#this was in my drafts for so long whoops

[sakitenmaenjoyer]

lost memories au (working title) has been in my head for a bit now, yipee. basically:

- like how most white day aus go, tsukasa and rui were on opposing sides. tsukasa was a knight with akito and mizuki, rui was an imperial soldier with toya and saki.

- white day trio had been trying to track down rui for a long time. he'd been causing a lot of trouble (so much so that even toya was concerned...)

- they didn't want to kill him, but they wanted to catch him

- ....to drain his magic. rui was a powerful mage; he had other skills of course, but they knew they'd have an easier time subduing him if he couldn't even do a basic spell

-they also knew rui's behavior might not have been his own. the dark magic had turned him into a twisted caricature of himself. the plan was to take away his magic.....then his memories. it was unethical, but...anything to being their friend back

- the day comes and yay, it's tsukasa who gets to fight rui! the battle is brutal, but tsukasa manages to knock rui out long enough to start the magic draining spell

- ...it's not pretty. the draining spell is, uh, painful for the person getting drained. tsukasa feels like a piece of shit but continues

- some fuckshit happens. rui manages to try and 'cancel' the spell, tsukasa decides he can't let him. rui freaks, tsukasa freaks, spells are thrown, spells go haywire-

-and then all of sudden, they're on a beach and some girl is trying to help them

[itsmespicaa]

The way I literally lost my mind when I saw them in the movie omg...after 40 years, my beloved twins are finally back together 😭🫶💖

(I spent like a good chunk of rewatches just trying to spot every single appearances of them HAHAHA- OTL i hope we DO get a sequel and when we do, hopefully the twins will be there too :"D)

[forbiddentaako]

more monochrome practice I suppose

[starkittnd93]

1, 5, 13, and 23 for the isat ask game!!!!!!!!!

1. Favorite character?

5. If you were in the loops, what would you do?

I’d do the exact opposite of what Siffrin did at first, I think. I’d try talking to my friends about it for the first few loops, but then eventually give up on that like 20 loops in because they’d keep forgetting anyway so-

13. Favorite line?

Aaaa this question had me going through all of my game screenshots because there’s so many good ones!

If I really HAVE to pick one, then…

I just find it really nice how the game ends with Siffrin, who is self-hating and, basically being *really nice* to themself…

Also, some honorable mentions…

C:

23. How long would you be in the loops for?

A LONG TIME. I’d keep dying to sadnesses first of all-

And considering how I kept forgetting what I was supposed to be doing/where things were when I first played the game, I’d have to keep looping back to Loop numerous times for reminders on where to go … it’d probably take me like 300 loops or something-

[m1d-45]

Let it be known that I love writing fluff, and I listen to character audios sometimes. SO! I came up with a cute idea for sagau imposter au. I heard somewhere that Xiao's adeptus form is a bird, so I wonder, what kind of bird? And that got me thinking. Xiao being a little song bird, or perhaps even a cardinal.

Now imagine: while looking for the imposter, Xiao stumbles upon them sitting beneath a tree, just feeding some birds. Said birds are absolutely loving the attention since the creator of Teyvat is giving them food and love!

Xiao watches, rather curious. The creator he knows hates birds, because they always dive and cause problems for them. But now... these little birds have completely abandoned any fear they may hold for human beings, happily landing on the hands and shoulders of this supposed imposter.

So he decides to test something.

Xiao turns into a small bird and approaches cautiously. In his smaller form, he's vulnerable to attack. But the person before him doesn't try to hurt him. Rather, they smile and call him "little friend" as they offer food to him. In his distrust, he bites them with his sharp beak.

His heart shatters when he sees divine blood spilling from the wound.

He's about to fly away, get as far away from here as he can. He found the true creator, and instead of worshipping them, he bit them! He caused them to bleed, he shouldn't even be near them-!

His mind stills when they pet his feathered head.

They murmur kind words to him, apologizing to him. They believed that they had startled him, that he bit to protect himself. They forgave him, they felt no hatred towards him, no anger or disappointment. Instead, they offered some chopped almonds, hoping he'd prefer that over bird seed.

He sang for them as he perched on their shoulder.

