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yuusishi · 15 hours
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Some more pre-release Boothill brainrot because I'm struggling,,
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Boothill still tries to woo you and flirt with you in bars or clubs, even if you're together god knows how long.
He sits next to you, eyeing you from time to time; he finishes drinking the cold beverage and stands up, placing his hat on the seat and moving in between the seats, closer to you. "Ya come here often, sweetheart?" he flashes his signature shark smile at you, leaning on the bar counter with his elbows, "Well, aren't you a pretty little thing? A cowboy like me can't let a sweet pea like you go home alone at night," boothill tilts his head slightly, moving his bangs and revealing his other eye - his silver eyes glimmer with playfulness, not long before sending you a wink.
"Boothill, we've been married for 5 years."
Boothill is probably able to drink more than a normal human (canon pls don't disappoint me), so when it gets a little too much, he's straight up caging you between him and the bar counter with his arms on either side and making out with you. He does NOT care. And the bartender better not care either.
Boothill is your mobile electricity outlet, so you can pretty much always charge your phone. Probably not a pleasant experience for him, but sometimes you just have to do sacrifices for love. (💀)
It might be a challenge to sometimes differentiate whether Boothill says genuine pet names or wants to playfully throw a jab at you, since his synesthesia beacon is acting up. You're his sweetheart, but that goddamn fly that kept bothering him for two days straight is too... Hmm.
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yuusishi · 22 hours
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scary dog privileges
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( my yuu n malleus! ^^ )
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yuusishi · 1 day
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Crowley as Mallepapa hc:
The first time he receives a text message from Malleus, he's so elated that he prints it, frames it, and displays it proudly on his office table. He's just so happy that his son is finally opening up and allowing them to start over from the beginning.
Crewel: "..."
🐦‍⬛: "What is it?"
🐩: "That's... A really unique decor you have there."
🐦‍⬛: "Is it not? My son has a way with words! I dare say he inherited it from me, haha!"
🐩: "It literally says 'please stop bothering me'."
🐦‍⬛: "He's a shy boy."
🐩: "He follows up with a 'please delete my number'."
🐦‍⬛: "Being keen on privacy is a wonderful trait."
🐩: "He finishes the conversation with a 'rest in hell'."
🐦‍⬛: "A wonderful vacation suggestion, indeed! What better way is there to spend the freezing winter than in the toasty lands of hell?"
🐩: "..."
🐦‍⬛: "Well? Is there anything else you need from me?"
🐩: "Please just approve my leave request. I need a break."
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yuusishi · 2 days
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love is a compilation of coincidences
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... and chances u create urself
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yuusishi · 2 days
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crying my eyes out whenever I see baby Cael and his plant cell looking ass
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yuusishi · 3 days
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Imagine giving your boyfriend, Dr. Ratio a rubber duck that looks like him as a joke. He does make a comment saying it's idiotic, but he actually keeps it in his bathtub. Every time he looks at it while he's bathing, it makes him feel a warmth in his chest because it's a personalized gift you got just for him. You notice it hanging on the side of the tub the next time you bathe with him and tease him for it. "Hm. I guess it wasn't that idiotic of a present since you kept it in one of your most sacred places." He just ignores your teasing and continues reading his book.
The next time you two decided to take a bath together to relax, you notice another rubber duckie next to the one you gifted him and it looks just like you. You make a comment on it and he's nonchalant about it. His reasoning being "It seemed fitting that you should have one as well since we usually bathe together". All you can do is blush, taken by surprise from his words. He notices this and smirks. "What's wrong dear? Too shy to give one of your teasing remark?" All you can do is look away, moving back to lay on his chest. You quietly say, "It's cute." He slightly chuckles, a fond look graces his features. He wraps his arm around you, bringing you closer into him and rests his face into your hair, leaving a faint kiss to the crown of your head.
