#xilang

[pippuns]

bro... bro are we holding hands? bro stop you're making me blush

[zebratimw]

"All those empty rooms

We could have been anywhere, anywhere else

Instead, I made a bed with apathy

My heart knew the weight

Ten years worth of dust and neglect

We made our peace with weariness and let it be..."

(Song: The Moon will Sing by the Crane Wives)

[travalerray]

deeply fascinated by the concept of Lan Xichen x Tianlang-jun. I mean like. Let Zewu-jun have a demon boyfriend who will recite poetry with him and introduce him to insane ships, yk? Enrichment in the enclosure and what not.

[unforth]

SVSSS is my favorite danmei for multishipping so I got to thinking and got curious...

(If I have to pick one, mine is Bingliushen.)

[artzyxartzz]

Ahhh! This is my Favorite Drawing Ever! Btw i made this months ago lol, been a while since i drew it.

The Oc is Xilang as a Jester/clown, with a TV head lol.

My bootiful✨💅

[lonelycloudscholar]

If you are not worthy of your place, you will have more than a house of good, and you will have more to celebrate.

The saying goes: If you don't deserve a place, you will have a lot of things.

One must have noble character to afford money, power, and reputation for these newspapers. Otherwise, they will surely be subjected to disaster.

[Zhou Yi] There is a cloud: ′′ Deity is thin, wisdom is small and big, strength is small and heavy, little is less than a thread."

In ′′ Chogen's ′′ it also says: ′′ The rich and reputation, from moral, such as the flowers in the mountains, is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one , like a bottle of flower, its root is not planted, it can stand and wait."

If morality is not worthy, it is difficult to be rich and rich for long, after all, man's virtue determines the fate of man.

To enjoy the newspaper, you must first fix your own morality. Xuude is the best way to change his life.

zhǎng jiǔ zhǎng jiǔ zhǎng jiǔ zhǎng jiǔ zhǎng jiǔ zhǎng jiǔ zhǎng jiǔ zhǎng jiǔ zhǎng jiǔ zhǎng jiǔ

Fan Zhong-yang once said: The congenital worry and worry, the day after tomorrow will be happy!

The supreme realm of morality is to restore the body, the family, rule the country, and benefit the world. Only those who are mindful of the world will have a rich and honorable lasting.

Fan Zhong-yan during the Northern Dynasty period, was a famous literary, but he spent his whole life walking for the people

When he was an official in Taizhou, he saw the local sea turtles in disparage for years, often the sea water inversion accidents occurred, leaving the people displaced and

Fan Zhong-yan Xinsheng was intolerant, so the emperor built a wing to protect the people's peace. After playing, Fan Zhong-dang himself took the battle, leading the local people, and repaired the whale day and night.

However, halfway through the construction, the tsunami was encountered, and hundreds of people were killed and injured. Then, let the Imperial Court opponents, seized the handle, and one after another said that this was a warning from the sea gods, that they could no longer repair the moss.

Regarding the issue of ′′ fixing and not repairing there is a heated discussion within the Imperial Court, but the common people can't afford to wait. Fan Zhong-Yan, who is anxious, stood on the work site and waited, watching the sea water slowly fails to A slight step back.

In order to give back to the people a peaceful home, he insisted on forgetting his life and finally waited for the decision to fix it. After the tsunami was completed, there was no flooding again. Later, the local people were grateful for Fan Zhong-yan, and even more, they named the sea turtle ′′ Fan Gong-y

For this reason, Fan Zhong-Zhong-Fan received a gift, and bought a house in Suzhou, and asked Mr. Feng Shui to take a look at it. It turned out to be a feng shui treasure land. Fan Zhong-Zhong listened to it, and didn't Good luck to the people of the Lebanese people.

This moment, Fan Zhong-shuan, who was the heart of the people, was the family of the family, and was the official's bureau, all donated to the Fan family. When he died, he did not even have a decent coffin.

Since then, it has left the style of ′′ faithfulness to the world ′′ and became the Fan family training, so that the children and grandchildren, Sun Jianji, and the family can carry the year of the year!

It was Fan Zhong-yang who was in the world's spirit, passed on to the world, and let me wait for the future generations to study, work, and be human.

In ′′ Zhou Yi :"it says, ′′ The house of the good will have more celebration".

