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edsbacktattoo · 1 year

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15 Questions!

I was tagged by @xoxoemynn and @skysofrey. Thanks guys! 💕

1. Are you named after anyone?

My middle name is after my great grandmother, and I hate it. I was bullied for it a lot in high school (being gay and with short blonde hair at the time certainly didn’t help) and I don’t care much for the person it comes from either. I’m thinking about changing it, but I’m not sure what I’d change it to. Still thinking about it.

2. When was the last time you cried?

I think I cried like two days ago? I think it might have been because people were being nice to me tbh. But I cry like. A lot. It’s how I cope with The Agonies. 😌

3. Do you have kids?

Nah, and I don’t plan on having any. Not for me. :)

4. Do you use sarcasm?

Literally every day of my stupid little life.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

This is tough. I’m quite shy irl. Usually their smile! Or lack thereof. And then their ✨vibe✨

6. What’s your eye colour?

I think there’s a term for what I have, but idk what it is. They’re blue/grey around the edges and then brownish/hazel closer to the pupil. Very similar to what Rhys Darby has? I usually just say grey :)

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

I’m a scary movie slut through and through. Down to my very jellies. If you ever want a horror rec for a specific vibe, hit me up. ✌️

8. Any special talents?

Not really! Maybe sculpting? I haven’t gotten my hands on clay in years, but I was pretty good at it when I had the chance.

9. Where were you born?

In the hospital about 30 minutes away from me.

10. What are your hobbies?

Writing, drawing, video games, D&D and reading!

11. Do you have any pets?

Yes! I have a cat named Chester (we call him Chippie. Chester is his full name and is reserved for when he’s in trouble.)

None of these are my pets, but in my house we also have another cat (Bug), four dogs (Boone, Bailey, Tequila, Poppy), a goldfish (Stink), and three axolotls (Snap, Crackle and Pop).

12. What sports do you play/have played?

I have a knee condition in both knees so I don’t do sports anymore but! I used to play a lot of soccer and basketball. :)

13. How tall are you?

5’5”

14. Favourite subject in school?

English and art like the queer that I am. Yes I was friends with my teachers. SO WHAT.

15. Dream job?

hhhggahahhggg fuckkkkkk don’t ask idk what i’m fuckin doing heheiwjeiwj. Maybe a tattoo artist but also maybe a writer but also maybe an editor but i’d also LOVE to be a paranormal investigator (I do not believe in ghosts it would just be so much fun and goofy and i would be so good at it.) ask me again in 7 years 😭✌️

Time to tag my beloved angels:

@tisziny @epersonae @vampirebutterflies @snake-snack-stede @wearfinethingsalltoowell @bunnyandthejets @blakbonnet and anyone else who feels like it! No pressure forever and always 💕

#this was fun!! thanks for those sweet sweet tags guys #smooch for you. and you. and you #tagged #💕✨#about me

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roebeanstalk · 10 months

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reblog to manifest gender euphoria for the person you reblogged this from

#it'll also give you euphoria btw #however you are rn is enough and you're doing enough #you deserve to feel comfortable even when your body doesn't match your identity #smooch

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sukunasteeth · 10 days

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Stitches

Sukuna has never made you wait for him.

He was always on time, always there before you, and if circumstances arose where-in he couldn't be, you always knew an hour before. You were never left to wonder or worry.

If Sukuna says he'll be there, he's there.

So when you wake up to his cold and empty bed, after hours of waiting for him to return home from work, you want to assume the best case scenario.

He's just working late, you assure yourself when your eyes find the clock on the nightstand and it tells you that it's two o'clock in the morning. Maybe he was so entranced in whatever he was tending to that he had forgotten to call you and tell you he'd be late. It had never happened before, but there was a first time for everything.

You try not to trip over your own two feet on your way to the bathroom, ignoring the dread that immediately darkens your thoughts upon checking your phone for the hundredth time that night.

No call. No text... Did he tell you in person earlier in the day and you had simply forgotten?

What if he's hurt?

You round the corner of the hallway.

What if he's in trouble?

You're so lost in your thoughts that you don't even register seeing the bathroom light peeking out from under the door.

You push it open.

What if he's-

Standing over the sink, dripping in blood, and using a fishing line to sew up an enormous gash splitting into his side?

