#beau visage

[gctchell]

This post acts as both an interest check point and a tag dump for Beau. Please leave a 🐑 in the replies (and for multis, the muses you're interested in having her interact with), or like this post if you have interest in interacting with her!

[ beau; visage. ]

[ beau; ic. ]

[ beau; musings. ]

[ beau; aesthetics. ]

[ beau; headcanons. ]

[ beau; interests. ]

[ beau; style. ]

[ beau; bonds. ]

verses;

[ beau; little blessings. ]

[turnandface]

[livingecho]

❝ I loved you. I was a pentapod monster, but I loved you. I was despicable and brutal, and turpid, and everything, mais je t’aimais, je t’aimais! And there were times when I knew how you felt, and it was hell to know it . ❞

tw / suggestive

i keep drawing these two & idk why .... kinda want to make a mini comic focused on vis & beaus relationship but from beaus pov ... mostly cause drawing this it looked like a cover for a comic & i went oooo .... ideas .... i do want to flesh beau out more so she's not just plot point .

i also have more doodles of them because sometimes they are cute together . if they could just communicate like adults their relationship would be sweet but .... ya know that's not how the story goes .

[christiangeistdorfer]

ALAIN MAHÉ eating bread & drinking wine during the 1983 TOUR DE FRANCE AUTOMOBILE

[oscar-piastri]

Baptiste COUILLOUD during the Top 14 match between LOU Rugby and Union Sportive Oyonnax Rugby at MATMUT Stadium on February 24, 2024 in Lyon, France ↠  Photo by Romain Biard

[heartsbreaking-migrated]

A FATHER DAUGHTER MOMENT

featuring . . . carly and beau simpson / @cyklonn

mutuals may interact, those tagged may reblog

[livingecho-arch]

❝ despite our tiffs , despite her nastiness , despite all the fuss & faces she made , & the vulgarity , & the danger , & the horrible hopelessness of it all , i still dwelled deep in my elected paradise ⸻ a paradise whose skies were the color of hell-flames - but still a paradise . ❞

[jules-and-company]

si jamais on me pose la question de pourquoi j’aime cet homme je leur montrerai ça

[newbrckenscene-a]

Muse Aesthetic ; Dean ft Beau

[citations-proverbes]

« Un beau visage vieillit, un beau corps change... mais une bonne personne restera toujours bonne. »

« Un beau visage vieillit, un beau corps change… mais une bonne personne restera toujours bonne. »

[insidiousxhopes]

@bwilmontx

[dsirmtcom]

Visages anachroniques

Visages anachroniques #Philosophie #MardiCestPhilosophie #Levinas #Kant #Socrate #Bergson #Cocteau #Visage

[livingecho]

beau sucked as a romantic partner but damn she had some rizz that left vis flustered ( ref )

[bloodymyhands]

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[nicawlette]

Evil, I’ve come to tell you that she’s evil, most definitely Evil, ORNERY, SCANDALOUS AND EVIL, most definitely

Credit: @ isasunbee

[ih8simps]

Slightly unhinged/ yandere Gojo (x reader)

“Nanami”

“No”

“Na-Na-Mi” you cooed.

“Again, no” he sighed exasperatedly.

It had been exactly 20 minutes since you began following the sorcerer from Jujutsu tech and you were already giving the senior teacher a head ache.

“Oh come on. What would be so bad about having lunch with me?” You contorted your face into the visage of a pout. Since childhood, this had been the face that broke Nanami’s resolve every time. His eyes danced across your face for a moment, and it almost seemed like he was going to crack.

“No”

“But-“

“Just listen. I can’t. I don’t want to have to argue with him again. He’s just as annoying as you are”

Your face fell. He was always the wedge between you and anything you wanted.

“He doesn’t have a say in who I get to hang out with. Nanami you used to be my-“ the onset of your tantrum was stopped by a warm hand engulfing your arm. His grip on you was sudden yet firm.

“Who doesn’t have a say?” His voice was smooth like velvet and the soft hum of his voice sent a chill down your spine.

