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nobody asked but heres my ranking of every ace attorney game bc im feeling silly 🤪 ((this is soso biased lmao take w/all the salt))
TGAA Resolve
Trials & Tribulations
TGAA
Professor Layton vs. Ace Attorney
Apollo Justice
Investigations Prosecutors Gambit
Spirit of Justice
PW Ace Attorney
Justice For All
Investigations
Dual Destinies
i yap so so much under cut if you wanna know my thought process
(this is all mainly for me to see how/if my opinions change at all after i replay all of em, not to spark conflict at all. no hate at all i genuinely love all of these games!!)
TGAA2: I genuinely believe that the chronicles should be counted as one game, and they’re the best game, but if I had to choose the stronger of the two, I’d have to say Resolve. I genuinely believe that it may be Shu Takumi’s best work- it takes all the best aspects of each Ace Attorney game that the series has spent the past 23 years refining and showcases all of them at their best. the cases all seamlessly add to one large story, while still each being unique on their own, the setting is beautiful, and nearly every character has their own gorgeous arc which comes to a head in this game. literally I genuinely think this might be a perfect game
T&T: what can I say about this game that hasn’t already been said? it acts as a perfect conclusion to every plot thread the games have spent building up, and a beautiful conclusion to so many characters’ arcs. not only does it have some of the most satisfying and heartwrenching plot twists and characters, it also features some of the most memorable cases of the entire series, with only one (debatably two) real let downs, but even those have something to love. genuinely all around great game.
TGAA: the only reason TGAA1 is lower is because it has a much less satisfying conclusion that feels forced. TGAA spends all its time setting up character arcs for TGAA2 to finish, which is why I really think they should be counted as one game. however, TGAA1 is still an amazing game, with some of the best cases in the entire series by far, and really pushes the setting to its limits in ways I wish the series did more. Speckled Band and Runaway Room really feel like they take ideas previous games toyed with and explore them to their fullest and i love them
PLVSPW: okay this is definitely a controversial one, but plvspw, I genuinely believe, is just a perfect little game! its a little goofy, but it takes the best aspects of both series and uses them beautifully. while the plot ends a little... crazily, every step of the way there is fun. and since there were so few restraints, they had the freedom to use the characters however they want, so its little surprise that this game has some of the characters at their best, with truly heartbreakingly emotional moments. even if youre not a fan of either series, this game acts as a perfect standalone game that can act as an entry into either, but also is an amazing game on no merits but its own
AJ: this game is basically tied with PLVSPW. the only reason this game isn’t as well liked is because the series did such a retcon to act like it never happened (thanks takeshi yamezaki /s). the changes to the setting, the plots it sets up, and all the characters are amazing and have so much potential, only to end up wasted on future games. the darker, more serious plot doesn’t clash at all with the goofy vibes ace attorney is used to, and the plot itself uses the characters wonderfully, and the gameplay is fresh and new. I genuinely think that if DD never happened this would have been an amazing introduction to a new era of games, but alas. yamazaki 😔
AAI2: probably yamazaki’s best work by a long shot. the new gameplay is an amazing change I wish the series kept, and the plot, while a little contrived, is interesting, and not as moonlogicy as future games would get. the spritework is maybe the best in the series, the new characters are all amazing, and it has some truly amazing arcs. it uses the characters to their fullest, better than even the original trilogy sometimes imo
SOJ: I know having this game so high is definitely controversial, but I think this game has so many more redeeming qualities than people want to remember- namely, it’s treatment of past characters. personally I hate 90% of the newly introduced plot and characters in this game, but the way it attempts to make up for DD’s mistakes with AJ characters is so good. 6-2 and 6-4 are maybe some of the most slept-on cases which really flesh out Trucy and Apollo’s characters how they never got to in the last game, and Athena and Blackquill weirdly get an extremely compelling case which showcases their wonderfully entertaining sibling dynamic we rarely get to see. I hate khura’in with a passion, I hate how Maya gets characterized, and I think 6-5.1 is genuinely the worst case in the entire franchise, but 2 and 4 are so good I genuinely think it redeems this game slightly, at least in my eyes. it makes an attempt to make up for DD’s mistakes, which does not go unnoticed.
