#Code-Fitness
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finding out this is ONE of MANY hairstyles Annabeth will have in season 2??? oh someone cooked here
#I LOVE WHEN THEY HAVE BLACK STYLISTS ON THE TEAM#THAT UNDERSTAND BLACK HAIR#OH SEASON 2 ANNABETH YOU DESERVE THE WORLD#annabeth chase#percy jackson#pjo#percy jackon and the olympians#percy jackson sea of monsters#pjo tv#percy series#pjo tv show#percy jackson the lightning thief#leah jeffries#leah sava jeffries#percabeth#this is so circes island coded btw#the whole fit ate
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#simon ghost riley#cod ghost#mw#my art#came out way more roach coded than i realized but w/es#glasgow is rare for me but it fit with this vibe to me#its got to be obv i love scrunches n squishes by now....right?😂
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new gays spotted
#mah art#genshin impact#sethoscara#wanderer#scaramouche#sethos#fanart#didn't expect to be in love with this ship#it's so cute#sethos is such a golden puppy#any puppy coded characters fit scara the best
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FORGETTABLE-AU (Page 57-60)
* That was a long entry...
[BEGINNING] [PREVIOUS] [CONTINUE]
#So close to finishing this chapter....#hehe the CORE#these pages were KICKING MY ASS OH MY GOD#BUT I DID IT!!!!#THOSE STAIRS WERE SO HARD TO DRAW#I think I maybe went a little fast with the pacing of this update? but eh it's fine#besides I really needed to finish this section and pass to the next one#so excited for the next updates#yes... Wingdings color codes his different tool sets#He has so many of them#The bigger tools and equipment are in the tool shed in Snowdin!! That's what they use it for#wanted to include a dialogue about that but couldn't fit it in sigh....#forgettable-au#forgettable-au-comic#undertale#undertale au#gaster#sans#papyrus is gaster#undertale comic#alphys
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#🐉#considered using one of those shirtless werewolf pictures as a reaction bc of how dog coded a statement this is#but i couldnt find one that fit the vibe
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crowley, drunk off his ass: and i was yk just some fucked up soul born in cold and rain but he was my fucking sunlight or whatever
hozier, frantically writing on a napkin: HHHMMMM TELL ME MORE
#hozier is INSANELY azicrow coded and i am going feral over the implications that crowley heard the lines 'if the heavens ever did speak she#the last true mouthpiece' LIKE EXCUSE ME?????????#'u called me angel for the first time my heart leapt from me' and crowley cries himself to sleep#'heaven is not fit to house a love like u and i' and crowley projectile vomits onto the floor#'it cant be unlearned i have known the warmth of your doorways' 'i slithered here from eden just to hide outside ur door' 'though i burn how#could i fall when i am lifted by every word u say to me' and his ass is GONE he has EXPLODED#good omens#inefabble husbands#good omens s2#good omens season 2#azicrow#hozier#crowley#aziraphale
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Consider: Regulus Black with SPD (Sensory Processing Disorder)
Regulus Black who is called spoiled for not agreeing to wear certain fabric because it feels like they peel of his skin but no one understands
Regulus Black with no tags on his designs clothes
Regulus black who pre- transition hated having his long hair brushed because of the feeling and would only let his brother do it until he finally cut it short
Regulus Black who is always called a ‘vampire’ for sitting in the dark a lot but they don’t understand that it’s TOO BRIGHT
Regulus Black with not a single smooth ring, all textured for those times
Regulus Black who hates surprise touches, who actually barely minds physical touch from his loved ones but has to see it coming before. Who love warm heavy hugs (which are James’ specialty) but hates a sudden touch, pushing people away when it happens and often make them get the wrong message.
Regulus Black who don’t go to parties because all the different sounds physically hurt him
Regulus Black with the same 3 outfits on repeat
Regulus Black with SPD everybody
might add more later - feel free to add your own!
