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I want to donate to Gaza funds rn, however:

I already do, but right now I can't because

at any given time, I have between "very little" and "negative" money

I'm on a fixed income y'all I don't... have... money... (I do get money, and then it goes to rent and other household necessities. I tend to run out of donate-able funds p quickly. I just don't have much.)

anyway please donate to gaza funds if you can spare it:

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many on here need to be learning this lesson

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The system is glitching out while you’re transmigrating!!

In its haste to put you in a fresh new child body, it has randomly selected two characters to be your biological parents! Regardless of timeline, the system will make sure these two end up together with a nice fresh baby. However, it cannot interfere with how your new parents will treat you or each other. This means one or both of them could kill each other, leave immediately, or be perfect and loving parents.

Spin the wheel twice to determine your parents! If you get a child character (like white lotus Binghe) or two biologically related parents, spin again.

Picker Wheel - Spin the Wheel to Decide a Random Choice

Picker Wheel is a wheel spinner for a random picker. Various functions & customization. Enter choices or names, spin the wheel to decide a r

So, how does your new life go?

I’m the piña colada of mental/physical health and happiness

I’m a pretty normal guy who lives a fulfilled life

It could be worse….

I could be the next misery porn protagonist

I don’t survive past childhood

It would have been better if I didn’t survive childhood

A secret third thing….

Remaining time: 2 days 23 hours

Explain your answer in notes!!

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Bringing back wheel spin

You just transmigrated!! Your system is breathing down your neck already— apparently you didn’t actually die, your original body is just unconscious. You’ve been randomly assigned a character that you, as a no name rogue cultivator with middling skills, have a month to ‘beat’ in a fight. You don’t have to actually win! You only have to challenge this person to a fight in a public place and be declared the winner. If in that month’s time you can convince that person to throw a public match with you (or beat them organically if you think you can!), you will get sent back to your original body/life as though nothing happened. While transmigrated, you cannot tell people about your situation or why you need to win the fight. If you can’t ‘win’, you will stay stuck as a no name rogue cultivator with no way home for the rest of your life. The choice is yours….

Picker Wheel - Spin the Wheel to Decide a Random Choice

Picker Wheel is a wheel spinner for a random picker. Various functions & customization. Enter choices or names, spin the wheel to decide a r

So how do you do? (Explain in notes)

I can beat them organically and go home!

I can convince them to throw the fight and go home!

They trick me and win the fight anyway….

I lose the fight organically…

I don’t challenge anyone! Let me stay here!!!!

A secret third thing

Remaining time: 1 day 12 hours

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my loveletter to Ichiruki... <33333

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I feel normal about these two

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Your emotions don’t just exist in your mind—they manifest physically throughout your body. Anxiety might show up as a tight chest or clenched jaw. Excitement could feel like butterflies in your stomach. Sadness might appear as heaviness in your limbs. Understanding this mind-body connection is crucial for emotional health. When you practice somatic awareness, you learn to recognize these physical cues early. This early detection allows you to address emotional states before they become overwhelming. For example, noticing shoulder tension might alert you to rising stress levels. You can then use emotional regulation techniques to calm your nervous system.

[Full article including exercises available for free at the link.]

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love when I fall over and hurt Myself, and my mother scolds Me for hurting Myself

that's so helpful

[bibliomatsuri]

update: am leaking

fun fact: humans are meat bubbles full of saltwater

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i fell AGAIN

[novelconcepts]

Hey, man, c'mere. Listen. Get in real close, this is important.

You're gonna make stuff again. You're gonna make stuff you're proud of. You're gonna make stuff you're excited to share. You're going to feel that overwhelming drive to create, not just the frantic I want to want to you're stuck in now. You're going to have awesome ideas, and you're going to make them into reality. You're going to create again. You're still an artist. You're still a writer. You're still home to the same passion you had before. You'll find it again. It's not gone. It's just resting. Let it rest. You're going to make stuff again. I promise.

