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littlefreakbuckley · 4 months ago
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wake up babe, new canon Shannon Diaz lore just dropped!!!!!!
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mothprincess · 2 years ago
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“i’ll be your headsman. i’ll join the sword dance.”
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casiesfandomblog · 11 months ago
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still my favorite
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I guess it must have been a glitch but in my mercenary tribunal Kim was standing directly behind Harry when Kortenaer took his shot. Needless to say, dodging that bullet was out of the question.
I have to admit, I was a little disappointed when I found out that this wasn’t really a scripted part of the game, haha.
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novaneondream · 3 months ago
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Anyways what kind of music do you think Eri listens to
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nonbinary-arsonists · 1 year ago
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BALD
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tawnysoup · 2 months ago
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Their POV
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seiwas · 9 months ago
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@soumies @augustinewrites
fifth time's a charm
cw: suggestive content, nudity happy valentine's day ᡣ𐭩
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This year, for the first time ever, Tooru doesn’t buy flowers for his valentine. You are the only witness to the crime.
His first girlfriend, back in junior high, got roses. She got him roses, too, with a chocolate bar he ended up giving to his sweet tooth sister. They were real, shockingly, smelt good too.
They were discounted, and it’s a basic gift, but he was twelve and had only been seeing her for three weeks.
(And they broke up two weeks later, so he has no regrets about the roses that cost his mom less than fifteen bucks.)
The second girlfriend was a little more serious.
Tooru thinks he might’ve been fourteen for that one. He liked her—she was kind, pretty, had a nice laugh. He remembers holding hands in the hallway at school and their first kiss (well, peck) was surrounded by a bunch of classmates, screaming like it mattered more to them than it did to him.
He forgets how long they lasted, but he’s sure they started dating in November and made it to Valentine’s Day. He bought her tulips, her favourite, and a stuffed bear, because it was right beside it in the store. With his own money, too. 
His second girlfriend—he really, really feels bad about not knowing her name anymore—got him chocolate. He gave it to his sister again, but he kept the card she wrote him, saying she loved him three months in like either of them knew what that meant.
And to be fair, he said he loved her, too. Just not to her face. Many, many times to Hajime, though.
Tooru and Girlfriend #2 broke up in May. He wasn’t even planning on it, either. She just moved to a different country and he wasn’t looking for a penpal, and she said she didn’t wanna cheat on him.
The third girlfriend is where his small list gets serious.
He gave romance a break after the one that got away. He just flirted with people up until his first year of high school, the big leagues, which is when he actually got too much attention.
It’s a huge deal when you’re sixteen and your girlfriend is seventeen. He was crowned royalty of his class, the chosen one. The only one that could possibly score an older girl and act like it’s no big deal, and then proceed to blow her off to watch a game taping or something. On top of the world, and yet so below the standard.
She was pretty good to him. Makki always said he was a moron and she was gonna dump his ass, and Tooru probably knew that, too. Hajime said he was wasting his time, and every time he’d deny it, he’d think about how right he was.
He and the third girlfriend—Hana, he remembers—had one Valentine’s Day together, but it was so close to two that he almost wants to count it as such for the hell of it.
He got her wildflowers because she always said she hated roses and tulips. Basic flowers mean they don’t care, or something like that. He didn’t understand it fully, but he was happy when she leapt into his arms, that was for sure. It felt pretty good when she kissed him stupid and said he was the best, but that high didn’t survive the Spring Tournament the next year. 
That’s how close he was to two Valentine’s Days—January. Fucking brutal.
She dumped him and he swore off girlfriends in senior year; probably even blamed it on something stupid like ‘bad omens.’ He graduated with D1 offers, though, so he counts it as a win.
That tallies up to three successful Valentine’s Days, so far right? Yeah, right—all with flowers. 
The fourth bouquet wasn’t a bouquet at all, it was actually orchids in a pot, left on the kitchen table of the apartment he lived in when he moved. He was twenty, her name was Riko, his first almost everything. First I love you, first time—name it, basically.
He did make it to two Valentine’s Days with Riko, which is something so impressive for him that confetti emojis were everywhere in the groupchat he kept with his friends from high school. Hearts, confetti, eggplants, whatever else.
