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Drew this before act 3 came out lol what a time

all that glitters — gojo satoru x reader

a/n: it’s time we embrace that I am a loser who can not stick to a single decision

gojo gazed at the corpse of his friend, best friend. the shaky sigh that left his lips was inevitable.

he didn’t know if he will be able to destroy his body with his own hands and technique, so he chose to at least bury him in a secluded area. it’s only after the evening that gojo is done.

his eyes are dull, his eyes are tired, their void is dark.

the stars are not glittering.

today, he walks to the grave, looking at the stone where he carved his friend’s name. he had done this a thousand times, the only difference today is that you’re with him.

your hand in his, and your thumb stroking the back of his hand. he can’t help but let out a small sigh. you’re here at least, he thinks.

geto’s name name stares back at him; however, it’s less daunting now and he doesn’t know whether it’s the passage of time or your hand that’s grounding him.

“you okay?” you call in a soft voice. its sweetness startles him for a moment, but you don’t notice. he likes it, your voice.

after composing himself, he hums lightly as you finally come to a stop.

“was he was a good guy that succumbed to madness?” you speak up.

he shrugs, “not exactly, suguru was a great person, kinder than I am, more righteous; it’s just…” and he loses his words, they are on the tip of his tongue, but he doesn’t know what to say exactly.

you nod in understanding, “…I think I get it…”

his eyes slowly fixate on you, and you continue talking, “you know that it’s okay to feel remorse and sadness, right?”

he nods slowly, “but I am the strongest—if I am not in my best shape and standing tall then everything falls into chaos.”

you listen closely as he continues.

“some people’s faith is only there because they know that there is someone who is called the ‘strongest’ for a valid reason and can actually back it up,” he exhales, brows furrowing as he stares at the ground.

a bitter smile makes its way to your face, “that’s true in a sense, but that, in no way, erases the fact that you’re human.”

“you feel, you love, you care and you break like anyone else,” you look at him and he turns to you, and even with the blindfold on, you know he is looking you straight in the eyes.

your hands slowly go up to cup his face and gojo holds back from leaning into your touch, “what makes someone strong isn’t their inability to feel sadness, but the ability to feel it and then recover from it,” you pause and stroke his face, “you, satoru, have done that and you’ve proven to the world that you’re the strongest in more ways than one.”

he chuckles lightly, but it’s empty, “not all people think like you, y/n.”

“that’s because they’re blind,” you sharply respond making him smile slightly, “plus, you’re much more than the ‘strongest sorcerer’ to me and to a lot of people.”

“oh yeah?” he quips, anticipating your response and you nod with confidence.

“to some, you’re their mentor and their guidance, to others, you’re an irreplaceable friend and presence, and to me, you’re my husband and the love of my life,” you feel his hands come to rest on your hips and your husband can’t help but press a kiss to your palm.

he takes a breath, “sometimes I wonder just what did I do to deserve someone like you.”

you rest your forehead on his and smile, “well, fate just decided to put us together; who are we to say no?”

night has fallen, both in the sky and his eyes. both have stars that fill their canvas, but, for once, the stars in satoru’s eyes glitter and shine brighter than the ones in the sky.

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One thing I absolutely love about Astarion’s redemption arc is the complexity of his relationship with the figure of the hero.

Astarion is a vampire, a monster, and also a victim (as well as, in a way, a perpetrator, due to his forced obedience to Cazador). He is the first person in desperate need of a hero to save him and the last person suited for the role of a hero.

He prayed to every god for salvation, even for death, and even that was denied to him. He resents heroes and the powerful, and when confronted with the idea that both have a duty to protect the weak, he scornfully responds that no, they’ve done a terrible job—that in 200 years, no one saved him from torture, and that it was the mind flayers, other monsters, who finally freed him. And that, in reality, the powerful only use their strength to bend others to their will and serve their own selfish interests. It’s in this same conversation that Astarion declares his desire to be better than Cazador—stronger, more powerful—though the player likely meant kinder, more noble.

Yet, despite everything he says, despite his disapproval of every heroic action taken in Act 1, Astarion is irreversibly drawn to the figure of the hero. First and foremost, he seeks their protection, though still through the warped lens of his past under Cazador’s cruel talons. Secondly, he is extremely sensitive to kindness, understanding, acceptance—to being treated like a person, just as a true hero would treat him.

And then, this is something I particularly noticed while playing as Karlach—Astarion is fascinated by Wyll, who is, in many ways, the quintessential hero of the party. He even admits that if he had to choose one of them to feed on, it would be Wyll, because he is sweet and righteous, just. Which is a contradiction, because the very traits that draw Astarion to him are the same ones that make him want to drain him dry. Love and hate, all in one.

