#p: kat

[randomthunk]

Oxventure Wyrdwood drops tomorrow, and of all the characters, I got an idea to draw Happen first. I've been binge-reading Witch Watch the past few weeks and just on the visual level, an idea came about. I really just wanted to draw that hand.

[ryukatters]

from the start — s. gojo ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊

⟡ a/n: no thoughts head empty just satoru. annoyed!reader x lovesick!gojo will always hit idcidc!! Also I was listening to "from the start" by laufey while writing this

⟡ pairing: satoru gojo x fem! reader

⟡ content: fluff, mutual pining, idiots to lovers, awkward first kisses, ooc! gojo for a little bit, reader gets called a good girl, gojo's a little more emotionally intelligent than reader, takes place during your guys’ third year at jujutsu high (we ignore premature death and hidden inventory)

⟡ word count: ~1k

⟡ credits to this prompt list

Your first kiss with Gojo doesn’t go as planned.

Not that you were ever planning on kissing him in the first place— you might even argue that it was completely impulsive and spur of the moment. 

It’s just you and Satoru today, with Suguru being away on a mission and Shoko at the morgue, as usual. It's been a while since your schedules have matched up, so both of you decide to hit up your usual spot off campus. Satoru’s treat, he insists.

"You deserve it, after all," he says, slinging an arm around your shoulder, "you've been working so hard lately."

"Are you sure you're not just using me as an excuse to stuff your face full of food?" you huff, trying your best to wrestle his arm off you, but to no avail. If anything, it prompts Gojo to wrap both of his arms around you, with the two of you waddling together in a sort of quasi-conga line.

"Nah," he laughs, and a whispered "just wanna spend time with you, 's all," follows after.

The two of you are nestled in the comfort of the small cafe, tucked away from the harsh bite of frigid autumn air. You have a plate of fresh yakitori on the table in front of both of you— why he insists on sharing when he has the appetite of an elephant, you don’t know. 

“Say ahhhh,” he says, lifting a skewer to your mouth, to which you scowl.

“You are not feeding me.” 

He pouts, head tipped forward to reveal those annoying, blue puppy eyes underneath his glasses. “Pretty please?”

“No, Satoru. I can feed mysel—“ your reprimand is cut short by Gojo shoving the piece of chicken in your mouth. He even takes the liberty to grip your chin so you can close your mouth and chew. 

“There you go, good girl,” he smiles easily. You want to dump your bubble tea on top of his head. Instead, you decide to show a bit of decorum and ignore the overgrown furby next to you. 

He’s always like this. Flirting and teasing and being an overall menace to you. Sometimes, you think you can see some truth behind his act, but Satoru is Satoru and that means being an overall headache is engraved into his very soul. You choose to ignore your fluttering heartbeat whenever he's around.

It’s quiet for a moment, and quiet plus Satoru is never a good combination. You dare to look at him, gaze flitting over his annoyingly soft hair, annoyingly pretty eyes, sharp nose, plush, pink lips—

“You so want to kiss me right now,” he declares matter-of-factly. Those same lips are now upturned in an annoyingly handsome smirk.

“Now how did you come up with that ridiculous idea?” You sigh, slight exasperation lacing your features.

He leans in, close enough to be in your bubble, and pauses for a moment, as if he’s thinking long and hard studying your expression before cracking an obnoxiously wide grin and tapping your nose— “It’s written all over your face!” 

You scoff before giving his shoulder a rough shove, to which he laughs. Satoru thinks it's cute when you're a little worked up, and now he wants to kiss you.

Gojo doesn’t understand why you refuse to acknowledge the painfully obvious tension between you two. He likes you, a lot. In fact, he thinks it wouldn’t be a stretch to admit he’s just the tiniest bit in love with you after all these years. If he's being honest, he's getting a little desperate. He's not sure how much longer he can ignore the crushing feeling in his chest that seems to wound tighter with each passing day he's not yours. And he's confident that you at least somewhat reciprocate those feelings. So why fight it?

“Oh, what? Don't tell me I made you all shy no—mmfh!!” It’s your turn to cut him off, pressing your lips to his softly.

You're not entirely sure why you kissed Satoru in the first place. Maybe you just wanted him to shut up for once, to be the one that flusters him, or maybe, just maybe, you were tired of this push-and-pull dynamic that's been plaguing your entire friendship from the moment you two met. You think you're tired of swimming against a current so strong, that maybe you should just stop fighting it and see where it takes you.

It takes every single ounce of restraint in Gojo’s body to not flail around like a complete idiot when your lips meet his. 

You swear you can feel a slight residue stain your lips. Was he wearing lip balm? 

