Yuu: If You're Happy And You Know It, Clap Your Hands!

i’ll share this one last tidbit because i’m scared to get hunted down by the government, but i trust tumblr anyway- but there already have been rumors of people getting redtagged in the philippines for being vocal about this elections

what’s redtagging? wikipedia describes it as “the malicious blacklisting of individuals or organizations critical or not fully supportive of the actions of a sitting government administration in the country.” redtagging is used to mark down names of activists or, honestly, anyone opposing the government’s beliefs for potential arrests, or in worst case scenarios, extrajudicial killings. 

this has been happening in the philippines for a long time, but it’s only recently reemerged during the reign of duterte. while i can’t compile all redtagging cases, here’s an example thread i made last year that highlighted some cases from april-may. it can give you the gist of how it works. and with the suppression of press freedom (google maria ressa, ceo of rappler, a filipino news site, who got arrested. she was eventually awarded the nobel peace prize for speaking out), there are many redtagging cases that are not spoken about. a friend from a certain university has talked to me about many of their classmates immediately being targeted. many filipinos are in danger

and i’m already hearing that the gov is trying to redtag more people who are just VOCAL about this elections. i was not even gonna post this because i was scared something’ll happen, but i think people deserve to know what’s going on before i stop posting about stuff completely.

freedom of speech is a privilege in the philippines. now that sara duterte, daughter of the current president, is going to head the department of education, it’s important to continue uplifting, supporting, and sharing news and posts by filipinos. bbm is a son of a dictator tyrant who murdered and tortured tens of thousands, and they will revise our history books despite years of fighting against them.

again, we are risking our lives trying to post about this, so if you see any post about the elections, it’s important to stay informed. it’s important to get mad at our government on our behalf because at some point, we won’t be able to. here’s some good posts i’ve found that summarize the elections/the marcos family’s wrongdoings pretty well (1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5). and if you have the audacity to go “why the hell are filipinos so stupid to vote for this man?” please read this.

and when marcos gets fully instated, i want you to cause a ruckus, a riot. we can’t let another marcos and duterte ruin our country once again.

It wrinkles my brain that Jupiter’s moon Europa has oceans that are sixty miles deep, while Earth’s oceans only reach seven miles deep at most. I’m willing to bet good money that there’s life in Europa’s oceans. Like five bucks. You hear me, NASA? I bet you five bucks that there’s life on Europa… Now that there’s money and reputation on the line, I bet they send a mission there real quick.

Unusual words with beautiful meanings

Peregrinate (verb) To travel or wander around from place to place.

Serendipity (noun) Finding something good without looking for it.

Nemophilist (noun) One who is fond of forest; A haunter of the woods.

Eudaimonia (noun) The contented happy state you feel when you travel.

Eleutheromania (noun) The intense desire for freedom.

Hireath (noun) A homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was.

Idyllic (adj.) Like an idyll; extremely happy, peaceful, or picturesque. 

Clinomania (noun) Excessive desire to stay in bed. 

Seatherny (noun) the serenity one feels when listening to the chirping birds.

Eunoia (noun) beautiful thinking a balanced mind.

Everyone is fearful but respectful of that quiet badass chosen one with unheard of talent, eventually defeating the dark lord. The hero doesn’t want to be a loner, however. He just doesn’t know how to speak Japanese.

*⠀⠀⠀⠀%# ⠀STAFF VS. SOMEONE WRITING SOMETHING INAPPROPRIATE ABOUT YOU ON THE BOARD !

ꏍ divus crewel, mozus trein, ashton vargas, sam, and crowley. ᨒ

( DIVUS CREWEL ) ⠀⠀he erases it and asks if you have any enemies. '–for no reason in particular.' when he does, because he will find out, he'll give them a talking and send them your best friend's way. whether that be riddle and his 'off with your head'!', leona with his scream shit, or even floyd with his 'i'll lock you in my basement like a psycho' shit. whoever he sends them to handles them well, getting the work off of his hands.

