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Saturn 🪐

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25+, white, tme. USA. he or they are fine. im technically an artist and a writer but i havent been doing much of either lately! sometimes nsfw this is a personal acct
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Saturn 🪐

@saturnsfather.bsky.social

im glad youre enjoying it tee hee

doodle of a simplified person sitting very cutely with their elbows and knees tucked in and a big smile on their face

November 24, 2025 at 12:21 AM

Saturn 🪐

@saturnsfather.bsky.social

welcome to the dreamscape.

archiveofourown.org/works/741148...

@akeshuakeevents.bsky.social let me to do 8x as much work as i need to, bc theyre all crazy. @scarysu.bsky.social also did more work than needed as my art partner bc shes incredible, and her art can be found in the last few chapters.

a monochrome drawing of kurusu akira and akechi goro on a white background. akira is upside down, and theyre both drawn as if laid on the ground. one of akechi’s hands extends slightly towards akira, who has reached up and hesitantly made contact with his pinkie. akechi’s expression is neutral as if asleep, while akira’s is distressed. between them, the words “no question of degree” are printed

November 22, 2025 at 6:55 PM

Saturn 🪐

@saturnsfather.bsky.social

in celebration of the holiday. some excerpts from my fic for day one of The Week. we love trauma nightmares dont we folks

Throat closing up around the horror ballooning inside, Akira tumbles off the mattress and immediately curls into a ball on the floor. His breath is coming faster. His lungs ache. Chest feels like it's going to collapse. Room's too small, too gray, featureless, steel table steel walls steel floor, no sound, a vacuum, are those footsteps real or in his head?

Fuck. Goddammit. Where's Morgana? Usually, his best friend would already be next to him, pushing his little head under Akira's fingers, soft fur grounding him to reality. But there's no patter of little paws, no nasally little voice telling him to breathe.

He's alone. Completely alone.

When Goro gets to the bathroom, he locks the door behind him and immediately collapses to the ground. The cool tile is almost a comfort against his clammy, burning skin, and though the air is slightly stale, it's still good enough for him to gasp into his lungs like he's drowning. He's probably not gonna throw up again, but at least in here, he won't be watched. Gods, he's had so many of these fucking breakdowns, recently.

It should be no surprise, really. Not when the anniversary of his attempt to murder the one fucking person on planet Earth who seemed to see anything good in him is less than a week away. But it's still frustrating.

"Nightmare?" The question jolts Akira back out of his head. He glances across the apartment, the wide gulf between him and the other inhabitant, and meets Goro's eyes, peering at him out of the corners as the man takes another drag.

It's fully exhaled before Akira lets himself properly respond. "…Yeah." Wouldn't do him any good to lie. The question was only asked because Goro knew what the answer was going to be. "November. It is what it is." Swallowing thickly around the deflection, he takes a sip of his tea, wincing a little at the burn on his tongue. It's not terrible. Not something he'd reach for, though. "You, uh… Sleep just not catchin' you?"

"November," Goro replies, as if that's an explanation in and of itself. He's not wrong. "It's getting cold faster every year, as well."

"Nightmare?" Akira asks, though he already knows the answer. When Goro just hums in some amount of confirmation, a smile enters the man's voice. "Shooting me in your sleep again, darling?"

Now, Goro groans, trying to sound offended and falling pretty short. A very crass way to describe the horrors that plague him — plague them both — throughout a large portion of winter, though not necessarily an inaccurate one. He had shot a simulacrum of his partner, a ghost of a cognition with nothing behind the eyes. But it was as if he was a passenger in his own body, trying to scream, trying to move, to stop, to do anything but raise the barrel and fire, once, twice, three times, blood rushing in his ears, the violence intoxicating and nauseating and more than he could possibly bear. His hands had pulled the trigger until the barrel spun dry. Until blood splattered the walls, and his beloved's face had been reduced to unrecognizable meat.

Fucking nightmares.

November 20, 2025 at 7:47 PM

Saturn 🪐

@saturnsfather.bsky.social

fwip fridnesday with one of my #shuake week prompts . just like this little domestic exchange. oh situationship era they could never make me hate you

"November," Goro replies, as if that's an explanation in and of itself. He's not wrong. "It's getting cold faster every year, as well."

And with the man's circulation issues, Akira's sure the adjustment is a harder one to make every time. "Gonna last pretty long, too. Might not start getting… warmer weather 'til, like, March, probably." Another shitty deflection. He takes another sip of his steaming drink, trying to combat the chilling dread in his stomach. "Gonna be a long, dark winter."

