#//Uhh; shit; what do I trigger tag with

[thethingything]

got reminded that a specific event is coming up that's triggering for us but that we can't really avoid and on the one hand we're better at dealing with it than we used to be but on the other hand it is still a strong reminder of a bunch of abuse we experienced as a teenager

[proshippers-against-censorship]

Okay just an inconsequential mini vent/rant about internet/social media culture these days, specifically on tumblr. I fuckign HATE how certain tags can't be searched; you only get a stupid ass patronizing message and a redirect. And it doesn't even work the way they intended to, like, for example in the case of death right? Can't search it as a topic on it's own, but what we can do, for some reason is search 'tw death'... which is not exactly a neutral tag, since you know, it's a trigger warning tag. So I can't search for death-related folklore, discussion or beliefs with the tag 'death'? But I can specifically search for 'tw death' that yields people's venting, depression, suicidal thoughts, extreme negativity etc. etc. and this supposed to "protect" me?? as a user????? from WHAT exactly huh???? How does this shit help me hUh

I fucking hate HATE the sanitization of the Internet I hate it I HATE IT SO MUCH. IT'S so. THOROUGHLY unHELPFUL

(I may or may not also be extremely salty that I can look up dadson but not momson for some nonsense shitty reason but uhh that's another topic almost so)

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[ask-dare-my-bbieal-au]

hi hello! uhh new ask blog this is new i’m new to this help me hidjdjjskd

main: @churrothezanyrabbit (mostly active-ish there)

i have a discord, feel free to ask for it in messages!

for this blog, and especially due to me being new, asks won’t be answered right away at the beginning, and may take some time, so please be patient with me! (i’m begging for my autistic ass cuz i’ll get stressed out 😭🙏)

rules/dni’s for this blog!!

dni!!

basic dni, y’know, the obvious

dni if you are ableist, homophobic/transphobic, pedophile/pedo supporter, incest-liker/incest supporter, and y’know just the basics just DON’T BE A FUCKING JERK, and no fetish shit ew/lh

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rules!!

don’t send nsfw asks (dirty jokes are fine, just don’t make them too explicit)

magic anons are allowed just don’t do weird shit like turning a kid into an adult just so you can like them (bc if you like a child character, example being suzy[aka playtime], you’re getting mcfucking BLOCKED YOU WEIRDO), otherwise typical normal (i use that term lightly) magic asks are fine

for the love of dr reflex don’t do any m!preg asks bc to me that counts as an nsfw ask and i will not do it

no fetish art i’m not doing that it’s a nono for me (doesn’t count as nsfw, like what you want as long as it isn’t illegal but don’t bring it to me please/lh)

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things i WILL do!

draw (obv, possibly commissions but it depends)

post randomly bc i’m weird like that or im just bored

draw blood/gore/etc (but if it’s heavy i’ll prob censor it, bc ofc, people have triggers and i don’t want to disrespect them, tho if it’s light or whatever i’ll post it)

constantly give new headcanons to the characters (i’m autistic let me do my thing and you do yours without being a dick)

have sporadic on-and-off moments (as in i might not post for a hot while and then have this sudden spur of posting stuff quickly)

attempt to draw oc’s and such (as long as they’re not complicated)

draw other baldi’s OF COURSE :D (as long as they’re not problematic or too hard to draw 🥲🙏)

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things i WON’T do!

draw nsfw (obv)

post uncensored heavy gore

have any minor (y’know, like kid) characters do anything normal wear anything even remotely sexual in any way shape or form

accept asks relating to any political stuff or anything in the irl world (this world is purely fictional, and this is partly comfort for me to escape reality, so please don’t 🫶)

NO M!PREG I’M STATING IT TWICE

ship oc x canon/draw it (sorry it is just weird to me a little bit, ofc i have no problem with it but i don’t want it on this blog, respectfully! however i’ll be willing to draw said oc :3 …if it isn’t complicated 🥲)

interact with problematic content/au’s/other stuff (and if there is any other stuff that is problematic please let me know asap cuz i don’t want to support problematic creators!)

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reblogs are heavily appreciated!!

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my version of baldi is shipped with my partner’s version of baldi, who is named harris. if you are interested in princibaldi, baldiflex, or princibaldiflex or whatever else you ship then, don’t come to this blog, please. if anything, i’ll be posting it on my main, which is up there! i like those 3 ships, ofc, but i won’t be doing them here./lh

i will not stand for negativity and hate towards this blog, and if you send me an ask directed with hate towards me and/or my versions of the characters anonymously, i will not be answering you. if you don’t like it, get out and block me or something because i’m not taking shit from nobody.

i use tone tags! (please use them back i���m begging)

finally, take the boye!!

the polymorph who is indeed only 4’11”….. (will give other info later)

Phineas King Baldimore!

(he/they)

[foxofninetales]

Unlearn the Way of Being Strangers by afrikate, cryptive, fox_of_nine_tales, frith_in_thorns, Hils, Merinnan, mimosaeyes, MountainRose, Onmyo-Jin (silvercolour), rainisfallingdown, WindStainedDreams

Fandom: DMBJ | The Grave Robber’s Chronicles and related fandoms

Relationship: Hei Xiazi/Liu Sang/Xie Yuchen

Rating: Teen

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Action/Adventure, Post-Canon, canon-typical tomb creatures, Injury, Caretaking, Mind Control, Tentacles but not like that

Summary:

Having finally regained his hearing and his health after his Thunder City adventures with the Iron Triangle, Liu Sang is looking forward to a new contract with a new employer. With Xie Yuchen's reputation for competence and the resources he has to draw on, this should be a smooth, professional tomb raid that gives Liu Sang a chance to showcase his skills. What could go wrong? Well, for starters, Hei Xiazi is there.

Excerpt:

Liu Sang wiped his nose irritably; if there was some sort of hyper-allergenic mold down here he was going to be livid–

Oh. His fingers and the back of his knuckles were smeared with something dark, and a flash from his flashlight lit it up bright, virulent red.

"Oh fuck, uhh–" he had tissues somewhere, right? Shit, he’d emptied his pockets when he got doused…

"Use this," Xie-ye said, handing him... was that silk? Definitely too nice a handkerchief to bring into a tomb – unless, apparently, your name was Xie Yuchen. "What happened?

"Nothing," Liu Sang said, reluctantly taking the handkerchief. It really was far too nice to get bloodstains all over it, but it seemed it was that or nothing. "No, really," he added as he held the handkerchief to his nose, catching Xie Yuchen's sceptical look. "I didn't hit it, or smell anything, or get anything in my face, or anything like that. It just started bleeding." He shrugged. "It's just a nosebleed. They happen."

“Did you hear anything before it started bleeding?” Hei Xiazi had materialised next to him, holding up some more standard paper tissues.

That triggered a niggling in Liu Sang's mind. There was something he was supposed to do. He shook his head to try to clear it. The door was open. Right. He needed to map the mechanism he could hear.

"Hey, did you hear me?" Hei Xiazi asked, putting something in his hand. What had he said before? Something about listening?

"I'm listening, the floor's hollow–"

"I'm asking you about the bells, Sangsang," he repeated. "Stop listening, put your white noise in."

There were people on all sides now, the medic, and Mop, and Xie Yuchen was touching his shoulder, and they all had nice, solid heartbeats that he didn't want to stop hearing, actually. "No, no, I'm listening–"

There were suddenly too many hands on him. He felt claustrophobic. He tried to bat them away but they kept coming back. Someone forced his earphones in his ears and turned up the white noise, and suddenly the world felt bleak, like he had lost something precious. He needed to listen. Why didn't they understand?

He tasted some warm and salty on his tongue and his knees hurt – had he fallen? Where was the music?

