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zoro-sremedy · 1 month ago

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THAT'S WHAT I WANT!

Look, you know it's harder to find in these times But I got nothing but love on my mind (my mind) I need a baby with love in my prime

Synopsis. You tell them they're the prettiest, bestest boys.

Including. Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna, Megumi, Yuji, Shiu, Nobara and Shoko as special guests.

WARNING? fluff, maybe something suggestive, you guys only like smut like c'mon this is cute, some swearing? I don't remember. Sukuna's may or may not be weird, enjoy it anyways lmao

A/N: y'all know the drill, the text thread:

COME SAY IT TO MY FACE, PRETTY

GOJO SATORU—"YOU CAME TO SEE ME?"

You knock once before letting yourself in, and predictably, he's already halfway out of his chair like he's been pacing in anticipation. Gojo Satoru—stronger sorcerer alive, Six Eyes activated, infinity flexed like it's a second skin—looks like he's about to faint from excitement.

"You actually came," he breathes dramatically, hands on his hips like he's witnessing a miracle. "To tell me I'm pretty. In person. I'm honored."

You close the door behind you, lips twitching. "Don't make it weird."

"Oh no," he says, stepping closer, "I'm making it so weird." He's already leaning in, all six feet and whatever of pure cocky chaos towering over you with a twinkle in his eye.

"So? Let me hear it again."

You roll your eyes, stepping into his space anyway, palms flat against his chest. "You're really, really pretty," you murmur. "Like… ruin-me-for-anyone-else level pretty."

Gojo goes stock still for a moment. Then:

"Marry me."

You snort. "You'd propose over a compliment."

"Baby, I'd propose over less. I almost proposed when you brought me coffee that one time."

Before you can respond, he dips down and kisses you—eager, grinning against your lips, like he's been waiting all day for an excuse. His hands frame your face with surprising gentleness, even as he walks you back until your hips hit the desk.

The kiss is slow, deepens, his forehead resting against yours. "You really mean it?" he asks softly, brushing your hair back. "That I'm… y'know. Pretty?"

Your fingers curl in his collar. "You're beautiful, Satoru."

He melts—literally melts—into a puddle of pleased energy, groaning like he's physically pained by the sweetness. Then he's kissing you again, open-mouthed and greedy, mumbling something like, "you have no ides what that does to me," between kisses.

And just like that, the office is full of soft sighs, rustling papers, and Gojo whispering praise right back into your mouth like he's trying to one-up you.

Spoiler: he can't. But he sure as hell tries.

GETO SUGURU—"DISRESPECTFULLY PRETTY"

You don't knock. You never knock anymore.

The door swings open like it's been waiting, warmth spilling out of Geto's apartment along with the earthy, calming scent of tea and whatever incense he lit just to show off. Probably sandalwood. Definitely smug.

And there he is.

Geto Suguru, all soft shadows and dangerous calm, draped in a loose robe and nothing underneath, collarbone on sinful display, hair still damp from a shower. It cascades down one shoulder in thick, dark waves, a few strands clinging to his neck like they missed the towel.

You freeze in the doorway, not even trying to hide your stare.

"See," you murmur under your breath, loud enough for him to hear, "disrespectfully pretty."

His gaze lifts slowly from the book in his lap, mouth quirking up like he knew exactly what effect he'd have on you. Smirk. Smirk.

"I thought you were kidding about coming over just to insult me," he says, voice soft and warm with amusement.

"I said bite," you correct, already shedding your jacket. "Not insult."

"Mmm." He sets his book aside as you close the distance. "Then I suppose I should apologize—"

"You're not sorry."

"No," he admits smoothly. "Not even a little."

Your knees hit the edge of the couch, and he opens his arms in quiet invitation. You don't hesitate. You slide right into his lap, your knees bracketing his thighs, hands sliding into that perfect, soft hair like you've done a hundred times in your head and only a few in real life.

"So what's the verdict?" he hums. "Prettier in person?"

You lean in, close enough your breath touches his lips. "Absolutely disgusting how pretty you are."

And before he can make another smart remark, you bite his bottom lip. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make him feel it—just a nip, a warning, something to make him still beneath you.

"Ah," he exhales, the smile never leaving. "Dangerous girl."

"You smirked."

"And you liked it."

He surges forward, mouth claiming yours with slow-burning heat, one hand cupping the back of your head while the other slips under your shirt at the small of your back. You melt into it, fingers twisting in his hair, legs pulling him closer like instinct. His lips are soft but deep, greedy—but never rough. Just enough pressure to make your pulse stutter.

“I like when you say pretty things,” he murmurs against your temple. “But I like them better in person.”

