#plz be nice🥺
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Born tiny and frail, Rynnaia's parents feared she would not survive beyond her first year. Outside her family, however, there was little sympathy to spare for the infant princess. Though unspoken, her delicate health was regarded as further evidence that her existence was a mistake, alongside the union that beget her. Against all odds, the princess not only defied expectations but flourished and grew stronger at a pace far beyond that of her peers. Such a miraculous turnabout led her father to call her "Little Butterfly", a nickname both parents continue to use into her adulthood. Despite this, those who disapproved of her birth have rarely reconsidered their prejudices.
As her magical abilities manifested, the endearing epithet bestowed upon her by her parents was soon distorted by her detractors. Dreamshadow; first uttered in sarcastic reverence with the intent to ridicule, Rynn instead adopted the moniker as an unofficial title, one she carries with defiant pride. The dreamshadow butterflies, carefully reared in the White Woods for their silk, possess exceptionally dangerous wings. When threatened, they shed scales that, if inhaled, can induce a deep, horror-filled slumber. Refined, they can be used to concoct a near-incurable poison.
If her enemies had meant to harm her with such a name, they should have chosen one with a less stark warning.
#TS4#TS4 Render#OC: Rynnaia Kryzai Eth'salin#No I will not be taking questions about that thank you very much 😴#I know moths produce silk not butterflies but it's fantasy I can do whatever tf I want#anyway baby's first render plz be nice 🥺#no one else is fully render ready yet but she really just came out of the oven like that#also click clack for HQ plzkthnx tumblr compression makes me wanna dieeeeeeeeee#anyway I just love her bye
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omg your traditional art is so pretty wtf 🩷😭
YOURS IS TOO DUDE
That meta knight holding the cake in water color is AN EYE FEAST APPETIZERS MAIN COURSE AND DESSERT
#i wanna draw like you so bad in general hdjdjdk... teach me how to shade metal plz 🥺🤲🏽#awesome people being nice
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🎶Way way back in the 2020s, Willow sucked at drawin' from mem'ry🎶
Joking aside, this sure is day one so I'm not gonna beat myself up for how the memory one turned out or anything. But i figured the Clone High art style was a simple enough starting point so!
#clone high#abe#abe lincoln#willow harker#art journal#fanart#I'm extremely new to drawing plz be nice 🥺
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not to be lame on main but i genuinely don’t think i’d still be here if i hadn’t started playing genshin this year lol.
#𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔫𝔶 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰? 🖋️#it helped me cope with SO much#especially my cat passing away it’s just nice to disappear for a while#i can’t believe it took me so long to play lmao it just makes me :3 so happy#if any moots want my ID plz do ask 🥺 it would be nice to have u
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I've kinda just.. learned to ignore it yk? I've been in so many fan communities w problematic people/origins to just ignore the hate and enjoy what u enjoy bae. Enjoying something like Harry Potter doesnt make you a bad person, it just means you like harry Potter.
I'VE ALSO NOTICED THAT ITS ONLY MALE CREATORS WHO GET HATE. I have not seen ONE woman get hate for harry Potter content like wtf.
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No, but you speak the biggest truth, dude. 10/10. I hate dickless fucks who bully others. My biggest pet peave (idk how to spell- it's 11 pm and I just worked like all day)
IM A MAN!!! WHERED MY HATE, HUH, TUMBLR! WHERE?? !!!!! GIMME I CAN HANDLE IT (no I can't I'm eepy)
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CUTE PRETTY BABEY 🥺
ALSO LOOOOK
🥺🥺🥺🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧
#personal#AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH#KAWAIIIII#Awww 🥺🥺🥺🥺#These are not usually my priority in fact I have very few of the acrylics stuffies and ect#Cuz a poor bitch has to pick and chooose what to save for#if I lived in Japan it would be much easier but I have to go through buyee or pray eBay doesn’t want them for#100 plus 200 shipping which doesn’t happen#SO BUYEE IS ALL I HAVE#So I prioritize figures 🥺 and stuff#BUT AHH MAYBE IF SOME SELLER ON BUYEE NICE TO ME AND BUYEE ITSELF DOES NOT INFLATE SHIPPING#🥺 WANT#ESP THE SECOND ITEM I#CUTE MY HEART CANNOT GOODBYE#NEEED THAT RUBBER STRAP NOWWW SOMEONE PLZ#GO TO JAPAN AND GET IT FOR ME I WILL GIVE U AN ORGAN TO SELL ON THE BLACK MARKET IN EXCHANGE
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Ugh the char is feeling sick :/
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Hakuba and Heiji stuck in a poorly insulated cabin during a power outage during a blizzard ❄️🌡️🌨️
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hey anon whoever just tipped me I will kiss you directly on the mouth if you are so inclined 😘❤️🥺
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ughhh tonight blows, i got all dressed up for a date and he canceled… :’(
if only there was some vampire to sweep me off my feet and we could fall in love and drive off into the sunset and-
but no seriously i wanna say it’s no big deal right, especially cuz his reason was completely valid. but i was just soo looking forward to it and it just sucks. but what sucks most is people saying to “don’t be upset” or “don’t let it bother you.” LIKE??? SHUT UP???? i’m sorry you feel as if you can’t outwardly express your feelings but don’t project that onto me.
