#ping angst

[susivoi]

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A little sibling post for my previous Sprout doodle post. Uh, when I was looking for ref images of @chocobje 's sprout I remembered about this beautiful design from their wonderful Field Research!au so I decided to draw it as soon as I finished my doodles lol

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I also very much tried out a slightly different and more grungy shading style compared to my usual.

[keitorinrose]

My day be so fine and then boom i think about branch's past

[sirbird]

Chapter 15 has had me in a chokehold for a while 🧍‍♂️

[honeyteastar]

Twirls hair more on the heishin idol & detective au! Bc like I said it can be its own post, so how it started bc I was listening songs and projected Heiji into it and now we here!!

Putting the nefarious “keep reading” bc is legit blocks of text so if it interest ya go ahead!

In this silly au the idol/model etc is Heiji! Even though peak at his career he doesn’t feel a burn out but is just more for show yknow. So he usually leaves production and stuff to go solo adventures moment like what he calls a disguise is legit a outfit that nobody seen him on and his famous hat but forward cap bc he’ll get recognized point blank if he wasn’t lol…funny enough he still a detective at heart his spark for it is there so the evil insanity is that even when preforming (if a murder happened along those lines he is gonna solve the case while preforming) aka something bad happened and you are on 5 Heiji, so when he’s yknow doing his preforming to look natural he’s actually seeking and figuring out who was the culprit yknow shrugs this happens like not often but it happens!

ANYWAY!!! Shinichi is full blast detective but he’s sooo burn out and have a limited friend pool (Ran & Sonoko) have heard like songs from Heiji bc of Sonoko moment but still going but for famous people my favorite is still Kaitou KID! While shinichi just like, How does this involve the idol Heiji?? Shinichi wouldn’t say but he actually likes his songs n stuff to the point like Ran notice and she does give him a photo card of Heiji (is given in customs holder that Ran did bc Sonoko does have the materials for KID photocard moment of actual KID heist moment lol) bc she kinda notices Shinichi humming his tracks lmao

How they actually meet was accidental encounter of Heiji going out bc with out anyone know where he’s going (he does that a lot) so yayyy eating on a restaurant bc looks interesting ig, shinichi goes to the same place after a hard case just to like chill out n whatever bc he doesn’t feel like cooking at his place and hasn’t actually eaten anything sooo then the iconic part happens Woaygh murder! And unfortunately Heiji is a suspect but he instantly goes around to crack the case!! Shinichi kinda bangs his head against the table because really??? What is this cruel cosmic joke. So he goes and does his thing containing the people ironically he can’t find one of his suspects and they say he’s the probably the one who did it! Ironically hard focusing finding the clues both Heiji and Shinichi clash at each other. Imagine the shojo sparkles, on top of each other and seeing face to face a bit close! And Heiji internally is like woops…while shinichi is like IDOL HATTORI HEIJI???? but he says ain’t you one of the suspects? and Heiji goes I ain’t the murder and just trying to solve the case? After that they team up and like solve it together! Heiji gets woaugh….detective Kudo… while shinichi kinda freaking the hell out like YAYYYYY!!!! He’s a detective and a super good one at it clashing I cannot embarrassed myself in front of him.

They do have trials and tribulations in a sense Heiji did fall for Shinichi and what’s to know him personally and stuff but his career kinda blows for that but that doesn’t stop him from seeking out Kudo whatsoever lmao like Heiji legit appearing where shinichi has his detective agency just yknow say hi while shinichi is like don’t you have a tv appearance or concert you need to be at? Also the photocard holder does get bring up bc Heiji kinda notices at first when he does appear at the agency like he does tease at shinichi for it then insane comment of I can pose for you so you can have more pictures if ya want and shinichi exploding like insta blush like WHATTTT!!!!!

[moss8e]

3RD LIFE SCOTT IS SWAN CODED.

Swans only have one partner for their whole life and if their partner dies, they fly as high as they can and the let themselves fall to their deaths.

Now, in 3rd life, Jimmy dies first, as he always does, and Scott places the worst he has ever done in these games, I could go on and on about this honestly, but I struggle to write this stuff down, I more so speak it better unless someone is going back and forth with me on this stuff.

But you guys get it right? you see it?

[agnisleftpec]

in light of lie detector tests irl being mostly bullshit, especially so for people with anxiety, combined with fandom shoving all their mental disorders onto their faves cuz projection is fun, i propose a much more chaotic take on zuko joining the gaang wherein toph can NOT get a fuckin read on this guy and kind of wants him to just sit down and breathe for a second thanks, your heartrate is giving her a headache

[andrew-garfields-left-titty]

real hotgirl shit is reading Trans!Mulan(Ping) x Li Shang slowburn fics from 2009 at 2:27am on a wednesday

[generic-sonic-fan]

Omega's a static character because he had his character arc in the basement before Rouge found him

[themothmancassettes]

Fanart of @bitterdevil s nearly 30 AU!!!

