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Please stop trigger tagging with #epilepsy tw/cw/warning/etc.

I need every single person to understand how horrible tumblr’s tagging system is

I go into the tag for epilepsy and its all flashing lights. We can’t use our own tag because people without epilepsy fill it up with improper warnings.

Use ‘flashing’ in place of ‘epilepsy’ in your tags. You aren’t warning people of epileptics, you’re warning us of flashing lights. Please please tag properly. Epileptics say this endlessly and constantly and it’s ignored. You are risking lives by doing this.

Here’s proof of what I mean:

THIS POST IS 100% OKAY TO REBLOG, I ENCOURAGE PEOPLE WITHOUT EPILEPSY TO ESPECIALLY DO SO!

Pain

starting a new thread since the other was getting quite long hehe

thank you for the tag @sugawara-sweetheart

NO CHEATING: you’re starring in a movie with the last person saved in your camera roll and the last song you listened to is the title. Who/what is it?

hmmm...interesting 🤔 but Hirooooo 💕

tagging @kiyoo-omi @mintmatcha @saetyrn9 @myelocin and whoever else who wants to play!

welp I tried :/ I drew it with my fingers so it was hard <\3

if I don't get xiao I will skip every banner until they do a rerun of his banner

asians: pls care about racism against us

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Zhongli x Fallen God! Reader

Zhongli imagine (inspired by Akura-Ou from Kamisama Kiss)

Enemies to Lovers

CW: Mentions of violence, character death, one graphic description of how reader wants to kill Morax.

So imagine that you were a god during the time of the archon war. More specifically, the God of Calamity who feeds off of chaos and negative emotions of humans to increase their power. You face off against Morax, your sworn enemy, and find yourself pinned to the ground with a spear in your chest. As your body fades to dust, you curse Morax, swearing that you will one day return to exact your revenge.

Centuries pass, and you find yourself trapped in an empty void. You can neither see or feel anything, only absolute darkness with your thoughts as company. You beg Celestia to put an end to your suffering, to cease to exist, if only to escape this eternal abyss. However, your desperate pleas seemed to be answered with the appearance of a human soul.

A human who had passed in an unfortunate accident, close to where you had been slain. The human seems lighthearted as they speak with you, telling you of how silly they felt to have died from such a simple mistake. You scoff at the fact that this human thinks they can speak to you so casually, and yet, you relish in the fact that you are no longer alone. This is the first voice, other than your own, that you had heard in a millennia.

The human tells you how it’s about time that they move on to the next plane of existence, but they still have one regret. In fear of being alone again, you attempt to keep the human in this space longer, asking them to divulge their woes. The human tells you that their only regret is that they’ll be leaving their poor mother all alone. Their mother would have no one else to rely on nor anyone to keep her company.

In a moment of weakness, you admit to the human that you understand their fear of loneliness. You tell the human how you’ve been trapped in this place for so long. The human pities you, knowing that once they leave, you will be alone once more. The human was then struck with an idea and offered their body to you.

“Oh! I know! How about I let you use my body? You could take my place and keep my mom company! It’s a win-win, right?”

You couldn’t believe this human’s foolish proposal. This human knew nothing of your title as God of Calamity. Knew nothing of your history of bringing destruction to the humans of the ancient past. You wanted to exploit this human’s naivety.

“I suppose you’re correct. I will take up your generous offer.”

“Okay! Let’s make a contract then! You can use my body, but you have to promise me that you’ll take good care of my mom and keep her safe!”

Ah, so this human was not as trusting as you thought. Truly a follower of the God of Contracts. The thought of your assailant made your blood boil, but you composed yourself as you knew that this was the only way of escape.

“Very well. I will agree to those terms.”

“Nice! Wait, but if I’m gone, how will I know for sure that you’ll uphold our contract?”

You sigh and tell the human that when a contract is made with a god, a sigil of geo will appear on their body. This mark ensures that the god will not break their contract, less they suffer the judgement of Morax. Something you knew all too well. Once the contract is made, a golden symbol of geo appears on your chest, directly over your heart. You grimace at it while the human grins.

