NSFW but the boys cumming prematurely simply by kissing has been on my mind heavy lately likeâ
I know I need to stop but I canât stop thinking about getting hot and heavy with them and apparently it gets too hot too fast and theyâre so embarrassed but youâre chill about it you actually find it hot endearing.
Satoru whose body stiffened as he pulled his lips away from yours. You could feel his body slightly shake and twitch beneath you, and he's looking at you with a sheepish expression, widened eyes and his lips slowly curled into an embarrassed grin. He makes jokes of the situation to ease his embarrassment and he explains how it wouldnât affect his performance, confidence wavering in the slightest but you simply laugh at his jokes and assure him that it was okay and you actually found it cute.
Ooof or how Suguru is probably the one who is most embarrassed, pushing his body off of yours interrupting the steamy make out session. You wondered if you did something wrong but you knew that wasnât the case when you looked at his expression. Head hung low and you both watched as the bulge in his sweats twitched, staining the gray with milky white drops that pushed past the fabrics. He facepalmed to cover his reddening face and apologized profusely. You didnât mean to laugh but you did, giggles escaping your lips and you cupped his face that was hot to the touch, to let him know it was nothing to be embarrassed about.
Or Nanami who groaned into your lips, roughly grabbing your hips to stop from grinding on his. He looked down and you followed suit, eyeing how his legs flexed while his dick twitched some, a growing wet spot now visible on his slacks. He looked up at you, panting and speechless, confused expression on his face because this has never happened to him and he didnât even know it was possible. He opened his mouth to say something but didnât know what to say. You gave him a smile and guided your hips back on his, you didnât need an explanation, you just needed him.
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ââ â ! â CHALKBOARD AND NAILS
tw. noncon, yandere, dumbification, objectification, daddy kink, some degradation, some praise, threats, brief mention of murder and blood, hair pulling, forced oral
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a/n. ⥠commissioned by the amazing @totalleelee âĄâĄâĄ here you are my loVE!!! happy late birthday to your friend as well, and I really hope you guys enjoy it! I always like getting to write new characters and Nanami was definitely a fun one. I had to make the fic longer bc I wanted moreEeeeee but yea i just really really hope you enjoy it, and thank you again a miLLIOn for commIng me iM so sO HONOUREDDD
nanami kento x fem!reader
You should think about what youâre doing. Lying upside down off the couch with your eyes big and long, distracting lashes and your hair hanging; casting playful shadows on the floor when you move. His couch. Heâd like to believe youâre doing it on purpose -hell, most people would probably be inclined to- when youâve got that coy, little smile on your face and your shirt rides up to reveal a sliver of skin above your pants.
He would assume if you had ever dared to come onto him in any way. But you havenât, and so he canât, not when you remain the perfectly sweet, kind, respectful graduate they hired only a few years agoâ and it makes him too aware of you.
Nanamiâs not the prim and proper bootlicker Gojo jokes he looks like; so among the other sorcerers, it isnât even too illogical that you would cling to him a little. A kouhai dumped on his doorstep when the higher-ups decided to employ them fresh out of school. If it were anyone else, he wouldâve complained until the choice was overruled. But youâre not anyone else. He canât even lie about the fact that heâs grown quite the attachment to you.
Your bubbly, engaged energy and blueberry scented shampoo and cheap coffee in styrofoam cups that you always, always forget to throw away at the end of the day. Your chattering that rings through his brain before he goes to sleep and the way you talk and talk and talk when he wonât. Youâre the exact opposite of an enigma, because that would require that you left him with some mysteries, and you donât have the ability to keep your mouth shut. He hates how easy you wind him around your little finger, and he hates that he hates it.
Nanamiâs not a dependant guy- and it seems to be your goal to prove him so fucking wrong.
âWhy wouldnât that be possible? I mean, itâd be hard if suddenly a curse shows up and youâre called up in the middle of the night and have to rush to work, and our rates of serious injury are pretty high. But I think I could make it work! Yâknow, communication is key and all that.â Your pretty lips shine as you ramble on. You prop your head onto one arm, and turn over so your leg is basically straddling his furniture. âHave you ever dated a non-sorcerer while youâve been a grade one, Nanamin?â
He lets out a slow exhale, and shifts his gaze back from the lines of your throat to his book so you donât catch him looking. âNo.â
âNot once? In like twelve years?â You raise a brow like youâve suddenly discovered heâs some ancient fossil dug up from the canal.
âI prefer not to leave my partners for weeks on end with no explanation because the sorcerer world forbids itâ so no. And I didnât graduate twelve years ago, brat.â With the spine of the book he taps your nose, before getting up from the chair to join you on the couch. The few drinks have been abandoned as you finally let the blood back out of your head and wobble like a deer, blinking too slowly. Even now, youâre pretty. Prettier than he wants you to be, taking in the soft slope of your nose and the pillowy lips and your stupid flush on your face. Brat is right.
âI think Iâll do it,â you declare after a few seconds, and rest your head back into the couch with a pout. âI get lonely. And most sorcerers have giant egos.â Heâs not sure if it takes him aback -canât place the emotion that washes over him a few inches at a time- but he finds himself watching the side of your face a little too tightly. The cogs turn in his head and send some uncomfortable cold to gather in the pit of his stomach. Your lashes flutter and some wetness lines your waterline, and he can tell that you mean it. It isnât the alcohol, he knows you better than enough.
When you look up at him, your faces are only a few inches apartâ soft breaths filling the narrow space between. Has he ever told you he loves you? Heâs not a man of too many words, thatâs always been more your style than hisâ so probably not. But he does. So much it carves a gaping hole in his chest upon impact. He doesnât have to say anything to see the way your eyes flutter shyly with the near perfect closeness. As your silence hangs as the room disappears, his hand twitching on his thigh. Arenât you partly his like heâs yours? Thatâs how it should work. Itâs the only logical course of action, and so he canât help but lean in.
