#yes i did and it annoyed me

[venussaidso]

Law Of Assumption has got nothing to do with astrology. It is literally everyone's birthright, I don't care how shitty your birth chart looks like or what zodiac sign you are. Law Of Assumption is not unique to any specific 'star sign'.

[nina-scribbles]

Finally done with this piece for my 🪐🛸Space Au🚀🌌 !!!

+ some bonus closeups on details i really liked 💕

[jade-len]

i think it'd be funny if someone transmigrated as xin mo. the goddamn evil sword. instead of taking it seriously, they just really fucked around with bingge. and, somehow, ended up having the opposite effect of what it's supposedly rumored to do.

picture this: bingge, on the quest for revenge and power, comes across the almighty xin mo. this demonic sword killed everyone that dared to even try wielding it. and, the few who were lucky enough to have it by their side, eventually succumbed to the swords' will.

it is said that the sword is unlike any other, that it etches into your head and eats away your brain, until eventually it consumes you whole. it whispers, speaking in lust, greed, and hatred. it slowly beckons the wielder into giving in to the worst part of themselves and feeds off of pure sin. but to him, it is no matter; luo bingge will surely tame it.

and then he gets to the sword.

demonic qi practically oozes from xin mo. the aura surrounding it makes every part of luo bingge scream, "run; get away, away from that monster." his gut prods at him, begging bingge that this is probably a really bad idea. it's a little terrifying, how even luo bingge, the determined, vengeful demon, is now getting second thoughts about wielding xin mo from just being in its presence alone.

but luo bingge is too, a monster. so he ignores the screams of plea; pushing every thought of doubt in the back of his head, and tightly grips onto the handle. the world around him seems to spin and shake, tumble and crack, from the amount of force bingge needs to use in order to pull the sword of sin out of its place.

when bingge finally has it perfectly fit into the palms of his calloused hands, he hears whispering. he knows that the sword has accepted him as its new host.

the sword's language crawls up to him, as if it were feeling around his body and mind. checking every nook and cranny for it to settle into bingge's form, truly becoming one with the embodiment of sin. the words flow through his brain like a tragically broken guqin, a melody that holds him in a frighteningly familiar trance - all while simultaneously eating away at his brain in the worst ways possible, akin to a child and their favorite snack. it seems to beckon something, but even with luo bingge's impressive hearing, he cannot make out any words from the tone-deaf musical notes xin mo sings.

and then, it is clear. the land around him settles, and everything is still. xin mo itself seems to be.. content. at least, that is what luo bingge believes.

the language of this wretched sword reflects the state around these two monsters.

luo bingge expects it to demand for bloodshed, for the erotic ecstasy of multiple women, for bingge to steal the last of the finest gems of these horrible, vast lands.

instead, he hears this:

"yoooo damn that shit was crazy. did you see what i did there? man, you know, it feels so fucking good to get out of the dirt. hey, do you know if people can like, feed their swords or something? i'm kinda craving something spicy. we never know, in this wack world! wait, don't hold me like that, buddy. it'll make things real awkward."

but luo bingge is determined to get his revenge, so he puts up with the swords' constant rambling about.. whatever the hell it's thinking.

"wait, dude, did you seriously fuck a dying girl? that's wild. yeah, like i know she was dying but it doesn't sound like you wanted it. yo, listen to me, consent is very sexy."

"HAHA hey, dude, sir, man. you wanna play some 'i spy'? we don't have anything else to do. no? too bad, we're playing it. i spy a loser who doesn't wanna play i spy. hint: he's holding me right now."

"okay i know i'm supposed to be this super evil sword and beg to be used - woah that sounded real wrong - but can you at least clean me when you're done killing shit? if you don't, i'm gonna refuse to respond to you and you'll look like a dumbass trying to wield me."