They thank you as they waved you off and fade into the afterlife. You, too, feel your body begin to flow into the vessel. When you open your eyes, you are greeted with a bright light and a blurry face of a woman. Her eyes are full of tears as she envelopes you in a hug, whispering about how worried she was. You find yourself tightly wrapping your arms around her torso, clinging to her in fear that this will all have been a dream and you will wake up in the void once more. Your eyes water as you relish in the warmth surrounding you.

Never again will you return to the darkness.

You take it upon yourself to assimilate with the humans, continuing to live as the human whose body you inhabit. However, in secret, you plan to enact your revenge on the god that killed you, whom you find out to be one of the seven archons. You try different methods to return your power to what it once was, but to no success.

All the while, you abide by the promise to the human and takes good care of their mother. You even sacrifice an opportunity to regain your power as it would’ve endanger their mother.

Your desire for revenge starts to waver upon hearing of the assassination of Rex Lapis. “Some bastard beat me to it!” You think, clenching your fists in rage. But now that Morax has been done away with, you wonder what you’ll do now. Your whole purpose for taking this human body was to get vengeance, so what now?

You remember your promise to the human and your growing fondness of their mother. You decide to put aside your pride as a deity and devote your life to continuing to be their child.

When Osial attacks the Harbour, your first instinct is to protect your mother at all costs. While all the other humans and milileth were fleeing from the water mimics, you used your ancient powers to fight them off. You absorbed the negative emotions from the humans running in terror and converted it into energy for you.

Your flames consumed the attacking mimics, evaporating them into nothing but steam. Once the battle was over, you immediately rushed to find your mother who you had taken far away from the Harbour before Osial had even been released. In your haste, you passed by a stranger whose golden eyes stared at you intently.

There was something familiar about this human, but you didn’t care to further ponder, too focused on making sure your mother was safe.

When everything subsided, you went back to your usual routine living amongst the mortals. You worked for the adventurer’s guild, doing commissions and picking up side jobs to provide for your mother. You ran errands and spent a lot of time with your human mother and you were content.

It wasn’t until you were confronted by a certain funeral consultant that your peaceful mortal life would be disturbed.

On your day off, you decided to have dinner by yourself at Third-Round Knockout as your mother was far too tired to leave the house and urged you to enjoy the nightlife rather than stay home all the time. You enjoyed the food while listening to the storyteller when a stranger took the seat across from you.

“What have you done with the human whose body you’ve stolen? Did you kill them?”

Once again, you saw the same human that you saw during Osial’s attack.

“Huh? What are you talking about, sir? Are you perhaps drunk—“

“Do not try to deceive me. I’ve had my eye on you for some time, but your actions during Osial’s attack confirmed that you are not as you seem.”

You narrow your eyes, trying to read on the man, but having no such luck.

“Certainly you don’t mean when I stopped those water mimics from attacking the other citizens of Liyue? All I did was defend my home from invaders.”

The stranger’s face was stone cold as he leaned closer and spoke in a harsh tone, “I mean when you absorbed the negative emotions from the fleeing humans,”

You tensed up, a sense of dread pooling in your stomach.

“There’s only one pathetic being that comes to mind who feeds from absolute discord. Although, I could have sworn that they had died by my spear. Isn’t that right, God of Calamity?”

So many emotions ran through your head until it settled on a burning, all-consuming rage. A crazed grin appeared on your face as you failed to hold back your cynical laughter.

“Morax…so you’re alive? And here I thought I missed my chance to kill you myself. And yet, here you are, delivering yourself to me. Oh how I can’t wait to tear you limb from limb and display your severed head from the gates of Liyue Harbour.”

“As if you could ever put a scratch on me. I will simply just have to pierce my spear through that twisted heart of yours, if you even have one.”

Your hand twitched to summon your blade as you had a stand off with the ex archon.

“Y/n? Is everything alright, dear?“

All malice disappeared from your face as your eyes widened and your head whipped around to look at your worried mother.

“M-Mother! What are you doing out this late?? It’s dangerous for you to be walking the streets all by yourself!”

“I was worried when you didn’t come home when you said you would. I thought you drank too much again and came to get you.”

Your mother’s eyes landed on the funeral consultant, a smile making its way onto her lips.

