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Gojo-sensei is bleeding.
Itâs a jarring sight, one that sends Yutaâs thoughts screeching to a stop for a single awful, broken moment. Because Gojo-sensei doesnât bleed. To bleed means that thereâs someone who managed to get past the barrier of his Infinity, and that meansâ
Oh, wait.
Yuta blinks rapidly a few times.
Gojo-sensei⌠isnât bleeding. Thatâs not his blood.
Yuta lets out a small sigh of relief, releasing a breath that he hadnât even realized heâd been holding in. Thereâs a lot of blood covering the man, especially surrounding the hole in the clothes on his back âbut the skin underneath is smooth and unmarred by any injury.
Gojo-sensei turns around with a breezy laugh and friendly wave, âHey, Yuta! Fill me in on the current situation?â
A little ways behind him, a cursed spirit is suddenly ground down into paste by an invisible force, leaving nothing but a splatter on the sidewalk. Gojo-senseiâs smile doesnât waver.
âWe heard you were sealed, sensei.â Clearly that was misinformation, though, given that Gojo-sensei was standing here perfectly fine. Although, given the blood that covered him⌠it had likely been a difficult fight that heâd been involved in, down in the subway station alone. âThe sorcerers on standby around Shibuya were all sent in. We were heading towards the stationââ
âAww, to rescue little olâ me?â Gojo-sensei laughs again. Yuta flushes slightly in embarrassment, even though his teacherâs tone is one of giddy delight rather than anything mean-spirited. âI feel so loved.â
Not that heâd needed the help, evidently.
âWhat happened, sensei?â
âSome upstart Special Grade cursed spirits decided to ambush me while using civilians as meat shields.â The casual sentence is enough to make Yuta turn green from imagining the gory scene thatâs painted from it. âAlso, a brain-thing was puppeting Muneyoshiâs body. I killed them all.â
Yuta blinks. â⌠Whoâs Muneyoshi?â
âOh yeah, I guess you wouldnât know about him,â Gojo-sensei hums, âOur father.â
âOur?â
âOops. Not you, Yuta! Donât worry your pretty little head about it.â How could he possibly not worry? Discreetly, Yuta gives his teacher a careful, long look. Gojo-senseiâs default state is cheerful and smiling, but in this moment thereâs something about the manâs demeanor that almost seems to be a little⌠manic. âNow, it seems like we have some other rats scurrying around in Shibuya right now, and Iâll need toââ
Gojo-sensei pauses mid-sentence, head whipping around to his left. A heartbeat later, Yuta is hit by a vague sense of dread, something that pricks at his skin. The cursed signature energy that just flared up out of nowhere, itâsâ!
A swooping sensation falls in his stomach. âRyomen Sukuna?!â
⌠This has got to be the worst Halloween, ever!
#Writing#zenith of stars au#twins au#it's been awhile haha#twins au shibuya#sato-shiki kill kenjaku (muneyoshi ver.)#and discover that there's been some misinformation going on in the meantime#ryomen sukuna has impeccable timing
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ayo some luci angst just popped into my head, likeâŚ.
imagine Lucifer falling in love with an employee at the hotel but their soul is owned by alastor and like?? luci is not happy about that.
*slams google docs on table, opens random 1.2k wrd snippet #234* beholdâŚ
x: GN!reader, no use of y/n
EDIT: read the full fic here
âWhat is this?â
Lucifer had asked suddenly, his pupils dilated, trained on something against your throat.
You sat on the edge of your bed, thumbs rubbing together in a soothing motion as you watched him move closer to you. Gulping, you parted your lips to speak.
You didnât get a chance to say anything, before his hand gingerly lifted towards you. His nail grazed against your collarbone, and heat blossomed underneath your skin from his touch.
âPlease, just stop here,â you silently begged, eyes squeezing shut as his finger rested against your figure, âdonât ruin this moment by digging any farther.â
Your reaction only spurred him, however. Luciferâs eyes narrowed, his pupils thin slits now as he watched you.
Slowly, his finger trailed upward, skin brushing softly against yours as he traced the invisible force only a powerful demon could see. Your heart beat rapidly in your chest, every movement of his only quickening its pace.
Until his hand stopped, right in the middle of your neck, and you felt a sizzling against your skin. The heat was becoming too much, and you wanted to pull away from his touch. You didnât, instead, you tensed, deathly still before him.
