#-that’s just such an interesting concept. imagine looking at yourself in the mirror; at a spot that was covered in blood only days or hours

[whump-is-love-whump-is-life]

Okay, we talk so much about the impact of scars in whump... how about whump that leaves no scars? Incisions under the hairline, hidden by their hair. Injections, careful and doctoral, their contents providing incredible pain but not leaving so much as a mark. Blunt force trauma, just hard enough to leave a bruise but nothing deeper, nothing lasting. Or even superpowered whump, where the marks don't matter because they'll always heal without a scar.

And somehow that makes it worse than the scars, because then they don't even have the reminder of how bad it was. All they have is the memory and the lingering trauma, which makes it far too easy to get lost in thought. Was it really so bad? Was it worse? Will others even believe them?

YESSSSSS I’ve thought about this so much!

Because you have the memories, and it was horrible you know it was horrible— but was it really that bad if it didn’t leave a mark? It’s about that doubt, and minimizing trauma that can have such a detrimental impact on your mental health.

[slutforln4]

TWO PRIZES

🖇️ lando norris x f1 journalist!reader

🖇️ in which you realise lando wasn’t just the driver you interviewed

🖇️ warnings: smut, mentions of alcohol

🖇️ author’s note: the bits in italic are her memories :)

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

Excitement pulsed through your veins at the mere sound of engines roaring.

The amount of people trying to push past you made you anxious, but you knew it was all part of the experience. Everyone was bunching up to watch one of the greatest events of all time— the Monaco GrandPrix.

Once you make it through the crowd, avoiding elbows and shoulders of people much taller and energetic than you, the entrance that you need comes into view.

You weren’t just excited for the interviews you were going to watch up close, but also the entire concept of the race. The hustle of engineers in all these garages, working their hardest to get the drivers in and out of the pits with minimal time to waste. Not to mention the drivers themselves, having to sit in the cars for multiple hours over the race weekend with no complaints— they chose to do this, they deal with the consequences.

That’s exactly what excited you. The reasoning for their choice to do this, you wanted to ask each and every one of them why they wanted to do this, what was so interesting?

You guessed their answer would be the same as yours if you were asked why you became a sports journalist.

Keeping your amazement at bay, you observed the race, focused on everything going on even though it was a lot to keep up with. But that’s exactly what you were there for.

You were sitting in the grandstands, intently watching the cars fly past you, when your phone rang. The caller ID said it was your coworker who had also been at the race but disappeared about ten minutes ago.

“Hello?”

She sounded distressed when you heard her voice. “Hey, love. I was wondering if you could take over the post-race interviews?”

Today was supposed to be a sort of intern day for you, meaning you were just going to watch your colleague interview the drivers and better understand what the etiquette is for it. You hadn’t expected to have your first interview today.

“Uh, why?” You asked, in a whisper. “You know I’ve never interviewed anyone before, right?”

“So?” She seemed much more confident in you than you were in yourself. “You’ve studied journalism for a few years now, yeah? I don’t think you’d have taken an internship at SkySports for nothing.”

“I mean, I guess?” You shrug. “I’m not sure if I’m ready to speak to actual drivers, though. What if I make a fool of myself?”

“You won’t if you remember that they’re just people doing their jobs, and you’re doing your job by asking them questions.” She makes a good point and you sigh in defeat.

“Alright, I’ll do it. Send over the information you’ve written.”

“Sorry.” You hear her slightly laugh. “You gotta fend for yourself with that one, hun. It’s a cruel world we live in. Cheers.”

With that, the call ended and you were left with nothing but anxiety weighing on your shoulders. The rest of the race seemed to fly by in mere minutes, your mind too focused on the pressure of your first ever interview.

Well, not first ever.

You imagined the day would come sooner or later, so you’d practise a conversation with one of the drivers by speaking to yourself in the mirror. That, and watching multiple interviews through the years, soaking up every bit of information you could about the process of it.

Before you knew it, you were standing in a sea of people with their cameras, waiting for the drivers to make their way to you.

It wasn’t that nerve wracking when you actually started talking to them, and by the time you got to Daniel, you had lost all feelings of anxiety, instead laughing along to his jokes.

You thought so, at least. A feeling of intimidation crawled up your spine when your eyes locked with Lando Norris, a driver for Mclaren. You noticed the piercing look from across the room as he spoke to a different interviewer, his green pupils tracking your every move as you spoke to Oscar.

The interview with Oscar wraps up and he begins turning away from you. “Good luck on your next race!”

Oscar smiled at you as he walked off to somewhere you could only guess.

If you had been anxious before, you were probably five times as anxious now, because Oscar Piastri leaving the spot in front of you meant that Lando Norris would be replacing him. And, for whatever reason, he was making you incredibly nervous.

You looked down at the ground as Lando approached you, waiting to hear what you had to say. You couldn’t bear looking up at him, knowing he’s already staring at you. But it was part of your job and you had to stay professional.

“Hello, Lando.” You said, cheerily.

“Hi,” he grinned at you, sweaty and all, his dimples appearing for a split second. “How are you?”

“I’m alright, thanks, how was the race?” You asked with a smile, ignoring the butterflies in the pit of your stomach when he smiled at you again.

Lando’s green eyes studied your face, soaking up each detail he missed since the last time he had seen you. He knows you don’t remember him and he doesn’t need you to, it’s kind of nice to feel something without reciprocation from the other.

After a long while, Lando shrugged. “Yeah, uh, the race was pretty good, I mean, I got first place, so I’d say it’s good. Y’know, aside from Oscar’s incident, but that’s not something we can predict, it just happens.”

You watched intently as he explained the race, your eyes oddly drawn to his lips. The pattern at which they move, and the tempting way he pokes his tongue out to tap the corners of his lips, makes you weak.

This was horribly unprofessional of you, and you knew that, but the charms of this young british racer had worked their magic on you, and you weren’t strong enough to resist it.

You felt like it was just the two of you in the room and both of you were trying your damn best not to break, one for more reasons than the other.

“Yeah, it seems like it was a lucky race for you, the pace of your car was incredible to watch.” You pointed out, looking down at the race data on your clipboard. “The RedBull’s were a bit slower this race, do you think that gave you an advantage?”

“Well, they already win races left, right and centre. They have to be bad sometimes.” Lando stifled a laugh. “But, uh, I don’t know. I think it all came down to the car and my ability to control it. The pace was insane, honestly, I wasn’t expecting it to be faster than a RedBull.”

The joke made you giggle and you quickly hid your face by looking away for a mere moment, in an attempt to recollect yourself. Thankfully, none of the cameras were on your face.

“Or it’s just pure talent, I’d say.” You look back up at him, his eyes never once leaving your face. He’s so smiley and it’s contagious, so you can’t help but smile at him, too. “Any plans for the celebration? You must be feeling ecstatic about your first win, so I assume the celebration must be as big as this.”

Lando puts the tube of his water bottle to his lips and takes a long sip, eyes still glued to you. He wasn’t even blinking, far too focused on the shape of your lips and how good they felt that night. That one night you can’t seem to remember.

“I’m not entirely sure, if I’m honest.” He shrugs, tongue poking out to lick his bottom lip before he takes it between his teeth, biting back the widest grin you’ve ever seen on his face. “I still have to call my mum and siblings.”

“I’m sure they’re incredibly proud of you,” you smile, politely. He’s still intently looking at you, cheeks now burning red at your comment accompanied by his massive grin.

It was time to wrap up your chat with Lando, but, in all honesty, you really didn’t want to. You felt something brewing in your chest at the mere feeling of his eyes burning into you, and it excited you.

Still, you ignore it. You had to stay professional, even if it was all too much to handle. “It was lovely chatting with you, Lando. Congratulations and good luck next race.”

“Will you be interviewing me next time, too?” Lando asks, making no move to walk away just yet. His eyes narrowed onto yours when you looked back at him, an adorably surprised look on your face.

“Uh,” you look away for a moment, not sure what to say. “I don’t know. Maybe.”

“I look forward to seeing you again. Maybe.” He gave you another cocky smirk and nodded his head as a farewell, leaving you nothing but a blushing mess in the media pen.

After a plethora of interviews back to back, you were tired beyond words. Your feet were sore, your back hurt, you felt your eyelids close if you stood still for longer than two seconds. The image of your soft hotel bed made you motivated to keep moving through the building and find your way out.

“Oh, hey!” A familiar voice stopped you in your tracks. “Y/N, was it?”

Your eyes find their way to the person behind you and you’re happy to see that it’s Daniel. “Daniel! Hi, nice to see you again.” You extended a hand to shake and he smiled as he squeezed it.

