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[frick6101719]

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tagged by @feelinglikecleopatra and it's been a MINUTE since I did one of these! Thanks 😘

3 ships: Everlark and Kanej are, now and always, close to my heart. Haven't devoted much energy to Reaperstang recently but they are also always there.

first ship: probably Everlark? I have no memory. Although I watched The Princess Diaries recently and was reminded that Queen Clarise and Joe are my entire generation's ACTUAL first ship...

last song: A Little Honey by Nathaniel Rateliff & The Night Sweats (a summer JAM)

last film: DIRTY DANCING because one of my housemates hadn't seen it. The sexiest movie ever imo

currently reading: officially I'm still reading Anna Karenina, but I've been on hiatus for a couple weeks.

currently watching: the motherfucking Toronto Maple Leafs games that's what. And an episode of The Office or Community between periods. Also rewatching Supernatural with my housemate

currently craving: Arizona Green Tea, perpetually.

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Thanks for the tag Cleo! I'm tagging @im-doing-hot-girl-shit, @rosegardeninwinter, @the-sun-and-the-sea, @totchipanda, and @cameliawrites.

[flowery-laser-blasts]

"He insisted on having our picture taken after taking over the world with his 'fool proof' plan; which I warned him would not work...

Now, guess what backfired?"

He's fine. Shego bought him a chocolate milkshake and his favourite music is on.

[wrathyforest]

Did we finish the season or the season finished us?

[pseudowho]

Me, looking at my empty AO3, and my Tumblr Masterlists, and thinking I might need to actively employ someone to upload them all for me.

-- Haitch xxx

[brucie-baby]

I know everyone loves the angst and stuff with the Living Gotham AU, but gimme something warm, sweet, cute, or fun for it.

Please. I can't stand things that are sucky. Life has its ups too!

genuinely having to take a solid moment to think here bc even when i try to give fluff it's got a lil angst to it.

bruce loves the way that Gotham will allow him to do near enough anything if he wants it bad enough. it comes in handy when he's trying to intimidate people.

he backs a guy into an alley, one of those big ones who thinks he can take on the big, bad bat. normally bruce wouldn't even bother, but this guy has information he needs, and he needs it now. the guy doesn't look too scared. he's heard stories of batman, sure, even seen him a few times, but he knows that batman's just a man in a mask, and all men can bleed if you know how to cut them.

but then the buildings around them start to close in, start to almost loom over him. the bricks against his back feel sharper, rougher, like they're dragging along his skin. suddenly all background sound cuts out and all he can hear is his own breathing getting heavier. the bat looks taller and the guy feels so small. that's when the shadows start to creep in on him, slithering around his feet and crawling along his arms up to his neck and framing the bat as if he's part of them. his hair stands on end and he's trembling. he's trembling like he's six years old all over again.

the bat doesn't say anything. he takes a step closer, just a single step, and the temperature drops so far he feels like someone has just walked over his grave.

the guy spills everything he knows. he tells the bat all about who he's working for, what he was told to do, where the villain is hiding out. he tells him things that aren't even relevant, like where he lives and what he ate for breakfast that morning. he's terrified.

the bat takes a step back, and the guy runs. he runs and he doesn't look back.

which is a shame, really, because if he had, he'd have seen duke doubled in laughter, tears at the corners of his eyes and needing to hold onto the wall just to stay upright. bruce is trying to hold it in but he's chuckling too. he loves it as much as duke does when Gotham and the signal join forces. for a moment, it feels like Gotham herself is laughing along with them.

[b-blushes]

thursday quest - no physical therapy today - make and eat lunch sooooo early but i can do it!!!!! - get ready for wedding - attend wedding! yay! (: - decompress well when i get home <3

[campingwiththecharmings]

*pinches bridge of nose* why do i do this to myself?

[endothermic-rain]

Hello Stray community! After two months of work, I'm excited to bring your attention to this video!

Someone by the name of "Балвд лыжыэфэф" on YouTube extracted over six hours of music and ambience from Stray's game files. This is an amazing resource, full of extended tracks, ambience, and cut content.

What it lacked, however, were time-stamps. The description included a list of all the audio files that were extracted, but nothing to indicate when a track ended or began, nor where it played in-game.

So, I did all that! Almost every track in this video is now time-stamped, with listings that show where everything plays in-game. I made a comment that listed everything as it appears in the video, and one that lists everything as it appears in-game. I also made a list of some motifs. I couldn't help myself.

This was a lot of work, and I'm so thrilled to share it with you all. If you're looking for a song that was never or only partially included in the OST, you'll find it here! And if you find any mistakes, please let me know! Enjoy!

