#yzs

[yz-art]

He feels like causing havoc.

[cashmere-caveman]

i honestly think the worst thing that can happen to u as a writer in a fandom is when the compelling dynamics are not the ones u care about like i do NOT want to think about those guys bc ive got other priorities!!!!! ive got my blorbos and those ppl did not make the cut!!! but alas the narratives............

[natolesims]

LOTTIE'S LOOKING FOR LOVE | Introduction Round 💖

The time has come! Welcome to the beginning of #Lottie's BC, where our dear blonde is looking for her one true and ever lasting love.

It's the moment of truth: We have 14 contestants. Only 8 will make it to the Bachelor Mansion and get a chance to compete for our lady's heart.

How will this work?

This test will consist on testing compatibility.

First impressions, sentiments, attraction, friendship and compatibility levels will be taken in count to see who has chemistry with Charlotte and is a suitable prospect. The only playable sim in this round will be Lottie, so let's see how the gentlemen react to her interactions.

I have a spreadsheet and I feel like an organized nerd adsadafs

[pigeonneaux]

Let him have a fucking break or whatever

[kkyujikoo]

I just find it so fucking funny how baby JK was SO ADAMANT on ranking JM last on looks and now he's going full tail-wagging, puppy-eyed, "you're prettier than the clouds" bf on THE VERY SAME GUY.

Oh, how the turntables

[cheesesteak675]

🦇x🐺

[glitchisbroken]

Reznor studies? After all this time!?

[dcdreamblog]

So Johnny Thunder and Jakeem Thunder’s genie is from the 5th dimension right? Is the weird lightning genie like, a different species from the weird short guy in the bowler hat and the tiny dude in the Batman cosplay? Because they don’t look like they could be the same species

Yes, the Thunderbolt is a 5th dimensional being in the same order of magnitude as annoyances like Mr Mxyzptlk (I lived in Metropolis for 4 years, I know him well), he is also some version of a mythological djinn as told in Islamic mythology. I am neither a theology scholar nor a dimensional physicist so I'm relating this information as I understand it, so take all with a grain of salt and know I am DEEPLY simplifying.

The 5th Dimension is a realm of pure imagination, there it is as physical a force as motion or heat and can be just as easily manipulated in the same way a 3rd dimensional organism moving forward and back would be considered wizardry from the 2 dimensional perspective. The native beings of this realm, which they call "Zrfff" in their own language are the "Imps" you speak of, of which Mxyzptlk is the most famous though beings like them have been spotted around both Batman and Aquaman. These beings can appear in our reality only once every 90 days after their previous visit and can be returned to their reality by speaking their own name backwards.

This "5th Dimension" also seems to be where Djinn were born and still mostly reside, created by some higher force VERY early in universal creation. Because they are born and molded of the 5th dimension they can manipulate it easily. They don't exist natively in our reality and require some kind of "anchor" in order to exist like many other arcane beings.

They're two separate classes of beings who inhabit the same dimensional space. From here on in I will refer to the Zrff-ians as "Imps" and the Djinn as "Genies" since that seems to be the accepted parlance.

(The only portrait of the Thunderbolt ever successfully taken solo, 1945)

The Thunderbolt's "real name" (if the concept applies) is Yz, and he is a member of the second class of being a mythical Genie who came into the possession of Johnny Thunder who had the power to bond with Yz because he was the 7th son of the 7th son, born at 7 a.m 7/7/1917 (magic, folks).

He's able to grant any wish his master made using the magic words "Cei-U" which of course Johnny uttered as the then popular sentence filler "Say you".

As Thunder aged he eventually developed Alzheimer's disease, and soon after or even upon the moment of his death he wished Yz into the service of his sudden protege J.J or Jakeem Thunder. This process also seemed to merge Yz and Thunder into a single being who now goes by the name Johnny Thunderbolt. What kind of merging this was or what that would even entail is a question for a VERY dedicated psychologist. And I'm not one of those either.

I should note however, there's no reason they couldn't all be the same species. They're 5th dimensional beings able to manipulate all things via their own imaginations. Trust me when I tell you that Mxy probably doesn't actually "look" like a tiny bald man in a purple bowler hat.

