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stvolanis · 4 months

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BIRTHDAY BOY

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PAIRINGS: Elvis Presley x wife! Reader

WARNINGS: tooth rotting fluff! Not proofread, clingy reader, no use of y/n, slight angst (Elvis thinks reader forgot his birthday), surprise party, kissing, pet names, the Memphis mafia been goofballs

NSFW WARNINGS: p in v sex, oral (m receiving), slight ball play ig?, light choking, hair pulling, daddy kink (duhh), cream pie, breeding kink, lingerie

sorry if I missed anything!! And happy birthday to the king of rock n’ roll<3

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The entire day you and Elvis’ Memphis mafia have been planning is birthday party. His dad even started helping out.

It was going to be spectacular. You’d ordered a large 5 layered cake with buttercream frosting and strawberries, and written on top in cursive was ‘long live the king’ with a little 25 under it.

The house was decorated in head to toe with gold and white streamers, balloons, confetti, and any other kind of decor you could imagine fit for the king of rock n’ roll.

Elvis Presley had been gone for a week, taking on an acting gig in Florida, Miami. You missed him dearly, but you knew he was coming home today. Every time he called one of the house phones who would always chat your ear off on how much he wanted to see you. You’d think he had separation anxiety (he does).

The warmth of his voice on the line brought endless smiles to your face, and his amazing voice made giggles erupt from your throat. Everything about him shined, inside and out. He was beautiful, and a very charismatic man.

He had a certain feel about him. In a way where everyone would stop what they were doing just to catch a glimpse of him. He could hold an entire rooms attention and keep it, and sometimes he didn’t even realize it. People looked at him as if he were a god, and hell, maybe he was.

Elvis was a giving man. If you knew him, then you’d know that he shined so bright, he made the people around him shine, too. And to Elvis, you shined the most. He adored you. Every little thing about you was imperfectly perfect to him in just the right ways.

Elvis was a good husband, despite what people in the press have said. He takes care of you more than he takes care of himself, and he does it with a smile on his face and love in his heart that he only holds for you.

Elvis always told you that you were his angel. You were sent by the heavens to watch over him, guide him and love him for all he is after his mother died. You healed him and changed a broken, distraught man into the brightest star.

But you knew it was the other way around.

You found each other in a hopeless state, but together you overcame it and helped each other. Elvis was always kind to you, even if you two had petty little arguments, he’d always make it up to you by showering you in kisses with little ‘I’m sorrys’. How could you not forgive him when he was the sweetest man you’d ever met?

He remembered every anniversary. Every birthday. Every Valentine’s Day. He showered you in gifts, attention, dates, and never shut up about you in the press. You were sure interviews were sick and tired of him ranting on about how ‘good of a wife’ you are like a lovesick puppy, but it filled you with butterflies knowing he held you in such high regards.

Elvis was your person, and you were his. You’d known that since the day you met, and the day he popped the big question on a Thursday night in Hawaii confirmed it. It’s been bliss since you’d known him, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

But now, you sat nervously on the couch, biting down on your manicured nails nervously.

You hadn’t answered any of the 4 times Elvis has called you, and you knew he’d be worried by now. It was his birthday, and you felt bad because you didn’t want to upset him—but the surprise will be all worth it.

You wore his favorite outfit. A light blue, low cut dress that ended mid thigh, paired with black marry janes and white socks that sat a few inches below your knees. You also wore a white pearl necklace that acted as a light choker, and to top it all off, a silver chain sat secured gracefully on your neck that read ‘E.P’. A beautiful necklace your lover gifted to you for your 2nd anniversary.

But you wore a secret under your pretty little dress that Elvis would surely adore later tonight.

“Everyone, I just got word that Elvis is down the road, get in your places!” Gunner, a mutual friend of you and Elvis, shouted. You quickly took your place around the corner from the door, so you could be the first person he sees when he walks through the large entrance.

The lights were turned off and the room was silent as you heard booming footsteps come up the familiar stairs of Gracelands’ entrance.

You sucked in a breath of air as the door swung open, and you could already feel his suffocating presence in the house.

“Baby?! Where ya at?!” He yelled out, his voice laced with concern as he began to move towards the stairs, assuming you were in your shared bedroom. You giggled a little, and Elvis’ head snapped to your direction. You’d been caught.

“Surprise! Happy birthday, honey!” You yelled out, along with everyone else. Elvis let out a breath of air he’d been holding in for what felt like all day. No matter how many times he’s left home, weeks on end, you’d never gone not one day without calling him and tellin’ him all about your boring day without him around.

He drug a hand down his face with a groan, followed by a deep chuckle as your body collided with his in a tight hug. He kissed the top of your head, and finally, you’d felt his arms around you again. And it’s was as if all of his love visibly seeped into you.

“Was so worried, satin. Thought somethin’ bad happened to ya.” He huffed out with furrowed brows. You laughed as you cupped his face in your dainty hands. “Nothin’ bad happened, Elvis. Just wanted to give you a lil surprise is all.” You muttered as you brought his face down to your level, giving him the tenderest of kisses.

You tasted like vanilla on his tongue, mixed with cherry from the cherry lollipop you always had in your mouth. Elvis wasn’t sure how you hadn’t gotten a cavity from it yet. Your hair smelled like fresh rose water, and he knew it was from your annual bath-soakings full of the best rose petals money can buy and scented bath bombs.

You were warm against him, your small body molding and fitting perfectly against him. He loved you. God, did he love you. His baby. His love. His wife. The woman he plans to bear his children. He couldn’t get enough of you

“I got you a cake, Elvis.” You smiled up at him. You were the cutest thing he’d ever seen. Your smile was contagious to him, as he felt a grin spread across his face. “Yeah, lemme see it, baby.” He said.

You clapped your hands together, exited to see his reaction of the large cake, decorated to perfection. You took his large hand in yours and dragged him to where everyone else was in the dining room. On the table sat the cake, and Elvis felt his eyes widen at the mere heigh of it.

“Woah, that’s a lot of sugar, honey.” He chuckled out as he walked closer to take a good look. “Look at the top, El.” You urged. Like a good husband, he obliged and a chuckle rumbled in his chest.

“I love it, baby.” He said as he walked over and tightly hugged you, slightly lifting you off the ground in the process. “I’m glad! I hoped you would.” You said happily.

He didn’t have a chance to respond before the Memphis mafia swept him away from you. “Sharing is caring!” They yelled with loud boyish chuckles as they went to the pool room. Elvis mounted an ‘im sorry’, to which you merely giggled.

All throughout the night Elvis was occupied with his family and friends celebrating. You knew you shouldn’t, but you had to admit that you felt kind of neglected. In more ways than one.

He’d looked so unbelievably handsome all night, and you couldn’t help but become all hot and bothered as the night continued. You watched him play pool with his friends, his arms were exposed and fit. Elvis was no muscle maniac, but he had just the right amount for your mouth to start watering like a bitch in heat at the sight.

You finally built up enough courage to speak up about it as you walked over to where he stood in all his glory. His back was now facing you as you lightly gripped his arm to grab his attention, making him spin around to look at you.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He asked, his accent thick. You grew shy as his friends grazed in on the interaction, being nosy. You chewed on the bottom of your lip, and Elvis understood as he slightly leaned down is you could whisper into his ear. “M horny, Elvis.” You muttered, barely just loud enough for him to hear.

Elvis lightly hummed. “S that right?” He asked, and you nodded in confirmation. “Alright, don’t worry, sugar, I’ll take care of ya.” He stated.

“I’m done for the night, fellas.” He said as he tangled his fingers with yours, pulling you away from the group of men. They whistled knowingly, followed by a few hollers, making your cheeks flush red and bury yourself in Elvis’ side. He chuckled as his arm wrapped around you, walking up the stairs to your shared room.

He opened the door for you and flicked the lamp light on. “I got another surprise for you.” You muttered, shy under his gaze. He peered down at you. “Yeah? What is it, baby?” He asked, his breathing heavy.

You began to slide your dress off of your shoulders, below your breasts and down your hips before letting it fall to the floor beneath you. Elvis’ mouth watered at the sight and he felt his pants tighten uncomfortably, his slacks suddenly becoming too tight in his crotch area.

There you stood, in a baby pink lingerie set. Floral and lacy, nipples and pussy barely covered by flimsy fabric. Your thighs covered in garters with little pink flowers embroidered onto them delicately. What made Elvis go over the edge though, is when you turned around to show him your perky ass.

In cursive, sat nice and pretty was ‘Elvis Presley’.

He felt like he could cum in his pants right then and there.

“D-do you like it?” You asked, nervous at his silence. He scoffed. “Like it? Baby, i fuckin’ love it.” He said, spinning your around to face him before sliding his hands past your waist, down to your ass, tightly squeezing both of your ass cheeks.

You bit your lip as you looked up at him. “Yeah?” You whispered as his leaned down. “Fuck yes.” He muttered before his lips crashed down onto yours in a heated kiss.

It was sloppy as your tongues tangled with each other, you fighting for some kind of dominance that you knew Elvis wouldn’t allow. You sucked his bottom lip into your mouth, making him groan, biting your lip in retaliation. His hands squeezing the fat of your ass tighter, gripping you impossibly closer to him.

“Let me make you feel good, Elvis.” You breathed out against his lips. He merely clicked his tongue. “Hm?” He asked again. Your legs rubbed together, slick coating both of your inner thighs.

“Please let me make you feel good, daddy.” You repeated, more desperately this time. He groaned in satisfaction. “Good girl, go ahead, baby.” He urged.

You dropped to your knees and watched as he unbuttoned his pants, letting them drop to the floor. You licked your lips at the sight of his leaking cock, standing hard and ready for you in any way you can take him. He was long and girthy, balls hung, seemingly painfully full. Your core ached to relieve him.

You licked around his tip before licking his slit that leaked slaty pre-cum, and his hiss was enough for you to suck his tip into your mouth. “Fuck!” He yelped out as you sucked harshly, before taking him deeper into your mouth.

You bobbed your head up and down, your hands reaching to fondle his aching balls. If there was one thing you knew how to do, it was giving mind blowing, other worldly head. Your little mouth drove Elvis beyond crazy, wether it be for talking shit or having his cock in it.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head as you effortlessly deep throated his cock, and you felt him throb in your mouth. You gagged around him, making him throw his head back and let out a desperate moan.

“Yess, fuck! Just like that, honey. Suckin’ your husbands cock so well. Takin’ such good care of me.” He breathed out. You knew he was about to cum as his fingers found their way in your large hair, gripping tightly. “M gonna cum, baby. Shit.” He moaned out.

Your mouth moved to suck one of his balls into your mouth and your hand moved quickly to stroke his needy cock. Your hand moved fast, your fist tight around him. It was all too much, the way your mouth sucked his balls in like a vacuum and your hand stroking his hand at a quickening pace.

His cum spurted from his cock, and your mouth shot up just in time to get it in your mouth. You sucked his tip, milking him of all the cum he had stored away in his heavy balls. “Holy fuck, you’re so fuckin’ good, soso good f’me.” He said, mouth hung agape as you released his tip with a loud ‘pop’.

You opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out to show him the cum that rested on your tongue. He licked his lips and felt his cock harden again. “Swallow.” He said. And like the good little wife you are, you listened..

“Good girl. Now, getcha’ lil ass on the bed n’ bend over f’daddy.” He said as he helped you to your feet, slapping your ass playfully as you passed by him to the bed, making you giggle.

You bent over, legs spread enough so he could see the thin string covering your pussy that was now a darker shade of pink from your juices. “Look at you, all nice n pretty. All this for me, sweetheart?” He asked as he slipped the thin string to the side.

You nodded your head feverishly. “Yes, daddy. M’only wet f’you.” You muttered as you teased your ass into the air, pushing it towards him. He swatted your asses harshly, once, twice, before he lined himself to your entrance.

He teased his tip into you, making you groan. “Please, please, please—“ you chanted like it was a prayer. His hand snapped to your hair, leaning your head back. “You take what I give you, wife.” He muttered as he tenderly kissed your forehead.

“Yes, daddy, m’sorry.” You muttered out, gasping as you felt his cock enter you without warning. His tip kissed your cervix, and your mouth hung open, throat going dry. “Shit, so tight. Grippin’ my cock so good.” He huffed out.

“E-Elvis!” You whimpered out, the sting making your eyes water. His heart ached at the sound of you in any kind of pain. He peppered sweet kisses along your spine and on your shoulders in reassurance. “S okay, m’ gon’ take care of ya, don’t worry.” He whispered into your hair as he kissed your head.

Your stomach felt like it was doing summer salts and butterflies exploding in it all at once. You loved him more than words could ever describe and nothing in the world would ever change the way he made you feel, even 5 years deep into marriage, he still makes you fall in love with him all over again.

