#not spellchecking

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I stared at your name for too long and thought it said "spellehecker" and I laughed a bit b/c thought it was ironic and funny, but then I realized my eyes were messing with me and your name was indeed spelt correctly. Now im just confused on how I hallucinated an e

And I'm confused on how you hallucinated an er

It's just spellcheck

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50 posts!

I thought this would come sooner lol

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They would be one of my favourite unhinged gimmick blogs

met a new kinda guy on twitter today

[moltenwrites]

You’d think as a writer I’d be good at spelling. You’d think.

[hasdrubal-gisco]

finally watched barbie last night. i think it was refreshing to see gerwig's exploration of population exchange in europe during the chalcolithic age. barbies are clearly coded to be early european farmers, living in a comfortable yet stagnant environment of europe at the tail end of the ice age, with a culture revolving around female fertility (notice the second character introduced is a pregnant barbie). the second sequence shows up ken(gosling)'s enterance into the story on beach, mirroring the arrival of western steppe herder cultures as glaciers in europe retreated.

once barbie and ken venture into the "real world" (prohpetic vision of the bronze age), ken adopts advanced technologies like the horse (horse), patriatrchy (worship of a male solar deity), and cars (the wheel, expoundable into the horse-driven chariot). his donning of the fringe jacket and cowboy hat stir within the audience a yearning for westward expansion, from the pontic steppe through the pannonian basin and beyond.

ken transforming barbieland into the kendom mirrors the replacement of early european farmer (vinča, varna cultures etc.) with corded ware and bell beaker cultures, settled iterations of the kens' previously pastoral culture. the only barbie not assimilated into the new cultral zeitgeist is weird barbie (basques), herself a cultural isolate even compared to other barbies pre-invasion.

the final battle scene between the two ken factions places particular focus on archery, hallmark of the mongol civilization, which was the last of the steppe invasions of europe. notice in this situation, gerwig's bravery in correctly having ken (asian) represent the kingdom of hungary (asian), whereas ken (gosling) is of course the ever-lasting scythian spirit emanating from the steppe. some scholars have suggested the light-blue void where the last battle takes place to be a metaphor tengri.

some other stuff happened as well but i didn't really get how that fit into the greater story i guess. what was the deal with the old jewish lady LOL !

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This is why I'm here

googledocs you are getting awfully uppity for something that can’t differentiate between “its” and “it’s” correctly

[androdragynous]

on the topic of art fight tips my primary one is remember it is for fun.

that means there's no restriction on art quality. it means you can do as much or as little as you want. it means you can choose to only receive art or only give art. it means you can spectate and not do anything at all.

a lot of people burn themselves out each year trying to pass a standard that they feel there Should Be, but there isn't. you're allowed to just do the fun parts even if you feel like you "could" do more. you don't have a work obligation for drawing free stuff for people. it's literally fine. you can just enjoy it.

[so-i-did-this-thing]

I have been feeling increasingly gaslit by how many words my spellchecker/autocomplete seems to no longer recognize. Even when I manage to spell the word correctly, it's as if it doesn't exist. All very strange - I've had to check the dictionary again as if it's 1999. But, no, the words are there!

I'm guessing AI nonsense has crept into spellcheck. Need to start a list of the words it believes are figments of my imagination. "Capitulated" was one earlier.

I'm a man with a bad short-term memory + a speech impediment where I often say the wrong word without realizing it, and having to triple check what I write to scan for hallucinations is doing a number on my brain. Text *used* to be where I could achieve communication fluency easily.

Just... entire swathes of vocabulary, no longer recognized! It's infuriating as someone who gets flustered by imprecise language, and now doubly so when his technology implies the words he's depended on are not real!

[the-obey-rot]

can we get the obey me characters with an mc who’s super oblivious to their advances ? like they’ll try to flirt and mc will have no idea that they’re being serious unless they outright tell mc that they’re interested LMAO if that’s too much, can you please do the brothers instead? :)

Yes you can! I love this. And don't worry, I don't mind writing for everyone!

Below the cut, this is a lot longer then I first planned lmao

Diavolo

He'd be fairly direct already with flirting, calling Mc cute and saying how much he likes to spend time together.