“Was lovely talking to you earlier. You asked such great questions, honestly, it made me really think about my answers, y’know?” You hadn’t noticed how both of you started walking again and he kept up with your pace. “How long have you been doing this?”

“Oh, interviewing?” You ask and he nods eagerly, with the energy of a little boy.“This was my first official day of interviewing, actually. I had to step in for my colleague.”

“No way.” He muses, jaw slack and eyes glimmering with interest. “The way you interacted with me had me thinking you were carrying a load of experience.”

You stifle a laugh and watch the path ahead. “Yeah, well. I practised a lot in my room. You have race sims, I have a mirror and a hairbrush for a microphone.”

Daniel’s laugh echoed in the mostly empty area around you. “You’re funny, too.” He muses once again, shocked by how much fun you can be. “Listen, I know it’s not professional to ask this, but are you free tonight?”

“Oh, uh,” you look up at him and hesitate. “I’m not interested in-“

“No, no,” Daniel waves his hands in the air as if to stop the words spilling from your mouth. “God, no. I was going to ask if you’d like to come to the club later, all of the drivers are gonna be there to celebrate Lando’s win. It could be fun.”

You paused in your steps, brows furrowing as you felt a beam of energy climb up your spine. All of a sudden, your bed didn’t seem like the comfiest thing in the world and you were willing to exchange it for a pair of heels and a dress.

“I’d like that, yeah.” You smiled at Daniel and he reciprocated the gesture.

He gives you a card with his number on it and you gladly pluck it from his fingers. “Shoot me a text when you’re ready, I’ll give you a ride to the club. Cheers.”

And with that, he disappeared into the car park, the only remainder of his friendly presence being his lingering smell in the air and the scribbled number on the back of a grocery store coupon.

“Thanks, mate.”

Lando’s hand felt heavy as he shook it with someone he barely knew, congratulating him on the win. He’s been stuck in this large group of people for way too long, desperately looking for an escape. And, eventually, he found it— you.

His eyes have been stuck to you for the past fifteen minutes, patiently waiting for the people to finish congratulating him so he could finally talk to you.

When the perfect moment arose, Lando swiftly shimmied between the dancing bodies and made his way to the bar. You were still sitting there, looking as beautiful as the last time he saw you, but now you were right in front of him and he didn’t know what to do with himself.

“Fancy seeing you here,” Lando’s voice startles you when he plops down in a bar stool beside you.

You smile at him, feeling the same anxiety crawl up your spine as the last time you saw him. “I’d say the same, but this feels like the perfect place for a race winner.”

“I honestly hated it before,” he shrugged, looking out into the crowd. “I used to party after a podium, second place being the best I’ve ever had.”

“But now you’re here as a winner.” You’re still looking at him when he turns back around. There’s something so nostalgic about the way he looks at you, almost as if you’ve already been there and seen him before. “Victory looks good on you.”

“Yeah?” He flashes a grin your way, raising a brow. “I’ll try to win more then. Maybe I’ll get to see you again that way.”

“I’m free whenever you want to see me,” you blurt. Lando’s eyebrows raise with surprise when you say that and he bursts into a small laugh when you start flailing your hands around in the air. “Sorry, that’s so unprofessional, I didn’t mean to–“

“It’s fine,” he assures you. “I was actually going to ask you if you wanted to get out of here. But that’s so unprofessional of me.”

“Mr. Norris!” You exclaim with a faux gasp. Lando watches with an amused grin on his face as you smile back at him. “I’d like that very much.”

It didn’t take long for both of you to swivel your way past the drunk people in the club and find yourselves in a cab. Lando’s hand made a home on your thigh and you didn’t mind. It felt warm, secure and turned you on when he inched it closer to the hem of your dress.

Time flew fast in the company of a race winner, especially one as charming and attractive as Lando. You didn’t realise how many hours had passed after you had left the club and, frankly, you didn’t really care.

The moments spent with him felt somehow nostalgic, as if you had felt this way before. But you’re sure you just dreamt it. There’s no way you’ve met Lando before and didn’t remember it.

It felt silly to think that, so you just ignored that thought and continued watching the intoxicating way his lips moved as he spoke. He’s been talking about something for the past five minutes and you didn’t hear a word of it, being far too focused on the pattern of his freckles, the dip of his nose and the gentleness of his eyes when he looked at you.

“What’s on your mind?” He asked, voice gentle and cautious.

You bit back a smile, eyes flickering between his eyes and lips. “You.”

The nostalgic feeling snuck its way into the back of your mind when he kissed you, his lips and hands feeling like a long lost home. You somehow already knew the melody of his breathing and the pattern of his hair, the familiarity of his kiss starting a fire in your chest. You felt the warmth of his lust spread through your torso, creeping up your neck, softly toying with the giggle in your throat.

Stars spackled on the inside of your eyelids and the harmonious sounds leaving your lips finally drew you back to that night.

Warm hands. Gentle strokes and soft kisses. Careful fingertips trailing their way down your hips. Lando’s tongue danced on your aching bud and you felt the whole world fade away. The mere touch of his fingers on your hips to keep you still reminded you of the last time.

“Mmh, fuck.” Lando hummed against you, the vibrations sending bolts of lightning through your veins. “So good. So fucking good for me, y/n.”

His tongue swirled around your throbbing clit, bringing you that much closer to the edge. The alcohol in your system mixed with the pleasure coursing through your body was a lethal combination. Your legs shook as you felt your walls close around nothing, Lando’s mouth attached to you as if he was a starved man and you were the first thing he could get his mouth on.

“I’m- I-” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before making a mess all over his goatee. He licked up every last bit of you, the sweet taste of you making a perfect combination with the aftertaste of whiskey in the back of his throat.

You stayed lying there, eyes fluttering closed and lips parted, deep breaths inflating your chest. Lando watched you, green eyes soaking in every inch of you— he wasn’t sure if you’d remember him this time, so he made the most of every moment spent with you.

After a while of him watching you, you felt Lando get up and come back in a few minutes, a damp towel in his hands. He touched your most sensitive parts with the weight of nothing, carefulness sewn into every movement he made. At that point, you were drifting in and out of consciousness, not fully knowing when the bed dipped under Lando’s weight again.

You felt his arms wrap around you and pull you in, the warmth of his bare skin heating your cheek. You were hesitant to speak, cautious as to not say something wrong. So, instead of speaking, you lifted your head and connected your lips with his again, the minty taste of his lips making you smile.

“It’s you.”

Lando hummed into the kiss, as if to acknowledge that it was him, but also to ask what you meant.

You pulled away, fingers immediately making home in his curls. “That night.” A familiar look painted itself across Lando’s face. “I tried so hard to remember whose lips felt like home, and only the weight of yours reminded me.”

“You were thinking about me?” Lando inquired, brushing stray strands of hair away from your face.

You nodded. “Every day since that night.”

Lando smiled before kissing you again. “You never left my mind. I kept reminiscing that night, waiting for fate to magically bring us back to one another.” He whispered against your hairline, lips pressing soft, love-filled kisses against your skin. “Didn’t expect to win two prizes in one day.”

A small laugh slipped past your lips. “What a lucky man you are, Mr. Norris.”

“The luckiest.” He hummed. “Because I finally have you.”

[h2llish]

i've been following your blog for a while and absolutely adore your writing!

if its okay i'd love to see something with either leona or jamil (up to you!) and a reader who falls asleep on their shoulder during some sort of nrc road trip.. i'm not sure if nrc would have buses per say considering all the magic and stuff but the concept of an nrc school trip seems super interesting to me so if you're up for the request by all means just have fun with it!! i do notice that your requests are semi open so feel free to decline ofc !

— ☁️

⁀➷ ˖ ROAD TRIP DROWSINESS

notes ─── hi anon! i’m so happy you like my writing! i don't think they'd have buses at nrc because of the mirror, but crowley would probably spring a sudden road trip on them which would just confuse the students, because why? (i also imagine their bus would probably be a bit fancier? idk how to explain it but nothing like the busses i'm used to.)

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR ─── a wave of drowsiness leads you to find comfort on his shoulder ♡ fluff, gender neutral, can be read platonic or romantic, not proofread

transportation for students at nrc was not hard, all they had to do was enter the dark mirror and then they found themselves safely at their destination. so if it was that easy, why in the world was the headmage so adamant that they boarded this bus like they were kids back in middle school? ─ a road trip was his very (might many students say stupid) answer.

the only person who seemed to not have a problem with this sudden turn of events, was the magicless prefect from ramshackle. you didn't give any complaints or groan about using the easy way to get to the destination. you just nodded when the headmage announced the decision.

students were chosen at random, names drawn from a hat (a method the headmage seemed to rely on often).  and as the prefect, and the designated scapegoat for everything crowley did, you were of course among that group, with your dire beast other half. 

