#Tuning to Heaven

[marthashlyn3]

Discounts. This week! POS only!

Make a reservation.

Not a paid partnership.

All major debit & credit cards accepted.

[maculategiraffe]

last week my parents and I went over to my sister's house for lunch and hung out for awhile afterwards and finally the baby was like "I am ready for everybody to go home now" and my mom got a little bit shirty about it. not a lot in front of the baby (endless bitching afterwards to me and my dad 🫠) but enough that my sister definitely would have noticed my mom being Displeased and probably the baby would too because he is incredibly observant and intelligent.

BUT today the baby was playing in the sandbox and my sister was singing quietly to herself over a craft project and I said "is that a mama nous song you're singing?" and she said yeah and I said "she's so great, thanks for introducing me to her" and she said "yeah I love her. I actually made up a song kind of in her style for [baby] after last week, you know when he asked y'all to leave?" and she sang it to me. I wish I could remember the lyrics exactly but it was something like

"it's okay to have boundaries, it's okay to say no / it's okay to tell people when you'd like for them to go! / they might be sad about it, they might wish they could stay / but it's not your job to fix that and your feelings are okay!"

and I honest to god almost cried right there. she's so amazing and I can't believe how lucky I am to have her for my incredible sister and for the mother of my incredible nephew

[monhiio]

Stoooop Xie Lian youre embarrassing him!!!

[mintaikkcorpse]

Blitzø: "I'm too much imp to simp!"

Blitzø literally 3 episodes later:

[xxrat-punkxx]

Uhhhhh locked in too hard and now I have a Hualian and Beefleaf fankid au and uhhh

[horsegirlwarcrimes]

⊹₊♡🐾 Heartwarming! Rescue Dog's Incredible Transformation After... 🐾♡₊ ⊹

cw: animal abuse

Hua Cheng steps past the red curtain and, in the same breath, shifts. He makes himself shorter, his figure softening and filing out. The ghost who takes the steps down from the platform has a round, androgynous face; large black eyes, soft black and gold robes, a diaphanous curtain of black ink for hair. He folds his hands together in his sleeves and taps the croupier at the table on the shoulder. The croupier takes one glance at his placid expression on his mask-less face, gulps, and leaves. 

Hua Cheng turns his smile on the drunken human. “Greetings, gongzi. This one will deal the tiles.” 

They play several rounds. The human bets for money, and Hua Cheng lets him win hand after hand, slowly building up a pile of gold as he drains his wine jug. When the man tips his bottle over his cup and only a drop falls onto the ceramic, Hua Cheng only smiles and waves for a server to bring a new bottle. 

“Something good, for the lucky gongzi,” he tells the server. The man laughs so loudly that the dog, who was starting to sag towards the ground next to him, startles. The man grunts and yanks it close again. 

“Don’t be so quick to run off,” he slurs at it. “You want me to let you go here? These ghosts would eat you, bones and all if I let them. Be grateful I’m keeping you with me.” 

A game tile shatters in Hua Cheng’s hand. He carefully unclenches his fist, letting the dust fall to the floor. 

“Would gongzi like to bet for something a bit more interesting this round?” he asks. 

The looks over and hiccups. “Like what?” 

“This is the Gambler’s Den. Anything that you wish for can be bet at our tables,” Hua Cheng says, spreading his hands grandly. 

A slow, ugly smile spreads over the man’s face. “Yeah. Yeah! Why not? Fortune favors me tonight.”

“What does the gongzi desire?” 

“A political position,” the man says, sloshing his cup confidently in Hua Cheng’s direction. Strong, sweet wine spills over the edge. “I want to be an official. I’ve been toadying for that fucker Linhai too long… It’s time I was the one in charge.” 

“You wish it, and Crimson Rain Sought Flower will make it so. If gongzi wins the bet. What will gongzi give the den if he loses?” 

The man blinks, looks around. “What do I bet?” 

