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I Am Not Your Enemy
grim x masc reader
(reader does not have a specified gender, but is stated to not identify as a woman)
warnings: (reader) breakdowns, online grooming (done to the reader), reader refers to themself as a slut and a whore once each, heavily self-indulgent and based on my own experiences, hand holding and hugging, use of grim's real name, mentioned self-harm, grammar + spelling mistakes, please tell me if i forgot any
word count: 3107
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You feel… itchy. Very itchy.
Not an itch that made any sense. A spontaneous itch that covers your entire body. But your skin isn't dry either. It makes you want to tear into it and rip out your tendons. To scratch until you're red and bleeding onto your flooring and chair.
Maybe it has to do with the anxiety pooling into your chest. the heavy weight that lays there, making your heart pound to try and escape. The quickened breaths of your suffocating lungs.
The bright screen of your laptop glares you down. The old messages you had sent to Casper glaring even harder.
The words making out more… suggestive messages. In-depth words about how you'd touch him, how you'd feel him. What your skin contact would be like. To think that it was just about holding his hand. To think that you sent those, even though it has been a while since you sent them.
Messages that you swear you've seen before. Years prior and on a social app you shouldn't've been on. After all, your parents wanted to protect you from online predators. But, they still got to you. It's not like you were exactly protecting yourself.
Suggestive messages filled with what they'd to you. How they'd touch your skin and they'd feel. How they'd undress, how they-
"Sunshine?" a voice cuts off your thoughts.
Your head snaps to the doorway to your apartment. There stands your boyfriend, Casper, donning his usual attire. Not that you can make it out well, your face is blurry from tears, after all.
When did you start crying?
Your body tells you to run. To run from Casper and to get out of there. Telling you that he's just like them. You're just a body, you aren't a person to him. No doubt he talks about you behind your back. He views you as some slut, some whore. Somebody that he'll use then discard. Who knows who else he's done that to.
He'll fuck you- or you'll fuck him- then he'll leave you right after. He'll get what he wanted then leave. Maybe he'll take your soul while he's at it! After all, he's a grim reaper! It's insane to think he doesn't want it!
It doesn't matter if this goes against everything you know about Casper. You're right, you have to be. You've been through this already.
Something cold presses against your hot cheeks and you slap away whatever's touching you. Your world blurs for a moment, a thud then a sharp pain that shoots up from your bottom.
Casper's above you. His face is too blurry from your tears to make out. Gods he's above you, he's gonna make you-
"Sunshine, look at me," Casper calls out to you. when you look at him, he's on his knees in front of you. his hands held in the air as if telling you he won't touch you again.
Your shaking hands reach up to wipe the tears that drip from your eyes. You can barely make anything out into detailed shapes. Your boyfriend is just a blur of some colors. His red eyes still stand out among the grey and whites.
"Get away from me," you choke out, "don't touch me."
The red blurs of his eyes get bigger. You assume he had widened them, but you still make it out fully. There's a distant sound of Casper's shoes shuffling against your wooden flooring. Your eyes begin to clear up from the tears. They fall down your cheeks, but you simply wipe them. You don't want to look even more vulnerable.
You look up to Casper, staring into his red eyes. He seems worried.
A part of you thinks it's fake.
A part of you knows that this is fake.
His look of worry is just one to hide his own feelings. He's pretending he's being worried so he can get you to lower your guard. Then he'll use your body. With sweet words, he'll whisper that fills you with too much guilt to say no. You'll want to die after, then he'll leave you.
Only to come back again and repeat the damned cycle.
You want to run, but you feel cornered. He's kneeling in front of you, keeping you from running away. He's gonna hold you down. He'll-
"Sunshine," Casper's voice makes it sound like he's pleading with you, "please tell me what's wrong."
His eyes meet yours. Casper takes a step back to give you space.
Will he jump on you when you try to run?
"Don't touch me," you demand.
Casper raises his gloved hands once again, he takes another step back from you, "I won't touch you. What's wrong?"
