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Shang Qinghua cares.

He cares so much.

He loves his creation.

The world he should know better than anything.

But.. well.

Even creator gods can forget things.

The system doesnt want him to remember.

Shang Qinghua cares.

Hes been through this story more than once.

Been trapped within the system in his own story.

A loop of lies, pain, and death.

He forgets sometimes, that being in the story he made, has made these people real.

Shen Yuan is real.

Shen Jiu is real.

Lou Binghe is real.

And it has been shoved into his attention.

Shen Jiu's soul is missing.

And if Shang Qinghua is right.. probably shattered.

Thats why the system has dragged Shen Yuan here.

To take his place.

To take his torment.

The torment he never wanted to give to Shen Jiu.

The torment he never wanted binghe to experiance.

Hes trapped in his own story.

Useless in the face of people being tormented.

And the system is changing the rules.

His son is dead.

And the system is changing the rules.

Shang Qinghua cares.

And that will be the systems undoing.

You dont trap an administrator.

You dont chain a god.

Shang Qinghua gets up in the middle of a Peak Lord meeting. One he could recits in his sleep.

He brushes his fingers over the systems screens and

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Weeps

Glowing Fractrals spins from his hands, as they grab the systems screens and tugs, snarl on his face as he wrenches.

I am Ỷ̵̠͕͕̱͎̞̤͎̠̗̈́̈̒̓͒̒͒́͆ͅo̶̡̜͎̮̪̬͓̳͔͐̀̂͛͜u̸̫̣͍͖̪̲͂̀̀̈̒̂̅͛r̴̺͉͔̣̣̽͗̾̎̋̚ ̶͙̺͈͈͙̱̥̬̣̯̓͜ǵ̴͇̬͎͙͇͔̦̹̊̊́̔̓̋̾͐͘͝o̵̰̠̙̝͎̗͛̅̇̔̎̊̋́̊̕ḍ̴̨̽͑.

I̸͉̯͊̀̅̔͑̃̓͐̽́͌͠͝ ̸̡̨̟͓̻̠̩̖̟̤̖̣̟̲̒͆̏͛̑̋́͑͘͝ͅŵ̸̡͍͎̺̖͚͇̱̥͙͈̼̐͌̐̓͌͋̑̿͒̈͗͝͝i̶̦̫̳͖̲͙̞̺̿̓͐̒͆͌͑͂͛͌ḷ̶̨̧̢̠͇̰̟̼̥̞̐ͅļ̷̨̩̪̋̀̎̊̓̐͌͋͒̆̎̓̒̕ ̶̖͕͔̥̬̦̺̃͌́n̸̼͓͔̠̱̗͖̽̀̽ǫ̸̛̤͑͒̒̅̓̏̓̚͝ṱ̸̜͙͇̣̳͚̟̭̄̈́̍̑̐͊̚͠ ̸̪͎̾͐̽́̓͂͝w̶̜͆̌̓̓̽͊̎͐̔̎̏̐͘͠a̵͖͕͛̓̄͗̊̊̆̈́͘ͅt̷̡͍͓̗͖̊͛̈́̌̋̍̄̑̐̊̕͠c̶̮͕̭̤̖̣͍̙͕̀͌̕͜͝͠h̴̛͂͒͂͘��̢̖͓̫͙̭̻̦͙͇̫͕̰̖̆̄̑̈́̓̍́͠͝ ̶̢̡̻̤̹̝̠̟̦̹̟̰͗̀͒̊͂̍̒͝͝ͅẗ̷̤̠͈̳́͒̓h̴̛̠̦̝̺̊̓̂ͅi̵̭͔̘̞̦͆̂̏̿̑̉̀̄̍͗̕̚͝s̷̢̡͓̜̞̪̝͉̹̫̥̟̹̽̿͋̽͋͐͜ͅ ̵̢̢͙̮̙͇̓s̴͎̔͠t̶̨̛͙̳̒̑͂̀o̵̧̨̟͇̥̱̘̖̖̪̭̣͙̤̩̽͆͑̒͗̈́̓͑̄͠r̴̝͇̥̦̮̥̣̬͓̐͛͒͒̍̀̋͝ͅỳ̵̨̢̝̞̤͕̞͚͉̘̗͉̩͌̄̀̈̈̉̂̈́̇͊͠ ̴̢̡̗̖̠̩͇͚̣̮͇̓̐̐͂p̸̡̢̢̹̜͔̖̮̫͔̣͙̻̀̎̒͂̔̀̾͗̑̿̄͛ļ̴̯͇̿͋̋̌̌a̴̧̛̩̘̱̩̰͚͚̪̯̥͓̅̽͊̑̆̑͠ͅy̵̩̥̰̗̮̣̟͈̪̙̺̐͗̅͑̂̅͆̍̄̇͑͒͛̚ ̷̡̪͇͍͖͔̖͍̐̈́̉o̶̻͎̘̬͚̒͒͘ǘ̴̢̨̥̤̦̮̺͔͎̥̪̫̣̎͜͝t̸͚̺͙̙͓̤̓ͅ ̷̧̛͇͚̭͚̯͓̝̲͕͋̒̒̊a̷̯̼̳͚̹̯̺̺̝̲̬̣̔́g̸̨̛͔̤̞͉͖̫̫̟̉͌̌ã̸̤͕͖̊̐̀̓̽̀̕͘͘͝͠i̸̡̨̧̳͎̼͉̮͈͈̲͌̊̋͆̽͐̈n̶̫̖̮̣̞̮̙̝͕̊͜͠

