#obey me acrylic stands

[attic-club-sandwich]

Pre-ordered these silly guys (the cowboys are a blind box and i'm manifesting belphie or mammon). I really wanted the Satan Runs Away from Home book but it is sold out already 😭

[nerdy-talks]

~ The Anti Lucifer League resting after a long day of plotting and executing pranks ~

[things-i-like-archive]

Obey Me! | Leviathan | Obeya Me! x GraffArt Cafe

ahhh he's so cute!!! (≧◡≦)

[★★★★★] [MyFigure]

[kon-konk]

While I am sad about the end of updates on Obey Me! & OB!Nightbringer, the way they phrased the announcement makes me think they've reached the end of the story they're comfortable telling in this format.

"New forms of content" make me think they're going to lean a lot more into the manga/anime side with new series, or (if we're very lucky) maybe even an actual dating sim with routes?

[choslut]

˖ ࣪ ، ◞ せ⌇ LUCKY GIRL. featuring d. sawamura.

↻ you might be a ditz, but daichi thinks he’s lucky to have such a pretty ditz as his good luck charm.

tags : panty kink, bimbo!reader, locker room, panty fucking, slight dubcon, overstimulation, squirting, clit stimulation, light dirty talk // wc. 0.9k

author’s note : sorry this one is so late (by like a day) !! work managed to finally bite my ass last night and i literally passed out the moment i got home. woke up, got tired and remembered i totally forgot to post this :( welp better late than never, i hope you guys enjoy this one (notes n reblogs always appreciated) <33

this work is NSFW. minors and ageless blogs DO NOT INTERACT.

that fucking g-string. 

DAICHI will never understand why you decide to dress your absolute sluttiest when you’re attending his practices, wearing tiny skirts and tiny tops that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. 

it also doesn’t help that you’re sitting up in the stands either, because every time he looks up, he can just about make out the outline of your puffy pussy against the sheer pink fabric of your panties. 

fuck, he can barely even call them panties at this point. 

it’s hard to focus on directing the team when his girl is up there in the stands tapping away at her phone with her perfectly pristine acrylics that he paid for, showing off her miniskirt and a pair of panties that he also paid for. 

fuck you. 

“you tryin’ to get me bricked on purpose or what, babydoll?” he’s cornered you in the common room, backed you up against the locker with both hands on either side of your face. one of his hands come down to trail against your side, toying with the fragile string of your panties. 

you, on the other hand, stare up at him dopily, with not a single clue in the world what he’s talking about. “not sure what you mean, babe. you don’t like my outfit?”

daichi scoffs. “no, it’s not that. it’s just…” he twirls the string around his thick finger before snapping it back against your hips. “you’re distractin’ me.”

you’re such a fucking ditz, the way you’re looking at him. your lashes (fake) flutter as you stare at him, eyes wide as he plays with your panties. “i thought you liked these ones. i wore them for good luck.”

“i only need good luck at games, baby, not at practice.” does he have to spell it out for you? “turn around for me, angel. hands on the lockers.”

you obey, as always, presenting your barely covered ass to your sexually frustrated boyfriend proudly. daichi’s large hands push up your skirt and scope your ass, a low whistle escaping his lips as he drinks in the beautiful sight of his girl bent over for him. 

you may be stupid, but you’re his, and as long as that’s the case, you’ll do whatever he wants. daichi silently praises himself for landing such an easy catch as he pulls down his shorts and boxers in one fell swoop, latching his hands onto the meat of your ass. 

you only realise he hasn’t taken your panties off after he slips his cock through the seat. 

“baby!” your whine is shrill, but daichi pays it no mind. “this is my favourite pair! you’re g’na ruin ‘em!”

