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finished an old wip i didn't rlly like but it actually turned out alright !! yippee
idk i kinda want to add more textures to my art lol :3
also idk if anyone cares about my headcanons orwhatever but jsdhjdhejd i think he kindof reminds me of snakes !!! like have you guys ever seen a snake eat??? cool ashell (this post was sponsored by my pet snake dahlia, shes rlly cool) and also. did you know that some snakes have infrared vision??? like that is so fucking cool omg??? so yea i think he can also see stuff based on temperature :3 (but hes otherwise blind) (imo) (you can disagree) (ijust think its cool) (âĄ)
#creepypasta#creepypasta fanart#creepypasta art#eyeless jack#eyeless jack fanart#creepypasta ej#hes having lunch#dw about it...#hes so pretty i love him :3#not to be down bad or anything but bro can have my organs <3#ok they prolly wouldn't taste very good now that i think about it....#anyway. update!! my binder came in the mail!!! :333 i am never taking this thing off omg i am so happy#(please guys do not wear a binder for more than 8h please i am serious it is not good for you)#also wtf how do i have 300 followers already đđđđ fr tysm#ily all mann <333#cw bl00d
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i don't normally participate in these redraw challenges but it's megumi so i'll make an exception
#my art#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#megumi fushiguro#fushiguro megumi#fanart#jjk fanart#jujutsu kaisen fanart#jjk megumi#megumi#looks at clock UHHHHHHHH oops#i got lost in the sauce that is rendering his gd chin and under his lips.... ive been in stylized anime mouth land 2 long i fear#i had forgotten how much of a pain those shadows are :'>>> eSP at a lookdown angle#fought a bit but little did he know i spent years doing coloured pencil portraits. this is My domain#god but the rest of the skin render was so FUN i love . warm grey in2 brown in2 red/orange fr the deep underneck shadow#lip tint heavy blush freckles glossier model fushiguro megumi...........im a believer i fear#had a bit of a hard time finding a middle ground between how i normally draw his hair and a more Realistic take on it#the model in the og has hair that's pretty close but i think the strands r a bit short n too heavily curved fr my tastes#its my brand im afraid i simply must give itfs both longer hair#nothing else feels Right#but god i underestimated how Good this photoshoot is as megu material . i get the hype now i get it#i did the sketch n i looked at it and i had an oh /oh/ moment#smh megumi put those lustrous emerald orbs away before u hurt some1#his gaze is too powerful . slaps a red bg on him makes him my new icon :)#anyway its 6am it is morning time do i sleep fr like 3 hrs or do i say megumi voice Whatever we shall see
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"The morning sun filtered through the tent, casting a soft glow upon Gale's sleeping form."
i can make such sketches everyday if anyone will gift me an iPad (pls)
#my art stuff#art#my stuff#art stuff#digitalart#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#baldur's gate 3#bg3 gale#gale#bg3#eepy gale#i love him ur honor#still yes still#my biggest hyperfixation omg#I LOVE HIM#hes so pretty#baldur's gate g#baldur's gate iii#baldurs gate fanart#baldur's gate#baldurs gate 3#baldurs gate
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pumpkin carving :^)
#dude we are SO back#i keep drawing dca content holy shit i missed these guys#also i love drawing sun with his rays spinning#its pretty much the only reaction he has to anything#he's very excitable in his defense#my art#security breach#sun fnaf#fnaf sun#sundrop#sundrop fnaf#charlie daydreamers#sun x y/n#the daycare attendant#dca fandom#also i really like how ive been drawing sun recently#i finally figured out how to draw him from 3/4 view
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heâs so cute guys
I feel like heâd spider crawl to peak at all the security cameras just bc heâs silly like that, heâs saying hi â€ïž
#fnaf#fnaf sb#shitpost#fnaf moon#fnaf daycare attendant#dca fandom#fnaf fanart#five nights at freddys#my art <3#hes so silly#hes so pretty#hes so babygirl#i love him
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The way Robbie plays high charisma awkward flirting versus low charisma awkward flirting needs to be studied
#critical role#dorian out here smooth as hell flirting with random people but fucking crumbles around orym and is still smooth and endearing despite it#cerkonos out here being a fucking high speed train wreck because a pretty lady looked at him and stumbling through 3 words#robbie daymond man that you are#love that you are practicing and potentially getting out romance nerves (he looked so nervous before the confession scene imo đ„č)#critical role spoilers#dorym#i guess for the tags
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light of my life đ€ for @kimtaegis [cr. namuspromised]
#jimin#park jimin#pjm#bts#btsedit#btsgif#gif#jiminedit#pjmdaily#userkelli#usersky#annietrack#userdimple#raplineuser#rjshope#tuserandi#useremmeline#usermaggie#dailybts#he makes me feel so much better just to look at his pretty face#he has healing powers đ„ș angel baby i love him so#hi annie <3 i was thinking about you while making these đ hope you are doing well my love. sending you all the good wishes!
