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[okidenshi]

it is my first day back at work since the winter holiday break and suddenly my brain think it doesn't know the basic principles of animation

[the-shiftshop]

Origins of the Shop: The Shop and its Founders

As part of the 2,000 Followers milestones, The Shift Shop presents, Origin of the Shop.

AI Image generated through DeepAI. This story is completely a work of fiction. Historical features may not be accurate.

DATA RETRIEVED FROM THE ARCHIVES OF THE SHIFT SHOP. REPORT NARRATED BY TIMOTHEO HYEONGJU LEE.

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It was around 1910s, when the Japanese took control of Korea. The suppression against Koreans was bad. I witness my people get bruttaly treated by the foreignmen in our own land. My family, I lost my own immediate family in just a month after they took hold of our country. I decided to find a way to escape this hell. Boarded a trading ship from China, making sure no one can trace me. I managed to do so, landing me to a foreign country I have never known.

I managed to escape Korea and arrived in the Philippines through a ship. I couldn't speak their language, but I can do a few English or so. I couldn't make any more suspicion, so I decided to stay low, but in tough times, one shall do anything to survive.

One day, I was starving. I had no money, nor any means of getting any, so I learned to steal. A few days, I managed to get food without getting caught, but that didn't last long as an American soldier saw me stealing bread at a local shop. They chased me around town, and I tried to run for my life.

That is when I met Stephen Diaz, a soap store owner. He hid me in his shop until the soldiers eventually gave up in looking for me.

"You can stay here. I'll make sure you're part of a family from now on."

Diaz was 3 years older than I am. He treated me like a younger brother and kept me in like what he promised, like a part of a family. Diaz, too, is alone. His family died under the Spanish Regime and making soap and selling them is his primary way to survive. Throughout those years of living in his shop, we became business partners. Eventually, we don't just sell soaps anymore. I thought him how to make herbal tea. We bought ceramics from chinese merchants we can use to brew them. We started selling tea leaves and herbs.

Although, business wasn't that great. Our sales didn't go well and eventually we get our feet deep in debt. We thought of everything we can do, but we had to close the shop.

It was devastating to see Diaz, my best friend and brother, working harder in other ways just to support us both, while I couldn't do anything. I can't find a job or people will suspect me for being here illegally. All I can do for Diaz is make him tea every night.

One night, I was harvesting herbs from our backyard. I saw a gleaming light a few bushes away from I am. Upon exploring, there I saw a floating white crystal. I felt it calling onto me. I hear it promising me things that can help us get back to our feet.

"I promise you a way to be more prosperous. A power to help those in need, and also to help you."

I was blinded by it, but I know how truthful its words are, I just don't know why. I came closer, and then I held it in my palm, and then that was the day I was bestown the power I hold now. Power coursed through my veins. Hunger and pain disappeared. I was stonger, less stress. I just know I felt better.

I took the crystal inside and kept it where we usually put our income every single day. The next day, I decided to open the shop once more, giving it one last chance.

Diaz and I were surprised with what's going on. Soaps advertised to bring your youthful skin back, started to actually turn people younger the longer they use it. Teas that promises strength started to make people bigger, healthier. We are in awe.

People started coming in, amazed with our miracle. Everyone were celebrating, except for one person, Diaz.

Diaz was skeptical with the promise of the crystal. He said there's a big possibility that the crystal was offered by an Engkanto, or a Mambabarang, who purposely didn't say that there's a catch with this power. That night, we argued. He begged me to throw the crystal away, but I can't just do that. All I want was to help Diaz, or maybe I was too greedy with the power I now have.

Diaz and I pulled against the cystal on each end, accidentally splitting it in half. I felt my power lessen, and saw the other half Diaz was holding turn black.

Right that moment, we noticed light coming out from the shop and saw people with torches and pitchforks, screaming at us, calling us witches and monsters. People started to abuse our store products and saw what can happen when they overuse it, and they blamed us for what happened to those people.