With this in mind, even the conversation after meeting Aurelia and Leon takes on a deeper meaning. The player sees something in Astarion, but he still refuses to recognize it, to admit it, and rightfully says he can’t be what we see in him—a good person, a righteous, understanding, even heroic figure. And yet, the player sees through him…

And it’s breathtaking when, during the ritual, just before stabbing Cazador, Astarion says those very same words: "You're right. I can be better than him." But this time, he doesn’t mean stronger or more powerful. No, this time, he means it exactly as it was first presented to him and so bitterly rejected. And he means it with all his heart.

And in doing so, in freeing all his siblings and all the poor souls imprisoned there, Astarion commits a truly heroic act. He does for others what he once desperately hoped for himself, what he prayed for—becoming the hero he needed. Because at the same time, he is freeing himself—from his chains, from his narrow worldview that saw everything in terms of power and dominance. For the first time, he is free to live outside of the path that someone else forced upon him.

And that’s exactly why, in my opinion, the next morning, it’s right to tell him that yes, we were the heroes who stood by his side, but we only gave him a push. Because, in the end, he saved himself.

He is the hero he had been waiting for centuries!

And that thought makes my heart race! ❤️

hi!! I just wanted to share with someone else that I have decided to start identifying as asexual, in fact a lot of the discourse around Alastor and having so many aroace perspectives helped

For years I thought I just hadn't felt it, that special spark and I was made to believe that demisexual was something separate from asexual (and that it is more acceptable to be at that place on the scale) because asexual=without sex which I thought is what it was, I just needed the right person because I couldn't be asexual when I have such a high libido and I'm pretty good with masturbation. And then I was introduced to the concept of high-libido asexuals and the whole scale and midtones and it was like something clicked. Yes, yes, that's my experience and oh, I'm not alone, there's something wrong with me.

And I'm crying a little now and I don't know how I feel about telling my family who for years have been worried because "I'm alone" and "it's a shame you're so pretty." but I feel more comfortable starting to look for information and I no longer feel like I'm about to have panic attacks when the topic comes up because even if I don't say it I know I'm asexual and there's something comforting about that.

I'm still trying to figure out if I'm aro or not and if I experience romance and sex separately, but I feel better and more comfortable and it's all thanks to a fictional character and all the people who care about him and have spoken about their own identities.

Just, thank you ❤️

That is so amazing, Anon ಥ◡ಥ I'm so happy for you! Seriously, I'm just (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`) it really goes to show that talking about sexuality and people's differing experiences is so so crucial (and why all the people who keep acting like asexual=no sex need to STOP. It makes it so much harder for people who are exploring asexuality--whether they're ace or not--and it gives people the wrong idea of what being ace is. And it's just flat out incorrect, so there's that too).

I feel you about the family situation too. I grew up in a family that is very much a get-married-as-quickly-as-possible and a being-single-as-an-adult-for-a-long-time-is-weird type situation. I'm currently the oldest of my parents children who isn't married yet, which is so much fun to talk about in large family gatherings 🙄

I've told a few of my siblings and friends about my sexuality, but I haven't told a majority of my family. I'm not sweating it too much, no one is obligated to officially "come out," after all, especially if they don't feel comfortable doing so. We're allowed to just be.

Like you said, there's comfort in just knowing.

If you do tell your fam, I hope they're open and accepting! And I'm so happy you're feeling more comfortable about yourself too. Your ask is so uplifting, my heart feels 10x lighter T.T

It's amazing how much of an impact a beloved character can have, and all the ways people can relate with them and each other. Alastor and his sexuality means so much to me, and I'm so happy to have found a community of people who feel the same 🥹

Welcome, fellow ace! 💜🤍🖤 We're so happy to have you!

Found these old viktor sketches that I made during one of my classes and decided to share!

(I remember it was my first time trying to draw traditionally in years lol)

I deeply love his shadow I hope he appears more in S2

“You know how much school means to me.” (Grayson)

Requested by anonymous: “One where Y/N’s dating G and besties with E, and she’s really stressed out about school bc it’s the time of year where everything’s piling up, and bc of all the stress she gets into a big fight with both the boys over something trivial? And the next day they both show up to her house with resources and stuff, and they help her study?”

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“Alright everyone, the study guide is posted online. Begin preparing for the exam next week.” You professor said to the class as you all left.

“I swear that’s all I’ve heard from my professors today.” Your friend said to you as she caught up to you.

“Same here. But, I’m holding a study session for this class at the library tomorrow night.” You said.

“I will be there.” The two of you both had a break in your days so you got something to eat before you had to get to your next classes.

