#I hope I matched it all okay

[hypogryffin]

Erina and Sophie....

erina and sophie..... perhaps even sophie and erina....

[luck-of-the-drawings]

OH ARTHUR BENNETT.. such a gorgeous and intriguing character. terribly burdened by a GRUESOME set of crimes, his light suffocated by a HEAVY century of GUILT. so tragic, so dark and broody, and yet PAINFULLY awkward in any social setting ever

[moonkhao]

ภาพสุดท้ายจุงดังMV dir. Joong Archen

[pixelatedraindrops]

Yuma Month: Day 14: Home

Surrounded by warmth…

Home is where the Heart is ❤️

[whumpy-wyrms]

giving all your ocs the alien ikea plushie. shrinking two of them a little bit for basil and sasha

anton loves it so much he says thank u

[ghost-proofbaby]

sometimes you just need to giggle and scream about grown ass men with your best friend for a couple hours to remember that life is good and it’s all gonna be okay

[kaiser1ns]

MY PROM IS TODAY YAHOO GRADUATING WOHOO CAN'T WAIT TO LEAVE THIS SCHOOL AND CLASS YABADABADOO AND NEVER SEE THOSE PEOPLE AGAIN YAAAAAA

[jasvvy]

match went to shit in a hurry and darby had to die for it.

[collectivecloseness]

Oohh for the spotify thing, how about 20 with Eddie Munson??

Literally a great pick, and again another on my character playlist for this specific person. It’s Cherry Bomb by The Runaways!

Eddie Munson x reader

Eddie always drove you back after school, no matter if you were going to his place, yours, or anywhere else in Hawkins. Walking hand in hand with you through the corridors as you both chucked your bags in his van and managed to leave that shithole behind, and go somewhere for the rest of the day no one would bother Eddie, or the both of you.

Today Eddie had finished taking you out for a milkshake, conveniently the both of you taking long enough to finish that by the time you got back to Eddie’s trailer, you’d both be able to say a quick bye to Wayne before his shift, and it meant you had the entire place to yourselves. As you did most evenings... and nights when you could find an excuse, or sneak out.

Although you had to pick up some stuff from your place before you could go over to Eddie’s, so he was driving there first. Hoping that you’d both stop off at another perfect time, one where there was already food on the table, that your mom always encouraged Eddie to have some of.

He really did like your mom, mostly at first because she always liked him too. She never treated him differently, or bad, even from the start. She literally welcomed Eddie into her home with open arms, giving him a hug that first time she met him, probably because of how much you’d raved about how wonderful Eddie was before.

And Eddie was pestering you about if you knew what your mom was making tonight, and if she might have already made it by the time they get there, when it reminded you of something you forgot to tell Eddie this morning.

“Oh actually, my mom and I were talking about you last night.” You nodded from the passenger seat.

Eddie stopped asking about food, intrigued, turning to you with an expression that was inviting into a full conversation, interested as he let his eyes go back to the road. “Oh yeah? What about? Can your mom not stop complimenting me and going on about how you’ve got such a bitchin’ boyfriend?” Eddie rolled the last couple of words off his tongue, holding it at the base of his open mouth as he beamed at you, head exaggeratedly bent down to tilt up at you, chuckling at your earned laugh.

“No!” You retort smiling. “She said that earlier.”

“Ohhhh, of course!” Eddie beamed, going along with your ‘very serious’ nods. “My apologies. Why were you talking about me?”

“We were listening to a song in the car and she said it remained her of you. And to be honest I totally agree.” You explain, already sensing the eager interest arising in your boyfriend, who would be bouncing in his seat the whole journey if you kept it from him.

“Ooooh, what is it!?” Eddie says excitedly, licking his lips as his eyes flit between you and the road, tapping his fingers on his wheel, almost like a subconscious drumroll. “Holy Diver? Enter Sandman? Please tell me you finally showed her some real Ozzy.”

