#but then if you have been posting your art for a while you look back at your old art and wonder why tf did you think that shit was-

[themandylion]

Hi, professional book typesetter/desktop publisher/graphic designer here! I've designed more than a few book covers for print publishing companies in my time and have a few tips/things to add.

Resolution. If you are making book covers for print (or, really, anything, for print), you're going to want your images to be high resolution. The go-to resolution for items like book covers is 300 dpi (dots per inch, sometimes called ppi—pixels per inch). Anything lower and you start to lose quality. (A lot of people are posting images at hella-high dpi as screen resolutions improve and they want their art to look good. This makes it so much easier for unsavory people to steal your art, slap it on a shirt, and have unsuspecting customers buy it without realizing it's super-duper stolen. So. Something to think about, maybe. :) )

Color Mode. Most people creating digital art for display on the web are doing it in RGB (red-green-blue) files. This is also, usually, the color mode for most digital cameras and thus the mode of any photos taken with them. It looks great on a screen because it's specifically how light mixes. If you're designing a cover for print, however, it's best to do it in CMYK (cyan-magenta-yellow-black), since those are how ink mixes. You can change this usually under something like... Image > Mode > CMYK; terms/location may vary from program to program. If you don't do this, when you print out your cover it is going to look dull and sad and not as bright and vibrant as what you designed in RGB.

Photopea.com is an amazing free in-browser graphics program that is very similar to Photoshop. A few of the tools are simpler/have to be approached at a different angle than Photoshop, but as someone who has been using paint programs for 35+ years and Photoshop for 25+ years, it's now my go-to when I don't want to boot up my old computer that has Photoshop installed. (I tried GIMP originally and while I didn't find it difficult to install, I found it a pain to work with and had to fight it every step of the way.)

In addition to those sites shared in the OP, a good place you to find free and Creative Commons images is Flickr. That link specifically goes to the advanced search page because you're going to want to mess with the Search filters—click that, scroll down and change Any license to Commercial use & mods allowed. A lot of U.S. government agencies (like FWS and NPS) have Flickr accounts where they post amazing photos. Any photo taken by a U.S. federal employee in the course of their duty is in public domain however this does not cover photos of people (you need photo releases for those).

When using Flickr to find images, it's always a good idea to check the description (especially if it's not a government account)—Flickr's default when you upload is to put all images under CC2.0 and that isn't always the intention of the photographer. :\ This is really important to keep in mind when using Wikimedia Commons (suggested by in the article linked in the OP) because some of the pictures on Wikimedia Commons were picked up from Flickr by a bot and the Flickr OP has since realized they originally posted with the wrong license and subsequently changed it. If you use Wikimedia Commons for CC pictures, always click back to the original source and double-check the license if it was picked up by a bot.

Too many writers are using generative 'AI' to make their book covers, so I've written a guide on how to make your own cover for free or cheap without turning to a machine.

If you can't afford to pay an artist, you CAN make your own!

I hope this is a helpful overview that covers the basics and points to some free resources.

[mxrtixnzwrld]

What's Wrong w/ Nanami?

Synopsis! you've working for Jujutsu Tokyo for a while now as Nanami's secretary and you're sick of how your schedule leaks into your personal life. you go to quit and nanami isn't havin' it.

Pairing! kento n. x fem. reader

Content. MDNI! office au, ceo. nanami, jealousy, 'work wife' usage, series, piv, proposal, petnames, gojo mention, higuruma mention, intern itadori + more

Word Count! 2.1k

Authors Note! this story is very loosely inspired by 'whats wrong with secretary kim' and it kinda gave cocky nanami so i decided to write my own little version of it as my first series of this page. i'll add tags as i post more chapters of the series but please let me know if you have any recommendations for the series.

You have been working for Mr. Nanami for a couple of years now and finally understood why he was so feared respected by his coworkers. You were hired as an assistant secretary and bound to replace his current secretary.

-

"He's not that bad once you work here long enough.." Shoko mumbled as she exhaled the deep breath of smoke from her cigarette.

"I'm not too worried about it, but what'd Miss Yuki get fired for?" You asked, looking at her as you took a bite of your lunch. Her eyes met yours as she chuckled.

"She had relations with President Gojo, and Nanami found out," Shoko answered for you to pause.

"As long as you keep your head down and do your job, you should be good-" Shoko continued before the door swung open to reveal Kiyotaka.

"I'm sorry to interrupt Miss (name); Nanami would like to see you in his office." He says, walking up to you and Shoko's table. The umbrella above you rustled with the small gusts of wind as you looked at Kiyotaka, annoyed.

"Can it wait a bit? I wanted to finish-"

Before you can get the sentence out, Nanami walks out the door with an irritated look on his face, coming straight towards you. Kiyotaka shrunk and silently snuck away as Nanami got to your table.

"Miss (name). You clearly didn't understand your job description if you are 4 minutes late to a meeting as important as this one." Nanami huffed as he stood before you and Shoko, who mirrored the same look of surprise.

"But sir, my scheduled break is-"

"I can move it back to later. Please pack your things and follow me; it wouldn't look good if I had to fire you your first couple months here for your incompetence." He stated in a calm, chilling tone, making you straighten up and throw your belongings in your bag before standing and waving back at Shoko as you followed Nanami to his meeting.

-

Now, in your years here, you have his schedule down to the letter. You come early to meetings, and he doesn't even have to ask you for daily documents. But the longer you work at Jujutsu Tokyo, the more you realize that your life revolves more and more around your CEO. All of which brings you to your current moment now.

"You're quitting?" Nanami asked as he looked at your resignation letter.

"Sadly, yes, Mr Nanami." You answer, bowing silently as he stares at you in disbelief. You had been the best secretary he's had in a while. Always on time: punctual, you had even stopped to do the little things like fix his suit and run and get his lunch no matter how big the order. All while staying on top of your work with your intern Yuuji Itadori.

"I don't see the issue, sir. You have Itadori to help you with your tasks and-"

"He isn't as experienced as you."

"Well, whip him into shape the same way you did me." You huff, maintaining your tone of respect, causing him to sigh and rest his head in his hand.

"Can you wait until after the company's art gallery opens?" He pinched his nose as his room filled with thick air.

"I suppose.. but after that, I must take my leave." You sigh as he looks up at you.

"Of course; you have until then to train Itadori to be your work clone." He says for your eye to twitch. Getting in your position with Nanami took years, and he expected you to do that all in 6 months?

"I will try my best, sir."

"Good."

You exited his office and softly closed the door before returning to your desk to text Shoko and the Marketing Manager Tsuki about what had just happened.

Nanami slouched in his office. He had just gotten used to you, and you just want to quit? You were the best candidate for the job, but something else pulled at him. You were completely right; he had Itadori, so why couldn't you leave?

He didn't want you to leave.

You were too important to the company.

Too important to him.

No! He sat up in his chair and sighed, focusing back on the pile of paperwork on his desk that seemed to pile up with upcoming events and meetings. Although well spaced out, it was all still so stressful.

His mind wandered and wandered before he reigned it back in. He couldn't think of you as anything more than an employee. An asset to his company... a big asset that he was going to lose if he didn't convince you to stay, and he would have to figure out how. And quick.

–

“Shoko, Mr Nanami would like to see you.” You walk up to the cubicles as eyes turn to you. Childish oo's went over the desks as she stood and chuckled.

“Did he say what for?” She asked for you to shrug with Itadori following you in toe. Ever since that meeting, you made sure to keep Itadori around at all times possible to make sure he got the most information about her job as he could.

You walked through the hallway with sounds of clicking from heels, shoes, and typing, filling the silence as you led Shoko to Nanami’s office, which was covered by a huge door. 

“Good luck, soldier.”

“Thanks, but I think I’m good.” Shoko chuckles as you knock on Nanami’s office door. He replies with a quiet ‘come in,’ causing you to open the door to see Nanami sitting at his desk writing, not even making eye contact with you. Shoko stepped through the door, and you swiftly closed it, sitting back at your desk.

“He seems real intense.” Itadori sighed as you nodded and opened your tabs on the two monitors on your desk to pull up Nanami’s schedule along with your emails.

“He is. That’s kind of the reason I’m leaving..” You sigh as you look at him.

“You seem so good at your job, though! And it seems to pay well.” He says, watching your screen as you go through emails, swiftly replying and occasionally sharing emails.

“The pay is good, but I heard Higuruma is hiring a new secretary for his law firm, and since Jujutsu Tokyo and his law firm are in good connections, I thought it’d be better to move over there.” You explain.

