#parts 1 & 2 together

[meamiki]

some random reverse entry au [office + reverse isekai loop] drawings :thumbsup:

[mildly interested in this silly au? here is a link to scroll through for all the stuff i've made for it! i'll make a proper master post... someday.....]

[hertwood]

dts rewatch | seasons 1&2

[gunsatthaphan]

#not having it.

[aliusfrater]

related to nick's post. you can't even make this stuff up

[stardustinthesky]

It's my first time in Venice. Mine too.

[doverstar]

actually I love Tentoo and he is the Doctor and it was the only ending for Rose that worked and it is a huge gift to be able to have the man she loves grow old with her, they were always heading for that, y'all be quiet. I 100% understand the angst but it's okay, they're okay, good ending-

[rumivelvt]

I made.... something

plus Suzie q akane

[hollowflight-propaganda]

Hey so I finally finished Part 2 of Dragons Rising, and Kai and Wyldfyre are so special to me.

I swear, if I was in Kai's shoes in ep 13, I would've killed her. He's SO unbelievably patient, and I find it funny how a few episodes later he says that no one has ever called him patient before. Like, you're doing better than I would! Nya DEFINITELY would've strangled Wyldfyre after she nearly got them killed the first time. But just, the fact that he's willing to be so patient with her because he sees a little bit of himself in her, OUGH.

And the turning point in their relationship being him showing her how he coped post Seabound, I'm going crazy and this show is the cause.

Them bonding through arson.

AND in the last episode how Kai seeks VENGEANCE after she gets sucked into one of the mergequakes, which then leads HIM to getting sucked in. How he's the only og ninja to get sucked in because of that. Do you think they were trying to find each other in there? They did come out at nearly the same time, and for Riyu it took a little bit longer. And then how once they're out Wyldfyre just fucking TACKLES him into a hug. :'))) I AM UNWELL OVER THE FIRE LEGO PEOPLE!!!

My favorite father daughter duo is now them. You can pry them from my cold dead hands.

[coquelicoq]

what i love about the Famous Actor Natori Shuuichi of it all is that...it's not just that he's famous and therefore widely recognizable wherever he goes. like yes that is very funny because he was an exorcist before he became a famous actor, which means he CHOSE, on purpose, a day job that would make it harder to hide his double life/secret identity from the hordes of his adoring public, but it's more than that. it's not just that he's famous, it's that he's famous specifically for being an ACTOR, aka a person whose job it is to dissimulate, to make believe, to inhabit roles and emotions other than his own. like he decided he was going to become as visible as possible (which again was literally not necessary! he could have gone into any other career for his day job!!) but in such a way that everyone would see him but no one would see him - they would just see his various made-up personas, including the Famous Actor Natori Shuuichi persona. i can't decide if he's a genius or if he just made so many absurd decisions that they canceled each other out and circled back around to working out. he's either playing 9-dimensional chess or he's eating the pieces. too soon to say.

[average-hua-cheng-fan]

on hua cheng's morality and self esteem

on my first read of the book, i was actually convinced that hua cheng was this amoral asshole but that's just what he WANTS you to think. hua cheng actually cares a lot about ghost city (founded to combat the injustice of ghost persecution btw), he just downplays his achievements in front of xie lian because he doesn't want to 'trick' him into liking him. he also sees any accomplishments as a direct result of dianxia's influence so it would be wrong to take credit for them. perhaps hundreds of years of playing the part of the terrible calamity skewed his perception of himself even further.

in his introduction in heaven, they say how he would "Sometimes... carry out a massacre in cold blood, and sometimes he would do odd acts of kindness" (page 157, book 1) which makes me wonder what heaven defines as "cold blood." he visibly dislikes the man who bet his daughter's life and mentions killing several tyrants. in creating e'ming, he nearly destroyed himself in order to save those mortals. on the casino in ghost city, "If I don’t control a place like this, then someone else will. I’d rather that person be me." (page 107, book 2.) he has a very strong sense of justice that he hides under 3 million layers of arrogance.

