#xl is correct always

[yumaisbored]

when it comes to supporting Xie Lian’s actions, i literally don’t care. he’s right, and he should do whatever he wants.

[aliamor]

THE SPIDERMAN PJ THING REMINDED ME OF AN IDEA I HAD!!!! so basically, yk the matching batman and hello kitty pjamas you'll see on tiktok? ok, great, so case and reader are on streamdoing fan mail, and he opens a package from the reader that she ordered, and it's the matching pjamas. Plot twist. The batman pjamas are for reader, and the hello kitty ones are for Case. I can just imagine the moment of realization when he notices the size of the batman pj's.

(I really hope this makes sense <3 thx sm)

THIS MAKE SENSE DONT WORRY :w i got youu

🐈‍⬛ on stream case was doing a PO box opening of fanmail, which was perfect for you to add your own package into it without case knowing.

🐈‍⬛ you decided to order matching pjs for the both of you. Normally you would get the hello kitty ones and he would have the batman ones because he refuses to wear spiderman pjs..

🐈‍⬛about an hour into opening packages, yours landed into cases hand.

“Yo chat, this box sounds like cloths..” absolutely correct sir.

As he opens the package, the plastic covering the item, he knew it was clothing but not sure of the exact item.

🐈‍⬛ when it’s ripped apart, he grabs the hello kitty pair out first, the legs dropping to his lap and a bit past his knees.

“Is that hello kitty?? Hun you can wear these, you like hello kitty” he says so innocently, little does he know that pair is for him.

🐈‍⬛ but you take them and he continues on to the next pair, revealing batman himself. The legs on the pjs hit down to his legs but not as far as the hello kitty ones. (All depends on your height too)

🐈‍⬛ “chat, what size did yall give me for my pjs?!”

(Your size in pants/ pjs. I like mine baggy)

He reads that it is an XL, “chat! You know im a medium im on a cut”

🐈‍⬛ he looks over at you and asks what size is yours, which you tell him that it is his size.

“Dont play with me, lemme see”

🐈‍⬛ “these are for you case, the batman ones are for me” you giggle out. “Did they leave a note?” You say to him

“Hold up lemme look…”

🐈‍⬛yes you left a note saying ‘hi caseypoo, i knew youve always wanted to match with me. I know hello kitty is your favorite, love your girlfriend🤍’

All he does is look up at you with his mouth open, pure disbelief.

🐈‍⬛case doesn’t complain at all though, he finds it extremely funny and before any other packages get opened he requests to change into the pjs and show chat.

MWAHHH,

I love this idea sooo much, its very cute<3 yall be safe

HAHAHAHA I LOOVVE THIS GIF SMM HELP ME😭😭😭

[piggytfs]

Colton had always seemed like the perfect guy. He was in the prime of his life with a jacked physique, smoldering blue eyes, and a cocky smirk that made both men and women swoon. He was the king of the gym, the star of his university’s football team, and the kind of guy who turned heads wherever he went. Sometimes, this was an awesome thing. Like when the cheerleader babes would eye him up like a sexy slab of all American beef. He loved to show off his muscles for them, listening to them giggle and squeal.

However, he didn't like being ogled by just anyone. Some dudes were oblivious to the hints he would drop: that he was in no way, shape, or form interested in their pathetic, gay attention.

Which was why he hated the way his doctor, Dr. Reynolds, kept looking at him as if he was about to blow a disgusting load into his XL work khakis.

The older man was always too touchy during checkups, his eyes lingering just a little too long on the younger man's biceps and firm pecs. It made Colton’s skin crawl. As he sat on the exam table, dressed in nothing but his compression shorts, he felt those eyes scanning over his muscles again. Dr. Reynolds was eyeing Colton's girthy package, moments away from drooling.

“Man, I wish you’d stop looking at me like that,” Colton muttered hatefully under his breath.

A chill ran down his spine. The air in the room seemed to shift — something he couldn't perceive, but he could not deny that something had begun to change. Dr. Reynolds blinked, his expression becoming blank and flat, before his lips curled into an amused grin.

“Looking at you like what, Colton?” the doctor asked, his voice laced with condescension. He had never spoken so haughtily before. “Like I’d ever be interested in you?”

Colton frowned. That wasn’t right. Dr. Reynolds had definitely been checking him out less than a second ago. The man was a fat perv who drooled over his hot athlete patients, this wasn't far from the normal experience. “Dude, you were just—”

Colton's stomach lurched so violently that he couldn't stop the URRRRRRRRRRRRRP that erupted out of his mouth. A deep, guttural gurgle started to brew inside his belly. He gasped, gripping his gut as an unbearable heat spread through his body. Sweat collected on his forehead, dripping down the sides of his body as his pits became slick and hairy. His skin tingled, rippled, then started to sag under the new weight.

