#please someone enlighten me on this

[kazutora-lover]

So, I've been meaning to ask this for a while (and I'm afraid of clicking on it lol) — can someone please enlighten me, what are those weird teeth in the left lower corner on my dashboard?

It's been there for who knows how long and I still didn't figure it out o'.'o

[thewritingisconsumingme]

Pining

summary: bi han and kung lao spar

warnings: kinda suggestive :)

There was something irritatingly endearing about Kung Lao to Bi Han. He really shouldn’t be feeling this way towards the guy that threw a hat and then a blade at his head, but for some odd reason, when Bi Han saw what Kung Lao had made with his hat and then shot him a wink, Bi Han felt his traitorous heart flutter for a moment and his cheeks grow hot. Thankfully, his mask hid his face, and Bi Han had simply tried to not stare at Kung Lao for the rest of the meeting. When Smoke decided to try and tease Bi Han about it, he sent Smoke out to run around the Lin Kuei base 100 times. He even pulled out his Grandmaster title to seal his decision. 

It was unfortunate then that Liu Kang had called him and his brothers out to the Wu Shi academy because now Bi Han faced a smirking Kung Lao across the sparring ring. Kung Lao was tilting his bladed hat like an idiot, and his stupidly handsome face had a look that had Bi Han’s stomach twisting into knots. Growing a blade of ice from his hands, Bi Han focused on the cold that emanated from his hands. He was here to train Kung Lao, not ogle at him. With a deep breath, Bi Han faced his opponent and prepared to fight. He would not let this imbecile win this time. Kung Lao just smirked and blew a kiss toward the assassin. Bi Han felt his cheeks grow hot and his heart sing for joy. It was embarrassing how his body reacted so strongly to this stupid overly-confident man in front of him. He had to control his body. He was Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei. He will not let his emotions sway him.

Leaping towards Kung Lao, Bi Han sprung a flurry of attacks towards Kung Lao, trying to catch him off-guard, pin him to the ground, and wipe that smirk off his face. Unfortunately, it seemed his advances only egged on Kung Lao. The man would simply leap out of the way just in time, effortlessly avoiding his blows and leaving Bi Han growing angrier and angrier. By the time Bi Han was out of breath, Kung Lao would have seemed completely unfazed if it weren’t for the rapid heaving of his chest. Not that Bi Han was looking at Kung Lao’s chest.

“Oh, is that the best you got there? I thought it would be harder.” Kung Lao had a teasing edge to his voice, and Bi Han growled. In a quick movement, Kung Lao appeared in front of Bi Han suddenly, and the Grandmaster had to move off of pure instinct to avoid the blows. Kung Lao fought aggressively now, landing blows every which way on Bi Han’s body. Everytime Bi Han tried to grab onto him, Kung Lao would slip out of his grip. At some point, Kung Lao took off Bi Han’s mask and put it on himself. Bi Han did not like the way Kung Lao looked in his mask. He looked good, and it sent Bi Han’s mind down into a spiral. Kung Lao would look good in the Lin Kuei. He would look good wearing Bi Han’s clothes. The grandmaster dug his fingernails into his palm to bring him back to the fight.

Kung Lao moved like water against Bi Han. Fluid and strong. Kung Lao was also wearing down Bi Han’s patience faster than Smoke, and in a brief moment when Kung Lao pulled back, the Grandmaster sprayed ice down onto the ground, causing the man to yelp and fall down.

Bi Han followed Kung Lao to the floor and pinned him down. He held the man’s wrists with one hand, and the grandmaster could feel the other wriggle around trying to free himself from Bi Han’s grip, and so he sat his weight down on Kung Lao.

“Yield.” Bi Han said. Kung Lao had stopped wiggling about, instead breathing heavily and staring up into Bi Han’s eyes with those beautifully stupid brown eyes of his.

“I yield.” Kung Lao said. Bi Han smirked and plucked his mask off Kung Lao’s face only to be met with Kung Lao’s very red cheeks. Bi Han admired Kung Lao. First his brown doe eyes, then his plush lips. His very full and biteable lips.

“Ya gonna get up, or are you going to keep straddling me?”

Bi Han got up in a hurry, letting go of Kung Lao’s wrists and getting off the man’s hips so fast one might’ve thought he had touched something repulsive. Kung Lao stood up and rubbed at his raw wrists. For some odd reason, the grandmaster still couldn’t get his eyes off of the man. He looked good doing anything, even if he was just rubbing his wrists.

