#he slept in

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[khaoala]

Khao said in yesterday's live that he's eating healthy(er), going for jogging and going to bed before midnight !! 😯😮😲What happened to our Khao and who is this alien replacing him 🧐🥹

as someone who's the same age as khaotung, i have to say, at some point, things that didn't hurt before start hurting especially when you're a lazy body like him (i'm so serious about this).

i remember when they came to brazil and both first and khao said they were fine with the timezone because they lived in brazil's timezone even when they were in thailand (mind you, that's a 10 hours difference).

it's actually impressive that he's changing lifestyle, and i also think that has a little bit to do with the fact that he now has his own house and has his pets, so it feels like a more grownup life. unfortunately, eating healthy, sleeping well and exercising do improve your health and mood, it's actually kind of ridiculous.

[chloesimaginationthings]

This is definitely canon in poppy playtime

[peanutheaddd]

BABYSITTERXBASS AU BY NYABOSHIIKUN ^_^

[eraserbread]

satoru lovesss his foreign!gf so much it's almost... overstimulating

it’s been two weeks since you’ve seen satoru.

two weeks of good morning and sleep well text threads, two weeks without hearing his thick accent spell out renditions of your name. he calls you whatever he wants now, and you’ve grown to love him.

he shrugged off on some work mission and left you with a kiss on the forehead. you were pissed and confused because you swore he said a few days, not a few weeks. the fucker does this on purpose -- he knows that you yearn for his stupidly comforting presence, now.

who's gonna be there to hold your hand through street festivals, pointing out everything in a way you can understand? who's gonna spell out syllables in your favorite mangas so you can experience it the way he does?

you've let satoru take you on as a dependant. so, that's your excuse for never leaving your house in these weeks, except to work.

when he finally comes home, its with a thick, heavy bang on your door.

you're dead asleep in the back bedroom, hugging your thick pillow to your chest. alternatively, your phone is screaming with lock notifications, warning you that there's someone there. it takes you a solid ten minutes to come to from the sensory overload. and when you finally sit up in bed, you're so high off of sleep that you don't even recognize what you're hearing.

bang, bang, BANG.

then, you snatch up your phone and peek open an eye.

from: satoru! home tonight! (ᵔᗜᵔ) around 10! will let you know when my train stops train is stopping! running home to you

i know you are probably asleep (ᵕ•_•) just didn't want to wait until tomorrow to see you *3 missed calls* from: satoru! if you didn't want to see me... ᴖ̈ you could've just said

it takes you a solid five minutes to absorb the onslaught. then, it dawns on you -- he's here.

satoru is fucking at your door.

you don't think you ever moved so quickly, tossing on a robe and running a hand through your hair. you stop for a second, cupping one over your nose and mouth to assess your sleep breath.

it's actually not too bad, and you doubt satoru would care much. so you spray a mist of perfume on your neck and head to open the door.

you're smling even before his big, lanky body comes into view. he's wearing that same, mysterious uniform, blindfold pushing his hair back on his scalp. it's been ten minutes since he arrived, and even the strongest get weary. two more minutes, and he would've been out of there.

"satoru," you smile, breathless by the look in his eye. he's leaning against the doorframe, his head tucked to compensate for his height. smiling when he sees you again, he turns around to wrap his arms around your waist.

"you were avoiding me?" he teases in your native tongue, lips crossing over yours as he speaks slowly. you shake your head, hands crawling from his shoulders, to the back of his neck.

"you were annoying me," you counter, a similarly mischievous look in your eye. he gasps, then leans to kiss you. it's stupid, but the smile on your face is huge, and you're so happy to see him again. "six texts and three missed calls? so needy."

"ah, you missed me." he's smug, gentle but fearless as he pushes you to the side, reveling in the familiar taste of the air around you. he can smell the promise of food you prepared earlier. he hopes it's something he's never had before, he loves being your taste-tester.

"well, i missed you and your fridge soo much." he's hardly regarding you as you push and lock the door. he's headfirst inside the cool expanse when you turn around, giving him a sideways glance.

of course, your food is his first order of business after being gone for weeks. never mind you, the girl who made the food, to get a fleeting shred of his godly attention. your japanese has been so rusty without him, but you know how much he loves hearing your broken syllables scold him in a way he knew like the back of his hand.

"you haven't eaten in three weeks?"

"two." he emerges with a flushed face and a slice of cheese between his teeth. "what's this?"

