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shima-draws · 5 months
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Robin should have punched Spandam in the dick. Just saying
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du-hjarta-skulblaka · 2 months
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SHRUE. OH SHRUE, OUT OF LEFT FIELD A LIL FOR ME BUT GOD DAMN ARE YOU THE FUCKIN COOLEST
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butchsophiewalten · 9 months
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Man this is so random but this theory is stuck in my head and I wanna see how other people feel about it because I don't see people talk about it a lot (I have no clue if the link will go through properly since I've never put a link in a ask box)
https://www.tumblr.com/art-w0rm/667910993425350656/theory-time
Oh god not this theory again. I really truly try not to be mean to people for no good reason on this blog, but this theory is literally one of the stupidest fucking things I've ever seen in my entire life. I don't talk about this theory because to me it's like the walten files theory equivalent of that tubby custard mechanically separated chicken post.
Most of the time I genuinely don't even consider it worthy of my time, because it's nonsense, but this is a very nicely worded ask, and I really don't mean to dedicate any of the vitriol I hold towards this theory to You, poor anonymous person, so I will deconstruct it. I will go through the theory point-by-point and deconstruct why I disagree with it.
First up, this:
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Showbear is not a character in The Walten Files anymore. Showbear was fully retconned and is never going to appear in the series again. He was effectively just a cameo of ThunderingStatic's (one of Martin's friends) OC, but when The Walten Files blew up and people started assuming Showbear was Martin's character, Static decided to withdraw his character from the series and focus putting him in other projects.
Martin talked about this on Twitter forever ago, but I wouldn't be able to find that tweet now. But here's a bit from the interview he did with KnowYourMeme back in 2021 where he talks about it:
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Now this:
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This is just stupid to me? Like a complete logical incongruity? I barely even know how describe what is dumb about this because I can't even fathom how anyone draws this conclusion from this information. How is it strange for a man to say 'if my wife isn't home by the time she said she was going to be, let me know, in case something happened.'????? Why would Rosemary be out cheating on her husband with her fucking daughter with her??? If Rosemary was cheating on her husband why would her whole life collapse when he went missing? If Rosemary was cheating on her husband why would she show up at the restaurant every day after he disappeared asking if anyone had seen him and hoping to find him alive??? Why would she make paintings of herself and him together after he disappeared????? What the fuck are you talking about?
Ok now this:
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Whatever. This is maybe the most coherent part of the theory, to me. I definitely agree that Sha evokes a 'wolf in sheep's clothing' sort of aesthetic, but I do remember Martin saying something in a Twitter Q&A at one point about how that wasn't actually intentional, and that Bon was the character he actually meant to seem unusually predatory. I looked for a while and couldn't find a screenshot of that, but I did find this one where he says the thing about Bon:
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So whatever. take that with a grain of salt.
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I don't even know what to say. here. Whatever. sure she was rolling in the hay
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yeah Rosemary is asking if she's still beautiful because she cheated on her husband and not because she was chopped up and stuffed inside a big animatronic sheep. I think this is correct and is the True Deep Lore.of the walten files. I'm sure this doesn't have anything to do with the recurring motif of the double-meaning behind the word Beautiful either.
I don't know why it's weird that the lost lingering spirit of a mother would be calling out to her only living child. I Don't know why that needs additional explanation involving this batshit infidelity conspiracy theory.
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Sha's chest is also ripped out
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So is Banny's, honestly? Just a little less?
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ok now this:
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I guess I can't disprove this except that I think this is dumb. I think this is a really incredibly stupid logical leap to make. Y'know I really meant to go into this levelheadedly and very calmly go through every point and talk about why I think it's Decisively Disagreeable or whatever but I can't. I really can't. I just cannot keep my patience with this sort of thing.
You'd think if there was an infidelity aspect here it would've been lampshaded in some respect, at all, in the old /sophiewalten findjackwalten page text. Where it's literally Sophie talking to Jenny about what she remembers about her family.
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Especially if the idea is that Sophie is meant to have been there. You'd think something like that would have come up here. Not 'she was nice and a good mom until my dad disappeared and her mental health started getting worse'
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robustcornhusk · 1 month
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today's run, better than yesterday's! 4 miles and my leg didn't get triggered!
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barbiegirldream · 4 months
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I'm seeing as a finale Yuji gets Sukuna back inside him because blah blah reasons some bullshit Kenjaku did Yuji is the only one who can wrestle control back from Sukuna. And then Yuta comes to really make good on his promise to kill them and he's wearing a black blindfold. And it's revealed Yuta turned Gojo into a cursed spirit like he did with Rika. Using their combined techniques they kill Sukuna and Yuji. And Yuta frees Gojo's spirit once more. Flash forward Megumi and Yuta are teaching a new generation of jujutsu sorcerers
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mrs-bluemarine · 2 months
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I'll make a thousand more short haired OCs with eye patches before I let this company die
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thesadboy · 1 year
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 The Freedwomen AU
Children of Elia
Children of Lyanna
Children of Rhaella Targaryen
In an AU where Rhaegar still dies at the Trident, but the women he had hurt survive and thrive...
