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I think one thing people gotta respect about demon slayer is that once a character dead, they stay dead. Ain’t no hope for your fav like in other anime/manga, they gone for good 😐😐
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sad-emo-dip-dye · 2 months
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Obsessed with the colors here
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empydoc · 1 month
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made a little tape thang for my sona 🐀
bisexual colours n all
creds to @elisacaleisa for the non-canon redacted tape, and @sunshineboy-greer-collins for the icon behind the text 💕
partially inspired by @mokozroach ‘s little trend, although i also kinda just make these for fun sometimes 🫡
IF QUALITY LOOKS LIKE SHIT: click/tap the image!
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Hey! Screenshot… redraw??? I dunno. I think this looks pretty cool.
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seajestic · 3 months
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Goro Akechi I have finally figured out your stupid hair
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polaroid-steam-room · 2 months
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Guilty pleasure: I like it sometimes when people put completely contrasting songs for fictional characters
You have a brooding 40-year old man who despises the world and would go through hell to get off of the planet? He’s listening to Britney Spears in his off time/during his journey
The rules have been made and are stamped for approval can’t change them now
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What's really fun about your fix it aus is just imagining gaul going insane and losing her damm marbles, whether it's an escape au and she's pulling her hair out from being unable to find the tributes and start taking her anger out on the peacekeepers the way villains do with their henchmen or it's a au where the capitol citizens realize these are just kids and she slowly loses her influence over the citizens until it's her patheticly talking nonecense about how the tributes are dangerous and deserve to be tormented and killed meanwhile the tributes are just standing there being cinnamon rolls and completely harmless
I love tormenting her for all the ways in which she’s a monster. The tributes prove her wrong at every opportunity and her grasping at straws continues to fail spectacularly. It drives her absolutely nuts and I have so much fun with it.
And usually it’s completely accidental on the kids’ parts. Like you said, they’re just standing on the sidelines doing absolutely nothing wrong while Gaul points at them like “look! LOOK!! THEY’RE EVIL!!!!!” I wouldn’t call them harmless, per say, because some of these kids could and would do serious harm. That’s why I give them a few days with their mentors. If they didn’t, they’d likely act like Reaper did in the cattle car with Snow (we all know he regretted not snapping his neck once he joined the afterlife). It’s completely justified but it would ruin chances of the games being cancelled, so I give them some time to mellow out the tiniest bit. Outside of vandalism, because after all they were put through they deserve some.
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eraserhappy · 8 months
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I made a thing! It’s been over a month since GO2 came out and I can assure you none of the feels have dissipated. This show does more than haunt; it possesses. I don’t paint fan art, I don’t paint people, and I don’t paint happy clouds. For them, however, I have done it all. Why? Love. (Sorry Neil, I had to. The possession, remember?) I gave this a bit of a Fall Out Boy title (as most of my painting titles are a bit meandering). “Before he sauntered vaguely downward, Angel, he cast his last stars for you. All while grasping towards his favourite.” I chose these blues and yellows because S2 is chalk FULL of blue and yellow in set and costume design. Not just in the main characters and spaces; it’s all over the extras and cars driving through the scenes. I love them, I love their love, and I am forever beholden to @neil-gaiman and his creations.
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leeprtt · 5 months
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Unspoken connotations
Summary: Daisuke Kambe, a reserved and wealthy detective, finds himself drawn to Y/N, a spirited woman enamored with the world of street racing. Their paths cross unexpectedly at a racing event, leading to a series of encounters marked by unspoken connections and shared moments.
WC: 3k
It was a chilly night, the air thick with the scent of gasoline and excitement. I had been observing Y/N's race when a sudden turn of events led to our first interaction. Her car came to an abrupt stop beside me, the roar of the engines dying down as she removed her helmet, revealing her long brown hair and striking green eyes.
"Detective Kambe," she spoke, her voice calm yet tinged with an edge of curiosity. "What brings you to our little racing world?"
Her gaze bore into mine, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. Her beauty was undeniable – long brown locks framing her face, bangs falling gracefully over her forehead, and captivating green eyes that held a story untold.
Caught off guard by her directness, I collected myself. "I'm merely an enthusiast of fast cars and the allure of the night," I replied, my tone calculated yet genuine.
She offered a coy smile, a subtle hint of mischief dancing in her eyes. "Enthusiast or detective, which one is it, Detective Kambe?" Her words, laced with a touch of challenge, hinted at her awareness of my dual identity.
For a brief moment, our eyes met, and in that fleeting exchange, I felt a connection – an unspoken understanding that transcended the roles we found ourselves in.
