#so extremely self indulgent

[baeba]

dude happy kepler literally drives me up the fucking wall it’s horrific how this man has control over my entire life

(the ‘man’ in question is FAKE and from a PODCAST and is LITERALLY NOT REAL and A BAD BAD MAN)

happy keppy….

[laikabu]

transhet t4t AU sorry im just playing w my touys in my dollhouse pls don’t get mad at me look away if you dont like

[anbaisai]

he's so mean

[aeide-thea]

on principle opposed to describing art i dislike as 'masturbatory' because even though it's an alluringly contemptuous word to sneer it's impossible to reconcile with my pro-masturbation stance

[memequeme]

Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles // 9-1-1, Season 3, Episode 15, Eddie Begins // Homer (trans. Robert Fagles), The Iliad

[reds-skull]

Sharing a mask is something that can be so intimate actually

[beetle-beep]

pov: ur best friend had a real doozy of a day and is now looking at you like this wyd

[a2zillustration]

My BG3 run is quickly devolving into a messy dating sim (sorry)

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[emdeejaydraws]

stuck in the turbolift, what's there to do

[2jihiir0]

“Shhh.. you’re safe, Billy. The monsters are gone.”

[plutoenjoyer]

jooyeon — bothering you while you study

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genre: fluff, suggestive 𓇬 wc: 1.2k tags: female reader, college student!reader, fluff, drabble, established relationship, slightly suggestive, hair playing, wearing his clothes, reader wears glasses (in general or just while studying, up to you), not proofread lol warnings: none summary: jooyeon pesters you while you're cramming for a test because "he's bored" but in reality, he really wants you to hang out with him because he can't stop thinking about how cute you look wearing his big sweatshirt and pajama shorts. plus if he doesn't get attention he will die

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you're sitting on the floor on the coffee table of your living room, glasses on and pencil in hand trying to write down and remember as many things as you can for a big test the next day. jooyeon, who's been mindlessly scrolling on his phone for the past hour and a half, starts poking your arm with the end goal of annoying you into giving him attention.

if you were paying more attention, you'd know he's actually totally checking you out right now. truthfully, he likes how you look when you're focused. and your glasses being slightly crooked on your face is cute. you don't think twice when you steal one of his sweaters or hoodies from his closet now that you've been dating this long, but you fail to realize just how much it affects him when you do so, with the knowledge you're not wearing much underneath.

when you don't respond to him he blows on your neck which earns him a dissatisfied glare, but you can't stay mad at him for long because after the pestering doesn't work he's fully given up, his forehead hitting the table with a dull thud.

without him knowing (so you don't give him any more fodder to start bothering you again), you glance at his head face down on the table. his hair bulks up against the surface and you truly wonder how it looks so full and healthy and soft when it's been bleached so many times. and you keep watching him as he chooses to take a nap next to you, shifting his face so his cheek is squished against his arm.

you really, really try to keep studying but the pitiful sight before you has you exceedingly distracted. he's like a sad puppy. you would have no heart if you let a sad puppy keep being sad. not that you really wanted to stop studying for this stupid test. of course not.

he's so handsome when he's quiet, you think to yourself with a silent snicker because you know he'd make a big deal out of it if you said such an underhanded compliment.

before you know it you're petting his head, running your fingers gently through his hair and just barely scratching his scalp. and when his eyes open to look at you, blearily, he asks you questions but it comes out more like dull statements, "why are you petting me. aren't you too busy for me right now." he goes back to sulking.

"you seem to like it, though?" you lack the self control not to tease him when he gets like this, so in a way he did successfully distract you. but that self-aware thought doesn't pass your mind, because he gives you an unnecessarily attractive groan of displeasure before burying his face deeper into the crook of his arm, and you have to kick yourself before your mind can wander. "jooyeon," you coo at him, "baby."

okay, fine you get why being ignored could be annoying but in your defense you had good reason to (plus, you know him. he will not relent if you even give him the tiniest reaction).

roundabout way or not, you now have your full attention on him. you put your pencil down and think about how amusing this will be.

you decide to play footsies with him, as your legs are tucked under the coffee table. you run your foot along side his calf and nudge him a little, quietly giggling to yourself when you see his shoulders tense just a bit. you use this opportunity to twirl his hair around your finger. "joo, come on," you make it a point to push the notebook further from your body and adjust yourself in your spot to face him better, "look, you got me. i've done enough notes for the night. if i cram any more i think my head might explode,"

finally, he shifts his head just a bit to look at at you, eyes obscured by the mess of his bangs, "are you sure?"

"super sure."

he immediately perks up with a sparkle in his eye, "finally! i thought i was gonna die."

"what, youtube shorts isn't enough to keep you entertained?"

"i mean, yeah, but at a certain point i feel my brain start to melt," he huffs. "and not just that, it's impossible to just sit on my phone just waiting around when my hot girlfriend is sitting next to me literally wearing my clothes."