Those who upgrade their own morals, will receive the honor and wealth of riches, like wild flowers in the mountains, and the mountains are flourishing and flourishing. Not only do they have their own newspapers, they will also have descendants and descendants of Yu Qing

shī qù shī qù shī qù shī qù shī qù shī qù shī qù shī qù shī qù shī qù

The idiom, ′′ Cheng-Ya, what can we lose is a good interpretation of Han Xin's life.

As we all know, Han Xin, is a famous founding meritor in the West Han, with unique leadership skills, never defeated in his life. It can be said that without Han Xin, there would be no Dahan Dynasty.

He was originally a man under Xiang Yu, and spent two years around Xiang Yu, and was only a guard. Because he could not be used again, he turned to Liu Bang. He was seen by the people who were looking at him and highly recommended to Liu Bang, and since then he was in war. The sandfield, by the good of the king, ascends to heaven.

Even Liu Bang sighs, ′′ Even a million army will win, and the attack will be taken, and it is not as good as Han Xin!"

After Han Xin assumed the office of the great general, the first gun was ′′ Ming Xiu's martial path, the darkest of the way ". Han Xin, who won the win. After that, it was even more unpackable. Within a few short years, Liu Bang took down half a mountain.

Everything came too smoothly, Han Xin became the capable general of Liu Bang's men, no one disobedient, he began to be proud and self-righteous.

Just when the Qi country was destroyed, Han Xin was greedy for merit, and he still took over the Qi Guo, which had already fallen, by surprise, to coerce Liu Bang and seal himself as king Qi. There was no way Liu Bang could only do the same.

At this time, Han Xin is like the sky. Even more, while Liu Bang and Xiang Yu were in the middle of the war, when he needed the support of Han Xin, he only kept his mouth up, and clearly asked Liu Bang for a seal.

Han Xin, who looks like the future, has done such injustice, again and again, and again, and again, challenge authority. Liu Bang has already hated him in his heart, but he also taboos his ability, and finally, he still doesn't know what to do. Kill Han Xin.

The Han Xin of the Lord of Gao-Zheng, can be said to have all the wealth of reputation status. But as a subject, they do not know how to converge themselves, avoid interests, and eventually fall into a different and three communities.

[Left Chuan] There is a saying, ′′ Many injustice will be taken from themselves, and a child will be treated ".

No matter how big you are, if you don't have a fear of morality, you will eventually go to destruction, it is only a matter of time.

In ancient times, no one wants to take a good reputation, build a business, and enjoy a wealthy reputation, but this kind of reputation is not unchanged and never broken in those who have no virtue.

Those who have been killed by a few, or those who are trying to find a position of power, will eventually become nothing.

And those who are truly virtuous do not care about their personal success or failure, honor and disgrace, but are in a hurry for the people to think about what the people think and do the truth for the people, and in the end they will gain a rich reputation.

miè wáng miè wáng miè wáng miè wáng miè wáng miè wáng miè wáng miè wáng miè wáng miè wáng

Mencius :"Dodosuke, help".

If you don't get the support of the people, even if you stand tall and have more, you will eventually lose it.

In the end of the East Han year, Minister Dong Zhuo, Kwon-yan, held the power of the world, it can be said that the scenery was infinite, and he was eventually killed

He had no ancestors to protect, noble people to help each other. He was completely dependent on his personal efforts, and he was decisive and decisive all the way, and he established the Xilang army and became

However, at that time, the Imperial Court, the Horse Palace, the foreign relatives, the dictatorship, and the party of the palace, led the military to Beijing in order to save the Holy Driving, and after resolving the rebel party, Dong Zhuo became a vassal of power under one person and above

Once man has supreme power, he no longer wants to be subjected to man.

Therefore, Dong Zhuo forced the little Emperor Liu to argue the lower position, re-enacted Liu Association to offer emperor to Han, and truly implemented the heavens to make the priests, plus the army in his hands, and Dong Zhuo was even more fearless and did whatever he wanted, and he was willing to kill indiscriminately. Hands to cover the heavens.

Dong Zhuo, who is unshakable, not only does he allow his own men to rob people and women, but if any opponents appear, they are all considered to be disorganized and tortured, causing the people to complain and be hard to say.

