look somebody needs to draw the less appreciated guys in this game and someone also needs to mourn a blobfish
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look somebody needs to draw the less appreciated guys in this game and someone also needs to mourn a blobfish
JESUS FUCKING CHRIST
As per request of my amazing moot: How would Evie and Ace react when seeing eachother in wedding attire?
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Ghost bride Ace.
Evie's never really been one to care much for looks when it comes to romance, it's just not her main priority. In a partner she suppose all she wants is somebody to confide in, somebody that would help her relax when she needed to slow down and catch her breath. Who needed a handsome boy when she could have somebody who knew her like the back of their hand?
Ace was not that person. Not even close. Yet, here she was, frozen in place like she was playing stick in the mud with wide eyes the size of a fishes staring dead infront of her. Unblinking. Sparkling. Locked on target. Ori simply snickered at her side, but Evie didn't even have the strength to move and jab her. She couldn't, that would mean looking away from him. For the first time, Evie genuinely felt weak, the pit of her stomach churning as she felt a tight squeak choke her throat. How in any universe had this ridiculous clown turned into most probably the most handsome man she'd seen in her life, and all for a bratty ghost girl? Unbelievable!!! Trying to move her body felt like wading through the sea, and she dare not open her mouth incase she let slip an embarrassing squeal or strangled confession.
She felt her teeth sink into the skin of her lip, her chest growing warm and full as her heart swelled like a balloon. If she didn't know any better she'd think she was dying, her face flushing vibrant shades of plum as heat rushed to her cheeks like customers at cafe rush hour. What made it even worse? He looked at her. Piercing red eyes that moved over her like smooth waves, as if it was a practiced motion. He seemed so already familiar with her features, the way he looked at her, and catching his gaze made her breath hitch. That sweet stare, ones filled with a sparkling affection and confidence that she'd only ever known in his late night texts or "accidental" phone calls, felt like a punch to the gut. He might as well wrench out her heart and take at that point, and the softness in which smiled at her sealed any possible exit. There was absolutely no way she could deny it now. Not a chance.
A few minutes later Evie left the room fair some air, but believe me the image of his sparkling face was burned into her retinas.
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Music Box Memorial Evie.
Ace was nervous. If course he was, what else was he supposed to be in this moment?? He'd just spent half of his day planning a makeshift wish.com wedding for a talking music box. Well, no, less for the music box and more for Evie. Scratch that, completely and utterly for Evie. He had barely seen her since they'd finished setting up the venue, and even during it her prescence was sparce. It infuriated him to no end, and he found himself missing her the longer people came to nag him about where things should be. It's not like it was a real ceremony, there was no need to take it so seriously....
But the way Evie had looked at him, those pleading golden eyes that simmered brighter than any star he'd ever seen. Gold jewellery couldn't even compare to a look like that, shining with affection and longing he'd never seen grace her face before. That desperation, that hidden vulnerability she held close behind the walls of strength and obligation, it fascinated him. More than he'd ever wanted to admit. He adored that face, the one she made when she wanted something so bad she'd let herself go for it. It lasted only a moment, but it felt more like an eternity. Staring into those perfect eyes, how could he ever refuse? It was like trying to say no to a fluffy rabbit that was thumping and bumping non-stop.
He'd almost become completely lost in his own head before he felt a sharp jab at his side. Riddle, who was standing behind the podium with the music box glared at him firmly. "Look to your left, stop getting distracted! This really isn't the time to disobey my orders." he hissed. At first, Ace wanted to snap back, but upon glancing quickly to his left he saw her, and his entire body went still. He felt the air escape his lungs, passing his lips in a shaky exhale as to prevent any chance of him screaming. He'd seen Evie in pretty dresses before, he'd always loved watching her twirl through the crowds at themeparks, ruffles fluttering around her thighs, the bow in her hair bouncing like the flutter of wings, but never in his life had he sewn Evie in something this elegant. Ace's chest felt tighten, as if his heart was being squeezed by cupid himself. He had no idea what in that moment had taken over him, but the way her face lit up when she finally saw him again was enough to make his eyes sting. A very quiet, very strangled gasp slipped past his lips, and if you'd looked at his face in any other angle you might have assumed he was in pain. His eyes followed her every movement, the squint of her eyes, the rise of her cheeks, the curve of her lips. The way her eyes simmered in that very same manner, but this time not in fear but appreciation. Affection. Love.
In that moment, he had a clear stream of consciousness. One singular phrase that had changed his whole worldview.
"I WANT you."
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I just think they're silly @oh-hopeless-heart
biking is amazing i didn't know i'd missed it so much!
my 40$ sweet prince
Hey guys, lovely day it is, just watched Good Omens season 2 !
Love does not exist trust is meant to be broken joy is inevitable lead to its end and nothing in life has ever been made of actual tangible matter it is all sand and flowing away till there is nothing left you can have all you ever want les but at prices you are mortified to pay-.
Oh coffee shop lesbians and delightful ships sailing oh delightful things!
If the mastermind gave amami a punishment themed to his ultimate(s?) i think it would be fun and fresh if he was trying to survive in the wild somewhere and he ended up having to jump off a ledge and was stuck hanging onto the ledge trying to avoid dropping down into some kinda torture down under him but ALSO while he’s hanging there he’s wide open everywhere and it would be terrible :) if something started tickling him :) to make him drop down into the tks below :) trying to protect himself :)
OH NO POOR RANTARO
this is so epic though like!! he doesnt wanna let go cuz then itll be 1000x worse but its sooo hard to not let go bc Tickl
The sky is torn asunder. From the rip in the fabric of reality, hordes of winged denizens, malformations of eyes and mouths and claws. In the center of the dark rift comes a messenger, clad in armor the color of pitch. Her hands were out turned towards you. Below her visor, her mouth opened, revealing teeth that were too sharp and a voice that could not be unheard. She spoke: B̵̧̘̻̟̺̿͛͋̓͜ ̪͎̯̉ͨ̃I̳̥̠̐ͦ̅ ̩̩͇͖͎͓̒͑ͬ͌̒ͥ̏͊̿R̷̢͇̭͓̅͐ ͑̀͒̾͏̸̺̘̣̭͞Ţ̷͔̝̣̳̺̦̄̓ͯ̒ͅ ̧̢̻͙̰̺̱̓̊H̸̛̘̳ͫ͗ͮ̿͜
im love her