#dy-no-mite

[retrogoldenmemories]

[oskarlevant]

[hcguesstheauthormessageboard]

*crawls out of yet another research hole* why are army ranks so goddamn confusing. why did i decide to write specifically this au. why cant i just write normal crack for once

- 🧨

there’s um. there’s generals? and colonels…. and. majors? (<- knows nothing)

[ouroborostaxidermy]

We've just added some new patch designs to our Etsy

Find them here!

[sunshineram]

my pothos :D when i got it vs now!

[lunchmonkey64]

Weekend Project!

Kids! Put together this fun Puzzle Cube!

Print on sturdy card stock

Color with crayons (or colored pencils)

Cut along outside lines (Get Mom's permission to use the scissors!)

Fold into cube

Tape edges together

Summon new friends! 😍😀🤐😈

[berryblu-soda]

call my kalanchoe theseus´ ship, the way it doesnt have a single one of the leaves it had when i first got it *tiny sob*

[theglassdragoncollective]

"Walk Like a Motherfucker" by the Ghost Funk Orchestra is exactly the kind of song you'd expect from the Dy-Na-MITES!

[mostlikelyshutup]

i do keep getting random bug bites and i do keep getting paris bed bug tiktoks on my fyp and i need you all to know that my fear of bugs is going fucking ham rn

[six-of-ravens]

also: if you see dead/dying plants in my photos...I know. I know. I am going to throw out the dead ones (rip ivy). Also my parlour palm and spider plant are Going Thru It so pls be kind to them 🥺

[theminecraftbee]

Once again, Zedaph finds himself outside the closed gates of the Deep Frost Citadel, tapping his feet with annoyance. Honestly, by now you’d think the stupid thing would understand Zedaph always gets his way, when it comes to Tango, but no, Tango’s stupid base keeps trying to stop him.

“I told you, I’m not here to negotiate, I’m here to pick up my friend,” Zedaph says irritably. The gates of the base don’t respond, and don’t open. “I have a very important nap to be taking, I’ll have you know, and I will not be stopped by… by base chicanery!”

There’s a deep, rolling growl from somewhere in the bowls of the citadel. It sounds like ravagers.

“Oh, don’t you threaten me, you know I’ll run around and die in there all you want as soon as it’s ready. Not even afraid, am I? You’ve had your taste of the good old Zed flesh, but no sir, you aren’t getting me today. The high-voltage wires were a good trick last time I came to bother Tango, I admit, but it won’t work again!”

Another rumbling growl. Zedaph huffs. It would certainly be nice if Decked Out spoke in human to him, so he wouldn’t have to keep guessing. Even sheep would be better—Tango may have an affinity for beasts, but Zedaph only has an affinity if the beasts are also silly.

He makes an educated guess. “Yes, yes, I know you’ve ‘eaten him’ or whatever. Well I’ll have you know that Tangos have more nutritional value after watching me take a very important nap. And also dying. Its enriching. You like enriched Tango—okay, okay, that wasn’t the complaint, geez, you don’t have to shout at me. At this rate I’ll just use my pickaxe to break through the door, and then what will you do, huh? Nothing. You’ll do nothing, because you’re a big stupid building in the ground, and Tango was my friend first.”

A rumble.

“Haha, yeah, take that. We’ve been friends for years. You might be his magnum opus, but you’ve never made him sign a custom body pillow with your beautiful face on it, have you? That is the bond of men! No base can do anything about that.”

A louder rumble. Zedaph feels what he thinks is supposed to be fear and desire to wander into the depths and die or something silly like that. Zedaph isn’t certain, because it’s not as important as Zedvancements. This is one of Zedaph’s special abilities: if it’s not as important as whatever he’s doing right now, he’s very good at ignoring it until it becomes important. So, like, the Citadel is trying to lure him to his death, but that’s less important than taking a very deadly nap while Tango watches with horrified awe, so he’ll just ignore it until later.

Works every time.

“Listen, I’ll bring him back in one piece! Have I ever lied about that? I never do. He always comes right back to work, even when I do distract him, and he’s chipper again, right? I barely even disrupt things. Not that you could do anything if I did, of course, you hunk of stone and ice.”

