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devilish-cherry · 4 months ago

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ᨳ♡₊➳ jujutsu kaisen x reader

ᨳ♡₊➳ crack with plot

"You hate your job. The pay is bad, your manager is worse, and customers are somehow both entitled and clueless. Just as you finish contemplating whether unpaid breaks are a human rights violation, weird new people keep showing up to the café. They all seem to know each other. Sometimes they talk in cryptic phrases. What the hell is this domain and why do they want to expand it? One time, a man with stitches on his forehead walked in, made prolonged eye contact with you, and then left without ordering anything. You’re pretty sure he was a serial killer. Another time, the one with white hair and sunglasses indoors mentioned a "higher mission", and you’re 90% sure this is how cult documentaries start. One of your regulars only speaks in weird food-related phrases. You assume he has some kind of medical condition, but no one explains anything to you. But you are not about to ask questions, because ignorance is bliss and also job security. And unfortunately, they are all weird and they seem very interested in coming back."

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ᨳ♡₊➳ a/n: nanami lovers come get y'alls food

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You could tell it was going to be a bad day the moment Greg the Manager said, "You got this!" before immediately disappearing into the back to not help you.

Greg had a habit of vanishing like a mirage whenever actual labor was required. If someone spilled an entire oat milk latte on the floor? Greg was gone. If a customer started a full-blown argument about why they should get free refills on an espresso shot? Greg had already ascended to another plane of existence. You were convinced that if the café ever caught fire, Greg’s survival instincts would have him teleporting to another country before the flames even reached the register.

Which meant that during the morning rush, when three separate customers decided to be human disasters at the exact same time, you were on your own.

Disaster #1: A guy aggressively insisted that his cappuccino did not have enough foam, despite the fact that it was all foam. You showed him. He stared at it like it had personally betrayed him. Then he said, “No, but like… more.” You fantasized about launching him into the sun.

Disaster #2: Some finance bro tried to pay with crypto. Just held up his phone with a QR code and said, “Do you guys take Ethereum?” You had to explain, with the patience of a kindergarten teacher, no, you do not take Ethereum, that this was just a café.

Disaster #3: An elderly woman came in and asked for “Just a plain coffee, dear.” You gave her a plain coffee. She stared at it in disgust and asked, “Where’s the hazelnut, the cream, the froth, the caramel?” You reminded her she asked for plain coffee. She gasped in betrayal, like you had taken her firstborn child.

It was too early for this. You were suffering.

Then when the morning rush finally slowed, and you had approximately thirty seconds to consider faking your own death, the bell jingled.

You turned, sighed, and mentally braced yourself.

Standing in the doorway, looking like he already regretted every decision that had led him here, was Kento Nanami.

Now, normally, you wouldn’t fear a customer. But Nanami wasn’t just any customer.

Nanami was a man with standards.

He stepped inside with the slow, deliberate movements of a man stepping into enemy territory. His eyes scanned the café—taking in the flickering light in the corner, the questionably sticky floor, the espresso machine currently making noises like R2-D2 in distress.

You watched as his jaw visibly clenched. Then, with the air of a man mentally calculating the exact moment his soul left his body, he turned to you and said, flatly:

“…Coffee.”

His tone carried the weight of a thousand disappointments.

You gave him a tight-lipped smile, already reaching for a cup. “What kind?”

“The kind that keeps me from quitting my job.”

"Ah. Great choice."

You started his order, because Nanami seemed like the kind of man who would sue you if you took too long.

As you worked, you could feel him watching you in the way someone watches a building slowly collapse, calculating how much money it’ll take to fix it. You glanced up and, yep. There he was, observing your entire workplace with the deep, profound disappointment of a man who once believed in something.

“…Is this place even up to health code?” he asked, voice heavy with the kind of exhaustion that only corporate life could instill.

You shrugged. “Depends. Does emotional trauma count as a contaminant?”

Nanami inhaled sharply. Like he had so many follow-up questions, but he already knew the answers would only bring him pain

He rubbed his temples. “How long have you worked here?”

“Too long.”

You rang up the order, but before you could say the total, Nanami narrowed his eyes ever so slightly, gaze snapping to the handwritten tip jar sitting next to the register.

You had labeled it “THERAPY FUND (I Need It).”

Nanami stared at it.

Then, very slowly, he turned back to you.

“Barista,” he said, voice as grave as if he were delivering a eulogy. “Are you underpaid?”

Oh no.

You had expected at least a few minutes of polite small talk before things derailed into an existential crisis. But no. Nanami had walked in, assessed your suffering, and decided that labor rights violations were the only thing worth discussing today.

