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plushybread · 22 days

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vintage hello kitty origami paper i purchased from a convention!

it includes a folding guide! yippee! ヽ(=^･ω･^=)丿

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angeloftheodd · 6 months

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I made a Devilgotchi necklace this morning! 😈🖤 Deviltchi is my favorite Tamagotchi character, so I am honoring him with this DIY necklace. 💜 This is the first legit DIY necklace I’ve ever made. 🎀 It’s simple, but I’m proud of it. 🥰

Thank you for making this super cute charm, momoplushart! 💖 I love wearing it as a necklace. 😻

Check this out, @tamapalace! 💞💞💞

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paintingcutecats · 2 months

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Acabo de subir hace poquito una nueva manualidad al canal de YouTube 😊

Esta vez traje un juego de mesa (3 en raya) de Calcifer🔥 [Anime: El castillo vagabundo / Howl’s castle moving]

Video ➜ 🌸DIY🌸┊Haz conmigo un juego de mesa del anime Howl’s castle moving ˏ`୭̥*ೃ┊Masa de secado al aire

También para quien lo necesite dejaré un listado de cosas que necesitareis para hacer esta manualidad.

Arcilla DAS - https://amzn.to/3vPjMY7

Rodillo Jovi - https://amzn.to/3VU2y6t

Pinturas acrílicas: https://amzn.to/3TxiY1O

Pinceles para dibujar - https://amzn.to/43HIDtk

🌸Tutorial🌸 Como hacer barniz brillante! - https://youtu.be/31uNefdVglo

Más cositas… ⤵️

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#anime aesthetic #anime and manga #anime fanart #el castillo ambulante #howls moving castle #calcifer #manualidades #diy craft #diy #diy projects #otaku #otakucore #otakugirl #anime #animecore

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thefelterthatsews · 4 months

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This time, I made #weed from the #manga and #anime series #gingadensetsuweed with #punchneedle and #embroidery with fluffy acrylic yarn. Looks like I'm getting the hang of this type of crafting. I'm still practicing but getting there. #handmade #yarn #rugmaking #rugs #embroideryart #ginga #furry #furryart #furryanime #アニメ #漫画 #かわいい #秋田 #機種 #ウィード #銀牙伝説ウィード

#punch needle #embroidery #modern art #かわいい #フェルト #yarn crafts #ginga series #ginga densetsu weed #otaku

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geekdsoaps · 2 years

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🥰🥰🥰 I love reviews!!! Expecially the ones that are truthful without bias

Fortunately this is an easy fix! I only use between 2.3 to 5% of fragrance oil for most soaps. This fragrance I use for Gojo can be used up to 11.1% in soap so I can totally fix the faint scent issue in the next batch!

Soap making a my craft that I hold near & dear to my hear. Anything I can do to improve my skill is motivation urjskfudjakcud. Please critique my work!!

#otaku #anime #soap #small business #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo #kawaii #self care #geeky soap #geek #nerd #nerdy #nerdy soap #craft #soap making #soap maker #artisan soap #artist

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raven-nyuugao · 2 years

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She a BOSS 🐌🤙😎 Ready for Sunday's Cosplay 🍃 Guess who? 🥴 -Hand-made by @lobo_calido and me -Thanks to @douglastonelli for the easy guide! ❤️🙏 . #QueenSuccubus #RavenNyuugao #RavenNyuugaoCosplay #cosplay #cosplayer #mycosplay #evento #cosplayprop #cosplayaccessories #hokage #hokagecosplay #naruto #narutoshippuden #hokagehat #chapeuhokage #anime #otaku #selfmade #handmade #craft #cosplaycraft #crafsmanship #tsunadecosplay #tsunade #cosplayhat #convention #wip #workinprogress #nextcosplay https://www.instagram.com/p/ClDDLQDto3J/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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otakumonkey · 2 years

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#onepiecelawtrafalgar #trafalgarlaw #surgeonofdeath #onepiece #onepieceanime #onepieceart #felt #felting #arts #crafts #room🫳 #shambles #heartpirates #otaku #nerdy #artsandcrafts #myskills #chibi #needlefelting #feltcrafting #feltcraft #captainoftheheartpirates https://www.instagram.com/p/Ci2ZN1duw_v/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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nerdyoatmealart · 2 years

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Obanai is just too darn cute! I didn’t like leaving him I colored, so I caved and finished him today! I had to include Kaburamaru, too; I’m really proud of how he turned out, especially since I don’t really draw snakes very often.

The second picture is of the back of the badge, and the third one is Obanai’s art outside of the badge.

Obanai will be available for sale on my Storenvy for $10, along with the rest of my badges. They’re all hand drawn and 2 1/4.” You can also message me here if you’re interested in buying them!

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spiritsblade · 2 months

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i will probably end up making an idol/mobage sideblog sometime but for now you get pretty boys on main :3

#social media as a system is hard #yeah this is my obsession but what about when the non otaku headmates pull up #so i'll craft up an idol containment zone soon :]

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beforedawnwitch · 11 months

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My Duties List in This Summer 🎆🍨👙

1⃣ Resident Evil Deth Island

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2⃣ Yamato Fantasia Live of Hololive

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3⃣ Take part in Hololive City

4⃣ To Buy New My PC

For now this is my target……

5⃣ To Make handmade goods of Sakura Miko

maybe I'm going to make accessories, coaster, photoflame 🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

Enjoy Happy Summer Holiday 🍨🍨🍨🍨🍨

#summer #fav #list #resident evil #hololive #events #happy summer #I like summer #Youtube #otakulife #otaku #crafts

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rob-demers-art · 1 year

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Candy hearts for the anime fan in your life! This and three other Valentine stickers now available in my shop!

