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call me by my name, won't you?
summary: suguru really wants you to call him by his first name, come on, won't you be so kind to indulge him? (678 words)
"right, geto? don't you agree?" you giggle as you explain to suguru a ridiculous post you scrolled pass on your fyp. the usual ritual of you yapping away as suguru quietly listens with every comment now and then. he breaks the silence with his reply.
"suguru" he says softly correcting you, paying little attention to your question.
"hm?"
"call me suguru... don't you think we're pass formalities now? we've known each other for a few months," he exhales. he sits comfortably on the chair with his legs spread out and his papers piled on the desk that he's been looking over as you speak to him.
Carmine - Pokemon Horizons - Episode 69
— suguru geto headcanons.
bf!suguru geto who falls in love again and again every time he spies on you when you don’t look at him.
bf!suguru geto who is the least clingy boyfriend you’ve ever experienced but those occasional physical contacts — although it’s just a mere brushing hand — can give you butterflies anyone else can ever give you.
bf!suguru geto whose love language is quality time — go to the cinema, have a picnic, go to the museum, an aquarium, or chill out with you on his/your bed and cuddle with quiet sweet words.
bf!suguru geto who never ever raises his voice at you in an argument, even if you were wrong — he will listen to you till you finish to draw what you harbor resentment. he LISTENS.
bf!suguru geto who gives you princess treatment just because. he doesn’t have to justify himself.
bf!suguru geto who is always soft-spoken with you and when you let him understand that you don’t hear what he’s saying, he lowers himself to your height and repeats what he said in your ear to see a blush spread from your cheeks to your whole face.
bf!suguru geto who will watch your favorite series/movie, read your favorite book to talk for hours and hours about it, and relish your fangirlism.
bf!suguru geto who can’t sleep at all if at least one of you two don’t spoon one’s middle. it’s a need.
i just know satoru’s the type to lean down when you two are making out while standing up, and he literally pushes himself into your personal space because he cannot physically get enough of you. like his hands are gripping your flesh, your thighs, your ass, and then his hand wraps around your neck and when you try to pull away to breathe, he chases after your lips and pecks them repeatedly.
“no no no—come back here, please,”
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"Please, I highly doubt there is anyone out there that I could actually date and be happy with."
Gojo doesn't exactly remember how he, Suguru, and Shoko got into such a conversation, but here they were anyway.
Suguru grinned at his friend, "really Satoru? The world is a big place, maybe you just haven't met them yet."
"Yeah," Shoko started, "they could be anywhere. You may even meet them today."
Satoru scoffed and stood up from his desk. His chair being pushed back as he held his arms out.
"Fine! Watch this!"
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath
"If there is a god out there, please let the love of my life that i will spend eternity with and love till my last breath and even in death fall into my arms right this very instant!"
After a few seconds, Gojo smirked, "see? Nothing happened!"
Shoko sighed, "thats not what i-"
There was a sudden crack in the ceiling. The floor shaking slightly as if someone was thrown right onto the roof. Which was when the three sensed a cursed spirit and a sorcerer fighting just outside. But before anyone could move, the ceiling gave way and someone fell right into Gojo's outstretched arms.
"Oh wow, nice catch," you said as if you weren't thrown so hard to the point that your body went straight through the roof.
Gojo couldn't keep his mouth from falling open as he continued to stare at your smiling face.
Both Suguru and Shoko snickered at the sight.
"Looks like your prayer was answered after all, Satoru."
"Huh? Prayer?"
You glanced around the room before you felt Gojo's grip tighten around you causing you to look back up at him.
"Marry me."
"...hah?"
wanted to write a drabble about this canon factoid about gojo and his inoue waka lockscreen. ugh, he's such a loser i miss him.
☆ — gn! reader (no pronouns mentioned), fluff, set in 2007, pining gojo, percieved to be in the same universe as not so invisible string (but can be read as a standalone) so also tagging eventual friends to lovers…
“You’ll never get a girlfriend if you keep that as your phone’s wallpaper,” Shoko says as she scrunches her nose in disdain at the promiscuous photo of Inoue Waka clad in a tiny baby blue two-piece bathing suit.
Stunned by her sudden accusatory (and unprovoked) comment, Gojo blinks at his home screen once, then twice before he slides his gaze sideways to the brunette beside him. Shoko’s still looking at him as if he had pissed his pants or something, her judging gaze flitting back between him and his flip phone.
What’s wrong with his wallpaper?