Ser Bonifer Hasty arrives on a cog ship disguised as a merchant just as Rhaella is evacuated to Dragonstone. After a tense duel with Ser Willem Darry that ends in a draw, Bonifer convinces the Kingsguard to have the queen and her son flee elsewhere since he doubts that the loyalist forces would win and the safety of the family would be ensured. So under the cover of night and using the chaos of war as a distraction, a pregnant Rhaella leaves Dragonstone with Bonifer, Willem, and Viserys. The voyage is a tiring one, with Rhaella even giving birth at sea. After wandering around Pentos, they settle in Lys where surprisingly, they discover that an offshoot branch of House Targaryen going by the name “Brightfyre” and headed by her parents’ kindly cousin Maegor, son of Aerion “Brightflame” Targaryen, has settled down. With a life away from the dysfunction of the Iron Throne and Royal Court, Rhaella finally gets to live in peace with those she loves in the company of relatives who while distant in blood, become close to her in bond. 
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Viserys Targaryen Duncan Brightfyre
“Duncan of the Walls”
“Serry”
-Initially, before they settled down in Lys with the Brightfyres, he and his mother and sister had all their hair cut off to help hide their identity. He initially greatly disliked it, complaining all the while as Ser Willem cut his hair. When his hair started growing back though, he found that he liked how it looked while it was short and since then, has kept it closely cut both for practicality and style. 
-Renamed specifically after his great-grandfather’s best friend, since Rhaella had some resentment over her uncle Duncan. At first, he hated going by a “peasant” name instead of a Valyrian one but over time, listening to stories about Ser Duncan’s adventures made him warm up to the idea and look up to him instead of Rhaegar. Now, he’s proud to carry the same name as a man who was noble not in blood, but in character.
-Often dresses himself in blues to make his eyes seem blue, hoping it would help hide his identity. Whenever he and his family receive word of Westerosi visiting Lys, he makes sure to dye his hair blue or red.
-Protective over his mother, given that he’s been the one who had to see her try to hide her pain and stay strong for a long time. Because of this, he often does his best to make her happy and lavishes her with gifts
-Trained under Ser Willem Darry and Ser Bonifer Hasty in the Westerosi style of swordfighting. His mother’s second cousin Maekar Brightfyre, son of Maegor Brightfyre, is the one who taught him some more underhanded tactics and Essosi styles of swordfighting.
-Knows High Valyrian, both the dialect taught to his mother, and the one used in Lys.
-Dislikes Lyanna Stark, unaware that she was captured and unwilling, since he thought that she deliberately ran off with Rhaegar and thus started the war that endangered his family
-Misses Elia, Rhaenys, and Aegon. He remembers how Elia was like a second mother to him and nothing but kind and gracious like Rhaella, while Rhaenys was his best friend and seeing Aegon would light up his day. He doesn’t know that they’re still alive.
-Given how he adored them at first, he was initially in denial over both Aerys and Rhaegar’s madness, believing that the two were the pinnacle of Valyrian greatness. It took lots of growing up and hard but necessary lessons from Rhaella, Ser Darry, and Maegor for him to learn to view them in a less biased way. Now, he knows that those two had caused problems for their family and has grown past blindly idolising them.
-While he seemed to have the capacity for the same brand of madness as Aerys, being raised in a loving and less toxic environment by relatives who’ve discarded teachings of Targaryen Exceptionalism has curbed Aerys’ influence on him and he’s matured much more now.
-Became rather skilled at both Westerosi and Essosi styles of swordfighting, which got him recognized by the sellsword company that had a contract with Lys to guard the walls. This landed him a position as a Lyseni guard, which is where he mainly earns coin and the title of “Duncan of the Walls.”
-While he admittedly tends to be arrogant and a bit cocky, it never goes to the point that he’s outright delusional. He’s a man who just happens to know his strengths very well and is proud of them.
-In private, when he’s among family, he’s referred to by his birth name.
-Had a slight hedonistic streak when he was a teenager, frequently indulging himself in wine, women, and fighting. Though Rhaella and Bonifer’s influence would help him mature over time and he has mellowed down as he grew.
-Even though he’s learnt to see past the supposed exceptionalism and inherent superiority often taught to those of House Targaryen, his wonder and amazement at dragons still remains. The difference being is that he’s more interested in learning about how they are in the wild and as creatures instead of wielding them as weapons. 