Time fractures, pauses.

Theres a scream. Unnatural in the sudden stillness.

Before time Rewinds.

And Shang Qinghua wakes up back in his office to the System chiming.

[Administrator Logged in.]

[Welcome Airplane shooting through the sky!]

(for jumbled text: your god, and i will not watch this story play out again.)

awakening of the creator

(the system sucks)

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For all of the northerners that stood up for Texas during our freeze and said, "Don't make fun of them, they've never dealt with this before. Their infrastructure isn't made for snow and freezing."

This one is for you.

Where I live 108°F with 80% humidity with no wind is normal.

Pacific North West is dealing historic best waves 35-40°C or 95-105°F.

First of all. Don't make fun of them for bitching about the heat. Just like Texas isn't built for a freeze and our pipes burst, Pacific North West isn't built for heat and a lot of their homes don't have AC.

If you live somewhere with a high humidity like 80+ HUMIDITY IS NOT YOUR FRIEND. The "humidity makes it feel cooler" is a lie once it gets beyond a point.

If you live somewhere with a lower humidity, misters are nice to cool off outside.

Once you get over 90°F (32°C) a fan will not help you. It's just pushing around hot air. (I mean if you can't afford a small AC unit because they're expensive as hell, by all means a fan is better than nothing).

If you have pets, those portable AC units aren't safe. If your pets destroy the outtake thing, it'll leak CO2. Window units are safer.

Window AC units will let mosquitoes or other small bugs in. Sucks, but that's life.

Now is not the time to me modest. If you have to cover for religious reasons, by all means. If you don't, I've seen people wear short shorts and a swim top. It's not trashy if it keeps you from getting heat stroke.

If you do have to cover up for religious reasons, look for elephant pants or something similar. They're made with a breathable material.

Shade is better than no shade, but that shit it just diet sun after some point. Don't think shade will save you from heat stroke.

I know the "drink your water" is a fun meme now, but if you're sweating excessively you need electrolytes. Drink Gatorade, Powerade, or Pedialite PLEASE. I don't care if you're fucking sitting in one spot all day. That shit WILL save you from heat stroke.

Most importantly. RESEARCH THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN HEAT STROKE AND HEAT EXHAUSTION PLEASE!

If you're diabetic and can't drink Gatorade, mix water, fruit juice, and either lite salt or pink salt

If you can afford it, cover windows with thick curtains to insulate the house

If you have tile floors, lay on them with skin to tile contact. If you don't, laying your head on cool counters works too.

If the temperature where you're at is hotter than your body temperature, don't wear heat wicking clothing. Moisture wicking is safe though.

Check your medication labels. Many make you more susceptible to sun and heat

-Room temperature water will get into your body faster. This is something I learned doing marching band in high summer in Georgia, and it saved all of our asses. Sip it, don't gulp it, especially if you're getting into the red; same goes for whatever fluid you're drinking. And just in general drink during the day.

-If you are moving from an air conditioned space to an un-air conditioned space, if at all possible try to make the shift gradual. When my dad and I were working outside and in un-ac houses a few years ago, he'd turn the air down to low in the truck about ten-fifteen minutes before we got where we were going. This way your body doesn't go from low low temps to high temps. S'bad for you.

-If you can, keep your lights off during the day. Light bulbs may not generate a lot of heat, but the difference is noticeable when it gets hot enough. I literally only turn my bedroom light on in the evening when it gets too dark.

Don't be afraid to just like... pour water on yourself if you need to. The evaporation will cool you off.