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yuusishi · 3 days
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It's my birthday, so I'm fulfilling Wakasama's wish--I mean allow him to bestow a blessing upon me UwU
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yuusishi · 3 days
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I LOVE this pink ball of chaotic fluff he's so silly
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yuusishi · 3 days
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It would be so funny if Malleus’s clubwear card would be him in super formal clothing and he’s gonna say something like “Wearing clothes befitting the club activity is most proper, I shall not squander this opportunity to tell you about our…or my activities”
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yuusishi · 3 days
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part two of lbc characters and tumblr text posts
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yuusishi · 3 days
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"ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴘɪʟʟᴏᴡꜱ" || ꜱᴀᴍᴘᴏ ᴋᴏꜱᴋɪ, ʙᴏᴏᴛʜɪʟʟ, ᴅʀ. ʀᴀᴛɪᴏ
✭ pairing(s): sampo koski, boothill, veritas ratio (seperate) x gn reader
✩ inspo: recent leaks lol
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✧ a/n: i have been grinding out hsr for the past like two months cause i just got back into it and now i'm going into overdrive i need boothill so much (but im also like intent on pulling for acheron and aventurine).
gist of this (for those who don't follow me considering i've writen mainly mk) is they just really like putting their head in your chest. or some of them... and what they'd do/how they'd react if you did it to them. smth silly n fun :P!
🗒 cw: gn reader cause everyone can have boobs, written before 2.1/before boothill release, ooc boothill maybe?, not proofread
✎ wc: 1196
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⎯Sampo Koski
Burying his face in your chest isn’t JUST a hobby for Sampo. It’s a lifestyle. It doesn’t matter what time it is, what he did that day, what kind of scheme he got down to, he’s finding a way to shove his face into your chest. He could be out of breath, having just ran for his life from the Silvermane Guards, and still plank into your chest. Doesn’t matter if he can’t breathe.
If you complain, he doesn’t let up. There’s no way to pry him away, so you might as well just accept it. Sometimes, he’ll even pick you up and haul you to bed. It is one of the rare times that he will actually pulls away for air. Mainly because it’s awkward to hold you like that, and he wouldn’t be able to see anything.
You start to wonder if it’s as amazing as he plays it out to be… the way he begs and begs makes you believe that it must be true bliss. It’d be a shame to let those beautiful big naturals go to waste, y’know? So, while Sampo’s out scheming, you’re plotting. How to ambush him, the best tactical position, all the statistics. Unfortunately, he’s cunning and skillful, so it won’t be as easy as you hoped.
Regardless, you won’t let Sampo get away with this unpunished. You spend all day and almost all night waiting by the door, ready to pounce at any moment. And the minute that door cracks, you're on him like a rabid cat. All he can do is yelp as you essentially tackle him, wrapping your arms around him and almost sending you both to the floor. As he steadies the two of you, you push your head into his chest.
It all makes sense now. You understand. You understand everything, it’s as if the universe has just unraveled in front of you. It’s oddly comfortable, something you get lost in easily. You ignore Sampo’s protests, letting your mind melt as you subconsciously push yourself further into your boyfriend’s grasp. And chest. You could stay here forever, comfy, satisfied, happy… until it starts getting hard to breathe. Only for a moment do you pull away, looking at Sampo. He’s got a shit-eating grin on his face, something that screams ‘I know, right?’
⎯Boothill
You don’t get to see Boothill much, mainly because his first stop after a mission is the mechanics. He may loathe his cyborg body, but that doesn’t mean he’ll let it rust and break down. But on the rare occasion that he does come home to you, he really, really loves skin on skin contact. Or… skin on metal contact, that’s the right term. He doesn’t necessarily get exhausted, but it’s nice to feel human for once.
And yes, half the time he dives right for your chest. Given the fact that the only flesh remaining is his head, it’s just… really nice to him. If it’s not your chest, he’s laying his head down on your thighs and staring up at you with a cheeky grin. Whenever you ask him what’s on his mind, he just says it’s nothing, and urges you to play with his hair. Under all that metal, his (metaphorical) heart still beats, after all!
