#THANK U ROYAL VIZIER!!!

[wutheringheightsfilm]

TELL THE PEOPLE ABOUT THE BEST WOMAN AT MY AND JIANG CHENG'S WEDDING THEY HAVE TO KNOW

imagine this ask isnt about yu xiulan and im just an idiot. ANYWAYS THE WOMAN OF MY LIFE

she's from meishan yu sect (yes the same one as infamous madam yu herself) and is a wood affinity and of course loves archery and she is on a quest to be the top in her generation at it. she isn't super closely related to jiang cheng (she's the daughter of one of madam yu's cousins) but she will not hesitate to overexaggerate this relationship to both annoy him and for comedy. her #1 hobby in the world is bugging jiang cheng and she will achieve this in any way possible

my favorite bit of her backstory is that she's in love with a girlie back home in meishan who runs a fruit stand who always manages to have her favorite in season fruit when yu xiulan visits...

she will debate jin zixuan (fellow wood affinity) for hours about literally any technique possible and will be the one to play devil's advocate . "but what if bamboo is actually wood and not a grass and you're just bad at cultivation" type vibe.

my OTHER favorite part is that she and lan wangji are actually besties. (has not happened yet within what ive written but the wheels have slowly started to turn on this) no one can explain why. they see the two of them and it's very ??????? but somehow it makes sense .

i also have the best faceclaim for her ever in the world the girls who get it get it!! (under the cut)

(zhou ye as gu xiang in word of honor!)

[awigglycultist]

Thank you for the tag!

A - Another Terrible Day from The Lightning Thief

W - Wagon On Fire from Trail To Oregon

I - Inevitable from The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals

G - Great Astronomical Discoveries, Pt 1 from The Great Moon Hoax

G - Get Off You're Phone by Rhett McLaughlin and Link Neal

L - Loser Geek Whatever from Be More Chill

Y - You're Gonna Go Far Kid by The Offspring

C - CaliforM.I.A from Black Friday

U - Urania Propitia from The Brick Satellite

L - Lemon Boy by Cavetown

T - Twisted from Twisted the Untold Story of a Royal Vizier

I - If I Believed from Twisted the Untold Story of a Royal Vizier

S - Status Quo from Starship

T - Time Bastard from Nightmare Time

Uhhh I'm always bad a tagging ppl I feel like so just. Whoever sees this. Like seriously if you see this and want to do this, then do it, I don't mind

Song Tag Game

(Pick a song for every letter in your url, then tag as many people as there are letters! I was tagged by @beetle-punk 🎮)

V - Voulez-Vous by ABBA

I - I’m Not Okay (I Promise) by My Chemical Romance

O - One Step Ahead by Joey Richter & Curt Mega (Original Cast of Spies Are Forever)

L - Like A Prayer by Madonna

E - Evermore by Josh Groban (Beauty and the Beast, 2017)

T - Two-Player Game by Will Roland & George Salazar (Original Broadway Cast of Be More Chill)

H - Hot Patootie / Bless My Soul by Meat Loaf (The Rocky Horror Picture Show)

E - Enter Sandman by Metallica

A - Another One Bites the Dust by Queen

R - Run Away With Me by Kim Whalen (Original StarKid Cast of Nightmare Time 2)

T - This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things by Taylor Swift

7 - 7 Years by Lukas Graham

7 - 7 rings by Ariana Grande

@awigglycultist @gillybeanss @girlfriendcas @hkthatgffan @indigos-shits-and-giggles @jacky-rubou @jingles-miserably @mia-wiah @shippy-from-apocalypse @the-spaced-out-ace @ur-mom-but-aroacely @warriorblood1 @youshouldhavepaidattentiondad

[luxeberries]

[poptod]

I have an ahkmenrah prompt idea! You notice Ahk’s been missing his home a lot, so you begin to learn a lot about it without telling him, even learning some hieroglyphics and he thinks you’re hiding something from him but he doesn’t know what and assumes the worst but then you finally reveal to him what you’ve been actually doing and surprise him by talking in ancient Egyptian to him and he’s so proud and happy about it (I need some wholesome ahkmenrah fluff)

notes: i’ll write this but in return u have to sit thru me nerding out about ancient egyptian language for a fat second so. recently i decided to figure out how ahk’s name would fit into a proper pharaoh’s name. it’s difficult to find out because there were over 400 symbols, many of them containing two or three separate sounds, and an infinite number of combinations that hold different connotations. an R can be symbolized with a mouth but it can also be a disc with a dot inside it to symbolize Ra, the sun god. anyway, the point is, i found out how to write his royal pharaonic name!

so anyway, here’s the fic, thank u for allowing me to logic this before pretending we can speak actual egyptian WC: 1.2k

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The Museum of Natural History had a pitifully small Egyptian exhibit except for a single Pharaoh, and while that didn’t mean much to any casual museum visitor, it meant a great deal to the Pharaoh. When he came to life in the night, he was birthed into a world that grew on the remains of the remains of his world—it seemed two worlds of history stood between him and the present.