When it doesn't work, he decides to only dance with Mc at balls and starts to get them romantic gifts, a necklace with a D, flowers, stuffed bears with hearts.

Eventually he just gives up, this happens after he straight up gave Mc a heart shaped box of chocolate with the text on it "for my love".

He would take Mc to the gardens, hold them by their arms, look straight into their eyes and go "Mc, I've been in love with you for so long, what must I do to have you love me?" and Mc just kinda blanks as it hits them. "oh...I already do...."

Barbatos

He'd be a subtle flirt, picking out the best pieces of a cake for Mc, remembering their favorite flavors and teas.

Probably realized that wasn't working quite quickly and so, after a lot of debating himself, he requests to have a day off every other week. He'd take that day to spend it with Mc. He'd still play butler too much tho, basically just replacing his Diavolo work with Mc work, but instead of the work reminders and the annoyance he'd adress Mc with a fondness he hasn't shown anyone before.

It takes him a while to realize himself how he's been acting like a butler instead of a lover, but once he does he would take Mc on proper dates, Mc doesn't realize they're actual dates until Barbatos goes "Thank you for being my love" and Mc has to genuinely ask "what do you mean? We're friends" and Babatos let's out a subtle chuckle "I suppose I didn't ask you to be my partner properly, my apologies dear"

Lucifer

He'd be wayyyyyy too subtle, he'd just compliment Mc slightly more the usual, which doesn't work, so he slowly goes from simple "I like your hair this way" and "you did well with the cooking" to "you look like someone I'd fall in love with Mc" and "I would spend the rest of eternity eating your food if I could"

And Mc? Oblivious little shit, it does not work.

After a while of this Lucifer starts to invite Mc to do things as just the two of them, they're simple and soft, listening to a cursed record, sharing a bottle of demonus, just talking deep into the night regardless of him knowing he needs the sleep.

Lucifer after a while decides he should just make it clear, but still refuses to outright state it. He'd take Mc on a picnic date to earth, at the end Mc thanks him for the wonderful time and how they should do that with the others some time, Lucifer slowly whispers "Why won't you accept my love" and Mc looks at him, asking him to repeat himself, he stands up, cupping their cheeck and gently kisses them.

Mammon

This is torture for everyone else. "my human" "I'm their first" "they're my servant!", ofcourse Mc wouldn't realize the idiot was flirting.

So then he gets clingy, holding their hand, staying close, touching them whenever he can to make clear to everyone else Mc is his. And ofcourse he smothers them in all gifts that remind him of them.

His brothers are getting tired of the constant talking about Mc being his and the way he keeps finding excuses to hold Mc. So they set up a date for them, they tell both Mc and Mammon about how they're going to a restaurant as a group, but before leaving Lucifer presses Goldie into Mammon hand "If I learn you spend money on anything other then her Cerberus will eat your card.", Mammon is confused but ofcourse agrees, not even realizing his brothers leave the moment he gets to the waitress stand.

Mammon gets seated at a 2 person table, Mc arrives just a bit later, confused where the others are. But the two of them have a wonderful time, at the end, Mc tries to have the bill split, thinking Mammon would make her pay otherwise, they're in shock almost to see Mammon pay for them, as the server says they're a cute couple Mc then tries to object, but Mammon answers first "ofcourse we are, they're half of it", once outside Mc asks Mammon what he ment with it "you're my human, no one else's.", Mc finally realizes and giggles, giving him a soft cheeck kiss "you could've told me you loved me before all this"

Leviathan

It was a huge step already being allowed to just vibe in his room, so even if he was crushing he wouldn't flirt. He just keeps saying "us" any time Mc and him watch an anime with a couple, but Mc ofcourse loves slow burns, so Levi keeps saying it when Mc still perceives the characters as just friends.

After a while of Mc not rejecting the idea to Levi he will get just ever so slightly bolder, as they watch a new anime he would have a bowl of popcorn and purposefully reach out for popcorn at the same time as Mc and he'll be all flustered about doing it which makes Mc assume they did something wrong.

