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My Xianxia Character
For use in cultivation settings!
Name: Ye Bao (Wild Treasure)
Age: adult, cultivated to golden core/immortality
Cultivation: Beast tamer
Ability: can tell what is true and what is not
Enjoys causing chaos, very playful, lives in a hidden area
when ur mutuals are mutual with each otherĀ
pro: squad con: i saw this post like 18 times today
Free
The attempt had been set to fail from the beginning. Perhaps if they had caught Shen Jiu while he was younger and still learning they would have had a chance. There were certainly plenty that he could think of that would be trapped successfully in this place.
Shen Jiu had patience however, and his captors had slipped. It had only taken a moment to strangle his visitor to death with the chains that they had bound him with. Then he stripped the body of everything that he could.
If there had been a second captor there, this could not have worked. It was why they had been able to hold him for months. It had taken time to alter the chains to restrain the qi of anyone it touched, not just him. Weeks of carefully scratching at the metal and carefully staining it with his blood. Encouraging it to work further towards its purpose was always going to be easier than trying to break its hold on his qi.
He stripped the body of everything it had and carefully unlocked the chains. Shen Jiu had plans. This chance had taken a long time, and he would not get another for yet another stretch if they caught him again. This could be done once, not twice. If he was captured again he would have to design yet another way to escape.
The best way to ensure this went as planned was to make sure there was no one left to hunt him. The first part: find the security array, and quietly flip it so no one could get in or out. His qi flowed through his body as he silently worked to rewrite the array. The longer he had before they realized something was wrong, the better.
Shen Jiu could fight, but he was not Liu Qingge. Knives in the back and a full set of arrays and talismans was by far his preference. He slowly filled the place with deadly traps as he walked up. Anyone who came after him would find they became his prey instead.
The first to find him died swiftly. The second he used as bait. The third Shen Qingqiu took his time with before starting to hunt in earnest.
It was important to not let them group together. Talismans to blind senses and make them lose track of each other were used heavily. Shen Jiu struck down each one one by one. A few tried to leave, only to learn just what Shen Jiu had done to the array meant to keep him from escaping.
Blood dripped from his clothes as he quietly finished up and left the building. He would need a fresh change of clothes. Keeping clean had not been a priority. Now though, a bath and fresh food would serve him well. Shen Jiu smiled quietly to himself as he walked out to freedom.
i love queerplatonic relationships where one of them is aroace and the other isn't. i love when the allo character has a crush that fades over time. i love when they don't care what they are to each other as long as they're together. i love when romance is an option that they don't choose. i love when both aros and allos feel fulfilled without romance or sex.
He was as tall as he was tall, and his eyes were the color they were. To describe his hair one would say that he had some. His face had all the features you'd expect, and none of the ones you wouldn't. "There he is," people would often say of him, but only when he was there. And they were right.
For some reason this looks extremely familiar to me
"Don't eat all of that sugary food..."
"...You'll gain weight" š«
Wrong
Body negative
You need way more calories than a slice of cake to gain even one pound
"...You'll get sick" ā
Correct
Sugar is good but if you eat too much you get stummy ache :(
Better when eaten in moderation anyway
Prioritizes listening to your body
"...Without me" š
Secret third option?
Encourages community
Get sick with someone you love
World's best bonding activity
Last night unable to sleep properly and an image of fallen London cosmology came to me and I had to create it before i could hope to rest so here it is
Hope that helps!!
Suddenly struck with a need to explain to you how boat pronouns work (I work in the marine industry).
When you're talking about the design of the boat, you say "it".
When the boat is still being built, your say "it".
When the boat is nearing completion, you can say "it" or "she".
When the boat is floating in the water you probably say "she", unless there is still a lot of work to be done (e.g. no engine yet) then you say "it".
When the boat is officially launched and operating, you say "she". If you continue to say "it" at this point you are not incorrect but suspiciously untraditional. You are not playing the game.
If you are referring to a boat you don't really know anything about you may say "it" ("there's a big boat, it's coming this way"). But if you know its name, it's probably "she" ("there's the Waverley, she's on her way to Greenock").
If you are talking about boats in general, you say "it" ("when a boat is hit by a wave it heels over")
If you speak about a boat in complimentary terms, it's "she" ("she's a grand boat"). If you are being disparaging it may be it, but not necessarily ("it's as ugly as sin", "she's a grotty old tub").
If she has a boy's name, she's still she. "Boy James", "King Edward", "Sir David Attenborough"? The pronoun is she.
If it's a dumb barge (no engine), you say it. But if it's a rowing boat (no engine), you say she.
I hope this has cleared things up so that you may not be in danger of misgendering floating objects.
Hit "view post" and lost it
You are an adventurer in a generic fantasy world and you use this weapon!
Do you like it?