[merlinnski]

Ill-Fated Break

1.6k words Moshang sickfic, very fluffy with a hint of angst This fic has been cross-posted on AO3, if you'd like to support it there.

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“And that’s why I propose we should…” One demon spoke up, drawing the attention of everyone else in the room. 

Shang Qinghua watched with little interest, a quiet sigh escaping his lips as he watched patiently. The brush in his hand was swift against the numerous papers placed in front of him, the words spoken by every councilman here written down in messy script. It might’ve looked like chicken scratch to anybody who attempted to read, but it was understandable to him. And that’s all he needed. 

He leaned his head against his hand, his elbow propped up against the ice cold table. The room felt colder than usual, which was bizarre given the climate. He glanced towards Mobei Jun, who was sitting next to him with his arms crossed tightly. Qinghua could see how tense the other man was, his clawed fingers digging into the fabric of his robes. Despite that, he didn’t seem more upset or irritated than usual. That ruled out the possibility of Mobei Jun causing the unusual chill.

“That wouldn’t work. You’re missing a vital piece of information…” Another demon raised his concerns, politely declining the previous proposal. 

The words droned on, melding together in a messy pile of nonsense that Qinghua struggled to understand. The headache that lingered from earlier in the morning pulsed with each sound, the weariness beginning to drag him down. Even the dark bags that perpetually remained under his eyes seemed to feel heavier than usual. 

He could feel Mobei Jun’s piercing gaze scrutinizing him. Watching him. A bead of sweat slipped down his forehead as he strained to focus on what was going on, his hand shaky as it wrote.

“Whatever. We should just discuss this at the next meeting.” One of the arguing demons finally relented, to the agreement of everyone else at the table. 

The sound of the meeting potentially ending caused Qinghua’s head to perk up, his attention stolen almost immediately. The other demons at the table were already preparing to leave, causing him to sigh in relief at the sight. He placed his pen down, leaning back in his chair. 

Mobei Jun finally spoke after what felt like hours of pure silence, “This meeting is adjourned. I expect you all to be here next week at the same time. Understood?” 

The group muttered their agreement, lowering their heads in respect before properly standing. They filed out the door, one by one, until only the two of them remained. Still seated, unmoving. 

“My King, are you ready to leave?” He asked quietly, his voice echoing in the now empty conference hall. 

He raised an eyebrow, “Are you?” 

“I’ve been ready to leave the moment I stepped foot in here,” He joked with a tired smile, an attempt at lightening the mood. If only just a little. 

It seemed to have worked though, as Mobei Jun smiled small enough that it would have put the Mona Lisa to shame. Hardly noticeable, but to a man like Shang Qinghua, it meant the world to him. 

“Let’s get going, then. I’ll make the noodles you like for lunch.” Mobei Jun stood up, his fur-lined cloak swishing around him for a moment. “Or would you prefer to rest in our chambers?” 

“No! No, noodles are fine, My King!” Qinghua abruptly stood up himself, shaking his head rapidly until the world started to spin around him. “We can go to the kitchen and make them together!” 

Mobei Jun’s eyes widened at the sudden display of energy. “Alright. Come on.” 

He turned his back to Qinghua, stepping off towards the door leading out into the many corridors of the Northern Fortress. He followed along, trying his best to keep up with Mobei Jun’s long strides as they paced through the long hallway. The sun lightly streamed through the windows, causing the ice to shimmer in a mesmerizing display. 

They walked a little further, until a particular sight of the small garden outside caught his attention. 

He paused. 

Qinghua turned his head to look out the window, a sinking feeling in his stomach. The longer he stood, the lighter he felt on his feet. He lowered his gaze to the ground, unaware that Mobei Jun had stopped to turn and look at him. The ground was swirling, colors mixing together into a blur he couldn’t quite make out. “....Qinghua. Qinghua.” Mobei Jun called out to him, waving a hand in front of his face to grab his attention. He blinked, looking up to Mobei Jun, but not looking at him. He swayed, quickly placing a hand over his forehead in dismay. “...My King.” He murmured sluggishly, “Pardon this one…” 

The ground was catching up to him. With each second that passed, the cold floors of the corridor grew closer and closer. All until it inevitably faded to the harsh black of unconsciousness.

He never collided with the floor.

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“You called this master here because Shang-shidi is dying?” Shen Qingqiu fluttered his fan, eyeing the lump burrowed underneath thick blankets on the bed in front of him. 

Shang Qinghua was deeply unconscious, tossing and turning in the bed restlessly with a furrowed brow. Every so often he’d mutter a few incomprehensible words before rolling back over, a visible sheen of sweat dampening his forehead. Shen Qingqiu approached cautiously, keeping a close watch to gauge Mobei Jun’s reaction before reaching out to touch Qinghua slowly. 