“Oh! I see now! You’ve made a friend, Y/n! I’m so glad for you! Don’t mind me then, I’ll just go back home.”

You glanced back at the geo archon, clicking your tongue before pulling out a satchel and slapping some mora out on the table.

“Hold on, mother. I’ll walk you back home.”

“No, no. Don’t let me get in the way of you spending time with your new friend!”

“It’s alright. We were just about to part ways anyway.”

“It was nice to meet you, Y/n. I will see you around Liyue. Please get home safely, ma’am.” Zhongli said with a polite smile.

“Thank you, young man! Have a good night.”

You shot the ex archon a glare before getting up to join your mother. If you saw him again, it’d be too soon.

Oh, how fate loved to toy with you.

A/N

Pt. 2 in the works!! If anyone has ideas for scenarios let me know!!

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( sukuna x f!reader / gojo x f!reader )

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summary: after getting kicked to the curb by gojo satoru, you want to give him a taste of his own medicine. the answer? ryomen sukuna. but you get more than you bargained for when you get entangled in both family’s messes.

content warnings: angst + fluff + smut (MDNI), modern au, fake dating, toxic relationships (and families), mentions of abuse/suicide/death, everyone in this story is petty in their own way (and i mean very petty), sukuna is mostly a dick (so is gojo), toji is a bad father, everyone here is bad at feelings (sorry!), manipulating/gaslighting, alcohol/cigarettes will be commonly mentioned & included, certain degree of elitism, beware my horrible planning skills + more to be revealed as the chapters go along.

status: ongoing! (click here if you want to read on ao3)

-> flip the pages:

01. prologue: the calm before the storm

02. chapter one: the enemy of my enemy is my (boy)friend

03. chapter two: barking up the wrong zenin tree

04. chapter three: keeping up (fake) appearances

05. chapter four: the monument to all your sins

06. chapter five: two sides to the same coin

07. chapter six: and that’s where love finds you, in the tragedies

08. chapter seven: where there’s smoke, there’s fire (and disaster)

09. chapter eight: two can keep a secret

10. chapter nine: the devil is in the details

11. chapter ten: bound

12. chapter eleven: be careful what you wish for

13. chapter twelve: there are no good people here

++ more to be updated!

+ notes: please remember—not everything is accurate to real-life situations & all things that happen here are fictional. sukuna doesn’t have tattoos on his face here, just his body and they’re not the same as the manga/anime. titles for unreleased chapters might change because i’m indecisive. related asks are under the tag #series: misbehaving

Yo, I just finished reading "Longing for you" and I just gonna say it was *chef's kiss*, like spare some talent pls >:0

I'm glad that you love it! Talent? Thank you for the compliment! Though I still need to practice writing and finding my own style of writing, a long way to go! Have a nice day ^^

Maybe... jealous xiao?

he becomes jealous

xiao

Honestly? You thought it would take a lot to get Xiao jealous.

He knew you were loyal to him. I mean, you've already submitted yourself to him fully knowing you were a mere mortal and he could live thousands of years—would he really get jealous of any man that just so happened to get closer to you than he would like?

...The answer is yes. Yes, he would be.

He had always known him dating a human would lead a thorny path, and he didn't mind that in the slightest. For you, he would overcome all.

But sometimes, he gets insecure. He knew the time you spend was short lived, and you could easily detach yourself from him and live a normal married life with a mortal man. It was a future that promised certainty, meanwhile dating an adeptus promised the opposite.

Would you really be fine staying with him when you had clearly better options?

So yes. He thought his jealousy was quite justified when he saw you engaged in lively chatter with another guy.

Xiao was normally capable of pasting on a poker face no matter what the circumstances, but this time, he couldn't resist the urge to twitch his lips downward. His eyebrows arched low, and he felt his eyes narrow in distaste. (He did manage to keep the growl to himself, though.)

“I didn't think I'd run into you here, [Name]!” your male friend exclaimed in glee, grabbing both of your hands. Xiao's gaze turned impossibly hostile.

“Me neither...! How did you end up here?” you responded with equal amount of shock, also harboring the same joy your friend felt when he found you. “This is far from our town!”