A soft golden light illuminated from Luciferâs palm, as his fingers wrapped around an invisible object. A shadow formed in his grip, and he tugged at it, that glow in his palm growing stronger.
Backing away, he pulled a long, thin chain from your figure, it snaked from your throat as it followed his grasp.
He yanked it harshly, as if trying to free you of a parasite that found a home deep in your bones. But it only dragged across the floor, refusing to dislodge itself from your body.
A thick, metal collar snuggly encompassed your throat. The chain locked tightly against it, a vivid reminder of your poor decisions.
Luciferâs palm slid across the cold, metal links. Eldritch magic seeped from its form in the shroud of thick fog. Archaic symbols danced at the edge of your vision as its glow illuminated Luciferâs unreadable expression.
The chain was a sickly green, its harsh glow an annoyance to his eyes. It was embedded with a dark, chilling magic. Whispers of untold horrors and ancient curses coiling around you, promises of a fate worse than death.
Lucifer could practically smell it, that red demon's aura as it encircled around your frame. A twisted signature, practically scrawled across your forehead like a stamp of ownership.
Oh, the audacity of a person to take such a kind, selfless soul and rip it away from its owner.
You werenât some dog to be beckoned at the flick of a wrist. You were so much more than that, you deserved so much more than that.
Yet here you were, the clasp around your neck like a shadowed hand, softly squeezing the life out of your eyes. He could see it, clear as day.
Small, white horns protruded from his head as he clenched the chain tighter. He tugged it once, twice, as if testing its durability. You leaned back slightly, the chain becoming taught between the two of you.
That collar around your throat kept you locked in place, as you watched him turn the chain in his hands. For a moment, Luciferâs figure melded into the horrid shadow of your owner, and your eyes widened in fear at your delusion.
You could see it, feel it. Your stomach brushing the stained carpet beneath you with that haunting figure bent in a sickly, twisted angle in front you. That chain wrapped around the radio demonâs hand as he threatened you with terrible acts if you failed to stay in line.
Seeing your face contort into pained anguish only caused Lucifer to bare his teeth slightly, the sharp edges glinting in the light.
Seeing it so deeply entwined with your very being only further spurred the kingâs anger. It seeped quietly from him, his grip tight against the chains as if trying to snap them with his bare hands.
âWho did this?â He hissed, his gaze boring into yours. He wanted to hear you say that demonâs name, wanted to hear you confirm the truth that was so obvious in front of him.
You knew he wasnât angry at you, but still you bowed your head slightly. Averting your gaze from his pleading eyes, shame slowly clawing at your stomach. For a moment, you felt like throwing up. Wanting to rid yourself of the terrible feeling that was seeping into your skin.
You felt like crying, or throwing yourself into his arms. Wanting to melt into his hold, and be told again and again that everything would be alright. That the most powerful man in hell would come to your rescue.
But, deals that bartered in souls are a much more difficult magic to conquer.
Fighting the urge to collapse into his embrace, you steeled yourself. Hands planted against your knees, back straight in a pathetic attempt to have some kind of power in this moment.
Your eyes sullenly traced across the harsh links of the chain, its form all too familiar by now. Yet, it still caused such grief in your bones no matter how many times you looked upon it over the years.
Slowly, your eyes shifted to meet his gaze. Your lips curved into a frown at his expression, and your predicament.
How were you supposed to tell the love of your life your soul didnât belong to you? That you were trapped in a deal of your own making?
Curse that little fine line in your deal that kept your mouth sealed shut, that prevented you from uttering his name.
âI-I..â You desperately tried to speak, to tell him the truth, but that invisible hand that pulled at your tongue forced your silence. Tears pricked at your eyes, the desperation in them evident as your attempts to explain only died behind those pretty lips of yours.
As your mouth shut in frustration, Luciferâs anger only heightened. His eyes flared into a blood-red glow, a harsh change from that soft yellow radiance you often found yourself lost in.
He pivoted harshly away, his voice contorting into a snarl as he stalked out of the room. His overcoat appeared atop his shoulders, and it swished behind him as he moved.
Luciferâs thoughts were too tangled with the images of his claws wrapping around the deal-makers throat to sit there and console you.
