#then i realised how similair they are

[bettyblixen11]

they’re rambling about the person they admire most 

[not-5-rats]

Waiter...more angst!!! At once!!...but make it Timmy ^^

This is like super similair to my Marco post, practically the same but different lol, also sorry if the sequence of things isn't 100% right according to the actual series, I can't properly remember it and I don't have the patience to relisten to it rn-

Also wanna put a warning for this one, there's some gross descriptions of mutilation and guts so if that makes you uncomfortable probs best to skip this one!!

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"I found my family...but I also lost a huge part of it"

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Honestly it didn't take him long to warm up to Bug. They caught him a bit off guard, he almost fell into the river, but he didn't really care too much. He falls into the river all the time! He quickly got over it and became enraptured by the stranger. They had such a dazzling smile, and that laugh, oh he felt himself burning red merely thinking about it. They were so energetic, able to match Timmy's speed and more! They were kind, they were joyous, they were...perfect

Everyday after they met he dragged Bug to do anything and everything with him. He had to run to town to grab some resources? Bug grab your bag! Going on a fishing trip with Bodie? Buuuug hope you know how to fish!! Everything he did, he dragged them to do it with him. They were practically attached by the arm, dawn till dusk. With every moment they spent together he fell deeper and deeper in love with them, his heart began to swell whenever they drew near, his eyes widened and his stomach began to churn. They made him so nervous...nothing had ever made him this nervous, it was strange...but he didn't really care. He would do anything to be around them, doesn't matter the cost.

One day he finally decided he should bring them to his home, show them about. Bug seemed overjoyed when they realised they were being invited, so the three made their way over. As soon as they ascended the ladder, entering his home, he rushed Bug into the room which held his collection. Crystals covered shelf upon shelf, the sparkling jewels blinding in the harsh sunlight which streamed in from the windows. Bug was entranced, the endless colours leaving them feeling like they were trapped in a kaleidoscope. He picked up many rocks from about the room, gently pushing them into Bug's view...but one type seemed to appear more often than the rest, Roze Quarts. Of course Bug had no idea what this meant...but he, he knew what he was doing, he was practically confessing to them right there and then! Alas..they didn't catch on.

Everything was perfect, Bodie and him living in the swamps, with Bug staying for the foreseeable future, yet one day...everything changed. Timmy's eyes were opened to who had truly been staying with them these past weeks. Just another day out with his friends, it was going fine, until he swam right into a Hunters trap, he assumed it would be alright I mean he'd been caught in a million traps before, he'd managed to get out then why would now be any different! ...it was different, the Hunter's must have realised their traps weren't working so they got stronger ones. Timmy couldn't get out, not even when Bodie tried to help from the outside, nothing was working. Bodie decided it'd be best for hum to rush home and get some tools, Bug agreed and Timmy...couldn't really do anything to stop them. Almost as soon as Bodie was out of sight they heard it, footsteps, crunching branching from nearby. Bug seemed distressed, Timmy tried to calm them, but once again he couldn't do much. They tried to break the trap open with the bear hands but unsuprisingly it didn't work, yet they kept pushing, their fingers aching, blood beginning to leak from their palms. They began to ramble, telling Timmy that they'd get him out, it was going to be alright...that seemed more aimed at themself than him though, suddenly another voice spoke over them causing Bug to fall silent;

"Well what have we 'ere"

Hunters, Timmy began to yell at them to get out of here, to go away before he got to them...they simply laughed. Given his size and current situation, the Hunter's stated that he was in no state to make that kind of claim. Before he could retaliate they turned on Bug, they claimed Timmy was theirs to take given it was their trap, he was sure Bug would stand up for him! Get them to let him go...but instead he said something he could never have expected. They claimed he was their catch, he led them into it, they were all the skill here. The two groups began to argue but he barely heard anything...ge felt so fucking betrayed. How could they do this to him, he thought they were his friend...his family...his love, yet here they stood discussing his worth with Hunters as though he were nothing more than a mangy dog they'd be happy to get rid of. He felt so angry, he could feel the tears threatening to take over his eyes but he refused to let them. He could feel himself disassociating, trying to wake up, begging for thus to be nothing but a bad dream...he realised how real it was when he felt himself being dragged away and saw Bug dissapearing into the distance.

The journey was dreadful, the Hunter's constantly poked fun at him, boasted about the awful fate thay awaited him...he wished he could just fall into the ground and dissapear. Finally though he found himself being thrown into a cage in the arena...a giant creature looming in the corner. Slowly it stepped into the light, growling at him, he shuffled back into the wall, trying not to let his fear gleam through, but it was hard when the figure was so much larger than him. However, for the second time that day Timmy heard something he could never have expected to hear. The figure stared at him, a slight hint of shame on his face as it told him...it was his father. The figure revealed itself to be Rolden, he's been trapped here for ages and a while ago he was forced to have a child with a half-dragon named Lora...he couldn't believe it. What the fuck was going on. He thought his parents were dead but now it turns out they're alive??? And they're here??? His mind was a whirl...and suddenly it got alot worse. His father was once again snatched away from him, to fight in the arena, what felt like an eternity later his father returned, bloody and bruised and with somebody else...

"Bodie!!!"

He couldn't believe his eyes, what was Bodie doing here! What was going on!! Bug, Bug must have done this, feeling him out wasn't enough they had to get Bodie caught up in this as well!! He felt the rage boil in him...which wasn't helped by the announcement from Rolden that Bodie was his brother, making him Timmys uncle. He felt so confused, so lost, he had no idea what was going on anymore! Everything he had once known was suddenly thrown onto its head! Nothing was as he believed, his family was alive...he had been with it this entire time! Well one member of it...as for the other...well they turned out to be a fucking cheat, a backstabber, a liar. He curled up on the floor, just trying to block it all out...and as if it couldn't get any worse he suddenly heard a haunting voice echoing from the bars of their cells

His eyes shot to the bars, there they stood, a relieved smile plastered on their face...how fucking dare they smile...how fucking dare Bug show face here. He ran to the wall, grasping the bars with such a tight hand he felt pain instantly shooting through it. He yelled, demanding to know what they were doing here...why they did this!!...they didn't respond at first, letting him get his frustration out...with every yell, every accusation, Timmy felt his heart shatter, the love he felt for Bug still present and pushing against his chest begging him to embrace them, to tell them how worried he was that they were really a Hunter...but he refused to let it. He maintained an enraged expression, throughout his entire being, refusing to let a slither of relied show even as Bug talked him through their plan. He wanted to believe that they didn't really betray him...but he couldn't, he knew what happened, he was there!! Nobody couldn't deny it! They let him go!! They let those awful fucking Hunters take them away! Do awful things to him...they let that happen. As much as he loved them he couldn't just move past that. Luckily Rolden was listening to Bugs plan cause Timmy barely caught a word...and as soon as they had appeared Bug vanished, promising to come again soon to think of a proper plan.

Days passed, Bug visited once again along with Marco, who seemed sort of exhausted- Bug went with him when he first visited his mother to inform her of the plan...he was kind of relieved, he loved his Mother and was so glad to finally see her but that lady was SCARY, absaloutly terrifying! At the same time...he didn't trust them yet, he still felt so fucking awful about what they had done, he couldn't move on. Anyways they informed her of their plan, she thought it was quite stupid, but agreed to help nonetheless. After they left Timmy felt...empty, he didn't know how to feel. So he just sat and patiently awaited the night they would finally get out of here.

It eventually came, they were ushered out of their cages by two cloaked figures that were easily identified as Bug & Marco, the group was squeezed through passages, hurried past rooms and finally ended up in a dark hall, one last door and they'd finally be free. The entire walk Timmy had practically ordered that Bug stand infront of him, this meant the rest of the group would be infront and he would be behind so they couldn't abandon them...they couldn't betray them again. Fortunately everything was going smoothly, no incidents. Bodie pushed the door open, Marco was first out closely followed by Bodie, Rolden and Lora...but just as Bug went to leave their neck suddenly snapped around. Timmy felt Bugs hands roughly grabbed his shoulders and pushed him out the door, as he fell to the floor just out the door he realised why they had done Guards, three of them, one grabbed Bugs arms, restraining them, another grabbed their face as they teased, warning Bug of all the pain they were about to force them and their silly friends to endure. The last stepped forwards to try and re-capture Timmy, but Bug kicked the door shut before they could. As soon as it was closed Marco rushed forwards and locked the door once more, stopping them from following. Timmy was rushed to his feet, he tried yelling about Bug, they had to make sure they were okay! But it was too late. They sped back into the swamps...leaving Bug behind, in the hands of the Guards...the ruthless Guards...Timmy's heart ached as he thought of all the awful things they were probably doing to them...the torture they were forcing Bug to endure.

