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tied by ink | choso x reader
for the @phantasmaebg event
wc: 1350
your soulmate tattoo showed up on your sixteenth birthday, scrawled across your wrist like a bold declaration: “stay.” it wasn’t cute, romantic, or poetic like you imagined. it was blunt. vague. frustrating.
and years later, you still had no clue what it meant.
that’s why you were here now, sitting in a tattoo parlor that smelled like antiseptic and fresh ink, the fluorescent lighting humming faintly above you. you didn’t know what you wanted yet, but you knew you needed something.
“you here for a consult?” the girl at the counter asked.
“yeah,” you replied, your fingers twitching nervously at your side.
“choso’s got time. best hands in the shop.” she grinned, jerking her thumb toward the back.
you nodded, muttering a quick thanks before heading toward the artist’s booth.
as you turned the corner, you saw him sitting there—dark hair pulled into a messy half-bun, loose strands falling around his sharp face. tattoos covered his forearms, disappearing beneath the rolled-up sleeves of his black shirt.
hot.
his dark eyes flicked up as you approached, pinning you in place.
“you’re here for a tattoo?” his voice was deep, smooth like it didn’t belong in this tiny shop.
“uh, yeah,” you stammered, your heart beating faster than you’d like to admit.
he gestured to the chair in front of him, and you sat, trying not to fidget as his gaze lingered on you for just a moment too long.
“so, what are you thinking?”
you hesitated. “something small, but meaningful. i just… need something new.”
he tilted his head, his eyes scanning your face like he was trying to read you. “first one?”
“yeah.”
he hummed, his gaze dropping to your wrist. you’d forgotten to cover the soulmate mark today, and his eyes lingered on the word inked there.
“soulmate tattoo,” he said casually, like it wasn’t the most personal thing he could’ve pointed out.
you tensed. “everyone’s got one.”
“not everyone,” he replied, his voice low, almost teasing. “what’s the story with yours?”
you glanced away, your face heating up. “there’s no story. it says ‘stay.’ it’s… complicated.”
“complicated how?”
you met his gaze, your frustration bubbling up. “it doesn’t mean anything. not yet, anyway. and honestly, i’m not holding my breath.”
his lips twitched like he was trying not to smile. “so you’re one of those people who doesn’t believe in soulmates?”
“i didn’t say that,” you shot back. “i just… don’t think everyone finds theirs. or if they do, maybe it doesn’t work out.”
he didn’t respond right away, but the corner of his mouth lifted into the faintest smirk. “fair enough.”
you watched as he grabbed a sketchpad, his tattooed hands moving with practiced precision. “let’s figure out something that fits,” he murmured, his focus shifting to the page.
the way his fingers moved, the way he hunched slightly over the paper, made it impossible to look away. he radiated confidence, like he knew exactly what he was doing—not just with the drawing, but with you, too.
“so,” he said after a few minutes, his voice breaking the silence. “you’ve never thought about finding them?”
“my soulmate?” you asked, trying to sound casual even though his words sent a weird shiver down your spine.
“yeah.”
you shrugged, leaning back in the chair. “not really. it’s not like they’re going to show up out of nowhere.”
“sometimes they do.”
his tone was calm, but something about the way he said it made your chest tighten. you glanced at him, your brows furrowing.
“has it happened to you?”
he didn’t answer right away, his dark eyes flicking up to meet yours for a split second before returning to his sketch. “maybe.”
cryptic much, you thought, but you couldn’t deny the way your pulse jumped.
“what does your tattoo say?” you asked, leaning forward slightly.
his lips curved, but he didn’t look up. “you really wanna know?”
“obviously.”
“you’ll find out.”
“that’s not an answer,” you muttered, but he ignored you, his focus back on the page.
when he finally turned the sketchpad around, your breath hitched.
“what do you think?” he asked, his voice softer now.
“it’s…” you swallowed. “it’s perfect.”
he gave you a small nod, standing to prep his station. “this’ll hurt a little,” he warned as you settled into the chair, rolling up your sleeve.
“i can handle it,” you replied, though your voice came out shakier than you wanted.
his hands were steady as he guided the needle over your skin, the soft hum of the machine filling the room. the sting was sharp at first, but it quickly dulled into a strange sort of comfort.
