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satzumosupremacy · 2 days ago
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Ignite The Spark II
Male reader x Kazuha
Tags: Smut 4.5k Words
Part 1
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What truly matters is that your home carries deeper meaning. You wouldn’t settle for anything less when the empty chair across from the dining table belongs to Kazuha, or when you go to sleep and wake up together every day.
A smile crosses your face as you step into the apartment. Your gaze is drawn to the hoya kerrii plant, with its iconic heart-shaped leaves perfectly placed by the window. It wasn’t something you initially wanted in the home, but you didn’t see the point in having a small, silly argument over a plant. She thinks it’s a romantic addition to the space, and, over time, you’ve somehow grown fond of it.
“Zuha,” you say, walking through the short hallway into the bedroom and smelling her shampoo in the air.
“Hey, you’re home!” she smiles.
“What do you think of the dresser? It was the one you wanted.”
“It’s amazing,” she says and comfortably takes off her towel that’s wrapped around her body to set it on the rack. Kazuha smirks mischievously, and you seem to have an idea about she’s thinking. Super obvious enough.
“I sent my friend home after they helped out with this dresser.”
“You didn’t tell them how we broke the old one right?” she says, her voice carrying a teasing smirk as she brushes her fingertips across the dresser.
“No, Babe, why would I?” you softly say.
What really happened to the old one? Well, you bent her over, got a little bit too rough, and one of the legs unexpectedly snapped at the bolts. The truth is, the dresser was old, and the materials had seen better days—it wasn’t going to last much longer anyway. Consider it the perfect excuse to upgrade to a much sturdier one. 
“Maybe the first thing we can do is test the quality of this dresser. How about that?”
“Zuha,” you say, chuckling, because you couldn’t say no, because she’s already naked. What can you really do about it as she leans on the dresser with her hands behind her back, just waiting for you?
“Naughty boy," she says, beckoning you to come closer, and so easily, you do. Kazuha places her hands on your chest while you grab the sides of her hips, gently massaging her as you stare right into her eyes. “Thanks for building it, babe.”
“I swear, if this one somehow breaks, you’re buying the next one and building it yourself,” you chuckle, sarcastically teasing her.
“That’s not fair,” she utters. You love how she looks insanely hot with her hair damped. And just that fresh smell of her out the shower makes you impulsively want to fuck her. You gulp, and she looks directly into your eyes, “what are you waiting for, Babe?”
“You’re making me nervous. Okay?”
“Oh, shut up,” she chuckles, leaning in for a quick kiss on your lips. You lift Kazuha up and set her down on the cold surface of the dresser as she chuckles again. “You know this will be put to good use, right?”
“Mhm, I know. But dressers aren’t made for what we intend to do.”
“So what? Who’s stopping us?” Kazuha mischievously chuckles, and she looks so hot that it’s starting to be a problem. A good one.
“What’s with you today?” You didn’t mean to be rude, but those eyes of hers are so seductive that it’s becoming a problem. Again.
By all means, she’s both a problem and a solution. You're always torn between wanting some fun and taking things seriously, caught in the pull of her charm and the chaos she stirs.
“Were you waiting for this moment too?”
Honestly, and quite literally, you did. You knew Kazuha was on her way home after you dropped off your friend, so instead of admitting it, you decide to tease her for fun. “Maybe. Maybe not.'"
“I hate you,” she murmurs, her lips curling into a mischievous smile.
“I love you,” you say, leaning in to give her a quick peck on the lips.
Kazuha pulls back just as quickly after getting a kiss, “fuck me like you mean it then,” she starts to roll up your shirt.
You chuckle, “oh, is this how it’s going to go?”
“C’mon, fuck me, Babe. What’s stopping you? I need your attention fully on me today.” If she say so, and if she’s pulling onto your shirt to come off, you might as well fuck her right on the dresser. Kazuha throws your shirt across the room as it lands on the lamp near the bed and pulls you in to meet her lips, kissing and breathing heavily. “Baby, do you even realize that you’re hard? I know you never get enough.” Maybe Kazuha got you right there. It’s not your fault when she’s naked in front of you with her legs spread open, skin so pure and soft to the touch.
“Take off my—” you say, and you didn’t have to tell her, she’s already pulling your pants down as it drop to the floor. You had no idea when she unzipped your pants.
“Too slow,” she seductively chuckles. You can feel her hand grabbing your cock. It’s always the best feeling when her soft-small hands are all over your it, like she owns it. Your breath becomes heavy and sees her spitting onto her hand to lubricate your cock.
“Push it in,” she whispers with the tip of your cock inches away from entry.
“We’re moving way too fast,” you utter, which, honestly, you’re just worried for her. Having sex was her was planned, but you didn’t think she would rush it.
“Just put it in, Babe,” she spreads her legs wider, demanding for you to get all up inside her.
“Fine, if you say so,” and you gently drove your cock inside, slow enough to get her to moan, deepest you can go in her slick pussy. And little did you know, the shower head did come in handy as a toy for her while you were gone. You hear her shallow gasps and moans. It’s nothing new, but it’s satisfying to hear her gorgeous voice whenever you’re inside her. It’s brings you joy, especially when her legs tense up as she tries to sit still on the new dresser.
You feel her arms getting tighter on the sides of your stomach, and the way Kazuha’s nails digs into your back as you kept thrusting back and forth into her pussy. There’s no need for words, you know she’s loving it, and you’re loving it, arguably more than her.
“Harder,” Kazuha moans out, trying to catch her breaths. She rests her chin on your left shoulder, and just to seduce you more, she whispers in the most erotic voice ever, “fuck me harder, Babe.”
She’s making you go insane. Your mind isn’t where it was. This woman, actually, your girlfriend knows how to push your buttons after all the naked times together. And you will fuck her as much as you mean to love her.
“Fuck,” you groan, and you’re slowly finding the sweet spot to set the pace. She’ll be taking every inch, and every drop of cum that she didn’t get today.
“Babe,” she grunts, “oh gosh—.”
“Take it,” you growl, so aroused by the way how she’s moaning right in your ear.
The dresser rocks back and forth. There’s nothing in it. It was just built hours ago, and somehow, fucking her is the first thing you do on the dresser. And while she’s moans so beautifully, her arms cling to you desperately, one wrapping around you after the other, as she struggles to get a firm grip. Kazuha can’t even get a word out her mouth. You’re so deep inside, penetrating through her slick walls.
“Zuha,” you groan and gasp, hugging her in your warm embrace, slowing down to catch your breath while hearing hers.
“Keep going, I want it,” Kazuha murmurs softly into your ear, her breath sending a tingling sensation across your skin, like the brush of a gentle breeze. “Love me. Have me. Cum in me, like you always do.”
Her words make you smile, the curve of your lips pressing gently against her neck. She can feel the warmth of your cheekbones against her skin, and though you can’t bring yourself to respond with words, the smile speaks for itself. It’s an answer more honest than anything you could say.
You breathe on her neck, and slowly, again, driving your cock in and out Kazuha for a feeling of ecstasy as she arches back and her head leans against the wall from how deep you’re inside her. She grips right onto your broad shoulders, squeezing them in rhyme with your thrust. Her gaze is filled with love and passion, pulling you deeper into the endless depths of her ocean eyes. It’s as if time has ceased to exist, leaving just the two of you in this perfect moment while the rest of the world fades away. The room feels smaller, and the silence between both of you fill with unspoken emotions. Despite the weight of it all, you feel an irresistible pull, a need to keep going, no matter how difficult it is to not cum.
You’re so into the moment as Kazuha moans her feelings out with no one to judge, and so was the look she gave you—intense, tender, and entirely unforgettable. It was something special, something that's only meant for you, carrying a depth of emotion that words could never capture. Kazuha can feel your cock throbbing, and again, you’re not stopping. It’s not an option.
“Baby,” she whimpers and gripping into your shoulders harder as she lets out a chorus of endless moans. You feel her squirming around, legs tightly wrapped around your back, cumming.
“Kazuha,” you groan, feeling the tightness of her walls not letting you go. And you kiss the underside of her jaws as she catches her breath to offer you some help with her legs on your back. It’s not looking good for you at the very least, you’re bound to cum any second by how deep she’s pulling you in harder with all her might. “Zuha,” you grunted, like it’s a last chance of her top stop and continue for longer.
She’s not stopping as you take a deep breath, knowing that you couldn’t go any further.
And so, you cum as Kazuha leans back up to hug you in her warm-loving embrace. Nothing feels better than being in her arms. That warm, fuzzy feeling of her heartbeat syncing with yours creates a comfort, as if the world melts away while your cock throbs to fill her womb.
“Kazuha,” you say again, softly whispering, yet gasping with a heavy breath. And if only you can see how she’s smiling behind your back. “We could have went longer.”
“I really wanted it,” she chuckles and hugs you in tighter. "I'm sorry."
“By the way,” you say, catching your breath, “the quality of this dresser is amazing. For now.”
“The reviews were right, at least not for what we just did. It did rock back and forth a little bit though.”
“Babe, that’s because there’s nothing inside,” you chuckle, being witty enough that she chuckles from such an obvious reasoning. There’s no response from Kazuha, other than her chuckle as the two of you hold each other while your souls are intertwined. Outside, the birds chirp, and the distant honking of cars drifts up from the street below. It’s in her arms, in the quiet of this embrace, that you begin to notice the little things that had gone unnoticed just minutes ago.
“I have to go blow-dry my hair,” she says softly, releasing you from her embrace. Her arms linger for just a moment before she pulls away.
“Need some assistance?” you say with a playful grin.
“Wait for me, I need to put on my panties,” Kazuha smiles and gently hops off the dresser. You nod and pick up your pants to put it back on. Kazuha opens the closet and grabs the first panties she sees. Neither could you stop yourself from checking her out, even if she catches you and laughs.
“Are you just putting on your panties only?” you question, sitting right front of her as she puts on her panties, one leg at a time, and up to her waist.
“Yeah, figured we can do it on the bed right after? I’m just letting you get a quick rest,” she chuckles and grabs your hand to take you to the bathroom.
“Naughty girl,” you utter, laughing along with her as you flick the bathroom light on. Kazuha grabs her hair dryer, plugs the cord in, and then hands it over to you with a sparkle in her eyes. As you shuffle through her hair with the dryer in your hand, the warmth of the air mixing with the soft rhythm of your movements, you catch her gaze in the mirror. She’s smiling, and something about her eyes lights up makes you ask, “what are you thinking about?”
“Isn’t it funny how we ended up here to dry my hair after our quick little fun?” she shyly chuckles. “Don’t you think we haven’t been doing it much lately too? I mean, we didn’t do it for five days now until today.”
You wave the hairdryer around, carefully distributing the heat, your thoughts momentarily drifting as you search for the right words. “We’ve been very busy, Zuha. Let’s understand that,” you say, the hum of the dryer filling the space between your words.
“I know,” she pouts playfully, her eyes lingering on you as she watches you dry her hair in the mirror, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips. In that moment, there was nothing but the quiet intimacy you both share. “I love it when we spend time together. Just like right now,” she adds, her voice softening, the warmth between you both making the moment feel even more special.
“I love you, Kazuha,” you say, softly, yet clear enough for her to hear besides the noise of the hairdryer in the bathroom.
“I love you too,” she says, smiling and chuckling. You continue to dry her hair, your hand gently shuffling through her scalp, the steady hum of the hairdryer filling the quiet space. Despite your focus, Kazuha doesn’t take her eyes off of you, her gaze soft yet intense, as if she's studying every flicker of your expression. There's a playful tension in the air, a shared sense of comfort and curiosity, as she silently watches you, letting the moment linger.
It’s like she owes you the world, though you know she doesn’t. You took her in during her struggling times, offering her a safe place when she needed it most. What started as friendship slowly blossomed into something more, a love that was found in the quiet moments between the chaos. You both navigated the shift and now, it feels like fate—two souls who once spent a night for some comfort, now bound by something deeper, something undeniable. You struck gold in multiple places when it comes to her.
