#I yap alot

[keewu]

hello mutual. in front of you is king and gowther. now tell me how u feel about them as a ship

I LOVE Helbram x King, I feel it deep in my souls man. But King x Gowther mmmmh, I approve. It's a cute ship. I don't feel alot for Kiane to begin with, so I'd say Helbram x king first then we get Gowther x King. But after Helbram is dead I ship it. Cause I feel like they fit together well, they have that friends to enemies to lovers kinda thing after Gowthers memories comes back.

[angelic-daiquiri]

🎀 I love my account 🎀

very cutesy, very modest, very demure 🎀🤭🥰

[lifenconcepts]

God* appears to me through the sun rays peeking out through clouds or trees. An energy speaking to me in a cryptic manner that instills me with more than curiousity but also sheer wonder and glee.

*And by ‘god’ I mean the word for the collective spider web/net that enties all living and natural creations with a divine and holy strength that is rightfully shared amongst every individual and plant we share the earth and universe with, a power so strong that if collectively brought together for one goal can lead to incredible success and yet as it is spread out allows for a neutral world based on the secondary magic that is electricity. Now people are too focused on the logical aspect of the world rather than tapping into the infinitely complex world they have access to. ofcourse, given how not all things are inherently equal (give, an ant vs a flowerbud for example) their powers deviate accordingly, and yet, the balance they bring allows them to coexist and merge both energies to become something greater than either of them individually. Both hood a strength and able to manipulate reality as we know it, although due to their size, in a very very small way. So small we wouldn’t notice.

people, on the other hand, hold so much they can’t even grasp all of it. Yet it’s beautiful to see them try to. Know that all you are and can be and will be is undefined and chaos in small doses can lead to more good than you expect. Tap into it and you can talk with the divine, and recognise all the connections (from the grass you walk on, trees you see, people you talk to) and you’ll begin to notice a very hidden pattern that is quite logical if you so wish it to be. Don’t guilt yourself over inescapable things, the universe/the divine web/god litterally does not care if you accidentally squished an ant or picked a leaf from a plant, same with eating natural foods, as long as you didn’t have malicious intention towards anything at all, then it’s all good. Accidentally broke a pot? It’s alright. Accidentally snapped a twig? It’s alright! Eating some lettuce? That’s wonderful! Threw a rock at a window of someone’s home you know still lives there? Bad. Broke a window of a place you know is abandoned and know that prolly nobody even cares for it? That’s fine! Picked a flower for your lovely favourite person? adorable. Picked a plant from the ground because you saw a bug on it? Shame on you. Affect any living creature, inanimate (plant) or moving, no matter if it’s directly or even just in thought, and face the consequence.

even objects at time deserve love and respect!! AHSOKBXKDBKABKXBKX

[sometimesmaybespoof]

New pfp who this?

[kenchann]

🎃⚡🎃 + bits of yuri (ﾉω〃) yeah

[liauditore]

Equally Invalid

[alicornze7]

I have a very ridiculous speculation

what if the reason she still talks back to jax after all his torment a habit she adapted from working in service jobs-?

she could be on the verge of tears but still has to put up with people’s crap and be on the receiving end of their frustrations/tantrums

She’s usually depicted as a pushover (that’s most likely true from what we’ve seen so far) but I think there are more complex layers of trauma and personality beneath that simply “shy” exterior

One can only take so much bs from people before they snap

that’s it that’s the post

[stimpry]

outing myself as a flamingo viewer </3 worst punishment probably

original

[pairingbrainrot]

!!!!!

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[syaolaurant]

Just some random sketches ...

Her morning stretch 🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️

Violette struggled during her first flight, plus she doesn't like wearing trousers at all...

The hug 👀 (not st official just for poses study haha, and I've just notice I have never drawn them kissing or hugging before 😅)

[pup-pee]

kyle keychain design

[pja-party]

Have you ever have a moment like when the music hits that feeling so hard that you go like this?

Or this

[y-unrei]

tag a few moots or followers and add a picture of an idol that reminds you of them !

@y-vna @sugarish @flaireur

@n-americano @awwriri / @aeraras @floriseu

@purinkiss / @hourlyhoon @sxgarhan @fairytopea

@tzulipss @wonjuii / @loien @nikist-2-n

[vind3miat0r]

Geordi come home the kids miss you :(

[vinnyandthephenomena]

i like to think of jam as such a “would you love me in another universe” type of relationship. or what could’ve been? that’s what feels so tragic to me. like - jay could’ve been the only other somewhat close relationship tim had in his life other than brian. or if they had met under different circumstances, would it have been healthier? or even how jay felt? he said it himself he wasn’t exactly doing anything pre-mh. hmm. he felt less alone; but i can only wonder how else it could’ve gone if they were close in another scenario. or ; if they could’ve met in a less depressing part of their lives. they are like a book with the last pages ripped out!

[luminique]

i had like the worst thought of my life which was that lighter actually lost a lot during his early days in the fighting rings. we know him now as the undefeated champion but i don’t think it was easy earning that title.

a no name, an underdog, a good for nothing leader, a coward. he was handicapped due to his injury, an easy opponent to take down and throw around was what they saw him as. to pay back the debts, he needed to win. without winning, that meant no money. the longer he had no money, the higher the interest rate would go up.

it was a lot for a young man who had so much ripped away from him in a blink of an eye. the flickering light was the only thing that helped him see the practice target in front of him. a dingy alleyway, a spare med kit that he brought with him after leaving that place he once called home. now only a building that housed memories, a meeting place for him and the ghosts of his companions.

his knuckles were bruised, his nails leaving crescents in the palm of his hand. practice in the day time, fight during the night, an hour of sleep if he was lucky. you don’t improve over night, you don’t rest until you’re sure of yourself. his losses had outweighed his wins, evident from the ever-growing bruises on his body. yet he didn’t stop, he refused to stop. and so did his rise to the top, continuing to win, as if he were playing dominoes. one opponent after another, one fight to the next, an unstoppable momentum to rack up the money and the bets in his favor.

“it’s just a title. nothing much to it. it sounds pretty cool though.” he shrugged off when a fan had asked him about it. people don’t need to know his past, who he was before the sons of calydon, before the ‘undefeated champion’. the man behind the sunglasses and the red scarf was once also a losing dog, but new tricks, a bone and an opportunity came right at him. the scarf acting as not only a reminder for others but for himself too and what he has now sworn to fight for.