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xinfelicitas said:Omgosh, i love it tho.'

///there's tons of funny shit from his video.. this one is funny too i can't stop laughing

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Ryan has this sort of accent

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When kindness, social responsibility, ceremony, and faith were lost, the Tao and virtue are also discarded; they perish and decay. When these social virtues are not substantiated by the Tao, they, to the contrary, will be supported only by material wealth.

Xinsheng jing. Translation by Livia Kohn

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                              Boy oh boy, wasn't this poor God hungry. How long had it been since he'd actually eaten something decent. Back when people still put faith into him it was easy -- living above the clouds and eat those which had been sacrificed to him. It was harder now as the years went by considering how he'd ended up as only a mythical figure where people had ceased to believe in. Which only brought him standing in front of a fancy looking restaurant and inside his pockets were a few dollars and cents he'd gotten for himself out of pity whilst street busking around the neighborhood. A sigh -- "The lobster looks so niiiice" -- and whined. These few amount of money would never be enough for him to order a lobster. Besides, no one would let a very under dressed man into somewhere so fancy. And yet another sigh was casually let out. 

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                               He's never sick -- he had been this way since he could ever remember -- maybe since he had first gain his immortality back thousands of years ago. But putting that aside, he watched the girl with a pair of boring green; unamused to the question she had pointed out which he had countlessly heard over the years of living dull-fully. He wiped the thin coating of sweat above his forehead and rolled over so it seemed as if he was nuzzling against piles of snow that easily melted where his body came in contact with. "No you crazy girl. It's so hot! Why are you wearing something so thick!" 

  What. What is this? who is this that she’s come across? a hand moved to rub slender fingers upon her forehead before she averted her bright blue hues. Why in the world was this one talking about hot? it was cold as hell to the point a fog like substance escaped from her nostrils when she exhaled. She’d pay anything for it to actually be hot because she couldn’t stand the cold weather, despite being naturally warm, body temperature wise. The Doe grunted softly before she lowered her hand and moved her arms behind her back, hands clasping together and fingers lacing. “..Are you.. sick perhaps?” Was questioned before she narrowed her eyes, briefly glancing in the males direction before looking away just seconds later.

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                           His mind had been brought back to traces of memories that dated back millenia of years ago. Back in the Han Dynasty, around 248 BC when he'd first gained his immortality. The story was rather vague to be remembered. All he could see was a riddle being given to him and he could easily thought of the answer, being the gifted child he was back then and it was the Iron Crutch Li Tieguai who had granted him with immortality. Ryan was stupid to accept it -- stupid that he was excited over the fact that he could live for eternity. He didn't know that eternity was such a long road; lonely and painful. He'd encountered thousands of death when he didn't want to -- and when death was to consume him, he couldn't die. Not even being beheaded served him death -- he lived through it, and it was one of the few painful moments he'd been through. 

           A sift sigh being let out escaping his lips, his eyes watered with tears that he'd willed over the moment. He was feeling pathetic and alone. He was the youngest among the other seven immortals, and he shouldn't be left alone roaming the world -- and i he were lost, they should have looking back for his existence. He knew the other seven would know that he was still alive -- but they never went looking for him and let him be. Ryan sniffled to himself, the snow beneath only felt warmer as his body heat melted the pile he was lying on, his thin piece of shirt was easily soaked by the water. 

           Maybe he should just sleep the night away and let the day passed onto another. Besides, sleeping only consume the time away -- it made everything moved faster. He'd wondered if there were any sleeping spell that would let him sleep for an eternity -- but then again, he knew if he were to take sedatives, it would only last for a few days or weeks, then he would wake up and live life as normally again. Another sigh slipped through his parted lips. His heart was always uneasy and he hated it. Sometimes he'd wondered why did he roamed around on Earth when no one ever recognized him too. Myth -- Lan Caihe was a myth after all. So why did he kept on living for. 

                            Clouds of thoughts were easily disrupted as an unfamiliar voice came and approached him.For a moment, Ryan only saw a pair of feet standing close to him, and it took him rather a while to finally pick himself from the ground, rubbing the few evidence of tears off his eyes and sniffled about. "No the snow is actually pretty warm" He managed out, voice as low and sulky. "Are you here to pity me? I don't need that" 

        ⊰ ✧ ✦ ⊱ Routine check-ups on the human realm always left Gwynn feeling either intrigued or confounded. These beings with their light up gadgets and societal problems, he claimed a good number of these things to be uneeded— his reference being that nobody in any of the other realms he’d visited needed them… and yet these humans claimed to not be able to function without them? It was likely a product of dependence over the years…

                               Such a sad thing, he thought as he walked. The icy chill of winter had touched these lands as well as his home’s. It was not snowing now, however blankets of pure white had spread itself like butter over the grounds. Hues of greyish green danced over the surroundings blanched with white and as small flurries of ice fell he held up his hand to catch them. It was rather late at night with the streetlights casting shadows over the snow which made it sparkle and gleam— there was something making it even brighter though. Something that caused the snow to really appear dazzling.

                                        A voice upon the wind that carried itself over the expanse of the immediate area. It was soft and aided in the twinkling idea of the snowfall. Somehow the voice sounded sullen… yet oh so soothing. Gwynn felt pressured to find the source of such a voice, his ears guiding him along as he walked over the frosty trail of cement. He turned his head this way and that to hear better, his silvery blond hair going from one shoulder to the other and spilling down to the middle of his back. 

