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noire-soiree · 3 days
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you should ramble about your splatoon headcanons/au
also muut gang muut gang
AAAAHH sadly i don’t have any particular headcanons for splatoon yet ;;^ ^
funny story i haven’t played the game yet (im broke im so sorry) but i’ve just watched a lot of people play, i wanna play it one day tho :,>
i do have splatoon ocs ! maybe i’ll ramble a bit about them when i make a complete drawing of em ^^
also my first mutual on here YIPPEE :D
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trysomemilk · 2 months
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The Sun of Maranello
and The Rain of Milton Keynes
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impulsepolls · 6 months
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Count things you were genuinely interested in, even if you didn't finish/haven't finished it yet. Best estimate is fine.
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moo-blogging · 8 days
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No thoughts tonight, but holding Levi tight when he had a bad day.
It was unusual that he got defeated by a bad day. Levi had it rough growing up and it made him tough. But some times, when he returned to the safe home you built together, Levi broke down.
And today was one of those days. Levi's face was long. His eyebags looked extra heavy and dark. His shoulders seemed too heavy for his spine to lift. You immediately went to your husband. You pulled his jacket from his lanky arms and draped it on the coat rack.
Levi signed heavily. His fingers worked through the bottons of his shirt. As soon as he peeled his shirt off, you could see the red mark of harness on his skin. You led him into the bathroom and undressed him. You sat him on a stool and went to grab some hot water from the kettle.
Quietly, you washed Levi with a cloth. You knew he was too tired to speak and you wouldn't ask a thing until he was ready to share. You dried Levi with a clean towel and helped him up. You made your way into the bedroom together, and waiting for you was the clean pyjamas you pulled from the closet earlier.
After Levi dressed himself, he sat by the bed. You came back after checking the doors and windows were locked just to find him where you left him. You knew he needed some privacy.
So you climbed behind him and wrapped your arms around his chest. You leaned your cheek on his back, pressing your chest onto his skin, letting him feel your heartbeat. Slowly, Levi started to shake and soft weeps escaped his lips. You held him tighter, kissing his back to ensure him that things will get better.
Levi's soft weeps turned into loud cries. Fat tears dripped from his chin onto your arms. You rubbed his chest to comfort him. After what felt like hours, he finally turned around, allowing you to pull him into your embrace.
You held him close, resting your chin on his head, ruubing his back and shoulder as he cried into your chest. It shattered your heart to see him broken like this. The man you loved being broken by this ugly world, but he always tried him very best to make it better.
You held him and held him and held him until he was dozing off. You laid him down gently and pulled the sheets over his shoulders. You left a kiss on his forehead, and protected your broken angel in your arms while he slept through the night.
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garou-art · 2 months
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🔪✌️ when your bf disappears into the mountains but he's totally fine now
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marblerose-rue · 1 year
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click for better quality!
it's this way! / squirrelpaw and leafpaw
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midnightdemonhunter · 25 days
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But don't worry. By then, he wants to.
(@romanromulus :D )
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midnight-moth · 8 months
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Need some fluffy RainDrop maybe with Phantom? Of them just needing to cuddle and sleep after a few rough shows in a row like they've been doing. Maybe Phantoms absolutely exhausted and really craving affection and cuddled but doesn't think he's allowed to join in with any of the pack (especially Rain and Dew) but they bring him in for cuddles and give him all the affection he needs (they all need tbh, especially Rain after that video you posted earlier) <3
Sometimes it’s better not to ask. What’s wrong? What do you need? How can I help? Those questions are better suited to someone who might be able to answer them. And maybe he could, with time and perspective. Maybe not.
Phantom doesn’t know what’s wrong after all. It was all so much fun. A loud disarray of sound and light and applause. Which he enjoyed. So why does he feel like a pumpkin left on the steps after Halloween? All the guts scraped out but for a short while you were filled with warmth, a soft glow that lit up everyone around you.
But now he feels hollow, discarded. He’s fingers drift across one of the plush bats tossed to him on stage. It has a red ribbon tied around its neck. He’s so happy everyone knows how much he loves bats. He isn’t sure how they knew. But he doesn’t know them, what they love, he can’t give them anything back. Just a few hours of his time, a piece of paper with song names on it, a small triangular piece of plastic.
And he realizes that no, they don’t know him at all. Not really. But that isn’t what really gets to him, makes him toss and turn at night, leaves him staring at the ceiling all night. Listening to the muffled sounds of sleep, or the occasional moan or hiss disrupts the near silence.
It’s that he’s surrounded by the same ghouls day in, day out, and they must understand how he feels. And he can see how they all lean harder and harder on one another, ritual after ritual after ritual.
But he doesn’t know that he’s supposed to assume. That he’s allowed to lean too. Rest his weary head on Mountain’s shoulder. Ask for Dew’s burning fingers to dig into his sore muscles. Let Swiss absolutely smother him in a never-ending bear hug. Dissolve into the tattered sofa while Aurora rakes her claws across his scalp. Just be close, let them dry his eyes, a respite for his tear-stained pillowcase.
