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December 5 - Solidarity
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#rottmnt#rise fanart#rise of the tmnt#rise leo#rise donnie#disaster twins#in reference to the dec4 early snack post:#yeeeah they were not napping in the living room *sigh*#really rushed im sorry today is horrible - i might redo this one someday (they got paint everywhere except on the paper shh)#this might be the last “turtle tots” one#idk what the hell i'm doing tbh#i can't believe i've doodled stuff 5 days in a row#daily challenges are so hard#really hoping i can keep it up just for my own sake <3#teidoodle#tei's dec23
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day 2 of @oc-tober2023's prompt list is Education!
#in pink is Henrike on the left and Pina on the right. orange is Louis & Elias#i guess this is a few years pre-canon if theyre in high school here#also louis & the twins went to school together pretty much from first grade all the way through and pina joined somewhere along the line#afgdsjsdg daily challenges are hard cause i keep thinking i could do much better if i spend more time on this#but the thing is if this wasnt a daily challenge i probably wouldnt be drawing them at all so its fine#oc-tober2023#oc art
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gf’s lockets, and her glorious wealth of hair ✨
#n.#locket#my gf started her new job the other day; lots of anxiety beforehand due to incredibly pressurised / demanding role; she bravely & v…#brilliantly took a deep breath and faced the challenge and was an instant success; she’s gone through many hard times to get to where…#she is now and I’m daily overwhelmed by pride; we got to celebrate this recent weekend together 🐚#seeing someone you love so deeply working so hard for so long & finally being rewarded for that effort; it’s a privilege to be part of that#🍃
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ok!! analyse piss!! i think how the smiths are treating rick is a direct consequence of his actions. he is being treated how he conditioned them to treat each other for a very long time! i’m not saying that the smiths aren’t toxic and i’m not even saying that rick deserves it, but i do think it’s his fault. i think they shaped their lives around rick for a long time and now that he’s no longer the centre of their universe they want someone to deify. i think about ricks rant in the rickshank rickdemption a lot, after he’s manipulated beth into leaving jerry, it’s clear that he has had a huge impact on how the smiths interact with each other and him. his rant in s3 is a really good parallel to him telling morty to not everyone about pissmaster, he’s hasn’t told them when rick has done worse but it’s because of him trying to be better, morty isn’t as scared of him anymore. ricks is a transitional period where he is learning he can’t keep reaping the benefits of his manipulation while also trying to separate himself from it.
i also don’t necessarily think it’s the smiths wanting to feel morally superior or get back at rick, at least not for morty and summer, but more with ricks growth, all of the toxic coping mechanisms he’s instilled into them are coming back to bite him in the ass. analyse piss made rick incredibly sympathetic, and i agree with that but it’s obvious that how he’s being treated is in completely in line with the values he pushed onto the family, which is to deify for smallest victories and punish heavily for the smallest failures. because rick isn’t the head of the family anymore, this doesn’t work to his benefit anymore and everyone is dealing with all of the left over shit from ricks abuse.
i’m not trying to discount that beth and jerry specifically have always had these issues but i think it’s unfair to demonise all ofthe smiths for behaving how they were trained because it not longer benefits rick.
#here’s my daily rick and morty anxiety filled rant#dude i swear i’m analysing piss so hard rn#rick face the consequences of his actions challenge#i promise i LIKE rick but deep in my soul:#i am a hater#my biggest pet peeve is summer and morty being lumped in with beth and jerry#rick and morty
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i can't think about drawing right now I HAVE THINGS TO DO!!!