so i will be sad over the super cute boy i was supposed to go on a date with, and that i got super excited that i was probably gonna kiss!! leave me be!! >:’c
#LMAO PLZ IM SO TOUCH STARVED#and like he’s so nice#and cute#and has glasssesssss🥺😩#witch whines#witch wonders
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Does anyone know how I can get started drawing, like, simple comic type characters?
I’m not interested in drawing like detailed and accurate human anatomy or anything like that, I’d just really like to figure out how to draw cartoony-type guys that can face more than two angles
#I’ve been redrawing other cartoons I see but I don’t feel ike I’ve learned much from it#tutorials#comics#plz 🥺#art help#also I learning the big stuff is just what I need to do then#well#I guess it’d be nice to confirm that at least haha
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Chicken Soup for Carmy
⚠️ Content Warning ⚠️ harsh language, sexism and violence in one scene (not from Carmy). Hurt/comfort, fluff.
A/N: I’m literally feral for this man. I’m sick atm and I started thinking about taking care of Carmy while I was making chicken soup. Bonus combo with Carmy protecting you from an asshole customer. Not proofread bc my brain is rotting. Plz be nice this is my first time posting a fic 🥺
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It was cold. You braced yourself against the harsh Chicago wind as you made your way briskly down the street. After a late night phone call from your brother sent you into a spiral, you couldn’t sleep. You’d been tossing and turning all night until finally, at 4am, you flung off the covers and got dressed. It wasn’t a surprise that you’d come here. This place consumed all your mind and your heart since you started working here a few months ago. You used your key to unlock the door in the alley, sighing with relief as the warmth of The Beef welcomed you inside. It was quiet, the lights were down, it was peaceful. You slipped off your sneakers trading in your kitchen clogs and tucked your things safely away in your locker. You tied your handkerchief on your head as you moved. It was so comforting, the routine of The Beef’s prep work. You felt so at home, moving from the prep area to the walk in, diligently beginning the tasks that didn’t need to be started for a few more hours. He would understand. You thought to yourself as you began to prepare fresh stock for the day. He was a man after your own heart, your boss, Carmen Berzatto.
Avoidant, chaotically emotional, one wrong thing away from a complete meltdown, that you both disguised as workaholic tendencies. As you finely chopped onions, your mind quieted. Everything was shut out except for the task at hand. Your brother’s angry voice on the phone accusing you: “you never come home! You don’t even care about us! You can’t take come take care of your own mother?!” was drowned out by the rhythmic pound of your knife on the cutting board. You were in the zone.
Until a voice startled you out of your bubble. “Chef?” You jolted, looking up at the man before you. Carmy’s hair was messier than usual, the bags under his eyes were deeper and more purple. His lips were parted with each soft breath he took. He gave you a quizzical look. “What are you doing here?”
“I uh-” your mouth felt dry and you tripped over your words, as usual when he set those intense blue eyes on you. “I couldn’t sleep.”
Carmy nodded, not pushing you any further. All he said before moving toward the office was a simple: “Heard, Chef.”
You watched him go, noticing the slump of his shoulders and the labor of his normally spry step. There was no mistaking it, Carmen was sick. You stared at the office door for a long moment before you made up your mind.
