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solselah · 8 months

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SPIRITUAL

CLEANSING TOOLS

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ALL WHITE CLEANSE :

For this pile I channeled an all white cleanse as your effective mode of cleansing!! That revolves around wearing all white for a specific amount of time ! For example 5-7 days etc! Honestly however many days you feel drawn to!! This cleanse for you will help awaken your crown chakra & Help you to lean softly into awakening your spirit in totality (think of what caffeine does to the body). This method of cleansing will Suck out all of the shadow energy that has been trapped in your auric field & body!!! It may bring fourth heavy and vivid dreams along with remembering certain things from the past & past LIVES ! You may use this cleansing method when things do not seem clear to you …. When things are literally unknown and you truly can’t figure out what to do next it may be necessary to clothe yourself in all white to connect with your YANG ! At this specific time I believe there is some unresolved anger needing to come to the surface and Dissipate!! It’s time to move on from an angry space to a space where growth and Purity are present!! Wearing all white is your armor , it will help your spiritual connections way more than you actually think. Your white clothing act as an Antenna it will help you to strengthen the connection with whomever and whatever you’re planning to connect with !! CLARITY ✨

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SPIRITUAL BATH :

There are a few things here

You may be someone in the limelight or center of attention without even trying & people really do evil eye you very often, im talking when you step out the “eye” pops out!!! It’s automated at this rate. Totally not your fault your energy is just powerful and magnetic! Very !! So using a spiritual bath with certain herbs will help you to fully release the energy that has been projected onto you ! Even if you wear a certain necklace or bracelet it’s still a necessary step to submerge your whole entire body in water to spiritually cleanse yourself! It’s almost like you get in the shower everyday to cleanse your physical body so it’s important to keep the same energy spiritually! That’s so needed for you guys in this pile. It’s time for a deep / full reset. You will notice after your spiritual bath I’m talking a day after you will feel light as A FEATHERRR ! You may feel intense energy which may come off as heavy, but it takes just a moment for that baggage to clear out ! (As herbs do have different properties and time that they are effective) For you I would always make sure to add a dash of ground coffee to your bath just a pinch I’m talking a sunflower seed amount !! It will help to add a kick to the cleansing process as far as time is concerned!! When it’s a beneficial time for you in life it’s important to also indulge in a spiritual bath ! It shows you are putting your best foot forward in attempt to grow , to change. You may even receive spiritual gifts by doing spiritual baths routinely!!! That’s specific for the type of energy you carry but for the most part doing this long term is so beneficial!!!

I’m feeling the heaviest of Pisces and Libra energy if this is you please do take this Into consideration. Especially if you have mercury in 5th house :)

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CANDLE WORK :

YOU & candle work go absolutely hand and hand. This could be something you do regardless , I can see that for a select few of you, you may have used candle 🕯️ magic in the past to invoke a soul mate or to manifest love in your life. I do see here that at some point you were successful and came into “a” union with your mate. Creating a bond attached with a contract!! I believe it’s time for you to utilize candle working with cleansing intentions in mind. White candles specifically!!! But In addition, with black candles there is usually some deeper energy to wipe out! I would start with a black candle with intention to burn out certain energies that may be holding you back or crowding over you in a negative way!! Soon after I would purify and cleanse a white candle and ~purify~ my energy!! Think of a washer machine and the process of putting the clothes in , adding your choice of soap & rinsing a few times , and soon after drying. So This could be a longer process of cleansing but for you..it’s very deep and effective!

You could be an Aries or a Virgo !! Also I’m feeling LEO energy !! You like to utilize a FLAME! And for you it works!! And it feels effective to you. Which is a bonus & all that matters!

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SMUDGE :

THEIR IS A VERY CLEAR MESSAGE if you are burning sage currently stop !!! (Unless culturally your practice)

There is a specific Range of herbs you are meant to use to cleanse yourself & I feel for a few of you sage hasn’t been as effective for you personally ! No hate against it it’s just that soul wise you haven’t felt any differences regarding how you feel ! So for those who don’t know what herbs are effective for you to smudge with I’m hearing

Frankincense and myryth & Dragons blood! Along with cloves & Cinnamon !!

I’m seeing bay leaves for some ! So there are a bunch of effective herbs for you to smudge with that will help to be effective for you as per your personal ENERGY! Now I’m not saying the sage won’t do what it’s meant naturally ,it just doesn’t seem to be effective for you personally! You smudging in general helps you to release your fears and your self limitations at that VERY MOMENT !!! Pairing your smudges with song or Chants are super powerful ! So powerful !!! It may even release so much energy for you you’ll encounter an emotional reaction & just start sobbing because of it! In the long run it will help you with rejection you experience / experienced! Helping you to put pieces of you back together !!! It helps , and is effective so don’t get discouraged by one method not doing what you want! Keep trying different herbs that you intuitively feel driven and guided towards !! It Helps to ground you as well. It’s important & imperative that YOU stay grounded.