"macaroni and cheese."

"woooow, it looks like brick." satoru stands up with the pan in his hands, tossing the top across your counter before reaching in with his bare hands. "this is a weapon, baby."

"can you-" you step to his side, slapping his big hand away. "stop fondling my food. it's only solidified because it's been cold for three days."

gojo places the macaroni back in the pan, then drags his finger across the rippled top. in english he drops his voice sensually and stares right into your eyes, "cheesy."

"i will kill you myself," you reach for an oven mitt, hitting his poking hand with it. "get out of my kitchen. seriously."

he protests, but he's no match for your sage green oven mitt as it comes down on his arms and back. you're trying to push him out, but he's not an easy statue to move. "aww, ba

"no. you're an idiot." you shut him down, more at ease with his presence not floating around your fragile kitchen. you'd make him anything he asks, but you have to do it. for being the strongest, he's so fucking clumsy.

"okay, okay," he gives up, flopping back on your bed. in a passing touch, he opens the top spiraled-gold button on his shirt. "can you bring me some? i promise I'll stop fondling your food, just please?"

standing in front of him, arms crossed with your mitt hanging from your fingers, you try everything not to fall into his mercy. "you could beg a little harder."

satoru gives you a smug little downcast look, sitting back on his hands in a wide spread. you want to dive headfirst into him, but this game of chase was something exciting, something satoru loved and knew he needed.

sometime later, he's got you pinned down in your bed, two fingers deep inside of you as he does everything he can to milk that first orgasm out of you. robe loose and hanging from your skin, you're burying your face in the fabric, tugging at the bed sheets as he leans over the side of your trembling figure.

his hands are so big, they're able to toy with your sensitive clit, kiss the insides of your thigh and crook damn-near five inches of just his fingers right into your crying g-spot. it's a heady feeling, so wicked and familiar that the one thing that could take it over the top, satoru is doing directly in your ear.

"baby~~ m'baby girlll," he's whispering in english, knowing how weak you get when your face goes all hot and flush. his accent does ungodly things to you -- things you'd never admit unless you're being fucked stupid. "cum for me, my sweet..."

"mhmfm, satoru-

"yeah? say my name." he gasps for you, craning his fingers at a sinful crook inside of you. you're drooling mercilessly all over his fingers and wrist, making the slick sounds between your legs heighten tenfold. "sooo wettt."

that fucking does it. his sinful voice, his exact, tiny movements and massages. it makes you crazy. "oh! i'm cummingimummingimcummingimcumming -- satoru!!"

he carries you through it, smirking and full of life as his thick fingertips push and prod at that most sensitive, needy spot inside of you. he's not even close to being done - he wants you to be on the verge of passing out and sobbing for mercy before he finally slips inside of you and carries you to a sensual end.

he counts every time he makes you cum on his fingers with the time passing on the clock, marking the fifth or sixth time with a soft kiss on your cheek.

under him, you're fucking wrecked, hair sticking to sweaty skin, thighs trembling and eyes unable to stop spilling lavacious tears. you're sure that last go around had you squirting all over his skilled fingers, but you were too fucked out and satoru wouldn't say anything until he knows you're alive enough to swallow the embarrassment.

in his own uniform pants, he's been sneaking a hand down there to press and rub off every few minutes, letting your stangled cries do most of the heavy lifting. he's cum untouched by your presence alone a few times, and you hold it over his head like a vice, but he doesn't care. it just shows you how much he needs you -- how much his body ticks for you.

you're limp and panting, thinking the escapade is over and done with when he stands up at the side of the bed, using his clean hand to push his pants down and cock free. he's so wound-tight and sensitive as he gives his little soldier a few tugs to relieve some angst. he's tossing his neck back, rolling it over his shoulders as sexual energy leaks from his glands without mercy.

he knows this is the final round, so he doesn't waste any more time. he's crawling between your spread legs, leaning down to kiss a knee before hovering over you in his favorite, highly intimate position - missionary.

"just this last time, wanted you to be whiny n nice." he's speaking more to himself than to you, but you find a shred of sanity in your head to push out a nod. "there you are. just say my name, baby. it's all I want to hear." he's talking you through it in english, knowing your fucky brain wouldn't be able to translate his comfortable, native japanese. he gets too heady and starts using vowels and honorifics you haven't even heard about.

so when he slides inside of you, completely raw and slick with the pressure of his own need, he's not expecting you to perfectly cry to him in japenese.

