#i couldnt choose and am curious

[lintstar]

moving to my non craft blog

honestly lost all my fav playlists recently, but from my new go-to:

Season 2 Episode 3 - Glass Animals

Late to the Party - Emei

Funny lil Thing - The Golf Club

Clownfucker - James Roach, Toby Fox

Monsters Under The Bed - Dylan Cartlidge

as above, just curious and no pressure to respond

@soedblackchaos @voidmostly @thealphapigeon @sorchaivy @iplaywithstring @loonaawoona @beanfingers @cowboyposer @delicatelycoldwombat

Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. Then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals. 💖💕

I don't have any playlists in the usual sense, but I did just come across a stash of music on an old hard-drive and gave it a shuffle all:

The Seatbelts feat. SYDNEY w/ Sister R - Chicken Bone

Jesper Kyd - Hitman 2 (2005) Main Titles

CKY - 96 Quite Bitter Beings

Garbage - #1 Crush

Tom Waits - Calliope

three was kind of hard to listen to, just because my tastes have changed so much; another song I used to love and now am not quite so keen on (which came up after the five allotted selections) was Counting Bodies Like Sheep etc. by A Perfect Circle...

anyway, currenty it's Portishead, which has certainly remained straight bangers.

[darkvolley]

I know it hasn't been confirmed that the gazing eye can only be on a keyblade, but it sure does feel weird that out of all the weapons it's on, only one of them isn't a keyblade(Riku's first sword). Like, that just doesn't feel right somehow.

[finnott]

IF I GET HIGH | MATTHEO RIDDLE

CHARACTERS : Mattheo Riddle — GENRE : pure angst — WARNINGS : Mattheo has a panic attack, drugs and alcohol. — REQUESTED : no.

Note : story is inspired by If i get high by nothing but thieves :)

Mattheo was growing tired. He was currently at the three broomsticks at Hogsmeade, near a window, with a perfect view of a father and son going past. The young kid slipped on an unleveled stone in the stone walkway. Mattheo waited with bated breath for the father's reaction, but all he did was smile at the boy, help him up, and pat him on the back, assuring him that everything would be alright. The boy simply smiles at his father before pointing to an ice cream shop and heading towards it. Mattheo stared at the spot where the boy had fallen and let out a breath he had been holding. His face was emotionless, almost numb. He’d been spacing out more than usual lately, and his friends were starting to notice. He came to the three broomsticks to be alone for a bit and try to get stuff off his mind, but it seemed like the universe had other plans. There was going to be a party in the Slytherin common room later tonight, and he was mentally preparing himself for all the questioning looks. Normally, he enjoyed the attention and watching how others reacted to him as the dark lord's son, but lately, the glances ranged from uneasiness or fear to concern, which he despised. It made him feel as if everyone was watching and waiting for him to crumble. He hasn't even had the energy to respond to the people staring; typically, he'd shout an insult or make a witty remark, but he can't be bothered anymore.

Mattheo stood in front of his dorm bathroom mirror, staring at himself. His eyes were glossy and dull, and despite the fact that he appeared emotionless, he felt the opposite; he was filled with so many emotions. His father expected him to gather more people to join his army, so he demanded Mattheo recruit his friends, leaving Mattheo with an empty feeling in his stomach. The Slytherin party was about to start, and his friends were waiting for him in their dorm. Mattheo turned the bathroom doorknob slowly before stepping out of the bathroom and getting the attention of the other two boys in the dorm. "So, you finally decided to grace us with your presence. I was starting to think you were hiding in there forever." Lorenzo spoke up with a grin as Mattheo approached the boys with an uninterested look. Lorenzo and Theo stood up, each holding a plastic bag of goods. Mattheo guessed it was a combination of drugs, munchies, and party game supplies. "Ready to go?" Theo asked with a curious expression. Mattheo loathed how much Theodore could see through him, he did his best to deliver one of those sarcastic smirks. "Of course I am. Do you think I'm scared?" Mattheo asked, tilting his head slightly. Theodore looked at him, concerned, before sighing, "Okay, let's go then." He motioned towards the door, and the three boys left their dorm to join the Slytherin party.

Multiple Slytherin students hooted and wooed as the boys entered the common room. Lorenzo smiled at the audience before turning to face the other two boys. "Separate and conquer, boys!" "We'll meet up for party games later." He offered the other two boys a friendly wink before slipping into the crowd. Theodore stared at Mattheo again with a look Mattheo couldnt quite place "I'll be by the drinks." With that, Theo went. Mattheo remained there for a second, staring at the other Slytherin students, before taking a deep breath and running his hand through his hair. He began walking because he needed to; if he stood and observed, he would become paralyzed, and he despised being stuck. He grabbed one of the firewhiskys from the drink table and chugged it. He liked the scorching sensation that slid down his throat; it served to distract him from everything else. He badly wanted to be in charge of his life, and as he continued to drink, he felt peaceful because he was choosing to do so. He is in control of himself right now. Mattheo's body began to tingle, but he ignored it, remaining in control as he picked up another cup and turned around. His gaze fell on Theodore, who had his back against the wall, talking to a blonde Slytherin girl. He tilted his head at her and whispered something in her ears, to which she simply giggled. Mattheo felt tingling sensations spread throughout his body, becoming nearly painful in his hands. He cannot picture seeing Theodore working for his father. He watched Theodore laugh with the girl before looking around and searching for Lorenzo who was sitting on the couch, talking to a group of people. He approached Lorenzo, trying to steady his breath. He glanced around, discovered Lorenzo's plastic bag, and looked inside it. Mattheo reached inside his bag for several joints and a lighter before returning his gaze to Lorenzo, who was preoccupied with the group's conversation. Lorenzo has a full life ahead of him, and Mattheo knew he couldn't spoil it simply because his father said so. Mattheo puts the joints and lighter in his pocket and walks away from where Lorenzo was. He sees Theodore again, still talking and laughing with the Slytherin girl. Mattheo walks by them without Theo even noticing.