xie lian gets the ability to tell if he is lying early in the book and sees him for who he really is. they're very similar in that they have this drive to do good in the world but think about it and go about it in very different ways. hua cheng even mentions that it doesn't matter how you go about saving the common people, and that xie lian over-complicates what is right and wrong and should do what he wants... but he wouldn't turn that logic on himself :/

anyway

**this is my reading btw if anybody wants to have a discussion im 100% down

[angelmush]

plate of matcha crinkle cookies + little lesbian bird crochet hot pad sav made 4 me and lauren when we moved in together :,,)

[speakofthedebbie]

fantasizing about singing a hellaverse cover with a bestie tbh

[palabraasinnecesarias]

maybe someday...

ao3 | ff.net

ship: ranma/akane words: 2,171

Maybe someday it’ll be more than touching hands without the worry of being shoved against one another by their binding families.  

Akane fanned herself as best as she could, trying to outbeat the mild heat thanks to the air conditioning having a minor malfunction. It’ll be up and running in a few hours, but until then, the Tendo household sprawled about the family room and along the engawa while Kasumi and Auntie Saotome prepped cooling snacks.  

The weather wasn’t horrendous by any means, in fact the breeze clanking the wind chimes offered a nice ambiance, and if it wasn’t for daytime TV entertainment, she probably would have joined Nabiki as she enjoyed her magazines next to her father and Uncle Saotome while they played another round of shogi. But instead, the young girl watched whatever was playing. And when it cut to commercials, she succeeded in not glancing at Ranma who had decided to join her – even as she knew that he was probably looking at her.  

She had caught him a few times now and then, and he’d look away almost instantly, with a hint of blushing cheeks that made her smile just as excitedly. She hadn’t actually paid attention as to how it started to happen, but it had become their thing to hide behind closed doors and share an intimate stare or reach towards each other to hold hands for just a moment. But as soon as someone walked through it, they’d unlatch and look away, pretending like nothing happened and nothing ever would. 

That evening hadn’t been any different. When they believed that no one was paying attention to them, Ranma’s hand had accidentally pressed against hers, and he didn’t look at her directly, but she knew he was probably color matching with a beet. And Akane tried not to react as she wrapped her pinky around his, risking one glance at him through the corner of her eye with a timid smile.  

His hands had always been bigger than hers, and could probably crush hers without much effort, but he was so gentle in the way he softly squeezed back. She knew he could be awkward about touching, and it always elated her beyond words when he willingly initiated the first move.  

“Freshly squeezed lemonade, everyone!” Kasumi chirped, and that was enough to pull them out of their trance as Akane quickly released her pinky’s hold around his as she jumped to her feet and merrily made her towards her older sister to help distribute the drinks. All Ranma could do was exasperate a sigh as he let himself lay on the wooden floors.  

Maybe someday it’ll be more than touching hands without the worry of being shoved against one another by their binding families.  

Ranma had gotten so much better about waking up earlier in the mornings to make it in time for school, when he wanted to, of course, and definitely not because of Akane knocking at his door every two minutes.  

Some time ago, they had needed to reroute after some unexpected shenanigans landed them a few blocks further from their school, coming across a newly installed vending machine stocked with canned beverages.  

Occasionally, the duo had begun detouring a couple left and right turns to indulge themselves in a can, finding that they shared a preference towards the canned coffee over the rest; it wasn’t overly sweet, and tasted like coffee although not bitter by any means. They would slip some spare change into the vending machine to enjoy a treat on their way to school.  

“C’mon Ranma,” Akane rushed as she was already walking out the door while still trying to adjust her foot into her shoe, having a craving for the canned coffee that morning. Ranma yawned, mildly annoyed that he couldn’t quite enjoy his breakfast because she wanted to make sure they had enough time to get to the vending machine. Still, he followed suit, bidding his goodbye for that day as he closed the door behind them.  

To their dismay, the vending machine hadn’t been fully restocked, and offered a small variant that morning. Ranma didn’t get a drink, insisting he just wasn’t wanting anything as they made their way towards the school. Still, Akane took a sip before offering him a taste. Maybe he didn’t want a whole can, and she didn’t mind sharing by any means.  

