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[fala-alfredo-pasta]

Denim Matsu -- Otouto ver.

[einsatzzz]

OCtober Day 8: Dislikes - Minato & Yui (at each other)

Their rivalry towards becoming the 10th Generation boss' right-hand man ruined their close friendship. Now, they just mutually hate each other. Even if they both live in the Ninomiya Estate, Minato refused to go to the same school as Yui and chose to transfer to Kokuyo Middle School instead (even if it's situated outside of Namimori).

Despite Kurumi's occasional attempts at reconciling them, it looks like there's no mending for this relationship anytime soon.

[escapizm]

⚜️ ⚜️ ⚜️

[tokyo-ghoul-heritage-posts]

Heritage Post Suggestions Welcome!

Tokyo Ghoul may have a dead fandom these days, but I'd hate for the old posts to slowly become lost to the void.

I'm looking for a minimum of around 10k with exceptions for notable posts such as more obscure content or translations* from Ishida or the anime or posts that I find particularly funny (I'll admit I've been biased a few times).

*(For example, if anyone saved the fully translated episodes of the radio show, please send them my way).

Any artist who does not appreciate their old work being reblogged here is welcome to contact me and I will remove it.

[ladyseidr]

@florietiae asked: ❝  i might need your help with this spell.  / sam @ jess! witchy power couple, witchy power couple ! ❞

"Sure thing. Two witches are better than one." A breath slipped past her lips, the hint of a laugh. "Imagine if I'd said that in front of Dean a couple of years ago. Do you remember the look on his face when I told him my grandmother was basically a witch?" A bit like Jessica had grown another head and one might need to come off. Not funny in the moment, but certainly in retrospect.

One last grind of mortar and pestle left the cedar ground fine, and Jess rose from her seat. She carried it over with a smile. "Here. Could always use the protection, right? So," she reached out to take Sam's hand, "everything's in place and cleansed. Do you just need my energy, or is this about to get complicated?"

[spring-lxcked]

@florietiae asked: ❝ ❛ i know i shouldn’t be here but … i just needed to see you. ❜ from jules :((( ❞ ( forbidden love )

He had let her in without a question, the kids at school and the house silent, empty on his day off. She had caught him in a good mood—or, rather, a terrible but quiet mood. The type of mood that made her words burn a hole in his chest, an aching wound reopened but none of the anger that often accompanied that making itself know. ( He would be bitter later. For now, he could just savor her company. )

"I can't pretend I don't understand the sentiment," he murmured, chance taken to reach out and cup her cheek in his palm. His thumb slid across her skin, a formerly familiar touch that seemed so novel now. For one, long moment he simply drank in the sight of her. The love of his life, he had once thought. Still did, perhaps. "Should I put on the kettle?" He tucked her hair behind her ear, fingertips tracing down her jaw before finally falling away. "Tell me you'll at least stay long enough for tea."

[phoenixfiiire]

@lastflowerpetal from [x]

It wasn't so much that she was talking about a fictional train from a TV show that Joshua had never heard of. But Aerith was just going on - and on, and on, and on about it. It just-- it wore on him after awhile, and after too long he finally hit the point of snapping.

"Or you're gonna do what, Josh?"

"I'm-!" That was a fantastic question. Was he really about to throw hands with Aerith just because she was babbling on about a fictional train? No, that was not the appropriate way to handle this situation, and it wasn't what he wanted to do either.

He was spending the day with her. And all she was focused on was some dumb train and not him-

"I'm, I'm-!" A noise of frustration escaped him as Joshua sneered at Aerith before turning away. No, he really couldn't do anything, but he was more than fine making sure she was well aware of his irritation.

[engrm]

in the process of trying to get platinum on s/tellar blade because i love outfits and big ass monsters, so my sporadic replies will be coming in random spurts until i get that trophy.

