#cintasphere

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I LOVE corrupted Bossfight. I love villain couples.

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Hi guys have some Cintasphere :3

“Minta~ Stop running sweetheart, I’m your husband! I would never hurt you~!”

Cintagon ignored Circumcannon’s words as he continued to run. He wasn’t stopping no matter how hard he begged, no matter how much he claimed to love him…

He ducked, narrowly avoiding a shot from Cannon’s gun as it whizzed past his head. It left a warm tingling feeling on the top of his head, only serving to heighten his panic and fear. *This close* to getting his head blown off! And he claims he won’t hurt him.

The longer Cintagon runs, the more he feels that Circumcannon is toying with him. Shots get closer and closer to hitting him each time, Cannon might as well be missing on purpose- As if on cue, Cintagon feels a strong collision on his back, as if he was just stepped on by an elephant. He faceplants onto the ground, the wind completely knocked out of him.

“Finally caught you, darling~”

Circumcannon’s bittersweet words did nothing to soothe Cintagon, the aching pain turning into a fiery burn as corruption began to slowly spread across his back. Cannon walked in front of Cintagon and crouched down to look him in the eye. Despite the pain Cintagon was in, he managed to meet Cannon’s gaze, glaring at him with an impressive amount of ferocity given his position.

“Is someone angry?”

He cooed, grabbing Cintagon’s chin and stroking it with his thumb. His touch burned, but Cintagon didn’t have the strength to pull away.

“Let go of me..”

Cintagon’s voice was hoarse, but demanding. Circumcannon’s mouth twitched slightly, before cracking a smile. The smug look on his face enraged Cintagon, a scowl etched into his features. Cannon laughed, leaning in close to Cintagon’s face.

“Oh sweetheart, you’re in no position to tell me to do anything. Besides-”

He raises Cintagon’s head up higher, leaning in… yet not making contact.

“I know you want me to.”

Circumcannon drops Cintagon’s head to the ground, standing up himself. He kicks Cintagon over to his back, a strained wheeze coming from him. A few tears trickle down his cheeks as he forces himself to sit up. It felt like his body was on fire. The corruption on his chin was stagnant, the corruption from the bullet having engulfed most of his lower half.

Cintagon kept his gaze away from Circumcannon, his eyes darting from trees, to bushes, to flowers. He couldn’t *stand* looking at him. He hated knowing that the man standing in front of him was his husband, that the man that he loves dearly could do something so *heartless* to him. It hurt Cintagon to think about, more than the corruption could ever.

Cintagon tries to stand, but Circumcannon is quick to kick him in the back of his knee, causing them to buckle and Cintagon to fall back to the ground. He winces as his knees collide with the dirt, a sharp pain searing through his back. He tries to wheeze out a couple words, saliva falling from his mouth instead. He’s tired. Extremely tired. The more the corruption spreads, the more energy it saps out of him. He manages to collect himself just a tad, wiping his mouth and mustering up the energy to speak.

“Why don’t you finish corrupting me…”

Cintagon looks up at Circumcannon’s face, his eyes begging for an answer. Cannon looks bewildered for a split second, his expression changing to one of annoyance.

“Minta, you know that I *love* playing with you. Why would now be any different?”

He speaks as if it was common sense, rolling his eyes as more tears fall from Cintagon’s. Circumcannon leans over and uses his thumb to wipe his tears, his expression softening.

“Don’t cry sweetheart… you know I hate seeing you cry.”

His voice has taken on a similar bittersweet tone to moments earlier, this time being successful in calming Cintagon down. Whether it was the exhaustion making him more trusting of Cannon or the fact that he seemed sincere was up in the air. Cintagon slowly brings his hand up to wipe away his tears. A shaky sigh flows from his lips as the corruption reaches his chest.

“Circumcannon… do you truly love me?”

Circumcannon smiles softly at Cintagon, a stark contrast to his earlier unhinged one. It soothed Cintagon, making the following words from Cannon all the more pleasing to his ears.

“Of course I do, Minta.”

Circumcannon cups Cintagon’s head in his hands, the other practically melting into his touch. Cintagon couldn’t stay conscious for much longer, both of them knew that. Cintagon slowly gave into his exhaustion, his eyes closing. He felt the burning sensation of Circumcannon’s lips making contact with his own, but it didn’t hurt. It felt comforting, as if Cannon was reassuring Cintagon that he’d be safe with him. Deep down, Cintagon knew that he wasn’t. But does it really matter, as long as they’re together?

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hi I’m taking Cintasphere writing requests the brainrot is hitting hard 😁

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Circumcannon puts his head on Cintagrams Moobs when he gets upset , I say as I walk off stage. The crowd cheers.