After that, he did his best to secretly protect the creator he'd harmed. He would adopt his smaller form and sing for them when they felt sad, and he'd use his human form to guard them from a distance. Yes, it made his chest ache whenever they looked at him with fear when they saw his more human form, but the yaksha only shook it off. It only made sense that you'd be scared. He was a frightening person, one that had tried to harm you before. He refused to try and change your feelings towards him. He didn't have the right.

He would be content to sing for you as a harmless bird.

-sibling anon (sorry if this is out of character for him I just like the idea)

oh….. he’s so soft…..

xiao hovering near the edge of the crowd, at first, drawing your attention since he doesn’t seem to be eating any of the seed you’d passed out.

when he finally hops within arms reach, you reach to nudge some of the food next to him closer, only to quickly whip your hand back. the birds around (on) you all flutter at the sudden movement, but you inspect your finger, the blue blood of teyvat welling up. your instinct is to stick it in your mouth, but that doesn’t seem safe considering a bird bit it, so you dab at it with a napkin.

the bird cries and flaps his wings, distraught, and your heart hurts. poor guy, you probably scared him, moving so quickly.

you pull out some chopped almonds from your pocket. the plan was to have them as a snack, but now… you put a few in your palm and close your hand around it, reaching forward to gently run two fingers over the birds back.

the other birds in the area seemed receptive to that, and this one does too, calming down considerably.

you take your hand back, opening your palm to drop the almonds on the floor, nudging them close before backing off.

“there you go,” you murmur, as the bird dips down to inspect the food. “i won’t hurt you.”

you allow yourself a silent cheer when it eats one of the almond pieces.

you see the small bird fluttering around you often, always on the edge of your vision. it’s easy to identify, the purple patch of feathers on its forehead easily standing out, and you’re always certain to push some food over to it. almonds, not birdseed.

the bird is a dark blue-teal, the underside of its wings a softer blue. it’s like no other bird you’ve seen in liyue, something that quickly catches your attention.

you brush some dirt off you as you stand, noting the way the bird immediately looks up from its food, unlike the others, to flap up into the tree you were sitting under.

you crack a smile, carefully reaching a finger for it. you’re slower this time, cautious of its skittish nature, but it lets you approach. when you carefully pet over its head, the birds eyes close.

your smile grows, and you try not to laugh at how confused the bird seems when you pull your hand away.

“i have to go,” you explain. “the millelith… they’re getting too close again. i won’t be able to see you again, little friend.”

the bird chirps, nearly indignant, and you do laugh this time. putting a small piece of almond on the branch in front of it, you wave goodbye to the other birds, seeing the blue one hadn’t touched the almond.

you frown. hopefully it’ll be alright….

xiao watches you until you’re out of sight, and even then, he stays on the branch.

you…. he’d forgotten you were being hunted by the millelith. he’d forgotten the order to look out for you. he’d forgotten the qixing called you a criminal.

who could blame him? it was easy to forget everything at your side, when you carefully ran your fingers over his feathers, scratching at his jaw with the edge of your nail. yes, he was vulnerable as a bird, but it was easy to be vulnerable with you. it was easy to be open, to sing as best he could in this form, to allow himself close enough to see the way your eyes lit up whenever another bird landed on your outstretched finger.

xiao dropped to the ground, morphing back into his human form. predictably, the birds cawed and flew away quickly. he watched them go, his mind contrasting it with how readily they flocked to you.

you…

he turned to the branch he was on, to the small almond piece left behind. the small symbol of your care, of how you recognized that he didn’t touch the birdseed and instead offered him your own food to eat. normally he wouldn’t lower himself to eating off the ground at all, let along bird food, but almonds weren’t awful and you seemed so happy when he ate..

xiao looked back to where you’d gone, to the sandbearer trees swaying in a soft wind.

he allowed his form to fall away and spread his wings, taking flight on the same breeze that urged you along.

perhaps he’d forget his orders for a little while longer, if it meant he could spend that time with you.

perhaps he’d forget his orders for a little longer, if it meant he’d get to spend that time with you.

