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#tgcf#tian guan ci fu#heaven official's blessing#text posts#aaaand that's the last of them!#turns out I had done 49 of these in total so I wasn't far off with the 50 estimate#as a side note I didn't expect any of those posts to get more than 10 notes#but they did get more and I'm very happy they made some people laugh c:#myposts
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it can't be too hard right?
it's easy not to think about things, he tells me i don't think all the time! wait...
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a scene from a fic that i have no clue if ill finish, let alone post, but look i made fanart of my own thing that doesnt even exist :D
#I DID IT! took longer than i was planning for it to take but shorter than most art#WHICH IS A WIN MY BOOK!!#anyways this is in reference to a scene right after laios calls chilchuck 'chil' for the first time#and he responds to it with no hesitation :]#id say more but i do actually want to challenge myself to write this thing#ahhh i loved working on this. did you know how happy i was. i got to make laios pine AND draw chilchuk 50 times its a win#anyways. laios pining content..... please.... maybe even... jealous laios content.....#chilaios#uhhhm hm. should i tag them individually. sure im proud enough of this#chilchuck#chilchuck tims#i wrote his last name as times again damnit#laios#laios touden#aaaand thats it#ENJOY YOUR FOOD#EAT UP CHILAIOS NATION#also. i linked a youtube video from a third party cause i couldnt find any official spotify links so just deal with that
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@saimatsu-week Day 5: Touch.
"Compassion makes people trust you. If you offer them your hand, they'll reach for it..."
#saimatsu#saimatsuweek2024#for this prompt i wanted to depict moments in canon where kaede and shuichi showed support and comfort through touch#and the last square presenting that loss....that final would be touch#CRYING CRYING CRYING CRYING#i love them so much#i might revisit this concept some day but i like how this turned out well enough!#teg's art#also jic the middle square depicts this moment that happens during the first investigation#where Kaede collapses onto the ground in tears...Shuichi offers her a hand and helps her up#there's even an interesting visual that occurs in that moment where the camera zooms in on Kaede and Shuichi once she's up#implying close proximity....I'm obsessed with that moment I genuinely wish it had a cg for it (the lifting up part specifically teehee)#AAAAND the quote is from shuichi's free time events kill me
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For the siffrin requests!! Can I have sif and loop hanging out together outside the loops? They deserve to relax on this special day :)
In true Siffrin fashion. a nap
#doodle#isat siffrin#isat loop#isat spoilers#in stars and time spoilers#isat#in stars and time#happy birthday to them both. :) aaaand that is the last request I got! thank you all
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my art trade for @yo-kai123 done! here's a couple very good froggies for you!
fake might be a bit nervous, though.... he hasn't exactly seen many others like him before.
but hey i'm sure they'll get along after enough time 👍👍!!!
#aaaand there we go last art trade for now finished!!! hope you enjoy your sillies!#these have all been super fun to draw and i'm glad people like them 🤗#my art#art trade#pizza tower fake peppino#pizza tower au#i only realized this partway through drawing but. you know what this kinda reminds me of a little.#toothless meeting the lightfury in how to train your dragon 😂
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remember when Joseph Quinn took a bland forest scene, improv’ed the hell out of it, charmed all of us in the process and created a ship?? yeah me too
#last night’s vid from Grace broke my brain I swear#cause like- and them- and they- aaaand-#yeah#hellcheer#eddissy#eddie x chrissy#joseph quinn#imma wreck hell with the tag#possibly but who cares
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Lloyd HC list? If that's too much trouble, just give me a random one
ahh my first request!!😍🌱 this is no trouble at all! Lloyd is my favorite character so I have a few headcannons. hope you like them!♡
◇ his first pet ever was a turtle named Shifu
◇ his favorite candy are gummy bears, but mints are a close second
◇ in his time at Darkley's, he learned to jump start a car and pick a lock. amongst other things..