PWAA: this game suffers the same problem as TGAA, in that it sets up a lot of plots which later games flesh out, but all fall somewhat flat in this game. 1-4 is such a good case that people seem to forget how lackluster the rest of the cases are, namely 1-1 and 1-3, which are pretty boring. 1-2 suffers from the game’s short run and lack of care put into the characters, and, again, serves better to set up plots than resolve them meaningfully. i think, had we better known the characters before the case, it would have had much more of an emotional impact. however the game is overall a good time, and isn’t bad by any means, just uses its run to set up plots for the future
JFA: I genuinely wanted to put this game lower, but like physically could not. 2-4 might be the best case in ace attorney imo, like genuinely S tier case, but that alone can’t save the fact that every other case in this game is so bad. 2-2 is by far the second best in the game but, again, suffers from existing moreso to set up plots than resolve them. it does have an extremely satisfying conclusion that could only benefit from Lotta’s absence PLEASE. 2-1 and 2-3 are so bad though, they singlehandedly drag this game down with them.
AAI: another case of a game with a lot of good aspects being dragged down by so so much trash. all the stuff thats good about this game is done better in the second. the cases are convoluted, the plots are simultaneously so big and yet so boring, and the characters are not at their best. seriously, aai2 does everything so much better than this game. it does do a lot of fun stuff with trilogy characters and for that i love it, but the gameplay is also not working in its favor. + no eustace so :/
DD: im sorry, i really want to love this game, but all its good stuff is just fine, and all its bad stuff is abysmal. the new characters and ideas it introduces are all so good!! in theory- but then they cast them all aside in favor of callbacks and characters from past games. but then they do those past characters so horribly dirty that its not even enjoyable. DD takes a list of all of ace attorney’s worst traits and treats it like a checklist- and by god does it tick every box. what makes me hate this game so much is that it has so many good ideas that i genuinely love!!! but it uses none of them to their full potential in favor of doing so much stupid shit. SOJ at least tried to do something new- it failed, but an effort was at least made. DD wears the soulless, flayed skin of previous ace attorney games with no understanding of what made them good and does nothing new or interesting. be good, be bad, but for the love of god, dont be boring. i love athena though shes bbg <3
#im so silly and goofy for this#these games are all so good though its genuinely hard to rank them#genuinely no hate to any of these lol a big /lh after all of this#yapping#rant post#ig lol#ace attorney
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HES LEARNING
#digital art#art#artwork#silly goofy mood#drawing#digital drawing#digital illustration#guys im so funny#reading#art digital#comic#original comic#trans ftm#trans guy#trans boy#ftm trans#transgender#transmasc#lgbt art#lgbtq community#lgbt pride#lgbtq#lgbtqia
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AN-TI-BO-DIES
#captain kirk u were so silly for that o7#now go save spock#star trek#star trek tos#star trek tos fanart#star trek fanart#captain kirk#jim kirk#james t kirk#leonard mccoy#doctor mccoy#leonard bones mccoy#the immunity syndrome#forcing u to deal with crunchy gif#im the artist if i say its part of the vision then its part of the vision#ive had more ideas for goofy little animations for months but i get impatient with everything past rough animation so#we will see if i finish any lmao#i’m an animator and i never post any goddamn animation lmao
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something about first impressions idk
bonus:
#marvel cinematic universe#mcu#xmen#xmen movies#xmen first class#cherik#charles xavier#erik lehnsherr#professor x#magneto#snap sketches#just gonna end up redrawing all of first class at this point just watch#this was the thing i was drawin when my cmoputer freaked. i miss the other charles i doodled </3 i liked it a lil more but oh well#hiiiii i just finished watching speak no evil ..... really good movie me thinks .... james mcavoy still has incredibly bright eyes#ill never be over how theyre so blue no matter the lighting. hence why we're gathered here today jLAjaelvk#like thatd simply be all i could think about if i got wrangled out of my revenge murder plan by this man#this was a goofy impromptu thing cause im still blanking on bigger stuff but this was still silly and fun to doodle#also can anyone tell i really like drawing profiles ... cause i do ....#ok im sleepy goodnight
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i love normal guys doomed by the narrative