Zedaph stares at the closed doors for a bit longer. He thinks this is about when anyone else would either die on the spot, or run away screaming, or maybe just come in and feed themselves to a ravager, but the that’s because the other hermits very frequently don’t have anything better to do than to get caught up in other people’s nonsense, in Zed’s experience.

Zedaph simply has so much nonsense of his own that he can out-stubborn even Tango’s base. Like he said: a special talent.

Slowly, as though greatly reluctant, the gates open.

“Thank you, geez! Was that so hard?”

Zedaph stomps through to the hidden access door of the Decked Out maintenance tunnels, grabbing one of the supplemental oxygen masks as he does. He sighs as he realizes that Tango, once again, has forgotten he needs to breathe. Hopefully, the fact Zedaph is currently keenly aware of needing to breathe on account of planning to not do that ten times in a row does not remind Tango.

He finds Tango taking a nap tangled in some high-voltage redstone lines. This time, Zedaph knows better than to touch them. It had been a mite embarrassing the last time. “Tango! Hey, Tango!”

“Wuh?” says Tango, eloquently. “I’m up, I’m up, level three’s almost done I swear—”

“Tango, get up, I have bedroom tricks to show you!” Zedaph says.

“I’m up! Zed? Oh hey! What are you doing all the way out here?”

“I told you. It’s urgent, Tango, urgent. I have bedroom tricks only you can assist me with.”

“Well, that’s a good time I wasn’t expecting,” Tango says.

“No, you idiot! Get your head out of the gutter, and come on! I have things to do!”

“Okay, Zedaph, geez, geez, lemme just—”

“I’ve already asked your stupid base,” Zedaph says. “It’s fine. Now, get out of those wires before I get shocked or something, and we’re going to go have fun.”

Tango slowly uncoils himself. “Right. I’ll get ready and—” Zedaph whips a pair of sunglasses out of his pocket. Tango pauses before smiling brightly. “Oh, you’re the best.”

“I really am,” agrees Zed, and he grabs his best friend’s hand and leads him out of the Deep Frost Citadel to show off his latest contraption. He turns around and sticks his tongue out for good measure at the base as they go. Hah. Take that. The best. There’s no beating it.

And there’s no keeping him away from Tango. Zedaph guarantees it.

[blackopals-world]

Leona going to vet yuu because his ears are itching up a storm; lo and behold he seems to have somehow gotten an ear infection.

*exaggerated gasp*

Oh noooo, now he has to lay on their lap whenever they need to apply his ear medication. And- aw darn they have to massage his ears to work the medication in? Man, poor Leona...

Unsympathetic

Vet!Yuu x Leona Kingscholar

Yuu already knew what was wrong the moment Leona stepped into the clinic. His twitching ears had a reddish tent instead of pink.

Leona had been avoiding his health screenings. He had no intention of subjecting himself to being poked and stabbed by the doctor.

Part of health checks is the ear examination. Mites, ticks, bacteria, fleas, and whatever else hides in there.

Now something was wrong and Yuu didn't even care. They had no interest in the whining of a lion who doesn't listen.

The pain and ringing in his ears were unbearable as he growled to get Yuu's attention. But they didn't respond.

"If you're waiting for me to say you were right you're going to wait forever." Leona crossed his arms.

Yuu huffed.

"Move your big ass head so I can check." Yuu said pulling Leona my the braid.

Just as they feared it was an inner ear infection. Black wax on top of that. Probably from laying on the ground all the damn time. Who does that? Who thinks that's a good idea?

This is like when people think it's a good idea to get frisky in hay stacks or on the beach sand. Something Yuu had to deal with recently from the rest of idiots here.

Regardless Yuu started cleaning Leona's sore ears with a wet cloth and disinfectant.

The lion's ears twitched and folded back when they came in contact with the cold water.

"Hold still." Yuu struggled to get the tall man in a proper position. This was easier on actual lion's. At least thay will plop their heads into your lap, the overly affectionate bastards.

A light bulb went off as Yuu wrestled the surprised Leona into their lap to get a better angle.

Leona was taken aback as he was pushed head first into Yuu's lab. He felt cold liquid ear drops go in his ears. He had the reflexive urge to shake water from his head but the hand on the back of his neck prevented it.

"Let me go." Leona growled pushing himself up.

Yuu pushed him right back down.

