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i'm slowly getting into the world of kdramas and fuck, they got me giggling and kicking my feet and twirling my hair like damnnnn stoppp my standards for irl men were high enough already 😭😭

on the other hand, maybe it's my western horny brain but the lack of spicier dramas stings a lil lmaoo

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Men who look sleep deprived and dead to the world will ALWAYS be my weakness 🥰👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻

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in honor of getting my tubes removed (woohoo!), i present to you childfree gojo satoru who can finally act out his breeding kink without consequences (mdni)...

❀ childfree gojo who cherishes megumi, yuuji and nobara from the bottom of his heart (and expresses it by being the biggest pain in the ass known to man), but has no desire of having children of his own. the thought definitely didn't appeal to him when he was younger, and as he grew older he realised that parenting was too binding a role for his lifestyle, and he already had his beloved students to care for anyways.

❀ childfree gojo who brought up that he wasn't interested in having kids as soon as he felt his relationship with you become something more tangible, more serious; he figured that if you did want children it was better to come clean now rather than not be on the same page later on when the heartbreak will be more painful.

❀ childfree gojo who was incredibly relieved when you told him in turn that you didn't want to have children either. you argued that pregnancy was nothing short of nightmare fuel in your opinion, and much like him you weren't willing to sacrifice your time and freedom to commit to a baby.

❀ childfree gojo who notices that sometimes you become too anxious about the possibility of being pregnant to actually enjoy having sex, which is why he takes every preventive measure under the sun to avoid an unwanted pregnancy; always uses condoms and even insists on paying for your birth control if you decide to take it (no, he's not taking no for an answer).

❀ childfree gojo who still can't help but be surprised when, years into your relationship, you bring up that you're considering getting your tubes removed. initially, he responds by offering to get a vasectomy instead, to save you the ordeal of going through a surgery and the consequent recovery, but you assure him that this is something you want for yourself, and that he can get sterilized as well if that's what he wants, but that will not change the fact that you've made up your mind.

❀ childfree gojo who stands behind you menacingly throughout all of your consultations, scoffing every time a doctor tries to make an excuse why you shouldn't go through with the procedure. he knows you can defend yourself and that you have solid arguments, but he wants to be there every step of the way and provide support and backup whenever necessary.

❀ childfree gojo who offers to pay for the procedure (apparently it's not covered by insurance in japan?), but eventually accepts covering a smaller percentage of the bill because you wouldn't have gone places as his girlfriend without being stubborn as fuck.

❀ childfree gojo who checks into the hospital with you, makes the wait until you're ready to go under the knife go by smoothly, and never stops praising you for being so brave and perfect for him.

❀ childfree gojo who wouldn't let you move a finger during your two-week recovery; forget about doing chores (he has the kids do them under the guise of training - they're not dumb tho, they only accept because they care for you) or showering on your own (not that he had needed any excuses to slip into the shower with you before). to be fair, he mainly enjoys babying you excessively because it ruffles your feathers.

❀ childfree gojo who does not suffer quietly throughout the two months you need to abstain from sex to ensure a healthy recovery. fucking hell, he didn't even make it halfway through one no nut november, but now he has to make it through twice as long? "just kill me now, won't you?"

❀ childfree gojo who accuses you of nothing short of treason when you told him three weeks into your recovery that you had tried touching yourself to see if the pelvic contractions of an orgasm would hurt at that point. "you nutted WITHOUT ME??"

❀ childfree gojo who gets shut up quickly when he realises that he may still need to wait for over a month to wet the churro in your glorious pussy (his words not mine) but if he reeeeeeally has to, mutual masturbation and giving/receiving head will have to do until then.

❀ childfree gojo who gives immaculate head after nearly a month of pussy withdrawal; he'll have you testing the limits of how many orgasms are still too much for your recovering body, and you will be too fucked out to complain about it (and him too pussydrunk to care even if you did).