"wow. i'm sure flattered." you give him a sarcastic snort but truthfully the compliment sends butterflies down your tummy. you prompt him, a suggestive tone taking over your voice, "you like me wearing your clothes that much, though? care to tell me more?"

any other time he might have just rolled his eyes at you playfully or stuck his tongue out with a 'you wish' but for some reason he chooses to take your request seriously. an arm comes up closer behind your back, and he uses that as leverage to lean into you. "yeah," he begins, and your eyes follow his gaze when he looks down to your legs. with his palm, he ghosts his hand from just above your knee and then into your inner thigh, stopping just before he makes contact with anything more sensitive. your breath hitches ever so slightly, but then his hand changes course to your hip and pushes the sweater up a bit more. you can feel the slight breeze against your waist, "you look good in it. i can take one look at you and know you're mine,"

"joo." you say his name in a way that wants to scold him, but it comes out much weaker and more lovestruck than you'd have liked, "i-i was just joking."

he leans his body closer to you, lowering his voice in your ear. you can feel his breath against your neck as he gives you a downright seductive laugh, "but baby, you asked." he shifts even closer to you so that he can have better reach of your waist. you're more than happy to welcome the feeling of his hands roaming your body.

you're doing your best not to look at him because you just know that it's obvious he's getting to you. you feel your face and neck getting hot. you adjust your glasses on your face. "okay, yeah, i did," you admit, pursing your lips, and finally look to his face to see his beautiful thick eyelashes looking up at you, giving you an insanely sultry look and you still can't believe he's a real man that exists because of how unfathomably pretty he is. your stomach does a flip because fuck this, and you blurt out, "are you gonna kiss me or what?"

he bursts out laughing. and though the thick tension in the air breaks, it doesn't change the desire radiating off the both of you. he'd give you anything you wanted if you asked. and so, his lips are on yours. the impact of it causes you to have to lean against the seat cushions of the couch behind you for support. you're immediately enveloped by him relentlessly searching for the warmth of your mouth, with his hands eagerly slipping under the sweater and ghosting over the soft skin of your abdomen.

for the rest of the evening the notes on the table remain unfinished.

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[violentlydefending]

Wait....the writer of one of my favourite Monster!Majima fics is somebody I already followed (on your art account) and they do art of the weird monster guy?????? Truly a blessed day for me tbh.

I'M HONOURED!!!

so honoured in fact here's Even More Art of the weird monster guy :]

[violetscanfly]

It's been a while huh? How about a long ass trolls au post? Would that be anything?

Ok but seriously I'm obsessed with them and wrecked my sleep schedule for two nights in a row because I was having so much fun drawing them. I haven't seen any crossovers yet and I have many thoughts about how the mdzs/trolls lore works.

I was thinking about making each clan a different type of troll (the lans would fit classical so well etc but I wasn't really into the cupid aesthetic lmao) but the point of this at the beginning was just to get rid of major art block by drawing cute trolls so I just did whatever :'D

The gist of it is Wei Wuxian is a rock troll adopted into the pop troll society by the jiangs and in his yiling laozu era he fully leans into the rock side of himself that he used to suppress to fit in. I had to make Chenqing into an electric guitar, obviously, (rip wangxian duet) and he uses it to control rock zombies. As usual he gets resurrected by Mo Xuanyu (Did he die by being eaten? Maybe.) and his final form reflects both his love for pop while embracing his rock side as well. Also yes, the Jin trolls are yellow, so.

Since the Lan clan are not really classical trolls I thought they're instead more of the love ballad type of pop, (fits the lans only love once thing too!) so, very sentimental. Which makes Lan Wangji stand out by being cold and seemingly closed off while he's secretly composing love songs for Wei Wuxian. Design-wise I felt the lans would wear more layers and keep their hair tied but I wanted to differentiate the style from Wei Wuxian's ponytail so it's either a half tied up (down? since troll hair goes up??) or a bun. I thought it was funny to give Lan Wangji a huge hairpiece to keep the high hair thing going even when it's tied. Also it kinda marks his age, the taller it is the older he is. Maybe it's a status symbol as well.

I didn't really put too much though into A-Yuan since I just randomly decided to add him cause baby trolls are adorable but basically just Wen colours and the pigtails are homage to manhua A-Yuan whom I love.

Overall I tried to mix design elements from both ips and I really like how they turned out. I think that's all for now. :'D

[p1ctur3]

Can't believe it has been a full year since I starting posting AvA/M fanart

so I redrew my first piece of fanart :]

[meowdyjac]

Imagine a Sam and Max scenario where they get trapped in ice during a case basically stopping time for them (like futurama)

Cut to 12,000 or so years later, three bandits are looting the abandoned city of Alterna and come across (to them) what appears to be a bear/dog in a suit and a bunny stuck in a block of ice. They bring it out planning on either selling or using it as an attraction to generate money. Unfortunately for them they unplug the machine keeping them frozen and it happens to be the hottest week in the Splatlands.