See, here’s the thing: Nanami was not the kind of customer you wanted asking this question.

Most people just laughed when they saw the tip jar. Some customers tossed in a few coins. Gojo once put in Monopoly money just to be annoying.

But Nanami?

Nanami had stopped functioning. He was just standing there, staring at you like this was a personal attack on his fundamental values.

"I mean…" You glanced toward Greg the Manager, who was still pretending to be useful. "I'm paid exactly what Greg thinks I'm worth."

Nanami followed your gaze. His expression darkened. His head then slowly turned toward Greg the Manager.

Greg the Manager, sensing a disturbance in the force, looked up, and gave him a lazy thumbs-up. “What’s up, man?”

"You are a terrible employer," Nanami stated calmly.

Greg the Manager blinked. "Huh?"

Without breaking eye contact, Nanami asked, "Are you even qualified to be a manager?"

Greg the Manager grinned and shrugged. “Dude, I got promoted because the last manager quit in the middle of a shift. Left a note that just said ‘don’t let the void consume you.’”

"Increase their pay. Immediately," Nanami ordered, taking a slow, deliberate sip of his coffee like this was an organized coup.

Greg the Manager looked at you. Then at Nanami. Then at Candy Crush on his phone, like he was experiencing a full-blown existential crisis.

Finally, after what was possibly the longest pause in managerial history, he sighed and said, "We don’t have the budget for that."

Nanami closed his eyes. Like he was counting to ten so he didn’t commit a crime.

"I see," he said, calm but deadly.

You, deeply entertained but also slightly terrified, just leaned on the counter. "Yeah, I kinda figured that was gonna be the answer."

“Do you need me to unionize this café for you?” he asked, completely serious.

You choked.

“Wh—what?”

Nanami took off his blazer.

Oh god. Oh no. Oh absolutely not.

“I could do it,” he continued, rolling up his sleeves like he was about to commit a felony in the name of labor justice. “It wouldn’t be difficult.”

“No, no, no,” you said quickly, waving your hands in surrender. “I need this job. And more importantly, I need Greg to not fire me for trying to overthrow the capitalist machine during an unpaid break.”

Nanami narrowed his eyes.

“So you don’t even get paid for your breaks?”

You realized too late that you had given him more ammunition.

He put down his coffee and walked around the counter.

Fifteen minutes later…

Despite your best efforts to defuse the situation, Nanami refused to leave. Instead, he took it upon himself to observe the café.

"Uh," you said, watching as Nanami surveyed the espresso machine like a general strategizing a war. "What are you doing?"

"Fixing things," he replied.

And then. He started working.

Like, full-on working.

Nanami had entirely taken over.

He was managing the café now.

Not because anyone had asked him to, but because he simply could not stand the inefficiency.

He organized the supply shelves.

He rewrote the entire employee schedule in under five minutes.

Greg was banned from touching anything mechanical.

He timed how long it took for Greg to actually respond to an employee’s request. (Four and a half minutes. Greg was playing a very intense round of Candy Crush.)

He watched you make drinks without proper training, without proper equipment, and without proper will to live then helped you.

And the best part?

Customers actually listened to him.

At one point, a woman tried to use an expired coupon.

Nanami just looked at her.

And she left without arguing.

You had never seen anything like it.

By the time your shift neared its end, the café had never been more efficient. The line moved quickly, orders were accurate, and for the first time in forever, you weren’t experiencing an existential crisis every five minutes.

Nanami took a slow sip of his coffee. Nodded, approving.

“This could be a functional workplace,” he remarked.

Greg the Manager, completely baffled, finally found his voice.

"Uh," he said, scratching the back of his neck. "Do you… do you wanna work here?"

Nanami, in the most disgusted tone you had ever heard, responded with a flat:

"I would rather be hit by a bus."

He grabbed his coffee and headed towards the exit.

Fair.

And before he walked out, Nanami paused at the door, turned back, and said, completely seriously, with the voice of a man who had seen the horrors of corporate greed firsthand and was deeply, profoundly upset that you were willingly suffering through them—

“You deserve better than this place.”

And then he left.

Greg the Manager whistled. “Damn. Do you know if he's single?"

A few days later, your shift had started like any other mind-numbingly average shift.

You were in the middle of contemplating whether or not you could legally refuse service to people who ordered drinks with more adjectives than actual ingredients when you felt it. A sudden disturbance in the atmosphere.

It wasn’t anything obvious, but something about the café suddenly felt... wrong.