Available here: https://robdemersart.com/shop/otaku-candy-heart-stickers/

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psychedelic-freak · 2 years

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• Kagome x Inuyasha Este bordadito fue re entretenido de hacer, me gusta jugar con diferentes formas de pintar y la alegría que obtengo al lograr la expresión facial deseada es inexplicable Also, siempre amé Inuyasha cuando pequeño así que buen tema a bordar n.n ¿Qué debería bordar después?👀 Pd. la última foto son los cuadros que tengo ahí cuando no estoy sacándole fotos a mis bordados 😅 #bordado #bordados #santiago #chile #embroidery #entrepreneur #art #arte #craft #handmade #bordadoanime #bordadomanga #bordadoamano #bordadochile #anime #manga #otaku #otakuworld #inuyasha #kagome #inuyashaxkagome #insomnian https://www.instagram.com/p/CfNEm5bLXK2/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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stem-sister-scuffle · 2 months

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STEM SISTER SCUFFLE: ROUND 3 MASHUP 2

Ms. Frizzle (The Magic School Bus) vs Winry Rockbell (Full Metal Alchemist)

Ms. Frizzle is a Science Teacher!

Winry Rockbell is an Automail Mechanic!

Why you should vote for each contestant:

Ms. Frizzle:

"*gestures at entire magic school bus series*"

"Embodies the true spirit of scientific discovery: barely-contained chaos."

"She is very knowledgeable about a wide variety of sciences, and uses that knowledge to further the educations of many people. Teachers deserve the world; they do so much for so little in return. (shout out to Mrs. Goates)"

"She loves science and loves teaching kids about science. I love her. Idk I saw she only had one submission and that made me sad so now im here submitting her"

"She is an icon and has cool earrings"

"SHE'S SO COOL!!! She's so smart and so fun and genuinely just an icon. ALSO she has a little lizard on her shoulder. I saw an ask abt the submissions for Ms. Frizzle and the sender was the only person who submitted her.. I couldn't let this go. ALSO one of my professors irl called herself the irl Frizzle and she's a doctor of biology so make of that what you will"

Winry Rockbell:

"The best automail mechanic in the whole of Amestris: need I say more? She’s also the only person who can really get Edward Elric to listen / scare him"

"She's super smart and is crazy about mechanics, but she's also so kind and compassionate! She helped deliver a baby, she cares really deeply for her friends and family! She truly rocks!"

"i’m a biomedical engineer so she is the best women in stem"

"she’s extremely skilled and dedicated to her craft, her work is very high quality (she’s also the personal mechanic for one of the protagonists) and she has a dedication to improving the lives of the people around her in any way she can (and she has so much autism swag about automail, it’s a joy to watch). i love her your honour"

"She's so good and so fun and she's trying her best. She makes sure the prosthetics work and they're super plot important!!!!!"

"She can build and repair robot limbs AND attach them to human nerves"

"She’s only 15 and is repairing magic-infused heavy machinery for fun"

"Spunky, kind, and smart as hell... one of the shounen manga girls of all time."

"At age fifteen she could build a whole metal arm in 3 days (pulling all nighters)! She geeks out over the work of other prosthetics engineers and earned herself an apprenticeship where the shop's costumers began to prefer her after only a few months! She's kind but takes no shit and narratively symbolizes the goodness of humanity. also she read medical textbooks as a kid (her parents were both doctors) and was able to apply that knowledge for successful impromptu midwifery years later!"

"She is practically a child engineering Genius! Designs and makes prosthetics. She takes her work very seriously and geeks out over other people's designs. She is such a beautifully written strong female character that holds her own in a fandom full of amazing strong female characters and a great role model. She's Hella cute"

"She is considered a prodigy in her field, and is known as the “Automail Otaku” because of her unending interest of any machines and tools in the building and repairing of automail. She is incredibly smart, sincere, and passionate. She works hard for what she wants, is full of optimism despite what she has suffered, and is very loyal to her friends."

"built a fully functioning prosthetic arm for her friend when she was TWELVE basically by herself and has been his regular mechanic since. also heavily dabbles in the medical side as well as the mechanical side (for example: she successfully delivered a baby single-handedly at fifteen having only ever read about the subject before). she is so skrunkly she’s an icon a legend and she is the moment"

"Listen any girl who can master mechanical engineering, electrical engineering, and biology in order to build prosthetic limbs by the age of 12 is Impressive. She’s the one that got me onto an engineering career path I’m very biased"

#stem sister scuffle #round 3 #the magic school bus #ms frizzle #fullmetal alchemist #fma brotherhood #fma #fma winry #winry rockbell

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sheepiemc · 9 months

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Seven Stupid Reasons to Summon a Demon

Reason #3: can't beat a boss

You died.

Again.

Those mocking words appeared on the screen of your monitor for what was probably the hundredth time since you started playing this stupid game. You wouldn't exactly call yourself a Gamer™️ or anything but surely you could hold your own in a silly little video game. And this silly little video game was getting on your last nerve…

To be honest, it wasn't the type of game you would usually get into but your favorite otaku shut-in has been going off about it non-stop since it got announced. You were certain he had already got his hands on a copy by now and was probably already an expert, but you wanted to get far enough into the game so that you could get what he was talking about the next time you hung out.

It was the perfect plan…

If this game wasn't so freaking hard!! After spending almost 2 hours on the character creation screen, getting your avatar juuust right, you set off exploring the game. And, boy, was there a lot for you to explore. Open world games have really found their moment recently and this game was no exception.