-At first, he saw Ser Bonifer as beneath him and undeserving of his mother because of his low birth, stating that he would “taint” his mother. After he was reconditioned to no longer believe in Targaryen Exceptionalism, he saw Bonifer as undeserving of his mother, but this time because he felt that every man interested in Rhaella in that way would only hurt her. After he grew to warm up to the landed knight though, he would begrudgingly grow to accept their rekindled romance and while he wouldn’t admit it, he sees Bonifer as the father that he and Dany should’ve had.
-His first love was his distant cousin Saela, who comes from a branch of House Brightfyre descended from Saera. Though nothing came of it since he was ten and she was twenty three at that time. Rhaella had also discouraged a match between the two due to preferring that her children married or became parents when they were at least eighteen, and wishing that if ever they had children of their own, it would be with someone wholly unrelated to the Targaryens. 
-While he never married, he did find a paramour in a half-Yi Tish woman named Min Malagos whose father was Marrous Malagos, a Pentoshi magister. The two met while Min and Marrous were visiting a Lyseni magister the latter was friends with, Viserys being eighteen while Min was twenty one at that time. They shared a few jokes and bonded over a love for wine and dragons and had kept correspondence with each other that lead to them building a friendship, which was helped by Marrous paying frequent visits to his Lyseni friend. Eventually, the two became lovers and Min would come to live with Viserys and his family in Lys after the death of her father.
-After he and Min officially started their relationship, he got a tattoo of a Yi Tish dragon on his sword arm, while Min got a tattoo of a Targaryen dragon on her back. 
-He and Min would have a daughter then a son. Both go by two names, Viserra Brightfyre and Ming Malagos for the daughter, and Dunkos Brightfyre and Marlon Malagos for the son
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Daenerys Targaryen Dany Brightfyre
“Dany of Lys”
“Daenerys Seaborn”
-Being the last child she could ever bear, Rhaella was scared that she’d lose her. For the first few moons of Dany’s life, Rhaella could only sleep peacefully if she was in the same room. As she grew up though, Rhaella would loosen up and wasn’t as paranoid, wanting her to have the freedom in her life that she never had.
-Was born while Rhaella and company were en route to Essos. Bonifer had been the one to help Rhaella with the delivery, as he had prior experience working with midwives in helping smallfolk women give birth. The experience is how she had gotten the title “Daenerys Seaborn”
-Loves reading about and drawing dragons, her room is filled with different sketches and paintings of some depictions of dragons
-Doesn’t actually like keeping her hair short, wanting to style it in different ways, but she does so to make it easier to hide her identity if ever any Westerosi visits Lys
-Unaware that she’s the product of incest since from her point of view, Bonifer has always been her father and no one has really wanted to argue with her about it. Viserys did initially try to tell her, but since the thought of a brother and sister together was “gross” for her, she thought he was just being mean.
-Maintains her own lemon garden at the back of Brightfyre keep and personally harvests them when they're ready
-Initially, she admired and looked up to Old Valyria and various Targaryens of old, especially Aegon the Conqueror. However, Rhaella and Maegor would tell her of their former House’s follies and arrogance, as well as the destruction they brought about. So over time, she grew to view her ancestors in a less biased light.
-Aside from the Common Tongue, she knows High Valyrian, Dothraki, and some Naathi. Unlike her brother and mother, when she speaks Westerosi, it’s tinged with a Lyseni accent 
-Adores Maegor, who she calls ”Uncle Maegy,” and loves listening to his stories about his grandparents and great-grandparents. It’s through him that she really learns to view House Targaryen in a more grounded way. She also grew fond of listening to stories about his grandfather Rhaegel, seeing him beyond the image of a foolish and mad prince.
-Often bickers with her sister Jenny since they find each other annoying, but at the end of the day they still do care for each other, albeit in a “no one picks on her but me” kind of way.
-She’s best friends with her cousin Maegor’s adoptive daughters: Missandei, Doreah, Irri, and Jhiqui. The five of them are often seen together and are inseparable to the point that it’s not uncommon for Rhaella or Maegor to find the girls all fast asleep in a huge pile in one of their chambers. 
-Has lots of pet cats, half of them being strays she found and brought home. Some of their names are: Meleys, Meraxes, Moondancer, Rhaegon, Viserion, Drogon, and Lemmy. Maekar has joked that their Rogarre ancestor Larra must be blessing her from the afterlife with companions.
-She would later fall in love with Drogo (who is much closer in age to her here), the former khalakka of a khalasar who left after he decided he wanted to go on his own, having been one of the sellswords guarding Lys’ walls. The two would marry in a Dothraki ceremony when Dany had turned twenty, with Drogo at twenty three. They would later have a son named Rhaego, named after Rhaella and Rhaegel.
