#jianyu: 8

[guhamun]

@nvrcmplt response:

einri will take so Jianyu doesn't feel silly bein' ignored

❝YOU KNOW, EINRI, YOU can always put those wandering fingers of yours to good use and be paid for it.❞ He isn’t aware how that entire statement sounds to anyone else listening in---

[the-monkey-ruler]

Monkey Baby (1993) 猴娃

Director: Wang Junzheng / Li Xiaowan Starring: Liu Xiaolingtong / Li Hailong / Zhang Jie / Xu Yuanjie / Yang Mi / Chen Jianyue / Qiao Qi / Shi Dawei / Qixiaolingtong / Niu Ben / Cai Baoguo / Yang Donghu / Wang Yuejie / Zhang Lixin / Lian Qi / Sun Zhaonan Genre: Drama / Biography / Drama Country/Region of Production: Mainland China Language: Mandarin Chinese Date: 1993 (Mainland China) Number of episodes: 8 IMDb: tt32582032 Type: Crossover

Summary:

In the early 1960s, Shaoxing opera master Liu Lingtong won the love of audiences at home and abroad with his wonderful performance and solid stage skills. As the saying goes, a tiger father will have a dog son. Liu Lingtong's son Tianxing also lived up to his father's expectations and became an outstanding actor. He saved the stage at the age of three and went to Beijing at the age of eight. The little monkey he played was so lifelike that he was praised by Chairman Mao and Premier Zhou. It was also during this period that the name of Xiao Liu Lingtong spread like wildfire and became widely known. However, there are unexpected events, and such a genius in the opera world suffered the biggest blow in his life. At the golden age of 16, leukemia mercilessly attacked Xiao Liu Lingtong. He could only pin his hope of revitalizing drama on his younger brother Tianlai (Liu Xiaolingtong)... This film won the 14th "Flying Apsaras Award" and the 12th "Golden Eagle Award" for the best children's series.

Source: https://movie.douban.com/subject/2252765/

Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1p-jyZ_TQhA

[hwanfans]

my boys planet picks ( not really in order )

1. na kamden

2. s.hanbin

3. hao

4. taerae

5. jiwoong

6. junhyeon

7. gyuvin

8. seunghwan

9. jay

10. jingxiang

11. jianyu

[kpopmultifan]

Mnet idol survival show BOYS PLANET (the boys version of the successful GIRLS PLANET 999 which spawned Kep1er) has released a set of profile images of the competing trainees.. The series debut is scheduled for February 2nd.

1. Chen Jianyu (STAR ON Entertainment) 2. Chen Kuanjui 3. Chen Liang 4. Chen Renyou 5. Chen Yugeng (T Entertainment; Youth With You 3 alum) 6. Cong 7. Dang Honghai (Fantagio) 8. Dong Dong (Stardust Entertainment) 9. Feng Junlan (Stardust Entertainment) 10. Haru

[rosalee208]

You know you can be a kid and a big...... I repeat very big idiot sometimes" Ryan suddenly started to talk while he and rose was visiting a friend's house. Rose was a little surprised at his sudden change of behavior. Did she do something to tick him off? What she didn't expect was for him to stand up and come to her and getting on his one knee in front of her. " We fight a lot. We bicker. We are like at each other's throat most of the time. You make me go crazy. Both good and a bad way. Yet I can't find it in me to want to let you go." He paused a little smiling at her. " You are stubborn and really wild. To be around you is like taking care of a baby. You are impulsive and crazy. Still I don't know why but I don't want to lose you at all." He chuckled looking at her. She stood there with her mouth open as if seen a ghost. Her eyes were beginning to become teary as if still not getting what was about to happen. " So....... Rose..... Or should I formally call you Rosalie Anders........ Will you..... Make me the happiest man by becoming my wife?" He finally asked the question as he took out the small box from his pocket to show her the ring.

Rose couldn't form any words inside her head all she did was nod her head as tears ran down along her cheeks. " Yess" She whispered again and again. " Yessssssssssss I will marry you" This time she screamed with joy.

[BIU] That's when Forever Started.

[B] Five Month is Very Little Time!!!!!!!

Only five month before the big event and so much to do. Rose was going nuts. Five month is not enough time. To plan a wedding. No wonder she is becoming a bridezilla. She was sitting on the floor of their living room with a parchment and ink. "Ok you can do it Rose. Make a list of the things you need to do" She said to herself as she motivated her not to have a breakdown. Ryan was not home. Even if he was he wouldn't be much help that's for sure.

[U]LIST

1. Wedding venue booking

2. Reception venue booking

3. Flower and decorations

4. The cake

5. The dresses

6. Bridesmaid dress hunting

7. Finding shoes to go with the dresses.

Making a list of the guests.

8. Buying wedding accessories

9. See a wedding planner.

10. Make sure to send Ryan to go for a fitting for his suit.

11. Buying his ring.

"Ughhhhhh this is hard" Rose groaned as she thought of what else she had to do but didn't find anything else. "I guess that has to do then" She then got up and went to their bedroom. She made a list of the bridesmaids. " I better go dress shopping soon or I would end up having no dress to wear at the wedding. Rose sighed. All this planning is making her tired. She picked up her phone and searched for a wedding planner. She can't do this alone.

Two weeks has been gone Rose has been very busy. She had to make a list for her bridesmaid group. It was actually easy as she didn't have much friend. She had contacted with a planner. They have been doing a lot of planning. The toughest part is to find a perfect place for the wedding. Rose had work today and she had to be on her feet for the whole time. By the time she came back home her feet was aching.

Rose and Ryan have met with the planner. Ryan was actually worried about his finace. He knows how annoyingly perfectionist Rose can be and that both annoyed him and amazed him.

Rose was going through the list of what to do today. "Love you need to go out with Feng and Jianyu for your Tuxedo shopping. Don't forget it. And plz bring me some takeout and my ice cream. " Rose gave her instructions without even looking up from the list. Ryan nodded smiling lovingly even though she couldn't see.

[U]At the dress shopping

The girls and Rose were really excited today. " Girls go pick out the dresses you like. I'll go look for something too." Rose said with a smile. " Make sure to get something that will make Ryan go crazy! " Misty teased Rose making her blush. Rose just laughed and went to go look for something that she liked. Too many options. She wanted something simple but something that suited her. One dress caught her eyes and she immediately knew that was the one.

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Two months till the wedding. Rose was currently in bed curled up as she slept soundly like a baby kitten. Ryan got home and found her that way and a smile unknowingly made its way to his face. Ryan made sure not to make any sound as he moved closer to the bed and pulled the blanket up tucking it around her. " Rest love. You are working too much kitten" He softly said and leaned in to gently kiss her forehead.

