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very-uncorrect · 3 months
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I'm getting emotional over the unbreakable bond again like holy shit, that's his kid, that's his baby right there, he needs his kid augh AAA-
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unknownarmageddon · 5 months
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killer stared at cross.
he felt like his soul was in his throat, pulsing and thrumming, swelling heavily every time he thought about it.
it was a little silly, to be having such a strong reaction, when nothing had really even happened.
perhaps it was because he hadn't felt another's touch in stars knew how many months.
perhaps it was because it was cross.
killer's soul had metaphorically leapt into his throat and it's been stuck there ever since, choking him with a flurry of confusing emotions that brought the memory to the forefront of his mind.
he wanted to blame it on adrenaline, left over from the moment of panic and action. he was still shaking from it, so it was likely.
except it had been a few days since then.
and he was still trembling.
killer stared at his companion, taking in his broad shoulders, his furrowed brow and narrowed eyes, his jaw set in a concentrated grimace. cross was strong.
he hadn't really considered it, even after watching cross do most of the heavy lifting in their traveling.
sharply, quickly, cross struck two hard stones together again and again. he moved seamlessly, controlled movements and managed strength.
killer stared at cross.
they'd walked into some ambush, set up by a small group of scraggly humans. they reeked of anger, hunger, filled the air with their violent intent to kill, hurt.
cross grabbed killer, yanking him back hard, out of the path of a big burly human.
killer wasn't weak, but he was smaller, more frail. the weaker link. he could hold his own, of course. he compensated for his lack of physical strength pretty well, skilled with knives and quick on his feet, most of the time.
killer stumbled back, landing on his knees, and he twisted back around to curse at cross-- he wasn't some damsel in need of protection, damn it. he was going to tear the guy a new one after he gutted that big fucker.
cross wasn't weak either. stars damn it, he was not weak.
cross bared his teeth, fangs flashing and eyelights hard with defensive rage, locked in a standoff with the human. his eyelight flashed a sharp blue, the human's soul flickering blue with a merry ping. the idiot looked down, distracted.
killer glanced at cross's hands.
he threw the fucker. he threw him. sure, he'd cheated a little with the BLUE magic, but blue magic didn't get rid of a person's weight entirely, and that human was definitely not light. and cross threw him a good ten feet.
back in the day, when killer saw someone he found attractive, he could slide right up to them and chat them up, no problems. he used to be proud of his charm, confident that he could woo anyone he wished to. perhaps it had been a little egotistical, but he'd yet to fail in that department. sure, it would all fall apart later, but he would butter them up, flirt them into the ground and go in for the kill. [sometimes literally.]
the human didn't back down, unfortunately. he was stunned but by the time cross caught up, he was up again, and hit cross hard across the face, scrabbling at him and trying to strangle him. they scuffled messily, wrestling each other down to the ground.
back in the day. he could've dealt with this already. back in the day, killer would have already gotten a person's number. he would have already had them coming back with him to his apartment.
cross got the upper hand. a tooth skittered across the floor with the final hit, and the human stayed down. there were none left for him to fight, of course; killer hadn't just sat there watching. he'd driven off the other humans, sending them fleeing, dripping blood everywhere as they went. cross pushed off, kicking the human in the head for good measure, and he turned around to look at killer, his eyes sharp with annoyance. he wiped his bloodied teeth with the inside of his wrist, scoffing and spitting out a bit of the blood, and killer realized then that he was still trembling from adrenaline. or something..
killer used to be able to chat anyone up.
killer stared at cross, watching him sit back with a triumphant huff as a fire flickered to life finally, and realized he couldn't muster any words.
he was tongue-tied for once.
-proximity anon :]
HI THIS ONE GOES SO HARD WHAT THR FUCK????? AUGH AUGH
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mossyflowers · 1 year
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I DID IT!! Anyways here's Pom's creator, an ancient so obsessed with solving the great problem and ascending that they even changed their own name :]c
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kitty-thinks-stuff · 27 days
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oh im gonna hate this arent i. OH IM GONNA CRY ARENT I
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wackulart · 8 months
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im like two steps away from making a flug askblog
someone stop me /lhj
i just........ THERE'S NOT A LOT OF VILLAINOUS CONTENT AND I. JUST. need excuses to WRITE these characters
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thatfuckincat · 4 months
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so i played doki doki literature club finally
i knew it was dark. i knew these girls had ISSUES. i knew monika knows more than she lets on.
i didnt know the ending would make me cry for 30 minutes straight
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aego-philautia · 4 months
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Ahhh i have to start AND finish this ship piece ive had in my head for days BY TONIGHT NAUR
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scrawnytreedemon · 2 years
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I have a MASSIVE crick in my neck since yesterday morning, as of today I am STARTING TO GET SICK, it's windy as shit SO ALL THE SHIT ACROSS MY AUNT'S YARD IS GETTING STREWN,,,, and like,,,,
god i am NOT having a good time. at all. in the slightest. i feel like an angry little old woman living on a moor as winter approaches, huddled inside yet never able to truly rest lest some other vital structure fall and be in need of repairing, AND ALSO I AM IN CONSTANT PAIN.
