#nth room

[merakiui]

Azul who's so self conscious about his mer form so you decide to do something about it. Just you walking to Mostro Lounge in an octopus costume lol

Either wearing a octomer costume or something like this: https://www.partiescostume.com/octopus-costumes.htm 😭

LOL he bans you from the lounge so swiftly that you have to wonder what he's thinking. T_T the minute he lays eyes on you, the words just come rushing out: "Jade, Floyd. Please escort the prefect out." and you're desperately trying to plead your case while the twins are dragging you away. Floyd's howling with laughter and Jade's doing his best to conceal his own amused chuckles. You always know how to get Azul so worked up and it's the funniest thing every time. He just gets so huffy and red-faced and flustered, struggling to keep his composure in front of so many eyes; it's really too fun to see. orz

The ban only lasts for the day, but just before closing the twins let you back in and they tell Azul there's one last customer who wants him to serve them. Azul can sense there's something not quite right, and he's not surprised in the slightest when he sees you sitting in the booth (now without the silly octopus costume and back in your uniform). Maybe you offer to help him get more confident in his mer form. If it means you'll stop tormenting the lounge in your silly outfits, it's a deal he's highly considering.

#twisted chit chat #if anyone knows that one kill la kill frame where aikuro is posing all dramatically with his shirt unbuttoned #and ryuko looks absolutely done with his nonsense #this is how i imagine darling goes around posing in the tako costume LOL #this sort of goofy rizz is going to help darling pull azul though #he's so attracted to you and your silliness orz #he sits in his vip room after he kicks you out of the lounge for the nth time and his heart is racing and he's blushing wildly #and he's like 'there is no way i am in love with them...' (yes way <3 he's down bad hehe)

[eyeslikethorns]

@twincovesgame

...can I just... have all of them?

#replaying the demo for the nth time #just pack 'em all into morgan's apartment it's cool #or xander's house he's got room #twin coves #twin coves game

[t4toro]

zq tumblr u guys don’t talk about this a lot, so let’s talk about this

#spliced two videos together. kept the gameplay from the first vid cuz that is also. something #why is there a bad end? this game is on some visual novel shit #also wtf is this character he’s playing i have so many questions. why is he so eager at the idea of being debilitated and needing surgery #other than that i have nth valuable to say besides i really wanna beat him up like the loser nerd he is #then make out with him #zachary quinto #emergency room: code blue #videos #lamb of blog

[the-nth-room]

Room #0

"This boredom is killing me." I said to myself under my breath.

For hours, I had been writing documents for work, and I hit a mental road block. I didn't know how to express an idea. I was just sitting there in the rolling chair, staring at the ceiling of my room. No matter what I thought of, it would just lead me back to the start, and I would be left with nothing. I was completely out of ideas at that point. In frustration, I breathed in slowly with anticipation, and exhaled quickly, huffing. "Nothing..." followed by the thought of "WTF!", as I sat up to look at my screen again. I looked around my desk. At the partially filled bottles of water, the plate from last night's dinner, and then the ashtray filled to the brim with crinkled cigarette butts. I gently shook my head, as existential dread was scratching at me from deep, and I thought to myself, "what am even doing?"

I slouched back into the chair, extending and spreading my legs out. "I might as well take a break." I needed a moment to simply decompress, and try to let go of the fact I was going nowhere currently. My life was passing me by, and I was there facing another minor inconvenience, reminding me how utterly useless it all is. Work, work, work, then eat and sleep. It's all remedial and routine.

I sat up again then stood from the chair in one swept movement, stretching my arms out above me. I groaned softly, moving my arms and torso around to relieve the tension in my body. Giving one last deep shake and exhale, I shook my arms out, and turned away from the desk, making my way over to the door.

"Ok – He we go..." I grasped the doorknob without thinking much of it, turning it clockwise as usual.

