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*giggles* omg remus ur soooo funny!! and interesting!! tell me more about that book you’re reading! teehee >~<
Jaws (small gift fic~)
((That doodle you did with Tempo trying to fix his jaw post-Clutter inspired me, so please accept this angstly drabble. Hopefully he’s in character…)) - @qwertythepopstarian08
“Why. Won’t. It. Close?”
A series of broken, barely stifled sobs exited the square as he tried again to force his jaws shut, quivering. Viscous, most likely acidic saliva dripped from his exposed fangs, trickling from his gaping maw and pooling in his hands, burning him a bit.
He could hardly see, even with the slowly fading pink glow illuminating everything around him and casting a horrendous rose shade over his surroundings. The lights were all busted; Tempo figured that Clutter… that he must’ve destroyed them in a fit of manic rage.
So here he was, huddled up in the corner in the dark, his fingers digging into the sides of his face as he vainly tried to close his own mouth.
“Please… please go back.”
He was unsure how he was even able to speak like this. He wasn’t sure he even wanted to know how his current form worked anymore, and the mere thought of being… stuck like this made his heart quicken, a painfully tight sensation blossoming in his chest.
No matter how he tried to calm down, the pink just…. stayed. It barely faded, and it wasn’t spreading, so the square was forced to just watch it, seeing the threatening color, the very corruption that he fought to keep at bay, reflecting across anything shiny that its glow fell upon.
He whimpered, “Close… close, close close…” He eventually resorted to tugging at the bottom portion of his head, thinking the possibility of snapping it off better than this.
Of all the things he could’ve gotten stuck as… why couldn’t it have been TIO Form?
He’d only seen glimpses of Clutter’s… appearance in passing, but he’d seen and heard just enough to know that his other half wasn’t something he wanted to turn into again any time soon. He’d nearly switched just now. One burst of aggression and frustration, one moment of unchecked anger, and what normally would have been a normal argument nearly morphed into carnage.
Tempo wanted nothing more than to apologize to poor Allegro for that…. display. No one deserved to see their caretaker in such a state. Sure, it was a heated discussion… he was angry, yes, but…. he didn’t have to snap like that.
Yet… he couldn’t bear to show his face, not like this. He traced the edges of his head, wincing as he still felt spiky protrusions jutting out. He probably looked just like any other corrupted shape now… a monster. He was supposed to be the hero… and the hero shouldn’t scare children.
He sighed shakily. He had to face his problems somehow. What kind of hero fell apart at the first sign of danger? With that thought, his eyes flickered, casting a softer pink glow on his surroundings as he stood.
His jaw still hung open. Spikes still jutted from his head. Judging by the nauseous feeling that was quickly filling his core, he figured that his saliva was still made of the strange, pink, viscous… stuff… that Clutter seemed to constantly produce.
But inside, he was still Tempo…. he hoped. He adjusted his scarf, his eyes flashing purposefully.
He steeled himself for what he was about to see… then faced the mirror.
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Fluffy Ymir Head Canons
Ymir is my bby and needs to be protected at all costs.
▪ let me just say, being in a relationship with Ymir is such a blessing omg
▪ very clingy, she’s always with you holding your hand or cuddling you
▪ hella protective
▪ like if she sees anyone who isn’t herself flirting with you she will send them the deadliest glare istg
▪ gets super jealous if she sees you talking with other people instead of her
▪ but she always understands and gives you your space
▪ very supportive, she loves when your eyes light up when talking about something you love
▪ she loves it when you lay your head on her shoulder while she wraps her arm around you, it makes her content knowing you’re safe and secure
▪ if she sees that you’re feeling down she’ll make shitty ass jokes to make you smile
▪ talks about marrying you 24/7, she really gets a kick out of seeing you get flustered
▪ cute nicknames for eachother
▪ gives you head massages when you’re stressed
▪ she’s opened up to you about everything
▪ and no matter what you promised to stay by her side
▪ “Your past is what makes you, you. The you I fell in love with. I promise I’ll never leave.”
▪ falls farther in love with you everyday
▪ “Ah the things you do to me (Name)”
it’s weird watching a youtuber play vice city while they also drop the biggest financial lesson of a lifetime
as much as i love my ocs, i can never get myself to draw the comic asdfghjkl;’
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