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YOU’RE AN ANGEL, I’M A DOG ; SATORU GOJO
synopsis; an upcoming exam has been stressing you out, and satoru’s pleas for you to take care of yourself fall on deaf ears. thus, he sets his sights on your professor.
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contents; satoru gojo/reader, gn!reader, yan!gojo, as far as yanderes go he’s very mild i think (im sensitive u can trust me!!), mentions of blood, implied murder (not depicted!!), he threatens your professor w a knife lol, surprisingly fluffy??, gojo is soooo lovesick & smitten, he just wants his baby to live a happy life :( is that so wrong :((, also your parents love him <33 and he calls you honey <333 ideal man.
a/n; i blacked out & when i woke up this was in my drafts… mysterious. @kissxcore here u go alexis <33 one very smitten morally gray yan!gojo just for u!! i completely lost the plot halfway through but i had a lot of fun writing this!! :33 i don’t dabble in yan content at all so it was a fun lil challenge hehe, i hope it ended up . Somewhat .. decent…
satoru thinks you deserve everything good.
”haah…”
— the sigh spills into the air, like a dot of ink on paper, dripping with exhaustion; a palpable fatigue that has his heart clenching beneath his ribs.
just as he feared, you’re here. again. seated on the couch, in the living room, legs crossed and framed by flimsy strings of moonlight; illuminated only by the dim light of the laptop in front of you. carding through your hair, blinking sluggishly.
another sigh. deep, exasperated, from satoru this time. he keeps a single hand on his hip, brows furrowed in soft disappointment.
”honey… what do you think you’re doing?”
you jolt, the sudden sound breaking you out of whatever trance you were previously in. when your gaze flits to his, craning your head to see him rest against the wall leading up to your bedroom, he thinks you look a little like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar.
it makes him smile. despite his disapproval.
”ah — satoru! it’s… um.” a moment passes. he can practically see the gears of your mind turning, searching for a good excuse. ”… not what it looks like?”
he clicks his tongue. ”nice try.”
then he’s walking towards you, in long strides, gliding across the room like a butterfly in search of nectar. from the sweetest flower there ever was.
even when said flower is still awake, past midnight, pulling an all-nighter despite his frequent advice not to. his very frequent, very thoughtful advice not to strain yourself until you just about pass out.
but you just won’t listen.
”’m disappointed in you, baby,” he huffs, just playful enough to ward off any genuine feelings of distress. he could never truly be disappointed in his baby. ”what did we say about studying this late, hm?”
a sheepish chuckle slips past your lips. satoru is standing in front of you, hands on his hips, raising a questioning eyebrow as you squirm. lighthearted, yes, but genuine. it makes you feel a little guilty.
”… sorry,” you breathe, closing the lid of your laptop. knowing he won’t let you stay up any longer. with the loss of light, your face becomes shrouded in darkness. ”just can’t sleep when i’m so stressed.”
at that, satoru makes a tiny noise — something worried, a little sad, from the base of his throat. a soft frown finds its way onto his lips, and he blinks the sleep away from his senses. plopping down beside you.
”i know. i’m not trying to lecture you,” he croons, reaching out to cradle the apple of your cheek. you melt into him like molten honey, easy and sweet. ”just worried. know you’re stressed.”
and he does. he does know — it’s all he’s been able to think about, these past few weeks. to his dismay, he’s even begun to grow used to this sight, used to finding you in the midst of working yourself to exhaustion. fighting the urge to sleep, slumped over your desk, or cooped up on the couch. staring into your laptop like it holds the secrets of the universe.
time and time again, he’s told you to take care of yourself. tried to coax you into relaxing, rubbing your sore shoulders and kissing the puffy skin beneath your eyes. but this exam is important — you’ve told him as much, more times than he can count. he doesn’t doubt that you’re right.
of course you’d be stressed. he gets it.
still, though.
”but you know it’s not good, yeah? that it’ll just burn you out?” his thumb goes to smooth over the dark crescents beneath your eyes, gentle as a feather. ”we don’t want that, do we?”
you bite your lip. trapping it between your teeth. he knows you know. ”… yeah,” you admit, a flimsy little sigh on your tongue. ”it just feels easier to do this at night. don’t know why.”
”my little night owl.”
that makes you smile, a little, but it’s not enough to satisfy him. he curls an arm around your waist, and drags you into his lap; gentle, always gentle, like all that exists under your skin is made of porcelain. like the lines of your face form a string of words, a label of fragile: handle with care. he always does.
with his heartbeat by your ear, his warmth melting into yours, it’s easier to speak. a pressure on your chest that fades away. ”i’ll try not to do it again,” you murmur, biting back a soft yawn. nuzzling into his neck. ”promise. don’t wanna worry you…”
satoru softens.
