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[xingxueyue]

Chibi Cat Wallpaper @Paper's WB

[pikagodnpray]

Oracle of Stars Event Guide

Cost Disclaimer: The cost below are the average expected cost of the limited-time 4 star. The cost below also assume you do not draw any duplicate headgear. Due to the RNG elements of the event your cost may fall below or above the average expected cost. Of course hitting the 1% odds of drawing the 4 star card will significantly reduce your costs 1st 4 star=45 pulls=4500 or 3600 dias (after 9 free pulls) 2nd 4 star= 42 pulls=4200 dias 3rd 4 star=43 pulls=4300 dias 4th 4 star=4200 pulls=4200 dias

1 headgear=5-6 pulls=500-600 dias

After the 150 draws you will no longer receive any oracle dice from spin count rewards. Below are the cost after taking into account duplicate conversions. The following are average expected costs

Assuming no headgear or 4 stars are maxed: 1 4 star=47 pulls=4700 dias

Assuming all headgear has been obtained: 1 4 star=42 pulls=4200 dias

Assuming all headgear and 1 event 4 star is maxed: 1 4 star=38 pulls=3900 dias

Assuming all headgear and 2 event 4 stars are maxed: 1 4 star=34 pulls=3400 dias

Format •For MLQC players, this event is very similar to the Forbidden Seas, Wonder Cafe, and Qixi 4 SSR events (sorry SN players idk how else to explain it) •On average, a 10 pull drops 187.5 oracle dice •The average number of oracle dice per 10 pull increases after gaining the ability to automatically convert duplicate headgear/4 star to oracle dice •After obtaining 880 oracle dice you may purchase a 4 star of choice from the special shop

[lishenism]

꒰   jing yuan x afab reader / wc: 1.4k   ꒱   :   warnings include talks of marriage but uhhh i think that’s about it. this is mostly just banter between jing yuan and reader. or flirting. this is just literally how they flirt. also not proofread and never will be <3 and maybe ooc jing yuan but who’s to say. do we really know what he’s like when he’s in love *thinking emoji*

note: uhhh i know i said i wouldn’t write anything on this blog but the jing yuan brain rot has taken over me i fear... psd by ninetitans on deviantart :3c

“I hear that there have been talks concerning your marital status.”

You do not lift your face up from the chessboard, instead keeping your gaze solely on the pieces before you with your brows knitted together in deep concentration. There was no room for making mistakes. You must be meticulous and calculated with your decisions. With your pride weighing heavy above your head, you could not afford to admit defeat to him once more.

You’ve already lost four times. A fifth would be a bruise to your ego.

“I was not aware that the General liked to engage himself in rumours during his spare time.”

“Well,” he starts with a hum, raising his hand to pet the bird that landed on his shoulder with a gentle finger. “Only if said rumours are a matter of interest to me.”

Your attention is not swayed anywhere else but at the board, your mind silently rummaging for all the possible outcomes to turn this game around in your favour. You haven’t made a single move for seven minutes, choosing to exercise your patience before decidedly moving your piece. Jing Yuan does not mind. It only gives him all the more time to be with you.

(Which, of course, was his intention from the very beginning. Expertly orchestrating the scene from behind the lines to keep you all to himself, but he wisely chooses to withhold this bit of information from you. In any case, you will figure it out eventually as you always do, the clever little finch that you are.)

“Which includes affairs concerning my betrothal, I assume.”

“Naturally.”

And finally — finally — your eyes move up to find for his own. He offers you a gentle smile, his lips etched upwards in a way that has all the men and women alike sighing dreamily. If they weren’t too busy being intimidated by him, then they occupied themselves by admiring him from afar.

“Go on, then,” He presses. “Won’t you relieve an old man of his curiosity?”

You send him a sceptical look. If you didn’t know him any better, you would have assumed that his questioning stemmed from genuine interest. Which might have fooled you all those centuries ago, but you’ve come to understand him. You’ve become quite adept at reading the many faces of Jing Yuan, subtle as they are. And you’re not quite sure which irks you more: the fact that you know him well, or the fact that you feel proud of it. Few people can discern the thoughts in his mind, and even fewer who manage to get it right. But not you; never you.