By the Gods, Bi Han rubbed his face, trying to bring himself down to reality. He did not like this man that he had just sparred. Kung Lao was arrogant, much too confident for a simple farmer. He ate like a starved man, and he probably slept like a fool. Kung Lao probably slept in some odd position that left him open to attacks. His hair would be down and soft. And Bi Han could run his fingers through and-

No! Bi Han put his mask back on and stalked up to Kung Lao.

“Stop making me feel this way.” Bi Han hissed and shoved an accusatory finger into Kung Lao’s muscular chest. The other man smiled even as Bi Han tried his best to send the message that he very much wanted to commit a murder with his eyes.

“Make you feel like what?”

Bi Han didn’t answer. How was he supposed to say that he wanted to kiss the man in front of him? To run his fingers through his  hair and bring him back to the Lin Kuei headquarters and ravish the man until they were both satisfied. And Bi Han was a hard man to satisfy.

Bi Han turned on his heel to walk away when he felt Kung Lao wrap his arms around Bi Han’s waist. The assassin stopped in his tracks, trying to control his heart as it stuttered.

“I like you too.” Kung Lao mumbled the words into Bi Han’s back, and the grandmaster’s mind short-circuited for a moment.

“Are you sure?” Bi Han turned around slowly to face Kung Lao. The man nodded, and Bi Han tore off his mask and crushed their lips together in a violent kiss. Kung Lao was going to be the death of him.

[ghoulgeists]

*waves wand* BAM im putting him in more funny little outfits

[silasbug]

"I was young and sweet,

and then something happened.

Something overwhelming. Something everlasting."

(quote from: "Crying During Sex" by Ethel Cain. thank you @into-the-undercroft for whipping my ass to stay on track, ily.)

[juulsbashir]

Pinterest moodboard of falling in love with your best friend via holosuite dates

A nifty little thing I put together for the @startrekwintergiftexchange to be gifted to @nonbinaryezrabridger !!!! They asked very kindly for Bashir/O'Brien holosuite stuff (with optional Keiko) and uhhh yeah!

I'm so so so sorry that this is so late past the official date, post holiday depression hit me HARD and it's not great paired with class work and chronic illness,,, but all things considered, I still had a lot of fun putting this together and figuring out what silly little scenarios to put these guys into! Thank you so much for the opportunity to do this and thank you for being so gracious and waiting for your gift!

[yourfaveisworsethanaworm]

shuriken from phighting is worse than a worm!

[steelthroat]

Aya thought I'd update and tell you I did get back from Italy safely :D Those apples were really handy and lasted my whole stay there. I also brought some nice volcanic rocks back with me. Along with a giant lemon I accidentally bought. And I learnt how to make a good prosciutto mozzarella sandwitch.

Oooooh hi!!!! Glad you got back safely and I hope that if you ever happen to come back again (or vice versa) we'll be able to say hi!!

Hope you had fun! Also- Uhm... how does one exactly *checks notes* "accidentally buys a lemon"?

Also that's a big-ass lemon ahahahahah damn. Don't throw it you could kill someone with it (or do :3)

Ooooooh rocks!!!!!

Also those sandwiches look very yummy (I am going to steal them) 👀

[gummy-axolotl]

Genuine not-meant-to-be-rude innocent question: what exactly is a therian? And other "otherkin" identities? I have a loose understanding, and the Google definitions, but if any of you are willing to explain, I'd like to hear some experiences from you! I know a lot about classic queer identities but nothing about the other stuff...? Does that make sense? Idk. Anyway, educate me pretty please! 💜💜💜

[kazutora-lover]

Hellu tgcf fandom ~

I have a really stupid question and am hoping for someone who's willing to help my brain out (◞‸◟)

(Spoiler warning so please continue only if it doesn't bother you)

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My question is: how does the reincarnation system work? And do gods/ghosts even have to reincarnate?

Fast forward — I've seen some people say that gods, no matter if they've ascended/descended or if they were banished, can't reincarnate after dying. They've also said that once a ghost reaches their goal, they will die too.

This question started bothering me because I've seen people talk about Shi Qingxuan and He Xuan and how He Xuan will die now that he reached his goal (his revenge). And also that Shi Qingxuan will not be able to reincarnate because he died a mortal.

So how are Xie Lian and Hua Cheng still alive?

Xie Lian has been so severely injured and that not only once, did he not die? And same for Hua Cheng — he died three times for Xie Lian.

