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i like to think there is a real chance Akechi could have met Ren before the plot of the game.

i don’t know what the foster care system looks like in Japan, but let’s say, for the sake of argument, it has the same set up as in the US: kid is dropped off with nothing but a backpack and a name. foster parents can raise them, nurture them, help them heal…or send them away again.

what if Akechi was bounced around, traveling all over Japan for a while? what if, for a bit, he entered this small town. it’s quiet, peaceful, summertime. right between semesters. it’s his third or fourth or fifth home (he’s stopped counting at this point). but the parent seem nice enough, so he tries to settle. there’s at least a nice park nearby for him to read.

so, he spends his days there, nose buried in a book. he ignores the other children (he won’t be here long enough to make friends), but occasionally glances up as tweens his age wander through the park. they’re loud, obnoxious, and rowdy, but Akechi can’t help but watch. there’s something mesmerizing about their friendship. it tugs at his heart (even if he chooses to smash it down).

but this one boy catches his eye. shaggy black hair. gray eyes. quiet, but loud enough. his smile, his laugh…they’re something. something radiant. everything Akechi longs for.

he continues to watch the boy and his friends, studying them as the days go by. watching them play games, ride bikes, drink sodas. one day, another boy stops by and asks to play. the black-haired boy welcomes him with open arms, and they play for hours.

they even made eye contact once, as silly as that sounds. Akechi had glance up from his book at the exact moment the black-haired boy looked at him. they held each others gaze for a long time, unblinking. the black-haired boy smiled at him, and Akechi resolved that this week would finally be the week he tried to make a friend.

but pawns needn’t have friends, and so Goro Akechi was shoved in the back of his caseworkers car the next day.

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I cannot get over the fact that Xie Lian was like, “Yeah, I ascended and that was nice and all but you know what’s actually nice? Scrap collecting. Scrap collecting’s way cooler.”

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Attack for @waywardstation of their amazing Husk!Ingo AU! I’ve been meaning to draw some fanart of this AU for a while so ArtFight served as a good excuse ^_^

Closeups under the cut!

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A scene from my SI!Sukuna fic: Heavy Is The Head That Wears The Crown—

Excerpt from Ch. 3

"Oh? Have you seen the Demon?" Uraume is looking at him and he wants to say No, wants to lie but– it's them, he doesn't really want to lie to them. "I think I'm the Imaginary Demon you're looking for."

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Happy wangxian!

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Dreaming awake

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senkuuu ⭐

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haha you're cute *lowpolys your danmei*

i've been fighting for my life trying to learn 3d for gamedev purposes (i'm losing) and this is my most complicated model and rig as of yet

tbh i'm very proud of myself for making this but good lord, 3d modeling is such a miserable form of art. Interesting, yes, quite rewarding too, but the moment you look away everything fucking explodes. i have a chicken that's already running around in my game but then i opened the blender file to show it to my friend and the chicken literally imploded on itself. idk what happened between exporting it and literally nothing else but yeah, 3d is fun

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I couldn't resist also doing the Lesbian!Jiuyuan from this poll 😭

[ID: A Scum Villain Drawing. Fem!Shen Yuan has long black hair and dressed in light green and teal hanfu, that is lowcut on her chest. Her hair is primarily loose, with a small bun held by a golden butterfly hairpin. The top part of her robes has bamboo and lotus imagery. Her sleeves are tied up by green ribbons. She has small circular glasses and red eyeliner under her eyes. She smiles brightly at the viewer with her eyes closed, one hand slightly raised at her chest. She happily exclaims "Shijie!" The bottom half has Fem!SJ!Shen Qingqiu hiding the lower half of her face with her fan, looking towards SY with a very obviously enamored expression. She is dressed in primarily dark green robes with slight bamboo detailing. She has an earring reminiscent of her fans. She has sharp red eyeliner under her eyes. A caption next to her fan says "*fanning aggressively*" as she responds to SY "mhm..." End ID]

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📚 INTRODUCING 🖋️

Leblanc’s Lending Library: A Shuakeshu Anthology

We are an upcoming for-charity zine dedicated to writers in the Shuakeshu fandom.

