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Hi love! May I please request a angsty/smutty and fluffy Tiffany x fem reader fic? Where reader is younger (26/27 range) and the leader of a girl group.. They met at an awards show a few years prior and they grew close, then one day reader works up the courage to confess her feelings but Tiffany turns her down due to being scared of the age difference. Leaving reader a bit heartbroken but understanding.. Reader starts pulling away to heal and try to move on, in comes Solar trying to swoop in but Tiffany doesn't like that and realizes she made a mistake and decides she doesn't want reader to be with anyone else but her.

Age Ain't Nothin' But A Number. | Tiffany Young x Reader

°PAIRINGS:

𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚕!𝚃𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚡 𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚕!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚕!𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚡 𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚕!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

°CW:

𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆, 𝙼𝙳𝙽𝙸, 𝚠𝚕𝚠, 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚙, 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜

°AN:

𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎, 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸'𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔. 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚌!!! 💙

"Okay, let's go over the schedule for the group for the upcoming promotion period, shall we?" Your manager said as she turned on the projector and passed out the stack of papers that looked like a dictionary from how thick it was.

'This is going to be a long meeting...' You thought as you sighed, not wanting to deal with the stress of the upcoming promotion.

"Unnie, aren't you excited?" One of your members said excitedly as she bounced around in her seat.

"Chae, calm down. Unnie is always excited for a new comeback, right, Unnie?" The girl next to you said, waiting for your response.

"Of course, I'm excited, guys... don't I look excited, Ryu?" You said, forcing a smile onto your lips.

"Unnie, are you okay?" The girl across from you asked, leaning across the table to grab your hands. "We're worried about you."

"Yuna, I'm..." You were about to respond, but your manager interrupted as she began the meeting. You give the girls a reassuring smile and look down at the dictionary of papers in front of you.

"Let's get started, yeah?" Your manager went on and on about the promotion period from the concept to the album cover to the award shows. It was a lot of information to digest, but as the leader of ITZY, you have to be ready for anything.

"And Y/N, you will MC with the solo artist Tiffany Young... this week, I think, ah yes, this week."

Your ears perked up like dog as you sat up from your slouched position. The Tiffany Young, like 'Lips on Lips' like 'Only One' Tiffany? Like Stephanie Hwang, Tiffany? Your idol and the love of your life since you were like five... this can't be real.

"Oh my gosh, really? Like the actual Tiffany Young? Like Girls Generation, SNSD but now is an independent solo artist, Tiffany Young?"

"Yes, I think there's only one Tiffany Young in the industry."

"There she is, our happy leader." Yeji said smiling at your gush of happiness.

"Unnie, it's only because she is her little crush." Lia said with slight sarcasm and in high pitched voice.

"Correction. She is the love of my life. My wife, you could even say."

"Here she goes. Someone get a mop." Ryujin said gesturing towards the floor beneath you.

The room filled with laugh at Ryujin's joke causing your face to warm in slight embarrassment as you hid your face with your hands.

"Okay, Okay. We still have a lot to cover girls."

"Ms. Y/N, it's time." The staff member of the award show said as she knocked at ITZY's dressing room. You were going the finishing touches on your makeup and dress when the palms on your hands felt wet and your stomach began to flutter. You don't normally get this nervous meeting anyone but this is someone you really admire.

"You'll be fine, sweetheart." Your stylist said as she wiped the palms of your hands clean, well so what clean of the sweat. You gave her warm smile before turning to your members, who all gave you thumbs up and compliments on your appearance which warmed your heart.

"Aw, thanks guys!" You said placing your hands over your chest.

"Okay, stop stalling. You have to go." Yeji said as she pushed you towards the dressing room door.

"Wait, I forgot..." You're still trying to stall that's how nervous you are.

"Forgot what, Unnie?" Chaeryeong said standing before Yeji with her hands on her hips.

"Forgot..." You looked around for something logical to bring with you.

"Exactly! See you out there, Unnie." Yuna said as Yeji pushed you out of the dressing room.

"Ms. Y/N, are you ready?" The female staff asked, clutching onto a clipboard in her hand and the other against the ear piece attached to her ear.

"I don't have a choice, do I?" You sighed as the staff member shook her head. "Yeah, I'm ready."

The walk to the backstage felt like forever, the hall leading got longer the more steps you took. Finally reaching backstage another staff member hands you a mic and cards that you assume have each artist in the category and the winner of the category. As you look through the cards, there was a tap on your shoulder as you look up your eyes avert back to your cards. It's her.

"Hi, I'm Tiffany Young. It's nice to meet you."

Her voice...

You slowly lift your head to the older female as she stands there with her hand extended for a handshake. You took your hand into hers, shaking it gently.

Her skin...

"Hi, I'm umm... Y/N L/N, leader of umm... girl group... ITZY. It's nice meet you as well, Unnie." You said stumbling and stuttering over your words.

'This is so humiliating.'

"Oh, you're a leader? You must have your hands full, huh?" Tiffany said, chuckling lightly.

Her laugh...

"Yeah, it was hard in the beginning but I think I got the ropes now." You said.

"Ladies, you're on." The staff gesturing the two of you towards the stage entrance.

"Ready? Tiffany said, still holding your hand, giving it a light squeeze.

"Yes. Are you ready, Unnie? You said, looking down at your hands and then back at Tiffany.

"Let's go."

The women walk on stage hand in hand. Little did they know this was going to be the start of a beautiful friendship that could never be broken or could it?

'I should just say it, right? I mean, what's the worst that could happen? I can respect if she doesn't feel the same.'

"We're best friends, right? So we can tell each other anything no matter what? And it won't ruin our friendship?" You asked as you sat on your bed alongside your best friend, Tiffany Young.

"Yes, of course, just say it. I'm all ears." Tiffany said, repositioning herself on your bed so now she is face you, grabbing your hands into hers.

"Okay, I'm just gonna say it. Unnie, I really like you. Like more than a friend. We're been friends for so long and this feeling I have for you has been there for a long time. I tried to push it off but there was no use because it would just come back again." You kept your head down to avoid her eye contact as much possible but her touch left yours as she got off your bed.

You looked up as Tiffany stood at the edge of your bed with her hands running through her long black locks. You crawled to the edge of your bed and went to grab her hand but she stepped away.

"No, Y/N, just like you said, we are friends, and I think we should keep it that way. I mean, how do you think people, media, our fandoms would look at us?" Tiffany said

"Who cares about..."

"I care that who, Y/N. I do. I'm going look like a fucking creep dating someone as younger as you." Tiffany shouted as grabbed her coat and purse.

"Unnie, please..." You stood from your bed, grabbing her hand, pulling her into your arms. "I just thought that... we had gotten so close... that... maybe you would feel the same."

"Well, I don't, so just please understand for my sake." Tiffany said, removing your arms from her waist and back away towards your bedroom door. "Umm, I'll see you later."

"Yes, I guess." Your heart shattered as you watched your best friend and love walk away from you. The sound of your apartment door closing felt like a fucking knife destroying your already broken heart.

'I guess that's the worst that could happen.'

"Thanks for coming over. I've been so bored since the group has been on this break. I don't know what to do with this free time." You said as you step aside, allowing Solar to come inside.

You and Solar had been hanging out for a while after the previous event. She had been a big help with keeping your mind off of Tiffany and the heartbreak and embarrassment of your confession. Pulling away and healing was the best option besides moping around all brokenhearted and sad. Yes, of course, you miss your best friend and feel absolutely horrible for ruining your friendship but you feel that staying away and distancing yourself was for the best.

"Of course, Y/N! Anytime you need me, I'm here. No matter how late or early." Solar said as she kicked off her shoes at the front door and took off her jacket. "So what's on the agenda?"

"I know that's might sound boring, but I don't really want to go out tonight. I'm still recovering from last Friday night. Maybe just watch a movie and cuddle?" You said, hoping that the plan was too boring for Solar considering she is a party girl on a Friday night.

"Okay there's one movie that I really want to watch, but I haven't gotten around to watch it." Solar said, agreeing with the plans for the night. "I'll find the movie and you get the snacks?"

"Okay." You said as the two of you went your separate ways.

'Tonight should be fun.'

Another call that goes straight to voicemail, another text that goes unanswered and another stop by being ignored. Tiffany felt like she lost her best friend for the dumbest reason ever, just over a simple confession, a simple crush. But the truth is, she really missed you. She missed being able to call, text or even stop by whenever she wanted to rant, cry or to simply just talk to her best friend but that's all gone because of her own fearful reasons.

"She doesn't seem to care too much. She's with Solar right now." Tiffany's friend said as she scrolled through her Instagram feed.

"What!!" Tiffany said, snatching the phone from her friend's hand and began to scroll through your profile to see different photos of you and Solar together.

"Yeah, I mean, they have been hanging out for the past couple weeks. Now that I think about it, I saw them at the club last Friday and... they were really close like they were very touchy." The friend hesitated saying the last part not wanting to upset Tiffany anymore.

Tiffany threw the phone down on the couch as she started to grab her keys and jacket. She had to fix this and fast before she lost her best friend forever.

"Tiff, where are you going?" The friend said as she watched her friend frantically grabbing her things. "Oh, don't tell me you're going over there?"

"Why not? I need to fix this. She confessed to me, and I rejected her because I was scared. I was scared of what others would think of me instead of following my heart. My heart is telling me to fix this because I love her." Tiffany said on the verge of tears. "So yes, I'm going over there."

"I don't think that's a good idea, Tiff." Her friend said trying to convince her not to go to save her from the possible heartbreak to follow.

"No, I'm gonna fix this." Tiffany said as she walked towards the front door. "So don't wait up for me, okay?"

'How stupid could I be?'

"That was good movie, Solar. I could watch it again."

"I don't know what you're talking about. I nearly shit myself. Why did you let me pick the movie?"said Solar, who was basically in your lap by the end of the movie.

"No, you sa..." The doorbell rang, followed by a knock at your door interrupting you mid sentence. You looked at Solar in confusion. "Did you order something?"

Solar shook her head, "No."

"Who would come here this late?" You said as you got up to at your camera. Your heart dropped at the sight of your best friend at your front door.

"Y/N, who is it?" Solar said as she grew somewhat concerned as her friend stared at the camera as the knocks continued but this time followed by a voice.

"Y/N, I just want to talk to you. I miss you. Please open the door." The voice of Tiffany filled your ears as you walked towards the door. Hand on the knob as you brought up the courage to open the door to face your heartbreak. You hadn't seen or spoken to her since that day.

"Hi..." Tiffany said as you opened the door. "Can we talk?"

"Hey, Y/N, I'm gonna go. See ya later, okay?" Solar said as she slipped into her shoes and jacket, wrapping her arms around you, she whispers into your ear, "Call if you need me."

"Yeah... bye..." You said as your responses could only come out short from the shock of Tiffany just popping up after all this time.

It's just the two of you now, standing there, not saying a single word to one another, just staring at each other, waiting for the other to say or do something.

"Um..." Tiffany clears her throat. "Can I come in? You know to talk?"

Without speaking, you step aside, allowing Tiffany to walk inside. As Tiffany removed her jacket and shoes, she began to speak, but you walked away to sit on the couch, waiting for Tiffany to speak.

"Okay... I know you probably don't even want to see me, let alone speak to me right now, but..." Tiffany sat on the couch next to you, her eyes staring at the side of your face as you couldn't even look at her again. "I came to fix this."

"We're... we were best friends, and our friendship was ruined for no reason at all. I miss you so much, and I want to fix this to make it better. I rejected you at the time because I was scared. I was scared of others' opinions on me, you, us and I didn't want to put you through that."

"But I realized that I really like you too, and I don't care about what anyone has to say or think. I love you, Y/N. I really did." Tiffany said, grabbing your hands into hers. You look down at your hand in hers, which reminds you of when the two of you first met.

The soften of her skin against yours...

The pureness of her voice filled your ears...

"I completely understand if you don't feel the same anymore. I just thought I would..."

You listened as your best friend, lover rambled on and on, you looked her with lustful filled eyes. You leaned in, placing a small peck upon her lips, "You talk a lot."

"Yeah..." Tiffany laughed. "I should maybe shut up."

"Yeah, you should shut up and let me love you." You said as you straddled her lap, watching as her eyes shift from your eyes to your lips and back again. You laughed she was so needy for more just from a little peck on the lips. Her hands rested at your waist as she desperately yearns for more.

"Kiss me again, please." Tiffany said, biting her lip as she rubbed at your waist.

You laugh. "Is that what you want? For me to kiss you, hmm? You're so cute."

As your hands find their way to her neck, tilting her head back, you lean down and push your lips against hers once more. The feeling of your soft lips pressing together so in sync made Tiffany pull your body as close as she could, your chest pressed firmly against each other as moans fell from her lips into yours. The kiss grew more and more desirable and stronger. You just wanted to be in each other's skin, molded into one another. The heat between the two of you grew, heavy, labored breathes arose as you pulled away for an open pocket of air.

"I missed you so much." You said breathing heavily as your foreheads rest against each other's.

"I missed you too." Tiffany gulped as she tried to catch her breath. "I should have come sooner. I need you right now."

Tiffany's hands yanked at the hem of your shirt, placing it over your head as your lips found hers again. Your bra straps fell from your shoulders as Tiffany had unhooked it from behind. Her hands cup over your breast, kneading the skin and pinching your nipples. Your moans seep into your best friend's mouth as she swallows your sound. Her lips left yours, kiss travel down your neck, leaving a hickey or two to your collarbone. Her lips feel so nice against your skin, your head fell back in satisfaction as Tiffany's lips went lower, attaching themselves to your breast, her tongue lap around the sensitive skin, humming at the softness of your skin.

"It feels so good, Unnie." You moaned.

"Unnie is just getting started, my sweet girl. Unnie is gonna take good care of you." Tiffany said seductively.

Tiffany laid your body against the couch. Her clothed body created a function against your skin as she lowered herself onto you, hooking her fingers into the fabric of your underwear, pulling them down your legs slowly. Her tongue dragged along your skin as she kissed down your stomach. You propped yourself up on your elbow, watching Tiffany inch closer to your core. She kissed along your thighs she spoke to you,

"Is there something you need? Hum? What is it, baby?" Tiffany's eyes locked with yours.

Every word she spoke, her breath would hit your core as she drew closer and closer. You couldn't even make out the correct words to have her give you want, what you need. You buck your hips upwards towards her lips, gasping as you feel Tiffany's lips lightly tap against your awaiting core. Tiffany smirked, watching you grow more and more desperate to be satisfied.

You whined. "Unnie, please..."

"Oh you want me to take care of this? You want me to give this little pussy some attention, hum? You're so cute." Tiffany said, mimicking your words from earlier. "So fucking cute."

Tiffany pulled your waist towards her face, causing you to gasp as your body hit the couch. She parts your labia, focusing on your clit as she drags her tongue through your folds. Her tongue flicked so experimental as if she had done this before, sending shivers down your spine the more she licked.

"Unnie... s' good... s' good..." You whined, back arching against the couch as the pressure bulit and bulit. Now, this is not your first time, but it's never felt like this before, never felt this good.

