#kira babble

[flapjacy2k]

I've been busy with work recently but tonight I got to play Gmod for the first time w/ my partners and it goes as well as expected.

[flapjacy2k]

Grover I actually think I was losing my fucking mind the entire time

Gmod shenanigans with @flapjacy2k ♡ 🍭🐕

[f1angelz]

new motto: if oscar can do it with a broken rib, i can do it with a broken heart !

[betweenpacifictides]

Wearing my vintage trench coat and listening to 80’s music to my desk job to cope

[gummybryd]

Obsessed with the Kira Odo friendship because it's just. What if we were stuck on a space station attempting to recover after facist colonizing occupation. What if we were filled with a neverending sense of righteous anger that colors all our actions. What if we committed acts the other considers reprehensible in the name of justice. What if our definitions of justice were fundamentally different. What if we were goop and a lesbian and also besties.

[brionysea]

rotating the unreality aspect of my season 4 fic in my mind and i'm suddenly hit with the urge to watch teen wolf season 3b again

[f1angelz]

oscar is probably regretting this because we’ll be milking this video forever

scrolling ao3 at 3am be like:

[meidiary]

how on earth did you make your sliding gif thing oml

(I love your theme omg)

HI HUN!! tysm 😣 making this theme was a roller-coaster fr

but anyway I used canva to make the sliding gif and then I added bows bc why not 🤭

here's the youtube vid explaining how to do it! ♡♡♡

hope this helped a bit!! 🩷

[teenagefeeling]

apparently someone died at burning man? 2023 is really taking out a lot of random rich people

[flapjacy2k]

@bungraveyard did, in fact, NOT hold it still

[f1angelz]

u can just tell that oscar is good with kids 🥹

[eggo-tistical]

thinking about what was going through L’s mind as he lay in bed, the same night that light and him were in the helicopter.

after insisting at every turn that the brilliant teenage boy smiling before him had to be kira, was — no, is forever kira, he finally can look into light’s eyes and see what he always knew was there.

a murderer, a sociopath, a villain, a liar. yes, everything has gone to plan. light is kira; kira is light.

the boy he has spent the last few months monitoring, mapping, and mythologizing, is kira.

kira is the boy who has watched L type genius nonsense on his computer in the dark, shared a fourth of the key lime tart that watari served after misa and matsuda returned alive, listened to L babble 19th century french poetry when progress had slowed to an unbearable crawl.

yes, light is all that and a million other dirty things, packed tight and wound up in the shape of a classical greek statue, an eighteen year old boy, japan’s top student.

kira.

that thought should bring him joy. satisfaction. relief, even, that his deductions would never miss their mark. and it does. elation lights L up on the inside, or perhaps on the outside going in, like being doused in water and feeling it sink into his bones.

it’s wonderful, it’s horrible; he didn’t know warmth could feel so cold.

because at the quite literal end of the day, this is what he’s been chasing, isn’t it? his culprit, his criminal, his killer.

so why, when sharing a bed with him, inches from his skin and from exposing the truth, does L want to see light within those eyes again?

he reminds himself its ridiculous. they aren’t separate entities, like a parasite and its host. rather, one incorrigible unit, a package deal, something he signed up for at the start. a plant with rot already spreading through its roots that L simply had to deliver back into the soil.

he’s never really had a green thumb, anyways.

gnawing on his nail, L rolls over in their bed, observing the light-shaped god slumbering in total darkness. kira is so pale that his skin brightens the night. his breathing shakes the earth and breaks waves beneath L’s skin.

so the world’s greatest detective decides to shift a little closer. and recites heart attack symptoms in his head until he falls asleep.

