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[hesperidia]

When Oda found out Akutagawa went to take on Mimic by himself, he did not see Dazai's feral subordinate that almost everyone on the PM feared.

He saw a child, one that Dazai appreciated (in some twisted way) and that child was certainly going to die, so he went to save him.

It's strange to me how Akutagawa never brings up Odasaku again, given that he literally saved his life.

Aku did resent Odasaku for being just an unremarkable guy that had all of Dazai's attention. Did his perception of him changed after the Mimic incident? did he blame (correctly) Dazai leaving the pm on his death? did he just not care?

[crimsonscloud]

This is my mother preparing bread despite the war and bombing everywhere 😔💔

I hope you can help me, I want her to be fine 😔

Thank you very much my friends🙏🙏

https://www.tumblr.com/ahmed-ziad/752355342201028608/plea-for-safety-a-cry-from-the-heart-of-gaza?source=share

sharing!

[marius-lepual]

in ep 91 when essek is telling the m9 why he likes them, the way matt's reading from his notes always makes me imagine essek has prepared the answer in advance, in the form of a "should i be friends with the mighty nein" pro/con list written in the middle of his existential crisis

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I'm pretty sure mysterious rifts in the fabric of reality don't normally do that.

[sleepy-stitches]

I MISSED LAST WEEKS GREGORY THEORY TUESDAY I AM SO FUCKING SORRY EVERYONE

[ninbinary]

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@impishsensei // continued from here

Honestly, getting one up on Gojou Satoru doesn’t actually elicit the same thrill it would’ve over a decade ago. He knows he’s done it when he sees just how tense the poor bastard is over just hearing him, but it doesn’t inspire any sick joy out of him like it would’ve before.

Unfortunately, Toji knows he probably has a role to keep, and while he’s no actor, he can play things up a bit for a little while. And, if nothing else, he’s never been Gojou Satoru’s biggest fan, anyway. He can afford him some genuine distaste.

“A man can’t be walking home from his job?” He questions him right back, sounding a bit bored. “Thought you might understand that sort’a thing, now that you’ve grown up a bit.”

In the past he might’ve made more of an effort to sound sarcastic, but he doesn’t want to put that much effort in right now, so only the dryness remains. Not that it made much of a difference to him, probably, but as long as Toji knew, then his point was there. Besides, to his own credit, Toji had already put the effort in: Back about two minutes ago when he’d seen him, debated with himself on whether or not he should bother with bothering him, and then done it. Sure, the decision had been made in about twenty seconds, but that was twenty more than he’d ever given him before. Can’t Gojou sound just a little more grateful about that?

Of course he won’t, primarily because there’s no way he’d even know to begin with, so Toji’s not gonna be the dumbass to voice that thought out-loud. He knows it wouldn’t happen, anyway, even if he did know. Probably. More than likely.

A chuckle bubbles out of his chest at that, though it could be mistaken for a scoff. He’ll let him decide on which he wants it to be. “Never been known to not have the audacity,” he replies, which is probably about the stupidest thing he could say, but oh well. He’d half-expected to be blown away the minute Gojou turned on him, but if some banter keeps him from doing that, then Toji’s here to provide.

“Try not to damn a guy for wanting to have a little fun, now, though. That’s all it really is, yanno—honest.”

Of course, he’s making no move to sound that way, but his hands are held up in surrender, in placation. That counts for something, right?

[randompolls]

I was hoping nobody would notice, okay?!

[tozettastone]

I've heard there's a wattpad exodus going on right now due to a NSFW crackdown?

In the unlikely event that any of those poor wattpad users follow me: most longer-term AO3 users will have a few invitations they can give you so you can skip the sign up queue! But you must promise to tag what's actually in your fics and never post placeholders. 😔

[aggravateddurian]

WIP WEDNESDAY/WHENEVER POST

I have not done one of these in about a month or two!

Progress has occurred.

Brother's Shadow | Vincent 'V' Gonzalez

Finally happy with my boy's appearance, so now he'll be joining the NPV creation queue (it's only him atm).

For a while I've been using the E3 V as a placeholder for V while I came up with how I imagine V looks, knowing that he's Val's half brother.

