Wipe Your Feet

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[przeuszczski]

Okay no I don’t have a new chapter for Grim Knight but I do have a new piece of art for it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52935361/chapters/133905505

Pretend this is a nice hyperlink, I’m losing my mind

[przeuszczski]

Okay no I don’t have a new chapter for Grim Knight but I do have a new piece of art for it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52935361/chapters/133905505

Pretend this is a nice hyperlink, I’m losing my mind

[przeuszczski]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

"Let him go,” Atsumu said, his voice cold. “Yer only alive ‘cause he’s here.” "Where is he?” Iizuna’s voice didn’t lose its desperate edge, his chest still heaving as if he were mid-fight. “I—I can’t—I can’t feel the city—” "It’s an inverse bubble, you dumb fuck!” Osamu yelled from the chair, where he’d leaned back to further avoid the man.  His head, resting on the top of the backrest, turned to meet Iizuna’s stare.   Of the four men in the experimentation room, Osamu’s snarl was the only one to cast a secondary shadow the same way Iizuna’s face twisted.   They stared at each other, long enough for Atsumu to find Iizuna’s raised hand in the darkness and shoot.

Holy darnskies, everybody. This was supposed to come out in January, and anyone in my state can tell you that...nothing happened in January except learning how to resist.

I did go through five different outlines for this, before finally deciding the first one I outlined in 2023 is correct.

[przeuszczski]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

"Let him go,” Atsumu said, his voice cold. “Yer only alive ‘cause he’s here.” "Where is he?” Iizuna’s voice didn’t lose its desperate edge, his chest still heaving as if he were mid-fight. “I—I can’t—I can’t feel the city—” "It’s an inverse bubble, you dumb fuck!” Osamu yelled from the chair, where he’d leaned back to further avoid the man.  His head, resting on the top of the backrest, turned to meet Iizuna’s stare.   Of the four men in the experimentation room, Osamu’s snarl was the only one to cast a secondary shadow the same way Iizuna’s face twisted.   They stared at each other, long enough for Atsumu to find Iizuna’s raised hand in the darkness and shoot.

Holy darnskies, everybody. This was supposed to come out in January, and anyone in my state can tell you that...nothing happened in January except learning how to resist.

I did go through five different outlines for this, before finally deciding the first one I outlined in 2023 is correct.

[duckprintspress]

no nuance...

yes, I use generative AI as part of my creative process

no, I don't use generative AI as part of my creative process

Voting ended onDec 29, 2025

I should probably define what falls under the umbrella of generative AI here but I kinda don't feel like it, but like. using an image generator to make references. brainstorming by talking with chatgpt. generating images of characters as inspiration. all that kinda jazz counts. as of course does full-on using genAI to make your stuff.

remember that your vote is anonymous, so you don't have to out yourself on one side or the other when you share. I'm just curious what the spread is actually like when there's some anonymity. if you're wondering my own opinion it's in my original tags, but I'm attempting not to be judgemental in this accompanying text.

[duckprintspress]

just remember that if y'all want to see how bad the genAI users get ratioed, you need to reblog it...

[przeuszczski]

Yo! Anyone here for Grim Knight - I have not forgotten about it, I'm just...running into issues writing the ending I'd plotted out. Letting her cook for now, just wanted to keep you updated.

[przeuszczski]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Kuroo turned, his hand loosening around his gun.  As soon as it was loose enough that his left hand was free, Kenma took it by the wrist.  Kuroo hissed at the sudden pain from his wound, but then blinked down at the prosthetic fingers before he turned to him. Kenma was leaning into his space.  If it weren’t for the pinched eyebrows low over his eyes, flared nostrils, and mouth turned in an upside-down U, it would have been an intimate gesture. “Comfort me, you shitbag,” he growled. “Let Hoshiumi and Lev take care of it for a minute.  I need you.”

Not me procrastinating meal prep to post this..............................

[przeuszczski]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Kuroo turned, his hand loosening around his gun.  As soon as it was loose enough that his left hand was free, Kenma took it by the wrist.  Kuroo hissed at the sudden pain from his wound, but then blinked down at the prosthetic fingers before he turned to him. Kenma was leaning into his space.  If it weren’t for the pinched eyebrows low over his eyes, flared nostrils, and mouth turned in an upside-down U, it would have been an intimate gesture. “Comfort me, you shitbag,” he growled. “Let Hoshiumi and Lev take care of it for a minute.  I need you.”

