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xxlady-lunaxx · 8 months ago
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Fireflies (pt.1+2) | {ObaGiyuu}
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Theme: Floof
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Giyuu and Obanai had been put on a mission together that night. It was dark as they walked, but warm. The summer air was almost suffocating in its heat, persperation dripping slowly down their faces.
They ignored this, however, quietly walking through the forest as they searched for any sign of the demon(s) they were sent to kill.
They came to a stop, eventually, both freezing when they heard a sound somewhere far off. Their eyes met and they nodded, listening closely for the demon. Then, upon having some vague sense on where it was, they ran towards the sound. 
The ground was grassy and their footsteps were muted by it as they weaved through the trees, spotting the demon instantly. Obanai propelled himself up, jumping off a tree and unsheathing his katana as he did.
Giyuu stayed on the ground, his katana held up and ready as he charged forward, slashing at the demon.
The demon, not having expected them, nearly got it's head cut off by Giyuu's katana, but moved back at the last second.
Obanai moved behind the demon, landing on its back.
The demon flipped him off, making Obanai have to steady himself. The demon, distracted, didn't notice Giyuu as he quickly slashed off its head, watching it topple down immediately.
"Is that all?" Obanai asked quietly, as they watched the demon disintigrate. 
"I doubt it. They would not send two Hashira, were it so," Giyuu murmured. He glanced down at the head, noting the number on one of the demons eyes. "A lowermoon."
Obanai nodded. 
They turned and continued to walk through the forest, fully on guard. For several minutes, they walked in silence, before, almost at once, both sensed a demon nearby—from opposite directions.
"You go that way, I'll go the other," Obanai said, immediately running off in the direction he'd sensed.
Giyuu sped off to the opposite direction, finding a small group of demons bickering about something. Quickly, before they noticed him, he decapitated most of the demons, killing the remaining right after.
Then he sheathed his katana, walking back to where he figured Obanai was, still looking around for any other demons.
He noticed Obanai up ahead and sped up slightly.
Obanai stood in the middle of a clearing, the demons he'd sensed mostly disintigrated now. Small fireflies were flying around him, making him look almost ethereal. He turned, noticing Giyuu, and gave him a nod. 
"You found them?" Obanai asked, stepping forward. He didn't seem to be paying the fireflies much attention as the flit around him, a small glow lighting them all up.
Giyuu nodded breathlessly, unsure why he was so drawn to Obanai suddenly. "Yes."
"We should stay here a bit, I don't know if that's all of them. The sun will rise in about..." Obanai paused. "I forgot."
"Two hours," Giyuu replied quickly, moving towards Obanai. 
"Right. Two hours." 
They stood side by side, the fireflies moving as if to make room for Giyuu in the clearing, although they hovered around the Hashira.
It was silent, with the faint sound of cicadas somewhere in the distance.
Giyuu moved slightly, facing Obanai. 
Obanai looked up, meeting his eyes. "Hm?"
"Nothing." 
Obanai gave him a perplexed look, his hair framing his face in the light. Kaburamaru, who sat on Obanai's shoulders, seemed to notice something Obanai hadn't and appeared to be smiling to himself.
"Alright," Obanai murmured.
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« Word count: 550 » (pt.1)
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(pt.2):
The light had begun to filter through the dense forest when Obanai and Giyuu proposed to go back, their mission finishing as the sun rose.
They walked quietly, their presences soothing each other. 
Giyuu was lost in thought, his mind drawing out Obanai's figure standing admist the fireflies, looking like some goddamn angel. His heart beat abnormally fast at the thought and he wondered what the hell was wrong with him. Obanai hadn't been particularily kind to him before, never had given him a second glance.
And yet.
And yet, Giyuu was in love. Had fallen into some feverish dream of admiration, his eyes wandering over to the Serpent Hashira.
Obanai didn't seem to notice, at first, keeping to himself. He held a hand up to Kaburamaru, stroking the snake's head affectionately. But then he turned slightly, and caught Giyuu's eye. 