With mischievous intentions, you couldn’t help but smirk as you’re almost done drying her hair. “I dare you to turn around,” you say, turning off the hairdryer, deciding to let the rest of her hair to air dry. She only has panties on, you just have to do something about her.
Kazuha turns around to face you, just staring right into your eyes and you feel her hands sliding down to your crotch as a tease. “Should we?”
Without answering, you gently lift her onto the vanity, your hands steady as you guide her with care. As she settles, you lean in and give her a soft kiss. Kazuha digs into your pants with chuckle, not letting you have any more rest.
“Round two,” she utters with a heavy breath. "How do you want me?"
“Bent over,” and that’s all you say, firmly, a want, and a need.
Kazuha just laughs. She expected this from you. “Okay, Babe.”
“Think we should start here?”
“Doesn’t matter,” she whispers.
“Bend over.”
Quick and easy, it can be the best when it comes to moments like this. A start of a kiss that’s simple, yet full of meaning. Just the feeling of being together, everything else can wait.
You give her space as she hops down from the vanity to quickly bend over. As you get a glimpse of her gorgeous back, you’re already so impatient to be grabbing her by the hips and hearing her moans echo throughout the bathroom. For all the right reasons, you deserve your time with her, however you want her. And so, you drop your pants down and get closer to pull her panties to the side, grabbing your cock, then lightly slapping it on her ass before you put it in.
“Just put it in already, Sweetie,” she lightly chuckles, impatiently. And after listening to her little cute plea, you insert the tip of your cock slowly in, pushing your length in as she grips onto the marble counter.
Her moans echo, just like you wanted to, so crystal clear in the bathroom as she arches back with her eyes closed. You give her a kiss on the neck. Then clearly, another smile that she can’t hide. You love seeing her smile, it’s such a weakness when you would fuck this woman to sleep on some nights she would want it so bad.
And so, you pull her up gently in front of you, hugging her from behind with your cock still inside, not a single thrust. “We should go to the bed after,” you murmur, getting a whiff of her hair.
“I’d love that,” she whispers, heavily breathing as you push your hips against hers. You close your eyes, slowly thrusting into her again. And with your hands, you explore her chest, groping her tits, giving her nipples some flicks as she chuckles and moan at the same time. Kazuha holds onto your hand, wherever you decide to touch her body, she’ll be holding it as your hands go lower down to her clit.
“Oh my gosh, Babe,” she chuckles, swirming around in your embrace. There’s a deep breath she took, and slowly, neither can she hold herself up with the sensation you give her. "It's sensitive."
“Put your leg up,” you say, almost like a demand as she bends over again when you let her off of you and even your cock slips out when she props her left leg up onto the vanity. Your cock is drenched in cum as you insert it back in. Forget about the mess if there was any, Kazuha is fully getting your attention.
You grab onto the side of her hips, continuing to drive your cock in and out as she moans over and over. The bright lights of the bathroom shines over her body that you still can’t get enough of. Your cum leaks out down to her right leg, slowly trickling down her thighs while you shove your cock in and out, in the most passionate ways that she loves.
Moments go by, not knowing how long it really is. You pull out with your cock drenched in the creamy consistency of your own cum that was inside her. You’re so addicted to her in every way, from her body, to her heart. This nerd, sometime a sore loser at times, yet such a naughty girl is everything you want. A beautiful face, stunning body, and to the way she’s so flexible in bed makes you lose your mind.
“Get on the bed, Zuha,” you gasp, pulling out.
She quickly catches her breath, and before you can fully come back to reality, Kazuha gets down on her knees to suck on your cock without even giving you a heads up. This woman is surely yours, and neither is she going to miss out from getting a taste. She’s smiling so happily, yet so exhausted by how much love you show her, and it’s only right that she gives you the same attention.
It’s quite romantic.
“Kazuha,” you gasp again, grabbing her nape and looking down to see both your gazes meet each other.
She pulls off and licks her lips, taking in the delight that's rightfully hers. You brush her hair to see that gorgeous face of hers. Kazuha gets up and holds your hands to drag you to the bedroom. Quickly, she crawls on the bed, stopping right in the middle with her ass out for an invitation.
“Come here, Babe,” she says, laughing and having a good time with you.
You crawl on the bed from behind her as she awaits for you to insert your cock back in, and slowly, she feels your tip brushing on her clit, enough for her to softly whimper with a smile. Kazuha groans once you insert your cock inside, grunting harder the deeper you push against her ass.
“You feel so fucking good,” you groan, letting out a gasp right after, cock throbbing deep inside of her. Slowly after driving your cock in, you catch your breath, not knowing whether one more thrust could be the end. You wouldn’t want that, but to Kazuha, she won’t even complain.
“Can’t go on, Babe?” she softly says, turning back to get a look at you with a chuckle. “Should I do the honors?”
No, she shouldn’t. You know damn well that she’s going to make you cum when you see the smirk from the corner of her mouth.
“No, Zuha. I got it.”
“Should I lay down on my stomach?”
And with a mischievous smirk, you give her a gentle thrust to make her gasp while still on all fours. “I’ll tell you when you can lay down, Babe,” you softly say.
You continue to thrust as Kazuha clenches her teeth and her head hangs down, bobbing. “Yes, Baby, right there.”
You’re admiring her ass bouncing from the way you start holding onto the side of her hips. There’s no better feeling to hear her moaning and seeing her tightly gripping onto the blanket up front from the sides. You give her ass a slap, then another—a harder one, then one where Kazuha would scream out a louder moan while you continue to shove your cock deep in her pussy. And while you’re have the time of your own life, she arches even more, to the point where it’s driving you crazy, giving you the testimony of your own limits for such a view.
Let her moan all she want, and that’s what you also want. This woman is all yours. You’re going to fill her womb for the second time within a period of the day. The slickness of your own cum coating your cock in her is already motivating to keep going. You just want more of a mess to see her panties stained in cum by the next morning. And Kazuha should know who she belongs to.
“You’re such a good fucking girl,” you groan, almost growling by clenching your own teeth and giving her ass some touch of love after a spanking.
Both of you are so distracted that the bed creaks, and it’s actually unsurprising at this point where neither of you couldn’t honestly care less about it. And as she feels you pushing against her ass, you slowly trace your hands onto her back to grab her hair, looping it around your wrist. Kazuha’s facing forward, moaning and panting as you give her the treatment she’s been fiending for. The handful of the hair you grab stiffens the more you pulled her back. She’s almost looking up to the ceiling with her back arched, smiling, loving the kink.
“Babe, Ugh,” she grunts, mouth wide open to get all the air she can to take your cock.
You release her hair and gently push down onto her back, the cue for her to lay on her stomach as she slowly and smoothly props herself down with your cock still in her.
“Oh, Babe,” she softly moans, brushing her hair back and comfortably lean on her arm that’s on the pillow. “Such a romantic.”
And so, to what she doesn’t expect, you lean down, kissing her on the left shoulders, then to the right, equally giving Kazuha’s body some attention. “I know you love this position.”
“I fucking do,” she says with passion, and a smile on her face that you saw a glimpse of as you lean back up to put both your hands on her ass to spread. Kazuha’s breaths get heavy with every inch of your cock. She looks so comfortable with her eyes closed, taking deep breaths, moaning whenever your cock penetrates deeper into the creamy walls of her pussy.
You’re not giving the roughest pounding that will send her to sleep right after. This woman’s loving every second and minute of your cock. And by the amount of time passed by, you’ve lost track all because of her.
“Kazuha,” you groan, deciding to get closer as you lean down to her ears with the intentions of making her heart flutter, “Baby.”
Again, she smiles without hesitation, enjoy the romance, so comfortably lying down and feeling your cock throbbing more and more between her tight walls. You’re reaching your limit at this point, and you’ve done enough that she’s enjoying the moment being shared.
So, without much thought, and because of your desire to fill her womb every chance you get, you cum, pressing your hips against her ass, mashing your cock so deep that she lets out a quick whimper. Kazuha feels your cock throbbing, pulsating, so much of your warm, sticky cum being dumped in her that makes her so happy. You crash down and press against her body while the two of you catch your breaths. And there’s not a single moment that both your smiles fade away.
Slowly, and even gently, you pull out after giving her a kiss on her cheek and lay right beside her. Kazuha gets up on her knees and with a chuckle, she crawls to your cock. She licks the tip, then down the sides to taste the remaining cum that’s left for her. “Should I wake you up like this tomorrow morning?”
With a smile, you’ll never say no this. “Best way to wake me up.”
“That’s for sure,” she smirks, wiping the cum off her lips with her tongue. “By the way, I have to get on a call for a project in an hour.”
“I’ll be out the bedroom for you to focus when the time comes.”
Kazuha gets up and goes to the bathroom to turn on the faucet. “You don’t have to, Babe. But what should we do tomorrow? It’s the weekend.”
“I don’t know? Maybe laundry and shopping? We do need groceries.”
She turns off the faucet and picks up your pants that was left in the bathroom to give it back to you. “It’s my turn to pay, remember?”
“And I can see the unnecessary stuff that you’ll buy, Zuha.” you say, reaching for your pants from her hands.
“I promise that I won’t buy too much,” then she murmurs quickly, “it would be nice if you buy me a promise ring.”
“A what?” you say, which you didn’t catch the part she murmured.
Kazuha laughs, “never mind.”
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alygator77 · 2 days ago
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♡ pairing. gojo x fem! reader (au you're coworkers)
♡ summary. when a late-night swipe on an anonymous dating app leads to a sultry phone call, you think it’s the perfect way to escape your work stress—especially your infuriatingly smug coworker Gojo Satoru. but when the man on the other end starts sounding eerily familiar, secrets slip out.
♡ contents. 18+ MDNI, smut, phone sex, mutual masturbation, praise kink, dirty talk, satoru is pining over you.
♡ wc. 3k
♡ a/n this was a request! it became longer than i anticipated hehe. but i had fun writing it nonetheless 💕
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Gojo Satoru was used to being in control. Whether it was at work, in social settings, or just walking into a room, he was the guy who turned heads, the one who made people laugh, the one everyone gravitated toward.
Confidence was his currency, and he spent it lavishly. But around you? His brain seemed to malfunction entirely.
It was infuriating, really. He could charm anyone with a single smile, yet you—you—barely spared him a glance. And when you did, it was usually accompanied by a glare sharp enough to cut glass.
But you didn’t hate Gojo Satoru—hate was too strong a word for someone as maddeningly smug as him.
What you felt for him was more akin to the annoyance of stepping in gum on a hot summer day or spilling coffee on your favorite blouse. He was a constant presence in your life, always hovering with his stupidly perfect grin and those ridiculous quips that made your eye twitch.
And yet, to him, you were an enigma. You didn’t fall for his charm, his playful teasing, or his self-proclaimed ‘devastatingly good looks,’ and that made you a puzzle he was desperate to solve.
At first, he chalked it up to frustration. No one had ever resisted him the way you did, and it had to be a fluke. Then, the realization hit him like a freight train: he didn’t just want your attention—he wanted you.
It was a big, messy crush, and he had no idea what to do about it. Gojo Satoru didn’t pine, for god’s sake. So, he acted indifferent.
Unfortunately, his strategy was… suboptimal.
Relentless teasing. Sarcastic remarks. Even the occasional ‘accidental’ brush of his hand against yours. None of it worked. Instead of pulling you closer, it only seemed to cement your belief that he was a certified pain in the ass.
Case in point: last Friday in the break room.
“Still no boyfriend, huh?” he’d asked with a smirk, leaning casually against the door frame as if he hadn’t been plotting that line all day. “Guess guys just don’t appreciate all that… sarcasm. Or is it the constant glaring?”
The flash of irritation in your eyes was immediate and searing. He regretted it the moment the words left his mouth, but instead of apologizing, he doubled down with a cocky grin. That was his defense mechanism—smugness as a shield.
You didn’t even bother to dignify him with a response. You stormed off, brushing his shoulder while your heels clicked against the floor as he stood there, internally kicking himself.
