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mysicklove · 10 months
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Making out w gyutaro... his teeth are very hazardous even when he's trying to be gentle, chips in his already sharp teeth adding even more jagged edges. He's convinced himself that his ugliness is to his benefit, but somewhere inside he's still deeply afraid that you'll realize how disgusting he is.
He tries to scowl at you when you call him your gorgeous boy, when you delicately trace his distended hips and ribs, but his eyes go glossy and a shiver works it's way up his spine.
Gyutaro squirms pitifully under your hands even though he has the strength to rip your arms from their sockets. When you gently capture his lower lip between your own, when you run a thumb from his cheekbone over the discolored splotches scattered across his face.
-gyu scholar
oh wow this feels so real. very bittersweet bc i know he has no confidence in himself. i think it would be a constant battle for him to bask in your praise or fight against it. he has a low self esteem and your words make him feel strange.
the softness of your touch makes him flinch and gulp. he’s never had any touch him so delicately. it’s like he loses all strength with you, just mesmerized by everything you do to him
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silliest-of-the-bunch · 8 months
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jazzy-tzw · 2 years
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I love how over Pat is.
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bubmyg · 11 months
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twitter(.)com/onyxkoo/status/1680567043517476864
with the way his staff was cheering him on the whole video i imagine they would have stayed there however long he wanted 😭
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inwhichiramble · 2 years
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Halfway through Unravel Me and honestly, forget Warner or Kenji or Adam, get me a Winston 😂
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littlenimart · 10 months
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early days in the Garden… i love thinking about Aziraphale at peak cute and naïve cherub :^]
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hemali-smh · 9 months
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i've discovered the spiral of falling in love with david tennant is not a spiral. its a 60 foot hole in the ground and i can't get out
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egophiliac · 3 months
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kamen rider shion was just revealed for ride kamens, and he looks like he's themed after the... horse orphnoch? this is an even bigger surprise than the jin and woz homages
trying to speculate on Ride Kamens characters pre-reveal really is like
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respectthepetty · 14 days
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Ming is modeling the same watch Joe bought him.
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Ming will still be wearing that watch in the future (from the trailer)
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Ming wore the same shirt in this ad that he wore when he broke Joe's heart.
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Ming is still using the bowls that Joe bought
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Ming is still living in Joe's house and making two bowls of food (which one is blurring out because that person doesn't exist anymore!)
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Because he believes Joe is still out there and decided to start working in the industry, so he could send Joe public messages that he is still in love with him and wants him back and will wait for him forever.
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Ming is keeping the light on and a warm meal on the table, so when Joe comes home, he will have everything he dreamed of waiting for him.
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Nice to know the show uses the props well.
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kutakunagasblog · 8 months
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Warrior’s pride
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Very old wip but I finally finished it ! ^^
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levitiquee · 8 months
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It'd been years after the war.
You no longer had to fight anymore.
The ODM bruises had started to fade as you don't have to tighten the straps anymore, so hard that they dug into your skin. You don't miss the familiar weight of the gas tanks and thunder spears around your waist.
No more recovering only the remains of your dead friend. No more running for your life. No more corpses, no more blood.
You don't miss that life.
You've found your peace, a life with Levi.
You would have never thought it was possible. Not just you and him, but the whole concept of it.
That finally, you can sleep peacefully, without being scared of an urgent call that a wall was broken through. Though you'd still have nightmares but still. And even then it was fine because you had Levi now, to help you get through it. You no longer hard to curl up to yourself and try to calm yourself down, hug a pillow and sob silently so none of your dormmates wake up. You had Levi now.
Or the mornings, you think. The odd sense of peace, the feeling of safety. You can wake up beside him and stay in bed for as long as you want. You don't have to get up and search for your uniform. There's no training to be late to. You just curl yourself around him and watch him sleep, peaceful. And you get to watch when he'd woke up, sleepy sleepy eyes peering through and then arms wrapping around you tighter. He looks so vulnerable then. But you're glad, you think. That he can sleep like that now. That he feels safe enough to, safe with you. His dark circles aren't so visible anymore and he doesn't look as tired as he used to. He still can't get a full rest, but the insomnia isn't that bad.
Life had changed. And for the best. Peace for him and peace for you.
But try as you may, and oh dear God did you try, you can't actually forget. Can't actually leave the life you had spent so many years living behind just like that.
No, the scars never faded.
Souvenirs, you think. Reminders etched into your skin, reminders of who you were and what you've done and all that you pray to forget.
Yours stopped bothering you at one point. It used to. Once. Severely.
You'd stare at the bruises on your thighs for hours or the livid pale slashes along your arms or your stomach. Rough knuckles and calloused fingertips, the constant usage of ODM had left marks there too.
It's more the memories than anything that comes with it.
You used to think, how could anyone possibly look at this marred mess you were and still love you?
Oh but Levi.
He never told you but you knew.
He thinks it's not enough. That he's not enough. That surely you deserve someone with all their fingers, and both their eyes.
And you think it's ridiculous.
But even now, after so many years, you'd sometimes catch a glimpse of him staring at himself into the mirror, fingers grazing his face.
The world had been so cruel to him. And he didn't know how to be kinder to himself.
Unlike you, who cried it out, he never learnt how to actually handle his emotions. So when it's one of those days, he merely shuts himself out. In his own dark little mind. And those days, you leave him alone, because he only curls into himself deeper if you try to get him out. And you learnt to give him space, for him to come out on his own. Though every inch of you wants to help him, but you don't know how.
And it was one of those days, you realized when you walked into the bathroom.
He was staring at the bathroom mirror, arms braced on the counter. So focused he didn't even hear you coming.
"Levi?" You called out gently.