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Helena Brightfyre
“Helly”
“Lena Brighteyes” 
“Haelor of Lys”
-An orphaned Pentoshi girl who ran away from her neglectful father who was a wealthy winemaker. She was taken in by Bonifer after she unsuccessfully tried to pickpocket him and Rhaella happily welcomed the girl as one of her own
-When she was adopted, her situation may have improved but it wasn’t exactly a smooth integration. Ser Willem protested it, saying she’d be “another mouth to feed.” Viserys found her to be “irritating and insipid.” Dany meanwhile, was jealous that she wouldn’t be the baby. Over time, all three of them grew to love her too though, but she won’t let them live down these reasons. Especially Ser Willem.
-She’s close to Bonifer, being ever grateful that the man took her in out of the goodness of his heart. Bonifer for his part,  showers her with affection and often does his best to remind her that she too, is family.
-Is Dany’s age, albeit a moon younger, which Dany likes to use as a reason why she should “always listen to her”
-Named after the Queen Consort of the Greens, someone Rhaella often would find herself connecting with despite the fact that she wasn’t a direct ancestor. Rhaella felt that Helaena should’ve still been honored in some way. She did have a name given to her by her father but after he stopped caring about her, she discarded it. 
-Likes making some rather tall tales, usually to scare Dany. It hasn’t fully gone away after she’s grown into a young woman but this time, she uses her imagination to write various stories, which have given her some coin. She writes her stories under the pen name “Haelor of Lys,” pretending to be a man when she writes.
-Her hair is naturally red but due to it being the one thing she inherited from her father, she prefers to dye it pink the way her late mother did
-Doesn’t quite understand different parts of Westerosi customs and traditions, finding the concept of chivalry and knighthood in particular, to be a bit funny
-Is allergic to lemons, something that Dany sometimes can’t quite believe
-Often makes trips into Lys’ market with Saela, Irri, and Jhiqui to buy some food for Brightfyre keep. Because of this, the commonborn Lyseni are quite familiar and friendly with her. She’s particularly known for making witty quips and jests and entertaining the commonborn children with her tall tales. Due to this, she’s been affectionately called “Lena Brighteyes” by the commonborn
-Her mother is a topic she doesn’t want to talk about often, since she was a former bedslave to Helena’s father and stayed with him after being freed since she was still conditioned to see the man as her master. Because of this, Helena is absolutely disgusted with her father and doubts that for all his claims of it being true, didn’t actually love her mother. 
-While she and Bethany are as thick as thieves and she does love Dany, her relationship with Viserys is probably the most strained one she has with a sibling. This is because he had once said something extremely hurtful and never apologised nor remembered it. What exactly he said is unknown to everyone but her.
-She met a sellsword known as “Serkhon of Lys” during one of her trips to the markets and the two would strike up a friendship, often writing to each other. Eventually, Serkhon would ask Rhaella and Bonnifer for their blessing to marry her, and the two happily agreed. The two would have a daughter named Elaena.
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Bethany Brightfyre
“Bethany the Silent”
“The Wellflower”
“Bethany Flowers” “Bethy”
-The orphaned daughter of two bastards, her mother being a Dornish sellsword named Maria Sand who was contracted to Lys and her Lyseni paramour who formerly worked in a pillowhouse. It’s unknown how her parents died, since she’s tight-lipped on the topic and it's still a sore spot for her. What she would talk about regarding her parents does show that they were the best any child could ask for, which made their deaths hurt all the more for her.
-Rhaella discovered her by a well trying to sell some “cloth flowers” and taking pity on the girl, took her under her wing. 
-Often quiet and as such, easily fades into the background, Bonifer suspects that her demeanor could be connected to her parents’ deaths. As such, most people would assume that this means she can easily be pushed around but make no mistake, she doesn't’ take insults to her or her loved ones lying down.
-She has quite a fascination with flowers,knowing lots of different species and facts about them, along with often making them in different arts and crafts. Because of this, there came a joke e from Ser Darry about how the bastard name “Flowers” would fit her better than “Sand.” As such, she’s sometimes known as “Bethany Flowers”
-Believe it or not, she was the first who got Viserys to stop being less of a brat, since he had a soft spot for her...and because she slapped him during one of his tantrums when they were little and now he’s honestly scared of her sometimes.
-Very close to Helena, seeing as the two of them found common ground from being “outsiders” of a sort from Rhaella’s group and from the Brightfyres, along with how both of them lost a loved one. Though Helena would admit that she’s a bit envious that Beth had a loving father.