(always so good to him.)
”it’s fine, honey. i understand.” he smiles, smoothing down your spine, counting the bumps of vertebra that slide along his palm. ”don’t worry that pretty little head of yours over me, alright?”
in return for his comfort, you wriggle away, lifting your head to give him a smile. one of your many smiles, each one fervently cherished by him; the one you’re wearing now is tired, a soft curl of your lips, the kind that makes him want to lull you to sleep. just the sight alone makes the anxiety in his veins feel like a worthy investment.
he doesn’t tell you anything that could cause that joy to diminish. doesn’t tell you that he can’t sleep without you, that he can barely breathe knowing you’re this stressed all time. doesn’t tell you that he jolted awake with a sinking feeling of dread, a gaping pit in his stomach when he didn’t immediately feel the warmth of your skin against his. doesn’t tell you that he always, always assumes the worst.
satoru doesn’t tell you these things. it’s a safety measure, an act of love. a bundle of unvoiced syllables, woven into white lies, silky and sweet. tailor-made to put your aching mind at ease.
satoru thinks you deserve everything good.
it’s a theory, of sorts, a train of thought. a hypothesis made manifest. after many years of pondering, he’s arrived at the following conclusion; you are all that’s good. therefore, it only follows that you deserve everything that’s good, all of it and more. satoru believes you deserve every single thing your little heart desires — and he’s determined to give it to you.
so he’s been worried.
it’s not that he doesn’t trust you. he knows you’ll ace the exam, knows you’ll do your very best, knows you’ll make him proud. you always do. you aren’t the problem, no, never.
he just doesn’t trust your professor.
that unfair, stuck-up, incompetent professor who’d fail his students just for being a couple minutes late, who curates his exams to be as convoluted as humanly possible. you and your friends are starting to suspect he just likes berating people for a living. satoru knows it all, he’s heard it all, of course he has. satoru pays attention to everything, when it comes to you. he knows all about your professor, the man who’s been making your studies pure hell for the past semester.
it makes his blood boil. steady, ruminating, hot and heavy in his veins. a rivulet of lava.
(it was only a matter of time.)
satoru is a teacher too; he knows that type. one that has no business being a teacher, in the first place, one no student deserves to be subjected to. he’s met more of them in his career than he could even begin to count. the thought of one of his own students being at the mercy of someone so incompetent makes his skin itch.
and the thought of you, seated on the couch, crying and sniffling when he comes home because none of the exam questions made enough sense for you to even try —
it makes satoru want to claw his skin off.
it makes that tiny, tiny cavern in his heart extend, widen, like a maw, swallowing up his liver and lungs and sense of morality. an emptiness begging to be filled.
there’s only one way to satiate it.
so he plants a wet kiss on your forehead, ruffles your hair, tucks you into bed and waits until you fall asleep. deep and heavy, a slumber you won’t wake up from anytime soon. he presses his lips to your forehead one more time — for good measure.
then he grabs his coat and slips outside.
the moon is visible through the window.
a thin crescent, nailed next to the dim stars, leaking a dream-like fluorescent shine; illuminating the office, so quiet he can hear those erratic breaths spill out, one by one. a heavy, heavy silence, thick enough to spread like butter over toast.
(ah, that’s right — he forgot to buy the butter you asked for this morning. no wonder he feels so out of sorts. he’ll have to grab it on his way back.)
”who… w — what are — ?”
satoru stays silent. lips pursed, eyes keen, burning into the back of the man in front of him. close, almost chest to back, enough to have him scowling in displeasure.
just being in his presence makes satoru feel a little sick.
he keeps the blade pressed right beneath his adam’s apple, a silver glimmer in an office painted blue and gray. not enough to sink into his skin, but enough to have his heartbeat hammering, enough that satoru can practically feel those rapid flutters of life. brushing against his gloved hand.
he gets straight to the point. voice muffled by the fabric covering his mouth, low enough that it’s barely even audible. he’s careful, about this kind of thing. there’s a delicacy to the ill intent, something he’d be a little enamored with if it weren’t for the compass stuffed into his ribs — the compass that tells him this is wrong.
he just can’t bring himself to care.