After ignoring most of the tutorial, telling yourself that you can figure it out (mistake number 1), you promptly forgot where it was you were supposed to go or who you were supposed to talk to. It’ll be fine, you said (mistake number 2) and kept wandering without a care in the world.

You were having a grand old time foraging for materials, crafting items, and making food when you suddenly found yourself face to face with a radiant being of impressive stature. You stood in awe at first, expecting some kind of cutscene; this creature looked important to the lore SOMEHOW, you just knew it.

What you didn’t expect was for the creature to raise its mighty sword twice your size and strike you down with one blow.

You were so hurt by the game’s betrayal, you didn't pick the game back up for a couple of days.

Fast forward to now, you decided to try your best to beat that righteous jerk's ass! Each failure only made you more and more determined to beat her but your patience was wearing thin. Whoever said games are better when they’re harder to beat should be forced to play in their video game avatar's shoes!

You stop for a second and chuckle at the thought. If this were a game from the Devildom, they probably would be playing in their avatar’s shoes. Then, they would eat those words.

After another failed attempt, you are just about ready to throw your controller across the room… but you don’t, because it's expensive and you don't have the kind of money to just destroy it on a whim.

One more time, you tell yourself one more chance, then you'll bring out the big guns.

You take a deep breath to center yourself in the moment. You take on the celestial sonuvabitch one more time, ready to put up a good fight. You get so close to lowering that red bar, closer than you ever had before.

You stand up out of your chair with excitement.

This is it, this is the one, you can feel it.

One more hit and the red bar goes down completely. You watch as the character falls, body crumpling to the ground and you throw up your hands in triumph!

"YEEEAAHHHAHA!!!" You shout, absolutely ecstatic!

Then suddenly the screen is awash in a white light, and the character you just spent how many hours beating starts to rise. You hold your breath, unsure of what is going on. A single beam of light shoots out of their lifeless form, hitting your character so quickly, you don't have time to react. Your health was so low that one hit with that beam was all it took for you to see those dreaded, familiar words pop up on screen once more.

You died.

You scream.

You carefully but forcefully throw the controller into the beanbag chair across your room and fly over to your bookshelf, frantically looking for that friggin’ script. You use it so often, you almost never put it down in the same place twice. Cursing yourself when you can’t find it on the shelf, you start tearing your room apart.

Your cat bolts from its peaceful sleeping spot on your bed when you toss the comforter over your head. Why would it even be in here?? You don’t know but you look anyway. Maybe it fell?

You flatten yourself to the floor and look under your bed. Using your phone’s flashlight, you spot it at the far end, slumped against the wall. Your temper rising, you crawl underneath the bed and grasp at those damn pages.

You don’t even pull yourself out from underneath before you close your eyes and start concentrating, thinking, “LEVI! I NEED YOU!”

You open one eye in time to see an orange light reach a little ways under the bed and you feel a presence standing in the room behind you. You don’t even think about the state your room is in or how this must look to Levi when you hear him say, “M- MC?? Where are you??”

He’s concerned, maybe on the verge of panicking but you are so frustrated, you just start yelling, still under the bed. The image of your feet sticking out from beneath your bed and your muffled screaming would’ve been hilarious if you weren’t so in your own head.

Levi, not knowing what else to do, panics and transforms. You know this because you can smell the faint scent of brimstone that accompanies said transformation. You feel his scaly tail wrap around your ankle and pull you out from under the bed. He’s crouching down beside you, hands hovering over you, unsure if you’re injured or not.

“MC, what happened in here? Are you ok??” The concern in his voice makes you feel a bit guilty for worrying him so much over something so trivial.

You take a deep breath and sigh, flipping around to face him with his tail still wrapped snugly around your ankle.

“Levi…” You look into his eyes and see the worry. It tugs at something inside you and you sigh again, “the game is too hard.”

At first, he just stares at you, not quite sure he heard you.

“Wait, what?? Game?”

You throw your arm dramatically over your eyes and gesture to your computer. He looks up to it and sees your final death screen.

He exhales something between a scoff and a laugh. His shoulders slump and he covers his face with his hand. He de-transforms once he knows there is no real danger.

“I really thought something happened to you, normie.”

You bristle at the nickname, “Hey!”

He looks at you from between his fingers. “You called me here because you can’t beat a video game, I think I can call you a normie in this specific situation.”

You cross your arms and pout, still lying on the floor. “I’m sorry I worried you but this game is driving me insane.”

He looks around the room at the mess you made. “I can see that…” He gets up and hesitantly extends his hand to help you get up.

You make a note of how much better at initiating physical contact he’s gotten and smile despite your sour mood. You grab his hand firmly and use him as a counterweight to tug yourself off of the floor.

You let your hand linger in his while you stand in front of him, not saying anything. He doesn’t seem to mind but you can feel the tension rise as the silence continues. Finally, you let yourself fall slightly forward and rest your forehead against his chest.

You feel him stiffen. “W-what were you even doing playing that game anyway?” He asks. He turns his head to look at your computer monitor again, “And taking on one of the hardest bosses in the game, no less.”

“I was trying to beat the game so I would know what you were going on about when you inevitably rambled about it for hours the next time we hung out! I know how hyped you were for it…”

“You know that game is notorious for being very hard to beat, right?”

“YEAH WELL, I thought I could get far enough to at least keep up with you,” you pause.

Levi senses you still have more to say and lets you continue. “I like to hear you talk about stuff I know nothing about, I think it's fun… But I see how much happier you are when I do know what you're talking about… I like sharing my interests with you too… it makes me feel closer to you.”

