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Reaction images/ blorbo thoughts / “I love my OCs” moments
All drawn by me, feel free to use idk.
@moicat
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Aww. Cracks knuckles. I think it's time to beat the shit out of Giacomo's self esteem again lads!
#how does it feel to find warmth and safety in the most unstable and unpredictable of men.#to expose your neck to someone who could and given the chance would absolutely tear it to shreds#you kinda hope he will. because if killing you makes him happy then at least your death will mean something to someone.#you need help. and so does he. and maybe in allowing yourselves to be near one another#you can finally become a little bit human.#giacomo
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country hall pottery
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Champagne: fairy/poison or normal/poison. Favorite type is Poison.
Giacomo: normal. Favorite type is grass
Love Bites: dragon/fairy. Favorite type is dragon
Viola: normal/dark. Favorite type is psychic
Cherry: fighting/flying. Favorite type is ice
Coralia: normal/grass. Favorite type is grass
Eudicot: water/dragon. Favorite type is bug
Draco: normal/dragon. Favorite type is normal
Gyrian: grass/dragon. Favorite type is normal
Nikita: rock. Favorite type is ground
Which Pokémon type would your OC be classifed as, and which one is their favorite?
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Giacomo stepping outside of the surgery room to smoke - clothes soaked in blood, hands shaking as he tries to light up his cigarette. Lighter also getting filthy because he forgot to take off his bloody gloves.
He looks horrified as he slowly sits on the floor, dragging his back against the wall as he does so. Which also leaves a trail of blood, because Usami was holding onto him for dear life on the way there.
He's not even allowed to go outside because he doesn't know whether or not Ogata followed them there. All curtains are shut tight. He's forced to smoke inside, which makes everything worse somehow.
Shell shocked. Mortified. More scared than he's ever been in his entire life.
But Usami is stable. Alive. Recovering in the next room, fast asleep. Because of him.
His hands still shaking, Giacomo looks at the lighter he's kept on his person for over five years. Maybe it's time to quit this shitty habit once and for all, huh.
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On Apathy
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FOR EVERY BLOW THAT BREAKS THE SKIN
A NERVE GIVES UP AND DIES
YOU’LL LET YOUR CALLUS BE YOUR TOMB
AND MAKE TREATY WITH THE FLIES
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#THANK YOU FOR REPOSTING THE GENTLE FREAK.#anyways. fuck#i really really really really really really really really really REALLY love this animal#like So Much#i want to rub its fat belly and kiss its nonexistent forehead#if no one loves it then i will love it enough for everyone else who doesnt#it might not help it in ita sorrow but at least itll have belly rubs and kisses. for as long as it wants.#giacomo
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our appetites are what make us alive
Oil on wood 9x12
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Giacomo sitting down beside Usami's bed for the first time, his friend obviously still unconscious as he recovers from the trauma and surgery. It'll take a good while for him to wake up.
And as reality sinks in for the first time, as the adrenaline drains out of his body, Giacomo grips the sheets of Usami's bed with all the strength he has left and just... Screams.
He lets out the most blood curdling scream imaginable, one that carries on until his throat is raw and tastes like blood, until his voice gives out. Everyone can hear him and they're all terrified to come inside. He's never done that before, and soon enough he starts sobbing.
It's like it's all been building up inside him for years, and now he needs to let it all out. And since Giacomo's best and only real friend is out cold, he doesn't bother keeping it in anymore. It's not like he'd wake Usami up by screaming until his lungs give out, anyways.
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