[mams-is-my-will-to-live]

What is up with me and my obsession for Centuries old people pining for each other. Just the hundreds and thousands of years of mixed feelings and pent up emotions that no mere mortal can imagine. I read this thing daily like a much needed drug.

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And for living so long,they have loved and lost many people but they can assure themselves that they have this one constant until... one day. They don't. And they only have mere remnants of them. Of people they loved slowly going away one by one. Until everything changes around them cause the only constant there ever will be is change. And how foolish they were to think that it is their other half but time made sure they are aware of it. Gods, Immortals. All the power in the world. Yet time is the true master and change is what made them aware of it.

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Anyways..... it really needs to be a study at this point cause I have too many to count but I will always have favorites. How about ya'll

[industria-adastra]

[Genshin Impact] - The answer given by god, tastes like sand - Chapter one: Act V, scene ? (take ?) - [1/8]

Summary: In multiple timelines, Furina and Neuvillette always have this conversation. And in every single timeline, Neuvillette cannot understand, and cannot accept Furina’s answers. No matter how far back she falls into the abyss of time, Neuvillette thinks that she’ll never understand. - Or: In a world where witches and magical girls exist, to circumvent fate is to create a god out of love, and be left wanting.

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Next

Note: I genderbent neuvi for this madoka au

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Their first conversation, perhaps a hundred thousand turns ago—when Neuvillette had been just some gangly teenage girl, unknowing of the horrors of the world—about it, went a little like this. 

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In the comfort of Furina’s room, on her bed, they watched a recording of an opera. Neuvillette was sure it had been Turandot. Her memories of later times were fuzzy, but this timeline had always, and would always be, one of the clearest ones. 

Their legs tangled together, and Furina was warm against her skin. Neuvillette remembered being vaguely surprised that Furina didn’t put up as much of a fuss over her often cold feet touching her much warmer ones. But she also remembered being happy and content with Furina in her arms, enough so that she didn’t question why Furina didn’t try to act out an improvised dramatic comedy about the state of Neuvillette’s poor blood circulation. 

She remembered thinking that Furina’s new spur-of-the-moment hairstyle would surely be less likely to tangle between them as it’d often done before. She remembered the smell of petrichor and the smell of lilies, fresh tea, and cakes. So, only half-focused on the singing actors, Neuvillette soon found her attention drawn to the teardrop on Furina’s fingernail. 

Absent-mindedly, she unwrapped an arm from Furina’s waist to lift that hand, staring at the ring and the blue nail print.

“Hm? What are you doing, Neuvi?” 

“Furina,” Neuvillette suddenly said, prompting her to pause the ongoing video, setting the laptop aside.

“Yes?” Two-toned blue eyes turned to look at Neuvillette. “What is it?” 

“Could I ask you a question?”

For a brief moment, something unreadable had flashed across Furina’s face. But it left as quickly as it came, and Neuvillette had dismissed it as a mere trick of the mind. (Stupid of her to do so—it should’ve been the first sign of the injustice to come; the first sign that she’d taken everything in her life for granted.)

“Of course,” she smiled, as radiant as the sun, “You don’t have to ask for permission, silly. Whatever it is, ask away!”

“Then… If I may ask, why did you decide to become a magical girl?” Neuvillette gently placed down Furina’s hand, waiting for an answer. Furina, in turn, leaned further back against Neuvillette. Tilting her head upwards, Furina’s eyes—forever mesmerising blues—stared deeply into her own. 

“Mmm…” Furina mused as the silence dragged out for what felt like an eternity in seconds. “Well, this world… It’s a wonderful, beautiful place—so of course I’d protect it. If I have the power to do so, don’t you agree that I, too, should do my part?”

It was a simple answer—casual, expected. It told Neuvillette absolutely nothing at all. She liked to think that she knew Furina. As such, the lack of eager elaboration, and the lack of clear, substantive reasoning all told Neuvillette that there was something she was missing. Something was being withheld from her, and Neuvillette did not understand why. Were all these years of friendship not enough for them to be close enough to share such personal matters? Neuvillette wasn’t just a member of the audience, one of many in the adoring crowd. 