“We trade in lives, in riches, in precious items. Does gongzi have anything like that?” 

“Humph. How about my pendant?” 

The man lifts a jade pendant from under his shirt. Hua Cheng shakes his head, lowering his lashes demurely. “I’m afraid it must be more significant than that, for such a bet.” 

“Fine, fine. I bet my house!” the man declares. 

“Very well.” 

They play. Hua Cheng smiles behind a long black sleeve as the man takes a narrow victory. Feeling like they have worked for it always makes the patrons even bolder, even more zealous. 

“Congratulations, gongzi. When you return to the mortal world, you will have a position as an official waiting for you.” 

If he returns to the mortal world. 

The man lifts his cup in a cheer, and others around the table cheer with him or curse their own losses. The atmosphere in the den is rowdy, as it always is when the ghosts know he is in residence. He’s sure there would be an even greater din if they knew he was running the table. 

The man has drained most of the new bottle of liquor. The dog is standing under the table, not quite sitting and not quite standing upright, its legs shaking and its tail pressed tight to its belly. A ghost fire has drifted over and hovers next to it. The dog looks down at the small fire and pants. 

Another ghost reaches out towards them. The dog shies back, and the ghost grabs the ghost fire. It pops it in its mouth. 

“Watch it,” the man says, nudging the dog out of the way. The ghost snorts.

“Please, that thing is a bag of bones and flees. Who wants to eat some diseased dog?” 

“I’ll have you know, I have this thing to thank for my victory,” the man boasts. He kicks the dog lightly again and its front legs give out, pushing its face into the floor. One of its eyes is weeping, irritated and red. “It’s good luck?” 

“That thing?” the ghost asks, a sneer on its long, crocodilian mouth. 

“You bet! It’s not much to look at, but ever since I found it I’ve had the best luck. It must be blessed by a god of fortune.” 

The ghosts nearby harrumphed and accused the man of cheating, but Hua Cheng only smiled at the man. 

“Gongzi is lucky indeed. Would you like to make another bet?” 

Bolstered by his wins, the man gulped down his cup of wine and slammed it on the table. “Yes! Yes, I will. I want the woman who scorned me to come crawling back, and take me for her husband.” 

Hua Cheng kept the disgust off his face only by reminding himself that he would soon no longer be a blight upon the world. 

“Gongzi makes a good bet. What will you offer in return?” 

“My house, again. While I’ve still got it,” he said with a boisterous laugh. 

Hua Cheng hums. “I’m afraid gongzi will need to increase his bet as well.” 

The man scratches at his wispy beard. “I don’t have much else. What do you want?” 

“Hm. For a bet like this, how about your life?” 

The man paled. “My life? Ridiculous!” 

“Not to worry. If you lose, you won’t be killed. It’s only that your life will be the city lord’s to do with as he sees fit.” 

The man started to shake his head, but the ghost next to him elbowed him. “Come on! Weren’t you just saying how much luck you’ve got? Don’t pussy out now!” 

“Yeah!”

“Yeah, come on! All big talk until the betting gets real, huh?” 

The server comes by with a new bottle of wine for the man. She pours for him with a flick of her wrist and a small smile. “On the house,” she whispers. 

The man takes the drink and looks down into the wine, then raises it in another cheer. “I’ll do it!” 

“Very good.” 

The man loses the bet, of course. Crimson Rain always wins his games, in the end. 

In the aftermath of the game, the man is pallid, sweating and fearful. For the first time, Hua Cheng’s smile is genuine. 

“Don’t look so nervous, gongzi. One loss tonight isn’t such a bad thing. The night is young. Why don’t you bet again, for your life to be returned? If you win, the debt will be forgiven.” 

“Yes, yes! Please. I’ll bet again. Anything you want.” 

“Chengzu already has your life,” Hua Cheng says, humming thoughtfully. “What else do you have?”

“Anything, anything!”

“How about your good luck charm? If you lose, we’ll take the dog.” 