The espresso machine sputtered ominously, the fluorescent lights flickered just once, and the muffin guy in the corner finally looked away from his muffin, like even he could sense the disturbance in the air.

The door swung open with all the grace of a police raid.

It was Yuji. Sweet, cheerful, golden retriever in human form Yuji, who usually bounced into the café like he was the protagonist of a slice-of-life anime. But today?

Today, Yuji slinked in like he was some kind of villain in a psychological thriller. His whole posture had shifted—his shoulders squared, his head held high, a smug smirk tugging at his lips like he’d just orchestrated the downfall of a small nation.

Today, something was deeply wrong with Yuji Itadori.

Yuji Itadori, the human embodiment of sunshine, had walked in looking like he had just finished his villain arc.

The first thing you noticed was the grin. It wasn’t friendly. It wasn’t normal. It was sharp and smug, like he knew things you didn’t. It practically screamed, I would gaslight, gatekeep, and girlboss if given the chance.

You blinked at him.

Then you blinked harder.

Because Yuji, your number-one most harmless customer, now had face tattoos.

And red contacts.

And some kind of makeup that made it look like he had four eyes.

What in the Spirit Halloween was this?

“…Uh. You good?” you asked, hesitant.

Yuji (?) grinned at you, and you immediately regretted all your life choices.

“Barista,” he said, his voice deeper, richer, like the audio settings had been cranked to "Villain Monologue."

“...Yes?”

Yuji (??) tilted his head, watching you with an expression that was just this side of amused. “What pitiful existence is this? Shackled to the whims of labor, toiling away for mere scraps. Your suffering is profound, lowly peasant."

…Huh.

Okay. That was new.

You blinked, internally processing the fact that someone had just called you a lowly peasant in real life. You had encountered a lot of weird customers, but never one who spoke like a Final Boss trying to recruit you to the dark side.

“…You want a drink?” you asked, deadpan.

Yuji (???) tilted his head, smirking. Then, with the audacity of someone who had never experienced the horrors of customer service, he said: “Ah, you are not as foolish as you look. Give me a black coffee."

Wow. Okay. Somebody thinks they’re edgy.

For a second, you considered saying just that, but decided against it, because rent existed and so did unemployment. Instead, you just nodded like the underpaid, overworked soldier you were.

“Sure. One black coffee.”

You had seen a lot of weird things working here, but this? This was a new level of concerning.

The face tattoos, paired with the weird four eyes effect (which you assumed had to be some next-level Halloween makeup), it made him look like he was either an anime villain or a kid who got way too into Hot Topic in 2009. And the way he was looking at you? Like he was already planning your demise? Like he was debating whether he wanted to drink his coffee or use it to summon a demonic entity?

You knew exactly what this was.

Yuji had an alter ego.

And apparently not a fun alter ego, like a guy who only comes out on weekends to party. No, this was a full-blown anime villain alter ego. One that absolutely vaped in the school bathroom and got into fights over stupid things like “who looked at me wrong.”

You didn’t get paid enough for this.

"Make it strong," he sneered.

You stared at him. "Wouldn’t dream of making it weak."

Yeah. You were deeply, deeply concerned.

But, like all things in this job, you simply ignored it and did your job. Because you did not get paid enough to ask questions. With your usual efficiency, you made the black coffee, because unfortunately, that was your job, and placed it in front of him. “Enjoy.”

Yuji eyed the coffee cup like it had personally offended him, then looked at you. “You dare serve me coffee in such a humble vessel?”

You looked at the cup. Then back at him. “You want a goblet or something?”

He smirked. “Ah, you do have some wit.”

You didn’t like how pleased he sounded. He picked it up, and took a slow sip. Then, ever so slightly, his eyes narrowed. His upper lip curled.

“…What the hell is this?” he muttered.

“Black coffee,” you said flatly. “Like you asked for.”

Yuji made a noise of profound offense. “It is bitter.”

Your deadpan stare could have melted steel. “Yes. That’s what black coffee is.”

Yuji clicked his tongue in distaste. “This is an insult.” He shoved the cup back at you like you had personally wronged him. “Remedy this.”

You sighed. “Okay. How about I just add sugar?”

Yuji considered this. Then, begrudgingly, he nodded. “Very well. But do not disgrace my drink.”

You poured in exactly one sugar packet, stirred it, and handed it back. He took another sip—

And then narrowed his eyes, looking at you like you had just personally surprised him. His eyes flickered, as if waging a silent internal war. You swore you saw his jaw tense.

Then, after a very long pause, he muttered, “…Acceptable.”