You feel Levi rub your hand with his thumb. “You did,” now it’s his turn to hesitate, “all this…” he looks around at the mess you made of your room, “because of me?” Without lifting your head from his chest, you look too.

“Well, I’ll admit this reaction is a little bit dramatic…” Your face flushes with embarrassment. With your head still pressed against his chest, you can feel the beginning vibrations of Levi's closed-mouth chuckle.

You look up at him and see his face, smiling uninhibitedly. Now, that's a sight that gives you life. With no hand covering his face to hide how pink he is, cheeks dimpled from smiling so big, eyes crinkled, and eyelashes wet with tears. He starts laughing harder and his mirth is contagious.

You start giggling until you start cackling ungraciously. You rest your head on his shoulder once more and try to calm yourself, saying “I can only imagine how ridiculous I must’ve looked under the bed.”

He keeps laughing, “Yeah, what was that?”

"Your script fell back there, I don't know why!!" You didn’t notice in your laughing fit that his arms have now circled your waist but when you do, you quietly slip your arms around him too.

You look back up to him and he quickly averts his eyes, cheeks now burning a bright red. You smile knowingly and look back at the mess.

"I- I guess I can help you clean up a little," he says, looking around again. His gaze settles back to your computer, "Then we’ll see what we can do about… that…"

Your arms tighten around his middle and you press your cheek to his chest. "Thank you, thank you, thank yoooooou." He stiffens again but quickly relaxes in the embrace. He pats you on the shoulder a few times and you (reluctantly) pull away from him. You put your hands on your hips.

"Well, better get started!"

He helps you get your stuff rearranged and back on your shelves, as well as fix your comforter and stuffed toys that were tossed all over the place. You grab the controller from the beanbag and apologize to it, giving it a little kiss. Levi shakes his head and smiles.

After getting the room back to the state it was before the… incident… Levi stretches his arms above his head and cracks his knuckles. You roll your eyes and hand him the controller. You connect your computer to your bigger TV screen so you can both sit on your bed while you watch him play. You lounge while he sits up with his legs criss-cross applesauce.

“How long have you been at this?” he gestures to the TV with a nod.

You flatten your face to the mattress and groan. “I started a couple of days ago when I met… her.” You lift your head and hold your chin in your hand. “I've been working on her ever since.”

“Why didn't you just move on to the rest of the game? I can see you aren't very high level, you ever heard of grinding?”

You blow raspberries dismissively. “Grinding is so boring. I was sooooo close to beating her with sheer determination alone, but now I see that she has a-”

“Second form,” you both say in unison.

You groan and Levi nods knowingly. His eyes don't leave the screen as the conversation continues.

“Honestly, that’s pretty impressive… For a normie to get as far as you did in her fight.”

There’s that name (derogatory) again… You’re about to say something when you watch as he turns your little avatar around, in the opposite direction of the boss.

“Hey! Where are you going?”

“Just because you spent hours fighting her doesn’t mean I have to. I'm gonna level you up.”

“Well, that just means I’m better than you.” You smile smugly at him and he scoffs.

“More like you're just a masochist! Why would you make it so much harder for yourself?”

“Oh, I’m the masochist here?” You scoot closer to him and wiggle your eyebrows at him.

His eyes widen and his face flushes red instantly. He scoots away from you. “Nope, I am NOT going to acknowledge that comment. We’re moving on.”

“But-” You scoot closer.

“MOVING ON!” You see the controller tremble in his hands just a little.

You laugh, “Oh, Leviachan, I’m sorry! It’s just so easy to tease you!” You rest your head on his lap and look back up at the screen. You watch as a blue light erupts underneath your avatar and suddenly you have a horse!

You shoot up and say, “Where’d you get that horse??”

Your unexpected movement startles Levi and he jumps, nearly dropping the controller. “What??? You haven’t been using your horse??”

“I didn’t know you got a horse!!”

“Next, you're gonna tell me you didn't use your shield in that whole fight.”

You don’t say anything.

“You did use your shield, right?”

You look away and say nothing.

Now, he actually pauses the game. “MC…”

You turn back to him, with all the pain evident on your face. “What button is that?” Your voice trembles.

He puts the controller down and steeples his fingers in front of his face, covering his nose and mouth, concern evident on his face.

“You really are a normie…” he whispers to himself but loud enough for you to still hear him very clearly.

“HEY!!” You lean back and start pelting Levi with your stuffed animals, “Ok that’s it, you take that back!”

Levi laughs, guarding and blocking all your attacks, “Hey, we just cleaned this place!”

“I’m not a Gamer™️ but that doesn’t make me a normie, ok!?”

“How’d you make that sound with your mouth?”

“Take it back!” Out of ammunition, you lunge for him and start shaking him back and forth. “Take it back!! Take it back!!!”

“Alright, alright! You’re not a normie! But you are a filthy casual.”

You grip his jacket tightly and squint at him. “Ffffffine…” you manage to say through gritted teeth.

You both settle and get back to the game. Levi insists on doing everything again from the beginning (“What do you mean you skipped through the tutorial? How’d you even do that??”). You excitedly show him how you had painstakingly recreated Henry as your avatar and you could swear his eyes are sparkling with unshed tears. He wants to show you all the easter eggs and foreshadowing and lore in every nook and every cranny so you know it’s gonna be a long night. It’s around 3 AM when, with you sitting between his legs, his arms around your middle and chin resting on your shoulder, he notices you’re starting to doze. You protest sleepily, saying he didn’t even get to fight the boss yet.