#either that or hilariously dysfunctional or both#tf one#orion pax#d 16#megop#megatron#optimus prime#my art#saw one post pointing out in the trailer that a like5 frame shot of megatrons cannon that was snuck between their mahoushoujo type transfor#mations and like.messed up deeply messed up u see how goofy best friends orion and megsy are theyre just silly guys but in every telling of#their story they always end up enemies ok like in a meta multiverse hopping way think about it.like oh my god prewar tfp megop was already j#juicy and earthspark divorced-remarried megop is like.RGHFH tf one is going to destroy me bc this is what they had Before do u get me#before the war before they fell apart before friends became enemies and hands were stained before the beginning of the end im so so normal#like ok.this silly tight goofy buddy dynamic thats shown in tf one so far is.is what they had before. its what they could have kept if only#if only things turned out differently. but in every world optimus prime and megatron end up leading opposite sides of the bloodiest war ever#ok.its a universal fact and everyone who knows any transformers knows this BUT THE CHARACTERS DONT THEYRE POWERLESS TO PREVENT IT#ill clean up these tags in the morning but like im so.so normal about fictional robot guys#anyway i was intending to draw a background for this but i got lazy and also spent too long on the hands!!!!so whatever
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#bpd#actually bpd#bpd vent#borderline personality disorder#living with borderline#bpd thoughts#bpd feels#aesthetic#bpd mood#mental illness#silly goofy mood#i wanna relapse so bad#bad person#i'm sad#not ok rn#im so upset#mentally fucked#borderline personality problems#actually mentally ill#borderline thoughts
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oh how indeed ezra... how indeed
#look idk#im trying desperately to get myself out of artblock atm#its consuming me#and i gotta get myself back in the art mood before may 4th#cos i got stuff planned goddamn it#so here is very silly goofy doodle of early season 3 ezra#because he was a mess but we love him for it#poor lil guy#ezra bridger#sith holocron#implied#kanan jarrus#star wars#star wars fanart#star wars rebels#star wars art#sw rebels#star wars fandom
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Draw your character like this
#submission#cosmic-cafes-silly-goofy-reblogs#doctor who#let's take ibuprofen together#i love this so much lmao im excited to see people put their OCs in this#meme#ibuprofen#meds#medicine mention#medicine#dialogue#silly#sparkles#gfunny#draw your oc meme#draw your character#tag your oc#draw your oc#draw your oc challenge#draw your character like this#imagine your oc#oc meme#draw your oc like this
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"I could stay with you.. just like this... forever"
Lord I'm actually SO PROUD OF THIS DRAWING. LIKE HELLO?!?!?! SCREAMS
Below are without lighting, without shading, without rendering, and some close ups <3
Ya boy done detailed a whole magazine for this..
#stanford x fiddleford#gravity falls fiddleford#young fiddleford#fiddleford hadron mcgucket#fiddauthor#fiddleford mcgucket#gravity falls stanford#stanford pines#fiddleford x stanford#young stanford pines#them in college AAAAH#im so normal im so SANE.#gravity falls#gravity falls fanart#gravity falls art#ship art#GAY#QUEEERR#love these doomed guys <3#art#drawing#silly#goofy#my art#fanart#digital art#digital illustration#digital drawing#storms art#background practice
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I owe you my life for giving me this idea
(forgive me for my sins)
#the band ghost#the band ghost art#swiss ghoul#sodo ghoul#dewdrop ghoul#rain ghoul#im sorry for taking so long#i tried my best i swear#he was just in a silly goofy mood
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always happy about the fact that in 2012, mikey often asked donnie questions if he didn't understand something and donnie always answered no matter what
this can be seen in a bunch of episodes but my favorite example of it it's the one in half shell heroes where mikey is extremely excited to be in the museums and is the one actively asking donnie questions about the exhibits they saw and also actively listening to donnie's explanation (before raph got silly lmao). he was very excited to learn!!!
And while it's true that mikey would lose interest quite fast if the explanation got too lengthy with too many technical terms, it doesn't change the fact that he does retain the info donnie is always rambling on about different things!!! (even if mikey himself doesn't notice he's doing it lol) and also i find it very sweet that no matter if donnie himself got annoyed, donnie would always answer the questions. no matter what. he would always try to explain if he didn't understand something
This is prob because mikey is the one brother who is often seeking out donnie to pass time around him Meaning that donnie might have used mikey as his rubber ducky whenever mikey hangs out with him while he's working (explained him a lot of his experiments and theories while trying to solve them himself and in this way mikey also learnt in the process WHILE spending time with his brother! win win!)
