#lil tiger and the void

[noose-lion]

The soukoku dynamic is that of a small but aggressive dog and the cat that always perches just just out of reach taunting it.

#chuuya would be a mutt #like no one knows what kind of dog he is #a lil but of everything #but his lack of pedigree sucks because hes so gorgeous and he'd do great in dog shows #and dazai would be this long ass fluffy but mangy cat that someone found in a dumpster #younger me had a specual interest in animal's #its still there #lurking in my mind #makes me have cursed tiger hesdcans about Atsushi #i know to much #my stuff #screaming into the void #and the void screams back #bsd #bungou stray dogs #soukoku #bungou gay dogs #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #bsd chuuya #chuuya nakahara #chuuya supremacy #bsd headcanon #soukoku headcanons

[awkwardosthe3rd]

I love that animation of the tiger and fox ocs that you have for DnD! What are the two characters names? I wanna learn everything I can about them omg :0

Awe, thank you kindly!! ;; I will do my best to answer, pardon if any of this is confusing, I am a bit sleepy- /// Big ramble ahead, for I cherish this opportunity The tiger is actually not one, but based on a fishing cat, though I can see how the very broad face can be a bit confusing! Otherwise I have also drawn the fox with an actual tiger fella, but he is not the one featured in the animation. <:

The cat, lovingly going by the name of Vodnik, belongs to my friend, as far as I understand (given his backstory is partly kept secret from me) he is a retired pirate, now fisher, whose a bit grumpy toward the world and wizards (Because they are elitist?). Additionally big ol' communist, tho the pirate part may have already suggested that.

Adding this lovely height chart done by @rema-rin to show the characters, with her wizard being the lanky blue nerd to the right.

The fox, named Mishka, is my lil thief, accursed fey of sorts who eats shiny things, because she has some form of pocket dimension in her gullet. The DM very charitably granted me this infinite vault, knowing that my character would never let go of a single object that goes into it, so at this point they could have a dragons treasure in there and still refuse to spare a single copper coin. If its shiny, it goes down the hatch.

The two met up in the wilderness, because she wanted to eat the scales off of the fish that Vodnik caught. Because Mishka is so short, she was originally mistaken as a lost child, but no, she is just an adult discount fey in her late 20s that will crawl on all fours and chew on toxic metals with no second thought behind it, because her brain is made for consumption, not for the laws of nature. Vodnik remains as grumpy as ever, but has seemingly grown somewhat empathetic toward Mishka, supporting her little "fill the void with tiny shiny things" without quite knowing the full extent of it. He's been a big Mishka apologist. She would eat the stars if nobody stopped her, she got huge klepto itches for anything reflective enough to catch her attention.

And for reference, the animation in question for those who looked thru this and were wondering:

#dnd rambles #rambles #big post #oc posting #art dump #dnd art #dnd

[ex-mortis-evie]

So I’ve got a fun game we could play, dear. How about it?

If you win, I’ll tell you a deep secret.

Though if I win, you have to tell me one of yours too.

Deal?

Sweet.

Simple game then, let’s do a…staring contest.

Oh, how would I do that through text?

Easy, tiger.

You can imagine my eyes already.

I know you’ve been thinking about them lately anyways.

That emerald green shine.

How they bask in the light.

And how they draw your entire world.

Or so I’ve been told.

Those eyes.

Pretty, right?

I doubt you’ll mind staring into them for a little contest, right?

Glad to hear it, tiger.

Because as you imagine my eyes right there in front of you, it’s just so easy to stare into their emerald void.

After all, that’s the name of the game.

You wanna win, so you keep staring.

Though, there’s also that deep part of you.

The deep part that wants to lose.

And it wants to keep staring, too.

So it’s just so easy to stare, since both sides of you want to.

You may find yourself getting a bit tired staring, and that’s perfectly alright, sweetie.

A blink or two wouldn’t hurt.

Don’t worry, I won’t notice it if you slip up for just a second.

After all, you wanna win, right?

I knew you’d still have some fight, tiger.

Just keep staring and try not to blink too much.

Don’t wanna give yourself away, right?

Oh, what do I mean by that?

Just that you’re starting to slip for me.

Each blink’s bringing you deeper into that sleepy lil’ state you love so much.

It’s alright if you just wanna slip, sweetie.

I won’t notice if you blink a few more times.

I won’t notice if your eyes flutter and roll a bit.

I won’t notice you slipping for me.

You won’t lose if you do, you’ll just feel so much better.

After all, you’ll still have those eyes locked right in mine, right tiger?

So then, we shouldn’t have a problem.

Besides, you’re already so deeply trapped in this loop.

Between keeping those eyes open and letting them flutter for me.

It makes you quite adorable, if you ask me.

Wanting to fight it off yet wanting so very deeply to submit.

The best part is that I’ve already won, sweetie.

No, I don’t mean because you blinked.

I mean because I already know your deep secret.

I know what you want.

What you need.

And that’s to drop for me and go so very deep.

Right, sweetie?

That’s it, maybe you should just drop for me.

Maybe it would feel better to lose than to win.

After all, I already know your secret.

No need to keep fighting me off, tiger.

Just drop and let those eyes flutter for me.

I wanna see them rolling back and going so deep for me.

See how good it feels when you lose?

Maybe we should play another game…

#hypnosis #brainwashing #mind conditioning #mind control #brain drain #hypnotism #hypnotized #covert hypnosis #hypnok1nk #hypnodom

[whysojiminimnida]

It's... A SUN. Everyone Act Surprised. And—

JeiKei got his lil 7. With a crossbar. Like someone else's lil 7 with a crossbar. Funny how these things work out. I like the placement, too.

BUT OH HEY ALSO we got these pics!! I knew it you knew it we all knew it THAT IS A SUN and it’s gorgeous.

And you know he had to give the artist permission to post. Timing, kids, is everything.

I really wanna shout out to @kkhluvsbts for snagging me these pics, thank you a million you're amazing!

SO you wanna know what I think? I think that, based on recent events and that very queer-coded interview of Jimin's, this focus on solo work is not a bad thing. It really might be coming two years late, but I think it was necessary now. That closet can't stay shut forever. I'm not saying this is a statement or anything but SHUT UP YES I AM LOOK AT THIS SUN AND MOON DUO

And by the waaaaayyyy.... I don't think we've talked enough about that tattoo Jungkook covered up. The photo below was literally in a magazine article about how Jungkook's tattoo was "related to V". UM NO. If it ever was about Taehyung (it wasn't, it's a Korean symbol) it's long gone now. Which you'd think would make a dent in the delusion but it won't, you watch. I'll publish my mail about it maybe.