“so,” he said after a while, his tone almost conversational, “if your soulmate walked through that door right now, what would you say?”
you hesitated, the question catching you off guard. “i don’t know. maybe… ‘where the hell have you been?’”
he let out a low chuckle, the sound sending a tingle down your spine. “bold.”
“what about you?” you asked, desperate to turn the attention off yourself. “what would you say?”
his hands didn’t falter, but his voice dropped a notch. “depends on if they’d stay.”
your heart skipped, his words hitting deeper than you expected. you glanced at him, but his expression was unreadable, his focus entirely on your arm.
when he finally pulled back, he wiped the tattoo clean, tilting your arm toward the light.
“done,” he said simply.
you stared at the design, your chest tightening. it was beautiful, perfect in a way that almost felt… familiar.
“thank you,” you murmured, your voice softer now.
he leaned back, his gaze meeting yours. “anytime.”
as you stood to leave, you caught a glimpse of his wrist as he reached for something—a single word inked there in bold black letters.
“stay.”
your blood ran cold.
he noticed your pause, his eyes narrowing slightly as he followed your gaze. when your eyes met again, there was no denying it.
“you’ve got to be kidding me,” you whispered.
he smirked, leaning casually against the counter. “took you long enough.”
“you—” your words caught in your throat, your pulse racing. “why didn’t you say anything?”
“wanted to see if you’d figure it out,” he said, his tone maddeningly calm.
you took a shaky breath, your mind reeling. “so what now?”
he pushed off the counter, stepping closer until the space between you felt suffocating.
“now,” he said, his voice low, “you decide if you’re gonna stay.”
“but that didn’t count, because andrew was andrew, and this was definitely the last turn he needed his thoughts to take” MWAHAHAHAHAHA
sorry for being a sex pest but i just know tomura sounds so indescribably good when he’s getting strapped. i’m sure he’d be incredibly embarrassed by it but it’d have me going even harder. i just know in my soul ✊😔
he is so LOUD that his housemates tease him over it (they think he's fucking you because you keep going you like that daddy??? you like that??))
what did everyone dress up as for Halloween?
(ps, your art style is so cute :))
Thank you! We’ve been wanting to put the kiddos in more cute outfits, and this is the perfect opportunity!
Charles and Edwin dressed up as ghosts because they love that, according to Edwin’s Daddy, ghosts can decide whether to float, stand on the ground, or fall through the floor. They can travel through mirrors and, even, fly in the sky if they want to! Perfect for two boys who always seem to be in some spot of trouble. Papa, who isn’t an artist like Daddy, made their costumes by cutting holes on some old bedsheets.
Crystal is wearing a magical girl witch costume her Aunties commissioned! It’s designed after one of her favourite magical girls, except with some witchy twists like the broom and the hat, which features another signature eye from her Aunties. Crystal thinks magical witches are better than magical girls anyway.
Niko is a dandelion sprite! Litty and Kingy are part of an extensive line of dolls, and while Niko wouldn’t want more dandelion sprite dolls, she loves dressing up as one. Her tie is from Baba, and Mama picked her outfit with Niko’s help, but Thomas’ Papu helped make her dandelion head.
Thomas is a cat! Papu made his ears, tail, and mittens—matching them carefully to Thomas’ hair colour. His fake fur coat was thrifted and resized so they fit him perfectly. With Papu’s help, Thomas is not only the best, cutest boy, he is also the best, cutest cat! After Meatball, of course.
Monty is dressed as a crow. When Monty pointed at her stuffed crow insistently, Esther bought him a creepy crow mask, made him wear one of her old shirts, and called it a day. You can’t see his face right now, but Monty is so ridiculously happy under that mask.
forget-me-nots
couldnt decide what looked better
what better to storyboard for my portfolio than my fav terror-ridden little guys in love? only five years too late but who's counting
WE GOT THE WHOLE ARCHIVAL STAFF LETS GOO!!!!
Look at my children! MY PRECIOUS CHILDREN!!!
