#ane kin

[sorcerer-edits]

bisexual rin and yukio okumura icons (blue exorcist) to kick off pride month.

happy pride month to everyone! 🎉

[spitinsideme]

Any thoughts on the new trailer?

going to beso honest like righr now, lime COMELTY honest righr now, i actually do not care for tadc lime .. at all .. it is not a show id usually watch and when it does come out i will probably not watch ir unless im feing like watching ragapom moments i guess ? it juat isnr sowmthing i actually care aboit .. so sorry to you all i am actually not a tadc fan 💔 heartbreaking im sure, i juat am a daily distrubutor for ragapom art

ive heard about it rhoifh from posts ? the like princesss of sweets or soemthig, she seems pretty i guess ?? sowmrhing aboit pomni beong jelaous for ragatba and the sweets princess, old woman yuri idonrknkw my sources are from gay artists but looks good o guess 👍 im sure it will be fun !

[marsbotz]

TAG GAME tagged by @vhvrs TEEHEE

put your 4 favourite characters from 4 pieces of media as options and let your tumblr pals decide which one best suits your vibe, then tag 4 people

using characters currently circulating in my brain rather than favs cus i cantttt pick LOL

tagginggggggg. @baorisa-hieroglyphica @drzone ANDDDD well anyone who wantts to. I FORGET

[companionwolf]

deadball was fun but now that awful creeping sense of loss and grief is here.

ig i got too sappy about the deadball league being mine and. remembered before. haha. (that's pained. not mirth.)

they would hate me calling them mine, but. it's how i feel. same as the troops in my x2 canon; i was responsible for you, in some way, and I love(d) you so much.

[psyce]

is kinning getting mainstream i feel sick what is this. not mxmtoon…….

[puphoods]

my lineless hair art era. TW OLD ART ‼️‼️‼️

[the-muppet-joker]

NONONONONONONONO! HE DOES NOT HAVE A HORSE BODY FUCKING STOP IT! YOU DON'T INOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING! PHOTO EDITING IS AN ART FORM, NOT A CHANCE TO PLAY GOD. YOU CANNOT DO SHIT LIKE THIS TO ME MY MIND IS ALREADY FAR DARKER A PLACE THAN YOU COULD EVER IMAGINE. DARKER THAN A BLACK HOLE SUCKING AWAY ALL LIFE AND LIGHT AND CONSUMING THE UNIVERSE. TAKE HIS HEAD OFF OF THE HORSE.

Please take this in the constructive tone it was intended.

lmao

[bogbees]

Iruka and Kakashi are secretly married and have each other listed as their next of kin

Kakashi gets amnesia and they go to contact his next of kin and kinda go insane seeing Iruka-sensei listed there. Sakura has to double check. she pulls up Iruka's file and find's Kakashi's name there. She's confused bc if they'd gotten together they'd have mentioned it right???

So Iruka shows up like "hello? how is Kakashi?" ans Sakura kinda gets winded by the sudden informality but she explains that Kakashi got amnesia

Iruka goes to see him and Kakashi instantly zeroes in on his arrival, high alert, only for him to remember himself and try to appear nonchalant even tho he's keeping his eyes trained on Iruka with interest

"Who's this, Sakura-chan?" he asks, weirdly bashfull somehow

"Iruka-sensei, he was on your file..."

"eh?" a teacher?

"I'm your husband, Kakashi," Iruka tells him so softly, so warmly

Sakura does not freak out hearing this.

Kakashi's face turns beet red and he tries to deny that, waving his hands frantically, "there's no way I'm married, this must be a prank, right Sakura-chan?"

Iruka laughs, killing Kakashi instantly, "why do you think that's untrue?" thinking it's to do with trauma and his standoffish behaviour.

Kakashi is like "you're too pretty and nice to have married me."

which kills Iruka instantly. Sakura is struggling so hard not to start screaming.

Iruka pulls out his dog tag, and shows him the engraving on it, "may i see yours?"

Kakashi thinks the design looks familiar, and gives him his. Iruka aligns them so that the engravings line up perfectly, revealing the Hatake clan symbol, "you did this after the village was attacked once; after you saved my life. you had wanted to promise me that you'd always be there for me, but the only thing that came to mind was this."

Kakashi can believe that. But he also finds it insane how he'd do something possessive like this. Don't people leave? Why try to keep this man like this... but then he looks back up to see Iruka smile at him and ok. yeah.