You look at him with inquisitive eyes. Why's he acting like this? He wants to touch you, does he not? Maybe he's just pretending to care about how you feel.
You see Casper's concerned expression twist into one of surprise. He looks down at you, eyes widened by a fraction, dark eyebrows raised up.
He opens his mouth to speak, "Sunshine, why do you look like that? Did I say something wrong?"
Your gaze hardens. Why is he playing dumb? He knows what he wants. He knows that he wants you. Why?
He must be trying to put you in a false sense of security. Then it's easier for him to undress you. For him to mutter in your ear how much you want him.
"You want to touch me don't you?" you look at him, incredulously, "so do it."
"You don't want me to."
"Why do you care?"
You see that Casper visibly flinches back. His expression changes several times in a matter of seconds. From shock, to anger, to a form of despair, to worry.
"I'm not going to touch you."
"But don't you?"
"Do you want me to?"
A shiver wracks through your body. You feel your blood rush and your heart beats rapidly in your chest. You feel as if it's going to burst out any second. The question rings in your ears. He's trying to tempt you, isn't he?
"Do you want me to?"
When you say no, he'll have an ugly face. One that'll haunt you. One that asks- demands permission. Permission given that completely strips you of consenting to it. Then he'll smile. He'll say you're a good girl despite you not being one. He'll hush your protests with his lips.
It doesn't matter if you say no. You might as well just be saying yes. You just need to be convinced.
The words are a lump in your throat. Those three letters, singular syllable, refuse to come out. Just say yes goddammit it saves you the fucking trouble!
"No," your voice shakes as you speak. You feel pathetic.
"Alright," Casper nods to you, "I won't."
"Why not?"
It seems like a stupid question. But, you have to ask. Why doesn't he want to?
"You don't want me to, right? I won't touch you until you say so."
There's silence in the room. You know Casper wants to speak. He opens his mouth just to close it a few times.
"I'll be back," is all he says before leaving from your apartment window. When did he even open it?
Your legs shake as you stand. Luckily, due to your small apartment, your bed is only a stumble away. As you let yourself fall onto your mattress, your mind begins to wander… to Casper.
He didn't want to touch you. Not because he didn't desire you, it's because you didn't want him to. Something that other people would scoff at and say is the bare minimum. But, it's something you aren't used to. Well, you had barely said no to anyone's demands. Always eager to please.
Despite the pain and trauma it had caused. Those same memories and emotions still haunt you years later.
You don't know when you fell asleep. All you remember is thinking of Casper and what you had experienced. Then, you woke up. With the blue sky changing to an orange.
Casper still isn't back either. It's just you, your plant, and your pet.
You take hold of your pet, gently. Holding them in your lap and gently stroking them. It's nice, creating a small bubble of pleasant feelings in your chest. It's easy.
A few minutes seem to pass. You're still in a bit of a daze from earlier events. You must've been asleep for at least an hour.
There's a distant noise that you can't really hear. Your pet looks up, you follow their gaze. A figure crawls into your room from your window. The familiar dark jacket and white hair stand out to you.
"Casper…?" you drawl. His eyes meet yours. His expression is one of concern. Why?
"I said I'd be back, didn't I?" he gives a smile to you, "I bought some food."
He places an emphasis on saying he bought it. It makes you think that he might've stolen the food. Those hesitant thoughts are cut short as Casper places the bag down in front of you.
It's some fast food place. WcBonalds, as you recall. You had eaten there a while ago, during another one of these episodes.
Casper sits at your desk chair. He stares at your hands, waiting for you to move. You notice how poor his posture is. His slumped back against the leather back of it. You wonder if a reaper like him faces back pain like a human like you.
Removing the food he had brought, you just stare at it for a moment.
"Are you… eating it with your eyes?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.
"I don't…" feel hungry is what you want to say. Though you doubt Casper will take that as an answer.
Despite not eating the entire day and having a breakdown, you didn't want to eat. The thought of it makes you feel queasy. Having the flavors invade your tongue. The texture lingering in your mouth. Choking on the food as it slides down your throat.