The tears that had threatened to spill finally rolled down your cheeks, your lip quivering as your eyes lingered on the doorway he had just exited. His thoughts too mangled with the image of his claws wrapping around the deal-makers throat to sit there and console you.
Placing your face into your hands, you sobbed quietly.
Oh, how that regret had begun to consume you as you continued to wallow in your self-pity.
Regret, for thinking that giving away your soul was a simple feat. That somehow, youâd still be happy after the fact.
Regret, for falling in love when you knew the deal that kept you to that deer demonâs side would never allow you to enjoy such a fleeting emotion. No matter how hard you clawed to Luciferâs soft embrace, that chain would always be there to drag you back.
Those soft whispers of affections, of promises you couldnât keep. Knowing, one day, that constant-smiling demon could play his little games and tear you away from your loverâs hold forever.
Oh, what a lovestruck idiot you are.
thoughts?? this is just an interesting concept to me and i rlly wanted to share it with you guys! i woke up at like 4:30 am today and was like âwhat if..â and this is what came of it haha
and mmm alastor makes a such a good bad guy too depending on the context x)
#lucifer x reader#lucifer morningstar x reader#hazbin hotel#lucifer morningstar#bunniâs tidbits#itâs been at the back of my head for awhile and i just needed to get it out haha#so many ideas in dis little noggin but only two hands jnxbsjbsns#imma just start sharing with yall all my little lightbulbs in my head hehe
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#xiaolin showdown#chase young#omi#xs omi#xs#have been wanting to redraw this particular image for awhile now#but didnt have particular scenario attached to it and somehow omi snuck into it lol#i have no idea what omi could say but#i can kinda see him catching chase off guard and leaving him botha lil embarassed&proud for omi's sharp retort#little smug Omi with Anya's lil heh face :3#all that torn pages stuff ive been drawing really reminded me that i also really enjoy chase & omi's dynamic haha
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More about the wild robot bc I can't get it out of my head but I just appreciate how it explores love in different ways - the unconditional love of a mother, the love forged between friends, the tense, complicated love when it's revealed that things are not what you thought they were
When Roz lets Brightbill go for the first time we also get to see the irony of love, how although a big part of that maternal love is keeping them close, nurturing them, building them up... we see that love is, also letting go. Despite that desire to keep them close, to keep on protecting them, because letting go means you love them enough to know they need to grow and be their own person, that you've done your best, and now it's time to love them by letting go no matter how hard, no matter how much you may miss them
Because even though it's hard, the best part of the love that lets go, is the experience of the love that comes back
#the wild robot#rozzum unit 7134#brightbill#more of my ramblings#I'm sorry haha it's just such a good movie#sorry haven't been posting hazbin or bg3 in awhile#roz the wild robot
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BNHA CH. 319 â BNHA S6 EP. 22 ăĺă ăĄă âFriendâ
#boku no hero#bnha#my hero academia#mha#bnha spoilers#bakudeku#bkdk#katsudeku#ktdk#izuku midoriya#katsuki bakugou#ochaco uraraka#iida tensei#bnha;edit#my edit#manga edit#woo it's been awhile since i made these haha
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#orv#omniscient reader#omniscient reader's viewpoint#polls#poll#kdj#orv spoilers#orv epilogue#oldest dream#omniscient reader spoilers#kim dokja#was clearing out my drafts and I found this from MONTHS ago when polls first came out#haha itâs been sitting there awhile BUT I still want to ask! what would you do?#if there was no guarantee that theyâd ever find all 100% of him. if being greedy meant that they might lose the 49% they already had.#would it still be worth it to keep going?#to try? hoping against all odds?
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Master Sorcerer of Kindness and Humility
Pairings: MK System x Sorcerer!Reader, Khonshu x Sorcerer!Reader
Warnings: English isn't my first language, Spanish is from google translate
Word Count: 2.2k+ words
Summary: Things in the Sanctum Santorum has beenâŚpretty fucking hectic lately. To put it simply, chaos is in every fucking corner and as a Master Sorcerer of one of the Sanctums in the world, you have to assist the Sorcerer Supreme. Some things are still the usual, but double the effort. Like teaching the new recruits, now, from three different Sanctums instead of one, keep said recruits from the restricted area of the library, guarding the said restricted area of the library and the whole library itself.