Mattheo comes out of the common room and stares down at his hand, which has curled into itself. He attempts to open it, but it's difficult and uncomfortable. As he walks, chills run down his body, and he tries to take a breath but chokes. He feels like his entire body has been set on fire while also being extremely cold. He feels his heart sink as he realizes he is choking, forcing something to snap inside him. He was walking at a decent pace one second, then running the next. He has no idea why he was running away, but he knew he had to; if he looked back, he would be stuck and paralyzed. He arrives at the astronomy tower and starts jogging up the stairs, but with each step he takes, he feels faint. He has no idea how he hasn't yet because he isn't sure if he is breathing or not. He reaches the top of the tower and collapses to his feet, placing his hand on his throat in an attempt to breathe. He felt as if he wasn't breathing; he needed to feel anything. He stands up carefully and walks, approaching the tower's rails. As the chilly air struck him, he took another breath and finally felt like he was breathing. He sat down, facing the landscape, and returned his attention to his hand. The pins and needles were so painful that he attempted desperately to move his hand, but it kept locking back up. His shoulders and stomach were so sore. He's trying hard to remain calm, but everything hurts. He lies down on his back, staring at nothing. He takes one of the joints out of his pocket and puts it in his mouth before taking the lighter and lighting it. He takes a deep drag from the joint before exhaling. His body is still numb and throbbing, and he desperately wanted to curl up and disappear. He shuts his eyes, takes a few breaths away from the world for a moment, and feels something wet slide down his face. He rubs his face, confused, and opens his eyes, only to discover that his vision is blurry. He sits up, scared, and rubs his eyes, attempting to wipe away any tears. He is not a cryer; he dislikes crying, so why is he crying? The panic he had gotten rid of returned as he held his knees to his chest. He cannot comprehend what went wrong and why he is broken like this. Why can't he be normal? Why was he doomed to live like this? Forced to be his fathers son? He choked back more emotions and leaned his head on top of his knees, staring into the view. All he longed for was to have control over his own life - to dictate his own destiny without the meddling of others. Yet, as he stared at the view of Hogwarts before him, he realized that he couldn't outrun his destiny. He was tied to his fate like a puppet on a string, and no matter how hard he struggled, he would always be controlled by something greater than himself.

Word count : 1420 | ට finnott, 2024.

[whole-circus]

hi dear ! could you maybe do liu, jane and toby with a reader that collects haunted dolls ? my special interest is spirits and haunted materials so i am super interested in haunted dolls, i’d love to see some cute headcanons with a reader like that ♥︎ maybe add in some gothic lolita fashion too ? thank you ! gn reader would be fine .

Homicidal Liu, Jane the Killer and Ticci Toby with gothic lolita reader that collects haunted dolls!

➥ Hi hun!! Its such a cool idea!! I kinda mixed it up together so hope its still fine!! Take care!!!

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Homicidal Liu

Liu is pretty open-minded person, like he is just glad you got somethig you are interested in!! Haunted dolls? Oh okay, he didnt expected that..isnt it a bit creepy? But even if he has no idea what is going on then he would love to hear you talk to him about your special interest!! Like come on!! He wants to hear everything, do they have names? Can you talk with them? ..Why are they haunted in the first place..? Introduce them to him!! Your eyes lit up in pretty way so he wants you to keep talking (plus he is obv interested!!). Liu isnt really scared, just a bit distant at first. Give him some time, and he will even take care of them if you couldnt be with them!

About your fashion sense, you are absolutely mesmerezing to him! Boy could stare at you for hours but that would propably be too creepy. Even if his fashion sense is pretty basic, Liu would totally let you dress him up!! He won't match your fashion sense at daily basis, but enjoys you making him look all pretty and he just loves spending more time with you! That way he can actually feel why you like to wear what you wear! Absolutely adores how well aesthetically you match to your interests.

Jane the Killer

Oh i feel like she would actually be into all this creepy, unsettling stuff! Horror movies, urban legends and of course haunted dolls! You are perfect match tbh. Jane is obviously curious about your collection, its impressive and she just love hearing you talking!! Like she would literally look at you with this sweet and caring gaze, maybe even holding you on her lap and caress your hair as you just spare informations with her! Treats your dolls with respect, and likes to keep them clean and safe (but if you dont feel comfy with letting other people touching you collections then she is more than fine too!), she is anything but scared!

I just love, love the idea of Jane being goth. Maybe a victorian one or romantic? Please it fits her soooo well! Yeah but thats just me saying silly things. So with your gothic lolita fashion, you match pretty well! You both will look amazing and you are this great looking couple whenewer you show up anywhere 😭 Would also like to try your style just for fun and do the same for you!!

Ticci Toby

Toby is scared and interested all at once!! Loves hearing you talking but would be scared to sleep at night.. better not leave him alone with them. He propably starts to remember all horror movies about haunted dolls and is scared for his life that they would kill him.. Just reassure him that its nothing like that and as the time pass by he will have more friendy attitude. But even tho he is scared, then he doesnt mind your passion at all! Whatever makes his partner happy!

You are like this overdressed partner x causal bf duo!! You dress so cool and there is Toby with his old and pilled sweater. I think that he would be even intimidate by your look at first, he would be shy too even look at you. Also, he would be happy to try some of your clothes (just like evryone here..) but he definitely prefer his cozy sweaters. Toby really likes to watch you getting ready when you are going somewhere, hair, make up or just choosing outfit..he cant look away! He isnt also the type of bf to get mad for waiting at you long time, so take as much time as you need!

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[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

OMG i get to talk about khamgalai ive been dying to talk about khamgalai im so fucking mad at khamgalai

i have said stuff about it on this post (sorry im only putting it here cause i started looking for it on my blog and couldnt find it until i went through a post sorter site and i got so upset about it fhdglh so ill have it here just in case i guess) https://www.tumblr.com/tetsuooooooooooo/710065228547866624/anyway-anyone-wanna-hear-about-my-muriel-tired-of?source=share

aaaand liike i started replaying the route recently partially cause i wanted to find anything that would prove me wrong in this matter and i am only halfway through but its Not going GREAT

because it wouldve all been perfectly fine if they didnt choose to establish that she apparently knew the whole time where muriel was and what he was doing. i dont know how much she saw but like. she saw it.

cause this bitch really saw muriel. child muriel. baby. possibly last of her kin. fucking living out on the streets homeless starving getting kicked around god knows what happening to him

and went aw lemme get a snapshot for the family album and just LEFT HIM THERE

AND IM LIKE BITCH I THOUGHT YOU LIKE CARED ABOUT HIM OR SOMETHING I MEAN SHE FOOLED ME WITH ALL THAT CRYING AND THE THINGS SHE SAID WHEN WE MET HER THE FIRST TIME BUT GODDAMN I GUESS SHES JUST AS MUCH OF A "PAIN BUILDS CHARACTER" BOOMER AS MORGA

cause okay even if it was like future visions n shit like thats their magic thing theN LIKE YOU STILL KNOW MORE THAN YOU DID BEFORE YOU KNOW THERES A CITY IN THE NORTH NOW YOU KNOW WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE AND WHERE HE CAN BE AND ITS A COUPLE WEEKS AWAY BUT YOURE A FUCKING NOMAD AND NOT THAT OLD YET

like WHAT is the reason she absolutely would not even attempt to come get him other than The Story Needs To Happen this is spiderverse all over again except now im on miles side i hate this hichjgs and like yeah ok the story needs to happen he needs to be the way he is and destiny and whatever but like when were in a story where we know theres a whole 5 other ways to go about solving this problem and its all choice oriented and stuff it kinda just. ya know. it doesnt glass my onions very much vnxviydy i dont know how to put it but u get it

and like

YOU THOUGHT WHAT?? WHAT THE SIGNAL CUT AFTER HE GOT OUT OF THE FUCKING CAGE HE WAS LIVING IN AND YOU COULDNT SEE HIM ANYMORE AND YOU THOUGHT WHAT THAT HE DIED??? girl dont FUCK with me you aint give a shit if he lived or died ok that was harsh im getting really heated this is so messy lol

its probably gonna turn out in a minute that she said something in the ghost realm that makes it make sense but i dont remember that all i recall is us hangin out and her calling me out for being a furry and them being all "u saw me over there and u still like me?" " aw of course i like u come give ghost grandma a hug" thats how i remember that going down fhxhyietfh so yeah ill find out soon enough