He’s looking at you with a glint in his golden eyes that wordlessly requests for you to indulge him, despite already knowing the answer. He simply wants to hear the words from you without having to voice it himself because Aeon forbid he ask like any other normal human being would. That’d be no fun.

You sigh in defeat, relenting. Only to save yourself from the headache, otherwise he would continuously pester you until he got an answer. He can be persistent when he wants to be. You wish he’d been more persistent in finishing his papers instead, which still remain unattended on his large wooden desk.

“There have been discussions in passing,” you say. “And constant reminders that marriage should be a priority for me, but I’ve yet to find someone who is competent enough to even be considered. I’m known to be very demanding, you see.”

“I would not expect anything less,” The small finch flies off from his shoulder with a delightful chirp, now putting his hand down on his knees. You are decisive, that he is certain of. Once you’ve made up your mind, it is final — which is an admirable trait to have, of course, though he’s not quite fully convinced if you know what you truly want.

“It is a poor shame that you have not found someone that has met your required expectations,” He continues, feigning sympathy at the countless people you’ve rejected as if he had cared to begin with. As if he didn’t turn down the numerous proposals that he received from affluent families either. You hide a scoff from under your breath. “Though I imagine it would be quite the feat if someone did catch your eye.”

He urges for you to continue; to spill yourself in front of him and be caught vulnerable under his watchful eye. You aren’t in the least bit surprised — it has been a game between the two of you, the untamed cat and the flitting bird. He lures you in, but you keep yourself close and fly away before he snares you with his sharp teeth.

Very well. You’ll entertain him just this once.

“I suppose there is someone,” you say. And to the untrained eye, one might not have noticed the slight change of Jing Yuan’s posture — but you are not like others. You know him, and almost immediately, you caught the slight movement of his shoulders that suggested that you’ve caught his full attention.

“Oh?” More probing. He won’t stop until he gets something from you. “Do tell.”

“Ah, but you must know, General, that he is hardly ideal,” You smooth out your silken robes, placing both hands nearly on your lap as he watches you from the other side of the table.

“He is an exception then,” Jing Yuan muses. “To your long list of demands, that is.”

“That is not to say that this man does not have his faults,” You counter back, and you swore you saw the slightest twitch of his smile lifting up. “He is far too leisurely for my own liking, for one. He neglects certain duties that he ought to be doing.”

“Troublesome, to be sure.”

“Most certainly,” you sighed. “He speaks in riddles which only drives me mad. He’s hardly ever upfront about what goes on in his mind, and—”

One of his eyebrows raise, his body leaning slightly forward, “And?”

“—And he just lost a game of chess.”

He remains silent for a moment that lasts only by a split second — blinking once, twice, and then thrice before lowering his head down to inspect the board before him. He skims the pieces laid out in front of him with half amusement and half confusion, and it takes him quite some time to register that he did, in fact, lose. 

Your smile is bright and proud, with your satisfaction and pride seeping off of you. It is awfully contagious and he can’t help but return a smile of his own, eyes closed in silent acknowledgement at your recent win. He offers you a word of congratulation, which you soak in with delight and bliss because if there is one thing that brightens up your day, it is his seal of approval. It isn’t everyday that the great general of Luofu loses, after all.

You’ll have to commemorate this day into your memory. He’ll never hear the end of it.

“I think it’s best that I get going now,” You lift yourself up on your two feet, smoothing out the wrinkles that formed on your clothing. “Politicians to entertain, dinners to host… You understand how busy it can get.”

“You’ve given me a most invigorating game,” He stands up not long after you, offering his arm to steady yourself as you quickly fix your appearance before excusing yourself to a long day of festivities. “I must thank you for indulging me.”

“It wouldn’t sit right with me if I left an old man such as yourself all by his lonesome,” You reason, but he knows you just as well as you know him. He can easily spot a lie on your lips when he hears one.

