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Made by me @kaizokucujoh

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Attack on Titan Key Animation

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mashiro kurata bandori icons {400x400} ϟ

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to reiterate: Hange is my goddess, she’ll fuck you up

Levi here

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GUMI icons! ♦ like or reblog if saving

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asmodeus headcanons? :D

ooh, asmo headcanons! i have a few :D he’s definitely high up on the favorite characters list lol

his favorite ice cream flavor is lavender honey - the first time he had it he wouldn’t shut up about how good it was

he sometimes ‘accidentally’ buys clothes in MC’s size and makes them keep the whole outfit

he sends Levi anime fanart that he thinks is pretty, even though he knows nothing about the source material

he can def pole dance - this is canon as far as i’m concerned

if MC is LGBT+ he’s definitely done their makeup in the colors of their flag

he has three or four different devilgram accounts because fans keep finding his personal accounts

he knows tiktok dances okay?? he does them with mammon

sometimes buys his brothers shampoo/body wash/skincare products and then pretends it wasn’t him

platonically touch starved?? someone PLEASE give him headpats and a hug but in a platonic way. he’s not used to being touched without people expecting something from him

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letters

Day 3: Small Town

Summary: Rohan gets a letter from his parents.

Words: 910

Characters: Rohan Kishibe, Josuke Higashikata (sorta, he says one line)

Part 3 of the Pride 2020 Series

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Kishibe Rohan rolled his eyes, doing everything in his power to not crumble up the paper and throw it out the window of his study. With any luck, it might land in the hair of one of the assholes standing right outside, very clearly talking too loudly on purpose. He glanced out the window, his eyes landing upon a certain three obnoxious teens. Of course it’s them. It’s always them.

It was impossible to get work done. Honestly, Rohan was only cooped up in his study because if he went downstairs he might just go outside and put a certain someone in the hospital.

Rohan didn’t mind the idea, really. What he did mind, however, was the inevitably of being the other patient in the ER. That’s the problem with stand users; they’ll probably hit you back.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Rohan grumbled as he watched the mailman drop off his mail. Now he had to go outside, lest he forgets the mail and neglects to pay the water bill or something along those lines. He sighed, hopping off of the window sill he was sat upon.His journey down the stairs was a slow one, his hand on the railing the entire time. Though he’d never admit it to others, Rohan was… less than fond of staircases. He hated the way the steps creaked underneath his feet, and with his declining depth perception, it was difficult for him to know just how far down to step and he was prone to tripping.

Once he was down the stairs and at the door, Rohan put his hand on the doorknob and took a deep breath. Here we go.

“If your intention is to annoy me, I’ll have you know you’ve succeeded,” Rohan shouted from his doorstep, not looking up as he crouched down to pick up the mail.

The three boys laughed. “Sorry, Rohan-sensei!” Josuke shouted back with a laugh.

Rohan just sighed. “Whatever.” He stepped back into his house and slammed the door behind him. Fucking teenagers.

He sifted through to mail is he walked toward the kitchen, ready to throw most of it away. Junk mail, coupon, bills, junk mail, fan letter, bills, fan letter, junk mail, letter from my parents? That was odd. Rohan’s parents hadn’t spoken to him in at least two years, not since he’d moved out. Well, not since they’d kicked him out, to be more accurate. Rohan rolled his eyes at the memory and threw the mail onto the table, with the exception of the letter.

It was much easier walking up the stairs than down them. Rohan supposed it was because if he were to fall, it’d probably be forward, and it was much safer falling forward while going up the stairs. He passed the final step and turned to his left, returning to his study.

Rohan sat in his chair, kicking his feet up on his empty desk. He tore open the envelope, nervous to see what he’d find. He held his breath and felt his stomach churn, and if his hands shook a bit he’d never admit it.

“To our Rohan, I know you probably don’t want to hear from us, but we miss you. It’s been two years since we saw you. If you could come visit, even for a day, we’d appreciate it more than you could imagine. We want to see our son aga-”

Rohan ripped the letter in half, then again, and again. Before he realized what he’d been doing, the paper was in tiny pieces on the floor. He readjusted his position, sitting normally, and hid his face in his arms, resting his head and arms on the desk. He exhaled with a huff.

Rohan wasn’t sure what he (they?) felt. His (her?) relationship with his(?) parents was complicated, to say the least. He’d never been much of a “good” kid, at least not since he was very young. He never really went out of his way to upset his parents, it just always seemed to happen.

Rohan, put that down. Rohan, stop drawing on yourself. Rohan, be nice to the neighbor’s kids. It doesn’t matter if they threw rocks at you last week. Are you sure you want to hang out with him? Some of the other parents are saying they think that he’s gay. Are you wearing lipstick? Take that off right now! Where did you get that makeup? You know what, it doesn’t matter, just get rid of it. Take that nail polish off! If I wanted a daughter I would’ve had one!

Rohan thought he’d escaped it when he moved to Morioh. He figured that he’d finally be free of his family’s tyranny, along with the chaotic nature of Tokyo. He thought that maybe, just maybe, he’d be able to wear whatever lip gloss he wanted without fighting off a panic attack. He thought that he’d be able to wear whatever he damn well pleased, no matter how masculine or feminine, without constantly fearing for his safety. Of course, Rohan could now see that he was an idiot. This was Japan in 1999, of course he couldn’t just dress however he wanted.

