#i wasnt burnt out just yet

[lethesbeastie]

Quick animation of Sage to try and get familiar with krita again!

[chiimeramanticore]

[hauntingblue]

In the old style they all look so scrungly but zoro is something else.... and mainly well proportioned nami I miss you....

[rubys-domain]

at this point i dont even care if i get kokomi. i just want a 5 star

[sharpmidnight]

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[lingeringdesires505]

maybe its for the best

rin itoshi x reader

angst

rin can’t stop blaming himself, he knows hes at fault, that hes the reason the two of you had broken up. rin’s life mainly revolved around soccer, until he met you. all his life, his only goal was to beat his brother, itoshi sae, and show him how he too could be good at soccer. little did he know, he would be so caught up in his obsession with competing against his brother would ruin a relationship he had cherished so much.

28 April, 10.58 p.m.

The night you two broke up, it was after one of his late night trainings. despite being tired and burnt out, he still stayed back after training, pushing himself to his limit, in hopes that his skill would be up to par with his brother’s.

you laid in your shared bed with him, wondering when he would come home. his soccer training should have ended at 9 p.m., yet he was still not home. seeing the clock almost striking 11, you became more and more worried about your lover. you had sent him multiple texts, but none were read.

“he must be staying back after training again,” you thought to yourself. despite the constant reminders not to overexert himself, and that he should rest more, rin never listened to you. he would either brush you off, saying it was no big deal and that he wasnt tired, or just ignore you. you understood that he was feeling lots of stress especially with the upcoming soccer match, but you just couldnt stand there and see him destroy himself like this. it certainly wasnt healthy and beneficial for his physical or mental health.

as you reached the stadium, you saw a familiar figure doing his routines.

“rin! ive been worried about you. its already 11 p.m., you should come home and rest!” you called out to him as you ran towards him.

“ just a few more minutes…im almost done. after im done, we can go home, okay? “ he said without looking back to you.

as much as you wanted to let him finish, you could already tell he was extremely tired. the sweat running down his forehead and muscles, the heavy panting that you knew all to well — he was already pushing his limits, if you were to let him continue, he might over exhaust himself, doing more harm than good to his body.

“ rinnie, please, youre at your limit already, please just stop! youre going to hurt yourself at this rate! “ you begged him to stop, but he wouldnt listen. tears started to well up in your eyes as you grew more and more anxious, why wouldnt he just stop hurting himself like this and listen to you?

it wasnt long before rin snapped.

“do you really think im that weak?! besides, what i do to my own body is none of your business! youre just another obstacle in the way of my success, just leave me alone you lukewarm piece of shit, god damn it!” he shouted, his eyes filled with anger as he finally looked over to you.

that was when he realised he fucked up.

his heart ached as he saw hot tears streaming down your red cheeks. no, wait, he didnt mean it!

“please baby, wait, i didnt mean it. im so sorry i said that, please..” he immediately stopped what he was doing to run towards you, forcefully hugging you, frantically apologising.

you didnt say anything. you couldnt say anything. you were in disbelief — the man that you had loved with all your heart, the man that you cared for so deeply, wanted you to leave him alone? was this truly the way he felt about you? just an obstacle? a lukewarm piece of shit?

“baby please, i didnt mean any of that… its all my fault, i know you want the best for me. forgive me please… please, say something!” this time, rin was the one of the verge of tears.

“so that’s how you feel about me?… you want me to leave you alone?…” you managed to stutter out, trying hard not to start bawling on the spot. how could he say something so hurtful?

“fine. if that’s how you want it, dont contact me ever again rin, it’s over between us.”

you ran back to your car before rin could react and slammed the door shut, driving off to your shared apartment to pack your things and move out. you weren’t just angry, you were upset.

you couldnt believe this was how your relationship with rin was going to end. you always thought of rin as someone you would continue to love and care for, someone you would grow old with.

that night, rin laid on the grass in the stadium, looking up at the night sky, head filled with regrets, heart aching.

present

was it really worth it? rin always asked himself. sure, he managed to show to his brother that his soccer skills were excellent, but that didnt make him happy. in fact, after the two of you had broken up, nothing made him happy. how could he be happy without you? he was struggling to even live a day without you.

rin would spend countless sleepless nights scrolling through his photo gallery, looking at photos you had forced him to take with you. the poor man couldnt even sleep without your scent. he would often try and find old articles of clothing you had left behind around the house — it was the only way he could sleep, with your scent.

he would spend many hours training, even if there wasnt any upcoming matches. he was desperate to find any sort of distraction to distract himself from thinking about you.

some nights after training, he prayed that you would still be there outside the stadium, waiting to drive him home. he prayed that he could see you again, hear your sweet voice and hearty laugh again. he was so desperate to hear your voice again, he didnt care if he had to hear your nagging or your complaints, he just needed to hear you again, to see that pretty face of yours.

rin always thought about how foolish he was. before he met you, he felt that unfortunate things always happened to him. he always thought about how terrible and unlucky his life was. that was until he met you. you were like a blessing from heaven, an angel that came and brightened up his dull, lukewarm life. he wished he had known how to appreciate you earlier. if only he had opened his eyes and see how much you had loved and cared for him.

it feels like torture scrolling through your instagram page, seeing you move in with your new boyfriend, seeing you have dinner dates with him. he knows your new boyfriend treats you way better than he ever did, and he feels happy that your being taken good care of, but deep down, his heart was being ripped into shreds. it felt so wrong, but he couldnt stand the thought of you laughing, or smiling for another man. you were already moving on with life, getting ready to marry your boyfriend, and there was nothing he could do about it.

rin accepted that he could never be at peace with himself, especially since he had fucked up the only good thing in his life. it was too late for regrets, the only thing he could do now was make sure that you were safe and happy from afar.

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word count: 1.2k

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@lingeringdesires505 2024

[rice-fae]

Literally shut up

No one cares. No one cares when its done to european cultures, no one cares when its done to asian ones or anywhere else

I mean look at the hades game. There was a whole thing about hestia in that game and hestia from an anime in japan. Neither look like the real goddess. And yet people still love both. No one was "boycotting" either just because it wasnt accurate.

No one actually cares how accurate it is.