Sometimes you wondered if he’d be happier in a museum in Egypt, but more often than not you imagined it’d be such a taunt to be so close to home and yet never able to reach it. Then again, he’d probably have more Egyptian friends there, and thus a better connection to his culture.

At times like these, in which he thought much over the 4,000 year gap between his family and you, he stayed up in his exhibit and stared at the walls. Most of the walls were fake, and the hieroglyphs upon them sung for the eternal safety of a vizier he didn’t know. The verses were familiar, though—lines and images from the Amduat, the Egyptian Book of the Dead, praying for safe passage into the afterlife. When he was young, he was terrified that he would be buried improperly and without the correct spells and verses, condemning him to wander the Duat for eternity. Of course, he never even made it to the Duat.

“Ahkmenrah?” Came your quiet voice from outside the hall.

His gaze darted from the carvings to you, a small smile spreading across his face as he recognized you.

“Good evening,” he said. “You’re allowed to come in, you know.”

“Oh,” you stumbled forward, glancing warily up at his guards, “sorry.”

By the time you reached him, he was staring back at the hieroglyphs, his hands folded neatly in front of him. You fidgeted at his side.

“How have you been faring?” He asked without turning to you. “Haven’t seen you in a few days.”

There was a bitterness in his tone that you wouldn’t‘ve recognized if you weren’t as attuned as you were. In layman’s terms, you were anxious, and picked up on irritation a little too easily.

“I’ve been busy,” you mumbled, thinking quick to come up with an excuse. “My professor and I have been taking one-on-one sessions.”

“Going the way of the Greeks, are you?”

“… we’re not having sex, if that’s what you’re implying,” you said slowly.

“I’m not implying anything,” he bit back, anger in his furrowed brow until he noted your wide, nervous eyes. “I’ve… just missed you.”

His voice turned into little more than a mumble, and his eyes fell to the ground before he left you standing before the hieroglyphs. You turned but didn’t follow, and watched as he leaned over his sarcophagus.

“I don’t think it’s me you’re missing,” you said, quiet enough that you hoped he wouldn’t hear.

Unfortunately, he did.

“I can miss two things at once.”

You giggled, and that seemed to cheer him up, though not much.

Throughout the rest of the evening he was half-present, physically there enough to smile distantly at you, but far off enough that he didn’t heard a word you’d said in the past three hours. You noticed that but said nothing, deciding instead to just be quiet and look at the hieroglyphs with him.

In truth, you’d been studying hieroglyphs. This wasn’t the first time he displayed an overwhelming melancholy for what died after his time, and the book to learn basic hieroglyphs was only $20. Of course, only after buying the book did it tell you it was nearly impossible to speak actual ancient Egyptian due to the fact that their written language included none of the vowels from their words.

At that point you decided instead to write him something instead of trying to speak to him in his native tongue. That proved difficult as well; Egyptian was learned in phrases better than in words, meaning you would have to go through already translated documents to find specific lines that would work in your gift to him. The poem itself would be filled with inconsistencies, grammar problems, and crude images, but it was written down on a papyrus scroll, which you clutched tightly as you entered the museum. You weren’t even sure Ahk would be able to read it, as hieroglyphs had evolved plenty over their 4,000 years in daily use.

From countless different texts, all of which were translated by proper Egyptologist, you sewed together a poem line by line—word by word. None of it came from you on your own, but it would have to do; surely by suffering your decisions it carried some part of you.

I love you

oh, still heart

I stand alongside thy image

and rejoice in sacredness

Strong of voice

You are everything

perfect and pure

and you are the earth and sky

The ways

I have hidden myself with you

My soul,

My throne,

O still heart

is yours

Despite how long you spent on the poem, you didn’t have the guts to hand it to him until you were saying good-bye and Ahkmenrah was crawling back into his coffin. After that, you ran before you could see his reaction.

Your heart pounded as you speedwalked through the yellow halls, your footsteps echoing against the linoleum floor. He wouldn’t hate it, or you, and even if he did hate it, he certainly wouldn’t say it. He was too nice for that. But there was still the chance of embarrassing yourself—of revealing something that should’ve stayed hidden.

You quickened your steps even further.

“(Y/N)!”

