Can you please link the qsh wheat supremacy Twitter? I have no idea what you’re talking about but it sounds hillarious.
They understand qsh and also chaldea and also my sense of humor on a deep and intimate level
I try not to let fantakes on characters overly influence me but this nonsense lives rent free in my head literally all day
from its roots | guda and mash
Her pleas were desperate, the tears that fell down on Ritsuka’s face were warm, and the hand that gripped her own was clutched tight.
Ritsuka violently coughs.
“Senpai,” Through heaving gasps and and whimpers interrupted by hiccups, Mash calls out to her pleading. “Senpai!”
Ritsuka strokes Mash’s hair. She smiles, “I’m right here.” She makes sure to keep her voice low or else she would cough again.
“Please,” The girl sobbed, “Please don’t love us anymore.”
If I have to imagine Guda having a Tumblr, so do you:
“Y’know what? Someone really ought to stop Master. Because at this point? They’ll suffer somethin’ far worse than death.”
The Servants look at the young gunshooter with mixed expressions. Raised brows, tired faces, condescending smiles–
“And you don’t think her hundreds of Servants know that? Even Heracles once stopped Master from going out to train before pointing to her bed to rest a little more.” Hundred faces responds from the shadows, their outline barely visible against the dark corner.
“Of course I know.” The blond young man rolls his eyes as he watches their Master’s form clutching her hand with the command seals, screaming her Servants’ names as she lost them to the creature that advanced with terrifying speed.
What a mess.
Even without thorough knowledge of magic, everyone could practically see that Fujimaru Ritsuka’s nervous system is barely supported by the hundreds and hundreds of blessings inside her body.
At the same time, the lethal curses and poison inflicted by her own Servants just marginally fought back the impurities that do not belong to her body.
What of her mental state? Billy catches sight of black flames rounding the corner, followed by a pair of bright butterfly wings.
Shit really is fucked if incomplete people, ghosts- weapons like them want to chain this human down to a bed and have them get a good eight-hours worth of rest. Vacation time outside of their bullshit shenanigans that cause the Master serious headache too.
Geronimo pursed his lips as he looks sadly at the Master who was crying yet growling out orders of attack, never letting her knees touch the ground with the Zemlupus boy protecting them from stray debris and onslaught, “All that we can do is support her no matter what. For that is her will, we must obey.”
And as Servants with a contract, they are influenced by their Master to stand by her side even as something inside them keeps screaming to not let the single human who understood them like a mirror die.
“Billy the Kid, Geronimo, Kiyohime! You guys are up! Please head to the deck ASAP!” Da Vinci’s voice rang out from the intercom. Both Billy and Geronimo nodded to each other, before looking at the female berserker that donned a sad smile.
“In the entire time I’ve been here, not once did Master lie to me about anything.” She raises a hand to her heart, her amber eyes holding a kind of hurt they knew all too well, “Yet when I ask about her feelings and her thoughts, all she did was smile.”
And everyone in the room understood.
With a profound fondness for their friend, contractor, and Master, comes with a hatred that could rival the flames of hell itself. Hatred for her fate, for all the things she was forced to do, for all the things she was forced to become. The only thing they can do is grit their teeth and support their Master to the very end of her life.
Cursed to this kind of life, the only salvation they could think of for her is—
thought i’d get turned down or something but they surprisingly agreed (which gave me a heart attack) so here is my attempt at translating
Just finished translating this to see Zunko updated new Valentine's blue lock art (╥﹏╥)
I WILL get the new ones done tomorrow though, I must ♡
Also, even if I liked the yandere versions more, these comfort ones are super nice and make me feel all fluffy inside (´∩｡• ᵕ •｡∩`)
Dazai with accepting darling? Like when they find out that Dazai secretly took photos of her she is just passes it off like “ you were there too? You should have called out!”
