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[themostlovelyandlonelyboy]

[neuroticpeach]

Hey TKDB fandom!

working on an art and y'all are super kind and wonderful resources. ❤️

I'm looking on my own of course but—

Where are some of the maybe most detailed images of Kaito's pendant? any advice greatly appreciated alongside my scouring of images and the net

thank you in advance, I love you

[tokkaalaboca]

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♡ Warning; The following story doesn't explicitly say anything, but It is from a perspective that is (obviously) not doing good. You have been warned.

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It was too ea𝕣ly to b𝕖 doing 𝕒𝕝l th𝕚s; 𝕥he senseless watching, senseless stalking, all over something so insignificant that if 𝕪ou were seeing it from someone you knew or a stranger; you’d’ve scoffed at their ridiculousness. But 𝕙ere yo𝕦 a𝕣e, watching, waiting.. Yearning. Yearning for a 𝕥ype of life you can never have, a life you’ve alway𝕤 wanted. The kind of life you dont deserve. 

In.. One, two, three.. Out… One, two, three. In... One, two, three.. Out... 

Breat𝕙es so gentle, so even, so calm𝕚ng, relaxing, you just can’t help but to listen. Moving ever so closely, the smell hits you all at once; the scent of old books, a hint of sandalwood and musk, scents you never knew coul𝕕 complim𝕖nt each other the 𝕓𝕖st, but is that true? Or is it only t𝕙𝕚s twisted love saying that? 

In.. Out.. In.. Out..

Ski𝕟, so soft, smooth to the touch; as if touching silk, silk, silk.. Silky eyes, silky hair, silky everything. Perfect. A masterpiece. More, you want, no, you nee𝕕 more. To feel their h𝕒nd in yours, to 𝕗eel their bre𝕒th tickle agais𝕟𝕥 your neck th𝕒t immediately rai𝕤es goosebumps, to just feel them, to revel in all they are! That's all 𝕪ou want! All you need! But how do you verbalize that to them when you can barely even understand this? How can you explain this obsession that has no rhyme or reason? That exists solely on an escape of reality; nothing more than a fantasy? But is that really what it is? Is it more than what you think it to be? Is it more than what you try to make it out to seem? Is it truly an obsession if you're only burying everything you're scared of? Truly the nightmare you think it to be?

In. Out. In. Out.

Why?! Why does it have to be like this? Why can't you just love like a normal person?! Why can't you just BE normal?! Be everything that you aren't?! Something you’ve always craved to be! Why can't you just tell them? Tell them everything; the good, the bad, the horrible and the worst. They’ve seen your worst, they’ve practically seen it all. But how can you show them your best after that? It isn’t like it's a secret. You just don’t know how to act. You're childish, irritatingly so, you overreact, you’re fucking you! You're horrible, of course they couldn’t want you, so now your stuck with these fleeting moments, stolen glances, where they only see you, like your the only light in their perfect life. Where regardless of the outside world, regardless of every hurtful comment they made unknowingly; you actually matter to them. Of course you’re still stuck on a fantasy. You’ll forever be stuck in a prison of your own making, thanks to your waiting. You’ll forever dwell on the what-ifs, the faux attention, the everything they show you when it’s just you two. So here you are; yearning to reach out, grab their hand, card your fingers through their hair, to feel the warmth radiating from them, but that will never happen as you're too much of a coward to tell them. So you sit here, reliving old memories spent oh-so carelessly with them. Their long gone; spending time with another.

IN, OUT, IN, OUT!

A prison of your own making, nothing more, nothing less. Days pass, the weeks turn into months, but the pain refuses to dull. Refuses to Leave you be, refuses to just.. Disappear. To stop hurting. Why? Why hurt yourself over something you knew could never work out in the first place? (Because you're an idiot.) Stuck in memories that were nothing more than a pesky flea to him, but were worth more than any jewel in the world to you. Hate. Hate, hate, hate! You hate this! You hate the fact you can’t control this one vital aspect of your life! Doomed to repeat the mistakes of so many people before you, all because of your twisted sense of love. Because, no matter who you try to be; you’ll always be you; someone that will always fail. Someone worth nothing more than a single glance.

~Tokka♡

A/N; Wow. It's been a minute. Classes have me occupied, but I have been working on 'Denial Is A River V.2' So that can be expected within the next week or so. Thank you to the few who ACTUALLY care enough to read whatever garbage I decide to write; It always puts a smile on my face seeing that someone liked a post. Have a good rest of your day/night/or whatever ♡

[themostlovelyandlonelyboy]

My favorite one is the one of Ristu and Romeo. But idk the Luca one is kinda making me giggle. And the birthday boy Subaru can do no wrong, obviously.

[themostlovelyandlonelyboy]

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[themostlovelyandlonelyboy]

Dear Ren,

If this letter has found its way into your hands, I'm sorry. It means the reality of our real-world horror has caught up to me, and I'm a Kyklos now. I know it's kind of your thing to slack off, to only serve your own interests. But I think putting others first comes to you more naturally than you let on. When it comes down to it, I know you will do the right thing. Ren, please look after and take care of Towa. I know you can make Haru and I proud. I know you're capable of committing to Jabberwock. Even if you insist, you'd be better off in another house. Frostheim would be too cold for you, Mortkranken would demand too much of you, I know you're too scared to go anywhere near Vagastrom. You aren't able to transfer to Obscuary since you're human. Sinostra is. . . Well, I hope you wouldn't choose Sinostra. Something tells me you wouldn't fit in. Maybe you could transfer to Hotarubi. But honestly, I can't see you anywhere other than Jabberwock.

I know you can't stand being in Jabberwock. I know you hate everything about it. Even the jumpsuit. But I don't think you'd be happier in a different house. I think you'd be just as miserable. I know everyone just sees you as this arrogant slacker, but when you care about someone, you don't slack off. You don't worry about how much work something is. You just do it. So now I'm asking you, as my friend, to do the easier thing. Stop fighting your natural talent to be a leader. The resistance is so much greater than if you just accept the responsibility.

Please, Ren, I know me being gone is really going to hurt Towa. He might be angry and lash out at you, but if you care about me at all, you'll stay by his side. Even if he tried pushing you away. Just accept him. No matter how much he resists. That's all he wants. It's all he's looking for. Is to be loved and accepted. Remember how good it felt to share a part of yourself with me? That's all Towa wants, too. I'm sorry we never got to see Dead Hand 2. But I hope you find someone special to share that with. Even if it's not me.

I'm going to miss seeing the softer sides of you. I wish I had more time to get close to you. You can be prickly like a cactus, or sweet like the flower that adorns it. For my sake, choose to be the flower if you can.

-The second biggest fan of the Dead Hand franchise