With your growing exhaustion, so did the worry of the moon boys grew.
a/n: Hai so uh it has been awhile since i posted eheh I just noticed i have MANY rotting fics in my docs so decided to post now ( ´â`)/~~ Enjoy lovelies! (^o^)ďź~đ (this fic is crossposted on AO3 under the same title and author name ^-^)
Things in the Sanctum Santorum has beenâŚpretty fucking hectic lately. To put it simply, chaos is in every fucking corner and as a Master Sorcerer of one of the Sanctums in the world, you have to assist the Sorcerer Supreme. Some things are still the usual, but double the effort. Like teaching the new recruits, now, from three different Sanctums instead of one, keep said recruits from the restricted area of the library, guarding the said restricted area of the library and the whole library itself.
The supposed assigned sorcerers for each class told you that they are needed on a mission across the globe and are in need of a substitute, of course being the kind soul that you are you agreed on subbing them for the meantime while they're off to save humanity. The library duty has always been yours though, you volunteered on the job when Wong said he needed someone to take his place as he takes the Sorcerer Supreme, and ever since the world has gone back to its normal state, you remained as the librarian.
Your overloaded schedule leads to early mornings and late nights, and less time with your moon boysâ˘.
To say that they are concerned of your health is a bit of an understatement, they're fucking worried as every time they see you, your eyebags grow darker and puffier than the last time.
But, somehow, even with all the things going on with you (only knowing what you are allowed to talk about), you still insert a little bit of your time to cook Steven his favorite breakfast before he goes to work, you still brew up Mark's favorite coffee, prepare Jake's uniform for his side-job during the night as a limo driver, and bring Khonshu offerings on the small altar you've made for him that is purposefully placed on the windowsill where the moon usually shines.
They are thoroughly impressed, but at the same time endlessly worried as your eyes grow weary and exhausted each time you enter the flat.
However, you still have the same warming smile on your lips every time you greet them after work. Joy was etched into your tone as you kissed them and mingled with them for a few hours, dismissing their worries with gentle eyes and kept on insisting that you love your job. You even still have the fiery stare whenever they tell you to rest and let them handle the dishes, which diminishes when Khonshu lays his hand on your shoulders, coaxing you to rest. The god pulls you to the shared bed and once your head hits the plush white pillows, you're out like a light.
The system continues to take care of cleaning the kitchen before joining their sorcerer in deep sleep and joining you in the dreamworld for a while before the Lunar deity of Egypt pulls them to another night of being his fist of vengeance. They would be back and join you once more in bed, and let sleep pull them to its cocoon. And you wake up not an hour later to start the day.
And this went on for a few more days before the moon boys decided to put an end to this. Their last straw was when you had fallen asleep mid-conversation while in front of your food. You were in that level of exhaustion to the point that you couldn't keep yourself awake while eating. They drew the line at that.
They carefully laid your slumbering self down on the bed before donning on the suit, âWe'll be back, hermosa.â Jake held your hand and kissed your knuckles tenderly. âWe just need to have a bit of a word with them, love, don't worry.â Steven gently lays your hand down on your stomach and leaves a kiss on your forehead before Marc leaps out of the window and out to the London air as Khonshu guides them with his wind to the London Sanctum.
The trip wasn't long before they landed on the Sanctum's roof. The place was brimming with magic and the system could feel it. Marc tries to enter through the window but the scenery changes before his foot lands on the stained glass. A confused and ungraceful landing led him to curse under his breath as he observed his surroundings.
âBe vigilant, Spector.â The god throws caution to the wind, his rumbling voice echoing in the minds of the system. Marc keeps his snarky remark to the god to himself, wanting to tell the god he knows what he's doing. He rolled his eyes instead as he composures himself, and inspects the room they are in.
The place is reminiscent of those temples that houses holy relics, it was old but in tip-top shape. The floor below him looks furnished and one that can be compared closed to an old mansion, and the slabs holding what he thinks are relics had intricate wood carvings were carefully placed on both sides of the hallway he's in. It was leading to an illuminated room and so he took no more than a second to head to the light.
His eyes wandered around the hallway he's walking down in, Steven was gushing at the designs while he and Jake kept silent and kept an eye for any threat.
The room they entered was spacious, save for the relics enclosed in glass and the big circle window that allowed the moonlight to fill the space. It had intricate swirls which Marc remembers, was the same design of the brooch you have on your collar.