You turn your head to face him, your knees bracketing his hips, and whisper, “You gonna let me braid your hair later?”

His smile softens. “Only if you stay the night.”

And you kiss him—right then and there, in the quiet, candle-glow room with the softest, most dangerous man you know—because how could you not?

NANAMI KENTO— "SOMETHING SWEET"

Nanami always knocks. Three solid, polite raps before he lets himself in, every time. He does it now, even though you said the door would be open. Even though he's here at your request. Even though you texted "come say thank you in person" like it was nothing, like it didn't send a rare flick of anticipation through his otherwise steady routine.

You meet him at the door, beaming, hoodie-swallowed and barefoot.

"You brought pastries," you note with a grin, pointing at the box.

"You said you liked the ones from the café near the office."

You had said that once. A passing comment, weeks ago.

He set the box down on the kitchen counter while you bounce behind him, peeking over his shoulder.

"You remembered," you murmur, face pressed against his back, smelling the comfort of his smell.

"I remember what's important," he says quiet and honest.

You nuzzle into him from behind, arms slipping around his waist. "That's hot."

He huffs, lips twitching. "You're incorrigible."

"Am I wrong?"

He turns, slowly, placing his hands lightly on your waist. You're still grinning up at him, unashamed.

"No," he admits after a beat, brushing a hand down your back, gentle and firm. "But you do fluster me more than I care to admit."

You press a kiss to his cheek—just shy of the corner of his mouth.

"Good."

And then his hand slides to your jaw. Not rushed. Not forceful. Just decisive. His thumb strokes the skin just beneath your ear as he leans in. His mouth meets yours like he's tasting something rare—like you're another thing he intends to memorize. It's tender, but deeper than the first kiss should be, and your knees almost give at how good it feels to be handled with that kind of control.

When he pulls back, you’re both a little breathless.

“You brought sweets,” you whisper.

“Yes.”

“But you’re the one who tastes good.”

He sighs. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Maybe,” you grin, tugging him by the tie. “But I’ll make it sweet.”

FUSHIGURO TOJI— "THE HAND THAT HOLDS YOU"

You're curled on the couch when Toji arrives, hoodie sleeves tugged over your hands, a half-finished mug of the tea on the table. The front door shuts with a soft thunk, and heavy footstep draw closer—but he doesn't say anything when he sees you.

Just stands there. Looking at you.

"You okay?" you ask softly.

He shrugs out of his jacket and steps into your space like he can't help it, like he's being pulled. "You don't text me like that often."

You smile. "It wasn't meant to be dramatic."

"It wasn't. Just…" he trails off, rubbing the back of his neck. "Caught me off guard."

You reach for his hand without asking. It's warm, scarred, large—so big your fingers can't even wrap around his palm completely. You lift it to your lips and kiss his knuckles.

"I meant it," you say, eyes soft. "I love these hands. Not just what they do to me—but what they mean. You always show up for me with them. You always hold me."

Toji looks down at you like he's not sure what to do with that. His usual smirk flickers but doesn't land. Instead, his fingers flex around yours, gripping just a little tighter.

"You're really trying to make me soft tonight, huh," he murmurs.

"You already are," you whisper, tugging him down to sit beside you.

He does. His arm snakes around your shoulders, your legs end up draped across his lap, and he sinks into the couch like it's the first time he's able to breathe all day. For a moment, neither of you speak. You just rest your head against him, and he runs his hand up and down your back—slow, steady, reassuring.

"You make it easy," he finally says.

"What?"

"Being good. Trying to be… I don't know. A better version of me. You make it feel like maybe I deserve that."

You smile against his chest. "You do."

He leans down and kisses your temple.

And then, after a beat, he mutters, "Still wouldn't mind using these hands for other things, though."

You burst out laughing, smacking his chest. "There's the Toji I know."

"Hey," he says, shrugging with a half-smile, "you started it."

SHIU KONG—"SAY IT AGAIN"

Shiu's always been a complicated man. Cynical. Cold on the outside. Hot as hell in a fight. Impossible to read unless you knew him like you did—like someone who peeled back the armor over time and kissed the bruises underneath.

Which is why when you told him, in the softest voice, "I think you're a good man, Shiu," he blinked like you'd slapped him with a flower.

"You tryna make me throw up?" he muttered. But his hand didn't move from where it curled around yours.

"No," you said, smiling up at him, "I'm trying to say thank you. I see you. You pretend you're not soft but… you kinda are. For the people you care about. For me.

He scoffed, not meeting your eyes. "Soft? Sweetheart, I once broke a man's wrist for using my favorite ashtray."

"And you tucked me in when I was sick last month."