He stared in horror at the full body mirror propped up against the wall, watching as his reflection warped before his very eyes. His sculpted pecs deflated, drooping into soft, flabby moobs. Curls of dark, wiry hair began to sprout across his aging skin. His tight six-pack was swallowed by lard as thick rolls of fat spilled over the waistband of his shorts. They had fit snugly before, but now they were far too tight. His thighs swelled, losing their lean definition as they turned into fat, pale slabs of dimpled hairy flesh that rubbed together, sticky with sweat. The smells wafting off his changing body made Colton want to gag.

“What the fuck?” he gasped, his voice cracking, higher, wheezier — wrong.

Dr. Reynolds chuckled. But his nasally voice seemed different — his slouchy posture was correcting itself — the old pervy doctor was being transformed, too! His hunched shoulders began to straighten, his immense potbelly retreating into an increasingly sculpted core as abdominal muscles pressed against his much smaller, tighter shirt. All the fat on his body began to melt away as years of neglect were reversing before Colton’s eyes. Dr. Reynold's graying hair darkened, growing thick and healthy. His wrinkles faded into smooth, taut skin. His pasty complexion was now bronzed and glowing.

“Colton, please settle down. This is your usual checkup, nothing more. And quit cussing — you of all people should know better,” Dr. Reynolds said, but his voice was deeper now, stronger, more confident. His lab coat suddenly fit better, snug against a chest that was now larger than Colton's had ever been. Even the man's biceps looked larger, veins running across the surface.

“What?” Colton wheezed, struggling to pull up his compression shorts as they dug painfully into his growing gut and fat pad. But the fabric was changing beneath his fingertips — stretching, darkening —becoming ratty sweatpants stained with grease and even grosser liquids.

“You’re always acting like a nervous wreck when you come in here,” Dr. Reynolds went on, now casually adjusting the very tight sleeves of his tailored hospital uniform. “You’d think you’d be used to it by now. How many times have I told you to cut back on the junk food? Christ, Colton, you really have ballooned since last visit.”

“No, no, no—” Colton gripped his thickening face, his bloated fingers sinking into new layers of soft, jowly fat. His chiseled jawline was buried beneath multiple chins, his sharp cheekbones lost forever beneath two fat dimples. His now greasy hair thinned before his eyes, receding higher and higher up his forehead. His nose widened, nostrils flaring as they twitched from the rancid stench that rose from his body.

Sweat. Cum. Food. Gas.

These were the things that defined him now.

Dr. Reynolds— younger, stronger, undeniably out of Colton's league — waved a large hand in front of his face, grimacing at the foul stench. “Jesus, did you even shower before coming in? Or is that just how you always smell?”

Colton’s mind reeled in confusion. He could still feel his old self somewhere, buried beneath all the blubber, the sweat, the stink. This wasn’t real—this wasn’t him! His chest hair begun to turn white, his balding hair turning gray as a salt-and-pepper beard erupted across his fat chins.

“I’m not—” he gasped in exhaustion. “I’m not—”

The words caught in his throat. He was losing the battle to remain himself.

Dr. Reynolds smirked, beginning to remove his now perfectly-fitted coat, muscles rippling with his every movement. “Not what? Not some fat, pathetic, gay slob who spends more time shoveling junk food into his face than actually taking care of himself?” He scoffed, his beautiful face glaring down at Colton like he was the smallest morbidly obese man in the world. “Colton, be serious for once in your life. When’s the last time you even saw the inside of a gym?”

Colton had just been at the gym — he had been hitting the weights all morning long before his check up! Pumping iron, running drills! He had done all of these things! But even as he reached for those memories of himself as a young and disciplined jock, they slipped away, replaced by something else — something that terrified him.

Hazy images of stained couch cushions arose in his conflicted mind, fast food wrappers strewn across his disgusting apartment. Late nights spent online on gainer forums took root in his brain, scrolling through mukbang videos while stuffing his own face. He vividly recalled jerking off to images of fit jocks who wouldn't even spit on him if he were on fire.

His stomach roared, suddenly starving, and he felt his mouth water at the thought of a greasy double cheeseburger and some extra-large fries.

“No…” Colton whimpered, shaking his fat head, his chins jiggling with the motion. His once proud cock had shrunken beneath his growing fat pad, but he could still feel it throbbing, rubbing against his folds as his massive body wobbled with each breath. It felt like he was balancing a beachball on his lap. And it was inflated to the point it was about to pop.

Dr. Reynolds scribbled something down on his clipboard, his biceps bulging slightly as he moved. Colton's little nub of a cock got harder, his fat lips glistening with drool. “Well, old man, we’re gonna have to talk about your cholesterol again. Not that you’ve ever listened to me before. You’re lucky I even let you keep coming in — most guys your size just give up on doctors entirely.” The young man chuckled, voice smooth, self-assured. “Then again, I guess you have given up, huh?”

