#my old piercing shop didn't tell me how important it is to change to a shorter bar 🧍‍♂️

[molotovmetro]

My metal collection has been expanded

[bemylord]

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[it's only my opinion you may add yours in the comments for the newbies <3] might be spoilers. + a lot of my stupid jokes don't like it, don't read it.

his name satoru gojo but you can call him mr. satoru steal your girlfriend gojo.

fluffy cat.

but can kill you within a sec if you touch his students.

he wears a mask so girls don't lose their panties.

has a sweet tooth.

first impression - a thirty-year-old clown. second - why the devil is he such an idiot, when the strongest shaman?

he coudn't say no to his students.

makes jokes even during battle.

he gets along with children because he is a child himself.

can defeat the king of curses but he's interested what will be next.

a young man who has lost his mind.

nanami kento aka food lover

the best father ever. the best husbando ever. the best ever.

do not irritate him.

loves bread/fooodie so you better learn how to cook.

his back hurts [guess why]

dude in style even on the beach.

fetish/kink for ties and harness [try to convince me otherwise]

wanted to live like other people, but gojo satoru appeared on the horizon and his life went down the drain.

active at night. [no smut lol he just an owl]

a fan of reading newspapers in the 21st century when there is a phone.

itadori yuuji aka vessel for curse.

the reason why this whole mess has started.

sweetie pie, jesus fuc1ing sweetie. stupid but cute.

makes friends easily.

a finger-eater.

wanted to be normal person, but ate the finger and died.

jennifer lopez fan because of her as- singing. ;)

very caring toward others.

gojo and he are idiots in the company.

he's a fan of summoning all kinds of spirits at school.

the funniest, sweetest person you've ever met.

he probably dyed his head pink for a bet.

megumi fushiguro aka dog summoner <3

try to touch him and the king kills you.

all the bullies are afraid of him.

he loves dogs.

dogs love him.

and it's idyllic.

make him angry and this nice boy will show you instant murder [if the king doesn't kill you first].

went insane 'cause of satoru [megumi has known him since he was a little boy]

but he's actually kind of shy if you hug him unexpectedly.

i don't know why the f^ck he's so important to the king, but don't confront him.

he has messy hair that you want to ruffle.

sukuna ryomen aka the king. THE king. the KING.

yuuji is daytime mode and sukuna is nighttime mode.

he got tattoos, even though his mother forbade it. [that's my dumb joke]

i don't doubt if he has a pierced tongue/ears/nose. smth more

he sits on the throne because he gets a thrill out of it.

spends 24/7 in his world and who knows what he does there.

can create mouths all over his body than could compete with satoru.

he had four arms, two faces and two d in the past. doesn't understand why age can be an obstacle in a relationship.

if he likes you somehow, he will do anything for you.

how will he like you? good question.

he likes to tear the clothes off and walk around naked in the streets because he has six pack.

toji fushiguro [zenin] aka dilf/big D energy.

irresponsible dad.

the kind of dad that everyone wants.

the shaman killer, but everyone still loves him.

he'd smoke cigarettes even in his sleep. i'm sure he would have a very low voice.

you'll do e v e r y t h i n g he tells you to do.

in general, one look is enough - and you already do as he says.

he forgot his son because he didn't keep track.

he wears baggy pants because he's got a d...

got a scar on his lips [can't deny it looks hot] because of his fucked-up family.

became insane because of his family.

his hobbies are gambling, and he also doesn't get drunk - perfect for something.

nobara kugisaki aka the girl who is holding a hammer in her bag

cute girl at first sight.

the only girl in the company of yuji and megumi.

taking the last two with her on shopping trips as slaves to carry her bags.

by the way, they pay for her clothes.

don't argue with her, because nobara will change anyone's mind.

but inside, she's a warrior girl.

she carries a hammer in her bag, so don't you dare lift her skirt.

like nanami, she's always on style.

needs a psychiatrist for she is clearly ready to kill any curse in a radius of 50 km if the curse interferes with her shopping.