They started storming in the shop. Diaz was caught by the people.

"THEO!" He screamed as he reach his hand to me, "Help me!"

But before I know it, the crystal in my hand generated a big wave of force, pushing everyone outside, incluing Diaz, and with my last scream, everyone disappeared.

It was quiet. What used to be night sky, now sunlight peaks throught the window. I can hear chirping of the birds oustide. That is when I realized, the whole shop was transported to a different place.

I was alone. Whatever happened to Diaz, I have no clue. All I have was his shop, and the crystal.

From then point on, I built the shop on my own, using the powers bestown to me, fulfilling what duties the crystal gave me, helping others and myself.

Diaz, if only I were able to save you. My deepest regrets and apologies. I'll find you soon.

[sandbees]

What I think the Dark Mirror would say to my different AUs of Yuu's:

Disney Fanatic! Yuu - The nature of your soul is bright, such as a shooting star. I sense no magical power within this one, but your soul is imbedded with imagination stronger than any bestown upon me. Therefore, they belong to no dorm.

Blot! Yuu - The nature of your soul is...shapless, but a dark ink has surrounded this boundless soul. You have potential, but it is blocked by the fog around your soul. There is no magic, therefore, they belong to no dorm.

Addams Family! Yuu - The nature of your soul is...a darkness that streches out beyond your body. It reaches for those that attempt to harm you. It protects you, becoming a beast that would die for you. Your soul does not fit any dorm, therefore, no dorm would be appropriate.

Gem Hybrid! Yuu - The nature of your soul is...a pink rose, healing and calming. Your soul glistens like a diamond, however the pressure upon your soul dulls the potential you have. Your magic is purer than those in this room. Therefore, no dorm shall be assigned to this one.

Harry Potter! Yuu (Griffindoor) - The nature of your soul is...brave. Red and gold, your soul screams for adventure, willing to rebel against those who oppose you. The magic within you has shaped your soul to a Griffin, one that gives a cry that has already sorted you. Since you have already been sorted, I shall not assign you a dorm.

Harry Potter! Yuu (Ravenclaw) - The nature of your soul is...wise. Blue and bronze, your soul has settled to seek knowledge, your magic shaping it to a raven. The raven caws, a knowing look in its eyes, and it already knows that once you've been sorted. Since you have already been sorted, I shall not assign you a dorm.

Harry Potter! Yuu (Slytherin) - The nature of your soul is...cunning. Green and silver, your soul plans for the future fate has handed you. Your magic within the soul is strong, twisting it to a snake. The snake hisses, defensive as you have belonged to another. Since you have already been sorted, I shall not assign you a dorm.

Harry Potter! Yuu (Hufflepuff) - The nature of your soul is...loyal. Yellow and black, your soul can feel that this year will not be like others. The magic within you shifts in this world, forming a badger. The badger huffs, welcoming, but stern that you shan't be sorted. Since you have already been sorted, I shall not assign you a dorm.

Card Collector! Yuu - The nature of your soul is...interesting. Very, very interesting. The magic you possess is akin to Unique Magic. However, your soul is unable to wield it. The shape of your soul is boundless, nothing, unless you learn to wield it in the future. Therefore, your soul is fit for all dorms once it is shaped. Otherwise, there is no dorm that fits in the present time.

[hydrangea-blossom]

I made a post about a RDR2 DnD campaign and in just a few hours I got so many positive responses: it makes me real happy and motivated.

So since there do seem to be some people interested, here it goes. If anyone wants to participate there are 5 spots, one for each character: John Marston, Arthur Morgan, Javier Escuella, Bill Williamson, and Sean Macguire.

Since it's a super recent idea I had, I'll need some time to organise everything, from the character sheets to a storyline and events. Sadly there aren't any (free, because we are poor and stingy) Western maps, so it seems I will have to create some. Luckily, yours truly is a graphic designer, so with the power of Adobe Creative Suite bestown upon me by the Lord, I will create some maps in RDR2 style.