“Is your job hard? I’ve only been here for a month or two, but it doesn’t seem that busy.” Itadori asked. The two of you sit in silence as the sound of your computer fills the area. Nanami wasn't horrible to you when it came to your office. If it was empty, you could snack on something small before your lunch, and your desk was decorated and even had a humidifier that sat on the edge of your desk.

 “It’s not too hard, but it gets in the way… I haven’t been out anywhere in a while, and I don’t like using my PTO unless it’s an emergency. Especially since I’m so close to Mr. Nanami at all times, I usually just go to work and sleep because of his overtime. If he’s in a good mood, I can go home early, but my schedule doesn’t clear up at all.” You rant lowly to the younger man.

“Higuruma’s past secretaries have said that he’s not as bad when it comes to scheduling since his law firm isn’t as big as Jujutsu Tokyo overall.” 

“Do you think I could live up to that? The expectation, I mean.” Itadori asked before you rested a hand on his head. You ruffle his hair and smile at him comfortingly. The job was hard, but with encouragement, it was manageable. The only difference is that when you started, there was no encouragement unless it came from Kiyotaka or Shoko, and it took a while for one of them to even speak to you outside of regular work conditions.

“Of course, you could. If he selected you as an intern, then he sees enough potential for you to be his next secretary.” He smiled and lifted his arm to flex, pulling back his sleeve to show his muscle.

“For you; I’ll do my best!” His optimism always made you smile. It was so infectious. 

You chuckle and make small talk, asking him how he even ended up applying here to this dead-end job.

–

“You asked for me, Nanami?” Shoko asked for Nanami and looked up at her with tired eyes that could pierce someone's soul. He had stayed up the night before, making sure everything was perfect for the concept of an art show. Making sure his pitch and tone were perfect for the upcoming meeting.

“Jeez, you look stressed,” Shoko said with a lopsided smile as Nanami pushed up from his mahogany desk to stand tall. His suit perfectly highlighted his muscular body.

“You’re close with Ms.(name) correct?” He asked, ignoring the informality due to their high school years.

“Close enough.” 

“How would I stop her from quitting?” He asked for Shoko to pause. That was out of the ordinary for him. Nanami, to everyone else, was the type to fire someone at the drop of the hat. Even in scenarios where good secretaries left the company, he was never usually caught up on it and just hired another one. 

“Why, if I may ask, are you concerned about her quitting? Don’t you usually hire a new one?” She asked as Nanami walked around his desk and leaned on it so they could speak face to face. 

“Well… I’ve noticed before she resigned that she was already unmotivated, and she shows a good amount of talent that I haven’t seen in any of my past secretaries.” He explained, knowing that it was only half of the full truth. 

“Well, she doesn’t get out much. She probably feels the way you do since you two basically have the same schedule.” She sighs for Nanami to respond with a pinch of his nose along with a frustrated sigh. 

His office sat silent as the two talked. He knew that he was stressed, but she didn’t do much when they were in the office together. At the most, she fetched paperwork missing from his pile and made sure to inform him of any meetings that were added last minute to his schedule.

“So, give her more days off? She could’ve asked for that any time before that.” He huffed.

“The last time she did, you had an attitude about it, so I guess she decided not to do it after that.” 

“So what should I do?” He asked again

“Well, you can try being more lenient with her. Try to be more nice. Like if I didn’t know you, I would have thought that you’re a no-shit CEO who won’t tolerate any mistake.” She sighed.

“Hmm, I think I came up with something. Thank you for your information, Shoko, please make sure to give Ms.(name) her documents before the end of the work day; I’d rather not have her stay longer than she usually does.” He nods as she nods back. She leaves with a bow, being met with you and Itadori giggling at your desk as the two talk amongst eachother. 

“Ok! Ok! I’ll organize the files the way you showed me.” He laughed as you put him in a playful headlock. 

“What are you two doing?” Shoko asked, getting a gasp from you before you moved away from Itadori.

“Shoko! You scared me!” You say, straightening up in your chair.

“Ms.(name) was just showing me where each file goes, but there are so many I lost track,” Itadori replied.

“Well, you two should tighten up. Nanami seems irritated.” Shoko said for you to nod. She walked back to her cubicle before Nanami came out moments after.

“Itadori, are you good with notes?” He asked Itadori for the boy to scramble to his feet and enthusiastically nodded.

“Good. Ms.(name) take the rest of the day off. I will teach Itadori anything he needs to learn while you are off.” He says calmly, for you and Itadori to look at eachother as if the sky started falling.

“D-Did I do something wrong, Mr.Nanami?” You asked him to shake his head in response.

“Of course not, Ms.(name). You have seemed stressed as of late, so I would like you to take a day off to recuperate; take some time for yourself.” He said for you to look up at him amazed without a sound.

“Wait, Ms.(name)! Before you go, can we exchange numbers, just in case?” Itadori asked for you to smile and hand him your phone. After you exchange numbers, you begin to pack your bag to leave.

What's going on with him?

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[justastraymoa]

Yet Unnamed

Chapter 9

Masterlist

Nothing within reflects anyone or anything irl. Pics off pinterest.

Warnings for Yet Unnamed: Kidnapping, cuffs, injuries, drugging by injection, mentions of needles, lots of swearing, kissing, fluff, angst, idiots in love all around.

Being unknown still had its perks. You easily just got yourself a Uber and rode up to JYPE with no fuss. Better enjoy it while you can, it would all change very soon.

In the company you had your own offices. There were several people doing this job before, and they managed other groups as well. But you would just be working with SKZ.

Even so, you had a total of 4 rooms set aside for your work, all with the necessary stuff to do your job. Some had desks and computers, and some were wet up for interviews and videos. There were even several places with different backdrops for TikTok's and shorts in a couple of rooms. Literally, everything you could need on short notice.

The main office was where you set up shop, from this room you could see the other rooms and the main common area you had around the circle of rooms. There were couches and chairs there with side tables and rugs. It looked like a living room, really.

As the data from the reaction video uploaded to your cloud drive your phone dinged and you pulled it out.

You sigh heavily. Chan didn't realize how much you leaned on them already. You weren't used to this life and all it entailed. And you weren't used to depending on other people. You have never been the damsel in distress kind of person.

You want to work hard and be worthy of being a part of this soul group. You have no talent in singing, dancing, or modeling. You have your expertise in social media and keeping an audience engaged and waiting for the next post with artful teasing.

And that is how you can contribute to this group of amazingly talented people who are known and loved worldwide. You damn well were going to do it to the best of your ability. And you weren't going to let your work stress out the boys in any way.

It really was exactly what you needed to hear. It was perfect and it almost made you want to start crying, but that could also be because you were so stressed and tired right now. His words and confidence in you was inspiring.

You decided to keep the meetings. It really wouldn't hurt to see how the others do this job. And you would be working with them on any inter agency collabs like dance challenges and stuff. Being friendly with them could only help.

In between the meetings, you worked on both YouTube videos. You were down to the wire. It needed to be polished, double-checked, polished again, then uploaded to the video que on YouTube and all before the deadline quickly drawing nearer. You hadn't even gotten to the first polishing yet.

Minnie was correct, if overly dramatic. You hadn't snacked or eaten today besides the apple for breakfast. To be honest, you didn't feel much like dinner either, so you were planning on skipping that as well. You had too much to do and were too stressed about it. So, you read the messages but didn't respond. You still had more to do on the video before you could go home and finally, finally, get some sleep.

Smiling through a massive yawn you send a goodnight and set your phone aside. Your tired eyes going back to your computer screen. You only had a bit more to go but it was already past ten at night.

When the video was finally uploaded, queued, and ready to go, it was 20 to 3 in the morning. You were tempted to sleep on the cushy couch you had been glancing at for the last several hours, but you didn't want to worry the boys by not coming home. Plus, you wouldn't get to say goodbye before Ayen, Lino, and Bin left for several days.

So, yet another Uber took you home. The city was still lit up even at 3am. There were people and cars still out and about doing whatever it is they were doing. The city was still awake, never truly sleeping.

As the driver put on some soft jazz to fill the silence you let the lights flashing by blur together and lull you to a nice zone right before falling asleep.

The apartment was quiet when you walked in. They were thoughtful enough to leave the hall light on for you so you could see. You made your way to your bedroom as quietly as you could, turning the light off as you went.

You were only partially surprised to find Chan curled up in your bed, phone still loosely in his hand from falling asleep while using it. You guessed he had tried staying up to wait for you, even though he needed to sleep more.

You dug out an extra charger you had and plugged his phone in so it wouldn't be dead in the morning, setting it on the bedside table on his side of the bed. He didn't so much as stir as you changed and climbed into bed. You even snuggled up to him and laid your head on his chest. Knowing how poor his sleep was, you were glad he was out so hard. You, yourself was out in a matter of seconds.

