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deus-and-the-machina · 3 months

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I miss...giorno giovanna.

im thinking a lot about his complex role as a healer. his stand isn't meant to heal, he essentially brute forces it, which fits for the kind of person he is vs Josuke. furthermore, giorno is very self sacrificing in a very literal sense. he loses multiple body parts over the course of part 5 and just has to remake them. there's a ship of Theseus paradox here though I dont think THAT much of him was remade.

after the white album fight, mista tells him that their victory will be all of them surviving together as giorno once again tries to sacrifice himself. he takes this to heart, but soon afterwards its proven that this cannot always happen. His healing isn't enough. he can only give Bruno a little more time. and his reaction when bruno tells him this says everything.

Keeping everyone alive is his role, and he spends the early days of the part being given shit for being a newcomer, so having a solidified sense of usefulness only to have it swiped away so quickly when his stand cannot save his comrades is rough.

golden experience requiem is interesting in this context because its main purpose is protecting him from any and all harm. giorno has again, spent the entire part going through jojo typical levels of body horror, gore, etc, with the added benefit that he can remake limbs and chunks of flesh so they can do a lot worse to the part 5 cast and have them live. so in one sense, GER is a reward of sorts. he endured all that and his reward is never getting hurt again.

But at the same time, it's cruel irony that even with one of the most powerful stands in the world, its capabilities are on protecting him and no other. im sure that his enhanced capabilities make it easier of course, but the idea that he could still be too late will forever remain. whug.

#he was my icon for a hot minute in the past I remember #sorry I suddenly got hit with a rapid wave of remembering a past hyper fixation. giorno my beloved idc that people say hes boring think #about his actions and his powers please please please. and hes only my second favorite jojo lol #I also think an interesting aspect of him is how he DIDNT ever show a desire to be the boss in any way. he said 'gangstar' which is. vague #and just seems to be in the vein of 'responsible gangster helping their neighborhood' like his childhood hero but at every turn the #assumption is bruno being the leader and every time the idea of bruno leaving comes up giorno is greatly distressed. he actively plays #support hes the one lifting bruno up being THE main guy is not necessarily his desire but he has to be. it's his birthright. it was always #going to happen this way #jojo's bizarre adventure #giorno giovanna #jjba #vento aureo

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fala-alfredo-pasta · 1 year

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Didn't make anything for Valentine's Day but remembered that I had yet to post my piece for the Danganronpa Rare Pair zine. So happy v-day to all the Oumaeda shippers out there💜💚

#danganronpa #nagito komaeda #kokichi ouma #oumaeda #komaeda nagito #ouma kokichi #danganronpa goodbye despair #danganronpa v3 #my art #a e i o queue #i had lore for this au lol #not sure how much of it I remember now but the vague idea was that #nagito is king of a kingdom said to have been blessed with the finest #riches and resources--bustling with life and happiness #that is until absolute misfortune befell the kingdom #and all that remained of it were ruins and a king surrounded by riches #on a thrown of death and loneliness--having been abandoned by all the kingdoms citizens #the rumors of such kingdom become the stuff of urban legend and decades later #a lowly peasant with big dreams of being in charge--nothing better to do--and perhaps #evading the law--puts on a disguise & decides why not? Lets see if this place is legit #and perhaps from sheer dumb luck he happens to find it and the sleeping lonely king within #theres more to this au now that its coming back to me but the tags are getting long :p

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aardvaark · 2 years

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obsessed w the episode of Bones where they’re telling some wealthy lady with a mini pomeranian that her ex husband is dead and she starts crying and instead of offering any kind of comfort, brennan just takes the dog off her and happily exclaims (and this is verbatim) "he’s so compact!!"

