Just to make a point, every time I finished a panel of this I would export it as a PNG on the perceptual setting and use it as a color reference for the next panel
IT'S BAD
PLEASE CHECK YOUR COLOR SETTINGS
EDIT: If you're still having problems, it might help to switch from "Save/Save as" to "Export (as a) Single Layer". Just. Make SURE the box labeled "Expression Color" is set to RGB. I've been messing with this all day, and it looks like this combination of settings will allow exported PNGs to maintain their colors perfectly. To you. So far both Discord and Toyhouse still only display desaturated images and I cannot for the life of me figure out why
I am begging on my knees for some of the Yautja Fanboys to stop embedding their discussion on female Yautja with their internalized misogyny.
No, Female Yautja aren't less prone to combat. They literally are just in charge of everything else and it's less likely for them to leave to go off planet for such a long time. It's canon that they will sometimes break male Yautja's bone during mating when they get too excited/throw them.
And most importantly, they do not just look like giant sexy human women with more reptilian traits! There is canon variation in their build and appearance outside being bipedal and sometimes the presence of breasts, but they aren't bigger human women with some paint and scales slapped on!
Now tell me why when I woke up bleary, in a daze, still kind of asleep this morning, rolled over, grabbed my phone, and immediately looked up "eren yeager titan fight"
I DON'T EVEN WATCH AOT? what was I dreaming about to make me do this LMAO?
content: 3rd POV [Y/N], cuddling, holding, general cuteness and talks about masculinity 😌
Summary: Zenitsu learns what it's like to be someone else's support.
Zenitsu had always been a flighty person. Anxious, fearful—he wanted to be protected and looked after, too unconfident to do so himself. He looked for refuge in others. He wanted reassurance from the outside. He never considered himself much of a man. Not that he didn't want to be a man; but that he couldn't be one.
Though, all of that changed, with her in his arms.
It was unfortunate, he thought. He had so much love to give if only someone would receive it. Zenitsu had a big, adoring heart.
He lay awake one night after a mission, stuck with his repeating thoughts of lowliness. Was that so, that he'd always be the one being protected?
A light knock came to his door. He sat up, asking who it was and told them they could enter. A blush dusted his cheeks when he realized it was none other than [Y/N], but that bashfulness was quickly replaced by concern as he noticed the tears in her eyes and the redness around them. His caring nature kicked in. "What's wrong?" he asked, scooting back against the wall as she came over. She looked and sounded like she was holding back much more tears than she was. Distantly, Zenitsu recognized that when he cried, he cried with complete shamelessness and looked ugly doing it. Even now, she was still angelic, and he felt his soft heart break a little seeing that beauty he admired so much tear-stained.
"You were the only person up," she sniveled, sitting down on his bed with no hesitance. He was taken aback slightly by how forward she was about doing such things; most people would be more apologetic, politer for the sake of it being eleven o'clock on a night that the both of them really should have been asleep on. Was this how everyone saw him? He realized he was experiencing for the first time, a taste of his own medicine. Not that he minded in the least.
"[Y/N], you're crying, tell me what's wrong," he insisted, shuffling closer to hold her hand. Hers were so warm and soft. He didn't train much, but his were still somewhat rough. They'd known each other long enough for him to feel like he could touch her hand without it being weird.
She wiped her face and more tears started spilling out. "I'm just so tired sometimes," she said, voice wobbly. He had to listen hard to make out what she was saying. Past her words, his keen ears picked up on the sound of her sadness. It made him want to search for the source. "Someone I know is dead. He's been dead, and I didn't even know until now," she strained. "I've been sending him letters for weeks with no response. I thought maybe that he was busy."
Zenitsu's brows furrowed up. He felt strangely uncomfortable with the roles being switched here, knowing he was going to have to be the one to reassure her instead of the other way around. It wasn't any trouble—he wanted to—he just started to learn what it was like to have to console someone. She broke in a pause to try to stop a sob from coming out. He took his chance to lead the conversation. "What happened to him?" he asked softly.
He wasn't going to cry, but the warbling sound of her despair touched his soul.
"Killed by a demon," she finally said, disdain on her face. "He was my best friend growing up!"