"What do you mean by the flowers can't be delivered in time!!!!!! I told you to check with them earlier!!!! How can they just suddenly say that they can't do it?!!!! Just....... Never mind....... " Rose let out a frustrated sigh as she hung up on the phone. "What's wrong babe? " Ryan asked hugging her from behind. " They can't send this many flowers in time" Rose said ready to cry any moment because of how helpless she felt. Ryan made her turn so he could see her face. " We can always use magic love" He chuckled. " I know....... But I wanted to do everything without magic " She pouted. " Don't worry everything will be ok" He smiled and gave a gentle kiss on her lips.

One month before the wedding. Rose found out she was pregnant two weeks ago. Ryan wouldn't let her do much work anymore after finding out. He made sure she was resting properly, eating and not stressing. Rose loved how caring and protective he was of her. Almost all the preparations were coming along nicely. The venue was booked. The menu was set. The cake was decided. Dress shopping was done only needed a final fitting. Rose sighed happily as she layed down on their bed thinking about everything and how this all started.

A week before the wedding. Rose was nervous. She was feeling scared. What if the venue isn't decorated nicely the way she wanted, what if she doesn't fit in her dress.... She did gain a little weight because of all the pampering she received. What if the priest gets struck with lightning and dies? So many what if's. The worst of them was what if Ryan changes his mind and thinks she isn't the one for him. She is hella sure she doesn't deserve someone like him. He is too perfect. And she is nothing special, just an average girl. What will she do if he leaves her now? She was emotionally a mess. She was really excited to get married but on the other hand she was terrified of these what if's. Ryan could easily read her like a book. One look at her and he k ew what was going on in that head of hers. " Everything is going to be ok. You have me here with you. I'm not going to leave. We are going to be a married couple in a week from now ok. Our forever is going to start soon. I love you and nothing is going to change that" He said and pulled her closer to him. " I love you my future wifey"

                               THE END

[this-is-a-love-story-fleabag]

Fork you, then (10/10)

Fleabag saves her friend Boo’s life and earns a spot in the Good Place, but is everything here really so perfect? And what’s up with the hot priest next door? 2282 words. Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9. Also on ao3.

"Janet? Janet, what the fork is happening?" bellows the priest, leaping up and pulling her away from the control panel.

"How do we stop it?" yells his neighbour, flipping some levers back to their original positions.

"Is that a brake?" He grabs at a huge, heavy lever in the floor and hefts it downwards with all his strength. The train begins to slow, but with an almighty screech of metal, the wheels leave the tracks and the carriage skews sideways. There's a sheer rock wall of mountainside approaching, far too rapidly for them to stop in time.

"Janet? Janet, what the fork is happening?" bellows the priest, leaping up and pulling her away from the control panel.

"How do we stop it?" yells his neighbour, flipping some levers back to their original positions.

"Is that a brake?" He grabs at a huge, heavy lever in the floor and hefts it downwards with all his strength. The train begins to slow, but with an almighty screech of metal, the wheels leave the tracks and the carriage skews sideways. There's a sheer rock wall of mountainside approaching, far too rapidly for them to stop in time. He throws her back towards the opposite side of the carriage and throws himself over her, shielding her body with his own.

"I forking love you," he says as the impact hits them.

"I love you too-" she manages to gasp, just as they take their last breath together-

A loud buzzer goes off.

All at once, the train and the mountain dissolve into thin air and the two humans are deposited unceremoniously on the marble floor of Tahani's main foyer. The room around them erupts into cheers and someone lets off a party popper.

"Congratulations," says Eleanor, helping them to their feet.

The priest only has eyes for his lover, brushing off imaginary debris from her unsullied clothes and kissing her unharmed forehead feverishly. She laughs and pecks at his lips again and again, then grabs the back of his neck and reels him in for a deep, hot kiss. They carry on for a while, hands sliding over flesh and mouths devouring each other, until someone behind them coughs uncomfortably and they reluctantly bring their attention back to the room at large.

"We know this isn't the Good Place," she says steadily, crossing her arms across her chest.

"No," says Tahani. "This has been a test, and you" - she boops both of their noses - "have just passed with flying colours."

"You know, you were a real tough nut to crack," says Michael, looking delighted and tugging on his bow tie. "That's why we had to get the whole soul squad in. This is actually the fifth time that you've both been through the system, but the first time that we put you together."

"That was my idea!" says Jianyu, beaming delightedly. "I figured, I've been a dope person ever since I met my girl-"

"Not a girl," corrects Janet.

"-and I was like, woah, we should do this for these guys and make them talk about their problems!"

"Good job, bud," says Eleanor with only a hint of condescension. He holds his hand up for a high five and she returns it. "Would you like to see some highlights of your previous tests?"

"I guess?"

She flings up a hovering screen and the two test subjects are displayed in side-by-side split-screen. On the right, the priest is shown cowering inside a crudely-dug hole in the earth, walling himself in using stacks of bibles. On the left, she streaks naked through the town square, screaming at the top of her lungs. The images shift, and she is now curled up in bed weeping, spooning a bottle of wine the size of a Newfoundland, while he is fleeing from a ravening fox, pushing other residents and, at one point, a baby, out of his way in his panic.

"As you can see, you did very badly in the previous reboots," says Chidi, not unkindly.

"It doesn't feel like any time had passed," says the priest. "How can we have gone through this so many times?"

Eleanor mutters something that sounds like, but cannot possibly actually be, "Jeremy Bearimy".

"Time is... complicated," she says eventually.

"The important thing is, you've passed, and now we're sending you to the real Good Place," enthuses Michael, gripping them both by the shoulder. "Let's take a look at your change in points totals." He waves a hand at the screen and a graph with two lines appears. "Now, you both had to overcome your tendencies to run away from your problems - you with a rigid set of moral codes that left you with no room to trust your own instincts, and you by having sex with literally everything that moves."

She shrugs, not disagreeing with his point.

"Once we put you together you really started to engage with your actual issues and become emotionally vulnerable, and that's when you really started earning points. That love declaration at the end there really gave you both a boost, really nice little bonus."

"Nice little bonus?" says the priest weakly. His partner reaches for his hand and squeezes it.

"We've called the Good Place transport for you," explains Tahani, ushering them towards the buffet table. "It should be here any minute, but first you should each have some cake and a glass of champagne."

The cake is elaborately iced with the words "YOU'RE ADEQUATE", but it is at least delicious. They get through quite a few glasses of champagne and an uncomfortable number of compliments from the other partygoers before the cry goes up that the transport has arrived.