“i’ll buy you a new pair, doll,” he grunts, slowly moving his hips back and forth. he isn’t inside you but he’s inside your panties, and he relishes in the way the silk rubs against the underside of his shaft whilst your pussy drenches him from above. 

it’s sick. it’s nasty, so much so that daichi tips his head back and groans. 

he pulls backwards, and the girthy veins on his cock drag through your drenched cunt. he pushes forward and his tip just catches your clit, nudging it before meeting resistance at the silk front of your panties. it’s an amazing feeling, and he loses himself to it completely. 

meanwhile, underneath him, you’re mourning the ruin of your favourite g-string, but you can’t ignore the way daichi feels so hot and heavy against your weeping cunt, his tip nudging your clit and making you see stars. “o-oh, baby…”

“what is it, doll?” 

you bite your lip in embarrassment. “might cum soon…”

are you being serious right now? he’s barely done anything, barely even fucked you, yet you’re squirming against him, acrylics digging into your fleshy palms as you squeeze your eyes shut and try to focus on anything but the feeling of his mushroom tip poking at your clit. 

daichi regrets that he can’t be inside you when you cum, but god does he feel it. you let out another shrill whine when you climax, cunt growing ten times sloppier as you push yourself backwards to meet his thrusts. 

“want you- hah- want you to cum in my panties. please, baby.” your eyelids are flickering from overstimulation but you couldn’t care less, your empty brain now filled with the potent need to make your boyfriend cum all over you.

“shit, is that what you want, babydoll? want me to cum all over your favourite pair?” even though he isn’t inside you, daichi swears he can feel your cunt clench, and so he speeds up, tip bumping your overworked clit over and over and over until-

you cum again, but this time it’s even messier than the last time, your juices all but spraying everywhere and staining daichi’s shorts. he pulls out of your panties just in time to jerk himself over the curve of your ass, translucent white ropes of his release painting the hot pink silk of your panties and dripping down in between your thighs. 

he’s lucky enough to catch you just before you crumple to the floor, and as he admires his handiwork, daichi comes up with a wicked idea. 

“don’t wash these, baby. want you to wear them to my next game.” he can almost imagine the silent look of shock forming on your face. 

“for good luck, right?”

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[peachiejeongin]

Brushstrokes of Us | Hyunjin

Synopsis: You have been stressed to no end due to finals week, and Hyunjin has a colorful remedy.

Pairing: Hyunjin x Reader

Genre: fluff, friends to lovers, non-idol au

Warnings: Mentions of stress/anxiety, I wrote this before buzz-cut Hyunjin made an appearance so he does have long hair in the fic

Notice: Hello, my love! I absolutely LOVE this request! It is so cute, and writing the fiction warmed my heart!! I did my best to make your imagine come true, and I hope you enjoy it! <3 (If you saw this post twice, no you did not :) )

The whirring of the espresso machine hummed faintly in the background as you pressed your forehead against the cool countertop. The cafe where you worked part-time was quiet, save for the occasional customer stopping by for a late night snack. The weight of the week settled heavily on your shoulders; it was finals week at the university, so you had to balance a plethora of tests on top of work and an ever-growing list of responsibilities. The worries of the week were an ocean, and you were drowing under the waves.

Your phone buzzed against the counter, the vibration pulling you from your thoughts. You glanced at the screen.

hyunnie: 'I know you're tired, but i want you to come over.' you: 'Not tonight, Hyunnie. I wanna go to bed early.' hyunnie: 'I promise it's worth it.'

A quiet sigh escaped your lips at the instant response; there was no arguing with Hyunjin when wanted to see you, more so now since you had barely made time for him due to the weight of everything crushing your schedule. Yet, through the storm of it all, Hyunjin's persistence was never overbearing; it was always wrapped in concern and always grounded you in the toughest of spots.

That is what made it so impossible to refuse him.

---

Twenty minutes after your shift ended, you found yourself standing at the base of Hyunjin's apartment building, the chill of the December night nipping at your cheeks. The faint scent of snow lingered in the air, and your breath came out in soft puffs, floating away into the cold atmosphere. Before you could knock, the door swung open, revealing Hyunjin.

His black hair was messy, as if he had been running his fingers through it all night, and he was dressed in his usual cozy attire—a loose-knit sweater that hung off one shoulder and soft joggers. He grinned, leaning casually against the doorframe.

"You came," he said simply, his voice warm with satisfaction.

"You didn't really give me a choice," you replied, though the small smile tugging at your lips betrayed the sarcasm of your tone.

"Come on in. I have a surprise." He reached his hand out, his long fingers intertwining with yours as he led you inside.

The apartment smelled like him—clean, with a faint trace of the vanilla candles he had always insisted made the place feel "homier;" however, instead of stopping in the living room like usual, he guided you up the narrow staircase leading into the attic.

