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Something like this would be so colossally helpful. I'm sick and tired of trying to research specific clothing from any given culture and being met with either racist stereotypical costumes worn by yt people or ai generated garbage nonsense, and trying to be hyper specific with searches yields fuck all. Like I generally just cannot trust the legitimacy of most search results at this point. It's extremely frustrating. If there are good resources for this then they're buried deep under all the other bullshit, and idk where to start looking.

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Reblog to give prev the power to write their fanfiction

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Still thinking about these guys....

Luo Binghe: Shizun! I noticed you hadn't eaten today so I made you some congee! You'll try it right?

YQY: ...

LBH: 🥺

YQY: Ok. *eats for the first time in weeks* This is very good Binghe.

LBH: *tears up a little at the praise* Thank you Shizun! *smiles so big and so brightly his face must hurt*

YQY: *adds little boy to his Must Protect List*

Meanwhile...

SQQ: I'll kill you you little shit.

SY: No you won't YQY would be upset with you.

SQQ: You think I can't make it look like an accident?

SY: Then do it you coward!

SQQ: Maybe I will!

SY: Looking forward to it! Being dead seems like a nice break from all the bullshit I've been through!

SQQ: Well- wait...

SY: ...can we pretend I didn't say that last part?

SQQ: Regrettably no. Are you... *grimaces* alright?

SY: ...are you alright?

SQQ: ...

SY: ...

SQQ: You aren't allowed to die, I forbid it. I'm not going to have YQY mad at me because you can't even stay alive.

SY: Boooo!

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ShenYuan getting transmigrated into a random side character and deciding the only way to fix the story/keep Binghe from destroying the world is to become the center of Shen Qingqiu’s ire instead.

Only Shen Qingqiu doesn’t pick Binghe who is digging his hole like three spaces down from Shen Yuan.

Only Shen Qingqiu moves Shen Yuan into his own house after catching Shen Yuan fighting with a group of older disciples (well more like getting his ass kicked, but the scum villain did turn the corner just in time to see Shen Yuan pull back with another disciple’s blood on his teeth after biting him and deliver a scathing curse that made his Peerless Cucumber days look tame which really was worse than actually fighting)

Only Shen Qingqiu starts giving him private lessons on how to fight bigger, stronger opponents in a way that isn’t honorable in the slightest but will make it so Shen Yuan lives to see another day

Only Shen Qingqiu gifts him a masterwork of a fan that he painted himself the day Shen Yuan throws dirt in his eyes during a spar and calls him A-Yuan in a way that makes Shen Yuan very grateful for the fan to hide his burning cheeks behind.

Only Shen Qingqiu names him head disciple.

Meanwhile, Shen Jiu saw one (1) prospective disciple that: 1) looked astonishingly like him 2) used his brain when digging his hole rather than attacking the ground like most of the kids did 3) was far older than the other hopefuls (older than they technically should have accepted honestly) and with a damaged cultivation base; bite another disciple on his first full day on the peak and decided that half feral, sickly thing would be his successor no matter what he had to do. (The desire to court A-Yuan came later, after the boy had bloomed into a brilliant man who made a name for himself as a cultivator and a scholar all while looking nearly identical to Shen Jiu save for his disciple robes and his messy hair that only ever was neat when Shen Jiu put it up.)

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wikipedia no longer being anywhere near the top of search results when looking up anything feels eviscerating

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a writing competition i was going to participate in again this year has announced that they now allow AI generated content to be submitted

their reasoning being that "we couldn't ban it even if we wanted to, every writer already uses it anyway"

"Every writer"?

come on

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Wait… Isn’t Ed Balls day coming up? ED BALLS DAY, I HAVE TO GET READY TO CELEBRATE 

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More Spider Yuan for the masses uwu

Spider Yuan on AO3

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Night had fallen in Xiaoshan Village, family that was in the community gathered together in the main room. Han Miyun cooked for their guests with the help of one of their children as the others discussed what to do about Fan Zhenzhen's ailing health.

Of course, Meixiu couldn't come down the mountain, so it was Qinglian, Jiahao, Shurong (淑荣 - Shūróng), Mingwu (明务 - Míngwù), and members of their families.

