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fridaywormteeth · 1 year
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plot bunny Modern AU where jin ling invites the juniors home and they’re all scared to meet his terrifying uncle. Surprisingly, said uncle also has people over
“I’m friends with jiang cheng”
“impossible, jiujiu doesn’t have friends”
turns out it’s nhs, jiujiu’s old friend from school, and wwx, (one of) jin ling’s estranged uncle(s). And basically they both see how nervous the other juniors are and are just like “??? It’s just Jiang cheng??” So to lighten the mood they start to tell increasingly ridiculous and embarrassing (and true) stories about what they and Jiang cheng used to get up to in school. Story by story Jiang cheng’s scary image starts to crack and eventually just falls of completely when he starts to retaliate by telling of how embarrassing wwx and lwj used to be about each other and how “obvious” it was that they both liked each other and still do. At this point wwx has an epiphany and panics to find some portable speakers so that he can go recreate the Say Anything boombox scene with wuji.mp3. Ozz and jingyi get really into the “go to him”-mood.
more stories are told and somehow it ends with sangcheng, lingyi, and wangxian happening + they’re now Officially Jiujiu Approved friends and everyone’s happy. The juniors are welcome over anytime they like and everyone’s gained new friends by the end of the evening
anyways the fic would be called (Tales of) Jiujiu’s Bizarre Adventures
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pharlapwizz · 2 years
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lingi-15 · 26 days
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brutalistemple · 2 years
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Life is a song, a song; and the raging fires of hell burn long 🎼🎶😌
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majimassqueaktoy · 11 months
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If they put Nishitani in a blue shirt we could have had a walking bisexual flag, well he Is a walking bisexual flag but like. Even more.
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twinsfawn · 1 month
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Hey, did Lingua Ignota EVER make a song where she covered I Put A Spell On You by Screamin Jay Hawkins/use lyrics from that song in her own work or did I just fucking imagine that?? Because I swear that until now I had like a clear memory of it and how it sounded and I just tried looking for it and there is nothing. It could be that I genuinely just dreamt it or imagined it really intensely but I swear on my life I have heard it and seen it and if anyone knows if I'm being insane or not about Lingy-related stuff it's you LOL
it’s at the end of this performance!!
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viksalos · 1 year
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𝕸𝖞 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖘𝖙𝖚𝖓𝖌 𝖇𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌
𝖂𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 🩸
𝕸𝖞 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖑 𝖍𝖆𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝖇𝖊𝖉𝖊𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖏𝖊𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖘
𝕸𝖞 𝖇𝖗𝖔𝖐𝖊𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖙𝖔𝖔 𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖉
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beastofwant · 3 months
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if johngleton ever toured again and played Your Temporary Custodian I think I'd seriously cry. that song is spiritual to me
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sewercentipede · 5 months
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not at all surprised but sad to say this broke my 3-year streak of being in the top 0.05% of lingua ignota listeners ☹️💔
is it fucking normal though to always be in the “top 0.05% of listeners worldwide” for ur #1 listened to artist or is spotify just making that shit up because it has happened again to me this year with nine inch nails
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lingysims · 1 year
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lingy’s first date with ty westbrook.
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reminded · 10 months
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tonreihe · 7 months
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Alphonso Lingis, performer.
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kariachi · 1 year
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Some fic! Inspired by a conversation nix and I had last night. Accidental baby swap, a fun trope even before you add interspecies drama into it.
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“So,” Jahra said as they walked into the crafthouse, passing by the pot and bowl makers with polite chirps before settling next to their spouse, the pair exchanging nudges under their jaws, “according to the necromancers Lingi is far too dry, we need to get them moist.”
“Of course they are,” Kyrii sighed, moving a few kittens to off Jahra onto themself. “We should’ve guessed. It’s already dry around here.”
“Swear I’ve heard the Osmosians complain about it,” Tyrye called from the other side of the room.
“Good food, nice enough people,” Ruafi added, “but it’s impossible to work in this weather.” The rest of the crafters trilled their agreement, as if they weren’t managing just fine.
“There’s Lenopan on the planet, they know about humidity,” Kyrii said. “The Tennysons have a few in their line, we could ask Pierce or the Councilmember go to them for information?”
“Sounds good to me, I certainly don’t know how to handle this myself,” Jahra said, scratching gently at the little naga wrapped around their tail, a thick flake of skin falling away under their nail. “Kuey suggested getting them a large dish of water, just until we can get something else worked out.” Immediately the crafthouse burst into sound, every adult automatically going into the typical ‘of course my work is the best, no, don’t even look at theirs, awful stuff, what did you just say about my work’ spiel. Jahra snickered at the familiar behavior as Kyrii shouted against the tide.
“I can make my own kittens’ pottery, thank you-!”
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“We may have solved the problem!” Kamini started as her preferred mate barged in, automatically drawing herself up as large as possible. Like a switch flipping he backed away, making himself small and flashing his belly. He stayed like this until she had settled back into a neutral position, tail relaxing from where it had coiled around her latest clutch. “I spoke to Sandip, like I said.”
“And what did he have to say,” she asked, accepting the furry little bundle he passed her way and replacing her with the rest of the clutch, where she was quickly half-absorbed into the mass of scales.
“He showed me how to tell a creature’s diet by its teeth,” Ankit said, cautiously coming to join her. “Judging by them, Mridula is probably eating too much meat? We need to get more fruit and green things in her.” With a relieved sigh, Kamini stroked a finger down the hatchling’s little head, gut tightening at fur far duller and rougher than it had been when she’d first found them.
“Is that what it is, tiny one,” she crooned softly, “you just need more plants?” There was no answer, just big green-gold eyes blinking up at her from the gold and amber of her clutchmates. Still, the direction was enough to bring peace to her heart.
“Dear one?” Ankit relaxed truly now, with her calm and happy and unlikely to eat him. “Do you want me to go to the market for you?”
“Yes,” she said, leaning a bit of her weight against him as pleased acknowledgement and thanks. “Grab as much of everything you can reasonably afford. Surely from there we can find out what she needs.”
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lingi-15 · 5 months
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I guess someone might already draw this before,but still want to try it anyway 🤣
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aleprouswitch · 1 year
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I've heard both Diamanda Galas and Lingua Ignota perform "O Death" live, and I can't decide whose version I like better.
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eelhound · 8 months
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"The caress consists in seizing upon nothing, in soliciting what ceaselessly escapes its form toward a future never future enough, in soliciting what slips away as though it were not yet. It searches, it forages. It is not an intentionality of disclosure but of search: a movement unto the invisible."
- Emmanuel Levinas, from Totality and Infinity: An Essay on Exteriority, trans. Alphonso Lingis, 1969.
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