“We both know that this isn’t your true answer, Furina,” Neuvillette said in return, deciding to be honest with her thoughts. “Let me ask once more, and give me the truth, and only the truth. For what reason did you decide to become a magical girl?” Her hands cupped Furina’s face, gaze boring down upon her.

Neuvillette watched as her eyes darted to the side.

Then, she sighed, eyes closing as she did so. “Oh alright, you’ve caught me,” Furina said, shifting Neuvillette’s hands away from her face, straightening up on the bed. “I’ll give you a proper answer in just a second.” The space between them widened as Furina turned to face her directly. Yet only a few moments later, Furina then beckoned Neuvillette to come closer with a hand. So, Neuvillette followed it with not even a moment’s hesitation. Just as their shoulders were about to touch, Furina lightly tugged on her arm, silently asking Neuvillette to lean down.

Furina’s arm curled her head, lightly pushing it down further. The smell of lilies was all the more distinct now, so close to her neck.

“It’s because you’re a part of this world,” Furina whispered into her ear, a string of words said with a gravitas that Neuvillette never understood (even in the distant tomorrow of a hollow victory). Those words warmed her heart as much as they confused her.

“...Because of me?” Neuvillette questioned. Perhaps she had wanted more confirmation, or perhaps even the truth given freely did not feel quite so complete. Furina’s skill with words had always left her floundering in more ways than one. Why her specifically? Why not mention her large family, or even the recent friends they’d made? Why only her as a reason? Imperceptibly, her cheeks warmed.

Furina giggled, all previous tension now lost. Taking advantage of her shocked stillness, in the blink of an eye Furina was now behind her. In an unexpected display of magic, she’d conjured up a comb and untied the ribbon holding together Neuvillette’s long, long hair in that same moment. Confused as she was, Neuvillette simply let her continue with whatever it was Furina wished to do with her hair.

After minutes of silent combing, Furina suddenly said, “I want you to be able to experience this world, from the delightful to the depressing…” Placing down the comb, her fingers artfully braided Neuvillette’s hair. Her hands never wavered in braiding, even as she presumably searched for the correct words to continue that unfinished line. “To the fullest extent possible, no matter what. That day… I—” Her breath hitched, and then all was silent.

The sensation of Furina’s fingers braiding her hair was a comforting one as Neuvillette waited for her to continue speaking. There wasn’t too much pressure, nor were the strands braided so tightly that they pulled on her scalp. Time trickled away in her hands like fine sand, but as Furina had always said—no use rushing the process to only fall flat at the finishing line. 

“There,” said Furina, all of a sudden. The noise jolted Neuvillette out of her previous relaxed state. She blinked, quite sure her expression looked hilarious to Furina, judging from the muffled giggle. “Want to take a look?” She asked, emphasising the question with a wave of her handheld mirror. Just now’s conversation was also clearly over. But that was alright. There was always time to ask later anyway.

“Since it was you who did it, I’m sure that it’ll be as perfect as always.” Yet with that said, Neuvillette still reached out for the mirror, curling long fingers over Furina’s hand. Well, she did need to see it with her own eyes if she wanted to properly praise Furina’s efforts.

“Ever the flatterer, hm?” Without resisting, Furina let Neuvillette move the mirror this way and that, waving it in all directions to find the perfect viewing angle. 

“I’m being honest,” said Neuvillette, admittedly more focused on her current task.

“At least let me remove my hand first,” she huffed, yet made no move to extract her hand from Neuvillette’s firm grip. At those words, Neuvillette simply hummed in response, finally having seen all she needed of her newest updo. 

“I like the braiding pattern,” she said, setting the mirror down, and Furina’s hand free. This time, she was the one to lean back on the other. Furina, of course, supported her without a fuss, letting Neuvillette’s head slide down until it hit her lap. Now comfortably nestled between a pair of soft thighs, Neuvillette picked up the tail end of the braid. Gazing at the multicoloured teardrop gem attached to the new ribbon, she asked, “When did you get this? It reminds me of your eyes.”

“Just yesterday. It reminded me of you.” 

‘I… I see.” Involuntarily, heat rose to her cheeks. There was only one thing to do in response to such a gift. “I overheard some classmates discussing this new cafe—would you like to try their desserts together sometime?”

“Of course, my dear Levia.”

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They never did get to go to that cafe. That had been the last time they’d ever got to truly enjoy each other’s company as they were in that timeline—the one that had started it all.

[doodliydoos]

I post one thing about a raccoon and lion and suddenly all the pro interacial furry supporters are here (hello .w. I have no more mooncakes to share but how about sum pumpkin rolls?)

