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He does things just to piss me off. And they usually work.

I know I shouldn't react. I've had the training. The discipline. The self-respect, supposedly. I'm aware that by reacting, I'm handing him the win. Feeding his ego. Falling straight into the trap he didn't even bother to hide.

But he knows I'll do it anyway. Because that's the game, isn't it? He acts like a jackass��blows off meetings, rewires the security cameras to loop footage of him flipping me off, calls me Lulu in front of investors—and I play the outraged straight man. I scold, I threaten, I escalate.

And he grins. Every time. Like I'm his favorite toy. A little velvet mouse dangling from a string. Not even struggling. Just there. For his whimsy. It should humiliate me. But sometimes I like getting caught.

Sometimes I see the way his eyes narrow, and I feel it like a hook behind the ribs. Not affection. Not desire. Just that high-wire thrill of being someone he notices. Someone he bothers with. Someone he wants a reaction from.

It's sick. It's beneath me. It's unbecoming of a vice-captain and a man of my caliber. And it's fun. He knows that. He has to know that.

The way his gaze lingers just a second too long after I snap. The way his teeth show when I throw a clipboard at his head. The way he hums like he's pleased with me for taking the bait. Like he wants to see how far I'll go this time.

Maybe I let him win on purpose. Maybe I like the feeling of teeth closing around me. Just for a moment. Just to see if he'll bite down or let go.

I could stop. I should stop. But I think we both know I won't.

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"Bye-bye" Romeo is a blessing

The fact he says "bye-bye" is so cute of him ;♡;

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The Third Years Study Group

pt.1 Alan with Hotarubi

Thank you for all the votes!

Here is a messy doodle I did bc galaxy color brush is fun

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which tier suits them? (brat edition)

guys, i have a vision, but i need yall to vote. voting lasts for a week, btw. and no, it's not about brat dolls.

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jabberwock hand headcanons here!!!!!!!! collapses on the floor

haru's left hand....

average to big - around 20cm/7.9in in length

fingers are slender but very strong!

super warm... comforting....

rough in texture from all the safari work! pretty notable calluses

littered with nicks and bite scars

keeps his nails clipped

they're so dry please help him. his skin is cracking. he can't buy hand cream please give some to him i'm begging

towa has BIG SPIDER HANDS. contender for biggest among the ghouls. 23 cm/9 inches in length

nails are long-ish but only maintained somewhat because haru reminds him. if not they would be a NIGHTMARE (the dirt collected... he'd also 100% scratch the people he doesn't like)

generally soft with some subtle areas of wear

always smeared with dirt and grass stains esp around his nailbeds

cool to the touch. holding his hand is a very specific sensation - kind of like if you could hold hands with the air after it rains. idk

mobile gamer hands ren...

average to big in size: around 19.5/7.7in in length

fingers are long, slender, dexterous + surprisingly strong

generally pretty average in terms of wear and tear but there are some noticeably more weathered parts after entering jabberwock (he does his share! somewhat)

the skin around his nails definitely peels

keeps his nails short to not interfere with the grind

his hands are on the cooler side temperature-wise

he has one (1) prominent scar from a nasty cup noodle incident a couple years back

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I'm still mad about his eyes. Mad angry, not mad obsessed. Let's be very clear about that.

It's just—they do this thing.

When he's calm, if you can call it that, they shimmer. Sharp and bright, like crushed glass underfoot. Reflective. Detached. But when he starts to lose it—when something sets him off, or when he decides he's bored enough to be entertained by blood—that's when it happens.

His pupils go tight. Tiny. Little pinpricks floating in a sea of chartreuse.

It's a visual cue. A warning, if you will. And I like it.

I like when he gets a little unhinged.

Not the aftermath, mind you—the blood, the paperwork—but that moment right before. When he corners someone. Leans in too close. Smiles like he's already seen how the scene plays out. The look in his eyes goes devious, but not blank. Not feral.

No, this is when he's himself. Fully. Deliberately. Dangerously Taiga.

It's the most honest expression he ever wears.

I pretend to disapprove. I scold. I tally the damages, storm off, throw a drink in his direction if I'm feeling theatrical. But inside?

Inside I'm fucking fascinated. Because beneath that disaster in motion, beneath the blundering thoughtlessness, I see precision.

He's not mindless. He's choosing it. Every twitch, every grin, every shattered bone. It's all part of some rhythm he's composing on instinct.

I hate that I see the art in it. I hate that I want to watch it happen again. And again. Not obsessed. Just angry. Mad angry. Not mad obsessed. Shut up.

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I heard someone whispering in the halls today.

Didn't catch who it was—voice too soft, tone too sweet to be sincere.

