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mustangs-flames · 5 months
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Me designing htb Adam's alternate form: I'm just saying that I think it would be fun for him to be covered entirely in teeth and mouths so that he cannot help but devour everything and everyone he touches. Also he can run on all fours at 45 mph like a beast-
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thepurplewombat · 7 months
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Three years after the last time he saw Jiang Cheng, Wei Wuxian received a summons to Lotus Pier. The note found him and Lan Wangji out in the wilds of Qinghe where they have been hunting some form of beast. It had been terrorizing the local commoners and the Nie had not been doing enough, so Wei Wuxian had packed up Little Apple and dragged Lan Wangji on another wild adventure.
So far the wild adventure had consisted mostly of rain, mud, and sleeping in the dirt, with no sign of the beast and a number of surprisingly un-terrified villagers, so Wei Wuxian was about ready to put it down to wild rumor and head back to the Cloud Recesses. At which point he received the note from Jiang Cheng, and decided that he might as well see what his once-shidi wanted.
It wasn't that he didn't want to go back to Lotus Pier. For all that had happened after, it was still the first home Wei Wuxian had ever known and, when he let himself, he missed it with a fierceness that left him hollow. He just didn't let himself miss it often, because all that was in the past, and Wei Wuxian was focused on the present.
It took them several days to reach Lotus Pier, and when they got there, Jiang Cheng came storming out of his office like a thundercloud, glaring all the time. He looked thinner than the last time they had spoken, his cheekbones even more pronounced.
"Good," he snapped. "You're here. This way."
He led them through a rambling maze of corridors and open walkways that Wei Wuxian didn't remember - except he did remember, and it all smelled like home and loss and came to rest in a heavy weight in his belly where his nascent golden core spun and sparked merrily to itself. Jiang Cheng led them to the infirmary, where a young woman was lying on a bed.
"Is she alive?" Jiang Cheng asked.
Wei Wuxian looked at the woman, then at Jiang Cheng, his eyebrows climbing.
"Jiang Cheng, I'm not a -"
"You're the foremost expert on ghosts in the world, Wei Wuxian," Jiang Cheng interrupted him. "She was gored by a Soul Devouring Demon two weeks ago."
Wei Wuxian looked back at the girl, then took a careful step closer. The way she lay so still, her breath perfectly even...he reached out to touch her arm and feel for any traces of life.
"She eats, right?"
"She will swallow if someone feeds her, walk if someone leads her. If you leave her to herself she does nothing that a fierce corpse couldn't do, but I don't sense any resentful energy in her. I need to know if her soul is still...here...and if it can be restored."
"Well," Wei Wuxian said. "I can check, there are a few talismans I can look into...It's going to take a few hours."
"Good." Jiang Cheng turned to leave, then paused. "Thank you."
And then he was gone.
***
Jiang Cheng was doing paperwork when a runner came panting into his office, saying that Wei Wuxian wanted him. Jiang Cheng didn't run, because when sect leaders run sect members get uneasy, but he did walk slightly faster than was his wont.
When he got to the infirmary, he found Wei Wuxian looking tired, and Lan Wangji looking blank.
"Her soul's gone," Wei Wuxian reported quietly. "I've tried everything, Lan Wangji played Inquiry...there's nothing there. I'm sorry, Jiang Cheng."
Jiang Cheng nodded.
"Thank you, Wei Wuxian," he said again. "And...thank you for coming. I thought you would avoid Lotus Pier forever. It's good that you came home."
Wei Wuxian's eyes went wide and his mouth opened, but thank all the gods and ancestors for Lan Wangji, because he swept Wei Wuxian off to get some breakfast before Wei Wuxian could get emotions all over Jiang Cheng.
Once he was along, Jiang Cheng sighed and pressed his fingertips to the bridge of his nose. The little fool, what had she been thinking? Of course he knew what she was thinking - she was thinking that she owed a debt despite all they'd done to assure her otherwise, she was thinking that she had found a solution to the problem they'd been working on for three years, and she was thinking that it required a soulless body that yet lived.