I’ve had this idea for a while I’m glad I finally did it
mag 159 animatic because i can't get this scene out of my head
Our Love Is God (CHNT mini animatic)
I’m so unwell I’m so unwell… I’m so unwell…
oh holy father who art in heaven, please hold leshy cult of the lamb
Today, Jesus is holding:
Leshy from Cult of The Lamb
OoooHOHOHO I love art raffles :)
Hello again!! Last week’s attempt at hosting a raffle went well, so here’s week two! I’m sorry I posted this late, I’ve had a busy week. THIS ENDS Jan 17th at 12 PM CST.
This week’s prize is a Pencil Sketch! Rules:
-Follow
-Reblog with an image of who you want me to draw!
-Comment telling me you’ve entered so I can assign you a number.
I will draw:
-Humans (any body type, any identity. Real person or OC)
-Pets/animals (any species, real or oc)
-Fan art
-Furries
Will NOT draw:
-Anything NSFW or suggestive
-Anything that could be harmful/triggering to others (gore/violence/ai generated characters/harmful IPs)
I CHERISH THIS MAN SO MUCH EHEHEHE
the “AHH-” at the end is perfect
THERE IS NO WAY
women are pretty pretty…👀
Sketch I made cus I couldn’t find any Sevika stuff that matched my banner
Jschlatt Imagines - Party Meet Cute
I've had this sitting in my drafts forever! I def wanna go back and add more (maybe with some nsfw) but I wanna put this out anyways. If you guys like this enough, I might just make a part 2! Or a full blown fic?? Idk. Please comment/reblog your thoughts.
No warnings, really. Mentions of partying and drinking. fem/gender neutral reader. Enjoy this party meet cute with the big guy!
Schlatt literally fell into your life one night.
A friend of a friend invited you to Charlie's party, begging you to be their plus one. You figured, why not? You were free and there would be a bunch of streamers there, so you decided to see what the night had in store for you.
At first, you were nervous as hell, stuck to your friend's side like a leech. But your worries slowly dissipated as you started chatting with people.
You meet a lot of Charlie's good friends, including Ludwig, Ted and Hasan. They all seemed way too nice to have literally millions of followers on twitch. But hey, it was a great group of people AND you were having fun at a party! Yipee!
Maybe it was the constant blaring music or the shot of Titos you had earlier, but you swear you heard the word “shat”, like, multiple times. And it seemed like it was addressed... to a person? What??
Whatever. You shrug it off. Maybe it was an inside joke in the streaming community.
You decide to take a break from all the socializing to slip into the kitchen, where you find your friend and hunker down next to the fridge.
One moment, you're gossiping and having a nice time, and the next you're pushed sideways and shrieking. Some strange man barrels into your body and shoves your head into your friend's shoulder to prevent his fall.
“The fuck?” You shout, almost chuckling at the bizarre situation unfolding. His hand practically engulfs your entire face.
“Woah! Sorry, toots. Lost my cool there.” He chuckles nonchalantly and peels his sweaty hand off your face, wiping it on his leather jacket which makes you cringe.
Ugh. How drunk is this guy?
He quickly straightens himself and readjusts his jacket. Amidst your disgust and confusion, you take a better look at him.
Oh no. Oh fuck. He's absurdly tall and super fucking handsome. Strike one.
He had these mutton chops that could cut through steel. An odd look for the 21st century, but you admit, it suited him surprisingly well. Strike two.
What really drew you in, though, were his eyes. Despite his intimidating broad figure, his eyes were a soft chestnut brown that just… left you staring for way too long.
Strike three.
“No, yeah. It's all good. You okay, dude?” You ask. Your voice quivers as you take in his intimidating presense. You can't help but blush when you catch him checking you out.
Or, at least that's what you thought he was doing. He could've been 12 shots deep for all you knew.
With a quick nod, he flashes a lopsided grin and by god does your heart skip a beat.
“That's not how I usually carry myself, by the way. I don't just go stumbling into cute girls thinking I own the place.” His words floated off his tongue effortlessly, almost like he had said this a million times before.
Is that... is that a New York accent? He leans down to meet your gaze. Oh my god. Holy fuck.
You laugh at him - probably a little too loudly. “Sorry again.” The mystery man says, sticking his hand out to you. “The name's-”
“SCHLATT!!” Ted's booming voice cuts through the quiet murmur of the kitchen. He bursts through the door and immediately puts the guy in a headlock, scratching his head vigorously.