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INDEED.
#god I love him#hes so pretty#look at him#baldur's gate 3#bg3#baldurs gate 3#bg3 astarion#astarion ancunin#astarion#romanced astarion#astarion baldurs gate
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And my man, thank you to my man đ„°đ„°đ„°đđđđđđŸđđŸđđŸ
#okkotsu yuuta#yuuta x reader#jjk yuuta#yuuta x you#jjk fanart#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x black y/n#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk x y/n#jjk x gender neutral reader#jjk x black reader#my man my man my man#my man <3#my man fr#he looks so good#i love him so much#hes so pretty#i love him#god i love him#i love him sm#look at him
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âš aimz' 4.5k celebration âš
@buckysbarnes requested đčïž + Steve Harrington & Blackgreen
#strangerthingedit#steveharringtonedit#dailystobin#userashe#tuserpris#anztag#tusermarie#userkam#userridge#userspacey#usertiny#tuserdaria#usermaguire#stranger things#steve harrington#joe keery#gifs*#colourpalette*#faves*#aimz4.5k#he's just so pretty and i love him <3
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I CAN'T CLOSE MY EYES ALONE ; SATORU GOJO
synopsis; arguing with satoru is always exhausting. bitter and spiteful, you leave him in the bedroom and go find another place to sleep; your couch would be the obvious choice, but whereâs the fun in that?
word count; 4.2k
contents; satoru gojo/reader, f!reader (he calls you âstubborn girlâ n âpretty girlâ but other than that itâs gn!!), toru and reader have a fight, reader sleeps in the bathtub (donât ask it came to me in a vision), hurt/comfort, he's doing his best :<, fluff!!
a/n; smth abt âŠ. arguing w satoru gojo âŠâŠ. idk why the concept has possessed me in the way that it has i just think hurt/comfort w toru is <33
okay, so maybe this wasnât the best idea youâve ever had.
in your defense, you werenât exactly thinking straight; fueled by spite, eager to get far away, and admittedly a little curious as to how it would feel, the decision was made almost purely on impulse. and stupidity, probably.
itâs not comfortable at all.
maybe it could be. maybe if you had just a couple more pillows, a fluffier blanket with a cozier texture. maybe if you had something soft to put beneath you, another blanket or a comforter or â whatever. maybe if you had a warm cup of tea to drink. maybe if you had something warm to hug to sleep.Â
or someone.
(aw, whatâs wrong? canât sleep without me after all, huh?)
â nope. you are not going back there.Â
just the thought of how smug heâd get makes you bite the inside of your cheek, increasing your already growing frustrations. in desperate search of a more comfortable position, you nuzzle further into the pillow, but nothing works.
your limbs feel stiff, and your bones canât seem to relax, a discomforting numbness seeping into your spine. and itâs cold. the feeling of porcelain against your skin keeps you tossing and turning, akin to an icy winter breeze, caressing the apple of your cheek.Â
still, thereâs simply no other option. under absolutely no circumstances can you turn back now. not when youâve come this far, when you can almost begin to sense an inkling of sleepâs familiar call, the drowsy flutter of your eyelashes.
it takes time, and perseverance â but eventually, the road to sleep does seem to brighten on the horizon. crawling closer and closer, lulling you into its embrace, while all you can do is lie there. completely at its mercy, exhaustion ghosting your subconscious, eyelids ripe with fatigue.Â
slowly but surely, your consciousness begins to fade. tenderly, soothingly, like a curtain over your eyes being slowly unveiled. you can almost taste it, on the tip of your tongue; sleep is only a moment away.