He was figuring out what to say when she suddenly fell into his arms, wrapping hers around his neck and shoulder before crying into his chest. The buttons of his night clothes were half undone, and he felt her wet cheek against his skin, tears rolling down his stomach. He froze—surprise overtook him for a moment. Her emotions came out full force, then, only able to keep her sobbing down by burying her face into his pajamas. He looked down at her as she crawled further into his lap. He wrapped his arms around her on instinct, a gentle hand cupping her shoulder as he dipped down.
"You can cry, it's okay," he cooed. He couldn't help his own sad smile.
A girl had come to him looking for refuge. Protection from everything in the world, even just for a few minutes. He felt honored. For the first time, he was someone else's rock. And while he knew that was its own burden to carry at times, he could see the world through Tanjirou's eyes.
He leaned back into the wall and pulled her closer. She could feel his warm breath against her ear as he whispered, "I may not be good for much, but please don't stop coming to me like this."
It was weird, he thought, how her moment of pain was a moment of healing for him. Something more masculine inside of him was awakened. Girls should be safe and protected, you're a man, Zenitsu, he told himself despite his own doubts. Be her refuge! He studied her. Then himself. She was smaller than him, even though he was short, himself. He compared his hand to her daintier shoulder, then her thinner wrist…it hadn't struck him until now that maybe he was strong. He was no Tanjirou, nor Inosuke, but for her, he could be strong. He'd make himself be strong.
As the summer night brought forth, it was hot in the room—combined with her body heat, he was sweating. He moved her away slightly to strip of his night shirt and smiled, apologizing that he was overheating. Perhaps a part of him wanted to feel more of her on his skin, for that contact to pound into his brain that this was real, and he was real, and that maybe, just maybe, he was not who he thought he was.
She rested her chin against his solid chest. He curled her up into him like he was a shield. He'd be her shield. She tucked her face into his neck, he nuzzled the side of her head with his. People need each other, he thought. Humans weren't meant to suffer alone. He needed Tanjirou's strength just and she needed Zenitsu's.
His fingers brushed light circles and strokes against her, his heart slowing from its racing to a steady beat. She sniffled.
"Thank you for this, [Y/N]," he said quietly, and planted a long kiss on her temple.
The life of a demon slayer dictates constant travel. One city to another, region after region; Tanjirou felt as though he was always on his feet, always going and moving—and that was fine. It was all for his sister. He'd endure the exhaustion and the pain of fractured bones irritated by his every step if it meant finding the cure. But after every fight, he looked forward to having some kind of bed and a meal to come home to, even if it was just a pallet on the floor and two plain rice balls.
To his surprise, too, he'd picked up people along the way. Zenitsu and Inosuke had now been traveling with him for some time. Then, it was you, another demon slayer he'd encountered at a battle site. His list of friends to protect just seemed to keep growing and growing. Though, luckily, all of you (excluding Zenitsu) were quite capable. He felt safe knowing he had so many people to have his back.
Tanjirou was light on his feet, trying to enter the room quietly with the creaky floors. Your little group had split up momentarily for you to follow a lead in the opposite direction of where the crow lead Tanjirou, Zenitsu, and Inosuke. The demon you had to exterminate was a handful but not too much for one person. So you all said your brief goodbyes, and Tanjirou, with his kind eyes, wished you your safety. You couldn't feel worried about your own mission knowing that those three had to be taking on a powerful demon, as it required three entire people. Still, Tanjirou returned. Albeit with scratches, scrapes, bruises, and a couple more fractures—he still came home, hours after you had trudged back into the inn you all agreed to meet back at. If he would have guessed, it was two o'clock in the morning. All he wanted was to eat and go to bed.
He stepped into the room. Inosuke, loud behind him, started to trample past them to get in, shoving Zenitsu back onto the porch. Tanjirou whipped around angrily. "Keep quiet, she's asleep!" he hissed at him in a low voice. Inosuke seemed like he was about to challenge that until Tanjirou have him "the look", to which he folded his arms and entered less raucously. Tanjirou closed his eyes and sighed. You were bound to get woken up with all the racket between the three of them.
"I just want to go to sleep and never wake up," Zenitsu moaned, dragging himself in on his heels.
"You should get in and rest as much as you can, Zenitsu, we still have to leave as soon as possible tomorrow," said Tanjirou. "You're not hungry?"
"I am!" Inosuke answered as he slid over. He snatched the wrapped-up riceball Tanjirou had taken out. He wanted to be mad, but he didn't have the energy. Inosuke had a bottomless stomach, anyway.