As she put her helmet back on, readying herself for another race, I couldn't help but be captivated by her demeanor, her allure, and the mystery that surrounded her.
Little did I know, that brief encounter would mark the beginning of a journey, a slow unraveling of our intertwined fates, where lines between duty and affection would blur, and a forbidden connection would blossom in the midst of secrets and speed.
Haru Kato, my steadfast friend and colleague, invited me for a night out, hoping to lighten my spirits amidst the weight of my undercover investigations. As we sat in the bustling bar, my attention inadvertently drifted to the far corner where she was - Y/N, surrounded by her group of friends, laughter and energy radiating from their table.
"Daisuke, you seem distracted tonight," Kato remarked, noticing my gaze fixated across the room.
I hesitated, torn between the complexities of my emotions and the professional facade I was accustomed to. "It's nothing, Kato. Just caught up in my thoughts."
He followed my line of sight and, recognizing the subject of my distraction, a mischievous glint danced in his eyes. "Ah, I see. It's the street racer, isn't it?"
Caught off guard by his astuteness, I attempted to dismiss it. "There's no connection, Kato. It's part of my investigation."
Kato chuckled knowingly. "Investigation or not, you're smitten, my friend. Why not go over there and talk to her? Life's too short to miss chances."
His words lingered, stirring a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts within me. Reluctance intertwined with curiosity, and before I could ponder further, Kato nudged me in the direction of Y/N's table.
"You're Detective Kambe, remember?" he encouraged. "Confidence is your forte."
With a mixture of trepidation and resolve, I approached her table. As I drew nearer, her eyes met mine, an unspoken recognition sparking between us.
"Mind if I join you?" I spoke, attempting to mask the flutter of nerves beneath my composed facade.
Her friends exchanged glances, amused by the unexpected intrusion, yet Y/N's gaze held a hint of curiosity tinged with a touch of familiarity.
"Sure, take a seat," she replied, a subtle hint of intrigue woven in her words.
In that moment, amidst the clinks of glasses and distant chatter, our worlds collided - a detective and a street racer, their paths intertwining in an unexpected encounter that would set the stage for a journey fraught with complexities, desire, and a magnetic pull neither could deny.
The next day dawned with an air of restlessness lingering around Daisuke Kambe. Despite his day off from work, thoughts of Y/N occupied every corner of his mind, stubbornly refusing to fade. Determined to break free from the grip of her presence, he embarked on a series of distractions.
He attempted to bury himself in routine tasks, hoping to drown out the echo of her laughter and the memory of their brief encounter. Cleaning became his refuge, the meticulous arrangement of his lavish home a mere attempt to impose order upon the chaos swirling within him.
Every surface gleamed under his careful touch, yet the tranquility that usually accompanied such meticulousness eluded him today. As he meticulously arranged his belongings, his thoughts kept drifting back to her - her laughter, her eyes, and the inexplicable pull she seemed to have on him.
With each task completed, he found himself standing in the stillness of his impeccably arranged home, the silence echoing the turmoil of his thoughts. The memory of her smile lingered, disrupting the carefully constructed walls around his heart.
The day unfolded into a string of failed distractions, each attempt to occupy his mind proving futile. Y/N's presence lingered in the spaces between his thoughts, her essence seeping into the very fabric of his being.
Despite his efforts to distance himself, he couldn't deny the magnetism that drew him to her, a force stronger than reason, stronger than duty. She had ignited a spark within him, one that refused to be extinguished, setting ablaze a yearning he struggled to comprehend.
As the day waned and the sun dipped beneath the horizon, Daisuke Kambe found himself standing by the window, gazing into the fading light, a silent admission resonating within him - he couldn't escape the allure of Y/N, nor could he resist the pull that urged him to seek her out once more.
Y/N could feel the adrenaline pumping through her veins as she prepared for the night's race. The stakes were high; important people had put their bets on her, and failure wasn't an option. With each passing second, the anticipation and pressure grew.
As the starting signal pierced the air, she surged ahead, navigating the city streets with the precision of a seasoned racer. The familiar rush of speed coursed through her, but amidst the exhilaration, thoughts of Daisuke Kambe infiltrated her mind, a distraction she hadn't anticipated.
Her focus wavered as memories of their brief encounter swirled within her, causing her to miss a crucial turn. Panic surged through her, realizing her mistake, but it was too late. Her error cost her the lead, effectively taking her out of the race.
The screeching halt of her car marked the end of her hopes for victory, but she remained undeterred. Stepping out of the vehicle, she faced the consequences of her misstep. The air was thick with tension as demands for the return of bets grew more aggressive, the weight of impending trouble pressing down upon her.
