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So recently I got into House of The Dragon and I found out about this software and I'm absolutely loving it!

Above is the proposed Family Tree if the Hightower were rather mellow in the series and didn't try to steal Rhaenyra's Throne if their descendants survived. I did up to the Blackfyre because I got a little carried away.

Aegon III would have married Jaehara and then Daenara. There are only girls with Jaehara who then end up marrying into the Hightower Family: Lyonel Hightower and Samantha Tarly. So the line would have followed Daenara's descendants.

I gave Aemond and Daeron wives bc why not. Lannister and Baratheon, of course.

Baela and Rhaena remained with Jace and Luke but I stopped theiir Lines there...just because I forgot.

I made clear that House Baratheon was related to House Targaryen and then made House Hightower related soon after.

Everything comes full circle!

I think I'll do a tree if Maegor's line existed next.

I'll take some suggestions!

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So I just encountered an interesting glitch in the Pokémon Violet game. Switching around my Pokémon I got a female Sprigatito

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they're making the sims 4 base game free to play for everyone forever next month

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Excerpt of original work

Speak No Evil: Chapter 1

Demetri-17

It was a hot sticky summer day, almost noon, and Mamma had everything decked out for Ziggy’s special day. Balloons overinflated with helium, the largest bounce house you could possibly rent, a caramel pony with a moderately attractive trainer, a face painting station, and a buffet table with a chocolate fountain at the end. The chocolate fountain might have been more for Mamma and Celeste than for Ziggy, but who cared? Nothing said over the top party for the youngest child than anything and everything that would have been available from the party packages. He was turning seven and although we didn't know many families with children around that age that didn't stop Dad from inviting the families that we did know that had offspring under the age of eighteen who wouldn't have minded coming to a party where there was gourmet food and free entertainment albeit it may have been a quality clown or a magician with a bunny. Mamma had a couple of the housekeepers set up the tables outside under the canopies with plates and utensils. They guided guests where to go to get refreshments. Anyone underage got lemonade or punch and those of age got Carlita’s homemade wine. She was our oldest housekeeper and had long retired, but was taken care of by our family with a little apartment and her own personal driver in the city.

I’d never seen Mamma so happy than whenever Ziggy was happy. He was an oopsie baby but still a baby all the same. I guess you’d never love someone the way you love your baby. It was the kind of happiness that made you sick and had you questioning “Why are you so happy? Stop it”.

The little fucker was sitting with Nonna and he was feeding her strawberries. She was a pale, sturdy old woman who loved us all to bits and I remember doing the same with her but with cheerios. Ziggy then scampered off to play with a red-headed little girl probably around the same age. She wore a sky blue dress with butterflies of every color on it. I think she was the daughter of a senator? Adam Blackwood. He was tall with dark hair and blue eyes and was married to a gorgeous ginger with flawless skin despite her little soulless child having freckles peppered all over her face. They were really close to my dad, like really close, as one head honcho would be to another. Whatever the other needed they somehow provided.

Ziggy and the little girl petted the pony then ran to the bounce house where her dress flipped like an upside-down umbrella every time she descended. She had white stockings with filthy feet. When they were satisfied, they grabbed some snacks from the table and ran off into the garden where they supposedly stayed.

Ever since I was young, I wanted to think we were good, that we were good people because I saw how loving of a family and social circle we were. As I got older, I saw that a lot of this was a front. Be good when people are watching. Smile and be kind to those who are of use. Love only your immediate family. Be cold because feelings make you weak. Hurt those who hurt those you love.

Nonna was an old woman and she would not have been able to keep up with Ziggy. He was a fast and energetic child. When he and the little ginger ran to the garden she tried to follow because she wanted to spend as much time with them as possible but a double hip replacement had not been kind to her. She hobbled as the children left her and she stayed at the entrance of the floral tunnel. It was a tiny maze that Nonno had made for her when she was young. Because she said she loved flowers, he gave her all of them in a beautiful array. Nonna called it her own Babylon and dad added more flowers for every milestone she hit. Hydrangeas for her fiftieth. Camellias for her sixtieth. Lilies for her heart attack survival. Anemones for her hip replacement.