Instead of answering, you move your hand and eject the tape currently playing Seek & Destroy, letting it fall to his dashboard as you rummage inside your bag by your feet.

Only when you ejected Eddie’s tape, in the middle of a song, a genuine pout spread across Eddie’s poor face. “Heyyy wha- wait.” He whined pitifully, and you looked up at him, raising an eyebrow, at his genuine big brown eyes.

He literally repeated that song twice in the 11 minutes to the milkshake place. “Eddie.” Is all you say, your hand down your bag, just looking at him. And he gets over it real quick. Shuffling up in his seat, attentive as you pulled a blank tape out, and slotted it into place, interested to hear what song was about to start playing.

‘Cherry Bomb’ by The Runaways hadn’t been exactly what he was expecting.

You looked to him as it started playing, noticing he wasn’t shocked, or upset, or ecstatic, he was genuinely thinking about it. His eyes looking up at he tapped his fingers on the wheel to the beat, before looking at you.

“Really?” He says genuinely, taking it in, considering it, and wanting your thoughts on it too, as he thinks more about it, already knowing the song of course. He did like it.

“Yeah actually, I think it does fit your...” you gesture Eddie up and down with your hand, looking at him, and remembering as you listened to the song yesterday you thought all about Eddie Munson “-well, you.”

“Huh.” Eddie nods, nibbling his lip as he nods slightly to the song. “I see it actually.”

“Yeah.” You add quietly, both of you starting to properly nod to the song now. And when Eddie turns to you, cracking a smile, you know he’s about to sing, and knowing him so well, you join in at the exact same time.

“I’m the fox you’ve been waitin’ for!!”

You both burst into laughs, the excited and sudden unison so you two, singing it to each other dramatically, before beginning to rock in your seats. Smiling as you sing the popular song together.

“-Hello mom! I’m your ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch- cherry bomb!”

You both exclaim the words, the energy in the van always this high.

“Hello world, I’m your wild girl!”

Eddie rolls his eyes at the ‘wild’ part, and you remember just how ‘him’ this song sometimes feels.

“Yeah. It is you, this song. You’re my wild girl.” You tell Eddie, smiling entrancingly at him, your baby girl, and Eddie very quickly plays along.

“You’re my wild girl.” He says himself leaning in all teasing and mushy to tell you, before you do the exact same thing. Both repeating the words “You’re my wild girl”, “No you’re my wild girl” to each other over and over, until you both pull back from where your lips are extended comically and gushily at each other, laughing too breathlessly from the pose for anyone to repeat the joke.

Before you both end up joining in the song again, quick to make sure you can get to the chorus.

“-ausin’ teenage blues. GET DOWN LADIES, you got nothing to lose!”

You both sing the lyrics loudly and pumped with each other, jamming out together like you often do in his van, and practically anywhere Eddie or you can have music.

“Hello daddy, hello mom!-“

You started the next line, but Eddie instead chose not to ch-ch- with you, and turn to ask you openly. “Hey! Maybe that’s how I should announce myself to your parents when I walk into their home real soon. With the cherry bomb part and everything!” He suggests, a casually serious look on his face as commitment to the bit saying it, but his deep brown eyes sparkling with playfulness.

“Oh yeah. That’ll go over radically.” You both nod in comical agreement, like you’re making fun of middle aged men in a business meeting. And you even manage to throw a thumbs up and a solid wink to Eddie, that he replies with a twisted lipped confident smile, and the okay signal with his free hand. Both throwing out “yeah’s” back and forth to each other, in agreement of this excellent plan.

Although as the next part of the song comes on, one bit is dropped for another for Eddie, as you both listen to the chorus of moans playing in the song.

And as you wonder why Eddie was turning to you yet again, and without singing, he quickly outdid you on the jesting scale.

“Your mom wasn’t reminded of me with the moaning part of the song right?” Eddie asked you, as if he was shocked at the sudden thought she’d overheard anything, but not even bothering to hide his grin.