Ofcourse they keep watching anime and reading manga. Leviathan doing the occasional trope to try and get Mc`s attention, which usually just gets him all flustered and Mc confused. And eventually Levi trusts Mc with is TSL fanfiction.

The fanfiction is the usual self insert AU, expect that there's a character with a name who gets nicknamed M.C. who wasn't part of the series originally and who ends up with Leviathans character. Mc is hesitant, but asks him about it, Leviathan insists it's an actual character from one of the books Mc hasn't gotten to yet.

And then Mc does get to that book, there is no M.C. It's been nearly 6 months since the fanfic incident, but Mc runs into Leviathans room "YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH ME?!" and "what? No, that's a normie thing! " "...but M.C. isn't in the book", Leviathan has no excuse, just a red face and a little nod

Satan

He'd struggle to even flirt, eventually just using a human world book with pickup lines and trying to copy some stuff from romance books Asmodeus gave him. It doesn't take long for him to realize they don't work as Mc just kinda laughs at the lines most the time.

Then he decides to just ask Mc to hang out, they vibe in his room, reading books and Satan sits next to Mc, just barely touching arms with them. After an hour or two he moves to lean his head on them, Mc pets him softly "if you're tired I can go" "please don't", Mc just kinda thinks it's sweet and continues petting him until he falls asleep, rules say no more moving.

Satan keeps inviting Mc to his room, every time getting more annoyed his advances don't work out as he wanted to, but more so with himself then with Mc.

Eventually Satan snaps at Mc when they ask if he's alright "NO! I KEEP TRYING TO FLIRT AND YOU KEEP IGNORING IT!" "...you were?", as he realizes Mc actually is that oblivious he calms down and as usual sits next to them, but this time Mc leans in his shoulder "I'll stay again"

Asmodeus

Every. Fucking. Flirt. Ever. He has seduced hundreds, if not thousands of humans, why not the one he has romantic feelings for! He could get Solomon for crying out loud!

He gets desperate enough to have Mc stare into his eyes for hours, Mc does it while very confused, but it's fun to spend time chatting so whatever.

Eventually he would pin Mc to the bed, after doing the eye thing multiple times. "Asmo you ok-" "Mc do you hate me?" "what?! No! We're friends!" he would pout "There are never two pretty best friends, so we're going to be more." Mc just kinda stares at him, trying to figure out what is more then best friends "for Diavolo's sake Mc, I am in love with you!" silence follows "romantically." "oh-" they'd proceed to cuddle as Mc processes it for the evening.

Beelzebub

He'd share his food, Mc ofcourse refusing every time, not wanting him to go hungry more then he already does. He'd get upset and even worried Mc doesn't take his food, because what if they're starving now! It takes Mc a long time but eventually they just kinda accepts the food Beelzebub gives them, tho insisting less then half, as a compromise.

At some point the food would now come with tickets to Beelzebubs games, always Mcs favorite seat in the first ring. After every game he makes sure to go to them before celebrating a win, just to smile and tell them "Thank you for being my good luck charm", Mc tends to toss him some chocolate when this happens.

When Beelzebub realizes it's not really working he goes to Mcs room in the evening, sitting on their bed with them "Mc, you're the first not eatable thing to make me feel full", Mc is surprised and confused, slowly asking what he means by that and he answers in what is almost a whisper "I would like to go on a date", Mc agrees, although surprised, on the date Beelzebub properly asks Mc to be his partner, Mc agrees.

Belphegor

He'd be making Mc cuddle in the attic so. much. and if they don't come there he'll just lay in their bed waiting.

He'd be too tired to flirt properly, but also feels like he should atleast put in the effort after the whole, murdering them. So he decides to try, "I'd do anything to get your heart Mc", which, ofcourse, freaks Mc out, they don't cuddle that day.

It takes Belphegor some times to work up the courage (and energy) to try and flirt again "I will be your sleeping beauty", Mc thinks it's cute but doesn't seem to get it, so Belphegor continues "And you to be the princet to kiss me awake" it takes Belphegor another 5 minutes to explain he loves them properly after everything.

Solomon

Weird little guy about it, just keeps showing up randomly any time Mc has even a second to spare from the brothers. It becomes kinda routine at some point, Mc has a break, Solomon pops in and either they have a nice chat or there's some weird fuckass side quest in their lives, but it's nice and comforting.

