hi im nik i blog about things i like. feel free to ask for discord! (header)
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im not meticulous about tagging nsfw so if youre like 12 this may not be the blog for you
[ID: waitineedaname: if you don't like Luo Binghe, try: again. /end ID]
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[ID: In Stars and Time comic. It opens with a shot of a bowl of stew and a list of ingredients. The stew is titled "Big Ball Head stew" and a stat chart is shown next to it: it's high in sodium and vitamins, low in protein, fat, and energy. A shot of the party shows them looking down at the stew; Siffrin smiling widely, Mirabelle and Isabeau looking intrigued, and Odile crossing her arms, unimpressed. Bonnie also grins as they announce, "Aaaand it's ready!!!"
Next is a panel of everyone holding bowls of stew. They all peer at the bowls before trying them. Bonnie looks at them in anticipation of their reaction. Again, everyone looks hesitant except Siffrin, who eagerly samples the Big Ball Head stew.
The stew is evidently delicious. Everyone's eyes light up and sparkles surround them as they react to the flavor. Mirabelle says, "It's really good!! Reminds me of something of the cooks from the coast would make." Isabeau says, "Ooh you're right!! It's like seafood, Bon Bon would be an expert on that." Behind him Siffrin nods rapidly in agreement. Odile remarks, "It is a bit saltier than I anticipated though..."
Isabeau says, "Oh..." and turns to look at Odile with a smile. "Haha!! Salty like the tears, right!?" Bonnie is also about to try the stew, thinking to themself, "too salty? that's weird..." Siffrin suddenly has a horrified expression. The three of them immediately freeze in time, expressions of shocked realization frozen on their faces. Mirabelle screams into her hands, and Siffrin slaps Bonnie's bowl out of their hands, causing Bonnie to yell "Hey what the crab" and then scream after Siffrin freezes.
Next panel is a death screen. "The stew froze you in time." Siffrin is drawn with a comically angry expression. Panels fade in showing Loop and Siffrin at the Favor Tree.
Loop stares at Siffrin, who is hunched over with their head in their hands. There's a moment of silence, before Loop laughs, shards of light coming off their head. They say, "HAHA!! Stardust seriously" but are cut off by Siffrin looking up with gritted teeth, loudly saying "Not. A. Word." /end ID]
Siffrin turns back to the party and asks, "Hey, do you guys ever wonder if these things are edible?" Everyone startles in shock, then begins yelling. Siffrin takes the shouts about what's gotten into him with an annoyed stone face. Then, Bonnie approaches, and pokes the Sadness corpse with their pan. They grin at Siffrin and sparkle as they say, "What the crab!! Let's try it!!!" (Siffrin smiles back, and behind the two of them, Mirabelle bursts into tears, Isabeau looks horrified, and Odile facepalms.)
Final image is a detailed drawing of all five of them sitting around a pot with something stewing inside. Siffrin happily stirs the pot, Bonnie chops vegetables, and everyone else looks hesitant and uncomfortable. The ISAT logo is in the corner, edited to say "in Snacks and Time" with a fork and knife symbol. /end ID]
i hope everyone in the circle (waves hand. the circle.) (people who know both me and kay) enjoys when i start obsessively tagging posts with something and then like a week later she also starts. OUR mind virus <3
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hey guysss so unfortunately the rumors are true and im leaving the narrative. Buttt the good news is my absence will create such a gaping hole in your lives that it will become a sort of presence itself, and so in a way it will kind of be like i never left! But i am. Leaving just to be clear.
69 (cultured chuckle) was "γγγΌγͺγγΎγγγ€γοΌ" ("So Long and See You Again!") by Kenshi Yonezu! This song ended up being SO perfect for vol2 binghe that it worked very much against me, because everything I could possibly say, Kenshi Yonezu said first, and better! Attention, scum villain animators: consider this song please!!!
Read this on ao3!
Fall in love, only to be crushed once again / And eventually, go our separate ways / Blood seeps in my mouth without warning / And I spit into the sky / Spread your wings and soar / Fly away to wherever your heart desires / Would we remember in 100 years? Who cares? / So long and see you again!