Of course these are the same people who don't think a touched-up JM means anything and are still screaming into the void about why JeiKei didn't out Jimin's tattoo on VLive (For the last time he did not forget. He just doesn't tell Jimin's stories for him, it's healthy. Try it.)

I think that JeiKei took enough toadlickker crap about that tiger that he decided to LET PEOPLE KNOW ONCE AND FOR ALL. I think Jimin is in on it, DUH, but I also think it's helped to repair his and Tae's friendship. Tae's a good guy to have on your side, but it was never like that with these two. Wait'll you see how he acts with Wooga Squad.

I MEAN HOW MANY WAYS DO WE NEED TO SEE IT

Honestly? I would not be surprised if the man has "Property of 박지민" on his ass.

#jungkook #jimin #jungkook tattoos #jungkook tattoo #jungkook's sun #jimin's moons #jimin's tattoos #sun and moon duo #yeah he covered that tiger up #jikook #jungkookie wildin again #how many ways you want them to say it #the jeon parks #jeon parks jeonparking again #must be 2022 at the jeon park household #jikook is real #kookmin #minkook #minggukie supremacy #thanks @kkhluvsbts #my moots are the best moots #fight me

[master-of-stupidity]

A lil thing I did!! Ft. @clown-kade @legogeek33 @void-onlooker @diamondlight301 @morroswaterbucket @/Starkipp @/Tsunami the Tiger @/TmntBeth and @/RavenFlight!!

Hope y'all like em!!

#lego #fursona #persona #original art

[eternallyother]

inbox check? hate to b that guy im just curious tho ignore if you want !!!! thanks

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Side note. Currently all the mods have been occupied with IRL things. Mod Wave has recently had finals, Mod Angel has been dealing with work, etc. Requests will be completed slowly, so please be patient. Any requests that have 2 formats or 2 kintypes per request will only have one kintype/format selected. As per usual, any requests made after our inbox close will be automatically denied, although questions are fine. Just keep in mind that questions will be answered at mod discretion.

#mod angel #inbox check #housekeeping

[altheadajoysoul]

Daiko, you're extremely cute and i wish to pet you🥺 (Will he purr if I rub his tummy? :3)

But we all should admit, that Nerion is hot, as hell🌡️ (got it, huh? he's kind of a demon😆)

Dw, I promise he's flattered, he just has a superiority complex LMAO

Also dw, you guys don't have to make more tk asks for Nerion, there's already 12 of em, im not kidding HSJFHSKFH

((NSFW & BLANK/AGELESS BLOGS PLEASE DNI))

#although it will take me a bit to answer all those asks in one go since I need to catch up with homework rq 👁👁💦 #my art #my ocs #Canvas Void #Daiko Torabito #Nerion Zelophead #I DIDNT FORGET THEIR FACE MARKINGS THIS TIME I SWEAAAARRRRR 😭😭😭😭⚰⚰⚰ #and yes. Daiko does purr but he usually keeps it in unless its someone he's close with #so in your case he would be holding in his purrs and pretending to be unfazed LMAO #i love my silly lil tsundere tiger boy <3

[catxsnow]

BELIEVE IN YOU G.L.

Request: Could u do a gar imagine where gar loses control and kills someone and the reader is the only one to come to his defence when the rest of the titans start acting differently around him. I feel like gar needs a hype man bc he's constantly second guessing himself.

Warning: mentions of blood, death, fluff, gar being a lil cutie as he does

A/N: I don’t really have anything to say so I guess I hope you guys had a good day/will have a good day. 

Word count: 3.2k

If there was one person in this world that you would trust with you life, it was Gar Logan. Gar was the kindest, sweetest person you had ever met in you life. He never failed to make you smile and he continuously showed just how resourceful he could be. There was never a time that he would give up, especially when it came to protecting his friends.

Gar never failed to to make sure that his friends knew that he was there for them. Whether it was out on a mission, or within the tower, he was there. When Rachel needed comfort, he was there. When Jason needed someone to talk to, he was there. When you needed a shoulder to cry on, he was there.

So when Gar lost control protecting you and his teammates, things changed. All Gar ever wanted to do was keep the people he cared about safe. He was still under the affects of what Cadmus had done to him, and keeping his tiger under control was far harder than it ever had been. He never wanted to hurt people, and yet he had no choice.

The mission Dick had you guys on was supposed to be an easy one. Something that just you and Gar could handle. Things had gone bad, fast. There were far more men there than expected and the two of you couldn't handle all of them on you own. A bullet passed through your suit and into your side. It was just a graze, but it was enough to slow you down.

Gar had no choice but to shift into the tiger if either of you wanted to make it out alive. While he had, he also didn't realize the lack of control that he had as well. When he saw one of the men try to grab you and shove you into their car, he had completely lost all sense of what was right and wrong.

The man that held you was mauled beyond repair. Those who hadn't already been taken down, were long gone. Gar, as the tiger, stood over the man. He hadn't looked at you, but the second his green fur was covered in blood, you weren't sure if you wanted him to notice you.

Finally, he shifted back into himself, realizing what he had done. Blood dripped down his chin, covering his neck and chest. His hands too were dripping with another man's blood. Gar finally looked over at you, petrified that all he would see in your eye is fear. You knew him well enough that this wasn't his fault.

The wound you had caused far too much blood loss and you were starting to sway on your feet. He needed to get you back to the tower, but he also feared of what the others would think.

He was right to worry too.

When you had arrived back at the tower, Dick and the others surrounded you with worry. They tended to your wound immediately, but as soon as you were patched up, all attention was on him. Gar had to explain that he had killed a man saving you.

Surprisingly, it was Dick that had taken it the worse. He had killed many people in his days as Robin, he had no right to yell at Gar for doing so. Not when he barely had control, Cadmus had done this to him, it wasn't like he wanted to do it. Yet, he was still yelled at for killing an innocent man. Even if he wasn't innocent at all.

When Dick stormed off in anger, Gar was the one that reminded by your side. You were passed out from being so weak, but Gar was just happy to see you alive. He grasped your hand in his and pressed them against his forehead.

Tears of shame and anger shed. He hated that Dick was mad at him for something he couldn't control. It wasn't like he had intentions on killing that man, it was the last thing that he wanted to do. He was already haunted by the others, he didn't need another on his list. Gar was furious at himself for losing control again.

But when he saw you getting taken, he couldn't stop himself. You were the person that was always on his side, he couldn't lose you. The tears got worse and worse until suddenly he was sobbing with dread. He had killed someone, that wasn't something that he could just take back.

The blood on his skin was dried up and he was acutely aware of just how disgusting he felt. Gar ripped his hand away from yours and bolted out of the room. He needed to shower, he needed to get rid of every trace that he had ever lost control.