He tried to get up again, but someone had a hand on his shoulder and he just couldn't get the leverage. Warm, sticky, salty, unswallowable something filled the back of his throat and he was going to choke, off, off, get off–

He heaved over onto his side and coughed, violently enough that his ribs ached. In the harsh light-and-shadow, the ground misted red in front of him.

Commentary:  

This fic came about over on the Yucun Discord when Jin suggested cooperatively group-writing a fic just for the fun of it. Well, you can't go wrong with that DMBJ standard, the tomb crawl, and all of us are whump enthusiasts (in fact , I think most of the authors still lovingly refer to this by its working title, Tomb of Whump) so we set out to make our boys suffer and see where the plot took us. Nine months, 176k words, and a whole lot of hurt and comfort later, the entire fic is available to read on AO3!

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[gh0stsp1d3r]

Tangerines and deers part 10

Tag list: @slut-f0r-u

Series masterlist

The white death stepped onto the train, to see his daughter.

“Daughter.” He said in Russian.

“Father.” She said back.

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Ladybug stepped out with the briefcase. It beeped.

“Hey, uh, fellas, I’m looking for a Mr. Death. Got his case here.” He said to a few assassins. They snapped their heads to the strange man, carrying the case, and wearing a little bracelet with a deer and a ladybug charm. he got one for himself as well, to match with you.

“Hey, easy.” He said, as they roughly took the case. They hit him in the stomach, he groaned and fell to his knees.

They drew sharp blades and he sighed.

“Hurt people hurt people.”

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You watched the scene go down, while moving from car to car, as he slowly got farther and farther.

“He’ll be fine, love.” Tangerine grabbed your hand, and started to run.

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“I came to see you.” The prince said.

“Hm.”

“And to make you finally see me. The real me.”

“Hm.”

“I built myself up from the nothing you gave me. All do I could be the one in front of you today…” she looked down at her gun, and brought it to his face.

“My finger on the trigger. I was the one… who deserved your attention. Your love. I’m more like you than that little fuckup ever was.”

He took her gun, she breathed heavily. He laughed and pointed it at her as she cried.

“Do it. I came here to kill you. So kill me. Kill me like you did all the others who tried the same. Do it. Fucking do it!”

He moved the gun up, and imitated a gun shot to tease her. “Pow.” He laughed and went closer to her.

“I see you, dochka. I always have.” He grabbed her jaw. “But you have never been part of my plan.” He pushed her aside, his men following after him.

“We found the American!” One said, and the white death looked at him on his knees.

“What about the others?”

“They’re all dead. Uh, good news is I have your case.”

“Ay, good news, good news.”

“Clear the train.”

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“All right, Thomas. Time for you to start up-“ Lemon said, and paused.

“Oh shit, everything’s in Japanese. There is no episode in Japanese. What the f-“

You and Tangerine went against the man’s orders, and went to help Kimura anyways.

“Thought you could use the help.” You shrugged when he asked what you were doing there. You grabbed the katana out of your back holster.

“Hell yeah.” You muttered, waiting around the corner with it as tangerine stood far away from you.

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“Get on the ground!” One of his men told the man, he kneeled onto the floor.

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“Man, I got a bad feeling about this. We have no idea what’s in this case.”

“What are you talkin’ about?” The other assassin said.

“Why is it always gotta be us that opens this shit?”

“Just open the case. I’d like to keep my fuckin’ arms.”

“Uhh, Mr. Death, if I may? The shadow buyer, who bought all our contracts, got us all on this train, Me, the hornet, Tangerine, Lemon.. Deer. That was you, right?” Ladybug asked.

“Yes, very astute. I brought you on this train hoping you’d kill each other.”

“Okay. Well, um… if I could… why?”

“Why you do what you do?”

“You know I’ve been asking that very question. I kept going because of deer, but… now I have no reason too, honestly.” He said, trying to sell it that she was dead. If he found out , and he killed her himself, he would’ve never forgave himself

“If it’s so safe, why didn’t he just open it? What if it’s a bomb and it blows up in our faces? You think these stupid masks are gonna protect us?”The assassin said.

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“All these years later… the burden of your betrayal still heavy upon your heads. Let me relieve you of both.” The elder said, the assassins looked confused.

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“My wife… was taken from me.”

“I heard. I’m so sorry for your loss. It was a horrible accident.”

The white death laughed “Horrible.”

“Oh, no, no. No. Nothing in life is an accident. It was an assassination attempt on me. Fate put two wet work operatives, twins, on a job in Bolivia, butchering my entire crew. And I had to go deal with it.”

Ladybug snapped his head to him, and looked as he put the puzzles together.

“Oh shit. Deers boyfriend and his brother killed his crew! This makes everything worse.” He thought.

“Fate put a girl, only 16 years old, and had her eliminate 2 of my entire buildings with only her hands and a sword.”

“Deer?” He asked him, a little shocked. He didn’t even know you did other jobs before you worked with him, Maria had said she was new.

“Yes, fate was when I left the hospital as soon as I heard, and left her alone. And then I got a call, saying she had died.”

“Oh. That- that sucks, honestly.”

“That is why it was my wife in the car that night, not me. Fate put my wife in the hospital. A piece of her rib, piercing her heart. Only the most skilled cardiovascular surgeon could save her life. But two nights earlier, this surgeon was poisoned. Fate. Fate again.”

“And then the hornet killed the surgeon! Holy shit.” He thought.

“Don’t wanna sound judgmental, but if you hired the hornet, you had your own kid killed?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Okay.”

“Oh, yes I did. The piece of shit. That night… I told her not to leave. To wait for me. But she promised it was the last time we would ever bail him out of trouble. Well, I suppose she was right. If I had amputated that weakness out of my life years ago, she would still be by my side!”

“Yeah, it helps to process this. I have- I have a good therapist.”

“I loved my wife very much. She taught me a valuable lesson. If you do not control your fate… it will control you.”

“Hm. Hm?” He was a little confused at the saying.

“So I took control. I brought them all here to die. But now there is only one left. Mr. Carver.”

“Whoa. Uh… excuse me?” He said, fucking carver. He thought.

“The man who murdered my wife.”

“Bro-“

“Just open it.” The assassin said.

“Fine!” The other assassins opened the case, and it exploded as Ladybug yelled “Im not carver!”

The assaisains flew back, and they were now on the train.

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The older man threw his hat, and he grabbed the assassins weapon, and sliced his neck with it.

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You held your stance, and held the katana tight, but not too tight. You held it only slightly above your head, and waited for the assassin to come there.

You sliced his neck, he immediately went into the floor and you laughed.

“Can’t believe I remembered that.” You smirked, and Tangerine just looked at you in admiration.

And then Kimura hit the other ones with a heavy bottle, which also worked. Then he grabbed another katana from the other assassin. You let him do the work, putting yours away and looked back to tangerine.

(Bitch we twinninnn 🤭😜)

“I think he’s got it. We should probably go help Lemon now.” You said.

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Ladybug was upside down, he groaned. At least the plan worked. He thought.

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You both ran over to Lemon.

“Oh shit, something’s happening.” He said and the train started to move. He ran through some signs, and the remaining assassins ran onto the train quickly.

Tangerine grabbed his shoulder and looked over it.

“How the hell do you know how to drive a train?” You asked him.

“I don’t!”

“Wha- never mind. You don’t know how to slow this damn thing down?!” You said, and was going to help him when you noticed something.

Ladybug opened the door, and you turned your head to him.

“You’re safe.” You said, relieved.

“I promised, right? And when have I ever broken a promise?”

“A lot of times.” You laughed, and hugged him. He laughed too.

You guys stopped and turned back to Lemon.

“Hey, so far so good. You can stop the train.”

“About that, I took the velocity of the train and divided it by the mass, and I realize that I don’t know how to fuckin’ drive a bullet train!”

