissy’s not mean. sissy’s nice.” connie’s ruffling his head.

“s’cuz bubbas’ dumb sometimes.” he’s taking a breath. choosing his words carefully. “y’know i make mistakes too. (name) forgives me though so—”

“papa says that you learn from mistakes—”

“i have learned marty—” connie feels his brows getting pulled up.

“why do ya keep doin em them silly!” martins giggling at his brother. he doesn’t know how it’s possible—making the same mistake not once or twice but more time than he can count and still not catching up.

and connie doesn’t either.

[that-lazy-animator]

TADC headcanons because I'm bored (3/11)

🎀♥Gangle addition♥🎀

Gangle is dateing Zooble. (because yes)

Gangle is best friends with Kinger.

If Gangle tragedy mask break ( if it ever does) it'll be instantly replaced with a different emotion mask.

Gangle will draw pretty much everyone.

Gangle talks to Ragatha often and usually vents to her or talk to her about jaxs.

Gangle has pretty bad stage fright.

Gangle is Pansexual. :3

Gangle I feel like there's a type of person whenever they type they will mean these [:3 >:3 :0 >:0]

Had never swear in their entire life.

Gangle it's pretty crafty and loves making stuff even made herself a replacement mask when her comedy mask broke.

Loves hello kitty/Sanrio.

at least owns 12 plushies.

Has a hello kitty taser.

gangle doesn't actually have this wear filter on them because of how rarely they cursed if never.

gangle favorite ice cream flavor is either Neapolitan or vanilla.

[tracyfan2005]

🦝🦝🦝 KIRKLOW'S RACCOON HOLE!🦝🦝🦝

Hello everyone! My name's Kirklow, however you can call me Kirk, Kir, Tracy Fan, Tracy Enjoyer and other nicknames. This is only the case if you ever got a pretty creative nickname for me, that I'd like to be called by you. I'm a profic, anti-harrassment and anti-censorship. I block freely, so you can expect what happens if you're gonna be an asshole. I'm multifandom, so there will be lots of fandoms there.

Minors, please don't interact with me - my blog is 18+ and, even if you would filter the #nsft tag, I prefer if you won't interact with me

🦝🦝🦝Please, read more under!🦝🦝🦝

The reason why I called myself "tracyfan2005" is simple - I absolutely adore Tracy, one of Kitty White's friends from the older cartoons that featured him, such as "Hello Kitty's Paradise", "Hello Kitty & Friends", "Growing up with Hello Kitty" and "Hello Kitty Ringo No Mori" anime. I literally love this little guy and those old cartoons, because of how enjoyable they were. Except for that raccoon dude, I enjoy the entire friend group, that I call them "London friends", because of all of those series, maybe except for "Ringo no Mori" took place in England, specifically - in London.

Because of that, if you see a tag "Kitty's London Friends" (if the post features Kitty) or "London Friends" (if the tag features just the friend group), then you know what does it mean.

Except for the original friend group, I love most of the characters from Sanrio, like the most popular ones, or the lesser known ones. However, I won't really talk about the recent stuff Sanrio did with the universe, such as adding Sanrio Town, separating Kitty from her London Friends, etc., so don't expect me to even talk, whenever I make a post about those critters, to include Sanrio Town.

The tags I will use are simple:

#kirklow's rants about things - I rant about various stuff

#kirklow draws stuff - the post is about a drawing I created

#kirklow's aus and headcanons - the post is about either an au or headcanons (it can be both at the same time)

#ramblings about stuff - I ramble about stuff

I might include more tags soon, however those will be the main ones.

I'm a darkshipper, comshipper and proshipper - so, expect me to post various things related to it, going from the "light-hearted" stuff to outright darkest stuff.

🦝🦝🦝My favourite problematic tropes are:🦝🦝🦝

big age gap,

teacher/student

incest in any form (parent/child, cousin/cousin, uncle/cousin etc.)

abusive relationships,

toxic behaviour that makes the character do horrible stuff,'

codependency (and when I say it, I mean the most heavy codependency you'd ever see!)

non/con

Abuser x Abused

Tortured x Torturer

Stalker x Someone who they're obsessed with

torture and abuse

toxic manipulation

mind rape

miscarriage

l0li and sh0ta

I will tag and warn about them, so you will be aware what you're going into, when you look at the account.

I won't say any names of my other accounts, until I will figure things out.

So, that's all, folks, I hope you're going to enjoy it there!