maki zenin aka she hits you from the turntable without the damned energy.

without her glasses she can't tell a person from a garbage bag.

she will hit you without using the cursed energy.

doesn't deserve to be hated by her family.

wants to be strong and independent.

she has a panda friend.

wants nothing more than to take care of her loved ones.

you have two choices: fear her or love her <3

aoi todo aka takada's most loyal fan

a devoted bts and k-pop fan.

knows all the songs of blackpink.

fanboy to the marrow.

the same dude who idealizes/imagines his ideal world before going to sleep.

if you mention takada chan in a conversation there's no stopping him.

best friend, in fact.

for yuji and takada chan will kill anyone

if you want to be friends with him, you have to know his dream ideal.

don't be afraid to add information about them/add more characters.

[i know todo doesn't know bts and k-pop it's just a joke and a lot of my humor, just so you understand what they are]

kudos and reblogs are welcome <3

[chenles-moonpies]

Mission, failed

• An nct mafia au, chapter 1

• 2k words

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"You go to china, find the boy, bring him back. Plain and simple."

"Plain and simple my ass. Does he know how many people are here!?" Winwin cursed as he looked around the corner from a fight they were observing. Taeyong, leader of his gang NCT, had sent him and Yuta on a mission to track down someone that fancied his eye. Normally Winwin did an exceptional job at spy work, but being paired with Yuta lately has had it’s consequences. "Also why am I with you?” Winwin complained,  “You don't speak a lick of Chinese and always mess up important details." The two had been paired together recently after Yuta begged a reluctant Taeyong to do so for weeks without consulting Winwin. He agreed eventually, “Fine. but I'm not sending you in the private jet when you go to China. Just Business class.” He had told Yuta.

"I'm offended. You know the rules! No solo missions." Yuta reminded his friend, "Unless you're in-"

"What's going on over there?" Cheers, or rather yells, were piercing the air around them. Citizens flocked to the middle of the bustling shopping roads where a fight broke out. Winwin and Yuta looked at each other before racing over to see as well. 

"I think that's the one." Yuta whispered. The crowd was rather large so it was a bit difficult to see, however Taeyongs words echoed loosely in his mind. "Short hair, gets in fights, Winwin I think we're done!" Yuta smiled brightly at the taller male. His response was a bit delayed. Could it really be him? Wasn't he a bit… small? 

"You IDIOTS!" Taeyong yelled, hands banging down on his desk. "I told you exactly what he looks like and what do you do? Bring me someone not any bigger than a Dream member!?" 

The man scoffed, "I'm not that small-?"

"Look, you want us to do well? Stop sending me with him!" Winwin fought back, pointing back to his partner. Yuta's face grew rather disgusted, if not disappointed. "What do you mean?" He questioned. "You always mess around and distract me." Winwin huffed. 

"Then stop getting distracted. It's not hard!" Taeyong bellowed. The room grew quiet until the tied up boy spoke, “You guys seem tense. Maybe you should take a bath or something, some tea might help, maybe some Vodka-”

“Shut up!” Taeyong shouted, cutting him off. The four men stood in Taeyong’s office for a moment, unsure of what to do. “I’m sorry, sir. Should we bring him back to China?” Winwin spoke sheepishly, suddenly aware that he should probably just comply with his boss.

“Are you insane or did you break into the drug stash on floor 15? We can’t let him go now. Leave him with me,” Taeyong sat down onto his chair and spun to face his back to the other three men, “I’ll talk to him.” Winwin and Yuta promptly left while bickering quietly. The door shut quietly with a click. “Ok, let's get to it,” Taeyong pulled up a pen and paper, “Name, date of birth, nationality, family and blood type please.” The man shuffled out of the ties restricting him, 

“People call me Ten. I was born 27th of February 1996, I have a mother and father and sister and I don’t know my blood type.”

“Whatever, we’ll just get someone in to test you. You didn't tell me your nationality.”

“Well i’m not Chinese as you thought.” 