You slap his shoulder, laughing as he lets one out himself, punching his elbow lightly, just pretending he was ‘saved’ because he was driving, even as you chuckled, shaking your head ‘disapprovingly’ at Eddie with a smile. Which was not a rarity.

Eddie gestured with his hand out as if he had a point, still smirking. “I mean it’s not like anyone’s heard us when you always make us both be so quiet when we’re up there-“ another whack, this time to his knee, cutting him off short.

And you snort laugh first, rolling your eyes at him as Eddie smirks at his suggestive quip. Although beaming with full teeth at you, proud to hear that noise meaning he made you laugh so. And God if you can’t just beam yourself, seeing that stupid smile on his face.

There’s a singular moan before the start of the next verse, and this time Eddie wasn’t quiet listening for it. Instead he leant in close to you, and moaned in time with the song, breathy and sensual and overdramatic in your face.

This time your hand is in his face, pushing him back as Eddie laughs into your palm and spread fingers, his soft skin, pliable lips, and warm breath teasing you, although being teased himself as you pulled away.

Chuckling, you brought your knees up in your seat, feeling your heart race as it so often did, even though you’d been dating Eddie for a while now, he still found ways to make you fall in love over and over. Actually, you don’t think that ever stopped happening.

And at seeing your curled up, excited and chuckling expression, and after he knew his flirting made you feel good, as always, Eddie winks at you, open mouthed smirking, his tongue on his bottom lip.

God your boyfriend was so hot. You admired his body, and hair, and clothes, and his shining personality next to you right now, feeling your blood rush through your body as you let yourself flutter with how extraordinary you knew Eddie was. You were so lucky.

“I’ll give ya something to live for” Eddie sings beautifully to you, before taking your chin with his thumb and forefinger, looking at you for the moment as he sings, shaking your chin lightly. “Have ya and grab ya, till you’re sore!” He squeezes your chin, with his teasing, scrunched smirk.

You giggle in his hold, your whole face lighting up as you love the atmosphere you always have with Eddie. Smirking right back at his perfect face. Not batting him away this time.

Until Eddie lets go himself, leaning over your lap with his arm stretched in his leather jacket, quickly opening the glove compartment by you, to show you his assortment of lollipops he keeps in there just for you. Ever since you two started dating.

You gasp excitedly, mouth open with a beam and thrilled eyes at Eddie! Leaning in to grab a cherry one for him and you, quickly taking off the easy slip wrapping, and popping yours into your mouth, relishing over the cherry flavour gushing over your tastebuds and cheeks.

At the same time leaning Eddie’s cherry lolly over to him, and giggling as he waggles his tongue out, and eventually wraps it around the cherry lollipop, his tongue flicking wetly against the tip of your thumb in amusement.

Taking the sweet red treat into his mouth, lolling it into the corner of his cheek, as he smirks at you. His mouth finally silent, except for breathy laughs that are so Eddie, but his eyes saying it all, glowing and sparkling just so unbelievably in love with you.

Eddie unable to stop stealing glances of you in his passenger seat, as you both speed off down the Hawkins road. Head banging together, especially with Eddie’s shaggy mullet, to the guitar, drums, and last yells of “Cherry bomb! Cherry bomb! Cherry bomb! Cherry bomb! Cherry bomb! Cherry bomb!”

[appleblocks]

It'll be my ex's birthday today (its past midnight for me so technically today)

I... dont know what to do. I hope he's doing okay, and I hope his day goes well, but I dont know if it'd be appropriate to wish him a happy birthday

I ruined a lot of my social relationships in the first half of this year (jesus christ its already been half the year) thanks to me not managing my mental illnesses and possible (suspected by me alone) personality disorder/s, and the one with him was one of the first to go. I feel bad, I always felt bad, but I want him to be okay

This is more of a vent than a real question, but advice will still be accepted

[vendettavalor]

As Above, So Below

⚔️ For @nemekii 's Hoppy Hopscotch! ⚔️

The years had been far from kind to the factory and its inhabitants.

