#kosukei

[keikotwins]

Now that I have another crackship, thought I might as well illustrate it. Funny how I made the KosuKei one before the big reveals… Time flies!

(Keihara was weirdly tough because I don't really ship them romantically per say – but perhaps you're too young for that, shh~ Also I didn't have my meta-addict bro at hand for Saehara's best age and height so don't @ me about these crazy headcanons.)

Now back to the brainrots! Please share yours in the tag?

[fugitivehues]

honey ginger tea

[niwatari-rei]

K-KosuKei and Flowers? ///

Knocking on the door, Kosuke waited patiently.

Hopefully, Hiwatari wouldn't mind the gift he had prepared for him.

As the door opened, the other greeted him with a smile.

"Why if it isn't Niwa-san. Come in and have a seat."

Walking through the door with a uneasy smile, he spoke.

"I hope I didn't interrupt you."

"There's no need to worry, I had time to spare." The man spoke, not at all sounding disturbed.

"Um…these are for you." Kosuke nervously handed the flowers over.

"You really shouldn't have, Niwa-san. I appreciate the gesture."

The moment he looked at the other's face, it was almost as though there was a genuine smile for once.

[fyeahiwatarikei]

“Maybe you should give up.” + Kosuke Niwa :>

Prompt List

“Maybe you should give up.”

Kosuke doesn’t immediately understand his words, absorbed as he is by the map he has spread before him in the bed. When the meaning finally reaches him, he emits a confused “hm?” and turns his head in his direction.

“What do you mean, Kei-san? I’m onto something…”

A hand gently finds Kosuke’s shoulder and presses it in what he hopes is an affectionate gesture. He has been working so hard, lately, to find more clues, any clue about the curse, in an eternally renewed energy, that Kei’s starting to feel sorry for everyone involved. For the children he cannot save like this, for the efforts he is wasting… For his health, that has been suffering from such dedication.

Niwa Kosuke is a passionate person as much as a free spirit, a trait that may or may not have been temporarily set aside in their quest for a solution to help their sons.

But the truth is, what Kosuke’s been researching is nothing but a self-inflicted red herring. Indeed, his theory about the location of the Black Wings artwork following a magic logic suffers from two flaws: the artwork has been placed regardless of external geographical influences, the artwork is not even located where the researcher thinks it is.

But a regular police commissioner isn’t supposed to know about the first element, and he has, until now, been quite curious about whether his counterpart would eventually find out about the truth regarding the second. Obviously, Kosuke hasn’t. His work is wasted, and now threatening health and relationships.

After all, bringing notes to bed can be fun, but the boyfriend might have a few objections to bring to this, may it be because the latter has work the following day and might need darkness to sleep, or because he had… other plans.

“It’s time to stop,” Kei responds in a tone that doesn’t consider opposition. “Besides, your map is outdated.”

“Oh, of course! I’m comparing historical data to…”

Kei removes his hand. They exchange a glance. Kosuke folds the map (Is it an original…? Is it Kei’s original!?) and carefully places it on his bedside table.

“Sorry about that…”

“Please don’t mention it.” This time, the caress lands on Kosuke’s head. “You’ve been good.”

Discomfort redirection. Time to forget work, the curse, the never-ending cycle of new ideas leading to no result, how all these elements keep them both captive… He wants to see Kosuke’s freedom again.

[hkrieg]

Scene from @fugitivehues very good one-shot, “Bracelet”, from her Kosuke-themed series “Postcards”! Read it if you like DNAngel Dad Content 👀 (but be warned; spoilers for part 2 of the manga!)

[superjeon]

top 5 bangtan bombss

okay so I tried answering this a while ago but then I ended up watching more bts bombs XD these are my favorite old ones, I have yet to catch up on any of the new ones

Jungkook’s Lipsync Show [they all look so good wtf]

Let’s Speak English!

Finding Jungkook by Jimin PD

War of Hormone: Halloween Edition

Whatcha Doin’ Today?

thank you for giving me an excuse to rewatch these ^^

[kookie-time]

yoonseok and aegyo?

“i’m not. going to. fall for it.” 

yoongi stares at the wall. 

“fucking stop it hoseok it’s not going to work.” 

there’s a whining noise coming from his left side. 

“no. no. i’m not doing it.” 

there’s a movement and yoongi can just see the pout in his mind but he’s not going to -- 

“FUCKING FINE.” yoongi snatches the maid costume from off the table and storms into their room. 

hoseok leans back into the couch and grins. 

[pinksalmons]

i find it nice to watch, all the mystery and stuff. it's confusing at first. compared to school 2013, it's got more of that melodramatic feel. i recommend angry mom and seonam high school investigators if you like mystery and the high school theme c:

oh nice thanks for the recommendation. summer holiday coming and i know what i am gonna watch. i love mystery dramas. thank you

[jimins-arms]

you dance so well like woah. my body can't move that fluidly;;

wowow thank you ;__; that means a lot~

[fugitivehues]

Belledonna + KosuKei :>

belladonna | silence | A confession given without words.

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i think they're so neat~ also the rutile from the anime is their motif in my heart.

[niwatari-rei]

Masterlist Argentine & Risa + card Apprentice-Kei/Hikari + candle Daisuke, Takeshi & Sekimoto + chocolate Dark/Krad + getaway EmiKosuke + ring KosuKei + flowers SatoDai + card Yuu/Krad + flowers

[fyeahiwatarikei]

Begonia and Kosukei for the flower prompt :>

Flower Language Writing Prompts

Begonia ◦ How ghosts help the living live a little

You can also read this on AO3!