A horrible blaring alarm shot you out of your peaceful, short, slumber far too soon.

"M s'm larm." Chan mumbled without opening his eyes. He didn't even move to turn the alarm off.

Rolling your eyes, you reached across him to turn off the alarm yourself, unwilling to listen to the awful noise longer than you had to. As you did, you caught sight of the time. Time for you to get up anyway.

"Time to get up, babe." You yawned. The couple hours of rest you were able to get felt more like a nap, but it was good enough for now.

"Mm. What time you get home?" He asked reaching over to pat at me where he could reach.

You flipped the blankets off both of you, letting the harsh cold air help wake you up. "A little before 4."

At this he finally opened his eyes to look you over. "Go back to sleep then."

"No. Bin, Lino, and Ayen are leaving soon. I want to say goodbye properly. And Hyune has his spread and commercial today." You stood, stretched, and headed to the bathroom for a shower.

Chan dozed some more while you showered and got dressed. He never even bothered to cover himself back up with a blanket.

You were contemplating shoving him off the bed when there was a knock on the door. "Come in." You invited.

Felix cracked the door open, then bounced in, picking you up. "You're here! I missed you!" He spun you around making you laugh out loud.

"I got back this morning. You had plenty of company last night, I'm sure."

Felix pouted and set you back on your feet carefully. You tugged at his protruding lip gently with a fond smile.

"The video comes out today. Everyone will know you." Chan finally sat up in bed, hair sticking up in all directions. There were lines on is face from where he was laying.

At his reminder your stomach twisted uncomfortably. "I'm already bracing myself." You reply.

Felix patted your hair. "They are going to love you."

You smiled at him, still unconvinced of your warm welcome from STAY. There would be a lot of hate. That was a given. And you weren't sure how you would take the negativity.

Bin nearly shoved food down your throat when he found out you hadn't eaten at all yesterday. You tried to tell him you were honestly just not hungry, but he didn't care. So, you ate, just for him.

"Promise you will eat while we are gone." He requested.

"The rest of us will be here to make sure, Bin." Chan assured him.

You scoff. "It was just a couple meals! It's not a big deal!"

"There is no good reason to not eat. Don't turn into these girls around here." Bin was passionate about his subject. It was touching. And also, sad.

You drape yourself over his back and kissed the side of his head. "I promise I will eat while you are gone."

Bin leaned back and tilted his head to look up at you. "Thank you. I just worry the company, and that disgusting man who we will not speak of, will try and convince you to do that extreme shit."

"Never. I may occasionally go a day or two without eating when I'm busy or stressed, but I'll never do one of those awful diets. I am happy with my weight."

Satisfied with your promise and declaration, he relaxed against you. You absently drummed a beat gently on his chest.

“This is going to be a nice day.” Chan mentioned as he scrolled through his phone.

“Wanna do some work in the atrium? Enjoy the weather?” Han suggested reaching for the pepper.

“I could meet you there. They have a very nice gazebo.” You perked up.

Bin reached back to offer you a bite of his bacon, which you took, humming as you chewed.

“Are you working from the company again?”

“Yeah. I need to start setting up for upcoming stuff. And we are scheduled to record shorts for TikTok and YouTube. Challenges for the new song.”

“Wanna meet for lunch too?” Chan asked, going back to his breakfast.

Before you could answer, Hyune blew through the room, giving everyone he could a peck. “Sorry, running behind.”

You looked at your phone, checking the time. “Don’t panic. You have plenty of time.”

“Not if there is traffic!”

You reached out and gently grabbed him as he rushed by, pulling him in to kiss him. “Don’t fluster yourself. If there is traffic, text me, and I'll let them know.”

Hyune sighed, giving in. “Fine. Are you coming by?”

“Yes, I’ll be there before shooting starts.”

Hyune smiled and kissed you again before leaning down and kissing Bins hair. “Safe trip, guys. Love you.”

There was a chorus of goodbyes and Hyune left, door closing softly behind him. He was much calmer now, not nearly as rushed.

The first thing on your list was seeing Ayen, Lino, and Bin off. They would be gone for several days. “Stay safe. Make sure to call. I’ll be on video call for the interviews.” You gave each of them a hug and kiss as you spoke.

“Don’t stress yourself. This is a lot for one person to do.” Lino warned.

You smiled. It’s true. Your days were full from start to finish, but you could handle it so far. You were very good at multitasking. And you made sure to always have moments – however short – of non-work. Either time with yourself or with your soul mates. Just something that wasn’t working.

Though finding someone to help was on your list, when you felt like you could let go of the reins a bit. When you were more secure in your position here. Right now, you still felt like you had something to prove, and you didn’t think you could bring yourself to trust someone else to help you with that.

“Don’t worry, babe. I’ll find time to relax. Promise.”

Once they were off, you headed right over to Hyune to oversee the photoshoot and commercial. It would be the first big-time commercial and magazine spread photoshoot you would be a part of. Before this, it was usually small businesses you oversaw. This would be new, and you were kind of excited about it.

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[cleolinda]

Weekend links, February 9, 2025

My posts

I’ve been working on a Silent Hill 2 remake commentary (in tandem with @idoherty451) as I slowly play a practice run through the game. As I keep saying, but in case you haven’t heard: I have never played a video game before. I started out stuck in the parking lot begging James to pick up the map, but now I have video of my skill-and-strategy practice with Pyramid Head. If you’re familiar with the game, I have currently just finished playing Toluca Prison in the dark, because I am a brave little toaster, and I am now moving into the Labyrinth. 

(I post things on Patreon first, if you’d like to be on the mailing list for things like that and also Weekend Links, but any gameplay video will be public for copyright reasons.)

Why I'm defiantly focusing on a video game instead of current events.

Also, I have been sick and very mad about it, but my throat is recovering now.

This is a bit of a mega-linkspam because it’s been a very long time since I’ve been well enough to do regular posts (my herniated disc is doing better now, thank you), and we’ve got a good 4-5 weeks of material in 2025 alone. 

Reblogs of interest

I’m still reeling from David Lynch’s passing.

New images of Neptune's rings

Five Things Your Character Can’t Do While Speaking

“This hot anime sword boy is 60 years old. He has a wife and kids. He is licensed to practice law in the state of Illinois.”

Happy birthday to Edgar Allan Poe and Dolly Parton!

A doll-sized quilt show

Jacksepticeye has returned to Tumblr

I like to think that Death could not take Christopher Lee; he could only ask nicely

"Meanwhile Belogarth the Registered PCA is chowing down on back pain"

Successful trans men

New Stabby the Roomba lore dropped

The Juki Deathmetal Ultrafuck

Hobbes as a real tiger

Foxes, graded

Animals on a video conference

It fucken sumny

Video

Needle-felted stop-motion animation

THERE ARE TWO CHOCOLATE GUYS 

“We’ve all decided he’s more of a Greg”

Anxiety Sea Lion

The encouraging art of circles

A daytime Afrovictorian ensemble

Demonstrating the rope dart

Happy National Milk Day to all who celebrate

The sacred texts

“Sometimes people use ‘respect’ to mean ‘treating someone like a person’ and sometimes they use ‘respect’ to mean ‘treating someone like an authority’”

What if it... was for puppies

happy 10 years of spiders georg

*slaps roof of Tumblr* This baby can fit so many rare vintages

Tay’lor Spiff

Personal tags of the week

Since we have a lot to catch up on:

I try to only post positive or actionable things on us politics

Really leaning into cats

Lots of good stuff in fashion

Always worth a look at art

We all could use some beneficent chain posts

And finally, Pallas cats on manul monday

[batmanfruitloops]

update and whatnot

I've already mentioned I'm back in school, but I just wanted to mention some more specifics about that and how it'll affect my contributions to this blog. This semester I'll be starting my animation program. So I'll be doing major-focused classes until I graduate. I knew going in that animation is very time and energy-consuming work. So I just want to be clear that I'm not going to have a lot of time or energy for things outside of school. I'm unfortunately still also dealing with health issues but as always I'm still trying to work it out and get the help and treatment I need.

When I was off school for fall I mentioned wanting to get out consistent updates to the comics, and I'm very sorry I couldn't do that. I still want to make consistent updates. I was just in over my head and I still don't know what I'm doing. All I want to do is spend my time making art but so much has been going on in my life and I'm very frustrated I can't just do the things I want to do for one reason or another. I'll try my best to continue working on this blog because I'm very passionate about it and it makes me very happy. I'm just not sure what that's going to look like going forward.