"…That never happened."

"You made me tea."

"That was for me. You just happened to be sick."

You leaned into him, pressing your face to his shoulder. "You keep pretending you don't care. But you do. You care so much."

His breath caught.

You felt it—for just a second—his entire body going still. Like your words landed too deep, in a part of him he'd forgotten how to guard. His hand tightened on your thigh. Then, a muttered, gruff: "You're lucking you're cute."

"I know."

A beat . Then quieter: "You really think that? That I'm good?"

"I wouldn't be here if I didn't."

He looked at you finally, something vulnerable flickering under the sarcasm. "Say it again."

You cupped his cheek, smiled, and whispered, "you're a good man, Shiu."

He kissed you before you even finish that sentence—slow, heated, grateful, like he didn't know what to do with all that affection except press it into your lips, your skin, the places you always let him in.

And if he ended up pulling you into his lap and refusing to let you go for the rest of the night?

Well. Feelings were a crime, and Shiu Kong was officially guilty as hell.

RYOMEN SUKUNA— "ON HIS THRONE"

The throne room is empty save for him, draped in night and firelight. Ryomen Sukuna sits on his obsidian throne like he was carved into it—legs spread wide, arms resting on the jagged ends like a deity expecting tribute. His crown of marks glows faintly, like embers not yet cooled.

You step in with bare feet and a pounding heart, your breath caught somewhere between fear and awe.

He doesn't move. He waits.

You drop to your knees before him.

"Say it," Sukuna commands. His voice rumble through the walls, low and hungry. "Tell me what I am."

You meet his gaze, eyes soft but unflinching. "You're power. Destruction. Fire. But when you touch me, you're home."

He inhales sharply through his nose—just once—and then leans forward like the beast is barely caged.

"Again."

"You're my king," you whisper. "My ruin, my temple. I worship you with everything I am."

He growls low in his chest, and in one swift motion, grabs your chin—not roughly, but firmly enough that your breath stutter—and guides you to your feet only to pull you onto his lap, sideways across his thighs. The throne creaks beneath the movement, but neither of you care.

Your hands rest against his chest, heartbeat staccato. His hand stays on your chin as his eyes roam your face like he's trying to etch every soft part of you into the stone of his memory.

"I don't understand you," Sukuna murmurs, voice rough, forehead pressing to yours. "You kneel like a devotee and sit on my throne like a queen. You bow to me, but it's you who ruins me."

You smile softly. "Good."

He chuckles darkly, then grabs your waist with one hand, the other cradling the back of your head as he kisses you—open mouthed, almost desperate. There's bloodlust in it, yes, but also devotion. A barbaric kind of worship.

When he pulls away, his thumb brushes your lower lip. "You don't bow to me because you fear me. You bow because you choose to. And that…" His voice drops, teeth grazing your throat, "is the only thing more addictive than power."

You settle against him as he leans back, content—for now—to keep you right there on his throne, wrapped in him, like you were made for no other purpose.

ITADORI YUJI— "HUG TAX"

You find him in the common room, hunched over a takeout container and still visibly pink in the cheeks. His hair's a mess, and he's wearing that oversized hoodie you definitely stope from him once but somehow he stole back.

The moment he sees you, Yuji lights up—then instantly hides his face behind his hands.

"Nope. Nuh-uh. Too cute. I'm not ready."

You laugh, walking over and kneeling next to the couch. "You've had like twenty minutes to process one compliment."

"That's not enough time!" he protest, voice muffled by his palms. "You called me the most huggable person in the universe. That's heavy. There are like… aliens out there, probably."

"You're cuter than aliens," you shrug casually, settling in beside him. "Also, I'm here to collect my hug tax."

He peeks at you through his fingers. "There's a hug tax?"

"There is now."

Yuji drops his hands with a resigned little groan—but it turns into a goofy smile as you climb onto the couch beside him and wrap your arms around his waist, nuzzling into his chest. His arms come around you like instinct, big and warm and just the tiniest bit shaky.

"You're seriously gonna kill me one day with all this affection," he mumbles into your hair.

"Happy to be the cause of death."

He laughs—really laughs—and pulls you closer, squeezing tight.

"God, I love you."

You grin into his hoodie. "You'd better."

He huffs a bashful little chuckle and rests his chin on top your head. "Still can't believe I'm the most huggable in the universe though. That's like…. A lot of responsibility."

"You're doing a perfect job."

And he holds you a little tighter, glowing so hard you're surprised the room doesn't burst into light.

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI — "DISASTER BOYFRIEND, SOFT HEART"

You do not listen to him and absolutely show up at his door.

