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snowdin-stims · 8 months
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hitorinorin · 3 months
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three words, millions of unspoken thoughts
611 words, VERY descriptive writing, completely gender neutral
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Rin is not a man of many words—hell, he even tends to hide his feelings most of the time. He’s as cold as ice, as stoic as a stone, but contrary to popular belief, he’s not a shallow person. Beneath the surface of his seemingly impassive demeanor, a complex and damaged character lies within. Despite the frosty exterior, there are moments when vulnerability seeps through, like cracks in the facade of an ancient statue weathered by time. It's in those rare instances that glimpses of his true self emerge—in those moments that include you, his lover.
He’s not a perfect lover. Communication is not his strongest suit. He may say a ton of venomous words, but not once did he lay a hand on you. He is cold but calm, straightforward yet loving. Despite his flaws in communication, there is an unmistakable tenderness in the way he shows you his love. It's as if beneath the jagged exterior lies a reservoir of untapped warmth, waiting to be discovered by those patient enough to delve into the enigma that is Itoshi Rin.
There’s a saying that words can only be forgiven and not forgotten, and that’s how it should always be! Whenever your boyfriend makes a mistake, he is always quick to say, “I was wrong.” Relationships are not always about the amount of love a person can give. Love is endless; it has no boundaries—yet it would also always explore the depths of understanding, patience, and forgiveness.
“Please forgive me. I’ll do better.” With the trust you have in Rin, you know that he would never break his promises. It was a phrase he uttered not out of mere obligation but with a genuine intention to evolve, to unravel the complexities within himself—to prove to everyone that he is not just an insanely good football player but the Itoshi Rin who will forever choose to love you more with each passing day.
“I missed you” is what he religiously says after every flight towards you, his home. His teammates would always tease him whenever they saw him running towards you like a loose dog on a leash. He was lovesick, devoured by pure love. And speaking from his heart, he would not have it any other way. In those moments, as he held you close, it was as if the world outside ceased to exist. The teasing remarks of his teammates faded into background noise, drowned out by the symphony of his heartbeat syncing with yours. Love, unrestrained and genuine, painted a vivid portrait of his devotion—a sentiment he proudly wore, unafraid of being teased or judged. To him, the joy of reuniting with you was worth every playful remark, every knowing smile from those who witnessed the affection that enveloped him in your presence.
And then, like a seamlessly woven thread in his system, he whispered softly, “I love you.” He couldn’t help but share his true feelings when you were near by his side. Rin hated being seen as vulnerable, yet when you were there, vulnerability transformed into a strength that he would proudly wear on his sleeve.
He loves you more than three words could ever explain. Millions of unspoken thoughts, yet no words would be able to capture the happiness and love he feels in your presence. With the ring box discreetly placed inside his luggage, he eagerly anticipates the moment when he can vow to build a promising tomorrow with you—a future where every expression of love resonates deeper, and where his unspoken thoughts find eloquent expression in finely crafted words. Until that cherished moment arrives, he holds onto these four hidden words, powerful enough to convey his true feelings, saving them for the day he kneels before you.
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endofthetrilogy · 2 months
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Sandman I did for art class to test out the dip pen I got
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ssanguineallegory · 6 months
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(stars and space stimboard for myself)
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pizzapartyprize · 2 months
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* Monty stimboard with swamp water and guitars for 👁💫🐊 anon!
🎸 🎸 🎸 🎸 🐊 🎸 🎸 🎸 🎸
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valueinn · 6 months
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FINALLY GETTING MY GLASSES FIXED TODAY
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citizenoftmrrwlnd · 1 year
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self care for : a jellicle cat (CATS) without specification
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threesworrds · 2 years
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SELF INDULGENT ALBERT KRUEGER [ TWDAK ] STIMBOARD
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hi, im a fictive of Jonathan Sims from the Magnus Archives(SpellBox Collective). I'm currently having a Godawful time as i feel heavily in love with Martin still, but I think I'm falling for someone in the hosts' partners' collective. not exactly seeking advice, just need to get this off my chest. - 📼🦋
(pro)endos DNI! <3
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crewserboxes · 2 years
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[ID: a userbox that reads “this user is obsessed with lucas” with an image of lucas from who made me a princess]
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thevampywolf · 7 months
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snowdin-stims · 8 months
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hitorinorin · 7 months
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tw: mentions of kidnapping, burglars, and aliens...
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Rin Itoshi couldn't help but feel like he was losing his mind. His heart pounded, threatening to leap out of his chest at any moment.
He had just returned from his daily soccer practice, thirsty for your attention. All he yearned for was to curl up with you, your soft hand massaging his scalp, lulling him into blissful slumber. Your touch was his sanctuary. Yet, to his bewilderment, he returned home to find the house empty, devoid of any notes or messages on the fridge or elsewhere. You were nowhere to be found.
It was highly unusual for you to leave the house without informing him, so to say that he was not pleased would be an understatement. He wasn't angry, far from it. He was well aware of your right to have fun without any restrictions. But a simple message saying 'Hi babe :D went out for a bit, I'll be safe, I promise!' would have been enough. And now, he was wandering around the neighborhood like a madman. Your neighbors had probably already thrown judgmental looks at the athlete, seeing how he had been running for the past 30 minutes, asking if they'd seen you.
Two hours had passed, and he finally decided to return home, his hand running through his hair in frustration.
'Where the heck have you gone to?' he murmured, his worry deepening.
What if you were kidnapped? What if you wanted to break up with him so you left without a singular note in sight? Rin didn't believe in aliens, but seeing how you were nowhere in his sight made him believe that they abducted you off to a faraway land.