I'll also come up with a story, but loosely, it follows this prompt: It's 1986, and John has just recently returned from his year away from the gang, which has made Arthur none too happy. However, Dutch calls our valiant heroes to arms because Hosea has gone on a job and hasn't returned for days. Where could our (very lovely and charismatic) consigliere be?

This post is just to have a general idea of who would like to participate. I'll create a Discord server for this, and we'll figure things out from there. Don't worry if you've never played DnD, I'm willing to explain people the basics and how it works.

Timezone wise, I am in the UK and I follow GMT+1 time.

Let me know if there are any keepers!

[fazgoo-connoiseur-1987]

An Act of Apotheosis

(Companion piece to Eispotrophobia)

Transcript below the cut:

Theophilia I look upon your work and it marvels me. The gift you have given these machines, this town, me. You speak to me of your family, your distance from them, your trust in me. Blind, it seems, to your own divinity. The power you hold that should be mine.

Because of you I feel alive.

I will share this gift of life you have bestown me. Take it further than you can fathom.

[techramonic]

How are you

i am alright anon but unfortunately, i am sick. i have been coughing all day and perhaps this is life's punishment. a form of earthly-spirited hatred that is bestown upon me for inhaling and exhaling cigarette smoke. woe is me

[dawntrailing]

Sing a song of dawn Dawn, the day reborn Breathe deep of the dawn before the storm

This hearth This home Wrested forth from tired fingers Bathed in blood And sealed in stone

Souls scarred Twelevefold Beckoned by the bells of vengeance Spirits bold

A lover lost A family torn A solemn pyre raised to rouse the slumb'ring heavens

Fire in your eyes and Fire in your hearts Steeled as you sound the horns of war

Yet know the cost for who shall mourn When light is quenched that another might burn brighter?

Let not the rays Of justice blind E'er trust in grace and she shall guide

Soft is the breeze that can set a petal free And yet 'tis the storm that doth see the petal soar High o'er the trees in the throes of Liberty' Til unstirring skies consign her to memory

One kingdom's fall is another kingdom's freedom One sovereign's war is another sovereign's peace One mother's pride is another mother's sorrow Their tears both soak the land that they love

Two lives Two swords Given in to shadowed whispers Wicked words

Pray tell me true— Doth louder toll A rivals' cry Or the oaths that spur her onward?

Your time is come A choice bestown Tonight, for bygone sins atone This night, you need not walk alone

[strobbylemonade]

requests open!

hallo! i'm lemon! i draw and reblog art mostly. you can find my art under #strbylmn art, and you can also find me on twitter and instagram under the same handle.

what you'll mostly see here is: • team fortress 2 ("obama?" is my gamertag! you might find me on Uncletopia Sydney servers) • hermitcraft / life series (which i post more about on my twitter! professional pearl, bdubs and mumbo enjoyer) ! No hermitshipping on my blog please ! • project moon stuff • and some other stuff like fear & hunger, ace attorney, dungeon meshi or whatever the gods have bestown upon me

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[7cfaherty]

Mind spent, this weary and blistering day!

Setting with a renewed yawn,

Breath deep with a sleeping moan.

Looking forward to the shadow's,

Sleep bestown.

[unravellingsilencehq]

“Oh, Merlin, tell me, does THE EXECUTIONER get what he deserves?” He is in THE DEATH EATERS & OPEN to finding out. 

— he walks through the world as ;

name → jae mulciber pronouns → he/him identification → cis male year of birth → september 1950 - september 1951 face claim → kim woo bin blood status → pure-blood sexual orientation → up to applicant occupation → defence barrister at the department of magical law enforcement at the ministry of magic future information → n/a

— he is best described as ;

CALCULATED and BRASH, he is the taste of HUNDRED GALLEONS worth of CHAMPAGNE, luxurious and belonging to those with WEALTH. A catalyst of DESTRUCTION, he is the COLD edge of an EXECUTIONER’S BLADE; DECISIVE and CALLOUS determining the fate of victims with one fateful BLOW. Yet the HAUNTED GUILT of victims shadows that linger in the dead of night, UNNERVING in its actions of fate driven MADNESS.