He opens it, hoodie half-zipped, hair pushed back messily like he's run a hand through it a dozen times since your text—and his eyes immediately narrow.

"You're seriously here?"

You just beam. "Told you I wanted to say it to your face."

"I told you to stay put."

He doesn't move, blocking the doorway like the world's least intimidating bouncer—but his ears undeniably pink.

You take a step closer, grin stretching. "What, scared I'll call you beautiful again?"

"You're lucky I like you," he mutters, but he doesn't stop you when you cup his jaw with both hands and gently pull him in for a kiss. It's soft at first, warm and steady.

And then he sighs—like he's finally letting his guard down.

"You're impossible," he mumbles against your lips.

"You like it."

"I tolerate it."

But when you pull back, he's the only one chasing another kiss, one hand sliding around your waist. His voice a low grumble in your ear: "Say that poetic crap again and I swear I'll ruin your night."

"Oh no," you deadpan, eyes twinkling. "Heaven forbid the beautiful man kisses me senseless."

His mouth twitches. "You asked for it."

KUGISAKI NOBARA— "CAN'T TAKE A COMPLIMENT"

You find her on the couch in sweats and a clay mask drying on her face, legs up and an open bottle of nail polish dangerously balanced on a throw pillow.

She doesn't even glance up when you walk in. "Can't moisturize away your charm, babe."

"Gross," she mutters—but she's already trying no to smile.

You lean in and press a kiss to her cheek, ignoring the mask. "Still stunning."

She rolls her eyes so hard you're surprised they don't fall out. "You're such a simp."

"You like it."

"Shut up and kiss me before I throw this nail polish at your forehead."

So you do—long, slow, and with your hand slipping under her hoodie to hold her waist. When you pull back, she's glaring at you like you're the problem, but her cheeks are a telltale shade of pink.

"I hate how good that was," she mutters.

You grin. "Told you. Devastating."

She clicks her tongue. "You really are the worst. But… you're my worst."

SHOKO IEIRI— "CALL IT A HOUSE CALL"

You let yourself into Shoko’s place using the key she insists she only gave you “for emergencies,” and immediately smell cheap incense, red wine, and that citrusy shampoo she never admits to using.

She’s curled up sideways on the couch, long legs tangled in a blanket, wine glass balancing dangerously on her knee. “Took you long enough,” she murmurs without looking up.

“I brought snacks.” You hold up a bag of chips and some chocolate bars like a peace offering.

“Saint.” She finally turns her head and gives you a lazy smile that melts your spine. “Come here and let me kiss the brain damage out of you.”

You toss the snacks on the table, climb onto the couch, and let her pull you in like gravity. Her fingers slip under your shirt just to warm her hands on your skin, and the kiss she gives you is slow, a little tipsy, and entirely intoxicating.

When you pull back, she smirks. “Still hopelessly in love?”

You nod, grinning. “Maybe even worse now.”

She hums, sips her wine, and gestures at your pants. “Good. Prove it.”

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wonysugar · 2 years ago

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birthday party | annyeongz

synopsis : your favorite couple, yujin and wonyoung, come over and give you a personal birthday party.

this is for the beautiful woman that is ena, one of my bestest friends, happy birthday to @pupyuj<33 here’s your gift mwah eat well i hope you had a wonderful day today i love youuu

pairing : gp!yujin x wonyoung x birthdaygirl!reader

genre : smut!!

tags : it’s your birthday!! birthday sex, drunk sex, daddy kink, mommy kink, threesomes, blowjob, g!p yujin, clit play, dirty talk, yknow, that funky stuff, annyeongz are dating! they call you a whore, bitch in heat, all of that stuff yippeee

a/n : this is not proofread sorry if there are any spelling mistakes~~

warnings : none! :]

word count : 1.2k

dingg!

you excitedly jump upon hearing your doorbell and rush over to your front door to open it, immediately greeted by your two best friends, wonyoung and yujin, grinning widely.

“happy birthday!” they yelled in unison as wonyoung went and hugged you, the both of them completely unaware of the fact that they’re still very much in the hallways of your apartment complex. you panicked, gently let go of wonyoung then dragged the couple into your home, quickly.

“not so loud???” you giggled, checking to see if any of your neighbors heard before closing the door instantly as your friends laughed with you, “but thank you so much guys, i’m so glad you could make it.” you smiled softly.

“of course y/n! how could we miss your birthday, c’mon now.” said yujin, settling the cake they bought you down on your living room table. wonyoung, as for her, she gently put down the huge bottle of alcohol on that same table. you stared at her in joking disbelief. in response, she guiltily smiled back at you.