◇ his original hair color was brown like his parents, but as the years passed by, it turned into a really light brown
◇ when he first used his powers, his hair turned completely blond. turns out that his green energy bleaches his hair
◇ after crystallized, vengestone no longer affects him
◇ it subdues his powers but doesn't eliminate them
◇ his coping mechanism is buying comics
◇ has a whole album dedicated to random pictures about the shenanigans they all do when bored
◇ his closet is FULL of stuffed animals
◇ he's the living concept of smiling on the outside, dying on the inside
◇ don't tell Cole, but Kai's bro hugs are his favorites
◇ he radiates a confident vibe, but in reality, he's really shy when he's not with the ninja
◇ taking naps is his favorite hobby. he has an uncanny ability to be able to fall asleep ANYWHERE
◇ sometimes, Lloyd tries very hard not to lose himself in responsibilities when things get tough
◇ after all, he's just a teenager
#aaaand thats it for now!#the last one took a sour note but i just couldnt help it hahah#haha#well#i hope you liked them!!#ask away if you ever want more for the other ninja#ninjago#lloyd#lloyd garmadon#my writing♡#greenbean#ninja headcannons#hcs#headcanons#lloyd headcannons
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#one more thing#i was talking how i do not feel my zaynsablumsficfest fic some time ago#i can't find that post now#buuuuuuuut#i was SO wrong#reason was that i was on some fucking meds back then#i ditched them#and everything is allllllright again#aaaand#i had 13 hours to fix last things that need fixing#and we are publishing it babyyyyy#WILD#alright let's get to it#(then i have to fucking find my fic post burried somewhere in more than 1900 drafts 👀)
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I made the appoitment *air trumpets*
Too too too TOOOOO!!! 🎉🎉🎉
Someone gimme a medal
#zofifi talks crazy#it was not easy#i made a phonecall for starters#i could go in person but they fussed in the past at making in-person appoitments#i waited in empty queque for like 7 minutes until i was out of money on my sim card#nobody picked up#public healthcare in this country i swear#i got angry and walked to another place#they said 'we dont do theese test. go to the usual place'#i walked to the first place#aaaand got the appoitment without issues??#now next challenge will be to made them actually do the test i need instead of fucking around like the last time#i had a goddamn paper from the doctor saying 'do the test xyz'#but noooo they know better#i had to negociate hard just to have half of the test done#time for round two
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𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒅 (𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 01)
For all of my life, I was blind to the world as the world was blind to me. It had never occurred to me before how dark and quiet my state of existence was until I began to dream, and in my dreams I saw visions of monsters and flowers. And among them, my mother adorned a veil of spider webs.
I never felt the creases and hollows of her face in my infancy, and of course I never saw her the way many others see, but I knew her all the same. She called to me every night, and her somber lullabies coaxed me to sleep, and in my unconscious mind I bore witness to a forest of bone and ash; a living breathing thing lacking vibrancy and color. The evergreens were far from their deep green and every crow, rabbit, deer, and raven was pallid, as though drained of life and left to wander with their carcasses alone. Even those who traveled in throngs, herds, or packs, seemed isolated from one another and unaware of each others’ presence. But every single one of them was beautiful in their alienation as they wandered through trees as I did, alone. Though unlike me, their essences shimmered like freshly fallen snow under the light of the sun or the moon. Two eternal partners, of which, did not live here. A place so far from both the sun and moon could not be anything but a dream.
I walk on flowers. I tread through their stems and their petals tickle and coat my legs in pollen as if they wished to drain me of color as well. I briefly wondered if herbivores grazed these meadows and took from them, and then in turn the carnivores and scavengers devoured them not long after, and their own colors vanished. And if so, where did all the color end up? I felt I might have my answer but I did not risk replying to myself just yet. I continued my venture through the flowers, multi-headed, shape shifting, swelling and sinking. My feet were dusted by the earth, though I could not feel any traces of the ground at all.
And lo, I saw my mother, veiled and slight, but so tall and imposing. She was among the flowers as she always was, and in her presence I felt the unseen monsters feel slighted by such power and fade away, back into the trees. Arms opened wide to me, my legs moved on their own, and any semblance of caution or fear that bubbled up in my throat was conquered by an unknown numbing agent. I felt her arms embrace me, consume me. Her rib cage against mine felt like the teasing of teeth against my skin through my clothes, but I could not pull away. The trees around us a circle, the trees around us spun and spun and in the sky there was nothing, nothing at all. In her realm only, my mother was a god and one does not simply invite themselves into such an entity’s space. They must be beckoned; they must be summoned. I wondered not for the first time what sort of rituals my mother conducted to bring me here, or to keep such a dimension so well preserved and consistent. There was only birdsong when she willed it. The flowers knew no season or weather, and knew not what it was to be ripped from their roots. And certainly, things such as wolves were forbidden from the meadows. On occasion, I still found their footprints, testing the perimeters within the bounds of the thick, dark treeline.
