#di dar

[fayewongfuzao]

Di Dar: A perfect collision of European, Chinese, and Hong Kong music

(SOURCE: 千千闋歌與我常在)

[lorax-devito]

GUYS

I WAS EXPLAINING BYLER TO MY FRIEND (he’s gay and his first language isn’t English so I’m so proud of how amazing his English has gotten but anyways) AND HE WAS LIKE

Him:Wait so…the skinny boy

Me:mike

him:yeah Mike

Him:he is dating the pretty girl with powers?

Me:yeah

Him:but he loves the sad boy

My other friend:Sad boy*wheezes*

him:he is really pretty but sad😔and he is an artist boy,Mike likes the paintings bc he’s fruity

Me:yeah he is rlly fruity *all giggle*

Him:so he will kiss sad boy in season 5

Me:yeah

Him:…man whore

[3amdistress]

quien no quiere funcionar contigo, no funciona, asi que no te culpes, no hiciste nada malo, te protegiste del chico que amas y que tiene todo el control sobre ti. no le escribas. recuerda, te ignoro y quien tuvo que hacer que dejara de ignorarte? otro mensaje mio sobre al que habia enviado hacia horas… cuantos dias se va a dejar en ignorado a si mismo? apuesto a que lo esta disfrutando, no tener que hablarme. bien por el. tal vez de aqui a que me hable ya me habre hecho cargo de mis sentimientos por el. fin…

[purple--queen]

Reasons why i dont see Dar-Benn as a Villian.

A) She just wanted to save her Home

B) she just wanted to save the people on her planet

C) she is cute

[thelightattheendofthistunnel]

ho finalmente finito la terza stagione di the bear ed è ora che io metta definitivamente una pietra tombale sui sydcarmy e che non mi faccia più illusioni

[victorxaxvale]

mí mamá me felicitó por el día del maestro 🥺🫶

[laststandx3]

*sobbing* daryl dixon is so bad. it feels like it was written by coping every other zombie story but without a drop of creativity. is so boring, so predictable, the characters are so boring. ep 1 dixon arrivies at the nun place, doesn't want to take the *mysteriously special* kid with him. why will he change his mind? but sure the nuns get all killed by a sort of militia that decided the nuns were responsible for the murder of one guy. of course it's the nuns! ep 2 the group has dinner with some kids. there's the most predictable oxigen tanks drop and explosion and then they keep on walking. there was a woman that hid a 7 months pregnancy to her sister, even tho they lived together, and you can't hide a 7th month belly. magical kid has the same origin story as the kid from the last of us. identical + the nuns. who are the people i would trust the most in case of a medical emergency. i mean we all know how nuns these days study anatomy and medicine.

now poor adnag that so far has been given the blandest generic douche boyfriend character!! he was really there trying to pull a face cupping that would make a marine sergeant blush and betray his country, all the while saying 'lets leave your sister on the road while we run'. what person in the world can think this line can work. lets abandon your pregnant sister on the road during a zombie apocalypse. this is just stupid. who would agree? who wrote this line and thought it was a plausible conversation? they just needed to make this scene believable, like pregnant sister is starting to have contractions in the car and then he panics and wants to leave her behind and non-preg sister leaves him. and it makes more human sense like uugh. who can ask a person to leave their sibling during the apocalypse? but this is the level of character depth we have in this show. this is the level of writing we have to witness.

and why everyone has to speak english even when they're between them? even when dixon isn't around. if you don't want them to speak french then don't set the story in france. if you want them to speak english all the time then never make them speak french from the begin and we can just pretend they're speaking the language of the audience. let them speak french!

[mantisgodsdomain]

for the ask game, ca you do the first question for kina?

Not many people talk about her so I don't really have a idea beyond just her sprite

(for this ask game)

Yes, we can! This leans on personal HCs a bit, so we will note - we are not 100% canon compliant. More specifically, we add claws back onto mantids and we tend to have bug size differences be slightly more pronounced rather than having everyone be People Sized. We'll run through.. notable features?

1. Describe your OC physically- what do they look like? What notable features do they have, or what’s your favorite part of their design?

Large mantis. Very large mantis, in fact. The pink tends to take second fiddle to size, since being a member just about the biggest species of mantis in the Ant Kingdom (Tenodera sinensis, or the Chinese Mantis), Kina's big enough for it to be notable, even if stunting from lack of food means she's a good bit smaller than an average mantis of her species, but the second thing a bug would notice would probably be the pink.

And she is pink. A salmon-y pink, but still... pink, which is a color that's not out of the range of what people expect, what with orchid mantises being a thing, but it's still notable simply because of the mantis it's attached to.