❀ childfree gojo who has the day he gets to fuck you again marked on his calendar with lil hearts and dicks around it. yes, laugh now, but trust me when i say you're going to write it down on your calendar because that day is the day you are born anew (if you were wondering if sex can be a life-changing, religious experience just put gojo through two months of abstinence and try to come back to tell the tale).

❀ childfree gojo who had never really mentioned his breeding kink. it didn't make sense if you thought about it, but what appeals to him the most about it is the sense of ownership that comes with fucking you raw and pretending you will always belong to him because you let him put a baby in you... without the actual baby, of course.

❀ childfree gojo who begins by testing you with his long fingers, opening up your cunt to get you used to his big cock after months of separation. he doesn't even free his throbbing dick until he's wringed at least three orgasms out of you, or until the sheets and mattress under your ass are drenched beyond salvation, whichever one comes first. "fucking hell, all this time you loved my tongue, but it was never enough to get to that little spot inside you that has you making such. a. fucking. mess, huh?"

❀ childfree gojo who gets to ditch the condom for the first time in all your years of relationship, and he would be lying if he said that the thought of railing you raw and unprotected hadn't starred in his wet dreams before.

❀ if childfree gojo was addicted to your cunt before, good luck getting him off of you now that he has felt how snug, warm and slick your pussy is without any restrictions around his throbbing cock. "oh my f-fucking god, i've been missing out. been missing out on the most- fuuuck, the most perfect pussy in existence... how are you so hot, holy fucking shit, i'm gonna lose my mind-!"

❀ childfree gojo who cannot even feel ashamed of how fast and hard he cums, nor how whiny and breathy his moans sound against your ear, because the combination of your addictive cunt and the notion that he now gets to claim you from the inside out has him cumming.

❀ childfree gojo who is going to overstimulate himself (and you in the process) because he cannot fucking stop. he immediately puts you into a mating press because he needs to see his hard cock pumping his semen in and out of your abused hole, needs to see it dripping down the crack of your ass and in thick globs onto the ruined bed until he's adding another load to the mixture.

❀ childfree gojo whose voice cracks and eyes tear up because it's too much, it's too fucking much and yet he won't stop until you're throroughly "breeded", until he's lost count of all the loads he's squirted inside of you, until he sees white.

❀ childfree gojo who literally passes out on top of you after hours and eventually wakes up to the most painful case of sore balls to ever make it into a medical report, but fuck, if he isn't a fulfilled man. and no matter how much his prick hurts, he will still be the biggest little shit when he sees you crawling to the bathroom when you finally return to the mortal plane the next afternoon.

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Evil monsters should have big fat cocks they wanna bully into holes too tight for them and use their big wet tongues to lick up all your slick while leaving behind even more spit and wetness and slide their claws experimentally inside you while you cry big pathetic tears and let them find heaven between your legs

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uuggGHHH GIVE ME THE YEARNINGtm

You feel the hitch in his breathing — subtle, restrained, but there. Like a man who’s trained his body to ignore pain… but never taught it how to ignore want.

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fuckin hell sunny you delivered 😭😭😭

soft kuzan owns my whole heart (and my whole puss-), need one in my life 😭

thank you so so much for indulging my kuzan thirsttt

sunny. queen. love of my online life. i spied with my little eye that you opened requests hehehe

sadly i can never come up with resquests for shit LMAOO

so mayyybe mayyyybe kuzan (ofc) showing some luv for the small tits gang. do you think he would be into them as much as he is into big ones?

oh lord i feel like that's vague af so if you wanna add in some body worship, or anything you're comfy with hehe

i feel like i'm more comfortable sending filth asks than requests, so expect some of those coming as well lol

Perfect Fit

Oh bless your heart 😭 this request made me grin like an idiot. Kuzan is a boob man, but he’s not shallow. That man worships like a lazy priest on his day off, slow and thorough, no matter the size. So here’s your lovingly soft, slightly filthy, "he loves you just the way you are" Kuzan x Small Booby!Reader fic BECAUSE WE LOVE EVERY BODYTYPE IN THIS HOUSE!

