four be nice to maryo challenge (impossible)
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Sometimes I think my awful asshole Christopher is just a product of the CCF and in canon he’s a nice and chill guy (I mean, that’s how most of his fans portray him)
Then I go into Duel Links and start obscenely crying because he’s criticizing my every move with his velvety voice
No, no, asshole Chris is Very Real and has the attitude of a 40 year old dance mom
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❝ Got a death wish, brat? ❞ Bold words for someone who's currently on the ground, one wing heavily injured and bleeding out behind him. Doesn't stop him from being bitter toward the Niwa brat though! | one liner for @dnangelic ✎
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i’m in my mephistopheles enemies to lovers era
except the enemy part is one sided
pls just let it be our lovers era i want you so bad
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barely started this and marcus already insulted someone (unfortunately it was dani)
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Lee in Panini PGR: I often play video games with Kamui :)
Lee in the actual game: fuck this guy in particular
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Mithra:
but also Mithra with his fucking personality—
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dnangelic replied:
i hope the grinch clubs you over the head and drags you away into its grinch-domicile
PARDON MY RUDENESS BUT WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM ???
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satoru physically withers and crumbles every time you return his belongings. he doesn’t know how to tell you that he can only accidentally on purpose leave his glasses on your nightstand, or his jacket on your couch, or his shirt in your laundry so many times before he loses his mind. every time you don’t take he bait, he folds into himself and wonders why you don’t love him anymore and it costs him $22.50 to hear ieiri tell him to suck it up and use his words because he literally has to buy her company (and drinks).
but when you do take the bait, when you do wear his things, satoru thinks it’s all worth it. he can’t explain why it does what it does to him. it’s a sinister kind of possession he wants to have over you, knowing you’re your own person, free to do as you please, but also knowing you’re caged in him. it’s a lovesick kind of gooeyness that melts his heart seeing you fumble with the sleeves of a sweater that’s too long for you. it’s the vision of you seeing you drowning in him—in his clothes, in his things, in him, in him, in him. he’s selfish, he wants to consume you in as many ways as possible, wants you to drown in him, would die happily knowing you were one tenth as enraptured by him as he is with you. he doesn’t know how or why or when you gained so much power over him, but he doesn’t care, he doesn’t want you to ever stop, so if he has to keep pretending to leave his clothes and bags and glasses around then so be it.
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