Colton tried to protest, to fight, but his body ached — his back was sore from carrying so much weight, and his thick thighs were chafing with every tiny movement. His gut gurgled again, demanding food, reminding him of who he was — who he had always been. An obese, smelly old man who was addicted to porn; who got off to young jocks teasing him for being such a fucking loser.

Reality snapped into place around him.

Dr. Reynolds sighed, shaking his handsome head as he handed Colton a prescription slip. His hand was strong, veined, perfect, as Colton’s thick sausage fingers struggled to take it. “Here. Not that you’ll actually do anything about it, but at least it makes me feel better.”

Colton looked down at the slip. His chubby fingers struggled to grip the paper, smudged with sweat and burger grease he couldn't be assed to wash off. His name at the top was the same, but… had he ever been that perfect, sculpted jock that was still lingering in his mind? Had he really played football, been admired by his peers, been wanted by anyone in a sexual sense?

Or had he always been this old, flatulent lard ass loser?

“Get outta here, Colton,” Dr. Reynolds said, already moving on to the next file. His grin was smug, confident, gleaming. “And try not to waddle too much on your way out.”

Colton got up and rubbed his sagging, bloated belly as he marched out of the room. He knew there was no helping his waddle, but he found himself blushing in shame as his wide ass cheeks jiggled behind him. As he left the room, Colton squeezed out a nasty, droning fart. His tiny cock was squirting pre into his fat pad folds.

A distant voice in his mind was screaming for mercy, but the new Colton just got off on the sheer weight of his obese body, the knowledge that his handsome, young doctor thought he was disgusting. Fuck. This was the only reason he still showed up to his appointments.

This old perv needed to get home and order some fast food and start jerking to his favorite jock porn immediately! He'd consider actually reading his prescription slip tomorrow.

(this story is a reimagined version of Athlete No More by the iconic @bigfuckingdudes)

[three-dee-ess]

i wanted to mentally prepare and save up a bit to buy new 3ds xl for myself but im ready to settle for that lavender 2ds, its so beautiful in its all compressed glory. would n3dsxl really be better than all the others?

also i got our familys busted dslite (the top screen doesnt work) and im gonna buy the screen and the r4 and then im gonna buy clear plastic case (not sure thats the correct word?) and ask our family dsmaster to refurbish it and im a bit giddy about all that. after that, 3ds line

n3DSXL is genuinely a better device in terms of specs, build, and practicality. However, the n3DSXL pales in comparison to the humble lavender 2DS (translation: the n3DSXL is good but unless you are planning on putting an SD card over 64gb then there's really no reason to bother. The processing speed is pretty much only worth it if you wish to play some of the newer 3DS titles/emulate or have a lot of games stored at once. I'd say you can buy the lavender 2DS and if you wanna upgrade you could always get an n3DSXL as well. i find having multiple DS's can come in handy esp if I wanna have my friend borrow one to play my favorite games)

[ruan566]

I don't understand the Shi Wudu hate....

Like really, we all always forgive or sweep under the rug all the stuff Hc's done for XL that act as a direct parallel to Shi Wudu's actions in saving sqq (ofc shi wudu's is platonic and almost parental while hc's actions have a more devout and romantic nature behind them.) I think we're forgetting those 33 gods.

Sure those gods were assholes to xl but just coz they were assholes to this one guy did they deserve to die? (Not exactly sure if that's what happened but I'm assuming that if you don't have believers then you fade away or at least something like that.)

Not only that hc would most definitely do what shi wudu did if XL was in the same position as sqq and like as scared and desparate as sqq must've been.

And look for someone who is a older sibling shi wudu's actions have always made sense to me. Sure they weren't correct but the point isn't in them being morally right or wrong.

The point is saving your younger sibling. If my younger sibling had to suffer from what sqq as a child suffered through the whole mental torture that the venerable of empty words (I think that's the demons name correct me if I'm wrong) puts it's victims through I would definitely do what shi wudu does.

[gold-rhine]

ok so i got mavuika on both main and f2p, built and tried her in different teams and i think we are finally free from xiangling!

im gonna write first about sub dps off-field role bc this is why i got her. here is my build on support set with free craftable weapon, c0

on this kinda mid built her skill does 12k per tick on talent level 6, with no reactions and only cinder city buff. and you should always have that, bc shes on tinder cinder herself lmao. so its like 80k per skill duration, which is less than xiangling on damage build. BUT her burst even on support set and without reactions did 100k, on talent level 6. on vape it does like 180k. so her skill plus her burst is actually as much as damage build xiangling

but the thing is, its not even correct comparison. bc i got these numbers in kinich team, and in kinich team my damage build xiangling simply does NOT get her burst back off field. and i have pretty great xiangling - top 5% on akasha with engulfing lightning and benny on 260 ER. to have XL burst consistently in kinich team she needs like 280-300ER, and at that point shes not doing great damage anyway. AND mavuika buffs herself and your carry for 40% damage bonus with cinder city

another team i was dying to replace xiangling in was clorinde overload, bc xiangling also doesnt get her burst back reliably. so i tried clorinde chevreusse fischl mavuika and it worked great, AND mavuika got her burst back every rotation with no natlan supports. yeah, not for full 200 points, but she still hit for 100k and for sub dps i think thats more than enough

i also tried her in kind of dual dps team with ayato and it was pretty decent. even as sub dps if you have option you want to vape or melt her burst bc it has insane multipliers

i dont have mualani or rizzley, but ive seen videos that she does work with them too.

