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[heavenbarnes]

(tw allusions to murder and violence)

your older bf!simon who’s more accurately described as a gun dog.

trained to the sound of a gunshot- where you tell him to go, he’ll follow.

loyal like a hound, too. whatever heinous little mess you find yourself in, he’s there to clean it up.

lick the blood right off your hands.

“i didn’t mean to, he was being so awful- i just pushed him- i didn’t know his head would hit the curb!”

the tears in your eyes were doing less to convince him and more to make him harder between his thighs.

big thumbs, rough pads and blunt nails, pressed to your cheeks to wipe away the tears that were trailing off them.

“don’ worry, sweet’art- i’ll ‘andle it”

tells you to go inside and make a tea, let the kettle whistle long as you want. turn the telly up full tilt and put your feet up.

if you hear anything, don’t come looking.

so you do as you’re told, you curl into his side of the couch and you tune out the sound of the garage door opening, the distant sounds of dragging.

you don’t even flinch when you hear the first swing of an axe.

you forget, you’re free of thought when he takes you to bed and turns your brain to mush. lets it leak out your ears like-

anyways.

gun dog, retriever- picking up kill and dropping it at his master’s feet.

just once. he doesn’t like seeing you get dirtied by what he feels more aptly fits him.

after that, attack dog. hound waiting to be released, will bare his teeth if you so much as whistle.

“you should’ve seen the way he looked at me, simon”

his teeth could’ve shattered with the force in his jaw behind his bite.

“looked at me like he wanted me, thought that he owned me”

a visible shudder ran through him, visions behind his eyes of you with anyone else.

“told him i had you but- well, he said you didn’t matter”

so you stay inside and you forget, don’t even flinch when you hear simon get his keys and lace up his boots.

“i’ll be ‘ome soon”

you forget, isn’t till he’s kissing your forehead and laying you back on the couch that you even remember he was out.

long fingers wrapping around your ankle to sling over his shoulder. you don’t pay attention the the dried blood under his finger nails.

disregard the scratches down the length of his chest. replace them with your own.

“anyone ever gives y’grief, jus’ tell me and i’ll ‘andle it”

there’s a symphony of “yes, yes, yes” slipping off your tongue and you could blame it on clever fingers of his but-

you like being the hand that holds the leash.

fighting dog, ring dog- lay money on him and he’ll make you rich.

lay a finger on what’s his and he’ll make you pay.

“sweaty hands, tried to grab me when i walked past”

ignore the blood in the tread of his boots.

“called you weak, said a real man would’ve been out with me”

ignore the bite marks on the shell of his ear.

“called me a filthy slut- kind of the same way you do”

ignore the new wood chipper behind the house.

simon’s a big dog with loyalty in spades, born to serve one master.

you never ask so he never tells. play ignorant, blissful and unaware about what grows from the seeds you plant.

seeds scattered to the wind that happen to catch within him, seeds that take and grow gnarled and angry and looking for an excuse.

any excuse to show what he’s made of.

you know he’s always been a mean dog, you know he’s always had bite.

but you, of course, never worried your pretty little head.

not even when an ugly one turns up on the doorstep.

bad dog.

plays with his food.

[quijotine]

friends i am deep in the dandadan brainrot and it just occurred to me (i have not read the manga yet so idk but ok):

so. Okarun doesn't actually know why Momo calls him Okarun, right?

And I was thinking about this whole thing about the names. How the names they choose to call each other is the reflection of how much they accept the love they have for each other, which is all nice and cute but.

What if Okarun thinks the reason Momo doesn't call him Ken/Ken Takakura is that she thinks it's SO INCREDIBLY EMBARASSING that he is named after an old famous actor?

and it would be so true to form that they hold onto this misconception and that they get confused by it once they get to talk about the love confession (yes THAT love confession)

like imagine Momo grills him for never calling her by her name and Okarun argues back like "well you're no one to talk! MISS AYASE. you're so embarrassed of my name being the same as some dumb actor that you had to give me a nickname!"