My mother always used bone and cartilage to comb and brush my hair, and when she did, it rippled through many shades: gray, silver, white, dark purple, dark blue, shimmering gold. She cleansed my face with rosewater and readied my hands with soot from a fire I could not see, smell, or feel. Dark runes found their way to my crown, as always, and I found myself rejuvenated but with a small, nagging feeling that I was actually exhausted. This night or this day, soot and blood colored my brow. It made me recall my apparent origin story: how my mother did not birth me from her womb, but instead used the hollowed bones and hearts of doves, her own blood, and the most potent sprigs of hemlock. I was made by the materials of softness and devastation, but she insisted I was created in purest form. In essence of her… a piece of herself.
For all my life, I was blind to the world as the world was blind to me. It had never occurred to me before how dark and quiet my state of existence was until I began to dream, and in my dreams I saw visions of monsters and flowers. And among them, my mother adorned a veil of spider webs.
I never felt the creases and hollows of her face in my infancy, and of course I never saw her the way many others see, but I knew her all the same. She called to me every night, and her somber lullabies coaxed me to sleep, and in my unconscious mind I bore witness to a forest of bone and ash; a living breathing thing lacking vibrancy and color. The evergreens were far from their deep green and every crow, rabbit, deer, and raven was pallid, as though drained of life and left to wander with their carcasses alone. Even those who traveled in throngs, herds, or packs, seemed isolated from one another and unaware of each others’ presence. But every single one of them was beautiful in their alienation as they wandered through trees as I did, alone. Though unlike me, their essences shimmered like fresh fallen snow under the light of the sun or the moon. Two eternal partners, of which, did not live here. A place so far from both the sun and moon could not be anything but a dream.
I walk on flowers. I tread through their stems and their petals tickle and coat my legs in pollen as if they wished to drain me of color as well. I wondered if herbivores grazed these meadows and took from them, and then in turn the carnivores and scavengers devoured them not long after, and their own colors vanished. And if so, where did all the color end up? I felt I had my answer but I did not risk replying to myself yet. I continued my venture through the flowers, multi-headed, shape shifting, swelling and sinking. My feet covered with the earth, though I could not feel any traces of the ground at all.
And lo, I saw my mother, veiled and slight, but so tall and imposing. She was among the flowers as she always was, and in her presence I felt the unseen monsters feel slighted by such power and fade away, back into the trees. Arms opened wide to me, my legs moved on their own, and any semblance of caution or fear that bubbled up in my throat conquered by an unknown numbing agent. I felt her arms embrace me, consume me. Her rib cage against mine felt like the teasing of teeth against my skin through my clothes, but I could not pull away. The trees around us a circle, the trees around us spun and spun and in the sky there was nothing, nothing at all. In her realm only, my mother was a god and one does not invite themselves into such an entity’s space. They must be beckoned; they must be summoned. I wondered not for the first time what sort of rituals my mother conducted to bring me here, or to keep such a dimension so well preserved and consistent. There was only birdsong when she willed it. The flowers knew no season or weather, and knew not what it was to be ripped from their roots. And certainly, things such as wolves were forbidden from the meadows. On occasion, I still found their footprints, testing the perimeters within the bounds of the thick, dark treeline.
My mother always used bone and cartilage to comb and brush my hair, and when she did, it rippled through many shades: gray, silver, white, dark purple, dark blue, shimmering gold. She cleansed my face with rosewater and readied my hands with soot from a fire I could not see, smell, or feel. Dark runes found their way to my crown, as always, and I found myself rejuvenated but with a small, nagging feeling that I was actually exhausted. This night or this day, soot and blood colored my brow. It made me recall my origin: how my mother did not birth me from her womb, but instead used the hollowed bones and hearts of doves, her own blood, and the most potent sprigs of hemlock. I was made by the materials of softness and devastation, but she insisted I was created in purest form. In essence of her… a piece of herself.
