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#double update to start with
totallynotcensorship · 2 months
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TAGS UPDATE(ALL OF THEM):
palestine is first on trending
jerusalem is 5th
social justice is 6th
and palestine news is 7th
meanwhile free palestine, gaza, free gaza, israel, jerusalem, colonialism, social justice, gaza strip, south africa, human rights, middle east, and rafah are trending.
i repeat, almost all the tags are trending
DON'T STOP TALKING ABOUT PALESTINE
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tangledinink · 7 months
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are you guys ready for a monday in which i do not publish any new fic for the first time in almost six months.
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rabbiteartrans · 6 months
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These bitches are so fucking gay and in love like the second Placehoder Dooley was established any possibility of them being "just friends" flew out the window
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bleaksqueak · 1 year
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Update day! Sort of! It’s slightly early, but whatcha gonna do?
Read from the start
New chapter begins here
Support production and pick up my brushes
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rose-tinted-vision · 3 months
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Tales from Tianji Manor
relationship: Di Feisheng/Fang Duobing/Li Lianhua
prev/read it on ao3/next
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double update today! To make up for not posting last week (⁠^⁠~⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ
Chapter 5
There were a few things that He Xiaohui noticed about her son's relationship within two months of their residence at her Manor.
One: Between the three of them, wherever Li Lianhua went, the other two would always follow.
If he went back to the Lotus Tower to nap, they would follow, bearing blankets and pillows from Xiaobao’s room. If he went to the kitchen, they would follow, with Xiaobao nagging all the way about the last dish that he made. If he decided to sit on the roof to stargaze, they would follow with drinks in hand.
They were like little ducklings, He Xiaohui decided. Trailing after Li Lianhua as one would after imprinting.
But it was probably also just for their own assurance, that he was still alive and with them. She knows how that feels, the all-engulfing panic that almost consumes a person is not one she would like to go through again.
She could not begrudge them for needing the comfort of seeing their loved one alive.
Two: Her son did not deal well with waking up alone.
The one time Xiaohua and A-Fei woke up before her son, he had nearly torn the room apart in his panic.
He Xiaohui only managed to catch a glimpse of him dashing across the courtyard in a flurry, yelling for Li Lianhua as he ran towards the Lotus Tower, leaving a horde of confused servants in his wake.
A-Fei had immediately flown over to intercept Xiaobao at his shout, sweeping up Xiaobao into his arms while muttering lowly to the other, a scene that had the servant girls blushing, averting their gazes from the couple.
He was soon followed by Li Lianhua, who'd looked as frenzied as Xiaobao had, evidently distressed by whatever was going on.
(The guilty expression on Li Lianhua's face did not go unnoticed by He Xiaohui.
There was a history there, she knows, Something that explained why her son suddenly developed abandonment issues.
But she would not pry. Her son was not a kid anymore, his relationship matters were not hers to meddle in. She trusted that they would work through it on their own).
Three: They shared clothes. More specifically, clothes made by Li Lianhua.
Something she had noticed when they returned to her Tianji Manor was that Xiaobao had not touched the wardrobe in his room at all. Robes made of the finest silk made by top notch seamstresses. And yet he had not returned to wearing any of those.
Instead, what He Xiaohui saw Xiaohua wearing one day would be worn by A-Fei a week later, and what Xiaobao wore one day would be worn by Xiaohua the next. It was as if they shared a wardrobe.
They probably did, all things considered, having been sharing such a small space together.
She had offered to buy them more robes and thus brought Xiaobao down to the market with her, bringing up their clothes sharing habit as casually as she could.
“Well, most of A-Fei’s old clothes were bought by Jiao Liqiao, so he does not want to wear those, and some of my old robes got quite battered so Li Lianhua helped me to patch those up,” Xiaobao said, barely sparing a glance to the dazzling array of clothes on display, “I guess we just started sharing clothes somewhere along the way.”
He Xiaohui takes this information in, tucks it away with the rest of the stuff she had gathered in her “Xiaobao's partners” folder.
“Xiaohua is skilled at sewing, then?” She asks, because there was a difference between being able to patch clothes up and being able to actually make robes.
(And well, she had also heard of Xiaohua’s infamous cooking skills. Knowing how to do something and being good at it were separate matters).
“He mentioned that he made his robes, so I suppose,” Xiaobao hums thoughtfully, before running off to a stand possessing rolls upon rolls of all sorts of cloths, “A-Fei would look good in this colour, don't you think? And this would suit that Si Li Lianhua.”