You are just being mad because you want to be mad about something. If you have the time or energy to care about a fucking video game of all things then you are privileged as fuck and have way too much time on your hands.

Just because you personally are offended does not make this an actual issue. You can feel free to stop playing for whatever reason but you being upset does not mean you are in the right about it.

The game isnt hurting you, its not encouraging people to hurt you or destroy your culture and homes and livelyhood. Its a damn game. If you were out of the loop on whats in this game you wouldnt even see a difference in your day to day life. 10 years could pass and youd never know a thing.

You are literally making yourself feel threatened for no actual reason. It's just performative outrage and really fucking annoying for people who just wanna play a game and see fanart/fics of fictional characters

Go find something better to do with your time while you stop playing genshin. Soon enough you'll see just how useless it was for you to care about something like this. Move on ffs

Wow lol someone call this guy's mother I think they're crying!

I won't give you too much time of my life. I don't play games or consume content exploring religious imagery, because to me, it's wrong. I brushed it off for a long time but now i realise how it hurts people. It hurts to look at the screen and see your faith slapped and stepped on for something to "look cool".

It's not by far the biggest threat candomblé ever faced, it's not even a threat, I never said it was, but it's my duty AS A FOLLOWER to speak up on injustice. That's why I wrote that post, not because I love arguing, because I'm affected. I'm sorry that you cannot empathize with other people on something that only hurts them emotionally.

Do I need to get my temples burnt and my family killed to speak out? I loved a piece of media, then it showed disregard to my prople, and I wanted other people to know in case they didn't want to go on knowing that. You can play it though, see if I care.

I think this closes in my point. While the issue affects me, since you clearly don't care, it shouldn't affect you so that you send me this kind of aggressive message. Respectfully, get out of the way.

Consider not consuming religious imagery in the future. xoxo

[jubiilee13]

I am begging for jealous Mike either angsty or fluff

But just imagine him pouting because we are focused on Abby and he wants our attention

But angst hes suddenly back to when the house was hollow and his parents barely uttered a word to him

YEA YEA YEA YEA NOW WERE TALKING OMG

this literally made me emotional writing it my poor pookie bear hes so wifey he doesnt deserve that

this is not proof read so it may be a bit ass so sorry

love you anon 😍

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It was summer break for Abby, and by this point you and Mike had been dating for a few months.

Mike was… clingy to say the very least.

Not that you minded of course, you thought it was quite cute when he clung to your side at every oppurtunity.

It did interfere at times however...

Now was one of those times.

You sat beside abby at her desk, listening carefully as she explained each little bit of her drawing which was currently in progress.

A gentle smile formed on your lips, and you watched her carefully, your hand combing through her hair as she works.

She continued her rambles, and you cant help but chuckle at her eagerness.

A knock on abbys door tears you from your thoughts, yet abby doesn't flinch, continuing her work as you gently pat her back, telling her you'll be back in a moment.

When you open the door, you meet mikes tired gaze, and you frown a bit, stepping out and closing the door behind you. (to ensure abby's masterpiece making isnt disturbed)

"You ok my darling?" your voice asks, concern evident in your tone.

Mike nods, but it is hesitant, and he immediately begins to ramble nervously "it-its stupid nevermind" he whispers, sounding almost embarrassed as he turns on his heel to leave.

Your gentle hand reaches out to grab his own, eyebrows furrowing with concern.

"Its not stupid, talk to me mike, im here to listen" You say, your grasp on his arm gentle, yet enough to cause him to break.

He lets out a quiet sob, and you dont hesitate to pull him into your arms.

"Hey hey hey im here mike, im here, talk to me, ive got you" you say gently, one hand combing through his hair as he cries into your shoulder.

You let him cry, leading him to the living room couch where he rests his head on your shoulder as he sniffles.

"You wanna talk about it" you mumble, still caressing his hair

He nods softly, taking a few deep breaths to compose himself before he begins to speak.

"I-i- i wasnt g-given much attention as a kid... after garret a-after all my... my mom and d-dad were too wrapped u-up in their grief to... to care... there were nights w-when i had to cook my o-own dinner... i-i i didnt even know how... but burnt food was b-better than starving. even before the w-whole garret thing, he was t-their golden child" he says, taking in another shaky breath as he continues.

"Ever... ever since i started dating y-you... i felt... i felt loved... cared for... but s-sometimes i get... scared that... one day you'll just... stop caring. I-i mean you love abby s-so much- and i d-do too dont get m-me wrong... its s-stupid i know but s-some days i get scared abby w-will be just like garret... and you'll leave me like they did" he whispers, a bit embarassed by his jealousy of his younger sister.

Your face softens, and you pull away to cup his face with your gentle hands.

"Your problems are not stupid, and i love you so much mike, more than i think words can even portray, i will never, and i mean NEVER stop caring about you, you are my sun, moon, and stars, you know that?" you say gently, a smile on your face as you wipe any stray tears that escape his beautiful eyes.

"Im sorry it seems like ive been neglecting you for abby, that girl is just the sweetest and shes like a daughter to me, but never will i ever stop caring for you over her" you say eyes never leaving his own

he sniffles again, and another wave of tears takes over him as he engulfs you in his arms now, body shaking as you comfort him.

The two of you would be ok

It takes time to heal, but deep down mike knew that he had found a keeper, and he wouldnt want to heal with anyone else but you

[sixosix]

HAIIIIIIIIII!!! how r u bookie bearrrr! i just finished rereading thawed andddd i have some reader(my reader) headcanons to give u<33

1) reader w an eyepatch!! yknow, from ch 2 where she sneaked on a mission and got burnt,,, it could be a scar under there or maybe she cant see in that eye but idk yet

2) her rat tail-ish hair!! i hc that when she was young, she really idolized arlecchino and growed her hair so they could match... and so heres the juicy part. lyney notices that when they spar, reader's hair kind of gets in the way bc its only kept by one singular hair tie. but she still slays tho so it wasnt really a problem but lyney is a simp so he begged lynette to teach him how to braid (i hc lynette does his braids) so that he can braid reader's hair. and after like weeks of him offering her to braid her hair, she finally lets him. after that, lyney would always braid her hair when he sees it bothering her orrr she sometimes(like, maybe 3 times) approaches him first to do her hair (bro was over the moon trust me)

that why it is now her default hairstyle(maybe its for closure,,,)

3)her vision is as close to her as possible bc its the only thing that gives her worth,,,

4) columbina. thats it, thats the tweet.