[chenziee]

There have been many posts like this but my two cents for people coming here from twitter and who've never used this hell site (affectionate):

Reblog content, likes or replies don't do anything to spread the posts because there is no algorithm for your dash (THANK GOD)

You can make as many sideblogs as you want if you want to separate your interest so your followers from the hello kitty fandom aren't subjected gore and body horror (this is entirely up to you tho, there are both the people who throw all their posts on one blog and the people who have 4729 hyper-specific blogs)

Use tags for your ORIGINAL posts to show up in searches

You can also use tags to help organise your blog (you can search by said tag on blogs) and so people can filter them if they need to (ESPECIALLY triggers and spoilers - for these, try to use a generaly accepted tag and not something unique to you to make other people's lives easier)

Also put compliments and just ramble in tags if you want, overwhelming majority of creators read them and they make them stupid happy

On desktop, @new-xkit-extension is your best friend

Pornbots are tumblr's "looking for a part time job?" and they're a part of the package. Just report, block, and ignore

You can hide your likes and who you follow from people visiting your blog in user settings

You can also manage filtering, set if you want to see "sensitive" content (marked with community labels), notifications, if you want people to see if you're online, manage your blocklist and a bunch of other stuff in user settings - I recommend you take the time and look through everything in there

There is no spoiler/blur image option but you can use the read more/keep reading function (on mobile, just put :readmore: on its own line)

[noemilivv]

hii i saw ur reqs were back open so can i request a hh matchup, for platonic AND romantic if you could?^^

im genderfluid, , mainly fem, and im omnisexual(pref for women), my love languages are physical touch and gift giving. If i can be touching my s/o in any situation, i will, and i js love giving and receiving gifts, it makes me feel loved and lovely. im very clingy and get jealous, very easily.

im a very forgetful person so i would like someone that could remind me of things^^

im an estp personality type, if im w the right ppl, i love to party, go places, do fun things! if im confortable enough im loud and energetic and practically have no filter. (love to gossip though)

I do have depression, adhd, n anger issues, i would need someone that can deal w that and stay w me

im 5'1, i have blonde hair just below my shouldees w curtain bangs and blue eyes. i will litteraly wear any clothing style. goth? sure! emo? ofc? coquette? ok! grunge? oo ok! like any style, i love trying new things!!

i love:pink, fruit, music (alot of it), fashion, partying, fluffy socks and blankets, snakes, movie nights, my phone, drawing, hello kitty

i hate: stress, doing everything myself, valentino., being ignored, breaking stuff, country music.

hope thats enough!

the valentino part is so real LMAO anywho, i picked the same person, cause i see it as a friends to lovers thing, so i hope that’s okay!! anywho, the mystery pick is…

Velvette !!

She’s tolerant of you when you both first meet, she’s kinda bratty so she’s picky, but she turns up

Once she sees your ‘party’ energy, you both are instantly besties

Due to your love of many styles, she has you as one of her top models, you’re even on Vox’s show a couple times!

But over time, she begins to develop feelings for you…

Once you both get together, you both are ALL OVER eachother haha

Gift wars, constant cuddles, the list goes on…

She loves you a lot though, besties or lovers, her love grows for you everyday <3

[jypsyvloggin]

How to find the Hello Kitty filter on Snapchat?

How to find the Hello Kitty filter on Snapchat? #hellokitty

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[steampunkforever]

On watching Strays I couldn't help but ask "How do these movies keep making money?" The answer to that is "they don't," as Strays has a reported box office ten million dollars under its budget. Even so, it wouldn't be a filmpost if I didn't subject you to several rambling paragraphs on a film you'll never see, so let's get started on a structural analysis of the talking dog movie where they get to say the F-Word.

The premise is basically "what if we took a children's movie like Disney's Bolt (remember Bolt?) or Homeward Bound and peppered in a bunch of sex jokes?" Not to fall into the same camp as people who get tattoos of innocent cartoon characters flipping you off, but I understand the novelty of the concept. Twisted hello kitty edits have been a thing for a long time on this site. And I'll grant you, it's funny! Just not in this execution.

The issue with Strays as a film is that despite the adult content within, it's still structured at the level of a children's movie. Which is to say that in spite of the mature content, the film itself is not set up to do more than passably amuse an adult audience any more than Madagascar 3's jokes that kids wouldn't get does. And that's fine for Madagascar 3, where the intent is for children to laugh at the penguins doing funny things as their parents appreciate being able to bring the whole family to the theater. I just can't see myself as an adult walking into my local cineplex and picking this one, even if I were the type to enjoy the humor within.

There are two target demographics for this film: 14-year-old boys having a sleepover at the friend with cool parent's house that are looking for an edgy film, and college age adults looking to get mildly high and have a pleasant experience that pairs nicely with their cold pizza. Which makes sense seeing that the Honest Trailers guy wrote the film. But there are better bro comedies with Will Ferrell in the leading role that you could put on instead. Heck, there are better bad Adam Sandler projects you could put on, and I say this as someone so snobby as to name all my pets after literary figures.

