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[fearless-fisticuffs]

“mhm… love ya plenty…”

he was stuck to Steampunk like glue, there was no way he was letting go of the bull anytime soon

“STEAM! ‘S EVERYTHING OK?”

-> @fearless-fisticuffs

-> Shit. The bull demon's head snapped upwards at the voice, his arm coming up and desperately trying to rub his tears away. He knew he could cry to Coil, but part of him didn't want to be seen as weak. "I'm fine-" -> That was a lie. A massive lie. He wasn't fine and he, at one point, felt lucky that he was the only one left in the boxing ring before the canine demon showed up.

[nyaskitten]

autistic people will see a ninja going and be like "is anyone going to base their whole life and personality around these guys?" and then not wait for an answer

[pandorias-box]

:33333333c

Stars above… this can only mean more trouble. What have I done.

[bass-borot]

....maaaaaaaybe 🐶🐶🐶🐶 :33333333c

Well tell you what anon. Been answering a lot. You can tell me not to publish it if you don't want to, but I want to ask YOU something :3c

[speg-draws]

giuys I’m normal now :33333333c

[gay-hoodie-boy]

WIGLE

>:33333333c

myaAAAAAAA-

[ccaptain]

“i guess there’s no way of knowing with you.” words lilt along the cold cut of his breath. the inch kaeya has gained on him means nothing; no-one can look down on others like an aristocrat scorned by- blood. sort of. might as well be. there's 3 feet of lacquered wood between them & the tight cross of diluc's arms. he can't leave; this is his tavern & he's on the clock. ( he doesn't want kaeya to leave. ) he doesn't want kaeya to see the warm wet pump of need in his chest. | wayyy before showing up feverish. diluc just got back to mondt,,, bitey, bitchy, defensive, hateful. probably after the manga. I'M SORRY FOR THIS.

LULLABY HOTLINE, VOL. 1

prompts from the album the lullaby hotline vol. 1 by adam melchor.

After almost an hour of talking ( basically by himself, from the littlest of inches Diluc has given him - ), this, this one thing, is what shuts Kaeya up.

It brings his words to an halt, and inwardly, he's happy that somebody finally told him that. Because since that night, his throat feels empty, and he must fill it with words to mantain the façade, to let people know that nothing is wrong.

There isn't, but Kaeya finds it pointless to spread the cape of dread settling over his back like wings. It's not like it would matter here -- he isn't the hurt party.

( If he focus a bit too much, even after years of not seeing him, he can still feel the cold bite of the rain soak him, and the fire, the incandescent flames coming near his face -- )

The drink swirls in its glass, and the captain falls quiet. He isn't foolish enough to hope that this little verbal victory avenges him, even just a little -- but he wishes it could. He'd do anything to try and apologize for what he did, he'd grasp at the strings of time to drag it back to before --

Yet, he can't. He's no Archon, no god of time. All he can do is blink blearily, the taste of alcohol burning his throat, and it's just a quarter of how much more intense the burn of his shame is.

This time, he just has no strenght left to muster up a smile to go along with it.

He has done enough. It'd be unjust. Diluc is right to be angry, and closed off and defensive -- but it doesn't hurt less, nor soothed the mouthful of bitter pouring in his throat like bile.

Diluc has all the rights to be angry. Kaeya, the sinner, the disgusting traitor -- the sole responsible of their father's death, cannot feel bitter about that. But he does, and the drink is spoiled, and he's a fool to hope that after his pilgrimage 'luc may have forgiven him.

There's no forgiveness for sinners, nor should there ever be.

' Right, ' it's the quiet, souless comment he makes. Push, he tells himself. Push this away so I can never harm him ever again. I cannot harm what I can't connect with.

Light blue affixes itself on Diluc's face, no other attempts at trying to humor him.

Now, Kaeya just looks tired and strung out like an old rug, the mask falls to the ground and breaks to pieces. ' No, ' he confirms with a nod, teeth clacking on the edge of the glass. ' You may never know with me. And I can't make sure of that, Diluc. '

I can never make sure again that I won't hurt you.

This should be the final phrase, his exit. He should gather his winged cape, his dignity and sorrow and leave Diluc alone, for he has done far too much to the person he loves like family. Leave him a tip. Apologize. Do something, anything to bring things back to normal.

But Kaeya is a coward and a traitor. And, true to his nature, the wooden desk seems much more appropriate to his scrunity than the face of the person he has betrayed.

A sly, untrustful snake until the end.