They are led to the town square, where a colossal golden hot air balloon is just touching down onto the cobblestones.

Eleanor makes an exaggerated pair of finger guns. "Once you've settled in there, you should definitely come and look me up."

"I'm standing right here," grumbles Chidi.

"Are you ready?" asks the priest, ignoring them both and turning to his lover.

She reflects on this for a moment and then drains her drink. Placing down the glass, she grabs his hand. "Yeah."

"Yeah," he agrees, and they step into the golden hot air balloon together.

A chorus of goodbyes surrounds them as the burner roars to life and the basket begins to lift them into the atmosphere.

"What do you think it's going to be like?" he murmurs, looking into her eyes rather than at the landscape unrolling beneath them.

"We might finally be able to fork without an audience. Unless..." she bites her lip and smirks.

"No, no, no, no, I don't want an audience," he chuckles, drawing her into his arms. They look out over the night sky, and the stars coalesce into words.

"Welcome! You are now entering the Good Place."

[soritesparadox]

idk if it’s just me and my dumbass sense of humour but genuinely one of the funniest and most underrated scenes in The Good Place was in season 1 when Jason used a magic 8 ball to answer Tahani’s questions because he was still pretending to be Jianyu, and he was looking at the wrong fucking side and just said ‘made in Taiwan’ and Chidi was all like ‘yes you were. you were made in Taiwan’.

[hellstrop-taste-test]

Chapters: 3/15 Fandom: The Good Place (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Michael (The Good Place)/Eleanor Shellstrop, Past Eleanor Shellstrop/Chidi Anagonye Characters: Michael (The Good Place), Eleanor Shellstrop, Chidi Anagonye, Jianyu Li | Jason Mendoza, Tahani Al-Jamil, Shawn (The Good Place), Real Eleanor Shellstrop | Vicky, Trevor (The Good Place), The Caretaker (OC) Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, First Time, Fun with all the tropes, Love, There's a ball!, Afterlife, Character Death, practise kissing, Road Trips, Sharing a Bed, Hellstrop, sort of slow burn, Idiots in Love, smitten demon, Post Season 3 Ep 8 (Don't Let the Good Life Pass You By), Canon Divergence, Surprising amount of binge watching, Friendship on Fire, Even space makes a cameo Summary:

In which the gang is at a crossroads after Michael and Janet's trip to see Doug Forcett. Eleanor commiserates with Michael and the gang settles in Canada for a spell to raise money for their next big idea- a network of schools to lift people up to do good in the world. Michael has to learn how to be a fake date for a rich lady and Eleanor volunteers to teach him how to romance. Which doesn't get complicated...at all. There's silliness, more tropes than you can shake a stick at, kissing, drinking, dancing, death, an afterlife, a smidge of self-realisation, a lil fade-to-black (wink wink nudge nudge), and just maybe a chance to save the forking universe. (tldr: Slow burn Hellstrop)

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[ellestra]

Different kind of hell

I think this experimental setting is flawed. It’s not just that the sample number is low - in people (8 in total) and repeats (the new r are basically just second repeat). My bigger issue is that the conditions are not the same. And not just that there are no demons there this time. Or that there are humans there to help instead of just creating more obstacles.

The first Four were chosen by Michael very carefully to torture each other. It wasn’t all clowns and missing out flying lessons. They have personalities and traits that were supposed to make each other lives miserable. Chidi’s stomach-aches created by everything Eleanor. Eleanor inferiority complex triggered by Tahani. Tahani feeling ignored by Jianyu. Jason being completely destroyed by not being able to be himself. And all the other interactions that made their lives hell.

This time Shawn picked the people who are supposed to torture the original Four not each other. It’s not the New 4 hell. It’s still one made for the original ones. This not the same experiment.

[annazverina]

2018 Letter to the World

At the start of 2018, I told myself that I would try to make it the best year possible for myself and the people around me. Did that happen? No. Humans suck at consistency. I once read somewhere that it takes thirty days to develop a habit and one day to break it. Whoever said that is right. Most of us make New Year’s resolutions at the start of the year. I quit doing that a long time ago, because I knew I wouldn’t maintain them. I instead create a bucket list of everything I want to do before the end of the year. It includes trying new things, kicking ass with an upcoming event, and reconnecting with people I haven’t seen in a long time. I always complete those.

I’ve never heard anyone wonder aloud why the world has gotten the way it is, but I’m sure we all have internally at some point. I certainly have, and I have a guess as to why. It’s us. The human race. I don’t blame Trump, natural disasters, or the media. We are what’s wrong with the world.

There have been a few things thrown at me this year that I took something from. They are being a good person, optimism, and disappointment. Firstly, being a good person.

I started watching NBC’s the Good Place recently. It’s a really funny show about four dead humans who ascend to the Good Place, run by an architect named Michael. The main character, Eleanor, realizes that she really belongs in the Bad Place, and turns to her soulmate, Chidi, a philosophy professor, to learn ethics. Meanwhile, she befriends Tahani, who believes she is nearly perfect, and Jason, who is mistaken to be a silent Buddhist Monk named Jianyu.

Throughout the series the characters learn how to become the best people they can be, and that’s how I like to live my life. Earlier this year I posted a blog on Tumblr called “How to be a Good Person.” Part of being a good person is expecting to come across people who are different. I didn’t know religions other than Christianity existed or go to school with an Asian until I was twelve. I didn’t treat people who were different growing up well because nothing prepared me for it. This part of my Letter is going to parents and primary educators. World cultures is an important thing for students to learn. They don’t need to know the details, but they need to know that there are people who are different in the world. Everyone must be treated with common human decency, even if you don’t agree with who they are.

Selfishness is something most people possess. I’m guilty of it too. On paper, selflessness sounds easy; put others before yourself. What exactly does that mean?

Your colleague’s laptop stops working. You just got a new laptop for yourself, but still have your older one that works on hand. The colleague obviously needs a laptop to do his job, so generously, you allow them to use yours until they can get a new one. That was very selfless of you. You didn’t have to offer your laptop, but you did out of the goodness of your heart.

After a short while, you and your colleague are going to lunch together. You go to his office to ask if they’re ready to leave. He says yes, slams the laptop shut, and tosses it onto the couch across the room, where his bag is.

You kindly ask them to be more careful, and that they shouldn’t throw around other people’s stuff. They argue, “You shouldn’t miss phone calls or not answer messages right away.”

First off, that was rude. Second off, that colleague was not thinking about how that laptop did not belong to them. They were being selfish. They completely ignored the fact that you generously allowed them to borrow your laptop and that the laptop belonged to another person.