About ten years ago there was a puritan censorship video service (originally disc based, but has now transitioned to streaming and been joined by other services like Clearplay and Pureflix) called VidAngel that filtered your choice of objectionable content from popular films, sanitizing them. Were you to censor Strays like this you'd go from an edgy 90 minutes to a tight 45 that your 7 year old niece would love.

[karts-pit-of-art]

WEEELL hello there!! Silliest of art blogs! Hi! Hey! It's too late to write a proper introduction post right now.

Kat!

She/her

Minor

MAIN BLOG @kartsstuffig! I post and rb silly things, and you can find older art there assuming I haven't decided to archive it here.

Iunno what I'm doing! We have fun here.

All reblogs will be from my main. They are tagged with #kats art from main

Filter this tag if you just want the fresh stuff I put here.

Character tags and whatever else I end up adding under the cut!!

Character tags as of right now:

- #sona kat | used for my sona.

- #p1s sona | used for my friend, @not-p1's sona.

- #kat emeralda-s | used for one of my main and oldest OCs, Kat.

- #blu e-sevarius | used for the above's sister, another one of my OCs. She is largely uncharacterized as I do practically nothing with her.

- #kats kitty | used for my Shadow the Hedgehog lookin thing that I will not elaborate on.

- #kats kuma | used for my shitpost sona thing. Please bully him at your earliest convenience.

- #kats rosso | used for an older Peppino clone OC of mine. He came to be when chili was thrown in the cloning vat.

- #kats devoni | used for another, I think newer Peppino clone OC. Has stethacanthus DNA in him and a brother named Mako.

- #kats amosis | used for a Sonic OC I don't draw.

- #kats haplo | used for a new guy! Essentially like if you cloned Sonic but somehow fucked them up just enough somewhere in the process for them to have a completely different personality from him.

- #kats koi | used for my most average guy🫡 All jokes aside, a calico cat mobian. Not much more, not much less.

[boinin]

for @marcsnuffy and that one anon

Pride, Prejudice & Penalties

Blue Lock x Austen AU

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single football player in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a rival.

Causing immediate excitement among Ego Jinpaichi and his five young wards, Kunigami Rensuke, a wealthy young football player, has rented a nearby stadium in their locality. He arrives in town accompanied by his fashionable teammate Alexis Ness and their good friend, Michael Kaiser. While Kunigami is well-received in the sporting community, Kaiser begins his acquaintance with smug condescension and proud distaste for all the unsigned players.

Kunigami and Chigiri Hyouma begin to grow close despite Jinpaichi’s embarrassing interference and the opposition of Ness, who considers Chigiri athletically inferior.

Isagi Yoichi is stung by Kaiser’s haughty rejection at a local game and decides to match his coldness with his own wit.

Cast list and rambling thoughts under the cut.

I'll reiterate this was a 2am brainrot kind-of idea and I have no scope to actually write this, unfortunately. So if anyone feels like making their own version, go ahead! I claim no ownership haha.

Here's how I provisionally cast the different P&P roles:

1. Mr. Bennet: Noel Noa

2. Mrs. Bennet: Ego Jinpachi

3. Miss Jane Bennet: Chigiri Hyouma

4. Miss Elizabeth Bennet: Isagi Yoichi

5. Miss Mary Bennet: Igarashi Gurimu

6. Miss Catherine Bennet (Kitty): Raichi Jingo

7. Miss Lydia Bennet: Bachira Meguru

8. Mr. Charles Bingley: Kunigami Rensuke

9. Miss Caroline Bingley: Alexis Ness

10. Miss Charlotte Lucas: Nagi Seishiro

11. Rt. Hon. Lady Catherine de Bourgh: Barou Shoei

12. Miss Anne de Bourgh: Sendou Shuto

13. Colonel Fitzwilliam: Oliver Aiku

14. Rev. William Collins: Mikage Reo

15. Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy: Michael Kaiser

16. Miss Georgiana Darcy: Hiori Yo

17. Mr. George Wickham: Itoshi Rin

On reflection, I agree Nagi and Reo are more fitting as Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth... if you want to go down the romance route. Nagi is that guy who means well but has no filter and doesn't express himself well. Reo has the spirited attitude of Lizzie and the cleverness/conviction to confront an asshole like Darcy. It definitely helps that Reo's canonically written to resemble a maiden in love 💜

But I envisioned this as a satire regarding rivalry, loosely following the events of P&P. There's no better rivals than Kaisagi IMO. Another good option would be Rin and Isagi as Darcy/Lizzie. Then you could make Sae a reeeeally shady Georgiana and Shidou Wickham. Igaguri can be Lydia lololol

Kunigami as Bingley and Chigiri as Jane is my bias showing - but Chigiri fits well as Jane, the beautiful lovesick sibling who yearns for a rival that has seemingly rejected them (hello, Wild Card Kunigami).

