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[unlimitedbutchworks]

ultimately you have to remember that complaining about "4chan white trans women who are bigoted and so and so" is almost entirely pointless for any purpose aside from raising transmisogynistic sentiments in observers. this specter of an evil tranny is constantly looming despite the individuals being rare and often total shut ins, and people expect transfems to take this shit seriously and be constantly swearing off association with """bad people""". these people, when they do exist, by and large lack the power to actually do anything with their beliefs; obviously if they do it sucks but this idea that there are trans women ~getting away with it~ and that all transfem communities allow and hide this behavior is blatantly transmisogynistic in addition to often being completely imagined! its insane to act like you have to choose between resisting white supremacy and resisting transmisogyny, and yet, people wind up continually portraying it as this

[alithographica]

y'all wanted pvp enabled on tumblr, I think that's exactly what this awful new note preview feature is because it's really making me want to fight people

[thedeviljudges]

just finished love between fairy and devil and yall i got SO much to say 😭 what a good watch

if this fandom has good fic please lemme know some recs bc im dying 😭

[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.

[lezbfrenz]

[my-divine-comedy]

No

[imwritesometimes]

this website sure seems to be full of people telling other people to kill themselves for a place that also likes to masquerade as a place of accepting, destigmatizing, and learning about mental health and taking it seriously ✌️

[abysskeeper]

More Tav ghost stories :)

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“Intruder.”

The word echoed around them, reverberating with a warning growl. The voice was soft though, feminine but cold. The shadows recoiled momentarily at the sound, only to churn more violently and then surge around them like a wave. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw some underbrush move, but when he turned his full attention to watch the space, nothing remained.

It only furthered the feeling he was being stalked, that he was some, stand-in prey for a being he did not know.

“Here is where Twilight stands. Here is where darkness upends.”

Gale froze, the near-whispered words caressing over his cheeks with the force of a winter wind.

The bushes in front of them rustled, and he could only stare as a large, black canine emerged to stand before them, ear back and fangs bared. In front of him, Shadowheart twitched and started shrinking back, only to be stopped and reassured by Halsin placing a hand on the small of her back. In front of all of them, Trick stood. He could not see her face, but a shudder wracked her small frame.

She did not move.

“Here is the last star’s dimming light. A blessing fading, fading, fading into this unyielding night.”

It was the wolf speaking, just like their little ghost story, but the longer his awestruck gaze lingered on the creature, the more he realized this was nothing natural. The beast was larger than expected for a typical wolf, and while it was as black as the darkness around them, with every step forward, its fur glittered impossibly with light from all directions, like the stars in the night sky they had lost when they stepped foot in these lands.

Gold lines crossed down the left side of its face and neck as well, some scars crossing over an unnaturally golden eye…just like her.

The wolf crept forward, hunched over and slavering jaws open to bare its fangs in threat.

“Who are you to dare tread in this artificial Elysium?”

Its final words rang in the air, one extra line that neither Trick nor Halsin mentioned when discussing this ghost story turned reality. Slowly, Gale glanced from Shadowheart and Halsin—the druid still keeping the cleric from running—towards Karlach, who was standing and staring at the scene playing out in front of them just as dumbstruck as he was. His eyes crawled back towards Trick, still standing there. She had crossed her arms now, and another tremble shook her as she stared at the wolf.

Carefully, one hand came down in appeasement and she approached. “Death at last, Death at last,” she called back softly, voice laced with insurmountable emotion, somewhere between on the verge of tears of grief and joyous laughter. “Returned to attend such sweet, eternal requiem.”

Gale’s breath hitched as she spoke. He hadn’t noticed it at first, likely because the voice that threatened them was cold. It was firm and unyielding, and Trick had always been…warm. When she spoke, it was either with the warmth of a friend and kind soul or the impassioned belief of someone resolute in their ideals. But the voices…the cadence and the tone…they were undeniably the same.

He barely remembered to breathe when Trick dropped to her knees before the wolf, the creature immediately falling out of its threat display, and pressed her hands to its face. It turned, nuzzling into her touch, and it was seeing them side by side together that he realized those golden markings on the beast were not merely like her scars. They were a perfect reflection of one another, as if they were two halves of a whole that was violently ripped apart, which was impossible…

…wasn’t it?

Words rang out around them, but they were incomprehensible Druidic. Trick gave a response he shouldn’t have understood, but the parasite squirmed behind his eye and a translation whispered in the back of his mind. “You, who I once was.”

They weren’t supposed to hear that, that much was obvious by the emotional wave that slammed into him that did not originate in his heart. In her state, Trick was losing grip on the control over her tadpole, and he tried to disregard what he had just heard, but his own confusion made it impossible. He was trying, desperately, to put together the puzzle that was unfolding in front of him, but every gap he filled only revealed a worse picture that made his heart sink further into his stomach.

