#stress-free learning

[lightning-storm-studies]

No-stress summer learning challenge 🌞: day 22

13.07.2023

I've done 3 next lessons since the last update. I'm going to do next one, as I have nothing better to do, while waiting at the airport ✈️. I'm traveling for vacation to Iceland 🇮🇸, so there will be no updates for the next 6 days.

📖 Janusz A. Zajdel - Limes Inferior

🎧 Björk - Jóga

[starry-bi-sky]

mmmmmm read a disciple shen yuan/shizun luo binghe fanfic about two days ago where the first chapter was the Immortal Conference arc, and SQQ was the one who had to be pushed into the abyss (he was still the villain) except Luo Binghe was refusing and was like, lowkey losing his mind about SQQ being so close to the edge. SQQ ended up having to be the one to fall in himself because of the system's punishment system. The rest of the fic is leading up to that moment. But like, MMM i've been obsessively thinking about that first chapter for DAYS ever since.

now i've been in svsss for a grand total of *checks watch* a week. but god obsessed with that. I want to write/read a fic where disciple SQQ goes a little nuts down there. Like keep all of the things that make SQQ, SQQ, but just. Throw in a little bit more trauma in there. A little bit of a mental break. Let him go a little nuts as a treat. Just a tad unhinged. I wanna see him go, just a little, "god fuck it, i've tried so hard to change this shitty story's outcome and it feels like everything i've done has been for nothing. I'm going to die in this world no matter what I do, I've been doomed from the start, so might as well die the way I want to." and he just, breaks a little! Under all the stress.

He still retains the traits that makes shen yuan, shen yuan, like his overwhelming kindness. But he's just! yk. A little less patient. Paranoid. Jumpy. Colder. A little more aloof and closed off. A little more Shen Jiu. He's no asshole child abuser, but he was a Number One Hater in his past life and he's leaning into that old habit a little more now.

(On a totally coincidental not-at-all related note, there's not enough SJ-and-SY-are-the-same-people fics out there that i've found. This is totally unrelated...)

The Endless Abyss turns the mind into an over-sharpened blade, and SQQ is both fascinated and perhaps a little excited to explore a place that doesn't have a lot of info on it in the mortal realm, but still terrified out of his mind. And he's no Luo Binghe, he doesn't have the sheer brute strength and power to just bulldoze his way through, so he has to be a lot more sneaky and cunning if he wants to survive.

The fic itself role-swapped LBH and SQQ so that SQQ was the half-demon (which lowkey fucks) and LBH the human, but I'm equally-if-not-more obsessed with the idea that LBH remains the half-heavenly demon and SQQ the human. If only because I keep thinking about SQQ befriending some demons (particularly and specifically a group of succubi) and they grow very attached to this Human Cultivator so through magic plot stuff they create some kind of seal/illusion/talisman that makes SQQ appear as a demon because a human cultivator in the endless abyss may as well be the equivalent of putting a giant neon target on your back.

And iirc Shen Jiu was taught demonic cultivation by that one guy(?? i've only been here a week so im not caught up in ALL of the lore yet) so that could totally happen here.

(On the other end of the realms, poor Shizun Luo Binghe is just. losing his fucking mind over losing his most precious and beloved disciple. About .5 seconds from burning down the peaks himself. somebody sedate him.)

The Endless Abyss sucks and SQQ is having a really terrible time and can feel himself going lowkey mad, but also holy shit look at all this WORLD-BUILDING. look at all this flora and fauna, and oh if he had the equipment for it he'd be writing all of this down. ALL OF IT. He was kinda-sorta-already planning on never leaving the Abyss as some sort of fucked up self-exile and self-preservation thing, but now he might? actually just?? never leave if he can help it, like he lowkey likes it down here.

anyways the next time anyone ever sees SQQ again he's got hair so long its almost touching the ground and he's either in rags and half-feral or he's been completely dolled up by his adoptive succubi sisters and still about three seconds from biting anyone who tries to touch him. (he's also lowkey trying to book it back down to the abyss even if he has desperately missed all of his friends and shizun)

[puppetmaster13u]

Meme Prompt 2

Thinkin of feral halfa Jason again. No surprise there.

[humans-are-tasty]

[selfhealingmoments]

[ohhcinnybuns]

Thinking about 15-16 SKK hc, where Dazai likes to take every chance he gets to yeet off a building and yell “TRUST FALL!”