“I know what it tastes like, ‘Kane,” Ranma scoffed, pushing her offer away, edging her to stick her tongue and blow a raspberry at him.  

“Geez, just trying to be nice, in case you did want some.” He mocked a face, and Akane couldn’t help but muffle a laugh, feeling like such a kid at how goofy he seemed for just a moment. “I won’t share with you ever again,” she groaned, pretending not to care that he had rejected even just a sip. She took another drink, and mid-gulp she could feel the can getting taken away from her mouth.  

Ranma was now drinking, his Adam's apple bobbing twice before returning the now-half-empty can, utterly confused as she took her drink back. “It’s good,” he said, and she scoffed. She offered him a taste, and he says ‘no’; she takes it back, and suddenly he wants the whole drink.  

“Honestly, Ranma,” Akane rolled her eyes, narrowing her eyebrows at him, seemingly bitter, “if you want to kiss me, you just have to ask.” Of course, she was completely kidding, but according to Yuka and Sayuri, sharing a drink could be considered a form of indirect kissing. She believed the concept of indirect kissing to be a cute way of communicating in public without outwardly displaying it, but the real deal tugged at her more than sharing a straw and calling it kissing. She and Ranma hadn’t kissed – officially, that is – considering they hadn’t done more than hold hands under tables and steal glances at one another.  

“Wh-what? Kiss you?” His stuttering jumble of words wasn’t much of a defense against her accusation, especially when his now blushing face almost camouflaged with his top, and she did laugh out loud this time. The comment had slipped out of her mouth mindlessly if she were being honest, but it enlightened her to see him in such a flustered state, even if it was short-lived as he grumbled and began walking away.  

“Are ya’ saying you don’t want to kiss me?” She teased, walking faster to match his step until bumping her shoulder against his arm. She was grinning from ear to ear, like a Chesire cat, quite enjoying the deflating of his usual substantial ego.  

“’Course I do.” He retaliated, his words too fast for his brain to catch up, and all Akane could do was smile sheepishly as her eyebrows scrunched amused by his answer. What was she supposed to say to that?  

“Well,” she cleared her throat silently, smiling softer this time, unable to stop the heat from rising against her cheeks at the thought that, nevertheless, they had indirectly kissed, “good.” He was looking at her now, not as flustered but just as embarrassed by what he had candidly admitted, and she couldn’t help but take a sip before looking away. 

Maybe someday she’ll get the courage to be the one to actually kiss him without the worry that the misfortunate of a bicycle’s front wheel struck at the back of his head for the umpteen time that week.

When Akane walked into the dojo she hadn’t been expecting to see Ranma self-training, although it seemed he was working out more than anything else. She had caught the pigtail wearing martial artist on the last set of his pushups, quietly awaiting by the door, both knowing that he had detected her the moment she walked in.  

Within a minute Ranma sat up, reaching for his small towel to wipe the running sweat from his forehead and temples. He was flushed, his hair sticking at the sides of his face and mild sweat spots about his tank top. “Hey, ‘Kane,” he greeted, feeling her knees wobble monetarily as she waved at him like some lovesick junior high student.  

“Working hard, or hardly working?” She winced at the way she was trying her best to remain composed, as if not caring that she thought him quite cute at the way he smiled at her.  

“Hard to say,” he chuckled, now sitting by crossing his legs as Akane walked toward his space, taking a seat next to him before beginning some floor stretches. “It ain’t like I gotta’ work much to be good at what I do.”  

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at him, groaning a sigh although she was grinning like some fool, “Well, all you were doing were pushups.”  

“I do more than simple pushups!” Ranma scoffed, offended, more than ready to debate against her had he needed to. “I could even do some with you on ma’ back!”  

“As if!” Although, she believed him wholeheartedly; mainly because she had been prime witness to the capabilities of his brute strength. She hadn’t known why she had been wanting to pick a fight, but the childlike pout he aimed at her ruffled her up and she couldn’t stop herself from saying, “Prove it.”  

“What?”  