“I didn't ask where you aren’t from, I asked where you are fr-”

“Why do you need to know, huh?” 

Taeyong stared at Ten with sharp fury. But that was only the exterior he showed. Inside he was shocked. No one had ever interrupted him like that. 16 members prior to Ten and it hasn't happened once. And that wasn't even the ones he had to “dismiss”

“Just tell me where you're from, pretty boy.”

Ten looked around at the pointings that hung around Taeyong’s office, “Is this you? Who painted it? Their brush technique is very… unique.”

“I Think you’d better sit down and tell me where you’re from before we have a problem.” Taeyong spoke through gritted teeth

“Thailand.”

“Was that so hard?” Taeyong pulled some papers from his desk, “Sit down, Ten.”

“Fine,” he responded, “But I'm sitting because I want to. Not because you told me to.” 

Taeyong slid a thin pile of papers across his desk and into the other man’s lap. 

“I’m not reading all that.” Ten said, picking up the pile.

“Don’t worry, I'll give you the summary.” He sat back in his chair, “This is the NCT X Building. Its headquarters for the NCT gang. I prefer the term mafia but… to each their own.”

“Oh, shit ok.” Ten pulled out a pair of glasses from a pocket in his silk shirt.

“Long story short my father founded the mafia and I took over after the incident. I never liked the way he ran it so i changed a lot of things. So if you ever think I'm treating you unfairly i’ll remind you he was incomprehensibly worse.”

“So you’re recruiting me?” 

“Call it what you want, you’re lucky I didn't just kill you.”

“Fair enough.” 

“You’ll get to meet the other members soon but essentially there are two sections: 127 and Dream. 127 handles korean affairs, mainly based in Seoul. Dream…” Taeyong paused to laugh, “Honestly it's more of an experiment than anything and the only reason I'm maintaining it is because they’re good kids and you can't exactly leave this organisations unless you leave in a hearse.”

Hang on, did you say ‘kids’?” 

“Yes, they're all pretty young. The youngest is 17 though so don't worry they aren’t too young. Anyway Dream only really handles very minor affairs but they've been doing well.”

“Jesus, you’re not gonna put me with them, are you?” 

Taeyong laughed, “You should be so lucky. You’ll probably get put into 127 but for now you’re a trainee. Sign here.”

Taeyong presented ten with a black piece of paper with a light grey print and a white signature line. “That's some shady shit, man.” Ten said,

“Fine,” Taeyong took the paper away, “this is a gang, you don't actually have to sign it,” He said, signing the name ‘Ten’ in neat cursive on the white line, “It’s just so the less intelligent members get a sense of security from the legitimacy of a contract. But you seem smart, so you don’t need that.” Ten laughed quietly in response,

“Now,” Taeyong whispered, pressing a black button on his desk, triggering the large mahogany doors to open, “Would you like to meet the others?"

"You said there's sixteen others, right? Why so many?" Ten questioned, following his new leader out of the room. "I have my reasons. This way."

The hallways were long, some narrow, Ten noted. It wasn't dark like he imagined gang buildings to be either. Most rooms had a large glass window to show into it but a few were kept a secret behind locked doors. They peaked his interest for sure, so the male made a mental note to explore once he has a bit more freedom. 

"In here is the main break room on the floor. Usually you can find Johnny, Jaehyun, or maybe even Jeno in here." 

"So many J names." Ten laughed. Taeyong couldn't disagree there. "Come in." He nodded his head as he opened the door. 

"Johnny, Jaehyun, meet Ten." Taeyong said, introducing him. Johnny nodded while Jaehyun presented his hand. "You must be the new recruit!" Another voice spoke out. A head popped over the edge of the old, slightly tattered, orange couch in the corner of the room. "Who are you?" Ten asked.

"Mark Lee. I'm in all the units. Well, was."

"What do you mean, aren't there only two?"

"He was in dream but graduated. He doesn't have an official position yet."

"That's why I'm in all of them. In Hopes of finding out." Mark said, pointing his thumb and finger at Ten like he held a real gun. "Enough chat. Anyone know where Doyoung went?" Taeyong asked. Everyone shook their heads no. 

