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pseudowho · 3 months

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Yuuji's hand hovered over the receiver, paralysed. His universe zeroed in on the little plastic bubble around him, and the payphone, with the chatter, ringing, beeping and bustling of the Police Station behind him. The cuffs chafed on his wrist. He thought and thought, reaching for the receiver again, before freezing.

The police officer behind Yuuji tapped his foot. "Get on with it, kid." Yuuji shrunk in on himself, smaller than ever.

"Uhh...I'm really sorry. I don't think I'm ready for my first call yet. Can I have a bit longer?"

A huff from the officer. Yuuji's wrists clanked as he was grabbed by the upper arm, a heavy clang as he was pressed back into the cell, locked in. There was a drunk on the perpendicular bench. Some big guy with a kill you stare, the other side.

Yuuji tried not to cry as he hunched down towards his knees.

He had never felt so orphaned, as he did in this moment.

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Kento hummed to himself, outwardly upbeat, and happy to be so in the absence of observers. He grabbed his travel mug from the desk; his paperwork was completed. He was advised he wouldn't be needed for the rest of the day, so why don't you just head off early? We'll just call you if we need you.

Words like syrup. Kento's metaphorical sweet shop. He lapped it up. He dropped you a text; home soon. I'll make dinner.

Making himself a fresh coffee, Kento felt his pocket buzzing. His humming stopped at the Unknown Number on screen, eyebrows pinching together. He answered, stirring his coffee.

"Nanami Kento speaking."

Initial silence. An awkward rustle. Kento waited.

"...Nanamin. I'm sorry, I...I didn't know who else to call. I'm in trouble." Kento turned his back on his coffee, pacing in front of his desk, a prickle of fear up his spine.

"Itadori-kun. Where are you?"

"I'm...I'm downtown. I was arrested. I was only trying to help--"

"I'll be right there. Don't say anything. You're safe. I'll be straight there."

Kento put the phone down, concern clipping his movements. He looked down at his phone, thinking. He tapped out two more text messages, grabbed his travel mug, and headed out to his car in long, purposeful strides.

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By the time Kento arrived, guided into the station by a receptionist, he scowled to see Yuuji being interrogated at a desk by an officer.

"I swear, I was just checkin' the place out, just--just bein' stupid, I didn't mean--"

"--didn't think the "No Entry" signs were for you, huh? What was the plan, go in and wreck the place? Damn kids--"

"Excuse me for interrupting. I don't believe you're supposed to be interviewing minors without a chaperone."

The police officer stopped, bristling as he looked up at Kento, looming down over him. Kento silenced Yuuji with a heavy hand on the shoulder. A travel mug of hot coffee was gently pressed into Yuuji's hands.

"Don't answer him, Yuuji. We're waiting for your lawyer."

Yuuji looked so small and tired, folded over on himself, that Kento felt a prickle of cold rage frost through him at Yuuji's treatment.

Kento's eyes flicked across the desk. He noted paperwork, with Yuuji's name. He noticed the 'Next of Kin' section...empty. Kento's stomach clenched, and his grip on Yuuji's shoulder tightened almost imperceptibly. The police officer shivered under a chilly gaze.

"Nanamin...I'm sorry--"

"I'm sure you have nothing to be sorry for. This man, however--" the officer's blood ran cold when Kento's eyes swung to him again, "--should know better than to bully a child."

A rustle and a clatter sounded behind Kento and Yuuji. Yuuji heard a deep voice, apologising for knocking something off a desk, before another hand landed on his other shoulder. Yuuji gaped up.

"...Higuruma?" Hiromi glanced down, coal-soft eyes belying a little smile. The police officer sputtered into his coffee, looking frantically between the two men, now.

"Higuruma? Shit. I don't get paid enough for this."

"I assume you're charging my client with something." Hiromi sat, crossing his legs, hands clasped on his lap.

"He broke into an abandoned hospital--"

"Was it locked?"

"...ahhh..."

"Did he cause any damage?" Total silence. Hiromi cleared his throat.

"Did my client come with you willingly?" The police officer's face twisted, bitter and snide.

Hiromi blinked once, slowly. "I see. So, simple trespass really? With a minor, first offence? A caution at most, really, isn't it."