[bibliomatsuri]

love when I fall over and hurt Myself, and my mother scolds Me for hurting Myself

that's so helpful

[bibliomatsuri]

update: am leaking

fun fact: humans are meat bubbles full of saltwater

[urirr]

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Arise! A free digital zine for Solo Leveling. You can pick one up here!

[nyoomerr]

Fic prompt: SY is the chosen cleric of LBH, the world's most possessive divine emperor, accent on the divine. He did not sign up for this. (Meanwhile, LBH is trying to figure out how he can fit a divine empress into this pantheon)

i actually got very into this AU once i thought about it for 0.5 seconds, so here's a lil drabble that i hope to expand on and put on ao3 in the future ;>

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Shen Yuan wouldn’t consider himself to be particularly religious. He believed in the gods, of course - the proof of their existence is written on every street corner and under every roof. The lights of the city that have no discernible power source outside of the goddess of invention herself, the unemptiable food basket that had been gifted to Shen Yuan’s father by the god of plenty, the buzz of raw energy in the air each weekend when the city gathers to say its prayers. 

Undoubtedly, Shen Yuan had grown up in a city blessed by the gods, so naturally he believes in them. He just doesn’t much care for them.

A city blessed by the gods is also a city kept by them, after all. No inventions that could possibly be construed as a weapon would ever be approved by the ministry of creation. No civil courts existed when the gods could directly send down divine punishment to sinners.

No life in the city would ever survive if the gods found it unworthy.

Shen Yuan knew, objectively, why the rules of the gods were so strict. Divine Emperor Luo wrote them himself, and each one had been crafted specifically to prevent the sort of strife and abuse that he had witnessed when he was a mere mortal. Every schoolchild learns the story of the pitiful Luo Binghe who struggled to reach the heavens, faced every day with proof of humanity’s dishonor and ugliness.

When that pathetic Luo Binghe had awakened his blood as the Divine Emperor, he’d immediately sought to rewrite the rules of the heavens to fix the issues he’d seen as a mortal. It made sense. It even worked, to some objective degree of measurement: starvation and war between human lands was barely heard of, these days.

Shen Yuan casts his eyes up to the ceiling of the chapel. A mural of Divine Emperor Luo is painted in bright splashes of color, his eyes piercing down at the viewer as he holds a drink in one hand and a woman in the other. An image of wealth and wellness; a warning to stay in line if you wish for a similar happy ending. 

Shen Yuan thinks that the Divine Emperor must truly have had a hard life, to rule as such an immature god. A child that never got the chance to grow up freely, now imposing their black-and-white outlook of life on an entire land of people who are mature enough to understand that life isn’t so simple.

Shen Yuan looks back down, peering through barely open eyes at his feet. He isn’t supposed to have his eyes open at all, during prayer. It’s just - despite the issues he has with the gods’ reign, and despite the apathy he feels in place of admiration or piety, he really can’t help but think - 

How pitiful, to have ascended without first understanding the joy of being human. How sad, to have your ‘happy ending’ worshiped by the masses without understanding it yourself, believing it to be good only because it follows your own strict rules. 

Shen Yuan sighs, a quiet release of air in the quiet of the chapel.

His next breath in feels electric. 

The vaulted ceilings of the chapel suddenly feel claustrophobic. The quiet hum of hands rubbing against hands in silent prayer rises to a crescendo of skin and movement and life. What low light the candles lining the pews had provided now burns as brightly as the light of a hundred divine lanterns, but there isn’t anywhere Shen Yuan can cast his eyes towards that is less shocking to look at. 

And there, at the front of the chapel, is a god. 

Shen Yuan’s breath catches. He can’t look away. The god is beautiful; more divine than any blessing that Shen Yuan has ever witnessed. 

He is also looking directly at Shen Yuan, meeting his gaze through half lidded eyes and with the laziness of an apex predator. 

Around Shen Yuan, the other church-goers have begun to break from their prayers, startled and choking on the divine presence around them. Many of them dare to sneak peeks at the descended god, but none of them seem able to look directly at him, their eyes sliding off of him before they quickly duck their heads and take up the pose of prayer once more.

