#I just remembered that I can draw whatever I want

[nevvn]

here's the thing i made for my giftee, for the @obeymeholidayexchange event! happy holidays everyone!! weeee!! (∩^o^)⊃━☆

[sayokoni]

The weight of hatred

Summary: The reader is assigned as Toji Zenin’s maid in the hostile Zenin estate. Despite his indifference and the clan’s hate for him, she continues to serve him, gradually softening the distance between them.

Warnings: Abuse (towards Toji </3), Neglect, hostile environment, Master and servant relationship, some insult, a little cursing ( please let me know if I forget smt:p )

Word count: 2,9k

“Go away.”

“Piece of shit.”

“You were a mistake.”

“Just die already.”

These were the words Toji had heard every day, without fail, from members of his own clan. They didn’t even bother to hide their hatred for him. It didn’t matter if he was minding his own business, if he was sleeping, or even if he was on the verge of death—those hateful looks and venomous words never disappeared. It was as if they had made it their mission to make him feel like he didn’t belong here, like he was a burden that needed to be removed.

Even when he was silent and still, lost in his own thoughts or resting in solitude, he could feel their eyes on him, full of disgust. It was a constant, oppressive weight, one that had been with him since the moment he was born into this cruel world.

At first, it stung, like an open wound that wouldn’t heal. But over the years, he had learned to accept it. There was no point in fighting it. He couldn’t change their minds, and he couldn’t change the way they treated him. So he did the only thing he could—he grew numb. He shut off his emotions, buried them deep, and let the bitterness and hatred wash over him like a storm he couldn’t escape.

It was never going to stop. Toji had long since accepted that. The hatred would stay with him until the day he died, and maybe even beyond that. So he learned to live with it, because it was the only thing he could do.

“Hey, scum, get up. There’s a family meeting, and they want everyone there” came the sharp, voice of one of the clan members.

Toji glanced up for a moment but said nothing. What he wanted to say—what burned at the back of his throat—was a simple “Fuck off.” But he didn’t. He hadn’t said things like that in years.

What was the point? Fighting back wouldn’t help. If anything, it would only make things worse for him. It always did. Besides, how much worse could it get? They already treated him like garbage, like a parasite they couldn’t quite get rid of.

He’d endured it all before. The insults, the starvation, the endless punishments—they had tried to break him in every way they could think of. And maybe they had succeeded. Toji couldn’t remember the last time he felt something other than anger or emptiness. Nothing they did now could hurt him in the same way again.

So he didn’t fight back, didn’t argue, didn’t let them see even a flicker of defiance. Instead, he simply stood up, his movements slow and steady ,as if the weight of his existence was too much to bear.

There was no purpose in resisting.

So he would simply continue existing, waiting for death to eventually claim him.

“The Zenin clan has seen remarkable growth over the past years,” one of the elders announced proudly during the meeting. His voice carried an air of smugness that got on Toji’s nerves. “Our clan is wealthy, and we can count many young members who show great promise as future fighters. To honor our success, we shall hold a grand festival. We will celebrate with lots of food, entertainment, and, of course, buy us more maids, concubines, and whatever else our hearts desire.”

Toji sat in the corner of the room, arms crossed, listening to their self-congratulatory speeches with growing disgust. They dragged him here for this? To pat themselves on the back and flaunt their arrogance in front of one another? His jaw tightened as he clenched his fists under the table.

So full of themselves. So unbearably self-satisfied. It made him sick to his stomach.

He barely kept himself from walking out of the room, the bitterness rising in his chest. But leaving would only draw attention to himself, and thats the last thing he wanted. Instead he sat there, angry and annoyed, just waiting for it to end.

A total of 150 maids and concubines had been brought into the Zenin clan, with about two-thirds serving as maids and the rest as concubines. You were one of the ordinary maids, without any special abilities or talents. You could cook, clean, sew, and perform all the duties expected of a maid.

