him taking notes of what she'd like to eat, while she's lying in...
reassuring her that he'll cook for both of them and asking for music when he comes back...
and then her actually getting up to prepare seems so loving and sweet
fff perhaps i'll cry myself to sleep again
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Snek: Don't Tread On Me!
Fern and Stark: Tread on it.
Frieren: Imma tread on it.
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Jerome fires a single shot at Shannon, the bullet instantly entering her head. A quarter of a second later, it exits. Blood bursts out from the exit wound, splattering everywhere behind Shannon. Kyle and Tanya stare in shock at what’s happened. A look of pain and terror lingers on Shannon’s face. Then she begins to jitter in place. The jittering spreads to her surroundings. The world flickers in and out as if caught under a faulty lightbulb. The world transforms into film reels: thousands of tiny photographs run alongside each other to create the illusion of movement. Then, like a ribbon in a stiff wind, this film reel begins to degrade. Within the tiny photograph, the four figures change. Their appearances, clothes, their very being down to their souls, revert to their original rightful forms. Finally, the film reels melt away, their illusions eradicated, leaving nothing but reality. CUT TO TRUTH END OF CHAPTER 64
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gotta love how the insane children look like in this manga
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“What’s your name?”
The large eye of that child stared at him intently, his obsidian-black pupil reflected a snow-white silhouette. This gaze, if it must be described, was exactly like Feng Xin had said—“possessed by the devil”—and shouldn’t be the gaze of a child.
It was for a moment before the child lowered his head.
“…Hong…”
His voice was tiny and soft; mumbled, as if he didn’t want to say it, as if he was a little embarrassed. Xie Lian only sort of heard the word “Hong” and asked again,
“How old are you?”
“Ten,” that child replied.
Xie Lian was only asking offhandedly, hoping to lower his guard, but hearing that he responded with “ten”, he was startled. He thought, “I thought he was only seven or eight, but he’s ten? This child is truly weak and emaciated.”
After a pause, Xie Lian smiled softly. “The doctors will see to your wounds now, don’t be afraid and lower your hands, okay?”
That child heard, but hesitantly shook his head.
“Why not?” Xie Lian asked.
He was silent for a while before replying, “Ugly.”
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Grillby was struck by how vibrantly red it all was.
Happy slightly belated 8th anniversary to Casting Rain by @silverskye13 ! Thanks for writing a great story that got me through some stuff in 2020 and was one of the big reasons I got into longform writing (and actually stuck with it for once).
heavily referenced from a stock by @null-entity, who posted the pose with absolutely amazing timing. wouldn't have had the guts to try foreshortening otherwise. thanks!
also shoutout to @casting-horsepiss as always for reminding me the anniversary week even is a thing
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This feels like a fun daydream of Sanji’s: having his own restaurant, but it’s still Baratie, and his friends are there. And a crocodile, because it’s a dream so it doesn’t have to make sense.
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*voice of a man having a profound epiphany* beldaruit and the king divorcees
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