Well, its remaining inhabitants.

After the Hour of Joy, things had been so perfect. So peaceful. The sweet blissful freedom they experienced - free from the labs where they were poked and prodded and burned and tortured, the cages where they were scent to sleep in the cold loneliness as punishment for any slight or transgression - was a welcome mercy that they'd long prayed on the Prototype to deliver to them. And when He had, it had all been so perfect. They had their justice, their vengeance. And for a time, they only thing they needed to worry about was how best to occupy their time in their newfound freedom.

But as a wise man once said, nothing good can last.

And very soon, the good times grew dull. With time, all the games in the toy factory had been played. All the toys played with. All the survivors hunted. Many began to grow stir-crazy as they realized that autonomy and freedom from restraint was not enough. Many still had homes and families on the outside that they wanted to see. Playcare's artificial outdoors paled in comparison to cherished memories of real, fresh air. The warm sun. The soft green grasses. Soon enough, those that revered the Prototype for His efforts in freeing them began to rebel against Him, challenge Him. They became heretics, and they were shunned with accordingly.

Then, the lean times began. The bodies disappeared. The food ran out. They began to starve. Tensions rose and in their desperation, it became a deadly game of survival of the fittest. Kill or be killed. The shunned became the hunted, until only the strongest or the most loyal remained. Those truly clever and skilled managed to hide and survive against all odds. But so long as the factory remained closed, they remained trapped.

Catnap was truly blessed. Through it all, he had remained faithful and devoted to the Prototype. He carried out His will without question, killing those He deemed unfit and unworthy, fasting at His command, and accepting the scraps of food He offered in reward. Playcare was his territory and he was its guardian. He handled the heretics wherever they appeared, keeping alive those who followed his god as he did and hunting down those that didn't. And though some part of him did hold an inkling of remorse, the past was behind him and therefore easy to push down and ignore.

The feelings of guilt would have consumed him faster than any hunger - but so long as he kept his distance from any reminders of what he once was before all of this, he could press on.

At least, that was what he had told himself. And he had just about convinced himself it was true. But now... now he wasn't so sure.

Not when he could swear he was picking up on the familiar scent of peppermint through the overwhelming smog of poppies and lavender.

[brutalmasks]

@bucketkicked asked: [ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 ] : sender is asking if they can touch receiver sexually. -Irene!!

fresh from a bath in the nearest river (hey, a girl's got to bathe somehow and getting plumbing in a cave? it was near to impossible), bunny mask entered her cave seemingly feeling at least twice as better than she did before. and the fact that irene was supposed to be coming over soon too? well, that honestly put her in an even more cheerier mood; for the other woman and her really seemed to connect the more they talked as well as spent time with one another. plus, the fact that irene is very attractive was just the icing on the cake for bunny mask, in all honesty. she'd hardly been able to hold herself back from asking her out the second or third time she saw her... and i say that because bunny had worried that perhaps she would be coming off too strong if she did that.

but after deciding to invite her to a covert date, bunny mask found out that irene seemed to return her affections in full. which was honestly both nerve-wracking and exciting in the same stretch. bunny felt like if she could blush, she would just thinking about irene right now, actually. she hugged the robe she was wearing closer to her as she entered her cave; sliding the two large barn-like doors that granted her some privacy from the rest of the world open, only to see that irene was here early. and she was only in a robe, bunny mask thought to herself, as her heart beat quickened. but in a good way. she let out a sound that bunny mask always tried to replicate but could never quite get right: a laugh.

❝ ahh, i am sorry i am not decent, irene. i did not anticipate you would be here when i returned — ❞ she had barely enough time to get those words out before irene was coming close to her, then asked her four fateful words with an undertone of arousal to them: 'can i touch you?' bunny mask could also see the desire in the other's eyes and it made a fire start to grow deep within her belly. she wanted to be touched by her, yes, so she slowly closed the distance between them and untied her robe; it immediately falling open a fair amount as bunny wrapped an arm around irene's neck. she was breathless already at the question, part of her breasts and pussy exposed to irene.