Timmy couldn't sleep for days after they escaped, he barely spoke and refused to est anything. Everyone tried to reason with him but it was pointless, he wasn't listening, his mind and heart were still in thay arena, in Bugs arms. He couldn't rest until he knew they were safe! So one day, when everyone else was out he snuck back into the town...it didn't take long for him to learn what happened to them. He barely reached the arena when he saw it, Bugs dead body, hung on the front of the arena, their eyes were peeled open...those eyes which once were full of life and hope...now they would forever be stoney and cold. The longer Timmy looked, the more horrors he realised, their guts were spilling from a gash right up their centre, lungs pinned each side of their body and their heart...pinned above their head. He couldn't believe his eyes, he wouldn't believe them! This...this couldn't be them...it had to be somebody else, it was fake! They were just trying to scare them...yet the more he looked...the more he knew...it wasn't fake it was Bug, hung up as a warning. They were dead, and they were mutilated. Timmy felt puke rise in his throat, he couldn't bear to look anymore. He spun around and began to run, he kept running, he didn't really know where he was going he just had to get away from that! Away from what remained of his friend, his family...his lover. He tried to run, to forget, to purge what he had seen from his mind but he couldn't rid himself of it, it stained his mind, it remained in his vision. He closed his eyes, begging the universe to lead him home, to clear this from his memory. The world wasn't on his side, he ran straight into a trap, it clung to his leg, but he refused to stop running, he kept pushing...his leg tore off but he refused to acknowledge it, he just kept going, stumbling as he pushed homeward.

Finally he made it, there was a small group waiting for him, they questioned him on where he had been, why he had run off...where the fuck was his leg. He fell to the floor as gallons of tears flooded from his eyes. As he hit the floor, he tried to remain conscious but the emotional shock and blood loss suddenly got the best of him and he passed out.

When he awoke he was in the hutt, he almost fell out of the bed as he hurried to find out how much of his memories were a dream...and how much were reality. He was hit with the harsh truth that everything he remembers...happened, Bug was dead, their body...it...it...was mutilated, his leg was gone, but honestly he didn't give a fuck about that right now. His love was dead, gone for the rest of time, they would never come back, never again would the pair speed through the river splashing the plants and whatever they saw around them, never again would they work together to trick townsfolk to sneak snacks and treats...and never again would he get to hear that entrancing laugh, the sound echoed in his head, that laugh that was once so comforting...is now haunting and reminds him of the terrible events which occurred mere days ago. Timmy felt tears spring into his eyes once more...and he let them, he needed this, he needed to let these feelings out. Bodie wrapped his arms around him...but it didn't help. He felt so guilty, if he hadn't been so caught up in his suspicions maybe he would have noticed the Hunters! Maybe he could've saved them...maybe they'd still be here.

The rest of the group agreed to give him some time in Marco's room on his own...divines it still smelt like Bug. He could still feel their presence, their energy, lingering in the room...they had meant so much to everyone here and even though they were gone he knew they wouldn't truly leave the house for many moons. As night dawned once more he shuffled to the edge of the bed and leaned against the windowsill, his gaze fell on the stars, the glimmering of those firey balls reminded him exactly of the shine of their eyes...somehow despite their sparkle going out these sparkles remained. Shining in the sky...in a trembling voice, Timmy spoke for the first time in a while;

"I'm guessing you're up there...one of those. Still glowing even after death, of course you are. You always have, and you always will"

He fell back onto his bed, hissing slightly at the pain in his stump of a leg. He stared up at the ceiling...he could still see them, that shine...not just in their eyes but in their entire being, they used to glow, they were radiant...he admired it, he knew they were still glowing, nobody could ever put out that spark and he knew it. He rolled over so he was staring beside him...he could see them laying beside him, that smile...even though he knew it wasn't real it made him grin slightly. Once again be spoke to this vision...even though he knew they weren't there;

"Y'know these past few days have been fucking crazy, I found my family...but I also lost a huge part of it...you, don't get me wrong I'm so happy to have them, I'm so glad my parents are here! But honestly...I think I'd trade it all if it meant things could go back to the way things were..if I could have you back, if I could tell you...tell you how much I love you"

The vision began to fade away...the tears fell once more staining his pillow. He smiled as the shadow slowly dissapeared, he let his eyes flutter shut slightly as he whispered out his last words to the void which remained infront of him;

"...I love you so much, I wish I could've said it sooner...I admired you, and I will keep admiring you till the day I join you...wherever you are. Good night *Bug*"

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@rozeliyawashereyall you asked to be tagged, so here ya go!!

[gloria123idk]

Ace in Wonderland (Part 2)

(This is inspired by 1999 version of Alice in Wonderland, not Disney one. Can be a little OOC (Im sorry). The art at the end is made by me. English is not my first language... And eee ... Enjoy?)

Ace: "Deuce! Deuce!! My bro! Are you there!?"

He yelled into rabbit hole, he could swore that he saw rabbit ears previously, that jumped into rabbit hole and now he saw... Well... Only dirt

Ace: "... What the hell is wrong with this man..."

He hesitated a bit, before he placed his foot inside rabbit hole and kneeled down just so he could walk in it

His only source of light was coming from the way he get in and the light on the other side of the tunnel

After few seconds he didn't need to walk on his knees and could normally walk on his two legs

Ace: "I didn't know that rabbit hole can be this big..."

He said to himself, how does such thing can fit barely half of the meter underground... Especially when said thing is for animal

He was so close to the exit and leaving this rabbit hole and leaving to other.. Until

Ace: "AA-"

The ground under his feet broke revealing a huge other hole, in which he fell down

His previous source of light completly dissapeared, it was only darkness of underground

A perfect moment to regret every decision he made just to end up in fuck-hole, because of some white rabbit... What was he even thinking while following him?!

How deep even is this thing?

He didn't even realised he had his eyes closed, ready for hitting a ground... But instead he was... Falling slower?

A wind that was previously on him because of speed of falling, now completly dissapeared, a similair feeling to the one when he was flying in Flight class

An unknown source of weak light around him, was showing that it was not only ground and dirt

Some parts of the hole he was falling in, were cyramic broken walls, with black-white diamonds pattern

As he was slowly falling down, he was passing by multiple candles with metal candleholders, glass cups and pots, books, that were flying in the air in multiple directions

The deeper he was falling, the more his surrounding was feeling like some sort of room instead of underground rabbit hole

The sight of dirt completly dissapeared, showing off non-broken white-black walls, furniture that was flying around, and even some windows that were showing the same view... An orange sky with black shadows

Ace: "Where am I...?"

His surrounding completly became house like, when he looked up there was no single sight of previous rabbit hole

Ace: "I cant keep falling forever... There must be- AH-?!

As he said, he finally landed down on big old armchair, that was from ground to top covered in leaves and dirt

?Deuce?: "Oh my furry ears and whiskers, look how late its getting..."

Ace looked at him up and down, meanwhile "Deuce" wasn't even aknowleadging his existence, even tho Ace was sitting right in front of him, instead blue haired was looking at his clock with worry as his ears were flopped down

Then without further explanation he started running towards opposite direction, deeper into hall

Ace: "WAIT! COME BACK!"

He yelled but white rabbit didn't listened, and runend through the door that were at end of the hall and closed them behind

Ace: "... Of course..."

He mumbled as he stood up from armchair, he was in middle of some hall, which had wooden walls without windows, with multiple doors on each wall. A floor that had the same pattern as the ones he saw when he was falling — black-white diamond pattern

With only light sources being candles on walls and the light coming from hole which Ace just fallen through

Ace: "At this point I might just as well fell through whole planet to the other side... Wonder in which country I would be..."

He dusted himself off of dirt noticing... "Slight" changes in his clothing

Ace: "And when did THIS happened?!"