"Close your eyes," he mumbled, his breath fanning lightly against your ear.

"Hyun-"

"Trust me."

You sighed but obeyed, letting him guide you the rest of the way. The wooden steps creaked beneath your feet, and you felt the warmth of the attic before visualizing it.

When you opened your eyes, taking your surroundings in, the sight before you left you breathless.

The room had been transformed. Candles flickered softly on every available surface, their golden light reflecting off the rustic beams of the attic's ceiling, blankets and pillows were haphazardly arranged in a cozy pile, and fresh flowers—specifically lillies and roses—were scattered in mismatched vases. The faint scent of acrylic paint mingled with the floral aroma, and in the center of it all stood a massive blank canvas, flanked by jars containing vibrant paints and brushes—the source of the aforementioned aroma.

"I know you've been overwhelmed recently," Hyunjin told you, his demeanor quiet yet steady. "You're always taking care of everyone else, so I thought tonight...maybe I could take care of you."

His words wrapped around your heart like a warm embrace, the thoughtfulness of his gesture hitting you all at once.

"Hyunnie, this is..." You trailed off, searching for the right words to express your gratitude.

"It's just like us," he finished for you, smiling shyly. "It's bright, but it's a little messy, too."

Your chest tightened, a rush of emotions rendering you temporarily speechless. Instead of speaking, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms tightly around him. He stiffened for just a moment before melting into the embrace, his chin resting against the top of your head.

---

As the two of you painted together, your mind wandered to all of the little moments that had brought you here—each brushstroke evoking memories that made your heart ache in the best way.

Like the time Hyunjin had dragged you on a spontaneous shopping trip.

"I need an honest opinion," he had stated, holding up two wildly different jackets; one was a sleek, leather one, and the other one was white and puffy, almost resembling a marshmallow.

You had laughed, pointing to the leather one.

"Unless you're planning on exploring the Arctic, that's the better choice." He had pouted, throwing the marshmallow jacket over his shoulder.

"But it looks so warm."

"Warm isn't fashionable."

"Warm is necessary!"

You had spent hours wandering through stores, Hyunjin holding up ridiculous items and contemplating on whether or not to buy them just to make you laugh. At one point, he had placed a wide-brimmed sun hat on your head and insisted you had missed your calling as a movie star, snapping pretend photographs of you like he was paparazzi. By the end of the day, he was carrying all the bags, insisting it was his duty to do so because you were his, "voice of reason," for the day, making sure he did not spend too much and that he did not buy anything he did not need.

You also thought about the time you had gone on a road trip together and ended up having to share a bed at the hotel due to a booking error.

"This isn't weird, right?" he had asked, lying on his side as far away from you as possible so not to make you uncomfortable.

"Not at all," you lied, though the closeness made your heart race.

The bed was small, and at some point, you had woken up to find him curled up against you, his arm slung casually over your waist. His hair had fallen into his face, and he looked so peaceful, so utterly unguarded, that you had not been able to stop yourself from brushing it back.

---

The sound of Hyunjin's laughter brought you back to the present. He was sitting right beside you, staring at the canvas with his face streaked with paint—blue on his cheek and yellow on his chin.

"This is a masterpiece," he declared, gesturing to the chaotic mix of colors and handprints covering the canvas.

"If by masterpiece you mean disaster, then yes; it is definitely a masterpiece."

"It's art!" he argued, smirking.

You could not help but laugh, but the sound faded when you caught the way he was staring at you—soft and lingering, as if you were the only thing that mattered in the world.

"I've missed you," he told you, his tone much gentler than his previous playfulness. The sincerity made your throat tighten. "You've been distant."

"I didn't mean to be," you admitted. "Life has just been... a lot."

"I get it," he responded, his fingers moving a stray strand of hair out of your face. "But you never have to go through it alone. I'm always gonna be here for you."

Something in the way he spoke made your chest pang. For a moment, you just looked at him, taking in the softness of his features. The candlelight played in his eyes, and vulernability was etched into his expression.

"I've missed you too," you whispered.

A small smile quirked at his lips, and the silence stretched between you, warm and heavy with unspoken melodies. Finally, he broke the prolonged solitude.

"Can I tell you something?"

You nodded, your heart thumping in your chest.

