#sohh

[holistichoochie]

Oh, the peace in solitude 😌

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[gisclle]

reprime una risita que desea salir de sus labios y opta por una postura más seria ' ¡oh, vamos! fíjate, esto funciona como un esquema piramidal, tenemos a nuestro líder ' comienza ' o bueno teníamos porque... ' deja frase en el aire y pasa su dedo índice por su cuello haciendo una señal de fallecimiento ' pero nuestro líder reclutó a más personas y esas personas a otras personas y así sucesivamente ' burla, eso acompañaba sus palabras ' entonces ahora yo debo reclutarte a ti y tú debes reclutar a otros... ' diestra se mueve al ritmo de sus palabras ' y así verás la ganancia en forma de fé ' concluye. escucha la siguiente pregunta y asiente ' supongo que sí, no pueden dejar la vacante sin ocupar por mucho tiempo... se acumulará el trabajo ' porque suponía que él hacía algo y que alguien más debía hacerlo ahora. ' somos dos ' responde sobre la conciencia tranquila, su atención esa noche estaba puesta en los vinos antes de ser interrumpida por fatídico evento ' pero te daré la razón, su alma en pena debe estar haciendo cosas más importantes '. cuando él le da la señal para comenzar a caminar giselle emprende camino sin pensarlo demasiado y se ríe ante el último comentario ' el miedo es el camino hacia el lado oscuro. el miedo lleva a la ira, la ira lleva al odio, el odio lleva al sufrimiento. percibo mucho miedo en ti ' bromea diciendo aquella frase de star wars y arruga un poco la nariz ' ¿champagne, entonces? ' cuestiona finalmente.

tardó algunos segundos en reconocerla, o en preguntarse si lo hacía... ¿cómo era su nombre? como fuera, por lo menos no parecía estar ofendida. una suerte. ‘ woah, no quieras arrastrarme contigo hacia tus propias prácticas ’ la molestó en respuesta, observándola con la curiosidad propia de su análisis interno: ¿sería ella una de las acusadas de pertenecer a una secta? ‘ apuesto a que ya están pensando en cómo o quién lo va a reemplazar. porque va a necesitar un reemplazo, ¿no? ’ alguien que haga... lo que fuese que hacía él. ‘ estoy seguro de que tiene cosas más importantes que hacer. vengarse de su homicida, por ejemplo. y por lo menos en ese aspecto, tengo la consciencia tranquila ’ sonrió, aunque todavía con la cautela de no demostrarse demasiado entusiasmado. ‘ por favor, guía el camino ’ la invitó, con un educado gesto de su mano. no desaprovecharía la oportunidad de desaparecer de la vista de su abuelo. ‘ no sé si quiero beber whisky, de todas formas. menos aún si corro el riesgo de que mi compañía intente convencerme de unirme a una secta ’ bromeó.

[jekisatsu]

The man, the king, the DIVA. CRUEL KING!!! I gave him a redesign sohhe can look more kingy

[kenziebluex]

The Broken Heart That Makes Us

Semi short chapter..but updating again on "Friday" ☺️

Story Description: 

Your arranged marriage is on its last legs. After making an agreement with your step son, Megumi, you are puzzled when you are faced with finally making a decision.

Your whole life so far has been planned for you, leading you to struggle with the idea of moving on and finding something stable…someone stable.  

Will you finally be able to let go of the life that was made for you? Will there be others out there willing to pick up the pieces?

(18+) Pairings: Toji, Gojo, Geto, Nanami, & Choso.

Read on ao3: TBHTMU

Chapter 5:

A few months passed after you started dating Gojo. It seemed like he always had a fresh surprise every time you went to see him. After that night with the loan shark,  Gojo kept insisting that you and Megumi should stay with him until everything was sorted out. But, you declined. Abandoning a new place you took so long to secure and messing up Megumi’s stable life was not something you wanted to do. Besides, leaving all your problems to a man you just started seeing was not a step you were willing to take. Gojo warned you that the man would come back and set up a security system with a ring camera to protect you. 

He was right.