I wander into town alone in the drizzling rain / Brushing past people wherever I go / When I looked up, there was nothing before me / Ah, nothing
Donβt touch me with that knowing look / Assaulted from behind by baseless criticism / Beyond the place people refer to as hell / Is where I see spring
Luo Binghe does not bother to wipe Xin Mo clean before he sheaths it. He has no desire to face his reflection in its onyx-black steel, and besides, he thinks the blade prefers it like that, anyway. (In the back of his mind, a vibration, like a snide chuckle at his expense. He hisses at it. Xin Mo keeps laughing.)
βL-Luo-shixiong?β Luo Binghe only realizes heβs sneering when the woman whoβd spokenβa Huan Hua disciple, wide-eyed at the sight of Luo Binghe with his sword out as if he's ready to swing itβflinches as he turns to her.
Donβt call me that, he thinks, tiredly. Iβm no oneβs shixiong. Still, he stows Xin Mo away and rearranges his face into a smile for her, pretty and practiced. This only makes her pale further. Ah. There must be blood on his teeth. He licks them discreetly before he continues, βIs this shixiong right in thinking Zhou-shimei heard the commotion and rushed over to see what was going on?β
βTheβ¦ commotion,β Zhou Wenhui repeats blankly, sounding a little lost. In fairness, it is something of an understatement, given that the once-extravagant outer pavilion has been defaced utterly. Its ornamented pillars have been snapped like matchsticks, its luxurious artwork charred to unrecognizability after being struck with sword glare after sword glare. One wall in particular bears a Liu-Qingge-sized dent.
Still, she rallies admirably. βY-yes! It was that thug Liu Qingge again, wasnβt it? How dare he! Our Huan Hua Palace is no training ground for him to ransackββ Luo Binghe makes the right faces and the right sounds, injured and outraged in turn. No, Zhou-shimei, Disciple Ma probably already knows about his barrier array having been broken. Yes, Zhou-shimei, it would be appreciated if you informed Hallmaster Xia of the latest incursion anyway. No, Zhou-shimei, this shixiong is in no need of the medical wingβs services. Truth be told, this wasnβt a particularly interesting fight, despite what the rubble might otherwise suggest. Rote as any fight to the death could be, even.
Itβs strange, how unreal he feels while talking to what should be his fellow cultivators. Their worries and troubles seem so removed from his own that they seem like mere dreams. Luo Binghe floats through the interaction and then blinks to find the yellow flutter of Zhou Wenhuiβs robes already disappearing around a corner, the impression of a lingering gaze prickling at him. He thinks she asked him if he needed anything more from her. Help, maybe. What a thoughtβwho in this hollow palace of gilt could give Luo Binghe what he needs?
He still can taste blood in his mouth.
A blink, and Luo Binghe is back inside the palace proper, striding down halls that are garish in their opulence and which may as well be empty, for how disciples, servants, and demons alike duck away as he passes. He doesnβt care that he can hear whispers as he goes. The shifting masses of jaundiced robes conspire to make the scene sickly, and he already feels ill.
Another blink, and Luo Binghe is in the pavilion he has claimed as his own. He hates it. He hates its winter chill. He hates that any one of the delicate, filigreed baubles scattered around it like fallen autumn leaves is valuable enough that it could have changed his motherβs lifeβcould have saved it. He hates the golden drapes that shroud Shen Qingqiuβs body and lend sallowness to his slack face. He hates how small his shizun looks, laid out in bone-white inner robes upon a platform big enough for five.
(Xin Mo laughs.)
βShizun,β he says, laying a hand against a wan cheek. βYour Binghe is here.β His voice creaks even though it was smooth for that disciple heβs already forgotten the face of, even though he just wetted his throat with blood. Unacceptable. He clears his throat and tries again. βShizun, your disciple has defended you again against that addled bloodhound, Liu Qingge. Rest assured this disciple punished him for his vulgarity rather than allow his uncouthness to disturb you from sleep.β
The words scald on their way out. Luo Binghe decides silence will be his virtue, tonight.
He fusses for a while over Shen Qingqiuβs hair. Itβs already been brushed, and it of course lays perfectly against the sheets, just as Luo Binghe had arranged it in the morning. But for all the qi Luo Binghe has poured into Shen Qingqiuβs body, for all the transgressions he has committed to clean and maintain it, neither its silken sheen nor the luxurious softness he remembers from when heβd had license to fix it just so as a disciple have ever returned to its obsidian weight. Itβs that, more than his chill skin, that makes him look like not a sleeping soul but a corpse to Luo Binghe.