“All you talk about is trains! How the hell do you not know?” Tangerine groaned in annoyance.

“Man, Thomas is a metaphor for lie, not how to actually drive- Get down!” He said, as some assassins started to shoot.

Tangerine grabbed you by your waist and you both ducked on the floor, right in front of a seat and in front of ladybug.

The assassin had to reload, and you, Ladybug, and Tangerine were going to get up, before Lemon yelled “I got this! Stop the train!”

“What?!”

Lemon kicked one, and they all fell down like bowling pins.

“Uh- Deer, you know how to read Japanese, right?!” Ladybug looked at you.

“Yeah! But I don’t understand what any of this fucking means! I don’t know shit about trains-“

“I got them, take care of this.” Tangerine said, as another assassin came up behind you guys.

“English, English, English, English, Brakes!” Ladybug scanned through the book. “We’re good! I got it!”

Then, the manual dropped and all the pages went flying. While he was distracted, he noticed another train. They were on the wrong track.

“Hang on!”

“We’re on the wrong track!” You grabbed onto the seat next to you, and you were next to ladybug.

Once that was over, there was fire next to you.

“I’m sorry I shot you!” Lemon apologized to Ladybug.

“Actually, it was like, twice!”

“Apologize later, fucking Do something!” Tangerine said, and knocked out the last assassin.

“Sorry?”

“You show me twice!” But one of the assassins on top of the train made his way down, landing directly on top of you. You groaned as he sat on top of you.

Tangerine kicked him off, and hit him with the fire extinguisher repeatedly.

“I’m sorry for shooting you twice!”

“Thanks man! That shows real growth!” You groaned and held your head, and just laid there in the chaos.

The fire extinguisher was out, and tangerine grabbed your hand and helped you up.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck.” Ladybug smashed the buttons with it, and then threw it back, which hit another assassin. He pushed the red button and the door opened, he flew out.

“My head hurts.” You muttered, sitting down.

There was only one assassin left, behind Lemon. Ladybug threw the knife at him.

“Hey, and I’m sorry for almost killing you.” He looked at tangerine, as he sat next to you and held your hand.

Tangerine just gave him a scowl.

Another assassin got up, and lemon dove out of the train.

Tangerine got up, and yelled for him.

“What the fuck!” You said.

You got up, and stood next to Ladybug now.

You saw the emergency brakes, and quickly got down. You worked with the wires, while ladybug watched.

Tangerine watched as well, And it was annoying. You groaned in frustration. “Fuck it.” You muttered, and ripped all the wires out.

The train started to slow down, and ladybug gave you a high five.

But then, tangerine grabbed you as soon as he saw the wall. You guys ran through the wall, and ladybug fell onto you both, all three of you went through the whole train.

Then, it stopped completely in a village. Ladybug and tangerine groaned, and got up.

Tangerine looked around, panicked.

He saw you, eyes closed and on the ground.

“Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck.” He said, and ladybug went next to him.

“She’s breathing. She’s fine, She probably just passed out. Her heads fragile.” He said, with a quiet laugh as he remembered the multiple times you’ve passed out.

Then, he looked back to see the white death.

“Oh, fuck.” He said as he pointed the gun at ladybug.

“About your wife, I had nothing to do with that. It’s a mistake. I’m not carver. I- We only do snatch and grab jobs.” He gestured to himself and you, who laid on the ground.

“The carver! I want the carver! I hired the carver!”

“No, he had a stomach thing, man. We’re just filling in.”

Then, you got up, breathing heavily.

“How’d I survive that?” You muttered and looked down at your broken hand.

Tangerine sighed in relief, kissing your forehead.

“For what it’s worth, carver is a dick.”

“Biggest dick I’ve seen in my life.” You said, and groaned again, hitting your head against the remains of the train.

“The most cunning assassin.. Maybe the laziest.”

The white death pointed the gun to you. It clicked. Tangerine immediately stood in front of you.

“Don’t think your gun works, man.” You laughed as the gun only clicked. Ladybug snickered.

He pulled out another. “Oh come on! Just let it go, I was 16.” You giggled and stared at him.

That gun didn’t work either. Because once he shot it again, it shot him in the face instead.

“Oh.”

You laughed hysterically, tangerine looked back at you, confused.

“Oh…”

“That’s so gross, it’s funny.” You laughed again.

“Man, did you really fall that hard?” Ladybug muttered and got up.

“Tan, you look funny.” You muttered and put your finger on his nose. He scrunched his nose again.

“Tan?” He asked, eyebrows scrunched.

“It’s a nickname, duhhh.”

“Why do I need a nickname for a nickname?”

“You don’t. It’s just cute.” You shrugged your shoulder, he sighed as you stood up next to him.

“Just like you.”

“I’m not cute. Never call me that again.” He said.

“Yes you are.” You said in a baby voice.

“Hey, about this plum, shouldn’t the plum give up all resentment? Like-“ Ladybug asked as they all walked. A machine gun fired, and you all looked over to where it came from.

All five of you stopped.

“Oh my god.”

“This bitch again?” You sighed.

“It’s my luck that delivered my fathers corpse at my feet.”

“The narcissism on this chick. Untreatable.”

“She doesn’t look too good.” You said, staring at her bloodied clothes and face.

“Now I am-“ she held the gun up.

“Okay, wait, wait, wait. What is with this fucked up family? You need some suggested reading, if I may. Surviving borderline personality disorder.”

“What?” She asked.

“It’s true.” You shrugged.

“I highly recommend it.”

“Now I am the white d-“ A truck ran her over. A truck full of tangerines, to be exact.

“What was that? Was that karma?”

“It was Lemon.” Tangerine said, and walked over to the driver.

“Farewell, tentomushi.” The older man said.

You looked back to Ladybug, who looked confused.

You just shrugged.

A car pulled up, and you looked over.

“Heyyy!” You said, waving to Maria.

“Maria?”

“Did you come to rescue us?”

“Did you need rescuing?”

“You came to rescue us.”

“Please don’t make me regret it.”

Lemon and tangerine came over to you guys.

“Who’s this?” Tangerine asked.

“Our handler.” You shrugged.

“Oh.” He muttered.

“The.. twins I’m guessing?” She looked to them.

“Yup. Did you know we made out?” You pointed to you and tangerine.

“I can tell..” she muttered, looking at the hickeys on both your necks. You giggled and tangerines face heated up.

“Tangerine, I forgot to ask… where do you live? Like… just-“ you turned to him.

“London.”

“Oh.” You said. A long distance relationship might be hard.

“But… me and Lemon were planning on moving soon anyways.”

[danganronpa-ship-tourney]

If you want to make propaganda you can view the submissions here but please know the second tab which also contains the reasonings submitted has like every TW so be prepared!

Right now the rules of the next section of the tournament are as followed

You WILL be civil to the shippers of the ship you think is worse, no I do not CARE if it's abuse or incest or the most problematic thing in the world, we will be CIVILIZED. If I catch you spewing toxic shit about how all shippers of a ship are horrible terrible people who need to die you WILL be blocked. We are not here for a guilt trip! We are here to have fun being dramatic! Small PLAYFUL pokes are fine, but everyone should have fun even the shippers of the ship you think is worse.

I shouldn't have to specify but be like, actually decent about what you say, I had a person in the forms wishing rape on a character and like bro take that up with your ao3 search results not me or anyone else here. So like, yeah the characters are just characters, but theres a difference between edge and potentially being intensely triggering and uncomfortable for literally no reason.

If you want to make propaganda I advise either light hearted gags at a ships expense,

Example of a light hearted gag would be like a picture of Junko sitting on Mikan kneeling into a bench and a caption like "would you really not vote for this?" thats hilarious and doesn't target actual people.

