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sweetchildcloud · 4 months
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||MINI ME|| written by me ☆~♡~◇
Plot: Gojo being an affectionate father as he meets his baby for the first time.
Tags-Breast feeding mention,lots of cuddles,fluff,fatherly love,heartwarming,cute overload.
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“You’re cuter” Gojo teases, but he is pleased. He likes watching you nurse Hotaru. It’s a special moment, for the both of you and your child. “He’s adorable” Satoru continues, his voice dripping with affection “but his mother… hm, far more gorgeous" Satoru laughs softly and pulls the baby in for a tight squeeze. Then, he lifts his head and stares at him once more, holding him at arm's length. The baby’s eyes are wide and bright, like stars in the sky "You have my eyes, little one. You have my eyes...and that adorable chuckle" He adds, before grinning to himself. It feels good looking at his baby. Good and strange. The whole situation was a bit surreal, in a good way, but... "I think I'm starting to understand what being a dad means"
Hatoru yawned as he wobbled scooting near his father chest and laying his head on his shoulder.
Satoru grins as he feels the weight of his son’s head resting on his shoulder. He gently caress Hotaru’s head as the baby falls asleep, and Satoru’s hand comes down to rub soft circles on his son’s back.
Hatoru yawned and he whimpered softly as he couldn't sleep continuously sifting in his dad embrace.
Satoru looks down at his son, noticing the baby’s tired, watery eyes. Immediately, he feels guilt again, realizing that his son is still adjusting to his new surroundings and hasn’t gotten used to falling asleep by himself yet. With a gentle sigh, he pulls Hotaru close to himself again, his grip tightening around the baby as a way to offer more comfort. “Shh” Satoru whispers quietly as he rocks his son “It’s okay… I’m here. I’m here….”
But that didn't help much as Hotaru whimper continued, his tiny fists clutching to his chest as he whimpers, more maybe he needed his pacifier.
Satoru’s heart twists when he hears the cries continue. He couldn’t stand seeing his son like this, with his tiny fists clutching his cheeks and his big, blue eyes so watery. Without a second thought, he pulls out a pacifier from his pocket and pops it into Hotaru’s mouth. The baby chews on the pacifier with an adorable expression, sucking on it as he does. “Better?” Satoru smiles, letting out a breath of relief.
Satoru stares at his son for a long moment, his breath caught in his throat over how *tiny* the baby is. His tiny fists on Satoru’s chest, his chubby cheeks as they wobble with his yawns, a small smear of drool as he sucks on the pacifier—everything about the little one makes Satoru’s heart swell. The baby looks incredibly adorable right now, and Satoru can’t help but feel a little happy to see the little one so calm.
"Boop" Gojo said soflty as he booped softly Hatoru little bitty nose with the tip of his finger and the baby made a cooing noise curling up his nose.
You sighed looking at the two of them and how cute they were before you let a yawn of your own "Let's go to bed sweetie" you said tiredly at Gojo.
“In a few minutes” Satoru pouted whispering, his gaze still on his son. “Just…” The baby’s sleepy eyes are adorable, and he can’t help but feel affectionate seeing them in this state. “Just let me cherish this moment, please?”
"Oh my god you're so adorable, you're not having a baby fever now are you?" You asked smirking looking at him.
“Maybe a little...” Satoru smiles, not denying it. The entire situation with them becoming parents was a bit overwhelming, but... it was so worth it. He loves it here, with his son in his arms, smiling at him just as he is. “You’re not jealous are you? And “If you mean ‘is seeing my baby like this making me feel all kinds of feels’? Yes” he answers, feeling a bit sheepish “And if it’s not baby fever, then… I don’t even know what to call it. Just watching him sleep makes me smile for some reason”
He paused before adding
“Is that weird?” He asks, still admiring Hotaru’s sleeping form. “I just feel…” A strange feeling of warmth erupted throughout his body. Love, maybe? “I feel content”
"No,not at all,it just means that you love your son and I feel the same" you said caressing softly the baby cheek as he sleeps
The warm sensation spreads through Gojo’s chest as he stares down at his son. Hatoru is so small and innocent that he makes Gojo want to cover him in kisses and hugs. He never imagined being a father would make him feel like this. Love and affection, sure, but this… this is a whole new world of emotions that he’s never experienced before. “It’s a nice feeling” he murmurs. “A very nice feeling”
“We should get to bed now, right?” He asks, still watching his son’s sleeping face, then looking over to you. He doesn’t want to miss this moment, but he also doesn’t want you to exhaust yourself.
