#and then the stresses of it being a job and having little relief has potential to make it worse

[starrycat123-blog]

Hi sorry to be typing here but I ran out of tags. Apparently you can only do 30? I guess they don't want us typing in the tags anymore. I promise I won't be much longer.

So like. I've argued myself around both creativity and depression as the causes in my tags. I don't feel like either fully work. I want to say here that I don't feel like correlation's fully it either. Like there's some elements and some situations where it might be, but in my arguments in the tags there's also some stuff at play where creativity and depression can be argued to cause each other. Situations where they might have a more causal relationship. And situations like mine where there's no correlation or causation happening. I do creative stuff for fun, and it makes me happy. No depression involved. The opposite of depression, really.

Anyway great question! It really made me think, so I see why you asked. I guess my conclusion is secret 4th thing:

All of the above! Creatives have a connection to depression for a million different possible reasons.

Thanks for asking, and thanks for listening if you got this far!

[everythingmp3]

closest to heaven ✩

Tess Servopoulos x fem!reader

she has a hell of day but luckily you always know just how to take care of her when she comes home late at night.

authors note: this is a shorter thing (around 3k) bc I felt like trying that out for her! so this is nothing too elaborate, just based on the idea of being her younger gf and being sweet with her <3 it’s set in the world of the show but it doesnt matter that much, could be in any context

warnings: smut (both receiving, but a bit more focused on her), nothing else I can think of

it had been a particularly rough day for Tess.

everyone had managed to get on her last fucking nerve like it was their job: Joel and his constant mood-swings, the jerks she had to work with against her will, random people on the street who looked at her the wrong way, it all made her feel on edge and ready to snap if one more encounter left her feeling on edge. it didn’t help that she’d slept like hell and that she was dealing with a pounding headache, only made worse by the atrocious air quality and constant city noise.

at times, Tess felt like she was the only sane person left alive, unless she was with you.

her days were often filled with nothing but stress and dread, either handling deals or handling incompetent people or both; the rough streets of the QZ were hardly a place where anyone could relax, ever, so Tess felt like she had aged about three times as fast as she would have, had the outbreak never happened. chronic pain was nothing new to her, she’d gotten used to it: the aching knees, the pain in her right hip that never really went away, the back pain from one too many sleepless nights, the general physical exhaustion of a life that she’d have never willingly chosen for herself. 

still, she never complained to anyone about any of it, because she knew that they weren’t off much better than her, and she wanted nothing less than pity - Tess kept it under control and told herself to just push through it and get over herself, stuck in a cycle of “just get through the day” for years, but then, one day, things changed. 

romance was not something that had ever really been on her radar post-outbreak, she’d grown a bit cynical in that regard, refusing to open herself up to the devastation of misplacing her hope in potential lovers.

you had grown up in the same area in the QZ where she had settled down, and yet, you two had never properly met, not until one night when she saw you being bothered by some young assholes, whom she had already beaten up once before for messing with someone else.

after they took of, scared of earning themselves a black eye from her, or worse, she made sure that you were okay and walked you back to your place, waving off your gratitude and registering that you were very much her type.

she told you to be a bit more careful around that area next time, genuinely afraid of seeing you walk past her with an injury one day. you two immediately spoke the same language - it was undeniable, even a few minutes into knowing her, that there was some innate quality that you shared, so the air between you quickly became charged because you made each other laugh, genuinely, and felt the relief of finally speaking to a like-minded person. so, once you reached your apartment that night, you were forward enough to ask her to meet again, which she immediately agreed to, for once not hesitant at all about making new aquaintances. 

the next time you saw her, you ended up at her place and it was only a matter of time until the inevitable happened. it got late, you were on her couch, there was little else to distract yourself with, so you ended up kissing, which turned into making out, which turned into desperate touching, which turned into fucking. it all felt so right, that neither of you spent much time fighting it, the burning passion that erupted the moment you first touched. Tess was usually closed off and unwilling to share her private space, but not with you: about a month into your new relationship, she gave you her spare keys, so you could relax in her apartment and sleep in her bed whenever you wanted, since she loved the feeling of going home and knowing that there was a good chance that you’d already be there, waiting. 

that night, Tess was completely done with the world as she took the steps up to her apartment, the only saving grace being that she saw that the light in her bedroom was on when she opened the door. 

she quickly took off her shoes and threw her jacket over the couch, so she could finally join you. you perked up on your side of the bed when she walked in and quietly laughed to yourself as she dramatically dropped down onto the bed with an audible “ugh..” leaving her lips. 

you immediately crawled over to her, up to the task of getting her spirits up again. “rough day, hm?” you asked, smiling as you eyed her. Tess just shook her head in a way that said “you don’t even know”, but still grabbed your hand and squeezed it to signal that she was glad to be home, to be with you again.

“poor thing” you cooed, one hand on her face then, a light kiss to each of her cheeks, aware that she liked to be babied by you every once in a while, a barely suppressed grin from her then, her hand wandering to your back, rubbing up and down lighty. “hm, you smell good” she mused, almost a bit emotional from the sudden comfort of your presence, she went on “god I’m so ready to just spend the night with you and forget about everything else. thanks for being here, really, you make it all easier” she said, her eyes open again then, an earnestness to that statement.

you leaned down to kiss her, long enough for her heartbeat to be slowed by it. “damn, you’re tense” you said after, concerned, too in tune with her body to miss it, “a bit…” she admitted.

“should I help you relax, hm?” you asked, your tone dripping in suggestive sweetness, your hands slowly trailing down her sides, stopping at her inner thighs, eyeing her with unconcealed desire. before you, Tess had never been big on receiving, but the moment you got together, she realized just how long she had gone without companionship, and how much she needed it sometimes, to be taken care of like that after a rough day. 

“hm, yeah, I’d like that” she said, unable to pretend that she didn´t love the idea of getting head as a pain relief of some sort, since it always worked. “good. just relax, and let me take care of you, okay?” you said, while moving down to her legs and unzipping her jeans, letting her rest and stay down as you worked on getting her undressed, pulling her underwear down with trembling fingers because you were so desperate to get a taste. 

the moment you took your place between her legs, her hands were immediately in your hair, pushing it back a bit, making sure you could tell how much she liked having you there.

the sight of her alone was enough to turn you on: Tess laying on her back, her thick hair falling down her shoulders in pretty waves, her big arms spread out, her tired but intense gaze fixed on you, her thighs soft and muscular at the same time, a warmth and sweetness radiating from her, a distinct scent that always drove you wild.

it was something you took immense pleasure in: seeing a woman who was known as relentless and unforgiving, tough and impossible to win over, all soft and open, just for you, your gentle touch the only kind that could melt her freezing exterior. she was in a similar spot, achingly turned on from the way you looked up at her, all docile and submissive, unsure how she’d gotten lucky enough to get to come home to someone like you. 

you had the urge to kiss her all over her exposed skin, so you did, your lips tender on her thigh, as you massaged the other one, giving her a moment to relax and loosen up before you really got to it. Tess closed her eyes and leaned back against the pillow, a deep sigh, “hm, always so sweet to me, baby”.

all of the stress and tension slowly left her body as you covered her thighs in heartfelt licks and kisses, small love-bites here and there, humming “I missed you today” against her skin while your hands rested on her hips, a faint smile from her “me too, trust me, you don’t even know.” a deep shudder as she grew hotter and hotter. “I’m gonna need a bit more now, sweetheart” she whispered then, tugging on your hair lightly, so you did as she said and moved your face to where she wanted you. 

the moment you kissed her cunt, her whole body shivered, in a good way, a groaned “fuck..” from her as you ran your tongue flat over her wetness, savoring it, the familiar salty taste of her, moaning quietly, as you slowly licked over her aroused lips, sucking and kissing them, working her up even more, until you couldn’t wait any longer and parted her, pushing your tongue deep inside and gripping her thighs as you started to build up a pace, dizzy with lust from the sensation of her slick heat all over your mouth. 

Tess’s fingers in your hair tightened and her breath grew  heavier and heavier by the second, interrupted by faint moans, ��yeah, perfect, keep going” she encouraged while rocking against your tongue, the needy movements of her hips enough to make you lose your mind. 

she held you in place as her back arched up and her sounds became louder, Tess was stubborn and tried to hold it in, so it was a delicious challenge, to see how you could turn her into a mess, how you could make her lose her composure.

you added more pressure then, circling her clit, eventually sucking on it, hard, which elicited a pathetic cry from her, louder than she intended to, but she was gone by then, fully lost in the feeling of riding your tongue, blissed out, all the previous aches in her body completely gone, replaced by a deep, warm ease, her core throbbing in a deeply enjoyable way, completely soaked by that point, so wet that the perverse sounds of your actions filled the room.

you moved your face to add to the rhythm, to make it even more intense, fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs, her hands applying enough pressure to the back of your head to force you to stay buried in her cunt, unwilling to let you move even one inch as she could feel her orgasm approaching, whining “yes, right there, don’t stop” a sigh before she added “good girl, always so good for me”. the sound of that praise while she was using you to get off made you feel like you might just cum a the same time as her. 

a few minutes later, after giving it your all and feeling her squirm and struggle to stay in place, she pressed her thighs together, shamelessly, to have you fully trapped, cursing under her breath as came all over your mouth, her hips bucking erratically, your eyes closed and desperate, muffled moans escaping you. she made a fucking mess for you, your tongue still moving against her, obediently, eager to let her ride it out until she couldn’t take any more, giving her the power to end it, or keep it going, whatever she needed.

eventually, a deep final shudder went through her, after which she fell slack against the matress, a breathless “god…” as her grip on your hair loosened and she let you go. while Tess laid there, spent and flushed all over, high on the aftershocks, you gave her raw and sensitive clit a few last licks and kisses, indulging because she was too dazed to protest, squeezing her shaky thighs, before moving up to lay down next to her. 

after a moment of both of you trying to catch your breaths, Tess slowly came to her senses again and turned her head to smile at you, endeared by the way your chin glistened in the light, a brief swipe of her fingers to clean you up a bit. “you’re a bit too fucking good at that, you know” she sighed, blissed out, enamored by your sweet expression, that satisfied smile that always stayed frozen on your face for a few minutes after making her finish. 

“oh yeah?” you asked, your tone faux-innocent, your eyes soft with affection, as she caressed your cheek,“hmm, yeah. I don’t wanna use you like that too often but..”, you interrupted the thought before she could finish it, “oh, please do, any time. I love when you get like that, it’s hot”.

Tess shook her head, charmed by your insistence on being of service to her, “careful what you wish for”, you cocked your head, your fingers tracing patterns on her chest, “or what? you’ll ride my face til I suffocate?” you teased, wording it that bold on purpose. Tess raised her eyebrows, “sounds like you want me to”. 

a sly expression and shrug from you gave your answer away, so she pulled you closer, your head on her chest then, ruffling your hair lovingly, “well I don’t know if I deserve all of that. you’d really do anything to please me, huh?”.

it turned Tess on to think about it, how devoted you were to her, and the feeling was mutual, you loved proving to her over and over again how eager to surrender you were, so you nodded, “correct.”

Tess was usually the giver, gladly, but she had to admit that those moments when you let her get off however she wanted to, for as long as she wanted to, regardless of the strain it would put on your neck or jaw, were some of her fondest memories. perhaps because you obviously got off on it too, she wouldn´t have wanted you to go down on her if you were only doing it as a favor; nothing turned her on more than when your moans matched hers in volume even though you were the one fucking her.

it made her feel beautiful in a way, she wouldn´t have said it out loud, but she never felt more proud of how she looked than when you got all over her and practically devoured her. after you got together, Tess looked at her reflection in the mirror differently, trying to see what you saw, when you tore her shirt off, when you latched onto her skin like you needed it to sustain you, when you left faint purple marks on her inner thighs, that made her smile when she took a shower and caught a glimpse. having sex with you had become a way for Tess to heal, in many ways, which reflected how you felt whenever she put her hands on you and managed to calm your restless mind. 

you felt like messing with her a bit then, so you said “I mean, it’s only fair to make use of my young body to help my worn-out lover feel better”, she nudged you in the side, an offended gasp in response, “excuse me?”.

you´d pushed her buttons on purpose, she was nothing if not predictable, so in a second she got up and pushed you onto your back, on the empty side of the bed, climbing onto top of you, her hands on yours, pinning them down with force, staring at you, her tone low and intense, “you wanna see just how worn out I am? how weak and frail?”. she pushed her knee between your thighs as she said this, not very gently, a whine from you, followed by a pleased smile, your lips parted as the pressure against your pelvis forced an intense heat to your core. 