A wave of pleasure consumed you as you felt him re-enter you, picking up his pace at pounding into your throbbing cunt. “Elvis! Fuck! Just like that!” You moaned out.

Every time his hips slammed into yours, you released little ‘ahs’. The sound was like music to his ears. Knowing he was making you feel good, made him feel at least 20x better. If there was one thing he took pride in, it was pleasing his woman in every way he could.

“Gonna fill this lil pussy, you want that? Hm? Want me to fill you with my babies?” He asked, his hands gripped your hips. “Yes, yes, please! Need your cum in me, daddy!” You groaned.

He pulled out of you, flipping you around before re-entering you. “Wanna see you when we cum, yeah? Gon’ see ya beautiful fuckin’ face, honey.” He moaned out as he leaned down to press a kiss to your lips.

He was pussy drunken and his mind was fuzzy as your walls squeezed him in a vice grip. He didn’t know how much longer he would last. “Daddy! M’gonna cum, fuck m’gonna cum!” Your voice high pitched, and your head thrown back. Elvis brought his hand up to your neck, squeezing your throat just enough to make you see stars when it was paired with his piercing cock.

“Need you.” You whimpered out, grabbing at his free hand. A thing you did that Elvis thought was the cutest thing, and adored so much, was that every time you came on his cock, you made sure to hold his hand. It comforted you and Elvis loved it as he reached his high. “I’m right here, satin. Gon’ fill this cunt.” He said, biting his lip.

“Oh!” You moaned out as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, covering Elvis’ lower abdomen in your vile juices just as he painted the inside of your walls white with his seed.

He fucked you through your orgasm, and you could feel each time his cock spurted out a new round of cum inside of you. His balls tightening as your sweet pussy milked him, and all he could think about was how nice and round you’ll be with his babies. The perfect wife.

Your hand reached up to lovingly cup his face, leaning up to press a sweet kiss to his bitten lips.

“Happy birthday, baby.”

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mindfuljujutsu · 7 months

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Moonlit Destiny: A Sorcerer's Arrangement

In the world of sorcery and ancient clans, two souls are thrust into an unyielding destiny that neither of them desires. Hanae Tsukiyama, a skilled sorceress with the unique ability to harness the power of the moon, is determined to protect her family's legacy. But when a prophecy dictates that she must marry the enigmatic Satoru Gojo, a sorcerer with a reputation as fierce as his powers, her world is turned upside down. Satoru Gojo, a free spirit and renowned sorcerer, has always walked his own path. Forced into an arranged marriage by tradition and prophecy, he finds himself bound to a woman he barely knows and a destiny he never wanted.

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warnings: None for now.

a/n: Another Satoru Gojo series!! This one has been playing on my mind for a while now, so i thought that I might as well type it out and post it on tumblr. This wasn't going to be a series, but after realising just how much i wrote, I thought it would be best to post it in parts. The second part of this series is already in the works, and I'm in the process of fine-tuning and editing it, so keep an eye out for that! I hope you enjoy! Happy reading!

Hanae found herself standing before the grand wrought-iron gates of the Gojo estate, her heart pounding like a distant war drum. Flanked by her parents, both adorned in traditional robes, they wore expressions marked by anticipation and trepidation. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the meticulously manicured gardens that encircled the grand mansion, with cherry blossoms whispering in the breeze, their delicate petals falling like pale confetti.

This meeting, though explained as a significant formality, felt to Hanae like a noose tightening around her future—a future she hadn't chosen herself.

As the gates slowly creaked open, revealing the path leading to the grand entrance, Hanae's mother, a woman whose wisdom was etched into every line of her face, gave her daughter's hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Remember, my dear," her mother said, her voice filled with gentle encouragement. "This is for the sake of our clan. We carry the weight of generations on our shoulders."

Hanae nodded, her lips curving into a determined yet uneasy smile. "I understand, Mother."

The door to the Gojo mansion swung open, revealing an opulent foyer adorned with priceless artifacts and ancient scrolls. Servants in traditional attire bustled about, tending to their duties with practiced grace.

Hanae's gaze was drawn to the imposing figure standing at the center of the room, surrounded by an aura of power and privilege. Hiroshi Gojo, head of the prestigious Gojo clan, and his wife, Ayaka Gojo, awaited their arrival, both dressed in traditional attire. They scanned their guests with a hint of curiosity.

"Welcome, Tsukiyama-san," Hiroshi said, his voice smooth and confident, yet tinged with an underlying tension that mirrored Hanae's own feelings.

"Gojo-san," Hanae's father greeted, bowing respectfully. "Thank you for welcoming us into your home."

"Of course, we are meeting here to discuss very important matters," Hiroshi replied.

As Hanae observed Hiroshi's eyes on her, she felt a sense of unease settling over her like a second skin. The scrutiny was almost palpable, and she quickly lowered her gaze out of respect for her elder.

Hiroshi gestured to the woman standing one step behind him. "This is my wife, Ayaka."

Hanae and her parents bowed in greeting, receiving a nod in return from Ayaka.

Takeshi, Hanae's father, introduced his wife, Akiko, to the Gojo family. Hiroshi, in turn, acknowledged Hanae as the young woman they had all been waiting for.

Taking a deep breath, Hanae took a step forward and offered a deep and respectful bow to her potential new in-laws. "Gojo-dono, Gojo-sama, it's an honor to meet you."

Hiroshi seemed pleased with her manners, his voice tinged with a barely detectable chuckle. "Such great manners. Now that all introductions have been made, why don't we all have some tea?"

With that, Hanae and her family were led down the beautiful corridors of the traditional Japanese mansion and into a sitting room designated for hosting.

The initial moments were filled with small talk among the adults while Hanae sat lost in thought. She wondered about her potential future husband, who was conspicuously absent at the moment. Perhaps, she considered, he was running late or even contemplating skipping the meeting altogether.

The conversation in the room flowed like a gentle stream, finding moments of tranquility amidst the weight of tradition. Hanae's heart fluttered with nervous anticipation as she exchanged pleasantries with the Gojo family. Her parents' eyes held a mixture of hope and caution as they conversed.

But then, the atmosphere shifted subtly. The door to the room swung open, and in walked Satoru Gojo, the central figure in this arrangement. His entrance exuded an air of nonchalance that seemed to fill the room. He strode in casually, his steps unhurried, as if he had no particular interest in the proceedings. His gaze, obscured by a pair of sunglasses, brushed over the assembled guests before settling on Hanae.

Their eyes met, and Hanae couldn't help but feel a pang of uncertainty. This was the man she was meant to marry, chosen for her by their families and traditions, yet he seemed entirely disinterested.

With languid grace, Satoru Gojo approached, his words dripping with nonchalance. "My apologies for keeping you all waiting," he said, his tone devoid of warmth or enthusiasm. "I hope this meeting won't take too much of our time."

Takeshi Tsukiyama, maintaining his composure, offered a polite greeting. "Not at all, Gojo-san. We appreciate your willingness to meet with us."

Satoru merely shrugged, his arrogance palpable. "Well, here I am. Let's get this over with."

The room fell into an uneasy silence as the weight of his indifference settled in. Hanae couldn't help but wonder about the future that lay ahead, a future with a man who appeared to care so little about the arrangement that bound them together.

Takeshi Tsukiyama cleared his throat, sensing that it was time to broach the matter that had brought them all together. "Gojo-san," he began, his tone measured and respectful, “Thank you for meeting with us. Our families have a long history, and it is with great respect for tradition that we come to discuss the prospect of a union between our clans."

Satoru Gojo leaned back in his chair, his sunglasses hiding his eyes. "I'm aware of our families' history and traditions, Tsukiyama-san," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of impatience. "But let's not beat around the bush. We're here to discuss an arranged marriage, aren't we?"

Hanae nodded, her voice steady despite the unease she felt. "Yes, Gojo-san, that is the purpose of our meeting."

Satoru Gojo let out a long sigh, as if the entire affair bored him. "Fine, then. Let's hear what you have to say."

And with those words, the negotiation for an arranged marriage between the Tsukiyama and Gojo clans began.

"As you may know," Takeshi started, "the Tsukiyama clan has a unique history. We are the sole survivors of a clan that was sent as a gift from the gods during the prime era of sorcery."

Ayaka Gojo leaned forward slightly, her curiosity piqued. "A gift from the gods, you say?"

"Yes," Hiroshi confirmed, "it is a belief that has been passed down through generations. Our clan's history is deeply intertwined with sorcery, and our ancestors were revered for their abilities."

Satoru finally showed a hint of interest, albeit masked by his arrogance. "So, what does this have to do with our meeting today and the arranged marriage?"

Takeshi exchanged a brief glance with Hiroshi before continuing, "A prophecy, Gojo-san. A prophetess foretold that if a member of our clan were to marry the heir of the Gojo clan, their offspring would possess unparalleled power and bring great luck."

Satoru's eyes narrowed slightly as he processed this information. "Unparalleled power and great luck?"

Hiroshi nodded, hoping to emphasize the significance of the arrangement. "Indeed, Satoru. Our families have always held the utmost respect for tradition and the prophecies that guide our destinies. We believe that this union could bring immense benefits to both our clans."

Akiko Tsukiyama joined the conversation, her voice gentle but earnest. "It is our hope that this arranged marriage will strengthen the bonds between our families, preserving the legacy of the Tsukiyama clan and ensuring a prosperous future for both of our bloodlines."

Satoru leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful look in his eyes. "Benefits to both our clans, you say. And what if I have no interest in this arrangement?"

Takeshi chose his words carefully. "We understand that this is not a decision to be taken lightly, Gojo-san. We merely wish to present the opportunity for consideration. The choice, of course, ultimately lies with you and Hanae."

Hanae, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up, her voice steady despite her nervousness. "I hope that we can approach this with open hearts and minds, for the sake of tradition and the future."

The room fell into a contemplative silence as the weight of their words hung in the air. The arrangement had been laid bare before them, and now, it was up to Satoru Gojo to decide whether tradition and prophecy would guide his future.

Gojo contemplated Hanae’s words for a few seconds before clearing his throat, seemingly having made up his mind. “I believe that prophecies are a bunch of bogus,” He started, taking in all the intense stares from everyone in the room.

“They tell you whatever they think you want to hear. So, if everyone in this room thinks that I’m going to let some ‘prophecy’-" he uses his fingers to air quote- “decide on my future, then you all got something coming."

“What are you trying to say, Satoru?” Hiroshi asked, a stern look on his face.

“That we not place our future in the hands of a prophecy. One that we can’t even prove is real.”

Hiroshi burst out laughing, as if everything that Gojo had just said was a joke.

“Satoru,” He started, looking at Gojo. In the next second, the smile on Hiroshi’s face was gone.

A chill ran down Hanae’s back at the quick change of emotions from Hiroshi. People who could change their emotions in a split second made Hanae uneasy.

“While Takeshi’s deal is honorable,” He said, waving at Takeshi without removing his attention from Gojo. “I will not be giving you the leisure to choose whether or not you will be marrying Hanae Tsukiyama. You will marry her, or else.”

Hiroshi’s statement left no room for argument. He was serious about this marriage and what it could mean for his family and clan. And by the looks of it, Satoru had no choice but to obey his father’s rules.

Hanae watched as Gojo’s jaw clenched, but he said nothing to fight his father’s wishes, he just stiffly nodded and said nothing more.

“Good,” Hiroshi clapped, turning his attention to Hanae.

“Now, my dear, since everything is arranged on our side, the decision lies with you,”

Hanae gulped, realizing the weight of pressure she had on her shoulders. She knew that she ultimately had no choice here, and that her father only told her that the decision ultimately laid with her. But ever since they found out about the prophecy, her parents, her grandparents, and every member of their clan has been lecturing her about the importance of her union with the Gojo clan. They all depended on her to marry Satoru Gojo.

“I agree to the marriage between Satoru Gojo and myself,” She said, raising her chin to appear brave and strong, the opposite of what she was actually feeling right now.

“But I do just have one request,” she added, before anyone could react.

Hiroshi smiled at her and gave her a nod to continue.

“Before our marriage, I would like some time for Gojo-san and myself to get to know one another better.”

The parents looked between each other, each of them nodding their heads in agreement. Hanae’s request was reasonable and was the least they could do for their children who were being forced into a loveless marriage.

“Very well,” Hiroshi nodded. “We will give you two months to get to know each other, but during those months, the wedding will be planned.”

“That means we’ll marry in two months,” Gojo stated, speaking up for the first time since getting the ultimatum from his father.

“Yes. A date will later be confirmed, but your union will be in two months' time.”

“My time can't be spent here frolicking around and getting to know some girl. I have a job, I have curses to exorcise.” Gojo said, crossing his arms. It seemed that even though he had no real say about the wedding, he was still going to make this whole process as difficult as possible.

