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au where nepeta lives and she and dave crush on kk hard
#really shitty doodle sorry#can anyone hear me#art#hs#kk#my art#karkat#nepeta#dave strider#katnep#davekat#i think all three should kiss. what
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AGH FASHION DESIGNER SUGURU AND MODEL SATORU W A NEW INTERN DESIGNER UNDER THEIR WING 😞😞☹️ - 🌺
WAHHHH I LOVE THIS 🥺🥺🥺 the pining and flirting and slowburn of it all… model!satoru and his favorite designer suguru geto, both of them undeniably skilled and born with an eye for fashion….. well-known and adored……..
designer!suguru who gets tasked with showing you the ropes, who’s always so patient and kind despite your inexperience. diligent with his teaching but also so laidback, so easy to talk to… he looks intimidating, but he’s so polite that you can’t help but swoon a little. and he admires your enthusiasm so much…… grows fond of you soooo quickly bc you’re just such a breath of fresh air compared to the divas he’s forced to work with all the time. he thinks you’ve got real potential and he wants to nurture it.
and ofc you end up running into model!satoru eventually…. bc he’s always hanging around suguru whenever he gets the chance. and he’s maybe a little jealous that you’re hogging so much of his personal designer’s attention, but… he also thinks you’re so cute . T_T like a little puppy following suguru around… so excited to be apart of what you’ve dreamed of for so many years……… he looks into your eyes and sees the same sparkle he had before he made it big, and it makes his heart race.
yeah . i’m just thinking abt the peaceful coffee breaks with suguru….. how he’d insist on paying for your drink, ”since he’s your senior” (he wants to be your favorite </3)…… and how he’d just be so protective over his little intern. don’t get me started on the close proximity with satoru when you’re taking his measurements, the glance and smile he sends your way during an impromptu shoot… the way he always calls for you with a sweet coo of ”how’s my favorite intern doing today?”
😔😔😔 yeahhhhhh. they make me feel ill.
#thank you 🌺 anon my beloved….. i am kissing your beautiful brain#😭😭😭😭 now i kinda wanna write this oh no#my anons keep making my wip list longer this isn’t fair T—T#(i love you all very much)#NO BUT THIS IS SO BIGBRAINED IT’S INSANE#fashion designer!sugu the loml…. model!satoru just feels so natural too#i think they’re both very mature!!!!!!!#there are some aus where i think satoru would lean towards his more bratty hs self#but here i feel like he’s similar to the way he is in canon :3 just. silly and goofy and passionate abt what he does#AND very fond of youth. of people with lofty goals and dreams and starlight in their eyes#(<- has gotten carried away)#YOU GET IT THOUGH i know you’ll see the vision 🌺 anon 🫂🫂🫂 we’re holding hands#i need them both#need suguru to buy me expensive coffee while satoru feeds me pieces of a pastry#for some reason i keep thinking of coffee breaks i might. just be hungry 😭😭😭#ask tag ✩#🌺 anon !! ✩#geto x reader#gojo x reader#stsg x reader#satosugu x reader#gojo satoru x reader#geto suguru x reader
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#john egbert#dirk strider#homestuck#hs#dirkjohn#johndirk#drawing the sbahj tattoo made me laugh in outrage#anyway these fuckers should kiss#this started out as a sweet lil hug thing but i was listening to true crime and it swerved#hs^2#homestuck^2
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Narusasu high school au that no one asked for because I have Naruto worms in the brain
I'm cringe but I'm free
EDIT: fixed version here 🙂↕️
#ive been binged watching#and this came to my mind#basically they were childhood friends who bickered a lot#had a fight big right before sasuke moved away and they lost contact for a few years#then sasuke comes back in hs and they kinda hate each other until they are forced to do a group project together#and then they kiss#kiss kiss fall in love#they are so dear to me#i wanna draw Sakura and shikamaru too 🫶#art#fanart#my art#naruto#narusasu#naruto uzumaki#sasuke#sasuke uchiha#high school au#alternate universe#anime#queer#genderqueer#trans#headcanon#bisexual
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you guys ever grab your f/o’s face and just *forehead kiss* *forehead kiss* *forehead kiss* *forehea
#this was originally phrased for platonic f/os but i then proceeded to think about doing this with my boyfriends and. yeah#anyway#HEY i finally picked back up gx because i got bored lol#and because. lowkey. judai randomly popping up in my dreams spooked me enough to remember to continue watching it >_<#i am reminded of why he got instantly put on the platonic list despite me barely knowing him lol#literally just. golden retriever#which is so so funny when you look at my two other platonic f/os#like on one hand we have the serious and more mature beyond my years#and then we have the high energy positivity fiends#if i still listed my hs f/os on my list you would see more obviously what i mean lol#sometimes you just want to smother your friend in a dumb display of affection u_u#anyway.#hello#tbh… kissing melv (and technically yb) right where the eye of wedjat would go… <333#self ship#selfship#selfshipping#self shipping#f/o imagines#imagine your f/o#romantic f/o#platonic f/o#self ship community#selfshipping community#platonic: judai#quartzshipping#rainy.file
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Okay but theyre the exact same genre of character, right?
