#(i just think he's neat)

[voiceofthelionhearted]

when you defy the apotheosis with the help of paranoid, and broken asks at the end of it all, when you no longer have a means to fight her, "is she going to hurt us again?" bro... bro i can't get over it.... and then, she buries her fingers into the divine skin of your true body, and he, in surprise, says, "that feels nice," only to respond in devastation when she begins to tear at it and it hurts in the worst way he has ever hurt. and then his response is visceral anger, the desire to hurt her back clouding his thoughts in response to the pain

i checked, and the way he responds to her touch if you immediately submit to her after trying to harm her that first time is different. it gives the impression that he's saying, "i told you everything would be okay as long as we yielded to her!" and his attitude remains much the same even after the pain starts. he tells you to endure it, because it will be over soon.

[pythonmoth]

Nanami Kento x Reader (gn)

workaholic nanami kento. soulmates au, just a one shot. might add a second part at some point in life.

note: this was my dream, literally. wrote it down in like five minutes bc it was fresh in my head, and now it's a one shot.

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Nanami's never been against soulmates, really, he's just... old for that. He's always busy with work and, even if he wanted to, he never has the time to look for his soulmate's mark. His is pretty simple, a splash of green with pink across his forearm —if that's the reason why he wears long sleeved shirts, that's his business—, so he only has to briefly look at people's forearms to know if they're his soulmate or not, never spending much time thinking about it.

He likes being on his own, or with his old friends and his family; he's not a hermit at all. Nanami often reads at home or at the public library, where he feels comfortable surrounded by strangers reading in silence, away from the rushed life outside; so imagine his surprise when he's distracted by someone bumping onto the table, cursing quietly as people look up at them. Nanami's eyes shift up, only a little annoyed by the interruption, hearing some mumbled grunts from the rest and then a soft apology. Nanami can't even blink, though, because he's too busy staring at you. 

You look in a hurry, rushing to the front door with a few books in your arms. Nanami will sigh to himself later on and admit he should've thought about it better, because he immediately rushes up, carelessly bookmarking the page as he tries to catch up with you, but you get in a car and drive away before Nanami can even get a good glimpse of your face, his chest aching. The air outside instantly slaps some sense into his brain and knows he can't possibly chase after you. Nanami blinks and rubs his face before going back into the library, feeling awkward and ridiculous.

Sitting back at the table, he just can't focus. And now he feels incredibly awful for his soulmate, whoever it is.

He knows that being someone's soulmate doesn't mean he's forced to be romantically involved with them, but that was the expectation for most people, so, what if you already had someone else? What if he did talk to you, and he found his soulmate after that? What if you both found your soulmate and he was left with whatever feelings are now filling his chest?

He gets up and sets the book back, forcing his mind to be blank as he drives home, not even caring to turn on the radio as usual. Nanami can't help but feel embarrassed of himself, getting so into it when he doesn't even know you. 

Maybe he should listen to Satoru —that is a new low for him—, and actually go out someday. And he will.

Really.

One day, when he has the time.

For now, his days go by as always.

Nanami works, and works, and works, and reads and eats, and works. He keeps looking for you at the library because he knows you will have to return the books at some point, but you don't show up during the first week.

And the second week, you don't come back.

Not for the third week.

Nor the fourth.

By the end of the month, Nanami's silently given up, mostly because he can't remember what you look like anymore. He tries to remember your embarrassed expression, the tone of your voice when you apologized, which books you got, or even what your hair looked like, but nothing comes to him. So, Nanami has accepted that he might not even recognize you if you ever come back. It's not like—

"Excuse me, is there's another copy of the book you're reading?" a voice asks quietly to his side, soft enough not to disturb the rest of the people at the table.

Nanami's skin tingles as the timber of your voice registers in his mind. He looks up and stares. He feels in a daze, as if drunk, too distracted paying attention to the shape of your nose, your eyes and the way your lips curl up in a soft smile, to realize your expression changes from shyness to embarrassment. He watches you rub the back of your neck. 

"Sorry", you say, giving him a flustered nod and taking a step back.

Nanami reacts before he realizes what he's doing, once again not thinking, and reaches out to gently grip your forearm in an attempt to stop you, standing up to look you in the eye. His heart pounds so hard he can hear the blood rushing to his ears.

"There's no other copy", Nanami manages, his tone quiet, closing the book with a hand and placing it in yours. "You can take it. I've read it before, so it's fine".

You look at him with surprise, something making your eyes twinkle, and Nanami doesn't understand but he can't look away. He can't question it because he's staring, again. Your hair smells like coconut, and there's something shiny on your lips —is it lip balm? is it his imagination or does it smell like watermelon?—, and your eyes are so glassy he can see himself in them. 

"Oh. Thank you", you mumble, your gaze shifting to his eyes and then down at the book in your hands, seemingly not caring for the hand gripping onto you.

Nanami's too busy drinking in your presence, thinking he must have run out of luck for the rest of his life if he got to see you again, that he doesn't realize your eyes are fixated on his covered forearms for a few moments.

He finally blinks when he sees your lips moving, catching the word a little late, barely breathing as he looks at you.

Nanami thinks of it as a win when you chuckle soundlessly.

"That's my name", you say quietly, looking amused, and holding out your hand for him. Only then does Nanami realize he's still gripping your forearm and lets go, his embarrassment cut off short when he sees your smile.

"Nanami Kento", he introduces himself, shaking your hand.

You both stand there in silence for a few moments, and then you let out a soft chuckle, making some people look up from their books. Nanami couldn't care less about them, his eyes completely fixed on you. He's very aware that neither of you have let go.

"Nanami, what are you doing tonight?"

this was fun. it's been sitting in my drafts since I came back to tumblr so! im not planning on making a full fic on it, maybe just another part to show you how they're doing.

i love nanami

that's all, thanks ♡

little taglist of the people that were interested: @an-ever-angry-bi @ssssssws-world @a-hidden-gem ty♡

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if you're new to my blog and you like CoD Simon "Ghost" Riley, I've got two fics you might like:

Traitor series

Never Gonna Be Alone

[biteinsane]

Got some Usopp for ya and his great plan as pirate captain.

[hollycircling]

[rad-roche]

hello new fallout fans! here is some of my compiled That Old Man art.

[phantom-shell]

Oh Fiddleford Mcgucket.. I like you a normal amount...

[possessedpasm]

G U I L T Y

[krysaknife]

I know everyone thinks about him differently, but i just can't stop thinking about him :)

[divineandmajesticinone]

Haku's eyes SPIRITED AWAY 千と千尋の神隠し(2001)

[velvetrambles]

i wish to put him under a hydraulic press <3

[hextechmaturgy]

icarus hades 2 is so funny to me. a character you don't even meet until you reach chamber 20 or 30-something of the SURFACE (which you can't get to at all until you're a few runs into the underworld) is the reason the protagonist is missing a limb. he's the person making the hammers melinoë's fated to utilize (because daedalus retired) but he's like hehe don't mention it, and just the fact that he shows up at all is hilarious because he just? got in the mood to fight in a war that involves gods and titans? you see heracles fighting around too but fighting is kind of his thing. icarus has wings, a few bombs and a crush, and damn if he's not gonna be doing some cool shit with that

[cinderellasfella]

[hollycircling]

oh hexcore jesus, we're really in it now

[mmothmanners]

He's just a grandpa who's doing his best.

[mercymaker]

NATURE'S STRENGTH LIES WITHIN ME

[lacunalore]