[cbsxreader]

If you're not too busy and literally whenever you find time (I mean it, literally no worries)

Could I request CBS reclining in a chair or hiding in his snipers nest spotting his S/O through his scopes lens and forgetting about his target entirely.

Cw: (Swearing, asassination, cheesy af)

Christian spotting his S/o and getting distracted

Christian's POV:

I climb the final steps of the ladder leading up to my nest. I reach the top and take a look around.

"Oi haven't been here in a while.."

Everything looks like it's about to crumble beneath my feet. Either I didn't mind it when I came up here regularly or it really has been a while since..

I take a few steps forward, slightly bending down to look outside through the nest's wall opening. I search for my target and spot someone who looked similair to the picture I was given. I fling my rifle from my shoulder and look through my scope. It's him. I smile and chuckle to myself.

Looking over my shoulder, I spot a crate by the wall. I place my rifle down and bring the crate over to the spot where I'm going to snipe my target. The floor slightly creaks as I sit down.

Fuck, better kill the target and get out of here before this toothpick contraption bails out on me...

I push my shoulders back, preparing for my rifle's recoil.

"Roight, let's get this over with." I say to myself as I look through the scope again.

The bloke's still there. I steadily aim at his head and put my finger on the trigger.

"Say goodbye to your head, mate!" I whisper to myself, grin forming on my face.

Then something behind the target went by. Or someone. I couldn't get a glimpse of their face but they seemed famillair. I scrunch up my face in slight confusion. I had seen those clothes somewhere...Could it be?..

I quickly avert the scope to the direction where I had seen this familair figure go.

"Bloody hell, it is them!" My eyes widen.

I see my love through the scope, my mood immediately becoming better at the sight of them. A grin grows on my face again. Only this time, I smile because of a heart-warming feeling inside my chest, not because I was about to kill a man. Before we were in a relationship, I had denied this feeling over and over again, but..it felt..nice once I embraced it. Because of them, I wasn't ashamed or embarrased about it and I've never been happier in my life. It's hard to believe, sure. Me, the mighty and feared Christian Brutal Sniper, turned out to be able to love someone.

There was just something about them that made me feel things I had never felt towards someone before. For the whole time we've been together, I've been trying to figure out what it was. What exactly made me love them.

I let my muscles relax as I continue to watch my love through the scope. Maybe it's their style? Their personality? Their looks? Their rutine and habits? Their voice? Their smile?? I really couldn't put a finger on what I found so attractive in them.

Ah, piss and what if they need comforting and I don't know what to say?..What then?

I rise up from my scope in my realisation.

Fuck..I don't know how to comfort a person..even if they weren't my partner I wouldn't know what to do..Maybe I would just assure them that I will always love them..But then they can ask for something specific and then I'm screwed again..Has love always been this difficult??..

I look through the scope again and spot my partner.

Alright, what do I like about them..hm..They always cheer me up!..Even now, without knowing it. That's one. Uhh...They always look good..oh, wait, people don't like it when someone says that they like them for their looks..Maybe if I say 'their style' it won't sound so bad..nevermind, that's still kinda about looks. Don't people say it as a compliment?

"I like your style." I say outloud, listening to my words.

Nah, people usually use a plain old "I like you"...this word play can go to hell...

Wait, have I ever actually told them that I love them?..No, I definetely have..a few times...

Suddenly, someone approaches my partner. Oh shit, it's my target.

I aim at his head and quickly pull the trigger. A shot rings out and the bloke's forehead is ruined. My partner falls back from shock and I decide to check up on them.

"Don't worry, love! It's just me!" I call out to them from my nest.

They turn to my direction and look up. They're still clearly in shock and trying to steady their breathing, staring at me with wide eyes. Maybe I should come down..

A bit later

"You alright?" I ask as I approach them.

"You scared the living hell out of me.." My love spoke.

"Yeah, Oi kinda got distracted and forgot about my target.." I rub the back of my neck, feeling guilt about not warning them about my mission.

"Why did you get distracted?" My love asks.

"Oi..um." I stumble over my words "..well Oi saw you and couldn't stop thinkin' of ya'.."

My love's cheeks became flushed "Oh..is that so?" A smile rises on their face.

"Yeah..." I cann't help but smile along with my partner. I avoid their gaze though.

A moment of silence falls upon us.

Should I tell them?

"Sweetheart?.."

"Yes, Christian?"

I get lost in their eyes before speaking up.

"I love you."

My love's eyes slightly widen. They let out a light, heartful laugh before looking at me again "Where did that come from?"

"Whot? I can't say that Oi love you?" I smile again and slightly turn my head to the side.

Their smile fades a bit "It's just..you don't say it much. You don't really say these kinds of things at all."

"Oi know" I start "Oi was left alone with my thoughts for too long and realized that Oi haven't been open to you, so Oi decided to do something about it."

Another small moment of silence passes.

"Well, in that case.." My love speaks up again. They gently place their hands on either sides of my face and bring their lips to mine. The kiss is a bit short, but I am eager to hear what my partner will say.

"I love you too, Christian."

Btw I'm so sorry to anyone whose requests I still haven't finished. (I'm still struggling with school asignments and motivation, but I'm still going to try my best for you all :,) )

[greenpanda-basicfakewitch]

Wheel of the Year | Sabbats Page One

Page two -> [In depth of the Wheel of the Year and the Summer/winter solstice and spring autumn equinox]

Just learned [as this is not my circle I'm frequently engaged in, remember whats common knowledge to you guys is new information to me] Sabbat = Origin was jewish and is appropriated and so it's not recocmended to use so others use Wheel of the year.

Why I don't call them Sabbats Blog Post -> Source Why I don't call them Sabbats/Tumblr -> Source *Little similair but goes into more detail about gardner etc. Wheel Of the Year Information -> [Source]

And so Wheel of the Year! Also words that might not be great to use;

Yule: December 19-23

Imbolc: February 1-2

Ostara: March 19-23

Beltane: April 30 – May 1

Litha/Midsummer: June 19-23

Lughnasadh: August 1-2

Mabon: September 20-24

Samhain: October 31 – November 1

And so with the above I am now in the position to pick out the rubbish out of this well, and see if the water is even usable at this point.

Most have stated that this is a hodgepoge luandry with a couple coloured socks in the mix and that others are made up/appropriated bastardized versions. Some are okay to use as long as you source the origins, not to claim it as wicca but state that for example Samhain is Irish descent, Yule or Norse descent etc.

Personally if it was up to me I would just do seasonal [speaking for myself but even when I tried to celebrate all the holidays I couldn't I was exhausted and all the STUFF you needed as a solitary which]

I don't know why it's not just split into the four seasons, Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter. Most you cannot use, but others I've been told not to disregard because celebrating them is whats keeping them alive before they fall to time. As long as you source them and say what is irish/ jewish/ norse and keep them in check you can still celebrate.

[Source] <- this is a tumblr blog post that goes into detail about the wheel of the year there 'are' some issues so I recocmend reading the comments/reblogs.

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[Source]

The 4 lesser Sabbats or quarter holidays are the two solstices and two equinoxes. They have origins in Germanic traditions and include: Yule (winter solstice) - Was told it was a pagan holiday, originally norse so far no ones brought up issues celebrating this one. Ostara (spring equinox) -> [Source] So online some people [and I myself who regurgitated and didn't realise] was told that Christians appropriated the old traditions from pagans/witches to use it into their beliefs they stold christmas from yule/ halloween from samhein and easter from Ostara. The blog touches on the misinformation that Ostara is NOT easter and explains why. Litha (summer solstice) From what I've been told Litha sometimes gets confused with the other one, and and Mabon (fall equinox). -> [Source] This person does just state the info as a fact and doesn't supply a source BUT others have discussed the topics and have backed up their statments so I trust it a little but in case you're like me and disregard information if it feels more like a personal opinion/ over fact.

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Okay this one I may still work on/edit when I get more information together because what I LOVE [sarcasm] about this site is that they are very vague about info and when someone makes a post THEN do they decide to be OH SO HELPFUL and tell me how WRONG I am ah gotta love tumblr.

[author-a-holmes]

It's December 17th!

Am I sharing some gorgeous, thought provoking, Van Gogh Quotes this month?

Absolutely I am.

Am I also sharing a Question of the Day inspired by the daily quote, and then inviting you all to answer them with me?

