#THEYRE SOOOOO

[tiger-balm]

Blue Room: 60 second lego tower challenge

[sofitai28]

jmart doodles bc I missed them :(

[weatheredcopper]

silly shadowrot doodles <333

[eggo-tistical]

lethan is real guys sorry i dont make the rules

[th3secr3th1story]

can you do one of geto and gojo when they say i love you for the first time??

gojo and geto saying "i love you" for the first time

of course, thank you for the request, anon! and whewww sorry for being mia but im back (hopefully.)

warnings: none, just fluff! some angst in gojo's if you squint?

words: 1,060

gojo

he had to physically restrain himself from saying it after just a month of dating. it was a struggle.

he didn't want to rush you or make you feel like your relationship was on full blast, but he was so smitten! he knew he loved you practically right away.

he wanted to save it for the right moment, maybe after a romantic outing at your favorite restaurant, but it slipped out during one of your fights after you caught him neglecting his well-being yet again.

"my god, satoru, you're not listening to me, i swear," you mumbled, rubbing your eyes with the palms of your hands.

you weren't sure how long the two of you had been fighting, but you were so tired, just wanting to get your point across and go to bed. however, you couldn't see that happening anytime soon, as gojo wasn't even trying to acknowledge what you were saying.

"really? because i think my ears are working just fine. and it sounds like you want me to quit," he retorted, hands on his hips as he looked over at you.

you knew he was sensitive about the topic of overworking, but there was only so much you could ignore before stepping in.

"i'm not saying i want you to stop going on missions! we're both sorcerers, for fuck's sake. it's our job. i'm just asking you to be more careful. you're relying too much on your infinity and you're barely taking care of yourself," you breathed, trying to keep your tone even and measured.

you pressed on, more softly this time, "did you really think i wouldn't notice your eye bags or the fact that sometimes you don't come home until 2 in the morning covered in god knows what?"

"that's not true! why do you have no faith in me?" you didn't think it was possible for your fist to clench anymore without either breaking it or throwing it at gojo's face.

"why can't you see how terrified i am? it's only a matter of time before you don't come home, satoru."

gojo's words died in his throat, finally catching sight of the fear and dread in your eyes. his heart tightened a little.

"i love you too much to let anything like that happen to me, baby."

"i know, but- wait, what?"

he walked up to you, placing his hands on both sides of your waist, pulling you into him.

"you heard me. i love you so much, baby. you're everything to me. i understand what you're saying now."

you placed your hands on his chest, the entire fight forgotten with just those three words.

"i love you too, satoru."

gojo pulled you in tighter, afraid that if he let go you'd take those words right back.

"say it again. please?" he asked.

"i love you so much," you smiled, half-whispering.

gojo moved one of his hands up to the back of your neck, pulling you in for a gentle kiss.

"so...are you still mad at me?" he quipped, smiling softly.

"this is a nice moment. let's not ruin it."

geto

similar to gojo, he also wanted to find the right time to say it. but unlike the other, geto can actually wait for the perfect moment.

it took him a little longer to come to terms with his feelings for you due to his fear of vulnerability, but once he realized how deeply he loved you it was practically the only thing on his mind.

you and geto had slept in longer than usual that morning, seeing that it was a saturday.

"baby, wake up," he whispered, trailing soft kisses down your neck, pulling your back into his chest tighter. he had successfully convinced you to spend the night at his place (although, you hadn't resisted at all).

"nooo," you whined, melting into his embrace. "it's saturday, we can just stay here all day!"

"i was going to take you to that one cafe you love down the street, but i guess this works, too."

you huffed. "why do you hate me?"

after a nice breakfast spent over pastries and coffee, geto walked with you down the street to your favorite bookstore, letting you pick out a few novels to bring home. he paid, of course.

now, the two of you were seated together on the couch, your legs straddling his waist as you played with his soft hair. his hands held onto your hips, somehow pulling you in closer with each passing minute.

you noticed how his breath kept catching in his throat. "are you okay, suguru? something you want to talk about?"

finally, with a mix of courage and fear, geto took a deep breath and whispered in a soft tone, "you are the most important person to me."