“You know, just exploring a bit,” he replied with a laugh. “I discovered a few treasure chests from ruins. I got some good artifacts!”

“Wait, really?! Let me see!”

The only thing left keeping Xiao from pulling you away was the giant smile on your face. No matter how impatient he became (and how awful it felt to be neglected), he couldn't steal away your happiness.

...Even if it came in the form of an annoying twat who stole your attention. Fuck.

Finally, after what felt like years (it's only been ten minutes, but you can't blame Xiao for being overdramatic on this one), your friend had the decency to acknowledge his presence. “Who's that with you?” he asked with a tilt of his head, curious about your companion.

You perked up, brightening like the sun. “Oh, this is...!” you excitedly held Xiao's hand, and his irritation melted away. just a little. “Xiao! My, um...” you shyly trailed off. “Lover.”

Xiao paused, momentarily surprised with your straightforward answer. “Yes.” he wrapped an arm around your waist for good measure. “Lover.”

Your friend blinked, thinking for a few seconds, before a snicker spilled from his lips.

...Why.

“Nice to meet you. [Name] talks about you a lot,” he teased, and your ears flushed crimson. “It's great I got the opportunity to see you.”

“...Likewise,” Xiao responded hesitantly, in the most insincere voice he had, and found no reason to make his reply any longer.

Seeing his presence was unwelcomed, he cleared his throat. “Anyway, I'll be taking my leave now,” your friend announced, packing up his stuff. “Wouldn't want to get in your way.”

“In our way...?” you repeated, confused.

“Yes!” he affirmed, throwing your boyfriend a knowing look. “Your way.”

(Xiao had underestimated your friend too much, it seems.)

“I'll get going, then,” he waved farewell before disappearing into the distance. You waved back, yelling out ‘goodbye’ while Xiao remained silent.

“We best be on our way too,” he commented, resuming his walk towards your destination. You raised a brow from his quickening pace and rushed to keep up.

“What are you rushing for?”

“It's almost nightfall,” he replied simply. “We should hurry.”

That sounded fairly reasonable, so you nodded in response, thinking nothing was wrong.

Many minutes later and after all your attempts to strike up a conversation ended shortly with Xiao's three-worded answers, you felt like you needed to address the problem at hand.

“Hey... is something wrong?” you brought up timidly, fiddling with your fingers. “You seem upset.”

He glanced at you for a few seconds before turning away. “What are you talking about?”

“You're normally not chatty, but this time, it's worse...” you stated. “Can you tell me what's bothering you?”

“There is nothing to worry about.”

You puffed your cheeks, huffing in retaliation. “That makes me worry even more. You know, you've been grumpy ever since-”

Ever since... ever since what?

“...Ever since my friend came to talk to us?” you finished off your sentence in a questioning tone. The puzzle pieces clicked into place and you curled your lips into a teasing smile. “Don't tell me you were just-”

“Shut up,” he warned, all bark and no bite—obvious by the way the tips of his ears turned red from embarrassment.

“Oh, come on, Xiao, he was just a friend!” you giggled, patting his shoulder comfortingly. “You have absolutely nothing to worry about!”

“I beg to differ...” he murmured to himself, purposely facing to the side so you couldn't see his face.

“...Are you seriously upset, though?” you followed up, jeering tone withering away. “You know that I love you, right? And only you.” you held his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Tell you what, I'll do anything. What can I do to make you feel better, hm?”

He timidly faced your figure, interested in your bribery. “Anything?”

You held up a peace sign. “As long as it's something I can do, yup!”

He stared at you for a moment before pulling you to a nearby rock. He took a seat before hoisting you up on his lap, immediately burying his face into your neck while he looped his arms around your waist. “Let's stay like this... for a bit.”

“Oh, just a hug? Alright.” surprised from the easy request, you returned the embrace.

He hummed, bothered by your comment. “Why, would you be willing to do more?”

“I thought it would be more demanding,” you admitted, playing with the tips of his hair. “Since it's you.”

Provoked, he clicked his tongue and kissed your neck. “If you insist, then.”

“He longs for a day to come when he will wear the mask and dance — not to conquer demons, but to the tune of that flute amidst a sea of flowers.” Experimental piece with xiao and venti color jitter brush scary