#Welcome Hope

[agakikama]

Witajcie

Chcąc jakoś rozpocząć ten Majowy miesiąc, postanowiłam że dam kolejną postać OC z Welcome Hope, jak widzicie, dałam na swój profil swój własny odpowiednik Pani Beagle, Mamy Barnaby'ego. Zauważcie iż moja postać OC jest nieco bardziej szczuplejsza niż jej oryginalny pierwowzór, posiada piaskowo-białe pióra, ozdobionymi kolorowymi plamkami, jeśli się dobrze przyjrzycie, to jedna niebieska plamka jest w kształcie serca, jej pióra na głowie jak i ogonie są w 3 odcieniach czerwieni, posiada tęczowy fartuch z dużą kieszenią na środku, a jej nogi są typowo ptasie, Pani Beagle mierzy jakieś 5 stóp wzrostu, choć jest mniejsza od swojego syna Barnaby'ego to wcale jej nie zraża do innych, Pani Beagle jest niezwykle matczyna, troskliwa i opiekuńcza, choć nie mieszka w The Neigborhood to ma ona stały, listowny kontakt ze swoim synem, czasem też do niego zadzwoni aby dowiedzieć się czy nic złego się nie dzieje i jak się miewają inni sąsiedzi, nie kiedy przyjeżdża do syna w odwiedziny, ma ona dobry kontakt z innymi mieszkańcami The Neigborhood, a już w szczególności z Poppy, Wally'm, Frank'iem i Eddie'm.

Co sądzicie o mojej postaci OC jaką jest Pani Beagle? Chętnie się poznam wasze opinie w komentarzach, serduszka też są mile widziane.

UWAGA: Wszelki Hejt czy Trolling na temat mojej osoby czy też moich prac, będzie zgłaszany i usuwany!

Welcome Hope jest stworzone przez: Agakikama

"Welcome Home jest stworzone przez Clown @_PartyCoffin_"

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Hello

Wanting to start this May month somehow, I decided to add another OC character from Welcome Hope. As you can see, I added my own counterpart of Miss. Beagle, Barnaby's Mom, to my profile. Notice that my OC character is a bit slimmer than her original prototype, she has sandy-white feathers, decorated with colorful spots, if you look closely, one blue spot is in the shape of a heart, her head and tail feathers are 3 shades of red, has a rainbow apron with a large pocket in the middle and her legs are typically birdlike, Miss. Beagle is about 5 feet tall, although she is smaller than her son Barnaby, it does not alienate her from others, Miss. Beagle is extremely motherly, caring and caring, although she does not live in The Neigborhood, she has constant contact with her son by letter, sometimes she also calls him to find out if nothing is wrong and how other neighbors are doing, not when she comes to visit her son, she has good contact with other residents of The Neigborhood, especially with Poppy, Wally, Frank and Eddie.

What do you think about my OC character Mrs. Beagle? I'd love to hear your opinions in the comments, hearts are also welcome.

ATTENTION: Any hate or trolling about me or my works will be reported and deleted!

Welcome Hope is created by: Agakikama

"Welcome Home is created by Clown @_PartyCoffin_"

[mushroom-punk]

YOU ARE NOW ENTERING THE 'WHAT' ZONE

happy episode 11!

[ddejavvu]

Just saw a TikTok complaining about ‘kitten’ as a pet name in fanfiction and while I do agree with/understand their discomfort on that one the comments were FULL of people mentioning all the other common pet names ?? Like honey babe baby sweetheart etc ?? Is your partner just supposed to call you by your name the whole time ????????

[peachitykeen]

Refreshing!

[sketchy-tour]

I have been working on this piece for AGES aajsdfjkndf AUGH

I just! I just want Wally frog catching with his bestie to exist into the world dang it!!!! The idea of him slowly catching frogs and running straight to Barnaby to show him is one of my favorite things to think about. Now I can beam such an idea into yalls mind with the power of art I spent too much time on

[sea-buns]

i feel insane

[demon-mochi]

It’s summer time!