“Uh. Thanks?”

Before you could even process the fact that you had somehow earned the approval of whatever persona Yuji was currently cosplaying, he turned—and proceeded to roast every single customer in the café. He leaned back against the counter, looking around the café with the slow, deliberate assessment of a man who had already decided he was better than everyone here.

Then, with the confidence of a man who believed himself to be a god, he sneered, “This place is full of idiots.”

Okay. Wow.

You stood there, watching as he proceeded to roast every single customer in the café like it was his divine right.

“That weakling in the corner?” He jerked his thumb toward some poor college student trying to write an essay. “His posture is absolutely pathetic.”

The innocent college student looked up, deeply confused and a bit hurt.

Then he turned to some girl at a table near the window. She looked up, mid-sip of her drink, just in time for him to smirk and say, “You look like you order matcha lattes.”

She gasped in pure horror as if he had personally insulted her entire bloodline.

He sneered at an elderly woman. “Trembling hands, weak posture… You are but a breath away from oblivion, hag.”

Oh my God.

She just smiled at him. “Oh, you kids and your funny little jokes!”

He blinked. Then scoffed and turned away, muttering something about "insufferable fools" under his breath.

At this point, you were begging someone to explain what the hell was happening.

You should stop this. You should stop this.

…But you were also kind of invested.

“Oh look,” he sneered, eyes landing on Greg the Manager, who had been doing nothing as usual. “A man who’s mastered the ancient art of pretending to work.”

Okay, well. That one was fair.

And then he set his sights on the espresso machine.

The espresso machine, naturally, took that moment to emit a guttural, otherworldly groan—one that sounded less like it was brewing coffee and more like it was summoning a demon from the seventh circle of hell.

He stared at it. It hissed.

You swore he narrowed his eyes like he was assessing a battlefield opponent. Then, after a long pause, he let out a dark chuckle.

“…This machine is cursed beyond mortal comprehension.”

You stared at him. "You done?"

He exhaled, clearly unimpressed by the café and everything in it. "For now."

Then, without another word, he turned and walked out the door, exuding the kind of ominous aura that suggested he was about to go stand on a rooftop somewhere and monologue about the nature of existence.

Wonderful. You loved your job.

The café was silent and then, minutes later—

The door slammed open.

Yuji rushed in, breathless, frantic, eyes wide with panic. He looked deeply horrified. He looked like a man who had just woken up from a fugue state and realized he had committed multiple felonies.

“Oh my god,” he gasped, hands on his knees, like he had just sprinted a marathon, and looking at you with absolute devastation. “I— I am so sorry— please, please don’t ban me—”

“...What the hell was that?” you asked, even though, frankly, you didn’t actually want the answer.

Yuji laughed nervously. “Uh. Would you believe me if I said ‘don’t worry about it’?”

“No.”

“Cool! Because, uh, I really can’t explain.”

You stared at him. He stared back.

Then, very slowly, you reached for a rag and began aggressively wiping down the counter.

“Alright,” you muttered. “Not my problem.”

“Wait, seriously? You’re just gonna ignore this?”

“Yuji, I have seen so many things at this job that I actively choose to ignore,” you said flatly. “This is just another one.”

Yuji looked like he wanted to argue. Then he sighed, shoulders slumping. “Yeah, okay. That’s fair.”

Unfortunately for you, this wasn’t the last time it happened.

Because 'Sukuna'—as you’d overheard Yuji frantically whispering to himself—returned.

Twice.

In one week.

You were growing concerned.

The first time, he strutted in like a menace, demanded another black coffee, insulted two customers, and then dipped like he had better things to do.

The second time, he walked in, took one look at Greg the Manager, and muttered, "This establishment is doomed."

Honestly? Hard to argue.

₊⊹. tag list: @alpha-mommy69

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indigosunsetao3 · 15 days ago

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You walk past the new gym every morning to see four extremely large, intimidating men working out. You saw it on accident one morning, but since then, you’ve made it a habit to walk that way to work. Seeing them sweat, push one another for one more rep, and challenge each other makes something in your stomach squirm.

You tell yourself you’re being a creep, that this will be the last time. But then, as if the universe heard you trying to take away the highlight of your day, you see a sign up paper in the window. One free month.

A month wouldn’t hurt.

You could just walk on the treadmill and watch them. Get the fantasies and thoughts out of your head, then slip away into the night. Like the stalker you were.

You sign up using the QR code with your phone and show up the next morning. It’s strangely empty except for your the four men were there. Already deep in their workouts, with towels tucked in their shorts or tossed over shoulders. Sweet dripping down their backs and faces as they do yet another set of pull ups.