Just as the situation seemed dire and the crowd closed in around her, a familiar presence intervened. Through the chaos, Daisuke emerged, a beacon of calm amidst the storm.
"Is there a problem here?" his voice resonated with authority, cutting through the tension.
Y/N's heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, relief flooding through her. She found herself at a loss for words as Daisuke, with his unwavering presence, shielded her from the encroaching trouble.
With an air of effortless authority, he diffused the escalating situation, his mere presence commanding respect. The demands for money quieted down, and a sense of calm settled over the chaotic scene.
In that moment, amidst the chaos and the flickering city lights, Y/N couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude and an unfamiliar warmth toward Daisuke, a realization that his presence seemed to bring a sense of safety and reassurance she hadn't known she needed.
As Daisuke drove Y/N home that night, a sense of quiet understanding settled between them. The night enveloped them in a calming silence, broken only by the faint hum of the car's engine and the soft notes of music playing in the background.
"Thank you for the ride, Daisuke," Y/N spoke softly as they approached her house.
"It was my pleasure," he replied, his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer before she stepped out of the car.
Before she disappeared into her house, he spoke up, "I'll be at your next race."
A hint of surprise flashed across her face, but a smile curved at the corner of her lips. "I'll hold you to that promise, Detective Kambe."
With a nod and a subtle smile, she disappeared into her home, leaving Daisuke to watch her until she was safely inside.
As he made his way back to his own residence, thoughts of their brief conversation lingered in his mind. Once inside, he noticed a piece of paper on the dashboard, a hastily scribbled number – her number.
A smile crept onto his face as he realized she'd left it for him. Without hesitation, he picked up his phone and sent her a text, a simple message confirming their encounter at the next race.
In the following days, Daisuke found himself increasingly drawn to Y/N's world of speed and thrill. While his days were consumed with work, whenever he had a chance, he couldn't resist watching her races. Her unparalleled skill and finesse on the tracks captivated him, each victory leaving him in a state of silent awe.
Her eyes, illuminated with determination and passion as she crossed the finish line, held a certain allure that enticed him. It was in those moments, amidst the rush of victory, that Daisuke witnessed a glimmer of her true spirit, and it left him enchanted.
Despite the bustling energy of the racing scene, it was Y/N's post-race interactions with him that made his heart skip a beat. The way she spoke to him, her eyes reflecting a warmth that seemed reserved for him alone, had a way of lighting up his world.
Their conversations, brief yet meaningful, held a charm of their own. The camaraderie that began to blossom between them, built upon mutual respect and shared moments, left Daisuke feeling an unfamiliar sense of happiness.
He found himself eagerly anticipating their encounters, cherishing the moments when they could steal a few words amidst the chaos of the races. Her presence had become a source of solace in the whirlwind of his daily life, and the connection they shared held a promise of something more profound than he had ever anticipated.
As the days passed, Daisuke couldn't deny the impact Y/N had on him. Her passion, her unwavering spirit, and the way she effortlessly brought joy into his life began to unravel the walls around his heart, slowly weaving her way into the very fabric of his thoughts.
The pulsating energy of the racing scene subsided as Y/N stepped off the track, her expression a mix of exhilaration and fatigue. Amidst the scattered cheers and congratulatory remarks, she spotted Daisuke observing from a distance.
Their eyes met, a silent understanding passing between them. As she approached him, a tired yet content smile graced her lips.
"Detective Kambe, fancy seeing you here again," she greeted, her tone playful yet tinged with a genuine warmth reserved for their interactions.
"Your performance was exceptional, as always," he complimented, a note of admiration laced in his words.
She chuckled softly. "Thank you. It's the thrill of the chase that keeps me going."
Their conversations flowed effortlessly, a comfortable ease settling between them. Amidst the chatter about the night's race and the rush of emotions, they shared anecdotes and glimpses of their contrasting lives.
Daisuke found himself opening up more than usual, sharing snippets of his meticulously controlled life, while Y/N offered insights into the chaotic yet invigorating world of street racing.
Their exchanges held a certain magnetism, an unspoken understanding that transcended their different worlds. Each conversation seemed to draw them closer, weaving threads of familiarity and companionship.
As they parted ways, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of joy in their connection, a sentiment mirrored in the subtle smile that lingered on Daisuke's face.
Their post-race conversations had become a cherished ritual, a sanctuary amidst the bustling chaos of their individual lives, a space where their worlds intersected, if only for a brief moment.