Now, as you lay in bed on a random Tuesday night, those words played on repeat in your head. It wasn’t because they hurt—of course not. But they lingered, burrowing into your thoughts like an itch you couldn’t scratch.
Was that cocky ass, right? No… you could get a boyfriend… if you wanted to.
The thought made you scowl, your finger aimlessly scrolling through your phone as the glow of the screen illuminated your face.
“God, who cares what he thinks…” you groan, tossing your phone aside. But the moment you did, it buzzed, and the glow of an ad caught your attention.
A dating app. Anonymous. Discreet. Perfect for someone who wanted validation… without the strings.
“Why not?” you mutter, tapping the download button.
You didn’t expect much. Maybe a few shallow conversations, something to pass the time and make you feel less… undesirable.
Fuck it.
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Gojo Satoru slouched on his couch, one arm draped lazily over the backrest while his other hand flicked mindlessly through his phone.
The TV was on, some senseless drama he couldn’t care less about playing in the background. It was just noise, really—something to drown out the thoughts he didn’t want to entertain. Thoughts of you.
“You’re sulking,” Suguru’s voice cut through the haze, casual and smug as always. Satoru barely looked up as his best friend wandered in from the kitchen, a beer in hand.
“I don’t sulk,” his thumb swipes with more force than necessary, and the pout tugging at his lips, said otherwise.
Suguru snorted, plopping down beside him and cracking his beer open.
“Sure,” he said, leisurely taking a sip. “So, what’s your deal this time? Another tragic failure to get her attention?”
Satoru’s eyes flick up to glare at his friend, but the effect was less menacing and more petulant. He looks back at his phone, refusing to dignify that with a response. Still, his pout said everything Suguru needed to know.
“It wasn’t a failed attempt…” he grumbles after a moment. “She reacts… just… the wrong way…”
Suguru’s brow arches is amusement as he takes another sip of his beer.
“Lemme guess… she glared at you. Again.”
Satoru was silent, staring at his phone like it might provide him with a more dignified answer, but eventually, the admission slipped out, quiet and begrudging.
“Her glare is cute…”
Suguru doesn’t miss the soft pink dusting Satoru’s cheeks, and his eyes roll so hard it’s a miracle they don’t fall out of his head. He sets his beer down with a sigh, leaning back to rest an arm along the back of the couch.
“You’ve got it bad, man. Just confess already.”
“I can’t,” Satoru’s sigh is so dramatic it could’ve won him an award. He drops his phone onto his chest, staring up at the ceiling like it holds the secrets of the universe. “She totally hates me.”
“She doesn’t hate you,” Suguru counters. “She just thinks you’re an idiot, which—let’s be real—you kinda are.”
“Wow. Thanks,” Satoru said flatly. “Your support is truly heartwarming.”
Suguru shrugs, unbothered as always. He grabs his beer and takes another sip, eyeing Satoru like he’s both a lost cause and an endless source of entertainment.
“Y’know what your problem is?”
“Oh, please. Enlighten me,” Satoru stretches his legs out on the coffee table.
Suguru sets his can back down with a decisive clink.
“You overthink things with this girl. Maybe you need a distraction. You oughta download one of those dating apps everyone’s obsessed with. Blow off some steam.”
“A dating app?” Satoru’s nose scrunches in disgust, like Suguru had suggested he take up competitive bird watching or something.
Suguru, unperturbed, reaches over and snatches the phone off Satoru’s chest with zero hesitation. “Yep,” his fingers fly over the screen. “You’re clearly incapable of doing this on your own, so I’m doing it for you.”
“Wait, what—”
“There.” Suguru shoves the phone back into Satoru’s hands, grinning like a man who’d just solved world hunger. “All set.”
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That was how Satoru found himself lying in bed, staring at the app now loaded onto his phone—the bright interface practically mocking him.
A dating app? Seriously?
He was Gojo fucking Satoru. He didn’t need help in that department—if anything, people practically threw themselves at him.
And yet, here he was, thumb hovering over the ‘Get Started’ button like it was some kind of nuclear launch code.
“This is so dumb…” he mutters to himself, running a hand through his snow-white hair. But the alternative—sitting here alone and thinking about you—was worse. Much worse.
With a resigned sigh, he taps the button. The setup was painless enough, and he will admit that the app’s anonymity piqued his interest. No names, no faces, no preconceived notions—just bios and conversation. A refreshing change from his usual routine.
But once he started swiping, reality set in.
The profiles were… bland. Painfully so. If he had to read one more line about someone who ‘loves hiking and tacos,’ he was going to throw his phone across the room. Plus, the conversations he’d had were dull at best and unbearable at worst. Small talk wasn’t his thing, and most people just couldn’t seem to keep up with his wit.
Satoru was about five minutes away from deleting the app when your profile popped up. It was short, clever, and witty—his kind of humor. Intrigued, he swiped right and shot you a message.
Hours slipped away like water through his fingers. The conversation flowed so easily it was almost surreal. You didn’t tiptoe around him or try to impress him—you met his sarcasm with your own, and every jab you threw only made him want to know more.
The two of you talked about everything—movies, terrible music recommendations, the absurdity of office politics. The way you called out corporate nonsense had him laughing so hard he had to put the phone down to catch his breath. He couldn’t remember the last time someone made him laugh like that.
God—you were funny, sharp, and quick on your feet in a way that reminded him of—
Nah…
It wasn’t you. It couldn’t be. The universe wasn’t that cruel—or that kind.
He groans, tossing his phone onto the bed and rubbing a hand over his face. His mind was betraying him again, spiraling back to you like it always does.
‘You need a distraction. Blow off some steam.’
Maybe Suguru was right. Maybe he needed a distraction. Something—anything—to get you out of his head.
As his phone buzzes with a new message, his gaze drifts back to the screen.
still there, or did I scare you off?
A slow grin spreads across his face. Whatever. Whoever you were, you had his attention. For tonight, that was enough.
Still here. Hey, can I be honest for a sec?
mmm… depends. how honest?
He smirked, typing quickly.
Well, tbh I’ve been having a tough time. Got it bad for this coworker. Total knockout, but I’m pretty sure she thinks I’m an idiot.
He hits send before he can talk himself out of it, watching the little ‘delivered’ icon appear. Your reply comes after a brief pause.
yikes… sounds complicated.
He chuckles, already typing again.
You have no idea... anyway, I figured I could use a distraction. And if I’m gonna distract myself, I’d rather do it with someone who can actually keep my interest.
There was a beat of hesitation, and then he boldly added:
Wanna have phone sex?
This time, the pause stretched longer. Long enough for him to wonder if he’d blown it. But then, his phone buzzes again.
fuck it... why not?
Grinning like a kid on Christmas morning, he hit the call button through the app. The line rang once, twice, before clicking.
“Hi…” your voice greeted him softly.
“Hey princess,” he drawled. “Thought I might’ve scared you off.”
“Oh… no,” you said, a soft laugh escaping you. “But I will admit, you’re straight to the point, aren’t you?”
“Always.” He leans back further, his free hand trailing lazily over his stomach. “Why waste time, right? Life’s too short for tiptoeing around.”
Ironic, considering how he seemed to do nothing but tiptoe around you—his coworker—at work. You—who always had him second-guessing himself in ways no one else ever could.
However, this wasn’t about you. This was a stranger—right? A voice on the other end of the line. That was all.
But as you laugh through the phone, he closes his eyes, letting the sound settle over him. It was nice… and familiar. Too familiar.
No.
He was imagining things. Again. His brain was playing tricks on him, twisting your voice into something it wasn’t. There was no way it was you.
“So,” he said, steering the conversation back on track. “You’ve done this before?”
“Not really,” you admit, voice dipping slightly. “Actually… no. Honestly, I haven’t. This is my first time.”
His grin widens—the cocky edge returning to his tone.
“First time, huh? Well, you’re in luck. I’m an excellent teacher.”
You let out another soft laugh, nervous but sweet, and it sends a jolt of heat straight through him. What the hell is wrong with him tonight? Your voice—soft, familiar—it feels like a melody he’s heard before.
“Is that so?” you ask, breaking his train of thought.
“Hmm? Oh… absolutely,” he said, shaking his head with a smirk. His fingers drummed against his thigh as he forced himself to focus. “Just relax, princess. Let me guide you.”
“…okay,” you whisper.
He exhales slowly, letting the tension drain from his shoulders as he shifts lower on the bed.
“Now… are you laying in your bed for me?”
“mhmm…” you hum softly.
“Mm, good girl,” he murmurs. “Alright, tell me—what are you wearing?”
“Just… an oversized shirt,” the hesitation in your voice makes him grin. “Nothing else.”
“Yeah?” his hand trails down to the waistband of his sweatpants as he closes his eyes. “That’s perfect. Makes it easy to imagine my hands slipping underneath, right up to that pretty pussy of yours...”
Your sharp inhale crackles through the receiver, and the sound sends a thrill straight to his cock.
“Do something for me,” he begins palming his growing bulge. “Run your hands down your thighs… nice and slow. Tease yourself the way I would.”
There was a beat of silence, and he held his breath, waiting. Then, he heard it—a faint shift in your breathing, followed by a soft, shaky exhale. It was subtle, but it was enough to tell him you were doing exactly as he asked.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, his own hand slipping beneath his waistband to wrap around his cock. It twitched eagerly in his palm, already hard and aching as he imagines you following his instructions.
“…you touching yourself, sweetheart?”
“Y-yeah.”
The word trembles on your lips like a secret only he’s allowed to hear, and his grip tightens on his cock as he begins to stroke himself slowly—matching the rhythm he imagines your hand moving in.
“Good girl,” he purrs, the sheets rustling beneath him as his hand glides across his length. “Now slide your fingers inside that tight little cunt… nice and slow.”
Your soft moan spills through the line, and his hips buck involuntarily at the sound—his hand moving faster.
“Fuck… love hearing those pretty little sounds” he groans as his thumb swipes over his tip, slick with pre-cum. “How many fingers are you using?”
“Two,” you gasp as the word breaks into a moan.
“Add another,” he commands, almost a growl.
You hesitate for just a moment, but then your breathy whimper crackles through the line, and he hisses through clenched teeth, his dick twitching eagerly at the sound. But somehow, without meaning to, his imagination betrays him.
He pictures you—his coworker. Fuck, why couldn’t he stop thinking about you?
You—head tipped back; lips parted as your fingers work you open—his cock throbbed eagerly at the mental image.
Fuck… this was supposed to be a distraction, not fuel for his already out-of-control infatuation. He groaned, annoyed at himself but powerless to stop, and his strokes grew faster, more desperate as he surrendered to the fantasy.
“Haa… that’s my girl,” he praises, eyes fluttering shut as his hips buck into his hand desperately. “Stretch yourself for me. Make yourself nice and ready for my cock… nngh… wanna fucking fill you up, princess. Make you take every inch.”
Your soft, choked moan crackles through the phone, and it unravels him further. His strokes grow faster, more erratic—his free hand gripping the sheets as he chases his release.
“Bet you’d look so pretty,” his hand becomes a frantic blur as he loses himself to his fantasy. “All spread out and dripping for me. Taking my cock like a good girl… haaa… gonna fucking stuff you full as you cum all over m’ dick.”
“Fuck… m’ cumming,” you gasp, and as your broken cry crackles through the receiver, it sends him careening over the edge.
“Fuck… yes, good fucking girl… haaa—m’ cumming too.”
He pumps his cock, hips jerking as thick, hot streams of cum spill over his hand and onto the sheets below. His breath hitches in his throat, and before he can stop himself, your name rips from his lips, raw and guttural, a desperate cry he couldn’t contain.
Through the phone, your own gasping breaths mingle with his—the faint sound of your release trembling through the line. Then, for a brief moment, the world was quiet, save for the shared rhythm of your breathing as the two of you come down from the high.
Until, reality set in.
Fuck.
