#yr wonderful

[rotomicity]

I want to remain with my hand entwined in yours

Bringing my 2020 kyosaya art to tumblr bc the sequel movie news got me by the neck and I haven't been normal since :')

[chapioca]

been getting into feeling scared and peckish lately

[rhupi]

" Something stupid "

- Frank sinatra

[fairylando]

somebody needs to study the gargantuan levels of cunt carlos used to serve at tororosso .. this is literally the peak embodiment of "the devil's favorite prince", "il diavolo rosso".

he is lucifer, the morning star.

he is the planet venus.

[humans-are-tasty]

[gophergal]

boinga. boinga. boinga. boinga.

bonus heby weapon man:

[deathshallbethelastenemy]

where you go, i go (2)

TEEN!gojo x FEM!reader (soulmate AU)

TW⚠️: angst, toji being toji, reader thinks about killing someone, gojo is in his tweaked out enlightenment era soooooo gojo a little creepy and eerie

Part 2 of what you see, i see

She had been going through the motions for the rest of the day, she hadn't even bothered to stop by her school clubs, until she arrived home. A sickly sweet scent of pastries attacked her senses the second she entered. Her house doubled as a bakery for the first floor. It was a popular hang out place for people her age especially for couples. There was a parade of them this time - cheerful couples were already sharing their coffees and sugary pastries.

The universe was laughing at her. It had to be. Why else would there be so many happy couples in the store right now? It was pointing and laughing hysterically on the ground saying: "That's what you get for ignoring me! That's what you get for resenting my gift to you!" Because that's what a soulmate was, a gift. A rare and wonderful gift that no one believed in, except for those who have experienced it themselves, and she had lost it; lost him.

She almost cried on the spot.

Her mother waved gleefully from behind the register, her daughter seldom returned it as she went up the stairs. She dropped her school bag in her room besides her desk and, face first, flopped on her bed.

She closed her eyes. Nothing, there was nothing.

Her lip quivered as tears began to sting her eyes, but she couldn't cry. Not when her mother was expecting her to change and put on an apron and help as she always did after school. She could silently mourn him tonight.

She let out a shaky breath. Did she even have the right to mourn him? She had never met him or talked to him. Everytime she thought of him recently was only to insult him or dismiss him entirely. No, she did not have the right to mourn him and she deserved to feel empty on the inside.

She put on a clean apron and slugged her way down stairs with a smile as she took over her mother's place at the register. Her mom kissed the top of her head and beamed at her with a thumbs up.

She never understood why so many people hated working retail, but now, she did. She had to force a smile and treat every customer kindly, all the while, she was dying on the inside.

A man had come in. Tall and insanely buff, a scar on his mouth. He ordered the cheapest pastry on the menu and handed her a wadded up yen. Her blood turned cold when their fingers brushed.

Her mother quickly took the money away from her as she gave her a quick command to check on the oven in the back.

She swallowed and listened to her mom. Her steps were quick as she pushed the double doors that led to the kitchen, she hugged herself.

It was him. It had to be him. That was the man who killed Gojo Satoru. She reached for a knife and gripped it tight. She should kill him. Her soulmate was dead and he was the reason why. She should try and avenge him.

Sheshouldsheshouldsheshouldsheshould-

The oven blared next to her. Her head snapped to it as the knife clattered on the ground, and with shaky mitted hands she opened the oven, and took out the fresh pastries.

Those were dangerous thoughts; thoughts she never thought she would ever have against anyone. She took off the oven mitts and looked outside the circle window of the kitchen - he was leaving and her mother was watching him like a hawk, even when the bell rang sharply with a muffin in his mouth as he walked outside with the rest of the crowd. She didn't know what possessed her to run after him, but she did. Maybe, all she wanted to know was why he had killed Gojo Satoru. Maybe, she wanted this man to kill her too, so she wouldn't feel empty inside anymore.

A blur of a conversation as the words tumbled out of her mouth: "Why? Why did you kill Satoru?"

She didn't register anything other than his gruff voice, "Ah, he had a soulmate. If I were you I'd keep that information to yourself from now on." Uninterestedly, he continued, "You wouldn't want the Gojo clan to know about you. No doubt, they'll try to marry you off to another member of the clan." and then, kept walking.

She didn't hear the interest in his voice when he said to himself, "But she would be worth a lot of money if I did take her to them." He would negotiate a price first to see if he was right about her being worth any money. He would worry about that later, right now, he had a star plasma vessel to turn in.

A sharp tug on her arm is all that stopped her from running after him again.

"______! What were you thinking?" her mother gritted out as she led her back into the bakery. Her mother's voice is strict and unwavering, "Go to your room."

And she did.

She tossed the apron on her desk and kicked her school bag. How was she supposed to live like this with the rest of her entire life half-full?

A sob violently escaped her.

This was how everyone else in the world lived, she realized.

Aching and alone.

Desperate and searching.

Wanted and unwanted.

Now, she was just like everyone else like she had always wanted. She supposed, she couldn't complain.

She laid in bed, wrapped herself in a blanket - trying to keep warm, but she doubted, she'd ever feel warm again as she cried herself to sleep.

She dreamt about Satoru. Flashes of a long chain, of red, of purple, of blood, of a crowd clapping, of someone wrapped in a white sheet, of a long dark hallway.

The universe was laughing at her again. Why else would it give her dreams about him?

An uneasiness settled into her bones. Someone was watching her. The grim reaper, no doubt wearing the face of her soulmate's assassin. If death wanted her, so be it.

She kept her eyes closed.

She saw herself sleeping soundly in death's gaze. She saw the time pass through her window changing from sundown to night as death continued to watch her intently.