Yuuji looked over to Kento, who was busy scribbling something on Yuuji's paperwork, while Hiromi ground the police officer into the dirt on the other side of him.

"I assume you felt something inside the hospital. You weren't investigating just for fun?" A stern gaze through tinted lens.

"No, I...I think there's a Curse in there. Didn't get to it before I ran into the cops."

A hum. "Ah. I'll get Ijichi onto it." Yuuji nodded, his eyes prickling with tears. Kento's hand tightened on his shoulder, grounding him, a flood of warmth down through his body.

"How long were you here for? Before you decided to call me."

"Uh...four or five hours." A pregnant pause from Kento. A sigh, Kento's voice softening.

"You can always call me, Yuuji." Kento stood, straightening his cuffs. "You'll come home with me for dinner. You're hungry." Yuuji's belly rumbled in response. Kento's lips almost quirked at Yuuji's sunny grin, reminded of another boy he once knew.

In due time, Yuuji was released with a caution. Hiromi clapped him on the shoulder with a lopsided smile, giving Yuuji's jaw a pat, before leaving for home. Yuuji stood, glancing at his paperwork on the desk.

In the previously empty "Next of Kin" section, in neat block capitals, with a phone number and address, was listed: NANAMI KENTO.

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satvruu · 8 months

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ೀ how they hug you

rewritten and reposted of my hc set from my old blog @/star-puff! thank you to all my old dedications as well as my new ones @kurooppi @wyllsravengard for making my return to this fandom possible <3

feedback is very appreciated!

ft. yuuji, megumi, gojo, getou, nanami

itadori yuuji embraces you warmly, fondly, sunlight streaming through the window and scattering over your bare skin. it's someplace safe and comforting, enveloped in his arms like he's taken it upon himself to protect you from everything horrible in the world; he is your knight, he is your shield, your safe haven to escape to, no matter how many wounds he will endure in the process. ("yuuji," you whisper, a hand coming up to rest gently on his arm. he bleeds desperation. "i'm okay, i promise." yuuji squeezes you tighter, trembling, and you wonder what you can do to make it true for him, too.) he holds you for far too long for it to be anything casual, but you can't really complain about it anyway—it's better this than to witness the alternative. after all, what is the sun without a place to hold its warmth; what becomes of a hero when they fail to protect the things that matter most?

fushigurou megumi comes to you slow, steady, a ripple of water in the pond. you coax him out gently, holding your arms out before wrapping them around him. his breath hitches (always, no matter how many times he tries to hide it) and his body stiffens, arms frozen at his sides. but slowly, surely, your head buried in his chest, megumi's arms begin to wrap around you in a manner you can only describe as tender—as if you could break if he held onto you too tight. (truthfully, megumi thinks he's just afraid. the jujutsu world is a dangerous one, after all, even to those who only know of it by name. megumi has lost too many people, and you're the one person he can't afford to lose.) he flinches at the thought, pulling away. you draw yourself closer in him, instead. moonlight behind the clouds, you'd gladly hold onto this night forever if it meant megumi was by your side.

gojo satoru is known as many things—a child prodigy, the strongest, a boy-god making his presence known on the lowly earth, but to you, he is simply just obnoxious. satoru makes it a spectacle each time he sees you: hollering, gallivanting, draping himself over you with his long limbs and impossible-to-miss frame. you huff and complain and uselessly try to drag yourself away from him each time, but satoru hooks onto you and refuses to let you go, nuzzling his face into yours. (they're mine, the action screams, a blaring warning to anyone unfortunate enough to get caught in the collateral. you've been too caught up in your irritation of him to notice this, of course, and you're certainly not someone who would take the explicit meaning of it kindly, but satoru finds that he doesn't really care. not when he has more important things to attend to.) gojo satoru is many things, but the one thing he absolutely isn't is someone who can share.

