#THEY DO DESERVE HAPPINESS!
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He truly did.
#atla#avatar the last airbender#atla fanart#atla art#the gaang#sokka art#sokka fanart#atla sokka#sokka#sokka avatar the last airbender#sokka of the water tribe#kyoshi warriors#kyoshi warriors au#kyoshi island#kyoshi warrior sokka#atla meme#incorrect quotes#Daniel Radcliffe you looked really nice in Fleur's outfit#As did Sokka in the Kyoshi Warriors uniform#Let him be pretty. He deserves it.#Also that handbag he bought in Gaoling would go really well with the uniform don't you think?#He loves shopping and putting together cute outfits and looking good. That's my boy.#Bi Sokka is my Sokka what are you talking about#He's pretty and he knows it âš#Also can we all agree that everyone would look awesome as Kyoshi Warriors? Yes????#You know I'm lost when I start using Daniel's quotes for ATLA characters lmao#âAnd I was crying and I was in the bathâ will come eventually. That line screams happy-go-lucky Aang and/or deadpan Zuko#Anyone would do#âWe love Daniel but he's uselessâ is also *chef kiss*#Which character for that one tho?
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Noble Pursuit đ
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#zelda#legend of zelda#breath of the wild#tears of the kingdom#botw#totk#zelda tears of the kingdom#zelda botw#zelda fanart#daeyumi art#botw npcs#totk npcs#for the girls the gays & coleman#(do ppl still use that meme? i think itâs funny lol)#ANYWAYS#this was my piece for the residents of the wild zine over on twt!!#i got to draw some of my fave npcs from botw/totk and of course i had to put the focus on vilia & bolson (& muava i love her sm)#vilia u were done so dirty in botw but we stan a queen#she deserves to be happy & hang out w the girlies at the noble canteen
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woahh 2024! cheers!
happy new year. worms are rooting for you to have your best year yet.
#worm on a string#new year#iâm trying to think of a fun and silly new yearâs resolution (inspired by the Pasta Quest post) and i would appreciate some ideas!#or let me know what youâll be doing. silly or serious#these worms are using their worm power to make your year very cool & nice. they are trying very hard because you deserve it#happy new year#new year 2024#new years eve
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Amity Park hates the Justice League but loves Red Hood and sometimes other heroes
A/n: I got this random idea so here it is. Oh, and this is good reveal AU ok?
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Due to the Justice League mocking them and ignoring their villain problems that were also publicly interdimensional problems, everyone hates the JL. It got worst with the GIW coming in, who blatantly went against the meta-laws (which included aliens, demons and so much more that weren't human from the beginning). They started to think the Justice League supported them.
In the Infinite Realms, however, there's a revenant that many adored and others respected. He did not hold back against criminals. Criminals that would rape, kill, traffic, sell drugs, and more to people. He especially didn't like when they brought kids into this. He'd avenge people the way they should've been: by promising that their abuser/killer/whatever wouldn't be able to do it again. And in the place they lived in, the only way for that to be possible was by major injury, heavy social outcasting, and/or death. Most prefer the 3rd.
And after how long the Amitians dealt with the attacks which eventually came to a slow once or twice a week type thing, they started opening their minds to the idea of coexistence. Well, further than they had. So when people started to cross over and start making their small haunts in their side of the veil, the Amitian's began to become aware of the popular hero Red Hood. He was part of the undead community, which was trustworthy in everyone's books.
So Amity Park started making merch. Most of it was for Team Phantom, but there was plenty for Red Hood as well. There were other heroes on the side, like for Superboy 1 (who they renamed to Supernova due to their hatred for Superman for 2 reasons, the obvious and that he rejected a mirror-born), and Raven (the half demon).
And with this coexistence, Team Phantom had noticed the positive feedback about killing in the name of vengeance. So they went on the offensive, and after a good year of that, the GIW lost funding for producing no results and just taking up resources. The acts were still there, but nobody enacted them in Amity, and nobody actually knew or believed them outside of the haunted city.
Then the Justice League find out about the hero group there due to tracking merchandise after they started to sell outside of the city. Superman was the guy everyone liked, so he was sent over. He immediately got thrown out and was now questioning who the heck Supernova was and when he rejected him.
Flash? Outcast. Everyone ignored and walked away from him. they had the police, who never did anything or even had to anymore, kick him out.
Green Lanter? Oh the poor guy. He had his ring taken away and thrown out of the city somehow. It took hours to find it.
Wonder Woman, they had to be ok with her. Not at first, but once Phantom had a talk with her and people learned that they were cousins through Clockwork (Kronos) and Pandora, they were ok. ish. Tolerated was the best word and she got the info back to the league.
The batfamily took a trip there, dragging Red Hood along somehow. And right when Red Hood was noticed, a crowd began to form as everyone practically worshipped him. There were many victims he had avenged and an Ancient (Lady Gotham) came and gave him the gifts she couldn't without scaring the guy.
At one point, the poor guy even cried.