”the upcoming exam.” his voice sends a shiver down the man’s spine. satoru can feel it. ”don’t fail a single student.”
silence. pure silence, suffocating them, tangling itself into the air. satoru can practically taste it — fear, familiar, that pang of panic. a ticking time-bomb. the knife stays pressed against warm skin, pushing, sinking, just a little, a drop of red against his pale throat.
it’s enough to get your professor to make a little noise, one that vaguely resembles a whine. like that of a small animal, rolling over on its belly, eager to play dead. no word is spoken in reply, but he nods, just barely, a nervous tremble of his head.
satoru hums, approving. ”good.” he doesn’t loosen his grip. ”there’s a particular student i’m worried about. marked them down in the catalogue... i’m counting on you.”
another noise. a grunt of affirmation, a silent plea — satoru allows that fear to seep into his own bones, just a little, just to get a taste of it. cold on his tongue. he wonders if this is what helplessness feels like.
then he takes a step back. slow, tentative, dragging the knife with him. not before parting his lips once more. ”don’t turn around,” he warns. ”i’ll be back if there are any complications. this’ll be our little secret, hm?”
the man in front of him doesn’t say a thing. frozen in fear, paralyzed, not moving an inch. a fly trapped in his web. it’s a relief.
before he exits the room, satoru puts the final nail in the coffin. just in case. ”i happen to know what school your daughter goes to.” he waits for a flinch, and it comes almost instantly. like clockwork. “remember that.”
it’s an empty threat. your professor doesn’t know that, though. he doesn’t know that satoru knows his daughter, that he walks past her preschool almost every morning on his way to work. that she waves to him whenever he passes by, and that he makes it a point to always wave back. a little troublemaker; the rowdiest of utahime’s preschoolers. she has a bubbly laugh, and just lost one of her milk teeth. she was giddy when she showed him, a bout of giggles spilling from her lips as he cooed and ruffled her hair.
he wouldn’t lay a finger on her.
but your professor doesn’t know that, hasn’t got a single clue, and satoru delights in the fear that must be running through his veins. down his spine, crawling into every narrow of his skeleton, making a home for itself that he’ll never quite be able to root out.
a gulp. satoru hears it, in the quiet of nightfall, just before he shuts the door behind him. good.
the rest of the evening is a blur. satoru gets home, relieved to find you still asleep, and tucks you into his chest. makes a mental reminder to order your favorite take out tomorrow; a little reward for your hard work.
finally, he can sleep easy. knowing you’ll get what you deserve.
three weeks later, satoru places his hand on the familiar doorknob in front of him, dragging his weight behind him. blinking sluggishly.
there’s a sinking feeling in his chest, weighing him down — like an anchor tied to his liver. a compass, tucked between his fourth and fifth rib, one that’ll always stay lodged right there. he’s learned to grow used to it, a natural consequence, a sign that his humanity is still intact.
that doesn’t make it any less bothersome, though.
(ridding the world of a pest shouldn’t make him feel dirty. especially when he felt nothing but contempt for the pest in question, for the way he whistled as you walked by, the words he spewed before satoru met his eye. vile. putrid. why should he feel guilty for wiping a stain off the pavement?
it does make him feel dirty, though. a sinking feeling in his chest.)
there’s nothing to be done about it. satoru swallows the unpleasant taste on his tongue, and drags the door open, closing it behind him with a softness he reserves for you alone.
and there you are.
on the couch, farther away, already looking his way — lips instantly curling up into what he knows will be a smile. this time, it’s laced with excitement. one of his personal favorites. his gaze devours the joy in your features, the glimpse he gets of your teeth, that familiar crinkle of your eyes.
you’re smiling. at him. you smile and his world wakes up, it’s dyed in different shades of blue, it’s brimming with life and love and something too good not to kill for. you smile and everything is right, good, worth it. you smile and it's as if the blood has been washed off his hands.
suddenly, all is well again. satoru exhales a blissful little breath.
“‘m home, honey,” he grins, a light pink dusting his cheeks, hanging his coat up before turning to face you. arms wide open. “did you miss me?”
his heartbeat stutters when you practically engulf him, all giddy giggles and that perfect smile, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. “mhm,” is what you chirp, pressing kisses down his collarbone, and he has to bite down on his lip to stop the shivers trailing down his spine. he tastes iron, but laps it up with a coo. sickly-sweet.
“missed you too, precious,” he purrs. “sorry i was gone for so long — had to take care of something.”
he cups the back of your skull with his palm, large and crafted just to hold you, and marvels at how much you trust him. how you’re melting into his chest, fitting into every crevice of his heart. he wants to keep you there forever. forever and ever, always within reach, always close enough to touch.
but he also wants you to be happy. he wants to see you run away, wherever the wind takes you, if only so he’ll get to feel you jump into his arms again, when you’ve had your fill of the world. when you come home to him, where you both belong.
satoru would never cage you. never, never, never. he wants you to enjoy your life — confining you wouldn’t do any good, would only stifle that pretty smile he loves so dearly. he wants your world to be large, brimming with life, blooming with fervor, wants the air to be clear enough for your beautiful lungs. he couldn’t build a world for you, here, in this apartment. no matter how big or luxurious.
so his only option is to bend the world into a kinder shape — twist and mold until it forms a path good enough for you to follow.