[mienar]

good morning bakery 🍞🥖

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[thetisming]

amatonormativity: a romantic partner should be the most important person in EVERYONE'S life

NOT amatonormativity: MY romantic partner is the most important person in MY life, but i understand this is not the same for other people

allosexnormativity: EVERYONE should have sex and sex is something EVERYONE needs/wants/should want

NOT allosexnormativity: I PERSONALLY enjoy sex and love having sex because it makes ME feel good, but other people dont feel the same and that's okay

platonormativity: having friends is important for EVERYONE and EVERYONE needs/has/should have friends

NOT platonormativity: having friends is important to ME and I PERSONALLY love having friends, but there are people who dont and theres nothing wrong with that

faminormativity (is that the word?): family is important for EVERYONE and EVERYONE needs to have their family

NOT faminormativity: family is important to ME and I PERSONALLY need my family with me, but other people dont feel the same and i understand that

lovenormativity (again, not sure if this is a word): EVERYBODY feels love and there's something wrong wiith you if you dont

NOT lovenormativity: I PERSONALLY feel love and love people, but not everyone does and that's completely okay!

NOT amatonormativity: i dont have friends/have any desire to have friends, i am happy with other relationships/no relationships at all

NOT platonormativity: i dont have any desire to be in a romantic relationships, and i am happy with my platonic relationships

NOT allosexnormativity: i like hooking up with people and having one night stands or friends with benefits

NOT faminormativity: i care about my family deeply and am close with family members

NOT lovenormativity: i feel love for people i care about

it's not normative to personally enjoy something, so long as you respect that other people simply arent like you and aren't going to like the same things as you. taking down normativity is a two way street, allos and aspecs need to do it. support your local aros, aces, apls, afams and other aspecs today! remember to challange all normativities, and to not enforce other normativity by saying how bullshit other normativities are!

nothing is universal. romance is not universal. sex is not universal. friendship is not universal. family is not universal. love is not universal. nothing is universal.

[agakikama]

Witajcie

Dziś daję kolejną postać OC, związaną z moim universum z Welcome Hope, moja postać OC ma na imię Twitto i jest on krzyżówką Modrosójki Błękitnej i Błękitnego Rajskiego Ptaka, Twitto jest dobrym przyjacielem Rose ze starej trupy aktorskiej, ma on 8 stóp wzrostu i jest niezwykle utalentowanym tancerzem i śpiewakiem, jego schludna, kolorowa fryzura to tak naprawdę dobrze ułożone grube pióra o które bardzo dobrze dba, choć na pozór tego nie widać to Twitto potrafi też latać, jego pierzaste ręce to tak naprawdę niezwykle silne skrzydła, dzięki którym może wznieść się na duże wysokości, Twitto na co dzień jest niezwykle przyjacielski, cichy, pomocny i wesoły z charakteru, ale jest też niezwykle sumienny i spostrzegawczy, można by rzec że Twitto bywa nieco wścibski, ale jest o usprawiedliwione tym iż ma w sobie ogromne poczucie sprawiedliwości i dąży do prawdy, nawet narażając przy tym własne zdrowie i życie, Rose nie jednokrotnie mu mówiła że posiada on silnie rozwiniętą intuicję detektywa i powinien pracować w policji jako tajny agent, ale Twitto wolał nie wychylać się ze swoimi ukrytymi zdolnościami, mówił jej że jako detektyw wolałby pracować sam, niż narażać swoich przyjaciół na jakieś większe niebezpieczeństwo. W starej wytwórni, Twitto razem z przyjaciółmi notorycznie cierpiał przez wygórowane ambicje głównego dyrektora, jak i reżysera oraz scenarzysty, choć ludzie którzy tam pracowali i gardzili żywymi marionetkami, traktując ich przedmiotowo i nie sanując ich, każde z nich nawet Twitto, starali się trzymać razem i bronić siebie na wzajem, Twitto będąc największy z przyjaciół Rose, zawsze wstawał w obronie przyjaciół i znajdywał dowody niewinności, gdy ktoś z nich został posądzony o coś, czego nie zrobili, Twitto zawsze dbał o swoich przyjaciół, nawet po godzinach pracy nad nowymi epizodami do serialu kukiełkowego, tamtej feralnej nocy Twitto odkrył że główny dyrektor wytwórni ma już dość żywych marionetek i chce ich wszystkich wykończyć, kończąc tym samym cały ich serial, ale Twitto czym prędzej ostrzegł przyjaciół i o wszystkim już wiedzieli, ale niestety w tym czasie ktoś podłożył ogień w wytwórni, wszystkim ludzkim aktorom jak i marionetkom, udało się uciec, ale mimo tego co się stało z wytwórnią, dyrektor postanowił pozbyć się żywych marionetek, odseparował ich wszystkich i wsadzili w osobne skrzynie, aby prawda związana z wyłudzeniem pieniędzy z pożaru z wytwórni i rzekomym "uśmierceniem marionetek" nie wyszły na jaw, wszystkie żywe marionetki miały być wysłane w różne części świata i skazane na zapomnienie, Twitto miał zostać wysłany za ocean, aby słuch po nim zaginą. Ale i do naszego niebieskiego ptaka los się uśmiechną, omyłkowo jego skrzynia trafiła w kompletnie inne miejsce niż zamierzano. Twitto przez czysty przypadek trafił do ogrodu zoologicznego jako atrakcja dla małych dzieci, ale dzięki temu iż tamtejsi strażnicy byli raczej nie uważni, Twitto zdołał uciec i wyruszył w świat, chcąc odnaleźć swoich przyjaciół, przypadkiem dowiaduje się o karambolu samochodowym i tajemniczym zniknięciu jednej z zawartości skrzyń. Udając mu się odnaleźć to miejsce, odnajduje od stary, kolorowy i zniszczony szal Comet do wejścia w leśną gęstwinę, idąc tym tropem, przechodzi przez niezwykle długą grotę pod górą i odnajduje od przedziwnie kolorowy las, choć Twitto jest niezwykle zmęczony to mimo wszystko stara się iść dalej, a to że on sam jak i jego stare ubranie jest zniszczone i ubrudzone to on przypadkowo straszy on spacerujących tam Julie, Sally i Frank'a, dopiero gdy dociera on do The Neigborhood i oczyszcza swoją twarz, Rose go rozpoznaje i wszystkich uspokaja że to jej stary przyjaciel. Po nie długim czasie Twitto odnajduje nie tylko swoich starych przyjaciół, ale znajduje też nowych przyjaciół z The Neigborhood i rozpoczyna nowe spokojne życie, a jego ptasie serduszko zaczęło mocniej bić, gdy tylko spojrzy lub pomyśli o pannie Poppy.

