#reborn! next

[eternitas]

OKAY FINE

Brainham time

Its a warm day in italy and early in the morning. Rena is just sniffling and sneezing and feels sluggish. But the premier is soon and they have still to iron out some scenes and reherse them so even if she hasnt slept that well she will push through!

She sneezes again and Hayato, preparing his coffee and having so far not commented on her snifflinf and sneezing is gettinf a bit agitated

"Are you getting sick or something?"

"No."

"Bullshit, check your temperature!"

"Ugh! Drop it. I gotta go!"

She doesnt but she wants to escape any mention of sickness, nopr she is not getting sick that's stupid. Also she has a premier to get ready for.

So she packs her stuff and goes out to groceryshop.

They dont need a lot but she had to leave.

Its so damn warm on this day. She feels so weak. Probably because she didnt sleep well.

Maybe she should at least take it easy tod--

Her phone rings and she takes the call

There has been an issue with the backdrop for the play and the seamstress is a bit behind and needs some help.

So before her group collects for rehersal she helps out at the theater.

By the time rehersal starts she is a bit wobbly on her feet

Her group notices and they are concerned but she says its fine and she will just not push herself so much.

So she pushes herself too much during rehersal, trying to demonstrate something in full swing when it suddenly gets all black before her eyes.

She wakes up on the floor a few of her members around her and someone is yelling to someone else that she woke up and she can faintly hear someone saying "--yes she just regained consciousness again."

She tries to get up but one of the larger guys gently prevents her from it.

"Don't move so fast or you might hurt yourself."

She feels ashamed to be making a scene but the entire ensemble agrees to stop here and get her home to lay down first. They will just reherse what they have without her and memorize the lines properly.

Rena is mayed to lay down with a wet cold towel on her head. Some wonder if its the heat, others wonder if she is getting sick.

someone mentions to get her a cab home while someone else says to first inform her boyfriend.

Yeah no- she wants to protest and say she will make it home alone when the big guy from before mentions that he has her boyfriends number for emergencies.

She silently curses for ever having given it to him but its also when the fever really kicks in and with it the cramps that make her sweat and writhe in pain. Its different from period cramps. and its painfull.

She knows hayato wont come and get her he is busy with work. Someone says they will quickly go buy some painkillers against the fever and the cramps.

When hayato is called he takes the call and listens, tensing as he looks to tsuna and then presses his lips together. Tsuna frowns confused.

"I... Have to talk with my boss. If I cant make it I will definitely send someone asap." then he hangs up.

"What's wrong?"

"Rena collapsed at the theater, she has a fever and cramps."

Tsuna and Yamamotos eyes widen

"You should go get her home then!"

"But-"

"Gokudera!"

Before he can even start with his counter argument Tsuna nips it in the bud. He is not having that.

"I do not accept being the reason why you do not aid your partner during her time of need. I can handle myself and Yamamoto is still with me."

(a bit further away ava makes a soft "Oooh! :O" and claps into his hands while Sergey whistles. "He really sounds like a boss now!")

Tsunas cheeks turn slightly red at rhe praise feom afar but he stands his ground and Gokudera wirh gritted teeth bows.

"Thank you, Neo Primo. I'll be going then."

And as soon as he has officially clocked out he fucking SPRINTS to get to the cars.

Her ensemble meanwhile worries and debates if to get her a cab after all but then decide to wait at least till their one member returns with the painmeds.

The guy comes back and Rena takes the meds asking ro get a bit more time to relax before she goes home. Ahe will just lay down on the sofa outside. One of rhe girls offers to stay with her just in case and the rest return to rehersal.

Luckily tsuna and co were already close so hayato turns up quickly and parks right in a restricted area.

He rings the bell to the theater and the rehersal stops for a second before someone decides to go open the door.

Rena sits up wondering who it might be bc that was way too fast to be hayato or someone he sent.