It felt like hours that he was under the water, scrubbing away every drop of blood until his skin was raw. What would you think of him when you awoke? That was his biggest concern. Dick had already made his argument, and by the looks of it, Kori and Rachel were on his side. Jason would be too if he was still around.

Reluctantly, Gar turned the shower off and stepped out. A towel was wrapped around his waist as he sprawled out on his bed. The door to his room was open just ajar, but he couldn't get the motivation to get up and close it. That night wasn't suppose to have this turnout at all.

The creak of his door opening wider caused him to force his eyes shut, he didn't want to hear another lecture from Dick. "I heard you the first time, Dick."

"Didn't hear it from me." Gar's eyes popped open and he jumped up in his bed. You were standing in his door way, leaning against the frame. You skin looked pale from the blood loss and he could see your hands shaking.

"You shouldn't be out of bed," Gar scolded. He joined you at your side a swung your arm over his shoulder as he walked you his bed to sit. You winced as you sat, which didn't go unnoticed by him. It should have been him that got that bullet, not you. Things would have turned out completely different.

"Had to see if you were okay," You shrugged. Gar sat beside you. He didn't notice that his hands were also shaking until he saw them next to yours. You reached out to grab it, stopping the both of you. "Whatever Dick told you, he's a hypocrite for saying it. He's hurt a lot more people than you ever have, and ever will."

"He's not wrong though," Gar sighed. "I lost control. What if I had gone after you next? What if there were more people there? Innocent people?"

"Sleep, Gar," you finally spoke after a long pause of silence. You couldn't deny that for a split second, you worried that you were next. Gar would never hurt you, but the people at Cadmus? That was a different story. Your hesitance spoke loud and clear to him: you feared him.

You stood up from the edge of the bed, pausing at his side to kiss the top of his head. Gar leaned into your touch, soaking up every ounce that he surely wouldn't get again. How many more of these accidents would it take for him to be kicked off the team? How many more until no one trusted him again?

As badly as he wanted to avoid sleep and the nightmares that would follow, he couldn't stop the black void from taking over.

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Gar noticed the difference with everyone in the tower by the next morning. Dick refused to acknowledge that he was even in the same room. Rachel avoided his gaze, she never thought he would be able to pull what he had. Even Kori had trouble sparking a conversation with him. You were the only one to send smiles his way.

The entire day, he moped around the tower, sticking to his room as much as possible. This treatment that everyone was giving him couldn't last wrong, right? He knew that he had made a mistake and he was doing his best to correct it. But how do you fix something that can't come back?

That night at dinner, you had missed the presence of Gar at the table. It had been quiet since Jason left, you didn't think it could get any worse - but without Gar, it had.

You found yourself tossing and turning for hours in bed that night. Your wound still flared up in pain at every movement and would for a while. There was no way that you were going to be able to sleep, and you were sure the boy in the next room couldn't either. That was how you found yourself knocking at his door at three in the morning.

You stood there for several moments, wondering if he was sleeping or even if you had awoken him. Just as you were about to leave, the door creaked open and the small amount of light coming from the hall lit Gar up. He was in his boxers, but eyes wide awake.

"Figured you couldn't sleep either," you told him of your prediction. Gar opened his door wider for you to step in.

"Why'd you come here?" Gar asked. He sat down on the edge of his bed. His sheets were all messed up and you knew that he had the same problem of not being able to stay still. You hadn’t talked to him much that day which led him to believe that you had the same judgement of him as your teammates. 

"Because last time I couldn't sleep you came to my room and slept next to me so I could," you reminded him. It had only been a few months ago, but it felt like years. Nightmares plagued your for weeks on end before Gar finally offered you some sort of solution. You never expected it to work, but you had slept like a baby that night.

Gar huffed out a breath of air as a half smile graced his face. It was the first sign of any happiness you had seen from him all day. Gar remembered that night vividly. He could remember your scream of horror as you woke up from you nightmare and running into your room to see if you were okay. It was a simple gesture of seeing if you wanted him to stay, but you had never been more grateful.

"Did you come here for me, or for you?" Gar asked, finally meeting your eye since you came in.

"Mutual benefit," you shrugged. "It's just an offer, I can leave if you want to be alone." Gar's heart rate rose at your counter-offer. He didn't want you to leave, not when you were the only person that seemed to still trust him.

"Stay," Gar decided. You nodded, crawling into his bed as he turned off the light by his bed. Small cracks of light from the city penetrated his blinds just enough so that you could see the outlines of his face. The two of you laid side by side and quietness over took once more. "Thank you."

"You mean more to me than you know, Gar."

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You woke up to an empty bed and a sore side in the morning. Gar was gone and if it wasn't for you being in his room, there would have been no sign that you had even slept in the same bed.

The bandage that covered your side was shaded red and you knew that you must have popped a stitch sometime in the night. Whether it was before or after you got to Gar's room, it needed to be fixed. So, you left the warmth of Gar's bed as his scent lingered on your skin. You had no idea where he could have gone to, but you had a more pressing matter at the moment.

The door to the med bay was propped open as you stripped your side of the bandage. Blood covered your stitches and it was evident as to wear you had tore them. After washing it down, you braced yourself for the pain that would come with doing a quick stitch on yourself.

It didn't take long to fix what you had torn, but it wasn't a pleasant experience. Your eyes burned with tears as you held them back. As soon as you were done, you put a new bandage on and covered it back up with your shirt. No one needed to know that you had torn them, there was no need to cause worry.

"Where were you last night?"

"Fuck! Rachel! Don't do that," You scolded, hand over your heart to get it to stop racing from the surprise. She was sitting at the kitchen table with her feet propped up and a bowl of cereal in her hand. A coy smile was on her face, curious as to what you had been up to. "I was here."

"Your door was open all night and you weren't in your room," She continued on with a mouth full of food. "Did you just come from the med bay?"

"Yes," you rolled your eyes at her curiosity. "I had a few stitches rip, not a big deal." Maybe if you ignored her first question, she wouldn't push on with it. Thankfully, that was the case. Rachel didn't try to stop you again as you headed back to your room.

Although sleeping next to Gar once again had helped you sleep, exhaustion still wore you out. You worried about his connection with the others. Dick wasn't pleased about Gar's actions and you weren't sure if he would ever change his mind about it. Truth be told, you thought that he was just a little scared of Gar.

As kind-hearted as he was, he was powerful. Losing control like that, but against everyone would be devastating. Although you understood Dick's concern, he wasn't taking it well. 

You knew it too when you heard him and Kori talking about Gar.

Finally, when Dick's harsh words got to be too much, you had swung your door open with anger written on your face. He had no right to be saying that Gar was a lose screw to the team or that he was unsure if he belonged there anymore. Not after everything that he had done - what Kori had done too.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Your chest huffed up and down with frustration. "You're the team leader, Dick. You shouldn't be shunning Gar for his mistakes you should be helping him through them! Don't you think that he fucking regrets what he did? He didn't have control! You know what Cadmus did to him and you're not even considering the lasting effects!