Do Fanów Welcome Home: Odkryłam niezwykle ważną rzecz, choć nie wiem czy ktoś jeszcze to odkrył, oficjalnie w Welcome Home miał też wystąpić Duży Niebieski Ptak o imieniu Sunny, ale Clow postanowił definitywnie usunąć tę postać ponieważ rzekomo "nie pasowała" do obecnej fabuły Welcome Home, odkryłam też to że Sunny, mógł być też bohaterem i uratować Wally'ego i jego przyjaciół przed złem które tam czyhało, ale Clow uznał że w Welcome Home nie jest potrzebny bohater i definitywnie usuną Sunny'ego, moim zdaniem to było nie w porządku, bo mógł być jedynym ratunkiem przed zagrożeniem które dotknęło Wally'ego i jego przyjaciół.

Stworzyłam swoją postać OC Twitto, chcąc w ten sposób uczcić pamięć biednego Sunny'ego.

Moja postać OC jest oficjalną, istniejącą postacią w moim uniwersum Welcome Hope i mam nadzieję, że Twitto BlueBird wam się spodoba, bo praca nad nim zajęła mi aż 12 bitych godzin.

Chętnie poznam wasze opinie w komentarzach, gwiazdki są również mile widziane.

UWAGA: Wszelki Hejt czy Trolling na temat mojej osoby czy też moich prac, będzie zgłaszany i usuwany!

Welcome Hope jest stworzone przez: Agakikama

"Welcome Home jest stworzone przez Clown @_PartyCoffin_"