I pulled the door towards me, and light spilled out from the other side. I was instantly confused and stopped abruptly, leaving the door ajar. "What is this?" I thought to myself, staring at the beam of light on the floor. I looked back up at the door and continued to open it very cautiously. Slowly, more light seeped into my room, until the shape of the door fully open casted itself down. What I was looking at was something complete unknown to me, and it filled me indescribable emotions and thoughts of terror.

#entry #writing #the nth room

[an-architect-of-words]

Josh and Sam’s Chemistry

I’m of the opinion that, even though they have less screen time together than UD’s established couples and aren’t explicitly romantic, Josh and Sam have better chemistry than most of the other Until Dawn couples. And I’m not playing here. I felt this in my bones, and I am now PREPARED to defend it with paragraphs upon paragraphs analyzing this game’s character writing.

Someone on Reddit tried to make fun of me for this opinion by saying Josh/Sam barely have any interaction. But what was not considered here is that I’m a petty bitch and am COUNTING THE LINES IN THE TRANSCRIPT NOW. Anyway, I’m more than half through the game, and currently Sam and Josh are both in each other’s TOP TWO for dialogue shared. Chris is there fighting for both their attention like mad though 😂. It’s very close so far. Like cooooome on, I’m not arguing that we have any canonical proof Josh and Sam are romantic. We don’t. But to say they don’t have very memorable interaction with each other….? Stuff and NONSENSE.

#ok Josh as the psycho treated her badly which sucks #but I even have some complex thoughts on that #like I’m not out to make entirely outrageous claims #but Josh and Sam have such interesting moments #and I found myself appreciating these more than Mike and Jess talking about hooking up for the Nth time #does this… make sense? #a lot of the established romance is superficial #Sam and Josh don’t have established romance #but they are less superficial in their interactions #I will say Crashley is PRETTY great #the whole scene at the door is ick #it’s a gross elephant in the room #but a good 80% of they time their romance is good #don’t yell at me #I will cry #but I will walk you through this entire script as I sob and show you what I mean #Mike/Jess and Emily/Matt are relationships that CANONICALLY involve a lot of using #not even shading these couples #it’s a part of their arcs and characterization and still form the characters #until dawn #until dawn remake #josh x sam #Sam x Josh #samantha giddings #josh washington

[cis-chan]

Do any of y'all watch Rotten Mango/ Stephanie Soo? She is so fucking dramatic and disingenuous it drives me crazy. Making horrible crimes into a fun quirky video. I don't even know how to verbalize what about it pisses me off but it's like she doesn't give a single fuck about what she's talking about, she just wants to make it as dramatic and juicy as possible to get more views it makes me sick.

#for the record ive only watched her Nth room video but it disgusted me so bad how she told the story like it was juicy drama

[fantasmagorico]

unfinished duet, richard siken

#richard siken #poetry excerpt #she's in her room crying while reading crush for the nth time

[stormyoceans]

are y'all so ridiculously in love with someone that when they repeat a line from a confession scene in a movie to you you keep it in mind for more than two years just so you can use it to confess to them for like. the third time or are you normal

#moments in television that get you dragged into a padded room against your will #i swear i want to be normal about this show but then i find yet another parallel i didn't catch before and i start frothing at the mouth #literally invented parallelism romanticism soulmatism #and if you see me rewatching it for the nth time no you don't <3 #vice versa #puentalay #m: txt

[rabbitindisguise]

I'm at the point of the fic where I've written out all of my good ideas except there's still plot to go, so now I have to come up with more ideas I guess. When will it end?? When will I know peace OTL I'm at 10k. This is going to be what. 20k? 25k? If I'm trudging through this at 50k I'm claiming this as a nano project because I deserve it

But it gets worse though: I need to edit it and fact check it with canon, which I ideally I'd try to do without getting emotional about all the early episodes (literally impossible)