soon, youâll fall into that cozy abyss. and then youâll open your eyes, and the morning sun will greet you. itâll be a new day, a better day.
so you keep your eyes closed, and sink a little further into the plush of your pillow, and â
the light flickers on.
in the state youâre in, tiptoeing on the edge between dreams and reality, so tantalizingly close to falling asleep, the brightness is positively grating. even through your shut eyes, it invades your senses â a glow so irritating itâs startling. the bathroom lights mock you with their shine, illuminating your figure, curled up in the tiny bathtub.Â
the whine you let out is involuntary, coaxed out from deep within your throat, as the uncomfortable sensation rouses you from your would-be slumber.
satoru raises an unimpressed eyebrow, where he stands by the door.
chest bare, wearing only a flimsy pair of sleeping shorts, he looks at you with tired eyes. exasperation painted onto his dishevelled features. then he clicks his tongue, voice raspy and rich with fatigue.
âyouâre ridiculous.â
the judgemental tilt of his voice only makes the annoyance in your veins bubble up once more, just when it was finally about to dwindle. eyes squeezed shut to escape the burn of the artificial light, you let out a sharp wince, burrowing your face deeper into the pillow.Â
âturn it off!â
ignoring your angry plea, satoru makes his way over to you. with long, slow strides, vaguely uncoordinated steps. just a little clumsy. he plops down on the edge of the bathtub, and gazes down at you.
youâre lying on your side, arms wrapped around a fluffy cushion, knees against your chest. under the illumination of the bathroom lights, he can see you clearly; messy hair that he yearns to ruffle, a crease between your brows that he yearns to smooth away.
you look awfully uncomfortable, to no oneâs surprise. he isnât sure what else you were expecting.Â
despite the sting of the bright lights, you force your eyes open â only to give satoru a halfhearted glare, an attempt at appearing intimidating. though you somehow doubt itâll work.
resting his jaw on the heel of his palm, satoru tilts his head. soft locks of white hair follow the movement, falling over his eyes, a little more tousled than usual. like heâs been tossing and turning, sprawled out on the bedroom mattress.
and, just like you suspected, the dirty look you send his way doesnât seem to scare him off. not even in the slightest. if anything, you think you catch a flicker of lazy amusement dancing through his eyes. and it irks you, it does â an itch beneath your skin, a taste of irritation on your tongue.
because satoru is looking at you like youâre somehow in the wrong, here, like youâre the one acting out. as if he isnât the reason youâre here in the first place.
at this point, you barely even remember what the fight was about. too sleep-deprived to recall it properly, too stressed to make a genuine attempt. all you remember is getting ready for bed, and the familiar sensation of frustration prickling your skin. you remember his pretty little grin, his teasing remarks and refusal to take you seriously.
remember the way he laughed, when you told him what was bothering you; the crinkle of his eyes, the warmth of his hands reaching over to squish your cheeks. a little patronizing.
(there was no malicious intent behind it, that much you know. he probably just wanted to lighten the mood. but it irked you, all the same. hurt you, maybe. just a little bit.)
then you remember storming out. grabbing a blanket and pillow and telling him to sleep on his own, if thatâs how he was going to be. the words felt cold as they left your mouth, little breathy icicles. and then you left.
which is why youâre here, right now. curled up in your goddamn bathtub, for some reason that still escapes you, trying desperately to get even a wink of sleep without your boyfriend there to help.
and thatâs also why satoru is here, back a tad slouched as he sits on the edge of the bathtub, looking at you like youâre some misbehaving cat. blinking slowly, drowsily, dragged down by the fatigue clinging to his eyelashes.Â
(he canât sleep, either.)