"And you have no right to judge for accidentally killing someone when you've killed so many on purpose. If you wanna keep up at this self-proclaimed leader bullshit, then you better step up to the fucking plate because right now you're being an inconsiderate asshole.

"I would have died if Gar hadn't done anything. If you wanna kick him off this little merry band of heroes you have going on, then count me out too."

"(Y/N)!" Dick called after you as you walked away from all of them. You didn't turn back, but simply raised your middle finger at him. You might have been harsh to Dick about the truth of his actions, but he needed to hear it. Nothing frustrated you more than Dick not realizing how much of a hypocrite he was being.

The door to your room slammed with so much force that it rattled the walls. Dick clearly wasn't expecting an outburst from you - if anything he thought you would have been on his side. You were the one there, you saw just how vicious he could be when he didn't have control. Out of everyone there, you were the only to stay by his side.

Someone knocked at your door as you angrily paced around. "If you're here to talk, Dick, I don't want to hear it," You yelled. The door cracked open and you nearly slammed it back close until you saw the tuft of green hair peak through. "Gar," your voice softened. He slipped into your room and closed the door behind him.

Without having time to say anything, Gar had thrown himself into your arms with his head tucked into the crook of your neck. You didn't hesitate to hug him back. "Where were you this morning?" You quietly asked. He had heard everything you had said for him, but you didn't wish to talk about that at the moment.

"Woke up early, decided to go clear my head," Gar mumbled into your skin. Though he had slept better with you by his side, it still wasn't enough. But hearing you argue against Dick for him? That meant more to him than you could ever imagine. He never would be able to stand up for himself like that, and you had done it without thinking twice.

Gar woke up that morning with you in his arms. That hadn't happened the last time that you had slept with him, but it was a comforting change. The smile on your face as you slept warmed his heart like never before - you had never looked so peaceful before.

Reluctantly, he pulled away from you. You could see the exhaustion written on his face from his previous nights. Gar didn't deserve this, he was the last person in this tower to deserve something like this to happen. Your hand reached up to his cheek, thumb swiping away the tears that he didn't seem to notice.

"Thank you," Gar trembled. His eyes were red and his whole body seemed to shake with anxiety. "For having my back, I know it's not easy standing up to the people you care about."

"I care about you, Gar. It's easy to stand up for the people that you care about, no matter who it's against," You assured him. "This wasn't your fault, no matter what Dick says. I know you, I know in your heart that you would never mean to do something like that. I believe in you, more than you know."

"You mean more to me than you'll ever know," Gar repeated your words from the other night. It was the truth, you meant everything to him. He wished that he could express how much he truly cared for you - just as you wanted for him.

"Stay with me tonight?" You asked. Truth be told you didn't want to let Gar out of your sight. You didn't want Dick to try and lecture him again, and you certainly didn't want anyone to spoil this better mood you got him in. “Mutual benefit and all, right?” 

"I wouldn’t have it any other way."

#gar logan #garfield logan #gar logan imagine #gar logan one shot #gar logan x reader #beast boy #dc titans #titans imagine #titans one shot #dc one shot #dc imagine #dc #fluff

[strawberryama]

Maid Dreamin’ Chapter 5

summary : kuroo and bokuto came to visit for the weekend and the first  thing they wanted to check out was the new maid cafe that had opened in  Miyagi. Little did the trio know that Tsukki’s girlfriend had been  working there, without his knowledge

masterpost || chapter 5 : Twisted

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she a lil long as an apology cause i was busy with things and then i was cosplaying kuroken this weekend with my friend so have this lol

content warning for this chapter : stalking, being followed

It’d been around a month since Kei found out about your job. And while he teased you here and there, he didn’t disapprove of it. He was happy for you. You seemed to genuinely enjoy the job and performing, so as long as you were happy, he wasn’t one to complain. And he always came to walk you home since you only worked closing shift ever. It was a nice little routine.

You got to see him after every shift, so you couldn’t complain about that. It was like coming home to him in a way. No matter if you had a good day or a bad day, Kei was there, ready to take your hand and walk you back to your dorm. He sometimes would visit during your shifts, never warning you before, as you had previously requested. He typically would come in a bit before your performance so that you wouldn’t know he was there until after. Which was a major improvement compared to him telling you right before you went on like the first few times.

So, to say the very least. Things were going smoothly. Well...for the most part.

You happily finished up the rest of your shift, assisting the cleaning staff. They were kind enough to get you a chair to sit in while you dried dishes for them. And before you knew it, it was time to go.

You changed out of your uniform and then grabbed your phone. With a sigh, you slipped on Kei’s hoodie you’d stolen last weekend, that being your jacket for the fall weather. One of the maids on break helped you out the back door and wished you a swift recovery. You waved to her and were on your way to the main road. It was a bit weird leaving while it was still light out, even weirder not having Kei there to pick you up. But it was light out so you weren’t too worried about anything. You’d be just fine...right?

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You stopped by the pharmacy store on your way home for some balm to put on your ankle in the mean time, knowing you should get to the doctor on Monday, but this would do until then. Tiger balm does wonders for everything, and you were running low as is. So hopefully a new jar would be handy for the rest of the weekend.

As you left the store, you made eye contact with a guy that looked vaguely familiar but you weren’t able to set you finger on it. Maybe he was just someone you’d seen before in passing. Typically you would’ve brushed the encounter off but he had his hood up and dark eyes that reminded you of a void. Something about him sent a chill down your spine, but you still smiled and bowed slightly after making eye contact, just to be polite.

As you walked along the street, you found it difficult to keep going on your ankle as it began to burn as the adrenaline of your shift at work finally died off. Stopping, you lifted your ankle and rubbed it a bit. It sure as fuck was swollen.

“Ah, I should get some ice for it,” you mumbled to yourself. Looking up, there was thankfully a convenience store at the corner up ahead. So you pushed on and sucked it up. But it was starting to sting a little more with each step you took.

Entering the store with a soft groan courtesy of your ankle, you looked to the clerk and kindly asked if they had any ice. You weren’t opposed to buying a frozen treat but plain ice would be best. But to your dismiss, they shook their head, apologizing. They were kind enough to point you in the direction of the freezer compartment however.

“Oh, that’s alright. Thank you” you replied before heading towards the freezer, as directed by them. Resting a good portion of your weight on the freezer with your hands, you leaned over it, looking inside. Ah! Perfect. You slid the door over and reached in, grabbing two ice cream sandwiches, thinking you could flank them on either side of your ankle once you got home. Hey, it was a good idea at the moment at least. Better than nothing. But when you came back up from reaching inside of the freezer, you looked out the window of the store in front of you and nearly dropped the treats.

