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strawberriianime · 5 months
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Happy (Belated) Birthday to such a sexy underrated fine scrumptious man 😋
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canadianlucifer · 6 months
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ahaha it's been a while,, tbh I'm running out of memes lmao
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elmaxlys · 18 days
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tfw two foreigners meet
bot names are inspiring lol
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ninart-small-one · 6 months
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My lovely evil clowns ❤️‍🩹💗🖤
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thyenemybeloved · 3 months
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old man (affectionate)
He's a babygirl to me
Ngl he was the major reason I read the manga in the first place, I was highkey lowkey obsessed with him, I just loved his design TT My man rocked that bowl cut fr
I will forever be salty about him, we were robbed asfghffj
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shadowhoodie13 · 1 year
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Made some hc accurate twitter posts based on tiktok video with context
Context: Koma (gorilla suit) and Uta (banana) started it as a joke and Uta took it too far and got the other clowns involved. They didn’t even attack any ccg which made the ccg officers that saw this in real time even more confused
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star-fiend · 8 months
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Tokyo Ghoul:re, chapter 169, "To the Group Associates"
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wolfnlamb · 2 years
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shiftythrifting · 2 years
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Checked out the newest vendor mall that opened up in my town
I found a Thomas the train store display
Some cool kids anime shoes
A working tomater clock
An awesome NES game I wish I could have gotten
Two clowns, one looking more thrilled to be there than the other
And a McDonald’s beanie baby collector set
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ipsen · 10 months
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cochlea, after 11th ward battle
tatara: humans are so stupid aren’t they eto
eto, half-human:
eto: hey weird question (but since you’re sooooo much smarter than any human) how many people did we get killed for this?
tatara: ... two hundred
eto: two hundred...?
tatara, grumbling: two hundred too many...
eto: that’s what i thought
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atlanticbones · 9 months
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My new favourite character archetype is "scary dude who would actually be pretty fun to hang out with if it weren't for, you know"...
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canadianlucifer · 5 months
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elmaxlys · 6 months
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Donatovember - Day 8: Donato Porpora
If i eated child. I don't eat it bc i did. No i didnt ❤
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tatatatatara · 4 months
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I know the Tatara vs Yomo would be the funniest battle ever those guys are so alike it's hilarious?? They both lost their big sibling (who killed a lot of people), have special ablity (thunder and fire), bad at communication but actually really caring, dressed like a serial murderer
And both are adopted by an owl but one owl taught love and patience while the other one taught japanese and genocide
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thebluemoonlady · 2 years
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"Oh, Icarus!
For all you have fallen, still you flew!
And for a moment, the sun knew of you, too.
- for those who smile as they drown and laugh as they fall, who are we to define tragedy, after all?" | p.d
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usagimen · 8 months
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                                                @grievice :        [ SCAR ] // from Amon !!
           The comfortability of familiarity grew with one another. Where she once thought it impossible to live in shared proximity; there was now and understanding the chatter between them ate away the lonely core. Laundry, fresh with a hint of floral that wafts from the fabric, she hangs each linen sheet carefully while humming about. The monotony of a boring life that many bemoan, ghouls excite in it, at least some do. Classes, work schedules, lunch with friends, everything that felt normal while enticing a faux security that they belonged in this scornful world. Sayuri was not immune to the lull, her slender frame that moved about quietly as if to not disturb the slumbering form nearest to her. Warm fabric that was enticing as she hummed pleasantly, lifting up the old shirt she wore && discarding it to the side. The gaping scar that is somewhat red, coiling around her ribcage as if kissing the tender flesh that was torn apart.
    Quietness that lingers in her gaze as she recalls the memory, doves are a nuisance, even the one’s who spew their moral conviction. Iron with an indomitable will, Alice’s pale blue dress was stained red just like her maw tearing away && desperately trying to claw her way through. She vanishes, the constant words at the shining club are the same, Alice is prone to fleeing when the world becomes too much, she wants to escape && never to be found. Maybe, she was busy in movement, free whenever her body contorted && all her thoughts were set ablaze. Bottles of blood red wine that taste similar to molten honey, gentle cooing that echoed as a familiar hand stroked her face; you should have taken his arm for that slight.
       Sayuri never had it in her, the complexity for such violence that was needless, trying to fill the gaping void within one’s chest for a sense of purpose, instead she licked her wounds && laughed. Suddenly, warm fingertips cause her to jump, looking back wide eyes flicker as she chirps, “H-hey! I thought you were sleeping…” round cheeks that soon puff outwards, could he sense her distress? The endless torrent of the abyss she found herself within, a flame to claw herself out of the nocturnal glory that suffocated her. It was lonely, wasn’t it? Between the persona she played of the noble rich girl who ran as fast as she could, to the shining queen of the sultry lounges, Alice was nothing more than an illusion conjured up by a dream.
       He was stiff, rigid, couldn’t understand when she spoke in a flirtatious manner or to the point, charming in such a way that made her genuinely laugh && her heart ached when he spoke of the truth; a pretty smile with a sadness like no other. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up, I was trying to handle the rest of the chores” he still touches her as if she was made of glass, ready to shatter into thousands of shards, always plagued with the anxiety it could vanish. Her silhouette would mend, she always believed this when crimson ran down her hands, barely blemished but this one remained.
        As if to taunt her she thought, when his ghost would come to haunt her as if to convey; always late to speak, burdened with regret. The fabric in her hands drops as she looks away, adornments that are laced into the skin glimmering, delicate lace in soft hues, tendrils of black that cascade downwards as she is overwhelmed. Warm kisses, enough that she assumed anymore would cause her to melt, how could he ever be this kind? On the tip of her heels, she leans to embrace him, trembling as her voice grows low barely that of a whisper; a secret she’s held. “You knew everything before I could even speak, Koutarou, you should have chased the rabbit instead of me” the wolf would find her, still reigning over wonderland && unable to flee as she found harmony beside him. Plush lips that brush against his neck, she murmurs against him, tracing her hands where she believed the bond between them started.
            “How reckless, I should still be furious && yet, we took a piece of one another - I could never forget you because of it”
prompts that make you go 👀(accepting)
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