as main dps, she does not work without natlan support like xilonen or citlali. kachina is not enough. she can work with ororon in overload teams like the one in her trial, but as main dps mavuika is really nuke oriented, bc she has huge multipliers, but only 7 seconds of damage window. she only burns nightsoul points on skill cast once, so obsidian artifact set will only be active for 6 seconds, and then your crit rate drops for 40%. so you really really want to melt or at least vape her burst and first few charge attacks

[iheart-nana]

xl. whispers from the past

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CHAPTER FORTY ─ whispers from the past.

❛ this is me praying that this was the very first page, not where the storyline ends ❜

Choi Yumi's Perspective

"I need a lawyer."

I stayed silent for a good minute, trying to register the words. It wasn't about the words, even. The voice sounded far too familiar, making my heart drop. Gentle, with a hint of mischief. It was undeniable. The person on the other line was Kim Taesung.

"Hello? Are you there?"

"Y-yes," I stuttered, feeling goosebumps crawl up my arm at his voice.

"Oh, sorry, how rude of me. It's Taesung. Do you remember me?" He spoke the last sentence slowly, and the doubt in his voice was evident.

"Yes," I said quietly, wondering if he had even heard me. It was all so unbelievable. For a third time, fate had brought me back to Kim Taesung, "What do you need a lawyer for? Are you in trouble?"

"Look at you, already assuming the worst of me. You haven't changed one bit, Choi Yumi. Even after fifteen years."

The way he said my name sent chills down my spine. I felt like I was slowly losing touch with reality the longer I spoke to him. Suddenly, I was a teenage girl again. "Just tell me what you need."

"You must of heard the name Kim Youngsoo."

"Yeah," I frowned, wondering what that serial kidnapper had anything to do with any of this.

"Well they've kept me in custody 'cause they think I'm his alibi."

The moment his words fell on my ears, I almost felt my heart stop. Confusion clouded my mind as my breath became suddenly erratic. I placed a hand on my chest, feeling the rapid thumping of my heart against my ribs, threatening to break out. Then, as if to disregard my shock, I heard someone yell "Time's out!" and a beep as the call disconnected, leaving me shaking in my seat, eyes wide.

Narrator's Perspective

"I really want to say 'I told you so,'" Eunyoung said after hearing about the mysterious and cryptic phone call Yumi got from Taesung, "But I'll hold back for your sake. I knew he was bad news, but I never thought he'd actually end up in jail."

"He's not in jail," Yumi corrected her quickly, "They've kept him in custody, so he's just a suspect-"

"Yeah, but imagine what he must have done to make him a suspect for a mass kidnapping case," Eunyoung pointed out.

"This is too much to process," Yumi sighed, running her hand through her hair, "Please tell me something to distract me before I lose my mind completely."

"Sunjae's alive," Eunyoung blurted out the first thought that popped up in her head. Yumi's eyes were full of shock as she suddenly sat up straight.

"Wow, that worked."

"I could barely believe it when I heard it," she continued, "I thought I was dreaming."

"I don't understand how you did it," Yumi asked, looking eagerly at Eunyoung, expecting an answer.

"It sounds really stupid if I say it out loud," Eunyoung warned, "But one day, I was just sitting and thinking about how miserable Sunjae must feel-"

"As one does," Yumi sneered.

"Shut up," Eunyoung said, her lips stretching into an involuntary smile, "I had quite a stupid idea, but I started writing encouraging messages for him and tossed them into his house."

Yumi blinked her eyes rapidly, frowning, "That sounds ridiculously simple."

"Exactly," said Eunyoung, "But he must have really needed to hear something like that."

"You always have been good with words," Yumi pointed out, "You really did it, Eunyoung, you saved him."

"I know," she whispered dreamily.

Eunyoung took a long look at Yumi's face. It was the very essence of the word 'misery.' She looked just about ready to fling herself off a building. She reached for Yumi's hand.

"It's going to be fine," she assured Yumi.

"I'm scared," Yumi said, fixing her gaze on the ground, "Scared that it might be true."

Choi Eunyoung's Perspective

Sitting in the interview room of my office, it felt as if I was glued to my chair. The temperature felt colder than ever before while I sat motionless, clutching the interview script tightly. An unfamiliar anxiety had settled in me when I realized it was my first time seeing Sunjae in 2023. Doubt clouded my mind and I began wondering whether I had it in me to keep things professional. All of a sudden, nostalgia seemed to engulf me as I reminisced on my very first interview with the Jagam High Swim team. My nervousness, self-doubt and jitters were exactly the same.