"i love you, satoru. so much, satoru. p-please, satoru..."

[gabichanwrites]

Just realized that if only Poseidon went straight to Ithaca and asked for Odysseus, Penelope could do the biggest gamble of them all and get one of the suitors in SUCH DEEP SHIT.

Poseidon: "Odysseus of Ithaca! Tell me this instant where is this mortal who dared to hurt my son and try to lie about his name!

Penelope: ...

Suitors: ....

Penelope: *weaving stops*

Penelope: *pointing right at Antonius* There he is! This one is Odysseus, my husband and king of Ithaca! Please don't sink us, almighty god of the sea!

Antonius: What? I'm not Odysseus, I--

Penelope: Of course he would say that! He's a liar!

Poseidon: *has no reason to not believe her, wipes him out effortlessly*

Then Odysseus comes back like "It's me, Penelope! Your husband!"

Penelope: "No, you're not. From now on your name is Agamemnon the Greater and the new lover I marry to make king."

Odysseus: *grumbling* why after Agamemnon though...

AND HOW WOULD POSEIDON EVER KNOW?!

[desertowlet]

When it comes to studying aboard the Tulpar, I'd like to think Anya assembles the ultimate study playlists and is quite proud of them, (they mainly consist of nature documentary scores such as Blue Planet II and Frozen Planet II) 💙💙💙

Bonus:

[awetfrog]

the twins

[dcxdpdabbles]

DCxDP fanfic idea: Beyond the Grave

Danny Fenton gets the surprise of his life when the Justice League accepts a mission in Amity Park.

No, they were there for ghost issues. lt turns out that if people aren't exposed to shock waves of Ectoplasm radiation, they don't get fun side effects like seeing the dead. That's why the town people had called his parents loons up until the portal was open.

There hadn't been enough death energy to make them visible, let alone corporeal enough to touch the human world. Even Danny had thought his parents were chasing an unrealistic dream until that fateful day when Sam convinced him to walk through the portal.

What the Justice League was there to do was stop this company that had been kidnapping meta children all over the country. They had hidden them a little outside Amity Park, where people rarely drove by. Danny had only gone through those back roads twice, and he's lived in Amity Park all his life.

No one had the slightest idea that a secret lab was operating underground, forcing experimentation on children. Danny felt horrible he had missed this, as the self-proclaimed hero of the area, but his expertise was in ghosts. They were pretty straightforward and loud in their evil plots.

Something like this required resources, training, and detective skills that Danny didn't have. What made him feel a little bit better about all this was that Danny had found the children before the Justice League.

He just won't tell them that because it made his own kidnapping rather embarrassing. Somehow, the scientists- if that can even be called that- had detected Danny's hidden powers. While he was busy crawling out of a dumpster- Dash had thrown him in there- a van had pulled up and thrown a collar onto his neck.

Danny was so stunned by the action that he could not stop a taser to the neck in time. His entire body had cramped up, but not before he had sent a burst of energy to the broken security camera, tuning it on and broadcasting the video to Tucker's laptop.

He got a bit better at controlling technology using ectoplasm, especially after the many fights with Technus, and his friend had set up a laptop in a close circuit that could tap into Danny's frequency.

The kidnappers probably thought that they were in the clear when making grabs at meta children since most came from areas that didn't have surveillance. Tucker had gotten home to a three-hour-long video from Danny, clicking it open and spitting out the ramen he was eating when the first few minutes of it was Danny getting educated.

He panicked and called Jazz to ask if his friend had gotten home. When she denied seeing her brother, Tucker contacted Sam and informed her what was happening.

The pair had immediately mobilized, tearing through the city on the hunt for the van. Jazz had joined them after letting her parents know Danny was missing. They had gone straight to the police station to report that their son was gone.

Tucker had sent them the video, claiming it was from a Panic App. The pair had been in the beta stages, which was why no one had such a helpful app, but it was enough for the Fentons to make their case. The police had placed an Amber Alert and had practically locked down the city.

In a small town like Amity Park, getting the people to band together to help each other was relatively easy. Even Flash, the last person to have seen Danny, had called his football friends to get in a car and help them find the youngest Fenton.

Sadly, by then, the scientists had taken Danny well out of the city, even with multiple people calling to place tips on the black van. Four days passed, and with each passing hour, the likelihood of Danny returning home alive grew dimmer.

