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makeit2d · 8 months
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The realization that fizz isn't just wearing clown makeup like I thought, but his whole face is scarred and his beak thingy is the undamaged skin that was protected by the clown nose
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murdrdocs · 11 months
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Imagine being hobies gf and living with him and waking up in nothing but his shirt only to find a white girl on your couch in your clothes eating your yogurt
THIS IS RLLY GETTING ME
because you wake up with a slight pain in your lower back from hobie's sorta dingy mattress, and you're midway through stretching it out as you make your way to the kitchen, one hand rubbing the muscle as the other reaches for the yogurt you made hobie buy you last night on his way back. the fridge is open, the cold air wafting to your exposed skin, goosebumps following after onto your thighs, and your eyes squint at the empty space where you know your yogurt was last night.
you move some things around, check the counters, but it's not there. a shout of hobie's name is leaving your lips before you can stop it, but he's been asleep for long enough and waking him up for a single question wont hurt. he's a heavy sleeper, so it'll take a combination of shouts and shaking his shoulder to get his attention, which you head to the bedroom to do, but you're stopped by the figure that sits in your peripheral vision.
you jump, shoulders reaching your earlobes, breath stopping for a second, and your body turns to face the figure, seeing a blonde white girl sitting on the couch (the one you convinced hobie to like after loads of complaining about the loss of the old one), wearing your frayed sweatshirt from high school and your yoga pants, eating your yogurt.
she slides the spoon out of her mouth and waves, the silver glistening in the morning light let in by the sheer curtains. and then miraculously, hobie's awake and walking out of the bedroom, a yawn leaving his mouth and his blunt nails scratching at his back.
he looks at you, then at her, then back at you, and then he continues into the kitchen, throwing a half-assed introduction over his shoulder.
"oh yeah, babe. that's gwen. spider woman. crashing here for a bit." and before you even have time to ask a question, he's asking you one instead. one that's incredibly irrelevant.
"d'you want eggs or oats?"
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spadedicer · 4 months
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harveyyyy
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bankaizen · 1 month
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SHINJI HIRAKO
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and-bone-appetit · 12 days
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HOW DO YOU NECK?! OR EVEN BETTER HOW DO YOU SKELETON-
did this horrortale sans emotions challenge beginning of this year
Horrortale belongs to Sour-Apple-Studios
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xcherryerim · 2 months
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f4rte4t3r · 1 month
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just realised i never draw him and i felt a lil sum sum in my soul
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cryptidcorners · 1 month
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Another day. Another fucking underrated jhutch character. MAX NATION WHERE ARE YOU !!! one of my friends say he looks like Clapton but like .... sadder LOL. he's so girlie ....
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simon-pitch · 2 months
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jjk last chapter spoilers
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sugarrushsato · 11 months
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And the contents of the little glass vial give you a crippling addiction to the high of immense physical power
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fanta2y · 3 months
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Puppy Love
ahh sorry ive been meaning to post this fic for a couple days now but ive been swamped with school, but its here now !! yahoo!
i hope you guys like ittt <3
cw: slightly suggestive? and i mean SLIGHTLY
word count: 2k
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Yuuji was never scared to show his affections. Whether that be with his encouraging words, or his physical touches. He knew that his time was limited, especially with his unorthodox life choices, so showing his love to the people he loved was something that had always came easy to him. 
Until you came along. 
Everytime you entered a room his eyes immediately found yours, and just as they met he would rip them away from you. A blush almost instantly appearing on his cheeks as he stood, quickly and quietly excusing himself. 
For Kugisaki and Fushiguro, it was easy to put the pieces of the puzzle together. Having known Yuuji for quite some time now, they knew what his normal behavior was. And this? This was far from it.
But for you, you were new. Having just met these people days before, so you were convinced that you had done something to offend him, or he just simply didn’t like you. Maybe you stunk? 
Little did you know, his thoughts were the exact opposite. He thought you were gorgeous, your laugh was like music to his ears. Your voice was soothing and beautiful, he could listen to you talk for hours. But this sickly sweet feeling that raised his heartbeat and brought heat to his face was something very new to him. Something he hadn’t really experienced before. 