Thinking about eating makes you tired, not hungry.
Casper's eyes still linger on you. His eyebrows pinch together in a face of worry. At least, it could be worry. You feel like he's probably frustrated, too.
This isn't the first time he has to encourage you to eat.
"Can you at least drink a little, Sunshine?" Casper relents. He carries a sad look on his face.
You look at the drink Casper brought. A simple, standard cup of iced water from WcBonalds. Perhaps he didn't want you to choke on their famously aggressive soft drinks. It won't hurt to drink. Water is nice to drink, you're thirsty as well. It's easier to do than eat something as well.
You give a nod to Casper. His lips quirk up into a relieved smile as you take a sip of it.
"Slowly," Casper's voice is gentle as he speaks. You follow his words and take small, slow sips.
"I thought a grim reaper wouldn't know how to take care of someone," you move your lips from the straw and put it down. The food still stares up at you, waiting for you to eat it.
You sigh. Taking a fry and eating it. The expected salty taste invades your senses. It makes you feel sick, but you also realize how hungry you are.
"I'm good at taking care of you," Casper corrects you, "every other human I either fight or take their soul."
You give a nod to him, continuing to eat.
Now that Casper is with you and you aren't breaking down in front of him, you can ask him a question. The question that had been bothering you since he had left.
Why?
"Casper," you start. He looks to you, red eyes meeting yours, "why didn't you touch me?"
His expression is one of bewilderment, as if your words cut into him. He opens his mouth just to close it. You think Casper looks more like a fish than a grim reaper right now.
"You told me you didn't want me to," Casper sounds offended as he speaks.
"And you listened, why?" you eat a fry after the words fall from your lips. The salty taste lingers on your tongue.
"Why wouldn't I listen to you?"
"Because-"
Oh.
You can't come up with any response. Any reason that he'd go against your words die before they could even leave your mouth.
Casper lets out a sigh. He approaches you, sitting on your bed. His eyes still meeting yours.
"Can I hold your hand?"
The words sit in the air. You look down and stare at your hands.
Unlike a bit ago, you don't ache at the mere thought of being touched. In fact, maybe you want to be. For no other reason than you just crave a bit of contact.
So, you nod. Casper clicks his tongue. He doesn't seem satisfied with that response.
"I want your verbal consent, Sunshine. Not just a nod."
Another gap of silence. It's easier to just nod or shake your head than have to say it out loud.
"Yes," your voice shakes a bit with hesitancy. It's not that you don't want Casper to touch you- it's just hard to say you do.
"Sunshine," Casper's gloved hand brushes over your fingertips. When you don't pull your hand back or give any other sign of not wanting to be touched, Casper takes your hand in his.
His hand is cold, even through the gloves he wears. You know this. You've known this. Ever since Casper had gifted you a bouquet of roses all those weeks ago. You've continued to know it ever since that first week of "meeting" each other.
"Sunshine," Casper repeats, "look at me."
Your eyes meet up to his. Casper looks at you desperately. There's a bit of hurt in his expression. The cocky bastard of a grim reaper you know is replaced with someone filled with worry. You don't think you've ever seen him like this.
His hold on your hand is light, gentle. As if you'd break at the slightest bit of physical pressure. You don't know if that's true or not in your current mental state.
"Sunshine. I am not your enemy," his hold on your hand tightens the slightest bit, "I have never been your enemy. I will not do anything you don't want me to."
"But-"
"No," Casper's voice is firm, unbreakable. He's blunt in his statements, just as he has been before, "there is no but, if, and, or whatever else you mortals say. I am not working against you. Unless you are doing something truly stupid- which you probably will- I don't want to hurt you."
The statement flows through the open air. You can't seem to grasp onto it. The words Casper speaks are foreign to you. Reassurances that he won't use you like you have been before. You're… hesitant to accept such things being said to you.
It's not supposed to be like this.
Casper is supposed to use you, he's supposed to go against what you say, he's supposed to make you uncomfortable. But, he isn't.
In fact, he's doing the opposite.
He's helping you, he's doing what you want. He's touching you when you say he can.
