#kai i hope you see this

[friendlycursedspaceotter]

sometimes, you think you're making a character playlist for a character you're voicing and you realized you're accidentally characterizing them as a hurt nonbinary disaster bisexual who just wants love and maybe to create the world's best adblocker while also dealing with these maniacs who keep interrupting her work but also have good baked goods

on a completely unrelated note, Riley Harper from Welcome to Interstellar

[xx-sketchy-xx]

It wouldn’t let me load the full background

But I fricken DID IT

I DID IT WOOOOOOO!

[untilyouremember]

7th Time Loop

Available digitally

Available in print

No you don't understand. I am beside myself here. This was so hilarious to me. They are having their first fight. Except, he's not gonna fight with his wife and she doesn't know how to have a fight! I laughed through like 8 pages straight.

[kaitaiga]

Task Force Dagger

“Nihil Obstat”

Members:

2nd Commando Regiment (SOCOMD)

Captain Lachlan Jones

Sergeant Damien Whitlock

Sergeant Daniel Greenhill

Royal Australian Air Force (RAAF)

Flight Lieutenant Archie Campbell (75th SQN F-35 Pilot)

Sergeant Joseph Hernández (4SQN CCT)

Heights:

[sea-jello]

@nyaskitten tumblr ate your fucking ask uhh ignore how this is months later BUT i finally watched dr s2 AND

I GET IT NOW. I UNDERSTAND.

[bubblegumflavor]

"That foreigner over there looks like he could use a refreshment."

Daniel: "I got this!"

A little first meeting in Italy AU for the @ckreversebang !! =)

(Had to delete the first post because I wanted to add a part 2 of the scene X3)

[dontpunchdogs]

happy holidays + a snooper christmas to those who celebrate!!

[enha-cafe]

YOU are a MENACE i want more details pwetty please uwu *flutters eyelashes*

- millie's 🦩 anon

^ for reference

okay but meeting hyuka and him being this really cute and funny guy you fall in love with and you really like him for his personality and stuff. you hear him making a bunch of small dick jokes with his friends and honestly you really don't care because you're not at that stage with him yet and even when you do get to that stage you wouldn't leave a guy just over his dick.

one day having time alone with him for the first time in a long time and deciding a little kiss won't hurt. the kisses slowly become needier and needier as he grabs your hips trying to drag you closer to his lap. his touch alone shows you how badly he wants you and crawls into his lap. wanting to feel the friction and being taken back the second you feel his bulge against your core.

he's always made jokes about him being small and skinny but you're realizing those jokes were all lies. dragging your hips across him makes you even wetter. it almost feels like his dick never ends and the girth alone is making you drool. you can't help but wonder why he'd ever joke about his size when in reality you're scared you might not even be able to take him. the thought of taking such a monster both scares you and arouses you.

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

I am at 59k on this Ninjago fic i swear I'll finish it this month I will work on nothing else I am going to finish this--

[the-red-thread-that-strangles]

It tugs, sometimes. Curious and foolish.

That traitorous heart mana of his, reaching out, drawing in, seeking connection in the way that's in their blood, their soul, their nature. Synchronicity.

Rei's not known it, before.

Where other demons might be attuned to family, Rei has no one to claim the spot. So, his heart mana sings, unblemished, its lonely little sonata, the song of his homeland. All there is to him, granted by air and earth and starlight.

He has so much to give, and yet, it isn't good enough. Discordant, they say. Human, they snarl, disgust evident in their tones.

Thus, growing up Rei learns to compose himself. Pushes himself to the brink in order to rewrite his heartbeat's melody. Puts himself out there, gets stronger, richer in experience, whenever he draws back. Over and over and over again.

Until one day, pushing himself past reason, he almost doesn't return.

But while he hasn't been looking, a new melody has taken residence by his side. Soft and steady high notes, barely perceptible.

Morofushi Hiromitsu, faded, yet giving himself so generously.

Rei hears him, takes him in and amplifies the notes he's given, until others may do so, too. Until Hiro may do it himself.

Their hearts mana, separate but inseparable, resonating in response.

And Rei's called back home.

.

Rye is low notes, a deep bass, slow and steady.

He could enrich their harmony, if only he wasn't so gratingly offbeat.

Rye's unrefined and ever-contradicting himself. Cold and uncaring, yet bleeding red like the rest of them. A long-ranged combatant, always too close. The smartest fool Rei ever has had the displeasure of meeting.

He takes Rei's heart mana greedily, gives it back tenfold.

Then he takes Scotch's, and their tentative song, not yet given voice, dissolves into dissonant whispers.

.

When they meet again, Rei doesn't want to feel Akai's heart mana for the longest time.

It's too painfully familiar, echoes of the past still trapped reverberating within. Misery-in-resonance almost dusts Rei.

It's his duty to be here, and so he stays, but there's others to preoccupy himself with.

So, he remains a careful distance away from Akai. Doesn't see the muted melancholy wrapped around him until it's too late, until Akai's almost gone dark and quiet.

When he heals Akai, he pours all of his heart mana into him. Their hearts still sing the same tune, after all these years, discordant notes and all.

.

The journey is too perilous to allow them senseless grudges. Their lives are one. If either falls, the story ends.

They rely on each other's mana like air, sharing desperate breaths like drowning men in a land that wants to drag them under.

What even is left of their individual songs? It doesn't matter, anymore. They've shared so much it really is one and the same, disjointed notes smoothed out through time and touch and trial, into an elegy for Scotch.

