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[silkjade]

i spent my free time today re-reading soulmate but with a jadetham lens this time 🕵🏻‍♀️ and needless to say — i am now extremely….unwell !

[edenfire]

💗🏥 Shuake Week- Day 6 - Wound Tending 🏥💗

I've always really liked the idea of goro waking up after the engine room with a bullet wound in the chest. he miraculously survives, and akira has to take him in and tend to him, while hiding him from shido's men😳💦

(also yes, goro is wearing akira's pj pants😌💞)

[botanikos]

🎀

I tried looking through my prompts tag, but I don't think I can figure out what this means! I'm sorry, friend! What am I missing? It's a very pretty bow, though!

[silversoulstardust]

oh thank you so much for this comment ily 🥺 please treat yourself to that little cry and some wine, hopefully you'll feel better afterwards 💕

Missing scene from the ending of episode 10 Buddy Daddies.

(Mind the spoilers!)

word counts: 465 words

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When Kazuki and Rei got home from the handoff, the sight of Miri’s traces around the house was too painful to look at — her soft toys all over living room, her favorite sippy cup on the kitchen counter, crayons and drawings on the floor, a little blanket for when she fell asleep on the couch, haphazardly thrown over the armrest. It was a reminder of what they couldn’t have, of what they were incapable of doing. With head hung low, gaze not meeting Rei’s he said, “I’m gonna head straight to bed.” 

There was none of his usual rituals of putting the house together late at night. The only time he could tidy up after Miri was tucked in bed, because cleaning around her was impossible and mornings were reserved for making elaborate breakfasts. He couldn’t do it. Kazuki couldn’t bear looking at Miri’s belongings right now, or having to think of what to do with the rest of her stuff now that she was no longer here, no longer the first person he would greet in the morning as he made them their favorite french toasts, Miri more of a morning person than Rei ever was. 

This whole year felt like one massive fever dream.

A sudden dip on the mattress took Kazuki out of the trance, lost in thought for however long it had been as he stared at the ceiling with tears pooling at the corner of his eyes, on the verge of falling. With eyes already acclimatized to the darkness of the room, Rei appeared in his line of vision, lying on his side close enough for Kazuki to feel his body heat.

“Kazuki,” he muttered quietly. “Come here.”

That was all it took for Kazuki to unleash himself upon Rei. He slotted himself in Rei’s arms, which on rare occasions were open and inviting. Kazuki buried his face on the crook of his neck, clutching tight around his chest, before a breathless wail rippled through him, muffled by Rei’s shirt in his mouth. Tears burst out of his eyes and streamed down his face as he breathed through clenched teeth, fighting the pain that was ripping his heart into tiny little shreds. Life was simply too cruel. It took Kazuki’s child away from him not once, but twice.

Rei’s arms came around Kazuki’s neck and shaking shoulders, pulling him close into an embrace. A choked sob escaped Rei as he buried his face in the thick of Kazuki’s hair, as he bunched a fist of Kazuki’s shirt in his hand, the scratch from his nails accidentally digging into Kazuki’s skin was nowhere near as painful as whatever that was eating him alive from the inside.

Who would have thought, one little girl was all it took to break two ruthless hitmen?

[xoteajays]

Listening to music as always rn, so - what songs are you vibing with right now? Any artists you adore? - 🖤

if you asked my spotify, it’d tell you i’ve been listening to like 90% maisie peters and stray kids for months ahsjdkl

some artists that i’ve recently been getting into are voilà, yonaka, one ok rock, bad omens, sleep token, ethel cain. as for songs, i’ve been running ‘good luck, babe’ by chappell roan, ‘by the time that you’re reading this’ by yonaka, and ‘open the door’ by longestsoloever on repeat for days.

[theladyfae]

don't think i'm up to doing any more pieces for a while, so here's an old wip i could never perfect </3

(click for better quality, do not repost)

[paintedlies]

@shrlxcked​:  " on your knees. "

       Whole  body  abuzz  with  excitement,  it  was  not  the  first  time  Sherlock  took  charge  like  that  (  and  hopefully  not  the  last  ),  yet  it  was  always  so  exhilarating  that  Molly  didn’t  even  bother  to  put  up  a  fight.  Not  even  the  fun,  sexy  kind  of  a  fight.  Lower  lip  rolled  back  into  her  mouth,  she  bites  down  on  it,  hiding  her  excited  smile  as  she  lowers  herself  onto  her  knees.  Her  eyes  never  break  contact  with  his,  chin  tilted  up,  loose  hair  cascading  down  her  back.  “ Like  this? ”  An  innocent  question  falls  from  her  lips,  and  Molly  has  to  fight  the  urge  to  grab  at  the  fly  of  his  pants  straight  away  and  take  charge  for  herself.  She  doubts  he’d  object,  but  she  really  wants  to  enjoy  and  appreciate  his  command.  

[battlexworned]

With a job like this, breaks were almost non-existent. Ironhide understood why and he never complained. His role is not restricted to the security of one polity, instead- it was expanded on the entire planet. He’s supposed to make sure that everything goes smoothly in any operation that involves his expertise. Today was no different. It was only to inspect the workplace and its effectiveness. Because of the lack of issues on this building, the inspection did not take that long, and Ironhide was free from leaving whenever he wanted. However, something else caught his attention. A white and pink femme, wandering around the halls with no purpose. It’s as if she was behaving like those undead monsters humans always use in some of their stories… zombies– yep, that's the word to describe this femme’s status. A zombie. Concern immediately rang his consciousness.

It takes one to know one: This bot wasn’t recharging properly, as a consequence their frame will feel heavy, difficult to maneuver and their senses will be jeopardized. He wouldn’t be surprised if she passes out then and there. Of course, Ironhide isn't sure if she’s experiencing all these symptoms right now, however the first one is a clear detail anyone can see. Ironhide had to check and see if she was alright. 