You make your way towards the door, with him following beside you to escort you out. Back then, you would have insisted that it was unnecessary — you were perfectly capable of seeing yourself out on your own, to which he replied with: ‘Of course. But I’d like to stay close to you before I send you on your way, if you’ll allow me.’ You stopped insisting him after that. 

Your hand is only a few centimetres away from reaching the door knob before putting yourself into a brusque halt, body twisting to look at him. “Oh, and General?”

“Yes?”

Something warm is placed on the centre of his palm, his bright eyes gazing down to inspect it before his eyes settle on the familiar material laid on his hand. A chess piece. His chess piece, to be exact. But you spare him no time for a response — you flash him a teasing smile, just as bright as the one you spared him on your win — and leave the room without saying another word, the door closing behind you with a click.

Jing Yuan chuckles, tucking the chess piece in his robes.

Clever little finch, indeed.

[rizzident-edgevil]

and the award for most beautiful side profile in linkon goes to…….

[xinyuehui]

Some say a god dwell within the mountain, so one should not venture recklessly ⊹ ࣪

˙ ⋆˙⟡˖ Trace Of Divinity ⟡⋆˙

[sriko-batteries1]

Lishen (8.5Ah cells) 4S 3P Busbars and Hardware

Busbars

Busbars are essential for connecting the cells both in series and parallel. For a pack of this size, nickel-plated copper busbars are recommended due to their excellent conductivity, corrosion resistance, and ability to handle high current loads. The busbars should be thick and wide enough to safely carry the combined current from the parallel cells. A typical thickness of 1mm or more is ideal to minimize resistance and prevent overheating during operation.

Hardware

To secure the busbars to the battery terminals, stainless steel bolts, washers, and nuts are commonly used. Stainless steel offers durability and resistance to corrosion, ensuring long-lasting connections. Nylon washers may also be employed to provide insulation between metal components, reducing the risk of short circuits.

High-quality cell holders or spacers are also crucial for maintaining the structural integrity of the battery pack, preventing movement or vibrations that could damage the cells. Proper insulation and spacing between the cells and busbars add an extra layer of safety.

In conclusion, selecting the right busbars and hardware is critical for ensuring that your Lishen 4S 3P pack operates efficiently, safely, and with long-term reliability.

Contact

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[xamaxenta]

This chapter is the best

Yells screams cries XXCOLLINEAR UPDATED

[leloupdebout]

[ikemenfangirl]

OTOME101 : Love and Deepspace

Love and Deepspace first appeared in October 2020.

🩵 LiShen (Zayne) had brown eyes before his current eyes color is green

First PV

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⚠️ Although it is labeled as a PG-12 game, the sexual content is likes as a PG 16+ game.

more info

[xingxueyue]

Love and DeepSpace x China Sports Culture

[seasoflife]

Lishen Ye

seasoflife

[pokemon-ash-aus]

So how does Peach first end up experiencing Ash’s rage

It was really small in Peach's opinion

Gary- the snot nosed rat had been pushing her brothers again, somethig that seemed fairly normal nowadays, especially after Ash and Gary had a fallout.

Indigo had brushed it off, as had Ash.

"Lesh go," Peach said, still trying to get used to physically speaking. "Mom shaid food ish ready."

And Gary had latched onto that like a Sharpedo who smelled blood in the water.

"Oh She Did, Did She?" Gary grinned wide, batting his lashes obnoxiously at her brothers. "Better go home Ashy boy, unlesh you dont lishen to your dishabled shishter."

It was obvious he was trying to mock her, but Peach could really care less at this point. The kid was wildly insecure to come at her for /speaking/

"Knock it off!" Indigo snapped, but Gary just turned to him with a shit eating grin.

"Awe is lil Gogo gonna cry, so sad that his big sister is stupid like him?" He mocked, pouting his lip.

And Indigo turned red in anger, but a quick pat told him to knock it off. He hissed, pitched in his throat before huffing angrily.

Apparently, she missed the memo for when Ash got angry.

She watched, in paifully slow motion as Ash reeled back and decked the twerp right in his stupid smug face. Just blinking as they screamed in anger with Ash beating his face in.

