#oouagh...

[upathosarts]

[rockintapper]

mor e edith,

[veryberrysproutling]

Rise and shine, everyone! Time to start the day with a fresh smile and a can-do attitude!

Another day at Gardenview, another day of talking to fellow Toons!

I hope you all slept well- I'm sure I did! (The best I could in my... current predicament.)

[dnangelic]

all's fair in love and war ! why shouldn't something like that have gone for arm wrestling , too ? there isn't the slightest hint of shame on the great phantom thief's face . rather , that perpetual , incorrigible wry pride remains ... if not glows . soft simper turns back into a mischievous snarl , and he laughs --- lets out just one tickle-pinched gust before retorting ----

' that's what every sore loser who ends up beaten by me says . '

so what if it was a trick ? sakura had still fallen for it , the same way he was sure that after a purposeful , yet still playful jab and goad like this , she'd either start to sulk and pout or immediately burst into worse violence and earth-shattering shouts . really , was the fact that he was such a clever bastard and always ended up one step ahead supposed to bother him ?

( had sakura truly hoped for fairness then she shouldn't have challenged a thief --- )

' i wouldn't be so sure . here , want to try again ? ' fool me once , shame on me , fool me twice ... he won't say what he's plotting ; won't indulge the impatient , giddy itch in his foot that made him want to tap it on the floor before it could possibly sweep itself at sakura's ankle , another trick to yet another banal victory did sakura decide to chance at yet another rigged game . his expression too has already subdued out of elation back into an illegible , albeit still confident neutrality --- one that shifts its sharp angles into curiosity ; a faint surprise .

' mm ? what was ? ' a lie ? of course , when it came to something --- someone like him , there was room for all sorts . someone telling them by the dozens could use a little reminder sometimes . ' ... what , that you would pass right through me ? come on , do i look like a ghost to you ? '

at least right now , in the borrowed flesh ... and despite every deathly , marble-esque chill , ( the temperature of winter-snows , or a corpse , ) he liked to think that his pulse , one that even sakura in front of him must have felt , no matter for how briefly , served as proof and evidence of a translucent life enough .

' i'd have no way to steal if my body just went through things all the time . ' he says it seriously , but then all of the sudden , his lyrechord voice impishly lilts . ' --- that being said , feel free to touch me whenever and wherever you like ... as long as it's gentle . '

“I only remembered because I thought it was weird, dammit, so what’s with that stupid look on your face!?”

Wasn’t she just bitchin’ about his jokes and tricks? It’s like he knows exactly how and when to piss her off when she’s thinkin’ about it—Haruka has half a mind to ask him if he can read the damn thing, but any answer he could give would just piss her off even more. It’s better to just let the whole thing fall away, to let it rest where it lies.

As his hand falls, her gaze glances down at it before it flicks back up, searching his face—the brief change leaves her a little confused. Had she misunderstood, had he really wanted her to reach out? She can’t even begin to understand why, and the moment is gone too fast, exchanged and passed down to another, and—

The freeze is what registers first. But then her eyes are widening and she’s looking down, sees where their hands are met, and she can’t help but to think, Is he naturally this cold? The last touches she’s felt, after all, whether expected in blow-for-blow or a surprise of another body, had been so, so warm. It makes no sense; why is Dark any different?

(At least the urge to break away, to break out of his grip comes all the same, but even that gets interrupted. If Dark notices her muscles tensing, the near-jerk of her whole arm, he hasn’t said so.)

She should have seen it, with the way she’s laser-focused on their joining, but she can’t even react quick-enough to try and pull back and away as he brings his arm up and over and drops hers down. Annoyance rings in full force—for the sudden grabbing, for cheating, for all the little annoying things he does—as he announces his false damn victory, and that’s when she knows the moment of her inaction is broken.

Mostly, at least.

“You—you bastard, it only happened cause ya tricked me...” Irritation coats her tongue as thick as anything, but the surely-expected severity of her reaction is toned down. Her face is hot, sure, and she is miffed about not being able to have the actual thing she asked for—a real arm wrestling match, Dark, not this (even if she can, more than likely, hardly have the real thing at all)—but it simply isn’t there. She can’t even bring herself to force it to surface, too off-kilter to do so.