"Uh, you taste so fucking good." Tiffany said, her face stuff into your dripping core. Her lips latched onto your clit, sucking and swirling her tongue around the sensitive bud until moans fall from your lips. She loved hearing how vocal you were, letting her know how good she was making you feel.

So full... you felt so full... Tiffany's fingers sunk into into starting with one... then two... pumping in and out of you whilst she watched you through her hooded eyes as your expressions changed. Your body shuttered under her touch, legs locking around her head as your hands pull at her hair.

"Un... nie... I..." You could barely make out words between the licking, sucking and pumping, your brain felt like mush, your vision began to blur as tears pooled in your eyes. She was fucking you dumb and she knew it. Her fucking smirk against your core when she curls her fingers inside of bringing you higher and higher.

"Come on, baby... give it to me..." Tiffany said, unlatching herself but still pumping her wrist faster and faster. "Let it go, pretty girl... for me..."

"Pl... ea... se..." You grip onto her wrist, arching against the couch while Tiffany's pace only quickens. "Un... nie..."

"I know, baby..." Tiffany brought herself close to your lips, pressing her lips against yours as she continued to whisper sweet words between the kisses and thrusts.

The pit of your stomach began to full with the tension of euphoria and warmth. It was so tight, you felt like you were about to burst. Your body began to tremble, head lolled to the side as your orgasm rippled through your body. Tiffany kissed your cheek and neck, slowing her pace as you rode down from your high.

"There you go, baby..."

"Unnie, can I touch you?" You said, still coming down from your high. You didn't want to leave her untouched or uncared for just because you got yours. That's just not fair.

Tiffany, of course, was not about to turn you down, stands and began to remove her clothing, keeping this intense eye contact with you the entire time, each clothing item dropped to the floor. Your thighs clinging together whilst Tiffany removed her clothes. You felt like you could have burst once more just from the simple removal of clothing. Tiffany stood there with complete hunger in her eyes. "Well..."

You grab her hand, pulling her towards you. Your hands grazing over her body, lips kissing over her stomach as she grips the back of your neck.

"So beautiful, Unnie." You said, pulling her down onto the couch before placing yourself before her legs.

You looked up at her as you begin to rub through her folds, feeling how wet she is. You place your lips onto her core, leaving a few kiss before running your tongue through her folds. Tiffany bit her lip as she threw her head back let out a soft whimper.

"Oh, baby..." Tiffany looked down at you whilst your eyes were closed as you focused all your attention on her and only her.

You latched onto her similar to how she did to you, rolling your tongue all over her clit. You curled your arms around Tiffany's thighs, locking her in so she couldn't run as you continued to bury your face into her core. Stuffing your tongue in and out of her as you rub her clit, Tiffany began to squirm at your touch and this sort of new feeling. She watched as your eyes squeeze tight as she clenched around your tongue.

"Oh my... I can't..." Tiffany couldn't take it anymore. She felt like she was gonna burst, like she had to pee. She tried to wiggle from your grasp but she felt too weak, she really had to pee though. "Y/N, wait I... I have... to... pee..."

But you didn't stop. You just went faster and deeper. Tiffany's body would shift to the side so you would shift as well. You wanted to be soaked in her juice, her sweet, sweet juice.

"Y/N... I... think..." Tiffany's body began shake as her orgasm arose, rippling through her body like a huge wave crushing into the shore as she gushed into your face. You hum in satisfaction as you lapped around her core, slurping up all her juice.

"Too much... please... stop..." Tiffany whined, pushing your head away from her core as she came down.

You leaned down, laying your body against Tiffany's, nuzzling into her neck. Tiffany lifted your head from her neck leaning into a kiss, her fingers tracing over face as she smiled at you.

"I'm sorry..." Tiffany whispers, apologizing once again. "I love you so much."

"It's okay, Unnie... you're here now and that's all that matters right now." You said softly, placing another kiss onto her lips. "This is everything I wanted. I love you too."

"We won't regret this, right?" Tiffany asked.

"No... no we won't." You said confidently. "Not at all."

°AN:

𝙸 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚌. 𝚃𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝙸 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝. 💜

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oatstheartificer · 3 months ago

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Adrift; chapter 1

The hiss of pressure being released filled the darkened steel room, metal grating against metal as a glass tube was slowly pushed from beside the hundreds of others just like it. Inside, a dark shadow floating in a thick viscous blue liquid hardly moved as the metal arms carrying the tube slowly slotted the large glass construct into one of the slots on the floor- dozens going from wall to wall. A solid thunk reverberating through the walls as the tube settled in place.

“231,047,344,927 seconds since mission start. 44,928 seconds since diagnosis. Waking Occupant 27, Jacob Bridgestock. Initiating cryostasis end protocols”

The slightly rusty, well worn arms slowly pulled away from the glass tube. With a spark of electricity, and a puff of black smoke, one of the arms nearly fell apart as they slipped away into the allocated hole from whence they had emerged. However, nothing seemed hindered, as more machines slowly lowered themselves from the ceiling. Needles, tubes, and smaller mechanical hands reaching the smooth glass of the cryochamber. The top sliding to the side, allowing these machines access inside. Their glistening steel slowly pushing the viscous liquid aside, some spilling from the top of the tube as they reached the shadow within.

“Restarting cardiovascular activity. Flushing preservation substance. Restarting digestive tract. Initiating red cell production… Initiating white cell production… Restarting cell division. Brain tissue preserved- restarting neurological activity…”

As the synthesized voice floated through the air, announcing the biological systems being kickstarted back to life, the dark shadow within began to twitch. At first, only detectable if you had a keen eye, soon they were almost convulsive. The machines quickly rose back out of the liquid and into the ceiling as the glass tube slid downward at an alarming rate, the blue liquid oozing outward like spilled honey. The shadow- now clearly a man- burst forward, their toned muscles flexing as they ripped themselves away from where they had been floating. Their brown hair still coated in the blue ooze as they promptly vomited onto the floor- the liquid disappearing quickly as the slots took even the cryo liquid deep into the ship. To be cleaned, and if possible, reused.

“F-Fuck.”

Jacob gasped, taking his first real breath in who knew how long. Cryo was a lot rougher than he had been assured. The last time he had puked was when he was twelve, and he ate too much cake at his own birthday party. He watched as more cryo liquid dripped off his naked body and onto the floor, shivering as he slowly stood. Taking another deep breath, he slowly took in his surroundings. When he had been put into cryostasis, he had been on earth.

He remembered it well, the stark white and blue of a hospital still fresh in his memory. The doctors had said something about it being easier to store people in tubes than trying to coordinate everyone onto the ship- and that they didn’t have to worry about keeping everyone alive to get onto the ship since they were already dead, technically. He hadn’t really been paying attention to that part. He wanted to know how the mechanics of the machines had worked, but hadn’t gotten a chance to ask.

Now… Now he was being met with a sleek, gray metal room with slotted floors, glowing blue tubes he assumed were other colonists all over the walls. Neatly arranged like tools on a tool rack. And a single pathway leading away and into the halls of the ship. The Ulixes.

“So you’re finally awake?”

The synthesized voice blared out from the speakers, almost teasing. Making Jacob jump nearly a mile high. That had to be Evelyn, the onboard AI. Her, he knew. All too well.

“Yes, I am, and if you would be oh so kind as to lead me to the showers so i can wash this gunk off me, that would be great.”

A basketball sized drone slowly floated from ahead, emerging from the darkness. It was one of the many drones Evelyn had access to, this one was clearly one of the medical variety. Its bubble-like white shell only marked with a bright glowing red cross, and its two mechanical arms hanging from each side. Those arms looked as if they could split into dozens of different medical tools- it was quite handy, and it looked like it was one of the brand new top-of-the-line ones.

“Of course Jacob! Follow me. Well, the drone.”

The drone beeped before slowly turning- its hovering frame glimmering with blue as it caught the light of the cryotubes, the red cross lighting the way. Jacob sighed, and tried to cover his manhood as he followed the drone- hoping that he was the first one to wake up, so there were no awkward bump ins with his crewmates. His feet made wet slaps as he left a trail of cryo fluid behind him.

Jacob sighed in relief as the hot water rolled over his back- the blue liquid slowly swirling into the drain as he closed his eyes. He hadn’t met anyone else on the way to the showers, so he had to be the first of the crew that Evelyn had decided to wake up. Made sense, wake the engineer, let him check out the engine, the rest of the ship, and if anything needs repairing they can already be on it as the rest of them joined him in the land of the living.

He snorted a bit at the literalism of the phrase, running his fingers through his hair to make sure the rest of the cryo liquid was removed. Honestly, he was currently just happy to see they had hot water. Means he wouldn’t have to mess with any pipes.

Finishing up, he found a fluffy white towel waiting for him as he stepped out of the shower (which thankfully, had walls. So no communal showers. Probably suggested by the shrinks). Quickly wrapping the only piece of cloth he currently had around his waist, the edges of the towel rested against his knees as he looked for the medical drone. It was patiently waiting for him just outside the room, facing away from the door.

“What, embarrassed?”

Jacob teased, lightly slapping the top of the drone's body. It beeped before Evelyn's voice emerged from the built-in speaker in the unit.

“Ha ha, i may be an artificial being but i’m still a lady Jacob.”

Jacob rolled his eyes as he made sure the towel was firmly wrapped around his waist. Thankfully the soft yellowed light of the hallway was easy to see in, so he had no trouble.

“And where was that embarrassment when I was buck naked and covered in cryo fluid, hm?”

Evelyn didn’t seem to answer, the drone only floating forward. Jacob followed, a slight grin plastered on his face. One of the arms of the drone seemed to dislocate and land on the ground with a loud crash, nearly tripping him.

“Oops.”

Evelyn said casually, Jacob frowning at the drone in obvious fiend indignity. However, he didn’t say anything else, simply following the drone. The arm it had so easily dislocated, clicking back into place as it floated forward. Quite quickly, they found themselves in the living section of the ship. It wasn’t far from the showers, so it made sense. He had suggested that himself- nobody wanted to be walking very long after a very hard day at work just to get clean.

“Room 07. All the items you bought with you should be waiting inside. Including some proper clothes.”

Jacob nodded, looking at the airlock before him. He had helped design the dorms with the rest of the crew. An airlock in case the hull had a breach while most of them were sleeping, a hand scanner as well as a physical override to the right- and a large window in the center, which you could change the opacity of. He was quite proud of it, actually.

“Thanks Evelyn. I’ll get dressed, just send me the diagnostics list and I'll get started on something.”

The drone beeped, before turning and floating back the way they had come- vanishing around the corner. He took a deep breath and placed the palm of his hand against the scanner. For a moment, he thought it was broken, as it made a horrible buzzing sound- and then the door slid smoothly to the left. Relieved, he walked confidently inside and opened up the locker against the wall to his left as the door slid back into place and sealed with a thunk. His tool belt, worn and well loved, hung on its hook like an obedient pet.

His adaptive environmental suit hung beside it, looking like a deflated white balloon. He knew the look was deceiving, but it was hard not to imagine it just flopping around as he walked. In reality it was ungodly well fitting, and would cinch to his body perfectly. On the floor of the locker, his helmet. The sticker of earth he had slapped onto the bottom jaw still looked as snazzy as he remembered. It was a small touch of home, but it brought him more comfort than he was willing to admit. Just besides the helmet, his datapad. It’s almost invisible glass body only broken by the two gray control pads on each side. A small red light blinking on its surface, calling his attention.

“Sorry, you’re gonna have to wait just a moment.”

Jacob murmured, grabbing his suit and slipping into the open cavity in the back. Placing his hands firmly into place, he squeezed his hands into fists three times in quick succession. The suit reacted almost instantly, tightening around his body- the white hexagons turning blue, just as he had programmed it. When it finished, it felt like a second skin.

Though to everyone else it looked like a proper space suit, bulky in the right places and thin where it should be. He scooped his tool belt off its hook and slipped it around his waist, letting its familiar weight settle on his hips. He picked up the helmet, looking into the opaque visor and checking for cracks- when he found none, he set the helmet where a hood would have been, the light carbon alloy letting it hang there just as easily.

“And now for you.”

He grabbed the edge of the datapad and flicked his wrist, the pad flipping into the air only for him to catch it again with ease. Tapping the screen, he was greeted with a rather short list of repair jobs. Almost chewing the words, he began to walk out of his room as he ran through the list, the door sliding smoothly away as he approached.

“Let’s see… food printer twelve in the mess hall is not operating correctly… drone two-thirty is heavily damaged. Engine room has something loose, and the bridge port shielding is operating slightly below predicted. Well. I know where I'm gonna start.”

Jacob looked at the wall, eyes trailing down the rainbow of colored lines that would lead you where one to where they needed to go on the ship. Found the magenta line, and began to follow it.

“Food printer twelve, here I come.”

Arriving at the mess hall, Jacob hummed as he clicked the datapad to his belt, and deftly drew one of his diagnostic tools as he searched for the misbehaving machinery. The screen flickering to life as he counted out the printers along the walls, their girth making them oh-so-easy to find.

“Of all the tasks, you start here?”

Jacob jumped as Evelyn’s voice emerged from the speakers, nearly dropping his diagnostic tool. Giving one of the cameras watching him from the corners of the room, he was very glad he had vetoed the suggestion to put speakers into the dorms.

“Yes, everything else can be worked on afterwards. I’m sure everyone will appreciate not being sprayed with a mystery fluid when they decide to eat for the first time in decades, and a hot meal is important.”

He tapped the diagnostic tool against his head as he spoke, before walking over to one of the printers and checking the number engraved onto its side. It read twelve, and he did a little fist pump as he hooked up the two small plugs to the machine.

“Then why didn’t you get yourself a hot meal? I’m sure you’d have appreciated one, as you said.”

Jacob, focused on his diagnostic tool, waved dismissively as he began reading the data flowing before his eyes.

“Yeah but I basically run off energy drinks. I’m no stranger to skipping breakfast, as long as I can get my hands on one.”

There was a very audible sigh as he unplugged the tool from the printer, and slotted it back where it belonged on his belt. Grabbing the wrench beside it, he reached under the beast and popped open the access port. Nearly climbing into the thing, he began searching for the extruder, two small lights popping on by his shoulders.

“That’s quite unhealthy Jacob”

Evelyn commented disapprovingly, as Jacob moved aside some wiring and tubes with his wrench. His lights shine on one of the few metal things in this machine- the extruder.

“Maybe, but it’s a time honored tradition of any engineer. Don’t mess with something that ain't broke Evelyn. Some think if an engineer isn’t caffeinated, nothing gets fixed properly.”

He grunted as he placed the wrench around the bolt holding the extruder to the nutrient pipe, slowly turning it. His muscles strained as he fought against a factory tightened bolt

“That’s a myth.”

Suddenly, he felt no resistance at all, and the bolt came free. And smashed his hand into the wall of the printer, hissing in pain as he shook his hand.

“You’d think but every engineer I've ever met agrees, so your opinion is null and void.”