Or you draw art for the ship that gives you less despair, branch out a bit. Never drawn I dunno Ryoma x Kirumi before but you think its less toxic then uhh Hajime x Mikan? Well here's your chance to try drawing some Ryoma x Kirumi! Make propaganda for the ship you want people to NOT vote for!

I can't enforce this but the tag you want to use for anything you create for this should be "#Despair Ship" this is so people can filter it out more easily. I'm here to cause fun, not make people frustrated because their tag got overrun.

Again I also can't enforce this but remember the point isn't to find the ship that's the most abusive, or the most toxic, its to find the ship that gets the most despair. For instance there are very few ships on the list I find personally more despairing then kokichi and shuichi, and that's because it's a lot harder to stumble on some of the more kneejerk offensive ships compared to how I cannot escape kokichi and shuichi making out no matter how hard i try. Like I said I can't enforce this but if you're wondering why a ship you think is more inherently toxic is losing, this is probably the reason why.

I am also a single person, while I have a friend who is here on the sidelines cheering me on, I hand made the bracket and everything else about this. If the brackets aren't perfectly balanced or a ship you don't like didn't make the cut, remember that I am just a single person.

Voter fraud is allowed and encouraged I'm not a coward this is the voting fraud website if you're determined to make a thousand sock puppet accounts just to make sure Celeste x Togami is the winner then that's the biggest possible powermove and I respect it. Also I guess I accept bribes now, because I think it's funny.

Thank you for all the support I've gotten! While rather small scale compared to other polls, the fact I've got people sending asks and following means a lot to me. Even if I barely get any interaction from here out, I still had fun and am happy to have done this. Voting will either open Saturday or Sunday but if I forget and it's a day or too late then feel free to shake me in the asks by short term memory is Not Good

[plutobutartsy]

some nate facts :3

tagging @swanconcerto and @oceanicwhitetipshark because you guys seemed excited :3 fair warning though:

1. this is really long so don't feel obligated to read everything and

2. i mention nate's dad being an angry asshole specifically in relation to how it's affected nate, but nothing graphic or too in dephth. still, please be mindful of your own triggers <3

he's a werewolf! poor briar (remember, he's scared of dogs, hehe i am so funny)

like briar, he is the youngest child, he has an older brother (isaiah, 19) and an older sister (selah, 26)

nate is short for nathan! him and his siblings all have biblical names (take this with a grain of salt, i did like one google search so if it's wrong. idk)

his dad was a horrible and angry man and nate is constantly haunted by the fear that he will turn out just like his father

it doesn't help that out of all three siblings he looks the most like his dad. he has the same white hair and nose.

he somehow convinced himself that if he let's himself feel any intense emotions, even positive ones, they will turn to anger so he tries to keep a tight lid on everything.

he took some time off school and lived with his mom's childhood friend martha and her husband. they live on a farm in the middle of bum fuck nowhere (not really, just a small village but nate is a city girl (gn))

his mother hoped being away from the city he grew up in, and thus being away from a place he associates his father with, would help him "get over" his issues. with a bit of prodding from selah, their mom also got him a therapist near where he was staying

he still has some resentment towards his mom because of that. he feels like she just gave up on him and decided to push him away and out of her sight

despite that, his time away really did help him with accepting his emotions more but if you look too closely, you can see his smile falter a bit! :)

additionally, whenever he feels even the slightest bit of anger he panics and bolts

i should mention that his pack (formed by his parents and now solely run by his mother) used to treat him like a ticking time bomb because of his similarities to his father so uhh that did NOT help

of course not the ENTIRE pack but a few of the older members treating him that way was enough

that's why being away from all that was so good for him, it was just so refreshing to be treated like a person and to not only be allowed to feel freely, but to be encouraged to do so

his treatment has improved since he got back (thanks to his siblings letting it be known they won't tolerate this shit any longer) but he still gets dirty looks from time to time

there's rumors going around at his school that he spent his time away in juvie because his anger issues got the best of him

all this is very sad and tragically ironic since he's SUCH a sweetheart, always has been

evie transferred to his school like a month before nate came back and when he did, some people told evie that he was bad news and she was like what. he's a saint.

he loved being on the farm and really bonded with the animals. named every single one of them and can tell which is which no matter how similar they all look.

still visits and helps whenever he can

the type to be late to meetings because he got caught up helping every single person in his sight

sometimes just squats down on the side walk to watch the ants go about their stuff. he's hypnotized.

when he needs time to think he goes to one of those pet shops and stares at the aquariums until he feels the manager glare at him for loitering. he gets sad thinking about the fish being trapped but he likes watching them anyways

insanely good with kids. he loves watching the younger kids in the pack and they love him even more. he let's them climb all over him they use him like a jungle gym. so even if their parents are wary of nate they have to put up with him lol

does a lot of art! mainly pottery and poetry though!! but he also crochets, the repetitive movement relaxes him

in general he really likes working with his hands, that's why he enjoys pottery and the farm work so much

a disaster in the kitchen. local teenage boy tries to make eggs, 5 injured 1 dead

vegetarian!! almost vegan. he either gets his non-meat animal products from sellers he knows are ethical or not at all.

absolutely obsessed with shitty romance novels you know like the types you get at the airport. will talk your ears off about them. no escape.

this got really long so i'm going to make a seperate post with relationship stuff for my beloveds :3

[isa-ghost]

uh, is dream a slur now or something? I saw people censor it and your tag #dream mention and... kinda confused? even rowling or other globally hated people or people who legit belong in jail don't get censured so like... what he do '-' isn't he just the minecraft dude that had too many kid fans who scattered after his face reveal or something?

He's a groomer. Like proven groomer, he admitted to a Part of the whole thing, and many people then showed screenshot evidence that it meant it was all true bc if only the part he admitted was true it wouldnt make sense. He also went to court over it (which his stans were doing nothing but drooling over him being in a suit. not like. yknow. caring At All that this is a court case about him grooming a minor).

He's also generally an asshole, irresponsible with his platform, immature about a lot of things, and has a history of other tasteless bullshit (racism to name at least one thing). We would be here all day if I told you EVERYTHING that would answer your "what did he do." Anyone who sees this and wants to make a nice long list with links or whatever can feel free to do that though

Its also a trigger tag for some people because he and his controversies/etc make them that uncomfortable or angry

Sometimes not censoring his name means his stans find you and those pieces of shit will gladly doxx the shit out of you for speaking ill of him. Same with Ge*rge and S*pnap stans

Also I've seen "tw rowling" and stuff like it plenty of times, idk what secluded corner of Tumblr you've been in. I've seen tons of that stuff /nm

But yeah uhh he sucks, he's disgusting, he's a douche, and if anyone who sees this wants to include a list of links to threads or whatever about his past bullshit, feel free. We love to drag that loser here.

[Obligatory Dr*m stans do not fucking interact if this ask somehow blows up. Block me and leave me the fuck alone.]

[mighwnt]

13fidelis -> mighwnt

i’m fidelis, the dykiest catboygirl you’ll ever meet!!

