#(I can and will pick XD)

[descendant-of-truth]

Today I discovered that nothing hurts worse than getting factual information about Kris wrong in front of other people. This continued for around 30 minutes

[violetscanfly]

Marleyan Hange part 2 - Shiganshina

[cw aot canon typical violence and gore]

Time for the drama to start aaaaaa

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Hange knows they have to make a choice when Reiner, Bert and Zeke of all people show up but before they can Bert transforms and Moblit saves their life like in canon. (Except titan shifter Hange would have probably survived the blast so... Oops, sorry Moblit?)

Reeling and guilt ridden from the loss of a dear friend Hange climbs out of the well and stumbles upon Jean, Sasha and Connie, who have already taken out Reiner. (Sasha didn't miss this time and Mikasa left to see about the serum.)

Hange knows it's time to lock in, they've already put their family in unnecessary danger by dallying around, so they transform. They really don't want to fight with Connie, Sasha and Jean though, those are their kids they've helped to train and guide for years now. They try to avoid conflict as best as they can and run off with Reiner, but accidentally cross paths with Levi and Mikasa, who still has a thunderspear, and boom they go.

As their head clears they look around for Reiner but their eyes meet Levi's instead. He looks at them with complete disbelief but before either of them can even begin to think what to say, Pieck gobbles both Reiner and Hange up and runs off.

The mission ends as a complete failure. Although there's nothing they could have done for Marcel, Hange feels responsible for Annie and Bert being left behind, but Zeke assures them it's better to cut their losses now and get out. He has of course heard from Bert and Reiner about Hange's relationship with Levi and finds it amusing but ultimately meaningless.

Later, after the whole Armin or Erwin debate (he still chose Armin) Levi is taking a walk, feeling numb after loosing all of his friends and the two people he loved the most. His legs take him to where he last saw Hange, and his eyes fall on a familiar object on the ground. It's Hange's notebook, the one they always kept on their person and refused to show the contents to anyone. Tch. He picks it up despite himself.

[cimmerian1275]

*SLAMS DOWN* F E A S T!!! A sketchpage to cure boredom <3

Just ignore how my sketches look so clean, trust me. They STARTED OUT AS SKETCHES... But then i progressively got better at drawing them and my sketches got so clean that they became my infamous Glorified Sketches™.

And some separate shots w higher quality below :P

This all adds up to 16 hours of drawing over a few days C:

I have that dragon plushie irl, its just half the size and not as cool... Ill always find a way to include a dragon in my art.

Im definitely gonna do more later when i dont feel like sleeping the day away.

[fievell]

Trying my hand on this cutie ~ 🫶

[smolboiremy]

how it feels being small on computer games

how it feels being small on vr games

[cheriemariii]

Part 1/5 of that damned jrsih yuri au look book I've been working on for three weeks straight now 🤞 (under the cut :3)

usagi

-what if scrooge mcduck were an insufferable lesbian mostly

-I remember back when i was drafting her i saw someone on twt refer to a character (idk who xd) as “femme prince” and it just stuck with me yknow???????

-so yeah anyways she loves suits. u could be doing your groceries and randomly find this renowned writer wearing the most annoyingly extra suit u have ever seen in ur life.

-and the very few times she is not wearing one (mostly when she is supposed to be chilling at home) she still dresses up like a rich man. as a fun fact, the outfit pictured above is inspired by smth usagi actually wears in the manga jdhsjdhshh

-if she ever wears a dress its only for an extremely formal event that isaka forced her to go to. And ofc it IS something too fancy

-pretty much her entire wardrobe is way too expensive….. and also its huge

-also she likes wearing heels bc she likes being taller than she already is (very much so…..) and she is surprisingly good at walking with them for someone who hates going outside

-her hair always looks the same bc she may not be lazy enough to put on full makeup and dress like she came out straight from a snobby men fashion show somewhere expensive every single day….. but she is too lazy to do her hair.