So thr door opens and whoop its hayato who quickly moves towards rhe theaterhall to get rena, stopping when he sees her on the sofa right outside.

"Hayato?!"

"Oh yeah, you look aweful."

"Thanks-" she sniffs again and takes a tissue to wipe her nose.

"I'll take her home now." he tells the two members who just nod

"C-can I at least say goodbye to everyone?"

"If its quick."

The other two member tell the ensemble and rhey all stop for a moment to say goodbye at least with the tallest of the guys frowning.

"Some asshole psrked their Maserati on the restricted area." hayato frowns

"That's my work car."

It gets uncomfortably quiet.

"Doesn't change that its a restricted area."

"Don't worry, I'm leaving now." he says in his usual tone and Rena weakly slaps his side.

"Behave."

He wants to retort something but doesnt, for her sake and instead lifts her up in a bridal carry

"I'll take her home now."

"What are--!" Rena blushes but then scrambles foe words asking if anyone has another key for the facility and the tallest holds up his keyring promising to close up when they're done.

Someone holds open the doors for them snd its a short walk to the car.

"If you didnt rush out but listened to me and checked your temo this morning this wouldnt have happened."

"I have s premier to prepare for! You'd drag yourself ro work even if you had gotten your legs chopped off!"

He pauses. "Fair."

At home he lays her down in bed and makes sure she is taken care off, ordering food for the both of them and checking in with Shamal to come by and have a look st her.

of course not without threatening that if the guy does ANYTHING dodgy, Dera will kill him.

Even tho he does return to work the next day he gives her a pager for emergencies and says that chrome said she'd come by to check on rena later.

She recovers well

[littlemut]

[hodinodi]

her familiar is so shaped to me

[smilingcrittersthingig]

Would you miss me?

(R!Hoppy x C!Bobby)

TW: Implied Su!c!d3

In the same way that R! Dogday deals with insanely unwell mental problems

The rest of the critters have their own as well

R! Hoppy having lost the motivation to do anything, has at one point, attempted to die again, thinking she’s worthless now because she’s lost her usual energy and possibly thinking that maybe if she dies, the ‘better Hoppy’ will come back

Luckily she survived, Bobby found her in time. And she’s progressively getting better with the therapy on hand

[supheya]

Oop, little sketch🤲

Also, a little sketches down below. (I'm just scared that Tumblr would eat me for this.)

RED: I FORGOT TO ADD WARNING-

Hehe, monke tail, hehe

(I still don't understand what is going on with the quality of pictures)

[callmebrycelee]

MAN CRUSH MONDAY

RYAN GUZMAN

Ryan Anthony Guzman was born September 21, 1987 in Abilene, Texas. The 36-year-old actor and former model is best known for portraying firefighter Edmundo "Eddie" Diaz in the ABC procedural drama 9-1-1. His other roles include Sean Asa in Step Up Revolution and Step Up: All In; Noah Sandborn in The Boy Next Door; Jake in Pretty Little Liars; Carlos Gutierrez in Heroes Reborn; and Ryan Mills in Notorious. Ryan is 6 feet tall.

[superellysan]

Not me thinking the hole in the dragon’s stomach looked like pussy yesterday only to realize today that oh yeah that might have been the point

Falin is literally being reborn

10/10 framing I love this series so much and TRIGGER is killing it on the visuals

[einsatzzz]

H.K. & H.K. 🥹💖✨ khr x sanrio collab will always live rent-free inside my brain

[keirientez]

26-27/01/2024

[mixelation]

i still don't really know what i want to do with anko in reborn au. i think i've mentioned this before, but i don't.... really like anko? she's fine in canon or as a cameo character, but fanon!anko is pretty annoying to me and i lost interest as a result.

anyway i think she'd be super against tori's entire existence.

anko: you have a WHAT from WHOMST and you GAVE HER TO YOUR WIFE? are you insane

minato: anko, i understand your concerns, but tori was screened for--

anko: YOU CAN'T SCREEN FOR OROCHIMARU

minato: do not interrupt me. yes, we screened her. she's fine. if anything goes wrong....