cringe. fuckign hate this. not the cottagecore i was asking for 😤👊😡
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fina1chase · 4 months
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This was a bad idea. Staying up
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g00n-king · 6 months
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i feel weirdly parasocial whenever i rb something from wrtv. like. i get fucking nervous whenever i rb something from any one the rtvs members. why
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letmesleepy · 11 months
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Oh fuck that's right art fights soon
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unknownarmageddon · 2 months
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cross stood a bit awkwardly, his brow furrowed as he stared at this mess of... things before him.
killer's goofy grin wavered just the slightest, and there was barely visible dip in his arm before he collected himself again.
"tadaa," he repeated, just as cheerful as the first time.
cross glanced at the little box in his hand, and glanced away nervously. "uhm."
killer's left eye scrunched a bit, confusion on his face as he lowered the small wooden box he was trying to give cross, "what's wrong?"
cross was looking everywhere but killer, his eyes focused on a nearby broken window, and he gripped his arm, frowning. he couldn't tell if this was one of killer's skits or not. the way it looked was striking cross oddly, and he didn't quite know what to do.
killer was kneeling, holding up a little box, and their campsite was set up vastly different than normal. it looked like... some kind of set up for something important, but he didn't know which option was the right one, or one he was okay with.
"...what's all this about," cross finally asked, and killer's head tilted, his grin going lopsided, one side ticking downwards at cross's less-than-enthused response.
"i dunno, i thought it'd be a nice surprise?"
"what kind of surprise," cross said back, a bit more sharply than he'd intended. it wasn't that he hated how much it looked like killer was proposing, no, perhaps if it were.. in a different time, he'd be less... averse.
"huh?" killer glanced back at the neat, comfortably made spot he'd set up in the backseat of a car, and then at the box and back at cross before his eyes widened and he started shaking his head, "wait- oh-- wait, no, shit okay-"
he stood up, dropping the box and reaching for cross, who took a half step back, his eyes narrowed, and killer let him go, his fingers curling in the air before he pulled his hand back and clasped them together, pressing his knuckles to his teeth as he hissed quietly, his brow furrowed.
cross crossed his arms, and frowned at the floor, not sure why he was reacting this way to the concept, the implications. killer let his hands fall as he started, "i wasn't-- i know what it looked like, but it wasn't-- i wouldn't. or i? w-would, but-"
killer looked increasingly embarrassed, or stressed?? as he fumbled with his words before finally blurting out, "valentines!"
cross blinked, and echoed, "valentines???"
killer slumped a bit, and groaned quietly, rubbing at his neck with a slightly pained expression, and he leaned down, picking up the little box and cracking it open, presenting it to cross.
rather than a ring, it was a little carving. the stray thought crossed his mind that killer was getting ridiculously good at carving. it was a small cat with an even smaller heart in it's tiny paws, as if it were playing with it.
cross's tense shoulders eased, his expression softening, and he reached forward to run a finger over the little carving, his eyelights trailing upwards to killer's crooked grin.
he looked apologetic, but sincere, hopeful even, and cross sighed as he shook his head, taking the little box and shutting it, setting it in his pocket as he muttered, "you fucking idiot."
killer's expression brightened, and he lit up, "do you like it?"
cross snorted, and pressed into killer's space, nosing his way into the warm space between killer's neck and his messy jacket fur, sighing as he embraced his stupid stupid companion.
"how did you even know if it was valentines or not?"
killer's arms slid around him, returning the hug tightly. cross could feel the chuckle in killer's chest, the echo of relieved joy cast from killer's soul, the organ hovering safely within cross's ribcage.
"i didn't. but, i figured, we should have one still. for, uh. for old timess sake."
cross squeezed him tighter to himself, and hummed. old times sake.
"...were you really that-"
"no."
"if-"
"yes."
killer's hold tightened, and cross could hear the smile on his voice. "where'd you wanna go, for the honeymoon?"
cross snorted and leaned back, knocking his forehead against killer's as he murmured, "i hear the backseat of cars are popular these days."
killer let out a delighted bubble of laughter, cackling and giggling even as cross nosed his way back to the crook of killer's neck to plant an affectionate kiss to his neck.
-p :]
if it were a different time, a different world, it would be someplace in the mountains.
AUGHHHHH????? AUGH??? AUGH. WAILING
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sentientsky · 2 months
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bark ruffalo you are everything to me
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satisfiedskye · 7 months
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goodbye, brain.
goodbye, simon.
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localapparently · 7 months
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/ slight blood cw
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AUSDGHASD kim dokja eheheh KIM DOKJA AAA HES SO COOL screams screams screams screams
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valentjin · 5 months
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