— his story starts with ;

tw: abuse, tw: death

The second born to Kyung Mulciber and Yeong Yang, Jae glowed in his parents’ affection as they primped him to raise the Mulciber name into defying glory. Hidden in the secluded mountains of The Lake District, enchanted barriers hid the family from unwelcome prying eyes. Gothic and grand, the manor was envied amongst Pure-Blood elite for its grandeur. Gargoyles kept a luring gaze on the perimeter, while towering family portraits adorned embossed walls cast in crystal chandeliers. Resilient and powerful with exuberant wealth enough for generations to come; Mulciber was a feared household name for its powerful ties to darkness. Souls matching demons, they snarled at Half-Bloods and Mudblood’s alike, batting them into anguish with a superior god complex. Molded into assassins of torment; purist rhetoric was laced in their lives from dusk till dawn. Breeding internal misery, Jae and ERIS MULCIBER [sister] were taught not what beauty magic held but rather what power. Snarled voices echoed like piercing sirens around the garden’s grounds, poisoning any innocence the children held into pure vile vulgarity. A villainous snarl to accompany his bite, Kyung’s teachings were relentless and treacherous;  enough to make even the Thestrals kept on their ground quiver. 

Concealing their illegal devastation with unregistered Gregorovitch wands, they harnessed darkness while slipping through the grasps of the law. The first born, Eris, struck strife with the Cruciatus curse. Jae however took akin to the killing curse. Harsh, blunt, direct, it grew like a disease in his hand; graving it’s power. The troublesome duo relentlessly tormented house elves for their own self-satisfaction. Reveling in screams, elves who disobeyed fell victim. Only once Eris had her fun did Jae put them out of their misery with one swish flick. Dancing in the praise their parents bestowned, they beamed with pride at the monsters they’d created. Though as years passed, connections faded. Once throwing hexes at one another with childish glee, glowering glances turned their relationship sour as Eris grew green with envy watching Jae became his father’s right hand. Though pleasantries dulled as heartbreak shattered the family. LARKIN MULCIBER [brother], caused their mother’s last breath with his first. Lace as black as night hid silent tears, while the stench of alcohol on their father’s breath bit as he hushed Larkin’s wails of tears with bitter hatred. While Eris grew spiteful, Jae grew dependable and divisive; possessing an anger so vile it could burn cities to the ground.

Leaving the Mulciber name growing in the pits of hell, Durmstrang was Jae’s doing. Persistent in his acts of cruelty, his wit and suave became his hallmark.  His charm lured in the unsuspecting; leaving them at his disposal. Dominating the school with a devilish grin, slicked back hair and an arrogant charisma that left even the strongest of witches falling at his feet. Proud, he rose like a phoenix from his mother’s ashes. Enthralled by his father’s guiding words to gather strong connections to benefit them when THE DARK LORD’s [leader] world came to fruition, Jae entrusted only those equally despicable to his side. NYX FALKOV [close friend] was a witch with powerful wandless magic rivaling even his own as she poisoned minds and played fiddle to no man, while OSIRIS SNYDE [best friend] held a somber disposition but whose combat skills could leave any quivering at his feet. Rioting the night they reigned, encouraged by classmates and tutors alike for their sickafance and talent for the dark arts. Graduating with shining medals of honour to his name, Jae’s intellect and ambition for glory reigned. Hungry for power, he strode in his father’s footsteps; knowing his position could claim him leverage and a dominating hand in any room. 

