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chinchilla-clown · 1 month
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When you think Sun is winking at you but no his eye is just busted :-(
(I was thinking "huh i copy paste the dca's face a lot :-/" so WHY NOT incorporate that in universe with a comic!! The facial changes are subtle but it makes sense this way idk. I'll be drawing them a bunch anyway and I'm a sucker for asymmetry. Next one will be Moon talking abt their eyes too)
Bonus:
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Biblically accurate DCA enjoyers rise up <3
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karoochui · 6 months
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Arc 2 shenanigans. Idk!! Im just kinda tossing around ideas
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seungbinbin · 6 months
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bf!skz random texts: sassy man apocalypse edition
warnings: curse words, sassy men 💔, the term ‘girl’ is used once (for seungmin’s !) but not intended to be gendered !
a/n: heyyyy…heyy…how y’all doing…😁 so sorry i decided to not post in two decades but here y’all go ! i keep seeing these slideshows on tiktok so i thought i could make some skz-ified texts lol lmk what y’all think !
chan & lee know —✮⋆˙
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changbin & hyunjin —✮⋆˙
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han & felix —✮⋆˙
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seungmin and jeongin —✮⋆˙
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drakestoes · 25 days
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Y’all know those two faces Drew always pulls? Bye.
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velvetwilde · 1 month
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He will always be my akward little baby <3
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emmyrosee · 1 month
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Hi!! Can you please please please write something with weird reader x akaashi? Have a lovely day ♡
Keiji smirks as two arms snake around his neck and gently pull him close, your lips pressing to his head, then ears, where you playfully bite the lobe gently.
“I want to gnaw on your bones,” you whisper into his ear.
“Yeah?” He asks, dog earring his page before closing the book and setting it to the side. He spins in his seat to face you. “You’re feeling that intense about your affection?”
“Of course.” You round the couch and make a move to plop on his lap; his arms instinctively wrap around you, and his lips press a kiss to your temple. “You’re just so pretty today, Keiji. Pretty everyday.”
“Thank you, baby,” he coos, his kissing moving down your cheek then jawline. You mewl and squeeze him, smushing his face against you. “Ow.”
“Sorry. Had to be done.”
“You had to squish me?”
“Yes,” you purr, pressing kisses to his cheeks as compensation for hurting him. Your hand comes up to grip his cheeks, pursing his lips out for you to kiss. “Mwah.”
“Mwah,” he returns.
“Mwah!”
“Mwah.”
“I’m gonna bite you.”
“Please don’t-“ his words are cut off as you bite the squish of his lips, not hard enough to make him wince but enough to playfully bite. “Thank you for being gentle with your feral behavior.”
“You’re welcome.” You plant one more kiss to his lips before hiding your face in his neck, letting the scent of his warm skin lull you to a state of relaxation. “Love you, Keiji.”
“I love you too, baby.”
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seiwas · 8 months
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₊˚⊹。 see me through the morning glow | gojo satoru
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wc: 1.0k summary: you and gojo have a slow morning.  contains: f!reader in mind, suggestive if you squint, food descriptions. a/n: unedited, i honestly dk what this is i just really needed to get this out of my system! this is how i cope with 236.
re-uploaded because i accidentally deleted!
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You slip out of bed faced with the promise of sunlight. 
The curtains in your bedroom radiate a glow that bounces off the man lying next to you; it’s soft, near-white, almost ethereal, the color of his skin, hair, and bones. His back is exposed, arm reaching out over the (now) empty space beside him—the crinkles and folds where you once were. 
You’ve always thought your bedroom had good lighting, and now you can confirm why: in the shadows, deepening the line that runs down his spine; in the highlights, guiding your eyes to the pockets of muscle behind his shoulders. 
You look away, trying your best not to stare; the only reason he’s undressed is because of a cold sweat, from the nightmares—and the very need for skin-to-skin, to ground him in your touch. 
On mornings like this, you let Gojo sleep in. 
(Because you’re lucky if he can fall back asleep again). 
