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kikolagito · 1 year

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wooly is such a fucking dork. i wanna hug him

#amanda the adventurer #wooly #ata wooly #giggles deviously #oh my god i hate tumblr #:3

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yuichiiusagii · 8 months

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Turtles are quite cute, Any specific kind?

~Mushroom

red eared sliders

#giggles deviously

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munv · 9 months

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GOTTEM

NOW I CAN BUILD BLADE PROPERLY LESGOOOOO‼️‼️‼️

Blade is now complete 😈😈😈

#{-muxis writes #hsr blade #blade hsr #light cones #.maki talks #hsr #hoyoverse #giggles deviously

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nepptunii · 1 month

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au where instead of a normal door, the distortions use like a sliding glass door and it's like squeaky and will get stuck sometimes

and also you can see through it and i imagine michael deviously taps his fingers together before opening the door and he doesn't know you can see him through the glass (image below is what i'm talking about)

#me and my friends were cracking up at this earlier #hello archivi- just give me one second this- this fUCKING door is STUCK AGAIN #*deviously smiling and tapping fingertips together while jon looks directly at him* he doesn't know what's coming 😈#*insert squeaky sliding door sound*#giggling #michael tma #tma michael #magpod #tma #the magnus archives #tma helen #helen tma #michael distortion #helen distortion #this is stupid

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floridazcrazy · 7 months

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jst found out david malukas has a poc(asian) gf. FINALLY A NON YT WAG!!!!

#indycar #arrow mclaren #mclaren #david malukas #f1 #rejoice for the lord is good yall #currenty giggling and rubbing my hands and feet 2gether very deviously

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ikkaku-of-heart · 6 months

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@waxgentleman asked: “There’s so many guests, Milady Ikkaku. That’s just the way we’re doing it. It's in alphabetical order.” It’s the middle of the party, but Galdino knows if he doesn’t start with the celebration photos now, it would be impossible to do them later with these pirates’s minds overtaken by booze. “Mr trafalgar! Please can you move to the side. Yes yes, Mr Bepo, would you be so kind to go to the left. Perfect. perfect. Now let’s just put on some decorations, yes yes.” At the start, all crew members of the Heart Pirates were in frame doing a wonderful cheerful pose, yet, after Mr 3 moving people here and there, Ikkaku now was isolated at the center only sided with the sculptor's precious associate Hawkins, golden roses surrounding them as they're placed in a very couple-ish archaic pose together. “ Two crew at once saves us time, you see! H comes before I, ga ne. Say Crooooosss Guiiiillld!” He takes a couple of photos before she even has the time to answer or run. Unprompted

With the exception of a few key incidents, such as dress plagiarism and being forced to spend time with her ex, Ikkaku had been having a lovely time at the masquerade ball. She'd gotten to drink champagne, look and feel pretty, seen Law make a few potential alliances and plant the seeds of discord between others, and even danced with Mihawk.

But then Mr. 3 had called for photos, and the engineer was wondering if the World's Greatest Swordsman would mind terribly if she murdered his butler. Because it would have been fine and wonderful if she'd gotten to pose with her crew, but instead, she'd been isolated and forced to pose with Hawkins among towering displays of golden roses.

Not for the first time, Ikkaku wished her grandfather had let her take his last name. Then again, Buranku Ikkaku was just as bad as Basil Hawkins in terms of this alphabetical order bullshit.

She'd unfortunately been too shocked by all of this to yell at Mr. 3 or even glare at him before Hawkins had pulled her into an embrace in time for the cameras to flash. The blonde bastard had even managed to dip her and steal a kiss, further making this ridiculous photo appear more in his favor. The magician dared to smirk as he pulled away, lip completely fine despite Ikkaku having bit him pretty damn hard. He must have transferred the injury on one of his brainwashed subordinates.

At least he released her afterward, probably knowing that if he didn't, Law wouldn't hesitate to break the "no violence" rule if he tried to hold onto the squirming woman. Tempting as it was to encourage Law to murder her scheming ex, she knew Mr. 3 would take Hawkins' side by claiming Ikkaku started it due to the biting. Grinding her teeth, the engineer stormed over to the middle-management fool who'd organized this whole shindig, grabbing him by the lapels to yank him close. "I don't know what your deal with Hawkins is," Ikkaku growled, "but I am warning you. Pull something like that again, and your clown boss won't be the only one in pieces. Difference is, I'll make sure your bits and pieces are scattered to the Four Blues and even harder to find than the One Piece."

#waxgentleman #The Engine is the Heart of the Ship (canon)#masquerade gala event #Three-Wick Candle (Galdino)#Major Arcana (Hawkins)#High Priestess and Magician - Hawkins x Ikkaku #(I was beaming and giggling at Galdino's deviousness when I saw this ask)#(Ikkaku ain't happy but I was lol)

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kikolagito · 1 year

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hi guys

take this silly little guy. pleaaaase give me name suggestions hes sooo cool and he has a tail and i love him

#help #ocs #original character #giggles deviously #:3 #i dont like this drawing that much tbh #but oh well #giggles

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calenhads · 8 months

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🖊🖊 rhys + 🖊🖊 for someone u wanna talk abt but didnt get an ask for!

