#cw. bugs

[andywritingstuff]

cw: angst-ish? mentions of death, decomposition, bugs, implied suicidal gojo, sorcery high society and stuff like that <3

Thinking about a grieving Gojo Satoru.

Too young to die, but you did, anyway. There's no way to return you to life - and why? Why must he return you to a life you didn't want? You're better off six feet down, in a wooden coffin that hides and protects your corpse from the thoughts that plague his mind.

Dig you back up. Break that stupid coffin open, and watch your face for the last time. Have the maggots already eaten your face? Have your lips dried and cracked? Were your eyes still in place, or were they already withered? Would you come back to life if he kissed your cold, dead lips again and again? Would the coldness of your body seep into his own? Were your clothes wrinkled or were they as pristine as they were the last time he saw you wear them?

Would you have bugs and insects all over your skin? Were you tainted with dirt? He'd like to feel you against him for one last dance. Would the grayish-blue tint of your skin shine under the moonlight, and would your bones crack if he took you out? What would happen if he pressed his ear against your chest? Does alcohol, formalin and glycerin run in your system instead of blood? If he spoke to you, would your hum like you used to, or would you stay silent? Would you reply to his lame jokes with a “real funny, ‘toru” or would only the caw of crows be his response in the dead of night?

He can't stand to think this. The thoughts only seem to plague his mind. Who would be there to listen to him? He already lost Suguru. Shoko is affected, too, even if she doesn't let it show. Nanamin… He's gone, too. His students are too young. They need him to be strong. They're just kids.

But you were… Well, you were you. You were his only true friend, the only person he could count on even after everything. You were the one who helped him get back on his feet when he thought he couldn't do anything anymore, the one that got him his favorite sweets. So funny how something as mundane as buying him those cheap lollipops makes his chest tighten and a lump form on his throat. They taste like you. He swears he can see you clearly in front of him, a bunch of lollipops in one hand and a family sized bag of your favorite chips on the other, while he carries your favorite chunky sauce and the rest of the groceries for a very much needed Friday movie night in which you both would fall asleep on the first thirty minutes.

But you're not there. Friday movie nights are over. He's buying chips for nobody. Nobody waits for him at home.

Your laughter still rings in his ears, but it's an echo from the past. Your scent clings to him but he's wearing your perfume and your hair tie in his wrist. His usually bright blue eyes blur with unshed tears behind his dark blindfold, but he wears a smile despite everything. He is the strongest, isn't he? He can't afford to be weak, especially not now - his students depend on him.

The weight of the world is on his shoulders, and you were once there with him, helping him carry the burden. But now he's alone again. More alone than ever, and not even Gojo Satoru can stand that. Not after having you by his side, showing him he can be loved for him and not just his power and status.

He sits by your tombstone, with his long legs crossed and his gaze distant. He didn't even bother putting on the blindfold. A couple days old stubble grows on his face, and there's bags under his eyes. His muscles seem less defined, and his clothes seem to get bigger on his body. Unpolished, unlike himself. Small, for the first time.

“I'm tired, sweets.” Satoru murmurs with a strange voice, like a stranger has taken his body and wrecked it from the inside. He can feel himself rotting every single day that passes, the thread of his life getting thinner and thinner - and he can't wait for that final snap. He’ll take the damn scissors from Atropos herself and cut it himself. Just take him out of his misery.

Along the weight of the world on his shoulders, something weighs in his pocket. His left pocket, precisely. A small velvet box with a ring he wanted to give you - not asking your hand in marriage, of course, (not yet, anyway), but as a promise. A ring he saw and immediately thought of you. Of you wearing that gorgeous silver band with the azure gemstones that look just like his eyes and had his initials engraved inside, while he wore a matching one, with your eye color as the gemstones and your initials engraved on the inside of the band.

He just never had the time. Neither one. Too busy with missions and paperwork and teaching, it just never came up. And now it sits heavier than the weight of the sorcery society that was put on him. The same society that killed you and he has grown to resent and even hate.

He never got to fulfill the promise of a life together. Worse yet, he never got to confess his desire for a life together, and that's what hurts him the most. You never knew. You died, and he was such a coward that he never got to tell you how much he loved you.

a/n: very high-key inspired by cemetery girl - insane clown posse hehe. i finally wrote for gojo and look what came out. oh well.

[blimbo-buddy]

got my hands on a field guide of californian bugs and i found that there's this one bee species in southern california that looks like this

(Actual bugs under the cut, CW for insects)

[junibu-art]

common spiny flower mantis, as an apology for the hiatus🌷

[unsung-idiot]

always watching 👁️🦋

[applestruda]

anything with gem ever will make me incomprehensibly happy (:

Esmp 2 gem!

[clowns0up-felix]

MAJORAS MASK

This is not only my favorite game but my favorite thing in the entire world and I will claw and scream and bleed until everyone knows it

Deliberately posting this on zelda anniversary day because this is my zelda.

HAPPY 39TH BIRTHDAY THE LEGEND OF ZEDLA YAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYY

[sharkflan]

thinking about the giant centipede cowboy from my dream again

[sh9ne]

[everydaylouie]

skeeter soda

[canisalbus]

This snake mantis makes the same faces that Machete does

I knew he was part bug.

[iceespizza]

going insane (the twitter account shown in the photos is run by alex hirsch. it is NOT the official oregon parks department account.)

[jeonseoguu]

in retaliation for giving the rat the stupidest name ever

[iizuumi]

whoever decided to give astarion a gun ily

[fivetrench]

HEYYYYYYYYY HELLO HI HIIIII ^_^ !!!!!!

[starlingstalk]

closer to you

[starrodent]

@jonmartinweek day 9: au where jon actually just gets eaten by the worms

So this year's jmart week didn't turn out how i expected but in the end i'm happy with the art i made :) i kinda burnt myself out in the beginning so i decided to take it easy the last few days. now that i'm all caught up with school stuff i can hopefully go back to my regular life

about the actual drawing: this goofy au idea has been brewing in my mind for a while...it's basically just corruption jon with clothes moths instead of wasps and some murky connections to random plot details. idk i haven't figured out what i want to do with it yet