This shouldn't surprise anybody, but Dazai would be thrilled! He would suspect his darling at the beginning though but he will quickly see that his darling is being genuine. He opens up about his stalking but s/o just tells him that he literally does not need to do that. They'll accept him no matter what he does! Darling dearest even openly admits that they are flattered whenever he gets jealous!
"It's just another sign that you love me, Dazai!"
He will test s/o's loyalty but of course they pass every test with flying colours. He's so happy, his heart feels as though it will burst out of his chest! He can finally say this his dark soul is filled with joy. He no longer longs to end his tragic life but instead he wants to spend the rest of his days with the one he loves the most.
"Til' death do us apart... My love."
since the old version of this post was flagged for 'adult content'...
Not to be all ‘fast fashion has altered the way most people view clothes and the way they treat those who make them’ but god as a fibre artist myself (crochet/knit) it is infuriating to be able to look at a crochet piece that would be priced anywhere from 160 dollars to as much as 620 dollars (depending on the yarn and how much is needed) be sold for something like 35 bucks
Because crochet work, and the granny squares that are so popular, can’t be made by a machine. So these are handmade pieces.
Going for 35 dollars.
How much do you think the person making it made? Because there is no profit for the individual who actually made the thing when it’s priced for retail at 35 dollars.
And it’s infuriating because I know the person who actually made it deserves more than what little they were given to make it, its infuriating because I know the conditions those workers work in and I doubt they were able to adequately rest their hands while making it, and seeing these pieces so undervalued means that it’s harder for people like me to price our work in a way that’s fair for us and the customer because more and more people are looking at what we make and going ‘I could get that for 35 dollars at Walmart’
Fast fashion is fucking everyone except the people profiting off the exploitation
Occasionally I’d play music in the background while playing the game. Now on this fine day, I’ve played ‘The Plagues’ from the prince of Egypt. I have a certain two brothers on my team. One of them being my main, Kaeya. “This seems too familiar,” I said aloud. In SAGAU, what would their reactions be?
a/n: voidless, words cannot describe the jealousy i feel knowing you are a diluc haver. also, i had kinda a hard time with this one, so let me know if this isn’t what you wanted!
word count: ~2k (the song itself is abt. 300)
-> warnings: major spoilers for kaeya and diluc lore, biblical references (quotes from the song are used, which itself is an interpretation of the bible), the brothers think you’re the ‘lord’ being referenced, heavy angst, this got so sad so quickly—
-> lowercase intended!
< masterlist >
taglist: @samarill || @thenyxsky
Yandere Enkidu / gender-neutral reader.
Synopsis: General yandere headcanons.
Warnings: Implied dub-con (in the last bullet point), isolation, use of chains.
+1
Mental Pollution (精神汚染, localized as “Mental Corruption”) is a Skill where due to possessing a distorted mentality, it is possible for one to shut out any mental interference thaumaturgy.
However, at the same time, it becomes impossible for one to come to a mutual understanding with individuals who do not possess an equivalent rank of Mental Pollution
(tl and ts by me)
I attempted to translate my favorite three pages from Kouhi-san’s (@s95156) HAPPY ENDER (オベぐだ unofficial fanbook)!
(Two bonus pages found in my reblog)
fallacy (n.) : are flawed, deceptive, or false arguments that can be proven wrong with reasoning.
𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 : As a veteran AR60 player of Genshin Impact, you pride yourself as someone who knows the ins and outs of Teyvat, even studiously completing Spiral Abyss every reset, and having 100% exploration to some, if not all, of the released regions so far. Everything is fun and enjoyable, especially since Sumeru just recently debuted so you still have a lot to do!
All that ends though, when a mysterious passerby pushes you off the building of your university while playing Genshin. But instead of meeting your inevitable end, you find yourself waking up in the very world you were addicted to!
It's supposed to be a fun dream, right? Something you could laugh at when you wake up? Right?! So, why is that you were back in AR1 with nothing but a dull blade in your inventory?!
