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I got into it when an old mutual reblogged the trailer for season one of the donghua! It was a bit confusing at first but then I read the novel and watched the episodes as they came out. I'm still in the process of watching cql, and the only other C-drama I've seen is Guardian, which is based off a novel by Priest. It's sort of sci-fi/mystery, taking place on another planet and involves a detective solving supernatural cases. The amount of long, lingering, pining gazes is off the charts. 1/2

I've heard Birth of the Drama King is good, too! I'm a big fan of Song Jiyang. What are your top five mdzs/cql ships? ~cc

Oh yeah I’ve heard of the guardian. I think I saw some gif sets from someone I follow. It looks very good! Is it on Netflix? I know how confusing MDZS/CQL can be at first, from experience! It was so confusing when I first watched the show. I had to do loads of reasearch! (But it was worth it!)

Also, and I won’t really get into this cuz I could go on forever, but I LOVE Song Jiyang(and XXC)! He’s so pretty!!!! (Alright I’m done now)

Hum... my top five ships ... let’s see... It’s pretty complicated, but simply put it looks something like this:

1) SongXiao (and I also really like SongXiaoLin, which was a version of that ship with an OC (I think) written by @songxiaolin)

2) Wangxian (I mean you have to love them ❤️)

3) Xicheng (I know it’s not very possibly cannon, but it’s very cute in a lot of fics)

4) Zhuilingyzen (I think that’s what it’s called? I only really started linking it after I followed @zhuilingyizhen)

5) Nieyao (it’s so deliciously angsty!)

A close runner up is the venerated triad because that’s even more deliciously angsty, and Xiyao (idk what it’s actually called, but Jin guangyao and Lan Xichen)

What about you? What are your fave ships? Have a great day wherever u are!

So I've Been On a cruise and Had no WiFi Unfortunately I also have no pictures because I took them on my Actual camera. I'll try and Import them soon but Until then, Have some old photos

I kinda forgot I had tumblr. I went on a School Trip to London so I have a few photos, Unfortunately, all my good photos have been taken on The school Camera because I was assigned as The Photographer of the trip.

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Ok so like I’m sorry this took so long I just kinda didn’t feel like it for a week or 2. also I improved a bit within the last couple weeks! Faces still look wonky sometimes but whateves

Bite-Sized: Lost Part 2

I forgot to post this on tumblr!! I'm so sorryyyy 😭😭😭

I'm planning on updating Bite-Sized some time soon, so I knew I had to catch it up on my tumblr

Here's the final part of B-S: Lost

Everything was white. Now, that wasn't an unusual statement, given that the brothers lived in Snowdin, but the white here felt... aggressive. Like it was waiting to each the child whole. Papy wasn't here either. The child gripped the tails of his scarf after he stumbled to his feet. He was wearing those dumb pink boots and feeling more than a bit foolish. The Underground was very small and it wasn't easy to get lost. Unless you got to close to Temmie Village. He always got lost around Temmie Village. Luckily, there was a very simple trick for finding your way around Snowdin. Just walk! Eventually you'll hit a path, or tree, or monster, or even the walls of the Underground! Or wind up outside of Snowdin, but it wasn't that hard to just go back in.

So the small skeleton child started to wander. Deeper and deeper he went into the nothingness. He didn't know how much time was passing, or even if it was. The more he walked, the more he feared he had left the Underground entirely. If worst came to worst, Papy would find him and he'd be grounded until the barrier was broken. The boy shook his head and continued forward. No, he'd find his way back home. He'd done it hundreds of times before.

--

"dude. i'm telling you, boss speaks in capitals. he's totally the papyrus of him and dream."

"the hell? no he doesn't. both him and dream just have normal monster speak. they don't even have specific fonts." Dust cuffed Killer on the head.

"dream said that he didn't speak like that until after ink found him. so nighty is the paps," The Sans puffed out his chest as if he had just spilled some great secret of the multiverse. Dust groaned.

"you don't even talk to dream,"

"well, dream told ink, and ink told error. error told me."

"ink's memory cannot be trusted." Dust growled out. The two stopped walking when they came across a splash of black in an otherwise barren wasteland of white. "speaking of ink," Killer stared at the spot of paint that had clearly once been a portal. "where do you think he went?"