20 yrs, bisexual genderflux polyam butch, they/he/she/pika/mew + more

i’m autistic + ocd + physically disabled. also i’m an artist and i study graphic design. i’m also a mod for @mcyt-transcribed​ and @transcriptions !!

i mostly like sugar pine 7, mcyt + streamers, args, internet/fandom history, warrior cats, our flag means death, ace attorney, lost media, among us, law and order: svu and mothership, and pokemon. i need you to understand that i havent read homestuck i just think the fanart is cool. i dont know what vriska did and im too afraid to ask.

minors please block the tag #nsft 👍

if i add an image/video description or a transcription to your post, please go ahead and add it to the original post, no need to ask!

here’s my carrd, i’d appreciate if u read it before u followed <3 tl;dr: i love mspec gays/lesbians, i love fagdykes and dykefags, i love ppl whose identity doesnt make sense. i block people all the time for stupid shit and that’s based of me. i’m a bisexual butch dyke and i won’t change how i describe myself for u. also i don’t like dream, he’s gross.

more cool things below the cut vv

mutuals, i’d appreciate if you could tag dear e/van hans/en for me, it makes me very uncomfortable. anything to do with it, or "fid dni” works for me

sideblogs:

@fidelisart​: art-only blog!! i rb all my art on there

@genderselkies​: for genders + other gay shit. cant believe the url was open

@enby-stan​: for south park fanart reblogging. keeping it to a sideblog bc it (rightly) makes some ppl uncomfy. i have nostalgia and problems though. so.

@caelum-comfort​: writing prompt storage, mainly whump/hurt/comfort stuff. rarely used.

@splashhheart: warrior cat design blog. hasnt been updated in like a year. whoops.

i tag very thoroughly. i need my organization. that said, if u need me to tag smth, send me an ask! i tag triggers as the word itself. i dont tag slurs anymore though, just block the word. uhh also i post high sometimes. tagged as weedposting. just block the tag if that makes u uncomfortable.

check out my neocities site, i work very hard on it.

now for the fun stuff:

[eyeballsoup7310]

Last updated September 22nd 2024

As far as names go I don’t really care what you call me, I accidentally tricked myself into referring to myself as “Soup” but it doesn’t. matter much either way. They/it and neopeonouns are welcome. One day I’ll make a nice little doodle to stick here

I will not be directly answering asks for money. When it comes to Palestinian fundraisers, I’m gonna limit myself to only sharing ones that have been fully verified (on one of the trusted* spreadsheets/lists) or ones that have been kind of verified (shared by trusted bloggers and/or other vetted folks) that are also donation protected gofundmes. I judge based on the stuff on your account, not necessarily in the ask itself.

If you just need help with things like rent, pet bills, hospital bills, etc., I’ll immediately be deleting your ask unless we’re mutuals or I have some other reason to trust you. In general, I will reblog one of your posts, I will not make my own. I am not a notable account, I do not have the network to set you up with money, I’m sorry

*trusted lists are: Operation Olive Branch and this spreadsheet by el-shab-hussein and nabulsi

Quick guide to my godawful tagging system below the cut because I was supposed to use this for art and then just. Completely ignored that so

#my art - self explanatory

#soup uses paper - traditional/physical art

#animatic - my animatics and animations

#just talking - non-art posts by me

#eyeball rants - my rambling but with like 5% more effort than my just talking tag

#eyeball’s animatic ideas - self explanatory

#art talk - mostly just me complaining about bad art days n shit

#blorbo posting - oc posts

#other peoples stuff - reblogs with little to no addition from me

#cool art - reblogs of art that’s either not fandom related or from a fandom I’m not in

#cool pictures - photography

#cool information - posts with information I find interesting

#serious post - mostly self explanatory. Technically a mix of serious posts and important posts, I use the same tag for both

#resources / #signal boost - ways to help people. Gofundmes and organizations and stuff. At some point the difference between the resource tag and the signal boost tag fell apart so feel free to check both, I don’t know

#polls - polls with or talking about polls

#stories - self explanatory

#general - mostly non-fandom stuff. Serious posts no longer get tagged with general

#long post - self explanatory

#gif - posts that include gifs

#asks - self explanatory

These colors don’t mean anything I just like looking at them

heads up: I tag triggers in the real world (like death n stuff) with TW, but if I talk about it in regards to fiction or jokes or whatever I use either CW, warning or Mention. Like, a post about some graphic person-on-person violence will be tagged “violence tw”, whereas a drawing of characters fighting would be “violence cw” or “violence mention”. There are a few exceptions (any sexual violence, suicide, or self harm, regardless of if it’s about a fictional character or not, will be tagged with tw) but generally the main ones like death, violence, etc are tagged with this system

The current body horror tag is #body horror warning but I think I used to use #body horror tw so if you’re gonna go back through my blog you might wanna filter that too. Bug stuff is tagged with either “#bugs” or “#bug warning”. There’s no real system there but eh. Also I’m including spiders in this tag.

Uhh I don’t generally reblog anything sexual in nature other than jokes, but if you wanna filter those out anyways, I think I use “#sex mention”. I also tag “#nonsexual nudity” when applicable.

If you have trypophobia or a fear of things being beneath your skin, you might just wanna block the Jane prentiss tag altogether I’m sorry I’m really bad at tagging stuff for her

I also stopped tagging just roll with it: blood in the bayou spoilers at some point, sorry yall

Most of my tagging system is just to make it easier for me to find stuff on my blog, which is why it can get inconsistent at times. ATM my featured tags is maxed out so I might have to shuffle things around later but for now, I think that’s it.

[transgenderdragons]

mushroom sly backstory!!!!!!! tw for general gross fungi shit, kinda body horror-y, etc

Some Guy, in ye olden times, is just fuckin around with fungi and makes this crazy powerful fungi! the ultimate life form!

it eats him

(not really lol)

it takes over his body and uses him as a vessel to spread to lots of other people

(since obvi no one at this time has special healing powers like sly, the fungi reaches the Brain Controlling point pretty fast)

the fungi basically decimates the town

a few brave survivors manage to kill everyone who was infected, the fungi on them kinda just. dissolves away

except the originally infected guy. idk why maybe bc he was the first one to be taken by the fungi so its like,,,, hardier or something

(hes basically dead but the fungi still seems healthy)

they smash his head into a pulp and bury him

"Phew! Thank goodness that's over with" they say! "No one will ever be infected by this thing again!"

BA DUM TSS

cue mr beewell. obviously hes only tryna dig up graves with mellified people in them so. i think there somethin weird about Some Guy's grave

maybe the soil looks weird or theres faint glowing mycellium or smthn idk im not the fungi expert. either way sly digs this guy up

the guy is completely covered in the fungi, but it looks very dead even tho it prob still has a faint glow

sly, being the genius he is, decides to partake in exactly Zero extra safety precautions and load this bad boy into his truck

because this thing looks weird and is potentially magic!

he takes the guy back to home base, unloads it somewhere, prob pokes and prods it a little before he hits the fucken hay

since the fungi needs about an hour of contact to spread, im saying he was just Sciencing long enough to catch the fungi. or he took a bite

however im also saying that since the fungi was mostly dead, there was no actual physical evidence of him catching it before he went ta sleep.

(no little mushrooms no weird patches etc)

so hes oblivious until he wakes up

he wakes up. notices some weird textures on his skin. turns on the lights and finds a mirror

what the fuck

theres patches of mycellium shit everywhere! and some baby mushrooms also

hes probably freaked out, he tries all the obvious methods of removing stuff, etc

calls up taylor eventually

[CUE CROWD CHEERING]

taylor time!!!!!!!!!! he also has no idea what to do. if this au intersects with mothboy au(prob not because its just. a Lot at once but its a cute idea) then they figure out eventually that t cant catch it. if its just Normal T then he just. wears gloves, probably a mask as well just in case of spores

they probably do some research, maybe t takes some samples for a lab, etc

at some point, maybe later in the day or the next day, sly is probably not having a great time bc those mushrooms are getting bigger and the patches have prob shifted a bit

GOOP TIME

as ive mentioned, the goops is kinda triggered by strong emotions. so hes just kinda secreting it rn.

gross

tub time!!!!!!!!!! hes like WHAT THE FUCK

probably calls t again

idk they just spend a lot of time researching and isolating. together #lovewins #slay

and at some point. evil grin. goodbye eyeball

prob starts with a film over slys right eye. kinda weird, a little concerning cuz it doesnt seeme to be coming off but. the mycellium patches always kinda shift around anyways + hes literally had Goop secreting out of his eyes before so.

hes in denial mode bc its Fine, actually, and also there's no good way to remove it other than shaving off any growth around the eye as best as he can

he wakes up in the middle of the night bc something feels wrong

everything looks kinda weird. a little off, like somethings missing

there is a giant clump of mushrooms growing out of his eye.

