#ish? not really but. just in case :')

[nibeul]

kon

[id: It’s an illustration of Aki holding his hand out in front of him in the signal he uses to summon the Fox Devil. One of his eyes are closed while the other is looking straight forward and a cigarette dangles from his lips. He’s depicted with tan skin and multiple piercings ranging from snakebites to double eyebrow, different sized gauges, and a daith piercing in his left ear. Behind him, the fox devil is drawn in bright orange, purple, and pink. Aki’s hand frames one of her eyes. /end id]

[socialc1imb]

Every day they serve as reminders of my past mistakes

このままイタイんだ

ほら、こら、イヤ、したくないよ

[marshmallowgoop]

No matter how special it is, a kid's lunch is still just a kid's lunch.

I dunno, I liked "The Genius Restaurant" (Episode 1,089).

Happy (belated) birthday, Jimjam.

[Song link] [YouTube link]

[sturgeonrot]

*taps mic* hello helloooo is anybody there

throws this at you like a grenade. hooooly shit. slash and bash.

[doodleodds]

royalty & fairy tale au’s are meant to be mixed and u can’t change my mind

Late shuake week 2022 day 3 - Royalty AU

[raifuujin]

It's been more than 20 years and for some reason I feel that Gosho hasn't given Kaiao any development, how can more than 20 years pass and Aoko dynamics, relationship and feelings remain the same? At this point I feel like Gosho is just going to make them date because "they already liked each other" they remain in the same status quo

Hey, if we go by DC romance progress, they've been going too fast. We've already had suspicion of identity chapters, and that didn't happen until more than 400 chapters in DC. /j

Since heists have taken over any character development recently, I don't even know if Kaito and Aoko will even get any romantic progress. Maybe the actual identity confrontation will happen down the line, since that's thief drama, but atm, it really wouldn't surprise me if they only ask each other on a real date at the very end of the manga.

Like. I'm sure Gosho would love to make MK a love drama as well, but he writes MK so rarely, and usually as hype for something Kid related in other media. So the MK stories tend to be heavy on drama that can only take place at Kid heists. (To the point that the new chapters just. Use Kid as the plot device to show off a new character. Even Hakuba's never gotten so much 'look at this character being a detective' treatment in MK.)

-sighs- I just feel bad for MK as a series at this point. I like the characters, I like the general story idea, but. It's been going down a very steep hill with Gosho wanting things exciting, but not wanting any real progress in. Anything. But unlike old MK, the new stories aren't even nice standalone setpieces of story, they're... mundane. They could be high stakes, if you purely look at the scenarios on paper, but. We all know nothing's gonna happen to Kid. Nothing even happens to him when the actual bad guys show up, much less one-time antagonists.

We need actual character focus and development, not heist drama. Badly. Not even romance, though that'd be a nice change. Just any character expansion of our limited cast of characters. Gosho wants big, all the time, meaningless big stuff, when small would be so nice.

[aj-lenoire]

i do not enjoy harry potter anymore and even when i did, snape was not a character i ever liked, but for some reason my ‘for you’ page is just full of dedicated snape stan accounts and i hate it

[agentnatesewell]

(Here is the semi NSFT/definitely kink-related headcanon I asked about!)

Sometimes I think about a Nate who fears being the devourer but not the devoured; who allows his detective to sink their teeth into him and leave half-moons that curve just like their mouth on his thighs, the indentations peeking out from beneath his collar and catching someone's - probably M's - eyes before he moves and they sink out of view again.

He would never bite the detective. But they would bite him, teeth catching on his shoulder lazily, his stomach covered in open-mouthed kisses, their lips just barely grazing the side of his throat (where he knows he would be unable to resist drinking if their positions were reversed) before they suck the skin hard enough to leave another one of their marks.

Their entanglement would have evidence. Mostly hidden, but he would know it was there, and the detective would know it was there.

And I think he would obsess over that, look forward to their love bites - both the casual nips at his fingers and the deliberate, intentional hickeys - want to be marked by them again and again.

And he would begin to understand why someone would want him to do the same to them, that as he trusts his detective when he is held in their mouth, they would trust him.

Oh, oh, oh, this is excellent

Wanting to be marked, wanting to be someone’s - but wanting to be theirs, the love of their long life …

I love that they’d be hidden, because they’d fade and fade rapidly, but they would know. And if time and again and there is a pattern, the ghost of the mark, teeth and bruises, there - a phantom feeling

Thank you very much for sharing this! How you wrote us was gorgeous, and the very idea and visual is stunning

[live-at-fortune-city]

society could not handle them if they were in the same game together

bastard rival biker man solidarity

[metaphorical-goblin]

Miles & Pearl + An Act of Kindness

Miles shifted in the stiff hospital seat as the girl sniffled beside him.

Wright had left her, frightened and alone, right there on the bench as he darted into the room to tend to Ms. Fey (she'd just been rescued, after all, and the hospital refused to allow more than one person in while she was still waking up).

All events conspired to leave one antsy Miles Edgeworth accompanying one weeping Pearl Fey.

He wasn't sure how to comfort her. How could he bring comfort to such a young person, who likely had no idea of object permanency and couldn't understand that her cousin was not gone, but simply recovering in the other room?