Youâre just too shy to say anything- right? You wouldnât hang out with him so much if you didnât, wouldnât trust and touch him, or confide in him so much if you didnât. His heart burns in his chest the closer you seem to get. But before he can finish up the gap, you giggle and back away. âWow! Hey, we almost kissed.â Your voice is a higher pitch than normal, but still rambly. Fuck. âI didnât expect you to be so close when I looked up,â your nose and cheeks are burning hot, âyou scared me, Nanamin~â
You stand from the couch instead, and lean towards him with that little smile that drives him crazy at night. âSenpai, itâs clearly time for me to go home. Iâm getting sloppy.â You are. And as much as he wants to use that as an excuse to grab you by your waist and pull you into his lap, it wouldnât do any good. Not when youâre too busy running your mouth to understand the consequences. He loves you, but youâre one infuriating little runt. You run your hand through his hair like itâs an intrusive thought, spilling loose locks onto his forehead, and then you smack your lips. âWill you see me to the door at least?â
For not the first time, he blames your loose lips for making it so hard for him.
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Youâre entirely different outside the four walls of his apartment.
Itâs a coincidence that he finds himself across the street as he spots you walking under the streetlights with a little jump in your step. You look a different sort of formidableâ clinging to the arm of some plain fucking loser that is so very clearly drooling all over you. Itâs almost pathetic how easily swayed the guy is, as you bat your lashes and smile at him. And somewhere in the back of his mind, it rings a little familiar, but common sense and logic get pushed down a little under the feeling of anger that he feels bubbling up in him.
Not at youâ though he told you he didnât think it a good idea, youâve always been a bit dense. In need of protection. It isnât an option, and Nanamiâs responsible for you. He looks out for you. This fucking loser though, is oblivious about anything but the skin your dress is showing off. In the brief few moments he gets to spot you walking off towards your street, that much becomes clear. You love making it hard for him. Youâre basically magnetic, dragging him along from whatever chore he was doing to follow behind patiently, getting more and more agitated.
See, Nanami has thought quite often about what he is, and isnât. You forced him to think it over whenever he found his mind wandering back to you each time it had the chance, squeezing around his cock and whining out your dramatics into his mouth. In his imagination, heâs easy to wrap up into a neat bow. With a begrudgingly growing interest each time you landed on his couch, or trailed behind him like a puppy at work. Itâs because of all that introspection that he decided he isnât a good do-er. He does good, and he is perfectly adequate at doing it too. But he doesnât do it for the praise of it.
Nanami isnât a hero. He isnât a vigilante.
Heâs a simple guy with simple wants: you. So thereâs only one reason that crystalizes in his mind as he finds himself walking a good distance behind this fucking loser that youâre blinking stars up at. It isnât a noble one. Just that every fiber in him aches to grab the guy by the back of his neck and kick his head like a soccer ball. You wouldnât like that much, but he still wants to do it.
Youâre beaming and chattering along like you do at such a pace that you donât even notice that heâs started to follow behind. Hell, you barely even acknowledge a passerby to move out of the way. Youâre totally zoned in to your doe-eyed, little fantasiesâ even as the distance gets closer and closer, and heâs walking down the now familiar streets towards your apartment. And as much as he wants to blame you, he can't. Not really. Itâs not like he didnât know what a sweet little cheerleader you were when you were prancing around his office with the shortest skirts known to man and a coquettish blink of your long lashes. But itâs different when itâs some two-bit, middle aged non-sorcerer with a five oâclock shadow.
Itâs different when it isnât him. Even you must know that. You must feel it.
The skyâs darkening as your conversation goes from enthusiastic to clearly flirty, letting your giggle ring out down the laneâ as he makes up the last bit of distance. The guyâs probably musty breath reaching you as he swings his arm over your shoulder, as he pulls you close. As he fills your head with all kinds of promises that he definitely wonât actually meet as soon as he gets your pretty hands around his cock. He knows it, and he knows that even your innocent, sweet personality would take a hit if that happened. You wouldnât be able to perform well at work, and maybe even your relationship with Nanami would suffer if you got your heart broken.
Thereâs a very clear path before him that ends right where youâre walking up the steps towards your door, and those pretty lips form words he canât focus on. He walks up to the door, and only now do you glance behind you and your pretty eyes go curiously wide at him. âNanami?â Youâre so fucking cute. But that stupid fucking arm around your shoulders is in his way. It blocks you from view, and ruins the sight. Itâs a bother. Thereâs only the faintest hints of jealousy and rage left in his veins - when he gives you a quick nod, then turns towards the guy whoâs now got an awfully dumb expression on his face. It reminds him a little of a curse, blank and narrowed and disturbed. He feels eerily calm, really. Itâs a simple problem with a simple solution, isnât it.
âWhat are you doing here-â you start to say, before you stumble back.
Blood splatters all over, and with an awfully easy motion that stupid head rolls and drops to the floor. Itâs quick, and thereâs a few seconds where he waits for the resistance. The uncomfortable feeling of guilt. But it doesnât comeâ
Until your shaky hand clutches almost painfully onto his shirt, pinching him. âH- Nanamin. What the hell do you think youâre doing? What did you-â You gasp, breaking off into a choked cry when your eyes take in the sight before you, before squeezing your eyes shut entirely and starting to shake harder. âWhatâs- why?! What did you do? Why did you do that?! I canât- I canât even- what- why?!â
You shove him aside, and his foot lands in the mess as you fumble sticking the key into the lockâ too shaky to control your own extremities well. But your mouth still hasnât stopped running. âStay away! Go away! Youâre- I- hick- I donât wanna look!â You finally manage to get the key turned by the time the tears are making your cheeks entirely shiny, snot running and lip wobbly like a five year oldâ and sink down into a crouch to start sobbing it out into your arm. âYou just killed a-an-â You canât even make it halfway through without breaking out into another squeak. âF-for no reason. I invited him here- seriously, whatâs wrong with you?â
Your face doesnât come up again for breath until he grabs you by the arm to help you up, and you shove at him again, almost yelling this time. âNo, no, no no no! Leave me alone!â This little scene youâre making is gonna attract attention, you know. âLeave me alone, I want to go in!â Before the situation can get out of hand, he pushes your door open enough to toss you inside, and the body after you. Thereâs a muffled little whimper from you when it lands with a thump on your floor. But as soon as he closes the door, the surge of adrenaline calms.
He just has to explain it to you, give him a minute.