“i don't get it,” grim frowned, sitting on your shoulder as you approached the bus, where many familiar faces waited to board. “why can't we just use the mirror?”

ace was walking alongside you, being one of the people drawn to join the group. he had decided to met you at ramshackle, knowing you would inevitably have to board the bus as well. “i think the headmage called it some sort of bonding experience. don't know how a hours-long road will be a bonding experience.”

grim grumbled, turning his head to look at your face. you have yet to say anything to add to the conversation. “whaddya’ think, [name]?”

“what?” you blinked, sending a glance to the dire beast before looking ahead of you once more. “what do i think about what?”

“were you even listening to anything we just said?” ace sighed. 

you hummed, “i’ve learned to tune you guys out the moment you start speaking.” ─ and then you were wincing as the two of them shouted, leaning your head away from the monster as he and ace expressed how offended they were.

you sighed, this was going to be a long ride.

and right you were. 

things were okay (as okay as a group of irritable teenage boys with magic on a bus could be) during the first hour. but as the first hour turned to half, and you found yourself growing drowsy, you attempted to doze off, at least for a good twenty minutes. you were unsuccessful, as the moment you closed your eyes, you were quickly opening them to glance at a yelling grim.

epel and sebek, also being among the names drawn, were sitting next to you. epel and grim looked ready to pounce on an unnamed student who seemed to have picked a fight with them. ace didn't do much to stop the argument, in fact, he was actively encouraging it. and sebek, while he made an attempt to hold back a seething grim, was not of much help either. 

you sighed, but made no move to stop it ─ you expected something to happen eventually, and you weren't all that up to being the “reasonable” one of the group. you aren't sure what the argument was about, but neither did you care. if grim got in trouble for attacking a student, it would come back to bite you, but that was something for future you to worry about.

you glanced around the bus, before your attention landed on the savanaclaw housewarden sitting alone. ─ your friends continued to argue with the random guy, and you were sure they had no intention of ending the argument anytime soon. and you would rather sleep off some time on the road rather than listen to your friends go back and forth with someone you didn't even know the name of. you stood from your seat, uncaring of whether or not it was okay to do so as you approached the empty seat. 

leona had his head down, probably napping, the same thing you wanted to do. when you sat down beside him his ears twitched and he lifted his head to look at you, probably intending to scowl and scare off whoever had been stupid enough to sit beside him, until he realized it was you.

“what are you doing?” he frowned at you, but you went unfazed.

“sitting next to you, obviously.”

leona rolled his eyes, “why?”

instead of giving a verbal answer, you pointed at your friends, where sebek now had a grip on the scruff of grim’s neck, keeping him from jumping at the student. ace was laughing, offering no help to the half-fae. epel was no better than grim, with sebek’s arm held out in front of him, keeping him from doing anything.

"so you came to bother me instead?" he asked, and you looked at him straight-faced.

"yup."

leona sighed, but he didn't tell you to scram (not like you would if he did). he didn't say anything else, only close his eyes again and turning away, likely to try and nap. you weren't offended by his lack of reply, leaning your head back against the seat and trailing your eyes over the bus and your peers.

the longer you sat in somewhat silence ─ save for the incoherent yelling from your friends, you had for the most part zoned out, and the chatter of those on board ─ you found yourself falling to the drowsiness that have been interrupted before. you closed your eyes and let the movement of the bus guide you to sleep.

leona was awake, annoyed by the bus and those on the bus. his ears twitched when he heard your breathing slow beside him and he lifted his head, just as your head lolled to the side and you leaned against his shoulder.

he sighed, but made no move to push you off, glancing around you at the rest of the students of nrc, who were all either sleeping themselves, or chatting with friends. he leaned his head back, eyeing you as you shifted for a moment before relaxing again.

"where'd [name] go?" leona could hear your friends ask, no longer distracted by the argument that they were having with the random student.

he looked back at them, just in time to catch ace's eye, who was the first to see you sleeping against leona. he looked ready to say something, but leona narrowed his eyes on the first year. ace immediately shut his mouth, grinning awkwardly as he turned back to his friends.

leona huffed, looking back down at you to make sure you didn't stir. he adjusted in more comfortable position, an arm resting behind you on the seat, allowing you to lean closer, and hopefully, be more comfortable than leaning against his shoulder the way you had. and then he closed his eyes and joined you in a nap for the rest of the ride. (at least until they stopped for a break.)

this wasn't proofread so there will be probably be mistakes, i'll try to come back to edit later!

do not repost, translate, copy or run my writing through an ai

[honestlywynter]

Stop Obsessing Over The Void And Subliminals (kinda rude rant)

as a person who started interest in the loa in late 2020 discovering subliminals. LOA is simple, idk why it took me 4 years to understand. manifesting is easy.

if you have struggles with manifesting. don't panic imma help you from being like me 😜.

1. Realize you are in control

Stop STOP and i mean fucking STOP. Giving the void and subliminals so much fucking power and bitching about it " OH MY GOSH i didnt enter the void wtf am i gonna doooo 😪 " or " THE SUBLIMINAL SAID 5 Seconds and it would work where is my SP? "

like gorl u sound desperate as fuckkkkk lol

but heres how we change this. first the problem is YOU. why the fuck you depending on some tool? thats like me depending on my feet to make my decisions and getting mad when my feet dont say shit back to me. LOL

but no you just need to strengthen your self concept. you can do this BYYYYY

- repeating affirmations during the day

- changing your thoughts

- Rampages

- &&&& Drumroll pleaaaaseeeee .... 🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

Sleep affirmations. they slip into your consciousness at night :)....At the end i will link my FAVORITE VIDEOS, for the self concept.

2. MANIFEST

oh shit you thought this was gon be long huh? no bookie its just two things. better your self concept and start manifesting. NOW i am gonna some tips.

stop giving the 3d power when you make the 3d...

EXAMPLE:

you start your day saying " oh i have my ideal body im soooo freaking happy i finally did it, like i been x pounds for everrr and i love my body "

and then the second you look in the mirror you like " damn bruh i wish i had my ideal body "

cause like why tf did you just ruin your fucking manifestation, why did you fucking react????

When you look in that mirror this is what they mean by " old story ".

Instead, look in the mirror and close your eyes and imagine your ideal body, or just deny it. " who the fuck is that in the mirror, gorll ik thats not me cause i got my ideal body ive had it since 1823 "

ALSO

dont let your thoughts rule u, u rule them. if you are in public and think " omg they looking at me cause think im big" NO dont do that...

instead say

" Girl they looking at me bc i got my ideal body, and i been had it since a baby in da tummy ahh"

exactly change that mindset. thats it. all you have to do is catch yourself, improve your thoughts and your self concept will be thru the mf roof. So den you can manifest in a snap of a fingerrr. period thats the magic 🪄 sauce bookie. also dont say will say have cause you already have it bookie bear ;)

im open for questions and i am open to telling what ive manifested WITHOUT some dumb ass void or subliminal lol.

heres the video; BTW LOOK AT HER PAGE SHE HAS MUCH MORE.

[kotoku]

not exactly a request, but…

Imagine being a sort of half-blood monster humanoid, perhaps even one of a handful, and spending most of your life feeling as though you don’t belong anywhere, like you just came out wrong and there’s no cure for it...