Of course, Chuuya has to jump after him because that’s his partner and he has to be the one to end the idiot before a fall does. So he grabs him and tucks the moron’s head into his chest to take the hits.

Sometimes, they land in trash bins cushioned by bags of rotting banana peels and fish; sometimes, they come out soaking wet from landing in a pool, or sometimes, Dazai calculates it so they land on top of a restaurant’s awning to say, “Wow! Chuuya, I knew you would fall for me!” just to watch his partner become flustered and grab him by the collar to shake him around like a rag doll while spouting curses at him.

Dazai obviously laughs about it but deep down, this is just one of the things he has learned to love about Chuuya. That no matter what, Chuuya is loyal and will be there to catch him if he falls. Dazai will be there too, after all, he can learn to breathe, eat, fall in love, and die with Chuuya.

[yes-my-paladin]

another part of my pregnant griffith hcs!

Guts absolutely LOVES seeing Griffith pregnant, especially towards the end of his pregnancies. He doesn't really know why he finds it as attractive as he does, just something about the way Griff rounds out, softens up real nice and full of life just gets Guts going. Maybe it's that, or maybe it's the fact that it's his baby in Griffith's womb, that he's the one responsible for his condition that makes his blood run hot. It doesn't matter that Griffith practically bares his teeth at him when he finds himself with child once again; the Swordsman knows he'll come around after a week or two. Guts coddles and spoils him to no end when he's in such a condition, and Griffith secretly loves it.

Unfortunately, Guts knows he can't keep Griffith pregnant forever, so after the concurrent births of their fourth and fifth babies, they decide that's more than enough for them. They find methods, both natural and magical, to prevent such an occurrence from happening again. The two miss it, though, more Guts than Griffith, and sometimes Guts will find himself fondling and grasping at Griffith's hips and thighs and belly, especially when they're making love. After four pregnancies resulting in five babies, Griffith was never really able to shed the weight, and Guts hoped he never would.

Griffith had been beautiful from the day they met, with a lean and toned body, formed from the years of training and fighting he'd endured. But that had also been in part to all the years without steady meals, sometimes choosing to share or outright withhold food from himself so that more of the Hawks would be able to eat.

The days of having to decide when to eat were now behind them; they were nobles now. Griffith no longer had to worry about feeding his men adequately, and the two could feed both themselves and their children without having to worry about rationing and the sort. It was this lifestyle change that helped Griffith's beauty really shine through. At least, that's what Guts thought anyway.

The White Hawk was at his most gorgeous now. Apart from the pregnancies, regular meals had helped in gaining his new, curvaceous form, filling out his clothes quite nicely. His silver hair was thicker and curlier and shinier than ever before, one of the more pleasant side effects from his many pregnancies. His skin was also radiant and supple in the face, which, combined with the bit of fat he'd gained in his rosy cheeks, made it appear as though he were aging backward.

[polar-equinoxx]

*On their way to Ice’s third promotion of the year*

Maverick: Don’t be nervous, I’ll be with you every step of the way,

Iceman, stressed and failing to hide it: I’m not nervous- who said I “‘m nervous??

Maverick: You’ve held onto my hand for the past half hour with a death grip and haven’t once let go,

Iceman: …

Maverick: Like I said, I’ll be right by your side *:)*

[littleseasalt]

"forever is a bad dad to richa-" SHUT UP!!!!!

[radioactivepeasant]

Snippets: Free Day Friday

There was supposed to be a Wednesday post, but then Wednesday got hectic lol. So they're both going into one long one: the "I isekai'd Damas into Stardew Valley simply for the sake of a few dreadful jokes and I refuse to take it back now" au

Spring, Year 1

Featuring an Incident that occurred the first time I found out what happens if you try to give an npc a flower but you aren't fully facing them

"It's a what hunt?"

Abigail looked up from the shelf and wrinkled her brow.

"An egg hunt? You know, for the Spring Festival?"

Damas blinked, bewildered.

"I...don't think we had those-"

in the desert

"-in the city."

The desert again. Why does that word keep coming back to me? They're only dreams. Dreams can't hurt you.

The young woman grimaced sympathetically. "Eesh. Probably is for the best your granddad left you the old Spargus place, huh? You barely know anything."

"Oh thanks a lot!" Damas huffed, with a bit of wounded pride.

"Well I didn't mean it like that!" Abigail elbowed him and finally got back to stocking the shelves for her father.

"I mean you got a lot to learn about Pelican Town!"