Put your hand to the cement for 15 seconds. If you can't handle the heat, it'll burn your dog's paws. Don't let them walk on it.

Dogs with flat faces are more prone to heat stroke. Don't leave them out unsupervised.

Frozen fruit is delicious in water.

Wet/Cold hat/handkerchief on your head/neck will help you stay cool.

Pickle juice is great for electrolytes! You can even make pickle juice Popsicles!

Heat exhaustion is more, "drink water and get you cooled off." Heat stroke is more "Oh my god call 911."

Image Description provided by @loveize

[Image description: an infographic showing the difference between heat exhaustion and heat stroke. The graphic is labeled "Heat Dangers: First Warning." Signs of heat exhaustion: faint or dizzy, excessive sweating, cool, pale, clammy skin, rapid, weak pulse, muscle cramps. If you think you or someone else may be experiencing heat exhaustion, get to a cool, air-conditioned place, drink water if conscious, and take a cool shower or use cold compress. Signs of heat stroke: throbbing headache, no sweating, red, hot, dry skin, rapid, strong pulse, may lose consciousness. If you think you or someone else may be experiencing heat stroke, call 911. End description]

Be safe.

-fae

[chaoticducky]

Adding supplementary hand crafted frogs

Boss is asleep, cannot stop me from frogposting

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Phantom stares at the blurry photos and sighs, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

"Goddammit. Yeah. Thats defintely my problem." He says. He glances back at Dante as he rocks Elly. "What do you think Starlight? Can you stay here with Batman while i go make Johnny and Kitty go back to the Zone?"

Dante frowns, and squints over at Batman, assessing. He nods hesitantly. "Hes sufficiently Father Shaped." He says, sliding down off of Phantom's back and trotting over to glue himself to Batman's calves.

Phantom smiles hesitantly as he passes Elly over into his arms. "It shouldnt take too long. Im familiar with the pair enough to be able to at least get them to stop terrorizing the locals." He says as Elly settles with Phantom's cape in Batmans arms.

"And if not Soup Time." Dante says a little gleefully, into Batman's calf.

"Soup time?" Batman asks a little alarmed.

Phantom shrugs. "The device i use to transport my people is shaped like a soup thermos. Ive taken to calling time out Soup Time." He says a little helplessly. "I'll be back in an hour. Two tops if they need to relay a message, if supes can direct me to his city." Phantom says.

Dpxdc prompt? Snippet? Idk?

I've had this scene stuck in my head for so long idk what to do with it so yall can have it.

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"We...may need to call on Phantom for this."

Batman grumbled at Constantine's remark. Up until now they hadn't had any issues with ghosts and he was hoping it would be longer before they needed to pull Phantom in for his expertise.

~

It had only been a month since King Phantom and his children came crashing into their dimension. Their ship had come out of a Lazarus green portal that spontaneously appeared in the lower atmosphere just outside of Gotham. Batman had called the League for potential backup and ended up surrounding the strange craft with Superman, Green Lantern, Martin Manhunter, and Zatanna for magical support.

They were not expecting a child, one no older then 6 or 7, with pearlescent white hair and striking green eyes to come tumbling out and crying for them to help her father.

~

Superman stood up from his place at the meeting room table with the grace of a man who didn't feel comfortable pestering an eldritch god of a man until it was absolutely necessary, "Are we sure this is a ghost? It could very well be something else-"

"Oh it's definitely a ghost," Constantine cut him off, taking a drag of his (against league policy) lit cigarette and blowing the smoke up at the ceiling, "There's no mistaken it. Even before Phantom's little 'crash course' on ghosts I coulda told ya that."

Batman looked over the blurry images on screen. They were of what looked to be two individuals riding a motorcycle at dangerous speeds through Metropolis. Superman had told them they hadn't hurt anyone directly but had caused a few minor crashes and were a general pain to interact with. Just like Phantom had told them, they couldn't be picked up clearly on any modern cameras and Superman hadn't had any luck capturing them. They simply slipped through a wall or disappeared around a block. It had been a week of this and Clark had finally given up and called for assistance.

"Isn't it like, 4am in Gotham?" Flash asked, leaning back in his chair, "Wouldn't he be asleep or something? Does he sleep?" The last bit he mostly asked to himself.

"Yes, he does," Batman answered, much to the confusion of Flash. "I'll make the call."

After a few rings the line picked up to a slightly slurred and staticky, "Hello?"

"Phantom, are you available at the moment. We think we may have...a ghost problem. In Metropolis."