“Ow! Hey, man! Cut it out!” The man grumbles, trying to pry Ted's arm off of his neck.
The others lingering in the kitchen laugh at them, even your friend. Huh. This must be normal, right? Ted and…?
Oh, wait.
Schlatt. This is the guy everyone's been talking about.
Ted finally lets go, gritting his teeth playfully and ruffling Schlatt's hair. “You owe me for that whiskey, buddy.” Ted exclaims, letting him go and pointing a finger at his chest.
“Hey, it's not my fault the Jack Daniels was just sittin’ out like that.” Schlatt slurs. “Finders, keepers, dude.” He smirks at his friend playfully.
Ted scoffs and glances between you and him. “Ah, Y/N. You've met Schlatt. Careful. He can be a real pain in the ass.”
Schlatt smooths his hair back and rolls his eyes. “If you're really that sour, man, I'll just buy you a new truck. So, ya know, we’re even.”
“Fat chance!” Ted calls out, walking backwards and swiveling on his heels to going back into the living room. "This isn't over, bitch!"
NO BUT SUKUNA SAVING READER IN EVERY SCENARIO???? Everything about him has me weak in the knees 🤧
God I love him sm, THIS IS SO HIM 🥹🥹🥹
there's no such thing as ethics
Studying for your Ethics oral exam was already a pain. Doing it with your boyfriend? Now, that is what you call “self-sabotage.”
Tonight was supposed to be a productive study session.
Your Ethics professor had been on a power trip lately, deciding that an oral exam would be the best way to test you understanding of moral dilemmas and all those theoretical shit. Which meant you had to prepare for whatever godforsaken questions he might throw at you.
And who better to help you, right? Sukuna, your incredibly unhelpful boyfriend.
You flicked through your notes, glancing over at him sprawled on your bed, one arm thrown lazily over his forehead as he scrolled through his phone.
“Alright,” you started, trying to sound determined. “Let’s do a hypothetical situation. Moral dilemma time.”
He didn’t even look up from his phone and just continued doomscrolling whatever he finds interesting, “Do we have to?”
“C’mon, babe, be useful for once.”
He then let out the most dramatic sigh. Is he fucking annoyed already? He stretched out on your bed like he had nothing better to do – which is true, he’s already done with all his exams for the semester while you only have this last exam. Threw his phone aside like he was being forced into this conversation. “Fine. Impress me with your best morally damning question.”
You sat up straighter, grinning. This was your chance. You cleared your throat, “If all your loved ones were drowning – me, Jin, Yuuji, and your dad – who would you save?”
Without even hesitating, he shot you a look like you’d just asked the dumbest question ever.
“Isn’t it obvious? You.”
You blinked. “Huh? Why me?”
“‘Cuz you’re the only one who doesn’t actively annoy me,” he said, like it was the most obvious answer in the world.
“Babe, you’re seriously telling me you’d save me over Yuuji? Over a literal baby?” You leaned forward. Yeah, you can’t believe it.
Sukuna just shrugged, his expression completely deadpan. “Yeah, Yuuji’s not you.”
Your brain short-circuited for a second. “That doesn’t make sense. He’s a baby! e doesn’t even know how to swim yet!”
“That’s how the world works, babe.”
“HUH? What do you mean?”
“Then it’s Jin’s problem,” Sukuna said dismissively. “Not mine. My focus is on you. Always.”
You gasped, scandalized. “Sukuna! This is your family! Your nephew is drowning, you heartless bastard!”
He smirked, eyes gleaming with that familiar mischievousness. “Yeah, and? What, you want me to let you drown?”
“You have no soul,” you muttered, rubbing your temples in frustration.
“Debatable,” he smirked, pure arrogance is radiating from him. He settled more comfortably on the bed. “Besides, it’s my dad’s fault for not teaching Jin how to swim properly when we were kids. Why should I clean up their mess? And why the fuck are we even in the ocean. You hate the ocean. There’s not a chance that we’ll ride a cruise for 7 fucking days.”
“Because it’s a hypothetical situation.”
“And?”
Groaning, you rubbed your temples and asked him the question you’ve been meaning to ask since the day you met him – when he was kicking someone to the ground who had accidentally bumped into him (or not). “I swear to god, do you even have morals, ‘Kuna?”