(it’s worth it, he knows, he’ll always know. it’s worth it to see that smile.)
“is that a new coat?” you ask, naive and innocent, and it breaks him out of his thoughts, attention wired to the lilt of your voice.
“yeah.” it’s stylish, expensive, a nice shade of black. he had to throw the last one away. “looks nice, right? i’ll get you the same one, pretty.”
“you don’t have to, toru!” you hurriedly exclaim, knowing he’ll jump at the opportunity to spoil you. “i like the one i have now!”
satoru pouts. a soft huff, right by your ear. “you don’t wanna wear matching coats?” he feigns sadness, scratching softly at your scalp, drinking up the little purrs that bubble up in your throat.
and you giggle. you giggle and all he can think is worth it, worth it, worth it. a stained coat or two means nothing. the blood on his hands is just insurance.
“well, when you put it like that…” you shift a little, curling your arms around his neck, breathing him in. he wonders if you can smell the cleaning detergent. “i guess i wouldn’t mind a new coat.”
and he grins. “right? want me to buy you new shoes while i’m at it? some jewelry?” he peppers kisses down your neck, amusement laced in his voice. “the whole store?”
again, those giggles. again and again. he laps them up like fine wine. “okay, that’s too much.”
“but you deserve it!” he whines, sickeningly sweet. sick to his stomach with love. “been working so hard, my angel.”
and, suddenly — you light up. his little firefly. brightening, inhaling a giddy breath. pulling away, a little, and he does his best to bite back the frown on his face. you’re practically beaming, sunshine personified, eyes glittering with giddy joy.
“right! i almost forgot!”
then you’re skipping away, happily, to retrieve your phone. and he knows what you’re going to show him, but still feigns surprise when he sees the score on your exam, that perfect 100 on the screen. still makes an expression of shock that he knows will get you to laugh, still picks you up and spins you around and tells you how proud he is.
he almost, almost feels bad, seeing you smile so wide; at what you assume to be the fruits of your own labour. almost feels ashamed, knowing that perfect 100 wouldn’t exist without the knife at your professor’s throat.
but, then again, this is how it should be. those numbers are the fruits of your own labour, because satoru is a part of you. and you deserve it, deserve it more than anyone — he knows you would have gotten it, even without his help, if your professor was competent enough to see your brilliance.
satoru smiles. he is proud of you. and this is exactly how it should be. he’s just bending the world into its rightful shape, cutting strings from a wrongly woven web, righting the wrongs of the people around you.
you, you, you. the only thing that exists.
all of him is for you.
”i knew you could do it. never doubted you for a second, baby,” he smiles, so wide his cheeks hurt, and you return it with a kiss to his jaw.
”thank you. i’m just so relieved,” you exhale a breath, heavy, and it’s like he can practically see the stress melting from your shoulders and eyes. worth it, worth it, worth it. ”gosh. i’m gonna sleep like the dead tonight.”
”as you should,” satoru chirps, pinching your side. softly, brimming with fondness. ”but before that, we’re gonna celebrate. all day. and tomorrow too!”
another smile coaxed from your lips; this time, it’s a little bit shy. bashful, at the praise, his endless excitement. so precious he wants to kiss you breathless. give you all the air in his lungs.
so precious that he forgets about everything else.
this is what you always do to him; wrap him up in a blanket of your love, cloud his veins with a nectar so sweet he takes the leap into your arms without a second thought. a foolish, lovesick butterfly, sticking to a single rose; dripping with honey, overflowing. the butterfly is too drunk on love to care.
you’re his flower, his joy, the most useful form of anesthesia. with you in his veins, on his mind, your lips on his jaw — satoru can pretend that his hands are clean. that they always have been.
it all slips from his mind. your professor, the creep who catcalled you yesterday, that one classmate you’ve been complaining about recently. he forgets that they even exists, and satoru thinks that must be what love is: something that narrows your world down until you can make a home out of it.
(something worth holding onto, no matter the cost.)
as always, it’s your voice that snaps him out of the trance he’s in. turning around at the sound of your call, the orpheus to your eurydice, too in love to save you from himself. you’re both getting ready to head out, dressing up for a well-deserved date.
satoru feels himself smile. he does the dirty work, and you get to reap the rewards. heaven on earth.
“oh, by the way! would you want to have dinner with my parents tomorrow?” you meet his absent gaze with a tilt of your head. “they’ve been asking about you again. it’s such a headache, seriously.”
satoru giggles, barely containing how delighted he is. raising a playful brow. “oh? grumpy that you aren’t the favorite child anymore, hm?”