Animation is my dream job, so I'm going to have to prioritize school more but if I'm lucky I can combine work for school and for this au and hopefully make something even better for me to share with you! Even if that doesn't happen, I'll have learned and grown to make my art better. I also have access to better programs and I can make more animations for this au, which I'm very excited about! I didn't script the comics ahead of time and did them as I went, but I plan on writing ahead as much as I can when I have time so when I'm out of school for breaks or summer I can just work on the pages and hopefully update consistently like I wanted to in the first place. The updates themselves will also likely be shorter instead of the 7-9 4-panel strips I do at a time. The updates themselves will be shorter but they'll be posted more consistently. So hopefully for all of summer, maybe once a week or every other week you'll get a part of the comic. My classes mimic working in a studio so not only will I learn technical and aesthetic things I'll also learn work ethic and I can gauge a lot better how much I can handle. I think that will be very beneficial for me.

As for while I'm in school, I'm likely going to be pretty quiet on here. I'll do my best to at least answer ask. There are a lot of bigger ask that I still haven't answered and it's stressing me out, and I'm very sorry that I'm not answering all in a timely manner. If your ask hasn't been answered yet, please do not think we are ignoring you! I promise we are not! Since I know I'm going to be very busy I'll answer ask that need more attention, there's a few that need comics and there are a few I'd like to do some animation for. Unless it's something very simple then I might answer that one quicker. I'm going to try to be a bit more organized. It's not likely I'll have time for any other art related to the au, unless by some miracle I have extra time and energy.

Lastly, I would really like to be more involved and more active here. I would love to interact with you guys more and make more mutuals and friends. I see all your art and I love it all, I just haven't had the time to interact with it. This fandom is so lovely and has been so kind to us and I really appreciate that. From the bottom of my heart thank you for being here at all! Thank you for sharing your love! When I have time not only do I want to work on this story but I want to do more fun interactive stuff with the blog and get to know some of you better. I really want to build the community aspect more.

Even though I'll be busy, I'm still easily reachable. I'm happy to talk with y'all and my DMs are open if you want to shoot a message and like, show me your pets or something. I'm a shy person but I'm not opposed to interacting with any of you. You have all been very kind and respectful and I trust that you already know the rules and boundaries you and I should have on the internet. My main is @fluffysnowball13 and if you want I can shoot my discord. I'm going to continue to do my best to be a part of this community regardless of my schedule or health because it brings me a lot of joy.

I'm sorry this was so long, thank you to everyone who reads this. Thank you all once again! I'll be here for as long as I can!

-Fluffy

[kenziebluex]

The Broken Heart That Makes Us

Posted so you guys have something to read while your family watches the Super Bowl... Happy Sunday!

Story Description: 

Your arranged marriage is on its last legs. After making an agreement with your step son, Megumi, you are puzzled when you are faced with finally making a decision.

Your whole life so far has been planned for you, leading you to struggle with the idea of moving on and finding something stable…someone stable.  

Will you finally be able to let go of the life that was made for you? Will there be others out there willing to pick up the pieces?

(18+) Pairings: Toji, Gojo, Geto, Nanami, & Choso.

Read on ao3: TBHTMU

Chapter 7:

Saturday mornings were reserved for Megumi’s weekend training. Usually, you would use that time to run errands such as grocery shopping, going to the dry cleaners and then maybe grabbing a sweet treat for the both of you when you go to pick him up. Today, you decided to try a new bakery around the corner from the dojo because they were introducing a new spin on Megumi’s favorite pudding. 

You arrived back to the dojo earlier than usual with pudding in tow. You wore a tracksuit and sunglasses to hide the puffiness in your eyes. You were always in awe when you snuck a peek into their practices. Watching Megumi practice hard and listen diligently always made you proud. Luckily, Gojo hasn’t noticed your presence yet as he was too busy teaching. But today, the other instructors were there. 

On the far left of the dojo, you saw the tall blonde man you run into occasionally on weekend trainings.

Kento Nanami 

You think that was his name. A stern man not of many words and yet, why do you have the desire to study him? He was a mystery and always lingered in the back of your mind since you first saw him at the cafe. His back was facing you, but it wasn’t hard to pick him out in a crowd. He’s hard to forget. He was gorgeous and masculine. Broad shoulders and a bulky form, evidence of his extensive training in martial arts. Gojo often teased him so you scarcely heard him speak. A deep voice that only spoke clean cut sentences that highlighted his earnest disposition. Delicate blonde hair that looks like it was kissed by the summer sun and cheek bones that provided the perfect definition to his face. 

You craved for his back to turn to look at you. You wanted his discerning eyes to probe you…to undress you? 

Now you’re getting out of hand…

You turned back to Gojo’s students and they were in the middle of a bow. That meant class was over. 

As the other students gathered their stuff and brushed past you to catch their rides. You stepped out to the tatami mat to meet Megumi who was in the middle of an intense conversation with Gojo. He took a double take to notice you arrived and gave Gojo a nod before hustling towards you.

“Good work!” You congratulated while handing him his pudding. His eyes lit up and a soft smile tugged on his lips. He looked back up to you.

“I’ll go get my stuff.” He jogged away to pack his work out bag. 

“Did you get my text?” A fluttering voice startled you out of thought. You looked up to see Gojo. His blue eyes somehow lacked its usual vibrancy and you could swear there were dark circles forming under his eyes. He clearly tried to hide it with his award winning smile but it was clear that he was up all night. Just like you. 

You adjusted your sunglasses to sit securely on your nose before responding. He watched you eagerly waiting for you to say something. You felt like you paused a little too long. Your head turned to once again follow Megumi who got caught up in conversation with some of the other students in Nanami’s class.

“Um…yeah. I did.” You heard Gojo shift his weight, likely out of nerves. He was probably worried that even then, you wouldn’t want to talk. Your head turned back up to him.

“I’m going to take Megumi home and fix him some lunch first. I’ll come by your place afterwards if that’s ok?” Your voice raised a little too high at the last part. But you could tell he was relieved. He fought the urge to pull you into a hug in front of all of his students and resorted to scratching the back of his head awkwardly.

A long sigh fell from his lips.

“Good…that’s great. Thank goodness.” He murmured to himself. Megumi took his place by your side and you two started heading towards the exit. You turned back to see if Gojo was still watching you go but he had already gone to converse with another instructor who was about to start the next session. However, there were still a pair of eyes that watched you leave. 

For a brief second, you could have sworn that Nanami had his eyes on you. His intense and focused look seemed to have been glued to your form. But he must have been looking past you, right? You concluded that you were being too self-conscious and broke eye contact. 

But your heart never forgot his gaze.

___________

The drive to Gojo’s house was painful. The swell in your eyes calmed a bit more since earlier but you still think you look worse than usual. After all, you were forced to revisit the emotions of last night and face the actions that followed after. You were reckless because you thought you no longer had anything to lose. But you realize that depending on how everything unfolds, it could also affect Megumi. You thought about this even before starting a relationship with Gojo which is one of the reasons you tried not to get too close.

But you became selfish, wanting to be with Gojo trumped the consequences. You were lucky that it doesn’t seem like what happens between you two affects your son. However, a lot of that has to do with Gojo loving your son just as much as you do. You both want him to succeed regardless of what’s going on in your own lives. 

The sun was setting by the time you made it to Gojo’s penthouse. You abandoned your tracksuit and sunglasses for blue boyfriend jeans, a pearl blue spaghetti strap bodysuit with a small fake diamond necklace and tennis shoes. The doorman who typically let you in tipped his hat towards you as you made your way to the elevator. You tried to push away the anxiety crawling up your spine making way for an open mind. 

‘This is what you’ve been craving right? For him to open up?’ You thought to yourself; yeah, but not at the risk of him breaking up with you. All instances where you tried to talk to your ex after a breakup ended horribly but you thought to yourself. ‘Gojo is different from them’. You released a deep breath to expel your negative thoughts as you rang his doorbell. 

The door opened to Gojo wearing a kiss the chef apron on top of an off-white long sleeve sweater and gray sweatpants. His eyes wore initial shock but then softened tenderly the longer he searched you. 

“Satoru…” You breathed. Gojo’s hands traveled up your cheeks and he pulled you into a deep kiss. You froze, puzzled at this development as Gojo’s tongue tasted your lips. You melted into the kiss, allowing him entry and curled your arms around his neck and hooked your fingers in his freshly shampooed white locks. You two were making out in his doorway and you weren’t sure if the ‘talk’ he planned had much talking after all. 

“Satoru. I turned down the stove fire for you.” A voice interrupted you back into reality. Gojo slowly broke the kiss and placed his hands at your biceps to unlatch your arms. He took your hand and pulled you inside. 

Your tender moment was replaced with horror. 