[mci-writing]

Warmth (Midoriya Izuku x Reader)

Warnings: Obsessiveness (near the end), implied major character death, reanimated corpse (it’s Deku), necromancy, Deku is the equivalent of Frankenstein’s monster kinda, a little ooc, mentions of pain, descriptions of skin burning (not exactly but yeah idk how to explain it)

Kofi

Viridian irises glance over the form laid before them, a longing sigh passing through chapped lips and landing on deaf ears. Fingers, cold to the touch and tinted blue from lack of flowing blood and oxygen, slide across the small expanse of exposed (s/t) skin, the thumb stopping just under a closed left eye and softly, lovingly, tenderly rubbing the area. It leaves the warmest goosebumps, so warm it should ache, dulling once the contact is distanced.

Whispers of ‘patience’ sound through the air, chilling down to the bone and causing him to pull away out of instinct. The reactions of those around him tell him that they aren’t really there, but he can’t help his response after being told such for so long. For so achingly long.

“Deku-kun,” He feels himself straighten at the voice beside him, a hand setting itself at the small of his back. The thumb rubs small, circles in an attempt to soothe his worrying, “If you keep tugging at your lip like that, you’ll rip it off.”

He becomes self-aware of his habit after his companion points it out, cheeks warming as he quickly lets it go. He wets his lips with his tongue after, teeth grazing over the bottom one as they pop out. He’s unable to stop the awkward chuckle that follows or the way his eyes flit from those around him to the body on the table.

“I’m sure (L/n)-San wouldn’t mind reattaching it once they wake, Uraraka-San,” Todoroki stands near the door, his eyes never straining from beyond the frame as he speaks to them. It’s hard to miss his tense demeanor from where they’re placed, one of his fangs pointing past his lips.

Izuku feels himself sweat at that, a wobbly smile forming on his face as he brings his full attention back to the other members of their group. The best he can manage out is a small “T-Thanks, Todoroki-San” as his hand connects with (Y/n)’s and laces his fingers through theirs.

Silence fills the room again after that. Midoriya can hear his heart racing and feel (Y/n)’s faint pulse. They pump in tandem together, like always. Yet, it does nothing to ease his fears. He knows that spell they cast was powerful, but they’ve been out for a few days now. The only reassurances he’s received of them still being alive was the small noises they’d make as they rested, the way their hand tightly holds his each time he holds it, and the addictive burn he receives with each touch to their skin.

The book of necromancy did say that some spells would be harder to cast for users with less experience, but Midoriya didn’t realize that translated to needing to rest for so long to regain the little strength of power (Y/n) knew how to use. He would’ve tried harder to suggest something else for their escape.

“Oi, Deku!” The rough voice of his childhood friend wakes him from his thoughts, his thumb and forefinger making themselves known on his lips as they tightly squeeze from the small jump he makes. He’s being side-eyed by shades of crimson, but not many would catch the soft worry behind them, “Me n Shitty Hair’s got the ship waiting at the dock. Cargo truck’s outside.”