Warnings: nsfw, soft smut, teasing, breast worship, fingering, body worship, small chest appreciation, kuzan is a tit man but also a tender lover, oral (f. receiving), praise kink, a bit of size kink (Kuzan is massive)

Word Count: 1000

Pairing: Kuzan (Aokiji) x AFAB!Reader

crossposted on AO3

You’d been self-conscious the first time he pulled your shirt off. There was something daunting about his size, his hands, his gaze—like he saw things you were still hiding from yourself.

But he didn’t laugh.

Didn’t hesitate.

Didn’t even blink.

Instead, he muttered a low, gravel-soft “Mm,” like the sight of you pleased something ancient in his bones. His palms skimmed the bare line of your ribs, fingers splayed wide across your waist like he was holding something delicate. Precious.

“Hey,” he’d murmured, nudging his nose against yours, “you good?”

You nodded, shaky and flushed, your voice a whisper. “They’re small.”

He blinked then, brows lifting just enough for a slow smile to stretch across his lazy mouth. “That so?” he said, low and easy, “Looks like they’re just right for me.”

And now, nights later, you still remember the way his mouth had curved around your nipple—how his whole body went still once he had it between his lips, like this exact shape was what he’d wanted all along.

~~~

Tonight, you’re on your back again, Kuzan between your legs, his mouth and stubble dragging across your chest like a man starved. The weight of him keeps you grounded, his thigh wedged between yours, his hand spread over your stomach—fingers drumming, slow and warm.

“Still think they’re small?” he murmurs lazily, cupping one breast with a reverent sort of curiosity, as if it’s the first time he’s ever seen them.

Your breath catches as he rubs his thumb over your nipple, teasing it with an absentminded softness that makes your toes curl.

“I mean… yes?” you admit, biting your lip. “You’ve seen probably better.”

He laughs. It’s that low, deep chuckle that rumbles in his chest and makes your belly tighten. “Better? Nah. Just different. But this?” he leans down and presses a slow, open-mouthed kiss over your heart, “This’s the best.”

His fingers trail beneath your breast, lifting and weighing it gently in his palm. “Fits in my hand like it’s supposed to be there,” he adds, kissing the underside like it’s holy. “S’got its own charm, y’know. Pretty lil’ thing, just like the rest of you.”

Heat blooms under your skin, embarrassment and arousal tangled up so tight you don’t know where one ends and the other begins. But then he shifts, his lips wrapping around your nipple again, and suddenly thinking is impossible.

You arch into him, your hands in his hair, breath stuttering as he sucks softly—tongue flicking, lazy but intentional. Like he could stay here forever. Like this is his reward.

“You’re so good,” he mumbles between kisses, voice rough, lips dragging across to your other breast, “so fuckin’ sweet for me.”

“‘Zan,” you breathe, thighs shifting restlessly around him. He’s everywhere—his scent, his heat, the slow drag of his mouth that feels like worship. It’s too much and not enough all at once.

“Mmh?” he hums, as if he didn’t just suck the air from your lungs.

You whine, one of your hands sliding down to tug weakly at his waistband. “Need more.”

He lifts his head, eyes half-lidded and dark with want, that lazy grin pulling at his mouth. “You sure? Thought I was givin’ the girls here the attention they deserve.”

You laugh, breathless, and he leans up to kiss your mouth—soft and slow and warm, until you're melting into him again.

But when he finally slides down between your thighs and hooks them over his shoulders, he glances back up with a smirk.

“They’re perfect,” he tells you, dragging a long, slow lick through your folds. “But I still think my favorite part…” he pauses to kiss your inner thigh, just to tease, “…is how all of you fits so nice in my hands.”

He doesn’t wait for permission this time. Doesn’t need to. Your hips already arch toward him with need, and he sinks into you like he’s got all the time in the world.

His tongue moves in deep, slow strokes—deliberate, coaxing. Not sloppy, not greedy. Precise. He learns you like the shape of a map: where to kiss, where to press his tongue flat, where to suck until your legs tremble. One thick arm curls around your thigh, the other hand resting over your stomach like a paperweight, keeping you grounded while he works.

“You always taste this good?” he mutters into your cunt, voice gone gravel-deep. “Fuck.”

You gasp when he slides two fingers in—slow, thick, curling just right. He doesn’t speed up. Just keeps eating you out like it’s a ritual, his tongue moving in time with each gentle thrust of his fingers. Lazy and deep, his pace just enough to make your toes curl, not enough to push you over.

“You can take it, baby,” he murmurs when you squirm. “Just let go.”

You do.

It crashes through you slow and hot, like melting ice—your body arching, fists clenching in the sheets as your orgasm builds and breaks over you in thick, rolling waves. He hums against you as you come, not stopping for a second, licking through it like he’s savoring every shake of your thighs, every twitch of your hips.

When he finally pulls away, his chin slick, he kisses the inside of your knee like you didn’t just come all over his face.

“Still think I like bigger better?” he drawls, crawling up your body with that lazy grin, voice low and ruined.

You shake your head, still breathless, and he slides into you without a sound—slow, thick, endless. He groans into your neck, holding your body like it’s the last soft thing left in the world.

“Perfect,” he murmurs again, hips rolling in that torturously slow rhythm. “All of you.”

