#shura*

[darthvell]

Favorite faces of Skypiea

[teathattast]

i could try to sleep but i'll fight it

don't ever want to let this moment go

and even just a blink and i might miss it

you're giving me the look i know you know

[ask-sota-urameshi]

Fresh memes, get 'em while they're hot!

(art for these two darlings was done by the ever talented kapane-luyeshu)

[yaoioioay]

[heytherecentaurs]

There’s this song from the 80s that reminds me a bit of Chappell Roan. It’s called “High School Confidential” by the Canadian band Rough Trade. It’s about the singer, Carole Pope recalling having a crush on the mean girl in high school. It’s bouncy new wave, has provocative lyrics and a really unique vocalist.

It was such a big part of my childhood because my parents and the radio played it a lot. I was always happy to hear it on the 1 radio station we had that played rock music from the “80s, 90s and Now”. It’d come on between songs by the likes of Limp Bizkit and Bryan Adams (Canada’s Springsteen).

And it’s so cool—it’s an absolute bop about a young queer woman having a crush on another woman. That was huge! Now there are a ton of singers who sing about that whether it’s Chappell Roan or Billie Eilish or Syd tha Kid. (Or Hayley Kiyoko or Kehlani or girl in red or Shura or Arlo Parks or Rina Sawayama or MUNA or Hollie Col or Sarah Barrios or Tegan and Sara or Zolita or Xana or Fletcher or King Princess or mxmtoon or Halsey or Dodie or Megan thee Stallion or Phoebe Bridgers or Julien Baker or Lucy Dacus… It’s a great time to be alive for fans of queer female singers folks!)

Anyway, I love this song. It’s an incredible artifact of the 80s. Goes to show women have been writing catchy songs about having crushes on bitchy straight girls since probably Sappho and this track was another step forward in pop music for queer women perpetually afflicted by yearning.

[yes39moi]

[yyh-behind-the-scenes]

Day 13.5? Did this late last night/early this morning. They’re not polished but I still like them for what I put into them!

The first one is a nod to one of the things I did like from the live action, and that’s the idea that Yusuke taught Keiko to hold her own against a standard goon. Especially in the manga, Keiko did not come off as someone who enjoys being a damsel in distress. And if I accidentally gave them the power scheme of the pink and green power rangers…. Well apparently all my 90’s ships are starting to mix together XD.

The second is Shura with his little sister, Miku. Apparently I can only make fanon kiddos as OCs but I adore her. And don’t let that scowl fool you, Shura would kill for her without batting an eye.

[manias-wordcount]

Snowball's Chance in Hell (Shura Kirigakure)

Kinktober 2024 Day Eighteen: Boobplay

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

You knew you had as much of a chance as a snowball did in the deepest, lowest layer of hell.

Still, that didn’t stop you from turning your head to look at it after finishing off what you know should be your last beer of the night with a dumb expression on your face. That didn’t stop you from shamelessly dragging your eyes up her form- watching intently as she continued to tilt her head back and drink from her own pile of beer cans without so much as a care in the world. You could see the moment the liquid started flowing through her throat. You could the moment she had begun to swallow. But even so, your gaze still couldn’t help but travel lower. 

It stopped on her collar at first, almost as if you were trying to remind yourself that shame exists and that shame is what you should be feeling for ogling at her so blatantly. But there were many other things you could focus on, after all. The pretty scenery that lay before the two of you. Her pile of beers sitting right by her side, the ones both open and unopened, and how it was noticeably larger than yours. The way her hair flowed slightly whenever the wind began to pick up. The tightness of her top as it hugged the swell of her breasts-

You were so gone.

You knew you couldn’t ask this. You knew you couldn’t. Doesn’t matter how good of a mood Shura seems to be. You know she could and would kick your ass in a heartbeat. She’s not afraid to put a sleazebag in their place. And while you wouldn’t consider yourself a sleazebag by a long shot, you can’t deny that you’ve been thinking about it. Ever since you’ve met her. Ever since you’ve first laid eyes on her. You’ve been thinking about asking her for permission. For a chance. For even just a crumb. 

But this is Shura you’re talking about. This idea of yours? Well, you feel you have a better chance of conquering Gehenna than getting a favorable reaction or response out of her.

But then you noticed the light, pinkish-colored flush on her face, signaling the alcohol had run its course and done its job. And you remembered that she was in a good mood for these past couple of days since things at the cram school have running a bit more smoothly lately. In fact, you had both been in a good mood lately. That’s why she asked you to sit outside and have a couple of beers under the moonlight with her. To celebrate a little bit of peace. So even though you had a sneaking suspicion that you were much drunker than she was at the moment, you figured now would be as good of a chance as any. 

“Hey Shura, could I… stick my face in your boobs?”

At least, that’s what all the liquid courage flowing through your veins is telling you.