.

As they finally reach tentative harmony, they rip themselves apart.

.

There is dissonance in Demon Lord Furuya’s heart. A furious ache that even Hiro's return can't soothe.

But he has a duty, to his land and his people. He can't stop to rest. Besides, the one to replenish his heart mana, he who's grown so good at it over the years, has left, exiled by Rei's own hand.

Akai is a fool, but so is Rei.

He clings to the thrum of Akai's low warm notes, barely an echo within himself.

.

Da capo al coda, the cyclical rhythm of life remains the same.

Rei's still not good enough.

He's bested their best. He's saved the realms. And all that matters, in the end, is that they see his heart mana, and find it lacking.

But he's no longer the lonely manaspawn he once was. His song no longer just his own.

He's holding the position through skill and strategy, through force of personality. With the help of friends and allies gathered on his journey.

They'll have to listen to his tune, this time.

.

The key, of course, is an argument.

Their feverish crescendo crashes into mellow adagio - along with their lips.

Rei knows, then: if no one else accepted him, the boundless love in Akai's heart would be enough to supply his heart mana for as long as he lives.

It's exhilarating, to share every last bit of himself, to accept all of Shuuichi in turn. Synchronized in full, for now and as long as they live.

Pulsating, between them, the potential to compose a new melody, together. Point and counterpoint. Bright and warm and vibrant and home.

.

When he takes Akai's hand, leads him to the dancefloor, the festive joy of friends and family soaking the ambient mana with joyous ringing, it's enough to put pressure even on Rei's heart mana.

He can't help thinking that this should've been so much easier. But theirs has never been the easy way.

And it's not the conclusion, but the overture to their new life, together.

The waltz of their future, a thunderous symphony.

.

@floofiestboy's Demon King Furuya AkAm AU is giving me too many feelings. Go read it here.

[aidanchaser]

Hi there! If you’re still doing the Spotify requests (and you don’t mind doing more Jily)… 72?

Yay! I am always happy to do more Jily, particularly since the first request gave me a good prompt for pre-war Jily, and this one...

Are you, are you Coming to the tree? Strung up a man they say who murdered three Strange things did happen here; no stranger would it be If we met at midnight in the hanging tree

Lily stepped away and stumbled, like her legs might give, but she ignored his hand and steadied herself on the kitchen counter.

"Meadowes was my friend, too," James murmured.

"You don't--" Lily's voice and body trembled. "She's dead because she's like me. You can't know how that feels."

James swallowed down the injury and grief of the accusation.

He laced his fingers through hers and pulled her against his chest. "I don't, but I'll fight and die with you just the same."

Another choked, dry sob strangled itself in Lily's throat. Harry, still asleep in his cot, began to fuss.

Are you, are you Coming to the tree --The Hanging Tree, Angus and Julia Stone

[dididems]

Been seeing some super cute art of @jelliclekay’s OC Artemis… They are so freaking cute, I got inspired to doodle them today!! 🤍

[nyaskitten]

wu ninjago... I love you...

[smidgen-of-hotboy]

i'm not the famed anonymous jet tramp stamp anon, but i've been watching the whole thing with a good deal of interest and i would like to add, for your consideration: jet literally has a car schematic with labeled parts tattooed on his back (the only reason anyone knows it exists is because he took his shirt off once when they were all swimming)

You might not be the famous jet tattoo/tramp stamp anon but I think I know who you really are

[sourtaste]

   ✽   ˖*    𓂃     frigid   winds   roaring   outdoors   nip   incessantly   at   any   sliver   of   skin   it   can   find   leaving   a   crimson   tincture   in   its   wake.   he   sits   perched   upon   granite   steps   unmoving   as   if   one   were   a   gargoyle   ornately   carved   into   gothic   architecture,   feline   -   like   hues   observe   last   throng   of   individuals   whose   names   adorned   strictly   upheld   guest   list   disappear   into   bright   yellow   taxis   and   luxury   vehicles   driven   by   personal   chauffeurs.   the   way   in   which   presence   is   disregarded   for   chatter   amongst   peers   about   market   stocks   or   impromptu   trips   to   sicily   does   not   go   unnoticed.   in   fact,   events   that   transpired   in   convention   center   proved   he   had   no   place   in   this   world   of   wealth,   splendor,   and   influence.   to   all   who   resided   within   it,   he   would   remain   an   outsider   —   a   trespasser   who   got   his   place   at   the   table   due   to   ambiguous   familial   connections   with   one   of   the   prosperous   names   in   new   york   city.   flutter   of   peach   in   his   peripheral   makes   his   head   turn,   though   he   wishes   he   ignored   newcomer   the   second   their   eyes   briefly   meet   before   returning   to   prior   position.   ❛   what   are   you   doing   out    here   ?   ❜   inquiry   hot,   nearly   scolding,   on   his   tongue   as   it   drifts   into   the   chilled   atmosphere.   he   doesn't   truly   wish   to   know   the   reasoning   behind   counterpart's   arrival,   but   one   has   hope   bubbling   somewhere   in   depths   of   chest   curtness   serves   as   a   warning.   a   flashing   sign   discouraging   other   from   continuing   approach.   ❛   you   should   go   back   inside.   ❜ @achingblushes

[koma-time]

UMMMM this is most certainly Chozen is it not????? Chozen and Johnny in front of Cobra Kai??? Together????!!!!