"i can't hear you lalalalalalala you're not being very it girl right now lallalalaalalalla-"

somehow, this is worse than if xin mo was actually eating away at his brain.

weirdly enough though, as luo bingge starts spending more time with this weird ass, seemingly possessed sword, it starts to become more of a.. comfort to have it by his side than pure annoyance. he finds himself responding to it more, like, actually having full on conversations with it. it puts him at ease, wielding xin mo. the hatred doesn't consume him, instead, it seems to soothe the burning rage (and, admittedly, just replace it with small irritation) that holds onto his darkened heart.

xin mo is actually quite kind and caring, for a sword that's supposed represent and be the literal embodiment of sin. sure, it is a hassle to have it cooperate with him sometimes, and it does just ramble on and on about the most random things ever, not giving a single shit if bingge was in the middle of sleeping with maidens and slaying those who get in his way. for the first time, bingge feels so comfortable around something.

it's.. odd. what was supposed to be the turning point in his life, a big step in his plan for revenge, is now something akin to an... acquaintance. not like mobei-jun, or any of the women he's come across, but an actual, dare he say, friend.

sometimes, he finds himself thinking all of this delusional. is this what people were driven mad by? perhaps they simply could not handle dealing with a talking sword. he understands that xin mo was undoubtedly unbearable to be around at the beginning of their alliance, but it has never actually beckoned for blood, power, and sex. if anything, it does the opposite.

maybe he's the delusional one. maybe this is xin mo's way of getting to him.

maybe, xin mo should be considered a thing. the thought feels terribly laughable, as if he were witnessing a person horribly explain themselves. it also makes his teeth grind together in pure agitation.

"hey, you know, you didn't deserve any of the things they did. it wasn't your fault, binghe. the fact that you're half heavenly demon doesn't make you a monster, or any of that wild stuff.. uh, i'm here for you, okay? i know you don't really like talking about all of this or opening up, but i just want you to know that you can.. talk about it. it's not like i can tell anyone else, anyways.

hey- shit i didn't mean to make you cry! wait, wait it's okay to cry! you need to let it out anyways, i promise it doesn't make you weak. there, there. i don't have any hands, so me patting you on the head with my handle will have to do. there, there.. everything will be alright, you'll be okay. i'll be here every step of the way, even if you want to get rid of me."

xin mo, the demonic sword, is more of a person - a good person - than anyone he'd ever come across.

...and then bingge and the xin mo transmigrator become besties or he falls for the damn sword. knowing him, he probably doesn't even know the difference between platonic and romantic attraction anyways. maybe bingge gets a plant body for xin mo using airplane's wack writing. idk i typed all of this down in one sitting.

(plot twist: it's not that the transmigrator xin mo had the opposite effect, it was literally just a placebo effect. luo bingge thought that, and thus it actually did help him lmao)

[p4nishers]

there's something i need to say and yall can boo me for it but deep in my heart i'll always know i'm correct: crowley already forgave aziraphale. like already would take him back at one flutter of his eyelashes. that's all.

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

i... wrote a smol fic (っ´▽`*)っ

also!!!!! If you haven't seen it - shoutout to first ever published fic in Ninja Showdown/My Immortal Soul tags - Lustrous Red by @missadmyre !!!

[luimagines]

Falling for You

It wasn't exactly out of my comfort zone. I just meant I don't know if it's out of the comfort for most of my readers ^.^*

I had... arguably way too much fun writing that for Time. But you want Warrior? I will do my best... Mostly because I’m not entirely sure how to recreate that energy ^.^*

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Warrior was running.

He had received a report that you were injured and being currently tended to by the Traveler.

He was sprinting to find you and get to you. His heart was stuck in his throat, pounding to release itself for all that it was worth. Warrior would feel his lungs working overtime to make up for the strain that he was putting on them.

Warrior had to make it to the camp and get their quickly. He wasn’t entirely sure why he felt as panicked as he did. He struggled to gulp down the needed air to keep going. Surely, the others would have taken care of you, right?

He trips on a root and lands harshly on his chest, sliding a little on the dirt ground. The air is knocked out of his slightly but he refuses to slow down. Pushing himself back onto his feet, Warrior keeps running through the growth of the woods to make it to where he had last seen you.

Eventually, he makes it where the others are. They seem startled when he makes his appearance, taking in his no doubt dirtied and ruffled appearance.

You stand when he enters, looking over him just as much as he’s looking over you. “Warrior-”

“Where is it?” He coughs, steely eyed and dangerous. Warrior makes a direct path towards you. “What happened? Show me.”

You seems to shrink back somewhat. “Nothing major. I felt and cut my hand on a rock.”

You show him your hands. Warrior should have had more faith in the others but he can’t help himself. Your hands are indeed wrapped up securely in bandages. He can see a little bit of pink peaking behind the lower layers. The cut must have been bad.