That man from the pharmacy. He was outside this store too. You were certain it was him. He was just dawdling outside of the store, pacing, looking back inside the store every now and then. And that’s when the panic set in. That couldn’t just be some coincidence. You looked around to be certain, and it was just you and the employee there. That man was following you. Your heart dropped.

Suddenly, you recalled exactly where you’d seen him. He was at every single one of your live performances. Since opening day, he was there. Even when Kei came to the cafe with Kuroo and Bokuto, he was there. Always a table away from the stage, just close enough you could see his face, but far enough you’d forget him after the shift.

Immediately, you shut the ice cream cabinet’s door, and set the sandwiches on top of it. Taking out your phone, you sent Kei a text. You knew he wouldn't respond though, he was in practice. But your mind was racing, what were you supposed to do?

Next step : call him. Once, twice, three times. Nothing. His phone was always on vibrate. Fuck...scrolling back up, you remember that he said to call Kyotani if he wasn’t able to be reached. That’s right...Kyotani always had this obnoxious ringtone. And his phone’s ringer was on 24/7. His boyfriend called a lot and he refused to miss a single call for some reason. That was why. You’d met him a few times, and he was an outgoing sweetie, contrasting to the hard exterior Kyotani often displayed. It was a little funny how despite the tough guy act, he was soft for his boyfriend. What was his name again....Yahaba?-

No. No time for that. You were in a dangerous situation.

You pulled up Kyotani’s number and hobbled on up to the clerk, setting down the ice cream. As they began to ring up the two items, you piped up.

“Excuse me, the guy outside, do you know if he’s been out there long?” you asked. You wanted to be one hundred percent before hitting call on Kyotani’s contact.

“Oh, him?” they asked. They switched their weight from one foot to the other. “Since you got here, actually. I thought you two were together.”

“Oh,” you said. Panic dripped in your tone as you set your money on the tray to pay. They slid it over the counter and shook their head. Not good. “C-Could I make a call before I leave the store? I-I don’t want to be a disturbance.”

They nodded and handed the plastic bag over to you. “Of course. Let me know if there’s anything I can do.”

“Th-Thank you so much.” Taking the bag, you hobbled into an aisle with chips, and hit Kyotani’s contact.

“Pick up, pick up, pick up...!” you mumbled.

First time, it went to voicemail. And without hesitation, you rang him again. And on the second ring you heard a gruff voice pant out a frantic “hello?”

“Kyotani, thank goodness!” you say softly, trying to not be too loud. “I need a favor. Where is Tsukki?”

“Tsukishima? You called me to get a hold of-”

“Kyotani, it’s important. I’m being followed. I-I need Tsukki to come get me. Tsukki, you, someone; anyone will do. Please, Kyotani.” You tried your best not to let your voice crack but there was a shake in it that was unmistakable. He could hear the fear in your voice clear as day.

“Hold on.”

“Alright.” You sighed as you heard a bunch of screaming going on over the phone. Geez, Kyotani wasn’t a bad guy but boy did he love to holler at people you noticed. Good, bad, the man would bark and yell. But right now, that screaming wasn’t helping your nerves.

“______?”

Tsukishima.

“Tsukki!” you breathed out in relief. It was rare for you to call him that to him personally. It typically was only in situations where you were clingy or drunk, or scared. You’d refer to him as Tsukki to his friends like you did with Kyotani just a second ago, but hardly ever to him, himself.

“I knew I should’ve come get you. Dammit, where are you?”

“I’m at that convenience store on Nishi street.”

You could hear the panic and worry in Kei’s voice as he spoke. He let out a shaky sigh before continuing. “Alright. Kyotani and I are coming to get you. I want you to start heading towards the train station at the end of Nishi, okay? Don’t come to campus. Do you understand?’

“Yes, Kei.”

“Everything is going to be alright shortcake. I’ll be there soon.”

“Thank you.”

He hung up the phone then and you sighed, putting it in your pocket. Thank god, they were coming. But that still meant you were going to have to face that guy for a little longer. Still, you turned around and began to head out of the store. You were sure to thank the clerk on your way out and then were on your way.

Just as Kei had told you to, you followed the street towards the end of it, where the train station sat. It’d be a bit before you got there, especially thanks to your ankle. What should’ve been no more than a seven minute walk would take closer to ten minutes you figured. You tried to distract yourself with the math of it all, knowing that a bit behind you, undoubtedly was a man following your every movement.

It made your heart race, and not in the same way performing made your heart race. In the pit of your stomach sat a bile that threatened to spill out. It threatened to crawl up your esophagus and release itself onto the pavement beneath your feet. Your knees weakened each time you allowed yourself to remember that that man was there. What did he want? Why was he following you? What was he planning to do? The possibilities, much to your dismay, were endless.

You were about halfway when you tested yourself. A mistake. You dropped your phone and as you went to pick it up, looked over your shoulder, gaze shielded by your hair, to see if the man was still following. Sure enough. And he was a lot closer than you were expecting. He was maybe six feet away at most. And it took every fiber of your being to not scream, to not take off running. You wanted Tsukki more than anything in that moment. But you willed yourself to stand back up, phone in hand, and continue to the station.

With every step, your stomach lurched and you grew desperate. Your knees grew weaker with each step. Please, please, please, just go away, you thought. And by the time you were a block away from the train station, you could practically feel how close the man had gotten. Your back was stiff and you could feel his burning gaze. As you focused your sight on the station, you tried to walk a bit fast. But your ankle burned from the tender muscle.

You were so close and your vision began to blur with tears. That’s when you heard a familiar voice bark out : “Oi! Back the fuck up!”

Kyotani. Thank goodness, you sighed. You felt a gust of air go past you and you looked up to see the blurry image of a blonde, string bean. Kei.

“_______!” he called out. You took no time in jogging over to him, pain shooting through your ankle.

“Tsukki! Thank god you’re here!”

He held you for dear life in his arms, enveloping you in his embrace. You could vaguely hear Kyotani roughing up the stalker but you were too frightened to look back. You buried you face in Kei’s chest and gripped at his back. Your knees finally gave out on you, but Kei’s strong hold on you kept you standing, leaning into him.

“I’ve got you, shortcake. I’m right here.”