(She’s glad, somewhere, that the suddenness of it all is as weighty a thing as it is; she’s glad that the fact that an arm wrestling match is, for all intents and purposes, even one as quick and shady as this, a fight; without these two things, this could have ended up going a very different way.)

As she pulls her arm back—cradling her hand close, bringing it to her chest, and trying desperately not to make it obvious how she wants to shrink in on herself—she scoffs; “You know you’d never win if it was fair.”

And then—and then realization hits, and now she can produce a bit more of her usual reaction: “Hey, wait a damn sec, so it was a lie!?”

[lxikobsd]

Oouagh I need T4T Kunikidazai for trans visibility day

[touch-starved-lurker]

dysphoria oouagh

:/

[mlarayoukai]

Oouagh

[natjennie]

au where alison can see the ghosts but also finds a weird antique camera that can for some reason capture them on film, so it becomes sort of a wwdits-style documentary instead and the ghosts all get little talking head and humphrey makes a joke about it being called that every time, and also they get to react to what people in universe seeing the documentary think of them like cap storming up like "ahem alison yes good could you please define these words for me, I fear it might be some kind of code" and he points to a twitter thread julian has open with people like "oouagh cap is such a dilf i want to get all up in his captainussy" and alison just.. sighs and the light leaves her eyes. do you see my vision

[queernarcissus]

thot abt etho stalking bdubs irl. oouagh my dick.

[angel-blitz]

*smack* OOUAGH

[gordonsicedcoffee]

Hi hello can I just say that your rb about whether Larry lied to Adam completely fuckin destroyed me. I was of the opinion that Larry wasn’t lying – he’s a doctor, a surgeon, he’s used to fixing things, why wouldn’t he be able to fix this? It’s his job. Surely he can fix this like he’s fixed so many other people. And if not, what does that mean about him and his own identity and everything he’s ever thought about himself? And then u came and slayed me with ur bigbrainedness shdgfsdfsh GOOD SHIT

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ACE!!!

first of all. ILY. I'm so glad we share this hyperfixation pit of pain & torment!! wouldn't have it any other way!!!

hgsdfgfdhgfds secondly!! I'm so happy that u dig my wild incoherent ramblings!! I fr typed that spiel up in a mad frenzy and then clicked post like: SO. I have Thoughts!!! about THIS!!! lmao.

absolutely THRILLED to know it was legible to someone outside of my wretched mindpalace!! bc LARRY!!! OH. he's everything forever to me. what a messy, vile lil bitch!!

god. literally always thinking about that freak (<-sighing dreamily)

AND UR RIGHT THO. he DOES think he can fix it!! in such an abstract, strange way. bc he's so detached from the fixing of things in his life—distant at work, distant at home. he'd much rather study the issue and conceptualize a hypothetical solution than do anything about it.

and it's always been like that!! kramer's just another patient in a hospital bed—a list of symptoms and diagnoses. a data point on a chart, soon to be labeled "john doe" in a research paper. nothing but another set of notes to be sent off to the cruel whims of an insurance company.

but lawrence has done all he could. logically. it's out of his hands now. it isn't personal. he's being rational. shrewd. those are simply the facts of the situation. just like how it's a fact that he can't stay. and he never will.

oouagh. OOF.

[the-scungles-of-crungles]

Oouagh

[treehollowowl]

I have only one episode of curse of strahdanya left... oouagh

[bbeeohazardd]

OOUAGH, i hate napping, you're telling me there are people out in the world who like this shit???

[femkuna]

hhhng,, thinking of fem satoru.. fem satoru my beloved oouagh prettiest girl.. imagine feeling her press her breast against you,, i'd melt.. don't get me started on tall fem satoru >< maybe you only reach her breast heh.. burying ur face in them (im goijg insane) i don't mind even if it's just a nice soft squish hh even seeing them would drive me crazy

[xanfeursel]

oouagh.. i just need to line his act 3 armor sets now...