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oh. my. god.......

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happy qixi festival! it's a celebration of love so i wanted to do the red string of fate 💘

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          𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍.

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hey, i might just be going insane but look what i noticed

xixi - two hands shown

cxs - two hands shown

everyone else - one hand shown

xixi and cxs are the ones who die/are dead..

so unfortunately, hat guy doesn't die. dang it

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link clicks season 2 finale is so funny

"theres this sad girl who misses her mom" "KILL HER OFF" "okay what do we do with her power?" "GIVE IT TO THE LANDLADY" "okay- um- so Qiao Ling sees hers memories-" "SHOW HER LU GUANGS" "what" "KILL OFF CHENG XIAOSHI" "WHAT" "ALSO BRING IN A NEW HOT VILLIAN"

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How Link Click is going rn

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ARTISTS Y'ALL.

GIVE MY GIRL KOTOHA A LOLITA BASED OUTFIT GIVE ME A FANART PLSPLSPLSPLSP–

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god i’m so in love with him

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Me right now:

You- AAAAAAAA WHY ON EARTH DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO SWEET SOMEONE HELP ME-- *explodes*

I've never received such a thoughtful gift before... let alone been someone's muse. I'm crying over this. Why did I not meet you sooner? WHY- why aren't we friends irl? I would literally kill to have someone like you with me as my partner in crime (if you wish, that is :))

I'm saving this post, keeping it in my inventory and maybe possibly printing it out in the near future to admire this wonderful gift.

Thank you, for choosing me as the person you dedicate this pretty piece of literature to.

Signed, Felix XOXO

angel

Oh but to see her there

Laughing with those

Stars in her eyes

Kind and genuine

Teller of truths

And never lies

Golden halo over

Her head

Crowning her goddess

Wings spread

From her back

Gifting her flight

And travel

But she needs

No such talents

For she has all

The talent she needs

Right here

At her table

Of creation and craft

Smiling at her paper

Pen between her

Masterful fingers

Drawing beauty

Spilled from ink

And her touch

Streaking the wonders

Of what she sees

Beyond her pretty gaze

Splattering her canvas

With things nicer than

What you’d find in

Wonderland hazes

And night-time dreams

Bleeding her love into

What surrounds her

And even I

So far away

Her perfection blurry

From the distance

Between us

I smile and

Hope that one day

Someone as such

Would come by me

And fill my solitude

So that I in the

Dark and the depths

Could finally find

Some joy of

Being blessed by an

Angel.

———— dedicated to @timecaptcha by @sage-and-skars:

thank you for being a wonderful mutual. your of us drawing was amazing—except that you got it wrong... you were the angel all along.

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I love when the reader messes with these little shits, so could I please request the poly!saja boys x reader where she sends them the "shes busy" text as a prank?

She's Busy Prank on the Saja Boys SMAU

Poly!Saja Boys x Fem!R

Warnings: Swearing

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can I maybe request a crackfic where we teach the saja boys to roller skate?

a day at the roller rink

tags: gn!reader, crack fic, roller skating with the saja boys

🫧 Masterlist

The rink smelled faintly of burnt popcorn and sweaty socks. You, in full protective gear, tightened the straps on your helmet and glanced at the Saja Boys, who looked varying levels of terrified, annoyed, or overly confident.

“Alright, listen up,” you said, clapping your hands. “Today, you’re going to learn to roller skate. And yes, that includes all of you. No teleporting. No super-speed. No fancy demon powers to cheat your way through this.”

Romance groaned dramatically. “But-but my aesthetic! My poise! How am I supposed to—”

“—stay upright without using your powers?” you finished for him. “Exactly. You’ll thank me later.”

Step One: Gear Up

You began with helmets. Baby scowled, muttering something about “babying adults.”

“Yes, you, Baby,” you said, adjusting the chin strap. “Even you could faceplant and embarrass yourself. And Mystery—” you tugged him closer “—I’m putting elbow pads on you, even if you think you don’t need them.”

Mystery sighed loudly but didn’t resist, muttering, “This is beneath me.”

Abby had already strapped on one knee pad and was attempting to juggle the other like a stress ball. Jinu just smiled like he was enjoying the absurdity of the situation. Romance fussed over his helmet, making sure his hair didn’t flatten “too dramatically”.

“Good. Now that you’re encased in enough foam to survive a meteor strike, we can move on,” you said, exhaling.

Step Two: Walking Like a Duck

“Wide stance, knees bent, arms out. Like this,” you demonstrated a comically exaggerated waddle.

“Ugh, we look ridiculous,” Baby grumbled, striding stiff-legged and then, shockingly, corrected himself mid-step and started waddling properly.

You blinked. “Huh. Not bad.”

Baby smirked. “Obviously. I’m a natural.”

Mystery copied your posture but immediately scowled, wobbling awkwardly. “This is stupid,” he muttered.

“No powers, Mystery,” you warned. “You’ll survive five minutes of humility.”

Jinu turned the duck walk into some kind of dramatic runway, arms flaring like a model in slow motion. Abby tried spinning instead of waddling and nearly collided with the wall. Romance attempted a dainty waddle, lost balance, and clung to the rink barrier, murmuring, “I was graceful before this.”

“Stop clinging! And no, you cannot levitate yourself upright,” you reminded him.

Step Three: Gliding

“Push off gently, glide. Knees bent, focus forward,” you instructed, demonstrating a smooth glide.

Romance panicked and flailed halfway across, narrowly avoiding a collision with Jinu. Abby went so fast he did a complete 360 spin, screamed “I’M FLYING!”, and almost crashed into the snack counter. Jinu started adding little dramatic jumps mid-glide, clearly having too much fun.