"Maybe in U-" 

"Right, later then. I'm sure someone is in the cafeteria." Taeyong blurted, interrupting Mark. The leader walked out, the heavy door slamming behind them. "Mark, you idiot. No one can know about U so soon!" Jaehyun scolded, smacking the younger boy on the shoulder.

"What's U? I don't understand." Ten asked, his mind buzzing to know what secrets Taeyong was keeping. He'll be damned if he gives up trying to find out. "Who knows Honestly. Kid is so overworked I don't think he would know where his head was if it weren't attached." 

Taeyong re-entered, brushing something off his shirt, and was immediately bombarded with Ten’s questioning "What positions were they all?" Ten asked. 

“Does this guy ever shut up? Why does he want to know everything so bad…?"  Taeyong thought. "Johnny is the muscle. I count on him to keep people in check, sometimes to do the dirty work. Jaehyun is 127s Charmer."

"Charmer?"

"Every talented mafia needs someone to swoon others to get desired information." 

"That desperate huh?"

"You won't understand. Not yet."

Ten took in his sudden surroundings as he noticed Taeyong had been leading him down a couple flights of stairs. "Elevators?" He asked. Taeyong shook his head. "Not to the floor we're going to. Doyoung likes his privacy." 

After walking for what seemed like hours, Taeyong and Ten finally got to their desired floor. “I get this dude wants his privacy but this is ridiculous.” Ten complained, pretending to be out of breath. Taeyong let out a small laugh, “You know, Ten, I hope your sense of humour helps you get around obstacles and doesn't cause you problems.” 

“Well,I'd be lying if I said they hadn’t before.” The two approached a tall, oak door with a silver “DY” on it next to an eye hole. “Kind of weird that you guys have peep holes on bedrooms.” Ten said as he got on his tiptoes to look through it, “It’s blacked out!”

“Mhm. Everyone but me is supposed to have an eyehole to make sure no one’s up to any funny business but Doyoung has a tendency to disagree with that rule.”

“Ah.” 

Taeyong knocked three times on the door before opening it, “Doyoung, you’ve got company!” He yelled. A tall, slender man with dark wet hair entered from around the corner, “Taeyong, you might be everyone’s boss but you can't just come in here unannounced. I’m your right hand man not your slave,” he looked up from tying a black robe around himself, “I don’t just do whatever you want me to like the others d-” He paused, “What does he want?” 

Taeyong laughed, “Doyoung, you’ve never been the best at making people feel welcome.”

“This looks like a Jaehyun thing.”

“Huh?” Ten looked at Doyoung, puzzled,

“Is this another ‘date in exchange for information’ thing because I'm not doing that again, that's why we have Jaehyun.” Doyoung walked back around the corner.

“No, it’s not.” Taeyong yelled over to him, “And if it was, you’re not supposed to say that to the person.”

Doyoung re-entered from around the corner now fully dressed in a white dress shirt, a silk tie, and tailored slacks. “I have to go out.”

“I don’t remember you telling me that.” Taeyong responded.

“I don’t remember me needing to.” Doyoung pushed passed the two men.

“My name’s Ten.” Ten shouted as Doyoung started up the stairs,

“Thats nice.”

“He’s going to be rooming with you for now.” Taeyong yelled.

“What?!” Doyoung came back down the stairs.

“It’s only temporary while we make up a room for him. Everyone has a roommate and they have smaller rooms. You’re alone and you have a room that could fit at least five people.”

Doyoung stared angrily at Ten, “Fine. But if this lasts more than a week, You and I,” Doyoung looked Ten up and down, “We’re gonna have a problem.”

“I’ll see you around, Doyoung.” Ten responded with a smile. Doyoung stormed off leaving a tapping sound on the marble floor echoing throughout the halls.

Taeyong and Ten looked to each other as Ten laughed, “I like him.”

[molotovmetro]

My metal collection has been expanded