I Was Just Thinking Of An Au Where For Some Reason An Antagonist Has Shen Qingqiu Captured (idk Maybe

I’m gonna add my story in here when I finish writing it XD

Edit: I finished it. Here it is! :DD

“And stay out!” Death slams the door. You walk away, strangely irritated from the altercation.

“Bitch,” you mumble. “I just wanted to see how he was doing.” As you walk up the stairs, you ponder how many subscribers you’ve gained since your last video.

Yep, you started a YouTube channel; you were one of the very first. You don’t age, so your body stays frozen at the peak of physical health- you’re funny and can relate to people (700 years gives a lot of time to memorise jokes)

And finally, you can’t die. You have one of the largest subscriber counts- bigger than Pewdiepie, even. It’s fun to see how people react to the shenanigans you somehow get into, and the suggestions for videos you could do are always awesome too!

“So guys, you’ve seen me and Death’s relationship. He doesn’t like me, and I don’t want to see him at my doorstep anytime soon (it doesn’t count if I show up on his!) It’s sorta a shame though, I really wanted to meet some of you guys this time..” Somehow, even when dead, your subscribers stay loyal to your videos, even trying to meet you when you prank Death or visit the underworld from time to time. It’s really fun, seeing them scream your name and taunt Death about what he lost oh-so-long ago.

You exit the entrance to the underworld, chuckling all the way. “Haha, did you guys see his face when the therapist showed up?! That was hil~ar~i~ous!”

“And remember guys, it doesn’t matter if you like and subscribe because I don’t need to eat, which means I don’t need to earn money to live~ but like anyway? Subscribe for more? Thank you?”

You finish filming and switch off the camera, sighing with a smile on your face. You love making videos, documenting everything you find about yourself and your immortality, but it gets a little... tiring, when you are literally the most famous person in all time.

Suddenly, you hear a lock on your door.

“What could that be..?” You mutter. You take your time, and pack up your things because it takes two weeks to travel to the underworld and another two back- and that’s not even sleeping, not to mention the various monsters you had to fight to even get a halfway decent coffee. (Nobody mentions Medusa. Or the Sphinx) You’re exhausted, they can wait dammit!

So, 20 minutes later, you amble downstairs. You crack open the door.

“So, what was it you wanted-“ You stop.

It’s Death. He’s on your doorstep.

Holding a bag. You don’t know what’s in it.

“What are you doing here...?” You step back warily. Death shifts, almost.. guiltily?

“I’ve.. I’ve been watching your videos.” You’re confused.

“But you hate me? Every time I enter your house, you shove me out again, why would you watch them now?” You ask.

“I’ve watched them all, even those from the very beginning 368 years ago. Your journey has been so long, and you’re always honest with your subscribers about how you’re feeling,” he replies.

You can’t connect the dots in your ancient, knowledgable brain cells. How does that connect to anything..?

“There were a few videos when you explained your immortality, and the feelings you had about it. I saw how you felt really guilty, but I was just too much of a broken-hearted asshole to care. But it’s been 700 years since you said no. And that’s a lot of time to heal. So, I’m sorry I was such an idiot. Will you forgive me..?”

“Oh Death...” you whispered. You walked forward, stretching your arms around him and leaning up towards his lips...

Only to shove him down onto his knees, and give him the most affectionate (if a little rough) noogie he’d had in a while.

“Of course I forgive you, you cretin! You’ve given me the biggest subscriber count in history! I’m rich! And besides, I only prank friends, and I’ve been pranking you for what, 200 years now?”

Death only laughed, escaping your hold to hug you tightly. “Thank you.” He said, smiling sincerely.

“No problem,” you replied. “Now, fuck off for another 700 years, I don’t want to die yet! But, I’ll come over to yours in two weeks? I’ll bring Minecraft- I live for that game now. It is my new purpose. I’ll just pack up my stuff, then leave in an hour okay?”

“You know there’s a short way, right?”

“What.”

In the 15th century, Death asked you out. You rejected him. Furious and humiliated, he swore to never return for you. Six centuries later, you’re still alive.

imagine with me for a moment....

That after the events of SxSG with the development of his morphs, this in turn has effected the way that he uses his chaos energy and clashes with the regulation of his physical mutations. The removal of his inhibitor rings while unleashing the full potential of his chaos energy, as it usually does, it also unleashes the maximum flux of his morphs as well. and with these new aspects of his abilities clashing with each other it now requires him to relearn how to regulate his powers with this new and far more physical intensive aspect

Thus brings out some very interesting but inconvenient potential injuries of those mutations exceeding beyond the limitations of his own body

I just got hit in the face by the idea that is some secondary BNHA multiverse, there is an OFA that was literally only ever given to people with durability quirks

YES! RAVE RODENT XD

I genuinely hate that name, I am taking suggestions for different names

The robes are hanging on for dear life

People have written a lot of touchy-feely pieces on this subject but I thought I’d get right to the heart of the matter

Ahh, I see all these people giving their experiences, so I thought I’d give mine. I live in Europe, so we do GSCEs here. They’re like the hurdle once you finish high school, just before you go to college.

I’ve always been in the ‘gifted’ group, part of the top corner. It’s hard when you’re there, because it’s like you’re just supposed to do better than other people? And you’re out on this pedestal and known for being the ‘goody-two-shoes’ and the one who gets everything right, and the expectations and the desired high marks and the studious behaviour just becomes normal until it feels like if you don’t get high marks, you feel like you’ve failed.

This year, I was due to do my GCSEs. Of course, they were cancelled due to the dreaded c word, and instead the results were based on how students performed in mocks and attitude in class, stuff like that. I stressed so much coming up to the results day, because I had an irrational fear of just.. failing everything. I didn’t want to get below a B. So, results day came, and I looked at the packet containing them, anxiety coating every pore. I opened up the packet, and took them out.

I got all As. I even got a singular A**, and a few A*s. And what did I feel? Disappointment that I hadn’t got at least A*s. After all, I was supposed to be at the top, wasn’t I meant to do better?

Looking back on it now, I feel riotously angry. Yes, the higher-learning group should be allowed to flourish and grow to their full potential, but when the stress of the expectations to always do well gets to earhh-shattering pressure, doesn’t that mean it’s time to stop? Just because some of us have the opportunity to have that knowledge doesn’t mean we always want to. I, for one, am tired of the stupid standards I’ve been raised to hold myself to. I think I even started subconsciously dumbing myself down at one point so that I wouldn’t have to deal with such pressure. This behaviour needs to stop. We need to be able to grow in the right ways, so that we can feel proud of our achievements instead of feeling disappointed.

There Is One In Each Classroom

drops them in a gothic horror au

I need to reblog

dealing with the worst case scenario

your condom breaks

you feel a lump on your breast

your friends are ignoring you

you’re stranded on an island 

you got rejected by a crush

you get into a car accident

you got stung by a bee/wasp

you got fired from your job

you’re in an earthquake

your tattoo gets infected

your house is on fire

you’re lost in the woods

you get arrested abroad

you get robbed

your partner cheated on you

you’re on a ship that’s sinking

you fall into ice

you’re stuck in an elevator

you hit a deer with your car

you have food poisoning

your pet passed away

you fall off of a horse

you or your friend has alcohol poisoning

you have toxic shock syndrome

your house has a gas leak