In the end, the people were forced to endure it, and the-way priests fought against Dong Zhuo, and died at the hands of his son, Pub. When the news of Dong Zhuo's death came out, the people of the whole country celebrated with joy, it was seen that the people were just angry with Dong Zhuo.

It's just called, ′′ The people who get the heart of the world."

Dong Zhuo, who has lost the heart of the people, was pointed out by Wanfu His life was an infinite scenery, but this kind of reputation, which was derived from violence, was always a deed of morality.

Many times, how far a man can go is not in how much he has achieved, nor in how strong his ability is, but in how thick he is.

In life, your virtue, also determines your destiny, you can be without talent, but not deed. No man will seek disaster, and what you gain by power will be lost in the end by virtue.

To be born, to be expensive is to have virtue, only to be upright and good to people, can do virtue in the world.

Write at the end

It is said in the Book of Grain: ′′ The shallow waters do not swim, the great fish do not swim, and the shallow of the trees do not flash, and the thin of the earth does not produce great

Meaning, if the water is not deep, how can it attract big fish? If the trees are not lush, how can there be great darts to inhabit here? If our earth is not rich, how can there be great yields?

On the contrary, how can we carry things if our moral deeds are not heavy? You must know that giving will be rewarded, contentment will be happy, understanding gratitude life will become more and more smooth.

On the contrary, if virtue is not worthy, for what others have, we often go to envy, to compare, to discuss, to evaluate, and there will be disaster.

Remember, man is doing, heaven is watching, and no one can escape. For whatever cause you sow, you will get fruit, and the house of good will have more to celebrate, and the house of bad will have more.

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[m00nagegaydream]

i have to say, i hate dumbledore, but warner bros really be queerbaiting me with some grindeldore content. I'm so excited for fantastic beasts 3, ahhhhhh!!!! and i watched shang0chi last weekend and it was really good (i love katie and xilang and wenwu is really hot lol) and i plan on watching venom this weekend. ten days til christmas. happy holidays to all! -liz

Happy Holidays to you too! I watched single all the way and it was so awesome!! Thanks for the recommendation!! And I think I'm gonna watch nwh soon!!! I'm so excited

[gloriachaoauthor]

AMERICAN PANDA has been out for 6 months!! 😱 Here's a photo of MIT's whispering gallery parabolic benches mentioned on p.40! It's the setting for 1 of my favorite scenes! 📚 AMERICAN PANDA excerpt: [My mother's] words, traveling as sound waves, hit the bench, concentrated, and shot back to us, amplified. Her jaw dropped as her hand flew up to cover her open mouth. - "Gia xilang," she whispered in amazement, so softly I wouldn't have been able to discern her words had we not been in the whispering gallery. She didn't speak Taiwanese often--only to my father when they wanted to talk about Xing and me without our knowing what they were saying--and it caught me off guard. - Suddenly I was happy and sad at the same time, like oil and water in my brain. Where had this side of my mother been my whole life? Had she appeared now because I was in college? Or had she been there all along, but I had been too busy or selfish to spend time with her? - She turned to me so our conversation wouldn’t be amplified. “How does this work?” - “Sound is a wave, an invisible vibration that travels through a medium such as air, and because of the shape of the benches, the sound waves are concentrated and reflected.” I tried to use the simplest words I could, but they clearly went over her head. I switched to Mandarin, but it wasn’t just a language problem. - Even though she didn’t understand, she nodded at me, one sharp movement. “I’m so glad you’re here. You fit. You’ll do well. I know you’ll get into the best medical school and become the best doctor.” - They were simultaneously the best and worst words. I tried to focus on the pride in her voice and eyes, but instead, my stomach shot into my intestines. 📚 🐼                                                                                                                 . . . #authorsofinstagram #authorlife #igwriters #igauthors #writerslife #amwriting #amrevising #amediting #writersofinstagram #writerscommunity  #writerlife #wordcount #writetip #youngadultbooks #yalover #yalit #ireadya #yalovin #yabooks#yacontemporary #yalitchat #americanpanda #ownvoices #wndb #weneeddiversebooks #youngadultbooks #yalo (at Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT))

[manhwakool]

The Making of a Princess

Summary: Sophia, the haughty Princess of the Kingdom of Xilang, was reduced to a lowly maid! Trampled on and humiliated, the reality she’s faced with is a harsh and cruel one. However, relying on nothing but her wits, she rises up against the odds. Will she be able to take back everything that once was hers… and more?

