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OH MYYY DAYSSSS. YOUR ART IS AMAZINGGG??? IVE BEEN STARING A TTHE SAME GOJO DRAWING FOR ALMOST 5 MINUTES NOWWW. KEEP DOING WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND I LOVE YOUUU🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Thank you very much, your message motivates me to continue drawing. You are very kind thank you.

Heyyy, I just wanted to say thank you for the beautiful Alpha!Yuuji art 💗💗💗 I screamed when I saw it!! I am so happy that my AU could inspire you!! I linked your art in my fanfic 💗💗

I'm sending you lots of love! And I am already very excited for the Sukuna version 😜

Aawww, thank you so much to you for such amazing works, it really makes me happy to draw them. I hope to upload soon more drawings inspired by your works. <3

•Normalize Fanart for Fanfics Again You Fools•

It's not cringe anymore (it SHOULDN'T be cringe anymore), just do it. You're doing something you enjoy, who cares what anybody else says! So spread the words my fellow internet brethren.

Spread the Word :)

Hi! I really enjoy your art! It's really fun to see all the x y/n/You/reader/etc. and I get excited whenever you post because I dunno which character is gonna be next!

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Thank you very much for your kind words, forgive me for seeing your message until now

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𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐂

—a/n: if you are seeing this, i hope you read this. this is the most beautiful thing i have written in a while and i want you to witness it. please share your thoughts <3

The candle's orange scent filled the room this lovely evening and Satoru's fingers mindlessly brushed against your feet on his lap. He was holding one of his old poetry book in the other, glass frame hanging low, a little nudge and you were sure it will fall.

"and I wish to be the nothing, but a mosaic of the parts of you, you think to be flawed. Gojo Satoru, 2017," he read.

"That was...my god. Beautiful," you gazed in his eyes, still lost in his words. "You are a better writer than me."

"What? You feelin' competitive now?" He borrowed your hand. "Threatened that I might steal your spotlight, darling?" He kissed your knuckles, an act of love he often portrayed.

"Not at all. In fact, I am happy" you sit up, but feet still on his lap.

"Mhm? Why so if I may ask?"

"Because the better you write about me, the more loved I am. To be included in your poetry is an honor, honey." You ruffled his hair glinting orange in the warm lamplight.

"Silly you. You're not just an inclusion in my poetry. You are the poetry. You are every word, every sentence, every page and my every thought." His cold hands pulled you closer by your cheeks. "I am the honored one to not only ever witness you but have you as mine. I must write about you so even if I die, my love for you will be eternal." He planted a peck on your forehead before kissing your lips.

It's been 20 years and he is not here anymore. The room is not warm anymore, it's cold blue. But there is drawer full of things he wrote, just about you. Just you. You hold the handle to open and it's warmer than the room. Almost like someone's been holding it. You touch the other handles to check but they're all stone cold. You open it to find not just poetries but a mosaic of him with every picture you thought was your ugliest. You tear up. He was right. His love really is eternal.

I read @dragon-ascent drabble and I felt like drawing Zhongli in his No.1 MILF sweater, but since I can't draw sweaters, I put a t-shirt on him, I'm so sorry.

I hope to make more drawings of this drabble soon

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So real 🫦