#Am projecting yet again#regulus black#trans regulus black#jegulus#sensory processing disorder#spd#regulus headcanon#james potter#starchaser#sunseeker#marauders#the marauders#marauders era#slytherin skittles#the royal court#Diagnoned spd#mauraders#Spd regulus#It just fits#he is so spd coded for me it’s crazy#neurodiverse stuff
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ˡᵉᵗ ᵇᵃᵇʸ ˢˡᵉᵉᵖ 💤
#we are the series#we are ep2#qtoey#q x toey#winnysatang#winny thanawin#satang kittiphop#gmmtv#thai bl#bl drama#satang is so babygirl coded in this and i'm losing my mind over it#please he fits in my pocket#😩🥺
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So, about that one AU that's been marinating in my mind for years
#'second canvas will be just simple sketches' *half cleans sketches* *adds base color* *adds shading* *adds bg* WHY AM I LIKE THIS 😭#anyway- you know how the flower that gave Rapunzel her powers (and also the Kingdom) is associated with the sun?#well. here it's the opposite bc Deeva is moon coded! :]#Gotta love the fact that her wings emphasize the bird in a cage symbolism....#Ofc she doesn't have much experience flying in this AU since Mother Gothel forbid her from going outside#Talking about Mother Gothel... it's Azul HGSAHD#at first I thought maybe Vil or Crewel? but since the character later kinda makes a deal w the twin thieves it fitted him more(?)#Also yes. Cater's alias is Cameron Mägi bc... Mägi Cameron..... Magicam.... 💀💀#it doesn't sound as cool as Flynn Rider but honestly I didn't know what to call him LMAO#I'll be back w this AU someday! I still haven't drawn the iconic lantern scene!!!!#twisted wonderland#twst#twisted wonderland oc#twst oc#twst cater#deeva twst#cateeva#my art
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Masquerade
#rain code#master detective archives: rain code#rain code fanart#shinigami rain code#raincode#oof this is messier than usual#but i really wanted to draw this fit for her...its so cute#in a perfect world there would be a pretty figure for it#i hope fubuki can get a cute outfit for a popup shop or something eventually..#hope anyone playing rain code for the first time is having just a swell time
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Why so silent, good monsieur? Did you think that I have left you for good?
#i wont him 😔#IT’D BE SO FUNNY IF ROLLO WROTE A SELF INSERT WHERE HE KILLED MALLEUS YK???#I’m sorry but I just thought this fit was so rollo coded 💀#like this came to me as a vision and I knew I had to make it real#my beloathed-#cat scribblez 🌸#twisted wonderland#twst#twst art#twst fanart#twisted wonderland art#twisted wonderland fanart#twst au#rollo flamme#twst rollo#ツイステ#ツイステッドワンダーランド#ロロ・フランム#ツイステファンアート
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@kiisuuumii (hungry)
#poeticstories#writerscreed#recognizingthevoiceless#twcpoetry#smittenbypoetry#poets of tumblr#spilled poetry#spilled thoughts#originial poetry#original poem#☆#this is very vampire coded i just realized#i did not intend for that hsgfsj#but very fitting for the season !
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dunno if this has been done yet but: airplane didn’t first become aware of peerless cucumber in the comments of pidw, he first saw peerless in the comments of a different web novel (that perhaps was one of airplane’s earlier works?) and so when initially drafting pidw he was inspired to write a villain just like cucumber bc “he’s MEAN MEAN for no reason, a literature snob, and pretends to be all high and mighty while looking down on others. also likes to kick down the little guy” and boom. sqq was born. cut to years later post-transmigration when sqh just casually drops this info with “lol i always did find it funny how much you hated the guy considering he’s literally based off you”
#and in the classic fashion of sqq AND og!sqq— this sends sy into a fit of rage#i mean… c’mon those freak outs sqq has with sqh aka the only time he ever breaks character are SO shen jiu coded no?#anyway the actually background of sj is developed later ofc to flesh his character out better and is unrelated to the og inspiration#but as we know that never ends up getting used in pidw so it didn’t matter rip#so this simultaneously makes sy and sj the same person but also NOT the same person#so in terms of bingmei vs bingge extra: why did you get the shizun you did bingge?#maybe… you weren’t a real person until the very moment you crossed over?#which means sqq wasn’t either :( sorry Buddy#idk just a hc but it IS really interesting to think about#svsss#scum villian self saving system#scum villain#scumbag system#scumbag self saving system#scumbag villain#luo binghe#shen qingqiu#shen yuan#shen jiu#og shen qingqiu#shang qinghua#airplane shooting towards the sky#peerless cucumber#pidw luo binghe#luo bingge
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Imo they don't do butt cameras like this anymore also hilarus vale just saw a butt camera and decide to show all his hole aresenal for all us
#the audi just fit its#hi is sooo brat coded#hi is the brat before brat was a thing#valentino rossi#motogp
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thar cup.sure is ace
#isat#isat spoilers#in stars and time#attempt tto post number two!!#hhh im. very happy with this and i keep getting Horribly like.#excited and fluffy when ppl are nice abt it im so glad its nice#pLease do ignore the lacklustre border tho the wonderful premade one doesnt fit my work T nT#ALSO accidentally made isa n sif v matchin pfps coded v cute they would
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bloodletting
summary: a budding god needs a place to test their new powers, and childe was always a little too eager to lose a fight... a match made in heaven!
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-> warnings : minor AQ spoilers ? just like, general gi plot.. fairly graphic depiction of blood + other injuries (might be classed as body horror???). generally obsessive tendencies (childe <--> you). i cannot stress this enough, reader is 110% a sadist.
