Winter Gal

I'm Beam, nice to meet you!

I'm presently 17, use they/them pronouns, and am a writer and artist. I'm here to practise my writing,, so I'm not gonna tag my other accs here sob

I'm looking to write mainly oneshots/imagines for fandoms.

Here's the fandoms I can/will write for:

[Anime]

- Jujutsu Kaisen

- Mob Psycho 100

- My Hero Academia

- One Punch Man

[Books]

- Percy Jackson

- Harry Potter

[Internet Series (?)]

- Marble Hornets

- The Mandela Catalogue

- DSMP

- SCP

- Creepypasta

That's it I think. I won't do smut of any sorts 'cuz I'm plain uncomfy writing that. Might change in the future though.

Gojo waves his hand in front of Geto's face as he says so, earning a 'tsk!' from the black haired guy. He waits patiently for the other to look up from his book, a slightly irritated look in his face from being interrupted. 

"What?" Geto asks, and Gojo promptly splays his hand in front of his face and grins. 

"Your hand," he says simply, and his friend gives a soft smile and shakes his head, before offering his hand in his (like he's done forever) going back to his reading, balancing the book in his free hand. 

He intertwines his fingers with the other's. Geto's fingers in his felt just right; he loves how they fit in his so perfectly, as if they were made to be in his and his only. He knows he tells him that he just wants to compare their hand sizes and he knows that he'll always have to pass a comment or two on his long, slim fingers, but he loves them, honestly. He's just too shy to speak those words out loud. 

Gojo Satoru is known for being forward, for wearing his heart on his sleeve, for letting everyone know what's going on in his mind. He isn't someone who holds back on what he really thinks.