#im enjoying this so far

[xiaofengs]

High School Return Of A Gangster (2024)

[apologetic-artist]

So, I decided to join in and make my own Kinito sona/au! This is Repeat!Kinito

I have lots of ideas for this little bugger but a little bit about him under cut (idk if anyone else had this idea)

In this universe, KinitoPET is a game, not like the usually AI. Kinito acts like he usually does in the game, just the axolotl desktop buddy that we see in the game. The player/user doesn't get transported into their computer because it's a game. They user plays the game over and over again, looking for new secrets and replaying the endings for fun.

However, as it keeps on going and going, Kinito seems to gain some form of awareness. Kinito starts to notice that the player uses the same name over and over again when he's "downloaded" on the desktop. Some of the answers to his questions are the same as other times. Realizing that exact user is never actually taken into his digital world, so on, so forth. He wants to know what's going on.

That's all I have so far, might write a fanfic when I figure out AO3 :]

[itadorey]

a crochet update no one asked for but i made a little granny square and also a little pouch w tulips and i love it even if the tulips look a little wonky 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[russellius]

number of days since the last race: 4

number of days we got shirtless content on since the last race: 2

[cepheusgalaxy]

He was weakening. 

This would be his only chance. 

He’d behaved well for over a month, if he was counting correctly. If he behaved well, they fed him more (or starved him less), which meant he was stronger (not quite so weak), which meant he had a better shot at killing Yorath. 

He hadn’t been strong enough last time. He had known he would fail if he tried, so he had made one of the hardest decisions of his life and he hadn’t resisted. Good behaviour. The first several times Yorath had come, Gwilym had met him standing up with his feet planted in the middle of his cell, refusing to kneel of his own volition and making Yorath fight to force him down, refusing to speak out loud and let Yorath win. Last time, he’d forced himself to kneel as soon as he’d heard Yorath coming, and he had made himself speak. The first several times, he’d fought to protect himself. Last time, he’d been limp and compliant, and it had very nearly killed him to do that. It had meant food wasn’t withheld from him as a punishment. He had even gotten two small meals one day as a reward. 

It had to be worth it. 

He was stronger now. 

He couldn’t take it a single time more. 

He was on his knees again as Yorath entered his cell, but his toes were pressed against the floor, ready to spring up as soon as he had the chance.

He might not be able to escape, but he would kill Yorath, even if he were executed for it. They’d probably have to cut off his head to kill him, which meant they’d have to take off the collar, which might even give him an opening to run. 

“My Gwilym,” said Yorath. 

Gwilym’s stomach turned. “My king,” he whispered, his voice raspy. He swallowed down bile. 

It had to be worth it. Calling Yorath that, forcing himself to speak out loud because his wrists were chained and he couldn’t sign instead of staying silent…

It was a performance. He just had to think of it like he was acting out a play with Eria and Fen and Celyn like when they’d been younger. 

Fen and Eria and Celyn…

He wrenched his thoughts back. He couldn’t afford to get distracted. 

A performance. 

“It’s good to see you’ve learned.” 

Gwilym bowed his head, running his tongue lightly over his sharp teeth. 

It would taste of blood and skin, but he’d tasted blood before. He’d tasted other people’s blood before, even. 

He would enjoy tasting Yorath’s blood. 

He let his arms go limp behind him. 

As soon as Yorath got close enough to touch him, he would make his move. 

There would be tendons. He didn’t know if his teeth could cut through them. 

Yorath didn’t come close enough yet. He walked around Gwilym, stopping behind him. 

He stepped closer. 

Soon. 

This was a bad position for it, but soon. 

Yorath unlocked the manacle around Gwilym’s left wrist and eased it off. 

Oh, this was good. This was better than he’d anticipated. He would have to move fast, while his hands were still free. 

He let his hands drop to his sides. 

Soon. 

Yorath yanked down on the iron zipper at the back of his shirt. It let the shirt come on and off without unchaining his neck, and it burned a line into Gwilym’s skin. 

Cold air hit his bare back, and he shivered involuntarily. 

Yorath came back around in front of him, peeling off the shirt as he went. 

The shirt was off. 

He had to move now, before Yorath put the cuff back on his wrist. 

Now. 

He sprang up, opening his mouth wide and wrapping his hands around Yorath’s neck. 

His teeth were just touching Yorath’s throat when he slammed to a halt against his collar. 

Fuck. 

He had made sure to give himself enough space in the chain to reach his target, but Yorath must have shortened the chain while behind him. 

Yorath’s hand wrapped around Gwilym’s wrist, burning. 

Gwilym gritted his teeth. He might not be able to rip out Yorath’s throat, but he could still strangle him. He could still kill him. 

Yorath’s other hand drove a knife into Gwilym’s side. 