Close-ups under the cut <3
#hs#adventure time#homestuck#vriska serket#marceline abadeer#marceline the vampire queen#digital art#hs fanart#adventure time fanart#fanart#like i could write an essay on how alike they are#down to the colors#rb to give me a littol kiss#artrolls#homestuck vriska
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MEENAH: i wish couples that are like "tall calm buoyfrond" and "short anxious gillfrond who cant order her own food" were oppressed
MEENAH: n dont even think about respondin with "me and jakey!!! 🥺" i hope jakey dies
ARANEA: Hi! I'm an AFA8 en8y with major social anxiety and my partner is an AMA8, masc-presenting en8y who 8a8ies me appropriately. I know this is talking a8out str8 couples, 8ut you can't tell 8y just looking.
ARANEA: You can't tell my partner and I are non8inary just 8y looking. Str8-passing queer couples exist and don't deserve h8 just for appearing str8. Str8 couples can even have queer individuals involved; one or 8oth could be 8inary trans, or one or 8oth could 8e 8i.
MEENAH: i hope nonbinary jakey also dies
#source: @fatelectrician#i was gonna make this meulin talking about kurloz but the name in the post is literally jakey. it was handed to me#i like to think that as araneas saying this shes not even jakes partner. she just assumes she is#that one part in hs where shes like 'kiss me jake' and hes not vibing with it at all. you know the part#homestuck#incorrect homestuck quotes#incorrect quotes#mod dave#meenah peixes#aranea serket#implied jake . i GUESS
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YALL NEW HEADCANON
Romanced Lucifer learned about art from earth cuz he wanted to surprise Vicky by taking her to a gallery there and like knowing wtf is going on
Also shoutout to this line like sure babe mhm definitely not a weirdo
#that man is a hopeless romantic deep down#he literally took her to a mountaintop with the most breathtaking view to have their first kiss#I love that man more and more everyday#he’s such a nerd lol#just like me fr#romance club#heavens secret#rc lucifer#rc hs2#lucifer heavens secret#heaven's secret 2#rc hs 2#heaven's secret#rc hs
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Dirk on Dirk violence
#lil hal#hal homestuck#lil hal homestuck#hal strider#homestuck#homestuck fanart#digital art#sketch#obligatory art tag#I find it eternally ironic that the 'worst' of the Dirk iterations was actually nicer to me than my own creator#What's up with that huh?#🕶️🔌#Kiss my shiny metal ass#OOPS I FORGOT THE DIRK TAGS#dirk strider#homestuck dirk#dirk homestuck#dirk hs
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JUMPSCARE JADEROXY SMOOCH !!!!!!!!