In short, education on common human decency and thinking about your actions is something that needs to be taught from Kindergarten through 12th Grade. They tried teaching that to us in elementary school and some in middle school, but once we got to high school most of us completely forgot the warnings they gave us in grade school.

Now we’ll move onto Optimism.

Earlier this year I posted something called The 8:1 Ratio. Throughout the world, there are eight goods to one bad, and unfortunately, the bad usually overpowers the good. It’s especially prominent on the media. Every single day I go on Twitter and read up on the bad news in the world. That’s half of what people post. The other half are funny or great things going on in the world. In reality, there is more good than bad. The media fails to see that, unfortunately.

Good doesn’t mean a huge life achievement. Good can mean having a delicious meal, finding 20 dollars on the ground, or finally going to bed after a long day. Bad likes to overshadow all of that. Even something as simple as hitting your leg against a table and bruising it can turn the whole day upside down. For some reason, our minds like to remember bad things more than good things. Next year, at the end of each day, think about the stuff that happened throughout the day. Ask yourself what things were good. Fall asleep on those good thoughts.

I sort of live by the phrase, “Hope for the best, and prepare for the worst.”

Whoever originally said that is right. I lost my first closer family member this year. It was very sudden, but I had 24 hours to prepare myself for the bad news to come. We found out what happened on a Friday morning, and I thought about it throughout the day. I hardly shed any tears when I found out he died the next morning. I’ve only lost a few people in my life, but I’ve taken those deaths really well.

Of course I wanted that family member to recover, and I hoped he would. This is one of those complicated subjects. Even if a good outcome is impossible, it’s always okay to have that little sliver of hope that something will suddenly turn around. You don’t even have to express it. You can keep it to yourself. If you prepare for the worst, and the best ends up happening, it’s the most pleasant surprise that you can have.

Disappointment… Not a lot of people take that well. In fact, I’ve taken disappointment worse than death a few times. I’ve had a few disappointments in high school, considering I’m actively involved in band and choir, and I’ve worked my way to high positions in both. Getting a high position in anything is never easy. You have to work your way up to it. In my post, “To My Fellow Americans,” I said in all capitals, “NOT EVERYONE CAN GET THEIR WAY!”

I auditioned for a leadership position in band at the end of my freshman year. I got it, but obviously there were people who wanted my spot but didn’t get it. Next to the list of new leaders were a letter from each band director talking about disappointment. They all talked about how they didn’t always get the positions they wanted either, and that it was okay. Think about it; even though they didn’t always get their way in school, they still managed to become the directors of one of the best bands in the country. It’s okay if you don’t get your way. There are billions of things in the world you can try and do. Don’t confine yourself to a single thing.

I joined choir sophomore year, and was in the top mixed choir by junior year. At the end of each year everyone auditions for the next year. Junior year I auditioned, and was moved down to the varsity women’s group as Alto 2 section leader. I wasn’t mad at all, but I thought I would’ve stayed in mixed.

My director knows me, and he knew I’d be disappointed and in his office first thing Monday morning to discuss the results. We sat down, and he compared my scores to people who made mixed. I was a few slots away from maintaining my spot, but my tone in audition wasn’t great (I’m honestly not that great of a choral singer). I said okay, and we moved on.

The next day I was put back in mixed. Due to the results, a lot of people in the program quit or got kicked out. My director emailed my mother and praised us for dealing with the results with “grace and humility.”

What’s the point of this show off story? Don’t be a little bitch when you don’t get your way. JUST DEAL WITH IT! If it severely affects your way of life, don’t sit around and whine all day about it. Figure out how you can fix it. Can’t fix it? Then learn to adapt. Be more flexible. Again, you won’t always get your way, and that’s okay.

This year sucked… that’s what people say. Maybe it really didn’t. Maybe you just allowed that one bad thing to overpower your eight good things. Maybe you allowed yourself to whine and complain about a disappointment that doesn’t really matter too much. No one can achieve perfection, but we can damn well work smarter to be our best self. Happy New Year!

HAPPY NEWS: sunnyskyz.com

The 8:1 Ratio: annazverina.tumblr.com/post/172487809552/

How to be a Good Person: annazverina.tumblr.com/post/172387691017/

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[guhamun]

@paramythas said (inbox):

Fēng Xùn is just gonna lean on Jianyu- he looks sturdy enough to nap on.

     JIANYU GRUNTED A LITTLE, thoroughly taken aback as the Esper leaned against him -- very clearly ready to doze at any given time. How could anyone want pass out on their feet like this? That was the real mystery to him. ❝You know, if you’re tired, there’s a nearby bench you can lounge against rather than me.❞ He was trying to do his job here! How was he supposed to do any of that with these kind of distractions? The bench was like right there. All they had to do was walk a couple more feet and that would be that!

[daisylims-blog]

what’s good gays nd gorls . in case y’all don't know me i’m leo , previously the mun for zhong jianyu (who we’re just gonna say fled town just like always hehe ) anyway . here is a just a lil bit about ms. daisy lim under the cut ! its a lil rushed bc im at work lol but its ok its ok

[ muse l ] did you see [ daisy lim ] at the store the other day? they remind me of [ lee sung kyung ] at first glance. can you really believe they’re [ 25 ] you know, this is a small town, so i know they’ve been here for [ 2 years ]. i think [she] is a [uni student/reef cinema employee]? i admire them a lot, i heard [ gashina by sunmi ] from their headphones. music taste really tells a lot about a person, huh. wait, i’m sure i saw them [ throwing things ] around town! [ 8 style superstar, est, they/them ]

born in the u.s. but her family moved back to South Korea when she was 4

one younger brother

closest to one of her cousins who’s only 8 months apart in age

moved to an area close to bikini bottom when she was 21 and eventually moved to bikini bottom at 23 because she heard the uni there was neat and she wanted to get some Good Schooling ya kno

big foodie . will always be found in the Krusty Krab for whatever reason and will be munching on something (even if its her pen)

going to bubble university or whatever its called to pursue a degree in biotech

works at reef cinema over the weekends and on breaks lol .. don't expect to see her there otherwise

Highkey Fake ...... what a surprise

low-key evil

.. friendly tho.. I guess? 

she’s in the grey area when it comes to morals .

like her alignment would be neutral evil ig

chronic lier. its hard to stop at some point

has a temper and loves to throw things at people, like fries, sticks, popcorn, anything in a 5 foot radius of her lol

sarcastic lil shit but maybe y'all will love her lol idk

might have had slight influence from deadpool and ron swanson while coming up with her character ... might have hehe

this isn't a full thing ya kno bc im trying to be flexible and shit with her and im tight on time since my schedule is packed besides the weekends and I have the worst time management ever .. so pls bear with me lol

anyway.... on an end note ............... please watch this video + this video if u wanna hehe and please like this post !! I'll try to slide into ur dms today while im at work hehe or like . tomorrow during my breaks lol

[this-is-a-love-story-fleabag]

Fork you, then (9/10)

Fleabag saves her friend Boo’s life and earns a spot in the Good Place, but is everything here really so perfect? And what’s up with the hot priest next door? 2282 words. Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. Also on ao3.

