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quitting tumblr and, i honestly don't want to come back ^^

the community has become quite toxic in my opinion, and i'm going to give it to myself and others straight. i know no one asked for this post, but i'd like to share how tiring this was. the rpc was quite a phase for me, and i have to admit i enjoyed it while it lasted -- or while it was still fun in the beginning. for those who i'd actually adopted as friends i must extend a thanks for helping me through this journey. but i've honestly had enough. it's become much rougher to keep focused on this blog, and much more stressful. being so engrossed in this blog, i continued to lie to myself, trying to convince myself to stay in order to have more fun interactions and more journeys with the people on here -- so much so that i'd realized it'd drained a lot from my morale and my life. i don't understand how some people are able to stay on here and keep it up for so long, years even.

i hope some people on here come to realize it as well.

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"who did this to you?" w/ blade (requests are very much appreciated!) ^^

he SAID THE THINGGG!11 🤑🤑🤑

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(art by _izeichan on twitter)

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Genshin Impact chibis, Mondstadt edition! <3

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Upon being shown the trick, Xi'an instinctively reaches back to feel around his hair -- checking for any more hidden cards. Of course he wouldn't find any, though. He grins at the man, an eyebrow rising again. "How curious. You must teach me this trick some other time. Along with my drinks, it could be quite helpful in entertaining," he remarks, taking on a thoughtful tone. It surely wouldn't be much to an adult, but with family it could be nice. Surely his little cousins would enjoy such a trick, whenever he does see them again.

The bartender takes the business card, turning it over before sliding it into his pant pocket. He nods approvingly before taking the other card from its spot on the counter. It's not long before it's right back where it was, with the transaction complete. "Thank you for coming out here today. It was quite nice meeting you. I'll make sure to keep your contact -- and I just might reach out."

Watching his customers become increasingly drunk is the best part of Xi'an's job, if he has to be honest with himself. It's amusing to see someone drown away their problems in alcohol -- not that he should be taking pleasure from that. He does feel sorry for those who come to forget for a short while. He was like that himself for a while when he first came to America for school - always drowning himself in alcohol, although he wasn't really supposed to just yet. He didn't care at all back then, however, so it really didn't matter to him.

The statement causes him to chuckle, glancing up from the cup he's wiping. "We could. That glass you're holding is quite pretty, isn't it? Leaving already? Alright. I'll be here whenever you'd like to witness my amazing acts of sorcery," he grins over at the man.

Xi'an purses his lips as he casts a glance down at the wallet laying on the counter. "You'll have to show me the card you'd like to use, sir. Your total will be $240." He could just sift through himself and assume how he'd like to pay, but his amusement decides otherwise -- and perhaps a little pity for his pocket.

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offering this (nsf.w) work of art bc of my absence <3

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Watching his customers become increasingly drunk is the best part of Xi'an's job, if he has to be honest with himself. It's amusing to see someone drown away their problems in alcohol -- not that he should be taking pleasure from that. He does feel sorry for those who come to forget for a short while. He was like that himself for a while when he first came to America for school - always drowning himself in alcohol, although he wasn't really supposed to just yet. He didn't care at all back then, however, so it really didn't matter to him.

The statement causes him to chuckle, glancing up from the cup he's wiping. "We could. That glass you're holding is quite pretty, isn't it? Leaving already? Alright. I'll be here whenever you'd like to witness my amazing acts of sorcery," he grins over at the man.

Xi'an purses his lips as he casts a glance down at the wallet laying on the counter. "You'll have to show me the card you'd like to use, sir. Your total will be $240." He could just sift through himself and assume how he'd like to pay, but his amusement decides otherwise -- and perhaps a little pity for his pocket.

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"We do," he agrees. "We really do. Oh?" He leans forward onto the counter, raising an eyebrow at the patron. "I suppose so. Feng -- especially Xi'an was quite exotic where I grew up." He straightens up as the waiter approaches again, waving goodbye to a few customers as well. He gets started on his work yet again, but keeps an eye on Ka'Zinthas -- to make sure he's quick in refilling his drink. The bartender sends out another tray of drinks, just as another guest replaces the ones that had left. This place really is popular...

"Oh, they did. Trust me. I didn't learn enough from my mother before she passed when I was eleven, and I refused to continue learning until a few months before my decision. That clearly wasn't enough time with my low attention span at the time, and me not knowing intermediate English at the least didn't help. Essays were quite hard," he laughs again, shaking his head. "Likewise. It's my pleasure to be serving you this evening, Ka'Zinthas. You've got quite the exotic name, by the way~"

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Tanjiro nods in agreement, "I try my best! They are really important to me, after all. I'd be pretty sad if anything were to happen to them," he admits. "Not to pry, but please do tell me more about yourself as well! Perhaps more about your corporation? It's really quite interesting to hear about anyone else other than the Demon Slayer corps -- no matter how hidden they are! Of course, you don't have to if it makes you uncomfortable!"

Kohaku nodded as he relaxed as well. “No problem, I understand.” Kohaku said as he removed his hand from his belt and stood down. “I am relieved then, I didn’t think you were the type to start anything.” Kohaku said and nodded. “You must be skilled then to avoid being touched. Otherwise, surely a demon would have pulled one of them out by now.”

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"Oh, they did. Trust me. I didn't learn enough from my mother before she passed when I was eleven, and I refused to continue learning until a few months before my decision. That clearly wasn't enough time with my low attention span at the time, and me not knowing intermediate English at the least didn't help. Essays were quite hard," he laughs again, shaking his head. "Likewise. It's my pleasure to be serving you this evening, Ka'Zinthas. You've got quite the exotic name, by the way~"

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He chuckles, nodding in agreement. "I am. Well.. it was my mother's dream to come here. I suppose she'd always had an interest in their culture or whatnot. When I was about eight.. she'd started to teach me English. It was our little thing together, whenever she had the free time to teach me. She never got the chance, so I decided to come here. Plus I heard the colleges weren't too bad." His mood seems to have depleted a bit -- but that doesn't stop him from pouring more bourbon into the man's cup, carrying the same smile he's had. "You can call me Xi'an, by the way. Xi'an Feng."