Deep cut: *panicking because it could mean they probably unleash something that could destroy all inkadia, but more importantly they just lost a possible profit*

S&M, after the shock of sleeping for 12,000+ years wore off: “Well, we have been meaning on going on a vacation!”

[nanamikentoseyebags]

I know i'm home

for everyone the scars on his body showed that for all his immense power, he was still human. for him they were an agonizing reminder that he would never let it happen again.

pairing: satoru gojo x gn!reader

content: just his little inner satoru finally finds peace, warmth and home, hurt/comfort, fluff

a/n: i've been thinking a whole lot about little satoru lately, here's the result of my reflections lol, hope you enjoy <3

The quiet, velvety night slowly descended to the earth, spreading out an endless blanket of dark sky, sprinkled with a myriad of shimmering stars, inviting the full pale moon to slumber upon it until daybreak. A light summer breeze penetrated into your shared bedroom through the slightly open window, filling every corner of it with a pleasant freshness while gently, as if by the hand of a lover, brushing the loose strands away from your face. The barely audible murmur of the leaves, intertwined with the lulling buzzing of night insects and the occasional trill of birds, produced melodies that any composer would have envied. You stood there barefoot, in his oversized T-shirt that reached your knees, leaning your arms on the windowsill and curiously observing the nature, engulfed in a captivity of a tranquil slumber. It was miraculous how, in this hectic and violent world, there were still such peaceful nights, reserved for the two of you.

You pulled away from the window, gently adjusting the thin floral curtain he'd hung so eagerly, almost on the verge of falling, a few days ago. Listening to the tinkling sound of running water, you tiptoed toward the bathroom, the door of which was slightly ajar. The moments of simple domestic intimacy were so rare yet so precious that his five-minute absence felt like hours of unbearable torture, while the desire to peek through that little gap and catch a glimpse of the dearest silhouette grew with each passing second. You reached the door gingerly, and, squinting slightly in hopes that you wouldn't make a loud noise, you pulled it toward you, widening the viewing angle and quietly peeking in.

Your face met the pleasant warm humidity. The lamps glimmered brightly, illuminating the white tiled walls, little pearl-like droplets still dripping down as if chasing one another in an unspoken game. Satoru was standing with his back turned to you, exposing his broad shoulders and strong back with his birthmarks scattered all across it as if he was a canvas and they were the drops of paint, placed there by the hand of a great master. His snow-white hair, sparkling in the light, shimmered in an array of colors, creating a subtle glow all around him. The misted surface of the mirror revealed the imprints of his large palm, which had rid of the unwanted shroud a few minutes ago, giving him a glimpse of his reflection. His left hand rested on the edge of the basin while the other firmly gripped the razor, moving expertly across his porcelain, now covered in a layer of shaving foam, skin.

Satoru remained concentrated, turning his head deftly and delicately wielding his razor blade. His celestial blue eyes were fixed on his own reflection, while his thoughts were elsewhere. Surrounded by an unusual silence, punctuated only by the gentle whisper of flowing water, he still heard far more than any human ear could. For Satoru, the quietest night, so silent and soundless to everyone, turned into a cacophony of noisy daytime sounds.

He diligently tried to keep the annoying thoughts and noises away from him, striving to mentally return to the pleasant moments of complete tranquility with you. He put all the unnecessary shaving items into the cabinet and bent down, rinsing off the rest of the foam and sending it down the drain along with his dark thoughts. Then he straightened, taking a quick glance at his face reflected in the smooth surface of the mirror and reached for the towel, as his gaze, surprisingly even for him, lingered a little longer on the scar, hidden behind the damp snowy strands that fell on his forehead, and then slowly moved to his neck, eyes flickering worryingly under the blinding light of the bright lamps. He cautiously, as if he were afraid of himself, brought his hand to his neck, tracing the damaged skin with his fingertips and swallowing heavily. He reluctantly lowered his gaze to his chest, staring with revulsion at the vertical scar that so distinctly marked his pale skin.

He shook his head a few times, as if driving away the ghosts of his past, and nestled his head into the soft cloth of the terry towel, gently removing the residue of water from his face. Finally, he lifted his head and flinched slightly, meeting your gaze in the reflection.

"Spying on me?" he immediately turned around, in a moment replacing his startled grimace with his usual wide grin.

"Me? Never," you smiled sheepishly, not expecting to be caught red-handed, and opened the door wider, taking a couple of timid steps in his direction.

"I thought you were already in bed, you little liar," Satoru smirked boyishly, holding out his arms and inviting you into his warm embrace.