"I don't want to be just your friend anymore," he confessed. "I want to be more." The confession hung in the air, fragile but unwaivering.

"I want to be the person you come to when things get hard, the person who makes you laugh when you forget how to, the person you come home to. I want to be yours."

Affectionate tears blurred your vision, and before he could say anything else, you leaned in, pressing your lips to his. The kiss was soft and shy, almost unsure due to the suddenness, but the feelings blooming between you and Hyunjin were undeniable.

When you pulled back, his cheeks were flushed, his eyes filled with wonder.

"So...does this mean...?"

"It means I feel the same way," you chuckled softly.

His grin was brighter than any of the candles in the room, and when he kissed you again, it felt like the emergence of a new life you had both been dying to enter into all along.

---

Taglist: @velvetmoonlght, @amararosesblog (If you would like to be added to the taglist, please let me know!)

[shopkeepmc]

🌈New Merch Release🌈

Eeo is back with another Obey Me collab and they will be holding a Pop Up Store in Ikebukuro, Japan starting on July 12th! For now there is no international release for this collab.

Merch List below 👇

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Merch List:

🍹Tin Buttons

🍹Acrylic Keychains

🍹Villain Themed Acrylic Stands

🍹Beach Themed Chibi Acrylic Stands

🍹Chibi Tin Buttons

🍹Acrylic Art Board

🍹Chibi Clear Case

🍹& Chibi Mirror

[hymouse]

Obey Me! Set to Silent Mode

Summary: You have no way to charge your DDD in your very human home. Pairing: None, if you squint it could be read as GN!MC x Mammon Word count: 851 Warnings: angsty goodness, mentioned drinking, mentioned death, spoilers for chapter 16 and i guess chapter 20 A/N: A very short little dabble. I know canon says everyone keeps messaging and calling after MC returns home for the first time, but I like the idea that MC was really cut off from Devildom and has to work their way through it.

Mammon was promising some terribly stupid business idea for your return when your DDD died. Now it sits on your bedside table, right next to your actual phone. You know, the normal one that used normal, human electricity to connect you to all the people you know and some of the ones you loved. Earthly little pings probed you upon your return- rebirth- some concerned, some angry, but all keen on untangling the story of how you faked your death. Oh, it was like I’ve died and was reborn again, you’d joke over brunch. Your mimosa would sparkle against your lips, the tart sweetness of the orange juice covering the hint of bitterness; bottomless, bottoms up.

Sometimes, in the small hours of the morning, you imagine a devilish glow casting strange shadows across your bedroom wall. They’d dance in the pre-dawn light tempting you with wastefulness, but flee with your dreams as your mind finds your body.

Once you accidentally grabbed it instead of your functional, operational, and relevant human device. You caused something of a minor traffic jam standing in the middle of a busy intersection staring at it. Ruri-chan stares out with a sort of delusional optimism from the confines of her clear acrylic prison while the cross-walk sign blink threateningly. Behind her a Devildom lotto ticket and a coupon for Madam Scream’s Macaroons compete — unsuccessfully— for your attention.

The driver of the gray pickup truck lays on his horn and you skitter to the sidewalk. After a moment you realize you’ve gone the wrong way.

You were late to the psychic’s, but the old woman didn’t seem to mind. The bangles on her wrist jangled as she sits you at her little table in the back room where the sights and sounds of the outside world are caught between layers of velvet and dried eucalyptus. You supposed, in retrospect, that that should’ve been your first warning. No witch worth their cauldron would be caught dead with eucalyptus. She peers at your palm, then your tea leaves, them her cards with gentle scrutiny before surmising you had experienced a great loss. It was enough to knock some tears out of you, but the real crying would happen later, at home, relieved of some $30, burdened by the ever-growing guilt of having left Mammon on read.

Texting 666 on your regular, dinky, human phone did not work. You resisted the urge to throw it against a wall.

Slowly you found psychic visits woven their way into the fabric of your life until every soothsayer and fortune teller became something more than strangers but less than friends. Through the psychics you found the mystics; through the mystics you found witches; through the witches you found despair. A witch’s jealousy to be an ugly thing. They danced around you, play-tracing sigils into your skin and flicking harmless spats of magic into your face. Pact-marked and pigeoned-holed they called you, as useless as you had been before the exchange program. Back home you stared into the mirror, tracing the witch’s sigils on your skin then onto paper. They made for poor art and poorer signs of power laying as dormant as the pact marks scattered across your body.