5) i forgor to draw it but i also hc that she wears gloves when she goes out bc some of those scars dont look like it comes from plants,,,

her design isnt actually final bc im still unsatisfied, like, stuff is not blending in yk like ah basta ganon WHAHAHSGJAH the first pic might look ike shit bc my tablet is not resonating w me so apologies..

i will now proceed to, once again, reread thawed bc it has become my daily therapy<3

have a nice day!!

OH MY GOSH AKAGI I WAS SO EXCITED WHEN I SAW U IN MY INBOX LIK.E. omfg. AND U NEVER FAIL TO HAVE ME IN AWE. your concept of thawed!reader is SO so genius--you get her so well its like we exchanged waves while thawed was in the works.

THE EYEPATCH. i love that. I LOVE THAT. I LOVE THAT. i know u said u reread it but im actually so happy u take those scenes into mind

THE RAT TAIL HAIR. Hello. ure insane. ure a genius. youre fuckedup for that btw im hurt thats so sad and so cute. AND LYNEY LEARNING HOWTO BRAID FOR HER? bye. Im dead and gone.

the vision hc :( the worth line :( AHHHHHHHHHH How do u do it. its like u wrote thawed… AND COLUMBINA? absolutely yes. Thats canon. I, STILL NOT OVER THE RAT TAIL HAIRSTYL

tbh i keep tge readers appearance vague for the sake of staying true to its concept as a 'reader' fanfic but your hcs are so good that i feel the need to incorporate it in my series so bad. the need is so strong,,,, akagi what are u doing to me.... stop being so good.... YOUR READER IS CLAWING AT ME

[plaguethewaters]

@thetiredyuk i am having more Thoughts about that one - ranboo is the sone of death beeduo au. I was about to just send you an ask but also this is almost 2k words so it may be better off as a post lmfao

So like. bullet points time, this is an approximate summary of what i think the Plot would be like - wordbuilding aside

(Temporary mcd, suicide warning)

Year like, 1500 something (to be more well researched but i do want it to be like. something something renaissance. it works) we've got two poor ass kids born of the same year. Except tommy is pretty much a normal guy, liked by his family and such. His parents have enough children they can gamble for at least one to be successfull, so they send him to be a painter's apprentice in the hope he'll make some kind of money. There, in the slighter bigger town thats almost a city but not quite, he meets tubbo. Now Tubbo would have been a normal guy, except he was born with facial deformities so now everyone thinks he's a demonic freak hated by the gods (this renaissance world is politheistic bc kristin needs to be there and also i wil not do christianity if i dont have to lmao.)

Tommy is not intimidated by any gods. obviously. also his dad is really into the goddess of death and he prays enough for both of them, so he's like. protected and shite. And he immidiately hits it off with the cursed boy

surprise hes not actually cursed but people are dicks anyways. Tommy makes him a fancy mask to cover his face - even thought its totally cool as shit, but its cool enough only tommy should ever get to see it - and that eventually does help him. Because tubbo wasnt like, a shit guy. Hes a damn good builder and knows how to read, which are talents big enough that the costruction workers for that church out of town are ready to ignore the whole probably cursed thing. As long as he as the masks.

Tommy: makes him the first genuine gift hes ever received in fifteen years of life Tubbo: never takes it off again. like never Tommy: shocked pikachu face

anyways so tommy dies like. super young. They have their fun for a few years but at like seventeen tommy is called to be the artist for this very fancy duke of the town over - and at the start they'r super happy bc that means Money and Food and Roof over your head and shite. its a very good fucking deal.

except the noble is a bastard. His town revolts against him, and when they storm the castle they aren't exactly asking names or faces: tommy gets immidiately like, super destroyed by the crowd, and dies a few minutes later.

Tubbo hears of this like five months later bc its the fifteen hunderds and hes poor.

He does Not take it very well ngl

He goes a bit murdery - basically hes like "im not living without tommy, might as well burn down a village while im at it right, right."

Now ranboo, in all of this, freshly the equivalent of seventeen for an immortal death being, is starting on their training to actually become death- His mom send him on a quaint little village in europe thinking "hey, the most those guys die of is like. malaria. consumption maybe. itll be easy as hell"

And now like two hundred different souls are around him with FIRE written on their foreheads and Ranboo feels distinctly outside of his range, to be really honest.

he steps a couple ethereak planes down just to see what the heck is the matter - if this is another of those voide beings his mom will be Super Pissed and they want to see that reaction

And it isnt the void people

Instead, in front of their eyes, the singular most beautiful person hes ever seen - and hes seen lots, in this line of work.

He cant see their face, but their actions speak enough. The sheer rage, the almost dance like movement of their body perfectly framed by the light of their torch, seeing no humanity or mercy in whatever their searching for. their hair look angelic in its softness, burnt by the worst flames of hell and yet tended by the same hands who wield it - strong hands, clearly forged by hard work and dedication. This is a guy who has nothing to lose, and there's little Death loves most than someone who doesnt fear it.

He has to go down, has to speak to them immidiately.

So he does.

There's really no time - his mom had given the singular rule not to interact with humans, shell be on them in Seconds- but one question can be asked in the haste: "What brings a mortal to do this?"

"It's all for you, love!" the mortal says. They also say some other things, after, but Ranboo is not very well versed in the human tongue and they are speaking Very Loudly.

(Tubbo actually said "Fuck you, you motherfucker it's Your Fault, you took every single thing i love". Easy mistake, if one thinks about it.)

Their mom is Pretty Pissed but she does undesrtand stupid things done for young love. So she's like "eh, ive loved mortals too. go have fun" and everything

Except a year passes, and ranboo still hasnt even spoken to the guy, and she remembers suddenly Mortality Exists.

Shes never had them take a soul who died naturally - for lack of occasion, mostly - and they may have been. a tad sheltered. They most definitely do Not know what death actually is like for humans, nor how long does it take for them to die

she wonders if it would be a tad overprotective to take this over for them

she thinks about seventy years in the future, at most, when the boy dies. She thinks that her son cannot cry but can definitely cry. she thinks of their screams of sadness ringing through her ears-

Tubbo wakes up in the river, alive.