“That will be no problem for Hanae,” Hiroshi smirked at his son.

“She will be living with you at Jujutsu High.”

Gojo scoffed, looking at Hanae before shaking his head. “And what is she supposed to do the entire time while I work and go away on missions? Just sit around in my apartment and wait for me?”

This time Hanae’s father was the one to speak. “Of course not. Hanae is a grade one sorcerer,”

“She has been accepted to teach at Jujutsu High for the foreseeable future.”

Gojo shook his head and gave Hanae a once-over, clearly judging her. Hanae was short, only measuring at 5 foot, and her build made others doubt her skills, but she was actually quite the opposite.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Satoru,” his mother scolded, speaking up for the first time. “Where are your manners? We raised you better than this. Treat your future wife with respect.”

Gojo reluctantly nodded, but seemed as if he really never actually meant it.

“Since the arrangement has been agreed upon by both families, we can now gift Hanae with her engagement ring.” Hiroshi said, ignoring his son’s little tantrum.

As if on cue, a male worker walked into the room carrying a silver tray where a black velvet box sat innocently on it. He walked to Satoru and held out the tray in an offering.

Gojo stared at the box for a second too long before reaching for it.

He stood up from his seat and approached Hanae.

With trembling hands and a fast-beating heart, Hanae stood up once Gojo reached her. He opened the box and presented the most beautiful ring that Hanae had ever seen.

The engagement ring chosen by the Gojo family for Hanae was nothing short of a dazzling masterpiece. It stood as a testament to their immense wealth and their commitment to making this arranged marriage an extravagant affair.

At its heart was a central diamond of breathtaking proportions. This remarkable gem was a paragon of clarity, brilliance, and sheer opulence. Its impressive carat weight captured the light in a way that left no doubt about its exceptional quality. It symbolized not only the significance of the union but also the immeasurable wealth of the Gojo clan.

The band that cradled this magnificent centerpiece was crafted from pure white gold, a choice that perfectly complemented the diamond's purity and sparkle. But what truly made the ring a breathtaking spectacle were the smaller diamonds that adorned the band. These gems, meticulously set in an alternating pattern, created a dazzling trail of shimmering brilliance on either side of the central diamond. Their extravagant display showcased the family's opulence and desire for the world to know it.

Delicate filigree work adorned the sides of the band, adding an extra layer of intricacy to the ring's design. These intricate patterns resembled delicate tendrils of blooming flowers and symbols of prosperity. Yet, the ring held more than just visual splendor. Etched discreetly on the inside of the band was a symbol deeply meaningful to the Gojo clan. This symbol, known only to a select few, represented the family's rich heritage, longstanding traditions, and unwavering values. Though hidden from the eyes of others, it served as a personal and profound connection to their past and their future.

Gojo gently removed the ring from the box, but Hanae was so dazed about the beautiful ring that she never realized that he was waiting for her to raise her hand. With more care than she thought he had, Gojo gently took her left hand in his and slid the ring on her finger. It was a perfect fit.

“It’s beautiful,” Hanae whispered, staring mesmerized at the ring on her finger.

“It's a Gojo family heirloom,” Ayaka mused, stepping forward to look at the ring on Hanae's hand. “This ring belonged to Satoru’s great-grandmother, who was gifted this by her husband. We obviously made some changes to make it more modern and fitting for someone of your status. I hope that you’re happy with it.”

“I’m more than happy with it. I think it’s beautiful. Thank you.” Hanae smiled at Ayaka.

Ayaka gently took Hanae’s hand and patted it in a motherly fashion, and in that moment, Hanae knew that she would get along just fine with Gojo’s mother.

“We’ve prepared engagement gifts for Hanae,” Hiroshi said, giving Hanae a small smile.

“but since you’ll be staying at Jujutsu High, we’ve taken the courtesy to send it to your new apartment with Gojo.”

Hanae thought that it was weird that they already sent her engagement gifts to Tokyo before both herself and Gojo agreed to marriage. In that moment she realized that the two of them had way less say in the whole ordeal than they originally thought.

Hanae bowed in thanks towards Hiroshi and Ayaka, “Thank you, Gojo-san.”

“As per our traditions, our family has also prepared a gift for Satoru Gojo,” Hanae’s father said, stepping up to Gojo. He removed a delicate box hidden inside his pocket and handed it to a confused Hanae, who then looked up at Gojo, who was staring intensely at her. She cleared her throat and opened the box. She was momentarily stunned at what she saw.

The bracelet that her family had gifted Gojo was one that had been in the Tsukiyama family for centuries. It was passed down to each first-born male of the head of the clan, and as the only child of the head of the clan, this bracelet was now given from her father to his future son-in-law, which would then be passed down to a son of their own.

This gift didn’t only symbolize the Tsukiyama family’s rich history but also reflected their warm welcome of Satoru Gojo into their fold. It was a family heirloom that had been treasured for generations—a bracelet crafted from an exceedingly rare and striking stone, its color reminiscent of the depths of the night.

The bracelet's main feature was the exceptional stone, a unique and highly sought-after specimen with a hue that danced between deepest black and ethereal gray. Its surface was smooth and polished to perfection. The stone itself was believed to have protective properties, guarding its wearer against adversity and negative energies.

The bracelet's design was simple yet timeless. It consisted of a series of marble-sized, perfectly polished stone beads, each separated by delicate silver spacers. The clasp, an intricate piece of silver-work, held a small family crest engraved with the symbol of the Tsukiyama clan.

As Satoru Gojo received this antique bracelet, he could feel the weight of its history and significance. It had been passed down through generations, from father to son, and now, it was entrusted to him. It served as a silent pledge of the family's support, respect, and acceptance of the arranged marriage, despite any reservations that may have lingered beneath the surface.

The bracelet was a testament to the enduring connections of the Tsukiyama clan and their commitment to fostering unity and harmony. Satoru's acceptance of this heirloom marked not only the beginning of his journey with Hanae but also the embrace of their shared future and the rich traditions that would bind their families together.

“Thank you,” Gojo mumbled as he ran his thumb over the smooth stones of the bracelet.

Just when Hanae thought that perhaps Gojo was warming up to the idea of them getting married, his emotions changed in a blink of an eye. He snapped the box holding the heirloom closed and placed it in his pocket. He didn’t take it out or even try it on.

“Very well,” Hiroshi said, breaking the awkward silence between the two families. “Now that all of that has been taken care of, why don’t we discuss the part that the wives are anticipating the most. The engagement party and the wedding.”

Both Hanae and Gojo went back to their respective seats as the discussions started taking place. It was decided that Hanae would leave for Jujutsu High in two days' time, where she would meet up with Gojo and settle down in her new home. Another meeting would take place next weekend, which was only a few days away, where the upcoming wedding would be discussed. Things such as wedding dates, the house Gojo and Hanae would be living in after marriage, and who would cover certain wedding expenses would be discussed. And lastly, the engagement party.

An official announcement would be made in a few days to other clans and to the public about the engagement of Satoru Gojo and Hanae Tsukiyama, and following closely behind, only a day after the official meeting about wedding arrangements, an engagement party would be held at the Gojo residence for all family, friends, and clans.

Feeling overwhelmed by how fast things were moving, Hanae excused herself to go to the bathroom, but she sneakily made her way into the front garden where she saw a beautiful cherry blossom tree upon entering the residence earlier.

The Tsukiyama family crest was a symbol of a cherry blossom tree in full bloom. It represented the beauty and transience of life, and it also signified the family’s commitment to renewal and protection, much like the changing seasons.

“The cherry blossoms outside are particularly beautiful this time of year, aren’t they?” Hanae mused. Even though her attention was on the tree before her, she could sense Gojo’s silent presence the moment he stepped into the garden.

Gojo chuckled, his steps approaching her figure, and stopped to stand next to her. He looked up at the big cherry blossom tree that Hanae was referring to. “You have a good sense of your environment. I’m impressed.”

Hanae smiled, turning to look at Gojo. “Just because I never graduated from Jujutsu High in Tokyo doesn’t mean that I’m a good sorcerer, Gojo-san.”

Hanae nodded back to the cherry blossom tree and turned back to look at it again. “Cherry blossoms always bring a sense of renewal and beauty to our lives. I think that’s why it’s my favorite flower. We have a cherry blossom tree in our garden back home. It’s been in our family for generations.”

Gojo hummed, “Then your name is quite fitting, isn’t it.”

Hanae looked up at Gojo, wanting him to explain further about what he meant.

“Your love for flowers and the cherry blossom. I think it’s quite fitting that the meaning of your name is flower blessing.”

Hanae chuckled and nodded, “Yes, my parents must have known what they were doing when they named me Hanae.”

“What about your clan name?” Gojo asked Hanae, looking at her with an intensity that she could feel through his dark sunglasses. “What does Tsukiyama mean?”

“Tsuki means moon, and Yama means mountain. It was chosen because of the technique used by my clan; Moonlight manipulation.”

“That’s interesting,” Gojo mused, now looking at Hanae with interest and intrigue. “Tell me about your technique. What can you do?”

“I’m sure nothing as impressive as what I heard you can do, Gojo-San,” Hanae chuckled. She turned her body to fully face Gojo’s towering body. “My clan’s techniques allows us to harness the power of the moon and manipulate it for various purposes. My clan is most well known for our healers and amplifiers, but we are capable of other techniques using the moon too.”

“Healers I understand. They use the moonlight to heal injuries, but what are amplifiers? I’ve never heard of that one before.”

“Moonlight amplification is when moonlight gets channelled by the sorcerer into a person of choice. It will enhance their strength and abilities, but only temporarily.” Hanae explained.

“What other techniques does your clan have?”

“Some have moonlight shields which are protective barriers of moonlight, some have moonbeam projections which are concentrates beams of moonlight used as offensive acts, and then there are the ones who have moonlit tracking. They can track the movements of curses or other sorcerers by sensing disturbances in the moonlight.”

“You never included yourself in any of those,” Gojo observed. “You said ‘they’ and never ‘we’ or ‘I’. Does that mean that none of those are your techniques?”

“Yes and no,” you respond. “I can do a bit of healing, but mostly on small injuries. My technique is moonlight blades and moonlit illusions.”

“I’m guessing that the blades are shaped by the moonlight?” Gojo asked, tilting his head curiously.

Hanae nodded, “Yes. They’re razor-sharp blades that can cut through curses and defend against attacks. For the illusions, I used the moonlight to make intricate illusions that can confuse and disorientate my enemies.”

Gojo whistled, looking quite impressed with her set of skills. “I know you probably get asked this a lot, but does your technique only work at night?”

Hanae couldn’t help but laugh at his question, because yes, he was right. That exact question always gets asked by people interested in her technique.

“The technique is more potent and effective at night when the moon is visible. However, it doesn’t necessarily work only at night,” Hanae explained. “At night, when the moon is in the sky, my powers are at their peak. I can perform more complex and powerful feats using moonlight during nighttime. During the day or in places with limited moonlight, like indoor environments, my abilities may be less potent or it may require more effort to use. The different phases of the moon also affects the range and strengths of my abilities.”

“Wow, that’s really quite fascinating,” Gojo nodded. “We should battle each other some day. It would be quite an interesting fight.”

“Gojo-san,” Hanae said, shaking her head in disagreement. “That wouldn’t be much of a fight. I’ve the stories. You’d have me tapping out in seconds.”

A cocky grin tugged at Gojo’s lips. He shrugged playfully, “I’ll go easy on you then.”

Both Gojo and Hanae took a moment to take the other in, before turning around and looking up at the blooming cherry blossom tree.

From beside her, Gojo took in a deep breath. “Hanae,”

Hanae turned all her attention to Gojo.

“You seem like a nice woman, but I’m going to be honest with you, I have no interest in getting married to you.

Ouch, Hanae thought to herself. Getting told by someone as handsome as Gojo that he wasn’t interested in you was a hard hit to the ego. But at the same time, she also understood where he was coming from.

“Gojo, trust me, I’m not a willing participant either, but I have no other choice,” Hanae began, looking Gojo in the eye in the hopes that he could tell how serious but sincere she was trying to be. “My family and clan are relying on me to get married to you, and I can’t let them down for my own selfish desires.”

Gojo scoffed and ran his hand through his messy, white hair. “I don’t understand. What’s the big deal about this marriage? Why do you have to marry me? Why can’t you get married to someone from the Zenin clan? I’m sure you could get someone there.”

“It’s much more complicated than that. The prophecy said that I should marry you. Our parents are not willing to let a sign of such great importance pass them by, not one that tells us about the outcome of our future.”

Gojo scoffed for the second time since joining her in the garden. “I see that they’ve got you just as brainwashed as the rest,”

He shook his head, “Just because the clan says so, doesn’t mean that it’s what you should do. Are you going to live your whole life following orders from your clan people? From your elders?”

“I really thought you were smarter than that.”