-Part of the reason Rhaella decided to adopt her was that her name and dark hair reminded the former queen of her beloved grandmother, something Bethany herself has picked up on over the years. 
-Honestly does not know what to do with children, put a baby in her arms and she will feel awkward. 
-Fond of riddles, expect her to jump at the chance to solve one whenever she can.
-She picked up on the Common Tongue faster than Helena did, her teasing her sister over it is one of the few times others witness her joking side. On the other hand, she honestly has difficulty picking up on the Lyseni dialect of High Valyrian.
-The whole culture and idea of bastardy is something she doesn’t quite fully understand nor get behind, due to her parents’ influence. If it was up to her, every bastard would be loved, since she would seriously make it a law.
-Quite skilled at embroidering and sewing. Greyworm, Maegor’s adopted son, and Rhaegel, Maegor’s son from his second marriage, both came up to her asking her to teach them how to sew. She agreed and patiently taught the two boys and over time, the three became close. 
-Eventually grew to romantically love Rhaegel Brightfyre and the two would marry, though they both decided they didn’t really want any children, content with each other.
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wriochilde · 1 year
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why does she keep dismissing me like that
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figofswords · 1 year
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the op of the Hannah Gluckstein post is a terf :pensive: shes red on shinigami eyes + has some real sketchy stuff on her blog. obv no judgment, just letting you know in case you wanted to block her. love ur art <3 <3
eurgh thanks for letting me know :/// I’m not gonna delete the reblog bc hannah gluckstein as a jewish butch artist is still something that speaks to me personally and I had never heard of her before but I will be blocking the op. fucking astounding that these people will understand gender-nonconformity of lesbianism and then turn around and fail to expand it beyond the end of their nose. goddamn.
#(ok sorry went on a rant in the tags so if you don’t want to read me losing my shit over transmisogyny here is your warning)#as an afab gnc lesbian myself I feel far far far more kinship to trans women than I ever felt to most cishet women and CERTAINLY to terfs#like. not to go off on a whole rant but it is genuinely so baffling to me#how can you read gender and sexuality studies and examine gender as the construct that it is and then come to the conclusion#that gender essentialism is the way to go?? MAKE IT MAKE SENSE.#when I took gender studies it was so fucking clear to me that like. it’s all bullshit. there is no binary gender there is no binary sex#none of it is real. society wants it to be real SO BADLY that doctors perform genital surgery on intersex infants to assign them sex/gender#trans women were and are and always will be SO SO SO SO SO key to queer liberation and the queer rights movement#and they are The Most Fucking Vulnerable Group!!!! they deserve more goddamn respect and protection!#going back DECADES they’ve been shut out of gay/lesbian rights groups#it’s like. transfemmes and fem leaning gay men are met with such aggressive hatred#in ways more extreme than say a woman cutting her hair short ever is#bc society views feminity as something weak and shameful#which! fucking proves a lot of the points terfs THINK they’re trying to say which SHOULD expand to#‘oh hey maybe our rhetoric was seeded as a way to cause a rift in what SHOULD be rhe ubited front of intersectional feminism’#‘and therefore we should work together and for and with trans women’#but no they’re too blind to realize that their shit MAKES NO FUCKING SENSE!!!!! AAAAAA#anyways. fuck. sorry to go off I just scrolled through ops page to confirm and got Real Fucking Mad godfuckingdsmnit#I need to install shinigami eyes I just keep forgetting#thanks for telling me tho anon. ugh.#asks#anonanonanonanah
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heloflor · 9 months
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Been back from vacation for around four days now and learned about Charles Martinet retiring, which did bum me out.
Like don't get me wrong, I knew this day would happen eventually. Nintendo clearly wants their franchise to go on for as long as they can, and Martinet is already rather old. It was only a matter of time before he would have to pass on the torch. But i guess I just didn't expect it to happen this soon ?
On that note, I'm actually not that worried for Mario's voice. In the trailer of Mario Wonder, the new actor sounds a lot like Martinet, to the point where many thought it was him (myself included). And considering Nintendo being Nintendo, they'll probably not tolerate a bad imitator. I'm also not worried for Wario since Wario Ware Gold happened so him having another voice won't be too weird (for context I played this game in french). As for Waluigi, he's a character I don't care that much for so I won't mind if he sounds a bit different.
Now Luigi is actually the one I'm worried about, because Martinet gives him such a soft-spoken dorky shy vibe and I couldn't imagine him any other way. I'm going to miss him sounding like a dorky sweetheart trying his best to be as brave as his bro...
