#infinitesim

[scary-grace]

sometimes I wonder what goes on in the heads of people who honestly think BNHA had a good ending. I don’t care how happy they are about b/akudeku being friends (or more????) or whatever, the fact that the characters are actively bitching about the lack of villains to beat up (which impairs their ability to gain money + power + fame) represents a colossal failure. the horrific death of an actual child (Toga) is seen as acceptable, the murders of people whose abandonment and rejection by society led directly to their development into villains (Twice, Shigaraki) are treated as heroic, and the conditions that led to a war that devastated Japan are still in place. so while whoo hoo Deku is on the Billboard chart with Bakugou 😃😃😃 and all that jazz, their victory is ultimately hollow. what happened before will happen again, because nothing has changed in any meaningful sense.

also, the central conceit of the story is that it’s about how Midoriya becomes the greatest hero in the world. spoiler alert: by any measure of the concept “greatest hero” as set down by BNHA, he, uh — didn’t. from a storytelling standpoint, pretending he did is just weak.

[happypeachsludgeflower]

A continuation of my previous post, but from Yue Qi’s perspective. Thank you @myceleium for inspiring me to make the severed qijiu soul bond ✨worse✨

Please be warned before reading further that this is angst with no comfort and suicide is a theme, though not acted upon. Also, assumed major character death, but it’s qijiu so that was kind of a given here.

Part 1, Part 2 (here), Part 3 (pending)

Yue Qi stares down vacantly with glassy eyes at the silvery lines cleaving their claim into his soul with merciless claws. They were spiraled and woven across his skin, painted like poisoned veins strangled around the broken, blackened carcass of what had once been his heart’s life—his reason to live.

Yue Qi wonders if this is what it feels like to die. Distantly, he thinks that dying would be easier, less painful than this cruel curse that’s been stabbed harshly through his soul, and shackled to his existence.

He wants to cry. He wants to scream. But all he can manage is a shaking, wheezing whine through the torn, raw remains of his throat. He’s screamed so much already, there isn’t much left to do the screaming. Something wet trickles down his face. It could be tears, or it could be blood—there’s no telling—and Yue Qi can’t bring himself to care either way. It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters now.

It’s gone.

He’s gone.

And all that’s left is… ash.

Yue Qi stares at the soot smoldering at his feet. It’s grey and black, flickering and glowing faintly red where fire still burns. The same colors of the manacle strangling his wrist, the noose shackled around his soul, suffocating him in its burning finality.

Not even death can save him now.

His shizun should have let him die. It would have been kinder—much kinder than this. At least in death, his soul would have remained whole. In death, he could have found his way back. Maybe not to here, maybe not to this life, but someday. Maybe he could have found him again. But now?

Yue Qi sinks to the ground slowly and scoops up a handful of the ash. It’s still hot. The coals burn at the tender skin of Yue Qi’s hands, proof that Yue Qi had been just barely too late. But barely was still too late. Too late was still too late. And nothing would ever change that. Nothing could change any of this now.

He cradles what’s left of Shen Jiu’s heat carefully in his palms and gazes down at it numbly. His vision is hot and blurry as he lets out a shaky breath and stares at the shifting remains.

Shen Jiu is gone.

Yue Qi’s breath catches and he crumples in on himself. A sobbing rasp breaks out of him as he shudders, curling around the burning embers against his chest, shoulders shaking as an ugly, clawing emotion twists within him, screeching to get out, to escape, to leave.

He’s gone. He’s gone. He’s gone.

There’s no leaving now. No changing. No second chances. No beginnings. Just this. Just this end.

Yue Qi rocks where he lays on the ground, twisting into himself as tears track down his soot stained face. If only he could go back. If only he’d listened. If only he’d left that damn sword— but he didn’t. And now there’s no changing it. There’s no going back. He can never go back. There’s no leaving. No escaping. No finding Shen Jiu again.

Not in this life.

And not in the next.

Shen Jiu’s gone.

And all that’s left is his memory and the burning dust clutched like a life line within Yue Qi’s grasp.