~~~

After, he’s sprawled beside you, one hand lazily cupping your breast again like it belongs there—which it does. You glance down, and he catches you looking.

“What?” he says, deadpan. “They’re good pillows.”

You snort, smacking his chest lightly. “You’re ridiculous.”

But he just sighs and tugs you closer. “Nah. Just lucky.”

@shanksbaby you know the deal sweetheart 😏

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give me the fish

NEED THIS LEMURIAN DIH SO BAD

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i had this thought right after hitting post, sakura and i really shared the braincell in that moment.

this happens:

my humble reaction:

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this happens:

my humble reaction:

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i’m so normal and unbothered about him

Y’all I’m collecting smiling Togames🤗

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it's them it's him

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holding you tastes like ambrosia

togame jo x reader

synopsis ➳ you may very well be feeling just as if a truck had run you over repeatedly, but togame is right there by your side to make your slow recovery a little more bearable.

warnings ➳ descriptions of vomit, sick af reader, cutie potato togame, sickness-induced self-deprecation, hurt/comfort, sickfic fluff aughh.

author's note ➳ @tata-is-the-name, consider this a tit-for-tat of sorts hehe: your prayers for togame sickfic fluff have been heard, and i get some motivation to get me through this shitty writer's block now that i finally got the motivation to get writing again. all jokes aside, i hope you feel better soon, know that togame def has your back!

wordcount ➳ 1.3k

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“ughhhh, fuck me sideways…” you groan into your trashcan, quite literally fighting for your life to suppress another oncoming wave of nausea, but the gagging refused to cease no matter how deeply you tried to breathe, and definitely no matter how little you had had to eat in the past twenty-four hours. heck, you were certain there was nothing left in your stomach anymore but it. just. kept. coming. “take pity on me and kill me now…”

“now, that wouldn’t be very nice of me, would it?” togame calls back from his seat by your bed. you wish you could focus on the way his hands are deftly peeling and cutting an apple into little bunny slices, because ever since you started dating -hell, way before you started, even- you had developed a sort of fixation with togame’s hands; alas, you feared that if you moved your head around too much you might actually die and, despite your whiny claims, the sweet embrace of eternal rest wasn’t on your 2025 bingo card, so you kept your head bowed and as close to the edge of the trashcan as possible. “only you could be so lucky to get double-teamed by a stomach bug and a cold.”

his voice was mocking, but you sensed no ill intention in his comment.

“you’re supposed to be here to help me, togame,” you whined, and he only chuckled, placing the sliced apple on your bedside table, which was already overflowing with crumpled tissues and empty half-a-litre water bottles.