When you were first informed that you would be sold to the Zenin clan, you weren’t exactly thrilled. Everyone knew of their reputation—stories of their cruelty spread like wildfire. Rumors spoke of the clan’s heartless nature, where torture and punishment were part of their daily routine. It was said they wouldn’t even spare their own blood if someone dared to step out of line.

These rumors made your stomach turn, but there was no escaping your fate. You were just a maid, with no power or influence to change what was to come.

You were led through the grand gates of the Zenin estate, your heart heavy with each step. The towering walls, the grand buildings, the shiny floors—they all seemed to shine with wealth and power, but you knew the truth. Everything here was built on blood, pain, and suffering. The estate, with its beautiful designs and expensive materials, was a place that felt like it had been soaked in tragedy. Each corner seemed to hold a dark history, a reminder of the cruelty that ran deep within the Zenin clan. The luxury surrounding you felt oppressive, like it was closing in on you. You couldn’t shake the feeling that all this wealth had come at the cost of many lives, and you were now a part of it, trapped in a world that didn’t care about you or anyone else. The beauty around you seemed fake, as though it was trying to cover up the darkness beneath.

You had been told your duties would be simple—serve your assigned master, follow orders, and keep your head down. Do what you were told, and perhaps you’d avoid the wrath of the clan. At first, you were relieved. A life of servitude seemed like the easiest path in such a cruel world. But then they told you who you’d be serving.

Toji Zenin.

The name sent a chill down your spine, even though you had never met him. You had heard whispers from the other maids, their voices full of fear and disgust. “The clan’s black sheep,” they called him. “A man despised even by his own blood.” They said he was dangerous, violent, a man who had no loyalty or care for anyone around him. Rumors painted him as a monster—cruel, silent, and detached, a living weapon with a heart as cold as stone.

But when you first saw him, fear didn’t take hold of you like you expected. Instead, there was something else, something you couldn’t quite understand. His presence was overwhelming, impossible to ignore. His tall, broad figure stood like a constant reminder of his strength, yet there was a certain defiance in the way he carried himself. Despite that, it wasn’t his size or strength that caught your attention. It was his eyes. They held something you hadn’t expected to see—something that surprised you. They were filled with exhaustion, a deep bitterness, and an overwhelming weariness. It was as if his eyes told a story, one of a man who had suffered countless wounds, both physical and emotional, and who had been broken only to be forced to rebuild himself again. The world had shaped him into something harsh, and it showed in the way he looked at everything around him, as though he was tired of it all.

“Hey, scum. This is your personal maid,” a clan member said, his voice dripping with disdain. “You only get one because you’re not worth more.”

Toji barely spared you a glance, his eyes sweeping over you without any hint of interest. His gaze was flat, almost as if he was looking right through you. He didn’t seem to care at all about the fact that you were now his servant.

“Be grateful you even get this,” the clan member sneered, his words sharp as he turned and walked away, leaving you standing alone in front of Toji’s chambers.

You didn’t know what to say. The air between you felt thick with discomfort, and you stood there for a moment, unsure of how to react. Before you could find your voice, Toji turned back to you, his expression distant.

“Do whatever you want,” he said in a low, uncaring tone. “I don’t have a use or need for a maid.” He gave you one last glance, a look that held no emotion, then turned and walked into his chambers without another word. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving you standing there, frozen, as his words echoed in your mind.

You felt the weight of his indifference settle in your chest. He wasn’t cruel—no, that would have been easier to bear. He simply didn’t care. You were nothing to him, a tool he had no use for, and that truth stung deeper than any insult could have.

THE NEXT DAY

You were one of the first to wake up this morning, ready to serve your assigned master, despite the fact that Toji had made it very clear that he didn’t need you, that you were nothing more than another burden in his life. But still, you did your duty without complaint.

The moment, as you walked into the kitchen to collect his meal, something felt off. When you approached the counter, your heart sank. The tray set aside for Toji was a mess. The food was burned, charred to the point where it almost looked inedible. The smell was Insufferable, a burnt odor that made your stomach turn. The sight of it sent a wave of confusion through you, but then, reality set in.