The loan shark did come back the next week and with more company. But Gojo caught wind of it and took care of everything. The men were right outside your door before you came home with Megumi from school. The ring camera reported them knocking at your door. The feed glitched and the surveillance was down for no more than 5 minutes. When it came back up, the men were gone and you haven’t heard from them since. Gojo had sent a message to you afterwards stating…

:Get home safe <3

You figured that there are many things better left unsaid.

But what was more promising was how much Megumi improved. He started taking private lessons and was preparing to test for a higher level soon. You adored  when he was excited to demonstrate a new technique that he learned. You wanted to believe that everything was finally falling into place but that growing pit of uncertainty still swelled in your stomach. 

You can admit that there was never a dull moment with Gojo and he never fails to melt your icy walled exterior. But lately, it feels stagnant…or rather one sided; romantically and sexually. You wanted to learn more and to give him time to open up to you. But even after all the months you spent with him, you haven’t learned much more since the first date. It was frustrating and sexually frustrating. He was a demon with his hands and tongue and the strained groans from his mouth always drove you wild but…is foreplay all that he wants from you?

You tried plenty of times to get him to move forward but most of the time it ends in a forehead kiss and an exhausted cuddle. And you don’t want to just outright say-

‘Don’t you want to fuck me?!’

Semi-afraid of what the response would be. You’ve touched, stroked and sucked him off at least a hundred times and you’re sure it would fit with the right preparation. But all of the times where he softly rejected it stung and you felt your insecurities building up one by one. 

Pillowy lips kissed your temple  and snapped you out of your trance. Your body jerked at Gojo’s peck. Your hands were interlocked while you two strolled through the bustling city square. You locked eyes with him while he straightened his back, realigning himself.

“You’re gonna combust from thinking so hard. Let me see if I can guess what’s on your mind.” Gojo tapped his bottom and pondered for a beat. You tightened your lips into a pout waiting for what nonsense he has for you today. 

“Ah yes…I would still love you if you were a worm.” He sang and used his free hand to pinch at your cheek and tugged on it teasingly. You rolled your eyes.

“Yer sohh yameee (lame)” You whined. Gojo released your cheek to cover his mouth, housing a hearty laugh. He stopped to pull you into a deep kiss in the middle of the sidewalk. The kiss was long and you could feel the passion building between the two of you. But your earlier thoughts crept up on you and your passion quickly dissipated. 

You parted first and Gojo stared down at you in a lustful trance. He gave a gentle squeeze of your hand before continuing your stroll. He didn’t seem bothered by the fact that you cut the kiss short. 

Suddenly, your eyes caught something familiar. There was a notice on the road that leads to your home. 

Season 3 of That Time I Fell In Love With My Mafia Boss’s Brother is filming soon. Please prepare to take a detour route during these dates…

“Oh…my…FUCKING GOD! OH MY GOD OH GOD!! They are filming HERE?!? I thought they were out of the country but they-.” Your favorite trashy tv drama was not only greenlit for a season 3 but filming right around the corner from your house! This show, although wildly unrealistic, hit home for you and helped to heal some of the wounds from your divorce. You were too busy dancing, jumping and clapping to notice that you let go of Gojo’s hand.  

You whipped your body towards him, searching for his reaction. Gojo stood with an amused smirk on his face and crossed arms.

“No please. Don’t stop on my account.” He threw his arms up. You took him and pulled him by his arm excitedly to get a closer read of the notice. He followed you lazily.

“I absolutely love the lead actress in this. Everything she acts in goes triple platinum in my household. Instant replay!” You beamed. You approached the notice that was plastered firm on the brick wall. You traced the small print with your index finger and read it out loud. 

“Join the cast and crew Friday night for a welcoming party at CTV Nightclub. Fans are invited for pictures and signing. First come, first served! Hit tv show directed by Yu Haibara and produced by Suguru Geto introduces action meets romance in a thriller-ack!” 

Before you could finish reciting the words on the poster. Gojo snaked his arm around your shoulders and dragged you away from the poster. He kept his arm around you and guided your steps forward, preventing you from turning around. His hand on your shoulder was tight and you looked up to see his once bright blue eyes were shadowed by his pale locks. 