Sure, he had found girls attractive before, even asked a girl out to their middle school dance. But this was different, this was deeper. It coiled around his bones, squeezing his throat. Made him do things and say things he didn’t want. It was infuriating. 
He groaned into his pillow, his mind tormenting him with a replay of his embarrassing moments in front of you today. He wanted the earth to swallow him whole, or better yet just let Sukuna take over and have him kill him instead. Anything would be better than him continuing to fumble about like this any longer. 
Knowing he wasn’t going to get any sleep anytime soon, he figured he might be able to tire himself out enough to simply pass out due to exhaustion. Hoping it would shut his mind up. Yuuji stood from his bed, putting on some old tennis shoes and throwing a hoodie on. He went out of his dorm and headed for the training rooms. 
He clenched and unclenched his fists all the way there, his mind plagued with you. 
You. You. You.
You were all he ever seemed to think about these days. 
He did some quick stretching, wanting nothing more than to just start the mind-numding activity of punching something over and over and over again. Until his brain was too tired to come up with any new scenarios to torture him with. 
But of course, just as he goes to throw his first punch. He hears an all too familiar voice. 
“Itadori? What are you doing awake?” Your voice echoed off the empty gym walls. He froze, his heartbeat immediately picking up. The blush full force on his cheeks. He couldn’t get his brain and his mouth to cooperate so he just stood there, back facing you. His mouth wide open in shock, he almost wanted to laugh at his sheer luck. 
“Is everything okay?” You asked, after the silence pushed on too long. You words were coated in a thick layer of worry. While you were still sure the boy hated you, and you knew you might be pushing your luck. You didn’t just want to stand there and pretend like nothing was wrong. It was nearly 2 in the morning and here he is, training. Any one in their right mind would be a bit worried. 
“I’m fine…” He managed to choke out, He's such an idiot. What is wrong with him. Why can’t he just speak!
“If you need the training room I can go.” He muttered quickly, turning quick on his feet to walk past you. His eyes glued to the floor, walking with a newfound purpose back to his dorms. 
“No wa-..” But before you could even finish your sentence he was already gone, without even a second glance your way. The doors to the gym slammed shut. And all of a sudden it was just you alone.
You sighed, your head falling forward into your hands as you stood there. You felt embarrassed and a bit ticked. You had tried and tried to rack your brain to figure out if you had done something, anything, to make him this upset. But you realized that you hadn’t had the chance to make him upset because after you had introduced yourself to him, he had been avoiding you like the plague. 
You groaned, stretching your hands over your head. Turning on your heels to head back to your room, a new feeling of determination settling in you. You were going to get to the bottom of this even if its the last thing you do. 
The next morning you rolled out of bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. The interrupted sleep definitely did you no favors, but upon remembering last night's incident you remembered your goal.
To figure Itadori out. 
You both saw each other in class, usually sitting on opposite ends. But today, you were going to be bold. And after whispering about it to Kugisaki, who nodded fervently at your efforts. A glint in her eyes you couldn’t quite name. She sent you off to the empty desk next to his with a whisper, “Gooo…this class is boring anyways!” 
You heard her giggling behind you as you willed away the nerves. He hadn’t come in yet, he had a notorious habit for sleeping in just a little. Not enough for him to be late, but enough for him to be right on time.
He walked in, panting slightly. His hair was a bit all over the place and he was definitely wearing the hoodie he had on last night. When both of your eyes met, he quickly tore them away. Not even giving himself a chance to realize where you were in the room. The realization didn’t strick him until he had sat down and saw you were much closer than you usually were. 
But before he could move, Gojo had walked in. Declaring the start of the lecture, and the start of Yuujis slow and tortuous day. 
To say you were frustrated was an understatement. At every opportunity you had tried to get him alone to talk to him, even flat out asking him “Can I speak to you?” to which he had the audacity to respond with, “I’m actually a bit busy, maybe later?” Even though he very clearly wasn’t doing anything. 
You had sat next to him for each and every class, you even passed him a note! You had gotten yourself as his sparring partner for training, even finding yourself sitting at his, Fushiguro and Kugisaki’s table for lunch. 
Even though all the time you guys had spent together today, he had barely uttered a word to you. And didn’t even think about letting you talk to him.