"Oh, I see." Xi'an offers a sympathetic smile. Before he could respond, another member of staff approached him, both an order and a tray of cups in hand, and places both things on the counter. He thanks the man before turning back to his guest. "I can understand. I'm not from here as well -- I was born in China and I grew up in South Korea. I moved here for college, then decided to stay," the bartender responds as he starts working on cleaning the cups, wiping them, then setting most of them aside for the next use -- and using two of them for the newest orders. He occasionally glances down at the piece of paper, but otherwise he seems pretty skilled in mixing these drinks -- and remembering what was on the paper. He places them on the tray after wiping said item as well, and the waiter who'd brought the tray over comes back soon enough to take it.

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"Oh, I see." Xi'an offers a sympathetic smile. Before he could respond, another member of staff approached him, both an order and a tray of cups in hand, and places both things on the counter. He thanks the man before turning back to his guest. "I can understand. I'm not from here as well -- I was born in China and I grew up in South Korea. I moved here for college, then decided to stay," the bartender responds as he starts working on cleaning the cups, wiping them, then setting most of them aside for the next use -- and using two of them for the newest orders. He occasionally glances down at the piece of paper, but otherwise he seems pretty skilled in mixing these drinks -- and remembering what was on the paper. He places them on the tray after wiping said item as well, and the waiter who'd brought the tray over comes back soon enough to take it.

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Tanjiro chuckles at that, shaking his head. He grows confused as to why his new companion seemed to alter his demeanor and stance, but he notices his own mistake soon after, and quickly holds out his hands apologetically. "Forgive me. It's a force of habit at this point.. you can never be too cautious! I didn't mean to startle you. If it isn't a demon, I don't intend to hurt anybody." The next question seems to be a bit personal for the young man, yet he doesn't look away, and his tone is still far from protective. "It was a gift from my father. Something he passed down to me when I was younger. I don't think they contain any spells... If they have, I would probably know about it."

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The young male reaches up towards his head, brushing his fingers over the mark. “Oh! Sorry to disappoint, but I honestly have no idea what it is! At first, it was merely a spot where my hair had been torn off.. and somehow it grew into this. Almost extinct..? I’m sorry to hear about that.. it must be stressful without as many hands as there used to be.” He dips his head, then glances back up at Kohaku. His hand rests on the hilt of his sword – a bad habit that he’d picked up out of cautiousness.

Kohaku nodded as he looked at the scar. “I see. I thought that it might have been sustained in battle.” Kohaku said as he eyed Tanjiro putting his hand on his sword hilt. “Is something wrong friend?” Kohaku asked as he linked his hand on his belt, conveniently close to a dagger he had there. He couldn’t reach for his main weapon across his back without being too obvious. “And your earrings? Decorative? Or do they have spells?” Kohaku asked as he sized the other up if a fight was coming. A shame if it did, he didn’t peg the other as the type to start something. Then again, he’d always been trusting.

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The young male reaches up towards his head, brushing his fingers over the mark. "Oh! Sorry to disappoint, but I honestly have no idea what it is! At first, it was merely a spot where my hair had been torn off.. and somehow it grew into this. Almost extinct..? I'm sorry to hear about that.. it must be stressful without as many hands as there used to be." He dips his head, then glances back up at Kohaku. His hand rests on the hilt of his sword -- a bad habit that he'd picked up out of cautiousness.

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The young male reaches up towards his head, brushing his fingers over the mark. "Oh! Sorry to disappoint, but I honestly have no idea what it is! At first, it was merely a spot where my hair had been torn off.. and somehow it grew into this. Almost extinct..? I'm sorry to hear about that.. it must be stressful without as many hands as there used to be." He dips his head, then glances back up at Kohaku. His hand rests on the hilt of his sword -- a bad habit that he'd picked up out of cautiousness.

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The bartender chuckles as he takes the cup, "it might be a good idea to keep the cost in check as well." He takes the bottle from its place again, pouring more of its contents into the cup before sliding it right back down. "Ka'Zinthas Shadhan, huh? I'll make sure to remember it for you, then. It's quite alright -- you wouldn't imagine how many people confide in me in a day of work. Don't worry about it." He turns away for a moment to serve another guest -- taking up a quick conversation with them as he usually does -- before they walk off and he's left with Ka'Zinthas again, whom he tilts his head at. "You don't seem all that accustomed with drinks here."

Xi'an glances back up from the counter, raising an eyebrow at the question. "Well.. Blanton's is 93 proof, which is pretty normal. If we look at most drinks around that range... I'd say four to six shots. It also depends on how well you handle your alcohol. If you want a stronger drink, I could grab you one." He finishes up with his cleaning, soon rinsing the small towel and wringing it out. He makes sure it's completely dry before folding it away. "Have you any personal favorites? I could check if we have any," he suggests. The bartender doesn't usually go that far out of his way to serve a guest.. but here he is.

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Xi'an glances back up from the counter, raising an eyebrow at the question. "Well.. Blanton's is 93 proof, which is pretty normal. If we look at most drinks around that range... I'd say four to six shots. It also depends on how well you handle your alcohol. If you want a stronger drink, I could grab you one." He finishes up with his cleaning, soon rinsing the small towel and wringing it out. He makes sure it's completely dry before folding it away. "Have you any personal favorites? I could check if we have any," he suggests. The bartender doesn't usually go that far out of his way to serve a guest.. but here he is.