Hanae's frustration and anger continued to mount. She couldn't believe that Satoru Gojo had the audacity to belittle her choices and her loyalty to her clan. It was infuriating to have someone who knew nothing about her life pass judgment so casually.

Hanae's voice held a rare intensity as she continued, her frustration bubbling over. "Don't you dare question my loyalty to my family and clan. They've given me everything, and I'll do whatever it takes to fulfill my responsibilities to them. It's not brainwashing; it's love and duty."

Gojo's arrogant demeanor wavered for a moment, his dark sunglasses hiding his eyes. It seemed her words had struck a chord with him, even if he didn't want to admit it. For a brief moment, the two of them stood there, their gazes locked in a silent battle of wills.

With a clenched jaw and tears of anger threatening to spill, Hanae took a deep breath, determined not to let Gojo's words provoke her further. She knew that lashing out wouldn't solve anything, and she had too much at stake to let this confrontation escalate.

"Gojo-san, I understand that you might not agree with our traditions and beliefs," Hanae began, her voice trembling with suppressed emotion. "But I want you to know that I take my responsibilities seriously. This marriage isn't just about me. It's about our families and the legacy they've entrusted us with."

"Look," Hanae continued, her tone more composed now. "I don't expect you to understand everything about me or my clan, just as I don't fully understand your world. But I hope that we can find a way to make the best of this situation, for both our sakes and our families'."

Hanae turned away, returning back to the house before she got into another argument with Gojo. The tension between them remained unresolved, hanging in the air like an unspoken challenge. Gojo watched her retreating figure with a mixture of frustration and curiosity. He had agreed to cooperate, but that didn't mean he had fully accepted the situation.

With a sigh, Gojo turned his gaze back to the cherry blossom tree, its delicate blooms swaying gently in the breeze. He couldn't deny that Hanae's determination had caught his attention, but the prospect of this arranged marriage still irked him.

"I won't let them control my fate," Gojo muttered to himself, clenching his fists. He had always been a free spirit, and the idea of being bound by tradition and prophecy grated against his very nature.

While walking inside the house, a loomed in Hanae’s head. Would they find a way to coexist or would they remain locked in a struggle against a destiny they had not chosen for themselves?

a/n: Phew, that was a long one! Let me know what you think about this series. Is it worth continuing?? As I mentioned in the a/n at the beginning, I'm already working on part 2, so that should be out soon.

Please, please interact with the story if you enjoyed it, It would mean the world to me. Thanks again! 🥰

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Emotion sickness but with Ron and Dr. Drakken.

This is my take on how an alternative emotion sickness episode would go. We need to see more emotional boys. It's also long because it's the ENTIRE episode but with changes.

The episode starts off the same but instead of Drakken managing to get on his hover pad, he and Ron end up fighting/bickering and get semi in the way of Kim and Shego's fight. Either Kim or Shego falls back and bumps into the duo causing them to fall against the bookshelf and get the moodulator chips stuck against their necks. Drakken is slightly dazed and gets hit in the face with the EMA (thrown by Shego), but he manages to hold onto it. Then he gets yoinked by Shego by his collar. Ron picks up moodulator remote and they return to Middleton. The episode then continues as follows: KIM AND RON -At Kim's house- Ron: "KP! Those breakfast Nacos aren't gonna eat themselves." Ron leans back but the moodulator remote in his pocket gets activated by the shift in weight. Ron's lip starts trembling and he starts sobbing. Kim runs into the kitchen. Kim: "Ron? What's wrong??" Ron: "I was in your way KP, we ended up losing that invention thingie to Drakken and Shego because of meeee!" Kim sighs and pats his shoulder Kim: "Ron? Uhm, do you know where the Kimmunicator is?" Ron: "Oh, no worries KP" he sniffles and rubs his sleeve against his nose "I got it, it's here." he holds the moodulator controller up to Kim. Kim: "Ron, this is not the Kimmunicator." Ron: "It isn't!? Oh noooo!! I can't believe I lost the Kimmunicator as well! Waaaahh!" he sobs loudly. SHEGO AND DRAKKEN -At the lair- Shego: "Ey- Oi, Dr. D," Shego snaps her fingers in Drakken's face, "We escaped and got the 'whatchamahooey'. Shouldn't you be overjoyed and start over explaining your newest master plan to me?" Drakken: "Yeah, but... But...but... I broke a nail!" Shego: "Really? You care about your nails?" Drakken starts nodding rapidly with stifled sobs. Shego sighs and hands him her nail file. Drakken takes it and tries to desperately save his manicure.

KIM AND RON -At Kim's house- Rufus: "Oh, there, there." Rufus tries to comfort Ron. Kim: "Look, Ron, It's not big; we've lost the kimmunicator before, right?" Ron: "I know we did! When will the carelessness end?" Ron says as he throws the moodulator controller over his shoulder onto the ground, anger gets activated. Kim: "You know, your breakfast Nacos are getting cold so how about we reheat them in the microwave and get to school? Wade can find the Kimmunicator back." Ron: "I don't want those stupid Nacos anymore!" Ron shoves it away, Kim catches it just in time before it falls onto the floor. Ron: "You just want to go to school early so you can tell Wade that I lost the Kimmunicator, again! And then we can all laugh at Ron's expense while you look like little miss perfect. Yeah right! I'm going to school alone and tell this news to Wade myself!" Ron storms off, Rufus looks worried at Kim. SHEGO AND DRAKKEN -At the lab- Drakken is throwing an anger tantrum, files are spread out around the lab like confetti and cabinets are toppled over. Shego is leaning against a pillar and rolling her eyes. Shego: "Look, I get it, you were obviously upset about your broken nail." Drakken stops in his tracks and looks at Shego over his shoulder. Drakken: "Meaning...?" Shego: "Meaning that you were overreacting." Drakken's face scrunches up and he marches over towards Shego in a rather threatening manner. Even she is slightly taken aback by it. Drakken: "Overreacting? Overreacting?! Me?! I-" Drakken hits his toe hard against one of the fallen cabinets and screams out in pain curling up in a fetal position. Shego isn't sure what to do; help him up or let him be. Shego: "You know what Doc? You go figure it out, I'm going to let you cool down and when I get back, you've better cleaned up the lab and started on our doomsday thing." Shego walks towards the lab exit.

-Jim and Tim find the Moodulator controller and mess around.-

Drakken becomes sad and runs over and stands in between the exit and Shego. Drakken: "W-Wait Shego I'm so sorry, please don't leave me! I don't know what I'd do without you!" his mood gets changed from sad back to anger Drakken: "But you'd like to know, wouldn't you? Wouldn't you?! Wha... Uh... What was I talking about?" Shego cocks her eyebrow and crosses her arms Shego: Did I forget your birthday? Is that what this is about? KIM AND RON -At school at Kim's locker- Kim: "Ron what's wrong with you?! You made Big Mike cry!" Ron: "Oh trust me KP, the guy had it coming! And if I see Drakken and Shego, I'll make them cry too!" Kim: "Right... Speaking of them, I wonder what they are scheming..." Ron's mood rapidly changes to happy. Ron: "I have no idea, but I know that together, you and I, we as a team can stop them!" Ron's mood changes to sad. Ron: "...Unless I let them get away, again." Kim: "Ron, are you okay?" Ron snaps into anger. Ron: "Why? What do you mean by that?" Kim notices Josh and Tara passing by. Kim: "Oh, I see... It's okay Ron." Ron: "What do you mean, 'okay'?" Kim shakes it off because talking about Tara and Josh might be a bit too much for Ron now. Kim: "Nevermind, let's go to class. The Kimmunicator can wait" Kim grabs Ron's hand to drag him away from the 'situation', at this point his emotions shift to 'love' They arrive at their class. Kim: "Uhm, Ron? You can let go of my hand now." Ron: "What, oh- uh, yeah. Well, haha-" Ron stumbles to his seat and sighs keeping his eyes on Kim. Bonnie: "Some things are just too weird to even think about". SHEGO AND DRAKKEN -Back at the lab- Shego returns back to the lab after seemingly going out for some errands. She notices to her horror that Drakken is tinkering with her tanning light. Shego: "Dr. D, I give you 5 seconds to explain what you're doing with my tanning-" Drakken quickly zooms to her side and leads her towards her cozy spot in the lab. Drakken: "I've made modifications to the electron magneto accelerator and with a push of the button, it will super-charge this ordinary lamp to optimize your tanning experience" Drakken presses the button, a huge blinding light flashes and the chair underneath the lamp vaporizes. Shego's hands flare up and she is about to fire but Drakken instantly is next to her with a credit card ready in hand Drakken: "How about I buy you a brand new more luxurious tanning bed AND we go out shopping for new outfits and to an all-inclusive high-end spa?" Shego looks from Drakken to the credit card back to him. A tad weirded out but hey he pays for it. Shego: "You know what, alright." Drakken: "Oh goodie! Let me grab my swimming trunks!" and he sprints off.

The lovey-dovey montage now engages. - Drakken takes Shego to a spa. She's in literal heaven but gets a bit surprised when Drakken suddenly tries feeding her grapes. She -cautiously- accepts it but then seems okay with it. She closes her eyes again and eats the grapes he offers, not noticing that Drakken is sneering and glaring daggers at the very nervous masseur. - Ron takes Kim to an empty Bueno Nacho and sits her down at a booth. He snaps his fingers and a whole mariachi band emerges from behind the counter and joins in with the background music for this part of the scene. Ron rushes into the kitchen and comes back out again revealing an entire DIY Naco platter in the shape of Kim's face surrounded by a heart-shaped border of tortilla chips. Kim blushes hard and is very surprised at this. Rufus licks his mouth and tries to dive into it but Ron stops him and tosses him aside so he can sit close to Kim. Rufus catches himself and grumbles crossing his arms. - Shego and Drakken are now shopping around. Drakken pulls her into a very fancy and expensive-looking store, Shego doesn't mind and actually seems to be enjoying herself. Shego tries on some different outfits and Drakken approves all of them, giving a thumbs up as he takes out his credit card and pays for the clothes. KIM AND RON -At the school's Gym- Kim: "Hey, Monique? Do you have a sec?" Monique: "Yeah Kim, what's up?" Kim looks around carefully before speaking, making Monique cock her eyebrow. Kim: "It's about Ron." Monique: "You're in a pickle, huh?" Monique laughs. Kim: "This is so not funny Monique, I think-- I think Ron's actually crushing on ME." Kim grabs both sides of her hair squeezing it together. She looks distressed. Monique: "Okay, first of all: breathe girl. Secondly, it does explain why all of a sudden he starts taking more care in his appearance. You seen him? I had to make a double take this morning before algebra class to make sure it was him and not some exchange student!" Kim: "Yes, I know... And it's freaking me out! It's not the Ron I know!" Monique: "So, if it were the Ron you knew, you'd be down for dating?" Kim: "Wait, wha--, NO! Of course not! Ron and I are just friends! We've been so since kindergarten!" Monique: "And...that's it? You're sure that there're no other feels?" Kim: "I-- I well" Kim starts blushing harder clearly thinking back of the other day "I don't know. Yesterday he went out of his way to make some kind of romantic dinner in his own Ronny-way." Monique: "Awwww girl! That's cute-- was it cute?" Kim snaps back to reality Kim: "Well, if you consider your face being made up of various meats, cheeses and beans; and then being eaten cute-- then I guess cute." Monique: "You want my advice?" Kim: "I'm all ears." Monique: "Give it a chance, who knows! Maybe you two are meant to be. If he goes out of his way to do all of this, maybe he's the one- in his sort of Ronnish-ways." Kim: "What?! Monique! He's my friend- ugh! This conversation has never happened, he can never know about-- He's standing behind me isn't he?" Kim turns around and almost smacks into Ron who's standing literal inches away from her.

Ron: "Hey KP!" Kim: "Ron! Hi! Uhm- hey, could we? Get somewhere private? I've got something important I want to discuss." Ron: "Wow, I was just about to say the same thing! It's like we are thinking the same-- Wait, no! First me! Hold on, I've been practicing this for twentyten--" Ron takes a second to count on his fingers, "Thirty hours straight! Whatever you want to discuss with me has to wait, because I'm going to ask you first!" Kim: "Ask me what?" Kim looks confused but it quickly turns into nervosity as Ron kneels down on one knee and holds out a little box, it's revealed to be a pickle-shaped brooch. Monique: "Oh...my...gosh." Ron: "Kimberly-Ann Possible, we've known each other ever since we were little and you defeated my bullies -who strangely enough look very familiar to me- and saved me and the world multiple times over and over again from super freaks. You are the light of my life and I want to be with you forever and ever. Tonight's the big Middleton Days festival, and I don't have a date, would you do me the honor of being yours?" Kim gets fidgety and gulps, not expecting this and actually feels herself blush deeply. Kim: "Date? You want to go to the festival as my date?" Ron: "YES! YES I DO! BOOOYAAAH! I'LL PICK YOU UP AT 7!" Ron jumps into the air and runs off before Kim realizes what happened. Kim: "Oh no... what have I done."