After making sure he hadn’t hurt his hand and giving the machine gods their blood offering (he hadn’t even broken the suit’s surface) he reached into the nearly fist-sized pipe. Feeling around for what he was sure, no, knew was the problem. With a pop, he pulled out a solid pink mass of- something. Some clear liquid following from behind and splattering onto the bottom of the machine.

“AHA! Got you, you little fuck.”

Tossing the pink ball of.. Probably what was supposed to be ham, he placed the extruder back into place and began tightening it back up,

“I disagree.”

Jacob rolled his eyes as he finished tightening the bolt, giving it a good firm tug to make sure it didn’t come loose. When it indeed didn’t, he swung himself out of the printer and slapped the access port back into place.

“Well, disagree all you like. I know the truth.”

Triumphantly, he typed in an order to the printer for a cup of pudding. It began to spur to life, lights turning on as his shoulder lights turned off. The nozzle slowly moved forward, into position over the build plate. A cup popped up from below as the tube began to shake. Before he could react or turn it off, pudding sprayed out from just above the bolt in all directions, coating everything in a brown sludge. For a second, Jacob just stood there, before he slowly wiped the pudding from his eyes and turned to one of the cameras.

“I should have had coffee first.”

He grumbled, Evelyn’s soft laugh bubbling out of every speaker around him as he headed back to the showers.

After his second shower of the day, he washed his environmental suit in one of the showers. While they were pretty amazing, they didn’t self wash yet. But it was odd, he still hadn’t met anyone.

“Hey, Evelyn? Shouldn’t there be other people awake by now?”

He looked down at his freshly cleaned datapad- he had spent at least an hour washing off his things, and however long he had taken to get his things and (try) to fix the food printer.

“You are- correct. Strangely, I don't detect any other life signs on the ship. Not that that means much, since they’re all basically bodies-”

Slipping his helmet back into its place, he began to speed-walk his way back into the cryo chamber. Stopping at the doorway, watching as the arms- arm, one of them was shot, wires hanging from its joint- why hadn’t that been on his to-do list?- as the other working hand picked up another cryopod and placed it into a slot. The entire dance started again, the arms lowering down into the tube and trying to inject and flush- but there was nobody inside. Which should have been impossible, every single cryopod should have someone. Looking around, he saw that dozens of slots had the telltale glass ring showing they had been drained… but not a soul. Running now, Jacob began to look at each pod. No shadow, no arm, not even a face pressed against the glass. Not one other pod had a body in it.

“Evelyn! Where is everyone?”

He yelled, sprinting now as he checked dozens more. He ran through the halls, through various rooms. Planning, navigation, even hydroponics and the engine room.

“I- don’t know. Internal diagnostics show that everyone is accounted for… Wait. an unknown time ago, the Ulixes was struck by a stray asteroid and all systems went offline for 400,000,00 seconds. Data was lost. Location- Unknown. Crew- Unaccounted for-”

She began to list off everything that she found, and Jacob felt overwhelmed. Not only was the crew he had trained, lived with, and prepared to share a new home with missing… but they didn’t even know where they were. They had missed Kepler-20f, by a long shot. He was alone, with an AI, in space, without knowledge of anywhere he could go. He sat down, resting his chin on his fist as he thought. He didn’t know if he could go back into Cryo, and even if he could, should he? He didn’t know what happened to the crew, and for all he knew, they had dissolved into the cryo liquid after being in it for…

“Evelyn, how long were we- was I asleep?”

He asked quietly. Evelyn stopped listing off things and paused, calculating the time, converting into minutes, hours, years- the tension could have been cut with a knife.

“7,321 years.”

He looked at the ceiling and let out a long breath, holding his knees as he thought it over. Seven thousand years. An absurd amount of time, so much time lost to the sleep of cryo stasis. So many opportunities to have stopped their course, check to make sure it was plotted correctly. It was the one system Evelyn hadn’t been hooked up to, running autonomously all on its own. With four backup servers to make sure it didn’t even come close to having a lapse in function.

“Okay. Okay. So, what we know. We’re lost. The crew has either turned to mush in the pods or were kidnapped or- something. Really hoping it’s not aliens. Or xenomorphs. Oh please don’t be xenomorphs-”

He laughed nervously, running his fingers through his hair as he continued to look up at the ceiling.

“Well there’s no movement on the ship besides my drones… so I don't think that would be it.”

Evelyn said helpfully, Jacob taking several deep breaths to calm himself. She was right. That was a movie monster. It wasn’t real, and it never would be.

“You’re right. You’re right, I'm being stupid. First thing we learned was to remain calm. Okay. Evelyn, I'll figure out what happened to the crew. While I'm doing that, can you scan the surrounding stars around us and try and get where we are in the milky way? We didn’t leave it, that would have taken millions of years.”

With a pop, Evelyn went silent. Taking a moment, he listened to the almost imperceptible hum of the engine, taking comfort in its regularity.

"Okay, if anything is gonna have information on what happened to- everyone, I need to get to the server banks. Those should be…”

He pulled out his datapad, hands shaking slightly as he tapped the screen and began looking at the layout of the almost spear shaped ship.

“...one room below the bridge. Directly below it. Makes sense, that’s where the most data is gonna be so might as well put it close.”

Getting back onto his feet, he closed his eyes for a moment before heading into the hallway and looking at the wall- slowly panning over the different colored bands before stopping on the black line, and following it. Behind him, a security drone detached from the wall and began to follow behind him, silently. Finding the door easily, he placed his palm on the scanner- and was denied access.

“What?”

He tried again, and again was denied access. Cursing quietly, he pulled out his diagnostic tool and hooked it up to the scanner.

“No clearance? I should have clearance to the entire ship, this doesn’t make sense.”

He clicked his diagnostic tool off again and slotted it back in its place at his hip, grabbing his multitool. Its sleek design helped make the various tools look less garish. Pulling out a single wire, he clicked the pin into place, and began trying to override the system. He cursed again when his wire fried, smoking slightly as he pulled the pin out and frowned.

“Ev-”

Evelyn’s voice popped up from his datapad, nearly scaring him half to death- again.

“Yes Jacob? What’s the Matter?”

He put a hand on his chest and let out a long breath before answering.

“I don’t have access to the server room.

”There was a pause before she spoke again.

“But that’s not possible, you have the highest clearance right behind the captain-”

Jacob held up his hand, her voice slowly fading.

“I know. Which is why it’s weird. Can you get it open for me?”

There was another pause, before with a clunk and a hiss, the airlock slid away to reveal the server room. With a smile, he looked up to the camera and gave it a wink, trodding into the room- the security drone following close behind as the door sealed closed behind him. Walking between the towers that reached all the way to the ceiling, Jacob looked down at his datapad and began searching for a port he could slot his pad into. Quickly finding one, he pressed his pad into the coin-like slot and waited as the little green light blinked on and off. It seemed to take an eternity, but eventually the light turned from green to blue, signaling he had access to the servers.

“And here we go, let’s see what’s in store for me.”

Pulling his datapad from the slot, he flipped it in his hands- almost apprehensive, before he began opening files. There wasn’t a lot interesting, thousands of diagnostic reports, reports from the navigation system saying everything was working properly- though he paused at a file that seemed to be buried beneath a bunch of these reports.

“Avalon?”

He asked curiously, pressing on the file- immediately, his pad began to glitch and fritz out, smoke beginning to billow out of the sleek tome. Dropping the quickly heating technology, he backed away- the pad completely frying in a matter of seconds.

“What the actual hell is going on.”

#scifi #humans are space orcs #multi part fic #original story #story #sci fi horror #scifi aesthetic #writing #novel #chapter 1

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everythingsinred · 2 years ago

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Have you ever thought to yourself, "Anya's essays are interesting in theory, but I really don't wanna read ALL of it! I just wanna read the analysis of my favorite parts!" or maybe "I DID read all of Anya's essays but now I wanna reread one specific thing she talked about and I can't remember which post it was in because there's too many of them!" ? Me too! Don't even worry about it! Today I am addressing those issues with a TABLE OF CONTENTS!

This is for essay parts AND in-depth character questions related to GA that I've answered. I get a LOT of questions about GA's ending and thus I feel like I've talked about it exhaustively. This is how I make it all digestible. <3 Love ya!

Anime NM Essay (6 parts/includes a self-contained and easy to navigate table of contents so I won't go into it again here)

NatsuMikan Essay (Natsume's Version) (30 parts. This is the one people actually read I think):

Part 1 (covers ch 1-4. corresponds to pt 1 of mikan's/ mikan entering the academy and the northern woods game)

Part 2 (covers ch 5-8. corresponds to pt 1+2+3 of mikan's/ northern woods game and mikan's intro to academy life)

Part 3 (covers ch 9-12, corresponds to pt 4 of mikan's/ dodgeball, letters, culture fest announcement, and central town)

Part 4 (covers ch 13-16, corresponds to pt 5 of mikan's/ the reo arc)

Part 5 (covers ch 17-20, corresponds to pt 6+7 of mikan's/ culture fest up to anna's shop)

Part 6 (covers ch 21-26, corresponds to pt 7+8 of mikan's/ rest of the culture fest)

Part 7 (covers ch 27-30, corresponds to pt 9 of mikan's/ exams, kaname & bear's story, beginning of z arc)

Part 8 (covers ch 31-35, corresponds to pt 10 of mikan's/ part 2 of z arc up to going through the tunnel)

Part 9 (covers ch 36-40, corresponds to pt 11+12 of mikan's/ part 3 of z arc up to the discovery of z's headquarters)

Part 10 (covers ch 41-44, corresponds to pt 12+13 of mikan's/ part 4 of z arc up to its conclusion)

Part 11 (covers ch 45-47, corresponds to pt 13 of mikan's/ natsume's bday and christmas ball prep)

Part 12 (covers ch 48-52, corresponds to pt 14 of mikan's/ christmas ball and winter cleaning)

Part 13 (covers ch 53-55, corresponds to pt 15 of mikan's/ part 1 of new year's arc up to n&m sleeping together)

Part 14 (covers ch 56-61, corresponds to pt 16 of mikan's/ part 2 of new year's arc up to yakumo and natsume's fight)

Part 15 (covers ch 66-70, corresponds to pt 17+18 of mikan's/ part 3 of new year's arc up to conclusion and aoi's departure)

Part 16 (covers ch 71-76, corresponds to pt 19+20 of mikan's/ transition arc including alice stones and valentine's day)

Part 17 (covers ch 77-80, corresponds to pt 21 of mikan's/ part 1 of sports fest arc up to the equipment mishap)

Part 18 (covers ch 81-86, corresponds to pt 22+23 of mikan's/ part 2 of sports fest arc up to n&m's masked hug and conclusion)

Part 19 (covers ch 89-91, corresponds to pt 24 of mikan's/ soul swap arc)

Part 20 (covers ch 93-95, corresponds to pt 25 of mikan's/ transition arc including swimming up to n&m hugging to comfort each other)

Part 21 (covers ch 96-100, corresponds to pt 26 of mikan's/ beginning of escape arc, natsume's confessions)

Part 22 (covers ch 101-116, corresponds to pt 27+28 of mikan's/ part 1 of time travel arc up to izumi's death)

Part 23 (covers ch 117-123, corresponds to pt 28 of mikan's/ part 2 of time travel arc up to conclusion & mikan's decision)

Part 24 (covers ch 124-138, corresponds to pt 29+30+31 of mikan's/ high school arc up to conclusion)

Part 25 (covers ch 140-143, corresponds to pt 32+33 of mikan's/ yuka's funeral, christmas ball and shiki's gift to mikan)

Part 26 (covers ch 144-145, corresponds to pt 33 of mikan's/ rapunzel arc)

Part 27 (covers ch 146-149/ natsume and ruka developments and new year's planning)

Part 28 (covers ch 150-163, corresponds to pt 34 of mikan's/ new year's concert and natsume's death)

Part 29 (covers ch 178-180, corresponds to pt 39 of mikan's/ final chapters, which we all know by now i despise)

Part 30 (covers the nm content in kageki, corresponds to pt 40 of mikan's)

NatsuMikan Essay (Mikan's Version) (40 parts. Longer and stole more of my soul but got less engagement) :

Part 1 (covers ch 1-2, corresponds to pt 1 of natsume's/ mikan entering the academy)

Part 2 (covers ch 3-5, corresponds to pt 1+2 of natsume's/ adventure in the northern woods)

Part 3 (covers ch 6-8, corresponds to pt 2 of natsume's/ mikan's intro to academy life)

Part 4 (covers ch 9-12, corresponds to pt 3 of natsume's/ dodgeball, letters, culture fest announcement, and central town)

Part 5 (covers ch 13-16, corresponds to pt 4 of natsume's/ the reo arc)

Part 6 (covers ch 17-19, corresponds to pt 5 of natsume's/ culture fest throughout the SA event)

Part 7 (covers ch 20-22, corresponds to pt 5+6 of natsume's/ culture fest up to imai sibling meeting)

Part 8 (covers ch 23-26, corresponds to pt 6 of natsume's/ culture fest up to conclusion)

Part 9 (covers ch 26-30, corresponds to pt 7 of natsume's/ exams, kaname & bear's story, beginning of z arc)

Part 10 (covers ch 31-35, corresponds to pt 8 of natsume's/ part 2 of z arc up to going through the tunnel)

Part 11 (covers ch 36-39, corresponds to pt 9 of natsume's/ part 3 of z arc up to mikan falling in the sand trap)

Part 12 (covers ch 40-43, corresponds to pt 9+10 of natsume's/ part 4 of z arc up to pengy's death)

Part 13 (covers ch 44-47, corresponds to pt 10+11 of natsume's/ conclusion of z arc, natsume's bday and christmas prep)

Part 14 (covers ch 48-52, corresponds to pt 12 of natsume's/ christmas ball and winter cleaning)

Part 15 (covers ch 53-55, corresponds to pt 13 of natsume's/ part 1 of new year's arc up to n&m sleeping together)

Part 16 (covers ch 56-61, corresponds to pt 14/ part 2 of new year's arc up to h+r+m chasing after natsume and ruka deciding to tell his and natsume's tale)

Part 17 (covers ch 65-67, corresponds to pt 15 of natsume's/ part 3 of new year's arc up to mikan getting hit by persona's alice for the first time)

Part 18 (covers ch 68-70, corresponds to pt 15 of natsume's/ part 4 of new year's arc up to conclusion and aoi's departure)

Part 19 (covers ch 71-73, corresponds to pt 16 of natsume's/ part 1 of transition arc, including alice stones and valentines day)

Part 20 (covers ch 74-76, corresponds to pt 16 of natsume's/ part 2 of transition arc, including the graduation concert and hoshino)

Part 21 (covers ch 77-80, corresponds to pt 17 of natsume's/ part 1 of sports fest arc up to equipment mishap)

Part 22 (covers ch 81-84, corresponds to pt 18 of natsume's/ part 2 of sports fest arc up to the borrowing race)

Part 23 (covers ch 85-88, corresponds to pt 18 of natsume's/ part 3 of sports fest arc up to kibasen and conclusion)