You're frozen in the doorway.

Faced with the unfortunate answer to the questions that had been progressively plaguing you the entirety of the night. Shock grips your throat and has a cold sweat breaking out over your skin.

You haven't seen him so roughed up since the two of you were in high school. Sukuna, always hungry for a test of strength, had often walked you home with a bloody nose or a ripped open pair of knuckles, but this would be the first time you've seen him look like he just rolled out of a fight club ring.

He's taken off his suit jacket and his usually pristine white button down has been torn to shreds. The pieces that are left of it have adhered to the deepest of his wounds, soaked in crimson. He's holding up the hem of his shirt with his teeth, glaring down at a particularly large slice in his torso as he feeds a needle into the skin and puts himself back together again. One of his eyes is swollen and there's a small cut to the side of it. You can tell that he'll have a black eye come morning. Sukuna must see you in the corner of it, because he suddenly turns to look at you. The edge of his shirt falls out of his mouth, but Sukuna doesn't seem to notice, too surprised by your presence.

The two of you take each other in. Silently appraising the situation.

Before you can react, his surprise is already morphing into a resigned, disappointed sigh.

"Aw shit."

"What the HELL?!" You don't recognize the voice that escapes you in your panic. Raspy from the sleep still coating your throat, disjointed as your tonsils remember themselves and yet forget how to operate in your shock. You're across the room in a flash, nearly tripping headfirst into him in your haste. "What happened?! Y-You're hurt. Why are you hurt? Jesus, that looks so bad- oh my god. 'Kuna-"

"Shhh," He's hushing you. You're close enough for him to reach out with his free hand and pull you even closer, he doesn't seem to notice the streak of fresh blood he leaves behind on your wrist. "It's not as bad as it looks."

"You're covered in blood!" You whisper in horror, you search his eyes for even an ounce of alarm, and find only his usual nonchalance lounging there. As though this was nothing out of the ordinary.

He even looks down at himself like he wants to refute you, but when he picks up the collar of his shirt, finding the shredded pieces of what remained of it, he seems to think better.

"Little bastards didn't do half bad, actually." He mutters to himself. He almost sounds... impressed. "Any deeper and it could have really been a pain in my ass."

"What happened?" You ask again, desperate.

"Just some kids waiting outside of the office." He rubs at the back of his head, and you notice another small cut there over a raised bump that seems to be swelling at the base of his skull. It must be tender, because he grimaces when he grazes it. You do too, just from watching him. "Trying to make some pocket money off of me and Uraume. They should have at least waited until we were both alone." When he pulls his hand away from his head, there's fresh blood glistening on his fingertips. He sucks his teeth. "Amateurs."

You take a deep, steadying breath- willing your heartbeat to slow.

You were the one who decided to fall for a man constantly looking for a good fight. At this point, you had only yourself to be disappointed with.

Without another word you turn your back to him and head straight for the shower. You needed him to wash off. You wouldn't be able to tell which parts of him needed attention in the mess that was currently coating his skin and you were already preparing mentally to tend to him. You spin the dial to ‘hot’ and turn back to him, trying your best to glare. You didn't think it was working very well. Especially because he's smiling softly at you.

"Get in." You command, pointing to the tub.

Sukuna scoffs softly, turning back to his needle and fishing line.

"It's fine.” He brushes you off. “I'm just going to rinse the cuts as I go-"

"Sukuna." You don't mean for it to come out as demanding as it does. Sukuna was hurt. You wanted to be gentle with him, but you can't help how overwhelmed you are at the sight of him battered to such a degree.

He slowly lifts his head like he was giving you time to think about the way you had just spoken to him before he meets your eyes again. You're too roused to take it back. "Get. In."

You can tell in his momentary silence that he doesn't recognize this shade of frustration on you. He's watching you like he's trying to take in every detail of it. Engrave it into his brain. Part of you is reminded in that moment that it wasn't Sukuna's anger you were in risk of pushing, but rather his excitement.

He folds up the fishing line and loops it around the sewing needle, placing it onto the counter without turning to look at it.

Your unrelenting stance falters a bit as he crosses the room after you, unbuttoning his dress shirt as he goes. His eyes never leave yours, testing your will.

When he makes it to you, he's brimming with pride. His belt clinks when he unloops the first notch.