https://manhwakool.com/manga/the-making-of-a-princess/

[almerrshd]

Xilang Bvdaya – 2020

[zebratimw]

people who write essays or are having a meltdown in reaction to my art, I hope you know you are living so rent free in my brain

[mintaka14]

Rising Winds

 Come stand a little bit closer

Breathe in and get a bit higher

You'll never know what hit you

When I get to you

[I Want You: Savage Garden]

 When the air moved again and the ship shifted under him, Zifeng let out a sigh, feeling as if he’d been holding it in for far too long. Marin left Daisuke to come and stand beside him, leaning over the rail with her face turned into the eddying breeze.

“It tastes like sand,” she murmured, pulling a face. She glanced up at him with a measuring look of concern, and he gave her a serene smile that hid his uncertainty.

“It was very generous of you to give those daggers to Daisuke,” she said. “I know what they mean to your family.”

Zifeng turned his gaze to the horizon.

“It was penance for my own misjudgement,” he confessed, and Marin’s brow creased. “I should not have allowed myself to be goaded into a challenge that was both unsporting and ignoble.” Although there had been a moment or two there when Zifeng was somewhat less certain of the outcome than he showed.

The breeze picked up, and Zifeng turned to the prow as the welcome sound of the drums and the gong rang out to set the sails and raise the anchor.

In a disturbingly short time, though, a hot desert wind swept from the coastline of Xilang out over the water. Shadows began to race across the sky, whipping the waves into a white froth and hitting them with a driving force as the ship lurched. Marin staggered, and Zifeng’s hands closed tightly on her arms, holding her upright.

The captain’s bellowed oaths from the deck overhead cut across the muted snap of the sails and the shouts of the crew.

“Secure yourself in the stateroom,” Zifeng ordered Marin, and he swept up the wooden steps to the captain’s deck.

Up above, the captain was barking orders and the helmsman and twenty-five sailors wrestled the huge rudder to bring the ship back. Crew were struggling to angle the sails, but the wind was fighting them every step of the way, shifting in every direction, and Zifeng had to peel hair out of his mouth as the stray strands lashed around him. There was a taste of grit and sand in the air.

The ship was veering far enough and fast enough, in spite of their efforts, that he could see the billows of sand rippling over the top of the cliffs on the approaching island as the wind shoved them away from Xilang’s mainland. Storm clouds blackened the sky, split by vivid lightning as the sound of thunder rolled closer with every passing second.

“That wind’s not natural!” the captain was shouting. “We have to drop anchor before it forces us onto a reef!”

“We keep going!” Zifeng snarled back. The ship bucked under their feet. “We have to outrun it.”

“Are you insane?!” The captain loomed over him, his face thunderous, but Zifeng seemed unmoved. “Do you have any idea what you’re asking?”

“This is the first breath of wind we have had in eight days! If we don’t take this chance, who knows how long we could be pinned here?”

“We need to find harbour,” the captain growled into the sudden lull. “This wind isn’t right, and I want to make sure of what we’re sailing into before we run into trouble.”

“Do you truly think that whatever is sending this storm against us will allow us to port on Xilang’s shores? Or that we would find water or food in Xilang’s deserts?” Zifeng countermanded flatly. “We cannot delay. Our quest is vital.”

“I don’t care about your pox ridden quest, I’m not going to risk running my ship aground,” the captain growled.

“My family’s ship,” Zifeng reminded him sharply.

“And I am captain!”

“For now,” Zifeng said ominously, and the man’s weathered face darkened. The captain opened his mouth to speak, and Zifeng flung up a hand. “Enough. Return the ship to course and continue on to Beijia.”

For a moment it looked as though the captain was going to argue further, his face furious, but Zifeng spun on his heel and came face to face with his Priestess.

“Zifeng, was that wise?” she asked softly, and he felt himself stiffen at the gentle criticism. The ship rolled again, and they both staggered. He swept the deck with a look.

“Zhu Yi,” he snapped at the closest Seishi he could see still on deck, and the archer hurried over, fighting the force of the wind that scoured the ship. “Escort the Priestess back to the stateroom.”

“Zifeng!” she protested, but he ignored her.

“It is unsafe out here.”