getou suguru smells of sandalwood incense, a musky amber you think you could identify blind. sometimes, you think you remember a different suguru, a kinder suguru, one that had easier things to worry about, a brighter look in his eyes, an easier weight to his gait. if you think back far enough, you suppose it might have been because he had somebody else by his side to keep it that way, a brighter light shining next to him to keep the darkness at bay. (but that was a long time ago. now, suguru is the one left to be lit by the fire, stuck in the ashes of his own kin for a future little understand. you're not sure who is to blame for that anymore.) you're not the light that can save him—no one can be, not anymore. when suguru reaches out to you, rare vulnerability bubbling over in a way you can only describe as drowning—as crumbling—the only thing you can do is curl yourself next to him in the incense burner, smearing yourself in the ash.

nanami kento thinks you need this, especially after a long, hard day. the melting comes slow: his hands on your back, gentle pats and quiet whispers of comfort as he rests his chin on your head. and then comes everything else. his hands slot perfectly into the dip of your back, the small of your waist, thumbs rubbing small circles over the fabric of your clothes, and in the eyes of no one but yourselves, the two of you begin to sway back and forth to a quiet melody nanami begins to hum. you cling onto the fabric of his shirt, trying to memorie the smell of his cologne, the rumble of his voice, the warmth of his arms. (it's too much, to have a memory of a future that will inevitably happen. you almost want to cry. don't go, you want to say, a lump in your throat, wishing for the impossible. don't go.) and still, selfish as you are, nanami hugs you like you're slow dancing in the dark.

#jjk x reader #jjk imagines #jjk headcanons #itadori x reader #itadori yuuji x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #megumi x reader #fushiguro x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #getou x reader #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #suguru geto x reader #nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #yuuji x reader #yuji x reader

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jaegerisim · 8 months

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what is jjk even about and should i watch it???

OMG MIA YES U SHOULD. (Altho ur mental health will be wrecked but that's not important)

Okay, so like its about Yuuji Itadori (the og golden retriever) who accidentally became part of jujutsu society. There he meets Nobara Kugisaki and Megumi Fushiguro (a canonically pan character who is just sad lil emo in love w yuuji) and his teacher, Satoru Gojou (gay ass mf). Along the way he'll meet lots of other cool character w cool powers.

Also most of the characters are extremely queer coded and the author feeds us w a lot of queer-ish content. As a plus, the men are exquisite and the women are actually well written and have personality and goals. Plus the main trio, does not have an awkward love triangle and Nobara is an absolute lesbian girlboss.

The anime consists of 2 season and 1 movie. The manga is still on going and currently on hiatus (i think??) Altho it is scheduled for the manga to end in 2024. The movie is a prequel that links w the second season, there are also lots of time jumps and time skips, but the plot is easy to follow. The opening's are fire frrr

The ships I like are NobaMaki (Nobara Kugisaki/Maki Zenin), ItaFushi (Yuuji Itadori/Megumi Fushiguro), ShokoHime (Ieiri Shoko/Iori Utahime) and THE SHIP EVER SatoSugu (Satoru Gojo/Suguru Geto).

My fav characters are Suguru Geto (kin fr), Satoru Gojo, Ieiri Shoko, Nobara Kugisaki, Kento Nanami, Hiromi Higuruma, Maki Zenin and Yuuta Okkotsu.

PLEASE WATCH IT AND WE CAN DM ABT IT. ME AND OTHER MUTUALS ARE CURRENTLY GOING INSANE IN EACH OTHER'S DMS CUZ AHHWJQNQNNWNWNWNW

And that's the end of my rant, thank you! 🩷

#JOIN THE CULT MIA #GEGE WHEN I FUCKING CATCH U #U WILL HAVE 0 MEMTAL HEALTH BH THE TIME U FINISH IT *LAUGHS HISTERICALLY*#el with the asks #lovely moots 💕

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konohamaru-sensei · 3 months

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dis one is for me since I like never request anything for myself | Nanami Kento x Kim Mae-Hui | having them give something of importance to them for you, as a gift (ie. "oh this is a necklace my late mum owned.. she always wanted me to gift this to someone i cherish.. have it. :)" )

HAPPY BIRTHDAY Q IM SORRY I IGNORED YOUR EXAMPLE AND JUST WENT WITH MY OWN IDEA LOL. Love you lots, thank you for always hanging out and rambling and giving advice and drawing so wonderfully and watching anime and being a A-Class human being.