I watched the door open, through which Sunjae entered. I definitely stared at him for longer than I should have, but somehow, I couldn't bring myself to pull away. He looked completely different from the 19-year-old schoolboy I was used to seeing on the bus every day. Dressed in brown trousers and a black woolen turtleneck, he looked like the personification of perfection. This formal, mature attire was something that was hard for to adjust to, but a part of me was just glad that the liveliness had returned to his beady, hypnotizing eyes.

I stood up from my seat an bowed at him and his staff that followed close behind him. Our eyes met briefly, and in that fleeting moment his blank gaze made me wonder if he even remembered me. I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't, but it would be a lie to say it wouldn't bother me. For a few moments, everyone scurried around, setting up their stuff and settling down before the filming began.

I took a deep breath before beginning, "Hello and welcome! It's an honor to have you here today."

"Likewise, I'm glad to be here," he replied, flashing a kind smile.

"Eclipse is soon going to release their fifth studio album, so how do you feel about that?"

"Well, not too long ago, we had our first concert in five years, which is when we announced that an album would be released. It was a really thrilling and exciting moment for me, and I think my members would agree. We also had doubts as to how it would be received by everyone, but what got us through it is our faith in the fans."

"Eclipse's connection with their fans is truly something to appreciate, and they're always grateful for your hard work. They're eagerly looking forward to listening to the songs listed, particularly 'Sonaki,' where you are the songwriter. Could you tell us something about the song?"

At this point, he was grinning from ear to ear and I had to really control my smile that would have surfaced otherwise. He began, "Sonaki is actually a song that I wrote a long time ago. I wasn't too sure as to whether it would ever be released, but what can I say? It's a song that's very personal to me as it brings back memories from my high school years. Even now, while 'm preparing to perform it for my fans, it's as if I'm 19 years old again, writing about my first love."

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nana's notes: it's so surreal that we've hit forty chapters omg. never thought this would be possible. so grateful for everyone who has been reading this fic <3

delphi's notes: YAYYY FORTY CHAPTERS! tysm everyone <3 yumi defending taesung is the funniest thing ever like girl you're DOWN BAD.

next chapter: friday (out now!) list of chapters here!

[mdzs-fanon-exposed]

Not really an ask or a correction, but I was reading the "Xingchen can't cook" fanon and I think I know the source of it lol. I've often seen people conflate traits of Xiao Xingchen with TGCF's Xie Lian. I assumed it's because of how similar their character designs are but that's just my pure conjecture lol. Personally it's not a fanon that appeals to me (I think that Xiao Xingchen and Xie Lian are very different characters with very distinct personalities) so it always sticks out to me when I notice someone gave Xiao Xingchen one of Xie Lian's traits.

Ooh, that's so interesting! I was kind of wondering why I even got that ask in the first place, since I've never seen something like that before, but I don't interact with a lot of Yi City fanworks lol. It's neat to see how people have created such specific/elaborate fanon for these characters who are pretty insulated in canon!

I definitely think XXC and XL are pretty different characters too, but I guess I can see the resemblance? They definitely have similar morals, and XXC being horrible at cooking is really funny.

[blusilurus]

A wee bit my fursona for funsies!!! 2024 Update edition notes on top (The eye markings updated to be more like my older designs + the necklace)! The bottom is a drawing made before the top update that shows my fursona at all stages of design over the course of my life thus far! More rambling under the cut!

Healing really is just circling back to that funky little fursona you made in your youth boi howdy!!! Top is some doodle note's of my sona and surprise we are going back to the old eye markings (but added a slight flair more similar to the newer markings)! As well as a (optional) silver circle necklace (originally a yinyang back in the day)! The bottom drawing features all versions of my sona from the very first to the most recent right before top images version! My fursona has always kinda grown with me and I think somewhere midway between highschool till now I sidelined it a bit. I really do love my fursona though and have found a lot of joy in kinda bringing it more "back" in a sense! Hence why you'll notice my icon and whatnot features it again instead of human! Just for clarity this is very much "me" but just as some goofy sparkle cat LMAO. Honestly I've been finding a lot of joy in getting back in touch with things I used to love but in the chaos of life kinda left behind one being my old 3DS XL (I homebrewed it now hell ya)!!! I'm hoping to update my ref soon with the correct design. I also want to take my ref down a notch/simplify since I mainly just use it anyway. Alt forms of my sona are still valid (Ex. the dragon and bunny versions) but I'll prob just pop the cat form only on the ref like ol times! But yea howdy!

[absolutesilly]

Thank you so much for the fast response. I really could just read about your thoughts and opinions about anything! They’re always well thought out and constructed, it’s so pleasing to read 🫡. And that answer, I absolutely agree 100%! I do feel like with the undeserving hate mq gets, it also brings out people who romanticize him a lot and it’s like…wait that’s not our mean but kind mq we all know. But I get why that happens though.