Oh and also, a few things I've read and agree on : 1. It'd be better if each of those characters get their own voice actor that can imitate them well, rather than trying to get one person who can do some voices well but others not, 2. It sucks that Martinet didn't get to voice his characters one last time in the movie, tho given there's going to be sequels, it makes the casting decision makes a bit more sense (makes more sense as in "not casting Martinet so that there's no actor change for the sequel which would makes the voices sound off", not the whole "shitty popular guy instead of an actual voice actor" thing), 3. At least Martinet chose to retire instead of being unfairly fired. Hell Nintendo actually recognized how much of an impact Martinet had on their characters and made him the Mario franchise's ambassador ! It's great !
In any case, thank you Charles Martinet for voicing our childhood. ❤ The cheerfulness and dorkyness those characters have wouldn't exist without you, and may you have a happy retirement.
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ratscabies · 11 months
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metaphysical shop haul
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famewolf · 1 year
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honestly, shout out to arizona tea
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lhrry · 2 years
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I am once again imagining an animatic far beyond my art capabilities
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cherryblossomshadow · 2 years
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ngl I was really hoping Reva would monologue at Leia for a bit, so Leia could Therapy no Jutsu her a little :(
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osaemu · 5 months
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GOJO SATORU: KISS & MAKE UP
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✩ ‧ ˚. streamer!au: after the breakup, you two decide to make up in the traditional way—by having sex! NSFW
contents: fem!reader. oral (f. recieving), p –> v, teasing, praise, hair pulling (m. recieving), missionary, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, use of pet names (too many to list here). not proofread bc you couldn't pay me to read all this again. 2.5k words. read this fic beforehand for better understanding of the context, but you don't have to.
author's note: tumblr hates me and that's why the banner quality's trash. if u wanna see the details, click here. anyways the streamer!gojo smut has finally arrived, tagging @satorena @screampied @cultrise, enjoyyy ;)
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“did you tell them we’re back together?”
satoru nods in response to your question, plopping down on the couch next to you. he's spent the last hour chatting with his stream, and eventually he broke the news that you and him were back together after the breakup.
“yeah, i did,” he confirms, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your neck. your hands automatically move to his hair and you thread your fingers through the soft white strands, pausing after a couple seconds to give him a quick kiss on the forehead.
a week ago, you and satoru had an admittedly messy breakup—not messy in the sense that it got toxic or dramatic, but messy in the way that it could’ve easily been avoided. it wasn’t that big of a deal, but thankfully, you and satoru resolved your misunderstanding within a relatively short time.
since then, things have been a little different—satoru’s been taking a break from streaming, which gave him move time to spend with you and away from his thousands of fans. it was his suggestion, and not surprisingly, it worked. but all good things have to come to an end, and your “honeymoon” away from satoru’s stream seems to be coming to a close.
“something smells good,” satoru notes, lifting his head and glancing at the kitchen. “wait, is that ramen?” your boyfriend gasps, eyes rounding as he looks at you hopefully. 
“yeah, you said you were craving it, so i made some,” you reply with a smile, untangling yourself from his arms and walking over to the kitchen. satoru blows you a flurry of kisses that you see out of the corner of your eye as you check on the ramen, which looks pretty much done.
“y’know, i still haven’t forgiven you for the shit you pulled last week,” you say dryly, turning off the stove and draining the water from the ramen into your sink. the steam rises up as the boiling water slips down into the drain, clouding your face for a moment before it dissipates into thin air. 
“...does that mean i don’t get to eat that ramen?” satoru asks tentatively, a nervous smile on his lips as you empty a packet of flavored powder into the ramen. you shoot him a look and raise an eyebrow, turning back to the stove to hide your smile.
“maybe, maybe not,” you reply coyly, not wanting to give in too soon.
“boo, you whore.”
you roll your eyes and divide the ramen into two bowls, one for you and one for your boyfriend. “you’re lucky i’m too nice to let you starve, regina,” you say pointedly, walking back over to the couch and handing one of the bowls to him, which satoru takes with both hands—a habit from his childhood that never went away. “otherwise you’d be—”
satoru cuts you off by poking your lips with his chopsticks, steaming hot ramen wrapped around them. you reluctantly open your mouth and let him feed you, smiling when he seals the bite with a kiss. 
“best girlfriend ever,” satoru proclaims when he pulls away, a lazy smile playing on his lips. his soft blue eyes study your own, observing your unusually guarded expression and frowning.
“how many times do i gotta apologize for my bullshit before you stop making that face at me?” he grumbles, twirling his chopsticks in his bowl and taking a bite of the ramen. it’s cute how satoru’s face lights up at the taste, and it’s even cuter how his eyes round at you in awe when he takes another bite. “i didn’t know instant ramen could be this good,” he muses, licking any lingering flavor off of his lips.