Then the chats turn into going out, parties, shopping, just enjoying earth for a day. And eventually that turns to Solomon risking being discovered as an immortal to take Mc on a date to some old local family restaurant he used to go to 30 years ago, those there pretend to not recognize him as the generations before did, they give him a free bottle of wine and they give Mc a slice of chocolate cake. Tho Solomon would've wanted to cook it himself, he figured out Mc loves these types of things more, so the love note was save and without magic.

Mc thinks there was a mixup, so she politely tells staff and it takes Solomon doing it again when he himself cooks for Mc to realize, tho they're also quite glad to have an excuse now to not eat any more they're also happy to know now it was truly Solomon that other day.

Simeon

He'd try to give Mc some space at first, scared that if he suddenly were to flirt or ask them out they'd just laugh it off. Then one day when Mc comes over to bake with Luke (and keep Solomon out of the kitchen) he would take their hand "your smile makes everything worth it" and they'd just thank him, saying they also like his smile.

Simeon keeps using flirty compliments, to a point even Luke realizes what's going on. So Luke invited over Mc again, but "oh no" they're out of this one specific hard to get ingredient! Mc tries to go get it, but Luke already ran off and Simeon just got back from a walk.

So they chat, Mc sitting on the count, Simeon leaning next to them "Luke seems happy with you around" Mc laughs softly "yeah, I'm almost like his parent" "shouldn't parents be married?"

Mc nods before looking confused "wait do you want me to go get Luke another parent?", Simeon laughs "please never change Mc" as Luke comes back, without the ingredient, Simeon leaves to his room again, wishing them good luck. It isn't until Mc tells Lucifer about their day that they get told Simeon probably ment something else.

It get's brushed off until valentines day, Simeon approaches Mc with a bouquet of human world flowers "what's this for Simeon?" "To celebrate my love for you" and then Mc realizes Lucifer was right.

Thirtheen

She'd spend a lot of time around Mc, but in a being in the same room type way. Eventually she's sit closer but still just chilling. Mc doesnt mind, it's like having a cat that keeps trying to kill your close friends.

Then Thirteen gets comfortable enough to be herself, she's talking about her traps, about stuff from the past and just overall talking with Mc about whatever pops into her mind, only going silent if someone else enters the room. It's nice that Thirteen is so trustworthy of Mc.

Eventually Thirteen would try to flirt, tho a bit morbidly, "I can't wait to make your soul mine", "even if you also end up immortal I'd still love you", Mc doesn't get it anyhow.

And when Thirteen is tired of Mc not getting it she just kidnaps Mc to her cave and makes it a cozy movie night date, "you're the only one I'll ever do this with Mc" "I'm glad you trust me" "you're such an oblivious dumbass"

Raphael

He's already struggling with having these feelings at all to a point he asks Simeon for help stuffing it away. Instead Simeon locks Raphael and Mc in a room, pretending it's on accident.

They'd spend a lot of time in silence until Mc asks about the sewing kit he has and why he doesn't use a sewing machine. Raphael explains how he learned to enjoy sewing by hand due to the tears the brothers kept getting in their clothes. Mc jokingly asks if he could make them a more formal piece of fitted clothing, Raphael instantly takes their measurements.

Weeks pass, Mc just brushing it off as him having been polite, until Raphael walks to Mc after class, silently handing them a white box with teal bow, in it is the clothing Mc mentioned, it's stunning and fits perfectly, along with it is a card, asking Mc to wear it that Saturday.

Raphael shows up unannounced at the house of lamentation that day, the brothers almost kill him but a confused Mc comes down in what he made. No words are spoken, but Mc follows Raphael to a nearby park, they sit there. "Mc it seems I've fallen in love with you."

Mephistopheles

Begs Diavolo for help, eventually he agrees and organizes a ball. Mephistotiles spent all his time and energy making sure he looks proper and that everything is perfect, even coming 15 minutes late to indicate he's busy and important. He offers Mc a dance, already holding their hand before receiving the yes.

