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Work has been busy so finishing up Jiujiu!Jiang Cheng from here is how I’m coping! I can’t tell if the colors are looking wonky or not (curse of digital art and why I only use night shift lightly).
Second Jiang Cheng in an art nouveau inspired style (this being the first).
#jiang cheng#jin ling#cql#mdzs#the untamed#art noveau#work in progress#okay why is the moon thing hanging between the lotus and JC eg not anywhere that makes physical sense#because I NEED Jc to be haloed by moonlight DO UOU SEE MY VISION#scene: kl has been screaming through the night so desperate and sleep deprived Jc brings him to his happy place#you know this is fantasy because no one looks that good sleep deprived from a screaming baby
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“Hurtful frustration pt. 1”
Sometimes siblings argue with each other 🤷♀️
BEHOLD THE ANGST!! My back is dead and my sanity is gone after the finals but I had this idea planned out in my drafts for a hot while so y’all shall suffer with me >:3
After Wukong and Macaque got imprisoned in the scroll by Azure Lion our two sweet little beans Yan Hao and Liling manage to escape but the atmosphere between them feels heavy.
Yan Hao obviously belongs to @lopsushi >:3
Eat up and see ya next time folks!
*skidaddles*
#lego monkie kid#lmk#shadowpeach#lmk ocs#lost calamity au#lmk oc#lmk oc art#lmk macaque#lmk shadowpeach#lmk sun wukong#lopsushi#angst#lmk shadowpeach au#original comic#mini comic#f me i forgot the tags#yan hao#li ling#mk lmk#i need sleep#lmk six eared macaque#lmk wukong#lmk monkey king#fan kid#monkie kid fanart#if i suffer y'all suffering with me!
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various lings because why the hell not!!
#i swear to god if this gets labeled as nudity i will fucking kill someone#ling yao#fmab#fullmetal alchemist#sandwichart#fanart#sketch#can you tell i love drawing him with his hair down#i've been trying to learn about chinese clothing but between being pretty fucking tired and sleep deprived#i can't figure out what period his clothes should be from#i'm sure it's not that hard#i just need to look harder....#so#sorry for drawing clothes wrong i SWEAR i will draw accurate clothes!!!!!
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Ok , so , hear me out . I like to imagine that when Mello's like in his late 30's or early 40's ( post kira , and obv he survived 🙄) he would get a phoenix tattoo maybe on his burnt arm or chest to cover the scars yk. I was inspired for this headcanon when I saw a video online that said that apparently a phoenix tattoo represents someone who has dealt with anger issues and have overcome them . So , like , it makes sense that afterall the shit he's been thru like pre kira and post kira , when he started working with Near under the title of L , that eventually lead to both of them admitting their feelings for each other and starting a relationship, he went from (one sided) hating to a very mutual loving relationship with Near . This relationship has helped him helped him and Near a lot mentally too . Like ofc he still has bad days sometimes but now Near is with him. He always was , but , we all know that his pride was too much for him to admit that he needs help , much less from NEAR of all people . So , yeah , he does have rage fits , but they're not as bad as they were during or before the Kira case . And I can totally imagine that Near would be like "oh , ok , fine by me if Mello wants to get a tattoo" and then seeing Mello shirtless with the tattoo and looking a X1000 times more hot. Like he would just blush redder than the ripest of tomatoes and just melt into a puddle cuz "OmG , Omg , omg , Mello looks so hottttt" . Maybe when they are cuddling sometime later , Near may like to just admire that tattoo and maybe even trace patterns on it.
#death note#mihael keehl#mello#nate river#meronia#near#near death note#my headcanon#my first headcanon#im like so sorry if smth doesn't make sense but i need to sleep and this headcanon was ling overdue#*long overdue#ughhh but i love this soo muchhhh#pls make a fic abt this
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Goodnight, Doraemon | 时光代理人 (Link Click)
Qiao An was watching television and cracking open sunflower seeds when the text from his daughter scared him. Cheng Xiaoshi is in the hospital, it read. Can you come?
Four sets of chopsticks, three meals, and two souls.