“okay, first of all —“ you stifle a giggle, pulling a drawer open, rummaging through it. freshly washed clothes. he washes most of your things. “you aren’t their child. and second of all —“
“— yet.”
a pause.
satoru watches your gaze flick over to him, then back to the drawer, collecting yourself. a cute flush to your cheeks. “… whatever.” you clear your throat. “second of all — i don’t like how much they like you. what kinda spell did you put them under? it’s always satoru this, satoru that!”
a huff fills the air, and you mutter something that sounds a little like mocking, an obnoxiously imitated where’s satoru? that makes him chuckle into his fist.
he shrugs. “i’m just a natural charmer, y’know? and, for the record; i would love to have dinner with them.” he sends you a wink, playful, and you roll your eyes. “are you joining us?”
a bout of laughter pushes past your lips, and satoru thinks he could die happy — just soaking up the joy that spills from out your throat. he wishes he could live in it, paint your house in it, wear it. he wants your joy to be all he ever feels. he feels sick at the idea of ever being out of earshot for it.
“yes, i’m joining you.” your scoff is dripping with humour. ”i’d hate to be the fourth wheel, but it is what it is.”
satoru stifles a grin. ”lucky me. three beauties all to myself,” he drawls, a seductive lilt to his voice, just to hear that little noise you always make with the back of your throat. vaguely disgusted.
”you’re so gross.”
a coo. like the buzzing of a bee. ”don’t be jealous, honey. know you’re my favorite, don’t you?” satoru smiles — more sincere than you’ll ever know. ”could never love anyone else.”
”so my parents are in second place?” you quirk a brow, amusement lacing your words, and he clicks his tongue.
”well, they made you. i’d have to be a fool not to worship artists of such caliber.”
”charmer.”
”yours.” the word is a knife at his throat, a stain on his coat, a love so heavy it’ll burn him alive. ”only yours.”
and again, you smile. all he can think is that you deserve everything, everything he could ever give you. it’s all he can think as you go about your day, as he leads you outside, as he watches that flicker of joy dance inside your iris. as he watches you walk wherever your heart takes you.
the thought remains when you return home, when you wrap yourselves up in blankets and he throws a leg over your waist and you curl an arm around his ribcage. it’s all he can think.
satoru was born to be of service — to someone, to the world, to something or another. he was born to carry a weight on his back, so why not bear the weight of your burdens?
all he wants is to protect you. all he’ll ever need is that smile on your face. he was always bound to be just this: a dog at your heels, a halo around your head, the watchful eye keeping you safe from everything rotten in this world. he’s the butterfly, the spider, the web itself. and he’ll never let you be tangled up in it.
he was born to be of service to you. so service you he will, until it all comes back to bite him.
“satoruuu — stop stealing the blanket!”
he prays it never will.
#im a lil unsure how to feel abt this piece i feel like it lost its flow pretty quickly 😔👉👈but i rlly did have fun writing it hehe#my baseline for yan!gojo is basically; a kind man who’s so in love w u that he’s willing to compromise his own morals to keep u safe#he’s not particularly possessive or even obsessive?? to him violence really is just . a necessary means to keep u happy#this is almost definitely the only yan piece ill ever write bUT im very fond of this gojo … he’s a tortured little meowmeow <33#cw yandere#yandere gojo#gojo x reader#gojo x you#gojo x y/n#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk x y/n#gojo fluff#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru x you#gojo satoru x y/n#tw yandere
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here's a cute hazard voiceline i caught while saving my lifeweaver
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ah 2024, the year of obey me and changing my art style every month as i please
#my art#2024 art summary#ok my tags are my safe space so ill be a bit sappy for a sec#im bad at words but genuinely thank you so much for your support <333 youre all way too nice to me and i WILL cry that is a threat#im just very happy and very lucky and wah im gonna go overthink the path that led me here#anyone that has ever told me my art has made them feel a thing has forever touched me in ways you'll never know#its a big reason that despite the way a lot of things in my life feel kinda stacked against me doing art i keep doing it anyway#excited for 2025 cause i have a lot planned and i cant wait for yall to see :>
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traumatized dickweeds turn to torturing each other so they can distract from the fact that they both need therapy
#starscream is terrified that he feels kind of getting for thinking de@ththre#@ts at metalhawk#and bumblebee is terrified that he doesnt feel any guilt at all#and only one other bot knows it so the accomplice must be destroyed any gaslighting distactable means possible#' YOU need THERAPY' ' NO yOU NEED THERAPY. ' ' I DONT NEED THERAPY. I JUST FILMED AN AD FOR MENTAL HEALTH AWARENESS'#' fat fuck probably took up 29 cameras to film just you'#' THE TITAN. DIDNT. CHOOSE. YOU'#and then they both say keep yourself safe bcs theyre just so kind#me drawing starscream like an scp : now THIS is secy to me !!!#bee is an scp too they were Made for each other otter#starscream who everyone sees as an scp: everyone screams cries runs away tells to get help#bee: literally just a guy who happens to be a bitch. what happened to having fun and whimsy in this world anymore :\#bee who everyone sees as their lil friend nothing more : uoughhh so cute the smol protecc him omg!!#starscream: he kicked me while i was down & told me he hoped that made me infertile#' hes a fucking little bitch is what he is. im gonna get him pregnant now.' real life starscream quote Real i was maccadam.#maccadam#starscream#bumblebee#tf idw#idw scumbag bee enjoyer#metalhawk#whatever he has like no content anyways ill include him ig#transformers#starbee#the way i made shipart then almost forgot to tag the ship#GUILTY* KIND OF GUILTY* bruh
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Local adult proshipper infamously hates badly behaved children.