Shen Yuan still can’t look away.

Slowly, the god steps down from the pulpit and begins to approach. He doesn’t bother to look at Shen Yuan as he moves forward, casually glancing around the chapel as if assessing it. His eyes catch on the mural on the ceiling - his own face looking down at him, though paling in comparison to the beauty and power of the real thing. 

And then he pulls his eyes back to Shen Yuan, and Shen Yuan realizes with a start that he’s stopped walking, standing directly in front of the pew Shen Yuan is sitting in.

Shen Yuan wets his lips. His pulse beats jack-rabbit fast in his throat.

“Divine Emperor Luo,” he greets. “How - how can I serve you?”

The weight of the Divine Emperor’s attention is no lighter than if Shen Yuan had held the entire ocean on his shoulders. He looks at Shen Yuan as if he might eat him, and expects Shen Yuan to thank him for the honor of filling a divine stomach.

“Do you think you can?” He asks, and Shen Yuan shudders at the sound of his voice. An infinitely powerful being, and he’s speaking to Shen Yuan as if Shen Yuan were a peculiarity, something fit to either be played with or disposed of once the god has finished assessing him. 

“Can I - um, my apologies, Divine Emperor, can I…?”

“Serve me,” The gods says. “Or did you offer such a thing unthinkingly?”

Shen Yuan stares at him. Divine Emperor Luo stares back, his gaze sharp as he takes Shen Yuan in. 

“Can you,” Divine Emperor Luo says, voice low and dangerous, “serve a god that you see as pitiful?”

Shen Yuan jerks back as if slapped. How useless would it be to say that he hadn’t meant it? If a god can hear any thought about them, not only directed prayers - for certainly, Shen Yuan’s private ruminations about the tragedy of Luo Binghe’s story had been nothing like a prayer, and yet they had clearly been heard - then there is no point in lying. If Shen Yuan were to claim one thing with his mouth and another with his mind, he’d only be branded one of the many sinners to be smited by the Divine Emperor’s just hand. Deceit was hardly looked favorably upon; to lie to a god that could hear the truth from your own mind would be suicide. 

Shen Yuan hesitates. At his back, he knows his family must be terrified, and yet he also knows that they dare not look at the Divine Emperor, and that their heads must be bowed in prayer like everyone else in the chapel. 

A room with a hundred people, and it may as well just be Shen Yuan and his god.

The Divine Emperor’s lips quirk up. It isn’t a friendly expression. 

“Your god, little Shen Yuan?” He asks cruelly. “You can pity me, and you can know in your heart that you are incapable of serving me, and yet you claim to be devout to me in the same breath?”

“Aren’t I yours, Divine Emperor?” Shen Yuan asks. His voice does not waver, but it is a near thing. “If I didn’t belong to you, could I dare to live in this city? Every living thing here must live by your rule; naturally, we must all belong to you.”

“What pretty words,” Divine Emperor Luo says. His eyes glint red from beneath his lashes, and Shen Yuan thinks -

Ah, so red is truly the color of the divine. 

Divine Emperor Luo’s eyes are very suddenly the same deep brown that his murals all portray him with. Shen Yuan lowers his gaze deferentially, and wonders idly if all the other too-sharp pieces of the Divine Emperor would smooth out if Shen Yuan’s thoughts lingered on them. 

“If Divine Emperor Luo finds my words pretty, then I will dare to keep speaking,” Shen Yuan says, keeping his eyes turned down. 

“Go on, then. Speak.”

Shen Yuan takes a shuddering breath in. His family is still cowering behind him. The old lady who lives down the street is shaking in her pew across the aisle. 

And Shen Yuan has never considered himself especially religious, because believing in the gods is very different from placing your faith in them. 

“To spy is the manifestation of distrust,” Shen Yuan recites, the words long since memorized after a lifetime of growing up under the gods’ many rules about morality and punishment. “A lack of trust in others implies something impure within yourself. Spying should be punished with ten lashes.”