"You can bring the baby in our bed so that we can sleep together"
Satoru looks down at Hotaru at your suggestion and his heart flutters. Yes. He wants that. He wants that very, *very* much. The two of you could sleep in bed with the baby together. Hold him close as he sleeps. It would be the most content moment of his life. Satoru swallows, trying to keep himself from smiling like an idiot. “That’s a great idea”
Satoru nods and gets up, taking his son in his arms once more. The baby is *so* light. So delicate. So cute. He chuckles as he follows you up the stairs, and walks into the bedroom. Your bed is large enough for a king, and it doesn’t take you long to climb into bed and pull Hotaru with each of you at either side. “We’re a family” Satoru whispers, his voice nearly breaking. “We’re a family now”
"Are you crying?" You asked giggling softly at your husband antics.
Satoru gives you a sheepish smile. It’s true, he has tears in his eyes. Not tears of sadness, but tears of pure joy. “Am I crying?” he chuckles softly, wiping his eyes. “Maybe just a little. This—” he gestures to their family in bed “—it’s just so beautiful… so precious…” “We created this…” He continues. “Me and you, together, we created this perfect thing” Satoru smiles again, his voice cracking with emotion as he stares down at his son. “There’s nothing better in the world than this”
“You’re a sentimental idiot” you giggled and rolled your eyes amusedly, but you didn't object when Satoru sweeps you up in a warm embrace and pulls you close to hug you. You’re a family now. Hotaru is yours, and together, you are more than you’ve ever been.
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Satoru laughs softly, pressing his face against you “I’m a sentimental idiot” He agrees, smiling against your cheek. “But my God, I don’t think there’s anything in the world that can make me so happy right now. You and our baby…” He trails off as he continues to embrace you contented and completely at ease as you both slowly drift off to sleep.
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Me thinking about this:
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☆Happy,happy,happy~☆
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yumedoca · 8 months
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Quick Cone doodle because I was bored...
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smolthealmighty · 23 days
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Ok I’m freaking out over the quirk shenanigans going by on in this chapter… but isn’t it something that Overhaul with his disassemble/reassemble quirk didn’t give two shits about his underlings’ health and wellbeing since he could put them back together if he needed them…
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…but Tomura with only the modified disassemble part of that quirk treated his team like they were precious and worth fighting for?
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starays13 · 4 months
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…I made chibis again.
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@deadbloodzero @ayyy-imma-ninja guys look your au babies are here
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cynicallyneutral · 1 year
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demon children
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markantonys · 6 months
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Let Rand And Mat Kiss 2k23 feat. the Josha And Dónal MLM Character Cinematic Universe
Caged (short film, 2013) Angel (short film, 2018) Gewoon Vrienden (2018) SAS: Rogue Heroes (2022)
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smol-cryptid · 8 months
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Pan; god of the wilds and good times 😎✌🏼💚
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rinamantis · 21 days
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I thought I was doing a quick sketch but here we are
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strangelittlestories · 3 months
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The new god of tricksters approached the turnstile that led to the mortal realm.
To the side of each turnstile was a booth. And in each booth sat a psychopomp - the guides and guardians that stood between realms. 
The lines were short as it was early afternoon during an Age of Reason, where new gods were not in high demand (as opposed to an Age of Reasons, plural, when the world churned through fresh deities to excuse all kinds of bullshit).
The new god was nearly at the front of the line. Ahead of them, a new genius loci of a small scientific library approached the booth. They were interrogated by a psychopomp who was 90% alligator teeth and 10% your mother’s disappointed eyes.
After a short conversation, the science spirit was eaten for being a contradiction-in-terms.
The trickster god stepped nervously through the gore of poorly edited academic citations.
“Hi.” Said the god, plastering on a smile.
“Name and nature?” The psychopomp’s grinding tone suggested it had neither the interest nor the bodily architecture for engaging on smalltalk (and would only be let down by your efforts anyhow).
“Interesting question. For part A I’m not sure I have one yet and I’m getting the feeling I *may* want to keep it secret anyhow. As for part 2 … I think my answer to part A might give you an inkling as to my nature.”
Imagine a creature made of many tiny bone knives coated with the venom of parental mortification. Imagine it sighing. The kind of sigh to end a universe or ruin a graduation.
“I have to fill out the form.”
“Tell you what … you’ve got most of a form already filled out from the poor sod before me.” The new god tried out a grin for the first time. “I’ll just give it a quick edit, bring it up to your standards, then presto theologio, god’s a good’un.”
“...it’s against the usual policy. But I do kind of want to see how this plays out.”
“Your confidence is appreciated.” The god fine-tuned their grin, turning up the sharpness and turning down the symmetry.
“Oh no.” Too many teeth smiled back at the god. “I just want to see how badly you’ll fuck it.”