He takes your hands in his. “How did you manage this?”

“Well you know me.” You say quietly, still on edge with how Warrior had charged at you like a raging bull. “Accident prone klutz.”

“Stop it.” He scolds gently. Warrior rubs his thumbs over your knuckles, mentally taking in the quality of the bandages and the way they’re wrapped around you. The cut must be on your palms. It must be pretty for the amount of layers they had to put it. It would have been a heavy hit.

You probably fell forward and tried to catch yourself on your hands. The rock must have had a rough edge that cut into your hands when your weight landed on them. He sighs. Stiches may or may not be a possibility, but he can’t tell. Warrior shakes his head. “You’re not a klutz. You just have bad luck.”

Warrior doesn’t want to put your hands down. Idiot, he thinks lovingly. How is it that you’re the only one this seems to happen to? You’re going to have to take it easy for a while. You won’t be able to use your hands until they’ve healed. You’re going to need help. He’s going to have to step more.

“What happened to you?” You whisper, having succumbed to his quiet contemplation. 

“Fell.” He answers simply. Then he chuckles. Warrior hadn’t meant to echo your same excuse. Maybe he should calm down a little more. He relaxes his shoulders and his stance. “I heard you got hurt and came running. I tripped and virtually fell flat on my face. I’m fine though.”

“You’re covered in mud.” You point out, taking a hand out of his hold and using the back of it to clean his face from the dirt he’s marred on his cheek.

He catches your hand gently, stopping you. “Don’t. These need to stay clean.”

“Too late.” You say, moving your hand to clean up his face anyway. “You’ve already touched them with your muddy hands.”

He looks at his hands in an instant. You’re right. He looks down finally at the front of his chest as well. Warrior is in shock. He must have slid through a puddle when he initially tripped. He is covered in mud from the front of his chest all the way down to his shins. “....oh... That would explain the looks.”

You snort at his words before a beat passes, then dissolve into giggles. You deflate slightly and gently bump your head against his collar bone, just missing his shoulder plate and the mud that’s now stained his tunic.

“That’s... not going to come out easy.” He sighs, looking at the mess he’s in. At least they’re due for laundry soon anyway. Maybe he should get that started.

You try, and fail, to bite back your amused grin. “Do you need help?”

“Don’t even think about it.” Warrior pokes your forehead. “Clean those hands as clean as you can and away from water for the time being. If those bandages get wet, it not going to be good for you.”

You stick your tongue out at him playfully and Warrior feels himself relax a little more. “Promise me?”

You don’t look as amused as he feels. “...I promise.”

Warrior takes your hand one more time and kisses your knuckles. “Please try to stay out of trouble in the mean time.”

“No promises.”

[aychama]

Betrayal.

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This was originally going to be silly but then I decided to listen to @bamsara ‘s trod au playlist and everything changed

[krazieka2]

some tee-hee funny Engage stuff from twitter

[cheekylittlepupp]

Divinity | human warlock

I finally bit the bullet and made a human tav...

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 267

Danny is rather incensed, but it’s absolutely nothing compared to Tucker and Sam. 

Not only are they children, again, despite being ready for freaking college (which he had worked so hard throughout the summer, what with his grades thanks to ghosts) literal hours before, but they’re also in a completely new place.

And now they’re toddlers! Toddlers! Two or three at most! It’s horrible, they’re all so tiny and clumsy and practically none of their powers work and-

Is that a dragon? 

There is now a dragon sniffing at them which is heavily concerning. Um, hey, please don’t eat them? Pretty please? They will growl and bite at you- oh Ancients that’s a lot of dragons. 

[siryyeet]

Oh you have complicated feelings towards Germany? Let me make 91836373 assumptions about it with my piss poor understanding of history, not listen to germans at all and then come to a horrendously bad and false conclusion on why that is! Also I think you germans should stop feeling guilty and be proud of your country again!

[lavenderjewels]

thanks choso from jujutsu kaisen

[d1sc01nf3rn0]

I'm seeing a lot of people with neurodivergency, specially under the autism spectrum say that "Laios is annoying, never shuts up, is insensitive, and I can't stand him"; and the irony is not lost on me lmao.

