#Kith Set

[dokjaism]

Nami & Robin for @taohs

happy belated birthday aki ( ˘ ³˘(◡‿◡˶)

[loversandantiheroes]

Hodari looking you straight in the eyes and saying "I ain't much of a talker, but I'll try for you" and then proceeding to tell you that he wishes time would just slow down because he could spend every second of every day with you and it wouldn't be enough. Like sir. You romantic bastard. You just know Hassian is watching from the fields sobbing, surrounded by confused sernuk like:

[blorbologist]

Percy & Keyleth: 81

81. Arthas, My Son (Cinematic Intro) by Neal Acree and Jason Hayes

By Percival’s estimate, Keyleth is roughly five hours into Plant Growth when she asks, “Do you think we’re doing them proud?” 

“Well - the Ravenites are proud, but I don’t think they would necessarily be proud of us. Pleased, though? Yes.”

Her sigh is aimed such that it kicks hair out of her face. Efficient. “No, not that - you remember Westruun, right?” Of course he does - Percy nods. “I’ve just - you know - been thinking, because I have a lot of time to think while doing this. And that whole legacy thing kept coming to mind, and I mean -” 

Keyleth inhales sharply. All the plants inhale with her, new growth green leaning towards her as though she is the sun. Reflexively, Percy sucks in a breath too as she says, “Would our parents be proud of us?” 

That breath gets stuck in him. Caught on a rib. “Keyleth, of course your mother would be proud of you.” (There is a reflex to add so proud, but it feels like an echo his weakly beating heart can’t share.)

“I haven’t completed my Aramente, though. And - I guess, I don’t know. So much of what I have done I’ve only done with all your help.”

He gestures to the craggy land around them. In the hours since Vorugal’s death a swift thaw, more dramatic than any spring, has taken the mountains: snow beads with meltwater and sweats rivulets that tear through the white expanse. Beneath lies dry grass and soil so thick with roots even this moisture does not turn it to mud - and as he watches those roots sprout, that grass tremble upright.

“None of us would have thought to give them this,” Percy says. “None of us could have - that’s all thanks to you. You, Keyleth.” Giving it more thought, he adds, “We would probably be up to no good without you. Though maybe there would be less collective jail time.”

She laughs with a little shrug - not quite the gangly gesture he has grown used to. “Thanks, Percy. And sorry to be all, I don’t know, mopey after we killed a dragon again. It’s just… hard, with - you know. Her.” 

Yes. Raishan.

“The staff is probably quite heavy too.” Percival points out lightly. Keyleth reflexively holds the Spire of Conflux straighter - its last wielder had been another Ashari leader, after all. Softly: “I’m sure you will handle it just fine - and your people, too.”

“Thank you,” Keyleth repeats. “And - for what it’s worth - I’m sure all those de Rolos of ages past are proud of you, too. Bringing Whitestone back from the brink and all.” 

… He would beg to disagree. It still feels like he somehow let it fall in the first place - and failed it further by skipping out on statecraft to run around playing hero. By getting himself killed.

“You know what, Keyleth? They would be.”

Usually. Usually he would beg to disagree. But not right now, as buds sprout around his mud-damp boots.

(By Percival’s estimate, it’s been roughly two hours since he kissed Vex’ahlia, so perhaps his perspective is a bit skewed. His parents always had a tender spot for young love.)

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[scrollonso]

Magnetic — Lawhan

pspspsps @ellearts

Jack never thought yearning could feel this intense, let alone directed at someone he’d been friends with for years. This was Liam, after all.

Liam Lawson, his closest friend on the track, his fiercest — favourite — competitor. They'd grown up racing side by side, knowing each other’s moves almost as well as their own, sharing stories of victories and defeats. Jack had always looked up to him, admired the way Liam raced with such confidence, as if the whole world was nothing but open road, his to conquer. But somewhere along the way, something had changed. That admiration had turned into something deeper, something that tugged at Jack every time he saw Liam’s familiar smile or heard his laugh ring out in the garage.

Jack found himself watching Liam more and more, captivated by the easy way he carried himself, the way he leaned into his teammates with that same grin that had once been Jack’s to share. Racing alongside him had once been enough, but now, watching Liam soar through challenges, standing out among everyone in the VCARB paddock, left Jack feeling hollow. His gaze lingered, too often and too long, trailing after Liam as he moved through the crowd, every laugh, every smile lighting up something in Jack’s chest that felt both thrilling and painful.

And the ache — God, it was impossible to ignore. Watching Liam laugh with others was like a punch to the gut, every casual joke or fleeting touch sparking something sharp and possessive inside Jack. He wanted to be the one making Liam laugh, the one who knew him better than anyone else. But that role was slipping away, and he couldn’t stand it.

