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descent.

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Thank you to whoever shared screenshots of the exchange gift story because this part lives in my brain rent free the way I laughed was ungodly

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I finally learned how to draw jude!! now no one can stop me ❤️

(drew this because i want to print my own jude merch, since his merch in mercari is too expensive for me 😭)

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🐰🃏

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gelato

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🐰💢

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commissioned my irl friend to draw jude with my sona's nui to celebrate my own birthday! I'm so happy with the result 🥺❤️🎉

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Kimi to Idol Precure ♪

I just noticed I never posted these Idol, Wink and Kyun Kyun fan arts here, so after drawing Kiss and Zukyoon it was the perfect occasion to post them all together <3

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ʚ・ AFTERNOON NAP ⟢ JUDE JAZZA

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repost of a fic off my old account

Jude knows well you’re not the type to take a break.

Especially when other people are working.

He knows, too, that you’re not the type to complain about how tired you are. Even now, as you stifle a yawn, the dark circles under your eyes mirroring the ones ever permanent on his face, you simply lower your hand and smile at him. Instead of returning your affection, Jude’s lips draw a firm line.

Is he not looking after you enough? Is he, perhaps, not cut out to be your… boyfriend?

The word is foreign on his tongue, said a thousand times and it still tastes strange in his mouth. Strange, and yet not unpleasant. A warmth in his chest even the finest of whiskeys cannot reproduce always accompanies the word, as well as the gentle upcurve of his lips that he only ever lets show when he’s alone with you.

“We’re takin’ a break,” he announces simply as he stands up. Jude stretches languidly; his body aches from having been sat in the same position for hours singing endless amounts of documents.

You watch him as he crosses the few steps to the couch he has in his office. You’ve never seen him use it for naps, currently it’s home to a pile of books that he simply knocks off; but there’s a blanket draped over the back, and as he rearranges the cushions simply, you can tell this is something he’s done a lot.

“I, will… leave you,” you murmur out.

“Eh?” Jude grumbles, letting himself flop down onto the couch. “I said we’re takin’ a break, princess, that’s plural. Me and you.”

“But there’s no space.”

He simply grunts and reaches over to grab your wrist, with a gentle tug, he pulls you down on top of him. It’s all calculated, the way his arms envelope you as you fall against his chest, how he manages to pull the blanket over you both in the same move. His body is warm in a way you’ve missed recently.

“Heh, finally learned not to fight me?”

“I’m too comfy to argue about this,” you respond simply, letting yourself relax against him. “How long will we rest?”

“Until I’ve decided ya rested enough, princess.”

One of Jude’s hands simply sits on your waist, the other carding through your hair way too softly for him to even be aware he’s doing it. Jude is aware his kindness is clumsy, that he’s out of practice; that, to him, weakness and vulnerability is not something he can afford to show — not when it’ll get you hurt, not when it could take you from him. He swallows the idea like a poison, gulping it down until it sits uncomfortably in his stomach and he allows himself to pull you tighter against him.

He thinks he could get used to this.

Your warmth, your weight atop him like this.

Like the word boyfriend it’s strange: and yet not unpleasant. It’s comforting, almost. Calming. Peaceful. As if, just for a moment, he’s an ordinary guy and beyond the walls there is not a world of people wishing him dead in so many ways that-

He swallows thickly.

They could do anything to him and he’d get back up. Shoot him, stab him, poison him — anything, he’d never let them kill him. But you? If they hurt you — touched a single hair atop your head that he cherishes so, so damn much — well, he’s not sure he can handle it. The very thought sends air from his lungs; a monster’s hands gripping at his throat to remind him of the threat, that even this moment is dangerous for you. That he should be pushing you away. That’s the only way to keep you safe.

Yet he’s found himself selfish and greedy since meeting you. He won’t let you go, he refuses to let you go to some other man — not knowing whether he’s making you happy of treating you right… heh, he supposes no other man knows you quite as well as he does — there’s no way they could ever make you frown the way he does. Make you smile the way he does… without ever doing anything. It’s illogical to him how your face lights up when you see him, how your feet always carry you to his side as if it’s been your spot all along.

Illogical and yet it means the world to him.

He could put you to sleep so easily, you know this, and yet you don’t suppose he needs to. The rhythmic beating of his heart overlaps the ticking of his pocket watch, the simple sounds the only signs of life and time passing and it’s enough to cause your eyes to slowly close. You feel his lips on your forehead, swear you hear whispered words that sounds suspiciously like ‘I love you’, and then his arms hold you tighter. Jude’s lips turn up into a small smile as he watches you slowly fall asleep — there was a time he’d tease you about being so vulnerable about him, and part of him still wants to do so, yet right now the idea of disturbing this peace — this moment of bliss that seldom seeks you both — is so loathsome to him that he drops the idea the moment it forms.

Jude is happy right now.

You’re warm and safe with him, and that’s all he wants anymore.

All he needs: right here in his arms.

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there’s something very wrong with me, it’s called ‘I don’t want to do anything, ever’ and they said it’s chronic

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king of the villains

William Rex

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jingle jangle

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whoever invented beds was a fucking genius im just all cozied up in here like u don't even know how cozy i am

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From The Fairytale Keeper's Final Assessment. (*´ω｀*)

When MC already became us Jude girlies

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Drawing Jude's expression is kind of hard for me sometimes. Everytime I draw Jude, everything turned purple lol.