#blame the random art style on that

[honeyed-blossom]

✨and they were roommates✨

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finally posting an older piece I sketched a while back…that’s why Val’s eyebrows look whack 🤪

[skitskatdacat63]

Timeswap!Vettonso(I blame @ayceeofspades for this)

Thoughts:

References HEHEHEHE:

So the dynamics would be: STR!Seb x Aston!Fernando and Post-Retirement!Seb x Ferarri!Fernando(~2011-2012)

The former would be a Seb who is very hungry for Fernando's attention, but now he's with a Fernando is actually now very willing to give him that attention. Fernando is constantly repeating in his head: "Don't fuck the twink don't fuck the twink don't fuck the twink", but every time they end up on the podium together, Seb always ends up being all over him and "accidentally" groping him. So Seb is still a brat but is with a Fernando who's not gonna just be cold to him but will indulge him instead 🤭

The latter is more angsty AAAHHH!! Cause its a Fernando who is in Ferrari hell and Seb who is post-catharsis. And to quote C, Fernando is like "why are you so happy??? Did you win!?" and Seb responds: "no :)" But also I am not immune to Seb being coy and playing with Fernando. He now understands why Fernando was the way he was back then because he's now gone through the same thing with Ferrari, but also wants him to stop being so gloomy and angsty about it.

Don't ask about how these AUs work, just know that they have knowledge of what their original counterparts were like so it's weird for the younger versions to get to see what ends up happening to the other, and then allows the olders to gain a new perspective instead of their biased memories(i.e.: "you're not who I was villainizing you as in my head" = both of them realize that they were building the other up as such an antagonist in their head but then, oh, he's just like me fr)(but for younger Seb, Fernando realizes Seb just wanted to be friends :( and so now he's trying to be more of a mentor.)

[renny-mayflower]

doodle page UvU

[red-hu]

I haven't drawn in so long, had a random ass idea and went with it. i did it on my touch screen laptop instead of my phone for once, took a hell of a lot longer because I had to figure out how this shit functioned but hey, it's pretty good for not drawing in like over a year or something....

[cineatros]

٠࣪⭑ art of desire ⭑ daniela avanzini

٠࣪⭑ synopsis: Supermodel Daniela Avanzini has finally landed a cover feature in one of the most prestigious fashion magazines—a long-time dream in her career. But her excitement quickly sours when she learns that the magazine is now being overseen by none other than the CEO’s daughter, Y/N, a mid-known heir with a reputation for unpredictability. Daniela immediately clashes with Y/N, convinced the girl is out of her depth and only coasting on her last name. What Daniela doesn’t realize, though, is that Y/N is far more competent—and deviously clever—than she lets on. In fact, she thrives on getting under Daniela’s skin.

"Never try to waste your time"

٠࣪⭑ pairing: model!daniela avanzini x ceo!daughter reader

٠࣪⭑ tags: fluff, crack, smau, little writing, sexual jokes, sexual tension (?), mention of substance and alcohol, model daniela, daughter of ceo reader, toxicity, red flags, tiny bit of angst, profanities, kys jokes, hate-love relationship, suggestive themes.

"And you never try to waste mine"

٠࣪⭑ guests: billie eilish. p1h (yoon keeho). enhypen (park jongseong). le sserafim (huh yunjin). katseye. other celebs.

٠࣪⭑ status: on the making.

٠࣪⭑ author's note: This is an original work of smau, and is written for entertainment purposes only. Any names or characters, businesses or events or incidents, are fictitious and for the lore the place is going to be in New York. The characters identity have no relation to the actual persons/portrayers—and are solely based on the author's imagination. Don't bother looking at the timestaps 'cause it's not that important unless stated and also the face claim would be random masc peepz at pinterest so ctto. taglist is also open.

٠࣪⭑ in queue: drive - the weeknd. tbh - pnd. into it - chase atlantic. tightrope - zayn. don't blame me - taylor swift. idfc - blackbear. r u mine? - arctic monkeys. friends - chase atlantic. meddle about - chase atlantic. starboy - the weeknd. heaven - julia michaels. pillowtalk - zayn. she - harry styles. her - chase atlantic. miss possessive - tate mcrae.

"I'm tryna treat you special, like no one did"

٠࣪⭑ profiles.ᐟ nepo babies (on top) models models models models models models 2.0

٠࣪⭑ chapters.ᐟ

taglist: @xochitlisbest @fruityg0rl @leotapes @cceanvvaves @hotluvlet @chahcahca @harajukub4rb1e @ragingteenagelesbian @haerinkisser @yuyuyuuuuchlo @hydrardz @zindoriyo @kristalag @wwwlpgs

[alacants]

with regards to the musetti/jannik thing i think (warning: speculation) the key point is that musetti was the hyped prodigy who was expected to be what jannik is currently for italian tennis. and then jannik sort of came out of nowhere. (see petko’s blog post about their match for the wildcard in rome and note who the buzz was about) also i think he’s been and is very much still the italian tennis media darling bec they love his “beautiful” play style vs the “robotic consistency” of jannik. there’s got to be complicated feelings on musetti’s part because of that. you’re lorenzo musetti and young and beautiful and everyone says your playstyle is basically art and the torchbearer of the golden age and the only ray of hope in the current dreary tennis scene. and while it’s true that jannik won titles on the atp tour before musetti, musetti had SO MUCH success as a junior. there were a LOT OF expectation for his future. vs today’s reality of the other random guy who’s “not as naturally talented” as you basically outstripping you and constantly overshadowing you. there’s no denying lorenzo has been cold to jannik - in statements to the media. definitely. but i mean, you can’t really blame him i guess. like how do you deal with being lifted up since very young as a generational genius and then having to live instead as the perpetual #2??? i do think his current rise and success will help to give him more certainty about himself which in turn will lead to more warmth(? i don’t know how else to word it) towards jannik ,,,,

!!!!!!!! thank you so much this is exactly what i was hoping someone would be able to share wrt the early narratives and the media positioning. i have nothing to add, op you just singlehandedly got me so interested in this dynamic. excellent work.