He blinked up at the ceiling, his free hand raking through his hair as his brain scrambled to process what just happened.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
He felt like a goddamn asshole. He’d just moaned someone else’s name—your name—while he was supposed to be with someone else.
What the hell was wrong with him?
But then, you laughed—a soft, breathless sound that broke through his spiraling thoughts.
“That was… fun,” you said warmly, slightly teasing. “But, um… how do you know my name?”
His stomach dropped.
“I… what?” his voice cracked slightly as panic clawed its way up his throat.
“You said my name,” you reply, a curious lilt to your tone now. “I don’t remember telling you my name. And, you know, the app is supposed to be anonymous…”
It hit him all at once.
The voice that had been haunting him, the one that felt so painfully familiar, the one he’d convinced himself couldn’t possibly be yours—it was yours.
“Shit,” he muttered under his breath, his heart pounding in his chest as realization washed over him.
“Wait…” your tone shifts from amused to sharp. “You sound familiar. Like… Gojo?”
His stomach flips, dread pooling in his chest like ice water.
“Uh…” He froze, his mind scrambling for something, anything, that could salvage this disaster. “…hi, princess?” His tone was a weak attempt at his usual cocky charm—it fell flat. “Didn’t expect to find you on this app…”
There was a beat of silence, and then, like the idiot he was, his mouth moved faster than his brain.
“Sooo… still no boyfriend then, huh?”
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amynchan · 1 day ago
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Interests are fun and varied.
Hobbies are interesting and conversation starters.
"You don't understand me" is a conversation stopper that actively prevents others from getting to know and understand you as a person. It promotes self-isolation and keeps the cycle of misery going specifically for yourself.
Active, performative, and broadcasted disinterest due to a fear of how others will perceive you not only fails to achieve the effect you want (being cool and aloof) but has an additional bonus of alienating and shaming those who have that particular interest.
Diminishing others to gain points with an "in" crowd only secures friendships that are conditional at best and abusive at worst, and it alienates those you diminish with whom you could have found or made a good rapport with.
Believing and telling anyone who will listen that the entire world hates you and is against you often ignores what you, as a person, have contributed to a particular problem and avoids looking for a true solution. It is true that there are external factors that can affect you in a truly negative way. Not everything that happens is fair. However, when absolutely everything isn't your fault, or if you only accept blame in order to make yourself seem more tragic or to gather sympathy or support, you are not actively looking for a solution, and you will likely stay in your position for a long while yet.
Having stuffed animals is adorable and idc how old you are or what gender you are.
Trying new clothing styles, hair styles, hobbies, interests, and shows in a genuine effort to figure out what you, personally, enjoy is a timeless act that should never stop with your teenage years.
Hyping up your friends in sometimes cringe ways is always in-style. Looking at you, boys and men. Your goofiness is an inspiration to us all.
Basically, teenagers are in the social trenches trying to figure out who they are, what they like, who they fall in with, and what they believe. They do all of this while doing their damnedest to avoid getting hurt because getting hurt sucks. On that road, they pull some stupid shit, say awful things, make terrible decisions, and hurt themselves and others without recognizing the full impact that their words and actions can have. They are carving a place for themselves in this big, freaky world, and the tools they use to do it are both sharp and dangerous to themselves and those around them, especially the defensive tools they will use. Inevitably, they will hurt others. They will hurt themselves. And they will grow beyond it as stronger, more stable, more confident, more independent human beings. Like most of them want to be. Being a teen sucks, but it isn't forever.
As an adult, you have had time to get used to being in this big, freaky world. You have had the time to figure out emotional maturity and recognize the possible damage you can inflict on others. And if you haven't yet, then other adults will absolutely knock you right back on your ass until you figure it out.
you ever have situations that make you want to take people by the shoulders and go "you are not 15 any longer. this behavior is no longer quirky and cute. it is exhausting for you and everyone else to act like a teenager you haven't been in a decade or longer. knock it the fuck off"
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coffeedragonart · 2 days ago
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🧭
As she looked at the map and back at the forest, Callidora groaned. The path was supposed to branch somewhere around here, but it didn’t.
‘I am NOT lost.’ She muttered, re-tracing the path on the map. The cat didn’t believe her, chirping as it rubbed against her boots.
She looked around. There wasn’t supposed to be a bridge there. The path must have looped back on itself somewhere. The map must be outdated. Maybe some more light would help, there was slightly less overhead foliage near the bridge. While she angled the map this way and that to make the most of the dappled forest light, the birdsong had faded. From the corner of her eye, something moving in the trees was making the light move and bounce.
Callidora didn’t have time for this. She growled into the gloom. ‘If you’re going to lurk, you may as well come down here and help!’
She tried not to flinch as the dragon slid into view, positioning itself on the bridge. It was at least polite enough not to emerge right in her face, or go right for the pounce, but she had felt a little braver before she noticed the cat had hung back several steps, watching butterflies.
‘Are you lost, witchling?’ Its eyes flashed as it leaned closer, claws digging into the old wooden posts. Callidora took half a step back, then pulled herself together.
‘I’m trying to get to Stony Creek’, she said, holding up the map. ‘I was directed to follow the path here, cross here and take the turn by the tree, but I’ve been turned around,’ jabbing at each mark on the map for emphasis.
The dragon squinted at the tiny map, sharp gaze following the witch’s finger.
‘See, you’ve gone a little bit wrong right there. You should have taken the path by the TWISTY tree, not the BENT tree.’ The dragon said, carefully pointing at two places on the map with a clawtip. ‘If you cross this bridge, it does loop back to the main path and you can start over. It’ll take you less time than going back the way to you came, and you should get there before nightfall. But,’ The dragon settled back on its haunches, blocking the path. It showed too many teeth as it grinned down at her.
‘You’ll have to pay the bridge toll.’
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Aiming for a bit of a storybook feel.
Had fun with this one, even in the sketch phase I knew I wanted to paint that splotchy lighting coming through the trees, and it was nice getting into the fiddly bits of the lines. Tried something different starting with the greyscale, initially tried painting normally but I was getting stuck between finding colours I liked and getting the ‘non-standard’ lighting to look how I wanted.
Ended up using a bunch of overlay layers,but only after trying to learn how to use gradient maps in procreate made me want to pull my hair out. This one had an extended ugly phase while I figured it out.
WIP snaps under the cut.
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hasn't slept in a week dead tired Jason knocking on his neighbors door: hey Jazz would you mind watching Robin and Superboy for me so I can sleep? *holds out a scruffed Damian and Jon very much in civis* Thanks, I'll be back in an hour *stumbles back to his place*
Jon and Damian: 😮 Watch who? Who did he say you have to watch
“… we’re not Superboy or Robin,” Jon said nervously.
Jazz just blinked. Then she nodded slowly and said, “Yes. I would guess not, since you two don’t have flying powers, right?”
“Us two?” Damian said, very tense.
Jazz nodded and shrugged. “Yes. Since Robin and Superboy can both fly, right? I’ve never seen them in person, so I have no idea.”
Damian and Jon shared a look and then nodded at her, clearly not wanting to push it. Jazz just smiled idly and said, “Well, I can’t watch over you two here, so how about I take you to Arkham Asylum?”
“…you’re taking us to Arkham? Arkham Asylum?” Damian said, sounding appalled.
Jazz blinked and nodded. “I still have work. Would you two like to come with me to tour? I don’t have any meetings with any of the more… volatile patients for today. I can bring you around and you two can volunteer and help around.”
Jon looked eagerly at Damian, who glanced at his overexcited friend and then at Jazz. She smiled encouragingly and said with a smile, “I have a gun that I can use to protect you two, and I can fight. If it makes you feel better.”
Damian narrowed his eyes at her and then nodded once. He held Jon’s hand determinedly, which made Jazz’s lips twitch before she smoothed her face over in a flash.
Jazz beamed. “Great! Let’s go!”
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Jason blinked. “Damn. They’re absolutely knocked out.”
Both Damian and Jon were completely and utterly worn out from the day they had. Usually, at this time, they’d be bouncing and nagging and screaming for patrol or excitement or games, but whatever sacrifice Jazz must’ve killed in order for peace must’ve been extremely valuable and to a very agreeable god.
“What did you do?” Jason asked, in awe.
She giggled and kissed him on the cheek. “Just brought them around. They were so sweet! Although, I do want to tell you that Damian isn’t getting the amount of sleep that he needs for his age, and don’t look at me like that, I know what your nighttime job is, he still needs sleep. You should encourage him by making him associate bedtime with rewards, and I think that’ll make him less grumpy. He was very cute though! And Jon is an absolute sweetheart, I don’t mind watching them again if you’d like.”
Jason just smiled as he picked the two kids up in his arms. “I’ll give your advice to Dick and B. Thanks. Sorry for just dumping them on your doorstep.”
“You’re tired from the case, I get it. I don’t mind, but next time, I’d like a warning, okay?”
“Sure thing, Princess. Thank you again. I’ll cook dinner for us on Thursday?”
She nodded. Then she paused and said, “Also, you called them Robin and Superboy when you brought them here. Did you know that?”
Jason froze and then cursed to himself. “Damn! I knew I was forgetting something. Sorry, Princess, I forgot to tell them that you knew my identity so—”
“Hmm, yes, I figured, since they seemed really wary of me at first. It’s okay though, we had fun in the end and I think they like me a little now.” She giggled and then said, “I have to get back to my papers, but I’ll see you tonight, dearest!”
With another kiss, she ushered him out the door and waved goodbye before she left.
Jason smiled dreamily after her before bringing the kids to his bike, where he held them carefully as he drove though Gotham streets.
Damian woke up at some point, rubbing his eyes and yawning. At these times, Jason could kind of understand why Dick seemed to think he was the cutest thing in the universe. “Did you have a good rest, sleeping beauty?” He teased.
Damian nodded and said, “Next time Father wants you to babysit, don’t bother. Just bring us to your girlfriend and leave.”
Jason almost swerved. Damian hissed and held onto Jon, who grumbled and nearly knocked Jason off of his bike with his sleepy headbutt. “What! Damn, what the hell did she do for you to like her so much?!”
Damian smirked. “She has guts, smarts, skill, and compassion for the poor and unfortunate. You have chosen well for a sister-in-law and I expect you to marry in less than 3 years, understand?”
Jason looked at him like he was crazy. He appreciated the support, but he was starting to feel like Jazz might’ve replaced his brother with someone else. “… what did you three do all day?”
Damian smiled with all of his teeth. “She brought us to Arkham Asylum to shadow her work and then she defended us when one of the inmates broke out. She can perform a magnificent takedown with no hands.“
Jon also spoke up, blinking sleepy eyes, “She also let us meet Killer Croc! And we also met Poison Ivy! It was cool!”
“You should also tell her the truth at some point. We told her that you have horrific, delusional dreams because you can’t sleep and that’s why you lied about our identities.”
Jason just stared.
Yeah, that last part was definitely the usual Damian.
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AYAYUI IDOL AU: Chapter 1
// I present to you… MY FIRST EVER FANFIC! It’s inspired by these headcanons and these posts. As mentioned before, in this story, the Sakamakis are simply regular idols with a vampire-themed concept; they’re not actually vampires or related. Since I noticed how much you all enjoy this kind of content and have been so supportive, I thought you might like a fanfic based on it. ☺️
I’m by no means a professional writer, and my style leans more towards the visual novel/otome game format. Even so, I hope you’ll like it! 💕
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Voice announcement: Ladies and gentlemen, we have now arrived at our destination.
Before you disembark, please take a moment to ensure you have all your personal belongings with you. For your safety, mind the gap between the train and the platform edge as you exit.
We sincerely thank you for choosing our services and travelling with us. It has been our pleasure to serve you, and we hope to welcome you aboard again soon. Take care!
Yui: ( Eh? Is this…—! )
— eyes widen —
I’m here… I’m finally here!
Yui’s Monologue
I can’t believe my dream is actually coming true! All this time, this seemed like a childish wish but right now I truly am in Tokyo…!
Uuh… I’m getting a bit emotional, but can you blame me? It simply feels… surreal.
