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miralyk · 4 months

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another orbit around the sun finished...! here's to continuing on 🎇

#my art #not much i can say esp bc i'm still p bittersweet about so much that's happened #but... yeah...! life will keep going and i'm now taking a deep breath taking in the night air and fireworks #happy new year #2024 #update: fixed the caption to be accurate bc i mixed up earth’s rotation = 1 day and earth’s orbit around the sun = 1 year LMAO

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raepliica · 5 months

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photosynthesizing🔆

#trigun #trimax #trigun maximum #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #vashwood #raepliica_art #they get to have some mornings where they dont need to get up in a rush #snoozing in the sun at dawn when its not too hot yet #warming up after spending the cold night cuddled up together to conserve body heat #and they lay in comfortable silence as they start drifting off to sleep again lulled by each others slow breathing #...orz #its been cold these days so i wanted to draw smth warm

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riaki · 5 months

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moneyload | satoru gojo x reader (implied fem)

this is for @satoruoo + everyone who’s tired of my angst | 1k wc

satoru likes spoiling you.

no— like would be the world's greatest understatement. satoru feels about spoiling you the way he feels about you— he doesn’t just like you, he‘s utterly enamored with you. if you asked, he'd move mountains for you. or give up a portion of his candy; both are equitable in his bright eyes. he loves you so much that he'd skip a basketball session with suguru or leave in the middle of the fight to throw the leftover scraps of a cursed spirit to whoever was unlucky enough to be there at the time; you're more important. you've always been.

yeah, that’s gotta be it. a perfect way to paint his feelings for you on a pure canvas brightened by your smile, light as a feather and lively as the sun. and you're completely deserving, he thinks— you, who's always been so patient and kind with him.

as such, he thinks it’s a crime to waste such a beautiful figure on things less than lavish dress and delicate jewelry; but to be honest, he thinks you could don a potato sack and still make it look exquisite. nevertheless, each time you protest when he drapes another dainty necklace glittering with gems cut from a million-dollar wallet and 58 facets (all the reasons he loves you— that's what he calls them.), he shushes you promptly with a swift, sweet kiss; you get a noseful of his expensive cologne every time he sidles up to you and gets comfortable. which, for the record, is quite often.

out of everything he gets you; bouquets of beautiful speckled flowers that look as if a painter dumped their entire palette of pastels and pretties onto the petals, sweet chocolates dark with the tiniest amount of cherry liquor in the center ("i don't need them— i already get drunk off of you, sweetheart!"), fragrant perfume or the latest comfortable clothing that catches his eye (this one's less common. he likes it better when you're only in his clothes.), jewelry is the one he always finds his way back to the most often.

why? well, if you ask him— there's nothing better than being sprawled on your couch with his head in your lap, nuzzling into your warm hand as he catches a whiff of the perfume he gifted you last week paired with the reddest rose he could find on your wrist. your hands card through his hair, and he uses the opportunity to catch your arm before you can move any further, giving you a smug grin as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a box.

(it's a little embarrassing the amount of times you've thought he was going to propose from that alone.)

you'll open it, and it'll be a pretty silver necklace that matches the one around his neck, or a gold ring with ornate details that he slips onto your fingers after taking your hand in his and pressing a kiss to your knuckles with a smile and a laugh. sometimes it's a bracelet adorned with rich jewels the color of your eyes; maybe something rose quartz to represent the flush on his cheeks you always seem to elicit or a marigold yellow to show the pure joy he gets from being around you. if you ask him about it, he'll just say, "i wasn't kidding when i said i get drunk off of you, baby." with a boyish giggle that's far too charming to not have been used in his younger years to get his way and a sweet little wink of an afterthought that has your heart racing.

on the occasions when the gift is far less... appropriate, you'll always sigh and chastise him with a shake of your head because you both know the fabric will be torn to shreds in a matter of a few minutes. he does it anyway, though. he's always been a little bit of a brat in that sense.

