#ignore the eye rings

[of-chaos-and-flame]

Concept art for this au/crossover idea I’m working on

[i-am-a-fan]

"The Two princes were like Water and Fire.

Their balance, bringing harmony to the world.."

"What happened to Them? The fire Prince? "

"What would you like to hear?

You really are just.. a bit too much like him. "

@thechildbesuffering your AU has infected me with a vision (this au belongs to them!)

[ryann-44]

first 2024 doodle of her

[hmm-paper-clip]

I drew some of these while recovering from a cold so. sorry raz for making u sick ig. its millas hand on his forehead btw

[eshacchi]

[torchturtle]

Ghost King Boy

[mossy-covered-bones]

You mean you can watch something without becoming immediately obsessed with the characters and symbolism?

[oncillaphoenixart]

Hi hi look I made a thing!!!

It took one thrift-store pajama shirt, a heavily modified teddy bear pattern, two jugs of milk, a youtube video on sleeve patterns (thank you youtuber Kim Dave), and several weeks worth of trial and error on remnant bin fabric before even daring to touch the main goods, but I have created my very own Fluffy Prince.

Not for sale, but I’m gonna make another one for my brother and was thinking of taking pictures for a tutorial as I do that.

[jlf23tumble]

The groupthink and insular nature of larries (you can’t sit with us unless you believe/espouse what we believe) def keeps people a reachin’ EVEN HARDER. And this all or nothing attitude leads to “unlarrying” which somehow means those people just buy into a whole other narrative (so did they really need “deprogramming” or just another doctrine to follow blindly? Rip to that girl who wrote about how she couldn’t believe she used to think Carolina was about drugs when Harry is so pure after she listened to HS3 lmaoooo).

Bottom line is all sides of HL’s fandom puts them in boxes and just ignore pieces of evidence that don’t fit with their narrative (hets ignoring H’s queer coding, larries ignoring all of AOTV post-2015, etc). Multiple things can be true at once - Louis can enjoy indulging in alcohol and weed and be happy and successful (he doesn’t need you to save him); Harry can make out with models and playfully react to signs about pussy and still be sleeping with dudes (plenty of queer men, even those who self-identify as gay, have been intimate with women); HL can have been in a relationship and aren’t anymore (or at least not in the “married” sense). This is all way more fun when you allow for people to be people and not unchanging posters on your wall. Ultimately i don’t care what you believe as long as you acknowledge we’re all clowns here in the dumbass circus.

Couldn't have said it better myself!

[zukkaoru]

i'm sprinkling so many silly little self indulgent headcanons in this fic and i am having a GREAT time

[grimey-ghoul]

i love you ms legrand but i dont wanna draw your hair anymore </3

[syxnewt]

Imagine Dragons songs I know related vaguely to Valorant Agents

Not everyone has one cuz idk that many

Chamber - Enemy [vibes] and Bones [I'm in the bathroom looking at me/face in the mirror is all i need]

Viper - Natural [Cuz you're a natural/living your life cutthroat/you gotta be so cold/to make it in this world]

Neon - Whatever It Takes [Whatever it takes/cuz i love the adrenaline in my veins/I do whatever it takes/cuz i love how it feels when i break the chains]

KAY/O - Radioactive [vibes]

Omen - Demons [vibes. i like to imagine him listening and being like "it's just like me fr!"] and Believer [PAIIIINN OH LET THE BULLETS FLY OH LET THEM RAIIIIN MY LIFE MY LOVE MY DRIVE IT CAME FROm/ PAIN] [basically he feels like an oh the agony type of guy]

Phoenix - Thunder [Who do you think you are?/dreaming 'bout being a big star]

Cypher - Bad Liar [too many lyrics to list tbh] ["it's just like me fr!"]

[foxyfrennetic]

##plappers for the win!!!

pPLOPS DNI!!!!!