It’s slow today—no work, no missions that need you or him. It’s your favorite kind of day, and Gojo’s too (once he wakes up and smells the waffles you’ve prepared, double topped with whipped cream and maple syrup—his special, of course). 
A steady stream of warmth flows through the window to your kitchen countertop, the marble glimmering as light hits. The material was his choice; you don’t care much for glamor but Gojo likes pretty things—you especially, he likes to say. 
The batter is quick to prepare, a recipe you’ve done many times before, so you ladle it into the waffle maker before letting it set on its own. Then, you grab a pan to heat up, spooning in last night’s leftover rice, some soy sauce, and mirin, adding salt to taste, as needed. A standard fried rice breakfast, with a yolk to mix in later. 
The sound of his footsteps are concealed by the sizzles of the pan in front of you, but you’re caught off guard by arms wrapped around your waist, and his chin nestling itself into your shoulder as he nuzzles you. 
He’s still shirtless, you notice, so you inch backwards in case of any oil spatter. 
“Good sleep?” you mumble, certain that he heard you. 
He hums, before whispering, lips tickling the edges of your ear on purpose, pouting, “Not anymore when you left.” 
This man—a giant baby, puffed cheeks with long limbs hunched over you. 
Your big baby. 
Despite his whines, he’s telling the truth, you know, and you feel warm because of it, affection seeping in the cracks between his arms and the kitchen stove. 
You blow on a spoonful of rice before lifting it up to his lips. Gojo’s breakfasts are always sweet, but every time you cook, he looks forward to this: waiting right behind you to be fed over your shoulder.
His review will always be the same, of course, everything you touch turns out good. 
He reaches for the waffle maker with one hand while the other keeps you close, and you plate his little breakfast for him, whipped cream with little hearts drawn in maple syrup. 
You grab a bowl for your rice and sit by the counter, Gojo sitting thigh-to-thigh beside you despite the abundance of space around you. 
You realize then, that Gojo tends to hover. 
Not necessarily in a bad way, just that, he does it all the time—always wanting to be near.  
And for someone so perceiving, practically all-seeing, he doesn’t really have to for him to know what you’re up to, but with every opportunity he has, he never misses a moment to be close to you.
When you wash the dishes by the sink, he stays beside you, shoulder-to-shoulder, even when the sink is wide enough to accommodate him a few inches farther. 
Even the walk to the bathroom has him tailing you, following your footsteps as he traces the footprints of slow mornings with you. 
Your bathroom counter has two sinks, but of course, today, he chooses to stay by yours. 
“Skincare?” you raise a tub of face mask. 
He doesn’t need it, but you love pampering him, so he nods, whatever you want. 
You struggle for a bit (he’s just too tall), so he picks you up by the waist and rests you on the bathroom counter, against the mirror.
He stays in the space between your legs, hands flat against your thighs. His thumb kneads your skin gently, and any other time, this position would end very differently, but there’s a look he’s giving you—all words without speaking. 
And—
“Quit staring,” you mumble, turning shy. You’re about to rub the product onto his cheeks, under his eyes. 
“What, I can’t look at you?” he moves closer, keeping his eyes locked on you as he rubs circles on your thighs. 
“No, you can, but,” you swallow, “you’re looking at me like that.”
“Like what?” his brows furrow. 
“Like that.” you sigh, gesturing to his face. 
“Like I love you?” 
And it is like that. Like he loves you. That’s why he says it so casually. 
Because he does. 
You stay quiet, stunned, before you clear your throat and finish up the final area on his face. 
“Yeah.” you mumble, reaching over to wash your hands on the sink. 
Gojo waits for you to finish before he takes a small towel to dry your hands with it. 
“As if you don’t know.” he scoffs, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter. 
He’s right—it’s been said before, but there’s something else in his eyes right now, shiny and devoted, as if this is all he could ever want. As if you, on this slow morning, in this too-big bathroom is all he could ever need. 
But he doesn’t say anything. At least, not what he really means. 