You don’t remember much after that but you do wake up the next day with all your stuffed animals back where they should be and a sticky note on your game controller that says, “G3T G00D, SCRUB!”

You snatch the note off of the controller and crumple it in your hand, smiling ruefully.

Where’s that script? You’ll show him who’s a scrub…

#obey me shall we date #obey me fanfic #obey me leviathan #obey me mc #leviathan x mc #leviathan x reader #leviathan fluff #originally posted on ao3 #you can tell when i wrote this bc of what game this was clearly based on lol #op #fic

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ozzgin · 10 days

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY! 🥳🎉🎂🎈🎁

Your rodents are adorable. Thank you for sharing their sweet lil faces. I hope you can have a great birthday! ☺️

Let us also be thankful that you were nutted into existence to share all your love and slutty stories with the world! None of us would be the same without you!😘

-👘

There was a time when the first birthday wish of the day was the autogenerated email from yaoi otaku forums. Now I’m congratulated for bypassing a post-nut clarity. What a time to be alive, eh?

Jokes aside, thank you everyone for the nice wishes! If you want another chortle this evening, my cake design (sadly didn’t come out as clear in the actual cake photos) was tracksuit Astarion. Carefully crafted by yours truly.

#personal #meme #please tell me the meme is still a thing #I didn’t even watch twilight but tracksuit Pattinson sends me into orbit each time

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mononijikayu · 5 months

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phase one — FICTION.

Within this sacred cocoon, Geto Suguru found himself basking in the radiant warmth of her presence, a warmth that surpassed the boundaries of mere physical proximity. Mundane worries and the relentless rhythm of routine, which often dictated the tempo of his thoughts, now receded into the background. Instead, the genuine connection that had withstood the relentless march of years took center stage, its brilliance eclipsing the mundane and casting a soft glow upon their shared space.

Genre: No Curses AU, University Professors AU!

Warning/s: Fluff, Romance, Pinning, Co-Workers, One Sided Romance, Childhood Friends, Secret is Revealed;

note: this was an old idea from when I rewatched wotakoi love is hard for otaku. this is a spin on that!!!

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logic ≠ love masterlist

HE DIDN’T EXPECT TODAY TO BE ANY DIFFERENT. Suguru Geto's life unfolded with the rhythmic precision of a well-rehearsed composition—an unbroken cycle that comprised waking up, immersing himself in the world of history, and returning home to find solace in sleep.

His days were marked by a meticulous routine, leaving little room for extracurricular activities, let alone the intricate dance of romance. Within the confines of this disciplined existence, Suguru found both anchor and escape, his relentless pursuit of becoming a history professor shaping the very contours of his identity and offering a sanctuary from the tumultuous waves of life.

The mornings heralded a new day for Geto Suguru, and with a sense of purpose, he embraced the unfolding narrative of hours ahead. As a dedicated history enthusiast, his waking hours were consumed by the passionate exploration of the past.

Whether delving into dusty tomes, deciphering ancient manuscripts, or engaging in scholarly debates, Suguru's world revolved around the rich tapestry of historical narratives. This scholarly pursuit was not merely a profession but a calling, a lifeline that tethered him to a realm where the echoes of bygone eras whispered secrets and lessons.

The evenings saw Suguru returning to the comfort of his abode, where the quietude of his dwelling provided a backdrop for reflection and reprieve. Amidst the shelves lined with volumes chronicling the annals of history, he found sanctuary. His home became a haven, a space where the weight of the world outside momentarily lifted, allowing him to recharge and prepare for the cadence of the next day.

This structured routine, though seemingly monotonous to an outsider, held profound significance for Suguru. It was a deliberate orchestration of his life, a conscious decision to prioritize the pursuit of knowledge and scholarly endeavors over the chaotic whims of a world beyond his books. The role of a future history professor beckoned to him as a beacon of purpose, providing direction to his existence.

In the symphony of his routine, Geto Suguru discovered a unique harmony—one that resonated with the pursuit of intellectual fulfillment and the escape from the unpredictable currents of life. The relentless rhythm of his days not only fortified his scholarly pursuits but also created a fortress against the uncertainties that lurked beyond the confines of his carefully curated world.

As Geto Suguru navigated the chapters of his life with the precision of a historian crafting a narrative, his unwavering dedication became a testament to the transformative power of a life immersed in the pursuit of knowledge.

Within the academic confines of Jujutsu High, Suguru Geto stood as a figure known for his unparalleled passion and unwavering dedication to his craft. His reputation as a history enthusiast echoed through the hallowed halls of the institution, garnering both admiration and concern from his colleagues. Notable figures such as Ieiri Shoko from the Science department, Gojo Satoru specializing in Physics, and Nanami Kento, an expert in Home Economics, often found themselves perplexed by Suguru's seemingly one-dimensional focus.

Colleagues would observe Suguru, immersed in the annals of history, his dedication so fervent that it bordered on obsession. Besides the time he spares for reading and drinking with all his friends, he seems to have no time to leave himself to rest.

Shoko, with her scientific pursuits, wondered about the balance between the rigidity of historical study and the dynamic nature of scientific exploration. Gojo, a physicist with a penchant for the mysteries of the universe, pondered whether Suguru was missing out on the thrill of unraveling the secrets of the cosmos. Nanami, skilled in the close inclination of domestic studies, questioned whether Suguru's singular devotion to academia left little room for the richness of life's experiences beyond the pages of history books.

There lingered a collective concern among his colleagues that Suguru needed to break free from the self-imposed shackles of routine and embrace a more well-rounded life. Their worry was rooted in a desire to see Suguru not just as a historian but as a person who could explore the diverse facets of existence. They believed that a broader perspective could enrich his understanding of history and, in turn, make him a more insightful and empathetic educator.