[whalesforhands]

what’s yours is mine (13/?)

previous masterlist next

pairing: geto suguru x reader x gojo satoru

You don’t know a lot of things, and you readily admit that. What you do know, is that the friends you’ve made aren’t something you will ever regret. Until your physical body weakens and becomes nothing, you’re more than happy to give your all until you wither away.

What’s yours can be theirs, too. They’re your friends, after-all. (Omegaverse AU)

Sometimes, you wonder how nice it would be to be popular. You’d get surrounded by classmates fawning over you, get tons and tons of gifts every morning when you open your shoe locker and even get offered other people’s homework when you forget to do yours.

How nice it would be to be like Geto Suguru—

“You listening, (last name)?” A snap of her fingers brings your eyes back into focus, back to the current you who was supposed to be reading the excerpt on how denim overalls are back in style and how ‘to doll yourself up like a fairy!’.

Because being popular means reading the popular things too, right?

(But is this really what they read in their free time? It’s a bit… Not as glamorous as you thought. But to be fair, Suguru’s room is only filled with poetry books and light novels.)

“…I like the chocolate art.” You’re not lying. It does make it look extremely appetizing, extremely alike things you would want to receive this spring, because—

“Graduation’s coming! You gotta be a little bit more excited, (last name).” The smile on her face curves just a little more, twitches slightly at the corner of her lip as her eyes upturn with a little more excitability.

(She’s happier today. Maybe that’s why she keeps interrupting your thoughts before they can finish.)

“I am excited.”

“Then show a little more energy, (last name)!” She’s huffy about it, her tone a bit dismissive and the twinkle in her eye fading away as her smile fades into something more distant, something more neutral.

(Ah, she’s back to her usual self now.)

Maybe one day, you’ll be able to find a way to exorcise such things. Maybe one day, you’ll see her smile for real. Maybe one day, you’ll be a true hero.

But it won’t be now.

Mijou Kana was the girl you couldn’t save after all. So you can’t fault her, don’t blame her. Survival is a means to an end, and you respect those who make a the best of what they have.

(Because Saya-chan said that once.)

“Yay…?” This is excitement. Your excitement— Yet, it just hasn’t settled in quite yet. Who would’ve thought middle school would end… Just like that? In a snap of your fingers, in a blink of an eye, in a— Flutter of your eyelashes?

(This magazine is getting to your head.)

Nonetheless, it does feel weird to know you’re going to have to travel further than Akutami Elementary, past Gege Middle School and into some… Random highschool that you have yet to pick out.

“Futures are always uncertain, and the past is always behind! So enjoy the present that you have now!”

(Isn’t it because it’s just easier to forget about the current situation? Isn’t it just easier to live and let live—)

“(last name)? Are you even listening anymore?” There’s a snap of her fingers now, a look of passive aggravation and perplexed neutrality that was always about her expressions. Right. You need to focus on the present, focus on her; taking a peek at the magazine you were just reading and—

“Then what do you like in a person, Mijou-san?”

(You didn’t even know you were on this page. Is this a common topic among popular kids too?)

And for the first time, you think you’ve stunned her. At least, you think you did with the way she looked slightly taken aback, a sudden pink on her cheeks and her eyes widening by just that littlest fraction— To form an expression you’ve never seen her make.

“I-I guess...” She coughs into her hand as her eyes dart from side to side in a shifty manner, her shoulders sagging as she lowered her voice. “I’d want them to be romantic.”

——

Spring is approaching. You know it is— That’s why the sakura petals were beginning to pink, the air getting just that little bit warmer and the clouds don’t always swallow the sunlight’s rays.

Graduation dawns upon the near horizon as you stare up at the ceiling, at the warm orange lighting and the quietness of the whirring air conditioner.

“This doesn’t feel romantic at all.” Your face is blank as you chew on the chocolate in your mouth, sat in between Suguru’s legs as you lean back, your head against his chest and your eyes staring up at his chin.

In fact, you think it does feel quite… Sturdy? Quite like you were leaning against a living, breathing wall that smelled like lavender and citrus.

(You suppose all that martial arts training has given him quite the built physique. Saya-chan did say she preferred her partners to be active, maybe you kind of get her?)

It’s weird. A bit too strange in your opinion. Not uncomfortable by any means— But not comfortable in the romantic sense either… Not that you know what that is, but you’re beginning to think you’re a little too comfortable when it’s supposed to make your heart ‘flutter’, your stomach ‘swirling’ with ‘butterflies’ and your head dizzy with… Love?

(It does sound more like a disease than anything, but still… It was really easy to convince Suguru to help you out with this.)

You followed everything in that magazine Mijou-san had let you read, her eyes sparkling as they trail over the gushy words and cheeks ablaze with a rosy blush that you can’t help but find… Cute.

“Do you think… I could be like that too, one day?” There’s a look in her eye, shimmering with a feeling you don’t know, but one you want to acquaint yourself with if it got you all giddy like that.

How cute.

“Ah, what am I even saying…” She had a hand over her eyes now, as if she was hiding away and embarrassed. “You wouldn’t get it, right (last name)?”

You don’t. So you wonder… Would it be fun to be a maiden in love? To experience what the many girls in your class gush about their blossoming of their hearts and the swirls of unsteadiness in their chest?

Would it be?

“Mm… Maybe you’re not relaxed enough?” His arm is around your waist, dragging you close as you feel his forehead rest on your shoulder from behind, voice a sleepy drawl as strands of his now longer hair tickle your nape.

‘Entering his bedroom is a huge step forwards in terms of infiltrating your crush’s inner thoughts! (For legal purposes, breaking and entering is not condoned, and readers who write in who confess to such will be reported.)’

“I am relaxed when I’m with you, though.” Your hand plays with a strand of his hair that had fallen over your shoulder, your body going lax in his hold as you sit on his bed— Or would it be more accurate to say you’re practically sitting on him. “You consent to this, right?”

You hear a bit of sigh, the vibrations sending tingles down your spine and a bit of fuzz into your brain. “…yes. You’ve asked me that at least 3 times now.”