[yourmamakira]

Colby Brock as your boyfriend

On investigations

Bf!Colby on investigations, and just with you as his s/o in general

You/yours || Use of ‘Girlfriend’ & ‘Wife’— Genre: Sickening fluff

ᰔᩚ˚ ༘⋆｡˚ BF Colby Who packs you snacks for the investigations so you won’t go hungry while filming

ᰔᩚ˚ ༘⋆｡˚ BF Colby Who insures your within eye range to make sure you’re safe at all times

ᰔᩚ˚ ༘⋆｡˚ BF Colby Who never forgets to ask “are you okay?” If you’re ever too scared or too quiet

If you’re the camera person, ᰔᩚ˚ ༘⋆｡˚ BF Colby Who always makes faces at the camera to get you to laugh, or flirts with the camera and looks you in the eye for fun

If you and Colby live together, ᰔᩚ˚ ༘⋆｡˚ BF Colby Who makes sure to be extra cautious of brining home attachments and spirits

ᰔᩚ˚ ༘⋆｡˚ BF Colby Who’s always touching you one way or the other, might it be his hand on your back, his arm around our shoulders, your hand in his, his hand in your back pocket. Physical contact is a MUST between y’all two

ᰔᩚ˚ ༘⋆｡˚ BF Colby Who literally dose NOT play on investigations when it comes to you. I’m talking this man goes FERAL if you disappear for even a second to long.

“Yo, where tf is Y/n??!”

“I’m right behind you!”

“Oh, PHEW!”

ᰔᩚ˚ ༘⋆｡˚ BF Colby Who will call you pet names every hour of the day in front of anyone. He doesn’t care, he loves letting people know you’re his and he’s yours.

ᰔᩚ˚ ༘⋆｡˚ BF Colby Who holds your hand, or will put your body against his if anything gets to scary for you.

ᰔᩚ˚ ༘⋆｡˚ BF Colby Who fucking LOVES. I mean LOVES. Bringing you up any chance he gets.

“yeah my girlfriend lol”.

“I miss my gf :(“

“Oh you mean Y/N? MY Y/N? The love of my life, my future wife and the Bain of my existence, Y/N??”

NSFW

ᰔᩚ˚ ༘⋆｡˚ BF Colby Who fucks you any place and anywhere just because

ᰔᩚ˚ ༘⋆｡˚ BF Colby Who shamelessly leaves hickeys on the most visible places on your body, like your neck, your arms, your ass cheeks or your thighs when you’re wearing a short skirt or dress…

ᰔᩚ˚ ༘⋆｡˚ BF Colby Who gives you that look on investigations that means “just wait until we get back to the hotel.” That can sometimes be picked up by the camera if he doesn’t hide it well enough. And comments like

“Omg, Colby’s Literally giving Y/N Fuck me eyes???”

All the time and it makes the two of you laugh because they’re always true.

ᰔᩚ˚ ༘⋆｡˚ BF Colby Who absolutely alliterates your pussy the day before an investigation to get his nerves out, and then the following days after that to blow off steam of scary stuff as well.

ᰔᩚ˚ ༘⋆｡˚ BF Colby Who DEFINITELY talks you through Sex, and I mean every step of the way. Just sweet babbling from the both of you. Just know it’s never quiet.

Anyways I ran out of ideas and wrote this after I woke up from a good ass nap, like this post, follow me and request something else for me to write ig. — Kira

NOT PROOFREAD !

[f1angelz]

i literally had to get out of bed to show this to my brother.

we both screamed out of frustration.

all that wait just to sign with Williams 😪

[kiratastic]

Attention! Emotional post 😂😂😂😂

No, not that emotional, rather proud and grateful to myself for getting this far!

Well.

My comic "No Nightingales?" is exactly 4 months old today! 😃

I have to celebrate that! Besides, I've also been here as an artist for 4 months, still! 🫠

For comparison, Part 1 and Part 12!

And partly Part 13 with the special guest 🤣

Oh my, exactly 4 months ago I published the first part of "No nightingales?" here on Instagram and Tumblr 🥹🥹🥹

"Oh My... did I really do that?"

That was the first saying in Part 1 under my description text 😂😂😂😂 I still have to laugh today, yes I really did that 😂

Who is happy about 4 months of being there, yes who probably me, Kira! 🤣👌🏻

You should also be happy about the little things, shouldn't you? 😉

Ah and for all the new followers here!

HI ✨❤️✨ I'm Kira 😃 a pretty blonde swiss who found drawing again last December!