Mq “selfishness” has always fascinated me. Because like you said, he really isn’t imo. I see him as someone who is big on saving himself FIRST, because then he can save others easily. Everything he does is very calculated with weighing out what’s the best outcome for everyone AND with the most minimal damage. Which is what I managed to interpret during the 33 gods scene. We even see that during the fire breakout and him knocking out fx head LOOOOOL. Speaking of feng xin…. Fengqing is…. Mxtx greatest potential of what if. That’s all I got to say ….

ah, i’m so happy you enjoyed reading my many many thoughts!!! :’) i love talking about this stuff.

i also agree that a lot of people tend to over-correct due to the mq hate! i have the same amount of side eye for people who try to act like he’s perfect as i do for the people who try to act like he’s evil. let him be mean but kind!!! let him be self-interested!!! let that little weirdo keep his complexity!

i also absolutely agree with your take on him saving himself first, to help others later. considering his background, i think he’s well aware that you can’t help anybody long-term if your own basic needs aren’t being met. and yessssss, that’s my take on the 33 gods incident too!

it’s a terrible moment for the both of them, but i think his behavior in that scene completely reflects his pragmatism! while xie lian’s hurt at mq not sticking up for him is completely understandable, let’s look at it realistically: he stands up for him… and then what? mu qing potentially loses all the progress he’s made trying to climb the ranks in heaven, and he’s right back where he started with nothing to show for it and no way to help xl, fx, or the royal family. there’s sooooo much more that i could say on this moment (maybe i’ll make a post??) but the point is! pragmatic choices are sometimes the best but ouch. they can really hurt you and the people you love!

i also agree that fengqing are such a delicious what if! the novel leaves them on SUCH an interesting note—finally so much of the misunderstanding between them has finally been cleared. what now! they’re on the precipice of great change! i think that’s why i love writing post-canon fengqing so much, there’s so much to explore now that they’re not completely at each other’s throats anymore! i sooooo wish they’d had an extra written about them. but alas! here we are

[restforthe-burdenedsoul]

Ahhhhhhhh my dream dog client has come!!! Two mini schnauzers!!!!! They are my absolute favorite dog breed.

Other updates: I have my bun buns! Mel (my pup) is very interested, but I’m not sure in a good way. So I have them separated in different parts of the apartment while I work on her training.

A family member of mine was attacked by their large breed family dogs this week 😞 she’s had a couple surgeries which will be ongoing to try to save her arm.

Unfortunately this is not the first large breed dog attack that’s happened in my circle. Never the same breed, always dogs that were well trained. I’m playing with the idea of redirecting my services to small/medium breeds. Unfortunately that cuts out a lot of what I was marketing toward (the working breeds).

While I’d love to say dog attacks are rare, they haven’t been in my experience. I do these visits and overnights alone and if a big dog decided to turn, I’d be by myself with zero help. It’s taken me years to overcome my fear of big dogs (because of the attacks to friends/family) and I had been feeling confident with them and silly about being so afraid in the past. I honestly never 100% trust any dog and I’m very big on watching body language and catching things/correcting quickly. In the end tho, it’s not worth the risk I don’t think.

I have an upcoming sit with a couple GSDs, one who is reactive. This was before I got the news (the meet and greet happened literally the same day). I already accepted the job so I will follow through, but if I see any signs of aggression toward me, I won’t be taking the sit again.

I don’t know. I’m so conflicted because I just made this my main source of income and now I’m feeling really hesitant and guarded about large and/or powerful dogs ��

I’m on the hunt for a big playpen. They’re so focused on that crown molding so I don’t think I can free roam like I wanted. For now, when unsupervised they’ll be in the XL crate and relearning the litter box. But once I get a pen, I saw one set up where they connected it to the dog pen and it’ll give them a lotttt of space when I’m not home supervising.

[silvermaplealder]

I had a few people ask where I got the stuff for my David cosplay (though forgive me I can't remember everyone who asked) so I figured I'd make a little post.

The coat:

I got the coat from Shein. I bought the XL version and had to do a lot of edits. I wanted the length that the XL offered but it was 2 sizes too big. The most important edits were the sleeve length and collar adjustments to make it look more like his coat. I did also tailor the size down to have a cleaner and less baggy look to it.

The vest:

Originally an old pleather jacket I had. I cut off the sleeves and used that material to create the flaps on the collar. I added a bit of fabric paint onto it to make it look more worn out along the edges.

Watches/medal on jacket:

The watches I got off FB marketplace. Cut them free from bands and 2 are sewn on, one is actually super glued because there was no way to sew it. The "medal" is just something I found at Michael's Craft Store. I added a 12 gauge wire as a loop and sewed that to the jacket.

Pants/Boots:

Found these bad boys thrifting. The pants are skinny jeans that have the fronts a little faded, they aren't leather. And the boots took several months of weekly trips to Goodwill until something my size popped up. I had to get the boots from the women's section since the men's didn't have any.