While you are very familiar with cold metal against your skin, part of you can’t help but think about returning the gesture. Would it be uncomfortable? Yeah, maybe. But you wouldn’t exactly throw yourself at his chest, you’re not looking for a broken nose. Still, curiosity killed the cat, and satisfaction brought it back.
It’s quite a while til the next time you see Boothill, but you don’t take it for granted. Every single second you spend with him is taken into account. Even if it’s plotting something as devious as resting your head between his boobs. It could be comfier and all, but something about getting the galaxy ranger to stay still long enough for you to rest your head on his chest gives you butterflies. It’s no easy feat.
Oftentimes, you only get a couple hours with him. This was such a day, and you weren’t going to let it go to waste. When he settles down onto you with an exasperated sigh, prattling on about his latest adventure and how flashy Penacony was, you wrap your arms around him and swing a leg over his, managing to flip your positions. When you place your head to his chest, you can hear the whirring of machinery inside of his body, which feels fantastical in its own right. You’re met with a shocked expression and a bunch of “eh’s!?” thrown your way. You can’t help but laugh and go back to listening. In turn, all Boothill does is poke your sides, trying to get you up. But deep down, he appreciates the gesture, it’s something that makes him feel a little more human.
⎯Dr. Ratio
Veritas doesn’t even dream of putting his head on your chest, or your thighs. He’s a man of dignity, he wouldn’t even be caught doing that. He’ll lean on your shoulder from time to time, but he’s not very big on physical touch in general. It’s a very rare occasion for him to even hold your hand. But he shows his love in other ways. He likes being in the same room as you, doing your own separate things. It brings a sense of closeness, in a way.
However, you can’t help but think about what it would be like to use his chest as a pillow. He’s sculpted, like really well defined, and goddammit, you are no stranger to temptation. Sure, he’s a no-nonsense guy, but there has to be room in the marbled heart for some silliness. And you are going to take your chance, even if it kills you!
So, you devise a plan. You’ll ambush him when he least expects it, right after his bath. If only you could haul him off to the bed or the couch, get a couple of minutes in… but standing will have to do. With Veritas, you gotta be grateful with what you get. Which, you can’t complain at all, you’ve got a beautiful boyfriend.
It feels a little perverted waiting for him to come out of his bath, but granted, you’ve been in this same position countless times before. Although, you do fidget a lot. It’s hard to keep still, it feels like such a grand crime just waiting for him. But when he steps out of the bath you pounce. He’s warm and comfortable, exactly how you imagined it. It’s like heaven on earth. Oh, Aeons, you could stay here forever…
But he’s quick to reprimand you. Very few times have you seen Veritas blush. Even fewer to see his whole face red, to see him so expressive. He’s got a near disgusted look as he looks down at you, a little shocked, but above all, flustered. All he does is question you– more like, interrogates you. All the questions slip past your mind as you relish in the fleeting feeling of his boobs, so warm and comforting, it’s torture having to part with his chest.
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yuusishi · 3 days
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hey boothill fuckers what do we think of himbo
i’m so desperate for boothill leaks
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yuusishi · 3 days
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BOOTHILL LEAKS !!
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LORRDDD I'M TRYING NOT TO THIRST ON THIS ACCOUNT SO BADDD BUT IT'S GETTING DIFFICULT
(leaks via Dimbreath, full animations here !!)
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yuusishi · 4 days
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ꜱᴜɴᴅᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀɪɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴ ɪɴᴊᴜʀᴇᴅ! ꜱ/ᴏ
pairings - sunday x injured! reader / aventurine x injured! reader
content - reader is gender-neutral/ angst but with comfort/ fluff in the end
warnings - a bit of angst (?), maybe like two sprinkles..