Although they all heard what Fan Zhenzhen had said not too long ago, the idea seemed too risky.

"If we try to take her up now, she probably... I know Nǎinai is strong, but she didn't get out of bed today, right? Not even into the wheeled chair."

"It'd be cruel to try to carry her all the way there."

"I wouldn't call it cruel... But I do think it probably wouldn't work well."

"She's only grown more frail since this morning. If we try now—"

Ruoxing held up his hand, silencing his children and their spouses.

"...She's said what she wants. Our job is not to judge her wishes for how viable they are. Our job is to find the best way to make it work."

"But, A-diē, we can't go up the mountain tonight. And...I don't know if she will make it til morning." He hurriedly continued when his father closed his eyes. "I really mean no harm in saying this, truly. It's just that...to try speaking with Lulin Zhizhu now..."

"If she'd told us earlier today, perhaps we could've made it happen. But it's night now. Even with Lulin Zhizhu's webs, we can't guarantee we'll be completely safe. What if someone trips or falls? What if someone gets lost in the night?"

Indeed, Fan Zhenzhen expressed her desire to see her god again, but it was already evening when she said so. And, as they'd said, she had been rather down, even absentminded and airy. Like she wasn't completely there anymore, slowly fading and loosening her hold on her mortal body.

They were running out of time, and her final wish...it looked like it would go unfulfilled.

"Nainai never asked for much, and it's disappointing to not be able to help. Surely we can figure something out?"

"She's not well enough to leave her bed anymore, Mingwu."

"But, she's worked hard her whole life. Isn't there something we can do? Can't we think of something?"

Ruoxing didn't want to argue with his children, watching them argue tensely amongst themselves. He sighed deeply, knowing it had been quite a long time since they last saw the giant spider. He, too, found himself missing his presence.

If push came to shove, then he would carry his mother on his back up the mountain in the morning, perhaps before any of the others woke up. He had already thought of how to do it, and since the others did not seem able to help—some even seeming unwilling to—then he'd have to do what he could by himself.

As he thought this, there was a knock on the door.

With most of the children still arguing, Qinglian's wife, Yinuo (依诺 - Yīnuò), bowed her head lightly toward him before heading over to the door. She eased it open slightly, her body blocking whomever she spoke with. Deciding it probably wasn't so important, he went to close his eyes again so he could tune out the noise around him.

But then, Yinuo shrieked.

All the others startled, turning toward the door, where Yinuo sat on the ground, shocked and shaking.

Mishu-zhang stared at the woman, blinking briefly, before her gaze snapped up to him.

"Oh, Fan Ruoxing. It's a pleasure. Where is Fan Zhenzhen?"

"Ah, Mishu-zhang! My apologies, this old servant didn't know you were coming."

He quickly got up and headed over, the others also paying their respects. Qinglian scolded her lightly as he helped her get up, saying something before he looked to where she was pointing.

Ruoxing paid little attention to this, instead looking down at the family's visitor with kind, yet tired eyes.

"Right now... Right now, it's a little rough. A-niang is feeling unwell, so she's in the bedroom. If you still wish to see her..."

"Ah, excuse me. It is Lulin Zhizhu who wishes to see her. May we come in?"

"...'We'?"

He then realized that the darkness behind her was not the black of night.

That the darkness behind her shifted.

It was hair.

He locked onto the strands, and then followed them up...

And up...

And up...

The pale threads of a previously unnoticed weimao made itself known, as though fading into his consciousness. The veil seemed to become more opaque the higher up it went. He couldn't see where it connected from behind the top of their front door.

Even so, a familiar, whispery voice called out.

"Fan Ruoxing, it has been long."

Immediately, a pressure filled the house, one unlike anything before. The sudden, heavy weight of it almost made him kneel. Some of his children behind him already did.

"...Zhizhu?"

Mishu-zhang moved to the side, not yet entering, and bowed to her lord.

His clothes were now more visible, curtained by black hair. Although he couldn't see it all, he assumed the god to be wearing a pale green daopao with simple designs that shimmered from the light of the fire within their home. He tied simply around the waist with a corded, pink-beaded rope, one he recognized to be made of spider silk.

Looking down, he couldn't see the tips of his boots, feet completely concealed under his clothes.