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[youghvaudough]

Here’s a list of random things that tickle my funny bone for no reason in the Kyoshi novels

(as a Mandarin speaker)

am working through the novels currently so light spoilers?

will continue to update as I go 

click 4 sum fun rambles

Horse stance. THIS BITCH DESERVES THE TOP SPOT SO HERE GOES. I somehow did not make this connection until like I’m almost all the way through the book, but 扎马步 (zhā mǎ bù) or if you take the literal meaning of characters “poke horse step” is literally so well known it’s insane. I’m talking one of the first training/fighting stance that comes to a Chinese person’s mind when u mention kung fu/combat training in general well known so I rly dunno how it slipped my mind for an entire book

this particular stance is always a lil funny to me bc of the way it’s phrased in Chinese; with the 扎 “poke”, the intention is to convey a planting & sinking, steadying of the stance that’s just also funny af to me

so imagine sth u find a lil silly & funny fully becoming a flirtatious & romantic code specific to the main characters of the story? hilarity ensued; rip my friend who had to listen to my scream-laughing

Jianzhu, the architect, his name is literally pinyin for building (建筑 jiàn zhù); imagine naming ur kid Building Smith. No wonder he’s such an uptight type A

the name of Jesa’s (Kyoshi’s mom) sky bison, Longyan / 龙眼 (lóng yǎn), while directly translates to “dragon eye”, also happens to be the Chinese word for Longan fruit (which like Lychee, has cloudy, white/clear-ish flesh surrounding a dark, round pit)

Rangi’s name in the Chinese translation of the book is 燃姬 (rán jī), which itself is a basic sound translation, but these characters mean “lady on fire” or “burning lady” this is kinda cute as heck 4 me for some reason????? lil furnace lady Rangi makes me soft

…that brings us to Rangi’s mom Hei-Ran, someone who we know can be cold and calloused in getting sh*t done with some shady days in the academy, & her name may reflect that. her name could be these two characters 黑燃 (hēi rán), which translates to “black burn” or “dark burn”. talk abt obvious characteristic here; nothing more obvious than ur name amirite???

…then again it could also be 黑兰 (hēi lán, “Black Orchid”) which tbh I kinda like better bc it’s more likely to be used as a name; AGAIN, no one wants to name their kid “black burn” it really doesn’t sound as cool as you’d think

SO! After clues from the comments (thank u @taare-writes!) and help I outsourced from TikTok — Hei-Ran’s name actually could be 혜란 in Korean !! also when I put this in the translator I used, the corresponding Mandarin it gave me was 蕙兰 (hùi lán), which is a specific type of orchid (boat orchid I believe?) and SUCH A PRETTY NAME oh my

the term used for the outlaws daofei, is literally just 盗匪 (dào fěi) “thieves/bandits”; this especially tickles my friend (who’s also reading these novels) so I gotta include it for her ;))))

the daofei’s secret gathering spot next to a lake in the mountains, Hujiang, could be 湖江 (hú jiāng) “lake river” or 湖将 (hú jiāng) which if u squint at it could mean “just by the lake”. this is fun bc it’s possible the author just flipped the saying 江湖 (jiāng hú), which while directly translates to “river lake”, has a much broader & meaningful use often in 武侠 (wǔ xiá, if u know u know, but if u don’t you can think of it as samurai or traveling knight but CHINESE) lore: it is used to refer to the world of action, thrills, and adventure walked by these warriors. It’s p cool to me lmao

oh and the Lei Tai the daofei’s fight on? Just 擂台 (lèi tái) “fighting stage”, same thing as the ring in boxing but doesn’t only reference one specific type of fight

Yun’s name is p simple & straight forward, probably just 云 (yún, “cloud”); it’s also an actual last name and I know someone from Highschool with this last name :)))

While Kyoshi obviously has Japanese origins, the kanji corresponding to きょし is 虚子. Japanese kanji have their origins in Chinese characters, and in this case these two kanji can mean “child of the void” (虚 xū “the void / the lack of something” 子 zǐ “child / kid”); pretty fucking metal name if u ask me

Lao Ge, the human alias of the bloodthirsty spirit in Kyoshi’s gang, could just be 老哥 (lǎo gē) “old brother” which is equivalent of just bro

… it’s real name, Tieguai, could be 铁怪 (tiě guài) “iron monster” or 铁拐 (tiě guǎi) “iron crutch”, which both kinda make sense??? given its monstrous tendencies and ancient origins

the green emerald burial sword Tagaka carried with her, jian, literally is just 剑 (jiàn) “sword”. Yes they really went you know what? we gon call it a sword sword

speaking of weapons, the dao broadsword? same thing. 刀 (dāo) literally means “broadsword”. broadsword broadsword hehe

what I find interesting abt this whole weapons naming is that technically when u picture a broadsword, it falls under the umbrella classification of sword (can someone who’s first culture ain’t Chinese confirm this??? thanks); though for Chinese ppl, 剑 (jiàn, “sword”) and 刀 (dāo, “broadsword”) are completely different beasts

basically dao & jian to us r like tigers and wolves when broadswords & swords r like tigers and lions (both in the felidae family)

where this info kinda becomes relevant is bc knives are also translated as 刀 (yeah the one for “broadsword”), and the way ppl know which type of sharp instrument you mean depends on the context. if ur carrying ur dao on ur back (like in the novels) it’s broadsword; if ur looking for a dao to prep dinner with it’s probably a knife unless u really have the urge to chop spinach with a broadsword

the Yellow Scarf’s imprisoned (later freed then dropped) leader, Xu Ping An, has a weirdly ironic name; his name is likely 许平安 (xǔ píng ān), “wish for peace”. 许 (xǔ) can mean “making a wish” & is an actual Chinese last name; 平安 (píng ān) “peace” on the other hand can be & have been used as a name

slight tangent: there’s this Chinese tradition of including undesired characteristics in ur child’s name so they could avoid those things in life I know it’s probably not the tradition mom&dad Xu had in mind when they named him but it did kinda take effect

the design of Govener Te’s mansion complex, the traditional earth kingdom siheyuan design that Rangi mentioned? It’s an actual traditional courtyard’d household design. I’m not the expert on this but if ur interested u can just search siheyuan and read more abt it ! v fascinating

四合院 (sì hé yuàn) roughly translates to “four enclosing yard”, referring to how the structure of this type of housing consists of four sections of single floor housing (each a specific functional space) enclosing an exposed courtyard in the middle. You can still find some of these in Beijing; also these houses go for SO MUCH MONEY on the housing market bc 1. it’s p much a suburb home but in the city 2. CITY LAND 3. homes r just insanely expensive in a city like Beijing. so there’s a running joke that you’d say someone’s well-off by saying their family has a siheyuan

(alright that’s the end of the Rise of Kyoshi!!! Will prolly make another one for the Shadow of Kyoshi; see y’all then)

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King In Benign

I really, really, hate this King In Black event over at Marvel just SO much, man. I’ve written at length about my issues with Knull as a character and giving him an entire event feels like the schlock DC was pulling with The Dark Nights Metal nonsense. I don’t care for The Batman Who laughs either, he and Knull have that same, try-hard, edgelord, “My OC of Judge Death”, energy and i despise that, but at least that sh*t is believable with Batwank. Batman, as a character, has built in superiority. His myth, his strength, is predicated around his ability to defeat anyone with prep time and planning because he’s the goddamn Batman. Seriously, he’s just a rich kid with PTSD and yet, stands alongside a literal goddess and an alien who can punch out reality. There are entire arcs built around his contingency plans to defeat every hero in the world, falling into the wrong hands and how devastating that sh* would be to the world. Batman is the most OP motherf*cker in all of DC so taking that framework, removing all semblance of restraint and morality, warping him into a distorted visage of Joker, and setting him loose on all reality with the power of Doctor Manhattan was never going to end well. His victory was a forgone conclusion because he’s the goddamn Batman. That makes sense to me. That’s lazy writing in my opinion but i can see the framework behind it. that sh*t’s acceptable. That internal logic, works. Knull is not the goddamn Batman. He does not get a pass like that.