YES!!!!!
yes
Eh it's okay
No
NO!!!!!!!
sick of hearing about "healing crystals" that "cleanse your mind and body of negative energy" i want to know which rocks can hurt you and fuck up your vibe so bad
everyone suggesting uranium isn't wrong but anyone who said "literally any rock if you're willing to resort to violence" are the only people who can get on my level. you're hired.
caincore
okay which fandom that sprung up out of nowhere overnight like mushrooms after rain is this a reference to i can't keep up anymore
oh you meant like. that guy from the bible who invented murder. right.
holy itās The Post
So, what would I have to do to get you to not notice I'm in Lan Gusu for an hour or so? And maybe not mention anything you noticed to Lan Qiren?
girl, as long as itās not going to set the place on fire or otherwise interfere with my romantic evening with my husband, iāll turn as MANY blind eyes as you need loll
Great!
*cheerfully goes to Lan Qiren's house to smuggle in chickens*
Captive
Shen Jiu's fingers ached. They always had since they had decided to declaw him. Slicing through the delicate bone and severing the tendons in order to ensure the awakened spirit beast couldn't claw anyone.
He hated it. He hated his fangs being pulled. He hated having a second life just as miserable as his first. Shen Jiu was clearly despised by this world. Not even death granted him relief, just throwing him back into this miserable cycle back where he had started. Perhaps even lesser. The rights of spirit beasts were far weaker than that of a human. He had escaped slavery before. It would be far harder now.
"Kitten." Shen Jiu looked away refusing to acknowledge the demeaning pet name. His owner stood before the soft pet bed that Shen Jiu was sat on. It was a comfortable cushion. The jewelry and soft clothes he were were as fine as what an emperor's concubine may wish for. He despised it.
"Kitten, won't you look at me?" the man coaxed. Shen Jiu stayed steady staring at the wall. "Aren't you hungry?" Shen Jiu turned and gave the man a single glance. The man laughed in delight and gave over a plate of smoked fish. Shen Jiu didn't eat it immediately. He didn't want to be stared at as he ate.
The man reached out and stroked his hair. Shen Jiu's ears flicked in irritation. "Is it truly so terrible to be mine, kitten?" the man asked.
Another might have found life in this golden cage acceptable. He was pampered here, fed soft treats and all that was asked in return was that he gave his attention.
But he was not free to pursue his own desires. He could not study to his heart's content. He could not wander as he wished. He had to tolerate being touched when he would prefer not to be. Being shown off as a trophy before others as his owner bragged about keeping a tame spirit cat burned him inside. He would not be so easily kept if not for the collar that sealed his spiritual power.
Eventually the man tired of petting Shen Jiu and gently coaxing him. He left. Shen Jiu picked meagerly at his food. His fingers still ached.
About ten, fifteen years ago I wrote a story about a guy living in a Capitalist dystopia. His walls, furniture, and tableware are all covered in smart displays. Basically animated wallpaper. It's sold as being able to turn your room or objects into anything - A nice forest view, outer space, a fantasy realm... but the companies that run this stuff keep sneaking ads in.
It gets so bad he's always being woken up by adverts that offer insomnia cures and better bedding that play when he tries to sleep.
So he buys the ad-free tier, and it's great... for a few months. And then he starts getting adverts from 'premium partners'. So he goes up a level... and the same thing happens.
So he jailbreaks his wallpaper and sends all the ad servers to 0.0.0.0 and voila... he can sleep.
Until this SWAT team blows his door off and drag him off to jail. The Ad companies are suing him for loss of revenue for the products he' notionally have bought if he'd watched their adverts, based on some weird 'The average consumer buys X products with an average value of Y' calculation.
The judge is like 'well I dun wanna annoy the sponsors' so he RICO's this guy's house and possessions and sends him to jail.
... which is a nice relaxed non-volent offender jail for the corporately disenfranchised. But because these people have no money... there's no ads and now he's happy because the only place he's free... is in prison.
Which at the time was a bit much and now it's like: Called it.
Elon's suing companies for not advertising because he's losing revenue. He's also cranking the price of Ad Free Twitter. Disney and Amazon play adverts on their paid service when services used to be free because of the adverts... and now you have to pay to watch the adverts or go up a couple of tiers.
And google's going around freaking out about ad-blockers.
OP did it hurt when Apollo's dodgeball hit you and made you write that story?
Basil Nightingale (British, 1864-1940). Crime!, 1913. Watercolor.
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He was trying to get away!
My life of crime, foiled...
Hey. Why isnāt the moon landing a national holiday in the US. Isnāt that fucked up? Does anyone else think thatās absurd?
It was a huge milestone of scientific and technological advancement. (Plus, at the time, politically significant). Humanity went to space! We set foot on a celestial body that was not earth for the first time in human history! Thatās a big deal! Iāve never thought about it before but now that I have, itās ridiculous to me that thatās not part of our everyday lives and the public consciousness anymore. Why donāt we have a public holiday and a family barbecue about it. Why have I never seen the original broadcast of the moon landing? It should be all over the news every year!
Itās July 20th. Thatās the day of the moon landing. Next year is going to be the 54th anniversary. Iām ordering astronaut shaped cookie cutters on Etsy and Iām going to have a goddamn potluck. Youāre all invited.