When you pull back, Gojo stays there, frozen in place. 

It’s almost comical, the way his blue eyes flutter open before they widen like saucers, a pink flush steadily creeping up his chest to the tips of his ears. You think you might have broken him. 

For the first time in the entirety you’ve known Satoru, he seems to be at a loss for words. 

For how suave the Gojo heir seems to be most of the time, you think it's a little funny how you can shut him up with a simple kiss. It's almost cute, and strangely comforting, in a way, how you can reduce the strongest sorcerer to a blushing mess. You’re left wondering where his big ego and all that confidence went.

You make the move to clean up after the both of you, but Satoru stops you with a hand wrapped around your arm, tugging you back down to sit, your thigh brushing his.

“Can we do that again?” Ah, there it was.

It’s your turn to be shocked. Satoru takes the silence as a chance to explain himself, “They say the second time’s the charm."

“Was the first time not charming enough for you?” You tease. 

“It was,” he smiles, leaning in as one hand cups your cheek, “but the second time’s going to be even better, I promise.” 

Work belongs to @ryukatters. Please do not repost or translate my writing anywhere.

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>>> Collection Sean O'Pry smokes*

#5

[ > Models_Smokes* ] [ Source : Sean BY Kat Irlin ]

[t3chborb]

It be Ramattra's birthday today (the first one since the cast's bdays were revealed), so obviously I had to make something special for such a monumental occasion~

The art may appear a little strange, given the pic's purpose. Shouldn't it be a bit more obvious that it's a birthday celebration? What's going on here?

Well...

Let's just say this art is indeed special. If you want the context, you'll have to read @korpuskat's "Date of Manufacture" (Tumblr / AO3) ;)

[kxttqi]

ִֶָ࣪ ☾. 𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞 ｡

꒰ the daughter of overhaul, a weapon made to destroy. 

⋆ status: ongoing

⋆ content: x f!reader / op!reader , canon divergent , angst , slow burn, reader insert

⋆ taglist: open

!! before you read: some chapters will contain content relating to gore, abuse, smoking, alcohol consumption, drugs, mature language, self harm, and graphic violence ; relative warnings will be at the start of individual chapters as well. 

⋆ chapters:

prologue chapter 1 ; ua's hero course chapter 2 ; whispers

updates will be VERY inconsistent as i do have other things to do outside of writing, please bear w me <3

this was originally meant to be a shoto todoroki x reader, but i changed my mind halfway; the reader will be interacting with multiple male characters throughout (although shoto might be endgame idk the plot of my own story we js ball)

also hi yes i took inspiration from acheron for the quirk 

leave a comment under this post to be added to the taglist; please don’t send an ask! having them in one place makes it easier for me to keep track and not miss anybody. <3

only part of this work is cross posted on wattpad and quotev (user @/ryuuxyze) because i forgot both of the logins whoops

© kxttqi — do not repost, copy, translate or steal my works without permission.

[mpsansy]

I’ll do more, these were just sitting in my files for days…

[clonerightsagenda]

Pushed past my usual 2 episodes per day so I could reach the red dragon fight:

I love the detail of the dragon's tongue clicking. It's a nice bit of biology worldbuilding and adds a creepy ominous warning before it blasts people. It sounded just as I'd hoped.

The undine fight animators are back. I don't necessarily mind the sketchy, jagged look, but it's not consistent, so it's a bit distracting when it pops up.

"Hi I'm Laios and this is jackass!" gets blown 50 feet in the air by your sister's girlfriend

Marcille muttering about gently embracing ghosts in explosions seems silly until you see Falin banish a ghost by whacking Laios with a stick really hard

Thinking about Falin's original career goal being a gravekeeper (caring for the dead, handling any ghosts that arise) versus Marcille's ambitions to keep death at bay. Abhorsen/necromancer romance

Minor comment but considering my personal investment in the matter I like that Falin's skull is missing its mandible. People often draw skulls like they're all one piece and they're not! I am greatly soothed by the knowledge that when I die and am buried my fucking mandible will fall off. Can't happen soon enough tbh. Voted out of the polycule (my skeleton)

Tomorrow… necROMANCEy

[heatherfield]

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Incorrect Quotes + Headless: A Sleepy Hollow Story [x]

Bonus:

[shadow-0-8]

so I’m on my period, with god awful cramps, eating KitKats like a fatass with a heating pad, so here’s what I think some CoD characters call periods.

Gaz: literally just a period, he’s respectful and reasonable

Ghost: lady stuff, he’s awkward and prefers hinting at it

Soap: blood moon, he thinks it’s cool and edgy

Price: that time of month, he’s trying to be respectfully vague

Graves: aunt flow, he heard you jokingly call it this once and has not stopped, it’s getting annoying.