Shen Yuan’s mother lets out a quiet sound of alarm, stifled so quickly it sounds like a whimper. Shen Yuan does not bother to send her any sort of mental apology; it would not reach her, and would instead be intercepted by an outsider. 

Besides, Shen Yuan had known well what he was doing, quoting the rules that the Divine Emperor had written right back at him, implying that a god should be punished. It would be foolish to apologize for something he had done so purposefully. 

“Spying,” Divine Emperor Luo says, after the silence in the chapel has stretched long. “What a funny way to describe listening to the prayers of my followers. Is it spying for you to hear a call made to you from within your own house?”

“If all of the prayers that the Divine Emperor receives sound like what he heard from me,” Shen Yuan says, glancing back up to meet the god’s eyes defiantly. “Then I wonder why he hasn’t bothered to descend before today to scold us all.”

“Does little Shen Yuan think I will scold him?” Divine Emperor Luo asks, voice soft. 

“I think,” Shen Yuan says, “that a god normally so busy with punishing us would not bother to descend unless it was to fulfill those duties.”

“The world is good, from the work that I do,” Divine Emperor Luo says sharply. 

“Is it?” Shen Yuan asks, and he finds that his fear has been pushed down, his chest tight with a lifetime of reading about the gods and wondering why, if Luo Binghe’s life was so miserable, would he be unable to recognize misery in his own subjects, living every day in fear of him? 

Luo Binghe had been pitiful, and he’d never been allowed to grow up peacefully, and Shen Yuan truly thinks it sad that a divine being could live in such a tragic way. 

But that doesn’t make him blind to the way that Luo Binghe’s immaturity has scorched the mortal plane, nor does his pity completely dissolve his anger over such a thing. 

Shen Yuan’s fate had been sealed from the moment they the Divine Emperor had descended. If he’s going to be punished regardless, then it will be for having said his piece. 

Dying from bitching this pathetic god out is a far better story than dying from having only thought it. 

And yet, before Shen Yuan can open his mouth again -

The Divine Emperor turns suddenly, facing the cleric at the front of the chapel. The old man is clutching at his prayer book with shaking hands, and he ducks his head instantly when the god looks his way. 

“Take him in as a disciple,” Divine Emperor Luo commands, gesturing lazily in Shen Yuan’s direction. “I want him trained and moved to the main church by the end of the year.”

Shen Yuan looks at the cleric, and then back at the god in front of him. He - what?

The Divine Emperor glances back at Shen Yuan, his lips quirked up and his eyes once more a blazing red. 

“There’s another reason for a god to descend than to administer punishment,” he says. “We must also appoint clerics.”

And then Divine Emperor Luo is gone, the space where he once stood crackling with divine energy. 

In disbelief, Shen Yuan - the first cleric to be personally appointed by the Divine Emperor in nearly a century - falls to his knees. Fuck, he thinks, and he hopes that the god is still listening to hear it. 

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love when I fall over and hurt Myself, and my mother scolds Me for hurting Myself

that's so helpful

[softandworm]

Obsessive Devotion

For @nyoomerr for the SVSSS Gotcha 4 Gaza!! The prompt was "Bingge using Shen Yuan as a chew toy" and I kinda ran with it and went in the extreme direction. Had loads of fun with it :3c They're so normal!! CONTENT WARNING: Blood, Implied vore, Implied cannibalism, Vivid Neons, Eye Strain

[nyoomerr]

in this house we go feral for worm art 10000% of the time and this is no exception, so please accept this small fic drabble inspired by this absolutely insane art 🙏

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When Luo Binghe first meets Shen Yuan, Luo Binghe hasn’t eaten in a month. He isn’t sure how long his body can keep itself alive without eating, but he can’t risk eating the beasts in this part of the Abyss - their flesh is loose and hangs on their bones in a way that speaks of rot and disease. Luo Binghe could survive eating something like that, but it would put him out of commission for a day or so. 

Besides, Luo Binghe is used to being hungry. He’s been hungry his whole life, in one way or another. Hunger is proof that Luo Binghe is still alive.