I never thought my father would agree to let me join a work exchange program in such a massive and dynamic city.
To be honest, I was half expecting him to say no, but it seems he believes in me more than I thought.
Knowing that he trusts me this much… it really makes me want to work even harder to prove he made the right choice.
Yes, that’s so. I will try my best to make father proud!
— takes big breath —
Yui: Nice to meet you, Tokyo. Let’s make this journey one to remember.
Place: Studio
Photographer: And~… pose! Ah yes, exactly like that! Keep on, keep on!
Ayato: ( Man, this shit is so tiring at this point. )
— smiles falsely —
Photographer: W-Wonderful…! Another one, thank you!
— keeps taking pictures —
Ayato: ( Can this woman stop blinding me with that flashlight already? It’s past 11 pm… )
Photographer: Now, a profile sho——
Manager: Hold on.
Pardon my intrusion, but I believe we already have enough pictures for today. Don't you think so?
Photographer: Eh? But we just got star— Oh my, it’s almost 12 am!?
G-Geez, my apologies. I guess the saying “time flies when you’re having fun” must really apply here.
— winks at Ayato —
Ayato: ( Gross! )
Manager: If more promotional pictures are required, we can extend the photoshoot to tomorrow. Watanabe-san, would it be possible for you to arrive earlier if that is the case?
Photographer: With such eye candy around, who could resist spending more time with him~?
Fufu, just kidding. I'll contact the director and get back to you with an answer as soon as possible.
Until then, have a good night! Bye-bye~!
— leaves —
Ayato: Haa… thanks goodness! One more photo, and I might’ve completely lost it.
Manager: I understand completely. Given your schedule, it’s clear you’re quite overworked. Nevertheless, it’s impressive how you still manage to perform so well.
Ayato: Heh… thanks.
— rubs eyes —
Manager: You look a bit tired, Ayato-san. Rest assured, the limousine should be arriving soon.
Ayato: Right, the limo is on its——
( Fuck! I can’t believe I almost forgot about it! )
Wait! Now that I think about it, I’ve got something else to take care of.
So… don’t mind me! Go ahead and take the limo; I’ll call for another one later.
Manager: Haa… Ayato-san.
You're not planning to do something that could get you into trouble, are you?
Ayato: O-Of course not! It’s just… no, it’s nothing important. Just a silly little thing I remembered I had to solve.
— tries to leave —
Manager: Ayato-san!
Ayato: Huh?
Manager: Do NOT let anyone see you, understood?
— Ayato nods and leaves —
???: You’re late.
Ayato: …!
Man, you almost gave me a heart attack!
Laito: My bad~. You came prepared at least, didn’t you?
Ayato: Yeah, yeah.
— puts cap and mask on —
Laito: Nfu, let’s go, shall we?
Place: Street
Yui: Uuh… come on! Why is no taxi in sight?
( It’s been two hours and I still couldn’t find my way to the Airbnb. )
( I knew Tokyo was huge, but I wasn’t expecting the transportation system to be this complicated… )
— looks at sky —
( It’s already late, huh? )
( I wonder if it’s safe for a girl to roam on these streets at this hour. Well, at least I hope it is, otherwise… )
Place: Private Night Club
Laito: Two Cosmopolitans. One for me, and one for that very fine lady over there, nfu.
Ayato: Another glass of Tequila.
Laito: Heh, another one? Is this the fifth by chance?
Ayato: I had a busy week, okay?
Laito: Ah, of course you did. After all, our Ayato-kun is the IT boy of this generation. Always swamped with brand deals, while the rest of us barely get a crumb~.
Ayato: …Not funny.
Laito: C’mon, don’t take it too seriously.
— pats his back —
I doubt any of us could care less about brand deals anyway. The idol job already pays well enough, and with barely any time for ourselves, why would we want to give up even more of our freedom?
Ayato: ( It’s not like it’s my choice though. )
Well, I can’t deny that the love I get is cool and all, but sometimes… hmm, how do I put it? It feels like people only like me because I’m an idol, y’know?
Laito: That’s to be expected, isn’t it? Fans often form a one-sided connection with idols simply because we’re constantly visible and accessible through the media, without really knowing who we are or what we’re capable of.
On top of that, you’re the visual, the face everyone admires. Who wouldn’t be drawn to someone who's not only stunning but also famous? It’s like the perfect package for embodying every girl’s fantasy.
Ayato’s monologue
Laito… he always knows what to say.
Seriously, this guy is so aware of everything around him to the point that it’s becoming unsettling.
And the worst part? He’s not just talking—he’s right, which is why it almost hurts to hear it.
At the end of the day, we idols are just puppets, carefully crafted to feed into the fans’ delusions. They don’t see us for who we truly are, but rather as a fantasy they can cling to.
And we, caught in the spotlight, are forced to live out that role.
Before becoming an idol, I was surrounded by people who kept me around because of my looks. At first, the amount of attention felt good, but as I mature, I realize just how hollow that really is.
I can’t help but wonder… if it weren’t for my appearance or status, would anyone actually treat me nicely? Would anyone be willing to accept me, flaws and all?
Heh… now I just sound stupid. As long as I’m an idol, I doubt I’ll get my answer anytime soon.
Waitress: Here we go, gentlemen. The Cosmopolitan and the Tequila.
Laito: Hello, earth to Ayato-kun, are you still in there?
— waves in front of his eyes —
Ayato: Yeah, yeah. I was just spacing out a bit.
Laito: Nfu, cheers.
Ayato: Cheers.
— they start drinking —
Ayato: Ngh…!
( My chest… it started aching! )
Laito: Hm, you good?
Ayato: Y-Yeah… I just— Ngh!
( It’s getting worse! )
I need some fresh air, that’s all.
— quickly puts on mask and cap —
I’ll be right back.
— quickly goes outside —
( Haa… Haa… what is happening…!? )
Agh… fuck!
( It hurts…! Could this be…—— )
— eyes widen —
( No… No, don’t tell me this is a real heart attack! )
Hnn… Ngh!
( What… what should I do now!? )
???: Quick! Please, drink this!!
— hands him water —
Ayato: Huh…?
— takes it and starts drinking —
???: A-Are you feeling better? I got another bottle in case you need it too.
Ayato: Haa… Haa… It’s okay now, all good.
???: Are you sure…? You really seemed in a lot of pain.
Ayato: Yeah… no worries.
( This girl… she just saved my life, didn’t she? )
By the way, uhm… thanks for that.
???: A-Ah, it’s nothing, really.
As far as I recall from my father, drinking water after alcohol can help reduce chest pain and lessen the severity of a hangover. I’m glad to see that it actually works.
Ayato: Heck yeah, I’m glad to see that it worked too, otherwise who knows how I would have ended up.
— the girl giggles —
???: You should be more careful though. Drinking too much alcohol can be very dangerous.
Ayato: ( Okay, mom. )
Yeah, yeah, I got it. I’m not usually like that.
Moreover… why exactly did you help me?
???: Eh? What do you mean?
Ayato: ( Could it be that she actually recognized me? )
( My face is practically hidden behind the mask and cap, and we’re in the dark, so there’s no way she could have, right? But if she did… )
???: Uuh… I suppose it was out of pure instinct.
Ayato: Instinct, huh?
???: Yup. You see, I heard you struggling, so there was no way I could brush that off.
Ayato: Hmm… But wait a minute, what were you doing all alone at this hour?
( What if she’s a stalker then? )
???: Ah… uhm… T-That’s a bit embarrassing to say out loud.
Ayato: Oh, come on, you straight up saw me about to drop dead from drinking Tequila. There’s no way this could be more embarrassing than that.
???: Actually… today’s my first day in Tokyo, and I’ve been struggling for almost 3 hours just trying to get to my Airbnb.
I tried taking the subway, but there were way too many lines, and I got lost at some point.
As for taxis, every time I tried to flag one down, the driver just ignored me.
Ayato: ( Nevermind, I’m taking it back. This might truly be more embarrassing. )
Pfft, why didn’t you call for a cab then?
???: I couldn’t find any reliable number…
Ayato: Hmm… Alright then.
I just arranged one for you. You’ll just have to tell them your location and wait for them to get you there. There’s also no need for you to pay.
— lends her money —
???: E-Eh!? Thank you… thank you so much! But I’m sorry, I just can’t accept the money!
Ayato: Nah, it’s fine, seriously. After all, you’re the one who helped me first.
Just promise me you won’t tell anyone about what happened today. Understood?
— the girl nods —
Ayato: Heh, great. Well, I guess it was nice to meet you. Now it’s time for me to return.
???: W-Wait! I forgot to catch your name!
Ayato: …!
( So she really doesn’t know me? )
It’s——
( No… it’s too risky. )
Oh look, the cab arrived! You should hurry up!
???: But—
( He left…? )
Yui’s monologue
As the taxi started moving, I found myself looking back, almost subconsciously, hoping to catch one last glimpse of that boy.
Today had been exhausting, but despite the strange circumstances in which we met, those brief minutes spent with him were oddly comforting.
I wonder who he is and what his life is like. It feels a bit silly, I know, to be thinking so much about someone whose name I don’t even know.
But there was something in his presence that made me feel in a way I haven’t felt in a long time.
Whatever it was, it stuck with me, lingering in my thoughts even after we parted ways.
My journey has only just begun, and yet I can’t shake the feeling that meeting him was no coincidence.
I really hope I get the chance to cross paths with him again.
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pkrbs · 6 hours ago
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This is why radical feminism is hated / seen in bad eyes after all. Radfem motivation is to make you uncomfortable, to challenge you to think outside of patriarchal set of views that has been imposed into us. Choice feminism has made everyone believe that feminism is a girls club where we have tea parties and have fun while saying yes to everything we want without a second thought. (Am I explaining myself correctly? English is not my first language...) Feminism is about female liberation. I'm sorry that we aren't fun for you and I'm sooo sorry that we not approve the idea of women going through abuse and getting raped just because you believed the lies that society told us of how empowering it is to getting exploited for men's pleasure. (Remember, if it actually benefit women, men would have done everything to prohibit it!)
If that's your definition of radical feminism you should start considering why you think that and how dangerous it is to have that point of view as a woman. (Talking to OP)
i think we should bring back "annoying" tumblr feminism i think we course corrected too hard and now even the most basic kind of surface-level observations about how a piece of art Treats Women is responded to like you tried to kill someone's dog
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vladtoly · 6 hours ago
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Thanos the Match Maker
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Nam-gyu x Female!Reader
Requested: Yes
Proofread: No
A/N: Hope this is what you had in mind! I had to re-watch some of his scenes to get a feel for him again, so I hope I did it justice. Thanks for requesting!
You stared at the boxed meal in front of you, eyeing it warily before going back to your bunk. Surely, they wouldn’t poison all of you right? It seemed that their whole play was being ‘fair’ in the games, so poisoning had to be off the table. Even with that thought though, you inspected each piece of food before taking a bite.
While slowly eating, you let your eyes wander the dorms. Everyone was obviously rattled, most not even touching their food. A large group of them stood in front of Player 456 to interrogate him about the last games. Just for his own sake, you wished he had stayed quiet. You understood he was attempting to save everyone, but he was preaching to the wrong audience. None of these people wanted to leave without money, and it was very clear that no sum of it would be enough.
You looked back down at your food. Sighing, you stopped inspecting and just ate. If you died, you died, at least you wouldn’t be hungry.
Footsteps began to approach your bunk, catching your attention. You looked up just in time to see Thanos and his sidekicks in tow, Player 124 opting for leaning on your bunk railing. Your eyes met for a split second, you looking away when he gave a slight smirk.
“How can I help you boys?” You said, attention going back to your meal.
Thanos leaned forward, his elbows on the mattress as he rested his head in his hands to get a better look at you. “Couldn’t help but notice you alone. It’s not very safe in here, you may need a guy to protect you in the next game.”
Letting out a snort, you continued to pick at your food. “Not in the market for a bodyguard, thanks. I don’t need your help.”