( MOZUS TREIN ) ⠀⠀gives everyone a talking. no one really knows what had happened just something happened and now everyone is getting scolded. everyone, excluding you for more obvious reasons, had to write standards for this. after school he talks to you and makes sure everything is alright, that you aren't getting bullied. if you are then he'll give you a pep talk, if you aren't he'll just remind you he and his cat are always here for you. so sweet.

( ASHTON VARGAS ) ⠀⠀sherlock holmes cosplay??/j he becomes a detective, in short. have you been acting differently in the past week? who has been in the locker rooms within the 5 hours of p.e? he brings mozus to help him track the handwriting, to which they succeed. he makes the kids run a lot more than the rest of you. if they can do the crime, they can run the time?

( SAM ) ⠀has rook go on a stalking spree, watching whoever he is suspicious of. he watches them in the store and when they grab something he increases the actual price. so imagine him following you around, changing the price tags of things you grab. if they get suspicious then he just says something about inflation and bores them with a business lecture.

( DIRE CROWLEY ) ⠀⠀ "oh? how inconvenient. let's just–" erase erase. "perfect!"

Hot take: we need more derpy naga content. Snakes can be goofy little noodles and I think the same could apply to nagas.

Human is wearing a wool sweater, naga feels the all the good warmth the fabric holds onto and simply must cuddle.

Desert naga just poking their face out of the sand to say hello.

Ball python naga coiling up into a tiny little ball with their head barely peaking out their body.

The possibilities!

Some twin you are 💀

Hi I have a request for an sagou Au

This will be a imposter Au but ok ok here's the twist the Devine that the find first is Your twin and now they think your pretend to them so the reader is trying to go to their twin with out being executed

-☕️

Divine Twin

Note: I didn’t follow your prompt perfectly, just because the train of thought I had diverted very quickly. Heh, sorry (>_<;)

CW: Swearing, reader gets hurt

Nothing makes sense right now.

There’s no ”creator” in the game.

The only other person that looks like you is your twin.

Who you haven’t seen in weeks!

That’s why you were digging through their stuff in the first place. You usually wouldn’t go looking through their stuff but this was an emergency situation.

Where did they go?!

And then suddenly you’re on the ground in the grass and not their bedroom. Your senses overwhelmed by your new surroundings.

The way you’re so enraptured and in awe of the water and cliffs and statue of Morax is quickly interrupted by what sounds like a whoosh and then burning. Someone has teleported behind you.

You’re yanked off the ground and hauled to your feet, the voice of your closest adeptus friend– (at least that’s what you liked to imagine)– speaking darkly.

“How dare you. You think you can deceive me? Your attempt to copy my creator’s face has only earned you my hatred.” He summons his mask and spear, “you will have no mercy from me.” He thrusts forward, and you flinch back.

“Wait!”

The tip barely pokes through your shirt.

“Who dares protect this disgusting imposter?”

“Great adepti,” the tengu general runs up to you two, “I am not trying to protect them. I simply have a suggestion that may please our creator more than a lifeless corpse.”

You’re tense in Xiao’s grasp. You consider struggling, but your limbs betray you. You don’t even dare to breathe.

“We are both making our way to Stormterror’s Lair to see our great creator, right? Why not take this imposter prisoner and see that they feel the full gravitus of their crimes? We should see that they suffer under their own guilt and disgust for copying our creator’s face.”

You’re mortified by her words. You don’t want to hear any more. You don’t think beyond that as you start running, yanking yourself out of Xiao’s grip and running down the small slope. You should have known that it would be futile. Against an adeptus or tengu alone, winning would be impossible. Your odds are only made worse when a thin blue string suddenly wraps around you and Yelan suddenly appears before your eyes.

“Oh no you don’t.”

“Hmph.” Xiao looks at you in scorn. If looks could kill you’d be dead three times over under the gaze of these beloved characters.

You’re not sure you want to meet this “creator.” If they’ve ordered all the main characters to execute people based on looks alone, you’d hate to see what they do themselves. Then again… if they look like you, they could be your twin. But your twin isn’t that cruel. They can be a massive idiot and way too resentful at times but not murderous.