Knull has been built up to be this straight up eldritch horror; A Lovecraftian nightmare that predates even the first universe in Marvel continuity. He was the void to the light of the First Firmament. That is something to explore. That is something to be terrified about. That is something mad compelling and make for fertile ground to explore. What does the Marvel brain trust do with it? tie it to the f*cking Symbiotes. Like, bro, what? Now, don’t misunderstand, i love me some Symbiotes. Venom has been a favorite character of mine since i was a wee lil Smokey but let's be honest, they are not a whole ass cosmic threat. They are cool and the way their power set functions as a buff is to whoever bonds with them is dope, but seriously? You expect me to seriously buy into Venom, Carnage, Scream, and Mayhem, are shard of a universal threat? Bro, do better. You can beat a Symbiote if you yell loud enough or drop a match on them. Seriously, weaknesses are weakness but these things recoil at loud sonics and open flame. You can beat them with a bonfire, man. The given genesis of these weaknesses stem from Knull forging the All-Black Necrosword, the first Symbiote, apparently. The weakness to fire stems from the Necrosword’s memory of the crucible flames and the weakness to sonic stems from the pounding of hammer on anvil. Have you ever heard an anvil hit a hammer? It’s not that bad, bro. That means you can probably beat Carnage with a rape whistle. And these are the creatures that Marvel creative wants me to believe are going to siege the multiverse? Word?

It’s such a missed opportunity. If this dude had the ability to manipulate darkness, to actually control the abstract of oblivion, i can see Knull being dope. Also a character redesign because he looks like sh*t but that’s more a personal gripe as a character developer than anything. I give TBWL a ton of sh*t but it’s hard to argue with that aesthetic. Knull looks like a fart. But I'm getting off topic a bit here, my point is this character could have been every bit the beast they want me to believe it to be. An unknowable entity that rivals the abstracts in power? A thing from the murk of the before? A thing that can manipulate the dark, both tangible and philosophical? Just by it’s very nature that sh*t is mad overpowered. Tying him to something as pedestrian as the Klyntar takes all of that away. Showing us that he kept jobbing to the Celestials further weakens his stance on being a proper cosmic threat. Having his greatest weapon, The All-Black, snatched away by Gorr just absolutely discredits anything you want to do with this character. Marvel is doing their best to make this event a thing but I'm just sitting over here thinking how the Beyonders would massacre Knull. How he only took down one Celestial in his entire existence. How a bunch of f*cking Klyntar imprisoned him in a wad of themselves for millennia. Knull is a jobber who gets jobbed constantly. There is no way i can believe he has the power to be doing what he’s doing right now. There are no narrative gymnastics that can make me believe he’s this massive of a threat, not after we’ve seen his origins. There is no way you can sell me on this asshole being Marvel’s version of Judge Death, when he’s been shown to take L after L after L.

Marvel has Knull out here conjuring an army of Grendel dragons, laying siege to the 616, and forcing The Void out of Sentry because, you know, the dark or whatever. That’s dumb in the context of who Knull is but brilliant in the context of who Knull could have been. That “darkness” manipulation works for an overarching menace. Being king of Symbiotes does not. Why the f*ck would Knull be able to manipulate Void? That sh*t ain’t Klyntar, it’s literal the manifestation of mental illness in Rob Reynolds, his “darkness.” Does this mean that all Symbiotes are effectively umbramancy conjurations? If that’s the case, are they all the same thing as the Void? Why the f*ck isn’t everyone who bonds with one, not as powerful as the Void then? You see what i mean? There is a dissonance, an intentional vagueness, for which Knull is actually capable and that makes for lousy writing. That makes for lazy villain. If there is no definition, no parameters, then you can do whatever the f*ck you want, whenever the f*ck you want and that sh*t is bogus. There are no stakes. There is no tension. It’s all just power creep, bullsh*t wank, and ex machina.

Couple that with documented defeats, some embarrassing as hell, and the main baddie of your line wide event is just a goddamn fraud. Knull is a paper tiger being propped up with the worst kind of OC plot armor and i hate it. I hate The King in Black. I hate Knull. I have my grievances with Batwank but at least he was a whole ass character. At least his plot armor made sense in the context of the world. But that’s kind of the point. DC did this better with their version of Judge Death. Dc put in the work. Their character was developed better. His ambition made sense. His power scale never wavered, leveling up in ways that were organic to the plot, as ridiculous as that plot turned out to be. Marvel did not. Knull has none of what TBWL has. The House of “Ideas” shat out Knull and tied a bunch of threads together that should have never been in the same vicinity of narrative development. He’s just an ass-pull cashgrab trying to profit on the surprise popularity with Dark Nights Metal but their attempt lacks the soul. And if you know how much disdain i have for that whole series of events, you know that is heavy accusation levied from me.

[raksh-writes]

Look into the abyss (Voiles/Stigitsune WIP excerpt)

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Void/Stiles Stilinski, Nogitsune/Stiles Stilinski, Stalia - mentioned

Word count today: approaching 24k and going strong

First excerpt here: click!

And a lil’ snippet:

The constant ache he’s got used to these past months, the pain rooted deep within his bones, his muscles, the very matter of his being - it’s gone. No trace, no echo, nothing. Like it was never there. He almost lets himself be grateful, but maybe it’s just another trick, a different kind of tactic, he shouldn’t trust it.

The thing is, it doesn’t come back. Days, weeks go by, and it’s still not there. So it gets easier to accept it, respond to the voice almost like it’s a friend, banter, teasing and all that - on times, even though he won’t let himself think that way, it almost feels like flirting - even the dream-lessons, whole conversations on the nature of magic, of the ways to use it, ways to help him with control, become a part of a routine Stiles starts to enjoy.