In an unusual turn of event, Mae-Hui didn’t wake up until the sun was already high up and the morning was turning to midday. That really wasn’t usual for her, as she preferred to rise early, get her store, her plants, her bug friends in order, before she could really start the day. But sometimes, on rare days such as this one was, she forgot all about that and slept in.

Once she realised how late it had gotten she jumped out of bed, grabbing the first dress she could find on the chair next to the bed and buttoning it up as she made her way out of the room. In her hurried state she didn’t even spare a look in the mirror at the back of the room. Her hair was secondary now, she needed to check on her things first.

When she stumbled out of the bedroom into the living room area, feeling like a bear that had just woken up from an especially long hibernation she found Kento on the couch, legs crossed, the Japan Times in his hand. She would have made fun of him for his old man demeanour at the ripe age of 30, but was distracted by the fact that he was shirtless.

Shirtless man in her living room, not a bad start to a morning. Even if it was late.

“Eh-” she let out, temporarily forgetting how forming words worked among human beings.

Kento let the newspaper sink and looked over to her. He was wearing his reading glasses, which just added to his overall look of an old man though he’d barely reached quater age. “Kin-sei,” he said and looked over the rims of the glasses right at her, “you are finally up.”

Mae-Hui curled her lips a little. Nanami Kento had, ever since she’d known him, been a sweet talker, but lately he’d taken a liking to calling her kinsei specifically. A sort of play on words about her nickname Kin and the word for star. Sure, he most often pronounced it like two separate words pulled together, but sometimes he fluently put them into one.

Kinsei, in a convenient twist he had probably thought about when he came up with the nickname, was the name for the planet venus. He was essentially calling her a Venus. There were times like right now when that embarrassed Mae-Hui a little, but there were also times like last night where it had embarrassed her in a good way.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” she asked and hurried over to her balcony side plants.

Kento folded the newspaper: “You deserve sleep.”

He was so pragmatic it could almost be unnerving. “What about the store? I wasn’t up to open it!” She lifted her watering can only to realise that the plants had already been watered so she put it back down.

“I sent Itadori-kun to take care of it.” Kento stretched a little. “Now that he is soon to be a university student he should learn how to hold a part time job on his own.”

Kin couldn’t help but grin at the image of 19 year old Itadori Yuuji, known and renowned Jujutsu Sorcerer and Grade A sunny boy standing in her jewellery store. But then again it made full sense in some way. Yuuji would probably be so helpful to every customer that her sales would double. Maybe next time she could bring Megumi too then the clientele of female customers would probably double.

She turned on her heels and walked to her terrarium. “You are working that boy so hard,” she stated with a little wink in Kento’s direction so he knew that she only meant it jokingly. Still, she earned herself a classic Nanami deep-sigh in reply.

“I would say the work he does for you is more like a vacation,” he explained. “At least with everything else he sometimes has going on.”

The bug-friends in their terrarium were crowing happily around set out fresh plants that they were happily munching. Mae-Hui watched them move about and wondered how early Kento had gotten up to be able to take care of all of this. That he had gotten up and done all of that for her, just the general thought of that, already filled her with so much warmth that she could have jumped his bones. She kept it together though. For now.

“I thought you hate work,” she said instead, turning around to walk to the kitchen for a cup of tea. “Do you want the boy to get a normal job?” They always talked about Yuuji as if he was Nanami’s own son, when in fact Nanami hadn’t met him until 4 or so years ago and not really been his teacher either.

Kento sighed one more time. “What I want does not matter. Itadori-kun should decide what he wants.” Sometimes he was speaking in such a low voice that it almost left goosebumps on her skin.

In her tiny kitchen she found that a little teacup had been already prepared for her. Kento had filled the tea in a cup with a lid to keep the warmth inside. He had really thought of anything. At this point she wouldn’t even be surprised to find a full set of breakfast in one of the cupboards or the fridge.

“You look very good in this by the way,” he said suddenly. “Fits you better than I would have thought.”

Mae-Hui took a step back, the cup of tea still in her hand. “Eh-thank you,” she replied, wondering why he had phrased it this way. After all, he’d seen her in this dress just last night for dinner.

“The length of it just covers everything that needs covering, but also doesn’t cover everything. It’s nice, kin-sei.” When she turned she found him staring at her figure so much that it almost made her feel embarrassed once again.