I never know when I leave the dream. I imagine a scenario where I am led back through the woods, decorated in my circlet of cinder and vitae. Where I am lead by a procession of deer with my hands on their backs, and as my sight fades, ravens soar above my head clear a path. Where they lead me I know not, but I’m certain there is a door or a hollowed tree somewhere in this realm where I am allowed to come and go, but not of my own volition. And whenever I awake, I lie numb and heavy in my bed, my arms and legs disconnected from my mind and my might. I am only able to turn my head and see my veiled mother curled up in my bedroom doorway on the floor, holding back the occasional stifled sob, until her image recoils and fades from the rays of the morning sun.
#writeblr#writers of tumblr#writers on tumblr#creative writing#original writing#writers#writeblr community#foxclcves writing#projects: noctuary#oops! totally spaced and forgot to queue this one for yesterday; sorry about that! it's here now!#aaaand it's not edited because i lost track of tiiiiime sorryyyyyy... but it's from over a year ago so it's nbd#this story only has two fragments and i wrote them last year... quite a time jump from lachrymose#i loooove writing witchy dark fairy tale things
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"it must be the caffiene."
"...? we didn't have anything caffinated?"
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CHILAIOS WEEK DAY 2 : Changeling
HI THIS IS SUPER LATE BUT ART HAS BEEN. HARD. AND YES I SKIPPED ONE DAY THAT ONE IS GONNA GO LAST BECAUSE ITS TAKING SO LONG TO MAKE.... ill get to the others when i find the time.
Bonus :
#its been soooo long since ive made a finished artwork... or at least it FEELS like so long#i just keep starting new things and dropping them that i cant remember the last time i did something finished even if its recent#anyways. deadlines always make me stressed so i had to give myself/get 5093839 peptalks to finish this#ANYWAYS ANYWAYS.#look at these disasters#the 'half-foots can hear heartbeats' headcanon is one of my favourites of all time#i think about it alot....#also by the way. yes they imagine themselves here as normal but with the other's clothes.#i dont know how to explain my thoughts on it so just take it as you will#GRRGHHKKK IM OBSSESSED WITH THEM#chilaios week#chilaios#chilchuck#chilchuck tims#laios#laios touden#aaaand im not tagging anything else out of embarassment
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I’m working a show tomorrow (finally!) and it’s either going to be surprisingly awesome or a complete disaster and everyone including the owner is just like well we’ll see ig 🤷🏻���️
#our booker was told to book our talent in june#aaaand he completely forgot until he was reminded a couple weeks ago#so all of our regulars were already booked and our owner had to call a ton of favors up and down cali to get people to send talent#none of these wrestlers really know each other and we don’t know them skdkg#thankfully last year this venue was packed and it was an AWESOME show#so hopefully that sticks again this year#they have a really awesome social media guy I’m hoping to find some time to talk with#ashleys talking again
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me, yesterday: i got some projects done so i am finally starting to feel a little less overwhelmed at work!
work, today: gives me 5 new projects in the span of 8 hours
me: well nevermind 🫠🫠🫠🫠
#personal#my manager and my boss know and understand that we're slammed and have been slammed since january#and they're trying#but everyone thinks their shit is important so we keep getting request after request#i swore i was gonna take a day off in march bc i've been feeling so stressed and overwhelmed and burnt out#DIDN'T DO IT. TOO BUSY.#friday is a holiday and i've been holding out for that for two months#so i finally gave in and asked my manager if i could take monday off too#bc i thought i had stuff under control#aaaand then i get like 7 new things all due first week of april 🫠😭#and my brother said we could go visit them on saturday so my parents are going and i looked at them last night and i said i wasn't#no room for debate just that i was not going to go drive 3+ hrs and sit around my brother's house all day#when i just saw them#bc i am so exhausted at my very core and i have been holding out for a peaceful 3 (now 4) day weekend for months#and i cannot#i just can't#i always bend and break to do what everyone else wants me to do or what i think they want me to do#and this time i just can't
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#librarians spoilers#and in news I was not expecting to see today - or ever#thank you Librarians discord for letting me know#WOW! I mean I am WOW speechless to be honest#I rewatch the Librarians constantly so the concept of any kind of new material is just OMG#aaaand time to start speculating as to when in time our time travelling librarian has come from#I haven’t been so pumped for a show announcement since Leverage Redemption or Strange New Worlds (whichever came last)#interestingly it was those two shows that made me forgive them for cancelling the Librarians at all as I was so sad about that#I know the OG cast is busy and I wish them all the success but I hope at least one of them can cameo#if not or hopefully as well some references dropped sometimes too for the continuity I don’t need much to be super happy#ahhhhh so excited#Librarians: the next chapter
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1, 12, and 17 for val?