Rohan really didn’t know why he couldn’t just be normal. It wasn’t that he hated being male, it just… didn’t feel right to sum himself up so easily. He wasn’t just a man or just a woman, he was just Rohan. And he didn’t see why that wasn’t okay.

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You will know you’re reborn tonight

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you compliment my style

Day 2: First Love

Summary: Reimi and Yukako make dinner and it’s wholesome.

Words: 852

Characters: Reimi Sugimoto, Yukako Yamagashi

Pairing: Remi/Yukako

Part 2 of the Pride 2020 Series

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Yukako nodded her head to the song, ignoring the mild static coming from the radio. Reimi laid on the floor of her room, flipping through a manga lazily. Yukako yawned dramatically. “Reimi, I’m bored…”

The other girl set down her book, giggling. “What do you want to do then? I suggested we go shopping earlier but you said you didn’t want to go out,” She teased.

“The only place to go shopping is Kame Yu, and I really don’t feel like running into my mom,” Yukako answered, leaning back in her bean bag.

“That’s fair. Maybe we should get something to eat?”

“Hm, we could make sukiyaki?”

Reimi perked up at the idea. “Do you have everything we’d need?”

Yukako shrugged, her eyes drifting toward the left as she tried to recall. “I think so? We should probably check.” She heaved herself out of her beanbag, standing up. She held out her hands to Reimi, who took them and pulled herself up as well. The girls let go of each other, but Yukako kept her left hand intertwined with Reimi’s right as they exited her room and began their trek through the hall and to the kitchen. “Can you raid the pantry for ingredients?”

“Of course!” Reimi replied with a smile and let go of Yukako’s hand to head toward the pantry. Yukako squatted down, looking for the skillet she typically used. She reached into a cabinet, pulling out the pot and placing it atop the stove. She took hold of the counter and used it to pull herself up. Turning around, she saw Reimi returning with several bottles in hand, including a half-drunk bottle of sake. “I couldn’t grab the noodles,” she said, laughing.

Yukako smiled. “Do you mind getting the sugar container as well?”

Reimi gave a thumbs-up in response and made her way back to the pantry. Yukako opened the refrigerator and began to pull out various ingredients. Behind her, she heard Reimi placing the other objects on the counter. Yukako grabbed the final ingredient and spun around, sporting a grin. “We hit the jackpot, this beef is defrosted and thinly sliced.”

Reimi pumped her fist in the air as a celebration. “Nice, less waiting for us then!”

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Yukako mixed some of the sake together with sugar and soy sauce while Reimi chopped the cabbage. She dipped her finger into the sauce and lifted it up to her mouth, tasting it. “Oh wow, that’s pretty good. Wanna try some?”

Before Reimi could respond, Yukako dipped her finger back into the sauce and held it in Reimi’s direction. The girl’s eyes drifted to her finger and back to her eyes, her cheeks turning a shade similar to her hair. Gingerly, she put her lips on Yukako’s finger, who all but died. The moment couldn’t have lasted more than half a second, but time all but froze for Yukako. Reimi looked up at her, smiling innocently. “What?”

Yukako tore her gaze from the girl, wiping her finger on her uniform’s skirt and turning back to the beef to flip it. “You tease!” She accused, her face hot from more than the steam.

Reimi giggled and returned to her chopping. “You started it.”

“And you finished it, making you equally guilty,” Yukako responded as she turned down the stove heat. She grabbed the sauce mixture and poured it into the pan, hearing it sizzle for a moment before calming down. “How are the vegetables coming?”

“I just need to finish chopping the mushrooms,” Reimi answered.

“Nice. Once you’re done we can go ahead and throw everything into the pot.” Yukako grabbed the strainer basket and dumped the tofu into it. She held it over the sink and rinsed off the tofu.

“Vegetables are ready!” Reimi announced and began tossing them into the pan. “The beef smells amazing.”

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Reimi handed Yukako a bowl, who took it gratefully. “Why thank you, my princess,” she said, curtsey-ing with her uniform’s skirt.

Reimi giggled, tilting her head away. “What does that make you then?”

“Your knight in shining armor?”

“Oh my God.” Reimi hid her face in both her hands.

Yukako giggled and Reimi quit hiding to pick up her own bowl. “Come on, let’s go sit down.” Yukako let the way to the living room and upon arriving, sat cross-legged on the couch. Reimi followed, sitting down on her knees like someone in a skirt probably should. Both of them took a minute to settle in before Yukako took the first bite. “Oh, this is pretty good!”

Reimi took a bite as well. She nodded and hummed. “Yeah, this is delicious.” She took another bite and the two continued eating.

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About an hour later, the two sat on the couch, now much closer than before. “Today was fun,” Reimi murmured. Yukako could feel the girl’s breath on her neck. Her hair smelled fruity and in the dim light, Yukako thought she looked like the absolute image of perfection. They two girls’ fingers intertwined, hands resting comfortably against each other. Yukako wanted to stay there forever.

Yukako sighed, content. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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where is this from it’s a mood-

Sometimes when I’m upset, I remember that Iida was doing the robot the whole time

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you’re wrong if you don’t think that Alfred is leading the Area 51 raid

based on this cursed meme

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Dayum!

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Cowboy Bebop by Toshihiro Kawamoto - Glitch Edit