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[ramonag-if]

5K Thank You Gift 💖

As a thank you for helping me reach 5000 followers, I will be doing a small thank-you gift. For the most recent update, I got to write some Ahlf scenes, however short they were, and I realised how much I missed his dynamics with the MC so for the 5K milestone, I will be sharing a bonus story based on a scene that will likely never make it into the prologue during edits.

The scene will feature one of the MC's childhood birthdays and how it might have been celebrated in Salt Bay. The only question is whether you'd prefer to read Ahlf's POV or the MC's POV for the story. Let your thoughts be heard 🩷

[smilesatdawnmain]

ETERNAL LMK AU (Part 3) (Interactive Story)

A little violence never hurts right? Well, violence was picked, and violence we shall have!

The rules are simple.: I will give the written passage, and then at the bottom there will be a vote on how the characters act next!

Story: Eternal

Ships: Shadowpeach

Angst: You betcha

Fluff: With enough choices, maybe we'll get there.

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The weight of Wukong's cold indifference felt crushing, driving him to the brink of madness. In a blind rage, he unleashes a primal scream and charged forward like a raging bull, his fists clenched tight enough to draw blood- if there was any to draw from.

He would have focused on this if he wasn’t so blinded with fury. Nothing would stop him from breaking through Wukong's impenetrable wall of apathy. The urge to draw pain from the other, to make Wukong see him, was too powerful to contain. Macaque felt the air whistle past him as he lunged, wrath propelling him like a storm flinging debris. “You think you can just ignore me?!”

The King remained still, a statue carved from granite, seemingly unfazed by the tempest boiling behind Macaque's eyes. “WUKONG!” Instead of connecting to soft flesh and silky fur as he expected to, Macaque was falling forward.

Straight through his mate, like he was nothing more than illusion.

Macaque’s screech cut into a gasp, arching out as he landed roughly.

The ground beneath Macaque's fist sent sharp pain shooting up his arm, the first real sensation he felt he had since awakening.

He recoiled, confusion washing over him like the waterfall he had just fled. In that moment of contact with solid earth, he felt a resonance, a pulse that spread through his veins. It was as if he was struck by thunder, held perfectly still in fear it would end him there and then. All with his eyes locked upward to the Monkey that was now behind him, eyes closed and at ease.

His entire body had phased through Wukong like it wasn’t even there.

Panic surged in Macaque’s chest, his breath coming in sharp, frantic wheezes. He pulled his fist back and scrambled to his feet, feeling the tremor of the earth beneath him still resonating with the energy he had barely comprehended. Wukong remained unyielding, unbothered by Macaque's conflicting turmoil as though he floated on a different plane than the one Macaque was trapped in.

Macaque blinked hard, trying to focus through the blurriness that had returned to his vision, the world around him shifting slightly like a mirage. The mountain peak seemed to shift, oscillate between reality and a fake copy.

Then it settled and he was left beside Wukong, watching him meditate.

“Poor fella. You hate to see it happen.” 

The voice floated around him, smooth and teasing like silk stretching over steel. Macaque’s heart lurched as he spun to find a third figure materializing from the shadows— an unfamiliar silhouette with wicked eyes glimmering with humor.

A second figure joined the first, “Unaware. So confused.” dressed in billowing black, the robes held a hood that shrouded their faces, small grins gleaming underneath.

Macaque tensed and turned, angling himself to the sound of the voices. Wukong, the ever unmoving rock within is quiet contemplation, didn’t stir to the sound. Only Macaque seemed aware of the presence of two strangers, eyeing them as they emerged from the trees. 

“Who are you?” Macaque lifted his hand to summon his staff. When it didn’t form between his fingers, he paled, staring at his own feet. Where once there was a shadow, always present and attached, there was nothing. 

He was nothing. 

It was like he didn’t even exist. 

The sheer alarm he felt coiled in his chest, making him stumble back in hopes of seeing his shadow- that it was just a trick of the light. There was nothing- no darkness or semblance of anything below his feet. 

The voices seemed to chuckle at his display, “It’s always pitiful to see someone come to terms with it.”

Macaque shot his head up, “What?” He hissed. 

“Such a shame,” one of the figures said, stepping forward with an exaggerated sway, “to find yourself so utterly lost. No shadow to guide you home, no tether to pull you back.” Their voice dripped with mock sympathy that curled around Macaque’s fraying sanity.

“Who… What do you want?” Macaque’s voice trembled, a feeble attempt to mask the quaking in his chest.

The second figure slinked closer, their mere presence cold enough to snuff out the warmth around them. “Took quite some time to get you to surface, Liu’er Mihou.” they tsked, shaking their heads.

“You know my name?” he croaked. The figures loomed closer, shrouded in their gauzy cloaks, flickering like shadows caught in a flame. "

"Of course, we know your name," the first figure purred, their voice curling around Macaque like a vine ready to strangle. "In the undercurrents of despair, whispers travel further than the wind. They are... persistent, much like you."

Macaque couldn’t shake the sensation of being scrutinized, dissected for their amusement. “Why have you come here?” The words came out more defiantly than he felt within. His eyes flickered to Wukong. Was he so against even speaking to him that he was willing to ignore even this? It made his chest ache…

The second figure chuckled softly, "Why? To guide you, of course." They extended a pale hand towards Macaque, fingers twisting and curling as if weaving a grand tapestry only they could see.

“Guide me?” Macaque spat, “I need no guidance from you two.”

They glance at each other, then giggle. “All souls need a hand or two when venturing to the Diyu.”

