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The real barbie is Y/n.

Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.

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FUCK they did not havve to go this hard (all hugo wanters will be hugo havers)

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Hugo Vlad Mindscape Cinema art (v1.7)

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Shout out to this man in particular

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yall im so ready

1.7 teaser js dropped anD OH MY GOD HUGO PLEASE COME HOME

PLEASE (your divorced husband is waiting for you--)

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1.7 teaser js dropped anD OH MY GOD HUGO PLEASE COME HOME

PLEASE (your divorced husband is waiting for you--)

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shipping isn’t about what the writers or actors say is or isn’t romantic. shipping isn’t even about romance a good percentage of the time. shipping is about seeing The Dynamic and going absolutely hog wild in your mind and your friends dms about it.

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it flopped on tiktok I'm crying

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I wrote a drabble. Now I go sleep.

Pairing: Von Lycaon x Hugo Vlad

Warning: it's suggestive but is generally SFW

Hugo is teasing Lycaon because he ⭐ can ⭐

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There it is again. That impish smile always spells trouble for Lycaon. He defensively crosses his arms as Hugo approaches.

“What is it this time?” Lycaon grumbles.

Hugo is taken aback, hand on his chest in feigned indignation.

“What do you mean ‘what is it this time’? I haven’t done anything.”

“You know what you did!”

“Oh, don’t be like that. I didn’t hear you complain when I brushed your tail,” Hugo’s smile widens.

“That-!”

Hugo laughs at the visibly flustered Lycaon and moves in a little too close for Lycaon’s liking.

“What? Cat got your tongue?” Hugo voice drops into a whisper. He is so close they are almost touching. “Now, stand still.”

Lycaon tenses, but he does not move away. The floral scent of Hugo’s cologne makes him feels heady.

“Why?” Lycaon clears his throat, but it still feels far too dry for his liking.

“Because I asked you so nicely, of course. Why else?”

“Fine,” Lycaon relents, keeping as still as possible as Hugo moves in even closer until his lips are dangerously close to Lycaon’s ear.

There is a moment of silence that is thick with anticipation that coils around his throat.

“Good boy.”

Lycaon’s mind goes blank. He can hear himself groan, fighting for any shred of self-control he has left. All the while, Hugo begin to laugh and rests his chin on Lycaon’s broad shoulder.

“I knew you’d like that.”

“I never say I did!” Lycaon protests.

Hugo pushes himself off of Lycaon and points at the man’s fluffy tail. It is wagging very enthusiastically against its owner’s wishes.

“You’ve always been a terrible liar, Lycaon. You’re going to have to learn some self-control if you want to stop that from happening in public… again.”

“And whose fault is that!?”

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When we were young

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redrew of one of hugo's poses during the latest chapter of him js being a cutie patootie

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Old concept-ish i was tryna do but got lazy half way :’D

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Spoilers for ZZZ 1.6 Main Story:

hi, below is just me crying over hugo vlad after finishing the season epilogue; proceed at your own risk:

now, i was already set on pulling hugo (and trying for vivian, potentially but i might just settle for getting her on her rerun)

BUT OMG THESE ARTISTS COOKED WITH ALL OF THESE CGS OF THIS MAN

LIKE LOOK

AGHAGAHAHAHHHAHAHHHH THE DUALITY---

god omfgggg this is just a pretty cg <3 my fav at launch vs my current fav hehehe🤭

GODDDDDDDDDDD thank you hoyo artist(/s) who drew this one cg. he looks so ethreal and pretty and beautiful and--

AGHHHHHHHHHHHHH don't talk to me guys im so emotional over hugo--

and now, a vivian cg that was actually just so beautiful that i had to screenshot:

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april fools it may be today--

but im telling yall, this is a precursor to s-rank billy. i've got my tinfoil hat and corkboard with red thread ready--