Goro doesn't respond, simply stamping out his cigarette on the window sill and reaching for his own tea. The man takes a long drink, staring out at the adjacent roofs, a complicated mixture of emotions in his face, and even without the distance between them, Akira's sure he'd have no idea how to untangle it all. Even now, all these years later, with their dynamic changing as radically as it has, he doesn't think he'll ever fully understand Goro's mind. That's part of what's so… magnetic about him.

Bright, complex, dangerous. Like a solar flare. Flashing into existence for so short a time.

It takes real effort to keep any emotion off Akira's own face as Goro moves once more, shoving the cigarettes and lighter back into the drawer in the kitchenette, setting his tea on the counter as he shuffles around languidly to put everything away. The stove light clicks off, and Akira carefully reaches out to set his tea on the coffee table, turning on his phone screen so he can see what he's doing. In his periphery, Goro wanders back across the apartment in the direction of the bedroom, the silhouette of his body moving like a ghost. They should both at least try to get more rest, even if sleep is going to be far away. As much as Akira wants to ask Goro to stay up. Stay out here. Not disappear again.

The sound of the man walking changes slightly, and it stops on the other side of the couch, right by the end of the coffee table. Akira looks up, and in the reflected glow of his phone, Goro's face is bathed in harsh shadows. Impossible to read.

Taking another step between the two pieces of furniture, the man leans down, his free hand reaching out to brush a few curls out of Akira's eyes. It lingers, thumb brushing down his jaw. And then, Goro leans in further.

His palm cups Akira's face. The soft ghost of his lips brushes Akira's cheekbone. Then, he pulls away, and walks to his bedroom door.

"…Try and get some more sleep," he murmurs, as the click of the door opening echoes in the small apartment. "I'll be up in a couple of hours, but you don't have anywhere to be."

And the door clicks quietly shut behind him.

Akira's cheek doesn't burn. It doesn't sting. He's imagined before what it might feel like for Goro to kiss him, casually, softly, without the intensity of their pent-up desires making them both hungry for it. Maybe some part of him… thought it would hurt. That the world would recognize how wrong it was for the man's touch to be directed in such a gentle fashion, especially towards Akira, and make them both regret it.

But there's nothing. Only the fading sensation of soft skin on his own, and a familiar tightness in his chest. A familiar desire billowing up within him, expanding upwards into Akira's throat like flood waters.

Gods, does he want so much more than he can ever have.

November 15, 2025 at 12:21 AM

Saturn 🪐

@saturnsfather.bsky.social

@pitchblackkoi.bsky.social ‘s @digitalgrav3.com shirt came in the other day!! incredibly comfy, he reports 🫡 this design is retiring at the end of the month, so im glad we got it early!

a thighs to neck photo of a thin white person wearing a long sleeve black crew neck with a white illustrative design depicting several characters from bloodborne

October 24, 2025 at 3:13 AM

Saturn 🪐

@saturnsfather.bsky.social

anyway.

“you cannot headcanon your way out of overt thematic structures on which the entire narrative is built” - posted on tumblr by valencians

October 13, 2025 at 6:39 PM

Saturn 🪐

@saturnsfather.bsky.social

SHES SO FUCKING FAR AWAY AND I NEED HER TO BE IN MY BED LIKE RIGHT NOW. i wanna take her out and show her off and make out with her in public 😔 and treat her soooo mean but also soooo niceys . rrrrhhhhrhrhrrhahr

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September 14, 2025 at 7:04 AM

Saturn 🪐

@saturnsfather.bsky.social

seems like the balloon animal obtained from @chefmaeda.bsky.social at the #rtvs meetup at pax is Linoleum approved 👍 (signatures courtesy of @socpens.com @hollowtones.bsky.social @logmore.bsky.social @websitepurveyor.bsky.social @baaulp.bsky.social @mastergir.bsky.social )

a short haired orange cat smelling a red balloon animal with a long neck and several signatures in black sharpie scrawled on it

August 31, 2025 at 10:26 PM

Saturn 🪐

@saturnsfather.bsky.social

theres this person on tumb who has a long form series of yuri comics with kawakami and the mean teacher from p3 (toriumi) and i stayed up so late one night reading all of them. they are so fucking good and make me think abt kawakami and go

phoenix wright’s breakdown sprite from the second game

August 28, 2025 at 10:09 PM

Saturn 🪐

@saturnsfather.bsky.social

fuuuuuuck i love writing people with complicated gender/sexuality situations being in devoted relationships with blurred lines and having the hottest most fulfilling sex imaginable. society if i could get paid to do this:

the “future world if” meme, ie a futuristic city skyline with chrome and flying vehicles and high speed trains

August 25, 2025 at 4:08 PM

Saturn 🪐

@saturnsfather.bsky.social

post canon timeframe tgirl hermit!akira you are literally everything to me. the perfect woman. how does she look like that (she doesnt she’s even less real than most fictional characters because she lives in the heads of three people max)