Later that evening, you were holding a study session for one of your other classes. This was something that you were sort of known for. After a few slip ups with your grades when you started school, you cracked down on your study habits and after you began sharing them with a few of your friends, your other classmates wanted to share your study tips and habits, so you began holding study sessions for pretty much all of your classes since your second semester of your freshman year.

“(Y/N), thank you so much for setting these up. I really appreciate it. If it weren’t for these study sessions, I would not know anything that is going on in class.” One of your classmates said as they sat down at the table with you.

“I’m glad I could be of service.” You laughed. You and your classmates studied for a few hours and once you all felt like you’d done enough studying for the night, you all called it night and headed home.

As the days continued to go on, and the work continued to pile up, you began to get crazy stressed about everything. You were cancelling your study sessions over and over again, and you felt so bad, but you could barely find the time to study for yourself, much less with anyone else.

“Don’t worry about it. We’re all busy, and we all understand a heavy workload. Do what you gotta do. You’ve already done so much for many of us, we’ll be alright.” One of your friends said. You apologized once more, and headed home to get some work done. A few hours passed, and there was a knock on your front door.

“That better be my pizza.” You sighed as you got up. You opened the door to find Ethan and Grayson standing outside. “You’re not the pizza guy.”

“Ouch, kinda hurt.” Ethan laughed as you hugged.

“Oh, sorry. I’m just starving.” You said. Grayson pulled you into his arms and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “What are you doing here?”

“You told us we could take you out to dinner tonight.” Grayson said as you followed him into your living room.  

“Dammit, another thing I forgot about. Guys, I’m so sorry, but I can’t tonight. I have so much homework and studying to do.” You said as they made themselves comfortable on your couch.

“(Y/N), come on. Take a break for a little bit. Come hang with us for a while.” Grayson said as he pulled you down into his lap.

“I don’t have a while to spare.”

“I told you she wasn’t gonna go for it.” Ethan sighed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at Grayson.

“I thought I could convince you to come out with us tonight. You’ve been so busy with school, you barely have time for anything else anymore.” He sighed.

“Anything else, meaning you?” You asked. He looked down at the floor and let out a loud sigh.

“You canceled our plans over the weekend, so we rescheduled for tonight, and now your cancelling on us again.”

“Grayson, you know how much school means to me, and you know how badly I want to get my degree and get a good job. I’m sorry that you think I’m too busy for you, but you know it keeps me busy around midterms and finals. That’s not my fault.”

“Of course, when it comes to school, it’s the only thing you’re allowed to focus on.”

“Why are you so upset over the fact that I want a secure future?”

“I’m not upset over that, I’m upset over the fact that you apparently no longer have time for me anymore.”

“Grayson, do you not hear how childish you’re sounding right now?”

“You can’t put this off for ONE night so we can spend some time together?” Grayson said, standing up.

“Grayson, calm down.” Ethan said quietly, causing you to jump since you’d forgotten he was there.

“Yeah, why don’t you go home and calm down. I’m over having this argument because you feel like you’re the only thing I’m allowed to focus on.”

After the twins left, and your pizza finally was delivered, you tried to refocus on your studies, but you were too distracted so you decided to call it a night.

* * *

The next day was Saturday, so you were ready to spend all day studying. You turned your music on, got your books and materials, sat in the living room and got to working. A few hours went by and all you could think about was your fight with Grayson. Just as you picked up your phone to call him, there was a knock on your door. You got up to answer it, and the twins were there on the other side.

“What are you two doing here?” You asked quietly.

“We are here to help you study. We found textbooks at the bookstore, we’ve got food and drinks, and we’re gonna get all these reviews and papers done.” Ethan said as he set up his things in the living room.

“Also, I needed to apologize for that conversation we had last night. I was being a total ass about everything. I don’t know anything about being in college, but I do know that school can get stressful. And I’m sorry for making you feel like you had to choose between me and your studies. I should’ve been more supportive.” Grayson said.

“I’m sorry too. I should’ve been more understanding of how you felt. I’m real bad about letting school consume me and not making time for anything else. But, I will try and be better at keeping my commitments. Especially when they come to you.” You said. Grayson smiled down at you and pulled you into his arms. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He said, kissing you softly.

“Alright, now that you two have kissed and made up, let’s get to it. We’ve got concepts to learn and definitions to memorize.” Ethan called from the living room. You laughed and went over to sit next to him, hugging and thanking him as well. They helped you study for most of the day, and as you finished more of your papers, you couldn’t help but smile, thinking about how grateful you were to have them in your life.

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In memory of the purest and kindest boy Hawkins ever had, take your minute of silence and then a deep sigh. He's a hero!