One day, drowning in a nap-gone-too-long, you imagine Mammon calling for you outside your window; it would be the last time you cried.

Life was less a ride than it was a chariot, dragging you across a bloodied arena for the entertainment of some higher power. Your first order of business was to move your Harrison Porter charm to your keys; looking at it made you feel a little like Alice in Wonderland. Rent was due, so a job was found; then a better one. You counted the bills, paid your debts. You set aside spared bills and change in a little yellow treasure box on your dresser that sat beside a growing collection of nail polish and skincare that never failed to make you feel —dare you say it— pretty. You swam and cursed your way through summer, fostered a sizable clan of cats in the fall, then decided to become a recluse in the winter, watching winter’s stars drape across the sky from the comfort of your home.

The promise of a new life in a new city lured you out from your cave. You went to RAD with so very little, so you decide to part with all but a suitcase of the essentials, then opted for a backpack. The edges of the little yellow treasure chest pressed into your lower back as you hiked your way across the city to a hilly park with a view. Winter still clung to this part of the world; the sparkling of snow was nearly indistinguishable from the steel and glass of skyscrapers; a sky so clear that the horizon retreated into a white nothingness. You soaked in the view, then turned.

At the edge of the outlook a familiar shock of white hair caught your eye. He waves. You could feel the edge of the acrylic Harrison Porter charm, smooth after months of worry.

[otakubimbo]

Throat Goat

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x f!Reader Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Face Fucking Fingering, Profanity, No Plot , Oral (m! & f! recieving) Not a single OUNCE of fluff DID NOT PROOFREAD summary: There is literally no plot to this, just shameless sexual interactions Day 2: Face Fucking

The moan that escaped your lips could have made him cum right then. Satoru was in his favorite place, between your legs, devouring you. His tongue moved skillfully between your slit and circling around your clit.

“Fuck Satoru.” You moaned, fingers flexing beside you unable to grab onto his hair because your hands were pinned tightly to your side by the strongest sorcerer. There was no way your body could take another orgasm, but you were reaching your sixth. “ mmm. Too much baby, too much”

He chuckles into your pussy which stimulates you even more, “But you taste too good to stop, let me enough my meal.”

Even that mere pause didn’t give you enough time to catch your panting breaths before he was back devouring you. Your breath hitches and back arched as he continued to suck on your clit, sliding two of his long strong fingers into your center. His fingers worked magic in you and with the combination of his mouth, the sounds coming from your throat could only be described as incoherent animalistic noises. Your acrylics were holding on to his roots for dear life the way he was making your body quake.

Satoru could feel the way that your tight wet walls were squeezing and sucking his fingers in, you tell for an upcoming orgasm. He freed your crip from his hair, face moving from your core to look at your sex drunk face. You were so gorgeous to him, his dick pulsating at the sight of your eyes practically rolled back into your head, lower lip about to split from how hard you’re biting on it.

“Oh my pretty girl.” He cooed as his thumb went to circling around your clit as his other hand gently pressed on your lower stomach. “Give daddy one more princess, I know you can. Cum for daddy, be a good girl for me.”

And like the good girl you were, you came and you came hard. Your body shook violently as you squirted all over his hand. You were spent from so many multiple orgasms. Satoru chuckles darkly at you, standing up by the bed, pants already down. You couldn’t even look up to see what he was doing.

“We aren’t even close to done, pretty girl. Now it’s time to return the favor.”

His large hands grab your legs dragging you to the end of the bed then turning you around so that your head hangs slightly off it.  

“Open” He commanded, and your mouth reflexively obeyed without a second thought. In true Satoru fashion, he didn’t hesitate to slam his dick straight into your open mouth. Instantly you gag with the force entrance hitting immediately the back of your throat. You held back your instincts as he violated your mouth, his hands on your shoulders to fuck your face harder.

“Fuck yes princess. You take me so well. I love seeing my dick in your pretty mouth.”

His praises made your moan, throat vibrates his dick which makes him rut into your mouth. You do your best to take him and meet his thrusts with your sucks attempting to massage the bottom with your tongue. The pace he set himself was aggressive and hard to keep up with, his balls smacking against your face.