Vince's mother is Arianna Gonzalez (a Solo who first appeared in a Cyberpunk RED campaign I wrote, who saved a player who was having a rough time) and his father is an unnamed corpo who died when Vince was two (he was born on 16 July 2049). By that point, Arianna and his father had split, and Arianna was dating Zanjoe Ocampo (Val's father).

Brother's Shadow | Upcoming Juvie Post (OTP: Complementary Colours)

Remember Val's original yellow eyes from back in the day?

Kiroshis can have their colours altered on the fly (using a special mod that can be found in the TTRPG rules) and after a few months of scaring the patrons of Lizzie's late at night, Val was finally told by Susie Q to change them. She went with her natural eye colour (brown) and that's how we lost Val's yellow eyes.

Brother's Shadow | Chapter 3

Chapter 3 has been a slow churn, because it's evolved from being a simple dinner interrupted by a couple of Arasaka goons to a whole-ass shootout between an Arasaka strike force, and Vicky and Trey. I will put it out tonight. Here's a sample:

That's all for now!

Gonna tag @partycakesstuff, @ouroboros-hideout, @wanderingaldecaldo, @streetkid-named-desire and @byberbunk2069 if you wanna (no pressure) and anybody else who wants to join in!

[void-botanist]

WIP name game

Thank you @365runesoftheamalgamations for the tag!

Rules: share the titles of WIP docs, whether they’re serious or simply placeholders, so that people can send an ask regarding a title that most interests them, and then share either a snippet of that WIP or something regarding it. Tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I've done a similar one previously and I thought for this tag it would be fun to dig into the documents inside one Scrivener file. So here's the scenes from Nicea:

Intro what Leaving the office Switcheroo Spa o' clock Calling off Contract ended Tristan and Mal Teagan Fay Loose ends Bo's parents Sisters Storage unit Owen Airing out Mapping Playing the pub Farewell to the ancestors Revalo juice party Broken arrangement Gwinnia Christina/corona Brunch/the jacket map suckage warp corridors screw them over Drift city blues Emergency contact Michael New map Double jump Swamp planet No regrets queueing Caught Althea Bad Moon Rising Confi(de)n(c)e Fight Retail therapy Shower Ripples Bunk Tatiana Arvenswold boyfriend nail party at tatya's Wolf Spill Transmission A mechanic's date drinks Guilt Please Strategy

I'm not going to tag that many people but I will tag @sarahlizziewrites, @vacantgodling, and @malloen8c, plus anyone who wants to join in!

Nicea taglist: @kahvilahuhut @malloen8c @outpost51 @writernopal @athenswrites

[hesperidia]

You know how in atla when Zuko starts questioning his objective and actions he feels physically sick and has a fever? In bsd when Akutagawa stops killing people his stress levels skyrocket and i think, when it comes to stubborn characters that's a cool way to portray making a choice to challenge one's beliefs and change as a person

[multeasers]

A-Qing truly has no idea where she’s gone.

She’s walked around, never with any real destination, for so much of her life, though, that she’s not bothered by this fact. To her, this is simply another place for her to explore, to find something of interest in. She’s got her fair share of fears, but she can’t find a reason to be fearful of this place—at least, she hasn’t found one, so far. But she feels like she won’t any time soon, either, so she’s not exactly aiming to move on as quickly as she can.

Still, it isn’t lost on her that there's something...off about the area. She can’t quite place her finger on it, but that’s little reason to not be on the safe side. She’s doing her best to keep an eye out, just in case, despite her instincts finding no reason for her to be weary just yet.

Someone calling out behind her, however, does cause her to jump a bit.

She has half a mind to curse herself—she’d been off in her head too much, allowing herself to be spotted by someone she doesn't quite recognize. She hadn’t even realized anyone else was around, or she would’ve been more careful; and now that he’s here and called out to her, it’s not like he can be ignored. She resists the urge to sigh, and instead turns on her heel to face the other; she goes slow, a way to try and save what little face she may have left, if he witnessed her shock.

“Wasn’t trying to hide or anythin’.” She tells him, voice sounding a little plain—she supposes old habits die hard. It’s better than usual, however, as normally she’d have more fight in her no matter who she meets. She's been on her own too long to be any other way. That in mind, however, the moment she looks at the other, she finds that she senses no ill will from him. With that in mind, there’s little reason to be combative.