❝ yes. yes, please touch me. especially while you're looking at me like that, ❞ bunny took one of the other's hands and gently placed it on her breast. ❝ i trust you, and i honestly think i may be smitten with you, so you can touch me anywhere you'd like. ❞

[casualhedonists]

DATING IS SO HARD WTF

[satari-raine]

How about #16? And you can pick whichever ship you want!

#16: things you said with no space between us. ask meme here - still taking requests.

It's still unnerving, like an arrow aimed at his neck - having Milo's attention fully on him.

He breathes through a snarl that should be softer around its edges if not for the fact that it's him, and that Milo is bleeding, snow blue hair matching his own shade of red around Milo's temple - a careless tumble with gravity having been content to watching him fall. It would've been worse if not for Actagawa's quick thinking, but the fact that it's anything at all simmers Bisco's blood, this irascibility a burning underneath his collar. It's a minor enough wound that there's no stitches needed, only the antiseptic and bandages required buried under the curling of Bisco's fingers - just a "Sorry, can you get this, Bisco? We don't have a mirror so I can't see to do it myself" that Bisco had cut off with yanking the supplies to his own chest, silent only because Milo's answering smile - sheepish, pink around the cheeks with the blood that he hasn't lost - leaves him unable to say what he actually wants.

Instead, he has Milo in his lap, almost nose to nose, with the weight of his partner a match to the sudden lump lodged in his throat.

"Hold still," is all that comes out, gravel-rough, and Milo answers by disobeying him with an eager nod, pale fingers curling into the cuff of Bisco's sleeve, happily trailing along, happily attached, as Bisco dabs at the split skin. Milo doesn't wince; he's too strong for that, or perhaps Bisco is blind by being this close, even as he finds himself gentling the pressure when he imagines it's lingered for a second too long. Actagawa is scuttling about in the background, from the corner of his eye, watchful among the arid sands. The sun is setting. He wants this done before it's down.

"Bisco," Milo starts, saying it almost mindlessly (as if Bisco isn't aware of how mindful Milo is when it comes to him) and Bisco holds his breath as Milo's warms his cheek. He shifts back instinctively, finding Milo has already started to move in turn to find his eyes. There's a warmth there that looks out of place with the cockiness of Milo's grin. "Bisco."

His mouth twitches to match; he stomps it down, but finds it still slips out in his tone if the way the corners of Milo's eyes crinkle when he replies, "Am I supposed to know what you mean by just saying my damn name over and over?"

"You usually do."

At that, he does grin, his laugh a bite at Milo's bark.

"Moron," he states with certainty, curling the red-blue hair back behind Milo's ear from where it had slipped, fingertips brushing over the curve and trailing down to the lobe. "Duck your head back, I'm not done."

"Yes, sir," is all Milo ends with, voice a sing-song smoothness that Bisco wonders he used when he was treating patients back in Imihama. If - a big if, Bisco imagines - Pawoo ever got injured, beyond the rust, if Milo's voice served as a balm to her cracked pride.

The bandage isn't shoddy by his own standards but already, even without a precious mirror, Bisco watches with a barely contained frustration - a "really, doc?" ready on his lips - when they lean back from another and Milo instantly reaches up, not with the hand still curled in Bisco's sleeve, and pokes at the bandages. But then Milo's smiling, sparing no restraint in how often he's gracing Bisco with the sight, his hair catching on the setting sun as he tips his head back with a proud laugh, a short and quiet thing in the space between them, with all of who Milo is in this moment lighting every single one of Bisco's nerves on fire.