However, it wasn't the window that had caught their attention but rather the man behind it, who was eerily calm while peering out the glass. The London night visible to the man that had a red cape that's barely touching the wooden floors.
âAn unexpected visit from the Knight of Khonshu himself. You know, you're lucky you're under the protection of the Master Sorcerer here in London.â The man states with a booming voice, bouncing off the walls and glass in the room. It was humorous, but full of threat.
âOr else what?â Marc quips inattentively, keeping distance from the sorcerer who had yet introduced himself.
âOr else I would have thrown you to the ocean the moment you stepped foot on the Sanctum.â The man's baritone voice lowered an octave as he turned to finally meet Moon Knight's glowing eyes.
He had a goatee and the robes he wore were akin to their beloved but in the deep shade of blue instead of your favorite color.
Goatee. Red cloak. This was the Stephen Strange you can't stop complaining about.
A dry chuckle escaped his lips through his masked face. He believes the sorcerer's powers alright, he just can't keep a straight face after the memory of you audibly cussing Strange out had just played in their minds.
âRight,â Marc takes out his crescent daggers from his chest, âI'm only here-â
âTrust me you don't want to fight me.â
âLet us finish, pendejo!â Jake growls as he fronts, not wanting to waste more time and to get out of the place as soon as possible.
They weren't planning to fight. They weren't stupid. They can feel every ounce of energy and magic in the building. They stepped into a lion's den. But if it is what it needs for these sorcerers to hear them? They will face these magic wielders head on.
It seemed that Strange was a bit perplexed at the alter's rage or maybe it was the suit change, but they couldn't care less.
âWe're only here because that Master Sorcerer you talked about is always on the verge of passing out every time they go home.â Marc's jaw clenches under the mask as he continues with a step forward to the sorcererâwho promptly took a step backâ as his fingers flex around the sharp gold crescent on his hand, âFor the past weeks they have been wrung out and just a while ago, had passed out while eating.â When he finished his sentence the room was suddenly swept with a wild draft, with no windows open.
They were not able to notice the confused and worried squint of the former sorcerer supreme's eyes as Marc continues, his tone nothing but purely scathing.
âMy point is, We will not be allowing them to come to work tomorrow and until she gets the proper rest she deserves, and not until you fix her schedule that is ethical and appropriate hours of work.â He ends his spiel right in front of the sorcerer, looking up to him with a keen glare, his glowing ivory eyes illuminating the sharpened features of Stephen Strange.
âOr else?â The sorcerer rasps as he stares right back at the avatar, standing his ground, and using the exact words back to the stark white cloaked man.
As if on cue, stronger gusts of wind shakes the glass covers and uncovered relics. The Egyptian God of the Moon materializes behind the sorcerer and with a booming, bitter voice, he answers, âThen you will face the consequences of causing harm to one of whom is under my protection, Stephen Strange.â
The said sorcerer turns his body to the side to glance at the moon god. In all his glory he was towering over him, moonlight was illuminating his monstrously tall and slender figure as the bronzed crescent end of his staff that is nearly scratching the ceiling reflected it. His loose, darkened, silk robe was flowing and whipping around without the presence of the wind, his crouched figure wrinkling the bandages on his torso as his bleached bird skull head tilted down and gave Stephen a hollowed stare.
With a sigh, which had displeased the moon collective and took it as an insult, he nodded to accept their terms. He honestly had no idea you had worked yourself to the bone and will consult the other Master Sorcerers and Wong of your schedule. He knew you were humble and kind, but he didn't know it would be up to the point that your.. acquaintances.. had to show up and tell them of your over-extended goodwill.
âI will inform our masters of such, thank you for bringing this to our attention.â He ends the conversation as he does not want to deal with whatever this is. He was not intimidated, not one bitâokay maybe a bit but he has faced much worse! What's intimidating him is the fact that a literal god has taken you under his wing and has gone out of his way to announce his displeasure.