minato: well. we'll just kill her

itachi: oh. hmm

[yarrayora]

while i do joke about reborn as tsuna's daddy issue a lot i tend to 'err' when it comes to actually calling reborn as tsuna's father figure because to me what they have as a mentor and apprentice is a stronger bond than assigning them nuclear family roles

compared to making reborn "im the stepdad who stepped up" i prefer their relationship as something like an old knight who watched his squire grew up to be the hero king

[mistystepmoonbeam]

Reborn into BG3 14 - Tav's Night

You're reborn into BG3 with only the memory of your past life. Now you're Tav's companion on his journey, and must learn about yourself as much as your new reality.

Chapter 14 (Tav's Night): Your first night in the Underdark. You catch Tav sneaking back into camp, and he finds out you're more injured than you let on.

Astarion's Night

Gales Night

Word count: 1.8K

A/N: Thank you all for your patience while I was on hiatus!!! <3. Since you all voted for Tav to have the first part, here he is! His ended up being kinda sad >.> but I'm looking forward to developing his character/background more.

You get a blissful couple hours of sleep before your eyes open and refuse to close.  The only comfortable position you could find with your bruises was on your side, but now there’s no position that gives you any relief.  Finally you sit up, wondering just how bad your back looks for it to ache so much.  You would give all your gold for an aspirin right now.

It’s too dark in your tent to check your wounds.  Even if you use your staff the light won’t be enough to tell the difference between the shadows and the bruises.  With the camp quiet you step out of your tent and into the firelight.  The braziers are still going, flames a little smaller now but giving off plenty of light.

The first few nights you’d been too scared to take off any of your clothing to sleep.  Your jacket, socks, boots, everything had stayed on.  But you’ve grown comfortable enough to take some of it off.  You walk on the balls of your feet to get to a brazier, enchanted socks whisking away the dirt as fast as it touches them.  Those, your loose pants and untucked tunic are all that protect you from possible attack.  You’ll be fine within the base, surrounded by weirdly overprotective barbarians and Scratch.  The dog lifts his head when he spots you, tail wagging but he remains laying by the campfire.  You hold up a finger to your lips and he sets his head back on his paws, eyes closing.  His tail gives a couple more wags before settling.

It’s hard to manoeuvre your body well enough to see all of your injuries.  You can see the dark blue bruise on the right of your hip, which wraps around to your back, the edges fading to lighter colours.  There’s an equally dark bruise on the right side of your ribs—had you been jabbed there?  Between the goblins' pikes and a couple of falls you’re not sure who is to blame for what bruise.  But those ones aren’t the ones bothering you the most.  The ones in the middle of your back are what keep you from a comfortable sleep and you can’t see them at all. 

You poke at the bruise on the right of your ribcage when a voice startles you.  “You’re still injured.”

You whirl to find Tav crawling through the side exit that leads to the Spectator.  Though there’s no sign of injury on his person your heart skips at the possibility of him going into that fight alone.  You notice part of his casual clothing is scorched.

“What happened?”

“Apparently some of those mushrooms explode,” he admits with a smile.  He jumps down to your level and starts to approach but quickly steps back.  His tail lowers, nearly wrapping around his leg as the tip draws circles in the dust.  

“What’s wrong?” you ask.  

“Are you mad at me?”  He keeps his eyes on the floor but glances up at you to ask the question.  “I’m sorry about Astarion.  With the Gur and then…earlier.”

You grind your teeth together, remembering the blood on your hands.  “I’m not mad anymore.”

It’s a half truth.  Some part of you still simmers with anger but it’s directed at yourself more than Tav.  And after everything he’s done for you…

“I’m sorry about before, too.”

You meet his wavering gaze.  “About what?”

“At the hag's house,” he says.  “When I tried to stop you.”