#re-learning via experience that fic authors who write 250k fics are stronger than any other force in the universe #I respect them so much and also fear them #personal #current inspirations: ramen episode where Cheng Xiaoshi tricks him into a dive (no reason because he can dive without him) #the part where they eat one bowl of ramen together off screen #the part where lu guang is consoling him over the nth bowl of ramen he has to eat #taking a break for today to go be a person #perhaps clean my room etc

[haleigh-sloth]

Honestly don’t feel Deku Is going Beserk that a too obvious direction sadness yes anyone will be sad and he probably get a sense something bad just happen but I feel we are missing a flashback cause I think hori has a very specific vision of how he wants to handle shigAFO with all 5 i didn’t expect allmight and Deku was never going to waver he was so sure had chapter 305 never happen then yes but now there something we are missing

I’m sure we’re missing something yeah

And I’m not even convinced Midoriya will get there before Bakugo wakes up

The story is obviously keeping him and Shigaraki apart for a reason, and I’m not convinced original body AFO won’t find Midoriya first and mess with him before he can get to Shigaraki.

Not because I think AFO will be defeated before Shigaraki, because he definitely will not. But because Midoriya and AFO have had very little interaction, and that fact combined with the recent jump cover featuring the two of them is pretty foretelling that they WILL.

And I think that will/should happen before Midoriya sees the state Shigaraki is in.

And to top that off, Bakugo isn’t dead. He’s not staying dead, for fucks sake. And I don’t expect him to stay in that state for too long, because then if the story wants to maintain a LITTLE bit of physical human anatomy logic (which it does), then Bakugo really would die. So I expect him to pop back up pretty quick. If he doesn’t and this is dragged out beyond reason, well, I’ll be here complaining lol.

#in my head a possibility is that deku sees Tenko’s memories because of AFO not Shig #because AFO likes to mess with people and will probably figure out what Midoriya wants to do #and play off of that #oh you want to save HIM? HIM??? #well let me tell you why that won’t be possible #and then taunts him that way idk #and then he knows what he has to do when he does get to Shig #idk but a lot of things need to develop in other ways and happen before Midoriya even sees Shigaraki #so while I’m annoyed at the possibility of berserk deku for then nth time #stagnating the story for fan service #I’m not too worried that it’ll happen #cuz there doesn’t seem to be room for it right now #bnha #boku no hero academia #anonymous #bnha asks #bnha 362

[rsmrymnt-tea]

I hope you feel better soon :( Little Solomon is right, and you are loved ♥

aww noelle i swear you’re so so so sweet ;w; i’ll come out of this funk soon, my mood always tends to dip drastically after something good happens >.< shaking my fist at my brain sigh but it will pass!

I hope your days have been going well tho? :0 saw that lots have been happening on your end!

#chat & colloquy #amistytown #today’s serotonin is 70% dependent on a few packages arriving lmao >.> #might also have to reorganize my room for the nth time as well…

[stingmagazine]

The Threat of Digital Sexual Slavery: Nth rooms

#articles #i have been extremely interested in these sorts of cases lately #this probably wont be my only nth room post

[the-nth-room]

I still hate marketing

#page 2 #note #writing #the nth room

[yongseungkim]

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#trying to get slightly mentally healthier has turned my life into disarray #its definitely not easy on my own so maybe i should give therapy a try again #but its been hard to find one that clicks like idk #cuz ive been thinking ltos of thoughts id ont know what to do with #and i feel bad for my closest friends bc i talk about the same things all the time #at least with a therapist i wouldnt feel as bad to talk about this same girl for the nth time lol #things are just so confusing #finally moved in with her and like #the worst part in me is like wow this is so disappointingly platonic LKSJDLFK #god to a friend whos been nothing but nice to me and has graciously offered her place and her bed #but idk what i subconsciously expected #i kinda wanna do things w her when shes home and like #yeah ive talked to her about this bc theres so many feelings involved #bc im used to visitng her place for more social things right and we did talk and talk a lot when i came over #but now that we're living together its not the same like everyone has their own wind down routine and stuff #and like while i might wanna talk w her and do things w her that feels so incredibly selfish of me :(((((((((((((((( #its so weird to room with a friend bc of that lol i havent had roommates ive considered friends #so i was more than okay with like locking myself up in my room but like w her i just wanna talk #and i think what was subconsciously eating at me too was just comparing myself w how she acts w other ppl which is the root to all sadness #*ik but like ahhh idk

[nyttedryst]

You had one job.

