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Fanart inspired by Ch 7 of Devil in the Dugout:

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Silvio Ricci Modern Day Drawing

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A song that fits Gilbert perfectly and is called OBSIDIAN CURRENTS??

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Guys we got out first official cg of soft Gil, we've won. 🥹❤️

#❤❤❤❤❤

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HELP! Im obsessed with silvio, he always got startled whenever emma touched him so cute! 😩 Will render this! Also I love customizing Emma’s dress!

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i’m going fucking crazy over him oh my god. like actually rabidly feral. look at him. babygirl

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pouty satory might be one of my favorites takes from this chapter

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an unspoken promise...

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As pure as snow❄️✨

The chilumi drought ending in fontaine is really funny to me but I’ve been loving the feast! This is my first genshin ship with my first 5 star so the love i have for them is vast🥰

The fact we learn what happens to people who loose their vision and Childe just gives it to Lumine just like that?? The level of trust and the promise to see each other again is just🥹💙

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how that chilumi vision giving scene in fontaine goes in my head: the shoujo anime 💘

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A/N: This was inspired by @vioisgoinginsane mentioning how she couldn't stop thinking about Gilbert's voice. And then neither could I.

This is how I imagine Gilbert's voice (not the VA's 😆)

WC: ~500

Gilbert’s voice

It is light as air, a cool breeze that winds its way around your ears, has you closing your eyes and inhaling sharply without knowing why. It tugs on your foolish heart, forcing it to its knees, has it begging for…..something. Anything. Another sentence, another word, another silver laugh. It leaves you standing at the edge of a cliff, the dirt crumbling perilously under the toe of your shoe and yet you lean forward, desperate for more.

It is as dangerously soft as a glowing beam of razor-edged moonlight, parting the darkness of night like a sword through flesh and releasing a gush of diamond-bright stars. It is a strand of delicate barbed wire, pressing ever so gently against your heart, wrapping itself lovingly around your mind. It is beautiful in its sharpness, in the danger it poses. It echoes the delicate beauty of oleander’s soft pink petals, sheltering its deadly poison within.

It is as precious as the sound of rainfall when it hits the quenched Obsidian earth. It is absorbed just as quickly, sinks into your soul just as easily as water into soil. And once inside, his voice takes root, spreads out from your heart in a web across your whole body, claiming you as his. Your desire, your loyalty, your devotion all begin here, all grow from here. And you thirst for it endlessly.

It is as commanding as a storm's rolling cry of thunder across the Obsidian mountain peaks. It rattles your bones, brings you to your knees, your blood surging through your veins in tremulous answer to his call. He speaks in imperative and you are the ellipsis, breathlessly waiting for more.

It is as meek as the morning mist that settles over the land on a cool, foggy morning. It whispers your name, quietly, wistful. Almost piteous. Your name is his touchstone, his landmark, his way home through the darkness he is shrouded in. It is his greatest strength and the key to his downfall. And he knows it. He knows the power you have, the command of the moon over the tides, and he gives into it readily, thankfully. His susurrant pleas whisper over your skin, skim the seam of your lips and seek entry. You let them in, enjoying their fizzle on the tip of your tongue and then swallow each word whole.

It is as beloved to you as the bright sun is to the rose bush which stretches itself towards the warm rays, as the stars are to the dreamers who seek inspiration from the night sky. It fills your heart with the delicate song of the nightingale, as comforting as it is hauntingly beautiful. You have learned its patterns, the peaks and valleys of its intonation, the curves of its accent and love them all. And when he speaks in the tongue of Obsidian, it sends a flare of the brightest red desire shooting through you: warmth turns to wildfire, control dissolves in the flames.

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Summer 🌺

Don't repost, only reblog

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"But Gege said Utahime hates Gojo!"

People conveniently miss the "most of the time" included in that sentence, but it also strikes me as being purposefully dense. People would rather focus on a singular line from a character sheet rather than the canonical interactions of Utahime and Gojo showing great trust in each other and their abilities.

Gojo asks Utahime for her help, and in their line of work, that is no small task:

And that aside, hatred stemming from annoyance is different from malicious hatred. Gojo annoys Utahime, just as Gojo annoys his students, Nanami, and even Geto.

Gojo is allowed to be annoying and even cruel to other characters, and it's fine and encouraged to ship him with those characters (remember when he mocked Geto's morals to his face and told him it was pathetic?) but the moment Gojo is shipped with a woman who he annoys, oh no— can't have that.

It's the double standard for me

Not to mention, even if Utahime did hate Gojo to the point of wanting him dead, people could still ship them together. There are no rules in shipping, it's supposed to be fun!

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Private Concert

I forgot about posting this here. ^^;

2023-08-18