[numbaoneflaya]

genuinely wish nothing but pain and agony upon those who hate pitbulls and those who go around euthanizing pits trying to weed out the breed. If hell is real I will see you there as I will be holding the pitchfork shoved up your ass

[sorryicantquitequeeryou]

The Sims4 Ring Ring Girl (aka Callia Maebey) has a very specific type of chaos vibe that gives off some of the same energy as here on tumblr

[yueebby]

12:03 pm  — gojo satoru

synopsis. gojo tries to convince his first years that he was able to pull you.

contents. fluff, crack??, whipped!gojo, mentions of having a kid, he is SO in love with his wife it's disgusting, the first years are sick of their teacher

“[name] sensei is a good looking woman, isn’t she?” yuji remarked, nonchalantly propping his feet up on the desk. “you think so too, right gojo sensei?”

a sly smile played on the corners of gojo's lips, eventually blossoming into a wide, dreamy grin. “good eye yuji! she's undeniably the most beautiful woman on this planet.”

megumi, seated at the desk beside yuji, couldn't hide his grimace.

nobara's expression mirrored that of a disgruntled sea urchin. “dream big, you two. she’s way outta both of your leagues.”

“she is, isn’t she?” gojo sighs dreamily, his gaze far away. a dopey grin settles over his face; like a man walking on air. it was deeply unsettling to the first years to see a grown man behave this way.

megumi rolled his eyes and muttered his disapproval, choosing to ignore his sensei, who had casually seated himself backwards on a chair.

gojo propped his chin with both of his palms, leaning closer into the first years students. “do you think i’d stand a chance with a woman like her?”

megumi buried his face in his hands, audibly groaning in response.

“a sensible woman like that and you? fat chance.” nobara deadpanned, squinting disapprovingly at her teacher. her negative comments elicit a grunt from the snow-haired man.

yuji’s eyes flit nervously from kugisaki to gojo. 

“sensei! i think you have a chance with [name] sensei!” yuji tried to reassure his white haired teacher, offering a thumbs-up. gojo responded by affectionately ruffling yuji’s hair.

megumi couldn’t help but speak up. “she’s a married woman, you know,” he mutters to his friend.

yuji’s eyes widened,  “you’re kidding! who do you think got the honor?” 

“but she’s so young!” kugisaki exclaimed, slamming her hand on the table. 

their discussion is cut short when the shoji doors of the classroom slide open abruptly.

with hands on your hips, you stood sternly before your first year students and their teacher, an air of authority about you.

satoru couldn't help but gulp; you were indeed captivating when you were upset. it’s not his fault that you look so cute when your eyebrows furrow and you puff up in anger.

“i waited for half an hour in the courtyard to start today’s lesson and yet here i find my students, along with their sensei who should be in kyoto for a meeting.” a wry smile graced your lips, sending a chill down everyone’s spine. the three first years bowed their heads in shame.

yuji thinks this is the first time he’s seen his teacher nervous. a bead of sweat appears on the side of gojo’s face.

“honey!” he quickly stands up and walks towards you. with every step he takes, nobara’s face scrunches up at his disgusting conduct. 

“don’t.” you warned, raising a finger up to keep satoru at an arm’s length. he respected your wishes to some extent, grasping your hand and placing it within the hold of his own. the diamond on your ring finger glistened as satoru toyed with it.

gasps filled the room as yuji and nobara observed the display of affection. just how inappropriate could their sensei get, and why were you allowing it? what would your husband think?

satoru tenderly caressed your hand in his, cradling it as he leaned in closer. “please forgive me; it was an honest mistake.”

“honest mistake my ass. yaga told me that this is the second meeting you’ve skipped out this month,” you stated, peering fiercely into his blindfolded eyes. satoru’s cocky demeanor wavered, replaced by a nervous chuckle.

“the first time was when i took you to naha, remember?” he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. “and if i remember correctly, you enjoyed our night out,” your eyes widened, recalling the romantic trip satoru had organized. 

feeling the heat rise to your cheeks, you attempted to pull away, but his grip on your hand tightened.