âAs you should.â And with that, the moon party calmed down before they vanished in a swirl of blur and whirling sand. Let's just say you were confused when you woke up late, about to dash to the bathroom before you were stopped by your moon god and gave you a letter that was sent by the Sorcerer Supreme that basically said take a break. You were perplexed as you stared at the paper then up to the moon god, who ushered you back to bed and lulled you to sleep. When you woke up you were pampered by the boys with food and cuddles, all gently forcing you to stay in bed and to let them service you for the day as they had also taken the day off. You couldn't help but tear up at their tender loving care all day and being such gentlemen for doing such. Your love for them was overflowing and you kept promising them that you would do the same to them if ever need be, which they dismissed because as they said, âToday is all about you, love. So you better descansar(take a rest), and we'll take care of the rest, sweetheart. And not just today, up until the last day of the week or maybe next couple of weeks, you got that baby?â
This has earned a heartful laugh from you and an affectionate shake of your head before pulling them into a kiss. You were puzzled and have a lot of questions as to how or why you were given a large amount of time off but you really couldn't complain especially if it meant more time with your moon boys.
Back to the sanctum however, the former sorcerer supreme was fuming at the how fucked up your schedule was and how fucked up you were for taking it even though you were literally doing the impossible, and the fact that none of the other masters pointed it out to Wong, who was also equally fuming to the masters that had asked you to cover for them for a âmissionâ when they were just taking a fucking vacation.
"You are lucky their patron didn't know of your whereabouts, or gods knows what he will do to you.â Wong warned them, displeased and infuriated, written all over his features.
Oh but Khonshu heard, of course he did, and made those mastersâ month a living hell through inconveniencing them at every chance he gets. To which Strange and Wong only but gave them a deadpanned stare of âdeal with itâ when they asked for their help.
#so uh there's that HAHA#IT HAS BEEN AWHILE SINCE I WROTE A FIC SO PLEASE FORGIVE ME FOR ANY ERRORS HUHU#ig im on semi-hiatus now haha :D#moon knight x reader#khonshu x reader#steven grant x reader#marc spector x reader#jake lockely x reader#Moon knight x sorcerer!reader#Khonshu x sorcerer!reader#Gâ˘writes
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#dislyte#dislyte fanart#digital art#art#artists on tumblr#dislyte chu yao#dislyte summer vibes#honestly im struggling real hard w this event cause ion feeling it at all#so here is pretty self indulgent art#of chu yao eating watermelon#im annoying bro when he is enjoying his watermelon#also#his face is cell shaded but his pecs is rendered#priorities#honestly not v happy w this#but like i couldn't care less now haha#i just need smt to draw daily and its been awhile since i draw cy i think
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I'm getting back to traditional art and I was practicing drawing and I suddenly draw Legend
Forgive me the huge artstyle gap on traditional it's been awhile that i drew on paper
#lu legend#linked universe fanart#lu legend fanart#lu fanart#just getting back on trad and its been awhile haha#just for practice#trying to experiment with artstyle end up drawing him#today i offer you all a legend sketch#trying to draw expressions and on paper its kinda hard#myart
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BLOOD TW!! AND CIGS N STUFF
@vanglaggle CONGRATS ON 500 FOLLOWERS!!
without the many many colors on top undercut
HAHA YAYAYA!!!
#glaggledtiys500#vanglaggle#dust sans#dust undertale#murder sans#murder undertale#tw blood#tw cigarettes#i think people get triggered by that#tw knife#but its really hidden#DTIYS!!#dtiys#i keep forgetting that dtiys say do this in your style and not do this yourself or diy or whatever#ANYWAYS ITS BEEN AWHILE SINCE I DREW AN UNDERTALE AU#utau#utmv#undertale au#haha#also this persons art is so wonderful its like weed in a pride parade#GO FOLLOW GLAGGLE!!!!!#if i had a chance to make out with her art it would be so slobby and wonderful#whats the tag limits#first time i finished an art piece or made one before the dead line#yayyayaya im early :)))#like by 2 months#wowzers#!!!!!#mb for the yapping in the tags#theres not much to tag
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âCursed? What do you mean, cursed?â
Sanemi narrows his eyes at the blue-eyed, white-haired girl. The one whoâd just wandered in and said that Oyakata-sama wasnât sick, but cursed instead, with the sort of tone that indicated what sheâd said was supposed to be obvious.
Your oyakata-sama isnât sick. Heâs cursed.
⌠The hereditary illness plaguing Oyakata-samaâs bloodline was one that constantly, incessantly ate away at their body, causing their health to deteriorate at a rapid rate. All children of the bloodline died young âand yet, it did not prevent each and every one of them from devoting themselves to the never-ending war against man-eating demons.