#sigh...im so busy these days.#old art is on queue right now I have drawn anything in a while <-read: yesterday#anyway i really want to do doodle reqs because I just reached 800 followers#but I dont think I'll able (so so busy) to which is sad.#its so hard...I'm constantly bombarded by hilarious visions and i can do nothing about it#I think im gonna go on break for a bit. (knowing me this probably won't work out but. yeah)#I just. really need to get it together and i think im gonna stop posting for a week or something. i dont know#Its hard because I really wanna celebrate...but I have so much to do#why is literally everything in october I think we should make nothing important happen in october so we can focus our energies on#daily october drawing challenges and halloween. life could be a dream.#anyway. when i get more time (hopefully soon) I'll HOPEFULLY have some halloween art to share. sighhhhhh#theres a lot of things I want to do for this blog that I just dont have the time for at this moment and its killing me#you know that meme where its like “I just need to get through this week” yeah. thats me#anyway idk why i said all of that but. its break time again
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Call me Forge <3
Asks: Open! Getting requests would actually be pretty cool o3o
Tools: Ipad (procreate or medibang) + Apple pencil or Macbook + Wacom tablet + CSP
〜 General sorting 〜
Misc tags that I like: Comic by this machine , Minigumi , Ask this Machine
Sketches: Daily Doodles , Sketch by this machine , Gif by this machine (animation sketches)
Finished: Art by this machine , Animation by this Machine
Best of: Best of this Machine (in my own and y'alls' opinion)
#pinned post#idk what people normally put in these but i want to organize#masterlist#rule of thumb is 'thing' by this machine#wow y'all were not kidding when you said that the tags don't work sometimes#but it's an effort o7#things to do: meet the artist#just so that this pinned post doesn't feel so empty#daily doodles is my personal challenge to draw every day#numbered 000 - current day#sketch by this machine is a category of art that is either a wip or not up to my standards#best of is stuff that has a ton of notes or that i worked hard on and like a lot#i want ot find a different name for it tho
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Song of the Day: June 26
“Basket Case" by Green Day
#song of the day#so very nearly a person again I can feel it. gonna sleep and then gonna wake up a person#a dumb reason for today's song but it does tickle me#Duncan was talking about running out of time to hunt the two opossums to complete his daily challenges in Red Dead Online#and my brain went 'do you have the time / to find the possum twine'#and then I had to figure out what the hell song that was. haven't heard Basket Case in years probably#controversial I know but I'm not especially a Green Day girlie#gonna sleep now. gonna wake up and Respond To Messages. gonna be a person and talk with my friends!!#very hard to need socialization to be a person but also need to be a person to socialize. inconvenient. teleportation when
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me: damn my times on that solitaire tournament were rough, i don't think i'll even hit top 10 for my group
the leaderboard:
#ace rambles#microsoft solitaire#solitaire#of course there's still 3 hrs til the tourney ends so i could still be dethroned but?!#i don't always participate in the daily tourneys but it was easy street mini day#although it was barely a mini it was 15 challenges#which i'm pretty sure is the upper limit for minis#after that they're ''adventures'' imost of the time#easy street doesn't get a title if it's not a mini though#i pretty much never finish the adventures#i only finish the minis because they max out at medium difficulty but adventures have hard and expert challenges which i won't play
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cradletober baby!! lets get this challenge started with some eithan ✂️
#also jai daishou in the corner lols#eithan is so cunty its hard to convey on paper sigh#eithan arelius#cradle series#cradletober#wwinktober23#my art#lets hope i can follow thru on this years challenge even if i can just do a daily doodle ill count it as a success.#sacredartistinktober#eithan
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#Day 194#Warrior Cats#Lionblaze#Had a hard day ngl so here's something simple#2023 Daily Drawing Challenge
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i havent really read hamlet but this is the most hamlet she gets i think
#i think my read of this scene wrt like the fam is that like#when you live with someone who you know enough abt to get that she sorta lives in a different reality to you#even just by the fact that everything you did together the first day you met youve lied to everyone you know abt bc they wouldnt Believe it#but to her this is daily life#and this person wont tell you a whole lot abt the world as it exists for them#not a whole lot abt their context. their experiences#and you know that they know a lot but also you have the feeling that half the time theyre lying. not entirely sure when tho#and they still manage to get you out of all the trouble they get you into so at least Some of the knowledge is true#then i think it would be really really hard to judge how rational or trustworthy someones perceptions are#you know?#so you HAVE to trust. you HAVE to trust that her judgements are correct ENOUGH#you could challenge her but where would that leave you? you have LESS. less knowledge less context less ability to judge the situation#you HAVE to trust her assessments even when you ALSO KNOW for a fact that she has not been super rational for A While#you have to trust because you have absolutely no way to figure out how far that irrationality goes#you just have to hope that her life-and-death judgements at least are sound enough#thats my read of this scene#and the way yaz asks 'are you alright doctor?'#clearly shes not. but theres No Other Options
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The final sketch is on top, and steps 1 and 2 are on the bottom.