#bones tv #temperance brennan #i don’t think there’s much of a bones fandom on here which is why i haven’t posted abt it #emily deschanel #sometimes bones is too copaganda for me and sometimes bones is like ‘ah shit the government committed murder again’#mostly i just appreciate that it’s early 2000s and one of the main characters is a canonically bisexual woman of colour #(angela i mean)#and the main main character is a genius anthropologist woman who is HEAVILY autistic coded #still at its core it’s very 2006 with it’s often vaguely liberal but mostly centrist stances portrayed #though sometimes it’s wild w like. extremely pro legalising marijuana attitude in one ep i remember #and then another ep is weirdly pro death penalty #incredibly strange political alignments and also ghosts just randomly canonically exist #no idea what to make of all that #let’s just say i certainly watch it critically like with any other media #edit for tags: i said angela was bi but i’m p sure in canon she says she has no label so im sorry abt that. i meant she dates men and women

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monotone-artist · 1 month

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[pls dont tag as ship]

i think amy is one of the few people shadow would actually tolerate being near him, let alone touching him

[id: digital drawing of shadow the hedgehog and amy rose. shadow is wearing an open leather jacket with a maroon shirt and jeans torn at the knees. he has a square-shaped notch in one ear. amy is wearing a dress with a striped skirt colored cream-white-black-blue-red, a blue shirt, and a striped blue shawl with a red ribbon on it. she also has an eyebrow piercing, a couple earrings, and an industrial piercing.

shadow is sitting cross-legged on the floor, a phone with a red case in his hand. however, even as he's facing forward his attention is on amy, who's sitting on a stool behind him, braiding his quills. he's got an eyebrow raised and is trying really hard to not smile as she animatedly talks, gesticulating with her free hand. text pointing to her reads, "gossiping about Sonic." end id]

#monotoneart #sonic the hedgehog #sonic #shadow the hedgehog #amy rose #yall i am so happy with how amy's design ended up u have no idea sdfjhsdf #i kindaa tried to be more closer to her original dress at first but i decided i hated it.#also i decided to punch a hole into shadow's ear to parallel with sonic's / imply he probably had a tag in it once #shadow seems to have a habit of running into his own clones from what ive seen??#so i like to think it's a pretty small yet easy way to identify who is the real shadow #...there seem to be a lot of shadow clones now that i think about it #though to be fair im pretty sure everybody has at least several clones of themselves #idk i only vaguely remember sonic lore and mostly what i currently know is what ive seen in the fandubs o_o #i specifically recall there being a tails doll and little 10 year old me was a little freaked out by it #but i digress :))

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chocomars · 2 years

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CODY

Inspired by @hikime’s piece of Cody holding his own sunbursts!

#this is NOTHING like what hikime did #tbh i have no idea what /i/ did #but i saw hikime’s cody glowy eyes and went ‘OH this is awakening something in me’#also vaguely remembering that demigod cody fic i read some months ago #commander cody #the clone wars #star wars #star wars the clone wars #swtcw #marsdraws #marsrb

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sea-buns · 4 months

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Forgive me if I'm a bit nervous about Gorgug this season. It's just that the last Zac Oyama pc was Colin Provolone, who was arguably one of his greatest D20 performances, if not the greatest.

Zac always does great with every pc he plays, but Colin was something else. He came out swinging with actions and words that were teeming with unspoken emotional baggage. The way Colin's presence affected the other pcs; there was this level of depth that I don't think I've seen in any of his other characters. It was understated and quiet in that signature "just a guy" way that he tends to be, while still captivating everyone instantly with just how raw it was.

Not to say we haven't seen emotional depth in Gorgug. It's just that, compared to the other Bad Kids, Gorgug's journey and progression as a character has been very... impersonal? Like, yes, he found his birth parents, and he found friends who appreciate him, and he faced his insecurities about his intelligence, and he navigated relationship troubles, and his trial through the claustrophobic bug-tunnels was a horrifically-uncanny parallel to how he's spent his entire life trying to make himself as small as possible.

But how much of that has actually changed him from the Gorgug we started with? I would agree that he's definitely happier with his life, given all the loving and supportive people that have been added to it when it used to be just him and his parents. And he's certainly grown into himself and become more self-assured in his abilities, even if he's still, and always will be, our anxious little guy. And there's nothing wrong with that. I've always liked how Gorgug was a representation of all the little things. The subtle acts and kindnesses that don't seem like much to most, but to some are everything.