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Hello

Today I am giving another OC character related to my universe from Welcome Hope, my OC character's name is Twitto and he is a cross between a Blue Jay and a Blue Bird of Paradise, Twitto is a good friend of Rose from the old acting troupe, he is 8 feet tall and extremely a talented dancer and singer, his neat, colorful hairstyle is actually well-arranged thick feathers that he takes care of very well, although it may not be visible at first glance, Twitto can also fly, his feathered hands are actually extremely strong wings, thanks to which he can soar to great heights, Twitto is extremely friendly, quiet, helpful and cheerful in nature, but he is also extremely conscientious and observant, one could say that Twitto can be a bit nosy, but this is justified by the fact that he has a great sense of justice and strives for the truth, even risking his own health and life, Rose told him more than once that he had a highly developed detective's intuition and should work in the police as a secret agent, but Twitto preferred not to reveal his hidden abilities, he told her that as a detective he would rather work alone than expose his friends to any greater danger. In the old studio, Twitto and his friends constantly suffered from the excessive ambitions of the main director, as well as the director and screenwriter, although the people who worked there and despised the living puppets, treating them as objects and not respecting them, each of them even Twitto, tried to stick together and defend each other, Twitto, being Rose's greatest friend, always stood up for his friends and found evidence of innocence when one of them was accused of something they didn't do, Twitto always cared about his friends, even after hours of working on new episodes for the puppet series, that fateful night Twitto discovered that the main director of the studio was fed up with living puppets and wanted to finish them all, thus ending their entire series, but Twitto warned his friends as quickly as possible and they already knew about everything, but unfortunately at that time someone set a fire in the studio, all human actors and puppets managed to escape, but despite what happened to the studio, the director decided to get rid of the living puppets, separated them all and put them in separate boxes so that the truth related to extorting money from the fire from the studio and the alleged "killing of the puppets" did not come to light, all living puppets were to be sent to different parts of the world and doomed to oblivion, Twitto was to be sent overseas, never to be heard from again. But fate also smiled on our blue bird - by mistake, its box ended up in a completely different place than intended. By pure accident, Twitto ended up in a zoo as an attraction for small children, but thanks to the fact that the guards there were rather inattentive, Twitto managed to escape and set out into the world, wanting to find his friends, accidentally learning about a car accident and the mysterious disappearance of one of the contents. chests. When he manages to find this place, he finds an old, colorful and worn-out Comet scarf to the entrance to the forest thicket, following this trail, he goes through an extremely long cave under the mountain and finds a strangely colorful forest, although Twitto is extremely tired, he still tries to move on, and since he and his old clothes are worn out and dirty, he accidentally scares Julie, Sally and Frank who are walking there, only when he reaches The Neigborhood and cleans his face, Rose recognizes him and calms everyone down that he was her old friend. After a short time, Twitto not only finds his old friends, but also finds new friends from The Neigborhood and starts a new peaceful life, and his bird's heart starts beating faster whenever he looks or thinks about Miss Poppy.

To Welcome Home Fans: I discovered an extremely important thing, although I don't know if anyone else has discovered it, officially a Big Blue Bird named Sunny was supposed to appear in Welcome Home, but Clow decided to definitely remove this character because it supposedly "didn't fit" into the current Welcome Home plot Home, I also discovered that Sunny could also be a hero and save Wally and his friends from the evil that was lurking there, but Clow decided that a hero was not needed in Welcome Home and they would definitely remove Sunny, in my opinion it was not in okay, because he could be the only salvation from the threat that befell Wally and his friends.

I created my OC Twitto character to honor poor Sunny's memory.

My OC character is an official, existing character in my Welcome Hope universe and I hope you like Twitto BlueBird, because it took me 12 solid hours to work on it.

I'd love to hear your opinions in the comments, stars are also welcome.

ATTENTION: Any hate or trolling about me or my works will be reported and deleted!

Welcome Hope is created by: Agakikama

"Welcome Home is created by Clown @_PartyCoffin_"

[clementartz]

welp... long live the king i guess 

bonus sans below. lord help him

[saragrosie]

I have been sketching. So much tma. Here's some expansions on my Jon and Martin designs I've been doing.

Another note I forgor to mention is I love how after hearing Simon go "it's enough to make your hair turn white" about Martin's office in s4 many of us collectively agreed his hair turned white because of his association with the Lonely. The shared consciousness is real and we use it to play hot potato with the communal brain cell dedicated to the sillies.

Closeup of apocalypse boyfriends (also to the person who said they love my s5 Jon's fancy white girl updo: I think about that every day)

[dekariosclan]

Gale, speaking loudly, clearly, and with conviction: Only a FOOLISHLY MISGUIDED MAN would put his ambitions BEFORE his heart! *turns to Tav, tenderly frames their face in his hands and gazes adoringly into their eyes* My love. Upon every gossamer strand of the Weave itself, I swear to you: unlike Gortash, I would NEVER get so caught up in the minutia of death cult office politics that I would be too busy to kiss you. *pulls Tav in close, covers their lips with his. Kisses them deeply and with a simmering passion. Audibly moans.*

The entire Coronation audience at Wyrm’s Rock: …

Duke Ulder Ravengard: *holding the Coronation sword over Gortash, lowering it uncertainly* …is it true, sir? *leans in, whispers* You really can’t clear five minutes out of your schedule to kiss?

Gortash:

WHO KEEPS SPREADING THESE LIES

[pupcha]

guess who 😈

and I have this art with beta—

I also have a lot of sketches that I hope to finish in the near future (don't pay attention to the fact that there're a lot of Howdy here....)