And then you meet Laios and he absolutely freaking adores you and will not let you forget it.

imagining reader just hiding every single part of their appearance that shows their half-monster side, always walking with their head bowed down in shame. they have experienced so much hate, disgust, and horror to the point they don’t have much mirrors so they can avoid looking at themself. it’s truly sad.

i could see the reader usually spending most of their days down in the floors scavenging for some items that could be sold for money, considering it’s pretty detached from the surface world. maybe the reader is like senshi, who makes the dungeon their makeshift home, navigating the ecosystem and surviving all by themself. i think a floor that may be more deeper or less populated with adventurers is where reader can safely show their more monstrous appearance/self.

and then one fateful day, the reader meets laios. whether its through helping him and his party escape a monster or simply stumbling across them by accident, you’re now bound to his little gang of weirdos. he’d enthusiastically ask if you’d like to join, not knowing your true identity since you immediately sealed yourself away beneath a hood/etc… the reader, who has nothing much going on and figured they could use a change, would join (mostly due to laios’s pestering because you were pretty petrified of these people finding out what you are).

skipping ahead, lets say during a fight your identity was revealed. your appearance shocks the entire party, some feeling a little wary of you (their suspicions were already developing because whatever the situation, you always had that damn hood/cloak on). but nonetheless, they’re accepting. especially a certain blond tall-man who had a undying love for monsters.

ahh, count your days because this man is going to be the death of you. he’s so stunned, happy, fascinated, and angry because why didn’t you tell him !? what do you mean you hated what you are !??! WHY WOULD YOU HIDE SOMETHING AS COOL AS THIS FROM HIM !?!??!

laios is so envious of you, goddamn.

he’ll use every chance he gets to study your anatomy, your biology, your whatever. he’s obsessed. the others are interested too but not as much as laios… often having to wack or chase him away from you when you start feeling overwhelmed.

besides laios’s excited self, the rest of the gang are open to hearing about your insecurities and are a great support system. senshi would like to learn more about you so that he has an idea of your diet and what nutrients you need. chilchuck, a stern fatherly figure to you, would make sure laios isn’t getting too handsy with you. he’s also there to nail it into your head that you arent weird or anything (tough love huh..). marcille, if she doesn’t have any information on your species/monster, would like to learn more about you as well. like chilchuck, she’d be sure to drag laios away when he’s got a little too close and up in your personal space.

one night, you’d explain to laios about your insecurities in detail and your history. he wouldn’t really understand it because you’re so cool ??? but i think he’d get it because he’s been in that kind of situation back in his home town. he may not exactly know what you went through, but at least he’s able to understand and if you let him, he’ll gladly help/support you.

bye, you’d cry from happiness/relief from the party, especially laios’, acceptance.

group hug ensues**

sorry this was so long, it’s a lovely concept and i love just imagining it ^^

[etherealkissed88]

I really wanna manifest a new love interest but like I feel not good enough. Like ik im pretty (which I’ll work on more) but I just feel like I’m not enough and that they won’t like me and that I don’t deserve it. Do u have any tips for this?

you feel like your not good enough because you feel lack within. your self concept is low. self concept is your concept of self so how you view yourself, what you assume to be true about you so clearly you dont think highly of yourself. this is why fulfilling yourself is so important. satisfy yourself in imagination! what do you want to experience? being w this sp but more importantly, feeling secure in yourself and knowing you are good enough. give yourself the feeling of being secure. realize you hold the power at every given moment and you can decide you are now that person who knows they are good enough. deciding takes 1 second. great now its done. now that you are this person whos self concept is on 100, you can have fun in imagination and actually experience anything you want (-> gets you into the wish fulfilled if you havent gotten there already thro deciding).

you can imagine whatever you want that implies this confident version of you. i can give you some ideas: you can visualize a scene where you are looking at yourself in the mirror and you are loving what you see (it doesnt matter what you visualize, its the feeling it gives you so whatever scene that gives you self confidence is good). same with other techniques (affirming, scripting, inner convos, etc -> they should give you the feeling. its not the techniques that manifests, the techniques are only changing yourSELF and its SELF that manifests). anyways, when you visualize your scenes or affirm or do whatever, focus on actually satisfying yourself in imagination. what actually makes you feel “good enough”? play around with this and know a confident version of you already exists. your only job is to embody that version and decide thats you now.

someone who has a high self concept is someone who knows they are top tier and they always get what they want, etc. embody this version! from here do whatever you want: techniques or no techniques, you are being this person in imagination. with techniques, you experience what you want for fun while knowing or with the intent of knowing (getting into the state of the wish fulfilled) that its done. with no techniques, you just know/decide its done. your goal is to hold this high concept of self by satisfying yourself aka accepting/assuming it.

once youve felt this confident feeling and you can confidently say: “i know i am good enough” or if you just decided you are good enough, its done. continue being that person in imagination since thats who you are now. if you fall out this state, just get back in when your ready and know you are always perfect ! 🎀

to add: working on self concept means: you are no longer the person who thinks theyre not good enough -> you know ur good enough, (like duh). you are no longer the person who’s sp doesnt like them -> duh they like you because your literally perfect. change those assumptions on yourself. and i make it clear that getting into the state of the wish fulfilled does all that for you.

[yanderestarangel]

Ok MATE SO FORGIVE ME UNHINGEDNESS BUT I HAVE A REQUEST FOR A SMUT WITH KANO AND YES FTM READER

My request is like the reader is Kano's sugar baby and the reader slowly falls in love with him. You can do anything with the kinks i'm just in love with that aussie man, he's so ughhh, like make it rough but the things he says are gentle if you get what i'm saying

"daddy's pretty boy" ⸺ sugar daddy!kano x ftm reader

TW: daddykink, afab anatomy, semi public sex, smut, v!sex, sugar daddy concept, age gap, praise, blowjob, degradation, spanking, kano is extremely vulgar (as he is kanonically)

He gave you everything you asked for or wanted to ask for in the not so distant future, cars, mansions, dresses, heels, suits - everything you could imagine being expensive in a capitalized and consumerist world... He gave it to you.

You met Kano at a difficult stage in your life, he gave you a job as one of his lackeys helping with futile things at 'black dragons', but deep down he knew that you weren't born for this but rather to be pampered and taken care of.

Kano was not a saint, he never was, since he entered a position of power he always liked relationships without commitments, just sex and some kind of company on lonely nights, someone who would listen to his daydreams about music and weapons - even if it was a false interest, earned by dollar bills deposited in a fragile check and with you, in the beginning, it was no different.

He made you a proposal, being his sugar baby, and stopping working hard, was a better proposal than carrying heavy boxes of weapons all day, leading you to quickly accept.

The sex was good, the gifts were good, his company - however contradictory it was - was also good, you fucked at any opportunity, but he also never ran away from just a good platonic conversation, no kisses, no lustful touches, just hours on end of the two of you sitting, with you on his lap looking at the stars.

You promised yourself that you wouldn't fall in love, you wouldn't get attached to him, he was a bad and crazy man, someone you don't have a serious relationship with.

But, the way he made you feel, the warm touches, the warm smiles, the compliments, especially when he spanked your ass and called you "pretty boy" but not just a pretty boy... You were his pretty boy, it was impossible not to get attached to his persona, damn Kano was irresistible in a dangerous and... Delicious way.

It was another normal day, shopping for clothes with Kano looking you up and down, drinking his beer in the private changing room he had reserved just for you that day. You looked at yourself in the mirror, satisfied with the result, while asking for his opinion. Kano put his arm around your shoulder and pulled you close to him, kissing the top of your head.

"-My little pretty boy, you're everything I want in a companion. You make my heart race and my dick hard as fuck just by looking at you." He said, drinking more beer while staring at your reflection. "-You look like a slutty angel." He continued, running his fingers over your chest, making you shiver with excitement "-I bet you'd be an amazing slut if you ever decided to become one." Kano grinned wickedly.

"-Do you want me to show you how good you can be baby boy doll? Do you trust daddy enough to let him teach you all about being a dirty little slut?" He spoke hoarsely, the breath of expensive beer and cigars entered your nose, while the ice cream from his bionic heart brushed against your skin.

Kano pressed his huge erection into your body, making you moan and ask if someone would catch you two there, fucking vulgarly. "-Relax boy.... I've got you covered. No one is going to see us here, not with the kind of money I have." He unzipping his pants and letting his hard cock spring out, he pushed you to your knees with a loud thump, as he teasingly rubbed his hot, thick cock across your cheek, soon watching you grab his member hard, as if it were your last fucking meal.

"-You're such a good little slut. Suck daddy's cock for me, make it wet and slippery." He running his fingers through your hair. "-Fuck boy, you really are my pretty boy." As you sucked him off, Kano grabbed your ass cheeks, spreading them apart and exposing your tight pussy to the mirror.

"-I can see us in the mirror, you're such a pretty boy, taking my huge cock deep into your throat." He spanking your ass as he fucked your mouth, without giving you time to react, just moaning against his hard cock. Kano soon pushing two fingers deep into your pussy, making you moan loudly as he fucked you with his fingers "-You'd be an amazing cock sucker. You have no idea how much I enjoy watching you worship my dick like this."

"-Oh shit, I knew you were good, but damn boy, you're amazing." Kano grinned wickedly, pulling his fingers out of your cunt - He turned you around so you were looking at his face, staring at the redness of the bionic eye he had. Without warning, Kano pushed his dick into your wet pussy, making you cry out in pleasure and pain. "-Good boy, daddy likes that..."