#dc x dp#danny phantom#justice league#red hood#amitians hate the justice league#Amitians do like some non-local heroes#I didn't mention this but I bet Amitians would also know a lot of not very popular heroes/vigilantes/etc. due to the ghosts#so they're probably the most supportive town in all honesty#Red Hood deserves some appreciation though so here it is#I bet he's a celebrity in the realms#and as for Kon#I bet that the public just start calling him Supernova and he eventually adopts the name because everyone's already calling him that#He'd also be pretty happy about it once he finds out that he has fans that support him being a clone (mirror-born)#He is no longer a clone but a mirror-born now#Tim changed his files#Trigon was arrested for abuse by Walker after Raven was made known to him#Raven's mother paid her daughter a visit with Phantom's help#I just want happy moments right now#I probably should've put these tags in the actual post#but I liked how the ending sounded
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The musical episode.
[First] Prev <â-> Next
#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#jin guangyao#nie mingjue#Remember jin guangyao: If you do any treachery you will face the wrath of five horses.#When are the horses going to come into play? You'll see.#s2.ep8 had beautiful music... I listened to it on loop while drawing!#Good music to chill out to before you fly into a rage.#This episode really cements how JGY's mind works - It is a matter of long-term outcomes at the sake of nearly everything else.#Morals do not matter to him if the outcome is more favourable.#and at the center of it all - he has learned that the only person he can truly trust is himself.#In turn - the only person his actions benefit are himself.#He will do anything and everything it takes to reach a position of power - not just for the power. But because it means safety.#Because it was something he was denied and the idea of not having control in his life again is unforgivable.#'Happiness' isn't a goal. We are looking at someone still stuck at the bottom of Maslow's hierarchy of needs.#Everything and everyone is a piece in a game. Bonds and friendships are assets. People are dispensable.#He wants to climb for the sake of climbing. He wants praise and recognition because he feels it is deserved. It's all so hollow.#We could go deeper into his psyche on this.#But these are also tags under a comic in which 'evil penis music' is the punchline.
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they licensed his ass
my finished piece of the FWMS (official name definitely 100%) thing we started a few days ago! I had fun I hope folks had and/or continue to have fun with the sketch as well.
#dimension 20#fantasy high#fhsy#riz gukgak#Fuck With My Sketch#I mean it I'm gonna use that. gotta stop me if u dont wanna#doing things like this is bittersweet bc this slaps and I look at this and Im like well. I will never be able to nail this look again#I guess that's the plight of self taught art. but also it means you have to learn to let go and go look for different delights#you can't get too attached to one way of doing things. you will find many new things on ur way to make more funny bictures n such#this slaps tho Im so happy with how this came out lol. its be a long while since I last drew something in this vein#appropriate that its for riz lol he deserves it. he deserves the photoshoot pieces#funny enough this also kind of was prompted by drawfee? in one of the episodes I was binging (I thiiiink the one bg a day ep)#jacob brought up one of the artists I follow on twitter (havent been there in a decent while lol) who uses a pretty distinct#blue-on-red palette that got me to think abt teal-on-red and then this happened#funny enough I did start the piece with teal-on-red but then I shifted to blue after and was like wait I love this suddenly#and then committed lol. I should work with teal-on-red properly more but for now! we have fun! we enjoy#thats my journey thank u for listening. thank u for drawing with me if u have and come hang next time if u havent
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COME REST YOUR BONES NEXT TO ME ; SATORU GOJO, SUGURU GETO
synopsis; satoru shares the first snowfall of the year with the two people he loves most.Â
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contents; satoru gojo/reader/suguru geto (poly relationship!!), gn!reader, you're all whipped, reader referred to as spouse, fluff fluff fluff!!, sickeningly domestic, just comfy vibes all around, mostly from satoruâs pov, suguru has a favorite (its you) (but also not really he just likes bullying toru <3), satoru gojo may or may not have unresolved mommy issues
a/n; happy satosugu holidays to those who celebrate <33 geto died today isnt that crazy. dont u think its fucked up how love figuratively and literally killed him. anyway! help urself to two very whipped husbands <33
âholy shit!â
the raspy tilt of satoruâs voice echoes throughout the bedroom, stirring you from your comfortable slumber. a soft groan spills from suguruâs lips, deep and husky, as he pulls you closer into his embrace â smoothing a warm palm down the back of your head. trying to soothe you back to sleep, muttering under his breath.
âsatoru, itâs too early for this...â
âitâs snowing!â said man continues, unperturbed. unmistakably giddy. heâs standing by the window, hands pressed flush against the cold glass; entirely entranced by the sight in front of his cerulean eyes.Â
your eyelids begin to flutter. a tiny tug of your subconscious, a pang of something excited flowing through your veins, an alert to your sleepy brain.