For a first day attempt, I think I did a wonderful job!
#daily sketch challenge#Day 1#furry art#sketch#I'm not perfect so keeping the streak may be hard for me to do#but getting this done in general felt lovely to me!#Boosted my confidence a bit. Though I will need to challenge myself more with poses as time goes on. I need to build my intuition!
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June pt. 3
You have to "Hang in there"!
#guss who's late (it's 1AM im my timezone LOLOLOLo)?#Had little time so I kinda rushed it...#Also tried (emphasis on “tried”) shading#it looks... eh but this daily task I assigned myself serves (lol) to get better at digital art.#Didn't know in what pose or scenario to draw her in so I decided to use the “Hang in there!” posters with cute cats#fits Mae in my opinion#She's my (and a LOT of people) motivational poster cat (if that makes sense)#truly relatable in a special way#she's soooo flawed#and I saw myself a lot of times during the game (which is problably a bad thing? idk)#that's why the Bea route is my favorite#where she's at her “worst”#at least for me...#She's also REALLY hard to draw!#Forget what I said about Angus because she takes the 1st place#can't get her eyes and expressions right (for some reason) and she's the most expressive character in the game!#Also her chaotic energy! Next time I draw her I should improve on that angle.#I tried to imitate the#night in the woods#'s artstyle for the challenge and it was really fun! (I still find it easier doing it on paper)#She's the last#nitw#character I'll do for June#Loved drawing the cool gay and trans animals!#I'll miss them until i'll have time to draw them...#Good game good game#The next one(s) will be humanoind (yippeee...) so we'll see how I manage with that.#I need to sleep man#june art#art
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If you want to learn how to be pathetic come to me <3
#dora daily#MY MUM CALLED IT LMFAO#but the reason she said it is because I’m empathetic and soft or whatever#hm 🤨#anyways I’m pathetic for other reasons and you guessed it it involves THAT GIRL !!!#bro when I open my phone I instantly go to her account ….#guys Istg back to my mum like#why do people think that being soft = weak like ?!?!!??!?#listen I think if I was a fictional character that would be a fan favourite quality seeing as to how similar kaveh and I are#but he’s a fan favourite cause he’s sad (me too for similar ish reasons to him)#but in saying that I remember that usually ppl don’t like female characters like that#so it I was a fictional character who was a male I would be a fan favourite#but like#omg#actually ykw most kaveh fans if he were real would NOT like kaveh#at all 🤨#I hate keep him from the fake fans 🙄#I say this as I would also not want to associate with him but that’s cause I don’t like associating with males 😭#ITS DIFFERENT CAUSE ID WARM UP TO HIM I SWEAR#if he’s nice which he totally will be :>#the challenge is alhaitham it’s not that he’s not nice it’s just a specific niceness that’s hard to discern and it’s kind of subtle#SO ME THE OVERTHINKER WOULD NOT COPE 😭
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Day 16
Day 16 woo! Actually got a day in without forgetting... Today's obsession is: Hollow knight!