âyouâre really gonna sleep in there?â he sighs, after a momentâs pause. any honest concern in his voice is almost entirely overshadowed by the sense of admonition that follows it.
a scoff falls from your lips, sharp like a razorblade. âyes,â you deadpan, shifting to lie on your stomach, hiding away from his insistent view. âi was sleeping just fine before you barged in here.â
satoru shoots you a look, thoroughly unimpressed, entirely unconvinced of your blatant lie. âyouâre being dumb,â he huffs. âat least sleep on the couch.â
âi donât wanna hear that from you,â comes a hiss, low and disgruntled. a growing irritation. âand iâm comfortable where i am.â
another dissatisfied huff. why are you being so irrational? he just doesnât get it. scrambling for excuses, satoru tries his hand at another tactic.Â
âyouâll hurt your back.â
another little scoff. oh, so now he suddenly cares? you canât believe him.Â
âso what?â
a moment passes. satoru bites his lip, teeth sinking softly into the flesh; a little pang of ache, but itâs nothing compared to the twist of discomfort in his chest. youâre making this more difficult than it has to be, he thinks. always so stubborn.Â
what is he supposed to say? how is he supposed to convince you to come back to bed, when youâre already so set on denying him?
god, heâs tired. he just wants to sleep, close his jaded eyes. just wants to not have to think, for a couple hours, curled up with the only person who makes him feel safe. just wants to dream in soft shapes.
but if you arenât there, thenâŠ
a deep sigh. weary, annoyed. âcâmon,â he coaxes, blinking sluggishly. âyou know you wonât be able to fall asleep without me. canât we just make up already?â
your nails dig into the fabric of your blanket. every word he says only seems to deepen the sense of irritation plaguing your sleep-deprived mind.
it makes you want to shut him out, bury your head in the soft sheets and forget about everything else. he keeps acting like youâre just overreacting, like you wanted to have an argument. like he wasnât the one who made you upset and then laughed at you about it.Â
âi donât need you to fall asleep,â you grumble, muffled by the pillow in your grasp, arms tightening around it. nuzzling deeper into the soft velvet comfort.
satoruâs fingers twitch, as if urging him to pull you close. he almost glares at the cushion in your arms, that youâre hugging so fondly, putting all your body weight on â snuggling into it in search of comfort and warmth.
(that should be his chest.)
the gears in his head turn, slowly and mechanically, as he brings a hand up to card through his hair.
satoru hates seeing you so upset, so far away from him. having to watch you close yourself off, not allowing him to be near, soothe you and take care of you. kiss all your worries away. thatâs all he wants to do, everything he needs to keep himself whole, to keep himself from being devoured by an exhaustion heâs lived with for as long as he can remember.
a strong frustration gnaws at his conscience. a certain desperation.
a big, heavy sigh leaves his lips. it bounces off the walls of the bathroom, the white tiles and shiny mirror, as he drags it out. almost childishly. then heâs angling his body to face you properly, big hands resting on his knees, a determined gaze set on your figure.
âlook, iâm sorry,â he starts, rigid and earnest. blinking once, twice, chasing away the drowsy weight of his eyelids. âi shouldnât have laughed.â
your ears perk up.
shifting to your side as if hoping to hear him better, you peek up at him through half-lidded eyes. almost in disbelief, a kind of hope sprouting in the corners of your dilated pupils.
is he genuinely going to apologize, you wonder? admit that he was in the wrong? does he actually feel bad?
a moment passes. slow, drawn out, until satoruâs voice spills into the air again.
âthere. i apologized,â he exhales, a little gruff. annoyed. ânow will you please just come to bed?â
âŠ
wow.Â
okay, nevermind. you hope the ceiling fan falls on him.
beneath your skin, a mellow kind of anger bubbles up, blood slowly coming to a boiling point. heâs not sorry at all. of course he isnât. you were stupid to think heâd actually give you a sincere apology, stupid to think heâd do the one thing that would actually make you want to fall back into his comforting embrace. stupid, stupid.Â
clenching your teeth, nails digging into the velvet fabric of the pillow, your eyelids flutter shut once more. only this time, you donât plan on opening them again â at least not until morning comes. not until you see the sunkissed tiles of the bathroom, until the ache inside your chest has passed.
