#i'm not happy of this tbh

[pa-stella]

of course it's me again asking for kuujyu 💃 can I get a 22? for the compliment thingie? 🥺💜

Thank you as usual for requesting KuuJyu!!I t’s a little shorter compared to what I usually write, but my head is trying to explode, it seems. Since I’m writing this in the middle of the night, I thought D.L.N. by The Gazette would be a fitting song. I hope you will like it! 

Title: D.L.N. Fandom: Hypnosis Mic Pairing: Kuko/Jyushi Prompt: "I could listen to you for hours."

Song translation by distortedaytime.

The voices coming from a group of people caught Kuko’s attention as he was approaching the building. He recognized the leather pants and colorful hair of Jyushi’s teammates, who greeted him with small bows when they saw him. Judging from the tired faces, their practice must have been exhausting.

“Be careful on the way home.” The young monk stated while they were walking home. He looked at them disappear in the autumnal fog before closing the door behind his back.

The third Division Rap Battle was approaching and Jyushi had suggested using the practice room of his band to train their rapping. Kuko had to admit that the idea had been great: the place was near Hitoya’s office and far from any of his father’s absurd requests. Plus, there were vending machines full of snacks in the hallway!

After stopping to buy his usual coke, he headed to the room number 19. The door wasn’t fully closed so he could already hear Jyushi’s familiar voice. It was normal for him to keep singing between ArgoξOrchestra and Bad Ass Temple’s practice sessions.

“Curtains are drawn over the moon, but the sun still shines on me…”

Kuko opened the door slowly and was met with the sight of his teammate sitting on one of the many amps in the room with his back to the entrance. Jyushi was so busy singing and humming something that he didn’t even notice him.

“Even if you awaken before the night has come to an end and there are no stars shining and the lights that painted the streets have gone out…”

If he had thought of interrupting him, Kuko changed idea in an instant. The lyrics of the unknown song were so bittersweet, yet Jyushi’s voice was extremely gentle and soft. As if he was singing a lullaby to himself. As if he was searching for some kind of peace. Kuko loved seeing him pull out all of his frustrations during rap battles, but he knew that that was the real Jyushi. The melancholic artist. The teen still full of hope and love.

“You should be glad when you see the face of the person you love and should protect them until the very end…” 

The monk observed him as he took his phone from the nearby table to look at the lockscreen. The device showed a selfie the Nagoya Division had taken during their last trip to Tokyo. 

“...just getting to see them should be more than enough…“ Even if Jyushi was still facing away, his voice told Kuko that he was smiling.

After that, the young man stopped singing and yawned. He fumbled with the phone before mumbling to himself. “Kuko-san and Hitoya-san are late today…”

“What are you talking about? I am never late!” Kuko suddenly spoke and Jyushi jumped up.

“K-K-K-Kuko-san! How long have you been here?!”

“Long enough.” was his simple reply as he went to sit down on another amp.

Jyushi sighed, lowering his head a little. “Why didn’t you tell me you were here?”

“You were singing and I love listening to you.” The honest answer made the other blush. “I wouldn’t have moved from the door if you hadn’t stopped.”

“Don’t be silly…”

“It’s true! I could listen to you for hours!”

“Hours? I don’t have all that free time.” Hitoya’s annoyed voice startled the couple.

“Hitoya-san!”

“It’s about time you showed up!”

“Show some respect, kid!”

[silverformymonsters]

The creases when you laugh. The way your hair curls around your ear...

[full-of-calcium]

OPTIMUS PRIME x MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE

I've been so busy that I haven't really had time to post -.- I was supposed to finish this a month ago, and... it's still unfinished. If I ever complete it, I'll share the final piece.

My favorite songs off the album are Mama and Sharpest Lives :))

[cj-the-random-artist]

Ok hear me out: Narilamb but they're both aroace and in a qpr.

I've been rolling around in my head for like a long long time this idea that Narinder and Lambert could both be aroace and (after like. A couple of centuries or so) end up in this like very comfortable very close relationship that neither of them define as anything specific other than calling it a "companionship". But on the other hand most of the cult thinks that they're dating in secret or something despite the fact that both of them have said they don't take lovers, because they are clearly very tight but maybe not super openly so, so maybe the cultists thing they're being secretive and hiding something or something like that. Idk but my aroace brain loves thinking about extremely close (mostly) platonic relationships and for some reason my brain decided hmm. I'm going to take this and throw it at Narilamb and see how I like it.

