#q’d up

[m1d-45]

More unrelated Bird Xiao blurbs because this idea has me in a chokehold.

Xiao always felt guilty about the scar he left on your hand when he but you. He nuzzles that scar with his little feathered head every chance he gets.

Zhongli noticing Xiao is in a much better mood these days. When the former archon asks the yaksha about it, he swears he saw Xiao give a small smile before he left to pray to the creator.

Xiao gets hurt in his bird form. He can't fight back in this little body and ends up with a broken wing. When the true creator finds him, he can only chirp sadly and apologetically. 'I'm so sorry,' he thinks, 'I just wanted to find you.' But instead of leaving him there like he expected, you oh-so-carefully pick him up and use what little powers you have to heal him. His heart aches for you when he hears you murmuring comforting words to him while you hold him close. He never wants you to let go of him.

-sibling anon, who is currently fixated on all the fluff+angst material of this idea

honestly i could probably post this stuff as like. a Genuine Post. but i wanna answer this now and also have a really sad post right after valentine’s day (which is already q’d) so… here’s 800 words of bird xiao :)

xiao’s fond of sitting in your palm, head resting on the small scar on your finger. he feels so bad for it, always, the glimpse of blue engrained in his memory, but he hopes by covering it you won’t hate him for it.

you don’t hold it against him (honestly, you probably forgot) and treat him as you always do: with kindness. you pet over his wings and give him your almonds, and in return he sings you a gentle song.

he’s seen at the inn less and less often, it’s so quiet on the balcony that verr ends up calling zhongli over. the consultant knew the yaksha, somehow, and she hoped he could find out what was wrong. zhongli wasn’t expecting anything serious, but when the balcony was empty even after he called for him…

(across liyue, xiao stiffened in your hands. you frowned, but he only flapped up, up, and away, leaving you as suddenly as he arrived)

xiao appears a moment before zhongli was going to call again, seeming… almost relaxed.

they talk, and though xiao swears he’s keeping up with his duties… zhongli knows he isn’t lying, but he can see how his debt has lessened. his shoulders are straighter, he isn’t as hunched over, and his hands aren’t balled at his side.

zhongli eventually shrugs it off. hes not surprised xiao hasn’t been hanging around as often when the traveller recently went to sumeru; love does strange things to people.

xiao’s only seen you in his mortal form once, and it was entirely by accident.

he’d been traveling from one hilichurl camp to the next, and your paths had crossed. he’d frozen, unused to seeing you when he want the size of your palm, but even from a distance he could see the terror in your eyes.

he hated it.

he couldn’t move for you if he wanted to—he did, he wanted to stop and hold you like you’d held him, wanted to brush his hands over your skin and assure you you had nothing to fear—as you turned and fled, leaving him alone on the trail. he couldn’t blame you, in truth, not when his spear was drawn and his face was taught with irritation. it made sense you’d be afraid of him, just… he wasn’t prepared for it to hurt this badly.

he’s been careful to only approach you in his smaller form ever since, no matter how far he had to fly. it wasn’t worth scaring you.. not after he’d already hurt you once.

he was distracted as he flew, not seeing the hawk that was diving for him until it was too late. the claws of the larger bird slammed him into the earth with a sharp crack, and he let out a cry. he couldn’t shift, not now, not when it was the time when you were usually walking about-

“hey!”

the bird didn’t pay attention to your call, only pressing xiao down further, but he did. he tried to wriggle from the hawk’s grip, to avoid the sharp beak that could spell his death in this smaller form. all he needed to do was get out, to slip free- but what if you saw him? would you still be afraid of him?

a large stick hit at the hawk, knocking its beak from xiao. you’d picked one up, one of the many splintering sticks scattered in liyue. you.. were protecting him.

the hawk cried and let him go, flapping backward, but you continued to jab at the dirt in front of it until it caved in and flew away.

xiao tried to flip to his feet, but one of his wings was hurt badly, pain shooting up his shoulder when he tried to move it. another weak chirp slipped out of him without his meaning to, and you turned, worry on your face.

you knelt—you shouldn’t be doing that, not to him, not when he was so dark and you were such a bright light—and carefully picked him up, cradling his small form in your palm. the warmth from your hands quickly covered his body, seeping into the definitely broken bone and easing some of the pain.

you carried him back to your messy camp, carefully hand-feeding him bits of almonds. if he weren’t covered in feathers, he’d surely have flushed a bright red, but he couldn’t deny that the food did help slightly.

for the rest of the day, he sat in your palm in a quiet half-sleep, weakly chirping whenever you checked on him. other birds came and went, but you kept him sheltered in your hand, wiping away any dust on his feathers.

by the time morning came, his wing was barely even sore.