Tess could tell she had you where she wanted you, so she ran her thumb over your lower lip, eyeing you with a distinct hunger, that look hat always made you weak in the knees for her. “yeah I think it’s your turn now. you’re young and fit, you should be able to handle anything I do, right?”. 

Tess was fucking with you, exactly the way you liked it, “I can, yes” you whispered, aware that a certain cockiness would make her feel the need to leave you begging and crying for her, yet again, you knew her, and knew how to get exactly what you wanted. Tess didn´t need to be told twice, so she hastily pulled your top over your head and leaned down to suck on your tits, as she slipped her hand into your underwear and started jerking you off, only a taste of what was about to come, that thing she loved to do: switching between eating you out and fucking you until you’d come at least three times, until you were a whining mess.

the thing you loved most about the ways she pleased you, was the even when she was a bit rough with you, it always came from a place of love, a clear need to make you feel as good as possible, to leave you wrecked with satisfaction. 

as she started touching you and felt you giving into it, your eyes shut, sweet sighs filling the air, a firm grip of your hands on her shoulders to hold onto something, Tess was overcome with affection and leaned down to kiss your neck while teasing your clit, soft, almost reverent kisses that contrasted the intense pressure of her fingers.

she breathed in your scent and made her way up from your neck to your jaw to your cheek, before whispering “my pretty girl. all mine”, leaning in to give you a proper kiss afterwards, turned on from the way you were moaning all throughout it because she was touching you just right, her fingers eventually pushing into you to feel the full extent of the warm perfect mess you were making for her, her lips lingering on your face, her breath hot, her voice thick with lust “hm, feels good, doesn’t it?” - there it was. that confidence you’d fallen for. a nod from you as you clung to her, “yes… always”, deeply pleased by the familiar feeling of her fingers stretching you, hitting the right spot, glad to be under her again, exposed and vulnerable and all hers. 

the thing that Tess loved about being with you, was that any affection you showed her, left her feeling livelier and stronger. it had happened often by that point, that she’d come home exhausted and frustrated, ready to end the day early, only to discover that a few words and touches from you, could flip a switch and make her feel wide awake and content all of a sudden.

that day it was no different, she’d come home pissed off and tensed up, and not even an hour later, she was at peace again, reminded of all the good things about her life, mostly connected to you: the way you always waited for her to come back home, the way you tended to her, your ability to see her at her lowest and still make her feel lovable, desirable, the pleasure you took in making her relax and feel better, your generous smile, your soft hands, your gentle demeanor, everything about you.

after she made you finish with her fingers, she took her sweet time fully undressing you, peeling off your underwear and urging you to lay back and get comfortable, so she could show you just how grateful she was that you were her angel in that hellscape of a town, who had somehow ended up bestowing her warm light upon her, even though she felt unworthy of it at times. 

you could tell that every touch, every kiss on your body that night, was a wordless “I love you” from her, an endless prayer, one prolonged act of private worship.

after she drove you to a point of intense exhaustion with pleasure, almost getting a few tears from you because of how good it felt towards the end, Tess helped you shower, soaping up your weak limbs, kissing your wet shoulder as she stood behind you and shampooed your hair for you.

later, when you were both dressed in some of her freshly washed clothes, Tess held you tight against her chest, as you both drifted off, not thinking about anything else but each other’s warmth that soothed you into a shared, deep, dreamless sleep, wrapped up in the smell of burnt-down candles and the sound of your peaceful slow breaths: the sound of being safe, at home, fully at ease, knowing that your love would keep saving you, in a world that so rarely allowed anything that sacred to remain intact.

[kpopscruggles]

Hello! I'd like to request hard thoughts for SKZ. Imagine you're their designated stress reliever. Your entire job is to make them feel better in whatever way they see fit. Sometimes you're the only thing that keeps them from literally fighting each other. But they never fight over you. Your holes are always just begging to be filled by anyone of them. 😵‍💫

I got you pookie bear! I love a pass around so let's get into it! this is also long so there's a keep reading

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Chan – He's the leader and will make sure he gets it first and it is that simple. 

Off the bat I think he is more on the sweeter side too not only see what you can handle but because unless has super stressed out has not going to go too crazy. Being on the softer side does not mean he is going to make you cum once and that is it though, no matter if he is willing to be dominant or submissive you will never only cum once! He’s giving you a head and that is the first thing that will be taken care of. When getting head, he demands that you sit on his face because he’s not doing it any other way, sitting on his face allows him to really use his tongue to the full potential also he loves thighs too much he gotta get smothered every time. If you chose to give him head, you're always going to be on your knees and going at your pace, but he will either cum down your throat or cover your fits in cum because he thinks you look the best when its dripping from your mouth or tits. Missionary or riding is his two soft spots, when he’s being soft, he wants to see your face, he wants to see you enjoy him as much as he’s enjoying you. Also little put in he's the type to take you in missionary and rub your legs while pushing himself into you. When I say praise is in every sentence too!!! “You're doing so good...” “My beautiful baby...” “I wish you could see yourself. How amazing you look” 

Let him have that stress build up through the week!!! You will get a heads up the day before your his!! He’s going to tie your hands behind your head, crawl too him and he's going to fuck your throat, and you're going to take it because you're his good little slut. He’s going to please you but he's Definity using toys, he’s got his tongue on your clit while using a toy too just push it in and out of you. NDJNFJNFJS NOW FOR THE REAL SHIT! Your heads in the pillow, ass up in the air and he’s fucking you like has chasing for his release, he WILL make sure by the end of the night you're foaming out the mouth like a rabid dog! “That’s it, take my dick like a good slut” “say you love it, I know you do~ just like I love this sloppy cunt!”  

Minho – He's next because he made sure of that and if Chan wasn’t leader, he would've been first. 

This man can get annoyed at the simplest things sometimes, everyone does... so no matter if its soft or rough he's gonna have a bit of degradation or roughness to give, but on average his thrusts are always a bit far from the soft side. A ‘soft’ day with him is nice though because he focuses more of foreplay than anything and sometimes won't even have actual sex. He’s usually between your legs, it's his safe space. Instead of ranting about shit he finds annoyingly stupid he just eats you out and hears your moans echo the room. Giving back is appreciated but never necessary these days. “You taste so good~” “I bet your feeling very greedy...having my tongue too yourself” 

Rough days you aren’t gonna leave without smeared makeup. You know it’s a rough day when he asks you to wear eyeliner and such for the simple fact that when you gag on his cock it’ll run down your eyes and smear, he finds that so cute. You're gonna have your legs draped over his shoulders and he's gonna pound into you like there's no tomorrow. He’s greedy on his rough days, everything is about him. Yes, he will make sure you get your love during the process but your goal is him so he can get the relief of stress. 

Changbin 

I can see his softer days being where you're more in charge. He lets you set the pace, tell him what you want, how you want it. Even if it has nothing to do with sex, he’ll do it. If he gets you, he’s solid. Usually though since you get control you have him eat your pussy like there's no tomorrow or he might just end up doing it himself. This also leads too him letting you ride, taking him as you want while he spills how much he loves your pussy and can’t go without it. “Missed this pussy so much~” “Waited all w-week for this....” 

Rough days he’s still letting you set the pace but he’s less delicate. He’ll eat you out but he's gonna tease you, hold your hips down with his fingers filling you while he forces you to tell him why you deserve too cum. He’s another person who’s taking it from the back, he’s moving your hands behind your back, holding them tight while he takes your pussy 

Han 

Soft days is mutual masturbation, or he might give you a show. I can see him doing this if you have a mindset that none of the boys really enjoy you, so he’ll submit by showing you how much you affect him just by sitting in front of him, you won’t have to strip or anything. Just you are kissing his neck while he strokes his cock, and; letting out the most sinful whimpers for you. 

He might not even cum on these days unless he uses his hand, on rough days he needs the reminder that there is someone or multiple people that would submit too him and do what he asks, Hes gonna have you crawl too him, he's gonna tease you with toys and make you beg to your master (Him) how badly you want to cum 

Hyunjin 

He just wants to breed you! He will go soft, each thrust slow but deep and let you enjoy yourself; I can see hell spoon fuck and leave marks on your neck to your shoulder blade. He’ll also have a cute smile every gasp you take because he��s hitting that spot repeatedly. On his soft days he just takes your beauty in. You don't even speak rlly.  

Rough days he gets cocky, he wants you to worship his cock like it's the best cock you had, like it's the first and last you'll ever experience and if you don't, he’ll get a bit cold and pouty tbh. He won’t stop you from cumming though unless you've done something bad but his good girl right? Youd never.  

Felix – I've been waiting for this one NDJIbsihf but I'll save some for a Felix ask cause till b long 

SOFT DAYS HE IS YOURS AND YOU USE HIM HOW YOU SEE FIT!!! Turn this into the Minho rough as but reverse okay, he’s there to let you take our any pent of energy. I can easily see that if you all know the next day will be a ‘soft’ day then you might even out him in a chastity too wear all week. He wants you too fuck him, mark him, he’ll kneel and skis your feet and tell you how he’s yours, even spit on him but no matter what you do you gotta try and use praising words with him. He will accept degradation but once you do it, he might take over and that’ll lead to his rough days. 

So Rough days are a reverse of soft days, but Felix likes to do a few things differently than you do. Hes tying you up, go as far as denying you the whole night till you reach that peak too finally cum. When it’s Felix's night he’s going all night so until it reaches midnight, you're his and he's gonna do what he wants with you, it's simple as that 

Seungmin – ppl may think differently on this 

He’s like Felix in that he has a soft day, but it’s not necessarily soft. He always just gets needy as the process goes on. He could simply be letting you enjoy the feeling of his cock but once he gets groped into the bliss of it has flipping his lid to the point where he must pick up the pace or change a position to where he can go deeper. It won’t be anything compared to his rough days but yeah.  

He doesn't need toys, he DOESNT NEED A SHIT CAUSE HES GOT THIS IN THE MF BAG! He’s just gonna push himself all day too where he’s rock hard, fighting for an orgasm all day but denying himself so he gets so eager that once the bedroom is a spot for you two, he's just gonna beat you too the mattress! He’s watching your eyes roll back, crying for more, your pussy pulsing too drains his cock. 

I.N - another bipolar mf 

a. soft days are precious, he's there to make you cum, another Chan situation where he wants you to face him, look in his eyes and tell him how much you're enjoying his cock. No matter soft or rough he wants you to tell him how you feel because its dead ass makes his heart swell in the best way possible. He might make you reach three orgasms just for the fun of it and the fact that it’s due too simple thrusts, but he is the type to try and cum with you every single time. 

b. The rough days are wild as well! Again, no matter what he wants that vocal energy between you two. So, he is a safety word and color checker but if you say green he’s fucking feral!!! He’s another that won’t do toys too often because he likes to feel the moment between the two of you but I can easily see him inviting another member in just so you can have a cock too suck on while he fucks you 

[ofmermaidstories]

you saying you’d write an au for stardew is the equivalent of getting a rabbits foot and multiple prismatic shards in one day omg. even if u don’t do it the idea popping in ur head is already fantastic! i’m so happy you love the game i think it’s the perfect distraction for life !!! if only we could all just pack our things and move to our inherited farms and become the richest in town… it’s nepotism at work lol

please tae, i literally daydream about someone giving me a deed to a farm or a plot of land somewhere. 😭 and the thing is!!! like!!! farming’s not an easy job, it’s so dependant on the earth/weather, and even before climate change was a tangible threat it was a hard, hard living. 🥺 i get stressed out with my video game, lmao, 10pm and im still out in the fields hoeing or planting seeds, like. 💀 imagining doing that for like, 40+ plus to make a living……. you’d have to have a good team around you. 😩 farmhands, or family. a good spouse LOL. even a little hobby farm would be stressful………. and yet i still want that life. 😔 an orchard by the sea. 🥹 still stressful, but maybe slightly more manageable lmao.