A very familiar voice yelled your name from a distance. When you began to run, he called for you again, and he gave chase in his sandals. You sucked in a sharp, electric breath and kept running.

Until he caught you.

His arms came up on either side of your waist before the two of you slammed against the railing, Ahk’s hips immediately pinning yours in place as he forced you to turn around. He was panting, and your poem was clutched in his hand, the paper crumpled.

“Did,” he continued to pant, “did you write this?”

There was a dreamy aspect of his tone—a starry hum reverberating in his bright eyes that stared at you as though you were the marvel.

“Well.. uh, yes,” you stammered out.

He scanned your eyes for a moment before surging forward, crashing his lips against yours in a kiss made entirely of heated passion and a yearning you’d never sensed before. Though you didn’t try to move away, his hands moved to keep you rooted in place, one on your waist and the other guiding your face.

All that fire rose and fell far too soon—the sun would appear soon, and the windows were already warning you. He pulled away with much reluctance, and his first action, before running to save his life, was to speak.

“Thank you, my love,” he murmured in great haste, his breathy words ghosting your cheek. “My darling.” He kissed you again. “I love you, my darling.”

“Get back in your fucking bed, Ahk, the sun’s going to burn you.”

Another kiss and he fled, his cape flying off behind him.

“I love you!!” He called before disappearing around the corner, sending you one last blinding grin.

[preservationandruin]

Edgedancer Liveblog Part 1:

So, as part of my anticipation for Oathbringer, I’m going to do a blind liveblog of my readthrough of Edgedancer. I’ve had this book for like nine months a while, but because life is exhausting and busy, I’ve only gotten around to this now. Whoops. 

ANYWAY, Edgedancer! Lift runs away to find some good pancakes and Wyndle is too tired for this. 

Lift is on the move! Despite Wyndle’s frequent and strenuous objections. Lift is claiming they were going to eat her in Azimir, and we get this hilarious description of Wyndle: 

Wyndle stammered. He wasn’t so frightening, for a Voidbringer. He must have been like...the Voidbringer all the other ones made fun of for wearing silly hats. The one that would correct all the others, and explain which fork they had to use when they sat down to consume human souls. 

This is the funniest and weirdly cutest mental image. Thank you for this, Lift. 

She’s also very clearly in denial of everything Wyndle is talking about, ignoring him and keeping running rather than actually answering him. We get that Lift is clearly terrified of change--she worries that learning new things would change who she fundamentally is as a person. At the same time, though, she is intrigued by the descriptions of what the old Edgedancers could do, both from what she could hear from the palace and from what Darkness/Nale mentioned. 

Also we get to see the Surge of Friction at an even higher level, where Lift stops air resistance itself from touching her and mentions that it seems like sunlight--light particles--themselves can find no purchase on her. That’s pretty amazing. 

Lift also has been surgebinding too much--she has completely run out of food. We also learn that Wyndle gardened chairs in the Cognitive Realm, which is pretty hilarious. Lift considers he might be a vegetarian voidbringer. 

And then we get a hint about why she actually left Azir: 

“Is this about what happened to you?” Wyndle asked. “I don’t know a lot about humans, but I believe it was natural, disconcerting though it might appear. You aren’t wounded.”  Lift shaded her eyes. The wrong things were changing. She was supposed to stay the same, and the world was supposed to change around her. She’d asked for that, hadn’t she? 

Oh dear. Lift started her period, didn’t she. She’d asked (presumably the Nightwatcher) not to change--implicitly, and given her “I’ve been ten for four years” mentality, not to age. And then she hit her period, a very obvious and honestly, if you don’t entirely know what’s happening (or even if you do), terrifying, sign of changing. 

Oh, Lift. I totally understand where you’re coming from. 

Anyway, Lift has taken herself to the city of Yeddaw in Tashikk. We get that a place called “Sesemalex Dar” which was incredible but has been a war zone for “basically a billion years” is like Yeddaw, at least. 

We also get that Yeddaw was made by using the shardblades as building tools, which Lift approves of for being practical. We also get that at one point she used the royal throne of Azir as a stepstool. I love Lift. 

She could hide really well in there. That was why she’d come, after all. To hide. Nothing else. No other reason. 

Denial is a tactic that Lift has mastered alarmingly well. 

We get that Wyndle doesn’t like Shardblades--understandably, given that they are the corpses of spren--and is very sarcastic about it, which allows Lift to pick up on the fact that he knows more than he’s letting on about the Blades. 

