#v: perf

[fyexo]

250403 Mnet M!Countdown | KAI - Adult Swim

[iwamotos]

(✰) snow man - 'tapestry' @ snow man 1st dome tour: 'i do me'

[presidential--suite]

[breezypunk]

more amazing photos of my baby boy from @togepies! I love how you dressed him, he looks so freaking good.

[mayoinomori]

@shadowtemplc - ganon + robin - from this

The trees didn’t whisper here. They watched. Their branches tangled like limbs frozen mid-scream, bark split open to weep sap the color of old blood. What little wind stirred seemed to breathe wrong—too cold, too aware. And ahead, half-swallowed by moss and shadow, the Forest Temple rose like a wound that refused to scab over. It wasn’t a ruin. Ruins die gently, fall soft into earth and memory. This place had been taken, its bones gnawed hollow and then worn like a mask.

She had stepped inside and the air thickened around her, old and sour and alive. Not with breath, but with a presence that twisted behind her teeth, oily and bitter. The architecture was still beautiful in places—arched stone doorways, sacred geometry etched into columns—but the beauty was bitter, like perfume on a corpse. Vines clung to the walls in patterns too deliberate, pulsing faintly under her fingertips. Something in them remembered sunlight and now hungered in its absence.

And the silence—gods, the silence—was wrong. It wasn’t stillness. It was waiting. Watching. She caught the echo of laughter, thin as spider silk, brushing past her ear without sound or source. Her eyes narrowed. That wasn’t the forest’s voice. It was someone else’s. Someone who had buried their hands deep in the roots and turned everything inside out.

Ganondorf’s corruption didn’t howl here. It didn’t roar. It breathed, slow and patient, coiled in the corners of the temple like it belonged.

Robin’s skin prickled. Something inside her, something older than her blood, pulled taut beneath her ribs.

This place was no longer a temple. It was a mouth. And it was waiting to swallow her whole.

"What do you want?" She knew his name, in some ancient place, deep within her soul. A great beast, a god, who did not belong here.

[habibisagi]

guys so a couple of days ago my backpack decided to RANDOMLY RIP OPEN !!! while i was walking around campus !!! AND MY FUCKING LAPTOP FELL OUT AND SHATTERED 😭 and tweaked to death shortly after basically ............. so i have been grieving cuz ive had that surface for like 4+ years,,,, 😭 HOWEVER ! ! ! todayyyy GUESS WHO BOUGHT A NEW (GAMING) LAPTOP WITH SUPER SEXY SPECS LIKE WICKED GOOD IT'LL LAST ME FOR YEARS AND RUN SO GOOD WITH MY GAMES + UNI WORK STUFF . 🥹 FUUUUCK im gonna be straight jorking it at uni with my elden sekiro etc >.>

[brokenmagxc]

@drachnslayer called: pleaase? i promise it'll be fun. ( please, please, please prompts. )

fun is a loose term, subjective, and the mere mention of it runs a deep shiver down his spine that screams of danger. a stern warning: run. for this bad idea will chew him up and spit him out like tobacco, until he is a thick sludge slicked onto the bottom of a passing boot. he frowns, slight and concerned, feeling the weight of unknowns rustle uncertainty into the wrinkles of his forehead. but pretty blue eyes and dangerously pearly teeth gnaw at him. siegfried bats his lashes and arthur groans. the dirt rolls, brown eyes hiding behind a pinched brow, because the slayer is awful and he cannot deny this man anything, it seems ( or at least he complains as if it is so, to himself of course, knowing that he is gullible and stupid and surely this is a bad idea, right ?? he should scold the warrior for even suggesting it, and yet, the part of him that craves to see his companion smile slowly wins his desires over. the slayer lets that selfish need to draw closer seep into his bones until he is sighing and returning his sight to eager and youthful features ).

“... fine. ” it is a huff. deep voice rumbles with reluctance from the chasm of his chest. he will die anyway, right ?? what is one more reckless day. besides, arthur knows that he is not oft rewarded much fun in his life. he could at least give siegfried a chance to show him what this ‘ fun ’ entails.

