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if i had a nickel for every time a beloved childhood friend you grew up with "died" and became a villain with a metal arm i'd have two nickels. which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice

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△ THEY ARE THE OPTIMAL WEAPON FOR DESTROYING ONE ANOTHER. * THIS EXPERIMENT IS NEVER TO BE RESTARTED

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I’M SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS

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LADS developers survived the hardest computer college, only to end up coding CALEB.

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Credits artist 奥兹amosi/ Weibo

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Mr. Darcy is my little meow meow

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fanfiction isn’t enough, I need to chew on him

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something about caleb spoiling you. it’s a habit he’s built since you both were young, and it’s certainly shaped your mannerisms and attitudes as you grew older. like a dove inside a gilded cage.

he’s indulgent with you. you snap and snarl; throw water cups and utensils; shove and push. and despite it all, he only ever accepts it. catches your wrist if your punches grow too violent, but not out of desire to stifle you — only to correct the way you fold your thumb into your fist.

you’ve grown to be quite spoiled at his hands. your first instinct is to look for your gege at any point, knowing he’ll give you answers where you have doubts, knowing he’ll console you when you’re upset, knowing he’ll soothe the ills of any displeasing situation.

when caleb’s own actions shift, take on darker intentions, your mind struggles to keep pace. his hold on gravity weighs your leg down as his hands cup your ankle, slide up your calf, slip under your thigh. his grip on your wrist tightens as his voice, once boyish now leering, croons promises of a garden — one structured like an inescapable maze.

you can’t reconcile this frightening visage with the memory of your indulgent gege. his hands are too rough; his words too cruel.

you struggle. you’re spoiled; and he’s spoiling you still.

he always will. he’s always been so fond of you, hasn’t he? even when his actions were misguided, leading to your tears in a locked attic, his intentions were always honed in on you.

“you. it’s always you,” he coos, brushing raindrops off your cheeks as he gazes down at you with the fondness born of a lifetime together.

the storm outside fills the room with shadows. the occasional flash of lightning eclipses him. his violet eyes look black, pupils swallowed by the night as he absorbs you so intently. your face, your body, your being. you.

your gege has always spoiled you. it’s made it quite difficult, you realize in hindsight, to find the will to fight him when that title loses its lustre.

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- Ordinary Traces -

'I've been coming here longer than you.'

'Was there a reason you started coming here?'

'It's interesting.'

'I knew you were quite curious about my world.'

'Your world? It's a world with you in it.'

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'Everyone here showed up in pairs. Is there anything to boast about when I see happiness that doesn't belong to me? I decided last year that I wouldn't show up this year.'

'But you're here now. It's because this year is different from before, right? Because this year, I'm here with you.'

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I’m still not over this so u guys have to suffer with me😭

//ok im running back to comms now

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Imagine hanging out with Kenma, and while he's playing games, you start reading the book you brought over

And while he's immersed into a new boss fight, you're wrapped up into one of the more favorable chapters thus far

Both of you are focused, cheeks puffing out, eyes never straying

Not until Kenma finally wins and looks behind him to see you reading, slightly disappointed you weren't watching him obliterate the enemy

But he soon realizes you aren't even of this world right now as you flip another page eagerly

He loved when you two hung out and did your separate things, but he also secretly loved when he was your entire focus

Beyond popular belief, he loved when you'd watch him play games for hours on end, even if there was some backseat game play coming from you

But your eyes hadn't left your book, and a small part of him was growing jealous that whatever you were reading was much more interesting to you than the game he was playing

He was crawling on the bed in the next second, your mind noticing he was moving but you didn't stop reading

Eyes squinting, you soon felt him crawling under your arms to wrap himself around you like you had done to him dozens of times in his gaming chair

"This isn't fair," he pouted, your book falling from your grasp as he busied himself to get more comfortable

"What's not fair?" You asked simply, kind of upset you'd have to find your spot within the pages again

"You're not paying any attention to me"

You sighed, hand going up into his hair as you leaned back to give your boyfriend more room to lay on you. It was decided then that he'd take a break from games for the night as long as you wouldn't touch the book again

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Smiley Noah

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OH COME ON.

📸 chelsa.christensen on ig

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Cloud Hoodie ☁️⭐🐈and Moss Hoodie🍀🌿🐸