Amidst the academic symphony of Jujutsu High, where each faculty member brought their unique expertise to the table, Suguru stood as an enigma, a scholar consumed by the echoes of the past. The concern expressed by his colleagues was not a critique of his dedication but a heartfelt plea for him to discover the harmonious blend of academia and life's myriad experiences, realizing that the canvas of knowledge stretched far beyond the boundaries of history textbooks.

Whether Suguru would heed this collective advice and embark on a journey beyond the well-trodden paths of routine remained an open question within the academic corridors of Jujutsu High.

Yet on one fateful day, as Suguru Geto was engrossed in the intricate tapestry of historical research within the sanctuary of his office at Jujutsu High, the familiar creaking of the door interrupted the quiet symphony of his thoughts. The door swung open, revealing a face from the past that he hadn't encountered in years—his childhood friend standing right before him. There, in the hallowed academic halls, stood the embodiment of a connection that transcended the pages of history.

Suguru blinked, momentarily taken aback by the unexpected intrusion into his scholarly solitude. As his gaze focused, he recognized the features of a person he hadn't seen in what felt like an eternity. It was her—the companion of his youth, a friend entwined with the memories he had meticulously stored in the recesses of his brain. The echo of shared laughter and the hues of their shared adventures flooded his mind.

Time seemed to pause as he stared, absorbing the sight of her youthfulness, juxtaposed against the backdrop of their shared history. The years melted away, revealing the familiarity that lingered beneath the veneer of time. He felt his heart skip a beat, an unexpected rhythm in the well-orchestrated symphony of his routine, as she smiled, her expression a blend of warmth and nostalgia. With a casual wave, she greeted him, the gesture a silent acknowledgment of the bond that had weathered the years.

"Hey, Suguru! Long time no see," she exclaimed, her voice carrying the resonance of shared memories.

Suguru, still processing the surreal nature of the moment, managed a hesitant smile. "I... I can't believe it's you. It's been years."

She chuckled, the sound reminiscent of the carefree days they had spent together. "I know, right? Life takes us on unexpected journeys, indeed."

The air in the room seemed to hum with unspoken sentiments, the weight of shared history palpable. Suguru, usually composed in the face of historical mysteries, found himself navigating the unfamiliar terrain of emotions stirred by the reappearance of a significant figure from his past.

With a soft smile, she continued, "I just started here about a month ago. Can you believe it's my first day in the office? Crazy, right?"

Suguru nodded, a mixture of surprise and delight coloring his features. "It's incredible to see you here. How has life treated you?"

She took a step closer, her eyes filled with a shared understanding of the passage of time. "Life's been an adventure, Suguru. But same old same old! How about you? Oh wait, I’m sorry I was being rude wasn’t I? I should ask first. You’re my senpai here now, after all.”

“And what is that, kouhai–chan?”

“Can I invite you to talk?”

He was sure his heart fluttered again.

It was as though he was a child again.

It was cute that she still rambled the same.

The offer lingered in the air, a suspended invitation promising to reignite a connection that had withstood the test of time. Suguru, a historian navigating the structured corridors of his meticulously planned routine, found himself at an unexpected crossroads—a convergence of the rigidity of historical records and the fluidity of the present moment. There, in the confines of his office at Jujutsu High, the familiar contours of academia seemed to morph into a realm where past and present intertwined.

As she stood before him, a warm specter from his youth materialized, and the room underwent a transformation. The once-familiar space expanded, the sun streaming through the glass seemed brighter, and the air he breathed felt charged with the freshness of anticipation. Suguru, usually grounded in the permanence of historical narratives, found himself caught in the ephemeral magic of the present.

"Sure," he whispered back to her, a nod accompanying his words.

In that simple acknowledgment, he granted passage to the possibility of rediscovery—the chance to revisit shared histories and weave new narratives within the fabric of their connection. Suguru gestured toward the office worker lounge, and as they walked, the echo of their footsteps seemed to resonate with the unspoken promise of uncharted territories.

At the vending machine, Suguru pressed buttons with a deliberation that betrayed his inner turmoil. He sighed, attempting to calm the surge of emotions within him. It had been too long, and the familiarity of their past interactions felt like a distant memory. Amidst the hum of the vending machine, he wondered if she remained the same, if her preferences had evolved, if the matcha drink he selected still held a place in her heart. His palms grew damp, his nerves encapsulated in a smile that sought to conceal the whirlwind of emotions within.

Suguru raised the green canned matcha drink, the words escaping his lips with a hint of anticipation, "Do you still like this matcha brand?"

Her smile blossomed in response, a radiant affirmation that carried a sense of delight. "Ah! I do~ It still tastes like heaven to me!"

"I'm glad," Suguru replied, settling into the chair across from her. His gaze lingered on her as she opened the can, a silent observer of the joy painted across her features. The subtle crinkle of the aluminum lid, the effervescent aroma of matcha—these small details seemed to carry the weight of shared memories.

As she took a sip, Suguru couldn't help but watch her, captivated by the genuine pleasure etched across her face. Her smile, a testament to the timeless connection that linked them, unfolded against the canvas of taste.

"It’s been such a long time since I’ve just sat down with you and enjoyed life," she remarked, her eyes reflecting a mixture of nostalgia and genuine warmth. Clapping her hands in a rhythm of remembrance, she set her drink down. "How long has it been since I’ve seen you?"