[k-n25-archive]

Lies. You do care, but you only care about yourself. He’s just someone for you to save, so that he’ll always need you, so that you can have someone to keep saving, so you can convince yourself that you’re good, that you’re worth it, that you don’t really hurt people, but all you do is break them.

//different anon, loving the Kanade angst

. . . That . That isn't true . . .

[othellotron9000]

Here, have a meme, feel like you need a bit of the sillies

Li Shang, the bicon himself ✨

[muninnhuginn]

absolutely entranced by shows that are majorly silly but still manage to nail the angst

[dracocheesecake]

Sneak Peak At Some WIP KFP Drabbles:

1) Innocent (Kai & Daiyu)

He looked innocent. 

Not always, of course- no one in their right mind would have even thought to refer to him in such a way, especially if they knew all of his titles and deeds: one couldn't think 'innocent' was an adjective complementary with someone called The Maker of Widows, or Master of Pain. Words had meaning, after all, and titles were earned. 

His appearance wasn't innocent, either. Eyes glowing green with stolen life, evil seeming to radiate from his powerful form like the aura of light around the sun. Even his smile was wicked, as crooked as his moral compass-if he even had one.

And yet, although Daiyu knew this, she couldn't help but think that he looked innocent- now, at least. He had his head resting on her lap, at an angle so the side horns wouldn't poke her. The evil eyes were closed, the furrowed brow now having relinquished its usual tension. Even the aura had dimmed. 

There was something there, just under his skin, something that might show if she only scratched. Her claws flexed, but she held the tips mindfully away from his face. He wasn't aware of the danger; he assumed (too readily, she thought) that she was innocent. 

And perhaps he was right. Daiyu didn't really think that she could hurt him, even if his greed finally overpowered whatever few scruples he had left, and he decided that he wanted her qi after all. Then she'd be helpless- if only because of her own convictions holding her back. 

2) Parents: (Kai & Daiyu)

Kai paused in sharpening his blade. There was a short silence, full of tension, and then he sighed. 

"...He was a good man," he said, "leave it at that."

"There must be more." She said. Kai grunted and relented.

"He was a passive, pacifist weakling," Kai growled through his grinding teeth, "who wanted me to be as spineless as him- who expected me to kowtow to every single person who spat insults or threats for the sake of keeping the peace." 

He scoffed and gripped the handle of one of his blades so hard Daiyu almost feared that it would crack; but Kai valued his weapons too much to be so careless. His grip loosened, and the anger with it, though the tension remained. He sighed. 

"...For all his wisdom, he really only understood books, and not people- at least, not nearly as well as he thought he did." 

3) Soft (Li Shan & Mr. Ping)

Everything about him was soft. From his fur to the way he smiled, everything about him was soft. Even the faint lines of grief that surrounded his eyes were muted, and the years of mourning had not been enough to destroy his kindness. 

And everyone loved Li Shan for it. It wasn’t hard to see why: he gave off warmth like a hearth, and his generosity and patience was unstinting. He took care of everyone around him- the type to give you the shirt off his back, if you only asked for it. 

Now Mr. Ping knew where Po had gotten it from. 

4) Some Don't Heal (Kai & Oogway)

"Why is that Oogway? Why am I still alive? Why is the universe playing this cruel joke on me?" 

He spread his arms as if to gesture to the bright, verdant landscape all about them, the beauty and tranquility of the place itself almost a mockery of what the two had been through only just outside the protection of the mountains. 

"Why did everyone else die- even you, almost- while I got out completely unscathed?" 

It was an exaggeration, Oogway knew- he saw a large burn scar on the back of Kai's shoulder, and there were a few places where stray arrows may have struck him; there also was a wound on his leg, on the side of his left knee, that Oogway had had to sew up again many times over due to Kai's nighttime pacing. Still, Oogway didn't respond; he just hadn't the words to explain- and how could he? Kai leaned in. 

"Why is that, Oogway?" He said again.

5) Spider's Webbing (Kai & Zhizhu)

The spider blinked all four of his eyes. "You…don't know where you are?" He said. 

Kai squinted at him. It was really dim in here, and the only light source seemed to come from that strange myriad of eyes. "Should I?" 

The spider looked away and fell into silence. One of his smaller legs came up, a claw tapping thoughtfully under his jaw. "No," he said softly after a moment, "I suppose you shouldn't." 

He glanced at him again, and there was a slight glint in his eyes, like light reflecting off the blade of a knife, sharp and full of dangerous potential. 

"How did you get here, may I ask?" 

Kai raised his brows at him and shrugged. "I was just walking along, enjoying the sights, and next thing I know, I'm suddenly falling down a pit, only to get caught in something sticky." 