“And Nanami was what to you, again?” The grip on your arm tightened with every syllable that fell from his lips. You couldn’t form a tangible thought in his presence. His sudden intrusion left you feeling suddenly very unsafe. When did he get here? How did you not sense his presence?

The intel you received a few days ago said that Satoru Gojo would be far from jujutsu tech. He was supposed to be so far away that he shouldn’t even be able to sense you. How was he here? Did he ever really leave? Why did the informant lie?

Hearing Nanami’s deep sigh pulled you from your thoughts.

“I’m leaving. See you around, (y/n)”. The moment he turned on his heel to leave, your heart began to sputter. Panic began to rise in your bosom. You couldn’t be left alone with Gojo, not even in public.

“Na-nanami. Wait. Please”. The slight pitch to your voice must have coaxed him. He let out another exasperated sigh. It seemed that he was thinking deeply about something. He slowly turned back around to see you pulled closely to Gojo.

“You know. It would be nice to have a meal with you both.” he made sure to loudly enunciate the last word. Both.

If anyone knew of the possessive and obsessive nature of Gojo, it was Nanami. Since childhood he had noticed the way Satoru interacted with you. His gaze was always fixed on you a little too long and his hand always found some way to keep a hold onto you. It was no secret that Gojo had been unparalleled in his all consuming obsession with you.

Nanami was there the day young Satoru Gojo proclaimed to all of the students, although there were so few, that anyone who was dumb enough to get too close to you would have to get through him first. That day was the last real day of your individual freedom.

As the strongest son born into the family, it was clear that Satoru was going to be the next head of his clan. He never truly flaunted his status or threw around his influence. The day he proclaimed you as his, he was simply voicing what he considered to be obvious.

It didn’t seem that his message had the impact he intended because 2 weeks after his announcement, he saw you gallivanting around Tokyo with a new beau. Satoru didn’t even register what the boy looked like before he ripped you away from him. He said nothing as he dragged you away from him. The iron grip he had on your arm felt like he was truly trying to crush you.

Some part of you believed that was the day Satoru truly had lost his mind when it came to you. A week after that you realized that your family had been acting strange. Your father had more meetings than ever before and your mother seemed to be lost in deep thought at all hours of the day. The unspoken issue in your home came to a fever pitch when your parents finally broke the news. The Gojo clan had requested something from your family that only they could supply.

“Satoru wants you” your mother whispered, tightly grasping your hand. “H-he has threatened taking rash action if we decline” she continued, not even allowing you a moment to question her words.

“I’ve been meeting with the clan every day and it seems that he wants nothing else. There is no way to keep you from doing this, (y/n)” your father’s voice came out low and shaky. You realized you’d never seen him look so defeated. “I offered them many things, but they cannot decline a request from the next head of the family. He’s offered not only to take care of you, but the rest of our family as well. The only thing he wants in return is you. He’s quite adamant” he mumbled shaking his head in what looked like disbelief.

Time seemed to freeze as you took in his words. You’d been practically sold off to Satoru. You knew he had a powerful position, but you didn’t know he could just get his way like this. Every part of your body shivered in anger and disgust. He was like a plague or a natural disaster. He swept through a place and destroyed everything in its path.

Life was never the same after that. All of your things were moved to the Gojo compound and you began your life as Satoru’s ‘special guest’.

11 years later and you were still under his constant watch. There were days and moments when you felt like you were truly alone but those moments were short lived. The longest you had gone without being under those all seeing eyes was three months. Those were three of the most comfortable months of your life, but today because you were summoned by the higher ups, that comfort was surely over.

“(Y/n) can’t go to any meals with you today actually” if you didn’t know him, you’d think his tone was calm but that was quite the contrary. Satoru was seething. You’d been missing from his sight for three full months. He’d want everything from you now, including an explanation.

You carefully turned your gaze to his. “But Gojo I-“

A look of pure rage swept past his opalescent eyes and you knew instantly that you’d made a mistake. You were never supposed to call him that. It took him years to break you out of that habit and in only three months you were back to square one.

“We’ll have to take a rain check” he smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes, “we have things to discuss”.