Shen Yuan worries more about Luo Binghe’s hunger than anything else, and more intensely than anyone who has only recently met Luo Binghe ever should. To Shen Yuan, Luo Binghe’s hunger is worse than the burns festering with infection on his feet, worse than the fingers on his left hand that haven’t grown back yet. 

“You can’t heal those other things if you’re this hungry,” Shen Yuan stresses. “Please - you need to eat. Let me feed you.”

Luo Binghe can’t afford to trust any part of the Abyss that offers him respite. An oasis of fresh fruits and water will turn out to be an illusionary trap; a demon that offers a meal will just as surely turn out to have poisoned the meat.

Luo Binghe wants to take the poisoned flesh into himself anyway. 

Oh, he’s been hungry all his life, but he’s never been hungry like this. It’s never burned him, never made him feel like life might not be worth living if he can’t partake in this meal. Luo Binghe has spent ages with an aching stomach, and has spent years starving for the touch of someone who cares for him, but this - 

Luo Binghe has never been hungry for a person before.

“Please,” Shen Yuan says again, looking for all the world to be an innocent and earnest man, worried for his new friend. “Please, let me feed you.”

Shen Yuan cannot be an innocent man. Shen Yuan is a demon native to the Abyss - native to the place that Luo Binghe has been banished to - and so naturally Shen Yuan must be as awful as Luo Binghe himself is. 

Even more damning, Shen Yuan has been begging to feed Luo Binghe for over a week, now - for as long as Shen Yuan has known him. Even before Luo Binghe had slain the beast that Shen Yuan had been hiding from, Shen Yuan had started asking if he could feed him. When Luo Binghe had rebuffed the obvious attempt to poison him, Shen Yuan had silently begun following Luo Binghe through the Abyss, chasing Luo Binghe with unasked for advice and superfluous compliments.

A week is not long enough for Luo Binghe to learn to trust someone. It is not long enough for Luo Binghe to think Shen Yuan does not mean to poison him, or lure him into a trap, or strike when he lets his guard down. It isn’t even long enough for Luo Binghe to begin believing that Shen Yuan really means the praise he lavishes on Luo Binghe.

It is enough time for Luo Binghe to become addicted to it anyway.

“Please,” Shen Yuan says, and he says it like a prayer, like Luo Binghe is worth praying for. 

Shen Yuan is in front of him on his hands and knees, his head bowed, keeping a respectful distance. His hands are on Luo Binghe anyway: light touches to his cheeks and neck and feet, small pressures resting on his shoulders and his back. 

This is the nature of the demon Shen Yuan is: the sort that can multiply. 

Shen Yuan’s clones are significantly smaller than he is - only as tall as the length of Shen Yuan’s palm - but Shen Yuan has assured him that they share senses with Shen Yuan’s main body, and that Shen Yuan’s thoughts control their every moment. 

They are also the food that Shen Yuan has begged to feed him.

“They’re safe for you to eat,” Shen Yuan insists. “Biologically, I’m not so different from a human, so they should taste the same as one. They may not have so much meat on them, but I can produce enough of them to fill you up anyway.”

One of the small clones tugs at Luo Binghe’s hair lightly. Luo Binghe knows without checking that it was unintentional; the clones seem almost obsessed with wrapping themselves in his hair, leaving small braids everywhere they can reach. Every part of Shen Yuan is obsessed with touching Luo Binghe in a million small and gentle ways.

Even when Luo Binghe is on guard against it, Shen Yuan’s manipulation is devastatingly effective. It’s harder and harder to remember that Shen Yuan cannot be trusted, when Shen Yuan touches him so sweetly.

“Will it hurt you permanently, if I eat them?” Luo Binghe asks. 

He knows well enough it will hurt Shen Yuan temporarily. He only wants to know if it can be healed from. 

