#nyoops

[micecakes]

oops i spent most of my day grinding on games that kinda dont matter lol oh well, painting time now

[qiu-yan]

your controversial blorbo is getting dunked on in the fandom tag :c what do you do?

wei wuxian: jump in and start swinging. fight everyone who's mean to blorbo!!

lan wangji: block every hater

lan xichen: impassioned 50K essay as to why your blorbo did nothing wrong

jin guangyao: screenshot the bad takes and complain about them in private

nie mingjue: turn things around and roast THEIR blorbo

nie huaisang: dig through their blog for something to get them canceled

jiang yanli: just keep peacefully making pro-blorbo content

jiang cheng: dial down your public support for blorbo to avoid the fandom's wrat

Voting ended onJul 16, 2024

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

on one hand: i'm delighted that so many preorders this year are catching my eye, looking forward to new releases!!

but, on the other hand: holy crow, i started with thirty-four (34) potential acquisitions and i've only knocked it down to sixteen (16) so far. my poor wallet.

[kurbiismind]

Oh hey, The catgirl found new yarn balls :›

[ Nyoops is owned by @rosy-locks ]

[rosy-locks]

Nyoops pat emote for my discord server

[asexualbookbird]

character: I'M THIRSTY

me, suddenly realizing I haven't had anything to drink in hours: oh,

[magnificentbirb]

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[shinsoukokuvalentine]

Regret

(This one’s based off a Twitter post by @/gvtherroses and @/sheepkxng. Thanks for the patience!)

187/365: Regret

He was smiling when they found him.

Whoever did it was gone, lost in the dimly-lit subway tunnel. It’s a miracle that the entire passageway didn’t collapse because of the explosion, even as the ceiling crumbled and bricks fell from the walls, adding to the growing piles of abandoned debris.

Akutagawa and Atsushi rushed towards the sound of the blast as soon as they heard it. The crime syndicate that had been hiding there, one that both the Port Mafia and the Agency considered a threat, had already put up resistance. Wounds and casualties began to stack up on all sides.

But none of them hit as hard as him.

They couldn’t see who it was in the dim light, not until they were closer. Atsushi saw him first with the tiger’s eyes, freezing in place, and there must have been enough shock and horror on his face to give Akutagawa pause.

“Jinko?” He still called him that, even after working together for months. He frowned, backtracking towards Atsushi, reaching a hand out to shake his petrified body. “What is it?”

Atsushi turned to him, breath catching in his throat. Barely able to form words, going from deathly still to shaking all over, he spoke slowly,

“... It’s Dazai-san.”

Akutagawa’s eyes widened. Not a split second passed before he started running, running towards the body on the ground, breath ragged until it came out in coughs.

“DAZAI-SAN!”

Atsushi ran after him, barely able to control his own legs. Kneeling down next to the body on the floor so quickly that his knees scraped against the rough floor, Akutagawa immediately started applying pressure to every wound he could find. There were too many.

“Akutagawa-” Atsushi started to speak, finally catching up to him, flinching back and away from the pool of blood on the ground. He could see that Dazai still breathed, but barely, and his eyes flickered behind closing eyelids. Despite his furrowing brows, he still wore that smile. It was almost peaceful.

Akutagawa would have none of it.

“Dazai-san, stay awake!” Akutagawa cried, frantically trying to raise Dazai’s broken torso off the floor. “W-we can get you help-!”

“Akutagawa-” Atsushi started again, but Akutagawa began to scream.

“DON’T JUST STAND THERE, JINKO! HELP ME-!”

“RYUU!”

Silence. The only sound was their breathing; Atsushi’s shaky but slow, Akutagawa’s rapid and ragged, and Dazai’s, growing slower with every exhale.

Atsushi wrapped his arms around himself, not wanting to look at them anymore. He especially didn’t want to look at Akutagawa, who had turned to face him, his eyes more broken than Atsushi had ever seen before.

When Atsushi forced his words to rise to his mouth, it felt like spitting up bile.

“We’re too late,” he whispered.

Akutagawa’s shoulders rose and fell with every breath. He sat there, frozen for a minute, the silence sinking into their skin and down to their bones. Then, his eyes squeezed shut. He grimaced, the kind of face Atsushi makes when he’s about to cry. But Atsushi has never seen Akutagawa cry before.

Akutagawa’s entire body shook as he wrapped his arms around Dazai, holding him close, wrapping him in an embrace so tender that Atsushi had to remind himself who he was looking at.

He stepped forward, tiptoeing around the blood until he could no longer avoid it, coming to a stop at Akutagawa’s side.

“I… I’ll go on ahead,” he whispered, his eyes darting between Dazai and the blood. He couldn’t bear to look at either, so he fixed his sight on the wall, but he still found his quivering gaze being drawn back to his former teacher. “I’ll find whoever did this.” Already he could feel rage boiling in his stomach, mixing with his grief until it threatened to spill over.

Suddenly, Akutagawa grabbed his arm. Atsushi looked down, his heart pounding almost too loudly, nearly drowning out Akutagawa’s soft words.

“Stay with me.”

It was neither a command nor a plea. It was something different, something only Akutagawa could say. The quiet following his words seemed louder than before, and with what felt like a knife to his chest, Atsushi already knew why: only the sound of two people breathing echoed through the tunnel now.

With the tiniest of whimpers, Atsushi nodded, and with his own tears slipping down his cheeks, he stood vigil for the three of them; the mourners and the dead.