Ooh, I think I remember wondering about that when I last played Muriel's route! I'll leave it to other Muriel fans to share their thoughts on it too, since my memory is a bit fuzzy at the moment XD

@tetsuooooooooooo that makes total sense to be upset about though, especially when you're seeing all of this from Muriel's side! T~T I'll be curious to hear what you think as you keep playing the route! ^.^

[how2forgive]

how did you get into UX/UI??? I’m really curious about it and would like to do more to get into the field!

ooh its a long story kinda..but basically i was doing design internships at publishing houses (im more interested in print design) but i couldnt find something stable😭 so i started to apply for agencies instead, and here i am 🚬🤡 i kinda stumbled into ui/ux bc i got put on a tech industry account/client and learned figma on the job! (so grateful bc i believe in figma supremacy now..) its def an amazing entry level position but id stay for 2 years max.. i feel like agencies r known for overworking n underpaying..the only reason im still here is that the job market rn is sooo bad..ANYWAY id say apply everywhere but agency is a good way to work w big clients with no prev experience! then hopefully w that under your belt you can find something more fitting for u.. lowkey deluding myself n telling myself this.. ajksdajs agh sorry im seriously so cynical about career/job stuff but i wish u best of luck w yr endeavours and anything u choose to do <333

[mlynar-nearl]

i find it astounding that you have a system for this. i mean, not to say that i pull randomly, i do save for mostly lims only (the only one i lack would be nian herself actually) but i am seldom ever able to save up that much (175?? insane), its mostly about 80 to 100 for each banner. although i will say that i did pull for certain characters i like or found meta like thorns/surtr/gnosis/passenger but it did cost me which means im always fumbling for pulls at the end of each limited banner. ever since w banner where i dumped over 200 pulls for pots (why??) i have been more stringent with my saving but ive never actually saved that much. do you have monthly card or is it just somehow pure f2p things (do you use op? im genuinely curious how do ppl save this much when im always poor) ?

ah and yes gachas are exploitative in nature, but at this point of time, it is what it is tbh, i only choose to whale in games where i genuinely like the game to bits (read: honkai) or i support them in other manners, such as merch (i buy the ak anniv boxes every year !) but yeah gachas are honestly very predatory now its scary ngl. but genshin is cool :) i dont play anymore but i might come back just for kaveh (,,,,i love him so much,,,) and abt mhy games i would rec tears of themis ! if you like pretty men yeah thats my only excuse </3 the men are pretty i am gay but i can sure as hell appreciate the very pretty men hehe. perhaps i will sleep soon it is almost 3.30am so its probably my last ask of the day (?) ty for the consistent replies !

yeah of course! i use monthly card which helps and i buy some stuff around the anniversaries and such which helps, but limiting my possible moves helps Psychologically.

funny you say that ab kaveh because my roommate lured me in to genshin with alhaitham. we call it alhaithamquest because i played the game to get alhaitham, build alhaitham, and put alhaitham in Situations. i am up to the last object on that list. i'm putting him in SO many situations. kaveh and alhaitham fascinate me. i love autistic characters and love/hate relationships and i love how kaveh asks if youre hired actors. i just wish more people in sumeru were dark-skinned...alhaitham should be brown...they couldnt make him a moc because then hed be the optimal character i Think. genshin's plot and such doesnt feel nearly as robust to me as arknights but it is good fun, and i cant begrudge it that. also i think it has some of the funniest plot setups ever because the whole "zhongli helps you plan his own funeral" thing is literally comic gold to me. i'm not taking genshin too seriously admittedly considering the Scatman Diluc Incident but i like it that way. keeps the brain mold away.

hope you sleep well btw<3

[fictionfixations]

mystic messenger route

I DID IT OH MY GOD

i was so nervous NO BAD ENDING FOR ME yet

this is the first time i survived past day 4 hehe

i guess jaehee being the image means im on jaehee's route? oopsie. i wanted to go in the recommended order to introduce the full story, so zen was first

...but i couldnt help myself.

i was really nervous though cause you can't just be friendly with everyone, you kinda have to prefer one over the other?? so i was scared i was being too nice to yoosung, or jaehee, or 707 (jumins probably my least favorite. i am taunted by jumins bad ends.)

but they're all really enjoyable people??

i guess i didnt get zen though because there were cringy stuff you kind of have to say to do his route (i wanted to question the 'have to' because like.. hell no)

like uhh. 'i want to see you take a shower' which nAHH NO THANK YOU snicker

i mightve been too nice to jaehee but do i regret it? no. honestly ive spoiled it myself so i probably dont need to do it in the recommended order

but also. oh my god i need a stupid amount of hourglasses

and the only other routes im actually interested in are like.. 707 (mans cool n funny) and ray (im curious. ive heard it gets unhealthy, but look if there was a specific person id choose based on appearance, itd be unknown ofc)

but okay deep story (for 707) is 200 hourglasses

and another story (ray) is 250

i mean ive earned like 30 something so far (converting hearts into hourglasses. i didnt even know that was a thing before sob)

so its probably reasonable. but aGHHHH

anyway im also curious about v. but does he get my hard earned hourglasses? hell nah. anyway to save up ill probably have to do, of course, the recommended order. casual story, deep story. and then probably another story.

sigh or well. ill see when i get to it? ill have to do the other routes to 1. get hourglasses. 2. enjoy the story. also im terrified of bad ends. honestly when i first played the bad end was stupidly creepy that it scared me off haha

so anyway i have like 6 days of happy gay times, and if i recall correctly jaehee's is where i need to promote like her independence and to relax and stuff like that. i am SO up for the cute cg's aghh

(not to mention. i think they were called dlc's? aghh)

[mey-rin-is-fabulous]

this is gonna sound fucking weird but its turtle nerd here to tell you turtle facts

favourite turtle species over-all is map turtles because theyre just little guys OR the trachemys scripta group

also i literally couldnt tell you my favourite sea turtle specifically 😔 alas

-turtle nerd who is so so sorry for sending you an ASK cause thats kinda WEIRD but i thought id send it ANYWAYS cause you were curious 😔

Dude there is nothing weird about sending me an ask, I do have my ask box open after all. And tumblr is the ask website.

Map turtles are fudging great. Although I will say I am biased towards the painted turtle because I grew up in an area where there was always at least one in our yard.

I'll be honest I don't really have a favourite sea turtle myself because its just so hard to choose but its probably between the green and the leatherback.

Thank you for sending this because I really was curious. I love learning peoples favourite species.