Gojo didn’t think much of it when he set it on his phone last week. Even Geto hadn’t shown much of a reaction when he got a glimpse of the new home screen. Inoue’s a beautiful woman and this photo of her on the beach doused with seawater complimented her features really well.
Straightening his posture in his chair, Gojo juts out his chin a little, ready to shut down Shoko’s slander on his choice of wallpaper. “Well, I think it’s quite nice—”
“It’s too horny.”
He cringes a bit at that.
Shoko waves a dismissive hand in the air, unbothered about how Gojo’s eyebrows are tightly pinched together with artificial offence and betrayal. She quickly follows her statement with, “Your lock screen is the first thing people see when you show them your phone, right?”
A wounded pout is the only response Shoko gets, so she continues. “So make it something meaningful. Just… just anything but that,” she scoffs, harshly pointing a pale pink nail at the offending picture.
Something meaningful, huh?
Gojo presses his cheek into his palm and thinks of a million and one things he could set his screen to. Then, as if a light bulb went off in his head— shining light onto every crevice in his mind— he’s presented with the one.
Easy.
NOT SO INVISIBLE STRING — GOJO SATORU
synopsis: the universe has a funny way of working. gojo always knew he was destined to be with you and so did others. it just took some time for you to figure that out as well.
content warning(s): FLUFF! eventual smut so 18+ mdni, fem! reader, pining gojo (sooo cute), mutual pining, friends to lovers, unproetected sex, gojo calling you baby multiple times while going innn.
word count: 6.8k zoo wee mama... pls read anyway or i'll d—
SPRING 2008
“So, you’re not gonna miss me? Not even a little?”
An arm was suddenly thrown across your shoulders, leaving you to bear its weight. The press of his uniform stuck to your nape, making his presence all the more difficult to ignore.
Fellow students bustled and sidestepped their way around you two, some even falter in their steps to ogle briefly at the scene unfolding before them.
“Satoru, move!” Shoko— your saviour— jabs Gojo’s side, urging him to budge, but to no avail.
He’s still tethered to your side, twirling around his diploma in his unoccupied hand despite your best efforts to create space between you two. “You’re literally blocking people’s way toward the gates,” she says.
It’s graduation day and the last day of school for the spring semester, bringing the school year to yet another successful end. It also meant that today would be the last time your upperclassmen would walk on school grounds as students.
mhm
satoru can't sleep without having his hands on you. he needs to be touching you in some way, he needs to. one of his favourite things to do is to just slip his hands under your shirt as he's snuggled up against your back, and to pull you flush to his chest so there isn't a single inch between you.
he buries his face in the crook of your neck, your hair, and breathes you in as he melts into you, the exhaustion finally taking over. his eyes grow heavy at the feel of your steady heartbeat, your own breathing, and he realizes that nothing has ever felt more right.
his thighs press against yours as he curls himself around you, a small, happy smile playing on his lips when in your slumber, you try to wiggle yourself deeper into him in return. he can imagine the little pout on your face, your scrunched brows – his baby.
his big arms tighten around your middle and he gives you a squeeze, his silent way of telling you that he's there and that he'll never leave.
warmth spreads all over his body when your hands find his under your shirt and you give him a little squeeze back. he knows you're alseep. but you're still looking for him, still searching for him in the darkness. still holding him.
still loving him, even when you're out like a light.
he sows his devotion into your skin with the lightest kiss right below your ear before letting his eyes fall shut. you're safe and sound, loved and cherished – and that's all he needs to know. so, he welcomes sleep with a tired smile, his hand in yours as you protect him from the dreams that desire to torment him. he, too, is safe and sound, loved and cherished – in the arms of his one and only. his everything.
currently thinking about supportivebf!gojo
supportivebf!gojo who believes that you can do absolutely no wrong and defends your every action as if his life fucking depends on it.
"damn, my girl ran you over with a bus, reversed, then got out and shot you twice in the foot? what did you do?? sounds like a you issue, honestly. she'd never do anything like that unprovoked."
supportivebf!gojo who writes inspirational quotes on post-it notes and sticks them on your mirror so that whenever you're doing your makeup or skincare, you're reminded of how amazing you are and how much he loves you.
supportivebf!gojo who will stay up til silly o'clock with you if you have an assignment or project due the next day, refusing to sleep unless you're with him. it takes you longer bc he's distracting.
supportivebf!gojo who doubles up as your personal hype man, giving his 100% honest opinions when you ask how you look. (you always look perfect in his eyes).