"Not bad, Bisco," he says and it sounds like he means it, and the two bloody rags draped over Bisco's knees makes Bisco wonder how tired Milo is now, finally dropping down from the adrenaline. There's a coolness quickly spreading over the desert, as the moon in his periphery begins to rise, so Bisco thinks nothing of it as his fingers drop down from curling Milo's hair back behind his ear - again - a slow glide of callouses against pale skin, fingertips resting at his neck, and Milo shivers.

He thinks nothing of himself when, for a moment, he pulls Milo forward, pressing his forehead to his partner's. His goggles push up into his hairline, crooked and threatening to fall back behind him into the sand, but Milo's hand is leaving his sleeve to curl around his fingers, a smooth warmth against the chill Bisco didn't realize he was carrying. He lets out a breath in a sigh and does everything in his power - and failing miserably - not to smile when Milo copies him.

With his eyes closed, without looking, he knows Milo's focused on him, that the man has settled himself in to staying like this for as long as Bisco allows it. He never had to teach Milo what somehow comes to him so innately - not archery, or cooking out in the wild with only the elements providing for them, or for having the damn decency to say no for once, come on, Milo; no, not this - the way his partner has let himself be so captivated by whatever he sees in Bisco that his focus leaves Bisco feeling stripped raw, as if there's no space between them.

He sighs again, brushing noses with Milo as he pulls back, opening his eyes to find Milo's right there, open, trained on him like a well-nocked arrow.

Just for that, with a grin, he raps his knuckles once, twice, against Milo's bandages and lets Milo's hiss of pain, pittering out to soft laughter as he tries to push Bisco back into the sand - tries and fails, "you're on me, y'know, you idiot" - chase away anything he could think to say in this moment, locked down, deep in his chest.

He'll let it burn there for a little while longer.

[howthesleeplesswander]

surprise starter for @greedbent because Baizhu saw my other muses bothering his "secret" crush and refused to be left out 😤

"I have a prediction. Would you like to hear it?" Changsheng's voice floated into the front room of the pharmacy from somewhere up in the rafters. She hadn't shown herself once since he'd begun work that morning; Baizhu had assumed she'd been with Qiqi or Gui.

"Well, don't leave me in suspense," the doctor replied airily. Faced with a break in patients for the afternoon, Baizhu had begun filling prescriptions. Even while conversing, practiced hands moved of their own accord: one adding leaves and petals from the trays of mint and qingxin beside him to a large medicinal cauldron, while the other worked the milky substance within beneath a starsilver pestle.

Naturally though, Changsheng did exactly that. He'd nearly forgotten she'd said anything by the time she divulged her 'prediction.' "Sssomething tellsss me that today isss about to get interesssting."

Baizhu hummed, attention fixed on his work. "Oh? What makes you say that?"

Her answering snicker came from directly above him. He paused as Changsheng dropped onto his shoulders so he wouldn't spill anything. "You'll sssee sssoon enough," was all she said as she adjusted her coils, and the doctor shook his head fondly. With her affinity for the vague and riddled, sometimes Baizhu wondered if his companion wasn't some long-lost adeptus in disguise.

Minutes passed with only the scrape of the pestle along the cauldron's base to fill the silence. Then footsteps sounded on the stairs leading up to the pharmacy—but there was something...unique about them. Not just a rhythmic tap-tap of shoes on pavement, but with an additional tone layered in unison. Metal on stone. Tap-tapclink.

That could only mean...

Ah. Well, in all fairness, Changsheng was rarely wrong about these things.

Baizhu didn't look up until the steps arrived in the entryway. To anyone else, the sight of a man clad in all black, gazing into their shop with such intent, sharp eyes may be cause for alarm. But Baizhu simply smiled, hands pausing to give his newfound visitor his undivided attention.

"Why, Kaz, what a pleasant surprise. How nice to see you." Likely not a sentiment heard often, but it was entirely sincere. He pointedly ignored Changsheng's muttered 'I told you' that tickled his ear. "Is there something I can do for you? Oh—unless you're here for your 'prescription'?"