It wasnt like Gary didnt get a few good hits in, but it wouldnt show on Ash's face like it would on his.

She leaned down and Scooped Ash up, turning away and trusting Indigo to follow her.

She hadnt expected Ash to being spitting Vitriol the whole time.

"LET ME GO PEACH, I'M GONNA KILL HIM!"

"I think you need to chill?" Peach offered awkwardly, reeling back when Ash snarled at her.

"Dont bother trying," Indigo offered her, patting her hip. "Gary gets on his nerves constantly. Lets go home and toss him ti mom and dad."

"Sure?" Peach shrugged aimlessly, keeping Ash an arms length away as he screamed angrily.

[sicklyseraphnsuch]

Through various (demonic) fuckery, Simon is freed from the Crown, and may or may not have the closest thing to Satan as a side piece.

Listen. When you share custody for 1000 years, you figure out eventually that your kid's human mom was attracted to the guy for a reason. The reason may or may not be extremely flexible tentacles.

But fast forward 1000 years, Simon is as sane as can be given his extensively long lifespan via the Crown's third jewel embedded in his (ring) finger. (Hunson may or may not have embedded that jewel there, and thoughtfully added a band of gold to embellish it so it looks like a specific hand jewelry)

And it's about the anniversary of the last time Simon saw The One Who Got Away. He may or may not have imbibed a few too many candyquilas. Hunson is there because he has an nth sense for situations primed for maximum chaos. And he totally dared Simon to do it. And Simon is no fucking coward. Thank you very much.

One stolen Hambo later (which Simon will regret immensely upon sobering up), Simon makes a collect call to a 1000 years into the past, where...

"You're dumping me?"

"What? You dumped me! I put the - the Crown on and I nnnever saw you again! You left me!"

"Are you drunk? Where would I go without you?"

"Porchal's chlosing. Lishen, Betty. I jusss wanna say... Wow. You're so fucking pretty."

"Simon, I know who I'm leaving you for!"

Cue Betty jumps through the portal. She plants a big one on Simon, who immediately falls to his ass in a drunken blackout moment. This leaves Betty and Hunson in the same room with absolutely no supervision whatsoever.

[rizzident-edgevil]

getting the towel fit for zayne is the best decision i have ever made

[beansproutsong]

[Proxy] Love and Deepspace - Zayne / Rei / LiShen birthday goods and others

preorder is open until 9 September, please note that shipping from paperfold is very very slow. This is original goods from their official tmall store.

Line up (Zayne birthday goods):

Birthday can badge: 600JPY

Birthday can bagde (chibi ver): 500JPY

Photocard set: 900JPY

enamel pin: 1650JPY

postcard:750 JPY

acrylic standee: 1800JPY

camera style acrylic card: 1200JPY

birthday diorama: 1950JPY

Heart Rate Imbalance Series:

can bagdes: 600JPY

photo card: 300JPY

small card set of 2: 400JPY

mouse pad: 2100JPY

Sky Echoes series:

Can badge: 500JPY

shikishi paper: 1080JPY

Q series square bagde: 500JPY

Time in the cage series:

Towel: 1100JPY

mini fan: 600JPY

bagde: 500JPY

postcard set: 750JPY

headband: 1200JPY

DM me here or at my twitter (@angelic1408) to place your order

[thebardisabird]

Oho...

I do love bringing Osomatsu the drama. I got something for you, Anonym. A little Osomatsu x Reader and a very costly Freudian slip, under the cut!

Fresh out of the pachinko parlor, you were ecstatic about your earnings for the evening. So ecstatic that your partner in crime and eldest of your sextuplet friends, Osomatsu, managed to convince you to buy him some drinks and sushi. Being that you were riding the high of your luck, you agreed. He partook in his favorite beer, and you instead opted to have some tea with your dinner. That didn’t stop your pleasant conversation however, the two of you carrying on between pieces of sashimi and a sizable amount of appetizers. It was always this easy with Osomatsu. Sure he was a NEET and maybe society frowned upon him for that - but not you. To you he brought carefree attitudes and laughter. He reminded you not to sweat the small stuff in life and even though he was a bit of a blockhead, he was dependable where it mattered most. A guy who knew how to knock back a beer and make you forget the way the world turned, that was your Osomatsu. 