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Rated: Gen
Characters: Cheng Xiaoshi, Qiao Ling’s Dad, Qiao Ling
Relationships: Cheng Xiaoshi & Qiao Ling’s Dad, Cheng Xiaoshi & Qiao Ling
Tags- Family, Parent-Child relationships, Parenthood, Food as a metaphor for Love, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Cheng Xiaoshi needs a hug, AND HE IS GONNA GET ONE!!, Father-Son Relationship
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Qiao An was watching television and cracking open sunflower seeds when the text from his daughter scared him.
Cheng Xiaoshi is in the hospital, it read. Can you come?
The news program that he had been watching mindlessly dimmed to almost nothingness without him needing to touch the remote. Qiao An swiped his phone from the coffee table, scattering sunflower seed shells onto the floor along the way. He called Qiao Ling, who picked up too late for his taste.
“Lingling,” he said. “What’s going on?”
Qiao Ling’s voice was chalky with exhaustion.
“Baba,” she said. “Cheng Xiaoshi got shot.”
Qiao An put the words together and traced their meaning in a seamless line, and yet he could not comprehend them. He stood up from his seat and pressed his phone tight to his face.
“What do you mean?” he demanded. “Was there a fight?”
Even as he said it, he disbelieved it. Cheng Xiaoshi had the sort of mouth that could get him in trouble, but the sort of heart that would compel anyone to forgive him for it. If someone had shot him, it would be in cold blood. The thought made Qiao An’s chest spark with fury, like a cigarette lighter too close to the gas stove.
“Someone was trying to hurt us,” Qiao Ling said. She sounded like the little girl that her father always saw her as. “He tried to stop them.”
“Are you all right?” Qiao An demanded. “Is Xiaoshi—what are the doctors saying?”
“I’m okay now,” she said, without sounding it. “Cheng Xiaoshi is in surgery. He lost a lot of blood, and the bullet—I don’t know if—“
Qiao An had already gone into his bedroom to dig out a pair of trousers and coat to throw over his sleep shirt. His wife stirred in her sleep on the other side of the mosquito net, but she did not wake up. He filled a backpack with anything he could put his hands on that he thought could help–a cardigan, if either Cheng Xiaoshi or Qiao Ling were cold. Their toothbrushes, which Cheng Xiaoshi kept a spare in their bathroom whenever he was too lazy to go back home. A book from the living room that the kids used to read all the time–it had been collecting dust in the bottom shelf for years, but in the light of their mortality Qiao An could only remember how to care for little children.
Read on AO3!
#lc writes#link click#shiguang daili ren#shiguang dailiren#cheng xiaoshi#qiao ling#Not a multi chap fic not a fic inspired by sleeping at last but a secret third option#I need this beast to die
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this came to me in a dream
#will try to upload better pics tomorrow i need to sleep now byw#xi ping#zhou ying#zhou ying's cat#bai ling#tai sui#my art#🍀#my tai sui art
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as much as I make fun of him as being cringefailure e-catboy, I sometimes think about how he canonically likes puppies and the thought makes me cry 😔😔
#like he had his puppies sent away for Wei Wuxian knowing he is terrified of them???? 😭😭#literally the sweetest fucking thing i’ve thought about#i just woke up literally 10 minutes ago and went: yeah jiang cheng canonically likes puppies and CRIED#he helped Jin Ling train fairy and that’s my hc (unless it’s actually canon… i’ve only watched the donghua 👁️👁️)#someone pls confirm this i need to know#as much as i make fun of him I love him so much I simply cannot breathe#jiang cheng#mo dao zu shi#the untamed#grandmaster of demonic cultivation#魔道祖师#ok goodnight i go back to sleep now
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"Sometimes all I wanna do on rainy days is sleep..."