And wouldn't you know it, there was a Soul Devouring Demon wandering the countryside, and wasn't it the Head Disciple''s duty to go after it.
"This is the last thing he would have wanted," he snapped at the slow-breathing corpse on the infirmary bed. "The last thing."
He could still remember when she had come to the Jiang, brought by Jin Guangyao under cover of night. One of his father's other bastards, Jin Guangyao had whispered once they had been private. It had been a year or more before Jin Guangshan had died, and nobody wanted to hand him a daughter to use and abuse the way he was already using Jin Guangyao. But her mother had died, and Jin Guangyao had had nowhere else to go. They'd been something close to friends by then, and Jin Guangyao knew that the Jiang were always ready to open their arms to a new disciple.
Nearly twenty years, Jiang Bao had been a member of his sect. In the last few years, as she'd grown into adulthood, she'd even become a friend.
And she loved her brother beyond reason. She'd told Jiang Cheng herself, how the small and smiling dark-eyed man had threatened the madame into giving her up when her mother had died with her contract unfulfilled, and brought her that same night to the door of the Jiang Clan of Yunmeng, where she was treated just like any of the other orphans Jiang Cheng had brought into his sect. Jiang Bao had believed that she owed Jin Guangyao her life, and now she had decided to pay the debt.
Jiang Cheng sighed again, and picked up the feather-light body to carry it away. Like all of Jin Guangshan's bastards, she was slim and short and lighter than she should have been - he wondered if Wei Wuxian's new body ran on nerves the same way Jin Guangyao and Jiang Bao did.
***
In the end the ritual was stupidly easy. The most complicated part was procuring a body - healthy with no wounds, yet soulless. Jiang Bao had so kindly provided, and left Jiang Cheng to either make use of her unwanted gift or squander it.
Jiang Cheng was no fool. He hadn't lived through the Sunshot Campaign and the lean years after the war by squandering opportunities. Wei Wuxian had checked for her soul and it was gone - but Jiang Cheng had known it was the moment the juniors brought her back, but he burned incense for her anyway. And he would carve her a tablet, not for the memorial hall because if all went well nobody would know that she was dead, but for his private shrine, where he kept the tablets for those the world would rather he not mourn. Wei Wuxian's tablet had stood there once. Jin Guangyao's stood there now.
Casting the ritual was a matter of scrawling some talismans, sacrificing some blood, and naturally having a soul handy to stuff into the body. That was the least of his problems, if he was being honest. Since he already had the soul and all - he wasn't about to let a man who had become family be tormented for a century, and it turned out that Nie Mingjue generated enough resentful energy to mast a quick and careful soul-syphoning spell.
He placed the softly glowing crystal over Jiang Bao's heart, and started channeling spiritual energy through it.
The crystal became bright, then brighter, until Jiang Cheng started to worry that the ritual was going to cost him his eyes as well as his head disciple, and then with a final flash like Zidian's power, the crystal cracked.
And Jiang Bao breathed deep, and screamed.
***
It took some time to get the newly reborn Jin Guangyao calmed down enough to have a conversation. The man was understandably distraught, and he'd been having a bad week even before he died, but he did eventually calm down.
Enough to glare at Jiang Cheng anyway.
"How could you let her do this?" he demanded, sitting on the edge of the altar table and gripping his knees as though holding on to them was the only thing stopping him from going for Jiang Cheng's throat. "I trusted you with her, Jiang Wanyin! My sister!"
Jiang Cheng could do nothing.
"I'd forbidden her from even considering it," he said. "She offered, repeatedly, and I said no, I said that you would rather stay dead than have your resurrection cost her life. So she went out and fed herself to a Soul Devouring Demon because she thought she owed you her life. Because, and I don't know if you've noticed this, you Jin are a bunch of stubborn assholes!"
Jin Guangyao sighed.
"Why did you even bring me back? I was supposed to be dead, Wanyin."
"Because you didn't deserve to die like that, and because I'm tired of letting go of people I care about."