“Depends.”
“On what?”
“Whether or not they benefit me.”
You couldn’t let it go. Sukuna’s complete lack of regard for his family, his indifference to your please, was driving you insane. But you had one more card to play.
“Okay,” you said, leaning in with a grin and a dangerous glint in your eyes. “So, what if it’s me and our future baby drowning? Who would you save?”
“Huh… you really want daddy’s cock right now, babe?” Sukuna’s lazy gaze flicked over to you, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. You just slapped his chest in obvious annoyance.
He snorted and looked like he was about to answer in his usual carefree way, but then paused, as if he was processing the question for a second longer than usual.
“Hmm,” he drawled, shifting on the bed, his gaze flickering between you and the empty space. “That’s a tough one.”
Okay, wow. Your heart skipped a beat – was he actually taking this seriously now?
Then, without missing a beat, he leaned back, chuckling lowly. “Well, obvs, I’d save you.”
You blinked, slightly relieved but also confused. “Really?”
“Yeah,” he said with a fucking shrug, “you’re the one who’d actually appreciate being saved. The baby’s gonna be fine.” His smirk deepened. “Besides, if I saved the kid, who’s gonna look after you? Wouldn’t be much fun without you around, brat.”
Your brain short-circuited again for a second, processing both the arrogance and the unexpected tenderness in his words. “So, you’re saying you’d just let our baby drown?”
He raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t say that. I said I’d save you.” He leaned closer, eyes locking with yours with a teasing grin. “But hey, it’s just a hypothetical, right? Who the fuck knows if we’ll even have a kid that doesn’t know how to swim?”
Your lips twitched, trying to hold back a smile despite yourself. “You are so full of shit, ‘Kuna.”
“Yeah, and you love it, brat.” His voice lowered, leaning in just enough for you to feel the heat of his words.
And before this even goes south (literally to some fucking session), you pushed him away and exhaled sharply.
“Okay, what about ethically?” You began, trying to keep your cool. “In one of our ethical dilemma situations, do you believe catfishing is unethical?”
“Who would I even catfish? And why the fuck am I gonna do that when I have this,” he pointed at himself so arrogantly.
“I didn’t even say that you would catfish someone. I’m asking if you believe catfishing is ethical or not.”
“Nah,” he answered immediately.
“No?”
“Nope. There’s no such thing as ethics. It’s all just a societal construct.”
“Sukuna,” you exhaled and squinted at him, “So if we had met on a dating app, and I was actually some 50-year-old dude catfishing you, you’d just be cool with that?”
“But it didn’t happen and you weren’t one. Or are you?” He teased.
“That’s not the poi–” you groaned. Yeah, you’ll never win with him in this kind of talk. “You are actually impossible.”
Sukuna just grinned, completely unfazed. “Baby, if ethics were real, I wouldn’t be in your dorm right now, watching you lose your mind over this stupid class.”
And honestly? He had a point.
You hated that he had a point.
But before you could come up with a retort, Sukuna’s hand was on your arm, pulling you up to sit on your bed. “Enough with the philosophical bullshit. Your brain’s fried. We’re leaving.”
You blinked at him. “What? We’re in the middle of ethically thinking, and you’re just pulling me out of here?”
“Yeah,” he said, his tone softening just enough to be noticeable. “Your brain’s obviously fried since you started studying hours ago. Let’s go get some air. You’re not gonna pass that fucking exam if you don’t take a fucking break.”
“But –”
“I’m not asking,” he pulled you up from bed, guiding you toward the door with a hand firm on your back. “C’mon,” he added, without giving you a chance to argue. He was really not asking.
“Are you always this bossy?” You asked, half-smiling despite your frustration.
“Only when I care,” he said, his voice laced with that same teasing arrogance as he slid his right arm around your shoulders. “Don’t get used to it, brat.”
You rolled your eyes. “You’re lucky you’re so damn good-lucking.”
“With a big fucking cock, I know. Now, shut up and walk, brat.”
And for once, you didn’t argue. Maybe he was right about one thing: a little time to breathe might actually make you feel better.
Even if it did come with a healthy dose of his cocky charm.
He is so teenage girl coded! Literally giggling and kicking his feet!