She's tall by bug standards and pretty damn well-built, she's got runner's muscle from spending her time darting across half the kingdom, but genetics mean that she tends towards more bulky muscle more than she does the sort of sleek "runner's physique" people usually associate with that. Translated to human looks, she'd have a mild version of the sort of "movie star six-pack" that gets seen as a Beauty Ideal, as her baseline is "underfed and mildly to moderately dehydrated while doing very physical work".

She's got fairly well-cared-for claws, along with a set of purple daggers she generally has sheathed on the insides of her raptorial claws in such a way that she can "flick" them out to be combar-ready at a moment's notice. Her bandanna is a gift from Maki back when they were just starting out as explorers, but the knife setup came later. Her primary eyes are purple, but she uses her simple eyes more most of the time. Squints enough that you can't really see the color most of the time. She's got a wide, wide assortment of scars and scratches on her shell, mostly from Explorer's Association jobs, but the specifics of those vary from fic to fic - our current most consistent one would be a series of grooves cut into the inner sides of her claws from when she was still getting the hang of flicking her daggers out of their sheathes.

In less words: Large, scarred, buff pink chinese mantis with daggers strapped to the insides of her claws and a bandanna tied around her neck, generally in some state of agitation or another.

[deathshallbenomore]

INDOVINATE CHI DOPO LETTERALMENTE MESI HA PASSATO IL REFERAGGIO (anche il ri-check del referee infame per te solo le lame) E VEDRÀ IL PROPRIO ARTICOLO (fr🏧 ingiustamente bloccato in fase di referaggio) PUBBLICATO?

SÌ.

[iris-nonsense]

This is making me emotional fr though

[fayewongfuzao]

DI-DAR [Limited Release Vinyl] unboxing by cdjapan

[im-tryingtoloveyou]

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[lunadinotte]

rai fate vedere ghali al posto di t*ylor s*ift challenge: failed

[munotodi]

[tortademaracuya]

realmente me disparé en el pie no decidiendo el wordbuilding antes de empezar esto

[darkenforcer]

the way dar'khol breathes his name is downright dizzying, his ears burning white hot. for a moment, that's all he hears-- 'yuri' over and over again as he commits it to memory, imagining how it'd sound if spoken from the other man's lips. so drowned in it, in fact, that he almost misses the light insult that follows.

senseless as it may be, yuri holds onto it like a lifeline; something as simple as being called a pain again. it's a relief knowing the jabs still flow naturally, that the depth of their care for one another hasn't erased at least part of what they had. what would they be without that bickering of theirs, anyway?

the sentiment's returned in a soft huff, "look who's talkin'..." then, with a squeeze -- palms pressed together -- and just as hushed, "ya won't. i'll keep bein' a pain in your arse for as long as ya let me, dar."

he doesn't know when he'd started holding his hand properly, or when their fingers intertwined, but he'd apparently felt compelled to do so somewhere along the way. suppose it's pure instinct guiding his actions now, but he wouldn't describe his current state of mind as 'dream-like', either, not when he's hyper-aware of so damn much-- the rush in his veins and the soar in his chest, every surface where their bodies meet, and the nonsensical thoughts racing faster than he could ever keep up with (dar firmly at the center of them all). it's a high separate from the dangerous, adrenaline-fueled sort he's accustomed to, but it isn't unpleasant. just... overwhelming.

what's yet to come of this still unnerves him, of course, his reservations haven't magically disappeared, but with dar holding him this way -- with a tenderness he can't even begin to fathom the reason behind -- it's becoming harder to deprive himself of more.

the realization made even clearer when yuri nearly -- impulsively -- follows dar's movement as he draws away. seriously, just one taste of it and he already has to hold back...? how the hell did he ever think shoving his feelings aside was going to work?

"'we'? speak for yourself, ya hothead. i'm not the one punchin' the floor." it manifests naturally on the miqo'te's face, his smile (he can picture it clear as day; a ray of sunshine, wide and full of insurmountable warmth), bright, airy laughter trickling through. 

add that onto the list of annoyances resulting from being switched up; if they were in their respective bodies, he would've had the satisfaction of seeing that expression for himself.

on the upside, because it is his own face he's gazing into, tearing away doesn't take too much effort. the swordsman rolls off with a grunt, pushes himself off the ground...