-killer bod somehow? and will make sure to use it against misakis ~composed japanese woman~ facade at any given opportunity :)

nowaki

-butchbutchbutcbhbutchbutchbutch

-keeping her close to canon :)

-very much into dark plain colors, mostly bc she likes keeping things simple when it comes to clothing. this accidentally makes her look a little bit more intimidating than she actually is tho ;p

-wears sweaters most of the time bc they are comfy and other stuff is a lil harder to find in her size xd

-on a related note, shes not much into shopping bc most stuff she tries fits weird one way or another, so her wardrobe is rather limited (ALTHOUGH hiro is working on expanding it a lil bit 🤞she often gifts her clothing on special occasions, and seems to be the only person who can actually pick stuff that fits her right :3)

-she is hugeeee as already implied xdxd very broad shouldered and fit and muscular (not exaggerated but its definitely there) and strong and and and……… i would even go as far as to keep the canon height (1.86 m if im not mistaken????). Naturally the difference between her and the average japanese woman (hell, even between her and other characters considered “tall” in this au) is waaaay more noticeable, so it draws even more attention

(-from here on i will be using nowaki as a reference to talk about a characters height…..)

-very neat when it comes to her work clothes, but likes to decorate her lab coat with pins and such bc her patients seem to like it :)

-also i dont remember if its ever stablished what happened to the flower shop job but id like to believe she gets to keep it, at least as a weekends thing or smth,, (nowaki seemed to enjoy it idk idk :”3)

-miyagi

-milf. Not in the “older woman with ginormous sex appeal” way, but because she literally looks like someones mom

-(actually, its not rare for people to take her for shinobus mother when they go out together, even if they dont look alike in the slightest jsjsjs this is a bit more comprehensible bc in this au they do have the ages to be mother and daughter (21 and 42), but booooy does shinobu get defensive about it…..)

-quite feminine, but still tries to remain comfortable most of the time (so mostly pants, loose blouses, etc etc)

-has a thing for patterns, specially florals, and specially very colorful or elaborated ones :)

-wears heels often (she likes them ✊)….. and wonders why her back hurts….

-shinobu likes to gift her jewelry :D her earrings remain the same tho bc it hurts to put them back on (i swear it does!!!!!)

-kinda skinny and just slightly taller than the average woman

-very short hair for easy maintenance mostly

-killer skincare routine, but mostly bc shinobu is a little annoying about her aging properly and shares with her a lot of her own stuff xd

asahina

-kind of old fashioned???? I mean most of the references i used seemed to be from like the 70s so ig….

-very feminine, but in a rich (isakas courtesy) church lady kind of way. So very long skirts, high-collared shirts or straight up turtlenecks, thighs….

-to this day isaka remains the only person to have ever seen her bare ankles in the past 20 (or so?) years

-very tall. To the point of not looking like a gremlin next to nowaki at least

-she is also very skinny tho, so in a way she does end up looking quite small in comparison xd

-the scar on her face is bc of the car accident (coughmurdersuicideattemptcough) as a child :) it is mostly hypertrophic scars from the glass and debris falling on her and some burnt skin too, and she cant feel or move that side of her face as much as normal (hence the ever lasting lack of expression…..). It doesn’t look as obvious as i made it seem tho, that was mostly to bring out the fact that its there xd I would love to make a more detailed post about it if only i could draw…….

-the exact same hair and extremely similar silhouette in every look is not a lack of creativity, but a show of how she always strives for consistency and balance and neatness (…..it may be a lack of creativity…..)

ijuuin

-“i have all the ideas very clear in my head” <- me when i lie

-ngl ijuuin was a bit tricky djdhsjhdjsgshs like i could imagine her in my head but not have a very clear concept until a while ago……

-ANYWAYS i recall ijuuin dressing quite classy every once in a while in the manga, so that was what i was going for here kinda?

-cant help but feel she looks a little old fashioned too but in my mind this is what cool asf looks like so idc

-ik she LOVES patterns. Everything colorful and elaborate… She also likes to experiment with them, clashing them together and such

-she goes out on her pajamas a lot more than she should. But puts on her pretentious trenchcoat (inspired by canon!!) to cover it so its okay 👍

-has very beautiful hair and will make sure everyone notices it(hence why she never puts it up even if she somehow styles it…)

-quite tall. not to the point of not looking ridiculous next to nowaki, but its a highlight

-also has the body of a greek goddess statue and yuu is very much obviously obsessed with it :)

[djcarnationsblog]

Yes I do think the leos should get to wear jumpsuits. Just as a lil' treat

[seirei-bh]

The most surreal and funny thing that happened to me in episode 6 was seeing Devon and Roy fighting over having a date with my Candy while I just wanted to get out of there to find Jason! 😭

And then after that, seeing Devon confronting Jason too because he thought Jason was harassing my Candy, when in fact, those two were having some kind of playful flirting.