i am trying so, so hard not to give into the temptation (not yet) to fulfil this wish via a fic LMAO. 🥹🙏🏽 i’m trying to feed it by doing like, small things: naming it (from the valley), making a playlist for it. god, i’ve gotten to the stage where i actively pause the game to write down little notes (things in our backpack: pink cake. a orange poppy flower. goat’s cheese. four cups of banana pudding. a totem with a weathered, deeply carved face. the pock-marked head of a mushroom). i am fighting for my life!!! the only thing that’s actually, properly stopping me from the follow through is that i don’t have a romantic end-game in mind. because in my head i’ve already given Reader three potential boyfies: izuku, katsuki, and maybe shouto (maybe shinsou instead). like, i can picture how friendships/relationships would form among them (izuku the kind, helpful guy. katsuki in the background, wary. shouto the son of the man who founded the company we worked for, back in the city; our work husband, who we joked to about following us out to the valley and who does). the one thing i’d want to do is have Reader find their way to Skull Caverns, and realise that all the magic they thought was whispering to just them has been whispering to other people, too—Izuku, sword in hand, staring at us in horror when he finds us cradling a large, spotted egg. Katsuki, rounding the corner after him, swearing black and blue about ghosts—sdhjfgklsdjflsfgkjsflkgj. i wanna write it so badly, just to get to that moment, LMAO. the mutual horror when all three of you are face-to-face in this giant, deadly, underground maze. the boys making you swear to secrecy; Izuku tearing into you for being so stupid, how did you even find this place, how did you know, do you understand what could’ve happened? you should’ve told them, you should’ve told him. your relief in finally having someone to talk to about all the weird shit you keep stumbling across. the way this would give Izuku an excuse to drop in to you, on the farm. Katsuki turning up to help with the tilling or seasonal planting, the harvest. i want to write about it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! all of it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! being on the dock in the middle of winter as the snow is falling, all those festive, jewel-like boats bobbing gently before you, waiting with their… winter star trees, or their paintings. the sea salt and the charred warmth of coffee beans. the mermaid show with all it’s tawdry secrecy…… the worn carpet under your feet, the mismatched planks that hold steady despite the creaking. i just think!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it would be neat to do. 🥹 i just!! it’s such a good world to play in LMAO. and if i could come up with a ending for it—a true, stops-me-in-my-tracks kind of ending—not even my attempts at nail-digging self-discipline would stop me from writing it.

for now tho it’s just my yapping, lmao. my yapping and my threats. 🥹

[tcfactory]

Party Planning and Other Deadly Hazards I

5k words of Shang Qinghua bonding with Linguang-jun over being overworked and underappreciated

For the sake of this story, Mobei is roughly 15, Shang Qinghua and Linguang-jun are both 18. Shoutout to @mysteryteacup, whose analysis posts convinced me of the potential in "Linguang-jun is Very Young, Actually". Our Mobei-jun's birth name is Mobei Xuebao (Snow leopard), Shang Qinghua is Shang Cangshu (Hamster), Linguang-jun is Mobei Taifeng (Typhoon)

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It all started with a small change. You see, Shang Qinghua's shizun made a reckless promise that whoever could push a medicine deal through with the Black Mire Sect - a minor sect skirting the edge of demonic practices by specializing in gu poisons - would take over as his new head disciple. The sect was situated right on the borderlands between the human realm and the northern demon kingdom and they were very reluctant to trade away any of their precious poisons, because they faced constant harassment from a lesser tribe of Snowtusk Boar demons just on the other side of the border. Clearly whoever could get them to agree to a deal would have to be a naturally gifted negotiator!

Usually Airplane ignores these kinds of risky assignments, but the temptation of skipping three years of backstabbing, social climbing and manual labor was too tempting. Besides, he knew how to solve this one. It was one of the wife plots in PIDW so Luo Binghe could marry the sect leader's beautiful daughter.

Step 1: Get rid of the boars. He could, of course, not do this on his own. No way. However, through the power of authorial knowledge, he could tip Mobei-jun off that the tribe stole one of the ancient artifacts of the Mobei clan after a chaotic battle and hid it away in their stronghold. His prince was a little skeptical, but Qinghua had not led him astray yet in the few months since he became his spy. The next time they met, Mobei-jun was generously splattered with pig demon blood and he was proudly holding a crystal necklace that could control all the ice sheets of the northern sea at once, apparently.

So that was that for the boars.

Step 2: Wait a little for the other local demon tribes to fight out who gets to settle in the newly vacated prime location. Shang Qinghua made a passing comment about how the Silkwing tribe could supply a 'generous benefactor' with the highest quality fabrics in the entire northern kingdom and would you look at that, this conflict got resolved much quicker than in PIDW.

Step 3: Introduce the sect leader and their new, much more agreeable, demon neighbors to each other. The Silkwing tribe happened to be a tribe of crane demons who, just like the Black Mire Sect, specialized in insect keeping. Their most prized specimens were the various demonic moths and spiders they cultivated for their silk, but they kept a wide variety of other critters as well. It was a match made in heaven! (Or rather in one of Master Airplane's caffeine fueled all-nighters, just so Binghe could meet a cute bisexual crane girl at the negotiations and turn the whole adventure into a two-brides-special wedding.)

Step 4: Profit! Trade agreement in hand Qinghua showed up at his shizun's house and received his much deserved promotion. The whole plan went off without a hitch, job well done, success and happiness all around! The next morning he moved into the head disciple's apartment and breathed a sigh of relief that he no longer had to live in fear of someone discovering his association with Mobei by barging into his bedroom without knocking.

If only that was the end of it.

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Shang Qinghua has barely settled into his new duties as head disciple when one morning Mobei-jun grabs him straight out of bed, before he could comprehend what's happening or put on some actual clothes, and drops him off somewhere in the Northern Palace.

"Baobao, what in the fresh hell did you bring me?!"

The outrage cry comes from a stressed looking demon youth who stares at Qinghua like someone handed him a dead rat instead of a report. He's obviously a Mobei relative, his black hair glossy with a blue-ish sheen and his demon mark a bright teal, but his hair is done up with feathers and beads in the style of the wind demon tribes.

"Qinghua. He's good at organizing." As if on second thought, Mobei-jun snarls at the other demon boy, showing all his teeth. "He's mine. If you hurt him, I'll kill you."

After that he wordlessly stomps away, leaving the equally confused human and demon behind.

Shang Qinghua wants nothing more than to ask a million questions right now - where is he? why did Mobei take him here?? who's the other guy??? - but now that he's more awake than asleep he's suddenly realizing that the room is extremely cold and he's only dressed in his sleeping robes. Are his toes turning blue?! His toes are probably turning blue.

"Here." A delicately carved box is shoved in his face, open and full of uniform black pills. "Aurora Pepper pills. I asked to borrow the domestic staff from Xiao Bao’s castle, but if you are the only help I get, I want you not to freeze to death."

"My lord, are they safe for humans?" They should be. It's one of the plot devices he made up so the Wives could visit the North and still wear their ridiculously skimpy outfits without dying, but who knows what an ice demon would have mixed into them. Shang Qinghua carefully picks just one and pops it in his mouth anyway.

"No idea, they were for my mother. You are a cultivator, are you not? You can survive a little poison."

If this demon is as young as he looks - as young as his outfit leads Qinghua to believe, which is somewhere between fourteen and twenty - then his core is not yet settled. Even if the ice demon parentage runs stronger in him - which is obvious, he's wearing the equivalent of summer robes for northern demonkin - he would have bouts when his core slants towards wind and he would find the cold of the north unbearable for a few days. So this is likely his own stash of pills he offered one from, which is awfully nice when one of your kin just dumps their human on you.

"This lowly one thanks the young master for his generosity!"

"Hmph. At least you have manners, unlike your master." The youth retreats behind a desk piled so high with scrolls and bamboo slats he’s barely visible behind them. "Qinghua, was it? This lord is Linguang-jun."

"Answering, this one is Shang Qinghua, head disciple of An Ding peak." He thanks his survival instinct that he manages to fold into a bow before his surprise shows on his face. Based on the nephew abandonment incident he always pictured Mobei's uncle as someone much older.

"An Ding? Good. Maybe you will be of use, after all." Linguang-jun gestures for Shang Qinghua to join him at the desk. "On account of his sudden spirited showing in regards to the Silkwings and the recovered artifact, my royal brother has finally taken interest in his third-born son. To welcome him to court he ordered a feast to be held, the success of which will determine Mobei San's standing in court and reflect on this lord’s qualifications as an organizer."

"Forgive this lowly one for the question, but why is the Mobei-jun's own brother in charge of such affairs? It should be the duty of the royal seneschal." Or perhaps the queen consort. Since he never had to write a wife plot with any member of the main Mobei clan he might have handwaved a lot of the court related worldbuilding. Still, he's certain there were at least three or four people who had to be unavailable before such a task would land on the desk of the king's brother.

"This lord is the seneschal," Linguang-jun says in a dejected voice. A pained frown slips past his not-yet-perfected mask of stoicism and Shang Qinghua realizes that 1. Linguang-jun is very, very young to be filling this position and 2. he’s probably one stroke of misfortune away from an anxious meltdown. This Qinghua can relate, kid. "My royal brother's temper has decimated his household and, in his paranoia, he refuses to replace the staff he kills. Ever since this one's mother passed three years ago, he has been tasked to fulfill every duty pertaining to household management, including those of the late queen consort."

After looking over a crumpled scroll detailing all of Linguang-jun's current duties, Shang Qinghua has a sudden understanding why the demon resents his brother so much. It’s not just the duties of the royal seneschal, he is doing the work of at least five different people, all of them near full-time jobs in their own right!

"Sorry kid, you are clearly too young for this shit." He didn't mean to say it out loud, but luckily for him the demon doesn't react to the irreverent tone beyond an agitated twitch of his eyebrows. "All right, let’s see what we have to work with."

It proves to be very little. Shang Qinghua looks over the list of the available staff (too short), the amount of food and other supplies Linguang-jun managed to drum up since his brother saddled him with this task last evening (not nearly enough to feed the obnoxiously long guest list) and the time available to them…

“He wants you to put together this party in three days?!” For someone who had only been a vague shadow with malicious intent in the back of Shang Qinghua’s mind whenever he thought about the dangerous demons he might run into while serving his prince, Linguang-jun is rapidly gaining a lot of his sympathy. “Can you even get all these guests here in three days? Jiuzhong-jun lives two months away even if he takes the fastest horses!”

For a royal prince’s introduction to court it was important to get as many of the bigshots present as possible, so they could all take a good look at him and decide if they wanted to try to sic their own spawns on him for a courting chase or not. Jiuzhong-jun doesn’t have any children yet, but he has plenty of nieces he could try to marry out into other clans. He would never miss the chance to come and gawk at the introduction of a Mobei prince.

“Mhm. Xiao Bao has that part covered. While we make this feast happen somehow, he’s going to spend the next two days transporting in all the guests with his portals.” Linguang-jun digs into one of his many piles of scrolls and shoves one detailing the scheduled arrivals into Shang Qinghua’s face. “At least the issue of housing them until the party solves itself on its own. Granny Oxbones is the reigning queen of the guest wing and she wouldn’t accept my input on where to put all these guests even if I bothered to offer any.”

Airplane carefully files it away in the back of his mind that when Linguang-jun gets stressed enough he still refers to his nephew with familiar nicknames as something to consider later, and tries to focus on the task at hand. So the current Mobei-jun hasn’t eradicated all of the old servants - the kitchen and housekeeping staff escaped his paranoia, as well as most of the guards and the hunters - only the ones in the highest positions. That should solve at least part of their problems.

“Okay, so we only have to handle decorating the feasting hall, source a fitting outfit for my prince and get the food ready.”

“What about the serving staff? I don’t have enough people to cater a party this big.”

“That’s easy, have the guardsmen fill in. Let them do something more than standing around and gawking. If there are complaints about the task being below them, tell them that they can take from the leftovers, most of the guests will be too busy brawling or scheming to eat anyway.” Demons love to eat, same as everybody, and even a bite or two of the delicacies served at their lords’ table should be ample temptation to get the guardsmen on board. “But this does mean that we need to make sure that the food is great. Does Linguang-jun have the menu from either of the elder princes’ introduction feasts? No reason to break our brains coming up with something new, nobody will care as long as the food is good enough.” It’s still an awful amount of work for three days, but it’s not undoable if he can tap into the Mobei clan’s supply network and doesn’t have to account for whatever happens to the guests before and after the feast. 

