#free our captain!!!

[prettypinkmcavoy]

The refs are just mad that brad called them out so they took the first oppertunity they could get to jail him

[kaeyachi]

Kaeya had always been an efficient and hard-working individual (he had to be to support Diluc in the background as his brother rose thru the ranks after all).

He has so much free time because he completes all his work way ahead of schedule. And if he still has enough time, he adds more to the workload in secret.

And once all of that was done and over with, he makes time for everyone. He has to. He feels as if every moment has to be given to someone else.

No one knows how he does it. No one has to know.

Every mission has a dozen strategies in line, and every battle plan is made with efficiency in mind. His perfect record will not be tarnished. He can't risk it (even if it baffles others that he would willingly activate a ruin guard just to prevent a failed mission. Jean disagrees with his methods, but Kaeya can say that the results say otherwise)

He needs to be quick.

Efficient.

Perfect.

And so he comes and goes like the wind.

Kaeya values time because he knew every second counted. He can't just stand there as if he were frozen. Time could run out in an instant.

Kaeya had only been late once his entire life.

He'd rather he never be late ever again.

It took one day of being of being imperfect for everything to fall apart. On that tragic day...had he gotten there on time... then maybe...

.

.

.

" Come on, let's get moving, traveler. We're not frozen in place after all. " Kaeya teasingly says. He stiffles a giggle at the traveler's exhasperated sigh.

"Yeah yeah, we've heard enough of you calling us a slacker. Can't you be a bit more patient?" Paimon whines at him.

Kaeya snorts, but acquiesces, hiding the shaking of his hands at the thought of being idle.

He imagines hearing a clock ticking.

Kaeya knows that that is his own problem. He tries his hardest to relax as he waits for the traveler to finish whatever they're making on the alchemy table because, seriously, it is supposed to be a relaxing day. There's nothing major going on, and his schedule is once again empty as intended. What's the hurry?

Kaeya taps his foot on the ground as he waits. He wishes he could take his own damn advice when he tells others to relax.

[c00kietin]

I'll need to learn how to draw Captain more proper eventually but for now he is. this. I know next to none of my followers know who he his but he is very much fabulous :>

[dxppercxdxver]

BIRTHDAY QUIPLASH feat. @firstmatedville, @chiropteracupola, @sailorpants, @natdrinkstea, @haijinks, and @drowsywithnochaperone (AND A BOATLOAD OF FRATUS SO MANY FRATUS <3333)

please look at our nosferatus we are so proud of them

[isombaird]

*points at fictional traumatised middle aged repressed gay man* this bad boy can fit so much projection of my own problems in him

[sunfloweraro]

WIP Saturday

Hi folks! I’m trying something new: I plan to share snippets or scenes from my current WIP every Saturday from now on! For the next few weeks/months they’ll be from my Stitch series while I work on the next part. Enjoy!

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“Good. I…” Hyrule trailed off, eyes darting behind Warriors. A smirk lifted his lips.

“What? What are you—” Something slammed into his back, and Warriors let out an oomph as he was shoved forward. His tea—thankfully less than half full—was knocked over, contents spilling all over Legend’s polished oak dining table.

Arms wrapped around his neck, fingers locking together. “Morning!”

Warriors grinned despite the lost tea, a plan forming in his head. “Good morning, my friend. I see you’re feeling peppy today.”

“Mhmm!” Wind agreed, loud in Warriors’ ear. He lowered his voice. “Thanks to—hey!” Warriors latched onto Wind’s arms, locking him in place. Then, he stood, dragging Wind up with him and forcing him to latch on with his legs around Warriors’ waist.

“Guess I’ll have to clean this tea up,” Warriors announced, shooting Hyrule a smirk before turning on his heel and swinging Wind around behind him.

Wind laughed, bright and bubbly and golden to Warriors’ ears, holding on tighter. “Let me go!”

“Hmm, I should take this mug to the sink first, shouldn’t I?” And he spun around again, releasing one of Wind’s arms to grab the mug. Hyrule had a hand over his mouth as he snickered, eyes alight with mirth. Warriors winked at him, then turned again, mug and Sailor in tow.

“Warriors!” Wind’s shout might’ve woken the rest of their companions. Warriors would suffer the consequences any day, for his young friend to be so cheerful again.

Warriors let go of Wind’s arms to wash up his mug, but Wind held on, leaning his head over Warriors’ shoulder to watch. Warriors didn’t mind, when Wind was so scrawny and weighed nothing to him. When he was done, he latched on to Wind again and began to spin, unable to hold back his laughing when Wind shrieked with delight—and yep, the others were definitely awake, now.