Staking claim to a treadmill, you get to walking, doing your best not to downright stare now that you have an uninterrupted view. It’s difficult, especially when the grunts and pants of exertion make your toes curl.

They don’t pay you too much mind the first few days. But then the biggest, and scariest, of the four approaches you, and asks why you never use any of the other equipment. You stammer out your lack of knowledge or skill and he shushes you saying he’ll show you himself.

You don’t question him or try to tell him no. You feel silly as you learn on the lightest weights as they lift barbells stacked to your body weight like it’s nothing. Your exact weight, actually. Weird.

Week two, Kyle, as he introduces himself, notices you limping a bit. Bit stiff getting on and off the equipment and groaning as you stand. He offers to help you stretch properly. Laying you out on the floor and bending you this way and that. Getting you to groan and sigh in relief as his palms brace your thighs.

Week three, Johnny has you watching him to perfect your form. He asks you to look at how straight his back is in a push-up and feel how his abs move on the standing crunch machine. Then he has you doing the same moves with his hands across your abdomen and back, making sure your core is tight. He grips you a bit hard as you fight to get that last push up grunting from the effort.

By the time your last free week rolls around, you're beginning to question your plan. This was supposed to be a month of getting these guys out of your system. A month of all the fantasies your heart could desire, then walking away. But you don’t want it to end. And it seems they don’t want it to finish either. John approaches you with an offer to continue your trial. You tell him you can’t afford it, not even knowing the price, you can’t take on another expense.

John insists it’s okay. He says he talked to the manager and worked out a deal. You’re making such progress, and they’d miss the company if you left. They need more people using the gym to attract customers anyway.

Which, you realize, is just you and these four guys. There are never any other patrons there. You assumed it was because of how early you’d all work out. But even in the evenings on your way home the space is barren. No one using the equipment and the lights dim.

You agree, sheepishly.

John gives you a wicked grin and a form that oddly has all your information on it already. You just need to read it over, so you start going through all the boring legal parts. But you can feel them all staring as you go paragraph by paragraph. Johnny is standing right next to you with a pen, eager and all smiles. The pressure makes you flip to the last page and just sign. It’s not like they could lock you into something that bad, right? It’s just a gym membership.

“Now the real training begins,” Simon states quietly, pulling the ten page contract out of your hands as Kyle pulls the blinds and flips the lock.

#real life PSA don’t scan QR codes you don’t know #people out here stealing information anyway they can #tw: coercion #tw: stalking #tw: kidnapping #Creeping from both parties #call of duty #cod #call of duty fanfic #ghost cod #soap cod #gaz cod #price cod #141 x reader #x reader #x gn reader

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ishido-enjoyer · 8 days ago

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My first trip to Japan - Day 1

~17 hours of flying + a 90-minute bus ride from Osaka to Kyoto. Kansai International Airport was massive and chaotic and between being worn out from the long flight and just generally overwhelmed by big crowds and unfamiliar surroundings, it took a while for me to get my bearings. Mild weather but way more humid than the part of the US I’ve been living in for the past decade.

Japan has made their customs process fully digital. Before we boarded the flight to Osaka we were all instructed to scan a QR code that would take us to the official Visit Japan website to take care of what we would need for customs upon arrival. You have to make an account, fill out a 15-part questionnaire, then, once you’re all done, you receive a QR code that you need to scan along with your passport once you arrive in Japan and go through customs. It seems like it should be more streamlined this way but it didn’t feel like it; by the time I’d left Kansai International I’d had to go through the QR code/passport scanning and approval process three different times, first at a kiosk and then twice at two different manned stations. My passport was stamped at the first of these. I’m not sure what the point of the second one was.

I kind of wandered aimlessly for a while before finally locating where I needed to go to find a bus to take me to Kyoto. Attempted to have the conversation with the woman working the bus info station in Japanese; it started off well enough but I just couldn’t keep up with her and after I threw in the towel with an embarrassed “Wakarimasen, sumimasen,” she switched to English for me. But she was very kind about it and super helpful, and a few minutes later I was on a bus to Kyoto.

The bus ride was great just because it was my first real glimpse of Japanese scenery. Osaka is officially the biggest city I’ve ever been to; it’s just a massive sprawl. I still want to see Osaka Castle, but I’m planning to stick to Kyoto for the first couple of days at least (I’m here for thirteen days).