"come again??? :D ..."

"You're embarrassed that my name is like that one actor Ken Takakura! >:( why else would you never want me to say my name! >:'((("

and then momo is stuck with the mortifying ordeal of explaining that she has this HUGE crush on beloved 20th century actor ken takakura like "nonono you got it all wrong okar—sorry hnnggg k e n. i. had a crush. on ken takakura :l "

"????? I'm Ken Takakura."

"i know :l so is Ken Takakura."

"so. you. you have a crush. on Ken Takakura. the actor. You couldn’t say my name because you had the hots for Ken Takakura."

"I do. I do have the hots for Ken Takakura."

"the actor."

"no. The real one."

"so the actor? "

"no :l Ken Takakura. the other one"

"ah. I see, the other one."

WAIT. DBDHWSHDBDBDB I'M THE OTHER ONE?!?!!?!?!?!!!@@!!!!!!!

and once okarun's brain restarts and momo asks him why he'd never call her by her name either, he just goes like "i have a crush on momo ayase. 💀 i am an awkward fellow after all 💀"

[raevenswritingdesk]

Now that the episodes aired

Anyone else still want to know what this means?

Why the mismatched hearts? Hmm

[thankstothe]

season 1 pretties

[yourfatherjustinmcelroy]

They killed and ate the artefacts When things had gone awry. They killed and ate the artefacts, And gnawed at their supply.

They held each other hand in hand, Sought refuge in the storm. They oft prolonged the final stand To keep on feeling warm.

They killed and ate the instruments From which their magic poured. They killed and ate the instruments- No more music to be scored.

And when it started drying up, And stomachs soon would ache, When all they had to cherish left Was all they could forsake,

They killed and ate the artefacts, The instruments and radicals And when their living use was done, They killed and ate the animals.

[ivorysodapop]

Lefties

[cobaltfluff]

happy crossover christmas to me !!! left: crossover / right: AU :3c

[bakudekublogblog]

izuku didn’t just have to see katsuki’s dead body, he also had to see the fucking all might card right next to him. physical proof that katsuki always had a tender spot in his heart for izuku and their childhood together. evidence that katsuki fucking LOVED HIM THIS WHOLE TIME and now it’s TOO LATE. it’s actually so devastatingly romantic and fucking tragic. izuku really only finds out katsuki loved him all along when he thinks he’s lost him forever.

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

i love rio's look from the 18th century, it's so much gentler, and i like the contrast between that green and the black she has now bc i expect as death she just reflects how people view her, right? and agatha's view on death is fucking furious, she hates death, so death hates her. she pursues agatha bc agatha runs. agatha does this to herself

[soli-nepenthe]

The breathy and desperate way as he says "kitten" + kisses raining on MC make this card equal to (or more) his Midnight Warmth story 😍😶

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Through MACs, I found a way to honor my lost child, to speak the unspeakable, and to find strength in my own story. This journey is ongoing, but with each card, I take a step forward towards peace and acceptance.

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[epitomees]

[captain-jimmy]

Ihate itwhen curly smiles. I hate it wgen he speaks. I hate itxwhen he laughsm I hate it when he looks at me. I hatebthe way he says my name. Heslike if Baker-Miller pink was aperson. It pissesme offwhen hexalms me down

[astracora]

A fate worse than death.

Experimented on by EVER.

A life without MC.

An eternal life with no end.

Sylus: death is easy, death is understandable, death is natural. When my life ends it'll be at your hands.

Whatever EVER would do to him would be a perversion of nature, far worse than the curse that ties his life to MC's blade.

People who have far less morals than the leader of Onychinus. Who willingly hurt and experiment on children, who are responsible for the murders of many of the last remaining Lemurians, who use wanderers like tools for testing.

Also, considering how often he talks about weaknesses, and needing to hide them. How he teases mc for being his... I wonder if a little shred of doubt lurks in his brain, that maybe just maybe EVER could make him the curse for his beloved that he fought against fate to not be.

[spirited-splashes]

Decided that this drawing deserves its own post.