Wind was still huffing and laughing when Warriors stopped. Clung a little tighter. “Thanks, Wars,” Wind murmured, leaning over Warriors’ shoulder again.

Warriors nudged him gently with his head. “Anytime, beansprout.”

Wind squawked in complaint. “What does that even mean?”

[caeran]

Roblox doodle.

[tortoise-teapot]

ahhhh the relief i just felt after deciding avery convinces the veilguard crew that the veil's gotta go (if for no other reason than besides it's the practical, prudent thing to do given its state and nature)(lol and lmao at 'veilguard') and they all figure it out amicably (or at least nonviolently) while facing the larger threat and solas helps clean up the south (after putting up like one million more wards around the black city) and then when the dust has settled he and avery go soothe the blight tesseract thing (takes a few centuries) and then-- ok i'll stop

is it as high tension as the narrative in canon? nope! but it felt like getting in a warm bath

[girlchomp]

captain america squashed that bug boy minor (mr peter parker) for the simple crime of being small (believing they should listen to the UN)

[glacialswordsman]

@inblazes | closed starter.

Tink, tink, tink.

With every step Kaeya made into the otherwise peaceful night within the city of Mondstadt, the little spheres that decorated his anklets clinked against the metal. It wasn’t a loud sound by any means, as Kaeya was generally light-footed, but any trained ear would still be able to hear him as he silently walked the paved paths of the city that led out the gates.

Restless—he was terribly restless. Ever since Kaeya’s return from his getaway with Ajax in Sumeru, things felt…off. Initially, he was content to be home, all his worries having been left behind in the Nation of Wisdom all thanks to that darling man with ginger hair. He and Ajax have gotten closer ever more as they spent weeks together, away from their duties and away from everything that had been haunting them. It was just the two of them, salvaging their relationship and coming out stronger than they had ever been. Together. It was well-needed, no matter how much Kaeya had believed he didn’t deserve any of it.

It was evident in the way he had been smiling so brilliantly once he returned to Mondstadt. It was so apparent that he was able to see the expressions of relief many folks wore when they welcomed him home. He did notice some…apprehension, lining some of their faces, and honestly it should have set off alarms in his head the moment he felt something was off. However, he paid it no mind, as he was instead reveling in the feeling of practically walking on air compared to the previous months.

Ever since his most recent fight with his br—…

... With Master Diluc.

Recalling it sent a sharp pang through the Alberich man’s chest, yet he recovered quickly and pressed on as he headed towards the Angel’s Share to indulge in a few drinks and catch up with the usual barflies, as well as Charles—and that’s where those feelings of restlessness began.

Stepping upon the worn, dirt roads towards Starfell Valley, Kaeya winced as he remembered the day of his return.

He remembers swinging the door of the Angel’s Share wide open, gleefully calling out to Charles and announcing his return—only to suddenly freeze in his spot as his eye didn’t catch familiar brunet locks, but instead a mane of flames. His jovial expression fell immediately and instead gave way to something else entirely.

Shame.

It was as though a bucket of frigid, glacial waters was dumped right over his head, the air surrounding him shifting and becoming absolutely chilling towards anyone nearby.

Kaeya felt like he had been glued to his spot for ages, yet in reality, it was only a few seconds. However, it was a few too many. He had been caught off-guard and failed to slip on his mask quick enough, fumbling with it before finally donning it with a cordial smile towards the Ragnivindr man.

It seems his time in Sumeru made him lax.

He had approached the bar and ordered a bottle of Dandelion Wine to take back home, even offering his greetings to Diluc, before leaving the Tavern altogether to return home.

The guilt of that interaction, though, was not the only thing that made him restless. There was something stirring, something that he couldn’t quite put a finger on—but it made whatever had been docile up until now start howling within him. He was frustrated, feeling as though his every instinct had dulled since his vacation. It all became clear, though, once he thought back on Ajax and realized that what he sensed during their very first encounter is what he's sensing now. The Abyss.

It’s not the Chasm, no. It’s not as though something had been unearthed—but rather, it felt as though something had been…

Completed.

Even the Ordo caught onto some strange movements regarding the Abyss Order, and while normally they would be more cautious on how to tackle this situation, Kaeya was more than willing to investigate it for them. It was, admittedly, a little suspicious of him to take up such a job on his own so quickly, but he needed to know. He needed to put some of these tumultuous feelings within him to rest, and the only way to do that was by understanding what was going on. Thus, the reason for his late-night trek towards the Thousand Winds Temple, in search of someone that may have the answers.