"knowing him? probably off on some adventure with "broomie" or some shit." That got a laugh out of Dust. "hey, you think he's still around?" Dust shrugged. "if he is and i catch him-"

"no."

"but-"

"no." Dust sighed. "last time i made a bet with you, i was doing your chores for a month," The shorter skeleton glared. Killer wore a too-wide grin that promised only mischief.

"it'll be different this time, honest," He held one hand over his heart and another in the air. Dust huffed and shoved past him. "if i find him, you owe me a set of knives from that market au, the one with the giants. and if i don't, i hop over to that little alchemist au you like so much and get you... um..."

"if it's the ingredients for napalm, again, i'm torching your room,"

"i'll get you the stuff for those smoke bombs you're always making crossy," Killer stuck his hand out. Dust looked at it warily before finally deciding to shake it. Killer whooped and ran off. Dust shook his head. Missions with Killer were always something. He was loud and obnoxious, but also highly effective in battle. Though he has a horrible habit of not looking before he leaps. Cross and Nightmare were both far better mission partners, and Epic when the guy was around. But because Nightmare was a literal deity and Cross himself was a highly trained guard, as well as an out code, they went on solo missions more often than not.

--

Killer hadn't expected Dust to follow him. He was probably the laziest of the Sanses that Nightmare kept around. If he could avoid walking, he would. And it wasn't like Dust was the one looking for Ink.

Staring down at the small child, Killer was kind of wishing he had dragged Dust with him.

"sooo," Killer started, grabbing the kid's attention. His face was... off-putting, to say the least. The gaping hole on top and glowing red eyelight was starting to freak Killer out, just a little bit. Not that he'd ever tell anyone. Besides, this was a kid, what's the worst that could happen. The kid looked up, tilting his head in a puppy-like manner. "whatcha doin' out here on your own?" The kid fiddled with his scarf tails. Oh man. Killer really hoped he hadn't lost his Papyrus. "lookin' for your bro?" The child regarded the question for a moment before nodding. "cool. cool." There was a moment of silence. "you got a name?" No response. "know how you got here?" Still nothing. Killer was betting on the bugger having fallen through Ink's portal. Or maybe he was just an outcode. At least he was on the right track. Maybe. Killer was sorely tempted to abandon the child, a perfect set of knives was on the line here. Worst came to worst, he could just pick the child up on his way back. So he left without any moral qualms.

Dust, on the other hand, had been slowly following Killer, not trusting him to not do something stupid. He was far behind the target-souled Sans, but Killer stopped long enough for Dust to have nearly caught up. Which means he saw the idiot up and leave the kid. Dust quickened his pace and approached the child.

"hey buddy," Dust said softly, kneeling to be on the child's level. "you doing okay?" The kid looked back to where Killer had gone. "don't mind him. i'm dust." Dust stuck out a hand. The kid shook it. His hands were so small and felt fragile and flaky, almost like he had been starved. "what's your name?" There was a moment of silence.

"h-horror?" The kid, Horror, sounded uncertain. Dust couldn't correct the kid, he didn't know if his name was Sans or even something else entirely.

"well horror, do you mind if i pick you up? i gotta catch up to my friend before he goes and does something dumb," Horror giggled and nodded. Dust gently scooped the child into his arms and tried to ignore just how light he was. Horror yawned and snuggled into Dust's scarf, eyes fluttering shut. Dust smiled at the kid before turning to where Killer had disappeared to and frowned. That bastard had a lot to answer for.

“Aha.. .h̴͊á̔̎̀̒͛͝.̸̄ͭ̏̀͊̀ͬ͆.̢͒̓ͥ̈̊͂́͝.̨̄̍̐͆̅. “

For the angsty art meme- @fluffy-zipper​ requested Dimentio with 👽- alien infection        

I had some trouble coming up with the best way to do this prompt but I started thinking about about what a Squirps-Dimentio hybird might look like and came up with this :o

Thank you for being patient!

Okay, I’m ready to talk about this.

On the day that I posted my original post my oldest sister and I both learned via Facebook that our Nana had passed away.

A cousin had posted it while my Mom and her siblings were making arrangements in the wake of their mother’s passing.