He did not Intend to be alive, and it's actually quite unfortunate for him to be so.The survivors are quite angry and probably close to him, now. Welp, no way to die is reallt any worse than another, he thinks. Ill just wait here for them.

When the pitchfork collapses his heart and he continues breathing, he understands something might be a little bit wrong.

And like, a good five hundred years pass like this.

Things Tubbo has learned in his five hundred, twenty three and two halves years on this demon forsaken earth:

Clothes get so much shittier over time. he has One (1) tailored shit from the 1800 and Nothing has even barely compared to it ever since.

getting stabbed does not hurt less just because youre not actually dying. Poisoning is actiively way worse since you're not actually dying. Diving off cliffs is Not Fun. In general, try not to do dying things even if youre immortal

theres a hole in his heart where his loved ones were and it will never get filled

Food gets esponentially better over time. Lord bless whoever decided curry should go on chicken because they were Cooking For Real. Chocolate was still better before though.

Working for soulles bosses has not changed At All in all of this time tho.

he works at mcdonalds because no college would accept his non existant resume, and being immortal dosent deprive him of his needs unfortunately. The manager took one look at this kid dressed from like three different centuries with a goat mask on his head and was like. why not. at least youre not a stoner and you know how to read.

His coworkers firmly believe hes a criptid and have a full going investigation to prove it. The highest bet at fifty dollars says hes mothman in disguise, there to eat the fliest that live on their shitty food. The lowest bets hes an angel waiting for the right time to brign down armageddon.

Every night he goes in the woods to an almost forgotten Death altar and he prays. Half of his prayers consist of insults and the other half are pleas for her to fucking kill him already

This does not help the criptid chronicles

Kristin also has like. only so much patience. Hes holding up the prayers line - which is actually still pretty fucking used in central asia - and hes generally annoying as shit.

She takes ranboo by the scruff, gives them a passable human form, and throws them down there. Get your shit together boy youre like a thousand years old. Get your man (to stop fucking with the phoneline)

Ranboo is Not Enthusiastic about this but cmon. Hes death. How hard can working at a mac really be?

Spoiler it is

Spoiler it does Not matter, because awkwardness aside ranboo is funny, and easy to talk to, and compassionate and caring. He doesnt want to kill tubbo, he doesnt look at him like hes a fictional creature (and yes marcie, hes seen the bet table), he isnt his soulless boss. Tubbo is grieving but he also very desperstely wants a friend.

One day someone stops at his shitty apartment at like three am

Ranboo stands in fron of his door drenched from head to toe, holding the possibly smallest kitten tubbo has ever seen in his Life. Hes miserable but the cat is miracoulously dry, screaming their head off - and ranboo is panicking. Are they okay are they dying? Do you have any food i dont know what he eats but its so small and i didnt know where else to go- please i dont want it to die or something and-

The moon shines on their long, wet hair and their stupid fucking suit is as wrinkled as ever. They look like they desperately want to rub their hands against each other but there is a kitten in the way and it probably makes them even more anxious - theres very little messes bigger than him, right now.

Tubbo falls in love.

They heal the kitten and keep enderchest in their now shared apartment.

They grow closer, and closer, and something is forming. Ranboo is aware a relationship cannot be based on lies, as much as it worries him how tubbo will react.

so he prepares like a romantic ass evening

roses and candles and a nice dinner with a fancy wine

tubbo almost gets flustered

except at the end of the night the confession isnt "i love you" but "im the guy who took away your only ffamily".

and he sees Red.

Ranboo doesnt remember what tubbo screamed, not exactly. He remembers grief, and crying, and feeling worse than he ever believed he could. He remembers the endless guilt sitting in his chest, and the slam of a door - maybe from the inside out. Hes definitely outside, now, and the house ifìs far away enough eh cant see it, but that could also be the tears.

His mother finds him crouched in a patch of grass, tears steaming down their cheeks in a constant flow. Shes not aware if they'd returned to death form to feel safer, or because they believed they deserved the burn. Shes not sure what option makes her feel worse.

shes aware that this is. pretty much her fault

TO HER DEFENSE she was not really aware humans were so touchy about death. The souls she reaps arent very talkative and the guy shes with is chill about it so like. maybe this one is weird

(the guy she's with is Phil, whos Decidly not a human but has also decided not to tell her yet. For the bit, yknow? He's been a live a couple thousand years, it would be awkward to drop it now. He's also somewhat a serial killer and Not Normal about death At All)

BUt this is still here fault and she does have to set it right a little bit

So she summons Tubbo to her persnoal room in the palace and goes like. "oi. why r u so mad little guy"

And hes like: you took away the single person whos ever loved me ever

"Wait that's the only problem?"

"What the fuck else would it be"

"thought u were mad at him cause he lied lol"

"LYING IS NOT WORSE THAN KILLING A GUY"

Anyways Kristen is so relieved rn. She thought tubbo was phisically like, repulsed by the concept of death and all, and he was mad that Ranboo lied to him and all. Which he is, but the rage is so so much less than the grief yknoe. And she knows how to fix it if its just one (1) measly soul

Tommy is so fucking confused

Th modern world is full of sounds and weird textures and the food is fucking fantastic but also Too Much, and Tubbo introduced him to this weird ass potion hed called a bong and now hes seeing gods the likes of which had never been discoveres

Over all hes just happy to be alive and with his best friend

He kinda hates ranboo. The fucker threw a scyte at him for no reason when tommy would have Almost Certainly survived because he is simply That Cool. Ranboo didn't believe in his awesomeness enough and is thus a Bitch

Tubbo is. iffy

He cant deny he has a teensy tiny crush now, because hes far too deep in this for that

But also ranboo did like. lie straight to his face

but also tubbo would Not have believed him if a random guy showed up at three am at a mcdonalds saying they were the child of death

and he Did trust that what he saw in ranboo was real, betrayal aside. No one fakes looking That much like a wet cat

so it does take a while. couple years in fact, to get back at the level of trust they had before (inster a cool anime montage where they have lots of fun together as roommates and cats coparents and all)

One night when they are - not back together, because they hadnt been dating before, but back to that almost definitely dating just not officialized stage- ranboo asks him if would ever want to be mortal again.