Macaque recoiled at the mention of Diyu—the realm of the dead. He felt the ground shift beneath him again as if the very earth was pulling away from him. “The Diyu?” he whispered in disbelief. "The only people who go there are those who are-” he cut off, a cold dread bubbling in his stomach. No…

The figures smiled, tilting their heads, “Dead?”

Bone chilling cold was a sensation he wasn’t pleased to feel. “I’m not-!” It was then that he remembered. Or perhaps, he had always remembered, he had just denied it. The crunch of his skull, the wail of Wukong- the cold.

The unbearable cold.

His hand lifted to his chest, clutching the fabric there to feel his unbeating heart. Unseen, unheard, no longer a presence for a shadow to latch to in this world.

"I died," he whispered.

They nodded, eerily in unison as they stared at him. “Quite some time ago, actually.”

Macaque swallowed hard, “H-How- How long?”

”By this time, years. Perhaps 10..? 20?” They stare around, ears flickering curiously. , "We would have collected your soul a while ago but you sure were stuck.” 

“S-stuck?”

”You soul had latched so tightly, we had to wait until you drew yourself from it." They held out their fingers to point 

Macaque glanced at where their boney fingers pointed; Wukong's staff that rested to the side of him. 

His visibly recoiled. His soul had latched to that horrendous thing of all things?

”Sometimes souls can get stuck. Perhaps to the weapon that killed them, or a mythical object within their vicinity when they pass. We’ve seen a lot of different reasons.”

With buzzing thoughts and an aching chest, Macaque slowly sunk into a crouch, clutching his head. He edged a tad bit away from Wukong- from his staff.

He had killed him.

His mate had killed him.

"And now that you’re free," the first figure drawled, "we can finally help you transcend this state. No more binding threads, Macaque. No more ties to this realm." The gleam in their hollow eyes sparked with a hunger that made his skin crawl. “It’s time to come with us,” they held their hands out again.

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[techtactical]

ok just because im curious and want to know:

when i say smartphone, i more generally mean 'technological object that is approximately pocket sized, mobile, and can call and text' so yes flip phones count. also actually because i'm stupid, i mean cell phone. whoops. the tech guy does not know technology. my bad guys

you don't have to say WHY you got your phone at the age you did, but honestly if you want to go ahead i don't really care that much. i'm just curious since we're in an age of technology being literally everywhere you go

[grits-galraisedinthesouth]

Twenty Years of Habitual Lying

Everytime they "reinvent" themselves, we the public are expected to just tolerate The Meghans penchant for lying. The truth is that Meghan and Harry lie about EVERYTHING.

Poll Question: Based on online document searches for archived copies of Evanston's Northwestern University Commencement Programs, what YEAR (over 100 years) generates the MOST online interest?

Terminal Condition

Diagnosis

Truthers whose websites were shuttered in 2017

Royal Reporters who still can't be bothered to fact check sussex content

Political Science Department at Northwestern University

Colombia, Nigeria, Jamaica, South Africa, Australia, Ireland, Great Britain...

Everyone with a working brain recognizes this as deception: "since I grew up in the states, I didn't grow up with the same understanding of the royal family, while I NOW understand there is a global interest, I didn't really know much about him." Anyone who legitimately studied International Relations would feel embarrassed at the thought of pretending not to know about a global interest in monarchies. Not to mention all the BRF related activities she participated in throughout adolescence and in her career as a working actress in a Commonwealth Country.

#1 Question for all of MegaLiar's so-called friends: What is your excuse?

[clayderogatory]

hello people just wanted to do a quick poll again because i wanted to make a resident evil community thing on tumblr (there arent a whole lot from how i checked) and i was wondering if any moots/followers/users would join!

im only putting a week so the poll results arent super low but ill get an idea maybe a few days in! thanks :)

[rainbowdelicsunshine]

Cuz I'm honestly real tired of my family and people I know IRL saying that I suck at making up outfits cuz of this one

And I'm tired of people saying to my face that "Tiger Stripes and Leopard Print Don't Go Together" when it's just the Coward Way of them saying that it looks bad and they don't like it!

I honestly just thought the colors were all pretty together, but I felt ugly instead, haven't tried making up outfits again since!

[ramonag-if]

Crown of Exile Poll 📜

I'm close to the end of Part 3 of the game and the closer to Part 4 I get, the more I've been thinking up of ways for the game ending to differ based on earlier choices made and those made during the final battle/end of war.

The early-game endings would not mean an early-death for the MC (I don't want to kill off the MC). It would be a decision that the MC can take to leave behind the main quest and flee to somewhere safe-ish. You'll get a separate epilogue which will be different from the main epilogue but you'll also not get much of the content if you decide to end the game early.

It means adding a few more paths in the game during edits, so I wanted to get an opinion from you as the player before making a final decision. Let me know your thoughts! 😊

[readingrobin]

“make a poll with five of your all time favourite characters, and then tag five people to do the same. see which character is everyone’s favourite!” tagged by @oblivioustoast

I don't know if these are my all time favorite characters, but they're sure the first ones that came to my brain.

Tagging @chessalbaneze @bookcub @logarithmicpanda @agardenandlibrary @theboarsbride

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

I’m gonna say no, not bc the AI owns the idea and if you using it you’re taking from the AI, but AI outputs like ChatGPT and such scrub the internet without people’s consent or sometimes even knowledge and take things from everything. Everything they make is a collage of countless uncredited people.

Not to say you’re also stealing from these countless people if you just ask an AI for a prompt, but nothing an AI makes is original as it’s always stealing something from somewhere

Hi there,

Thanks for sharing your thoughts! You have very interesting points.