The bus ended up dropping me off literally right in front of the hotel I booked, so, big win there. It’s also right across from Kyoto Station, so getting around should be pretty convenient. For a relatively cheap hotel it’s actually pretty nice. When I checked in the young woman who helped me out informed me that because I was staying for so many nights, they had upgraded my room for free. The room came with slippers, pajamas, the deepest bathtub I’ve ever seen that isn’t a jacuzzi, and the toilet seat is *heated*. There’s also a bidet but I haven’t worked up the courage to try it yet. >_>

The hotel restaurant ended up being fully reserved so I walked across the street to 711 to find something cheap for dinner. Japanese 711s have a pretty legendary reputation and from what I saw today it’s well-deserved. I failed abysmally to communicate coherently in Japanese with the female cashier and then fumbled my way through using the unfamiliar payment machine. She was amused but also very kind and helpful. I will do better tomorrow.

Haven’t really decided where I’m headed tomorrow morning, but after this heavy travel day I kind of just want to take it a bit easy tomorrow and just maybe visit some of the nearby temples.

#the relentless picspam begins tomorrow #Japan Trip 2025 #Japan #travel #Osaka #Kyoto

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kyoshovillage · 28 days ago

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【FIRST Mini-Z 新製品入荷情報】

No.66616「マッハ GoGoGo」　新発売！　8,008円(税込)

白いボディに赤い「M」マークが特徴的なマッハ号は、タツノコプロが1968年に制作した自動車レースをテーマにしたアニメ作品「マッハGOGOGO」の主人公三船剛が操縦する特殊��機能を搭載したスーパーカーです。

クラシカルで流麗なフォルムを持った流線型の車体は、1960年代のレーシングカー（特にF1やスポーツカー）をモチーフにしており、当時としては非常に未来的でスタイリッシュなボディラインが印象的です。

物語は主人公の三船剛が特殊な機能を搭載したスーパーカー「マッハ号」を駆り、世界各地のレースで活躍する物語。ダイナミックなカーアクションに加えサスペンスや人間ドラマも描かれ、当時の子供たちを中心に人気を博しました。

また海外でも「Speed Racer」というタイトルで放送され、現在でも根強いファンがいます。2008年にはハリウッドで実写映画化もされました。

【動画：YouTube】

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皆様のご来店を心よりお待ちしています。

＜ To customers visiting from overseas ＞

■KYOSHO VILLAGE is JAPAN TAXFREE SHOP.

Please Have an original passport or Visit Japan Web Tax Free QR code.

※Required when receiving TAXFREE service.

#kyoshoegg #firstminiz #マッハGOGOGO #speed racer #kyoshovillage #KYOSHO #japantaxfreeshop #Youtube

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griffinscantdraw · 3 months ago

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New update. New brushes. Y'all can have them

#griffinscantdraw #art #custom brushes #ibispen #ibis paint #brush code #qr code #disabled artist #artists on tumblr #custom brush #ibispaintx #brush pack #free to use

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sebthechosenone · 3 months ago

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I watched Nintendo direct so you don’t have to

Games coming

Borderlands 4 in 2025 on switch two

Civilization VII on switch two

WWE and NBA 2k coming

Survival Kids???

Gungeon 2

Starseeker 2026

Deltarune coming? Chapters 3 and 4

Cyberpunk 2077

Final fantasy VII remake

System overview

Big screen, same thickness

High def

120 FPS

HDR Support. Vivid

Joycon magnetic

Bigger sl sr buttons

Larger control sticks

You can use the joy cons as a mouse

Better audio

Built in mic for voice chat

3D audio makes it immersive

New stand that’s adjustable

Two USB ports, one on top and one on bottom that can be used for charging or connecting an extra camera

256 gigabytes of storage

New dock with better support

Better cooling for the mechanics on the dock

Compatible most Nintendo switch games

ZELDA GAMES DAMN YEAH

BOTW IS COMPATIBLE

SO IS TOTK

DETAILS FOR THE SWITCH TWO VERSIONS:

Faster loading for them both

YOU CAN CARRY OVER SAVE DATA FROM THE SWITCH!

You can have two save files so you can have more than one file

ZELDA NOTES FOR THE NINTENDO SWITCH APP?? It has navigation to help find shrines and Koroks with a voice guide. SIRI FOR TOTK??? Voice memories that unlock at certain places and add more to stories.

You can share auto build with QR codes lollll scan with Zelda notes

ITEM SHARING WITH QR CODES TOO? Bro also with Zelda notes. If I get this I’m sending you so many crappy boko horns (NAME REDACTED) lol.

Photo EDITING with Zelda notes obvi

My Play Data records stats for performance so you can brag. You can earn metals for it in the Zelda notes App. It’s in the app too btw.