“what? it’s your birthday, you havee to get wasted.” she tried justifying, but you saw past her tricks.

“oh be serious, you totally brought that just so you could get drunk out of your mind.” you responded, earning a joking eye roll from her, and a laugh from her girlfriend.

you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel like getting drunk that night, though.

“ughh stop sulkinggg i already said that i was sorry. i’m sorry i forgot it y/nnn, i’ll bring you your gift tomorrow i promiseee. come on, how can i make it up to you??” affirmed a tipsy yujin as you narrowed your eyes at her, also very intoxicated. wonyoung, on her side of the table, was sat down just like all of you and was quiet as a mouse as she watched it all happen, clearly amused by the scene.

don’t be fooled, though, she was drunk too.

“hmmmm… only way i’d forgive you is… if you and your girl fucked me really well, to be honesttt.” is what unintentionally slipped out of your mouth. they were not lying when they said that the truth comes out when you’re not sober. yujin’s expression changed, her smile dropping by the millisecond.

shit.

shit?? yeah, you were drunk enough to let that happen, but you were also sober enough to grasp that saying that was not something you could just say.

“ahahah– sorry that was.. that was a bad joke-”

yujin laughed as she finally stood up from the ground, unzipping her jeans’ bracket– what the fuck. what the fuck was going on? was she actually gonna fuck you?? why the fuck was she hard??? already???? huh?????

whatever it was, wonyoung liked it, cause when you looked at her with a confused expression, she seemed even more amused now.

“guess we gotta give the birthday girl what she wants, right?”

no seriously what.

“wh– yujin, what are you doing–”

she approached you, then grabbed your jaw, her drunken gaze piercing through your, also very drunken, gaze, “it’s daddy to you now, got it?”

okay. maybe you could get behind this. whatever was going on, you liked it more than you’d like to admit.

you nodded reluctantly. as soon as you did, she smirked and quickly took off her belt, her pants and pulled down her boxers right after, her hard cock springing out. dear god, was it girthy. would it be whorish to say that you drooled a tad bit at the sight? well, even if it was, it was the truth.

“take off your skirt and go sit on mommy’s lap.” she coldly ordered, throwing a glance watching you look up at her as she lightly stroked the whole length of her dick.

with how drunk you were, you tried connecting the dots. since she was daddy, you could only assume that the ‘mommy’ in question was her girlfriend; wonyoung. you looked back at the latter, she was smiling at you with hooded eyes, patting her lap, indicating for you to take a seat. you enthusiastically took off your skirt and crawled over to her, already getting used to the role of the whore they wanted you to be for them.

once you got to wonyoung, her lips immediately met yours, the kiss hungry and passionate. she grabbed you and sat you down on her lap as she kept kissing you from behind, immediately feeling your slick coat on her thigh.

“so needy already, hm baby?” she asked you, moments before tossing aside your hair and planting wet kisses down your neck, earning eager nods and soft whimpers from you. “don’t worry, we’ll take good care of you, right my love?” she added, looking at yujin with lustful eyes. yujin only got closer to you and watched as you melted under her girlfriend’s touch. she was so turned on from the scene, staring back into wonyoung’s eyes like she wanted to eat her whole, and it showed. she eventually looked down at you, slapping her rock hard dick onto your face.

“come on, open your mouth, darling, she’s got a birthday gift for you, you’re not gonna reject it, right?” whispered softly wonyoung into your ear moments before nibbling on it, placing her hand and gently rubbing on your clothed cunt as encouragement.

immediately, you obeyed and took yujin all at once, looking up at her. she didn’t waste any time, either. she forcefully shoved her cock into you, her tip hitting the back of your throat as she grunted, earning multiple, and i mean multiple, gags from you. as for, wonyoung was still teasing your clit through your panties.

“oh you just love daddy’s cock, don’t you, princess?” she asked you, biting her bottom lip as she tried suppressing her low moans, watching you nod as you moaned shamelessly, mouth full, “look at you, sucking me off like a– mmh— fucking whore. tell me you like daddy’s dick, come onnn.. i wanna hear you say it.” she added.

“honey, her mouth is full of you, she can’t even respond to you.” responded your best friend for you, her hand already inside your panties, twirling and playing with your throbbing clit while her other hand was on your waist, helping you ride her thigh.

“do you think the slut’s enjoying— fuckk– having her mouth used, baby?” she asked her girlfriend whilst caressing her soft hair.