“Thanks, Suguru!” 

Your jaw clenched and eyes grew wide. You swore your lungs locked because you felt like you couldn’t breathe. Sweat beaded your forehead while staring at the man. Long black hair, mischievous and yet seductive feline eyes that soon found yours and your body spasmed. However, he simply…smiled?

Gojo gripped you with warm hands on both shoulders to swing you in front of him. 

“Y/n. Don’t be shy~. This is Suguru Geto.” Gojo bellowed. Geto took a bow and took your hand. He kissed it while retaining eye contact with you.

“Nice to see you again. Y/n.” His words dripped like honey but his eyes sent a shiver down your spine. The look that only he dared to give you.

Disgust

You can’t blame him. As far as he’s concerned, you just had sex with him and then he caught you making out with his friend the day afterwards. But there was something that didn’t entirely click for you. 

“Not fair. You two already know each other?” Gojo pouted while leaning down to rest a lazy chin on your head. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and chest, pulling you into his embrace. Geto let go of your hand and shoved his into his black jogger pockets. His disgusted expression turned into a pleasant one when he addressed Gojo again. All of the sudden, panic and worry started clawing at your skin. 

‘He wouldn’t say anything here. Would he? I mean technically I was broken up with so it’s not cheating.’ You rationalized with yourself. It calmed you down a bit but it was still a conversation you wanted to avoid anyway. 

‘Technically, I’m still broken up with.’ A small pout grew on your face. Although Gojo still acted like nothing has changed, his phone call last night changed everything.

“Well, you found out that I’m producing a drama in the neighborhood. I know I should have reached out but to be honest, I wasn’t sure if you were ready to talk to me. But when you ended up calling me first yesterday, our first conversation after all this time was… pretty hard wasn’t it?” Geto mentioned before continuing. You felt Gojo tense and your eyes darted down in deep thought. 

Geto swatted his hand and shrugged his shoulders.

“Long story short, that night we had a meet and greet  and she seemed to be a fan I recognized.” Geto threw a knowing glance in your direction and you laughed nervously. 

“That reminds me. I think you left out without getting an autograph. I have some pre-signed ones in my bag in the guestroom if you want. Follow me.” Geto motioned and you hesitantly broke away from Gojo’s grasp. Gojo started following behind.

“Sa.To.Ru. Aren’t you cooking?” Geto reprimanded and Gojo jumped back.

“Fuck! My enchiladas!” He dashed to the kitchen before the smoke alarms went off. Once Gojo was gone, Geto made another reassuring glimpse towards you, clearly he sent Gojo away in order to speak with you alone. He turned his back and stalked towards the back guestroom. You followed him. 

________

“So. Are you staying here?” You ask while Geto hikes to the other side of the guest bed to pull his travel bag from under it. The sound of him tugging the zipper open echoed across the room.

“When he found out I was in town, he told me it would be a waste to stay in multiple hotels for months at a time when he has guest rooms.” Geto answered calmly, fumbling through his binder of flyers and work paraphernalia. He searched for signed posters of each actor, pulled it out one by one to lay on the bed, and continued to flip through to find more. 

“H-How do you two know each other?” You twiddle your fingers in front of you, eyes not leaving the freshly vacuumed floors.

He snapped the binder closed.

“Aren’t you getting too full of yourself? Interrogating me like this. Shouldn’t you be begging me for mercy to keep your little secret?” His eyes narrowed. Your fists balled as you marched towards him, furiously. You held up an accusatory finger towards him. 

“You are not making me the bad guy in all of this. He broke up with me as far as I was concerned. So even if you say something, it wouldn’t be my fault!” You argued quietly, mindful that Gojo was still nearby. Geto’s face remained unphased for a moment but then a wicked smile grew on his face.

He placed a hand on your shoulder and leaned down where his lips hovered over your ear.

“Then let’s go tell him together, shall we?” He hummed. You couldn’t tell whether he was joking or being serious but you were frightened all the same. You violently pushed him back but he barely even stumbled.

“Ah my poor dear friend. His girlfriend is a liar and a slut.” He advanced towards the doorway with a stack of signed posters in tow. You took in an offended gasp.

“You watch your mouth.” You hissed and a low chuckle rumbled from his chest. He clawed the doorway trim.

“With that tone, I might assume you’d want to fuck me again.” He mocked before disappearing out of the room. 

He didn’t allow a word of rebuttal as you stood still, boiling with rage. 

___________

Gojo placed the hot pot of rice in the middle of the table next to the baked enchiladas. You couldn’t even look up from the plate in front of you while sitting at the long dining table. Gojo’s plate was at the head of the table to your left and Geto coincidentally sat right across from you. 

Gojo untied his apron and stuffed it in a kitchen drawer. Geto had already started eating.

“The bathroom…”Geto started and your eyes darted up towards him.

“Did you change the decor the last time I was here?” Geto smiled while scooping a serving spoonful of rice onto his plate. 

“I just changed the lighting really. It was bad for my eyes.” Gojo explained while taking a seat at the head of the table. 

You relaxed and reached towards the spatula to spoon some enchiladas to your plate. Gojo reached at the same time and your fingertips collided. Your lashes batted tip to Gojo and a humored smirk grew on his face. He tilted his head.

“Raise your plate. I’ll serve you.” Gojo ordered. A blush grew on your face as you lifted your plate next to the pan of enchiladas. He shuffled them one by one, each one hotter than the last. The smoke piping out of the dish.

Geto brought a glass of water to his lips.

“Don’t burn yourself. Your body might still be in pain.” Geto advised. Shocked at the implication, you dropped your plate onto the table and it broke in half, your enchiladas rolling onto the table in a cheesy mess.

“Oh my.. I’m saying, Satoru, didn't you have to go to the dojo yesterday?” Geto continued. You and Gojo remained shocked as the sound of the broken plate ricocheted around the dining room. You immediately stood up and attempted to clean up the broken pieces. You cut your finger and Gojo noticed, standing up to take a look. 

He wrapped his hand around your injured one and brought it up to his gaze. 

“It was just a meeting…” Gojo murmured to Geto while inspecting your finger. 

“Well, let me make myself useful.” Geto huffed, standing up to go to the kitchen to retrieve some paper towels. 

“I’m so sorry. I-.” Your voice cracked as you felt tears coming on. You feel like you’re being humiliated. Every single thing Geto says draws hives up your back. There was no way you were going to make it out of this dinner unscathed. You needed Gojo to let you know that you are his and nothing is going to change that. But right now everything is too up in the air. Too fragile. You feel like one wrong word could tear everything apart. Tears swelled in your eyes.

“A plate doesn’t have feelings.” Gojo sighed and slid his hand down to your wrist and pulled you with him into an upstairs bathroom. 

He fumbled through the medicine cabinet for the first aid kit and he wrapped a bandage around the small cut. The action was swift but tender which forced the tears in your eyes to fall. Your head fell into his chest as you sobbed quietly. 

“What even are we?**sniffle**Why am I here Satoru?” You cried into his chest. Satoru raised his hand as if he wanted to caress your head but he refrained and put his hand back down to his side. 

“You tell me that you want to talk and make things work and then kiss me as soon as I show up.**sniffle****sniffle** But why do I still feel so in the dark?” You sobbed while gripping his sweater with both hands. You felt ashamed and confused. You wanted clarity but you’re not even sure if you deserve it.

‘Will ‘us’ even work anymore?’  You thought to yourself. It was clear that Geto doesn’t intend to let it go and is forcing you to tread on thin ice in his presence. 

“I…wanted to be able to talk to you. When I saw you again, I couldn’t help myself. The reason you feel so in the dark is because I put you there…” Gojo admitted and you stopped crying to stare up at him before he continued.

“I’ve always been at war with what people want me to be and who I am. Ever since I was a child, I was the pride of the Gojo clan and was forced to live by their ways. That way, I’m guaranteed success in the international family business…” Gojo explained. He took you by the shoulders and sat you down on the hooded toilet seat and turned to lean against the sink counter right next to you. He stared down as he spoke. 

“The only avenue where I felt like I had control over my life was through martial arts. There, I could push myself on my own terms and with my own strength. Because I knew the results I would get would be because of my own hard work.” He spoke softly and his voice was filled with melancholy even though he seemed to be proud of it. His hands tightened around the edge of the counter.

“Suguru was next to me every step of the way when we started as sparring partners. In the beginning Suguru was much more experienced than me but somewhere down the line…I guess I became better than him.” Gojo then took a deep breath. 

“On the day of one of my tournaments I came out in a higher place than he did. It was the first competition where that happened and he was livid. Ha…” Gojo laughed weakly before crossing his arms.