"Has this spider come at a bad time?"

"N-No. Excuse me for my rudeness. Come in."

He quickly stepped out of the way.

"Mm, then..."

His wide sleeves moved, revealing a pale, segmented hand, much like Mishu-zhang's hands. However, the fingers were long, changing from white to yellow, then to black at their very sharp tips. From pinkie to thumb, the nails on his fingertips quietly gripped against the wood of the doorframe before he bent down to enter.

His feet, his clothes, his tan weimao...not even the floorboards made a sound despite his size and overwhelming presence.

Perhaps Fan Ruoxing never felt this pressure because Lulin Zhizhu usually stayed outside, in the forest, in the open. Now, it felt like it was condensed, saturating the very air he breathed with the smell of mist and fog.

Is... Is this the same spider he spent his childhood talking to? The same one who helped him come up with a present for his wife? The one who blessed his mother, him, and each of his children? The reason Xiaoshan Village is as prosperous as it is, merely because his mother told him a story?

...So this is a god.

He let out a shuddering wheeze and felt the tall tall tall being look at him.

"Oh my. This spider has been discourteous. He assumed he'd pulled in his qi quite well, but it is not well enough."

Then, the pressure lightens, and several members of his family gasp for breath.

Mishu-zhang entered after the lord of the forest, closing their door.

"Then, excuse me."

Without being directed, the spider floated forward—he saw what looked to be legs moving, but there were no steps, no shoes, no sound—the weimao's veil fluttering slightly behind him.

Without help, he stopped in front of the bedroom where his mother lay. He paused, back curled because the house could not accommodate his height.

He raised his fist...

And knocked lightly. Two little raps against the door.

Silence...

"...Zhizhu?" his mother strained from inside.

Although Fan Ruoxing couldn't see the spider's face, he felt a warmth ripple through the room, making his heart flutter.

"May this one enter, Zhenzhen?"

"...Please do...my lord..."

That door, so often creaking until they oiled it, made nary a sound as he slid right inside and shut it behind him.

Fan Ruoxing stared down the hall to his mother's bedroom, then slowly turned toward the others. All the humans were frozen in shock, awe, and fear. Mishu-zhang simply stood politely with a small smile on her face.

"Ah, while Lulin Zhizhu is busy, does anyone have a story they would like to tell me?"

--

"Aiyah, look at Zhenzhen. Does this family not have any good sense?"

It was easy for him, he found, to slide right into talking with her like they did before.

She's pale, wrinkled, and weaker, bundled up in bed. When did her hair get so light? When did she develop those crows feet?

But her eyes are bright and shining at him as she smiles, laughing when he starts fluffing her bed and tucking her blankets tighter around her. Thank goodness they gave her pillows filled with duck down and wool and not those senseless, useless porcelain offenses to nature.

"My lord...has come down the mountain..."

"Of course this one has. How could he not to come see you?"

"...For...me?"

"Yes. This spider noticed that Village Elder became quite occupied. This one takes no offense, worry not. The lives of humans simply...pass faster than remembered."

"Hmm... Perhaps my lord...heard my wish..."

"Elder's wish, hmm?

"Yes..." She breathed in deeply, then sighed. "This servant...will leave tonight."

Yeah.

He knew.

He could feel her flickering, strong as she clung on.

"On a long journey, yes. This lord felt it would be wrong to not send you off properly."

The smile she gave him made his pedipalps shudder against his cheeks.

"My lord..."

"Mm?"

"Would you be...willing to show me...your face?"

He considered it for a moment.

He quite liked his face, really. Looked at it in a bronze mirror as he figured out how to put his clothes on. Perhaps it wasn't one a human would appreciate, but he wasn't human, and he had no obligation to appease them.

If she wanted to see his face, so be it. Besides, she was the woman who, for many years, spoke regularly to a large spider that once threatened to eat her.

Without answering verbally, he pulled the veil up, folding it on top of his weimao before removing it altogether. He set it aside and leaned closer in.

He didn't do much with his hair—just pulled a scant bit of it into a loose ball at the back of his head. It had been a bit of a ragtag job, since he could see just fine whether his hair was over his eyes or not. Still, with Zhizu's guidance, he at least framed his face with his hair nicely.

