#that smile smirk idk

[ethien]

SO MUCH RIZZ ♥

[someprettyname]

Did picrew coz I was bored and

That is me peoplessss💁🏻‍♀️

Choppy hairs are an essential when it comes to me because I do that torture to my hair every few months

i wanna see what y'all look like too if that ain't a bother 🥹

Tagging : @jujutsustraycats @hooudie212 @merlucide @melodiclune @riririnnnn (ofc I wanna know what my daughter looks like :>) @soleilonthesun @luvingshidou

Teehee! This is just for funsies so no pressure xD

[h0wt0sleep]

i combust every time nymphia does this little smirk/smile

[harbingersecho]

six fanarts thing - ty to everyone who gave me the chs!!

[mokutone]

thank you to THELadyFister111 for the kofi tip!!! here is a drawing of major kira 😄

[blamemma]

Daniel Ricciardo | Media Pen, Spa Francorchamps | 📸 Peter Fox

[genderfluidcrowley]

I love it when David Tennant does that little funny thing with his voice. I don’t know what it is he does exactly, but it is amazing.

Like when he says “his royal smugness is in trouble? that’s so sad” or “you blew up your halo?”

[eerna]

pausing and unpausing the wrestling scene like an idiot because Mizu smiles and laughs so much in it but she is out of frame and moves too quickly for me to properly save it to my memory bank

[francisforever2014]

does the girl in my chicana feminisms class that i keep catching looking at me and then looking away when we make eye contact won’t me or no

[darkclouud9]

having difficulty with human bodies so ✨️eyes!!✨️

plus very few handwriting headcanons (see Fleep, Barry and Carrie)

[cutielatias]

[deivorous]

Hey Grimm... have you ever accidently... started...a cult?

.

.

.

Cause if so, I could use some advice on how to disband one in a timely manner.

*bang. Bang on the door*

Pretty please 🥺🙏🥺🙏

"No."

"But you can disband one with a suicide pact."

[evintide]

five times smiled ( oh god from twilight oh fuck )

five times drabble prompts » ★ !!

ONE » this realm is strange. despite the imposed twilight that now coats it’s very essence, the air feels thick, ill with intent and filled with unfamiliar scents. at least her malformed figure can move freely through this gloom, and for that she is thankful. it does little to tamp down on her nerves however, ever eager to figure out her next step. visiting that princess had given her some ideas on what to do, but little with which to enact them. she had to steal away whenever one of her mutated kin came to check up on the hylian ruler, an act that always struck a bolt of shame and anger through her heart.

but she had to bide her time. soon. soon. Zant and his strange new god could not be all seeing, so there had to be a weak spot with which she could exploit. she'd been able to hide away a large piece of one of their most precious relics from the usurper during her escape, but in it’s fractured state she stood no chance against him. she needed help… but the thought of praying to her ancestors felt wrong. they hadn’t come to her in her time of need, why would they now?

perhaps she disregards their grace too soon, or maybe it’s a genius stroke of luck. whichever it is, something answers her inward pleas. someone screams in the distance — one that lacks the garbled tone of the transformed twili, nor the lyrical voice of those unchanged. hope compels her forward and it takes mere minutes for Midna to find the source.

they find him before she does. not that it will do anything to stop her, but it serves as a bump in her path. no matter, she thinks, watching as the large beast is dragged away by one of Zant's minions. she knows what he is even if those who take him do not. he has to have been sent to her for a reason and she won’t let him slip out of her grasp so easily. she has a good enough idea on where they’re going, and as a devilish smile splits her lips apart, she knows soon enough her plans will start coming together.

TWO » the story is old. like ash on her tongue and bitterness in her heart, she lays out the darkness that has stained her tribe from its very inception. a tale she’s heard since birth, the mold with which she and her kinsmen were created and warned not to repeat. the secret that had torn their world in two, and bound her to a realm just beyond reach. not that he would know. very few did here, she surmised, and while that offered her a marginal amount of comfort before, knowing that he remained in the dark did not. she owes him that much, after everything.

she floats behind Link, material now in the scorching light, but unable to bring herself to look at him while her tale unfolds. would he think any different of her, knowing who she came from? of what she sought now, even after causing him so much anguish?

she inhales sharply, closes her lone eye and chooses to face the sun. not the one that freely beams across her shadowed skin, but the one that has been her constant through it all. if she was to make such an daunting request, she’d best do it face to face. thus she floats before Link, casting aside any hesitation and requests his help. his companionship, his support.

“ you’ll come with me, won’t you? "

the smile he gives is quiet, reassuring, and above all else brilliant to her. she knows not what to say in the face of it, giving only the smallest of nods before dashing back into his shadow. Midna tells herself the warmth that spreads through her is from the foreign sensation of being in the desert sun. but the other, wiser part of her knows it comes from the equally small smile that sneaks its way across her face.