The first one was admittedly better than the second, though. The second one, he got a really serious offer overseas, and he didn’t even ask about it. He just told her that he loved her, and that he’d be in Argentina by August.
(Safe to say that he was the only one packing for that.)
That was the last time he bought flowers on Valentine’s Day, because it was the last time he consciously celebrated with someone. He sent his friends funny clips or pictures just to tease, taunted them whenever they could keep a girlfriend to celebrate with, but he gave up himself.
(It’s just so much easier to relax—he’d have no problem getting a girlfriend if he wanted one. His issue is keeping them.)
He’s twenty-seven and solo.
Mostly solo, he should say. You come around a lot, stay the nights with him. You typically collect your clothes and leave the next morning with a wave and maybe a ‘text me if you wanna do this again Friday,’ but he hates how he’s lying when he grins and says he just might.
Tooru is so used to being the one to leave, or to sabotage himself until someone else does, that he’s forgotten that it actually sucks when you don’t wanna be left alone.
The whole point of you and him is to keep it casual, but Tooru can barely keep it cool.
He likes to consider himself experienced. It’s why he gets so fucked up when he kisses you for longer than he realizes, or how he finds himself holding back words he thinks might be too much for casual sex. 
You two are functional together, at least. He just puts the system at risk a lot.
When he wakes up today, February fourteenth, he doesn’t even know what day it is. He’s naked, in his own bed at the very least, and he can see his jeans on the floor through the light of the bathroom dripping through the door left open. Dawn peeks through the curtains.
The room is quiet, the window’s open so the birds can talk to him, and to his left, you’re still here. 
“Hey,” he says, yawning.
“Good morning,” you say back, a small smile on your face as you stretch. He can’t help but smile back, with his grin and smile lines, eyes drifting to the hem of the sheets that try and cover you up. Okay, naked too. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
Woah.
“It’s Valentine’s Day?” he replies in a hurry, leaning up on his elbow as he grabs his phone. Yes, very much so.
You raise your brows. “What? Got a wife you forgot about?”
“Very funny.”
“I know, I’ve been waiting,” you say. It’s your turn to yawn now, moving to lay your head on his chest, hand pushing him back down into the bed. “What’s the panic, then?”
He shrugs. “Nothing. Just … forgot. It's weird.”
“Hm. So where are my roses, huh?”
Tooru scoffs, glancing down at you as he rests a hand on your waist. “They’re being delivered, obviously.”
“I figured.” You cock your head. “What’s up with Valentine’s Day, huh?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never not gotten flowers for someone when I’ve had them.”
“Are you talking about me?”
“What, I can’t get friendly flowers?” he asks, raised brows and attitude waking up with him. “You’re naked in my bed, that must constitute something.”
The way you pout your lip in thought makes him wanna reach out for your hand. Is it weird to do that? Can I do that? 
(You do it first, but he holds you tighter.)
“No, this is fine.”
“Fine?”
“Better,” you quickly correct. “I’d rather just stay in bed and say it once. I prefer acts of service, anyway.”
Looking at you, laying on his bare chest, the sun creeping in over yours, he doesn’t care all that much about how he’s breaking tradition anymore. Maybe it’s not even tradition, maybe it’s just a cycle he’s breaking; a vicious one, at that.
You’re an unconventional valentine in the sense that you’re not even his, but maybe when the day’s passed and he doesn’t feel it looming over him, he might bring it up again.
“Acts of service, you say?”
You snicker, being pushed onto your back as he looms over you. He’s looking at you like Cupid hit him; bullseye.
“You wouldn’t happen to know of those, would you?”
“Just tell me what you want, already. Let me make up for the flowers.”
You take him by the back of the neck, pulling him down to kiss you like he means it. Tooru speaks in tongues the two of you best understand.
For the first time in four official Valentine’s Days, Tooru doesn’t buy his valentine flowers. But, for the first time in four official Valentine’s Days, it feels so right that it doesn’t even matter he’s doing it ‘wrong.’
(Next time, when you’re hopefully here again, he doesn’t think he’ll get flowers, either. This'll do.)