And tubbo thinks of it. His time on earth had been so plagued by grief hed never really ecperienced anything it had to offer. Hed never seen the sights or did anything at all besides praying for death, and thats kind of a shitty way to pass five hundred years

'But tubbo what about your humanity? wouldnt it be irrevocabily lost by giving awau something so fundamentally human as death" someone would ask. And tubbo would anser "ehh who cares"

He hasnt been fully human since hes burned that whole village down, anyway. And he likes the benefits of this life more than whateer moral superiority a Normal human would have over him

just-

"and tommy too, obviously. I get the feeling you dont like him dead" Ranboo jokes.

There's no decision at all then. Fuck yeah, immortal boyfriend and immortal brother what more could a fucker want.

They get to cause chaos on earth and probably kill a bunch of rich people for a long long time

the end :)

Im like. very tentatively calling this Deathless Death, in the vane hope that i will write something for this better thant bullet points. But for now bullet points it is

[tokkishouse]

If requests are closed ignore this but can you do xiao x reader?

The reader is an adeptus as well one xiao wasnt aware existed till the chasm incident when he saw a small crystal fly coming towards him before zhongli saved him.

How would he react and fall for the reader?

Fluff please? I've read too much angst

Requests are not closed! I was a little confused about what specifically you were looking for so if I need to adjust, by all means, let me know ❤️ I tried to make this fluffy but I think. I made it too solemn. Also, thank you all for 300+ followers. I'm so glad you all enjoy my writing. It really motivates me to keep at it 😊

(Sfw) Falling for You

Characters: Xiao x GN!Reader

Warnings: Spoilers for the 2.7 archon quest, reader is an adeptus with a pyro vision, it's fluffy?? To an extent? A bit of a somber end but no one necessarily dies

WC: 1.6k Words

Check out Pt. 2 Here! (nsfw)

Xiao felt his body grow weaker as he fell deeper down into The Chasm, the panicked voices of his allies but a distant sound. He had put all his energy and power into sending them back home-- he had done his duty faithfully. There was no need to feel regret or fear for the inevitable.

Just as his eyes slowly fall shut, a small red crystal fly flutters towards him. Only for a moment, a glimpse of life before his eyes. Before he can focus too hard, a glimmer of yellow shines, and geo-energy shoots right at him. Warmth encases him and as he closes his eyes, the crystal fly disappears.

Soon after, he appears outside The Chasm with the others, who hurriedly run over to check on him. His mind is racing and the residual energy is buzzing off of him. The words of concern from his allies fall on deaf ears-- all he could focus on was what he saw as he was falling.

That crystal fly...why is its energy so familiar...

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The next time Xiao feels that familiar energy, he's out patrolling the beaches near Wangshu Inn. One of the renters at the inn mentioned a hilichurl camp that was giving trouble to passersby and he wanted to investigate for himself. When he arrived, he saw you standing there, back facing towards him, in the center of what he can assume is the remains of the camp.

Smoke and water vapor rise around you and the smell of burnt wood and flesh floods his nostrils. You made quick work of the camp, as there was barely a mask left behind in the wreckage.

"I'm glad to see you are able to be up and moving fairly quickly, Alatus."

Xiao tensed a little-- you never turned around and yet you knew who was behind you.

"I'm an adeptus. It is not easy to take me down," he replies, tightening the grip on his spear. "Who are you?"

You finally look back at him, wearing a smile that does not quite reach your eyes.

"I am Y/N. Nice to meet you."

Xiao's breath hitches as he meets your eyes. There are speckles of red in your iris, reminding him of embers flittering off a flame. The longer he holds eye contact with you, the more intense the feeling of his heartbeat gets. It's loud and rumbles like thunder. He was sure there were no other adepti, and he definitely did not sense your presence in the chasm before. So how...

"I'm quite new actually. Only a few hundred years old-- nothing compared to your age I'd imagine," your voice pierces through his head, breaking him out of his thoughts. "I signed a contract with Morax and was spending my time in Natlan. However, when he told me what you were up to, I made my way back here."

Xiao studies your face, looking for any trace of deception. But your smile, while ingenuine, revealed no such thing.

"Then, you were the crystal fly?" He questions, and you nod, your smile widening.

"Ding ding ding-- we have a winner! I help Morax figure out where you were so he could rescue you. Although, I'm sure he would've found you all on his own eventually. He is the Geo Archon."

You pull out a pocketwatch from your bag, clicking your tongue when you see the time.

"It appears that I'm running behind on another errand. You'll have to forgive me, Alatus," you apologize, putting the pocket watch away. Just as you're about to run off, he stops you.

"Xiao. Call me Xiao," he insists. "That name carries memories and a history that is no longer relevant."

You look back at him, eyes scanning over his features properly. After a bit, the warmth from your smile reaches your eyes, and you nod.

"I'll see you around, Xiao."

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You and Xiao meet up more after that day. At first, you'd make bi-weekly trips to Wangshuu Inn, relaxing on the rooftop under the shining moon with Xiao as you recount your adventures to him. You remind him of Ganyu or even Yanfei, with you all having closer proximity to humans and even the mannerisms you've managed to adopt.

On one particular evening, you both exchange your favorite meals: he lets you try almond tofu, and you offer him a delicacy from Natlan. Neither dishes are to the other's taste, and you laugh it off as a result of "different environments." Nonetheless, you always bring him something to try and he does grow fond of the spicy and sweet candies that come from the land of pyro, along with the adeptus that guards the nation.

It wasn't until you had been coming for about 4 months that the yaksha finally realized his feelings for you. It was during the Lantern Rite Festival-- everyone was coming together to celebrate the memories of those who had passed. The streets were bustling with life and joy-- a sight that he knew you would not want to miss

Currently, Xiao is walking around the streets, searching for you. You promised that you would be there to release a lantern with him.

"Where are they?" He ponders to himself as he watches festivalgoers walk past and interact with the merchants.

A sudden warmth fills his chest, startling him a bit. He looks up and sees you standing on the roof of one of the buildings, holding a lantern. You flash him a grin and leap off. Catch me if you can, your actions read. Xiao grunts and he leaps after you, not wasting time.

You two race across the city toward the harbor, jumping over congested roads and excited patrons. It's not long before you land at the edge of the dock, Xiao landing right behind you.