No one thinks they have ever seen Jazz Fenton cry that much before. Jack and Maddie were on a rampage, tearing through the city for hints of their son. They had even ignored a ghost attacking the mall, too busy stopping every black Sprinter van they could find for clues of their son.

The video was somehow leaked to the public - Tucker and Sam had allowed it to slip into public domains with a scrambled VPN, hoping to get someone to report anything- and this video had made its way to a certain billionaire in Gotham.

Batman had been working the case for months, looking for a pair of twins that had vanished from Daminan's class. They had gotten the boys back, now able to see in the dark as their meta genes had been forcefully unlocked, and realized they were rescued before they were able to get to the primary base.

The only clue the Bats had was a symbol of a two-headed snack on the collars found around the twin's necks. The same collar that had been forced upon Danny Fenton when he was taken in the video.

Bruce had called his co-workers the second he noticed the mark. They had geared up and gone to Amity Park to investigate. Clark, Diana, Billy, and Bruce had arrived at Amity Park in their civilian personas. They came separately to avoid suspicion, hoping to use Billy as bait.

The Justice League was still coming to terms with Captain Marvel being a fourteen-year-old kid, but none could call into question the good work Billy did.

The three had different stories about why they were in the middle of nowhere in Amity Park.

Bruce had been in town to set up a new outreach for the Wayne Foundation. Clark, a news reporter investigating the missing child case of Danny and Diana, had chosen to tour the most haunted cities in the United States for her museum curator.

Like a charm, Billy had gotten the attention of the kidnappers, and only three days after arriving in Amity as a homeless kid, he had been taken. The moment Billy pressed the button on his bracelet, the three were notified that he had been kidnapped.

Clark kept an ear of the van, listening to the bracelet's beeping that no human could pick up. Just in case, the Leauge had embedded a tracker into Billy's left arm, and Bruce had followed it to the secret Lab.

A message to the Watch Tower had backup zapping down in seconds. They waited until nightfall before springing a rescue mission. Flash, Black Canary, Red Tornado, and Vigilanete had been sent in to find and bring the children home while Bruce, Clack, and Diana worked on taking out the guards.

Danny had woken in a test tube with multiple needles and wires digging into his skin, facing a group of superheroes that stared back at him in horror. The last thing he remembered had been the passing cells of meta children before he was taken to a room with a glass tube.

After being shoved into it, Danny was put to sleep with a gas. He had not been conscious for the entire time he was taken. That means he was not awake when the scientists had accidentally caused his heart to flatline.

They had thrown his body into an unmarked grave, intending to bury him with the three other nameless victims. Danny had not been awake when his survival instincts had triggered his shift to Phantom and floated out of the grave.

Like a balloon with helium, Danny had drifted far from the grave, flouting in the wind unconscious due to the gas.

He had awakened for only a few seconds, floating above the road that led to Amity, confused about how he got there. Sadly, the very same van that had just finished burying him had driven down the street, spotting him in the air and choosing to capture the famous Phantom.

They had stolen some Fenton Tech on a stakeout while waiting to take the Fenton Boy and were happy to see it had knocked out the ghost. The men had taken Phantom back to the lab, setting him up in a tube so their scientist could pull out his green blood for tests.

The Justice League had broken in that night. After the raid, Bruce hacked the computers, looking for clues about the missing children. His heart fell to his feet when he read the reports.

The children had died in the experiments. Danny Fenton was on the list of failed experiments, his time of death marked in the conclusion section of a report like he wasn't a young boy who had just finished his first year of high school.

Bruce had only been able to pull himself together long enough to find information about Phantom being held in a deeper part of the lab. Clark, Barry, and Bruce had gone to the lower levels, intending to set the ghost free.

What they found was Phantom in his most basic form. A young ghost with his jumpsuit cut open, showing the same markings the other rescued children bore.

Lichtenberg scars around the neck, torso, and arms.

Phantom had been a new ghost. Bruce and Clark had verified that in their investigations. They had never thought to question what had created him, only that he had appeared a few months ago wearing a hazmat jumpsuit and seemingly unable to leave Amity Park.

The same jumpsuit the other meta children were forced to wear to contain their experiments.

Phantom had been a meta child that had been killed by these people. He was recaptured and placed in a strange ghost coma, leaving the Justice League baffled about how to help him.

Besides blinking, his eyes opened for only a few seconds when he was rescued; he had remained unconscious after muttering, "There are more. Fifty-seven kids....help them, please."