He was about to leave the house to search again when he heard the guest room door opening. Panic surged through Rin as he dashed to the kitchen, grabbing a bat. He made his way up the stairs, convinced it was a burglar. He was about to lose it, but then he saw you in your cute blue pajamas, rubbing your eyes and looking up at him.
'Hi Rin! How was pract-- wait, why are you holding a bat?'
He was indeed about to lose it.
How could he forget to check the guest bedroom for any signs of you? Was he ever this foolish? You were asleep this whole time while he was running around the neighborhood searching for YOU??? Why didn't you pick up his calls?
'Why didn't you pick up my calls?'
"Oh? Oh. My phone's 'do not disturb' is on because I was sleeping :D," you replied nonchalantly.
Rin wanted to curse out loud, but he knew it wasn't your fault. So, he quietly asked for his payback by wrapping his arms around you as he tilted your head up and pressed a soft little kiss to your lips.
He carried you to the bedroom, smirking at the small but evident blush on your cheeks. Rin placed you gently on the mattress, then laid on top of you, quietly asking for head scratches like a demanding house cat. You didn't mind, and you obliged, your fingers weaving through his hair as he drifted off into dreamland.
As he embraced the warmth of your presence, Rin couldn't help but remind himself to check the guest bedroom next time he went searching for you.
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doomsdayradio · 1 year
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in what world does "im tired of how multigender people talk about their sexualities" sound good😭 you being a bigender lesbian doesnt make it okay for you to try to control how other multigender people describe their experience with attraction literally get over yourself queer people can in fact be queerphobic hope this helps
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klineinie · 1 month
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drabble!! | no warnings | 📼 — uiscefhuaraithe; hozier
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thinking about luke’s little things, the everyday mundanities of him;
he ties his laces tighter around his toes than his ankles because he runs fast and doesn’t want his shoes falling off, but he also likes being able to slip them on and off conveniently.
his favorite socks are gifts from you, worn for so long that they've gone thin, grey, and soft around the soles—they’re white, yellow around the toes and heels, and have a badtz-maru pattern at the ankles. the knit underside of them have been inexpertly darned over and over again, blue and black and grey and orange thread crisscrossing over each other like a mismatched tapestry—his very own theseus' paradox. he only wears them on saturdays, his favorite part of the week.
luke loves cheeseburgers, especially the ones that camp serves on tuesdays, even though he gets stuck in the latrines for an hour because his stomach can’t handle dairy. he eats mandarins at breakfast for vitamin c but forgets that acidic foods on an empty stomach also make him need to take a shit.
he knows exactly three mandarin phrases (ni hao, xie xie, bing qi ling), is bad at spanish because chris talks too fast and can’t teach, and only knows that ‘aishiteru’ means ‘i love you’ in japanese because it’s what his mom always repeated when he was a kid.
luke walks with a little tilt to his shoulders, his right side heavier than the left by just a hair's breadth; it's because he holds your hand on that side more often. he can't sleep without caging you in his arms, and you struggle to get out of his bed for the bathroom at the eggshell crack of dawn because he holds on so tight.
he says that he only listens to alt/indie, but if you asked him to name a song off the top of his head, he'd say something like 'olivia rodrigo'. he knows hamilton's 'non-stop' bar for bar, can rap and sing all the lyrics by heart but slightly off-beat. he thinks that the musical itself is a stupidly inaccurate portrayal of hermes' favorite son, and oftentimes wishes that his father would stop posing as lin manuel miranda.
luke has a mottled scar on his right palm, just under the first joint of his thumb, from when he'd burned his hand fighting the dragon ladon; he had picked up his sword, skin still blistering, and cut a claw from the beast. when he cups your face, you tend to turn your head and kiss it softly.
his skin is a canvas with a constellation of freckles and scars, many of which are either raised or concave, and silver-like stretch marks arching like lightning. he tells you that the most vulnerable part of a swordsman's body is his back but doesn't say anything when you trace your hand down the indents and dimples of his spine, fingertips bumping over the thirty three juts of bone.
luke takes off his shirt often because he gets hot easily, but sometimes he does it just to see you avert your eyes in shyness. he likes it when you connect his freckles to his moles to his pockmarked scars with the barest brush of your nail, how the tingle of it jitters through his nervous system when you reach the base of his neck.
he tells you that he loves you in the morning, at noon, after curfew hits, and any time in between—just in case something happens, you can have peace, knowing that he loves you. he kisses you soft and sweet like a longing fulfilled every time you part ways, even if you'll see him again in an hour; you always have something to look forward to.
so yea, luke's little things. how he loves, the foods he likes and the worn-out socks he wears and the way he laces his shoes, the stories folded into the star-spun, white gold stretch of his skin and the way his spinal cord juts out when he lays stomach-down on the bed.
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p.s; umm procrastinating on jubi but i’m still thinking abt luke. sorry for being a freak about him it will absolutely happen again...also- the part about 'aishteru' meaning ily is bc google says that charlie's mom is half japanese so i thought it'd be cool to include that as part of luke's character :) + star dividers from a post by @/driaswrld
comments, asks, and reblogs are greatly appreciated!!
luke tags (open); @melllinaa @amortencjja @niktwazny303 @arsonnaire @mischiefmoons
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pizzapartyprize · 1 year
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* Stuffed Animal/Theater show themed Funtime Foxy stimboard for Anonymous!  - 📼  
🎪 🎪 🎪 🎪 🦊 🎪 🎪 🎪 🎪
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