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Shang Qinghua wouldn't go as far as to consider them close friends. They're only martial brothers, and as Cang Qiong's resident scum rat spy, he is aware of exactly how meaningless such fickle relationships are.

But when Liu Qingge inevitable does something infuriating and destructive, it's Mu Qingfang whom he exchanges rueful, exasperated glances with behind the other Peak Lord's backs. They carry the weight of Cang Qiong's wellbeing -- Zhangmen-shixiong and the Bai Zhan War God carry their sect name to higher leagues, but it's Mu Qingfang and Shang Qinghua who ensure that nobody is dead or dying and everything is operating as it should. They're the invisible backbone; if they were to vanish for a week the sect would collapse.

None of his martial brothers noticed when Shang Qinghua was running on fumes and hasn't slept for two months straight, except for Mu-shidi, who slipped him a packet of what was essentially sleeping pills. In return, whenever a request for equipment or supplies arrived from Qian Cao, Airplane will rate it a 7/10 in urgency, making sure Mu Qingfang has what he needs as soon as possible.

Could that be considered favoritism? Perhaps, but why should he care? If Yue Qingyuan is allowed to be eternally biased towards Shen Qingqiu, he can do whatever he likes.

MQF and SQH friendship...

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Talk

Hello again to the really nice western woman with the really pretty braid who greeted me "hello 'name' " outside AEON Station 18 barely twenty minutes ago when I was chatting with an ex schoolmate.

You called me by name and startled me so much that I couldn't find the words. I was trying to figure out if I knew you before.

Turns out you probably read my name tag from my school uniform.

你好，小姐。Happy holidays in Malaysia.

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Creative Writing

Sometimes as a writer, my search history and pinterest page is alarming.

Like, a friend noticed the top bar of my google search history and asked, "Gurl, why would you search how rum tastes like?" Note that I live in a muslim country (though I'm not muslim, and I'm 16. Underage.)

I was writing a first meeting between two characters in a bar, and picking liquor or cocktails I think would suit the character.

Oh, or what about the pinterest page about bullet entry and exit holes (I didn't know that the exit holes were that large), or the page detailing what happens to the body post-mortem, or the part about how manipulation works?

I was writing a story, dear. Crime and spies. No, I am not plotting murder. Yes, everything in my notebooks are purely fictional.

No, you do not have permission to see my photo gallery full of weird, concerning bullshite, no sire.

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Sherlock Holmes

Sometimes, I imagine that I'm a murder victim in a Sherlock universe - stabbed or strangled or whatever, and the great and mighty Sherlock Holmes would deduce random shit about me from my very dead corpse.

Like, oh, she has two very obvious callouses on the middle finger of her right hand, and look at the little finger side - smudged blue ink. This girl must write very often, and is most likely a student or has a hobby of writing.

How I know she's a student? Why, elementary my dear Watson. That is gel pen ink, commonly used my students, and in that colour. Things could not be more transparent. Open her bag and you will find the evidence you need. Form 4 Physics, yes? I am never wrong.

Ah, unbelievably careless! Gaze upon the back of her left hand: scars gained from hot oil splatters. Her knees are scarred, though faded. A rowdy childhood.

Messy as well, with no particular care over her appearance. If you look carefully, Watson, you will notice that the shoulder of her shirt is mended. She is wearing a T-shirt and shorts to the mall instead of dressing up, and she wears no jewellery or makeup.

Whilst I was dead, corpse on the floor somewhere.

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I love them so much, but here!

The moment Fedya spat out blood that stained his sullied prison uniform even further, Nikolai knew deep in his heart that he would not survive the night. Nonetheless, he’d hoped. A childish sort of hope that was thought to have withered away long ago.

Fedya was confusing, always confusing; never revealing any plan of his until it was all complete. Fedya was the only person in the world who saw Nikolai in his core, stripped of all the intricate layers of madness, stripped of the facade of unrestrained insanity, stripped of freedom... It was like Fyodor could see through him.

He didn't know what to feel about that.

Fyodor understood him on a deeper level, and of course, Nikolai loved the attention. Loved the way the genius knew everything and accepted Nikolai as a useful chess piece. However, the camaraderie didn't matter. Freedom was in sight, the dark-haired man being the only obstacle in his path.

When the helicopter exploded in a shower of flames, in the distance, Nikolai heard a thread snap.

I was thinking about the thing with my last post (how bsd characters see the world) and I realised that Nikolai would make an interesting palace owner.

He literally sees the world as a cage to break out of - his palace keywords would be "Nikolai Gogol, Cage, the world". The interior would be people in society, all walking around in moving portable cages. His treasure...I'm not sure, but I think his coat would fit, but if it were to happen the PT would have a lot of trouble stealing it off his shoulders.