I can't imagine what went through her mind when she heard the squeaky scream of a child. She still feels guilty even though no one blames her. It took dad a while before he could even be in the same room as her again. Considering there had not been many small children here at this party that meant that the ear-splitting scream was something worth halting the music for. The shrieking, crying, dirty child ran into Nonna nearly knocking her over. The child that clung to Nonna had the same dirty overalls as my baby brother, but his jet black hair pale complexion had been changed to a tannish freckles child with blazing hair. Nonna paled when she didn't see her grandson.

The little girl cried and pointed to the garden and screamed of a masked man. I had never run so fast into that garden that I had no care for until now and many of the men in that party had done the same. We weaved around each shrubbed corner and flower-laden pot until we found our iron wrought fence missing three bars and one of Ziggy’s shoes lying in the grass.

It was the most grueling twelve hours of our lives. Nonna almost had a heart attack and one of the guests being a doctor calmed her down and convinced her that she wasn't having a heart attack. She then silently cried in a corner away from her son’s potential wrath. Mamma had… Mamma hyperventilated, had a panic attack, and fainted. Celeste caught her before she fell.

I wasn't stupid. When these men in all black came in on the guise of being the police, I stood silently by the door as my dad discussed who he was and who his guests were. There were hmms and haws and agreements to keep this quiet from rival families. Do we have any enemies? Plenty. Had we seen anything suspicious earlier today? No. Our house is fortified with cameras everywhere. They checked the cameras. Nothing made a father’s blood boil more than watching the masked men steal your child, but not moments before where they saw the iron columns of the gate come off with simple pulls meaning it had been premeditated and possibly done when the music was at its loudest and the guests at their most drunk. I watched the footage from the hall and about ten minutes before the bars were pulled I saw Ziggy and the little girl on camera. They played with some of the flowers then began to undress. It felt like so many things began to make sense and when Ziggy took off his overalls and handed them to the little ginger and put on her blue butterfly dress.

Children at his age look androgynous and with one quick glance, you could only assume which was which based on dress. When the iron bars came down, a man in a skull mask was mere feet behind them, and when he was spotted he snatched Ziggy by the dress when the two children tried to run. They held onto each other but this grown man had shoved the little girl so hard she flew back and landed on her back into the ground where she then screamed and they took Ziggy the same way they had come in.

That led to recent events. The car was easily identifiable by the license plate. Dad ordered these men to find the car. One man swiftly took down the license plate on a post-it while the others wrote the digits on their wrists. Tall men all in black then left the room. Only my father remained, his head down, fists pressed down onto the desk. His heavy breathing sounded like that of a wounded animal. He was never like this. My father was always a very stoic man with a small smile. As he wallowed, I could see the men that had left the home. They congregated for a bit at the front door then they each got into their respective cars. One had gone up the street and the other went down despite it being a one-way street. It felt like hours as the day began to fade into a beautiful twilight.

I could hear my mother howling and a small child crying. That little girl's family was still here. Of course, my father wouldn't let them leave until this was solved. Who was to say they wouldn't come back and back more children?

Our panic seemed short-lived as there came the screeching of tires and I blindly hoped it was my dad’s men. Without checking and ignoring the panicked scream from my father, I ran down the hall to our front door then past the garden. The car wasn't stopped but was rolling down our street. it passed our house rather and there was only one tail light left.

The passenger door flew open, nearly snapping off the car and a man dressed in all black with the same masks as in the cameras hung halfway out of the car. I was young but certainly not stupid and I didn’t know what confronting people would have meant but my legs were having none of it and they launched themselves towards the moving vehicle. They didn't speed up and certainly did not slow down. I braced myself on the car door and the collar of the one halfway out of the car. As I held him I unleashed a fury of punches and scratches and messy fists upon his face. The mask was a thin rubber and many of the blows landed.

They began to panic and tried blocking their faces. The driver tried speeding up and stopping to get me away from the car. In the middle of the blows the door behind the passenger seat had also flung open, whacking me in my side breaking my momentum and I braced myself for another body to come out and try to fight me as I pummeled their friend.

