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girlpetrarca · 2 years

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first time binding with tape, wish me luck

#I followed all the instructions #I just hope I won't get a skin irritation #but damn. I can breathe!#it's getting too hot to wear a binder so i decided to try tape and #yeah i can feel the difference #still.. the chest is not as flat as it is with a binder on but eh it's the first time im using it im sure ill get better with time #personal #tw binding #tw chest dysphoria

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scintillatingshortgirl19 · 6 months

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house's little laugh as wilson openly flirts with him through an MRI microphone is Doing Things to me

#they're just. they're #idk they're sure something #house md #hilson #damn it wait i just realized why this moment is getting to me so much #there is just something so *genuine* about it #like it's the tiniest little chuckle but #no one can see house right now #wilson can't see his reaction #he can't even hear house laugh because it's soundless except for the little breath house takes before returning the banter #house is in a ton of pain from his leg and he's self destructive and generally miserable #but just for a second wilson made him happy #and as tiny a moment as it is #there's something so precious about it because it's a rare moment of complete sincerity from house #and we know it's sincere because literally nobody can see him #so yeah as i said. it is Doing Things to me #house s02e13 #house season 2 #videos - house #op

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mymitochondriaforpresident · 2 months

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The racism my beloved Simon had to face….my baby. 🥺💔

Although painful to watch, it felt incredibly validating. It was so annoying watching some people say this show was “only about class” while dismissing the BS that Simon had to go through. The abuse was ten fold because he’s POC and S3 finally exposed that.

That being said, and on a more positive note, it was so incredibly sexy when Simon sang happy birthday to Wille in Spanish (he feels safe with him!) and when Wille admitted to fantasizing about stroking those beautiful curlssss (and then actually did it). 🥹❤️‍🩹

Wilmon forever. 🤎🤍

#simon the bravest of braves and the sweetest of sweets i love him sooooooo much #and apparently inspo was from irl hate comments omar has received? 🔪#oh HELL no. 🐓🤎#omar brought face heart soul and curls to this season and to this damn show and i love him and simon so much #like it wouldn’t have been that bad if he was fully white and didn’t look the way he did and i stand by that #those online hate comments were disgusting #imported? latin lover? (they were a breath away from flat out calling him a wh*re and i was ready to throw some fucking hands)#even more hurtful because simon was very obviously a virgin when he met wille and didn’t even sleep with that douchebag #who shall not be named on my blog #y’all can try to pry this interracial ship out of my cold dead hands (you won’t)#but we heal and that’s beautiful ❤️‍🩹#they mean soooo much to me 😭😭😭#and like i said before #no it wouldn’t have been good if simon wasn’t poc I SAID WHAT I SAID WHAT I SAID #young royals #wilmon #simon eriksson #simon my beloved 💜#i love them sooooooooooooooo much.#🤎🤍

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blueskittlesart · 7 months

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what do you think his thoughts were at that moment?

this is an insane question and i am going rabid trying to answer it. for context this is about my. link dead on the fucking floor compilation. i. e. "what do you think went through link's mind as he all but DIED in precalamity botw."

i've thought about this before because. well obviously i have. look at how many times i've drawn it. i think context matters more than anything when examining that moment, because it's essentially the culmination of link's entire life up to that point in the worst way possible. you have a kid who has been raised to either win or die. those are his only two options. he's known this for basically as long as he can remember. either he defeats the calamity like he's supposed to and lives the rest of his life as an untouchable gold standard of soldier, as proof that all that pressure and pain he suffered worked, or he dies and dooms everyone he has ever loved to suffer horribly for the rest of their likely very short lives. And i do think he thought about this extensively, because how could you NOT, and i think that he probably believed that death was the most likely outcome. He was raised by a soldier, around soldiers, to be a soldier. soldiers are practical. soldiers strategize for the most likely scenario. they're not pessimistic, but they know how to look at a situation objectively and make a judgement call. Looking at link's situation objectively, it would have been obvious that he couldn't win. he was one kid, a 16-year-old boy, with maybe some above-average swordsmanship skills, but too many variables were missing. he couldn't hear the sword's voice. zelda's power wouldn't manifest. Hylia, who should have been there guiding them through this prophecy that SHE had supposedly inflicted on them, was completely silent. the divine beasts may have given him some hope, initially, but it was clear below the optimistic facade that hyrule was toying with very dangerous forces they didn't truly understand. I think he very likely went into that confrontation with the calamity anticipating death.