More at 12.
#no but seriously if i irk you so much you are free to leave#nobody is keeping you here#block me and scoot along#because rn youre just proving my point#i explicitly stated what kinda kids i comsider brats#either you know youre one of them atp or you think there should be some child rebellion to boot adults off the internet#and frankly#you can fuck off#in your defense of yourself you are merely proving why i dislike ill mannered brats#now follow the proship code#block me#and go away#thank you#proshippers against censorship#jackal barks#proship please interact#proshippers please interact#proship positivity#proship#proshipper safe#proshipping#proshipper#anti anti
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sun hasn’t even risen yet and I’m feeling so emotional about how Dan is living proof that growth takes time but is so worth it and sometimes you don’t work through the hard stuff until you’re well into adulthood bc just getting by took enough energy and you simply didnt have the tools yet and we now know that things got so dark for him and im sure the darkness will come again bc that’s how these things go but now he’s smiling with his crows feet and laugh lines and silly clothes bc now he can love his body enough to put it in silly outfits before going out into the world and he’s goofy and playful and in love and idk guys life can be so defeating and it sure was for him at times but here he is this gleaming imperfect beautiful example of work and growth and acceptance and self love
#love you Dan I’m sorry that I’m such a sap about Dan#but idk man it’s 15 yrs and he was just a boy and then he was just a scared mess#trying to keep everything under control#and now he doesn’t have to bc he’s safe in himself#and Liam’s dead and maybe that tangentially has something to do with how I’m feeling#bc man I’ve lost so many people to mental illness#and I know it’s so complicated and to use that broad stroke categorization to describe something so personal is simply wrong#but it’s also not all that complicated we just need to feel safe and worthy and loved and need to have enough space in our psyche for hope#enough space to imagine a tomorrow. and when you don’t have that it’s so hard to just keep on trudging through the mess. but it is worth it#and the fog clears#dan and phil#dan howell#me yapping
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''i like moon knight'' ''i hate marc spector''
#GET OUT.#MARC MY POOKIE COME HERE ILL KEEP YOU SAFE#marc spector#moon knight#steven grant#jake lockley#oscar isaac#oscar isaac characters#marvel
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so many times i want to post lyrics but the lyrics themselves don't fully hit if you aren't hearing exactly how they're being sung like lets just sit together in a quiet room and listen to the whole song with az lyrics open
#does this with every dry the river song#everyone do this with demons dry the river rn so you understand what i mean when i say#under the weight of belief you shiver and shake like a leaf#but death is a force not a man on a horse. ill keep you safe while you sleep
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i haint watched the dang chibisode and idk if ill actually watch it with sound on sdfjk but i have a hurt feeling about them casually imbuing perry with speech for a one off gag because the idea that he needs to talk to communicate is fake. we had 4 seasons of wacky magic hijinks cartoon where perry never needed verbal speech to communicate. they couldve done this gag at any point in the show but they didn't, and the fact that they didn't felt significant. perry's muteness is such a core part of his character, to me, to the way i conceive of him/write him. i don't wanna overreact to a goofy little side cartoon (even tho i'm doing it anyway) but it's still the characters, and it still upsets me! ok that's it i've said my piece
#ill watch it at some point but despite my silence i have been like obsessively anxious about this cartoon#and pestered my friend to watch it for me sDFJKL#in a month this will have either ruined pnf for me forever or i'll have changed my mind and i like it actually its fine#for now anyway i have tons of comic sketches about perry's muteness that i no longer wanna finish and share...maybe someday but not now#i had a rly great day actually but now im falling asleep in bed tipsy and a little teary over this. cuz i love perry a lot he's#really special to me. i also got that star wars perry shirt in the mail today btw. and. it's such a good pj shirt#but back on topic#it sucks when an aspect of a character that is CORE to your appreciation of them becomes casually disregarded by the writers at some point#like im certainly not ever accepting an interpretation of perry like 'secretly hed really like to be able to talk' because its#never ever been communicated. like the idea that heinz wd prefer if perry was human. its just not in the show. the opposite is true in fact#so im left feeling stupid for caring about something that some writers(inc. dan) felt was unimportant. makes me not wanna continue my art#which sux cuz i like my comic ideas! id love to finish them. i hope i get over this.#i overreact to live-updating media when im fixated on it wh is why i prefer getting into dead fandoms haha#but they keep on bringing them back to life dont they...im never safe#it was funny me trying to explain to my friend why i efel so strongly about this meanwhile hes tried to explain why he feels so strongly ab#ut AYA and my stance on that episode has always just been “cute! its fine” lmao#@ dwampy you guys made the show that follows a specific rhythm and set of rules designed to appeal to obsessive autistic brained people ok#you invited my overreaction. unsheathes katana etc#ok im goint to sleep#meta
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I see a lot of posts on the internet saying something along the lines of, “I can’t believe people need a god(s)/religion to convince them not to murder or do something awful. I don’t do that stuff because I have basic empathy.”