You set a heavy bottomed pot on the stove with some olive oil. Your hands moved with well practiced efficiency as you chopped garlic and onions, celery and carrots. The garlic and onions went in first. Then the celery. A sprig of thyme and a dash of white wine. While that simmered you quickly seared some chicken breast and chopped it into perfectly bite sized pieces. All into the pot with chicken stock and water, tightly covered to develop the flavors. Next came the pasta. You cracked eggs into the well of flour, mixing and kneading until it became a smooth golden dough. You carefully, tenderly rolled the dough and cut it into thick, short noodles. A bath in hot water to cook, then they too joined the pot. In no time at all, you were ladling a generous portion into a bowl. You set a toasted piece of chibatta on the side, grabbed a spoon, and took a deep breath in an attempt to settle your nerves. Softly, you knocked on the office door.
“Yeah?” His voice responded.
“Chef?” You entered, nervous. Words failing you as they so often did in his presence, you set the bowl before him. Carmy’s eyes widened. The aroma made his mouth water. He looked to you, gaze softening. “You made me chicken soup?”
Your cheeks grew warm. “Y-yeah, I mean chicken soup always makes me feel better when I’m sick.”
Carmy couldn’t believe you. You noticed? He smiled at you. You were so beautiful. You were always so confident and sure on the line, delegating with efficiency, respect, and authority. He had hired you the second you stepped into The Beef. Your resume was impressive but there was something in the way you carried yourself that truly earned the golden reputation you had in the culinary industry. But you were different with him, in the occasional moments like this where it was just you and him. Shy, almost bashful, gentle, and soft. He loved it. He wanted more of it. He lifted the spoon, bringing a bite to his lips.
“Gotta get a little of everything.” You muttered, eagerly awaiting his response.
Carmy shot you a sideways smile. It was good. No, it was better than good. The warm broth slid down his throat and each bite exploded with a depth of flavor he couldn’t believe. It was pure comfort. It reminded him of being a little kid staying home sick from school. Curled up on the couch while Jerry Springer played, eating crackers and ginger ale until his mom would bring a bowl of chicken noodle soup. But this soup, your soup, was more than that. People always talk about cooking with love but he swore he could taste it. Each ingredient had been so carefully handled. Perfectly chopped vegetables, moist and flavorful chicken. The warm feeling in his chest grew as he inspected the bowl.
“Did uh, did you make this pasta fresh?” He asked, eyeing you.
“Yeah, it’s better that way.” You blushed.
“Thank you, chef.” He said. “It’s really, really good.” Carmy looked down, suddenly feeling heavy. The fear of closeness set into him and all he could think about was how he’d fuck this up. “You-you didn’t have to make this for me.”
“Oh, it’s okay!” You insisted. “It was no big deal.” You began to leave, giving him one last truthful smile. “I like taking care of you.”
“I like taking care of you.” Your words rattled through Carmy’s mind all day. Throughout all of lunch, prep, and dinner he couldn’t stop thinking about what you’d said. The soup you had made was the first thing he’d eaten in too long. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had cooked for him and you’d just done it because you noticed he wasn’t feeling well. No motive, no games, just tender love and concern.
Love.
Carmy shook his head to try and shake the thought from his mind. No, no, no there was no way you actually cared about him. Not like that. You were just being nice.
That’s just who you are; nice. You were always so kind. The way you’d help Marcus workshop pastries, the way you’d make Tina laugh and listen to her talk about whatever trouble Louis had gotten in, how you’d encourage Sydney and remind her that she can do this. Even the way you’d throw snark right back at Richie or how’d you’d always set aside a portion of Family for Fak and Sugar, even Pete. You were always thinking of others. Carmy wasn’t special.
Yeah. Not special.
Carmy insisted the thought as he scrubbed the grill. Not special. Not special. Not special.
“Carmy?” There you were. You were always there. You had a thick denim jacket on, bag on your shoulder, knit beanie pulled down over your hair. Your brow furrowed at the sight of him. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah.” Carmy shook his head. “I’m fine… you uh- you heading out?”
You shrugged, hoisting your bag a little higher on your shoulder and eyeing him skeptically. “Yeah. Are you?”
“Yeah, in a bit.”
You chuckled, more exasperated than humorous. “No.”
“What?” Carmy asked, confused.