“Good.” And your shoulders slump once more as you both settle into the silence, letting you simmer in your own thoughts as you let yourself be held.

‘Cuddling (consensually) with your crush means you’ve got him lined, hooked and sinkered!’ Enjoy your relationship and make sure to verbally confirm your status as a couple! (Again, for legal purposes, even if he rejects you, please do not resort to violence.)’

“Suguru.”

“Hm?”

“Do you understand love?” It’s sudden and a bit of a rhetorical question, something a bit abstract and possibly impossible to answer.

(But you need to learn.)

The silence that follows after is one that just can’t be explained, much too unlike the comfort you both were sitting in just moments ago, with his fingers tapping against the back of your hand in thought as you hear him hum gently into your shoulder.

“Do you want me to?”

A question answered by another question. Funny, but it isn’t exactly what you’re looking for right now.

(But to be fair, it is an unfairly abstract question to ask your childhood best friend while sitting in his bedroom and making him feed you.)

There’s another chocolate lightly prodding at your mouth, nudging past your lips as you obediently open and chew, tongue lolling the remnant sweetness about as you reposition his lax arms to be more securely wrapped around your waist.

“Not if it’s too much.”

Geto Suguru doesn’t get it either, it seems.

——

They say graduation is the season of love, the season where the air changes and the petals fall into your hair and pollen just so happens to go into your nose as you desperately try to stop yourself from making a sound.

“U-Uhm…! Ieiri-san—!” Her hands cup over her chest, hair obscuring her face and the way her fingers trembled ever so slightly with every move makes you feel… Hopeful. Yearning. The type of feeling that makes you want to cheer them on from afar with loud yells telling them to ‘Get Married!’.

(What a cute girl.)

“Could y-you meet me under the tree behind the school later?” Stuttering, shy, sweet. So many words to describe the situation as you watch on with sparkly eyes and a thumping heart. “I really—“ A near choke on her words. “Really want to tell you something!”

(It’s love, after all.)

Maybe it’s not something for you to break down and understand, or something you can ‘get’ in a heartbeat or with a fluttering, pink gaze. But it might be something you can indulge in as much as possible, something you can marinate in, even if it’s not your own until you can possibly even hope to get even a semblance of ‘knowing’.

“(last name).” You perk up, only slightly startled when you hear the quiet voice from behind you. Familiar, but not enough for you to immediately recognize when taken by surprise.

(You’ve been spotted. Your castle has fallen. Your ship has sunk. So much for being a quiet bystander.)

“Are you… Watching Ieiri-san?” Ah. It’s… That guy.

…who is this again? The hair, the eyes, the shape of his nose and the curve of his shy, polite smile. You definitely know him, you’re pretty sure. You think for a bit, eyes flittering to his increasingly blushing face and to the floor, then back to eyes that seemed to be curious, seemed to be confused. Strong features, which means—

“Saeki-san.”

The smile that you get in return makes you feel kinda proud that you remembered the name of the guy sitting behind you in class.

“You remembered this time, huh?” His face is practically aglow with gentle happiness, such a contrast to his last name as you nod in reply, eyes trailing back to the girls you were, in fact, spying on. “Thanks, (last name)-san.”

(Or… Maybe you haven’t been discovered just yet. He’s always been nice… So honesty is the best policy, right? What would warrant a lie?)

“I’m not watching anyone, by the way.” A nod as you cross your arms at him, quick to act dismissive, quick to act coy. “That’s rude to assume.”

(To be fair, honesty is quite the hard feat. Especially when you’re trying to be inconspicuous.)

And from the corner of your eye, you see her mouth a few words, see her usual blank gaze stay transfixed on the shy girl before her.

“O-Oh, sorry then, (last n—).”

“Shh!” You hurriedly pull him closer, slapping his words away with a hand to his mouth, away from the hall, away from visible line of sight, away from the girl confessing her feelings for Ieiri Shoko by the sinks as the sunlight breathes gently into the sunny room.

(It’s a pretty scene.)

You feel a beating heart, rapidly increasing as you continue to watch in bated silence, your hands gripping tightly around his wrist and upon his face as you shush him and hold him close.

(There’s not much space behind this door. Especially if you don’t want to be seen or heard.)

She says words you can’t seem to transcribe in your awkward position, too strangely hidden away from sight to get a good read as you narrow your eyes and begin to pout.

(If only Saeki-san didn’t find you. How are you meant to learn about love like this?)

The girl only has her head lowered, an expression akin to a shy smile making your own heart tingle with a feeling unknown. Her head hung low, her hands to her face before you see her produce a pretty envelope with an even prettier stamp— One that matched the pretty shade of Shoko’s eyes.

Ieiri Shoko is… Yet to be confirmed. You think.

(“(l-last name)…!” His eyes are practically spinning and his face a burning red when the coast is finally clear, your failure to successfully eavesdrop evident as you pout at him, releasing his red form away from you.

Is he getting some sort of fever? It isn’t good to get sick so close to graduation.

“Sorry, Saeki-san. Get well soon.”

“…h-huh?”)

——

“These zodiac signs better be careful today!” Saya-chan’s face elegantly switches to one of worry, her shiny hair glittering under the studio lights. “It’s a day of uncertainties and paths that lead to more downfalls, so make sure to wear today’s lucky colour to help boost morale and luck!”

“This was Ito Saya, with today’s Astro~cast!”

“And then— I pummeled that thing into oblivion and finished the entire the game in only 68 hours!” With his bag tucked under his arm, sunglasses atop his head as he gives you a cheeky grin, having made you loop your arm around his as you were personally escorted by a certain someone through the school’s gate.

2 hours late, that is. And to your own graduations, at that.

7:58 AM. Your eyes blink once. And another time— Before flittering towards your calendar and back at your pajamas and the sunlight that was flittering through your curtains.

Suguru was— Ah.

“I won’t be able to walk with you to school tomorrow.” His eyes are sunken in apology, his brows slightly knitted as he frowns. “I’ve gotta go help set up for graduation tomorrow. Student council duties.” A sigh to cement his frustration.

“Sleep early and make it on time, okay? It starts at 9:00 AM.”