“This thing?” the man asks. His eyes are blown wide, his face red from drink where it isn’t pallid from fear. “Take it, yes.” 

“Very good,” Hua Cheng says, and beats the man again. 

As the den’s bouncers carry the drunk, screaming man away, Hua Cheng shifts into his true form. Ghosts around the tables scramble away from him, fleeing like mice with shouts of “Chengzhu, Chengzhu!” 

He kneels on the floor in front of the dog and puts a hand out for it to sniff. Its ribbon-leash lays on the floor of the Gambler’s den, trailing away from where its former master let it fall in his terror. The dog doesn’t move towards or away from him, but it's long, lean head follows the drunken man as he is hauled off. It makes as though to follow up, but it wobbles when it walks, as if it too is drunk. 

“Didn’t you hear him?” Hua Cheng asks. “You’re mine now.”

[daddy-long-legssss]

Reckless Serenade

"I think this sort of sounds the best. I really like the recording of this one, I think it’s come out the best. It’s just a love song I suppose. In terms of the sound I guess some of the stuff we were listening to was like the Pixies. And having the drums quite tough, that comes across on that tune a bit."

[x]

[y0shizuuuuu]

Rhythm Heaven emoji combo idea ! (No need to credit me !)

Air rally: 🏸🛩️

Tap trial: 👠🐒

Lockstep: 🎧🤍

Mr. Upbeat: 🟢💡

Night walk: 🎈⭐

Hole in one: ⛳⚾

Monkey Watch: 🐒⌚

Karate Man: 🥋👊

Rhythm Rally: 👥🏓

Frog Hop: 🐸👯‍♂️

Spaceball: 🌌 🍙

Space soccer: 💜⚽

Marching Orders: 🪖🥁

Crop Stomp: 👨‍🌾🧅

LumBEARjack: 🐻‍❄️🪵

Kitties: 🐱🐟

Catch of the day: 🎣🐟

DJ School: 💿🏫

Love Lab: 💕🥽

Munchy Monk: 🍬👄

Clappy Trio: 👏🤡

Catchy tune: 🍊🍍

Fillbots: 🍓🤖

Screwbots Factory: 🔩💗

Fruit basket: 🍎🏀

Chorus kids: 🎶🎙️

Fanclub: 🎤💗

Ringside: 🎥💪

Airboader: 💨🧮

Toss boys: 🏐💛

Shrimp Shuffle: 🦞⛱️

Rockers: 🎸🩷

Rapmen: 🎤💥

Rapwomen: 🎤❤️

Pajama party: 🛏️👗

Munchy Monk (endless game): 🥚🤍

Drummer Duel: 🥁2️⃣

Freeze frame: 📸🚙

PFF...IT WAS SO LONG TO PUT IT A LOT. (Sadly, i can't put more hashtags...)

[thelostmoongazer]

sighs wistfully........... i wanna be more active in the vocaloid community....

project sekai girlies where are you

[frostfires-blog]

Happy Birthday Xie Lian 15/07

[anonwyvern]

undergoing a colossal painting project now that I've been inspired to do so

[alteregozowie]

"Who's Emily?"

[mycolorscheme]

conan gray wrote found heaven about andrew minyard in this essay i will

[reikaniichan]

rhythmtober 01 fave game: mine is catchy tune~ it's also definitely the one i've played the most~~

[my-name-is-apollo]

This now happens to be one my favorite passages about Apollo:

However, the Megarians later dedicated a golden plectrum to the god, paying attention, as it seems, to Scythinus, who so speaks about the lyre: (the lyre) "which the beautiful-faced Apollo, son of Zeus, harmoniously tunes up, connecting the beginning and the end, and the light of the sun he uses as a shining plectrum."

- Plutarch, On The Pythian Oracles (C1st to C2nd A.D) quoting Scythinus (C5th to C4th B.C) (trans. Andrei Lebedev)

[sillylilneurodivergent]

Help I just noticed how similar these dance moves are😭