Baby, meanwhile, pushed off with surprising control, sliding forward with a steady pace. He grinned at the others. “See? Easy. You’re all just hopeless.”

You raised your brows. “Wow. Okay. Didn’t expect you to be the best one here.”

Mystery, still wobbling dangerously, shot him a sharp glare. “This is rigged.”

Step Four: Stopping

“Brake pads. Gently. Like this,” you demonstrated, lightly pressing down.

Romance panicked, slammed the brakes, and did a backward somersault. Jinu spun into a crouch mid-stop, wobbled, and flailed, somehow still upright. Abby hit the brakes so hard he ended up spinning 180 degrees and skating backward.

Baby, once again, shocked everyone by pressing down smoothly and stopping dead-on. He smirked, arms crossed. “Perfect. Again.”

Mystery tried. He really did. He pressed too lightly, skated past the finish line, and clattered straight into the barrier. His eye twitched as you helped him back up. “This is ridiculous.”

Your sides hurt from laughing. “Okay…we’re…getting somewhere—Abby, wait no, you’re gonna—stop bouncing like a pogo stick!!!!”

By now, Romance was sprawled in a starfish shape. Mystery was fuming on one knee. Baby was casually gliding like a pro, smirking at everyone’s failure. Jinu was still flailing artistically. Abby was attempting to skateboard on his skates.

“Next lesson: backwards skating,” you said cheerfully.

The collective groan from the boys echoed across the rink. 

in my head, it just makes sense that baby is naturally good at everything

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I LOVE the circular patterns on Baby's eyes! They could easily resemble tears. Which makes me think, patterns are not random things. They hold meaning depending on the demon's shame.

As far as I can tell (because everyone's patterns are so difficult to see) Baby is the only one whose patterns curve like this, and stem directly from the eyes. I think Baby cried a lot over his shame.

Which makes me think about Jinu. I think the two stripes across his nose display the shame he felt for leaving the two people he cared about most, his mother and sister. They run across his face so he would see them everytime he looked at his reflection.

And Rumi! She has one very prominent, angular line on half of her forehead, framing her demon eye. It reflects her shame of being half demon.

Notice the one over her human eye is straight and steady. She knows her human side, while her demon side is still finding its way.

I think patterns are there to be interpreted by the observer and a lot can be revealed by them!

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Face-off

Part 3 - Cheng Xiaoshi & Lu Guang

Page 61 - 62 [END]

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he can ruin me (HAPPY VEIN DAY!!!!)

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You’re so sweet AAAAAAA I’m so glad you like my little doodle… 🫠

HELLO????? YOUR WRITING IS SO????

GOOD??????

I kinda regret not following you sooner because on GOD I love your poetry 😭❤️

I've a small question, yknow, just to get to know you a little :) What inspires you to write? For me, it's simply musing on my day to day life and experimenting with things until it's coherent enough to be shared. That,,, or it's my brain fixating on something and going– "Wow. Wouldn't it be great if this was like [highly specific concept] instead?"... And it just builds from there.

I'm so happy you followed me hgkhfyfitzak I'm in love with your blog *cries*

Here's to being mutuals! 🥂

Oh my gods, thank you???

I literally had to convince myself this was real.

Well I'm glad you followed me back because you're amazing too :D

——— What inspires me to write?

Honestly, I relate a lot to your answer. Usually it's little things that inspire me, events occurring across my day, songs that pass by my ears, lyrics I read and stories I remember.

Sometimes I write just to write, opening a document and thinking about what could be my next piece.

But most of all, what inspires me most is those who have written before me—authors of mind-blowing novels and random people online whose works made me gasp.

So yeah, a lot of things. Most times I don't remember what started it in the first place—but in the end, it's always worth it. ———

Anyways, you're amazing too and I'm so glad you sent me this message—it means a lot and now I've found a new friend (hopefully?) <3

So yes:

Here to being mutuals! 🥂

(to @timecaptcha from @sage-and-skars)

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Acquired: New friend!

HELLO????? YOUR WRITING IS SO????

GOOD??????

I kinda regret not following you sooner because on GOD I love your poetry 😭❤️

I've a small question, yknow, just to get to know you a little :) What inspires you to write? For me, it's simply musing on my day to day life and experimenting with things until it's coherent enough to be shared. That,,, or it's my brain fixating on something and going– "Wow. Wouldn't it be great if this was like [highly specific concept] instead?"... And it just builds from there.

I'm so happy you followed me hgkhfyfitzak I'm in love with your blog *cries*

Here's to being mutuals! 🥂

Oh my gods, thank you???

I literally had to convince myself this was real.

Well I'm glad you followed me back because you're amazing too :D

——— What inspires me to write?

Honestly, I relate a lot to your answer. Usually it's little things that inspire me, events occurring across my day, songs that pass by my ears, lyrics I read and stories I remember.

Sometimes I write just to write, opening a document and thinking about what could be my next piece.

But most of all, what inspires me most is those who have written before me—authors of mind-blowing novels and random people online whose works made me gasp.

So yeah, a lot of things. Most times I don't remember what started it in the first place—but in the end, it's always worth it. ———

Anyways, you're amazing too and I'm so glad you sent me this message—it means a lot and now I've found a new friend (hopefully?) <3

So yes:

Here to being mutuals! 🥂

(to @timecaptcha from @sage-and-skars)

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@dokjas-lostselfpreservation look it's ussss hjlvgfksfis

timecaptcha and @dokjas-lostselfpreservation? a match made in heaven