“Not my fault you’re so pretty today,” he adds on, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
It should be funny, that he’s telling you all this with a mask slathered all over his face, but his compliments always speak to the depths of you, even when you don’t expect them to. 
His fingers mold against your cheek, to your ears, down to the back of your head, bringing you closer until he kisses you softly, a gentle peck. 
Bits of the face mask transfer to your nose and you giggle, wiping it off. 
“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, they say.” you joke.
Gojo smiles, that look on his face, “Good for you then, you’re the only one I see.”
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re-uploaded because i accidentally deleted!
comments, tags, and reblogs are greatly appreciated ♡
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myeagleexpert · 3 months
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A story about the director and Grim, who are very close friends <3
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Translation from fan to fan, all credits go to the appropriate artist, see the source in the pin below:https://br.pinterest.com/pin/902690319055568233/
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Who else wants to see Grim's final form? but…. What cost would this have?
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xitsensunmoon · 3 months
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Would you love the softer me?
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rosemarysweets · 11 months
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SLEUTH JESTERS
I read sleuth jesters while I was away from home and i ended up adoring it and then going "im gonna make a simple fanart" and ended up learning how to tween LMAOOO
Anyways this is a gift for @sunnys-aesthetic, creator of the Detective Au and @naffeclipse, the amazing writer behind Sleuth Jester on AO3!
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ghostfacd · 6 months
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✸ tom blyth x actress!reader au
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𓆩♡𓆪 yn avocot 𓆩♡𓆪
balleona laurent in the ballad of songbirds and snakes
𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 social media posts (in order starting from the beginning of their relationship)
intro: live, laugh, scream!
: ̗̀➛ mr. and ms. snow
: ̗̀➛ disgustingly inlove
: ̗̀➛ in a world full of boys, he’s a gentleman
: ̗̀➛ you put the ballad in the ballad of songbirds and snakes
: ̗̀➛ I’d be the man!
: ̗̀➛ all because i liked a boy | yes i know that he’s my ex (part 2)
𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 small fics (in order)
: ̗̀➛ you can let go now !
: ̗̀➛ sassy men do it better!
: ̗̀➛ i’m a jealous, jealous, jealous, boy.
: ̗̀➛ wired autocomplete
: ̗̀➛ she was like a shot of espresso
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sourlemonadez · 5 months
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cake batter goes boom and then splat
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karoochui · 6 months
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Doodles i did between brainstorming
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kandavers · 10 months
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wally comforting y/n after they've had a nightmare
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For this I have a few things to say 😳
1) They sleep together (obviously) (even Before marriage?!? 😱😱)
2) I looked up ‘girly pyjamas’ to put Y/N in because I think they would look Very Nice in them and they are Comfy! Also I think I’ve been portraying Y/N leaning a bit on the masc side a lot so I wanted to give them a more femme side at times ^^
3) Yes, Wally’s pyjamas were inspired by @/elviraaxen ‘s pyjama post teehee!
4) I just think its a very Wally Thing to only have his Sleep Mask off when Y/N takes it off for him! It’s not because he can’t do it himself (like getting up after falling), but he’s a bit Pampered! <3
That is all. I hope you have a good night’s sleep! ^^
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semisolidmind · 3 months
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Drops these thoughts in exchange for absolutely mauling your art.
Saved catnap would be down right horrifying to encounter in the woods-
If your just going for a quick walk, I think he’d just stalk you, ensuring you never get close to Angel’s property.
If you’re there for other reasons……well….CatNap has been debating making a new shire for Angel….(much to everyone else’s dismay and horror…)
And if the person sneaking onto the property has features resembling Angel (hair, eyes, clothing, etc), it gets a little…..off putting to into the barn….
(Also the image of CatNap just licking poor Angel while they’re sleeping beside him is so strong. Even more if he’s doing it to annoy DogDay and rub his scent on angel. Gotta lay your claim to your savior somehow!)
