happy valentine's month to these bitchless dweebs who are still down bad for their ex
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CAN YALL TELL ME like... what drew YOU to marcus/giannis? my Awesome salesman skills aside ... LIKE OK IM BEIN FR NOW LIKE!! im curious ! fr! was it the size difference? theyre both green?? gremlin rage vs giant dog Who thinks he's a tiny puppy? like what was the CALLING?? THE SCISSORING ⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️
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“ are you going to kill me? ”
@pontevoix || prompt [X]
whenever geto sama spoke of his precious friend, he would do so with gentle reverence imbued with melancholy; his natural eloquence was weighed down by an unspoken burden of the heart; at a certain age, the hasaba sisters stopped probing for details ― mimiko, more so out of respect for geto sama's privacy; nanako, more so because her vibrant imagination would fill in the blank pages with whatever words she thought were pretty...
...on december 24th, nanako claws into the calligraphy, staining her nails with the ink; on december 24th, nanako desecrates his portrait ( a picture is worth a thousand words, after all ); on december 24th, nanako learns what HATRED is.
it should have been him.
geto sama is gone, && the lanky, blue-eyed bastard who took him away from her is right there, goading her ― his stupid head would look better on the ground, or mounted on something sharp she thinks. an unsteady hand wields a seemingly innocent device ( SAY CHEESE ); her intentions are about as subtle as the rage in her heart. she wants to KILL him. she wants to KILL him. SHE WANTS TO KILL HIM.
in another life, nanako might have succumbed to the HATRED && allowed it to consume her; in this life, she decides to simply be. ❛ satoru gojo is geto sama's one && only best friend, after all. ❜
❝—no. he wouldn't want me to.❞ she answers, plainly.
however, her rejection of HATRED isn't equal to the total rejection of anger; her rejection of HATRED doesn't stop her from angling her body to the side && delivering the most powerful kick she could muster to the most vulnerable part of the other's leg she could reach ― if what geto sama had told her was true ( which it had to be ) the bastard probably couldn't even feel it. it wasn't fair.
but what's done is done.
she will never forgive && she will never forget.
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Marius, cracking his gay little knuckles: Good morning my sun and moon, my loveliest inspector, my baby my sweetheart my darling dearest.
Lyfrassir: Hello Marius.
''his gay little knuckles'' im dyinf help
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