"Nope, just relax while the medicine does its job. If you move too much now then you'll have buring ears for the next two weeks or more. Not to mention damaging your hearing and possibly spreading the infection to your brain." Yuu said cheerfully as though they don't care of Leona ends up dying.

Leona grumbled. This could be worse. His he tried he might fall asleep. Yuu made a decent pillow at least. He reluctantly settled in as Yuu gently massaged his ears.

" You're lucky I'm being so nice." Yuu huffed as Leona snuck his weight into them. "A hard-headed lion like you is too much trouble."

But Leona didn't care. He dozed off while listening to the doctor halfheartedly scold him.

[nijiiro-no-kasa]

The Sunshine Court reactions under the cut. That means spoilers!

Jeremy is so perfect and I love him. I’m so glad his whole Thing wasn’t an act 🌟

“Andrew taught me…” Everything about Andrew and Neil from Jean and Jeremy’s POVs was lovely. Even though Jeans view was basically like “Andrew is creepy and Neil is horrifying”. All of his descriptions of Neil made him sound like a cryptid or someone whos natural state is forcing down a murderous impulse by the skin of their teeth and he is RIGHT.

Jean reacting to the Foxes v Ravens game! His reaction to Riko attacking Neil!! His reaction to Andrew saving him!!!!!

“That’s just a mite bit hecked up” 💀

Both Jean and Jeremy being like “yeah he’s hot. But at what cost?” About the other

Barkbark. A golden retriever. Putting him in Jeans room so he won’t be alone. SOMEONE GIVE JEREMY A DOG

Jeremy buying Jean the shirt 🥺 He’s so good

Cat and Laila are somehow MORE amazing than I thought?? And I had really high expectations

I feel like Jeremy is going to learn necromancy just so he can bring Riko back and kill him 👀

Jeans reaction to Jeremy bleaching his hair!

“Blond 👁️👄👁️”

I’m dying to know what Jean did to Andrew and Neil (and Kevin)’s room. More than that, I’m dying to know their reactions lmao

“For the record, that’s not a thing well-adjusted people say” - That is the best summary for not only this book, but this whole series.

Jeremy saying “shall we see what kind of trouble we can get into” and pulling out a board game is so beautiful and wonderful and ridiculous. He is an old man and a golden retriever and an angel

“Permission to break his face coach?” “Denied.”

I was surprised that Andrew didn’t tag along for Neil’s little field trip to LA, but it made sense once Neil 1) Called for a hit via napkin while drinking Thai tea, 2) “That’s illegal, just so you know” at the FBI’s parking job, and 3) Him lying to and guilt tripping the FBI during questioning. Andrew would have simply died from lust if he had seen all that.

“Remember that the next time you think you aren’t worth saving” almost took me OUT

I am chewing through the walls of my cage waiting for the next book holy shit

[gallusrostromegalus]

AEIWAM: Why DOES the God Machine decay, anyways? It's operating outside of time and space. For that matter, I have Other questions about it. Why does it generate existence in the first place? Does it change its composition over time? Does it communicate with others like it? Did someone make it?

Strictly speaking, there is no reason for life to exist, here or in the fic. This is all just a very fun accident. Life exists in the 4 dimensions we're familiar with not because there is a reason FOR life to exist, but because there is no particular reason for life to NOT exist. I think it's the same in twelve or two hundred forty-seven dimensions. There's no reason for life to NOT exist outside of our understanding of time and space, so there's not particular reason to think it does not exist.

So the life machine exists, not because it was made, but because there is no reason it should not exist.

One thing that does seem to be true across different dimensions (and by "dimensions" I mean "measurable spectrums in which reality can exist", not "Alternate universes") is that death, or at least, entropy *does* exist. The universe we live in will eventually experience heat death. Time unravels under specific conditions and indications are that those conditions will eventually become dominant. All things, even the laws of physics, eventually die.

So the Life Machine dies, because for some reason, all things do.

...But also Things are born for no particular reason.

The big bang happened for no particular reason other than nothing was stopping it (kind of literally). Some people think that the universe will not experience heat death at all, but a dimensional collapse that crushes it all back together, before it explodes again, like a cosmic inhale and exhale.