They spend the evening dancing, tho Mc leaves early anyway, Mephistopheles finds this weird, sending them a letter requesting their attendance to his mansion the following day. After a LOT of hesitating and getting both Asmodeus and Lucifers help as to how to look and act they go.

Mephistopheles takes Mc inside, to the dinner table, I troducing the as his partner without hesitation. Mc doesnt refuse tho deeply confused, after dinner they go with him asking what it's about "I will put more effort into the relationship then I will in getting you to say yes." "next time atleast ask me out properly once" "we can do that tomorrow, it will be the best date you will ever experience."

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Let's confuse gimmick blogs with mama

Confuse a Gimmick Blog for 10s (1/1)

[themortaldraw]

*Snatches up Time and puts him on my shoulder*

*picks up Malon as well so he'll have his wifey too*

they can be your angle.... or yuor devil....

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So annoying when I, a spellchecking blog runner, am so bad at typing that I've reblogged my own posts before

Because I get double the notifications

And my mutuals probably know who I am

[anghraine]

TMP is honestly this wild trip despite the glacial pacing at times, because it's like—

Vulcan woman: Spock, you've worked hard to purge yourself of all emotion, but your mind is picking up signals from some human and I guess some logic thing in space. my conclusion: you aren't racially pure enough to find your answers here

Spock: time to track down the pure logic thing and find the answers and meaning in my existence as a Vulcan that I've been searching for all my life and definitely never found in the past before all my previous character development got reset

[Meanwhile]

Kirk: so this unknown cosmic force is going to wipe out all life on Earth, and I've been placed in charge because I have a lot of experience dealing with bizarre dangerous cosmic shit as commander of this specific ship, in addition to my missing being in space because I was pushed into the admiralty at, like, age 39

Decker: *throws a series of tantrums about the prioritization of all of Earth above his ego for almost the entire mission*

Ilia: I have taken an oath of celibacy

Kirk: ... not super relevant. please just do your job

[Also, the transporter painfully melts some people we don't know into unrecognizable lumps of flesh. This is completely disconnected from the rest of the movie; it has no relevance to anything else, is immediately forgotten and never acknowledged again, and everyone acts like Bones is silly and paranoid for being nervous about going through the transporter]

Uhura: I think Admiral Kirk is obviously the person most qualified to command our incredibly dangerous and important mission, and we're damned lucky he got put in charge. if anyone cares

[everyone else]: *doesn't care*

McCoy: Jim, maybe you shouldn't make your mid-life crisis everyone else's problem

Decker: yeah! I should still be in charge! my solution is "don't take risks" when encountering the unknown and wait until systems are 100% safe before we do anything

Kirk: again let me reiterate that we need to act decisively even if it's risky or billions of people will die. we have to at least try, so waiting is not an option here

Spock: *shows up and, despite being icy and dismissive, immediately fixes all their most pressing technical problems*

McCoy: maybe we shouldn't trust him. he has his own agenda now

Kirk: wtf of course we can trust him he's Spock how dare

[Kirk quickly figures out the changes to the bridge, and from then on, his judgment and decisions are pretty much continually vindicated by the plot. Decker's advice goes from temporarily useful to unprofessional constant jabs with little sense of the real stakes and no better ideas. It becomes extremely apparent that Kirk really is far better equipped in temperament and experience to deal with the potential slaughter of Earth than Decker, especially when assisted by Spock—even this arctic version of Spock.]

Spock: *knocks out a crewman, steals a spacesuit, and tries to make contact with the cosmic acid trip/space vagina by traveling through what he unenthusiastically describes as its "orifices"*

Kirk: I ... guess maybe Bones was - no, it can't be - wait a moment, I -

Spock: *starts transmitting all the data he's gathering to Kirk*

Kirk: hah, I knew he would never betray me! Okay, everyone, you all stay here, I'm going to jump into space to catch him

[Spock melds with the cosmic space vagina and it violently ejects him through various orifices, as he might describe them, until he's thrown right into Kirk's arms, signifying nothing]

Bones and Chapel: melding with the cosmic logic vagina seems to have fried his brain :(

Spock, laughing: I should have known ...