Hey. Hey. Tumblr. Ides of March ppl. We can do this
Hell yeah moon holiday
Ooh coming up we should celebrate
PITCH: We call it Moon Day, and then every 7 years when it falls on a Monday, that's an even BIGGER deal and we call that Moon Day Monday and go absolutely apeshit about it (the next Moon Day Monday is in 2026 so we have a couple trial runs first)
ancient greek word of the day: ĪŗĪ±ĪŗĪæĪøĪµĻĪ®Ļ (kakotherÄs),Ā unfitted to endure summer heat
this literally means ābad at summerā pass it on
Reblog if you, too, are bad at summer
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The suffering never ends ;-;
Shizun
Slaves weren't really taught anything. Little Nine was expected to figure out how to get the coin the child traders demanded from their small group on his own. He learned how to cry on demand and play on people's pity, and how to pick out the targets that they could steal from directly. Defending his spot and coins from being taken were his first priorities.
Nine remembered figuring out how to write his and Seven's numbers. He stared at the symbols and traced them in the dirt again and again until he could do it perfectly. "Look," he told Seven pointing at the dirt scratched symbols. "That's us."
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Shen Jiu had a fierce hunger to learn. He had a stronger drive to not break. Shen Jiu endured the relentless lessons and beatings. Qiu Jianluo would have Shen Jiu be flawless in every manner. It had been bad enough being Qiu Jianluo's favorite whipping boy before Qiu Jianluo had decided to engage him to Qiu Haitang. Qiu Haitang had been so happy. Shen Jiu wished he felt the same way. It was bitter to know his so called freedom was just another mockery of his life.
Qiu Jianluo looked over the carefully copied lines that Shen Jiu had written out and cracked a ruler hard across his hands. They were so swollen it was impressive Shen Jiu could write at all. "Look at this mess," he sneered. "This is hardly legible at all!" He gave a cruel mocking grin. "I am sure a night spent practicing will improve that."
Qiu Jianluo turned around and locked the door. Shen Jiu clenched the brush angrily. He slowly reached for another sheet of paper. He would not let Qiu Jianluo see his pain.
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Wu Yanzi was the first to truly claim Shen Jiu as his student. He called him disciple, and seemed delighted by Shen Jiu calling him shizun in turn. Wu Yanzi would explain what he expected from Shen Jiu, how it worked, and show it to him. For the first time in his life Shen Jiu wasn't being thrown in the deep end to swim alone.
It was still a struggle. Shen Jiu had to pay for his lessons, and Wu Yanzi was not a good man. Shen Jiu always took the riskiest positions in Wu Yanzi's plans. He knew he was a disposable tool to the man. Shen Jiu wasn't strong enough to fight him and break away on his own. Not yet at least. One day he would have that chance.
For now Shen Jiu bowed to his shizun and listened closely to what he was taught. He needed everything he could get if he was going to get a chance at true freedom.
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Qing Jing's peak lord was ethereal. Shen Jiu wished desperately to match this. Shen Jiu looked up to this shizun he had bowed and poured tea for. This one only harmed him when he did poorly, or was caught breaking rules. Punishments were as close to fair as Shen Jiu had experienced.
Shen Jiu was free to study and push himself as he liked. He set his own pace. Shen Jiu knew he was being watched. He was a rogue cultivator with a blackened past brought in by Qiong Ding's head disciple and accepted despite the irregularities. He had to prove himself. Shen Jiu pushed himself for that. There was no punishment offered when he fell short, but he felt the disappointment.
The right to use the sect's resources for himself was really all he received. Shen Jiu needed to defend himself from the other disciples on the peak. Rest was brief and shallow. He had to fight to keep things from being stolen or sabotaged. They wanted this intruder on this peak gone.
Shen Jiu saw his shizun watch as his work was destroyed before he turned away. Shen Jiu was left alone.
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The name Shen Qingqiu stung him. A constant reminder of the roots he would never be free of. Of the fact that he was a cuckoo in the nest that the others would cheerfully destroy if he ever faltered. Shen Qingqiu was determined to not do that.
He claimed his position as shizun with ferocity. Shen Qingqiu demanded respect from those around him. His rank was higher than all of theirs. Seniority did not matter. For so long he had been forced to accept the demands of those higher than him. Now only one had that power over him. Shen Qingqiu would be the one to hand out punishments.
He punished with pleasure. Every fault and flaw that he saw, every attempt to soar high enough to threaten him was sharply shattered. His disciples worshiped him and called him shizun with reverence. Shen Qingqiu wondered if they meant it, or if it was spoken with fear.
The rat of a disciple with too hungry eyes knelt before him. Shen Qingqiu had only taken him to spite Liu Qingge. Ning Yingying's interest in the boy was worrying. He would not let him harm the girl.
The boy spoke of a mother who had loved him, and heat burned in Shen Qingqiu's chest.
Before the little beast could even breath the word shizun, Shen Qingqiu poured the tea over his head.