[black-rosewolf66]

Ohh sorry i forgot to make a disclamer to my other shitty life post too…but here it is dont read it if you arent interested in my deep secrets…

So today i wanna stop breathing….i just feel like i dont want to do anything and i have my last exam in like umm tomorrow is monday so after that so in two days…i think i made the right decesion in choosing my school where i could be “happy “and “stress free “over some famous school where you even have to worry about breathing in the right way in front of teachers…

I got tired of proving myself worth…why should i prove it if we all know that low self love makes the other person ugly…and well i can see that in the mirror whenever i have that little sparkle in me that magic called confidence i radiate this inner beautiness or some shit like that…its pretty its cute but its rare…and i have to be happy and if im happy im weak against others half assed” wow your teeth looks ugly dont smile like that”well its not a joke for me in that moment if someone would say something like this to me now i would just look at them shrug my shoulder and smile in there face saying “its better than yours”…but if im happy i hear like really i can hear something shattering something brokes and then i cant stay with that person in the same room i will have a hard time trying to convince myself that it was really a joke and not something i should worry about….i just cant smile for a while after that and even after it it takes so much affort to forget it especially if its heard from someone dear to me…like on of my older brothers said this to me and even after that whenever i smiled i did it with closed mouth…i heard it maybe twice after that and now i even cover my mouth so it cant be seen if i catch that its showing i look in the other direction and discreetly excuse myself to the bathroom while reminding myself that i shouldnt show my ugly side if i dont want to get more hurt than this…im scared? Yes i am but its better being cautious than jumping in everything and getting more broken….i had a moment where i was so hurt that i couldnt see anything and the next thing i know was that i was in my secret hiding place with a broken glass piece looking at it smileing and crying seeing if its sharp enough….that was more scary…seeing myself from outside and looking like that barefooted away from home alone dieing and nobody would know and nobody would search for me if i die at that moment knowing that i dont have anything holding me back because im not myself…because i cant yell at myself if it cant hear me…because im not myself in that moment….i wasnt myself and i couldnt control myself…that was scary having the thoughts of well i cant do anything so might as well see it..and then getting beought back by the pain i did looking in front of me and thinking well maybe i can post pone me killing myself the pain is enough to keep me insane…here im enjoying the pain getting a little happy feom it and than getting enough strength to trow that shit away get my ass home disinfect my wound and wrap it up…hide it so nobody can see it…im a weird person…i discribe feelings with colors if i cant tell you normally….i have this instinct thing that tells me what to choose what to do…i do behave as an animal sometime…but if it gives me a little happiness or a little strength to live than thats what im gonna do and if somebody doesnt like it i will do my best to avoid that person…i only live because im curious about my future…if i give up on my curious self i wont stay nobody and bothing will hold me back….the thought of killing myself is bad boring and etc just isnt enough anymore…after a week of talking about me everyone will get over it anyway even if its bad even if it isnt…even if i kill myself or sell myself or get myself in trouble/killed….so why should i care….

[proteuus]

oh yeah another thing earlier i found out that my school keycard only works to swipe me into the women's room and not the men's. so that's cute

[tatakaebomb]

I HEARD YOUR PLEA. okok so tattooartist!suguru is tattooing you and ure a HUGE masochist so u get turned on by his touch and the pain (maybe inner thigh or smth?) and gojo, ur bf, is watching and notices and then he kinda teases you and geto sees and also gets turned on and then. yeah u get it.

orr ur in a poly relationship with both of them and geto is a tattoo artist (or piercer whichever u prefer) and while tattooing u get turned on and gojo makes u cockwarm him till it’s done and they all get off in the end. (and it doesn’t have to be satosugu, u can choose whoever :) ) god i hope that makes sense.

i need to go to church.

Hey, kinda mended the two of these together so yaaasss three some time!

- ash

tw : cockwarming, oral, face fucking, threesome, perverted scenes, cream pie, doggy, fingering, dumbification, dub con, manipulation, dirty ass mf scenes okay

NSFW 18+

wc : 1.6k

'Y/N fucking stand still, he'll be out in a second'

'I cant! You know how nervous I am!'

There it went, you and your boyfriend bickering about your new tattoo that he convinced you to get. A small heart placed right on your inner thigh to show your love to him, but in your eyes, you know it's just a way to mark you as his.

Standing in the large room, you nervously bounced on your feet. Eyes glancing at the large printings hung on the walls of motorbikes and skulls, something that really wasn't easing your worry.

'Gojo, you said he would be quick. We've been waiting here an hour.'

'Baby keep calm I'm su-'

'Satoru!' You heard a low voice call, both your eyes flickering towards a tall man, leather jacket thrown over his back as he stubs out a cigarette. He was big, and bulky too. The hand waving you over having tattoos printed all down his arms and fingers, your curious mind wondering how much of his body is really covered.

'Suguru this is y/n, y/n this is the man, the myth, the legend.'

Your boyfriend rambled on about this man, about how he trusts him with his life and he would trust no other man around his precious girlfriend. But to you, he didn't look all that safe. Sure he had a lovely smile but it didn't go unmissed at how the first thing he did was peer down the trail of your cleavage, teeth biting down on his lips hungrily.

'This your first tat?' He asked, examining your outfit. A cute yellow dress with knee highs pushing up the chunk on your thigh. The small expression plastered on your face just topped it off, no clue how gojo managed to get a girl as pretty as you.

'Yeah... I- does it hurt?'

'Only a pinch- don't worry darling...' Eyes wandering down you, you couldn't help but heat up under how he was gazing at you, your boyfriend didn't even acknowledge it, simply taking it as a friendly gesture

'So, shall we get started?'

-

You were nervous, fingers drumming on your thighs as you stayed seated on your boyfriends lap. His head rested on your shoulder.

You couldnt help but worry. What if it went wrong? You trust your boyfriend but this random stranger infront of you didn't look all that safe.

'Anxious?' The artist asked, placing the gun in the pot and glancing over at you. The look of a small smile plastered across his lips.

You could hardly muster a sentence, the hand gojo had planted on your chest let him feel how paced your heart was, there was no going back. Not from how your boyfriend began tugging up your dress, exposing your cute thighs.

'Will you be quick? I don't want to be sat here long.'

'I'll try my best, got a sharp tongue hasnt she ? ' the artist laughed, moving his chair closer to you as his gloved hand tapped at your skin, pinching it gently between his fingers.

'Doesn't she ?, might just have to put her in her place after' Swatting gojo's chest, the way geto moves about in his chair made you more attentive to him. Noticing how he starts dragging his thumb up higher towards your cunt, only to snatch it away and begin drawing.

The room filled with music but the only sound you could hear is the drumming of your heart beat echoing in and out of your ears.

Gojo was so attentive towards you as he begins cradling you in his arms, rubbing circles into your breasts as you felt your breathing beginning to pace higher and higher. His fingers starting to pinch your erect nipples, a small whine unconsciously slipping from your feeble lips.

'God Satoru, you’re seriously not tryna fuck her here are ya?' The voice spoke frim between your legs, looking up at your embarassed face as he noticed how gojo's fingers began snaking through your underwear, lowering them and starting to line himself up. Moving the tip of his cock on your pussy so well he can get you wet enough to cockwarm.

'Why you wanna watch?'

'Gojo...' you coo as he starts to push into you. Gripping onto geto's wrists unconsciously as he trembles to continue your tat.