Something warm drips down your cheek. You reach up and try to wipe away your tears. Emotions overflow and reveal themselves in the small space of your apartment. With only two other living beings to witness it and some food you've half forgotten about.
"Sunshine," your nickname falls from Casper's tongue. He says it so much these days. As if he's just stating the weather.
You look back up to Casper. His other hand hovers just before your face. The sheer frigid temperature he has goes against your heated body.
"May I?"
This time, you know he means that he's asking for your consent. Casper won't do anything without you saying so. If you say no, he backs off.
"Yes…" the words are sniffled out.
Casper's gloved hand wipes away your tears. The one still holding your hand squeezes it reassuringly.
Casper is different.
You can trust him.
"I love you, Sunshine," the words are whispered to you. Sweet, loving words falling from the lips of your boyfriend.
It makes you want to break down.
A weight feels as if it's been lifted off of your shoulders. Casper's reassurances and actions go against what you had expected from him just hours ago.
More tears fall from your eyes. The air is filled with your stifled sobs and sniffles. The overwhelming emotions crash down onto you in rapid succession.
You don't have to go through hell once again. There isn't a need to feel fear from him.
Casper reaches closer to you in an effort of comfort. He asks if he can hold you, comfort you. Another time where he doesn't force his presence upon you. It only makes you want to cry more.
"Y- yes… please," you sob out.
As the final syllable leaves your lips, Casper embraces you. The entirety of him is cold, a direct contrast to your still-hot temperature. Your tears fall onto his shoulder as Casper leads your head to be as close as possible. Despite it, his presence isn't overwhelming. It's comforting.
Your hands find purchase against his jacket, tugging at the fabric in an attempt to ground yourself. You hear Casper whisper words to you. In your fuddled mind it's impossible to hear what he's really saying. The syllables being all mixed together in some gibberish.
"Focus on my voice, Sunshine," is all you can clearly make out from Casper's words.
So, you try to.
It sounds like he's underwater when you try to focus on him at first. Despite that, it helps to hear him speak. Casper's voice brings you down from your overwhelming emotions. The fabric of his jacket and the coldness of his shoulder helps as well.
As the last few sniffles and sobs leave from you, you gently pull yourself back. Casper does nothing to keep you against him. His arms are loose around you as he looks into your eyes, you gaze back into his.
"I love you, Sunshine," he whispers, "I won't do anything you don't want me to."
"I know," a small smile finds it's way to your face, "I love you too, Casper."
You reach forward and hug him again, fitting yourself into Casper's embrace. You hear an exhale of amusement escape from your grim reaper, but no words do.
For now, you're content with just soaking in his presence.
#a date with death#adwd casper#adwd x reader#adwd casper x reader#adwd grim#x reader#vennys tales#finally done with this fic#augughgh
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I am absolutely, completely, irrevocably in love with your writing. Do you have many WIPs? Any future projects? I want to know everything. I want to read everything. Literally cannot express how much your works on ao3 moved me. They’re everything I’ve ever wanted and more. You write ZoLu so so so well. You’re amazing. I’m on my knees. Just take my soul already.
(Any fic recs btw? I trust you with my life.)
oooh my god i am going to cherish this ask for life, thank you so so much aaaaa THIS IS SO NICE. YOU'RE SO NICE. holy shit, holy shit.
i confess, albatross (the "straw hats wake up on dawn island and meet ASL + [[spoilers]]" fic) is my only official WIP right now, and it is actually my last planned multichap/longfic! i started 2023 with three "big" ideas, and they became poly philtatos, ocean theology, and that. i don't really know what/if i'm going to do after it's finished, heh. only time will tell... for both of us!
however, i do have a masterlist full of ideas for oneshots under 15k, and i pull from those ideas for warm-ups (or just generally or when i'm in the mood to write something from start to finish in a sitting or two). and i also have a few AUs i've been tossing around (see: reaper zoro au; doomed timeline au)! since you asked specifically about zolu, here are five things from the masterlist doc (:
accidental marriage
they accidentally get married during a battle celebration, thinking the hosts are just doing something special
crew saves a random island, the leader wants to make an alliance/go under protection of the straw hats by offering up one of their one as a “lifetime companion” as tribute or something
luffys like i already have a “w/e” it’s zoro
island is like “how wonderful, allow us to honor you”
zoro and luffy are like uhh sure whatever (they are wholly unsupervised at this point) almost to the end of the ceremony or w/e nami and robin find them?
