#mustprotect

[spiderlilyforlife]

Roar!Haha hello she over!!Meet Kanye!

Facts about her:She is a fanchild of my oc x Canon(Miles from st x Martha) she has a two big brother!(Alasco and Marco).She Refuses to talk unless necessary.Her name given by Alasco<3.She smart for her age(basically like Anais from Gumball).She also bestfriend with @mspinkdemon oc's daughter!(The reason i made her Canon actually this.Also sorry if tag bother you!)

Note:Her fire is blue/white fire(ice power)!

[yuan4i]

YUAN'S PERSONALITY yuan is the vice housewarden of emperasty. they can quickly shift to different types of personalities to suit various kinds of situations. althought they're rather mischievous at times, they're a kind and cheerful individual who deeply loves their friends.

YUAN RELATIONSHIP NOTES - yuan likes to play cupid and ships shen with riddle a lot, calling them "special friends" every time shen and riddle interact. - yuan isn't fond of trey. they think that trey will sink yuan's ship of riddle and shen. - yuan often calls leona their "lover" and makes lunch for him (leona doesn't think they're dating) - floyd, cater, lilia, vil and kalim are all really good friends with yuan. yuan considers them as their best friends. #bffs #4lyfers - vil and yuan are in the same club, yuan got in via audition and is one of the actors - idia and yuan are online friends (unaware irl) but don't talk to each other in real life! - yuan considers all the first years (and kalim) as their children #mustprotect #singleparent #nvmtheresleona

YUAN BACKSTORY yuan was born in the jaded empire with three other siblings. yuan's parents didn't favour yuan as a child so when yuan came out as non-binary, yuan's parents excluded him from the family. yuan's parents and siblings often got into fights, causing yuan to leave. yuan flew to imperial wei and was taken in by shen's family. now on the breaks, yuan doesn't return to his family, but instead, he goes to shen's family.

[takahas]

#insecuregojo #he'ssocute #mustprotect

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。09:08 AM — GOJO SATORU.

contents. manga spoilers, satoru keeps the scars bc that’s character development ok, post canon, insecure! gojo / reverse comfort, you sit on his lap, ig angst to fluff, embarrassingly cheesy look away pls :,)

satoru, since he’s come home with those scars, has always evaded your hand. you’ve tried a few times, have reached out to cup those cheeks you miss holding—but he’s managed to grab your hand and kiss it every time.

it’s smooth—like everything else he does, satoru dodges your touch smoothly. with an easy grin. with a teasing glint. it’s slick and all too natural, and almost undetectable. but you know him better. you know him better than anyone has had the pleasure of knowing him, you like to think. and you know that satoru doesn’t let your hand meet his cheek, not even the edge of his jaw, on purpose.

“good morning,” you smile, reaching forward to lay a hand over his face. satoru, with his eyes still closed (as expected), grabs your hand and plants a soft kiss to the back as he hums.

you’re almost certain he can sense the way your lips tug into a frown.

“mornin’ sweetheart,” he says lowly, “watching me sleep? that’s a bit creepy,” he teases.

“i can’t help it,” you hum, “you’re too handsome.”

this is rare—giving satoru compliments easily is rare. usually, you make him work for them, keep him waiting on the tips of toes before finally giving him that praise you know will go straight to his inflated ego. but sometimes, like now, you think he deserves to hear it—unfiltered and raw and filled with truth.

satoru is handsome. always has been. always will be.

“aw,” he cracks an eye open, “maybe i should let myself get scratched up a bit more. maybe you’ll talk nice to me more often.”

“i mean it, toru,” you frown, insisting, “you’re handsome. so handsome.”

your hand reaches for his face again. he turns his head this time, feigning a yawn as he stretches before sitting up. there’s a slight bit of tension in the air now, his lips tighter in his smile as he hums before turning to you and poking your nose.

“well, aren’t you sweet,” he smiles almost bitterly.

you haven’t seen his smile reach his eyes for a while. he doesn’t meet your gaze through the mirror in the mornings as you brush your teeth together anymore, doesn’t wink at your reflection and make you roll your eyes. he doesn’t spam your camera roll with pictures of himself anymore when you’re in the bathroom, doesn’t leave you with those silly faces and smug grins that make good wallpapers. he doesn’t even crack those annoying jokes anymore, doesn’t whine for you to admit he’s the most handsome guy you’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting as his face digs into your neck.

instead, satoru dodges your touch. he kisses you briefer these days, avoids looking in the mirror, smiles like he has to—not like he finds a reason to.

“you don’t believe me?” you ask gently, furrowing your brows, “you know i’d never lie to you.”

“i didn’t say that, did i?” he asks, waving a hand casually. “c’mon let’s go brush our teeth. you don’t wanna kill me with that morning breath do you—”

“satoru, you’re still handsome, you know,” you say gently. you decide to rip the bandaid off as you add, “even with these.”

for the first time, your hand manages to reach for his face without him pulling away. you think it’s more out of surprise than anything, that it’s because he wasn’t expecting you to be so straightforward instead of trying to be subtle like usual. for a second, you think he might just put his infinity up—but he doesn’t ever. not around you.

but you can see it, the way his knuckles twitch a little like he’s clenching them. the way he’s so still, it’s almost like he’s willing himself not to tense. the way he doesn’t even lean into your touch like he always does.

he doesn’t want your hand on his face, but you stroke a thumb over a scar anyway, cupping his cheek as you study his face up close.

it’s still him—still satoru with that sharp nose and those rosy cheeks, still satoru with those long lashes and perfect jawline. there’s rough, marred bits of skin that meet soft, supple ones. you feel over the dips of where each scar starts slowly, committing each one to memory.

they’re newer parts of him, ones you don’t know very well yet, ones that remind you of the ugliest parts of the world—but they’re a part of satoru now, and anything that’s a part of satoru can never be ugly. no matter where they come from, no matter what they’re a reminder of.

not if it’s him.