whatever it ends up as, satoru absolutely adores seeing your reactions; the cute flush on your cheeks when you accept it with a little thanks and a kiss to his cheek, leaning forward on the tips of your toes because he's too tall for his own good. maybe even to hook a finger around the bridge of his sunglasses for lips to lips, if he's lucky. of course, he knows he doesn't have to buy your affection— you've made that abundantly clear in moments he doesn't like to think about as anything more than vulnerability when he's worn out, but there's just something about you that makes him want to pile it on. he's always had more money than he knows what to do with, anyway.

and maybe, just maybe— one day he'll dare to hope for a future past school hallways, flattering dresses and skirts or sneaky kisses when he's a little sweaty and his jacket is in your arms and you're on the bleachers, hijacking shoko's pack of cigarettes while the squeak of shoes on the gym floor and the sound of a basketball rattling in the hoop fills your ears. past nights when you're curled up in his arms and he can comfortably rest his head in the crook of your neck, tucked away where it always should be (and always will be).

he'll hope for days when he gets to wake up to you by his side, a silver band with so much more meaning than the fifth one he's given you that week on your ring finger and a matching one on his own, because satoru loves you so much that he'd empty out the vaults of a bank just to make you smile at him. not in the hollow way his father always had at home, or in the obligatory resolute smiles of the servants on his estate, but in a genuine way; a way no one else (except his mom) had ever come close to because if he sold everything he ever had for you, his world would still be right in front of him, holding his hands and kissing his face in spontaneous bursts of love, like shooting stars dancing across his cheeks as a way of thanks.

...so, maybe satoru likes spoiling you so much because you always seem to return tenfold.

if u looked at my search history you'd see 'how many cuts does a diamond have' and 'what are the chocolates with alcohol in them called' my (riaki) stuff. don't repost and/or plagiarize !

#i caved (again!!!!)#this has been sitting in my notes app for like a month oopsies #breathe the fresh air. be blinded by the sun and smell the grass (me @ this drabble)#have more gojo fluff!!!! i have plenty to give #now i scuttle away to work on my christmas special #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x you #gojo satoru x you #billet-doux #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk scenarios #i tbink this is the most i’ve edited for a banner yet oops #- rs !

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ganonfan1995 · 6 months

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My dog needs new ears Make his eyes see forever Make him live like me Again and again

x | playlist

#my art #track 2 from my playlist #i should go back and like retroactively link the songs 2 these pieces #honey and sun #zelda #loz #breath of the wild #skyward sword #hylia

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flickering-nightfall · 7 months

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Some bugs for fun!

#i'm pretty satisfied with how the colors came out #man i love this brush #kind of want to go back and give at least moon a “tail”#but i've already spent long enough on this when it's just a one-off thingy #time for way too many tags. *deep breath*#rain world #flickerdoodles #art #five pebbles #looks to the moon #seven red suns #no significant harassment #chasing wind #grey wind #unparalleled innocence #bugs #insects #iterators #group pic

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paper-lilypie · 1 year

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you weren’t lying

#maybe people can be honest #suddenly you can breathe #and everything falls into place #you’re in love #fnaf #post fire au #sun x reader #moon x reader #art: copper cogs rusted through

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achieve-the-sun · 10 months

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I’ve got you

And then you take me in, and everything in me begins to feel like I belong

Like everybody needs a home

And when I take your hand, like the world has never held a man

I know I cannot heal the hurt

But I will hold you here forever

If I can, if I can

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fogwarden · 6 months

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#from left to right #goldmask #elden ring #ganondorf #hyrule warriors #ghadius #klonoa #urbosa #breath of the wild #adiris #aka #the plague #dead by daylight #FR though solid aesthetic even if seemingly only very tall people are allowed to rock it #perhaps its cause they are closer to the sun than I

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thatshinx · 2 months

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Attention Western LMK fans: This is a public service announcement

when someone says “immortal” in the context of Chinese mythology they do NOT mean “can’t die”. They mean “can live forever”

Think of a mortals lifespan as a candle and an immortals lifespan as an infinitely long candle. The immortal candle can burn forever but it someone blows it out it still goes out. Now some immortal candles are inside a building so they don’t get hit by wind or rain and others are on a patio protected only from rain. It’s different depending on how powerful they are and how many immortalities are stacked

Sun Wukong is an infinitely long trick birthday candle that can blow out in theory but no one’s been strong enough to test that theory

hope this helps clear things up

#lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk sun wukong #jttw #sun wukong #chinese mythology #immortality #ive read to many fics where they say something like “macaque couldn’t have died because he was immortal”#And I just have to take a deep breath and keep reading #I am also from America I just got a Chinese mythology hyperfixation

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dreameramimir · 1 month

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"I'm perfectly fine where I am, it's better this way, it's safer this way..."