"I couldn't sleep without you, so I thought I'd see what you were doing here without me," you teased, wrapping your arms around his strong body and gently stroking his back.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, nothing to make you feel neglected," he joked, sounding as confident as possible, but his eyes brimmed with all the colors of unrestrained sadness.

You slapped his back playfully, bursting into hearty laughter and burying your nose into his naked chest. His strong arms encircled your waist, pulling you even tighter against him as his lips left a light kiss on your head. Your palm slowly caressed his silky skin, tracing intricate patterns with your fingertips, feeling the hundreds of goosebumps running all over his body. You smiled, your index finger now drawing a small heart just where his heart was beating beneath it. Satoru shook his head, laughing softly and rolling his eyes, "You're so cheesy," but you could still feel his slender, long fingers leaving little hearts on every millimeter of your skin for several minutes now. You smiled blissfully, allowing yourself to melt into his tender embrace, forgetting time and plans, feeling only the comfort of his warmth enveloping you from head to toe and his heart beating right under your cheek.

You gently touched his deep scar, like a scorched mark resting on his flawless, soft-white skin. Satoru's breath hitched as he shuddered at the sudden sensation.

"Does it hurt?" a soft whisper, coming from your lips and fanning his chest with your hot breath, reached his ears.

"Of course not, silly, it has long since healed," he looked at you perplexedly, his eyebrows drawn into a thin line.

"No, does it hurt?" you stressed the last word, lifting your head and gazing into his wide-open hypnotic orbits, hoping that he would understand what you implied in that question.

His lips quivered, and his eyes flickered frantically over your face, trying to figure out if he should voice what had been languishing inside for so long. Small but obvious wrinkles appeared on his forehead, giving his face an even more baffled expression.

"Yeah...' he forcefully uttered the answer that was stuck in his throat, 'sometimes I feel his knife going through me all over again…,' his hand slowly covered yours, stroking your knuckles.

"Right...," you whispered, intertwining your fingers with his and squeezing his hand lightly, in hopes of showing that you could understand him.

"Sometimes I feel like I'm a kid again and I relive all this stuff over and over again, isn't that silly?" he chuckled sadly, hiding his eyes, in which you could notice snippets of the suffering he had seen throughout his life. It seemed as if, as he uttered these words, he indeed turned into a little boy, only the mischievous smile that everyone around him was so used to seeing had now faded, and his eyes no longer burned with such a vibrant light.

"It's not stupid at all," you lovingly brushed his hair away from his forehead, gently stroking his cheekbone, "I wish I was there to protect you from everything," you admitted sincerely.

"You know I would have done anything to prevent that," Satoru gently took your hand, leaving an appreciative kiss on your palm.

You nodded, knowing it was useless to argue with him, just hugged him a little tighter, while gently caressing his tense back muscles. You knew how hard he was trying not to reveal his true emotions to you, to keep cool, but it was his hands that were nervously rubbing the fabric of yours, or rather his T-shirt, and the ragged breathing that caused his chest heave so anxiously that made it all abundantly clear.

"I often wonder what that little boy I once used to be would have said to me after knowing how much pain and death those eyes had seen, what he would have thought when he saw that with every step I took there were bloody footprints on the ground, stretching endlessly behind me, how he would have felt when he noticed those scars, evidence that I had let it happen to him" he continued after a pause, burying his nose in your hair.

"He would have been proud of you," you uttered quietly, "after finding out what you had learned and what else those magic eyes could do, he would have admired seeing what your body, now adorned with a pair of battle marks, was capable of, he would have thanked you when he realized how many people you had saved. And he thanks you now for the way you protect him, because he still lives in you."

Satoru fell silent, holding his breath, heeding every single word that he felt was healing his wounds, kissing all the pain away. He closed his eyes, trying to hold back the tears that welled up in his eyes, and exhaled softly.

You caressed his side reassuringly, leaving a kiss on his shoulder, "I just know little Satoru feels safe now."

"Yeah, with you, little Satoru feels at home.”

***

The silent, dark night was replaced by a bright morning, filled with the peals of the birds, causing the sleeping moon to give way to the brilliant sun, illuminating the soft features of Satoru, who had fell asleep on your chest, with its gentle golden rays. The warm blanket he had so carefully wrapped you in before you went to sleep almost slid to the floor, his arm lazily wrapped around your waist while your legs were entwined, preventing you from moving. You smiled earnestly, fingertips stroking his soft skin and once again covering his body with little hearts, while your lips were leaving little kisses here and there. Your heart was full, realizing with its every beat that your whole world was encased in this one person. You lay there quietly, staring at his slightly fluttering white lashes and hoping that in one of the parallel universes you had somehow met sooner, and both little Satoru and little you knew no worries, faithfully carrying your love through life, holding tightly to each other with your intertwined pinkies.

thank you for reading, reblogs and comments are very much appreciated! &lt;3

art and dividers are not mine &lt;3

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