(ceremony leader is like kiss kiss! and zoro is so drunk and luffy is having so much fun that luffy does kiss him and they both think it’s hilarious)
robin is like “oh. oh my. they are married now” and nami thinks it’s hilarious
luffy tried to figure out what you’re supposed to do when you’re married, but most of it is stuff they do already
sanji gives them shit re: kissing (thinking it's new) and “we’ve already done that already—stupid sanji” re: dinghy boy makeouts
basically zoro and luffy have no idea what being married entails because neither had parents in traditional “relationships”
turns out none of the straw hats no what you do when you’re married (no examples in the backstories lol???), and the answers get more and more ridiculous as the story goes on
ultimately, nothing changes
set before water 7
epilogue (post time skip or smth) where either 1) post time skip, luffy and zoro end up in an almost identical situation and jinbei is like “do you understand what you’re saying” and zoro and luffy are like “yes????” and nami and usopp start dying laughing (basically--for years no one bothers to tell franky, brook, and jinbei that theyre married)
alternate outsider/straw hat POV
robin is like “you’re pirates, you can do whatever you want. you can ignore it/pretend it never happened.” luffy is like “NUH-UH, a promise is a promise”
jinbei franky brook trying to explain marriage to luffy—luffy is like “how do you know you’re NOT married??” and they’re like ???? but also roll with it. someone says “well, you are not together with that person anymore” or smth
zoro, are we together? (what—i’m right here) we’ll, duh, stupid. but are we together? (well we aren’t apart, are we?)
luffy wakes zoro up to tell him he loves him (excited!) and it’s cute bc zoro is annoyed
luffy runs up, kisses zoro full on the mouth, zoro rolls with it—luffy laughs and runs off, zoro gives him a thumbs up (but is LOSING IT internally) // “EW don’t kiss me with your mouth full, fuck!”
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AU where zoro is a bounty hunter constantly chasing luffy as the series goes on (and they slowly fall in love or smth)
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luffy hates having his wounds cleaned because of the water (so zoro does it)
both pre-timeskip and post-timeskip moments
the sunny’s filter is good but not miraculous, so all the water they have on the sunny is brackish
the seawater makes the whole thing more uncomfortable; luffy is injured in a particularly dirty (poison? Mud?) fight and getting him to bathe is difficult enough—he is being particularly stubborn about letting chopper clean the wounds themselves (maybe he doesn’t even bathe at all—just makes nami summon a rainstorm so he doesn’t have to deal with an actual bath, which means his wounds really do need to be properly cleaned)
baths are the devil (so zoro keeps watch)
zoro presses his head between luffy’s shoulderblades and thinks of a time when things were simpler, their injuries were easier, and yet everything is still exactly the same
he looks at the wounds on luffy’s skin and knows that they make him a failure, but he knows, too, that this is why he follows Luffy—his strength, the way he takes a fight head-on and wins. His willingness to give his body for others, too, to fill the cracks between them and make up for what they lack. Like fighting with swords in the rain. [recall water 7]
these are some of the only moments when luffy sits still long enough to be held, not the one holding for once.
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before nami, zoro learns to keep one hand on his captain at all times—otherwise he’ll fall into the ocean without him realizing it (zoro learning to keep luffy in his sight/learning to be watchful and protective of someone else, because luffy keeps fucking drowning)
hand holding, touch, learning to be a family when neither of them know what family means
this evolves as time passes to zoro just generally keeping an eye on luffy, being in tune with him, etc. nightmares, fights, thoughts, etc.
luffy knows he can do stupid stuff because zoro will be there to back him up (alternate pov? or zoro notices luffy pushing "bullshit" boundaries and just rolling with it)
sharing the same braincell: the origin story
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waterfall + pool + river; fluff with introspection
vingette of luffy and zoro on an island, there’s a river—zoro is trying to catch fish with his bare hands (to impress luffy) but keeps failing.