it also helps donnie because accompanies him while not letting him get lonely in his lab 24/7, sometimes explaining things to someone makes it better to understand it yourself AND it's shown in the comics that donnie is quite used to his brothers just Living as background noise and literally cannot function without it lmao
They are literally the two smart kids in the family even if none of them notice it and it's all because mikey looks up to his brother and is like an sponge with donnie around. donnie is actively teaching mikey and mikey is learning! even if they have no idea they are doing it
#fer silly twt rambling#i wasnt going to post it here but i think yall will like this one lol#STEM KIDS!!#they mean so much to me#literally is so important to me that donnie; if not stressed the fuck out by a lot of things going on; would always explain calmly to mikey#thats his only little brother!!! hes thoughts are prob 'if mikey asks i must answer. im such a cool older bro'#makes my heart warm with joy#ALSO#mikey looks up to don and wants to do the same things as don does based on how he mimics him in that one ep where donnie is silly goofy#i need an ep of 2012 b team visiting museums and being happy and excited about learning#the b in b team stands for best friends!!!#tmnt#tmnt 2012#tmnt mikey#tmnt michelangelo#tmnt donnie#tmnt donatello
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Guys what if
#hey what if#please guys#guys seriously#art#digital art#artwork#silly goofy mood#drawing#digital drawing#guys im so funny#digital illustration#reading#art digital#hazbinhotel#hazbin hotel#hazbin#hazbin art#hazbin fandom#hazbin fanart#lucifer hazbin hotel#hazbin lucifer#hazbin hotel lucifer#lucifer morningstar fanart#lucifer morningstar#angel dust#hazbin au#hazbin headcanons#hazbin hotel 2024#hazbin hotel au#hazbin hotel comic
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200 years
#200 FUCKIGN YEARS OF EFFORT. 200 YEARS OF SEARCHING ENDLESSLY FOR A SEEMINGLY IMPOSSIBLE ANSWER#DISGRACED AND LOSING ALL OF WHAT LITTLE HE HAD TO TRY AND BRING THIS GUY TO LIFE. FOR HIS PARENTS HE LOVED. FOR THE KINGDOM#like oh my GOD happiest moment of his life indeed. he gave up a fifth of his lifespan for this and achieved the impossible. so fuckign prou#dragon malleus looks so scrungly he looks so silly goofy. i kiss his head. he breathes fire in my face#tumblr as a reminder that ur my fav platform u get this two hrs before twitter does. i kiss u so lovingly#NOW im all lore-d out. leaving for the airport in 45 minutes i still havent packed lmao#twst#twisted wonderland#lilia vanrouge#malleus draconia#twst spoilers#ch 7 spoilers#suntails
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#wind howls#myart#legally speaking this is parody .#anyway uhm i made a joke with my friend and i had to commit to the bit so i made a real fun edit#enjoy fagsRus muah#also feel free to rb i worked hard on it but it was funny so im posting it#f slur#btw. paypal.me/winderrific if you want me to make more fag brand edits minimum 15 usd thank you <3. or just to be funny silly goofy
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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 where’s the fun in that?
word count; 4.2k
contents; satoru gojo/reader, f!reader (he calls you ’stubborn girl’ n ’pretty girl’ but other than that it’s gn!!), toru and reader have a fight, reader sleeps in the bathtub (don’t ask it came to me in a vision), hurt/comfort, he's doing his best :<, fluff!!
a/n; smth abt …. arguing w satoru gojo ……. 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 wasn’t the best idea you’ve ever had.
in your defense, you weren’t 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.
it’s 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 — whatever. maybe if you had a warm cup of tea to drink. maybe if you had something warm to hug to sleep.
or someone.
(aw, what’s wrong? can’t sleep without me after all, huh?)
— nope. you are not going back there.
just the thought of how smug he’d 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 can’t seem to relax, a discomforting numbness seeping into your spine. and it’s 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.
still, there’s simply no other option. under absolutely no circumstances can you turn back now. not when you’ve come this far, when you can almost begin to sense an inkling of sleep’s familiar call, the drowsy flutter of your eyelashes.
it takes time, and perseverance — 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.
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, you’ll fall into that cozy abyss. and then you’ll open your eyes, and the morning sun will greet you. it’ll 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 —
the light flickers on.
in the state you’re 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 — a glow so irritating it’s startling. the bathroom lights mock you with their shine, illuminating your figure, curled up in the tiny bathtub.