"baby, trust me on this, that skirt makes your ass look fat but in a really good way. like the kind of good way that gets my dick hard-"
supportivebf!gojo who is adamant about being there for you as much as humanly possible, making it his life mission to be the best boyfriend ever and make you the happiest person alive.
supportivebf!gojo who hates anyone you hate even if he's never met them.
"and i don't even like emily-" "i know right? emily is such a bitch, i don't even know where she gets all that attitude because she's built like a fucking horse-" "satoru, you have never seen, heard, or breathed around her." "yeah, but if you don't like someone, by default neither do i because you and i are a package sweetheart!!"
bestfriend!gojo he’s so possessive. like what you mean you have other friends? no he is your only friend.
bestfriend!gojo often hosts sleepovers. at his place, you have your own toothbrush (he bought it), clothes, and even a few pairs of underwear. despite having guest rooms, in the end of the night you always both end up sleeping in the same bed. he will come in and ask you to scratch his back and then peacefully fall asleep in your bed.
bestfriend!gojo’s so touch deprived even when he’s asleep. he’ll suffocate you with his arms. don’t try to move to the other side of the bed, you’ll only hearing him whining and pulling you closer to him.
bestfriend!gojo always lays his head on your back when you're studying or on your stomach while you're scrolling through social media. And don't even try to say that he’s heavy or it’s hot. In response, he’ll just whine that you’re not paying attention to him.
bestfriend!gojo knows ur skincare routine by heart. he openly stares at you: how you apply drops of serum on your face and how you spread cream over your soft skin. for him, it’s like hypnosis. there’s something that keeps him captivated.
bestfriend!gojo secretly checks how much product is left and orders a new one online.
want part 2? lmk
hey guys here some gojo headcanons i hope u enjoyed it.
and english is not my native language so there may be some grammar errors oops
i would appreciate it if you could leave a comment or reblog!
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Gojo Satoru is nothing but a weapon.
During the first week of your transfer, that’s what you realised everyone thought. The higher ups, his colleagues, even his students. They all knew deep down, when it comes down to it, Gojo would be a weapon that they could wield for victory. He is the strongest sorcerer, what else could they think of him? That’s what he was summed up to be, even if that’s not all that he was.
Even if Gojo tried, subconsciously, to show off his amazing, colourful personality to the world of Jujutsu Sorcerers, they turned their heads away and ignored it, as if silently asking him to be the strongest, and that’s all. You saw it in Nanami, when he disregarded Gojo’s playful banter by asking him to be mature, or in the second years, who downright ignored him wherever he cracked jokes or played around. Even Megumi, ignored his benefactor, usually annoyed and bothered by his presence.
Because if he wasn’t being useful, why would they care?
If he wasn’t talking about curses, they didn’t listen.
If he wasn’t out on a mission, they didn’t care.
If he wasn’t teaching, they didn’t listen.
Why would they waste their time putting up with him if he wasn’t giving something in return?
Why would they listen?
That’s the dynamic you picked up on pretty quickly; you were smart when it came to social situations. Though you knew they cared for Gojo, and their intentions were not to make him feel bad, you couldn’t shake away the unbelievable unease that accompanied when you thought about how he must feel, being ignored time after time for letting his personality show. He’d never admit it, but you just knew.
So, you decided you’d be the person who acknowledges him.
You’d listen when he spoke about anything and everything.
You’d laugh at his many jokes, again and again.
You’d play along when he made his funny gestures, making your own hand hearts and ridiculous kissy faces.
You’d crack even worse jokes in front of him in hopes that he’d laugh.
You’d buy him the kikufuku he spoke about one time, because you knew it would make him happy.
You didn’t care how unprofessional or childish you seemed to anyone else.
Because to you, Gojo Satoru was just Satoru. He wasn’t just the strongest, he wasn’t just the honoured one, he wasn’t just a tool in battle.
He is the most welcoming person you’ve ever met. He’s the funniest man you’ve ever had the honour of knowing. He’s charmingly childish, and always makes you laugh. He makes sure you’re full after a long day at work. He makes sure you’re happy when you’re with him. He makes sure you can find an ounce of joy in this cold, cursed world.
You make sure he knows how much he means to you. You make sure he knows someone listens to his jokes. You make sure he knows he can share his personality with you. You make sure he knows he’s welcome anytime with you. You make sure he knows he’s human.
Gojo Satoru is not a weapon.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄
pairing: gojo satoru x f!reader summary: a collection of moment where gojo finds himself falling harder and harder for you. genre: fluff, strangers to lovers, idiots in love i think notes: technically a prequel to "the lesser of two (presumed) evils" but can be read as a standalone, spoilers for jjk manga + anime, the exchange event scene is complete bs idk wtf happens but bear with me pls wc: ~4.8k
Gojo Satoru is sixteen years old when he first meets you.