“I think I have the menu for Mobei Er’s feast somewhere.” Linguang-jun abandons the desk to rifle through one of the filing cabinets dominating the walls of his study. “We will need to substitute some of the dishes, because that feast was in winter.”

“Still better than having to write the whole menu from scratch.”

“En.”

“Does Linguang-jun have any suggestion where to get my prince a suitable outfit?” For the lack of anything better to do, Shang Qinghua starts organizing the scrolls left on the desk. Linguang-jun’s handwriting is very similar to Mobei San’s, but nothing at all like the blocky characters of the current Mobei-jun. They probably learned from the same ice fairy tutor, which further confirms how absurdly close they are in age.

“I have something arranged with the Silkwings,” Linguang-jun calls back over his shoulder, halfway disappearing into the cabinet as he digs among the stored scrolls. “But - Hah! Found it! - Qinghua has to be the one to convince Mobei San to go. He won’t go anywhere if this uncle tells him to.”

“Ah.”

“Don’t just gape at me,” Linguang-jun says, smacking him reasonably lightly over the shoulder with the scroll until he gets the hint and takes it. “Take this down to the kitchen, then tell your master that if he doesn’t want to go to his own feast wearing my old robes, then he should go visit the Silkwings, the sooner the better.”

Shang Qinghua pales at the idea of wandering the main Northern Fortress alone. “I- this servant worries that the kitchen staff will not heed his words…”

Linguang-jun seems to consider this for a moment, but he finally comes to the conclusion that his life is easier if his nephew’s pet cultivator doesn’t come to harm. He digs around in his desk until he produces a bone hairstick with a bead and a feather dangling from it. “If you wear this, the staff will know that you are working for this lord. Ask a maid for directions and be quick about it!”

True to Linguang-jun’s words, the staff is nothing if not cooperative once they realize that Shang Qinghua is working directly with him to stop the upcoming party from crashing and burning. The demon aunties and uncles running the kitchen fill him in, between tallying all the ingredients they are going to need for the feast and plying him with sweet treats, that the staff has been in a panic ever since the first orders about the feast came in. There is the grim threat of death hanging over their heads if the end result isn’t impressive enough and Mobei-jun feels humiliated by their showing. Apparently this is going to be the first bigger event Linguang-jun is organizing on his own, without the help of his late mother, and his staff is worried about sabotage.

“Does Linguang-jun have many enemies in court?” Shang Qinghua asks, lifting a tiny demon granny up so she can take stock of one of the too tall ingredient shelves.

“He has one and it’s more than enough! Mobei-jun never got over it that his late queen mother birthed one more son after the acceptable period for fratricide was over.” Airplane was proud of that world building detail. Obviously no demon lord wants to have any relative who might challenge his claim, but eradicating the entire extended family is a very fast way for a clan to die out. So, following a leader’s grab of power, there’s a socially acceptable five years when they can murder any relative they can catch, but once that’s over they are expected to limit themselves to those who challenge their position. “I tell you, daozhang, it’s not a coincidence the feast is happening when the hunters are away and we are low on supplies! And what is the king doing instead of procuring a beast for the fighting showcase of his son? Drinking and lazing around in his quarters, that’s what! Poor Xiao Bao, such a sweet snowflake, this old granny worries that his entry to court will be ruined!”

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Shang Qinghua is still turning that around in his head when he goes to find Mobei Xuebao later - It took almost no effort to get the grannies to reveal his prince’s birth name. Such a cute name for such a fierce demon! Airplane jokingly wrote it on the margin of his drafts, but he never expected the System to take it and run with it - carrying a big mug of fortifying ice slushie.

His prince looks beyond exhausted after opening portals all over the demon realm since morning and he accepts the refreshing drink without so much as a growl. He does, however, hiss angrily at Qinghua when he recognizes the hairstick stuck into his bun. “How dare he claim you?! You are mine !”

“Ah, my prince, please be calm! It’s only a token so the staff won’t eat me. I am to return it once we are done here.” Qinghua is actually not sure about that, but better not aggravate his prince when he’s in a possessive mood.

“You’d better.” He stops trying to rip it out of Qinghua’s hair, but he still stares at it angrily while Shang Qinghua rattles off the details of the arrangement made with the Silkwings. Mobei shows no enthusiasm for getting new court robes tailored, but at Qinghua’s insistent nagging he makes an affirmative sound that yes, he is going to go, now stop asking .Airplane is not perfectly sure what the kitchen aunties put in the slushie, but Mobei’s mood almost thaws by the time he eats the last of the sweet berries they added to it. A wonderful good mood that lasts for all of five minutes before Linguang-jun turns the corner and yells at both of them.

“What are you still doing here?! Don’t you have things to do other than standing around?” Linguang-jun is flushed a pale pink from exertion and possibly frustration. He’s dressed for a hunt, carrying a Japanese style longbow almost as tall as him and a quiver of elegant, black-feathered arrows. It’s fascinating to see how Airplane’s throwaway details got implemented into the world - he made a passing note that Mobei’s grandmother was an eastern wind demon, then he made one of Binghe’s wives a wind demoness based on a Japanese princess and bird motifs and poof! The world combined these two details into multicultural Linguang-jun. He has to bite his tongue before he could ask Linguang-jun if he had a katana somewhere.

Mobei is clearly not happy to see that his uncle is gearing up to leave.

“Good time for a hunt, uncle,” he sneers. Linguang-jun sneers right back.

“ I am going out to fetch our hunting expeditions back so we have meat to serve at the feast. Someone has to, unless Baobao would prefer to play pretend with snow and ice and berries!” They both flinch, which is interesting. Clearly that’s a reference to a formerly fond memory. When Linguang-jun continues he’s not meeting their eyes and looks just a little sheepish. “Go get your rags, nephew. My reputation rides on the success of this feast. I’m not going to sabotage it.”

It’s hard to tell what Mobei Xuebao is thinking, but his expression seems a lot less murderous than a minute ago. “Take Qinghua with you,” he says, ignoring completely the way his cultivator freezes up. “He has a sword. He can fly high and scout for you.”

What is this? It almost sounds like an olive branch! If only it wasn’t poor Airplane being handed over like a cheap token of reconciliation, it would be great .

Linguang-jun gives Shang Qinghua a hesitant look, but Mobei chose a good way to sell his pet cultivator: Linguang-jun might be part wind demon, but even he can’t fly very high. Give Qinghua one more of those pepper pills so he doesn’t freeze in the icy wasteland and he can track their hunters down in a snap!

Before he can mount an argument about the general fragility of humans and the dangers of the desert, he is grabbed by the arm and the next thing he knows, he’s being swept up by Linguang-jun’s black wind. Nothing can compete with Mobei’s portal powers in terms of speed, but this is not too shabby either, and unlike the shadow portals, being turned into wind doesn’t make him sick. Perhaps because he doesn’t currently have a stomach to feel sick.

While they dash through the desert, Linguang-jun quickly fills Qinghua in: they need to recall three hunting parties, all of them within a day’s travel by horse from the castle. “There are others out hunting, but they are too far to make it back for the feast. And after we are done, I’m going to leave you somewhere out of the way and catch a Diamond-Clawed Tundra Devil.”

“Ah. For the fight showcase?”

“En.”

“Isn’t it the king’s duty to procure whatever his son is to fight?” His question is met by minutes of sullen silence so he startles when Linguang-jun finally deigns to speak again.

“There’s a wolf-bear-hybrid prepared at the palace. Da-ge wanted to give it to one of his concubines as a pet, but the lady has much better taste than to take a mangy mutt like that.” Qingua can’t see Linguang-jun’s expression, but the derision is obvious in his voice. It’s unclear if it’s directed at the concubine or his brother. “It would be acceptable prey for a less skilled prince, but Xiao Bao deserves better.”

“Huh. You really adore your nephew, don’t you? I figured he was wrong about you.” If he lives to tell the tale, Shang Qinghua is going to blame his current immaterial state for the failure of his brain-mouth filter. Never startle the person carrying you at high speeds!

He’s not even surprised when he tumbles painfully onto the snow, Linguang-jun standing above him with a murderous expression, the bow raised as if he’s ready to beat the hapless cultivator with it. “Does he still go around telling everyone about- even his pet cultivator?!”

“No! No, my lord!” He suspects it’s only because Mobei San doesn’t consider Qinghua important enough to fill him in about his backstory, but it’s technically true. “Servants gossip! I heard it from the servants in Mobei San’s castle!”

Linguang-jun lowers the bow, but his face colors with either indignation or embarrassment. He’s more expressive than Mobei, but it’s still not easy to read him. “Good. Do not ever dare to gossip about this lord! Understood, you, you…” He looks at Shang Qinghua sitting in the snow like a plump, bruised peach, face almost disappearing into the soft pelt the kitchen aunties dressed him up in. “You hamster!”

Airplane can’t help himself: he laughs. Then, when the laughter finally feels like subsiding, he notices the baffled face Linguang-jun is making and laughs some more. “Forgive me, my lord. I am not laughing at you. Except. My name does happen to be Shang Cangshu.”

The absurdity of it all finally douses Linguang-jun’s rage and the demon huffs a laugh. “Of course it is. Should I get a bowl of sunflower seeds for you tomorrow, hamster-daozhang?”

“I prefer melon seeds! But worry not, my lord, I can bring my own.” It must be a good sign that Linguang-jun is teasing him. A little bit of harmless farce is always good in anxiety-inducing situations, and the demon appeared to be on the verge of exploding all day. “I do have to wonder, though… I heard that when that incident happened, Mobei San was around four? So you must have been a rather young child yourself.”

Linguang-jun gives a tense, awkward nod and a scene starts to unfold in Airplane’s mind. This is not something he had written, but it is something he could have, if he ever tried to put Mobei-jun in the limelight for a while. Emboldened, he continues: “Traveling at the speed of wind as you do must not leave a lot of room to change course if, say, a tear to the human realm suddenly opens up in front of you. It must have been a terrifying experience, for both of you. Easy to lose track of each other in an unfamiliar world, hostile territory or not.”

Linguang-jun turns his head away, clearly trying to school his expression into a blank mask, but he is too worn down and anxious to manage it. He looks disarmingly young like this; just a teen with too much work on his plate. “He refuses to so much as speak to me unless he has no other choice. What does it matter how it happened? I admitted to trying to kill him.”

Of course he did. For Mobei San to survive an assassination attempt - a smart one too, leaving him in the heart of a cultivator sect that has a longstanding feud with the Mobei clan - was a testament to his talent even at such a young age. If Linguang-jun admitted that it was an accident, it would have only painted him as incompetent, which was the fastest way to political suicide even before he could officially get into court. “Ah, but he lent you this servant, hasn’t he? I think my prince doesn’t hate you as much as he wants to.”

“Hah! That will not save my neck when my nephew becomes Mobei-jun and comes to eradicate the threats from the family.”

“No! He would not kill you, I’m certain of it.” As he wrote it, Mobei-jun at the time of his ascension was secure under Luo Binghe’s wing and didn’t bother to go after any of his relatives - unless they attacked first, that is. “Leave it to this Qinghua, I will smooth this misunderstanding over in no time!”

The look of doubt Linguang-jun gives him almost hurts. “Wait until after the feast before you try. I’m short enough on staff without you getting yourself killed.” The demon makes a sharp gesture with his hand and a burst of wind pushes Shang Qinghua to his feet. “Up you get, hamster-daozhang. We have work to do.”

It all falls in place like a well-oiled machine after that, even the hunt. Turns out that Diamond-Clawed Tundra Devils are really fascinated by flying cultivators for some reason. The beast stands on its hindlegs, reaching fruitlessly for the flying sword, and doesn’t even notice Linguang-jun sneaking up on it until he traps it in a qiankun box. They work well together, Shang Qinghua and Linguang-jun, and the demon stays cordial - almost friendly, even! - to his nephew’s pet cultivator in the following two days.

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“I’m so glad that it went well, my prince!” Qinghua sighs a few days after the feast. He’s trying to subtly rescue some of his paperwork from Mobei, who decided that he wants to have this conversation while sitting on his human’s desk. “I wish I could have been there to see, but my shizun would have noticed if I was missing any longer and, let’s be honest, the chances of someone mistaking me for a side-dish were much too high…”

Mobei hums something vaguely positive, then very indulgently lifts one of his hands so Qinghua can remove the papers from there. “Good work.”