“I know, Suguru,” You pout at him from your window, wind puffing into your cheeks in annoyance as you see him laugh at you. “I’ll be fine on my own.”

(So much for that big talk.)

So you blink at your phone, at the 8 missed calls from Shoko, the 17 from Suguru and at the 3 mails from Satoru that you’ve yet to read… And your next few actions, you swore were by pure instinct as your fingers hurriedly tapped away at the buttons of your cellphone.

“Gojo Satoru speaking!”

And that’s how you got the Gojo Satoru to attend his graduation and come for the very last day of his middle school life… Because what would be his beginning if he wasn’t there for his ending?

(And would you even call it one? He missed so many days that you’re surprised anyone even remembered he was a student here.)

But you’re proven wrong again when he unlocks his shoe locker to reveal a mass of love letters streaming out, the spring breeze fluttering them about as flurries of pink, white, blue and red carry the varying scents of perfume and sweet flowers.

Spring really is here. You can tell just by the way Satoru had that almost never ending pile of love letters that he had accumulated— And with graduation, secret admirer after secret admirer had been using this final chance to confess their undying, hidden love for him.

(He’s well-loved. And he’s deserving of it, you think. Your Satoru is cute, is nice—)

“Tch. What a pain.” His former chipper tone turns into one of sour irritation, a sigh leaving his lips as he frowns at the letters piling at his feet.

(Ah.)

“Why? Want ‘em?” He’s cheeky as he tilts his head at you, his hand reaching into his locker to pick up one of the letters that was somehow stuffed deep inside, waving the frilly paper around without any conscience. “I can’t let ya eat any of the treats they give though. ‘S all cheap stuff that might’ve been contaminated or something.” A tap of his chin in thought before his grin shows his usual mischief.

“We can feed ‘em to Suguru. He’s gonna be all like ‘Satoru~ You can’t waste the—‘“

“But… They were made for you, Satoru.” Feelings upon feelings layered and made tangible on scented paper and flowery stickers, courage manifested into an ‘understanding’ of love pressed into ink.

“Uh huh. And?” Like he didn’t care— No, like it never mattered at all as you hear him drop his indoor shoes onto the ground, crushing and leaving an imprint on one of the many love letters, smudging the ink and stomping out its flowery aroma. “It’s not like I asked for them.”

He’s right. You can’t contest something like that. But is it unwarranted to want your feelings to reach someone through unspoken words and quiet letters? Is it intrusive to want to tell someone sweet feelings that want to be heard?

So you pick up the letters, gently, gingerly scooping up the ones that have scattered too far as Gojo Satoru— Huffs and decides to gruffly stuff the ones that he had unwittingly let fall to the floor— Off the dirty ground.

“I dunno why you care so much about these since ya know I never read ‘em,” You can practically hear the roll of his eyes. “But whatever. I don’t wanna get another lecture from Suguru, anyway.”

A pause just as his fingers brush against yours as you both reach for the same sakura covered envelope.

“But if you write me one, I’ll read it in its entirety for ya. My time is precious, you know?” There’s a hum in his words and a smugness about him as he stands once more, bringing you up with him when he envelops your hand in his.

“So why don’t ya pick the ones ya want me to read? I’ll do it just for you too.”

(How… Cruel.)

That’s when you realize— Past the headpat he was giving you, past the way he had slipped his sunglasses down to obscure his eyes and how he had so carelessly stepped on a pretty, laced letter that he managed to miss that you understand…

Gojo Satoru doesn’t get love at all.

——

“And so, as your principal, I would like to congratulate each and every one of you for completing your studies and graduating.” A clear of his throat as his glasses shine against the hall’s light. “Remember that this isn’t the end of the road, that you future Betas, Alphas and Omegas will face all sorts of hardship regardless of your secondary genders—“

Ieiri Shoko isn’t at all surprised to see you hurriedly scramble onto your seat behind her as you smooth down your skirt and brush down your hair.

“You’re early.” Her voice quietly reaches you, low and clearly unimpressed that you left her bored out of her mind for nearly an hour.

(Seriously, how could you leave her here all alone in this lame auditorium?)

“Sorry Shoko, I overslept…” You’re sheepish as your hands are together in apology, meeting the way she stared at you from the corner of her eye as you hear her sigh a whispered acceptance.

“You’re making it up to me later.”

She’s not facing you, not next to you. None of your childhood friends are, actually. Because they were seated in chairs situated at the very front of the crowd. Seats with a little bit more meaning compared to the ones behind them, a little bit more special.

(Suguru told you they were for financial sponsors of the school or strong academic achievers—)

“And of course your top scorers for the national examinations are as follows,” Another clear of his throat as he fixes his tie, the projector flashing names upon the screen.

Gojo Satoru (Who would’ve guessed?)

Geto Suguru (Of course.)

Saeki Shi—

“Let’s not forget that while your schoolmates have done very well, comparison is the thief of joy. You are all well-versed in your own talents.” Another genteel smile as the mic picks up his voice once more, his bald head reflecting the light within the hall as your principal addresses your cohort for the last time.

“I am very proud of all of you, and having the honour of being your principal as been a great joy.”

“Congratulations on your graduation!”

Maybe the cheers can’t drive away this bittersweet feeling, maybe the way the applause of the students can’t get rid of the way nostalgia was starting to course through you.

Because, is it really over? Just like that? Isn’t it a little too fast, a little too quick? You’ll miss studying in the school library, you’ll miss having lunch on the rooftop, you’ll miss looking at the principal’s shiny, bald head.

You think you’ll definitely miss middle school.

——

You lean against the wall, quietly watching as student after student stream out of the hall, past the recently renovated doorway and its fresh coat of paint as you wait— And wait even more.

Official sponsors and academic award recipients did have to stay back for a bit, after all. To collect shiny badges and gratitude-filled letters from the school board before they took a shiny picture to commemorate them.

(Of course. Your friends always were special.

“Wow. Must take a lot for a Gojo like yourself to appear.” It’s deadpan, just as unimpressed as ever before as you hear footsteps approaching your solitary seat.