One evening, the two were sitting in the Alpine garage after a long day of practice. Liam was scrolling through his phone, laughing at a message from someone on his team, oblivious to Jack's quiet stare. Jack could barely focus, his mind swirling with thoughts he couldn’t quite voice. The silence stretched on until he couldn’t take it anymore.

"Liam," Jack said, his voice a bit rougher than he intended. Liam looked up, still smiling, but Jack couldn’t match it. "D’you ever think about…what we’d be like on the same team again? You know, spending more time together?"

Liam shrugged, his expression casual. "Yeah, sometimes," he said. "But, hey, you’re doing amazing with Alpine. You’re gonna make headlines before you know it." He nudged Jack playfully, but Jack barely felt it — he barely felt anything besides want when it came to Liam nowadays.

"Right," Jack muttered, glancing away. He tried to summon a smile, but it felt strained. "I just miss it, I guess — when it was just us, you know? Feels like we barely have time these days."

Liam laughed, the sound light and carefree. "C’mon, Jack, it’s not like I’m going anywhere! Besides, you could always hang with the vcarb guys if you’re that lonely." He grinned, but Jack’s chest tightened.

"Maybe I don’t want to hang with the vcarb guys," Jack replied, more bluntly than he meant. Liam’s smile faltered, a hint of surprise flickering in his eyes.

"Then what do you want, Jack?" he asked, voice softening, as if he could sense there was more to it. Jack’s heart thudded, panic rising as he realized just how close he was to admitting everything.

"I… I don’t know," Jack stammered, forcing a laugh that sounded hollow. "Forget it. It’s stupid."

But Liam didn’t look away, his gaze steady, questioning. "You sure about that?" he asked, and for a moment, Jack swore he saw something else there — an invitation, a spark that made him want to say everything.

But Jack only nodded, swallowing the words that threatened to spill out. "Yeah," he whispered, looking down. "It’s nothing."

The realization settled in gradually — Jack wanted more than friendship, more than the shared laughs and camaraderie they’d had for years. It was a slow, quiet ache that grew every time he saw Liam, lurking beneath his every smile, every laugh, every word. It was impossible to shake off, coming alive whenever Jack caught Liam chatting animatedly with his teammates, or throwing effortless grins to rival drivers in the paddock. But as bad as that longing felt, it was nothing compared to the jealousy that flared up when Liam was with his own team.

The vcarb team was tight-knit, practically family, with inside jokes and unspoken bonds that Jack felt he could never understand. They celebrated the small things — like one point or making it to Q2 — together, rallied around Liam and Yuki, Jack couldn't help but feel like an outsider looking in, even with his own success at Alpine. They had something Jack wanted — a closeness with Liam that went beyond the race and the track. He'd see them congratulate him after every race, hands on his shoulders, laughter and cheers surrounding him. It cut Jack deeper than he wanted to admit, this constant reminder that Liam belonged somewhere he couldn’t reach, no matter how much he tried to hide the ache.

Race days were the worst. Watching Liam out there, pushing himself, his eyes blazing with focus and determination — Jack knew that feeling well, but this was different. His heart twisted as he watched Liam celebrate with his team, every cheer, every pat on the back a reminder of his own isolation. Whether Liam won or lost didn’t matter; his team celebrated him anyway, lifting him up, and Jack stood there alone, forced to bury his feelings beneath a layer of polite applause and tight smiles. He should have been happy for him — really, of course he was — but there was an undeniable urge to be the one beside him, sharing those highs, claiming even a small piece of Liam’s world as his own. Claiming a small piece of Liam as his own.

Jack wanted to be the one Liam looked for after every race, someone he’d come to with that lopsided grin, laughing or venting or sharing a quiet moment, win or lose. Instead, all he got were fleeting glances and polite messages, the kind you’d exchange with any friend in the paddock. Jack knew he had no right to feel this way — Liam was his own person, and Jack’s feelings were his problem. But knowing that didn’t make the ache go away.

One evening after a particularly grueling race — though, aren't they all grueling? — Jack found Liam alone in the garage, resting against a stack of tires, looking out at the darkening track. There was a quiet calm in the air, and Jack knew he couldn’t let this moment slip by, not without saying something.

"Hey, Li,” Jack called softly. Liam glanced over, eyebrows raised in surprise, but then his face lit up with that easy smile that made Jack’s heart skip a beat.

“Hey! Wild race, right?” Liam chuckled, the excitement still lingering in his voice. But Jack couldn’t bring himself to join in; instead, he swallowed and took a breath, feeling the weight of his feelings pressing down harder than ever.

“Yeah… crazy,” Jack muttered, his gaze dropping to the floor. He hesitated, his heart pounding, but finally, he looked back up, locking onto Liam’s curious gaze. “Sometimes I… I wish things were different.”

Liam’s smile faded as he tilted his head, brows knitting together. “Different how?”