Instantly, she freezes in front of you. The half-empty can of bear that was pressed against her lips stays there for a few seconds longer than you feel comfortable with as you watch nothing come out of what should have been a routine sip of beer. But you know it’s your fault. You could see the gears turning in her head- registering your words and trying to formulate what would be the most impact response to your stupid question. She beat you over the head with her fist and made you regret ever looking in her direction? Should she pull out her swords and make you beg for your life? Or should she pull out one of those freaky snake things she has control of and make them-

“Yeah, sure. Get over here.”

You don’t ever get a chance to finish that thought. Because a second later, you feel your arm being tugged forward, causing you to lose balance. What’s currently happening doesn’t even get a chance to register fully in your mind. You’re far too drunk for that. And the world is moving far too fast for you. But all you know one second, you’re sitting on a ledge with a pile of beer cans surrounding you as you peer at a pretty woman’s and your drinking partner’s body for the night’s body, swaying lightly in your seat. The next second?

The beer cans are clattering everywhere. Spilling the few last droplets of drinks you thought you for sure finished here and there while the ones you hadn’t opened hit the ground with an unflattering sound. At the moment, you couldn’t care less about something that could be so easily bought and replaced from the liquor store. Because all you think about is just how soft the place you landed was. 

And just how pretty the woman attached to that same landing place was too.

As your mind catches up to the rest of the world and you start to realize that Shura had just very willingly shoved your face into her boobs and right against her cleavage, you can’t help but make a pathetic noise from the back of your throat as she snickers at you. You’re currently half-splayed across her lap with your arms thrown haphazardly at her sides and around her waist. She has her arms wrapped around you as well, although it’s more of a loose grip that allows her to brush her fingers up and down your spine in a way that makes you a little too weak for words. Or perhaps, that’s her boobs doing that.

In fact, now that you think about it- it has to be her boobs that are the culprit. There’s just no other option. There’s just no way.

Because they’re exactly what you expected them to be like.  Exactly what you hoped they would be like. They’re soft and full and bouncy and ridiculously large as you tilt your head from side to side. They almost never, never stay still as your nose brushes against them- even though they’re still being held in place by Shura’s bikini top. But they look so pillow-like and floaty. Yet heavy and full. You don’t dare try to reach your hand up and grab at one of them, despite the feeling burning inside of you. That’s not what you asked to do. You’re lucky you’re even getting this much.

You’re lucky you’re even getting this.

That’s all you could think about as your eyes peered upward from between her boobs. At this point, she’s leaned back a little to allow herself some comfort and a spot to view your happy and horny expression as you get to indulge in the chance of a lifetime. But you guess she wasn’t expecting you to look this amazed by something she lives with every day. Because Shura- the great and powerful and untamable Shura- was looking down at you with a face of awe as she watched you. She watched you take extra special care whenever you would cause them to jiggle and move and stretch against her top. She watched you take extra special care as you looked at them like they were the most precious thing in this world to you. And she watched you turn your head and place feather-like kisses against her skin. Wherever you could find. Whatever part of her chest you could reach. Your lips found their way there. You had to.

You had to.

It was something you know you wouldn’t have gotten away with if it were any other day. It was something you knew you had to take advantage of now that you were in the perfect position on the perfect night with the perfect woman. It was something you knew you would cherish for all your coming days because they’re just so perfect. Her boobs are just so perfect. She’s just so perfect. But what you didn’t know know? The one thing you didn’t know until you peered back up at the very same woman you were worried would take your life over such a stupid request?

Was just how much she would begin to enjoy this too.

[luminnea]

Happy Birthday Shura!! 🎉🎉🎉

[vnynv]

ocs in funger art style because i'm finally going through termina slowly. anddddd. other stuff i've been drawing in between. and the lines for my f+h icons too as a baker's dozen.

[kayzis]

a very rough rendition of how the alisae/wol reunion in shadowbringers went, to me, in my humble opinion. canon be damned i'll hug those twins

[pfpanimes]

⌕ one piece • shura.

like or reblog if you save/use. 🤍

[adhdnojutsu]

"Pixels who did more for my development than my father"

My favourite character from each of my favourite shows, though it was a close call between Tasuki and Tamahome. Also, Shura is a filler character.

Let's see who they are. Shura is a pirate leader with integrity, probably taught me it's okay to rob big corp and mooch off the system a little.

Zelgadis is a man-made chimera who'll do anything to be human again. I found him relatable because of his unfixable body image issues and the prejudice he encountered as a result.

Tasuki taught me to do right by the people you love, even if it means getting your ass beat.

Kougaiji puts his found family before his orders and despite being the antagonist, he'll help the protagonists for the sake of the greater good because he's not his father (the literal devil).

Itachi is the older brother I'd want mine to be, as in, he makes me an only heir to make up for the shit I had to take from both of them...

Inuyasha is like me, the younger bastard sibling who deserved more than the shitty older sibling who deserved nothing.

Draken is just the son of a whore & born in a brothel, and I'm really nostalgic about my 3 years in that profession, so learning of his background made me all warm and fuzzy.

Reference: a photo of my own found family

[sesiondemadrugada]

Demons (Toshio Matsumoto, 1971).

[yaoioioay]

[goondah]