The League had taken him back to their headquarters while working through the labs and digging up the bodies of the other victims. The people involved with this heinous crime had all taken their lives, having snuck a cyanide tablet into their teeth.

None of them faced justice properly, not for the deaths they caused or the angst that Phantom had been dragged into. The ghost had been unable to move on, sticking around even after everything they had done to him.

He had likely been attempting to get help for the remaining prisoners because every place he had attacked had been involved with this lab.

The Justice League would later reveal this information to the horrified townspeople.

Valerie Gray would be throwing up in the bathroom after watching the news. Her father's previous employers had been half on staff with the people who had killed Phantom.

They made a list of potential children to test for the meta gene. She had been on there, and had Phantom not gotten her dad fired when he did, she would have been kidnapped. He saved her life, and she had shot at him in return.

Dash Baxter would be found drinking and sobbing in the school parking lot. He had been drowning in guilt for dragging Fenton behind the mall, where he had thrown him in the dumpster. He had nothing to do with the kidnapping, but he blamed himself nonetheless.

Those people had been attempting to take Fenton for weeks, and he created the perfect opening. Now Danny Fenton was dead by the same people who made his hero. Dash vowed never to bully anyone again, even as Kawn took him home and helped nurse him through his hangover.

Sam Madison and Tucker Foley moved about like zombies. They kept sending messages to someone who would never answer, searching the sky for Phantom's glow, or had their phones on just in case they found Danny. With each uncovered grave, the pair grew hopeful as Danny had not been among the recovered bodies.

People were slightly heartbroken for them. They would wait on a best friend that was never coming home.

Not to mention the Fenton's reaction to Danny's fate. The funeral had been one of the hardest ones any of them had ever attended. The cries of the three remaining Fentons had echoed in their nightmares.

Worse, they had closed their portal. The Fentons had sealed everything to do with ghosts away, no longer able to stand the research now that they knew Phantom had been attempting to prevent Danny's death.

Maybe if they had stopped to try and communicate with him, they might have been able to save their son.

Jack and Maddie were still certified geniuses and were able to fall back on working for Wayne Enterprises as engineers. They moved away, with Jazz looking lifeless without her brother.

People in Amity Park passed by the old Fenton Works sign, never to see it glow again. They also realized that Phantom had vanished, many assuming that now he was at rest due to his murder being solved.

They were unaware he was floating above them in the Watch Tower's medical wing, locked away in slumber.

John Constantine had noticed his ectoplasm levels had not moved since his rescue. For some reason, Phantom's body was not producing it properly like other ghosts- most likely due to experiments they had forced him through.

This caused a coma, with every Justice League Dark member scratching their heads. In every way, Phantom seemed fine, but his core did not react correctly.

It was almost as if it had never been adequately formed, as if Phantom was still alive somehow.

After months of trying to figure out how to stabilize the ghost's core, John contacted a ghost doctor from the Infinite Realms. It took calling in a few favors to get the information, let alone the actual communication with the ghost doctor, but he could do it.

He was a magic expert, not a medic. This was the only chance Phantom had to ever wake.

Thankfully, Frostbite seemed to know exactly what to do when his large eyes landed on the floating figure in the medical incubator the League had placed him in.

He had assured them he could help Phantom but needed to take him back to his hospital to properly treat the ghost. After the Yeti agreed to an Oath Vow stating he would not allow any harm to fall upon Phantom while under his care.

Another agreement of having John present for Phantom's treatment had solidified Justice League into letting the being move Phantom into the Far Frozen.

A year after Danny Fenton's death, Phantom's eyes snapped open to the relieved Frostbite and the beaming trench coat man.

He had never been so confused when the first thing his doctor said was, "Great One, I am sorry to say the humans believed Daniel Fenton has passed while you were in a coma."

Well.

How was he going to bring himself back to life?

[turtleblogatlast]

“…humming a tune.”

I am very unwell about alternate Leo.

(Song: 'Dream Sweet in Sea Major' by Miracle Musical)

[cut-throat-bitch]

[r-aindr0p]

Rosary mesh for extra protection. But he's too good at his job and keeps his cassocks impeccable so it never shows.

(alright I admit I had this pose sitting in my wips for weeks an got an idea for it only yesterday evening)

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF movie Mike fights Moon at the Pizzaplex..