“forgive me?” his voice softened, lips curving downward, giving him the appearance of a dejected kitten.

a sigh escapes your lips. he was going to be the death of you.

“fine. but this is the last time,” you warned, “and you owe me for covering for you.”

satoru straightened up, nodding fervently. “have i mentioned how much i love you?” wrapping an arm around you, he placed a kiss on the top of your head, despite your futile attempts to stop him.

“this is…” yuji’s jaw dropped.

“so inappropriate! shame on you!” nobara’s chair makes a harsh screech with how fast she leaves it to come to your aid. 

“kugisaki–” you attempted to calm her down, but she clung to your elbow, desperately trying to pry you from satoru’s embrace.

satoru’s hold on you tightened as he wrapped his other arm around your frame, pulling you close. he plops his chin on top of your head and resists nobara’s attempts to free you. like hell he’s letting anybody take his girl, not even his own student.

“crushing on a married woman is one thing, but to openly flirt with her– ” kugisaki struggled. you tilt your head in confusion. 

satoru’s strong arms flexed as he fought to maintain his hold on you. he nuzzled your neck. “’m fine right here,” he inhaled deeply, as if trying to take in as much of you as possible.

“[name] sensei! how can you stand there and let this man disrespect your marriage?!” nobara implored, wide-eyed, disregarding all respect she had for her teacher.  “how will your husband react when he finds how gojo sensei behaves around you?” she looks desperate, and you want to laugh at the sincerity behind her actions. you get it now.

only your idiot husband would pull a stunt like this.

“i hope your husband can fight because i’m willing to fight him to the death for your hand,” satoru mutters from your neck. you take your hand from nobara’s shoulders to shove the six-foot-three giant away.

“you seriously didn’t tell them, satoru?” you ignored his whiney protests as you created distance between the two of you. 

“tell us what?” kugisaki demanded. yuji was on the edge of his seat, nervously watching the unfolding scene, while megumi put his head down in embarrassment.

satoru looks at you with a deep frown on his face. uncertainty clouds your mind as his silence forebodes something. wetting his lips with his tongue, he quickly closed the gap between you, too fast for you to escape. a secure hand rested on your lower waist as your husband dipped you down to deepen the kiss. 

had you not been so absorbed into the kiss, you would have heard the scandalized gasps from your students.

you managed to place a hand on his chest to separate yourselves, “satoru, stop.” his eyes remained fixed on your lips, but he complied.

“yuji, nobara.. satoru and i are–” you hold up your ring finger for display.

“happily married!” your husband finished for you, a triumphant smile on his face. he squeezed you close, throwing up a peace sign. “been madly in love since i met her!” 

“what– no way! you pulled her?!” nobara spluttered, head whipping from satoru to you, unable to wrap her mind around the revelation.

yuji’s jaw is still on the floor, “megumi, you knew about this?!”

the sea urchin looks the other direction, avoiding his friends’ judgemental gazes.

“they… raised me.. sorta..” he mumbles under his breath. your heart melts at his confession. unlike you, the other first years don't take too kindly to his comment, as they start shaking him by the shoulder and starting their own interrogation.

“and we did a good job too! don’t you think we’re ready for our own?” satoru smiles down at you jokingly, his hands snaking around your waist and his hands sneaking onto your stomach. he leaves a couple of soft pats. 

“you’re cuter when you’re quiet, y’know?” you whispered. taking advantage of your students' attention on megumi, you place a single finger on his lips, hoping your husband does not notice the way your face feels like it is on fire. 

he does.

“no need to be shy now,” satoru said, grinning wolfishly, “we’ll continue this at home.”

your face flushes even deeper.

unbeknownst to you, the first years had fallen silent, observing how gojo whispered in your ear, successfully turning you into a flustered mess. perhaps they should give more credit to their sensei.

notes. not proof read (oh no). this was just a random scenario that has been plaguing my mind during halloweekend so i typed it on my phone at a party LOL this is me desperately trying to get out of my writing slump