His hips met yours in sounds of flesh wet with lustful juices, his dick was already completely wet with your saliva and pre-semen, while you stared at his face with pleasure. With each rough but loving rhythm, you noticed that he was becoming softer, deciding to gain courage and talk about your feelings - which went beyond sex and money, beyond sugar babies and sugar daddy - between moans, you told him everything, closing your eyes. eyes and clinging to Kano's muscles, while he grunted with each thrust.

"-I knew it baby...You're in love with me. And I'm in love with you too, my little pretty boy." He moaned, thrusting his cock deeper into your pussy. "-We make the perfect team, don't we? I want you to know that you'll always have a place with me... Fuuck- You're more than just a pretty boy with a hot body. You're my little companion and I care for you deeply."

The thought of cumming for Kano was too much for you to handle, and you soon orgasmed, screaming loudly as waves of pleasure washed over you. You milked his cock, as you squirted, he held you easily, as he continued to prolong your pleasure and seek out his peak.

"-No matter what happens, I'll be here for you, my prince."

With those words, Kano came inside of you, filling your pussy with his hot cum. As he pulled out of you, you felt a sense of warmth and love that you had never experienced before. He placed a kiss on your cheek "-You're more beautiful this way, you know? Daddy Kano's pretty boy, forever and ever."

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

[shutupineedtothink]

Ok so my friend and I just recorded 4 HOURS of raw audio breaking down the OUAT pilot, season 1 finale, and discussing the show in general for our new podcast where we make each other watch episodes of our favorite shows and talk about them together. It’s exactly as fun as you would imagine. :)

But even after all that, I still have things I forgot to say or didn’t get to. So here’s a few of them:

1. “Evil” as addiction: the OUAT writers treat the concept of being evil like addiction/substance abuse which is really interesting and kind of a bold choice for a 2011 show about fairytales. Then within that structure they show basically the two choices you have when facing addiction: choose not to use and become a better, healed version of yourself (Regina) or keep using and stay stuck in your patterns and hurt everyone you love forever (Rumple). As a child of an alcoholic who has chosen the latter, I loved watching Regina’s journey in this context and while she stumbles a lot, she keeps striving to be good even though she gets the short end of the stick most of the time. And her North Star is always Henry, which I think is important to show that you don’t just change because you feel like it, there usually has to be the threat of something worse happening if you don’t change (in this case, losing Henry physically and emotionally).

2. Regina Mills might be the most psychologically complex and interesting character on prime time tv in the 2010s? Period??

3. I rambled a good bit in the podcast about the costumes and color symbolism but here’s a bit more for you: Once Regina is on team heroes she often wears some kind of red top (the hero’s color) with a black jacket/coat over it showing that she’s changed on the inside but she still *looks* like the evil queen on the outside and can now use that persona/power to her advantage instead of being consumed by it. By the end of S5 this contrasts with Emma who wears her signature red jacket but a black/white/gray sweater underneath, showing that she’s a little more of a mix of good and evil these days post-dark one. In a color sense, they’re almost mirror images of each other at this point, and it’s really cool.

4. I know a lot of people are really salty about how Emma’s light kind of dims toward S4, 5, 6, and I’m right there with you. Her character feels flatter, and honestly kind of depressed. Now idk if this was a real choice on the writers’/JMo’s part, if she was going through some stuff at this time and it just showed up in the character, or what. That said, it does track for me in a way, especially post-dark one. She should be kind of thrown off by everything that’s happened! She should be changed! I just wish they had done something with it instead of pretending it was normal. If Regina’s struggle with evil is analogous to addiction, why can’t Emma’s struggle with evil be analogous to depression? It would have been an interesting take. Somebody write the fic.

I could keep going but I’ll stop here for now. Stay tuned for the podcast!

[ewingstan]

So various philosophers who play in the space of personal identity use a concept called quasi-memories, or "q-memories." Basically, these are memories that you have that someone lived through, though that someone may not have been you. If a ghost passed through you and you suddenly shared its recollection of a war battle, you wouldn't be remembering it (because it didn't happen to you), but you would be q-remembering it (because its a memory belief you have that did happened to someone). Notably all your actual memories are q-memories, since the requirement is just that it corresponds in the usual way memories do to an experience someone had, that someone could be you. But so are memories transplanted from someone else to you, the memories a perfect clone of you would have corresponding to "your" life, the memories a fused being would have of any of the beings it was formed from, etc. Its a good way of discussing the psychologies of beings over time without assuming they share identity.

Parfit makes the case that q-memories are among the important psychological connections that make up the sense of self we actually care about. Its because I have memories of my past self that I care about my past self (and think of them as my past self in a robust sense); the reason I might not feel a strong connection to my past infant self is because I don't share any memories with them. Whereas, if I suddenly split in two with each half sharing the same q-memories, each would have an equal claim to being a continuation of my old self.

More interesting for our purposes is a point Derek Parfit brings up somewhat offhandedly: "If I knew that I could q-remember other people's experiences, these beliefs would come to me in a more guarded form: for example, 'Someone—probably I—did that.' I might have to workout who it was." (Personal Identity, 1971). I imagine that, for just the same reasons memories are important for creating a sense of self I can identify with over time, someone who experienced q-memories from other people would have their sense of identity absolutely shattered.

Imagine it: you wake up, and find that you've passively absorbed the memories of everyone in your apartment block. You remember that you need to make it to your son's violin recital, grimacing at the thought of making him cry again like he did last time. You also remember that the kid is your neighbor's son, and that you've been annoyed for weeks by the sound of him practicing above your kitchen. You sit for a minute to work out if your the parent or the neighbor. This apartment your in only has the one bedroom, so its a safe bet that its not your kid.

You get up to make some bacon (your favorite breakfast food) but have to throw them away once the smell gets to you (you couldn't keep meat down since that visit to the abattoir in 6th grade). You look up at the mirror and step back in shock, thinking thats not right—and then stagger, as you remember 10 different faces that should be yours.

You grab your keys, thankful that the electronic keyfob will let you hear which car is yours. You pass a man in the hall. You feel crushing guilt—you've been cheating on him for two months now. You feel uncanny shock—you're looking at yourself! You feel annoyance—that tenant's been more insistent on getting the law involved over maintenance issues, and that might reveal how you've been using unlicensed contractors to skirt costs.

As you get in the car and try to remember which place you remember working is the one you work at, you wonder if you even need to go to work at all. After all, you suddenly know the lies and secrets of everyone in the building. It would take some time to work out whose lies and secrets they are, but still: You could sit back and live passively on the blackmail money. Almost as soon as the thought occurs to you, you're overtaken with panic. You remember all the panic everyone's felt over being discovered—you cant let anyone know your secrets!

Derek Parfit really missed his real calling of coming up with fucked up Thinker powergens. Or pitching short story ideas to Borges.

[cupids-chamber]

— I'M GONNA LOVE YOU, RIGHT TILL' YOU HATE ME GENDER NEUTRAL READER 

IMAGINE: Yandere!Twst cast, dreaming of the MC, before they ended up Twst, and even though they searched for them, they couldn't quite find them... now that they've found them.. they can't seem to let you go.. how would they feel when they've learned that there are more competitors for your love.

A/N: I'm gonna call this the dreaming of you au! I have some plans for it.. I had to split this in part, because of tumblr's fucking word limit.

SAVANACLAW / HEARTSLABYUL / DIASOMNIA / OCTAVINELLE / SCARABIA + IGNIHYDE / POMEFIORE

He couldn’t recall when the dreams had first started, it was quite suffocating.. Looking back, he was tired of the same dream over and over again, yet it changed.. Slowly, he watched you growing up along with him, it was as if his dreams mirrored your own life.. And at one point, he believed that these vivid dreams held some meaning, there had to be a reason why he’d keep seeing the same person over and over again… At one point, he even started to believe that you were his.. Someone meant for him.. And as he grew older, he couldn’t help but search for you, wanting to validate his thoughts and imagination, which has gotten rather out of hand over the past few years. 

He didn’t even consider that others would have taken interest in you as well, ‘did they see you in their dreams as well?’.. The thought would have driven him wild, had he not been patient thus far, he might have truly lost himself then and there.. However, if he had waited this long, then it wouldn’t have been difficult to wait a bit longer.. After all.. He knew you a lot better than you know yourself.. He just needs you to realize.. That you’re his.. and he is yours…

YANDERE!IDIA, He recalls losing sleep, scrolling through the internet, scattering sources, trying to trace your whereabouts, all to no avail.. he remembered your name, that he heard you say once or twice in his dreams, you'd rarely speak to him... how he wished he could approach you in these vivid daydreams.. but your voice played through his head on loop, like a broken record repeating the same tune over and over again, as he recites the dream he had that particular day... You couldn't imagine his shock when he saw you, for the very first time.. he couldn't help but grow jealous when he inquired about how others had seen you beforehand, maybe he should have taken an interest in the so called magicless perfect beforehand, but how could he think of others, while his mind was so incredibly crowded with thoughts of you..

