#joche

[p0rkyy]

The radiant bride and the ugly ass groom @wowa-bublord

[seaofolives]

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[funhilde]

Traveling with puppets

[sokkas-therapist]

NOBODY BOTHER ME the writers of the Boiling Rock episodes said that Sokka and Zuko fight like an old married couple

[seaofolives]

OH HEY I REMEMBER THIS this was one of the premises that excited me in the mb bang!! 💖💖💖 this excerpt was hottttttt

I'm following the rules by sending you an ask but demon/vampire mb au????? idk why that's the "weirdest" thing I saw in your list

(ask me about my WIPs)

AHHH THAT ONE! :D

That fic was gonna be for a MB big bang like... a year ago? 2 years ago??? and i dropped the event bc i was so busy with school + zines and it was my lowest prio (plus was slipping out of sk8 writing at the time).

my initial idea inspo was one of those twitter "QRT with pics based on your zodiac/birthday/battery %" things, which gave me the prompt: Immortal AU | Mutual Pining | “Listen to me, just this once.” my essential idea: Kaoru is posessed by a demon (Carla) who grants him eternal health + youth + life in exchange for her getting to live in his body + occasionally use it as her own (gets her a "get out of Hell free" card). Kojiro is a vampire. The two meet in Venice, have an on-again-off-again situationship for a few centuries, until they meet up in modern day when Adam (a demon possessing the politician Ainosuke Shindo) appears and decides, hey, he really wants to be a dick to Carla, so why not get the pretty body she's got while he's at it?

featuring high drama from Kojiro, who refuses to let Kaoru be possessed by Adam, Kaoru who has a demon and a vampire as his forever family, Carla who is a snarky demon shit, and amateur demon hunter group comprised of Reki/Langa/Shadow/Miya who are investigating this super sus politician, Ainosuke Shindo.

Snippet below the cut (this is long but i legit forgot i wrote this and it *slaps*) cw for: threats of violence, blood drinking, loss of control of body due to demon possession

The moonlight shines on the water’s surface, and Kaoru breathes the salty air in deep. Venice reminds him of home, with the ocean air rolling in and the markets full of freshly caught fish. It’s been nearly sixty years since he left home, but Kaoru still finds himself most at peace by the ocean.

It’s far safer to travel in a group, Kaoru knows, but he slips away from the caravan of traders he’s travelled here with to explore the city for himself.

He looks up, losing himself in the stars as he walks along the waterfront. Gondolas drift by in his periphery, and Italian chatter spills out of open windows as he meanders along the walkway.

A hand on his arm startles Kaoru out of his reverie, and the shine of the moon on the water disappears as he’s pulled into a dark alley and a hand is slapped over his mouth.

“Just what the hell are you?” and Kaoru’s staring into angry wine-dark eyes with his own eyes open wide, and Carla says “Oh, fuck,” in his head, and then—

His mouth is moving but Kaoru’s not speaking. He can see his hands coming up to grip the stranger’s shirt tight, but he’s not moving them. He can feel his own face twist into a smirk and a leer but he’s not the one doing it, what is this—

Carla chuckles, deep and low, and the sound comes from Kaoru’s throat. “Oh, you are a pretty one, aren’t you? What are you? Werewolf? No, you’re far too cold for that. A lost soul, then, clinging to a life it has no claim of? Or,” and Carla leans in close and brushes the stranger’s hair away from their neck, revealing two light scars dotting the flesh just behind the jugular.

“Oh, how interesting,” Carla purrs with Kaoru’s tongue. “A vampire, here in Venice? I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised, your kind loves the waterfront—”

The vampire shoves Kaoru, no, Carla, into the stone wall behind them, and steps back. “Well, you know what I am. Now answer my damn question: what are you?”

Carla crosses Kaoru’s arms — and Kaoru does not like the feeling why can’t he control his limbs — and tilts Kaoru’s head. “My name is Carla. I’ve struck a deal with this mortal, so now I get to use his body.”

The stranger’s eyes narrow. “A demon, I should have known by your stink—”

Kaoru protests in his head, but the words never pass his lips. Carla cuts the stranger off with a laugh. “Oh, come now, love, the boy and I have our deal. He agreed to this, and he gets what he wants out of the bargain. There’s no need for such insults, especially not when I know every weakness your kind has.”

In a flurry of movement, Carla has the vampire pinned to the wall, Kaoru’s dagger held to his throat. “It’s made of steel, to be sure, but beheading works just as well as a stake through the heart. But I’m sure we’d both rather this not end in violence — surely, this city is big enough for the both of us, at least for the next few days? We’ve got enough problems from all the humans slinking about; if they catch onto either one of us, it’s bad news for us both. So, what do you say? Truce?”

The stranger grits his teeth and nods curtly. “Truce.”

Carla nods and pulls away, sheathing Kaoru’s dagger in one fluid motion. “I’ve told you my name already, and the boy’s name is Kaoru.”

“Kojiro,” the vampire says. He narrows his eyes as he looks Carla up and down.

“Let me out,” Kaoru says, but the words never pass his lips, and Carla’s voice resonates around him in his head. It rumbles in the dark space Kaoru is in, shaking every fiber of his soul as she croons, “Hush, now, all in due time.”

“Kojiro,” Carla says aloud, and she taps Kaoru’s lips with a finger in thought. “Well, in the name of our truce, what say I buy you a drink?”

Kojiro rolls his eyes. “And you claim to know so much about vampires.”

“Not alcohol, moron.” Carla turns back to the water and the moonlight shining on the river’s surface. “We demons have quite a network already established, one that can even benefit you vampires.”