Kirk: *seizes his shoulders* known WHAT Spock what are you talking about. please tell me your mind is intact. sweetheart it's okay what are you full of shame about this time *tries to shake the brain damage loose*

Spock: Jim ... I melded with the supreme logic being and discovered that there's no beauty or art or meaning in raw information or logic ... only a barren STEM hellscape without the humanities

[Spock slides his hand down Kirk's arm until their fingers wrap around each other, and their joined hands tightly cling together. unrelatedly, we have definitely seen Vulcans and Romulans use finger stroking as kissing and/or foreplay]

Spock: it was awful and empty and not at all what I've been searching for this whole time. and finally I understood that the real meaning in life comes from the simple feeling between you and me. The mechanized space vagina couldn't understand our love

[Kirk wraps his other hand tightly around his and Spock's clasped fingers. God knows what degree of obscenity they would be committing on Vulcan, but in any case, McCoy (as ever) politely pretends he's not seeing this happen right in front of him, since Kirk and Spock obviously have forgotten, yet again, that other people exist]

Kirk: 🥹🥰

[They stare tenderly at each other without speaking for a few seconds, but are definitely communicating on some level; after a moment's hesitation, Kirk nods slightly, then Spock nods in response, and it feels like we're missing half the conversation. Then Spock explains V'ger's existential angst in terms that obviously apply equally to his own past self, and by past I mean "for most of this movie until a few minutes ago"]

It turns out that V'ger, in addition to being a cosmic acid trip/space vagina/mass murderer, is also an annoying teenager, maturity-wise. I do appreciate Kirk and Spock having their "this is just adolescent angst and we are too middle-aged for this nonsense" reaction, and noping out to provoke V'ger into some measure of cooperation until they all figure out that it's trying to communicate with NASA.

In the course of all this, there's a point where Decker manages to be mildly helpful via the Ilia probe sort of remembering their old relationship, and he proves his value at last by welcoming the chance to orgasmically fuse with Ilia/V'ger, while Kirk is horrified and baffled at why Decker would find this remotely appealing. (ngl Kirk in this movie feels like the most purely gay-coded iteration of him; from the film itself, I could easily believe he has lost all attraction to women at this point.)

So thankfully, we're finally free of the weird and underwhelming Decker/Ilia duo via multiple cosmic acid orgasms, and the Earth is saved, etc. In aesthetics, it's all powerfully 70s, even in the awesome strange bits before V'ger looked quite so, uh, yonic. Somehow even the new bland sleepwear version of Starfleet uniforms seem very 70s; apparently Spock's kickass robes and the muscle-revealing quasi-polo top that Kirk promptly switches into consumed all available stylishness.]

Scott: everything's fine now, so I guess we can drop you off at Vulcan, Mr. Spock

Spock: my experiences today have, uh, resolved my need to stay on Vulcan, so there's no reason to detour for me. I'll just tag along to Earth for >_> no reason

Kirk: [deeply vindicated for about the twelfth time that day, but this time also managing to exude Spock is getting laid tonight without saying a word about him] Mr. Sulu, ahead, warp one.

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I can't find any spelling mistakes here but I would like to be included lol

this is what every tiktok screenshot looks like to me

[quietly-sleeping]

Do you ever think about what god thinks about you? How god sees you? Luo Binghe didn't, not anymore. He keeps his mind firmly on the mortal realms.

He doesn't think about what god would say should he ever step before them, he doesn't think about if god is angry with his actions. Why should he? He is the Heavenly Emperor, the one who stands above all, immortal killer, the last Heavenly Demon.

However, when the mirror arrives at his palace, covered with cloth and tightly bound, he couldn't help himself. He had to know.

The mirror sat in his chambers, empty apart from Luo Binghe. The mirror stood nearly taller and wider than him, the dark cloth hiding the frame from his view. In the low lighting of his rooms, the mirror's shadow stretched, beckoning him to step forward, to tear off the cloth and confront the Creator.

He found himself with his claws poised above the rope in the next moment. Quickly taking a step back, and Luo Binghe eyed it for a moment, it wouldn't be the first time a mind altering object made its way into his possession.