Filled with aristocratic politicians who aimed to benefit themselves, while he held little interest in the justice of Wizengamot, he saw value in its disgrace. Months he watched the meek plead their innocence despite their guilt. Their insolence was intolerable; but presented the perfect opportunity. Cunning as the devil and twice as pretty, Jae turned his hand to law and became a defense barrister with hopes to become of use to The Dark Lord. Safeguarding those with less than savory natures, Jae was untouchable as he pleaded cases for those with horror’s hidden in their eyes. Slick defenses, he unshackled the guilty with owls piled high on his desk from villainous figures pleading for their freedom. One witch that found his behavior despicable was NAMARI NGUYEN [ex-wife], an Auror with bold gumption; if Jae was the executioner, Namari was the liberator. Taking entertainment in her displeasure, as their heated rivalry grew, Jae found himself only wanting to toy with her more. Love, they say, toys a fine parallel line to hatred. Passionate disagreements turned to scandalous moments hidden behind locked doors. While their values classed; their blood and families aligned. The hand of one of the most trusted Auror’s was a wealthy commodity and perfect mask; for who would suspect the husband of a senior officer?

Sipping a fire whiskey on rocks with his father and mistress Meihui, they laughed at the state of the Ministry under the hands of MILLICENT BAGNOLD [acquaintance]. Though when Kyung went to check on his girlfriend, alarmed shouts disrupted the silence. Joining his father, his gaze befell a large serpent luring in the shadows. Swift action, a twisted hand and a hissed ‘Avada Kedavra’ left the creature cold. Only, to their horror, as the scaly beast morphed into a petite woman did they realize it wasn’t a beast at all, but Meihui; a Maledictus unknown to them. But before Kyung and Jae could utter a word, a scream of horror erupted from Namari who’d just returned home. Horrified, her gaze once loving darked before his eyes. With panicked words of informing the Ministry, she fled for her wand. Barely a whisper of a hair from her grasp, before ‘Avada Kedavra’ cut through the air like a guillotine, leaving her too cold as stone on the marble floor. Jae looked upon his wife’s corpse with; death having left his lips from selfish fear of his own fate before he’d even gabbled the consequences. Masquerading murders, Sectumsempra replicated the attack of the late BOOKER BAGNOLD [acquaintance], leading blame to ‘infamous killer’ SILAS CRUMP [person of interest]. And if betrayed, they’d all go burning to hell and drag RABASTAN LESTRANGE [rival] down with them. 

The Solstice of Summer 1983 was as filled with depraved darkness as they’d hoped. Proving his worth by plucking the doomed hair off CLAUDETTE TREMBLAY’s [victim] shoulder; he used polyjuice potion to transfigure into her and set the fatal spell. Claudette took the blame for AMELIA BONES’s [victim] death, setting the death eaters free in the knowledge their secrets died with Bones. Rewarded with the Dark Mark, he basked with pride at being entrusted amongst The Dark Lords inner circle. But with the passing year he’s grown tormented by shadows. Strange events keep happening without explanation, leaving him feeling haunted in guilt as he catches a reflection of a face he swears is his late wife. An unnerving sight that isn’t helped with Namari’s once partner in crime DOUGAL MCKINNON [person of interest] sniffing around. Storm raging in his chest, for a man once assertive, he’s become unstable in his own judgement. Clearing the name of EDRICK SELWYN [associate], in exchange for his early release from Azkaban, he has tasked him to deter Dougal by any means necessary. Swearing to Morgana the Mulciber name will burn glorious as he arises as the air. But what good is a legacy, if you’re unable to bask in all of its power come dawn?

— he is a LEVEL 8 WIZARD & readied for war ;

[cookiecobwebs]

always question what adults have bestown upon you

[the-cadent-roses]

Goodbye World

April 22nd 2023 (10)

._+ Mis-eye-ventures Day CCLXXI +_.