Emerald eyes meet the fiery shades, an understanding spoken between them that only their little bubble could process. Without a beat, Bakugou comes forward and lifts the end of the slab they're laying across and Todoroki is quick to grab the other end. They load it into the cargo truck's trunk, careful to ensure they're strapped down in the back before Todoroki hops out. Midoriya watches on, eyes longing for the warmth he’s just lost.

~~~~~

The car only holds four people, debatably three if you wanted to argue whether or not Midoriya could still be counted as human in his current form. He was undead, that much he could confirm from the way his body had been stitched together and the ice cold feeling of his skin when he wasn’t within a certain proximity of (Y/n). He was something like Frankenstein, but the context seemed less science fiction and more fantasy. He had no clue why he had been brought back to life, just that he had been. (Y/n) and Kacchan always avoided the question when he’d ask how he’d died.

That’s another thing, it’s always the three of them. Even now, only Kacchan and (Y/n) were going to board the boat with him. Kirishima was only here to take them there and back.

His gaze pans away from the passing scenery outside to the body pressed against his. His cheeks warm as bright a red as they possibly can at the proximity, yet he can’t force himself to move away from the burning sensation of their skin touching. It hurts in the nicest way possible, making him feel way more alive than he thought possible. It’s why he thought he had just woken from a long sleep instead of immediately thinking he’d come back to life, the warmth too comforting for him to question anything at the time. Both of his companions joked about it being out of character for him.

He takes in the low rise of their chest and the serene look of their face. It’s one of the very few times he hasn’t seen them worried out of their mind since being brought back to life. He’s tried not to keep count of their smiles, one of his favorite aspects about them. If with their lips held in a neutral shape, he’s fighting the urge to kiss them until they swell.

He feels himself warm more at the repeated thought of laying a kiss on their unconscious form. He should be ashamed, but he’s been wanting to be intimate with them for a while now. It’s gotten so bad he gets a little jealous when he catches them and Kacchan away from him, whispering between themselves in a bubble of their own that he feels he won’t fit in.

That thought sours his feelings a little, especially when he knows he could never take them from Kacchan and he could never take Kacchan from them. The idea of them moving forward without him, leaving him out, and further pushing him away from the picture he'd perfectly fit in before his current state, gives him a deep pit feeling in his chest that he doesn't enjoy dwelling on for too long.

But right here… Right now…? He could just give them a quick peck and pretend it didn’t happen. No one would know… Unless they woke up from it or something…

He weighs his options, emerald eyes measuring and tracing the outlines of your lips. He has vivid memories of the one time he managed to get a kiss from them, in the dead of night when the only witnesses aside from themselves were the twinkling constellations. He doesn't remember how long ago it was, but he can perfectly picture the sight of them shyly smiling, their face warm, and (e/c) eyes dilated like a super moon. Their lips fit perfectly against his, slated and locked like they were meant to be attached for eternity, and delectably soft like fresh baked goods straight from the oven. He'd press his lips against them as much as he possibly could, suffocate against them even.

The cons would be them waking and beating the shit out of him... Or Kacchan catching him and beating the shit out of him...

Midoriya leans forward, hand burning as he cups their cheek. He rubs his thumb against their skin as his lips finally meet theirs again. It feels like home, his lips feverishly sucking against the plump flesh like he'll never be able to do so again.

He pulls away once he realizes he's being too greedy, too desperate. He sucks in a deep breath, the butterflies rising to his chest as his heart pounds against his ribcage. He can feel the warm honeydew in his cheeks, worsening when his eyes dart up and meet a certain pair of crimson ones. They stare at one another for a moment, but Midoriya can't read what Bakugou is thinking at all. Bakugou sends him a small smile, or something close to it. His lips quirk upward on one side before he turns back to the road. Kirishima is talking about something, but he's obviously not paying attention.

"'Zuku?" The soft call of his name has him looking down, meeting the dazed stare of (Y/n). They're still relatively exhausted from their overuse of magic, a bit of light missing from their pupils. They press their cheek into his hand, the bags under their eyes heavy, "Are we... heading there?"

"We're going to the dock right now, (Y/n). Kacchan's in the front seat and Kirishima's driving us there," Midoriya informs them, voice low as to not cause them any discomfort. He knows they typically suffer from headaches after too much use of their necromancy abilities, "I'm sure you should be able to rest a bit longer-"

"No, no," They begin to sit up, getting a grip on his shoulder and using it to push themselves up. They let go and force themselves to sit up on their knees, getting in a position where they can easily look out the window, "I have to check that... we're not... Not being..."