âI donât wanna- I donât-â
For some reason, the entire situation winded him, and his beating heart bangs loudly in his chest. He drops his weapon aside and kicks off his shoes, and goes to youâ where youâre cocooned in your own arms, knees to your chest. âHey, itâs-â
âLeave me alone!â you squeak, knocking his hands away from you, only briefly looking up. âGo. Hck- go away!â Youâre crying so much that your eyes are red and your cheeks puffy. But he still grabs you by your arms and hauls you up into his chest, ignoring the way you make yourself dead weight. Brat. He wants to say it, but heâs pretty sure you wouldnât be too happy to hear it at this very moment. Itâs not like he blames you. Heâs always tried to shield you from the more gruesome parts of the occupation as much as possible. Of course youâd be upset. âNanamin~â you whine.
âShhh, just calm down. Itâs all good now.â His heart still beats so loud. Maybe he was angrier than he first imagined. He carries you -much to your dismay, if your sniveling cries are anything to go off- out of the hall and into your bedroom. Where it smells of perfume and girly body lotion, and so overwhelmingly like you it takes him aback a little. Youâre still crying, and still talking- but he does his best to drown it out in favor of explaining. See, heâs always been such a sucker for you. Swallowing down the slight rasp in his voice, he allows you to drop back into your bed, and looks down at you. Youâre still pretty even with your eyes clenched closed, and crying like a baby. âThere, âs okay.â
He runs his thumb along your eyes, then settles down next to you on the plush mattress. âI didnât mean to scare you. Listen-â
âHow can I -hck- listen?!â Youâre quick to turn your face away from him, and wrap your arms around yourself a bit tighterâ probably unaware of the distracting way you push up your tits that way in that little implication of a dress. Really, Nanami swallows, you can obviously do much better than that loser thatâs probably staining your carpet at the entrance. Your lip wobbles again, before you suck it into your mouth. âI donât know what- or how- but that isnât okay, Nanamin. I just-â
So again, he tries to get your attention, this time by grabbing your arm. âJust listen. I did it for you- if this was anyone else I wouldnât have been so pressed.â Itâs true. No one is a priority like you are. âI had to.â
âWhat are you talking about? How- is killing someone- oh god, thereâs a dead guy in my house, Nanamin! I donât k- what am I gonna do? Why would you-â
âIâm trying to tell you something.â His voice is lower and sharper this time, and your eyes finally shoot open to look at him. But it isn't that adoring little look you normally have, and somehow that pisses him off too. You really need to have everything spelled out for you, huh. He loves you though, really, he genuinely, genuinely does. As more than just an equalâ if he could, heâd give you everything. He just doesnât know how to say it, staring back at the wobbly tears on your face. âI love you,â is what ends up coming out, and then a breath.
And heâd say more if you werenât such a talker.
Your face goes a little distant for a few seconds, before you shake your head. âWhat does that have to do with anything?â
âI will tell you, if you just-â
âI canât accept that, senpai! You canât just go around and kill-â
âI was protecting you!â
âFrom what?!â Before you even give him a chance, a real one, you start righting yourself on the bed and run a hand under your nose. And you stare at him with such disbelief and broken trust that it makes him feel a little dizzy. He doesnât know exactly how he imagined himself spilling his guts, but it wasnât like this. âYou need to leave. And I need to contact someone from the higher ups to- take care of- I donât even know,â you sob, âI donât know how any of this goes. Thatâs so messed up, Kento.â Thatâs the first time youâve ever addressed him by his first name. Scolding him for a choice he made purely for you. He did this for you. âYou need to-â
He canât let the first time end this way.
âStop talking.â
âStop talking?â You echo back to him, and glare, also getting up off the bed and farther away from himâ and he canât help but follow. âWhat did you think was gonna happen? That I wasnât going to say anything?â As he gets up with you, you walk back a step, and your eyes flick back and forth between him and the door a few times. But he chases, and you jump in surprise when your back meets the wall, effectively trapping you between the wall and him. âI- Nanami-â
âKento.â
You barely blink as you take a sharp intake of air, and then hold your hands up to his chest to keep some space between you two. âLook- just- we can talk about this, but I canât just ignore that thereâs a dead body in my house, Kento.â Heâs really sick of you talking. Youâre lucky he loves your voice so much, because if it was anyone else, he wouldnât stand for it. Whatever you see in his expression must have you worried, because that slight defiance that remains gets awfully feeble when he reaches for you this time. âYouâre scaring me. Please, just- hck- just back up. Let me process this, and then we can talk.â
âNo, all your talking just gets in the way.â Your eyes go wide and a wave of heat washes over your features, making you look even more attractive. If he canât tell you, heâll just show you. Youâve got it all fucking wrong. What he feels for you is true love. Before you can go on another mad ramble, he grabs you and drags you back to bed, as gently as he can while having his hand screwed tight around your wrist. He wouldnât ever actually hurt you. As you land on the bed, he holds you downâ watching as you open your mouth to talk. But you canât, because heâs already shoved two fingers between your lips and feels the way your hot, wet tongue squirms as he pushes them down your throat. âThere, thatâs better.â
Still youâre trying to talk, itâs almost funny. You whine around his fingers and gag when you canât, breathing his name into an uncomfortable moan that just turns him on. You try to pull your head away, but you canât. âYouâre a lot sweeter when youâre not running your mouth sometimes, baby.â He canât help it, it just comes out. He likes you so much, and you just look so cute gagging on his fingers and grabbing his sleeve like youâre not sure whether or not to pull or push. Tears start welling up along your waterline when he runs his fingertips over your soft, pink tongue. And his cock twitches in his pants.
Thatâs the good part, see. Even with all this fighting, you two still get along so well. You make him a better man when heâs around you. At least, in theory. Heâs not crazy, he knows that holding you down and making you choke on his fingers isnât really the best course of action -but you left him no choice- and heâs better off finishing what he started. âIf you shut up,â he draws his fingers out of your mouth to start unzipping his pants, âIâll let you breathe. If you donât, Iâll make sure you wonât want to talk again.â Itâs all up to you, pretty girl. Simple cause and effect. You take one sharp breath as you try to get out from under his weight, but thereâs really nowhere you can go.
So you do what you do best, and whine. âNanami~â Itâs a baby-ish little whimper that makes him name sound so fucking good. But still. He grabs your face to squish your cheeks, and stares down at you with such intensity that you keep your cries in.