"So...egg hunt..." Damas pretended to be interested in a can of preserves. The way the light reflected off of Abigail's hair, that specific shade of violet, reminded him of something. A crystal he'd seen once. Somewhere.

"Eggs don't really move though. How do you hunt them?"

Abigail turned very slowly.

"You're...not joking."

"No? I'm not jo- why would I be joking?"

"Oh lord."

The girl raised her eyes skyward with a long-suffering sigh.

"Okay. You'd better come with me."

Be cool, Damas, be cool-

Like you were "cool" with that daffodi-

WE DO NOT SPEAK OF THE DAFFODIL

He didn't know Abigail well yet -- nor did she know him that well. Nevertheless, there was a nervous flutter in his chest as Damas dutifully trudged after her. At first, he thought she was leading them to the mines. An odd choice for explaining egg hunts-

Oh! Were the "eggs" actually slimes? Was that what was hunted?

No, it was not.

Abigail led him to Robin and Demetrius's house.

Demetrius had his clipboard on the table again, strained to the breaking point with notes and charts. Damas had only glimpsed them once and they'd given him a headache.

"Hey Demetrius," Abigail called, "Is Sebastian downstairs?"

"He usually is.”

The scientist glanced up.

"Oh! Abigail! Good morning! And-"

He blinked at Damas, then smiled.

"Young Damas! Good to see you, son."

He reached out a friendly hand to shake. Out of some strange impulse, Damas instead clasped his wrist and forearm. It felt stronger than a handshake, somehow. But when he withdrew his grip, he found blue ink formulas across his palm.

"What the-"

Demetrius blinked. "How did-?"

Then he craned his neck to look at his sleeves. He'd been leaning on the clipboard too long, pressing wet ink into his arms.

"Oh no," he groaned, "not my data!"

"Yeah we're just gonna...we're just gonna go downstairs."

Abigail smacked Damas’s arm and hastened around the corner.

"Hurry up before we have to hear him apologizing to "The Data"!"

Damas followed, squinting at the scribbles on his palm.

"He doesn't actually do that. Does he?"

Abigail shrugged. "Saw him do it once before Maru was born. He'll apologize to diagrams and not his own stepson. Weirdest thing I've ever seen, and I live next door to Pam."

"What is Pam's problem?"

"You wanna ask her? Be my guest," Abigail scoffed, "I'm not going to."

She paused at the basement door and smacked it once in lieu of a knock.

"Hey Seb, you decent?"

There was a clattering, and several painful sounding thumps, and then the door swung open.

"A- Abigail! Hi!"

The skinny boy pushed an absurd amount of hair out of his eyes. The instant he saw Damas, his smile became somewhat forced.

"Oh, uh- I...thought that was Sam."

Abigail sighed. "Ah dangit. You know what? Sam oughta be here too. Seb, this nerd doesn't know what an egg hunt is!"

Sebastian blinked slowly at Damas. "You're kidding, right?"

"Apparently they don't have that in the big city," Abigail said. "For real, he just asked me how people were supposed to hunt eggs if eggs can't move."

Sebastian squinted, jutting his chin forward in comical confusion.

"What? No- how does- what?"

He glanced at Damas.

"Come on man, there's no way you're that dense.”

"Well," Damas answered dryly, "I panicked when Abigail startled me last week and shoved an entire daffodil in my mouth. So the jury is out on that."

Sebastian snorted. "She has that effect on people."

"Okay, what's that supposed to mean?!"

Abigail shoved Sebastian playfully.

"Come on, at least let us in so we can educate this rube."

With Abigail's focus on him, Sebastian seemed to gain a bit more confidence. He stood to the side and waved them in.

"Hey Farmer, I don't think that's what "living off the land" is supposed to mean," he needled.

"Yeah yeah," Damas muttered under his breath.

"Did it at least taste okay?"

"It absolutely did not." Damas made a face, resisting the urge to scrape the phantom taste from his tongue.

"So. Egg hunts." Abigail dropped dramatically onto a small couch.

"If he doesn't even know that, what else doesn't he know about normal childhood stuff?"

"Probably everything," Damas volunteered, "I got my first part-time job with Joja when I was twelve."

The other two nineteen year olds stared at him as if he'd just announced that he slept hanging from the rafters like a bat every night.

"Mmmmmmmy gosh," Sebastian said in disgust, "That's the most depressing thing I've ever heard."