*I am picking up Capricorn energy along with Cancer & Sagittarius!!*

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Hope you enjoy ✨

IG:@ soleccentric

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brainrot-stitch · 7 months

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AHAAA I FINISHED IT WOAHHH i usually don't finish art things omg...

Anyways current sabre design!!! (It will probably change bc I can NEVER make up my mind on any design ever sob)

He's such a goof :3 (IM NEVER DRAWING THAT RAINBOW ELYTRA AGAIN IM CRYING)

Anyways some headcanons below cuz I feel like yapping :3

-rainbow totally would have gotten him and sabre friendship necklaces (yk the matching kind with magnets that come together n all) and after knowing lucas for a bit he woulda made friendship bracelets !!

-like that one person I reblogged said, he's such a mad scientist he's so silly omgg

-i love the reincarnation au SO MUCH its literally fire but in normal headcanons I think he used to be part of the creed and an assasin and ermm

Basically I headcanon his whole assassins creed series was basically his backstory before starting to do research on these 'steve' entities

-when nervous/anxious his footsteps will be completely silent out of habit from the whole assassin thing, and he'd obviously do it when purposefully trying to sneak (he has probably scared rainbow or Lucas multiple times by doing this..)

-I'm not sure weather to headcanon that his wings were damaged by a steve really early on in the steve saga (like before rainbow could speak or maybe when dark was still pretending to be blue) or if it was smth that happened when he was still an assassin but it's one of those!!!

-hes an avian.. heh... if u couldn't tell from the ref sheet.. but NOT a chicken!! The chicken jokes are just bc of the hoodie and bc his feathers look a lil similar :3

-he has like 2 of the same chicken hoodie he'll wear most often but still has some normal outfits AND assassins outfits and weapons he keeps away (most are green or have some sort of green in them heh.. I might draw that later)

-ok ok ok I have so many eye headcanons it's so hrggrrrrh the main one tho is one I snatched from the reincarnation au and that's that he doesn't have eyes!! Bc of an injury or sum and he js says he has sensitive eyes and the bandana fabric is see through up close.. but he can still see bc he's a player and the way players work is weird. Other headcanon, green eyes. Other headcanon, brown eyes. Other headcanon, heterachromia green and brown eyes. Other headcanon pure white eyes. Other headcanon code eyes. Other headcanon (gets hit by a bus)

-if we r going with the reincarnation au for the eyes, I feel like only rainbow and Lucas would know, if we're going with the others, I'd say rainbow, Lucas, Alex, galaxy, and maybe the guardian (I forgot if that's what he was called or not) would know. If we're going with the code eyes, then only lucas would know

-not sabre specifically but I feel like steves in general wouldn't be very used to or know but about blood/gore stuff, bc they're more used to being destroyed/poofing, and later on being destroyed through a machine. Being actually killed by a sword or something of the sort they are not used to seeing, and are very touchy on the subject

-on that note I imagine if there's like a steve that's immune to most or all other steve powers and or machines that they're trying to get rid of and arguing on what to so abt I imagine sabre being like "oh 1 sec I got this" and boom that mf DEAD 😭

-and they'd b like 😰

"Guess we're gonna have to kill this guy sabre" "damn"

-ermmm silly billy activity...

-I feel like he'd know a lot more than the other steves on things like the nether and end (not end city tho that's a whole other mc headcanon I don't feel like yapping abt rn) bc those are the dimensions players have access too and steves usually dont.. so they'd b like "WTF SABRE WHAT R U DOING THAT IS A LITERAL HELLSCAPE WITH LAKES OF FIRE AND MONSTERS WEVE NEVER SEEN BEFORE FYM U CAN GET 'NETHERITE' THERE" and he'd b like "well don't go in the fire then and it anything attacks u kill it ig" (not actually sob.. I feel like only he and Lucas would go there bc most steves r hindered greatly by lava and the only ones we've seen that aren't are bad guys if my memory is correct)

Ermm I have more but I'm eepy and can't remember so those r for another day!!!

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Don't post my art to other platforms without my permission pls x3

#favremysabre #favremysabre steve saga #the steve saga #steve saga #rainbow steve #lucas #headcanons #headcanon #stitch art #:3 #digital art #art #my sabre design !#the rot is consuming rn #if u wanna see my designs and headcanons for other characters #then go vote on my poll 😈😈😈#praying this doesnt flop sighhhh

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oliversrarebooks · 1 month

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Augusnippets Day 28: Mind Control (Part One)

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tw: mind control, hypnosis, alien abduction, medical examination, drugging, memory erasure, sketchy therapist

Dr. Palmer looked over her schedule for the day. It was mostly filled with her usual sorts of appointments -- anxiety, stop smoking, get over her ex, anxiety again -- a bit dull, but it would pay the bills. Some days, though, she would have an appointment like her 2pm. This client had seemed very nervous on the phone, saying that she wanted hypnotherapy to uncover a distressing, buried memory, but refused to say what it was until she arrived.