That night as Daisuke returned home he felt a buzz in his pocket picking it up to find a message from y/n. “Can we meet at the park Wednesday?”. He immediately replied “ yes of course.” On the outside he look calm but inside he was frightened for how the night is going to go.
The city lights blurred into a gentle glow as Y/N and Daisuke strolled through the park. The tranquility of the night enveloped them, the air laced with a serene calmness.
As they approached a secluded bench, Y/N couldn't help but feel a flutter of nerves mingled with excitement. She took a deep breath, gathering her courage as they settled down, gazing up at the twinkling stars.
"Detective Kambe," she began, her voice soft, yet tinged with a hint of uncertainty.
He turned to her, his gaze attentive and inviting.
"There's something I've been wanting to tell you," Y/N continued, her eyes meeting his with a mix of hesitation and sincerity. "It's about how I feel."
Daisuke's expression remained composed, yet his eyes held a curious anticipation.
"You've become such an important part of my life," she confessed, her voice steady but filled with emotion. "Your presence brings me a sense of comfort and happiness I've never known before."
She paused, gathering her thoughts before continuing, "I... I think I've developed feelings for you, Detective Kambe."
Silence lingered between them, the weight of her words hanging in the air. Y/N waited with bated breath, uncertain of his reaction.
Daisuke, ever composed, held her gaze with a thoughtful expression, his eyes reflecting a myriad of emotions. His response was measured yet genuine.
"Y/N, your presence in my life has been... unexpected yet profound," he admitted, his tone carrying a hint of vulnerability. "You've brought a sense of joy and understanding that I've come to cherish."
A serene silence settled between them, the twinkling stars overhead providing a gentle backdrop to the vulnerable moment they shared.
Their unspoken feelings hung in the air, a silent understanding passing between them, each aware of the uncharted territory their hearts had entered.
The tranquility of the night enveloped them, the air filled with a sense of vulnerability and anticipation. Y/N's heart raced, unsure of how Daisuke would respond to her confession.
"You've given me a perspective I never knew existed," Daisuke continued, his voice carrying a rare sincerity. "Your passion, your dedication – they've left an indelible mark on me."
He turned his gaze to the star-filled sky, as if searching for the right words amidst the constellations. "Y/N, I believe what we share is... special. Your presence has become an integral part of my life."
A subtle smile graced Y/N's lips, relief and contentment washing over her. The weight of unspoken emotions had found a voice, weaving a connection between them stronger than mere words could convey.
Their eyes met again, a silent understanding passing between them. In the soft glow of the night, under the canopy of stars, a fragile yet beautiful bond had blossomed, built upon shared moments and unspoken emotions.
As they sat in companionable silence, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the gentle rustle of leaves and the quiet symphony of their hearts beating in unison.
Their conversations flowed effortlessly, weaving tales of triumphs and tribulations, laying bare the intricacies of their lives. As they walked, the park transformed into a sanctuary where time seemed to stand still, enveloping them in a cocoon of shared moments.
With each step, the distance between them diminished, replaced by an unspoken understanding and a burgeoning connection. Y/N found herself drawn to the enigmatic yet compassionate nature of Daisuke, while he discovered a sense of liberation in her spirited presence.
As they paused by a secluded spot, the quietude of the night enveloped them, their gazes lingering in a shared moment of unspoken emotions. It was amidst the serenity of that night, beneath the star-studded sky, that they realized their hearts had found solace in each other's company.
The gentle breeze carried an unspoken promise, whispering secrets of a future yet to unfold. It was in that moment that they silently acknowledged the depth of their feelings, a silent vow to explore the uncharted territories of their budding relationship.
With a shared smile that spoke volumes, they knew that this moment, amidst the tranquil park and the quietude of the night, would forever remain etched in their hearts.
As they bid each other goodnight, a silent understanding lingered between them, carrying the promise of a new beginning. The park, once a simple backdrop, had now become a witness to the tender beginnings of a love story that transcended boundaries.
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spidereggs888 · 7 months
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Mig doodles
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gojonanami · 20 days
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sorry I’ve been slow with asks 😭 I’ve just been really tired mentally with everything going on with the end of Ramadan 💕
just trying to take it easy for a few days 💕🫶
I’m still around, just might be slow to reply to things! I’m working on prof geto (5) so hopefully I can have that done this week 🥹
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oobbbear · 2 years
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Slurp the lava like tea. Drink the forbidden sauce!
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Realised I’ve been under-using the damned. Parallel ink thing
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sosaysdean · 2 years
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rip to anna and all that but this was such a cool death
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i-am-a-fan · 7 months
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back on my 93 layer bullshit
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