Marin didn’t resist the pressure of Zhu Yi’s hand on her arm, but the look she turned on Zifeng was outraged. He watched until he was certain that she was safely closed away in the cabin. And turned to meet the otherworlder’s sardonic look as Daisuke leaned back against one of the tiny sampan boats lashed to the bulwark as casually as if he was standing on dry land while the ship rolled under them.

“You’re going to pay for that one,” the irritating otherworlder said over the crash of the waves.

“What right have you to object to the manner in which I keep my Priestess safe?” Zifeng bit back, and Daisuke’s mouth curled upwards.

“Not me.” He nodded at the closed cabin door. “Her. And she has a weapon now. I’m glad I’m not you right now.”

“You would not do the same to protect the one you love?” Zifeng challenged, but the otherworlder seemed more amused than angered by the contempt in his tone.

“Marin’s a big girl. I think she gets to decide if she’d rather be safe or not.”

Daisuke seemed to consider the conversation over, and he leaned precariously out over the side of the ship, his face turned into the wind as the ship bucked and heaved and the red sails snapped above them in the rising wind. Zifeng stepped back and left the reckless otherworlder to fall over the side of the ship, if that was what he chose. He drew a sharp breath and climbed to the captain’s deck as all hands fought sail and tiller against the malice of the air.

As the ship skimmed dangerously past the threatening island and the dunes of Xilang grew faint in the distance, the fierce storm winds dropped as suddenly as they had begun.

~~~~~

Daisuke heard sound of the gong shiver as the squall dropped sharply. He leaned out over the ship’s side, trying to catch the breeze as he hung onto the ropes, but the wild, exhilarating fierceness was gone now.

The hot, unnatural wind still panted at their backs, pushing them on, but the air around them was growing rapidly cooler, and the ship moved steadily and with a boring sedateness under his feet as the furious waves died down. In the far distance he could see two rocky pinnacles rising out of the sea from spits of land, and the ship seemed to be heading between them.

“What’s that?” he asked, pointing to the pinnacles that loomed over the strait, and behind him the ship’s navigator looked up from his compass and charts.

“That’s the gateway to Beijia, the Beimen,” the navigator told him curtly. “We’re coming into the black water that guards the gates. The gods willing, we’ll reach Teniaolan in three days if the black water doesn’t drag us off course and if the wind holds true.”

Looking down, Daisuke could see that the water below the ship had turned as black as ink, swirling in cloudy patterns that kept shifting, and sea snakes writhed in the water in a tangle of red and black. The helmsman cast paper ingot offerings into the waves with an anxious eye on the direction of ship as the unpredictable currents tugged at it. Daisuke covered his nose with his sleeve as a foul smell rose from the water below, and he retreated to the stateroom.

At the sound of the door opening, Xuelian looked up from her medicine chest. The doctor was repacking the cloth that held her jars in place and kept them from rattling and breaking, and Meixing was wandering around, righting things that had fallen in the rough tossing, and returning silk cushions to the bed platforms and couches. The princess gave him a smile.

Marin, however, didn’t look as though she had moved in some time from the tiny desk and stool where she was bent over a handful of papers and an open book. The set of her mouth was tight.

“Are you a virgin?” she asked him without looking up, and Daisuke froze. The door swung shut behind him, cutting off escape.

“What?”

“Are you a virgin?” she repeated. Daisuke couldn’t help but glance at the other side of the cabin where Xuelian was pretending to not listen and Meixing was watching with a bright-eyed interest.

“Not for some time now,” he said cautiously. Marin crossed something off the page in front of her. “Why this interest in my sex life?”

“I’m just trying to eliminate some improbable theories,” she said absently. “I think that means we can rule out the possibility that you’re a priestess of one of the gods. Priest. What about strange dreams, or odd birthmarks?”

Daisuke noticed that Marin’s fingers absently brushed her forehead.

“You mean like Tamahome’s mark?”

She looked up. “Like that, yes. But it might be anywhere on you. Or a different colour. I can’t rule out that you might be here for one of the other gods.”

“Then why would I have heard you and not someone else? And if the gods are all colour-coded, wouldn’t I have seen a different colour light when I came here?”