(snowing.)
with groggy movements, you wriggle out of suguruâs grasp â a displeased grumble leaves his throat, almost a whine â allowing you to scramble out of bed. âreally?â you chirp, rubbing the sleep from beneath your eyes. a raspy, meek little voice spilling into the air.
satoru grins, watching you move closer, watching as a tiny gasp pushes past your lips. watching as your droopy eyes widen â brightening, glittering, starlight and snowflakes painted on the interior of your iris. a breathtaking sight, he thinks.Â
maybe even more breathtaking than the winter wonderland reflected in it; beyond the pure opaque frosting of the windowâs glass, out into your backyard, buried beneath a thick layer of snow. soft and fluffy, covering the city, suguruâs long-frozen tulip garden, the bare branches of your apricot tree. every roof in sight. all of it dyed a pure white, glittering in the light of a morning sun yet to fully rise, tiny snowflakes descending down to earth.Â
itâs beautiful.Â
satoru loves winter. he always has, he thinks. it comes to him as a memory â blurred at the edges, gleaming even still, the first time he saw those snowflakes up close. someone held him in their arms, he recalls. a warmth long faded.Â
all he can properly remember is that sight. one that knocked the breath from out his tiny lungs, all glitter and something almost other-worldly, something frightening in its majesty. like it broke through a rift in the stratosphere.Â
the first snow of the year.
and heâs loved it ever since; the soft crunch of snow beneath his feet, an air heavy with the scent of cinnamon and candied apples, bouts of laughter to be heard from faraway apartments. red and green glimmers of artificial light, sweet frosting on the christmas cake he would always gobble up alone in his room. the cold wind, nipping at his bare fingers â a reminder of his capacity for ache.
there are lots of things to love. lots of memories to cherish. and every single year, he gets the chance to make more.
like this; the light in your eyes, the smile on your face, the excitement in how hurriedly you turn to meet his giddy gaze. a nostalgic kind of joy simmering in the space between you.
and before either of you know it, satoruâs pulling you towards the hallway, intent on dragging you outside to see it all up close. almost tripping over his agumon plush, lying unassumingly on the floor, kicked off the bed once again.Â
(probably by satoru himself, though heâll always insist it was suguruâs doing. overcome by his jealousy, surely, unable to stand the sight of his cute husband cuddling up to a plushie instead of him. satoru understands, he does â he feels the same when he sees you hug that 3â0 cat plushie of yours.
and, sure, maybe once or twice heâs been lucid enough to register the subconscious kick of his leg and agumonâs subsequent fall to the floor â but heâll still blame suguru in the morning. if only to see the way said man rolls his eyes, clicks his tongue, maybe flicks his forehead if heâs really lucky.)
high on the spirit of christmas, spurred on by childlike elation and sleep-deprivation, you stumble towards the door. satoru pulls one of his jackets over your shoulders, delighting in the way your hands donât fully reach through the sleeves. wrapping you up in a cozy scarf when suguru shouts at you both to dress warmly, barely awake and already tired of your antics.
and the moment you step through the door, satoru is engulfed by it. that mystical, mystical feeling.Â
a little lonely, a little too satisfying to pass up. a cold breeze that nips at his fingertips, snowflakes that brush against his cheeks and stick to his white lashes. a warm hand in his, as you cling to his side, shuddering â but smiling, as you look up at the sky, putting a hand out just to feel the snowflakes melt against the skin of your palm.
he feels you let go of him, but doesnât mention it. a little too mesmerized to tug you back. dipping his toes into the bittersweet nostalgia of it all, staring at the flurry of white all around you, the skeletal branches of your apricot tree. suguruâs poor tulips. humming a jolly tune, subconsciously. a little delighted.
â until something cold and wet hits the exposed skin of his neck.
satoru twitches, a chilling shudder trickling down his spine. the snowball just thrown at him begins to melt, droplets sticking to his nape, and he turns to you with a raise of his brow. a devilish grin on his lips, when he hears your muffled laughter, sees the crinkle of your eyes.
(youâre cute, he thinks. but you need to be humbled.)
âoh, so thatâs how you wanna play?â he drawls, eyes gleaming with amusement. taking a step forward, reaching down to gather some snow in his palm. a wide grin on his glossy lips. âfine by me.âÂ
he's fast, but you act quickly, running towards the apricot tree with laughter in your throat. feeling the pitter patter of your heartbeat resound in your ears, as the snowball misses its mark by just a hair â and you waste no time in making your own.
itâs a hard-fought duel. snowfall blocking your vision, nerves beginning to numb, red cheeks and runny noses as you chase each other with giddy breaths. unfortunately for you, satoruâs arms are unfairly long, fingers unfairly nimble, and his stamina never even seems to falter.
so before long, your energy begins to dwindle. chest heaving, hands too cold to form a proper snowball, while your husband seems like he hasnât even broken a sweat. they just keep on coming, snowball after snowball colliding with the fabric of your jacket, and when one of them hits your collarbone you squeal â falling backwards, right into a fresh pile of snow.
satoru moves forward, a triumphant smirk on his handsome face. youâre out of breath, and your hands are red, and heâs fairly certain youâre gonna catch a cold. suguruâs going to scold him, but right now all he can think of is you. the frown youâre wearing, the little huff that slips from your lips.
âready to admit defeat, sweetheart?â he practically purrs, standing above you with his hands on his hips. smug. and you grin right back.
