#HYUUUUUUU

[cometcrystal]

HYUUUUUUU

[chelzone]

i dont post much about me DID / plural stuff but oh my boy i can tell one of em is definitely sharing the wheel rn with me, along with me mood stuffs flip flopping about right now too hyuuuuuuu

[buddysys]

hyuuuuuuu blowsmysrlf up

[rock-pikmin-posting]

HYUUUUUUU-

Whehuu!!!!!

I'm kissing EVERYONE today Okay?

[fictional-scenarios]

can I get some angsty sero x reader fic?

vacancy

pairing: sero hanta // reader

a/n: this became sort of a vent but it be like that!!!

warnings: none

He��s trying and he’s reaching with two shaking hands but, as always, you are too far away. Familiar fingers swipe at your arms, at the fabric of your shirt. He misses by inches and you carry on without a sound. You don’t even look back at him, falling to the floor just as quietly as your footsteps fading. His entire life feels like a corridor with you consistently just barely out of reach. It feels like years since he’s last caught you, held you in his arms, shushed the aches and the cries that spill from your cracked lips.

You’ve become so far away from him that he’s not even sure if what he is seeing is you anymore. A mirage, an image. A memory that he clings to for the sake of his own heart. 

Through school, through weather for better or worse, only for a short time did he have you. The ring on his finger feels like lead. A two story house can feel as cramped as a cave when the walls close in. 

Sero feels like he’s smothering every single time you leave his arm. The shell of your image cracks and bursts at the seams just a little more every time you refuse to meet his gaze. The oasis he chases may just be the part of him that refuses to let go. He isn’t even sure what would happen should he finally reach you, stand before you and drag all the emptiness from the core of your body. He wants to rebuild you from the ground up- your foundations are still there but he can see the exhaustion in your eyes. Even though he understands, frustration erodes what little remains. 

All he wants is to feel it again. To feel you again. 

Sero sits at an empty dinner table underneath a dim light stuck fast to the ceiling. You’re working late again. Your job was a difficult one and he knew that well before he’d married you. Really, the neediness of your job used to be his crutch. What better reason to explain your absence than duty?

But eventually, even that too fell apart. The distance between your bodies carried on even as you lugged yourself home. You still hug him, wrap your arms around the form of his body and maybe for a moment he can feel you try to ignore but just as fast as it arrives, it’s… gone. The warmth of your body leaves him even colder than he had been before. Your head hangs, and you can’t look at him.

There’s a million miles in between two people sharing a single couch, and the heaviness in his chest makes him wonder when he’d swallowed concrete. It weighs and it weighs and it weighs and yet when you finally look at him he fucking smiles like it’s an invitation. Like you’re going to finally heave and combust into a million pieces for him to put back together. From one end of the couch to the other, a fleeting moment passes where both minds consider. 

One craves to break. The other, to assist.

He can’t read your mind but he knows you well enough that there’s something holding your jaw shut tight. In the few times he see’s into the pools of your eyes you have to look away before you start to tear up, afraid that if you start, you will not be able to stop.

God, he wishes he could tell you that it’s alright. 

“I’m fine”, you assure him with a wavering smile.

You don’t have to be, he pleads. You almost shatter as his hands find your cheeks. He does not smile. 

The corridor spreads miles downwards despite the way he tries to see an uphill climb. He tells him that you will come around, that one day, you will find solace within the void and you’ll finally, finally let your walls come down. He doesn’t need a show- he just needs an answer. Even as you sleep beside him he needs an answer, and more often than not, he watches you in the darkness. Tries to find the evidence in the fluttering of your eyelashes, the unconscious grimaces and the tense shoulders. He’d asked you what you’d dreamt about more times than he can count, your response always the same.

Don’t worry about it.

How can he not?

Everyday the space grows further. You become the ghost he has to search for. Imagine that- living in a home so desolate. 

In his bitterness, at the very bottom of the well he’s tumbled down, he once spoke within the confines of his mind. Your text read, ‘working late again, sorry’. He dropped the fork onto his plate and felt his lower lip catch between his teeth. He blurted words before they even had time to process. 

“You may as well be nonexistent.” 

It had been so quiet. So far under his breath that not even a mouse could hear, but he’d heard himself anyways. Every single part of him stopped in utter, utter disgust of himself. 

He texts back slowly with heavy fingers. 

okay, stay safe. i love you.

Sero sit’s at an empty table yet again. Gets up, rinses his plate, and feels tears prick his eyes. 

You don’t come home until well after he’s asleep. 

[acecombatmutual]

press f to kill me instantly

[its-mewsical]

AH FUCK IT IMMA POST MY SEUSS ART IT Y’ALL MIND IF I

[riflesniper-a]

realized that the only times ive drawn green's top surgery scars is in porn so its time for a summer vibes image. they're scoping out a spot to chill out on the beach

[demonic-cultivation]

Here u go anon

[why-so-melxncholy-archived]

A little PSA, I’m going through an identity crisis of sorts and am considering changing my legal name. I want to see how my new one feels first before I go through with it though. 

I’d like to be addressed as Charley! Thank you :D 

[transgenderlestat]

i’d probably die for Sloane

[chelzone]

i had a good nap an kinda wanna draw a second thing for the day but hyuuuuuuu i need food first which means i gotta wait awhile for an order to show up,,,

i scrapped me plans for a second video recording however, not feelin it at all sowwy

[transantichrist]

i got the ok to start a GSA at my local library!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! aaA

[koishi-komeij-takes-a-vaction]

[hands satori another pair of yamame "orb" stress relief balls]

It’s still thursday. -S.Komeiji

[kindates]

your boy redid their links

[bellsong]

🎱

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