âItâs Kento.â His voice is a low, soft rumble. He wonder if it gives away the way his body feels right now, standing above you while his cock strains against his pants. Theyâre getting too tight to be comfortable. âOr daddy- you like that better? Say it.â You shake your head into his grip -but your ears start glowing another color brighter, almost like heâs caught you in a lie. Of course you do. You and him are made to be together. You let out another little squeak before he lets go of you to start undoing his pants.Â
That apparently seems to be too much, because suddenly youâre trying to get up as you speak. âNo, no, Iâm not-â Youâre trapped when he forces you back down and now yanks your head back by your hair, making you cry again. âOw, please senpaiâ I like you, I really do- but I canât- I- hang on.â The heat crawls up his neck to his ears watching your eyes go big as the belt falls and his pants go down his thighs. You really do look good on your fucking knees.
âI told you to stop yapping, didnât I?â He asks in return, and finishes sliding his boxers down, kicking them aside. Then he pulls your face towards his cock and watches as you whine. âOpen up for daddy. Thereâs only one thing your mouthâs good for.â Youâre so easy to hold in place, and it sends unimaginable gratification through his body when your little tongue comes out for him. Youâre really such a brat, making everything so fucking hard for him.Â
You open your mouth enough for him to start pushing inside at just the slightest yank of your hair, making you whine and whimper as you shuffle around between his legs. Your hands come to rest on his thighs, but that doesnât hold him from sliding the hot head of his cock as far as he can into your mouth right away. You look amazing drooling all over his cock, choking when he starts to move with the most patient moves he can manage. Itâs not easy to do much of anything except rock himself on your soft tongue and feel your whining go down his shaft and balls. âThere, now youâre making yourself useful. Thatâs what you do best, hm, fucking brat?â
âAgh, fuck- thatâs- such a soft little mouth.â You make him feel heavenly, and by the way youâre shifting down there on the floor -trying and failing to get the friction you want- youâre also feeling it. He can tell by the way you blink up at him so slow, swallowing around him and letting that pretty voice out in the cutest, little moans. Just for him. Only ever for him. âYouâre so lucky youâre this fucking cute,â he ends up rasping out, before letting you finally pull back to breathe when you start jittering. âSay something smart again, brat.â
âAgh, daddy,â you sob, drool spilling down your chin, âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry. Iâm really sorry.â He can tell you are. Your big eyes glossy and cheeks hot, you try to get up from the floor, and he yanks you up to turn you over instead. Your little dress rides up too easily, giving the rest of the way when he shoves it up your back. Itâs almost embarrassing to see how wet you are, lacy panties soaked all the way through and peeled too easily aside to reveal that needy pussy. And you donât even deny it, just shiver when he runs his finger up and down your slicked up cunt. âPlease.â
Heâs such a sucker for you, fuck. Itâs almost like you know it. âMy little cock slut, look at that. Youâre dripping down your thighs, brat.â He spits on your center once before lining up and sliding in, and watching as your little pussy stretches around his cock with some effortâ as you let out a lewd, almost desperate whine. âFuck.â And Nanami hoists himself over you to start fucking into you, hips meeting your ass as he bottoms out, as you open your legs further to let him in. Your back half hangs pathetically over the end of the bed as he fucks into your tight, hot -so fucking hot and wet and beaming- pussy and his balls clap against you. You feel so good itâs hard to hear anything over his own heartbeat hammering wildly against his ribs.
âDaddy feel good inside?â
âMhm, agh-yea.â
You too, baby. Nothing in the world feels as good as letting your pussy swallow and suck him in deeper, like youâre trying to hold him in that impossibly hot, blissful clutch forever. He canât even hear much of your whining and moaning and pitiful struggle, but you probably havenât stopped. You donât even have the energy to close your mouth, trying to push back to meet his thrusts more even as he bumps against the end of your pussyâ and his one hand is squeezed around your neck. But you look pretty this way. You look useful.
âTell me how much you like me.ââSo~ much, so much, fuck. Iâm gonna cum, Kento. Daddy.â Your mouthâs still running when he snakes his hand underneath you to start rubbing at your puffy clit, and feels the way his own body starts to tighten when your walls clench wildly around him. âFuck, Iâm gonna cum. I want you to cum too, want to feel it- I wanna have you deep inside me forever, ah, ah. Oh, you feel so good, fuck.â Itâs almost ironic when he thinks about it. How much he likes you running your mouth like this, begging for more. Itâs poetic.
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THE ORACLE / © deadoves 2023
ă gojo satoru x gender neutral! reader ă
PLOT: what is called a reason for living is also an excellent reason for dying. days after days, months after monthsâ you were stuck in this endless cycle of being worshipped like a deity; you were a child, one that was misleaded. you were spoiled and dotted for simply breathing by this cult that worshipped your clan. coincidentally, you were given to this cult because of your reversed curse technique, which was only 5% chance of inheriting, rare but not impossible. to lose is a human right, you took that right away.
CONTENT WARNING: swearing, suggestive themes, cults, implied self harm, self destructive behaviour, depression, mental health, disorders, sexual assault, blood, canon violence, implied misogyny, reader gets mistaken as a women from men and they get mistaken as a feminine man to women, reader goes by they/them, torture, cult activities, murder, masochism, sadism, manipulation, slow burn, obsessive themes, unhealthy love, religious trauma, etc.
AUTHORS NOTE: i was so torn between making this gender neutral or male, so itâs gender neutral but itâs hinted that reader is masculine but AGAIN, this IS gender neutral. they/them pronouns. readers appearance isnât described, reader is YOU, i specifically made this fanfic for YOURS and MY pleasure, imagine reader how ever you want. follows the manga btw. this story might have some spelling errors but ignore them, my brain processes words faster then my fingers, so if i think like âin the end, your life isnât something precious to you, his was.â sum words or spelling grammar would appear lolsies :33 reblogs >> likes
ARC 1:
act 1, scene 1
i want to touch. i want to be touched. i want to hurt. i want to be hurt. and if you feel the same way, youâre as bad as me.
act 1, scene 2
humans are a combination of both, good and bad. whatâs the point in focusing on just one side?
act 1, scene 3
in their heart, there was an empire of corpses. growing and growing.
act 1, scene 4
the blood on my teeth begins to taste like a poem, like a religion, like the way you look at me.
act 1, scene 5
such a waste of a child, such rumination. i am obsessive. i contain nothing but the replay. i am blood and blood and replay.