'Damn, are you tryna make me mess up?!'

'Shit- sorry.' You mumble, quickly letting go and readjusting yourself so he can carry on. The growing strain between geto's legs going unnoticed by you as he saw how your once white cotton panties continued to grow wetter and wetter. His tongue striking out to quickly lick at his lips.

This was harder than he thought, watching how you came to unloose in public for your boyfriend, the dampness of your cunt so outright lewd it was getting harder and harder for Suguru to contain himself. Not when your looking so undone infront of him.

'Gotta stay still baby, don't want him ruining what's mine now, do you ?’ Gojo's words whispered in and out of uour ears as he gently thrusted into you. Your head leaning back and legs gently trembling.

'Fuck- you’re lucky it's such a small tat or else the ink would've got everywhere' Geto spoke, wrapping plastic over your leg. His hand gently teasing you as he poked at your pussy. Eyes connecting with yours briefly as he moved to smirk at gojo. It's like they transferred conversation without even having to speak.

‘Wouldn’t wanna ruin her would I.’ Your boyfriends fingers begin to prod at your jaw, bouncing you up higher and higher as you start to get embarrassed. Attempting to pull yourself off, you saw geto’s large hands pressing on your shoulder, watching the fear in your eyes increase.

‘Remember in highschool? When I let you get head off that one girl… don’t you think you owe me?’

‘What? From my girlfriend?’

‘Sharing is caring gojo. And it’s not like we can’t share?’

You didn’t like the sound of this. You knew your boyfriend was actively wanting to have a threesome with you, you were too reluctant and ashamed to every say yes, only wanting to keep your sex life privatised to the bedroom - so this was the one opportunity he would never dismiss, especially not one with his trusted best man.

‘Wait- no I dont-‘

Picking you up, he begins bending you over the table, back arched as he lined you back up with his cock, starting to gently line up as you watched geto stand infront of you. His long fingers moving to undo his drawstring, pulling down his boxers and releasing his long veiny cock. His long hand moving to gently pet your hair.

‘Fuck- no please don’t-‘

‘Baby calm down, it’ll be fine. Would never trust anyone else with this precious body. You trust your boyfriend right?’ The voice behind you spoke, your eyes flickering back to meet his serious stare. Biting your lip, you tried holding back the tears about to fall out from you, so scared that you struggle to take one cock - let alone two.

‘Open wide princess - promise ill be good…’ geto spoke slapping the puffy tip of his cock against your wet lips. Gently he starts to move inside, the girth of him so thick you had to expand your mouth so wide. Eyes wincing shut as it felt never ending, tonsils touched at the feeling of his pre cum sliding down your throat.

‘Ready?’ - you nod, feeling how both men started to slam inside of you, your throat clogged and pussy plugged. The flesh of your ass rippling on gojo’s thighs as you moans stifled from the feeling of geto’s huge cock. Ripping inside your throat and the slick of your pussy dampening gojo’s cock.

This was the millionth time you felt him inside of you, ripping your walls and slamming so deep. But to feel someone else in your throat, the bittersweet cum of another man had you going feral. Eyes rolled to the back of your head as your moans sent vibrations straight to the core of his cock. His hand moving to face fuck you how you deserve.

‘Shit- is she always this good at sucking dick?’

‘Got lucky, didnt I ?’ Your boyfriends eyes focused on where you two attached, aggressively beating himself off to how wet you were, ripping your walls and watching how you came so loose for the two of them.

‘Ahhh- fuckkk yes…’ you moan, dragging geto’s cock out your mouth and thrusting it with your hand. Watching beads of cum come unloose and drip into your mouth, strings of saliva connected from you onto his tip. ‘Tastes good…’

‘You like it hm? Like when another man is inside ya just like your boyfriend hm?’

‘Yes… yes fuck yes…’ brain numb and dumb from everything going on as he starts to slap your face with his wet cock, your hand pacing on top of him eager to taste more than just the tease of his cum.

‘Shit, m gonna fill up this pretty pussy one more time yeah? Gonna cream pie the fuck outta you…’ Gojo grinned, recognising your irreplaceable moan as your free hand darted back to rub at your clit, arch of your back painfully low as your clothed tits rub aggressively at the table.

‘Please please, cum in me please, wanna feel you so bad n wanna taste your cum so bad…’ you moan, seeing how your face became spray painted white and pussy creamed and tightened. Eyes wincing shut and a low moan bottling from the depths of your throat. Body slumped forth and head messy and feral…

‘Fuck.. shit you got a good one here Satoru’

‘Nah… WE got a good one…’

[puckyess]

Observant | brendan brisson

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“Who at this table would you date?” nolan asks, voice projecting and eyes sparkling with mischief as always. 

You don’t know how you always got sucked into these childish games with them, but you did and every time you regretted it. Their dinner conversations always revolved around pushing each other to do stupid shit or forcing ridiculous scenarios upon each other. It turns out tonight was the latter. 

You looked around the table at your options. Nolan was obviously out for giving you this question, luke was sweet, but too young. Your eyes of course are drawn to brendan, your longtime best friend. He’s wearing his usual smirk, ego never in check, probably assuming you’ll pick him. But there’s a sort of curiosity there too, as if he’s waiting on the edge of his seat to hear whose name will come out of your mouth. He leans forward on his elbows, “C’mon, the suspense is killing us”. 

You roll your eyes, shifting your attention over to ethan who looked like he so badly wanted to be picked and then over to thomas. You let your eyes drag over him sitting across from you, maybe a little dramatically so, just to get a rise out of a certain someone. You involuntarily bite your lip when your eyes finally pull away from the ink on his skin and meet his gaze. Always observant, he plays along with your little game and lays on the smolder with his stare and devilish smirk. No wonder girls were on their knees for this. You only tear your eyes away when brendan obnoxiously clears his throat. “If you’re done eye fucking my best friend, i believe you were asked a question.”

He had a point. Thomas was his best friend and that’s close enough to the one you actually want, right? “I’d choose thomas, easily”. He grins victoriously and fist bumps you. You swear brendan’s shoulders slump and an expression you can’t quite pinpoint flashes across his face, but just as soon as you think you saw it, it twists into disgust. “I call bull. There’s no way he does it for you. I demand a recount”. The whole table snickers. 

“Theres nothing to ‘recount’, bren” you laugh. 

He’s still in disbelief. “You pick bordy? Him?” his arms waving dramatically at thomas as if the point was already clear. 

“Yes, brendan. what’s wrong with that?” 

“nothing, but-” 

“But what? Who else should i have picked then?” 

“Yeah, briss, who else should she have picked?” thomas pipes up, leaning back in his chair, smug. Again, everyone at the table looks amused like theyre all in on some big inside joke that you’re missing. His tongue works the inside of his cheek and now it’s you whos curious.

 “C’mon, bren, the suspense is killing us” you tease, echoing him from earlier. He stares at you a second too long, working up to something.  Whatever he was thinking about saying, he decides against it, shaking his head. “I just can’t see you with him”. Or anyone. But me. “Like actually dating,” he shrugs, trying to keep up his facade of what he hopes is nonchalance. “Just an observation.” 

you snort, “youre about as observant as…as. Well i cant think of what, right now, but something that’s not observant”. 