And while I do see where these people are coming from, and, to an extent, agree, we can’t discount the effort of people out there who are not hurting others solely for reasons other than empathy.
If the only reason you aren’t harming people is because you don’t want to be arrested? That’s fine.
If the only reason you aren’t harming people is because you don’t want to ruin your reputation? That’s okay.
If the only reason you aren’t harming people is because of a religious or spiritual belief, good!
If the only reason you aren’t harming people is because you want other people to admire you. That’s fine.
If the only reason you aren’t harming people is because of social or financial repercussions, okay.
If the only reason you aren’t harming people is because of anything other than empathy, that’s okay.
Low empathy isn’t a personal failure. All that matters is people around you are safe and respected. And if that’s something you can only accomplish because of physical repercussions, that’s okay.
Though it would be nice for everyone to be nice to each other out of empathy, that is just something super difficult, to even impossible, for some. And any effort to not harm people (physically or mentally) is valid.
#it’s hard because I do get where people who say this come from#and once again I agree to a small extent#keeping people safe is more important than policing why a person isn’t hurting another person#you cant sympathize with overly empathetic people without sympathizing with non empathetic people#mental health#positivity#self care#mental illness#self help#bpd#npd#npd safe#actually bpd#aspd#low empathy#cluster b#psychology#therapy#self love#self esteem#self worth#self improvement#self h@rm#thinspø#neurodivergent#neurodiversity#autism#autistic#actually autistic#daddy issues
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I'm back! (Maybe)
Hello everyone! I'm opening asks again since I feel bad that I haven't been posting lately. Though my creative block is still there, I'm hoping that by opening and answering asks, I'll slowly be able to get my creative juices running again.
However, don't expect much art, if there is, it will not be as refined as it used to be. At most, it'll be sketches, but perhaps one piece might get to the rendering phase, I can only hope that's the case.
But yes, ASKS ARE OPEN AGAIN!
#storyteller update#ill keep this in the notes but tbh it was the perfectionism that stopped me from creating anything#i love you guys and I know yall are happy with anything i make#but its more on my own issues#im too good of a creative god had to nerf me#anyways once i get over my perfectionism nobody is safe
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"BPD makes you have low self worth" well apparently not because my brain still insists that things that have nothing to do with me surely are because of me :/
#feel horrible. this isnt about me. something terrible happened and you're more worried about feeling upset? about worrying they hate you?#this is why i hate plans. something always happens#what if they leave? what if i never hear from them again? what if they change? what if they take their life? i cant be there with them#i cant help i cant keep them safe i cant hold them i can't but its not about me why am i so selfish? why do i make it about me?#hate myself a lot rn. i wanna fix it but i cant. so what the fuck do i do? i know its out of my control but i need to do something#i know ill just make it worse im so fucking stupid#sad thoughts#vent blog#sad blogging#vent#vent post#venting#actually mentally ill#actually traumatized#personal vent#actually obsessive#bpd vent#bpd feels#bpd thoughts#bpd problems#bpd
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tablet died right when i finished that wanda doodle but i still wanna doodle what if i ended it all
#snap chats#'snap thats a bit much dont you think' I KNOW KJARLKFJAR#whatever ill play rivals then ... its fine .... im ok .... i just wanted to draw tonight WHATEVER#i am once again having that 'problem' where Now That I Have Time i want to draw so many things#its so nice being excited to draw and not worrying about stuff i have to draw.... so cool i should have breaks more often vjALKJAKJ#I Want To Draw So Many Things OK PLAN OF ATTACK FOR RN#dont look if you dont want spoilers for what im gonna post in the coming days ..... or.. be disappointed when i dont jvlKAJLK#theyre vague as hell wtf am i on. i never reveal the plots for my drawins...... most of the time... 'plot' such a strong word girl shut up#theyre all comics because i can only draw comics ig idfk i hate myself. but i love cherik ... and thats what theyre all about. ofc.#i already started sketching one so maybe ill finisht aht tomorrow and theeene the other comic i have in mind shoudl Also be short#prob like. a page or two.. if i dont get extra with it..#and then Last One which'll prob take me back into my semester starting that one.....#i keep thinking it'll be a Big Grand Thing and maybe the nsft version but safe for tumblr ...#maybe like a page or two. three maybe.... or four.. idk we'll see#OR DONT HAHAHAHA i should be shot. ok BYYYYEEE im gonna go get shot <- playing marvel rivals
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mouthwashing the game has bewitched my soul. It's got those good breakdowns of shielding abusers due to the bro code. The Consequences of your actions. The Consequences of your inactions.