Fan Zhenzhen gazed at him for a long moment without saying anything.

He tilted his head. "What does Miss Elder think? Be honest."

She chuckled.

"It's unnatural... Even...frighteningly beautiful... Most humans will not...understand. But your many eyes...hold kindness and trust... That doesn't change, even...even in this form."

"This spider will say, having eyelids is indeed quite the experience." He blinked his main eyes, lashes fluttering against his cheeks. "With my eyecaps, they really are not needed. However, they formed naturally."

She let out a little laugh again, though it ended with a wheeze that caused him to fuss over her again.

"...Is there anything this spider can give you for your trip?"

"Mmm... Well. If it is...not blasphemous..." She turned his head toward him. "Would my lord...tell me a story?"

"A story, hmm? Let's see... This one tends to be longwinded, though Miss Elder knows this. Fault this one not if it lasts even into the afterlife."

"Hah...this servant...shall not."

He mulled over it a little longer. Then...

--

This one still remembers some things from when he first became aware of himself.

A small spider, barely the size of your finger. Really! The males of the species of spider I was were much smaller than the females. This lord was truly tiny.

When he first became aware that it was mating season, he found he had no interest in it. Even till this day... Ah, the spiders who serve this lord came of their own accord. They are not his children.

But yes, he was not interested in procreating. Perhaps it was because he cultivated from an early age. Though, it had to have happened quite quickly. A normal spider barely lives beyond a year or two.

Regardless, without the interest in passing on any genes, he instead sought comfort.

Did you know that plants are quite different when you're smaller? Even the tiniest bumps and chemicals can be quite the hassle...hm? Chemicals? Oh, they are...hm... It's a little difficult to explain, but a chemical is, like, a building block. If you put enough of the blocks together, you build something out of it.

For example, these bodies are all made of different chemicals.

Really!

--

And then, he had the audacity to demand this spider to give up his property! As though this one hadn't spent many an hour building the perfect web in the perfect spot he found!

It was in a nice little sunny spot. After a good rain, the sun would hit the water droplets just right... True beauty. This spider has always been quite the weaver and architect. And this hooligan decided to try stealing from his hard work!

He was smaller back then, and this spider was of a different species. A bigger species. So, in theory, this one should have fled.

However, as Miss Elder may have picked up, he is quite petty. Yes, he's mature enough to admit that he can be exceptionally petty. Cruel even. He appreciates these things about himself, though, as they were instrumental to his survival. One should always love and care for themselves, then they can care about others even better...

Ah, right, the topic. Ahem. Well, the villain started to raise his arms at this spider, trying to make himself look bigger. Hah! How elementary, honestly.

He let the little idiot dance at him until he broke the strand setting off the Rube Goldberg mechanism, and after just a few seconds, smash! The idiot was flattened by a pre-prepared rock! Which, honestly, the sister spider should consider what this one did to be a favor...

Well, that is, if he hadn't already given her sperm to use later. Otherwise, this one perhaps caused her to worry for the generation that will come from him.

...Hmm? Oh a Rube Goldberg mechanism...huh. Well. It's, like...hm. It's a way someone can visualize karma. One action causes a reaction, then another reaction, and another reaction, until you get to the result.

In this case, I built a process using my webs to cause various reactions in my surroundings, leading to the rock falling on perpetrators that tried to come for me.

Rube Goldberg seems to be a name of some sort. Though, to be quite honest, I don't remember too much else about it. Lost with time, perhaps.

--

There are so many sex plants in this world.

Too many, if someone was to ask this spider.

What's the purpose of so many plants, animals, and parts to induce sexual intercourse? Perhaps there was a point in time where procreation was at a minimum, and some freak gods decided to get mortals horny to keep life going.

Blasphemous? Yes, it is. I'm fully aware. I imagine I'm not liked by many a god.

However, they can sniff one of those sex plants they love so much so they have enough oomf in their system to go fuck themselves.

...Oh, goodness, don't laugh that hard.

--

This one has dreams sometimes.

Although he doesn't sleep exceptionally often, he does indulge in rest when desired. For as long as he can remain awake, the mind requires a reset, like washing a bowl that has grown dirty with constant use.

During such times, he sees a human made of candy floss.