#it’s very late for my but I had the sudden urge#me*#I just like drawing them kissing tbh I’m pretty sure I’ve drawn them in this exact pose b4 on here#homestuck#hs#jaderoxy#roxyjade#jade harley#roxy lalonde#art crumbs
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i did not realize going into this season i would come out shipping gorgug with three different people i was coming into this with the biggest donospring mindset and yet here we are
#crunchyposts#i miss zelda but gorgug and mary ann and gorgug and unit............#they can all date i dont give a shit#zelda is a purely emotional thing logically i know its good they broke up like normal teenage relationships#BUT i do also think gorgug dating both unit and zelda and/or mary ann would be a good extension of his character arc#melding barbarians and artificers !!!!!!!#the chill part of his personality (mary ann and zelda out of combat) and the more emotional side (them IN combat)#also his parents are swingers he knows polyamory i believe in my ship.#side note first time ive genuinely shipped more than two people very happy day for me !!!!#usually i just have one monogamous ship and some others that i am chill w but this time its like no. all of you kiss#d20#fh#fhjy#fhjy spoilers#fantasy high spoilers#fantasy high junior year spoilers#WAIT CONCEPT. i like gorgug and zelda together but logically i feel like they just wouldnt get back together#in hs at least i still love them but thinking logically rn i think theyve done normal growing apart#concept before emotional brain comes up w ideas to get them back together. gorgug and unit and mary ann. and then mary ann and zelda#zelda learning from mary ann how to not give a shit and mary ann learning from zelda how to be a bit better to her friends#alright ive solved every problem i have making this headcanon lol#edit ok ive made up my mind. all of them date. i dont know unit well enough to see how theyd be good in the ship#just like date gorgug MINIMUM but mary ann and zelda and gorgug all dating each other. ive created the best case scenario for me lol
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gojo always seems to be off in a world of his own.
a little detached, you think. awkwardly long limbs constantly on the move, eyes stuck in a direction no one else can follow, a trajectory you don’t think even he knows. one blink and he's gone, just like that. too far ahead, too far above, even on the occasions he slows down and lets you catch up.
flimsy, maybe. like he’ll get carried away by the breeze when spring rolls around. like he’d turn into seafoam if you reached out and touched him.
satoru gojo is an anomaly, a blurry cluster of stars. or maybe more like a planet, big and blue, spinning around its own orbit, out of reach for every single star in the sky. high and mighty, cocky and cool, silly and bright — but there's a softness to him when he's alone. something that almost seems fragile, under the light of the moon, when the dark sky casts a shadow to obscure the contours of his face — and no one’s around to notice if his smile isn't as big as it should be.
no one except for you, anyhow.
(you wonder if your presence is really that inconsequential to him.)
the beach is entirely empty, save for you and gojo. and summer’s ending, burning into little cinders, sputtering out before your very eyes.
tokyo is just beginning to dip its toes into autumn, the frost and chill, the hiss of the biting wind. the rusting of leaves, contaminated by a muddy hue, turned orange and brown and red beneath your heavy feet; littering the murky, empty streets of the rainy towns you cross. smelling of rotten apples and cinnamon, old books and burning wood.
it’s dark out. painted a thick gray, the sky is blanketed by heavy clouds, the entire world hidden behind that coating of wool. not a single sliver of starlight slips through, but there's a comfort to it, that feeling of being cocooned — safe and warm. a feeling cruelly stripped away by the nipping of the wind at your bare skin, but you digress.
everything smells of saltwater. a little like rotten fish. every breath you exhale turns into a flurry of vapour, mingling with the breezy seasalt of the open air; scattering away into the thin layer of mist all around you, until you can’t tell which is which.
and a sense of foreboding sinks into your veins.
(you look out at the jagged rocks piercing the surface of the sea, and dully wonder how they’d feel piercing your skin.)
something shivers, to your right. a flicker of movement, a barely audible chatter of teeth. and then, a white puff of vapour.