Then Malia shows up in his room one night. Then the next. Another one. Until she’s there every time he wakes up, until it’s not just him trying to teach her about being human, until it’s lips and limbs and heat - and it’s nice, it really is, even when some part of his brain tries to scream wrong, wrong, wrong.

The voice in his head quiets down, the dreams change too - they’re blank most of the time, he wakes up feverish and bothered only when Malia’s not there, which he won’t wonder about, quiet nightmares continue to haunt him, but some of them change to the clearing, the Nemeton, but he’s all alone there, suffocating with the way his chest aches, and he doesn’t know what to make of it. Is he recovering? Does his mind changed tactics with the trauma-dealing? When he finally opens his eyes to the correct clearing - he knows in his bones it’s not just the normal nightmare, the air has an unique energy not easily mistaken, the moon’s bright in the sky - Void looks him over, dark gaze distant, colder than it used to be, but doesn’t move from his perch on the stump.

Stiles swallows thickly, his whole body gaining an awareness that prickles at his nerves.

„Took you long enough,” he says - and promptly cringes. Why did he just say that? The callback really feels like a wrong step, like his foot catching on a rock and his body already falling.

One dark brow raises at him, something flickers in those dark eyes.

„Did it, now?” It’s a low murmur, an almost caress, but as sharp as a blade. Void’s gaze narrows, lips quirking in a half-smirk. „You missed me, little one?”

The words hit - and they hit in a way they absolutely shouldn’t - cutting too close, echoing in the abyss of his chest.

Stiles worries at his bottom lip, lost for words maybe for the first time in his life. It’s weird, the way he doesn’t know how to act, if he should be angry, cautious, sarcastic or just shrug it off. It’s just his brain messing with him, and yet-

„Hardly, you’re worse than a mirror and I hate those,” he settles on, gathering the courage to step closer, to crawl on the stump and sit beside Void, face him even though his heart hammers painfully against his ribs - dark eyes don’t leave him even for a second.

„Then what are you doing here, Stiles?” Void cocks his head, narrows his eyes, something cutting, sharp, freezing sliding along his words, along the name.

Stiles shivers, chilled to the bone, but refuses to back away. It’s like he’s staring a tiger down, one ready to pounce and eat him - and, wow, that analogy does things to him, no, nope, that thought can fuck off - but he steels his spine, grits his teeth, and leans closer.

„You’re supposed to be teaching me, Void. We have a deal.”

In hindsight, maybe it’s not smart to bring that up. Stiles still doesn’t exactly know what his part is - the memory makes his insides heat up, coil in a knot, send small sparks along his skin, but he refuses it vehemently. It’s really not smart what he’d done, because Void’s eyes blaze up, flash silver, then Stiles gasps as he’s pinned back to the Nemeton, the demon keeping him down with a hand on his chest.

„Do we, Stiles, do we have a deal, now?” he snarls, right into his face, the palm freezing cold right above his heart, so cold it burns, white heat right through his whole body. Stiles barely holds back a whimper, grasps at Void’s wrist, but doesn’t try to take the arm away. It’s a test.

„You trying to back off, Void?” Their gazes meet and the demon looks possibly livid, almost offended at the implications. „I thought you keep your promises.”

„Don’t taunt me, Stiles.” His voice is barely above a whisper as shadows gather around the Nogitsune, tensing and writhing, until they’re inky black and swaying in too many tendrils - tails, they’re tails, nine, at the least. „Do you know how I got them? What they mean?” The head tilts, eyes flashing silver for just a second, prompting him on. Stiles shifts, but doesn’t try to get away, still burning up.

„Every hundred years or as an accomplishment, a milestone passed.” That’s what Kira told him, what he’s read, but Void’s still looking at him expectantly and something flickers in his mind as he realizes- „Keeping a promise.”

„Yes, little fox, keeping a promise. I’m no oathbreaker, I’m a Nogitsune because I refuse to cover to anyone, any god or deity thinking itself above me, they keep no sway over me. I’m bound by my own word and I’ve always kept it, fulfilled every favor granted, you’ll find no broken tails on me.”

The hand on Stiles’ chest flex, but it’s not to hurt, no, he can feel the muscles and tendons moving under his own fingers, the skin cool, smooth, it wakes a small shiver along his body. Void’s words, though, keep all of his attention.

„That’s why you were so pissed back then,” he wonders, out loud, before he can stop it.

For so long he refused to go back to that time, to thinking of what-ifs and possible implication, of Kira’s words, offended, of the story her mother told, of how he could almost understand- No, stop, he halts himself halfway through the thought, because it’s dangerous, too dangerous, to even entertain. Stiles gulps, swallows through dry throat, looks up to Void - strangely quiet, like he’s letting him get to his own conclusion. He’s staying silent on purpose. Because of course he would. Stiles needs to get back on track.

He takes his hands away, observing how Void follows his moves with rapt attention.

„So are you going to go back to teaching me?”

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I was tempted to make the whole scene an excerpt, but I need to keep some things. It was actually written yesterday and felt right for a short snippet to share, everything else seem too spoilery or something.

Hope you enjoyed! Def let me know ^^

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[eternallyother]

inbox check pls? I wanna make sure my ask went through and I also just really like seeing what's coming up lol

Time of Inbox Check Completion: 00:09 AM, May 7th, 2022, PST.

For ease, I omitted non requests from the inbox check (there are about 4-5 questions unrelated to requests that we intend to answer quickly).

-Mod Angel

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[sunkrux]

Managed to get 4 of the 5 feral cats(henceforth known as the Clito 5) trapped last night. Rain put the kibosh on trying to get the last one. I didn’t feel right going to bed with the trap out and it raining all night. Will try for that one another weekend. Pic 1 - is possibly female (vaccination record says male but volunteer said female. Get to check that before I release them). Depending on the sex this baby will be Tiger or Lily. Pic 2 - is male and is Dude. Pic 3 - is male, the father of the other 3. He is Mr. Fluffer. Pic 4 - Another male, he is Lil’ Fluffer because he’s the spitting image of Fluffer. The remaining cat is a black female, the mom, and she is Void. Thank you Deb & @statesborohumanesociety for the traps and running the Cat Program. Thanks to @fixingtheboro for doing the spay/neutering of these babies. I love that there is finally a TNR program in my county. It makes me sad that so many feral cats keep being born because some people in my area of the US don’t know or understand how important it is to cut down on the amount of feral cats. As a result a lot of these babies end up eating garbage and dying without knowing love from humans. I may not get to pet these babies but I love them as much as I do my fur babies. Please spay/neuroticisms pets and work with your local Humane Society/Cat rescue/pound to get feral colonies spayed/neuter and returned to their homes. #tnrworks #tnrsaveslives #clito5 https://www.instagram.com/p/CGygQQxBkBw/?igshid=n06j5nensbj1

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