YIPPEE WAHOO YIPPEE

i don't actually think i've talked about who rhys is like. at all. but he's my character for the curse of strahd campaign i'm playing in atm!! born and raised (ish) in barovia, he was attacked by an unknown vampire when he was six years old :3 and i am in the process of begging my dm to let that vampire have been strahd for the funnies. he survived that and was forever changed so now he's a fucked up little victorian monster hunter trying desperately to atone for his nature <3 i love giving him one million mental illnesses

i haven't talked about sabina in a hot minute but i miss her. especially her relationship with lachlan. they're so funny to me specifically because the spend like 6 months sharing a bed "platonically" and just never stop to think about what that might mean for their relationship. like yes they spoon at night no they have not kissed or talked about their feelings. they stay silly

#meaghan talks #giggling deviously and kicking my feet fr #you fell for my trap (asked about the oc i wanted to talk about the most)#oc: rhys holloway #oc: sabina aleksandrov

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selfcare-slenderman · 6 days

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What a hypocrite you are. Do you really deserve that name of yours when you can't take care of yourself?

{ If any slendermods afflicted by my anon want me to stop, just say the word }

im not... it's just- it gets hard sometimes okay???

#selfcare slenderman #(( nah nah dw bro im giggling deviously at this i love doing angst and tormenting my silly characters >:3

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yueebby · 7 months

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Dying thinking about gojo literally pinning and hardcore simping for reader, literally showering reader in praise, flattery and gifts because he no longer gives a damn about hiding his feelings, almost proposing to reader whenever he can and reader's just... completely clueless about it💀 and she thinks it's just gojo being friendly. Poor man would be absolutely devastated when he goes one day "[name] i'm in love with you" and she just goes "me too, i love all my friends!" 💀

she loves me, she loves me not! — gojo satoru x fem!reader

contents. fluff, lovesick!gojo (what’s new), highschool!gojo, he’s pathetic but in love your honor, oblivious!reader, ooc gojo i got carried away soz

notes. anon, when i first read your ask i literally started giggling and kicking my feet. that. is. so. gojo coded.

“please reject gojo and put him out of his misery,” utahime implored, taking hold of both of your hands. you think she’s asking, no, begging you to. beside her, shoko nods vigorously.

“but why?” you furrow your eyebrows, perplexed by their sudden request. “i can’t reject someone who doesn’t like me.”

shoko giggles at your comment. her laughter only wanes when she notices the dead serious look on your face. “... you seriously have no idea what we’re talking about?”

“not really,” you shrug, criss-crossing your legs to find some comfort on the hard wooden floor in shoko’s small dorm. it was late, past midnight, and the three of you had a shared mission tomorrow, but for some reason your two friends managed to rope you into their drinking circle.

utahime and shoko exchanged a significant glance, their unspoken communication raising your curiosity. utahime takes a long sip of her beer.

“hopeless. they’re both hopeless,” your short haired brunette friend lamented, pinching her nose bridge. it leaves a faint pink mark.

intrigued, you lean in closer towards the two, “care to elaborate?”

“you’ve never once questioned satoru’s borderline inappropriate behavior?” shoko asks you earnestly. you ponder for a moment, trying to recall any moments in the two years you’ve known the snow-haired boy.

“satoru is satoru…” you mumble, shaking your head in denial.

utahime’s eyes bug comically. she slams her can of beer harshly on the ground. you wince at the loud noise of the metallic can hitting the floor.

“you’re kidding. even i can see through that jerk!” utahime’s black pigtails sway wildly.

“[name], how about what happened in shinjuku last week on our day off?” shoko quietly reminds you of last weekend when the two of you along with satoru and suguru decided to empty your pockets in one of tokyo’s largest entertainment wards.

utahime’s head whips back and forth from her best friend to you, “eh? what happened?!”

from behind the dressing room curtain, you voiced your concerns, “shoko, i don't think we can afford designer clothes on our student budget.” the cream-colored silk dress you wore clung to your body, its price tag undoubtedly surpassing a year's worth of your student earnings.

“don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” shoko’s voice carried a knowing smile. “just come out and show me the dress!” you think satoru’s carefree attitude is rubbing off on her.

with a nervous sigh, you emerged from the dressing room. the dress fit like a glove, accentuating your body in just the right places.

bright flashes from shoko's phone startled you, and she chuckled deviously while rapidly typing. she tossed her phone onto a luxurious cushion, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of exposure.

“you look so sexy. even better than the model.” she gives you two thumbs up, eyes roaming your figure. you feel flushed at her praise.

“as flattered as i am, there’s no way i can afford this,” you look down at the dress, lips downturned. “i’d be in debt for life.”