“Thank you, my prince! But I really didn’t do much. Your uncle did most of the work.” By the end of the third day Linguang-jun was openly bemoaning that he wanted to go to bed and sleep for a century. Airplane can only hope he got some rest since.

Mobei Xuebao growls at him in warning, clearly not happy with the direction of the conversation, but Qinghua has dealt with so much shit in the last week that he’s too tired to be properly intimidated by empty threats. “No, really! I know he had a horse in this race, but he really wanted you to have a cool ‘welcome to demon court’ party. He caught the Tundra Devil for your fight and he certainly didn’t have to do that!”

“That was Taifeng-shushu?” There’s no better way to describe Mobei’s expression of surprise than ‘cute’. It’s a good reminder that despite his frosty disposition and already powerful physique, Mobei Xuebao is also still a teenager. (Airplane is not geeking out over learning Linguang-jun’s name, he is not . Mobei Taifeng was on his list of potential names when he brainstormed for Luo Binghe’s right hand man, before he even started writing - a character who eventually got split into Mobei-jun and the OG Shang Qinghua, because Tired™ second-in-commands who try to betray their employers so they could have one good day of rest please were more of a comedic relief trope and that didn’t fit the tone of the story.)

“Yes, my prince. This servant was there when Linguang-jun chose and captured the most impressive beast from the pack.” He was so picky about it too! He made Qinghua fly over the Tundra Devil pack five times before he identified the biggest one and by that time the beast noticed the flying cultivator. That’s how they found out about its fascination with the shiny spiritual sword.

Thinking about Linguang-jun reminds Qinghua of the hairstick he conveniently ‘forgot’ to return. He puts it in a plain box and pushes it to Mobei Xuebao. “My prince, I had no chance to return this to Linguang-jun, so you would do this servant a great favor if you passed it along.” Mobei makes a soft noise as he pockets the box, looking almost smug that Qinghua is, indeed, returning the token. His good mood makes the human a little reckless about how far he’s willing to push this matter. “My prince, I know you have no reason to trust this servant on matters of your family, but I have heard many rumors and hearsay while in the Northern Palace. I think there might be a misunderstanding between you and your uncle, so if you could talk to him openly when you return the hairstick-”

“Qinghua has not led me astray so far,” Mobei interrupts, his eyes narrowed. “This prince will talk to his uncle. But if Qinghua is mistaken…” He lets the sentence hang ominously in the air, but the sentiment is clear: if Shang Qinghua is wrong, then all of his credibility is ash.

“I understand, my prince.”

It's going to be fine. It has to be! Otherwise the System would have interfered, like it always does when he's about to alter the plot.

Right, System?

[the1gayteen]

Doctor who companions part 2 

Nobody asked but,  

Brain rot is real so here is part two of the 9-1-1 characters as doctor who companions 

Ravi:

Susan Foreman; Granddaughter to the Doctor and companion to the 1st Doctor 

Ravi my beloved, has to also be Susan, my beloved. Both super smart with vague enough backstories, but we know they involve some form of trauma, only having snib-bits of information. Both are extremely smart and everyone around them seems to feel like they might be holding back. Ravi as a companion I see would quickly become one of the doctors' favorites. Not due to romantic interest but from his personality matching the doctor and everyone's immediate need to take Ravi under their wing, seriously he's the sweetest and I can see why everyone just loves him like a little brother immediately. He is also a companion like Susan that I feel like fans would be screaming at the writers to bring back or have more of. THIS IS ME SCREAMING TO BRING SUSAN BACK AND RAVI MAIN CASTED. 

Tommy:

Romana I & II; Companion to the 4th Doctor and Timelord 

Tommy is both Romanas and would be as a companion. Starting like Romana I as more pompis and rude. Feeling like hes the best, especially like Romana because they were under the influence of people, they felt like they had to perform and impress for (Tommy being Gerard and Romana being the council of timelords). I could see instead of Tommy ‘regenerating’, him being left then found again (like within 911) and becoming Romana II. More sure of himself, having found the time to grow and become a kinder person. Both would help in any way they can, risking whatever it is to help someone they know in need, still a bit sarcastic and blunt but meant with actual kindness this time around. I also head canon Romana II as a lesbian so this fits to my own headspace.  

Josh:

Melanie “Mel” Bush; Companion to the 6th, 7th, 14th, and 15th Doctor 

First off, I believe if you asked Josh his favorite companion it would also be Mel. Both have the upbeat and sweetheart personalities. But they can blindside you with their headstrong snarky remarks. Both are geniuses and headstrong in their respective knowledge boats and remarkable brave, but can and will scream terrified from time to time (both characters have remarkable similarities in how the writers can't choose how they’ll react to stress or fear). Josh also given the doctors costume closet insist on wearing whatever stylish outfits he can to match the era. Josh would be such a fun companion, who while being the relief, can still get the job done and be efficient in helping the doctor. Could see him being such a long-lasting companion.  

May:

Clara Oswald; Companion to the 11th and 12th Doctor 

Clara to me will always be one of the companions that matched the doctors and being a time traveler the best, and May absolutely matches that same energy. I feel like May would also be wary of the doctor initially. But slowly grow to appreciate and adore his kindness and whimsy, slowly also growing her skills quickly and growing her own confidence in those skills. She would absolutely match the doctor's sass and break away from his orders if she knows that it would be for the best. Don't get me started on the fact that May would also become a solo traveler in a stolen Tardis if given the option, making sure to visit her folks now and again, potentially giving Harry trips across the stars.  

Chris:

Luke Smith; Sarah Jane Smiths Child 

This is not at all self-indulgent from the fact that I see Eddie as Sarah Jane Smith I have no idea what you are talking about.... But seriously, we all know that Christopher is extremely intelligent and sweet. I don't think he would be allowed to make it through actual TARDIS travel whether that be the doctor knowing that lifestyle wouldn't suit Chris well or Eddie hard stopping any of that talk. You can make parallels between Christophers disability and how Luke also deals with his being alien. Wanting to do the same things as the other kids, both parents saying they can and are just like the other kids, but both learning and dealing with the fact that they both are in fact different. Both though are wingman's to their respective parents and are usually the ones to figure things out. I see Chris just looking at Eddie as he solves how to stop an invasion like, ‘what, it's obvious?’.  

Thank you for indulging my brain rot once again 

[leviadraws]

What would you think about the Kisaragi foundation if the entire gang survived DRA? Like the one image Linuj made.

Personally I think Mitch would get kicked out. Immediately.

I think about this a suprising amount, what if they all lived and had a The Office style sitcom/drama /lh

This is real long, I went a little crazy, obvs DRA/SDRA2 spoilers so under the cut

If they all got their memories back I might give him a week for that apparent off-screen character development /lh perhaps they keep him around just so Tsurugi can keep an eye on him/drop him in a jail cell.

If timeline AU is like one of my favourite AUs in DRA, especially if we say Utsuro/Akane survive and have the chance at redemption. You still get all the conflict of the setting with the disaster, you have the conflict between Utsuro/Akane v Yamato/Mikako/Tsurugi, some of the survivors potentially meeting their families, and then all of them essentially being thrust into being adults and needing to help provide relief for a ruined world.

I do seem to remember that Linuj has given everyone a role in that scenario, so assuming the wiki is correct we end up with a strike team and an office team (and management I guess, they'd probs be "you should be in the office" but don't).

Office team: - Rei | intel network, imagine like the people who try to predict and prevent terror attacks - Teruya | finance, probs also works with Haru to manage supplies - Mikako | counsellor, also works on all the management stuff that Yamato isn't fixated on, and drags Tsurugi to therapy - Kizuna | receptionist (really Linuj? She'd be a pretty good addition to either Kinji's or Rei's teams, so I'm gonna say she jumps between the two) - Kakeru | company lawyer. I read somewhere that he also helps Teruya with financial law. - Kanata | company medic - Akane | catering/janitor - Satsuki | Linuj has her listed as "welfare" but that sounds like a hr job and we're not doing Satsuki dirty like that? I'd kinda imagine she'd help Mikako with the mental health of survivors, or go with Kinji as like a first response for victims. Strike team: - Kinji | negotiator - Kiyoka | Daredevil? Kinda more pictured her as the support watching through a sniper scope - Mitch (apparently? Who taught him to use a gun??) - Ayame | scout - Haruhiko | getaway driver, somewhere had him listed as haulage so I guess he also manages procuring supplies. That means that providing supplies to peopleis probs the whole sunshine quartet which makes me happy (Haru drives, Satsuki is the main point of contact with survivors, Teruya manages cost/procurement, Kiyoka acts as security).

Management: - Yamato | Head - Tsurugi | Second-in-command - Yuuki/Utsuro (except if this is IF, he'd probably be monitored for a real long time/essentially a prisoner. He'd have a lot of redeeming to do to be trusted by Yamato again).

So like, first off the dynamic is a lot more balanced, since Yamato acts as Tsurugi's tether to stop him going off the edge, and with a larger more trusted team it's less likely that Rei and Teruya would need to go out on missions as much, which in turns puts less of the stress on them.

I feel like out of all of them, Kakeru has the most work on his plate. It's easy to ignore laws in your favour when society has all but collapsed and I can totally see Tsurugi, Rei, and potentially Yamato wanting to just side step some laws to get things done easier. He really has to put his foot down, because /no/ catching the bad guys is not worth becoming the bad guys. He gets a real headache after the strike team goes on missions as all the collateral means more paperwork.

Likewise Kanata has the problem of half the team disregard their physical health and the other half disregard their mental health. Sometimes it's better and sometimes people wonder if she'll just snap and kill them all /lh. She does get to work with her dad tho, which helps a ton. When they find Midori, she helps Kakeru keep an eye on her condition.

Yamato spends a lot of the early days working to remove the memory wipe on everyone, and reversing the side effects on Mikako and himself. The effects were disabled in IF due to the device Yuuki pressed, but there's no guarantee that effect will last. I'm gonna say for this that it does revert, but Yamato still has good motor function, so for a while he communicates via sign language and a whiteboard he hangs around his neck. He becomes friends with Kiyoka this way, as she has poor hearing from years of shooting without proper safety equipment and is the one who teaches him JSL.

I'm not sure how morally grey the og Kisaragi foundation was, since our narrator on it (Teruya) was kinda unreliable. They're kinda in a difficult situation anyways, they want to save people as a priority but also they need money/resources, which means they'll need to work with anyone they can, especially in the early days of the tragedy. I'd like to think that a lot of their income comes from creating and distributing anti-monokuma tech like the railgun Yamato has in chapter 0.

Kakeru + Teruya would definitely catch Tsurugi if he attempted something like what he did with Syobai in SDRA2, and in this timeline it's not a certain that Tsurugi regresses to his old ways. I think he's not in a good place after shooting Akane, but he's not past the point of no return.

Something I do wanna talk about is that the strike team has Kinji and then one braincell between the other four?? I guess Tsurugi and Yamato (and possibly Rei) will go too just to have some planning and thinking amongst the team /lh Going back to the actual question, perhaps they take Mitch for him to be cannon fodder in missions and then he just gets patched up again when they get back lol. Haru gets really annoyed when people bleed all over his car/van/helicopter.

One last thing, they figure out pretty quickly that they can't really imprison Utsuro/Akane since the moment Utsuro just thinks about leaving a string of events will happen like a Rube Goldberg machine and he'll just walk out and get a sandwich or something. So, they just kinda work with his mental health and try to help him and Akane through their despair. It's a lot on Mikako, but she wanted to give him a chance back then and she wants to see that through.

I'm not sure how they'd eventually interact with VOID, I think Mikado would still be obsessed with him, but I think the other voids would be happy with their luck still in effect.

Right, I could keep talking about them but I'm gonna stop there, if you read this far - congrats!

[bl00d-3-red]

The Spectator’s relationships with the Gotham Rouges Part 2

Deathstroke: One Sided. Deathstroke hates The Spectator. They're an annoying towards him and only him. No one believes Slade when he says they poke and prod at him, telling terrible dad jokes and throwing pebbles at him when possible. And the fact that they know who he was before Deathstroke, they have that information, oh dear God, it irks his soul. He is counting the days that they get a price on their head. Meanwhile, The Spectator likes seeing him livid. Going to go bug Slade is their stress relief.