“Who said I was talking about me, Senorita?”
Now that caught your attention. This guy didn’t like to be out of the spotlight, so this should be good.
You looked up, meeting his gaze. “And who exactly are you talking about?”
He slid back so he was fully standing, smacking a firm hand on Player 124’s shoulder. He seemed to know just as little about this interaction as you did, if his shell-shocked expression were to mean anything. “My boy here! Nam-gyu can protect you no problem.”
Nam-gyu quickly collected himself, going back to his usual expression as he leaned back onto the bunk railing. He leaned in close, his breath almost touching your face as he spoke. “We don’t know what the next game’s going to be. But what I can tell you now is that I’d make sure you’re safe, baby.”
You raised a slight brow at the pet name but felt your cheeks warm at it at the same time. However, you couldn’t let this guy win that easily. It’s not like he’s been a delight up until this point.
You met his gaze and cocked your head to the side. “Oh really? And how do you plan to keep me safe if we don’t know the game, hm?”
“Well,” he opted to sit on the edge of the bunk, resting his hand on the mattress. His face had moved closer. “I may not know what the game is, but if you stay close, I’ll personally make sure nothing happens to you. We may even have a little fun, who knows?”
Your gaze studied the rest of his face, pores and all. Then it moved to the rest of him, eyeing up if he really could protect you. You realized he was hitting on you, the goal was to get closer to you, which you admit was working.  But you wouldn’t mind some extra help next game if it was needed.
When you were content, you made eye contact again. “Fine. Meet me at my bunk tomorrow morning, before the next round.”
He chuckled, moving his hand off the mattress and onto your thigh. “Or you could come eat with us now, get to know each other better.”
You couldn’t deny how your stomach flipped at the touch. Yet you cleared your throat and slowly moved his hand. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, baby. Maybe I’ll come by in a bit.”
He seemed content with that as his face split into a grin and he finally stood up. When he turned though, he realized Thanos and the other player had already wandered off, probably during your conversation. He scoffed but made a point to nod to you before going in search of them.
You laughed lightly, before looking at your lap, where your half-eaten food still sat open.
Fuck it. Might as well have fun if you might die anyways.
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Squid Game headcannon/blurb requests are OPEN!
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alllgator-blood · 2 days ago
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Disappeared for a bit but I'm still here, I just got overwhelmed and learned I should probably take this blog less seriously
I'm using the new year as an excuse to come back on here and try to not ditch my account for another 6 months-- I'm NOT good at posting stuff online to a crowd of more than like 5-20 followers, I originally wrote a huge long-winded draft describing all of my thoughts in great detail. It was too long. I guess all I want people to know is I'm somebody who's spent years making art that I knew nobody will ever see, so it's incredible and overwhelming to have thousands of eyes on my art all of a sudden? It's both the coolest thing and the scariest thing ever to me simultaneously, I'm by no means a Popular Artist but I went from virtually no interaction for years to suddenly tens of thousands of cumulative notes on my posts so it's huge for me. And I haven't adjusted super well to it, entirely due to my own shitty brain chemistry.
I don't want anyone to feel like I'm ignoring their messages or like I don't appreciate the fact they go out of their way to give me their thoughts/send me ideas, genuinely this is the most support I've *ever* had for my art and it's so so fucking cool. It's led me to create so much more than I thought possible! I used to run ask blogs for a couple very niche video game fandoms, and I prided myself on being able to draw full comics for EVERY ask I got, answer EVERY message and went into this blog assuming I could still do that. Um....safe to say I cannot....I have like 200+ asks and I think I drafted a dozen or more that I answered but felt my art was too low effort. I felt so bad I couldn't put maximum effort into everything, and I've been beating myself up over it to a point where *no* asks are getting answered, and this blog went from a really fun thing I actually woke up early just to check on, to something I wanted to avoid like the plague for the past week out of guilt. DUE TO NOBODY'S FAULT BUT MY OWN, everyone has been so chill when I've had to take breaks so idk why I feel the need to hold myself hostage.
So I'm gonna try and take it easier, give myself a break when my personal life goes horribly, close my ask box periodically if I feel overwhelmed, maybe hop on here like once or twice a day rather than compulsively refreshing every 5 minutes...I hope that makes things better. I realize I should probably just *do* that without announcing it, but I have no self discipline and unless I announce I'm gonna do something, it's not gonna fuckin happen lmao.
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Anyway if you read this far, here's the first panel of a sequel comic I made to the christmas one I posted last time I was on here, this one is *very* representative of my mindset the last week and will hopefully not reflect how I feel now that I survived december. I know for a fact there's mentions I haven't gotten to check yet so I'm gonna do that after laying down for a bit, here's to a chill 2025 where my social anxiety doesn't eat me alive
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kurishiri · 1 day ago
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Epilogue ┊ Wrapped in a Wicked Romance —Darius Vogel—
꒰ ִ ֺ ⊹ @ notice ⊹ ֺ ִ ꒱ this translation may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties due to narrative flow or characterization purposes. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but please don’t repost these or claim these as your own!
— cw: this one’s for all you yandere girlies out there 👀
—— Sewer ——
The sunlight from above penetrated through the waterway’s narrow gap, with nothing but Darius’ silhouette clearly reflected.
Darius: Stay as my lover until the day ends.
At the end of this day I spent with Darius ‘as a lover,’ I was trapped in his arms.
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Darius: I was thinking of having you show me around the city before calling it a day, but nope, I’ll have you stay with me ‘as a lover’ until the next day comes around.
D: As punishment for getting my clothes dirtied.
Then, the sun hidden by something, the vicinity suddenly became dark.
In turn, a shadow fell upon Darius’ face before me, and the last thing reflected in my eyes were his which sweetly wavered, approaching me——
(Ah... is he going to kiss me...?)
I thought of avoiding it, and as though being deceived by an evil spell, I closed my eyes on a reflex.
Darius: A fool you are.
Kate: Huh? Ah——
His voice brushing against me in passing, I slowly opened my eyes...
Darius: You believe others waaay too easily. In fact, so much so, no other human I’ve seen could hold a torch to you.
His face, which had been right before my eyes, withdrew then and there, and Darius went back the way he came.
Darius: Why oh why are you in Crown indeed...
That said, I couldn’t pick up the words he murmured very well.
And so that I wouldn’t be left behind, I chased after his back.
—— Bridge (evening) ——
Returning to the heart of the city, the shadow of the evening moon emerged in the reddish-brown sky.
The evening sunlight reflected the surface of the River Thames, causing it to sparkle.
Kate: Such a pretty view...
Darius: And that very water flowing here is the same dirty water from before.
Kate: Sure, but that doesn’t change the fact the scenery here is quite pretty.
Darius: Well, I guess so. If you look from afar, there really isn’t much difference between what’s pretty and what’s dirty.
I leaned against the bridge, and Darius followed after.
And then, I suddenly looked down at that hand.
At some point, he had put on the gloves, still dirtied.
(Just by touching others, he can see a person’s biggest misfortune.)
(Being able to see others’ most unfortunate future... that’s...)
All of a sudden, I couldn’t help but think about how he lived with that all this time.
(Darius’ heart...)
As I looked on at him, Darius’ hands came toward me, pinching my cheeks.
Kate: Uh?
Darius: You looked like you wanted to be touched. ...Ah, and don’t worry, I’m using the clean part of my gloves.
Kate: That’s... uu...
I couldn’t form more words, as a faint warmth grazed my lips.
I couldn’t stop my face from burning up at the sensation of his fingers touching the soft part.
Darius: You’re so red... humans really are foolish, aren’t they.
D: Or wait. I think it’s just you are the one who’s foolish in this case.
D: You’re simple, driven by emotions, make merry at the drop of a hat, and love things that feel good...
I knew that I was being made fun of.
Kate: I’m aware of that myself...
K: But touching me just to find those ‘foolish’ traits of mine wasn’t exactly in the best of taste from you, either, Darius.
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Darius: Really? And here I was thinking since we were ‘lovers’ that I’d do something a lover would do and whatnot.
D: That’s all there is to it on my end.
The evening in the foreground, a beautiful smile formed on Darius’ face.
(Not that I know Darius that well,)
(but I think, probably, he is lacking something as a person.)
That said, I couldn’t say for sure whether that was a byproduct of him being Cursed or not.
Kate: If you constantly do things to test others, nobody will stay by your side, you know.
Darius: That’s fine by me.
Kate: And what if said person comes to like you?
Darius: I don’t really mind. It’s not like I ever wanted to be loved before anyhow,
D: seeing as I don’t believe in love and whatnot.
Those words that came out so naturally didn’t hold a drop of warmth.
Kate: I don’t think there exists anyone who doesn’t want to be loved.
K: Humans can’t live out their lives alone.
Darius: If you’re going that far, then you go and prove it. That is, if that thing called ‘love’ and whatever is really in this world.
(‘Prove it’...)
I thought about how to prove it, but nothing came to mind at the moment.
Darius: Oops, cat’s got your tongue? You can take your time to think, as I’ll give you until the time we return back.
Kate: Alright then. But, um, would you mind if I asked one thing?
Darius: Yes?
Kate: If I am able to prove it, what would you do then?
Darius: Were you hoping for some reward for proving it?
Kate: No, it’s not that. It’s just a simple curiosity of mine,
K: what you would do were you to know of ‘love.’
Darius: Were I to know of love... and if I——want to be loved, huh. I sure wonder.
D: I’ve never thought of myself that way before. Hehe, now that’s an interesting thought experiment for sure.
Darius lowered his plume-like eyelashes before once again opening his eyes and said...
Darius: First, I’d have you take responsibility for it.
D: You see, the responsibility of making me think ‘I want to be loved’ is a far cry from a light one.
D: Having you by my side forever is a given, of course, and I’d make it so you wouldn’t dream of being able to live, body and heart, without me. And finally——
We were so close I could feel his breath, and the beautiful smile he wore came closer.
Darius: I would want to make you into a Cursed one.
(Wha——)
That sweet, bewitching voice that snuck its way into my ear, at that moment, went through my body like a poison.
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Darius: ——Well, that’s all if such a day ever came.
(I’m sure...)
This poison was lethal.
It was one that encroached upon the depths of my heart, and listening to that sweet voice that seemed to paint over me, such was my premonition.
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meelusinee · 2 days ago
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TO A NEW YEAR | M.R X READER
word count \ 2.3k | fluff and stuff | slash / mattheo riddle x reader
in which you and mattheo spend new years morning together author's note at the end!
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TO A NEW YEAR | MATTHEO RIDDLE X READER
Lorenzo was setting up the drinks, Theo was decorating the different areas of the dormitory, different strings and bits of tinsel hanging around the place. Draco and Blaise had bought vodka, Firewhiskey and Butterbeer for the night, with Blaise bringing fruits and juices to make cocktails. 
And Mattheo was sitting in the Slytherin Common Room. Waiting.
He had asked you to spend time with him at the party, if you could. He knew that you were busy with whatever it was you planned on doing, though he wasn’t sure exactly what yet. You had research you wanted to get to, more for fun rather than for schoolwork. He also knew that it was raining though, which meant you’d probably get distracted. Mattheo wouldn’t have minded going with you into the rain, wearing a yellow poncho and dancing in the middle of the courtyard until the fireworks went off in the night sky.
Unfortunately, he owed Theo a favor. 
So, here he was, sulking in the Slytherin Common Room. At least he was hidden behind the couch, he thought, able to play off his sulking as nothing more than a bad dream after a nap. 
“Mattheo?” Theo called out, tinsel in his hand. “Are you even awake right now?”
Mattheo sighed softly as he sat up, rubbing his eyes. He did have a rather bad dream last night, and his head was pounding from his lack of sleep.
“Kind of,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Why?”
“You wanna help Enzo test drinks?” he asked, leaning against the side of the couch. “He said he needs a guinea pig to experiment on.”
Mattheo sighed, looking at the bar. It was better to drink than whatever he was dealing with right now, at least from a forgetting standpoint. So, he nodded, walking over to the bar silently and sittimg down at the end.