“i am here to help you, otherwise i wouldn’t have run all the way here with your favourite chicken noodle soup from mr. satou’s, or two packs of waters,” he is teasing you now, but you won’t soon forget the concerned tilt in his voice when you called him a couple hours ago, when he asked you to hold tight, promising to be with you as soon as possible. togame jo could be a little shit sometimes, but deep down he would never joke around when your well-being was at stake.

you felt a little light-headed when your eyes finally met his over the rim of your trusty can (which you most likely are going to throw away when the whole ordeal is past you), feeling the surge of affection that may have been concealed behind the taunting drawl of his voice, but was always in plain sight and twinkling like a lighthouse inside his deep-green irises. fearful that the overwhelming devotion would result in your fever spiking, you resorted to glaring at the carefully-cut fruit with unintentional contempt. fuck, were you hungry, but the very thought of even putting something in your mouth made your throat constrict a little bit.

“come on,” he called, gentler than before, and you felt your eyes sting a little, “we can try with the apple now, and if you can keep it down i’ll heat up that soup for you. sounds good?” good? it sounded like a dream, to have your exemplary boyfriend right by your side through thick and, particularly, through thin. you wondered how he could look at your sweaty, probably shit-adjacent excuse of a human being with such tenderness in his eyes… surely, you must have been a saint in your previous life.

despite the warning bells ringing somewhere in your digestive system, you grabbed one of the slices with a shaky hand, bringing it up to your face in a motion so slow it may well have been a prisoner walking towards their sentence. for a second, you actually thought you could handle it, that you would soon appease your peckishness, but the moment your teeth tore through the slice and the apple’s sandy texture invaded your mouth, your stomach lurched and you threw yourself at the trashcan, gagging and gasping under togame’s worried stare. through the haze, you felt your hair being pushed from your sweaty forehead by a big, warm hand, the other one coming to the back of your head to keep your strands away from the mess and deliver comforting little caresses. 

when the nausea had passed, you hugged the tin container to your chest, eyes welling up with tears brought about by the forceful lurches and your increasing frustration. togame’s hands were still firmly on your head, and you were sure he could feel how grossly clammy and smelly you felt. your stomach turned from a different feeling altogether.

“i’m sorry you’re stuck taking care of me,” you sobbed helplessly, turning your head to the side so togame couldn’t see the mess of tears and snot and spit on your face. “i’m sorry you have to see something so disgusting when you could be enjoying your day off.”

your shoulders trembled with each sob, feeling the exertion and helplessness and self-disgust take over your body. you were regretting calling him here. how could you be so selfish? you may have been sick, but it’s not like you were dying, so why couldn’t you handle this on your own? you hadn't even been dating for that long, so seeing this must surely be a huge turn-off, wouldn’t it-

“come on, stop that.” and his voice is commanding in a way that pulls you from your spiral and makes you look at him. you realize then that he never removed his hands from your face, and now he was sliding one of them to cup your cheek while the other one grabbed a fresh tissue; the way he dabs at your soiled skin is so tender, so gentle, that you almost miss the stern look with which he is regarding your hunched shape. “there is nowhere in the world i would rather be right now, baby, if it means you will feel better sooner. i’m grateful you called me of all people when you needed someone - you trusted me with your health, and i will forever cherish that trust, even if it means i have to deal with a little bit of throw-up.”

as he spoke, he removed the can from your trembling arms, throwing the tissue and all of the trash from your bedside table into it before setting it to the side to wash in a minute. you gaped at him, unable to form words as they got stuck on the lump in your throat, but togame only smiled that boyish smile you had come to dub your favourite expression of his.