One of Satoru’s hands moves to your breast and molds the flesh under his hand, pulling more moans out of you which just encourages him more. He pitched and pulled at your nipple, fucking your mouth relentlessly.

“Princess.” His voice strained. “I’m cum, okay, and you better swallow every drop.”

With the way his dick was so far down your throat you had no other choice but to swallow all of him. You barely understood how you were able to breathe with how deep he was and how aggressive his pace was, but you moaned in understanding.

“Fuck. Yes. Princess.” His thrusts were impossibly deeper and violent as you well his dick pulse, his sign of coming to his own peak. With one hand still on your tit, another grabs you by you by your throat. A few last thrusts into your mouth and he’s spilling down your throat spasming into you. He stops thrusting which gives you the opportunity to swirl your tongue around his leaking member as you swallow all of him. He squeezes on your throat, overstimulated , getting you to stop and then slowly pulls out of your mouth. You turn over, smirking at him, licking the rest of him off your lips. His dick starts to come back alive again at the sight of that. He grabs you by the shoulders pushing you back on the bed.

“Oh we aren’t even close to done, princess.”

[sugar-omi]

(so from I understand, angels on Obey Me wear sexier outfits so is just based on that idea) Imagine first meeting angel!Derek and he wore something like this

https://animatebkk-online.com/product/nu-carnival-acrylic-stand-ssr-aurora-type-olivine/

or better yet a follower stumbles into the church and sees Derek. MC trying really hard to explain that no Derek is not a stripper. Just a very confused uh foreigner or a cosplayer (which isn't any better cuz now follower assumes MC is into...that kinda thing)

I'm sure Derek has a better disguise but man assumes no one can see him.

*link

HUHHH OH MY GOD...

first of all: whore. secondly YES

your reputation is absolutely ruined and now it's up to cove to come along and wipe some peoples memory bc you cant go outside w/o people going "omg theres that pervert priest..."

[katboykirby]

hi, sorry to intrude, but I noticed your entire wall is filled with obey me merch? Genuinely asking, where are you finding all that merch because I am having a hard time finding any T~T

Have a wonderful day and if you do decide to answer me thank you very much for your time

Hello!

Yes, I have a lot of Obey Me merch 😅

I got the majority of my collection in Japan, which is probably the main reason why I was able to build a collection of this size. Not only is OM stuff decently easy to find in most major JP anime/game/hobby retailers, it's also MUCH less expensive than it is overseas. I have, no joke, bought many of my acrylic stands for 500-1000 Yen ($3-$6) only to see those exact same acrylic stands being sold online for $30, $40, $50, etc. And that's before you would have to pay for Proxy fees and international shipping to get stuff mailed to your country, as well.

Believe me, I know that I'm incredibly lucky to be able to go to so many JP retail chains in person. It's something that not very many people are able to do, and I'm aware of how much merch is inaccessible to international fans. That's why I enjoy doing Giveaways for OM merch over on my Twitter!

Good places to shop for OM merch online are AmiAmi, Animate Int, Neokyo, Yahoo! Japan, GoodsRepublic, Rakuten, and JDirect. There's plenty of others too, these are just the sites that come immediately to mind. You can also buy some stuff directly from the original JP shops (like MAYLA) because their webstores support global shipping options, but this is somewhat rare. Most sites only offer shipping within Japan.

[attic-club-sandwich]

They're doing acrylics stands of the art where they are tied-up and I'm really hoping they are dangly. I'm not really into acrylic stands, but I'd get one if they dangle (and as long as they aren't blind packaged).

Omg no way that is awesome!! I have a small Levi acrylic stand I got from the Obey Me Zine (he’s dressed as Henry lol) and I love it!

That would be so cool if those ones were dangly though I would seriously have to invest in one. But the art is so good I would love to have one regardless!

[nerdy-talks]

Another acrylic stand, this time featuring Lovely Levi and Ruri-chan 💜

[things-i-like-archive]

Obey Me! | Simeon | Obey Me! Acrylic Frame Stand from Artbook

Happy Valentine's Day! 💝​🌹​

[★★★★☆] [MyFigure]

[maddymoreau]

abelia,nutmeg + palm tree 👀

abelia ⇢ do you have a particular piece of jewelry you always wear or can’t part with?

⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ I actually don’t wear jewelry but would like to in the future!

nutmeg ⇢ how’s your room/home decorated? do you have a specific theme or style going on?

My bedroom furniture theme is black. So black bed frame, picture frame, shelves, curtain, desk etc.

That way all of the blorbo merch I’ve collected over the years could really pop!

Ava’s Demon merch, Pokemon plushies, anime figurines, Fire Emblem Plushies, Obey Me acrylic stands, Poppy Playtime plushies and lots of sans undertale pillows by Poetax (〃^∇^〃)ゞ

In 2020 I saw the Tiktok on the left and fell in love with how their wall looked. So I attempted to recreate it with pictures of my interests at the time!

I’m not as into the things on the wall anymore but I love how the collage turned out so I’ve left it.

(۶ᐛ )۶ When I move want to create a new collage!!

palm tree ⇢ do you have a fictional villain you shouldn’t like but love regardless?

I think most my F/Os are villains I shouldn’t like but love regardless ꉂ (˃̶᷄‧̫ॢ ˂̶᷅๑ ).

[blissfullyapillow]

hello 🗣️ i would like to request two matchups, please!

fandoms: obey me + fe3h (romantic match for both)

gender pref: male for fe3h, no preference for obey me

qualities i look for in a partner: independence, humor (or at least open to being teased), confidence, spontaneity, adventurous

personality traits (and notes): introverted (distant, disinterested, little interest in getting close to many people, does not often get lonely), extremely independent (often refuses to rely on others, hates when people step in to help without me asking for help), confident (sometimes arrogant, a bit prideful), straightforward (blunt, sometimes tactless), even-tempered (rarely has strong emotional reactions, baseline content almost always), good sense of humor, playful, teasing, mischievous, realist that leans optimistic, curious (nosey, loves gossip), a bit of a troublemaker/rulebreaker, does not shy away from conflict (a bit combative with authority and people who don’t know what they’re doing), not sentimental, does not hold onto regrets, good at self-reflection, cold and a little mean when upset with someone

hobbies: video games, watching anime, drawing (digital), painting (watercolor, acrylic), baking (but NOT cooking), reading, cosplay, thrill-seeking activities

likes: cats, sweets, good food, winter, cool weather, lattes, traveling, piercings, tattoos, puns (!), lazy days, learning foreign languages, cleaning, new experiences, trying new foods, trying new skills, people with a good sense of humor (quite subjective), people who are flexible and open-minded

dislikes: dogs, spiders, bitter foods, hot weather, strong scents, pessimism, rigidity (in personality or environment), feeling restricted, possessiveness, conformity, having to be responsible for other people, boredom, when people don't stand up for themselves (i tend to look down on/clash with people who are overly insecure).

types / categories: intj-a ; 7w8 (yes i know type 7 is super uncommon for intj) ; love languages: physical touch, quality time

misc.: clumsy ; accidentally misuses slang or phrases bc i can never remember how they go (e.g. "let's bust this popsicle stand" instead of "blow this popsicle stand") ; able to pick up new skills relatively quickly ; studied french, korean, and latin in university ; can easily build plans and routines but appreciates breaking routine ; prone to being a bit directionless in life ; prone to bad luck but tries to find the humor in most situations ; tends to be pretty quick/harsh when deciding to cut people out of my life ; life approach: to live a life of varied experiences, to not take life too seriously

Notes: Thanks for writing so much, I love reading about you guys and seeing what makes you, you. You seem like such a cool person tbh. I also studied Latin, but only for a bit lol. I hope you enjoy your matchups ᨐฅ <3

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:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.:

I match you with: Solomon

:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.:

I match you with the witty sorcerer, Solomon! 

He found getting to know you to be a difficult task at first. Initially you showed little interest in him, despite his tendencies to show up unannounced. 

All. The. Time.

He was overjoyed when you finally gave him the time of day. So imagine how ecstatic he felt when, after many interactions and lots of time, you turned out to reciprocate his feelings? He was beyond ecstatic, but he concealed it behind a pleased smile. 

He appreciates your straightforward, sometimes blunt nature. He can be that way himself at times.

He loves it when you joke around with him and tease him. He may even take the initiative at times when it comes to teasing. 