#Ling speaks#putting aside that the sound of rain is soothing#it's also dark and that's crucial for someone like me#who sleeps during the day#I need it to be dark#and that's what it was today#dark and rainy#just what I needed
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Had a fun convo the other day and am now seriously considering writing a frankencanon version of Ling Wen’s revised backstory keeping all the parts I like from it but giving Ling Wen back her teeth and claws and fifty barbecue-enthusiast martial gods
The only problem is I have no actual idea what to do with Pei Ming in such a frankencanon story xD
#random tgcf thoughts#tgcf#pei ming#Ling wen#I mean obviously he has to be complicit in her barbecue plans#but everything else….#my vision of this au is keeping all the bai jing parts more or less as is because I like them#and completely rewriting the jing wen and heaven bits#swd is more active and his goal is pretty clear#but pm feels like he should have some role in xuli’s demise too#maybe in a more neutral role?#he’s the hero of the kingdom who defended the crown and now gets to watch the corruption get worse#I also imagine having a friendly-ish relationship with jing wen#not friends (pm doesn’t really care for him) but colleagues since they’re both xuli men#and I’d like to think jing wen would want to keep him close#(politicking friends even though pm doesn’t care for it)#(I’m picturing pm like lightsong from Warbreaker failing at being the worst god ever)#(jw loves to raise pm up and sees him as a powerful ally)#(pm just wants to sleep around in peace)#(my biases says pm should also get mixed up with the shiblings and the roew)#(and come to prefer swd’s company over jw’s)#(and unintentionally become swd’s backer when the latter starts antagonizing him)#general feng needs to play some role too#lots to consider if I want this au to work
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[Belavue ramblings]
two thoughts. 1) I’ve often thought that, if the genders in the “beauty” scene were different — that is, when asked about beauty, a male character calls someone specific “beautiful” twice in a row while stuttering and blushing — few people would see it as platonic or sibling-like etc on Vueko’s end and it would basically be considered the natural and widely accepted reading of the text that the male speaker had feelings for the other party. It’s in fact very close to the stereotypical “beautiful isn’t it” “[gazing at other person] yeah, beautiful ” unspoken love exchange. (…incidentally, as common as that kind of exchange is, I can’t think off the top of my head of a comparable scene where the first speaker is a man and the second a woman.)
2) the kind of love that i see Vue having for Be if we read this exchange as romantic, that of a deep admiration for someone who seems celestially above you in a way where you don’t even begin to assume reciprocation and just want to admire them, is a kind of love i more often see male characters express in media (a sort of cousin to courtly love). female characters are more generally the receiving end of such feelings rather than the one pledging devotion. I feel like I can think of exceptions but it’s usually situations where the adored character turned out to be deceptive or manipulative and the female character became disillusioned or was otherwise hurt, which is quite a different thing than the admiration being a) deserved and b) reciprocated.
I hadn’t quite tied these two ideas together before. But they feel true and connected to me. For the shipper basing their characterization in canon, the particular shape of the romantic feelings that Vueko may have for Belaf is something of a refreshing and interesting one re what i am used to seeing genderwise* (now I could very well just have my role reversal goggles in too tight but I feel I’m onto something here), and I think this is maybe related to why some people don’t “get” the ship or how that scene reads as the expression of a deep admiring love to me when potentially they’d see it immediately if a man said those same words to a woman.
#* i sorta implicationally flattened Belaf to ‘a guy’ for this post but of course the Belaf Gender Fact remains what it is#the main point I’m talking about relates to the gender of the one expressing the feelings (Vueko) more than that of the recipient#(this ‘admiring love’ dynamic from her is verrryyyy much on display in that one fic i keep talking about btw)#it’s just really rare to see women frame their love in those terms in media AND have it turn out well or be for someone deserving#I guess ling and his body guard sorta had this in FMA#it’s way easier to think of times the woman who loved admiringly was punished or wrong or deceived or killed lol :|||||……(berserk)#…….it feels like the love of a knight.#oh mygod this post is actually insane I need to go to sleep. note to self to put more coherent version of related thoughts on twt or discor
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Jokes on me for wanting to play a game that I didn't have downloaded... spent the last 2 hours just watching it download and now I need to go to bed
#weh#also idk why it took so frickin ling to download that was ridiculous#but i have to get up for work at 6 soooo kinda need to sleep
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the best clothing and accesories are the kind you can eat in a pinch
#fullmetal alchemist.#that is to say#fullmetal alchemist#fmab#fma#edward elric#ling yao#did you know that if you rearrange the letters in fma just slightly you get fam?#okay that’s enough i need sleep
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I think about this a lot. Like, I don't play Zelda at all. From what I hnderstand, these grown-ass mofos adults, gods, and super-powered beings all rely on a 12 year old to save their lives once every hundred years, like they can't do it themselves???? Like, every time I hear his little "AAAAAaaaa" off a cliff my heart breaks for him cuz he is BABY and nobody in Hyrule gives a fuck about that. They're all like, "Save us Link, you're our only hope!" Like, Miss Ma'am I literally see the spears attached to your back. I have SEEN you vanquish enemies with a flick of the wrist. Don't use this fucking ten year old to do your dirty work. You're a million years old. Oh! And he doesn't even REMEMBER his past lives most of the time, so you're sending in a fucking kid with no experien e to do this! That's fucking child endangerment!