⋘ ʟᴏᴀᴅɪɴɢ... ⋙
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Sunday had been filing through his paperwork, eyes skimming over the contents before tucking it into its rightful folder. The ticking of a clock was the only sound that filled the room, besides the noise of papers being shuffled. It was then his mind had begun to wonder, filtering out the ambiance and recalling the last conversation the two of you had shared before leaving for work. 
“It seems that something urgent has come up at work. I’ll be leaving now, Sunday.” You quickly put on your footwear that you normally use for work, making sure that it isn't loose. Sunday stood near the front door and offered you your bag that held your belongings when you got up.
“Alright, stay safe, my dear.” 
And with a quick peck on the lips, you had set off to work, leaving Sunday in the doorway feeling a little lonely. 
With a shake of his head and the shutting of the door, Sunday had made his way to the bedroom to start his own routine.
There was no need for him to feel lonely. As you would be back in his arms later that day. 
He wouldn’t have had to wait that long, as he was notified of your disappearance by your boss. 
Sunday had dropped whatever paperwork he was doing, the papers that were once neatly organized scattered across his desk. When he had got the call from your superior, knots of dread had weaved itself in his stomach and it made him want to puke. 
He left his office in a hurry, not bothering to close the door fully as he sprinted to the place your superior had sent you to. Your superior had said that you had an assignment within the real dreamscape, something about the memetic entities within it that were disrupting the environment. The group that was sent to the area had lost you somewhere deep within it before they were attacked by those monsters. 
The thought of you being by yourself while facing those things made a shiver run up his spine. He knew how capable you were but he didn’t want to risk losing another person again. 
Not after what happened to his sister.
When Sunday got to the real dreamscape, he had met with the group you were sent with before leaving on his own to find you. He tore the entire place apart, searching for any traces of where you could have gone before stumbling upon a trail of freshly spilled blood. Your blood. 
Sunday cursed under his breath, following the trail that led him through door after door. It was then the trail stopped, your beaten up form sitting up against the wall, a pool of blood beneath you from the blood that you were losing. You were on the verge of unconsciousness.
For a moment he felt his heart stop, hands clenching in anger and fear at what had done this to you. But despite the urge to eliminate whoever was responsible, he needed to focus and bring you somewhere safe. 
You hadn’t registered the footsteps that were quickly approaching you, the gentleness of the person who was carrying you and the soft fluttering of wings against your face, nor the warm grip on your hand while you got transported to the infirmary. It was then when you could barely make out a couple of people above you that you were swept away to darkness.
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There was a faint noise coming from beside you. It was the sound of the monitors that were hooked up to you, the IV pole sitting nearby with its saline bag half empty. The bright lights that flooded your vision as soon as you woke caused you to wince, slowly shuffling in the medical bed you were set on. 
The pain you felt was almost unbearable. The myriad of bandages on your body and the cast around your leg were proof of where the pain originated. You could barely move around that much with how everything was restricting you, yet you attempted to find a comfortable position. 
However, you felt a lightweight resting on your thigh and a loose grip holding your hand. 
“Sunday..?” You croaked out, peering over at the man who slept peacefully with some of his loose feathers around you. You figured that he must’ve been so stressed that some had popped right off, poor thing. 
Reaching out a hand and carefully swiping away some of his disheveled hair, you saw the bags that had formed under his eyes. How many days has it been? It was clear that he had spent a while there with you, waiting for the moment that you’d awaken, but his tiredness eventually caught up to him. You couldn’t help but shake your head, feeling a little guilty you had caused your lover this much stress. 
Sunday stirring awake snapped you out of your thoughts. He slowly blinked his eyes open and lifted himself away from where he lay as he noticed that you were awake.
“_____..? You’re awake..! Thank Xipe..I almost thought you weren’t going to wake up anytime soon.” Sunday breathed a sigh of relief, the feelings of stress and anxiety that ate away at him disappearing. He carefully cupped your face and pressed his forehead against yours. “I’m sorry I couldn’t get there in time, My Love…”
“Sunday… You don’t need to apologize for that. I should be apologizing for my recklessness…” You murmured, feeling the warmth radiating from him. You sunk further into his touch, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles on your cheek. 