And the others, they don’t realize that they should offer. Aurora, the self proclaimed pack princess, from day 0 she had no issue asking any of them to piggy back her 4’10” frame when her feet hurt, to wrap their bodies around her like blankets at night when she was cold.
He wonders how loneliness can simultaneously feel like a gaping void, and yet have such presence. Taking up so much room in his body, when he wraps his arms around his ribs and squeezes he can feel it butting up against his insides. He wonders how there’s any room left for his heart and his lungs but they keep beating and inflating anyway.
Perhaps there was something written on his face that day, those particular lines carving a new expression on his face that they’d never seen before. Perhaps that energy they felt when he was summoned, the kind that they were sure caused the ground to shake, felt dull.
Rain noticed first, and Dew merely had to follow his line of sight throughout the day to see for himself. The way Phantom’s body sagged when he wasn’t on stage anymore. That he was barely lifting his feet off the ground as he moved about the venue.
The thud his body made when he collapsed into his bunk that night was like the exclamation at the end of the thought Rain and Dew had both been finding words for that day.
A long run on sentence that contained why didn’t we notice sooner and why didn’t he say anything and have we made him feel unwelcome, unwanted? That last thought, it had teeth, and they dug right into the most tender scar Dew possessed.
At first Phantom thought the depressions in the mattress around him were an illusion. He jumped when fingers connected with his shoulder, nearly smacking his head against the low ceiling.
But soon hands we’re guiding him back down, arms worming their way underneath his ribs and wrapping him up back to front. Rain’s cool hand soothing the ache in his head. Dew’s body heat softening the rigid form his contracted muscles forced him in to.
He tries to speak but the only thing that comes out is a ragged little croak. So Rain presses a kiss to his lips to silence him. It says tell us later, rest now.
“Sorry we made you wait so long, bug.” Dew murmurs in his ear. He doesn’t think he’s ever heard that gentle lilt in his voice before. “But we’re here now. All of us are here, for you.”
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taylorlq · 7 months
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when taylor is your comfort person 💖
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noire-soiree · 5 days
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i think i’m brainrotting on splatoon now oh god
i had a dream that i was a sanitized octoling and i was getting rushed to the hospital because people thought i was sick wtf
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voidchillz · 13 days
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A soft little goodbye to boopril, we booped our last 🩷🐾
ijag!sans belongs to @htsan
catnomaly belongs to @im-cold-yet-warm
boops belong to @sans
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itsguysnightitsironic · 6 months
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EVIL MIDNIGHT 4: Where the bingo when.
This IS a cry for help, I have no context for this one, good luck.
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B I N G O IN MY HOUSE?
also have the comic without any text because IT IS pretty.
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At less Lethica is-
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moo-blogging · 6 months
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Imagine finding Levi alive in Marley after the war.
Tight hugs. Ugly cries. Long long kisses. Emotional eye contact and never letting go of each other.
You chant his name like it's the only vocabulary you know. Nothing in your head except him. Him in your arms again.
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septemberkisses · 10 months
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it'll be alright it'll be alright it'll be alright it'll be alright it'll be alright it'll be alright it'll be alright it'll be alright it'll be alright it'll be alright it'll be alright it'll be alright it'll be alright it'll be alright it'll be alright it'll be alright it'll be alright it'll be alright it'll be alright it'll be alright it'll be alright it'll be alright it'll be alright it'll be alright it'll be alright it'll be alright it'll be alright it'll be alright it'll be alright it'll be alright it'll be alright it'll be alright it'll be alright it'll be alright it'll be alright it'll be alr—
And I chant it like a mantra, in the hopes that it might actualise
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The fact that Taylor has released the same amount of albums under Universal/Republic in less than half the time when she was with Big Machine, really makes me wonder about all of the potential things she could’ve done if instead of having to fight tooth and nail for everything, they had granted her more creative freedom and trusted her.
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frickingnerd · 9 months
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bruised hearts heal slowly
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pairing: nemuri kayama / midnight x gn!reader
summary: you come back home bruised and your girlfriend worries about what might have happened...
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"wow, which villain beat you up like that~?"
midnight teased as you entered your shared apartment, visibly bruised and your head hanging low. you didn't even reply to her teasing, which immediately made her stop joking around and get serious. 
"hey, what's wrong?"
midnight got up, quickly stepping in front of you and gently placing her hands on your side, only for you to flinch in pain. 
"did this happen at work…?" she feared what would be if this wasn't a work injury. "or did someone…" 
"i'm fine…"
you attempted to brush her off and slip past her, but midnight grabbed your arm and stopped you, causing you to yelp in pain as tears shot into your eyes. 
"you're not fine. don't lie to me!"
she removed her hand from you, not wanting to hurt you any further.
"i won't push you to tell me about it right away, alright? but i will treat your wounds! and maybe afterwards you're more willing to tell me about what happened…"
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