You're half hidden behind Haibara, walking next to Nanami and nodding sagely as you listen to him speak. There's a smug grin on Gojo's face as he approaches the three of you, thinking about how impressed his underclassmen will be when they learn about the special grade curse he just took care of.
He's lost in thought— thinking about the best vocabulary to use in order to finally, finally, gain Nanami's respect— when Haibara finally moves out of his line of sight. He watches as Haibara turns to face you and Nanami, walking backwards as he finally participates in your conversation.
There's a brief second during which Gojo thinks the world pauses, his mouth going dry and brain going blank when he gets a good look at you. Haibara's sudden movement has left you entirely exposed, and Gojo tries his hardest to ignore the way his heart stutters when he sees you're smile.
"Ah, Nanami! I'm back!"
He bites back a laugh when he sees Nanami stiffen, robotically looking over at him and giving him a pained look before sending a nod his way. He doesn't hesitate before throwing an arm around his shoulders, swaying back and forth as he hold his underclassman close.
"You'll never believe how ginormous the curse I was assigned to exorcise was!" Gojo exclaims, wincing as Nanami elbows him in an attempt to push him away. He tightens his hold.
"Get away from me," Nanami grumbles, an embarrassed expression on his face as he gives up and crosses his arms.
"I will, I promise. But first," Gojo pauses, tilting his head down to look your way with his bright, blue eyes. "Who's this? It's rude to not introduce people, y'know?"
Nanami rolls his eyes before muttering your name, sighing in relief when Gojo lets him go in order to approach you. He makes sure to give Haibara a nod before coming to a stop in front of you and repeating your last name.
"I've heard of your clan," Gojo says, one hand in his pocket as he extends the other towards you. "Your cursed technique is powerful when you truly have a handle on it, or so I've heard. I'm Gojo Satoru."
He can see the slight hesitance in your eye, the uncertainness of meeting someone new visible even as you look away from him to glance at Nanami and Haibara. He decides he likes your attitude when you square your shoulders and shake his hand firmly, all traces of nervousness gone as you hold your head up high and meet his gaze.
"It's a pleasure," you say in response. "I've heard great things about your clan."
You speak your words so casually that Gojo is half tempted to ask if you truly know who he is; if you know just how powerful he and his clan are. But he hesitates when he sees the small smile on your face, and he realizes that you do know. You know exactly how important his name is and here you are, doing your best to have a normal conversation with him.
He thinks you're kind, and he's unsure if there is room for kindness in the world of jujutsu sorcery.
"So, how does your cursed technique work?"
The words tumble out of his mouth before he can stop himself, and he takes note of the way your fingers brush against his as you let go of his hand. A flash of surprise crosses your face before you realize that Gojo is genuinely asking, and your eyes light up as you start to explain, hand waving around for emphasis as you talk about the finer details of your technique.
Gojo only catches half the words you say, too distracted by the way your lips move to form words and the way your nose scrunches when you try to think about a good metaphor for what you can do to fully pay attention.
In fact, he's so distracted that he doesn't seem to notice that you don't stop talking, not even to catch your breath. You're so rattled by Gojo's sheer presence— his pretty eyes, his bright smile, and his ruffled hair— that you keep on rambling, using your hands as you speak in an attempt to prevent the others from noticing how they shake with nerves.
𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐀 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄!
pairing: gojo satoru x reader summary: college au! in which you argue with the school's golden boy (in your defense, you didn't know!) and then find yourself unable to avoid him no matter where you go. genre: college au! strangers to lovers, humor notes: mentions of alcohol, college shenanigans, wingman geto!, shoko refuses to be gojo's wingwoman wc: ~6.5k
a shiver runs down your spine as you exit the stuffy house, the cool air a stark contrast to the warm atmosphere inside.
you smile as you heard a loud cheer, excusing yourself as you squeeze past the two boys who were celebrating their beer pong win. you stumble slightly when one of the boys leans a little too far back, swaying drunkenly as he gives you a remorseful look and let out a small ‘sorry!’. bumping into something as you waved him off, you do your best to keep your drink from spilling, slightly leaning against whatever you had bumped into in an attempt to regain your balance.