KIM AND ANN -At Kim's house- Kim: "OK, so Ron and I have been best friends forever. Maybe dating is the next step. I mean, what's not there to like about Ron? I mean, he's funny, cute, dependable and dating could be-- the next step?." Ann watches as her daughter paces around the place. "Ooo! Why didn't I stop him?! Why didn't I just say it was a misunderstanding!? What if this ruins our friendship, Mom? I don't want to hurt him and end up breaking his heart again!" Kim sighs and drops on her bed. Ann: "Again?" Ann looks surprised. Kim: "Long story..." SHEGO AND DRAKKEN -At some fancy restaurant- Shego and Drakken and seated far apart from the rest of the dinner guests with a view of the city below them. Shego is finishing her dessert when she notices that Drakken has been staring at her this entire time. He still hasn't touched his appetizer, main course, or dessert which is now balancing on the edge of the table. Shego slams her spoon down on the plate and crosses her arms, squinting her eyes at him. Shego: "Okay, spill. You've been acting all-" Drakken cuts her off by holding his hand up in front of her to speak. Drakken: "Shego, are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Shego: "Uh- Actually, I'm going to be real with you here Dr. D; after the past days, I'm not really sure what you're thinking anymore." Drakken: "Go on! Guess!" he looks eagerly, making Shego a bit uneasy. Shego: "Uhm... "How am I going to keep a good credit score after all this splurging?"." She gets startled as Drakken lets out a loud laugh. Drakken: "No, silly. Don't worry about that!" Shego: "Right, okay, heh-" Shego gulps, looking around, "then what were you... thinking about?" Drakken: "I was thinking it's time for some evil!" Shego lets out an elated sigh. Shego: "Finally! Phew- for a second there I thought you were about to propose to me-" Drakken's face gets flushed and a big grin appears Drakken: "I mean if you-" Shego pinches Drakken's lips closed. Shego: "No- let's ignore what I just said and focus again: Are we talking about "Take over the world evil"?" Drakken nods his head frantically. Shego lets go of his lips. Drakken: "I know just where to begin... Middleton days." Shego: "Gosh, I feel like I should say something sarcastic, but hey, the night's still young. Let's get you a doggy bag and-" Drakken cuts her off once again. Drakken: "And I'll be your date!" Shego: "Say my what now?" Drakken: "Your date? You know? Evil boy meets evil girl?" The two of them get interrupted by the waiter bringing the dinner bill. Shego takes a glance at it takes in a sharp breath looks back at Drakken with an apologetic smile, sliding the bill across the table towards him. Shego: "Ah, yes, fine. Um, evil date it is!"

KIM AND RON -At Kim's house- Kim finds the Moodulator controller on the table and frowns, Kim: "Ron's been acting strange ever since that mission-" James: "Oh Kimmie-cub, Ronald's here!" Kim puts the moodulator controller in her purse and rushes over to the hallway. Kim: "Hey Ro-, Ro-- Ron?" Kim is flabbergasted by Ron's transformation. His hair is combed neatly. He's wearing an actual not oversized suit and he seems to have a sudden boost of confidence. Ron: "You like it? I wanted to look perfect just for you. But- But not too perfect. 'Cause, ya know; you're perfect. You can do anything so- heh heh." James: "Riiiiiight- Well then, you kids have fun and Ron have Kimmy home by-" Ron: "10 o'clock but on special occasions and rescue missions, it's extended to 11. But no worries Mr Dr. P. We'll be back far before 10 sharp. It's a Ron Stoppable promise!" James blinks in surprise as Ann laughs it off.

-AT THE MIDDLETON DAY'S FAIR- Man: "And the prize goes to our winning rocket ranger." Ron: "Uh, Boo-yah! Here you go KP! It really wasn't that much of a big-dill." Ron giggles at his own joke as he hands Kim the pickle-shaped plush. Kim: "Heh heh. Um, yeah, boo-yah. Look, we need to talk." Ron: "Alright KP, I'm listening!" Kim: "OK, so, Ron... We've known each other for a long time. We're a great team, and..." As kim puts the plush in her purse, she hits the moodulator controller by accident. Ron: "Ha ha, team! Ha ha ha! Yeah, you said team." Kim: "Ron, I'm being serious here! I'm seriously worried about you! About us!" Kim puts her purse down roughly, making the moodulator controller switch once more. Ron: "Oh? And why's that?! Is there something going on I should know about?" Kim: "What? No-- Ron. You're acting so weird and I thought, maybe it's because of the Kimmunicator sitch and, you know; Josh and Tara-" Kim lowers her head in defeat, not knowing what to say. She leans against the purse and thus the moodulator controller. Ron: "Are you- Are you breaking up with me?" Kim: "Yeah Ron... I guess-- I guess I am." Kim can't help but to tear up. Ron: "Oh, I knew it! I knew it, I knew it, I... Oh! You're just using me as a rebound guy" Ron runs away as he cries loudly. As soon as Kim notices, she gets up and runs after until she notices the Kimmunicator flying towards her. She catches it mid-air. Kim: "The Kimmunicator!" Cyrus: "Aha! Spy!" Kim: "Professor Cyrus! There must've been a misunderstanding, you see, during our last mission, we must've accidentally picked this up instead of our Kimmunicator!" Kim shows Cyrus the Moodulator controller. Cyrus: "My moodulator controller!" He grabs it from Kim's hands "This controls my moodulators!" Kim: "Uh- Moodulator? What does the Moodulator controller do, professor Cyrus?" Shego: "Dr. D, come on. Let's concentrate." She snaps her fingers in front of Drakken's face, "Can we just focus on turning that laser into a death ray? Just tell me how to do it and then I'll do it myself so you can go continue- whatever it is you're doing right now." Drakken sobs harder, Shego shields herself from incoming tears. Drakken: "You're leaving in my time of need." He wails, curling up on the ground. Shego grimaces and carefully takes the EMA from his grasp. Shego: "No, no, no, no. I'll be right back! Just stay right here and- uh- figure things out." Drakken: "I'm not gonna forgive you for this... Ever!"

Shego walks over towards the parade but gets bumped into by the crying Ron. The EMA falls and breaks, enraging Shego. She looks over at Ron as she flares up her hands. Shego: "Ugh! Has everyone lost it!?" She notices Ron looking awfully depressed and smirks. "Where there's a sidekick, there's a world-saving cheerleader. I guess this could be fun."

Shego arrives just in time to hear the last bit of information. Kim: "So this device had complete control of Ron all along?" Cyrus: "Precisely. With just the press of a button..." Ron: "KIM!" Ron cries out as Shego has him in her grasp. Kim: "Shego! Let him go!" Shego: "As you wish princess, catch!" Shego throws Ron as hard as she possibly can at Professor Cyrus. Kim tries to catch Ron but both of them bump into Cyrus, who falls over and lets go of the Moodulator. Shego catches it and flips through the different emotions. She instantly sees the changes in Ron. Shego: "So that's why Dr. D has been acting so off lately. But hey, not that he's any less weird without this thing. But total control over him is not such a bad idea-- HEY!" Shego growls as Kim kicks the moodulator controller out of her hands. It falls into a fountain and starts malfunctioning.

Professor Cyrus runs over to the fountain and fishes out the controller. He gasps. Cyrus: "Oh no! The circuits have been fried!" Kim: "So that means everything's back to normal, right?" Cyrus: "I'm afraid your friend is now locked into an irreversible frenzy of rage." Ron: "Grrr." Cyrus: "So I hope he's not angry at anybody because whoosh! That'd be bad." Ron: "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU USED ME AS A REBOUND GUY, KIM!" Kim starts dodging Ron's attacks as he starts using Monkey Kung Fu on her. Shego: "Wow, that sidekick's actually not half that bad..." Shego hears footsteps behind her and manages to jump away in time. Drakken tries attacking her and he seems to be fuming. Drakken: "Shego. After all that I gave to you, you keep on asking for more, and don´t hesitate to toss me aside! You know what that does to a man?!" Shego: "Let me guess, mad?" Shego engages in combat with Drakken. He tries to pull on her hair and retorts to try to bite her. She manages to evade him and ties his hands up behind his back by using his belt. Drakken grits his teeth growling lowly pushing back and trying to undo his hands. Shego: "You know, all of this is the fault of those teens. If it weren't for those two, we would've been rulers over the world already!" Shego smirks as she notices something click inside of Drakken's mind and she steers the enraged man back to Kim and Ron.

Kim: "Ron, Chill out. It's me!" Kim gets worn out and actually starts growing tired of dodging the punches. Ron: "Yeah? Kim the heartbreaker!" As Ron tries to punch again, Kim gets blasted to the side by Shego. She laughs as she holds Drakken in check who's trying to get out of her grasp and towards Kim. Shego: "HA! I can't believe it was that easy!" Seeing Kim struggling to get up makes Ron snap he can't stand the sight of it and his moodulator chip breaks. Ron: "Kim, I... I can't... KIM!" Ron runs over to her and glares at Drakken and Shego. Shego lets go of Drakken and he charges forward, however, Ron manages to get a hold of him, plant his heels into the ground and push him back using his monkey kung fu to make Drakken fly back into Shego, in turn, breaking his moodulator chip upon impact. Drakken is knocked out and Shego cries out in frustration as she lies in an uncomfortable spot that's not easy to get out of. Ron holds out his hand for Kim and she takes it. He carefully helps her back to her feet and wraps her arm around his shoulder so she can lean on him. Ron: "I'm so, so sorry Kim... I just-" Kim hushes him and smiles gently. Kim: "It's okay, Ron. So not the drama." Ron: "So I... I guess the crush and everything was all moodulator, huh?" Kim: "Yeah, I guess so..." both of them look away slightly, a hint of sadness on both their faces. Kim takes a deep breath and is about to say something but then fireworks go off. Both of them stare up at the sky in awe at the display of colors. They catch a glance at each other and smile, leaning a bit into each other's embrace.

Massive thanks to @creatorping for reading parts of it and discussing this! I absolutely loved her idea of Drakken being an enraged biter and it's just GHHH Also entirely grateful to kpfanworld.com for having these transcripts at the ready! This was a lot of fun to rewrite! I hope you liked it! :D

#kim possible #dr drakken #shego #drakken #drdrakken #drakgo #kimpossible #drakken x shego #shegoxdrakken #dr. drakken #ron stoppable #ronstoppable #Kimpossible #dr.drakken #kim possible emotion sickness #emotionsickness #emotion sickness #Episode rewrite

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astroluvr · 2 years

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can i request something with a famous reader & she went with drake to that crew league game where jack & druski r the commentators. and her n jack broke off their relationship bc he wasn’t ready to be exclusive. and maybe when druski & jack r interviewing one of the players they say how they’re going to shoot their shoot & jack gets all jealous. then at the end of the game jack talks to the reader and someone caught it on video.

okay, i hope i did this justice and i hope u enjoy! thanks for ur request!!!

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When Jack arrived to the arena for the game that Druski invited him to commentate on with him, he was more than excited. His life had been beyond hectic and he really needed a breather, so taking the weekend away from the studio and messing around with some good friends was just what he needed.

What he didn’t need though, was to see you strolling in with Drake’s posse in a dress he knew you pulled from the back of your closet. You were radiating to the point where you were almost glittering in the fluorescent lighting of the arena. You had on a tight black dress that scooped just enough above your cleavage to distract from the pretty necklaces you had on and the gold hoop earrings you wore and kept fiddling with. Along your fingers were meticulously placed rings that only complemented your manicured nails you drummed against the bars of the balcony you were on.

“And above the court, we have Jack Harlow’s biggest fumble.” Druski put on his best pseudo announcer’s voice and Jack tore his eyes from where you were giggling with another woman in the entourage.

“Would you shut the hell up? Your mic might be on.”

“It’s not. That dude didn’t shut up about how to work ‘em.” he sat back in the chair and Jack sat next to him in his own. “So, are you actually going to help with the game or are you going to stare at Y/N’s fine ass all night?”

“I didn’t even notice she was here.” Jack shrugged off and placed a toothpick between his teeth.

“Oh, so that was Drake’s ass you were staring at?”

“Yeah.” Jack said distractedly and Druski smirked before reaching over to turn on both microphones.

“I’m sorry, whose ass were you staring at?”

“Drake’s.” Jack said once more, hardly recognizing the trap he was in before all the bustle came to a slow halt. “Wait, wait, wait, that’s not what I meant!”