Toji wasn’t liked by anyone here—he was a black sheep, treated with hate by his own people. They loathed him, and it was clear they would never give him anything of quality. He was nothing more than an inconvenience to them. The meal you were expected to bring him wasn’t food; it was a punishment. A way for them to make him feel more isolated. You felt a wave of sympathy for him, but it was quickly replaced by the cold reminder that you were just a maid. This was your job.

You hesitated, your fingers hovering over the tray. Should you bring him this burnt, inedible mess? It wasn’t right, but you had no choice. It was your responsibility to deliver it. So, with a deep breath, you forced yourself to pick up the tray, the weight of it heavier than you expected, though it wasn’t from the food itself.

You walked down the long hallway. When you reached Toji’s chambers, you knocked softly on the door, but there was no response. You waited a moment, thinking he might overheard it but still there was no sound coming from the other side of the room.

You knocked again, this time with a little more force, but still no answer. Your nerves were on edge now. You could leave the tray and go, but that felt like an insult. No, you had to face him, had to do your duty.

You took a deep breath and gathered all the courage you could muster. “Master Toji?” you said, your voice wavering slightly despite your best efforts. “I’ve come to bring you your breakfast..I’m coming in now.”

With those words, you pushed the door open, stepping into the room. The silence in the air was oppressive, thick with an unspoken tension. The room was dark, the only light coming from a crack in the curtains. Toji was seated by the window, his back to you. His posture was rigid, like he was trying to escape from everything around him, even the world outside.

You moved towards a small table, carefully setting the tray down. The food was a mess—an insult, really—but you said nothing. You didn’t want to draw attention to it. But as you turned to leave, you felt his gaze on you. It wasn’t warm, not in the least, but it wasn’t dismissive either. For a split second, you wondered if he would say something—anything—but instead, he just sighed, his voice low and weary.

“You can go now” he said, his tone cold, no emotions in it. nothing.

You nodded, not daring to say another word, and turned to leave. The door closing softly behind you.

By lunchtime, your heart felt heavier than ever in your life. When you went to collect Toji’s meal, you saw the same miserable excuse for food sitting on the tray. Burned, poorly prepared, and clearly made with nothing but contempt. It wasn’t just negligence—it was deliberate. They hated him so much that they wouldn’t even let him have a proper meal.

You carried the lunch tray to his chambers, knowing full well what you’d find. And sure enough, when you entered his room, the untouched breakfast tray was still sitting where you’d left it. The food was cold, and entirely inedible. Toji hadn’t even bothered to glance at it. He remained by the window as always, quiet and detached, his eyes fixed on the horizon.

You placed the new tray beside the old one, feeling a mix of guilt and frustration well up inside you. How could anyone survive like this? How long had he endured being treated like this? The indignity of it all was suffocating, and yet Toji didn’t say a word. He didn’t even look at you, as if this treatment was something he’d long since accepted.

As dinnertime arrived, you couldn’t take it anymore. When you went to the kitchens to fetch his evening meal, the sight of yet another tray of disgusting food—burnt beyond recognition, the smell alone turning your stomach—was the last straw. You stood there for a moment, staring at it, your hands trembling with anger. Enough was enough.

Making sure no one was watching, you grabbed the tray and hurried to a quiet corner of the estate where no one would see you. There, you dumped the entire tray into a bin, the sound of the wasted food falling away feeling oddly liberating. You straightened up, your heart pounding. What if someone found out? What if they saw you? But you shook the thoughts away. You couldn’t let him be treated like this anymore.

You made your way to the storage room, slipping inside as quietly as you could. The shelves were lined with ingredients—fresh produce, spices, meats, and grains—all untouched and far too luxurious to be wasted on someone they despised. You hesitated for only a moment before gathering what you needed. You couldn’t do much, but you could at least give him a meal that was edible, something that didn’t reek like death .