I spend longer than I'm proud of in front of the mirror making sure that my outfit says "I'm totally fine with whatever happens next because I am a chic, independent woman who is capable of dealing with rejection and not at all liable to start ugly crying." Only a red sundress can say this.

I head over to rap on his front door and what greets me as he opens the door takes my breath away - he's wearing his usual neatly pressed (delightfully form-fitting) black trousers, and shiny black shoes - but his top half is clad in a loose, open-necked shirt.

"You're not wearing your special priesty collar thing," I say in lieu of a greeting.

"Hello," he responds. "No, I'm not." He looks relaxed. Oh god, maybe he's winning at inner peace. Bastard.

I'm pretty sure I am nailing inner peace. I am a meditation machine, I've been eating salad like a motherfucker, and I have entirely sworn off casual sex, although that hasn't really had to be a conscious choice given that nobody in this godforsaken paradise will fuck me. It's fine. I don't do that any more.

I did have a little snog with my priest last night, but then we had to run and corral a fucking unicorn, which ruined the mood a bit, and we haven't really talked about it. I got to ride on the unicorn's back all the way home, which was cool right up until it bit me. It turns out, I hate unicorns.

We agreed to meet for brunch today after we'd managed to wrangle that horrid creature back into Eleanor's stable and then staggered back to our separate beds, bruised and grubby.

I spend longer than I'm proud of in front of the mirror making sure that my outfit says "I'm totally fine with whatever happens next because I am a chic, independent woman who is capable of dealing with rejection and not at all liable to start ugly crying." Only a red sundress can say this.

I head over to rap on his front door and what greets me as he opens the door takes my breath away - he's wearing his usual neatly pressed (delightfully form-fitting) black trousers, and shiny black shoes - but his top half is clad in a loose, open-necked shirt.

"You're not wearing your special priesty collar thing," I say in lieu of a greeting.

"Hello," he responds. "No, I'm not." He looks relaxed. Oh god, maybe he's winning at inner peace. Bastard.

"Come on in," he continues, ushering me through to his kitchen. The door to his bedroom is open and I can see that the sheets on the bed are mussed. I know for a fact that they weren't like that yesterday because I've been systematically sneaking all of the best sex toys out of his cupboards when he isn't looking.

He motions for me to sit down at the kitchen table, where there's a stack of waffles and bacon waiting, then sits down next to me and rests his hand on my knee.

"What's wrong with you?" I ask. "Did I solve all your hang-ups with my magic lips?"

"No," he laughs.

"Was it the unicorn? Did it poop on you?"

"You know it forking pooped on me, you were laughing your head off."

"Did the magical unicorn poop solve all your hang-ups?"

He makes a noise that is part-way between fond and exasperated. "Would you please take this seriously for a minute?"

"That's not really my strong suit."

He gives me a look.

"Fine, what?"

He takes my hand and looks me in the eyes. "I've just realised that for the first time since I've been here, I've finally started to feel hopeful again." His thumb traces over mine, warm skin brushing over warm skin. "I think that has... a lot to do with you."

I don't really know what to say so I shove half a waffle in my mouth.

"You've never really tried to follow half of the rules that I've spent so much time living by. You're so passionate and loving and uninhibited, and none of that has stopped you from being a good person." Wrong. "So maybe I don't need the rules or the collar, maybe I can let myself..."

I manage to swallow and cut him off before he can say anything else. "I am not a good person." Tears are pricking at the corners of my eyes and the guilt is gripping my heart like a vice.

The softness in his gaze is unbearable. "I know that you are."

"That is such bullshirt. You don't know what I've done."

"So tell me."

"I forked my best friend's boyfriend and then she tried to walk into forking traffic," I spit. "I lived my life all wrong."

He holds my hand tighter and doesn't drop his gaze. "Everybody makes mistakes."

"Oh, fork off."

"Thinking of yourself as a good person terrifies you, doesn't it?"

"It doesn't terrify me, I'm just not one."

"You're impressive," he says simply, with so much sincerity that for a second I almost believe him. He raises our joined hands to his lips and drops a kiss onto my fingers.

"Tell me about Boo," he says gently.

I sniff, a few tears having forced their way out of my eyes, and let out a breathless laugh. "I think she might have been my favourite person ever."

"How did she feel about that?"

"You can't just tell people how you feel, are you insane?"

He nods. "Right, good point, sorry." I laugh wetly. Sarcastic bastard.

"I should have told her."

"Who knows, maybe she'll end up here too. Maybe you can still tell her."

"Probably. She was always the best one out of the two of us. " I reflect for a second. "I keep meaning to ask if my mum's here. She died a while ago."

"Why haven't you?"

"I just..."

"What?"

"What if she doesn't want to see me?"

"She will," he says with certainty.

"I'm not ready to find out."

"I understand," he says, bumping me with his shoulder. "Now eat your waffles before they go soggy."

To my surprise, heaven is a terrible place to engage in a courtship.

After we finish breakfast, he cradles my face with his maple syrup-sticky fingers and kisses me fiercely, crowding me up against the cabinets. I push him backwards until he's lying on his back on the kitchen table and I'm looming over him on all fours, and he's just working his hands up the length of my thighs and rucking up the hem of my skirt when Michael knocks on the window.

"What?" snaps the priest, unusually irritated - which is quite a compliment, really.

"Oh, I'm so sorry to intrude," frets Michael, wringing his hands. "There's been an infestation of interdimensional termites and you need to evacuate the building right now before it collapses." On cue, with a creak, a ceiling beam comes crashing down, inches from my head.

One afternoon as we're camped out on my sofa arguing about Doctor Who, the pesky termites having been dealt with somehow, he pulls me onto his lap and we're just getting into a very promising make-out session when Tahani pounces, sweeping in through the door with a wicker basket. She pulls tall cake stands and the makings for an entire high tea out of the improbably small space, like Mary Poppins' handbag or possibly the TARDIS, then proceeds to ply us with scones, tiny sandwiches, and tedious conversation for the entire afternoon.