Hours had passed.

00:57:39

She wondered at what specific time the grim reaper would take her.

1:13:01

Did it want her to open her eyes?

1:13:10

Probably.

1:13:15

The grim reaper has been patiently waiting for her.

1:13:17

Why keep death waiting then?

1:13:20

Her eyes fluttered open.

Beautiful, vibrant cerulean blue.

It was not death. It was -

"Satoru," she whispered.

"______," he whispered back.

Satoru was sitting down on the floor extremely close to her bed with his legs crossed while his hands rested neatly on his ankles. There was dry blood on his face and on his white dress shirt.

Her mouth moved but no sound came.

"You were crying," he said as he caressed her cheek soothing his thumb along the trail of stained lines that her dried tears had left, "alot."

So, he had seen everything.

She put her hand over his and gently rubbed circles.

Satoru scooted closer to her bed, "I didn't like seeing you cry," his hand trailed up to her scalp, "or frown," and gently ran his fingers through her hair.

He laid his head down on her bed and stared at her with those vibrant, sparkling eyes; eyes that could see everything she could never see.

She touched his cheek gently, "I didn't like not feeling you."

Her whole body shivered. Satoru was here, in front of her, and she was still cold.

"Are you still cold?"

She nodded.

Never letting go of her, he kicked off his shoes and climbed under the blanket with her. He wrapped his legs around hers as her arms wrapped under his uniform jacket.

With his hand still tangled in her hair, he said, "Better?"

His heartbeat had returned to her. They were beating in unison again.

"Better," she hummed. "You?" She asked.

His lips pressed softly on her forehead, "Much better." He tugged her in closer into his chest.

She smiled.

She was warm again.

@whatamidoing89 @mr-underhills-things

Part 1: what you see, i see

Part 3: you know i adore you

Part 4: i'm crazier for you

Part 5: baby, you're the life of the party

Part 6: something's made your eyes go cold

[scourge-sympathiser]

SCOURGE SUNDAY 013/???

[AU] tht weird guy who keepz showing up in jaypawz dreamz

[hai-nae]

currently experiencing massive amounts of imposter syndrome. tryin to purge it with relaxing bg warm ups part 1 of my mw 'improvise' series ft price n a screw driver. and a mw comic for my au im ditchin since i missed the vibe i was aimin for

aaand a very pretty man. that was gonna be my roach in my au, but again, way too pretty for my lil bug 😂

[doloresdisparue]

head in my fucking HANDS

[writeouswriter]

I love commenting on so called “older” fics because personally I have no actual semblance of the passage of time, if you commented on my fic from 2017, I’d be thrilled because in my mind, I wrote that baby last week, that’s nothing

[conceptofjoy]

it would be so good for bro to be raised by nanna and dad but theres no chance of this dude ever being normal

[aurorangen]

Oscar was walking back from the vets with his cat Dorito when he saw Riku sitting by the lake. "What's up?" he sat down beside him and took off his headphones. "Ayy it's my boy Oscar!" Riku winked at him and pulled his hat down, "I'm just thinking."

"Well...do you wanna talk about it?" Riku considered him, "Sure." Oscar couldn't quite understand the situation; everything was explained vaguely. Nevertheless, he listened without judgment and gave the best support to Riku to go and do what he needed to do!

[allthefakepeople]

it's the way that in the scene in the library from episode 6 wille originally looks like he's going to hide and his hand moves towards his stomach as if he can already feel it aching but he realizes he can't not say something to simon when he's *right there* and how you can see simon steal himself when he hears wille say "hi" and how he has to take a breath to center himself before he turns around and when he asks "hur mar du?" you can *hear* all the emotions he's holding back just in those few words

the tension and heartbreak is just so palpable and you can't help but feel like you can't breathe as they try to get through the painful interaction.

all of this paired with the fact that they were both returning Kris which was a book that clearly spoke to them

[tartppola]

mx tartppola can we have some good ace accounts to follow please?

*cracks knuckles* ough baby.. i was born for this... ( bear in mind some of these guys might not be in the twst fandom frquently/anymore, in some of the jp artists case they become professional mangaka and stop drawing fanart, but i still like their ace stuff regardless :3 )

non jp fandom acekissers ( yume & canon/canon ) :

@ai-kan1

@lolitsleia

milktmn_p

witchdrug

ashipiko

gaito

yyz12reiii

regularassgrass

ayumisaurus

jp ace oshis all for beloww, i linked

ace oshi ( draws ace in general, not ship focused ) :

rutu_25 ( the ace artist of all time!! )

emo

dog

nana

sdurorhr

🗝️

tkh

pote

suwo

acedeu/エスデュ ( theres a difference.. )

tawan

eetone

neterumitai

pez

rimi

hato

fm6fu4w94

dekaiinu

mecchalonge

anmu

naomichi

ruiza

yu_si02

deuace/デュエス

chamisuke

cha_tsubu

gumin

xkmgk

yona

ikezawa

ponko

tamagodo

sa_qx04

aceyuu/エー監 ( both male & female yuu )

dustbox

nazutaro

hphp_39bba

u01ktn

jiu ( they privated their twt sob )

may

neji

tsuguminzoku

suzu

azuko

ayase kyouna

kazeka

sbt

peanuts opera

yokaze

erunoemu

itouzuchi

cosplayers

charoban

tamagonokm

this is just my favorite ace artists that comes to mind, there are a lot of other ace likers out there that im not aware of ofc! if anybody wants to recommend their favorite ace oshis, please feel free to do so!

[peskyfirefly]

dedicated to @upperranktwo 🖤 happy birthday! 🖤