I started a new playthrough cause my other one I'm currently in the white palace. That place is so hard to beat... Screw you path of pain. In the new game I'm starting, trying to get the achievements I didn't get in the first one. Namely killing zote and killing nailsmith. Dunno if I'll actually kill nailsmith cause that hurts too much... Especially with what happens after you leave him alone.
Imma leave this one short, so here's what you guys came for:
#noses are hard to draw#artblr#pen art#daily drawing challenge#artists on tumblr#drawing#anatomy practice#daily art journal#nose reference practice#some of these thins I was just fooling around for#why are noses so hard to draw#why is everything so hard to draw#hollow knight#such a fun game#and the osts are just perfect#good job team cherry
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✎ all of me
- gojo satoru x reader
you understand that some things in marriage just needs compromise. and he soon understands too, when you're at your most vulnerable and he fails to be by your side when you need him the most
genre: angst, hurt/comfort, established relationship (you're married & have a son!) argument, feral gojo, mentions of injury & blood, fluff
note: if it isn't obvious by now i'm in the mood of angst-hurt/comfort this week HEHE :)) this is longer than the usual love entry, so i hope you'll enjoy it!
a part of gojo's love entries
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Bantering with your husband is not uncommon―in fact, it happens on daily basis.
"Satoru― I'm talking to you!"
But having serious arguments with him is another matter entirely.
Your fists tightening at your sides, facing his unamused expression. How insufferable is he? You told him that everyday, but right now, he's truly surpassed previous levels of infuriating behavior.
"And I can hear you, sweetheart," he retorted, casting a glance your way. The term of endearment he used for you sounding almost like a sneer to your ears and you felt offended.
"I don't think you're taking this seriously," you griped, trying to calm your emotions, still balling your hands. "Someone is following our son on his way back from school―how can you be this... flippant?!"
Numerous photograph of your son exiting the school building from different angles had arrived in your mailbox, and if it wasn't a creepy warning from those who placed a target on his back, then you didn't know what it was.
Satoru let out an exasperated grunt. "I'm telling you, I'll pick him up for the rest of the week. No one will lay a hand on him."
You gritted your teeth. "And I'm telling you, they're trying to make you do just that. Even morons know not to mess with you― they're leaving hints, and you're taking the bait!"
Contrary to what you believed, Satoru felt just as worried as you upon knowing that someone might have marked his precious son, who was now six years old and had recently started attending preschool.
But this is where your approaches differ. You are always the cautious one, overanalyzing each detail, while he leans towards being impulsive, often resorting to brute force.
"Who do you think can stand a chance against me?" Satoru challenged with a real sneer this time. "Remember my words, wife, no one is going to hurt me, you or our baby. I'll end them where they stand."
"That's not the point!" you threw your hands in the air, irate. "Satoru, they're going to take advantage of―"
"Look, I don't want to argue with you." Satoru's gaze was hard on you, his tone clipped, and it made you stiffen. "His safety comes first— and you, of all people, should know I'd never let anything happen to him. You need to quit nitpicking and have a little faith in me."
"I know you are more than capable, but you are not―!"
And then he said it, and his words piercing through you like a knife―
"Don't compare me to you," your husband remarked a little too coldly. "I can do things you can't. Just rest your pretty head, I'll take care of the rest."
Nevermind that he blatantly dismissed your skills as a jujutsu sorcerer, nevermind that he totally didn't listen to you at all―he just went and made himself look like some sort unparalleled god, forgetting how much his hubris could actually take him.
And all these thoughts only made you angrier.
"So be it then." You tried desperately to hold yourself from shaking because you'd be damned if you showed it to him. "A word of advice, Satoru: beware of your arrogance."
With those words, you spun around, marching off toward your son's room, because no way in hell was you going to sleep with that obnoxious prick tonight.
But when you caught the sight of your baby scuttling away from the gap in the door, a fragment of your heart crumbled. Oh. He has seen it all.
In Gojo Satoru's mind, he is made of two things: a powerful jujutsu sorcerer and a family man.