Then again… it only makes sense that you get the shitty side of this fate and your sibling gets the wonderful role of playing god. You swear that’s how it always happens. You always get the short end of the stick.

You squirm in your bindings and wince when they automatically tighten around you, digging into your skin.

“Stop resisting,” Sara is stern as always, “we should take them to the creator. It only makes sense for them to give divine punishment to such deceitful beings.”

“No. We shouldn’t bother them with such lowly scum.”

“...what if the creator gives them mercy?”

The two generals turn towards the spy.

“We should take this one to the creator. That way they can let everyone know what their decision is. If we execute this person now, when the creator would have spared them, then we’ll be the monsters.”

“But–”

“Xiao. I know. I don’t want this bastard to get away with this either. It’s revolting that anyone would have the audacity to try and mimic our supreme god, but this is the best decision. If we are punished for wasting the creator’s time, I will take full responsibility. Now come on. I don’t want to wait to see them any longer.”

Yelan tugs on the line, and you start walking behind her, fearing what might happen if you don’t comply.

Xiao holds his tongue and follows. He could easily teleport and make his way to Stormterror’s Lair, the creator’s chosen home, easily. But he wants to keep an eye on you, even if looking at you makes him angry.

Sara walks alongside Yelan, they briefly exchange greetings and introductions before going silent. All three of you travel in silence until you make it to the intersection where you can see Dawn Winery down the way, where you run into some of the Knights of Favonius.

Amber looks shocked to you, and Lisa’s vision starts to glow. Kaeya doesn’t even pass a witty quip. He and Diluc share the same serious, angry expressions.

You really have attracted everyone’s ire.

You look away from them. You wish you could disappear. You just wanted to find your twin. Now you’re walking towards your own execution at the hands of those you imagined to be your friends.

You try to speak to them, try to say something in your defense, but Kaeya shuts you up with a simple threat.

“Open your mouth again, and I’ll freeze your tongue all the way down to your stomach.”

You look down at your feet. You want to cry.

The journey to Stormterror’s Lair is long. You’re not used to walking for so many hours. You trip and stumble a lot more as time goes on. Diluc scoffs at your lack of coordination. He probably believes you’re doing this on purpose, trying to slow them down to prevent your ultimate demise.

Things aren’t perfectly silent anymore thanks to Lisa, who casually talks to the others. You can’t help but feel at ease by their voices. You loved listening to their voice lines, sometimes their battle lines got tiring but hearing them talk as real people is oddly thrilling and makes you happy. It’s especially comforting to feel the tension ease after being put under the heat of their stares.

You trip and fully fall over as you reach the entrance to the ruins of the city. You struggle to get back up with your arms pinned behind. Diluc seems to have had enough with you as he hulas you up, but instead of setting you on your feet, he throws you over his shoulder.

“C’mon. We’ve been delayed long enough. We should cover ground faster this way.”

You assume the others nod, because you hear nothing before you feel a sudden lurch and then wind blowing past you as your carrier starts running.

They make their way into the city quickly. You feel dizzy as you’re jostled around.

They make their way into the central tower, and you’re dropped on the cobblestone.

You look up to see that the tower has changed greatly. It’s no longer in ruins. It looks like a real palace. Banners hang against the columns, a hanging chandelier, and a large circular rug at the center. Most important of all are the archons standing next to the giant dragon who is laying on the rug. D’valin almost looks like a house pet, curled up on the rug.

You marvel at the sight. Zhongli, Ei, Venti, Nahida, even the Tsaritsa. She’s even more beautiful than you imagined.

As you follow along the dragon’s body you realize that there’s someone tucked under his wing, reading a book. That someone… They look just like you.

So the acolytes weren’t lying. Their great and marvelous creator is practically an exact replica of you. Except they have slightly different cheekbones, and their nose isn’t the same shape. This is definitely your twin.

You cry out their name and are instantly hit with a blast of ice.