Part 24 (covers ch 89-92, corresponds to pt 19 of natsume's/ soul swap arc)

Part 25 (covers ch 93-95, corresponds to pt 20 of natsume's/ transition arc including swimming up to n&m hugging to comfort each other)

Part 26 (covers ch 96-100, corresponds to pt 21 of natsume's/ beginning of escape arc, natsume's confessions)

Part 27 (covers ch 101-110, corresponds to pt 22 of natsume's/ part 1 of time travel arc up to n&m/kaoru&yuka parallel)

Part 28 (covers ch 111-123, corresponds to pt 22+23 of natsume's/ part 2 of time travel arc up to conclusion and mikan's decision)

Part 29 (covers ch 124-131, corresponds to pt 24 of natsume's/ part 1 of high school arc up to hotaru's farewell)

Part 30 (covers ch 132-134, corresponds to pt 24 of natsume's/ part 2 of high school arc, including mikan getting 3 love confessions and returning 1)

Part 31 (covers ch 135-139, corresponds to pt 24 of natsume's/ part 3 of high school arc up to conclusion and yuka's death)

Part 32 (covers ch 140-142, corresponds to pt 25 of natsume's/ reuniting with mikan in labyrinth)

Part 33 (covers ch 143-145, corresponds to pt 26 of natsume's/ rapunzel arc)

Part 34 (covers ch 150-163, corresponds to pt 27 of natsume's/ new year's concert, escaping with persona, and natsume's death)

Part 35 (covers ch 164-166/ mikan trying to save natsume)

Part 36 (covers ch 167-169/ mikan's widow arc)

Part 37 (covers ch 170-172/ memories lesson)

Part 38 (covers ch 173-177/ mikan's departure)

Part 39 (covers ch 178-180, corresponds to pt 29 of natsume's/ final chapters... this part is just me ranting actually)

Part 40 (covers nm content in kageki/ corresponds to pt 30 of natsume's)

To be continued because Tumblr hates me and I hate it back <3

#gakuen alice #ga #natsumikan #alice academy #sakura mikan #mikan sakura #natsume hyuuga #hyuuga natsume #my meta #ga meta #ga meta: nm #ga meta: manga #ga meta: manga nm #let's talk about natsumikan #let's talk about natsumikan: mikan #let's talk about natsumikan: natsume #table of contents

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whumping-valentine · 1 year ago

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HELLO WHUMP COMMUNITY!

(Updated 6/27/2024)

My name is Lian! I'm 21, genderqueer/genderfluid, and use any pronouns. I love whump so much I just had to make a blog dedicated to it.

When I first discovered this community existed a few months ago I was obsessed. I just knew I'd eventually cave and make a whump blog, and now here I am! This blog is actually rather old, but I never used it, and purged all the content on it to start over.

Here are all the whump tropes / things I like! 👇👇👇

Whumper turned caretaker / carewhumpers

Intimate whumpers

Stockholm / Lima syndrome (whumper × whumpee)

Nsfwhump / Noncon / dubcon

Restraints & gags

Magic & curses

Royal whump

Taboo subjects

Branding & scarring

Whumpees in collars & leashes

Whumpees who are famous

Whumpees who get tortured on camera

Whumpers who have a soft spot for whumpee

Whumpers with violent kinks that they take out on whumpee

That includes cannibalism. Give me whumpers who literally fucking eat parts of their whumpees in front of them

Waterboarding, drowning, anything to do with water, really

Ferocious, bloodthirsty caretakers who are ready to kill whumper and do anything for whumpee

Trans whumpers and whumpees and just queerness in general, I'm very queer

"Immortal" characters (don't age but can die, just not of natural causes / time) (also much stronger and can endure more before they get to the point of death)

I have no dislikes. I don't call myself a certified freak for nothing.

PLEASE KNOW there will be sexually explicit content on this blog! I will tag them appropriately, but please, minors dni. That's literally all I ask, it makes me a bit uncomfy.

Most of my original writings and characters are going to come straight from a book series I'm currently writing, but I'll try my best to make them digestible to folk who aren't already familiar with my work. If you wanna know more about it, check out @multimagical. That's my writing blog, basically just like this one but without torture and smut. So it's like this blog's clean, wholesome cousin, lol.

If this content sounds up your alley, feel free to give me a follow! I'll be re blogging allll the good shit, and have a BUNCH of a original content to give you that I've been cooking up! I'll keep y'all nice and fed, I promise ♡

#whump community #whump writing #whump #writers #writers on tumblr #writing #whump blog #whump intro #whump introduction #blog intro #get to know me #blog introduction #whumpblr #whump art #my post

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bitbybitwrites · 1 year ago

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For the au + trope + prompt game maybe:

12. babysitter!au + 4. meet messy + 27. “that was a very bad idea. 0/10 would not recommend.”

But no pressure!

OK, in true fashion, this one totally got away from me. I can't even try to pass it off as a super long drabble. It's mutated into a full blown ficlet. Ooooops.

But I guess the combination got me inspired. I kind of went literal for the meet messy trope - maybe it works? 😂

Anyway, here's 1,366 words for you, @annepi-blog

******

The last thing Blaine Anderson expected that night while delivering pizzas was to meet the love of his life.

He wasn’t expecting too much, to be honest. Most of his shift had gone as usual. But his final job for the evening found Blaine with his arms filled with a rather impressive food order when he knocked on the door to a swanky Upper West Side apartment building.

“B Side Pizza,” he announced loudly, though the apartment owner should have been aware of who he was. The imposing doorman in the lobby had called up to warn them.

The muffled sound of high-pitched shrieking, which then quickly changed to an ear-splitting loud high-pitched shrieking, assailed Blaine once the door was opened. Behind the other side of the door was a very exhausted-looking but ridiculously handsome man. His chestnut hair fell heavily over one eyebrow, apparently fallen out of some formerly impressive style that Blaine could kind of see the echos of. His clothes seemed on trend but were very rumpled, and Blaine thought he could spy a small handprint in neon green paint that grazed the right hip of some extremely tight skinny jeans. A smudge of the same paint was also on his chin. He doubted the man was even aware.

Blaine was in trouble.

One look at this man and Blaine was positive that he was in love.

“Thank god,” the disheveled angel said when he saw Blaine. “Pizza is here!” he yelled over his shoulder.

“Pizza!” A group of younger voices screamed in excitement. Apparently, the prospect of food was enough to stop the rest of the caterwauling.

The man ushered Blaine into a lavish apartment, directing Blaine towards a kitchen that could have been plucked right out of Architectural Digest. It was gorgeous to look at (not unlike the homeowner), but Blaine doubted it ever had any use.

“You can put everything out here.” The man waved his hand at a long marble-covered counter. Blaine nodded and began unpacking his delivery tote as he watched the man dash out into another part of the apartment and shout:

“Barbra!”

“Joan!”

“Streisand!”

“Yes, Uncle Kurt?” A trio of childish voices replied in a sing-song fashion.

Kurt sighed loudly. “Can you please clean up your mess, wash your hands, and come sit down to dinner. . .please?” the desperation in Kurt’s voice was so very clear.

“That’s two pleases, Uncle Kurt.”

“That’s me asking really, really, really nicely, Streisand.“ Kurt said back, a forced smile on his face, his voice sounding strained. “I ordered dinner from your favorite place, just like your parents told me to. Let’s get going, ok?”

Kurt returned to the room, where he promptly collapsed into one of the kitchen chairs surrounding the table and dropped his head into his folded arms. “I am never doing this again.” Blaine could sort of make out. Kurt’s voice was very muffled. “Or at least not without reinforcements.”

Blaine’s eyes softened. “Babysitting duties?” he asked.

Kurt raised his head and sighed. “This is seriously giving me doubts about my capability to be a father in the future.

Blaine laughed at Kurt’s forlorn expression. “I’m sorry. I felt the same way once I started watching my brother’s kids. Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it. I promise it gets loads better.”

“Triplets. My best friend had triplets, and I am nothing if not a pushover.” Kurt moaned.

A heartbreaking wail - or maybe it was another screech, Blaine wasn’t exactly sure, came from one of the other rooms. Kurt’s face dropped into an expression of utter horror and disbelief as three young children came barreling into the kitchen, covered head to toe in smears of neon pink, green, and yellow paint. One of the little girls had her hair covered in the paint, and she apparently was the one wailing the loudest. Her eyes were screwed shut as she blindly flailed her arms, sobbing, and crashed face-first into Blaine.

“Uncle Kurt! Streisand put paint in my hair!” The little girl continued to wail as she wrapped her arms around Blaine’s waist and buried her face into his stomach, subsequently smearing more paint all over him.

“Streisand!” Kurt cried out, whipping around to look at a not-so-apologetic 6-year-old boy who was still gripping a tube of neon pink paint. Streisand looked almost ready to squeeze the remainder of the tube onto his other sister’s hair but second-guessed himself once he caught Kurt’s stern glare. He dropped the tube like a hot potato and at least decided to look chagrined.

“Um, sorry, Uncle Kurt?”

Kurt continued giving the child a death glare.”That shouldn’t be a question, Streisand. And I’m not the one you should be apologizing to.”

“Sorry, Barbra,” Streisand said. “Really, really sorry. But you do look pretty with pink hair. You said you wanted pink hair.”

Barbra hiccuped loudly as she wiped her face onto Blaine’s shirt. “I like pink, but I wanted to do it myself.” Barbra then pulled back, surprised: “Wait, you’re not Uncle Kurt.”

The other little girl looked at Blaine suspiciously. “Who are you? Are you Uncle Kurt’s boyfriend?”

“Uncle Kurt, you’re not supposed to bring boyfriends over. Mommy said so.” Streisand said.

Kurt turned beet red, and Blaine had to smile again at the absurdity of the whole situation. “My name is Blaine. I’m not Uncle Kurt’s boyfriend . . .”

“Do you want to be? Do you like Uncle Kurt?”

‘He’s cute. I think he should be your boyfriend, Uncle Kurt.”

“He’s ok, Uncle Kurt. But if you like him, you should make him your boyfriend.”

Kurt groaned. “OK. No more talking about boyfriends or my lack thereof. This was supposed to be a nice, calm, quiet evening. ‘Why don’t we do some finger painting?’ I said. ‘It will be fun,’ I said. Who was I kidding?“ Kurt parroted himself from earlier in the evening and then rolled his eyes as he looked back to Blaine. “That was a very bad idea on my part. 0/10 would not recommend.”

Blaine chuckled. “Well, the paint is very . . it is bright and festive and fun . . and um, if you had a black light - it would glow in the dark.”

“What?!” screeched Kurt. “Where did you get that paint, Streisand?”

“Mommy and Daddy’s room. In the table by the bed.”

“Oh god,” Kurt mumbled. “I don’t want to think about why they have that in their bedroom.”

Blaine snickered. “Why don’t you get the kids cleaned up? I’ll keep the food warm in the oven for you.” he tossed Kurt a charming smile. “Consider it an extra perk of the delivery process.”

“Thank you so, so much. “ Kurt gasped as he began dragging Streisand and Joan out of the kitchen by their arms. “Barbra, come on. Leave Mr. Blaine alone, and let’s get this paint out of your hair.”

Barbra followed reluctantly. “Will you still be here when we come back?” she asked Blaine.

Blaine knew what he wanted to say, but he hated to intrude on their little evening.

“I don’t know. I think it depends on your Uncle Kurt.” Blaine confessed.

“Uncle Kurt, pleeeeeeeeease can Mr. Blaine stay?” Barbra whined.

“Yeah, can he? Uncle Kurt, can he?” Joan chimed in.

“Stay. Stay. Stay. Stay.” Streisand began to chant loudly.

Kurt rolled his eyes. “Yes, Mr. Blaine can stay. We have to get him out of his clothes too.”

Blaine coughed and tried to suppress another laugh. “Well, I usually get a first date before that. . .”

Kurt sputtered and blushed again. Blaine was beginning to find it totally adorable. “I meant to change clothes,” Kurt tried to explain. “Because paint . . and . . there’s a washer and dryer in the apartment . . oh and fuck … I’m just going to go now before I say something else stupid.”

As Kurt pulled the two kids he had in hand down the hallway towards the bathroom, he could hear: “Ooooooh … you said a bad word, Uncle Kurt.”

A ton of giggling.

And then a small pink-haired covered face popped back into the kitchen doorway.

“So you’ll stay?” Barbra asked excitedly.

“I’ll stay. I promise.” Blaine told her.

Barbra squealed in joy and ran back down the hallway.

Oh yeah, Blaine was in so much trouble now.

*****

NOTE: If you haven't figured out yet, yes, these are Rachel's triplets😂

If anyone else wants to play - AU+Trope+Prompt Game.

#bitbybitwrites #ask game #au ask game #klaine fanfic #klaine fic #klaine fanfiction #klaine #kurt hummel #blaine anderson

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pansamantalamo · 5 months ago

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| 102724 . SUNDAY . 📍HOWL-LOWEEN 2ND PET WELLNESS & FUR-RADE | Brgy. 532 Zone 53 Sampaloc, Manila

● PART I POST

My first charity pet event. Last Oct. 27 pa to post ko na kase achievement din to. Dati-rati ayaw ko sa mga aso at pusa, kase takot akong makagat at makalmot. Pero nung nakilala ko si Choykie natuto akong hawakan at alagaan sila. Kaya di ko talaga ine expect na mag chcharity ako ng ganitong event.

Ito yung mga nag sponsors Aozi, PetHub, PetFuel, Nutri Care, Best Clean, Mag, Mighty Fur, Bayli, Babes Litson Manok, The Shack CeeTea, Choco Chaka, Furtionista, Loyal Pet at Cookie Digest. Grabe sobrang daming nag sponsor at first time namin ginawa to. Ang galing maghanap ng ate ni Choykie ng mga sponsors.

Tapos ayun kame naman ni Choykie nag design ng mga Certificates, Posters basta lahat ng print outs tapos kame din nag design sa buong stage. Tapos yung tarpulin design ko ang ginamit.

Ang saya lang at sobrang nakakapagod. Nagka issue pa nga kase yung mga taga brgy. hinanap pa samin yung kita sa registration e lahat naman yun wala kaming kupit. Abonado pa nga kame kase magkano pamasahe namin tska yung board sa may stage na design sagot namin yun. Tapos wala sila ginawa, ni hindi nga sila tumulong samin. Ok na sana yung event e ang saya kaso parang di kame welcome sa Brgy nila. Actually tulong talaga namin to sa Gf ng ate nya, dahil mother non ay Secretary sa Brgy.

Ayon nagka issue man ok lang. Masaya at dagdag sa experience namin to ni Choykie. Magkasama kame sa first charity event namin.

Hopefully madami pa kaming mga first na gawin together.

