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[silliestcreature196]

says it all

[kiidart]

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pt.1

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this is a little long, so continue reading below! :3

[filialdisciple]

—a tangcheong reincarnation ficlet set during the shaolin tournament arc 👍

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baek cheon didn't think much of the loud commotion being made in the audience stands as a large family entered the arena.

"huh? what's all that noise over there?" yoon jong voiced out.

the rest of the mount hua disciples turned their heads in the direction yoon jong was pointing at and they watched as people unabashedly stared at the person in the center of the group.

"you missing a cousin or something, samae?" one of the disciples joked.

the man in question looked closer to a tang than he did his own family members who walked beside him. whereas their hair were varying shades of light brown, his was dark and closer to tang soso's own color.

tang soso frowned, narrowing her eyes as she tried to peer at his features which were slightly too far to distinguish properly.

"I don't recall having any cousins in shaolin..." she mutters as yu iseol also tilted her head in question.

the man's gaze sweeped lazily across the arena. even from afar, baek cheon could tell that the man's gaze was contemptuous.

he didn't need to use his qi to enhance his eyesight to know that the gaze that was thrown towards the sect leaders' stand was absolutely scathing.

jo gul scratched his cheek. "he must be the rumored son of the zheng merchant family. see the crest on his robes?"

"what do you know of him?" baek cheon asked. he doesn't really understand why but a part of him felt like he had to be on-guard towards the strange man.

"not much," jo gul winced, "just that he's a bit older than us and that he...mildly poisoned one of the daughters of another family in sichuan."

"..."

they all turned towards tang soso.

"are you sure he's not part-tang or something?" yoon jong asked.

their conversation is abruptly interrupted by loud shouts cheering for shaolin.

the disciples of mount hua shared resolute nods as they began marching forward, letting the praises pouring out from the audience straighten their spines and walk more resolutely.

chung myung seamlessly slipped back into their fold, the money pouches he brought with him noticably emptier than when he had arrived.

it felt as if the cheers for them rang louder than those for shaolin. it was a very ovewhelming feeling and all of them could feel the pressure on their shoulders.

once again, they watch the reliable back of their sajil as chung myung finally sets foot on the stage, gazing up.

the current head of the zheng family was not influenced by the excitement that seemed to radiate from his fellow tournament-goers. rather, his eyes were locked on the face of his elder brother who he had never seen look as emotional as he did now.

there was disbelief on his face. he wore a strange expression which wavered between hope and doubt. unfathomable emotions swam in his eyes.

"ge, is everything alright?" he worriedly asked. "if you wish to leave, we don't have to—"

"no." zheng bo cut him off. "we're staying."

he shared concerned looks with his other siblings, but they silently agreed to let it be.

their eldest brother had always been distant, but he was never unkind to them.

they could never understand where the weight zheng bo seemed to always carry on his shoulders came from, but he never lashed at them.

they had never known zheng bo to be anything other than melancholic, so seeing the way the beginnings of a lively spark enter his eyes...

it was as if they were watching him transform into someone else for a moment.

"hyung...?" zheng bo murmured as he practically threw himself over the railing to get a closer look.

luckily, their youngest sibling, about the same age as the youngest second class disciple of mount hua, managed to pull their eldest brother back by the robe.

"zheng bo, what's gotten into you?" their mother worriedly clutched at him.

a string of incomprehensible muttering escaped zheng bo's lips. "...a descendant? no, he—a wife? no, as if..."

questioning stares were thrown their way from other audience members, but they were quickly distracted by the start of the deciding battle between the two finalists.

it was a battle that no one could have ever expected.

it felt too one-sided and the zheng family, as with the rest of the spectators, found themselves at a complete loss over the practically one-sided battle between shaolin's hye yeon and mount hua's chung myung.

there was heavy and glooming feeling charging the atmosphere. the previous racuous and excited cheers turned into silent feelings of apprehension and confusion.

“this is nothing compared to what mount hua has been through.”

zheng bo let out a pained, heartaching noise.

"ge," the second zheng son started, still lost. "do you know what he's talking about?"

it seemed to him that chung myung was talking about something beyond the prior slow decline of their sect.

zheng bo seemed to be too overcome with his own emotions to answer.

they all turned back their heads to the stage and were graced with the sight of a soft curve of a blade that arched beautifully, tearing apart all the golden winds thrown towards its weilder's way by hye yeon.

"beautiful..." someone in the audience behind them mumbled.

and it truly was a mesmerizing sight to see.

and it became all the more so when plum blossoms pink, an unstoppable multitude, bloomed from chung myung's sword.

tang bo crumpled where he had was standing.

happiness, guilt, and, most of all, /relief/ wrapped themselves around his heart—his heart which, for the longest time, for over three decades, had been hollowed and emptied out of any possible feelings.

"you're here too."

tang bo didn't have to be alone anymore.

[the-flesh-is-willing]

Tried to include a decent variety ^^' mutuals plspls tell me which one you think I am

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[lover-of-skellies]

How to make:

Chocolate fudge ohfu brownies

Recipe makes 12 brownies, with a 20 minute prep time and a 40 minute cook time

Ingredients:

3/4 cup unsalted butter, plus a little extra for greasing

1/2 tsp bone powder (locally sourced is preferable!)