The door opened again behind Daisuke, and Zhu Yi leaned around the edge.

“Zifeng is asking for you,” he told Marin, and the Priestess cut him off with a sharp gesture, her attention still on the books in front of her.

“Not now,” she said. “Zifeng wanted me safely tucked away in the cabin, so here I am. And I have work to do.”

“Besides, it smells out there,” Daisuke added. He saw Xuelian catch Zhu Yi’s eye. She gave him a tiny head gesture, and the archer backed out of the cabin. Xuelian got to her feet, brushing herself down.

“Smell or not, it must be time for the evening meal,” she said too casually. “Perhaps we should go and join the others.”

“I haven’t heard the meal gong ring yet,” Marin said to her books, and made another note. “You go ahead.”

Daisuke saw the mistrustful look Xuelian gave him, and Marin must have caught it too, because she said, “Oh, for heaven’s sake, you don’t need to hover over me, Xuelian. I’m not going to do something stupid with Daisuke and doom the whole world just because I’m a little… annoyed with Zifeng right now.”

“I don’t know,” Daisuke said cheerfully. “I’m in favour of it.”

“Why are you upset with Zifeng?” Meixing asked, but Marin didn’t answer her.

“Go on. I’ll come join you later,” she told Xuelian.

Xuelian sighed and drew Meixing out of the stateroom with her. In the doorway Xuelian paused, her glance falling on Daisuke again where he had settled in, and she turned back.

“Zifeng is only trying to keep you safe,” she said with a faint note of reproof in her tone. Daisuke watched the Priestess pretend to focus on her work until the door shut behind them.

“Alone at last,” Daisuke sighed melodramatically. “Now, what were you saying about doing something stupid?”

She fixed him with a level look. “That it was never going to happen.”

“You’ve never been even tempted to do something stupid?” he asked curiously. “Because I’m pretty sure there must be guys lining up all over Tokyo trying to get you to look up from your books. Or girls, for that matter,” he added. “I’m guessing there are at least a few at Midorikawa with raging crushes on the school captain. Unless you’re just not interested in sex.”

“There’s not a lot of time left for dating if I’m going to get into Todai next year. And I never met anyone who made me want to change my mind.”

“So you were waiting for the perfect man to sweep you off your feet. Glad to see that worked out for you,” Daisuke said a little sourly with a glance in the direction of the ship deck where Zifeng would probably even now be silhouetted heroically against the skyline. “What’s with the whole virgin priestess thing anyway? What difference does it make whether you’ve ever had sex or not?”

“It’s something to do with pathways of energy being unimpeded,” she said dismissively, and Daisuke snorted.

“What a load of bullshit.”

“Right now, it doesn’t matter if it is or not. That’s just the way it works in this universe. I stayed away from dating back in our world because I had exams to study for. I stay pure here –“ Was that a hint of venom in her voice? “- or the world ends.”

“There’s a lot of world-ending in your scenarios,” Daisuke pointed out.

“And you wonder why I get so stressed when things go wrong.”

“I could help you with that,” Daisuke suggested with a raised eyebrow and a grin. “How pure does your god expect you to be, or is there a bit of wiggle room?”

“You can’t even go five minutes, can you?” Marin sighed, but she was trying to hide the hint of a smile.

“What is the godly definition of purity, anyway?” Daisuke asked. “Clearly a kiss or two doesn’t count, unless His Lordship hasn’t stepped up there.” He tilted a mocking look at her. “Is he a good kisser?”

She didn’t dignify that with a response, keeping her attention on the book.

“What about hands under the shirt? Are the gods okay with that?”

He could see her bite her lip on a response.

“Or hands between your –“

Marin’s storm-dark eyes came up to meet his in an unexpected, amused challenge, even as she blushed like fire.

“What would you do if I took you up on that?” she asked, and he had the sudden, jarring feeling of putting his foot on a step that wasn’t there. Those eyes, watching him with a hint of mischief. And now the thought was in his head, what that mouth of hers might taste like if he just … It had been a stupid idea to tease Marin like that.

“That’s not really what you want, is it?” he said reluctantly.

“We’d all be in trouble if I said yes,” she said coolly, and went back to her books. Daisuke was left staring at the wayward fall of her dark hair over her shoulder, and the smudge of charcoal on her fingers as she made another meticulous note on the page beside her.