It's to deliver Kento's lunch without being seen by him or talk with him since your ass thinks it's much convenient rather than arguing again. After all you turn silent whenever in front of a confrontation which Kento would always do like the mature man he is.

You had one job.

Literary one job, so why are you on his office's couch writhing with his head in between your thighs and a couple of bullet vibrators he managed to tape on your sensitive nipples

"still not gonna talk ha? Stubborn brat."

He muffled, sloppily sucking onto your clit that makes your back arched and your hips bucking up to his face practically humping his tongue. You huffed throwing your head back as you bit onto your fingers when he paused in the middle of you being on the edge. Completely denying you of your climax for the nth time, your cunt desperately clenching around nothing.

Kento is not the type of man to be physically affectionate in public, that's just not him but apparently he's the type to secretly fuck you on his office in the middle of the day the moment he saw how one of his employee eyed you down with that sundress.

"Nami- wait- Can't-" you can barely form coherent words when a knock on the door interrupted. Loud squelching remaining echoing through the room.

"oh so now you wanna talk? Too late doll. Come in." You push the edge of your sundress down, covering his head which causes him to chuckle. His hand sneakily grabs another bullet vibrator which he entered in your soaked walls. Your mind although fogged up from the ecstasy managed to glance as the door opened, his secretary shock and flustered immediately turn back.

"I said come in." With hesitation, his secretary entered, their gaze avoiding yours. Kento keeps his pace on your clit, together with the vibrations of the toys attached to you bringing you to pure ecstasy. You're crying, whimpering as you grip his hair pulling it which he didn't really care about, you just taste so divine..so addictive to think this is all his.

"sir- I uhh have gathered the papers that need your signature..I..have also contacted Mr. Yue from the.. Acnoba company and they agreed on testing and improving our new product with their help they wish to have a meeting with you tomorrow should I add it to your schedule?" His secretary's words blurred in with your noises, he so professionally pulled away keeping his thumb on your clit. His gaze never wavered from your poor quivering body, hungrily taking in the sight that intoxicates his mind.

"leave the papers on my desk, add the meeting with Mr. Yue to my schedule. Inform them that I am looking forward to collaborating with Acnoba and exploring the possibilities of improving our new product-" His words got cut off as you let out a whine when he swiftly took out the bullet vibrator from your cunt to your clit. His digits replace the toy relishing in on how you deliciously spasm around it relentlessly hitting that spot that makes your eyes roll back.

"also prepare the contract for the collaboration of the- oh." He turned silent as you arched your back hiding your face as you squirt all over him. From his fingers to his face... A second of silence passed, his secretary not being able to handle the situation excuse themselves.

"mmm, bad move doll."

#jjk x reader #jjk smut #nanami smut #nanami kento #nanami x reader #kento nanami #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #kento x reader #i'm too lazy to proofread this

[itostea]

the strongest (gojo x wife! reader)

gojo can't help but feel annoyed that he feels concern for the wife he swears he doesn't care for.

warnings: arranged marriage au, gojo refers to you as his wife, enemies to lovers (?), gojo tells you to lift up your top, slight angst, he's really bad at feelings okay, image from loving yamada-kun at lv999 (part of gojo’s wife series)

The lines of intrigue and fear are often blurred. It explains why we admire fire from afar, careful not to get too close in hopes of not getting burned. It explains why we find peace in parts of the ocean and tense up in deeper parts. It also explains why Gojo Satoru seeks your presence yet pushes you away the moment he finds himself feeling something other than indifference or vexation–it’s never hatred though. The strongest can’t envision himself ever hating his wife and it scares him. 