Luffy is on the bank watching, laughing, eventually zoro gives up and tries to slice up the fish in the water (it works) but it muddies the water;
luffy starts throwing things into the water and making zoro dive for them, ostensibly so zoro can strengthen his lungs (per zoro’s request);
they talk about how luffy feels re: not being able to touch water, missing out on experiences, etc.
why is luffy sitting still long enough for this? Nami told him he had to stay with zoro and NOT cause problems on the island (everyone agrees this is a bad idea but for some reason it works this time)
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ALSO. I HAVE LOTS OF FIC RECS ACTUALLY.......... BUT I WILL MAKE A DIFFERENT POST ABOUT THAT BECAUSE THIS IS UHH... stupid long lmao.
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK ILY!!!!!!!! <33333
#answers#THANK YOU!!!!!#augughgh sorry this got so long#i hope all the bulleted lists arent weird. my outlines are a hot mess sometimes
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more centaurs!! this one is for DashOfJupiter :D
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"Hey." Wolfwood knocks their elbows together. There's something in his hands, something small, draped in dark cloth. "I never got to give this to ya before."
He pulls the cloth off then. It's a... small cactus, deep green, and in the shape of... a spiral, funnily enough. "Been tryin' to take care of it without you noticin'. Guy called it... cereus forbesii?? Or something. Spiral cactus." Wolfwood is cradling it delicately in its little orange pot as he holds it out.
"I thought it'd be funny. ... Since it's spikey, like you."
Wolfwood looks a little... embarrassed?
"They're real hard to take care of, so I got everything written down."
He blinks a few times, then manages one of those smiles only reserved for the guy in front of him.
"Uh, happy late birthday?"
With all of the chaos that had unfolded the day of and everything that had immediately followed, Vash had honestly... sort of forgotten entirely about actually celebrating their birthday. It's not as though it had been something he'd actually done for well over a century and a half. It had been nothing more than a usual day for nearly his entire life. More important things to worry about, most of the time. It's no wonder, then, that he'd also forgotten about the gift Wolfwood had mentioned that morning before he'd gone traipsing off to Archimedes and everything that had been waiting there.
There's also a fleering thought of the gifts Vash had prepared for his brother and the younger Stampede, of them being discarded as more important matters came to light, but it's gone as soon as the fabric is pulled away. Something to worry about later.
Because as he finally gets a proper look at it as the cloth is discarded his eyes light up, a quiet 'Oh,' breathed out beneath Wolfwood's continued explanation. Instead of taking hold of it completely as he listens, Vash closes more of the already small distance between them as his hands instead overlap Wolfwood's. It's just enough to be able to take hold of the ceramic if need be, but still leaves their fingers touching.
A small snort gets pulled out of him at the joke, even if it's kind of lame. It's sweet, regardless; the whole gesture is sweet, leaves him warm from the inside out, like the gentle sunlight streaming in came from somewhere internal instead.
"But you took care of it for me anyway," Vash smiles. It starts small, but it can't help but expand until his eyes are crinkling along with it-- an outlet for the feeling beneath his skin. That's what really gets him; the time and effort in making sure it stayed as well manicured as it was, vibrant and bright. Even if it wasn't for a very long time, the image of Wolfwood fretting over the tiny plant is like a cherry on top of the whole thing.
The comparison's not that far off, if he thinks about it for too long. Definitely not the only difficult thing to take care of in the room, but Wolfwood had gone and done it anyway.
"Thanks Nick," he says softly, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "I love it."
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realizing in resigned agony if i want to see good zacharie off fanart that fits my taste it will have to be by my hands
#tmos talks#looking at fanart tag rn and its like. 1) when did he get tattoos good for him. 2) these designs are good but not Good Shit#found old school art where i doodled him and augughgh i need to play off again sometime lmao
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my rat breeder posted pictures of the babies 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
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There is NO WAY its been 9 months????
