Calepunzel Calepunzel Let Down Your Hair

[Constellation 'Random Dyslexic Reader' giggles]

[Constellation 'Random Dyslexic Reader' says that they would have just cooked the tomato]

[Incarnation 'Demonic Human' eyes their sponsor]

Don't, you'll burn the kitchen down

[Incarnation 'Demonic Human' finds you pitiable]

[Constellation 'Random Dyslexic Reader' sponsored 200 coins]

[Constellation 'Random Dyslexic Reader' is cackling at the scene of Incarnation 'Kim Dokja' being scared of the eldritch tomato]

[Constellation 'Random Dyslexic Reader' is taking photos]

[Constellation 'Random Dyslexic Reader' thinks this is hilarious]

(He just shakes his head, sighing in exasperation.)

Why don't you try being chased by an eldritch tomato??-

[Constellation 'Random Dyslexic Reader' is looking at Constellation 'Weaver Of Deceptive Fates']

[Constellation 'Random Dyslexic Reader' has never seen you before]

[Constellation 'Random Dyslexic Reader' is wondering who tf is you?]

[Constellation Bored Anarchist is waving hello to Constellation Foolish Lurker!]

[Constellation Bored Anarchist is grinning and insists that they will do as best as they can as a parent, and that it will be difficult, but worth the struggle if it means the egg can grow up happy and healthy!]

[Constellation Bored Anarchist is asking if Constellation Foolish Lurker is willing to be their coparent, if they are so obivously worried about the egg!]

[Constellation Bored Anarchist is looking at Constalation Observer of Lifetimes!]

[Constellation Bored Anarchist is looking at a particular eye with curiosity!]

Observer, how is it that your little eyes seem to have no mouths and yet still find the capacity to talk sh--

[Constellation Bored Anarchist is being dragged away!]

You constellations never stop fighting, do you..

Their so pretty (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)!!!

long hair origin story

++++extras

*the screen pops back behind cale*

[Constellation 'Random Dyslexic Reader' says that they're pretty sure they're alive]

[Constellation 'Random Dyslexic Reader' says that there are rumors among the higher beings that Constellation 'Lord Of Eternal Rest'(god of death) wants to adopt your brother what are your thoughts on that?]

Yeah no fuck that

why is your tumblr empty?? youre supposed to rb things, empty blogs dont look human

Oh.

[Constellation 'Random Dyslexic Reader' will try their best not to kill but wonders if maiming is allowed]

[Constellation 'Random Dyslexic Reader' is using a hand blender to blend all the ingredients in the pot together]

[Constellation Bored Anarchist is looking at you!]

[Constellation Bored Anarchist is asking if you would like to make a meal together!]

[Constellation 'Random Dyslexic Reader' is surprised!]

[Constellation 'Random Dyslexic Reader' is a bit nervous]

[Constellation 'Random Dyslexic Reader' accepted the invitation]

[Constellation 'Random Dyslexic Reader' deflated in sadness]

[but can you turn me into a dumpling tho? (◑ ◑)]

[Constellation 'Random Dyslexic Reader' greets you]

[I saw an anon get turned into a dumpling! can you turn me into a dumpling as well? I'll pay you! ₍ ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ ₎]

[also hi! (๑╹ヮ╹๑)ﾉ”]

...

I did not turn anon into a dumpling.

I sold anon the dumpling.

I wonder what's the white star's reaction to this?

Rok Soo's ability isn't Instant AU

Instead of being able to, very briefly and painfully, fuck with time; he got an ability based on all the absolute bullshit that's happened to him.

From the childhood, to his friends dying in front of him. All the shitty rumors that sprouted up, all the shit luck, all of it. Just, all of it.

So instead of Instant, he got Lament.

Lament is a scream capable of leveling buildings, at the cost of absolutely shredding Rok Soo's throat.

As a result of that power, Rok Soo doesn't talk often, and when he does his voice is hoarse and pained. He also refuses to speak at full volume, because while he's got a handle on his power, he's paranoid that he'll slip up.

So when he transfers over to the body of Cale, people notice.

The Young Master went to bed his usual talkative self, but when he woke up?

Barely a word, and when he did speak, a whisper.

Cale barely speaks a word to Ron beyond the single syllable required. Barely bothers to acknowledge Deruth. Relies on hand-speak and notes to talk to merchants.