I absolutely am doing that too!

If you want to play the rules are simple. Answer the question, and then tag forward! I'm leaving all my posts this month as open tags so feel free to join at any time. <3

Question of the Day!

How does your protagonist practice self care? What’s their favourite way to recharge?

My Answer:

Lizzy’s favourite way to recharge is to go out and be surrounded by nature. Sometimes that’s the river at the back of her house, or it’s wandering the forests of Arbaon. But, Lizzy’s not the best at realising when she needs to put some time into Self Care. She’s always very focussed on trying to make herself useful or helpful and she sometimes forgets that she needs to prioritise herself. Booker helps with that, so quite often he’ll ask for her help tracking down a herb, or some firewood, or similair and then just drag her into the woods for an afternoon.

[theemporium]

so i know gargling salt water can help disinfect the back of your throat (dont swallow it or you will be sick) but i assume it'd be a similair thing if ur ill? thats my guess

I’ve done it when I was ill or had a sore throat before!! ngl I don’t know if the previous anon realised I was hungover and not sick, because I was a little confused how salt would help but maybe it does??😭

[mikamanga]

not got any solid thoughts but im rewatching jojo and its making me realise how binge watching just to understand whats popular is horrible for me

im only on part 2 but my enjoyment of these parts so far is much more than my first time. when i first watched it the first parts were boring to me but its because i wasn't really watching it because i wanted to but because i wanted to understand things like stands so i ended up 'watching' it in the way that the anime was playing but i wasnt really taking it in (a similair thing happened when i read chainsaw man the 1st time)

i think its why part 3 was my favourite part as it introduced stands. and later parts were boring not because they were bad but because i was forcing myself to watch over 100 episodes in a short time span

i couldnt even finish part 5 because i was so done with the series

and ironically if i just relax i can watch a lot of episodes AND understand the plot it might be less consistent than watching x episodes everyday but i'll actually like the series

[dragonboots]

Hello again, Hellsite.

Admittedly, i found this helpful before. Theres a different feeling, sharing my thoughts online knowing that there is even the slightest chance someone might read them, to the feeling of writing in a notes app and then forgetting it all completely. Part of me thinks i should be scared of the idea that anyone could find these little scribbles of my mind, but im oddly thrilled when i think that maybe someone could find this and feel just the same, and in turn see that they arent alone.

Today is a weird one. It feels like so many things are so very wrong that my mouth is sealed shut because it wouldnt know how to even start explaining everything. I find i feel like this alot.

Alot of the time, also, i might see posts similair to this and my brain always tends to conjure this image of someone lonely, whos problems are all in their head where they cannot escape. But thats never really it is it? Personally, id like to think i know a decent amount of people, quite a few i like and quite a few i despise. But its those people that make my problems feel like a drowning weight, because i feel i am trapped between them. Because i am not the one in control, i am the furthest possible from that. And i know that has always been one of the scariest fucking things for me.

Moreover, im in the middle of an oxymoron wrapped in a paradox. First of all im never middling. Im always high energy, blissfully ignorant, or low energy which comes with drowsy carelessness or tired yet violent anger. Second of all, i have been scared of a change all my life. This is an obvious fact to any and all who know me (often because i tell them, because i have a bad habit of oversharing occasionally. Im getting better at reigning that in.). However, recently a fear of all change in and of itself has evolved into a want for change, but only small changes that i can control. I feel as if my world would crumble if it shifted, but the constant weight its currently under is no better. Better the devil you know, i suppose, but that devil has me bored, and scared of a future it tells me is ahead yet i never feel approaching.

I dont intend to sound like a writer or poet with some of the fancy shit ive typed here. I intend to think, to write, and to try and put my thoughts into words as best i can, despite how much it feels like trying to catch a cloud. While writing this i realised just why it helps me so much to put this down (ive typed the word write so much it looks and sounds wrong now). I think it makes it easier to when you know someone might see it, or when it feels like im talking to someone rather than just jotting down rambling thoughts, because it forces me to think about how to properly structure my sentence, how to make it make a little more sense, but still keep the irrationality of my own human thoughts.

All this just to say, ive felt a little in pain, and a little like ive been sinking all day. This has lifted a weight of me, and if someone sees it i recommend you write too, if thats what youre into. Just get your thoughts out. Its a basic lesson weve all heard repeated a million times, but we never really remember. Dont keep the scary crap inside. As awful as it sounds, it helps to think someone out there might be scared with you.

[sylvyspritii]

Update: 8 days later, and i just beat Realm Reborn Here is the journey:

In the beginning, i chose Arcanist, but i quickly realised that Fisher is actually the best job

I got invited to a strange secret area that had a lot of rich looking houses, so i did what was natural; i saw a giant lighthouse, and i had a desire to climb it, that's how i discovered this game had jumping puzzles just like Guild Wars 2 (nice), it took me a bit, and the controls are very different compared to GW2, but it was quite satisfying when i managed to reach the top after much practise, it's kind of like Dark Souls

There was also some guy named Gayus van Ballsack, and he was being a little mean with the amount of devastation he caused, but it was not his intention, so i'm glad we cleared that up, i also became a dark academia history nerd on the way somehow, and got a cute fairy and a bird

Now that that's over, back to the real game; fishing I'd like to give my shoutouts to my boy Rhitahtyn Arvina, we might have been enemies, but he fought with honour, a respectful opponent And i'd like to give my anti-shoutouts to the Companies of Heroes, i can go into a rant about them, but i think for veterans reading this, you will understand right away and no words are neccessary, and for the newcommers reading this; good luck

NO SPOILERS PLEASE, THANK YOU My overall review of Final Fantasy XIV Realm Reborn: 6.5/10

Some context; I have played many MMO's in my life; Runescape, Maplestory, Ragnarok Online, Trickster Online, Tera, and my favourite one; Guild Wars 2 I tried Final Fantasy XIV before, in 2011, 2013, 2016, 2019, and 2023, but i always uninstalled the game, but every time, friends somehow convinced me to try again, telling me "it gets really good, the story will unironically resonate with you so much, there's so many themes that we know you will love, it's literally like one of those stories that you in particular would love so much" AND EVERY TIME, i'm like "nah, i gave it a chance before, it sucks" and then i try it in secret, but then give up anyways, usually before level 20

This time was different, this time, i was watching one of my furry friends stream the game, and she was very helpful in answering some of my questions, i decided to try again to see what happens, and some of my other friends helped me too this time While it is much better than Final Fantasy XIV 1.0, and it has received many great quality of life updates over the years (such as improved automatic tap targetting, more keybind and macro options, and more (incredibly good) HUD customisation options), i still find it difficult to reccomend this game over Guild Wars 2, which had a much better basegame already in 2012, alongside its already great expansion packs (i have yet to play the FFXIV expansions, but this is just my raw take on the basegame since i just finished it) A big standout is the music however, the composer, Masayoshi Soken, who also composed the soundtrack for FFXVI (which i liked a lot, well, except for Titan's theme being a bit repetitive), surprised me, some of the later songs in the boss battles are especially good, (such as Rhitahtyn Arvina's boss theme, which has a really fun difficulty spike that fits the music and the moment in the story very well, alongside just being a general badass) and the final boss theme, you know, the one after the unintended devestation I thought the story was boring and uninspiring, a lot of it felt like it was taking elements from other MMO stories (such as Guild Wars 2, i mean, the 3 factions, the "going to the tribal people" part of the game, the Eazorean Alliance being very similair to the Fort Trinity stuff, it really feels like the developers just kind of tried to scramble together stuff inspired by other MMO stories), but i have to admit, that the closer we got to the ending, the more the story and the writing started to improve (Coerthas was when it picked up a little bit, suddendly, the worldbuilding, lore, politics, and culture started to engage me a little bit more, and i started reading more of the dialogue around there again), and i really enjoyed the characterisation of the Imperial generals nearing the end, it was really cool to see some stuff that was foreshadowed before (which i was REALLY HOPING would mean something) actually have some real subtle impacts (i'm sorry, i'm talking about my boy Rhitahtyn again okay, he was a real one) I'd say that the story has /potential/, but overall, i think the story of the main quest of the FFXIV basegame (Realm Reborn) really was a 6/10, and i know some of the fans reading this might not like me being that harsh, but i'm sorry, it really doesn't give a good first impression for the people that came to this game because they heard it had such a good story (me, it was me, i am not impressed, but perhaps Heavensward will be slightly better?) Also, this is one of the few games that understands that fishing minigames should be like Pokemon, don't make things too complicated! Just make it nice and simple and satisfying, no annoying Big the Cat Fire Emblem fishing mechanics, i want to listen to my podcasts and watch Vinny streams on my second monitor, thank you

So, in case it is not clear; yes, i liked it, but i wasn't impressed, but i think there's some potential maybe

NO SPOILERS PLEASE, THANK YOU

Okay, i changed my mind, Final Fantasy XIV is good actually

[greenflamedwriter]

Escape death by the Skin of your teeth.