Suguru's eyes softened with a quiet acknowledgment of the years that had slipped through the hourglass of time. "Too long," he admitted, his voice carrying the weight of unspoken sentiments. "Life really took us on such wild journeys.”

Her gaze lingered on his face, a silent understanding passing between them. "True, but I'm grateful we found our way back to each other. This," she gestured to the matcha drink, "feels like a delicious reunion."

Suguru nodded, the resonance of her words echoing within him, creating a quiet symphony that reverberated through the air. As they sat in the office worker lounge, enveloped in the warmth of shared memories and the familiarity of each other's company, Suguru contemplated the journey that had led them to this moment.

"It's incredible how life brings us back to these connections," he mused, his gaze momentarily fixed on the matcha drink cradled in his hands. "The taste of this matcha seems to carry the essence of the past, doesn't it?"

She nodded in agreement, her eyes tracing the contours of the room as if searching for traces of the years that had passed. "It's like a sip of nostalgia. And in these moments, it feels like time folds in on itself."

Suguru smiled, appreciating the poetic sentiment woven into her words. "Nostalgia has a way of turning ordinary moments into cherished memories."

The atmosphere in the office worker lounge seemed to shift as Suguru indulged in the comforting embrace of his matcha tea from a canned drink. He glanced over at her, a spark of curiosity in his eyes.

"So, I heard you're the new literature professor for the first-year college students?" Suguru inquired, his tone carrying a blend of surprise and amusement.

She nodded, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Guilty as charged. Never thought you'd see the day, huh?"

Suguru chuckled, shaking his head. "I never expected you to turn to teaching. I thought you were already knee-deep in your writing career."

Her laughter echoed in the room as she corrected him, "I was doing editorial work, Suguru. You forgot that already?"

"I didn't forget," he retorted, grinning down at her. "You wanted to be a writer, that's why you decided to dip your toes into the editorial industry, right?"

She pouted, a playful defiance in her expression as she took a sip of her matcha. "That didn't work out as planned."

"Ah," Suguru replied, catching the fleeting glimpse of dejection in her gaze. Deciding to shift the topic, he continued, "Still, you as a teacher."

Her eyebrows arched in question. "Still me, what?"

"You as a teacher," Suguru reiterated, taking another sip of his matcha coffee. "It's not really suitable, don't you think?"

A mischievous glint danced in her eyes as she responded, "Do I really seem like someone who wouldn't enjoy being around youngsters?"

He couldn't help but smile. "No."

"Ah, I didn't miss your honesty!" she groaned in mock exasperation, shaking her head. "It's really so rude, you know."

"Nothing is bad about being truthful," Suguru replied with a playful smirk.

"Bringing me down once again...."

Suguru laughed, the rich sound filling the room. "It's just a surprise. But well, it's a wonderful surprise. Since I get to see you again."

Her eyes softened, a warmth settling in. "Hm, me too.”

For a moment, Geto Suguru felt his cheeks turn red.

He lifts the canned drink once more.

He should ask the cleaning staff about the air conditioner.

"So, Suguru, what's new with you?" she asked, her eyes gleaming with genuine curiosity. The playfulness in her tone hinted at the words she expressed. "Any new intrigue? A new girlfriend? If it's a boyfriend, that's fine too! I'll support you!"

Suguru let out a sigh, a subtle acknowledgment of the routine that had come to define his life. The notion of introducing a romantic element into the equation felt both foreign and improbable. Not when he’s staring at her right now the way he is. He wonders if she would ever notice the way his eyes warmed when he stares at her.

"Not much, just buried in my work as usual. Living this dream of becoming a history professor."

She chuckled, the sound echoing with familiarity. "Always the dedicated one, huh? But you need to loosen up a bit, Suguru. Life's too short to be all work and no play."

His lips curved into a wry smile, appreciating the sentiment behind her words. "Loosening up has never been my strong suit. But who knows, maybe I'll find a way to add a bit of play to the equation."

Her eyes sparkled with amusement. "I'll believe it when I see it. But until then, you’re stuck with me and my chaos!”

“I guess I am.” He smiles wider at the warmth of her words.

As Suguru wove through the tapestry of animated banter and shared laughter, he sensed a delicate warmth blossoming within him, akin to the gently unfurling of petals in the first light of dawn. This warmth transcended the physical embrace of the room and the soothing cradle of his matcha tea; it was a profound resonance emanating from the presence of someone intimately familiar, the beautiful soul with whom he shared a history that gracefully danced beyond the confines of time.

The cadence of her voice painted ethereal strokes in the air, each syllable a melody that resonated with the depths of shared experiences. The sparkle in her eyes mirrored the constellations of laughter that illuminated the otherwise mundane surroundings, transforming the office worker lounge into a sanctuary cocooned in the hues of nostalgia and companionship.

Her proximity created a sacred geometry of familiarity within him, a resonance that echoed through the chambers of his soul. In this haven, the outside world lost its audacity to intrude; time itself became a gentle breeze, allowing Suguru to linger in the fragrant bloom of the moment.

With each sip of his matcha tea, Suguru found himself immersed in the intangible warmth that enveloped him—a warmth woven from the threads of shared memories, the playful cadence of their banter, and the sheer joy of having her near. The ordinary metamorphosed into the extraordinary in her company, and the relentless march of time seemed to acquiesce, granting them the luxury to savor the richness of the moment.

In this quiet sanctuary of connection, Suguru's heart resonated with a profound gratitude for the unexpected reunion. The genuine warmth that radiated within him became a poetic ode to the beauty of shared history, a symphony of emotions kindled by the serendipity of their encounter.

He should have cherished this moment when he had the chance.