One the halls he walked, moving towards the distracted femme at a calm pace. He only stopped when he was at a fair distance, and hummed in thought of what to say. Well– no matter the words he chooses, it will still be odd how some stranger is approaching her like it’s nothing. However, it’s not odd for Ironhide to check on anyone who is speculated to be hurt, on this field, everyone needs to be in top shape. Believe it or not, breaks are worth it.

And that's when he asked, soon after her reactions met his glance. The typical expression of surprise at the sight of him, something he’s used to. The femme only murmured a whisper and looked away once more. Ironhide managed to hear it, so he’ll work that as an answer to maintain the conversation. 

“ No shame ‘bout it, I’ve been through the same thing. “ A pause, as one of his servos slowly lifted and extended, offering the exhausted femme some help. She clearly wasn't at her best, staying here any longer will result in a dire consequence. “ Look, bein’ here won’t do ya any favors… how ‘bout ya take some fresh air? “ His main plan is to at least guide her somewhere safe, all she needs is some cool energon to keep her depleted energy at bay. No need for unnecessary talk or anything, just actions.

“ You look exhausted. “

(( * me? Finally having the courage to send? Nahhhh

𝙉𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙚

My muse has been having the same nightmare for weeks now and it’s taking it’s toll. Send me “You look exhausted.” for my muse’s response.

She shouldn't be at work. She knows this. Its her mandated day off. And yet, she finds herself wandering the hall's of the building of her main workplace. She fits in well due to her almost constant presence due to her ties to the chancellor, and is thus easily ignored by anyone she runs into.

So when she finds herself staring out of one of the windows in an empty hall, staring at the city below, she clearly wasn't expecting to be called out on her state. She jump's in surprise at the words, and whirls around (although slightly slower then usual) to glare at the stranger, to tell them to mind their own business, only to be surprised a second time, her previously annoyed expression melting away to make way for awed confusion. "Ironhide" Its all that leaves her mouth at first, a whirlwind of emotions fighting in her head. Surprise, at his general presence and the fact she didn't hear him approach, Exhaustion so heavy it claws at her seams and weights down her every step. But most of all, Confusion. She knew of Ironhide of course. Fellow Autobot, now head of security, a force to be reckoned with, or so she heard. But the two of them had never interacted directly before in her memory, and for him to call her out of all the bots she knew-

"I look that bad huh?" She laughs, but its quiet, and more aimed at herself then anything, quick to glance back out of the window, unsure if she could handle looking the mech in the optics and holding a conversation at the same time.

[buffskeleton]

this dude who Always talks like he's teaching you about something was like 'yeah i keep up to date with obscure films you guys should hear about this one called parasite' and i was like bro. it's like one of the most talked about movies of the year if you pay attention to anything outside blockbusters

[exotic-wolves]

Istg I love Brian’s voice especially in this one. He should definitely voice over for an audiobook!!

[nightslain]

They fight against the hands constraining them, eyes wide and panicked searching the crowd 'til finding a familiar face. And though they do not call out to him directly, there is a plea of desperation etched unto their face: horror at what may pass as they were drawn to erected wood. ❝Please—I'm not a witch!❞ Voice is hoarse, sobs perhaps falling unto a crowd of deaf ears. All except one. ❝I am as loyal to God as any of you! Please—!❞

@empyream 

                  And one familiar face today perhaps is plenty. The brewing of people to a scene quite so ugly is enough to turn the Belmont’s stomach to begin with (a cold reminder to blinder days, blood on his hands, death that never should have been.) To see the one these people drag to be burnt for some blood-hungry God that never was--a moment’s dread pelts through his veins like lightning, catches fire in every nerves and is sure he needs no more to shoulder his way through the gawking masses on his way to his poor friend’s side. “Stop this.” His voice turns cold in his pale throat, a flash of steel to sunder the rabble around them each as he puts himself in the way of these nameless few and the wood waiting at his back. The whip doesn’t howl in such sorely human company, however monstrous they are--Leon clings fast to its hilt nonetheless as his gauntleted arm cuts between his companion and the men dragging them forth.

                   “They have done nothing to wrong your people or tread upon your beliefs, but you would have them burn for ignorance’s sake, even so?” He bolsters his efforts, pressing them back from their advances with a growl carrying the weight of his every word. “You would show yourself to your God as mindless, frightened savages? All that is preached here today is the defilement of his wishes, not the serving of them. What you do is the ugly work of fearing men, not Saviours.” 

                    By comparison to the evil he’s warred with before, taking ah’Jhyen back from mere men is easy; perhaps their surprise makes them dull, soft, though between push and shove and well placed strikes from elbow or fist, it takes so little violence to free his friend from their struggling hands. Once crowded under the Belmont’s arm, he pulls them fast in retreat away from their aggressors with a promise seething under his breath--the whip unfurls, cracks hard upon the empty air, loud as thunder and daring any fool watching to chance their luck with so much as a step. “You will not touch them. They are no witch, and not a one of you are  children of any God but one of your own wretched making. And that God will not save you--they will not reward you for your cruelty.”

[achcs]

iseul: i can fit my whole world in my hands ! hosung: that’s impossi — iseul: [ cups hosung’s face ] hosung: [ blushes ] i have a reputation.

( look, i did a thing @etastra ! )

[mx-autumn]

Nvm its deffo gotten better

[gustavnyquist]

so anyways, go sweden!! 🇸🇪🇸🇪

[fmdtaeyongarchive]

taeyong’s instagram story: 11/21

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[xoteajays]

What show?

if this is irt my last post, alice in borderland. it’s always aib with me ahsjdkl