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.
”you’re ridiculous.”
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.
”turn it off!”
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.
you’re 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 one’s surprise. he isn’t sure what else you were expecting.
despite the sting of the bright lights, you force your eyes open — only to give satoru a halfhearted glare, an attempt at appearing intimidating. though you somehow doubt it’ll 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 he’s been tossing and turning, sprawled out on the bedroom mattress.
and, just like you suspected, the dirty look you send his way doesn’t 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 — an itch beneath your skin, a taste of irritation on your tongue.
because satoru is looking at you like you’re somehow in the wrong, here, like you’re the one acting out. as if he isn’t the reason you’re 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 that’s 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 you’re 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 that’s also why satoru is here, back a tad slouched as he sits on the edge of the bathtub, looking at you like you’re some misbehaving cat. blinking slowly, drowsily, dragged down by the fatigue clinging to his eyelashes.
(he can’t sleep, either.)
”you’re really gonna sleep in there?” he sighs, after a moment’s 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. ”yes,” you deadpan, shifting to lie on your stomach, hiding away from his insistent view. ”i was sleeping just fine before you barged in here.”
satoru shoots you a look, thoroughly unimpressed, entirely unconvinced of your blatant lie. ”you’re being dumb,” he huffs. ”at least sleep on the couch.”
”i don’t wanna hear that from you,” comes a hiss, low and disgruntled. a growing irritation. ”and i’m comfortable where i am.”
another dissatisfied huff. why are you being so irrational? he just doesn’t get it. scrambling for excuses, satoru tries his hand at another tactic.
”you’ll hurt your back.”
another little scoff. oh, so now he suddenly cares? you can’t believe him.
”so what?”
a moment passes. satoru bites his lip, teeth sinking softly into the flesh; a little pang of ache, but it’s nothing compared to the twist of discomfort in his chest. you’re making this more difficult than it has to be, he thinks. always so stubborn.
what is he supposed to say? how is he supposed to convince you to come back to bed, when you’re already so set on denying him?
god, he’s 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 aren’t there, then…
a deep sigh. weary, annoyed. ”c’mon,” he coaxes, blinking sluggishly. ”you know you won’t be able to fall asleep without me. can’t we just make up already?”
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 you’re just overreacting, like you wanted to have an argument. like he wasn’t the one who made you upset and then laughed at you about it.
”i don’t need you to fall asleep,” you grumble, muffled by the pillow in your grasp, arms tightening around it. nuzzling deeper into the soft velvet comfort.
satoru’s fingers twitch, as if urging him to pull you close. he almost glares at the cushion in your arms, that you’re hugging so fondly, putting all your body weight on — 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. that’s all he wants to do, everything he needs to keep himself whole, to keep himself from being devoured by an exhaustion he’s 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 he’s angling his body to face you properly, big hands resting on his knees, a determined gaze set on your figure.
”look, i’m sorry,” he starts, rigid and earnest. blinking once, twice, chasing away the drowsy weight of his eyelids. ”i shouldn’t have laughed.”
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 satoru’s voice spills into the air again.
”there. i apologized,” he exhales, a little gruff. annoyed. ”now will you please just come to bed?”
…
wow.
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. he’s not sorry at all. of course he isn’t. you were stupid to think he’d actually give you a sincere apology, stupid to think he’d do the one thing that would actually make you want to fall back into his comforting embrace. stupid, stupid.
clenching your teeth, nails digging into the velvet fabric of the pillow, your eyelids flutter shut once more. only this time, you don’t plan on opening them again — at least not until morning comes. not until you see the sunkissed tiles of the bathroom, until the ache inside your chest has passed.
”satoru,” you enunciate, frigid and final. ”just let me sleep. we can talk tomorrow.” a beat. the tiniest grumble resounds from your lips, tinged with exhaustion. ”i’m too tired for this.”
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 won’t look at him anymore, and the hint of finality in your tone makes him feel slightly dejected.
god, he’s awful at this. sincerity has never been his strong suit. he’s gotten better, lately, but it’s still so very foreign.
he didn’t mean to make you angry, didn’t mean to upset you. didn’t mean for the lilt of his voice to make his apology sound insincere. but that’s still what happened.
and satoru isn’t quite sure what to do.
he’s tired. eyes heavy with lost sleep, glimpses of would-be nightmares he knows he’d 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 haven’t left yet.
