Just Something Silly About Jayce Growing A Mustache

sukuna is this bad boy womanizer that claims that he'll never settle down, and then you happen and BAM. he's in your shared kitchen, heating up a bottle for your baby so you can get a bath and a glass of wine

he's like. wait how the fuck did THIS happen?

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scammers to lovers speedrun

obsessed with sukuna who’s inexplicably fascinated by the way you sleep. <𝟑

he does watch you from time to time but you never realize it. not in a creepy way, but more in a curious one. he mostly wonders why you seem to feel so relaxed in his presence, considering he strikes fear into the soul of anyone he comes upon— but not you. there’s something about you. something deeply annoying.

you’re cutely tucked between his sheets, a little drool dripping from your lips to the pillow. you’re completely relaxed, one naked leg sticks out of the covers while the sound of gentle little snores grace sukuna’s ears. defenseless and completely at his mercy but he finds nothing better to do than to stare.

he hasn’t touched you nor does he wish to disturb your sleep. it’s almost a whine of disgust that escapes his lips when you turn in your sleep and snuggle the pillow which smells just like him. you’re so insufferably adorable. sukuna’s fascinated by the way your rested cheek against the pillow makes your lips puffier and the way your breath follows a particularly peaceful rhythm in unison with the movement of your chest.

little did you know, he’s been staring for hours. watching you unintentionally scratch your hair or tighten your grip around the pillow you’ve been hugging tightly against your chest. your hair’s a mess but it flows beautifully with the messy covers of sukuna’s bed and your mouth opens when you’ve finally reached a deeper state of sleep. he has watched every single one of your movements carefully and still cannot pinpoint the reason why he cannot stop staring.

maybe it’s the fact that you’ve confidently assured him hours prior that you’d never sleep in the company of someone like him. failing miserably when the softness of the sheets overcame your stubbornness. or maybe it’s the way you’ve tried reaching for him even through the night. he had every intention not to allow you to touch him, but the time finally came when he was asleep and your hand found its place on his chest, following the breathing of his burning heart.

remembering how careless you both were disgust him. allowing you to touch him is one thing— because, yes, he allowed you, but to occupy his every thought every since you met him is infuriating. he couldn't even catch a break when you were sleeping. there’s a reason why he felt the need to stay and, of course, he’d refuse to ever admit that he had gone soft on you.

no.

he wants you to be terrified of him. he wants you to fear his name and worship the ground he walks on. he wants to feed on your tears and delight himself on your cries.

does he, though?

"’kuna.."

here it is again. you’re mumbling his name in your sleep and it takes every fibre of his being not to shut you up. an irritation. an itch in his plan. that’s what you were. a nuisance he needed to take care of. his hand moves on its own towards your neck, pointy nails ready to tear your skin apart but seems to stop just over your jaw. an hesitant groan almost wakes you up before you’re lulled back to sleep with long digits simply grazing your cheek.

"shut it, woman."

and before you know it, he’s caging you in his arms, breathing pattern slowly synching with yours while his other hands cover both of your bodies under the warm blankets of his comfortable bed. he won’t let you go until he’s rested and the king of curses does need a exaggerated amount of sleep with you snuggled against his chest.

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or just overall go around assigning godly parents to random strangers in your head depending on what their vibe is

do you ever look at someone and go like “yep, that’s definitely a child of hermes”

You know what always messes me up emotionally with satosugu???

The fucking Toji and Geto fight where Geto realises Gojo is dead.

Like the soundtrack is incredible for Hidden Inventory but we do NOT talk about this scene enough?!? About that INSANELY beautiful part in "With Rage" which just feels like the perfect representation of Geto's breakdown and anger in song.

Like THE RAGE.

I remember watching this and like legit sobbing because hes so reserved but here he loses it and doesn't hold back and even then he realises it's just not enough. He's not enough. Riko died in front of him, he thinks Gojo is dead and then he loses to Toji and finds out Gojo survived but he's not right, he's changed. Like the Gojo pre and post that is very different.

Like we talk about Gojo feeling like Geto died a long time before he had to kill him but do you ever think Geto felt like Gojo had already died to him too? That it didn't matter that Gojo had come back because to Geto he lost everything that day and knew he would never be able to get it back.

Turn to ball to avoid responsibility

NOTE : My Sony Vegas rendering makes everything whiter/brighter

obsessed with the idea of barty’s animagus being a raccoon

new guy in the Express

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adding more to the whimsy