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shortnotsweet · 1 month

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[ “PATIENCE” ]:

Give me one more sigh to the top of the mountain—baby, roll those eyes to the top of the mountain. Close your eyes, be patient, it's coming! All my dreams have been weighing me down, like an anchor to my bed.

— BAD SUNS

It’s only a second—a split second—but in that moment Jason wonders who has dreamt up Nico Di Angelo before.

It’s not strange for godly children to be granted prophetic visions, or omniscient images from a greater force not buoyed by themselves—Fate, a god, the recesses of their own trauma, what have you. But—no. Jason wonders who else has dreamt of Nico, not as a distant figure blotted out in the plotted landscape of some prospective quest, or as an omen of all things foreboding and unknown, but really dreamt. A real dream.

The Nico in front of him—for this split second, mind you, and isn’t this second stretching longer than any second before—has his face upturned to the wind, and his eyes closed to the sound below them. The city sprawl, honking and screaming and polluting the air with its babble. Jason can barely hear it now, can only observe with a sudden micro-awareness the thinness of his fingers and the delicate bones of his wrist as he extends them. The skull ring glints there, the darkness of the band cutting into the pale of his skin like a shadow cast, and Jason remembers, dumbly, Oh, yeah. Summoning the dead. There’s a lot of that in Chicago.

Jason doesn’t care about scrape of skeleton bones clawing themselves out of asphalt or the lingering of unresolved souls. Instead, it’s the feathering of Nico’s lashes against his own cheek, the downward slope of his mouth, sharp jut of his jaw belaying a quiet softness to his face that was easy to miss. For someone as unsubtle as Nico, it seems that it’s easy for a lot of people to miss crucial things such as this. By the time Jason had started noticing, he just couldn’t stop.

Nico exists, sometimes, as if he is not entirely of this world. It’s not a stretch for some godly children, a child of Death especially, but with Nico it has become increasingly more evident in the little moments, the subtle gestures. Maybe it’s Jason’s own godly genes—he can almost feel the texture of the wind against Nico’s skin as it kisses his cheek, the inhale of air—or maybe it’s just Jason. Freakishly detail oriented Jason, who stares at his ceiling at night, awake, but doesn’t dare toss and turn, who pours over blueprints and Lego models in his spare time and fixates on this kind of thing.

That’s the kind of thing Jason sees in his dreams, the image that flickers under his eyelids between memories of a life half lost to him and a visage of what comes next.

#jasico #nico di angelo #jason grace #PJO #riordanverse #percy jackson #hoo #percy jackson and the olympians #my art #it’s just Jason forgetting how to breathe for a second. you know as one does #I haven’t figured out how to draw jason yet not really #not even Nico for that matter #also I’m biased but like every bad suns song ever makes me think of jasico

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tojisun · 5 months

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bear w me but price driving a pick up. is it- can you guys envision it? bc idk how else to explain this

and not the beat up ones or those abnormally big ones. just, yk, a normal one and yet it suits him so much!!

he always opens the door for you and literally boosts you up into the passenger seat. reaches over to buckle the seatbelt for you. lets you rest your legs over his thighs, even throwing his jacket over them to help you fight the cold. he is so tactile, not really clingy, just touchy - rubbing his palms along the expanse of your skin, humming a quiet laugh when you let out rasps of giggles at the ticklish feeling. arranges the bed of his truck with fluffy blankets and soft pillows on the days he takes you out for long drives.

am i making sense? are you guys seeing it bc im literally losing my mind at the thought of it

#been a while since i wrote anything remotely dbf!price-ish teehee <333 #john price x reader #suns #*breathes shakily* basically i rewatched tlou and uhm joel is kinda.. price coded but if u squint a lil n lean to the left

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invalidname19 · 1 year

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