“if it didn’t mean you’d have to suffer throughout, i’d do this as many times as i needed to, and i would never complain, because at the end of it i would be able to see you smile again and feel proud about it because i helped in making it happen. so, please…” his hands were back, and so was his forehead, pressed against you in a similar fashion to how he had done it a couple hours ago when he tried to get a general feel of your fever. only this time, the touch felt much more intimate, much more meaningful, and you desperately grabbed onto his hands, surrendering yourself to a warmth that felt so much more welcome and temperate than the sweltering heat you were forced to bear. “...for now, focus only on getting better. we can try eating later, we can try as many times as it takes until you can be wholly by my side again.”

needless to say, you didn’t get a lot of food in your stomach that afternoon, but when togame slid his body under the covers and brought you as close to him as he physically could, you drowsily mused that you would never eat a morsel again if it meant togame would hold you like only you mattered in the whole world.

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fucking JEALOUS OF UMEMIYA OOOF to have this snack looking at him like he hung the moon and stars

Redrew my favourite Tsubaki screenshot from the latest episode 🥹❤️

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this millisecond-long frame cracks me tf up every time.

the cheeky smile

the pronounced nose

the unhinged gremlin eyes

the top-side angle

the fucking grappling fighting style

i love my feral son togame, he was raised by the streets.

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men whose love language is quality time (mdni)...

they love nothing more than to spend the whole evening all snuggled up against you, especially after a rough day. your bed is too small to accommodate the both of you, but after months of having him over at your place you've learned to make do with what you have; which is why you're currently leaning against his chest while his parted thighs effortlessly pin down your legs as far apart as you're comfortable with.

one of his hands is holding up his phone for the both of you to watch as he scrolls on his fyp; the other one is idly toying with your clothed pussy, petting your lips through the thin fabric.

don't get him wrong, he claims he doesn't initally think anything sexual of it. "your pussy is so soft, it's kinda like a stress ball, y'know?" you scoff at him, because no matter how nonchalant he may be acting about it, his legs aren't allowing you to hide yourself from his taunting touch, and you know that he can feel you slowly soaking through the seat of your panties as he continues delivering maddening squeezes and tight little circles.

you've lost track of what is going on on his phone screen when you keen sweetly at the feeling of his thick fingers pushing your panties to the side, running up and down your soaked slit in a way that produces embarrassingly loud noises from both your cunt and your throat.

and when you finally come on his fingers (embarrassingly fast because he has been teasing you for the past thirty minutes), he has the audacity to smirk against your neck, cooing in a mockingly sweet voice:

"aww baby, i was barely even touching you... but i guess you couldn't help it, huh? such a needy little slut..."

Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Fushiguro Toji, Togame Jo, Endo Yamato, Rafayel, Sylus + your smug bastard faves <3

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protect him at all costs I REPEAT, PROTECT HIM AT ALL COSTS

god i love character appreciation posts that bring attention to the smallest, cutest details RAHHH

YES, SIR. THIS GIRL, THE ONE CREATING THIS POST RIGHT NOW. IS INDEED....

(⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠) IN LOVE (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Big eater Jo is just...so adorable. I want to give him all my food for him if he wants. 😩Just make him munch on anything please.

Togame also breaking his chopsticks in between his lips was not a want. BUT A NEEED! 😩 This man was also on a mission to devour those noodles. 😹

AND I JUST REALLY CAN'T GET OVER THIS PANELLLLLL!

Uhm, okay. Sure. Uh-huh. Whatever you say, handsome. 🤸🤸🤸🤸🤸

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BABES!! Good to see you back! I love the new profile pics! I hope you’re doing well and I LOVE that we are both on the Togame Jo train because he’s my brainrot stg I wanna make him breakfast in a sexy little outfit omg!!

Technically not a request but I’m down for the wdbk Jo content! Much love ~South🩷

southhh it really has been a long long time! thanks for the warm welcome hehe, i'm still trying to get used to being on here, but baby steps and i will be whipping up new cool stuff in no time! i hope this last year has been nice to you as well!

and hehe, togame was an unexpected suprise, i miss him so much already! can't wait for him to come back in all his cuteness next season (?) boy, i wanna smooch him so bad, hopefully this will be enough to fuel some written goodies!

if you haven't already seen it, my last post is a short oneshot featuring the bestest boi himself, wink wonk.

in any case, i'm glad to be back around, and can't wait to catch up with y'all!