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#but not a crier
the-one-that-weeps · 2 months
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I know the fandom loves making Rui cry. Hell, I love making Rui more than anything. But I think we're also missing that Rui— never cries.
I think it adds onto the subhuman factor. After all, monsters don't get to have emotions, was there ever a story where a monster cried? Exactly.
I think it's also remarkable that the time we see Rui close to breaking into tears — Curtain Call — he does NOT cry. In fact, Asahi describes it as "a weird face". suits him quite well, doesn't it?
Rui doesn't know how to cry. He can scrunch his face but... He just doesn't know how to.
And then we arrive at Our Happy Ending and he's laughing and crying with all his friends, a messy pile of hugs and arms and warmth and utter desperation for the lost. And he cries, and there are little tears in the corners of his eyes when he leaves the Wonder Stage. He doesn't realize it at first, but when Nene sneers at him and Tsukasa gives him a tissue he suddenly does.
Maybe monsters can cry too.
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ruushes · 1 month
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every time i draw them being cute together i have to also draw them being deeply irritating to maintain perspective and universal balance
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kudzuoath · 7 months
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this post Inspired me to draw this. Because Temperance (and all the Gale-mancing Tav's, I'm sure) just wants to let this man to know he's loved and valued and goddamn it hand kisses are high romance and the kind of kiss I'm capable of drawing
(if you saw a different version of this a second ago, i realized the last 'panel' was off and quickly reposted)
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elainiisms · 9 months
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every single trope is better with sapphics btw
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licollisa · 11 months
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hey. dont cry. you look ugly, okay?
(full version)
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aroaceleovaldez · 4 days
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underappreciated Nico detail that I like - he seems to be an angry crier! very frequently he's angry when he cries and he cries when he's extremely angry. very AuDHD of him. emotional regulation sucks my guy and he's just going through it.
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crystallizedtwilight · 2 months
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figurehead.
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kittykatninja321 · 2 months
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Troy Baker’s Jason voice in Arkham knight is so good like he really ate that up. I think the key was that he was really good at doing the “I’m angry but my voice is cracking like I’m about to cry (because I am)” thing, which is vital for any Jason voice
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winnienora13 · 3 months
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How the marauders cry:
Mary-trying to save her makeup
Sirius-sniffs and sobs
Peter-gets into the foetus position on the floor,alone,wails and wimpers
Remus-no sound, just cries in silence
Lily-hides her face, doesn’t want anyone to see her cry
Marlene-laughs at herself and is embarrassed, acts like nothing happened
James-blubbering, always alone
Barty-starts getting angry at himself, throws and breaks things
Evan-cries a couple of good tears alone than just goes on with his day like nothing happened
Regulus-single tear kind of crier
Dorcas-feels disgusted with herself, doesn’t let herself cry and just swallows it all down
Pandora-gentle little sobs,tries to be quiet, doesn’t want to bother anyone
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fukuwuku · 4 months
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Rafayel my beloved
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peachesanmemes · 2 years
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THE FIFTY PAGE DRACULA DAILY ENTRY IS TOMORROW!
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anisangeldust · 26 days
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Pretty when you cry 𝜗𝜚⋆
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Summary: feelings are hard.
Pairing: young politician!Coriolanus x Fem!reader
Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, Coriolanus is stressed and needs you, emotional vulnerability, mentions of parental loss, crying.
A/N: just some heart-achy fluff bc I’m in the mood to coddle someone rn🎀
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Masculinity and Bravado were drilled into the brain of Panems president since the day he was born, festering like an infection, multiplying like an invasion, until all he could feel was shame for feeling.
So often he’d find himself teary eyed, chanting soliloquies of “Men don’t cry, you aren’t weak, crying makes you weak.” like mantras around his apartment, such nonsense that those superior used to undermine his naturally empathetic soul.
It wasn’t until many moons later that he crossed your sacred path, your mere presence a soothing compress on his aching heart. Little by little, you cleared his night skies from its once insurmountable peril, the darkness that had consumed his soul was no longer seeping through his core, instead it soaked through his eyes, salty drops of crystalline water flowing down his milky cheeks.
At the moment, he was being comforted by his ever so generous and loving wife. The emotions he buried so desperately were now flowing like a river in front of his own personal Aphrodite, a tsunami of emotions flooding his soul, lapping at the weak spots of his delicate being. Never would anyone describe Coriolanus Snow as vulnerable, but right now he was. Your tenderness akin to the mother he lost so long ago, and his trembling frame that of a little boy. This is love in its rawest form, the ability to express vulnerability without judgement, the thing Coriolanus so clearly craved his whole adolescence.
Heaven was breaking down in your arms, having a rough day and coming home to you, the woman he loved with every ounce of his being, to have you hold his face and tell him it was all going to be okay; your murmured words like a warm compress on his aching heart.
So often he reminded himself that he was allowed to have bad days, being president was draining, and the cracks in his mask were deepening, he could no longer hide from the flood, he had to just make sure he didn’t drown. Luckily you were his life boat. Despite all his hard work, sometimes the darkness prevails, dawning cloaks of false serendipity, only to shed its light and consume your dignity. The darkness that clouds his vision, creeps into the corners of his mind, dampens his thinking, the darkness only you can cut through. He beam of light, his saving grace.
Coriolanus was a blubbering mess, your fingers running in his platinum curls a reminder that he was safe, that he was going to be okay. Slowly, he lifted his head from your chest and sniffled.
“I don’t deserve you..” he murmured, eyes red and puffy from crying so hard.
“Shhh, just lay on me baby, it’s okay, I’ve got you” you cooed, pressing his face back into the soft fat of your chest. As to which he happily complied.
The muscles of his shirtless back were relaxed, melting into you and your warm embrace. He wrapped his arms around your middle and hugged you like you were going to disappear if he let go, you were his most precious gem, a beauty unmatched by the most divine beings, a goddess amongst men, and Coriolanus was your most devoted apostle.
Slowly, his breathing regained stability, his pink lips no longer quivering, chest no longer heaving. You peppered his teary cheeks with kisses as he calmed down slowly. His mind slipping form consciousness as he fell asleep.
“I love you” he croaked gently, voice rough and tone uneven, the most vulnerable state Coriolanus Snow could be in, the one reserved for you.
“I love you too baby boy, so much. Now sleep, it’ll all be okay” you mutter as he flutters his eyes closed and lays on you completely, your own personal weighted blanket.
Coriolanus was truly sculpted by the gods, how else would he be so pretty when he cries?
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keykidpilipili · 2 months
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Headcanon that if John Doe Malevolent gets a human body, he becomes an angry crier. He's just as stubborn and WILL WIN THIS ARGUEMENT but now he is also crying and nearly vibrating out of this plane all the while.
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podcastwizard · 1 month
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we needed to make an announcement to a room of people at work and my coworker was too nervous to do it so she asked me to do it and i was like "yeah i have no problem with making a declaration to a crowd" and she said "yeah i figured that about you." assigned town crier by coworker.
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yallemagne · 1 year
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Mina every time she experiences a negative emotion: “I almost cried, which is quite unnatural for me. I’ve never cried a day in my life. Not even as a baby. That’s how “not like hysterical women” I am.”
Jonathan every time he experiences an emotion: “Woke up today, realized I was still living, and found no reaction more reasonable and appealing than sinking to the floor in loud agony and staying there until someone came to drag me from my wallowing. After that, I went to the post office.”
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guessilllive · 2 months
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Manic Pixie Dream Girl.
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