#adotcorbin

[beyondplusultra]

i saw ur tags on a 2/2 pose about how maruki doesn’t bring the dead yoshizawa back and i want you to know i think about that so often. maruki when i fucking get you

It's what Sumi wanted! It's what causes her the least amount of pain! It's fine :)

[insomnova]

so this anime rec isnt necessarily Fresh but can i offer: og saint seiya! solid 80’s shounen that’s just a good time :] also got the yaoi shoulder man

If you’re already familiar or aren’t interested, my next rec is pretty niche too: Princess Tutu! It’s a nice condensed story in 24 episodes centered around ballet and storyception stuff, its fun

oh ur hittin me with the OG anime recs 👏

i actually DID try out saint seiya a few years back but it was a little TOO sparkly for me when i made the attempt... that bright gold armor was a lot sjkhsjks

also princess tutu is only 24 episodes??? i expected that one to be longer somehow?? don't know why 🤔🤔🤔

[the-littlest-goblin]

For fic requests!! Might one request some Percy and Keyleth comforting each other after a rough night? I miss them and their friendship,,, ;;

Man, it’s been so long since I wrote for VM. Thanks for this, I missed these guys! 

Set pre-stream, after the fight where Keyleth accidentally killed that kid. Y’know the one.

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It’s very nice, the inn that Vex found for them to stay at while construction for their new keep is ongoing: a lavish establishment in the Cloudtop District, rooms at half-price after Vex dropped a wink and the Sovereign’s name to the clerk.

Keyleth is having a hard time appreciating the amenities tonight, though. She doesn’t deserve the beautiful view of Emon from her window. She doesn't deserve luxurious cotton sheets and feather pillows. And she definitely doesn’t deserve the celebratory victory drink her friends are enjoying at the bar downstairs.

She can still feel the phantom pull and break of the little boy’s neck snapping under her fingers.

Which is impossible, because it was her vine that did it, not her hand, and she didn’t feel it happen in the moment. But her imagination seems pretty sure of what it would have felt like, and won’t let her forget.

She shudders, hugging herself as a chill winter draft sends goosebumps prickling up her arms. There’s a fireplace in the room which she and Pike are sharing, but she doesn’t get up to light it. They’d had it burning earlier, and all Keyleth can see in the still-glowing embers are the cruel, golden eyes of the Dread Emperor.

There’s a knock on the door, and she jumps almost a foot in the air. Shaking her head in an attempt to rid herself of this fog, she calls out a weak, “It’s open,” preparing to put on a polite smile for a housekeeper or other employee.

Instead, it’s Percy’s snow-white head that pokes into the room, looking curious and concerned.

“Thought I might find you up here,” he says, shuffling in and closing the door behind him. “You snuck away from us.”

He hides his drunkenness well, with no slur to his words and no stumbling as he approaches the bed. If Keyleth hadn’t spent almost every day and night with him for months, she wouldn’t have noticed that his glasses are slightly askew, or how his hair is sticking up at the back like someone ruffled it, which a sober Percy would never allow.

“Yeah. I was just feeling, you know, a little too tired for partying.” She puts up that fake, polite smile, hoping that he’ll accept the excuse and just leave her alone. 

She can tell instantly that Percy isn’t fooled. Instead of leaving, he sits down next to her.

“What’s wrong?” he asks matter-of-factly, and Keyleth is a little taken aback. Not to say that Percy isn’t kind or caring (he’s not, but she wouldn’t say that), just that of everyone in Vox Machina, he’s not the one she would expect to check in on people or ask how they’re doing. Maybe it’s the ale.

“Nothing’s wrong. Like I said, I’m just tired.”

“Keyleth.”

Percy has a way with words. Usually, that means saying a lot of them really fast until people give him what he wants. Right now, it means packing multiple meanings into a single word. When he says her name, she hears, We both know that’s a lie, and Stop bullshitting me, and It’s ok, you can tell me, and I care about you.

It’s that last one that makes Keyleth’s eyes burn. She’s been fighting tears all night, but somehow it’s so much harder to keep them at bay with a witness. Which is such bullshit. Stupid tear ducts.

Percy knows, of course, what’s really wrong. He’s smart like that. 

“You were trying to help.”

That’s the final straw. Streams of tears pour from her eyes all at once, like the flood from a broken dam. She tries to keep it quiet, at least, but every few moments a gasping sob escapes her.

Percy doesn’t say anything, just puts an arm around her shoulder. The side of his coat is still stained heavily with blood, fresh enough that she can smell bitter metal as he pulls her closer to him. But stronger than that is the smoky scent of gunpowder that always clings to him. Keyleth found it unpleasant when they first met, choking the air when she stood near him. She’s used to it now, though. Now, it just smells like her friend.

Eventually, the blubbering slows down enough for her to lift her head up again. She must look like a complete mess, she thinks, with tear-tracks coating her cheeks and her eyes and nose redder than her hair.

“It-it doesn’t matter what I was trying to do,” she stutters out belatedly, still shaking. “I killed him. That’s what matters.”

“It always matters what you’re trying to do,” Percy says, calm and measured as ever. “It doesn’t change anything. It doesn’t fix anything. But it matters.” One corner of his mouth twitches up, just for a second. It’s a sad smile, for the moment it lasts. 

“You’re a good person, Keyleth. Yes, you made a mistake, you miscalculated. That doesn’t make you bad. Take it from someone who knows first-hand what that actually looks like.” 

“No, you’re a good person, Percy,” she murmurs.

“I’m really not. But that just means I know the real thing when I see it.” He smiles at her, and it reaches his eyes this time.

“Come on.” He pats her shoulder twice, then stands up, holding one hand out to her. “Come back downstairs with me. You need dinner, even if you don’t want to drink.”

Keyleth frowns at his outstretched hand. “They have room service here. I can just order something up.”

Percy shakes his head, reaching down to grab her by the hand and gently tugging her to her feet. “No way. You have a beautiful, post-crying glow about you now. What sort of friend would I be if I let you hide that away up here, all alone?” 

That forces a tiny laugh out of her, as she swipes the back of her free hand over her gross, runny nose. He pulls her towards the door, and she goes with only the barest show of reluctance.

“Good person,” she whispers to his back on the way downstairs, but he doesn’t seem to hear her over the din of the tavern, growing louder as they descend into the chaos of a Vox Machina celebration.

[freakxwannaxbe]

Considering everything is coming back to loop to about 2012/2014 can i guess your parasocial crush to be a minecraft youtuber

HA! You’re far off target, my friend!

However, now I’m thinking if I even follow any minecraft youtubers apart from like, Achievement Hunter, and they play it once a week among a plethora of games so do they even count?

[adotart]

penumbra oc doodle! before and after becoming an interstellar thief and needing a decent alias.

alexandra abrams vs alexandra kasperson (kas for short)

reblogs > likes

(please feel free to ask about her)

[insertsomthinawesome]

YEAAAH RETURN OF THE WHUMPTOBER KIIING!!!!!

AW SDLFKJDSLKJSDLGJSD -waves- I'm honored!! //>v<//

[saintseiya-zone]

do you know when the preorders for the FaNeMa Akuchon Plushies start on friday...?

Per tweet announcement, it seems it starts at 12:00 local time (Japan)

[freakxwannaxbe]

so random to drop in here but its always a delight to see your musings and art on my dash!! i know we’re not, like, officially friends or anything but i always see your stuff or you in my notifications and go “hey its my good friend and fellow self-shipper!!!” anyways i hope you have a good day!!!!

Ah, but we're mutuals and I think that's more than enough to see each other and excitedly go "oh hey it's them they exist that's nice!!!