We don't need another Bad Kid living in fear that their mouth could be shit-in at any moment. We've already got one-too-many.

All that being said, I just feel like Gorgug's personal story beats are much easier to sweep under the rug than everyone else's. He has the same soft and understated quality that Colin held, but they lack that extra oomph that pushed Colin over the edge from being just another guy in a series of dudes, to a character that the vast majority of us could not get out of our heads. He took someone who was anxious and softspoken, who ultimately never wanted to be violent— someone who is remarkably similar to Gorgug in many ways— and maintained that demeanor and core in Colin's character while still hitting us in the feels with character development at max velocity at every turn.

I think Zac gets better and better at this with every season that goes by. With each new character, there is always something that leaves me stunned in awe. And it's been, what, three? Four years since we last saw Gorgug?

I'm just,,, I'm cautiously optimistic but also going into a bit of a worry about what violence this man may inflict upon us

#i got SO carried away LMAO #i dont think ive ever written any posts about gorgug specifically #i made a lot about colin. and some about pib. and some more about zacs performances in general.#but never anything gorgug-focused. i just wasnt on tumblr at those other times that hed been on my mind like this #you can tell i still couldnt resist talking about colin lol #he was just so fucking good. a fantastic character all around. i cant imagine a better example to get my point across than him #when i do posts like this its all very much just me taking a vague idea and working with whatever comes out in the moment #so when i tell you i very much did not plan to get lost in the counterargument and had to stop for a second to remember what my point was #my point still stands but so does everything else #you dont realize it. how similar gorgug and colin really are. or how metaphorical the bug tunnel was.#or how gorgug IS the epitome of little details. small acts. quiet rights and wrongs. the faint causes and the even subtler effects.#u dont truly realize it until youre writing it yourself in a free flow fugue state and it all comes to a halt cuz youve blown your own mind #anyway i love gorgug and i love zac pcs and i hope this post makes sense cuz finding the right words was fucking hard hah #dimension 20 #d20 #fantasy high #fantasy high junior year #fhjy #fantasy high sophomore year #fhsy #gorgug thistlespring #the ravening war #trw #colin provolone #zac oyama

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 1 year

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yknow something i really love about WH so far is that i really, truly, have no idea what the fuck is going on. like i can theorize and speculate on the Scrumptious little crumbs we have so far, but looking at it as a whole and the info/hints sprinkled everywhere. man i cannot guess where this is going to go lmao

#im so so so so excited #i have a feeling its all eventually gonna slot together like a tasty little trauma puzzle #but for now. wow. no clue!#every time i think i have a vague thought i remember a tidbit that blasts it into oblivion #which makes absolute sense since its barely started #but still it amuses me. trying to cobble together a coherent idea is like trying to think during a migraine aura #but fun and nonpainful!#it makes even me more interested in wh honestly #like a carrot dangled in front of a horse #is that the saying??? fuck if i know!#welcome home #also the fact that a big content warning for future wh stuff is gore...#the part of me that just wants the puppets to be safe and happy is terrified #the part of me that fuckin LOVES gore and traumatizing characters is going buck wild

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poohsources · 1 year

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🐝 * ― 𝑷𝑳𝑶𝑻𝑺 𝑰𝑵𝑺𝑷𝑰𝑹𝑬𝑫 𝑩𝒀 𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑵𝑬𝒀 𝑴𝑶𝑽𝑰𝑬𝑺 𝑷𝑻 𝑰. ( these are made to work in either a platonic or romantic context, whatever works best for you. feel free to expand on them. )

THE LION KING ― [ muse a ] and [ muse b ] are childhood best friends. they used to spend almost every day together until [ muse a ] had to leave town and has never come back since. one day, [ muse b ] comes looking for [ muse a ] because of some trouble at home. although it took some time, [ muse b ] finally finds [ muse a ], but [ muse a ] doesn't want to come back. [ muse a ] explains to [ muse b ] what happened all those years ago that made them leave their home; and that this is the reason why they can never come back. [ muse b ] is surprised by that, but still determined to get [ muse a ] to come with them because now that they finally have them back in their life, they don't want them to be gone again.