Summary: BEFORE Shen Yuan transmigrates and wakes up as Shen Qingqiu there is a glitch he wakes up first in the Original Luo Binghes Dream. Shen Yuan figured that of course he died reading PIDW of course his post death brain would create this before he officially kicked the bucket. Unaware he was officialy assimlated as Shen Qingqiu and looked like him, The OG Binghe apporached thinking this was his dream and planned on tearing this Shen Qingqiu limb from limb, killing his Shizun was always cathartic.

Until...

"Luo Binghe!" The man smiled almost looking...happy to see him "Of Course you would be here." He nodded self assurdly.

Luo Binghe paused, this man was strange..."How so?" He asked when the other began to approach him and was looking him up and down and nodded.

"Handsome, so of course it's Luo Binghe."

...What?

"Oh- I died, which figures that we're here since I was reading Proud Immortal demon way."

What did reading have to do with this? Luo Binghe looked confused and it made Shen Qingqiu explain.

"It's the worst book in the world, just awful but I only read it for the protagonist. He made it worth it. He's my favourite."

"Whose the protagonist?"

"You?" Now Shen Qingqiu looked confused and Luo Binghe realised he may have started to lose it, to create this...but- the more he approached and the lack of fear from the other he realised he was real.

Luo Binghe was shocked, who was this person?

"Shizun?"

He asked- maybe it was Shizuns soul- but what did he mean by story?

Shen Qingqiu's turned around almost looking for something then looked back at Binghe "Shizun?" He asked and Luo Binghe took his hand.

The other let himself be led, and...it was just wrong. His Shizun would never let him touch him. Wouldn't blindly trust him.

Luo Binghe was happy that he didn't give in to his need to break his Shizun again. He created a lake and showed Shen Qingqiu his reflection.

And gaped to his the image in the lake looked drastically different.

A man with short black hair, and wore spectacules, he was pretty and wore one layer of a black robe with short sleeves. Luo Binghe found himself staring at the strange image.

"Hmm? What is it?"

He asked the man to look down, Shen Qingqiu looked at himself and frowned at the robes he wore and even touched his long hair "What?" He even found a fan in his robe and blinked as he opened it.

"What-" He looked at the lake and saw his form didn't match what he looked like...

"You look like Shen Qingqiu." Luo Binghe spoke, it looked like it would take a while. The man tensed his eyes snapping to his in shock.

"I'm the scum villain!?" He yelped taking a step back, he looked back at the water that rippled and showed what he looked like. Shen Qingqiu fell to his knees and leaned closer his hand touching his face.

"THis is Shen Qingqiu- he's so good looking and yet he had to be jelaous of a kid? What was his problem?" The self hate and disgust was entertaining. Luo Binghe covered his mouth with his hand to hide his smile.

Shen Qingqiu leaned back his lips pursued into a pout.

He had to admit, this creature wore Shen Qingqiu better.

"Why...why do I look like Shen Qingqiu?" he asked looking up at Binghe who sat next to him flapping his robes. "I don't know...what is your name?" he asked leaned forward one hand cupping his face as he looked up at his former Shizun.

"Shen Yuan."

...Intersting, that they have a similair last name.

"This is such a bizzare after life..." The other mumbled, looking away and wringing the fan inbetween his hands. "How so?"

"I read Proud immortal Demon way and suddenly die and here I am and I look like the Villain..." He looked so lost and Luo Binghe wondered if there were anyway to stay asleep and pick this person apart.

The other flinched his gaze looking up at a certain point his brow furrowed. Luo Binghe straightened at the change as the other grew more tense.

"What- I transmigrated- this is real!?" The other gasped looking panicked. The System which appeared spoke to Shen Qingqiu telling him there was a glitch and he ended up in a wrong point of the PIDW timeline and will be relocated to an apporiate time frame the fix the trash plot.

Luo Binghe watched as Shen Yuan looked at him eyes wide, he looked scared and Luo Binghe moved forward and saw Shen Yuan's form snap and vanish from his eyes.

Luo Binghe woke up with a start almost startling his wife he sat next to him. He rubbed a hand over his face.

What a strange dream- he must be losing his mind...

The next night it was the same...

He awoke in his dreams back at Qing Jing Peak before it was destroyed, but only the areas where he and Ning Yingying Hid away and there was his Shizun again.

"Shizun?"

The other turned tensed then relaxed, a smile on his lips "Binghe."

He found themselves walking through the bamboo grove and Shen Qingqiu spoke sounding distressed.

"I'm at a point where you're a disciple. I'm so screwed- if I don't treat this Binghe right then I'll end up like Shen Qingqiu with my limbs ripped off along with my tongue and eyes..." He said sounding distressed. Luo Binghe felt a little bad, "Why can't you just do what you want?"

He had to listen to Shen Yuan lament and coo at his younger self and how he realised how cool he was, being so humble and a good character how he took the abuse as training and never took it to heart. How he wished he could just stop the abuse and treat Binghe well.

The way he spoke of his younger self had this Luo Binghe growing envious.

Shen Yuan sighed "I can't disobey the system. If Shen Qingqiu was suddenly nice to Luo Binghe I would be punished. I would be killed again. I managed to give him medicine...if I get anough points I can break the OOC protocal and do what I want."

Luo Binghe had no idea what he was talking about, but this was the most entertaining thing he's ever had since his Shizun died.

"And what would that be?"

Shen Yuan crossed his arms and nodded in a mattter of fact way.

"Hug, Luo Binghes golden thighs."

Luo Binghe almost tripped and fell head first into a bamboo stalk.

"Binghe!? Are you alright?" he felt the others hands on his arms and adjusted him.

The demon Lord cleared his throat.

"So you're only being nice to him from self-preservation?" Luo Binghe wished he could hate him...but he understood that this creature was forced to look like his Shizun and had the knowledge of his gruesome end.

He couldn't judge someone who wanted to survive...

The other looked away tapping his fan to his lips, and Luo Binghe found himself transfixed almost missing what the other would say next.

"Almost, but...I read your story, and I can't help but want to spoil him. Luo Binghe's life was so heartbreakingly sad. He deserves at least some form of happyness. He's such a hardworker too- and so strong even while using a fake manual! Luo Binghe is impressive."

The Demon lord walking beside him couldn't help but preen, "Even when others tried to drag him down and were jelaous Binghe would end up proving them wrong. So many people were in support and even loved seeing you grow up strong. So many were rooting for you."

It was strange that others would read his life, but knowing Shen Yuan who hated the story, only read it for him. Was with him every step of the way.

"Once this protocal is gone, I'm going to treat Luo Binghe as he deserves. I'm going to be a kind Shizun and help him grow stronger. He's so hard working I doubt I'd even have to try hard."

His Shizun was so informal as well, but the growing anger of envy began to surface.

"It's not fair."

Shen Yuan paused to see the dark stormy cloud over his face, Shen Yuan tensed almost terrified and that made Binghe even more irritated.

For once he didn't want this one to fear him.

Then saw the other give a sof huff then patted his head.

"Oh, Binghe. You know I'm treating him like this because of you. That everything I do for him is what I wish I could do for you. Your story is the reason I want to change things, make it better. Give you a more happier fullfilling ending."

Luo Binghe never cried, not once his Shizun tossed him into the Abyss. And yet his eyes burned.

"But it's not fair, this one deserves a kind Shizun." He looked away and felt the other cling to his sleeve.

"Binghe, without you- without the story of Proud Immortal Demon way, I wouldn't be here. If you had the kind Shizun there would be another version of you out there who didn't have one. It's a paradox."

There again with those strange terms.