“Nonsense, you were only doing your duty.” Sunday firmly stated, nudging you to look him in the eyes. “There is nothing for you to be sorry for.”
Tears began to well in your eyes, not just from the pain but the reassurance that Sunday gave you. You would not have known what to do if either one of you lost the other, so you were eternally grateful that both of you were alive at this moment. 
A brief silence fell between the both of you. It wasn’t uncomfortable but rather comforting, enjoying the presence of each other for a little longer before the nurses would check in on you. 
“If you think about it… You’re kind of like my guardian angel, Sunday.” Sunday chuckled. 
“I guess I am.”
➠ ᴀᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀɪɴᴇ_
You and Aventurine had an..interesting start to your developing friendship that brought you to where you are now. The both of you had first started working at the IPC in the same department so the frequent appearances of the other never really surprised either one of you. There would be times when you’d guys share small talk, but that never really lasted long as you got swept away to another assignment. 
When you had started rising through the ranks, there was an unspoken rivalry that began to form between you and Aventurine. You never really cared or bothered to feed into this ‘rivalry’, but you had to admit that it was pretty funny seeing Aventurine so fired up if something fortunate happened to you. This led to constant teasing and bickering whenever the two of you encountered each other. It got even worse when you got paired to the same assignment as him. Yet he did know when to take things seriously so you both could get the job done. 
It had been a rather uninteresting day of work for Aventurine, bound to his desk and reviewing important documents that had been submitted to him from his subordinates. Eventually, he had concluded everything and placed them into a cabinet for further inspection later. He just wanted to take a quick walk to stretch out his body after being strapped to his chair for the entire day. 
The scenery outside the spaceship was what you’d expect, yet he never grew bored of it. Sometimes he’d stare out into the vast sea of stars and planets, distracted by the idea of just how small he and his problems were. In a way, it distracted him from the stresses of life.
Aventurine had begun to near the area where people would come in, a group of workers that had recently finished an assignment passing him. He noticed some familiar faces amidst the group and started to wonder when you’d be back to see him. 
It had been 2 weeks since you left for your assignment, giving him a long kiss that left him dazed before departing. Aventurine didn’t lie when he said that he’d miss you as he whined about you leaving for 2 weeks, clinging to you when it was the morning of your departure. Yet he whined a little less when you promised to text him whenever you had a moment of free time.
Speaking of which… The last message you sent to him was a while ago, around 2 days in fact. He never heard anything from you since you bid goodnight to him which made him a little worried. But he knew more than anyone that you were a capable and dependable person, so his worries grew a little less. 
…Yet he could feel a small twinge of dread in his stomach whenever he thought about the time span. 
The opening of the doors leading to the docking area brought him out of his thoughts, glancing over to check what ship had come back. To his surprise, it was you..but in crutches and countless bandages as you awkwardly made your way past the door with someone assisting you. 
Aventurine stared for a couple of seconds, registering your beat-up form before rushing over. “_____!”
You had strained your neck to look towards where the voice came from, seeing a distressed Aventurine catch up with you and your coworker.
“Ah.. Aventurine–,” you started, giving him an awkward smile. “--didn’t think I’d see you so soon. How has work been–”
“What happened to you??” Before you could finish your sentence, Aventurine had taken your coworker’s place, assisting you towards the infirmary. You were trying to explain what happened during your mission and brushed off the injuries, as it was never uncommon to come out with a few scratches and bruises… Aventurine disagreed in a heartbeat.  
“Missions can be dangerous so you must take care of yourself.” Aventurine huffed, getting you checked into the infirmary. 
After you were settled into your room with everything taken care of, Aventurine came back in to stay by your side. You could tell he was upset and concerned for your well-being, sighing as he continued to whine and lecture you about safety. 