“Well i am when it comes to you,” he blurts. 

Your heart does a combination of stopping and beating 10x as fast at his words. He couldnt mean them like how they sounded, right? 

If you werent so focused in on brendan you wouldve caught the smiles being hid behind cups and shoulders being bumped in “i told you so’s”. But you were completely lost in the way brendan’s eyes were locked in on you like he was trying to tell you something that his mouth, for once, wasnt letting him. He was patiently waiting for you to speak, but words were hard to come by for you right now. Mark nudges you and it’s enough to get you to clear your head momentarily. 

“Yeah, i guess you are,” you admit, sitting back in your seat thinking of all the times he really had been. The heating pad patches he stole from the trainer for you during your time of the month because you got really bad back cramps, the brunches hed force you to eat with him because he saw how stressed you were and how you were skipping meals, and the night drives hed take you on even though he had an early skate the next morning just because he knew you loved them. He knew how you liked your tea from watching you make it so many times, could sense what kind of music to put on based on your mood from the second you got in the car, when to push you to be social and when you just needed a good squeeze and some silence. He was watchful when you went out, protective, and able to read when it was time to go with just one look. All these things he had picked up on and continued to do for you and you cant help but love him because of it, best friend be damned. He ducks his head, fiddling with his fork on his plate when you send him a small smile, the tiniest of blushes dusting his cheeks. When he glances back up, that cheeky grin is back and you know the moment has passed.

You try to settle into the rhythm of the night, but the exchange from earlier has you in your head. How long had you and brendan been dancing around each other for? His bright, enigmatic nature captured your heart from pretty much the first moment you saw him at the center of the room, holding court. You were drawn to him in a way that you’d never let him know out loud. One that’s lived on and grown into all kinds of love, even if you couldn’t say it. 

And he was drawn to you in much of the same way. He could never figure out how you could walk into a room and instantly it was yours, even if you didnt want it. How you could command so much attention, all while staying on the outskirts. He wanted you back then, and he wants you now but apparently you dont feel the same way. 

“Maybe you should go talk to her”, thomas’s elbow knocks into his best friend’s side as they walk home, pulling him from his thoughts. Brendan shakes his head, eyes focusing on the sidewalk and mumbles out some bullshit excuse even though he knows it was less of a question and more of a suggestion. 

Thomas pushes again, knowing the stubbornness of his friend. “C’mon, youre not allowed to mope if youre not going to do anything about it.”

“I’m not-”

“You’re never quiet and youve been scarily quiet ever since she said she’d pick me” thomas points out, never afraid of calling brendan out on his shit. 

Brendan snorts in response. “yeah, exactly she doesnt want me so”

Thomas rolls his eyes. “We both know that’s not true,” brendan opens his mouth to protest, “just go to talk to her.” and then he leaves his side to catch up to matty ahead of them. Brendan sighs and glances back over his shoulder. You’re trailing the line, always on the outskirts and he smiles to himself. Duker walks beside you, talking your ear off but brendan can tell youre not giving him your full attention. You look far away, your smile not reaching your eyes. See, always observant when it comes to you he thinks. And now he has to do something about it. He slows his pace until he’s nudging duker off the sidewalk and shoving him forward with eddie much to the boy’s disgruntled protests. The fact that you don’t even scold brendan for his actions confirms his observations that you are very much in your own head. He struggles with where to start, not wanting to make this about him. 

“Just spit it out, b” you say, sounding tired but still soothing like youre coaxing it out of him when he was the one here to make you feel better. 

He grins, your teasing relaxing him a bit. “Sooo.”

“So.” you echo.

“You’d really choose bordeleau, huh?” 

You bite the inside of your cheek to fight your smile. As much as the situation hurt your heart and stressed you out, you knew brendan wasn’t going to let that go. And maybe part of you hoped he wouldnt, so that you could finally have this conversation. 

When you don’t answer right away, he continues, “what, im not good enough for ya?” he bumps into your shoulder and keeps his tone light but you can tell its purposeful, the weight of his words heavy. 

“Bren,” you dont know what else to say without saying it all.

He grins, noting the blush on your cheeks. He was getting somewhere here. 

“No, no. it’s fine” he holds his hands up in surrender, “bords is quite the package. All tatted, and sexy, and smooth talking and deep” he rattles on.

You laugh then, “are you sure youre not the one in love with bords here?”

“Damn straight he is” thomas calls out from a few people ahead. 

You giggle as brendan shamelessly confirms but then his hand finds yours and hes slowing the both of you down until you’re several paces behind the rest of the group. 

He swings your hands back and forth like hes done so many times before and just like every other time you try not to get lost in it. He sucks in a breath and you sneak a peek at him. Does he look nervous? He hopes not. “I just thought youd choose me is all” he shrugs. Your breath catches in your throat. “And why would i do that?” you ask, fighting to stay calm.

He puffs his chest out, “I mean, im pretty sexy, smooth talking, and deep. I could be tatted if that’s what you’re into, but you’re gonna have to talk to patrice.” 

You scoff, but appreciate his humor. “As if, brisson. Im not dealing with that man because of your bone head choices.”

He shrugs, chuckling at your response ”your loss. But, i dont know. I just think we’d be good together, ya know?” he pulls you to a stop at the crosswalk. 

You watch as the traffic passes you by, unaware of the situation at hand. “And why do you think that, bren?” 

He looks both ways before he leads you across the street. “We’re good for eachother. Like opposites but not”

“Opposites but not” you repeat.

He flashes that smile of his at you. “Opposites but not. Like you have this way about you. Calming-”

“Calming?”

He grins down at you, “yes, calming. Are you just gonna repeat everything i say or are you gonna let me finish?”

You mime zipping your lips as a gesture for him to go on. “You just, make me feel…peaceful? I don't know if that’s the right word. Like im this ball of energy all the time but then im with you and you even me out. Like i feel like i can breathe and just be still, but still be me. Youre exciting but safe. You have such a kind heart but dont let anyone walk all over you, especially me. You’re so soft and caring but pushy when i need it…we’re a good match”

You try to remain calm as he reveals each new insight into the way his brain sees you. 

“I know i dont have a whole lot to offer besides some laughs-”

“That’s not true” you cant help but cut him off before remembering you were supposed to be letting him speak his peace, “sorry.” 

Your rebuttal brings a light pink color to his cheeks. He tries to recover, defaulting to bringing some humor to the conversation. “no , please go ahead and tell me all about my redeeming qualities.” 

It’s your turn to blush, a rush of thoughts flooding your mind.  

“You dont have to say anything. I just wanted you to know. We’d be good together”, he says matter of factly. “Much better than you and bordy,” he scrunches up his nose. 

While listening, your pace had slowed and now you were barely moving. “You know, i think…” you drawl out. “For once you might be right” you smirk up at him. He smirks back at you. “I had a feeling you might say that. I think you owe bordy an apology for leading him on though.”