“very funny, satoru,” you laugh, swirling your chopsticks around the broth and watching the rest of the steam rise from your bowl. “and to answer your question, i don’t really know.”
satoru tilts his head and takes a sip of his water, ice clinking against the side of the glass. when you respond to his question, he pauses and tilts his head in confusion. “...wait, what does that mean?”
you think for a second, choosing your words carefully. “i’m not sure how long it’ll take until we’re back to… normal,” you say cautiously. in all honesty, you weren’t that pissed off at him—you never were. but the fact that satoru was so ready to throw your relationship away over something as small as that was upsetting, to say the least. and you weren’t entirely sure it wouldn’t happen again.
satoru looks at you thoughtfully, more serious than you’ve seen him in a while. you can almost see the gears turning in his head before he replies. “any idea how i can make it up to you?”
you shrug, swallowing another bite of ramen before you meet his eyes. “you tell me. actions speak louder than words.”
your boyfriend drops his chopsticks, letting them clatter around in the bowl before he stands up. he extends a hand to you, a determined glint in his eye. “then lemme prove it to you.”
“satoru, you can’t bribe me with sex.”
“that’s not all i’ll be doing, sweetheart. trust me.”
and that’s how you ended up in his room, hands tangled in satoru’s soft white hair as he eats you out. his tongue laps at your cunt with quick, kitten-like strokes, and he presses a gentle kiss to the inside of your thigh. “feels s’good, satoru,” you breathe, involuntarily tugging on his hair and dragging out a groan from his lips. “sorry—”
“don’t apologize,” satoru mumbles in reply, nose brushing against your dripping thighs as his tongue slips past your folds and goes in deeper. he looks up and locks eyes with you, unable to resist smiling at the way your legs tremble around him. “aw, you’re so fuckin’ cute,” he murmurs, flicking his tongue in and out of your cunt with a grin. “and i’m the one who should be—fuck, you’re gorgeous—apologizing.”
this isn’t the first time satoru’s eaten you out, but it feels like it every single time—somehow, his tongue has a talent of rendering you unable to focus on anything else but him. you grind your hips against satoru’s face, eyes squinted shut as your boyfriend flattens his tongue before lapping your slick up with cloudy eyes. “shit, i don’t know what i’d be without you,” he murmurs, voice low and steady—and something about his tone makes you certain he’s being completely honest with you.
“you’re so—fuck, satoru, i’m gonna cum,” you breathe, back automatically arching when satoru’s tongue reaches that spot inside you. he laughs, and the vibration of the soft sound against your puffy, sensitive cunt almost makes your legs give out—but thankfully, satoru’s hands are secured around your thighs, holding you in place. “‘toru, i can’t—”
“yeah, y’can, just relax that pretty pussy for me,” he cooes, licking up the slick dripping down his chin. “c’mon, you’re doing so good f’me, keep going, baby.” and just like that, his tongue slips out of your cunt and he lets you cum—the sheer force of your orgasm hits you like a truck, and your hips roll against satoru’s face in a choppy rhythm as you desperately ride it out, hands gripping and accidentally yanking his hair.
you stutter out his name a couple more times, unable to focus on anything but the feeling of satoru’s mouth on your sensitive, gushing pussy. your boyfriend praises you the whole way, gently murmuring soft words about how sweet you are for letting him taste you, even while your relationship was rocky. when your voice steadies enough for satoru to make out what you’re begging him to do, he’s not at all surprised to hear you plea for him to fuck you—so stands up and tugs you down onto his bed, hand intertwined with yours as he pulls the sheets over your bodies. 
you squeeze satoru’s hand and lean in to kiss him, chest still heaving from your earlier orgasm. naturally, you miss his lips and end up kissing the side of his face, which is flushed bright red from the way his body reacts to the taste of your pussy. “don’t ever leave me like that again,” you whisper, tears pricking at your eyes for some reason—maybe it’s the lovesick way satoru looks at you, or maybe it’s the way he’s holding onto you like there’s no place he’d rather be.
“i won’t,” satoru promises, pressing an affectionate kiss to your forehead and pulling your head into his chest. his lips touch the top of your head as he murmurs, “and if i do, shoot me.” it sounds like a joke, but you both know that he’s dead serious.
“good thing i won’t have to do that,” you say with a soft giggle. your smile is heart-achingly familiar to satoru, and it feels like home—and that’s the realization that has him stripping off what little clothing the two of you still have on before he climbs on top of you. 
satoru touches the tip of his dick to your pussy, waiting for your nod to allow him to go in all the way. after a second, you dip your chin and trail your fingers down satoru’s jaw, grabbing his chin and pulling him down into another kiss. his lips linger for a couple seconds, still-minty breath tickling your face, before he pulls away. satoru slowly lowers his hips and nudges his dick inside of your desperate cunt, hands resting on either side of you.
even though it’s only been a little over a week since you last had sex with satoru, it feels like it’s been forever—your boyfriend curses when he feels how tight you are, mumbling something about missing you “so fucking much” as he goes in deeper and deeper. it hurts a little at first, but you quickly get used to the feeling of him inside of you. 