"Yes ma'am." He purrs.

...

An hour later, he's as clean as he can be and sitting on the closed lid of the toilet seat. You're perched in his lap, having already finished stitching shut the larger wounds that needed it. Now you're down to the last small cut left, which is on his cheek. It didn't require much attention, it was a tiny graze compared to the rest of the gashes you had tended to.

You can feel Sukuna watching you with a smitten little smile, like you had just spent the past hour silently telling him how much you adored him with your gentle but stern touches.

It ticks you off.

"Stop looking at me like that." You mutter, pressing the last of the steri-strips against his skin.

He doesn't even pretend to stop. You refuse to meet his gaze as you do a final examination of your handiwork. Finally, with him properly patched up and without a single drop of fresh blood in sight, the pain in your heart eases. He was okay.

"...Why didn't you have Uraume help you with this before you came home?" You pretend to reassess one of the gauze strips on his bicep, but it's really just an excuse to nervously pick at the cotton while you're underneath his gaze.

There were plenty of people at the office who knew how to deal with wounds to this severity, professional medics that could have sewed him up twice as fast and sent him home just as clean as when he had arrived. So why did he wait so long for help?

Sukuna hums and his bandaged knuckles glide up and down the outsides of your thighs. "Maybe I like watching you play nurse."

"Kuna~" You groan hopelessly, letting your head thunk against his shoulder. "Quit teasing. I'm mad at you." You announce.

It only serves to widen his grin, which you can feel pressed against your hair as he kisses your forehead.

"But you're so cute when you want to be mad at me." He mocks your tone of voice and chuckles when you press your thumb into the bandage on his bicep in an attempt to punish him-just a bit.

Quickly, he snatches your hand, locking the both of your fingers together and gently nudging your head with his own. Silently asking you to look up again.

You're trying your best to pout at him, but you're surprised to see softness where you expected to find mischief in his expression. There's a warm fondness to his gaze. One you usually only see him wear when he's watching you talk about something you're particularly passionate about.

"I'm sorry I made you worry." The genuineness of the statement softens the hard lines of your face. And just like that, you completely forget that you’re supposed to be mad at him. His fingers trace the space between your brows where he had just made an angry knot disappear. "I do hate it when I do that."

Maybe it was a tactic to get off the hook. But it was a good one. It even has you feeling guilty for being hard on him.

"I don't like seeing you covered in blood." You whisper, finally meeting his eyes. The glimmer there is triumphant.

"I'll hose off out front next time, how's that?"

You bite back a laugh at the image, trying to keep your stern disposition. You lean in, so as to impart the severity of your tone. "No next time."

Sukuna leans in closer, "And I'll have to get you a nurse's outfit."

"No next time!"

You were in love with the epitome of mischief. There was always going to be a next time.

#sukuna #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #ryomen sukuna #fluff #I just want to give him a bath #and wrap him up in a towel #and smooch his cheek #Kuna has been bloody for months at this point #tw blood #short and sweet

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grassyneptune · 19 days

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#half life #barney calhoun #gordon freeman #freehoun #grassydraws #another smooch for dr. freeman?#anon hope you like it :]

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ash-and-starlight · 1 year

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season 2 romancing (+ extremely low quality kissy)

#id in alt text #zuko always fighting for his life in that damn teashop #i made these arts for a commissions sheet wkdhsh yeah it was Not needed i know #thank you tumblr/procreate for making sure the gif quality always ends up as dogshit as possible 🤩🤩#love the gif loop tho like get infinitely smooched idiot #sokka #zuko #or should i say lee #zukka #my art

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ruurex · 10 months

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very informative cross guild meeting

#cross guild #dracule mihawk #buggy the clown #sir crocodile #fanart #if someone gets the reference #im gonna smooch you

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chiptrillino · 1 year

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(id: illustration of iroh form avatar the last airbender, bathing in a pond. he is sitting between lilly pads leafs in his left hand he is holding a steaming red teacup. he is smiling at the viewer. end id)

i needed like... an iroh chilling in a pond... you know to lift my spirits? oh well.... a freind @wildkitte said: Mmmm iroh flavoured tea [sips] and i love her so much for that! don't drink the tea!

artworks blog: @chiptrillino-art

#atla #avatar the last airbender #iroh #honestly spot the frog #whoever spots the frog gets a smooch or a firm handshake #or irohs tea #you think this time he gets to bath with his nephew or zuko still says no?

