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[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

OP: In diplomatic and business situations, when we interpreters translate the chinese meaning to non-chinese-speaking guests, we are most terrified of hearing the chinese side say “There is an old Chinese saying ……”

Cnetizens comment: Yes endless funny shit

[deaddriv]

Translated with permission! Artist on Twitter (@achu_0u0) and original posts.

[bunnygirllover45]

— The shape of love. ﹑◌﹒WARNINGS﹕Kidnapping, implied punishment, ugly jealousy, some descriptions of body harm ( just wounds or bruises, and it doesn't get too graphic), lots, and lots of deranged ramblings, it gets very dark at times. This is narrated from the POV of the Yandere, you can read this as a 'letter' of sorts.

♱ ✧ ⤷ Word count: 997 (felt lazy and I didn't reach 1k lmao.)

There you go again, looking at me with the same eyes as always.

I don’t know how many times I’ve repeated moments like this inside my head since the last time. It's been a while since I've been this close to you.

The trembling of your body lets me know that your excitement is as big as mine, is your body perhaps unable to contain all those bubbling feelings?

I grab your legs, my hands softly pressing against the flesh, feeling it under mine —so soft and delicate, for a moment I thought that maybe if I pushed my fingers inside of it I could spread it like a cloud made of cotton— when I pressed I could fee the shape of your bones underneath just a little, the sensation made my own body tremble.

It’s a shame you’re still shy to my touch, even if it’s something simple like a small caress or a kiss on the cheek you’re always trying to push away from me, I would love if you to cling onto me more when I do it or have you begging silently to do something more. I know you wouldn’t tell me with words, you’re not good with them.

Now that I think about it, I’ve never heard you say my name since I brought you here, no?

I should tell you what it is now so you could say it between sighs and I could engrave the sound on the back of my brain forever — those sweet sounds could captivate me forever.

I wonder if you’d say my name with a kind voice, or you’ll just talk to me with the same indifference and fear that’s so characteristic of you. I do admit that is kind of endearing, wild animals were always more interesting than domesticated ones thanks to their hostility, it makes me want to approach them, stick my hand, and see if they’ll bite me, or would just run away and hide in a corner.

I wouldn’t mind if you bit me, I would love to bite you as well in fact, I would wear that mark proudly and I would make sure you do it as well, we could bite our fingers and pretend the marks are our wedding rings, a testament of our love engraved on our skin.

Hahaha — I’m rambling again, please don’t get nervous, you know I usually get lost in my thoughts when I’m here with you, especially when my hands are idly dragging across your skin  — nails and all — leaving red marks behind.

I’m just tracing small invisible circles on your skin and you’re already getting goosebumps, I think that when I touch you delicately like this is when you fear it the most, right? I’m always keeping the momentum, you’ll never know when I can dig my nails into your skin or grab you and never let go.

I press a simple kiss on the skin of your heel, dragging my lips across the length of your leg, what a celestial feeling, there’s nothing in this world that could compare to this mere sensation. You’re trembling again, that makes me smile.

Sometimes when night falls and there are no more thoughts left to think inside my head my mind begins to wander off the path, usually it doesn’t lead me anywhere in particular, but since some time ago I’ve had this constant thought; there are other  —people— that had touched you like this before?

I would like to think that I’m the only one who had the privilege to enjoy all of you, that no other mark of fingers or teeth that doesn’t have the shape of mine has been on your skin.

Thinking like that makes sleeping easier for me.

I’m thankful that right now you can’t speak to me, because if I made you that question and you responded to me that yes, other people had marked you like I did, I think I would had the impulse to tear apart each part of you that has been tainted by them.

Not because I hate you, on the contrary, I just think I couldn’t live with the idea. That you belonged to someone else even if it was just for a moment, what am I saying? I don’t even like the idea of you belonging to yourself.

But if I were to do that, I think I’d like to go to extremes no other people could; kiss your open wounds or taste your blood, that would be romantic, don’t you think?

I press my face against your thighs while I keep dragging my nails up and down your legs, I sigh again, tilting my head slightly to take a better look at you, I can see myself reflected in your own eyes now, how romantic, just like in the movies you like to watch.

