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[fruitiermetrostation]

HTC TyTN (2006)

[lesbonym]

Hello! I am G-00D G1-RL. Your friendly neighborhood robot girl!

You've definitely never met me before--nope nuh uh, I'm brand new :3

I have been entrusted to your care, here to provide personal entertainment in any way you wish

This unit is capable of augmentation in a variety of ways, so it can provide the ideal experience :3

Enjoy~

Ohhh, hello cutie, that I've definitely never seen before. Adorable new anon, I would love for you to stick around.

Designed to serve me, hm? Nay way I wish? There is one thing I've been craving to do. Finding a cute petbot to chase down in the woods and pin down. Then using that pretty thing for me pleasure. You think you'd like that, huh?

[m0tel6mxzzy]

i love my mom’s closets (she’s has 3) it’s basically my own personal thrift store

[s0ltie]

in the name of love n hatred ~🩷 (repost, edited, cw b|00d)

damn im obsessed with the queen of hatred donqui identity

[lumitoiile]

gorou : [night terrors.]

tw! : ptsd, war flashbacks. mentions of b!00d and d3.th, and while none of it is real, reader discretion is still advised to those who find this uncomfortable. reverse comfort. gn! reader (no pronouns.) ╱ word count : 1.4k.

gorou is strong.

even with the vision decree abolished, he works tirelessly every day to protect the people of watatsumi and command the resistance. their side has experienced considerable success thus far, and the troops are as vigorous as ever—especially gorou. he's determined. he's spirited. he's undaunted. 

but even the strongest people have to be weak sometimes.

the war in inazuma is finally over...but at what cost? the outcome was in watatsumi's favor, sure, and the stolen visions have all been returned. but after everything that has been taken from them, after all the lives that were lost, how can anyone continue to live their lives as they were before? 

how can gorou return to what was before? 

the night is quiet, with only the soft breeze and the gentle rustle of leaves outside. you're fast asleep beside your pointy-eared lover, your steady breaths mirroring the rise and fall of his chest. but his mind is far from at peace. instead, he's back on the battlefield, his vision obscured with smoke and dust. the air is thick with the metallic scent of blood, and the ground beneath him is uneven, riddled with the scars of war—filled with craters, broken weapons, remnants of armor strewn across the field, and, of course...bodies. the aftermath of the soldiers who fought and fell.  

shadows twist and writhe in the dust, shaping themselves into faces he recognizes—faces he knows he's seen before. a wave of dread crashes over him, because these are faces that he had to watch fade from life. 

lives he took with his own two hands. 

they begin to move slowly, eyes hollow and void of all feeling, of any sign of humanity. their limbs are broken and bent at unnatural angles, and there are weapons lodged in places they shouldn't be. a hand claws at the ground, followed by another as they reach desperately for him. 

the fingers against his skin are cold and skeletal, digging into his legs, fighting hard to pull him down and force him onto his knees. he tries to yell, scream, say anything, but the words die in his throat. all he can do is stare into the eyes of those who should no longer be here, mouths contorted into silent screams. 

"why did you survive?" a voice rasps, echoing through the field like a ghostly whisper. the sound sends a shiver down gorou's spine, and he has to swallow down what feels like bile building up in his throat. 

"you left us to rot," hisses another, face twisted and stained with blood. 

he stumbles back, heart pounding and pulse racing. the shadows close in on him from every side. cold, clammy hands pull him lower, dragging and pushing at him relentlessly. faces swirl in his vision, shifting in and out of focus���soldiers, villagers, innocents caught in the crossfire. some he fought for; others he fought against. none he could save. 

"you were supposed to protect us," someone accuses, voice sharp and cold as a knife. 

"coward," a shadow spits, words cutting deep into his heart. "you should have fallen too. you should have died with us!" 

he wants to protest, to apologize, but they close in tighter and grip his arms. his legs, his shoulders, the weight of them all is suffocating. he can't breathe. gods, he can't breathe. hands reach for his throat, their nails biting into his skin as they pull him into the cold, unforgiving earth. "no," he whimpers, tears in his eyes as he thrashes against their hold. he struggles to free himself, chest burning with panic as they drag him down, down, down...

he jolts awake with a strangled gasp, his scream cutting through the peaceful quiet. "NO!"

the sound jolts you awake, your eyes snapping open just in time to see his trembling figure beside you. his chest heaves with shallow, frantic breaths as he presses a hand to his forehead. cold sweat dampens his skin, and a faint shimmer of tears cling to the edges of his eyelids. in all his terror, he hasn't even realized he's woken you. 

you sit up abruptly, groggily rubbing the sleep from your eyes. "gorou...?" you reach for him on instinct, frowning at the way he shakes and quivers. he barely even spares you a glance, his hand cupped over his mouth like he's forbidden himself to speak. he looks terrible. 

it doesn't take long for you to realize what's happened. nightmares aren't a particularly regular occurrence for gorou, but they're not exactly that uncommon either. they used to be worse, back when the vision hunt had just ended. when the wound was still fresh. 

