I had promised a KiriBaku kid something like months ago, and tbh most of the reason why it took me this long is because I couldn’t pick between these two so?? In the end just have them both I guess - some info about them under cut, in case you wanna know more!!
Inspired by various tumblr posts about humans being the weird ones in alien relations.
what about boredom? Like how would aliens deal with the humans being bored, and their little ways of coping with it… Like tapping fingers on a desk, foot jiggling, pen clicking, whistling, humming, making a tune by banging a spoon against their cheek while waiting for food to be ready.
humans have so many weird things they do just to keep occupied, even for just a few seconds of boredom. how would another species perceive that?
Various King dickhead doodles inspired by @circateas cuz they were drawing a bunch of scary dice and I wanted to contribute
(Ft. Mic gettin that juicy gossip or probably dice just dissing the shoes some broad is wearing)
Can I just say that I just LOVE BD's character design? The balance between the design's likability and interesting characteristics is so perfect. Some people think that her design is a step down but I think it's a gigantic step up. Her sillouette is stronger, her facial complexion gives her more personality, the various sources of inspiration! One of the best in the show imo
i agree with what you said, and let me elaborate!
look at the diamonds we’ve met so far, and how their design says everything about their personalities
first look at the leading lines here. everything about bd’s design seems to be pulling her down, giving her overall posture a very droopy feeling. and what do you know- Blue diamond lives with the ever existing burden of grief, and she allows it to pull her down. literally. she doesnt have many straight lines, or corners for that matter.
in Yellow’s case- many corners. many straights. every time two lines meet it creates an angle. she’s super pointy. she doesnt seem very approachable… well, she isn’t. she’s harsh. and the design tells you that before she even speaks.
this is made super clear when u look at their silhouettes
and the most amazing thing? they have the exact same body type!
it’s the same proportions, but YD is slightly taller b\c heels+hair. (maybe BD is wearing heels too but i doubt it)
you just don’t notice it, because the people who designed them were professionals who clearly knew what they were doing.
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So since I showed everyone the outside I figured I’d share what the inside of my house looks like now. With the addition of the new Hingan furniture pieces thanks to 4.1 Numei’s house looks a lot more what I hoped it would be. Thanks to @zevet-xiv for doing the window-wall trick cause I didn’t know how to!
Not sure if this is what you wanted as I’m not
well-versed (verse, get it?) in song fics so I’ve just used the title and
various lines for inspiration as I saw fit. Hope it pleases you :)
Harry stared down at the blank space on the charmed parchment. Everybody had been given one. They were expected to write their first preference for an eighth year roommate. The only problem was that Harry had no idea whose name to write. He wasn’t allowed
to room with someone from his own house so Ron was out. And who else did he want to be stuck with for a full year? Ernie Macmillan? Justin Finch-Fletchley? Not
At that moment, the
door of the compartment Harry was sharing with Ron and Hermione started to
slide open, and Harry gladly looked up, thankful for the
distraction. Draco Malfoy’s head appeared, his eyes darting around rapidly
until they landed on Harry.
Ron stood up. He hadn’t
quite forgiven Malfoy for the past seven years. “What do you want, ferret?”
fluttered, his face dropping into something vulnerable for a moment. But the
moment passed quickly. He pulled himself to full height and slammed the door
wide open. “Not that it’s any of your business, Weasel, but I need to speak with Potter, alone.”
Harry’s eyes widened
in surprise, but he found himself jumping to his feet immediately, ready to
follow Malfoy. Hermione’s voice stopped him.
“I don’t think it’s
wise to speak alone with him, Harry.”
“Yeah,” Ron agreed, “I
wouldn’t be surprised if he just wanted to curse you, or break your nose
humorlessly and turned his gaze on Harry. “Potter’s left his fair share of
nasty scars on me as well.”
Harry’s eyes travelled
to Malfoy’s concealed torso and a vivid image of bright red slashes of dripping
blood played in his mind. He looked back up to Malfoy’s narrowed eyes – he was
still waiting for an answer.
Harry nodded to
Malfoy, ignoring the advice from his friends, and followed him out into the
corridor, making sure to close the door tightly behind him. He was curious to
hear what Malfoy might want to speak privately about.