The other castings were fitting characters I personally enjoy to leftover roles. They're not particularly well thought-out. I loooove Barou as Lady Catherine though, especially where Isagi is Lizzie. He has a similar condescending vibe in Blue Lock and again, through the lens of rivalry, their confrontation would be hilarious. Otherwise, Noa or Ego would be fitting as Lady Catherine, playing on the difference in age and footballer status.

Kaiser as Catherine and Ness as Mr. Collins would also work beautifully.

I have Bachira and Rin as Lydia/Wickham because I enjoy their ship, but appreciate they don't fit the characters perfectly. But I can see Bachira running off to become Rin's rival, as well as Rin trying to convince Isagi to be his.

Ego and Noa raising football orphans with very different methodologies? Of course ✨ Isagi being closer to Noa is a nice nod to BLLK canon.

Here's my writing notes, on approaching this:

Take text of certain scenes and moments from P&P and flip them to read as if from Isagi’s perspective. Instead of marriage, it's rivalries, and they're seeking club offers rather than rival offers.

The dialogue should be similar but irreverent. Characters like Sendou and Nagi are present for a gag, rather than any actual serious reason.

So, lift the text from the original, make the dialogue contemporary with high degrees of snark, done!

I won't get scope to do this basically ever, but it's a fun concept. Would love to hear people's thoughts!

The Shakespeare AU I likely will write, when I finish my current WIPs. It'll be A Midsummer Night's Dream, but set in high school, in the same vein as Clueless and Ten Things I Hate About You. I'm excited to get stuck into that, as it'll be multi-ship and heavy on the crack.

[computer-boy]

sleepy-kitty-boy -> computer-boy

pinned

hi hello im ez. this is my blog! its cool make yourself at home. im some sort of robot dude (he/they/it). don't be weird im a minor. ok

thangs i like

homestuck. full warning there will be so much homestuck posting . filter the tag if you don't like it

cccc

bsd but idont really psot much about it anymore. someday.. i will return

tally hall / will wood / lemon demon

conlangs (toki pona speakers . hello. i love you)

linguistics !!!! she is. my girl friend<3

robots/old computers i think this is obvious

lists

idk what else to put here. EXPLDOES 💥💥

[primatechnosynthpop]

Sparkle on, it's Alchemy Bret Wednesday! Don't forget to keep your best friend's corpse in your bathtub!

[YouTube link]

[Video description: an animatic based on @anotherevencoolerdad's fanfiction Fullmetal Conchord set to "Hello Kitty" by Jazmin Bean. It opens with footage from the FotC opening credits with a vhs distortion filter for the beginning of the song which samples the Hello Kitty theme song. Full description under cut:

The animatic proper starts with Bret watching Jemaine get hit by a truck, and then follows Bret's journey as he falls into depression and then studies alchemy, becoming increasingly disheveled along the way. We see him digging up the body and keeping it in his bathtub, showing Murray a hippo figurine, and transmuting a squirrel with Mel.

During the slow part of the song we see Bret fantasizing about an idealized reunion with Jemaine and then finally resurrecting him, but at the cost of an eye and an arm. As the song picks up again we see them fighting, and then getting lectured by their friends before having a final confrontation during which Bret blurts out a confession. As the song goes quiet, they reconcile with an embrace. End desc.]

[codename-casper]

Random TF 141 (and Nikolai) head cannons

One of Price's favorite songs to sing when on a drunk is "The Maid on the Shore" where as ghost would probably prefer "Barbie Girl".

Ghost secretly loves hello kitty and the color pink but the only person allowed to mention it is soap.

Soap secretly likes brave heart just because of the quote "Scotland Forever" (though he's never actually watched the movie).

Soap and Gaz are best friends and gossip about relationships, random theories lol they have about Ghost, etc.

Nikolai's real name is Voyla Nikonovich and that's where his code name came from. Not because he isn't creative or smart, but actually because of how smart he is. No one would think he'd use something similar to his name because let's face it he's a creative genius.

Nikolai's mum made him learn ballet as a child to build character and respect. He hated it at first but it eventually grew on him. (Gotta love a man in tights)

Captain Price is just a giant teady bear. And gives the best hugs (both platonically and romantically) you'll ever receive.

Soap is terrified of spiders. So much so he has to use the arachnophobia filter to play the "kill it with fire" game.

Ghost's love language is borderline verbal abuse/sarcasm. The meaner he is the more he cares. He'll call you an idiot and beautiful/handsome in the same breath. (Tbh my family does that too so I guess it makes sense)

Gaz is a huge anime and K-pop/K-pop fan. (But not wifu pillow level.)

Gaz, Nikolai and Ghost can cook insanely well. Gaz learned from his mom where as Ghost and Nikolai specialize in what I like to call trailer Park cuisine (aka throw random stuff together and it tastes fancy restaurant quality).