“ just this once. but, i swear, if anything goes wrong, i'm holding you responsible. ”

[ofconnectedsouls]

it seemed like there wasn't ever any time for them to get together anymore. with school and being in different houses, it made it hard for either one of them to really get the chance to see each other. she missed him -- it was the easiest and simplest thing to explain. being friends with him for so long, it was strange not being able to see him every day -- either one of them too busy with classes and the friends that they were making. she assumed he was making friends -- she couldn't see why not.

lily had grown concerned when she noticed that he was late. he never really was the type to be late, at least not since she’d known him. if any either one of them were late, it was usually her. petunia usually had some microaggressive thing to say to her whenever she would leave, whether it was for hogwarts or to see any of her friends there was always a comment about how much of a freak her sister thought she was — which would almost always turn into an argument. it was exhausting, really. having to fight to prove she belonged home, and at school. she was so tired of trying to prove herself. she didn’t have to around severus — so no matter what she was going to make sure this day happened.

it wasn’t often she found herself in his home, she could count the times on one hand even adding this time. they usually picked a spot to meet, and she never gave any thought to it. not even as she moves through his home, attempting to strike up a conversation with his mother as she walked through the dark and dreary home — her bright auburn curls a stark contrast of the dark home. it was different than her own home — with curtains that were rarely closed and that was almost always a little too warm and inviting. she didn’t care, though. she never had. it was the home of someone who was extremely important to her. a friend. her best friend, really. one of the few people who had little to no expectations of her.

it started with a gentle nudge and a muttering of his name, watching him as he stirred from whatever dream he’d been having. he looked peaceful — so the selfless part of her didn’t want to wake him. she couldn’t help but smile and let out a soft laugh when he mumbled her name. “it’s time to wake up, sleepy head,” a tease with a smile, before her eyebrows shot up at how suddenly he stood. emerald hues flicked over him for a moment, perched on the edge of his bed as he stood. she tipped her head back to look up at him properly, and she shrugged. “late enough that i made it to the spot before you did.” another tease because it really didn’t matter. he was okay, and physically seeing him okay was enough. there was a pause as she stood, shoving her hands into the pockets of her coat. “take your time. i just wanted to make sure you were okay, sev.” there was a pause as green eyes flick over him again before having to tip her head back slightly to look up at him. “you are okay, right? if you’re not feeling well, we can reschedule for another day.”

@obsidianwarden x

[fyexo]

250423 KAI(카이) 'Wait On Me' (4K) | STUDIO CHOOM ORIGINAL

[iwamotos]

(240209) snow man - 'love trigger' @ music station

[yuukimiyas]

gooood mornie & happy friyay!! ( ∩˃ ᵕ ˂∩ )♡ i got up EARLY!! i did the DISHES!! i took out the TRASH!! im on a ROLL THIS MORNIE!! *｡٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و*｡lets make today the v best ever!!

[wisteriander]

interior chinatown is sooooooooo fun

[aelyosos]

i reinstalled bg3 & accidentally kinda made ocean 🫣

[mute-call]

{CONT.} || @babydxhl

It's not a revolutionary statement; of course she's dangerous, she's a well-established criminal, after all. But that's not exactly what Steven means. He gets the sense that people underestimate her even now, and that despite getting overshadowed by Gotham's more colorful characters, she has more influence and more potential than most people give her credit for.

He's not from Gotham, but everyone knows that this is where the magic happens. ...in a very, very loose sense of the word. Afton Robotics is looking to expand, but the same rogues that make Gotham such an intriguing new territory also make any attempt to "muscle in" on the lucrative realms of manufacturing, tech, and experimentation particularly dangerous. If the company has any hope of succeeding, it will need a point of contact here.

...a contact just like Ms. Dahl, who's powerful enough to be of use, but not so well-established that she wouldn't have anything to gain from a newfound alliance. Hopefully.

"Just an observation. But I'm not wrong, am I? You're the real deal! So I want to make sure I give you, uh, you know, the proper respect. So... before I make any sort of pitch, I wanted to ask you what you'd want out of a--a partnership. What does someone like you need that you don't have yet?"

[fell-down-the-well]

..Replying from Here..

. 「 @arrachnes 」

She always had, had the knack to see things for what they actually were. Mostly. She was still young as yet, so, her knack was far from perfected. But she could see it where it counted. And she saw it clearly with the spider hanyou. Her gingerbread-colored eyes pierced through him seeing it all splayed out like a buffet, and it was made even more clear to her with his defensive response to her observation.

The girl pursed her lips a bit as he fought with his answer, and turned down slightly when he gave it.

❝Not at this moment -no, but had you stopped lying earlier--yes. I do believe it would have changed quite a bit. Perhaps you wouldn't be so alone as you are now, grasping for a sense of completeness, of happiness that'll never come now. Instead, presently you are simply the Shikon no Tama's puppet...And I don't think that is what you wanted.❞

Unrelenting, she cut right through his BS, to the meat of it. His attempt to change the subject derailing as she brought his response right back in on the fact that he'd been lying, and what that lie had apparently cost him. And this was without even bothering to mention what had initially made him into what he was.