And my favourite flavor of them all, betrayal.
The author's betrayal to be precise. The lying protag. The guy who you think you can believe but he who does nothing but say untruths and through his twisted understanding of the people arouund him, you the Viewer are also forced to come to the warped conclusions.
It's even got the Other side of the loyal dog to oh captain my captain. The perverse version of right hand man. On the right side and powerful but not in the centre and with the most power. You're under him in hierarchy but you're also beneath him, always in his shadow.
That's your best friend. That's the guy who you mooch off of. That's the guy who covers for your sins. That's your highly competent and likeable leader who still for better or worse tries to fix your fuck ups. That's the guy who everyone else depends on and he stays humble and jovial and he still tries so so hard to keep you on the right track and whenever you veer off and do something irrational he tries to bring you back and he cares about you.
And most of all you HATE him.
He's a better person than you. He's a better man than you. And you're a jealous little boy, insecure about your talents. Doesn't matter that you're co-pilot, his right hand man, second in command. You're not Pilot. You're not First.
You will always put him first (after yourself) and save him before anyone else (after a little torture of course).
#you hav eto understand#it's never jimmy's fault#ever#mouthwashing#I would say toxic yaoi and#that is what i'm saying but like#they're not gay#they have that striaght gayness called th ebrocode#yknow the one#its ok you raped someone ill keep you safe bro#all my horror game nonsense goes onto the gl blog#but the vibes of this post are too homoerotic for that
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hate when you're a behemoth but this bigger behemoth won't leave your (back)side. it's like he thinks you're friends or something . (Blitz will immediately come crawling back to astro bcs a caterpillar tried chewing on him or smthing after he shook it out a tree bcs hes an asshole & now he needs vengeance )(help*)
🏈- primus, astrolame, can't you go somewhere with your huge self and stop stalking me like some giant shadow??? you're making femmes think i'm a SHORT GIANT?? ( you are 🚂 . ) (that's not fucking fair & You Know It 🏈. ) go get some femmes on your spike- hang out with some FRIENDS, for scrap's SAKE LeaVe mE ALonE??!! PRIMUS, you're SOFT- don't you have ANY FRiENDS ( also has none ) ?? 😾‼️ 🚂 - tra-
🏈- istp(rimus) if you say trains. trains don't count . they NEVER counted-
🚂 - well can you? can you count, blitz .
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🏈 - answer my question first, spikehead . (BoOM! FIRST! ONE!!! ☝️‼️ that's like- a NUMBER, RIGHT??? ... IN UR FACE, THOMAS THE POOPOO TRAIN ahhhaaa 😋😋😝 )
🚂- ....... ... i have you .
🏈 - ....
#theyre both being playful or at least the rude af decepticon version of it#astrotrain is playing up his softness to make blitz even more mad but he didnt expect blitz to be actually#for once in his life#a little lost for words for a Good while#eventually he snarls bares his fangs and glances away after hissing a heated shaddup#which makes astro pause for a moment now#eventually they go pick themselves up from that little stumble and go back to joking around but theyre both stil#secretly thinking abt it#not pictured is soundwave watching bcs hes always watching thinking I Know What You Are.#he reads their thoughts like watching a telenovela#he loves how they say they hate each other to each other while having No other friends#blitz is always scrambling back and astros arms are always open even tho the fists are balled they will end up together somehow#'KEEP YOURSELF SAFE' ' ILL SQUEEZE YOUR INTAKE SHUT'#2 hrs later blitz is against a wall#he said no mechmo tho so it's ok theyre still on the market hashtag erm ladies hashtag#astrotrain#blitzwing#transformers#transformers generation one#transformers g1#maccadam#astroblitz
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