He’s not sure that can be said about you. Gojo wouldn’t be surprised if you grew to hate him after the treatment you put up with. 

Your marriage is what you call a “marriage of convenience” and Gojo made sure you remembered that. He wasn’t always so distant with you. Back then, you might’ve considered him a friend but time did its bidding and you two drifted apart, your time together merely a memory. Now fast forward a few years and you were wedded to him, taking up his surname and sleeping in the same house as him–in separate rooms of course. 

Your steps on the wooden floors were silent as you intended not to make a single noise at such a late hour. You sighed, feeling the weight of your heavy shoulders drag you down. 

Gojo might be considered cruel to you but the elders were on a different level. They knew this mission would be too much for you yet they sent you on it as punishment for speaking your mind the last time everyone gathered. 

At that time, your husband had an unfamiliar gleam in your eyes as you voiced your thoughts on the matter of Itadori. He’s a nice kid, you thought when you first saw the pink-haired boy. 

Taking away his youth wouldn’t be fair. After all, he didn’t choose to have the Ryomen Sukuna use him as a vessel. Yet, sentiment doesn’t do well with the higher ups and they made sure you knew your place with the mission they sent you on. 

You inhaled sharply, wincing as you felt the bruise on your rib with your palm. There was blood soaking your tights, little cuts littering your legs. You’re so tired you can’t find it in yourself to even eat. Then again, you needed to be in your best condition tomorrow since another mission was sent out of you and specifically you. Those in power always make sure it’s clear that they are in power. Your voice of opinion meant nothing to their beliefs in tradition or what you liked to call, “backward thinking.” That’s one thing you and your husband could agree on. 

“Ow,” you wince for the nth time as you open the fridge, scanning the items. Mochi. Ice-cream. Leftover cake. Perhaps it would’ve been wiser to go grocery shopping a day prior so you could have a proper meal. This was the kind of stuff Gojo could live on but you couldn’t. Closing the fridge, you opt for instant ramen instead. Not the best choice in regards to healthiness but cracking an egg in there meant more protein and it also minimized the spice levels. 

You’re halfway in between preparing the noodles when you feel a presence right beside you and soft breathing besides your ears. “You’re home,” your ‘husband’ mumbles, his eyes half-lidded from just having woken up. 

“God! Satoru!” You gasp, flinching away from and only realizing how close he was. For someone who claimed he wasn’t interested in you, he didn’t know what personal space was. “How did you know I was home?”

“Your cursed energy leaked in,” he shrugs his shoulders, peering down at you without the constraints of his blindfold or shades. You gulp as his eyes flit up and down your appearance, causing your insides to tense up in a sudden wave of self-consciousness. Being scrutinized by the six-eyes himself wasn’t much fun and you’re suddenly aware of the fact that your hair is disheveled and your face is sweaty from just having come home from a grueling mission. 

You don’t even notice the glint of rage that crosses his hues before he masks it. “Who did this to you?”

“Huh?” You blink, coming to your senses that your body was bloodied up and battered from having fought a curse. “Oh it was just a mission. It’s normal to be hurt on missions.” 

Gojo’s been living with you for nearly half a year now and he knows you’re more than competent when it comes to shaman duties (not that he’d ever tell you). He knows you return home by 7 p.m.., and never at hours well past midnight. He knows that you usually only get injuries on your back because you get careless at times. But now, he sees cuts everywhere and he’s not sure if you’re running on adrenaline or if you’re too tired to notice. 

His eyes glance at the way you press a palm on your rib, subconsciously squeezing the area as if hiding it from him. “Let me see.”

Your surprise is immediate and he would’ve felt a strange fluttering in his stomach if not for this concern he was experiencing for you. You smile. “See what?”