THE LITTLE MERMAID ― [ muse a ] and [ muse b ] metaphorically are from different worlds. [ muse a ] has been fascinated by [ muse b ]'s world and their differences for a long time, while [ muse b ] has no idea [ muse a ] even exists. this changes when [ muse b ] gets into a life-threatening situation and [ muse a ] who happens to be there at the time saves them. however, [ muse a ] leaves before [ muse b ] can see them, and although [ muse b ] has no recollection of that moment, they wish to find who has saved their life. meanwhile, [ muse a ] is unable to forget about [ muse b ] which leads to them going back to [ muse b ]'s world, hoping to overcome their many differences and get [ muse b ] to like them in the short amount of time [ muse a ] has before they have to go back to their world.

ALADDIN ― [ muse a ] is a rich person from a wealthy and influential family, while [ muse b ] is a poor person who has had to take care of themself since they were a child. randomly, [ muse a ] and [ muse b ] paths cross and they find an immediate connection between them. but since they are from such different backgrounds, they can't be together. this results in [ muse b ] pretending to be somebody else, someone worthy of being around [ muse a ]. surprisingly, they are able to fool everyone with this scheme ... everyone except [ muse a ].

CINDERELLA ― [ muse a ] hasn't always had it easy living with their last remaining relatives who treated them like dirt. but everything changes one evening when they sneak out to a masquerade party hosted by [ muse b ]. they start talking and have a generally good time, but when [ muse a ] notices their time is over, they have to leave [ muse b ] without another word, and without ever telling them who they are. in their haste, [ muse a ] leaves behind one item that will eventually help [ muse b ] to find them. so [ muse b ], determined to figure out who [ muse a ] is, goes off in search of them until finally the item [ muse a ] has lost brings the two of them back together.

#plot bunny #rp plots #plot ideas #indie rp plots #rp resources #rph #type: plots #( honestly these are only vaguely based on what i remember about the movies )#( and changed / broken down to work as plots for many different characters )#( so they may not be 100% accurate to the source material )#( but i guess that's what makes that fun in the first place )

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zishuge · 5 months

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Today I gave myself feels thinking about Fang Duobing, Di Feisheng, and Hulijing moving on and aging in a world without Li Lianhua. A world where Li Lianhua isn't there — but then again, he is there, in Lianhualou, and in the townspeople who flock to it, bearing gifts for the miracle doctor who once saved a life, fixed a roof, exposed a conman, comforted a child. Young Fang Duobing used to want to know every little detail about his hero, Li Xiangyi. Now Fang Duobing wants to know every detail about his beloved friend, Li Lianhua. The years pass and fewer people come. But if they remember him, Li Lianhua lives on.

(long post, half meta, half fic, bittersweet)

They travel together, with Hulijing, in Lianhualou. Fang Duobing has nothing better to do, so he takes up detective work again. Di Feisheng has nothing better to do, so he comes along. Everywhere they go, they look for Li Lianhua. And in their journeys, it seems like everywhere they go, someone is talking about Li Xiangyi. Li Xiangyi, who had always been something of a legend, but ever since his reappearance and subsequent (re)disappearance, has seemingly been elevated into something approaching godhood.

you should've seen him, people say, floating across the rooftops in red, cold and beautiful, like an avenging hero out of some novel. wasn't he dead? no — of course he wasn't, li xiangyi would never have been so easily killed. but it was bicha poison, i heard nobody could survive bicha poison. yes, he was definitely dead, and came back to life through dark magic. no, he'd been alive the whole time, just held captive by di feisheng. he tried to kill his shixiong ten years ago and failed, and came back to finish the job. no, his shixiong tried to kill the emperor and li xiangyi came to stop him. the emperor? impossible. yes — don't you know, li xiangyi is the emperor's long-lost son?