He didn't answer, but his head tilts towards you, eyes shifting to meet yours. He only gives a slight nod.
"You... okay?"
"...yeah." He takes a moment but nods. "Fine."
And it was then you noticed how hard his fingers gripped onto the counter. And you noticed his expression, the look of guilt there. How he wouldn't even look at you properly.
Your heart hurt.
If only he understood.
You didn't say anything but walked towards him. And without a word, you slide on top of the counter, shifting so he was standing between your legs. You locked your legs behind him, pulling him closer. He was startled but he didn't say anything, his eyes downcast.
There was so much pain inside those gray eyes.
"Levi." Your voice gentle, soft. "Look at me."
At that, he only tilted his head, looking further away from you, eyes darting sideways.
"No, look at me." You held his chin, turning his head towards you. He flinched at your touch, but you could see the resistance breaking under your gaze. The walls coming down.
With that, you held up your hair, tilting your head to show him a slash that went up to your neck.
"See this?"
He looked at you, confused. And without a word, you tugged on your t-shirt, taking off the clothing in one pull.
"What are you... doing?" He asked, warily. Eyes on your face. Even after so many years, he still got shy.
"No, eyes here lev." You said firmly. "See this?" You pointed at a scar along your elbow, then towards the bruises that ODM had left on your chest. " And this?"
He only stared at you, expression hard. His jaw tightened.
"Tell me Lev." You sighed.
"Does these repulse you? Creeps you out? Do you think they're ugly? Do they make you love me less? Or not at all?"
Levi looked horrified. He was immediately shaking your head, desperate to deny the words. How could you even think that?
"No." He said hastily, eyes wide. "No, what are you saying? Of course not—"
"So why on earth," You gently cupped his cheek, shushing him down. "Do you believe that yours makes me love you any less?"
Your thumb pressed along the scars on his cheek. They were white now, no longer blood red and livid on his skin as it was back when Hange stiched them up. You swallowed, pressing your forehead to his.
"What made you think," You whispered. "That these makes you worth any less levi? "
He didn't pull away, but he stiffened. His face hardened but there was a look of despair beneath his eyes. "That's not the same—''
"How is it any different?" You cut him out, your voice firm. "You tell me, I'm waiting."
He hesitated, staring at you. And then he looked down.
"...I'm crippled."
"Your point?"
"You deserve someone younger. Someone whole. Someone who's more than me."
"There's no one that's more than you levi."
"I'm damaged. "
"We'll fix it. I'll fix you. So, help me fix myself."
"I'll hurt you. I've already hurt you. I don't know how to be better than this. I don't know how to love someone. "
"You're the only person who have never hurt me. You make me feel more worthy than anyone else in this world ever could. And holy shit, if you can't," You whispered. "If you can't, let me. God, I'd love the shit out of you if you'd just let me. So fucking let me in Levi, don't push me away. Don't shut me out. You've done that enough in your lifetime."
And Levi was still. He was made out of stone. So hard, so rough, the edges so sharp. He tries to soften himself for you, but it goes against everything he ever taught himself his whole life and he doesn't know how to do that. He tries, but somehow it never feels enough. Not enough for you. And he wish he could believe that you didn't love him because you do and he could feel it. He can always feel it . Like the way you were looking at him and he felt so, so exposed.
It makes him feel guilty. Someone like you doesn't belong with someone like him. And he wishes, for once in your life, you'd stop looking at him like that so he could convice himself that you don't want him and he could walk away.
And he knows he makes you feel like you're not good enough, because he sees your sad expression when he locks himself out. But it's not you, he wants to tell you. God, you're fucking perfect and it's never you. It's him. He's the fucking problem. The space inside his head was so dark he was scared that just might be enough for you to leave.
But you. The tempt of it.
The warmth of you. You were all softness and gentless and goodness, so so kind to him and it makes him want to hold you tight and never let go again.
But somedays it gets so hard.
He isn't used to this. To show his feelings. To feel so bare in front of someone. Instinct doesn't let him.
He isn't used to feel so loved.
But he thinks he'd try. For you.
Because now that it's you, he doesn't know how to go back to a time there wasn't you.
"Levi?" Your voice pulls him out of his mind. Like you always did. His saving grace, his angel. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling you closer and he can hardly breathe.
"Don't give up on me, Levi." You whispered to his ears. "On you. On us."
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semisolidmind · 3 months
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So, I know you've probably been asked this a bazillion times, but I gotta ask for myself. Is there anybody DogDay draws the line in killing? Or is he just willing to kill anyone and everyone, despite their age.
(Had a dream where my friend was killed by DD and I cried over her body until DD found me too lol)
i think he'd draw the line at kids. he couldn't bring himself to do it, since his entire purpose at one point was to protect them. that, and any kids he'd stumble across wouldn't be believed if they said that a "giant talking dog on two legs" helped them find their way back to civilization.
it all comes down to dogday not wanting his and his little family's peace to be disturbed. he has no reason to care about any humans other than his angel, and he knows that giant living toys in the woods would attract some attention if any witnesses talked.
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thefrsers · 5 months
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Be yuletide by the time we get back to Leoch.
MERRY CHRISTMAS
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artzypaw · 2 years
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I LOVE MOMO SO MUCH PLZ I LOVE THIS GAMEeee
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arthurtaylorlester · 6 months
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if harlan guthrie didn’t want me to love john doe malevolent, he shouldnt have made him Like That
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pink-key · 5 months
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He isn't desperate for romantic love. He lives only to obey orders.
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I lost the confession oooone, I'm sorry anon!! (maybe missed a few other similar asks) bu-ut yes, main reason why I draw Tobs x y/n is because he is depicted too good, too pure in fanfics, he is annoying he will kinkshame you and see how far you will go for him.
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