"This isn't how i proposed is it?" he feels somewhat shameful of the idea

Iruka laughs, holding a fist to his mouth to quiet himself, "no, no, this was more of a... ah, making ourselves exclusive. an item, a pair."

the relief he feels is monumental, "then how did i propose?"

Iruka's face reddens as he looks away, out the window, and scratches he cheek along the edge of his scar, "ah, you'd gotten me a comb."

Kakashi nods, traditional method, but all he can really imagine himself doing is brushing the man's hair and well. teasing him with touch. Iruka doesn't meet his eyes and his face gets redder. ah. he had done that too.

"well," Kakashi decides he'd be happy to fall in love with this man all over again, "will you take me home sensei?"

[gojos-thot-patrol]

I'm thinking of Soft!Sukuna again. This time in fall weather.

Sukuna, who while he may not understand your obsession with fall, he finds it too precious to question.

He notices how happy the falling leaves make you and how much you value them, so when he finds a particularly cool one, he brings it to you.

Carving pumpkins is such a fucking odd ritual, but anytime he gets to play with knives he's happy. Though, he is a little offended when you tell him his is "too scary" to put on the porch.

He loves watching scary movies with you. Not because he particularly gives a shit about human cinema, especially not this cinema. But he's entranced by the effect theses movies have on you.

He's not paying attention to the blood and gore on screen, he's paying attention to the way you hide your face in his side, flinching away from all of the "scary" parts.

The way you trust him to protect you from all of the monsters of the world- dispite the fact that he is one of them. It makes him melt every time, knowing just how much faith you put in him.

He holds you close, rubbing your back comfortingly as he promises you "don't worry Darling. I've got you." And he's never ment anything more in his life.

Hes been quick to snap and snarl and quite literally every other being in the world. Every being except you. He's as docile as a baby bunny in your touch.

Even when he's on the verge of a full murderous melt down, all it takes is an ounce of your attention to being him back to earth.

It's an ability you have to use frequently when shopping. He fucking hates people, ans whoever designed Wal-Mart is a sociopath that could rival him. But, right before he gives in to his violent tendencies, you're there. Asking him to smell this pumpkin spice candle, or feel this throw blanket that you're thinking of getting.

Do you even know what you're doing?

He absolutely does not understand the ritual of giving treats to random ass children dressed as monsters. It just doesn't compute in his brain.

He is agahst when you tell him you will be partaking in this ritual by escorting your little cousins around while they participate in the candy collecting ritual.

But, he tags along if for no other reason than to protect you and your kin. After all, this little brats make you happy, and who knows what creeps would be using tonight to take advantage of people? Still, he's not keen on spending all night with a kid who just learned how to run off, and a kid who still needs a stroller.

That is until he sees you with them. How sweet you are, how good you are at wrangling them in, how well they listen to you. You were made for this.

And now all he can think about is your family together. How precious you would look holding a baby he gave you. He had never wanted to be a father before, but something about you makes him feel scarily domestic.

The candy you get to take home at the end of the night is just a major bonus, considering stroller child doesn't have any teeth yet.

As the two of you sit in your couch, eating candy while you hide in his chest from the poltergeist, your new candle steadily burning away in the background, it finally hits him. He's safe.

He doesn't have to fight and kill for what he deserves anymore. He doesn't have to constantly sleep with one eye open. He's finally reached a place where he can just relax with the love of his life.

He knows you find safety in him, but he wonders if you know just how much safety he finds in you.

[becuten]

Some NPCs from dnd campaign im in.

(i completely don't know how to write their names in english so some of them may sound off)

Bodaat (or Bobby how he prefer to be called in disguise) - God of knowledge, music and lore in general. He is the one who responsible for bards having magical powers ans because of that he is a sort of Vivi's deity (love this funny guy).

Arsil - one of the higher ranking guild members. She usually oversees younger members how they are holding and so they won't do anything wrong.

Kin - also one of the higher ranking guild members. She is directly responsible for adventurers in my party (including Vivi) and sometimes distributes quests for us. Also it's hard to tell from the drawing but she's actually a halfling with some elf blood in her, so she has little pointy ears.