He could feel that something was about to happen.

It wasn’t going to feel good.

“Yo, Suguru!” Gojo Satoru's voice echoed with characteristic exuberance, cutting through the ambient hum of the surroundings. He waved his hand in animated greeting as he came rushing toward them, his presence injecting an immediate burst of energy into the atmosphere.

Suguru couldn't help but let a small frown grace his lips; it was a familiar irritation, the kind that accompanied Gojo's interruptions, which always seemed to occur at the most inconvenient times. However, at this particular moment, there was an added layer of frustration that Suguru couldn't quite pinpoint.

"I've been looking for you!"

Suguru pursed his lips, a subtle tension forming in the furrow of his brow. "What do you want, Professor Gojo?"

The formality in Suguru's address carried a hint of restrained annoyance, a testament to the ongoing exasperation he felt regarding Gojo's timing and seemingly perpetual intrusion into his affairs. The air crackled with unspoken tension, setting the stage for the impending exchange between the two distinctly different personalities.

Gojo Satoru's grin widened, seemingly undeterred by Suguru's restrained irritation. "No need to be so formal, Suguru. We're colleagues, after all. Friends too!”

Suguru's gaze remained fixed on Gojo, the frown deepening as he fought to maintain composure. "Colleagues, perhaps, but we have our own spheres of work. Yours usually involves causing disruptions. Even as friends.”

Gojo chuckled, unapologetic. "Disruptions? I'd call it adding a bit of spice to the routine. Anyway, I've got something interesting to discuss with you."

Suguru sighed inwardly, a sense of resignation settling over him. He lets out a small smile. "Fine, what is it that Gojo Satoru needs?”

Before Gojo could respond, his attention shifted to the woman beside Suguru. "And who do we have here?" His eyes twinkled with curiosity as he gave her an exaggerated once-over. "A mysterious addition to our little meeting, Suguru?"

Suguru's irritation deepened, but he introduced them nonetheless. "This is—"

But Gojo cut him off, extending a hand toward her with a charismatic grin. "No need for formalities for the ladies, please. I'm Gojo Satoru, the most handsome, bestest, smartest professor here. And you are?"

She raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Your introduction seems like a lie."

Gojo's grin widened, unapologetic. "Hm, not really. I have the accolades to prove it."

“You are so shameless, you are.”

“But isn’t that what makes me so attractive?”

“Not really.”

Suguru sighed, his breath carrying a mix of exasperation and fond familiarity as Gojo unabashedly praised himself. The eye roll was a well-practiced response, a silent acknowledgment of Gojo's flair for theatrics. Yet, beneath the surface of irritation, Suguru recognized the enduring charm woven into the tapestry of their friendship. The playful banter, marked by Gojo's larger-than-life persona, had become a hallmark of their interactions.

As the verbal jousting continued, the atmosphere in the room became charged with the shared history and unspoken understanding that had accumulated over the years. The camaraderie between Suguru and Satoru wasn't just a product of their professional proximity;

it was a testament to the genuine connection forged through countless shared moments, both mundane and extraordinary. The air crackled with an energy that only true friends could generate, an energy born out of familiarity, shared jokes, and the comfort of being completely oneself in the presence of the other.

Despite Suguru's initial irritation, he couldn't deny the magnetic pull of Gojo's antics. There was a magnetic quality to Gojo's over-the-top personality that drew people in, and Suguru was no exception. The undeniable charm in Gojo's playful exaggerations and theatrical self-praise became a binding force that kept their friendship vibrant and dynamic throughout the years.

It was a charm that transcended the surface-level annoyances, becoming an integral part of the unique bond they shared—a bond that had weathered the tests of time and emerged stronger, laced with the enduring warmth of a friendship that only deepened with each passing year.

“Oh, where were we, darling?”

She hesitated for a moment, then shook his hand. "I'm—"

Gojo Satoru’s eyes widened as he leaned closer to her.

She gulped, surprised at the invasion of her space.

Gojo claps his hands, finally remembering.

“Satoru, you’re making her uncomfortable—”

"Miss ******! Is that you?” Gojo says out loud, seemingly unperturbed by others looking at them. "Is it really you? I haven’t seen you since the last Comiket! I was worried when you said you would be taking a break! I've been a fan of your works for years. I used to buy your work at those stands too! Ah, memories!”

Geto Suguru felt his eyes widen.

Gojo Satoru kept showering her praises.

‘Wait.......The BL mangaka?’

She choked as her hands hid her face. “I abandoned that name so long ago!”

The weight of Gojo's revelation hung in the air, and the room seemed to echo with the collision of two worlds—the fantastical realm of Comiket, where creativity thrived under the guise of pseudonyms, and the reality of their current setting, where identities were laid bare. The unexpected unmasking of the renowned artist behind the pen name left an indelible mark on the atmosphere.

As her hands concealed her face, a mixture of embarrassment and nostalgia played across her features. The name she had left behind resurfaced, propelled into the spotlight by Gojo's exuberant recognition. The pleasant surprise she had anticipated turned into an unforeseen encounter with a past she had consciously distanced herself from.

Suguru, caught in the crossfire of this unanticipated revelation, felt a surge of protectiveness for their guest. The air crackled with a potent blend of emotions—Gojo's unbridled enthusiasm, her visible discomfort, the people around them staring and Suguru's silent plea for moderation. The moment hung suspended, a delicate interplay of past and present, as they navigated the intricacies of unveiling the hidden layers that connected them in unexpected ways.

The woman could only feel horror in her body.

She thought she was safe from the shadows.

She probably would have to quit this job too.