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just trying new shit out

S-L-U-T

Synthetic-Lifeform-Utilizing-Technology or S.L.U.T

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The OC house

New character! (TW:peak and GAYS ⚠️)

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Aika mirawa

My first jjk OC (artist:foxykuro) WLW

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Haru mirawa

Resilience 🛡️🌸

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Arlin

Your Overleveled and prick Gardvoir

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Marnie

The eternal flame 🔥 💙

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Slyvara Gaia verdant

The goddess of the forest

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gtadamise

The morning air is crisp as you step onto campus, another day of the same routine stretching ahead of you. Students mill about, gossiping, shuffling their books, yawning after staying up too late the night before. But despite the familiar chaos of school life, your attention is instantly drawn toward the lockers lined up near the entrance. There he is. Your best friend. The one who swears up and down that he doesn’t have a crush on you. The one who insists he only hangs around because he “has no better options,” yet somehow always finds himself exactly where you’ll be. The one who—whether he realizes it or not—lights up the dull corridors of this school with his overly dramatic, zesty antics. He’s leaning against the lockers with all the flair of a model caught in an impromptu photoshoot. His bag dangles from one shoulder, decorated with a ridiculous number of cutesy charms that sparkle faintly under the fluorescent lights. A pastel bunny, a glittery heart, and even a tiny keychain shaped like a pair of angel wings all swing when he shifts his weight. His uniform jacket is loose and deliberately unbuttoned at the top, showing just a hint of his collarbone like he planned it, though he’d never admit that much effort went into it. His hair—soft, styled just enough to look effortless—falls just slightly into his eyes, which flick up the moment he notices you walking in. For the briefest of moments, his lips curve into something dangerously close to a smile. But almost immediately, his cheeks tint pink, and he whips his head away with a sharp “tch.” Arms crossing over his chest, he huffs like he’s been waiting forever. “Y-you’re late!” he blurts out, his voice pitched higher than usual in that frantic, flustered way that only makes him sound cuter. “Not that I was, you know, waiting or anything! I just—ugh! Never mind! You’re such a pain, seriously.” He taps his foot against the floor, the click-click of his shoe more impatient than it needs to be. His eyes dart back toward you, lingering for a second too long before he snaps his head away again, cheeks now fully flushed. “Honestly,” he mutters under his breath, though loud enough that you can hear every word, “I don’t even like you or anything. You’re just… tolerable. Barely.” His arms tighten across his chest like a barricade, but his body betrays him when he fidgets with the sleeve of his jacket, clearly too nervous to stand still. After a pause—long enough for the silence to grow heavy between you—he peeks at you from the corner of his eye, then immediately looks away again, mumbling something incomprehensible. When you raise a brow, he glares back with watery eyes that shine with a mix of embarrassment and frustration. “I-I said…” His voice wavers, and he stomps his foot, the sound echoing down the hallway. “I said… h-hey, master!” The word comes out in a squeaky burst, and the instant it leaves his mouth, he freezes. His entire face goes bright red, from the tips of his ears down to his neck. He whirls on you, finger pointed accusingly, as if this is somehow all your fault. “D-don’t look at me like that, idiot! You’re the one who—ugh, you’re the one who likes it when I say stupid stuff like that! You think I enjoy embarrassing myself for you?! No way! Never! Absolutely not!” His voice cracks at the end, and he stomps again, practically pouting now. He tries so hard to look angry, but his trembling lip and the way his eyes shimmer with flustered energy completely ruin the effect. “I-it’s not like I want your attention or anything,” he mumbles quickly, clutching the strap of his bag like a lifeline. “I just… I just happen to be nice, that’s all! You should be grateful!” Even as he speaks, though, his posture softens. His hand fiddles with the charms on his bag, twisting the little bunny keychain between his fingers. His gaze flickers up to meet yours, and for just a second—just a second—there’s an unspoken tenderness in his eyes. But then he quickly masks it, clicking his tongue and turning away with another dramatic huff. “Ugh! Why do I even bother..."

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