I like the me I see in your eyes, I like the idea that it belongs to you alone, the idea of you keeping each small expression I make just for you, each blink would be like a small photograph you take of me and keep inside your head, aaaalll yours.

My mother used to tell me that love is only true if you can see it reflected in the one you love,

From your red cheeks — was I too rough last night?

Your bruised knees — If you would just learn how to sit properly at the table already, it would make our meals more easy.

Your beautiful hands — You should stop trying to take off your handcuffs.

Your shining eyes — Is that a small tear I see? Maybe I should reach it and lick it, I wouldn’t like to go to waste.

Yes, I think for the first time something she said made sense, now that I took a better look at you, I don’t think there’s any better proof of this —

You’re the truest, most beautiful form of ‘love’.

[kristybluebird]

"She opened her eyes, lifted the lid from her coffin, sat up, and was alive again" (Grimm, 1857/2005)

[14dayswithyou]

Olivia fell asleep in one of the aisles again...

how do you feel about ren being used in an ai chatbot advertisement?

⌞♥⌝ Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I genuinely despise everything about this so much, and if anyone comes across this ad on TikTok (or anywhere else), I'd really appreciate it if you could report the video and not give it any further engagement.

I'm vehemently against the use of AI that negatively impacts artists, writers/authors, developers, creators, etc., and I don't condone the use of my art and IP without my knowledge and explicit consent — especially when it's being used in a paid ad/sponsorship. It's extremely disrespectful and I have no respect for those who do it.

[zu-is-here]

erased from history

In this story, Ancient Egypt is not at its best: a prolonged drought has led to crop failure and famine, weak power has led to robberies and looting. The people blame yet fear the sick pharaoh who finds a solace in the pardoned soldier... 𓁈𓀎

[rinboking]

The request post reminded me of this old comic I made but forgot to post.

Not long after...

[sualne]

can you see me?

[the-art-of-sanshoku]

[mxrtified777]

some headshot scribbles…. i keep forgetting to sign my g dang doodles

[toytle]

“My best friend. My ally, who’s saved my life more times than I can count. And I shatter him as recklessly as I shatter our friendship.”

PROMPT: reunion + healing. leave it to barry to carry guilt for something he did in a dream (it’s not abt the dream)

@halbarrysecretsanta gift for @galaxy---ghost!

[ID in alt + below cut]

Fancomic of a reunion between Barry Allen and Hal Jordan, page 1.

Panel 1: Barry and Hal sit atop a building, both in hero uniform except for Barry’s cowl pulled down. The city lights illuminate them from below against a starry dusk sky. Hal says, “Glad we can finally catch up with each other like this.”

Panel 2: Hal turns his head in Barry’s direction, revealing bright green cracks forming at the corner of his eye. “Must be nice to slow down for once, huh?” he says.

Panel 3: Closeup of Barry’s eyes going wide, noticing the fractures on Hal’s face.

Panel 4: Closeup of Hal’s eyes, green cracks spreading across his mask. The faint outline of his pupils glance up at Barry.

Panel 5: Barry looks stunned in return.

Panels 6-9: Sequence of the cracks spreading from Hal’s neck to his chest and arms, all the way down to his hand. Barry tentatively reaches out to place his hand on top of it, thumb rubbing the fracture on one of Hal’s fingers as if trying to smooth it out.

Panel 10: Barry turns his head away, the top half of his face cut off by the panel. “Yeah,” he says stiffly.

Page 2:

Panels 1-2: Hal is in silhouette, viewed from behind. He looks down at their hands before looking back up with a smile. “Someone’s clingy.”

Panel 3-5: The sequence of panels are outlined like cracked glass. Barry’s hand stills on top of Hal’s but he can’t bring himself to let go. He squeezes it instead. “Sorry,” he says. A close-up of his eye glances up, filled with guilt.

Panel 6: Hal looks back at Barry, the panel taking up most of the page and shattering like a broken window. In half of the shards, Hal is the same, present in GL uniform with the sky darkening behind him. In the other shards, Hal resembles the version of him from Barry’s nightmare, skin burnt and mottled with green cracks all over his body in the same place as what Barry had been seeing.