”man, it’s cold.”
gojo looks displeased.
only vaguely, a little crease between his eyebrows as he stuffs his hands into the pockets of his puffy baseball jacket. moving his feet a little, to warm up, snowy tufts of white hair tousled by the ocean breeze. his shoes are muddied by the wet sand, but he doesn't seem to mind.
a soft scoff leaves your lips, mostly harmless. maybe just a little smug. ”told you,” you click your tongue.
gojo whines. his sunglasses are starting to fog up, you notice. ”it’s still summer!” he pouts. ”i thought the sea would be nice and breezy!”
an unimpressed look smooths over your features. gracing him with a raise of your brow, you don’t fully manage to bite back the soft smile that follows. don’t even really attempt to.
it’s been a long day. evidently not long enough for gojo, seeing as he dragged you down here — even though he knew it meant missing the train you were supposed to board after successfully finishing your mission. he just had to get a closer look at the sea. just for a moment or two.
and he was insistent, persuasive. awfully whiny. assuring you that he’d be quick, that you wouldn’t miss the next one.
(what made you agree was simply the thought of spending some more time with him. not like you could ever tell him that, though.)
so there you stand. two juveniles, shivering and shifting from foot to foot, on the brink of nightfall, the edge of summertime. watching the sea stretch out into infinity, across the gap between this world and the next. a murky blue. easy on the eyes.
the noise of the sea fills your ears; waves crashing into sand, the whistling of the wind, seagulls crying out in the distance. and faraway, the chatter of a rattling train. a cacophony of sounds, buzzing and crackling, melting together. scattered across the beach are countless tiny white seashells, and the occasional green glimmer of drift glass — mermaids’ tears, shed for lost sailors, or so you’ve heard.
you wonder if the mermaids ever shed tears for lost sorcerers. probably not.
a shiver runs through your body, down to your cold hands, the tips of your fingers. reddish and itching for warmth. you tuck them into your pockets with a breathless exhale, still shaking a little.
in truth, you and gojo aren’t very close. you’d like to call him a friend, but it's kind of hard; when he's so enamored with suguru, so animated around shoko. with you, he always seems kind of —
stiff?
or maybe more like bored.
he doesn't laugh as loudly, doesn’t act as cocky. doesn't flaunt his knowledge on sorcery, and isn't as clingy as he is with the other two.
(you've never liked people touching you. it's not hard for others to discern, with how you flinch away when they get close.
still, you can't help but feel a little jealous when you see him tugging suguru and shoko around.)
deep within your chest, like a stunted seaweed, sprouts a tiny pang of disappointment. it’d be nice if you could grow closer, you think.
just a little would be fine.
”i like the sea.”
you turn your head.
gojo looks a little lost in thought. gaze trained on that expanding ocean before you, those splotches of blue and gray, the waves that bruise the edge of the sand. forlorn, maybe.
a hum buzzes in your dry throat. ”do you?”
”mm.” little white breaths slip from his lips. you wonder if they’d taste as salty as the air. ”’ts nice.”
a silence stretches out before you. delicate, like a sheet of glass. gojo picks at a piece of lint on his sleeve, and you shift from foot to foot. then he closes his eyes — a flutter of his dewy eyelashes.
”kinda makes you feel like everything’s about to end, huh?”
you look at him, but don’t see anything. a single glimpse of his closed eyes is all you gain from the glance you cast his way, but it’s not enough. not enough blue to fall into, no expression to savour. he looks the same as always.
but you’ve never heard his voice sound like this before.
”… end?”
and with that, they flicker open. there it is, you think. that vibrant blue. only to be obscured once more, when he turns to you fully, a smile playing at his glossy lips. ”don’t think so?”
a second passes. you look forward.
what you see is as follows: waves upon waves upon waves. the same blue and gray, as far as the eye can see. a sea big enough to drown each and every one of your worries.
something comes over you. a sensation of loneliness, something close to longing. a feeling of being rather lost. searching for something. your heart feels heavy, an anchor sunk to the bottom of your gut. little fish nipping at your ribcage. your eyes trail over those jagged rocks, again; the mermaids’ tears, that all-consuming sea, right in front of you. like it could open its maw and devour the world.
you think of the lost sailors.