"Without you, I wouldn't be here. Without the knowledge of your story and wanting to change it. you know time travel?"

Luo Binghe knew the concept, it was another type of fiction.

"If a son went back in time and killed his father, then the son would not exist. BUT if he did no excist how would he go back in time to kill his father."

Luo Binghe blinked. That was...interesting.

"The roles could just as easily be reversed. You could be my Binghe. And he could be you here. Having this conversation."

Luo Binghe knew what the other was trying to say, it was still unfair though...

"And if you were transported back in time as a disciple, and all of a sudden I acted differntly better and treat you kindly and then you found out it was because I KNEW of Shen Qingqiu's demise? Wouldn't you not trust it? Assume that the kindness was a lie? That Shen Qingqiu never truly cared but wanted to save his own skin."

Luo Binghe clenched his fists...he had to admit, he wouldn't be pleased and would hurt his Shizun even more for it...

The silence was stiffling, and he felt the other slowly reach out then tossle his hair. Luo Binghe kept still, still unsure on how to take this gesture something even his wives didn't do.

"But I'm also here, so I can also spoil this Luo Binghe too. Even if he's just a dream."

...A dream?

Shen Yuan spoke to himself "I wonder if I made you up to give into impulses that I'm holding back from Binghe. You're such a good kid, it's hard not to touch your hair. It's so fluffy."

Shen Qingqiu hated his hair. It was untamable.

They exited the Bamboo grove and moved back to the training ground that was empty.

"There is something else..." Shen Yuan spoke fiddling with his fan again, Luo Binghe raised an eyebrow "Hmm?"

"I found your jade Amulet."

Luo Binghe inhaled sharply, then cursed himself for reacting. He thought he buried those feelings years ago.

"This one searched hours to find it." To come up empty handed. Shen Yuan nodded "It was high up in a tree, because of the colour it blended in with the scenary."

Luo Binghe clenched his fists, he burned Cang Qiong down- he doubted it was still there but...he could try.

"Did you give it back to him."

Shen Yuan shook his head "It's a really valuable item, it has a lot of points. If something happens I could use it to save myself if Luo Binghe decides to kill me."

On second thought- he understood why this person became his scum teacher.

"That amulet was this ones mothers- it's the last thing this one has to remember her." He growled almost close to losing it. Shen Yuan nodded.

"I know, but Binghe isn't strong enough to protect it, he lost it to Ming Fan. And if some events transpire and Binghe has to take them on. Like the Endless abyss he could lose it..."

Luo Binghe scowled, he had a point.

"The Abyss? You plan on throwing him down? Isn't that worse being kind one moment then acting like a scum villain to save your own skin?" He snorted in derison and saw the steel in Shen Yuans eyes. He almost believed him to be Shen Qingqiu.

"I want to survive." He spoke his voice small, "Luo Binghe will survive it and grow stronger. He'll have a harem, and a family. But I could be torn limb from limb...I don't want to die..."

Luo binghe faltered, then sighed. He tugged Shen Yuan close and held him tucking his chin ontop of his head.

"You're not going to die." he spoke, he won't allow it.

He forgot how weak others were and what they had to do to survive. He knew how monstrous he was, he payed back kindness and cruelty ten fold.

"Come on, you want to break that OOC thing right?"

Shen Yuan nodded, leaning back his hands no longer shaking. But also unsure about the change in topic.

"You act nothing like Shen Qingqiu. I don't know how no one expelled you for possesion yet."

Shen Yuan gave a huff as Luo Binghe took him to the training ground and apparated a faceless disciple and went through the lessons he went through in the peak.

"Now, what would you do?"

When the disciples made a mistake, Shen Yuan would sigh but would then tell them what the did wrong...with a freakin smile on his face.

To anyone who didn't know Shen Qingqiu this would look cruel, but to Luo Binghe he knew everything about his Shizun. All the way down to the microexpressions tics, and movements.

"No- no, use the fan like this." Luo Binghe directed and slowly he saw Shen Yuan acting more and more like Shen Qingqiu.

Luo Binghe almost paused to see it in motion, the spark of hate igniting. He looked away. "you're getting the hang of it."

Then the spell broke as Shen Yuan beamed and fist pumped, "Yes!" He was going to get over that OOC function as quick as he could!

He then bowed to Luo Binghe who flinched unsure on why this man was bowing.

"This Master thanks Lord Luo Binghe for his guidence."

Luo Binghe was unsure on how to feel about this, secretly he loved it, his face splitting into a grin. Oh, he could make Shen Yuan do anything in this body.

Finding his thoughts running away with themselves he cleared his throat.

"This one is happy to help his Shizun."

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"...This one wonders what he did wrong...why weren't I god enough..."

Shen Yuan gazed at him, eyes almost pearing into his soul he reached out clutching Luo Binghes hand.

"Binghe. You did nothing wrong. You didn't deserve any of those punishments. Shen Qingqiu hurt you because he was a resentful man who was jelaous of a child. He hated you because he knew how strong you would become. And you grew up to be powerful in spite of a cruel man. One who tried to kill you three times doesn't deserve the time of day. You shouldn't let someone like that huant you or drag you down. You're better than him."

Luo Binghe felt something tighten in his chest, to hear the man responsible say this. He shut his eyes, he knew he could never get closure...not really but this might be the closest thing to it.

"I can't let him go."

"It's not healthy to keep trying to...meet the expectations of something who doesn't care, it's not fair on you. You don't have to forgive him. Thats not what I'm asking what he'd done was unforgivable, but you have to move on. You have a life there's no need to be held down by a ghost."

Luo Binghe turned to look at Shen Yuan and couldn't help but think, if he renounced and tried to move on. Then what about Shen Yuan?

But he noticed that as times wore on, Shen Yuans soul was getting stronger. Almost as if it was barely holding on and was now being accepted into their world. If Luo Binghe killed him he doubted the soul would've survived.

He found himself sitting near the lake with Shen Yuan doing his hair.

He was surprisignly good at it...

He felt even more envious of his younger self who had the attention of this Kind Shizun...

Luo Binghe was happy, to have this...have a Shizun who gave him kindness...but maybe this was just as cruel.

To Show what Luo Binghe should've had in comparison...

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Months passed, and Luo Binghe found himself too excited to go to sleep, he found himself enjoying his time with Shen Yuan who- in their dream world would change a few things. He acted less like Shen Qingqiu - even wore his hair style differently and Luo Binghe found himself appreciating it.

But as months turned into years he watched as his Shen Yuan grew more somber and quiet, a permanent frown on his face.

"Binghe has gotten so much stronger. I'm sure Meng mo is treating him well..." He spoke wistfully then grew quiet again.

This Luo Binghe almost wanted this Shen Yuan to meet his Master Meng Mo, meng mo was more like a father to him than Shen Qingqiu.

"Shen Yuan?" Luo Binghe asked finding his hands circled around Shen Yuans waist as he propped his chin on the others head. Shen Yuan scowled- he was short his whole life and hated when his friends or siblings did that or even propped their elbow on his head and rested it there- why? Why do that?

"hmm?"

"Whats the matter?" Shen Yuan sighed, this demon Lord dream version was so touchy feely...maybe Shen Yuan missed contact the only people who hugged him were Ning Yingying or Luo Binghe and he was- he was going to...

"I need to push Binghe into the abyss." Shen Yuan spoke, misery laced his words.

"If I don't I'll die...He can survive- he'll come back in five years but what was the point? What was the point of saving Liu Qingge just to use him as a shield being cruel to Binghe just to throw him into the abyss whats the point?" Shen Yuan looked at Binghe and looked back down.

"Should I not bother? Maybe I just not do it. I've already lived my life I've done everything I've wanted to do-"

"No-" Luo Binghe hands grasped his hips pulling him closer and moving to tuck his face into Shen Yuans neck.

"Don't- just let me think."

Shen Yuan was still staring ahead "I've been thinking on this for months- I...there's nothing I can do. I can't remove Binghe from the conference. I can't take him home either, there's nothing...unless..." Shen Yuan leaned back looking at Binghe.

"Can a human survive the abyss?" Luo Binghe frowned- why was he asking that?

"No, no human can survive the abyss, the toxic fumes alone. And lack of spirtual energy no cultivator could practice inedia and you have to move forward all the time or be eaten."