Their voice trails off as they grab their head, another splintering headache racking their body from the sudden movement. Midoriya is quick to grab hold of them, leaning their body against his. Gravity lays them back across his lap, their face pressing into the fabric of his shirt while they close their eyes. Out of instinct, he presses his fingers against the nape of their neck, slowly sliding them upwards to press at various spots in the back of their head.

"No one's following us, (Y/n). We made sure of that..." He murmurs, pushing their hair out of their eyes. His hand eases down the side of their face, fingers hooking under their chin and pushing it up so they can see him better, "Get your rest."

"Izuku...," They stare at him for a moment, different emotions flashing through their (e/c) eyes. One of their hands reaches up for his cheek, the flesh feeling as if it'll catch on fire at any moment. They pull away too quickly for his liking, the same stricken look reaching their eyes like every other time they touch him and they're reminded of their afflictions. He's heard them apologize to him in the late hours before.

With little thought, he grabs their hand and presses it back to his flesh. He feels just a little closer to being human again at the touch. He nuzzles into their hold, keeping eye contact with them and watching the confliction beyond their irises. He doesn't care about the way his body screams to flinch away from the heat, pressing more into it as opposed to as opposed to running from it. He tightens his hold when he feels them try to tug away from him.

“Izuku, stop. You’re hurting yourself-,”

"No, it's okay," He responds too quickly, leaning into their touch. He presses his ear to their chest, listening to the steady beating of their heart and the movement of their breathing in their chest. The heat isn't as excruciating, simmering to an addictive warmth adjacent to bodies entangled in a hug. It crawls over his skin and wraps around him like a blanket, "Everything is okay..."

He never wants to leave from (Y/n)'s hold, (Y/n)'s warmth, ever again. He doesn't know how he could ever live without it, especially not now when the cold is even colder than before...

[mxescargot]

everyone shut up and look at these alternate hairstyles for the sleepless domain characters

art credit to cubewatermelon/mary cagle! (who i dont wanna tag in this ;-;)

[deaneverafter]

When I say living in my head ✨ rent free ✨

I love how reassuring and gentle Beau is with Jenny, and the way he lingers 🥺🥰♥️

Jensen Ackles as Beau Arlen and Katheryn Winnick as Jenny Hoyt, Big Sky

[tellusd20]

Dev Journal 4: Technology Level

Previous Development Journal: Points of Departure. I originally meant for this to be a longer development journal entry but kept running into writer’s block issues, culminating in sitting in my drafts for almost a year. So this will be a quick summary on the world of Tellus and its general level of technological achievement. As with all worldbuilding, these draft ideas go through iterations and will evolve over time. Tellus is largely comparable to that of Earth in the 1830s, though it is not a complete equivalent; in some areas its more advanced, in other areas it lags behind OTL. Development is not equal across all regions and continents. Industry & Agriculture

Early factories exist but not in great number, most production is artisanal or conducted in workshops of varying size. Cities are cramped, polluted domains because environmental protections are largely nonexistent, but the smog-choked urban hellscapes of the latter 19th century don't exist yet. The urban/rural population divide still greatly favors rural regions; farming has little mechanization available and is quite labor intensive. Change is coming but it hasn't arrived yet.

Shipping

Nautical technology runs ahead of the 1830s average due to geopolitics and strategic needs of the major powers. Sail is giving way to steam; though not widespread yet, conversions to steam and purpose-built hulls are increasingly common. Ships of the line are still the mainstay capital force of every major navy, but the wartime invention of the ironclad has sparked a new arms race and raised tensions among the great powers.

Transportation

Trains are in their infancy, mostly existing to connect mines and factories to shipping hubs. Rail networks as we would think of them do not exist, though the major powers are becoming aware of their economic and military potential. 

Air travel effectively does not exist, outside of perhaps a few unique magical conveyances. Tamed wyverns, giant eagles, and other large flying creatures are sometimes utilized as aerial couriers, but are mostly limited to military needs.

Communication

Magical methods of communication such as Sending are available for those with the ability or financial means, but most important governmental communications are transmitted by semaphore networks and couriers. Tall semaphore towers are a common sight in any developed nation, transmitting messages by signal flag. A semaphore line with well trained station operators and good weather can transmit a message across hundreds of miles in minutes.

These networks are typically owned and operated by their respective states, and most transmission capacity is devoted to enabling the administration of empire, though periods of low traffic may be utilized by private or commercial interests for an appropriate fee. For everyone else, messages and parcels are shipped to their destination by state mail services or private couriers. Reliability, speed, and expense varies by country, region, and even locality.

Interaction with Magic