"above satoru? i'm honored," you chuckled, hoping to distill some of his fear.

he merely smiled, continuing on with his speech.

"i've always been scared of opening up. i mean, of course, i have satoru and shoko, but vulnerability was never something that came easy to me," he spoke, a light blush dusting his cheeks at those last words.

you listened attentively, taking in everything he was saying, noticing how he was struggling to get his thoughts out. you gently stroked his neck, hoping it would encourage him to keep talking.

"but with you, it's different. i've always been drawn to your presence. this feeling i have, it's confusing and so complex, but absolutely undeniable."

he paused momentarily, perhaps bracing the both of you for his next words.

"i love you, y/n. you don't have to feel the same way, and you also don't have to respond right now, but i needed to tell you."

you cupped his face, rubbing your thumbs over his cheeks.

"i love you too, baby. more than you'll ever know," you whispered, the impact of his confession clear in your expression.

he (somehow) pulled you even further into his embrace, a hand coming up to the back of your head to rest it on his shoulder as he buried his own in your neck.

"move in with me?"

"huh??" you gaped, pulling yourself away from his neck to look into his eyes, seeing only sincerity and adoration.

"baby, you basically already live here. this would just make it official. what do you think?"

"...of course."

[vashatxt]

i'm always so fixated on blade being pathetic and dumb for kafka, worshipping the ground she walks on and falling apart at her command that it's taken me THIS long to start thinking about sub!kafka and... god... it's perfect because the former still applies, blade still worships her, he would do anything to make her feel good, and she lets him do his worst.

it's a different kind of trust. maybe she's only like this with blade. he's the only one to get her on her knees, looking up with tears in her eyes, hands obediently folded behind her back and thighs clenching. blade makes her feel small and pretty and fragile, like a doll. blade, who has big rough hands either calloused or bandaged, who wears his years of anguish on his once innocent face, who can make his voice sound so, so harsh, so coarse. even if kafka has to spend time coaxing him or working up his confidence, it's worth it, and she doesn't make him feel embarrassed, because when he sees what he can do to her with just his fingers, his touch and filthy words spilling from his mouth, he's addicted.

maybe this is another way he can gain control over the mara, a way to quell it. maybe even pre-emptively. maybe he can work it out like pent up energy before bed by rawing kafka from behind, his fingers shoved into her mouth to quieten her, because she is SUCH a screamer. she moans and whines and bites at him and gags, they're both messy and overstimulated and when blade spills his load in her cunt he's dizzy and his knees buckle, and kafka is able to vocalise properly again. blade musters up his stamina, cock aching and stomach hollow, exhausted - throwing himself across kafka's body, latching onto one of her nipples and sucking while his hand trails down to her soaking wet pussy; his thumb rubbing rough circles across her clit while he pumps in and out of her with two fingers until she cums, too. all to the soundtrack of her crying his name, and the pain of her nails digging into his skin.

there is no obligation to send any tips but if you feel like passing on a good deed, my kofi is https://ko-fi.com/idolelysia

[paranormal-creativity]

saiouma art i finished like a month ago and never posted 🧍

[simplydnp]

the quiet knowing involved in the jokey but true 'i don't think you can tend to the wilderness, phil' bc it wasn't even meant as that much of a shot it was purely an honest truth

[freakingweirdo]

goldrose thesis statement

[amid-fandoms]

‘i think we represent our personalities more now 😇’

‘… the fuck is that supposed to mean’

phil just dye his hair red in his sleep atp

[pinesboi]

got this lovely commission from @drathe !!!! Astarion and my boy Andras in toxic boyfriends with each other

[erigorro]

oikawa & iwachan commission for a friend :-)

[thisisthepopcornofrice]

*guy who's experiencing critical organ failure as a result voice* yeah i'm feeling really normal about this

[olliddy]

i was gonna say dont look up brocedes after listening to sad songs but dont look up brocedes period. im a mess

[benji-deeds]

[ratatatastic]

the natural inclination to bow to your captain