âsatoru,â you enunciate, frigid and final. âjust let me sleep. we can talk tomorrow.â a beat. the tiniest grumble resounds from your lips, tinged with exhaustion. âiâm too tired for this.â
under his breath, satoru winces. that palpable fatigue in your words sends a tremor running through his chest, discomforting, a shiver of his heart. you wonât look at him anymore, and the hint of finality in your tone makes him feel slightly dejected.
god, heâs awful at this. sincerity has never been his strong suit. heâs gotten better, lately, but itâs still so very foreign.
he didnât mean to make you angry, didnât mean to upset you. didnât mean for the lilt of his voice to make his apology sound insincere. but thatâs still what happened.
and satoru isnât quite sure what to do.Â
heâs tired. eyes heavy with lost sleep, glimpses of would-be nightmares he knows heâd have were he to fall asleep right now. an anxious lump has long since formed in the back of his throat, and he misses you. misses your presence, your warmth. misses the feeling of having you close, the knowledge that you havenât left yet.
(without you, he canât â)
a sigh. soft, and resigned, flowing from his lips.
the inner turmoil in satoruâs mind begins to fade, slowly but surely, smoothed away by the sight of you. bundled up in a blanket too small to cover you properly, lying in that cold and cramped bathtub, discomfort evident in your features. sadness dripping from the bitter words you grace him with.
so out of reach, too far for him to follow, a boundary he wants to cross more than anything. but something about that meek expression makes him falter, makes his heart twist and turn inside his ribcage.
(he knows that youâre tired, too.)
so satoru swallows his pride.
the words are spoken in a whisper, hushed, through a voice so low you wouldnât hear it if the silence of the bathroom wasnât so suffocating. a soft lilt of his voice, bare and raw. meek, in a way that makes him want to crawl under a rock and die. but itâs there, and he lets you hear it; that soft little truth.
â⊠i canât sleep without you.â
satoru doesnât look at you. his confession rings in your ears, laced together with a softness youâve come to associate with warm spring mornings and rooms so dark you canât see his face. moments in which satoru feels safe. safe enough to be sincere.
â inevitably, your heart begins to soften.
(heâs trying. itâs difficult for him, but heâs really trying. sincerity and honesty are things that have been used against him all his life, so itâs no wonder heâd be scared.)
itâs very hard to stay mad at him, when he sounds like that. when his words come out sounding a little too much like a plea, a silent call for help.Â
with hesitance, you allow your eyes to flutter open, shifting a little to get a better look at him. heâs there, staring into space â the man youâve grown to love so dearly. his tousled white hair, those slightly forlorn eyes. the vague darkness beneath them, slightly puffy skin. that tired, tired expression.Â
satoru taps the edge of the tub with the pads of his fingers, absentmindedly. index finger, middle finger, ring finger, over and over.
then, at last, he meets your gaze. and you think he swallows down a gulp, before smiling â itâs a pretty smile, somewhat tiny. a little sheepish, but awfully sincere. awfully satoru.
he tilts his head, gazing into your eyes with a tenderness that melts your heart to the marrow.
â⊠please?â
a second passes. then two.Â
soft and melodic, your heartbeat resounds in your ears, akin to a lullaby. like the call of a siren, coaxing you into giving in. and youâre weak, you realize, so very weak. just a smile and a tilt of his head, and youâre rendered utterly helpless.Â
(heâs just too pretty.)
without fully realizing it yourself, youâve begun to move, dragging yourself up with sluggish motions. blanket still draped over your shoulders, and pillow snug against your chest, you blink. drowsily, slowly. a little meekly.Â
and satoru brightens.
itâs visible, in the way he physically perks up, back straightening, smile finally reaching his aquamarine eyes. a blend between hope and affection sprouts in them, slathered over with something honeyed.
a soft grin blooms on his lips, and he opens his arms wide â silently beckoning you to fall into his embrace. a raspy coo tiptoes on his tongue.Â
âcâmere.â
before you can make a move to do so, satoru leans over. scooping you up with ease, as if you weigh absolutely nothing, tucking you into his warm embrace. smothering you in his cushiony chest.
almost instinctively, your arms go to wrap around his neck, cheek smushed against the warm skin of his shoulder. if you strain your ears, you think you can hear the soft patter of his heartbeat. he smells of the tiramisu you ate before going to bed, and just a hint of expensive cologne. he smells of comfort.