“Why would you be sorry about that?”  He was trying to help you, hardly something to apologize for.  Especially considering the very life and death dangers out there.

“I thought maybe…”  His eyes scan the ground like he’d find the answer there.  “I thought maybe I was annoying you.  That’s…usually what I’m told.”

You tilt your head as you contemplate his words.  With the way he runs around, gets in people’s faces, and takes the lead you could see how that might annoy someone in normal circumstances.  Anger flares in your chest at the thought of someone calling Tav annoying, almost the same as you felt when you’d killed the Gur.  You tell yourself to calm down—there’s plenty of dead around to accidentally raise…

“Who told you that?” you ask.  Shadowheart?  Astarion?  

Tav thinks for a moment.  “Just people.”

You frown.  “You’re not annoying.  I’m not annoyed by you.  And I’m not mad anymore.”

Relief floods his face and he lights up.  He rushes you before you can stop him, wrapping his arms around your middle and lifting you off the ground in a bruising hug.  If you weren’t so bruised already, anyway.   Tav gives you a spin so you wrap your arms around his neck for stability.

When he completes another circle the bruises on your back are screaming.  You say, “Injured!  Still kinda hurt!”

Tav quickly lets you go.  “Right, sorry!”

Despite his words, he has a wide smile on his face.  You take careful breaths, debating on how to hobble back to your tent.  Maybe Scratch can drag you…

“I can help,” Tav announces.  He grabs your hand and pulls you into his tent in front of the statue of Selune.  He’s left a small lamp burning inside, giving the area a warm glow.  He’s as messy as one might expect, considering he fell off the ship without anything but his clothes.  But the bits and bobbles he’s picked up on the journey so far decorate the area, from dishware to colourful rocks to what appears to be a lineup of well-chewed balls stolen from Scratch.

Tav darts around the tent and shoves a few random items off of his bedroll, waving for you to lie down.  You sit as instructed while he rummages through a nearby bag.  When he finally finds what he’s searching for and holds a small tin in the air triumphantly.  He turns back to you, opening the and scooping out a blue gel.  “Take your shirt off.”

Your brow furrows.  “Pardon?”

“It’s a healing ointment,” he says, “it’ll numb the pain.”

“Oh, well…maybe just my back.”  You turn and lie on your stomach, lifting your tunic until your bruises show.  Shockingly, Tav is silent.  

The ointment is cold against your skin.  Tav is gentle as he rubs it in and announces when he’s done.  You lower your shirt and sit back up, the pain wonderfully numbed.

“What are you doing?” you ask.  Tav is sitting by you picking at under his nails, an attempt at getting the ointment from beneath those claws of his.  

“It’s hard to get,” he admits.  He holds his hands in front of his face as if that would help.  You laugh and grab one hand, forcing him to display it palm up.  The ointment is only stuck under the index and middle nails.  Internally you fluster at the size difference between you and the barbarian.  Whether you’re short or tall, petite or large, he’s a tiefling barbarian.  He’s bigger than everyone and it shows as you hold his hand.

You manage to scrape out what little ointment is left between his nails with one finger.

“There,” you say.  You let go of his hand but it hangs in the air.  Looking at the ointment on your own you tuck your hand beneath your shirt and rub it to the bruise on your hip, the pain fading immediately.  You look up at him to say your thanks but you find him staring at his own hand.  “Tav?”

Tav startles, lowering his hand and straightening his back.  Even in the dim light you can see his cheeks darken, though you’re not sure why he would be embarrassed about the skinship considering how easily he hugs people. 

Eventually he shows a small smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.  “Do you know what you’ll do when we reach Baldur’s Gate?”

You blink.  The question feels to come out of nowhere so you just shrug.  “I have no idea.  I guess try to find someone that knows me?  I still want to help you guys, even if it’s just getting cream out from your fingernails.”