“Why? An Ieiri like yourself not satisfied with my presence?” Haughty, and obviously not thrilled at her lazy smile and still eyes. “I thought you’d skip out.”

“Did you?” Playful, dismissive and mysterious. Your Ieiri Shoko really has a talent for getting on your snowy-haired friend’s nerves as his eye twitches and he crosses his arms.

“Oi, Suguru. Tell ‘er that I’m not buying you guys any more of those cig—“ He pauses. Abruptly. Not because he wanted to, but because the perfect honour student had not gently slapped his hand over his mouth, hard enough to bruise, hard enough to leave a mark.

Ieiri Shoko sighs.

“It’s not like Suguru needs to tell me.” Her hand tucks a strand of her bangs back, something akin to a smug smirk on her face as she stops before you. “We’re all standing here after-all.”

“…?” You only tilt your head in confusion as you blink. Once, twice. “What does Satoru wanna tell you?”

“I dunno.” A shrug of her shoulders and her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Why don’t you finish what you were gonna sa—��

“Shoko wanted Satoru to clean up his dirty room.” Geto Suguru finally cuts in, his hand straining as Gojo Satoru tries to pry it off and his eyes upturned to fit into a smile you’re not familiar with. “It’s gotten so bad that Kimiko-san said she saw mold growing in it.”

(That is… Quite disgusting.)

Another smirk from the auburn-haired girl. “It is, isn’t it Geto? Absolutely~” A flick of her hair back. “Disgusting.”

A muffled, extremely red complaint as Infinity activates enough to push the cursed spirit manipulator back, to force him away enough to finally be able to defend himself as blue eyes hurriedly flicker to you, blushing red and hot tips of his ears.

“It’s not that—!”

“Ahh~ Can’t hear.” Her smile is dismissive as she closes her eyes and turns away. “I can’t hear anything at all~”

(They always have such funny conversations.)

“Suguru, your uniform’s broken.” It’s a sudden observation, a bad habit you have of scanning someone from head to toe. “Did it snag on something?”

“Saya-chan, have you ever received someone’s second button?”

Her dimples show as she laughs at the question, demurely covering her mouth as her eyes crinkle and her hair sways when she throws her head back.

“I haven’t, actually!”

And Gojo Satoru stalks out from behind, grumbling and obviously upset. “(name)! Hurry up and leave that bastard! We’re gonna go eat parfaits and celebrate by ourselves!”

“This bastard already agreed to pay for those damn parfaits, Satoru.” A huff from above you. “Or are you saying you wanna foot the bill this time?”

“I’m not saying no to either of you if I get to eat for free.” Shoko’s input.

“You rich, stingy idiots…” His fingers are tapping against his furrowed brows as the both of them return to their banter, one that you aren’t quite paying much attention to— Not when your most well put together friend is obviously having a ‘put together’ issue.

(You never thought this day would ever come.)

Then… Your fingers glide over your own uniform, sliding and nudging at the button second from the top, the one closest to your heart as you furrow your brows and tear out the thread that held it in place.

(A personal sacrifice to help your friend in need.)

“Then you can have mine.” You gently cup his hand in yours and plop it onto his now open palm. “You still have student council duties left to do, right?”

“I think I have a sewing kit in my bag that my Mama gave me a while back too.” In case of emergencies, in case of a torn skirt or loose button.

What you don’t see, in your help-driven, giddy excitement to finally be able to be the one taking care of Geto Suguru, was how his hand closed tightly over small gift, squeezing and holding it close, holding it well.

(Even if you don’t get it, even if you don’t understand… He’s okay with it.)

“Right.” A tilt of his head and that serene smile you’re becoming a little too used to that stops you momentarily in your happy rambling and mental train. “I’ll treasure it.”

(A little bit of a strange wording from him, but you’ll take it. Acts of heroism make you feel good, after all.)

——

Highschool applications are hard. Hard in the sense that you don’t exactly know where you want to go out of all the options presented to you, don’t know what the uncertain future will be. If you went with this option, would you regret the other?

If you chose a highschool that had fun extracurriculars but ugly uniforms, would you regret it? Do you even want the sailor seifuku? Or is neat looking one with a blazer cooler? Would choosing a school specifically for their uniform be too specific of a choice?

(It shouldn’t be this hard to choose just 1, right?)

Your grades aren’t… Bad. Just average. Maybe a little bit above it? Or maybe a little under. But they aren’t bad bad.

“Good job.” Mama looks absolutely exhausted as she settles in front of you, lighting the candle of the small cake she had baked in celebration of your graduation. “I’m so proud of you, and always will be.”

(That’s all that matters.)

But proudness won’t help you settle on a decision all on your lonesome so you’re seated on your bedroom’s floor, your face twisted in deep thought, pamphlets strewn all over— And Gojo Satoru’s head on your lap as he snores away.

“You should always ask when in doubt! Clearing the fog of uncertainty has always been my go-to, and you’ll be surprised by what you can achieve if—“ A pretty pause to show a prettier smile. Your Saya-chan is absolutely glowing today. “You just ask!”

“Satoru.” You pat at his cheek, only getting a quiet groan and no signs of awakening. You try again, this time poking at his cheek and watching the softness bounce back against your finger as you now start to pout at your sleeping friend.

“…I’ll call Suguru over if you don’t wake up.”

And there you have it, iridescent blues revealed to you much too fast, an angry pout mirroring your own reflected back at you.

“I’m mad at him—“ A much too tired yawn. “So don’t ya dare call ‘im…” He rubs at his eyes, tiredly blinking up at you as he relaxes once more. Onto your lap that had turned into his own personal pillow, of course.

(“What did you even stay up so late for, Satoru?”

You only get his silence, his hesitance to say anything. His shifty eyes make you confused, make you wonder if something bad had happened.

“…was lookin’ at a button.”

“Huh?”)

“Ya still on that—“ He yawns again, using his elbow to support him as he stretches his limbs out, sunglasses haphazardly thrown onto your tatami floors as you hear his muscles pop. “Application thing?”