1. What's the lie your character says most often?
as a battlemage potential, they'd lie to their mother about their progress in their studies when really, they'd be off doing gods-know-what. they were generally self-destructive and toxic at the battlespire because they felt trapped in there. the only person who really saw that they had a problem was their uncle martus, but he had his own demons that kept him from really giving them any help.
after they desert the battlespire, they don't really feel the need to lie anymore
12. What's something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!
when they're being all romantic with amarie and then decide to say something to ruin the mood. like this (nsfw joke but i can't think of anything else atm 😭)
but yeah, they think that the death glare she does at them afterwards is fucking Hilarious
17. What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?
people usually notice their very butch/masc fashion style first, while val themself sees their hair.
when they were a teenager, they once pulled a prank on their classmate lucilla* that led her to keep her hair short. they'd pick on her for it, but they secretly always wanted to keep their hair short, too. it wasn't until they met amarie that they decided to cut it and keep it loose, though they were kind of shocked to realize that their new hairstyle ended up resembling lucilla's. oops!
(*lucilla as in lucilla caprenia from the dread cellar dungeon. in my lore, val replaces lucilla as the battlemage potential who accompanies martus to the dread cellar. however, while lucilla was chosen because of her status as a gifted battlemage-in-training, val was chosen because they're martus's niece. so, nepotism kinda played a role in their mission for the dread cellar.)
#asks#shadylex#oc: val magia#oc: amarie veilleux#ship: valarie#lucilla caprenia#yeah lets just say that battlemage val was uhhh a little problematic !#also i made val BEFORE dread cellar even came out on pts so i joke that zos stole my oc and made lucilla jsjddjj#val has always been connected to the battlemages but last year i decided to rewrite their lore and connect them to the dread cellar#by making martus their uncle and having them take lucilla's place#aaaand amarie is undaunted so she meets martus and val by coincidence bc she went there as a pledge. etc.
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bruhh the world really hates me this week
#let's see what happened? what hell did I go through?#we were down 12 people this week on the team- so we had two 12-hour work days#my body hurts and my feet are blistered- and I was assigned to help my supervisor wrap up in equipment for the week#which I barely got training on#yesterday I accidentally tripped the emergency fire exit alarm in walmart cause my dumbass didn't watch where I was going#which caused me to have a meltdown which I was trying VERY hard to hold back and not sob my eyes out in front of my boss#My belt buckle broke while I was working today so I had to stop and shop for a new one#I tripped and ate shit while packing the equipment cases into my supervisor's hotel room last night#my leg gave out from under me when I tried to stand up after counting a shelf in grocery and I rolled my ankle#I got lost when my supervisor told me to take the equipment to the back room#I had to stop and ask two walmart employees where it was located- neither of them knew#I've been overstimulated since first break this morning#I got so many scratches on my arrms from counting pegs in apparel and those bitches are so sharp they'd make my therapist concerned#aaaand while wrapping up equipment there was a bike hung up on a shelf and I ran face-first into the handlebar and I bent my glasses frames#so now I gotta get those fixed#I'm quickly making my way to the top in competing for 'most directionally challenged' as my supervisor jokingly put it#I'M GONNA GO DOWN TO THE LOBBY TOMORROW MORNING AND MAKE MYSELF A WAFFLE FOR BREAKFAST#I DESERVE A TREAT
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