There was no other friend to come to fight me, but instead a struggling breath that lifted a heavy sports-looking bag that was hastily thrown to the road. It landed with a soft thud against the street. My eyes followed the bag as it landed and formed an oblong shape giving the people I was beating ample time to hurriedly kick me in my chest as I sucked in a breath. Landing on my back made my head spin and the pain in my spine amplified when I rolled onto my side. I stared at the sleek black gym bag. Confusion. Fear. There was an ache in my chest I couldn’t quite explain. The vehicle peeled away, nearly hitting another at the oncoming intersection.

Only when the lights disappeared into the dark and my father and his men ran outside to yell and scold me did I come back to reality. Hands grabbed ahold of me and yanked me to my feet. My father, red-faced and silently fuming, glared at me and grabbed my face between his thumb and index finger, something he did to me whenever I misbehaved, which unsurprisingly was not often.

“Don’t ever do that again,” he seethed as he pinched my cheeks then flicked them away.

Then, with an open palm, he slapped me. Not very hard, but enough that I didn’t want him to hit me again. With that, the arms on my biceps loosened and I fell to the ground holding my tender cheek.

My dad began to scream. Yell angrily at the top of his lungs. At the night air, his men, the duffle bag, he almost kicked it. He was the angriest I have ever seen him and I’ve seen him angry. He was the angriest he has ever been when one of his closest friends had liquidated one of his stores, taking all the cash and products with him. The shelves were left empty, the cash registers were torn open, and the safe was in shreds. We never saw him again. He lost his voice shouting into an empty store. He was later diagnosed with hypertension.

As my father continued his meltdown, I crept onto my hands and knees as I witnessed the bag breathe. There was an uncomfortable, unnerving silence. My hands trembled as I fought with the zipper. My father said nothing, but I knew he wanted to scream at me to hurry up. Pinching the top corner of the bag I ripped the zipper open.

He was tiny. I always knew he was tiny. I was afraid when mom had me hold him when he was born, he was so light and fragile. His skin was so white and I feared any blemish would bloom on his skin if I held him wrong in any way. I love him. I love him more than anything because he is our baby.

Seeing him bound. Pale skin taut and bruised. Fingers bloodied. Clothes gone. His breathing was ragged. They tightened a zip tie around his throat. My calloused fingers barely fit into the gap between his skin and the zip tie. When it snapped off, he began to sob. No words. Just incoherently babbling.

When the bindings were removed I pulled him into my lap. He wet himself in my lap and cried louder. One of my dad’s men used his jacket to cover him. I wrapped him up and held him close.

From finding him, to bringing him home, to calling the police, the real police, to getting an ambulance and taking him to the hospital, getting him checked then making a little recovery room for him. With help from Nonna and Celeste, Momma set up the room with his sheets and toys, many of which were freshly gifted from his birthday. He touched none of them.

Momma cried as he screamed when the doctor examined him and listed his injuries. I found myself not reacting to what they had done to him those few hours. It wasn't that long. How were they able to do such damage. I wanted to cry but Momma and Celeste did that for me. Dad just grimaced. Momma dressed him in a pediatric hospital gown provided by the attending doctor. It was a baby blue with green turtles all over it.

The young male doctor that was appointed to him soon had to be switched with an older female one, who in my opinion was much more qualified anyway, when Ziggy had proceeded to draw blood from the young man when he went up his shirt to try to listen to his heart. The woman made Ziggy calmer, while with the man he screamed and clung to our mother. I’d never seen such ferocity when he sunk his baby teeth into that man’s forearm, but he calmed when the woman petted him in Momma’s lap and cooed at him.

Sprained wrists from trying to get to free from his restraints, broken toe, mild concussion, skinned knees, skinned elbows, bruised trachea, fractured orbital bone, a deep laceration going from his inner thigh down to behind his knee, and bruising in a very delicate area. I wanted to cry but Dad would have surely slapped me harder than before if I did. It was difficult to get Ziggy examined but, when little splotches appeared in the gown Momma urged for the doctor to check and she did.