“hmm.. she is really drenched, and she is grinding on my thigh like a bitch in heat, sooo… i think she does enjoy it. maybe she even wants you to fuck her throat rougher, don’t you think?”

you felt used, you felt good, you felt... theirs. it was like, at the end of the day, they were just a couple playing with you like a toy on the day of your birthday until you were driven to the edge, and you thoroughly enjoyed every second of it. yujin thrusted into your mouth, wonyoung rubbed your clit as you rode her thigh, and that was going on for a long, until yujin climaxed because, as embarrassing as it may be, feeling her warm load in your droop down your gullet turned you on so much that you just came at that moment.

and just when you thought it was over, wonyoung giggled in your ear,

“you don’t think it’s over already, right? this may be your birthday, but you don’t get to decide. mommy still hasn’t gotten to feel good.” she looked over to a smirking yujin, whose dick was already somewhat hard at the thought again.

oh lord. you were far from being done.

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non-human-character-bracket · 10 months ago

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Non-Human character bracket

This is a bracket to decide the best/most pookiest/blorboest/whatever non-human character

RULES:

By ‘Non-human character’ I mean any character that isn't entirely Human (for example animals, ghosts, vampires, monsters, aliens, robots, dolls, etc.)

No irl animals/robots/whatever, only characters. You get what I mean.

No Ocs

SUBMISSIONS OPEN UNTIL SEPTEMBER 2ND 2024

tags for visibility

@tournament-announcer @ship-colour-scheme-showdown @bestest-dead-best-friend-bracket @its-to-the-death @who-do-i-know-this-man-s3 @ultimate-character-design @who-do-i-know-this-man

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web-novel-polls · 2 years ago

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MXTX Side Characters Upper Bracket

Jin Ling from MDZS

Submission 1: He may be a brat, but he has a good heart and a friendly dog. He thinks he's the main character of a much less intense story which keeps almost getting him killed

Submission 2: Bestest boy in the whole world. He's got a dog! A helicopter uncle! His dad's sword! Yeah he can be a little brat but he's SIXTEEN okay (or thirteen, or whatever, MXTX HELP) and he's got an incredible capacity for forgiveness. He's so good!

Shang Qinghua / Airplane from SVSSS

Submission: He's a sidekick and he's so sidelined that despite creating the universe he's treated as an afterthought - doubly a side character! But also? So relateable. He would absolutely have been on tumblr in his first life, he gets so excited about his blorbo who treats him terribly (until they finally get a happy ending in the extras - also! he has to wait for the extras to get his happy ending! very side-character of him). He holds the fascinating position of being mostly irrelevant to the story and yet without him the themes would totally fail. He deserves a win on something for once, okay?

["Anti-Propaganda" that attacks other characters is NOT allowed. Please only give reasons to vote FOR a character.]

#jin ling #mdzs #shang qinghua #svsss #mxtx #polls #mxtx side characters tournament #mxtx side characters upper bracket #mxtx side characters upper semifinals #queue

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potatoesmoomaddie · 1 year ago

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sexiestpodcastcharacter · 1 year ago

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AI Bracket — Round 2

Propaganda

Imogen (Stellar Firma):

#IMOGEN 💥💥💥💥💥 #she invented a guy to just put them in situations that she couldnt do herself bcs she is . an ai . #she gave this guy to the most horrific man known to anyone and the only help she gave him was . giving him almost the same rights as humans #not according to anyone else but to her yeah #shes an ai who didn't want to work for big evil human corp so she made a guy who could let her not do that #i love her sm #i cannot hear the words ' watch it buster ' without thinking of her #shes soooooo <33333 #man i should relisten to stellar firma i miss her

The Audio Tour Guide AKA Mistholme (The Mistholme Museum of Mystery, Morbidity, and Mortality):

The ATG is a sentient museum audio tour guide for a museum full of spooky artifacts. It is both completely lovely and kind of bitchy

Sentient AI who is a real sweetie. Got pulled into too many adventures after the museum went on lockdown. Gives tours most of the time but is also the museum now and oversees daily goings on

A magic/tech hybrid AI exploring its own personhood and sentience as it grows. Could easily take over the museum it has become a part of but is a very kind soul. Most demanding it has ever been was convincing its friend to pat a cat for it.

It's a tour guide in an alternatural museum. After facing some challenges and dealing with huge problems, guide learns new things about itself and the world around it and makes new friends. Its woe is trusting people (or not only people), forgetting that they might have bad intentions. Guide is the bestest friend ever.