ânever.â
a hum. something glimmers in his eyes, a devious little glint, and you come to regret your decision when satoru gathers a heap of snow with his overgrown arms; only to drop it all on top of you. too tired to fight back, all you can do is shield your face, silently accepting your fate.
a shiver wracks through your body, and satoru almost feels bad. just a tiny bit. but then you finally relent, murmuring bitterly under your breath. âfine, fineâŠâ a soft pout forms on your lips. âyou win.â
and satoru smiles. crouching down to meet you at eye level, on his knees in front of you. thereâs a teasing mirth in his eyes, when he reaches out to cup the fat of your cheek. âthatâs all i wanted to hear, sweet pea,â he drawls, trying not to giggle when you exaggeratedly roll your eyes.
his voice curls down an octave when he continues, leaning forward to brush his nose against yours. hot breath against your chilled skin. ânow, for my prizeâŠâ
his lips meet yours, sweet and chaste â a little cheeky. you scoff into the kiss, but satoruâs smile only grows. honeyed, a little bit adoring. his tongue flits out to lick at your cold bottom lip.
he lingers, for a bit. like heâs trying to savour the way you taste, faded strawberry chapstick sticking to his lips, smudged against your own. and you sigh, softly, melting a little, comforted by the fleeting warmth that blossoms on your face.Â
when he's finally satisfied, having dragged his prize out to its completion, satoru helps you up. brushing snowflakes off your jacket, cradling your ice-cold hands in his. theyâre not faring much better, but a worried tug of his heartstrings compels him to warm you up. bringing them to his lips, hot breath fanning over your skin, tender little kisses against the knots of your knuckles.
you canât help but blush, and a raspy chuckle flows from out his lips.Â
hazy morning sunshine licks at the branches of the apricot tree behind you, illuminating the contours of your face, the shine of his eyes. a blue smudge on a canvas painted white and gray. the air smells of pine cones and something smokey, crisp. it courses through his burning lungs when he inhales, exhales, a breath of vapour that scatters up into the sky.
satoru loves winter. always has. but now, heâs certain he loves it even more.
because now, he has two people to share it with. two people to drag out into the snow, two people whose hands he can tenderly warm up, two people whoâll laugh and sigh at his antics and still indulge him. two people to pelt with snowballs.Â
what more could a man want?
âhey, idiots!âÂ
the voice that echoes throughout the air is exasperated, a little teasing. yet fond. suguruâs got his hair tied into a messy half done bun, black turtleneck sweater enunciating his broad chest and the curve of his waist. thereâs a fatigue in his eyes, the creases of his face, but a lazy smile is playing at his lips.
âiâm making breakfast,â he shouts, voice deep and smokey and soft even still. âcome in and warm up before you catch a cold.â
âis that any way to speak to your husband and spouse?â satoru chimes back, a melodic lilt to his sugarsweet voice. something satisfied. pleased.
suguru shoots him an unimpressed look, but his eyes soften. melting a little, at the words that spill from satoruâs lips, as if they were always meant to be there.Â
(husband. spouse. suguru wills himself not to smile.)
with matching grins on your faces, the two of you stumble back towards the door. snow crunching beneath your feet, a happy noise pushing past your lips when you collide with the warmth of your husbandâs chest.
âlook, suguru. isnât it pretty?â you chirp, smiling brightly. an expression he mirrors â brushing some snow from the top of your head, warm palms caressing your cold skin, setting a mental reminder to scold satoru later. sparing a brief glance at the snowy veil over reality.
then he exhales. a fond hum. âit is.â
satoru joins you both by the door, stretching out his lanky limbs. tousled hair, wet strands sticking to his skin, reddened cheeks and a signature pout. âsuguru, my hands are cold,â he whines. âwarm âem up for me?â
a click of his tongue. âshouldâve put some gloves on, satoru.â
a hum buzzes in your throat, and you put your hands out. itchy, a little dry. a sad frown tugs at your lips when you speak. âmy hands are also cold.â
and, like clockwork, suguruâs eyes soften. a coo tiptoeing on his tongue, engulfing your hands in his larger ones. âaw, câmere, my loveâŠâ his breath fans over your frozen fingertips. âletâs get you warmed up, hm?â
satoru gasps, a hand on his chest, and you stifle a giggle. heâs acting, you both know, being a little drama queen. he knows youâre just exaggerating suguruâs double standard as a bit, that your husband would probably set himself on fire to warm either of you up.
despite that, his voice comes out thoroughly offended. âoh, i see how it is,â he huffs, walking past the both of you. pouting deeply. âyou hate me. you hate me, and you want me to die. i understand.â
âsatoru,â you coo. he hmphs, but stills, waiting for you to wrap your arms around him. and you do â a little too eager to appease your giant baby of a husband.
âweâre just joking around,â you assure him, holding back a humorous chuckle. squeezing his waist with palpable fondness. âlove you sooo much. you know that.â
satoru stays silent. but he cranes his neck, to meet suguruâs gaze, standing just behind him. narrowing his cobalt eyes â a meaningful look.
suguru sighs.