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linda-weiss · 2 years ago

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“Sehnsüchte, Prozessstufe II” by Linda Weiß Part of the exhibition “etwa faustgroß” Villa Merkel, November 11–27, 2022

Weiß’s work asks if it is possible to think productively, to create with sugar cycles of ecological systems that are yet still dependent on the massive global sugar industry and all of its attendant historical baggage. The show is in part about the aesthetic, ecological, social, and political possibilities of largely DIY processes like fermentation, for example. Here used as one that converts sugar into cellular energy, it operates as both metaphor and material biological process, in what Lauren Fournier describes in Fermenting Feminism as a “symbiosis between species and coevolution, accessibility and bioavailability, conservation and transformation, future and survival… and finally to the reduction of damage and care.” According to Fournier, fermentation can be understood as a feminist or queer practice; fermenting methods in life and in art draw attention to ecological relations as well as ways of caring for other kin, to the vast variation of the temporalities of life, and to humanity’s bacterial ancestors.

Weiß’s work stages a digestive aesthetics that pushes us to think about the possibly queer politics of digestion (as Ramzi Fawaz explores elsewhere) through the specific ways in which sugar moves and transforms in different systems and for different functions. Drawing on contemporary theoretical works on feminist theory, plants and weird fungal life, and speculative fictions, Weiß’s focus on certain biological conversions of sugar not only points toward possible clean energy alternatives (we’re not there yet, the work acknowledges this with its dependence on a small lithium battery for power) but also requires that visitors acknowledge their own co-dependencies and how those substances are produced and circulated.

Sehnsüchte: in English, longings, but it’s a word known for its impossibility to translate exactly. With etymological origins in the words for yearning (das Sehnen) and addiction (die Sucht) the title of Weiß’s show asks us to dwell in the sticky space between both. Sugar seduces, yes, but is nonhuman nourishment here as well, a substance that crosses the species divide or blurs it, a link between complex biological organisms in symbiotic relation. Text by Alison Sperling Alison Sperling is an IPODI Postdoctoral Fellow at the Technische Universität Berlin where she works on queer and feminist theory, science fiction, and the Anthropocene.

#alison sperling #jochen wagner #linda weiß #abkstuttgart #lisagranada #javierklausgastelum #patricia paryz #villa merkel #stuttgart #esslingen #anette c. halm #jaewon park #laura becker

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demon-and-genshin-men-slvt · 2 years ago

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1: chibi enmu pressed against the screen.

2: I’m cursed so maybe both!

3: I do but they’re close to my irl name so I’ll say my other ones! Shitbag, little shit, sometimes lawnmower.

4: I’m not really sure- I know that I listened to lemon boy recently on a Gorou playlist!

5: nope! But I wrote a small spooky story once which isn’t on here!

6: the biggest no 💙

7: mhm! I don’t remember the last time I cleaned them but they don’t hurt!

8: I’m not sure but maybe if they trust you enough or something else-

9: maybe chocolate chip? Or a digestive biscuit that has chocolate on the top! :breathes in 50% british:

10: I would say I’m both but I sometimes get a bit scared when I’m with a cat incase the little baby shit bites me 💙

11: headphones! It feels weird when you gotta either force it in or tuck it in.

12: :intense thinking: I don’t remember!

13: maybe that the mantis shrimp is able to break a human finger and rocks while being 4 inches or smth.

14: night owl! Definitely! I think-

15: either my bed or the couch!

16: mhm! Pansexual.

17: clingy sleepy lawnmower.

18: sweatpants, sleepable 👍🏻

19: don’t go to Starbucks often but I go to Costa sometimes!

20: idk- green? Since my dad said it’s bad luck, leprechauns being opposite-

21: my N plush and a red old jacket I have!

22: tea with sugar!

23: I think mine was the velociraptor or the trex!

24: idk actually- I might check after I get this done!

25: what does that mean exactly?

26: not sure what that means but maybe casual soft? Idk-

27: I don’t exactly have one but I plan on selling my art work on a stall like someone selling lemonade!

28: single but in a platonic marriage with two of my friends, but I will keep being horny!

29: red old jacket with random shirt and jeans with either short platforms or just random ass shoes!

30: definitely not We Don’t Talk About Bruno- then there’s Down Down Down Down Dow-

31: dirty blonde! But my opinion a tad brown.

32: sometimes!

33: nope!

34: that I looked cute!

35: not sure-

holy shit this is a lot-

~ 💖 ASK GAME 💖 ~

📷 What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen?

🍫 Cheese or chocolate?

✨ Do you have any nicknames?

🎵 Last song you listened to?

✏️ Have you ever written fanfiction?

😏 Are you on discord?

💛 Do you have any piercings?

🐰 What do you think says the most about a person?

🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be?

🐶 Are you more of a dog person or a cat person?

🎧 Headphones or earbuds?

🌼 What’s the last thing you said out loud?

🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know?

🦉 Are you a morning person or a night owl?

🧸 Favorite place to nap?

🏳️‍🌈 Are you a member of the LGBTQIA+ community?

🦋 Describe yourself in three words.

👖 Jeans or sweatpants?

🥤 What’s your go-to Starbucks order?

🧡 A color you can’t stand?

💎 What’s your most prized possession?

☕ Coffee or tea?

🦖 Favorite extinct animal?

🌙 How long have you been on tumblr?

🌴 Desert island item?

🐸 Describe your aesthetic.

🔮 What’s your dream job?

💙 Relationship status?

🌿 Describe your favorite outfit.

🎤 Is there a song you know all the lyrics to?

🤎 What color is your hair?

💌 Do you talk to yourself?

💄 Do you wear makeup?

🌸 Best compliment you ever received?

💞 @ your favorite blog.

Reblogs are appreciated!

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selcouthbuzz · 2 months ago

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i never write when i’m in good moods. i’m trying to practice doing that.

today has been good. ate a chicken strip basket with ranch for breakfast. have had really good conversations with my mom and my therapist. i got paid today and finalized my halsey concert trip plans. i just feel good.

my therapist asked me about career goals, if i had any. i explained to her how i’m in a weird position because i grew up severely suicidal so i never planned for any future; dropping out of school, not taking jobs seriously, not building relationships and how now i’m 22 years old and im excited to see wrinkles appear on my face and can’t wait for the grey silver hair.

i don’t have any career goals. i don’t dream of labor and i hate money with every atom in the universe. i just want to talk and be talked with. i just want to draw and paint and drink good drinks and eat good food. i want companionship and love and laughter and support. i don’t care what i’m doing as long as those boxes are checked off. my future is not burdened by financial properties and it’s sure as hell not surrounded by my ‘readiness’ to be of use for a company to gain.

my walking away from something is me waving the white flag of surrender. i remove myself from situations after i’ve tried to fix issues many times. and because it’s a sign of surrender, and not a salute to self respect, i relapse and fall right back into the same patterns.

sometimes i wonder who id be without all my trauma and heartbreak, then i remember that version of me doesn’t exist anywhere because balance is real, and you can’t have blue without a little red.

i think about decomposing a lot. being returned back to the earth. the mushrooms and little bugs taking over what’s left of me. it’s so weird how i spend so much of my time trying to be clean, when the dirt feels the most comfortable. why do we try so hard to conform? why do i mold myself into someone digestible for people who are anti-vaxx? how does healing take place in the grimiest moments? makes me believe dying is peaceful..

dog years // halsey

“you know a mercy kill is what i seek

i didn’t ask to live but dying’s up to me.”

02/27/2025 2:27pm

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richiebigjoe · 5 months ago

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The Philippines Government 🇵🇭

According to the 1987 Constitution of the 🇵🇭

ARTICLE II:

DECLARATIONS OF PRINCIPLES AND STATE POLICIES

STATE POLICIES:

Section 11:

The State values the DIGNITY of EVERY HUMAN PERSON and guarantees full respect for human rights.

Section 14:

The State recognizes the role of women (including the corrupt ones) in nation-building, and shall ensure the fundamental equality before the law of women and men.

Section 17:

The State shall give PRIORITY to education, science and technology, arts, culture, and sports to foster patriotism and nationalism, accelerate social progress, and promote total human liberation and development.

Section 24:

The State recognizes the vital role of communication and information in nation-building. (The president and Vice president of the Philippines don't talk to themselves anymore. Both are setting very bad examples for kids to follow)

Section 26:

The State shall guarantee equal access to opportunities for public service and PROHIBIT political dynasties as may be defined by law. (The Philippines government is setting a bad example already in this area, dynasties are becoming more emboldened and don't care about equity, this must be stopped)

Section 27:

The State shall maintain honesty and integrity in the public service and take positive and effective measures against graft and corruption. (The Philippines government is playing to the gallery in this area, the Congress is a joke. The COURTS ARE WAITING)

Section 28:

Subject to reasonable conditions prescribed by law, the State adopts and implements a policy of full PUBLIC DISCLOSURE of all its transactions involving public interests. (Can we have the Congress publish their audited annual expenditures for the people to see and digest?)

Those who come to equity MUST come with clean hands.

Life is beautiful. Putin is not the problem.

Respectfully

🖤

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astrovastukosh · 8 months ago

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Today's date - 8 September 2024 Vedic Hindu Panchang and Sunday Special with accurate calculations

⛅ Date - 8 September 2024

⛅ Day - Sunday ⛅ Vikram Samvat - 2081 (2080 according to Gujarat) ⛅ Ayan - Dakshinayan ⛅ Season - Autumn ⛅ Month - Bhadrapada ⛅ Paksha - Shukla ⛅ Date - Panchami till 07:58 pm then Shashthi ⛅ Nakshatra - Swati till 03:31 pm then Vishaka ⛅ Yoga - Indra night till 12:05 September 09 then Vaidhriti ⛅ Rahu Kaal - from 05:17 pm to 06:50 pm ⛅ Sunrise - 06:27 ⛅Sunset - 06:49 ⛅Disha Shool - in the west direction ⛅Brahma Muhurta - from 04:52 am to 05:38 am ⛅Abhijit Muhurta - from 12:12 pm to 01:02 pm ⛅Nishita Muhurta - from 12:14 pm September 09 to 01:00 pm September 09 ⛅Vrat festival details - Rishi Panchami, Samvatsari festival, Ravi Yoga (from 03:31 pm to 06:24 am September 09) ⛅Special - Eating wood apples on Panchami brings a stigma. (Brahmavaivart Purana, Brahma Khand: 27.29-34)

🔹Your health is in your own hands🔹

🔸(1) To keep the nose disease-free, always keep in the practice of putting drops of mustard oil in the nose. If there is an increase in phlegm or bile in the morning or an increase in wind in the afternoon, then put drops in the evening. The mouth of those who put drops of oil in the nose remains fragrant, there are no wrinkles on the body. The voice comes out smoothly. The senses remain clean. White hair does not come early and pimples do not occur.

🔸(2) One should not sleep during the day because sleeping during the day causes phlegm. Sleeping during the day is prohibited on all days except summer.

🔸(3) Childhood ends after ten years, growth stops after twenty years, and the glow diminishes after thirty years. After forty years memory power decreases. After fifty years skin's smoothness decreases, after sixty years eye power decreases, after seventy years semen decreases, after eighty years courage decreases. After ninety years intelligence decreases, and after one hundred years the power of the organs of action decreases. After one hundred and ten years consciousness decreases and after one hundred and twenty years life span decreases.

🔸(4) Getting the body parts massaged - it cleanses the flesh, blood, and skin very well, is pleasant it induces sleep, increases semen, and destroys phlegm, gas, and exertion.

🔸(5) The person who sits after eating gets lazy. The age of the person who walks a hundred steps increases and the death of the person who runs runs after him.

🔸(6) Fire is present on the left side above the navel of living beings, hence one should sleep on the left side to digest the food.

🔸(7) Delicious food makes the mind happy, increases strength, strengthens, increases enthusiasm, and increases life span whereas tasteless food has the opposite effect as stated above.

🔸(8) Eating salt and ginger at the beginning of the meal is beneficial at all times, it ignites the fire, creates interest, and cleans the tongue and throat.

🔸(9) While eating, the gaze of a mother, father, friend, doctor, cook, swan, peacock, crane, or Chakor bird is considered good; but the gaze of a poor, light, hungry, sinful, hypocrite, or sick person and a chicken and dog is not considered good.

🔹 Sunday Special🔹

🔸 Sexual intercourse with a woman and eating and applying sesame oil is prohibited on Sunday. (Brahmavaivart Purana, Brahma Khand: 27.29-38)

🔸 Lentils, ginger, and red vegetables should not be eaten on Sunday. (Brahmavaivart Purana, Sri Krishna Khand: 75.90)

🔸 Food should not be eaten in a bronze vessel on Sunday. (Brahmavaivart Purana, Sri Krishna Khand: 75)

🔸 Sunday is the day of the Sun God, getting a haircut (hair cutting and shaving) on this day causes loss of wealth, wisdom, and religion.

🔸 Amla should not be consumed on Sunday.

🔸 According to Skanda Purana, the Bilva tree should be worshipped on Sunday. This destroys great sins like killing a Brahma.

🔸 Touching a Peepal tree on Sunday is prohibited.

🔸 Plucking Tulsi leaves on Sunday is prohibited.

#motivational motivational jyotishwithakshayg #tumblr milestone #akshayjamdagni #mahakal #hanumanji #rashifal #panchang

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rennyji · 1 year ago

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Fixes and Upgrades to myself...

updated, one last time, at 1:05 PM, on 7/27/2024, towards bottom of this blog post

The first Tumblr link on this topic:

Other stuff that I thought of after:

- N’Ala gripsBrain w/tentacles @ randomFeelings/thoughts inStreamOfConsciousness. I normally let riverFlowDownCreek. ImFocusedOnWat I do, think b4I act. WhenStreamFlows, I C it, letIt guideFocus/Decisions,whether revelation/Attraction. I am not impulsive2action/reactive2thoughts.

- I have a cough that’s been going on 4 several weeks now, sending shocks 2my brain, which has 2do w/mind control phenomena. Im not processing my senses(sight/sound/etc.). When I look @ clock, I’m not seeing time-I either stare or look away automatically, without processing time.

-when I do things like rubbing eyes, I don’t no when 2stop.I keep going until exhaustion orSomeSurprise. When I turnOff airConditioner, actionOfPickingUp remote&pressing off button isn’t “registering in head.”It’s Like I didn’t do it. Wat I hear onNews doesn’t “register/digest.”

-Take away brain freeze where I look @ universalRemote/dontNoHow2turnOnTV

- My working memory/recall R still not working. When I practicedSpeedReading, usingMyFingers, I wouldRead aFew sentences&thenReciteBack aSummary. I cannotDoThat w/a few sentences,from aFixedPoint,ofWat I hear onNews.-

-when I readOn cnn headlines, Im notReading 1word @ time.I have flyaway eyes.I need moreMentalProcessing power.Fingers R flyawayOn iPhone keyboard.W/armyInHead,there’s 2 setsOfBrainwaves w/otherViewers. Decrease his, increase mine.Theyre counting on uSayingNo b/c stretchingMine.

