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alperen1emre · 1 year ago
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babasına hunharca gülüşünü gösteren çocuk Babssmsbshsiwwnw
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whumpy-wyrms · 9 months ago
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AT THE DENTIST :(
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fregget-frou · 2 years ago
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would like to send you this fanart of your fl listener, benny. i don’t think i’ll ever finish it so xd
I see
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MINE
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Heheehhehehebg he’s so pretty in your style<3333333,,,…..,..,….,,,,
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vixlenxe · 2 years ago
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“... I shouldn’t have left the ocean.”
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yakultii · 7 days ago
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no one ever gets the vision on dti the theme was college major so i dressed as an absolute slayer w jorts a crop singlet, sneakers, green buzzcut and a tote bag representing literally every arts major to ever exist and got voted LAST against these bitches wearing heels and mini skirts like they would know i hate this new generation i rage quit
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unluckyprime · 2 years ago
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“I don’t want you to ever be anything like me at all, okay?”
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zekoagun · 4 months ago
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hm, i guess that newts weird reddit atheism in the book seems less like irvine is coming out of nowhere with it if it sits in comparison with hermanns faith in numbers, lol
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yis-memestation · 6 months ago
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@captain-ryans-no1-fan-2
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speedane · 11 months ago
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Before the year ends: any Q hater who wants to fight me to the death? /j
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vanillaxoshi · 1 year ago
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@ariripiesen post gave me an idea-
I dont know if someone already had this idea BUT I HAD TO DO THIS
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AIS ELSA!!!!!!! YEEEEESSSSSSSS
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whirling-fangs · 11 months ago
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[ dying breath ] - heian au. muzan sends inosuke away to find a flower for him.
𝑵𝑶𝑵-𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺
[ dying breath ] sender talks to receiver before dying
Do you remember it? That bright blue flower, basking in the sunlight... right by that rock you really like. The tall, shiny one.
Of course he remembered it. How could he forget the peculiar look of that flower? Its intricate petals woven in impossible shapes, so delicate that they seemed to have been crafted by man's hand. Its vibrant color, standing out amongst the weeds and the moss that covered most of the forest's ground.
A beautiful blue. Much like the tips of your hair, as Muzan had pointed out.
Why now? Inosuke wanted to ask. Why was that flower so important now? Why would Muzan need it all of a sudden, when they had both chosen to leave the flower where it was – where it belonged, out in the wild?
The wooden floor creaked under the boy's bare feet. The paper doors had been pushed shut, preventing any air from filtering inside or outside the room. The doctor said it was to keep any germs from entering the room ; Inosuke was persuaded that the old man really meant the other way around.
It was suffocating. The atmosphere had become so heavy that a perpetual miasma seemed to hang in the air, so thick that Inosuke could feel it licking at his skin. Just to prove a point, he had pushed his boar hide above his brow.
None of the servants dared to enter the room without a towel wrapped around their faces. People avoided to walk past those doors, avoided the building altogether. It was a natural instinct in all of them, it seemed. One that Inosuke had seen before in the beasts of the wild.
A natural fear of those marked with the hand of Death. Fear that its reach would stretch further, and drag them along with the condemned.
Inosuke had reached the door. He set a hand above the paper panel, fingers curling around the wooden plank. He could see them trembling slightly, much like the rest of his body.
His head slumped between his shoulders, his hand still on the door. A trick to keep himself from rushing back to the futon where Muzan lay.
"I'm not bringing it back with me. The flower."
He couldn't turn around. He couldn't bear to look at the sorry sight behind him anymore.
This wasn't the curly head he knew.
The emaciated visage. The skin so pale that it seemed transparent. So fragile, so brittle, that a mere gust of wind could have turned him to dust and washed him away.
"I'm just gonna make sure it's still there. I'll clean the path. I'll push the big rocks away, fill in the holes. And once the path is clear... I'll come back here to get you. So we can go see it again... together..."
His sentence ended in a pathetic whimper. He felt the tears roll down his cheeks in a ceaseless flow, while his hand slipped down the doorframe. He brought it straight to his lips and bit down hard, in an attempt to keep the cries from escaping his throat.
A rageful motion of his opposite palm wiped the tears from his eyes, before he tugged the boar fur over his features once more. Both hands dropped to his sides, ruptured skin oozing with fresh blood across his right palm.