"Why do you keep staring at me?" Obanai asked, cocking his head. He didn't sound mad, not yet, at least. He sounded curious, only.
"I... Apologies," Giyuu murmured, turning his flushed face away.
Obanai stopped and Giyuu mimicked him, unsure what was going to happen.
"Do you need anything?" the shorter of the two asked, crossing arms. Although his tone stayed placid, his eyes had a interested light to them.
"No," Giyuu replied quietly. That was a lie. Yes, yes he needed something. He needed someone. 
"Mhm. You might as well be the worst liar in history," Obanai said pointedly, rolling his eyes.
"...Sorry."
 "Is something wrong?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Just tell me, Tomioka."
"No... Why do you keep asking?" Giyuu said, changing the subject.
"You're the one who was staring at me. I have the right to know why!" Obanai said, which was a fair point, unfortunately. 
"...Okay," Giyuu mumbled. "But you won't like it."
"Obviously. I won't tell anyone what you say, if that makes you feel better," he offered. 
"Right." Giyuu hesitated. "I think I like you."
A pause.
"What?"
"I like you," Giyuu repeated.
"No, I heard that, don't... don't say it again," Obanai mumbled, flushed. He brought his hand up to his face, his sleeve obscuring his expression.
"Oh." 
There was another moment of silence as Giyuu waited for a reaction. 
"Are you mad?" he asked finally, unsure what to make of his unanswered confession.
"I'm not," Obanai said, albeit he turned away. "No. I'm not mad."
"Then... what?"
"You're talking a lot today," he said quietly, trying to steer away from having to answer. 
"I am?" 
"Yes."
"If you're not mad, then what are you?" Giyuu asked, going back to the previous subject.
"I'll... respond... later," Obanai murmured, starting to walk again, picking up his pace.
Giyuu, deciding this was fair, followed him quickly. 
The air was beginning to warm as the sun slowly made its ascent into the sky and the two Hashira found the path out of the forest, making their way back.
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« Word count: 500 »
it's short and it's silly and I'll probably have to write a part 3 but whatever 
love you all<3
« Word count (for pt.1+pt.2): 1050»
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anyataylorjoys · 6 months ago
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Eric Foreman in S2E21: Euphoria Part 1
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nonbinoclard · 1 month ago
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a conversation on the coast (original fanfic + inspiration)
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sylenth-l · 2 months ago
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Baby birb's first days on the Peak + wolves
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Bonus: how it looks in the sketchbook and w/o text:
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(normally I print the text bubbles, cut them out and stick them on top of the page btw :D)
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tomcriuse · 5 months ago
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Thomas Gibson as Aaron Hotchner Criminal Minds 2.01 'The Fisher King: Part 2'
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sokkas-therapist · 4 months ago
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NOBODY BOTHER ME the writers of the Boiling Rock episodes said that Sokka and Zuko fight like an old married couple
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five-of-cr · 1 year ago
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v-3-rdure · 6 months ago
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rip denji u would’ve loved more mth songs
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in-memoriam-tgwk · 5 months ago
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the fur colors without shading! i honestly dont know where the brown color keeps coming from theyre both grey-ass cats
also shout out to @impossiblepeachpizzacash-blog for this banger of a reply on the last moon i about lost my mind reading it
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yohankang · 1 year ago
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How to Make Your Subordinate Fall for You: A Guide By Kang Yo Han (Ga On's ver.)
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rocals · 2 years ago
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strong contender for funniest tags I've seen in a while
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cece693 · 1 month ago
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Brooding Edward (Edward Cullen x M! Vampire Reader)
I got a comment some time ago asking for more Edward Cullen fics, so I came to deliver :) Hope you guys enjoy it.