His attention was caught by a loose sheet that Marin was skimming past, a portrait sketch that had been stuck in between the pages, and Daisuke had his second jolt in as many minutes.

“Wait, go back.”

Marin shot him a curious look, but turned back. The sketch was the finely drawn face of a girl maybe a bit younger than Marin, and there was a vivid liveliness about her. Her eyes looked as though she was laughing at the artist.

“What’s that doing there?” Daisuke asked, and his voice sounded strained in his own ears.

“Hmm? That’s a portrait of the previous priestess of Suzaku,” Marin told him with a distracted glance. Then her gaze sharpened. “Why do you ask?”

“That’s my mother,” he said in a strangled voice.

“What?”

“That is a drawing of my mother.”

“What? No, it can’t be,” Marin dismissed the idea.

“I know my own mother!”

He snatched at a blank sheet and grabbed a stick of charcoal. With a few deft strokes, Daisuke sketched a face more familiar to him than his own. It was older, with laugh-lines etched around her bright eyes and a hint of wisdom that the younger girl hadn’t earned yet, but when he held it out to Marin it was clearly the same person.

“My mother was the Priestess of Suzaku,” he tried, and the words tasted odd in his mouth.

“So…” Marin said slowly. “What does this mean?”

“On the up side, we know that the former priestess got back home again and wasn’t eaten by any gods, so there’s that,” Daisuke said, still feeling stunned. His eyes gravitated back to the two portraits. “My mother was the Priestess of Suzaku,” he repeated, and it didn’t get any less strange.

“Which would explain why you,” Marin said thoughtfully. “You do have a link to this world after all.”

He looked up to find her frowning at him. It felt like she was mapping his features, then she dropped her gaze back to the book in front of her and turned a few pages. Carefully, she slid the open book across the table to him.

“Do you recognise anyone else here?”

He found himself looking at an old polaroid photo that definitely didn’t belong in this fantasy world. In the middle of the group of young men in the photo was very clearly a younger version of his father. A numb haze flooded his mind, but Daisuke latched onto one very important detail. His eyes narrowed and he gave a faint squawk of outrage.

“His hair!”

“What?”

“Look at his hair!” Daisuke pointed at the long tail draped over his father’s shoulder. “This is the guy who lectures me because my hair’s too scruffy and I want to get a tattoo!”

“Is that really what we should be focused on right now?” Marin asked caustically. “You’re not taking this very seriously.”

He didn’t need to ask who his father had been. If his mother had been the priestess of Suzaku, then it was obvious what role his father had played. The devoted protector.

“Fuck.”

“Daisuke.” Marin levelled a look at him.

“What, you’ve never sworn before, Priestess?”

“It’s crass and unnecessary.”

“My father was bloody Tamahome! If ever there was a time for swearing, it’s now. How would you be feeling if you found out that your parents had met inside a book, and were on first name basis with gods?”

The sudden, inelegant snort that Marin gave startled Daisuke out of his stunned state. He stared at her while she collapsed into hysterical giggles.

“I’m sorry,” she gasped eventually. “I just had a vision of my mother as a priestess. Although Suzaku would have turned up for her. He’d be too terrified not to.” The giggles were starting to sound slightly overwrought, and Daisuke knew how she felt.

“Daisuke, what are we doing here? I’m supposed to be studying for my entrance exams, not summoning gods and saving a world.”

Daisuke dropped his face into his hands, shoving his fingers through his hair. “Priestess, I have no idea. I just want to go home again.”

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The Making of a Princess

Sophia, the haughty Princess of the Kingdom of Xilang, was reduced to a lowly maid! Trampled on and humiliated, the reality she’s faced with is a harsh and cruel one. However, relying on nothing but her wits, she rises up against the odds. Will she be able to take back everything that once was hers… and more?

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the scorpion inside you

Cross opened the box and extracted the thing that killed my father.

It was there, and it wasn’t. With one eye I could clearly see Cross pinching empty air, as if miming the extraction of a dead fly or spider. With the other I could see, just as clearly, the thing he was holding. It looked like a cross between a centipede and a scorpion, about a foot long, with a dozen horrible little claw-legs along an articulated body with a chitinous black exoskeleton. One end bore a wicked-looking stinger as long as my index finger, and the other was marked by two pincers and an insectoid eye. There was no eyelid, but I knew that the eye was closed; or at least, that it saw nothing. I closed my eyes, but I could see it still. I opened them again, and practiced crossing and uncrossing my eyes: there, and not there. There, and not there. Just a trick of the light. Nothing to worry about.

