#siGHS

[geesehell]

may i indulge you in more whiteboard doodles

kissing isn't my strong suit erm

[icyfox17]

@jtownraindancer

[crumbsispoggers]

Redraw of a Redraw! Figured I redrew my previous redraw of Starborne Scott

Here's the link to the first redraw!

And the link to the first drawing

[clarkkantagain]

andres absalon

[loyalguma]

little sneak peek 2 my suguru angst fic.... is this good?? I HAVENT TOUCHED THIS IN MONTHS cus i have no idea where 2 take the plot. send help. warning 4 not being proofread yet + lowk random and all over the place

credits 2 @/v6que for the dividers !

The moment Suguru meets your eyes is the moment he almost regrets deflecting from Jujutsu High. Of course he’d never in a million years go back to that insufferable hell, but seeing you feels like a turning point. It’s as though you’re all of the memories coming back to smite him.

Such a simple look adorns your face: surprise. The way he notices every crevice and dimple in your cheekbones and forehead; the crease of your eyebrows and scrunch of your nose; the widened shape of your eyelids that could never dull a sunny day even if you tried. Your head tilts to the left ever-so-slightly, your jaw ajar and lips formed in a perfect ‘O’ shape. 

Clenching your fists at your sides, Suguru notices how angry you must be. Angry at him for leaving, or for killing many innocent people that day in the village, or never saying a proper goodbye when you likely needed it most. 

A question lingers in his mind.

Why are you here? 

Instead of voicing his light confusion, Suguru clears his throat to speak. “Ah, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?” He doesn’t say your name, wondering if it’s too soon to act buddy-buddy with you. It’s been years since your last interaction. 

The hallway of the temple he owns doesn’t help much either. It seems to drag on for longer than he likes, such as this awkward, tense silence between the both of you. Though it’s supposed to feel nearly empty, all Suguru feels is a doomed weight on his shoulders. The pristine white walls of the marble are anything but, and your expression doesn’t help the idea that’s forming in his mind. For a moment Suguru believes that you’re here to kill him—the look on your face says it all. He wouldn’t blame you if you did.

Instead, your croak of a voice mutters two gentle words. “Why, Suguru?”

His own name feels foreign to him. It’s his real name, but he can barely remember when someone last said it. Excellence, magnificence—that’s what his name means. Huh. 

Pulling at the collar of his kasaya, a bitter warmth fills his chest as you demand for more answers. 

“We can talk in my quarters.” The suggestion lies in front of you, already confessed before Suguru could think a second time. He gestures a hand toward you with an inviting smile. 

He watches you take his hand, albeit hesitantly. Your fingers tremble before touching his. 

Suguru leads you through the hallway and between the giant church-like rooms that hold seminars and guides you to his own quarters.

Behind closed doors, Suguru is nothing but a broken man with corrupted principles. But with curtains open in front of the hundreds of people who believe in him, Suguru is the most captivating man to the audience. He has eyes on him nearly 24/7, anyone waits for him to determine their fate. So it’s a cult, then.

Entering the dorms, you follow Suguru into his own room. The walls are a polished dark creme color with delicate floral patterns decorating as the wallpaper. He must be a minimalist: only a jet black futon with stiff-looking pillows for his bed arrangement, natural light spilling in from the windows (they’re big—floor to ceiling in some places), and a small coffee table that keeps a singular teapot and teacup. The tatami mats rustle under your feet as you take more and more steps. 

“Please, have a seat,” Suguru murmurs to you gently, crouching down to rest against a pillow lying on the floor. One leg curls into his thigh while the other stays in the open, manspreading with his elbow placed on his knee and holding up his chin.

Then, sighing, Suguru speaks. “I know I have a lot of explaining to do… especially to you,” he begins, the smile on his face fading away. Feeling the guilt burn in his stomach like acid, Suguru adjusts his position again. It eats away at the hole in his chest, perhaps where his heart used to be.

[angelpuns]

your honor I have made a terrible mistake

terrible take but i've seen a few people draw future peepaw Leonardo with chin stripes like it’s his beard and it's adorable but I have yet to see anyone consider the horrific possibility of stripes forming to make him a mustache goatee combo

[dale-afficanado-blueberry]

I regret to inform you that Discord's new Terms of Service includes an arbitration clause. You can find it here https://discord.com/terms/#16. This clause includes an opt-out, which I have transcribed here:

You can decline this agreement to arbitrate by emailing an opt-out notice to arbitration-opt-out@discord.com within 30 days of April 15, 2024 or when you first register your Discord account, whichever is later; otherwise, you shall be bound to arbitrate disputes in accordance with the terms of these paragraphs. If you opt out of these arbitration provisions, Discord also will not be bound by them.

These clauses are underhanded ways that corporations seek to deprive you of your right to participate in class-action lawsuits and your right to a jury trial. (This does only apply to us users ,other people still spread the word though )

[willabee]

hired this thing to stare at you

[deusfoundry]

zayne

[keplerspacecraftofficial]

electing to believe this is what griddlehark looks like to everyone else

[hinamie]

the new jjk cafe fits have been living in my head . no thoughts except yuuji in a letterman

[huyandere]

sometimes i think about how the arm shanks lost was his dominant one

[tetzoro]

the amount of times zoro pulls out mid-fuck to start eating you out has to border on some sort of punishment.

it never fails to leave you whining out in a great loss, missing the way he deliciously filled you up moments ago. once again longing for the closeness when his glistening, taut body was hovering over yours, breathy grunts of your name flowing from his kiss-bitten lips.

but the moment his sinful mouth wraps around your puffy clit, his tongue slowly unraveling your core and spelling out his undying devotion to you, takes back the previous notion that he was doing it just to spite you.

everything fades into a lofty state of bliss while he hungrily eats you out without so much as taking a break, consumed with the urge to swallow you whole.

there’s an addictive quality to you that urges him to stop whatever he’s doing to get a taste, the buds on his tongue yearning for you in a way even his favorite sake could never replicate.

relentless as ever, he relishes in the way you grab onto his hair, nails digging into his scalp as he barely comes up for air all while he devours you. the way you writhe and squirm above him is a sight to behold, one that causes him to chase the friction that he earns when his aching, neglected cock rubs against cotton sheets.

the two of you come at the same time but zoro doesn’t relent until you’re practically twitching and jolting in his near bruising hold, yanking on him to show mercy and pull away.

with a satisfied smirk, the familiar catch of his hard cock nudges along your overstimulated clit before slowly sinking back into you until he’s bottomed out and kissing your cervix, ready to take you once again.

after enough times and endless complaints from you about how his cum goes to waste this way, zoro will easily manhandle you so you’re sat on his face instead, bent over his torso as he thrusts into your eagerly awaiting mouth until he spills down your throat.

[spookyratking]

I love starting things and never finishing them it's so fun it's so fun it's fun it's so fun it's so fun it's sips fun it's so

[clarkkantagain]

christian hogue