And now Hua Cheng found Xie Lian and they're together, doesn't this mean he reached his goal? How is he alive and how did he come back after dying the third time (for XL)?

I'm so confused because I keep seeing different stuff but mostly the statement from above so please, someone enlighten me o'.'o

Thanksies in advance ~

[bdh-oncopium]

BIG BAD MONSTER

[exclamania]

i have like no clue on whats going on with "oceangate" thing all i know after a quick google search is that a submarine filled with rich people got on and went missing

[bethanydelleman]

So I was reading The Younger Sister, a The Watson’s continuation by Jane Austen’s niece, Catherine Hubback. And let me say up front, it was really good, she wrote some great dialogue and while it went a little off the rails in Volume II, I was really happy with Volume III, anyway...

The author stops the action during the very first ball (which is a rewritten part of the original novel fragment) and gives this mini rant:

There must certainly be some connexion between the style of dress and the style of dancing prevalent in any particular generation. The stiff ruffs, the awful long waists and formal boddices of Elizabeth's reign [1558-1603] were quite in keeping with a stately pavan; the loose attire and complete undress adopted by the courtly beauties of Charles the Second may be considered characteristic of the elegant but licentious style pervading their dances [1660-85]. The minuet matched well with the buckram, and rich brocade, and high head-dress which marked the era of the earlier Georges [1714- 1830]; whilst powder and hoops of course disappeared under the influence of the merry country-dance and cotillion. Perhaps at the present time the dresses, like the dances, partake more of the character of the latter Stuarts—graceful and bewitching; the habiliments full and flowing, the steps vivacious but tending to giddiness, with a near approximation to romping, and a great risk of inducing a faux-pas, or even a serious fall.

The author COULD NOT HELP HERSELF. She really REALLY needed to let us know that these Georgian people were dressing and dancing wrong and probably looked like harlots. Now this novel was written in 1850, when women dressed like this:

And The Younger Sister is probably set during the Regency when people dressed like this:

Which is clearly wrong and terrible. But she referenced the reigns of Elizabeth I and Charles II, so let me explore some more fashion history...

So 1580, Elizabeth’s reign is “good”...

And here is the reign of Charles II, which is “bad”...

Huh. Well I guess showing some neckline and natural hair is just wrong? I’m not totally sure, but I do love that we now know exactly which eras the Mrs. Hubback thought were too loose and undressed.

If there is a fashion historian out there, please help me understand what’s so terrible with these eras that made the narrator slip into exposition. (She does it once more to mourn that Georgians don’t have phrenology yet, which just made me laugh out loud)

[littlegeecko]

You had my curiosity, but now you have my interest

What's the deal of Scorched and Faker?

grins

Good to see someone got the bait. Come sit on the strapped chair this is gonna be a LONG one

Short answer: If i could summarize it in a funny way, they're kinda like exes and Faker cant get over him, continously finding new ways to court him. Not "creating a new profile to see his instagram" exes. He's the "I'll throw a brick at your car's window while if u reject me again" type. He's insane over him tho

Scorched rejects him everytime, cuz he knows he's a bitch and unsufferable...except in some ocassions.

Long answer:

imma be real and honest with you i have no idea how these two would meet, and i cant remember if they've had any type of "canon" interaction either by Scorched's creator or Faker's. However, i kinda have some stuff to fill in the blanks, its VERY open to changes in the future tho

They met by complete accident while Scorched was floating in the void, at first, he only saw Faker at certain ocassions while he tried to snatch Hog's body, like a shadow at the corner of his eye, who was often watching silently to see how Scorched managed to escape the personal Void made for him, Faker is able to see it, thru any reflective surface (Picture Giratina in Distortion World) and seeing Scorched's efforts to get out while slowly getting consumed by madness picked his interest

After Scorched destroyed Hog's universe to a crisp and kept the burned, scarred look, that's when the breach between both was broken and they were now in the vast universe of Exes. Scorched was confused and lost, rightfully so, and thats when Faker comes in.

At first, Faker planned to keep Scorched to himself like someone who could spread his components around so he himself could escape his own void, considering how strong, and capable Scorched was of destroying shit + his regular anger issues. At first he would talk to him in his head kinda gaslighting him into thinkin this was a normal ocurrance in the exe world, and then revealing himself thru mirrors and water he could see himself in. When they finally came face to face (in the water) Faker realized some things all at once

Scorched was now bigger than he expected

He was a lot less angry than when he was trapped in his void, and actually very eloquent

He's not as stupid as he thought he would be.