(one jump and it’s all over.)
a breath. salty on your tongue. ”… i guess i get it,” you whisper. a soft murmur, mingling with the mist.
silence.
out of the corner of your eye, you see gojo shift. one moment he’s looking at you, the next he’s staring at the sea. in tandem, the two of you, stuck within that shade of blue. and you think he looks a little mesmerized, like he’s seeing something not even he can fully comprehend.
(maybe he just hasn’t had many chances to go to the beach before. something to do with being a clan kid, maybe?)
but then he clears his throat, hands moving to brush some sand off his puffy jacket and jeans. turning on his heel, hair ruffled by the breeze. he tries to sound chipper, but there’s something else there. you don’t know what it is, but…
”anyway,” he chirps. ”let’s go. we can still make it to the next train if we hurry.”
you look at him. his retreating figure, a head of white hair, surrounded by mist. a little like an apparition. then you turn towards the sea.
”… nah, that’s fine.”
a pause.
gojo stills, just about to take the first step forward. but you stay rooted in place; unmoving, staring at the blue before you, a deep longing reflected in your eyes.
”let’s stay a little longer,” you hum, unsure of where the words came from. but you know you aren’t ready for the moment to end, just yet. that you aren’t quite ready for summer to pass.
…
all he does is stare, for a second or two. attempting to find some humour in your voice, you assume, any signs that you might just be joking. but he doesn’t find it. uncharacterstically silent, gojo stays frozen in place.
then he puffs out a breath — amused.
”you wanna freeze to death?” he grins, and you can hear it in his voice. you turn to face him, almost smiling. a little cheeky.
”you’ll warm me up, no?”
the words fall from your lips before you can think to reel them in. meant to sound a little snarky, you think, something akin to a chuckle — but instead come out sounding a little too much like an honest request.
the tips of your ears feel a little warm, suddenly.
a sense of surprise smooths over the contours of gojo’s face, and his grin falters. you can’t see his eyes, can’t tell if they widen or not, but his lips part, and you note that they look soft.
and it’s back. that grin. toothy, boyish. his cheeks are rosy, from the chill of the air, or so you assume. then he’s taking a couple strides forward, broaching the distance between you.
he throws an arm over your shoulder. a heavy weight against you, grounding, causing you to stumble. friendly, tugging you close. into his orbit.
(no infinity, you note. you can feel his body heat seeping through the fabric.)
it's nice. he's tall, and he's warm. cozy, protecting you from the bitter cold, like your own personal furnace. no wonder suguru never catches any colds, with someone like this draped over him all the time.
gojo speaks. there’s a sweetness to his voice, a mellow kind of contentment; bubbling up like seafoam, spilling from his glossy lips. you can feel his warm breath on your skin.
”well, duh.”
when your gaze falls on him, he's already looking at you. leaning closer, sunglasses slipping a little further down the bridge of his nose — enough to expose the blue of his eyes, the tiny splotches of white scattered across his aquamarine iris. like a cracked marble. or a summer sea.
he’s speaking again, and you almost don't hear it. distracted by those cracked marbles, the strawberry red of his cheeks, the warmth shared between you. the pitter patter of your heartbeat, like waves crashing against the sand. mesmerized. not daring to look away. almost like you’d cease to exist, were he to close his eyes. like your existence hinges entirely on the blue of those eyes.
(and maybe it does.)
he nods towards the sea, and grins. a mischievous glint in his eyes. ”wanna take a dip?” he asks, and you can’t tell if he’s joking or not.
it makes you laugh, either way.
”do you want to freeze to death?” you raise a brow, exhaling amusedly. subtly angling your body closer to his, hoping he won’t notice.
gojo honest to god giggles, at that, and you fear your knees might give out beneath your weight. fuck, has he always had dimples? why are you only noticing them now?