YANDERE!KALIM, Kalim had been a sweetheart from young, he couldn’t have ever guessed that there may have been an underlying meaning to his dreams.. Until he took notice of its repeating nature, he’d have the same dream over and over again, it was quite tedious.. aggravating even.. However, Kalim was known to be patient, unlike his peers. He was always calm, however one shouldn’t confuse his patience as him being dimwitted, sure Kalim wasn’t the brightest in the box, but he wasn’t an utter buffoon, he knew when something was wrong.. well most of the time.. He questioned the dreams, and the day he did.. He dreamt of something different, still his dreams centered around you as always.. And it was quite consistent, soon the old books on dreams and astrology became quite boring to the young child, he picked up a story book.. an odd story book indeed, he never knew this sort of book was in publishing, none the less it was quite conveniently placed near him, and in its contents Kalim came to learn of an odd concept.. dreaming of your soulmate, and dreaming of someone who was born just for him.. The concept seemed quite outdated and far fetched, but he couldn’t help but believe it! Kalim had always been such a hopeless romantic in such scenarios.. One could argue this is how he was raised, or maybe the book had blurred his thoughts.. Yet, when he first laid eyes on you.. he was sure you were meant to be his!.. Anyone who said otherwise, was but an inconvenience.. Just like anyone who gets in his way.. 

YANDERE!JAMIL, Jamil had been serving Kalim for the longest time, truly he couldn’t catch a break.. not when he was so.. ridiculously annoying.. even during slumber he couldn’t catch a break, ever since you appeared!, truly at first he resented you more than anything, another pestering source of annoyance, ruining his day and mood, yet he was lucky to have never been able to face you, at least then he could loathe you secretly and remain at peace within himself.. But he began despising his dreams for that same reason, fairly soon.. You were.. brilliant. A change to his day to day life, really.. He couldn’t quite recall how he fell for you, just that he had fallen for you.. Around this time Kalim kept blabbering on and on about a certain person he kept meeting in his daydreams, Jamil was too concerned about himself to spare a single care to his words, until he had heard about an unexpected book he had read.. The contents of which interested him quite lots’... ‘Soulmates, that’s ridiculous..!’ He thought, closing the book and refusing to look back, he couldn't delude himself further, he was above thinking of such childish things, and believing the contents of such ludicrous things. Yet he met you, here on the very school grounds.. He didn’t know how to react, maybe the contents of the book weren't as far fetched as he had predicted, maybe the two of you were predestined…

© cupids-chamber, do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my work without prior and or confirmation.

[elliezlils11utt]

Heyy! Can I pleasee request small headcanons of reader putting cute makeup on Ellie and Abby? (separate reactions)…Just wondering how the girls would react? Pretty sure they would only agree cause their beautiful gf asked for it…otherwise they're grumpy asf about it lol. I lowkey imagine reader jokingly telling Jock!Abby that she should attend the football practice with makeup on, and Abby being speechless 😭 Love your blog btw! 💜

A/n: hi hi hi !! Thank you smmm love !! when I read this I was genuinely so excited. I love this concept so much omfgg. This is super fluffy & I’m living for it.

Contents: sfw!! Jock!abby, loser!ellie, Reader being iconic. Super duper uper fluffy !!

Pink=reader, not pink= Abby/ellie !!

Abby:

“babbyyy, pleaseee !! you’ll look so cuteee!!”

you’d whine as your girlfriend sits grumpy on the bed. you make yourself look small and watch her with big eyes. she tries to hold her tough demeanor but eventually after watching your doe eyes looking up at her she lets out a huff in defeat. you run over and grab her arm, pulling her to your vanity with a grin glued to your face.

“I didn’t say yes.” she so obviously gave in.

“Your sigh said it all” you giggle pulling out your makeup. while you would do her makeup you’d be giggling and laughing the entire time.

*she’d be so interested in everything you did. Everytime you pulled a new product out she’d ask you ‘what you were putting on her face’ in her words

*“what’s that?”

“it’s jst primer babe, calm down your not going to die” you squeeze the substance on her face and she’d definitely back away at the cold temperature.

“why is it sticky?!”

*“Annnnnddd, your all done.” finishing spraying setting spray on her face (which she most definitely complained about) you’d put a mirror in her face to reveal her new look. your face beaming with pride at your handy job. she takes one look in the mirror and sighs.

“You look so pretty. like a pretty princess !!”

“if you don’t shut up your going to regret it.” she’d tease with a grin.

Later that day you’d find her getting ready to take off the makeup that you spent soooo long on.

“Babbyyyyy !! Why are you taking it off?”

“I’ve got practice babe.”

“So? You should leave it on !”

she stares at you with a blank expression before bursting out laughing.

“ha- that’s funny, your funny.”

Ellie:

*with Ellie I think it would be more of a natural thing. like you guys would be getting ready for a party and she’d be watching the you get ready. Maybe she’s on her phone and looking up at u occasionally from the bed. you’d notice and look back at her with a mischievous ass look, eyeliner in hand.

*ellie definitely read your mind before u even said anything.

*”babe, no.”

*”babe, yes”

*and that’s how she’d end up under you, you straddling, her hips. Leaning over with your tongue poked out the side of ur mouth, painting eyeliner on her. she’d get all flustered and avoid eye contact.

*she most definitely would act like she hated every minute of it but in reality she loved looking up at your concentrated face. I jst know her heart would be pumping out of her chest omfgg.

* I can definitely see Ellie as the typa girl to say she doesn’t understand makeup, then after you put eyeliner on her she’d sit on the floor of the bathroom practicing it on herself like the little loser she is.

A/N: this was so fun to write im inlove. I need more Abby requests bc I love writing for Abby so muchhh !! 😭🤭

[ay0nha]

Hi! Could I request something with adult Newt Scamander? Like, maybe having a cute moment while doing some gardening with him? That's so cottagecore hufflepuff newt Scamander fluff

Fem or gender neutral reader if you decide to do it 😅 thank you!!

OOOOOOOO

Yes. Yes. Yes.

This is very cute! I love the concept. I think I may have to throw some angst in there. Imagine the reader and Newt are still in that pining phase, and feelings are revealed along the way.

I've started concocting a lil sm sm and am putting a lil snippet of progress below! So, stay tuned :)

Words: 0.6K, Pairing: Newt Scamander x gn!reader (ravenclaw)

You had a green thumb. You were convinced of it by how your fingers traced the dew drops on your newly sprouted strawberries. They were small, not quite showing deep red hues, but they were there.  Excitement bubbled in your chest. Your inner Ravenclaw finally became content, finally proving to your old Herbology professor that you truly could excel in all subjects.  

The sun's warmth was just settling on the leaves of the small garden, creating a humid mist. It was far too early to knock on Newt’s case. The picture was already in your head—him startled, sleep marks mirroring the indents of the desk he laid his head on. Either that, or he was still awake, not quite ready to call it a night, or let alone realize the next day was already creeping up. 

That time already? He’d ask innocently, hoping it would ease the look you shot him. Yet, if it had to come down to it, he knew what could truly thaw your glare. Anything new in your garden? 

“Strawberries.” The voice that startled you was small, barely perceptible in the soft breeze.

“You’re up?” You brushed the dirt off your hands to busy yourself.  The only time Newt was up before you was when he was leaving. To hide your frown, you turned to your trowel to fiddle with. “Where are you off to this time?”

“Australia,” Newt commented. “Poachers have been taking Acromantuas there.”

Talking about his creatures, Newt naturally rambled. The spiders were taken from their homes under the guise of protection, only to be taken to Australian farms to be bred. You wondered how he followed and tracked all the peculiarities, but over the years, you learned it was pure instinct. 

Newt watched your gaze travel, thinking your interest in what he had to say was lost. Yet, he missed how your gaze covered your thoughts of how you would miss his company. His time away varied, and you’d grown accustomed to the chattering of creatures and an extra mouth to feed. 

“Have breakfast before you leave.” You decided for him, already pushing yourself from the ground to match his height. 

The kitchen table was small, meant for one person, as was the home itself. It was charming, cozy, and away from the noise of any city. The chairs pulled up at the table were mismatched and caused your knees to hit Newt’s with every shared meal habitually. 