satoru is soft, and warm, and everything you need right now. lulling you back into that cozy, sleepy state. your very own personal dose of melanin.
with a big palm on the small of your back, satoru keeps you pressed up against his chest, as if you could change your mind and try to escape at any moment. he stands up, still holding you, and hikes your legs around his waist. breathing out a satisfied hum, before turning on his heel.
satoru smiles, and presses a kiss to the crown of your head. âletâs get you back to bed, baby.â
after turning the bathroom lights off, he begins to walk to your shared bedroom, still carrying you with one arm. always so strong and reliable. you know for a fact that heâs not going to drop you, so you opt to close your tired eyes; stretching out your limbs, lazily, releasing a quiet yawn that makes his lips curl up.
despite your lingering frustration, you find yourself nuzzling into the crook of his neck â and satoru coos, so painfully soft that you barely even hear it. the restlessness inside his own chest washed away, by the familairity of your body against his.
and before you know it, heâs dropped you down on the mattress. gently, but still enough to make you feel a little jostled, so close to falling asleep in his arms. he drags the blanket up to cover you, tucking you in; this one is bigger, with a fluffier texture, enough to cover you both with ease.
smiling softly at the sight of you all cozy, content in the knowledge that youâre finally comfortable, satoru crawls beneath the blanket and takes his rightful place beside you. eyes crinkled at the corners, rich with affection.
two strong arms reach around your waist, to pull you flush against him, until your head meets his chest and you can hear the soft thrumming of his heartstrings. then he sighs, in pure bliss, thoroughly content. melting into your embrace, rubbing his cheek against the side of your head, nuzzling into the warmth that seeps from your body to his.
he runs his big hands down your back, affectionately, rubbing circles into your skin. coaxing you into melting a little, too.
âsee, isnât this much better?â he smiles, a little cheeky. such a tease.
â⊠the bathtub was fine.â
a chuckle rumbles through his chest, rich with fondness. his hand goes to card through your hair, nimble fingers smoothing down your scalp and running through the soft strands. every touch gentle, full of care. every word soaked in a syrupy sweetness.
âstubborn girl.â
despite your best wishes, youâre too tired to bite back the blissful sigh that leaves your lips. a part of you still wants to protest, to push him away â
but then you start leaning into his touch. helpless to his warm hands, his soothing voice. satoru is just a little too good at making you melt. so good that you finally begin to let your guard down, nuzzling into his bare skin, sinking a little further into the mattress.Â
and satoru stifles a coo.Â
âhonestly,â he sighs, equal parts exasperated and amused. âsleeping in the bathtub⊠youâre so silly.â
before you have a chance to respond, heâs pulling back â ever so slightly, just to get a better look at your face. arms looped around his neck, you blink up at him with droopy eyes, and he canât resist the dopey grin that sneaks its way onto his lips. doesnât even begin to try, when you look so unbearably sweet.
unable to stop himself, he broaches the distance between you, leaning close to kiss the top of your nose. and you squeeze your eyes shut at the gesture, face scrunching up, but it only makes him chuckle. smiling, honey-sweet, he admires your sleepy pout. soaks up every soft little grumble that slips from your lips.
his hand comes to cradle your cheek, thumb smoothing down your cheekbone. just gazing at you, taking you in, every single contour of your face. there is only adoration in his eyes. something silently delighted, that seeps into his words, his raspy voice.
âmy pretty, pretty girl.â
a heat rushes to your cheeks. looking up at him, into those lovesick eyes, you canât help but grow flustered.
he looks so content.
all you manage is a weak furrow of your brows, pressing a palm against his bare skin. softly, as if pushing him away, forehead meeting his chest with a soft bonk. hiding away, so he wonât see how much his words affect you.
âlemme sleep, toruâŠâ you mumble, stifling a yawn.
unfortunately, your boyfriend is not one to give in so easily. before long, his fingertips are trailing across the skin of your jaw, coaxing you into lifting your chin. and youâre too sleepy to resist â practically melting, as he begins to smear openmouthed kisses all over your face. all you can do is close your eyes, attempting to ignore the sound of his exaggerated mwahs, frowning in a silent disapproval that you know you donât actually mean.
satoru notices it, though. he always does.