Spurs:

Ball spurs off Facebook marketplace. I added baling twine as a bottom strap. I painted the original brown straps it came with.

Gloves:

Another thrift store find in the winter. I found some much nicer new pairs at Tractor Supply Co but unfortunately they did not have the right sizes. But next winter I may check in earlier for a better looking pair

Bracelet:

A friend welded me a bracelet and I painted it silver. Bracelets are easy to come by though so anything works

Hair:

It's actually my natural hair. I spent $20 on the cutting and then $130 to get it the correct color. My hair had to be bleached and then we added a silver color on top of the bleach. Pros is it looks awesome, con is I'll always have to spend $150 just for it 🙄

If y'all have any more questions feel free to reach out to me! 💙 The hardest part was definitely the vest since I had to completely cut it apart and resew to get the look I wanted. The coat took a lot of work as well but it is definitely doable without needing a sewing machine (though a machine helps a lot!).

@stonerzelda

[llycaons]

ep5 - this is really good! it's really good finally!!

xl's face when they return to the manor after sneaking through the tunnels and rescuing hc's captive and hc is RIGHT there. lmao

THIS ASSHOLE. okay but I'm laughing

this fight scene is a lot of fun and it's so silly that xl is so apologetic to hc because hc is the one who has a guy chained in his basement

OMG LQQ BUSTING IN

DID LQQ HAVE A MAGNETIC SWORD IN THE BOOK....that is so fucking cool

yeah it was in the novel. that rules actually. I'd forgotten about it! lqq felt like kind of a nothing character when I read the book, but he has a lot of passion and charm in the donghua. giving his character so much time helps.

see what happens when you don't rush character moments, LIVE ACTION YU YU HAKUSHO

ohhh xl intervening in the fight in that milisecond is SO good. and then he doesn't reveal he's been injured until later! what drama! what excitement!

he's such a rich kid

OH BOY MQ AND FX!!!!

the lqq backstory came a little out of nowhere, but it's so juicy I never really minded

I really love how jw calls xl 'xianle', it's both formal and unique enough to feel like an almost fond paternal relationship. and it's therefore a little creepy

making another story a flashback is a nice visual way to capitalize on the medium

it's neat how deflecting both attacks is xl's hallmark. xl who always wants people to stay together, who wants happy endings, who looks for the third option when given two cruel choices

anyway lqq is again. correct. he deserves to have someone answer for his family's murders. it's not easy to explain but I wish xl would at least try

AHHHH but next episode we get 'SO WHAT I WON!!!!'

[kaz3313]

For the shipping manifesto - 1, 6, 7, 8 :)

1: /The/ Ship: So my “the” ship always depends on my fandom I’m currently in love with. So at the moment it’s Amber Park/Ricky “Jupe” Park (from Nope 2022)

6. Exs/Divorced Ship: Chengyao (Jiang Cheng/Jin Guangyao) and Wei Wuxian/Wen Qing. I think they’re just so divorced <33 Also I’d read one with Wen Ruohan/Lan Qiren but I enjoy that ship otherwise as well (and the other two I can get behind a bunch of diff dynamics I just love the divorced/exs for them).

7:Non-Con/Taboo: Okay… so I enjoy fucking up my favs in any way (with few exceptions) BUT… Jadecest,, I want dark LXC or dark LWJ (one or at the same time). Niecest as well for taboo… But Jadecest hits (and, honorable mention, XL/QR~ I want them to make each other worse).

8: Rarepair/Crack Ship: OKAY- so firstly I’d like to say you got me shipping NHS/Jin Zixun completely seriously so I’m not sure if Crackship is correct to say but DEFINITELY rarepair. When I was first in Dangan Shinsai was practically only for Noncon reasons (one of the few times I can’t read it) but it started to pick up in popularity so I’m not sure if rarepair is quite the correct term.

[ihave-thehighgrounds]

You're Okay Now

This story includes: fluff, angst, mentions of blood, medical attention(I'm not a medical expert, I'm not gonna get everything correct)

It's in the readers POV, reader is a male for this story

Genre: enemies to lovers, LGBTQ

You can find the summary above written by @writing-prompt-s

"GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!!" I screamed and I slammed the door to my home. I almost had him too!! Why is it that the hero always wins?! It's not fair! My boss is gonna be so pissed when he finds out that I lost again. But that's a worry for another time, I'm starving, Mac 'n' Cheese sounds soooo good right now. When the water finally comes to a boil, I put my mac in the pot and waited for it to cook. There was a knock on my door.. was it my boss? Was it another drunk trying to crash? No, it was.. that stupid hero, he was curled over with an arm over his waist. What happened? I opened the door and he collapsed in my arms, "I'm sorry I.. I didn't have anywhere else to go," and he passed out.

