Ella ₊˚✧

she/her ✧ ‘97 only SatoSugu fanart at the moment! i like to draw on my free time more active on twt! ✦ @satur_nya don't repost, please! art tag ✧ my links

[satur-nya]

« He takes out his phone.

He opens the scheduling app.

He finds Dr. Yaga’s contact.

He types: 𝘊𝘰𝘥𝘦 𝘎𝘦𝘨𝘰 𝘌𝘙 𝘵𝘸𝘰. »

⋆｡𖦹˚.★ 𝐦𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬 by the amazing @missluverpoolfc, a hospital AU, enemies-to-lovers gego!

archiveofourown.org/works/83467531

[satur-nya]

a little plus!

‎gego’s medical credentials that i worked on together with mai! ⋆ ୨୧ ˚⟡˖ ࣪

‎feel the power of their titles!! 😭💫

[satur-nya]

« He takes out his phone.

He opens the scheduling app.

He finds Dr. Yaga’s contact.

He types: 𝘊𝘰𝘥𝘦 𝘎𝘦𝘨𝘰 𝘌𝘙 𝘵𝘸𝘰. »

⋆｡𖦹˚.★ 𝐦𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬 by the amazing @missluverpoolfc, a hospital AU, enemies-to-lovers gego!

archiveofourown.org/works/83467531

[missluverpoolfc]

𝒻𝒾𝒸 𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒶

𝓂𝓎 𝓃𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇

𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘰 𝘹 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘫𝘰

𝟣𝟣𝟧𝟧 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴.

Suguru just moved to Tokyo to study instrumental music at the prestigious Geidai. He is a pianist and everyone says he has a once is a generation talent. Suguru is excited to be in Taito, his parents helped him rent a place close to the university; right in the centre of the artistic scene

It’s Suguru first evening at his flat, and he’s laying on the floor because he doesn’t have a couch yet, his back is killing him since he had to carry his piano practically alone (an upright August förster that he’s extremely proud of).

He’s kind of considering sleeping right there, doesn’t matter it’s only 9:30 p.m., he’s tired. It's a big step for him, he can feel all his dreams start becoming true. He closes his eyes and breathes deeply… then he hears it.

Soft tap tap taps against his ceiling. Moving from left to right and back again. Silence and then a big tuck!

Suguru stares at his ceiling, puzzled. Are his neighbours remodelling? Decorating? Or just like himself, just moving in and that’s what the noise is about? It doesn’t sound like furniture being moved around though, but Suguru stops thinking about it a second later, he’s hungry now. So he gets up the floor, takes his keys and leaves to buy some food.

The thing is… that is just the beginning.

For the next week, everyday at 9 p.m., on the dot, the noises start. The soft tap tap tap. The louder tuck! And a weird swift sound that Suguru cannot quite place. It’s all quite odd, but not annoying or disrupting. Just… odd. So he pays not mind to it, after all he has a lot to think about now that classes start next Wednesday.

Actually, he pays not mind to the noise at all until three months later, when he has his first assignment. He needs to compose a somber tune but the tuck tap tap tap whoosh, don’t let him concentrate. Suguru waits, because he knows the sounds will stop in an hour or so, he’ll work on his music then.

Suguru does this for a week. He waits and starts composing once the noises on his ceiling stop. Until he gets a notification from the building's management, telling he’s gotten a complaint and he can’t play music after 9 p.m.

What a load of bull—Suguru doesn’t get angry at the manager. He politely accepts the write off and says he understands and won’t do it again. Oh, but he’s angry. Seething!

The logical thing to do is start composing before the noises in the ceiling start, right? Around 7 or 6, but that’s when Suguru is at the gym! He could sacrifice his gym hours for a week or so, just to finish this assignment or use the university’s pianos and hours to compose. But he’s not thinking logically right now. He was aggravated! So, of course, he goes to the fourth floor and bangs at his neighbour’s door. 10 minutes of this with not answer.

Okay, fine! He’ll try again, later. It’s obvious no one is home at the moment. Suguru does indeed try again when the noises start.

He hears the firsts tap tap taps and he’s out of his flat and climbing the stairs to bang at his neighbour’s door again. Another 10 mins of it and not.fucking.answer!

He knows someone is home! He can hear them making their whoosh and tuck sounds! After a few more minutes of banging at the door Suguru gives up and goes back to his apt.

Next day, he’s a lot less outraged but definitely annoyed and grumpier. The noises start and he goes to the fourth floor to bang at the door even if it’s fruitless.