Yay, AGAIN! I've only been drawing digitally for 4 months too, before that it was always traditional. (Memo to myself, draw traditionally again, Good Lord!!!)

Ehem yes!

I invented Kiratastic! in mid-January and have been posting my drawings ever since and I'm not going to stop that 😎

And even if Instagram or also Tumblr is no longer supporting me or even putting me down, I'll keep going. Giving up was never an option because I've also grown myself.

I'm proud of my path. My "own" path.

I know what I can do, but I still want to improve and keep learning!

And if I only had one person as a supporter, I would still keep going.

I may be chaotic, a little silly and babble too much, but I'm someone who puts my heart into it because I love my artwork! Every single one!

And I still have a lot planned!

Thank you for being here and accompanying me on my journey! ✨❤️✨

I hope you bear so much love, glitter and sunshine! ✨😎✨

And a lot Thanks to you! ✨❤️✨

@goodomensafterdark

[shirotaangel]

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ Magdalena: Black Dragons

- SCENE I, ACT I

- SYNOPSIS: The entire brothel gasped at what happened in the Chaya.

tw : human-trafficking, prostitution, gambling, reader appears somewhere in the middle so chill.

SEPTEMBER, 2005

╰┈➤"MAHJONGG WITH NEE-SAN?" The prostitute rubbed her eyes, heavy from sleep, "this early?"

From the small crack she'd opened last night in the circular window, a small stream of orange sunlight had simmered in, casting a thin line in the middle of the dark room.

It was only short after dawn she can tell, with the turtle doves chirping somewhere outside on the branches. She rubbed her eyes again in circles, confused.

One of the other prostitutes had bursted in her room a few moments ago, babbling about the impossible.

"Nee-san doesn't play Mahjongg until noon, Kira," she reasoned, attempting to return to her covers.

But the other prostitute, Kira who was loved by specifically Thai customers, yanked her wrist, shaking her head.

"I'm not joking, Kaede!" Kira leaned towards her as if in conspiracy, "she just returned from a Chaya, and the other girls are up just to listen!"

"Why?" She stood up and wrapped a silk robe around herself, suddenly interested, "what happened?"

"I don't know but the Kamuro said the man offered her something. Come!"

The prostitute Kira took her wrist again and rushed outside to the insence-smelling hallway, their hurrying feet taking them towards a screen painted with scenes of a summer ocean, large colorful seashells scattered on the rice paper.

It was as the end of the second floor corridor in the largest suite of the brothel. They stop a few feet away from it, continuing the rest of their flight in timid steps, their head low.

She let Kira knock gently on the sea-painted screen against one of the seashells. It was opened for them by one of the younger girls.

The room was as glorious as she first saw it when sold she herself to Mamma eight months ago. Hundreds of tall, slender candles were unlit on the white-covered tables against all the walls in the room, the walls themselves draped with fresh white linens.

On the table set in front of the wall facing the screen doors, the Virgin Madonna stood on a base of concrete clouds, her carved hand spread in reverence.

Kaede always felt uneasy around it, so she kept her eyes low.

It smelled like rose oil and the cigarettes Nee-san liked to smoke. The hard clackings of Mahjongg blocks clashed in the air.

In the center of the room half the girls of the house huddled around the white bed, some standing, some on the floor, some reclined on their sides on the bed.

They all leaned forward to listen to the woman who sat, poised on the edge of the bed, facing the square table where she played with Mama and two of the older girls.

The prostitute, with her friend, sat like cats on the foot of the table, eager. It looked like Mamma had already discarded many tiles and the two girls had set down a few pairs.

Kaede glanced at the woman at her side. You. You who was still staring at your trail of tiles. She wondered what you were thinking, contemplating maybe if you should lay down a pair.

But Kaede can only assume what you thinking about. She glanced through shy lashes at you.

Kaede can only see half you face, but she couldn't say if it's only half perfection. It was a proportion that is whole in itself - enough - like the sleek crescent of the moon. Would she dare say the moon is incomplete in its phase when in truth, it's only shadowed?

Humbled. She's always humbled in the face of you. All the girls here are too. No one speaks before you do. No one takes a few steps faster than yours. No one can touch you unless you say they can.