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tiafrye · 3 months

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🔮 Lavender Haze 💜

#bg3 #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #bg3 gale #also #kinda bloodweave #if you know where to look #wink-wink #sometimes i draw stuff #i love him badly #and i wanna smooch da face #closest to perfection i was ever able to draw #okay i'm shutting up now

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ceaseless-watchers-special-girl · 2 months

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i'm... *inhales* happy you're happy

bullshit detector: BEEP

#tmagp #the magnus protocol #alice dyer #samama khalid #no fr why is he such a bitch in this scene. she's not even being unprofessional #i get that sam might want to set some boundaries but good god man you could've been a little gentler #alice baby you don't deserve this. come here let me give you a hug and smooches you don't need him

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sun-e-chips · 5 months

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You two should kiss already

Pt 2

#rout: you picked the daycare attendant #stage one denial #speechless??? don’t worry sun has a solution to that!#you can absolutely platonically smooch a bot #don’t worry haha #-snap-#sb daycare attendant #sb sundrop #sb sun #help wanted 2 #crunch art #just be thankful you didn’t decide to play in the dark #now what #dca fandom

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ririarts · 4 months

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Wyll's new kisses are just so... *dies*

#dont ask me how many times I've smooched him since patch 6 #you dont want to know #my art #my artwork #art #artists on tumblr #sketch #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #wyllstarion #bloodpact #astarion #wyll #wyll ravengard #wyll x astarion

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marmastry · 2 months

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Hasa and Maya

Kofi

#dfsjhlkgjhsdfjkghfldskgh #im back o{-{#sorry if im not that present here lol #i hope you will enjoy this my dear readers #my 30 sickos #unfortunately there is still no smooching #we will get there #someday #but for now #i hope you'll enjoy their mini rival arc HAHA #mayamaya #hasahasa #fancomics #splatoon oc #moomers #splatoon 3 #hasamaya

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oobbbear · 6 months

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Some silly drawings, characters from ghost in the machine by @venomous-qwille

If you can’t tell I like sunspot a lot heh ///••///

#the guy ever #my art #gitm au #I feel like my style does not fit the vibe of this story at all skndjdndjdj #but like #you’re living together with 4 robot and 1 ghost #and you can smooch all of em #of course I’m going to draw the most domestic shit ever

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willowser · 8 months

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i feel like bakugou is maybe a bad liar. at least to you.

he buys you a birthday gift super early and stows it in the closet, and then one day you're digging in there to collect some clothes you've been meaning to donate and he's just—hovering.

and you see him standing there and ask, "oh, did you have some clothes to get rid of, too?"

"uh, yeah," and he looks kinda awkward, with his shoulders tense and hands curled. "yeah, move it."

so you do, and you hold your bag full of clothes and stand behind him and wait, as he sort of half-ass fiddles with the shirts he has hanging up. you don't walk off, just keep waiting, and he glances over his shoulder at you multiple times and he's not really...doing anything. certainly not looking for clothes.

you raise your eyebrows at him and his own furrow, before he throws out his hands like he's offended.

"what? gonna watch me the whole time?"

"well," you frown at him, "how long is it gonna take you?"

"i dunno, what's it matter?"

"...do you have a lot of clothes to donate?"

"i'm try'na figure it out, but you're just standin' there."

"why does it matter if i'm standing here?"

"i don't like you lookin' over my shoulder."

"why? because you're hiding something?"

there's a brief pause before he snorts, rolling his eyes up to the ceiling as he shakes his head. the look he gives you is so—unconvincing; mouth open a little as he thinks, taking a deep breath before he says, simply. "no. what the hell would i have to hide?"

you narrow your eyes at him, and then he finally turns around to pretend to mess with his clothes again. 'i don't know...you tell me."

katsuki snorts again and just shrugs, like you're being ridiculous. "dunno what y'r talking about. should maybe...eat, or somethin'."

#lmaooo i think he's so obvious #he doesn't think about lying to you for anything so when he has to he's like....uh.............LOL #he's so cute i'm smooching him #✿ willow writes #✿ thoughts: bakugou #✿ theme: domestic bakugou

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