A few days afterwards, after a lot of discussion and negotiation, the priest is strapping my wrists into a set of padded leather cuffs and fastening me securely to the posts of his ridiculous bed. I'm half-naked already, my tits exposed through the open buttons of my shirt (his shirt, I stole it), my knickers are most of the way off, and he's got his teeth sunk into the side of my neck, when Jianyu opens the door and walks calmly into the room.

"What the fork?" I ask, trying to shoo him away with my mind. Jianyu just bows deeply and settles cross-legged in a corner, then begins to silently meditate while staring directly at us. Honestly, I would be fine with carrying on, but the priest gets a little self-conscious, so he just unshackles me quietly and we leave the room. Total clit-block.

When Chidi interrupts us, we aren't even doing anything sexy - we put together a nice picnic basket and are comfortably ensconced on a large tartan blanket next to one of Tahani's enormous fountains, sharing a quiche and talking about everything and nothing. I'm staring into his gorgeous brown eyes like a complete sap as he enthuses about Charles Dickens and it's one of those perfect moments when it seems like you're the only people in the world.

"Hey, you two," says Chidi, plopping himself down onto the blanket and proving me wrong. "I'm so glad I ran into you, I have all these new books I want to go over with someone!" I groan and bury my head in the priest's lap and bid goodbye to our romantic afternoon.

A week or so later, we stay up late for a very nice dinner at the clam chowder brasserie, and walk home hand-in-hand through the winding, cobbled streets. I end up pinned into the alcove just inside my front door, being consensually mauled by my neighbour, who's sucking little bruises into my collarbone and pressing his knee in between my thighs in just the right way...

At this moment, Eleanor bursts in the door to tell us that the unicorn is giving birth and she needs us on hand to cut the umbilical cord.

Later, we fall asleep as soon as we hit the sheets, after taking off our elbow-length plastic gloves and showering off the amniotic glitter that somehow got into every crevice of our bodies. We wake up achy and exhausted, and he buries his face in my neck and groans.

"I wish there was some way we could just be alone for 24 hours," he murmurs into my skin.

I have an idea. "Janet? Is there somewhere that we can go that's not here?"

We alight the train in a huge empty field and trek for what seems like an eternity in the burning sunshine. The priest is fidgeting and rubbing the back of his neck - his skin is probably already starting to burn, so I bump him with my shoulder and flop my hat over his head. The big sunflower on the brim quite suits him, actually.

Finally, we come across a neat little house surrounded by flowers, and rap on the door. It's opened by a wild-looking man in a tuxedo, holding a martini glass full of fridge magnets.

"Good Derek," he says politely. "How may I Derek you today?"

"Uh-" I begin.

"Derek, go and stand in the closet and be quiet," says a sharp voice. A walking set of shoulder pads comes to the door and smiles at us insincerely. Derek stomps away, muttering "Maximum Derek" to himself, over and over.

"Is he OK?" asks the priest, peering around the corner.

"No, his brain is wrong and he has a musical instrument for a penis."

"Is that a euphemism?" I ask. I knew a guy like that once.

"No," she says flatly. "How can I help you fine people? Come right on in. Do you like cocaine?"

"So you're telling me, you're here on some kind of fucked-up honeymoon?"

"I can swear here?" gasps the priest. "Thank fuck."

"Too fucking right," I agree, and he cups my face and kisses me. Mindy makes retching sounds in the background, but she's coked up to her eyeballs at this point so I don't think much of it.

"We just need to borrow your spare room for a day," I say, as the priest rubs little circles over the base of my skull with his thumb. "Or maybe two days."

"I don't know why they keep interrupting us," he pouts. I want to bite his lip. "We're supposed to be having a good time."

"Oh my God," she drawls, sounding unbelievably bored, "it's as though you're not even in the Good Place at all."

We turn to her, wide-eyed and gaping.

"Oh please," she scoffs. "You would have figured it out ages ago if you weren't too busy-" She makes an obscene, but very accurate, hand gesture. "I mean, I looked it up, and there have been literally no Catholic priests who have made it into the Good Place. Ever."

"I wasn't the bad kind of priest," he mumbles, but my mind is too busy whirring to pay attention.

"We're being tortured," I say slowly. "That makes a lot more sense." We're just digesting this information when there's a knock on the door. Mindy frowns and strides over to open it.

"Hi," says Janet cheerily, waving at us. "I have a message for you from Eleanor - she says it's time for you to find out the truth. Please come with me."

Derek appears, walking backwards out of the bedroom ."Well, well, well," he announces. "Janet, Janet, Janet, Janet. Janet, Janet, Janet, Janet Janet."

"Go away, Derek," says Janet firmly. "I do not want to talk to you."

"Janet Janet Janet," he continues.

"Leave."

He deflates. "OK, Mommy-ex-girlfriend," he says, sounding like a lost little boy. "Take this, to remember me by." He hands her the glass full of magnets, which she grabs from him and stalks off towards the train station.

"We could just stay here and fuck forever," I say to the priest. I'm only 50% serious.

"Come on," he says, jerking his head towards the door and giving me one of his crooked smiles. After saying our goodbyes to Mindy, we trail reluctantly behind Janet and take a seat on the train. I toy idly with two of the magnets out of the martini glass.

"I don't want this all to end," I say quietly.

"Me neither," he says, taking my hand.

The train jolts as it rounds a corner and abruptly the magnets fly out of my grip and adhere firmly to Janet's forehead. She twitches and jerks, pulling levers on the control panel at random.

We watch in horror as the train speeds up and misses the next station entirely, careening out of control down the tracks.

[wishiwasbulletproof]

Happy Father’s Day I will now judge my original dads

Mitchel Watkiss: king of making best out of a bad situation. Maybe shouldn’t have agreed to that pact but reasons why are understandable. Didn’t deserve to die 7/10

Alfred Chaston: again you shouldn’t have done that. Had less sympathetic reasons but can’t hold it against him since he died 5/10

James Steam: overshadowed by your horrible wife. Useless also. 3/10

Kristofer Ellgood: garbage, garbage man, I hope you’re suffering in hell. -10/10

Olivier Castoria: bitch. Blocked. 0/10

Mortimer Forsey: maybe could’ve had more time for your wife and son but fair you had a demanding job and sorry you died. 8/10

John Leonard: did your best for your kids but maybe could’ve done more to prevent them from being the messes they are. No one deserved what happened to you. 7/10

Dad Smith who doesn’t deserve a first name: you’re the worst man in the world. Die. -10000/10

Chester King: good supportive dad. Honestly a role model. 9/10

Dai Jianyu: another supportive dad. The world needs more of them 9/10

The Eye: bad parenting was far from your worst crime but you weren’t there for your sons I can tell. 4/10 and that’s generous.