Deadshot: One Sided. Literally only two assassins actually tolerate The Spectator's prescience and Floyd is not one of them either. He is more on the side of being ticked off that there has been multiple times where someone hired them to find out who killed someone, which caused his code to be broken. Hitmen aren't supposed to tell who they killed and she forced that code to be broken more than once, causing trouble for him. The Spectator think they're just doing their job, which they are. In fact, they get annoyed and always point out to Floyd that they could have said that it was Floyd Lawton who killed that political figure, not Deadshot. But they would never seeing as that might but his daughter in danger,

Killer Croc: Mutual Respect. Waylon and The Spectator don't come into contact much, but he is thankful that they don't treat him as the monster he looks like he is. The Spectator surprisingly enough makes sure that teenagers don't go down into the sewers to harass him and sometimes even brings him little gifts.

King Shark: Friendship. Nanaue loves hanging out with The Spectator and telling them about his time in Hawaii. The Spectator brings him books and small gifts just as they do with Waylon and despite the fact that Nanaue is over 2 feet taller than them, they defend the man(shark) with their life. Kind of a "HE ASKED FOR PICKLES!!!" situation.

Professor Pyg: Hatred. Lazlo wants to "make them beautiful" and The Spectator hates him with a burning passion. Actually, The Spectator refuses to be in the same room as him and the one time they shared a jail cell together, The Spectator would beg and cry to the officers to let them out while staying on the opposite side of the cell from him, rattling the bars.

Bane: Mutual Respect. Eduardo respects the fact that Spectator is a fantastic P.I and likes to hire them from time to time. Spec actually likes working for him seeing as he's respectful and pays pretty well.

Ra's al Ghul: Hatred. Ra's thinks that Spec is unprofessional and inexperienced, not to mention wasting their potential on something as little as Private Investigation. Spectator actually believes that he's kind of haughty.

Clayface: Friendship. Basil enjoys the fact that The Spectator is a theater nerd. They would gladly sit for hours and just talk about their favorite shows and movies, recommending something to the other. The Spectator is the same.

Black Mask: Frenemies. Roman finds some grace in them and admires their mask, finding them similar to a Yokai. He admires their skills and hires their quite often. They find him annoying and can't stand his constant need to be the center of attention.

Firefly: One-Sided. Garfield doesn't really mind Spec, but Spec hates him with a burning passion after the one time he burned down their apartment with valuable information inside.

Mr. Freeze: Friends/one-sided crush. Victor can't exactly experiment on them because he has no clue what they even are or if they're even human, but whoever they are, they're respectful, they stay out of his way, and they sometimes come over and assist with his journey for finding a cure for his wife. Spec adores his accent and secretly believes that if he wasn't fighting for a cure to save his terminally ill wife, she would probably shoot their shot with him. They think he is the perfect husband, and while they may have a small crush on hi, they would never get in the way of him and Nora. Instead, they simply help out where they can and come back with possible ways that could save his wife because in the end, Spec just wants to see him happy and if him being happy is with his wife, they're aye-okay with that.

Victor Zsasz: Frenemies. Victor is probably the only(cannon) hitman that will tolerate Spec considering that fact that most hate them simply because they know to much. Nonetheless, he doesn't just like to be around them, he likes to irritate the living hell out of them. "What are you , a furry?" "What's wrong with your legs, did somebody break them?" "If you know everything and are the best professional rat, does that mean you know that you look like an idiot in that costume?" "Can you read minds? Is that how you get your information? What number am I thinking of?" those sorts of things, just to get a reaction out of them. Spec, doesn't really care for him and actually tends to smack Victor upside the head for each stupid comment, which essentially eggs him on further.

[microwave-core]

Yo, that Leon post was LEGENDARY, dude!!! If I kindly asked you to make the NSFW version of that, would you? 🥺🥺🥺

I can try, however I SUCK at writing smut. Dog-shit at it. We're talking my immortal levels of writing. I'm also very boring and don't have single dominant bone in my body. That being said, editing and refining goes a long way, so I'll try my best.

Starting off, he's a bit inexperienced, which I mentioned previously. He hasn't been in many relationships, much less been intimate, and he doesn't fuck without feelings. Prefers to take things slow and can get overwhelmed easily at first. That being said, he's a quick learner.

In general, I'd say Leon is a soft dom. He's caring and doting, if not a little shaky at first, but he learns quickly. He's kind of an unstoppable force in his regular everyday life, so being dominant comes naturally to him. Could totally be on the submissive side, though, especially if he's tired.

He's normally gentle, but he can also be rough. His touches aren't always feather light and experimental. If asked, or if he's just stressed out and/or pent up, he can be more aggressive. Normally, he lets off steam during a workout, but, hey, if it works it works.

Very attentive lover. He likes to take his time learning the ins and outs of what his partner does and doesn't like. From their big kinks down to which spots make them sigh in content when kissed. Willing to experiment, but has certain lines that he won't cross.

Big on praise. He wants to know he's doing a good job, that he's a good boy, and loves to return the favor. On the other hand, he hates being degraded. He's a bit insecure, honestly, so being insulted just kind of hurts. Kills his mood. If asked, he can try to degrade his partner, but he's not very good at it. He doesn't want to be mean to someone he loves so much, even if they're literally asking for it.

Speaking of things he isn't a fan of: pain. Leon has no real interest in being hurt, nor does he want to hurt anyone else. Boy is strong, so he's sure to be careful, even when he's being rough. At most, he could potentially be convinced to do some light choking, but even that might be a bit too much for him. He can leave marks, sure, but that doesn't mean he needs to inflict actual pain, right? Also, hates having his hair pulled, his scalp is very sensitive.

Okay, last "things I think Leon wouldn't be into", bare with me. He's not into anything remotely public. The rush he feels in public is not that of excitement, but that of pure dread and panic. He has a reputation, if anyone found out, he would die from sheer embarrassment, mainly because his family would find out. He'd never be able to look his mum in the eyes again out of pure shame.

He's much more lenient with nudes, even if leaks can happen. It would still give him a heart attack if anyone found out, but it's far more socially acceptable to be found exchanging steamy pics with your lover than fucking in public. Tends to lean more on the side of thirst trap then full on nudity. Wouldn't make a sex tape.

Doesn't usually jack off. Doesn't usually feel the need to. He has other outlets for stress relief that get the job done better. That being said, he is considerably needier when he's in a proper relationship, but, even then, it's still not often. He'd rather wait to get off with his partner then do it alone, at that point.

We're far enough in the post where I can just be honest. The first thing that I thought of when I read your ask, anon, is that Leon eats an insane amount of pussy. And he'd also suck an insane amount of dick. He's Mr. Bi King, after all. He just really likes giving head and is incredible at it to boot. Receiving isn't his favorite thing, though. It's not that he doesn't like it, of course he likes it, it just makes him feel a bit awkward.

Slight oral fixation.

The other thing that came to mind is that he has a breeding kink. I completely forgot to put it on the main post, but Leon really wants a big family one day. He loves kids, he's great with them, and is all around family oriented. And so, the thought of starting a family gets him off. Like, a lot. It's a little embarrassing for him to admit that, though. It doesn't even matter if he can get his partner pregnant or not, honestly. At the end of the day, it's about the sentiment.

Also, slight pregnancy kink. It just goes hand in hand with the above.

Aftercare king. At the end of the day, Leon is a very sweet and caring person, so it only makes sense to clean his lover up in the afterglow. He's all about gentle touches and massages for bruised marks and tender skin. Whether he runs a bath or settles for a wash cloth is entirely dependent on how tired he is. Cuddling and pillow talk is an absolute must.

In terms of stamina, he's pretty decent, and can usually push two or three rounds if he paces himself properly. He likes to edge himself, though, so he tends to last for awhile.

His dick is thick and so are his fingers. Do with this information as you will.

[cynicalrainbows]

The scene between young Lydia and Alpha in the rehab centre is so poignant and Samantha Morton does such an amazing job with the protraying so much with so little: the absolute joy and relief she feels when Lydia shows some spirit and says she wants to be strong- she's been holding up her pre-apocalypse role of being momma even though it's clearly always felt like a bad fit and chafes even worse when everything is so different and also having to deal with the stress of keeping alive her young child and the idea that now she might be able to lose some of that burden, that Lydia might become less of a liability and more of an asset, might toughen up into the sort of person who might actually survive.... God she's so happy, she's so relieved-

And I fully believe that her line about leaving Lydia behind is a test. It's true but it's also a sort of....induction into this brave new world that Alpha thinks Lydia is now going to become a part of: you're going to toughen up and part of that is accepting that people who aren't tough get left behind and I don't want to have to do that so you NEED to be strong-

And then the hardening-up of her face when Lydia understandably panics and begs Alpha not to leave her- the realisation and disappointment that no, actually that little flash of spirit was just that- a little flash, not actually indicative of the big change Alpha wants and that while Lydia says she wants to be strong, she's still scared, she's still weak...and she's still going to continue being the child that she was five minutes ago.

And the disappointment also of realising that even if Lydia SAYS she wants to be like Alpha, the fact that she immediately after tells Alpha she loves her just shows that she absolutely isn't like her at all. You can SEE the disappointment in her face- You say you want to be like me? You don't know me at all if you're still saying things like that.

And Alpha's refusal to go back- like in that moment of happiness she saw potential for how things could be if Lydia WAS truly like her and now even if Lydia has disappointed her, it's too late: she's not going to step back into being mommai anymore, with the old-world expectation and obligation that the word holds, and Lydia is just going to have to deal with it.

[fusion-ego]

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sick of the drama that always ends up happening at this job man

like i love this job cuz it's easy and cuz i enjoy being able to at least be Helpful Person-Adjacent, but i am so. SO. sick of all this stupid shit happening

like i bitched at length to my friends about it already this last week so i'm not going into it now on a tumblr post but to condense it all we'll just say that i have a blood feud with the assistant director now (who is 70 and woefully unqualified for the job, something that could have been avoided if they had just hired me for the role when i was interested in it and already doing the work anyway), half the board has beef with one the residents over a letter she wrote in order to vent, i'm now working 4 days a week instead of 3 because the old saturday employee got fired for missing like half her scheduled work days (because she's like 60 and has been sick off and on) since march and i already agreed to take it in case this happened, and now we have a resident who is CONVINCED the rules do not apply to her who i just do not want to fucking deal with except i'm going to have to explain the confrontation we had last night to my relief today and potentially get in trouble for cowing to the resident because i didnt want to deal with her

i'm overnight staff now which means my wheelhouse is just watching the shelter at night and for the last WEEK every single shift i have worked has had some kind of drama attached to it! something i thought i left behind when i QUIT and got myself the fuck out of the administrative portion of this job, except apparently not, because everyone always gets me involved

is it so much to ask that when i am already not doing well mentally, i get to actually have a few of my cherished quiet shifts?

you know, the shifts i would normally be having, where i get to work at like 9:45PM, i maybe say hi to a resident or two, i get updated on the general lack of information for the day, and i speak to no one else at all until the residents start getting out of bed around 6:00AM?? the shifts i actually like working because they don't stress me out or land me in fight mode because some entitled-ass woman decided to call me 'little girl' to my face while threatening to call the cops if i didn't let her go out to smoke after curfew?

[davidwillam]

Emotional Freedom Technique

The emotional Freedom Technique (EFT) is a form of alternative therapy that combines elements of cognitive therapy and acupressure to help individuals release negative emotions and limiting beliefs. EFT is based on the premise that negative emotions are caused by a disruption in the body's energy system and that tapping on specific points on the body can restore the flow of energy and help individuals achieve emotional balance.

EFT was developed in the 1990s by Gary Craig, who was inspired by the work of Dr. Roger Callahan, a psychologist who developed a technique called Thought Field Therapy (TFT). TFT involved tapping on specific acupressure points while thinking about a particular issue, and Craig refined this technique to create EFT.

EFT involves tapping on specific acupressure points while focusing on a negative emotion or belief. The tapping is done with the fingertips, and the points are located on the face, hands, and torso. As the individual taps on these points, they also repeat a statement that acknowledges their negative emotion or belief, such as "Even though I feel anxious about my job, I deeply and completely accept myself."

The tapping and repeating of the statement are repeated several times while the individual focuses on their negative emotion or belief. As they tap, they may begin to experience a shift in their emotions or feel a sense of release.