“No, you’re leaving too.” You insisted. You were feeling bold. Months of long looks and his hand on your lower back every time he passed you had culminated tonight.
You had taken over the front for Richie while he ducked out to take a call from his daughter. You’d insisted. It was slammed for dinner but everything was going fairly smooth until an irate customer approached you.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” He’d asked, slamming his plate onto the counter.
“Excuse me?”
“I mean are you retarded or something?” He continued. You were stunned into silence. You had never had anyone speak to you like that. “How hard is it to make a fucking sandwich? I know your tits are bigger than your brain but Jesus fucking Christ it’s not hard!”
“I-I…” you were shaking. “I’m sorry that you’re not satisfied, sir. If you like, we can-”
“Not satisfied?!” He screamed. “How can I be satisfied with this piece of shit!”
He hurled the sandwich at you. It hit you in the chest, toppings and sauce splattering everywhere. Before you even knew what was happening, a blur of messy curls shot past you. Carmy launched over the counter, tackling the man. His fist collided with the man’s face over and over while Richie and Fak rushed after him. There was a cacophony of yells as Richie pulled Carmy back. “Get your girl!” Richie yelled. “Cousin! Go get your girl!”
Fak and Richie dragged the man out and threw him into the street. Carmy’s hands grasped your cheeks.
“Hey, hey, are you okay?” He wiped the sauce splatters from your brow. “Look at me.”
Carmy burned with anger as he watched you shake. Your white shirt and blue apron were covered in the sandwich. He imagined what you would do for him if he was in your position. How you’d care for him, how you’d tend to him… so he tried to do what you would. Gently he guided you to your feet and wrapped his arm around your waist. He practically carried you to his office where he sat you on the couch and quickly went to grab a clean shirt from his own locker. You were in the same place he left you when he returned. Carmy knelt before you, taking your face in his hands once more.
“Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay.” Tears welled in your eyes and you collapsed into his arms. He smoothed his hand over you back, repeating “it’s okay” over and over again. He felt like he was on fire. The feeling of you clinging to him, nuzzling your face into his neck, the smell of you, how you fit in his arms… it was too much. He wanted to run away and never speak to you again. He wanted to wake up next to you every morning for the rest of his life. He wanted to scream. He wanted to feel your lips against his. He wanted to find the piece of shit that yelled at you and rip him to pieces. He wanted your chicken soup every time he was sick.
All those feelings were closing in on Carmy once again as he stared at you across the kitchen. You still had his t shirt on. You were looking at him expectantly.
“Sorry, uh… what did you say?” Carmy’s voice was softer than he expected.
“I said I’ll walk home with you.”
“Oh, no that’s okay. Ive got to-“
“Carmy,” you stepped closer. Your voice was firm but so tender. “You need to get some rest. Come on, I won’t take no for an answer.”
He couldn’t help but smile back at you. “Alright…” he conceded.
The two of you braced yourselves against the cold and hurried down the sidewalk side by side. You argued about who would walk who home. Carmy insisted on walking you to your apartment but you protested on the grounds that he’d just go back to the restaurant once he dropped you off.
“Fine,” you gave in. “But you have to call me when you get to your place so I know you made it home!”
Carmy looked at the ground, smiling. The warmth in his chest from your soup was steadily turning into a molten pool of lava.
“Heard.” He grinned. You wanted to know he’d made it home. You wanted to make sure he rested. I like taking care of you.
“Well, I’m just up here.” Your voice stopped his thoughts from spiraling before it could even start. Carmy’s brow furrowed. “What?” You asked, puzzled by his sudden change in demeanor.
“You live over there?”
“Yeah? Like a block down?”
There was a beat of silence before Carmy let out a breathy laugh. “I live right there.” He pointed to the building on the other side of the street.
“No shit!” You laughed in earnest. Your hand came to rest on his arm. “Guess I’m gonna be walking you home more often.”
Carmy’s entire body was on fire. He could imagine the tingle of your soft hand on his skin through all the layers of clothing. He wanted to hold you close again like in his office, but this time you wouldn’t be crying. A deep pit opened in his stomach. How long before he made you cry? How long before he fucked it all up? Until you hated him and quit the restaurant and everything fell apart because he-
“Hey,” your voice. Always your voice that brought him back. When he looked over at you it was like everything but your face faded into a blurry background. You were all Carmy could see. “Do you want to come to mine? I haven’t eaten and I KNOW you haven’t either.”