From that day forward, he was only ever with Momma or Celeste. He would run from me or Dad. It broke my heart but I didn't let it show. Dad tried to ignore it but it hurt him too. He didn't hang around the house as much anymore. Ziggy never wanted to leave the house either. He screamed and cried until he was sick, but when he was left in the house to his own devices, he was silent especially when he was with his chosen woman. He was never like that. He was always so quiet before but he was all smiles. This quiet was different. It was like walking on eggshells. The guards around the house scared him but that just made him glue himself to the women in the house even more. He stopped talking, maybe there was a hum or whine. He slept curled up like a ball in his bed with the night light on with Momma soothing his hair until he fell asleep. He was homeschooled until he was twelve. Dad got tutors and therapists but he wasn't going to be talking anytime soon. They recommend teaching him sign language. Dad didn’t want that because he didn’t want to learn but Momma was willing to do anything to get her baby to talk to her, communicate in any way or form to her.

Dad gave him a mini whiteboard to write on when he was about ten. It was the best thing to happen to him. Celeste and I learned sign language. It was tedious but not that bad. When he went back to school when he was twelve Dad put him in a private school that cost a pretty penny where they dealt with both talking and signing children

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First poetry assignment this semester. What do you think? https://www.instagram.com/p/CUNoazBJz7NAa6hDmkDrUD13P45ru0AMfSobts0/?utm_medium=tumblr

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Sims 4 page on Steam. Not to be controversial but I think the CEO of EA should be beheaded for this

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Shapeshifter Character Help

Ok so I’m trying to desgin a charcter who is a shapeshifter, and they have red hair. I want the fact that their hair is very red to be identifable when they are in animal form. What kind of animal would be the best option for a redhead?

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Trainer code: 3805 6624 6295

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I posted chapter 3 and I am very proud of myself

https://www.wattpad.com/1065967384?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_reading&wp_page=reading_part_end&wp_uname=kgirl0822&wp_originator=K3Mm7rxgkPz9mUUyO%2FPUWsNccS%2BOKMgoIzQXmnlnDtIo20yr0xknDlR4XOv4NUQ4Gw4AcbBQVWjbauAiprLMhX5pghccbV8SiBMkyxh5g3W13kQjs%2Bz%2FtYODnpIBTdTM

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Superhero Story Help ToT

Ok so I was thinking of writing a superhero kind of story but I dont know exactly what I want in it other than the fact that it may focus on the children who have powers versus the parent. I was kind of thinking that it would be the father who has the powers but he has power because he’s an alien (Like superman i guess?). 

I think the aspect I want is that his planet was dying and his mission was to find another planet where his people could breed with, you know, the population. That they would be compatible to a degree that  would gaurantee the children will have powers like the dad. I leaned more towards the man landing somewhere rural in the late 80s or early 90s and ending up near a mormon compound beucase polygamy was not frowned upon. He’ll take advantage og having multiple wives to have many children who he would then plan to take back with him to his planet.

Despite wanting to originally do this he changes his mind half way thorugh the births of many of his children and decided to stay on Earth and completely abandon his home planet. He’s happy on earth with his large family. But of course, his original mission was to take back the children. When his children get older, the oldest, (a boy maybe?) finds out he can fly and of course this is what exposes the father to his wives and other children and of course the other aliens like him who are Earth. His wives are furious and upset thinking theyve procreated with a monster but they soon come around. 

The main issue would be his fellow comrades(aliens?) who want to force him to take his children back to their planet to build their population up again. I think that would be the main conflict.

So thats mainly it. T..T

I want all of his children to have powers but many of them would still be little so it would focus mainly on the older children and the conflict that arises with the crazy aliens from another planet.  

Haha this is alot. I dont know if this is exactly how i want it to go but this is what I’m thinking of so far. If anyone is willing to give feedback I’m open to it, thanks!