You glance in his direction where the guys had separated themselves way ahead of you. “You think he’ll forgive me?” you joke.

“If he doesnt, ill make him,” brendan promises and you know that hed keep his word. You settle into the walk back, mulling over the revelation that your best friend actually felt the same way. 

You finally speak up. “How long have you thought this?” “Ive always thought so. Probably since you walked into that party freshman year”. He answers without hesitation. “Well actually that’s probably more when i first noticed you. I thought we’d be good together when you grabbed my hand to help me off the table and you didnt even know me or try to know me. You just made sure i didnt fall and then carried on your way”

You laughed at the memory. “You do love a good challenge and elevated surfaces.”

He gave you a bump, laughing as well. “It wasn’t so much that you were a challenge, it was more that you tried to help me, like it was just natural for you to stick out your hand and help a complete idiot stranger. You werent trying to get something from me, you were just helping and made sure i was okay and i liked that about you.”

You feel warmth spread over you as he recalls your act of kindness.

“You really did have me worried there.” 

“At least nothing’s changed” he laughs. 

“Youre right, B. nothing’s changed. Youve had me this whole time.” you sigh out with relief at finally saying the words out loud. They werent as scary as your mind had made you think theyd be. “I have to say though, the defining moment for me was not you on that table.”

Brendan gasps, “you mean my drunk ass on a table didnt charm you? I’m apalled”

“Big word, briss” you tease, shrieking as his arms wrap around you and pretend to throw you into the street with a car coming down the road. “Brendan brisson” you holler, his hearty laughter mixing with your shouts. Not one of the boys ahead pays you any attention. 

“Okay they are no longer my friends” you huff as he sets you steady, keeping one arm around your waist and tugging you into him as you continue your journey home.”no one even turned around! What if i was being kidnapped?”

 Brendan doesnt see that as a possibility, brushing it off. “Id protect you. now . i want to hear more about when you fell head over heals in love with me” he smirks.

“Oh this is never going to last” you groan, but he pulls you in tighter, hand squeezing your hip and you can’t say that you dont lean into it. You entertain him though, “id say it was that same night, but it was when i saw you with the freshmen.”

He raises an eyebrow at you and you can see he’s trying to work through that night. “You were telling some story and you seemed so excited about whatever it was. Your arms were making these big gestures and everyone was eating it up. You looked so bright and alive. Your energy was contagious. Mackie was clearly hanging off your every word, but like i could tell you werent some jerky upperclassman about it. If hed excitedly interject youd laugh and let him take the stage but the light would always come back to you. You made sure to include mark and eddie and when luke looked uncomfortable off to the side you drew him in and made sure he felt welcome. I hadnt seen that boy smile all night until he was with you and you got him to open up. You have a big personality and an even bigger heart.”

“I didnt know you were watching all that”

“Some of us are observant, bren” you grin at him.

“Im choosing to ignore that comment,” he rolls his eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, “so now that we’ve established we’re good for each other, what’s our plan?” 

“When in your life have you ever been worried about plans, mr. brisson” 

He wrinkles his nose, “don’t ever call me that again. Makes me think of my dad.”

“Well i could think of some other things i could call you…”

“Like….?”

“Mine.”

[arrowsbane]

I watched the sequels and I am so not okay.

Okay, so hear me out: force ghost Anakin.

He is having none of this bullshit imposter whispering in his grandsons ear, and is about to get his astral ass over there to clear this misconception up. But wait, say the ghosts of the jedi council, this is Ben’s path to walk, and Luke’s to guide. If he stands or if he falls, it is up to him.

So Anakin kicks the proverbial tires, and sits, and sulks.

And while hes sulking, years are passing, until Ben is 10, and suddenly hel-lo, whats this?

Theres another soul attached to Ben’s presence in the force.

Well then, says Anakin. They only said I couldnt talk to Ben.

Jaaku is… oh fuck, theres sand,

Anakin does not like sand.

But there is a tent, and a woman in blue robes holding a tiny child who all but shines with the force.

And so Anakin stays.

He watches this infant grown into a curious toddler, who grows into a laughing little girl.

He watches this beautiful family being torn apart, and he. cant. save. them.

Rey grows up in the sands of Jaaku, with a voice whispering into her ear. When to avoid sandstorms, where to find old wrecks, how to choose the best parts and barter them…

Rey grows up with the force humming through her bones, and sparking under her skin.

Rey grows up knowing the universe. Also, being raised by an adrenaline junkie.

Snoke still whispers to Ben.

Luke still makes the mistake of drawing his saber.

The temple burns and Ben f a l l s

But Anakin has a weapon ready made in the shape of a teenager who does not know how to give up,

When BB8 shows up, and Finn and Poe fall out of the sky, Rey is ready.

It basically then goes like this: Rey knocks out Han and Chewie, drops off her groups of morons with Leia, steals the Falcon, kicks down Ben’s door and goes “get in bitch, we’re going to murder my grandad.”

He does not get in.

So she steals him.

…

I maintain that Rey repeatedly getting one over on Ben is 70% a combination of luck, surprise, being raised by/having Anakin on her side and the minor concussion he got when she kidnapped him.

…

Ben: oh no. She’s cute. Send help

Anakin: I am “help”

Ben: no you’re a fucking disaster

…

Rey: I don’t have a last name

Anakin: that’s okay, my grandson can give you his

Ben: ben.exe has ceased to function

[peachsayshi]

i just wanna say i’m glad i have found my people!! when that whole thing about gege saying gojo couldn’t be faithful to a woman i immediately took it as he COULDNT, not that he necessarily WOULDNT. i have always taken it as him being the strongest sorcerer means leaving a target on his and his loved one’s backs, or just generally not wanting any distractions. or even maybe his own personal demons… *cough*geto*cough* but it blew my mind that people ran with gojo the womanizer after that as if the man hasn’t proven he is an actual marshmallow inside. it’s still fun to joke about.

i also have a question that i’m curious about. do you separate geto from pre and post darkness take over? or do you think about one more than the other? before geto seemed to want to be polite, follow the rules, trying to uphold shaman standards… do you think he ever really wanted to live by shaman standards, it was all an act, and he was always a manipulative dark man that was just waiting for something to click? sometimes i find myself with hcs for two very different people when it’s only meant to be him 🙃 i hope that even made sense

Anon! 💖 I'm answering your q's below since this is a little long:

I agree! I feel like the fandom really just dwindled Gojo's character down to either an idiot or some type of playboy and while I think it's fun to explore characters in whatever version you choose to see them, I can't help but be a little protective over Gojo 🥺 I feel like his immature behavior shouldn't equate to him being so two dimensional ...but I'll stop myself from rambling!

This is an interesting question!!

A part of me wants to separate Geto as the "good" version and "bad" version, but honestly that's hard to do. I feel like Gege does a great job at emphasizing the qualities of humanity - in which nobody in the world is perfect, and the constant question of morals and reason are one of the major themes in the story itself.

There is tragedy in being a jujutsu sorcerer, and what I love about the story is that they highlight that.