Jin Guangyao looked up, just a flash of bright dark eyes under long lashes - it was truly amazing that nobody had ever seen the resemblance, but then again the Chief Cultivator and the Head Disciple of the Jiang had never had much cause to interact in public.
"I...Thank you, Jiang Cheng," he whispered. Then he took a deep breath. "How...how is Lan Xichen?"
"Still in seclusion," Jiang Cheng said gruffly. He'd thought they had been friends, at least. Over the years they had bonded over their friendship with Jin Guangyao, and he had to admit that it stung that Lan Xichen had refused to see him and sent his letters back unopened. "He's been refusing my messages. You know how he gets."
Jin Guangyao nodded. If there was anyone in the world who knew how the great Zewu-Jun got, it was the man who loved him more than anything.
"I'll send him a butterfly," he said. "You will have to put up with us cluttering up your sect for a while, I'm afraid."
"Don't be ridiculous," Jiang Cheng snapped before he could think. "You're staying, of course. I mean...if you want to - but I-"
"If you want me to stay," Jin Guangyao said, and smiled, "I will stay. And if Lan Xichen wishes to see me, he will come to see me here. Now let me get that butterfly sent. Did you know it's his birthday today?"
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twstinginthewind · 2 years
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https://twitter.com/anego_/status/1553872906127822849?s=21&t=m-mX-34kuNflU2EAdxfJYA
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My 1990s-poisoned brain, not running anything thru a translator bc I am the DW meme where things don't apply to me if I can't read: ah! They're a ska band that covers yacht rock!
Also me: .... five bucks says Floyd's playing Careless Whisper
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cctinsleykin · 1 year
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I don't know if this is how it works, but Yu-Gi-Oh is basically my blorbo-in-law
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starlightseq · 18 days
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this is silly.
inspo.
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eosofspades · 9 months
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i didn't have "i'm broken" teenage asexual angst i had "i'm literally being the only reasonable one about this concept and the rest of you are behaving like fucking freaks" perception issues
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cozylittleartblog · 2 months
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cant tell you how bad it feels to constantly tell other artists to come to tumblr, because its the last good website that isn't fucked up by spoonfeeding algorithms and AI bullshit and isn't based around meaningless likes
just to watch that all fall apart in the last year or so and especially the last two weeks
there's nowhere good to go anymore for artists.
edit - a lot of people are saying the tags are important so actually, you'll look at my tags.
#please dont delete your accounts because of the AI crap. your art deserves more than being lost like that #if you have a good PC please glaze or nightshade it. if you dont or it doesnt work with your style (like mine) please start watermarking #use a plain-ish font. make it your username. if people can't google what your watermark says and find ur account its not a good watermark #it needs to be central in the image - NOT on the canvas edges - and put it in multiple places if you are compelled #please dont stop posting your art because of this shit. we just have to hope regulations will come slamming down on these shitheads#in the next year or two and you want to have accounts to come back to. the world Needs real art #if we all leave that just makes more room for these scam artists to fill in with their soulless recycled garbage #improvise adapt overcome. it sucks but it is what it is for the moment. safeguard yourself as best you can without making #years of art from thousands of artists lost media. the digital world and art is too temporary to hastily click a Delete button out of spite
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mr-malumm · 2 months
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Stayed gone but vox narrates his passive aggressive insecure ass scrolling text from the bottom of his broadcast 👊💥📺
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stil-lindigo · 3 months
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I am so sorry to bother you with this stupid question, but Bisan has asked for a complete stop in economic activity. Can I still donate to help Palestinians or is it better to avoid any transactions for the week ? Thank you so much for what you're doing
hello anon. don't apologise, you're a breath of fresh air after the recent visitors in my inbox. I think a slightly more accurate description of Bisan’s ask is to stop or minimise all economic activity not in direct support of Palestine. Now more than ever, I would encourage people to donate to escape funds for Palestinians, to direct aid organisations like CareforGaza and the PCRF, and to buy e-sims as they’re running low.