He isn’t someone who will help you without you explicitly asking him to. He likes to see what you’re capable of, and he’ll only step in if a situation is dangerously out of control. Even then…

Usually, he’s the one who has a conflict of interest with authority, but more often than not he finds himself laughing off your combative nature as he skillfully dispels the tension between you and the person on the receiving end of your ire. He finds this side of you quite endearing. 

Spontaneity is Solomon’s middle name. 

You love the days when Solomon shows up unannounced to whisk you away to whatever destination he has in mind. This has resulted in many different experiences, ranging from trying new foods with exotic flavors to running from giant murderous snakes as they try to eat you. 

If you’re ever feeling stuck with no idea how to proceed in life, you can count on Solomon to assist you. Whether it’s brainstorming ideas or getting out and experiencing different things, he has a way of subtly helping you discover your own path, should you ever need it. He’ll do his best to help you without your knowledge.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

When you woke up this morning the last thing on your mind was sitting on top of an oversized cat as it ran through a seemingly endless meadow, but here you are.

You look at Solomon with surprise on your face as the cat runs through the empty field, the stars in the sky above create a mystical feeling. 

“So, are you going to explain how Satan’s cat got this big? I’m sure he noticed his cat missing. How did you even manage- you know what. I’m not even going to ask and just enjoy this.”

“Hm, good choice. I didn’t plan on giving you the answer anyway.” He fails to mask the amusement in his voice. You hate the way he smiles at you, almost like he’s teasing you. You open your mouth to retort, but only a sound of surprise leaves when the cat suddenly jumps.

You cling to the fur of the cat, and Solomon holds onto you. As his laughter rings through the air, you can’t help the way your heart flips in your chest.

Okay, maybe you can save the questions for later. It’ll save you a headache in the long run.

 

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

I match you with: Claude Von Riegan 

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

You can always rely on Claude to make things interesting. 

Claude is the one who typically gets you in trouble, as he ropes you into participating in another scheme of his. You’ve tested the many tricks he has on others, and it often resulted in the two of you hiding together in a corner of the Officer’s Academy.

Claude is impressed with the amount of languages you know. He likes to hear you speak in them, so he’ll often tease you as his way of asking you to talk to him in those languages. When your response is a flirty sentence in said language, he doesn’t know what you’re saying but he certainly recognizes that look in your eyes.

Trust me when I say he’s all in whenever that happens.

He finds your independent nature to be admirable, and very attractive. Although, don’t be surprised if he winds up scolding you for trying to do something dangerous alone. You may get annoyed with him at times, but he also knows your limits and what you’re capable of. He’d only truly scold you if you were pushing yourself to a breaking point.

He finds it quite adorable when he catches you reprimanding Ignatz for his shy nature after class. However, he effortlessly inserts himself into the conversation to hear both sides. He knows you may mean well, but he also knows when someone isn’t ready to hear something or they have yet to realize the truth for themselves. 

Honestly, your relationship with Claude happened so naturally it’s almost scary how things went from friendly, teasing banter to hand holding and stealing kisses.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

“So I add.. How much?” Claude chuckles as he tries to measure out the precise amount of flour to use. You sigh in exasperation as he purposefully puts too little flour. 

“Claude, if you aren’t going to help then get out. You’re in my way.” Your blunt words fail to deter him. He moves closer to you, and he sweeps up a bit of the flour on his finger. 

“Claude! I told you-” The rest of your words die in a hushed whisper as his hand delicately sweeps the flour over the bridge of your nose.

“Oops! My bad. Let me clean that up.” His hand discreetly swipes up more flour onto his finger, and he runs it along your lips now. 

Your feelings of aggravation morph into delight as he sweeps in, kissing you on the lips. His tongue runs along your lip to remove the flour there.

You can’t help the small smile that lifts your lips as he slowly pulls away. He flashes you an equally joyous smile as he presses a sweet kiss against your nose.

“There’s that smile I love. Now, let me help you properly this time.” You roll your eyes when he measures out the correct amount of flour, no questions asked, and adds it to the mix.

“You’re annoying.” “You love me anyway.”

You’d retort if he wasn’t right. 

His smirk reveals that he knows this. 

Dedicated to,

⌞rav--en ⌝