Here he raised one of his arms to reveal that some strands of web were still clinging to his fur- there were also a few patches of bare skin, telling of a very painful method of disentangling himself from the trap. Zhizhu drew in a sharp breath almost involuntarily in sympathy- and he hoped it would be the first and last time he did so. 

Kai shrugged. "Now I'm here." He lowered his arm, but then the strands got stuck to his side and pants leg. The bull grunted in anger and pulled at it, and Zhizhu could see where it pulled his fur- and most likely the skin under it- with it. He winced and reached forward. 

"Uh…Here, please let me help with that." 

The bull turned his glare on him, his voice sharp and accusatory: "This is yours?" 

Zhizhu paused, if only because of how sudden the anger was. Kai snorted. 

"Stupid question," he grumbled, "I know…Sure, get this stuff off of me."

6) Aftermath (Oogway)

It was over- the battle was over, and now the aftermath of it had begun. Oogway stood where he had landed, staring at the empty space where Kai had once been. There was no blood, no body, no victory, save in the sense that the goal he had started out with had been accomplished; but he had not won. Far from it. 

He didn’t think about that, though. It was too soon for the full ramifications of his actions to hit him with their weight- a weight that he could not yet bear; not now. There was still the absence to process, the bitterness of the pyrrhic victory to overcome. Kai was gone. He could see that, and now he was beginning to understand it. The finger hold move had worked. Kai had been defeated before he could do any more harm. 

The pandas as well as the sanctity of chi was saved. Oogway took in a shuddering breath and leaned his staff on his shoulder. He cast one last look at the empty space before him, then turned quickly on his heel. The air here had begun to become tense and heavy, like the atmosphere before a storm set in. 

He walked back to the village, keeping his gaze straight ahead, his mind empty- but the tension followed him, growing heavier and heavier on his shell. He still didn’t think- at least, not consciously. But that storm was bearing down on him, building up power and speed the more he tried to resist it…and then it struck.

Oogway stopped suddenly. His legs shook, and then he realized that he was very tired, and not just because of the exertion the fight had put him through. Of his own compunction he fell to his knees onto the soft earth, and at the same time a realization -one he had been trying to hold off-  finally dawned. 

He's dead. Kai is dead. I killed him. 

Tears were running down his face. He tried to breathe, tried to swallow the lump that choked him, but he couldn't. His mind as well as his body were outside of his control. 

He needed help, he was suffering. He was suffering so much that he lost himself…and I killed him. He needed my help, and I killed him. It's my fault he ended up this way. 

And now he was gone forever. Oogway remembered the way Kai had looked at him that final time, with those horrid demonic eyes, eyes not his own- 

But they were his eyes, underneath the green veneer they were still his eyes- full of hurt, confusion, his mouth moving, trying to form words- what was he trying to say? No one will ever know, now. I didn't even give him the chance to say his last words. 

And that thought made Oogway want to crawl into his shell and never emerge again. He covered a sob with his hands, but didn't dare close his eyes for fear that the image of Kai's face would come back to haunt him. With a desperation driven by grief he fixed his gaze on the grass and tried to focus on the physical sensations of the present moment. 

But he couldn’t. No matter what he did, he couldn’t stop his mind from forcing him to relive the fight again and again.

7) Do The Dead Still Feel? (Daiyu)

And there was still a taste of metal on her breath, lingering on the tines of her tongue. She no longer hungered for air, but she found her chest heaving anyway, some compression on these copies of her lungs that obediently pumped for a body that no longer needed it- save for somewhere in the left side of the yawning cavity of her chest, there was a slight sagging sensation, a delay that would have been painful if she still had the nerves to feel it. 

Daiyu's right hand reached up, almost without her conscious will, claws tracing along a thin, precise scar between two of her ribs, just under the cloth. Her breath- (her breath, her breath, horrible, unneeded breathing)- hitched, and her claws curled inward harmlessly towards her palm. Tears- these, also unneeded, but actually wanted this time- rolled down her face. 

Again that ice cold realization took over her body, drenching it in numbness; it shouldn't have been a realization, she'd known this for so long by now, long enough for the shock to have settled, but for whatever reason it never did stick. 

She was dead. She was dead. She was dead, dead, dead. 

Why did it still hurt? 

Her eyes shifted over towards Kai, the mountainous shadow of his body only just in front of her, and she considered asking him if he ever felt the same. She would have, the question was on the tip of her tongue…but she never did ask. Perhaps she was afraid of the answer. 

She prayed to Guan Yin that he didn't feel the same.