“I don’t think I ever left it.” You smooth your hand down a particularly thick guidebook, the text staring back at you, undaunted and heavy on your mind.

You haven’t stopped reading ever since he got here, after all.

“I told ya not to worry ‘bout it.” He finally sits up— Only to move next to you and plop his lazy head onto your shoulder as you hear him take in a deep breath, his nose brushing against the skin of your neck as your chin shifts to better adjust to this new position.

“But I still have to choose, Satoru.”

It’s mandatory. Something to decide your fate— Not something you can roll a die for and call it a day.

Maybe you should’ve asked Suguru or Shoko instead… But would you even make it into a school for academically gifted or for the super rich that you’re pretty sure they would apply for?

How are you even certain that they’d pick those—

(“Just ask! And I promise you’ll get your ans—“)

“And didya even find any that you even like?” His voice is low, whispered because of his sleepiness as his arms now hug tight around your waist; as if you were a giant teddy bear for him to hold.

“No.”

“Thought so~”

(Hmph. Satoru can sound so mean sometimes.)

“Did you already pick yours, then?” You abandon the pamphlet to have your hand go up to stroke the fluffiness of white, scratching at his scalp and smoothing down the ends that were sticking up as he hums at your touch.

Cute.

(Mama really was right when she said good looks can make up for bad personalities sometimes. But you’re pretty sure this only applies to people named Gojo Satoru.)

“‘Course.” There’s a certain triumphant smugness about his words this time. “It’s a bit far, though.”

“How far?”

A contemplative hum as you feel his face snuggle into the crook of your neck, his fingers drumming against your waist lightly as he peeks up at you.

“Like Tokyo far.”

(Woah.)

“Wanna come with?”

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[deedeeznoofs]

You’re? Correction! I’m Yours 

➺ Characters: Ryomen Sukuna, GN!Reader 

➺ Word Count: 900+ 

➺ Genre: Fluff

➺ Content: Non-Curse!AU, Nerd!Sukuna, Established Relationship (with some pre-relationship sprinkled in), Swearing

➺ A/N: Shout out to my wonderful mutual @heian-era-housewife for this post about Heian Era Sukuna doing poetry. If she’s reading this: I hope you don’t mind the tag but your post seriously inspired a huge chunk of these headcanons 🥹

➺ Synopsis: Headcanons of all the nerdy things Sukuna does because deep down inside that’s all he is and all he wishes to be ❤️

➺ At first glance he doesn’t read as someone who would be super nerdy or all that interested in learning. 

➺ I mean, can you blame anyone? No one really expects the dude constantly looking for a fight to pull up with some textbooks during his free time.

➺ Once you get to know him though, you realize that on the inside he is in fact a giant nerd about basically everything.

➺ It starts off subtly: at first you’d ask him questions and he’d be able to easily come up with answers without even giving it a second thought.

➺It could be a question about anything, regardless of the subject or perceived difficulty, and Sukuna would be able to explain it to you. Not only that, but he’d be able to explain it to you in a way that made it sound like the simplest thing in the world. 

➺ At one point you basically just started playing trivia and just started asking him stuff normal people didn’t know the answers for and he’d answer with ease, albeit he’d get really annoyed with your constant random questions.

➺ Sometimes if he’s really excited about a subject his explanations would turn into full lectures that’d put most college professors to shame.

➺ Although it was shocking at first, it started to make sense when you realized that the main reason why he takes time to learn about stuff is because he’s constantly bored and looking for new things to entertain him.

➺ He’s good at basically everything so long as it piques his curiosity, but his one and only love will forever be literature, mostly because of how infinite the possibilities are with the medium.

➺ He’s well versed in literature of all genres and different cultures, but he is the most drawn toward Japanese works (and let’s be honest, his favorites would probably come from the Heian Period).

➺ Ever since getting with you, he’s been leaning more toward the romance genre. Just in case he needs any inspiration on how to spice up your relationship, you know? 

➺ He’s taught himself multiple languages just for fun and to see how far he could go.

➺ He LOVES poetry, he both writes and reads it a lot and it’s his favorite hobby besides eating.

➺ Other than literature, he also has a huge fascination with art.

➺ He designed his own tattoos because he wanted to play with the idea of turning his body into a canvas. It also just so happened to make him look intimidating as hell which was a plus in his book.

➺ He also has a little journal that he carries around and he sketches a lot whenever he’s bored or sees something interesting.

➺ As for styles, he’s a really big fan of Sumi-e painting because he’s allergic to color but he basically just uses and does whatever he feels like at the moment. 

➺ He’s the type of person who draws what he sees, but he would especially enjoy drawing nature. 

➺ He would go out on hikes whenever he felt the need to draw and would walk until he found something interesting. 

➺ He’s really into meditation while he draws and he uses sketching as a way to keep himself level headed during particularly annoying days.

➺ He isn’t too fond of drawing people, but you’d be the exception. 

➺ He would 1000% draw you while you sleep. It’s the perfect time since you’d be still for most of it. 

➺ Sukuna is able to write really good cursive and also does calligraphy because he got bored one time (shocker) and so decided to see if he was able to do it well and to no one’s surprise, he was eventually able to.

➺ The reason why he leans towards the humanities so much is because they’re both subjects no one can really “master”. With both art and literature, there isn’t a point where someone knows absolutely everything about either subject. Since Sukuna loves a challenge, he wants to be the first person to go “Fuck you, I DO know everything about this”.

➺ One of the little things he does every day includes writing you short little romantic poems on a post it note and leaving them in out random spots for you to find. 

➺ Sometimes they would be in your pocket or other times on the bathroom mirror, wherever it is they would make you smile. 

➺ Though, sometimes he would stick them onto such odd spots that you’d wonder just how he did it?

➺ He has TONS of pride in his writing (to be fair, he’s prideful about basically anything he does) and he always appreciates it when you mention his little notes and complement the work he put into writing them.

➺ Sometimes when the both of you are talking together he’d say some of the most poetic sentences that you’ve ever heard like it’s nothing. 

➺ When you gasp he just goes “What? Why are you staring at me like that?” as if he didn’t randomly drop lines that sounded like they came from straight out of a novel.

