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Gojo’s fridge, 2006 & 2018
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Ghost with demons! TF 141 with dogs🐶 It's been a while painting full rendered pieces, enjoyed a lot! Inspired from awesome @yourfaithfulauthor's request.
"i asked chatgpt--" well i went to the elves for counsel, and they said both no and yes. so we're all fucked
suguru geto and zuko before a fight
Toji "the black sheep of zenin clan" Fushiguro
— 𝜗𝜚⋆ your daughter doesn’t like when satoru keeps his blindfold on.
you find him lying on the couch, head slumped against multiple pillows, and a blanket loosely wrapped around his body. a trip hazard if he were to get up, so to speak. the lights are dimmed, he’s got one arm tucked beneath his head while the other hangs off the couch. he’s not asleep, that much you know. “baby?” you call out, daughter happily tugging on your shirt and babbling into your neck.
satoru makes a soft sound, a greeting when words don’t come easily to him certain nights. he doesn’t move, doesn’t take his blindfold off, he just lies there contentedly while you walk over and carefully place your daughter onto his chest. she doesn’t stop her happy babbling, but now she’s with her dad and she’s cooing softly and slowly crawling up his chest; the arm hanging off the couch now wrapped around her loosely to make sure she doesn’t fall. “hi, sweetheart.” he keeps his voice soft and quite to try and drown out the throbbing migraine he’s dealing with.
“baaba!” her small, chubby hand pats at his cheek first, then it moves up slowly, and your eyes track every single one of her movements, especially when her fingers find the black material around his eyes. tugging it down fails on her first attempt, you know by the way she whines sadly and tries again. each time she can’t get it down, you can see the way satoru’s lip twitches in amusement just slightly. “dada!” a small hiccup sound emits from her, and finally, she tugs the fabric down just enough to see his bright blue eyes.
“dada’s here, baby, i promise.” satoru smiles at her.
from your spot on the other couch, satoru isn’t sure when you even sat down, you notice the way he strains his head up just enough for her, see’s the way his eyes flutter closed more than usual, and you can definitely see the way he’s trying his best not to let out any sounds of discomfort knowing how badly his headaches get sometimes. but she doesn’t know that, your daughter doesn’t know anything about the stuff he keeps from her, the stuff he tries to leave at the front door before coming home just to keep her safe. all she knows is that satoru is her daddy. “baby, maybe we should let daddy keep the blindfold on for a little bit longer, hm?”
she doesn’t pay attention to your words; she just places her small, delicate hands on his cheeks and squishes them carefully, giggling to herself. “s’okay, baby, don’t mind her taking it off to look at me for a while.” he shoots you a tired smile and finds himself laughing quietly when she blows a raspberry on his cheek suddnely. “thank you, sweet girl, i needed that.” his fingers wrap around one of her wrists and kisses her hand while moving the the hand from behind his head to trace the side of her face slowly. “i love you, you’re everything.”
she doesn’t understand what he’s saying fully, not yet, but she smiles and giggles happily like she does anyway.
his eyes droop again, and this time you can’t stop yourself from reaching over to tug the material back up over his eyes when he does wince, your heart breaking at your daughter’s distressed cries of it being back over his face and no longer able to see his eyes. “m’sorry, sweetheart, but daddy needs it right now.” you frown and wipe the tears already falling down her cheeks.
“daddy’s still here, angel.” satoru promises again, placing his hand on her back and murmuring soft words against her head when she tucks hers into the crook of his neck with a sigh. comfortable and safe.
quietly, you pull another blanket from the other couch, unfold it, and carefully place it over the two of them as best you can. you thread fingers through his white hair, and you smile fondly to yourself when he’s leaning into your touch as best he can without causing your daughter to fuss. “m’gonna get you some water, honey, do you want something for your head?”
“just the water, baby, thank you.”
he hears you go and his grip on his daughter tightens just slightly. her soft cooing sounds ground him, keep him above sea level and he listens to the way her breathing gets softer, her body relaxing more against his and the way her small fingers , which have a mind of their own, blindly grip the material of his blindfold.
“i love you,” he whispers against her forehead. “i know you don’t understand me right now, sweetheart, and that’s okay, just need you to know i love you, mommy loves you and we’ll protect you no matter what. i will do anything to keep you safe, cross my heart.” satoru sniffles and pulls the blanket you put over them, over her small body a little more. always wanting her to be warm.
by the time you came back with his water a few minutes later, your feet came to a halt when you took in the sight of your husband and daughter fast asleep together. smiling to yourself, without making too much noise, you place the glass of water on the coffee table before sitting down on the oak.
lightly threading you fingers through his hair again, you lean down enough to kiss both of them on their heads, doing everything you can to not wake them up. “goodnight my babies,” you pause, tucking the other half of the blanket under his chin. “i love you both so much.”
and satoru continues sleeping but with a soft smile on his lips.
sudden hugs from hakari, i love them sm
sudden hugs from hakari, i love them sm
Higunana my bbs 😩💖
wipp
this is what gege akutami does to his main characters
baby!yuji looks nothing like you..
after carrying your son around in your stomach for 9 months, and pushing through 8 hours of intense labour, you are now staring down at your beautiful baby boy with tired eyes.
he is beautiful, but he looks exactly like his father.
you huff. "he looks exactly like you"
"don't sound too excited" sukuna jokes, smoothing over yujis scarce pink hair.
you inspect the baby further, peering at his pink hair, the exact same shade as his daddy's, as well as the same skin tone and his little mouth laying perfectly flat along his face while he sleeps. your eyes follow his chubby arms and fingers and belly, baby fat almost promising that he will get as big and strong as his dad.
then you look up to his father, kuna's face resting in the same serious line while you watch him watching yuji. you reach up and cup sukuna's cheek. when his gaze meets yours you take in the details of his pretty eyes, his tattoos, and his markings below his eyes.
you snap your head back to yuji.
"kuna he even has your little markings" you whine, "he looks nothing like me... i pushed out your fatass baby and carried him for 9 months the least he could do is look a little like me.." you continued on.
sukuna holds back a laugh and smooths over your hair, "the next one will look exactly like you.. maybe a pretty little girl."
you grumble a little more but inevitably settle down and lay back onto the pillow. with yuji in your arms, and sukuna leaning over you both, carressing yujis face, you all sit there for a while.
yuji babbles a little in his sleep and cracks a little smile. "he must be dreaming" you softly mumble with a smile.
sukuna looks back and forth between you too. "he has your smile"
if you weren't so tired, you would've jumped for joy. "really?" you tuck yourself against sukunas chest, nuzzling him slightly.
he hums.
cutest smiles he's seen.
Love Gwin for giving some sympathy to Dunk
“It was a rotten thing they’ve done to you, and you were right in your reply”
Guys, what did i say? THE SEVEN KINGDOMS ARE GRIEVING, STOP SERVING CUNT!!!! Your father killed your uncle and you out there serving cunt???? shame.