Back in the kitchen, you worked quickly and silently, your hands moving with purpose. You prepared a simple but hearty meal, seasoning it with care and making sure everything was cooked perfectly. The smell of the food was comforting, filling the small space with warmth. For the first time since arriving at the Zenin estate, you felt like you were doing something right.

Once the meal was finished, you carefully placed it on a tray and covered it, sneaking away from the kitchen with the same caution as before. Your heart raced as you made your way to Toji’s chambers, every shadow and sound making you jump. If anyone caught you, there would be hell to pay. But you didn’t care. Not anymore.

When you reached his room, you knocked softly, not expecting an answer. As usual, there was only silence. Taking a deep breath, you pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Toji was sitting by the window, as always, but this time, he glanced over his shoulder at you, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly when he saw the tray in your hands. You set it down on the table without a word, your hands shaking slightly. For a moment, you thought about explaining yourself, about telling him what you’d done, but the words caught in your throat.

“I brought your dinner,” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Toji didn’t respond immediately. His gaze lingered on the tray, and then on you, as if trying to figure out what you were playing at. Finally, he let out a low hum, his expression unreadable.

“Did you make this?” he asked, his voice rough but quieter than usual.

You nodded, your palms clammy. “Yes. I thought… I thought you might like something different.”

He said nothing for a long moment, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied you. Then, with a faint shrug, he leaned back in his chair and gestured toward the door. “Leave it. You can go now.”

You hesitated, unsure if he was going to eat or simply let this meal go to waste like the others. But you couldn’t press him, not now. You nodded and turned to leave, closing the door softly behind you.

Later that night, when you returned to collect the tray, your heart sank as you prepared yourself to see the food untouched again. But when you stepped inside and saw the empty plates, your breath caught. He had eaten it. Every last bite.

For a moment, you just stood there, staring at the empty tray, your chest tightening with an emotion you couldn’t quite name. You couldn’t tell if this small victory meant anything to him, but it meant something to you. For the first time since arriving at the Zenin estate, you felt like you’d done something that mattered.

Thanks for reading <3

[teecupangel]

Desmond reborn as this breed of dragon. There are no flaws in this plan. Native to Italy so wouldn’t be out of place in Ezio’s era, naturally Assassin colours, and as far as I know Imperator are upper middleweight/lower heavyweight in size so he’s big and can carry full crew of Assassins/mercenaries. He could help defend Monterriggioni from Borgia invasion & probably save Mario’s life.

There’s not yet a full analysis sheet for this breed of dragon but there are a few more drawings in Atrocitas’ tag that can be used as size comparisons with other dragons, and if you then hop over to Genevieve’s tag (golden-white dragon) you’ll get an accurate picture of Imperator size (Genevieve is compared with her crew & Captain in one drawing)

Additional info from @wynterwulf7

More info on More info on Imperator/Asta di Marte (bc I just remembered that post that explored it a lil bit)

I’m going to assume we’re making a Temeraire x Assassin’s Creed crossover where Desmond is reborn as a dragon of that breed.

Of course, we’re here to make Desmond’s life ‘interesting’ so we’ll set this up where Desmond died in canon and is reborn in Renaissance Italy with the dragon elements of Temeraire.

He wakes up alone in one of the most remote places in Tuscany so he still thinks he’s in a world where dragons don’t exist. This means that he’d spend a few years trying to hide as he grows up.

Of course, just because he’s hiding, doesn’t mean that people won’t know about him. He’s a dragon trying to learn how to be a dragon in a world where dragons exist and is known by the people.

Sooner or later, he gets captured because he was trying to not hurt anyone.

And that’s when he learned that dragons isn’t something that could be considered as an anomaly in this world.

If anything, it was quite ‘common’.

Desmond is still a growing dragon though and he’s been noted as ‘wild that needs training’.

Whatever plan they have is cut off because Desmond learned that it’s December.

Of 1476.