âyes, yes. we love you oh so much.â he takes a step forward, ruffling the white head of hair by the door. a lazy smile on his lips. ânow behave and go change out of your pyjamas. theyâre soaked.â
his voice is teasing. exasperated, more than a little condescending. but itâs suguru, so satoru accepts it â following you both into the warmth of your home. the scent of cinnamon and vanilla hangs heavy in the air, a hint of espresso and firewood, lulling him into a sweet state of tranquility. rich with comfort, safety.
he changes out of his wet clothes, pulling a black hoodie over his head before waltzing into the kitchen. and you do the same, emerging from your bedroom in one of suguruâs cozy sweaters, knitted and smelling of bergamot.Â
when suguru notices, his gaze shifts into something fond. palpable. a look satoru always finds in the scope of those warm eyes, amber and cedar bleeding into something sweet, only ever directed at the two of you. a look said man assumes goes unnoticed. heâs not as slick as he thinks.
the kitchen simmers with hazy sunlight and gentle movements, something sleepy and kind. satoru is a little bit enamored with it; from bowls of cat food by the corner, to camellias by the windowsill, cookie jars and dried lemon slices, the fading scent of baked goods and wishlists stuck to the fridge.
(yours and satoruâs are filled with scribbles, new ideas popping up daily, while suguruâs is almost entirely blank; mostly necessities, one or two things heâd like for himself.
and then, of course, the same thing he writes at the top of his wishlist every year; some peace and quiet.)
suguru shuffles around the kitchen, long strands of black hair cascading down his back, swaying with his movements. he sends you both an affectionate glance when you step in, already in the process of making satoru his cup of hot chocolate â topped with marshmallows and whipped cream, colorful sprinkles in the shape of tiny stars, a touch of cinnamon. satoru licks his lips.
when it's finished, the cup is promptly handed to him, paired with a tender kiss to his forehead. and suguru starts the meticulous brewing of your coffee, steady hands, finely chosen coffee beans, the low purring of the espresso machine. soothing.
thatâs when you attach yourself to his back. wrapping your arms around his waist, a sleepy yawn muffled into the fabric of his turtleneck. he places a big palm on your hand, thumb smoothing over your knuckle, and you nuzzle into him silently. suguru smiles.
âstill sleepy, baby?â he questions, a coo on the tip of his tongue. his voice is soft, palpably so, buzzing with warmth and safety and something that makes you want to stay cuddled up to him forever.
satoru senses an opportunity to insert himself into the conversation, and forces out a yawn of his own. stretching his limbs like a big cat, blinking drowsily, eyelashes fluttering. hoping itâll come off as endearing. âmhm.âÂ
but suguru shoots him an unimpressed look. ânot you,â he tuts, patting your arm, âthis baby. i wasnât asking you.â
a pout. âwhy are you so mean to me?â he whines, shooting you a doe-eyed look. bottom lip jutting out slightly, a feigned glassiness to his eyes. âsweetie, tell your husband to stop being so mean to me.â
you smile. indulgent, as always. âdon't be so mean to him, suguru. you know heâs sensitive.â
a sigh. deep, tinged with exhaustion. satoru shares an amused look with you â stifling a shared chuckle at suguruâs exasperation.
and suddenly, he feels something warm flutter in his ribcage. a sunkissed butterfly, wings brushing against his ribs, coaxing his lips into curling up. unmistakable fondness, almost too much to bear. the need to reach out and touch you creeps up on him, a hunger he canât deny, but he holds back; you look comfy like that, curled up against suguruâs spine. so he only inches closer, without a word.Â
his husband casts him a glance, but satoru stays silent. lips pursed, waiting for something. patient.
and suguru relents. he reaches a hand out, to tuck a stray strand of white hair behind his ear â an excuse to touch him. a silent apology.Â
(i'm sorry, you big baby.)
satoru grins.
you shift from foot to foot, leaning over to see what suguru is doing, pressing buttons and taking two ceramic cups out from a wall cabinet. your eyes zero in on a particular shelf, narrowing in suspicion, before flitting over to meet your husbandâs gaze.
âsatoru, did you use up all my peppermint sweeteners again?â
he stiffens. just a tad, before swallowing a gulp â followed by a silly chuckle, sheepish and performative, eager to wiggle his way out of your cold gaze. â⊠which sweeteners do you mean, honey?â
âdonât pull the âhoneyâ card.â
âand donât play dumb, either.â
a pout crosses his lips. betrayed. âsuguru, whoâs side are you even on?â
said man gives him a look. that one look, characteristically suguru, the same one he always sends satoruâs way. one so thoroughly unimpressed it makes him feel like the worldâs biggest clown.Â
and satoru plays along. your dutiful, beloved clown, his posture wilting like a sad flower. suguru exhales through his nose.