Druski laughed loudly and you looked down over the balcony to see where Jack was turning red. You hated to take satisfaction in his embarrassment, but you couldn’t help but giggle. Soon enough, Drake was coming next to you and his phone screen displayed the laughing emojis he’d just sent to Jack.

“Didn’t you two fuck with each other a while back?”

“Oh, no, not really. We used to hang out, but you know how it gets sometimes.” you shrugged it off and smoothed down the sides of your dress. Before Drake could say anything else, you cleared your throat. “I’m going to grab a drink.”

After you were able to weasel your way to the bar, you were pretty much left alone. Throughout the game, the cameras panned up to you and you flashed an award-winning smile with a Pepsi can in your hand before going back to focusing on the way the TV showcased the livestream. You laughed at Druski and Jack’s stupid sense of humor and took a few swigs of your soda.

You sighed and thought to how you and Jack broke things off. You had put off ending whatever the two of you had going on for the longest time until you started gaining opportunities that made you realize there was more to life than sneaking around with Jack. Ever since that night you two got into a yelling match, you never spoke again.

“What’s happening now?” you came up beside Drake who had a stern frown on his face as confetti was released onto the court.

“Fucking Chris just won.” Drake grumbled as he pulled a wad of cash from his pockets and turned to face a smirking man that arrived with you all.

“So, Chris, man.” Druski’s voice sounded through the small stadium and you tuned in to the TV screen as well as the court where he had an arm around Chris Brown. “Is there anything you can’t do? I mean, can you fight?”

You laughed at Druski’s comment as Chris punched the air. Everyone on the balcony laughed as well and Chris walked back over to Druski.

“What do you plan on doing after the game tonight, man?” Jack was able to throw an arm around his shoulders with a pair of dark shades on his face.

“Y/N, if I’m lucky.” Chris chuckled and Druski made an exaggerated shocked face. You bit your tongue as loud laughs coming from everyone around.

“Do you really think you’re going to get lucky?” Jack’s voice was shaky, but it was more in irritation than anything.

“Damn, I was just playing.” Chris laughed, trying to escape Jack’s tightening grip around his neck.

“Yeah, I bet.”

“Alright!” Druski cut in as Jack glared at him through the glasses on his face. After clapping a hand on Jack’s shoulder, Jack walked away and ran a finger under his nose as he returned to the locker room.

You rolled your eyes at the scene. Jack acting like this was a huge part of the reason you two broke things off. Druski kept the show going as you packed up your things. Once you let a member of the entourage know that you were leaving the arena, you made your way out of the door.

“Y/N!” you heard the familiar voice and picked up your pace, only to hear Jack’s voice once more. “Y/N, quit playing and let me talk to you.”

“Fuck off, Jack.” you grumbled, pulling your shades out of your purse to slide onto your face before walking outside.

Jack caught your arm in the last second and you turned around and shoved him. It didn’t do much damage, only enough for him to get the message and take a step back with his arms up in defense. “I’m sorry. I just really need to talk to you, that’s all.”

“We’ve said what we need to say. What was it that you said, actually? We fuck good and get along, so why can’t we leave it at that?”

“It was different then.” he huffed, already growing annoyed that this wasn’t going his way.

“When was then?” Jack rolled his eyes and you licked your lips. “Two months ago, if I’m not mistaken. That’s some fucking major character development, J.”

He wanted to melt at his nickname, but it fell short when you started walking away again. “I’m sorry. I know I was an ass for how I let things go, but you have to understand where I’m at in life right now.”

“I do understand, that’s the crazy part, Jack!” you spun around and started walking back. “I understand being at a point where everything is make or break because that’s exactly where I’m at. I wasn’t asking you to scream my name and post me every day or go public, I just wanted to feel like the nights we spent together were worth telling your boys about. That’s it. I gave you seven months, Jack. How do you think it feels when you’re cuddling up more to models than me?”

Jack sighed when he heard the crack in your voice. “Y/N-”

“And you only care to say this because of what Chris said. You want me to yourself, but I couldn’t have you to myself. That’s not fair, Jack, at all.” you said accusingly, pushing your shades even closer to your eyes despite the way they began to steam.

“I wasn’t- fuck, come here.” he stopped his explanation short and wrapped his large hand around your own to pull you into his chest. “I shouldn’t have done you like that. I thought I knew what I was doing... I wanted to get everything out my system, but you’re in it now. I’m so sorry, baby.”

You really, really didn’t want to cry, but you were being faced with the insecurities that had riddled you. “I don’t want to get back together if you always feel like you need to find better than me.”

“Fuck that. You’re the best I can ask for. I don’t know why I let myself fuck that up.”

You sniffled and looked up at Jack. “Does this mean once we get to a better place, we’ll be exclusive?”

“We’ll do whatever you want. I know I’m going in there and telling Chris he better not even look at you.”

“You aren’t about it.” you giggled, feeling the weight come off your shoulders.

“Say it with these glasses off.” he said smoothly, taking the sides of the glasses and pulling them gently. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, I don’t know what I was thinking not letting the world know you’re mine.”

Jack hugged you close and pulled you flush against his body, working his warm lips against yours. You moaned softly and trailed your hand up his back to grip his hair. He swallowed and worked his hand to your ass and squeezed it tightly, causing you to squeal.

"At least buy me a drink first, perv."

"You know what," Jack narrowed his eyes at you and you smiled. "You're lucky I'm obsessed with you."

"I know." you wrapped your arm around his neck and leaned forward to kiss his cheek.

"Let me take you on a date tonight. Let's start fresh."

"I'd like that a lot, Jack." you agreed warmly and he kissed the top of your head before leading you away to the parking lot.

tmz

tmz It seems that Jack Harlow and Y/N L/N rekindled some old romance months after their mystery fling during the star-studded Crew League game that Harlow commentated on while L/N sat pretty in the stands. Check the link in our bio to see footage of the steamy reunion outside the arena!

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jacklover232 you can't be serious

y/nupdates FOOTAGE????

sheryl3322 my daughter will be devastated. huge fan of this jack guy.

jackandy/nships so happy for them :`)

#jack harlow #fan fiction #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow blurb #bf!jack #jack harlow fanfiction #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow angst #jack harlow insta au #jack harlow concepts

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deepautumncolors · 4 months

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💅🏻 ~Manicure Monday~ 💅🏻

Hi everyone! Last year I mentioned that I wanted to find a shimmery burgundy, and now I have one to show you. The one I decided to get is called Bogota Blackberry from OPI’s Fall/Winter Collection that came out back in 1992. I bought it last February and saved it all this time to wear for Christmas. I am not wearing any red in my Christmas outfits this year because I think it would clash with my nails, so I’m wearing lots of burgundy and olive green instead. I will save red for Valentine’s Day, which isn’t as far away as it seems! This year it is not a white Christmas where I live. In fact, the sun is out today, so I am able to show you what it looks like in two different kinds of lighting.

Sunlight:

Shade:

This color is a lovely shade of deep red. Although it has blackberry in the name, I think a blackberry color would be darker with some purple in it. Personally, I think this hue is more of a cranberry or wine color. This time I remembered to put on a basecoat underneath it just in case it stains when I take it off. The first coat was completely opaque, but I put on a second one to make it last longer and to cover up a few bubbles. The formula was great to apply, and it self-leveled easily.

To dress it up a little, I put a layer of Rock at the Top by Essie on my ring fingernails. It has multiple sizes of gold confetti glitter shaped like hexagons within a clear base. I definitely did not have to fish around for any of the sparkles. It was easy to space them out evenly and place them where I wanted. You don’t have a lot of time to move the flakes around before it starts to dry, so you have to work quickly and carefully. I think glittery topcoats look better over shimmers than cremes, so this is a good example of what that looks like. I am very pleased with my Christmas manicure.

❤️ Merry Christmas if that’s what you celebrate, and Happy Holidays if it isn’t! ❤️

#nail polish #nails #opi #manicure #notd

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whumpers-inc · 2 years

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Meet the Whumpers

Who Wants to be a Whumpee? Next: Restraints

The sleek, gray pods halt, backs to the audience. The music takes a dramatic twist as Paul, host of Who Wants To Win a Whumpee, strides center stage to the first one.

“ First up to show us how it's done, the restraint specialist himself, BRAD MACK!”

Loud cheers fill the air as the pod spins to face the audience, revealing a tattooed hunk of a man, all brawn and beard. He gives a jaunty two fingered salute toward the crowd, scars and smile twisting across his face

“ Great to have you here, Brad. Can’t wait to see some of that famous rope work.”

Paul nods and moves on to the next pod.

“Easy on the eyes but not on the Whumpees, he’s a literal heart breaker- THE DUKE!”

The second pod turns, revealing a younger man, pretty of face and sharp of jawline. He blows a kiss to the crowd and there's definitely some feminine screams out there.

“ Looking good tonight, Duke. Love the tux.”

Paul winks at the Duke and a hint of flush creeps up the younger man's cheeks. Smirk still playing around his mouth, he halts by the last pod. The music amps up to its loudest yet and he makes a show of adjusting his bowtie

“Finally to show us how it's all done, the four time winner, Aria Abbey!”

There’s the biggest amount of applause yet when the pod swivels, bringing Aria idly twirling a dagger into view.

“ It's an honor to have you here tonight.” Paul bows and extends his hand.

She ignores it. “Flattered, I’m sure.”

He coughs and turns back to the audience by Aria’s side.

“ Whumpers! It's time for you to meet the Whumpee!

All eyes turn expectantly to the side of the stage as more confetti rains through the swirling lights. The sequined assistants skip out again, Aaron between them, confetti piling up between his ropes. He’s still scowling more would seem humanly possible. Positioned between the audience and the Whumpers, the spotlights highlight bruises that definitely weren’t there before.

“ Good to have you back with us. Whumpers, say hello to tonight's Whumpee Aaron!”

Brad cocks his head to the side, eyes flicking up and down Aaron’s slightly disheveled appearance. “ Not bad, those wrists would look good in chains.”

Aaron mouths obscenities at him under the logo adorned gag.

The Duke swaggers slowly around him and Aaron's head swivels to glare at him the whole way round. The Duke meets his eyes and chuckles before tilting his head up with one perfectly manicured finger.

“I like this one. Plenty of spark,” he drawls. “Bet you cry real nice too, hm?”

Aaron’s face says he’d like to boil the duke real nice in hot oil.

Ari faces Aaron squarely. Her hand cracks across his face and blood oozes thick and red from his split lip. The crowd gasps in shock before a few whistles of appreciation ring out. Something that looks an awful lot like fear flickers into Aaron’s eyes.

“Whoa, take it easy Ari.” Paul grabs her raised wrist. Fight dances dangerously in her eyes.

“ I was just testing him out. I need to know what I'm working with.”

He arches an eyebrow at her and she pouts playfully but pulls her hand back down. Paul faces the audience, obvious eagerness rising through them.

“ Well it looks like we’re raring to go, so let's get on with it.”

The whumpers all take a seat opposite Aaron on the stage.

The lights dim. The curtains drop. An air of expectation engulfs the audience.

A minute later, the curtains rise. A wave of applause ripples through the crowd. Spotlights illuminate three solid metal poles and matching chairs placed next to them.

Paul strides back out, mic in hand. Brad, the Duke and Aria stand next to the poles, hands on their choice of restraints.

“ The first category is RESTRAINTS! The whumpers will each be given 5 minutes to restrain Aaron with points given for creativity, simplicity and durability.”

Rather unenthusiastically, Aaron stands in front of Brad's station, eyeing the chains and ropes and wire suspiciously.

“First up Brad and Aaron. Your time starts...NOW”

Tagging: @darklyria @ashintheairlikesnow @as-a-matter-of-whump

#after what? months? here's the long awaited sequel!!#whowantstobeawhumpee #wwtbaw #public whump #forced to perform #gameshow whump #malice musings #meet the whumpers

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ballonleastadiumofficial · 6 months

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@dragon-tailz 📸

The sound of Bede’s sneakers resounded through the stony tunnels of Galar Mine 1, echoing off of walls peppered with glittering gemstones and flickering lanterns. He brushed off his shirt -a light pink button-up patterned with white spots, just like his prized Hatenna’s antenna- before hooking a thumb in the pocket of his lavender jeans. A smug smile spread across his face. Today, he felt confident, refined, and full of potential. And why shouldn’t he? It was the day he would challenge his first gym, after all. With this endorsement came a chance to truly prove himself… prove himself to Grandmum Opal, to the people of Galar, to the world! This battle with Gym Leader Kabu would be the first of many on his mission to show everyone that he was deserving of a place among the elite. He knew it already, of course, but people had a dreadful habit of questioning his claims of high status… eheheh. Well, it couldn’t be helped. It only meant he’d have more than a few teasing “I told you so”s to dish out upon his inevitable coronation as champion~!