Faker still kept pushing his plan and trying to convince Scorched with his views, but Scorched interrupted him with the "Now that sounds like bullshit" and "Why would i want you to get out i just got here i cant get myself in more trouble than i already im"

Faker kept at it, to no avail, cuz Scorched was very set on just surviving with any scraps of energy he could find, he didnt really felt like helping a random ass exe to dominate the whole world or whatever, rightful thinking if u ask me.

And for a while, that was that, until they met in person, more especifically Scorched accidently entering Faker's little pocket dimension (Visualize the background he has in Faker, in the mod)

For Scorched, it looked like a regular exe pocket world partially destroyed and dead by whoever resided it, he has seen a few of these before in his search for energy (except this one had some silly little flowers with teeth, like in Lord X's), with the key difference of an absolutely RANCID vibe attacking his nose and being. It was strong and uninviting. He has found the place where the voice in his head resides.

And boy, was it fun? For Faker i mean, at least for a while.

Faker would not let him go just like that, not without having fun with him first.

He would torture him psicologically, hurt him in fights to the brink of death, demostrate how strong he really was compared to the imperfections Scorched developed during his time in his own void, he would call him weak, try to break him mentally.

But Scorched held on. He fought back, and he spat at Faker's face at any given chance he had were he offered him to work with/for him. He would very very audibly reject him again and again.

And Faker was...fascinated. At how an inferior being such as Scorched could reject him so easily and stand his ground against him. Wasn't he scared of death? Specially by his hand?

He was even more taken aback by the fact he couldn't get himself to kill Scorched or leave him bleeding out; he would always put him back in shape snapping his fingers so he could fight again or give him space to recover, he would always ask him to join him instead of forcing him to, and even if his insolence was met with more aggression, it was starting to feel personal by the way his own voice sounded irritated each time and he stomped the ground in anger, like a child being denied something. (Little prince of the void is not used to being denied things)

Faker would tell himself it was all part of a bigger plan, that there was no fun in trying to force him to do things with him if he was so absurbdidly powerful (And being honest, even if it disgusts him, thats an aspect he got from Lord X)

As time passed, Faker was starting to develop some sorta odd feelings for Scorched. Not the traditional romantic feelings tho

He was fascinated by his existence, often irritated by the way he snapped back at him without fear, the way his words seemed to cut deeper than his claws; it made Faker feel angry, grumble to himself and stomp the floor and yell at the sky, but at the same time, it was something so new and out the usual shit. Scorched was fearless and confident, even face to face with the prince of the Void

As if he wasn't someone to be feared. As if he didn't knew who he was

(ya starting the see the parallels with lord x and majin? lol)

One time, Faker tried something different. He tried being...nicer, softer. Long fingers touching Scorched's shoulders and his voice low, deep and close to his face. He didn't threatened him, he just asked again if he really didn't want to join him. Scorched's was surprised, super confused, but overall...flustered, stumbling over his words and looking away from Faker. And it made Faker's whole fucking brain break for a second.

Well shit, that's cute. As cute as it can get for someone like him at least.

He didn't had time to try it again and prove his theory further because Scorched managed to escape, and by the time Faker noticed he was already lost in the vastity of the exe universe, so far infact, he couldn't even talk to him in his mind. Saying Faker was this close to destroying his entire pocket dimension is an understatement.

He wanted him back. He needed him back. Scorched was the only being that made him feel strange and weird and warm inside and he didnt had time to decipher what it was, or to find a way to use this to his advantage, it was driving him crazy. He was able to feel new emotions and now the source of those emotions was gone, he felt a step closer to being capable like his creator just to jump back 10 steps.

So from here an out, he would ocassionally try and find Scorched again, and the times he managed to he would try and convince him to come back to his dimension. Scorched just kinda turns him down everytime, even when he gets all flustered again. He even tries to bring him back by offering him his own energy (And Scorched is kinda curious about that, but is it worth it? ehhh)

And if we got into insane territory, Scorched's behaviour kinda turns Faker on, but u didnt hear me say that

tldr: Faker loser behavior he fumbled a bad bitch RIP his sorry ass. He also stink

[novaauster]

ok so i just ventured into the miraculous ladybug tag for the first time in a While and hey,, what the fuck is going on in that show. i am mesmerized. it sounds like an utter trash fire