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reima-c · 3 months
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Smol kisautsu
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rulanarinrush · 10 months
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uh ig since ppl liked my first textposts more than i was expecting you can have a few more. The other half of these are below the cut to avoid making this post hard to scroll past.
hope you laugh or whatever. sorry for the shit quality.
I do not own the original textposts and all sprites belong to LINUJ
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i couldn't decide which version was funnier so you can have both
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don't own any of the original memes. also yamatsuro and utsukako supremacy
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umeumiko · 1 year
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yamatsuro headcanons, because they're neat.
due to utsuro’s chronic bitch face, he usually looks irritated when next to yamato to other people, though yamato knows better.
“ah, utsuro? nah, his face is just stuck like that.”
yamato likes bringing utsuro inventions as gifts, and while he does appreciate them, the poor dude has too many and have them collected in the corner of his room.
utsuro likes to listen to yamato ramble on about whatever, finding it endearing.
though, more often than not, it looks like he’s spacing out.
“um, utsuro? did you hear anything i said?” “...” “well, as i was saying—” “...mikako and rei had a date recently, yes?” “oh, so you did hear me! guess you love me after all, hehe!” “...and you doubted it?”
yamato subconsciously initiates physical contact with utsuro, and is constantly doing things like holding his hands and hugging him from behind without second thought. at first, utsuro was flustered by his actions, but over time he got used to it.
utsuro didn’t reveal much of his past, but yamato quickly figured out that he wasn’t a big fan of his luck, and goes out of his way to help him avoid things like luck-based games.
whenever utsuro initiates physical contact (yes, he does, but they are very far between) it takes yamato a few seconds to process it. once he does, though, he never shuts up about it.
yamato does not sleep. utsuro is very aware of this, thanks to the constant chunks of metal he hears during the night. utsuro does his best to convince the inventor to get to sleep, though usually his divine luck kicks in and does the job for him instead.
utsuro and mikako look out for yamato, being the ones to stop him from doing anything stupid. though, usually, yamato still manages to do so.
“YAMATO KISARAGI! GET BACK HERE!” “...idiot.”
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anotherprofessional · 2 years
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"Slot Machine >>>> Lucky Despair"
I do prefer Kisamae as a Romance while Yamatsuro...Utsumato? (This ship has about 6 different names in English) 키사우츠 as Frenemies.
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Hey Eclipse, who do you ship?
Well,
I do like teruya & sora, both ship wise and platonic wise. I like the moments in teruya’s fte’s they’re very cute ^^
I like the idea of survivor trio as a poly relationship too, though wether i’ll do that here it yet to be determined.
Obviously yamarugi (yamato x tsurugi) is a big favorite of mine, I also kinda like utsumato too but not as much. Lastly soruko (sora x yoruko) is a classic good one, I’ve seen idea’s of yuki x sora x yoruko and i think its interesting too!
I have more but I can’t remember the rest at the moment.
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fanganedit-beach · 3 years
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UtsuMato hcs cause why not!
-yamato is the light in utsuro’s life he never thought he would get, and utsuro is the light in yamato’s life that keeps him from doing something crazy.
-yamato almost always has to convince or drag utsuro with him to places, he insists his bf socializes!
-utsuro is given lots of affection by yamato, a lot more then he’s used to. but he secretly appreciates it very much.
-and to return the favor yamato somehow ends up finding his favorite flowers, finishing inventions a lot more quickly, and gets lots of random coincidental romantic gifts
-their dates consist of movie nights, late night walks, and occasional restaurant dinners (curtacy of yamato practically begging utsuro to go out to eat)
-utsuro wears pretty casual clothes to their dates mostly with a hoodie, while yamato goes all out fancy to impress utsuro even though its not needed
-yamato has to comfort utsuro sometimes and reassures him he didn’t fall in love with him because of his luck.
-usually when they have serious talks it usually ends up with them cuddling.
-slow *clap* dances!
-once they get their own house you can bet its going to be sunset themed (kudos to whoever gets this)
-holds hands lots and sometimes if they walk far enough they’ll get ice cream!
-yamato has tried to get utsuro into anime, and has failed. multiple times. but that doesn’t stop him from trying again.
-and finally, lots of lots of kisses for utsuro and plenty of romantic gifts for yamato! every day they will always show their love for each other in some shape or form!