Summary: You don't know when your dislike of Edward turned into adoration, but you did know that you didn't like how close he was getting with the human, Isabella Swan.
tags: scheming Edward, jealous reader, hater to lover, making out, Bella used as a pawn in Edward's plan, mentions of Bella x Edward
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Forks was a dreary town, always dripping with rain and cloaked in mist, a far cry from the places I’d roamed over the centuries. I’d arrived here on a whim, seeking nothing more than a quiet place to blend in, disappear among the mundane, and watch as the world turned on without me. But I wasn’t completely alone here. There were others of my kind, tucked away in the dense forests.
The first time I laid eyes on Edward Cullen, I knew immediately what he was—beautiful, yes, but also cold and distant, a façade of perfection wrapped around a soul that seemed perpetually weighed down. We didn’t speak much at first, just acknowledged each other as predators passing in the same territory.
But the more I saw him, the more I realized how irritatingly complex he was.
He wasn’t like the others—his siblings, his parents—who seemed content with the life they had carved out here, blending in with humans, attending school like everything was perfectly normal. Edward. had this air of constant torment, like he was wrestling with demons none of us could see. It grated on me. The self-imposed suffering. The way he would sit in class, staring out the window like the weight of existence itself was crushing him.
I couldn’t stand it.
“Edward’s always been like that.” Alice once told me when I asked why her brother seemed more brooding than the rest of them. She smiled, almost fondly, as if his moodiness was something endearing, but I couldn’t wrap my head around it.
“You mean miserable?”
“He’s complicated.” she explained, and for some reason, that word irritated me even more.
Complicated. Right.
The more I was around him, the more I was drawn to observe his every movement, his every interaction. And it only made my disdain grow. Edward had this way of pulling people in without even trying—his impossibly good looks, the air of mystery that seemed to cling to him like fog, his quiet intelligence. Everyone wanted to know him, to understand him. But he kept everyone at arm’s length.
He was a contradiction—mysterious yet aloof, compassionate yet disconnected. And I couldn’t stop watching him.
It became a sick habit of mine, this strange fascination, though I told myself it was just that. I would catch glimpses of him in the halls at school, his expression always distant, as if he were somewhere else entirely. He rarely laughed or even smiled—everything seemed so goddamn serious to him. His siblings would joke around, ease into their lives here, but Edward? He remained on the outskirts, as though he couldn’t let himself relax, couldn’t let go of whatever it was that tormented him.
There was something maddening about it.
It wasn’t until Isabella Swan came into the picture that everything shifted.
She was new, fragile, and completely unaware of the supernatural undercurrent running through Forks. But Edward saw her. And it wasn’t just passing interest. I noticed it from the beginning—the way his gaze would linger on her in class, how his jaw would tense when she got too close to any of the other students, or how he disappeared for days after their first encounter, struggling to keep himself in check.
I remember the first time I heard them talking, watching from a distance, seated in the cafeteria among the other Cullens. Edward’s voice was soft but strained, his gaze locked on hers like she was the most precious thing in the world. The intensity in his eyes, the way his entire being seemed to revolve around this human—it was unsettling.
"She’s different." he told me once when I couldn’t stop myself from asking why he was so fascinated with her.
"Different?" I echoed, unable to keep the disbelief out of my voice. "She’s human, Edward. She’ll die in a blink of an eye. What happens then?" He said nothing, just stared off into the distance, as if the very idea caused him more pain than I could understand.
It was then that the slow burn of jealousy began to fester inside me, though I couldn’t name it at first. The fact that Edward, who seemed indifferent to everything, had suddenly fixated on this girl—this fragile, breakable human—made something inside me twist. I was used to seeing him as distant, untouchable, yet here he was letting his guard down for someone like her.
I wanted Edward’s gaze on me. His intensity. His focus. The realization hit me harder than I expected, and it wasn’t long before that jealousy bubbled over into anger.
One night, the tension reached a boiling point. Edward had just returned from dropping Bella off, his face drawn, like always, but with something else in his eyes that I couldn’t ignore. Satisfaction. The kind of satisfaction that came from spending time with her. The kind of satisfaction I wanted him to feel when he was with me.