And some close-ups on their faces (really like how first two turned out)

[wife]

in honour of vent closing id like to shout out the friend i made on vent. who was super passionate about communication and Positive Vibes and never being cruel they literally talked about it nonstop that it was so important to them. they got really attached to me immediately knowing nothing about me and kept being like "omg this character would be the perfect kin for you" and it was a character they shipped their kin with every time. we lived in the same city so we hung out irl & went to their place where i cleaned their bedroom for them while they stood around. they had never changed their sheets since moving in, or vaccummed, and had empty mcdonalds bags everywhere. they didnt have any other sheets even so we made plans to go out to buy sheets for them next time and i'd put them on their bed. they did a tarot reading for me that was Nothing i remember it being unexciting idk.

anyway after this we still talked + they wanted to stay at my place for a night bc their housemates were throwing a party and i was like. Ok sure. but during all this i was not having a lot of fun using vent i felt it was bad for my mh so i made a post on vent saying i was going to stop using it bc i felt i hadnt rly made friends n it made me miserable. so my friend - who i hung out with irl and had multiple future plans with - apparently took this super personally, chose not to communicate w me despite all their raving abt it, and blocked me on everything without even saying anything. except discord so i replied to them on discord unknowingly and they were like "um i blocked u everywhere bc your post upset me" so i just went Oh. Ok. and left it bc i don't wanna be friends with someone like that.

and the icing on the cake is they met someone new at the end of our friendship ans got rly super attached immediately & started giving them kindate kinassignments, which this person actually said yes to... and as soon as my friend blocked me this person decided to . Steal my name and start using it ??????

[sorcerer-edits]

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shiemi moriyama (blue exorcist) stimboard!

[recolourrhys]

• please don't tag as kin/me/ID/etc • do not repost, edit, or use •

I've never read an xmen comic in my life and only seen a handful of xmen-related movies, ans only watched the cartoons randomly if they happened to be on as a kid

That said, I've always thought he was Neat!

[pedge-stuff]

God I just thought about an idea for pedro and reader, reading your last post...

They are in a relationship and live together. The reader is also an actress. She asks pedro to practice her lines with her. In the play, she is having a really long line, breaking up with the person ans leaving them... pedro can't continue... at night in bed they are cuddling and pedro talks about how he hated the feeling or the thought of the reader ever leaving

(changed this slightly, hope that is OK...)

bad acting (pedro pascal x gn/m!reader)

a/n: same vague universe as “marked,“ per usual.

thanks, as always, for everything.

(also I did that thing where I didn't save this on drafts fast enough and the whole fucking thing deleted so you could say im LIVID sorry if this rewrite felt rushed.)

summary: things get a little... too real.

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"You can't laugh."

"I'm not gonna laugh!"

Pedro hands you his iPad, script loaded on the screen. "I'm serious," you warn him, "you had to stop last time, the acting was so bad."

"Just read the sides, baby."

You know he isn't nervous about the audition— if he was, he sure as shit wouldn't be practicing with you. Those rehearsals are reserved for his coach, or someone who can actually talk him through the scene. This was just a formality, a quick read-through for some anthological TV show about people in failing marriages. Season 2 of Oscar's old Amazon thing. With the audition being on Zoom tomorrow, the whole process feels fairly relaxed.

"Should I read it in a lady voice? Will that set the scene?"

"Please don't."

"Scottish accent?"

"Babe."

"Hmm." You clear your throat loudly, for dramatic effect. Across the room, feet propped on the desk, Pedro rolls his eyes. He's got his cheaters on, but no script— the audition's supposed to be off-book. "From the first page?"

"You're stalling."

"Ugh. Ok. Here we go." Leaning forward, you scroll to the highlighted text on the iPad. "Stop, David. You don't know what you're talking about."

Pedro's posture straightens; ever the professional, it's like watching a switch flip. The humored lines beside his eyes, little crows feet that crinkle when he looks at you, disappear completely. His brow furrows, gaze darkens.

"Of course I do, dammit. I'm done with this, all of this. It's like living in a mausoleum, Emma. I'd rather. Do you remember what love even feels like? Because I look at you, and I just... don't, anymore."

"You don't mean that."

"I do! I'm so tired of this. Life with you is joyless. Every day, I come home from work and just sit in the goddamn driveway because I don't want to come in the house. It's hard to be in the same room as you. I can't bring her back, Emma, and I miss her and I'm sorry she's dead. But it isn't my fucking fault and I wish you'd stop pretending it was."

His voice cracks, just a little. You frown as he grabs the glass of water beside him, pausing to wait, but he motions for you to continue.

"That's cruel," you read, "and you know it. That's not fair."

"None of this is fair!" Pedro exclaims. "That's the whole point. It's not fair that our daughter is dead while the girl who was driving got to walk away clean. Life isn't fucking fair. But it's life. And you've sucked all the light out of mine. I can't stand you, anymore, I'm sorry. I just can't. It's not that we can't make it work, it's that I don't want to make it work. If I never see you again, it'll be too soon. Jesus christ, I hate every part of this."