With his immense strength, comes a certain responsibility. And with that responsibility, certain habits have formed. If you just took a few seconds to breathe and looked back throughout the past decade he'd spent with you, you'd know that in fact―
It was also his way to shield you. Satoru stands by the principle that you and his little boy must be protected at all cost, and he most certainly would pull all stops to do just that.
But frankly, he couldn't deny that he felt insulted by how defiant you were. Did you really think he would let anyone ever touch your―his―son? He wouldn't, they'd meet his wrath first and you should've known that.
Still, something akin to guilt nudged at his conscience as he lay alone in your shared bed that night. It felt strange not having you cuddling him. He felt empty.
. . .
None of your shampoo-scented pillow, none of your nightdresses, all of it replaced by a single photo hanging in the wall and the urn of ashes—
Abruptly, he jerked his eyes open, shaken from the most dreadful nightmare he had experienced—
Of you no longer by his side.
“Mama.” Your little boy looked up to you with his doe-blue eyes in the next day, his hand gripping yours. “I’ll be fine.”
You were accompanying him to the preschool. While Satoru had requested Ichiji to drive him, you insisted on tagging along to keep a watchful eye as well. You'd leave your husband to pick him up later just as he wanted.
“Huh?” you turned to him, tilting your head.
“I'll stick by Uncle Ichiji's side the entire time,” he replied in a murmur. “And papa will be picking me up too later. If there are bad guys, they'll get him first.”
You bit your lip, feeling a wave of guilt wash over you. Your boy witnessed your outburst last night and hadn't inquired about it until now, and even then, he was trying to reassure you.
“So… don’t fight.” His round, cerulean eyes then darted towards you, blinking hesitantly, causing you to catch your breath.
He looks so much like Satoru. At six years old, he was the spitting image of him, except his personality—he took after you in that area. It was as if your son was a softer, more innocent version of him. And your heart twisted, remembering your argument last night.
Don't compare me to you.
With a sigh, you bent down to be eye-level with him and managed a smile, holding both of his little hands. “I’m sorry… it was just misunderstanding last night, okay? Don’t worry.”
“…really?”
“Really. Mama and papa were just tired,” you tried to reason, a thin smile on your face. "It's going to be okay, just like you said, yeah? Papa will beat the bad guys out there."
“Will he pull through...? If they bring a knife, and he's just there laughing, they can cut him.”
A giggle escaped your lips at your baby's innocent wonderings, easing the ache in your heart as you recalled how Satoru humored him in so many ways.
You gently poked your son in the cheek. "Nah, do you remember what he always goes on about?"
He puffed up his cheeks in response, his expression turning sour as if combing through memories of hundreds of shenanigans Satoru had instigated to recall his words. You let out a hearty chuckle, finding him so adorable.
"He's strong, he's going to win. He always does."
"Oh. Mmm." Your son scrunched up his nose cutely, before looking away and squeezing your hand. A sincerer smile bloomed in your lips, heart melting at the sight of your growing munchkin.
You will protect him. And maybe you could patch things up with Satoru later that night. Maybe yesterday you were just too paranoid.
That was the plan... at least until your son suddenly screamed—someone wrenching him from your grasp. Without a second thought, you reacted, flipping the attacker away from you and him.
. . . and that was the beginning of how everything started to unravel so terribly that day.
"Gojo-san...! There's been an incident!"
He got that call right after he finished some things with Yaga. Satoru teleported to the preschool right away, only to be greeted by a scene of utter chaos.
Several teachers stood outside the building, and police officers were present at the scene. It was all a blur of cursed energy until his eyes caught sight of—
His little boy, red-faced and obviously in fear, was clinging to Ichiji, who was frantically making calls. Some teachers gathered around him were seemingly trying to coax him to speak.
He didn't waste a second to dash towards him, tearing through the crowd.