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I posted chapter 1 :)

I had published the prologue a little while ago and I thought I’d post chapter 1 since it was ready. 

https://www.wattpad.com/1037607638-a-dynasty-of-gold-and-ivory-one-orion-of-house

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Not my first work but one I’m proud of

I found one if my older works and I thought I’d give it a shot again. I’d like some feedback if anyone is willing. 

https://www.wattpad.com/story/260901353-a-dynasty-of-gold-and-ivory 

When the white queen cannot account the whereabouts of the father of her children, she is placed under suspicion of his mysterious disappearance. Leaving her children potentially fatherless, they can no longer ascend the throne. Without proof of paternity it leaves her children without birthright to ascend the throne despite her being their mother and the main line. Families and households from far and wide come to her defense but under strict law there is no right for ascension without paternity. Denying paternity for her children brings forth a war of supporters of the queen and anarchists who wish to usurp the throne that had been ruled by her family, the Whittakers, for generations.

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planning your stupid shit-ass fucking novel:

you can know the ending or the beginning but if you know both then you will never ever sort the middle out

why do i need more characters can’t this plot resolve itself without me introducing more characters

i am going to kill literally everyone in this chapter here and then i can just ride the trauma wave through to the next act

there isn’t room for the romantic subplot

there isn’t room for this subplot either

this was meant to be a minor point why is it taking over the entire second act

[research this] *never researches it*

stop obsessing about your framing device and sort out the plot holes

stop obsessing about the likely reaction of tumblr to individual characters and sort out the plot holes

fine just fucking live in a plot hole you piece of shit

is this the same team dynamic as the last four books

yes

it’s my fucking novel i’ll write what i want

oh god what if no one likes it

stop writing imaginary reviews from people who hate you and sort out the plot holes

right i’ve sorted out the middle but now the ending doesn’t work

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Taehyung vs. Alcohol 

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Crazy theory.

After looking the two final panels for the whole day, the escene that I really get into was the last panels of MGS's dream.

I google for some information and She Li's last phrase was really interesting. Pound of flesh is supposed to mean demanding a big cruel price for debt. I talked about She Li before, but I didn't get really into his romantic/ sexual relationships with others. I don't really think he is planned as a potencial romantic interest for anyone, not even a supposed one side love (obsession), he doesn't seems to be someone who would actively care about those things normally, but I can totally see him doing so if he knows that those actions would make a lot damage to his victims.

Based in his body language: the way he took MGS down to the floor, the way he held his neck and most importantly, the way he rather came close to MGS's ear to say his sentence in a way that seems to be intended to be unheard for the guys behind them. What if he actually request MGS for "those things", at least at some point? It's true that She Li doesn't really seem to has been in that kind of thing with MGS, but now that I think about it, almost all of She Li's harassment intents seems to have this kind of essence, since the shirt incident with JY, when he pierced MGS's ears, how he corned MGS in the subway station, to MGS's recent nightmare (memory). But what I find interesting is the fact that He seems to actively humillate MGS in a way in which he can reduce his masculinity (at least what is socially acceptable as it) in front of others.

Putting emphasis in the pierced ears, is well-known that in many places this practice is associated with gay males or at least is most accepted as a femenine feature, worst is they use jewelry. People with social disorders are said to be masters in finding people's weaknesses and exploding them the best they can. In my opinion, I think that She Li may has been one of the first persons to realize MGS's orientation (maybe even before MGS himself) and also his fear because about it. Of course taking advantage of his father situation and MGS's reputation is the stronger one.

The fact Mo seemed to believe that She Li could really help with his father's situation could prove this. It'd just have to be one time for She Li to use is a threat the rest of his life, but maybe was a price that MGS was willing to pay if it could help his family, as when he accepted getting dropped from school.

I saw many good points in 19 days posts, and what really caught my attention was one of @call-me-ala 's post ( I really love your posts ❤️) about how the comic represents these coming out relationships in a realistic way, taking as an example Tianshan' s kiss. I totally agree about it, the way HT did was indeed traumatic, but if you add extra past harrasment, not totally into it, at leat hints of it, I could be way more traumatic and what would be the worst for an average male teenager who rely on his fierce appearance and ruth behaviour to face the world? ... Going even crazier with midnight theories, could explain why MGS used to rely so much in She Li, even if he truly was afraid of him (the fact he actually appeared in front of his door right after it), as a really twisted and sad secure place from others, as he can finally do with HT.