EFT has been used to treat a wide range of emotional issues, including anxiety, depression, phobias, and post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). It has also been used to help individuals overcome limiting beliefs and achieve their goals. tes.best

There is some evidence to suggest that EFT may be an effective therapy for certain emotional issues. A 2016 meta-analysis of 20 studies found that EFT was effective in reducing symptoms of anxiety, depression, and PTSD. Another study found that EFT was as effective as cognitive-behavioral therapy (CBT) in treating anxiety.

While EFT may be effective for some individuals, it is important to note that it is not a substitute for medical or psychological treatment. Individuals who are experiencing severe emotional distress or who have a history of trauma should seek professional help.

One of the benefits of EFT is that it can be easily learned and practiced on one's own. There are many resources available online, including instructional videos and written guides, that can help individuals learn the technique.

EFT can also be used in combination with other therapies, such as CBT and mindfulness-based therapies. In fact, some therapists use EFT as a tool to help clients access their emotions and process their experiences in a safe and supportive environment.

In addition to its potential therapeutic benefits, EFT is also relatively inexpensive and non-invasive. Unlike some other forms of therapy, such as medication or invasive procedures, EFT does not have any significant side effects or risks.

Despite its growing popularity, there are still some who remain skeptical of EFT and its effectiveness. Some critics argue that the technique is based on unproven theories about the body's energy system and that there is little scientific evidence to support its use.

While more research is needed to fully understand the mechanisms behind EFT, there is some evidence to suggest that the technique may be effective for certain emotional issues. Individuals who are interested in trying EFT should do so under the guidance of a trained practitioner or with the support of a qualified therapist.

Overall, EFT is a promising form of alternative therapy that may offer some relief for individuals struggling with emotional issues. By tapping into the body's energy system, EFT can help individuals release negative emotions and limiting beliefs, leading to a greater sense of emotional balance and well-being.

[allxthingsxglxtter]

Look who just woke up- is that CHARLIE GILLESPIE? No, I must have been mistaken that’s TEDDY LUPIN from HARRY POTTER. I heard he is 19 and stuck here just like everyone else. Even in the 20’s, they still give off HAIR COLOR CHANGING ON A WHIM, WANTING TO MAKE THE FAMILY PROUD, CASUAL FLIRTATIONS AND EASY SMILES impression. They’re known to be quite PLAYFUL but have a tendency to be AIMLESS on their bad days

Gender/Pronouns

He/Him

How long have they been in Sydney?

He’s been in Sydney for two years

Job

He works as an aide at Weirdsister and is studying at University of Sydney

Which suburb do they live in?

While Teddy does have a dorm room, he spends most of his nights on various relatives couches.  Or with whoever’s decided to take him home for the night

Memories of their real life :

Teddy has no real memories of his parents, but that’s not to say he didn’t know them.  From an early age he remembers his grandmother and Uncle Harry telling him about his mom and dad, and how incredible they were.  How much they loved him and how they’d fought and died to make the world he lived in a better place.  The stories he was told about his grandfather, his namesake Ted and what a good man he was.  How much he He remembers the nervous looks he got occasionally when he was young, hie family watching for signs of lycanthropy and letting out a sigh of relief when there were none.  How they would smile when his hair changed color with his mood, or his eyes changed color to reflect theirs when he was happy to see them.  He remembers a happy childhood full of people who loved him, and cousins to grow up around, somewhat filling the loss he felt sometimes at not having his mother and father alive.  

When it came his time to go to Hogwarts, Teddy was pleased to be sorted into Hufflepuff, the same house as his mother.  He loved learning, but he really loved being around his classmates, a friendly boy and easy-going with most anyone.  There were still jerks at Hogwarts of course, but Teddy quickly learned that a prank or a smart retort was enough of a defense despite how much he wanted to punch some of the various kids who made sideways comments about his werewolf father.  Teddy got great marks in most all of his classes, and found he breathed a little easier when comments about him being smart like his father were made.  

While it was a lot, Teddy never got upset about being compared to his parents.  They were brilliant, and if he could be anything like them he would be.  But as he got older and the end of his career at Hogwarts started approaching he was realizing he had absolutely no idea what he wanted to do with his life.  And it had to be something important, right?  His parents had died so he could live free and do great things so, he couldn’t just be an aimless hobo.  It was something Teddy stressed about, and going into his last year at Hogwarts it just got worse, having no job he really wanted to go for.  He was still a stellar student, made Head boy in that last year, and if anyone asked what he was going to do after school he just said he was going to work for the Ministry. By the time he’d finished his time at Hogwarts, he just started taking every entrance exam he could possibly need for practically any job he could want, which was essentially just an extension of his schooling until he was approached to join the Unspeakables, just as an aide.  He’d shown enough intelligence and potential that they wanted him working in the Department of Mysteries, though no one would officially know that.  He’d be testing the boundaries of magic, and trying to understand it’s origins, at least once he was experienced enough.  It’d be nothing truly hands on for a few years, but it was too big of an opportunity to pass up. 

He didn’t particularly like not being able to talk about his job, or really about where he worked in general, just sticking with “the Ministry” excuse like he’d done in school.  However he didn’t really get time to adjust to it, having only been working for a few months when suddenly he woke up in Sydney with none of his family or loved ones, and a whole new world to navigate.  

What was their fake life like?

TBD. (his older brother is Jonathan Harker.) 

[imagines-mha]

💋brutally honest advice based on who you kin / your favourite hq character 💋

💌 i’ve been MIA from this blog for so long lmao 😭 happy summer kiddos

Daichi- sometimes its okay to take breaks and enjoy yourself!! I know you are the reliable friend and i know you love to think your life has linear direction but baby!! You are young!! Enjoy yourself and go fucking crazy every once in a while!! you dont need to be mature 24/7!!

Suga- bro as a suga kinnie im so fucking sorry. You know you’re hot- im so glad you do, but start treating yourself like it!! Its one thing to be sweet to everyone and lift them up but another to do it in place of caring for yourself! Its unsexy to neglect your own needs. Drink some water. I love u.

Asahi- are you in therapy? No? Maybe you should look into that… please stop being afraid of taking up space. U are an angel and everything you say is 100% worthy, interesting and valid. Its alright to be anxious and stay inside sometimes too- do what makes YOU happy, but take care of yourself too okay

Noya- YES i love ur energy but PLEASE STOP NEGLECTING RESPONSIBILITY!!! I mean this from a place of sweetness in my HEART i love you so much and i know youre gonna regret not making that phonecall/doing that essay in the long run. The sooner you do it the sooner its over.

Tanaka- being the comic relief friend is not a full time job my love. Its okay to have your off days- if you were happy 24/7 you would be a robot. Are u a robot? No u arent. I love u. Also please drink some water

Ennoshita- yes i know gifted kid burnout shit is hard i know but do you know how proud everyone is of you? Sometimes you need to take a little step back from life and just inhale, and then exhale again. You dont have to be productive to be successful. I love u

Kageyama- stop clenching your jaw/ tensing your eyebrows right now. Also relax your shoulders. You arent going anywhere bby. I know you hate it when people look at you, but it doesnt always mean theyre out to get you. You are loved, and you have the potential to be loved by everyone- rbf or not

Hinata- i think nows the time you start to stand up for yourself when people call you annoying/ ignore your ideas. I know you just wanna do what makes everyone happy ,and you dont mind when people use you as the butt of the joke, but you deserve sm more than that. Also have a good cry every once in a while

Tsukki- bro its okay to show emotion do you know that? I rlly hope you know that. I know you were raised in an environment that stunted that for you. Now its okay to breathe and its okay to love and its okay to cry. You dont have to feel guilty for it. You dont have a limited stock of tears. I know you like to be chill all the time but youre neglecting ur emotional needs bb

Yamaguchi- you need to look at yourself and say im proud of you. Also, stop comparing yourself to your friends. I know you feel like you’ll always be behind your peers because of your younger years but the only person you need to focus on is you. You’re the only person you’ve got for the rest of your life- so love yourself <3

Kuroo- i know you love to pick your friends up, i really do. You’re an angel and youre the friend everyone loves and needs. But you run away from your own issues way too much. You probably have like 3538 hobbies and thats great!! But you need a self care day, and maybe to confront your demons so they dont outrun you. Love u

kenma - open your curtains and let some sunlight in. also drink water. The sanctity of your bed s lovely, i know, but its okay to sit outside and just take in your surroundings every once in a while. Its also okay to have “childish” hobbies. Stuffed animals? Animal crossing? Thats fucking hot babe dont feel embarrassed for it

Lev- write things down. Literally make reminders on your phone and stop being late to everything. I know you dont mean it and i know you hate taking responsibility for your actions but PLEASE itll save you sm stress. Also stop feeling bad because you lack common sense. Its sexy.

Bokuto- validation from friends is really fun but sometimes its even better to validate yourself!! Instead of asking what people would think of you, look in the mirror and tell yourself you are a fucking hot bitch. also , never stop validating your friends. They love it, even if they pretend they dont

Akaashi- the weight of the world is not yours to bear my love. I love the way you romanticise the little things in life like books and music, but remember that its okay to have lazy days too. You dont always have to be aesthetically pleasing to survive. Also, accept affection from your friends. They adore you.

Konoha- bb u need to breathe. You dont have a time limit to do everything on your bucketlist. You dont have to go out every night to have a good social life. You constantly feel like you need to have the cookie cutter teenage life, ad beat yourself up when you miss the mark. But honestly? Noone has that life. Its a societal construct. Work at ur own pace

Oikawa- go to therapy. I dont know how many times you need to hear this but you dont need to be perfect all the time. I know you dont believe me but im so serious. Also, not everyones out to hurt you. You dont need to prove youre better than people- theres room at the top for everyone. Just prove that you’re good enough for yourself

Iwa- showing affection doesnt make you weak!! Also, you should take up a hobby to deal with those anger issues you may or may not have. You bottle your emotions up then act surprised when they explode. This is not healthy behaviour bb, remember that you are loved even if you show love through eye-rolls and playful smacking

Mattsun- first of all if you kin mattsun DM me immediately and ill sort the wedding. Second of all, your life isnt gonna write itself bb. I know you love to “go with the flow of things” but sometimes you gotta steer the wheel yourself to get that perfect life youre trying to manifest. Also, please dont do drugs. I know you want to, but please dont. I love u

Makki- stop joking about yur unresolved traumas and face them like a bad bitch, i know your cool, i know your hot and i know your fashion sense is off the fucking charts but oh my GOD you need to confront your issues ASAP before they throw you into a breakdown

Kunimi- i know you thought you’d be dead by now and you’re living life on autopilot bc you have no idea what to do with it but babe. You made it this far. Look at you. Im so proud of you and you should be so proud of you too. Youve got this more than anyone. Dont give up now and stay safe

Futakuchi- you are so sexy i know but you are literally 1 step away from turning into a train wreck. I know adrenaline is hot and i know you like to pretend you dont care about life but oh my god. Please dont text your ex. Please dont do that dangerous thing that could get you in trouble. breATHE BABE

Aone - you are a strong believer that a hug from this man could cure your depression. Me too. Maybe invest in a djungelsnog bear from ikea. Surround yourself with stuffed animals and soft things and never stop being kind to people.

Koganegawa- never stop trying to befriend people!! If people think you’re weird for it then that just shows how close minded they are. You are so approachable and people appreciate you so much. Also, the most trustworthy person in the world. Treat yourself to chicken nuggets every once in a while.

Ushijima- its okay to take breaks. Yes you’re deadset on your goals and yes you’re successful as hell, but sometimes a night off with a friend or family is all you need. You close yourself off and noone really knows what to say to you bc of it. Its okay to share your personality- it doesnt make you weak

Tendou- people who look at you weird are cowards. Youre hot. You show support to your friends to make up for the lack of support people showed you when you were younger. I know you think you’ve never moved on from your past but i swear you have. Such a cool person. I love u

Semi- add my number and date me. Tumblr 2014 is your comfort zone and you probably developed serious issues cus of it. Please stop romanticising your sadness and going back to that time period everytime you need a coping mechanism.