What was his issue, she wondered as she walked from the kitchen to the couch. He’d seen all of this yesterday and yet he acted like he had never seen her like this before? She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the fridge door and then realised what he was talking about.

She wasn’t wearing her baby blue dress, the one she had extra chosen for their date last night. No, instead she was wearing a shirt like a dress. His shirt.

Mae-Hui stared at herself, then down to her toes and back to her mirror image. “Ken- I - I didn’t know that I put this on…,” she mumbled trying to make sense of what had happened. She had hurried out of bed and then ended up grabbing the wrong piece of fabric. The two of them often colour matched their outfits as they went out just because they liked colour matching and so a mistake like that was easily made.

“I don’t mind,” he said calmly. “I think it looks better on you than it would ever on me.”

She took the cup and sat down next to him on the couch. Half she had already lifted her hand to the top button of the shirt with the intention of giving it back to him, when she realised that she wasn’t wearing much underneath. That could have been sexy in any other situation than the balcony being wide open.

“I’ll wash it and give it back to you,” she said and leaned back into her couch cushions. “And from now on I’ll be a bit more careful about what I put on. Maybe I could buy a light kimono….”

Kento took a strand of her hair between his fingers like he often did when they sat side by side. He’d done it when they were younger and her hair lounger and he was still doing it now that she kept it shorter. Sometimes she joked that he would still do it even if she had a buzzcut. “You’d find a way,” she’d say.

“Just keep it.”

Mae-Hui blinked at Kento in confusion: “Keep what? The shirt?”

“The shirt,” he nodded. “Now that I see it on you I realise it should have always been worn by you.”

Again with the sweet talking. In another life in which he wasn’t the kindest man in the world he would have made an excellent fuckboy. “But it’s your lucky shirt”, Kin touched the fabric at her chest.

How she had not recognised the shirt she had put on was beyond her, considering this one was so peculiar and different. It was definitely Kento’s favourite shirt, despite the stains and blemishes on it. He only wore it under a suit jacket when the fixes were not visible and only for work. There used to be a time when he’d change into a different, newer shirt for their dates, but Kin also liked it when he wore it. This was the lucky shirt after all.

A few years, almost like a different lifespan ago, he’d worn this exact shirt when he was called in to help out with the Shibuya commotion. And though he’d faced not one, but two almost impossible to beat opponents, he’d made it back to her. Sure, he’d sacrificed and arm and was now scarred on one side of his face, but he had come back.

The shirt had been a little ripped, it had burned and lost a bit of colour, but generally it had survived in one piece. As if it was some good luck charm for him, he’d started wearing it on every job afterwards. Mae-Hui could not take it from him like this, it was what gave him confidence.

He sighed and then snailed his one arm around her shoulders. “Four years ago I used up all my luck with it in one night. But for you it might still have luck leftover. And I want you to be very lucky, kin-sei.”

Her lips curled another time. “Fine, I will make sure to wear it for you like this everytime you are around.”

The declaration made him laugh. “Sure thing.”

They leaned towards each other and shared a kiss like this and Mae-Hui had to think of her earlier inner desire to thank him for being the most wonderful human being by jumping his bones again. 15 mins ago she had told herself she’d hold back, but now she thought it was maybe time to reconsider.

#fic tag #maybe dont put your best character in a box forever #other peoples ocs #yes i absolutely DID just learn the japanese word for the planet venus this week #why you ask

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izvmimi · 2 months

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Mimi, as a certified main character lover™ do you have opinions on Yuuji Itadori?

no see!! a specific kind!!!!! of main character!!!

also i did have a yuuji moment but i got disinterested 1. cuz the jjk universe is mostly just trauma porn to me but also 2. cuz i have Feelings on how yuuji processes his trauma which are like valid if you support or kin him but clash with me personally selfshipwise

he is darling tho!!!