#kit. gulps. i LOVE concepts like this and the way this was written#the starting paragraph alone#GOD I LOVE IT#hq!!#tooru#so real too that he'd have his first gf at 12 jdbgha and breaking up after 2 weeks or smth#and his 2nd relationship being at 14 shdfbsh being a LIIITTLE more srious#but im crying at the first kiss.... should have been me... kidding sjhdfbjs#so real tho. it matterin to everyone more than it mattered to him#AND ITS SUCH A TOORU THING TO FORGET NAMES#CRYING AT HOW HE SAID HE LOVED HER. just not to her face. but many many many times to hajime#OH GOD that one got to me kit#and tooru GETTING AN OLDER GF OMG I LOVE THAT??? HIM BEING THE COOL ONE BC OF IT IS SO REAL BC THAT RLLY HOW IT IS IN HS#and him being so popular n attractive too tbh he would pull#On top of the world and yet so below the standard. <- SHIIIIIT#i love ur writing bc i love how . RAW it is kit like . IT FEELS LIKE IM IN TOORUS MIND YK#and that january? fucking brutal#UGH I LOVE THAT#its conversational but narrative in a way thtat hits#and omg????? first almost evertyhing??? his first i love you?? time. everyhing??#a pot in his apartment too?? omg i love that idea kit. that he isn't so generous with his love but when he ggives it he means it#IDKIDKDIKDIDKDIDK oikawa is such a complex charaacter and pinning him down is such a pain but i love this take on him#AND ITS SO HIM. TO BE SO BLINDED BY THE OPPORTUNITIES HE DOESNT THINK OF ANYONE ELSE. says he loves her then just says he has to jet#AND EXPECT HER TO DO THE SAME SJGDFHSDF but she deosnt. and he goes to argentina alone. and yea#no problem getting one but the issue is keeping them :(( and how hes the only one single in the friend grp plS#and got an fwb?? im a SUCKER. this line GOT ME: Tooru is so used to being the one to leave#or to sabotage himself until someone else does. that he’s forgotten that it actually sucks when you don’t wanna be left alone.#tooru can barely keep it cool <- YES. YES. bc. I THINK AT THE CORE OF HIM IDT HE CAN EVER DO THINGS HALF ASSED OR NONCHALANTLY#tooru has always worked hard for everything in his life and nothiing has ever just come naturally or casually :((#ugh and that intimate morning greeting i AM SOOO i am SOOO such a sucker for morning scenes and this gave me sOOOO MANY TINGLES
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toughbunnyforever · 3 months ago
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the beginning and the end
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mkunart · 10 months ago
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I love drawing in my free time 🥲
Sebastian ☕️
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gatoburr0 · 5 months ago
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I HATE how this turned out WITH A PASSION.
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tragedykery · 2 years ago
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I ❤️ self-loathing characters, characters who struggle with monstrosity (either fearing or embracing it), characters who are so lonely, who have a gaping hole in their chest, who bottle up & repress their feelings, who claw their way up & have ambitions, who fall down & lose everything, who search for identity & purpose yet can’t see themselves outside of what others want from or expect of them, who are hurt & hurt others, who long & grieve, who lie & pretend. characters who are messy & flawed & human
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futuristichedge · 2 months ago
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I've waited a long time for this
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waterghostype · 3 months ago
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ocean blue how do you do
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ggiostar · 2 months ago
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lil drawing of my pretty princess
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galaghiel · 3 months ago
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Both Jack and Maddie stared at him, speechless. Silence blanketed the lab, everything but Danny’s strangled crying, his hand pressed over the muzzle as if to hide it. No- to hold it still, to still the dozen wicked barbs that were digging into his tongue, probably ripping it with each sob.
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a little sketch of @liketolaugh-writes amazing one-shot fanfic that you can read here
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somegoodomens · 1 year ago
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C: "Standard rules of engagement, clause 1.1.2, subsection 3. Civilian non-combatants must be given sufficient time to evacuate the area of hostilities. Aziraphale can put in a formal complaint to de dark council of the dukes of Hell, if you want. But you'll have to delay your attack until they reply. That could take weeks, maybe. Erm- You lot could all be in big trouble." A: *Nods effervescently to support his lying husband*
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