what's most interesting to me about the scene of link's death isn't that he fell, but WHERE he fell. because he didn't die in the sanctum, at the scene of the calamity's birth, as one might have expected. he died in an empty field along the road to a fortress that might have been able to protect him. Link, the bearer of the triforce of courage, the boy raised to die a martyr at the hands of the calamity, who had all but accepted his fate before the monster even showed its face, chose to run for safety, what some might call the coward's approach, instead of dying where he stood at ganon's hand. and it seems almost out of character at first, when you think about the person he was when he first met zelda, the person who would do anything in his power to show no weakness, to take the pain and the stress without flinching or faltering. the boy who so completely embodied that idea of "courage." but i think that zelda was the piece that changed him. If it had just been him at that final confrontation, maybe he wouldn't have run. maybe he would have been content to take his final stand and accept the death he'd been promised. but zelda insisted on being there, too. "there must be something i can do to help." and while link was a soldier, more than willing to engage in self-sacrifice, he was also a knight, sworn to protect this girl, and so he couldn't in good conscience sacrifice HER, too. so he ran. he tried to live, at a moment when he should have expected to die. and i think that was infinitely more courageous of him. to go against everything you have ever known and expected is infinitely scarier than accepting the outcome you've always anticipated. Running for his life (and for zelda's) was running into the unknown. escaping death in that way was defying everything he'd built himself up to be, everything everyone expected of him. Who is link if not the hero who faced the calamity with courage? what would he have to be if he could not be what was expected of him? in that moment, he made the choice to step into the unprophesized timeline, into a world where his actions were no longer defined by some great all-seeing power. and that was the most courageous move he could have made in that moment. he must have been terrified.

so what was going through his mind as he made his last stand? Honestly, i think the only thing on his mind was zelda. I don't think he cared about himself, his physical condition, any of it. I think he made the choice to run because of zelda and so he made the choice to take his final stand where he did because of her, too. just before zelda's power manifests, we see him try to continue fighting even inches from death, so gravely injured that he's unsteady on his feet, using his sword to keep himself standing. i think he must have known that he was in no condition to fight anymore, but he expected death to come for him at one point or another. what mattered was that she might live as long as he kept going. that's why he ran in the first place. not for himself, but because zelda was there and zelda didn't deserve to die like this. Even once zelda's power manifests, link only gives up and allows himself to fall once a beat or two has past--once he's sure that there really is no more danger. that she'll be okay, that she can make it past the fort and into relative safety even if he lets go here. He collapses then, and only then, after running miles through fields and woods, already gravely wounded, because in that moment he sees that the danger has past. a soldier's work is only done when there is nothing left to fight. a knight's work is only done when his princess is truly safe.

maybe he was relieved that he'd managed to hold on as long as he had. that he'd been able to find her some form of safety, in one way or another. maybe he worried about what manner of things would come for her once he was gone. maybe he wondered why she wouldn't just leave him and run for the fort. i'm sure there was a flash of regret in the back of his mind, for the family and friends he'd leave behind, for the people he'd let down, for the calamity he wasn't able to defeat. but this was the outcome he'd expected, even if it had come in a slightly different form. Even if now there was a girl hovering above him begging him to open his eyes.

#can you tell i never stop thinking about this specific moment? lol #i still think my loz dissertation line about this moment goes hard btw.#'There is a flash of golden light. He cannot raise his head to witness it. but it is warm. so warm. it feels like safety. like home.#He closes his eyes and breathes in. he is sure he is dying. This will be his last breath. At least it will be warm and soft and golden.'#like damn ok 2021 blue. you get it. go off #asks #zelda analysis

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beescake · 2 months

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@heydevi bro...... fellow understander...... still not over ur gmod solkat theyre so hrhgrbhggfngh 🥺🤲

#fhgghg i love infecting spreading the disease #slkt literally makes me so ill i'd randomly bolt up in bed like #oh my god......... its. so crazy raw to be abruptly left silent in a room full of your formerly loud and chaotic friends #now reduced to a litter of mere corpses. freshly killed and still bleeding they'd died for such trivial reasons #and all you can do is cling to the only other warm figure in the room who's wounded and unconscious but thankfully breathing #the other lone survivor...... mind blank with panic you drag him with you and fucking run #they're insane. i think abt them every day and still shock myself w how insane this ship is #slkt's relationship around fatalism and mortality is unlike any other hs pair it's actually funny they get dunked on so much by the story #bcs when shit starts hitting the fan they're always trying so damn hard to make their deaths count

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respectthepetty · 3 months

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Okay, but really, why was this shot so beautiful?

