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izvmimi · 1 hour
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“Talk to me, mm?”
In a world where everything is alright and you’re not out of sync with the love of your life, Izuku wouldn’t need to prompt you to do so. You’d let your mouth run freely as he listens, nods, affirms or offers an alternative perspective, his hand always finding its way to hold yours or his lips finding any way to press against your skin, anything to keep you physically connected.
But you’ve been upset with him for the past few days, perhaps weeks really, an ever-present gnawing at your very bones, discomfort like an invisible swarm of small insects marching under your skin. You're unsettled to your very core, but holding it in, holding all the pieces of you and your relationship together with cheap glue.
You hate to complain, and you can’t even come up with a complaint that feels less silly than I need you, I want you to come home more often, I want you to choose me, as if you are a grade school child asking for a kind look from a busy parent. So instead your lips have remained sealed and tight, and despite trying to remain warm and receptive, the cold seeps through.
Izuku has finally had a moment to breathe between Hero-ing and Helping and being everyone else’s safe haven, and now he insists on being yours again. 
“Baby.”
It’s hard to look at him now, when you’re this close. Izuku has once suggested that when you have conversations of a certain intensity, you do so in a quiet room, as close as physically possible, unable to look anywhere but each other’s eyes. It was silly to you when he’d suggested it and you’d giggled and agreed, but now, sitting face to face with your legs overlapping his and your faces two head spaces apart, it’s impossible to escape him or your feelings for him but you’re almost too overwhelmed to speak.
He grips your hands gently at the wrists, but doesn’t say anything more, just caressing your skin with the pads of his thumbs. There’s a smile on his face, peaceful, as if he’s just enjoying being in your presence, having the skin of your nearly bare legs in shorts graze against his waist. He’d murmur that he loves you, but he doesn’t want his feelings to matter more than yours.
You let out a sigh that wracks through your whole body and lean forward - you fall against his chest and he’s quick to hold you close.
“I miss you,” you whisper. And that’s it, all in a nutshell. You miss the warmth of his body and the arms that wrap securely around you right now, and knowing that even if he belongs to the world, he’s your first and foremost to have and to hold.
He holds you tight and sighs as well, kissing the top of your head before burying his face into the crook of your neck and inhaling deeply of your love for him. 
“I know. I miss you too. But no matter what, I'm always yours.”
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saw @chez-cinnamon's absolutely BANGER butterfly!Howdy design and couldn't resist! two fluffy flutterbyes <3 solidarity
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m0e-ru · 1 month
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you think this thing gave birth to something more abhorrent than itself to watch over the land in its stead before it died
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Fellas is it gay to randomly start conversations about each other's features,,,,
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muzaktomyears · 5 months
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Mimi said she had received a packet of photographs of John from Linda McCartney. They were from the White Album photo shoot. Mimi didn’t care for any of those particular photos. She thought John looked horrible in each and every one. It didn’t take away from the kindness of sending them, she said, but they weren’t photos she’d be keeping. She also found it somewhat odd that the pictures came on their own with no letter or note.
The Guitar’s All Right as a Hobby, John, Kathy Burns (2014)
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cactikiki · 7 months
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I haven't posted any animations here... Ever. So here's a wip.
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love-3-crimes · 10 months
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‼️cw eyestrain, dissociation‼️
...what do you do when the Mind can't remember who it was, or when the Heart goes numb?
...?
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myork · 2 years
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a little taegi for emotional support reasons -happy birthday @kimtaegis ♡
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Musicals where the female love interest (?) wants to get nasty more than the male lead: A Collection™️
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1) Jesus Christ Superstar: You all saw this coming. Judas also wants to fuck, but that’s beside the point
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2) Death Note: Light had himself a big titty goth girl, and he didn’t even want her 🥺😢
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3) Hamilton: Okay well he did come around eventually 💀
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4) Sweeney Todd: I missed the rumpled bedsheets line at first, but now it haunts me every time 😱
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5) Joseph and the Technicolor Dream Coat: She was beautiful but eeeeeeeeeeeeeeevil 😈
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6) Heathers: She wanted it so bad she tore the mattress.. 😬
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7) Rent: I don’t know much about this musical, but just from looking at them I can tell Mimi really wants Roger Jr. 😏 wow I really hate that I just said that 🤦🏻‍♀️
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ashxketchum · 1 year
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CHOOSE WISELY, FOR THE NIGHT IS DARK AND FULL OF TERRORS 👻
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izvmimi · 3 days
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cw: suggestive but no overt smut.