➺ He’s a dick when it comes to spelling and grammar, especially during petty arguments.

➺ “How many times do I have to tell you, if your going to the restroom put the damn seat down afterwards” ➺ “It’s YOU’RE*, actually” ➺ “Fine, YOU'RE** a piece of shit Ryomen!”

➺ Don’t fret though, because while Ryomen Sukuna wants to know anything and everything there is to know about the world, he knows deep down inside that the best thing the world could have ever offered him was you.

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➺ Edit: Okay I made this story quite a while ago but I HAVE ANOTHER HEADCANON TO ADD! I think his observation skills are super on point which is how he’s able to understand things so easily

A/N: Everyone list what you think Sukuna’s favorite book(s) would be 🗣️

A/N: If you enjoyed my thoughts on Sukuna, you’d love this story I also wrote paired with some headcanons! 

[littletroggo]

Congratulations on the milestone!! I love your art style so much!! They always look so soft and cute~! I was wondering if you could draw a Bad Batch hug? Either between two of them or a group hug? They go through so much in the show, they deserve comforting hugs~! And for a random question: you mentioned you have exams (good luck, btw!), so what are you going to school for? :)

Congratulations again! Keep up the amazing work!

aw thank you so much! i try my best to draw characters in a sorta fluffy and cute way <3 i half planned on an angsty option but you're right they deserve a comforting hug. so here's hunter and omega, hope it was worth the wait!

and to answer your question: i'm studying engineering! yeah i only have myself to blame lol

[catboymoments]

This is very random but looking at your art i really like how you draw and portray transmasc/trans pregnancy

As a trans man who wanted to become a dad someday, i wanted to share art of my favorite male character who i hc as trans being a dad on the online world, but some people would usually view male pregnancy as a fetish thing or a joke which makes me sad (i mean i don’t entirely blame them but y’know)

Your art really makes me happy and all fuzzy and they even encouraged me to speak my mind about trans pregnancy a little bit more so thank you for that

Sorry if this seems like a rant, have a nice day and thank you for your time!! Love your art style btw, it’s got a special place in my heart :3

IM SO GLAD WAHHHHHHH this is what I do it for!!!

[imagine-darksiders]

AHHHHHHH I stumbled across your writing and art through your transformers fic, and loved your style so much I devoured your other fics even though I’ve never heard of Darksiders. And promptly fell head over heels for it! I don’t even go here but I’m adopting a Horseman or three and every maker. I want to wrap them in warm blankets and feed them cookies.

Death’s Reaper form being unable to keep from showing those subconscious feelings and this giant skeleton’s darkest desires mostly being, wanting to coo over y/n. SOFTY. BIG SCARY SOFTY. Death getting worse at hiding it from everyone they encounter. I can see him blaming Reaper internally to avoid confronting his feelings like “I am a HORSEMAN, I have a reputation, do NOT blow this for us” (Reaper is not listening, too busy mentally frolicking with y/n)

Your fics 😭😭😭 I literally sat in my car and cried over Eideard in CHWH, and I am cackling at Strife and War in Eden’s Heir, the sheer confusion over humans knowing what guns are when they’re living in caves! the mob boss au has me by the throooooat. What would have happened if y/n did actually ask Strife not to hurt the dillweed that bruised her??? 👀👀👀 how would he have reacted

Amazing, spectacular, addictive, 10000/10 I didn’t know I needed this in my life

Absolutely tickled at the random idea of a generally non-spiritual y/n having someone comment about her soul, and just bluescreening because what the hell do you mean, souls are real???? I have one?? Like sure, apocalypse, Horsemen, demons, hard evidence exists, but facing something previously unknown and intangible about yourself is the real terror. Pestering Death or worse, Strife or War about souls and trying to come to terms with that?? Existential crisis on top of existential crisis.

Gnawing on this entire universe but especially your writing of it 💖 Please forgive me for liking your entire tumblr 😂

BELIEVEEEEEE ME, there is nothing to forgive. Spam away. ☺️💕👍🏻

[valentinedagger]

lately, i've been rewatching some of the major tumblr fandom classics -- you know, sherlock, supernatural, merlin, doctor who, that era of live-action TV with a heavy fandom presence mostly centralized on tumblr. and here's the thing... i completely understand why modern tumblr fandom -- and, as an extension as the phenomenon of fandom itself broke containment and reached the mainstream, modern online fandom in general -- is so utterly hostile to reparative readings.

i mean, really, it makes perfect sense. these shows seem practically designed to provoke paranoid readings from their audiences. this style of television regularly contorted itself into pretzels not only to be audience-hostile, but to be hostile to the basic building blocks of storytelling itself. this probably sounds exaggerated, but i'm being stone-cold serious. supernatural's stalwart dedication to resetting the status quo at the end of every story arc, never letting there be genuine stakes because every change to the status quo, ultimately, does not change the show whatsoever on more than a surface aesthetic level. merlin's even more stalwart inability to change the status quo whatsoever, constantly driving home a story where narrative is teased but always forcibly contorted back into the exact same shape at the last minute. sherlock's commitment to unexpected "twists" at the expense of the audience being able to participate in the mystery story.

i mean... is it really paranoia if they're actually out to get you? these shows taught the people watching them that they shouldn't expect coherence, or consistency, or even baseline respect as an audience. these shows taught their viewers that the experience of watching television is to be caught in eternal, active conflict with the art itself, which hates you and hates the fact that you enjoy it, and is working at all times to thwart your attempts to garner meaning from it.

i think this is a terrible way to view art, and ultimately shoots yourself in the foot and prevents you from ever engaging with anything authentically and joyfully. interacting with art is like a good kink scene or a LARP; it requires a certain amount of audience buy-in and trust in order to make the interaction work. but i also can't blame people whose formative fandom experiences were sherlock and the MCU for not having that trust -- this is going out of the bounds of serialized television a bit, but i mean. the MCU's constant pattern of "a new director comes along, retcons and/or makes fun of every single development made in the last movie, transplants entirely new personalities onto the characters, and throws in a couple of random plot twists halfway through because the fandom already guessed what the next big arc would be about" isn't exactly encouraging the audience to trust the art or approach it with curiosity and buy-in.