You noted Newt’s comfortability off of it all, of your company. No longer did he blush and apologize with every knock on the knee, but instead, he leaned into it. Or so that’s how you wished to imagine it. 

“How long will you be gone?” The question felt caught at the back of your throat. Once relieved of its position, you sat up a bit straighter.

Newt’s eyes were on your crossed leg, which pulled away from his own. Subconscious or not, he offered you a questioning expression.

“You’ve never asked me that before…” The comment slipped out with pure curiosity, without realizing the repercussions of the blunt tone. “I-I mean, you…you just, I won’t be…” He paused with a nervous laugh before pushing out the rest, “...I won’t be gone long.”

You hummed in thought, your eyes cast down.“You may miss out on the strawberries, is all.”  

I’ll miss you, is what you meant to get across. You confessed the feeling in your chest to yourself, but you hadn’t attempted to share it. You planned to take it to the grave.

“I’m sure there will be plenty,” Newt encouraged knowingly. “Your garden has been growing beautifully.”

Although the one to offer the compliment, Newt was bashful. The compliments weren’t frequent, but their existence caused a welcomed ripple in your chest.

[strwberri-milk]

🧚🏽‍♀️~ Interesting and slightly wild (and kind of funny) concept:

A Body swap between Kaeya and the reader!

On this occasion, the reader is more on the timid side so naturally it’s rather obvious something is amiss because of their contradicting personalities.

I’d imagine Kaeya is having the time of his life (the reader is afab) experiencing life through his partners eyes (and body in a funny way). While on the other hand the reader is freaking out 😭 because how are going to pull being Kaeya until they find a cure. 

Exuding confidence is not the reader’s forte despite not being a complete push over. They do struggle with their confidence.

Maybe you could include some funny instances!

omg i love a good bodyswap ngl they do be smacking

Neither of you expected to wake up in the other's body. You just woke up like this, Kaeya admitting a little reluctantly he was once again the recipient of yet another one of Albedo's experimentations. Kaeya couldn't just not show up to work so the two of you decided to try and go through your days. It did not go well.

You tried to walk into his office and promptly got lost because you were so lost in your thoughts that you almost crashed into Lisa. She clocked immediately that you weren't Kaeya with the way you drew into yourself and tried so hard to avoid eye contact. Thankfully, she agrees to keep your secret and help you out a little bit. She gets all of Kaeya's work for you, even showing you how to fill it out but when she realises your writing doesn't match his at all she just starts to do it herself. She then decides to make you go outside and run errands for the Knights.

You had no idea that being Kaeya would be this difficult. You had a feeling it would be hard with the fact that he carried himself with the utmost confidence but you thought you might have been able to make it work. Clearly not, with the way your face kept heating up and your desperate to stay away from people.

That, plus the breeze that kept your chest feeling a little cold made you incredibly distracted. You kept a hand on your chest or tried to use your scarf to cover up, brushing off concerns from the people around you by telling them that the breeze today seemed to be bothering you more often than usual.

When you felt someone's arms wrap around your waist you panic a little, trying to figure out how to reject them without accidentally ruining Kaeya's reputation more than you already definitely were. You were getting a little too many strange looks today after all. The second you meet your own face you jump a little before realising that impish grin on your face was from Kaeya.

He teases you about failing so bad at being him, even pulling the scarf away so he could "see the goodies" for which you smacked him for. The action was so you that he couldn't help but laugh, wishing he could kiss you without feeling so weird about trying to lean into his own face.

Kaeya's day was much more fun. He chose to wear something that you might not normally wear, strutting around your room and turning in the mirror to admire your body. He thought that you were so pretty and he wished you would dress like this more.

It didn't take long for him to realise this might be his only chance to see what you look like wearing some outfits you were too shy to wear so he spent most of his morning prettying you up and taking photos to prove that you were as pretty as he thought you were.

Soon enough he got bored so he decided to go out, a little unused to the clothes on his body but he enjoyed making small talk with some of your friends or just spending a bit of time to himself. He was just enjoying a nice drink when he heard some people whispering about how Kaeya must not be feeling well, following the trail until he saw you panicking in front of a stand trying to decide what treat Lisa would like more. Of course he thought it would be a great time to scare the living shit out of you, grabbing your waist and laughing when you almost jumped a mile into the air.

Suffice to say the two of you decided to spend the rest of the time like this either together or just at home. It was going to be a bit of a learning curve but it was much better than accidentally ruining each other's lives by not really knowing how to act like the other person.

[jaggedwolf]

pll rewatch 1x07-1x08

while watching previous episodes, I was thinking, wait, Emily has to have a car this season because of [SPOILER]. Does she just randomly start appearing with one?

of course not. instead she wins a car (the BEAUTIFUL TOYOTA) in a raffle the same night she falls down in a mirror maze

1x07 begins with us still on Homecoming night, where we get (1) Spencer, Hanna, and Aria clinging to each other like frightened puppies while looking for Emily and (2) Toby bringing Emily to the hospital

Spencer suggests the trio split up and is immediately indignant at the idea she be the one to go alone lmao

Poor Toby. No one is nice to him :( Spencer said her classic "The devil has a name and it's Toby!" line but Pam also said "people cross the street when they see him", poor fricking teenager.

Emily is like, as someone who has exchanged more than one sentence with Toby, I don't think he's a murderer? and Spencer cannot stand it she is so annoyed

Emily phrases it as "why am in my bed and not in a body bag" <3 Emily's horror movie visceral imagination

FIRST BARRY MAPLE APPEARANCE. HE'S HERE. THE ONE KIND-OF OKAY COP IN ROSEWOOD. ALL HAIL BARRY MAPLE.

Hanna is back to winning her one-woman #BestAlly competition and she's doing so good! I'll repeat this in the tags of a future post, but it is so interesting to me that this is the first step in Hannily becoming close as a pair - before Hanna gets the photos, Aria and Spencer are the ones expressing individual concern over Emily, but once this arc happens, Hanna is all-in

And says exactly what Emily needs to hear. Also saying things to injured Emily: Pam Fields, who is stressing her daughter out and has no idea why.

Ella, Byron is a cheating douchenozzle but go to your son's sportsball game! Mike's done nothing wrong!

Spencer has zero concept of having a job, let alone a service one. Of course she can waltz right into the kitchen to chit-chat, of course Alex must be lying if he says he's working on a day the club is closed. Oh, Spencer.

She does take to making fruit kebabs to hang out with him

Alex says he's never seen her photo with devil horns before and I don't think he's lying...so an A thing? But I prefer to think that it was the kitchen employee from the day before who was all het up about Spencer's health code violations

can any of the liars look normal when talking to the blind girl. (Spencer about Jenna to Emily: You didn't eat one of her cookies, did you?)

well, Emily did okay, but Emily had to deal with Jenna straight up sitting on her bed. Who does that?? But very funny in light of the S2 Halloween episode, isn't Emily dealing with enough.

Aria playing peacemaker as Spencer and Hanna argue in the woods. Oh, Aria, it's like watching a terrier trying to get in between a bloodhound and a golden retriever.

and here we get our first inter-liar callout of Spencer's parents being there to bail her out! I completely forgot it was Hanna who does this, but very fair, Hanna, very fair

Lucas and Hanna bond over watching the stupidest youtube videos, which makes so much sense for them. SMH Sean, not even a smile for turkey on a skateboard? Between that and sending Aria flowers, you deserve the shenanigans you accidentally find yourself in later this season

Emily and Maya get to have nice cute banters about going on a date and manage to make out at a zombie movie without anything bad happening! Good for them!

Especially since everything non-Maya makes Emily look so distressed

like Toby, which leads to the best conversation Emily, Spencer, and Hanna have on Emily's window seat

Emily, clearly upset: I couldn't bring myself to ask. Jenna was so upset. But his bike… it looked like it was… like it was wrecked.

Spencer: Well, I'm not gonna cry over this, and neither should you.

Hanna: Spencer, if she liked him she can cry about it!

Spencer: Well, I'm sorry for speaking.

Spencer: ......Look she's right, I can't tell you what to feel.

and yet Spencer will never stop attempting to, love this maniac

good god I forgot about the Jason recasting, I look forward to when this dark-haired suit-wearer with a stick up his ass is gone

Best A message:

SUBJECT: THE DEDICATION

DO IT RIGHT. I'LL BE WATCHING. JUST LIKE TOM SAWYER. --A

Why did A prepend the message with a subject, do they miss emailing Spencer? I had to explain the Tom Sawyer reference too haha.