Current Hal starts to say, “You miss me that much?”

Nightmare Hal says in faint, cracked word bubbles, “It killed me, but you wouldn’t know that ‘cause you weren’t here. As usual.”

Current Hal continues to say, “C’mon, it hasn’t been THAT long.”

Page 3: Sequences of flashbacks fill the page like shattered glass. All the figures’ faces in each panel are obscured.

Panel 1: Parallax gestures with his arms out in a grandiose manner, green light swirling behind him. Barry’s narration box reads: “Hal…”

Panel 2: Barry’s Flash statue stands upright with a streak of green from Hal’s flight making a path right past him. The memory invokes the time Hal visited Barry’s statue after Barry’s death.

Panel 3: Barry looks down at his hand grimly, his whole body vibrating. Hal is right behind him, giving him a small, supportive smile. The memory invokes the time Barry came back to life with Hal comforting him as he tried to readjust.

Panel 4: Barry and Hal are sitting at a bar construct in the sky as Hal smiles at Barry with a hand on his shoulder. The memory invokes the time Hal gave Barry advice and reminded him that every second is a gift.

Panel 5: Barry’s POV of looking at his own hands, sharp-taloned and weathered by the Speed Force. His suit is singed off up to his wrists and sparks fly off his skin. Past his hands is Nightmare Hal’s dismembered body, broken up into fractured blocks. The memory invokes the time Barry shattered Hal in Knight Terrors. Barry’s narration box reads: “I could never miss you enough.”

Page 4:

Panel 1-2: Flash-forward to Hal and Barry on the roof, a close-up of Barry’s hand on Hal’s as before, except they both resemble the ones from the nightmare. He lifts his hand off of Hal’s. The panels are outlined like cracked glass.

Panel 3-5: The panels are outlined in green. Barry forces a smile, looking up at the sky instead of Hal. “You wish,” he says. The next panel zooms in on their hands which have returned to normal. Barry’s hand now sits next to Hal’s, but it’s vibrating tensely against him. A close-up of Hal’s eyes glance down at it.

Panel 6: From behind, Hal stares up ahead pensively. Barry is silhouetted, head tilted downwards.

Page 5: A series of 3 present-day panels overlay a backdrop of sequential panels. The background panels are framed like a broken window, each fracture a panel.

Present-day panels:

Panel 1: Barry’s hand vibrates tensely when it gets nudged by Hal’s pinky. Hal and Barry’s hands resemble their hands from the nightmare, with Hal’s hand fractured with green cracks and Barry’s hand sharp and weathered. A panel in the background reveals a shot of Barry looking down in trepidation at Hal’s touch.

Panel 2: Hal’s hand reaches over Barry’s hand, fingers going beneath his palm. The cracks in Hal’s hand are fading. Barry’s hand is also starting to return to normal.

Panel 3: Hal’s fingers interlock with Barry’s. Hal and Barry’s hands have fully returned to normal, without cracks or injury.

Background panels, from left to right: Nightmare Barry balls his hand into a fist before it gets swept away in a motion of lightning. Nightmare Hal’s hand is severed, the open wound blotchy, bright red, and solid without bone. The ring on his fist gradually pulls him together, veins stretching out to connect the pieces. Present-day Hal holds Barry’s hand as Barry slowly, tentatively reciprocates. The previously weathered fingers of his suit have rematerialized.

The background panels circle a cracked opening in the corner, framing a shot of Barry. He looks at Hal with wide, glowing eyes. Confusion, fear, and hope cross his face.

Page 6: A splash page of Barry and Hal sitting atop the building, angled from below. Hal holds their hands up, their knees tapping together. He smiles, responding simply, “I missed you too, buddy.”

[crintsiewintsey]

rawdogged the whole isat in three days and then went on a drawing spree

[deaddriv]

Dadchuck collection

More translations with permission! Author's twitter: @achu_0u0. Original posts: Here, here, and here

(Mobile web won't let me move the pictures so the links are out of order.)

[viyojo]

Panel redraw because damn this chapter

[hedgerlogs]

joke is from this post lol

[psi-spectacular]

Shoulda never smoked that shit they sent my whole polycule to the habitat

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