“Matt!” Enzo smiled proudly, two shots already in hand. “Vodka mixed with a Butterbeer and a Firewhiskey to start.”
Mattheo took the vodka Firewhiskey shot and chugged it, chugging the second right after. “Thanks, Enz.”
“Rough night?” he asked, voice more quiet as he made the second one.
“Yeah,” he muttered, nodding.”Rough.”
“Here, this one’s sweeter.” he said, handing Mattheo a larger glass of vodka and Butterbeer mixed with some fruit juice. Mattheo chugged it easily, used to the burn of vodka down his throat. 
“Thanks,” he whispered softly.
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You arrived at the Slytherin Common Room before the party truly got into swing, not wanting to deal with crowds of groups preventing you from walking around. Your studies on magical beasts had been tiring but rewarding, and now you were ready for a break from it.
Panay had also dragged you away from your books before you could continue, but that’s besides the point.
So, you walked up to where the bar area was, a small smile on your face as you saw Lorenzo. “Hi there Lorenzo!” you chirped, Pansy right behind you as you spoke. “Do you have anything strawberry flavored?”
“Oh yeah, plenty!” he said, looking down at his menu. “Strawberry daiquiri, a strawberry cocktails and margaritas, strawberry rum,”
“You have alcohol?” you asked incredulously, looking at him with a stern expression. “Lorenzo, there’s kids in this house!”
“They’re not allowed in the party,” he reminded her.
“And what if they were smart and figured out how to sneak in?” you asked, eyebrows furrowed. “This is not a place that should be so easily accessible to them. You couldn’t at least do the Room of Requirements or something?” 
“Girl,” Pansy said, chuckling behind you. “It’s just a party! Let loose!”
You looked at her even more incredulously before sighing softly, looking down at the juice bottles he had. Your mouth felt dry like sandpaper, already feeling silenced. “Just a strawberry lemonade.”
Lorenzo’s eyebrows furrowed them, looking at you just as intensely as you looked at him. “No alcohol?”
“No thanks,” you mumbled quietly.
“Y/N, it’s a new year party!” Pansy said behind you, shaking your arm slightly. “C’mon, just one drink?”
“I said no.” you said more sternly, watching as Lorenzo made the drink to make sure he didn’t sneak anything in there. “Where’s Mattheo?”
“Theo dragged him to the bathroom just now, don’t know why.” Lorenzo shrugged simply, making Pansy a drink of her own along with one for himself. “He was testing my drinks.” 
“Kay,” you nodded, looking around before waving them goodbye. “See you guys.”
“You’re not gonna stay?” Pansy asked, a small pout on your face. But by the time you heard the question, you had already left to find Mattheo.
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“Mattheo?” you called, turning around the corner to see if he was in the bathrooms like Lorenzo said.
Instead, you were greeted by Theo.
“Hey Y/N!” he said, smiling at you as he leaned against the wall. “What are you doing over here?”
“Lorenzo said Mattheo was here.” you mumbled.
Theo nodded, pointing to the door behind him. “Bathroom. Give him a moment though, he needs to freshen up. Whatever Lorenzo gave him really did a number.”
“Is he sick?” you asked, worry seeping through your voice.
“He’s a little under the weather.” Theo said, before shrugging simply. “But he’ll be fine. It’s nothing too big, so don’t worry.”
“I’m going to worry if my boyfriend is sick.” you deadpanned, frowning at him.
Theo chuckled softly. “I know you are. But you don’t need to.”
“I want to.” you said, walking past him and knocking on the door. As much as you wanted to go in, you wouldn’t invade his privacy.
“You know I’m not trying to be mean, right?” Theo asked, his voice calmer as he switched how he leaned against the wall. “I just don’t want you to worry. Lord knows Mattheo would kill me if I worried you more.”
You looked at him before sighing. “I know.”
“Did something happen out there?” Theo asked.
You debated telling Theo. He seemed like a good guy, all things aside. But he probably sided with them on the alcohol issue. Maybe even Mattheo would as well. “Not really. Just tired.”
Theo was about to say something more when Mattheo opened the door, his signature smirk present on his face. “Y/N!”
“Hi, Matty.” you smiled quietly, hugging him gently.
“Oh, this is the best Christmas present.” he smiled brightly, peppering your face with kisses. “I can’t believe I was blessed with this.”
You chuckled softly, giggling as his lips found anywhere on your face they could land on.
“Okay Mattheo,” Theo said, patting him on the back. You could tell there was something calculating in his gaze, though you weren’t sure what. “By the way, I left your gift upstairs.”
“You did?” he said, smiling even brighter as he kissed you a final time. “I’ll go get it.”
Theo smiled before turning to you as soon as Mattheo left, his face dropping to a more serious expression. “He had a nightmare last night. I don’t think that him being at the party would be a very good idea.”
“I could convince him to stay in his dorm?” you mumbled quietly.
“I’d really appreciate that.” he said, smiling at you. “If you don’t mind, of course.”
You shrugged. “I didn’t really want to be at this party anyways.” 
Theo chuckled a bit louder at that, patting you on the head before walking off to finish decorating. You smiled softly before walking off to Mattheo, glad that at least one of his friends seemed to care.
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“Mattheo?” you called out gently, knocking on his dormitory door.
Mattheo opened the door then, smiling softly. He had recently been upgraded to get his own private room, mainly due to his money. “Hey, love.”
“Hi,” you smiled softly. “Can I come in?”
“Of course you can,” he smiled softly, opening the door and letting you in.
You waddled closer to his bed, laying down on it and cuddling up in his bed. It was always extremely comfortable, way more than yours ever was. You had doubts on whether it was charmed to be more comfortable than it really was.
“Don’t get too comfortable,” he chuckled quietly. “You have to get up for the party, remember?”
You looked at him with a small pout, not wanting to go back to the party one single bit. “I really don’t want to go to the party.”
“No?” Mattheo asked, looking at you.
“I don’t like Enzo and Pansy right now,” you mumbled quietly, mostly to yourself.
“Why not?” he asked, furrowing his eyebrows as he moved to sit down next to you. “Did something happen between you three?”
“Earlier,” you muttered quietly. “About the drinks, at the party. I said that it wasn’t safe for them to be there, especially if kids snuck into the party. Enzo was trying to say that he would be fine with kids drinking alcohol, I guess. I don’t really remember his deal with it.”
“What does that have to do with Pansy?” he asked quietly. running his hands through your hair as you explained what happened.
“Pansy tried to force me into drinking,” you mumbled quietly, huffing. “Don’t like them.”
“I don’t like them either right now,” he said, his face visibly darkening as he heard that. He didn’t like it when people pressured drinks onto him, much less his girlfriend.
“Can we just cuddle?” you asked quietly. You looked so innocent asking, it melted his heart into two in less than a second.
“Of course we can.” he smiled softly.
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You and Mattheo had snuggled up into his bed about two hours ago, both of you having fallen asleep a couple minutes after you laid down. The bed was warm, and you didn’t want to leave even if it was closing in on the new year. 
“Are you awake?” Mattheo asked you quietly, voice soft and gentle as he spoke to you.
“Unfortunately.” you mumbled, cuddling him closer.
He chuckled softly at that, kissing the top of your forehead and rubbing your back. “I love napping with you.” he whispered softly, tilting your chin up.
“Really?” you smiled softly, nibbling softly on his nose. 
“Yes, really.” he smiled. His nose scrunched up playfully as you bit it, a smile growing on his face. You smiled softly as he smiled at you, nuzzling your noses together.
“I have a gift for you.” he said, smiling softly at you.
Your eyes lit up at that, sitting up a bit straighter. “Really?”
He smiled softly, sitting up with you and smiling. His hands reached for his drawer, sifting through it to find whatever he was looking for. “Coure I did. It’s the new year, you deserve something good.”
“I have you, I think that’s enough.” you giggled.
He smiled at that, his eyes crinkling and eyes glossy as he looked at you. You pulled him in for a gentle kiss. He still wasn’t used to your affection much, even after over a year of dating.
Even still, he soaked it in like sunlight.
“I still want to give it to you.” he whispered softly, handing you a small box. It was wrapped in newspaper and tied with regular twine, which you thought was rather cute.
“For me?” you asked him happily.
“For you.” he smiled gently.
You opened it to find a couple of things. The first was a book you had been wanting for a while. There was a small book on creatures in there as well, no doubt for your research.
There were a couple of poems, written in ways that made tears fall down your cheeks. A small stuffed animal was sitting on the bottom along with a small letter, one that you opened with a small smile.
My love, I have loved you ever since the moment I saw you. I’m surprised Theo never told you about how many times I stayed up writing about a girl I had never even met yet, how many days I spent imagining you with me when I didn’t even know your name. I want to spend my days and nights with you. I want to go to war for you, anywhere from hell and back that would make you happy. On days that you are and days that you aren’t, no matter how hard things get. I’ll love you, my darling, as I promised you and myself the moment that my eyes found yours in the courtyard.
Will you stay with me forever?
You looked down at the box and gasped gently, noticing as he pulled out a small box. It was green with silver engravings, most likely for his house colors. Inside was a thin band, your favorite gemstone laying in the middle of it.
“Will you marry me?” he asked quietly. There were small tears in his eyes, as were yours.
You sniffled softly, not sure if you could even get the words out. How could you? This was the most romantic thing you had ever done with him, and you felt that milestone could never be topped every single day of your life.
“I,” you mumbled, sniffling softly. “Yes! Merlin, yes!”
He smiled brightly, sniffling softly himself as he put the ring on your finger. It fit perfectly, just as you expected it to. “I love you.”
You smiled softly, pulling him in for a kiss. You poured everything inside it, hoping that it would give him some semblance of how you felt.
Then came the fireworks, one after another. They lit up his face and eyes like the prettiest constellation you had ever seen. There was cheering and lights, fires in the sky you didn’t know how to process just yet. All you knew was that you were happy, happier than you had ever been.
“I love you too.” you smiled.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE
THANKS TO ALL OF YOU FOR SUPPORTING THIS LTTLE SERIES!! if you have any requests for it, let me know in either the comments or my suggestions box :D i shall be posting semi regularly i'm assuming? i'm planning once or twice a week.
AS ALWAYS - please like, comment, and reblog! have a happy new year everyone!
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potatoes83 · 2 days ago
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AI...
So I went to Taco Bell yesterday, the one on 11 Mile in Royal Oak, since the one up on 12 Mile in Madison Heights, although closer to my home, absolutely sucks. And this is something I try not to do, because it's nothing but calories, although a good and inexpensive source of protein, and I indeed regretted its return all through the night.
I pull in, roll the window down, and I hear the car in front of me talking to what is very clearly a computerized AI voice. A pleasant enough female voice, good diction, but with the very obvious pauses between phrases. I think that's the biggest difference; humans tend to trail off with their phrases, our conversations are a two-way street as we finish each other's sentences. AI doesn't do that. Okay, got it. Would you like anything else? No. Say, it's hot out there. Did you know you can get any medium drink for $2.99? Would you like to add a medium drink for $2.99? No. Okay. Got it.
At this point, making fun of the still imperfect technology, I would point out that it was late December in Michigan. One is more apt to be after a nice hot coffee then a plastic cup of iced sugar water.
Now, I guess credit where it's due, the thing did take my order with surprising accuracy. I order several different items, each of which has a modification because I'm either swapping out the ground beef or chicken in favor of black beans, or adding sour cream to something because it's delicious. It got everything bang on, much better than the voice assist on my smartphone or in my vehicle. And removing all doubt, there was indeed a sticker on the squawk box saying AI is assisting us today.
One thing I noticed is that even though I was perfectly aware that I was talking to AI, my common courtesy still instinctively kicked in; yes please, no thank you, that sort of thing. But when it prompted me for the roundup donation at the end, there wasn't that guilt of telling a human no, I don't want to send my change to some foundation, because I was talking to a robot.