“Who dares speak the creator’s name?” Zhongli’s rich, deep voice echoes through the tower.

You can feel the hairs on your neck stand up as electricity crackles in the air, which becomes restless as the winds pick up.

“We bring an imposter before you—,” Sara begins.

“Why do you waste the time of our great creator with such scum?” Even though she’s insulting you, you can’t help but be enchanted by the Tsaritsa’s voice.

“That’s what I said,” Xiao mutters.

“I deeply apologize if I have made a mistake, but I felt the need to bring them before the creator to ensure that the correct decision was made. I have heard the many stories of the creator being merciful to their enemies. I have also heard the many recallings of their strength and power. I did not think it appropriate of me to make such a decision on their behalf. Once I know their decree, I will never bother them with such a trivial matter again.”

You can’t help but feel amused and annoyed by all of this formality and praisal towards your twin. They certainly don’t deserve to be treated like a god when the last interaction you had with them was them bullying you about how you built your team and characters. You want to tell these poor people about all the times your sibling was a massive asshole to you. Tell them that they might as well be buying snake oil from them if they truly believe them to be their creator. Neither of you had anything to do with the creation of Genshin. They’ve got the wrong people.

Then again… if you mentioned that, you both might be executed.

You sigh, forgetting you’re being heavily scrutinized and thus are kicked in the stomach.

“How dare you act disappointed in the midst of our highest god.” It seems Xiao is finally getting his chance to take his anger out on you.

Why? Why aren’t they doing anything? Why aren’t they saying anything? Don’t they care that you’re being beaten up by these people?

You’re hauled by your biceps only to be dropped once again, but this time only a few feet from the archons.

The bindings dissipate.

You force yourself onto your hands and knees. You look up and see them all looking down on you. A deep, soul shaking shudder goes through you. Your twin looks distressed, but they say nothing.

Then…

I’m sorry

They mouth.

The Raider Shogun’s cold voice reaches your ears, “Let it be known that all imposters will be executed on sight.”

Vines climb up through the cobble and wrap around your arms and legs. You’re stuck in the position on your hands and knees. The stone quakes beneath you, and the temperature in the room drops. You feel the air start being sucked out of your lungs, the water in your body is painfully forced out of your pores, and your insides heat up. You aren’t even conscious by the time the Musou No Hitotachi comes down on you, ensuring that you don’t awaken from the darkness.

A tear rolls down your twin’s cheek. They can’t bear to watch you be executed.

Again.

But it’s the greatest mercy they can grant you.

At least you get to wake up.

At least you get to go back home.

Unlike them.

They’re trapped in this game.

Chained to a throne.

You always come back.

But they’re determined to make sure you don’t get trapped like them.

They hope one day they’ll be able to make it back out to you.

They at least want to share one more birthday with you.

One happy memory to help them endure every time they have to watch you be murdered by their…

friends.

Bet

Writing idea #2

Warnings: I don't mention it in the text but it's supposed to be smut so 18+

a/n: yayy here's my next writing idea! Even though it doesn't say it, I think it's just a great idea for a super smutty story. In case someone wants to write it, please let me know so I can read and share it and support you ♡♡♡

Werewolf

Imagine you live in a small French village around 1800, everyone has to work extremely hard to get enough food and the times aren't the best in general. And if this wouldn't be enough a werewolf appeared some months ago, every full moon he haunts your village, trying to get the people who live there.

Everyone is in panic, no one knows who the monster might be and since the people are just simple farmers no one has the money or the contacts to buy silver bullets.

But one thing is sure, since no one new came to your village and the other villages are too far away, the werewolf must be one of the residents.

So the only thing you can do is trying to soothe the monster, so the mayor gathers all the people on the marketplace, knowing the werewolf must be there too, promising that he is willing to give him whatever he wants so that peace will come back to the village.

And on the next day, there is actually a note left at the mayors house, it says he will stop tyrannizing the people if he can have one night, the next full moon night, with a special person. You.

Nicknames: when you shorten someone’s name affectionately

Nicholasnames: when you elongate someone’s name affectionately