[shibaraki]

katsuki is finely attuned to your mood. he doesn’t say anything right away. he observes. let’s you handle it yourself at first, treats you with the same respect he would want for himself. soon he starts to help in little ways. subtle, if it were anyone else but him. sits with you at lunch and pushes the last of his food on your plate. leaves small sweet treats on your desk. he praises you with red ears and gritted teeth. he invites you to after work drinks with his idiots if you start to self isolate. checks that you’re not working over time. mentions what helps him sleep. what helps him with nightmares. does silly shit like shoot a paper ball at izuku’s head and just to make sure you laugh.

eventually he finds a free day and signs you off. he takes you on his favourite hiking trail, accepting your weight as you lean on him in complaint. it’s when you reach the summit he that tells you to scream.

you frown, brows drawn in confusion. katsuki nods toward the vast blue. “go on,” he says, “let it all out”.

your expression blooms the moment it clicks. opens up for him, soft and grateful. lip caught between your teeth you take his hand, fingers threading until palms kiss with no hesitation. he swallows, sparks igniting under his skin as he watches your chest expand on a deep, overdue inhale.

the frustration coils in your throat. you open your mouth and you release, grip tightening. he squeezes back to keep you there and listens to the echo of your burdens bounce across the valley until you’re panting. tension wrung from your body you begin to laugh, growing louder with your giddiness and he can’t help a crooked grin.

you cover intertwined hands, cradling them, and lean to kiss his knuckles. “thank you,” you murmur, more fondness in your voice than he knows what to do with. “again? together, this time?”

he snorts and rolls his shoulders back, feeling equally seen. you hear the acquiescence in it. one more time would be fine.

up here, the world ends with you.

[houseflyy]

melody chilling in your muse's pocket like this

[halos2]

Happy November 9thh

[elderwisp]

hi legends ok so i have decided staring june i would like to go back to posting twice a week in regards to story posts! i was thinking tues/thurs or mon/fri

[astrumocs]

Sorry for the spam notifications,

[ofdetonation]

@shocksugars: "If I die, Kacchan, I want you to have my guitar and stuff, Kirishima has a guitar already and why is the ceiling spinning ahh I feel weird." meme: unprompted. ╱ status: always accepting.

someone's screwed up on pain meds. considering the amount of damage he did to his own body, it's not surprising to see that they needed him on some hefty medication ... but that means he sometimes says some weird shit. and the young bakugou is categorising this under one of those times.

❝ what are you on about this time, dunce ? ❞ if he dies ? getting his guitar and stuff ? he shoves a hand over the other blond's eyes, if just to save him from the world spinning. ❝ go to sleep. you're talkin' nonsense. ❞

[rudennotgingr]

[marilyn-jeanne]

[shibaraki]

Kiyoomi knows well enough that idle hands are the devils playthings. Nervous hands are another thing entirely. Nails bitten to the quick, cold air nipping at exposed wounds, blood vessels bruising where his flesh is harshly pinched.

You often realise what he’s doing before he does. You’re perceptive like that. Attentive to his ever-waning moods as though it were blood in the water. It comes second nature to you now — stopping the nervous impulse without having to look away from whatever is unfurling right in front of you. Gentler than he feels he deserves, you reach over to pry his fingers back, and smooth over the reddening skin with the pad of your thumb.

An apology sits on his tongue, but he doesn’t open his mouth. He doesn’t want to see the downturn of your lips. You understand well enough how his mind whirrs and wanders, and you see no reason for him to be sorry about it. But he does. Sometimes Kiyoomi thinks his soul might just be made up of loose sediment; destined to be disturbed by the slightest change in current. One misstep and you’re drawn into an oceanic trench.

“Love?” you call to him quietly. There’s a deep crease between your brows despite his efforts. Your other hand cradles his jaw, working at the hinge until it loosens and his bottom lip slips from between his teeth. Ah, that’ll be why. “Are you alright?”

He feels a little small as he tries to find the words. Drawn back to the surface, all his anxieties seem trivial. Without a word of complaint, you rewind the scene you’d missed and pause it. The sofa cushions dip when you pull both knees up under your body. Turning toward him, you bend to press a lingering kiss to the curve of his bare shoulder.

“My sister called,” he says, tone rough from disuse. You take it for what it is — permission to come closer. Kiyoomi releases the tension in his spine and slumps into your waiting embrace as you clamber onto his lap. The weight is welcomed, and he feels like he can breathe again. Your fingers slide into his hair, lightly scratching over his scalp and further, until your arms are draped around his neck.