“Isabella this, Isabella that.” I sneered, my voice cutting through the stillness of the forest. Edward stopped in his tracks, his expression hardening as he turned to face me.
“What’s your problem?” His tone was cold, guarded.
I stepped forward, closing the distance between us, my chest tight with the jealousy and frustration I’d been holding in for too long. “My problem is that you’re throwing everything away for her. And for what? She’s nothing special, Edward.”
His jaw clenched, his golden eyes flashing dangerously. “You don’t know her. You don’t understand.”
“Understand?” I laughed bitterly. “What’s there to understand? She’s human. You’re a vampire. End of story.”
“It’s not that simple,” Edward hissed, stepping closer, his presence looming. “It’s never been that simple.”
I stared him down, anger boiling over into something sharper. “You think I don’t see what’s happening here? You’re losing yourself in her. You’re forgetting who you are, what you are. She’s going to be your downfall.”
He glared at me, and I could see the storm brewing behind his eyes. His hand shot out, grabbing the front of my shirt, pulling me roughly against him. “You’re wrong.”
Before I could snap back, Edward’s lips collided with mine like a strike of lightning, fierce and demanding, with none of the hesitation I’d come to expect from him. The initial shock froze me for only a second, but then the fire that had been building inside me for so long erupted, and I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, yanking him closer, forcing the kiss deeper.
His body pressed hard against mine, the coldness of his skin a sharp contrast to the heat pulsing through me. This wasn’t like anything I’d imagined—there was no softness, no careful exploration—just raw, primal need. His lips left mine briefly, trailing down the line of my jaw, his breath cool against my skin as he whispered, “You think I’m hers?” His voice was low and dangerous. “I was never hers.”
I gripped his shoulders, shoving him back slightly, forcing his eyes to meet mine. “What the hell are you talking about?”
He smirked, that infuriating, knowing smirk that sent another wave of frustration and heat crashing through me. His eyes darkened, the gold-flecked with something more primal, more dangerous. “My relationship with Bella means nothing to me.”
I tried to shove him away again, but he held firm, his grip on me unyielding, his body pressing me back against the rough bark of the tree. “Bullshit,” I growled, but the anger in my voice was already fading, replaced by something I didn’t want to admit. “You’ve been obsessed with her—”
“Lies.” he interrupted, his lips hovering over mine, so close I could kiss him again if I leaned forward. “I needed her to push you, to make you feel what you’ve been ignoring for months.”
My mind reeled. “You’re saying this was all some kind of game?”
His smirk widened, but it wasn’t cruel—it was victorious. “Not a game. A plan.” His fingers trailed lightly over my collarbone, sending sparks through me, and I hated how easily he could get under my skin, how quickly he could break down the walls I’d built. “I’ve been waiting for you to realize it, to stop fighting me.”
“Fighting you? You never said a damn thing.”
“I didn’t need to. I knew you’d come to me eventually.”
The kiss that followed was harder, more desperate, and I couldn’t stop myself from pulling him closer, the fire that had been smoldering between us now raging out of control. His hands roamed over my body, each touch stoking the flames higher. I couldn’t think, his presence overwhelming every sense, every thought.
“I'm yours,” he growled against my lips, his voice rough and possessive. His hands slid under my shirt, cold fingers tracing over my skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “Not hers.”
The words hit me like a punch, and I grabbed his face, pulling him back just enough to meet his gaze. “Say it again.”
His eyes bored into mine, that same victorious glint dancing in their depths. “I’m not hers. I’m yours.”
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sen-ya · 8 months ago
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this was actually the first time I drew Bepo penguin and shachi and I knew it was all over
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gabugabs · 8 months ago
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how to get roped into thirdwheeling a troubled celebrity marriage, pt. 2 /// @infamous-if
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threecheers-forsweetrevenge · 4 months ago
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apollolynx98 · 4 months ago
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Me when Andrew John Hozier-Byrne.
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