(without you, he can’t —)
a sigh. soft, and resigned, flowing from his lips.
the inner turmoil in satoru’s 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 you’re tired, too.)
so satoru swallows his pride.
the words are spoken in a whisper, hushed, through a voice so low you wouldn’t hear it if the silence of the bathroom wasn’t 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 it’s there, and he lets you hear it; that soft little truth.
”… i can’t sleep without you.”
satoru doesn’t look at you. his confession rings in your ears, laced together with a softness you’ve come to associate with warm spring mornings and rooms so dark you can’t see his face. moments in which satoru feels safe. safe enough to be sincere.
— inevitably, your heart begins to soften.
(he’s trying. it’s difficult for him, but he’s really trying. sincerity and honesty are things that have been used against him all his life, so it’s no wonder he’d be scared.)
it’s 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.
with hesitance, you allow your eyes to flutter open, shifting a little to get a better look at him. he’s there, staring into space — the man you’ve 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.
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 — it’s 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.
”… please?”
a second passes. then two.
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 you’re weak, you realize, so very weak. just a smile and a tilt of his head, and you’re rendered utterly helpless.
(he’s just too pretty.)
without fully realizing it yourself, you’ve 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.
and satoru brightens.
it’s 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 — silently beckoning you to fall into his embrace. a raspy coo tiptoes on his tongue.
”c’mere.”
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. ”let’s get you back to bed, baby.”
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 he’s 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 — 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, he’s 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 you’re 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.
”see, isn’t this much better?” he smiles, a little cheeky. such a tease.
”… the bathtub was fine.”
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.
”stubborn girl.”
despite your best wishes, you’re too tired to bite back the blissful sigh that leaves your lips. a part of you still wants to protest, to push him away —
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.
and satoru stifles a coo.
”honestly,” he sighs, equal parts exasperated and amused. ”sleeping in the bathtub… you’re so silly.”
before you have a chance to respond, he’s pulling back — 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 can’t resist the dopey grin that sneaks its way onto his lips. doesn’t 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.
”my pretty, pretty girl.”
a heat rushes to your cheeks. looking up at him, into those lovesick eyes, you can’t 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 won’t see how much his words affect you.
”lemme sleep, toru…” 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 you’re too sleepy to resist — 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 don’t actually mean.
satoru notices it, though. he always does.
”you still mad at me, baby?” he asks, in a way that sounds a little like he’s cooing at you. there’s a teasing tilt to his voice, but it’s 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 — 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.
”… you never take me seriously.”
satoru’s eyes soften.
his smile falters, by a hair, a brief stilling of movement. subtle, but hard not to pick up on. there’s 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.
”’m sorry. we can talk about it tomorrow, okay?” he hums, and you can tell that he means it. ”i promise that i’ll take you seriously. for real, this time.”
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 — releasing a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. relieved at your silent forgiveness.
tomorrow, he’ll definitely make it up to you. he’ll 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.
for now, he’ll just hold you. he’ll hold you, and kiss all your worries away, and keep you comfy and warm. that’s his duty. the only one he’d willingly choose, the only weight on his shoulders that never feels even a little bit suffocating. the only one he wouldn’t 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 can’t imagine not loving him.
”… goodnight, toru,” you whisper. ready to give into sleep’s call, at last.
satoru smiles. you can hear it in his voice, sweet and silky, a soft curl of his lips. ”goodnight, honey,” he presses a kiss against your shoulder. warm, his breath on your skin. ”i love you.”
a yawn escapes your throat. ”love you too…” you mumble, sleepily. that one soft truth, before your consciousness fades.
and satoru’s smile only grows. hopelessly, inevitably, in the same way his hands can’t 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 you’ll still be in his arms by the time he awakens.
(then again; you always are, aren’t 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 gruff….#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 …. callling u his pretty girl………… 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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I found this man hiding in my basement.
#art#digital art#fnaf#springtrap#spring bonnie#steve raglan#william afton#fnaf movie#im not proud of this one but hey#i love the lightning i guess??#ehrm#he's a silly goofy guy#he needs a bath#and like he looks so lost someone please find his owner
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