He wanted to say so much more, but the words refused to leave his knotted throat. He would have to make it a quick trip. Locate the flower, find the fastest route to it, secure the path. It was a simple plan, really. A matter of a day, maybe two at most, depending on the weather's whims.
Inosuke gave a powerful tug at the door. He heard it rattle against the railing, the outside air pouring in with a strong gust as if to try and suck him away from the room. A cool breeze caressed his cheek, so welcoming and comforting, a far cry from the toxic air that hung inside the young lord's chambers. Gentle hands tugging him outside, away from the clutches of the ominous force that inhabited the room.
I'll be right back, Inosuke did not say. As he pushed the door behind him, and ran to the outer walls in great leaps, he did not turn around to greet Muzan goodbye. What was the point anyway? He would be back within a day. They had been separated for much longer spans of time before.
Inosuke leapt above the wall and hurried into the deep woods, without ever looking back. He didn't need to. He would always find the way back to that room. He would describe the flower in great motions and bright images, perhaps bring back a single petal of it as a way to confirm his words, to cement the promise. He would tuck it behind Muzan's ear, or perhaps tangle it in one of those long curls of hair, so the two of them would match.
As the tears came streaming down his face, Inosuke was certain of it. As he lost his footing and tumbled into the ground, as his hands clutched at his chest, unkempt nails sinking into skin to try and claw his aching heart out, Inosuke knew it for certain.
They would meet again.
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juststayquiete · 1 year ago
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Congrats to the Twin Prides being more interesting dynamic to the people than the other siblings I guess lmaooooo
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geeks-universe · 7 months ago
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In an effort to ✨avoid reality✨ I’ve been working on the one shot and I want to post it but I keep coming up with new ideas to add.
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old-stoneface · 10 months ago
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really dont want to go rewatch that episode of the watch 2021 just to get screenshots of punk vimes but i might. ill say that im thinking about it. i just love middle aged punk guys and vimes in the band scene looks so fucking good when hes shredding on that guitar
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ofvalor · 2 years ago
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❛ if you want me to die, you can just say so. ❜ - josie/hope
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"You're boring me." She drawls the words out, cleaning a bit of dried blood from underneath her fingernails with a slight frown. Most things these days did bore her, if she were to be honest with herself. A flick of her wrist got her anything she wanted, and a flash of her fangs got her as much as she needed to feed. Before, if Josie had said those words, Hope would have been offended, angry, correcting her over and over.
She still felt the pull to the siphon, a pesky little blip of light deep in her psyche that she just couldn't rid herself of. How banal it was. Looking up, finally, she could see that there was some sort of barely contained emotion rocking through the girl, and she tilted her head with a slight frown. As if pitying her. "Oh, please. Get over yourself. The only person who wants you to die in this room is you."
Little miss death wish would have to wait, though. As annoying as that small little beacon was, there was a part of her that didn't want to let it go. "If you'd think, which I know you tend not to do unless it's about someone else, you'd notice that I've kept you safe." A slight disgust laced through her tone as she stood, stepping slowly over towards Josie. "I haven't fed from you, though the thought of doing that is a craving that makes my teeth ache. I haven't snapped your neck like I did your bitchy other half - So. Why the accusation, Jo?" She lets the nickname slip with a slight quirk of her lips upwards, wanting to see the reaction it brings.
"Didn't you want to prove your friends wrong? Isn't that the entire reason you came?" She stepped in her space, then, sliding her hand up to Josie's throat and pulling her down so they were eye level. Her fingers squeezed ever so slightly, enough to scare the siphon. "Or did I hit the nail on the head? You want me to do it. It would be so simple, though, wouldn't it? If I wanted you to die, you could hate me. You could be relieved of this burden you carry for me, this stupid notion of caring for me. Do you know how stupid that is? We've spent the entire last year ignoring each other and yet - you bring it upon yourself to try and save me?"
She scoffs, and squeezes just a bit harder, licking her lips slowly. "You see, Josie - I don't want you to die." She brought her free hand to her mouth, biting down to break skin at the side of it and shoving it to those beautiful lips of the siphon's. "I want you to live."
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stylesloveclub · 2 years ago
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i actually love pleasingrry so much <33333 you really treated the patreon girlies with that one
I TURNED ON WHORE MODE JUST FOR U GUYS LOLOLOL
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