Gwilym stumbled back, gasping, instinctually letting go to press against his wound. 

“You’re a bad liar, Gwilym,” said Yorath. He threw another knife, lodging it just above Gwilym’s knee. 

No, no, no, no…

Gwilym fell. 

Yorath had known it was coming. 

All of his planning, all of his preparation, all of his faking, his compliance, had all been for nothing. 

It had all been for nothing. 

“I know you.”

“You don’t know me,” gasped Gwilym. You’ll never know me. 

“I know you wouldn’t suddenly give up completely like you did last month without an ulterior motive,” said Yorath. “I know you’re the type I have to break slowly. For several months you fought against me at every single moment. You refused to kneel or speak. You bit and struggled and scratched and spat. You knocked my tools out of my hands. Nothing motivated you to even stay still- not food, not water, not even an offer to let you bathe and clean your own waste off of you or the promise that I would go easier on you. Then suddenly you’re on your knees before you even see me and you’re calling me ‘my king’ in the most strained voice I’ve ever heard and you’re not only not fighting, but are actively doing what I tell you to and deliberately making it easier for me to hurt you? That wasn’t like you. I knew you were planning something. I guessed it was to kill me, because naturally that’s what you desperately want to do.”

Gwilym gasped in air again. The blades in his body kept him from healing (if he didn’t heal, he’d get infected. Would the infection kill him? He doubted it). 

“I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist if I freed your hands,” said Yorath. “So. Now that you have that out of your system.”

Gwilym shuddered. 

No, no, no…

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go…

Yorath plucked the knife out of Gwilym’s abdomen. 

Blood spilled across Gwilym’s bare blue skin.

Yorath grabbed Gwilym’s wrist, overpowering his resistance easily, and put his foot on it, forcing Gwilym’s hand flat against the floor. 

Gwilym yanked at his arm, tears starting to run down his face, but he was too weak. 

There was sudden, terrible pain at his right pinky knuckle. 

His hand got sticky. 

When Yorath stepped off his wrist, he saw that his pinky finger was gone. 

“You… cut off my finger,” he gasped. 

“It won’t grow back,” said Yorath. “Your father had the same magic as you. I know what heals and what doesn’t. Your grip strength will be much weaker now. Not strong enough to strangle someone. Your teeth won’t grow back either.” 

Gwilym brought his hand into his chest. It was covered in blood, but the knuckle was already healing over. 

His only chance, his last chance, had failed. 

“I’ve been thinking,” said Yorath, his pale eyes flicking over Gwilym’s bare torso, “that you have too many scars. We could do with a fresh canvas.” 

It took a minute for his meaning to sink in. 

“No,” whispered Gwilym. “No, please, no…” Sobs clogged his throat. “I don’t know if it grows back…” He did- it did- but this was his last ditch attempt at protecting himself even a little bit. “It might kill me,” he signed.

“It does. You’ll survive.” 

“Please,” whispered Gwilym. “Please, not that, anything else but that, please…” 

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[mintypsii]

i can't believe one piece invented gay people

[lilybug-02]

Pain is a great motivator…

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Meanwhile Toriel:

(Loud noises don't wake her up usually.)

Artist note: I’m so proud of this :))) I know it’s a lot of dialogue and reading, but dialogue is grueling work for me. I’m glad with the art and for the amount of pages I made in such a relatively short time span -w- page 5 was super fun to work on. A lot of blood, sweat, and hours here... :) The backgrounds were a big bore tbh, but I finished them! Yippie!

[moncuries]

"what has magic touched that it doesn't spoil?" this, fenris :]

[mittsushi]

figuring out how to draw them…

[whumpypepsigal]

Avatar: The Last Airbender (2024) s01e04 “Everything I need is on this boat.”

[shkika]

i need a name for this bug

[lucabyte]

So does anybody else ever think about how Loop felt the need to demonstrate that the party's deaths wouldn't have any effect on the loops. I know I do but that's besides the point. Anyway I don't think Loop actually needs to bathe, they just like to feel included.

[fluffyartbl0g]

Three little pigs (and also dadan)

[kesopan]

no thinking over the weekend

[svnnnne]

[fellowfights]

I'm gonna be so honest with y'all. I don't take you seriously if you complain about the casting of the Percy Jackson show because the poc actors aren't "book accurate."

Because here's the deal. I remember when the internet threw a fit when Rue, a black character, was played by a black person. It didn't matter that it was book accurate, y'all didn't want to see a black person on screen.

For some of y'all, it's not that you are against adaptations straying from the source material- you are simply anti black.

If you are about to argue with me, I want you to ask yourself something. Did you not mind the race change of Grover, but you are against the casting of Annabeth? If that's true, maybe try to address that. Acknowledge it and try to deconstruct your anti-black biases.