"Yep." Damas folded his arms and leaned against the wall.

He wondered if his blustering manager in the prison corporation ever found out he was the one who deleted an entire server's worth of files before running to Pelican Town.

That was probably going to catch up to him someday.

But that was a problem for Future Damas.

Winter: Year Six

“What took you so long? You have a death wish, babe?” Abigail glared at him.

“I wasn't talking to you!” Damas waved his hands frantically. “I was talking to Jak!”

“That's not better. You know that's not actually better, right? He's like forty minutes old, what was he gonna do, kick his way out when he still looked like a Muppet Show background character?”

"In my defense," the farmer said, "I don’t think it would've gone over any better if I'd said "I think the baby that just came out of you is a reincarnation of the past life's son I keep having dreams about. Because it sounds weird even when I say it."

Abigail glared at him and pulled their son a little closer to her chest.

"You've been visiting Rasmodius, haven't you."

"Have not!"

"That's exactly the kind of crap Rasmodius mutters about when he's on his "potions"! What'd he tell you it was this time?"

"That hasn't happened in years, okay?" Damas protested, "Guy freaks me out. I literally only go to pick up Marlon's stuff. I don't want that mushroom cooking menace around our baby."

"That's...a little harsh, but I'm on-board with it." Abigail carefully moved Jak to her shoulder to pat his tiny back.

"Eeeeehhhh oh I don't like this, how am I supposed to burp him?! He's so tiny, I'm gonna break him!"

"You're not gonna break him."

"Look at him!!! He's so fragile!"

Well, Damas couldn't argue there. The only familiar thing about his son were his eyes. Harvey was saying newborns couldn't see that far, that he couldn't make out their faces as much as their voices yet, but those little blue eyes had zeroed in on Damas’s instantly, like he knew where to look.

Were you this small the first time you were my son? I wish I could remember. But maybe it's better that I can't. You probably won't start having the dreams until you're thirteen, like I did. You can just be you and I can just be me. I'm not going to leave you alone this time.

"Abby can I-?"

Damas made the most pitiful face he could.

His wife narrowed her eyes.

"Are you going to wake him up?"

"No."

"Say weird stuff and make the nurses judge us more than usual?"

"No...?"

Abigail's voice took on a terrible mischief. "Are you going to try to put him in your mouth if someone startles you?"

"You're so mean." Damas carefully took the newborn from her. "That only happened twice, and I was a kid."

"That last incident was only four years ago, honey.”

"Mean!"

[mostlikelytofangirl]

So, I'm taking this month off creating bc I've been feeling pretty burned out, and since I can't just quit my awful irl full-time job, I had to give up other things.

Surprisingly enough, I've already gotten a couple of ideas for nieyao month (that I previously lacked), and having my investment in my two ongoing fics reignated now that I'm not pressuring myself into staring at the blank file until I have written at least a couple sentences that I'd end up deleting anyways.

Even tho I'm obviously feeling a bit anxious about not having anything to show for an entire month, it's also feeling much better than I did just a couple weeks ago.

I guess I'm just trying to say, take breaks kids, they are actually good for you.

[alphacrone]

i have a lot of weird memories from my first job out of college but one i come back to constantly is the time my boss took me out to dinner to celebrate something—my one year anniversary maybe? we were a SMALL ass company—and we ordered wine and she was this whole like fancy wine connoisseur or whatever (she THOUGHT) and the poor waitress brought out our wine in stemless glasses and my boss was SO APPALLED that she actually asked for a stemmed glass and the poor waitress has to be like, “ma’am we had an accident with our wine glasses earlier and all the stemless ones fell off the shelf onto me and broke” and my boss had to huffily drink her wine from a stemless glass and she asked me “isn’t this weird to you? doesn’t it make it taste poorly?” and i has to tell her, “im 23. i literally drink all my wine from solo cups.” and i’d never seen her so appalled in my life

[cuddleswinchester]

Hypothetically if I don’t have a lot of (positive) experience w like. Being touched. Would it be a good idea for me to get a massage for like some practice getting used to it and figuring out if I like it or not - or would that be a mistake.

[brynnne]

every time I sit down and force myself to write even when I really don't feel like it I always end up pleasantly surprised by the outcome.

[astrxealis]

hi guys please wish me luck for my college entrance exam tomorrow for one of my dream schools xoxo

[ihamtmus]

i heard so many nice things about myself from my boss and manager today, it feels good ☺️