#ok that was fun :)

[kindaasrikal]

“You are the controller of your own life. You lead a one man army, and you are the sole solider. It is only determined through your own actions if you will become what you want, in the end. Whether that be a tyrant or traitor, a hero or saviour, depends solely you.”

Morro, and what he wanted to be over the course of his existence. With a young sensei, a terrifying beast, and an old tyrant.

Wu looked at the small boy in front of him, so tiny and innocent, pure despite the pain he has already faced in his few short years of life. The emerald green streak tangled in his black hair as the wind swept over the two, resting from another day of training. Wu’s own golden eyes stared at the mesmerising sunset, before he turned his head to face his very first student. His very first child.

“Morro.” Teal eyes turned away from the warm tea cup wrapped in tiny hands, only to stare into the golden eyes the child finds so safe (yet one day, so painful)

“What do you want to be when you grow up?”

He watches as the naive child blinked up at him, turning his eyes back to the tea cup as his brows furrowed and his mouth moved into a thoughtful pout. Wu had to contain his laughter at the child’s deep thinking over such a simple question.

(Wu did not know the true insecurities the child faces when it comes to his place in the world, when it comes to his future.)

Teal eyes glimmered in the sunset as they turned back to face the pure gold held in his father’s eyes.

With a grin, he said “Strong!”

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Sitting in the flesh of a beast like no other, what were once bright teal eyes shone a dull green at the dark and moist ground of their second home.

As others like him- transparent and gone, free from the shackles of life yet chained to the horrors of death- floated around, the teen heard, more then felt, the slimy tentacle that wrapped around his arms.

The teen felt, more than heard, the beady eye that stared deep into his very soul.

A voice only he could hear echoed deep in his ears, in his brain, in his heart.

It was cold and vile, a sound no man nor women could ever escape from whilst remaining mentally sound.

“Morro…”

His own name, one he does not recall ever earning, sent shivers down his soul itself. He wished to rip the name, the title, out of his very being. So no person may ever corrupt the memory of what he once was.

“What do you wish to be, oh Child of the Wind?”

His eyes, shut to escape his new reality, peeled themselves open.

Dull green stared ahead, blank and empty at the horrors before his eyes.

“Powerful.”

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The field of green tickled his cheeks as he laid on his back, the sound of children running far away.

His eyes, a dull teal, stared lazily up at the bluish sky. He could see the shades of green mixed in in harmony, as expected from a realm of eternal peace. He felt ants climb over his hands, birds tweeting sweetly in the trees surrounding him. He felt hidden away, from everyone and everything.

But what you feel cannot always be a reality, and he mourned the quiet that was lost to the sounds of footsteps, leaves crushed under their feet as they made their way over to the teen who laid on the grass.

He huffed in amusement. Funny how this man was the one to destroy his quiet, he thought, as he heard the other swiftly sit on the grass next to where his own body lay, not a sound heard.

It was silent as they both stared at the clear blue sky, contemplative and nostalgic from who they once were.

Red eyes, tinged with shades of gold, turned to stare at the teen who laid next to him. He saw the other at peace, his eyes maybe dull, but gaining the small spark they once held yet again. With a smile, the old man turned his tired eyes back to the blue sky, letting the sounds of happy souls fill his ears fully.

For hours they lay in harmony, because no words had to be exchanged between two souls so similar to one another.

“Your life is your own now, dear child. What do you wish to become, after everything you have done?”

“…kind. I wish to be kind.”

[shesmore-shoebill]

"I had choice paralysis :(" is a KILLER line.

He's such a comedic powerhouse, I'm glad more people are getting exposed to him :'D

[spoopyium]

I don't know why but when he said he sampled the water of Qiaoying Village I just imagined him lapping it up on all fours when no one was looking so I doodled this up 💀💀

[roppiepop]

Who’s coming to the cookout?

[ultramarinaa]

John interacting with cats gives me life

[candyje11yfish]

[wip] shooting star frye!!! i Looove spacey stuff!!!!

[maelicgrn]

Self-indulgent showtime sketches

[hinamie]

sry i have chronic only draws megumi disorder the doctor said it's terminal :/

[vinestaff]

sighs. another guy in my brain i guess

[lesbianpikachu]

[wetslug]

ppl who r using poll results as a way to Prove Something about society or come to any conclusion.. i hope you are aware that tumblr users are one of the most biased population groups you could conceivably find. gob bless

[arty-cakes]

a quick Broken Vessel warmup

[roe-oo]

🌸 🚂☁️☁️☁️

[yeosin-n]

Can I hold shattered dreams face... He's so cute-

watch out he’s gonna you do a tickle !!!!

[tired-biscuit]

18+ MDNI, fem!reader

having this really specific — and kind of goofy — thought about getting a tiny rubber duck as like a joke gift for your boyfriend yuuji, and him making sure it’s turned around whenever you guys fuck in the shower.

you’re having a full blown make out session and the water is hot as it runs down you both — yes, you’re squeezed together that tightly. his pink hair is dripping wet, it sticks to his forehead, and his mouth has formed into this adorable ‘o’ shape as he pants and stammers and grunts from how good your touch feels as you stroke him.

he’s got one palm pressed against the tiles that you’re leaning against, the other one is cupping your pussy. his fingers lazily circle your clit as his tongue tangles with yours; the tips nudging your warm entrance every so often and gathering the sticky arousal there before it can be washed away by the water because he knows he won’t be able to push that fat cock of his into you otherwise when the time comes for it.

however, when that time does indeed come and you hint at getting slammed, yuuji is pulling back, his honey-coloured eyes suddenly open wide. he’s still breathing like he’s just ran a marathon instead of standing in the shower and his broad chest heaves up and down as he turns his head to the side in one sharp movement; right in the direction of the spot where you both keep your shampoo bottles.

“yuuji…? what’s wrong?” you ask, eyelids still heavy with lust. it makes your vision somewhat blurry.

“just a sec,” he rasps, searching amongst the bottles. “gotta make sure we don’t have an audience.”

“an audience?” you repeat.

“yep!” he says, popping the p. “i meant this little sucker right… here.”

after a little rummaging, he finds the thing he’s been looking for: a small rubber ducky that you’d gotten him months ago as a means to cheer him up after he’d had a particularly bad day.

you watch, brow quirked in quiet amusement, as he carefully flips it around then, making sure it remains in the same exact spot, but this time with its little beak turned towards the shower wall instead of you.

he treats it with such care, like it’s made out of gold instead of plain vinyl. knowing him, he probably does see it that way and it makes you huff a laugh.

he’s just so goddamn endearing, isn’t he?

seemingly pleased with his actions, yuuji swiftly focuses his attention back to you. he smiles that beaming lover boy grin that you feel weak in the knees for, and his hands are loving but firm as he grabs you by the hips, silently urging you to press your front against the tiles instead of your back.

“okay, your turn now.”

with how hard he is, something tells you he won’t treat you as gently as he did his present.

[luobenn]

Y̸̢͈͎̠̰̲͚̻̦̓̃̑̔̄͒ā̵̫̦̥́̐̾̈́A̶̩̞̘̥̐̐̀̏͛̚͜T̶̪̝͌̈͘Ë̶̳͕́̎M̴̡͈̗͕͖͚̋̀ m̷̧̡̖͚͔̣̔͆͐̀̉̈́͐i̶͇̝̞͂̎̀͜

(Look closely to find what is hidden in plain sight)

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