His forehead was burning to the touch, and he could hear him mutter, “System… Five more minutes…” before he rolled away from his hand. 

‘Airplane bro, you aren’t alone! You’ll expose yourself like this!’ He pursed his lips, narrowing his eyes before standing up. Mobei Jun was still watching him restlessly, his entire body tense. The room was frigid cold, more so than usual. Even Shen Qingqiu couldn’t help but resist a shiver at the freezing temperature. 

“He’s been muttering things I don’t quite understand, and he’s incredibly hot to the touch,” Mobei Jun spoke after a moment of silence, crossing his arms against his chest stiffly. 

“Shang-shidi is not dying, so there’s no need to be so tense. It seems he’s just caught a bad fever.” He snapped his fan shut, waving it in Mobei Jun’s direction. “A few days of rest should help him recover.” 

“A bad fever,” Mobei Jun repeated coldly, “I thought human cultivators don’t get sick.” 

“Shang-shidi’s cultivation has always been a bit weaker than ours,” Shen Qingqiu explained, “it’s not entirely impossible for him to get sick. Just harder.” 

“I see.” Mobei Jun furrowed his eyebrows in concentration, mulling over the information that had just been shared with him. 

It would be best if Airplane bro himself were awake to explain how the hell this happened in the first place, Shen Qingqiu approached again, reaching a hand out to shake Shang Qinghua. Once. Twice. 

He opened his eyes for a moment, his gaze unfocused and tired. He seemed to recognize Shen Qingqiu, because what came out of his mouth was a confused “...Cucumber bro?”

“Wrong answer,” Shen Qingqiu seethed quietly, hastily nodding his head in the direction of Mobei Jun. Shang Qinghua failed to understand what exactly the gesture meant. 

“Dude… I had the wildest dream..” He coughed, voice hoarse. 

Seemed like a sore throat was on the table too, unfortunately. Shen Qingqiu paged that information away for later. 

“For a minute… Thought I went back home. The readers were-” Shang Qinghua was very abruptly cut off by a pillow stuffed into his face. The rest was muffled into incomprehension, left unheard. 

“Go back to sleep before you expose yourself in your delirium.” He hissed, all while Mobei Jun seemed to pick up on their conversation. 

“...Is that normally how humans treat their illnesses?” He tilted his head questioningly at the act, his expression dark. 

Shen Qingqiu quickly composed himself and looked to the taller demon calmly, “It’s meant to help cool him off. A fever raises the body temperature unnaturally, and it’s too uncomfortable to rest well.” 

Mobei Jun seemed to lighten up a little, though it was quickly replaced with an inquisitive look. “What is a ‘Cucumber bro’?”

Shen Qingqiu froze for a moment, “I… Am not entirely sure myself. Shang-shidi must be incredibly delirious to say such confusing things.” He snapped his fan back open, swiftly hiding behind it. Mobei Jun only looked more confused at his answer, but accepted it nonetheless. He approached Qinghua’s bedside, nudging the pillow away to get a better look at the other man. Qinghua was once again out cold, eyes closed and brow furrowed with the uncomfortable heat that plagued him. Mobei Jun lightly placed a cold hand on his forehead, sending some spiritual energy to cool him off. 

“Would this help?” He asked Shen Qingqiu, who watched from the side. 

“It should. Just let him rest and he’ll be alright,” He affirmed, backing away from the two of them. “If that’s all you needed from me, I should take my leave.”

Mobei Jun only nodded quietly in response, leaving Shen Qingqiu to leave on his own devices. He pulled his hand away from Qinghua for a moment, only to see the poor man whine at the loss of comforting coolness. He softened his expression, pulling a chair over to sit next to him.

Once he was properly seated, he returned his hand to its place on Qinghua’s forehead, watching his body relax almost immediately at the touch. It was a comforting sight despite the situation, knowing that Qinghua trusted him. 

“My king…” Qinghua mumbled with a weak smile, still unconscious. Mobei Jun smiled in return, “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

that feeling when you're trying your hardest to study for your exams but no sentence sticks in your brain

[max05nb]

Day 11:

(Part 1)

(masterpost)

Topic: Shubble lore (Part 2)

So I start off by I read the fandom wiki and it mentions nothing about her being unpopular in her class and I double checked in the videos and yeah my mind was making stuff up (the videos mention her becoming popular, kinda like a highschool legend but nothing related to net being popular previously). She was just disliked by the higher ups '-_-

Well anyway back to the topic!

