#twentytomatchnight

there there……..there’ll be another one soon

im arab and just graduated!! (omw to uni next year im poli sci with pre law track!). i’m 5’1-2 and am a hijabi!! i’m an ambivert loool so i act extrovert but at the same time, introverted (depending on my surroundings ofc.) i have a super contagious laugh btw and big eyes LMAOAOA. im planning for law school and to hopefully become a lawyer!! i had something personal happen in my life that really strengthened my urge to get into law and really don’t want anyone to ever experience what i went thru :))

i want someone who’s providing, loyal and who treats me like his equal. ugh i also want someone who’s only soft around me and takes control of the situation whenever it’s necessary. and i LOVE to laugh— whether it’s acu funny or not— so someone who’s not usually funny but secretly would be… chefs kiss

my special interest is motion pictures!! i love watching films and tv shows (even got a most likely to be a director in my yearbook lol) i loveeee kohl, gold jewelry, perfume, red bull, the color blue, and music!! (i listen to everything im not joking). not rlly dislikes, but a pet peeve of mine is when i get interrupted and doesnt allow me to finish my point (i also have crazy fomo)

id like my match to be from dc plsss!!

help i have so much dad jokes: why did the picture go to jail? because it got FRAMEDDDD LMAAOOA GRT IT?? GET IT??? pls laugh

tyyyy AND SO SPRRY IF ITS TOO LONG!! it’s my first time 😔 im so excited as to what ur gonna cook up i jsut know ur gonna eat

The crystal ball has found a match for you....

...It's Bruce Wayne!

When he steps out, there's something that sharp and calculating in the way that his eyes take regard of the room before they alight upon you. There's something intense and analytical in the way that he watches you, something that already takes meter of your character. Those eyes, like crushed glass, like melting snow on a too-bright day.

He walks in silence towards you, and there's something in the set of his jaw as it relaxes so that he may speak, something in the way that his hand ascends through a swathe of air to offer the first tactile contact between the both of you.

"Bruce Wayne," He says, and his voice is corrugated, but you have the feeling that he's subdued it to some degree for your behalf. "I didn't know what the crystal ball would give me."

Almost as if there's an expectation that he would receive nothing at all. And then you watch as his eyes draw to the ground in briefest of instances.

"I'm glad to know that they thought I was deserving of you." He says, and when he releases your hand, his eyes are still that flinted quality. But there's something that you can almost barely register as lingering, loitering hope.

"Allow me," He says, offering the crook of his arm for you to take, "To give you the tour of the city."

It's more direct than romantic, but he's making the effort. And as you clasp your hands around the firm muscle, you can only admire how warm and perfect his body is against yours.

I'm a black transmasc, often feminine man. I'm a cook in training, but my passion lies in art and writing. I try to be social but talking to strangers always kicks my ass whether good or bad. I'm pretty sure I have OCD but yknow, no diagnosis. In a relationship, i'm very physically affectionate and I suppose a lil clingy depending.

I second guess myself a lot and can hold in a lot of emotions, to the point where I find things tend to get worse because of it (working on that) I love jesters, horror and the colours orange and green.

also! I'm a theatre kid so my cringe is my freedom. I like toys, plushes and all sorts of physical media, I game, I drink a lot and uhhh what else?? well u prolly know anything i might have forgotten

I wld like a DC matchup pease ILY GANG!!! GOOD LUCK WIT ALL THE REQUESTS

The crystal ball has found a match for you....

...It's Sinestro!

The way that the trim, muscular figure descends from the mists is both imposing and alluring at once: the way that his eyes cut through the darkness to find you and then never once hesitate from you only makes you rooted to the spot. Only serves to make you more interested in seeing what he will say when he arrives to meet you.

When he does, you take further ken of that imperious brow, the arch manner in which he composes himself. Yet still his eyes do not move, taking in every single nuance and detail that they can drink in of you.

"How interesting that this is what the crystal deigned for me to have," Sinestro says; you're unsure of how to react as he continues, "And how very fitting of a choice."

You swallow, unaware of the way that your eyes tick wide. All you can register is the way that his thumb feels in scalding shoal of heat on your chin, when he bids guide your face up to him.

"How I shall enjoy taking a taste," He murmurs, "And then we may see how truly well-fitted we are to each other."

When he leans in to close the distance, you only think of how this is just the beginning.

The crystal ball has found a match for you....

...It's Alex Casey!

When the mists part, it reveals a tall, lithe figure only barely illuminated by the embers of a dwindling cigarette. And the face that is revealed and drawn into sharp relief is an angular one, with keen eyes that are no stranger to hardship, no stranger to the depths of the world.

His eyes find yours, and there's something that seems to soften in them, but only by the barest of degrees. He takes a deep drag of his cigarette and exhales fumes through his nose that wreath him in dramatic manner: all you can focus on is the way that he eats up the distance with such purposeful stride.

"Alex Casey," He sticks out his hand in gruff manner, his voice hoarse, "Nice to meet you. I guess I'm your match."

You barely have time to register the shape of his hand against yours (and register how perfect of a fit is for yours), before he takes the cigarette and tosses it into the yonder distance.