"Are you okay? Hey, buddy, what happened?" Satoru pulled him away from Ichiji and turned him over, crouching to his level to check for any signs of injury or harm.
And upon seeing him actually here, his son's eyes immediately welled up with tears, and Satoru felt a chill run through his veins as he broke into sobs, which quickly turned into heart-wrenching wails.
"Mama—! F-find mama—!" the little boy choked out through his tears, clutching onto his shirt tightly and crumbling in his embrace, thoroughly inconsolable.
Satoru's sharp gaze quickly swept over the scene, seeking any clues, while he tightened his hold over him. It was then he noticed traces of your cursed energy mingled with blood.
They hurt you.
"Hey, kiddo—listen to me, it's going to be alright, yeah?" Satoru said, gently pulling away to wipe away his tears, holding the boy's face tenderly in his hands. "Go with Ichiji for now, okay? I'm going to bring mama back, I promise."
He didn't need to be told twice. Your son is always obedient when it matters the most. He gave him a small nod, still shaking with tears.
"Don't worry," he flashed a reassuring smile and ruffled his hair. "I'm the strongest, remember? I'll get her back," he vowed once again. "She'll be fine. Wait for me until then, yeah?"
Ichiji was ready to leave as he had called for those in headquarters as backup in case anything were to happen again. Trusting him to keep his son safe, Satoru took off as soon as he could no longer see the sight of his son's tear-streaked face trying to watch him as the car pulled away.
"I won't repeat myself— where is my wife?"
Satoru wasn't playing this time. He skipped past taunts and just plain threats. These little fries, he thought.
The man he held by the throat was in a lot of distress. "Hyaaa! It's him! Please, please, let me go! I'm acting under orders!"
He then flung him across the wall— might have added more cursed energy than necessary.
At the moment, his entire focus was on trying to locate you. He couldn't let his mind wander to anything else; in fact, he didn't permit himself to.
It didn't take him long to piece together the general location of where you were through the residual of your cursed energy. They stationed several hooligans in this abandoned warehouse to stall him, but he got rid of them quickly and he could sense that you were close by.
"It's Gojo Satoru!"
"Run! Ruuuun!"
What a pain. They picked the wrong person to mess with, and Satoru's lips curled into a manic grin as he opened his palm, pulling them in—
"Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue."
Chaos erupted as the building collapsed around him. He hoped you would realize he was here and manage to avoid getting caught in the wreckage. He was sure you'd know though.
And true to his thoughts, soon he found you— blasting your attacker away with a powerful kick.
Satoru thought that you were a sight to behold, really. And he was about to call out to you when he felt it.
It happened almost in an instant. The way his heart dropped to his stomach, and how his body reacted, barely whispering the incantation for Red as he shot it at something lurking behind you—
At that moment, the only thing you were aware of was the foul stench of a curse. Time seemed to stop before the overwhelming force of Red expelled it away from you.
But before then, you experienced a searing, white-hot pain that scorched through your flesh and pierced your abdomen—
"Y/N―fuck―!" The voice that came from Satoru's throat was raw and laden with panic.
He pulled you against him protectively as you collapsed, blinded by pain. He immediately felt warmth spreading across his lower body—your blood was rapidly drenching his shirt, and he felt a shiver down his spine.
You held onto him tightly while suppressing your scream, feeling every bit of your strength drain away along with the dark crimson blood that poured out of you.
"―toru―" you managed to croak amidst the scalding pain, curling and whimpering in his hold.
"Hey― sweetheart, please―" his voice rang in your ears, as he pressed down on your wound. His hands were shaking, and you clawed at him and groaned in agony. "I-I'm taking you back now― You're going to be alright, yeah?"
The wound was beyond anything you had experienced before, causing you to cry out and gasp for air. It was almost as if something fried your insides. It was hard to stay conscious.
"I've got you now. You're going to be okay." His voice was coarse, as he hurriedly carried you out. And he tried not to let the full-blown panic take over him when your body went limp in his arms, your breaths slowing, head lolling in his chest.