Malfoy kept walking
further down the corridor and turned into an alcove between two baggage racks.
Harry followed, but instantly regretted it. The alcove was rather small and
Malfoy had a couple of inches on him, so he found himself staring directly at
cherry-red lips. It was all too intimate and Harry didn’t like how hard it was
to resist leaning up and planting a kiss on his ex-arch-enemy, Draco Malfoy. What
kind of thought was that, anyway?
Harry quickly averted
his eyes and looked up to meet Malfoy’s staring down at him curiously. He
mustn’t have looked away quick enough. A blush crept over his face as he waited
for Malfoy to speak.
“I must thank you,
Potter,” Malfoy began, in the curt formal matter he had addressed Harry in all
throughout his trial. “If you hadn’t spoken for me, I wouldn’t be here now. I
am in your debt. Name your price.”
“My-my price?” Harry
“I wish to repay you
for your help. I’m aware you already have some gold, but I can assure you with
my family incarcerated, I’ve recently come into some new money and– “
“I don’t want gold,”
Harry interrupted. He already had more than he’d ever need. His tastes weren’t quite
as lavish as Malfoy’s.
puckered inwards, some of his formality dropped. “Then what do you want? Name
it, and it’s yours.”
Harry shrugged. “There’s nothing I want. Let’s just be friends, okay?”
Malfoy’s eyebrows shot upwards. “You’d like me to repay the debt with friendship?”
‘No, what I mean is: friends help friends without expecting anything in
return. If we’re friends, that means there’s no debt.”
“Friends.” Malfoy repeated the word in obvious distaste.
“Only if you want to be of course. I’m not going to force – “ Harry
stopped short, his eyes dropping down to Malfoy’s tongue which had darted out
to lick his lips. He let out a shuddering breath. The proximity to Malfoy was
affecting him poorly.
When he looked back up, he could tell his own actions had not gone
unnoticed. Malfoy was looking down at him with intensity, in a way that made
Harry think perhaps Malfoy didn’t have a problem with the words friends at all.
In fact, perhaps he was very interested in becoming friendly with Harry Potter.
And if Harry was still in doubt, it was erased seconds later when Malfoy
tilted his head down and closed the miniscule distance between them, bringing
their lips together. At first Malfoy pulled in fast and Harry half expected
(and definitely would have welcomed) a frenzied, passionate snog, but as soon
as their lips met, everything slowed. The kiss was soft and gentle, brief but
lingering. It was magic, madness, heaven and sin all at once, and it left Harry
When their lips parted, everything sped up again. Malfoy pulled back as
if he’d been stung, his face flitting through a thousand different expressions
as if trying to work out how he should be reacting. He settled on a sneer.
Although familiar, Harry found it didn’t suit him at all.
He pushed past Harry and strode off down the corridor without another
word, an obvious pink flush on the back of his usually pale neck. Harry watched
him go, a giddy smile playing on his lips.
Harry composed himself before returning to his compartment brushing off
Ron and Hermione’s concerns. He had something else on his mind. Something
reckless. It might be a terrible mistake but he couldn’t help but make it. Harry Potter had a blank space and now he knew
exactly whose name to write.
Steve McGarrett comes back home for his father’s funeral,determined to bring down the monster who killed his pack member and meets Detective Danny Williams;new to the island, too snarky for his own good and human. Offended, he immediately accepts the Governor’s offer to run a task force and takes over the case but quickly finds himself looking for the humans help when he hits a wall. A human that makes his wolf feel ridiculously happy by being very,very tactile and keeps seeing things he shouldn’t be able to. A human who’s probably going to end up getting killed by one of the things he’s not suppose to be seeing while most definitely dragging Steve down with him to the Underworld when he goes.
Or an AU where Steve’s a scary (but adorable and love starved) werepuppy werewolf who keeps picking fights with other Supernaturals and whose wolf is completely besotted with a bitter Danny whose life is made
10,000 times harder than it is by being able to see ghosts, developing some freaky powers
and constantly trying to keep the ass of his dumb werewolf Navy SEAL partner safe .(ft. Kono the water spirit and Chin the dragon).