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fleebites · 2 years
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that certain feeling of helplessness
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celesse · 1 year
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Prance like you mean it 💐🦌💐
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justexistinghere122 · 1 month
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Lost, but now I am found
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csyk0 · 6 months
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sorry for the absence everyone! ive been suupper busy with commissions and was only able to make this piece in time for celebrating autumn!
i recently rewatched all of the tinkerbell movies, and i really enjoyed them! i really recommend it for people looking for some simple pleasures :> fawn is an autumn fairy.. right? maybe i'll draw more fairies! who knows ~
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angelwngd · 12 days
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disease · 11 months
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GUCCI FAWN CHECKERED WOOL CUSHION [embroidered: 90% wool / 10% polyamide]
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paradoxlily · 11 months
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Happy Mother's Day
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webkinztournament · 9 months
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finvisual · 1 year
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🌸 a fawn Inflorescence 🌸🦌
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strawbriebunny · 1 year
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whore4dior · 2 years
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the only interior design ever
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azureskies-owl · 2 years
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🌱 Sprout 🌱
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generisyd · 1 year
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Naruto girls x Disney Fairies-esque AU hmmmm
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pangolen · 1 year
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selarina · 8 months
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The waves rush in, swallowing your feet whole. You feel the cold tingling sensation as it sits there for a moment, and then it retreats - back into the ocean.
You try to focus on the sounds as you stand there — the waves, the wind, the distant sound of a bird. You try to tune out the laughter that comes from behind you.
And you think this is nice. Almost too nice that it feels sad — the waves come back in, bestowing a parting kiss upon your feet, as you start thinking of retreating back to your room.
As you turn, you see him, his white hair and floral shirt fluttering against the harsh wind as he stands unmoved.
But in your pivot, your gaze lands upon him. Gojo Satoru, his white locks dancing against the wind, floral shirt rippling away from his body, yet his body stands so still and unmoving.
"We should go back in," his voice carries over the wind. "Came to save you in case you drowned. You know, like the charming hero I am."
"Ah," You indulged in the moment, as you feigned a swoon, jumping yourself into his arms, and he catches you without missing a beat. "How about you save me by carrying me back to my room?" His embrace a seamless cradle, made just for you.
"Well, every hero needs his lazy damsel in distress," he grins, as he looks down at you, his glasses slipping down the slope of his nose by a bit.
Your hand comes up to push his glasses up, until it stills close to the bridge of his nose. "Just be lucky you get a pretty one, what with your ugly face," you say.
"Hey! I'm plenty handsome," he practically whines. "You wouldn't get jealous all the time if I wasn't," as he adjusts his hand one more time before he starts trekking back in the path to your rooms.
"I wouldn't get jealous if you didn't parade yourself away so often," you roll your eyes, thinking back to the incident of schoolgirls fawning and pawing at him from a day earlier.
"I can't help who I am, and what kind of person wants their boyfriend to change." It's true, but you opt for crossed arms as you pout away.
You two finally make it back to your room, you don't try to point out how he could have made it back by transporting the two of you with one snap, you just cocoon yourself further into his bare chest, your hand tracing the occasional patterns on his chest.
He drops you when you get to the front of your room, as he mutters a goodnight, his head clearly looming in a place away from you.
Your hand comes up to grab his hand, and he looks back at you.
"What's wrong?" he asks, worry etched in his features, even as his eyes remain hidden from your view.
"You should sleep," your voice comes into a gentle plea. "You've been awake for far too long."
"I'm not tired, and I need to stay awake," he says, resolute as you expected.
"You can sleep for the night. I'll keep watch," you suggest.
"No, it's too dangerous, I should stay awake until we make it back."
A huff of exasperation escapes you. Your hand cups his cheek firmly, eliciting a near-pout from him at your grip. "Gojo Satoru, do you think I'm weak? Nod if you think I am."
His head shakes in a silent refusal.
"Then I can handle the night, and you should sleep. You'll feel better. Stronger," the final blow, finds its mark, and his defenses crumble.
"I want to," he says softly.
A beat passes.
"I can't sleep," his words emerged in a quiet mumble.
Ah, that makes sense. He's too stressed. As were you, but you found your moments of respite, feeling reassured as by the sight of him seated at the windowsill, keeping a discerning eye on over the world outside.
"Okay," you murmured, your hands relinquishing their hold on his face, fingers instead interlocking with his, drawing him toward your room.
"Wait— not tonight, baby. I'm too tired," he mumbles, tiredly. "Not that," you reassure. "I'll help you fall asleep," you pledge. A promise.
You let him plop himself onto the bed, you don't miss how he flops his head as he snuggles himself into the sheets.
You settle against the headboard, as your reach for his glasses, placing it onto the nightstand. . Your gaze returns to him, and there, amidst the ambient dimness of the room, you find his bright blue aglow, fixed upon the ceiling.
Your fingers extend, and with a gentleness traverse across his face, as they close his eyes.
"I don't know what you're thinking," he mumbles.
Your hand comes up to nestle in his hair, running and gently scratching patterns in random. You offer a soft amused hum, imploring him to continue.
"I'm not that easy, you know," he says, as he nuzzles further into the pillow. "I won't sleep."
"Right," you say.
You continue running your little patterns as you start to feel a bit bored yourself, and then you hear it — his first snore. A quiet grin curves your lips.
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webkinztournament · 10 months
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