“’m just walking around. Who’re you?”

Long white robes rustled in the dim light, topped by robin egg blue a travel outfit that had been a gift from his father. Lan Sizhui had come here at the request of a spirit. This was a place that had not been seen for some time and he would have not known it was even here if not for his spiritual guide.

The woods and wildlife had grown up around it and taken it back into nature. There was still something eerie about the place that made the lone cultivator pause. He did not look with his eyes, he looked with his power. The place was awash in old energy, it was not negative or positive it was energy from an age past.

The question was how old was it and how long had it been here ? None of these questions were going to be answered standing at the edge of the woods. It was only when he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Had ne been followed ? "Hello." he called conversationally. "There is no need for secrecy I am well aware of the company."

[amplexadversary]

Oh my fucking god

I'm mad. I'm trying to figure out a better tag for "well-drawn interior spaces, often with delightful interior design"

One second after I settled on a placeholder tag and hit "queue," I remembered "drawing rooms" used to be a thing.

a tiny bit sooner and I wouldn't have had to fix that

[heinousherring]

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“If you’re sure...” A-Qing murmurs with a bit of wariness, but in the face of the confidence the other seems to have—even if it is just for her sake—she does her best to settle and not impede in the search of the tree. She wonders, briefly, if she should offer to help, but in the end, she just focuses on calming herself as much as she can. It’s truly the least she can do, she feels, but she hopes it is something.

“Poor little guy,” she says with sympathy, “I wish I had somethin’ to offer... But, oh, I don’t think the next town is too much farther, so it shouldn’t be too long to find’im somethin’ there.”

In all reality, she’s not sure of this; she’s always wandered aimlessly, and now is no different, so she couldn’t even say what the name of the next town is, much less how far it is or isn’t. Still, surely thinking of the town as being nearby would work to keep spirits high, so why not say it? If not for her own sake, then...

She can’t finish the thought, because in the next moment, the baby is down on the ground, and the other has asked her the thing she expected the least. She flounders, briefly, as she tries to think; while part of her is quick to want to deny, a different part of her makes her hesitate before she can. She’s interacted with plenty of children before—mostly when she was also a child herself, granted, but still—with that in mind, this really shouldn't be any different. And if she just has to watch him in his little basket, it really shouldn’t even be difficult. She hopes so, at the least.

“I don’t mind, I’m just—nervous, really.” She admits with a shake of her head, though she turns to face him anyway. She even gives him and the other a smile, albeit small. “I’ve never been asked to watch a baby; I’ll do my best, though.”

❛ it’ll be all right, ❜ yanli says in her most soothing voice, much as she would speak to jin ling when hunger and teething left the baby bad-tempered and fussy. ❛ i won’t really do much, only immobilize your arm so you don’t hurt yourself moving it around. someone else will see to it later, it’ll be just fine. ❜ it doesn’t matter that much time has passed since she last had to set a bone or make a splint. the girl certainly doesn’t need to know⎯what will it achieve, except make her brace herself for more pain? no, she decides, she’ll simply have to act confident and hope it translates to her hands.

she bends over, searching around the tree for a good, straight branch to work with, when the stranger’s voice makes her look up again. with nothing she can do about jin ling’s whines at the moment, she’s all but tuned out his unhappy sniffles in favor of focusing on the task at hand. now, a vague sense of guilt gnaws at her as she straightens just a little bit, reaching behind her shoulder to catch one of the child’s chubby fists in her hand and rub it in soothing circles. ❛ he’s just hungry, ❜ she explains with a resigned little shrug. ❛ i was hoping to get us some supplies on the next town over, but it’s been a longer walk than i expected. ❜

realization strikes her in the middle of her thoughts, her face brightening just a little bit. ❛ actually, if you wouldn’t mind⎯ ❜ she carefully slips jin ling’s basket off her shoulders as she speaks, settling it onto the ground as she would precious treasure. ❛ do you think you could watch him while i work? i’m sure he’ll feel better if he knows someone’s looking after him. won’t you, a-ling? ❜ these last words are directed at the baby, a soft coo as she gives his cheek an affectionate pinch.