Yeah I’m Not Thriving Or Anything But I’m Definitely Content Or Whatever

saw a great tweet earlier and had to redraw

https://x.com/kamsspice/status/1782135475622265270?s=46&t=ROWnmMctY73xk0hPbwGs8g

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8jW1SpG/

IT WOMT LET ME SEE IT OMG.

Saw this skull shirt and you know I had to draw him in it

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FRUITFUL.

summary: in the winters of the cold and barren, you are the forbidden fruit that ryomen sukuna revolves around— a refreshingly crisp beauty. but even all winter fruits die, and he’s willing to prevent that demise to ever come to you.

cw: angst no comfort, slight fluff, mentions of death and loss of loved ones, heian era sukuna, slow burn w no happy ending, short chapters, inconsistent updates, tba

STAGES OF WINTER— first snow fall — your village is one that prides itself on the lasting fruits of winter. but what will you do if this winter bears no fruit, and the consequence is flames engulfing the entirety of your home. and who exactly is ryomen sukuna ..? ripe through the core — you’re the the only survivor of the fire. now, the beast of the forest has taken you in his hold, and you are beyond loathing. despite being adamant on escaping him, you can’t help but be drawn and care for a dying garden, specifically, a dying apple tree. undermine — so what if you’re taking care of a damned, dying tree ? it’s not like he’s going to help you with it. no, never expect that. ever. instinct — there’s someone else. someone else that had survived the fire from all those months ago. and now, something is coming and ryomen is willing to stop it come to you with all the power he possesses. time (passage of) — ryomen does not feel anything more than greed, gluttony, and bloodshed. so why, as he holds your limp body, does he feel his heart finally soften. why is it only now that he comes to his final conclusion about you.

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confession. i make extra blogs with usernames that i think r cool just incase i ever want to change my user 😇😇

i love randomly posting on my instagram a crazy absolutely drop dead gorgeous model casting worthy photo of myself every once in a while to remind my followers im not some weird teenage girl and im actually super awesome

Miya Twins!

(post time skip-ish, hair is down cuz wet! HC says Osamu and Atsumu still occasionally play together with friends and Tsumu mocks Samu for his rusty skills constantly)

i was gonna buy a book i’ve been wanting to read but i got a beverage and a chocolate croissant instead…

pls i should not have access to money and uber eats my fat ass will always find something to eat

atlas why we always fall for the same guys….

guys i have never nor will i ever play LADS but captain caleb edit popped up on my fyp (lmk if anyone wants the link to that) and stuff abt him keeps showing up, also sylus so i dunno.

ERASE . . . shoei barou + f! reader

         ✦     PROLOGUE : RETHINK     ✦

warnings/notes : 17+ to read, language, angsty, barou is himself so he's kind of an asshole, sorry for taking so long to write this sigh….writer's block

She had a crush on Shoei Barou since middle school. It debilitated her, brought her to her knees and pushed her down even further.

She watched him grow and mature alongside her. He grew taller and built up muscle that made her stomach do flips every time their eyes would meet. He would scoff when she would compliment him, brush it off as if it were nothing before walking away while she looked at him with a lovesick expression.

She watched as he grew his hair longer, and started to style it in silly ways until one finally stuck. Pointy, tall, and jarring. She would tell him it was ‘very him’ with a chuckle to which he only rolled his eyes and told her to shut up.

He was always standoffish and cold, but there was a certain level of care she couldn't take her mind off of. He always made sure she got home safely, to the point of walking with her (with little sisters in tow) just to be certain. He always took care of issues she had: broken truck on a skateboard? No problem. The latch on the front door didn't work anymore? He would fix it. She wanted to go for a walk? Well she was an idiot for going all alone, so he had to go with her.

She watched as he got better at football through the years, crushing people under the weight of his accomplishments - including her. The level of care dwindled when he started to really take off in high school, recruiters for professional teams showing up more and more especially in senior year.

She used to draw pictures of him, doodled in an old art journal she would take to her grave. Drawings of the domestic: walking, sitting, playing football. Now she slaved over illustrations for a half baked dream she had she couldn't get over.

A book.

The dream started when she realized he was leaving her behind, taking off on a trajectory of success that frightened her. He no longer walked her home, as he stayed later and later for practice. He didn't fix the minor inconveniences anymore. He was always busy with recruiters, coaches, or college teams begging and pleading to take him on.

He no longer gave the care she clung to so desperately. And her world came crashing down when she spoke to him about it.

“I'm planning for the future, you should do the same.”

“I am, Sho, you know that.”

She still remembers the look he gave her. He looked at her like she was the biggest moron alive, idiotic, and stupid. “No. You're planning on ruining your own life by spinning your wheels on a harebrained idea.”

“What? No, I'm-”

“And how many offers have you gotten?”

There was a silence that cut like a knife, she still feels the sting when she remembers that night. Feels the nervousness stir in her stomach and tears prick in her eyes.

“That's what I thought. Rethink your options, then come back to me. Your shit ass plan is gonna keep you here forever.” 

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