Neko ★ She/Her ★ 27 ★ Libra ★ Sweden ★ ✿ Main: @kamikazeworld - Welcome to my art/writing blog! ✿ This is where I dump any doodles, illustrations, writing or other artsy project I take on! Please enjoy! (*＾▽＾)／
Promo for some of the art I made for my partnered author's fic! It'll drop on Ao3 on March 5th, so please keep an eye out for KamikazeWorld or LynyrdLionheart that day! ;3
Something I feel a lot of people seem to forget about the relationship between the peak lords and bingqiu is that, at the end, Yue Qingyuan quietly gave Shen Qingqiu his approval and support. He was the one who urged him forward towards Binghe with a smile, letting him know he always had a home there, so he should do what makes him happy right now. He saw the love his shidi and most special person held for Binghe even in the wake of all the pain and destruction, and said in his own way "I support you".
Whatever feelings there are about their past, whatever the shape of his affection for Shen Qingqiu, it is canon that Shen Qingqiu has his FULL unconditional support in his relationship with Luo Binghe. And honestly? I love that so much.
Okay but for real, how comes half the fandom (both western and asian) depict Shen Qingqiu with green eyes? The first book states pretty clearly early on that his eyes are black, so I'm genuinely curious where it started?
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First chapter of my fic for @seven-sins-zadr based on the prompt "Wrath" under the cut! 638 words total. Enjoy!
They had been going for half an hour and Dib didn’t even know what they were fighting about anymore. It was always something; a dumb joke that landed wrong, someone forgot to do a chore, two geniuses simply being too stubborn to not butt heads… It didn’t really matter, he thought, because it always resulted in the same thing.
“You’re such a fucking asshole!” he yelled. Zim was glaring murder at him.
“YOU’RE the asshole!” he bellowed back. He was so damn loud, but Dib would not let him win, not even in this.
“SHUT UP!” he yelled back. “Just shut the fuck up already! Every single thing that comes out of your mouth drives me INSANE, I fucking can’t with you! You never listen, you never give a single shit about anyone but yourself, you’re so fucking useless–”
A fist slammed hard into Dib’s mouth, effectively cutting him off. He only just felt the sting of his lip having split against his teeth, but he didn’t, couldn’t care; he was too angry.
It was on now.
Not thinking of anything but how much he wanted to drive his entire fist through Zim’s skull, Dib launched, both of them screaming, overcome by a kind of primal rage only the other could drag out of them. Fists flew, feet kicked, hair was pulled, and at one point Zim got in a nasty bite at Dib’s arm.
Later, when they were both spent and aching and covered in blooming bruises, scrapes and even blood, they would lay on the floor, harsh and labored breathing filling the stillness of dust settling. This time saw them side by side, an arm’s length between them.
Dib looked over at Zim, who was glaring at the ceiling with his one good eye and waiting for his injuries to heal (a benefit he had that Dib always envied).
“Hey,” he tried, the word coming out in a breathless hiss. Zim grunted in response. “Zim. Look at me?”
It took a moment, but eventually he did, giving Dib full view of the other eye he busted and making him wince. His own bloodied and bruised cheek and lips stung in sympathy.
“I’m sorry,” Dib whispered. It was so quiet in the aftermath of their screaming, he couldn’t bring himself to speak louder. He didn’t think his throat would allow it if he tried.
Zim continued to stare at him, expression tired and unreadable.
“I’m sorry for… for the eye. And everything else. I didn’t mean any of the things I said, I was just so, so angry. I didn’t mean it. You know that… right?”
“I know,” Zim said. He tilted his head to look away from Dib’s eyes, gaze resting near his chest instead. “I’m… sorry too.”
“You’re not useless,” Dib insisted. “You’re not.”
“Neither are you,” Zim said back. He sounded as tired as Dib felt.
"We should… We should probably figure out a way to deal with these things without pummeling each other senseless, huh,” Dib proposed with a self deprecating huff. He watched Zim shrug next to him.
Silence fell around them for a moment, joining the stillness. They weren’t breathing as harshly anymore.
“Hey,” Dib prodded.
“What?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Dib.” He let out a sigh. “I can… Zim can try, if you can too. To be less… angry.”
“Yeah? We can try together. Sounds good?”
Zim finally looked back at him, a small, hopeful smile on his green lips. Even beaten up, he looked gorgeous like that, and Dib found himself matching the expression (split, aching lips be damned). They reached their hands across the space separating them, palms finding each other and fingers intertwining with the ease of practice made habit. Zim moved their joined hands to place a kiss on Dib’s bruised knuckles.
BOY HOWDY I GOT UNREASONABLY INTO THIS xD It's finally done thoughhhh! This was supposed to be my entry for @alt-zadr-b1tch3z "glitter" day, buuut.... well. It's a bit late for that I guess haha >v> either way please have this little piece of zadr in space! <3
HOLY BATMAN I FINISHED IT!!!! Not anywhere near in time but eh xD you take what you can get.
SO YEAH this is my (late) entry for @alt-zadr-b1tch3z day one: Neon!! Tried a whole bunch of new things with the coloring and really tried pushing myself and I actually really like how it turned out ; v ; Hopefully I'll get at least one or two more pieces in before he week's completely over xD
*YELLS* IT'S DONE!!!
I've been working on this for so long it actually feels weird sharing it now hhhhh BUT I hope you all like it! It's actually my first time trying to emulate someone else's style properly and it was a learning experience for sure
SO YEAH, have some absolutely soft NTWEWY joshneku!!
Title: The First Week (of the Rest of Their Lives)
Ship: None
Chapters: 1/1
Words: 1446
Warnings: None
Summary:
Neku’s last memory when he wakes up at the Scramble Crossing on the first day back alive is a gun against his head, in the hands of a boy he trusted, and the sound of a shot being fired.
A look at those first seven days back alive, and how Neku reached the point of inviting Joshua by day seven.
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