Jack’s mouth went dry. He hadn’t planned on saying this, but he felt like he couldn’t hold back any longer. “I just… I see you with your team, and you’re all so close, like a family. And I…” His voice wavered, but Liam stayed silent, watching him intently. “I want to be closer, Liam. To you. Not just as a friend, but… more than that.”

The air between them grew thick with the weight of Jack’s admission. Liam’s eyes widened in surprise, and Jack could feel his pulse hammering, wondering if he’d gone too far. But Liam didn’t pull away — instead, he seemed to be searching Jack’s face, taking in the vulnerability there.

“Jack…” Liam’s voice was barely above a whisper, tinged with uncertainty. “I had no idea.”

Jack tried to force a casual smile, as if he hadn’t just laid himself bare, but the ache in his chest was almost unbearable. “It’s okay, really. You don’t have to say anything. I just… I needed you to know. Because watching from a distance… it’s been harder than I thought it’d be.”

Liam didn’t answer right away, just kept looking at Jack, his expression softening. After a long pause, he reached out, placing a hand gently on Jack’s shoulder. “You mean more to me than just a friend, Jack,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. And then, almost as if testing the waters, Liam leaned forward, his breath warm against Jack’s skin.

Jack’s heart stuttered, and before he could second-guess himself, he closed the gap, his lips pressing softly to Liam’s. It was tentative, a brush of warmth that held every ounce of his longing, every unspoken word he hadn’t dared to say.

For a heartbeat, Liam seemed frozen, but then he responded, his hand sliding up to cup Jack’s face, deepening the kiss with a sweetness that sent a shiver down Jack’s spine. In that moment, the world around them melted away — all the noise, the crowds, the endless races — none of it mattered. It was just them, finally stepping beyond the unspoken, finally giving in to everything they’d both been holding back.

When they finally pulled back, breathless, Liam’s hand lingered against Jack’s cheek, his eyes soft and a little dazed. “Maybe… we don’t have to watch from a distance anymore.”

Jack’s lips curved into a smile, hope lighting up in his chest as he tightened his grip on Liam’s hand. “I’d like that.”

[zylphiacrowley]

leggies. :3

[sparring-spirals]

Went through my kith and kin tag after that last post and once again lying on my floor thinking about. vex snarling at vax about his judgement being swayed by a pretty face-

(another person vax is brave enough to love, even if its dangerous. looking for the good and the kindness and the humanity among the darkness, trying to bring it forward, let vex experience it, even when it can leave him bleeding)-

and vax snarling at vex about her judgement being swayed by her desperation to be accepted-

(another time vex sees a way to secure safety and security and approval, which is safety and security, in a different form. for her, her and vax and trinket and everything she loves, safe in one place, where they can belong, they can stay)-

and. oogh.

Holding these twins in my hands. squishing them like playdough. one of them fights desperately to find the kindness and good and light even when its a fools errand. leaves himself open and hurt for a little bit of light. if it keeps vex safe, happier. one of them counting and calculating and running and cruel because the world demands it. keeps the counter going and going and does the hard things if it keeps vax whole, and okay. one close range and one long.

they'll hurt each other if it keeps the other whole. they'll gladly get hurt if it keeps the other safe. the world is harsh, and they are surviving. what the fuck. theyre such a fucked up pair. they love each other so much.

[lunetual]

introducing BOYNEXTDOOR🚪❣️

[uhhhhmanda]

being Canadian I grew up with KITH! I watched it starting far too young probably, I was like 4 or 5— scott thompson was my gay awakening in that I learned that gay people were a thing for the first time so young lmao and I’ve never looked back 🤣♥️

I LOVE KIDS IN THE HALL SOOOOOO MUUUUUUUUCH!!!! I saw them live a few years back in Seattle. One of my closest friends had her first crush on Bruce. SCOTT THOMPSON IS ONE OF THE FUNNIEST PEOPLE EVER TO LIVE. I love the whole cast so much it's disgusting. 🥰

[ungraceds]

*/   𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧   𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫   for   m   /   f / nb   .

“   you   don't   like   seeing   us   together   ?   close   your   eyes   .   ”

[freshthoughts2020]

[eeunwoo]

hiiiii dropping in to say vanner’s hyesung wore a cat loverboy hat today <333 (nd am also sending u kisses !!)

OH MY GOODNESS thank you thank you!!!!

[luvxiem]

i had such an awful day today but luca is so cute on stream rn lol

[batvillainz]

I do really like wanderhome as a game but I hesitate to try and run it for my freinds just because like. Woof that's a lot of stuff to keep track of

[ask-steven-stevenson]

hands you 801$ in a fireproof briefcase

it’s all in ones

<3

“I… fine. If you so DESPERATELY want to know. It’s an easy question. It’s like a simple switch of the hand set. If that makes sense.”

{Steven seemed to simply fix his tie with his tail wrapped around his leg in embarrassment. He even cleared his throat even though he has a voice box}

[arcanaaa]

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[rosesradio]

what if i wanted like a holiday fling what then 🧍