“You should’ve given me a call, you know I’d be there in a heartbeat–” 
“Aventurine…”
“Who knows what could’ve happened to you if the circumstances were different–” 
“Aventurine.”  
“Whatever happened… Whoever did this to you I’ll–”
“Aventurine!” 
He stopped pacing around the room, head snapping towards you when your voice finally got his attention. You sighed softly, looking down at your hands that had medical equipment attached to them. “I’m okay. Everything is fine–” “How can you say that?” 
Aventurine gave you a frown, crossing his arms as he stood at the foot of your bed. “You came out with multiple injuries, hell you could barely walk. How could you say that everything is fine?” His eyes had narrowed, staring down at the tiled floor that reflected back at him.
You stared at him for a bit, thinking of what you could say to him. After all, he was right, you came out bearing a multitude of injuries that would leave a couple of scars. But..you didn’t want him to be so worried for your sake, you couldn’t bear burdening him. The grip you had on the sheets loosened, your head leaning back onto the pillow. 
“I…” A pause. “..I’m sorry, Aventurine. I didn’t want to cause more stress for you but.. I’ll be fine. I promise.” You firmly spoke, watching him look back at you before coming over to sit beside you.
“No I… You don’t need to apologize.” Aventurine sighed, moving to hold your hand. “I was just..scared. I’m sorry for lashing out on you, _____.” His gloved fingers felt warm against your bare skin, thumb gliding over your knuckles. 
You hummed in response, your hand interlocking with Aventurine’s. “I know, Aven.” He gave your intertwined hands a kiss, pressing his forehead against them.
“Geez… You really don’t know how worried I was when I didn’t hear anything from you for two days.” Aventurine whined, head moving to rest on your stomach. You stroked his hair, fingers gliding through his golden strands as he sighed in bliss. 
“...I missed you.” He mumbled, peering up at you like a kid through his lovely eyes. You smiled softly at him. 
“I missed you too, Aven.”
“You won’t believe how work has been without you, though…” “Really? I’m all ears.”
⋘ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ! ⋙
note - sorry for the sudden disappearance everyone! 😀 i hope that you guys haven't missed me too much but i'll promise to post stuff soon! thank you guys for your patience and i hope you guys have a safe and wonderful break/week!
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yuusishi · 4 days
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I can’t stop thinking about domestic scenarios with your favs. Like imagine some of them being high-ranking leaders, always in prim and proper uniforms for meetings and elegant outfits for events, but you’re the only one that gets to see them early in the morning when they’re clad in just a simple graphic t-shirt and pajamas with a cute print on them, maybe even a bit of horrible bed hair.
Being the only one with the privilege and beloved enough to see them equally as vulnerable as you at that moment.
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yuusishi · 4 days
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How do u guys think Sunday reacted when he received the news of Robin’s death. Maybe it was delivered to him through one of his underlings.
Do you think he froze. Do you think he stood stock still as the world around him blurred. Do you think the words coming out of his subordinate’s mouth became muffled and distant. Do you think his heart dropped into his stomach like an anchor detached from it’s ship. Do you think Robin’s letter flashes through his mind. Do you think he thinks about how she asked him to keep himself safe and she was the one who ended up dying. Do you think he felt anger towards the monster that took her from this world. Do you think he felt regret for not deploying hounds to assist her and keep her safe. Do you think he regrets not assisting her himself. Do you think he feels misery over the fact that Robin is dead. Robin is dead. Robin is dead. His little sister. His little sister…
He doesn’t hear anything his subordinate says after that. Once they’re dismissed and exit the room, nausea fully curls itself into his gut. He bursts into the bathroom and heaves over the toilet.
Do you think he felt like a failure. Do you think he cried. Do you think his heart shattered beyond repair because the person who mattered to him the most is gone. Do you think he feels blistering hot rage because this is all The Watchmaker’s fault.
Do you think… do you think…
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