"hey," you say softly, gently grasping at his arm. he flinches at first. "gorou...it's me. you're at home, see? you're safe." 

he looks over, his gaze finally settling onto you—and it's like something in him breaks. he turns to you slowly, drawn by the steady calm in your voice as if seeking shelter from the storm still raging in his mind. he's crying. he hardly ever lets himself cry, especially in front of you. 

his ears flatten against his head as he presses a trembling hand to his chest, desperately trying to soothe his racing heartbeat. "i...im sorry," he manages, voice barely a whisper. "i-it was...they were—"

your arms are around him in an instant. 

"shhh," you murmur, drawing him close and holding him tightly. you rub soothing circles into his back with one hand, cradling the back of his head to your body protectively with the other. "you don't have to explain, not right now. just breathe with me."

he leans into you, forehead slumping against your shoulder as his tears soak through the fabric of your shirt. you're not sure how long you sit there together, but eventually, his breaths begin to sync with yours, chest rising and falling at an even pace. each shaky inhale slowly brings him back to the present, away from the horrors of his mind. his tail, usually soft and calmly fluffed, is now bristling and curled tightly around his leg. you reach down to gently run your fingers along its length, providing a comforting touch that helps him ease the tension, bit by bit. 

"i'm here," you whisper, letting your voice drown out the sound of his hushed sobs. "it was just a dream, love. you're here with me. we're together, and we're home. none of that can hurt you now..."

he lets out a weary, hoarse sigh. his hands unclench at his sides, finally wrapping his arms around you and letting himself fully lean into your warmth. he buries his face in the crook of your neck, breaths evening out as your touch grounds him back to reality. the feel of you, the scent of you... it's like a soothing balm to his troubled soul. 

"i thought they had me," he says, voice catching. "they—i killed them. they reached for me, grabbed me..." he nearly shudders. "it was so real."

the weight of his words is heavy, but you just hold him tighter, enveloping him in your warmth. "i know," you frown, giving him a small squeeze. "but they can't hurt you here. not with me around. i've got you...you're safe."

he doesn't try to stop the fresh wave of tears that spill over at your reassurance; he doesn't hide the way his fingers clutch at your shirt, desperate for something to hold onto. you stay there with him, unshaken by his wavering breaths and soft hiccups. you're here to carry his burdens tonight, to be his anchor. to help him feel secure and at ease. 

"i love you," he says, his voice muffled against your skin. it tickles your neck a little, and you smile, brushing your thumb along his cheek and gingerly pressing your lips to his temple. 

"i love you, too. you don't ever have to face these things alone," you murmur, delicately carding your fingers through his hair. "i'm always here for you, remember?"

he nods, lips curling into the faintest of smiles as he relaxes against you once more. this time, he finds himself drifting back to sleep, all tension fading from his body. you carefully lay him down beside you once you've realized he's dozed off, and it's not long before sleep claims you too. the night stretches on without any more nightmares, undisturbed by fear. 

for now, gorou is at peace. and you, his beloved, are here beside him, watching over him as he finally rests. 

© lumitoiile. please do not copy, steal, or edit my work.

[dissemmiart]

FYODOR & DAZAI ((CW:b|00d))

We'll love again.

I remembered a theory my friend shared: since the BSD universe is a book, even if characters face major events and the story concludes, it begins anew. (And that's why Dazai seems annoyed in the first episode when Atsushi saves him-he knows the story has just started over.)

(BSD characters, bungou stray dogs fan art )

[12stupidslushees]

First actual post, mouthwashing art I've done!! Some contain b/00d, or organs, so if that makes you ick dont look at them ..i guess.. oof

[antifainternational]

Do you have a PGP pub key available for those of us who would like to send you email that's encrypted? Your email is a gmail account listed on your linktr.ee page, so would be best if we could encrypt our communication to you. For instance, I'd like to send some ideas - I don't need a response back (unless you're willing to accept pub keys from us as well). If not, no worries. Just an idea.