He burrows into your chest. “She wants you to go to dinner?” He nods. “Will your brother be there, too? Parents?” He nods. You pause. “Your grandparents?”

He nods. Your grip tightens reflexively. Thighs either side of his hips, feet tucked under his knees, palm cradling the back of his skull — Kiyoomi feels held. It’s as if you had dipped your cupped hands into the sea floor and scooped him up in his entirety.

The skin around his thumb is throbbing in time with his pulse. He can taste copper, but you don’t seem to mind it when you bend to kiss him. Your lips are soft against his own, chaste and deliberate, and far too quick. All the better, because he likes how you smile against his mouth when he chases.

“This dinner party,” you begin breathlessly. The mere thought twists his insides and he tries to kiss you again, stopped short by your forefinger. “Does your invite extend to others?”

Petulant, Kiyoomi feigns ignorance. “Others?”

“Partners. Spouses. Close friends. Comrades”.

He snorts. Your finger moves as the list goes on, brushing over the impression left by his canines. With a soft pout, you add, “Doesn’t have to be me. But I think someone should go with you”.

In the face of your own petulance he regrets his own. “No,” fuelled by the need to put your mind at ease, both arms cinch at your waist and drag you further over his thighs. You laugh, and his palms smooth over your hips, satisfied by the sound. “I want you there with me”.

“Yeah?”

His nose nudges the underside of your jaw. You tilt, offering space for him to pave tender pecks along your throat. “Yes,” he murmurs with finality, kissing your pulse as he speaks. Then he pulls back to meet your gaze, the hearty love there wicking away the dregs of anxiety in his chest.

“You make me brave”.

[dynmghts]

TRANSMISSION FROM @eraseur : “ i must be hurt pretty bad if you’re being this nice to me. “ TRANSMISSION ENDED / SETTLING DUST , ACCEPTING .

being nice wasn't a part of the equation ; his teacher, his mentor, was hurt. and while katsuki had spent many days gritting his teeth while listening to lesson after lesson from the other, he can't help but remember the broadcast after he was kidnapped / where aizawa was one of the only ones that believed in him.

even in saying that, though, the young bakugou can't help but glare at his teacher, hands working carefully to try and tend to the wounds. if he does this right, then he'll at least be stable. but first - ❛ sensei, respectfully shut the fuck up. ❜

the wounds were deep and some of them were close to arteries. if katsuki was willing to admit it to himself, aizawa was hurt badly - and he knows that aizawa knows it. but if he had any sort of say in it, hands working to clean the wound and dress it and apply pressure one step after another, it was that he wasn't going to let aizawa bleed out here ... [ not while he has so much more to learn from him. ] ... and die with whatever the hell never left his mind.

the solace in having katsuki deal with this is that he's efficient.

❛ i'll make damn fucking sure you're stable 'til help gets here, so you better not bleed out on me. ❜ the downside ? he isn't very gentle. ❛ got it ? ❜

[elderwisp]

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[ofdetonation]

@setsunaid inquired : ✔ // mikaela and / or mitsuri ! ╱ quick & easy plotting guide.

let’s go for both!!

mikaela:

Do I know your muse(s):      yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting:      our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships?      yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships:      friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protector - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other 

I’m in the mood for:      fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

Feel free to:      message me ooc | message me ic | tell me your ideas | write a starter | answer one of my opens | send a meme | reblog this with your preferences - let’s find common interests

mitsuri:

Do I know your muse(s):      yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting:      our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships?      yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships:      friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protector - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other 

I’m in the mood for:      fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para | shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other

Feel free to:      message me ooc | message me ic | tell me your ideas | write a starter | answer one of my opens | send a meme | reblog this with your preferences - let’s find common interests

[shibaraki]

the arsonist's lullaby was so good so so good im literally crying like tears are falling. that was so amazing and the writing was beautiful thank you jajsndndnd

🥺 thank you baby I am reaching through the screen to wipe away ur tears. it’s an honour that you loved it and it evoked those emotions in you!!! hope you’re ok and giving you many big hugs!

[inklore]

hiatus.

unfortunately your girl has been suffering deeply in a mental health crisis for months now and it’s only seeming to get worse the more time i spend online. therefore i’m going to take some steps back for a bit. could be long could be short idk.

maybe i’ll come online to post writings or gifs if inspiration strikes and it helps the battle going on inside my brain. i’m not too sure. but i do know i can’t be chronically on here for right now.

i have some posts q’d up and certain mutuals have my number and discord if you wish to check in. but consider this my i’m going ghost post. i hope you all understand, i adore you <3