ARC 2:
act 2, scene 1
to be continuedâŠ
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obligatory 2023 art summary post! yippee!!! :3
wowza, while i was gathering art to post for this, it hit me just how much ive drawn this year! hope you guys enjoy the big ol 2023 art dump hehehe
blood + gun warning for one of the first pieces, but the rest of them are safe!
first section! these are from january-february of this year :3
i should really draw @nick-nocturne more, especially since they got a cool new vtuber model! (i will admit i am partial to the cat, but that may be because i just really like drawing anthro characters XD)
the crush soda girl is a favorite drawing of mine, shes just so cute and iâm happy with the design i came up with <333
TASU GETS TO BE EDGY!!! i need to draw remnant tasu more lolz
some cute fluffy art of mine and @sadlesbiancafeâs danganronpa oc x canons <3 mukuro holding tsukis face is still something im super proud of it looks so good đđđ
my artfight pfp that was actually drawn for my birthday this year and repurposed XD
valentineâs venti! not much to say, just a cute boy with a bouquet of cecilias :3
section 2! these are march through may i believe?
venti meme. again not much else to add lmao
a fun pony design i made of @gravemakesgamesâ vtuber nai! i should really make one for graveâs sona and mizu too :3c
silly scara and dottore meme because the post used in the art is literally just dottore lmao
some sonadow art based on the april fools game! i hope we get something similar this year from sega, i would love another silly cute visual novel <3
nagito meme. yup.
venti but heâs monika from the hit psychological horror game doki doki literature club
hajime with that one autistic meme
my dogperson genshin oc, kimura ando!
art fight stuff!
from left to right we have:
opal, owned by feraljayce
lorikeet, owned by sunshinesleeper
solana, owned by kikosdath
vivienne, owned by okaenus
pigeon scribble, owned by Morse_kch
nyan, owned by LillianOfTheValley
pop rocks, owned by kitsuanna
bug, owned by hylian
all of these ocs were so fun to draw, i canât wait for this yearâs af!
unsure when these were done, presumably sometime in august-september iirc?
iâm getting sleepy, so no more commentary. sorry đ will rb with the rest of the art lolz
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Hi!
I'm new here, but I absolutely love your page.
Nanami is my favourite anime husband (don't tell Kakashi) and he makes me smile so much.
Reading your "husband Nanami" posts brighten my days and cure my depression a tiny bit.
(it also makes me kinda sad tho, because I know he'll never come grab my hand and kiss my cheek while I blush profusely đđ)
But anyway, I hope you have a wonderful day, and keep doing what you do!
oh dear twt
thank you very much, you're so sweet.
im so glad i can do all of this just by typing a few words whenever my mind allows it!
since you're new allow me to tell you that you're more than welcome, my blog is a safe space for everyone, no such things as judging or bullying.
just so you know, i also have a writing blog where you can feel his wife as much as you would like. it's called @kentoswifewritingblog and although i'm not posting much there's lots of stuff i write in the past so if you want you can give it a try <3
hope you enjoy it, have a nice day as well !
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kinda losing my marbles bc of umikochannart's nanami kento
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aaa school is starting for me (math will be a MAJOR catastrophe) however, I recently got some ideas about a scenario/fic series??? I don't really know how to call it myself. You see I'm a HUGE fan of lana's music and I really love how it's portrayed, and the "Ultraviolence" album (âĄÏ⥠) ~âȘ
I think that gave me a massive inspiration boost ! I'll try to start writing for some anime that I didn't recently watch (eg. JJK, Demon Slayer, etc,,)
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አ|| you are loved.
â° đ©đđąđ«đąđ§đ : kento nanami x reader.
â° đ°. đ. : 1k+
â° đŹđźđŠđŠđđ«đČ : the memories of the previous events that ever happened in your life disrupts your whole thoughts. being the amazing husband he is, he comforts you during one of your bad days.
â° đ°đđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ : reader having a pretty rough childhood, nanami is your husband here, men in family have shown to be giving a bad influence but none too explicit, disturbed mindset, not much proof-read, and basically just family issues. plot going nowhere near the end ig lmao.
â° đ§đšđđđŹ : as someone who also had a pretty rough childhood and a rather chaotic family, i just decided to write and post it out in order to feel some sort of relief thru this. i'm so sorry to those who can relate; sending lots of love and hugs for y'all!! i'm so proud of you guys for able to make it through this day! đđ»
. dividers by @/cafekitsune !! đ«
To others, your family might be seen as a happy one; having positive, peaceful maintaining relationships. But no one really knows for sure, on what truly happens within that place you called home itself.
What is the purpose of it all, if not to retain a healthy, loving relationship between family members? Each one shouldâve practised themselves to strengthen their familial bonds with one another.
But instead, whatever you have wished forâ itâs all for nothing.
Growing up in a rather chaotic household does leave your mind dazed at times. You would sometimes even find yourself to be so confused, and believed that most people couldnât be trusted the way they are. And itâs not by your choice, sadly, you can't help it.
Especially men, in general. You wouldâve loved to believe that itâs just some sort of a generational issue, but you donât even know yourself anymore.Â
As a result of all the chaos thatâs been happening for all those possible years, youâve grown to be a quite introverted personâ reclused, even, not really fond of the idea of opening up to others. Itâs so hard for you to do so, especially when itâs already one of your habits that youâve been doing for so long.
Initially, you even feared the idea of marriage as well, believing that you wonât ever meet the love of your life at all; along with the thought of you not being good enough to be someoneâs wife.
But that changed when Kento Nanami came into your life some years later. Although youâre still struggling with your own habits, whether good or bad ones, Nanami always tries his best to help you with whatever he can.
You donât even remember how and why did you agreed with having a serious relationship with him. Perhaps, youâve seen something in himâ or even, on what he gave you, provided you something that youâve been missing from in your life itself.Â
Sure, you can be quite closed off at times, even when itâs unintentional, but he always and always will try to guide you with doing the actual, right thing.Â
Nanami treats you with pure, utmost respect that comes off as so natural to him; never once yelling or using any harshness at you, especially with his own words. Even when you somehow are being stubborn or so right at that moment, he would always be patient with you, and even give you some space if you needed it.Â
Heâs so sweet and loving, mature, responsible.. The list just keeps going on and on. Heck, he even remembers every single detail that you may have told him, your favourites, your habits, and so on.