A human male. Pale as silk, eyelids shadowed with exhaustion and sleeplessness. His limbs do not move like he wants them to, and he has to use supports to move around. Like extra appendages. He's where this one got the idea for a wheelchair.

But, this human male I see in that dream... He has a family. Two older brothers and a younger sister. Even though he is slow, cumbersome, and sickly, they still care for him. He's worn down at the peak of his youth, but they visit him, talk to him, and truly worry about him.

Perhaps it was somewhat patronizing at times, but it was well-meant. That's what happens with families a lot, isn't it? Love doesn't mean people don't annoy each other, but it means they can deal with their faults.

He had many faults. But he also had many blessings, and he gave some blessings, too.

He would knit for his sister, that man. He would knit and sew whatever she wanted. Anything for his meimei. Perhaps she became a bit spoiled with it, but in return, she would visit him the most.

She could always tell when he was getting lonely, too. Or isolating himself in his own self-pity. Perhaps spending too much time focused on reading to take care of himself, haha.

...For some reason, despite the differences...

Zhenzhen reminds me of that little meimei.

Isn't that strange?

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Cultivators can be as cruel as demons. Sometimes, even more so. That's why, what Luo Binghe experienced, I can't really say is something he caused. Well, up until a point. Then, he started to rebuild the cycle of abuse and inflict it on those around him.

But if anything, I don't think his demonic heritage made him more cruel on principle. More impulsive, maybe. More prone to following his desires and being less focused on human commonalities. I'm not sure, but he wasn't a bad person.

I think humans and demons have similar origins. It's just that different beings use different types of energy. Sure, it means humans may have some predators, but it's not as though coexistence is impossible.

Look at us, right? I'm sure I have some demonic energy in me. One day, I may have more, or I may have less. It varies. I'm not picky about the qi I consume. Food is food, and energy is energy.

Even so, you and I, we built this place up quite nicely, haven't we?

Well, you mostly. I just enjoyed my time cultivating in the mountains, building my strength and collecting stories.

I'm thinking about going to collect some more some time. Expand my horizons. That's another reason I made this body. To make traveling from place to place easier on myself.

We all have places to go...

...Places to be.

Yeah...

Just like you.

...

Good night, meimei. Say hi to Gao Cheng for me.

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Bored, so part two of the Proper Cryptid AU™

The Burial Mounds whispers to Wei Wuxian. It learns that screaming and shouting just angers him - and that didn't bother It at first, until he begins learning how to use the resentful energy twisting through his body without having to ask the Burial Mounds. That makes him dangerous, but it's too late to pull away from the mortal turned...whatever he has become. So, It tries to appease him, keep him happy and content so that he doesn't notice how the power has shifted. It whispers instead of screams, asks instead of demands, suggests instead of simply taking control and puppeteering the dead body with a cracked soul. He won't notice how powerful he could be even without Its help. (He notices.) It whispers of revenge, and only revenge, at first. At first It floods his brain with the knowledge necessary to find and hunt his killer down. Even if that is simple things such as reading and writing, fighting, cultivating (a twisted, dirty version of it), anything to remove any and all obstacles in his path and then take the revenge that his blood (sluggish, coagulated blood) sings for when he remembers the unbothered face of his killer. Or would-be killer. He argues with himself about it, at first - is he dead? He was alive when he invited the Burial Mounds in, on the verge of death but still alive, but had he died in those few moments between him and it? Soon, it doesn't matter to him, because he knows that he isn't human anymore. He just wants to take his revenge, and soothe the spirits that cry at night, wishing and begging for freedom. (If setting them free means using them, then he will fashion a flute and use them.) As he hones himself to become a perfect weapon, an extension of the Burial Mounds and Its master all in one, the whispers of revenge turn to whispers of warning. The golden-clad man from the day of Wei Wuxian's death rebirth wishes to copy the ritual, the curse, after seeing how powerful the other man is becoming. (Who cares if it could be coincidental? Power is power.) Wei Wuxian wishes to help, but the Burial Mounds won't tell him anything more. He is not at the stage where he scares the information out of It instead, so he continues to learn, keeping an eye on the boundaries of the Burial Mounds that he made much clearer, more formal, when he learned how to. He learns, he frees, and he waits. When a child runs to the boundaries, screaming and crying and bleeding, with golden clad men in pursuit, Wei Wuxian shoves down the urge to make them feel how he this child feels ('too soon,' It whispers to him, 'too soon to reveal yourself.'). Instead, he reaches out and snatches the sobbing child into his arms, across the boundaries, and presses them close to his chest. The Burial Mounds screams in delight at the new sacrifice, the fresh blood being spilled, another weapon, a weaker-willed one this time- Wei Wuxian does not let It have the child. He carves a place in the Burial Mounds that is fit for a child, for a normal human, and he makes It bend to his will for the first time. (This time will not be the last.)