…well, at least you still have those 700+ sunsettias and mints, Timmie's fowls…and surprisingly similar game mechanics you used to merely see on the screen before. But what should you do now? Flirt with the Genshin men??? Good lords...
"Welcome to Genshin Impact, Dreamer. Here, we can show you a happier ever after you've never had before…so, ready?"
𝐂𝐖 / 𝐓𝐖 : graphic depiction of violence; possible character death (on bad ends so choose your route wisely!); multiple endings (including good, bad, normal and secret ends); canon divergent, game mechanics, existential crisis, character study.
𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : isekai/reverse isekai, choose your own adventure (cyoa) with branching narratives, romance, comedy, angst (depending on the routes), hurt with/without comfort (still depends on routes), action, mystery, found family.
𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒 : albedo, tighnari, zhongli, cyno, xiao, diluc, venti, ayato, kazuha and tartaglia. Possible more love interest as the story progresses.
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 : on-going
𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐈 : argumentum ad hominem.
𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐈 : argumentum ad ignorantiam.
𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐈.𝐈 : magister dixit.
𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐈.𝐈𝐈 : argumentum petitio principii.
𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐈.𝐈 : ignoratio elenchi.
𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐈.𝐈𝐈: cum hoc ergo propter hoc.
𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐈 : —
𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐈 : —
𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐈𝐈 : —
𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕 : —
𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐕 : —
𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐕𝐈 : —
𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐈 : —
𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈 : —
tba...
𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 :
A body double takes on the land of wisdom and dreams. Meanwhile, the ordinary and extraordinary folk alike are swept into the maelstorm of chaos that is their Creator’s ‘international ambassador’.
Aka the -Sumeru 3.0 update consumed me like fungi so here we are- special edition. Also known as -Tighnari didn’t come home and threw a Jean at me so I’m venting- edition.
Sumeru was brimming with both life and death, which you came to learn when you stumbled onto a patch of land reeking of absolute corruption. It was a horrifying yet heartbreaking sight, where the vitality of nature was poisoned by the strange red plants, the air itself suffocated your lungs with the stench of death.
“This looks really terrifying realistically…” You murmured, about to bolt the other way when you noticed something peculiar and green dogging your footsteps, “Huh?”
Patches of fresh grass trailed behind you, like you had purified the very land you stepped on. It was quickly overtaken by the withering again but you had enough time to process what you just saw.
“… can I simply stomp out those withering tumors?”
“Someone already dealt with the withering zone in the southeast?” Tighnari questioned, ears standing rigid in his confusion as he stared at the forest ranger.
“Huh, how strange… whoever our little helper is they are either unfortunate enough to stumble into the withering zone or foolish enough to deal with it on their own.” Tighnari didn’t mince his words.
In the back of Tighnari’s mind, he wondered if this had any connection to the appearance of the Creator’s sibling before he shook his head. While the sibling has proven themselves to be highly troublesome- the sibling’s tendency to tackle and cuddle the wildlife instantly came to mind- they wouldn’t be that reckless, right?
Right???
Somewhere, a sneeze sounded from amongst a cuddle pile consisting of Rishboland tigers and a tired body double.
The customers of Lambad’s tavern have grown used to the sight of the Creator’s international ambassador lounging around like a sun-tanning cat. What they haven’t grown used to, however, was the utter strangeness of their actions.
Every evening, the ambassador would walk into the tavern and take the empty table in the far corner. Ordering only a drink and dessert, they would blankly stare at the wall for hours before they leave.
One day, Lambad decided to finally ask about his strange customer’s behaviour- it wasn’t because several concerned customers gave him an exorcist’s phone number, of course not-.
The answer Lambad received only unnerved him even further.
“Oh, the music for your tavern is quite soothing to listen to.” The ambassador replied nonchalantly.
Somehow, Lambad felt cold amidst the warm atmosphere of his own tavern.
The tavern owner stumbled, confused and a little terrified, “But- the tavern doesn’t play music?”