Chapter 6: an intermission
Fang Duobing is 16 when his xiaoyi returns from an expedition with a roughed up looking stranger. A weird, unkempt stranger.
His xiaoyi had introduced him as Zhan Yunfei, a name that Fang Duobing recognized. Though could hardly believe that the man standing before him really was the legendary Zhan Yunfei, master of the Wufeng sword.
Zhan Yunfei had been rumoured to be someone who cared very much about maintaining his pristine appearance, who never had a single strand of hair out of place, nary a wrinkle in his robes, his sword always kept perfectly polished.
The rumours did not match up with what he was seeing. This man who claimed to be Zhan Yunfei was neither neat nor tidy. His borrowed robes were worn carelessly, ill-fitting and wrinkled, and never had he once combed his hair, choosing to let it remain in its unruly nest.
Xiaoyi had claimed to have found him in the forest, barely clinging onto consciousness as he tried to fight her off.
(He very nearly did, his xiaoyi admits afterwards. She only narrowly managed to subdue him).
They had chosen to let Zhan Yunfei stay, with his xiaoyi pledging to take responsibility if he turned out to be a thief. Or conversely, if anything happened to the man under their care.
He had braely spoke to anyone during his recuperation period, under the excuse of meditation to regain his inner qi, coupled with his daily physical rehabilitation.
Fang Duobing, who had initially been excited at the prospect of being able to witness the Wufeng sword in action, had been sorely disappointed. Why was the healing process so slow? But Zhan Yunfei wasn't going anywhere, so he could wait it out, he supposes. His tutor had said that patience was a virtue, and the making of a good man.
(And he had heard the guards whispering that Zhan Yunfei had lost to his xiaoyi in bet- lost in a fight, so he had to stay).
He had been thrilled to learn that his xiaoyi, with his mother's approval, had appointed him as an official guardian of their Manor, where he could put his skills to good use. Yet another opportunity for him to watch the famed Wufeng sword in action!
It took a while, but Fang Duobing eventually got used to having Zhan Yunfei around.
The man would not give into his begging for stories of the jianghu, would not tell him stories about Li Xiangyi, and only responded to his xiaoyi.
But he did allow Fang Duobing to spar with him, dispensing curt but effective advice everytime he lost against him. (The score was now 315-0 in Zhan Yunfei’s favour, but Fang Duobing believed that his day would come. One day).
Fang Duobing knows that Brother Zhan did not approve of his insistence on joining the Baichuan Court, that the other man did not like the people there much- a story that Fang Duobing swore he would get out of him one day- but he did not stop him from attending their annual acceptance examinations either.
Year after year, Brother Zhan would be waiting at the back of the Manor where he snuck out from, radiating disapproval even as he asked if he really was sure of his choice.
Each year, Fang Duobing would respond with the same line.
“My shifu is definitely still alive. he's not dead. I'll join Baichuan Court and wait for him to come back.”
And every time, Brother Zhan would crack a slight smile at that line, allowing him to pass. It felt good to know that he was not the only one who believed that Li Xiangyi was not dead.
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northern-passage · 1 year
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i went through the whole merry search on your account and i can't believe people used to hate her? how do you not love a messy bitch who starts drama.............
sooo true, anon. unfortunately we live in a world where people hate women 😔 but i will say you're right, it's gotten a lot better recently. i think it has to do with a combination of me really curating my audience over the past year, and in general things are very different now compared to when i started in 2020. more genderlocked companions, more trans characters, and it's pretty common now for games to have poly romance options, as well as love interests that will pursue other characters if the player doesn't show interest in them. (the last 2 being things people really hated Merry for in the beginning)
people definitely still don't like it, but i think they are more of a loud minority now than the loud majority like they were previously. which has been a really nice change to see :-)
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yuzurins · 6 months
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okay so i’m getting humbled by my lessons and i don’t rlly have the time or motivation to consistently write and update to tell you the truth 😭 i’m rlly sorry it went on a hiatus unexpectedly but yeah after my math test tomorrow im on the grind!!! or maybe not tbh im disgustingly busy i hate this
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okay i’m gonna start tagging stuff about the project as “map updates” ! but! it looks like after my first divisions , the project is going to have 27 parts, including the intro
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charcoalstardust · 2 years
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got inspired by this prompt by @gingerly-writing and now i've got a new favorite duo to think about (and draw eheh)
nothing like some supervillain/journalist writing
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The sun was barely staring to rise, people were beginning to leave their homes for work, and Clement Thyme found himself power walking down the pathways to his workplace. He had a deadline to make and if he didn't get there early, he wouldn't be able to rush to finish the article before everyone else got there. He hadn't exactly slept or eaten anything, but he'd find time for that later! Maybe... Probably not.