Nanami was never the one to rush into things. He takes his tender time with it, especially when it ever comes to you.
He would always speak directly and bluntly; not intending to sugarcoat his words in a way, yet his words never did hurt your feelings. Thereâs just something about his honesty that draws you in further. It leaves you confused sometimesâ was it even the way he talks to you?
But just by his own presence, whether his way of speaking or his actions itself; something about it heals your inner self. It soothes your soul wonderfully, like a warm sunlight coming out from the clouds after the rain occurred. You feel safe and comfortable around him over time.Â
The time being spent between the two of you is never lacking or dullâ with both of your personalities, which are quite the opposite from one another, complements and balances out each other so, so well. And this is due to how you both work on your relationship together as well.Â
Never once does it feel forced; the deep relationship bond between you both flows ever so gently like the river, and in order for the water to continue flowing without any disturbances, it needs the mere effort from you two.
Despite everything, thereâs a part of you that feels so out of place. Perhaps, thereâs a side that you believed to be unlovable, and that youâre just not enough. Of course, you wouldnât even bother to tell him since you didnât want to potentially burden him with your own problems.Â
But itâs Nanami that youâre talking aboutâ and heâs the type to notice every single change in your expression. He can always tell if something is causing your own mind to be restless.
âWhat are you thinking about, sweetheart?â Nanamiâs soft tone broke your temporary state of trance, stepping inside within their shared bedroom and gradually approaching your form. You didnât even realize that youâve been standing and staring in front of the mirror for several passing moments now.Â
The thoughts of self-doubt and questioning about your whole existence disappears in mere seconds.Â
He gently wraps his strong arms around your unmoving form; resting his chin on your shoulder while gazing back straight at your own reflection in the mirror. A small smile appears upon your lips, and didnât even make any attempt to remove himself from you since it feels so nice at the very moment.
âNothing.â
His touch alone is enough to soothe your own possibly hurting soulâ calming and any trace of hurriedness not in sight, yet your brief answer doesnât really ease his worries. He knows.
âI know you, darling, I know thatâs a lie. Youâve been staring at yourself for the past few minutes.â Nanami didnât even try to hide his true emotions at this point, keeping his hold around you. He didnât have to. âIs there anything bothering you? Please tell me, Iâm here to listen.â
Youâre completely aware that thereâs no point in lying to your beloved, so with no choice, you decided to tell him all of your pent-up troubles.
âI just donât feel special. Itâs just one of those days, you know..â
Talking it out is always one of your biggest fears and struggles, and he understands on how hard it is for you to do it every time. Instead of forcing you to speak even further, he slowly turns you around, just to give you a proper embrace.Â
One that you really, really needed.
âSometimesââ your words came out more choked out if anything due to the tears youâve been holding back. â--I wondered what made you choose me as your wife. Iâm nothing more special than just a damaged person who needs to heal and move on. But itâs hard.â
âIâm beyond happy with it, truly I do. Itâs just that.. My unwanted thoughts could get in the way at times, and I just feel so troubled with myself in general. I donât feel I deserve someone like you, and you deserve someone far more better.â
âIâm just so grateful for having you in my lifeâ I truly do. You healed something in me, you really did. Iâm just worried that whatever I do will never be enough.â
Nanami falls silent at first, which makes you worried for a while there, afraid that you might overstep with your own words of admittance. His mind is racing for a second there, contemplating each word of truth that he has to tell you.
âDarling, I chose you; I chose you out of everyone else because I wanted to.â He still couldnât understand as much as how you could see yourself in that way. Nanami is never mad, but deep down, heâs genuinely sad at how you view yourself.
Nanami gently uses one of his hands to lift your chin up, completely making sure that you return the gaze that heâs currently giving you. âI donât care what anyone says. You are everything that I ever wished for, and your little imperfections are what made you so perfect to me.â
âAnd I never intend to pick anyone else in a crowd of peopleâ I will always choose you. If anyone ever tells you or me that youâre not special, then theyâre wrong. I will prove them otherwise, I promise you.â
His gaze never once faltered from yours, wanting to make sure that youâre listening and focusing on every word he says. Your eyes alone have an effect on him, simply captivating in every sense.
It did have an effect on youâ feeling yourself getting on the brink of tears, yet still trying your hardest to not have a mental breakdown in front of your beloved. Not yet.
You keep repeating, and repeating on each word that he says internally. His honest yet sweet statement has left you in a tongue-tied state. You are still not used to it sometimes, even forgetting that this man ahead of you clearly loves you dearly and possibly more than himself.
Your husband took quick notice of this, and simply held your form closer to his. The least he could do is to provide some needed comfort, and how he very much wished that heâs able to get rid of any trace of sadness that existed within you.
âIâve got you, Iâve got you..â
His voice is so soft, not once hinting any irritation whatsoever as he comforts you. You really cherish him, more than words could ever describeâ even wishing that youâre able to repay his efforts.
Nanami will always guide you back, and slowly try to make you drift away from any traces of negativity that youâre facing. Of course, itâs not easy, but heâs willing to try it together with you.
Always so gentle and protective in his own way; it wouldnât matter on how old you both are getting. The love he has for you shall remain and live on as long as heâs breathing, and he will always shield you from any potential harm from the world itself.
âEven beyond the flaws that you believed to have possessed, you are still worth everything that this world has to offer. Those little flaws are what made you, you.â
He keeps on telling you the words that he always wanted to tell you; one that is filled with complete honesty and love within it. To simply remind you on how much your existence meant to him, and it successfully pushed your emotions further to the edgeâ unable to contain your tears any longer.
Yet still, he continues on with his own wordsâ all the while placing several feathery kisses onto each part of your face that he could reach. The feeling itself is quite overwhelming, yet comfortingly so, knowing that you are truly being loved by someone special.Â
The past that you have endured may stay with you for as long as you live, but Nanami is willing to help; willing to create a better future instead for the both of you. For your mere sake.
âI will always love you; every single inch of you, and even your flaws. I will make sure of itâ always reminding you of that.â
@luneariaa. do not repost; reblogs are alright. all rights reserved.
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Any thoughts on Nanami if he let his facial hair grow?
(ignore me, I'm sad bc I found no fanart/content about it)
Well I do love a beard on a man đ as long as it's well kept, which, let's face it, any beard on Nanami Kento would be.
