#silly white hair people

[nirhia]

[sunbloomdew]

he's not fooling anyone

the og meme

[jilted-love]

If you ever find yourself separating Kurama and "Youko" or confused with his character or lore, just replace red-haired Kurama with his white-haired appearance or vice versa and you'll see it's the same character. Red-haired Kurama can be brutal and white-haired Kurama can be soft/silly. Both are always a youko.

P.S. There's a mistranslation here. Mazoku doesn't mean "part" demon. It just means demonic or magical being. On another translation, they use "demonkin". But really, "demon" is enough translation. The leader of the mazoku in Japanese mythology is a maou or demon king/lord. So just demon is enough to mean as mazoku.

[averageludwig]

Sorry About ranting about how the fandom treats demoman but god there is so many things I can talk about. from the exclusion, to the stereotyping him, to mischaracterization and to the weird fetishization... lord. being a demo fan is a hard battle.

[soupysuki]

last ~30 day sketch/wip dump

suzalulusuza brain rot too stronk (・へ・;;)

[wormsical]

somer cruz top 10 normalest

[jays-supersonic-dynamo]

y’all remember that fugidove x bizarro!jay ship idea (concepts n stuff under the cut!)

[blondemadona]

Everyone can have their obsession with whatever and move on but Carmilla will forever hold a place in my heart

[engagemythrusters]

aww the hair on astarions shoulders is cuuute

[icewindandboringhorror]

sleepy mr baby + other random misc images

[nirhia]

[genderqueer-karma]

what the fuck i didn’t expect to cry just now. it’s so amazing how you can connect to people you’ll never meet.

[mewhenifreakit]

how to convince girl I just met that I am actually the love of her life

[actual-corpse]

Idk if y'all saw the curly hair discourse on the Clock app....

But like... I wanna personally fist fight EVERYONE who says white people can't have naturally curly hair like...

The whole fight was white people attacking a white girl because she was sharing a curly hair care routine. In this routine, she kinda scrunched and fluffed her hair so people were screeching that she messed with her hair to force it to curl... All I have to do is SHOWER and brush my hair, leave it the fuck alone and I get perfect ringlets.

[yuri-for-businesswomen]

an elderly woman personally victimised me on public transport today by demanding my seat even though i am disabled so that means old white women are the devil actually.

edit: op is literally white

im so fucking serious when i say that no one is crueler to visibly disabled people than girlies with blue wolfcuts and sharp eyeliner wearing hundred dollar sweaters from shein.

[sttoru]

𝝑𝑒 synopsis. after being married to satoru for two years, you still giggle and (secretly but not so secretly) fangirl about him whenever given the chance. your husband absolutely loves indulging you.

tags. husband!gojo satoru x wife!female reader. fluff, sfw, tiny bits of angst. tooth rotting fluff yeah. reader gets called ‘princess, baby’. inspired by this ask.

“and and and, his smile ‘s just so beautiful,” you sigh dreamily, resting your head on satoru’s lap. you’re both enjoying the cozy night in your shared apartment. with no one bothering you—with no regards for the world that’s continuing its cycle outside.

satoru chuckles as he pats your head slowly, taking his time to appreciate every feature of yours. from your pink-ish lips to your pretty eyes. he’s so in love with the creation god has gifted him. he nods attentively, “yeah? what else?”

you giggle as he indulges you. it’s a habit of yours, to fangirl over your husband like you’re not literally his wife. satoru finds it absolutely adorable. plus, it boosts his ego. in a very good way.

“aaaand, he’s caring. that’s the one thing i love most about him,” you continue to ramble about your little ‘crush’ on that so-called mysterious white-haired sorcerer. satoru wishes he could capture this moment and keep repeating it over and over in his head.

the way you talk about your crush - him - is filling his stomach with butterflies. the tall man can’t deny the faint blush on his cheeks and the fuzzy feeling in his chest. you keep getting cuter and cuter the more time passes.

when he thinks you’ve reached a state of perfection in his eyes, you once again prove him wrong and go beyond that. “caring, hm? he must treat my princess real good then,” satoru hums and continues petting your head. his other hand rubs your stomach—fingers creeping under the material of your nightgown.

“he does,” you nod in agreement, “he treats me so well. i don’t know how i got so lucky to have met him.” you squirm a little as you feel satoru’s slender fingers graze your midriff, going back down to your belly and then back up your chest again. his touch is so intimate and loving. you’re spoiled. spoiled rotten by his affection.

satoru sighs. his white lashes flutter shut for a second. hearing you say such stuff makes him want to check if it’s reality he’s in. if it isn’t another too-good-to-be-true dream of his. no one had loved him as much as you did.

it feels good to know that he’s wanted. needed.

“no, i think he is the lucky one,” satoru continues. his hand petting your head stops and he moves it to rub your cheek tenderly. he leans his head down, the tips of your noses touching. he whispers, “having a pretty girl like you love him so dearly… yeah, he’s won the lottery.”

your heart skips a beat. satoru’s words leave you speechless. you don’t know if you can keep up the little silly act anymore. his flirting, the teasing and the genuineness behind his words—it’s all too much.

you grab the back of his head and push his lips down against yours. satoru’s breath hitches for a second before he gives in to you. he visibly melts, eyes closing and hands tightening their grip around your body.

“mmh,” satoru lets out a content moan. he loves you. he’s glad he’s met you and he’s glad he made you his wife two years back. you’re the only one for him. death won’t do you apart—no—he promised you on your wedding day that it wouldn’t.

you kiss him like it’s your last kiss on earth. the spark between you is still as warm and strong as it was when you met. the people who’ve warned you about the ‘honeymoon phase’ are clearly all wrong. they aren’t aware of the strength your bond with satoru has. you’re inseparable.

“i love you,” you sigh against satoru’s glossy lips and he deepens the kiss after that.

somebody loves him. somebody cares for him. that’s all he needs in life. his life is complete with you in it. he smiles against your lips and says the three words back, with more passion than ever before, “i love you too, my angel.”

nothing will ever separate you. not fate. not anyone.