"You're a tad too slow, Alatus," you tease, turning to face the yaksha. He grunts, looking away.

"You had a head start."

"Is that what we're going with? The 'head start' excuse?" You laugh, and Xiao is reminded of the bells that ring as merchants push their carts down the streets, selling their wares. A familiar and welcoming sound.

"You already have a lantern," he comments, deciding the change the subject.

You look down at the object in your hand, the heat from the candle inside warming your palms. It was carefully crafted, with a fire-breathing dragon painted outside. The way the flames danced inside made it look like the dragon's fire was alive and moving.

His, on the other hand, had a large peng bird painted on the outside, its wings spread to wrap around lantern. As the fire danced, it gave off the illusion of the wings flapping.

"Shall we release them together?" You ask, and he nods, stepping closer to the edge of the harbor.

You both stand there, waiting for the people in the city to release their lanterns first. You enjoy the environment around you-- a cool sea breeze blows past and you can hear the soft creaking of the nearby boats. The waves crash against the harbor walls and if you listen really closely, you can hear the slow breathing of you and Xiao as you stare out to the sea.

"You confuse me," Xiao states, earning an amused look from you.

"Oh? How so?"

He swallows thickly, his gaze focused on the ground and his mind racing as he searches for the right words to say. How does he explain the unnatural feelings he's felt all this time.

"You leave me wanting to see you daily. The time spent away from you has me feeling more irritable than usual. When you are here, it's like my karmic debt doesn't exist and I am allowed to simply be," he starts, slowly looking up to meet your gaze.

"I find needless chatter about everyday occurrences needless, and yet every time you're near I wish to hear you speak more. My head hurts and my chest aches, but they pain me more when you're gone...How does that work? Is it an adeptus ability you have trained to weaken me?"

You stare at him, gaze unwavering. It's overwhelming-- it's suffocating. You don't react or respond right away, and it's making Xiao feel like you're tearing everything he said apart, piece by piece. Why won't you look away? Why do you keep staring at me with such firey passion? Why oh why do I still want you to look on, to only keep your eyes on me?

"Alatus."

He gasps at your sudden proximity and nearly stumbles back. Your voice is light-- if the wind blew harder he'd have an issue hearing what you have to say. The embers in your eyes burn brightly.

"Do you want to know what those feelings mean?"

Amber eyes stare back at you, revealing millions of thoughts scrolling by. You can feel his breath against your lips, and your heartbeats are like drums beating in synch. Time seems to slow down and it's just you two in the harbor. You both wait with bated breath for his response.

"Yes," he breathes out finally.

Your lantern is released, floating up into the sky to join the hundreds of others that spread across the starry night, and warmth spreads across Xiao's lips. You taste of jueyun chillis and sugary rice pudding, and it's all he can taste. All he can feel is your body against his and the inviting movements of your lips on his. He releases his lantern next and wraps his arms around your body, the firm grip a reminder of his desire to not let you go. Not yet at least.

Under the sea of golden light, you two share a lover's embrace. Duties are but a second thought-- the first being entirely devoted to each other.

Requests (both sfw and nsfw) are open~!

[lalaluvvs]

robot sug pt 2

thanks for all the love lately! im clearly having too much fun writing these...

Suguru doesn't remember when it started, but he knew he was in trouble the second it did.

He felt a pang in his heart- or what mimicked a human heart- and felt fear like he never had before. He began running through all the tests in his software, frantically running every program back to back. They all came back positive, with no sign of anything wrong.

But he felt wrong.

That morning he kept his strange feeling to himself. Not the smartest decision, he would admit, but he'd rather not bother Satoru with useless checks. He would remind him over and over that he was never a problem, but Suguru did not yet have the emotional intelligence to tell whether that were true.

However, as stupid and oblivious as the guy was, Satoru noticed a change within his companion. He forgot to make the bed, and allowed him to throw his clothes around the room. What's worse- he was burning the pancakes.

"Hey." Satoru comes up behind him, soft hand pressed into his shoulder. He's taken aback by the flinch it illicits, and pulls back a second later. "You seem out of it today. Why don't you take the time to recharge?"

Suguru shakes his head, less stiff now than he was just a few months prior. He was learning, and he was learning fast. "No." he sighs. It was eerily human-like. "Im fine. I promise. Just- need to start over."

He tosses out the burnt pancake from the pan and plops more batter onto it, watching it carefully before Satoru notices his eyes grow distant with thought. He doesn't mention it for the time being.

Satoru picks a grape from the fresh bowl of fruits Suguru always left out for him. He was so good at buying the sweet ones. "Nah it's cool. I'll just order some takeout, no biggie."

Suguru glares at him and there's something so irritatingly authoritative in his eyes that he can't stand, something that says "not even an option." He does best with avoidance, so he walks away before he has to hear his speech. He wanders aimlessly through the kitchen, keeping a close eye on Suguru and watching him fail uncharacteristically at making breakfast. It was seriously hard to watch.

He hums, running down to the basement and coming back up with his tools in hand. Suguru only side eyes him, relaxing only when he realizes that it's too early for Satoru's antics. He usually offers a grace period of peace. Usually.

That's until he starts throwing the tools haphazardly around the table. They clatter and thunk, interrupting Suguru's quiet, peaceful morning. To be fair, it wasnt like it was all that quiet in his head anyway.

He creates a small circle of tools right beside him as he sits at the kitchen table, flipped away from the table, staring at Suguru's back until he starts to get the hint.

Suguru does, in fact, get the hint after about thirty seconds. He really did have such a good robot.

"What do you need?" Suguru frowns, arms crossed in front of his chest. He was getting so bold recently, and it made Satoru so proud to see him out of his shell.

"Other than breakfast?" he holds up his tools, grinning ear to ear. ""m gonna fix ya!"

Suguru only looks at him, head cocked to the side.

"Oh don't look at me like that. Come here." He urges Suguru to sit in the chair he pulled right in front of him.

Begrudgingly, the robot moves. More out of a sense of 'I owe this man my life' than obedience. Although, thinking about it, he would follow every single request, no matter how ridiculous. There, again. The pang in his heart. He'd been feeling it off and on, keeping track of when it came, but he still had no answer as to what could've caused it.