I think one of the biggest problems I have with all of this is the lack of human interaction. And don't get me wrong, I'm an introvert by nature, leave me alone in my office to do my work, and don't get between me and my home. But you still need basic human interaction. You need the banter. Because I go out of my way to start my interactions with basic human pleasantries; good evening, how are you doing? No bullshit, no idle chit chat, but 10 seconds of acknowledgment that I am a human being talking to a human being. That was missing.
I very much doubt it's going away, though it would be nice if it gave you some quick little survey at the end so you could tell them what you think. Like those ziosk tablets at Olive Garden, at the end it asks you if the ziosk device improved your dining experience. And it's like, no. It may have made life a little bit easier for the server, able to ring the app in right at the table, although these days they can be just as easily carrying around a mobile device. So I'm able to slice my credit card right there at the table instead of the server having to go to the nearest POS station to do it, again, could be solved with a mobile device. It's like, I didn't come here to ring in my own order, any more than I'm still terribly fond of having to ring up and bag my own groceries. So as the end use Taco Bell customer, your AI didn't generally improve my experience one way or the other. Although, to be fair, I have had some absolutely abysmal customer service where humans are involved, when they're clearly just not paying attention, and you have to repeat yourself five times. The AI did help with that, I suppose. 🥔
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guys don't worry about ai anymore
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theartofwoompwoomp · 1 day ago
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No, it’s just you.
Earthspark Bumblebee x human reader 
Summary: you should have never met your idol.
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You were a caretaker for the Malto family’s children. When Dot started fighting alongside the autobots, you were assigned to her kids as a guaranteed protection.
When the war ended and they moved out they had ask for you to go with them. Honestly you were attached as well, so you didn’t say no.
You got along with the whole family. In fact one reason was because of your admiration and love for bumblebee. 
It wasn’t as deep as the Maltos father, but you definitely were one of his biggest fans.
And even if your life had turned all over again, you didn’t mind have two more kids under your wing.
Heck, and when dot notified you that the Bumblebee was going to be working with you, you were ecstatic ! 
You had heard many stories about him. You wondered if he’d really live up to his name.
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You were outside with kids waiting for the autobot to arrive. But he didn’t seem to be coming. 
Encouraging the kids to do something while you waited, you all ended up around fluffy ears. It was nice, and fun. 
Well it was,… until your supposed hero showed up. 
You understand this mission isn’t technically the easiest for him. But he was being an overkill. The kids didn’t feel comfortable around him and his actions really stared to shatter your image of him.
Each time he’d push to far, you at first would try to help him see what he was missing, but this guy had the audacity to interrupt you and not even acknowledge your advice.
All the kids were a bit offended when the saw this. Once again fueling their hatred towards the bot.
You wondered if Optimus really made the right choice, but you guess only time could tell.
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You admit his teaching has gotten better, but some of his attitude still pricked you. And you knew he could tell.
Honestly the mission had gone a lot smoother once he started seeing them as family and not an assignment.
The only problem was you.
He had tried sparking up conversations and getting to know you. But everything he did led to short conversations. He couldn’t make them last. Your answers were always direct and to the point.
It was frustrating.
You weren’t mean or rude to him. But he just couldn’t form an actual friendship with you. And he needed you to trust him, especially since the both of you are working together all the time. 
One day he was fed up with everything and you were the last straw. “Hey man, why are you always so- so defensive. You know we’re on the same team right.”
His words only sparking your own anger. He has a point that you haven’t been the most open, but saying you have been defensive is an overstatement.
“Hey now, that’s pushing it a bit.” He scoffed at that rolling his eyes. “Please, you treat me differently from everyone else. And yeah I do notice.”
“Well.. sorry for being careful with my actions. I tend to be like that around rude pricks who didn’t even want anything with us!”
This was the most emotion you had directed at him. He didn’t like how it felt. How his spark tugged with each word you kept saying.
“Don’t you see bee, you’re the problem.”
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kayentokk · 2 days ago
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i just know when you/anyone get(s) in a argument with kento or he’s worked up that mf start using big words he’s pulled out the damn thesaurus, dictionary all that on yo ass
probably not a heavy argument or discussion I feel like those cases are strictly straight to the point so there’s no added frivolous vocabulary
anyways anyways maybe he’s all tight suited and trying to keep his composure-he’s flustered this is a flustered kento (clutching my pearls and gasping so is he btw) how couldn’t he be flustered a beautiful woman such as yourself is sitting right across from him…talking to him…giving him your undivided attention which he should be reciprocating to you btw
but he just can’t focus, you’re much too gorgeous honestly but he still has some sense of self control what do you take him for? But you catch the glint of unfocus in his eyes
and that’s all it takes just a small suggestion that the reason for his distraction is the cleavage shown from your low neckline all in good fun of course but he’s so taken aback-
“So-how preposterous..I assure you that implication is-”
and he’s off the rails
you erupt with squealish giggles at the obvious effect your teasing had on him ofc he’s become more embarrassed by the fact that you find the situation humorous
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Ororor-
he’s frustrated from a day of work gojo really grated his nerves today all it takes is one “hey honey! how was your day?” and he’s all-
“seriously that ingrate, with all of his fatuous comments…”
“the serious absurdity it takes..”
“I have never, in my entire life, witnessed such a display of childish petulance..”
but your soft hands rubbing up and down his shoulders are enough to work him out of his stupor, just a calm “oh, Ken,” in your angelic voice is enough for him
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somehow all this ties together
you know your husband by now any and every time he gets riled up, first dates, work drama, and even banter like rn, alllllll of his vocabulary flows out of him
all you said was that the contestant had some validity to their answer on jeopardy, sure it wasn’t the right answer but it was better than nothing and it was somewhat close
at least in your eyes 🙄
“honey, I’m not sure how you see that as a plausible answer really…I mean it made absolutely no sense…it was a-”
you already knew where this tangent was headed….
“I love that Ken”, your sultry reply had Nanami pausing his speech in both confusion and interest
“love what, sweetheart?”
“Oh you know..” you drag out your words while simultaneously turning to straddle your husband
his hands reaching to rest, respectfully, on your sides and invite you in just a little closer eager to hear what you have to say..
“when you’re all,” you make a roundabout frantic gesture with your hands, “smarty pants”
“smarty pants?”
and you can’t help but laugh at the way it falls off his tongue
“yeah silly, y’never noticed when you’re all serious or flushed about somethin’ you start using all your ‘big man smarty pants’ words?”
he lets out a chuckle at that grin appearing on his face sure he’s a little red-faced at the sudden admittance of his odd habit but your smile overruns that
“no honey, I never realized that…but I see you have..”
there’s a knowing glint in his eyes, it makes your breath hitch
his fingers begin rubbing small circles into your hips those hazel colored eyes gazing at a slightly upward angle at you
“why don’t you tell me what it is you love so much about this..habit of mine…hmm?”
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good lord this man- anyways the words aren’t rlly that big lmao im too tired to think of high quality vocabulary rn but i wanted to expand this thought i had a lil so here it is
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pomegranatesarchive · 2 days ago
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pad thai with roommate spencer and reader?
pad thai: "before you say anything about me being at home tonight, i want to remind you that you are too.”
view the menu here!
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You were alone for New Year's, and god were you happy about it.
Spencer, your roommate, had plans with his team, and although they had extended an invite, you politely declined.
You were changing in a way, you no longer wanted to go out, not seeing the appeal in spending ridiculous amounts of money on a pretty dress and drinks. Spencer joked that your frontal lobe had finally developed, he was probably right.
But although you had grown out of your party faze, you were forcing Spencer to enter his. He was thrust into adult life at a mere twelve years of age, and he didnt get to go throught a rebellious or party faze. This is why when he was invited out to a New Year's party by Penople, you did as much as force him through the door.
It was five minutes to New Year's when your stomach started growling, forcing you to get up from your warm spot on your bed and make your way to the kitchen.
The last person you expected to see when entering the room, was Spencer Reid, in all his awkward glory.
"What are you doing here?" you didnt try masking your disappointment.
Spencer stood still as if you hadn't already spotted him, he slowly made his way over to the couch, "Before you say anything about me being at home tonight.." he started, pointing at you, "I want to remind you that you are too.”
You scoffed, "You're supposed to be out having fun, Spencer."
"I wasn't having fun!" he defended himself, "It was boring."
"No New Year's party is ever boring." you shot him down.
"They are without you," he mumbled, avoiding eye contact.
You softened visibly, a soft frown adoring your features, sighing you made your way over to the fridge, "I'll get us some wine."
He piped up from his spot on the couch, "I brought us grapes,"
You peered at him, before glancing at the clock, "There a minute until midnight."
You two stared at each other for a moment before trying to sprint under the table, "Hurry get the grapes!" you yelled.
"I left them in my room!" Spencer yelled in a panic, running down the hallway, your laugh echoing behind him. 
You shook your head in amusement, maybe spending your New Year's with some company wasn't so bad. Or maybe it was just the company that was really good.
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happy new years!!
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sabertoothwalrus · 12 hours ago
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my thought process that went into these designs:
Phoenix - took a lot of inspiration from his scrapped concept art with the facial hair and sweater vest. Took away the gold chain but gave him gold buttons on his sleeves as a compromise. I think he’d wear pointed toed shoes. Decided I’d give everyone patterns, and settled on houndstooth for Phoenix.
Edgeworth - Mostly unchanged from his latest design. I like the scrapped design of his hair with the side part, but added fringe his bangs can still be an ‘M’ lol. his vest is blue to represent how Phoenix has been an influence on him 🤭
Klavier - he was tricky! I wanted him to feel more mature, less rockstar, but not boring. Took away the Gavinners logo. Made him more buttoned up but the shirt is SHEER. Bell bottoms felt so right on him. I think there’d be a running gag in-game where he never puts the jacket on, and Apollo and Athena always joke to each other about it. I’m imagining a sprite animation where he’s like 🥺 and has it draped over his head. His nail polish is colorpicked from someone else’s tie 👀
Apollo - Kept him mostly the same. His face is a little more angled. Added a third piece of fringe that hangs down (influence from Phoenix) and made his hair slightlyyyy longer. Gave him subtle pinstripes and changed his shirt cuff. He has gold hoop earrings now to parallel the bracelet. That + the gold wallet chain gave him a bit of influence from Klavier.
Athena - Took inspiration from 80s/90s womens businesswear. BIG shoulderpads and a bolo tie Widget. She’s sporty and active so I thought shorts would fit her better than trousers. Since she’s no longer wearing tights, I moved the black in her color palette to her shirt. Gave her headphones.
Trucy - wanted to REALLY freshen up her design but still stay true to the Gramarye costume. I took inspiration from ringleaders and gave her epaulettes, but kept the jacket sleeveless because it felt more true to her. Cropped her hair! She has Thalassa’s other bangle now. Minidress is simpler now, but has pinstripes. Put her brooches back into the design on her boots.
Gumshoe - he’s a papa :3 his kids are named Callum and Beau. His animations with a baby carrier would be so funny. Blue badger fanny pack and socks cause I wanted to give him disney dad vibes, and I could see the bag used as evidence in a trial. Little doggy bag keychain because he’s retired from detective work and is now running a dog walking service. He was on vacation and had to get called in as a witness.
Maya - she’s hasn’t left her duties, but she’s on vacation! She’s fully embraced the tourist aesthetic. Steel Samurai keychain on her bag. She’s the OG sillygirl and I needed to preserve her whimsy, her 30s be damned. She would wear bootcut jeans and I know this in my soul.
Pearl - I….. certainly made some choices here HFHSJDJSJD She’s fully embraced gyaru fashion. Maybe every subsequent game she’s switched to another niche fashion trend..? Since I made such a bold departure I kept her in modified Kurain clothing. She got arrested :/ Her hair and makeup would get so fucked up and one of her nails would be missing. Apollo defends her.
I spent so much time making these and had a lot of fun!! :D
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wanted to try a lineup of possible aa7 designs after another timeskip! I didn't get to it, but I want the new judge to be the old one's granddaughter.
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