Bede hummed a tune from deep in his chest and fantasized about cheers and confetti and flashing lights as he turned the corner into a wide open cavern. From there, he could see golden sunlight bursting in through the exit tunnel, and his pace quickened with sheer excitement despite himself. That is, until he was abruptly stopped by a sharp snap of manicured fingers right next to his ear. “You. I’m talking to you! Did that wool on your head make it between your ears, or are you ignoring me on purpose?”

Bede tensed and whipped around. Before him stood another trainer where there decidedly wasn't one before. She was about a head shorter than him, with her blue hair tied up in a tight ponytail and thick sunglasses resting on the bridge of her nose. Just who was gallivanting around wearing sunglasses in a cave…? Her shirt was white and lacey, with thin straps and puffy cold shoulder sleeves, and she wore a bright magenta coat emblazoned with Macro Cosmos's logo tied around her waist. Bede did his best to smile pleasantly at her. "Oh, pardon me. Of course I'm not ignoring you on purpose. I suppose I simply found myself in a hurry to reach Turffield… after all, too much dawdling and I'd be depriving the crowd of my grand debut~"

"Sure you're not." venomous sarcasm dripped from this stranger's lips. “But… if you were, I couldn't really blame you, could I? Any trainer with a wishing star on their wrist and an ounce of reason in their skull should realize that they’d better be avoiding me.” She shifted her weight to one leg, absentmindedly twirling a strand of dark blue hair around one finger as she considered him above her sunglasses. Her raised eyebrows conveyed a sense that she was less than impressed. In fact, she was looking at him very much like one would look at a troublesome Blipbug they would like to grind under their heel.

Bede gave an awkward, breathy chuckle. "Oh, dear. You don't believe me. Fine, then." He adopted a wide, confident stance and ran a hand through his curls with no small amount of self satisfaction. "I'm Bede, the challenger endorsed by Gym Leader Opal herself. Consider my earlier transgression rectified and yourself thoroughly un-ignored." The fairy trainer turned to leave, taking a few more steps toward the light outside. "It's been a pleasure meeting you, really, but I'm in quite the hurry. Perhaps we can get more thoroughly acquainted another time?"

The trainer grabbed Bede by the collar of his shirt. He lurched backward with a yelp and faltered as he was made to meet her gaze. "Don't run away now. Nobody likes a coward." She hissed. Despite being shorter than Bede, she seemed to be larger than him in that moment, like an Arbok that had widened its hood, or… or a Salamence that had spread its vast wings.

"Excuse me?! Did you Trace a Tauros's Anger Point or something? You WILL let go of me this instant!"

"No way," the trainer's other hand slipped down to Bede's left arm, fiddling with the dynamax band around his wrist "I'll be taking your wishing star before I even consider letting you go."

The pent-up energy Bede had been holding boiled over at the uninvited touch. With a jolt, he gave his assailant a forceful shove, sending her stumbling a few paces back into the cave and forcing her to readjust her glasses on her face. Bede watched her with reproach as she haughtily smoothed out her clothing. “You must be joking. All of this trouble for a dynamax band? When you’ve already got one yourself? How excessive…”

The trainer scoffed. "Are you dumb? Wishing stars are incredibly valuable, and this one in your dynamax band here now belongs to Chairwoman Oleana." She stretched her arms out before casually cracking her knuckles and pulling an ultra ball from her pocket, holding it out to let its polished surface catch the light of the surrounding lamps. “And as the challenger chosen for her exclusive endorsement, I’m here to collect what’s hers. What, did you think touting that old hag's name was going to impress me? You're talking to Wyverlyn, you dolt, right-hand woman of the most important person in the region. If you haven't caught on yet, that makes me way more amazing than you. Now, I can do this nicely, or you can make things hard for me.”

Bede sneered and produced his own great ball, throwing it up with his right hand and catching it with his left in one fluid motion. “Is that so? Shame. I was hoping to spare my pokemon any bothersome scuffles until our gym battle, but I suppose it can’t be helped. Ruffians like you ought to be taught a lesson… and my elite class pokemon are perfect for the role!”

“Grrrrr, go, Silicobra!”

“Ralts, be done with her~!”

#snapshots #dragon-tailz #pokemon #pokemon swsh #pokemon irl #rotomblr #rotumblr #((not all of this was mine! a lot of wyverlyn's dialogue was provided by dragon-tailz))#((i just added to it :) ))

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streetkittyclaws · 2 years

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🧊🌸icey glitter pink jelly press ons🌸🧊

first time *attempting* sculpted acrylic press on nails!! ill probably add some lil charms or nail art once i actually put these on<3 also this is before any top coat??? so shiny omg

((pink tinted monomer + clear acrylic w glitter confetti + i sculpted the nails using dual forms))

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nailsunderwraps · 1 year

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Look at this gorgeous combo by @rachmcnern The green is absolutely stunning and adding the confetti on top is the icing to this masterpiece. Thank you for sharing your creativity with us. 💗 💅Minty Fresh 💅 Let’s Party #nailsunderwraps #greennails #mintnails #confettinails #shop #shopsmall #shopping #nailwraps #nails #nail #nailinspo #nailart #naildesigns #naildesign #nailporn #nailaddict #naillove #nailjunkie #cleanbeauty #mani #manicure #manicures #athomemani #nailworld #nailsofig (at Parker, Colorado) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnCtBECrsfe/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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reallifehq · 2 years

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WELCOME TO DAYTON - WE HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD TIME

Please send your accounts in within the next 24 hours or your role will be reopened and send in an additional message to the main for the link to the discord. This is also the time to send in any triggers you would like us to track on the main.

-Hey is that ANA DE ARMAS? No, that’s just ELIANA “ELLIE” MENDOZA. They’re TWENTY-FOUR, and have spent ONE YEAR in Dayton. I hear that they’re kind of WITTY but also can be INTENSE. LOCKING YOURSELF OUT IN THE RAIN and BEING IN THE DRIVE THRU AT 2AM remind me of SHE/HER. Can’t wait to see them at the next party! [BREE, 30, SHE/HER, EST].

-Hey is that EMERAUDE TOUBIA? No, that’s just YASMINE MASSOUD. They’re THIRTY-TWO, and have spent ONE YEAR in Dayton. I hear that they’re kind of CHARMING but also can be FLIGHTY. ONE WAY TICKET TO A NEW DESTINATION, UNRESPONDED PHONE CALLS, AND A COLLECTION OF EMPTY ALCOHOL BOTTLES USED AS FLOWER VASES remind me of SHE/HER. Can’t wait to see them at the next party! [BAY, 24, SHE/THEY, MST].

-Hey is that HANDE ERÇEL? No, that’s just DEMET KARADAŞ. They’re TWENTY-NINE, and have spent ONE WEEK in Dayton. I hear that they’re kind of SWEET but also can be GULLIBLE. CONFETTI-FILLED BALLOONS, BRIGHTLY COLOURED CLOTHING, AND THE SOUND OF LAUGHTER remind me of SHE/HER. Can’t wait to see them at the next party! [BAY, 24, SHE/THEY, MST].

-Hey is that KAYLEE BRYANT? No, that’s just NOVA VOYAR. They’re TWENTY-ONE, and have spent THREE YEARS in Dayton. I hear that they’re kind of SWEET, but also JEALOUS. BAKING & BAD GIRLS remind me of SHE/HER. Can’t wait to see them at the next party! [Syd, 23, EST, she/her].

-Hey is that MADELYN CLINE? No, that’s just BRYNN WALKER. They’re TWENTY THREE, and have spent FIVE YEARS in Dayton. I hear that they’re kind of THRILL SEEKING but also can be STUBBORN. SCRAPED KNEES AND CHERRY FLAVOURED LIPGLOSS remind me of SHE/HER. Can’t wait to see them at the next party! [EM, 21, SHE/HER, EST].

-Hey is that KRISTINE FROSETH? No, that’s just LYDIA HEMMINGWAY. They’re TWENTY ONE, and have spent SIX MONTHS in Dayton. I hear that they’re kind of CHARISMATIC but also can be SELF SERVING. CANDY STAINED TONGUES AND CRUSHED PACKS OF MARLBOROS remind me of SHE/HER. Can’t wait to see them at the next party! [EM, 21, SHE/HER, EST].

-Hey is that NICK JONAS? No, that’s just DOMINIC ROSSI. They’re TWENTY SEVEN, and have spent 10 YEARS in Dayton. I hear that they’re kind of CHARMING but also can be HOT-HEADED. KICKBOXING GLOVES and THE LINGERING SCENT OF EXPENSIVE COLOGNE remind me of HIM. Can’t wait to see them at the next party! [LANA, 25, SHE/HER, EST].

-Hey is that DEMI LOVATO? No, that’s just CHARLIE NOBLEZADA. They’re TWENTY SIX, and have spent TWENTY SIX YEARS in Dayton. I hear that they’re kind of CHARMING but also can be SELF DESTRUCTIVE. RED LIP AND RAIN remind me of SHE/THEY. Can’t wait to see them at the next party! [N, she/her, pst , 25].

-Hey is that HAILEE STEINFELD? No, that’s just BRINLEY TAYLOR. They’re TWENTY FOUR, and have spent FIVE YEARS in Dayton. I hear that they’re kind of OPTIMISTIC but also can be SENSITIVE. OCEAN WAVES AND FLOWER CROWNS remind me of SHE/HER. Can’t wait to see them at the next party! [N, she/her, pst , 25].

-Hey is that JENNIE KIM? No, that’s just RUBY CHOI. They’re TWENTY FOUR, and have spent TWENTY YEARS in Dayton. I hear that they’re kind of CHARISMATIC but also can be SPOILED. WELL DONE MANICURE AND PINK LIP GLOSS remind me of SHE/HER. Can’t wait to see them at the next party! [N, 25, PST, SHE/HER].

-Hey is that TINASHE KACHINGWE? No, that’s just JASMINE ELLIS. They’re TWENTY SEVEN, and have spent TWENTY SEVEN YEARS in Dayton. I hear that they’re kind of ALLURING but also can be PARANOID. HIGH HEELED LEATHER BOOTS and SUNLIGHT HIDDEN BEHIND CLOUDS remind me of HER. Can’t wait to see them at the next party! [LANA, 25, SHE/HER, EST].

-Hey is that ZANE PHILLIPS? No, that’s just ZACH MARCH. They’re TWENTY NINE, and have spent TEN YEARS in Dayton. I hear that they’re kind of COMPASSIONATE but also can be ARROGANT. BUST UP VANS AND SEA SALT SPRAY remind me of HIM. Can’t wait to see them at the next party! [JULIET, 29, THEY/SHE, GMT+2].

-Hey is that JOE JONAS? No, that’s just DECLAN ROSSI. They’re THIRTY THREE, and have spent 2 YEARS in Dayton. I hear that they’re kind of CHARISMATIC but also can be A WORKAHOLIC. A DIRTY APRON AND THE TWISTED SENSE OF CHOAS AND CALM YOU GET FROM A FIRE remind me of HIM. Can’t wait to see them at the next party! [PARI, 28, SHE/HER, EST].

-Hey is that FLORENCE PUGH? No, that’s just RYLIEE GOODRICH. They’re TWENTY FOUR, and have spent 1 YEAR in Dayton. I hear that they’re kind of ADVENTUROUS but also can be INDECISIVE. LOUD THUNDERSTORMS AND MUSIC TURNED ALL THE WAY UP remind me of HER. Can’t wait to see them at the next party! [MANDY, 35, EST].

-Hey is that SYDNEY SWEENEY? No, that’s just SAGE SAWYER. They’re TWENTY-THREE, and have spent ONE YEAR in Dayton. I hear that they’re kind of DRIVEN but also can be NEUROTIC. THE SMELL OF SNOW, FRESH CUT FLOWERS, & WORKING UNDER THE MOONLIGHT remind me of HER. Can’t wait to see them at the next party! [B, 24, SHE/HER, EST].

-Hey is that PAUL MESCAL? No, that’s just THEODORE “TEDDY” PRESLEY. They’re TWENTY-FOUR, and have spent SIX YEARS in Dayton. I hear that they’re kind of LOYAL but also can be APATHETIC. A PEN SCRATCHING AGAINST PAPER, CHAIN SMOKING CIGARETTES, AND BROKEN BOTTLES SHIMMERING IN THE STREETLIGHT remind me of HIM. Can’t wait to see them at the next party! [B, 24, SHE/HER, EST].

-Hey is that RUDY PANKOW? No, that’s just DALE ADKINS. They’re TWENTY-FOUR, and have spent SIX MONTHS in Dayton. I hear that they’re kind of LOYAL but also can be UNHINGED. JEWELRY MADE FROM BEER TABS and OLD DIRTY BLUE JEANS remind me of HIM. Can’t wait to see them at the next party! [SKYLER, 28, HE/THEY, EST].