âyou still mad at me, baby?â he asks, in a way that sounds a little like heâs cooing at you. thereâs a teasing tilt to his voice, but itâs also a genuine question. your frown deepens.
averting your gaze with a soft huff, even as he cradles your jaw with his slender fingers, a pout plays at your lips. under his kind eyes, you feel just a bit meek â recalling your argument from before. absentmindedly, you fidget with the waistband of his shorts, hoping to ease your nerves.
despite your valiant efforts to direct your vocal cords in a different direction, the voice that spills from your lips comes out sounding just a tad hurt.
â⊠you never take me seriously.â
satoruâs eyes soften.
his smile falters, by a hair, a brief stilling of movement. subtle, but hard not to pick up on. thereâs a certain sense of shame in his irises, a genuine guilt stirring his heartstrings; several discomforting sensations, gnawing at the bones of his ribcage.
(you look so small.)
two hands reach out to cup your cheeks, big and warm. swallowing up your whole face. and before you can react, satoru leans in to press a sweet, chaste kiss against your lips. he tastes like tiramisu.Â
ââm sorry. we can talk about it tomorrow, okay?â he hums, and you can tell that he means it. âi promise that iâll take you seriously. for real, this time.â
as you look into those eyes of his, blue and soft around the edges, the last of your frustration is finally washed away. with a meek downward glance, and a faint nod, satoru relaxes â releasing a breath he didnât know heâd been holding. relieved at your silent forgiveness.
tomorrow, heâll definitely make it up to you. heâll hear you out, without opening his big mouth, or trying to skirt around any emotions that make him feel even slightly uncomfortable. smoothing a big palm down your back, he hopes you feel it as a silent apology.Â
for now, heâll just hold you. heâll hold you, and kiss all your worries away, and keep you comfy and warm. thatâs his duty. the only one heâd willingly choose, the only weight on his shoulders that never feels even a little bit suffocating. the only one he wouldnât cast away, if given the chance.
nuzzling back into the safety of his collarbone, your heartbeat settles into a drowsy rhythm, slow and serene. satoru squeezes you in a tight hug, reassuring. comforting.
he can be a handful, and a little insensitive, but you love him a lot. you canât imagine not loving him.Â
â⊠goodnight, toru,â you whisper. ready to give into sleepâs call, at last.
satoru smiles. you can hear it in his voice, sweet and silky, a soft curl of his lips. âgoodnight, honey,â he presses a kiss against your shoulder. warm, his breath on your skin. âi love you.â
a yawn escapes your throat. âlove you tooâŠâ you mumble, sleepily. that one soft truth, before your consciousness fades.
and satoruâs smile only grows. hopelessly, inevitably, in the same way his hands canât help but to bring you closer. until your heart is flush against his own, and he swears he can feel your heartbeats synchronize.
finally, with those three little words, satoru should be able to go to sleep. drifting off, he can only hope youâll still be in his arms by the time he awakens.
(then again; you always are, arenât you?)
#im not arguing w satoru gojo lol . whatever u say princess ! <3#this is an old piece that i polished a lil (lot) phshdh so the writing might not b anything special but !! i kinda like this toru .#just sleep-deprived n grumpy <33#gojo has this duality where he can be silly n goofy but then also serious when he needs to be⊠n kinda gruffâŠ.#but then he also has this. Sincere Tenderness to him. that i think would bleed through w someone he loves#hhhhh i love this man w all my heart T_T#usually i make all my fics gn but. smth abt satoru gojo âŠ. callling u his pretty girlâŠâŠâŠâŠ yeah. sorry. for being this way#me personally i would fold immediately but i respect reader for trying#gojo satoru#gojo satoru x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk x reader#gojo satoru x you#gojo x you#gojo x reader#gojo fluff#jjk fluff#jjk x you#gojo satoru x y/n#jujutsu kaisen x you
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Gaslighter? I hardly know her!
