#[hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn]

[killuaisaprincess]

knick-knack

“S-Stupid! Do you know how much one costs on eBay?!”

“I’m sorry, I’ll do everything in my power to make it up to you, princess.”

E-Eh?

Everything from the tip of Killua’s ears to the bridge of his nose goes a cute shade of pink, and he stares with wide eyes.

Zushi is equally stunned.

“G-Gon, you’re so bold…”

Zushi whispers enviously.

Killua plays with a strand of hair, shyly, mumbling cutely.

“Y-You better mean that…”

Gon smiles and brings his lips down to kiss Killua’s knuckles.

“I do mean it.”

[wyvernsrus]

There was a spider in my bed

On me

I thought it was something else and went to move it and I felt it fucking bolt and I hopped up in the dark and was brushing EVERHTHING turned on the light and found it IN MY BED

Big shout out to my dad who came and killed it for me it was NOT a small spider it was like medium sized and now I am partly worried about MORE SPIDERS I don't even know where this one came from aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

[weatherwltcharchive]

a kiss shared between enemies during combat . ( me requesting a druhawk kiss in this setting >:)) )

your honor, they’re all i think about. / @a11sunday

In my dreams, I stay, she whispered so many nights ago against his lips, but I cannot, as he pulled her close with his aching tenderness buried beneath curtness and silent gazes. It wasn’t a matter of cruelty, the finality after a night of desperate entanglement inside the hallowed walls of his bedroom, but an eventuality. She had a captain, and a crew -- a life -- before him. It was a life debt, and she never properly mourned their fallen friends, the family she'd sailed with for ten years.

The world is a vast ocean of possibility -- yet, it can never let her escape the consequences of her actions for long. Mihawk finds her walking away from a farmer's market with her haul, carefully calculated in blocking her escape with his tall frame, Yoru on his back like an executioner's blade... until it isn't any longer.

Yoru glints in the light of the afternoon, just inches from her person.

All of her leonine instincts abandon her as she meets his eyes.

“Cilla,” he says, and it reminds her of the times he murmured it against her breasts, between her legs, like she was an unexpected treasure and he was finally allowing himself to be human for the gift of it. For someone who’s made a habit of being able to read him, she can’t tell if, despite the name, it means any affection is left between them. The reality of the thought tugs at the knot in her stomach.

“You always show up when I’m about to get away with something.” He is still a Warlord and she, now, has a greater bounty on her head for what she did in breaking Isabela out. “I will not fight you. Please, Mihawk," she’s reminded of her plea during the war as the words pass her lips: what right she had then doesn't exist now. She isn’t Cilla anymore, but a job, a quarry, to bring in. He’ll do it too.

She raises her blades with the intent of fighting her way out.

It's a deadly duet of ringing steel and scuffing boots; their breath mingling hard and fast in what little space comes between them, blades never quite catching the other. Their dance brings them together after a step, one of her swords meeting Yoru. His eyes watch her like the bird of his epithet, heat and sorrow flourishing within her. If she were a smarter woman, she would drop her swords and take his face between her hands, smoothing her thumbs over the sharp lines of his beard as she apologized.

He crowds in closer, knocking a knee between her legs while she gets pushed back against the cobblestone wall behind her. She leans in, drawn like a tempted woman, a woman who wants one last taste of the good she had, and he meets her the rest of the way -- his lips bruising, hers longing, both in each and both different, because his touch alights every nerve in her in a way that makes her sing.

Her expression must say what she cannot because he takes hold of her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. Mihawk’s thumb brushes against her lower lip, contradictory to the roughness of his prior touch. "Don't run from me," he says quietly.

[oathofkaslana]

#WHY THE FUCK WAS IT HIS AFFILIATION I FUCKING HATE MHY#BC IF ITS JUST BC OF HIS ETHNICITY IM PISSED

i have to put this here this isnt a knock on the joke it is funny it just also makes me mad that mhy did this bc his place of affiliation was always listed as the temple of silence and ok listen.

i understand its probably like that bc of hermanubis but with his literal wardrobe we were all expecting him to have even more relevance to sumeru's lore and thus yk. know more about the temple of silence bc why teh fuck is he in religious wardrobe

AND THE FUCKING REVEAL THAT HIS WARDROBE HAS LIKE. NOTHING TO DO W THE TEMPLE OF SILENCE FUCKING KILLS ME BC IT FEELS INCREDIBLY EASY TO READ HIS AFFILIATION AS W THE TEMPLE OF SILENCE PURELY BC THATS WHERE HE WAS BORN EVEN THOUGH FOR LITERALLY THE MAJORITY OF THE TIME WE KNOW HIM HE'S BEEN INVOLVED W THE AKADEMIYA WHICH, WITH MIHOYO, FEELS SO INSIDIOUS?

it also makes me feel like how elysian realm chapter 1!elysia fans felt. i feel like they had a really cool concept and just decided to go with a different concept instead.

people joke about how cyno's attire isn't even lore relevant now bc of what we learn from his sq but its like THATS BAD GUYS 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[vaporvipermedia]

Having AU braunrot rn HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN i wanna rewrite and redraw Ungaikyo!Kei. I can make him better. I can fix him-💥

[shirubiaowo]

Just wanna say I was watching stream and live blogging while I was taking a shower, then after I got out of the shower and headed to my room with my towel

My mom said “I’m gonna hit you with this brush so hard it breaks”

She then proceeded to throw the brush at me

The brush hit my thumb with such force and in a certain way that made it bleed

So yea... that was my one cool story during this stream

But the stream was pretty cool doe

[villainanders]

just remembered umbrella academy is coming out in a couple days

[xhanisai]

Like what if Marinette/Ladybug is oblivious to it all and doesn't realise that he's latched onto her?

Maybe, during patrol, Ladybug's shoulders feel very heavy and she looks super tired. Chat Noir is about to offer a massage, only to see Chat Blanc for a split second (his arms wrapped tight around Ladybug's shoulders, the rest of his body sort of floating behind him, glaring straight into Chat Noir's eyes). And then in an instant, he disappears...

I know I'm already sort of writing a fic loosely based on this idea (that I haven't updated since 2020 shhhh I know) but the remnants of Chat Blanc from the other timeline being Marinette/Ladybug's guardian angel would be soooooo lit!!!!

Like a cursed ghost that's latched onto her and then sometimes you see glimpses of his bright, insane-looking blue eyes or see his reflection in the mirror behind her!!!!

As if he's the one who will protect her from everything, even if it means fighting her timeline's Adrien/Chat Noir

:)

[redshcdes-archived]

me logging on after weeks solely cus i saw Pi reply to one of our threads-

[ankhlesbian]

Im so mad abt junpei constantly and by mad i mean crying

[rabble-dabble]

thats pretty nice

[doctordiscord123]

THAT ENDING WAS WORSE THAN THE FIRST CLIFFHANGER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[rebiirthday-archived]

x

[clownsuu]

I love to much your art <3

[marshmellowtea]

i'm freaking out so bad right now

more or less accidentally on purpose put myself into a triggered headspace but like it's fine

[seokjins]

seeing hoseok dance makes me want to dance