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I call this genre of Image

Bossfightcore

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I AM OBSESSED WITH THEM

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😁 chapter one is done

this is my first big writing project, so I’m sorry if it isn’t that good 😭

@vexinide here u go :] and if anyone else wants to be @ when I update this just lemme know

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Small headcanon that shape pupils get thinner with age , Circumcannon scars , and Cintasphere 😊

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I wrote some Cintasphere-

Cintagon began to stir awake as he heard a voice next to him. It was quiet, barely a whisper, and yet Cintagon knew what was going on just by the tone.

"No no no... shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up..."

Cintagon rolls over to look at the space on the bed occupied by his husband, Circumsphere. Sure enough, he's there, sitting on the bed with tears streaming down his face, tightly clutching his knees to his chest. He's shaking like a scared dog, his mumblings to himself nearly incoherent. Cintagon had had the unfortunate luxury of witnessing this happen enough times for him to understand what he's saying when he's like this.

"Leave me alone... let me rest..."

Cintagon sits up, his expression going from one of exhaustion to one of concern.

"Circ..? Hun? Are you alright?"

Circumsphere's gaze snaps to meet Cintagon's, his breaths getting quicker and shorter the longer they keep eye contact. Cintagon takes it upon himself to break it, holding his hand out for Circumsphere to take when ready.

"It's just me, Circ... I won't hurt you..."

Circumsphere's hand gently rests in his, Cintagon caressing it with his thumb; a common gesture he does when he senses his husband's anxiety is high. Like always, Circumsphere's breathing begins to even out, his pupils slowly dilating back to their normal size as he meets Cintagon's gaze again...slowly embracing him. He waits to feel Cintagon's arms around his waist before finally speaking.

"Thank you..."

Cintagon smiles down at his husband, gently stroking his head to keep him calm while listening to his continued, yet calmed sobs.

"What was it about this time?"

"...you..."

He hesitates before continuing to speak.

"Re...remember when I shot you...? Right through the stomach...?"

His voice trembles as he continues to speak.

"This time you.. never got up..."

He tears up more and takes a pause, wiping his tears on the bedsheets.

"They were mocking me... saying-"

"Who gives a shit what they were saying?!"

Circumsphere gasps a bit, looking up at Cintagon with shock and the tiniest amount of hurt and worry, scared that he'll be told to suck it up again, that they aren't real again.

"None of that ever happened! That was a nightmare. I'm alive and well. So ignore the bitches, they don't have your best interests at heart. They just want to bring you down and make you feel bad over the smallest shit. Whatever the fuck they said isn't true."

He kisses Circumsphere on the forehead, the latter's eyes softening as a result. Cintagon then gently cups Circumsphere's cheeks in his hands and wipes away his tears with his thumbs.

"What is true is the fact that no matter what happens, I'll always love you. I will never deny this fact. Even if it's the difference between life or death."

He smiles, his words having a positive effect on Circumsphere, as he finally stops crying, instead having a slight grin on his face.

"Thank you, Cintagon..."

He snuggles up to the taller pentagon, burying his face into his chest.

"I think I can sleep now..."

Cintagon keeps his arms wrapped around his husband tight. He gives him another kiss on the forehead before closing his eyes.

"Goodnight, sweetheart."

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I desperately need a video that's TPC but it's JUST bossfight I'll deteriorate I swear

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It’s on Ao3!

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im cooking

expect chapter one of Wilted Roses today

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ok but what if I wrote a Cintasphere fanfic

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This is for the ask game, ship is Cintagon x Circumsphere!

5. What's their love language like? Are they compatible with one another? - Cintagon loves to cuddle. Like, a lot. He had 2 partners before Circ, both of which had passed away. He clings to Circ based on the fear that the same thing might happen to him. Circ doesn’t mind, he actually really likes Cinta holding him like a plush. Circ prefers to give compliments himself, though.

7. What do they argue about? - Taking their medication consistently. Specifically, Cinta being upset when Circ refuses to take his. But with how bad medical treatments were in the war you can’t entirely blame him for being skeptical of medication. (He was prescribed pills for his schizophrenia about a year from my current timeline)

22. Do they ever share clothes? - Circ borrows Cinta’s jackets when he’s cold, but that’s about it. They have more than a foot height difference they can’t share much-

33. Who was the first to say 'I love you'? - Cintagon. Whoever Circ is dating needs to say it before he does because he doesn’t want to open up like that to anyone. Bad dating experience in highschool.

@aiden19280 here :]

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These two man,,,,