A pause. Then a tired sigh came through the line, "Alright, give me 10 minutes." And the call ended.

Superman shifted uncomfortably, "It sounded like you woke him up." Of course he was listening. Batman glared at him, then turned to the rest of the gathered league, "He'll be here in 10 minutes."

About 6 minutes later a portal ripped itself open next to the window of the meeting room and out stepped Phantom, looking less drowsy then he sounded. Clinging to his back (to the League's surprise) was his oldest, Dante. And cradled in his arms, wrapped against his chest with his cape was his youngest, Eleonora, (they're only a month apart but Dante would throw a fit if he wasn't referred to as oldest sibling)

With a jaw cracking yawn Phantom stepped forward towards the meeting table, "Sorry, I hope it's alright I brought the kids." He started, running a hand through his daughter's hair, "Elly just had a nightmare and Dan didn't want to be left alone."

Over his shoulder, the little prince grumbled something about 'too quiet' and 'bad memories' and wasn't that mildly concerning.

"It's alright, you're majesty." Superman stood and gave Phantom a nervous smile. He didn't not trust the man but anything magical and/or supernatural tended to make even him nervous, "We know we called you quiet early and out of the blue... Sorry about waking you up,"

Phantom waved him off with another yawn, "Nah, it's fine, you didn't wake me. I was already up with Elly when you called." At her names mention, the little princess shifted and let out a small whimper. Phantom sighed and then a rumbling sound started up in his chest that sounded a lot like purring. At the noise, little Elly settled down again.

It was sweet, seeing this supposedly all powerful being just being a single father. A few days after the king was treated in the Watchtower's medical facility, they got a taste of what Phantom was capable of when a small armada of alien ships decided now was the best time to attack Earth.

~

The League had been gathered to discuss how to proceed when Phantom had stepped in and offered his assistance. "I owe you all for saving me," he had argued when they tried to refuse.

15 minutes

It took King Phantom 15 minutes (and 25 seconds) to have the aliens running with their tail between their legs. Debris from the lead ship unrecognizable.

~

"Alright, now what's this 'ghost problem' you need me for?" At that, the League (mostly Superman, considering it was in his city) explained the situation to their resident 'Ghost expert'.

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And that's it, idk where this was going but now it's out of my brain

And my hands

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Danny curls up by the woman in the cryotube that he found her ghost singing him a soft lullaby.

He whimpers and curls when the man walks in, curling as close as he can get to the only comfort hes found in ages.

Mr. Freeze peers down at the obvious teenager, curled up to Nora, exhibiting comfort seeking behaviors. He examines the contraption affixed to his head and frowns.

Thats not on there volunatirily. He can see the welds, and the bruising of the teenagers wrists. Freeze looks down at his tool belt and tries to remember what he has that might be able to remove it. He turns and leaves. He comes back with a plasma cutter he stole off of catwoman. She has the best tools.

The teenager, child really, whimpers when he gets closer, scrunching up to Nora.

"Im only here to help." He says, voice a rumble. The boy turns his head to look at him, whimpering again, and Freeze examines the device more before he shows the teen the plasma cutter.

"You will have to hold very still or i will burn you." He says, seriously.

The teenager nods, wary but relaxing a little from the tense scrunch.

Freeze takes a deep breath and sets about removing it from the child.

It takes about an hour to cut through shoddy welds. Before it pops off and Freeze finds it is attached to the kids skin. He doesnt seem to care, ripping it off, taking skin with it as he throws it away from himself across the room.

He scrunches back up to Nora and starts crying. "Thank you." He rasps, voice a hoarse barely there thing.

"You are most welcome child." Freeze says.

Danny Phantom Man in the Iron Mask au!!

The Fentons find out about Phantom = Danny and they can't just kill him or tear him apart molecule by molecule, but they can experiment until they figure out how to get this horrible ghost separated from their beloved son.

But days turn to weeks...

Weeks turn to months...

After a year passes and they're no closer to a success, they lock him away. They can't let this fiendish ghost harm anybody else, but they also still can't even consider letting their son die just to get rid of it.

So until they get any new ideas... they'll lock him away.

But even early on in the experiments they couldn't take the manipulation, the begging, the pleading, the crying, all coming from their son's face in their son's voice. It's not him. It's the ghost.

So, they go through several iterations. They've used gags, barbed muzzles, spiked tongue depressors, balaclavas, blindfolds, and eventually... the mask.