“Garbage tv rots your brain.” Gojo mumbled, still holding you close. 

“But babe… I HAVE to go to this welcoming party. I’ll never know if I get the opportunity to see her again. You’re …coming with me right?” You batted your lashes. Granted, most of the time it didn’t work but you were going to get your fave actress to sign your poster so you could preserve it for future generations. Plus, you wanted to share this moment with him. You thought maybe if you shared a part of yourself with him, he would want to open up more. 

Gojo’s eyebrows furrowed. He loosened his grip around your arm and scratched the back of his head, seemingly frustrated. 

“Friday night…I have an instructors meeting. I might be late.” Gojo explained with an awkward smile. You nodded reassuringly. 

“I’ll wait for you there.” You took his hand and folded it in yours to bring his knuckles to your lips. “I really want you there with me.” 

A small tint of red appeared on his cheeks and he curled his fingers around your hand to bring to his lips.

“I’m whipped for you. You know that? I’ll go, your majesty.” He chuckled into your knuckles before planting another kiss on your wrist and then another on your jawline. You continued down the sidewalk with a new pep in your step. Gojo started going on about his colleagues at the dojo. You took one more glance behind you where the notice was, dreaming of what Friday will bring.

It seems that the notice had garnered the attention of another person. A man, tall, long black hair that cascaded down his shoulders and brushed his back. Black piercings. Sporting casual wear and black sunglasses. He loitered close while reading the fine print at the bottom of the notice. He paused and he looked towards you. He took his sunglasses off to get a better look at you as his feline slit eyes pierced yours. 

An entertained smile painted his lips and you quickly turned your head away startled. Gojo didn’t notice so you tried your hardest to push the image of that man out of your memory.

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Today’s mission: seduce your man. The meet and greet is at a nightclub and you’ve been dying to wear the new dress you bought from Revolve. It’s an emerald green mesh wrap around dress that crossed into an X over your chest and held up in a halter around your neck. The dresses had a high slit that barely graced the top of your thigh. You wore gold bangles on each wrist with matching gold sandal heels. 

The dress was perfect for highlighting your hips and legs and you made sure to oil them up to look moisturized and shiny. You let your hair fall behind you as you fanned the glue on your long false lashes. 

You stepped out of your room and into the kitchen to grab your car keys from the counter.

“*Click*” You turned to see Megumi holding up his phone. You struck a pose and he clicked another photo before shoving his phone into his pocket.

“Don’t forget curfew and don’t drink. If you do, call an Uber home.” He nagged and you shook your head. You thought to yourself that you should probably be teaching him how to drive soon. 

“I may not come back home tonight. And if I do-…” you huffed and Megumi crossed his arms and nodded his head.

“I’ll make sure to heat up the pizza, open a fresh box of tissues and get ‘Me Before You’ on.” He says and you dig your hand into his spiky hair to make a mess of it. It occurred to you that he might be going through a massive growth spurt. Two years ago you were still able to look down when talking to him but now, he’s passing your height while you’re in heels. You felt your heart strings tug a little bit and you blinked the tears away. 

You  clicked your heels towards the door and told Megumi a set of things to do while you're out such as: locking the door, checking the security camera and by no means opening the door for anyone. Megumi nodded lazily hearing the usual nightly checklist. 

“Have a nice night, mom. I love you.” 

“I love you too, Meg.”

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As you thought, there was already a line out the door to CTV nightclub by the time you arrived (even though you are 30 minutes early). You braced the wait and headed to the back of the line, vowing to save a place for when Gojo arrives. 

An hour goes by while you’re waiting in line and you can see the bouncer in sight. The entire time, you kept opening your  phone for any missed calls or text messages. Gojo said he would be late. You reassured yourself until you finally got a call.

Incoming call: Mr Blue Sky 

“Hey babe! I’m up near the door.” You spoke with the phone up to your ear, stretching your neck to see if you can spot his motorcycle parked anywhere. He took too long to respond and you called over the phone to him again.