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it's very surreal to see posts about palestine dwindling down after the ceasefire. israel is still blocking aid to and trying to make life difficult for palestinians in gaza. we still have to continue to speak up about gaza.

in this ceasefire, many palestinians are trying to rebuild in attempts to try and return to what they had before the genocide. despite the heavy and unbearable loss of life that gaza has experienced, her people continue to try to make a better world for their children.

alaa is a mother of two young children. she wants to rebuild her house and get a better future for her children. please have heart and consider helping her out. her fundraiser has been verified.

please donate here

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HGRM Week - Rest Day

Feat. Fem! Reader

A/N: Another late submission for the pathetic-wet-cat lawyer man. University doesn't wait for anybody, but neither does my hyperfixation!! (Don't worry, I'm getting them done, I promise.)

tags: established relationship - married, JujustuSorcerer!Higuruma, domestic fluff, higuruma finally gets his well-deserved rest

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Hiromi didn’t know how people like Gojo or Nanami can go their whole lives, restlessly fighting off curses everyday. He reckons this is comparable to slaving unpaid hours away on making a defense case for his clients. Maybe only marginally better than tangoing with death every other day.

He comes home, not bothering to change out of his uniform, since he’ll need it again for tomorrow (today? For the morning? It’s all a blur at this point…) He kicks his shoes off, tumbling off his feet and sitting lopsided at the entrance before he wanders to his shared bedroom to find his wife… Setting his home clothes on the bed?

He’s bemused. Since when was the last time he wore those clothes? (Y/N) invites herself into Hiromi’s arms, earning herself a soft kiss on the forehead.

“Darling, awfully considerate of you to lay out my pajamas…” Hiromi braces himself for his internal disappointment. “—But I have a mission early in the morning—”

She shuts him up with just a finger over his lips, “Not anymore, you don’t. I had a word with your senior, Gojo, and he’s taken you off that mission to spend the next 24 hours with me! And resting.”

Hiromi takes a minute processing what she just said, momentarily distracted by her sweet smile. “Wait, what do you mean, you—? What did you say to Gojo, honey?”

“You worry too much, Hiromi ~ You should go ahead and take a shower. With all the love in my heart, this uniform has seen better days…”

A quick sniff at his clothes, and he grimaces at the sour stench that’s accumulated. That… That can’t be from him, right? (No, most certainly not. It was from the curse. Yep, the curse. The curse known for its putrid smell and pungent fragrance. Yep, it was the curse—)

The warm water running from the shower is heavenly. How it hits his back and streamlines down, the way the water runs off his hair and all over his face. He closes his eyes to savour the refreshing warmth of a hot, running shower.

His thoughts are interrupted by a knock. Hiromi can hear the sweet sound of his wife calling out to him, “Join me in bed once you’re done.”

He’s stunned. God, it really has been so long since he’s been home with (Y/N). Guess he could make up for it tonight. He wraps up his shower and dresses himself in the clothes she picked out for him, walking out to see her snuggled up in their shared duvet.

Hiromi makes his presence known by flopping onto the bed and shuffling his way under the covers and wrapping his lithe arms around his wife’s sleeping form.

She returns the favour with snaking her arms around his neck, planting a soft kiss on his lips.

“This bed was always too big for me,” she whispers. “I was wondering when you’d be back…”

“Oh, I’m sorry, my love. I’m guessing you don’t get any rest waiting for me…?”

She hums, sleepily looking up at Hiromi, who gazes back. How long has it been since he’s laid in bed with her?

(Y/N) yawns and snuggles up into the crook of his neck, “I’m so tired, Hiromi. But, I bet you need this more than me…”

“Don’t be ridiculous — you can rest well, knowing that I’ll be here in the morning.”

She smiles at that. “I’m so glad I asked Gojo to take you off that mission.”

“Will you tell me what you said to him…?”

“… Maybe in the morning.”

(Spoiler: you never did. But, who’s Hiromi to care when he finally gets a day to spend with his wife?)