-remote viewers telling me on every1’s anger/hatred, butReason I can’t function couldB he’s squeezing my head.U want hero/conversation, u gotIt. I’ll drop charges. GetRid of him.Decrease his waves/stretchHim. IncreaseMe

I think a piece of inside of my nose (like cartilage) got scraped off in my sleep. Not sure why I have a memory of that, but if you guys, in orchestrators can magically fix that, most appreciated.

- fingers have a slight tremor that has nothing 2 do w/brain waves. I remember vision being clearer than tv, here & there tv is clearer than roomClock. Instead of making it so I don’t need food, make me need food, but make me invulnerable2 cholesterol/diabetes/blood pressure/etc.

-likeGoku trains @ 100x gravity,Ive heard itsPossible2experience orgasm @ 100x intensity.Currently,I feelNothing. Like Tom Hanks in “Green Mile,” after being touchedBy JohnKoffee,I want 2B able 2have sex 5x aDay w/ejaculatingSemenEachTime.Body shouldRecoverLikeOnAmphetamineIn B/w

-giveMeHairStraight“& w/volume” like BollywoodActor:JohnAbraham.Give way2turn aVasectomy on/off complexionShouldntTanInSun, way2connect2cable/satelliteTVsignals/anArchiveOfMovies,aWay2talk/text/IM, email/surfNet/connectBluetooth/download2flashDrive,useAcomputer, All w/o hiveMind

-want sensuBean dragonBallZ recovery/regenerationFromGenes @ will,2initiateRouter/hotspotMode4DeviceConnect, talk2electronics,programmableRemote2cars/tvs/etc.,unbreakable&immovable eardrums/eyes/straightTeeth, steel ballz, unpenetrableMind,6 inches2height/eye&skinInProportion.

- I want night&binocularVision, undamageableBrain (evenFromBullet), beAble2growHead/facial/body hair/ at will&inShapeOfMyGoatee w/o shaving, I wantYogicBodyHeating/coolingAbility, dictionary&grammar&BestPractices 2CoreLanguages/engineering/programming/medicine/pharmacy /kodakSmile

- I want good fasting glucose levels, be as analog (vs digital) as possible (no digital), while retaining the ability for growth as a human being, with this one time download to the brain “w/o having to “connect to the hive mind ever again.

-& if fake conscious stream required, I’ll pass on all of it, unless I can initiate it w/a comfy fitting self&clean-powered secure (in terms of fit & security) forehead band. Otherwise, I justWant2moveOn w/whateverMoney I getFromThis,2finally startLiving,likeIntendedAfterCollege.

- and I want “ANTI- remote viewing/mind reading /mind control/possession” dead zone for my loved ones and me, going forward, for every generation. - I mean it in the same manner as some people ask never to get taxed for them and their loved ones.

- if I could prioritize, I want the money owed to me, and a permanent dead zone from all mind manipulation, so that I can start living as intended after college.

- life isChaotic. I want an animal companion in form of a cat/dog I can read mind of, or if thats hard, I want 2B able 2keepItCompany by communicating w/it inAllFormsOf meowing/barking. *&I want2B able2train it2useLitterBox/not2scratchOrBite w/a download 2make petTransition EZier

- I don’t want mind reading/mind control. Telekinesis/pyrokinesis - don’t care either way. I would like to talk to animals, particularly cats/dogs, and all forms of cats and dogs to keep it interesting.-

I want all trades, (building homes, wiring, plumbing, wood work, carpentry, survivor/camping,hunting, gardening), eastern meditative practices, martial arts to primarily defend/disarm/subdue. The rest brain map and/or extrapolate. Maybe a headband to talk to felines/canines.

- and I want to know how to drive on both sides of the road, stick shift, motor cycle license and accompanying skill, and and knowledge on how to properly hold a child without dropping it.

- and I want to be ambidextrous and be able to draw perfectly, and I want to know Japanese/Korean/Chinese effortlessly to keep myself busy watching anime.

& I want a fatless body if that’s not harmful or genetically disadvantageous. Or as littleFat as possible. I want all excess fat gone. I want 8packAbs, no love handles, a bony lower abdomen. I want to be cut from all the fat gone, & quick &/or sensu-bean-at-will muscle recovery.

Mentally, 2 sum it up, not necessarily talking about now, want calm, focus, a strong will, excellent processing power, working memory, eidetic memory, speed reading capability, & be able 2 “achieve or work 4 more mental strength.” Want the strengths of amphetamines w/o the toll.

- want a V shape core. 8 pack abs with my wide shoulders.

I want culinary and cooking skills. I want to know how to cook Asian and Indian and American and Viking food. I want to know how to fish/cook fish, make Japanese and French pastries. I want to know how to gather sugar and spices and medicinal herbs.Iwant to know how to camp/cook

- I want all survival skills as though I was last man on earth.

- I want knowledge of Vedic sciences, Vedic texts, Ayurveda&related, all ancient and holy scripts & their respected languages like Sanskrit. I want knowledge of Indian astrology, palm reading, numerology, Mayan astrology

- I want any/all life skills. …really just pull plug on this phenomena and/or brain map/predict the rest.

I want all wellness, exercise, physical therapy, self and others massage skills, martial arts, yogic, meditative, eastern monk practices in my head

- make me mentally, physically 21 years old…note tumblr link in previous retweet…brain map/predict rest.

-@ endOfDay,myChildrenShouldBear myIdealCharacteristics,orIndeed B myChildren&descendantsOf MyAncestors. But gene edit outDisease. Make male:6”1, female:5”9, addStrongMetabolismLimitFat,add thingsAsEideticMemory.Don’tLimit spiritualCapacity,butDoAugmentsMore4 mental/somePhysical.

UndoMyHairTransplant.WhereHairs taken,replace them.Where transplanted,makeThemNormalHairs ratherThan3-pronged replacement back-of -head hairs. GiveMeHairTypeMentionedIn earlierTweet insteadOfMy currentWavyHair.Restore my box-shaped-low-forehead hairline. -BrainMap/predict rest

- & facial/body hair shouldB in accordance w/new hair type. In terms of gene editing, mentally just some augmentsLike eideticMemory. Don’t takeAway watU think is aggression. I view it as fire 2get things done/make a point,&I feelCulturally,&mayB genetically,myFamily&meTooPassive.

- I’d also like to not sweat so much needlessly w/o losing its benefit. After showering, I’d like to stop sweating, particularly on front/top of my nose and forehead.

In terms of gene editing, “women w/ softer features” better. “Men w/medium-loud or loud features” better, like broad shoulders. In terms of things like vision, “maximum clarity & distance” like 20/22 post LASIK vision. In terms of ideas, the “simplest plans with maximum effort.”

MayB there’s something wrong w/me or it’s b/c there’s a guy in my head. I want to, “want” having sex. I want 2feel what I’m seeing with my eyes, even while this guy is screwing my focus & senses. I’m thinking I’m in a bad situation,but absence of desire makes me question things.-

- from what I hear/what I experience, U guys R on offensive for 18 years. I can’t even defend self. If it’s about enhancements, who’s stupid enough2deny that. But this is something else. This guy behind my face, no reason 4 him. Who’s more descriptive w/feedback. Him or me?

I was inAcquiredHabit of doing everything consciously/knowingly- a habitDeveloped from yoga/meditation/solitude-currentlyNerveWrecking. I’d like that back. I’d like people behind my face 2stop exertingTheirPreferences. Kindly restoreMy dick sensitivity. TheHeadIs tooDesensitized.

Confirmed by blood test, as a result of meds or situation, wounds are not healing or not healing quick enough. Persistent cough is troublesome. Blemishes as a teenager disappeared likeIn aWeek. Ur causing random things 2appear like rudolph reindeer, leaving blackMarksOnMyFaceBody

-Ur led to believe by doctors & the orchestrators of this phenomena that letting urself go on "autopilot" is normal, whether it's driving or anything. Mindfulness is not a luxury, but a skill to employ on all occasions.-

-Learn to consciously think, speak, perform actions. Now, from my situation, what you can get is that, if you fail at the above or are lazy about mindfulness, you may never realize that you were possibly mind read/mind controlled.

-In drivers ed, I heard lane change signaling should be a force of habit. I advise mindfulness. You shouldn’t autopilot. I disagree with that American medical perspective.-

Skin,I think has a microbiome. I think bacteria isSupposed 2grow on it. Hence why eastern meds emphasize use of medicated oils & not even using soap during treatment. My skin is looking dead&dry after moisturizer w/ ceramides.ShouldB moist/supple like masseuse hands Im thinking.-

- even w/purpose of eliminatingDisease, it goes against nature2eliminateAn environment onSkin 4 bacteria 2 survive. Right way of going about it is immunity 2all disease like ultimateVaccine or geneticImmunity &ensuring urBacteria doesn’tSpread. Genetic immunity. U work w/natural.

-immediatelyAfterCollege,“this” happened&lifeStopped.

-RipThisSituationOffLikeBandaid, no need2explain/cleanUp. Every5-10 yrs, I hear “we’re notThose people”. I’mOld&tired.-

- I’ve heard high brain waves cause disruption 2electricity. That’s sign2fix powerGrids,notBrain.Tesla came w/wireless power. Earth emanates selfSustainingRadiatingPointsOfPower (lettingUsLiveInHarmonyW/powerNeeds) asHarnessedByCircuit shapedPattern of pyramids amplifying it.-

Id like blackMarks onArmpits/feet/face, lip 2 disappear.I’d like 2 empty my bowelsCompletelyInMorning,soI canGet showeringOutOfWay,IdLike2 completely emptyMyBladderIn 1Stream vs. 2 (¬ spray) w/o having2shakeDry orHavingDripping onBoxers.

-againstMapping, what i want in women, based on my experience w/mom: mom is hyper, yelling, harsh toned,-I could never talk2her or get her2understand. It makes me want a companion who’s voice is soft, who’s in2 Disney type stuff, softer feminine features, understanding/talkable-

-now I avoidSayingThisTypeOfThing b/c itRisksInfluencingEvents/people. BySaying aLike, I riskFemalesBeing 2passive w/o liveliness aroundMe. ButRightNow, I’m left w/nuts sent my way, inControllingMindset. ImToldWomenHaveMy memories, &Rtrained2handleMe. TakesSpontenaeityOutOfLife.-

- all I’ve wanted since beginning of my 1stComplaintIsWatsNatural.People beingNatural,mySurroundingsBeing natural w/o weirdness/manipulation. I want 0accommodations asIt screws w/my wiring, as I adjust, for most part, to others. On women, I like ladylikeWomenWhoAreWellKempt.

Id like 2B able 2 eat my 3 meals w/o feeling uncomfortable. I’d like food 2 taste like it always did. I want things naturalAsideFromMentioned. If by chance, myBodyMassagers R feltByOthers,I’d like it if the benefit was not”Lost2me,” &that I could feel full intensityOfMassage.

InsteadOfNonsenseInContinued infliction/warping ofUrBeliefOnCarryingCrosses, I’d like it if laxativesLike senokot worked w/their intended intensity, w/o effectBeing split2multiplePeople; w/o u carrying cross ofMyLaxative.Thats that much outside-potentially harmful-influencesInMe.

EndTremor 2myBodyPartsSo I canSit firmly.

- regarding remote viewers/inhibitors, be a conscience when I have none and warn me before something stupid. EatWatI Eat. Watch what I watch. Remote view, not remote experience.-

- & I want my mothers & my maternal grandmothers perfected version of their cooking knowledge in my head. I want to know how to cook all the things in bakeries near my maternal grandmothers residence, how 2 cook Kerala porottas, how 2 cook Punjabi Naan & bestChickenTikkaMasala, ***best Goan Lamb Vindaloo, best North Indian variety of meat kababs and vegetable samosas-

- I want to know how to cook all North and South Indian bakery items, and how to cook all North Indian curries and dishes, and all Japanese and Chinese and Korean dishes/meals/bakery items …

- I want 2 have a library of popular & classic American books in my head 2 read like a Kindle, I want 2 be able to sing to any song, I want to be able to dance to any music, I want American/Bollywood/Punjabi/Bhangra music in head, have all American/Bollywood/Bhangra dance moves.

- to the orchestrators, during sex, I should have 7 inches of warm throbbing rock hard penis sourced from my body.

- I want to know all breath exercises like. Of breath, all pranayama, all yoga, all mantras/end goal, all martial arts. In those departments and everywhere, I don’t want to be lazy to do anything.

- I want a portal opener that enables me to generate worm holes to different places, for travel, for the easiest drive in history. I don’t want a tele-porter as that disintegrates you, and who knows what that does to conscious waves.

- from using head helmet massager, there is “pain” in the back-left of my head. It, like other things, aren’t healing/going away, or healing fast enough. Probably has 2do w/reduced blood flow under mind manipulation. Make me heal fast, make blood circulation, all around, stellar.

- I want skin like ameesha patel/and blue green eyes on the dark side, or green eyes on the dark side, whichever’s darker/resembling black, or keep it as black. Yes I can be a b*tch. I want a new life with a new identity. I want to be 6”3 with everything in proportion.

I want to be able to transmit wirelessly to a wireless hard drive/flash drive the data stored in my brain, transmit videos and pictures I take with my eyes.

Super Nintendo World reminds me I have an XBox & don’t have drive 2 switch from the News 2 embark on new experience of video games. Don’t have attention span or the drive 2 keep playing video games. I want 2B able 2 set my mind 2 something, & do/accomplish what I set my mind to.

- I want a AR type watch/mental watch with world time, accurate to the second or accurate based on the sun/moon or accurate to the atomic clock level (however that works), whichever is most accurate or all three.

-I want knowledge of Christian mysticism, Sufi Islam/music,&all Hindu/Buddhist mystic/tantric/everything knowledge.-

- & i want 2B able 2 project flashlight w/ my hands, project ceiling-light over me when needing lighting & don’t have it, I want 2B able 2materialize clothing on2 myself like Piccolo zapping Gohan w/a newOutfit

- make the tremors, the inability to sit still, go away whether it’s sourced mentally/physically.

- I want muscles/finger related stuff to stop twitching/spasm-ing

-IN HEAD: I want allPastPresent American/Bollywood movies&animation&TVshows, all Chinese/Korean/Japanese Pixar-like movies&animation, I want all crunchyroll/Hidive/Funimation inHead, allPotential Marvel/DC/movies&Rick&MortySequels,potential sequels to everything current inHead.-

I want 3D printer and code/materials to print food, vegetables, sauces, spices, water, milk, butter. I want to be able to share my AR TV and Kindle books “View” to watch media/read with others.-

-I want all my purchased software in my mental computer. It should be Windows/Mac OS/Linux compatible/upgradeable. Should have a basic Terminal 2 navigate directories/download data/surf web with advancing times.-

I want to be able to generate UV light or something to clean myself/freshen breath/smell good when I need to shower/brush teeth. I want2nourish self by absorbing energy/electricity/solarEnergy, like photosynthesis or something

I want 2B able 2touch/taste Augmented reality (AR) food of cuisines I mentioned previously. I want to be able to not breathe “when necessary.” “When necessary,” my brain and blood cells should be able to stretch out oxygen like Zepbound stretches out consumed food.