It seems I'm playing a poly route and I WASN'T MY INTENTION! Help~ 🤣

[iristial]

ryutarookada_official: 【Report 】 I passed the 2024 bar exam.

RYUTARO'S FIRST INSTAGRAM UPDATE IN FOUR YEARS, WHO ELSE CHEERED

[pixelatedraindrops]

This is for @draconicsparkle as part of a Secret Santa event done in a Makoyuma server that I’m part of. Figured I’d try to participate.

(Wow for once I don’t draw sick art xD)

Further rambling

This was an idea I had after I read the recent chapter of Web of Truth, Kira’s Monster AU fic. Honestly the fact Makoto felt full and sleepy after just 2 pizza slices was both interesting and cute to me. So…what about a post Christmas sugar crash? And then this idea came up.

A Spider’s First Christmas

Short Story:

Yuma returns from a Christmas Eve party with his college friends, bringing home a platter of a variety of Christmas sweets leaving them on the kitchen counter for a later time since he already ate. As he goes to take a shower for about 20 minutes, brushes his teeth and changed into his wool pajamas and socks, he exits the bathroom and notices that someone else had eaten the entire platter.

Yuma nervously walks to his bedroom to find the culprit as a lump sleeping in his bed. Makoto is seen tucked in, a pair of his front arms sprawled on the bed while the other front pair gently rub his full stomach and various crumbs scattered on his face. He looked satisfied, like a predator who just cornered and devoured his prey. Except in this case, the prey was a plate of gingerbread cookies, candy canes, an entire loaf of fruitcake and a carton of eggnog.

Yuma is bewildered at first but then he gives a small smile. The sweet buffet was clearly a very heavy load, sending the spider-human hybrid into a very deep slumber. Likely his first ever sugar crash or food coma. He did have a much bigger appetite lately since trying various human foods. To Yuma’s surprise, the monster’s fangs retract, and a sweet and gentle smile is left on his face. He looked…oddly cute. Almost an innocent sleeping child waiting for the morning of Christmas to come. But he was clearly happy just to be warm, fed and sheltered from the cold outside. Yuma gives in and decides to sleep on the sofa for the night to not disturb his sleeping guest any further.

“…Merry Christmas Makoto.”

(okay I know yuma's not in his pjs in the art but ITS FINE XD)

I hope you like it c:

Tho my art style is too cutesy to draw this monster spider makoto again… And him having this many limbs is my worst nightmare since I already suck with proper body anatomy so I cheated by using the blanket to cover his other limbs lol I'm not good w drawing monsters...but I wasn't gonna dare try an android... x'D

Bonus w festive sweater :3

[hirazuki]

One of my photog friends wants to do a photoshoot in a couple of weeks and I just offered him three options for cosplays I don't have photos of yet... and just realized that for one of them, I still need to wrap a katana handle and lacquer a saya...

... I can do that in two weeks... right? ^^;

[queen-scribbles]

You are no longer a grain of sand resisting the countless armies of the Abyss. You are something greater.

Wonderful art of Rethelion from @tadpole-apocalypse

[artbymesa]

IT WAS GONNA BE QUICK DOODLES I TOLD MYSELF

You'll have to pry this head canon from my cold, dead fingers

I recorded this with my Tav, should anyone be interested(realized after she had different armor on whoops).

[lisutarid-a]

JP: Noctis: It’s freezing!  Ignis: Wouldn't it be better to put on a jacket? Don't catch cold.

ENG: Noctis: Agh! It’s freezing!  Ignis: You’ll catch cold if you don’t wear your jacket. 

[kangaracha]

white hyacinth + lee know

white hyacinth: 'meddlesome angels and the people they save'

written by @keepswingin

tw/cw: near death experiences, suicide attempts, unspecified eating disorder, references to child abuse, drowning, self-harm.

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"I never should've saved you," Minho all but hisses as he throws himself into the closest chair, wringing out the bottom of his shirt. "I don't even like you." There's already a small puddle forming beneath his feet as water drips from his clothes. Seaweed is caught behind his ear. "Were you trying to drown yourself?" 

