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izurou · 11 months

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hi i am not writing anymore (at least for now) and i will be using a personal blog for the time being,, this blog will stay up but i will no longer be active on here. thank you vv much for the love and kind words over the past ten months ‹𝟥 love u forever

#i do want to write again in the future though soo maybe you’ll see me around #but bye for now <3 #take super good care of yourselves pretty pls <3

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izurou · 11 months

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Ichigo Kurosaki | Bleach TYBW cour 2 - July, 8th.

#oh my lord

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s-snifle, hugging my pillow thinking about ichigo rn…oh how i miss him <\33

and ichigo is doing the same baby !!! hugging kon so tight pretending he’s u <33 all cooped up in his room with his pouty face on i can see it so well he is so baby for u actually

#inbox #sosa <3 #i miss bleach sooo bad !!!#i can’t wait for it to air again so we can squeal abt our boyfies <33 #ulquiorra comeback when </3

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i love you my angel, i hope all your wishes are granted x one million.

i love u more baby u live in my heart rent free <33

#inbox #dilly <3 #kissing and hugging u forever u are my angel and we are holding hands #rn <33

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shidou as a gyaru. HAVE YOU SEEN IT.

NO !!!!?! SEEN WHAT 😣

#inbox #koca <3 #👹👹👹👹 this is me rn

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izurou · 11 months

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My forever anime husband

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girls day out

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oik doodle page

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"Everyone's look at me, oh sí that's how it is. If it really was... that simple..."

#oh my godh

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When will my reflection show who I am inside..

#yeah #this is so pretty though <3 . <3

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HAVE I EVER TOLD U ABT HOW PLEASING IT IS TO LOOK AT YOUR THEME ???

like when i clicked ur profile it felt like i was looking at a piece of art that came straight outta museum

LIKE THE COLORRRSSSSS THEYRE SO GORG??? the heart shidou commission pfp just ties it all together ur so wonderful

<3<3<3<3

AHHH THANK YOU MY LOVE !!!!! sobbing this is sooo sweet omg >///< u are even more wonderful i hope u are having the best wednesday ever <33 !!

#inbox #airi <3 #this made my whole day thank u for being so nice >3<#u are the best for real !!!#AND UR THEME IS HOT 2 !!! <3_<3 i love

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izurou · 11 months

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every morning, and often throughout the night, you’ll stretch a foot over to satoru’s side of the bed and make contact with him.

what comes across as a simple desire for physical touch, is actually a habit of yours—one born from both fear and experience. it’d be far from the first time you woke up and he wasn’t there, but things are different now, and you need him to be there.

but this morning, all you feel is cold sheets.

you sit up and rub at your eyes before looking out the window—finding your usual view blurred with rain. you shiver a little at the sight, or maybe—at the foreign emptiness of the room.

and that’s when you realize that, not only is satoru missing from your bed—the small white crib off to your right is also missing your daughter.

you think the worst on instinct. irrational, you’re well aware—there’s no reason for such thoughts anymore, but they still manage to penetrate your freshly conscious mind nonetheless.

that is, until a pair of giggles sneak past the little crack in your bedroom door, acting as the perfect antidote to your conclusion jumping.

now, you find yourself getting out of bed just a bit too eagerly for a gloomy sunday morning—sliding into your slippers before shuffling towards the door and down the hallway. you wrap your arms around yourself as you walk, both hoping for and needing a little extra love from at least one, but preferably both of your babies.

satoru’s voice becomes clearer as you near, and you’re just around the corner when you hear him ask your daughter, who can’t talk yet, a question.

“yeah? you like the rain?”

an odd thing to ask a seven month old, though it makes a little more sense when you actually see them.

the two are in the kitchen, and your daughter—strapped into her high chair, is staring out the large window with her big blue eyes, completely mesmerized. satoru sits hunched over in a dining room chair, watching her with the exact same expression while he holds a plastic green spoon up to her mouth, like he’s interviewing her.

“satoru?” in unison, the duo turn their heads at the sound of your voice. “what are you doing?”