In terms of authorial intent, I wanted very much to avoid the tired "magic vs technology" trope, and also to avoid the concept of "magitech". This is a world where magic exists and always has, where it's a tangible force of nature that can be harnessed and utilized like any other resource, provided one has the right tools and aptitude. For such a society, magic is no different from any other resource, just one that requires specialized methods or abilities to access, and which functions according to its own natural laws. At the same time, the practice of magic is also governed by economic and social realities, ranging from scarcity of spell components to constraints on education.

To give some examples, farmers would practice all sorts of folk magic with a wide range of efficacy to do things such as ward off disease from their herds, boost crop yield, etc. A navy with a high budget may bind fire elementals to the steam engines of its newfangled ironclads, justifying the expenseby pointings to the  financial and tonnage savings of otherwise carrying sufficient coal. The practical application of magic is like anything else, a way to save on cost, labor, and difficulty. I’ll write more about that in the future though.

[galacticlamps]

six weeks is not too late to respond to a tag game, yeah?

anyway thanks for tagging me/perpetually putting up with my tardiness @the--highlanders

1. Do this uquiz.

2. Do this picrew.

3. Tag people.

...yeah I'm just gonna go ahead and disagree with that one, not least of which bc there are at least 5-7 others off the bat that sound more fitting but whatever

I shall tag: @seismologically-silly @terryfphanatics @queen-boudicca & anybody else who might wanna do this

[platinumaspiration]

What are your must have hairs to have in game?

mine 😅🤡

for clay hair, anything by @applewatersugar @hazelpuff @miniculesim. @rascalcurious and @brandinotbroke also have nice hair conversions

As far as individual hairstyles.... I honestly couldn't tell you. I am kind of on an EA kick right now so the only custom hair I haven't thrown out of my DL folder are a few by the people above + my daylifesims hair conversions lol

[ioannemos]

6, 28, 35

What is your darkest fear about writing?

idk, i guess... that it'll never matter? i am filled with existential dread about lots of things but not writing lol i only write for myself at this point bc i like. never finish anything, so i've gotten used to writing what sparks joy and letting stories go that no longer spark joy

Who is the most delightful character you’ve ever written? Why?

delightful is not a word i would use for most of my characters, so this is a tough one haha... i guess if we interpret 'delightful' as 'i enjoy thinking about,' prooobably muninn bc i have developed him from the absolute barest scraps of canon? i also like writing greg from csi bc he's so positive despite the tragic backstory i've given him 😁

What’s your favorite writing rule to smash into smithereens?

idk if they're rules exactly but i use lots of run-on sentences... and adverbs. you will pry adverbs from my cold, dead hands

[yeyayeya]

I have lost the inspiration of writing the Scárthur fic I’ve been trying to write for the last 2 weeks. Now watch me try to write the 30 day prompts and lose inspiration for that and go back and forth between them

Writing is so fun :)

[0tul1ss]

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[fuckmeyer]

hello!! I just read the last CN chapter (for like, the 5th(?) time) and ahhhh it has me filled with so many emotions. The world building, the relationships, the consequences starting to come to fruition, the set up for eclipse!!! I will probably continuing reading it many a time just to continue filling my mind with it. truly, it makes me happy. I am dying to have one question answered: what happened with the drawing that Bella made for Edward? He says he didn’t pack before, so was it left there? how did he react to seeing it again? thank you for being amazing, and I hope you have a spectacular day!!! (p.s. I am the anon who sent you the immaculate hot cross buns vibes. I am glad you enjoyed it bc I nearly shrieked when I saw it.)

omg the Notorious H.C.B. anon, welcome back!! love seeing familiar anons in the inbox & not just bc i get to come up with a nickname :) so happy you love the fic & that it makes you happy aksdjflsdkj!!!!! knowing someone returns to your work is one of the best compliments & greatest joys about writing, thank you thank you thank you so much for being here!!! appreciate your time :)

funny you ask about this specific thing bc i've thought about it A Lot. sadly, i don't think i'll ever find a place for this lil detail

what happened with the drawing that Bella made for Edward?

he has it. he took it out of the frame & folded it into a tiny paper swan & carried it around with him everywhere. it serves as a reminder that she's alive & human & he can't go back home. (if he goes back he kills her. & then the little swan must die per the law of the cranes. lol)

if he left the drawing behind...

he would have stared at it. for hours. probably why he took so long to pack tbh

[rosesradio]

update on the fic:

the time for me is half past eleven, and i have finished the fic with a final word count of 22,310 words.

however, it's very late and i need a fresh set of eyes for editing (it's not a quick grammer scan, this thing needs revisions i'm so serious lmao). so i'm going to keep it in the drafts for right now and try to post it tomorrow.

sorry to anyone who wanted to read it, & i'm happy you do, but trust me--i want to post it when it's at what i consider a good quality for my readers. gn you guys <3