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Holy crapoly! I actually do art sometimes. Who knew.

This is a character that I've become WAY over attached to in a TGCF fic I will never post. Ever. It's my horrid brain baby that no one needs to be subjected to.

<3

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I hate Nintendo Switch Online. I hate the lack of optimization. I hate the expensive subscription service. I hate the lack of games. I hate the limited time releases. I hate that it's never gonna have the level of content that the Wii virtual console had. I hate what capitalism has done to gaming.

This collection includes: All the GBA, GB and GBC games currently available on the Switch!!

+ And a few extra bonus!! Mostly from the same series'seses

Download here for free!!: https://www.mediafire.com/file/pzycxh6zu9b8drf/GBA_Online_PC.rar (405 MB Uncompressed)

They're all ready to be played in HD on PC. Just drag and drop the files on the included program

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Hey here's some free Sims games. Don't pay for digital media in this economy.

Sims 1

Sims 2

Sims 3

Sims 4

Here is also all non-PC sims games. As well as links to a variety of emulators:

PS2

PS3

XBOX

XBOX 360

PSP

DS

Wii

GameCube

Game Boy Advance/Other emulator

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Endless Abyss(kinda)! SY AU

First things first, this is very much inspired by this post by @/rainbowsmagicandshit and @/allpiesforourown, HIGHLY recommend reading that fist just to get a glimpse of where I started off, but do note I have accidentally deviated from the original idea a bit, so uh, oops ig.

This was born out of a mix of different ideas (as usual), so think of this as ‘The AU where SY is a demon, and also the Endless Abyss, and also my excuse to have Binghe possibly make a harem consisting entirely of SY’s’, or, as I like to call it:

As per usual, Shen Yuan has died. It happens to the best of us, and of course, he died while reading the glittering piece of trash that is Proud Immortal Demon Way.But, as he is in the process of getting snatched away by the System, something goes wrong, and the System has to quickly redirect itself and it causes SY to get knocked out of course.

His soul scrambles to find a new host, and it manages to find someone suitable enough. When SY wakes up though, he isn’t greeted by the sight of a roof, or a forest, or anything remotely familiar; instead, the moment he regains consciousness, he’s senses are flooded with as much information as possible. It’s like a computer with too many tabs open, but in this case, you can see all the tabs at the same time and all of them are playing the most obnoxiously loud videos possible, in fact, everything feels so overwhelming even thinking becomes too much.

What SY doesn’t know is that he has transmigrated into the body of a Titan, an almost extinct godly demon race that only existed in the confines of Airplane’s first drafts, and it turns out shoving a human soul into the body of a deity doesn’t bode so well, since what the human mind is able to process doesn’t even come close to what a Titan is able to feel. So because SY can’t get a hold of his own mind, his control of his own body is also not great, and he is completely unaware as his newly acquired body goes on a rampage.

See, SY is currently in a very old version of the Demon Realm, so old in fact, Heavenly Demons still rule over the Realm. It really is quite a shame that SY wasn’t in his right mind at the time, and instead of being able to observe how ancient Heavenly Demons governed demonic society, he instead accidentally set on a path of destruction, with the casualties being anything that had the bad luck of standing in his way. In fact, the destruction got so bad a few of the Heavenly Demons rulers, who notoriously hated each other, settles on a temporary peace agreement and joined forces to stop the mad Titan.