Perhaps the Life Machine is not dying at all, so much as this version of it is reaching the next phase of it's life cycle, and it departs it's mortal coil not for oblivion but it turns to goop to reform into a body measured in entirely different dimensions.

Which is a bit of an upheaval for its microflora.

The Life Machine generates life in the same way you and I 'generate' the conditions of our intestines that support bacteria. If you ask most people, they do not think their primary purpose in life is to play host to billions of microorganisms, but that is very much something we do, and depend on.

Likewise, the Life Machine is misnamed, because it's got purpose beyond human understanding, like how humans have purpose beyond the understanding of eyelash mites. It's doing it's own thing, we just live here. but if all our microflora and fauna were to leave, it'd be a major problem for us, and if all life were to stop, it'd be a problem for the Life Machine.

In the Tarot, "Death" symbolizes change, and the Life Machine is Dying in the sense that it's definitely changing. Whether that change is the change from caterpillar to butterfly or from whale to whalefall is beyond the comprehension of Mortals, or even things like The Soul King.

Soul King's job is to keep the souls alive through this, and they achieve this by exploiting the fact that this change is also when the Life Machine reproduces. Regardless if the current Life Machine becomes a butterfly or a corpse, it's offspring will have suitable conditions for life to continue. Maybe this is a gift form parent to child- the life machine passes her internal flora to her offspring like a mother transfers her own colonies and antibodies to her child via colostrum. Maybe the Life Machine isn't thinking of it's offspring at all and this is all just the machinations of the parasites to propagate themselves into a new host for the sake of future generations.

Either way, neither action is planned or designed, but are still acts of love from a parent to child. Woman and Nematode alike loves her daughter.

TL;DR: As Above, So below, in the gooeiest and most incomprehensible but deeply loving way possible.

[zarnzarn]

The temple is musty when Lamb steps in, dust mites suspended in the air. The door closes with a gentle thud and Lamb thanks their past self for having the idea to put a lock on it as they drive the bolt home. 

Everyone is asleep, but caution never hurts anyone.

Still, Lamb’s heart beats with something like fear as they approach the altar, with the cracked stained glass beyond colouring the whole place a welcoming red. 

Lamb hesitates a final time, before giving in and getting to their knees. 

“Thae One who Waits, praise be thy name.”

They haven't done this since Shamura’s ominous warning in Silk Cradle about leading themself to slaughter, betrayal making them numb. They suppose now, after the anger has faded, that it was silly to think power didn't come at a price, that dead things would be allowed to walk the earth forever. 

“Binsaar don in mora paelish death.”

Still, the movements and words come easy, having done this for a hundred and fifty years. 

“Hear my call, jein abkaar ji keish.”

They know it's stupid. Stupid to get on their knees and worship someone they destroyed themselves. They can feel the prayer hanging in the air, with no deity to travel to. Useless. 

“Hein skolaama boera jokha nayin.”

Narinder is still alive, anyways. He's in Lamb's tent right now, bandages on his arms and legs and neck, asleep. 

He caught Lamb across the muzzle with his claws today, after they foolishly thought he'd be receptive to having one more devotee help sponge him down after hearing him laugh at something the others said. The scratches sting, and Lamb knows they won't be closing for a long time.

“Dei bristan hilem koi pashun.” 

It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that all these cowardly idiots got to touch their god, after hiding away for years like rats, only coming out now that Lamb had made it safe so they could. Acolytes of the Old One, they called themselves, coming to the cult to pay their respects to the god walking the same ground as them for the first time in a thousand years.

Lamb would have turned them away on day one if they'd known; but he'd glanced at Narinder when the group had first thrown themselves to his feet with joyful sobs and seen the surprise and the longing in his eyes. Had nearly cried themself at the bittersweet softness in his voice when he gently rebuked the group for coming after a god that had fallen and failed them after a thousand years of their undying loyalty. 

“Borig haiel, borig jeilla.” 

Lamb was Narinder's highest priest, his most loyal devotee, his strongest acolyte, his vessel. They should be the one replacing his veil and his robes, following him around and helping him recover with prayer and herbs and bandages alike, they should be the one travelling off to distant lands to collect the rare objects he covets in exchange for sacred knowledge, they should be the ones to bathe him at night and massage his scarred, furless limbs and sing him to sleep. 

“Borig twena tael omoro pe shaen haiel.”