Hyunjin hangs over the kitchen sink, equally drenched. Water droplets slip from his hair and onto the dirty dishes he couldn't bring himself to clean. His fingers are pruned. He's surprised his legs can hold his own weight. His throat is sore and his teeth ache. He coughs to try and relieve some of the lingering pressure in his chest only to hack up more salt water, burning on its way up and out. He groans, slumping against the counter. "And if I say yes?" he counters quietly, voice rasping across the kitchen. 

"Then I should've let you," Minho spits, and a heavy splat of water hitting the tile punctuates his words. Hyunjin isn't sure how to feel when his tone of voice is like this, lingering in the space between biting and sharp. Oddly enough, he doesn't feel guilty for taking Minho's time. "Millions of people die everyday and I save the one person trying to kill himself?" 

"I didn't ask you to," Hyunjin says, quieter. "You could've saved someone else." 

The silence that comes after prickles uncomfortably at Hyunjin's skin. The chair scrapes against the floor when Minho finally stands. Hyunjin doesn't bother to turn, barely bothers to breathe. "No," Minho grumbles, and it sounds like the fight has suddenly been drained from his very body. "I saved you."

oo

"Lose some weight," Minho snarks to the body he drags away from the edge, barely able to budge him any further than a few feet. "You're too heavy." The mud hinders his progress and he spits a curse as he lets go of him, glaring. His arm falls into the muck, splaying across his skin. "Unbelievable." 

Changbin lifts his mud-covered arm and stares at for a long moment before dropping it against his chest. His heart is still racing from the adrenaline of it all. He can still feel how weightless he was as he teetered, one foot in the air, his weight tipping forward into near oblivion. Minho's painful grip as his fingers had latched around his forearm, yanking him backwards. 

Minho huffs, still glaring. "What were you thinking? That you'd get a free pass and catch yourself in time?"

Changbin almost laughs. "I wasn't thinking," he says, voice strangely detached. He doesn't know where to go from here. This was his final step. "Were you?" he dares to ask Minho, turning his head so he can watch him. "Thinking?" He's sure there's better people out there to save. He wonders if Minho even bothers when it comes to people that deserve it. He knows he definitely doesn't deserve it and yet Minho pulled him back. 

"I was thinking about how stupid you are," he replies easily, not bothering to soften the words in an attempt to get them through his thick skull. "The movie you've been waiting for comes out on Friday. Your gym just got new weights. You told me you wanted to try new food." He reaches over and grabs at his arm, mud slipping from his skin onto Minho's palm. "I thought you were saving yourself."

"There's nothing left of me to save," he whispers, digging the words out from where they've been buried. 

Minho lets go of his arm. A spot of mud lands on Changbin's cheek. 

"There's plenty of you left," he says. "I'll find it again even if you can't." 

oo

"You're insane," is all Minho can bring himself to say as he stares down at the gun in his hands. He's never held one before and it's heavy in his palms, heavier still with the weight of being able to end a life faster than Minho can save it. He looks up and wants to yell, for the first time in a long time. It pushes and pushes at his chest, but he swallows the words before they can make it anywhere. 

Chan is emotionless as he stares back at Minho, dark bags under his eyes, cheeks sunken with something more than stress. He stands still and numb in the center of the room. His fingers are shaking. Pale. "I was using that," he says, and it could be a joke if this was anything else than what it is, even if his tone is just as empty as the rest of him. 

"Not anymore," Minho throws back, pocketing the pistol and hoping that he was successful in flicking the safety on. "I'm surprised. You're usually smarter than this. Did you expect me to clean up after?" 

Chan winces at the barb. His eyes drift down to his shoes. The abandoned warehouse around them creaks with the next flick of wind. He feels unlike himself. He feels exhausted. He feels like a terrible person as Minho stares him down with eyes that are never as cold as the rest of him. He wonders if there's a limit to how many times one can save him. He wonders if he can find that limit himself or with some help. 

"I'm sorry." He doesn't think he means the words, not in the way he should. His mind keeps replaying the motions. He can still feel Minho's grip, can still hear the shuffle of his feet on the concrete as he had moved toward him. 

Minho rolls his eyes. "Save your apology for when you mean it," he says. Chan gives a small nod. He doesn't know if he should stay here or go home, or find somewhere completely new. He doesn't know where he belongs. "And pick up a new hobby. Guns don't suit you anymore than this does." 

oo

"Do you even care anymore?" Minho asks from outside the bathroom stall, arms crossed as he leans against the medium. "From the sound of it, I don't think that you do. Which is ridiculous when I've never met someone who cares more." The toilet flushes in response and there's a moment where he simply listens to the other's heavy breathing, and then the door opens. 