[LAUGH TRACK]

ok i think thats all for tonight folks!!!!!!!!!!!! uhh if any of this seems lacking in context any other info can be found in my mushroom sly tag 👍if u have any input/think this is out of character/etc lemme know ^_^

[thegreatobsesso]

Last line tag

Tagged forever ago by my friend @pertinax--loculos but haven’t been in the headspace to even figure out what my last lines were let alone spend any time with my dear WIP. 🤷‍♂️ Just got back in there this morning and managed to work just a bit on this cute scene where Callie wakes up in Delaney’s infirmary after shit going down at Lyonall.

Callie POV

“Where’s Bennett?” she gasped, squinting against the blinding daylight pouring in from behind her.

Dig looked between her and Flora. “He’s, uhh, dealing with a whole lot of stuff right now,” he said. “Do you need him?”

“I need to kill him.”

The lady’s - Flora’s - eyes snapped to hers, deadly serious, scary.

“She’s high as a kite,” Dig muttered like an apology, but she was too zonked to figure out what for. “Let it slide.”

Flora glared at her another moment longer and even with the nasty look, she made Callie feel gooey soft. Ugh, Bennett was still in love with her. Just the echo of his heartache was enough to trigger her gag reflex.

Tagging @winterandwords, @poetinprose, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams, @avrablake, and @the-orangeauthor if they want to share their last lines :)

[r0ttingsystem]

This is a conversation between Lio, north, and mark (look at tags for who's who)

This was supposed to be for shits and giggles but it turned into a showcase of how a programmed part thinks(on a very minor scale, even this was semi censored for others comfort),

Mark is programmed, specifically with beta, gamma, zeta (the ones relevant to this post) and omega so very big trigger warning for that

Also trigger warning for slight transphobic remarks? north is transfem but our abuser likes to deny it, and so does mark

He mentions a 'king', that is what he's been taught our abuser is

Also this conversation took place over some amounts time with pauses in-between, ---- will be used to indicate time pass

Also, edit: I know the 'king' stuff sounds stupid, but you gotta understand that it's coming from someone who's brain is all kinds of fucked.

Hey

...

----

Okay we're done hi

...

At least answer me

Why.

Why not??

I haven't gotten permission.

... I think he'd be cool with you talking to me for a moment

Fine.

Okay, who's upset?

Not it.

Mm

Yoo!!

..

Okay got it not the time, what's up?

I'm not upset

Well you're feeling angry

I'm always angry

Yes but not this much

I'm okay, They're just being annoying, I'm annoyed

Stop pausing the video.

Oh shut up Its hard to do this while it's playing

Then stop.

??? No you??

You didn't get permission from our king.

Your king, you mean?

We're all supposed to follow orders.

Shut up, child

Was that supposed to be an insult? My king wants me to be a child, therefore I am

Hey let's not get into that, me and her are still typing this out

----

Hi okay I edited the title of this post

Why?

Because you stared talking crazy sorry not sorry

I am not. I am expressing the truth, north.

Woah shiver me timbers you used my name

Both of you stop fighting, damn

He told me that I'm talking crazy, he's disrespecting my king.

Gasp

..damn-

Huh?

CANCELED!!!!!

what?

I'm going to just move the conversation along, because damn- uhh I'm confused on what's going on? I've been keeping the peace in headspace and haven't been fronting for a bit, who's the king?

It's ****

Oh

M-

Nah nah nah I'm not gonna let you finish that sentence, too much information dude, too much

This is getting kinda long, should we end it here?

Idk

🤷‍♀️

[randolizzard]

[!!!! omg,, you found me :0 !!!1]

HELLOOO HI!!!! :D

I have many names - here I'm spreading worldwide as RandolizZard, but in conversations going by Rando!

I'm uhh an artist?? just making whatever is on my mind. I was born to fuck around XD

I made this blog to express myself & become more confident in sharing my creations from time to time. Have fun !!! <3

view my: ARTFIGHT | TOYHOUSE (it's a little wonky rn)

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★ Requests - oh, i love these!!! tho it depends on my energy - just send your request into the ask-box or dm me!!! ★ Asks - PLEASEEE send me asks !!!!!!! anythingggg. I love answering them!!!!!! ★ This is my place, so I post whatever I want!! I write trigger warnings in tags. If you want me to put any other tags/TW - let me know!! (don't worry, I rarely post sensitive content) ★ You can use my work for ANYTHING, just credit me!!! ...but this ANYTHING doesn't include using my works for AI shit or blatantly stealing. ALSO ask me before reposting!!

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#lizzard_creations = literally whatever I ever created!!! from art to songs and uhhh weird gifs ?? XD #art / #original art / #fanart = basic tags !! :P #graphics / #stamps / #blinkies = yass i do these too!! #IT'S ALIVE = my overall OCs tag !! :D #just rambling :P = the tag speaks for itself. Literally me rambling, shitposting... or just any talking in general #TheWonderCafe = tag for my fictional world I'm in the process of making !!! It's really raw and there would be a lot of changes throughout it's developing! I'm not sure what the hell I'm doing, so right now it's just my silly goobers doing silly goober things XD

[the-chessboard-is-personal]

Very tiredly made pinned post bc I'm always tired lol

Hi, I'm Knight and this is my personal blog. I go by they/them. Yes Knight is my irl name. you can use he/him for me also im. Confused

Cadanain or however you spell it. uh. 🇨🇦 <- from there

ask game

19, aroace, nonbinary and I FUCKING HATE MOST CAR BRANDS. SHUT UP ON EVERY FUCKING SITE EVER AND BECOME THE DIRT I WALK ON!!!!!!!!!!!

DNI: LGBTQphobes, racists, ableists, misogynists, xenophobes, pedos, nazis, TERFs/FARTs, h.arry p.otter enthusiasts, car enthusiasts, NFTbros

Not extensive but generally if you're a bigot or support bigots fuck off

Fandoms I'm in: chess, animation vs., steven universe, magic the gathering, smg4, baba is you, owl house (NOT s3), tadc, minecraft, hermitcraft, life series, lifesteal smp, mario (mostly smm2), gravity falls, fnaf (kinda), doom (.......kind of. yes it is because of myhouse.wad)

ramble about the bold ones to me. Do it.

Fandoms im Looking at, but unsure of: the magnus archives, the stanley parable, dr stone, full metal alchemist, made in abyss, splatoon

Random shit about me and tags i tag under cut

Don't spoil House of Leaves for me, I'm gonna read it soon maybe

If you try to start shit in my asks I will make fun of you and then block you (yes anons can be blocked too)

i watched all of soul eater and then proceeded to forget everything that happened because im stupid

I don't fuckign know!!!!!!!!! Redstone!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAHHHHHGG!!

For personal reasons relating to Words (derogatory), do not talk to me about outer space

If you're not in my DNI you're probably a better person than me lol

First ever Chessboard Moment:

tags:

#vent for venting

#grasping at straws for reaching out (e.g "help me with a project please?") Wait when did I make this tag also what does it rnean

#the fuck up won't shut up! for just talking about stuff

#nobody cares huh for stuff I'm actually proud of

#another ruined canvas for art, although most of that will go on @chess-is-art

#look! a blunder! for plugging stuff i have on other sites

#I'm not funny for stuff i add onto when reblogging

#chessboard? sleeping? in this economy? dreams tag

#sticks and stones can break my bones but Words Can Fucking Kill Me for specific vents hold on what the fuck is this tag

#negative iq takes for theories

#cringe comp for videos

#dumb writing for fics

#chessboard saying dumb shit for when I talk to people

#do you want bad or terrible? Polls

#shitty sleep september Have you seen an entire month's worth of nightmares in a row? WOULD YOU LIKE TO??