But they couldn't. They couldn't because The One Who Waits refuses to do so much as meet their eyes, wouldn't touch anything the Lamb had cooked, would lash out with a snarl when he came too close, like today. And all Lamb could do in the face of the crowd looking at them expectantly was laugh it off, dance around the claws and coo nonsense until everyone laughed, pretending like they weren't dying inside at the unbridled hatred in the glare being sent their way. 

“Heeshal borek, heeshal nishaan.”

Their voice rises to the rafters, shaking. How shameful it was, for all those former vessels and loyal acolytes to look at them with disbelief and horror and pity, like Lamb was fucking stupid for not breaking their last promise to their sister, for not letting the god they loved kill them. 

And yet- 

“Hoore baikal shenagu-” 

When they looked at Narinder smiling or snarking at everyone except them- 

“Laenih westila shamfua-”

When all they got anymore from their god was curses and hatred, despite everything they had done in his name- 

“Poen poena haish kam-”

When they once had the full force of their god's attention, cradled in his palm and purred at and loved, and craved it like poppy and menticide now that it was gone; but it was gone because of them and all they'd ever have were memories and echoes of his love-

“Leora beeth, leora ha’iash-”

When all the riches and offerings and power in the world couldn't hold a candle to the dreams of Narinder smiling at them, laughing at their jokes, nuzzling them fondly, standing by their side, leaning in to reward all their years of hard work with his warm breath and soft lips- 

“Tvle non-”

Silence. 

They stop breathing, prostrated on the floor as they are, hands clasped in front of them. Their head is empty, no matter how much they wrack their mind for the next sentence. 

“What the fuck,” Lamb’s voice breaks on the whisper, feeling their hands start to tremble, vision blurring at the sides. “Tvle non- tvle non rere- fuck, how can I forget-” 

The crown slips from his skull in his panic and he turns to meet its eye, creased in grief like his own. 

“Crown,” They plead desperately. “Crown, what was the prayer?” 

The Red Crown remains silent. Lamb grabs it and shakes it, feeling hysteria burn in their veins the longer the words don't come to their tongue, the prayer they had just been saying slipping away like water. 

“What was the prayer?” They shriek, pulling at their wool as they screw their eyes shut, trying to remember. Now that they try, every ritual, every hymn and psalm, every last piece the cult had ever dedicated to their god- all of it has disappeared from memory, is disappearing like ribbons of sand through their hooves. 

The god you sing to is gone. The Crown whispers, tears of blood falling from its eye. Death is you now. 

“No, no, no, no,” Lamb chants, arms wrapped around themselves as they lean forward, tears slipping past his cheeks. “No, no, come back, come back!”

Lamb-

“My god,” Lamb moans, swaying back and forth. This is worse than any elimination, any injuries, any loss. Their chest is going to rip in half with the mourning, the horror. “My god, forgive me, please, please, my god, my lord, please, come back, come back.” 

There's no reply. The altar is cold, the glass still, the shadows unmoving. There's no deep voice curling around his ears seductively, no warmth to look forward to after the gore and bloodshed, no sulphur-drenched skeletal hand to curl up in on the worst nights, no bass purrs to soothe him to dreamless sleep. No offerings he can give for gold, no curses he can have whispered in his ears, no one to place his faith in to have his back and make sure everything will be alright. 

“COME BACK!” They scream to the temple rafters, wailing and bleating like they never have. In a moment of grief, of anger and fear, they manifest a knife and slice across their chest, spraying heartblood on the foot of the pew, on top of all the sacrificial blood dried in Narinder's name. “COME BACK, MY GOD, PLEASE!”

The Crown flies around them, saying something, distressed, but Lamb can't hear it over the sobs, over the healing of the cut, the sizzling of evaporating blood, the rejected offering, given too late. 

“My One,” The Lamb sobs into the temple floor. But their god lies in a hut on the other side of the grounds, weak and dying, because of them. Their god will never forgive them. Their god hates them. 

Lamb feels themself sink down, letting the mask drop, the facade they'd worn for eighty years come crashing down. The One who Waits hates them. 

“Tvle non rere desennte troma,” They whisper, closing their eyes, tears dripping to the ground. It's all they have left. 