Luo Binghe had never dared trespass in his masterβs dreamscape, no matter how much he wished to. He knew the risk (and even if he was reckless enough to let his fool heart overcome his reason, Meng Mo would have shouted him deaf before he could breach so much as the first layer of Shen Qingqiuβs dream realm.)
But now he wishes, with all his black, rotten, broken, foolβs heart, that he had committed that trespass. Even if it would only ever be its memory which he could return to, to even once have been ensconced in what surely were the mint-sweet and green layers of his shizunβs mind would have been an unimaginable comfort. An irreplaceable treasure, even if it was ill-gotten. Even if its winning would prove the monstrousness of his desires.
Now, when Luo Binghe curls like a child beside the still and cool body of his shizun, the lack of a dreaming presence is like a sucking void in the space where his spirit should lie. He brushes his hand again under Shen Qingqiuβs eye, imagining those long lashes fluttering at the intrusion, and only finds that the warmth of his previous touch has already dissipated.
Luo Binghe closes his eyes and imagines himself shedding his cumbersome robes of black, leaving this tawdry palace behind, and fleeing for the clean, cold air of Qing Jing, where he can stand by his shizunβs side and partake of his voice, of innocent touches to his gleaming hair, and of his beloved eyes, creasing at Luo Binghe as if invitation to laugh at a joke only Shen Qingqiu knows.
βSee you tonight, Shizun,β he whispers, even though his voice is still all wrong. He carefully wraps his limbs around Shen Qingqiu to both maintain propriety and ensure as much skin contact as possible and allows qi to flood from him into Shen Qingqiuβs bruised, too-thin shell. Then Luo Binghe pushes himself ruthlessly into dreaming, smothering his consciousness with as little passion as he might slit a throat. At least in dreams, his shizunβs gaze can meet his own.
[ID: Scissor Seven fanart of Seven soaring through the streets of Chicken Island, seen prancing at the level of the shop roof signs with his arms and legs spread out and scissors in hand. An edited Snapchat caption says in all caps, "I just want my haircut bro π€¦ββοΈπ€¦ββοΈπ€¦ββοΈ". End ID]
catch me going to the fox counselling room to complain about Director Ho, watching the counsellor smile politely and offer advice, while I drag his name more and more safe in the knowledge that taking action against me for this is unprofessional.
[ID: Tags that say, "#just read up to chapter 350... and yeah pretty much exactly what happened with me #ho yuwon... πππππππ #went from βok characterβ to βthis guy is kinda silly and. evilβ to βPLEASHSHAHASSASHAHAAASEE.... PLEESASEEEEAASEEEHSHAHE BWAAAAHHHHHβ (transcript: "please" written out as though through sobs)". End ID]
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chief lizard is a safety marker, because i know that as long as he's around, most issues will be solved due to his strength and looney toons logic; him being there means the ghost story can be punched to death.
baek saheon is a safety marker, because i know that as long as he's around kim soleum needs to be at least somewhat okay in order to continue fucking with him.
The thing abt Lan Xichen's fuck me robes is that I know in my heart that underrobe was sheer and clinging and I'm the only one who knows because they didn't work. Bc both of his stupid boyfriends were busy
[ID: Stamps showing Chinese instruments; a Pipa, Ruan, and Sanxian. Each stamp shows the instrument in color, with lineart of a woman playing it as the background. /end ID]
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[ID copied from alt: a digital doodle of siffrin from the game in stars and time. they are without their hat and looking past the viewer with a cute smile, with feathery wings protruding from their back. /end ID]
Four images, described from left to right and top to bottom.
First image: An ink illustration of two round simply drawn cats on their sides curled around eachother with their noses together. Above them is a heart, their eyes are open, and together they appear to make one cat.
Second image: An ink illustration of two round cats sitting together both leaning in for a kiss with eyes closed, their tails curled around eachother. There are three little hearts above their heads.
Third image: An ink illustration of very simply drawn cat blobs. They are sitting against eachother with tails up while one leans and gives the other a cheek kiss.
Fourth image: A simple ink illustration of two cats sitting together with their intertwined tails making a heart, there is a large heart above their heads. They are so close they appear almost as one cat with two heads. Only their dot eyes are drawn.