“I’ve never been cursed out so much before that day. Not even by my own father…We lost contact with each other when…when my parents got into an accident. But…Suguru ignoring me was more painful than their deaths.” Gojo’s eyebrows tightened as his eyes only carried pain. You wanted to reach out to him but his gaze felt too far away.

“Even though he hated me, I still wanted him there. Even though I inherited all this fortune, all I wanted was my best friend…I wanted that avenue to happiness again. So I went back to the only thing I knew…and that was martial arts.” Gojo stood up straight.

“I’ve never been comfortable with being vulnerable around other people. All I ever was surrounded by were people who I couldn’t trust. So I figured, it would be easier if they couldn’t take me seriously. I can’t be taken advantage of if they think I’m a fool.” Gojo turns to you and kneels down to your level. 

“But…I wanted you to be one of the people I could trust. I could tell you were getting frustrated with me so I thought it would be better for you if I ended it. But…I didn’t like that either.” He took your hands and held your knuckles up to his lips.

“Tell me. Do puppy-dog eyes still work on you?” He batted his pale lashes to you. Bright blue eyes teeming with anticipation, and plush lips that brushed across your knuckles. 

A part of you was leaping for joy but the other part was paralyzed with despair. You understood more of his heart but for some reason, you don’t feel much closer to him. You relaxed your forehead on top of his and allowed your intertwined hands to fall into your lap. Your eyes fluttered closed, taking in his warmth. You took in a deep breath and then wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled him into a hug.

“Maybe we started this relationship thing a little too fast…The idea of feeling abandoned is something that hits too close to home for me. That’s not something I want to go through again. So for now…let’s go back to just dating.” You suggested. 

The weight of getting back into a relationship was off your shoulders but you left the door open for something new between you two to build. It’s exciting. Maybe eventually you two can finally take that next step. Although he tells you that you’re the one he wants to focus on, you don’t know when that’ll change. So you want room not only for him to be able to leave, but you too.

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[doodlingwren]

☝🤓 What if 🤨🤔! I was back 😨🤯 after some months 😞😤😲... ahahah jokes 🧐🤣😂... unless 😳👉👈

[whatthefuckisasweep]

more j&a doodles simply becoz they r silly

[lieutenantselnia]

Internet archive I love you❤️❤️❤️

[lohstandfound]

ignore this.

learning to shut up when i dont have anything new to say to the discussions my mutuals are having about the treatment of the female characters in this show and fandom

even though ive just gone ahead and rambled in the tags a bunch of bullshit

[shithowdy]

this is your periodic reminder that for all the artifacts and errors and "tells" one could possibly list, the only reliable way to actually determine if an image is ai generated is to investigate the source. it is becoming increasingly common for "fake classical paintings" to circulate around curative aesthetic blogs, and everyone should be using this as an opportunity to not only exercise their investigative skills but also appreciate art more in general. you're all checking out the artists you reblog, right? 🫣

so what are some signs to look for? let's use this very good example.

what a lovely late-impressionist piece blended with evocative leyendecker-esque themes! why haven't you ever heard of this artist before? surely tumblr would be all over an artist like this. who is justin brown?

your two options from here are to do a search for the name, or a reverse image search. i prefer reverse image searching, particularly when it comes to a common name like "justin brown". so what does that net?

Immediately, without looking at any text, something is wrong: it barely exists. an actual historical piece would turn up numerous results from websites individually discussing the piece, but no such discussions are taking place. Looking at the text, though, does show the source-- and at least in this case, the creator was honest about their medium.

But let's also look at the "exact matches", in case a source doesn't make itself apparent in the initial sidebar results like this.

This section will often tell you post dates of images, and here it can be seen that the very first iteration of the image was posted 15 days ago. It did not exist online prior to that.

Seeing how long an unsourced image has been floating around is a skill applicable to more than just generative images! See a cool image of an artifact or other intriguing item with a vivid caption? Reverse search it! If all the results are paired with that caption and only go back a few months, you might just have viral facebook spam.

Sometimes generative creators are dishonest about their medium and do not tag it like in the example, so that's when establishing "jpeg provenance" becomes important. While it can be a little trickier to determine if someone is using generative images and not admitting to it if they aren't trying to pass it off as a classic, something to consider is the age of their account and the frequency with which they post. Here are some account red flags:

-Did they only start posting art after 2022, or if they did before, did their style/skill level WILDLY change? Not gradual improvement-- I'm talking amateur graphite portraits straight into complex digital renders. Everyone starts somewhere, newness is not a red flag alone; it's newness combined with existing in a vacuum away from any community.

-Do they post fully-finished paintings several times a week? -Do many of these paintings seem iterative of a similar theme or subject matter ("three well-dressed young men face each other under shade and dappled sunlight")?

-Does their style change in inconsistent ways? An artist that can swap between painting like Drew Struzan and Hokusai should be pretty well known, right? Why is no one hyping this guy?!

-Do they have social media besides the source instagram? If so, what are they posting about? Are there any WIPs? Doodles? Interactions with other artists? Gallery dates? 3am self-doubt posts? Or is it all self-promo? Crypto? Seemingly nothing art-related at all for someone pushing out 3 weekly paintings?

Basically, if it's important to you to omit this stuff when you curate, please don't just smash reblog if the source doesn't seem to be the OP themselves. Seeking out sources was important even before this became an issue, now it is more than ever.

peace n love

[sysig]

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[ganondoodle]

im just gonna keep adding some wips on this post until i have all the parts together to make a whole story mechanics and explain in detail everything post using all these designs-

anyway, fake zelda with random armor set equipped

(WIP for "botw2" project)

perhaps we are getting somewhere with this ganondorf design after all ............. the patterns have been taking me forever and are far from done, i want to incorporate the colorful flower petal-ish design of the botw gerudo but still make him look different and more practical

[fushitoru]

back to the kittty, cause she's kinda pretty!

pairings ⸺ (SEPERATE) bf!sukuna x reader x toji, masseuse!nanami x reader, bully!suguru x reader, childhood best friend!choso x reader, best friend!gojo x reader

summary ⸺ jjk men as overused p0rn tropes! (part 2) inspired by this awesome post by the cool and super talented @/osamucide! pls check it out and the rest of his work :3

warnings ⸺ SMUT (mdni), sub!satoru supermacy, porn no plot, vaginal sex, doggy, fem reader, "sloppy seconds," pre-established consent for all, reader accidently eats an aphrosidiac for choso's, bullying in suguru's, oral (m and frecieving), fingering, semi-public humiliation, lowk pathetic toji, art by 3aem, nOT EDITED

a/n choso's is my favorite yet again i love a pathetic man that rails me into next tuesday <3

kinktober masterlist | general masterlist

KAMO CHOSO ⸺ MY HOT CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND ATE SOME WEIRD CHOCOLATE AND WANTS ME TO DICK HER DOWN!

Your best friend, Choso, was lounging on his couch, flipping through different movie options on Netflix while you were in the kitchen, bending and squinting through the different options. It’s a Friday night, and the both of you opted to stay in for movie night.

“Choso!” You complained, huffing while putting your hands on your hips to shout at him in the living room. “Why do you only have fuckin protein shakes and raw chicken in your fridge?”

All you get is a noncommittal shrug while he pauses on the preview for some shonen anime. “There should be some chocolate.”

Gasping in excitement, you go back to rummaging through his fridge like a raccoon and there you find it—-a pink chocolate box titled “tabs.” Smiling to yourself in excitement, you don’t hesitate before popping on of the bars in your mouth, appreciating the cherry flavor while grabbing another one. With your mouth full, you ask, “Do you want one? These are sooo good, where'd you buy them?”

“Nah, I’m good. Just come over here, you’ve been taking too long.” He sends you a glare and motions for you to sit next to him, to which you set the chocolate back in the fridge and pad your way over to him. “I think Sukuna bought these off the internet and that they were kinda bougie.”

You look at him, slightly alarmed. “Isn’t he going to kill you?”

He looks over at you—a little softly, you note—and ruffles your hair, to your dismay. “It’s okay, I’ll buy it again for him. Gonna blame your big back ass for it being gone.”

“Die.” You stick your tongue out, crossing your arms while settling into his side. 

Choso noted that you were being a bit more cuddly than usual, touching him more as soon as you got onto the couch. He decides to ignore it. “Ok, we’re going with Spider-man, k?”

You nodded into his side—he could tell you were flushed by the way you had continued to grow warmer and warmer, with beads of sweat dotting your temple. He paid it no mind, choosing instead to click on the movie and watch it play.

You were heating up. 