The code word was second-nature despite there being no one else in the pharmacy to overhear. With a grin so pleasant adorning his features, the doctor certainly appeared to be speaking of a legitimately prescribed medication, rather than the special-ordered poison that currently sat fermenting on his kitchen counter. "It's nearly finished, but I'm afraid it needs another hour or so to infuse for maximum...potency." There was a dark edge to the chuckle that rolled in his chest. "We must be sure it's strong enough to take care of the problem, mustn't we?"

[bigender-swag-battle]

LET THE BIGENDER SWAG BATTLE BEGIN

Here is the bracket! I tried my best to try and make the initial matches as fair as I could, but there's definitely a chance that I did not pair these very well due to my limited knowledge of how popular these franchises and characters are. Here is the list of matches with poll links. Current matches are above the cut, everything else is under it.

Here is the randomized redemption battle royale masterpost (currently ongoing)

Round 5 - Semifinals (July 27th, 3pm EST)

Side A:

Princess Zelda/Sheik (The Legend of Zelda) VS Ena (ENA)

Side B:

Haruka Tenou/Sailor Uranus (Sailor Moon) VS Susato Mikotoba (Ace Attorney)

Round 4

Side A:

Princess Zelda/Sheik (The Legend of Zelda) VS Haruhi Fujioka (Ouran Highschool Host Club)

Ena (ENA) VS Vil Schoenheit (Twisted Wonderland)

Side B:

Jessie and James (Pokémon) VS Haruka Tenou/Sailor Uranus (Sailor Moon)

Juno Steel (The Penumbra Podcast) VS Susato Mikotoba (Ace Attorney)

Round 3

Side A:

Angel Devil (Chainsaw Man) VS Princess Zelda/Sheik (The Legend of Zelda)

Rui Kamishiro (Project Sekai) VS Haruhi Fujioka (Ouran Highschool Host Club)

Ena (ENA) VS Vflower (Vocaloid)

Vil Schoenheit (Twisted Wonderland) VS Cybersix/Adrian Seidelman (Cybersix)

Side B:

Rainbow Dash (My Little Pony) VS Jessie and James (Pokémon)

Envy (Fullmetal Alchemist) VS Haruka Tenou/Sailor Uranus (Sailor Moon)

Juno Steel (The Penumbra Podcast) VS Mizuki Akiyama (Project Sekai)

Susato Mikotoba (Ace Attorney) VS Jesse (Minecraft Story Mode)

Round 2

Side A:

Angel Devil (Chainsaw Man) VS Josuke Higashikata (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure)

Byleth (Fire Emblem) VS Princess Zelda/Sheik (The Legend of Zelda)

Joker/Ren Amamiya (Persona 5) VS Rui Kamishiro (Project Sekai)

Teruki Hanazawa (Mob Psycho 100) VS Haruhi Fujioka (Ouran Highschool Host Club)

Bugs Bunny (Looney Tunes) VS Ena (ENA)

Sora (Kingdom Hearts) VS Vflower (Vocaloid)

Vil Schoenheit (Twisted Wonderland) VS Alan Grant (Jurassic Park)

Cybersix/Adrian Seidelman (Cybersix) VS Amanda O'Neill (Little Witch Academia)

Side B April 30th, 12 PM EST:

Chihiro Fujisaki (Danganronpa) VS Rainbow Dash (My Little Pony)

Zhongli (Genshin Impact) VS Steven Universe (Steven Universe) VS Jessie and James (Pokémon)

Envy (Fullmetal Alchemist) VS Kakashi Hatake (Naruto)

Klaus Hargreeves (Umbrella Academy) VS Haruka Tenou/Sailor Uranus (Sailor Moon)

Kurata Tome (Mob Psycho 100) VS Juno Steel (The Penumbra Podcast)

Mizuki Akiyama (Project Sekai) VS Wayne (Hylics)

Alex Fierro (Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard) VS Susato Mikotoba (Ace Attorney)