”hehe. i just think it'd be fun!” he chirps, still draped over you like an overgrown cat, and you almost find yourself saying yes. just to keep the summer from ending, keep him from being swept away by the breeze.
but summer is ending. slipping away, second by second, like two juveniles drowned by an ocean wave. never to be found. and in comes autumn, the smell of rotting apples, the crunch of sand beneath your feet; an arm over your shoulder, an intake of breath. the taste of nice, crispy air on your tongue.
a chuckle flows from your lips. all you see before you is blue, a murky shade, a vibrant hue. you think you could drown in it. you’re not sure you’d mind.
”maybe next time,” you whisper.
gojo’s eyes widen. ever so slightly, barely enough to even notice, until they bloom — with a kind of bubbly excitement. unconcealed giddiness. there’s something awfully precious about it, like a child buying cotton candy at their first fair. it makes you want to tuck him into your pocket. keep him safe.
you like him, unfortunately. inevitably. you think you may even like him a lot, a little more than you should. a little more than he could reciprocate.
satoru gojo. high and mighty, cocky and cool. silly and bright. a seaborne boy with his very own orbit, born to carry the weight of the world, spinning so close that you can almost delude yourself into thinking he feels the same.
almost.
(gojo glances at your lips. he wonders if they’d taste as salty as the air.)
#melancholic fluff my beloved <33#listened to replicant by yorushika on repeat while writing this ... its so unbelievably gojo coded#i dont write much for hs gojo but i think hes v fun to write when it comes to soft quiet moments like this !!#to me hes kinda like the class clown who mellows out a lot when hes with one single non-judgemental person ... hes a cutie :<#completely obsessed w the idea of reader being like Well . he probably doesnt like me very much#meanwhile gojo is literally standing there teeth gritted like ”dont kiss them dont kiss them dont kiss them”#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru x y/n#gojo satoru x you#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#jjk#gojo satoru#jjk fluff#gojo x reader#gojo fluff#jjk x you#jjk x y/n#gojo x you#gojo x y/n#gojo angst
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assorted nonsense
#honestuck#my art#fanart#john egbert#dirk strider#dirkjohn#jake english#bro bot#lil seb#karkat vantas#jane crocker#demiromantic john egbert is pretty cool#hs#i was talking about john yesterday with my sister and i brought up how much i draw dirkjohn kiss and i went GOD I NEED A RACIALLY AMBIGUOUS#BOY TO KISS ME LIKE THAT!!#so#i hope u enjoy racially ambiguous dirk and john i guess??#dirks intended to be Mexican johns uuuhhhhhhh#something#i hope Tumblr posts this i started rambling in the tags like a dumbass
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HOMESTUCK: BEYOND CANON UPDATE!
JADE. CUCKS. KANAYA.
That is all there is to say for this update. Fuck.
#homestuck#hs#413#fyp#homestuck archive#kanaya#oh my god kanaya please kiss me#im in lesbians with you#rose#jade#hs2#homestuck 2
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i wanna write y/n's and naoya's first time.
#leaf.talks#but i hesitate because i know for sure they would've done it when dating in hs#like I want to write about their first kiss in the highschool au#their first date#so on and so forth#but i dont know how y'all would feel about it#even i don't know how to feel about that#if anyone wants to talk to me about it I would appreciate it :')
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hello queers i need your opinion. do you prefer i kissed a girl by katy perry OR pretty girls by renee rapp
#i was gonna open up this poll to straight people but (and excuse me for assuming) i don’t think any of us are straight#maybe i’ll make another one if this breaches 10 votes#anyway this was inspired by a straight person i know going “i prefer PRETTY GIRLS” after my bestie mentioned jamming out to i kissed a girl#and my initial reaction (in my head) was “that’s such a straight—” and then i cut myself off (still in my head)#bc maybe i should stop fucking generalizing ppl#personally i prefer i kissed a girl bc pretty girls is too real it reminds me of that time in hs i let my straight (girl) friend kiss me#it was always just my cheek but it was still so serious to me she’d hold her hand out and i’d be there like a dog#anyway sorry let me stop lore dumping#poll time#<< my official poll tag bc i’ve been making a lot of these lately
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