Felix doesn't spare him a glance as he moves past him to the sink, staring at his reflection in the mirror. He looks worse than the last time Minho saw him, smaller, unhealthy. His hair is struggling, and the foundation smeared under his eyes looks out of place on such a thin face. His lips tremble and he can barely hold himself up, let alone walk. Minho isn't surprised that he ended up here. It looks like he's on the brink of something much worse than death.

"I do care," Felix finally says, eyes sliding to meet Minho's in the mirror. 

"Not about yourself," Minho spits, all sharp edges. "You haven't cared about yourself in a long time."

His stomach barely exists. If Minho reached out to grab his arm, he would be afraid that his grip alone would break the limb in two. The designer clothes he's wearing don't fit right even in the smallest size the company can offer. Minho wonders just how much editing they do to his final photos and then tries not to think any further. 

"I'll be fine," Felix dismisses, turning towards the door. But he turns too fast and grows dizzy, nearly stumbling into the wall. Minho darts forward and catches him by the shoulder, keeping him steady. "I'm fine," he murmurs, pulling himself from the other's hold.

"Stop acting like it," Minho all but growls, reaching out again, shaking his head. His fingers bruise paper-thin skin. "Don't say it again until it's actually true." 

oo

"You did it on purpose, didn't you?" Minho whispers as he picks himself up from the ground, dusting off the sides of his pants before spitting a curse. He's not sure he's allowed to curse. He doesn't really care, something hot and angry bubbling up inside of him. He's always annoyed but this kind of anger is new, especially as he frowns at the young boy curling into himself on the sidewalk in front of him. "There are better ways to die," he continues, almost as a dare. "Don't you know them?"

Jeongin slowly shakes his head. He's made himself so tiny that Minho nearly forgets that he's lived through more things than people twice his age have. The highway before them doesn't stop with them, another thing Minho hates. No one stops to check anymore. No one cares. No one ever cares. If they had hit him like he wanted, they probably would've kept going without looking back.

"Are you planning to stay like that the rest of the night?" he asks. When Jeongin doesn't answer him he sighs and takes a step toward him, shoe poking at his skinny shoulder. "Your shelter is down the road. Go back home." 

"I don't have a home," Jeongin says, still unmoving. "I don't have anything." 

Minho has half a mind to pick him up himself and carry him back. Instead he pokes him with his foot again, harder this time. Jeongin tries to move away from him but Minho follows, unrelenting. "Neither do I," he grouses, ignoring the way that Jeongin peeks at him, eyes wet. "But there's still things to do. Get up and figure out what you do have."

oo

"Can't take a punch?" Minho sarcastically asks as he approaches, immediately going to untie the rope wrapped around and around. "I thought you were used to being a punching bag." The rope tumbles to the ground, leaving the other to slump forward, bucket kicking out from beneath him. Minho catches him around the shoulders and lowers him carefully to the ground, gently leaning his back against the wall.

Seungmin grimaces and lifts a hand to the still bleeding gash in his side. His face is a mess of purples and blues, his left arm hanging limp. Minho thinks it might be broken and glares at the rope like that will change how he found him. His head lolls before finding the wall alongside the rest of him, hitting it with a soft thump. Maybe Minho's too late and he's already gone, an addition to the sea of lost souls he isn't allowed to touch. 

"You're not done, are you?" he asks, shaking him. "Your father finally decides to get rid of you and you just lay down and take it?" He exhales against the prickle in his chest. "You used to fight back." 

"I...used to," Seungmin breathes, the words out of place as they tumble from a mouth that doesn't quite know how to work anymore. Minho shifts closer, party surprised that he's still conscious. "Can't." Another pause as he struggles to form the word he's looking for. "Anymore."

Minho scoffs. "You were never scared to die." 

Seungmin's chest stutters on his next inhale and the wheeze that comes after sounds like something that nearly chokes him. Minho worries that his presence enough won't be enough. Sometimes it isn't. He reaches out and grabs his shoulder, ignoring the pang in his chest when Seungmin flinches. His sight lingers on the red line around his neck, on the rope that had kept him between life and death.