"You're going to be alright! You hear me, sweetheart? You're going to make it. Our baby― he's waiting for you. I promise you, you're going to be fine―"
Perhaps he was trying to tell that to himself, because despite the excruciating pain, a wave of reassurance washed over you.
You were in the arms of the strongest sorcerer alive, what more could you possibly afraid of?
A special grade curse. They had actually unleashed a potent curse and likely aimed at him as their final card—until it veered off course and struck you, leaving a searing gash across your abdomen.
Satoru felt numb as he sat in the waiting room in his bloodied uniform. You got hurt so terribly right in front of his eyes, and all he could feel was this profound void that seemed to bore through him and pierced his soul.
He was supposed to protect you. He said it to your face that nothing and no one would touch your son, and it was in his wedding vows that he'd protect you with his life too.
And yet what happened?
If only he was faster. If only he was able to pull you to him and protect you with his infinity—none of this shit would have happened.
Seeing your face twisted in agony and smeared with blood made him feel sick to his stomach. Inside that OR, you hovered on the brink of life and death, and he was here, unable to do anything.
Satoru rested his head against the wall, feeling a sharp pain surge through his chest. He remembered waking up to your face every morning, the way your touches felt, and how you had brightened his world for the past decade. If he lost you now... he wouldn't survive it. He would wreck anything, everything—
"Papa!" and came his voice of reason. Satoru immediately discarded his bloodstained jacket by instinct, throwing it away before his boy could see it, with Ichiji and Megumi closely trailing behind.
His son crashed himself into him and threw his little arms around his torso, crying—and in that very second, the thump of his heart sounded louder in his ears. Somehow it felt like a knife that twisted his insides.
"Hey, kiddo." Satoru repositioned him so that he would sit on his lap and hugged him, patting him in the back. "There, there... it's alright, yeah? Mama is inside, she'll get better soon."
Your little boy pulled away and wiped his eyes, and Satoru chuckled as he helped him blow his nose. His child was incredibly adorable, and his actions mirrored yours to such an extent that it made Satoru's heart soften.
"Mama g-got hurt trying to... tell me to g-go..." the boy suddenly said amidst his quieter sniffles. "And... she s-said... papa— i-is strong and g-going to win..."
You believe in him. Ignoring the ache in his chest, only able to reply him with a "Yeah..."
Not long after, Shoko emerged from the operating room and informed him that the surgery had been successful, though you would likely need to have a one-week stay in the hospital for observation. He intended to move you to the VIP suite and stay the night there, but then he remembered his son, who was holding his hand.
Satoru crouched down and patted him in the head, fixing him a smile. "See? Mama is okay, but she needs to sleep here to get even better. Now you go home first with big brother Megumi, yeah?"
Your son adored Megumi and often begged you to let him stay over at his place, but this time he looked hesitant, fiddling with his little fingers. "Really? Mama will be home... soon?"
"Mm-hmm, the more she sleeps here, the faster she'll go back home, alright?"
And with that, his baby nodded and Satoru turned to Megumi with a nod. "Thank you for this, Megumi."
The boy whose life he had once saved on some sort of a whim, now grown up and shared the same concern he had for you, Fushiguro Megumi had never before witnessed his benefactor expressing such sincere gratitude for anything before.
When you came to, your body felt as heavy as lead.
The discomfort in your abdomen made you flinch, and you almost let out a groan until you turned to your side and saw him.
Satoru was asleep while sitting in the sofa next to your bed, dark circles evident under his eyes. It might have been your imagination, but his cheeks appeared to be slightly red too.
You tried to recall what had happened to you when it came back—you urging your son to run away as you let yourself being taken away, almost escaping from that warehouse, the flash of excruciating pain, and Satoru's stricken voice.
So he must've been here since last night. Any remnants of your disagreement seemed to have vanished, seeing him there with you, barely covering himself with the blanket, with a frown still marking his forehead even in his sleep.