You tried to ignore it, because you hadn’t felt feverish before or done anything in particular to cause you to be sick (your coffee and ramen diet had been fixed after midterms season after Choso got on your ass about it). But about 25 minutes into the movie, you couldn’t bear it anymore, your vision blurring at the edges as you mumbled, “‘ts too hot. Gonna take off my shirt.”

Choso, who had been focused on the movie, tensed and looked at you, eyes slightly widened. “Wh—” Before he could even get a word out, you stood up—eyes slightly unfocused—arching your back while grabbing the bottom hem of your t-shirt and peeling it off, causing Choso to gulp as you uncovered the swell of your breasts in your red lace bra. You went back to borrowing yourself on his side, the softness of your boobs pressing against his arm. 

Choso closed his eyes because there was nooo way he was popping a boner for his best friend. No way. As both of your eyes went back to the movie, Choso focused on reciting the Japanese National Anthem to distract himself from the soft breaths you were letting out near his ears—and the way they tickled them—as well as the rise and press of your chest against his arms as you heaved. 

You, on the other hand, did not feel relieved. At all. There was a stickiness in between your thighs that made you think your period had started, but it had ended a week ago. You were probably just ovulating. Cuddling into Choso further, you put your legs on either side of his torso, burying your face into his neck and taking a deep sniff. At this point, you ignore the movie as you tried the soothe the heat that was going through you.

“What are you doing?” Choso was ram–rod straight and turned to peer down at you incredulously while reciting in his brain, until the tiny pebbles, grow into massive boulders. 

You continued your whiffing—-he just smelled sooo good—and sobbed, “I don’t know, but it hurts.” At this point, the feeling between your thighs was unbearable. You started to subtly grind on the side of his torso, much to Choso’s surprise. “‘M sick, Cho, but I’ve been eating healthy! I promise!” you whined. “Except for the chocolate right now. It hurts!”

At that moment, he knew he fucked up.

These were the tabs chocolates Sukuna was buying for his girlfriend. The ones viral on social media for serving as aphrodisiacs.

“Fuck,” he groaned while you continued to rub yourself onto him, now fully moaning and sighing as you tried to chase relief.  “Fuck! I fucked up.”

“Choso,” you whined loudly, prompting him to leave his state of anguish to look at you worriedly. “I feel so empty.”

Choso snapped.

Bent over, face buried in a pillow on the couch, Choso rams into your creamy, wet pussy, the squelching sounds echoing across the empty apartment. Punctuating his words with a thrust, “is-” plap! “what-” plap! “you-” plap! “wanted?”

“Yes!” you squeal, body bouncing as his rough snaps of his hips jostled you around, “You’re making me feel so good, Cho!”

“Do you know how much of a tease you’ve been?” he growled, balls hitting your ass as he pulled a hand back to spank you, red handprint imprinting itself on your cheeks. He groans at the sight of him leaving his mark on you. “Gonna take my cum, right?”

FUSHIGURO TOJI AND SUKUNA RYOMEN ⸺ I GET MY BEST FRIEND’S SLOPPY SECONDS! (a/n lol im not gonna lie this is just me ovulating and wanting to be creampied by two men)

Whenever Toji was at Sukuna’s place, it was like you, his girlfriend, pretended he wasn’t there. Because why were you always dressed in the tiniest of shorts and a tank top that could barely even hold your tits in and keep them covered? Sometimes, Toji thought it was Sukuna’s play—dangling you in front of him like a piece of meat, reminding him what he couldn’t have. 

Sukuna and Toji did have a bit of a…competitive friendship—one of good nature, of course. Toji, nonchalant as he is, didn’t really care whether he lost or not in the little skirmishes they had, whether it be seeing who can lift the most at the gym or walk somewhere faster. But he’s definitely seen Sukuna eye his groin in a mental competition to see if he was bigger or not.

Safe to say, Sukuna relished in the win. In a sense, he was obsessed with the submission. Not that Toji could care. He didn’t care when he flaunted his girlfriend around, groping you in front of him just to make him feel jealous…right?

Because why was his dick hard, him all hot and bothered as he listens to your moans and the plap! plap! plap! and squelches of Sukuna’s dick drilling in you? You’re both in the room, and Toji’s in the living room, confused as to why the fuck Sukuna asked him to come over when you clearly had a dick appointment with him. 

“Mmm, Sukuna you’re making me feel so good!” You whine, and Toji curses, closing his eyes and cursing whatever god was out there to make him subject to such torture. In his gray sweatpants, his bulge is undeniable as he hears Sukuna pleasure you. 

Then, he hears Sukuna call out to him, jumping as the other man yells, “Yo, Toji. I know you’re out there, man. Come in!” He then laughs meanly, speeding up to silence whatever protests you were making. Toji curses once again and moves to open the door just for his eyes to widen at what he’s seeing.

There is an obscene amount of cum oozing from your hole, it looked battered and swollen from the abuse Sukuna has dealt to it. There are tears in your eyes, a pretty pout on your face as Sukuna continues to use you as your fucktoy. And Toji realizes that Sukuna is looking at him while his hips languidly gyrate into you.

 “‘kuna–” you sob, embarrassed and cheeks heating up even further as you felt Toji’s eyes rove over your form, utterly decimated by Sukuna.

But you’re interrupted out of any potential protests you can make as Sukuna smacks your ass—Toji’s eyes not missing the jiggle—as he abruptly pulls out and motions Toji to come closer. “I’m gonna let him borrow you, okay baby? You see, Toji’s kind of pathetic here. Might as well give him sloppy seconds, right?”

With that, Toji is moaning as he slowly enters you, your pussy sweetly clamping on his dick as he can literally feel Sukuna’s cum every time he thrusts. The utterly debauched feeling of his still-hot come lubricating his every thrust makes his eyes roll back, lost in the feeling of your pussy as you whimper and squeal everytime he hits your g-spot.

“Yo,” and Toji’s attention is temporarily swayed to Sukuna, who’s watching the both of you with darkened eyes, manspread in a chair. “Come inside, okay? It’s my treat.”

NANAMI KENTO ⸺ DIRTY MASSEUSE GIVES HOT BABE A DEEP TISSUE MASSAGE! (WITH A HAPPY ENDING)

Working in corporate was hell.

Sitting in a chair all day slaving away at spreadsheets and emails was definitely not something your younger self imagined you doing, but alas, you were only but a slave to capitalism. Even your hip flexors could feel it—they were tight, and your upper back hurt a lot.

So, here you were, in the waiting room of this bougie massage salon that you decided to treat yourself to. After all, you’ve been a good girl with your savings, making sure not to spend loads on stress-virtual-shopping so you can blow lots of bucks into this 2 hour service. The lobby is neat and glamorous, as you wait while rubbing your back. You’re currently engrossed in watching a compilation of Moo Deng videos until a deep cough interrupts you. “Miss?”

You turn to face the rich, baritone voice that’s said your name, and then suddenly reeling back. In front of you was probably one of the most handsomest men you’ve ever seen, with blond hair and sharp cut facial lines. He’s rubbing his palms together, which seem laden with oil as he looks at you plaintively. “Shall we take it to the massage room?”

“Y–yes. We can do that,” you nervously affirmed, gathering your purse and belongings to tightly follow behind him. 

When you arrive at the room, the stoic man motions for you to get changed. “Please put on a towel. We’re going to be doing a deep tissue massage, so the towel will serve as a protective measure.”

You blush at the thought of this man seeing your body covered in nothing but a towel, but follow his directions regardless, putting your belongings in a corner while you step out of the changing room and into the massage room once again. You try to preserve your modesty as best you can as you go to lie down on the table. The only things you hear from him are the clinks of bottles as he rummages through different oils, uncovering them. The smell hits you dead on, soothing your senses already with the essential oils. 

And then, his rough, big hands are on your back, pressing into your shoulder blades. You jump, like a scared deer, and he lets out a deep chuckle. “My bad. I’ll be doing your back side first.”

“Okay,” you whisper in response, already closing your eyes in bliss with the way he’s roving his thumbs over the planes of your back, pressing in deep as he works out the kinks in your back.

In one particular spot in your lower back and hips—the one that’s been hurting like a bitch because of your endless time sitting in a chair—he presses his thumbs with the exact right pressure, and you moan.

You can’t help it—the chronic back pain has always been there, but he makes it disappear with a languid movement of his fingers over your back. But he pauses slightly as soon as the whimper comes out of your mouth. “Miss, are you alright?” Flushing, you are quick to affirm. “Yes, sorry.” With a lower voice, you say, “That was, um, that was just really relieving.”

He laughs melodically and continues his ministrations, going even lower, but pausing right before putting his hands on your ass. “May I pull the towel up? Direct contact will be helpful in this region for a deep tissue massage.”