"Are you done? Have you gotten it all off your chest?"

"Don't placate me! This isn't one of your stupid therapy sessions, Emma, you can't fix this with a breathing worksheet and a roleplaying exercise. Be fucking serious. Every day I wake up and I wish I'd never met you. At least then, she wouldn't be dead, because she'd never have existed. And maybe I'd known some goddamn peace."

The page ends there, and you glance up. Pedro has his head in his hands, eyes closed.

"That was good," you offer tentatively, searching for some kind of sign as to what his next move is. He's gracious about work stuff, but you're always a little afraid of mucking up his process.

When he looks up, his eyes are glossy. "Yeah," Pedro says, croakily, clearing his throat quietly before rising from the chair. He takes the iPad back, wordlessly, shuttering the case over the screen.

"Wanna do it again? You were spot-on, Pedge, but we can go over it again if you want to."

"No," he says quickly. "No, I'm good. I'm fine. It's on Zoom, it'll be easy. I'm fine."

Weird. Just a little. Before you can dwell on his sudden cageyness, he's up, headed for the door.

"I'm gonna walk the dogs. We can catch up on Bake-Off, when I get back?"

Pedro leaves before you can answer.

— — — 

No sooner have the leashes been hung back by the door, than Pedro is beside you on the couch, all hands and light touches. It's as if he can't bear to lost contact. You allow him to reposition you, reaching a hand around your waist as you reach for the remote.

"Good walk?"

He hums, tugging you against him. Settles, finally, once you're half-reclined, back against his chest, arm around your middle. You fiddle with the edge of his sleeve as the bakers fumble their way through the signature challenge.

It's not that the clinginess bothers you— he's like this sometimes, when he's just returned home, or you've arrived in LA, or met somewhere in the middle. Every separation leaves him want for touch. It's the one thing you can't give him, while you're apart.

But he's been home a couple weeks now, in between reshoots for a new project. Been home all day, in fact, in an orbit around you while you attempted to work from home. (A little too close, frankly, but you can't really complain.)

"You okay?" You whisper, as the timer runs down on the technical bake.

No answer. Just a tightened grip on your waist, and a firm kiss to the top of your head.

— — — 

It isn't until later, in bed and half-asleep, that you pinpoint the source of the tension.

You'd have thought he was already asleep, save for the soft carding of his fingers through the baby hairs at the nape of your neck. Deep, even breaths tickle your forehead; he's curled around you, arm draped over your back. Had positioned himself this way silently, looking a little silly brooding in his Muppet-patterned pj pants.

"We're never reading lines again," Pedro whispers into the darkness.

"Was the acting that bad?"

Your attempt for levity falls flat. He is quiet, long enough for you roll backwards slightly, to get a better look at his face. A deep-set frown has taken root.

"No, it..." He tugs you closer again, tucking your head beneath his chin. If he weren't so sad, you'd call uncle for claustrophobia; your nose is squished into his jugular. But you lay still, waiting for him to continue.

"It felt too real," Pedro concedes. He inhales sharply, and you can feel it against your own chest.

The kiss you press to the hollow of his throat, doesn't feel good enough. You wiggle, tilting your head to press one against his toothpaste-tasting lips. Whiskers tickle the corner of your mouth.

"Baby, I know you were... pretending." A thin line between placating him and treading on his professionalism. "If our pretend daughter died in a car crash, I know you wouldn't divorce me for being too sad."

"It's not funny." With a groan, he kisses you again, resting his forehead against yours. "I hated saying that stuff to you. Felt too real."

The bone-crushing spooning is making a little more sense, now.

"I love you, but you're a sap."

"Hmph."

You smile into the next kiss. "A very sweet sap, though."

[meanbossart]

i feel compelled to ask more about izzantar now since i’m a little obsessed with every character you’ve created in A Novel Experience. would you mind going a bit in depth on him as well? what is that little freaks Deal? (affectionate)

I mean what IZZY'T his deal, am I right.

I gotta be a little vaguer with him because his story ties more closely to the main plot in ANE, but the good news is that the very next chapter and a few more after that center around him, and I'm VERY excited to get into those!

What I CAN tell you is that he's a 32 year old drow, he's lived his whole life in a military academy for males and serves as little more than an expendable soldier/errand boy. He's never met his parents in person but they keep close tabs on him through his superiors. He did grow up with his older brother though, at least until killing him about a year prior to the events in the story.