-> gn reader (you/yours)
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power was not something that came easy. it was fought over, stolen, defended with teeth and claw, tides of blood shed just so one could have power over another. social, physical, financial; no matter the leverage it provided, power was hard won. to give someone power was to admit defeat, a certain death that tartaglia had learned and taught more than his fair share of times. nobody undeserving of power ever held onto it for long; it was an acknowledgement that you were better, that you deserved it, that you’d won. power was a fickle resource that childe would kill to keep, only ever laying down his blade for a precious few.
the tsaritsa, of course. his fellow harbingers, skilled both on and off-field, who themselves could rival the archons. his family, for whom he’d happily give the world.
and naturally, who would be more worthy to hold power than you?
you, not just a god but the, the highest authority across all of teyvat. you bore a hundred names and a thousand monikers, your worship the one thing the world could agree on. granted, nobody could quite agree on how, but that was fine. childe did not need external powers to tell him what to do. he knew, in his deepest heart, that he had gotten it right.
he knew—and, on occasion, flaunted—that he was your favorite. of all the vessels you had chosen, you returned to him time and time again, wishing on his stars until his vision gleamed. his bow shone with power, even his weakest weapon more than enough to push his strength to new heights. part of him wondered what he could do if you’d granted him swords, or a claymore… but that was speculation for another time. didn’t it say something that you had still chosen him at his weakest?
the thought always made him smile. thick in the heat of puppeteered battle, before the sun to after dark, your presence was a constant in his life. at every altar, with every offering, when his hands stung from the rash of leather and his blade was covered in rust, your name a prayer behind blood-soaked teeth. he could not remember a time when his pocket was not weighted with a charm.
his devotion was no secret. he wore your bow with pride, entirely phasing out his other weapons. it didn’t matter that he was technically more controlled with them, for you had chosen this path for him. your word was his guide, a polar star through bitter nights.
he did not doubt when your presence ebbed or flowed. who was he to dictate when or where you spent your attention? no, his faith did not waver. it had no reason to. he waited patiently, going about his regular duties, lingering in snezhnaya for no other reason that he just felt like he had to.
who was he to question to buzzing in the back of his head? who was he to decline when he felt an instinct to leave, to go for a trip far past the city gates? who was he to think himself better than the guiding light that had never led him astray?
for you, he was whatever you needed. and so he went, armed with a thick coat and snowboots, hands shoved deep in the pockets to hide the slight shake. down the main road, an arbitrary turn into an alley and down an abandoned path, into a part of the city he’d never traveled. but a golden thread had tied itself around his heart, pulling without hesitation. he easily hopped over the fence gate, not bothering with hauling it open through the snow. the path beyond was covered in a thick layer of powder, his foot crunching through a foot of it before hitting solid ground. still, he continued.
snezhnayan winters were not warm. they bit and dug into every gap in your clothes, stealing away the precious warmth within. and yet, with his half-done coat and incomplete guard, he was not cold. or, rather, he couldn’t feel it. his hands were pink with frost, stiff at the knuckles, but he couldn’t feel the resistance. his body was not important, not now.
the snow began to thin. it fell from his knees to his shins to his ankles to his toes, until he was face to face with a thick wall of bramble, impossibly overgrown. he was beginning to overheat in his jacket. twin blades made quick work of the wall, and the sight behind it easily dispelled any breath left in his lungs.
the air that washed out of the bubble was thick and heavy, like a humid spring instead of snezhnayan woods. his breath came in short gasps, a shameful wheeze that he hoped was missed beneath the howling snow. he didn’t want you to see him as weak, as someone so easily tired by a short trip to a falling star; he didn’t want you to think of him as anything other than his best.
but you didn’t push him away. you helped him up—his head was buzzing with delusion, he could hardly see, when had he fallen to his knees?—and brushed the snow off his hair, not pushing him away when he leaned into your touch. he couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, could barely collect himself enough to recognize that he needed to get you inside, away from the wilds.
that was power. to so effortlessly take over every thought in his head, to hold his mind in your hands and pull it into your liking, that was the power he adored you for. gods were figureheads of power, a physical incarnation of their dominion. a god of the entire world would only naturally have power to manipulate that world to their liking. how blessed was he, that he could be the first you made yours.
he was with you when you first stepped into zapolyarny palace, looking around at the chandeliers and fine tile. he opened the door for you to her majesty’s throne room, sucking in a sharp breath as you brushed by. he was by your side when the tsaritsa swore you her fealty, delicately placing the gnoses in your hands.