#dead friend forever #this scene had no right to be this beautiful #the entire layout was peak #I was not expecting to gasp from the beauty #like damn!#can I get my breath back

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moeblob · 29 days

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You know, when I kept getting asked "so you didn't ever have severe pains before now?" in the hospital and I kept replying "I have a high pain tolerance" I meant it. However, there is only so much pain my tiny 4'9" body can hold... (aka I am sweating and in agony bc I'm getting told to use LESS severe pain meds so I don't rely on them too much and it is AWFUL)

#moe talks a lot #i was shaking earlier and despite the fact i sound like im gonna cry #and the fact that my mom can pick out im about to cry from pain bc im trying to take less pain meds #LIKE MY MOM IS INSTRUCTING ME TO DO #shes like well why arent you taking any pain meds #BECAUSE THERE ARE TWO AVAILABLE OPTIONS AND ON A SIX HOUR TIMER #i cant take both at once or else what happens to me if i hurt before the six hours is up #i have to manage them in a way that allows me to benefit from both and being told im doing it wrong #after being told well its your fault it got so bad because you never complained about pain before #YEAH NO JOKE? REALLY? I NEVER DID? because everyone acts like im too young to feel that kinda pain #oh youre hurting? just wait until youre older #and its currently agony to breathe again but that i guess is also my fault bc im trying to use pain meds #holy moly i just want to not get dizzy standing up cause wow dang #sure would be nice if the multiple incisions in my stomach didnt THROB every time i sneezed or coughed or cleared my throat #but since i didnt use much pain meds before because i would be mocked for being too much of a baby its like #welp damn now i could really use some and im being called out for being too reliant #anyway time to sleep more because that means im not noticing my pain #im literally smaller than most children and so i do understand my body size makes people worried about the medication intake #but can i please just go a day without being asked how much im taking or when i last took it or if im gonna cry #anyway sorry for the excessive rant today never really had surgery or anything so this is brand spankin new suffering

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theredcuyo · 7 months

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I headcanon that post-royal Akechi wrote a million letters for Akira yet, never sent them

A million of words trying to explain himself, to where he was, or why he wasn't around

A million words of whatever the hell they had, and the occasional honest ones that longed for his presence, even if it were just his coffee or the way he barely talked yet had the best conversations

Maybe he wrote them during rehab, maybe in his new apartment in who knows where, maybe on his days off of working with the anti-shadow unit, maybe when he wants to take his mind of a case...

And maybe in a place beyond all that, one where he can only wait for time to bring them together again

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rainymoodlet · 6 months

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eons-old smart-ass vampire still thinks phones are conducted on “radio waves”, more at 11 🕸️

#ts4 #ts4 story #ts4 screenshots #ts4 legacy #ts4 legacy challenge #ts4 joy of life legacy challenge #sim: rowan #sim: alsace #;tjol3 #||#ROWAN IS HUMBLED… AND BY GOD IS HE STANDING CLOSE #he can feel his undead breath on his cheeks omg #i would be blushin too y’all god damn #alsace is like ‘actually if you could leave that’d be fantastic’#‘leave me alone w my foxes and my garden pls :|’#meanwhile row’s like oh fuck how long was i out??? my mom’s gonna kill me :)) actually all three of them #this is the last update with tiny text!!!#and my only update for today bwuh #WORKING CLOSING SHIFTS SUCKKKKS 😌

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64sue · 5 months

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sir SIR?????!?!?!?!??!?!

I'm little slut for him looooooordddddd 🤭🥵🥵

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quirkle2 · 4 months

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more zombie au :] (1.2k words)

The odor of rot has joined the damp growth of life from pots. Even if some things die off without human aid, there are always stronger elements that thrive in their absence.

The aisles are overgrown. Ritsu brushes past the vines as gently as he can, wooden floor groaning under his worn soles. There’s a gap of empty space in the middle of each aisle that he slots through, eyes roaming the shelves of largely useless things. Stronger stems snag onto his backpack and he tugs distractedly while perusing the labeled pots along the tables.