All of it only amuses Di Feisheng, but it irks Fang Duobing. The same Fang Duobing, who, when he was younger, would've hungered for every little detail about Li Xiangyi and begged to hear more, now finds it maddening to listen to these strangers talk about him as if they knew him. The world might have known Li Xiangyi, but it had never known Li Lianhua.

Li Lianhua, who could wield Shaoshi like it was a natural extension of his arm, but regularly cut his fingers clumsily slicing radishes and onions. Li Lianhua, who would invariably try to shrug off an attack of bicha poison, but yelped and jumped back from hot oil splatters in the kitchen like a child. Li Lianhua, who frowned when a passing carriage splashed mud onto his robes, but knelt carelessly into the dirt and grass to play with Hulijing.

None of them knew any of that.

But as Fang Duobing and Di Feisheng continue their travels, they begin to encounter other people as well. People who come running when they see Lianhualou in the distance tottering their way. People who come bearing gifts — a woman looking for the shenyi who had helped her with her back pain and also exposed the con artist who had tried to trick her daughter into marriage. A young man coming to thank the doctor who had given his father herbs for stress while uncovering the corrupt official who had falsely accused him of theft. An elderly couple looking for the young man who had helped them thatch their roof before a rainstorm and had given them some medicinal cream before he left. (One middle-aged man with a club, looking for the wangba quack doctor who had exposed his infidelity to his wife — he had left after one look at Di Feisheng, standing silently in the doorway with his arms folded across his chest and dao strapped across his back.) People who greet Hulijing like an old friend.

Fang Duobing listens eagerly to every story they tell him, and in return, he tells them about his brilliant, kind, exasperating friend. Di Feisheng rolls his eyes every time, but Fang Duobing notices he never walks away either. They don't talk about it. But it’s as if Li Lianhua returns, however briefly, during those visits; in those moments, Fang Duobing can almost see him standing there, bending down to pet Hulijing alongside these old friends as she grins her little doggy grin and wags her tail. She escorts their guests to the door, and sits in the doorway after they leave, looking out at the world as though waiting. He doesn't ask if Di Feisheng can see him too. They sit and share wine after these visits, and eat the fruit that the visitors bring, until Di Feisheng can stand the heavy silence no longer and pushes Fang Duobing outside to spar. Hulijing follows faithfully, as always.

(fang duobing had brought home a puppy, once. he can't remember where he found it, but he remembers that he had held it in his lap in his wheelchair, eager to show it to his uncle before taking it home to his mother. his uncle had glared, and told him that dogs were only useful to guard the house, and tianji manor already had guards, human ones, and that fang duobing would do better to focus on his swordplay rather than waste time on such useless and frivolous things. he had taken the puppy away and fang duobing had never seen it again. it wasn't until those blurry months as he rode across the countryside looking for li lianhua, hulijing trotting along ever so loyally at his side, that he realized this was just another way that shan gudao and li xiangyi were opposites.)

The years pass, and there are fewer and fewer people who come. One day Fang Duobing wakes up with the unbearable realization that he is now older than Li Lianhua had ever been, would ever be, and is unable to get out of bed for a good half a shichen. Di Feisheng leaves him be.

The years pass, and Di Feisheng grows older too. There are lines on his face, snowy white beginning to thread through his jet-black hair. Fang Duobing wants very much to tease him about it, but the words catch in his throat when he looks too closely at the signs of time on Di Feisheng's face. What a precious and altogether rare thing it is, to age.

The years pass, and Hulijing grows older too. Fang Duobing finds that more and more often, Hulijing can no longer keep up with him when he goes riding. He stops going riding. She gets cold more easily now too, and more and more often Fang Duobing wakes in the morning with Hulijing curled up under the covers next to him, her wet nose shoved into his armpit. He holds her close and thinks about Li Lianhua shivering in his arms.

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It's been nearly a year since their last visitor, but today there is an old man. He comes in the morning, bringing a basket of plums. A long time ago, he says, a young man who lived here saved my life. I had been poisoned, he says, by my son who wanted my money and my lands. The doctors said there was no cure. But then the young man came and performed a miracle. He saved my life. He saved my life.

