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Intern zyane 🥹🥹

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painted yearning

A tremor ran through his hand, the brush hovering an inch from the canvas. The deep cerulean of the sea in his painting seemed to mock him, its vastness reflecting the emptiness in his own heart. You, his bride, were gone. Snatched away by a sacrifice he still couldn't bear to comprehend, a selfless act that saved him and condemned him to a life devoid of your warmth.

He was Rafayel, the celebrated painter of Linkon, his name whispered with reverence across Deepspace. But the accolades were hollow, the fame a bitter irony. What was the point of capturing beauty when the only beauty he craved was forever out of reach?

His studio, a sanctuary of creation, had become a mausoleum of memories. Canvases piled high, sculptures draped in white sheets, countless photographs scattered like fallen petals – each a desperate attempt to immortalize you. Thomas, his ever-present manager and the only soul privy to his agonizing secret, had never seen these pieces, these raw, bleeding fragments of his soul.

You were everywhere. In the delicate curve of a sculpted collarbone, the way the light caught a painted strand of hair, the mischievous glint he captured in your eyes from a faded memory. He’d painted you in sun-drenched fields, beneath moonlit skies, amidst crashing waves – each stroke a prayer, each shade a tear. He'd molded your likeness in clay, carved it in wood, cast it in bronze, his hands aching with the desperate need to feel you, even if its this way.

He painted not just because he was good, not just because the art world demanded it. He painted because it was his only tether to you, his only way to scream his longing into the silent void. Each brushstroke was a defiance against forgetting, a furious act of remembrance. He wouldn't, couldn't, allow your image to fade, not a single detail. Your face, your body, your hair, your eyes – every curve, every nuance, every color – he had them etched into canvas, solidified in stone. He would never forget his bride, his love. The very thought was a betrayal he could not bear.

Sometimes, late at night, when the city slept and the stars were his only witnesses, he would stand before a painting of you, the one where you were laughing, your head thrown back, pure joy radiating from your eyes. He’d reach out, his fingers hovering over the canvas, an ache so profound it threatened to shatter him. "My bride," he’d whisper, the words a raw wound in the quiet. "Where are you? Do you know... how much I yearn for you?"

He was the Sea God, once mighty, now adrift in a sea of sorrow, his power useless against the one tide that had taken you from him. He closed his eyes, the image of your sacrifice burning behind his lids. If only he could turn back time, if only he could have taken your place. The ocean, his ancient domain, now felt like a vast, cold expanse, mirroring the emptiness within him. Yet, he continued to paint, continued to sculpt, each piece a silent promise, a desperate beacon cast into the depths of Deepspace.

He would find you. He had to.

For what was a god without his beloved?

What was he, Rafayel, without you?

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sending them a grocery list and one of the items is a pregnancy test

ʚ incl: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna, higuruma, shiu, ino, shoko, uraume

ʚ cont: fluff

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

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He shouldnt be allowed to look this fine......... *sighs*

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he's not sorry

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sukuna “its not cannibalism if ur hungry” ryomen

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I am sorry for the mia again, apparently I'm housing Sukuna’s twins until the end of the year 💕

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Oh so y’all want y’all’s dicks sucked is what I’m hearing?? Oh so you’re down for a foursome is what I’m hearing as well? Awesome 😼

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@nocturnalazura this is me ong

Look, Toji is the biggest POS in my story but I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t let that man fuck the absolute shit out of me.

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Guys he makes me wanna go feral

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King Pout

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caleb likes free use in the way you tug at his waistband with big pathetic eyes and he immediately gets bricked before bending you over the side of couch and fucking you soo lovingly. and he’ll do this no matter how busy he is

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asshole toji who says he’s too big for condoms <3

“i swear it’s still in here,” you huff, leaning halfway off the bed to rummage through your nightstand for the box of rubbers you bought on a whim last month. 

warm, thick hands rub up and down your naked torso, sliding up to play with your breasts from where you sit straddling his lap. you can barely see in front of you with how strong the need in your core burns.

a quick search through another drawer blesses you with your prize, the blue box just out of view underneath a ball of old reciepts.

“here, quick,” you sigh, handing him the item before clambering off the bed to shuck the rest of your clothes off. it had been a long time since you'd hooked up with someone, embarrassing as that was. sex had been the one and only thing on your mind from the moment you’d met this man at the bar. 

the near-stranger shakes his head fondly, turning the box of rubbers over a couple times like some sort of alien artifact.

“i only wear XLs, sugar,” he laughs, tossing back the pathetic box of rubbers. the exasperation in his voice feels like a punch to the chest. like he simply can’t believe you’d ever assume he would fit into anything less than the largest size. 

you disregard the thought, attention snapping back to toji slyly palming himself against your bedframe. scar stretched wide around smiling lips.

“you gonna come over here?”

you’re humiliated at how fast you scurry back into his lap.

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you almost don’t believe him until he unravels the latex onto his length, seeing it fall about 3 inches short of the base. 

okay.. wow. so he was too big.

toji lazily toys with himself atop your sheets. long, hard, and flushed red from base to tip. 

he’s nearly bursting out of the thin material, stretching it so tight and so thin that the milky latex almost looks like it’s melting into his skin.

the older man shucks the rubber off with a chuckle that says “i told you so.” he pulls you closer to him by the small of your back, fist reaching down to pump his newly freed length.

“i’ll pull out, you think i won’t?” he promises, voice barely a whisper. you don’t have to take in the smirk gracing the corner of his mouth to know he’s lying.

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I fear I'll never draw sukuna as accurately ever again.

Also, how do asks work? Lmao

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I feel very strongly about this

Took forever but I'm very happy with it :3 also yeah dui and shadow are separate

Also I have a very specific headcanon that Partheno wouldn't say fuck because it's not ✨️elegant ✨️ enough for him

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"youd do numbers on tumblr" girl i am on tumblr and the numbers? 4

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Credits artist @Spirea