There was just a shortcut through here, and...
"Hello there, dear."
Clement skidded to a halt and took a few steps back. Shit. Of course they'd be here. He took a deep breath and let out a sigh. Maybe he could get them to leave so he could continue on with his day.
"Please, please, leave me alone." It was a back alley and too late at night to gel with the journalist's rocky 6am start. The single streetlamp in the area spotlit the city's most dangerous supervillain, Alvah. Inconveniently, there was no one else here to help him get out of this situation. Great. Just great.
"Now, why would I do that?" Alvah was already closer to Clement than he wanted them to be, and they were circling around him like a hawk.
"It's early. I'm too tired for this. I know you never slip up on anything that might even slightly count as a scoop, but it stopped being a thrill to see you six months ago," he bluntly responded, "I don't know who the big main hero is under the mask, where she lives, who her family is, or anything about her. It's all just theories and speculation by everyone else that I'm asked to write down for the blog."
"But everything you write is so... Detailed," Alvah commented. They practically towered over him, and the way they were eyeballing him was making him more nervous by the second. "I'd say you're quite the little detective for someone who simply writes down "theories and speculation" for the news."
"Okay. Fine. I do look further into the details, but they're still just theories," he sighed and dragged a hand through his unwashed hair, wincing at the amount of grease that was trapped in it, "Look– if you're here to kidnap me, could you at least knock me out? I'd hopefully have reasonable grounds to miss my deadline that way. Could actually get some rest for once."
Alvah stepped away, looking surprisingly mortified. At least, if it was actually genuine. It was always hard to tell. "I didn't realize you weren't enjoying these little games. My apologies, dear. It's hard to remember that people aren't pawns when the whole world looks like one big chess game." They paused, then held out a hand with an apologetic smile. "Please, allow me to kidnap you to a comfortable bed so you can sleep in peace. As recompense."
Despite his exhaustion, Clement raised an eyebrow. Usually supervillains didn't care much about bystanders and innocents. Or really anyone that wasn't their ally. Not without some sort of ulterior motive. "Alright. What's the catch?"
Alvah's apologetic smile turned into a mischevious grin. "Oh, I do love when the humans know they're being manipulated. Makes it all the more interesting."
"It's not that hard to figure ou– Wait..." Clement stopped to think about what they had just said. "... "humans?" What does... Are you not–"
The journalist let out a yelp of surprise as he was swept off his feet and into Alvah's arms without so much as a single response to his query. Great. He really was being kidnapped this time. No heroes around to scare them off from doing so either!
"What? No knocking me out with magic powder or a solid hit?"
"I'd never lay a hand on you, dear," the supervillain purred, "Afterall, you are my favorite little journalist."
"Your... Favorite?" Clement's face turned red. He always assumed they just wanted information from him with how often they'd bother him... That would still be the case, right?
Alvah chuckled, which caused the journalist to try and cover his face with his jacket. This was not going how he expected it would have. If his coworkers ever found out, he'd never hear the end of it.
Hopefully this was good enough of a reason to miss his deadline...
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hopelesshawks · 5 months
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Nothing like reading a fic on ao3 and suddenly getting heavy sadomasochist and impact play in almost all of the smut scenes even though the smut tags were only “dom/sub”, “soft dom [insert character]”, and “sub [insert character]” to make me appreciate how well tagged/warned shit on tumblr is
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teruthecreator · 2 months
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i need to write tfs tomorrow
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tsukikoayanosuke · 9 months
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Awakening Gashadokuro - Ruikasa Week 2023
Day 1: Mythology
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Do you really want to die now?
Huh… Not really…
Kufufu… Be glad, mortal, for I’m gracious at the moment. Awaken now.
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When Rui opened his eyes, he didn’t know where he currently was. It looked like he was in a simple poor wooden house with its window closed. On the bedside table, he could see a tray of food he didn’t recognize. But he was quite hungry. Surely this is for him if it is placed here, right?
FoOd!
LeT’S EaT It!
GiMmE! GiMmE!
Taking a bite, Rui knows that it was a slice of raw meat. Strangely enough, he doesn’t seem to mind it. Perhaps he was too hungry to even think about it. There were a lot of questions in Rui’s head. Where is he now? How does he get here? Why is it so…loud?
StRaNgE PlAcE!
WhErE ArE We!
NeW KiD! NeW KiD!
Whose voice are those?
CaN We lEaVe nOoOoOwW…
I’M HuNgRy!
LeT’S RuIn tHiS PlAcE.