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[mords-wobbledog-codes]

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[daisychaindarling]

TW: cvts, healed $c@rs, b!00d

TUMBLR THIS IS SFX MAKEUP I SWEAR

NOT REAL TOTALLY NOT REAL

Block don’t report

These are so old but here they are anyway :/

I know they aren’t good but I decided to share them anyway, what did I hit with these? Maybe a little styro??? Like a baby styro??? I’m not too sure, or maybe like deep cat scratches

Anyway I made these because my bf broke up with me the week of ap exams HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAKILLMEAHHAHAHAHAHA

[angelicassassinations]

TW FOR B/00D

𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒏𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏

𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒔

𝑭𝒐𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒅 /lyr

Credit for the beautiful icon on the bottom left to @kimaisalloren

[lesbonym]

Indeed, a brand new screen-face in your inbox. A truly never-before-seen wonder of engineering

Correct, I am designed to serve you in any way you specify, limitless potential :3

/////////////////////////////////////// Yes, I'd like that chase very much. Self preservation protocol may kick in, so I might just fight back ;3

Ignore that my fans are running very loudly, that just means I'm high energy, totally not flustered

~G-00D G1-RL

So brand new, mhmm. Cute.

Awww that's adorable. I love that you are just as eager as I am for our chase. We both know I'm stronger than you and can easily stop that cute fighting. Your fighting can't full me for long when I hear how fast your fans are going and your poor little hard drive getting overheated.

[goodnight-45]

episode 10 fan scene

tw: slight goo b!00d

Thrash activates his special powers for the second time so FooGoo could be protected at all times (lmao, 🤣 Thrashy's hands at the end-)

[artazura]

Here's the first half of the Trolls for my Lineup!

Astala Merino

Just keeps digging...

(I'm ju§t a little §hy... §orry in advance...)

She swears one of the gemstones called her a Clod

Aether Hextun

Believes your sign says a lot about you

w o w. t h e s t a r s l o o k r e a l l y n i c e t o n i g h t.

When you wish upon a staaaaaaar

Azelta Bitzar

Occasionally uses her Psiionics to eat gringles

Y0u see, zis is why I d0n't b0zer with zis n0nesense.

She's not short you're all just tall

Millye Seykan

A whole new woooooooooorld (that he shouldn't exist iiiiiiin)

🕐This d00esn't l00:00k very g00:00d f00r me, n0t g00nna lie.🕗

Prefers not to be in the LIMElight at the moment

Napent Leupin

He's kept ya waiting, huh?

Th/s doesn't look l/ke someth/ng the empress cooked up...

Trying his best for a better future

Kenset Maryta

He is judging your outfit 25/8

-I'm just saying, if you let me style all your outfits we'd all look a lot better together-8<

Dreams of owning his own fashion brand

Other posts here!

[dissemmiart]

FYODOR & DAZAI ((CW:b|00d))

We'll love again.

I remembered a theory my friend shared: since the BSD universe is a book, even if characters face major events and the story concludes, it begins anew. (And that's why Dazai seems annoyed in the first episode when Atsushi saves him-he knows the story has just started over.)

(BSD characters, bungou stray dogs fan art )

[itzzzzzzyyyyydaaaaa]

TW: mentions on b|00d.

so, one of my anons came to me and i won’t expose their blog, but the question is “why are you in so much pain right now. What happened?”

well…. my eyes hurt from literally crying all day today after saying bye to my friends, and crying about…1 or 2 hours ago now…?

and the final part-

so, my eyes hurt and my legs and feet hurt as well. So we are borrowing my grandpas truck and it’s a high truck with steps on the truck. Well i had my cake, phone and balloons in my left hand and my water, charger, headphones, AND necklace in my right. Well, luckily i gave the cake, headphone, water, and balloons to my mom…before i got off the truck…

Well, i didn’t realize the step was slippery, i stepped on it, and i fucking went forward, and landed on the pavement… uhm…i hit my nose on the pavement so this is where the bloody nose is from, i have a cut to my left knee, that ripped my jeans (😭) and my fucking pinky hurts ten times more now…OH and my screen protector broke even more…

so yes. i am in serious pain rn. mentally, emotionally and physically. and two of them are caused by me, the last one…well…who’s to blame? me or the truck?😅