Cross said, “This is going to hurt.”

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CLASSIFIED WHITE DELTA

GEM CASE NUMBER 444615 REF EMPTY HEART

EMPTY HEART is a spirit, approximately named “Ixoche”, appearing as an arthropod XX cm long and XX cm in diameter. Current status is “on loan” from the 23rd Ministry, which has jurisdiction over its geographical origin. Records indicate abilities including the sorcerous, necromantic and psychological.

EMPTY HEART is currently bound to Andrew Jing age XX bound to Gu Xilang age XX unbound and dormant beneath a class II binding. It is always bound by a living host, designated EMPTY HEART 1. EMPTY HEART 1 is always a blood relative of the previous EMPTY HEART 1, usually a direct descendant. EMPTY HEART entered GEM jurisdiction on XX/XX/XXXX, when Andrew Jing immigrated to the United States and took up residence in XX XXXXX. It returned to the 23rd Ministry on XX/XX/XXXX, upon Andrew Jing’s death, and returned to the GEM on XX/XX/XXXX, upon Gu Xilang’s death, due to the next EMPTY HEART 1 residing in the United States.

EMPTY HEART is classified threat level minimal. EMPTY HEART 1 gains the powers of EMPTY HEART, but possession is detrimental and inevitably fatal to EMPTY HEART 1. Records indicate the longest possession to be approx. 40yrs, during which the relevant EMPTY HEART 1 sequestered herself atop a mountain and consumed only dew. The tradition of EMPTY HEART 1 successors emphasizes caution in working with EMPTY HEART, resulting in minimal incidents. Currently no neutralization procedure exists, as EMPTY HEART is sorcerously bound to a future state and cannot be destroyed. Official GEM policy is to cooperate with EMPTY HEART 1, who is almost always a magician and therefore under GOLDEN SCROLL if they are an American citizen.

Currently EMPTY HEART is in transition to the next EMPTY HEART 1, Iris Jing age XX. Iris Jing’s term is classified threat level minor due to her inexperience, but communications received before Andrew Jing’s death indicate the presence of a guide XXXXX (cf CLAY RIVER). This reduces Iris Jing to threat level minimal. WHITE DELTA is extended to EMPTY HEART 1 for the next five years, to be reviewed upon the end of that term.

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I woke up and thought, god i want to die

Wait. No, I didn’t.

The words entered my head, and I heard it in my voice, but I had not formed the thought. It was as if I’d forgotten the thoughts leading up to it, and remembered only the idea itself.

god i wish i was dead

A chill ran down my spine, more literally than usual. Cross was looking at me with concern. “You hear it,” he said.

There was a sensation of….coiling? At the back of my mind. Something dusty and scratchy said, all hail the new boss same as the old boss

“Holy fuck,” I said.

Cross sent me upstairs to go look in the mirror. I twisted around so I could see my back, and it was the same: there, and not there. I could see perfectly well my own skin, ribs and vertebrae nudging the surface. But there was also a demon on my back. Its legs dug into my spine, each pair piercing a different vertebra. The stinger at its end was dug deep into my flesh, though there was no wound. Likewise, the piercers at the top sank into the nape of my neck. It was utterly bizarre to see, especially given that my bra strap passed right through its middle. I waved a hand through it; there, and not there. I could unsnap my bra easily, but if I closed my eyes and put my hand where I knew it was, I could feel its cold chitin.

Worst of all was that eye. It swiveled around to face me in the mirror. Hello, I thought experimentally. The gleam of its gaze sharpened and I heard it say in my own voice, pleasure to make your acquaintance. It sounded like something that was not rotting, because everything that could decompose had already done so. Like if bones and darkness and silence could use my voice. Like if nothing could talk.

I went back downstairs. “Holy fuck,” I said.

Cross nodded sympathetically. “Take your time,” he said. “I’ve written some exercises you can do to fortify your mind, to separate your thoughts from its whispers. Your mom is calling you out sick for a few days, too. I’ll be back on Friday, and we can start then.”

“Wait,” I said. “Start?”

Cross looked at me indecipherably. “The magic,” he said. “This is just the sacrifice. Now you get the magic.”