Not me procrastinating meal prep to post this..............................

[przeuszczski]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Grim paused, obviously fighting something Hibarida was pushing on him.  The lack of attention let Osamu sit up.  He’d seen this super’s register.  He could kill with a touch.  He– He let up one of his brother’s shoulders as Hibarida stood over him, and set a hand on Atsumu’s bare skin.  Osamu felt the world stop in that moment, and he tried moving.  The overwhelming fear in his chest must have been enough for Hibarida to notice him–he had just enough to lurch forward like he was going to stand, maybe push himself to his feet– But the world only turned on its side, and Osamu could only watch as Atsumu’s arms fell. When he opened his mouth as if to scream, he found there was–again–nothing for him.   Faced with the void and living in a world where Atsumu wasn’t there to make the sun shine, Osamu gladly let the void take him.  

Life is short and corporations are BS. Write the rage fantasy about killing billionaires on your company's WFH setup.

[przeuszczski]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Grim paused, obviously fighting something Hibarida was pushing on him.  The lack of attention let Osamu sit up.  He’d seen this super’s register.  He could kill with a touch.  He– He let up one of his brother’s shoulders as Hibarida stood over him, and set a hand on Atsumu’s bare skin.  Osamu felt the world stop in that moment, and he tried moving.  The overwhelming fear in his chest must have been enough for Hibarida to notice him–he had just enough to lurch forward like he was going to stand, maybe push himself to his feet– But the world only turned on its side, and Osamu could only watch as Atsumu’s arms fell. When he opened his mouth as if to scream, he found there was–again–nothing for him.   Faced with the void and living in a world where Atsumu wasn’t there to make the sun shine, Osamu gladly let the void take him.  

Life is short and corporations are BS. Write the rage fantasy about killing billionaires on your company's WFH setup.

[przeuszczski]

Gentle reminder to take your medication!

[ceann-cinnidh]

I was never into the superbat ship until now. This Clark FUCKS and this Bruce CRIES DURING SEX.

[sailor-crusader-deactivated2025]

It's not like I like you or anything! P-Pendejo!

[przeuszczski]

So uh Baldur’s Gate 3 is hitting me hard lately

[przeuszczski]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“You’re insane.” “Yeah, I am,” Miya stood straighter. “Look, I know this is a rough day fer ya, but if that’s Hibarida, he’s got ‘Samu, or he knows where he is.  I ain’t steppin’ int’a anything lightly, but I’ll be damned if I let this opportunity t’a spill some billionaire blood pass.  Can ya intercept that elevator?” Kiyoomi frowned, turning back to the screen.  It was still climbing, the numbers beside it growing larger with each second.   He turned back to Miya, half-expecting to see the crazed expression he’d come to know when Osamu was involved. When he couldn’t find a trace of it, he snapped back to the computer, typing in the command.  

Not me quick getting this up before my cat gets used to the idea that I'm home x.x

Let me know what you think!

[przeuszczski]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“You’re insane.” “Yeah, I am,” Miya stood straighter. “Look, I know this is a rough day fer ya, but if that’s Hibarida, he’s got ‘Samu, or he knows where he is.  I ain’t steppin’ int’a anything lightly, but I’ll be damned if I let this opportunity t’a spill some billionaire blood pass.  Can ya intercept that elevator?” Kiyoomi frowned, turning back to the screen.  It was still climbing, the numbers beside it growing larger with each second.   He turned back to Miya, half-expecting to see the crazed expression he’d come to know when Osamu was involved. When he couldn’t find a trace of it, he snapped back to the computer, typing in the command.  

Not me quick getting this up before my cat gets used to the idea that I'm home x.x

Let me know what you think!

[przeuszczski]

Anyone here for Grim Knight should know I wanted to post tonight but my cat refreshed my page before I could hit submit and lost all my formatting 😭😭 the culprit is too cute to be too angry with but I am going to post tomorrow.