A's gonna trick them into painting a fence next

We get so many flashbacks of Alison being terrible by the lakeshore that summer day

Flashback dynamic notes: Emily smiles and laughs at everything Alison says, no matter how mean; Aria is horny for Noel and pays the least attention to Alison; Hanna laughs at the first insult Ali throws at Lucas but then very weakly tries to defend him; Spencer is...Spencer is almost getting bored of Alison's terribleness?

and yet "that's immortality my darling" remains, and so does Alison's bracelet in her nightstand drawer

I like to think Aria had to dig through all her shit to find her bracelet, compared to the other three XD

"what about justice" re: never finding out who killed Alison, Spencer my sweet summer child....sometimes Spencer is the most naive of the liars, in her own way

Spencer's already sent two S.O.S texts this season. Did the girls agree on this code or did Spencer just decide this is her way of asking for help and everyone automatically understood it

isn't this memorial a bit too revealing of her dynamic with y'all, I'd be so self-conscious

and yet, even after an episode filled with flashbacks of Alison's cruelty, I understand all four of their speeches for her.

[thecoppercompendium]

TTRPGs for Palestine – what I’m excited about

Image by Jes the Human (the amazing organiser of the bundle), used with permission

Earlier this month I made a post about the TTRPGs for Palestine itch.io bundle, saying I would make a proper post after I got back from the con I was attending. Well, it’s been a week since that con, and I’m back to make the proper post I promised!

Here’s the plan: I’m going to spend several hours going through as many games as I can in the bundle and picking out some that intrigue me (I wish I could talk about more but I am one mere human). Brace yourself, this is going to be a long post, in fact, multiple long posts.

I’m going through the bundle alphabetically – there’s a lot of games, so it’ll be a while before I reach the far end of the alphabet. One day I’ll reach Z…

Jump below the cut for the games, or go buy the bundle and come back after!

199X: SHUTDOWN by Thursday Garreau

The game is described on the itch page as “a retro-throwback cyberpunk microgame” and sees players as troubleshooters in an enclosed corporate city, lorded over by a mad AI. The flavour seems really interesting and I can’t wait to dig into its dystopian hellscape.

Find 199X: SHUTDOWN here.

5 Second Rule by Lucky Newt Games

This one sounds hilarious and a fantastic thinking-outside-the-box type game. The core concept is you play a superhero – with a catch. Your powers are limited to or by 5 seconds. You and a team of similarly-limited heroes must work together to make it through the training facility. This sounds like an absolute ball to play, cannot wait to grab some friends to give it a try.

Find 5 Second Rule here.

A Cold Wind and a Dark Sky by various authors

Not sure what kind of thing you want to play? A Cold Wind and a Dark Sky is a game anthology from a host of authors, featuring 31 entries created for #Promptober and the Minimalist TTRPG Jam. With how inventive the authors and prompts are, you’re sure to find a gem in here.

Find A Cold Wind and a Dark Sky here.

A Matter of Time by L Watson

Reading through the page for A Matter of Time sets a definite tone. There’s a playthrough excerpt, followed by a short passage before the page continues. I knew I’d be interested in this one before I made it halfway down the page. I’ll let the passage speak for itself:

There's something behind you in the mirror. Echoed footsteps just a bit too slow to be your own. Your fully charged phone dies as you go to take a photo. For every hasty justification and reassurance, something here is wrong. There's an animal instinct inside you on high alert, goosebumps trailed across your skin. Do you believe in ghosts? Are you sure?

I’m a sucker for horror, and this seems right up my alley. It’s designed as a two-player game, so I’ll be working out which of my friends would be most onboard with being scared shitless.

Find a Matter of Time here.

A Stitch in Time by Poorna Mazumdar and Armaan Babu

The itch page for this game is brief but what there is definitely caught my interest. It’s another two-player game, with players taking on the roles of chrono-stellar cartographers. The mechanic that caught my interest in particular was using letters to restore forgotten places. I’m always up for imaginative mechanics, and this fits the bill! Looking forward to digging in properly!

Find a Stitch in Time here.

ABOMINATIONS by Elliot Davis

Once again, I feel like the page sells the concept better than I ever could, so let’s start with a quote:

You are a Scientist. They tried to tell you to stop playing God. You replied, “Who’s playing?” and spliced in another gene.

In this GM-less game players embody the aforementioned scientists, splicing together their own abominations, then pitting your creation against others. I particular like the gene system included – it uses letter tiles, as in Bananagrams or Scrabble. Overall, this looks exactly my level of chaotic and I suspect I know some folks who this would be perfect for.

Find ABOMINATIONS here.

That’s all for now, folks! I’ll be back with some more from the bundle later!

[cosmichighpriestess]

Divine Master of Creation

We are here to acknowledge humanity for the level of awakening that has been taking place over the last several years since 2012. There was a total shift in collective consciousness that took place at that time. It has been a gradual awakening; slowly each earthwalker has awareness of a new level of consciousness. We celebrate this with you and honor each of you for your willingness to open and allow a new level of consciousness to be present in your conscious mind and activities.

Where do you go from here? 

Let us offer some ideas as to what is happening in your awareness. We invite you to consider that you are the doer, the doing and the deed. When you allow yourself to consider that the reality you are experiencing is of your own creation, you become empowered and step into the knowing that you are pure conscious energy. You are the creator, the creation and the result.  Other ways of saying this are that you are the canvas, the artist and the painting. You are the mirror, the reflection and the observer.

We want you to look at your life and apply this concept to what is happening. Notice what you will own as your creation and notice what you are willing to blame on others or events. We stress this truth to you that if it is in your reality, you have created it in some manner from your beliefs and patterns. 

If your reality is something that you do not like or that you push against, look carefully from a place of interest and see how you might have created what is happening.

This process of enlightenment is the next level of your personal empowerment. When you can view what you are experiencing from a place of ownership everything will shift.

Remember you are here in this dimension as a divine master of creation. You are here to practice creating; you are here to practice manipulating energy. However this planet is the most challenging because the energy field of this dimension is an energy field of unconscious limitation.

As a divine conscious being, when you come into a physical body you are required to match the energy field of the dimension that you step into. So you as an all knowing divine being, come into a physical body, empathically matching this realty of limitation and 

Many people take their first breath and their last never realizing who they really are. They stay unconscious and their physical consciousness is programmed with limitation.

However there has been a subtle shift taking place within the collective consciousness. More and more individuals are awakening to the realization that they are more than their physical self.

You are awakening to your true understanding of why you are here at this time on this limited planet. You are awakening and realizing that you have been creating your reality all along. We know this will trigger those who have experienced abuse, heartache, trauma.

So let us explain. Imagine as a divine being you decided to come back to the limited dimension to uplift and transform misqualified energy. As a powerful master this seemed like an easy task, so you decided to take a physical form, a body. Yet remember, part of this dimension's energy is unconscious and limited. So the minute you take your first breath you go unconscious and your physical consciousness is programmed with limitation. You forget that you are a divine powerful creator here to transform the negative energy in this dimension the negative energy that you experience.

So each negative experience triggers your sense of being powerless, the victim. You live out the reality that life here is difficult, painful and unfair. You talk about the unfairness, the difficulty, your news continues to broadcast the negative events and they continue to stay locked in place as well as this just creating more of the same.

We say stop! We say own your power to transform! Step out of your limited unconsciousness and truly own your ability to create. Own your responsibility for creating the negative even if you are uncertain just how you created it.

The energy that has been bathing your planet is an energy supporting you in stepping out of these limitations and this state of unconsciousness. Welcome this energy; breathe this energy into your body, allow it to subtly shift your limited points of view. Allow it to shift your sense of being powerless. Allow this energy to heal and uplift your programs and feelings of being trapped in a negative cycle.

Humanity is awakening from centuries of amnesia, centuries of negative and misqualified energies.

Your body is responding to this stimulation of cosmic energies. Notice how you are feeling, what is happening in your body? Where is your energy level? Do you feel exhausted, tired, fatigued?

We invite you to breathe into these feelings, sound these feeling to clear them from your field. State your intentions clearly. Be in nature, walk, and rest as needed. Take care of yourself as your body is going through this awakening, this ascension process.

There will be more and more massive shifts and huge global changes. The energy that is being gifted to this planet is transforming the veils of forgetfulness. This energy is offering humanity the opportunity to truly step into their magnificent divine self- knowledge that they are always the creator of realities. 

We join with you and celebrate your awakening. You are loved and supported by the galactic beings of light as you experience this dense dimension and transform it. the 'team'