Fucking hell, are you serious? I carry him inside and I set him on my couch gently so I can go back to the kitchen and turn off the stove. When I get back, first aid kit in hand, I couldn't help but to smile; he looks so peaceful when he's asleep. I peel blondie's shirt off and throw it in my laundry basket which is when I see the gnarly gash in his side, like something saw him as a tasty snack. Carefully, I took a wet rag to the blood around his wounds and got my sewing needles out. If I was gonna help him, I was doing it right. I also removed my shirt so that if the hero woke up, he'd have something to mask his screams. Speaking of, he actually didn't wake up while I stitched him up, it was very peaceful and quiet.

When he woke up, I had finished making dinner and made him a plate as well. "Ugh, how long was I- WHERE THE FUCK AM I?! Ow!" There goes the peace. "Hey, calm down blondie, you're at my house. You stumbled over to my doorstep, and for some damned reason I decided I'd be nice to you." As I said this, he looked at me confused, as if I can't be nice. "Your foods getting cold, eat up. It's not poisoned I promise." When I said that he scarfed it down like he'd been starved for weeks, I hope he's ok. "..thank you, you could've left me on your doorstep but you didn't and I'm really grateful for that." He looked so soft and cuddly.. WHY THE HELL AM I THINKING LIKE THIS?!

"Don't worry about it, you can stay here for the night and tell me what the hell happened and who it was." And so began the loooooong night of the whole day in chronological order. "And when I got home, I was feeding my dogs and I heard a noise that sounded like a window breaking, it was coming from my room so I went to go check it out. When I got in there, this person dressed in all black was in my room and they held a knife against my throat and I didn't know what to do so I kicked them and they stabbed me in my stomach and tore it out at an angle that.. as you can see gave me a larger cut. That's when I ran, I had no idea where I was running to but then I ended up here talking to you." Wow.. that was a bunch. He mentioned that in the brief moment that he was held against the wall with the knife, he saw their brown eyes, they had tan skin, and really shitty dyed pink hair. So I obviously wrote that down for later, but for now it's too late at night. "What size are you? I might have some old jammies that will fit you." I shout from my room, rummaging through my closet. "I'm an XL in shirts, and a 32 in pants, but I'm fine wearing what I have on now." He shouts back. "Nah it's no biggie, you're wearing jeans, I think you'd be much more comfortable in sweats" I say as I walk back into the living room. "You can sleep in my room tonight, I'll sleep out here." We had the back and forth argument for 10 minutes before we decided we'd share the bed, but stay on opposite sides.

When I woke up however, he was laying on top of me, snuggled into my chest. I didn't wanna move, but I also really wanted to take a picture of him cause he's just so adorable! That was when he woke up, "mornin' (Y/N), ya sleep well?" Awww his voice is less rough when he wakes up, it's kinda cute. "Yea, waking up with you on top of me is definitely a bonus." That's when he jumped up and started babbling out apologies. "Don't apologize, it doesn't bother me. What would you like for breakfast?" "Um.. waffles please." So I made waffles and bacon, and warmed up some syrup, when he came out of my room breakfast was almost ready, so he got a couple of plates out along with forks. "Thank you for not getting mad at me, I'm not used to people being so kind to my sexuality..." When he said that, I got up, walked over to him, and raised his chin slightly so that he'd look at me, "people are assholes, don't let them get to you." And I kissed him, I guess I was a little surprised that he kissed back the moment our lips touched... "Let's get you home, I'm sure your dogs miss you and I'm helping you move some of your stuff over here so I can look after you while you recover."

You, a supervillain, answer a knock at your door, only to find your superhero nemesis shivering, bleeding, scared, and slightly dazed (as if drugged). They appear to have been assaulted. The hero mumbles “…didn’t know where else to go…” before collapsing into your arms.

[brysonwallace]

Who’s got the answers anyway?

My voice is somewhere near the Milky Way

But questioning my Hemingway

It’s Benihana how I’m flipping em

I ain’t touched a script in a minute but my presence still not the minimum

I pay my bills make sure the dues ain’t refused

They still amused by the vinyl I use

2 decades it remains don’t plan on stopping even if I tried to

The audible don’t mean that I lied to you stay tuned

It’s you buddy it’s always been you buddy I lost a few buddy maybe the problem is you buddy

I keep talking to myself like that

If it’s reflection without correction it’s nothing but a wasted view buddy

Same issue if it’s here or the EU

The stench of my selections affectionately PU muddy waters we was thick as thieves but all it means is I was operating fraudulent it’s never what it seems stolen time is what I’ve always felt my styling was on flow asylum so I ain’t ever run from saying I’m wrong

But what is right when you ain’t got no one left and what is forward if you ain’t looking behind you till you run out of breath

And what’s asthma when you breathe life in everything you come across

There’s always the potential for more

so you gotta love loss

But ain’t no love lost I’m wishing you well

That’s just the skinny in a DOUBLE XL

He needed Kel

But oh well

-b