Back at his flat he stares at the ceiling for a few minutes before he gets too fed up to stay still. So, he does the most logical thing he can think of: he goes to the fire exit and takes a leap up towards his neighbour's floor. It’s fine, easy. He exercises a lot, his core muscles are ripped. And he’s resolute in having a few words with his neighbour.

Except, he stops as soon as he pushes his torso into the other’s fire exit. Because… because the person inside the flat is dancing and it's mesmerising.

Suguru’s neighbour—a tall, white haired man—has headphones on, and is doing pirouettes, jumps, twirls and standing on the tips of his toes in an obvious ballet routine.

Suguru stares at him, captivated, before dropping down to his floor. It’s fine—he tells himself—he will talk to his neighbour another time because he’s not about to interrupt another artist doing his craft. Suguru knows how valuable an artist time is.

But another time never comes. Suguru finishes his composition using the pianos at the univertisy, and every evening at 9 p.m., he lays on his living room and looks at the ceiling as the noises begin.

Now that he knows what the noises are—now that he’s seen him—he can’t help but wonder, amazed, what his neighbour is dancing to: mainstream Tchaikovsky, Prokofiev… or perhaps not jus ballet but Bach, Hendel, Chopin. Suguru is probably totally projecting; sue him. But he tries to identify who and what exactly his neighbour is dancing to, based solely on the tap tap tap on the floor. And if from time to time he leaps up to the fire exit of the 4th floor to watch, even for a couple minutes, his neighbour dance.

He’s not hurting anyone. He's pretty sure his neighbour neevr notices him at the fire exit. But then he bumps into his neighbour on the stairs and oh my god... isn’t that the most beautiful creature to ever exist? Exquisit. Eyes as blue as the sea during summer, white soft-looking hair. And that face.

It becomes a problem, then. Because Suguru wants to see him again, talk to him perhaps, definitely. And he starts trying to casually run into his neighbour on the stairs again. Totally not by accident. But Suguru doesn’t seem to get the schedule right. And he doesn’t want to, like, stalk the guy. So he is left staring at his ceiling every evening just… imagining.

Until, without intention and just out of dumb luck, he gets to fill in for the pianist at the Tokyo ballet, it’s just a week and Suguru won’t even get paid right away. None of it matters because as Suguru enters the studio, the most beautiful human being to ever exist is right there, stretching his endless legs at the bars in a knitted oversized sweater and white tights.

Suguru feels like he just got struck by lightning or perhaps all the air in his lungs was sucked out of him—he doesn’t know, he doesn’t care—because someone calls his neighbour’s name and now Suguru hears it… 𝒮𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓊.

(everyone feel free to use this idea for a fic)

[missluverpoolfc]

𝔣𝔦𝔠 𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔞

𝔊𝔢𝔤𝔬 𝔗𝔞𝔯𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔶𝔢𝔫 𝔓𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰

𝘤𝘸: 𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘦𝘯-𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 ¡𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘵. 𝘮-𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘨.

𝔖uguru's grandmother was a Targaryen princess who married a Baratheon, then Suguru's mum married into the Targaryen line again because that is what they do—they are incestuous™. The current King is Suguru’s uncle.

That's how Suguru ended up being the prettiest man in the realms. He has long, dark Baratheon hair and purple Targaryen eyes; he is tall and muscular like a Baratheon, but with the fairness and delicate, androgynous features of a Targ.

And of course, Suguru is a dragon-rider. His dragon egg hatched just a week after his birth: a beautiful white beast with a blue belly. Now, at twenty-three, he has one of the largest dragons in the family, and their bond is incredibly strong from having grown up together.

Suguru is also a knight. Songs of his feats in battle are sung even across the Narrow Sea. Even though he is a dragon-rider who could burn entire armies in minutes, he often fights alongside common foot soldiers and other knights.

One day, the King organises a tourney meant for the Targaryen princes who are too far down the succession line to pick wives from different Houses to form alliances. There, Prince Suguru shakes the Seven Kingdoms to its core by crowning the "Queen of Love and Beauty." He chooses none other than the Prince of Dragonstone himself: Satoru.

Prince Satoru accepts the flower crown with a love-sick, delighted grin on his face. The two Targaryen princes spend the rest of the day quietly talking, pacing the grounds and gardens. The contrast of their hair—one dark and the other so silver it almost looks white—could have fooled someone into forgetting they are cousins.

That same night, Satoru and Suguru elope to Dragonstone and marry in the Targaryen way. The news runs like fire through the realms and everyone is scandalized—except, of course, the Targaryen family. Every twenty years or so, some "stupid princes" simply fall in love with their cousins or brothers, and that's not the problem. They are Targaryens; that’s what they do.