[valarinde]

acts of service: staged vs genuine | shangguang qian and gong yuanzhi

[dailydccomics]

the Justice Society of America by Mikel Janín

[wangmiao]

"站在人间烟火里，眺望宇宙苍穹/Among people's ordinary lives, gazing from afar at the firmament of the universe" - Yu Hewei, talking about Three-Body at the Gala of High-Quality-Product in Radio and Television of China, 2024/10/11

"守人间烟火，望宇宙阑珊/By the side of people's ordinary lives, gazing at the waning of the universe" - Zhang Luyi, from his three handwritten letters to say goodbye to Three-Body, 2023/02/14

Bear with my uncultured translation, but you should still get the idea. Cnetizens are pretty sure that YHW referred to the famous ending line from one of ZLY's letters.

Lol @ whatever mysterious force in the universe that's preventing them from promoting/representing Three-Body together. It was even funnier this time since they both went to the same event, but on different days. That's why I have photos of both of them, but to be fair, ZLY went for a different drama. However, I won't complain too much considering the spinoff show is going to start shooting in about half a year.

[yz-art]

Tsams drawings..doodles? I think drawings is more accurate.

[hijab-proudness]

[grand-theft-carbohydrates]

the hardest part of writing is cutting very good passages simply because they don't fit the narrative in a cohesive way. ok remember this part?

He expected Gao Jianli to appreciate the story in the same way. But the look on the musician's face made him stop short. He had taken off his blindfold, there was no awe in his eyes, only pity.  "It must have been very painful," Gao Jianli whispered. "What's a little pain in the grand scheme of things?" the king replied with a laugh, amused by this girlish sentiment. "One suffers for a brief moment and earns a lifetime of benefits from it. Besides, I hardly remember it now."  The musician did not answer. He plucked a few notes on the zhu, and they sounded like raindrops falling on a hot terracotta roof. A gentle pitter-patter followed by the hiss of rising steam, like a tiny, sorrowful sigh.

Here's what was suppose to come after it:

The king frowned, not knowing if he liked this strange sound. It made something ache deep within his chest, a totally alien sensation. Like he was a bronze chime being rung with a mallet. Like the feet of one thousand ants marching across his skin. Like a cool, soft hand slipping under his clothes, tracing his fever-hot skin, and slotting itself between the bones of his ribs, worming around the fragile, blood-red membranes of his spleen and liver, so wrong and so, so gentle, higher and higher, until it reached his chest and laid itself softly over a bruise--  "That's enough!" King Ying Zheng's voice rang out harshly in the large, austere room. He had stepped backwards impulsively and almost tripped over the long train of his coat. It was a jerky, undignified movement, like he had been burned. Gao Jianli flinched at the king's voice and silenced the strings with press of his hands. His head was bowed like he was expecting a blow, yet his small, bright eyes were still focused intently on Ying Zheng.  The king stood there glaring at the musician, his chest heaving like he had run a mile, his mind all mist and jagged rocks. There was a gnawing at the back of his throat, the ghost of a memory of a boy who had been screaming for a long time, the wound torn afresh by the sight of a door opening twenty-three years too late, which was worse than never opening at all.  "Did that not please you, My King?" Gao Jianli's voice was rough. His tongue, small and pink, darted out and licked a bead of sweat from his upper lip. Ying Zheng itched to strike him, but could not force himself to get close enough to do so. The alchemy of Gao Jianli's music had not yet dissipated, the trembling coward was transfigured, in that moment he was half a sage and half venomous snake.  With great effort, the King of Qin collected the scattered pieces of himself with an imperious thrust of his chin. Qin men never show fear. In the bare light of day, the king could clearly see that the musician's hands were in fact very calloused. The tips of his fingers were armored in a thick yellow carapace, forged by decades of constant practice. Of course they're rough. The king reminded himself uneasily. Why had he assumed those hands would be soft? 

cutting this was the hardest decision in my life, but it just didn't fit. i cranked up the emotion too high without enough build-up, or any way to balance it out on the other end. (to put it frankly, there's not enough foreplay.) also gao jianli is suppose to be passively suicidal right now, and they've only just met. it would be a 180 for his character.

[akirenhell]

Zero Sum

And soon it will be all said and done And we will all be back together as one If we will continue at all

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The aftermath of Akira and Satan's war, with a certain gloomy angel witnessing from an outsider viewpoint.

(Inspired by the song of the same name by Nine Inch Nails)

Sooo…It definitely has been a while. (Even more so considering I've barely posted about my Undertale Devilman fanfic here...Oops)

UH BUT ANYWAY! What started off with me saying the Year Zero album fit TOO well with Devilman evolved into me writing something very self-indulgent.

Sooo yeah, hope you guys like the angst. (Also, Azrael appears here, too, so that be a small treat as well).

[lotusyiyen]