Let the kid sleep! Fuck.
Link deserves to go absolutely fucking feral. He has several incarnations of repressed rage in that one little soul and he's fed up with it. He deserves to beat the living shit out of the demon king for all the other Links that have been and will be and all the Zeldas that had to suffer because of the curse and who couldn't live the lives they wanted. He should go bat shit crazy for all the suffering in this one little guy. For the children that fell under the curse and had to grow up too fast. For the parents that had to raise Hylia's chosen ones knowing their lives would constantly be in danger. For the regular folk that live in fear of calamity. For the life he never got to live. For the whole dying thing. For the taking his girlfriend. For everything. He deserves at least that.
#legend of zelda#breath of the wild#zelink#legend of zelda breath of the wild#loz#link#loz link#zelda x link#feral ling is not a want its a need#the legend of zelda#let him sleep
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This is hilarious
#i have so much thoughts.....#mina reads the tawny man#see theyre mainly about how depression peaves you with an emptiness and need for SOMETHING#the taste you can never taste the place you can never visit it all seems like you are looking for something that makes your life whole when#in reality you are just looking for that moment of serotonin when you feel the sun on your skin or read a book or take a bite of#a dish that you love. small moments of happiness where all the outside is gone and youre actually HAPPY#it seems so fleeting all the time and you just ling for it but there is nothinf you can do to have it!!#its not permanent its barely real!!!#fitz not feelling satisfied after sleeping with jinna makes sense because he thought it was gonna make things better!#he thought it was going to be that taste he can never taste! she wasnt#but also the way jinna talked about him having the wit Oh No
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Michael Kaiser HATES parties.
He usually avoids them. He doesn't go to the parties his team hosts after they win an important game nor to the press parties. He feels like throwing up at the very mention of the word.
He hates everything in it. He hates the smell of alcohol that linges in the air, hates the lights that seem almost blinding, hates how sweaty the air feels.
But what he absolutely LOATHES are the people who frequent parties. He despises them.
He doesn't get what's wrong with them, honestly. They get drunk and all that crap, claim they're "having fun" when they can't even walk a straight line without tumbling. Kaiser hates alcohol. He hates people who idealize it, treating it as a savior when it ruined his life since he was only a kid with no name or fortune who got beaten daily by a drunk father. Therefore, he hates places where alcohol is treated as something good. He hates parties.
They're stupid. They're stupid, and yet people still go. It makes him feel like rolling his eyes and cussing them out at how dumb and blind they are.
But what makes him really hate the "party animals" is their twisted concept of love.
Love is not, by any means, an ideal that's easy to grasp. He, himself, didn't now what it was until 3 months ago. But he knows their idea of love couldn't be further from the truth.
They go around on parties, kissing strangers and dancing with shadows trying to fill the void that is where their heart should be. They lay down with people and kiss faceless silhouettes and claim that it's in the name of "love". He couldn't feel more repulsed by them. Because he knows that is NOT love.
He knows that because he, once, thought love came like that, too. He thought love meant just kissing and holding hands, finding someone pretty and settling down with them. He thought marriage was just a title, and love just a meaningless concept mothers tell their children before they go to bed.
His mind only changed when he met the embodiment of love itself: you.
You introduced him to what love really feels like. Love is not a myth. It'a not a legend. It's a reality. And he feels it every day, every hour and every second he spends with you.
He always thought he was unworthy of loving and being loved, but you showed him he can have this feeling in his life. That love is not something you deserve: it's something you just recieve. You don't need anything back: you just need him. And he's not complaining, even though he'll never understand.
Now, he knows love is really blind. Not saying you're ugly, God no. You're the prettiest person he's ever met. But he knows love is blind because he doesn't need to see you to love you.