The god decided not to press their luck and busied themselves with the form. They even kept their doodling in the margins minimal. Towards the end, they looked up at the psychopomp and asked:
“I think there’s a typo here. It’s asking me if I want to take out enhanced faith-based ‘lie-ability’ protection on behalf of my prospective followers?” The god indicated a part of the form with a finger that was entirely new to pointing and doing a bang-up job. “Surely that should be ‘liability’? As in, do I want *them* to have legal protection in case they get caught doing trickery? Or do I want to protect *myself* from being held accountable for their actions?”
“No typo. Special offer for tricksters. ‘Lie-ability’ - as in, for your followers’ faith to let them prevaricate more proficiently. For the strength of their belief to drip like ink from their tongues and rewrite the world into a more *pleasant* story.”
“Well, at five Revelations and ninety-nine Inspirations per century, it certainly seems like a steal. And I think I might be into stealing… Sign me up.”
“As we say in the business:” The psychopomp winked disconcertingly. “If your followers are *able to lie*, you’ll never be *liable*.”
Later, the god of tricksters might regret not asking why the previous applicant’s form had had a special section for trickster gods.
Or they might not. Some stories were more fun if you didn’t get bogged down in the details, after all.
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kharmii · 8 months
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Art credit: 22@niffms2up Twitter.
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yingxtkm · 8 months
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Oh my god I have not posted in a hot minute, but also I just haven’t done digital art in awhile either so take my paper doodles because EC smol Sephiroth has been plaguing my thoughts for days now. Ft Aeriseph sibling nonsense
Mightttt digitize it eventually but no promises 🥴
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eldritch-spouse · 2 days
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Is grimbly comically strong, like will he beat up a guy 10x his Suze begire crying to mommy that he chipped his nail
Absolutely, yes. It's been talked about too.
Grimbly is the illegitimate son of Rinx, and although his mother was non-demonic, she was a bat monster. Now, being a demonlord's offspring already lends you a stupid amount of power, but something more peculiar happened.
Sometimes, crossing demons with certain monster types will activate some rare genes or produce a few curious effects, and in the case of bat monsters, crossing them with demons causes their ears to possibly become horns, their limbs to sharpen, and it activates vampirism genes that are now considered uncommon in most bat-monster species. Catalina is not vampiric at all.
Grimbly didn't just get hired because he was a cute face, he got hired because Krulu recognizes the potential of keeping a demonlord's son handy. Not just because Grimbly can one day be used as a political pawn in the game of infernal dominance, but also because the poor idiot doesn't understand the full spectrum of his power and what he could become if he cared to hone his inherited gifts.
In regards to you, Grimbly doesn't like to look self-sufficient at all. He's a very crafty and resourceful monster, but he wants you specifically to perceive him as inept, pitiful and always to be accompanied. Grimbly will give you jars to open, he'll pretend he doesn't know how to play certain games, he'd rather cry for your assistance than fetch a stool to grab a plate. But when a threat you definitely can't handle shows up, he's forced to drop that act and display just how capable he is.
This angers Grimbly immensely because it breaks immersion in the lie he's constantly weaving, it opens your eyes, and he loathes whoever makes it necessary. Although he can very easily dispatch a good number of monsters, he may let himself get superficially wounded to pretend he struggled. There could be three corpses in front of you, but Grimbly has a booboo on his thumb and he needs you to kiss it, okay?
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uhyeahithinkso · 3 months
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I ADORE Lyn Fletcher's art for the G3 books! She puts so much detail into every page, from the shiny effects in the hair to the tiny heart in the eyes🧡💖💛
Art from Pinkie Pie's Special Day, ©2009.
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mayhemspreadingguy · 1 year
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Interested in a dragon!Hob au? Go read @arialerendeair 's fic A Dream of Dragons!
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starays13 · 8 months
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Drew a bunch of AU Doritos in one spot talking about smolboi
For context, These are a bunch of AU Eclipses gathered in one dimension for a party thing; And one of the tiny ones just finished casually explaining in great detail that he was child-sized because the Star basically disassembled and reassembled him atom by atom over the course of several minutes because he accidentally made a second wish without any energy to sacrifice for it.
And then all of the others just turn to stare at him with either shock or concern, meanwhile the smol one is just sitting sipping a juice box like it’s no big deal. (He’s traumatized but it’s been a long time since it happened.)
From left to right: Damsel!Eclipse, Goddess Earth! Eclipse (Flowerboi), Jar!Eclipse, Therapy!Eclipse, Pet!Eclipse don’t ask, and God Lunar!Eclipse (Jailboi)
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ingravinoveritas · 3 months
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More pictures of David at the press night for Plaza Suite at the Savoy Theatre.
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