Shen Jiu is gone.

And a part of Yue Qi has gone with him.

Yue Qi wishes he had gone with him. Another sob wracks his body and he hacks out a coughing gasp, choking on the smoke and despair clouding his senses.

He can’t. He can’t follow. He can’t go with. He can’t.

Shen Jiu only lives on in the searing memory left in Yue Qi, left in the charred remains clasped against his chest, in the anguished, torn ruins of a bond they once shared. If Yue Qi leaves too, he’ll never find him again.

The moment Meng Po’s soup hits his tongue, Shen Jiu will truly be gone. And there will be no next life.

Yue Qi shakes, a wretched, wet wheeze leaving him. He can’t leave. He won’t. If this is all that’s left of Xiao Jiu, then it’s everything Yue Qi will cleave to.

All that’s left of Xiao Jiu is to live.

To live and remember.

[carnivalfair]

trigunners

[mary-laib]

Me, aroace: I just want to see a platonic relationship between friends that is so strong it transcends the boundaries of friendship

Me when I finally get it: They're fucking

[thenightshadowqueen]

Don’t mind me, I’m just fucking screaming about the parallels between Loustat and Evervale

[sapphorror]

I still can't believe this is how Zim reacts to Dib refusing to give him a real compliment

[payphoneangel]

Had a dream last night that human souls and Angels were both made from stardust. So the reason Angels can only use certain vessels was because, at the beginning of creation (i.e the big bang), the humans soul was made from the same stardust as the Angel. The human soul imbues their cells with that stardust, which makes the body a habitable vessel for the Angel because it is, on an atomic level, made from that Angel. which imo fucks harder than anything in canon.

[greghatecrimes]

my poor deer in the headlights...

[blondiest]

posts that make sense to approximately 5 people worldwide

[infinitesimal-certainties]

A year before I was accepted into the Academy, my first passing visit to Piltover—besides the admissions office—was a brief detour to the Auditorium.

In hindsight, it was a rather foolish decision, following some distant melody to sate my own curiosity—yet hearing parts of that violin concerto.. it was extraordinary.

At that moment, all I wanted was to stay for the entire concert, to listen to a full violin or piano concerto. But I knew too well that security had no qualms with throwing a cripple from Zaun into Stillwater—even if it was just for loitering.

That day, I promised myself that I would attend a full orchestra—no interruptions.

Several decades later, I finally fulfilled that promise. Yet, despite my excitement, I kept wondering if he would have enjoyed this..

[piracytheorist]

Whenever I make a post with the tiniest hint of talk about English pronunciation I forget that this site is chokeful of monolingual English speakers who don't understand the concept of expanded pronunciation possibilities. Like I swear to you you won't be haunted at night by your middle school English teacher's spirit if you don't correct a non native speaker's pronunciation by telling them something that makes absolutely no sense to them because they are, in fact, a non native speaker of a language with influences from so many language families that pronunciation rules are so wide and complex you might as well give up trying to make sense of them.

[theaxolotlkween]

Happy fourteenth anniversary to Generator Rex!

[sparvverius]

looking at the infinitely complex world pondering the injustice of the fact that i simply will not have enough time in my life to learn everything

[ambassadorquark]

funny little guy

[palamedespoetry]

i hope all of my odymedes content comes off as intended like. palamedes the people's princess darling divine beloved inventor and coolest of them all. odysseus is there too i guess

[trickstersaint]

Everytime I take one of your quizz, I try to write a little poem of my own. It's a great place to write them, thanks you <3

I was wondering tho, what happens to them?

hi, darling! happy to create a little home for them <3

if you're writing them in the text box, they show up in the little list of answers that i can see for each quiz taker! looks like this. when the quizzes get traction there are too many results for me to go and look at every individual one, but they are saved in there for a while.

however. the real answer here is that when you write a poem in the text box, it gets folded up and tucked away in its own little corner of my heart, and i keep it safe and protected there where it will be kept warm and keep me warm in return. so there's a little piece of you with me everywhere that i go. <3