“Your injury. Let me see it,” he says again, pressing on the hand you hold close to your ribs, narrowing his eyes as you hiss in pain. “Don’t be stubborn (Name).” 

His voice is different from the cheery one he often uses and you’re left leaning further into the kitchen counter, acutely aware of the fact that his taller frame wasn’t allowing you to escape. His eyes widen the slightest once he gets a glimpse of your flustered expression as you peer up at him and he only realizes what he was asking from you. Part of him tells him to ignore this and pretend his concern for you was brief. Yet, part of him screams at him that he was your husband, so he should feel the right to be worried–even if he was months late. 

He sighs, tilting his head. “I’m just going to look. I promise I won’t do anything else,” his voice is oddly tender as he speaks to you, a contrast to the usual nonchalance you’re used to. 

You gulp and let out a shaky sigh, giving in when your fingers reach to pull your top up for him to see the bare skin that you can’t even say is spotless or void of marks. Multiple wounds litter your skin–some faded, some new. You’re scared his gaze would show some signs of judgment or disgust but you’re left bemused when you see how his eyebrows furrow and his lips purse. For a second, you allow yourself to be deluded by the fact that he might be worried but you quickly abandon that thought, averting your eyes from him.

You can see how he pieces everything together. From the way you rebelled against the elders and how they saw it as a means to punish you. He does it so quickly that you can only blink when his blank expression morphs into something different. You almost feel relieved from the fact that his expression of pure anger wasn’t directed at you and rather those who sent you on the mission.

It’s almost natural how he slides the top further up, mapping the extent of the bruise with his eyes. His hands are warm and calloused. They’re also gentle, tracing the bruise carefully to not hurt you. “I’ll kill those old bastards,” he chuckles with a sneer. “They have some nerve letting my wife take this mission without me.”

You frown as you see his anger first-hand. “Satoru–”

“Why didn’t you go to Shoko?” He interrupts, gently holding on your waist to prop you on the counter while he stands in between your legs. He watches you intently, in search of answers.

You feel somewhat embarrassed as his hand still lifts your top up to see the bare skin but don’t comment on it. “I didn’t want to bother her so late at night…”

For the first time since today, you see him flash a genuine smile, as if exasperated by your reasoning. “But you’re fine with bothering me?” 

“That’s different!” You say, a pout slowly forming on your lips and he can’t help but feel drawn to you even if he doesn’t want to. 

He laughs as you pull your top down with a huff, finding it cute that you were so bashful. “Because I’m your husband?” 

You go silent and for a second, Gojo thinks he’s messed up for mentioning that. Despite being your husband, he’s not the greatest at doing his job. He’s not callous or spiteful towards you, instead taking on more of a cold and aloof attitude towards you. Even so, he thinks that hurts just as much as a few insults. 

He’s about to pull back but your voice draws him back to you. “Yeah. It’s because you’re my husband.”

Gojo can’t stop himself from glancing at your lips at that single statement. He was today years old when he realized he was a man of simple tastes. All you had to do was tell him that he was your husband and he’d want to kiss you until your lips turned red. He considers himself lucky that you didn’t see that slip-up of his–though he wouldn’t have minded if you did.

He breathes out a sigh, propping his chin atop your head while his fingers draw circles around your hips. “I won’t let them hurt you.”

It’s a vow he swears to keep. 

“I know,” you whisper quietly enough for him to hear. “You’re the strongest after all.”

He thinks it’s funny that even as the strongest, he feels weak when he feels your fingers play with his sleeves. No words are said after that and a comfortable silence drifts between you two. It’s like the barrier between the two of you is cracking once you feel his lips press gently against your forehead and you think it's his way of sealing the promise. 

Gojo Satoru thinks–or rather he knows that he wouldn’t mind living the rest of his life with you. And he knows that he should fix his behavior around you and stop running away. That way, instead of a kiss to the forehead, he can finally give you one on your lips. 

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #satoru gojo #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #arranged marriage #i'm in my jjk phase bye