(hum)beta!Wally (eechy pspsps 🫴)

I don't know what else to show you, so I'll show you (the old ones) art for my mutual :]

Margo for @//thelone-copper ; (I don't know his name 😔🥄🥄🥄) for @//dxkjf

[kenjakusbraincum]

Heey, I LOVE your writings on soft sukuna, you write so beautifully🩷 please can you do one where he is jealous (fluff)😭🩷

Thank you sm for the kind words!!! Here's my best attempt at doing your idea justice <3

Sukuna has no real reason to be jealous. He practically owns you, controls every aspect of your life, who or what could he possibly be jealous of? Every servant who dared approach you in an inappropriate way would be dealt with swiftly. And you're a good pet, who has eyes for no one other than your master. You really don't give him a reason.

But there's this one thing... Since you've been so good and obedient, Sukuna has allowed you many liberties. You're permitted to skip around the mansion, watch Uraume cook, even enjoy little hobbies. You've tried many before you found that crocheting particularly piqued your interest. Ever since you've learned the basics, you've been spending hours working on perfecting your skills. At first it was cute, watching you squint in concentration as you move the hook. But then the math became really simple - having this hobby to keep you busy meant you approached Sukuna out of boredom a lot less. And he noticed it. It irked him, but you're not technically doing anything wrong. You were still as happy to serve him as ever, he just had to ask. But why would he have to ask? You should be all over him on your own. He should have to push you away, not beg you to give him attention. He didn't like this disturbance in your master and pet balance that this little hobby of yours caused.

He stands at the door now. You're crocheting again. You and your favorite servant laugh at your failed creation so sweetly, you don't even notice he's waiting. He clicks his tongue to establish his presence, and your servant falls to her knees immediately. You however, are not held to that high of a standard anymore.

"Master!", you call him, and hop up to greet him with a deep bow. Before he can say anything, you've picked up the piece of fabric you've been working on and ran into his arms to show him.

He looks at the ugly form and scoffs. "This is what I'm sponsoring?", he says and pulls a loose piece of yarn, making your little creation fall apart. He always was a bully, but you note his bad mood.

"I'm only a beginner...", you sulk.

"That much is obvious.", he flicks the yarn away and it falls onto the floor. Before you can bend to pick it up, he seizes your wrist and pulls you back. "Aren't you a little young to waste time with hobbies for the elderly?", he asks. You look at him with your cutest, practiced doe eyes, but it doesn't work.

"Come, pet. I know an activity more suitable for your age.", he says when you don't respond, and steps out of the room. You hop after him, unaffected by his condescending comments. You know that they're just for show. If he really thought you were a hag, you would've been gone a long time ago.

"Sitting at your throne all day?", you tease innocently and join him at his side, sliding your arm underneath one of his. You hope your playfulness will distract him from whatever is bothering him. "Or in a bath?" His lower set of eyes peeks at you and smirks, noticing that you're feeling particularly daring today. He's not sure how he feels about that. "Or in your bed." He rolls his eyes gently and opens the door to his chambers.

"At least then you'd be serving your purpose and actually spending time with your master.", he comments and shuts the door. His comment catches you a bit off guard and you stop in front of his bed. He makes his way towards you, and you look up at him with an insulted expression.

"Master, are you jealous of a ball of yarn?", you ask playfully, and squeal when he suddenly pushes you down to sit on the bed. Now you're at eye level... with his crotch.

"You've got quite a big mouth today. Put it to good use for a change, will you?", he runs his hand from the crown of your head to the back of your neck. You seem to have struck a nerve, so it really is the ball of yarn. Is it possible that Sukuna is this clingy?

"Will you?", he repeats and tugs on your hair and narrows his eyes. You smile obediently and reach behind him to untie his obi.

"Yes Master."

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You try your best to manage the time you spend crocheting from then on, working on productivity in the hours that you dedicate to developing this skill. And it helps that you have a specific goal in mind now: helping Sukuna realize that this hobby is a friend, not an enemy. He still catches you engaging in it sometimes, and gives you a dirty look, but you're as quick as ever to drop what you're doing and join him. That seems to satisfy him.

When you're finally happy with the result of your creation, you look for Sukuna around the mansion. It's not really that hard to find him, as he frequents three places most of all: the dining room, his bedroom and his throne room. This time, he's sitting on his throne, and a small line of people wait for their turn to be gifted his attention. You on the other hand, don't have to wait in line to get it. His lower set of eyes spots you the moment you enter the chamber. You're allowed to roam the mansion, but barging in unannounced is not standard even for you.