You chuckle and scratch behind one ear.  Really that one action was the most useful you’ve been this entire journey.  When you look back at Tav there seems to be something he wants to say, but his mouth only opens and then closes.  He smiles again, fake as Astarion’s.  

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out,” he says.  His voice is quieter than you’ve ever heard.

“Oh, yeah.”  You bite the inside of your cheek.  You’ll figure it out.  Not we.  Just you.  “Um…I’ve said it a lot, but I feel like I haven’t…thank you for everything, Tav.  I’d definitely be dead if not for you, and if I somehow managed to survive I’d be totally lost and—and confused.  I mean I am confused still, but…you’re making it easier.”

Now you give him a smile, hoping the tears stinging at the corner of your eyes are hidden in the dim light.

But you don’t have to worry about your own tears because when you look up at the tiefling he’s the one crying.  It’s silent as the tears fall down his cheeks, eyes wide as they stay on your face.  “Really?”

“Yes? 

Tav lets out a long breath and closes his eyes.  You glance at his singed clothing and wonder if he’s hurt, but there’s no visible wound on him.  You remember moments earlier when he’d asked if you were mad at him, annoyed with him.  Had it weighed on him so much that you thanking him made him break down?  He’s a lot softer than you originally thought. 

You climb onto your knees, unsure of how to comfort him.  “You’re-uh-you’re really important to me Tav.  I’m…I’m sorry if I—”

Tav’s arms open and suddenly you’re engulfed by a hug.  Even his tail comes around to wrap around your back and pull you closer.  It would have been nice, were your own arms not trapped at your sides.  

The air is knocked from your lungs, but thankfully the ointment he’d applied keeps you from feeling too much pain.  He mumbles something into your shoulder, face buried and a horn poking at one ear.

“Tav?” you ask, voice strained. “I can’t hear you…or breathe.”

His grip loosens, but he keeps you there leaning awkwardly forward on your knees.  His forehead is still pressed against your shoulder, but he turns until it’s also against the curve of your neck.  The tent starts to feel way too hot, even without your coat. 

“I said thank you,” Tav tells you.

You aren’t given a chance to respond when the flap of the tent opens and Shadowheart pokes her head in.  “Not to interrupt, but we have a visitor.”

Tav lifts his head from your shoulder and you both turn your heads to look at the half-elf, and then past her. A new pit of anxiety settles in your stomach when you see who is there, and looking directly at you.

Withers.

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[what-the-fuck-khr]

what-the-fuck-khr’s most popular sky is tsunayoshi! he won with 38.6% out of 10 characters!

[indigosprite]

The girls won the poll !

Up first with home advantage is 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄 ☠️

I think her and aggretsuko can get along

[hyunpic]

[your-writer-beta-side-piece]

If you’re anything like me and thirsty AF for Sebastian Sallow (lord what have they done to me) then boy do I have the fic for you!

Purplesnot is beyond deserving of all of the love and attention and support and you’ll catch me in the comments gassing them up because they more than deserve it.

When I have the time I’m going to write a more coherent review for them! But I will say that it has been a real hot minute since I have read something that I liked this much. Purplesnot has a real gift with words and oh my word has some how managed to get me to like Sebastian even more than I did before! WHICH I DID NOT NEED BY THE WAY (but I also kinda did want it so…)!

If I didn’t have work I would rave for the next several paragraphs over how Purplesnot has managed to make me feel over one pg-13 kiss so far 😭, a touch to the knee, one boy who has fallen hard for our girl Evie (good lord I wish I was Evie right now), someone managed to make every thought and action Sebastian has wayyyy to sexy, and a gift to somehow make almost 22k words feel like 5 and leave you wanting more.

Please support this author who has worked their butt off and deserves some kudos and major love and support (seriously I need more chapters and more Sebastian fics! And, like, any real smut at all, but we’ll fight that battle when we get there 😭��😭😂)

What are you doing go read this fic!?! And then come and be giddy with me about how AMAZING IT IS and also commiserate about how there’s only three chapters!