So let's talk about why is she a Storm witch in witchcraft smp? Well if you watched esmp2 you probably remember the ending where she gets a glow up and switches her themes from general fog witch to specialized storm witch. She even goes to Joel to learn about thunder!( And we also learn Joel is a bad teacher cause you ain't having someone train for 10 years and then they're only power is making rain like I know why but just think about the implications °°)

So why stars?

That's the question I brought up before as well, her design is star and space coded, not storm, why?

Well it's nature wiwes.

If you're unaware esmp2 from Shubble pov (and only from her pov, Katrine cut the scene like wha??) ends with her getting to go on an implied date with Katrine. At previous moments we seen her crushing, and she even fought Pirate Joey for a chance to date her.

After she dies (okay if you really don't know the ending I do sound like a lunatic but I swear all of the stuff I'm telling you happen in 1 ending episode, she's just going through the motions) she has her hair turn white, signifying her resurrection. That color is almost opposite to her brunette hair so it's immediately makes her go from a spring/fall to a cold winter color season making her look out of place in her old clothes. When she meets with Katrine she mentions not liking the hair and thinking about dying it. Katrine to that immediately says that it suits her and it makes her look like moonlight. Later we see her getting her new outfit and based on a comment made by the creator on the video, she basically took Katrine's compliment and made it her entire aesthetic.

So yeah the star theming comes from that, she just took her crushes words and run with it.

However I still don't understand why they didn't just make her a star witch?

Here comes my theory:

Like I stated before I'm pretty sure it was a last minute change. Other possibility: not good enough mods, the fantasy pack they used could have just not have good star related mods.

Another thing I wanted to mention is that, stories change and grow. This happens often on esmp (think of Xornoth, who started out just Scott messing around with a voice changer) (or Hermes) (or the statue in the evermoore being made by Joey but later changed to be made by spirits) (my point is that it happens a lot) but it happens in any story, especially in smp based ones where the viewers could have a directly impact on the story. Watching an smp often like watching a story still in it's first draft, things just happen, you retcon things from before and pretend you have foreshadowed something you just made up 5 seconds ago. So what I'm trying to say that I been thinking a lot about how I tend to think of smp stories as this set in stone, proof-read story that cannot change and everything have been planned out before hand. Shubble must have planned to merge these characters from the start surely! But most of the times they're fluid and changing. Shubble could have planned it from the start of wcsmp and made her design based on that but she could have also just thought about it later. Katrine's comment could have no connection to Shubble's outfit but later on Shubble though it could fit so she pointed it out. Shubble didn't think about what lore implications every funny response she says had so if "I dunno I didn't go to school" was funny in the moment then why do I assume she meant more by it? And just to be clear this refers to all creators I watch, I just thought about it the most relating to Shubble.

Is anyone else in the same boat as me? I think I just have to stop overanalyzing lore details from something that happened 2 years ago (yeah I almost cried seeing that it feels like yesterday, the nostalgia shouldn't be hitting this hard TT)

Thank you for reading my ramble about nothing in particular. Hope you enjoyed this! I'll try to keep it short next time :'>

[railraptor]

Do we know for sure that it's all the gods that Ludinus is targeting? Because he seems to have a major beef for the Matron of Ravens.

During his speech he mentioned something about the gods fearing mortals after one of them was killed and replaced BY a mortal. This whole sloppy speil was designed to attract Keyleth so that she could be bait for Vax/CotRQ-without that Vax-bead-lens thingie was his contraption even functional?

And before that people who didn't actually care were running around wearing her holy symbol. To make sure the MoR would notice?

How old IS Lidinus exactly? What connection does he have with the Raven Queen? Is it possible that this is just about the goddess of death? Maybe that's what people will be free of? Do I just need to go to sleep and stop thinking about this? I feel like even if this was an attack on one god the other's would be interested in trying to stop it, and I guess Vassleheim has been trying to get involved, but .....

I just have so many questions and Thursday is so far away....

[jellybean-tv]

Okay, so APPARENTLY the world's LIGHTEST, SOFTEST, SLOWEST, and BARELY PERCEIVABLE touches get me??

Too fast? Won't work as well. Not almost a phantom touch? Won't work as well.

Jeez, I can't IMAGINE what it'd be like to have a partner with the coordination to work more than one extra soft t-word tool at a time, pffft. Two makes his hands get confused, fjdjdj.

If I somehow ended up in a space where a group of friends or something all got their hands on like, those little fluffy fake grass pieces or something and decided to all go after me at once? I dunno... I think I might end up on the floor. QuQ'''''''

[schminguss]

Current WIP of my pretty night elf warrior. Not looking forward to drawing the armor T~T

[altruistic-meme]

genuinely so upset about not being able to scream to my mom about my cardigan :')

[moonlit-orchid]

good evening to everyone except a certain few fucking anons