“’A friend of death, and I do claim safe passage in this quiet Requiem.’ That was supposed to be the proper response for everyone else,” Halsin muttered, as if that added any clarity and context to what was happening before them. “Despite the harrowing nature of this place, we wished it to be a safe passage for those traversing these lands,” he said on a sigh, gaze focused on Trick and the wolf, “In the early days, we didn’t realize it was impossible to make it this far into the Curse with all of your mental faculties intact.”

“And what is this, exactly?” Karlach asked. Gale’s gaze flickered to her in solidarity, equally confused, before they both looked at Halsin, awaiting an answer.

The druid let out another, heavy sigh. “A grave, technically,” he answered and motioned behind them, “A tragedy in these lands not spoken of. A tragedy barely known.”

Gale hesitated for a long while, something in his subconscious making him incredibly reticent to turn and observe what Halsin was referring to. Reluctantly, he finally turned towards where the light was coming from. A druid’s staff was stuck in the center of the clearing, casting its light over the area and illuminating dozens upon dozens of bodies resting around it.

“Gods…” He barely recognized his own voice, the word escaping him without thought.

His blood turned to ice churning in his veins as he catalogued the bodies—druids, every one of them. And he could have been convinced they were trapped in some sort of long-lasting sleep spell with how well-preserved and peaceful they all appeared, if not for the blood that soaked the grounds beneath them, as fresh as they day it was spilled presumably a hundred years ago.

“Fuck, soldier…” Karlach gaped, at just as much of a loss as he felt, her attention switching between the field of bodies and Trick. The cleric had turned towards them both, but her head was bowed, eyes focused on the ground. “What is this?” Karlach asked again.

“This…”

Trick faltered immediately, pausing as her throat worked around a rough swallow. Gale noticed how her voice crackled on that one word, how her eyes glittered and her jaw clenched after it started trembling. She glanced up at them before turning, casting her gaze out over the clearing of bodies. “…This is all that remains of the druidic Circle of Twilight.”

Where Twilight stands and darkness upends. Where one last star flickers and fades into the night. His heart lurched with the confirmation.

Herself included…

That part remained unspoken, but it was as clear as day. Trick was what remained of her former Circle. She was the only thing that remained, by the looks of it.

He had always thought it incredibly odd, if not somewhat ironic, how haunted the Kelemvorite appeared at times. Now he viciously understood. The ghosts she chased were the very same ones that walked behind her in the whispers of her shadow. This was a tragedy compounded and swallowing itself, one she could not escape.

[match-your-steps]

forget my coworkers never noticing the version of funkytown I had on my playlist was the 8-minute one. I've been feeding them vocaloid music for like two years and I honestly think they may not be aware

[mistressemmedi]

I think tumblr should let us have free reign with how we customize our blog and posts on mobile. And I'm not talking about ✨ aesthetic✨. Let me saturate people's phones with obnoxious Blingee sparkles. MySpace circa 2008 but like... Ten times worse. Every man for themselves.

[capybaraonabicycle]

I made a starry uquiz to share my love for Vincent and the wonderful music of the Starry Musical!

Look at some art with me, choose some aesthetics, talk to me about Vincent and get tricked into watching a scene from Doctor Who :)

I am sorry I only included like half of the songs and I'm very sorry if your favourite is not among them. The problem is that all songs from Starry are my favourites and I had to make a choice somewhere.

[mechahero]

THRIVING SO HARD RIGHT NOW (dollmaker link)

[cowardstiel]

i think it should be mandatory that everyone watch The Social Dilemma at least once every six months

[voluptuarian]

the amount of horny I'm seeing over the ghoul in this new Fallout show is giving me faith in it. This is like, the coalmine canary but good. If a show is successfully providing one half of what a Fallout experience should be, wild ghoul-thirst is Exactly what I should be seeing.

[bird-bureau]

The eversource ad is making this app fucking unusable

[jouska-the-deer]

(Spoilers for the Sonic Frontiers Update 3 Trailer)

You know it's been a while since the trailer dropped, and I haven't seen anyone notice the fact the Sonic's eyes turn cyan when he gets the max ring bonus, which makes Super Sonic's eyes going cyan interesting, implying that he's at max rings despite the form usually consuming them.

Now, since I highly doubt Sonic's just gonna be all "woohoo infinite super form", especially with the eerie red aura stuff that happened when he transformed the second time, I have a little bit of speculation to share: Sonic will be at max rings through the fight because cyber corruption will take max life instead of rings, forcing him to beat the boss before his max life depletes and the corruption consumes him completely.

Now I might be completely off base. I'll admit, I haven't played much of the second update nor Frontiers in a good while, but IDK. That sounds like a cool fight idea if it's the case.