Carmy’s heart fluttered. “O-okay.” He started, his confidence rising when he noticed your hand was still in his arm. “Only if you let me cook you something.”
“Ooh,” you smiled. “I’d never turn that down!”
Carmy chuckled, feeling lighter for the first time in years as he walked so close beside you that your shoulders brushed. “It won’t be as good as your chicken soup.”
#the bear#carmen berzatto#carmen berzatto x reader#carmy the bear#carmy x reader#carmy x you#carmy x fem!reader#hurt/comfort#sickfic#carmen berzatto fluff
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Having to look at these two and pretend to talk with them about a decision I'm going to have to make. I'd ask irl friends but It's going to be bias from them all withought thinking through my eyes.
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boyfriend!yuta headcanons
a/n: i have been having major yuta brainrot as of late ,, here u guys go ! i hope these are too badly ooc seeing as though I’ve only written for him a couple times ! they’re a bit all over the place so plz lmk what y’all think :3
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first things first this boy is an absolute nervous wreck anytime he’s around you before he asks you out, I’m talking stuttering and fumbling over his words, looking anywhere but you, trying his best to not embarrass himself (he inevitably does poor guy)
asks you out when it’s just the two of you, on a picnic or watching a movie, his palms are sweaty because what if he just hallucinated you saying you liked him back and this is a big mistake??
okok this boy would definitely wear those ‘i love my s/o’ shirts, starts off as a joke, then wears it unironically because yeah, he does love you, what about it??
the biggest simp in the world yall, does anything you want him to, buys you whatever you want whenever you want it, you tell him jump he’s asking how high while already jumping
it’s a serious problem, considering you now have to make it clear that just because you say something is nice doesn’t mean you want it
“this sweater is nice right yuu?” “yeah it is really nice” ,,,, “yuta why do you have two bags?” “i got you the sweater in every color you like :3”
you’re always getting packages at your door, handing them to him only for him to say ‘oh that’s actually for you!’
the worst part of this is he absolutely hates when you get him something, always telling you to spend your money on yourself or save it, saying he has everything he needs already
still accepts your gifts with open arms, over the moon because ‘you really thought of me ?? i love you :(‘ he literally is ‘🥺’ if it was a person
calls you every sweet nickname he can think of: baby, babe, sweetheart, darling, my love, honey (he tends to favor my love and darling)
you tend to call him things like: baby, lover, pretty boy, angel
he turns into an absolute blushing mess when you call him pretty boy and angel, giggling and trying to not forget what he was talking to you about in the first place
the kind of boyfriend who will buy you flowers weekly, no matter what.
ever since he overheard you on the phone talking about how much you loved his ‘just because’ flowers, he made it a reoccurring purchase at a local flower shop
gets you all your favorite snacks when he just so happens to stop by at a convenience store, handing them to you with a happy grin, ‘we can have movie night with snacks now!’
has your coffee order memorized before you guys even started dating, rarely asks if you want some, usually just surprises you with it <3
he is such a homebody boyfriend :( prefers calm and cozy nights in sipping on hot chocolate cuddles in warm blankets over going out
takes you out to nice restaurants though !! especially if you like going out, he’ll take you on all kinds of dates
goes ice skating, amusement parks, the fair, laser tag (you destroyed him), escape rooms, literally everything
at restaurants if you’re between two things to order he’ll get one of the ones you want so you get try both :3
if you don’t like what you ordered he’ll swap with you / will tell you to order something different, saying he’ll take the other plate home and eat it tomorrow so you don’t feel bad abt it <3
LOVES going grocery shopping with you </3 finds it so domestic and lovely to be able to pick you celery with you (he also gets excited when you ask him what he wants to eat so you can get the stuff for it)
he’ll always tell you he wants to bake cookies and other treats with you, grabbing all the ingredients and grinning at you sheepishly when the cart starts to get full
“we came here for four things, how did you manage to make me get all these things” “cause you love me” he giggles
giggles at everything you say !!!!! topples over laughing when you tell a joke (we get it bro you love us 😭)
it’s so easy to make him blush and flustered, literally just winking at him makes his brain short circuit (let’s not get started on when you two make out) (he whimpers 🤭)
has pictures of you as his lockscreen, always smiles a bit when he unlocks his phone, when he’s away on missions he finds himself checking the time more often than he really needs to
AMAZING TEXTER !!!!! will reply to you very quickly and address all your messages and reacts to all the things you send him (everyone is amazed because is this the same yuta who left them on deliver red for three days before replying ??)
