But when I closed my eyes,
it felt like a concert just for me.
seen from China
seen from China
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Philippines

seen from Czechia
seen from United States
seen from Germany

seen from T1
seen from Netherlands

seen from United States
seen from New Zealand

seen from Czechia
seen from Netherlands
seen from New Zealand

seen from United States
seen from Netherlands
seen from Türkiye
seen from Mexico
But when I closed my eyes,
it felt like a concert just for me.
man I love Hod she's so much more deeply fucked up and unbearable than I thought
also sorry for discord screenshots but here are my thoughts immediately after reading all of Hod's announcer lines
man. explodes
"I'm the dog they put with cheetahs to keep them from going crazy in captivity" x "I'm the cheetah that is threatening to go crazy" 4 ever
(I make a webcomic about them)
i am so attatched to these characters and for what
mouse amd spraypaint (weeping)
pardison on my mind.....
theres a time and place for fucking and the morgue is not it.... freaks...
chigiri gets a proper kiss for his happy belated birthday. in private. from mei-chan.
the moment feels suspended, as if the world has narrowed to just the two of them. it’s quiet, save for the soft hum of his pulse in his ears, each beat quick and frantic, like a bird fluttering its wings against a cage. her words had lingered earlier, teasing and unashamed, but this—this is different. there’s no one else around, no teasing edge to her voice, just a softness that feels almost disarming. when mei leans in, chigiri’s breath catches in his throat. his heart, already racing, stumbles into an uneven rhythm, pounding so hard he feels it in every inch of him. he tries to think of something to say, anything at all, but the words stick, heavy and useless, as if his body refuses to cooperate.
her lips are soft against his lips, barely a brush, but it’s enough to set his world alight. warmth spreads from the spot like a ripple in still water, radiating out and leaving his skin tingling. it’s delicate, fleeting, but it stays with him, etched into his memory like a gentle brand. he feels caught between two forces—one that tells him to pull away, to laugh it off and pretend he doesn’t care, and another, deeper, quieter one that wants to stay in this moment just a little longer. his hands hover awkwardly at his sides, unsure of what to do, and he ducks his head slightly, hiding the red that blossoms across his cheeks like a fire he can’t contain.
it’s overwhelming, the way she makes him feel—like he’s running at full speed, the wind rushing past him, but his feet never touch the ground. her actions stir something inside him, something he doesn’t fully understand but can’t ignore. it’s not just the kiss, though that alone would be enough to leave him reeling. it’s the way she carries herself, the way her presence seems to pull him in like gravity.
he doesn’t know what to call this feeling. it’s not the same as the determination he feels on the field or the relief of victory. it’s something softer, more vulnerable—a quiet ache that settles in his chest, both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. when he finally manages to look at her, his voice is barely above a whisper, and it trembles just enough to betray him. “thank you."
the words leave his lips in a whisper, soft and barely there, but before he can second-guess himself, something inside him stirs—a boldness that catches even him by surprise. his hand moves without thought, fingers curling gently around her wrist, then sliding to her arm, the touch firm but careful, as though she might vanish if he isn’t gentle enough. his lips meet hers, hesitant at first, testing, like the first brush of rain after a long drought. but as the moment stretches, something shifts, deepening, grounding him in a way he hasn’t felt in what seems like forever. it’s soft, unsteady, and perfect in its imperfection—a spark igniting a flame he didn’t realize was there.
her scent surrounds him, light and intoxicating, and he feels her body tense under his touch before relaxing, melting into him like she belongs there. it’s overwhelming—the heat, the closeness, the way his heart feels like it might burst—but he doesn’t pull away, not yet. not until he feels the faintest, hesitant pressure of her lips responding to his, sending a jolt of something electric through him.
when he finally pulls back, his cheeks are flushed, and his breaths come shallow and quick, but he doesn’t let go of her arms. instead, he looks at her, really looks at her, his gaze searching and filled with something raw and unguarded. “sorry,” he murmurs, though the way his thumb brushes against her arm says otherwise. “i just… i couldn’t let that be it.”
his voice is quieter now, almost shy, but there’s a steadiness beneath the embarrassment, a quiet resolve that feels new and exhilarating. he doesn’t know what comes next, doesn’t know if she’ll laugh or push him away, but for once, he doesn’t care. for this moment, she’s here, and that’s enough.