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because she's an ACTUAL ANGEL sent from heaven, @kymsys also sent me prints… with actual glitter… LOOK AT THE PRETTY BOYS SPARKLE HELP MEEEEEE ✨

i wasn't expecting birthday wishes, let alone beautiful art from beautiful friends. i have met the most wonderful people through this fandom and made friends for life and it's SO meaningful to me 🥺 jjk has brought nothing but good things my way, thank youuuuuu ♥️

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i am the luckiest little son of a bun alive 🐰

copying some of my words from twt, but you don't know how loud i screamed when i first saw this!! everyone say thank you to @kymsys for drawing suguru's beautiful peach in all its glittery glory. THEN everyone say thank you to my mother for giving birth to me so we could all see this today, bless 🙏

thank youuuuuuuuu, my lovely kim ♥️

suguboo? 🐇💖✨ happy fucking birthday again to my dear @fushiglow, this is for you! love you to bits and pieces ♡ CAN YOU TELL I LOVE GLITTER???? and also glitter is just so damn hard to get off, even after showering and so much washing. it just sticks like glue!!!

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watch what you eat

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Did you really think I would just let you leave?

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first year satosugu!

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I thought it was impossible to love Yuta more, but then we saw his Domain Expansion

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My life is forever changed by this 😭

When @posletsvet sent me this piece, I instantly burst into tears because I couldn't contain the emotions it stirred up in my soul. Arina has spoiled me with enough beautiful art for this fic already, but this one takes the cake.

I always feel like I overuse the word "evocative" so if someone can give me a better adjective for a piece of art that transports you to a time and a place and a feeling, let me know — because that's exactly what happened when I first laid eyes on this beautiful work.

I feel like I'm right there with Satoru, transfixed by this boy with a smile like the sun among all that blue. There's a sense of wonder, but also a sense of an almost misplaced longing for something unknown, and it's incredibly moving to me. There are more emotions too, but I can't talk about those without spoiling the story 😩 On that note:

The part of Glo's story that sees Suguru rising to prominence and stardom even before Satoru's first ventures in the music industry isn't (yet? 👀) covered in the fic

The way I'm clenching my fist at this! While I want to reveal all, even telling you whether or not we're ever going there is saying too much, so I'll go and scream at a wall instead 🥲 However, know that this piece fits seamlessly into the cinema of the Over the Threshold universe in my mind.

Thank you endlessly, Arina, for everything! You are such a special person ♥️

Blue skies smiling at me

Nothing but blue skies, all I see...

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Although it does not depict a scene from the fic, this piece was greatly inspired by @fushiglow's glorious work Over the Threshold (is anyone surprised by it anymore, lol?). The part of Glo's story that sees Suguru rising to prominence and stardom even before Satoru's first ventures in the music industry isn't (yet? 👀) covered in the fic, but my mind tapped into it and ran with it — and this came to me as a result!

Hope y'all will enjoy this as much as I did drawing it!! Literally had the time of my life with Satoru's jacket and Suguru's hair, teehee!

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-玉折-

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au with a friend

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also because it's my birthday this week, i'm using it as my deadline to finish chapter nine. my gift to myself this year is PRESSURE SO MUCH PRESSURE 😃

so... new over the threshold chapter this week i guess????

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satosugu mailman au 💌

a very special delivery for @kymsys's birthday! how many days will it take for satoru to fall in love with his new mailman? let's find out!!

here's part one for my tumblr pals to enjoy! however, i'll be posting this work over quite a few days over on twitter/x, so please head over there if you want to follow along! if you don't have an account, i'll be uploading the entire thing to my ao3 when it's done — so don't fret ♥️ enjoy the fic!!