I KNOOOOOOOOOW AUGHGU where did the time even go what the heck
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I am literally in love with the new comic book version of the Music Meister, now he’s a canon character loll. He’s also DRESSED AS THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA so i love him even more. I LOVE the eighth note buttons on his cape and vest they’re SO CUTEEE. AND HIS LIL EIGHTH NOTE CUFF LINKS AUGUGHGH AND HIS CAPPPEPEEE UGIGUGUNIDV AND THE FACT THAT HIS FIRST APPEARANCE IS A PRIDE COMIC COLLECTION AUUAUSGHUHAFH I’m obsessed. Which is why when i was listening to my “show tune mix” procured by Spotify, and the overture to phantom of the opera came on I HAD TO.
UAHGGHGH i love himmm
#music meister#music meister fanart#batman villains#dc pride 2022#batman the brave and the bold#AUGHHGH THEY MADE HIM SO CUTE UGHUGISJN#his cape 🥺
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absolutely living for all the chip on my dash tysm hes just a little kidddd
hes soooo little baby the english voice direction was such a mistake augughgh little kid voice fits his little dialogue sm better he is constantly talking about being a little baby boy and reciting stuff like "if you eat well you'll grow up big and strong! (well i guess you already are, sonic..)" and all his little overreactions and cartoonish actions make so much more sense when you know hes jaaast a little baby born yesterday.. i need 2 draw him at some point...
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i get sooo embarrassed posting stuff like this online away from discord but whatever!!! WHATEVER!!! i got to meet The Little Guy and it was based. cried a lot but thats ok. im insane w/e. he was super great to be around. and he rly liked the drawing i made for him (das what he’s holding in the last pic)
augughgh............. he
#ok to rb#he's just a little guy#PLATONIC THIS IS PLATONIC. no pr*ship freaks touch this thanks#platonic self ship#self ship#self ship community#pictures
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im so sleepy all the time and i missed the day AUGUGHGH THIS CANT CONTINUE but hey i spent a lot of time with my pops today so its,,, soemthign,,,
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i’m pulling for xiao on my alt acc (though i don’t mind if i lose 50/50 or not) but
i’m at 80 pity. WHERE IS MY FIVE STAR AGHWHWGHWGDHWHDGWHJSHZH anger. my alt has trouble w pity sobs. i got albedo at 79 pity what is this i am losing my mind
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AUGUGHGH SO CLOSE!!! :D i hope you get him soon! 79 PITY AAA YOU'RE LITERALLY RIGHT THERE EEEEEE (felt on the pity thing, the closest i've ever been to super lucky with pity was when i got ayaka at 50 pulls :'>)
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AUGUGHGH !!!! im so full of love rn !!!!!!!!! i keep thinking abt wilford wowwowoowowowow!!!!!!!!
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Kinmatchup please!! For Pokemon, Avatar/Legend of Korra and/or Warriors! I'm usually pretty upbeat and energetic, but I have a tendency to get lazy and lethargic when it comes to things I don't like doing. I'm also really loyal and maybe a little overprotective of the people I care about, and though I can brush off insults easy, I get angry quick if someone insults my loved ones. I enjoy reading and playing video games, and I'm super into technology and science, but I also love nature! - 🌈
AUGUGHGH SORRY FOR SUCH A LONG WAIT I’ve been busy with school stuff and I’ve recently gotten sick- BUT
I kinmatch you with.. Lana (PKMN), Bolin (LOK) and Dovewing (WC)!!
Lana is kindhearted and is quick to get angry when others are hurt or being mistreated. Bolin and Dovewing are also protective of those they care about, as well as being usually upbeat and energetic, but having their low moments
— Mod Ochaco 💓
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AUGUGHGH I LOVE HIM IM IN LOEV NOOOOOO HWYWHWYWHWY I HATE LOVE EEWW ICKY ICKY STUPID UFHG
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