[absolutebl]

Hello. I was wondering if you have a master list of all the shows that got released this year? I've looked through the 2023 upcoming list and there are some missing and some that never premiered.

I wanted to see what I may have missed.

Thanks.💜 my-rose-tinted-glasses

Sure thing, hon! Here ya go!

All BL 2023 releases

So far, that I have on the spreadsheet. Not sure how you want it organized so I did it by country and then alphabetically.

Japan

Blue Sky Complex

Can I Buy Your Love From A Vending Machine AKA Sono Koi, Jihanki de Kaemasu ka?

Candy Color Paradox AKA Ameiro Paradox

Egoist

I Cannot Reach You AKA Kimi ni wa Todokanai

If It’s With You AKA Even If I Fall In Love With You AKA Kimi to nara Koi wo Shite Mite mo’

Jack o'Frost

Let's Eat Together Aki and Haru AKA Aki wa Haru to Gohan wo Tabetai

Minato's Laundromat Season 2 AKA Minato Shouji Coin Laundry Season 2

My Beautiful Man 2 AKA Utsukushii Kare Season 2

My Beautiful Man: Eternal AKA Utsukushii Kare Eternal

My Personal Weatherman AKA Taikan Yoho

Naked Dinner AKA Zenra Meshi

One Room Angel

Our Dining Table AKA Bokura no Shokutaku

The End Of The World, With You AKA Bokura no Micro na Shuumatsu

Tokyo in April is AKA Shigatsu no Tokyo wa

What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2

Korea

A Breeze of Love

A Shoulder to Cry On

All the Liquors

Bump Up Business

Happy Merry Ending

Individual Circumstances

Jun and Jun

Love Class 2

Love Mate

Love Tractor

Our Dating Sim

Our Winter

Sing My Crush

Star Struck

The Director Who Buys Me Dinner

The Eighth Sense

The New Employee

Unintentional Love Story

Why R U?

When it was good it was very very good, when it was bad they were dying.

Taiwan

HIStory5: Love In The Future

Kiseki: Dear to Me

My Tooth Your Love

Stay By My Side

VIP Only

You Are Mine

Thailand

609 Bedtime Story

7 Days Before Valentine

A Boss and a Babe

Absolute Zero

Bake Me Please

Be Mine Super Star Superstar

Be My Favorite

Bed Friend

Between Us

Beyond the Star

Boyband the series

Cafe In Love

Chains of Heart

Cooking Crush

Crazy Handsome Rich

Cutie Pie 2 You special

Dangerous Romance

Destiny Seeker

Dinosaur Love

For Him the series

Friend. Boy Friend

Future the series

Hidden Agenda

Hit Bite Love

House of Stars

I Feel You Linger in the Air

I Will Knock You

La Pluie

Laws of Attraction

Love in Translation

Love Syndrome III

Low Frequency

Make a Wish

Man Suang

Middleman’s Love

Moments Of Love

Moonlight Chicken

My Biker

My Blessing

My Dear Gangster Oppa

My School President

My Universe

Naughty Babe

Never Let Me Go

Only Friends

Our Skyy 2: A Boss and a Babe

Our Skyy 2: A Tale of Thousand Stars

Our Skyy 2: Bad Buddy

Our Skyy 2: My School President

Our Skyy 2: Never Let Me Go

Our Skyy 2: Star in My Mind

Our Skyy 2: The Eclipse

Our Skyy 2: Vice Versa

Pastsenger

Pit Babe

Playboyy

Remember Me

Senior Love Me

SHADOW

Step By Step

The Luminous Solution

The Promise

The Sign

The Whisperer

Till the World Ends

Tin Tem Jai

Tin Tem Jai special

Twins

Venus in the Sky

Wedding Plan

The Philippines

Ever After

My Story

Our Story

Stay

The Day I Loved You

Tie The Not

(underreported, I don't keep track of Pinoy stuff anymore)

Singapore

Pure Vanilla

Hong Kong

Stay Still

Myanmar

The Love Ring

China

Stay With Me (Addicted + moar censorship)

I bolded anything I rated over a 7/10. Although some of these I opted not to watch and others are still airing (and thus as yet unrated). So don't take an unbold as necessarily a negative.

I haven't assessed how many are releasing in December

(I probably should deal with the "The" but I lazy.)