Where do I even begin? The Guide literally exists on those audio tour devices, go look it up its so cute. It had to deal with its growing sentience and new emotions basically on its own. Was treated terribly by the human museum staff and it had to basically debate them until they accepted its new-found personhood (but it still uses it/its yayy)(the staff have since apologized for their actions and treat it equally now). At some point it was hooked up to the museum mainframe which was supposed to be temporary, but as it turns out The Guide is actually great at running the museum and would like to stay this way. This eventually leads to a small identity crisis since it now sees itself as the museum itself, and its consciousness and responsibilities are a lot grander than when it was just a tiny little tour device. But it's figuring that out, and it still likes being the museum, thus The Guide also counts as a sapient location! It becomes besties with a creepy bloodthirsty creature because they share the struggle of being constantly dehumanized. It fucked around with the fae and found out. It has to deal with time travel bullshit. It loves cats! It got to hang out with the embodiment of knowledge itself. And did I mentioned that throughout all of this it still gives museum tours to guests?!! what a cool guy!

Guide my beloved <3 (platonic)

#AI Bracket Round 2 #The Audio Tour Guide #Mistholme #Imogen #I.M.O.G.E.N.#Imogen Stellar Firma #The Mistholme Museum #The Mistholme Museum of Mystery Morbidity and Mortality #Stellar Firma

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bestest-brackets · 7 months ago

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New Bracket Announcement for you!

It’s finally December! And with the new month comes a new Bracket…

The Artists Bracket!!

However, I don’t quite have enough people for this bracket. So, I’m opening up submissions again this time around.

Any fictional artists (e.g. Yuga from The Legend of Zelda, or Fujino Kyo from Look Back) qualify, so if you can think of anyone at all, please submit them!

Submissions for this bracket will be open until Dec. 23. Please consider sharing this around so I can gather as many submissions as possible.

Oh, and feel free to submit more than one character!

#tumblr bracket #bracket #anime bracket #video game bracket #bestest brackets

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linked-across-dimensions · 1 month ago

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Time: The Hero of time, Navi speaks for him due to an injury caused by a wolfos, 2nd link introduced in the comic. Cutie, like look at his lil face, dislikes heights

Mask/Moon: The Hero of Termina, masks both literally and figuratively (hides behind a false persona) Punching bag #1, silly milk enjoyer

PLEASE reblog if you vote!! so more people can see!!

You are allowed to supply your own propaganda for the boys!! (This could be a drawing, or a paragraph talking about how cool they are, spamming their name a bunch in the tags it's up to you!!)

(tags: @a-sunlighthouse-lamp )

#linked across dimensions #lad #linkverse #not lu #please don't tag as lu #links meet au #the legend of zelda #lad extras #lad moon #lad mask #lad time #lad bestest boy bracket #I think I know who's going to win but you never know

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bl-bracket · 9 months ago

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Greenest Flag - Loser's Bracket Round 2: JJ (This Love Doesn't Have Long Beans) vs Min (Kidnap: The Series)

[Submitted Reasons Under Cut]

JJ: "JJ is the bestest best friend anyone could ask for. He will give you the hard truth about where your decisions will lead you, but he will also be there to support you when you fall apart. He will pay your bills when you’re broke and throw hands at a billionaire that he doesn’t even know just to defend your honor. Even when he hates a patient that he’s been assigned to, he will not hesitate to provide care and will also go above and beyond in order to make sure that patient doesn’t feel lonely while recovering. Just because he’s falling for someone doesn’t mean he will put aside his own principles regarding the way money is used. Gentrification pisses him off and he supports community development instead. JJ may be prickly and snarky on the outside, but he’s deeply altruistic, sensitive to the needs of others, and nervous about opening his heart."

Min: "Sure, he kidnapped you but he’s blowing on your food for you and sleepwalk proofing your room and holds you when you have nightmares"

"Min is such a green flag he can't even properly kidnap and murder his target, and his target knows it. He sleeps with a doggie plushie at night. He would do anything (except commit murder) for his little brother. He finds out his kidnapee suffers from sleepwalking and immediately researches how to let him sleep safely."

#bl bracket #bl drama #bl shows #jj #jj tldhlb #tldhlb #this love doesn't have long beans #min #min kidnap #kidnap the series #lb round 2 #green 2

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march-gay-shipping-madness · 1 year ago

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WHO SAYS MARCH MADNESS IS ONLY ABOUT BASKETBALL?

Hello and welcome! For those of you who don't follow sports, March is a time of hot-blooded rivalry! And this site loves nothing more than fighting about gay shipping, so why not embrace the March Madness spirit? Here, your favorite gay ships will duke it out in a five-round bracket, and only one will come out on top!

The long and short of it:

Submitted ships must be gay. Obviously this includes M/M and F/F ships, but ships where one or both parties are nonbinary are also allowed.

Fictional characters only.

This tournament will have 32 entries, which I will personally select. Please do not spam submit, you only need to do it once.

Submissions will close on February 18th.