The barn is quaint, and Ritsu thinks he would love to stay. Moss eats at the boards under his feet and bugs swarm around him in the hot air incessantly, but it’s peaceful and there’s a constant sprinkle of sound to his ears that have grown so used to silence. Whoever owned this place beforehand put up a few wind chimes indoors—they must’ve always had the front entrance open for customers.

It’s a quiet little homemade garden center, or something similar, on the side of the highway. It’s an overgrown property with something dead in the backyard that Ritsu refuses to acknowledge or let Shigeo near. The shingles and boards in the roof have been replaced with polyethylene sheets—a barn-turned-greenhouse, uprooted from the hay and cattle it likely used to house and settled back into the Earth to be a paradise for plants.

There’s a large branch hanging through a hole poked into the plastic overhead. It sways with the wind and the chimes that follow, and Ritsu whistles with the leadless melody and gives it a direction while he studies old seed packets.

They didn’t stop here for any particular reason—a garden center doesn’t have much for apocalypse survivors, but Shigeo has always liked overgrown things. He’d always enjoyed taking care of their mother’s plants back home, and then Reigen’s at the office. His brother likes the humidity of greenhouses and the smell of soil and dirt and must.

He sees the top of Shigeo’s head over the aisles, across the barn. He walks past a shovel hanging on the wall and yelps out a grunt when it clangs to the floor behind him. Ritsu shakes his head and smiles, running his fingers along faded price tags.

The feeling of greenhouses has always had this… wet fullness, to Ritsu.

When he breathes in it’s like he can taste the life that breathes out and it feels like a conversation, a question and an answer, both of which he’s not sure how to articulate. The leaves wave to him and he waves back, the once-active sprinklers pepper his skin with dots, with compliments, with proclamations they are eager to share. The vines weave between fencing just to reach him, just to talk.

He understands why Shigeo likes it, and why he’d always asked to accompany their mother on trips to get new seeds. Ritsu hadn’t really understood, then, how pretty it could be, how full it could feel.

Shigeo had always been right about loving the little things. Ritsu wishes he’d seen that sooner.

His brother ambles down the aisle ahead of him and he listens to the quiet patter of his sloppy footwork, moving around a table of seed trays. His whistles carry across the barn, sort of aimless in their own right instead of leading the wind and the chimes somewhere worthwhile, but the sounds soak into the overhead plastic nicely, so he keeps going.

He pulls back a layering of vines and leaves to scan the contents of another shelf, and then he notices Shigeo stop in his peripherals. His dirty shoes stay planted in the corner of his vision, leaves burying the toes, and Ritsu looks away from the products.

He means to say something, to ask him what’s up even if saying things to Shigeo very rarely results in productivity, but he stops when he realizes his brother’s head is… tilted.

He’s looking at him with as much inquisitiveness as his dulled down awareness can muster, pale eyes flickering across Ritsu’s face like he’s working out some puzzle. He instinctively stops whistling, brain lagging behind on this new info of this new behavior, and the sound fizzles out into a little huff of air that leaves the greenhouse feeling oddly empty.

Shigeo studies him for a moment longer, blinking slowly, and then he straightens his head out as Ritsu stares back. His brother’s gaze lingers there on his mouth, like he’s still confused, like he still expects something to happen.

Ritsu blinks once, twice. The wind chimes call as wind pokes at his greasy spikes, as it prods at the ends of his jacket and fills the silence with a different flavor of itself. The interest in the zombie’s eyes fades a little, gaze straying to the vines around them.

Very tentatively, Ritsu wets his lips and blows. The whistle grabs his brother’s attention immediately, and he’s suddenly tilting his head like a curious dog.

He can’t help the laugh that spills out and makes the whistle a mess of exhales. His shoulders shake a little and he hurries to keep the tune steady and consistent; a few seconds pass and Shigeo tilts his head the other way, exhausted eyes big and more alert than they’ve been in days.

Ritsu experiments, and ventures around with the sound—goes lower and higher and watches his brother twist his head back and forth like he’s trying to understand calculus. There’s something very innocent about it, about the look in his eyes that reminds him of when they were kids and their father would show them magic tricks.

It’s muted by the ever-present fog there in his pupils, but Ritsu thinks he sees a spark of that life in them, of that curiosity born from a mind that knows little. He gives him a simple sensation, a simple experience, and his brother is eating it all up like he’s four again, like he’s new and everything is colorful and unknown and big.

Ritsu watches Shigeo tilt his head back and forth, watches the rusty gears behind his window panes move. He changes tactics, because some sad part of him tells him to, and whistles Shigeo’s favorite song instead.