and oh, how he’d fallen to the floor right then and there, dizzy from the wash of power that rolled off you in waves, an ocean that he willingly dove into. the floor was cool beneath his forehead, his hair sticking to his skin as sweat quickly began to bead. he didn’t bother pushing himself up on his hands, teeth sinking deep into his lip again to control his panting breath. copper bloomed over his tongue, filling his mouth and clogging what remained of his senses.
dimly, he was aware that he was being pathetic, that this would surely change your mind about him. he heard your voice, faint through the fog of his mind, your wisdom lost to his own inadequacy. and yet, despite his weakness, every part of him was tuned into you. he knew it was your hand whispering across his shoulders, he knew it was your influence that stole the breath from his lungs. he knew it was you, because it was always you. you were all he could think of, and now you were finally able to leverage your full power over his self.
he’d woken up in a hospital bed. saline dripped into his arm and the lights pierced his eyes, his head full of snow and iced over. and yet, the moment he was cleared for release, he found himself desperate to be back to your side, racing through the tiled halls of the palace and following the urgent burn in his chest. you would have been right to turn him away, to deem him too weak to stay by your side, but you didn’t. you smiled when he lost his breath and laughed when he wavered, brushing off his concern. you invited him with you—his lungs burned with the need for oxygen—as you twirled the gnoses between your fingers, as if they were toys or paperweights rather than objects of divine power.
divine to him. child’s play to you. a courtyard of snow was cleared in an instant, ripples of pyro melting permafrost while keeping the flora beneath intact, a lazy show of power that pulled little more than a slight hum from you in response.
he wasn’t so much a fool as to think he could teach you everything, or even something, about being divine. and yet he clung to your side like a sailor in a storm, watching as you grew familiar with the elements. he watched, stubborn and weak, as you stopped hesitating.
flowers bloomed as you walked by, crumbling to ash with the slightest look. electro jumped from your skin to his, a painful spark that drew his mind from his head, finally seeing your amused eyes instead of just mindlessly staring. you could—should—have just left him behind, but you didn’t. you instead asked for his help, taking his hand in yours and leading him to a quieter hallway of the palace. you didn’t comment on his thundering pulse despite the fact that you could certainly feel it, tracing a finger along the crease of his palm.
“i wonder…”
a claw of geo cut across his skin, a sharp sting that quickly welled with blood. he barely felt it, watching with detached awe as it filled up his hand, sliding over the edge and dripping to the floor. you didn’t show any emotion, just… watching. his heart beat in his hands, a pool collecting on the floor, and still, you just watched. your other hand moved over the surface, barely an inch away, the blood collecting in a bubble beneath it. with a hum, your fist tightened, pain lighting up his arm. a strained grunt slipped between his teeth, hand flinching closed, brushing against the ball of his blood you had pulled from his veins. his hand was stained red, shaking in your grasp, minutes stretched into hours.
all at once, it dropped, forced back into his body as forcefully as it was removed. with a snap, the skin stitched itself shut, and you were again dragging him along like a child did their favorite toy.
you did that a lot. pull him aside and experiment with whatever new reaction you had discovered that month, week, day, hour, watching his reactions with unabashed delight. and he let you. every time, without fail, he eagerly followed, knowing full well he’d end up rigid with lightning or with ice crystals studding his throat. it was worth it, though. you always fixed him up, squeezing his hand with a whispered ‘good job’ that never failed to make him dizzy.
it didn’t matter what you did to him. it never did. even when his mind was hazy with pain and he couldn’t quite stand on his own, he never regretted it. unconsciousness licked at the edges of his vision, burning black stains that lingered even after you stopped, but he never once hesitated.
if you asked him to jump, he’d ask how high. if you felt like holding him underwater, he’d cherish every bruise. to be kept as a toy was still to be kept.
#THIS WAS MEANT TO BE A REPLY TO AN ASK. UH. SORRY AVATAR ANON ...#genshin#genshin impact#genshin sagau#sagau#self aware genshin#genshin x reader#gender neutral reader#sagau childe#yandere childe#childe x reader#x reader#yandere tartaglia#sagau tartaglia#< do people even use the 'tartaglia' tags? oh well#yandere sagau#blood tw#tw blood#< for good measure#ah yes my favorite genre. 'you're both unwell and need to be quarantined for the good of society'#hes so. rat coded im in love with him#sorry for fatui posting. it Will happen again#sorry for yan posting. it /Will/ happen again#like seriously the next few ideas ive got are all about unwell men#i dont know if id count this as obsessive but its certainly A form of lovesickness#but i feel when people read 'yandere' they think of something else than i do#and for That perception then 'obsessive' fits better#i will be flagging this with the yan warning on my masterlist#childe ajax tartaglia my favorite chew toy <333#hes so fun to beat up i wanna make him cry about it. i mean what who said that
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