He has a facial twitch that pops up when he's frustrated/nervous that he's made fun of for endlessly by his colleagues. While he does have a couple of "friends" in this academy (or at least as friendly as drow get with each other) he ultimately prefers the company of the slaves since those have less reason or means to harm him - he isn't their Friend, mind you, he just feels more at ease around them than his kin. Also he has a hobgoblin on the inside that hooks him up with recreational drugs every once in a while LOL

While he isn't considered particularly skilled in either magic or combat in comparison to his peers, Izzy gets by because he Tries very hard to please authority and will take pretty much any job thrown at him. He's also favored by a couple of matrons for both his appearance and passivity and has "fathered" dozens of children he's never met by this point.

His hair has a little waviness to it that his family isn't fond of, so they order him to keep it very short.

He likes finicky things - picks up instruments and languages very easily and enjoys doing the upkeep on his clothes, armor and jewelry. He values his appearance a whole lot since it's gotten him so much leniency.

Lastly, I tried doing a in-character BG3 run with him once. It didn't last very long because I realized he wouldn't want to ally with anybody. Sweetie, you're a BARD.

[hxhhasmysoul]

Okay so I have read this other translations where sukuna said kenjaku sealed his finger in yuji making him cg player by birth and to strengthen his body as host so yuuji carries a part of sukuna's soul . If you want panel I can send you.

What you said about reincarnations is right and gege also pretty much followed the similar route.

The hair thing yuji has might be because of assimilation of sukuna's finger in him coz body=soul and this kind of make me want to consider yuji as similar to cursed corpse... And we still haven't seen jin hair color and wasuke was old .

Another thing I was reminded by your ans was, it was always said maki chose HR and rejected jujutsu first by maki then sukuna implying she did it out of her own volition but when could this have happened, now sukuna's eating his brother in womb statement reminds me of a phenomenon in certain religion where they say babies retains memories and when in womb but forgets after their birth . I am saying this coz both maki and sukuna are twins so they might be conscious enough to do things while in womb.

Not to forget womb / pregnancy itself is a significant theme in jjk and of course womb realm...

Lol I am babbling at this point coz I am happy that yuuji is not twin and not even biologically related as I wanted him to be..

Your ask and this reply by @cursedvibes got me to reread what Sukuna says. His words may be mistranslated, the official translation isn't out yet and I don't have the raws, but he could kinda hung up on his first murder.

The hair thing was a joke, you're absolutely right that we don't know if Jin's hair is peach, I hope it is :D

As to the finger the translation vary whether the finger sealing and the culling games player things are connected.

But the womb thing.

I kinda think it's funny how Sukuna talks about his twin in some of the translation and I'm curious what it looks like in the original. He talks about consuming part of himself, but then the translation says "our soul" and "his soul". If he really use some for of "we" and a third person pronoun (gendered or not), it's really interesting.

He kinda bounces between acknowledging his twin as a separate being and talking about the twin like something that belonged to Sukuna. I also don't think he's ever before justified a murder he committed. He uses the circumstances as a justification, he puts blame on his/their mother.

He first says he rejected the fate of being a twin and it sounds like: I did it for power. As if he knee back then that being a twin in the jujutsu world sucks. So maybe he was actually conscious in the womb, he had memories, memories of jujutsu. Of course he might be rationalising here something the regularly occurs with twins, aka one absorbing the other without any conscious decision being involved.

But then he talks about self-preservation. He never says he killed his twin, he absorbed part of himself which also kinda sounds like a justification. If he sees the twin as part of himself, if it's "their" soul, he saved them both by consuming the twin. If he didn't eat his twin, all parts of him would've died. He and his twin.

He also seems to see Yuuji as a separate being from himself. A vessel made for him, for sure, someone related to him, but not like with his twin, not like a part of himself. Yuuji has inherited things from Sukuna's twin and Sukuna acknowledges it, but I can't imagine him thinking that he and Yuuji have the same soul.

He also doesn't seem mad that his twin's soul lead a separate life from him. And he doesn't seem to see it as his own life. It's also interesting how all his disgust and annoyance is at Kenjaku, he never questions that his twin had kids with Kenjaku. He never considers that his twin might hold a grudge against him, regardless whether it was how the twin felt or not. Is it him being selfish? Emotionally inept? Protecting himself from the thought that his twin might hate him? Thus from the thought that he'd done wrong by him?

It kinda makes me think he's got a lot of feelings related to the twin and to what happened between them in womb, consciously or not, and he's just refusing to feel these feelings XD