“no need to worry,” shoko winked, leaving you confused. given that her income was similar to yours, it didn't make sense for her to be able to even dream of shopping designer.

a soft thud interrupted your conversation. you turn around to see a blue lollipop rolling on the expensive carpeting of the store.

“suguru, are my eyes deceiving me or is that an angel?” satoru's mouth is wide open as he shamelessly checks you out. he takes one of his hands and places it over his heart, gripping the fabric of his white shirt. the windbreaker he is wearing rustles at his dramatic movement.

“i think… i’m experiencing a heart attack! shoko help!” he kneels in the middle of the store dramatically. shoko shares an unamused look with suguru. the pair nod before simultaneously kicking satoru.

during all of the commotion, you stand awkwardly in the million yen dress.

“satoru, are you okay?” you watch him take the two blows from your friends, concern evident in your voice. he grunts softly before gently taking ahold of your hand.

“no,” he croaks with a playful glint in his eye. “i’m wounded and there’s only one way to fix it.”

you look at him, your gaze heavy with concern.

“i’m afraid you’ll have to kiss me for the pain to go away.” he added, blinking at you expectantly with his blue eyes.

you lightly shove him away from you. “you’re an idiot.” satoru laughs loudly.

“that’s what love does to a man.”

“yeah, yeah. i’m going to change out of this dress, don’t get into any more trouble while i’m gone.”

satoru’s grip on your hand strengthens, halting your actions.

“how much?”

“excuse me?”

“the dress. how much for it?” he stands up to his full height, reminding you of the obvious height difference between the two of you.

you're at loss for words. gojo was crazy, but definitely not crazy enough to spend a million yen on a silly dress.

shoko happily chimes into the conversation. “one million yen. it’ll be two million yen with the rest of my purchases though!”

suguru’s calm demeanor is replaced with shock. the black haired male’s jaw drops, “two million– satoru, you’re seriously not thinking about–”

“hah? who said i’m paying for your stuff?” gojo makes an ugly face at shoko.

she raises her hands innocently, “it’s not my fault the dresses come in a set. if you want to see your beloved [name] in that dress you’ll have to pay for mine as well.”

you watch shoko and satoru engage into a silent argument. the tension in the fitting room section is so thick, you think it’ll take a special grade weapon to slice through it.

trying to alleviate the mood you tell gojo, “satoru, you really don’t have to–”

“i’m buying you that dress.”

“o-okay.”

half an hour later, satoru happily strolls out of the store with an arm around your shoulder like he’d just won the lottery.

perhaps gojo is just naturally flirty, you had tried to reason to shoko and utahime.

it’s been a week since the eye-opening conversation with the two and you’ve found yourself on cleaning duty with said snow-haired boy. it was a miracle that satoru even showed up. he had a tendency to skip his turns, often resulting in a long lecture from yaga.

as the two of you worked silently in the empty classroom, you couldn't help but admire the setting sun. its golden rays painted the sky with hues of pink and orange, casting a warm glow over everything. unknowingly, while you gazed at the sky, gojo's gaze was firmly fixed on you.

breaking the silence, he asked, "have you ever thought about getting married?"

his question caught you off guard, causing you to momentarily pause from wiping the windows.

“not really,” you replied, biting your lip gently. “unless my family decides to arrange a marriage. you know how unforgiving the world of jujutsu sorcery is.”

gojo's grip on the broom tightened, his eyes locking onto yours with a newfound intensity.

"we should get married y'know," he blurted out.

the piece of cloth you were using slipped from your hand in shock. surely, he couldn't mean what he was saying. after all, the two of you were only second years.

“what?”

“i’m saying i think i’m in love with you.”

“oh.”

silence engulfs the room once more before a soft giggle escapes your lips.

satoru can only watch, entranced.

“that’s good to hear! i love you too– and suguru and shoko! perhaps the four of us should all just get married.” you chuckle into your hand.

satoru can't help but stare at your hand in envy. perhaps if he were the palm of your hand, he’d be able to feel the touch of your lips.

but he couldn’t. he was cursed as a man with an overpowered innate technique, and despite it all he couldn’t even gain the one thing he desired. gojo satoru watched you, eyes filled with a mixture of longing and defeat.

his devastation does not go unnoticed by you.

you were under the impression that he was grumpy because yaga had forced him into cleaning with you.

"cheer up, satoru! if we finish early enough," you continue, your tone highspirited, "we can go to the new crepe shop that opened last week. my treat!" you winked, and that immediately caught his attention.

“like a date?” his eyes sparkled with hope.

you shrug, a smile on your face. “i suppose if you look at it from a certain perspective…”

“great, it’s a date!”

good things come to those who wait, satoru thinks, humming happily as he starts to sweep the room at an inhumane pace.

maybe in ten years time the two of you will be happily married with eight kids, he smiles to himself.

#kt.writes.·:*¨༺#gojo fluff #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru x you #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojou satoru x you #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #this is me coping bc of the leaks

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