- I want to be able to consume/absorb solar energy, electric power, earth/planet vibrations/energy for nourishment, and I want to be able to convert it to oxygen (O2) when I cannot breathe.

I want to be able to do headstands without the feetup bench, I want to be able to meditate in the lotus position, I want East Asian flexible muscles- brain map the rest/mind-read the rest

- as many/all the benefits I’m asking for myself, for my parents and sibling and his wife as well.

- in a world ending scenario, I would want the genetic material of my parents saved, so that i can artificially inseminate and produce a brother and sister. I would want genetic material of brother and wife saved, to artificially inseminate and produce nieces/nephews.-

- I want the benefits, without the cons, of all the supplements/meds I take- primarily the supplements-to be naturally and harmoniously with me, if there’s any benefit.

And I want muscles that are plump, with…like…volume, so as not flat, and an 8-pack-washboard-abs strengthening my lower back and elongating my spine.

I want all video games up to 2024 inMy head w/ ability 2 play w/Bluetooth controller & without. (Like Sega, Nintendo, PlayStation, XBox, Gameboy, Quest Pro, & Apple App Store apps/games, Google Play Store apps/games). I want 2B able 2share my AR video game screen 2play w/another.

& if I ever get cybernetic implants, I want 2B able2sendSignalsWithout a Neuralink like device. I want2send all intended video content from head,like tv/movie/computer/video game/kindleContent, 2anHDMI/tech-of-time screen @ 12Kresolution using wirelessHDMItransmitterLikeTech.

I want to be immune to animal bites, rabies, snake bites, snake venom. I want to be protected from all of it. I want to be lightning proof.

- I want, if good, densely packed muscle fibers in my muscles, making most of available space. I hear there’s two types of muscle fibers. Densely packed, and not. If good, I want densely packed. Fire should not harm me “like yogis” who walk through fire.

- I want a strong unbreakable neck. I want to be protected from paralysis. If my head snaps off, i want to be able to pop it back in. I want to be protected from mosquitos. I want to know how to fly all planes, helicopters, trains, submarines, ships, sail boats, rowing boats. -

I want to be able to sense the earths magnetic field. I want an internal classic compass. I want to know “direction”/navigation from looking at the stars, want to know about the North Star, want an internal gps/map not connected to network, & ability 2 latch onto gps satellite.

- and regarding densely packed muscles fibers, I think they pack more strength in small or available spaces. I want head hair, facial hair, body hair that doesn’t dry or get rough, and has volume.

- I want to know how to fly spaceships, Indian vimanas, & how to engineer/build spaceships and Indian vimanas.

- I want lips that stay firm, don’t get dry, don’t get chapped, don’t peel. Maybe even ones that stay moisturized, if natural effects can make that happen.

- I want sun protection for my eyes and be protected from glaucoma. I want eye foggers gone.

-I want all engineering/architect knowledge. I want to know how to build houses and build buildings and build cars and build planes and build spaceships and build planes and build helicopters & trains. I want Google maps for “walking-directions” to places, internally in my head.

-I got hit in eye w/a baseball asChild & 1 eye is out of shape vs other. It mightB smaller than other 1. KindlyFix,soBoth eyesLookSame&normal. My lower eye lids & my eye regionMake my face look different;Something on wearingGlasses,TakingMeds,Age, makes faceLookDifferent.PlzFix.

-I use Bausch & Lombs Lumify 2 make red lines in eyes “mostly disappear.” It does job by-I think-loweing blood pressure of- I think- blood vessels in eye. Whatever’s causing red lines and lack of whiteness in eyes, kindly fix in a natural way.

-If I get punched in nose, my nose shouldn’t break. If I get punched in lips, my lips shouldn’t get swollen. David killed Goliath by sending sling shot stone between eye brows, above nose, sensing bone 2 brain. I want invulnerability to, and protection from, that.

- I had a deviated septum in nose that was surgically corrected for better breathing. The way it’s done is by shaving off some bone. Keep the septum fixed while giving back bone thickness.

-I had LASIK done which corrects vision by reshaping/shaving off some corneal thickness. Restore my corneas, make my eyes stop drying out and needing eye drops, make them anti-glaucoma, restore sun protection, reduce sun sensitivity.

-I want strong knees, strong elbows, strong fingers, strong toes, and a strong heart that isn’t stopped from a blow to center of chest.

- My eye brows/eye lashes are leaning towards fading. I want same shape, but fuller/thicker eyebrows, same dark/long eyelashes. My head hair, facial hair, body hair should be what’s called jet black. I want white hairs gone.

- I want invulnerability/protection for sensitive body regions. I want to be able to take a blow to the head without a concussion, without brain damage, without cranial damage, without any structural damage.

- I want a spine/spinal cord that cannot be broken and that is invulnerable to/protected from paralysis.

-I saw aDoctor once looking @ mySpinalCord. He was talking2self& I heardHim mutter2self something on C6s or C7s(but nothing2worryOn), or in relation to 1 of whatever C7s refer to: (spinal vertebrae/branches?) Ensure everythings healthy/strong/functional, w/o evenSlightestProblem.

- where veins visible like near feet/lower leg or in eyelid region, where collagen or something needed, plz fix. While on meds, kidneys/liver said 2 not be @ their optimal. Plz fix. Some shirts arm length longer than my arms. If hands notBigEnough, if armsNot longEnough, plz fix.

-want strong, unbreakable, un-choke-able neck. Neck/head/back should be aligned & however straight as they should be, fromProper posture. Want proper posture to be natural to me &my go-to behavior. LookForDefects like possible arm/hand length or misshapen eyes&please correct.

- give strong unbreakable hand wrists and strong unbreakable: whatever-the feet-equivalent-of-wrists are called. Make all 4 wrists incapable of being slit.

-If Im carrying a laundry basket down the stairs, and I trip and fall, in “Flash time” while tripping/falling, I want to think/act to “consciously” protect sensitive regions and my head, not instinctively necessarily. if I get in2 car accident, I Want2 consciouslyManeuverVehicle.

-I want all the special things I’m asking for, 2B able 2B passed down genetically, 2myDescendants. If any genetic degradation normally happensIn meiosis, mitosis, or whatever be the process that degradation occurs, I want protection from/invulnerability to, genetic degradation.

- and I want to be scalp/face/neck/body-acne proof. I want to be protected from all acne, and want these black marks from acne scars to disappear, and be protected from all future scars that take time to disappear. People mistake acne scars as pigmentation from the sun.

- I don’t want to smell when I sweat, particularly when I sweat from the arm pits. When I shave my face & neck, the hairs shouldB In aWay orStandInA way, Where its EZ 2 shaveOffSmoothly w/a razor/electricShaver,so I have aClean/Close/SmoothShave, regardlessOfAngle ofWhichI shave.

-wherever I shave, be it face/neck/body, the hair there should grow in a way/direction, where I’m protected from in-grown hairs/acne.

- I should have right level of dopamine 2prevent /poorBloodCirculation/lower back Pain/poor focus. I want a strong lower back, free from strain/pain. Skin should be more moisturized/supple, & barrier of the skin should be intact and protected.

Kindly stop reducing circulation 2 my scalp, body, my genitalia, & allow me 2 stop talking about my genitalia. I want all benefits (if any) from my meds/supplements without disadvantages. Circulation thing I’ve mentioned multiple times, & w/serious things, it makes me lose faith.

Insufficient/unbalanced neurotransmitter levels, like with dopamine, could be responsible for dark/dull vision- just a thought.

Make all skin wrinkles and forehead dent from stress, disappear, please.

If the wave/conscious stream doesn’t affect me, and I affect it, Augmenting/enhancing me physically/mentally may better the stream. There’s ur incentive.

- in conjunction w/previous tweet, hence neurotransmitter levels… But everything else matters too.

-w/fake conscious stream, question of “what’s real” comes 2 picture. It’s not about unnaturally sweetening foods w/o adding sugar, or adjusting brightness/viewpoint of vision in a wave.“real” is maximum clarity or the “maximum” under whats physically/mentally extendable/possible.

- please put an end to all twitching, muscle spasms, and put an end to tremors in my extremities.

- please stop making me involuntarily exhale, after I VOLUNTARILY inhale

- probably one of the most stupid things I’ve done in my diminished mental state with external influences is poke my eye lid through the other side, like by making a small hole, with an acne puncture needle. Not my best moments when fear of causing problems disappear. Plz fix.

I want all existing acne on my lower eye lids and elsewhere, and blemishes and scars from my face/neck/body/under lip area/ gone.

I want my eye foggers to disappear. I want the ability to multi task as women seem to genetically have that on a bigger scale, outside of executive functioning, from older times, where it helped them take care of children and other responsibilities.

***I want all engineer/engineering phD level knowledge (electrical/computer/mechanical/chemical/civil/aerospace/ aeronautical, nanoscale, biomedical, industrial etc.), & all Doctor/medicine MD/phD knowledge (neurology/cardiology/ophthalmology/internist,etc.), all Pharmacist & Pharmacologist knowledge, all computer science/programming knowledge.

***Orchestrators, I want the skin irregularity in my left nostril to be healed. When I pick my nose, it feels like rubbing over a bump or a skin overlap. I want my nose to be dirt/booger free. I want to be healed from my perpetual stuffy/runny nose.

***Orchestrators, I want to be able to turn a vasectomy on and off, at will. I want to be healed of dry mouth, bad breath, gum disease, receding gums (make the gums grow back), protected from gas and farting and bloating.

***Orchestrators, I want to be de-aged to 21 years old. I want to be that age, perpetually. I want appropriate British passports and paperwork. I want healing/protection from all Sexually transmitted diseases (STDs) and sexually transmitted infections (STIs) and healing/protection from HIV/Aids.

***Orchestrators, If you could remove my farmers tan, make me the same color as the rest of my body, and ensure I don’t get darker under the sun, appreciated. Please restore my hairline, hair volume/thickness, and undo my receding hairline.

***Orchestrators, If you could make the auditory hallucinations disappear and all chatter stop, appreciated. If you could make the fat granules and eye acne on my eyes, and on my upper/lower eye lids disappear, appreciated.

***Orchestrators, if you could make my tongue look normal and heal it. The left and right sides (from the back) look scraped. There’s tearing into the tongue…

***Orchestrators, please make the fat melt off my body and stay off. The number of times I’ve had to lose this much weight…I don’t have the stamina anymore. If U could also make the black marks on my face and body disappear. I’d like to see something close to the face of my youth.

***Orchestrators, please restore my ability to last long during sex. The more I hold ejaculation, make it not take away from the ending orgasmic pleasure.

***Orchestrators, Please make all Fordyce spots, Pearly penile papules, penis acne, and anything else related to the penis or penis head, disappear. Please fix my a*s hole. Thanks.

***I want to know the Romance languages (French, Italian, Spanish, Portuguese, and Romanian, and full English), Arabic, Aramaic, Hebrew, Yiddish, and Sanskrit, and Japanese, Chinese Mandarin, Chinese Cantonese, Korean, Thai, AND GREEK, GERMAN, LATIN, ARMENIAN, FARSI, PARSI, PASHTO, MALAYALAM, TAMIL, Hindi

***I want perfect/excellent breathing worthy of a yogi and strong blood circulation all around. I want veins as big as my brothers or my dads, so long as its healthy.

***I want genetic invulnerability to physical and mental diseases/illnesses.

***Orchestrators, I want protection from cholesterol & diabetes. I want a high HDL & low LDL & low triglycerides. I want thick big veins & protected from varicose veins. I want good metabolism & good circulation. Where veins visible, I want more collagen or something to hide it.

***Orchestrators, I want a strong voice like when I’m sick or with a soar throat. I want East Asian style flexible muscles so that at very least, I can do the lotus position. I want strong knees, shoulders, & a lower back, especially ones that don’t make a clicking/snapping sound.

***Orchestrators, If you could heal the macerated skin inside my ears and ear canal.

***When I close my eyes, they should stay FULLY closed, until I choose to open them again. Light should not slip into my vision. Orchestrators, Leaving my eyes partially open, when sleeping, with AC & fan on, in warm weather, dries out eyes 2 point lens of eyes can get damaged. It also interrupts REM or uninterrupted sleep. Please don’t damage the lens of my eyes.

***Orchestrators, not allowing me to fully close my eyes while sleeping is keeping me awake and allowing fan and AC air to dry out my eyes. There is no solution to this. Can you please stop opening my eyes?

***Orchestrators, allow me think/speak/act/especially pray/ with conscious awareness and focus and intention and will power. Make me stop salivating so much and urinating so frequently.

***Orchestrators, when I say a prayer, restore my ability 2say in my head w/o fake conscious stream. Its been 18 years since my faith has been affected like this. &AllowMe 2keep myHands firmly/tightly clasped againstEachOther& w/my eyes,especially left, closed,sealed shut(no light)

***Orchestartors, make all the redness & red lines disappear from my eyes so that my eyes look like the models on the Bausch & Lomb “Lumify” commercial. Ensure healthy blood pressure & blood flow to both eyes. (FYI: Lumify works using a blood pressure decreasing used for glaucoma.)

***Orchestrators,feels like Im wearing a hat pressing down a layer of fog on my head. I’m not seeing clearly, but in a foggy manner. I’m “feeling” dried up,& foggy, if makes sense.Theme=foggy. My brains craving metaphorical rays of sunlight. ***& Im sweating in2 very lunch plate I eat from. I'm sweating buckets for some reason. Please make it stop.

***& orchestrators, lastly, Give me just enough money 2 make myself happy w/good food & an occasional movie at theater. I hate my home prison. Give me ability 2take on initiative, start something, stick with it, and carry it thru to fruition.Right now Im fizzling out, all around.

***Orchestrators, give me motivation, interest to sit in front of the tv, as I endure your season in my life. Give me endurance & focus & will power and ability to process info in head like I did with Power BI, so that I can use my endless free time to pick up on job worthy skills.

***Orchestrators: Remove the sputum or post nasal drip in my throat, clear my noses airways without a sinus rinse. Make my lungs be able to breathe fully/deeply/obstruction free. Heal me of any/all ailments, health inconveniences, and diseases.

***Orchestrators, give me a good metabolism and make my body be able to lose weight on a calorie deficit. Currently, whether I Eat more/less, weight never goes down. Increase circulation “all around” Clear skin “all around” and make acne free. Heal from any/all diseases.

***Orchestrators, make my eyes water resistant. Make me able to see with wet eyes and dry eyes. Make my natural tears, once again wet and moisturize my dry eyes.

***Orchestrators, my body temperature and comfort with outside temperature is usually never a problem. I’m usually shirtless, and nowadays in my boxers. When ac is on, I feel too cold. when it’s off, I feel too hot. There is no making my body temperature/comfort happy. Please fix.

***Orchestrators, I want heat resistant eyes and wind/breeze resistant eyes. I don’t want to not be able to see in these conditions or have dry eyes from these conditions. I want one thorough non watery/solid/soft/ stool bowel movement when I wake up, and nothing after.