He remembers the name, but he doesn’t need the name because when he thinks of the tune he thinks of his brother, and that’s all that matters. It’s happy, because Shigeo likes happy music. It’s chipper and yet it meanders, like it’s willingly getting lost, like it’s wandering where it wants to and it’ll eventually find its roots again. It’s happy the whole time. The whole adventure.

Shigeo stops tilting his head, and the gears behind his eyes churn a little bit faster. His gaze clings to Ritsu’s and his brother makes actual eye contact, sinks his own being into Ritsu’s head when he’s least prepared for it. The recognition in his gaze has his soul souring.

He keeps whistling. He doesn’t want to stop, because Shigeo feels like Shigeo right now, and he doesn’t want that to stop.

His brother stares. Ritsu’s grief tints the music.

#qkwrites #zombie au #mp100 ritsu #ritsu kageyama #shigeo kageyama #mp100 shigeo #mp100 mob #every time i think about this au too long i am filled with despair #last line of this . damn i was cookin #ritsu's grief tints Everything he does in this world #he's fucking haunted by it and it's awful bc it's not like he can just.not think abt it #bc the source of his grief is Shigeo. and shigeo still breathes and walks and reacts to things ritsu does like he's alive #and he Is alive. he's very much alive #but there is a lot missing. and ritsu Feels the absence every fucking second #it's like walking into a house that used to have another person in it. and all the familiar sounds ur used to will never be made again #it's very empty and stagnant and the things that Do stay are Different #and it changes a lot. one minute ritsu will be having an okay day—best mood u could possibly have in an apocalypse anyway #and then he looks over and shigeo is doing smth that he used to do Before but it's wrong and a little bit to the left #and without the life in it #pure muscle memory on shigeo's part #and suddenly ritsu's mood drops So fast and he's so Exhausted from these mood swings he keeps having #u know that thing that goes like .uhhhh grief doesn't fade life just gets bigger around it. or smth #yeah ritsu's life isn't rly getting bigger. he is not moving away from the grief bc the source of it keeps staring him in the face

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shaylarain · 4 months

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Sign of being terminally online is letting randos ruin your day because you ship something they don't like

Sign of being terminally online is caring very hard about what others ship that you make content for it, ya know? y'all just do you, you know?

#yes this is about #charlastor #but also as a veteran to problematic ships #y'all do you #slasher fandom rise up we're the ultimate problematic we aint without sins #but damn i just wanna browse the hazbin hotel tag without seeing y'all screaming about how a ship is bad #y'all gonna make me ship it just to piss off people because im toxic #antis are so ridiculous they are the reason why fandoms are toxic places LOL antis are closer to vox and Valentino than they are to charlie #just touch grass its fine #breath #log off #pick up a game #can i recommend lethal company?#the more friends you have the funnier it is #trust me

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maledistributionsystem · 4 months

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#force masc #forced masculinization #autoandrophile #autoandrophilia #black ftm #ftm nsft #MDS Originals #i short circuited while i made this because i always imagine some guy saying them to me #just muttering under his breath at me while i'm trying not to squirm under the needle #god fucking damn it i can Not be bricked up at 2:30 in the fuckin afternoon

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mugwot · 7 months

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the besties! them!

alt barnaby that i didn't have the heart to discard

#saying i am back to my bullshit would imply that i ever come off my bullshit #ruminated for a while on these ones #wally is inspired by parrots squirrels and my little pony a little bit #barnaby is straight up a ram dragon dog combo #they are so far the only ones with actual people items and there is a reason for that in my mind #headcanon that barnaby breathes colourful smoke and wally can do a sonic thing like a thunderdrum that can shatter things #cause parrots are Loud #also yes wally does have fucked up parrot feet :D #couldn't incorporate the soles hearts because of it but there is a sneaky white one on the chest so i count that as a win #wh dragon au #welcome home #welcome home au #wally darling #barnaby b beagle #my art #finally more or less pinned down the hight chart so far atleast until i do eddie and have to balance him between barnaby and frank #without making frank too damn tall #almost the whole beta gang is here #poppy is almost here her design is done she just doesn't have a render yet

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toriliashine · 2 months

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need mastermind kokichi and gonta going mwah mwah

the angel/demon theming working together perfectly, matching the mask/reveal scene in chapter 4 only to reveal they were working together the whole time

the mind games, the clashing personalities and bodies yet melding perfectly together, in despair and in love, it's like

they were made for each other...