Deruth is going crazy trying to figure out what the hell happened to his son, Ron is very close behind him because what the hell got past him? He's Ron Fucking Molan.

Then Cale comes home with a bedraggled punk that smells like the trash the killed Ron's family, and Ron has to listen in astonishment as he says more to this jackass than he's said to Ron in a week.

Basically; Cale's power of Lament is so strong and painful that everything Cale is paranoid of letting it slip, that he's selectively mute. This causes many misunderstandings, in true Cale fashion.

[Constellation 'Random Dyslexic Reader' pouts]

[yes they can! You can use them to upgrade your stats and then it'll be easier to dodge the duck attacks! <(｀^´)>]

[also do you want a gun? It might help with the ducks! (´･ω･`)▄︻▇▇〓▄︻┻┳═]

[you can cook lots of yummy dishes with duck meat! ✧ (◍˃̶ᗜ˂̶◍)✩]

[Constellation 'Random Dyslexic Reader' sponsored 200 coins]

[Constellation 'Random Dyslexic Reader' is cackling]

[Constellation 'Random Dyslexic Reader' wishes they can help you with the game but alas they too don't know how to play]

[Constellation 'Random Dyslexic Reader' sponsored 500 coins]

[Constellation 'Random Dyslexic Reader' says the coins are for emotional support!]

[Constellation 'Random Dyslexic Reader' wishes you good luck!]

Thank you for the coins, but I don't think they can help me with this-

I absolutely love this! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

The disciples of Qing Jing Peak weren’t stupid.

They were scholars in training, trained from the moment they had donned their peak’s colors to analyze the world around them. To see every flawless line in a painting. To find deeper meaning in every poem. To pick out each and every note flowing from a qin. They knew how to look, how to listen, how to see under the surface and find deeper meaning without letting their own preconceived notions distract them from what was truly there.

So it was really no wonder that they of all people were the only ones to realize their Shizun was different.

Oh on the outside he was largely unchanged. Still the same careful mask. Still the flowing robes and perfectly arranged hair. Still the ever present fans hiding all but his too sharp eyes.

But they knew how to look deeper.

They knew how to see.

Their new Shizun was a gentler soul than their old one.

It could be seen in the tightness around his eyes whenever one of them got hurt. It could be seen in fleeting smiles his fan wasn’t fast enough to cover when they did something he found amusing or adorable. It could be seen in the rarely granted head pats and gentle praise when one of them did well. His hands were always kind when they corrected sword forms or placements on the strings of a qin. His voice full of warmth as he lectured in front of their classes. His eyes danced with amusement when he teased them with such fondness that they never felt the sting of his words.

He was nothing like their old Shizun.

(And oh how some of them mourned their old teacher. How they pressed wet faces into pillows late in the night and wept silent tears for the man who still walked among them but was someone else entirely. Others spent those long dark nights battling relief and guilt in equal measures, feeling like they were betraying the man who had brought them in to their new home by being grateful they didn’t have to suffer his harshness any longer.

One boy played in a room of the bamboo house and vowed night after night that this new Shizun would have his loyalty at each and every turn.)

Changed as he was he was still theirs.

They had been there, after all, the day he had thrown himself in front of Luo Binghe and been poisoned with Without A Cure. They had been there when he caught one of the shimei’s crying because she missed her home and hugged her, cooing to her like a father to a beloved daughter. They had been there in a million other times when he had chosen them, so really it was only fair that they chose him in return.

Luo Binghe was glad to do most of the day to day care for their Shizun, cooking his meals and cleaning his home, but the rest of them were far from idle.

They trained harder, raising their cultivation levels at speeds unheard of to be strong enough to protect him. They weaved careful coverups and fed clever explanations to him whenever he seemed confused by something mundane. They returned his affection a hundredfold whenever they could get away with it, clinging to his sleeves and pressing against his sides like eager kittens vying for attention whenever he looked lonely.

They also kept a close eye on anyone who seemed too… interested in their beloved teacher, closing ranks and playing interference whether that person was an older disciple of another peak, a Peak Lord, or even the Sect Leader himself.

Their Shizun was not the man he once was, but this new man had chosen them from the very first day he had arrived on their peak. They, as devoted disciples, chose him back each and every day.