Sanemi was aware that Oyakata-samaâs health was⌠deteriorating. Rapidly, even, which was not something that he liked thinking about. And yet, it was a fact that all demon slayers were forced to face, because it was the cold reality in front of them.
âYour oyakata-sama is cursed,â the strange girl repeats herself, far too calm and uncaring for Sanemi to be at ease with her presence. âI presume thatâs why youâre looking for a sorcerer.â
⌠A what?
The nonsensical word throws Sanemi off-kilter for a moment. Judging by the faint confusion that he can see on his fellow Pillars around him, Sanemi is not the only one with this reaction.
âA sorcerer⌠is that what you are?â If Oyakata-sama is surprised, his level voice does not betray a single hint of it. âItâs been a long time since Iâve heard that term. What you say is true; a curse has befallen my bloodline. The priests said that a demon had been born of our blood. And until the demon is dead, no child shall survive into adulthood.â
âI see,â the girl says, summarily polite, her expression unmoving.
âThe reason why weâve been searching for you is because you killed a demon,â Oyakata-sama continues. âWithout use of a nichirin blade, and in the dead of the night âyou killed a demon. Upper Moon Three, to be precise.â
The girl tilts her head, âUpper Moon?â
⌠She didnât even know what an Upper Moon was? Was she being serious?
Sanemi watches, faintly incredulous, as Oyakata-sama pauses briefly⌠and proceeds to explain what the Moons are to her.
The Demon Moons are the most powerful demons under Kibutsuji Muzanâs command, their hierarchy measured and separated into different ranks based on strength. Upper Moons, and Lower Moons.
â⌠and demons, with their high regenerative abilities, are impossible to kill unless they are either decapitated, or exposed to sunlight.â
All of this should be common knowledge for a demon slayer. But her lack of knowledge about it⌠reminds Sanemi of himself, in a way. Back when heâd first started hunting demons, that is. He hadnât had a clue what he was getting himself into, but heâd known that demons existed and devoured humans âand so heâd attempted to kill what demons he could, fighting them with mundane tools and relying on sunlight to burn them to ashes.
If he hadnât been found by a demon slayer who inducted him into the corps and got him proper training, Sanemi wouldâve gotten himself killed by his own recklessness, eventually.
But⌠evidently the same did not hold true for this girl. Who was somehow able to kill demons without either sunlight nor nichirin steel.
How?
How was something like that even possible?
âYou want me to kill demons for you,â the girlâs voice is distinctly unimpressed. And the phrasing of those words is enough for Sanemi to gnash his teeth and scowl, because what did she mean by thatâ
âDemons are a danger to all humans!â he snaps at her. âDonât talk as if Oyakata-sama isââ
âYes.â
Sanemi whirls around, aghast. âOyakata-sama!â
âItâs alright, Sanemi.â Though faint, there is still an ever-present smile curled over Oyakata-samaâs lips. âWhether itâs for me, or for anyone else⌠that is what Iâm asking of her. With the skills she has shown, she would be a valuable ally in finally eradicating the King of Demons once and for all.â
âWhy should I help you?â
The words themselves are arrogant, condescending, and yet none of it shows in her voice. If anything, the girlâs voice is as calm and neutral as ever in sharp contrast to what sheâs saying, andâ
âIs there anything that you desire?â Oyakata-sama asks.
ââŚâ Blue eyes stare out at Oyakata-sama, unreadable. â⌠A binding vow. Iâll kill your demons for you, and you help me find a way home.â
#writing#zenith of stars au#demon slayer au#anyways the meeting continued#been awhile since we touched on this plot bunny haha#special thanks to ko-fi friends!
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Soriku Week Day 1: âWhen Youâre Fast Asleepâ
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Shhh⌠Theyâre getting the well rested nap they deserve, after all the xehanort & mark of mastery shenanigans
#nothing like working under pressure haha (donât be like me)#kingdom hearts#kh sora#kh riku#soriku#sorikuweek2024#red posts#redâs art#this is the first time Iâve ever participated in a ship week event. so far itâs fun#itâs been awhile since Iâve done 3D art. i missed it đĽš
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The last Sess I posted was in 2018 I think, though this time he gets manga colors.