“Do a set of pushups with me on your back.” She didn’t know why she continued talking, but there was now some sort of gleam in his eye that told her he was accepting her challenge. She adjusted the strap that held her gi from being too loose, and maybe because she could feel herself getting nervous. This was silly, actually. She opened her mouth to tell him just that, but although he had just finished doing pushups, Ranma readjusted himself in position.  

“Okay, hop on, tomboy.”  

“Ranma, I’m not getting on your back,” she chuckled nervously, watching him continue to wait for her.  

“C’mon, ‘Kane,” he insisted, a mischievous smirk overtaking his face, and she couldn’t help but shiver at his determined demeanor.  

“I was joking, you dope.”  

It took some convincing, but evidently the young boy had managed to get Akane to agree. And he was in position, his body planked as he waited for the young girl to get atop of him. And with a heavy sigh, pushing strands of short hair behind her ears, Akane softly placed her behind on his back.  

“I know you’re not putting your whole weight on me, idiot, don’t be scared.” She was, in fact, trying her best to not rest her entire weight on him, as he claimed.  

“You better not nag me about it later, okay?” She readjusted herself, deciding that lying on him rather than sitting was probably a better idea. And so, Akane pressed her chest against his back as she latched her hold against his shoulders, wincing when hearing him mildly groan. Although, before she could get off, Ranma began the exercise.  

He wasn’t going fast by any means, but he also wasn’t hesitating, and his performance was immaculate, as it always tended to be. She shouldn’t be blushing as much as she was, but she couldn’t stop thinking about the heat that his body emitted onto hers. His pace was steady, and if she hadn’t been so self-conscious, she probably could have taken a nap on him, like some cat. She chuckled mindlessly at that.  

“What’s so,” Ranma groaned inwardly, “funny?”  

Akane leaned forward, pressing her cheek against his sweaty temple, “Nothing,” she promised.  

“I could go faster, ya’ know.”  

“I never said you couldn’t.”  

But he was already speeding up his pushups, and Akane had no choice but to wrap her arms around his neck. “You idiot,” she yelped, bouncing off him and onto the floor before he could reach another set. He gasped inwardly, turning to face her but she was laughing, softly and low at first and then loudly, outwardly with her brown eyes squinting at him and the corners of her mouth pushing her cheeks so high they were rounder than usual. And he chuckled along, ignoring the way she sat up and bopped his head as she called him an ‘idiot’ again.  

When the laughter died off, they continued sitting on the dojo floor, not remembering when Akane had reached for his hand to hold. She opened his palm and sprawled her own palm against his for a moment, dragging her fingertips about his skin for a minute before intertwining her fingers in between his, lost in thought. His hands were long, rough, but they were so comfortable to hold.  

“’Kane,” Ranma called, and she hummed a response as her drowsy eyes blinked up at him, waiting for him to continue talking, “I’m thinking about going to the market for some snacks,” he told her, very aware of his hand still being possessed by Akane’s, “wanna’ come with?”  

“Sure,” she smiled with a nod at her head.  “Kasumi wants me to grab some items for tomorrow’s breakfast.”  

Maybe someday their walk to the market would be more than just grabbing some errands, but until then she’d relish on small moments as such.  

[qiu-yan]

in MDZS the novel, the innkeeper in Yunping mentions that people are too scared to go petition Yunmeng Jiang for help because someone once walked in on Sect Leader Jiang whipping a guy in the main hall, supposedly because the guy was a demonic cultivator.

[the-butter-churner]

de selby (part 2) is so figueroth faeth coded

allow me to draw your attention to

aka athenriel's curse

aka "i want to socially disappear"

aka ANKARNA DO I EVEN HAVE TO EXPLAIN

I also think the whole thing with how this song functions in the album as the descent into hell, it totally makes sense with fig being the one to fully accept ankarna and safeguard her infernal domain. not only bc of the hellish connotations but the idea of a descent, of jumping in headfirst and trusting.

[offjumpoladulkittiporn]

drake vs louis... one said "parkour!" & the other said "nah I'm good" 😂😂😂