"Shouldn't smoke in front of my date," He apologizes, "Sorry. Old habits die hard."

He angles his head at you, as though trying to take appraisal of your character. "You like Italian? I know a good place in town. My treat."

He offers his hand for you to take; there's something so coarsely gentlemanly about it that you can't help but reach out to take it. And you let yourself be led off with this handsome stranger you hope to know more about soon.

I’m SUCH a fucking worrywart omg im always thinking abt the WORST case scenario and it makes me panic sometimes…im reasonably chill once everything DOES turn out fine though ^__^ i dont go to parties very much because im scared to socialize but honestly i open up really fast once im there…its 100% on a timer though so once im done im DONNEEEE. Ideal Saturday out starts at a restaurant and ends in a shopping center without me losing a singular shimmering abraham from my bank account. I enjoy being masc but sometimes...i want to feel like a pretty prince(ss)…im also a pervert 🎀

The crystal ball has found a match for you....

...It's Bullseye!

When he steps out with that sly smile on his face, that wicked cant to his eyes, a sleek step that makes no audible tread on the ground from whence he emerges up to when he makes way over to you: you know that you're in for a doozy with him.

"Hey there," He oozes charm that you feel certain is the best he can shore up for you, and even then it unnerves, "Little crystal ball told me that I'm your match."

His eyes are bright with an uncanny light as they regard you, as he takes pace around your form; you can't help but feel the need to keep trailing around him as he goes. This is something that inspires a great degree of amusement from him.

"Looks like good ol' crystal ball hasn't led me wrong either," He hums as he continues to make visual assessment. As you try to ignore the way that his words send a thrill of heat up your spine.

When he stops in front of you, his smile is smug. His eyes are narrow slits. But still you don't run away.

"How's about it, honey?" He asks, daring you to rise to the challenge. "Wanna see how we really party in New York?"

You don't know if you want to: but it looks like you're going to find out.

i love laughing and making other people laugh. i love animals and will rescue any that i come across. i'm super introverted until i get to know you just a lil bit and then i won't shut up :) i love anime and silly movies like 21 jump street. i'm quite literally always snacking, i always have snacks. i like staying in but i also love going out even if it's just to hang out with someone while they run errands. i'm very empathetic and i'm also a huge cry baby. happy mad or sad i Will be crying

The crystal ball has found a match for you....

...It's Johnny Storm!

When he literally blazes through the evaporating ether in a startling blaze of light, you can't help but let your eyes draw wider, your mouth drop open at the literally smoldering, golden god that touches down before you.

"Hey," He greets in a very self-assured (though no less attractive) voice, "I'm Johnny. You must be the match the crystal set me up with."

As he touches down, you watch as the fire continues to dissipate into the air, vanishing into nothing. As you take in the human that's revealed under the wall of steam that hisses off of his body, you can't help but feel like you like the face under all the pomp and circumstance even more.

"Looks like the crystal ball knows how to pick 'em," He laughs, and when he holds out his hand to yours, you can't help but admire how warm it is, "Pairing two lookers like us together."

You can't resist the heat that slinks under your cheeks at this statement, giving him a shy smile that only makes his grow.

"I think I know just what we should do together, honey," He gives you a roguish smile, "Now how about I show you how a Storm has a good time?"

You take his hand and let yourself be literally swept away.

I don’t got a lotta things going on lmao. I’m 6’2 AFAB (she/they) with the attention span of a starfish. I got peer reviewed as autistic by a university phys ed teacher, a stranger at the library, and about 3/5 people who have more than a single conversation with me (Definitely has nothing to do with the Batman, Shadow the Hedgehog, or Spider-Man obsession)😭

I write fanfiction to procrastinate work, play sims to procrastinate writing fanfiction, and play Baldur’s Gate 3 to procrastinate everything else. Uhhh my favorite type of men are either pathetic or mean, but everyone else is free game

As for dad jokes… uhhhh

The crystal ball has found a match for you....

...It's Booster Gold!

The mists seem to part for Booster Gold as he glides through as if walking on air; there's already a toothy grin on his face as he crosses through the weightlessness of gravity to find you. Skeets darts around the two of you as he finally settles down with noiseless bearings to land before you. You wonder vaguely if he's flexing his arms as he takes proper stance to show off his form.

"Looks like the crystal ball gave me exactly what I ordered," He beams, and you think that his smile seems to grow even brighter by several degrees. "Pleasure to meet you, matchee."

For someone who puts off such bewilderingly powerful atmosphere, his hand is certainly accommodating to yours, almost as though he doesn't want to frighten you off too readily. But then the dazzling smile on his face returns and he gestures to the far-off beyond.

"I've got a ton of places that I've been meaning to check out," He says, "So why don't we go check them out together?"

And there's something that's just so genuine in the verbalization of his request that you can't help but feel like you should give this man a chance. Especially when you drape your arm around his to let him lead the way and watch as his face reddens, his words stutter and bluster as he tries to speak them.

Seems like Booster Gold might be an interesting date after all...

The crystal ball has spoken...