[yanagichiri-blog]

tears!~

     It had started out simply enough. Despite how odd he was, Takumi managed to become something of an acquaintance to this candy-obsessed man. He was cool, far more collected than the prince was. It was great for keeping his volatile emotions in check, and he found himself seeking him out. He wanted to be near him in this unfamiliar hellscape. He needed some sort of anchor, even if it was flimsy as paper.

So he’d made an excuse to approach, using books as his medium. He’d breathed a sigh of relief when his company had been so readily accepted, even if he was teased in the process. Soon he was discussing this foreign tome, and even faster afterwards, they were chatting about other things. The topics varied, ranging from subjects like the city, the weird technology, and asking again if Takumi had anymore candy on him. The levity was refreshing and oh so needed.

But soon, they were talking about their worlds. He was talking about Hoshido. Takumi had been happy to oblige, animated in his responses.He loved his home and the people in it. He loved the climate and culture, the capitol and all of its coasts. He loved walking through the nearest woods on a crisp spring day and all of the festivals in the summer. He loved hearing his younger sister practicing on her koto. He loved seeing his older sister soar through the skies with her platoon. He loved getting moments where his older brother had the time to spar with him.

He loved it so much, but the more he talked about it, the more it set in that it was gone.

It was gone first because he was here. He had no way of returning, didn’t know if it was possible. He could grow old here, never once seeing the land of his birth again.

And it was gone second because last he’d seen it, it was being ravaged. As much as the thought made him taste bile, they were losing the war. Hoshidan blood watered their soil. The lush greens he so adored were stripped and blackened by the clashing armies. His family was in tatters and his people were let down.

He was a failure to his title.

A lump built in his throat as his heart grew swollen and heavy. His mind screamed at him to hold back, to calm down, but all that did was make his tears come faster. He clenched his fists and felt shame wash over him just as strong as his sorrow.

     “I-I’m sorry, I...” He stuttered and tried to hide his face. “I just--”

Warm fingers wiping across his cheek stopped his words in his throat.

His eyes widened, shocked imploring. Hesitantly, he looked back at his acquaintance. He hadn’t expected the hints of a concerned expression that he saw.

He hadn’t expected to be told it’s okay.

The sob that had ripped form his throat couldn’t be stopped. Those words, that gesture, they had lifted a blockade and set him free. He apologized again, garbled and choked, only to get a hand on his back and a reminder that he can let it all out.

For once he could have what he needed.

Meme: Accepting

[obedeared]

💓 i am,,, v late to this but,,, laine wants s Smooch from her boyf,,,

              with green paw flickering then disappearing , he didn’t have much time to save the day the way he wanted . it was going to be close , identity threatening to reveal with every blink , && yet he finds himself still making his way over to the girl that had been injured . chat never seen to be the gentle one , the agreste behind the mask still pushes against persona to find himself kneeling down . one knee up , one knee down .

             bright green eyes showing sympathy , gloved hand taking one of her hands with the gentleness of the boy behind the mask . hand becomes turned around in his own , peach lips pressing kiss in palm center . ring continues the blinking , && he finally lowers her hand back down , own fingers lingering longer than they should .   

             ❛   je ne sais pas ce que j’aurais fait si j’avais perdu .   ❜   soft whisper as hand is finally taken away , standing straight with baton in hand . it’s quick to shoot out , && just like that , the chaos cat is gone .

[the-save-star-anomaly]

hey, r/systemcringe subreddit, maybe fuck all of you? :33c from the bottom of my heart? :33333c pwetty pwease? :33333333c

R/systemscringe is back and continues being the most pluralphobic on the internet.

Sincerely, save them the time and break up now. If you're breaking into your partner's computer to spy on them and plan to leave them for being plural, it doesn't sound like you have the healthiest relationship to begin with, and they'll be better off without you in their life.

[lovers-steel-archived-blog]

Ü =3c

[Sticky notes!!] || Accepting

“Please.”

[bushidobound-blog]

tenderborn replied to your post “.”

fuc u

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[bass-borot]

No I know. I just wanted to add very to it :33333333c

Ahhhhh I see :D I thought you meant the fwiw part, in case I read it wrong or smthing

[local-soda-can]

you should :33333333c

......i should make a kinito human design for my wifb-

[alilaro]

One of the many homes (гэр) Athenodora and Caius had living as nomads.   ||   (c. 1230 BCE)

[notice-mesenpai]

day 20 | 1st request

ai in dark colors requested by @cupidsenpai thank yoou!!

>;3c hohoho im sensing some angst vibes >;3c