There’s no big entrance during the execution.

Desmond used his large body to crash into the Auditores’ prison and performed a jailbreak with two reluctant men (Petruccio is totally on board though).

From there, it becomes more of a case of House Auditore becoming Firenze’s enemy number one because of said jailbreak.

But hey…

At least they have a large powerful dragon is totally on board with protecting Monteriggioni and helping with the defenses (and counterattacks).

Giovanni is absolutely sus about it the entire thing because Desmond can’t be controlled or even guided. Giovanni tried to get him to take them to Spain but he was adamant on taking all of them to Monteriggioni.

The fact that Mario doesn’t know ‘who’ Desmond is and how he knew of Monteriggioni only served to make Giovanni more suspicious that there’s something more to this entire thing that they’re not seeing.

Something like…

Desmond may be getting orders from someone else who wanted everyone in the Auditore family in Monteriggioni for some reason.

Yeah.

That someone?

Is Desmond himself.

But it’s not like Desmond can try to make them understand him.

He’s too busy trying to get these rowdy dragons that Mario purchased for his mercenaries to stop trying to bite him or groom him or…

Honestly.

Desmond doesn’t know what these dragons want from him.

[saivoid]

What is the subconscious mind + Manifestation?

Based on the 3D, how we view the subconscious mind can influence our manifestation and how it comes about. Remember, everything comes from you, the things you give a form in life will come from you too. If you view your subconscious mind as something small, or invisible, more less something you know “nothing about”, how can you expect something big such as your 4D desire to come through that?

What is the subconscious mind?

A personal definition in which I’ve stuck to is —

“The subconscious mind acts a bridge way between your conscious life and the universal energy. The subconscious bridge way is an area of infinite potential”

The act of using your infinite potiential from your subconscious to bring over universal energy to your conscious life is called MANIFESTATION

When this universal energy transfers to your conscious life it makes your desires visible / appearing.

Everything you want exists in the universal energy, hence why it’s called “universal” literally anything you can think of exists there. Hence why people say that what you want to manifest already exists, you aren’t creating it!!

debunking and addressing manifestation

1. Manifestation has no set time or duration, all you’re doing is carrying over your universal energy to your conscious life, why do you believe there’s a length for that?

2. Universal energy is everywhere, it’s omnipresent, you aren’t extracting your desire from some portal/realm, it’s in your reach, it’s around you. It’s even where your laying or standing. Universal energy is an unseen force that connects everything in the universe, all the realities, planets, therefore it exists on earth too.. it exists in your room etc. most importantly, it connects you to your desire, you are connected to what you want somehow somewhere with universal energy.

3. How can this universal energy travel? Universal Energy is everywhere, being aware of the universal energy allows you to tune into universal frequency—similar to creating a channel between your conscious life (your body) and the universal energy. Your mind acts as a receiver of this universal energy, so by focusing on it, with intention, you are drawing this universal energy to your consciousness and to you, further manifesting as your bringing this universal energy to conscious life. Note, this is just a way of how universal energy can travel — there are multiple/other infinite ways of doing so.

Intention

A lot of times, we get confused of what intention is. I used to believe intention was just being confident in what I wanted and being adamant.. however I learnt, intention isn’t reassuring yourself that what you want is yours :

Intention is a very powerful force that directs your energy towards a particular outcome.

when energy meets an outcome it creates manifestation because its bringing your desire to a visible form.

How?

When your energy meets your particular outcome it gives you control over that outcome, meaning that you can pull it to you, do whatever you want with it, your energy is tethered to it. It’s like using telekinesis to bring something to you..

Overview, Conclusion, Take Away points.