âdonât steal their sweeteners.â he smooths a thumb over your knuckle, absentminded, meeting the cold metal of the ring on your finger. smiling a little at the sensation. âbuy your own.â
satoru huffs, drawn out and childish. crossing his arms, leaning against the kitchen counter. âah, i see how it is. leaving your sweet husband to buy his own sweeteners?â he clicks his tongue. âchivalry is dead.â
you bite back a little chuckle â satoru recognizes the cute noise you make when you do â and suguru rolls his eyes. fondly, always. âremind me next time i go to the store and iâll consider it.â
âhmph.â
suguru is smiling. itâs small, but genuine, worth a thousand words. and you are, too, the vague crinkle of your eyes giving you away. even as you bury your face in the curve of suguruâs back.
and ah, satoru thinks. there it is again.Â
that sickeningly sweet sense of deja vu; the sensation of a certain something flourishing deep inside his chest. warming him up, trickling through his frost-bitten veins. that one little itch he never manages to satisfy, that never goes away, something that took root inside his heart years ago â watered by the sweet looks on your faces.
this everyday slice of heaven, right in front of him, that heâs been greedily partaking in ever since he moved in with you. since he married you.
(married.)
sometimes he still canât believe it.Â
âitâll be done in a minute,â suguru hums, and satoru blinks. broken out of his syrupy stupor. âyou two go wait by the kotatsu, okay? must be cold, poor babies.âÂ
and, as always, his voice is a little teasing. a tiny bit condescending, if you really strain your ears, in typical suguru fashion. but itâs laced with a touch of sweetness; one that would be too much for either of you to stomach, if it were to drip out of his lips with nothing to water it down. so satoru accepts it. welcomes it, even.
and you follow his suggestion. making your way towards the living room, satoru trailing behind you, continuously enamored by every little thing he sees. every little piece of the home youâve built for yourselves.
your living room is cozy. several potted plants seated here and there, a thick quilt to cover the kotatsu, a bowl of satsumas on top of it. a sleepy cat on your couch, golden sunshine ruffling her fur. a santa hat lies beside her, and satoru snags it without much thought. pulling it over his head.
his gaze shifts to the christmas tree over in the corner, eyes filling with a childlike kind of wonder. itâs decorated to completion, weighed down by colourful ornaments and lights, a star at the very top. suguru cut it himself, bringing the biggest and prettiest one he could find back home.
(satoru had gone with him. partially to help carry it back, mostly to get a glimpse of suguru's biceps flexing with the swing of the axe. heâs a simple man.)
and beneath it, presents are already beginning to pile up. carefully wrapped, in bows and silken paper, growing more each day. shattering suguruâs hopes of maybe having a more lowkey christmas this year â but satoru couldnât be more relieved. this is the only time of year you let him get away with pampering you both to his heartâs content.
a smile blooms on his lips. he plops down on the floor, crossing his legs, right as suguru walks in with a coffee pot in hand. their gazes overlapping.
and something mischievous begins to brew within the blue of his eyes, something that makes suguru narrow his own. satoru pats his thigh, twice, a coo on the tip of his tongue. santa hat sitting pointedly on top of his head, fluffing up his hair.
âcâmere, suguru! sit on santaâs lap.â
ââ youâre disgusting.â
the words are playful, but a pout still slips into the curve of satoruâs lips, and he huffs out a displeased little breath. his husband pretends not to hear it, so satoru turns to you â sitting so prettily to his right, already anticipating his next move. puppy dog eyes on full display, he gives you a soft tilt of his head, snowy tufts of hair falling over his eyes.
and you sigh, in what he knows is resignation. his faux pout turning into a satisfied grin.
you curl up in satoruâs lap without much of a fuss, letting him circle his arms around you. an indulgent smile rests on your lips, but he knows you love this; his broad chest against your back, the heat of the kotatsu warming your feet. breathing in the fading scent of your shampoo, he leaves a peck on the sensitive spot right behind your ear, and you try not to shudder.
then satoru smiles. squeezing you, lightly, sweetly, eyes rich with honeyed affection. voice dripping with playful endearment. âthere we go,â he coos. âwhat does my angel want for christmas, hm?âÂ
âi want you to stop stealing my peppermint sweeteners,â comes your answer. instantaneous.
silence fills the room. a moment passes. outside your frosted windows, a bird takes flight from the branches of your apricot tree. and satoru clicks his tongue.
â⊠santa can only do so much, baby.â
two deep scoffs fill the air, heavy and bemused. one from you, one from suguru. satoru only giggles.
âjust kidding!â he chirps, planting a kiss on the top of your head. âdonât you worry. santaâll give you all the peppermint sweeteners you could ever want.âÂ
you raise a brow, exhaling amusedly. craning your head to meet his gaze. âand he wonât end up using them all himself?â
âof course not! blasphemy.âÂ
a moment passes.