[uncanny-tranny]

Big reminder that your country is not immune to bigotry. I've seen so many people, for example, pretend like antisemitism doesn't exist in the USA because we were part of the allied forces in WWII (of course, they conveniently don't remember that we rejected jewish refugees when WWII broke out and we only really joined because Pearl Harbor was bombed, but I digress).

If you think your country is immune from antisemitism, racism (including anti-Indigenous racism), class issues, ableism, whatever else it may be, look deeper because you will find it.

[keiksy-cake]

Hetalia Poll Results Pt 1: Character Whose House You'd Like To Visit

Finished this one super quickly! Thanks again to the donator who requested! 🥰

As promised, here are the other results for now that I may or may not get to:

Character Who You'd Want To Be Your Boss: Germany (Hima's recc: Germany)

Character Who Would Make The Best Friend: Japan (Hima's recc: Italy)

Character Who You'd Like To Eat With: Italy (Hima's recc: France)

(These next few ones are just by Hima I think)

Whose House You Should Visit: Singapore

Who Would Be A Great Host: India

...Be A Popular Youtuber: America

...Be A Popular Comedian: Spain

...Be The Heaviest Drinker: Russia

...Have Light Feet: Wy

It's also my birthday today so I would appreciate any thanks in the form of happy bday messages ❤️

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[Please note, I’m actually an amateur in Japanese and have to use various resources and translation machines to help me. If you notice a possible mistake or want clarification, please bring it up to me *politely* and not aggressively or hostile.]

[seyaryminamoto]

Fic-to-Art #39: Gladiator's ELEVENTH Anniversary! (+ BONUS: Fic-to-Art #36...)

And here we are! March 26th arrived and I did not forget about it, but I paid for my ambitious madness with my wrist and forearm. Somehow, I finished my intended pieces on time, but I do not advise that you ever try to make 9 artworks in 3 days. No, sir. Bad life decisions, that's what that was... but this fic, as anyone knows, moves me to do things I never thought possible, starting with writing the fic itself!

It's really crazy every time it hits me that I've been doing this for as long as I have. It's been a complicated, chaotic journey, with its many ups and downs, but ultimately, it has been our journey. For some people, this is just one more fic in the pile: for me, it's been the best adventure of my life so far. Everyone who has ever been touched by Gladiator, who has ever cherished this story, who's looking forward to the big conclusion, who wants to see how the chaotic war is going to end... you're all part of this crazy adventure along with me, and I can only thank you for joining me.

This year, I had no time to make as big a project as I usually go for. Thus, I did a sort of free-for-all edition of Fic-to-Art over at Patreon and challenged myself to draw as many scenes as I could, out of their suggestions. I even sprinkled in a few scenes I impulsively wanted to draw because I loved writing them or because I look forward to writing them... and this is the result!

In order, the scenes are as follow:

Sokka combing Azula's hair, a common occurrence throughout the story.

Azula watching over a convalescing Sokka in the Chase of Jeong Jeong arc.

The outcome of Sokka's final battle in the Superior Gladiator League, namely a moment where Sokka and Azula more or less gave away their relationship's true nature to the public by raising their hands towards each other...

And now, spoiler territory! Some were by my choice, some by Patreon requests:

An important moment shortly after Sokka and Azula reunite.

Azula confronting her father, with a LOT of backup.

Xin Long's long-awaited freedom.

The aftermath of the final battle.

The full-blown confirmation of their relationship to the general Fire Nation populace.

Sokka, Azula and Hotaru's first night together

And the big final one is ACTUALLY Fic-to-Art #36 but hahaha woops I didn't post it here on time because it was super hard to finish since I had a LOT of things going on... but here it is now! :'D it's a glimpse VERY far into the future of this fic's timeline!

Alright, that should be enough talking and explaining. Some things are vague, some things aren't, but ultimately I really hope you guys will be looking forward to the scenes you haven't seen yet, and to Gladiator's eventual outcome.

So now... with all this being said and done, I'm gonna go take a trip down memory lane and watch my Tenth Anniversary video once more! Feel free to do the same thing if you'd like to commemorate the fic, I think it's a good way to experience Gladiator all over again, hahaha.

Thank you if you read all this, and if you read all THAT: 5 million word landmark, here we come! Thanks for hanging out with me across ELEVEN years of Gladiator!