                    — Finally, he was within sight of the singer whom appeared very sullen now that the wizard could see him. The looming sense of loneliness was apparent over the body and features of this fallen male, dare he take a few steps closer to help him? Often this man did not get involved in the endeavors of others… but he couldn’t just leave the sorrowful singer here to sulk. Gwynn walked over to the slumped body and lifted his head a little to look up at the overcast sky.

 ” I know the snow looks like a cloud, but it’s not as comfortable… nor as warm.” He spoke up, smiling sheepishly.

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                              It wasn't the beer that warmed him up it was himself. Beers were always refreshing regardless the weather -- but he had been cursed with the opposite the moment immortality was granted upon him. Able to feel the warm when it's too cold and only feel the cold when it's too warm ; in other words, his winter and his summer are the opposite. Ryan would feel cold during the summer and he would feel hot during the winter -- it had always been such way for God knows how many years had passed. It wasn't as if he didn't notice the albino walking passed him for a few times -- he made it as if he didn't since he never really cared. Only when said stranger decided to take a stop and stood next to him, eyed him then -- Ryan gave a menacing glance before pulling his beer bottles close to him. "Nope nope -- buy your own" 

                — [≑]; To patrol back and forth across the streets around the place taken by his gang was one of his most tedious tasks he was forced to do for the simple reason he had to wander around in this cold snowy weather he hated so much because it reminded him how much of a hairless creature he was. And you could clearly see him walking back and forth and around the block with his hands stuck in the pockets of his jacket with head burried into his scarf and a frown over his face. There wasn’t much to see around except for this man that had spent the night sitting in the snow drinking beer and after the fifth time he passed next to the man, he simply stood next to him, eyeing the beer that might warm him up due to the alcohol levels.

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i cannot focus on my reply so i'm going for bed vuv

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                                  And it wasn't anything unusual with a random homeless busker wearing thin summer clothing in the hasrh winter weather; to be sitting on the ground with people walking pass by him as if he was an invisible entity. Maybe -- he figured, maybe he was actually invisible -- he was after all a deity himself. But then again, he doubted it. Having to be cursed as a the God of poverty, it was never a fancy thing and he had nothing more to wish for himself except maybe death itself. Trances of thoughts were disturbed as a clattering noise broke into his peace. He looked to his front for what seemed like a device -- a phone perhaps. Layne looked around, finding a male walking passed him maybe just an infinitesimal amount of time before. "Hey -- oi! You drop your phone I think" The immortal called -- hoping he would hear him -- but if he didn't, then it would be his lost.  

        ___I’m gonna give you some T—E—R—R—I—B—L—E thrills___

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    "Hmm, hmmm, hmm~" Humming a rather annoying Disney song to himself, the male sent a text to his latest client, confirming another meeting tomorrow night. While he didn’t expect to have spent the entire day watching Disney movies to appease the elder gentleman he entertained today, the escort certainly wasn’t going to complain too much about it. Placing his phone in his pocket, he didn’t realize when it slipped from his back pocket and clattered to the floor as he kept walking.

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                             "Seriously, what the hell is wrong with this Beyonce" In all honesty, Ryan's a fan -- he'd been watching her even before she was born. But in regards of the latest album and  hence the music videos. Nope he cannot handle the fierce it was making him feeling nauseous. Probably he felt threatened by a certain diva. 

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"I'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ɢʜᴏsᴛɪɴɢ,         I'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ɢʜᴏsᴛɪɴɢ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ.                 Gʜᴏsᴛ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ,                           ɢʜᴏsᴛ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʀᴍs.

                         Wʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ���ᴏssɪɴɢ,                ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴜʀɴ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ sʟᴇᴇᴘ,        ɪᴛ's ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ I'ᴍ ɢʜᴏsᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs."

                             A new song, perhaps. But no one would bother would they. He sat with an old worn out acoustic guitar in his hand and his one boot on his side along with his pair of jade clappers. He was tired, and he certainly didn't like not being paid or given any attention as of lately. Lonely, perhaps that was what Ryan was feeling. Lonely, abandoned, and a-strayed -- he had missed his six other brothers and his sister, his family of immortals. Tieguai ge especially since he was the one who cursed him with such dreadful immortality -- and that too, never satisfied him. A sigh, and he ceased singing and flopped his side on the thinly layered snow covered pavement. Where his body met with the cold surface, the snow had easily melted. He had hated the winter, he couldn't feel the joy in cold. 

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wants to edit a christmas hat on ryan bb but just remembers that he's a taoist and he doesn't celebr8 christmas sdkg

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sancta-mater said:you dont see anything—— /nuzzles

;flops into u yeS sdkgjsdhg i shall make u an starter soon

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                            He groaned, rather bemused with the other's naivety. Seriously had he never been in school before. Ryan thought most kids in this generation wanted to burn down their schools or maybe assassinate their teachers or the likes -- though really compared to back then, children were very much pampered. "Ye ye. Back then schools were like prisons especially if the emperor finds out that you're a big nerd, he won't let you go, ever. We die you dumb ass! Of course I can't die. I'm the fucking God of Poverty I can never die" And no, he never liked his title as a supreme or a deity. His wish had been death all along although even being beheaded, death would never come and pick him up. Instead, he lives on. 

                               "Really?" His tone had a lilt towards the end, obviously tainted with curiosity. This was certainly different from what he had heard—whenever he watched children leave the school building, they always looked so happy! "How would you learn if they cut off your hands and gouged your eyeballs?" Sylvia is very concerned, obviously. 

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