Shen Yuan nodded "But if I was with Binghe- if I went into the abyss with him-"

"No." Luo Binghe growled eyes narrowing "You will die. A much more gruesome and pointless death so theres no need to waste it by jumping into the abyss when you know he'll survive it. This one is proof that he'll come back."

Shen Yuan looked away, "I know he can come back- I know you survived it but why? Why did you have to go into the abyss!?"

Shen Yuan yelled almost looking frustrated and Luo Binghe sighed.

"Once the seal was removed this one was a danger to everyone and others, the abyss made this one into a demon lord and-" Binghe paused.

"Shen Yuan. Could you ask Luo Binghe to go into the abyss?"

"What? no- No I couldn't just ask him."

"Would it be allowed or do you have to push him?"

Sen Yuan blinked "I- I don't know."

Luo Binghe clasped his shoulders "You have to ask Luo Binghe to jump. Tell him All the masters disciples were murdered by demons and if they saw him there they will kill first and ask questions later and the whole Cang Qiong mountain will suffer by affiliating with demons." Shen Yuans eyes were wide as Binghe shook him.

"Tell him to find Xin Mo and that he can return in five years- if you make it look like you're saving him he won't take his revenge."

Shen Yuan frowned, for the first time looking at Binghe with scrutiny and suspicion.

"Are you sure this will work."

"This one promises."

Although, with the hell that is the endless abyss Binghe might question everything his Shizun taught him, it's how he came to the conclusion that his Shizun was scum and tried to kill him.

And If he touched Xin Mo it might warp and twist the memories to make itself seem more useful to Binghe.

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He knew when it happened. Qing Jing was raining.

-Binghe asks to come over.

"If I'm there, I can explain everything. I can even protect you." Shen Yuan looked up at him, still looking lost. "I can't ask you that." He spoke pushing Luo Binghe's hand away.

Luo Binghe almost lost it, but held back by asking "Why not?" He did not sound like a petulan child.

"You worked so hard for your palace, your harem. You're the emporer. You earned that. If you came to my world- Its Binghe's birthright he needs that and I doubt the two of you will share."

Lord Luo Binghe almost snarled his world was worthless- his harem used him- he could vanish and they probably didn't even notice he was gone! He was looking over his shoulder just waiting for some demon or human cultivator trying to assasinate him.

And Luo Binghe he was...tired.

He never realised that the last moment he felt true genuine love was from his own mother. And he's known nothing like it since.

A Shen Yuan- he wasn't like his wives or his subordinates and yet he radiated warmth and kindness without trying. And Luo Binghe wanted that- he would trade his entire world for that.

"I don't mind giving up my palace, my harem for you." He spoke softly his hand slipping back into Shen Yuans. He always wanted to take this man- but not in his dream no. If he could meet him face to face...

"Even giving up Xin Mo? I don't think it's a good idea to have both in the same world and Luo Binghe needs it right now."

Luo Binghe scooped Shen Yuan into his lap, there was just something about him that made Luo Binghe want to hold him.

Luo Binghe looked at the buriel mound they sat at, how Shen Yuan was staring at it- was probably still staring at it back in his world- alone.

"I survived the endless abyss without a sword. I don't need one to be in your world." It was true, Xin Mo needed him more than he needed it.

Shen Yuan laughed "You're making me feel like one of your wives." Luo Binghe tensed- did Shen Yuan really...?

"You can't flirt with other girls in my world- not Ning Yingying or the others. Thats Binghes harem."

Oh- Luo Binghe relaxed and couldn't help but smirk "But I am Binghe." The other hit him with his fan.

A year ago Luo Binghe would've snapped that fan. But from Shen Yuan, he found he didn't mind so much...

-Binghe comes to their world, Shen Yuan is shocked that he was with the OG Binghe the whole time and thought it was a dream/ How he keeps reaching for Binghe- that he woke up without him and his white lotus and the emtpyness of his bamboo manor was even worse.

Luo Binghe had no idea how broken his Shizun was. He was afraid of he was replacing the others binghe and just filling in a space. But when Shen Yuan looked at him outreached his hand and pinched himself he knew Shen Yuan wanted him here. In his bamboo house and din't think he would have it, to meet the OG Luo Binghe it was...overwhelming like meeting a celebrtiy.

Luo Binghe tempers Xin Mo, wears a mask so others don't know he's Binghe and hides his demonic energy.

He plans on staying with Shen Yuan- both preparing for the other Binghes return just in case, Shen Yuan had a plant body to escape too if it all went wrong.

Luo Binghe was led astray, there was a snake that almost attacked the hua disciple and seemed to be overaly intersted in his Shizun. In his distraction he felt a resondoing bang.

Shizun!

He moved over and saw his shizun cradled in his former versions arms.

dead.

"You...y-you-" Luo Binghe spoke enraged ripping off his mask and stalking forward.

"Do you know what you've done! You impertanent brat! Do you realise how lucky you are on having a kind Shizun and you killed him- your a murdurer."

If Shen Yuan were alive he would be naming all kettles and pots black.

The others Luo Binghe gaped eyes wide to see himself towering over him- had he finally gone mad?

Luo Binghe grabbed the front of his robes "He mourned you! He was going to jump into the Abyss for you if it would've have killed him- now he died in vain!"

Luo Binghe shook his head "I Just," He dropped his informal speak choked up on tears "I just wanted to know why- why he would throw me away."

The other growled his hands clenching "He didn't want to. He was cursed to do it- he couldn't speak of it which was why I'm here! If you weren't so impatient none of this would've happened!"

The other almost looked ready to argue, until there was a commotion, Luo Bingge scowled readjusting his mask. "Move- take him to the demon palace. We'll preserve him in the north."

"What- why?"

"We're going to bring him back."

...

This Luo Binghe was weak and pathetic. Is that what happened? His drive came from trying to please Shizun. But after that was gone- he was lost. Almost like a kid.

It was Bingge who took charge, shouting orders and practically shoving the youngest by the scruff of his neck.

He sighed He had sealed his Xin Mo, but that couldn't happen here, it was this Luo Binghe's world. It was his sword, his palace.

Bingge was fine playing second fiddle. His plans were mostly to stay with Shen Yuan and dote on him and relax in nature while this Binge worked at the palace, hah!

But now his plans had changed.

And Xin Mo wasn't mastered.

"I'm not Dual cultivating. I'll send Sha Hualing to round up criminals."

Bingge raised an eyebrow "What for?"

"For human cualdrons."

Wow, his younger self was a little dark. He glanced at Shen Yuans unmoving body and smirked. Did he know his white lotus was fully blackened? OR would Shen Yuan not see it?

It was only a short term solution. They needed to fix the body until Shen Yuan came back. He wasn't told where his mushroom body was- but Shen Yuan told him his plan. A letter will be sent to Qing Jing Peak that a Peerless Cucumber is in the Red light District.

That was so he and Binghe could meet up in the red light pavillion.

But until then...he had to watch this idiot.

And the human cualdrons weren't working as well as they should.

Well it needed to be mastered by Luo Binghe, he had done it once before. He knew since he was the same body and blood that Xin Mo wouldn't be able to tell.

As Luo Binghe held Xin Mo, grimacing in pain, Luo Bingge leaned over him his hand overlapping his on the swords hilt taking in the excess demonic energy opening his mind to the madness once again.

"You survived the endless abyss with your bare hands. You don't need this sword, the sword needs you."

He spoke to himself as he took in the anger- pain and the lust Xin Mo was overwhelming every demonic entity amalgamated in this sword and their would be the tempest.

But it seemed that Bingmei heard and felt as if the older was speaking with him.

With both sharing the burden, their energies balanced, and for once Luo Bingmei could think clearly.

He turned to see the other give him a smirk before giving him a playful shove.

--

This Luo Binghe...was not okay. He could see himself becoming more and more detatched, how he would burn himself out by purging his Shizuns meridians.

Luo Bingge scowled on the side watching, his Shen Yuan never told him he was affiliated with without a cure.

"There is a cure for without a cure." He spoke getting the others attention.

Luo Bingmei looked up shocked to see the others face "Dual cultivation with a heavenly demon should do the trick."

Bingmei scowled looking away in disgust "You're sick."

"No it's true- I'm not lying. I'm betting you're shizun probably knew as well."