You can see your records ranked in global play data in the Zelda apps and look at your trends

You CAN SPIN A WHEEL IN THE ZELDA NOTES APP TO GET EXTRA ABILITIES FOR THE DAY.

You can scan amibo and Zelda notes tracks it. Once you use it five times you get an extra use

They’re making TOTK sage amibos

ALL OF THIS IS ONLY FOR THE SWITCH TWO EDITIONS! YOU CAN UPGRADE THEM BY BUYING UPGRADE PACKS OR FOR FREE WITH AN ONLINE SUBSCRPITION.

GAMECUBE

they’re adding GameCube for the switch two!

WINDWAKER, soulcalibur WITH LINK LOL, F zero GX ARE COMING WITH IT!

You can customize controls

They’ll add more titles in the future

They’re making a GameCube controlleri

Mario kart

New cars and maps I think

A LOT OF NEW MAPS

You can ride on rails now!

New characters?

NEW POWERUPS AND OUTFITS!

It’s a whole world now

The cars have wings now no gliders :(

Weather and time of day changes now randomly

You don’t have to stay on the track, you can drive anywhere

There’s 24 in each race

Free roam lets you drive anywhere, no competition woah.

Scenic drives with friends

Take photos at new locations

Luigi is hot in that farmers outfit dayum

Actual direct now

Tetsuya sasaki is kinda hot too

There is a c button on the right controller for chatting online with ppl, even while playing different games. You can share screens while chatting. You can change game screen size while chatting or make others screens bigger. The Lava guy in the chat is hot too omlll. THERE IS ALSO A CAMERA SO YOU CAN SEE PPLS FACES.

You have to have Nintendo online you need a membership.

Gameshare requires only one console with a game, with any of the switches including light.

To transfer data, you can log into Nintendo account and transfer digital games, save data, and setting things I think.

It will launch June fifth 2025 YAYAYAY

You can play Tendo switch 2 games, compatible switch games from the first, and switch 2 edition, aka special versions of games.

Both BOTW and TOTK Special Edition will have enhanced visuals, HDR, and Zelda notes. Zelda notes is EXCLUSIVE to the Switch Two Editions.

Kirby forgotten land will get a new story for Switch Two Edition.

Metroid Prime 4 Beyond Special edition will have mouse controls and enhanced visuals.

Pokémon Legends ZA will have both versions.

Special editions are available as both physical and digital. You can buy an upgrade pack if you have the dumb poopy original version.

Wheelchair basketball with mouse controls, aka Drag n Drive lol.

New games include: ELDIN RING. OK. Hades II, Street Fighter Six, Daemon Maxim (??), Split Fiction, EA sports, Hogwarts Legacy (ok?), Tony Hawks Pro Skater 3+4, Hitman World of Assassination, JAMES SHUCKING BOND in Project 007, Bravely Default Flying Fairy, Yakuza 0 Directors Cut

ZELDA GAME NEW ZELDA GAME

YOU PLAY WITH ZELDA IN THE ANCIENT PAST

YOURE IN THE ANCIENT PAST

MINERU HAS A MOTORCYCLE

HYRULE WARRIORS AGE OF IMPRISONMENT.

NO SHUCKING SHOT.

It takes place in the Ancient Past of Tears of the Kingdom when Zelda gets sent to the past lol and you get to play as Rauru, MINERU, Zelda, and prob some other people.

MORE GAMES: Final Fantasy Seven, Path of Goddess, hollow knight silk song, story of seasons grand bazar, goodnight universe, two point museum, wild hearts5, witchbrook, puyo puyo, marvel comics invasion, starwars outlaws, fast fusion, shadow labyrinth, RAIDOU Remastered: mystery of the soulless army, No Sleep for Kaname Date- from AI: THE SOMNIUM FILES, Reanimal, Shucking Fortnight, Arcade Archives 2 Ridge Racer, Professor Layton and the New World of Steam, Tamagotchi Plaza, Human Fall Flat 2.

The LAST GAME: The Duskbloods. It’s creepy looking and looks awesome tho OML. It’ll come in 2026.

There will be more games but they haven’t announced them.

Wait there’s more???

Kirby Air Riders (Mario kart but Kirby lol)

Allegedly the last game but they’re being difficult: Donkey Kong Destroying Natural Ecosystems for Profit! Jk, it’s actually called Donkey Kong Bananza. Some fugly guy steals Donkey’s Mining Tycoon, so he tries to steal it back.

