#☆; kaya <3

[boycigs]

'She taught me to value life.' An image of the lady Kazutora has come to know as his caretaker flashes through his mind. Bibyana Kovaćevič. In all her glory, as midday sun rays hit her dewy caramel skin and deep coffee eyes. Her sweet scent that lingers in the air and the way that her hugs stuck to his skin and left a warm imprint, it reminded him of security, a safe house, home.

"But war requires sacrifice." His eyes fall blank as the knife plunges through his closest friend. At this point there's a thousand things crossing Kazutora's mind, and just as well, none. He doesn't know what to think. 'How did I get here' or 'how did I let it come to this.' and the worst of all, 'Will she leave me..'

The tattooed teenager steps back, his hands shaking just barely in view as shock seeps into his system. "Baji.... no... that's not right.... that knife wasn't mine... it was Hanma's plan.... not mine..."

Chunks of sentences and unfinished thoughts were all that fell out if his mouth as he tried to process what he did.

SELF SHIP WRITING. PLEASE DO NOT STEAL, REBLOG OR PLAGARISE. TY <3

[sorryimananti-romantic]

YUMI ( ノД`)…

MY BRAIN HAS STOPPED FUNCTIONING. THIS IS GOING TO BE MY 13TH REASON.

GIRLIE I SAW THIS YESTERDAY AND I FREAKED OUT FOR A HOT SECOND BC HELLO????? THAT'S MINGI????? (the resemblance is uncanny)

but like... mingi's actually the type to do that so 🤷‍♀️ and i'm having a few thoughts- (drabble ahead bc if this has to be your 13th reason let me make it a good one 🤪)

imagine you and mingi were planning to go to this party but he had some work to wrap up so you were going to meet up there instead of going together. now, you brought this red dress a few days ago and when you tried it on, mingi couldn't help but scan every inch of your body ever so slowly and then he went, "nuh uh. you're not wearing that to the party. this dress is for my eyes only."

however, you also know mingi doesn't always mean what he says. and mingi loves the little game of "i told you not to" "i did it anyway" that you both often play. so when he finds you at the party wearing that very dress hugging your curves perfectly and making your skin glow?? and with those mesh/net sleeves? the glare he sent you from the other end of the room? the smirk that creeped up on his lips as he shook his head in amusement?

you ignored the butterflies- no, the zoo in your stomach and got distracted by a group of friends who greeted you and complimented your dress. just as you were about to leave, you felt a strong familiar grip on your wrist and you knew you couldn't escape this, so you followed your boyfriend upstairs until you found a secluded corner, and-

suddenly, you were caged between mingi's arms, your hips resting against the railing and your breath catching in your throat as mingi looked down at you.

"i thought we talked about this," his deep voice rumbled as if inside your head. "as pretty as you look, this dress was supposed to be for my eyes only."

"i had nothing else to wear," you pouted and mingi scoffed, sliding his glasses up his nose with one finger, uncaging you and letting his eyes roam around your figure. "are you mad at me?"

he caught the teasing in that tone. he caught the intent laced behind those words. so he licked his lips, bringing his hand to your hips and trailing it ever so slowly up, up and up until they wrapped wround your throat like the necklace they were meant to be. and then he slid his thumb below your chin, tilting your head up as he squeezed the sides of your neck-

just like you liked. a breathy moan escaped your mouth and you felt warmth course through your body. mingi knew exactly the effect he had on you and he caressed your neck, bringing his lips to your jaw and planting a lingering kiss.

"when we get home," he whispered in your ears, voice raspy and almost shaking- you knew the effect you had on him very well too, "i'm going to fuck you in this dress so hard that you forget what your name is." he nibbled your earlobe and this time, you moaned because of his words alone. "and then i'm going to take it off and do it all over again."

[beanghostprincess]

bitches be wishing they were usopp to pull zosan like that

[tutubola-moved-on]

"The most beautiful things in the world cannot be smelled or touched: they are felt with the heart." - The Little Prince

A few paintings from last year to celebrate the live action :)

[khawlat]

Look, truth is, there are 24 dukes in this country. This seems to be the only one who can navigate both the upper echelons of high society and shoot someone in the head without worrying about it.

[pinardenizs]

Pınar Deniz and Kaan Urgancıoğlu as Ceylin Erguvan and Ilgaz Kaya.