BONUS, GHOST BOYS

(but first you must bring me a Kit Kat)

Elias: girl stuff, purposely kinda demeaning

Merrick: also calls it that time of month

Hesh: period, straight to the point, helpful big brother vibes.

Logan: he’s an innocent baby and we wrap our pads up really tight when we put them in the trash so he isn’t traumatized

Keegan: doesn’t refer to it, just brings you whatever you need.

I might do another thing about this but I’m tweaking out from pain rn.

please ask me some shit, PLEASSSSEE I am confined to by bed(it’s hella comfy)

and my cat just pissed on my favorite clothes.

[seabeck]

Pup portrait

[scrollonso]

PLEASE.

[h0t-p1nk-ch33tah-pr1nt]

WHO LET HER COOK 😭😭😭😭😭

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>>> Collection Sean O'Pry smokes*

#6

[ > Models_Smokes* ] [ Source : Sean BY Kat Irlin ]

[randomthunk]

I have no words, I really fell backwards into the Kiraodo ship and I am sorry for the absurdity of my situation.

[tadaxii-i]

CONTRIBUTING TO THE CROP TOP JAMES FEST because HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVOURITE HIMBOOOO

I wrote this microfic and it's really horny and kind of Reg centric because I can't help it but! It still fits the demand.

Happy Birthday - 1,550 words - Starchaser, Wolfstar, Background Marylily, Suggestive.

@croptopjames

Regulus had woken James up this morning.

Which was highly unusual, seeing as James usually rose before the sun and Regulus had to mourn his getting up every morning, reaching helplessly around his empty bed.

Today, though, Regulus kissed him awake just a mere minutes before his alarm clock rang.

"Mon coeur," Murmured Regulus against his cheek, the incessant presses of affection slowly but surely pulling James out of his slumber. "Mon amour, please wake up."

"Mghh…" Grumbled James, and the incoherence must have been funny to Regulus, because he chuckled quietly against his skin. Unwillingly, it made James smile too.

"Good morning." Smiled Regulus as he climbed above James, his head hanging like chandelier a few inches from James'. He didn't think he'd ever get used to waking up to the most beautiful sight in the whole world every single morning, with its unruly hair and returning freckles.

"Good morning." He hummed back, and Regulus pressed a kiss to the bridge of his nose, right where it was permanently indented from his glasses.

"Happy birthday, Jamie."

Oh yeah, it was his birthday. James liked seeing Regulus first on his birthdays - spring was returning, so his pale skin tended to brown up incredibly quickly, a myriad of freckles settling on his cheeks and shoulders. His ears took on that constant pink flush that warmed James' heart.

He must have been staring, because Regulus tilted his head to the side, his hair falling into his eyes, but still smiling. Regulus always smiled on his birthdays. James liked to joke that it was always his best gift, but he was actually always serious.

"Come on, you're falling back asleep, I can feel it." Exposed. "Get up, get up! You're only getting older from now on."

"Okay, okay, I get it." Protested James, pushing himself up on his elbows and sitting up against the pillows. Regulus scooted backwards on his knees to give him space, scrunching his nose when James brushed his sleep-puffy eyes. Regulus handed him his glasses, and suddenly the world was clearer.

"I've got a gift for you." He perked up, pushing himself off the bed to reach out into their closet. James had a premium view of the tall expanse of his legs in his shorts from here, so he was more than happy to wait for a bit.

"Why did you wake up so early? We don't have anything until this afternoon, you could have slept a little bit more." James reached out for Regulus' waist as he slid back atop the covers, a thin box clutched in his pretty hands. He leaned into his lover's touch, straddling James' legs and making himself comfortable - which was a wonderful idea, if you asked James - pushing the package against his chest.

Regulus avoided his question, instead opting for: "Open up."

James raised his brow at that, but Regulus only stuck out his tongue, so James thought it was nothing bad. He still tugged at Regulus' tongue with his teeth, though.

At a closer inspection, the box was a flat, burgundy thing with a small carving, that James recognised as a gift box he'd used for Regulus' Yule present a few years ago - probably recycling, then.

Inside, there was a small heap of fabric, meticulously folded into a neat square, of the same dark red that James knew Regulus liked on him. James unfolded it under Regulus' watchful eyes.

It was a crop top, with an inscription on it.

"Boytoy?" Scoffed James, his eyebrows shooting to his hairline. "You're so rude to me! On my birthday!"

But Regulus only leaned forward, whispering against his lips.

"It's true, though."

And it was, yes. So.