TLDR

switch on June 5 2025

Many new games

Zelda is going to be amazing

This is going to be amazing.

#legend of zelda #fuuuuuck #zelda #loz #Mario #kirby #donkey kong #nintendo #deltarune #final fantasy 7 #Eldin ring #nintendo switch #switch 2 #nintendo direct #wind waker #f zero gx #games #video games

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ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏ ᴀʀᴛɪsᴛ ɢɪʏᴜᴜ x ғᴇᴍ! ғʟᴏʀɪsᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𝘾𝙒! 𝖦𝗂𝗒𝗎𝗎'𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾

“Hello!” You smiled as you walked in the tattoo parlour, holding a box. “I have a delivery?”

“Oh! Hi!” A pretty girl with one tatted arm of a swarm of butterflies smiled back. “Are those the African Violets?”

“Mhm! Got 5 small pots in it, just as requested.”

“Thank you so much! You can leave them on the counter, and I believe the manager already paid?”

You listened to the girl, gently dropping the box near the register.

“Eh? I was told I’d be paid in person after I delivered it.”

“Ah, I see! Please wait for a bit then, I’ll go get the manager.”

You nodded as the girl walked away. Looking around, you took in the sight of the parlour. The whole place was kept neat and you saw a few bottles of tattoo ink.

Looking at the posters on the wall, you wondered if you could also get one.

What would it be?

As cliche as it was, you wanted a flower tattoo. A pretty flower of any kind.

There are a lot of pretty flowers.

“Hello.” A man emerged from the back.

But he’s prettier than flowers.

“Kocho, the girl you saw here, reminded me about the payment.” There wasn’t an expression present on his face, but his demeanour was soft.

“It’s fine. Honestly, things like this happen.” You smiled softly.

The man cleared his throat.

“How much is it?”

“$30.”

“Do you take credit?”

You nodded as you took your phone out.

“Yup! Just scan this and we’ll be good to go!”

He unlocked his own phone before scanning the QR code you put up on your screen.

“Thank you for your purchase!”

You sprayed the small bonsai tree on your windowsill with a spray bottle, humming along to the soft music you were playing in the back. The door opened.

“Oh! Welcome!” You smiled warmly to the customer, just for a blush to rise to your face.

The handsome tattoo artist.

“Hey.” He scratched the back of his head. “I.. Uhm. I need to make a new purchase.”

“Of course! Please feel free to look around and take your pick! I’ll make sure to deliver it myself as well.”

To your surprise, he laughed softly.

“I’m sorry for the misunderstanding. I’d like to make a new purchase for you. I’d like to take you out to dinner.”

STAY CALM STAY CALM STAY CALM STAY CALM STAY CALM STAY CALM STAY CALM.

“Eh?”

“I don’t really like stalling.. you already should have my number on your order history. Just text me a ‘yes’ or ‘no’. If it’s ’no’, that’s fine. If it’s a ‘yes’, you can send me your address if you want me to pick you up. Be ready by 7:30 PM.” He smiled softly before putting his hands in his pockets, turning around to leave the shop.

“Wait!” You stopped. “How are you so confident I’ll come?”

He smiled. “You go on blind dates, right? Only difference is that you know what I look like.”

A small laugh came out of you.

“See you then, princess.”

A smile formed on your expression as you recalled the memory. You finished cutting the stems of your flowers and you started to arrange them.

You relocated your office. The store was still the same, but now, your office was in a different part. It was facing the tattoo parlour right across.

You could still remember how the parlour was once the size of a small grocery store, but now, it had undergone renovations and it looked better than ever. You counted 7 new clients.

My Love, you still ready for tonight?

You received a text.

Yep! Just gotta finish a small arrangement for a client who’s getting married soon

You got a response almost immediately.

That’s odd. I don’t remember proposing to you?

GIYUU

I’m kidding, Princess <3

You let out a small huff before smiling. Finishing the arrangement, you put it away at a safe spot in your office before grabbing your bag and walking to the other side of the road to the tattoo parlour.

You wanted to spend a little more time with Giyuu even though you were still going out for a date later that evening. Time just felt so beautiful when you were with him. A little unfortunately, you forgot your phone at your office and hence didn’t see the next two messages from him.

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Heads up: I’m going to propose to you tonight with this ring. Don’t cry, okay? Just say yes or no. I’ll wait as long as it takes. I love you <3 get all dolled up for me, okay?

Ahhhh low-key hate this but I was desperate to upload smth T^T

I MIGHT rewrite this later bsjsjsjsjsj

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #giyuu tomioka #kny giyuu #giyuu fluff

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