"I guess I'm not," Zenitsu sniffled, falling to his knees on his pallet.
Minutes after devouring the riceball Inosuke was passed out, Zenitsu was tossing and turning trying to stop thinking about the earlier demon they had to take care of, and that left Tanjirou to eat alone. "Food always tastes better when you're eating together," Zenitsu had said the first night they all slept together at the wisteria house. Tanjirou agreed. Suddenly, the food didn't feel all that worth it as he was sitting up alone in the dark eating to the sounds of Inosuke's snoring. Until he heard rustling in the covers next to him.
"Tanjirou?" you asked, propping up onto your elbow as you tried to keep your eyes open. You felt a bleary sense of relief seeing all three of them back in one piece, with Nezuko presumably safe in her box. The only one awake was Tanjirou. Just how late—or early—was it?
He swallowed his bite, looking over at you and surprised to see you up. You'd slept through all that noise but somehow managed to get woken up while he was at his quietest. He chuckled lightly, "Sorry if we woke you," he said. He set down his food to scoot in your direction. "We got back only a little bit ago."
More conscious now, you sat up with a smile. "No, you didn't wake me up. I've been stirring for a while," you told him, which seemed to help him relax. Even in the cold pale moonlight, he still looked so warm with those inviting eyes of his. "Are you hurt?" you questioned.
"Well, I am," he laughed lightly, putting up a polite hand, "but it's nothing I can't handle."
You let out a breath. Every time they all came home relatively alright was a win in your book. "I'm really glad. I worried the whole time I was taking care of that demon over in town," you said, resting your forehead against your knee. Next to you, Zenitsu seemed to finally have gotten to sleep.
Tanjirou's heart fluttered.
Comfortable silence came over the two of you. He wanted to urge you to go back to bed as he wanted you to be as rested as you could be, but another part of him that he deemed selfish almost wanted a few minutes more with you. When your stomach grumbled, he perked. "Oh, I have more rice, if you're hungry," he said, digging around for the second rice ball. You couldn't help but smile—Tanjirou was always so giving.
He handed it to you, where your fingertips barely touched. Even from a small touch, you could feel how tough and calloused his hands were. "Thank you!" you beamed.
The both of you sat up in front of each other to eat, the rice suddenly much more satisfying than it had been when he was eating alone. Maybe it was true, he thought, that eating with others really did make food taste better. Maybe it made him feel good to share his food. He wasn't sure what made it much more happy, but, he flashed you a grin as he finished his knowing that you wouldn't go to bed hungry.
"That was nice," he cooed. He stripped of his haori and neatly folded it to set it aside.
The built-up exhaustion from the day leading up to this hit him, his body aching as he gently laid himself down. He wouldn't complain, though. You also relaxed underneath the thick covers, but it wasn't enough to hide the slight tremble of your body as you tried to get comfortable again. You were trying to ignore the pain in your leg and your shoulder, but it smarted every time you moved. It couldn't have been as bad as what Tanjirou had been through. That's what you told yourself as you chose not to mention your injuries.
From the corner of your eye you saw Tanjirou studying you, causing a warmth to come to your cheeks.
"Are you cold?" he inquired, voice soft.
"A little bit," you replied. Casually, to try to brush off the fact that you were actually freezing. Nights were cold out there, and the tiny inn was not well insulated nor had a fire going.
What would Tanjirou do when his siblings were cold? He thought on it for a second, remembering how they would sometimes all sleep together on winter's coldest nights, warm and safe under his protection. The idea of doing so with you made him blush. But his own shyness wasn't enough to override his nurturing sense.
"Here," he said, and moved closer. He tentatively slid your pallet toward his to fill the gap on the chilly floor, which surprised you as it was quite effortless. "We could…"
Your mind filled in the gap. Both of you were simultaneously grateful that the low light would not reveal the red dust on either of your faces,
"Just until you get warmed up!" he added. Zenitsu stirred in his sleep behind you, telling Tanjirou that he needed to keep it down.
You swore your hands were shaking slightly as you took him on his offer and started to shimmy closer. Why did he feel so stiff? Why was it so hard to hold you even though he really wanted to?
He noticed your hesitance to move in certain ways. He knew that sore feeling all too well. But your case seemed to be worse than simple soreness.