“fuckin’ hell, i’m never gonna get tired of this,” satoru breathes, dipping his head and kissing your collarbone. a single drop of sweat drips down the side of his face as he watches you squirm, eyes soft and endearing as you do so. he starts rolling his hips back and forth against you to loosen you up a little, dragging out soft moans from you as he does so. 
“yeah, you better not,” you mutter, tilting your head back and drawing in a long breath of air. you can’t remember the last time you felt this good—maybe it was the last time satoru fucked you. “satoru, y’re going so slow—”
your boyfriend cuts you off with a particularly harsh thrust, making your body jolt against his mattress. satoru lifts his head and looks you in the eye, a breathy laugh slipping out of him when he sees the pout on your lips. “the fuck you mean, i’m going slow? you want me to tear you apart? silly girl,” he tuts, back to his usual cocky self. he shakes his head and goes deep enough in you to force you to arch your back, starting to grin at the way you paw at his chest. “always so selfish, aren’t you?” he cooes, dipping his head and giving you a sloppy kiss on the forehead. “but you’re always—so—fuckin’—sweet,” satoru whispers, punctuating each word with a thrust hard enough for you to moan out his name more times than you can count.
“you’re the selfish one,” you mumble, lips trembling enough to muffle your voice. satoru huffs out a sigh and kisses your mouth, teeth gently brushing against your bottom lip. “you broke up with me for no reason,” you continue, tears pricking at your eyes again. “you think i’m gonna forgive you this fast?” 
satoru shakes his head again and caresses the side of your face. “will you?” he asks, slowing his pace enough for you to notice. you mutter something about him edging you on purpose, to which satoru shushes you and repeats his question.
“maybe.”
“you gotta stop giving me maybe’s, baby—y’re drivin’ me crazy here.”
in the past week, satoru’s done so much for you, and it hasn’t gone unnoticed. on the day after your breakup, he picked you up from your house and took you for a picnic entirely curated by him. on the second day, he made you breakfast, lunch and dinner—it wasn’t the best food you ever had, but it was definitely the most memorable (in more ways than one). on the third day, he took you out to your favorite amusement park and did everything he could to make you smile—by then, you had pretty much forgiven him, and the giant teddy bear he dropped in your bedroom only made you love him more. the rest of the days were filled with longing glances and little gifts left around your house, which only helped him earn more and more of you back.
so, you figure that satoru deserves what comes next.
“okay,” you whisper. 
satoru’s eyes widen and he hesitates before he tentatively asks, “does this mean—”
you don’t let him finish his question, instead grabbing his face and tugging him down into a full kiss. he lets out a soft hm? in surprise, but kisses you back more than gratefully. “c’mon, make me cum,” you breathe when he finally pulls away. satoru nods dazedly and mouths “i love you” before he goes back in you, pace faster than before.
one of his hands snakes down to your waist, holding it in pace while the other caresses your face. you gaze up at him with a soft smile, eyes fluttering open and closed every time his dick hits your sweet spot—which is more times than your body can handle, but you welcome the feeling of him deep inside of you. after barely a couple thrusts, a coil forms in your stomach, growing tighter and tighter with each movement of satoru’s hips. 
satoru laughs, chest heaving as he grins down at you cheekily. “i knew you’d forgive me,” he murmurs, pinching your cheek affectionately. “m’ so sorry—”
“shut up and fuck me,” you interrupt, tongue starting to loll out of your mouth as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to cumming all over satoru’s dick. 
“as you wish, princess.”
satoru’s breathing slowly changes, becoming more choppy and uneven the closer you watch him get to his high—it’s so, so close for both of you, and when it comes, it takes over both of your minds like a drug. satoru curses and groans out your name, thrusts growing sloppy as he desperately rides out his orgasm. cum shoots out from his dick and coats the inside of your cunt white, dripping out once you physically can’t take any more.
you run your hands all over satoru’s body, clawing and gripping at every inch of skin you can latch onto—satoru’s always been your anchor, and you hope that he always will be. one of his hands leaves the side of your face and tangles with your fingers, holding it down against the mattress as he promises to never screw you over like that again, and you’re only too welcoming to him and his words as you squirt all over his dick. “fuck, satoru—”
he lifts his eyes and meets your own, and unlike you, his vision is clearer than ever. “shoot me if i ever leave you again, baby. i’m serious.”
you raise a shaky hand and touch the side of his face, eyes fluttering shut as you murmur, “i know i won’t have to.”
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