THREE » she isn’t against him helping others. far from it, given how patient and understanding he has been through her own requests. ( or demands to be specific, but that's something she was working on… ) still, it’s hard to find any sort of understanding in this odd little side quest of his. with the once hidden village now cleared out of bulblin’s, the town of Kakariko had unexpectedly become over run with… cats. very needy cats, at that. a proverbial wave of which loved to shadow the hylian hero wherever he went now, cloying after him in a chorus of meows.

she had half a mind to remind him they had other things to do — some very important things at that. but the way his eyes lit up with every new little furry friend that approached made her give pause. maybe she shouldn’t be this surprised at how animals flocked to him — she’d seen the array with which were kept back at his home village, and the way small pups and other cats chased him in the streets of the city. so seeing him flocked after so fervently in the middle of nowhere shouldnt be too much of a change of pace.

he didn’t have to say anything to her after chatting up with the village’s lone cucco. one look of those large blue eyes told her enough of what she needed to know. so with a roll of her lone eye, the twili gave a shrug of surrender.

“ alright, fine. but there’d better be something good after all this. ”

she couldn't figure out if he was wagging his tail because of her acquiescence or her inevitable smile, but Midna didn’t bother to give it much thought.

FOUR » her heart breaks a little when Zelda leaves her. but she is back, in her own mind and form, and that is enough. even if she cannot return to her own, Midna, for the first time in what feels like forever, is glad to see that someone who has given up so much can be graced with another chance. it’s hard to face the other princess, her returning radiance nearly blinding, once silent kindness given word. spoken so softly but strong enough to shatter the imp’s heart. she can’t find the right words to say — whether to offer thanks, apology, or both all at once.

none of them are given the chance -- not before the force of Ganondorf reforms again, a malignant curse that refuses to accept defeat no matter how much they push back. the trio turns to see the shadowy cloud form a cruel, snarling face, down but not out, even after being twice struck down.

Midna inhales, closes her eye. so. it’s come to this.

with a subtle flex she summons the shards of her ancestors relic once more, feels the dark energy radiate power as they circle her to fit together over her figure. she doesn’t have to look at Link to know he understands what’s about to happen. hears the sharp inhale, feels the reach of his hand. the least she can do is send them off with one final smile; an attempt of mirroring the same they had both gifted her throughout their journey. a silent thank you, for all that they’ve done, what they’ve sacrificed, in the name of her selfishness and narrow minded view.

it was time to return the favor, win or lose. and she would not have them face any more danger on her behalf.

as the helm reconnects and the power of darkness thrums through her, Midna's smile remains. they’re safe, and that’s all that matters.

FIVE » she always relished leaving people speechless. the reaction she receives is expected, but no less enjoyed when he outright beams. a source of light in his own right, the twili ruler couldn’t help but laugh, and their reunion is warm, exhausted, and damp with joyous tears.

but their time is finite, even if they don’t know it. she does, for in her heart of hearts she knows what must be done. even as the sun begins to peak over the mountains in the distance, Midna wills it to slumber just a little longer, as they traverse over soil and sand to make their way towards her home. her final destination, and theirs the beginning of a new chapter.

may ignorance be bliss, as he still smiles. she as well, but with a more somber edge. maybe her fellow queen knows, but Midna doesn’t try to look too deeply for it. fears it, almost, for the warmth she once shared with Zelda is now just a budding memory, so she tries to make up for it in gentle touches and coy smirks. if Zelda notices, she doesn’t say, and for that Midna will always be thankful.

goodbyes are always difficult. hyrule’s queen is pragmatic but kind, Link her silent but gentle advocate. seeing them there, together and whole, is like having two pieces of a puzzle finally laid out before her. yet, those pieces belong elsewhere. so she resolves herself, turning to take the last few steps towards home, and at the top looks down at them one final time.

her breath hitches, lips tremble. and as the tear falls, she reaches out, then retreats. as the glass shatters, she looks at him with a watery gaze and smiles.

" ... see you later. "

[addictsitter]

"mr. schue, is he your son?"

jesse's fucking face at that

[dramarants]

am I the only one who gets ji chang wook romcom vibes from luo yunxi's yuan shuai?

[kid--stardust]

What's Miraii's personality like? How does he spend his time? (((Also can I pet him like an angry kitten)))?

lol, yeah you can, when he's calm he's actually pretty chill about being patted (though you might get a funny look from him)

Miraii is generally a bit of a grouch, with a mood range varying from quiet distaste to snarly cockiness. He's also got severe little brother energy, and quite enjoys needling at people he thinks are acting too haughty for his tastes- he may be the element of rage but he's got his own sense of humor too!

Being as old as he is, he's got a bunch of hobbies, but his favorite hobby is basically arena combat. You'd think that makes him kind of a dick, since he's a godling he'd have an advantage, but he does his best to make it a fair fight! He's not exactly kill-able (he did once throw his Literal Heart at his mother. He's fine!) but the fights aren't to the death either. In fact the scar on his face was from his hobby- he actually kind of likes it when his opponent is able to hurt him! he might be a bit of a masochist but that's besides the point-

lil bonus fun fact- the side-braid he's got is meant to match with his mom's!