A cryptid smile was his final answer, and Lambad ran away under the guise of getting more food. The ambassador’s humming haunted his retreating figure.
The gossip rushing through Sumeru that evening only strengthened the rumours of a 'mad foreigner’ or 'the Creator hears the music of the winds, serenaded by the adoring Anemo Archon’.
Surprisingly enough, those two rumours never got connected to one another.
“As the Creator’s ambassador and body double you must be aware of the dangers the rainforest presents, correct?” Tighnari’s ears twitched in irritation as you guiltily knelt dogeza-style before him.
“So why would you fool-hardily run to a ruin drake and let it attack you? Have you lost your sense of awareness? Did you perhaps eat one of those mushrooms I specifically told you not to?”
The forest ranger’s calm voice took an underlining growl, stifling his instincts to lock you in his room and prevent you from running headfirst into danger.
Perhaps you won’t notice if your injuries took you a little longer to heal?
“… OST.”
Tighnari snapped out of his thoughts, “Pardon?”
You sheepishly avoided his stern gaze, “The battle OST was so good that I have the habit of… finding new enemies just to listen to it?”
“… so you did eat those hallucinogenic mushrooms.”
Port Ormos was no stranger to eccentric individuals, especially since it readily welcomes and houses Akademiya students who had to trade their genius minds for something- if you’d questioned the older folk around the docks, they would tell you of a strange Akademiya student who used to come around the evening to throw bags into the river while cackling. It was only after that student’s expulsion did people realised those bags he threw were his failed experiments: dead mice, dead fungi, missing people, etc.-
It was quite normal to see a student from the Akademiya having an existential crisis or being arrested in public. But the person wildly dancing in the middle of the street was not from the Akademiya.
In fact, the madman strangely resembled the tiny memorial statues of the Creator.
“Mom, is that person alright?” A young boy innocently pointed at the twirling figure.
His mother quickly ushered him away, “Ignore them, sweetie, and pray to the Creator that their troubled soul is laid to rest.”
“If fungi bad, why cute?” Arapaha had no idea how to deal with the Rainbow Not-Nara. The trees had welcomed the Not-Nara with wealthy growth, the winds joyously sang and the waters have turned a pure blue for the return of the Rainbow Not-Nara.
And yet-
“Release the bad shroom-kin, Rainbow Not-Nara! Shroom-kin bad, and not cute!” Aragana, their youngest, fumed, bouncing as they angrily waved their stick at the Rainbow Not-Nara.
This particular group of Aranara had stumbled upon their Rainbow Not-Nara by accident, having followed the sound of someone singing Arana’s music off-key.
They expected to find the Golden Nara and Paimon, though the Golden Nara’s singing was more harmonious and deeper than this particular voice.
The Rainbow Not-Nara choking cuddling a group of fungi in the middle of a cave was certainly not what they expected to find.
The Rainbow Not-Nara’s aura turned gloomy, like blackened skies and red cubes descending, as their grasp around the unusually still fungi tightened, “Fungi is cute!”
“That’s not true!” Aragana blustered, “Aragana is way more good than that bad shroom-kin! A-And way more cuter!”
Silence descended upon the clearing.
“Aragana, if you wanted me to hold you too you could’ve just say so…” Rainbow Not-Nara spoke gently, like dewdrops upon the fragile leaves in the midst of a rainstorm, loosening their grip to make room for the stuttering Aranara.
The fungus made its move at that very moment.
“AHHH BAD SHROOM-KIN!! RELEASE THE RAINBOW NOT-NARA’S FACE BAD SHROOM-”
You: it’s an onion
Doppelgänger: for the last time it’s a tree-
You: *waves at the Tree of Dreams* it’s just a gigantic space onion, you can’t change my mind
Doppelgänger: You- Traveler, tell them!
Traveler: … Paimon thought it was a giant onion when we found it too
Paimon: You traitor! You asked that Aranara if the tree was edible!