//on to notes like

**i am now also BEGGING YALL to read the tags

i'm still working on the designs but i know i have some drafts here hmm

>for their mastermind fits, i'm thinking gonta being all white , with his hair being more curled and really framing his face for that angelic round-faced look, plus his ahoge making a little halo to really top it off. one eye of his glasses are red for monokuma. with a black choker . nice fancy 3 piece suit that really accentuate his muscles, giving the image that he's not someone to mess with despite his angelic demeanor and damn, he looks good in it too plus an all white , n gold/red accented overcoat! letting the boy be dramatic and fancy and beautiful 2k24.

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kokichi's fit is a sleek, sharp black. but still comfortable to move and store things in. He can still be silly and dramatic in it but It's be really cool for his new fit to be purposefully cold, controlled and intimidating , a good contrast from his usual clownness to really grab their attention. //need to explain this one to be an 'oh! he was doing that to distract us' but more... oomf . hm He has a a white glove, and a black one to draw more attention to the former. black captain hat with devil horns, or just the horns? hm. plus the black cape for the demon bat silhouette. inside is one of those cool n kinda slutty but loose all black formal fits, like (ahhh i need to get pack into drawing or outfit scrapbooking but imagine with me)

**** gonta's black choker and kokichi's white gloves is supposed to a) show their connection via the colours lol. but also represent a dog on a leash deal. however gonta can take off and on the choker when he pleases, showing his willingness and equal choice in this operation despite it seeming like ouma has the upper hand [plus feeding into the 'ouma is controlling him!' schtick their classmates got going on, thus making them suspect him less and not believe him and kokichi are purposefully working together! boom baby

also, the kink factor. hehe

**** i do wonder if i should cave and make them both wear chokers matching the other's colour though. i like chokers , and colour symbolism

#ougoku #danganronpa #kokichi ouma #gonta gokuhara #they argue about how best to gut the others in the mastermind hq then grab the other and make out sloppy style #gonta being the.. only one able to do the command grabs but hey- the grape can trip and push him and be all damn guess this big oaf's falli #for me yet again despite his stature! and gonta smirks and calls him another insect based petname which he KNOWS ouma would bitch about #which he does and pins gonts down lower and aaaa they stare #and gonta closes his eyes as the purple dictator leans down #till he can feel his soft breath on his lips #and senses a smile a nanometer away from his month #k - put in a little more effort next time hmm #the grin on his face as gets up reminds the entomologist why his partner got the devil role #g- ...#g - that motherfucker....#writer's note: RAAAAAAH you THOUGHT #I couldve made them kiss but in the middle of writig i was like #you know what would be funny? you know what would be a dick move? hehehe #ndrv3 #also random but they are both super cute and pretty here like i can really imagine #gonta randomly pulling back ouma's hair when he notices it's all over the place #while still talking #and ouma beng 1) shocked at the boldness 2) smiling none then less 3) resting his head in gonta's palm #then the big guy realises what he did and goes 7 diff shades of red heehejhebhjhfaclknufa.e #and the others wondering when they got so close and how kokichi could have man-ipulated him bc gonta cant think hur durr #or gonta talking about bug patterns or some tamer ento- shit while kokichi's chilling with him in his lab #he's sleeves are rolled up #and his hands keep running too push back his hair and he rambles. his eyes are bright and firm his hands busy as he works in the sunlight #ee this has leaked into my regular ougoku thinkings but eeeeeeeee #them being made for each other and their story was already a tragedy but them now having to make themselves feel despair on purpose but

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martyrbat · 3 days

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superman adventures #13

[ID: five photos of Superman enjoying a hot dog while at a baseball stadium. In the first photo he's content as he chews his food with one side of his mouth and looks at the game with a cute, dumb little face. The second and third photo are the same (for scaling) and has him still chewing happily, albeit now shown in a semi profile view. The third photo is a less detailed, full profile view as he looks up from his lunch, his eyes widening with surprise. The fourth photo is shown from a slightly higher perspective as he looks at the viewer with a raised eyebrow. A question mark fills his speech bubble as he clenches his hot dog. END ID]

#autism be damned my girl can eat a hot dog <3 #also imagine being saved by superman and he has hot dog breath. i think i would rather take my chances at whatever peril i was in #c: superman adventures | i: 13 #crypt's panels #clark kent #superman

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