“Y-yeah,” you say softly. “You can do that, you’re the professional.” He’s just doing this for massage reasons, right? With your consent, he slowly inches up your towel to uncover your bare ass to him, you clenching your thighs with the fact that he can see everything.

He then puts his hands on the fat of your ass, moving his hands in a circular motion that spreads your ass every time he moves in an outward rotation. Kento’s trying really hard to stay professional, but seeing your glistening wetness makes him groan inwardly. “Miss,” you perk up slightly as he refers to you, “I’ll continue with the deep tissue massage as requested, okay? There’s a spot that I believe really needs my attention.”

Innocently, you nod, and Kento can’t help but feel so aroused that you’re so naively believing him, letting him touch you as if it’s an appropriate part of his job. His hands inch closer and closer, and soon enough he’s fingering you while languidly licking you up.

“Does this feel good, miss?” Kento is out of breath as he nudges his nose deeper into your pussy while you’re squealing at the feeling of his fingers slamming into your g-spot, sending jolts of pleasure down your spine. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he goes in, sucking at your clit just perfectly.

“It’s rude not to answer someone,” your masseuse gives you a slap, and quickly soothes it over. 

“‘M sorry!” you squeal, bucking your hips as soon as you feel like you’re getting closer, “It feels soo good.” With that, he pauses his ministration to give you a gentle kiss on your pussy, and the plush of his lips is enough to set you squirting, riding his face as you drench him in your juices. Safe to say, you were feeling very de-stressed.

GOJO SATORU ⸺ BEST FRIEND CATCHES HIM MASTURBATING, JOINS IN ON THE FUN!

Satoru groans, squeezing his ball at the base to avoid cumming prematurely. What he was originally doing was trying to find some porn to empty his balls to, releasing stress and gaining dopamine from masturbating. But eventually—like he’s been doing a lot these days—his fingers direct him to your Instagram profile. You, his best friend.

 Satoru does this in secret, waiting until he’s alone in his and Suguru’s apartment to go into his room, close the door, and sin by thinking of you in a way friends don’t of each other. So, he’s trying not to bust too early while he zooms in on your tits in the cute bikini picture you posted just last week, the ones he took of you. The pixels of your magnificent breasts zoom in, sweat and water glistening off of them as your bra hugs and makes them sit just right. He groans, throwing his head back as he feels his cockhead pulse again, deciding to end his edging to cum. 

In his focus on stroking his dick—the squelching and whines echoing in his room—he doesn’t notice the sound of the door opening. Nor of the footsteps heading towards his door, because he moves his hand up and down, up and down, up and down until he’s so close to cumm—-

“Satoru! I got us some mochi!” You yell loudly, and Satoru screams in return, albeit for a different reason. As your head whips up to look at him, alarmed at his shout, you register that his cock and balls are out. And that, in his left hand, is a photo of you. 

You blink, and Satoru blinks back, except with a red, throbbing length in his hand. Then, slowly, you ask, “Why is my picture open, Satoru?”

Satoru swallows, already hearing funeral bells and utters out, “I—I—that was a mistake. I meant to be on Pornhub. Haha! I mean,” he continues on rambling, “why would I be looking at your picture? Obviously, my hand slipped while I was jerking off I mean—” he cuts himself off, because in his yapping, he’s failed to notice how you’ve stalked over to his bed, now straddling him while spitting on his cock.

“Fuck,” he curses, as his pupils dilate watching the thicky, frothy mix of your spit ooze down from your pursed lips onto his dick. “W–what are you—” You motion for him to stand up, orienting yourself so that your throat was hanging off the bed and you were on your back on his mattress. 

“Since you’re so desperate,” you give him a deadly sweet smile as he stands, dick above your face. You give his tip a little kiss, and he shivers. “You can fuck my throat.”

Satoru definitely takes you up on that offer.

He can’t even believe that he’s here, you deepthroating his dick so nice. “Thank you, thank you,” he whines, gyrating his hips sloppily into the tight, wet heat of your mouth as your lips suckle on him. “Needed this so, so much.” You’ve even uncovered your tits, them bouncing nicely as Satoru continuously lodges himself in your throat. “Please, please let me cum.”

You gently push against his hips, indicating you want him out of your mouth. Raspily, you wipe the trail of spit that’s left your mouth and laugh meanly and give him a deceptively sweet kiss on his balls. “You have to last at least 10 more minutes, okay?”

And Satoru can do nothing but obey you, driving himself to the hinge of climax but never over, whimpering as your mouth swallows him up. 

GETO SUGURU ⸺ BIG DICKED BULLY FUCKS CUTE ANIME GIRL INTO SUBMISSION!

Your safe haven is your library. There, the man who’s been torturing you for most of your college career, Suguru Geto, doesn’t know where you hide, nor does he frequent the place. You’re focused in on your assignments right now, having fallen behind due to Suguru’s antics of bothering you and disturbing your peace to humiliate you across campus. It’s late at night, and there’s not a lot of people to disturb you. You thought.

You’re wrenched out of your state of focus as someone harshly pulls your chair back, grabbing your chin to meet your eyes with his. Your bully, Suguru.

 You gasp in surprise as he roves his eyes over you and what you’re wearing. A short skirt, one he dare wouldn’t admit made you look cute, and a sweater. Silently, he sits down while you tremble, looking at him with shaky eyes that makes his cock swell in his pants.

He smirks. “You thought you could hide from me?” He then ticks his head towards your textbook. “Whatcha reading? Recite it to me.” 

Even though you were confused as to why he would have you do that, you hurried to do as he said. Meanwhile, his siren eyes roved over your form, choosing to settle in between your thighs.

“Schroedinger’s theory had proved classical physicists wro—-“ You’re interrupted by your own gasp, because Suguru’s laid a hand that’s gently caressing your inner thigh.

“Go on,” he purrs, getting closer and closer to the heat of your pussy.

You swallow and go on. “…had proved classical physicists wrong, showing that unexplained phenomena in spectroscopy and atoms demonstrated discrete—-“

Meanwhile, he’s inched his hand inside of your panties, softly rubbing at your clit in a manner unbecoming of the mean Suguru you know. Before you know it, your orgasm was creeping up on you, and your legs were trembling while Suguru buried his face in your neck, giving you soft kisses. 

“Cmon, you slut,” he whispered, the softness of his voice contrasting with the harshness of his words, “are you too stupid to read?”

You whimper as he delves a finger into your hole, collecting the ooze there and going back to your clit. “…atoms demonstrated discrete properties, referred to as quanta—-“ It’s with a nasty lick to the shell or your ear that you’re cumming, squealing loudly as you cream on his fingers, humiliated at the show you were forced to put on in the library.

Suguru pulls his fingers out and sucks on them languidly, looking you in the eye. “Now slut, you’re going to do that seated on my dick. Got it?”

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a/n hiii pookies this was late sorry </3 but ANYWAYS im excited to write (and ride) cowboy geto and spiderman!gojo next! consider joining my kinktober taglist if you're interested <3 part 1 of this here btw

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heyyyyss hope this isnt weird but did you happen to have a fede drawing of him with a mullet that you deleted? i have a reblog of it in my drafts for some reason i was gonna reblog it but now that i tried to reach the original it says that it doesn't exist?

did you delete it? if so, are you ok with me still rebloggin the drawing? (since i have it in my drafts i guess i am still able to reblog it)

if you're not it's alright i understand dw !

Hi yes I made the drawing! I have deleted some of my older drawings (including the Fede Mullet One) because I think my older artstyle(s) r very embarrassing and I don't wanna see it BUT you're free to reblog it!! It's just a personal thing and you can freely reblog my old art if you find it somehow!!

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I update Falastin's campaign daily and there's an alarming trend. I collect data each day because I'm that kind of guy, and what I've noticed is that while we get more daily interactions (notes) on my and Falastin's posts here on tumblr, the daily donations have dropped significantly even with me and other people updating it every 4 hours.

You can clearly see it on this chart from the past two weeks. AND in the last week Falastin got some donations from Instagram so it's even worse look for you guys. AND I know it's not just this campaign, it's been an awful month for basically all fundraisers so you can't say that it's all my fault or Falastin's.

I don't do updates to receive notes, I do them to keep you updated on the state of fundraiser and to encourage donations. In fact, I would be happy to go back to not posting anything like I did before.

This campaign provides for 24 people and received only 86 dollars since my last post [here]. At this point you all should know that 86 dollars per day is not enough for people in Gaza because of how high prices are for everything, including food and water. They also need medicine for her 73 y.o. mother and waterproof materials for their tent (see rain damage [here]).

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