and comes face-to-face with a sea of people: the awkward, shuffling spectators, the referee and announcer, both at a complete loss (understandably, considering their employer's in the ring). and yuri's smack-dab in the middle of it, embarrassment washing over him in a tidal wave; in retrospect, slugging things out in front of a crowd was never going to be a good idea, but he didn't expect it to turn out quite like this... is the humiliation worth reconciling with dar'khol? without question. does he still want to climb into a hole and stay there until everything blows over? just a bit.

he coughs into a fist, not-so-subtly using it to cover a sizable portion of his face, "what're ya waitin' for!?" finding some reprieve in the jolt it sparks in dar's staff, he orders, "show's over! call it a draw already!"

and so they do, their bumbling announcement almost entertaining enough for yuri to forget he'd spilled his heart out in front of a bunch of drunken patrons expecting a beatdown rather than... an intervention? a confession? something along those lines (what a mess...).

sigh bordering on indignant, he extends a hand toward his rival, "hope ya don't mind the stain on your squeaky clean fightin' record." the smile returns, only now it holds a level of sheepishness he couldn't hide if he tried, "c'mon, i think i'm gonna lose it if i have to deal with any more of this gawkin'. bet repede's gettin' bored in that stuffy office, too." 

honestly, his stomach churns at the thought of being alone with dar again -- especially if it means delving further into what this means for the two of them -- but he's also tired of staying away, and he's slowly running out of excuses to convince himself otherwise.

it had already ended, this fight of theirs.

evident in the way dar'khol's fist trembled with its last wave of force before yuri's tightening grip brought it to a standstill. he had intended to make up for where he was under performing prior, to try and bury his pathetic display of honesty with the purpose this cage held. but what was the point? he'd gone and said that which he'd been avoiding; he got the conversation he wanted.

eyes widen, briefly, until his entire face is scrunching up with the want to protest. words sitting at the tip of his tongue, but not knowing how to properly string them together. the only trouble here was their stubbornness, how they each went about trying to avoid this.

but that didn't mean there wasn't something worthwhile in the midst of their mess. dar'khol wouldn't be trying if there wasn't.

what he saw was an equal; a fresh perspective that had him yearning for the days to come, for every and any excuse to come together. a star that shone just as bright as the sun itself, guiding him towards something he'd been missing.

he may love the world, and its people, so easily -- but there's a reassuring warmth he's desperately reaching for. the fact it remains so hidden, buried so deeply, only has him wanting it more.

there's no resistance when his fist is brought back down. it practically dissolves; fingers going lax and parting from his palm. his only struggle now, being trying to hear everything said to him over the rapid drumming in his chest reaching his ears.

"as if you're not a walking road block..." there's his own attempt to roll into normalcy again, but he's too caught up on that unfinished sentence at the end. there was some truth to his retort, but ultimately it came down to dar'khol doubting most of what he saw -- or felt. writing it off as his own feelings when in truth... they overlapped, didn't they.

if he wasn't so quick to rush in; to act first and leave the thinking for later, perhaps he would have pieced it together.

dar finds himself flinching, ever so slightly, once their heads come together. part of him expected more force, to hear a crack followed by incessant pounding -- but that never came. instead, he's left with the sight of his own face being far too close. it's the knowledge of it being yuri pressed against him like this that has him drawing in a shaky breath, and holding it.

lips part as if to speak, a quiver held in them as he racks his brain for something to respond with. there's a voice in his head telling him to deny it, to keep the blame huddled for himself -- while the rest of him feels like its on the verge of bursting.

a sentiment shared. something he should have known yet kept himself in the dark under the assumption things would get better; that it should all just remain as it had been. when the reality was so painfully different.

he wanted something... more.

"yuri," it's all dar could bring himself to say, the name a gentle -- albeit shaken -- breath. speaking aloud comes with a sigh, the remaining air he held finding release as he allowed his own eyes to fall shut. a similar attempt to envision the man as he should be against him. his hand that remained free slipped from its previous placement, reaching up and around to perch against the back of yuri's head.

anything to hold him there, for even just a second longer.

there's still plenty left to be worked on, much still left unsaid. but the bulk of it was out in the open. that alone carries with it a wave of relief; as if rid of a weight he'd been carrying for far too long... he's finding it difficult to not allow himself a smile. even if small.

"you're still such a pain in the ass..." dar carries his voice quietly, words meant for nobody else but the swordsman above him. their closeness is used to his advantage, tilting his head to press against him in turn. "i don't wanna see that changing any time soon."

a huff is what finally draws him away. head resting fully back against the floor, his hand slipping away to lay outstretched at his side... and he's laughing. it's light, bubbly almost. a short-lived sound, but his eyes reopen once it fades.

"... we both really suck at this, huh?"

he didn't want to fight anymore, anyway.