Why are they in his head?
I CaRvE ViOlEnCe…
HeY, nEw kId. LeT’S GeT OuT Of hErE.
WhErE’S ThE WaR?!
FiGhT! FiGhT! FiGhT!
Be quiet…
ChAoS! I WaNt cHaOs!
WhErE’S ThE FiGhT?! WhErE’S ThE WaR?!
BlOoD! BlOoD! BlOoD! BlOoD! BlOoD! BlOoD!
“SHUT UP!”
Someone held his hands that he never realized were covering his ears. He didn’t even realize that he was crying either. Through his blurry tears, he could see a blond boy with glasses, looking rather concerned but gentle. “Don’t listen to them,” he said. “Just breathe. Follow me.”
And Rui did, closing his eyes again, he breathed. In and out… In and out… Until the voices in his head calm down, barely above a whisper. He let out a sigh. “I’m okay now.”
“Good to know.” The boy smiled again. And that is when Rui notices the pair of tanuki ears on top of his head.
“You’re a tanuki…?”
“And you’re a Gashadokuro.”
“I’m…not?”
“I could see the guy above you.” Rui looked up and didn’t see anything, but he could feel a presence that was almost suffocating. “I’m guessing you had voices in your head?”
“How did you-”
“If seen someone like you before.” The boy sat on the side of his bed. “They made a deal with Gashadokuro and almost went insane from it.”
“A deal- Oh.” The first voice was from a Gashadokuro. “It asked if I want to die or not.” He turned to the blond boy again. “So, am I really dead?” But he didn’t even remember how he died.
“If it’ll help, I’m dead too,” the boy said. “Made a deal with a pair of tanuki and kitsune and here I am.”
“Who are you anyway?”
The boy grinned in an almost cheeky grin that Rui could imagine a tail popped out. “My name is Tenma Tsukasa. I found you in a nearby graveyard and brought you here.”
“So, you save me.” Rui pulled a cheeky smile. “I don’t have money on me. Can a kiss will be sufficient?”
Tsukasa let out a hiss with a blushing face. “Shame on you!”
Rui laughed, feeling light for the first time since he woke up. “But I thank you for saving me.”
Tsukasa sighed. “Not a problem. Just doing my job.”
“Your job is picking up dead people?”
“Well, let’s just say it’s a personal new purpose after death.” Tsukasa stood up and picked up a red umbrella that was on the table. He opened the umbrella and Rui could feel strong energy coming from Tsukasa. “One day, the Star Inn shall be known across the spirit and human world as a safe haven for lost souls. I still have a long way to go before I can make my name.”
“The Star Inn?”
Tsukasa gestured around the room. “This house can’t fit even two people. One day, I’ll get a new building.”
“How are you gonna do that?”
“Uh…” Tsukasa’s ears folded in embarrassment. “I haven’t thought about it.”
Rui chuckled. “Sound like an admirable ambition.” And it wasn’t a lie. He couldn’t remember his past life that well, but something about Tsukasa’s words pull something in his stilled-heart. To create a safe haven for lost souls…like him…
“Can I join?”
Tsukasa’s ears perked up again. “Huh?”
Rui stood up from the bed. “I want to join you. Four hands are better than two, right?”
Tsukasa’s ears folded again and Rui decided it was the cutest thing he had seen. “I-I wasn’t expecting that,” the tanuki said. He cleared his throat and stood up straight. “Well then,” he offered a hand, “welcome to the team, uh…”
Rui giggled and took Tsukasa’s hand, giving it a firm shake. “Kamishiro Rui, Pleasure to work with you.”
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lqfiles · 3 months
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i think that will be the last score that goal update for the year 2023 omg
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bleaksqueak · 2 months
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There's one weird page in chapter 3 where the coloring came out so weird, it looks like none of the other pages, and it drives me a little crazy. But, you know, whatever lol done is better than not-done. I have a huge buffer, I *really* should get to posting. I also want to get to posting bc (well, I want to, I like reading update comments more than you can know)...and bc I keep getting asks that have a few things that are quite literally in chapter 3, so I sit here looking at them, going (marge thinking sounds)
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Well, here, have two unrelated statements that look amusing put together.
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octoooo · 6 months
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Lmao at first this was about writing, then homework, now it’s just goofy I love this face
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Chilling in the void tonight
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hydrodragons · 4 months
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I GOT THIS RELIC WHICH ALLOWS ME TO SWITCH TO A CRIT DMG BODY PIECE FOR DAN HENG AND NOW HE HAS A BETTER CRIT RATIO RAHHHHHH
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