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Here is an old piece, since we haven't posted in such a long time.

Alternate ending

Gojo first noticed something was off with you a week or so ago. Instead of your usual movie night, you opted to go to bed. This was by no means strange, but it was unexpected. He let it go, thinking you needed more sleep. You had been working quite hard, after all.

But, then you turned down the idea of going to get ice cream with him. You never turned down ice cream. He tried to ask you about it, but you said it was nothing, you just weren’t in the mood for ice cream. He had wanted to inquire further but your tone and expression made him bite his tongue.

He began to notice your hair becoming a little messier than usual but decided not to comment on it because of your exhausted expression. He was worried now.

When he tried to get you to go out or spar with him, you replied with “I’m too tired, sorry” or “I’m not feeling it today”. He had heard those words before.

Gojo started to worry more. Your attitude, your body language, your home, it was similar to that of his late best friend. Never in a million years did he think he would be comparing you to Geto, yet, here he was, in his own home, comparing the two of you.

How could he fix this? How could he make you feel better? Especially when he couldn’t even save the man who had basically been his brother?

Were you going to lock yourself away? Forever? Would you leave him?

He was frantic now, quickly calling you despite the ungodly hour. When you answered, he asked to come over. You said yes.

He quickly arrived at your house. You answered the door, clearly still half asleep.

“Are you okay? You know you can tell me anything, right?”

“Satoru… what are you on about…?”

He let himself in, sitting you on the couch and then sitting next to you, noticing how your house was in disarray.

“You just seem… down lately.”

He watched as your face scrunched in discomfort, your mouth opening to dismiss his word with the excuse he had heard a thousand times.

“No, please don’t say you’re tired. I’ve seen this before… my best friend…”

Gojo trailed off but you knew what he was saying. Despite this, you wrapped your arms defensively around yourself.

“I’m fine.”

You stood up, heading to the door. “Please leave.”

Gojo felt distress begin to fill him.

“No, no, please don’t shut me out, I want to help,” he tried desperately.

“Get out, Gojo.”

Here's mine! I have...

Scoliosis!

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More art!

This girl doesn't have a name yet, someone on Discord suggested the name Jade. What do you all think?? I think she's just so cute, I can't wait to develop her lore lmao

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i’m basically “pro-do whatever you want as long as you’re enjoying yourself and not hurting other people”

Not eating is just as much an eating disorder as over eating. Just saying.

Ahhh I never see scoliosis in the media, I feel so seen 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

This one goes out to all the cuties with scoliosis <3

This was so cuteee, I love picrew games sm!!

Tagging: @livelaughlovesubs @pythoria @lexirosewrites @chiyoso @shadowdaddies + anyone else!!

i found a cool tag game on twitter and i really wanna import it (o^ ^o)

this picrew + the last song you listened to :]

no pressure tags: @blood-loving-leech @overtaken-boredom @lesbianthatyaps @kameonerd566 @hexedvampire @laczki @anonymous-shxtposter @fleurafae @flovqy + anyone who wants to do it <3

saying ao3 needs to censor certain content is like saying a museum can't have still life art that includes strawberries because you don't like them.

these are not real strawberries. you do not have to, and in fact cannot, eat them. no one with a strawberry allergy will be harmed by looking at them. no migrant workers were exploited in the picking of these strawberries. there were no questionable farming practices or negative environmental impacts from growing or transporting them.

because - and i cannot stress this enough - they are not real strawberries.

if you don't like strawberries, you don't have to look at the paintings. in fact, you can get a map of the museum that lists what works are in what rooms and just. not go in there. if you see one by mistake, you can look away. just keep walking. there's plenty of other stuff to see.

yes, real strawberries can cause real quantifiable harm to real people.

but again. these are not real strawberries.

you may have whatever feelings you like about strawberries, and so can i. you can draw and write about whatever fruit floats your boat, and so can i, even if that happens to be strawberries. and we can hang our art side by side in the same gallery, provided you understand that my strawberries are not about you (and your kumquats are, shocker, not about me) and that - and this is true - neither are real.

and when the fascists break down the doors and grab all the strawberry paintings and heap them in the street and set them on fire, please know that they are coming for your kumquats next.

so if you want a place where you can show off your beautiful kumquat art safely, you're gonna have to tolerate having some strawberries in the next room.

and that's okay. because the strawberries aren't real.