All these people in parties need to see the person to fall for them. Their love is conditional, it's based on the ambient around them.
The music, the lights, the alcohol. It all makes people idealize what they see. They're influenced by the clothes, by the atmosphere. That's not love. That's reverie. Illusion. A trick their drunk brains pull.
When the party is over, their "love" dies. When they see the other without a skilled makeup or beautiful clothes, they stop loving the person they met. That is not love.
Love comes in the form of you.
Love is there when you go to his games. Love is there when you hold him close to your chest, caressing his hair after yet another episode of remembering his harsh childhood. Love is present when you wake up right beside one another, both laughing at each other's ridiculous bed hair. Love is there when you kiss the side of his eye, right at his tattooed eyeshadow. Or when you trace his arm tattoo.
Love is there whenever you are.
Because you are love for him. And when he sees you in your pajamas, almost sleeping and yet staying awake just to see him come back home after training and greet him, he knows for sure.
He doesn't need parties. He doesn't need lights, or alcohol.
His love for you is sober. It's unconditional. Endless.
And when you hug him, and he hears your sweet voice saying "Welcome home, my love. I missed you", he swears he feels like crying.
He never thought he'd be lucky enough, but he did it.
He found true love.
He found you. And he couldn't ask for anything more.
You are love, after all. What else could he possibly want?
~ Based on the poem "Se se morre de amor" by Gonçalves Dias!!!
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#blue lock#bllk#blue lock x reader#bllk manga#bllk x reader#bllk x you#blue lock x you#bllk kaiser#kaiser x reader#kaiser#kaiser blue lock#kaiser bllk#michael kaiser#blue lock kaiser#kaiser fluff#kaiser michael#kaiser x you#kaiser x y/n
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It's all in the past now
Wei Wuxian watched his former shidi face. Jiang Cheng's face is peaceful, far too peaceful. it was a face that welcomed death, he had seen that face too many times in his previous life. he saw it once after he managed to get his former shidi back from the Wen. he never thought he would see it again in this life.
The curse affects its victim slowly. it lure them into a comforting dream, granting the victim's deepest wish with each sleep, forcing them to go deeper and deeper into unconsciousness, before death took them slowly as their body lay waste in slumber. he wondered what kind of dream it was, did Jiang Cheng dream of ghosts like him too?
there was only one way to break the curse, one of them had to enter Jiang Cheng's dream and drag him back into the waking world. Wei Wuxian had prepared himself, dreading what he would see and yet a small part of him hoped to see familiar faces. he opened his eyes to an unfamiliar room and in front of him was his former shidi, grumbling loudly about how people couldn't leave him alone, and then he turned his face at him, with a smile on his face. it caught him off guard, and shock must have been evident in his face. this 'Jiang Cheng' is younger, far younger than he should be.
"what's wrong? it's alright, you're safe here, those people wouldn't be able to come here and this is my home. what's your name?" Jiang Cheng asked and reached for his hand. he saw himself reflected in those eyes, he was still in Mo Xuanyu's body. "We.. Mo Xuanyu..?" he answered. Jiang Cheng looked down as if oddly disappointed by his answer. he noticed Zidian was already wrapped in Jiang Cheng's finger. countless thoughts fled from his head. "A-cheng, do you remember me?" he asked and came to a horrifying realization. Jiang Cheng looked at him oddly.
"how do you know my name?". At that moment he can guess what Jiang Cheng desperately wished for.
'forget it. it's all in the past now. don't mentioned it again’
To forget and yet still unwilling to part with the past, so here he was, stuck between the past and present. in his hand, he holds Zidian that Madam Yu left him, surrounding him is the sect, he rebuilt and inherited from Jiang Fengmian, outside of the courtyard Wei Wuxian could hear a small child laughing, Jin Ling, the son his sister left behind in that tragedy. he does not wish for the people he loves to come back, he just wishes to forget it all while still desperately hanging onto the 'gift' they left behind, as if they were already part of him that he can't separate from himself. as if he was content with only just that.
in confusion, he thought about what part he played in Jiang Cheng's wish, and in dread, he came to a realization, that to bring Jiang Cheng back, he needed to make him remember it all.
at the end of it all, whose wish was it that the curse granted?
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