â⊠maybe one or two. as a treat.â
a string of protests slips from your lips, and satoru tries not to burst into a fit of giggles. suguru just watches, silently, smiling lightly as he pours hot coffee into two ceramic cups. steam wafting up to the ceiling, a cat jumping down from the couch to curl up in his lap. he places one in front of you, not taking a single sip of his own until he hears you hum blissfully at the taste â pink lips against white ceramic. a bitter taste on his tongue, sweetened by your approval.
then he starts peeling three satsumas, absentmindedly, and satoru swallows down the love-ridden honey choking up the back of his throat. pretending the domesticity of such a simple action doesnât melt his heart down to the marrow.Â
he turns his attention towards the window. frost sticking to the glass like spider-woven webs, soon to be melted by the glow of the mellow winter sunrays. flitting in through the curtains, cascading over the room, splattering across the floorboards. framing the hue of your hair, the smile on suguruâs lips.
and a memory comes to him. sudden, hazy, faded at the edges. ghosting his subconscious.
he remembers the frost, the biting wind, the frightening majesty of the snow that fell that day. breaking into his world through a rift in the stratosphere. he remembers the contrasting warmth of the person who held him, who cradled him close; the soft lull of a womanâs voice.Â
for a moment, satoru thinks he can almost, almost see it before him. hear those gentle words, see her tired smile. why was she always so tired?
(look, satoru. isnât it pretty?)
â he canât recall how it sounded. if it was melodic and soft, or raspy and broken, happy or sad. but he does recall that it made him feel safe. safe enough to find comfort in a sight so other-worldly, so very foreign.
it shouldâve been frightening, but it wasnât. the first snowfall satoru ever saw knocked the breath from out his lungs, stole his heart with cold hands, left him with a suffocating nostalgia. but the memory is precious.
and now, he feels that sense of other-worldliness in this; a kotatsu for three, a warm house, peeled satsumas and promises of a christmas cake soon to be baked. one lovely spouse in his lap, the other gazing at him with that fond look he always assumes goes unnoticed. a cocoon of safety â a ghost he doesnât need to chase anymore.
warmth. enough warmth to make up for the snow and frost outside your home, all the experiences he missed out on as a child. warmth, warmth, warmth. funny, how that happens to be satoruâs favorite thing about winter.Â
he looks at the two of you, hoping you wonât pay any mind to his silence. for once, he hopes youâll stay wrapped up in your awful, awful coffee, so bitter that just looking at it makes his throat feel dry. just so he can get away with admiring you for a little longer. from the contours of suguruâs face, to the skin of your collarbone, to the rings on your fingers. ones he put there himself.Â
and ah, satoru thinks, there it is again. again and again, as always, forever. that warm, warm feeling flourishing in the depths of his chest.Â
he hopes it never goes away.
#genuinely fucked up that suguru geto isnt in my kitchen rn </3#i just think sugu is such a caretaker. makes u breakfast and peels ur satsumas w/o u even asking. bc it makes him happy :â3 hes so Mother#i think he lowkey gets just a little bit uncomfortable when u or gojo try to do the same for him⊠he likes doting on u#but obv he deserves to be pampered too!! just gotta ease him into it#and i think gojo has a hole in his heart where love should be. bc he wasnt given enough as a child#im not sure what to think when it comes to his parents (since we know literally nothing abt them) but...#the idea of him finding some comfort in the memory of his momâŠ. maybe not realizing that he misses herâŠ..⊠i think its very sad. and good.#listened to ricky montgomery while writing this i think it mightve healed me#geto suguru x you#geto suguru x reader#geto suguru x y/n#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru x you#gojo satoru x y/n#gojo x reader#geto x reader#geto x reader x gojo#gojo fluff#geto fluff#satosugu x reader#satosugu x you#satosugu x y/n#jjk fluff#jjk x reader#âŠâŠâŠ thats⊠a lot of tags.
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now is a great time to remind all of us of how noble a hero percy jackson is. because he refused to harm the demigods who fought beside luke. as much as he hated the fighting them, he understood why the were fighting. he recognized the gods failed them too. and to not acknowledge that in the aftermath of the war would be disingenuous to the lives lost on either side. and not only that. but he was the only demigod brave enough to tell gods how it is when they offered him immortality. he told the gods to their face that their faults in leadership and parenthood are what lead to their near demise. that they must swallow their pride and nurture the things they create, or the threat of a revolt will follow them. and his ass used his gods-given wish to make them promise to give their children a fair chance at a better life. no one was doing it like him. happy birthday, man.
#from day one#it was always about justice over victory#and his alleged âimpulsivenessâ and ârecklessnessâ are the notable traits are what gave him the courage to do this#and do it the right way#not by intentionally risking innocent lives#but by honoring them in every way he can#this man will go down as a hero not only based on his achievements#but on basis of his loyalty to demigods#all hail percy jackson indeed#happy birthday#percy jackon and the olympians#pjo text post#pjo#percy jackson#percy jackson birthday#percy being the greatest hero in that series#percy having a whole series named after him for a reason#percy being a rightful favorite character to so many because he deserves it#love this guy so much
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Happy New Year (2024).