The real problem is when they refuse to reproduce with their female relatives. They need to produce children with Targaryen women to ensure the fertility of their dragons and the survival of the dynasty. Moreover, Satoru is the Heir to the Throne. He absolutely needs children—many of them.

The King calls for the cousins—now husbands—and gives them the talk™: "You can fuck your cousin, but for the sake of the realm, you need to marry your female cousin, sister, or aunt and produce enough children to keep the dragons fertile."

"No. Satoru is mine," Prince Suguru holds his ground, calmly informing the King—his uncle and now father-in-law. "I dare you to try and part him from me."

The King loses his shit. Satoru is his firstborn, his only child, and the Heir to the Crown. But he knows he cannot risk fighting a dragon-rider like Suguru, nor can he risk their precious dragons just to get Satoru back. The options are an immediate civil war or a future succession crisis. The King must treat this with the utmost care.

Two moons later, a raven comes to the Red Keep with news: the Prince of Dragonstone is with child. Not only that, his dragon has laid such massive clutches of eggs that they are still digging them out from the lava under Dragonmont.

Only nine moons after the tourney, Prince Satoru gives birth to a son, a princeling with silver hair and purple eyes. A dragon is placed in his cradle in the Targaryen tradition. He is the first of six children Prince Satoru would produce with his cousin-husband, Suguru: five princes with silver hair and one princess with dark hair. All grow to be dragon-riders just like their fathers.

(everyone feel free to use this idea for a fic)

[satur-nya]

revisiting my japan memories and turning them into gego moments 🎏

i’ve been going through photos from my last trip and felt like trying something new, erasing myself from them and letting gego exist in those places instead. it’s a soft way of revisiting memories i really cherish, while also playing with art and nostalgia at the same time!!

trying something new and seeing where it goes ✨

📍 funatsu, fujikawaguchiko

[satur-nya]

ringing in the new year with gego! 🌠🎐

this piece was inspired by one of hudcon’s magazine shoots, which unfortunately own my soul at this point,,

you can find the original photo i used as reference here: [link]

wishing everyone a happy new year!! i hope 2026 brings more inspiration, more time to draw, and that i can keep sharing more art with you all 💫✨

[satur-nya]

i came across a set of reference photos (linked here) and immediately thought of jock!gego,, it was supposed to be a quick redraw, but once i started there was no going back!!

the photos were insanely jock!gego coded, so i had to do it,, 🏈✨

consider this my small contribution to the cause!! no thoughts, just jock!gego!!

[satur-nya]

soft boy hours 🌤️

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i’m in my jjk era and i just love drawing satoru a little too much 🙇‍♀️ i wanted to do some anatomy practice with my boys and made this, hope you like it! <3 i also have an alt lighting version if anyone is interested, i didn’t know how to post it!

[satur-nya]

silly boyfriends, fishies, and a lazy afternoon 🌤️

[frickedo]

color practice with #satosugu

[satur-nya]

Thank u for undooming my yaoi🖤🤍

wAAAA u r welcome!!!! i won’t ever let gego have a bad ending, not on my watch 🫡🩵🩵

[hunnismokah]

hes so breedable WHAT who said that

[satur-nya]

aquarium date 🐟⋆｡𖦹˚.★

[satur-nya]

WAAAA thank you for the love for the art!

also thanks for noticing their hands I put extra care drawing them intertwining their fingers in a oh-so lovely way 🥺🩵

[xamallo]

dear lord when i get to heaven

[satur-nya]

It’s been ages (literally!) since I posted anything here, but when I recently logged back in I realized I somehow have 13,000 followers and that absolutely shocked me!!!!!! Thank you so much for the love!! <33 I promise I won’t vanish again!

Since 2019 (my last post here) life grabbed me by the ankles and dragged me around… I had to work a lot and didn’t have time to draw fanart anymore ㅠㅠ. I even stopped watching anime, which sucked so much! But recently I came back to my good ol’ weeb self and suddenly life started feeling fun again!

I’m back to drawing my favorite pairings and reading fanfiction, and honestly it’s doing wonders for my poor full-time office worker mental health oof! I’m just really sorry for my fellow KiriBaku lovers because that ship has long sailed away from my heart… but I hope you can still show love to my current obsessions!! <33

Thank you again for all the support even after all these years! <33

[satur-nya]

aquarium date 🐟⋆｡𖦹˚.★

[ferventisart]

lazy sketch