***I'd like a healthy amount of strong metabolism power. I want a photographic memory, quick thinking ability, quick recall ability. Add thingsAsEideticMemory, Good working memory, Strong mental processing power, ability to do large math computations in head and be able to visualize it. Strong visualization capability. Don’tLimit spiritualCapacity,butDoAugmentsMore4 mental/somePhysical.

***I want "excellent-executive-functioning" traits like good organizing ability/eloquence/focus/will power/endurance

***I want a healthy amount of "calm", and excellent "focus" and goal setting/sticking to goal ability. I want ability to set my mind to something, and ability to accomplish what I set my mind to.

***I want the genes 4 hair loss, *poorEyeSight, diabetes, high cholesterol,highLDL/lowHDL/ high triglycerides, too high/too low/blood pressure, removed. I want the special things/traits Im asking for, to be part of/**replace my genes, & to be genetically passable to my descendants.

***I want genes for cancer/heart disease removed. Men in my descendants should have my broad shoulders, women should not.

***Neural/brain, nerve disorder genes should be removed. Blood disorder genes should be removed

***- I want a harvard/warton MBA, Accounting degrees. I want American/European/Indian law degrees. I want investment banking/investing-in-stock-market degrees for the aforementioned three countries.

***I want 2 never choke on food/spit/sputum. I want 2B choke-proof. Nothing should ever go down wrong wind pipe orPipe. I want 2no Heimlich maneuver, CPR, related,& "I want 2work like" - whatever it's called - a defibrillator?; thing that shocks people back2life, whereTheyGo CLEAR!

***I want to be able to wirelessly power "any" device. It shouldn't matter whether its a power generator, Fridge, Air conditioner, television, laptop, iPad, iPhone, portable power bank, etc.

***I want to know how to ***speak/read/write/*** the Romance languages (French, Italian, Spanish, Portuguese, and Romanian, & full English), Arabic, Aramaic, Hebrew, Yiddish, & Sanskrit, & Japanese, Chinese Mandarin, Chinese Cantonese, Thai, Hindi, Korean, AND GREEK, GERMAN, LATIN, ARMENIAN, FARSI, PARSI, PASHTO, MALAYALAM, TAMIL, RUSSIAN, & Ukrainian & Nigerian & South African & Swahili. ***I want 2no theAlphabets/theScripts***

***Where my gums have receded, particularly above my front 2 upper teeth, I want gums 2grow back. If it helps, I hear gingival hyperplasia is side effect of calcium channel blockers. I want to pass strong/healthy gums & ***WHITE teeth, ***& teeth without spaces 2my descendants. RemoveMySpaces.

***For some reason, at 1:37 PM on 5/5/24, I feel tired and like I’m going to repeatedly walk into a wall (like a poorly programmed robot)…don’t feel good about my movements…

***- I want access to a touchscreen Augmented reality (AR) big screen iPad style multi operating system computer, in addition to the style of computer I mentioned earlier.

***- I want to be able to run/swim miles at a time. When running, i want to run at, at least speed 11 in terms of a treadmill. My heart should be able to take it. When swimming, if and when water gets into my eyes/ears/nose, it shouldn’t cause problems.

***I want to be able to increase the resistance around my feet, hands, arms, legs...my whole body...so that I can train myself like Goku from Dragon Ball Z, at increasing levels of gravity, just by going about my day.

***Reverse male pattern baldness. Give me a teeth whitening, that’s genetically passable to descendants- teeth whitening where harmful bleaching isn’t used to erode the enamel.

***I want dewy skin as Neutrogena Hydro Boost Cream advertises or Palmers Coconut Monoi Luminous Hydration Facial Oil advertises.I want dewy/supple skin,not just moisturized,not necessarily oily-oily sounds bad&grimy(mayB its about right amount?!). There probably shouldn't be shine. Make it genetically passable to descendants

***- I want skin that has right amount of collagen like that in individuals in ages 18,19,20,21. Collagen shouldn't decrease with age, unless there is a purpose to it in the natural order of things. Make it genetically passable to descendants

***- from what I was looking at on tv, midway through 12:23 PM on 5/6/2024 on my atomic clock, skin was "loud enough"

***& I want sun protection 4 skin, without skin getting darker. I wantProtection fromWhat I think is harmful UV radiation, in particular. I want sun protection forEyes. I wantProtection from all/some radiation in general,if It doesn’t affect the natural order of things, ifNoBenefit.

***-I want electric muscle stimulation or EMS muscle toning ability (likeExerciseBeltW/Adhesives), toNaturallyElectrically stimulateMuscles 4Toning/burn fat/buildStrength,ifAbilityNotHarmful.IfHarmful,while abilityNotNeeded,I want invulnerabilityTo/protectionFrom/itsNegativeEffects.

***- I want to be able to initiate the effects of a cardio workout, like increased heart rate, calorie burning, increased circulation-the whole nine yards-through "Will" or some mental on/off button.

***- I want to be able to increase circulation to any part of my body, in the effect of a finger/hand pressing massage, (for only those body parts that can take the effect of a massage or increased circulation).

***-I want 2B able 2 massage any part of face/neck/body, w/mind. Not limited to: I want 2feel "real effectS" of a "TheraFace face massager"/Theragun body massager (all that both can do w/all attachments) & a vibration/air pressure/accupuncture/accupressure scalp/eye/face massager

***-I want to be able to reset (decrease) & increaseMyToleranceTo Sedatives & stimulants -asInTheNumberOfDrinks it takesMe to get drunk/the number of cupsOf coffeeTypeThingsToGetMeStimulated/caffeinated- “atWill.” NeitherSedativesNor stimulantsShouldDoHarm to adrenalGlandsOrOrgans.

***- Alcohol should not destroy kidneys/liver, stimulants should not deplete adrenal glands. No harm should be done to brain or any muscle from sedatives/stimulants. Sedatives/Stimulants should not cause any harm to me in any way.

***- I want to be able to initiate states of mind like super focus, stimulation, calming, and getting drunk, at will.

***- I want the appropriate paperwork/passport for my new skills/life. like a 4.0 GPA in everything with an MIT electrical mechanical engineering phD and a Harvard MBA and a Johns Hopkins Medical Doctor Degree as an Internist

***-&LastThing I wantIs aWay 2makeMy at least face, & body lookDifferent toOtherPeople. W/o mindManipulatingThem, I thinkBy reflectingLightDifferentlyFromUrself, peopleCanSeeDifferentThings. I want thatAbility & I want a clear memory of my baseline/new baseline of what I look like. -I want ability to turn light projection appearance (from ability) on/off and I want ability to turn device for light projection appearance, on/off.

***-regards2lastTweet,w/o mindManipulating,w/reflecting light,I want2Give IllusionOfClothing.InAddition2ability,I wantUnbreakableDevice2GiveIllusionOfDifferentFace & mayB evenBody&2GiveCleanEdVarietyClothing,mayB evenInSomeCleanSafeSelfPoweredNanotechWay,like CaptainMarvelIn1stMovie.

***-The clothing/light projection device should be incapable of being lost. I should be able to track it with my mind, or keep track of it with mental ability. I should be able to reproduce this device.

***- with my clothing producing device, it should be able to produce shoes&give padding for shoulders/elbows/knees/& maybe produce same padding for underneath the feet, to give shoe like protection.

***-I want protection from/invulnerability to, parasites, ring worm, ¶sitic worms-particularly 1’s that eat brain like on RFK Jr. I want 2B able to detect&kill such parasites ***with my mind.-

***- I want 2B able 2regenerate brain tissue&anything else that parasites damage®ain brainInfo& knowledge from eatenBrain from some backup with multiple copies. -

***-I wantKnowledgeOf Taoism,Tai Chi, Qi Gong (assumingThatsHowSpelled),accupressure,accupuncture, Indian/EastAsian healing practices&ancient/old/traditional sciences/technology. I wantAll Indian/EastAsian philosophies/scriptures&meditative/yoga/tantric/ &fitness practicesInHead

***- I want ability to see through things, night vision, binocular vision, a way to amplify sound to hear whispers, and the ability to detect/see parasites in others.-

***- with things like binocular vision, sound amplification, or morphing face thru manipulation of light around me, I want 2know wat things are supposed to be-to reset properly-by optimal neurotransmitter standards, optimal physical/mental standards, optimal brain wave standards

***- I want invulnerability to/protection from/ all poisons, and all things that cause infertility/impotence.

***- I want all the latest versions of my purchased software over my lifetime, in my mental hard drive for my mental computer. If I'm missing utilities, I want them. I want all the top rated/popular apps from the Google Play Store and Apple Store for MacBook/iPhone/iPad

***-If Im adding anything on own,in terms of software 2my mentalComputer, want way 2check for dangers 2 brain. ComputerVirusesShouldNot damageBrain.If I'm downloading anything to brain, in any shape or form, whatever it is, I want way to check for dangers to me, dangers to my brain.

***- please turn on appetites in its various forms. Turn on/turn up libido. Turn on stomach. Allow food to digest, allow gastric motility, turn on taste buds and the normal taste of foods. Can’t experience some of my senses and feelings, with whatever it is, ur doing: orchestrators.

***- to the orchestrators: everything feels dead. Increase circulation. Read between lines. Even circulation to intestines seems cut off. Laxatives like senokot aren’t stimulating. Love it if I could use bathroom in mornings.-

***- On reverse side, feels painful 2eat food, especially when it goes down, like stomachs off. Please correct. End laziness and lack of inclination to do things. End daytime sedation, without affecting sleep at night. Having trouble reading/processing reading material.

***- I want ability to turn brain on/off, quiet mind & body like after breathing exercises/pranayam/yoga/meditation, a way to replenish brain waves, increase/decrease brain waves at will, “focus brain waves” on strength and/or libido-at will-without it going 2 waste in other places.

***- I want ability to initiate post meditation/post pranayama/post yoga/ states of mind

***- I want to be able to turn on/off the source of(or a shield to) whatever causes unnatural muscle spasms, twitches, tremors. I want a working/strong/healthy metabolism.

***- I want to stop using all lubricating eye drops and the eye drop: restasis ,which I think restores the tear film after LASIK. Do what’s right for whatever could be the tear film. I want my purchase history, my search history, my favorites/bookmarks saved to my head.

***- I want mental clarity, calm, energy, self control, a strong will/endurance, strong focus/recall/working memory, my mindfulness, and my restraint. I want an end to day time sedation, while being able to sleep at night.

***- I want what I think is called strong/stabile/firm/intentional (no unintentional) Motor control movements like when I type or when my feet walk/run the ground. When I type, my fingers don't feel - I think - stabile

***- when I drink coffee/tea while on sedatives like now, there is a feeling of conflict, that furthers the feeling of day time sedation. Day time sedation is a problem without this. I want to be a mentally sharp individual without brain dullness and sluggishness.

***-I want 2 be able 2 stimulate/motivate myself to do things. I want to be able to initiate relaxation & stimulation. I want pain that comes from drinking coffee/tea with sedatives, gone. I want the pain, before going to bed, after taking sedatives, gone. Brain map/mind-read rest.

***-I want 2 be able 2 turn on/off, leave on, a shield from fake conscious stream/fake brain/fake tongues of fire/fake Holy Spirit/head hoppers/remoteViewers/mind controllers/mind readers/brainMappers/demons that can&will possess/thought insertion&deletion/ hallucinations/delusions

***- if you could also take away the tiredness during the day, ideally the chatter, the exhaustion from lingering chatter, the need/desire to vomit, and the vomiting tendency I have when I scrape my tongue after brushing my teeth from the resulting gag reflex.

***Orchestrators, please increase collagen or skin thickness or whatever, so that veins on foot/base of foot/and bone leading to calf/ are not visible.

***Orchestrators, please heal the cut/wound in nose that never heals. Please increase collagen or skin thickness or whatever, so that skin, on foot and base of foot and bone leading to calf, don’t make veins look visible. Thanks.

***Orchestrators: as a teenager, I may have had 5 instances of acne at most. In my mid 30s, not sure Y acne is a problem. Plz put an end 2it & make blemishes disappear. As a child, things used to heal so quickly, especially scars. Plz make black blemish on my left foot disappear.

***Heal me and protect me from folliculitis and scalp acne, so that I don't have to use shampoos with salicylic acid, namely.

***Orchestrators: please stop the excessive sweating, especially on the face, especially in the forehead/nose/inner cheek area of face. Another oddity is this persistent skin irritation behind my right ankle, towards the bottom left. Please heal.

***Orchestrators, my 1 eye is smaller than other, from, I think the smaller 1, getting black eye from getting hit by a baseball. Please fix. I tried 2 force an erection down, I think, w/ my hands,& bent my erection. Instead of pointing straight, it’s leaning to the left. Please fix.

***Orchestrators, I smashed my lips against something when I was younger, and since then they’ve been bent out of shape. Stagnation?! Can you shape them and make them firm? I want protection from all STDs and STIs and HIV/Aids.

***Orchestrators, I want a naturally lubed up p*nis.

***I also want better visual clarity and the fog to be lifted from my vision. I want high definition vision, or whatever’s the latest.

***Orchestrators, I want to be healed from peeing in 2 stream problem. Take care of the results of the cystoscopy and any possible stricture.

***Orchestrators, I want my love handles by my stomach gone. I want to be able to eat rice, beef, potatoes, sweets, without an inclination towards putting on weight, feeling sleepy, or diabetes.

***Orchestrators, I want to be able to eat 3 eggs for breakfast daily with buttery porottas, without having to worry about cholesterol. I want my teeth, in, firmly, and spaces between to disappear or get smaller

***Orchestrators, I want a natural inclination to 8 pack abs instead of belly fat. I want protection from scalp acne and folliculitis.

***Orchestrators, after introduction of a problem U want me to take meds for, please hold off on symptoms until 2 days before the doctors appointment, especially if the appointment is more than two weeks away. I can’t speed up the doctors schedule or bizarre thinking patterns.

***Orchestrators: please incorporate the benefits & not negatives, of the *“meds” and *“supplements” I take, currently, & over the next 2.5 or so weeks (all future) for my unique physique. Also include benefits of massage oils applied, creams, & lotions, & not negatives of these.

***Orchestrators, on condition no 1 else’s brain needs 2B “further” tampered with, I want frog-like spring-like muscles in at least my legs, like martial artists of India’s Kalaripayattu (aka Kaleri), to jump 10 ft in air. & include the other Slavik languages in addition to Russian.

***- if possible, if you could also take away the strain to my head that I’m experiencing, while this situation is occurring.

***- note and protect me from side effects of the meds taken, as a result of the meds or something else, like vomiting, constipation, or something weird like dancing/skipping/flickering/rolling eyes.

***- the “if you don’t use it, you lose it” phenomena should not happen with any of the things I’m asking for. I also want to be able to keep track/inventory of all these traits, skills, abilities, etc.

What I reallyWant: - myFull brainWaves - removal of all the Alan’s/N’Ala s/ all mind manipulation & protection from these in future - money owed 2 me - a permanent dead zone from all mind manipulation, So I can live AsIntendedAfterCollege.

*******Brain map/mind read the rest.

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