“killing time,” he smiles at you before turning to your baby, who now has her chubby little hands wrapped around a couple of his fingers. “we were starting to think you’d never come to. isn’t that right sweetheart?”

she babbles excitedly in response, seemingly agreeing.

the transition from bassinet to crib hasn’t been an easy one, and last night was probably one of her worst so far. you’ll always rock her, and while she falls asleep easy enough—the second she’s put down, she’ll wake up and cry.

“sorry,” you sigh, padding over to the two. “she was up most of the night, i—”

“needed the rest,” he finishes for you—wiggling his fingers around and earning himself a few more precious baby giggles. “we know.”

you give him a smile, and he returns it in a much more devious fashion—as if he’s saying you owe me for this. on any other day, you’d roll your eyes at something like that, but it’s almost nine am, and you crawled out of bed just moments ago—there isn’t much you wouldn’t do for him at this point.

satoru wraps an arm around one of your thighs as you stand next to him, and he pockets your grin—knowing it holds all the gratitude in the world, and a little something more.

though, you just end up batting him away when you notice the empty bowl sitting on the tray of your daughter’s high chair.

“she ate all her breakfast?” you ask, peering over to see if he hid any of her yogurt in the pouch of her silicone bib. “why don’t you ever do that for me?”

you lean down to boop a finger on her nose, and she kicks her feet in excitement—letting out something between a squeal and a laugh.

“‘cause you like me better, right?” satoru chimes in, holding his makeshift microphone in front of her with a toothy grin—which gets her to babble, for some reason. “oh? what’s that? i’m the best? your favourite?”

you bring a hand up to flick the back of his head—even though sometimes you think he’s right with the way she’s always smiling at him, but you just chalk it up to his high contrast, baby friendly look instead.

“think you misheard,” you point out, “sounded like ew dad, you stink to me.”

your husband—dramatic, and a sucker for your baby girl, flops down onto her little plastic tray in defeat.

“say it’s not true,” he whines, sneakily tickling one of her feet to get her to laugh but, consequently causing her to smack her hands on his head. “hey, hey!”

“that’s my girl,” you snort, and she babbles some more—loving the attention she’s getting from the two of you.

“hmm?” satoru leans in closer to her, as if she’s about to tell him a secret, and then he shields his mouth with his hand to respond. “yeah i know, i think that smell’s coming from over there too.”

the two smile at each other, and while it might be at your expense, you find yourself smiling too.

because you can see it now—satoru picking your daughter up from her first day of kindergarten, begging for the scoop on all her new classmates. he’d listen attentively, and pry just a little further every time she mentions a more masculine name—selfishly wanting to ensure that he’s still her favourite boy.

it’s just a thought of course, but you’ll definitely be holding him a little closer tonight.

“look, she’s doing it!” satoru pulls you back to the present moment, nudging your leg with his elbow. he’s given your baby her little silicone cup—the one she’s learning to drink from. she has it tilted back, spilling milk half into her mouth, and half into her bib. “kind of.”

once she’s quenched her thirst, she haphazardly tosses the cup onto her tray, and you note the white residue that sits on her top lip.

“well, satoru?” you grin at him, grabbing the long forgotten plastic green spoon—microphone, and holding it up to your husband’s mouth.

he furrows his brows and opens his mouth to speak, but you cut him off.

“how does it feel knowing your daughter has more of a stache right now than you ever will?”

he grins, at you and then her. “that’s my girl.”

#izurou #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #gojo x you #gojo fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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screenshot redraw from the trailer

#i am obsessed

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little <3

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here’s sae. i made it two months ago and never bothered to post it. when using please credit me ! I cleaned the panel from that iconic scene to make him look less scary and editor friendly :)

#eeeee he’s so pretty <33

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#HUSBAND <33 he is everything to me #boobs breasts tits chest i love u #feenwege i love u #u keep me going for real <3 #ヾ( ˃ᴗ˂ )◞ favourites

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the new theme looks soooooo beautiful ! u always slay; hope u have a great week, baby <3

ahhh thank u so much pretty girl !!!! i hope u have an even greater week mwah mwah mwah >3<

#inbox #it’s a holiday for me today so !!! time and a half my favourite start to the week <33

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