“Not permanently,” Shen Yuan assures him. He looks especially eager at Luo Binghe’s questioning, thrilled that Luo Binghe has not instantly shot him down like he usually does. “I can produce this many of them every few days or so, as long as my main body is not terribly injured. I can keep you fed for as long as you need me.”

Luo Binghe hums, looking down at the tiny clones of Shen Yuan that are tugging at his robes, their small faces crumpled in distaste as they silently tut at the tears in his old disciple robes. There are perhaps ten of them, including the ones he can feel on his shoulders and in his hair. It’s only enough for a few mouthfuls. 

Luo Binghe plucks one of them out from where it has climbed into his sleeve. It goes limp in his hand, letting itself be held and moved without resistance. It only looks up at Luo Binghe, smiling with the same dopey grin Shen Yuan’s main body wears when Luo Binghe lets him chatter about the beasts in the Abyss. 

Luo Binghe pinches at its body, and its little face turns pink, its smile bashful. There isn’t much fat on it. Ten of these every few days won’t be enough to fill Luo Binghe up.

(Luo Binghe doesn’t think any amount of Shen Yuan could fill him up. He thinks he’ll be hungry for Shen Yuan forever, for as long as Shen Yuan keeps playing at being good and kind and perfect, for as long as Shen Yuan pretends to care for Luo Binghe.)

“Why,” Luo Binghe says, still pinching the small creature in his fingers, “do you want to feed me? Why should I believe your flesh isn’t poisonous to me?”

“Even if it is, would it matter?” Shen Yuan asks. “You’re immune to all poisons. You could start by just eating one if you’re worried; that little won’t be enough to weaken you so much that you couldn’t fight back if I suddenly attacked you.”

Luo Binghe licks his lips. If he gives in to this hunger, he won’t stop at just one. He wants to eat all of Shen Yuan - he wants to absorb Shen Yuan’s flesh into his until Luo Binghe is more Shen Yuan than he is himself. He wants to feed the addiction he has to Shen Yuan’s touch by turning his own touch into Shen Yuan’s. 

He almost wishes he weren’t as immune to poisons as Shen Yuan says. He almost wishes to die by consuming Shen Yuan’s flesh.

“Why,” Luo Binghe says again, “do you want to feed me?”

Shen Yuan looks up at Luo Binghe, genuinely confused. “Why wouldn’t I? Why wouldn’t anyone?”

Luo Binghe shudders. He’s so, so hungry. 

“No one has before,” Luo Binghe says.

“Everyone else has been a bitch,” Shen Yuan says, his eyes cold. “They’ll get what they deserve soon.”

Luo Binghe closes his eyes. He can hardly smell Shen Yuan over the sulfuric stench of the Abyss. He brings the small clone he’s holding up to his face, breathing in deeply.

It smells of salt, of sweat. Does Shen Yuan’s main body smell the same? Or would it smell more metallic, tainted with the blood that must surely be spilled when Shen Yuan tears a part of himself off to form a new clone?

“Alright,” Luo Binghe says. “Feed me, then.”

Shen Yuan does. Luo Binghe’s hunger does not abate. 

[slowedmountains]

redrew the art meme that was going round a few weeks ago because “make it good later” has never been that aspiration to me, it’s even been enough to just not make the thing I really want to make in the past.

make it now. Make it however. Maybe it’ll work out maybe it won’t Make it or it won’t exist.

[discordiansamba]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Wind Breaker - にいさとる | Nii Satoru (Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sakura Haruka & Tachibana Kotoha, Tachibana Kotoha & Umemiya Hajime Characters: Tachibana Kotoha, Sakura Haruka (Wind Breaker), Umemiya Hajime Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Creatures & Monsters, Cat Sakura Haruka (Wind Breaker) Series: Part 1 of what the cat dragged in Summary:

Though she wouldn’t call herself a skeptic, the occult’s not really Kotoha’s thing. But after rescuing a strange black and white cat after an awful storm, she can’t help but draw connections to the boy with matching hair and eyes who appeared right after…

…but surely not, right?

(or: kotoha accidentally rescues a bakeneko. oh well. adoption is a lifelong commitment.)