(oh god...catnap barn shrine.... consists of some stolen shirts, a comb, perhaps a throw blanket and some pillows, a picture (with anyone other than y/n scratched out) stolen from the mantle, a spare hairtie or two...anything catnap can get his paws on while the others are distracted or out of the house)
and the idea of catnap occasionally "borrowing" his savior has been on my mind. like, he'll get just close enough to them, quietly from behind, to subtly breath a little red smoke on them. just enough to knock them out. then he'll gently carry them up to his nest in the barns' hayloft. he just wants to hold them, but knows y/n doesn't trust him enough to really let him close.
he spends that time where they're knocked out nuzzling them and purring up a storm. he knows the stupid dog will be breaking down his door to retrieve y/n as soon as he realizes they're gone, so....catnap makes the most of his time with them.
ive also been imagining a scene where y/n leaves dogday and the girls inside to make dinner, and goes out onto the back porch. it's dark, and they can't really see much beyond where the porch light can reach, but...they know catnap is out there. they can see the barest trace of his lanky silhouette in the trees beyond the barn.
his white pupils glow through the gloom. his heavy stare pins y/n in place.
with no better ideas, y/n sits, legs dangling over the edge of the deck. they maintain eye contact with catnap. after a beat of silence, they make the one noise no cat can resist.
pssp pssp pssp.
catnap is confused, if the perk of his ears and small tilt of his head is anything to go by.
but, he does take a slow step out of the trees, recognizing the sound as a summons. he begins to cross the yard, getting closer, never taking his eyes off of y/n. his slow stalking gait is anxiety inducing, but y/n tries to keep it together. they have a plan.
they want to get catnap more comfortable with them, with the house, to help better integrate him into their little family. perhaps a little TLC will make the stray cat more personable.
he looks ready to run despite his intimidating facade. his long tail flicks from side to side. curious, but cautious. his eyes never leave y/n.
catnap slowly gets closer and closer, eventually coming into the light. y/n always forgets how big he and dogday actually are; that sheer size is less threatening on dogday, who y/n knows won't hurt them. they're not so sure about catnap.
the massive toy looms over them in spite of his cautious, low posture.
y/n slowly raises their hands, palms upturned. an invitation.
catnap's eyes flicker to their hands for a second before returning to their face. y/n can only hope he understands what they're inviting him to do.
the feline slowly, carefully, steps forward. he sets his heavy head into y/n's palms. he begins to purr when they ever so softly begin to scratch his chin and behind his ears.
moving out of y/n's space, catnap backs away. quiet and uneasy, y/n lets him go. they know that the process of "rehabilitating" him will take time and patience. getting him used to them and the others will be a struggle. but for now, they're just happy that they could get him to accept touch at all.
he knows that the small, tentative smile on their face is...proud, perhaps. happy that he's accepted their care. despite his hesitation, he soaks in the feeling of his savior's hands on him. he can't remember the last time he'd felt a gentle touch. catnap leans into the motions, eyelids drooping a little in contentment. his white eyes remain locked on y/n's face, his pupils dilating a bit. they seem more at ease with him like this. he basks in their simple affection for several minutes, his purring the only sound; he's thoroughly enjoying the peaceful moment between the two of them.
however, a crash from inside and the raucous voices of the other toys startle him into alertness. his eyes widen, pupils shrinking back to slits and his ears lay flat against his head. he hears y/n gasp in surprise, pulling their hands back. catnap's a bit disappointed at the loss of their touch, but knows that it's better not to invite the ire of the other toys by lingering too long. the moment has passed, and he can feel y/n's unease growing again.
the large toy stalks off into the darkness. y/n waits until he's safely beyond the trees to stand and open the door. they cast one last look into the night before heading back inside to mediate whatever accident just occurred.
catnap, as standoffish as he appears, treasures the small gesture he's just received. he returns to the woods, pleased and purring to himself; thinking about the scrap of affection he's been granted from the hands of his beloved savior. he'll be sure to seek them out for more.
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velvetwilde · 2 months
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Who the fuck he think he is to be this damn hot?
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