High Hi-(GYM)-ks 百六十七日

It´s birthday time, baby! The 25th to be exact. Early in the morning I got to the central-south parts of  the city, for some group event, that was sadly vacant, yet, the team-members got to gossip for a while, so that´s good, really good. After this, my dear Beautiful-Faerie-Hearth, wassn´t ready yet, so I went of into a central public park, near a library and an important subway crossing, willing to spend the extra money my grandma bestowned upon me, early in the morning. I got a wide and colorful variety of cars for me, several '70 Chevelle SS variants, a HW High and my first Bread Box. As soon as I was done, Beautiful-Faerie-Hearth was ready too, and well on her way; I walked a couple of stations to meet her, there we took a BRT line to meet-up with my mom, we went to a Korean-fusion place, near and important avenue and landmark. Even after so many hours, we had time to return home, leave the least important things and eat some cake, and a chocolate-based beverage Beautiful-Faeri-Hearth brought. Mom took a cab in the nearest subway station, whilst us took the train a couple stations away, to a huge concert venue, a concert of Beautful-Faerie-Hearth, is set to take place tonight...

~Roses~

'70 Chevelle SS Wagons.

Hot Wheels High.

Bread Box.

[chefm0o]

‏‎Today is a perfect day to tell you that you are the best and strongest boss and you are also supporter and great guide ever. May you get the best of everything in life! 🌹 Thank you for all your guidance, inspiration and support through the years. “Wishing you a happy birthday and a year that’s blessed.” #bakyhospitality #lexiesteam #restaurant #bestrestaurant #hospitalitymagazine #bestowner #hotelmanagement #instadaily #bigboss #instarestaurants #chefm0o #chefm00🍄 #newcairo #6octobercity #hospitalitycareer #restaurantmagazine ‎‏ (في ‏‎Heliopolis - Masr El Gdidah‎‏) https://www.instagram.com/p/CEn_gcCBhpY/?igshid=t85bhskpkw72

[a-time-in-space]

When sissy takes pity on me because I scratched my nails against the kennel so much my quicks became visible. #bestowner #lovemysissy (at Pinehurst, North Carolina)

[redfeathered]

I did another silly little thing?

[deceitful-darlings]

In the first year gangbang AU, how do you think the guys would react if their dorm leaders harboured a crush on their slave "wife"?

I think the one who would have the strongest reaction is Sebek. Ace, Deuce, Jack and Epel would be kind of angry before informing the leader about the reader already seen someone without telling them it's the whole gang.

But Sebek... we all know how he is with Malleus, and I believe he would actually encourage it! What a great honour have been bestown upon You, human! The future king is showing interest on a inferior life form such as yourself, you have to be grateful for this opportunity! His master is so merciful and gracious, that he will grant his most loyal retainer a constant taste of the future queen!

...Or so he hopes. I bet Sebek would have doubts about himself, because Malleus is not only royalty, but a pure fae.

This will cause a serious fight. The other first years know they won't be able to pursue reader if she ends up belonging to Malleus.

I think you’re pretty spot on honestly. The others don’t have the level of connections and commitment to their dorm leaders, so they really don’t care too much about their crush on you, well, they’re more cautious around them and careful about what they say about you in their presence, either becoming tight lipped, downplaying your good qualities, or talking about the bad traits you don’t have to make you seem less appealing to them, and informing some about your status to try and ward them off. But Sebek is different, there is the ocsssional half compliment mixed in with his criticism, and of course Malleus is going to be interested in Sebek’s other half, he’s a lonely person who’ll take any opportunity he gets to meet new people, and Sebek certainly isn’t going to tell him he can’t meet you!

But he wasn’t expecting him to come to like you, when Malleus tells him, at first he really isn’t sure what to say. Of course he’s never going to criticise his choice, but you’re human and will that truly be good enough for the next King of The Valley of Thorns? If Malleus is determined on the issue, well his darling should feel honoured to know Malleus-sama’s cares enough to want you even knowing you’re a wife to multiple men! But none of that changes your origins, your blood, is it really even possible for him to take you as a wife when you’ll dilute the magic of the Draconia bloodline?

Not to mention the outrage of the others when they hear about it, the whole point of them working together was to stop this exact kind of situation, and Sebek encouraged it by introducing you to Malleus?! There would be serious fractures in the group, and the remaining 4 would be working together to dissuade Malleus, and to try and keep the two of you apart whatever way they can.