Regulus kissed him, so James would do anything he asked of him. It was clockwork, at this point.

"Wear it today?" His baby murmured in between kisses, desperately fighting against the smile threatening to cut James' face in half.

"I thought it was my day." James' hand locked into Regulus' curls.

"It is. Don't act like you don't like it. I've seen your butchered band tees."

"They're not butchered!"

"Okay, 'Fleetwood' fan. No 'Mac' in sight."

"Bitch."

"Sure."

And Regulus' body against his was so very warm.

-

"PRONGS!" Sirius basically ripped his ears off as he jumped into his arms, and James caught him just before he smashed his head against the hardwood floors. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

"Indoors voice, Pads." Reminded Remus, but Sirius ignored him to pepper James' face with sloppy kisses.

"Thank you, Padfoot!" James pressed Sirius against him, practically crushing his smaller frame into his arms. He knew it was the way Sirius liked hugs anyway.

James had definitely mellowed out after settling down with Regulus - his fiancé, thank you very much - but he was sometimes reminded of the way he used to be whenever he saw Sirius jumping around like an overexcited puppy. He envied the way Sirius hadn't changed a bit since high school.

Behind them, Remus and Regulus exchanged a nod and a smile, sighing at their mutual disasters. The both of them weren't much better, but they hid it better, the little shits.

James did a round of hugs and kisses for every guest, receiving 'happy birthday's and low whistles from those who dared look below his pectorals.

"Damn." Marlene slapped his ass on his way to greet Dorcas, her dimples digging into her cheeks. "You're out of control today!"

"It was Reggie's idea." He denounced, ignoring Regulus' dark stare.

"Of course it was." She winked, and he winked back.

The party wasn't really a surprise, because Sirius organised a surprise party every year at the same place, same time. James had stopped pretending to be surprised after a few years, but he still appreciated the sentiment.

Still, after so many years, everyone kept coming. There was not a birthday where someone was missing - Mary had gotten a gift for Evan, for fuck's sake! And they had nothing in common. They were their own little village, an ecosystem coexisting for more than seven years for some, and almost fifteen for the rest.

"Barty J!" James cried out, slamming his hand against Barty's and smashing their shoulders together.

"You look good!" Retorted Barty, those sly eyes wrinkling at the corners. One of the first conversations he'd had with Barty once he and Reg had started dating was some teasing, good intentioned sex advice - He and Regulus had almost been together once, actually - and a weird kind of shovel talk much too similar to Sirius'. knew he had a friend in him, whether or not anyone liked to admit it.

James let go of him and Regulus kissed both of his cheeks, smiling.

Then Evan, Pandora, and late comer Mary who - according to her words - had been snogging Lily in the bathroom, then Lily, who looked like she'd, in fact, been snogged in the bathroom.

And even as they all fell through their yearly routine of hugs, bad American movies and cake, Regulus' eyes were on him; on the expanse of skin on his stomach, on the lingering hands he grazed as he circulated, on the kiss he pressed there as he got settled on the couch with a drink in his hand.

-

James didn't even get to get a glimpse of the inside of their flat before Regulus pressed him against the entrance hall's wall.

In a matter of seconds, hungry lips were on his, and James could only reciprocate, sighing and breathing against the warm, warm, hot pressure. Hands in hair, hands on arms, hands on shoulder blades, hands on bare waists, and it might just as well been Regulus' birthday from he indulged himself. James thought he was no one to stop him, really.

"Baby," James sighed against his hair as Regulus began trailing down his throat. Regulus hummed against his throat, scraping his teeth against his Adam's apple. "Baby, please."

"What do you want?" Regulus caught his lips again - James felt like he was being stringed at the tune of Regulus' violin, something to be played with and discovered.

He didn't know what he wanted, truly. Nothing, everything, just for Regulus to touch him, for fuck's sake. It was never enough, never enough, and James wanted more more more too much.

Regulus dropped on his knees, a beautiful sight with bright blue eyes - Regulus said they were grey but he didn't believe him one second - and rosy red cheeks. He was a bit tipsy from the liquor, that peach delight Dorcas kept pouring into his glass all throughout the night and he just accepted. His lips trailed the crease of James' belly button, peering up through his lashes.

James' breath caught in his chest.

It was easy to predict that Regulus would bite. It still brought James to tears when he did, sinking his sharp canines into the flesh of his flanks, willing the blood to the surface in tiny pools. Regulus' fingers trailed where his tense muscles rippled in shock, looking every bit the blood-sucking demon James knew he was.

"I just want you, my love." James whispered, never ever willing the shame the shake in his voice if it meant Regulus would grin at him like that.

"Your wish is my command."

[sapphicomics]

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