I actually want to refer you to this piece of bearded Nanami art by @schrissdd, an incredible artist who I always lap up new art from.
-- Haitch xxx
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JUJUTSU KAISENâS 4TH POPULARITY POLL â OFFICIAL CHARACTER DESCRIPTION (PART 3?) âïž
âš NANAMI KENTO
Oh here. we. go. again. with the tears đ„Č He shouldâve lived happily in this country a long time ago⊠talk about âtragicâ.
âš GETO SUGURU
đ« YAGA MASAMICHI
đ« UTAHIME IORI
đ« MEI MEI & UI UI
see: part 1 | part 2
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THE ORACLE: ACT 1, SCENE 1
ă i want to touch. i want to be touched. i want to hurt. i want to be hurt. and if you feel the same way, youâre as bad as me ă
CONTENT WARNING: swearing, suicide, suggestive themes, cults, implied self harm, self destructive behaviour, depression, mental health, disorders, sexual assault, blood, canon violence, implied misogyny, reader gets mistaken as a women from men and they get mistaken as a feminine man to women, reader goes by they/them, torture, cult activities, murder, masochism, sadism, manipulation, slow burn, obsessive themes, unhealthy love, religious trauma, etc.
AUTHORS NOTE: first chapter lets gooo!!! :333 my writing might suck but please bare with me itâll get better. did you guys pick up that reader isnât exactly healthy and is completely deranged when it comes to their reverse cursed technique. also slow updates i forgot to say this but im not a really motivated writer when it comes to fanfics and long chapters, im okay with oneshots that have 3 parts but anything that goes 4 and beyond drains me so im sorry if chapters are slow :( just please be patient
the way youâve been dotted and spoiled was too much that you thought you would grow up to be spoiled brat (you didnât but it would be likely). always littered in white and always cleanâ they never liked dirt on your skinâ so, you were always spotless.
spotless until the sacrifices.
you watched on your throne that was made but thorns, how so many people were restrained and sacrificed for you. their yells and pleads hunted your memories, the cheers and claps from your worshippers made vomit edge your throat but you held it back. they didnât like it when you were dirty.
if you couldâve healed them, you would, but they were sacrifices for you, you. everything they did was for you, because you deity, a child above human societyâwhen you didnât mean that muchâ all because of your technique.
it could only help people if they were on the verge of death. simple wounds like a cut wouldnât be enough to heal it, so if you restrained them and done enough damage to make them on the verge of death, you could help them and they would be okay.
physically, not mentally.
thatâs also a thing you couldnât heal. someoneâs mentally stability. couldnât heal what they saw, couldnât heal the mental scar that had cut open their heart and burned itself there.
you werenât capable of itâyou wish you didâ then maybe you could heal all the people that had come up to you and asked for you to heal the things theyâve seen, that had went ahead and snapped their minds.
the faces and curses that were shown to you once you had told them you couldnât help. there was one time where a man had went ahead and sliced your cheek, he was apprehended and sacrificed.
but still.. you couldnât wipe that moment away. it was a sign that you were only ever good at healing people physically. that in the end, you were actually useless if you couldnât help them, mentally and emotionally at least.
the worshippers expressed their concern to you, watching you sit on your knees while holding onto your bloody cheekâthey donât like it when you were dirtyâ they took you to a bathroom. so white and bright.
a white bathtub, which was being filled with warm water, in the middle of the bathroom, herbal essentials being poured into the bathtub as they stripped you from your white clothing and helped you into the bathtub.
washing the impurities from your skin and cleaning the cut on your cheek. staring at the water of your reflection, something that shows you youâre humanâanything, please just something that says youâre heart is beating and youâre real.
they had hummed a tune they always hummed when being in your holy presence, it almost seemed like they blushing while touching your skin. were always so smooth? they thought, you were some deity sent from above.
you doubted it.
some simple child with a reverse cursed technique wasnât special nor were they sent from heaven. you born into a clan that had not visited you once and had given you to an insane clan that worshipped the child who inherited this technique.
but you werenât a child anymore.
and here you sit. watching your worshippers laugh maniacally and kill themselves or killing eachotherâthey donât like it when youâre dirtyâ so why? why is their blood imprinted on your hands?
did they want you to be impure? did they drag you out for so long that they went and burned these sins on you? you were supposed to be a saint, an angel, a deity.
but look.. youâre followers are dying for you and you couldnât save them.
youâre no saint, no angel, no deity. you were a sinner, a devil. their blood was shedded for you because you were so special to them, so divine. you couldnât help but laugh.
laugh to save yourself from sanity as you clenched onto the now stained white clothes. tears were flowing down your cheeks where it started to grow sore from all the painful laughing.
you were free. you were finally free from an endless cycle, an endless addiction that they had said you were. it was a mass slaughter of eachother.
until it went quiet from you. all their bodies were surrounded you, some would assume you killed them, you wouldnât blame them. it was your fault. it was because you were so divine that they went ahead and sacrificed themselves for you.
your eyes widened when you felt a hand be placed on your shoulderâ no, this was moving to fastâ just a few seconds ago, your worshippers had killed themselves for the sake of you and now, a impure hand (though itâs ironic) laid their hand on you.
âdonât worry my child.â did you know her? why was she so warm? so motherly? why were you so drawn to her that you had crawled into her arms where you shredded no tears, you already wasted them.
thoughts and words swarmed your head, it almost seemed like youâre going insane. it reminded you off all the people who asked you to heal mental scars, you were turning into them. now you knew why that memory had craved itself in your head.
there was butterfly and spider that had managed to crawl inside the house of divinity, both had positioned themselves beside eachother, waiting for one another to attack. until heels went ahead and stomped on the butterfly, carrying a 13 year old in her arms.
could you ever guess the significance of your life? no, you couldnât. you didnât value your life nor did you value the time that was wasted on you. if life and death was given to you, you wouldâve chosen death.
after all, you were responsible of so many peopleâs death and sanity. their blood was still stained on your hands that couldnât be washed away by the water in the bathtub you submerged into. there was blood all over your body that only you could see through the water.
you couldnât take it.
sinking your face into the water was the only thing that made the blood wash away from your view. drowning yourself in blood and guilt was relieving and delicious. did you enjoy the sight of their blood?
it made you grin with happiness. you were insane. sharp ends were dragged through your delicate (which was cut multiple times) skin, blood dripping into the bathtub as it turned the water into a wine colour.
your eyes saw black dotsâyou were dyingâ until the cuts were healed once again and you popped your head out the water, staring at the now bloody bathtub with empty eyes.