[outtaluckawoo]

y'all seem to rlly like my wyatt playlist ?? this is the most attention i've gotten on any of my character playlists, so thank you!! i'm so happy people enjoy it! 💜

i'm also working on playlists for other characters but they're taking a bit longer :0 i tend to add songs as they come to me / as i discover them so it may be a while for the willa, zed, and addison playlists to be available. lmk if you have any suggestions or want other characters too! :)

[deus-ex-mona]

let’s play a game guys

[fala-alfredo-pasta]

This has probably been done already

[einsatzzz]

MAMAMASKO PO!!!! sabay sampal nang lata sa gate mo. ✨️🎄

With Undas (All Saints' Day) done, we truly are 100% going into Christmas season now hahahaha I also included @dreamieparadise's Momina for this! I really just want to see KanaRumi and MimiMomo in one picture, even if it's just a sketch 😆😆✨ The parallels are strong between these pairs, especially for Kana-Miruku and Kurumi-Momina 🥰🥰

English TL for people who don't know tagalog reading this hehe - "Namamasko po!" = This is a phrase that Filipinos (usually kids) say during Christmas to ask for gifts when visiting their neighbors/relatives/godparents' house. - "sabay sampal nang lata sa gate mo" = "simultaneously slaps a can onto your gate"

[ladyseidr]

@florietiae asked: ❝ i promise you, nothing will happen to him. / lucifer!sam @ jess! 👀 ❞

Unnerving was putting it lightly. Jess thought she was going to be sick, stomach lurching and the fingers not tightened around the blade of her knife twisted in her amulet. ( As if either could save her from Him. ) As if she had any idea how to face Lucifer himself when she could count the number of demons she had faced herself on one hand. She wasn't like Sam or Dean—she hadn't been raised into this, she was just an amateur on a warpath. And what was looking back at her somehow looked exactly like and nothing like her boyfriend. His face, but not in a way she recognized it.

"Bullshit." Because, really, Jess wasn't one to mince words and she doubted words alone would be the deciding factor in whether he decided to kill her or not. He either would, or he wouldn't. "'Nothing will happen to him?' You can't invade someone's body and say that, y-you bastard. He doesn't want. . . what you want. He's a good man." And she'd say it to the end of the earth, possibly quite literally at this point. "Just let it go. Let him go. I don't care what it takes." Weak and helpless, that was all she felt, wondering where the others were and knowing, regardless, that there was no easy solution to this. It took everything in her power to stop her hands shaking, to maintain some thin façade of strength. "Take me, it doesn't have to be him." She knew better, but said it anyhow. "You have to know it—I. . . I'd sell my soul for him. I will." Sell her soul to the devil at the miniscule chance Sam might get away. But, really, even she knew her soul wasn't worth Lucifer's fated vessel.

[spring-lxcked]

@nineliabilityrisk ( continued from here )

It should have come as little surprise, the interruption. William had been working at his desk for hours straight. From paperwork to sketching designs to reading over proposals ( and resisting doodling in the margins ), the work hadn't exactly been invigorating. Still, he made some attempt in vain to ignore the man draping himself over from behind him. He refused to give in to distraction too quickly.

"You're always bored. You need to be entertained at all times or you start misbehaving." The words were condescending, but the curl of his lips was lesser so. A joke, for the most part. The college comment only earned a snort. "Not more than a semester. I need my privacy." Well, that was one way of explaining it.

Still, his hand lifted, fingertips brushed across one of the arms atop his shoulders. William wasn't a man who typically withheld physical affection in his relationships. Ciarán was different, however. Too involved, too knowledgeable of William's many quirks. ( More likely to see through the persona. ) That alone usually made him falter. But not this time. This time he sighed, leaning back into the embrace as Ciarán rubbed against him.

Beaten at his own game.

"What could you possibly even want?" Both hands pressed over Ciarán's forearms—firm but gentle touch. Letting himself savor it for once. "Or have you even figured that out yet? I'm not going to stop working just to pet you." He was doing a damn good job of it already, though.

[zombeesknees]

#3 minutes into the movie and you deliver this   #talk about a statement of intent

Blade (1998) Directed by Stephen Norrington

[actuallyitsstar]

there's nothing like answering asks one month late am i right kids. i said am i right kids. am i righ