"watch where you're going," a bored voice drawls, causing you to turn around. you look up to meet the person's eyes, instead being met with shiny, white hair framing a handsome face. you feel your face heat up as you study the stranger carefully, taking in his casual posture before observing the dark sunglasses that are perched on his nose. wait, sunglasses? at night? you realize you've been staring for too long when he suddenly leans down, looking you over before speaking. "what? you like what you see?"
his words snap you out of your thoughts, and you instinctively take a step back as you notice how close he is. his actions cause his sunglasses to slip down, giving you a glimpse of bright, blue irises that seem to glow in the dim lighting. you shake your head softly, clutching your cup to your chest nervously as you try to avoid eye contact with him.
"what? no!" you vehemently deny, frowning as you notice the amused smile on his face. "i was just going to say i'm sor—"
"i don't care," he cuts you off, his tone smug as he watches you stumble over your words. you balk for a few seconds, gathering your thoughts before scowling at him. he might've been pretty, that was quickly overshadowed by his irritating personality.
"you really should be more aware of your surroundings," he continues, glancing down at the cup held tightly between your hands. "or maybe you should stop drinking. i dunno, just an idea."
"what? this isn't even alcohol!" you protest, nose scrunching up as you look at him with distaste. you take a step forward, pointing a finger at him accusingly. "you were facing me! maybe you should've warned me before i bumped into you."
"sure it isn't," he replies smoothly, a wide grin on his face as he reaches out to grab your finger and wiggle it around. "and maybe, you're just a klutz."
you yank your hand out of his grasp, stumbling back slightly as you half-cross your arms, making sure your cup remains stable. you ignore the way your heart jumps at the contact. "i am not a klutz! and listen here sunglasses, this cup is full of water."
"you sure you're not drunk?" he asks, a condescending smirk on his face as he takes a step towards you. "you're stumbling an awful lot for someone who's sober. or is it because i make you nervous?"
"you know what?" you seethe, fed up with the white-haired stranger in front of you. "here, taste it."
before you can think your actions through, you toss your water in his face. "refreshing, isn't it?"
𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮
𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐧𝐢
pairing: geto suguru x f!reader summary: moments between you and geto, and how you inevitably ended up in his bed. genre: smut, college au, ends in fluff, geto is whipped tbh notes/warnings: mdni, vaginal sex, squirting, creampie, praise kink!, mentions of womanizer gojo bc it makes me giggle, somewhat flirty geto, flirty gojo, shoko smokes, mentions of alcohol, first time posting smut pls be nice it's mid at best. rushed and barely edited!! yes this is a repost oops. wc: ~4.9k
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if someone had told you five months ago that you would eventually end up in geto suguru's bed, you would've laughed in their face.
the names geto suguru and gojo satoru were notorious across your campus, and yet you had never interacted with them before you met ieiri shoko. gojo satoru was known for his flirtatious tendencies, and with a simple smile and a flash of his bright, blue eyes he was able to get most people fall for him. he had no shortage of admirers or flings, and he took great pride in the fact that none of his short-lived romances had ever ended badly.
geto suguru, on the other hand, had rarely been seen pursuing anyone. there were rumors, of course, of the lucky individuals that had gotten to spend the night with him, but geto had never taken it upon himself to confirm or deny any of them.
you couldn't care less about either one of their love lives, but no matter what classes you took and no matter who you sat next to, they always became a topic of conversation.
"so, are you going?"
you looked up from your notes to see your seatmate— mika, you think her name was— looking at you curiously. you gave her a puzzled look, earning an exasperated one in return before she leaned in.
"to the party tonight?" she whispered conspiratorially. "you know, the one gojo and geto are hosting?"
"no," you replied, turning back to your notes in hopes of ending the conversation. the truth was that you were attending, you were just hoping to get in, get tipsy, and leave before anything interesting could happen. in addition to being attractive, gojo satoru was also loaded, and that usually meant that he supplied all the alcohol at his parties without demanding some sort of payment from anyone who attended. as a broke college student, who were you to turn down free alcohol?
"you should," mika continued, a soft giggle leaving her lips as she jotted down some notes. "i heard geto will actually be there this time. something about it being in his honor."
your nose scrunched at her soft sigh, and she gave you a look of disbelief when you remained unimpressed with her news.
"you know, he barely shows up to these things, even though he lives there," she pressed on, biting her lip as she giggles.
"look," you said, not unkindly. "i'm gonna be honest with you; i could not care less about either one of them."
mika huffed before turning away, and you sighed in relief when she made no effort to continue the conversation. you looked away when you hear a snort coming from your left, and you raised your gaze to meet a pair of tired, brown eyes.
"not a fan of gojo and geto?" the girl asked, earning an amused laugh from you.
"i wouldn't know," you replied truthfully, shrugging casually. "never met 'em."