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i shall be archiving this blog & remaking under the same url at a later point in time. thank you for all the fun ya’ll have gave me while this was still active.

bored bored bored so i colored miki panels from my FAV ARTIST INTERPRETATION OF HIM

UNPROMPTED.          ,          @chuujn

𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚝      ,      a toy nested with a child      .      it has been a long time since these feelings had any home in the crevices of your heart yet they do not dance away from calloused fingertips just as any silly emotion has      .      when was the last time a promise was made      &      then kept as it always should have been      ?      you do not recall      .      perhaps it was when mother still made milkshakes how you liked them or perhaps when schooldays were treasured      .      you do not recall      .

𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎      ,      it takes a moment for the soul to entire back into muscled body      ,      for clenching digits to unwind      &      move away from pastel strands     .      one      ,      two      ,      your own breathing is taking time to return to rhythm      ,      why      ?      why does the body tremble      ,      why do hands shake with it      ,      why is this so difficult      ?      mouth bruised from a kiss so sacred your soul burned      .                    “          don’t      .          ”                    quiet      ,      demanding      .      don’t      ,      please don’t       .      don’t make promises meant to be broken      ,      don’t      .      you won’t be able to take another one suffocating under sand force fed      .      hero hunter grabs hold of soft face  ,  roughly yanking close to press lips together      .      another bruise      ,      another hurt      :      this is all you know      .                    “          don’t      .          ”                    whispered against the lamb’s wool      ,      trembling fingers dig into fair skin      .      just don’t      .

JJBA  (  PART 4  ) VERSE META  .                    there is not much difference between jjba      &      opm garou      .      he has his same morals that shape him      ,      that he does not kill those who mean or cannot cause harm      .      but there are some differences        ,        indeed        .

𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚑      .      some say they have always been there      .      a doting wife      ,      a working man father      ,      a young child whose heart was sewn to his sleeve      .      and no one remembers when that doting wife had left that young child with the working man      .      and no one saw what happened behind closed doors      ,      but that wasn’t their business either way      .

𝚗𝚘𝚍𝚊 𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚗      .      went to school with the other children who ignored him      ,      suffered through the bullying that shaped him      .       some say they were boys being boys  ,  rough housing  ,  playing monsters versus humans      .      yet he knew      ,      he knew that the torment behind the adult’s backs      &      he knew he felt his rib crack      .      he knew      ,      he knew       ,       he knew      .      garou was the monster      ,      the helpless kid      ,      the kid whose fucked up everything      .      monster in the womb  .

𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢      .      noda garou dropped out of middle school      .      became the apprentice of a local martial artist      .      all was well      .      all was well      .      all was well until he was struck in the heart by an arrow      ,      an arrow that granted him abilities one could only dream of having      .      this is the start of COURTESY CALL      :      a monstrous stand that can fuse with garou granting him its own abilities      &      enhancing what he already has      .      from then on      ,      garou the human monster was born      .

𝙲𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚂𝚈 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻 is a stand that is taller and bulkier than garou  .  it has a dark maroon colored body with sharp blue accents  ,  four horns upon its head  ,  two large tusks on lower jaw  .  his skin appears to be ripping apart much like his wings  .  his appearance is a mash of garou’s second      &      final monster form  .

batzoku said  :   ‘  i am not a good person.  don’t pretend i am.  ’

UNPROMPTED.          ,          @batzoku

𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎      ,      almost like a lone lighthouse near the ocean      ,      social media notifications catch bright eyes yet not as much as his words did      .      hardly can he see through the inky blackness      ,      calloused hand stretching out until it could run along zenjiro’s collarbone      .      wasn’t it always easier to confess airs of intimacy when the void surrounds you      ?      garou supposed that was true      .      in a way      ,      zen was the owner of his sins that weighed heavy in his heart whenever the blinds were shut      ;      beholder of garou’s affections      .

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎      .      muscular torso moves until it hovers over the other      ,      leg swinging until it could cage metal’s hip      ,      the rest of his body silently scooting until he could straddle the other man’s lap      .      the blanket of the darkness in zenjiro’s room made it easier to touch      ,      to breathe      ,      to think      .      garou felt freedom bear itself under his skin      ,      heart racing idly      .      rough hands grab hold of a smoother face      ,      thumbs digging slightly into cheekbones before sweeping outwards      .      he was never the one for something like this but      .          .      he had to try      ,      didn’t he      ?                    “          i ain’t pretending      .          ”                    quick inhale during the pause then exhale      .      heart feels as it is about to burst      ,      perhaps it will      .                    “          if you wanna act like you aren’t a good person      ,      that’s your shit      ,      but don’t you ever fuckin’ assume that i’m pretending jack shit      .      you are a good person      .      better than me      .      doesn’t that speak volumes already      ,      mister s    -    class hero      ?          ”

Stella’s Last Weekend (2018) Directed by Polly Draper

✶      ―        genos.

               a  blink  of  his  eyes  partitioned  a  sarcastic  jeer  from  a  flush  of  compliance  of  the  other’s  correspondence .  if  it  hadn’t  been  for  the  GLINT  OF  ENMITY  that screened  garou’s  eyes ,  genos  would  have  expected  a  ricochet  of  his  mockery  in  the  form  of  a  crude  swing .         ‘ i  wasn’t  being  serious . ’         his  gaze  dropped  to  the  hand  now  being  extended  to  him ,  examining  the  item  that  was  presented .  it  was  no THREAT  that  he  was  able  to  detect ,  so  with  a  cautious  hand ,  he  reaches  out  to  pluck  up  the  object ,  drawing  it  closer  to  himself  to  inspect  it  further .         ‘ ALTHOUGH ,  i  could  not  help  but  noticed  you  were  clinging  onto  that  thing  back  there .  i  will ,  if  you  really  want  me  to .  some  sort  of  sentiment ?  ’

                    “        why do you want to know  ?        ”             there was no helping the defensive tone    ,    how his words sharpen their edges in order to protect themselves    &    their speaker    .    garou couldn’t help his guard    ,    not used to the compassion of others being genuine instead of a form of mockery    .    the cool admittance of sarcasm reinforced the walls already built around him even as he lets the cyborg take the metallic bird from his palm  .

          calloused finger tips flex lightly prior to being stuffed in soft pant pockets    ,    eyebrows creasing with each moment in passing  .             “        suppose there is    .    i made it  .        ”             harsh tone withers into neutrality  ,   head tilting to the side as he studies genos carefully  .  garou sighs  ,  shaking his head  .             “          made it for someone  .  look  ,  you don’t hafta do shit for me  ,  you know  .          ”

PDA

Public display of aggression

lalalala /slowly sinks into rarepair hell/

Things I love about hyenas: there is a strict matriarchy in their society / females have 8-inch clitorises / they’re just so cool / and adorable

me whenever there’s drama