He picks his eyes up then, meeting Satoru's lively, blue ones and has to fight the impulse to flinch back at his closeness. God, when did that become a thing?

He feels the pang again. He doesn't consider this pain. No, the opposite. When he looks into his eyes, he feels something like- well like when you finish a new, hefty update. Or when you're given nice things, like clothes and a roof over your head and a pan to make pancakes in the morning. It's the feeling of getting up and taking care of someone, even when they're fully capable of taking care of themselves.

This feeling... it didn't have a name in his mind. It was just familiar, surrounded by all the things he would be afraid to lose. Like his new wardrobe, or his pan for pancakes, or the mornings he spent with Satoru.

He knew what the pang was. He just couldn't bring himself to admit that. Not now, and probably not ever. Satoru would simply not want him anymore, he decided.

So, he sat back and let the young engineer pull all the wires and push all the buttons he needed to.

Satoru would never figure out what his problem was, and figured he would just take a break from working on Suguru for a while. He knew Suguru was aware of something he wasn't, but for some reason he didn't find it important enough to bother him about it. He was like that about everything.

He realized on that day that he held a secret with the power to destroy everything he's been gicen these past few months. He was getting greedy. He wouldn't ask for Satoru to love him. He couldn't. Not when everything about him made him a fraud.

[marimeeko]

Out of the death threads, togas case will likely be the easiest to fix so I am not worried.

Like she's giving blood, if she is tended to in a timely matter, by another hero and or medic, she could ALSO recieve a transfusion, they'll give her a cookie and send her off to the recovery bay. (A little more complicated than that but yk).

(Also, how much blood would Ochako even need, she hasn't completely bled out and it's only one major stab wound...I don't think she would need all of Togas blood?? A tad overdramatic maybe??

Same for Ochako, Himiko tended to her, and stitched up her wound, and is currently receiving transfusion. She's in a rough shape now, but she should be fine as well.

Katsuki is a lot more complicated because man's heart got pierced or exploded in his chest. I am still worried but feel like he is too important to perma-die, his relationship arc with Izuku is not finished yet, it would have been such a sad way to die(with him longing so badly to reach Izuku and knowing that at that point he never could and that Izuku wasnt going to be there to save him) and otherwise I feel like I'm just waiting for the plot armor to kick in. But he got tended to right away and hopefully through another heros sacrifice and unconventional technique, he will be functionally fine until a hospital can get a hold of him...but STILL MAN IS BASICALLY GETTING A BRAND NEW EMERGENCY HEART ON THE BATTLE FIELD

Touya... honestly the man is a crisp. He is charred, there isn't even much left of him. If a human being was burnt that badly they wouldn't be talking anymore like touya was, they'd be 100 percent DEAD, unable to move, call out or cry about how much they hate every one. Even Anakin Skywalker is looking at this like "OH. DAMN." IDK what kind of quirk Magic and power of family is keeping him alive at this point, but he is still ALIVE.

If you're gonna tell me that the girl who basically just needs a blood transfusion to replace the blood shes giving is gonna be the one to die, I'd say READ THE ROOM, The context that one guy lost his heart and is getting fixed and one guy is currently in the same state as the lone French fry that got dropped in the bottom of your oven and never got picked out but is still somehow carrying on yelling at his family?

Nahhh

She's gonna be fine

[thepeonysbackup]

Fuck, these Mind swap fics are a goldmine.

I imagine that Mind swap Vox is almost the opposite of Lucifer, he says he doesn't want to fuck because there's no way he'll let himself be someone else's bitch, it bad enough he goes through with that regularly with Val and Val has turned his hounding up a notch with them mind swapping, but he can't stop touching himself any moment he has in private, hes thinks of alot of people while he touches himself like Val and Al but always looks back to you in his body. When the touching no longer is enough, he begging you to jump his bones, would genuinely be upset when you swap back.

We can all agree that he totally would.. But what if the one who switched was an actor in the studio??

Pairing: Vox x Reader x Valentino

Word count: N/A

Plot: Reader is a sexworker, minor dubcon, and harassment.

Mind!swappedVox, who finds himself in a cheap basement room at the studio, blindfolded and cuffed to a bed, while the scent of heavy liquors mingled with cigarettes and patchouli incense. Whos face scrunches up as he kicks his soft but aching legs and calls out to anyone who might be behind the dark cloth and blinding lights.

Mind!swapped Vox, who cries out in disgust as he feels the hand of an actor caress his toned thigh, leg kicking them as he struggled to get himself up and off the mattress as Valentinos annoyed voice rung around the set, "Come on baby, do we another shot to calm you?" He'd ask while his form neared the bed, and the doors slammed open in the studio to reveal a heaving Tv-man and his assistant running behind him.

Mind!swapped Vox, who is freed by a rambling voice that reminded him so much of himself that it made him scramble to get his blindfold off, only to see his dark but foggy grey skin with scales and burnt marks all over. The vast majority of cuts and bruises scattered all over a body so foreign that he'd almost feel sorry for the person. But it was himself. Who gazed widely at the sight of himself rambling on to the mothman as fast as his glitching face could.

Mind!swapped Vox, who sat helplessly red as his partners in both business and pleasure cackled away at his new misfortune. Velvette happily snapping some photos for blackmail as Valentino made plans on how to dress him for the time being. Who felt as though he was the only one wondering who in the seven circles had the ability to do such a thing to him, who had the fucking audacity to meddle with his work. Who glared at you playing with his body like his electric bolts of energy were merely toys to fiddle with.

Mind!swapped Vox, who is catcalled whilst walking around his buildings, even in his own suits. It's the damn feminine hips and curvaceous bust and hind end that made his mind boil with rage.. The feminine disgusting feeling of enjoyment from such attention, like he was a whore.. He wasnt.

Mindswapped Vox, who forces you to stay at V-tower so he can keep a watchful eye on you while in his body. So he can look at himself as you waltzed around with Val tailing you and catching you off guard as much as he can.

Mind!swapped Vox, who draws his own baths, for you AND him. Who adds his favorite bubbles and includes the bath salts that give him that.. odd yet comforting musk, that everyday business man with just a dash of espresso in his black coffee. Who forcefully dotes on his body as if he were a god of all gods, attentive and precise.