Chuckling awkwardly, you both settled into each other, the combined body heats apparent under the covers. How was Tanjirou so warm?
"This is a little weird for me," he admitted with a smile. He couldn't keep a straight face—not when you were laying but a few inches from him.
"I know," you responded with a laugh. Silence came again, this time leaving you to look into his dark eyes. You wouldn't dare cuddle up with Inosuke in fear that impulse would get the best of him and he'd get curious, and Zenitsu was too clingy. But you felt completely safe with Tanjirou, a sensation your life had lacked for months being on the road by yourself.
He lifted his arm to wrap it over your side, featherlight and so careful to not touch anything wrong. He gave you a look to ask permission; you granted. Tanjirou was respectful. He pulled his blanket farther over the both of you.
You reciprocated. There was tension between you, some silent conversation going on between your bodies that this was what you were doing now. Each of you followed what felt like a natural lead.
"Did you get hurt while you were out? I saw you wince," he asked as he shifted to allow you to hold his side.
You looked away, conscious of the pain in your limbs. You wanted to say "No, I'm okay," but the reality was that he already knew. You signed, putting your good arm over your eyes. "I tore my left hamstring and dislocated my right shoulder," you put it plainly.
Tanjirou jumped in shock. "You dislocated your shoulder? We have to fix it!" he said, nervous about whatever he was fixing to have to do. He could already feel the crunch and pop beneath his fingers he was imagining from setting the bone back in its place.
Grabbing his shoulder, you guided him back down. "No, no, it's not dislocated anymore," you said to calm him, but he still looked concerned.
"But how?"
"I rammed it into a wall," you answered. His grave expression almost made you giggle. "The force put it back in place, it just hurts pretty badly, now."
He was wishing they had a doctor on standby how they did back at the Wisteria House. His limited knowledge of at-home remedy would have to do, but that could only go so far itself.
It was his turn to sigh. "And your leg?"
"It'll heal."
"Don't hide stuff like that from now on," he told you, his brotherly attitude taking over.
Cheeks red hot from both embarrassment and the way his arm squeezed just a little tighter on your waist, you nodded, and he softened. "Got it," you said.
What happened next was the unknown conversation between you talking. Warm bodies got closer, legs intertwined. He was reluctant, not certain as to what he was supposed to be doing but just doing what he thought was right. Likewise, you did the same, and that brought you two forehead-to-forehead, still looking each other in the eyes. He was afraid to take initiative and touch you without your permission, but he wanted to feel your skin. Anxious, his fingers brushed your clothed waist.
You heard rustling behind you and whipped your head around to find Zenitsu had rolled over to face you and Tanjirou, still fast asleep. A few feet away, Inosuke let out a gravelly snore.
How romantic, you thought, Freight Train Inosuke making the background music to yours and Tanjirou's tender moment.
"I…" Tanjirou tried to speak. He had no words. "I don't…"
You slid your hand up to cup his cheek. "I know," you whispered, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. It took him a second to come to, holding the back of your head as he planted a light kiss on yours in return. That peck turned into something greater but not hungry; there was no lust behind his touches or his lips, only love and appreciation. There was a time and a place for that, Tanjirou thought distantly, but now was not it. He wanted to enjoy things as they were.
"Sorry, I don't really know what I'm doing," he murmured as you parted.
"Me neither," you replied with a giggle. Your thumb brushed his hot cheek. "You're handsome, Tanjirou," you said, stretching forward to kiss his forehead. You couldn't help but feel his bicep through his shirt; the boys' strength just fascinated you at times. "And strong," you added, bashful of your own intrusion.
He smiled. "You know you're beautiful, right? And you're strong, too, I feel better knowing you also have my back," he said in earnest.
He was such a gentleman. Not only a kind lover but also a friend, one that you couldn't believe you'd gone your life without.
The road ahead would be rough, and more challenges would only keep coming. But you could live with that, with Tanjirou by your side.
You know Hyuga style martial arts in Naruto? Which is basically soft-palming people with chakra strikes to block and derail their chakra from specific points? That but instead of chakra hands it's Cursed Energy in Jujutsu Kaisen and it hinders their cursed energy flow, that shit would be MY technique
It's theonedownfortheninjaturtles lol this is my other blog, @mysticboombox , I just wanted to show off my character here in my art blog! I haven't decided on his name yet, it might be Garth or Gore, but anyways, ✨ yeah✨