[quibbs126]

Hmm, I want to do those redraws of screenshots from Transformers shows but the characters are redrawn as they are in another show’s style. It looks fun

I’d just need to get screenshots. And no, I can’t get them from my g1 watchings, because I’m watching them on an actual TV instead of my iPad. I mean I can go to my usual site and rewatch the episodes for them, but you get what I mean

[shrimpsuru]

Welcome to eltingville oc, I feel like this is my most unusual newly found interest. (Not that the media itself is particularly strange or anything, It's just not the usual thing I would find myself interested in. It came up on my fyp on tik tok randomly one day and I got hooked lmao)

I haven't started the comics yet (fake fan, I know) but I'm excited to start reading it! I've seen a few bits of it already and it seems crazy lmao. I made an oc because I really liked the art style of the pilot and wanted to try recreating it! My sketch resembled the art style way more than the final piece, and I wanna blame the pen I used for that- But it's definetly my fault lmao,, I gotta sit down and practice mimicking art styles of shows I like some time lol

This is Sam! he's a huge loser. He isn't apart of the main group. I imagine he'd only have random interactions with the club, since they frequent the same places and have similar interests. That said, I don't imagine he'd get along with the group at all lol. He's really lonely though, so he'd probably tolerate them every once in awhile for the sake of some human interaction. Him and Pete could bond over horror or something.

also ever since I watched the pilot, I cant stop doing jerry's bidi bidi bidi,, it just feels nice to say randomly lmao

[rriverdrawss]

You draw transformers with such interesting features, especially facially. What inspired it, if I might ask? I think it's a fascinating art style personally.

Thank you for liking how I draw the silly robot aliens!

But to answer your question, I didn’t get that many Inspirations, really. It was a split second decision I made with my bumblebee when I first designed her where I gave her the bunny like nose (plus also the ridge that’s her nose bridge). And then I just continued with the bunny like nose for everyone else.

Then when I started to really get to design Hotrod, I decided to stray a bit further away from human face anatomy for her side profile and I gave that to Optimus too. I just generally like to make aliens look like their own species rather than just metal humans.

It’s just a bunch of random decisions that didn’t really have any really reasons for, just wanted to make up my own anatomy for the silly robot aliens. I do kinda blame tfa for making me a bit bolder with my stylization (which is a good thing bc I’ve been wanting to stylize my art style for a while now)

I love my little critters, they are very silly to me

[shaotie]

my masterpost

🐢 FAQ: how do you write so fast?

🐢 Tags Are Hard (a brief guide to ao3 tagging)

🐢 I'm a married woman diagnosed with adhd, autism, and other neuro-spicy disorders who likes ninja turtles and is never growing up 😃 (please only pm me if you're an adult)

🐢 I mostly write Leonardo-centric Rise of the TMNT angst, usually heavy on the angst and I love fanart/fics based on mine! But I don't like t-cest or sexually explicit scenes so for anyone who wants to make fan art/fics based on mine please don't include that stuff.

🐢 most of my fanfics are rated mature or explicit for graphic depictions of violence, discretion is advised

🐢 not all my aus have happy endings but I always tag my works so you know what to expect

🐢 unless drawn on paper, all art is done in Ibispaint, and credit goes to Nickelodeon and the wonderful artists who worked on Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

🐢 Most of my Rise music videos are based on older songs I like, some might be from old trends, I think? I don't know I don't follow trends 🙂 I'm open to taking requests for songs to put rottmnt art/clips to!

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random rottmnt stuff:

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my rise of the tmnt fanfics:

My Short Stories Masterpost (a place where I keep all my 10 chapters or less fanfics together)

What D.I.D I Do Wrong? Masterpost - ongoing on tumblr

Where You Belong Masterpost - ongoing on ao3

Seven Years Masterpost - ongoing on ao3 & tumblr

Sometimes tragedy can split a family apart. And sometimes it can bring them back together again. If it isn't already too late.

Leo was rescued on the same day he went into the prison dimension. Wasn't he? And nothing bad could possibly happen from being shoved into and ripped out of an alternate dimension.

Right?

Where Loyalties Lie Masterpost - complete on ao3; ongoing on tumblr

Raised as Baron Draxum’s assassin slave, Leo (X, Experiment Alpha 002-2) comes in contact with his brothers and wants to draw close to them, but his only father-figure wants them dead.

Thrown in the middle of two worlds, will X carry out the will of his master, or will the lives of his family be precious in his eyes?

Also, as time progresses Leo must find the answer to some hard-hitting questions, such as: Who can he trust? Who is steeping him in a cesspool of lies and deception? And...

Where will his loyalties?

Two Minutes . . . And Counting (series) - complete on ao3

- series summary is in this post (contains spoilers)

- 'Loss' art (cover picture)

- 'Loss' speedpaint (with sad Rise music)

Alternate happy ending for Two Minutes (first fic in series):

a. Doing the Impossible by DiresNightmare

b. Healing From the Impossible by Shattered_ontheInside (me)

Life: The Ultimate Sacrifice - complete on ao3

- my art dump

- fanart by @magisav (thank you!)

- more fanart by magisav (thanks some more!)

- Ninpo Connection (watercolor art)

- "I'm Sorry Tiny Mikey" (comic & fanfic dialogue)

- Blame it on My ADD (music video comp of my different fanfics)

- Let's Be Friends art and excerpt

- Let's Be Friends art (zoomed in on Leo)

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unpublished works that may eventually make their way to ao3.

A Ninja’s Greatest Weapon series

(complete series but rewriting into my current writing style before posting)

- summary (for books 2 & 3) is in this post

- my art dump || page 1 || page 2

- Blame it on My ADD (music video comp of my different fanfics)

- "Who Said I Was A Hero?" video || comic

- "Does That Make Me Insane?" (music video)

- "Fun" art and excerpt

There Must be Something in the Water

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(Stuff for me)

🔹next chapter preview and divider (for ao3)

🔹 au idea I don't want to forget