#lotredit#lotr#tolkienedit#the lord of the rings#our gifs#elise#happy new year#hny#new year#fellowship of the ring#fotr#fotredit#i barely had any motivation to do this but since i've done this tradition since 2015 i had to do it this year as well#it's not that good as i've lacked inspiration this year but at least it something#hope everyone have a happy new year and that the year 2024 is an enjoyable one#hopefully i'll be able to make much more gifs next year and give this blog the attention it deserves
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FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST <- <-
Fullmetal Alchemist
My entry (well, entries) for this weeks theme "Heros and Villains" for the @tmntfashioncompetition !!
Its Sprout! Dressed as the guy I might have taken inspiration from back when I first designed his prosthetic- I mean automail-
My opponent is the lovely one and only @bluesgras <3 <3
Bonus:
References:
#I got so happy with the first drawing that I ended up wanting to do another#rottmnt#fma#rise of the tmnt#rise leo#leonardo hamato#future leo#also#sprout deserves to look badass more often#and you know edwards little hair dongle bit?#sprout gets that but as his plant dongle#tmntfashioncompetition#heroes and villains theme#also HI GRAS#Once you have your piece done I will edit a link to it in this post <3#but until then SQUARE UP BLUES#IM GETTING THE LAWN MOWER OUT#2 arms left
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JIN HUGS JIN HUGS! for @jinstronaut âĄ
cr. namuspromised, dwellingsouls, 0613data
#btsgif#dailybts#btsedit#seokjin#bts#bangtan#usersky#usersan#userkelli#usermaggie#raplineuser#usersevn#tuserandi#userpat#userines#*sj#*bangtan#*comp#*gifs#em I have no idea in which timezone you are so I'm just gonna let this post at midnight my time asdgh#HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!!!!!!! I hope you'll have theeee bestest of days today my love you deserve it like no one else#I mean you've literally gifted us 500+ jin sets over the past 18 months -#this seems like the smallest thank you in return#you asked if someone could send you jinnie hugs so here I am!!!#if I could I'd fly to korea grab that man under his gigantic shoulders and bring him directly to your doorstep for the biggest bday hug#but for now this little set will have to do!#it gave me so much happiness just look at all the smiles with those big hugs :( and ofc I had to start and end it with jinkook <33#I love you lots emmeline thank you for being an amazing person all the time#you deserve so much appreciation and love and I hope you get showered with just that#not only today but all the time <3
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get freakay with it
#hm. anyway.#suggestive#i think. at least.#911#911 abc#gave eddie his mustache at the last minute bc EYE also deserve happiness#eddie diaz#evan buckley#buddie#i think i've made vague enough who's doing who but if you know me you also do where my heart lies â€. peace and love.#fanart#digital art#comic#rabisco
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"We deserve a happy ending, my love" - (2023)
In Heaven, on Earth, anywhere. These two do deserve a happy ending. đ
#good omens#ineffable husbands#aziraphale#crowley#david tennant#michael sheen#aziracrow#They do deserve a happy ending#if they don't I riot#myart
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You partied too late again. Time to sleep, birthday boy.
#usopp#sanji#sanuso#usosan#happy birthday usopp#I'M SORRY THIS IS SO LATE IN THE DAY#BUT I HAD TO DO A LIL SOMETHING FOR MY LAD#WHAAAAAAA#i just think he deserves some cuddles as a treat
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maknae line + gestures of love đ«°đŒđđ«¶đŒđčđ€đŒ happy birthday @jkvjimin! âĄ
#jungkook#jungkook*#tae#taehyung*#jimin#jimin*#btsedit#btsgif#dailybts#userpat#underbetelgeuse#trackofthesoul#usersevn#annietrack#usersky#usersan#usermaggie#*gifs#comp#happy birthday darling pat!!!#just a reminder that me and vminkook love you!#i hope you have the best day full of even more love than this bc you deserve it#you put so much of it out into the world yourself that it should only ever come back to you tenfold#i actually made something kinda cohesive?! at least in the first half...feels like it loses its steam a bit after the 10th gif lol#this was only supposed to be 12 gifs but i had more time to keep it going so it ended up being 18 whoops#this is scheduled so i hope it's posting at the proper time (zone ahem)#ALSO at first i arranged this in their age order but i switched jimin and jk's place so it would spell out jk + v + jimin like your url :)#i hope you like this! i'm kinda jealous even tho i made it lol it's quite pretty if i do say so myself#yes i put a heart overlay on the gifs against a white bg to keep the color scheme going..idk i TRIED#p.s. to anyone seeing this and thinking you can't rb it bc it's dedicated to pat for her bday....WRONG! PLEASE REBLOG IT IF YOU LIKE IT! ty
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pov: itâs the mid 2000s and youâre learning what love is
#my little pony#mlp g3#skywishes#star catcher#starwishes#inspired by that tweet that says âme really liking a character = me never drawing themâ#because this is my oldest otp ever and Iâve tried drawing them together so many times and never been happy with it#so I decided my first post of the year HAD to be them#they are everything to me#I watched their specials over and over as a little kid and just yearned to have the kind of special and secret closeness they had#I didnât quite understand it at the time but I certainly do now#anyway. hereâs to a year of copious amounts of sappy ship art from me#itâs what I deserve
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