(It occurred to him that, perhaps, he did not understand children as well as he thought.)

The girl hiccuped again, silent tears trailing down her face, as her clumsy hands tangled in her shoelaces.

His fists automatically tightened their grip on one another as she scrubbed an arm across her face. "Everything alright, Ms. Fey?"

Pearl shivered through another batch of sniffles, still glancing to the side as she mumbled to herself. "M-Mister Nick always… ties my shoes for me."

He really should have asked. Miles couldn't explain what led him to act.

But he slipped to the floor in front of the girl anyway, kneeling on the rubber flooring in his suit pants while lifting her small foot to his thigh, taking her laces in hand. "I suppose he hasn't taught you, either. It's alright," he reassured her, looking up with sincere confidence. "The way shoe-tying is traditionally taught is really not as effective for little fingers."

Quitely, with patient words that his father used to whisper to him, he showed her how to tie her little sneakers, making small loops and twisting them up, double-knotted so they wouldn't fall loose. Then, she replicated his work on the opposite shoe, slowly and carefully working to follow his exact instruction.

When she was done, it was not neat or perfect. It likely wouldn't hold itself together for the hour.

"That's a wonderful job, Ms. Fey," he praised, smiling up at her. "It will take practice, but you won't need any help, soon enough. However, it's always alright to ask."

Miles worried he said something wrong when her lip wobbled, and he scrambled to pull out an apology that would stave off more of her sorrow.

Her tiny arms locked around his neck, and she buried her face into his jacket. "Thank you, Mr. Edgeworth."

-----

Phoenix shuffled out of the room, still agonized by Maya's condition and her lack of progress so far.

She would be alright, he urged himself. Everything would be alright.

His thoughts stalled completely when he caught sight of Pearl, snoring softly with her head resting against Miles' thigh.

He blinked a few times as the prosecutor met his gaze. "Wright! Is…" His voice dropped in volume as he startled awake, shifting his hand to cradle the girl's head for a mere breath. "How is she?"

Phoenix stammered his way through what the doctors shared while Miles nodded in silence. Then, still silent, he leaned forward and lifted a styrofoam cup from the ground.

"I got you… coffee. Well, Ms. Fey and I got you coffee, and I also got her a hot chocolate because she seemed rather… distraught, and I really hope that's alright-"

"Miles." The prosecutor's hand was almost frigid where Phoenix laid his own atop it, his knuckles bony and chilled, but somehow still warm underneath all those layers. "Of course it's alright. That's… It's wonderful. Thank you."

Miles blinked at him, stars shining below his brows, before his worry-tight lips shifted into something akin to a smile.

"Of course," he murmured, casting his eyes down to where their fingers curled together.

[scamera-writes]

Reality Lowdown

(content warnings are in tags)

The room I wake up in has shifted 2 degrees to the left The light in the kitchen is a warm glow- it was a cool blue last night The sun rises in the wrong spot The stairs are too close together as I walk

I don’t let my eyes stay in one place too long They dart across rooms, looking for more displacements More to feel wrong about A voice calls me to the next room. I don’t recognize who it is I don’t know where I am

My knuckles crack too loudly My hair is tied up wrong My jacket is too tight in the collar My shoes are too loose My voice is different than I remember it My vision is more blurry than last night My thoughts formulate too fast My hands are responding too slow

My chest feels heavy My eyes glaze over My heart aches My stomach does flips My fingers are chewed- so are my lips My legs go numb

I don’t think anyone can understand it Can truly understand- The way my hands Are detached from my wrists

I stare at faces until I’m certain I’ve seen the person before I don’t think I’ve stared at a mirror for this long before I’ve been staring at a mirror the whole time My skin crawls I feel sick

I will wake up tomorrow unknowing of what it will be The room I wake up in might be shifted 5 degrees to the right Or the light in the kitchen might be blue again My knuckles might not crack at all My voice might not work I don’t know.

Reality has its claws in me The best I can do is lick off the blood

-Reality Lowdown (By me)

[rmorde]

Gojo Satoru has bad taste in men. Full stop. No. I will not take any arguments.

[katyspersonal]

Rare Tumblr L when you and the bitch that hates you share a mutual and after you casually interacted they do the possessive boyfriend shoulder grab thing by instantly sending them something after you but with very obvious interior motive, so you gotta show them you aren't scared and send this mutual even MORE love, and so you have passive-aggressive "communication" like this to assert your place while clueless mutual is DROWNING in attention and love as a result and thinks how lucky they are 😔

[jahiera]

okay one very small critique I do have specifically of the post-ritual ending where Tav is aghast at how Astarion has changed, I do wish the dialogues took more into account that Astarion’s vibes prior to the ritual weren’t exactly “sweet boy” in that one specific dialogue branch — I do understand the point, emphasizing how dramatically further down he’s fallen from himself. But like. This is a guy who goes “let’s go hurt someone >:)” when you click on him. I understand it’s to drive home the emphasis and all that but let’s be real with ourselves here. yes he is sad when he can’t see the sun and also yes he giggles about violent murder. both are true

[front-facing-pokemon]

[azure-steel]

I haven't played the demo, and I don't plan to. But I have seen some gifs and just... Sephiroth, my bby, my sweet, I know it hurts but Cloud can kiss it better 😭