But look at them all, so eager to get a bite out of you in the moment you wave your hand to allow them to.

Except for Mamma, maybe, who's as foul as the cigarette she smoked. She raised you since you were sold here at four years old. Mamma owned everything here.

"Black Dragon," Mamma picked out a tile from the middle of the table, scratching the bamboo inked on it, "that's their name, isn't it?"

At the moment of silence after that question, all the girls craned their necks forward, anticipation pulsing loud.

"Some gang," you muttered.

Two words were enough to take the breath of the room, even in your low, barely-there tone. Kaede was amazed, forever will be. In something as little as your sigh, you command the room.

"That some gang my dear," Mamma plucked one of the tiles from the discarded pieces you threw, "paid two million yen for you."

"That Slav congressman last month paid five million for me," you answered.

Mama raised her thin brow. Mama was born somewhere in the fifties, and plucked her brows in the fashion her time did.

"For three days," Mama emphasized, "but that gang - two million yen for an hour."

"That was Hajime Kokonoi's pride," you revealed, plucking three tiles from your set for a Chow, "He thought an hour would be enough to take me away."

Mamma, smoke from her cigarette flowing out her bony nose, was shocked. All the girls in the room gasped. Not because someone wanted to buy the Oiran, all the men did, but the fact this one thought he could do it an an hour.

He reduced you to an hour. A scandal. A crime.

"You mean Shiba Taiju," Mamma tapped her cigarette ash on a bronze dragon ashtray, "that's the name of the man registered for your company."

"Supposedly," you shrugged, "but Hajime told me if his Commander was there, negotiation would fail even before he speaks."

"Negotiation?"

"Apparantly Hajime's idea of negotiation is being clever and charming," you took the tiles one after another from the pool then stopped and chuckled without smiling, "he's good at that, at least."

Kaede was surprised when Kira the prostitute piped up from beside you, "why does he want to take you away, Nee-san?"

You didn't look back at the prostitute, concentrated on filling her tiles with Pungs. A younger prostitute earlier asked if she could braid your hair, and now the girl was brushing it carefully with a cherry wood comb.

Kaede was jealous of your hair. It was long and thick, a shining cape that draped down her back like fur, never seemed to have tangles. Kaede could smell it, the scent of bhringraj oil under a musk of heavy Jasmine.

Kaede was once tasked to oil your hair and by the end of it, her wrists ached from the precious weight, increased by the dampness. Even so, she still swears she will never again feel something so soft.

"Because he's a man," you answered softly, "a businessman."

"What does that have to do with you, Nee-san?" Kira asked.

It was a stupid question. Kaede knew Kira asked that just to prolong your attention on her even if she damn well knew the answer.

"Good Lord," Mamma hissed, sipping from her cigarette, "have you learned nothing? Seen nothing in this house? My hands can work magic but your Nee-san does the miracles. When your Thai doesn't come around, it's those deals she sealed with Roppongi feeding the lot of you."

Kira was ashamed, lowering her head into her shoulders. Kaede didn't comfort her, embarrassed as well.

Kaede saw that you ignored them as if hearing nothing. You focused on your tiles, picking up new ones, studied those, discarded.

"They wanted you to join them?" Mama returned to her own tiles, taking small peeks at the tiles of the two other women on the table. They weren't even playing now, too immersed in your story.

"Yes," you replied.

Mama hummed, "are they coming back anytime soon, this uh - Hajime Kokonoi?"

"Yes."

Kaede couldn't help it. She asked, "did you say yes to him, Nee-san?"

You were quiet at first. You pinched a tile from the pile in the center of the pool, narrowing your perfect eyes on the engravings carved in the blocks. You set it in your trail as the last piece.

Sik wu.

It was a Gong, two dots, two Bamboos, and two Characters. The winning hand. You set it on the table with a crisp clack, leaned back and turned down to Kaede, facing her with the fullness of your face.

Kaede held her breath. She feels herself die, always, when the most beautiful woman in the world looks at her with those pointed, sober eyes.

"No," you said.

copyright belongs to @shirotaangel