“And I’ll have you know that I am a gardener, and not a soldier, so I’ll not have you hitting people with me.”  She stopped. “Why would I hit anyone with you?”��

WYNDLE U FUCKED UP

Also, we get nicknames for people courtesy of Lift: the viziers of Azir are “noodles” and Dalinar is “that angry guy.” I love Lift. 

Also we get that the cultivationspren basically don’t know what they’re doing and only moved to bond someone because the honorspren (Syl) and Cryptics (Pattern) were already on the move. So Wyndle doesn’t entirely know what he’s doing, or what’s going on. 

And then he learns that Darkness is in Yeddaw, which might have been the reason that Lift came there. She, of course, only claims that she’s there because there are ten varieties of pancakes in the city and she wants to eat them all. 

“Everyone pays attention to that bald guy who collects the heads of kings, but this guy has been murdering his way across Roshar too. Little people. Quiet people.” 

And thus, the very people that an Edgedancer wants to look out for. Which is why Lift is such a good person to put up against Darkness/Nale. 

Also, we get that conservation of energy is still a part of the universe that even Lift, probably, can’t disobey. Someone get this girl some food. She also notices that, waiting in line to enter the city, are lots of families--which wasn’t what she was expecting. Are they seeking sanctuary? 

Anyway, Lift decides to steal food from the guards, pointing out that she didn’t bring money because only fancy people have money like she’d been given in Azir--normal people have to steal. Lift is actually a very good class critic in this moment--the “fancy” rich people who can pay for food use that, and those who don’t have money have to result to criminal means to get food. 

Anyway, she’s stealing from the guards, and I’ll cut this one here. I’m thinking around two chapters a section, I guess? We’ll see. 

[actualyoungjaetrash]

lockscreen + homescreen + song tag;

Thank you to @perfectlyimperfectme86 and @bangxster for tagging me ^^

Lockscreen: i set this as my lockscreen for youngjae’s birthday but it’s so cute i can’t bring myself to change it just yet

Home screen: youngjae again because what can i say i’m trash and he’s just so beautiful ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (also u can see my little note to self about my hw lol)

Last song I listened to: tiger-fucker from twisted: the untold story of a royal vizier. i love this musical so much u don’t even know

tagging; @youngjaaes @bapofficial @fluffyzelo @hanbin-ismytype @infamouskem @mato-planet @himgod

[sxmmersloving]

Tagged by @spiderpparker !!

Rules: Tag 20 people you’d like to get to know more! I literally don’t even know twenty people what the fuck

Name: Kinza Nickname: I don’t really have one?? Sometimes my sister calls me an asshole or a shithead but like, not much else Gender: Female

Star Sign: Leo Height: Somewhere between 5′1 and 5′3 Sexual Orientation: Ace, Aro Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff Favorite Color: Mint Green, Lilac, Blue

Favorite Animal: CHICKENS, Cows, Goats, Donkeys, Cats, Snakes

Average Hours of Sleep: ~5?? Hell if I know

Cat or Dog Person: See, I’m almost obligated to say neither and put rooster bc roosters are fucking great but between the two, I’d say cats because I’m more likely to have one as a pet

Favorite Fictional Characters: Oh sweet jesus, too fucking many. Here’s a few of them: Kamala Khan/Ms Marvel (Ms. Marvel), Kate Bishop (Hawkeye), Sam Alexander/Nova (Ultimate Spider-Man!: Animated Series, Nova), Juniper Lee (The Life and Times of Juniper Lee), Ray Ray Lee (The Life and Times of Juniper Lee), Miles Morales (Ultimate Spider-Man [comics]), Billy Kaplan (Wiccan, Young Avengers), America Chavez (Young Avengers), Old Man from The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Moana, Shahrazad, Jodha Bhai (Jodha Akbar), Literally every character in Twisted: The Untold Story of a Royal Vizier etc.

Number of Blankets I Sleep With: Literally?? one

Dream Trip: *slams fist on table* DISNEY WORLD AND UNIVERSAL STUDIOS Dream Job: I’m going into either Nutrition or Neuroscience but my dream job is to work for AVEN (Asexuality Visibility and Education Network) When was this blog created?: Like, October? November? This blog is a baby Current number of followers?: 113  When did your blog reach its peak?: This blog is evergrowing but tbh it was when I posted Mini Maximoff and it just fkn SKYROCKETED honestly thank you guys What made you decide to make a Tumblr?: Lmao my sister got one in the deep dark days of earliness and told me I could use hers and then I turned like 14 and made my own like a nerd [fun fact @asexual-shmaysexual is my main u should follow me if u like disorganization and self deprecating humour]

I mean I guess I’m tagging @eurydicerr and @do-you-wanna-be-awinchester and like, anyone else who wants to do this really