Nana’s death wasn’t shocking or unexpected as we knew that it was coming. She had gone in last December for a cancer screening and nothing showed up, but in February she started experiencing pain and on the last day of February my mom informed me that a scan had found two masses; one was on her bowel. She declined treatment as they couldn’t guarantee her anything and she didn’t want to end up using a colonoscopy bag for the rest of her life; she was in her eighties and had outlived her second husband, her ex husband and her third husband.

I saw her in late March to say goodbye and she wasn’t herself, thank God that she warned me as it would have been traumatic to see my Nana sitting in her favorite chair, unmoving, eyes closed and only saying two, maybe three words. She hadn’t truly eaten in days and my mom and her oldest sibling had to coax her to sip water or Pepsi and to try to eat. The only time that I heard my Nana speak more than three words, that wasn’t repeating ‘no’ several times, was when I told that I was pregnant; she asked when I was due.

I knew that the end was near as she hadn’t eaten anything but pudding or Jell-O by a Hospice Nurse and her children had coaxed her to eat to help pills for the pain and restlessness in days.

I made peace with the fact that there wouldn’t be a ‘better’ four generations photo of her, my mom, myself and my firstborn, that I wouldn’t get one with my second born child and that I couldn’t ask her if she would be up for the drive to the village she grew up in and learn how much, if any, it had changed since she was a child.

I expected to learn of her passing via phone call by either my mom or one of my siblings and instead I learned about it on Facebook.

I’ve chosen to not hold it against my cousin and move on.

However it did bring up an unpleasant memory. Years ago when Facebook showed you posts based on when they were made instead of updating your feed whenever someone commented on a post, I was innocently scrolling through my feed one morning seeing posts that had been made since the last time I was on Facebook and now. I suddenly stopped and hopped onto a tab for a website and started to do something else. Not long afterwards, within half an hour, the phone rang, it was for my Dad, he took the phone and started to cry; the call was to tell him that his youngest from his first marriage had unexpectedly passed away in her sleep. Later I realized that I hadn’t finished looking at my Facebook feed and went back to finish and just a couple of posts down someone, a complete stranger to me, had posted, tagging my newly deceased sister, saying that she was dead.

My older sister wasn’t terminally ill or anything so imagine how traumatic it would be to learn that a relative had passed away in such a manner and it wasn’t even a family member.

For the love of _______ please, PLEASE don’t post that someone, especially a family/friend has passed on social *cough* Facebook *cough* unless you know for a stone cold fact that family and immediate friends have been informed!

It’s a horrific way to find out that a loved one is dead; regardless of knowing that it was coming.

@the-ninja-girl-in-blue @rainbowwatermelon7 @cloudy-dreams

Sorry these took me so long to make, I have been busy working on other drawings and having art burn out.

I hope you all like them🙂

I finally got the motivation to finish this! Again, I am sorry it took me so long to finish the last three characters, I hope you all like them🙂

@something3706 @stefanydraws11 @zetathedraconequus

caracalclaws​:

@stxr-bxster​ || Permenant starter call

“… Hey! Sorry for interrupting. Just couldn’t help but notice you looking a little lost!”

Arms fold behind her back, head tilted to one side at the… Well, the stranger didn’t look like any Mobian she’d seen before. But who’s Mint to judge?

“Don’t suppose I can help you at all? Uh! If you are lost, that is!”

Clickclickclickclick-

Starmap after starmap after other, obscure starmap, transparent patterns whizzing past Krigg’s eyes on the screens of her glasses. And not a single match to be found between the stars above the planet’s light blue skies, and the maps in her posession.

It’s quite rare. And it’s maybe a little bit of a terrifying situation. The universe is a bad place to get lost into.

The interruption in her search sets her worried mood to broiling, especially when that fateful observation that she might be a little lost manages to pinch juuuust the wrong nerve. The diminutive alien’s noggin snaps to the intruder with an expression of contained fury, shoulders hiking high and tongue held between her teeth to avoid spilling a loud burst of “WHAT DO YOU THINK, GENIUS?” and other related noises.

The anger boiling in the pot, however, quickly falls flat at the sight of the stranger’s unusually fuzzy, well-meaning face, all gas taken out of the metaphorical stove. And Krigg slumps forward with a quiet, defeated look on her face. No, really, she can’t be mad at that poor person.

“...Yeaahh... I am.” Krigg admits, sheepish. “Can I, uh... know where I am right now? Just planetwise, not... any more specifically.”