Below I’ve compiled a list of resources below but this is definitely just a small sample size of what you can do to help during this strike. This post here is an extremely comprehensive resource that I’d recommend you have a look at.
credible organisations that are doing work on the ground in Palestine:
Care for Gaza:non-profit charity that distributes money, food and other resources directly to families in Gaza.They maintain a regular presence on Twitter and Instagram. You can donate to them via Paypal here.
PCRF / Palestine Children's Relief Fund: non-profit organisation that distributes essential food and resources to families in Gaza. Most recently, they delivered 30 tons of vital medicine, and 82,000 pounds of flour.
Medical Aid For Palestinians: deploys medical teams to treat Palestinians suffering under Israel's malicious bombardments.
Donate e-sims to Palestine: massive post with tutorials and relevant links, with discount codes included in the post and in the replies.
help people leave palestine (donate what you can)
Help a Family Evacuate Gaza (GoGetFunding)
Save Sanaa and her Family (Gofundme)
Save Amjad Saher and his family (Gofundme)
Help a family of 13 escape Gaza (Gofundme)
Help a Palestinian children's book illustrator save her family of 12 (Gofundme)
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wearenotjustnumbers2 · 3 months
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Reminder that Palestinians in Gaza are being deliberately starved by Israel. Families in gaza are boiling plant leaves and eating them. They're also eating animals and birds food to stay alive. There are reported cases of kids and infants who died out of hunger and/ or cold. Starving people is part of genocide too. Remember how fast medicine was provided for the Israeli hostages, while Palestinians are starving for food and water and getting operations and amputations performed with no medication or anesthesia whatsoever.
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zany to me how these um actually nihilists like to pretend that "um actually love/friendship/cooperation/kindness isn't real bc we evolved that way to benefit ourselves as a species..." um YES? that's also where tool use comes from? that's where cooking comes from? am i supposed to think social bonds & tool use & cooking aren't "real" because they evolved over time instead of appearing fully formed from the ether?
sorry u can't enjoy things. im a superior being twirling a fork in my bowl of delicious noodles whilst staring in adoration at the world
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pyxiscowboy · 2 months
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babe wake up new game changer ep dropped
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lazylittledragon · 4 months
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more domestics to warm the soul <33
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ambrosiagourmet · 3 months
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I think one of the biggest tragedies of Laios & Falin and their relationship is how much his actions impact her life. But like. Specifically how much they WOULDN’T impact her life as much if they weren’t both stuck in such a shitty abusive situation.
This part of the Falin-tries-makeup daydream hour comic is what got me thinking about it again because truly it just... it seems like such a like an offhand comment that I'm sure Laios didn't mean to be cruel or anything. That's just like. A little kid not thinking about what they are saying. ESPECIALLY when the kid in question is Laios.
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But man they depended on each other SO much as kids. Too much. It really feels like they didn't have any other source of positive reinforcement, or anyone else to share themselves with. So of course an offhand comment like that has a huge impact on Falin.
Or this little bit from one of the flashbacks:
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This tears me apart. Do you think it tears him apart to think about? I think it does. I think Laios holds every small failure to care for Falin against himself.
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And then there's the Bigger stuff. The way that him coping with his own trauma ended up impacting her.
Like his interest in monsters. Like him going to find a ghost, and accidentally revealing Falin's magic to the whole village in the process.
Like him needing to leave. And leaving her behind.
He shaped her life so much, and he carries so much guilt for it. And again, there should have been other people there to help. The same things that made Laios need to leave home are the things that made his leaving so hard on Falin. She ate alone after that. She shouldn't have had to eat alone just because Laios wasn't there.
She was 9 when he left for school, and he was 11.
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Nine. And Laios feels like he failed her because he didn't stand by her through this better. As an eleven year old.
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Both of these kids deserved so much better from the world.
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taffywabbit · 11 months
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reminding myself there are no truly "bad days", because every single day, someone somewhere in the world has taken a photo of an extremely tiny animal and shown it to someone else, and that's very good actually
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valeriapryanikova · 4 months
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This season, on Hermitcraft...
(speedpaint)
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