It did not take long for Mobei-jun to arrive and deem it harmless. The demon general did not leave after, simply sitting down on a lounge near the wall. Luo Binghe stepped forward once more, the beckoning merely in his mind, an extra voice in an already crowded chamber.

The mirror was empty as the cloth hit the ground. It did not show him unimaginable divinity nor did it show him. Its surface was dark, absorbing all light and darkening the room around it.

For a horrific moment, everything was silent, from the shift of fabric as Mobei-jun sat up, to the harsh voice of Xin Mo. Luo Binghe was alone in his mind for a long moment, his eyes stuck on the emptiness of the mirror. Its ornate frame paled as the center of gravity shifted.

Then it all came back, as someone on the other side of the mirror chuckled. Mobei-jun was by hia side in the next moment, Xin Mo unsheathed and familiar in Luo Binghe's hand.

"Are you the Creator?" Luo Binghe did not hesitate, he did not stare for a moment, stunned by the mere sound of the chuckle from the mirror.

"The Creator?" The voice responded, their voice the crashing waves, the scream of a violent death, the clash of swords. "Is that what mortals call him these days?"

The tip of Xin Mo dipped only for a moment as Luo Binghe fought the overwhelming urge to fall to his knees. He would not, he had not for centuries. He would not fall to his knees for some immortal hiding behind a mirror.

"Is it not you?" Luo Binghe got out eventually, his voice tight as his eyes blurred. Everything has begun to burn, his bloodmites boiling alive under his skin. "No," the voice drawled "I don't think i could quite create anything."

Roaring filled Luo Binghe's mind, the sound of every monster he'd ever stood before. The sound of anything he'd once considered his end. The gentle sound of a teacup being placed down, the sound of wind in his ears, the slow unsheathing of a sword. Xin Mo wavered.

"Are you alright?" The voice echoed through his mind, cutting through it all. "Oh, one moment." Everything stopped, and Luo Binghe could breathe again. His eyes drifted from the mirror for only a moment, to see Mobei-jun trembling next to him, pale and sweating.

"Sorry," The voice, now recognizable as a man's echoed from the mirror again. "It's been a while since I spoke with anyone from you're realms."

"Who are you." Luo Binghe croaked, his voice stolen by the agony the ripped through his skin. The voice chuckled for a moment, "Don't you remember me? You stayed within my home for some time." Luo Binghe bared his teeth, sharp and inhuman. "How would I know you, I have never seen this mirror before. I have certainly not stayed within your home."

The voice hummed, "Well my champion, you emerged from the depths of the Endless Abyss, didn't you?" Every exhausted muscle in Luo Binghe's body tensed further, a cold finger trailing down his spine. "You met me down there, but it has been a while."

Something within the darkness shifted, "I am Yuan." The name echoed with snarls of beasts underneath, the cracking of the earth as it tore apart. "I am your patron, and the one often called Destruction by mortals."

"Why." Was all Luo Binghe could bare to speak, his bloodmites sluggishly moving through him. "You were a gift to me," Destruction, Yuan, replied. "I try to give my gifts their due attention."

Luo Binghe felt painfully cold, he had thought about what god would think of him, what they would say to him. This wasn't the god he had wanted, this god's attention would do nothing but send him to the depths of despair, over and over again.

"Especially you," The god continued, "Qinghua made you especially for me, and I intend to see the rest of your life."

ao3

[lichenaday]

Caloplaca cinnabarina

There are more than 500 species of Caloplaca lichen described thus far in the world. To put that into perspective for you, there are approximately 174 species of ducks, geese and swans (Anatidae) worldwide. So when I say that the name C. cinnabarina has been grossly misused for Caloplaca ID, I think you can understand both the scope of the error, as well as how impossible it is to know and tell the difference between all the species of Caloplaca and give lichen IDers a break. I even deleted a picture I was gonna use for this post from a prominent lichenologist because the picture just didn't really match the description I was seeing. No shade because this shit is hard! C. cinnabarina has an areolate (tile-like) thallus made up of angular areoles (tile-like subsections) and short marginal lobes (only in larger, older specimens) growing in rounded patches on siliceous rock. It has a distinctly deep orange to red orange thallus, and immersed apothecia with darker orange discs.

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