They said something like, "For Romeo to lose Taiga, that'd be like losing all he has left."

How fucking presumptive.

As if I don't have anything else. As if my life revolves around that overgrown raccoon with a gambling addiction and the vaguest notion of a god complex. As if I don't have goals. Assets. A reputation, thank you very much.

I have investments. I have a skincare routine worth more than their tuition. I am not some tragic little glass figurine clinging to a wild animal for meaning.

But the words stuck. I couldn't tell if they said it in a cruel way or if it was gossip or pity.

That's the part that burns. It means people see something. Maybe more than I've allowed myself to see. Maybe more than I meant to show. But they're wrong. Mostly.

It's not that losing Taiga would leave me with nothing. It's that I don't think anyone else would ever make me feel the way he does.

He's not soft. He's not kind. He's barely human most days. But I like the way he looks at me when he thinks he's got me figured out. The way when when he walks into a room, the world shifts.

And maybe I've grown used to that tilt. Maybe I like it. Maybe I've let myself orbit him without realizing it. But that's not the same thing as having nothing else.

And if I have lost everything else, then maybe he's just the one thing I trust I won't ruin. The one thing I'd rather let ruin me.

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au (??) where taiga has naturally black hair and sets off all of romeo's stylist alarm bells upon their first meeting

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Bite Put a Ring on It

I am never drawing this man ever again /j

I was mindlessly scrolling through Facebook one time and saw a free base page I follow post the base I used for this. It was quite fitting for Taiga, so I drew him. It was hard though, I couldn't get the hair right. I spent 4 hours sketching just the hair. >:(

But hey, he turned out okay in the end.

Tbh, I only started to like Taiga more bc of fanfics of him. The writers wrote him good (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Base used:

Tags: @cloudcountry @sweetlikevanilaaa @stinkyturd @12am-motivation

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a funny thing i like about the whole thing of "sho being unable to say no to you" is that it's very likely that someone else would take more advantage of it than you: leo.

in one of his summer voicelines he tries to get you to agree with him, and it's likely because he knows it'll be easier to get Sho to say yes if it's something you want as well.

"I keep telling Sho we should let off some fireworks and he keeps saying no! You want to do it too, don't you, Honor Roll?"

leo will mention you whenever his friend doesn't want to do something he asks, like:

"oh, i guess i will have to text the honor roll that you won't be making that limited dessert. a shame, they seemed sooo excited about it."

"the npc helped me choose this halloween costume for you, you know? i'll have to tell them that you didn't like it."

and so on. leo finds it both hilarious and gross that it works every single time, seriously, sho ended up turning into such a sap. at least he should get something out of it!

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I hate when he gets like that. Feral. Unreachable.

There's a line he crosses—no warning, no signal, no graceful descent. One minute he's slouched across a velvet chair with a curious look etched across his face and the next—He's gone.

Not physically. Physically, he's still there. Still the same frame, the same mess of hair and haphazard posture. But the rest of him? The who of him? Somewhere else. Something else.

It's not the violence I mind. I'm not delicate. I've seen what ghouls are capable of. I've watched some of them rip apart steel like paper. That's not what bothers me.

What bothers me is that I can't see his eyes when he's like that. And I always look for them. Every time.

Those eyes—so fucking irritating in their brightness—are the one thing that anchor him. To here. To now. To me.

And when he goes feral, when his pupils swallow the chartreuse whole and his expression goes blank—not blank like empty, blank like erased—it feels like losing something.

Losing him, maybe. Not that he was even mine.

Fuck off. It's curiosity. Academic interest. Observation for risk mitigation. The truth is he's a fucking genius. When he's not trying to destroy everything around him, he knows how it all works. The tables, the games, the people. He sees it. Understands it. Plays with it like a cat with a dying mouse.

And I love that. I love watching that.

But when it's not him anymore, when the glow in his eyes goes out— it hurts.

And I hate that too. I hate that it hurts. What kind of idiot mourns the dimming of someone else's light?

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Sinostra Edition ft. Frostheim

Pls ignore the dates and timestamps

Inspired by the SMAUs of @/jeun-bug & @/star-bitten (you’re both brilliant)

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Never think twice

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As it should!

Someone's gotta worship those gorgeous thighs.

digging out some sketches I abandoned from my fb albums

got the idea of Romeo in a sailor outfit from a wild round of bamiromi gartic phone with friends lmao

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Taiga be shamelessly flipping that skirt up to take a peek

digging out some sketches I abandoned from my fb albums

got the idea of Romeo in a sailor outfit from a wild round of bamiromi gartic phone with friends lmao

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fico-sama<3