Shen Qingqiu Was Doomed.

"the magnus archives sounds cool! what are the content warnings?"

Boring old werewolf instincts:

Sexual jealousy

Constant aggression

Rigid hierarchy

Must win sports

Homophobia And Sexism Is Normal™

Eat people

Cool new werewolf instincts:

There is no five second rule

Corvids are friends

Hang out as a pack

Karaoke

Gotta pee

Feeling sick and gross so some soft BingLiuShen.

Luo Binghe taking a good, hard look at himself and his actions when he was under Xin Mo's influence. Sometimes slipping into bouts of self hatred because he feels so so weak. Giving into his based instincts... His lack of control. The scorching shame of how he treated the ones he now held as spouses.

His gaze falls onto the sharp yet relaxed profile Liu Qingge. The visage blurring with tears.

"Thank you..." Luo Binghe whisperes to him.

He jolts when his husband responds, just as softly. "What for?"

He turns to face Luo Binghe, the soft snores of Shen Qingqiu drifting over his shoulder from the other side of the bed.

This wasn't the first time the demon lord had thought that he should thank him. But this was the first occurrence of this specific sentiment that made it past the gates from mental to spoken words.

Where could he start? Thank you for not giving up on him? For coming constantly to his palace of misery and insanity for 5 years? For fighting for Shen Qingqiu's honor when he was so submerged in grief he couldn't see how his actions was hurting those around him. For understanding him despite it all, comrades in their shared love and pain.

For forgiving and loving him as well despite everything.

He sniffled softly, allowing the warm tears to fall as he nuzzles himself against Liu Qingge's chest.

His small smile broadened wider as he felt Shizun nestling into his broad back, arms from both masters slithering around his waist to hold him tight.

"Thank you... For everything."

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

You know what fantasy stories don't use enough? Different measuring scales, and confusion caused by them. Because before the metric system, practically every place and culture had their own measures for weights, lengths and distances. It would be fun to add that into a story for added realistic cultural confusion.

The average dwarf is four or five feet tall, but not in human measures. Yeah they're still shorter than humans but the dwarf foot (and the namesake measure of length) is bigger in proportion to their body. "Is that in dwarf feet or human feet?" is a common question to hear on construction sites, wherever human carpenters and dwarf masons are working together.

A dedicated local Common Misconception Historian has a pet peeve about the whole "princess Featherblade was only 12 years old when she led the attack on Marshland Halls" -myth, because the historical recordings on the human side are off. While she was remarkably young, that myth came about back in the day when humans were still trying to apply "dog years" to elves, and in an elven life span, 120 years is not a direct equivalent to a 12-year-old human.

A whole culture whose smallest unit of weight loosely translates to "about as much as an apple", and varies from region to region depending on the size of local apples. These people are famed for their alchemists, whose uncanny ability to simply measure their ingredients by heart, making their recipes essentially impossible to replicate. This famed skill is a matter of survivor bias - the ones that don't have that knack ten to explode into fine mist.

have two eggs 🥚🥚

wh,, what does this mean 😰😰

airplane sketchpage

I’m working on my own DCA x Reader AU and here’s the concept doodles for the trio. The idea, as of now, is a rival to friends to lovers (because who doesn’t like that…)

It’s set in a fantasy landscape plagued by monsters and Monster Slayers are hired similar to bounty hunters to protect towns and kingdoms and take out potential threats that are monster shaped. I do plan to write and post some more details and then maybe the first chapter soon after I get some things sorted so if anyone is curious… anywho~

ok but...........NEW AU TIMES!!!!!!!!

AU where Deku's original quirk was the ability to see/talk to/interact with dead people. They found out because a few months after Izuku was diagnosed as being quirkless, the Midoriya and Bakugou households' were having lunch together only for him to greet the Dark-Skinned woman with sharp red eye's just like Auntie Mitzuki standing in the corner smiling at them, with tears slipping down her elderly face.

Not even 30 mins later of Izuku talking to one Jasmine Bakugou, Mitsuki is receiving a phone call and told her mother passed away almost an hour ago.

tears are shed, but the adults know the boy had not been lying for the simple fact he had never seen Mitsuki's mother a day in his life. She had just left not a week ago after her mother had fallen ill, and came back for the sole fact that she knew her mother wanted to be left alone.

this leads to years of Izuku and Katsuki growing up wanting to be the worlds best Detective/Hero duo the world has ever seen, but they never change the fact that Izuku is labled quirkless. this saves his life seeing as he learns the darkest secret he and his best friend will ever know. AU may spit out the best hero's.... but they also train the worlds worst villain's.

Que Dekusquad really being plugs from of the unknown class 1V and Shinso being apart of 1a... Izuku is in GenEd, and finds out after he sees a grape headed boy, and the child tells him he was killed apart of the first exercise from the villains class about 20 years ago, and he's stuck around until his murderers are caught..... Aizawa-Sensei, Midnight-Sensei, Present Mic-Sensei, and a man named Oboro.... or what they WERE known as X-Out, Enchantress, Ear-Splitter, and Thunder-Clap aka Kurogiri