The other tensed, and sensing blood in the water Luo Bingge moved closer "Hmm? What's this? what are you thinking?"

"Nothing you pervert. He just knew the thousand snow leaf lotus was useless..."

"You are clinging to a naked Shen Qingqiu and you're calling me the pervert."

[not-5-rats]

What if Sugarboo also had divorced parents so when Seth came back the two of them joked about it all the time

Seth seems like he would joke more about his Dad and the issues there than he would his Mum. Because yeah both hurt him but he finds it easier to joke abt his Dad

SB probably made a joke about their first breakfast together being similair to the times their parents were forced to be around each other (for a birthday or handover), and how living with them, at first, was like mid-divorce tenseness (everyone knew what was happening but nobody would talk abt it)

Thing is Seth starts to feel pretty fucking guilty, he knows how difficult dealing with divorce can be and now he was making somebody else remember what that was like. And yeah SB is clearly joking (...most of the time) but Seth still feels like shit, I mean he already feels guilty for all the issues he's caused the two and now he feels like he's reminding them of something that can be super traumatic for anybody! Like rubbing salt in the wound

Then to add to all of this, SB does genuinely feel pretty down about the whole thing. Being around the two (like right after Seth came back, when everything was super awkward) reminded them of their childhood, more specifically it made them think of the way them and their siblings were torn apart by it. During divorce it's not unusual for one child to lean towards one parents and other to lean towards the other and SB knows what that feels like...it feels like this. Whenever they were all together it just felt so weird, they all still cared about each other deeply but the fact that they could spend months without seeing each other made then realise that they would all go through things without their siblings being there for them. They all started spending more time with their chosen parent and they started to drift apart. Every one of them would get their own interests that the others wouldn't know about because of their time apart and being in that environment again scared SB

They didn't really talk to some of their siblings anymore because of the differences that formed during their times separated so now that they were sensing that kind of tension between Al and Seth they were scared that they would lose them too.

They joke about it not just to try and convince Al and Seth that it doesn't actually bother them...but to try and convince themself that they're not upset by it.

[ohsalome]

I'll tell you though, as an American it's really disturbing to me the amount of Americans who will say stuff that's literally just an article on Sputnik

I check there sometimes to see what the Russian propaganda is, and I mean these people are literally saying the exact talking points of a current article, but thinking it's their own idea

There's a lot of my fellow Americans, both left and right, getting a pretty twisted idea over a situation that's... that's literally just Russia decided to invade Ukraine because they wanted to and thought they'd get no resistance, and then did what the Russian military always does, start butchering and lying

My god this isn't about your deepstate conspiracy, it's about people actually suffering actual harm that can't be undone. Like it's easy to have all these opinions a whole ocean away knowing you aren't going to be shelled

I don't know... I guess I just found your blog and saw what you were saying, and felt like saying... yeah, you're not wrong about how Americans are acting

I don't think I have any useful words to offer, I'm just sorry that this is happening

Few years ago, ukrainian schools started to have classes on "informative hygiene". The amount of propaganda and disinformation kremlin spends on us is much, much bigger than in the USA, so we need to have these skills from a very young age. And also there are specialised classes for adults, media workers, etc. They teach some basic understanding of factchecking, signs of informational manipulation, and other skills of working with information online. Of course, it won't guarantee that you are going to become immune to disinformation, but at the very least you'll be more likely to realise you were played if you become a victim of propaganda. Once the war ends, you might find the expertise of our specialists can become useful for you too.

As for the problem you raised, another important aspect is the language bareer. Obviously, most americans don't speak russian, so when you come up with your own conclusion of what russians are like, you base it off your own experience with english-speaking (mostly) expats. Not only this doesn't represent the majority of russian population, in most cases these people have a common sense of keeping a public face for the western audience but being openly xenophobic and chauvinistic in the safety of russian-speaking spaces. It is quite similair to how abusers would act decently in public, bbeat up their family when noone is seeing.

Which is why it is so important for westerners to finally realise that russians are chronical liers, stop listening to them and start listening to people who have historical experience of dealing with them (meaning Eastern Europeans, Baltics, etc). Like I said before, you don't need to do it for us, you need to do it for yourselves. This war is a wake up call for the whole world. If you don't throw off the shackles of illusion about russians being honest players, you are doomed to lose your own country's interests. Whether or not you'll be able to adapt to the reality will decide your future.

Also, make your representatives send us weapons.

[wilcze-kudly]

Yes, I loved it a lot because it felt like she was slowly realising the cycle of trauma in her family. But it is interesting that Kuvira and Baatar Jr weren't given similair leniency when they left. The family views them as traitors, even before they did anything undue to the family. And from how Opal and Suyin speak, the hurt there is personal. It's obvious the friction there isn't purely motivated ny difference in political opinions. Suyin and the Beifongs see Kuvura and Baatar leaving as a form of betrayal/abandonment. But Opal was able to "find a loophole" and get out on lighter terms due to her airbending and therefore losing a certain part of her identity that would connect her so strongly to her family.

You ever think about Opal having been the only Beifong to be able to seperate from her family on relatively peaceful terms and it required her to change the part of her identity that ties her closest to the rest of the Beifongs.

Like the Beifong family is Earth Kingdom nobility, Toph is a famed Earthbender, Lin is a metalbender cop, Suyin and the rest of the Beifongs are literally members of the metal clan. And the only way someone wasn't branded some manner of traitor was by losing that part of herself and swapping this legacy for another.

This new "path" in life she's taken, probably the only alternative to being confined in Zaofu forever she saw, requires her to let go of her attachments to her family. She's pressured to be neutral and to "uphold the oath of pacifism" while those she loves are being outwardly threatened. Because technically, she's not part of the group that's being threatened. She's meant to be an Air Nomad before she is a Beifong.

All this just because fate or something else beyond human comprehension gave her airbending and because she didn't want to be stuck in her mom's weird lil culty city.

The only option of freedom for her requires cutting ties. There are always strings attached.

I can't help but think of Toph's arc as well. She didn't care that much for the fight against the Firelord. No, she just wanted freedom. And she took the chance she had.

It's honestly interesting. The price these characters had to pay for their freedom. And the relationship the Beifongs have to freedom in general.

[kaimactrash]

This started out as part of the costume thing but tbh I went rogue and decided to change up a few little bits after I realised in the middle of the night, that I already know and love a two piece style bunny suit...when it's on my ultimate wife Peridot of PuchiKarat, who I've drawn a handful of times. So since moira couldn't wear a typical bunny suit, I chose to theme her two piece look around Peridots look, white fur with dark tips, pink suit and shoes. also hid a tiny bunny styled after peridots fur colours, as the hair piece securing Moiras long hair into the bun. She can boast an impressive 0 inch waist...only because the top half of her body is only really held together by her belly mouth, she can actually seperate but that offers almost no benefit to her cuz shes essentially disabled and vurnerable to the extreme, so she avoids it when not absolutely nessasary...though the mouth sometimes decideds what to do on it's own. Her neck mouth works similairly but is much much less active than the belly mouth!I meantioned a bit before on tumblr, but moiras species grow these mouths as a result of injury, usually the kind that would be terminal for mortals, the mouths clasp the two body parts together by locking together, it's common for her spieces to become injured and so it became a focus to find ways to repair them after such events. Who was focusing on this? Hmm..... Another story for another time! I really like how this one looks! It's kinda funny, I ended up doing a similair face to my most recent kitty pic, especially the mouth, but i think if you see this and don't realise I like sharp teeth, you now know! I love characters flashing their pearly fangs.Remember folks, brush, floss, and rinse, tooth health is essential for your whole bodies health!   :P

[consistency-whatisthat]

when i was a kid i never knew how to explain that, no mom, i don't want to watch the educational cartoon, because talk about climate change gives me a feeling of dread and fear/accpetance that humans will ruin planet earth, shows about the human body make me realise im just a sack of cells with a consciousness (and isn't that just similair to other animals) and shows about space got me thinking too much about the insignificance of my life

im pretty sure my seven year old mind wasn't prepared to deal with existentialism and now im a teen that sometimes goes on autopilot, copes with shitty memes, the closest i ever get to crying is abt schoolwork and i just want a definable identity

(i realise i could have totally made this a very depressing, sad and serious post but,,, aha ha finger guns)