2 chocolate and caramel snack bars, roughly chopped

6 1/4 oz dark chocolate, roughly grated

1/2 tsp Killer's determination tears (Handle with caution!)

3 large eggs

1 3/4 cups sugar

1 tsp vanilla extract

3/4 cup hazelnuts

1/4 cup finely shredded and grated blue threads

1 cup all purpose flour

1/3 cup cocoa powder

1 tsp baking powder

3 cups corruption goop for the frosting (room temperature is best)

STEP 1: Preheat your oven to 350°F/160°C. Grease an 11 x 8 inch/28 x 20 cm baking dish, then line with parchment paper

STEP 2: Put butter, snack bars, determination tears, and chocolate in a heat-resistant bowl and set over a pan of barely simmering water, making sure the water is not in contact with the bowl. Stir occasionally until you have a smooth sauce, then remove from heat

STEP 3: In a large bowl, whisk the eggs and sugar together until light and fluffy. Fold the cooled chocolate mixture and the vanilla into the eggs. Sift in the flour, bone powder, blue threads baking powder, and cocoa, then add half of the hazelnuts and fold everything together

STEP 4: Pour batter into the prepared baking dish and sprinkle in the remaining hazelnuts. Bake for 35-40 minutes until a skewer comes out almost clean—you still want it slightly gooey for best results. Leave to cool completely

STEP 5: Drizzle goop over the entire brownie and slice into 12 pieces to serve. These will keep for 9-14 days in an airtight container and refrigerated*

STEP 6: Enjoy!

*For best results, harvest the goop, bone dust, threads, and determination tears directly from the source. Only one of these sources will cooperate willingly—you will have to harvest from the others as discreetly as possible

*If not consumed before this time, the brownies will develop a bitter and unpleasant taste and may inflict permanent psychological and physical damage to anyone who consumes them

Fun fact: The first person to make these brownies called them "ohfu" (pronounced oh-fuh) brownies, as "ohfu" was the last thing to leave their mouth

[huellitaa]

[nirrvana]

god i love the masterpieces y'all leave under my posts sometimes

[alicentsaegon]

In any other fantasy novel a man like Rhysand would be seen as the villain and we would be cheering for the Illyrians hunting him down for sport yet SJM portrays him as this underdog while also being the most powerful high lord in history. You can't have it all.

i know i said i’d shut up about acotar but i’ve never seen a fantasy society so primed for a populist revolution as the night court. all the wealthy merchants and artists are from one single city while a disenfranchised rural population is expected to provide the armies and die for them without seeing any of that wealth? not to mention the fact that the wealthy city elite don’t have to go to war? “oh nooo our greatest threat is koschei the deathless sorcerererrrr” your greatest threat is your citizens discovering class consciousness.

[snixx]

snixx -> butchnavi

[cakemoney]

my dad: we have made offerings at the temple to ask your patron nezha to protect your job

me: yeah i don't think that's gonna work out

my mom: as a backup plan we also suggested maybe your godfather nezha might consider beating elon musk's ass

[jkgnggj]

He doesn't even gotta ask damn

“Complied without thinking” I know what you are

[serbarris]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you for tagging me @trashwithvariety 💖💖

“Emmrich, this is far too much! I can’t imagine what it must have cost!�� Emmrich paused his careful mapping of Rook’s neck with his lips and moved closer to her ear, his light stubble scratching at Rook’s skin. He knew of her little crush—she had mentioned it the once and never again. She had noticed him while he overlooked her. If he’d known, all those years ago—no. He wouldn’t do that to himself. He let himself think about it as little as possible. He allowed himself to think about her in the library. A young woman who delivered his books, the ‘Miss Calliope’ that Audric spoke so highly of. He should have noticed her then, at the very least.

From the next chapter of At Best You Find A Little Remedy on ao3

[2truehearts]

do you ever just. associate ur friends with a memory or scene or line or feeling or habit u saw bc i do that and one of my friends is the line from a fic i wrote. the other is a scene from little women where laurie proposes to jo. another is the way my heart flutters when i get hugged and kissed and i have this one friend where whenever i think of them im reminded of car rides and windy days and a blur of dresses dancing and overlapping with the different lacy hems and silky fabrics and laughs holding unto the other as if it were a scarf being threaded together like. do u ever just. think of them and weave them into u like u would with making a scarf?

[mitamicah]

So Bojan's favourite singer is Alex Turner? Makes sense then there's such strong Arctic Monkeys vibes on Stephanie (I am not mad at all)

[sarcasticsciencefictionwriter]

Tagged by @thestorieswesay, thanks so much for the tag!

Rules: Go to pinterest, search "your name + core" then post 6 pictures and tag 6 people.

No pressure tagging: @samabigailalan, @tinknevertalks, @theleotorrio, @lanistas, @tina-mairin-goldstein, @dorothyoz39, @truedairship, @chartreuseian, and anyone else who wants to play!

[bungoustraypups]

the best iterations of this headcanon to me are the ones shared by those of us in the fandom who have given mori fankids (like, any of them, regardless of the second parent) and almost all of us agree he's like this with his other kids too. bro is making sure the entire upper echelon of the PM staff is acutely aware of everything his babies are doing down to the minute of every day

my fave Mori hc of all time is that he carries pics of Elise around in his wallet like Hughes from FMA and pulls them out in the middle of Important Mafia Meetings™️ like “look at my daughter :)”