“I don’t think I can make it work.” He responded hesitantly. Talking  over the phone makes it hard to read his expression. You felt your heart sink a little. You figured he probably couldn’t get out of the meeting and didn’t want you to wait for him. You expelled a disappointed sigh. 

“No, I get it. It was too last minute anyway. I can still swing by yours when I’m done.” You tried to brave through the disappointment but it was too late. Warm tears sprinkled in your eyes. He took another long pause. Something that wasn’t like him. Generally, he liked to fill up the awkward silence with his voice but he didn’t try to bother this time.

“I meant…I mean that I don’t think I can make us work. I’m sorry.” you heard his voice crack. The tears in your eyes started rolling down your cheeks. The insecurities that’s been building a monster within you finally awakened and your chest tightened. You deluded yourself into thinking you misheard. 

“What are you trying to say to me right now?!” Your voice raised. The tears won’t stop flowing and you swore your head was spinning so bad it might twist off. You felt your body lose strength as you held the wall to maintain your balance. After a few seconds, he hung up on you. 

You started dialing his number over and over again. The first two times it rang and then it went to voicemail. The next 3 times it went straight to voicemail. He blocked you. You felt your mind stuck between staying in line and getting the autograph you came for, going home and crying yourself to unconsciousness or driving to his place and knocking his door down until the cops show up. 

You decided that the last two could wait so you stayed in line. But that didn’t stop you from calling every contact you had for him.

Sorry for the angst... updating Friday who's ready for the next guy???

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-kenzie & des

[mr-dark-1amao]

Paimon: ... What do you think you are doing? Lumine: snff- No - Nothing... Paimon: Do you know Paimon saw you screwing up your Windblade right? Even Paimon almost got caught.

Lumine: S-Sohh... So? Paimon: Paimon knows you are sick, but you still trying to hide it, stop stifle them. Lumine: NgshT!! We- Well, is not only for that. I - IHhEhh - snff- I don't want to ma-aHEhhhh... Paimon: If your intention is not make another mess like the last one, maybe you shouldn't use your elemental skills for now. Meanwhile you don't, then you can let them go, like Paimon does. So what do you think? Lumine: En'GKuSHhu!! Heh- EN'GKuSHhuww!! Paimon: Better!

She doesn't know that Lumine just lost these two, but will take her advice on consideration.

This drawing is a continuation from the artwork I commissioned @hachiibun, click to see it, you won't regret!

[ask-steven-stevenson]

“Oh. Hm. Well, what places did you have in mind? I may be picky but when you mention a new place I will be able to tell if we should ever go. If that makes sense..”

HEY. your son has appeared right in front of you. he looks exhausted and hes rubbing his head

hey dad. can we talk?

//@the-flys-buzz

“Oh.! Hello. Firstly, a few things. One, of course we can talk. Though, are you alright? Do you feel sick? I can get you some things to help! Yet, if that's not the case, What's up..?"

[awe. He’s smiling chat!! He looks happy to see his kid!!!!]

[kawaiibarty]

ONE OF THE CHAVS IN MY SCHOOL ARE ON A FUCKING WEEKEND HOLIDAY TO YOU WTF

anwyaysbfelt like informimg you

BUT WHATHXJSJDHSJW

sohh

huh???? is he in south africa?

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

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[zerobaseonepics]

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[olettebobow]

So, soHH Springbonnie design inspired those old vintage dolls! with silly and mischievous faces mwagahaha

[holistichoochie]

🤧😭

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[steppingstone1]

WOW, 😮👀 Sohh many Strawberries! 😋😋

[voguecovers]

Vogue Korea, April 2025

South Korean singer Jisoo, photographer Wontae Go, head of content Shin Kwang-ho, fashion director Eunyoung Sohh, styling Jayoung Choi ❛ Jisoo wear Dior

[broke-on-books]

OMG NO I FORGOT ABT SOHHS

[rodgersodimba]

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[girlfag-sael]

NOTHING AT ALL

LIKE HE SOGN NOTHING AT ALL BY THE CRANE WIVES

THATD SOHH

why is it when people ask me what i want as a gift i immediately become someone who enjoys nothing at all and has never wanted anything a day in their life.