Stop treating manifesting as this other worldly thing that you have to tap into deeply to achieve.. the concept is simple, just as explained in this blog

[bijoutarot]

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Pick the image that draws you in most and scroll down to see your message. Trust your intuition, and let the cards guide you. Take a deep breath, trust your gut, and let's see what the universe has to say. 💫

Image 1: The Moon 🌙
Your card: The High Priestess
🌟 Message:
Right now, there is an invitation to dive into the realm of your intuition and inner wisdom. The High Priestess shows up when you’re being called to trust what’s hidden beneath the surface—whether that's your subconscious mind, deep feelings, or subtle signs from the universe. If you've been feeling uncertain or in a state of limbo, it’s important to know that you have access to all the answers you need. They may not be obvious, but they’re inside you, waiting to be discovered. Take time for quiet reflection, meditation, or journaling to tap into this deeper knowledge. Sometimes, the answers come not from action, but from allowing yourself the space to simply be.

💖 Affirmation:
"I trust my intuition to guide me through uncertainty. I am open to the wisdom within me and embrace the unseen with confidence."

Image 2: The Star ✨
Your card: The Fool
🌟 Message:
The Fool brings an exciting message: it’s time for a fresh start. A new chapter is opening, and you're encouraged to take that first step, even if it feels like you're jumping into the unknown. Sometimes the path ahead isn't clear, and it can feel intimidating to start over, but The Fool reminds you that it's all part of the adventure. Don’t be afraid to explore new ideas, pursue a new passion, or change direction. You may not have all the answers now, but trust that the journey will unfold exactly as it should. This is a time to approach life with a sense of wonder, curiosity, and lightness, leaving behind the fear of making mistakes. Remember, every step is part of your growth.

💖 Affirmation:
"I am fearless in the face of new beginnings. I embrace change with an open heart and trust the universe to guide me on this exciting journey."

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Your card: Strength
🌟 Message:
The Strength card shines a bright light on your inner power. It's not about brute force or resistance, but rather the quiet, unwavering courage you possess deep within. Right now, you may be facing a situation that requires you to dig deep, but rest assured, you have everything you need to rise to the occasion. The key is to remain calm, centered, and compassionate, both with yourself and others. Strength isn’t just about overcoming external challenges—it’s also about the strength to persevere emotionally, to maintain your values, and to be patient with your own process. Whether you’re going through a difficult moment or working through self-doubt, you are more resilient than you realize.

💖 Affirmation:
"I am strong, resilient, and capable of handling whatever comes my way. I trust my inner strength to guide me through challenges with grace and ease."

Image 4: The Garden 🌿
Your card: The Empress
🌟 Message:
The Empress is here to remind you of the importance of nurturing yourself and those around you. She embodies the energy of creation, abundance, and fertility—whether that's in your relationships, creative projects, or even in your self-care practices. Right now, focus on cultivating an environment that nourishes your soul and encourages your growth. The Empress also speaks to the need for balance—when you give love and care, make sure you're receiving it as well. This is a powerful time to tap into your creative energy and let your imagination flow freely. If there’s something you’ve been wanting to create, now’s the time to bring it to life. Trust that the universe supports your efforts, and abundance will flow from your actions.

💖 Affirmation:
"I am abundant and deserving of all the love, care, and creativity that flow to me. I nurture myself and others with love, and I trust the process of creation."

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[maddiesharafian]

I made a joke to myself about these two being drift-compatible and now here I am

[muisley]

hi i'll post it here too my otasune comic wip yay..

[alexotls]

crossover

[splankie]

this machine kills.... uh.. this machine kills!

[southern--downpour]

[homiemoshi]

jrwi shitposts ... save me jrwi shitposts

[sticks-stones-sonic-insanity]

Kith <33

[minalots]

🪡

[faruna]

Grandmas

[howtodisappearcompletelyand]

20/10 stars little guy

[buttercupshands]

my friendship with canon ended now fanon is my new best friend

but first a cute bird

basically my mind decided that it's now free to draw whatever AUs and stuff that I want including random stuff like this

and this!

I think my way of coping with 423 is just... ignoring it ever existed so now it's just this and an occasional canon stuff

but good for him he deserves to have all the fun fanon can offer

fun fact: this was the first sketch out of all of them in this post!