Eric Church: a lot of bad happened That you couldn’t control. You’d love your monster girls if you had the chance. 7/10

Robert Morgan: you’re a disgusting little man 2/10

Lester Crane: you’re no better 2/10

Bonus round:

Hugo Pitch: never got the chance. But you’d have loved William so much 10/10

Alexander Harvey: also never got the chance. Thanks to dying your kid got raised by the most evil woman. 5/10

[theolympusrp]

OOC: +18

IC:

Nome terreno: Wong Jianyu Nome mitológico: Yu Faceclaim: Lay  Zhang + EXO Nascimento: 01 de Agosto de 1991 Naturalidade: Xangai + China

Ser: Semideus + filho de Hades Tempo de treino: 13 anos Nível: 03 Dormitório: Três Grandes (Hades) - Quarto 04

Twitter: @jianyu_olp Ocupação:  Funcionário + Segurança noturno

Qualidades: Decidido, altruísta, ambicioso. Defeitos: Fechado sentimentalmente, impaciente, orgulhoso. Plots de interesse: Angst, fluff, General, smut, squick.

Biografia:

Talvez a vida pacata de Yue tivesse sido o que queria para sempre, nada de mídia ou nomes envolvidos na alta sociedade, contudo, sendo ela a única filha de um casal de idosos pobres pensou que seria melhor seguir pelo caminho mais ‘fácil’ que conseguia pensar. Sendo assim, se envolveu com um empresário do ramo portuário, herdeiro de uma empresa de transporte marítimo e exportadora extremamente famoso no país inteiro. 

O casamento estava longe de ser afetuoso, mas ainda assim, tinha respeito e certo carinho entre os dois, porém a mulher ainda tinha uma carência afetuosa que seu marido não conseguia suprir apesar das tentativas. Além dos inúmeros casos extraconjugais do mesmo. Por mais que a vida nos holofotes fosse perfeita, quando estes se apagavam, os dois mal se tocavam. 

Com o tempo a situação não melhorou e fora nesse tempo que Yue conheceu aquele que viria a ser o homem que ela tinha sonhado. Veio como o motorista novo e depois de tanto cortejo, a mulher solitária não teve medo de se entregar e tão entregue esteve que a semente do Deus do Submundo fora plantada em si. 

A gravidez fora muito bem recebida por todos e podia-se dizer que até a vida conjugal havia melhorado, seu marido passou a ser mais presente e saber que o filho gerado seria um menino deixou tudo perfeito. Principalmente quando o pai biológico de sua criança havia desaparecido sem pedir qualquer coisa, sem qualquer chantagem ou direitos. Nada. Parecia um milagre.

Assim, dentro da família Wong, a paz e amor foram estabelecidos com o nascimento do pequeno Jianyu. 

A infância fora extremamente fácil, Jianyu era uma criança doce e prestativa assim como sua mãe, mas tinha certa personalidade de seu pai ‘adotivo’, um tanto quanto decidido e extremamente inteligente. Era o orgulho do empresário e este fazia questão de mostrar o garoto sempre que podia. 

Mas qual era o preço de ser um ‘príncipe’ da aristocracia chinesa? Enquanto era criança, Jianyu realmente não ligava para as ordens do pai, mas conforme sua idade fora aumentando, o garoto não queria somente ser a sombra de seu pai e os comportamentos rebeldes se tornaram ainda mais frequente durante toda sua adolescência. O pequeno príncipe agora havia se tornado um desordeiro extremamente difícil de lidar, ainda que fosse extremamente carinhoso com os pais, ele tinha seus problemas de comportamento. 

Contudo, quando a situação caótica de um adolescente rebelde parecia não ter fim, a primeira habilidade da cria de Hades se fez presente e agora o semideus era tido como louco ao presenciar fenômenos sobrenaturais ou jurar que conversava com gente morta. Fora aí que Hades apareceu novamente, depois de dezessete anos, reivindicando sua prole. 

O caos na família se estabeleceu, o casamento que parecia ter sido perfeito durante todos aqueles anos fora arruinado, ainda que o deus tivesse garantido por meios nada ortodoxos que o empresário não largaria a esposa e nem deserdaria seu filho. 

Com dezesseis anos, Jianyu fora enviado ao instituto e assim seu treinamento começou. Logo, quando começou a ter mais idade e passou a dominar mais os seus poderes, ingressou para a guarda como forma de ajudar na proteção do lugar que passou a fazer parte de sua vida de forma integral.

Yu é reservado na maioria das vezes, mas nutre um grande carinho pelos deuses que o acolheram e com os semideuses que não param de chegar no lugar. Não vê sua vida fora dali e nem pretende sair, ainda que saiba que em algum momento a empresa do pai vai cair em seu colo.

Habilidades:

1- Mediunidade: Consegue interagir com os mortos, ouvir ou falar com eles, mas não consegue os controlar por enquanto.

2- Penumbra: Quando na escuridão, Jianyu tem todos os seus sentidos aguçados, principalmente a visão, preferível usar apenas em situações de ameaça visto que a custa  alguma energia de seu corpo.

3- Controle de pedras e metais preciosos: Funciona como a geocinese ou metacinese, porém com a limitação de que funciona apenas com gemas e metais preciosos. Metal e Pedras que são achadas do solo são atraídas pelo seu poder, assim, pode moldar, manipular e controlar como quiser, inclusive as transformando em armas.

4- Regeneração Sombria: Em um pequeno contato com as sombras consegue curar ferimentos não graves e fraturas, nada que esteja colocando sua vida em risco.

5- Umbracinese I: A capacidade de manipular em pequena escala o elemento trevas. Manipular, não significa criar o elemento, exigindo um ponto de foco para extrair o mesmo e o poder ser efetivo.

6- Véu de Sombras: Quando tocar no objeto ou apenas olhá-lo já o deixará camuflado. Este objeto não precisa estar necessariamente próximo, mas tem que está a pelo menos três metros dele e sob ou próximo a algum tipo de sombra.

7- Intangibilidade: Capacidade na qual o semideus é capaz de deixar seu corpo por inteiro ou algumas partes intangíveis, ou seja, o semideus é capaz de atravessar objetos sólidos, auxiliando o mesmo em batalhas para desviar de ataques dentre outras coisas provinda da habilidade.

8- Invulnerabilidade Mental: Qualquer poder mental não funcionará nele, principalmente poderes mentais que envolvam sentimentos, que queiram relembra-los do passado, eles serão totalmente inúteis, pois esses poderes são movidos por amor, por virtudes guardadas dentro de uma pessoa e rebelados contra ele.