“you think so?” he asks with a tight grin, “is my money maker still money making?”

“don’t be greedy,” you quip, “you have plenty of money.” and then, softly, you add, “but i’d pay a good fortune or two to wake up to this every day.”

“good thing i give it to you for free,” he hums, “i’m generous, you know?”

“what a catch,” you grin, “generous, strong, rich,” you list, making an amused grin stretch across his lips, “handsome,” you add. his smile falters a bit at that. “satoru, i’m serious.”

“oh, i love when you get all serious,” he whistles. he’s deflecting—you expect him to, but you’re not backing down. one leg swings over his hips, and then you’re climbing onto his lap, right there where he can’t avoid you. but he finds his attention to your lips, still smooth as ever as he avoids meeting your eyes.

“satoru—”

“oh? you want to do this already? it’s barely—” he makes a show of glancing at the clock before turning back to you with a suggestive grin, “—nine am. but i guess we can have a little fun before—”

“i don’t care about these, you know,” you murmur, pulling your head back when he leans in for a kiss. your finger lightly traces the scar by his left cheekbone, making him frown.

“see? you’re basically admitting you have to look past them,” he groans frustratedly—it’s the first time satoru’s acknowledges his scars. it’s the first time he’s finally let himself look upset without trying to hide it behind a forced grin and a dry chuckle.

“i don’t,” you frown, “sure, they’re new,” you admit softly, “and i don’t like being reminded you got hurt. but they’re not ugly—you’re always pretty.”

“there’s so many,” he mumbles, “they’re everywhere.”

“i think they’re cool,” you shrug, “they make you look tougher. less like a spoiled princess.”

“hey,” he pouts, “i’m not spoiled.”

“you’re a bit spoiled,” you chuckle, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck—his lips quirk up, and you can’t help but notice how real it looks for once. “but i suppose you deserve it. not because you’re handsome though. because you deserve good things—just for being you,” you insist.

his lips are quivering a bit, and he’s blinking faster now. you ignore it, though, taking your sweet time as you lean down and kiss along the edges of every scar on his face, tracing your lips along where the old skin meets new.

“that’s cheesy,” he mutters, “now you sound like a therapist.”

“i mean it,” you say firmly, “and i meant it when i said you’re handsome too.“

“handsomest guy you’ve ever met, right?” he bats his lashes—they’re a bit hopeful, though, and you smile as you gently kiss the corner of his mouth before nodding.

“definitely,” you nod, “you’re the prettiest.”

“am i?” he grins, “now i’m more spoiled. who’s fault is that really?”

“i’ll allow it for today,” you snort, “today you can be spoiled. i’ll humble you tomorrow.”

“we’ll see,” he hums.

your hands cup his cheeks as you lean down for a kiss, and satoru’s hands clasp over them gently, holding them in place—and when you kiss him delicately, like the sun meets the moon as your lips touch, like your world revolves around him as you pull him closer, you think satoru is unfairly handsome.

and you’ll have to remind him that a bit more often.

he’s my liddol sourpatch :(

[sillyjet]

Happy TUESDAY ✨️

Object of the Day: Safety Glasses

Safety glasses are symbolic of protection. Just as these glasses protect our eyes, we mustprotect the vulnerable members of our society.

[jasonstiff]

Part 2: After the mooooove... Here's how Holly Cow and Minnie Cow did after my "MOOOOOVE" to Montana. 29 year old Holly Cow and Minnie Cow must be protected at all costs! (4/4)

#Montana #Billings #move #packing #moving #cow #cows #HollyCow #MinnieCow #mustprotect

[giadin-a]

MUST PROTECT!

After this season I have to say that I really appreciated this character!

[novathesheltie]

Today with Koa we met @fastpointydoge's Jyn! I have no pic to prove it so you'll have to take my word for it: she's the CUTEST pup ever!

[mofu-mofu-fandom-is-a-religion]

[sullensharkstallion]

Goopy Ghost & Tri’s Ghost

[annabanna422]

My bb Seven keeps yelling at MC and I'm here like LET ME LOVE YOU SOFTBOI

[gentlekoffei]

He

Dances.

That's it, that's the entire post.

[cowdudelol]

what the actual fuck

My mom, did my homeworks, I did not ask her, bribe her, no. She took my bag, and did my fucking homeworks, thanks mom 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[brigeyboo]

I love him. Look at him. You've been blessed. #frog #smolbean #babyfrog #cute #mustprotect https://www.instagram.com/p/B36ELLaBpNU/?igshid=10rv5pjbi1ajc

[sugawadidaw]

I just bought haikyu message card book, and then..

I cried

Same tanaka same

[jasonstiff]

Part 2: After the mooooove... Here's how Holly Cow and Minnie Cow did after my "MOOOOOVE" to Montana. 29 year old Holly Cow and Minnie Cow must be protected at all costs! (3/4)

#Montana #Billings #move #packing #moving #cow #cows #HollyCow #MinnieCow #mustprotect

[fellowrobloxian]

oof my heart,,,,,,, they’re the cutest couple ever whaththeifuckceejeodekdksjdjdj i love them so much