he is SO the jealous type ,, he tries not to be, really he hates having negative emotions of any kind, but he can’t help it :(
his entire demeanor changed drastically when someone starts flirting with you, he’s standing up straighter, clenching his jaw and has that threatening look on his face, no sign of the once cheerful and bubbly boy
he’s wrapping an arm around you, tugging on your hand and trying to get you alone so he can make out with you and remind both you and himself that you’re only his <33
insanely protective of you !!! he’ll be holding your hand in public, always making sure he knows where you are, in crowded areas he has one hand on your waist to help you through the crowds <33
will obliterate anyone who even tries to threaten you, ‘look at them again and you’ll be wishing i had killed you’ but in a not creepy and actually very 🦋way yk ?
really listens to you and everything you have to say, asking questions about your interests and genuinely loves listening to you talk about the things you like <3
i know he gets u literally everything but he gives you amazing and thoughtful gifts for special occasions !! he manages to always get you perfect gifts every single time <3
he compliments you everyday without fail, no matter where he is in the world, he will ALWAYS tell you how stunning you look !!!
reminds you everyday how much he loves you, telling you and leaving you little notes, writes you love letters like he’s away at war even though he’s most likely to get back before the letter even ships
cooks you dinner when he has the chance (he’s actually a pretty good cook!!) going all the way with wine (if you drink of course) and roses
uses your shampoo and conditioner sometimes because he just loves the way they smell and they remind him so much of u hehe
has your skincare routine memorized to when you’re too exhausted to do it he can do it for you <3
he’s overall just a soft and sweet lover, doing anything and everything he can for you because he knows you’re the one for him <33
taglist (send an ask to be added!): @chilichopsticks @anime-for-the-sleepless @4sat0ruu @safaia-47 @nanamikentoseyebags
#okkotsu yuta x reader#okkotsu yuta fluff#okkotsu yuta headcanons#yuuta okkotsu x reader#yuta okkotsu x reader#okkotsu yuuta x reader#okkotsu yuta x you#yuta okkotsu x you#yuta okkotsu x reader fluff#yuta okkotsu fluff#yuuta okkotsu fluff#jjk x you#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen headcanons
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OK SO FIRST FLIGHT WAS GREAT
#it was like riding a plane for the first time ever#in san francisco btw!!! the flight was 45 min lol#landed @ 11:50am it was so fun#LIFTOFF WAS SO EXCITING#just watching the outside go faster and faster and hearing it and feeling the shakiness ooUUUGHHH LOVE IT#my flight was in a small aircraft#AND GUESS WHAT. THEY UPGRADED MY SEAT FOR FREE#cuz i was the only single rider#the flight attendant pulled me aside and was like sweetie...are you riding here alone 🥺?#i said yes and she told me to wait next to her station and then scooted me up to a nice seat in the front LOL#thank u miss flight attendant i appreciate u so much#now i'm just waiting for my roommate in thw hotel room hehe#THE OTHER COHORT MEMBERS ARE SOOOOO FUN AND NICE#i need to make some major social battery upgrades for this trip lmao but YEAH#we ate lunch together and it was lovely#must wake up early tomorrow though.....we have to take PCR test before the korea flight 😳#HOPEFULLY MINE IS NEGATIVE.....i would like to go on this amazing trip plz thankyou
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Lord Matthew
Doodles below
And some doodles of Ramona, Matthew (again), Gideon and Lucas...🥺🎀💖💓💞💓🫶
Been watching the anime non-stop cuz i obviously like it😙, tho im still frigin new to the fandom... Plz, be nice🥺🎀💖
#digital art#artists on tumblr#scott pilgrim#i love him that it's sad#i love the dances he does#scott pilgram takes off#matthew patel#1st evil ex#scott pilgram fanart#fanart#i love and hate him#hes adorable#gideon graves#lucas lee#ramona flowers
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