9- Cúpula de Sombras: É capaz de criar um campo de força em sua volta, feito de sombras e escuridão, protege de qualquer ataque direto quando o elemento estiver presente.

10- Umbracinese II: é capaz de gerar  e moldar as sombras como e quando desejar, bem como controlá-la para os mais diversos fins. Os usos mais comuns são trazer a escuridão e tornar a luz ausente em quaisquer locais. Pode fazer com que as sombras tenham forma e solidez, usando-as para criar campos de força, construtos e clones, por exemplo. Através das sombras, ele pode viajar instantaneamente para qualquer local através da viagem nas sombras. Suas limitações são de acordo com sua energia vital, quanto mais é usado, mais seu corpo se esgota e se usado em demasia o corpo entra em exaustão completa causando estafa imediata.

11- Príncipe do Submundo: Sendo filho do rei do submundo, Yu tem a habilidade de invocar os mortos para que estes o ajude em batalhas. Controla os mortos como um exército, sendo seu soberano durante um período de tempo de acordo com seu nível, começando com quarenta minutos.

12- Invocação de cães infernais:  O semideus é capaz de invocar para o ajudar em combate uma das mais ferozes bestas do submundo, o cão infernal. Em primeiro nível, consegue invocar apenas um cão infernal e sua estadia na superfície terrena é vaga, dura apenas alguns minutos, o tempo aumenta de acordo com o nível dos poderes.

13- Sombra amiga: Sua sombra agora contém vida própria, não necessitando ficar presa ao semideus, mas claro, sendo totalmente devota e obediente somente ao mesmo. Sua sombra é capaz de se torna um segundo semideus, quase como um irmão gêmeo possuindo as mesmas características, atributos, poderes, habilidades e etc, os dois possuem um laço telepático muito forte onde um se torna capaz de sentir o que o outro está a sentir. Ninguém além do próprio semideus é capaz de manipular sua sombra, nem mesmo os mais poderosos umbracinéticos são capazes de manipulá-la, tendo total controle sobre ela e ninguém mais.

[pylonrp]

Pylon wishes to welcome SHEN the DEMON from PURGATORY as an official HEAD OF SECURITY to the new world!  

(Please follow the admin twitter within 48 hours of acceptance)

Faceclaim: Wang Yibo

Name: Xiao Shen

Nicknames: Shennie, Five

Age: 1391

Birthday: June 20, 628 A.D.

Race: Demon

Physical Appearance: His human form is a male of chinese descent. 186cm tall, tan, relatively muscular, dark brooding eyes and dark colored hair. He has no significant scars other than the large slash across his back, which he has covered up with a dragon tattoo since. That is his only tattoo.

His demon form is a manifestation of shadows that resembles a humanoid form, extra tendrils of shadows moving about without care. His eyes glow a soft ruby red and are the only distinguishable marker.

Role Category: Security/safety

Occupation: Bodyguard/escort, head of security

Personality: Shen is what they call the strong, silent type. It doesn’t take a professional eye to see that even the way he presents himself is strong, dominating, like he’s used to running the show. Which frankly, isn’t weird considering that he’s been around for hundreds of years. He’s seen many people come, people go, and seen life change over the course of time.

He’s mastered the art of adaptation, blending in, making it seem like he hasn’t lived for over a thousand years. He’s a man of few words and a lot of patience. What is a few days in the eyes of the eternal?

He can come across scary, and intimidating at first, but deep down he cares.

Background: Xiao Shen was born as Xiao Jianyu and into a happy family, loyal to the emperor. And he lived a happy life until tragedy struck and his parents and sister died in a house fire, started by those who opposed the emperor. The emperor took pity on the 8 year old orphaned boy and took him in, raising him among the military. He quickly proved useful and in loyalty to the emperor for so graciously taking him in he started working for him, winning battle after battle due to his cunning mind, ruthlessness and thirst for blood.

Quickly he was given command over an elite troop, working in the shadows, infiltrating enemies and toppling governments from within. The reputation of emperor Taizong grew, partly because of the work he’d done from the shadows. As time went on he grew more bloodthirsty, and less careful. He was a dangerous opponent but cared deeply for his men. Safe to say, no one ever lived to tell the tale if he ever attacked.

The emperor Taizong died, and was succeeded by his son, emperor Gaozong.

Shen stayed loyal to the new emperor, but Emperor Gaozong didn’t have the insight his father had. They clashed occasionally and after another clash about a mission Shen deemed too dangerous, he was proven right. The troop was ambushed and Shen sacrificed himself, saving his troops while he got stuck in a crypt, where he met his end. He’d sustained an injury while saving his men and bled to death, alone in that crypt.

He woke up in hell, for all the war crimes he’d committed. But instead of accepting his faith, he fought it. Fueled by his blood lust, he became a force to be reckoned with, even in hell. Even hell didn’t want him anymore and it’s still unclear how, but as punishment he ended up in a realm akin to purgatory, pissing off it’s creator with his constant attempts to escape. But he also peaked the curiosity with the sheer ingenuity of his escape plans, hence why he didn’t perish by the hand of said creator.

He eventually settled down, helping oversee this purgatorial world, protecting it and helping it grow.

Family: He also became guardian and eventually friend of another demon who had the ability to spread large scale destruction, with capabilities far beyond everyone’s understanding, including his own. His name was Leo and over time, they grew to be an unstoppable duo. Having both lost their families, but with Shen recognizing parts of himself in Leo, he arranged for blood test to be done, to find out that they were actually related.

Leo must’ve been a descendant from one of the women he’d charmed and slept with during the war, before he died.

Having found out their familial ties, Shen made a promise to himself to always be there for him and protect him. So when Leo told him about the celestial visits and his plan to leave their home in purgatory, he didn’t hesitate, following him into the new world.

Basic Homeworld Info: Originally, Shen was born during the Tang dynasty in ancient China. Back when it was run over by war. When he met his end there he went to hell, before moving to a purgatory like world, shaped like a city that was often run over by otherworldly beings.

Extra Abilities: As a demon from hell, he has the ability to shift to a different form, his demon form. It resembles a humanoid made out of shadows and he can control this form at will. It can be solid or completely untouchable. He can hide in the shadows and even manipulate one simply by controlling their shadows.

Weaknesses: There is a weakness to his shadow form, but no one has discovered it yet. Shen is prone to overworking himself due to having trouble letting things go and he still has trouble surpressing his bloodthirst at times. Both he is working on. He has crazy stamina but that too, has a limit.