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umeumiko · 1 year
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why do i even. out of all the ships ever why did i get attached to yamatsuro. THE LACK OF CONTENT IS KILLING ME
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rulanarinrush · 9 months
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i'll let you go by the ocean
fic is below the cut. if you want to say something, feel free to tell me on ao3 or leave a kudo.
pairing: yamato/utsuro. Set in dra: if. Content warning for character de/ath.
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There he was, Yuki. Standing before them with a sheepish, awkward smile, those eyes flickered between the many faces in the crowd. There was a wary, hesitant look on everyone’s faces, decidedly well-deserved. After everything he did, could he really be forgiven? What was the correct way to approach one with powers beyond comprehension, that twisted the very fabric of reality itself?
More than that, was he really their Yuki? It was impossible to tell at an initial glance. That same ruddy orange hair that brought to mind the very idea of life, of spring, of those petals, vibrant and blooming; those butterflies, spreading those flowers, that hope, far beyond where the human mind could conceptualize. He still seemed as intangible as ever, like he would be blown away by those vernal winds if one took their eyes off him. He was Yuki and Utsuro all at once and Yamato never really had the whole of either.
Yamato already knew who it was from the very moment he saw Yuki’s eyes. There was a look of something Utsuro had never possessed, or never bothered to show him. There was that look of hope, the kind that marked a boy ready to face whatever the future had in store, because he’d possessed the resolve to own up to mistakes. Gone was that look of pain and years of loneliness, replaced by something better, objectively.
A menacing frown bloomed over Tsurugi’s features. Carefully, he approached Yuki the way one approaches a dangerous animal, his steps slow and deliberate.
Then Yuki beamed, like the rays of the sun finally breaking through those dark, gloomy clouds. Kinjo-kun, he said.
A sigh of relief rippled through the crowd. Distantly, Yamato heard Satsuki cheer and say, See, Kobazing? I told you it was going to be fine! Yuki’s back! Even the more reserved members of their class had a small smile on their face; for all Rei claimed not to care, even she seemed content, if only being pragmatic in that Yuki returning was far better than Utsuro.
Like the piercing sound of glass smashing against the floor, Yamato sobbed.
The world stopped and stared at him. No one moved, and every part of Yamato felt like he was on fire, like there was smoke blurring his vision and burning him from the inside, starting with his heart and escaping out of lungs and his throat. Embarrassment and shame flooded the logical part of his brain, the one that performed thousands of mental calculations in an hour, which duties to delegate which materials to use which fluid to use to manipulate the efficiency of the boiler to get their building more power, and which is Utsuro Yuki Utsuro Utsuro—
He should be happy. Everyone else is, because boy they met, their Yuki, returned. Instead here he is, their leader, ruining a perfect moment over his own selfish grief. Even when Mikako’s fingers lingered on his shoulder blades in an attempt to ground him, he just cried harder and couldn’t stop.
Because Yuki just might be his new best friend, but Utsuro was the boy he met first, the one he still remembered, the one that pinned him to his bed in that wasteland of a dorm room, the one that pretended to have no passions but took him just as fiercely. The one that, ultimately, Yamato had come to hate as much as he loved. Because only Utsuro could make him feel that passionately, could make that betrayal hurt as much as it did. Only Utsuro could let Yamato down that way, because Yamato knew he could be better.
The only one Yamato’s hope could not save.
Even when Yuki reached his hand out and reeled back when he realized he didn’t know how to comfort a stranger he didn’t remember but had technically met hundreds of times, Yamato didn’t feel better. Yuki’s guilt couldn’t make Yamato feel better. That wasn’t what Yamato wanted.
He might have never truly met Yuki until now, but he didn’t want Utsuro to replace him either. He couldn’t admit it, not when everyone else was still licking their wounds, doing their best to heal, carefully avoiding his name, but what he really wanted was:
I wish I could have saved you. I wish, I wish—
He didn’t need to be by Utsuro’s side. Yamato could have lived with the fact that Utsuro was out there somewhere, beyond the great blue sea; so far away that where Yamato saw the sun, Utsuro saw the moon, out of reach.
Yamato had only ever wished for Utsuro to not give up on himself. And that hope was now dashed forever.
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fanganedit-beach · 3 years
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more utsumato thoughts:
utsuro and yamato adopt the warriors of hope and be good dads.
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