Goshiki- ik you have a praise kink but you need to praise urself baby. You are doing a good job!! Your hard work is enough, even if it doesnt pay off! Youre so resilient and you try so hard, it makes you the best person to be around. You have nothing to prove to anyone, i swear

Atsumu- stop trying to be funny it doesnt work no im jk. Who cares if people dont like you? Who cares if you embarrass yourself in public/? YOU SHOULDNT. You dont have to be a pillar of friendship or reliability for everyone, and you dont have to wear a happy mask all the time. Let yourself fall down sometimes

Osamu- you like to be taken care of and you deserve it so much. Sometimes you have no motivation for anything at all and thats okay!! People grow at different rates- let your independence guide you to where you need to be. Dont take shit from anyone

Kita- your soul is literally like a lake on a summers day. You are so kind, so patient, so peaceful and so supportive… to everyone but yourself. You need to treat yourself like you treat everyone else, and stop letting people walk all over you because you see the good in them smh

Suna- its okay to be soft. Being soft is strong as hell sometimes babe. You love to laugh at your friends and act unbothered about things concerning you, but sometimes you cry in the middle of the night. Thats cool. Thats fine. Do something that thrills you- like a rollercoaster or going out at night. Feel that dopamine rush baby 😎

Terushima- let down your walls babe. I know youre flirty and hot, but you also wanna be held and thats cool too. Also maybe make a to do list. Having fun is all you need, but sometimes you want a deep talk at 2am on a rooftop. You are complex. That is okay. That is hot

Sakusa- you overthink everything and worry that what you said or did to someone wasnt enough, or was hurtful in any way. People love you for how you are- quirks and everything. You excite hot energy and like to do things alone. Thats hot. Who cares if you get judged?

[kamotoshi]

worrying their baby hates them [hcs]

anon said: Can you please write a hc for jjk (including nanami please)guys as DADS!!!!!! The idea I have in mind is like you just had a new born baby & the baby keeps crying at like 3am and so they get up to check on the baby but it won’t stop crying so they frustrated/confused as to why their own child doesn’t like them! So then y/n comes catches them being so cute and fluffy and they are like ok bby chill no need to be frustrated the baby loves you 🥺🥺 and its just cute and fluffy 🥲🥲 thank you 💜

fran says: omg pls this is so soft and ofc we love nanami for this 🥺 since I narrow my hc reqs down to two characters, I'm choosing naoya as the second jjk dad for this req hehe. thanks for sending :) and I hope I understood the prompt correctly! I might’ve run away with it as I tend to do lol

pairings: dad! nanami kento, dad! zen’in naoya; fem mom! reader

genre: fluff, reverse comfort

warnings: if you’re not a fan of lil babes (particularly newborns) n lil babe stuff in general, this work may not be for you!

notes: nanami has a son and naoya has a daughter bc it’s what the heart wanted. also. this is v soft

✧ nanami is a v responsible and doting dad who does whatever he can to support you n the lil babe. so when he hears your newborn cryin in the middle of the night, he’s up and ready to handle the situation

✧ naturally, he runs through the potential situations in his head of what could be bothering his lil baby as he goes to lift him out of the crib so he can figure out how to help. but there’s nothing clearly wrong and the crying just does not subside, even after nanami walks around the room for a lil bit with him in his arms and tries his best to calm him down

✧ the longer the baby cries, the more worried he becomes that a) you’ll have to wake up and come into the nursery to sort things out, and that b) his baby just doesn’t even like his dear dad that much. either way, he’s v tired n stressed

✧ when you wander into the room, rubbing your weary eyes, you can see the look of disappointment and failure clearly present on his face and sit down beside him to help him out

✧ as soon as you hold your son in your arms, the tears start to subside, but nanami’s worries only deepen since he’s now entirely convinced that his own child hates his guts. and for what? he’d taken care of him and was helping raise him! he wants answers!!

✧ you know how frustrated he must be with himself, so, after the baby’s calmed down again, you place him back in nanami’s arms n start cooing sweetly to him in the hopes he chills out

✧ there’s this long moment of tension during which nanami waits for the baby to start crying again since he’s got this look of uncertainty in his lil eyes like he’s just as confused as nanami is

✧ but thankfully, he reaches up to place his lil hand on nanami’s nose and open his mouth in awe (nanami’s wondering what’s so curious abt his nose). In response, he presses a couple kisses against his son’s cheek that make him smile, and suddenly all is well. baby is content and no longer crying, nanami is happy, mission accomplished!!

✧ “see? you have nothing to worry about, baby,” you reassure him and peck his cheek, “he was just being a bit picky. he loves you very much, I’m sure.”

✧ he pulls you closer for a kiss and gently places your newborn back in his crib when he finally drifts back off to sleep before crawling back into bed with you, wrapping his arms around you, and goin on a lil rant abt how much he loves you and your son until you tell him he needs sleep bc he’s borderline delirious

✧ fatherhood is definitely a bit of an alien concept to him, that’s for sure. but, since you gave birth, the two of you have been learning a lot together

✧ at first, he was a bit slow to get up and tend to your child in the middle of the night since he wasn’t sure what to do, but he learned to figure it out bc he absolutely did not want his sweet lil wife to be overworked. now, he’s up rather quickly to make sure one of his fav gals is taken care of

✧ he does what he’s been taught to do and checks for any obvious reasons as to why his newborn is so disgruntled that she’s wailing after he lifts her out of the crib. however, when he can’t find an apparent reason, that’s when he starts gettin a lil frustrated with himself. he’s a dad!! he should be able to figure out what’s upsetting his lil girl!! he thinks

✧ the lack of sleep isn’t really helping his thought process either, so he resorts to holding the baby in his arms and cooing and singing to try to calm her down. but ends up mumbling little complaints like, “I know my singing’s not great but really, baby girl?” or trying to reassure her (but more himself) by saying, “don’t worry, your dad’s got this. he’s gonna figure it out. right? right?”

✧ by the time you enter the room, he’s damn near had a breakdown bc he absolutely does not want his sweet lil girl to grow up hating his guts and he wants to be the best dad ever (so he can brag about his family goals to everyone n be like yeah suckers I really do have it all haha)

✧ but you come with his saving grace and the one thing he’d forgotten in his exhaustion: a bottle of milk. he tries to hand the baby over to you, but you give him the bottle instead and drape a burp cloth over his shoulder so he can do it on his own in the name of bonding

✧ once he starts feeding your newborn, the crying comes to an end, and she instead gazes up at naoya with wide, delighted eyes while she sips. he breathes out a deep sigh of relief when he moves her to his shoulder and rubs her back for a bit

✧ since you know he was definitely stressing before you intervened, you give him some comforting words n kisses. “she was just a little hungry, babe. you’re doing a great job and I’m sure she appreciates it. I know I do”

✧ to this he gives you a peck on the forehead before doing the same with your baby once she’s all content and ready to doze off again, and the two of you snuggle while waiting for her to settle

✧ during this time, he ends up falling asleep too and you admire the sight of both of them snoozin together before putting your daughter back in her crib and leading naoya back to bed, where he murmurs sweet nothings into the crown of your head until both of you knock out for what you hope is the rest of the night

[juniperhillpatient]

The Avatar State Re-Watch

Watching this episode is really stressful because I have to pretend I care about what's happening in the plot & with all the characters as if it's not the episode when my personal Blorbo of All Time is introduced.

(Yes I got excited about the flashback, & the end of Book 1 as well. Her Royal Highness Princess Azula is just that special that she gets three Offical Introductions™ okay)

Anyway...

Okay, so, the Gaang is heading for Omashu where Aang is planning to learn earth bending from King Bumi. That's when we meet one of the most unpleasant side characters of the show. Boo, Fong, me & all my homies hate Fong. Right after we learn about the nightmares that Aang is having about the power he wielded during the Siege of the North Part 2 while in the Avatar State/soul bonding with the ocean spirit, this asshole uses peer pressure to try to force Aang into the Avatar State again to defeat Ozai.

I had honestly forgotten that the show does a decent job of exploring Aang's fears regarding his own power. This episode is where we see that he's becoming affected not just by the burden of his responsibility, but by fear of what he's capable of. A big criticism I've had so far along this re-watch is that the Gaang is continuously responsible for the deaths of Fire Nation soldiers - 'Imprisoned,' 'The Northern Air Temple,' & 'The Siege of the North Part 2,' are the biggest examples so far, yet Aang is shocked & horrified at the thought of killing Ozai in Book 3. This is not because I'm on team "Aang should've killed Ozai," again, I just think the show can be hypocritical about the whole "no-kill" rule. That said - I think this episode comes close to handling the issue well, & it certainly does a good job of exploring Aang's inner motivations & fears. Aang is terrified of the amount of power he wields, & not just because of this great responsibility he has, but because the Avatar State can be quite destructive. He's having nightmares about what he did during 'The Siege of the North Part 2,' he's struggling with reconciling this scary destructive force with his own nature as a pacifist, & also just a kid.

Katara & Aang's conflict in this episode is pretty engaging because both sides make sense. While Aang ultimately realizes that 1. Fong is an insane asshole & 2. Fong is wrong that the Avatar State is the only way to win this war - it makes sense for him to consider Fong's arguments at the start. After all, on a logical basis, they are running out of time for Aang to learn the four elements. On Katara's side, we have her knowledge that discipline & hard work are the way to master the elements & her care for Aang as a person, not just the Avatar. It's a well-done conflict & we ultimately realize that Aang needs to master the elements on his own. Oh, & we get the fun little info from Rokku about the Avatar's potential destruction. I'm sure that won't be important later! I'll be honest, I don't love what they did with Sokka in this episode. After a lot of development in Book 1 & experiencing a devastating loss in the season finale, Sokka is back to being the comedic relief with no real inner conflict of his own as of this episode which is a bit disappointing. I did like him bonking Fong on the head though.

So, Book 2 has a new villain to be More Eviller & Scarier™ than Zuko & Iroh now that Zhao has been sucked into Hell where he belongs. I'm sure this is a villain I'll be completely normal about. But she sure does have an iconic introduction!

I just feel like Azula's level of badassery can never actually be underappreciated.

The Fire Hazard Siblings reunite in this episode & it's crazy to think that 2 years ago I was watching this cartoon thinking "this is a kinda interesting dynamic, hm" & now I still care a completely normal amount about these dysfunctional evil siblings in a kid's cartoon & I definitely don't spend 28 hours a day 366 days a year thinking about the stupid imperialist family of assholes.

Anyway, Azula shows up & Zuzu is filled with joy to be reunited with his baby sister. Not. Zuko greets Azula with disdain even without knowing her intentions, which is interesting because he's pretty ready to trust her. Iroh is mistrustful from the get-go, which makes a lot of sense because he knows his brother & he knows this probably isn't the reconciliation mission Azula is claiming. Zuko's attitude toward Azula is unrelated to whether he trusts her. We saw in 'The Siege of the North Part 2' that Zuko has a hate boner for *ahem* is harboring a hell of a lot of resentment for his sister. He thinks everything comes easy for her. He sees her as having taken his father's affection, something he is desperate to obtain. So, right off the bat, we have some extremely complicated & fascinating family dynamics at play.

Azula gets a lot of praise for "do the tides command this ship" & she absolutely should because it's an iconic & terrifying introductory speech BUT I think MY personal favorite Azula moment in this episode is when the wool is pulled from Zuko's eyes & he yells "you lied to me!" & she responds "like I've never done that before?"

This is where the mask is lifted - but only partially. Azula isn't one of my favorite characters of all time for nothing - this girl has so many layers to explore. There's the calculated politician who is always playing a mind game & never telling the truth - that's who we see at the start. Then there's the mean & twisted bully who immediately starts insulating & belittling Zuko once the gig is up, playing at his worst insecurities to get under his skin by reminding him that their father sees him as pathetic & a failure. Later, we'll meet the scared & lonely girl hiding deep down, but she's buried pretty deep, so not yet.

Azula & Zuko's fight is just iconic. We get to see both of their fighting styles & how they work against each other as well as Azula using her keen ability to get under Zuko's skin, something only a sibling could do so effectively even after years apart. Zuko is an aggressive fighter, while we see Azula deftly dodging his attacks more often than fighting back, even choosing to scratch him rather than burn him - which is a tiny hint at something more going on under the surface - Azula doesn't want to kill her brother. This claim doesn't come with some great declaration that Azula is actually a softie, I just think that she's an incredibly skilled fighter & it's impressive to see the way she maneuvers to avoid doing worse damage than necessary to Zuko. She wants to take him prisoner, but not strike a killing blow herself.

At the end of the episode, we get a pretty significant moment from Iroh & Zuko. They severe their hair & their ties with the Fire Nation, cutting off their royal headpieces. This represents a pretty huge shift in their role in the story & I'm so excited about re-watching their journey & where they go from here!