#mimi replies #treasures: ace

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hayaniii · 6 months

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anii · he/she · adult

im so normal about fictional characters <3

f/o list

bold = fixated on atm, italics = less strong atm

ai hayasaka (kaguya-sama: love is war) 💍

kita ikuyo (bocchi the rock!) 🎸

hibiki hagyuu (anne happy) 💢

saki saki (kanojo mo kanojo) 💌

ruri hibarigaoko (anne happy) 🚸

rize tedeza (is the order a rabbit?) ☕️

shirabe tsukuyomi (symphogear) 🌌

asahi morino (fudajo!) 💬

aoba kazane (keijo!!!!!!!!) 🏅

hifumi takimoto (new game!) 👾

bennett (hello charlotte) ☣️

yuuji itadori (jujutsu kaisen) 💥

ranpo edogawa (bungou stray dogs) 🔎

misc:

i will ship some characters with other canon characters and/or see it as a polycule

the f/o tags i use are tagged on this post

comfort + kin list on my main

#self ship #selfshipper #self shipping #fictional other #hibiki 💢#kita 🎸#ruri 🚸#rize ☕️#shirabe 🌌#yuuji 💥#asahi 💬#aoba 🏅#hifumi 👾#hayasaka 💍#ranpo 🔎#bennett ☣️

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aii-xo · 1 year

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ʚɞ ━ a b o u t m e ━ ʚɞ

₊˚⊹♡ ━ hello everyone, and thank you for taking the time to read this section :) i'll just be using this post as a little introduction to who i am, what i like, what fandoms i write for, and all that lovely stuff <3

˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊ — b a s i c i n f o

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ — i go by aishi online! i use she/her pronouns, i'm nineteen, i'm xnfj 2w1, and i adore dark-haired, brooding, pretty anime boys.

note. while my irl name is no secret, please do not use it here if you know it!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ — faves. diluc ragnvindr. megumi fushiguro. aki hayakawa. rin itoshi. dan heng. keiji akaashi. giyuu tomioka. shuu sakamaki. yuuma mukami. neuvillette. satoru gojo. tetsurou kuroo.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ — kins. koushi sugawara. tooru oikawa. raiden ei. kaveh. fischl. k-angel/ame. ai hoshino.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ — loves. drawing. cosplaying. singing. writing. psychology (uni course). pink. plushies. fashion. makeup. anime merch collecting. cats. sleeping.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ — hates. bugs. needles. wearing pants (skirt supremacy). early mornings. assignments. closemindedness. overly oily foods.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ — music. mainstream vocaloid/utaite - eg. proseka music, kikuo, eve, mafumafu. kpop - eg. blackpink, bts, (g)i-dle. space ambient. slow & reverb remixes. lofi.

˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊ — w h a t i w r i t e f o r

note. i am open to write for any of the fandoms below, with special emphasis on the characters listed. feel free to request characters who aren't listed (read rules first), but remember that i reserve the right to reject requests for certain characters.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ — genshin impact. albedo. al-haitham. ayato. baizhu. childe. cyno. dainsleif. diluc. itto. kaeya. kaveh. kazuha. lyney. neuvillette. thoma. tighnari. wanderer (kunikuzushi). wriothesley. xiao. zhongli.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ — haikyuu. kei tsukishima. keiji akaashi. kenma kozume. koushi sugawara. koutarou bokuto. shinsuke kita. tetsurou kuroo. tobio kageyama. tooru oikawa.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ — jujutsu kaisen. kento nanami. megumi fushiguro. satoru gojo. suguru geto. toge inumaki. toji fushiguro. yuuta okkotsu. yuuji itadori.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ — blue lock. hyouma chigiri. michael kaiser. nagi seishiro. rin itoshi. yoichi isagi.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ — honkai star rail. blade. dan heng (imbibitor lunae). gepard. jing yuan. luka. luocha. sampo. welt.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ — chainsaw man. aki hayakawa.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ — diabolik lovers. shuu sakamaki. ayato sakamaki. subaru sakamaki. ruki mukami. yuuma mukami. kou mukami. azusa mukami.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ — obey me. mammon. leviathan. satan. beelzebub. simeon. solomon.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ — seduce me the otome. james. erik. sam. damien.

— the artwork (excluding the background) in the post's banner is mine, and of my original character. copying, tracing, stealing, and reposting are expressly forbidden.

#aii-xo #₊˚⊹♡ cover page #aishi about me #visnov bg by NoranekoGames

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