#knight and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad pun for puns. yes commas can go in tags. no i will not say how

I tag triggers as #tw [thing] (without the brackets when actual thing is involved) current triggers are #tw sui mention but i might forget to use it once in a while so uhh just block #vent sorry

I don't tag mcyt posts as #minecraft and you shouldn't either! It is #mcyt and the mcyt applicable!

Uh I'll think of more maybe. probably not

[creative-hell]

         As he fell to his knees, Kaeya hissed, gripping his arm tight as the searing-cold sensation of the curse ate away at him. Consumed his mortal flesh and marred it with monstrous influence.

          His right side had been steadily engulfed by the affliction as it was, almost corrupted beyond any recognition. At least, to the average man, anyways.

         One who knew the sight well and familiarly would easily realize what was becoming of his body. How it had now come to grow closer in appearance to that of the strange Abyssal creatures scarce few lived to tell the tale of, those he had followed in his pursuit of the truth.

                                         Heralds, they were called.

                           Damnation, he knew very well, they truly were.

           Kaeya hadn’t been at all surprised by this outcome though. He had been quite certain it would been a possibility from the start, having been warned by his father, time and again, to never linger too close to the creatures. Having witnessed the very man who dedicated his centuries roaming Teyvat into fighting the Abyss Order, and further heard from him the nature of their people’s affliction. Who had also adamantly warned him to stay away from seeking out more on the legacy of his surname and those involved.

          Whatever the case, the reason for this change in him was clear–the longer he stayed amid and around those creatures, the more their Abyssal energy would taint him and take root within him. And then he would end up damned like the rest of them.

          One would think knowing such a harrowing end would have kept Kaeya away from it all. Would have deterred him from delving too deep, and kept him content to remain in Mondstadt as he had initially decided. As Dainsleif had wanted him to. But well...

                        Unfortunately, he had never been a good listener.

         And he had never been one to pursue something without taking out all the stops either, never once caring of the risks he would face along the way. No matter the investigation, no matter what he had to do to complete his mission, always, he always did with maddened determination and full intentions to pull through however he could. And he always did. But this time–

         “There you are.”

          Kaeya’s eyes widened as the heavy, deliberate footsteps echoed around him. Footsteps so familiar he could recognize readily above anyone else’s and without need for a moment’s thought. One whose unique Vision-imbued warmth he could pick out, even amid a crowd of similarly gifted others. The very warmth that had been all he’d known for the greater part of a decade, only to find himself left in naught but bitter cold the day he’d opened his damned mouth and ruined it all.

                          Once, his best friend. Once, his definition of home.

                                              The twin half of his soul.

          Kaeya closed his eyes, tipping his head back almost in prayer ( ha! As if any god would help him now! ) before pulling together his facade and shifting to smirk in the man’s direction.

         “Well, well–fancy meeting you here, Master Diluc.”

         A scoff and burning glare greeted him in turn.

         Diluc looked as good as ever–which truly was to say he appeared an utter, hopeless mess.

          The man’s hair was all tousled up and tangled, dark circles painted under his eyes that somehow seem to have gotten worse than Kaeya last remembered ( ugh, figures he never listened to Kaeya’s subtle little pleas to take better care of himself ), and his clothes were a rumpled mess too, all burnt and frayed in some places. Not quite what anyone, especially Kaeya, would call a sight for sore eyes at the moment, truth be told. Nor a truly pleasant one, considering the last time Kaeya had seen him look like this almost half a decade ago.

           How Diluc could pull together some uncanny semblance of poise and dignity whenever he manned the bar or stood about the Winery after dealing with his little���covert side projects always eluded Kaeya. Especially considering how he usually took care of things, ever the brute compared to Kaeya’s more roguish methods. Honestly...never had he wished Diluc would have at least tried for that cover up than now.

          Though Kaeya supposed it would be a bit much asking him to do the same so deep into the Abyss’s lair.

         “Where is he?”

          The corner of his mouth twitched at the sudden, blunt demand.

          “Always straight to the point with you.” Kaeya cocked his head a slight, feigning contemplation as he softly hummed. “Pray tell, do you ask for the young Prince? Or are you worried about my dear pal Dainsleif?” His teeth bared in a grin at the sharp twist of Diluc’s lips. “Sorry to say, but you’d be hard-pressed to find either here. It’s just me. Lucky you, right?”

          Diluc gaze hardened, as steam rose of his clothes. Wait—steam?

          Sheer practice and habit maintained Kaeya’s composure as he turned further to better survey the cavern. Even as he felt pinpricks of dread blooming in his chest.

         Stars–no wonder he’d felt so damn bad just now. He hadn’t realized how cold the space around him had gotten. How cold it had become in his wake, if he dared to gleam past where Diluc now stood. Although perhaps...perhaps he hadn’t noticed, because it had become something all too natural for him to feel, nowadays. Or perhaps because damn near every other physical sensation had come to dull compared to the agony of the curse eating away at him, more than they already had been before. Still…

          Kaeya’s eyes raked swiftly over the frost and ice that had spread about the room. Over all the odd flakes swirling about in the otherwise still and stifling air, and the icicles that seemed to steadily grow and inch menacingly toward them as his own nerves thrummed and screamed. At the fog that slipped past Diluc’s lips with every breath he took, unlike Kaeya’s own—

          “So…you’ve finally become one of them?”

          Kaeya blinked, now clearly remembering with a start exactly why he had stumbled here in the first place. Of the actual corruption so deeply entrenched in his being, it near fully manifested now across his right side.

          The side Diluc now had a clear view of. That had him far more on guard than before, his beloved claymore suddenly manifested in hand. 

          Kaeya claws dug into the now toughened, seemingly frostbitten-to-a-greyed-blue flesh of his palm as he laughed.

          “Well, you don’t need to say it like that, Master Diluc,” he remarked, shifting to finally face his sworn brother head on. The movement almost had Diluc brandishing his weapon, ready to swing if Kaeya should dare draw close.

                                                    As if he could.

          Kaeya couldn’t help the wry little scoff that left his lips. Perhaps he…couldn’t really stand upright right now ( weak, utterly weak- ) but he would still grace the man before him with the baiting little grin he knew he especially loathed to see. Just like the rest of him- “You wound me, y’know.”

          The Wolf's Gravestone glinted dangerously as Diluc grip on it tightened.

          I can do so much more than wound, the gesture almost seemed to say.

          Kaeya managed a laugh in spite of it all. “Ah, right.” In spite of the lurch in his gut at the all-too familiar situation he found himself in. But, hey, better to mask his weaknesses before the other. “I nearly forgot.” Just as he always had since they’d reunited a mere year ago. As he did, even in their youth- "You never were fond of small talk."

          A foggy exhale. “Neither of us have that luxury right now.”

          “Because of where we are?” A tilt of the head. “Or because you won’t let me?”

          Even with his jesting, airy tone, Kaeya couldn’t help the bitter jab in his heart as he spoke.

          Though really...really, what did it matter if Diluc allowed him to speak and explain himself, or not? They both long since knew not one conversation between them could go without wicked jabs below the belt nor without leaving either nursing bruising aches that stung more than physical wounds ever would. Not one conversation could ever even begin resolve the bad blood and tenseness between them.

         Could such a thing even help them now? With Kaeya in the worst of states, and Diluc scarcely a swing away from finishing what he’d attempted years ago?