And this fun little detail I thought of is that there are strings, or thread-like stuff tying cages to each other. They represent attachments to people or items, and Nikolai's cage only has one thread, connected to Fyodor Dostoevsky.

He canonically thinks that with all these attachments, he can't break out of his cage, which is why he wants Fyodor dead desperately as he's the only string he has.

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Dialogue Prompts from my daily life

"I swear to god - "

"What? "

"I am now this close to a mental breakdown," I pinch my fingers together until they turn pale. "Do your part of the project before I resort to murder."

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"You want an explanation as to why the AJK and farewell situation is like this?" I twirl around the St. John room, as if I'm not trespassing. "I have one: politics."

"Everything is politics." I repeat, quoting a line from my favourite e-book

AJK= ahli jawatankuasa (president, secretary, treasurer etc)

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"I'm not exactly hot and gorgeous," mum said casually, "your dad was quite popular back in the day."

"You must've done something right, because he married you instead of any of the others."

"Your dad married me because he's the sort of guy who cares less about appearances than character. Those sort of men are on the brink of extinction."

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"Lets dye our hair together after graduation. Effective immediately." A sharp grin from my friend in our group of four predominantly English-speaking girls. Our pasttimes are reading and simping after characters, real life and fictional alike. Benedict Cumberbatch does amazing as Sherlock Holmes.

I duck out, hands placed in an 'I surrender' position. "Maybe if we're 30?"

She shieks in outrage. "30? Why?"

"I have to take Form 6, besides our hair are all black and I don't wanna bleach my hair." It would be pointless anyway.

These actually happened and I'm trying to remember then so I oost it here.

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Three hours as a babysitter

Utterly horrifying

Made with ibisPaint based on my own experience. Feel free to laugh and feel empathy at my suffering.

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A well-deserved vacation 

Inspired by The Little Prince.

When the lamplighter finally gets the long overdue vacation and rest he should’ve gotten in the first place. Employee benefits, everyone.

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Nostalgia

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Marsh Pennyworts

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First tries at drawing Our adorable Klee on paper. One is according to reference while the other is an aged-up version of Klee in my own style.

I can’t show the rest of the paper because I messed up the chibi. Note to self, practice chibi from now on.

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This might seem weird, but, hear me out.

Jouno Saigiku as one of the Todoroki children fits so well in a Bnha x Bsd fic. White hair, red tips, practically Fuyumi's twin.

Reincarnated after a frankly humiliating 5-minute battle to end up with a flaming asshole as a father.

Reckon he'll run away from home than withstand this torture from fate itself -- dye his hair completely red, work illegally and keep his eyes closed so ppl think he's blind, only for reincarnated Teruko to show up by his doorstep years later to invite him to join the new and improved Stray Dog Hero Agency.

("By the way, people from the ADA and some from the PM are there too, since Natsume-dono was the one to establish this agency," says Teruko.)

He accepts, because why not? Jouno Saigiku is a spiteful man through and through. Endeavour will never see it coming.

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Arthur Conan Doyle

Ability: A Study in Scarlet— User can see traces of actions in footprints/shoe prints/handprints that fade in about an hour. Can be turned off.

I am in the middle of writing a fic for this Oc

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My father just revealed to me that mathematics was created in order to figure out the "behind the scenes" of science. To explain the laws of nature.

I hate math. Science is one of my favorite subjects in school since I can visualize it around me. My life is a lie.

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Happiness

The other day, my English teacher asked our class whether we think money cannot buy happiness. Several people put their hands up.

She then asked again whether the rest thought you can buy happiness with money. The rest did raise their hands.

My class has 29 middle school teenagers. The majority voted that, yes, you can buy happiness with money and all of a sudden I am very, very concerned about how their parents taught them growing up.

(Note: I asked the boy that sits next to me the reason. He answered, "If you're sad, buy something and you're not sad anymore, but happy."

"Then if you feel unhappy again?"

"Then buy another thing."

This, this is why the concept of shopaholics exist.)

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Happy Birthday Jouno Saigiku! Here's a bit of fem!Jouno cuz I suck at drawing guys (I tried. Sorry.)

And an additional happy birthday to myself tomorrow!

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I was thinking about the thing with my last post (how bsd characters see the world) and I realised that Nikolai would make an interesting palace owner.

He literally sees the world as a cage to break out of - his palace keywords would be "Nikolai Gogol, Cage, the world". The interior would be people in society, all walking around in moving portable cages. His treasure...I'm not sure, but I think his coat would fit, but if it were to happen the PT would have a lot of trouble stealing it off his shoulders.

And this fun little detail I thought of is that there are strings, or thread-like stuff tying cages to each other. They represent attachments to people or items, and Nikolai's cage only has one thread, connected to Fyodor Dostoevsky.

He canonically thinks that with all these attachments, he can't break out of his cage, which is why he wants Fyodor dead desperately as he's the only string he has.