âhavenât i told you? stop staining the bath with red.â a women sat beside the bathtub, holding a towel and waiting for you to stand upâyou looked good in redâ she held a soft smile that made you swoon.
turning your attention from the large window beside the bathtub to the women, you sighed softly and threw your head back against the bathtub, staring up at the ceiling.
how long has it been since the incident? 2 yearsâ no, it was 3. you were 16 now and with your family. every since the women beside you had found and taken you back to your clan, you were taught more about your clans curse techniques.
they had two techniques you had inherited: stringing art cursed technique and the technique that had cursed your entire cult.
âbut itâs beautiful.â you had whispered so softly that people mightâve not heard it but she did. she always did. especially now, when she cleans and wipes the impurities off from your skin.
hearing her light and breathy chuckle made you blush from how sweet she wasâ and then she proposed a question she always had asked you; âwould you like to die by a knife?â and youâd always respond, âi wouldnât want to die by something so boringâso trivialâ like a knife.â
and she would always hold a knife against your throat before drawing it away with no intentions of actually harming you. you had always held admiration towards her, how she can be so cunning, you wished to be like her.
you changed into a new pair of clothing, a black turtle neck, a greyish black blazer over it (that had reached the back of your thighs), and shorts with black tights. a necklace with a ring on it was around your neck, you had almost forgotten who had given that ring to you if it werenât for the letter that was framed.
my one regret was not being able to marry you.
how childish but yet how sweet. remembering the time you had gotten that letter was the moment that made you cry for a second time but that was year ago⊠and you hadnât moved on yet.
maybe one day though. one dayâ âthinking about him?â her voice had interrupted your thoughts about him, turning your head towards her while she stood at the foot of your door, waiting for you to start walking out.
you closed your eyes with a sigh and walked to her side, âheâs too precious to not think about.â hearing you speak so highly about him made her wonder what would happen if she died. would you speak highly about her?
no. you wouldnât.
not after what she did.
and she knew that aswell. you wouldnât have ever forgotten about that, you could forgive but you didnât dare to forget. rather would take it to the grave then forgetâ
âoh, look at you, my dear web!â another women had approached you, taken your hands and pulling you close to her. your mother, yuka etĆ, now you knew where you got your looks from, and your father, arata etĆ, was the man who you had taken your personality from.
humming softly, one of your hands fingers slid in between hers as you held it softly, âmorning.â her other hand went and caressed your cheekânever called you by your actual nameâ âmy lovely and dear web.â her tone was implying something you didnât want to be hooked into.
she smiled, a haunting look in her eyes that was covered sweetness, âtheyâve requested you to come to tokyo metropolitan jujutsu technical school.â oh. she had stated with a slight laugh seeing your eyebrow twitch in irritation.
you wished you could decline, you really did, why couldnât the women standing behind whoâs laughing take the job? a child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort. sighing, you pulled your hands away from her grasp and shoved them into your pockets.
some heavy god has put more pain on you then any other human being.
what becomes of the shepherd when the sheep are cannibals?
couldnât escape this one now, âyeah, iâll go.â your tone was evident of clear irritation as your mother cheered and clapped her hands, your father approaching you and patting you on your headâwhat a sinful touch.
âsatoru gojo, huh?â you dangled a photo of the boy above your head, a lollipop being savoured by your tongue as you smirked and threw a leg over the other, leaning forward with a cheek in the palm of your hand.
the women in the driverâs seat had chuckled at your fascination towards the boy. no, it wasnât fascination, it was more of a short interest, âwhereâd your sudden fascination for him come from?â she had questioned, not sparing you a glance.
she didnât want to see the annoyed look on your face when she had said that, knowing it wasnât a fascination or admiration, âdonât jump to conclusions.â go jump of a cliff instead was cut through your throat, keeping your mouth shut.
though, she already knew what you wanted to say. you had always wanted to say something snarky but bit your tongue back until the blood trickled down the corner of your mouth.
you sighed, rolling the window down and throwing the photo of him away, watching it fly through the air then disappearing from your view. âwhatâs so fascinating about this boy?â you queried, glancing at the women and tilting your head when she hadnât responded.
all you heard was silence from her, did you she really not want to say anything about this boy? you knew gojo satoru was important and you had done your research but whatâs so fascinating about him?
pouting, you crossed your arms and leaned backâuntil her mouth opened which got your attentionâ âyouâll find out.â what a boring answer but itâs better then nothing. you groaned and once again, leaned back into the seat.
you craved knowledge, more then anything actually, you were probably more gifted with knowledge then anyone else in your family. always anticipating someone elseâs moves and predicting them aswell, your father had said you were truly terrifying.
knowing the gojo clan and having them technically burned into your head since your parents were teaching you about the most powerful clans out there when you came back, satoru gojo hasnât been told to you.
a smile appeared on your face while biting your pinkies nail, satoru was cute, just not in a way where youâd expect. more like, you wanted to hold him down, cut him up and study him.
but the corpse still remains.
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had a shocking realization earlier
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So I've been diagnosed with a severe case of nanami brain rot. One of the symptoms is thinking up scenarios and I'd love to share them but do I send them here or should it go to your other blog (@kentoswifewritingblog)? They're not requests, they're just rambles bc of my diagnosis đ€§
bestie same, a lot of us are affected dwâđ©
send everything on the writing blog! if you're quick i might just write something >:)
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Capas dos Blu-rays & DVDs da 2ÂȘ Temporada de Jujutsu Kaisen:
Satoru Gojo & Suguru Geto - Arco do InventĂĄrio Oculto/Morte Prematura Vol. 1 & Vol. 2
Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Kento Nanami & Toji Fushiguro - Arco do Incidente de Shibuya Vol. 3, Vol. 4, Vol. 5 & Vol. 6
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Nanami Kento
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Day 11- Sadest Anime Scene đ« (SPOILER)
Recently, the anime scene that actually made me sad was Nanami Kento's death from Jujutsu Kaisen Season 3, how he slowly dies really hit me for some reason. Like I don't know how you can replace him in this anime and it would be really weird for me to not see him in the next season. (âïž”â)
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