Yargı (2021-) S03E10

[elssbethtascioni]

So you'll come with me? No, sorry. Not a gala gal. That's what I said.

for @bloomsberries

[eff-stonem]

[deathtulips]

shoutout to kaya who got dared to go inside an abandoned hospital and has been offputting since

[wyrdwulf]

Happy Birthday @harpyboobs!!! \o/

[boycigs]

BLISS !

bibi's note ; I miss warm, and I miss tora :(

it's mid october. the sunlight peeks through the windows as a chilly breeze kicks up and everything is okay again.

bibyana wakes oh so slightly, taking in her surroundings, toasty sprawled on her bookshelf, tora's arms clasping around her midriff currently snuggling closer, the wind-chime moving along with the light draft.

"this, is pure bliss." she breathed whilst moving her hands to comb through tora's onyx and blond hair. 'mrrrp' one of toasty's many noises startling her has he jumped from her bookshelf to her bed.

"c'mere boy <3" and the fluffy animal curled up on her lap. "damn.. suprized you came. man, I wanted to go put on a record...." she put the cat next to kazutora as she got up, soon regretting it as his arms grabbed for her, reached out, but settling on the cat.

"coffee, coffee hm..." the balkan woman spoke to herself as usual, keeping her own company. she filled her moka pot and stuck it on her stove burner, pulling out her grinder, weed and papers after opening the window slightly ajar.

forgetting about what just happened she called for her cat. "pspsps, toasty." she went through each cupboard carefully to not make to much noise, searching for catfood.

"toast," calling the furred beast in a low wisper. "I got your favorite." she put his food in a dish and pulls out two mugs for coffee. "hm, maybe I should go grab some groceries while tora's asleep..." she contemplated her decisions while turning off the stove, grabbing the creamer for her coffee.

"bibi !!" the younger male's tired voice rang throughout the apartment.

"in the kitchen tora !" his footsteps tracked all the way to the kitchen just to cling to her again, letting the sleepy take over. "g'mornin bub," bibi pressed a kiss to the top of his head before she continued. "I'm gonna go grab some groceries for dinner, ya wanna come?"

he nodded into her back. "mhm... gotta protect ya from weirdos.."

"m'kay <3 coffee ?" nodding into her again she pours his cup before taking a hit and blowing it towards the window.

[kayawolfhorse]

A soft tune dances in the desert air around Grian as he gathers his leftover blocks and checks the creeper farm’s collection system one last time. It’s empty, of course, the creepers having yet to spawn in the platforms he’d built along the border high above, but the minecart seems sound on its track, and that’s enough to satisfy Grian for now. He’s already sunken hours into this thing, and he’s ready to call it quits.

The adrenaline that had carried him through much of the day dissipates further with every step Grian takes towards the base. Paired with the rapid chill that sets in soon after sunset that leaves Grian tugging his poncho tighter around his shoulders and pressing his wings further against his back, Grian’s ready to grab Scar and collapse into bed, stealing his partner’s body heat as he passes out into oblivion.

The music grows louder as Grian rounds the bend of the base. He pauses briefly at the front, casting a sweeping gaze across the sand below, before pushing open the door. Contained no longer, the notes pour out of the Sand Castle, accompanied by Scar’s humming and the clatter of dishes just barely audible underneath.

When Scar hears Grian, he turns and raises the wooden spoon in his hand in joyful greeting. “Hi, Grian!”

“Hi, Scar.” Grian steps inside and closes the door behind him. Warm torchlight and plucky music, loud enough to fill the space but not enough so to be a bother, envelopes him from all sides. “What’s all this?”

“Celebration, of course!” Scar holds up a bowl of what looks to be unmixed flour and sugar. His shirt is nowhere to be seen, brown poncho wrapped around bare shoulders, and the cheer on his face is infectious. “For that magnificent triple kill of yours earlier.”

Grian goes to object, insist that it’s Scar’s kill, or that all of this fanfare is useless, but finds himself smiling slightly instead, at the ridiculous red name who drags around bees on leads and never has his clothes on and carefully sets up the jukebox with their only music disk.

Peeling off his armor and leaving it hanging on the wall next to Scar’s, Grian walks up to the counter, where ingredients have been set out and already spilled. “Whatcha up to?”

“Making cookies! As proud as I am of us stealing BigB’s cookie, the wooden flavor isn’t to my tastes,” Scar answers with a wink. “I’ve got sugar, eggs, salt… oh, you can have chocolate, right? Since you’re a bird and all.”