So then I decided to make a ridiculous joke comic about Narinder asking Lambert's hand in marriage specifically because he wants to get out of paying taxes. Because like, I know that spouse followers do actually still have to pay taxes in the actual game but. Hey Narinder and Lambert have presumably never married so they probably don't know that...? Honestly the only reason I made this was because the concept tickled me and I spent too much time on this for no one to see it, so. This comic and all it's absolute ridiculousness be upon ye.

While there's a tiny part of me that's been thinking about making this into an AU (which I'd probably call something like the "Strictly Platonic AU" or something), I know for a fact that I would blatantly not do anything legitimate with it so. It's an unofficial AU I guess?? But. Anyways. I thought this would be funny. Enjoy my ramblings and I hope you enjoy this thing that I spent. Actual time on. Lol

[inkskinned]

before you know about women, you hear that you do not need to love the man, just that you need to love him through his manhood. which is to say you have seen the future painted in lamb's blood over your eyes - how your mother shoots you a look about your father's inability to cook right. how your aunt holds her wineglass and says i'm gonna kill em. men, right! how your best friend bickers with her boyfriend, how she says i can't help it. i come back to him.

you learn: men are gonna cheat. men aren't going to listen when you're talking, because you're nagging. men think emotions are stupid. they think your life is vapid and your hobbies are embarrassing. men will slam things, but that's because men are allowed to be angry. if you get loud, you're hysterical. if a man gets loud - well, men are animals, men are dogs, men can't control their hands or their eyes or their bodies. they're going to make a snide comment about you in the locker room, about your body, about how you're so fucking annoying. you're going to give him kids, and he will give you the money for the kids, and you're going to be running the house 24/7 - but he gets to relax after a long day, because his job is stressful. the man is on stage, and is a comedian, and says "women!"

and you are supposed to love that. you are supposed to love men through how horrible they are to you - because that's what women do. that's what good women do. wife material. your father even told you once - it'll make sense when you're older. it was like staring down a very lonely tunnel.

it feels like something's caught in your throat, but it's all you know, so. it's okay that you see sex as a necessary tool, a sort of okay-enough ritual to keep him happy, even though he doesn't seem to care about happiness as-applied-to you. it is relationship upkeep. it is kissing him and smiling even though he didn't brush his teeth. it is getting on your knees and looking up and holding back a sigh because he barely holds you as you panic through the night. it's not like the sex is bad and you do like feeling wanted. and besides! he's a man! like... they're another species. you'll never be able to actually communicate, right. he isn't listening.

you just don't get it. you don't feel that sense of i'm gonna climb him like a tree. mostly it just feels fucking exhausting. you play the part perfectly. you smile and nod and are "effortlessly" charming. and it's fine! it's alright! you even love him, if you're looking. you could have good life, and a good family, and perfectly happy.

in the late night you google: am i broken. you google i'm not attracted to my husband. you google i get turned on by books but not by him. you google how to get better in bed.

the first time he yells at you, it almost feels like blankness. like - of course this is happening. this is always how it was going to end up. men get angry, and they yell, and you sit there in silence.

you mention it to your friend - just the once - while you're drunk. she shrugs and says it's like that with me too, i just try to forget and move on. men are always gonna hear what they want to. pick your battles and say sorry even though he's in the wrong. you play solitaire online for a month. you go to your therapist appointment and preach about how you're both so in love.

after all, you have a future to want. nobody lied about it - how many instagram posts say marriage is hard. say real love takes work. say we fight like cats and dogs but the best part is that we always make up. how many of your friends say happy anniversary to the best and worst thing to ever happen to me. if you really loved him - loved yourself too - you'd accept that men are just different from you.

the first time she kisses you, it's on a dare at a party. something large and terrifying whips through your body. you wake up sweating from dreams where her mouth is encrusted with pearls and you pick them off one by one with your teeth. fuck. you sit at the computer and your almost-finished game of sim city. you think about your potential perfect life and your potential future family. you google am i gay quiz with your little hands shaking.

you delete each letter slowly. you don't need to love him. you just need to keep going.