🖋️ Interest Check open until 8/31!

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2 mini-comics about notable locations in wei wuxian's life that I made some time ago

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this is you and me, and me and you, until there's nothing left

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the phantom ruby can produce mind-boggling effects

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you’re in the break room when senku appears on the news. he comes on stage to receive his nobel prize, cameras flashing all around as he shakes the event organizer’s hand and steps to the podium to give his speech. short, curt and to the point.

he was flown over to sweden just two days ago, and the night before that he had been complaining to you about not wanting to go. he couldn’t care less for these kinds of theatrics. he doesn’t dedicate his entire life to win a prize, much less a trophy that would collect dust in his office. you managed to convince him that it was mostly the world’s way of celebrating his discovery. after all, harnessing new healing properties from the medusa stone was not an easy feat. he deserves the recognition for his hard work.

you sip at your bitter coffee to forget his frown- to forget that he said, by that logic, you should be on that stage with him instead-

“he finally won it.” your colleague says beside you, her head also craned up to the tv mounted on the wall. “ah, i’m jealous. i want my name in history books too.”

“if it makes you feel any better, he doesn’t really care about the fame.”

“no, it doesn’t.” her face scrunches. “still, i kinda expected him to win the prize sooner. wasn’t he in charge of like, major projects? UN level of importance?”

you give a half shrug, staring into your coffee mug as you aimlessly swirl what’s left of your drink around. “ishigami never really picks stuff up in order of importance. or more like, anything he works on is important enough to him. he just so happens to contribute a lot to society when he gets to work on something he likes.”

your colleague hums in understanding, watching the tv a few seconds longer before her eyes drag to you. there’s a special glint in them you’re all too familiar with.

“you know dr. ishigami very well.” she starts and her smile is in her voice, brows wiggling. “you two get along well too.”

“do we now?” you sip at your coffee almost dismissively.

she bumps your shoulder with your own. “duh. it’s like you two have your own little world going on. ever thought about dating him?”

“god, no. i swore off work relationships long ago.” you check your watch and put your mug in the sink. “it’s already bad enough he’s my ex.”

her eyes grow so wide you almost think they’ll pop right out of their sockets.

“you dated dr ishigami?!”

at that you let out a ghost of a laugh. “we were married for 2 years. he’s my ex husband.”

you give your colleague a polite parting smile and leave the break room before she can recover from such a bombshell of a revelation.

you don’t really mind that she’s shocked, or the fact that this will probably spread like wildfire in the lab. it was never really a “secret” you and senku planned to keep quiet about, it was simply something that never came up in conversations and never changed much in your lives. if anything really, you hoped people knowing will make them feel too awkward to call you mrs ishigami as a joke anymore, worried that they’ve been offending you by using your previous last name.

you feel your phone buzz in your lab coat so you fish it out, already knowing who it is. it still doesn’t stop the smile on your face when you see the picture senku sent you.

it’s a selfie. he’s tongue is sticking out, as impassive as he looked on tv, and he’s holding a velvet box with the nobel prize medal by the side of his head.

senku: one more heap of junk for the collection

you huff a little. he never changes, does he?

you: congratulations

senku: so dry

you: i thought you didn’t care

senku: take me out to dinner as celebration when i come back. i want steak

you: fat chance

senku: hey you’re talking to a nobel prize winner here

you entertain his texts during your short walk back to your desk. you’re sure he’ll ask where’s the best place to put his new medal when he comes back in a few days. you always had a better eye for decoration than he did anyway.

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uuudgdsfdh hopefully a print for otakuthon

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"Even with phantom power and ludicrous speed,"

"I cant run because betrayal wont come from my enemies."