They end up at a dingy pub. Kojiro claims a booth while Carla speaks with the bartender. She asks for two glasses of wine, “One red and one darker,” she says. The bartender pauses and looks at her, locks eyes with her for a moment, then nods and turns away. He comes back with two glasses, one with wine and one with a thicker, deep red liquid. Carla takes the glasses, and the thicker liquid clings to the side of the glass as it shifts. Kaoru realizes with horror that the liquid is blood.

Carla brings the glasses and slides the glass of blood over to Kojiro. He sniffs at it, eyes narrowed in suspicion. His eyes widen as he looks at it.

“Huh,” he says. “You actually got human blood.”

Carla lifts up her wine glass. “Like I said — connections. Alla tua.”

“Alla tua,” Kojiro says, and he clinks his glass against Carla’s before taking a deep sip. “So,” he says, “what brings a demon to Venice?”

[annajewelsphotography]

Sella Joch - Italy (by Anna Jewels (@earthpeek))

https://www.instagram.com/earthpeek/

[bergsmotiv]

Skiarena Ischgl

Id Alpe 3211 m, Id Joch 2780 m

Ischgl, Paznauntal, Tirol

[witchyfangirl97]

My top Criminal Minds ships:

- Demily

- Hotchniss

- Willifer

- Temily

- Gravez

-Joch (if Will wasn’t in the picture)

[iilahpaagoliik]

Was haltet ihr hiervon?, ich möchte es ins Lateinische übersetzen.

Der Verräter eines Wilden Landes bittet dich um hilfe. Wie wirst du verfahren, oh Herrscher aller Schmerzen?

Der Verkaufter vieler Missetaten bittet dich um Hilfe. Was wirst du uns geben, oh Meister der Geschicke?

Noch vor ein paar Tagen bloß hatte es sich selbst geschändet. Wir bitten dich um Reue, errichte es ganz neu!

Die Fehler, die es mit sich bringt, hat es nicht zu verschulden. Was willst du nun haben, oh bändiger von Blute?

Es gab all seinen Besitz und Können her in diesem Lande. Was hast du zu sagen, oh Freund der wilden Tiere?

Der Tote ohne Ruhestätte bittet dich um Leben Vernichte ganz das Böse und bringe uns Leben.

[aigle-suisse]

La Vedretta di Solda par Giorgio Rodano Via Flickr : La vedretta è ricoperta di materiale morenico e circondata dalle vette della catena dell'Ortles (la cui cima, nella foto, si nasconde tra le nuvole). In primo piano il rifugio Città di Milano. Sulla destra si intravede il rifugio Coston. Un itinerario semplice e segnalato percorre il ghiacciaio e mette in comunicazione i due rifugi (un'escursione bella e remunerativa in un austero ambiente di alta montagna!). The glacier is covered with moraine material and surrounded by the peaks of the Ortles range (the top of which, in the photo, is hidden in the clouds). In the foreground, the Città di Milano refuge. On the right you can see the Coston refuge. A simple and marked itinerary runs along the glacier and connects the two refuges (a beautiful and profitable hike in an austere high mountain environment!).

[hondurasairportnews]

Fundación Integrar conmemora el Día Mundial del Síndrome de Down 2025

[annajewelsphotography]

Sella Joch - Italy (by Anna Jewels (@earthpeek))

https://www.instagram.com/earthpeek/

[bergsmotiv]

Internationaler Wintersportplatz

Lech am Arlberg, 1450 m, mit Panorama Mohnenfluhmähder und Lech gegen Omeshorn

Vorarlberg, Österreich

[der-saisonkoch]

Zurück von der Giro

Die Giro heute führte mich, nicht uns, zum Jaufen und zurück über das Penser Joch. Der Jaufen ist der übelste Feldweg, den man sich als Zweiradfahrer antun kann in Südtirol. An dem Status hat sich nichts geändert. Ich habe Ihnen zuerst mal noch ein Foto vom Giau eingelegt. Autocorso. Auf beiden Seiten. Mir kamen heute wieder die Flachen entgegen. Das sind die, von Denen die Nanny mal behauptete:…

[vespacruiser]

Passo dello stelvio 🥰

Hi, ich bin Phil und ich bin süchtig nach Kurven

[iilahpaagoliik]

Held des Lichts

Meine Macht versteckt sich im Schatten, Denn sie weiß, dort kann ich sie seh'n. Meine Macht bandelt an mit den Ratten, Denn sie weiß, die kann ich gut steh'n.

Deine Macht ist hell, wie die Sonne, Sie anzuschau'n tut dir Weh. Sie steht für Wärme und Wonne, Doch Niemand ist ihr in der Näh'.

Deine Taten werden Besungen Über und unter dem Stein. Doch ist ed dir niemals gelungen Ein Fünkchen uns besser zu sein.

Meine Taten schenken uns Frieden, Des Körpers, des Geistes, zur Nacht. Und als sie da alle ruhig liegen, Werden die Taten vollbracht.

Und wenn wir uns jemals Sprichst du vor Göttern und Schar. Schwafelst von der Strafen, vom/dem Segnen. Entblößt deinen Willen ganz bar.

Mich wird man dann nicht reden hören, Doch sehen dort wird man mich gut. Wirst noch deine Eide beschwören, Wenn verlassen dich schon dein Blut.

Meine Macht ist mehr als dein Schatten. Der Sonne hellwärmendes Licht Erreicht auch mich und meine Treuratten, Denn nur im Versteck sind wir nicht.

D'rum acht' auf deines Mundes Zunge. Wir leihen dir immer ein Ohr. Schone den Blasebalg, die Lunge. Am Besten noch, setz' dichr vor's Tor.

So müssen wir nicht mehr dich leiden. Und sterben, auch, musst du nicht. Du prahlest, du seiest bescheiden, Verwehrest doch ander'n das Licht.