Still, Sukuna has learned that you usually only feel daring enough to cross boundaries when you're sure he'll like what you have in mind. So for now, he will let this slide. He's bored as hell anyways. The people are dismissed and you pass by them on your way to his throne, nestled on a pile of bones. You stop in front of it and greet him with a bow.

"Master, I come to you with a humble offering.", you say with your hands on your thighs and your eyes fixated on the ground.

"Show me.", he says simply, but you recognize entertainment in his voice. You climb up the bones and feel his stare scan you from head to toe, before you sit on his knee.

"May I ask you to close your eyes?", you ask and flutter your lashes. Oh the way you seduce him. Who else could ask Sukuna to do something as dangerous as close his eyes? Give his opponent valuable time to land an attack. Who else could dare? And who else would he ever listen to and really close his eyes? Really do as he's told? Oh how safe he feels with you.

You take one of his large hands into yours, and gently pry his long fingers away to open his palm. He has beautiful hands. The only ones you've ever known, but you're sure they're the most beautiful hands in the world. So dangerous, so elegant. You want to press a kiss to his palm, but you hope your gift will have the same, maybe even more profound effect.

Something soft touches his skin, and then you speak, as politely as before. "You may look.", in your softest voice. And when he opens his eyes, he finds himself looking at you first. You're an offering on your own.

Then he looks at his hand. Two crocheted plush figures resembling him and yourself lay flat on his palm, connected through their holding hands. At first glance, it looks like they're two separate creations. In a sense, they are, but... He tries to part them.

"We're sewn together.", you explain. He hums in amusement and inspects your gift more closely. His plush is bigger, recognizable by the pink hair and four buttons for eyes. It's even wearing his favorite kimono. Yours is smaller and less detailed. You look like any other human when placed next to him, insignificant. But in a sea of pets, entertainers and lovers he's had in the past, he would never fail to recognize it as you.

He's spent so long looking at it with that face of his that you just can't read. You're starting to grow restless in his lap, and he feels your eyes dwell into his soul. When he looks back at you with one pair of eyes, your brows are furrowed in worry and you're fiddling your hands in your lap. He pats you on the head and pulls you closer, so you have no choice but to lean on his frame.

"It's beautiful, darling.", his fingers run through your hair, scraping your scalp softly. "No loose threads either.", he looks at you with all four eyes now, and you feel so small in his arms. You're not used to receiving this many compliments from Sukuna at once. Not ones that weren't directed at your body or performance. Especially not when he's looking at you so tenderly, when every word sounds so loving and genuine. "You've improved so much.", his hand is on your face now, and you catch him glancing at your lips. You part them to start thanking him, but you already know how much he hates listening to that.

You stay quiet instead, and lean closer, letting him take you. And he kisses you so softly, fingertips light against your heated skin. You feel like you're floating, like a lily pad in a warm pond. The littlest gesture of his affection has you melting in his embrace. The power he has over you... and how wonderful it is to surrender yourself to it.

None of the liberties and privileges you've been awarded with compare to this. You know that many pets have walked these halls before you. Many warmed his bed and claimed the title of his favorite. But how many loved him like this? Enough to dedicate time of their day to making intricate gifts. How many could say Sukuna kissed them lovingly, for no other reason than to show gratitude and affection?

You're flushed completely red by the time his lips leave yours. You can't hold the intensity of his gaze, as he stares at you in adoration. "I'm happ.. I'm glad you l-like it...", you stumble through the words and win a giggle out of him. You are just so cute. Like a pet should be. He rubs your head again and pushes you away lightly.

"Go now, the people await me.", he says with a benevolent smile gracing his face. "I'll see you tonight."

You bow to him and leave.

And when you visit him that night, he is as gentle as he was when he kissed you earlier, still in a good mood after your gift. Caressing your hair, shoulders and back, as you lay comfortably with your head on his chest. Keeping you warm in his embrace. You're trying your best to follow the conversation, but sleep is slowly taking over you. Sukuna notices and plants a kiss to your forehead, wishing you goodnight. The last thing you see before your eyes close, is your handcrafted plushies sitting on his nightstand.

[weepingalaxy]

these puppets got that autism in them!

bonus:

cmon home, you know you cant make those kinds of jokes... smh...