Fang Duobing knows it was no miracle that saved him. He asks for the old man's hand and it is given readily, albeit bemusedly. He presses his fingers to the inside of the man's wrist, and is greeted with a whisper-faint, gentle thrum of yangzhouman — a soft hello from a much-beloved friend. You fool, he thinks dazedly, caught somewhere between overwhelmed that here is someone, inside whom a piece of Li Lianhua lives on, and so bitterly angry. What had it cost? Some hours, days, weeks? He doesn't let himself think of what another week might have afforded them in those wild final days, in their desperate search for a cure. Fang Duobing gives the old man back his hand and blinks back the sting of tears. He cannot talk about Li Lianhua today. He apologizes and tells him that the man he is looking for is traveling and won't be back for a few days, but that Fang-mou will pass on the message. Before he leaves, the man leans down to rub at Hulijing's ear. My old friend, he says, like me, you, too, are truly old now.

After the man leaves, Fang Duobing folds himself into a sit on the floor of Lianhualou and gathers Hulijing into his arms. Gently — her joints are stiff now, and he can't haul her around, can't roughhouse with her the way he used to. Di Feisheng comes down the stairs from where he had been listening; he stands behind Fang Duobing and places a warm, steady hand on his shoulder. At the edge of his vision, near the door, Fang Duobing can see the hazy hem of green robes. If he looks up, he wonders brokenly, what would he see? The face of a man forever frozen in youth? Or a face lined with age, snowy white beginning to thread through jet-black hair? He suddenly finds that he cannot bear to find out.

Fang Duobing knows. He knows that the myth and the outlandish rumors about proud, arrogant, beautiful Li Xiangyi will never die. But he also knows that one day, there will be no one else who comes to Lianhualou; no one left who remembers gentle, sly, infuriating Li Lianhua. One day, the old man will pass on and the piece of Li Lianhua that he carries with him will fade as well. And one day… Fang Duobing presses his forehead against the soft fur of Hulijing's neck where it has gone white and thin with age. He closes his eyes and breathes.

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Years and years and years later, Fang Duobing is awakened from where he has fallen into a light doze reading in his chair by a soft knock on the door. There is a woman standing outside, holding a small basket of pears. I think I remember this building, she says. I must've only been six years old, but I had run off and lost my parents. I fell down in the street and skinned my knees. A kind gege helped me and gave me a piece of candy. He said he would walk me home but I said I didn't know whether I should tell him where I lived. He laughed and asked if it would help if I knew where he lived. He pointed to the most fantastical and wild house I had ever seen. I think it was this place. Xiansheng, does he live here? Who was he? Do you know him?

Fang Duobing smiles and invites her inside. On the bed, the small white dog that Di Feisheng has named, ridiculously, Baigujing, raises her head and thumps her tail a few times in hello. Di Feisheng looks up from where he is writing a letter at the table. Fang Duobing leads the woman over and waves at her to sit down. He sits across from her, ignoring Di Feisheng's eyeroll, and offers her a piece of candy. He always keeps candy around. Fang Duobing smiles once more and says, if you'd like to know — there is so much I would like to tell you.

#i just... the idea that xiaobao just wants li lianhua to live in any way he can #if he can't live on in reality xiaobao will make damn sure he lives on in someone's memory #something something you die a second death when there is no one left to remember you something something legacy #one day there will only be fang duobing and di feisheng #fang duobing who was li lianhua's friend #and di feisheng who was li xiangyi's equal #but it is not this day #i hurt myself #mysterious lotus casebook #cw: pet death #it's only very vaguely mplied but just in case #my ramblings #how long does transferred inner power stay in someone else's body? *shrug*#that's probably not how the force works #i write economic research for a living why am i suddenly writing mlc fic i haven't written fic in 10 years THE BRAINROT IT IS REAL #in my mind these are simple townspeople not caught up on jianghu things & thus never knew that li lianhua was li xiangyi - whoever that is #baigujing is “white bone spirit” from journey to the west bc i thought di feisheng would find it funny #but did journey to the west even exist yet in lhl time? probably not? IDK i'm uncultured.

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