“So I told Choromatsu not to worry about it right, cause it was just a shock and he should totally dye his hair again” Osomatsu snickers, picking up a shumai dumpling, “Tell me why he actually listened to me - and he the next day he comes back BLONDE!” “NOOO” your stunned groan turning into laughter, “Osomatsu, you scoundrel, why would you tell him that?!”

The man shrugs and pops the dumpling into his mouth, “Lishen, if we didn wana do it - he wouldn ave,” and he swallowed down his bite with a swig of his beer, “I didn’t make him do it.” You rolled your eyes at that knowing full well that he absolutely used his eldest brother influence to goad Choromatsu into changing his hair again. Still, you couldn’t help but laugh, Osomatsu always had a good story to tell. The night went on as such, the two of you exchanging stories and laughs the way close friends tended to. With the tab paid and you two satiated, you sauntered off in what you both assumed was the direction of home. By now you were too engrossed in each other's company to really pay close attention to exactly where you were going. At some point you threw your hands behind your head and stretched, “Man…I hate having to be a responsible adult. It’s always work hours this, and pay bills that.” Osomatsu laughed at your whining, “Sucks to suck, doesn't it? Could always try the NEET life like me!” You eyed him with an absurd accusatory look, “And look what does to the people around you,” your finger poked into his cheek now, “Need I remind you who paid your tab tonight, mister.” Osomatsu gave you a dramatic twirl, his hand clutching his chest dramatically, “Ugh! Your words wound me, woman! Maybe I really am the worst man in Akatsuka after all!” His Shakespearean act had you almost feel like you were in the presence of his younger brother, but you simply gave him a hearty laugh with your hand playfully pushing at his chest, “Shut up you big dummy, you know I love you.” … It took a moment for your words to register. That word. You’d never said that word with him before. You two had always been so close. Hell, you were close with all of the brothers…but you’ve never…used that word with any of them before. You snatched back your hand, fingers curling into your chest. The weight of your words hanging over you both like a storm cloud. Did you ruin things just now? Would he be freaked out by you? What have you done? Embarrassment crept its way into your skin, flushing your whole body. “Osomatsu, I–mmph!” the bargaining plea that started at your lips was silenced by his own. His own hands circled around your wrists, pulling you to him. He unfurled your limbs from your body, making you wrap your arms around his neck as he slid his tongue into your mouth. Any form of protest simply ceased to be with your lips locked like this. It hit you when you shuddered, Osomatsu was kissing you. Your friend of so many years. Your confidant, your drinking buddy, the shittiest person to ever live and yet he was always by your side when you needed him…was kissing you. Not some peck on the cheek. Nowhere near a chaste kiss. This was passionate. The way he groaned into your mouth. The grip his hands had at your back, nervous but steady all the same. “Osomatsu…” you whined against his lips. Your fingers wove into his chestnut locks, and you would not stop yourself from pressing closer into him as you initiated another kiss. Yes. It all made sense now. It was always him, wasn’t it? His breath fanned over your lips when you parted. Neither of you could open your eyes, the mutual feeling of ‘Is this real?’ plaguing your thoughts. A deep inhale sounded in front of you. Osomatsu rested his forehead to yours, “I…have loved you...for a long fucking time now,” he swallowed abruptly, thick and dry, “And I could never bring myself to say it…because I always thought you would never be with someone like me.” It was his turn to tangle fingers in hair, his palms cupping your face as though he was holding the universe. He spoke your name like it would be his dying word, “...but I love you. With everything I’ve got.” There was a crushing heaviness in your chest at his substantial words. But when he kissed you once more, the weight lifted - ripped from you with the carefree abandon that was Osomatsu Matsuno. You loved him all the same. It was clear as day to you now. He always made it so easy.