[lornaka]

Beloveds

[forgetfulmachineart]

[ID: A mostly cool colored, digital three page comic of teen Gojo Satoru talking to young Tsumiki Fushiguro. Page one: Gojo makes a sandwich for Tsumiki who's leaning on the kitchen island. Tsumiki says "Thanks for the snacks, dad" and Gojo responds "No problem, Tsumi." In the next panel Gojo complains "Man... I wish Megumi didn't hate me so much. At least you call me dad..." Tsumiki comments "Megumi does that too, though?" In the third panel, Gojo activates his Six Eyes like a flashlight and yells "When!? Where!? Do you have it on camera!?" to a surprised Tsumiki. Page two: Tsumiki thinks about the various times Megumi has called Gojo 'dad,' including when Gojo gave them a bad hair cut, when the divine dogs bit Gojo, when Gojo made soup, and lastly when Megumi asked Tsumiki to ask Gojo to make snacks which is all represented in blue tinted drawings. In the last panel she has a devious smile and is labeled "8 yr old who just realized how funny she can be" Page three: Tsumiki cheerfully says to a gleeful Gojo "In your dreams!" The second panel shows them zoomed out with a lighting strike going through Gojo's shattered heart while Tsumiki has a cat like smile. In the third panel with a light orange background, Tsumiki is smiling while Megumi comes up behind her and asks "Why's dad crying?" /End ID]

Before this happened

Edit: It has kindly been brought to my attention that Tsumi means sin in Japanese I'm so sorry Tsumiki I should've taken five seconds to check I just wanted matching nicknames with Gumi 😭

[sullina]

I believe the reason why Nimona turned into a Phoenix specifically in the final scene of the movie was not necessarily a (purely) artistic choice, but rather because Nimona wanted to live.

We know that Nimona can do pretty much anything, including turning into a fictional dragon and spew cereal instead of fire.

And she’s smart, we know that, too.

So I wouldn’t put it past her to be able to figure out a way, on the spot, to not die while throwing herself full force against a cannon that she knew was gonna kill her.

She knew she was gonna die, so she turned into a being that would always come back to life, because she wanted to live.

[hajihiko]

more kofi stuff while I also work on the donation ones

CelestiaxKyoko and CelestiaxKirumi for Sam

Taka and Kimbolton in a field (not quite frolicking sorry) for Churro

Hajime giving Fuyuhiko a "little" kiss on the nape for Whiteheart7 (messed up the little part oops)

TsumugixMiu for Kro

[amphibianaday]

day 1765

[moon-buggg]

Hide and Seek. Viewers are free to imagine context for this<3

[mortellanarts]

I've found the path my heart will walk today

[lelianasbong]

gale, karlach, lae'zel, astarion... everybody in this game is crushing on wyll at least a little bit. the one braincell they all share says he's fine as hell.

[wyvernity]

quick personal update -- i've been in chinaaaa for the past few weeks! plus a few days of layover in tokyo, so i got to visit japan for the first time! good experiences good food all around \(^_^)/

now that i'm officially back, i can share some of the soulsilver i've been stockpiling since march..... and since i'm too lazy to make multiple posts, you guys get the full dump. warning! there are a few!

[wolfchans]

BANG CHAN ♡ BOOSTER SKZ'S MAGIC SCHOOL DAY 1 (240329) | © 방찬해

[vuelode-irbis]

No anchor

[ID: digitally drawn fanart of Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts. It recreates the scene in which Kipo finds out who her mother is and transforms into the mega-jaguar, along with Nael's poem, "The tiger" modified verses in-between the drawings. The first scene is a close-up of Kipo's eyes, she looks worried and tears are forming in her eyes, text below reads "The jaguar". The second image shows the mega-monkey, Kipo's mother, surrounded by Scarlemagne and other's flamingos, trying to fight them, the text below reads "She destroyed her cage". Third scene shows Kipo's eyes again, this time they're pink and her pupils are sharp like a cat's, she's angry and her tears come out, the text says "Yes"; onto the next drawing, she's on the floor on all fours, her arms have turned into the jaguar's and her tail has come out too, the text says "YES" in all caps. In the next scene she has turned into the mega-jaguar, roaring in anger, the text below reads "The jaguar is out". In the last scene, she's running towards the camera, still angry and roaring. End ID]

Inspired by and based on Nael's poem :>

I had this idea for a while, tried to execute it, failed and gave it a second try because Kipo's a very good show and this is one of my favorite scenes ever

Original poem: The tiger

The tiger

He destroyed his cage

Yes

YES

The tiger is out

-- Nael, "The Tiger" from "They're Singing a Song in Their Rocket"