Prince Sebastian/Lady Crystallia (The Prince and the Dressmaker) VS Jesse (Minecraft Story Mode)

Round 1

Side B (April 4th, 12 PM EST):

Chihiro Fujisaki (Danganronpa) VS Raphael Hamato (Rise of the TMNT)

Rainbow Dash (My Little Pony) VS Spy (TF2)

Zhongli (Genshin Impact) VS Steven Universe (Steven Universe)

Dr. Teeth and The Electric Mayhem (The Muppets) VS Jessie and James (Pokémon)

Envy (Fullmetal Alchemist) VS Bentham/Mr. 2 Bon Clay (One Piece)

Kakashi Hatake (Naruto) VS Marika/Radagon (Elden Ring)

Klaus Hargreeves (Umbrella Academy) VS Sara Chidouin (Your Turn To Die)

Haruka Tenou/Sailor Uranus (Sailor Moon) VS Yuuga Aoyama (My Hero Academia)

Jadzia Dax (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine) VS Kurata Tome (Mob Psycho 100)

Juno Steel (The Penumbra Podcast) VS Jonathan Sims (The Magnus Archives)

Gen Asagiri (Dr. Stone) VS Mizuki Akiyama (Project Sekai)

G0z the Clown (Roblox Myths) VS Wayne (Hylics)

Kaoru Sakurayashiki/Cherry Blossom (Sk8 the Infinity) VS Alex Fierro (Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard)

Susato Mikotoba (Ace Attorney) VS Yuri Leclerc (Fire Emblem)

Hura Stapleton (The Office Type) VS Prince Sebastian/Lady Crystallia (The Prince and the Dressmaker)

Mr. Rowan Webb (The Worst Witch) VS Jesse (Minecraft Story Mode)

Round 1

Side A:

Eridan Ampora (Homestuck) VS Angel Devil (Chainsaw Man)

Josuke Higashikata (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure) VS Getou Suguru (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Byleth (Fire Emblem) VS Sakura Haruno (Naruto)

Luz Noceda (The Owl House) VS Zelda/Sheik (The Legend of Zelda)

Mondo Owada (Danganronpa) VS Joker/Ren Amamiya (Persona 5)

Rui Kamishiro (Project Sekai) VS Mafuyu Asahina (Project Sekai)

Teruki Hanazawa (Mob Psycho 100) VS Shiver (Splatoon)

Haruhi Fujioka (Ouran Highschool Host Club) VS Baji Keisuke (Tokyo Revengers)

Sephiroth (Final Fantasy VII) VS Bugs Bunny (Looney Tunes)

Ena (ENA) VS Basil (OMORI)

Sora (Kingdom Hearts) VS Kurapika Kurta (Hunter x Hunter)

Vflower (Vocaloid) VS Wocky Kitaki (Ace Attorney)

Vil Schoenheit (Twisted Wonderland) VS Ukyo Saionji (Dr. Stone)

Alan Grant (Jurassic Park) VS Tom (Eddsworld)

Amanda O'Neill (Little Witch Academia) VS Billie (Bigtop Burger)

Cybersix/Adrian Seidelman (Cybersix) VS Hinata Tachibana (Fabiniku/Life with an Ordinary Guy Who Reincarnated into a Total Fantasy Knockout)

Round 0

Side A:

Sollux Captor (Homestuck) VS Eridan Ampora (Homestuck)

Mondo Owada (Danganronpa) VS Kokichi Ouma (Danganronpa)

Shigeo "Mob" Kageyama (Mob Psycho 100) VS Teruki Hanazawa (Mob Psycho 100)

Side B:

Kazuichi Souda (Danganronpa VS Chihiro Fujisaki (Danganronpa)

Zhongli (Genshin Impact) VS Yoimiya (Genshin Impact)

Envy (Fullmetal Alchemist) VS Alex Louis Armstrong (Fullmetal Alchemist)