You wanted to reach out to him until the movement sent a sharp jab to your stomach and you cried out a bit.
In that split second, Satoru's eyes jerked open, and realizing you were awake, his gaze locked onto yours. "Y/N—" But your strained whimper and expression told him everything. "Does it hurt? I-I'll get Shoko, wait—"
And then he hit the call button. Throughout it all, he kept a firm grip on your hand for reassurance. A few minutes later, Shoko arrived and examined your wound, subsequently administering painkillers to alleviate your discomfort.
"It's going to leave a scar," she explained grimly, showing the mangled skin where the curse had made its mark on you, and seeing that, Satoru clenched his fists.
Shoko sighed, empathizing with her friend's frustration. "It's going to fade with time, don't worry. You did well, Gojo. You brought her here quickly. Had you been even slightly later, there could have been an irreversible damage to her organs."
But your husband remained quiet, unable to bring himself to look at you. And after she left, you tried to finally voice your question to him.
"O-our—"
"He's fine," Satoru immediately answered, squeezing your hand. "Our boy is fine. I'll tell Megumi to visit later—he's with him."
A sigh of relief came out of you. "Thank... goodness."
But his expression seemed to fall even further after hearing your response. Satoru settled himself on the seat next to you and lowered the rail on your bed, allowing you to be even closer to each other.
"Do you not feel any pain anymore?" he asked then, gently tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. He looked so sad, a stark contrast of how he usually was, and it bugged you.
"No... I feel fine now."
"Then, can I hug you?"
Of course you nodded without a second thought, and carefully, he wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you close and resting his face on the crook of your neck.
You knew what it was. Satoru was still visibly shaken by what had happened to you, and he wasn't great at expressing himself, so he tried to find consolation through this physical closeness instead.
"I'm okay..." you patted his back, trying to convince him. "I'm alright now, yeah?" But to your surprise, suddenly his whole body started to shake. "Satoru...?"
“…’m sorry.” His voice was barely above a whisper as he nuzzled you. “I shouldn't... have let you get this hurt...”
It always amazes you how Satoru always gets this distressed whenever you sustain any injury. You had seen him cry precisely two times now—once after you gave birth to your son and experienced severe bleeding, and now.
"It's not your fault..." you whispered in response. "You... have protected me well."
He held you tighter, his tone faltering. "I didn't."
"You have..." you stroked his hair, trying to convince him. "I'm still here, aren't I?"
Hearing you say that made Satoru's chest ache. The thought of something like this happening to you was unimaginable, and now that it had, he couldn't come to terms with seeing you hurt right in front of him.
"Don't—" he choked on his voice, his breath trembled against your neck. "Don't ever put yourself in danger again. If something happened to you, I wouldn't be able to live with myself..."
You couldn't make that promise. Despite the pleading in his voice, you knew deep down that your son's life—and his—meant more, and given the chance, you would obviously save theirs for yours.
“Satoru... I love you, you know that, right?”
So you simply embraced him close, hoping that in this life, you would live long enough that he would never have to see you like this again.
Epilogue
"Papa, how do I become stronger?"
Satoru blinked when his son asked him that so innocently and curiously, taken aback as he led him to your private room later that afternoon. "Oh? What brought this on?"
His first and only son, a perfect miniature of himself, pursed his lips. "I don't want Mama to get hurt again..."
Satoru's heart warmed at his baby’s sincere words, and despite himself, he chuckled.
"What's funny?" his son leveled a glare at him. "I'm being serious."
"Well, aren't you such a good boy? Don't worry, kiddo, I'll teach you my ways~"
"What ways?"
"Well, no need to rush, pumpkin. First of all, you will have to harness your skills and then you have to be more like me—"
"Do I have to be like you…? Is there no other way?"
"—? What's wrong with being more like me?"
"Everything...?"
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