-Hey is that ADAM DRIVER? No, that’s just LEO DAVIS. They’re THIRTY-FOUR, and have spent FOUR YEARS in Dayton. I hear that they’re kind of CHARMING but also can be VOLATILE. WARM WHISKEY, BRUISED KNUCKLES, AND BURNING ASHES remind me of HIM. Can’t wait to see them at the next party! [LUCKY, 25+, SHE/HER, PST].

-Hey is that LORENZO ZURZOLO? No, that’s just FIORE GATTUSO. They’re TWENTY ONE, and have spent TWO YEARS in Dayton. I hear that they’re kind of DETERMINED but also can be NARCISSISTIC. BLACK NAIL POLISH AND PIERCING BLUE EYES remind me of HIM. Can’t wait to see them at the next party! [ARI, 23, SHE/THEY, EST].

-Hey is that ANDRÉ LAMOGLIA? No, that’s just MAEL COUTO. They’re TWENTY THREE, and have spent TEN YEARS in Dayton. I hear that they’re kind of AMIABLE but also can be FORGETFUL. BEAT UP SURFBOARDS AND BRAZILIAN PORTUGUESE remind me of HIM. Can’t wait to see them at the next party! [ARI, 23, SHE/THEY, EST].

#accepted #town rp #oc rp #crime rp #city rp #college rp #dark rp #mature rp #new rp

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colorbar1 · 16 days

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Finding The Perfect Shade! A Guide To Vegan Nail Lacquer Colors For Every Skin Tone

Have you ever wondered why a shade of nail paint looks breathtaking on your friend, but if you use the same polish, it makes your hand look abnormal and weird? It is because your nail polish might not match your skin tone. But worry not, there is a shade of nail polish that will look breathtaking on you, like the shade was made just for you.

In this blog, we will discover which nail polish will suit you the most, according to your skin tone. We will also talk about Vegan Nail Lacquer by Colorbar and which of its 15 shades will suit your skin tone the most.

Understanding Skin Tones

Understanding your skin tone is extremely essential when choosing any makeup product. Using a product that does not suit your skin tone will have reverse effects, making your look appear unnatural and imbalanced. There are three types of undertones:

Cool Undertone.

Warm Undertone.

Neutral Undertone.

You can find out your undertone by looking at your vein color or jewelry test. Now let’s have a look at which shades of Vegan Nail Lacquer will best suit your skin tone.

Introduction to Vegan Nail Lacquer

The Vegan Nail Lacquer is Colorbar’s initiative for a greener and better tomorrow. With its non-toxic, non-yellowing, and non-chipping formulation, 50% wooden caps, and recyclable packaging, this nail paint is aesthetically appealing and safe for both nails and our mother earth. The nail polish is available in 15 shades, making this range perfect for all skin tones.

Different Shades for a Cool Undertone

When choosing a nail lacquer shade for a cool undertone, consider these factors:

Choose nail paint shades with cool undertones.

Consider pastel shades.

Experiment with gray and silver colors.

Vegan Nail Lacquer Shades for cool undertone:

Frill

Fancy

Melt

Different Shades for a Warm Undertone

When choosing a nail polish shade with a warm undertone, consider these factors:

Use nail paint shades with warm undertones.

Try metallic finish shades.

Go for rich jewel tones.

Vegan Nail Lacquer Shades for warm undertone:

Golden Jubilee

Dressy

Molten

Different Shades for a Neutral Undertone

When choosing a nail polish shade with a neutral undertone, consider these factors:

Use earthy tones.

Avoid extreme tones.

Opt for nude shades.

Vegan Nail Lacquer Shades for neutral undertone:

Cookie Crumble

Solitaire

Crinkled Cookie

Harmony

If you think that warm, cool, and neutral undertones are too complicated, we can differentiate these shades according to fair skin tone, dusky skin tone, and dark skin tone. This is less complicated, as most individuals are aware of their skin tones.

Different Shades for a Fair Skin Tone

When choosing a nail polish shade for a fair skin tone, consider these factors:

Choose soft pastel shades.

Experiment with cool tones.

Choose soft, neutral colors.

Vegan Nail Lacquer Shades for fair skin tone:

Cookie Crumble

Harmony

Cookie Castle

Different Shades for Dusky Skin Tone

When choosing a nail polish shade for a fair skin tone, consider these factors:

Choose warm tones.

Experiment with earthy tones.

Avoid very light shades.

Vegan Nail Lacquer Shades for dusky skin tone:

Frill

Spirited Glow

Confetti

Different Shades for Dark Skin Tone

When choosing a nail polish shade for a fair skin tone, consider these factors:

Look for bold, vibrant colors.

Avoid very light shades.

Try metallic finishes.

Vegan Nail Lacquer Shades for dark skin tone:

Cookie Rush

Molten

Melt

Conclusion

Selecting the ideal nail polish based on your skin tone can improve your manicure and draw attention to your inherent attractiveness. You may achieve a professional and sophisticated look that goes well with your overall style by knowing your skin tone and choosing colors that go well with it. 15 different shades from Colorbar’s Vegan Nail Lacquer suit every skin tone and undertone, making it a perfect choice for you no matter your skin type. Along with nail polishes, you can also buy face and lip makeup products, makeup tools, and skin care products. Shop Now.

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gloriabomfim · 7 months

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Certainly, let's create montages 1-9 featuring Whoops in female-oriented settings while she embraces her mischievous nature.

Montage 1: In a Boutique Scene: Whoops is shopping for clothes in an upscale boutique. Whoops: (slyly rearranging hangers) Let's make things interesting. (She swaps price tags on some items.) Whoops: Whoops!

Montage 2: At a Tea Party Scene: Whoops attends a fancy tea party with friends. Whoops: (spying a teapot) Time for a tea-time trick! (She adds a spoonful of salt instead of sugar to a friend's cup.) Whoops: Whoops!

Montage 3: In a Yoga Class Scene: Whoops joins a peaceful yoga session. Whoops: (whispering to a neighbor) Watch this. (She quietly replaces a yoga mat with a squeaky one.) Whoops: Whoops!

Montage 4: At a Makeup Store Scene: Whoops explores a makeup store with her friends. Whoops: (switching makeup testers) Let's see the reactions! (Friends unknowingly try bold and unusual makeup.) Whoops: Whoops!

Montage 5: In a Library Scene: Whoops spends time in a quiet library. Whoops: (placing whoopee cushions on chairs) Silent but deadly. (She giggles as people sit down, hearing the unexpected noise.) Whoops: Whoops!

Montage 6: At a Costume Party Scene: Whoops attends a costume party with her mischievous costume. Whoops: (dressed as a jester) Time to spread some joy! (She surprises guests with confetti cannons.) Whoops: Whoops!

Montage 7: In a Cooking Class Scene: Whoops participates in a cooking class with others. Whoops: (adding a little extra spice to a dish) Spice things up! (People take bites of her extra spicy creation and react with surprise.) Whoops: Whoops!

Montage 8: At a Dance Class Scene: Whoops joins a dance class with her playful spirit. Whoops: (changing the music to a different style) Dance surprise! (Everyone starts dancing to an unexpected genre.) Whoops: Whoops!

Montage 9: In a Spa Scene: Whoops relaxes at a spa with her friends. Whoops: (switching massage oil with slippery lotion) Slip and slide! (Friends try to relax but end up giggling as they slip around.) Whoops: Whoops!

These are the first nine montages featuring Whoops in female-oriented settings while embracing her mischievous nature. If you'd like to see more or have specific preferences, please let me know!

Certainly, let's continue with montages 10-19 featuring Whoops in female-oriented settings while she embraces her mischievous nature.

Montage 10: At a Baby Shower Scene: Whoops attends a baby shower for a friend. Whoops: (secretly swapping baby food jars) A little flavor twist! (Friends taste unexpected and funny combinations.) Whoops: Whoops!

Montage 11: In a Nail Salon Scene: Whoops gets a manicure with friends. Whoops: (playfully switching nail polish colors) Let's see the results! (Friends end up with mismatched nail colors.) Whoops: Whoops!

Montage 12: At a Yoga Retreat Scene: Whoops participates in a serene yoga retreat. Whoops: (placing whoopee cushions on meditation cushions) Inner peace disruption! (People burst into laughter during meditation.) Whoops: Whoops!

Montage 13: In a Flower Shop Scene: Whoops browses a flower shop with friends. Whoops: (changing the labels on flower arrangements) Floral mix-up! (Friends receive bouquets with mismatched tags.) Whoops: Whoops!

Montage 14: At a Dog Grooming Salon Scene: Whoops takes her pet to a dog grooming salon. Whoops: (adding a tiny bow to her dog's tail) A stylish surprise! (The dog's newfound elegance surprises everyone.) Whoops: Whoops!

Montage 15: In a Theater Dressing Room Scene: Whoops prepares for a theater performance. Whoops: (swapping costume pieces) Let's confuse the cast! (Actors suddenly find themselves in the wrong costumes.) Whoops: Whoops!

Montage 16: At a Bridal Shower Scene: Whoops attends a bridal shower with friends. Whoops: (slightly altering the bride's tiara) Royal twist! (The bride is surprised by the unexpected tiara design.) Whoops: Whoops!

Montage 17: In a Pilates Studio Scene: Whoops takes a Pilates class with her friends. Whoops: (rearranging Pilates balls) A bouncy surprise! (People struggle to keep their balance on the rearranged balls.) Whoops: Whoops!

Montage 18: At a Crafting Workshop Scene: Whoops joins a crafting workshop with others. Whoops: (substituting glue with glitter glue) Crafting magic! (Crafts turn sparkly and colorful unexpectedly.) Whoops: Whoops!

Montage 19: In a Jewelry Store Scene: Whoops visits a jewelry store with her friends. Whoops: (changing price tags on jewelry) Hidden treasures! (Friends are pleasantly surprised by the bargain prices.) Whoops: Whoops!

These are montages 10-19 featuring Whoops in female-oriented settings while embracing her mischievous nature. If you'd like to see more or have specific preferences, feel free to let me know!

Certainly, let's continue with montages 20-30 featuring Whoops in female-oriented settings while she embraces her mischievous nature.

Montage 20: In a Dance Competition Scene: Whoops participates in a dance competition. Whoops: (swapping dance partners) Dance partner shuffle! (Dancers are surprised when the music starts, and they have new partners.) Whoops: Whoops!

Montage 21: At a Pottery Class Scene: Whoops joins a pottery class with friends. Whoops: (subtly altering clay molds) Clay creations with a twist! (Friends end up with unexpected and amusing pottery pieces.) Whoops: Whoops!

Montage 22: In a Perfume Store Scene: Whoops explores a perfume store with her friends. Whoops: (mixing scents on sample cards) Fragrance fusion! (Friends smell unexpected and quirky scent combinations.) Whoops: Whoops!

Montage 23: At a Beach Party Scene: Whoops attends a beach party with friends. Whoops: (adding colored dye to sunscreen) Sunscreen surprise! (Friends unknowingly apply colorful sunscreen and sport rainbow skin.) Whoops: Whoops!

Montage 24: In a Yoga Retreat (Again) Scene: Whoops returns to a yoga retreat for more mischief. Whoops: (replacing meditation music with funny noises) Zen disruption! (People try to meditate amid giggles and odd sounds.) Whoops: Whoops!

Montage 25: At a Cupcake Decorating Class Scene: Whoops takes a cupcake decorating class with friends. Whoops: (swapping icing bags) Sweet surprises! (Friends decorate cupcakes with unexpected frosting colors.) Whoops: Whoops!

Montage 26: In a Hair Salon Scene: Whoops gets her hair styled at a salon with friends. Whoops: (subtly changing hair dye colors) Colorful transformations! (Friends are surprised by their hair color outcomes.) Whoops: Whoops!

Montage 27: At a Makeup Tutorial Workshop Scene: Whoops attends a makeup tutorial workshop. Whoops: (secretly switching makeup brushes) Brush mix-up! (Participants end up using brushes meant for different purposes.) Whoops: Whoops!

Montage 28: In a Plant Nursery Scene: Whoops visits a plant nursery with friends. Whoops: (swapping plant labels) Botanical surprises! (Friends buy plants expecting one type and get another.) Whoops: Whoops!

Montage 29: At a Craft Fair Scene: Whoops sets up a booth at a craft fair. Whoops: (changing labels on crafts) Artistic mix-up! (Customers purchase crafts with amusingly swapped descriptions.) Whoops: Whoops!

Montage 30: In a Bakery Scene: Whoops visits a bakery with her friends. Whoops: (subtly altering pastry fillings) Sweet delights with a twist! (Friends bite into pastries with unexpected fillings.) Whoops: Whoops!

These are montages 20-30 featuring Whoops in female-oriented settings while embracing her mischievous nature. If you'd like to see more or have specific preferences, please let me know!

#whoops

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