Stitches dug in his flesh, stretched by the effort he had made to reach the garden, but the fresh air on his face made the exercise worth it. After all, he had spent days inside of his hospital room, too weak to walk anywhere, refusing visits from co-workers, awaiting with resignation the moment Satoshi or Kosuke would barge in asking for explanations. A fruitless wait: it had taken Kosuke almost two weeks to come while Satoshi hadn’t bothered.

“It’s funny,” Kosuke started, “I had prepared something to say, but now that I’m here…”

The man’s gaze wandered over the garden, following strollers, old persons or recovering residents. Did the two of them look like strangers, sitting side to side on this bench with 30 safe centimetres separating them? Kosuke had joined his hands on his lap, thumbs slowly brushing against each other. He didn’t look nervous, not in the way that resembled him. His calm mostly betrayed… tiredness.

“Perhaps you have questions?” Kei only responded.

“Is there anything I should know before Satoshi?”

In front of the Black Wings, Kosuke had ruined everything. Weeks ago, the man had obviously guessed something sounded off in the stories he had been told. From this unspoken beginning of truth, suspicions had risen, excited by the other’s silences. The latter had understood, from the looks he caught, that Kosuke was expecting him to plan to leave, disappear, perhaps even die. How, he couldn’t possibly figure, but the researcher had fathomed that much. He was that efficient.

Thus, when they had rushed to defend Satoshi against Krad one last time, Kosuke had immediately understood the moment had come, that a confession would lead to a disaster; facing a confused, helpless, hurt Satoshi, he had stopped him from telling the truth. Doing so, Kosuke had saved his life.

But at what cost? The lies that he had tightly weaved for over six years weren’t supposed to last forever, just like his purpose. Kosuke had been the softest, the gentlest parenthesis in this life, bringing him undying support and unrivalled understanding. Despite ignoring his true nature, he had managed to share his feelings to an intimate level. Parenthood. Dedication. Sacrifice. However, true understanding had never been an option.

They had loved each other. If Kosuke had ever found out about his true nature, the level of acceptance brought between them would have immediately destroyed the thing called Elm Root. Simultaneously being understood and sharing affection were impossible for him. They had always been, at the core of his being, of his curse. Destruction had been the only outcome – it hadn’t happened, now what?

“Is there anything you want to know before Satoshi?”

Kosuke smiled, amusement mixed with sadness. Getting any answer had never been simple, their twisted little game resonated sadly after what they had lived. Yet it was something they could still share.

“What’s your name?”

“You’ve guessed that much, haven’t you?”

Both Kosuke and Satoshi were knowledgeable enough to put a word on the powers he had displayed against Krad. Few ancient artworks had survived the Cultural Revolution, even less shared a bond with trees.

“And how should I call you?”

This question was unexpected. His identity had always been clear: Elm Root, first artwork of the Hikari patriarch Himself, faithful companion of a long lineage of artists, guiding them towards perfection, through prosperity and madness. That had been until twenty years ago, when Hikari Rio had appeared. She had been the first to challenge what he meant to the family: not only had she encouraged him to completely pass as human for the next generation, but she had concealed information about his true identity. No record mentioned Elm Root; after Rio, no Hikari knew it still existed.

“‘Hiwatari Kei’ is the name I chose for this life. So that Hikari Rio’s son…” He paused. Satoshi would have to forgive him for revealing the truth to someone else first. “So that our son could be supported until the time had come.”

For the first time this day, Kosuke glanced in his direction. Their eyes met for a few seconds; the corner of his lips twisted in a quiet grimace. Had he guessed this as well? Had he guessed that much? Were a few painful words interrupted in a critical situation and a few months of relationship all it took for him, really? Meeting someone this talented and intelligent was rare.

“Then,” Kosuke asked, straightening his back as if he was about to leave. Yet he stayed. “Can I ask if you still want me?”

Reddening ears however betrayed the true feelings under the detached demeanour. Shared true feelings. At no moment had he expected Kosuke to want to stay by his side. There was no way love could have survived this amount of… “Kei” being “Kei”. And even if it had, somehow, Elm Root would have been turned to dust.

“If there is any way Niwa Kosuke can willingly decide to spend more time with a thing, I’ll gladly observe the process.”

“You’re not a ‘thing’, Kei.”

That was new. And unexpected.

Typical Niwa Kosuke…

Part 1 ◦ Part 2 ◦ Part 3 ◦ Part 4

[kittynoct]

tbh I don't get what people are trying to do. sending you rude messages to possibly change your mind? about what? who knows. can't we all accept the fact that this beautiful, young person is happy with who they are and by sending them crap will only give fuel to their beauty. uusui is basically feeding off your ridiculous asks so let the ass eating emperor eat ass in peace.

racists sending me hate makes me feel so alive and proud of how beautiful i am

[enitari]

apparently the dmmd ova will be ren's bad end. bruhhh

YEAH I HEARD BRUH AND IM NOT READY TO TALK ABOUT THIS JUST YET MESSAGE ME TMMRW BECAUSE RN I NEED TO CALM DOWN, SLEEP, AND CRY SOME MORE IM STILL NOT READY TO DISCUSS ANYTING OR MAKE GIFS OR ANYTHING I JUST WANT TO THINKA ND CYR

[kirishimasayato-blog]

☁ : watashi came out to have a sugoi timu but watashi wa feeling so attacked ima desu.

christ

[bloodrainghoul]

dramatical murder

gay sex left and right

you fuck a dog

some guy named kojack off

cool character designs

some robot guy

a lot of gay sex

yaoi

gory bad endings

sex

ive been told it actually has a story? besides fucking?

hmmmm

idk i just see a lot of butthole penetration

not a bad thing