Grian snorts, leaning against the crafting table. “Avian. I’m only part bird, and the chocolate intolerance doesn’t come with it.”

“Oh, good. I would’ve been willing to leave them out if I had to, but you’ve gotta admit, it would’ve been sad.” Scar nods solemnly, then grins. “Good thing we don’t have to!”

“Very good, indeed.” Grian glances around the counter. “Do you have instructions anywhere?”

“Oh, no, of course not. I’ve got it all memorized in my head!” Scar grabs the eggs and cracks one into the bowl.

With a huff, Grian says, “Well, how am I supposed to help you, then?”

Scar pats him on the shoulder. “Don’t you worry about that, it’s on me! It’s your success we’re celebrating, after all. Like not baking your own cake on your birthday, except instead of it being your birthday, you killed three people. Actually, it’s a win for both of us, now that I think about it, so how about you help me roll them out when the dough is ready?”

Laughing despite himself, Grian flashes Scar a thumbs up and sets about checking their supplies across the room. When he’s finished preparing the dough, Scar calls Grian back over, and together they shape hunks of dough into little balls, setting them upon the iron baking tray Scar had insisted on making early on. It’s coming into use now, and soon the kitchen smells of sweet, delicious cookies.

“You know, this was a great idea on my part,” Scar says through a mouthful of cookie from where he sits, back against the wall next to Grian.

Grian’s inclined to agree. “You did good, pal.”

It’s nice, just existing here for a while. The sandstone floor beneath Grian is cool, but the room is warm, especially so close to the furnaces, and even warmer is Scar’s arm where it’s pressed against his own. Grian chews slowly, deliberating the things he might say, and those he won’t. He finds that neither really matters at the moment.

Scar starts humming again, in time with the jaunty melody of ‘Cat’ that floats from the jukebox. It’s been long enough that the disk has looped a few times now.

The quiet is comfortable, and Grian lets it linger as they both finish their cookies. Eventually, though, he breaks it to ask, “D’you have any plans for tomorrow?”

“Oh, I don’t know. I got BigB’s cookie, that’s all I wanted,” Scar responds, eyes half-closed.

Grian lightly whacks him on the knee. “You’re a red name! You need more ambition than cookies, Scar,” he scolds, mostly teasingly.

“Fine, fine!” Scar concedes with a laugh, turning towards Grian with a thoughtful look on his face. “I mostly just want to kill Bdubs and Cleo, really.”

“We can work with that! How’s a siege of the Crastle sounding?” Even through the drowsiness, ideas start to swirl in Grian’s mind. “I’m talking infiltration, TNT cannons, the whole shabang.”

“Oh, a man after my own heart.” Scar places his hand on his heart in a mock-swoon. “Will we have enough TNT for it?”

“I just set up a creeper farm,” Grian reminds him. “Truthfully, I’ve been itching to set up a cannon for days. If the farm works out, we’ll have plenty of gunpowder for all the TNT we want.”

“I am glad you’re on my side, let me tell you.” Scar smiles at him, scheming, mischievous, and Grian gives him one in return. He’s glad he’s on Scar’s side, too, a confession he’ll take to his inevitable grave.

The music disk is retired to a chest next to the jukebox, the non-essential torches extinguished for the night. Together Grian and Scar clean up the mess made in the kitchen and head for their bed, with its cheerful yellow blanket and grains of sand Grian can’t quite fully shake out of it. Scar’s warm as he lays beside Grian, and warmer still when he pulls him close, Grian throwing a wing over them both.

Tomorrow, they siege the Crastle. Tonight, Grian’s content to sink under the covers and curl closer to Scar, drifting off to the melody that still dances in his mind, consciousness fading to a soft, pleasant black.

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[sorryimananti-romantic]

I am so feral about him it isn't even a joke. Like yes, my hot, loser, weeb boy. Ruin my life. PLEASE THE HOUSE HUSBAND COSPLAY IS LIKE-

I WILL C R Y

MY HOT, LOSER WEEB BOY IS SO RIGHT EVERY TIME HE COSPLAYS I ABSOLUTELY LOSE MY SHIT AND THIS ONE HAS TO BE FAV IT SUITS HIM SO MUCH AND THE HOUSE HUSBAND OMGG IM ABSOLUTELY LOSING IT OVER HERE

[onfireboyscout]

Her pretty brave pirate boy

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

[kuruk]

om going to be sick