There were three things Gojō Satoru loved above all else: sweets, scale model kits, and sleep. He was a simple man in that sense — really, he asked for very little except a healthy supply of sugary treats, the occasional plastic mech, and an undisturbed lie-in seven days a week. So, when the shrill ring of his doorbell wrenched Satoru from a beautiful dream at exactly 8am on a Monday morning? Needless to say, he wasn’t pleased. Now, Satoru wasn’t an unreasonable person. He understood that the rest of the world started moving a little earlier than him — which is why Satoru had taken special measures to protect his precious rest without hindering anyone else. He’d chosen a job that allowed him to work from home, forgone the company of a housemate in favour of living alone, and — most importantly for a hobbyist like Satoru who ordered more kits, paints, and crafting tools than any one person needed — installed a secure parcel drop box outside his front door, preventing the need for anyone to pester him. That’s why Satoru didn’t bother getting out of bed after the first ring, assuming that the person who’d decided to disturb him would eventually figure it out for themselves. Perhaps they were a bit slow though — because less than thirty seconds later, the doorbell came screaming through the house again. Swearing into his pillow, Satoru pulled the duvet up to his ears. All he could do was hope they’d leave quickly so he could snatch at least some sleep in the 45 minutes left until his alarm went off. No such luck. Right when Satoru thought it was safe to relax, the doorbell started up again — and this time, it didn’t stop. With a stream of profanities falling from his lips, Satoru hauled himself out of bed, seeing red as he stomped down the stairs and marched across the hallway to the front door. He flung it open with a frustrated snarl, preparing to share some choice words with the impatient piece of shit on the other side — only for his insults to die on his tongue at the sight of the man standing before him. The broadest shoulders he’d ever laid eyes on; thick arms, tanned and toned; a muscular torso tapering down to a tiny waist — and all packaged in a uniform, for god’s sake. When Satoru finally managed to lift his jaw off the floor, he looked up at the man’s face and the damn thing unhinged from his skull all over again. He was all sharp cheekbones and sunkissed skin and the sweetest smile Satoru had ever seen. Perhaps a little too sweet now that he really looked at it. ‘I think your doorbell is broken.’

Sure, the guy was hot — easily the prettiest person Satoru had ever seen — but that didn’t stop his eye from twitching at the blatant passive aggression masked behind that sickly sweet smile. Satoru matched it with one of his own. ‘I assure you, it’s not.’ ‘Oh, I’m so sorry!’ Satoru didn't think he seemed sorry in the slightest — even if his voice did sound like melted chocolate. ‘I’ve got a parcel for Gojō Satoru?’ When hot mailman tilted his head to the right, a lock of glossy black hair fell into his face. Too short to secure in his bun and too short to tuck behind his ear, he simply brushed it away from warm eyes the colour of honey. Satoru wondered if every part of him was as gorgeous. ‘It needs a signature.’ Shocked out of his stupor, Satoru's gaze travelled to the box at the right of the door. ’The regular guy always puts them in there.’ Hot mailman simply beamed at him. ‘Do I look like the regular guy to you?’ No, Satoru thought. There’s nothing regular about you. As though he could read minds, hot mailman winked at him. ‘Then I’ll need a signature, please.’ And god — he was so effortlessly charming that, for the first time in his life, Satoru found himself speechless. For a long moment, he simply stood there, gawping like an idiot. When hot mailman eventually quirked an amused eyebrow in his direction, Satoru had no choice but to take the signature pad being waved at him, managing to make a hash of his name before wordlessly handing it back. Having completely and utterly embarrassed himself, Satoru had started to retreat into the safety of his home when a strong hand closed around the edge of the door. Hot mailman popped his head around the side. ‘You forgot your parcel.’ Satoru watched those amber eyes as they slid down the length of his body — and hot mailman's sickly sweet smile morphed into a devilish grin. ‘Your clothes, too.’ Glancing down at himself, Satoru’s heart stopped in his chest when he realised he’d answered the door in nothing but his boxers — and not fitted Calvin Kleins that emphasised what he was working with either. No, the ratty, stretched out Digimon boxers he’d owned since he was 17. With a mortified squeak, Satoru snatched the parcel from hot mailman’s hands and slammed the door in his face, uncaring of whether his stupid bangs got caught in the doorframe. Tossing the package onto the floor, Satoru brought his palms to his rapidly heating cheeks, taking a moment to stare into the silence of his hallway. Then, he summoned all the air in his lungs and let out the single loudest ‘fuck!’ he’d ever produced. Hot mailman’s beautiful laughter travelled down the entire length of the driveway.

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the last of the zenins

bonus:📸📸

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jujutsu kaisen episode 45 ⨯ metamorphosis

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The last bus home 🌌

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