The fact that the Tianshan's full of light escene happened after MGS's nightmare can mean that MGS has finally started getting free from these fears, he has realized how much HT matters to him, even if he can't show it in public, he knows he can feel truly safe to be the way he is with someone, and Finally overcome She Li's control.

Extra thoughts: Our red head boy is truly in love with HT, hahaha hahaha, and the escene is so cute ❤️❤️❤️🙈

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He Tian in chapter 317

I think this is the first time we’ve ever seen He Tian’s real smile. And damn is it beautiful. Earlier in the chapter we see him surrounded by people, as per usual. He’s complacent, non problematic, and congenial, when around others. He commits to this perfect persona for a number of reasons. Here are the few we can confirm:

His trust issues- Throughout the story we see He Tian open up about his trust issues stemming from a combination of his mothers death, his brothers betrayal, and whatever happened between him and his father. He Tian’s persona acts as a shield, if everyone around him views him as perfect nobody will leave him. 

Convenience- We see He Tian use his popularity to get the main group out of trouble multiple times, whether it be cleaning the gym, or getting away with being late. 

In any case He Tian doesn’t actually consider any of the people who hang around him friends, we can safely assume only Jian Yi, Zhan Xi, and Mo are considered friends, as they are the only ones he feels comfortable enough to show his weaknesses too, think back to the landslide episode, even if it was fake he allowed himself to seem vulnerable to the boys. However, Mo is the only person he has ever shown that genuine smile too.

As well as the only person he has ever shown his genuine weakness too, think back to the basketball leg cramp scene, He Tian’s nightmare scene, and the stairway scene when he asks Mo to not leave him. In the same way Mo is the only person He’s ever showed his weakness too He Tian is the only person Mo has ever opened up to. 

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Body language in the most recent chapter

It’s well established that He Tian and She Li are foils for each other, this chapters just goes on to solidify that fact further. The blatant emphasis on colors in this chapter (specifically black and white) as seen in She Li’s black hoodie in Mo’s dream / memory in contrast to He Tian’s white school shirt.

To the backgrounds we see the two existing in, She Li’s a dark and secluded back alley and He tian In a bright open school courtyard. The two could not be any more opposite and this is especially true in the ways they touch Mo.

In the beginning of He and Mo’s relationship we see two interacting very similarly to how She Li touches Mo, very controlling movements. Such as their first “kiss” scene. 

In today’s chapter we see She Li grab Mo’s head and neck two very vulnerable and might I add intimate spots. She Li pins Mo to the ground, both literally placing him between a rock and a hard place, and metaphorically by using Mo’s fathers situation against him. In both instances we see He Tian and She Li try to trap Guanshan for their own personal enjoyment.

In both of these relationships (the beginning of Tian and Mo’s and where Mo is at right now with She Li) contain similarly controlling elements. Both restrict Mo’s head movements, treating him not as a person but almost as a doll, or a toy to be played with; HOWEVER, this chapter highlights He Tian’s personal development and growth with Mo.   

This chapter we see something different He Tian is holding Mo’s head yes, but not in a controlling way Mo has the ability to get out of Tian’s grasp, He has the freedom to move forward or backward, which is symbolic of their relationship as it hinges upon Mo’s decisions to accept or deny He Tian. This is in stark contrast to She Li’s movements, pinning Mo to the ground never allowing him to decide what he wants for himself, Mo is effectively trapped both in that physically and metaphorically. Relationships are all about give and take this is especially true in 19 days. With She Li Mo is constantly asked to give give give, whether it be his body in todays chapter or his freedom and innocence in previous chapters, She Li never offers to give up anything that he first hasn’t made 100% sure he cant use. Where as we see He Tian separate from his ”friends” to go and look after Mo just because he thought that he could have been looking for him. Time and Time again we see He Tian sacrificing his time (todays update) money (the picnic update) and body (all the fight updates pretty much) for Mo. And I at least think this update was a breakthrough for Mo, he my finally come to terms with his feelings towards He Tian. 

Thanks for reading!!!!