"You didn't die," he says, Seungmin's breath hitching. "Start acting like you deserve to be." 

oo

"You're bleeding," Minho says as he stands in the doorway, taking in the precarious state of the bathroom. Water drips from the sides of the tub with every breath, and there's blood slipping down the porcelain. His sight lingers on the amount of red on both his wrists, held slightly above the water. "I thought you said you were sick of bleeding." 

Jisung huffs. His chest is barely moving up and down like it should. The rest of him is beginning to shake, but Minho's not sure if it's from the shock or blood loss. He figures he should probably learn the difference if every time he sees him, there's always a scene that looks like something from a horror movie. 

"I'm sick of a lot of things," Jisung whispers, voice barely louder than a whisper. His eyes are locked on his wrists, watching as blood rolls and rolls and rolls. Minho moves into the room. He takes a seat beside the bathtub Jisung rests in, leaning his head back. The water tickles his hair. 

"Are you sick of me?" he asks quietly, possibly the softest he's ever spoken. Minho always feels a tug, whenever he's needed. It tugs at him now, reminding him how little time is truly left for the other if he doesn't do something. "If you're sick of me, tell me." 

Jisung stays silent. For moment, Minho worries that he's died. He turns his head to glance at him, only to find that he's still watching the blood, almost like he's trapped in a trance. Minho sighs and slides closer, grabbing the wrist he can reach and wrapping his hand around the wound before lifting the limb into the air. Jisung's eyes flicker to his. There's still life in them, Minho thinks, before squeezing tighter at his arm. 

"Are you sick of me?" he repeats. He doesn't know why he feels as though he needs the answer. Usually he holds them all, but this one feels far out of reach. 

"You've saved me more times than I can count," Jisung replies, tone painfully netural. There's a part of Minho that hates how calm he is, how resigned he is to die everytime he slices another line into his skin. "Pretty soon I'm going to be in your debt." 

"You already are," Minho is quick to jab, falling back to what he knows. 

Jisung doesn't flinch, barely reacts. Blood sticks to Minho's palm. His tight hold is barely clotting the cut. Jisung's other arm isn't fairing any better on its own, blood slipping against the water. Soon the everything around Jisung will run red and his fate will be sealed. Minho isn't sure he wants to be here for that, if that's what the other truly wants this time. For as many times as he scolds, or spits jokes that bite, he's never been one to clean up the messes that are left behind. That's for the being that comes after him, the one Minho is sure hates him for all he doesn't do. He's never had the gall to attempt to meet them. There's a part of him that thinks he doesn't ever want to  because all it will do is remind him of his failures.

"If you keep it up you'll owe me a house, you know," Minho continues, nearly chiding. "Then a car. Maybe the rest of your savings." 

Jisung's skin is cold. Minho almost shivers. 

"Okay," he whispers, resigned. Minho doesn't like it, eyes sliding back to Jisung's face. He never had a problem rising to the challenge, throwing something just as equally scalding back. 

"Do you still want to be saved?" Minho finally brings himself to ask, and for some reason the words hammer against his ribcage, stick to the inside of his chest like they don't want to come out. 

A shaky exhale slips from Jisung's lips. For a long heartbreaking moment, Minho thinks he's going to say no, but before that moment can come, sirens echo from outside. A soft smile crosses his lips. Curse Jisung's downstairs neighbor for better or for worse, but the water must've found a crevice that happened to be in the old woman's sight. He nearly blesses the apartment right then and there too, something close to relief flooding him when he hears the sound of car doors slamming shut. The pounding of fists on the door a few moments later. 

Jisung's eyes flicker. They have trouble finding Minho's own, but when they do, a tear finds its way down his cheek. Minho squeezes tighter and tighter, and tighter still. Blood rolls down his own wrist, mimicking the wounds that brought him here in the first place. "You owe me," he says, like it means something. Jisung's chest shudders. "I don't go around saving just anyone." 

Voices growing louder, the crack of wood splintering. Minho thinks it's an attempt at a laugh, the noise that leaves Jisung then. "You save us," he mumbles, barely audible. "Every time. We must mean something." 

Minho's mouth runs dry. His heart beats faster. He can hear it in his ears. 

"Yeah," he says simply. "You do." 

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permanent taglist

@amyyscorner @kokinu09 @rainfallingfromthesky @keepswingin @rylea08 @puppysmileseungmin

@thatonedemigodfromseoul @atinyniki

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