SY, in his frenzied state, didn’t even notice as hundreds of years went by as the Heavenly Demons tried to stop him, and also barely noticed when they finally managed to chain him down and cast him away to be forever banished to the Endless Abyss. His body, once so tall it grazed the clouds, was torn apart, with each of its different parts sealed away in various locations as an attempt to diminish the Titan’s power. It worked, actually, and unbeknownst to the demons, SY slowly began to get his thoughts in order; the event that finally pushed him to coherency was when a few of those Heavenly Demon rulers got greedy, and while sealing away SY’s body parts, attempted to harness his power for themselves, and tried to create legendary weapons out of his flesh and bone.

Most of them failed, a Titan’s power to overwhelming for even a Heavenly Demon to handle, but one of them succeeded, and created a powerful sword made from the Titan’s own heart: Xin Mo. Unfortunately for the creator of Xin Mo, it didn’t take long for them to fall into madness and eventually succumb to Xin Mo’s power, casting themselves away to hold onto the sword forever in the same valley SY’s hands were sealed; but it is as they say, one man’s trash is another man’s treasure, and while Xin MO’s creator perished, they managed to take enough power away from SY for him to finally be able to think.

It had been a thousand years at this point, and SY’s first coherent thought was that he desperately needed a break, and that in all these years, he hadn’t managed to get a single glimpse into the world of PIDW, and what a waste! Specially since he was now in the most interesting area Airplane had managed to create, he was itching to explore the world. Of course, in his current state he wasn’t exactly able to move (having his limbs cut off certainly didn’t help, but apparently it had been so long since he was imprisoned that his Main Body had started to fuse with the Abyss? Really, more of a slight inconvenience than anything), but he also had become tired of his Titan body with it’s Titan feelings, and so he decided to split his consciousness and create a small army of human sized avatars who were later dubbed his ‘Watchers’, who’s sole purpose was to explore the Endless Abyss and send their findings back to the Main Body (in bite sized, easy to understand thoughts).

It is the first years of his Watchers wandering about that SY finally understood what had happened to his body, and figured out that Xin Mo was a product of his flesh. He figured that since demons tried to use his body for malicious purposes before, with one even succeeding, he decided that one Xin Mo was enough, and came up with a plan: He was going to piece his Titan body back together as a means to prevent anything of the sort happening again, but he was immediately going to seal the Titan body away again, as to not have to deal with it’s overwhelming power.

As the Watchers were sent to locate his body parts again, one of their first findings were the hands, which also meant the resting place of Xin Mo itself. How lucky, he thought! He could just take the hands away and maybe leave one of the Watchers guarding Xin Mo so when Luo Binghe eventually comes to retrieve his sword, SY at least can catch a glimpse of his favorite protagonist! He wasted no time, and while his avatars tried to unseal his hands, one of them went to move Xin Mo, just so it was out of the way, and in doing so the sword retaliated and ended up disintegrating the poor Watcher. What a rude sword, going against its own body.

Fine! If Xin Mo was going to be difficult so be it, and SY formed a new plan: before reuniting his Titan body back together, SY send his Watchers to keep an eye on as much of the Endless Abyss as possible and the moment Luo Binghe fell in, he would turn to hugging the protagonist’s thigh and help him survive the harsh environment as long as Binghe took Xin Mo. Well, it should be no problem, right? Binghe was fated to get the sword one way or another, and SY is sure his involvement will be small insignificant enough that it won’t be much more of a side quest for the future Demon Emperor!

Now, if he were a half human, half Heavenly Demon teenager who just got pushed into hell by his teacher, where would he land….

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So, as you can see, this is mostly more like SY’s origin story lol, but I’ll probably write Binghe’s first meetings with the Watchers sometime soon (hopefully).In the meantime though, enjoy some more of the bonus sketches I did while figuring out the AU, and of course, if anyone has any questions or thoughts about this, feel free to send them to me!

[blonchie]

I took my dog to our new vet, and our old vet mentioned in her file that she is a very good girl and easy to work with. I just about started crying because SOMEONE! SOMEONE LIKES WORKING WITH MY DOG! She loves the vet! She loves visiting the weird people that stab her once a year but can be forgiven because they feed her treats!

Also, the other techs heard I was going to school for animal science and were like "Do you wanna be a tech? We have internships available... We know you need work experience to graduate..." (wink wink nudge nudge).

AHHHH THEY'RE SO NICE