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#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#wei wuxian#lan wangji#jin guangyao#qin su#The parallels to the mulderskully comic were genuine scripting coincidences that I kept in for the irony.#wwx and mulder both have a strong need to show their beloved (investigation) partner the cool thing they just found.#Much to their chagrin and concern.#For as much of a mess the plot gets in The Untamed...one of the things it does probably the best of all adaptions is setting up JGY.#specifically how we spend time getting to know him as a *Regular Guy* around our deuteragonists' age.#I love how he's present in the cloud recess arc! I was rooting for him as a character! The twist villain reveal felt so heartbreaking!#Here in the audio drama (for as much as it does well) we pretty much get 2 scenes tops with this guy before he's villain monologuing.#before this we know him as 1) the guy NMJ yelled at a lot 2) a suspect 3) leader guy Jin Ling was partially raised by.#The elements are there but but not with any particular depth to make him...interesting (in this version).#Sure we get to learn more after the fact but it just falls so flat in comparison B*/#ohhhh noooo the guy we are pretty sure killed a guy is gaslighting his wife and has a secret torture chamber. And he's a politician.#not much of a mystery to it all innit.#Feel free to disagree or bring up differing points btw; I love media analysis convos and this truly is just my opinion.
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Indigo, RM
#Kim Namjoon#Namjoon#RM#BTS#btsedit#btsgif#sabedits#I have never used the RM tag omg#anyway I am madly in love with him and I'll never move on from Indigo era#he was SO fucking pretty#him in gif 3 I'm like that's THE love of my LIFE#just posting gifs whenever the fuck at this point idc
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Yeonjun about the strain he felt while preparing for his debut solo project â "GGUM" MAKING FILM
#yeonjun#choi yeonjun#tomorrow x together#txt#ggum: making film#gifs#creations#userzaynab#useryeonbins#skyehi#rosieblr#megtag#hibiebear#heyiri#ultkpopnetwork#kpopccc#kpopco#this are like the rawest emotions we've seen from him... I feel... it's really sad to watch him like this#i mean I know they're under lots of pressure and stress#It's only natural when you work with so many people who you could potentially disappoint#and I know it was his choice to make this solo project happen now but i feel like the company could manage his schedule better#because why he films till 3 am and then right next day has a flight to another country for a concert...#and now we know from soobin they're super busy again#I'm worried his body will just say 'enough' one day and something bad will happen :(#and you have him work so hard and stress and then all this losers online whose biggest achievement is getting 100 likes on a post#writing the worst things about him for no reason... its not that hard to be kind and you dont need to have an opinion about everything :D#at the end of the day that celebrity you hate so much is still pretty and successful#and you're just a friendless jobless empty-headed rotten fool with likes on a post that mean nothing once you close the ap#I'm just glad all this is still fun for him and that he has such a great support system: his members family staff who care about him and us#all we can really do is support them and send them lots of love fr ;; you've done well my jjunie ily â„
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Apollo and his once beloved Hyacinthus digital watercolor artwork I did for Apollo and also because of Iâm so impressed of @hymnoeides âs Apolloâs design (btw hey Ant, itâs Rougemier/ Necro Paean! This is just my side blog).
Important note is that the brush I use tends to make the color becoming really lighter than the originally picked one, besides, itâs the light and the watercolor texture made it even lighter,, so,, itâs not whitewashing just in case, itâs just how it had to be (I tried to darken the skin tone trust me,, so pardon me if you all feel uncomfortable with it,,)
#apollon devotee#apollo worship#omg hes so pretty#i love him#hyacinthus#my sunshine <3#please be happy#hellenic deities
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when i said i wanted to understand whateverâs going on in ivanâs head, i didnât mean like this đđ
#alnst ivan#alnst till#ivantill#alien stage#ooooh boy turns out ivanâs self esteem is pretty low in terms of love#makes total sense but itâs not what i expected from someone who looked so in control of what he wanted and was willing to pursue from till#he loves humbly which was my first intepretation of him before we even got round 3#itâs changed since then with more (mis)information leaked by vivinos to misdirect our understanding of him#so to get this clear dialogue of his final thoughts is really⊠clarifying#and terribly sad in a way#ivan loves till so much and is entirely aware that he hasnât been the most gentle of suitors#god i have many thoughts about this#ahhh ivan baby your feelings arenât shallow at all
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