#my art#inuyasha#sesshomaru#the tag scared me away for quite awhile ever since cough cough 2020 but it's settled down now so I've returned#thank u to anyone in the tags that have been drawing a lot of inuyasha content lately it brought me back#and while 2018 is the last sess art i /posted/ anywhere it was not the last art i drew haha#i've drawn many ocxsess pics so it's not like i'm out of practice drawing him (tho i'll likely never post those..)#i like sess with one arm i think him overcompensating for it in a fight is a fun visual to match with his ego ..
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Small kryk drabble :)
Patience
As he watches the team give their libero teary goodbyes, Kuroo feels a bit sentimental. He's not crying, but he feels like he could. Surprisingly, Yaku isn't.
When they make eye contact, Kuroo can't help but just stare a little, to take a good look at him. Despite Yaku being so little, Kuroo feels like there's so much for him to see with not enough time to encapsulate all of him. He hasn't had entirely enough of Yaku Morisuke yet.
Yet at the same time, his brain is so full of the countless pieces and versions of Yaku that Kuroo has collected and met over the past few years.
Yaku is tolerant. Yaku is scary when angry. Yaku is also kind, considerate. Yaku is undeniably honest. Yaku is unfortunately, really cool. Yaku cries easily. Yaku has the kind of laugh that makes you proud that you were able to get it out of him. Yaku is a genuine good person.
And Yaku is anything but patient.
Yaku never waits for it. He goes right ahead to get whatever he wants. His dreams, his goals, his passions. It's selfish as it is admirable.
Kuroo knows this.
So that's why when Yaku gives him that quiet smile before boarding that plane and leaving him with three words,
"I can wait."
Kuroo can't help but feel a bit hopeless.
Kuroo knows that he'd probably wait a lifetime for Yaku. He couldn't help it even if he tried. He'd wait until one year turns into a fleeting three where they bid goodbyes to the familiar sounds of shoes squeaking on gym floors, the idle brushing of shoulders on the bus ride with tired eyes, the longing gaze shared with silent words never spoken as the weight of their diplomas lie in their hands. He'd wait as he stands at an airport as the plane that will travel thousands of miles away is about to take off and will take Yaku away with it. He'd wait until one day Yaku decides he's conquered enough of Russia and maybe decides to come home. Maybe decides to choose him. He'd wait for it all.
But would Yaku?
Would Yaku wait?
Yaku is impatient.
"I can wait" echoes in Kuroo's mind. Kuroo would wait an entire lifetime, but he never told Yaku those words. Yaku is impatient, but he said them. Kuroo never even asked. He never wanted to, never would. But Yaku said them. Yaku said he would wait.
And Kuroo knows.
Kuroo knows that Yaku never says anything he doesn't mean. Kuroo knows that Yaku is brutally honest, which would be to a fault if Kuroo didn't love him for it. Kuroo knows that Yaku loves him too.
So when he hears the words, "I can wait",
Kuroo believes him.
"Me too" Kuroo whispers back, as he waits, and waits, and waits. This time, a little hopeful.
#kuroyaku#kryk#yaku morisuke#kuroo tetsurou#haikyuu#drabble#I've had this in my notes for awhile and felt a bit of confidence to post it haha#I'm not the best writer but these two have been feeding my brain and i wanted to share it#i really wanna write a bit about snippets of the changes in the both of them post timeskip#i think it'd be really cute for them to fall in love with each other again
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Me: this one will be a slow burn I think
Eddie Diaz: no actually i need to tell him i love him immediately
#calm down sir#i was driving home thinking about how to continue the scene i just posted and was like well what if Eddieâs like.#weâre partners in every other way why not try romantically. haha. (so nervous heâs about to vomit)#you dont have to raise this kid alone because i didnt have to raise my kid alone. i had you.#and buck is like Eddie. EddieâŚâŚ..#you have to know I love you but i dont know if i can do that right now#if Iâm about to adopt a child-#i mean first i havenât even been approved yet and I donât know what a new relationship does to my chances#second everythingâs going to a mess for awhile i dont want Us to immediately be put under so much pressure#and they;re just like :( at each other#and buckâs like is it awful to ask you to wait for me#and Eddieâs like of course not. of course i will.#and youâre still not going to be alone. Iâll be here for you however you want me.#and then they have to go back in to the dinner party and try to be normal! good luck!
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