[disaster-j]

We as a fandom are not writing nearly enough fanfics about a newly Realised bisexual man Evan Buckley going insane trying to seduce his new crush Tommy Kinard who just thinks he's Seeing Things bc Evan Buckley is straight, Chim told him so

[dclovesdanny]

2/5

Dcxdp trope twist

Listen, Danny had only agreed to being reincarnated because he needed it to balance his powers, and he was promised a safer life this time around. He didn’t know his dad was already in fruitloop territory! The fact that his other dad was an alien was cool though, especially since he was now part alien. However, Clockwork neglected to inform him he still had watered down versions of his original powers.

Tim hadn’t realized how hard it was to raise a child who was half kryptonian. He had to stay with the Kent’s for almost six months after Danny was born to get the hang of it. Now, as the dad of a two year old, he could confidently say he had gotten a handle on things….

Until he got a call from Kon about their son phasing through a locked door to get cookies.

Tim closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and used his other phone to call M’gann, wondering if this was karma for how he acted as a child. If it was, he needed something much stronger than his usual coffee.

[everytimewetouch-dot-mp3]

cang qiong dragon god shen yuan is probably like so old that time doesn’t have meaning? like he transmigrated into pidw as a dragon and and the system gave him a few missions that functionally amounted to ‘claim this mountain range as your territory and defend it from demons’

sy didn’t realize that he was actually laying the foundation for cang qiong mountain sect before its creation. some terrifying demon demigod (one of the first heavenly demons, maybe?) pursues a band of cultivators to his mountain range, and he protects them. they settle his mountains and start cultivating, and because they’re protected by a literal god (who they call lord canglong, and they name the mountains after him) people want to study there.

so cqms is born, and sy takes a nap. when he wakes up, those cultivators he saved bring another group of cultivators, all named 'wen' to his mountain, and they ask his permission to lead the peaks next. another nap, and he wakes up to the wen generation asking his blessing for the ming generation, so on and so forth up until the qing generation. this time he recognizes names: qingge, qingfang, qingqi. this generation's leader, qingyuan. and the one whose bow is shallow and perfunctory, qingqiu. ofc sy isn't super pressed about standing on ceremony or whatever—he's only experienced like six years in this world, and most of them were spent either establishing the mountain as his territory or helping his little cultivators fight off some world-ending cataclysm or other. but he remembers the scum villain’s name, and he’s not a huge fan of the way sqq’s already proving himself to be an arrogant old shit

just like every other time, after he’s met and blessed this generation of peak lords, shen yuan falls asleep. shit!!! he meant to stay awake this time, but the system putting him to sleep is just too powerful! he’s probably missed luo binghe, damnit!!! what’s the point of transmigrating into this shitty novel if he doesn’t even get to meet the only character worth the pixels it took to type him into existence??

but as soon as he sees that fluffy-haired boy curled up in one of his caves, bruised and weeping and wondering what he’s done to be so universally hated, shen yuan knows. that’s his protagonist, and he’s really too pathetic like this. he’s really just a child. and shen yuan might have been easily annoyed by the concept of kids in his first life, but this isn’t just some whiny kid. this is the protagonist. so he does his best to calm tiny lord luo down.

and at first when lbh realizes it’s the fucking dragon god canglong speaking to him, the poor kid falls on his face kowtowing and apologizing for the intrusion, but lord canglong just…asks him what’s wrong. and then listens. and then he allows binghe to…to touch his hand???? not only that, he pats binghe’s head?? and tells him it isn’t his fault??? that one little head-pat is filled with so much spiritual power that binghe almost passes out, and soon after he recovers, lord canglong sends him back down the mountain with a renewed sense of purpose. lord canglong said binghe wasn’t stupid, wasn’t incompetent, wasn’t a failure, and binghe was determined to prove himself worthy of the sect’s guardian deity’s kindness.

and when luo binghe turns to walk down the mountain back to qing jing peak, that google translate voice pipes up in shen yuan’s ear with an update he hadn’t realized he was waiting for.

[Congratulations! Congratulations! Congratulations! Important things must be said three times! USER_002 has completed the quest {From the Ground Up}! B-points +500 USER_002 has initiated the quest {Master of Masters}! New skill [Shapeshifter] has been unlocked! Would USER_002 like to activate [Shapeshifter] now?]

shen yuan slammed the bright glowing [YES] faster than any quest the system had ever given him. that’s how he learned that he was, in fact, just naked in front of luo binghe, and the [Shapeshifter] skill didn’t come with an auto-clothed setting. thank fuck he’d already sent the protagonist away!