The tournament will officially begin on February 25th.

Each round will last for one week.

No botting.

Propaganda is allowed and encouraged.

I would hope that everyone would behave themselves, but I understand that's a pretty big ask. At the very least, be nice to the mod.

Most importantly, HAVE FUN!

SUBMIT YOUR SHIPS HERE! AND MAY THE BESTEST GAYEST SHIP WIN!

#tumblr poll tournament #shipping tournament #gay ships #poll bracket #march gay shipping madness

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weeb-polls-with-pip · 1 year ago

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Autistic Anime Boys Prelims - Propaganda Division - Round 2

Propaganda:

Amuro -

"Being a Newtype is just space autism to me. But also he sucks at falling in line in a structured environment, would rather work with machines than talk to people, and is only allowed as a child soldier because he's the bestest at big robots."

Kyouya -

"what's there to say? you know him. you love him. vote kyoya."

Euini -

"I relate a lot to his social anxiety, especially his performance anxiety that occurs when he's being watched by people, particularly due to his stress at needing to follow the plan/do things the "proper" way in order to not feel like he's a failure. he also stands like a lil autistic kid and i appreciate him so much for that.

(LIGHT SPOILERS) basically, he has a test that he needs to take in order to advance as a witch, and he keeps failing it because he cant perform properly while being watched by other people, even though he knows the "right" spells to use and why he's supposed to use them. on his third attempt of the test, he's prepared a "script" to use so that he can follow it and not worry about failing in the moment (in this case, his script is a hand-written book of the proper spells to use and the order in which he's supposed to use them), but when a part of the exam changes, he's no longer able to follow his script. because he's been taught all his life that there's only one proper way of doing things, his way of thinking is very rigid and he's not able to deviate from his plan without panicking. luckily, one of his fellow examinees (richeh from the autistic anime girls poll 💕) is able to convince him to try and change the way that he does things to something that is more attuned to his personal needs- basically change the way that he casts his spells and which spells to use so that he doesn't need to struggle with doing things in the way that everyone says that he should; the way that he cant seem to manage. but, even before richeh helped him with that though, he was still finding way to modify the "proper" spells a little bit to better suit his weaknesses. he was trying so hard to fit in to the mold that witch society gave him, but it just wasnt right for him and he was making it work however he could."

Aoi -

"He has a very devoted special interest in the idol Takada-chan, which he frequently imagines in fights and other situations… the moment someone (Itadori) expresses equal interest in something he is passionate about, he immediately declares them besties and brothers and creates a whole elaborate shared history for them that doesn’t actually exist. He’s not really interested in connecting with people who don’t share his interests. He’s seen as somewhat strange and eccentric. Though in the present he is respected because of his strength as a sorcerer, as a child he was very isolated."

Floyd -

"Has no emotional regulation skills and will make it everyone's problem. Prone to mood swings and can get angry at the drop of a hat, but can also be so goofy, silly, and lovely. Sways side to side for that good good stim, and loves to squeeze others (with violent intent and affectionate intent). Who doesn't love a good pressure stim? His interest in things can be fleeting, and his motivation to do things can change as quickly as his mood. Spontaneous and feral extraordinaire."

Apollo -

"Not canonically autistic but he has ZERO volume control plus he scripts/repeats stuff (“I’M FINE!!!”), sometimes mimics other people’s speech patterns (like replying “ja” to Klavier), sensitive to loud noises (stayed backstage at a concert cuz it was too loud) and bright lights (complained about the stage lights being too bright at the same concert + screamed when opening the hatch to the bright stage at magic show), and has been really into space since he was a kid, which could definitely be a hyperfixation (not to mention how he read every single one of Phoenix’s old case files back when he admired him). Plus he’s a little TOO normal, to the point where it circles back around to making him the odd one out, which is absolutely what masking feels like for me. Even when he tries to be fun and weird he gets strange looks/made fun of for not being weird in the right way. The list of autism symptoms is just a checklist for him at this point."

Ash -

"he just has those vibes ya know?"

Shou -

"His special interest is math. He uses math terms in regular conversations and calls people yoctograms/zeptograms which earned him monikers such as "math man" and "pi-face". Speaking of Pi, he once shouted 155 consecutive digits of it through a megaphone just because he could. He's so normal."

Sunny -

"Sunny has been told that his face is not expressive. He doesn't talk a lot and he often gets lost into his imagination. He is a great listener and recalls a lot of information being told he has a great memory (he is able to remember a whole speech about flower symbolism that his friend told him) He is compared to a cat."

Yuu -

"He’s like if an emo programmer boy was also completely unhinged and also had a tragic backstory."

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