Mind!swapped Vox, who finds himself still working long hours at his office anyhow, bent over his desk typing away manually like long before he had gotten the freshest updates that simply was able to allow him to do so over his screen. Who finds no relief all those days in your body, unable to find those special spots to get him over that sweet ledge. Who, no matter how risky, voyeuristic, or public, his setting gets just simply can not release that itch, even with his faithful assistant or random soul tied plebeian.

Mind!swapped Vox, who comes back to the tower just to find himself pinned against the couch by his business partner. Who grumbles at the sight of Valentino rutting his hips against his as you hold onto the golden chain connecting to each of the mothdemons' pierced nipples and pull him down so that the both of you could makeout sloppily as the extras arms of the other disrobe you. "What the fuck Val!?!"

Mind!swapped Vox, who writhed as his sensitive skin rubbed against more than just his hand. Who whined as he was squished between two lithe body's and was kissed deeply by the purple moth demon. Who tasted the love potion like he'd never done before as his tongue delved deeply down his throat. Who shivered as the pimp chuckled into it and let his other hands grope and feel his girlish figure up. Who moaned like a bitch in heat as you tweaked the hardened nipples of your body and rolled them between his claws with light zaps of his power shaking through him. So that's what it felt like everytime? Fucking christ..

Mind!swapped Vox, who happily let's himself get skewered on two of the longest and thickest cocks he's ever let be put inside him. Who gargles almost expertly on his own tip before gagging helplessly on his shaft as Valentino pistons three of his four wriggling phallus' inside each hole, the fourth stimulating his clit as though it were a button to be mashed like when he played games as two of them stretched your body's pussy wide and the last took no mercy on your ass.

Mind!swapped Vox, who finds himself begging, wailing, yearning for more friction, more attention, more... more.. more.. "Ahh- Armacito, you feel so good- So tight, mmm doesn't he amor?" Who slams himself down onto his cock at almost a record breaking pace for you, watching happily as his body short circuited and spasmed with each new rock of his hips. Who wanted more to the electricity that coursed through his powerful overlord body, who wanted all the raw unadulterated power that he could gain from himself through load after load of hard rounds.

Mind!swapped Vox, who eventually tires even Valentino out and then himself before the lot of you remain in a peaceful pile of sticky and sweaty mess.

Mind!swapped Vox who wakes sorely to his body laying over both yours and Valentinos, cock tucked between your thighs as you shifted and made it reharden. Who takes his time to make you start screaming again with pleasure as Val simply rests and let's you use him as a brace as you get plowed into his chest.

Mind!swapped Vox, who doesn't care that Velvette has been sitting on the side, recording some SinToks of herself the whole time. Who simply drills harder, more wantonly, needily, like he must have it. Who internally curses whatever fates had changed them back, who longs for the feeling of his cock pounding into his cervix instead of being gripped so tightly its like he was fucking a virgin.

Mind!swapped Vox, who needs to fill you up again.. and again.. and again.. and again..

[likeadog]

my itemswap ishizu! i decided to indulge myself and bring back "naomi"-- i definitely wasnt the first person to come up with a yami ishizu, but when i was 12 i decided to call her naomi because of the one yugioh game that called her that, and she proceeded to live in my head rent free for a couple of years

story + design run down below cut

naomi is the product of itemswap ishizu using the rod on herself to chisel off inconvenient emotions (see: how the rod can be used to split mariks soul across hosts and rip ka monsters out of people by set) like guilt or pity or indignation in order to protect her brother and the pharaoh (ie using the ability to control minds in heinous ways). eventually all these little scraps are Not So Little and form something akin to a consciousness of her own. im not entirely sure how/when to do the emergence but unlike yami malik or the ghosts she takes a name of her own as an act of self-determination and wants to assert herself as a person through a variety of means ranging from claiming the tombkeepers birthright because shes the eldest (ishizus envy of marik) to turning on tkb (resentment of duty) while similar to ymarik in that she can be a bit of a loose cannon, i think the circumstances of her existence greatly soften the blow in the sense that she also carries ishizus sympathy for others and altruistic willingness to die for those she loves. that being said, she can also be a lot more contradictory and conniving than he is.

naomi is not responsible for their fathers death. she wasnt "born" yet. ishizu did that after he took the last piece of the puzzle from marik after he defied his punishment of odion, in order to retrieve it and give it to him. the guilt and conflicting feelings about it are what ishizu first scrapes off her own brain like burnt cheese on a stove that begins forming the basis for naomi

design wise her outfit takes elements from canon + priest set (since isis now takes that role) and the hair looking like wings 1) resembles the rod 2) resembles obelisk 3) resembles wings a la the myth of isis the goddess bc i want to tinker with isis / osiris / anubis symbolism w the ishtars she took off the hair bangles as a way of lashing out at the past and being forced to assume the role of her mother. lots of tradition conflicts in this one. hence also why she assumes the kohl of the heir-- asserting her birthright as the eldest

her fixation on personhood comes from "you cant just make me and treat me like scraps when i never even asked to be alive" & a desire to prove she doesnt need someone else to give her the right to live. which of course correlates to. well. coughs abd looks at the panel abt ishizus birth jungian shadow ahit

and unlike ymarik who was destroyed as a representation of letting go of the burden of anger and hatred the conclusion to their little arc is about reunification and acceptance but thats wip

[every-captain]

2023 Year in Review! Some thoughts about the year under the cut~

I did yet more zine pieces this last year, making the total number of zines I've worked on over 2022 and 2023 something like 14 or 15. January, April, and October are all big juicy zine pieces that I'm really proud of.

The beginning of 2023 my art kind of took a back seat, since I was just out of art school and feeling pretty burnt out and uninspired. There wasnt a ton to work with when putting this together for those months.

Around May I had a rather abrupt host switch from Elwin to Buck, which is why you see my new fursona dominating the second half of the year. It came with a burst in inspiration and a newfound enjoyment with art and drawing for myself, and I'm starting to love drawing for fun again. That was something I lost during the time I was in school.

I started streaming pretty seriously around July or August and did Nonstop November where I streamed every single day! I also made it really far into my Outfit of the Day challenge this year in December - further than I've ever made it before!

The year hasn't been the smoothest or the best, but I'm still looking forward to 2024. I cant wait to see where it takes me and where I end up at the end of it.