As evil as Suguru was, he embodies the morally grey character really well to me - the turning point of what made him become a villain is rooted in a reason that I can empathize with, which was Riko's death.

I think he's always had an ego, which is why I'm not surprised about his ability to be able to manipulate, but I think Riko's death was his biggest failure and maybe even had him questioning the purpose of his responsibilities that he once strived to uphold. I also think that's the point where his own darkness starts to make it's presence known, and I think for somebody who once was following the "right" path, it must have been difficult for him not to cross over, especially when he was so impacted by what happened.

Suguru still really cares, because his snaps after finding Mimiko & Nanako caged and beaten. He immediately sees himself in those two girls, and I think that was his deciding factor.

My point is, his reasons for being "bad" are still centered around compassionate emotions. Like, a good contrast would be Mahito, who I feel like is evil for evil's sake.

I literally just read a SatoSugu fic today by @half-baked-biscuit and she said this line which I feel like perfectly describes Suguru's character: “...I learned I’m only appreciated for what I can do, not for who I am.”

His downfall fed into some crazy ideals, but honestly all I keep seeing is somebody who is broken. I think in a way he balances Gojo's character really well - because as Gojo grew stronger and began to follow the path that Suguru was already leading, Geto just wound up crashing and burning in the end.

This is the reason why I love villains/morally grey characters because they are so multi-dimensional and complex as hell! I totally get what you're saying, but I think the fun part of Suguru's character is understanding that he is neither inherently good or evil 😊

I'm so sorry for rambling...I literally just love him so much lmao

let's chat

[trash-iest]

1,4,12,15,23,35,38,40,4650,55,60,75,78,83,86. You don't have to answer these. It's alot I know and I'm sorry. Just.. curious 😅

1. What do you crave in a psychological sense? Intimacy, passion, purpose, belonging, social interaction, etc.?

Passion & purpose (im sorry it's impossible to choose one)

4. Who's the most important person in your life right now? Why?

Myself because i need to consistently work towards my 5 year goal. Its the bare minimum but feels a lot so im hoping ill adjust and become a better version of myself if not the best.

12. What's your most controversial opinion? Would you state it publicly? What's the most controversial opinion that you would publicly support, if it's different?

The moon is made of cheese and pluto is a planet. Oh i would shamelessly state that publicly and stick out my tongue if the other person tries to educate me on the matter (im sorry if you were looking for serious answers, we dont do that over texting)

15. Is there a song, book, movie, or other piece of media that has drastically altered your life? What was it, are there multiple?

This is stupid (but youre allowed to laugh at how basic i am) Book: 13 reasons why. So just a bit of context: Up until grade 7 i was an extremely insensitive kid like id mindlessly laugh at people in school, made fun of their insecurities and was completely clueless about feelings/emotions. It was just considered banter since i was the class clown but the way id gang up with my group and tease other kids was wrong, yet no one corrected this behaviour (tbf i didnt grow up with cousins and they rarely ever visited so there was no sense of realisation) Now end of grade 7 i came across this book and I casually started reading it like any other book and lets just say i didnt expect the traumatising details. It was nothing like the stuff i used to read and it ended up giving me the biggest reality check. I started analysing my behaviour and realised how i might be an actual bully and i couldnt fathom the thought of someone resorting to self harm or suicide because of my silly jokes so i stopped and apologised to those few people. Lets just say this book was the first step towards developing eq and becoming a better person.

23. What would you never admit to in real life?

A LOT of things. I cant really think of anything atm but i mostly just stay quiet when people say questionable shit because i dont have the energy to explain my pov and idc about their opinion lol.

35. What's wrong with you? Physically, mentally, whatever comes to mind. What's right about you? What are your best and worst traits?

Physically— i have a HUGE nose, kinda short, dont have grey/hazel eyes, i wear specs (doesnt look cute), my nails chip every time i grow them out and theyre not a natural pretty shape. Also, i dont feel pretty like an actual girl; im not elegant or any of that and neither am i a hot tomboy. Im just eh. (Edit: i just remembered the dark circles and i look dead without lipstick/lip taint lol)

Mentally— anxious sometimes but thankfully no more anxiety attacks. I feel like my major trust and commitment issues come under personality disorders but ill just list them here. My therapist said im stubborn and very rigid (and I believe him over anyone else) and quite frankly i feel incapable of forming a real human connection. To sum up my worst traits: Im mostly horrible at reciprocation, im always emotionally unavailable, im selfish, hella lazy, careless, stupid. Im definitely forgetting something so whenever I remember it ill add it here lol. My best traits: im very understanding when it comes to the other person needing their space. Im a good listener because i rarely have good advice or solutions lol. Im calm and rarely ever lose my temper which doesnt really last long. I believe in communication instead of letting misunderstandings grow until they explode (im guessing thats good because it has strengthened my friendships)

38. Who do you miss, if anyone?

My 15 year old self. She was so happy, loved the way she looked and was so mentally stable (i might be considered a narcissist at this point)

40. Would you sacrifice your life for a stranger? An acquaintance? A loved one?

I WILL SACRIFICE MY OWN LIFE FOR PAKISTAN (its hard for me to be consistently serious, bear with it pls)

46. Do you have a "right person, wrong time"?

Yeah feels like it

50. What qualities do you find charming?

Whatever prince charming brings to the table (its so hard to be serious about this im sorry it reminds me of middle school)

55. What reminds you of your childhood?

Certain songs, snacks and a few places.

60. What are you afraid of? What are your worst fears? Are you afraid of any of the following - the dark, fire, heights, being alone, people, spiders, snakes, blood, drowning, or death?

Betrayal/abandonment from someone i truly love, getting attached to the wrong person, staying unemployed after graduation, childbirth and raising my own kids, emotionally depending on someone and lizards 💀 Of the following: people, only the big spiders like tarantulas etc, snakes, drowning only because i dont know how to swim and its a very painful death from what ive heard so no thank you.

75. What is your favourite fairytale?

Definitely hansel and gretel because of that edible cottage (still such a dream) but I recently read the story of the youth who went forth to learn what fear was (grimm's fairytales) and its my favourite one as an adult now.

78. Have you ever written a poem or song about someone? Or had someone write one about you? Do you hope to have either of those experiences in the future?

Nope i havent. My best friend has written poetry for me, about 3 times. It was super cute but it constantly made me feel indebted because ive never made a grand gesture like that and what she wrote was proper poetry and she appreciates me so much. Ive only ever written her letters with my ugly handwriting yet she treasures them. Hypothetically if i do find someone in the future like that idk how id react but ill definitely be thinking about ways to reciprocate.

83. What's your type? Otherwise, do you think you attract a certain sort of person?

An aromantic asexual or at least someone whose love language isnt physical touch and theyre naturally not a cheezy person but i feel like im asking for a lot here since most people associate romance with their partners and what i say is considered abnormal or bs so lets not go there. Ill need to be attractive to attract a certain type of people or anyone for that matter lol.

86. What could you talk about for hours?

Honestly my chattiness depends on my mood or the type of day im having instead of a particular topic.