after sex, tanjiro tends to be the one to do the talking - not just because a lot of the time you're still catching your breath and your head spins with the haze of too much attention and too much pleasure, the kind that keeps your body quivering as you hold on to him, snuggling close so that all that grounds you is his scent,
but because he tells you how much he loves you, how lucky he is, how fate twists in mystical ways, must have, for you to end up together. it's hard for you to get used to being adored in such a way, but with time it gets easier to rest close to him and just let his words sweeten your ears.
but tonight is different. your head presses against his chest and his sweet utterances, as his fingers stroke down the curve of your leg rested against his lower half, are accented by the backdrop of the soft lub-dub of his heartbeat.
it doesn't feel real. it doesn't feel real.
you let out a deep breath. tanjiro pauses his speech for a moment then turns his head gently to kiss the top of yours.
"what's the sigh about, my love?" he asks.
you pause, letting your weary arms wrap around his midsection tighter. he's real, warm, his skin luminous and smooth in a thin layer of sweat, his touch ever present on your skin. he's marked you everywhere, endlessly, inside and out.
he's real and he's yours. and yet...
"it'll sound silly," you start.
"never," he reassures you. you let yourself breathe slowly, in and out, then lower your eyes so that you focus more on the dip between his clavicles than his all-too-inquisitive eyes. tanjiro sees through you like glass, and thinks you're just as fragile at times, and perhaps you are but you need to be taken seriously.
"sometimes i wake up and despite knowing all of this is insane but real and that if i tried to explain this to anyone from my time, i'd immediately get brought to a hospital, the least real part of this might be you."
tanjiro blinks, and then he laughs to himself.
"you've encountered demons for the first time in your life, yet i'm the one that's not real?" he repeats, and your cheeks warm, but you shake your head. it's silly, so silly, but it has to be said even if he'll tease you dotingly for it.
you've never experienced love like this. people have lusted after you many times before but this type of genuine care... it feels far more all-encompassing with so much less effort, like you don't deserve it, like decadence, like daydreaming too long, like eating more than your fill, like...
good things are earned, but tanjiro has never made you work hard for his affection a day in your life.
"you're not imagining this." he reassures you. his hand intertwines with yours, and presses it gently against his heart, and he smiles - he smiles, and your world is sun and light and peace again. "it beats, like yours. for you, even," he adds.
heat shoots through your body again and you shift, your legs pressing together, and your head pressed closer against his chest.
"i love you," you whisper, wetly.
he rubs your back and kisses your forehead. "me too. endlessly."
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oloreandil · 4 months
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one day
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Rating: T
Relationship: mellomatt
Additional tags: post-canon, slice of life, made using twine and hosted on itch.io
One day in the life of Mello and Matt, after they both survive canon, told through the interactive storytelling tool Twine.
happy holidays to @mellovolence !! here's the fanfic i wrote for our server exchange. i had so much fun using twine for this story, i've wanted to use the clickthrough format for a while and your prompt was a perfect opportunity !!!
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arytha · 3 months
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[ID from ALT: A headshot sketch in red pen with blue outlines of my OC, Mimi. She is looking out with a cheeky grin. "Mimi" is written next to her with a small heart. End ID]
It issss really slow at work. Have a Mimi 💜
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illdothehotvoice · 2 months
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I'm so normal until someone compares Felix Kranken to William Afton.
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Love how Ash seizes every opportunity he gets to put his arm around Eiji
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ginkovskij · 4 months
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happy new year, people!! ✨🤍
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