           Ha, even Kaeya didn’t bet on absurdities like that.

           And Kaeya knew, far more than anyone else, that the Diluc who was so easily forgiving and caring to him had long since been stamped out like a fire amid a Snezhnayan winter. Probably because of his time wandering through one.

          Or had it been Kaeya’s truth that had done that?

         Diluc drew a slow breath, flames flickering to life at his fingertips and dancing along his blade.

          Kaeya couldn’t help fighting the urge to cringe away in the face of them. 

         The light burned as much as Dawn had that very day. All he wanted to do now was flee in the face of it, crawl further into darkness to escape it. It was only the conscious fear of turning his back to Diluc now and the lingering threads of his pride and bravado that kept him in place.

           Fear....ha. Since when did he fear anything?

           Truly...had he come to be so far gone–

          “And if I did...would you actually mean what you say for once?”

           Kaeya swiftly glanced back up in surprise. Then a soft sigh left him in realizing the action had only served to make Diluc all the more wary. Ahh, seriously...!

          “Well–”

                                  You need only give me a chance.

          The words stilled on Kaeya’s tongue before he could dare give them voice. Right, a chance...no, someone like him didn’t deserve such a thing. Diluc knew that as well as he. And Diluc certainly wouldn’t be the type to cave to such a plea either, especially not now.

          As was evident by the way his grip tightened on the Wolf’s Gravestone’s hilt. Shifting as though he very well might swing right then and there–shit, would he really–

          An abrupt wave of cold rippled through the air. 

          Kaeya couldn’t help the stilted snarl in pain, curling in on himself as the heightened, even if unconscious, use of his Vision burned in his chest. Burned, as it always had from the moment he’d gotten it. Burned, stronger and stronger still, the more tainted with Abyssal energy he had become.

           Especially now, the more his steady corruption and transformation furthered. 

           Kaeya’s good eye widened a slight.

           Right. His transformation.

           The reason he had come to hide away here, like some hapless dying animal, the instant he’d heard the sounds of the knights challenging and fighting their way through the Abyssal domain. The very reason Diluc looked to him now with more wariness and enmity than he'd ever had before.

                  Was it still better than facing Diluc’s apathy and disregard?

                                   Į’d͏͏ mu̶̧c̵̛h̵̢̕ ̶r͘àt̷̷h͟e̴r͘ ̷͜h̴̴e̴҉ ̛͞s̡͜m͡i͜l͟e ̷̡a̴͝t̸͠͞ ́͘̕me͠҉ ̴́a̵g̴a̧in-

           Kaeya drew a shaky breath, jaw quivering a slight in a bated wince.

           It rattled against his ribs now, felt near useless to him, no matter how long he’d have it go on. Uncomfortable, like if it were water flooding through his chest rather than air. If Kaeya didn’t know any better, he would almost say his body were currently telling him he no longer needed it. No longer needed the breath in his lungs, that he need only close his eyes and sink into the murky...Abyss.

          A dry laugh left him.

                                         Right...that’s what it all meant.

                                          He truly was so far gone now–

           “Kaeya–”

           “Stave your hand a moment, Luc.” The nickname had the other man freezing right in place, halting his abrupt advance.

          Kaeya huffed out a ragged exhale, releasing the clawed hand he hadn’t realized had been digging into his chest. When had that happened? When his Vision had hurt him? In his contemplation?

          Whatever the case, he pushed the thought aside in favor of inspecting the self-inflicted injury.

           Rather than blood, whisps of dark Abyssal energy spilled from his deep, gouged wounds–oh...had that been why Diluc had started forwards? The sight of wounds?

           Ha, what was he thinking? For that to be so, the man would need to be concerned for his sake. And he clearly wasn’t. Why would he be?

           Looking back at Diluc, their gazes brief met as the man searched him for an explanation.

           Right. He wasn’t concerned...he wasn’t.

                              So then why was he looking at him like that?

            A certain desperation crawled up Kaeya’s throat the longer he made the mistake to dwell and overthink as he always did. At the sight before him now, of the now flame-laced claymore, of the man’s ever burning inferno of a gaze–one Kaeya had long since been unable to decipher–now. Of realizing...this would be the sight he would keep in his memories forevermore. This mocking memory of their most harrowing day together. All he needed now was for Dawn to make its appearance, and they’d have their picture-perfect recreation.

                                     Save Kaeya ruining it all, as always.

          The thought had his gut churning, an odd feeling gnawing at his heart. Or maybe it was the festering curse, for all he knew.

          Whatever the case...ha, what was he even getting so upset about? Had he expected to see a mournful smile? Pity? No, either from Diluc of all people, more so directed at him, would have been laughable. A dream at most, or perhaps a nightmare, better said.

           Wishful thinking, really; truly, that of a fool with too much hope to spare, and a wonderful daydream to look forward to. Someone Kaeya had never truly been to begin with.

         After all, it was his determination that brought him here, regardless of how it would have affected everyone else he know. Regardless of the consequences he would face in his venture, as he always acted–a man with something to lose and a future to look forward to would never do such a thing. Especially since he damn well knew part of those consequences had been accepting the fact that he would come to face Diluc once more. To face that weapon drawn his way yet again.

          There was no doubt in Kaeya’s mind–Dawn burned to taste his flesh once more; more than ever before. And with Kaeya being laced with Cryo and the sinner’s blight coursing through his very being now...well, he supposed it was clear there was only one way this encounter would end.

                                                    How it should.

          The thought had Kaeya’s steadily slowing heart thud painfully in his chest. Had dread and anguish thrumming through his very being, as he watched Diluc’s jaw clench.

          A childish part of him wanted to beg–he had always been able to get out of any trouble when he did, duping Diluc and anybody else with his little pout as teary-eyed pleas. The lad never failed to rush to his aid either way, even when everybody and himself damn well knew Kaeya was responsible and/or more than able to handle it all himself. But he already knew such a thing would never work for him against the other ever again.

          Maybe he should run. Run, and drag out the inevitability he must face now a little longer, like the coward he’d been for the past five years. He was always so good at that, running and rushing about to keep at bay each and every little thing he couldn’t bear to face. Perhaps now, at this very moment, it would ease his splintered heart enough for him to at last face it all.

           Ah...but what did it matter how he ultimately felt? Kaeya was well-used to forcing aside any bubbling feelings of unease and panic. Especially when he knew what must be done. no matter how difficult. Especially before the man in front of him now.

           Thus, he chuckled and shook his head. “Ahh...don’t worry, I’m not...I’m not going to fight you now, Diluc. Actually, I have just one simple request before you go on ahead.”

          Diluc’s brows furrowed. “And why should I concede to it?”

                                         Why should I believe you?

          Kaeya drew a soft, weak breath, then lowered his hands to his sides, palms upturned as he raised his head. “Well, it would certainly be of benefit to you. I can promise you that much.”

                                           You have no reason to.

                               But please, believe me just this once.

          A breath...two...and Diluc’s stance neither relaxed nor steeled further.

          Well, that was a sign as good as any.

          Kaeya licked his dry, frost-flecked lips and steadied himself. Straightening up his pain-wracked body with as much semblance of dignity he could cobble together, then at last tilting his head back just enough to still meet Diluc’s gaze as he would bare his throat.

         “Diluc, please...kill me now. And make it swift.”

          A rueful smile tugged across Kaeya’s lips as the firm, deliberate hand upon Wolf’s Gravestone began to tremble. As Diluc’s burning, cruelly-stoic gaze at long last faltered, shock and the faintest glimmer of grief flickering across his features.

          Had that truly been all it took to make the man look to him with something other than resentment and enmity?

          Ahh...but of course. What did a sinner like him expect?

          Truly, he should have expected nothing less from the cruel hands of fate.