[flyhighisco]

it's times like this i miss sergio ramos

[glacialswordsman-a]

@haravatatakademik | thread starter

It seems that one trip to Sumeru was all it took for the Ordo to send Kaeya on another one. The last visit was to set up spice exports back to Mondstadt in order to try and recreate Sumerian cocktails—and now he was back again on another excursion. Apparently, this time it was for some new learning materials and books, mostly for the children. Who was he to disagree?

Plus, this will allow him to enjoy some more Sumerian cuisine. As much as he loves Mondstadt’s food, he can’t deny the lack of spices kills him every time inside. One eighth of a teaspoon of paprika and suddenly the average Mondstadtian’s mouth is on fire. So, with all of that in mind, far was he to deny this trip, especially if it’s on paid time.

Making his way up towards the Akademiya, Kaeya reviewed the papers he was given by Jean while carefully avoiding anyone on his path. He was to have audience with either Lesser Lord Kusanali, or even the Akademiya’s Scribe—and former Acting Grand Sage—Alhaitham. Personally, it doesn’t really make all that much sense for Kaeya to visit the Scribe, no less bother the nation’s archon over this, but if not them then who else? Not like they’ve found a proper Grand Sage yet, as far as he’s aware.

With a sigh, he entered the marbled edifice and basked in the cooling feeling that welcomed him. As much as he loved Sumerian food and culture, he can certainly do without the humid weather. Even his vision struggled to keep him cool in this heat. Looking around, Kaeya attempted to locate anyone that would be able to guide him in the right direction. He was here a bit early, but he’d rather that than make a terrible first impression by arriving right on time, or worse, late.

[oliveyeen]

not sure who wanted this information but i have this weird headcanon that captain puffy’s character plays the violin.

and i’m talking like she plays it really well. like lindsey striling style.

that’s it. that’s the post.

[hyp3rfixation-h3ll]

not to get into discourse mode on here but the recent shit w/ ao3 being once again called out for being run by racists/genocide supporters and seeing so many fucking Absolute Gormless Shitheads blindly defend OTW and going " dOn'T bRiNg FiCtIoNaL PoLiTicS iNtO tHis!!!111!1 " as if they are not immune to propaganda is wild . my siblings in sin , ao3 is literally The Racism Fetish Fanfiction site , and propaganda via fictional work is exactly how racism perpetuates. ao3 and the otw are a part of the problem whether you choose to acknowledge it or not because they contribute to the cycle of violence , fetishisation and colonisation of marginalised groups via complacency (and sometimes even blatant PASSIVE ENCOURAGEMENT) , and then they cover it up by using soft cutesy buzzwords like " anti-censorship " and " free speech " and their dumb ass complex tagging system to appeal to white people , so when Actual Minorities and people affected by the shit they put on there speak up about it they're met with all kinds of bullcrap about "jUsT bLoCk ThE tAg If It'S a PrObLem1111!111" or "YoU'rE jUsT bEiNg a fAnDoM cOp!11!!"

You're a part of the problem if you support ao3 and actively continue to use it & donate to them , especially in the wake of the OTW being actively chockful of zionists who will , ironically , silence those who speak up and rally with Palestine for liberation . And If you decide to take this as me being hostile towards you or trying to " bring fiction into real world issues " , remember that at Any point in time you can go on ao3 for yourself and find thousands and thousands of raceplay fics and other various works that glorify and condone racism , and that the otw and their large userbase (primarily composed of white people!) has a track record of trying to shut up POC when this issue is brought to light .

Idgaf if ao3 is for " anti-censorship " , because there's a difference between anti-censorship and HIDING BEHIND the concept of free speech and the 1st amendment to do and say awful , horrendous things and believe you're above critique , punishment or consequences for it .

tl;dr: fuck ao3, fuck the otw, free palestine, and most importantly: you are NOT and will NEVER be immune to propaganda if you choose to ignore it because it benefits you.

[dxppercxdxver]

i wish you'd hold me when i turn my back the less i give the more i get back your hands can heal, your hands can bruise i don't have a choice, but i still choose you

[*blasts a second beam and unlesbians your sharpes* you all have to like jane gibbons as much as me now you have to]

[wayward-sherlock]

happy fourth of july from @tsunauticus and i !!!