You wanted to pull your hair out.
Sitting in your last class, next to him of course. You were staring him down, and he seemed the more interested in the lecture than he had ever been before. You knew he was just trying to avoid accidentally making eye contact with you. And it only boiled your blood more. 
What was this guy's issue?!
As Gojo wrapped up the last lecture of the day, an idea popped into your head. And before you could talk yourself out of it, you were reaching for Itadori's hand. Entangling it tightly within your own and leading him very quickly out of the room. You heard Kugisaki yelling some type of encouragement after you, but you didn’t pay it much mind. 
“I- what are you doing?!” Itadori asked behind you, bewildered by your sudden boldness. You didn’t give him the luxury of a response, especially since you didn’t quite know yourself. All you knew was that if he wasn’t going to talk to you of his own accord, you were going to force it out of him. 
You spotted an empty classroom, and before you could think much about it you shoved him inside. Shutting the door behind you and standing infront of it. 
He stood, shocked. His mind blank as he desperately tried to process the events of what just happened. But the warmth of your hand still on his wrist short-circuited his brain to a point where it was beyond function. On instinct, he ripped his wrist from yours as if the touch had burned him. 
“What is your problem with me?” You wanted to sound angry, you wanted to be angry. You were angry a second ago. But now, standing in front of him. You found yourself to be anything but. Your voice sounded weak, soft, sad. It made you cringe. 
This stopped him, pulled him far enough out of his own head to clear the fog of whatever he felt for you to see the situation for what it was. 
He was such an asshole.
“What do you mean? I dont-” You interrupted him with a scoff. “Oh please, you avoid me like I have some disease, you don’t look at me. You went this entire day without saying more than 2 words to me…I just, I don’t understand and look I’m sorry if I offenunmph.” 
Before you could even finish your sentence, you felt warm lips on yours. Slightly chapped, but nice. It felt nice. You reacted almost instantaneously, melting into the kiss. It was sweet, just your lips moving against eachother. 
He pulled away, panting slightly. Out of instinct you leaned forward to follow his lips, he chuckled at you. Resting his head on your forehead instead. “I’m sorry.” He whispered between the shared breaths. His eyes now seemingly to be unable to leave yours. His gaze was overwhelming, for a split second you almost wished he would go back to avoiding you. You didn’t know how much of this you could take. 
Now it was your turn to avoid his gaze, turning your head to the side. You put your hands on his chest, going to push him away from you. Your cheeks turning bright pink as the realization of what just happened settled into the air. 
You laughed forcefully, “All is forgiven! You can go now.” Speaking all too quickly, your tried again to put some distance between you and him. Cursing past you for standing against the door as you now have no place to back up from. He was so close, his hot breath fanning over your already too warm cheeks. 
Silently, he reached his hand to your chin. It felt like a spell had be broken, the shyness and avoidance you had gotten use to these past weeks disappeared as if it had never existed in the first place. 
He turned your head to face his again, “No really, I’m sorry. I’ve been an asshole.” He sounded so sincere it made you sick, his eyes finding yours again. Holding you hostage under the intense gaze. Without thinking, your eyes flicked down to his lips again, quickly looking back up to his eyes. But not quick enough for it to go unnoticed. The small smile that tugged on his lips was all the warning you got before his lips were on yours again. 
This sudden boldness had taken you by surprised, as you were pressed even further against the door. He crowded around you, hand moving from your chin to cup the back of your neck. Keeping your lips pressed against his as they melded together, lips and tongues intertwining. The kiss quickly turned heated as you forced your head back to rest against the door behind you. 
“Let me make it up to you.” 
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authors note: IDK GUYS I KINDA ATE WITH THIS :))))) i really do like the way it turned out and i hope you guys do too!!! make sure your taking care of yourselves, much love <3
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grainlord-town · 2 months
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when i
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deathianartworks · 4 months
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Big Boy™
Hello York 😳 have another Magma doodle!!
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mushtoons · 3 months
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hes so fucking silly yall can have angeldust husker alastor but he's 👇the only character that matters
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pinkishhue22 · 6 months
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Sequel to the last post... Had to draw him as well EHHEHE
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