It's ecto-proof and solid metal. It covers his head, his hair getting caught where it hasn't quite been fully sanded down. There are small slits for his eyes, so he can see out but nobody can be subjected to that toxic green stare. There are pinholes for his ears, to make sure he can't ignore direct commands. His nose is unpleasantly squashed up against the metal, with just enough room to breathe. There's a slit for his mouth, but a long, broad slab of metal protrudes inwards, the underside marred with spikes that dig into his tongue and hold it down so any attempt to speak would be agony. He still screams, sometimes. The spikes also line the sides of the contraption, curved forward and cruelly hooking into his cheeks to ensure he could never try to remove it himself. The base of the mask connects to a bulky sci-fi-looking collar, with shock prongs and needles cutting harshly into the skin of his neck. Weaponised ectoplasm and electricity never really got along with Danny.

When they decide to lock him up for good (not for good. not forever. just until they have a new idea. until the science is there), they weld it on tight. No more locks, no more hinges. Just heavy, unforgiving metal.

Y'all can decide if he runs and is stumbling around the streets of Gotham like this, if it's not a crossover and his friends get him out, if the GIW take him away and make things even worse for him.

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Batman: *heavy sigh* Constantine. You should know better than to insult beings you havent even identified yet just because of what they look like.

Constantine: *seething*

Flash: what do you mean spooky?

Batman gestures at the circle: *deadpan* im fairly certian the young man you just brought here was King Phantom on his down time.

Constantine: *going pale*

Flash: Do ghost kings get down time?

DPxDC #35

Ghost king gets summoned. Danny shows up wearing sweats and a loose t-shirt, holding a pot.

Danny: ...

JL/summoners: ...

Danny looks down and sees he's still holding his dinner.

Danny: Okay, less annoyed now, what's up?

Starts eating his dinner out of the pot with his serving spork. (Danny silently thankful his dinner came too. He hadn't eaten all day.)

JL and/or summoners are completely confused.

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THIS IS NOT REAL. If you get this comment, they’re just trying to get you to delete your fic.

1) I would have gotten some kind of email from Ao3 if this was true

2) this comment is formatted to be perfect to tack onto any fic they choose

3) ALSO why on earth would Ao3 get rid of entire fandoms off the site? Even if they WERE inactive? Who knows if others will be ‘late’ to the fandom and want some fic to read. Who knows if someone wants to come back to their 6 year old account only to find most of their fics deleted.

I’m lucky to be a reasonable adult who has seen tricks like these who also had a very kind person comment their own doubts.

Please let your Ao3 friends know <3

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Crochet Sunburst Granny Square, a free crochet pattern designed by Sarah Stearns on Ravelry.

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When I was little my mom’s meatloaf was my favorite food. But ONLY her meatloaf. I didn’t like anyone else’s, and she told me that she would teach me how to make it when I was older. And when I was like 19? She finally taught me, but she told me never to tell anyone else and I was like weird but okay

Anyway, she was super fucking homophobic and abusive to me when I told her I was gay, so here’s the recipe

4-6 lbs of Hamburger/turkey burger

1 pk onion soup mix OR ranch mix

1 TBs ketchup

1 Tbs spicy brown mustard,

1 Tbs bbq sauce

1 Tbs steak sauce

1 egg

mix, shape into a loaf in a big pan, and bake at 350 for 2 hrs (maybe 2 and a half if you’re feeling dangerous)

You can get almost all of these ingredients at the dollar store, and have leftovers if it’s just you. The leftovers make great tacos if (taco seasoning is also like a dollar). Enjoy your revenge loaf

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I luckily haven't had to deal with much chronic pain or hand pain yet, especially with regards to baking (crochet is another story). That said, these look like some pretty solid tips! There's also some in the comments section.

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Just as Jason watches a kid fades into veiw. He looks about Damiens age, all of a gangly 10-14.

Hes got white hair and is in a black hazmat suit. Hes staring down at the formation of rocks in utter bewilderment. He looks up when Jason makes a noise and his eyes are greengreengreengreen.

"He made me a grave." The kid says, something painfully raw in his eyes. He looks back down at it. "I've never had one of those before."

His voice is quiet, raw, and reverant.

Grave by the Barn

Jason knows that it's useless to try and hide his occasional smoking habit from Alfred, but that doesn't mean he isn't going to try anyway. This time he finds himself standing behind Damian's barn while lighting up a cigarette. 

That is when, out of the corner of his eye, Jason sees it. A pile of smooth, painted rocks and right in the center is the biggest rock; the name Danyal is painted on it. He doesn't remember any of Damian's animals being named that. 

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