She had requests like this on a semi-frequent basis, people who wanted to be regressed to past lives or uncover hidden memories, things like that. Those were some of her favorites. She could hypnotize the client, make up whatever outlandish story she wanted, get their brain to fill in the blanks, and they'd leave happy, thinking that she'd helped them remember some important truth. Dr. Palmer didn't actually believe in past lives or any of that -- but she did believe in the human mind's ability to make things up under hypnosis. The client heard what they wanted to hear, she got a paycheck -- a good day's work, as far as she was concerned.

Usually, when she got a request like this, the client was the sort that wore healing crystals and magnetic bracelets and essential oils from an MLM scheme. She was a bit surprised at how put-together her 2pm was. Zhihao Han wore a deep purple blouse and a smart black skirt, hair and makeup both flawless, dressed the part for a high stress office career. The only crack in her facade was the stress in her eyes, a subtle sign that Dr. Palmer had learned to recognize.

"Welcome," said Dr. Palmer, leading her over to her excessively comfortable reclining chair, a necessary component of putting her clients at ease and helping them relax. "Is this your first time with a hypnotherapist?"

"Yes, it is." She seemed stiff and nervous even in the chair, sitting on the edge instead of relaxing back into it. "As I mentioned over the phone, it's a problem that I'm somewhat embarrassed about. I was hoping that maybe you could help me with it."

Dr. Palmer put on her best disarming smile. "Of course. I'm happy to help with whatever problem you need. And you don't need to be embarrassed with me. I've heard it all. There's no judgement in this office."

"You say that, but you're going to think I'm losing my mind." She took a deep breath. "Do you believe in aliens?"

"Aliens?" Oh, this was getting interesting.

"Yes, aliens. Extraterrestrials. Beings from beyond the stars."

"Well, it's a big universe. I certainly think it's possible we're not alone out there."

"That's how I thought about it too. Well, I didn't think about aliens much at all. I've never been all that interested in science fiction or any of that…. until I started having these dreams."

"What are the dreams about?"

"In the dreams, I'm being abducted by aliens," she says. "At first I thought it was just a random dream like any other… but then I started having them on a routine basis, every couple of months or so. And they seemed so vivid and real when I was having them, but after I woke up, I would find them so hard to remember clearly."

"I see. And this is what you'd like to explore today?"

"I know it must sound crazy, but every time I wake up from one of these dreams, I feel absolutely convinced that it's real. I've never had an experience like this with dreams before." She looked significantly more agitated now than when she came in. "I keep thinking strange thoughts…"

"Like…?" Dr. Palmer prodded gently.

"Like I'm just waiting for the aliens to return and abduct me again. Like I want it to happen. But I don't! I have a career that I've worked hard to maintain, and I'm trying to get a promotion, and I really don't have time to sit around in a daze, daydreaming about aliens. I keep trying so hard to remember what exactly is in the dream, but I can't."

"So you want me to help you remember?"

"Yes. I hope if I can remember the dream and talk about it with someone, I can finally convince my subconscious that it isn't real," she said. "I feel like I can't talk about this with my normal therapist, or anyone else."

"I understand," said Dr. Palmer. "Can I ask you a bit about your job? It sounds very stressful."

"Yes, it is. I can't talk much about the details, but I have an important deadline coming up in a month, on top of my normal duties and endless meetings. That's another reason why I can't afford to be distracted by something like this. Honestly, I don't even have the time for this appointment, but I felt like I had no choice but to do something."

Dr. Palmer starting to get a very obvious working theory about what's going on with Zhihao. The only real trouble would be putting her under. She was clearly skeptical and had difficulty relaxing, so it might be tough. "I think I can help you," she said, "but it might take more than one session."

"Whatever you need to do, the sooner the better."

"Have you ever been hypnotized?"

"No, I haven't. I have no idea if I even can be."

Yes, this might take more than one session. She'd be lucky to get Zhihao even somewhat hypnotized in the hour they had. "I think anyone can be hypnotized, but sometimes it takes several tries. For today, I'm just going to have you follow along with my instructions, and we'll see if we can get you to relax, at least."

"I guess relaxing would do me some good," said Zhihao, who didn't seem aware of what an understatement that was.

"Can you lean back in the chair for me?"

"All right." She finally stopped perching on the very edge of the chair and sank into the comfortable leather cushions.

"Good! Now there's no pressure here. I just want you to sit back and listen, and soon you might feel yourself growing more relaxed. It will happen naturally -- you don't need to worry about it. First of all, I'd like you to think about the tension you're holding in your jaw…"

Dr. Palmer began leading Zhihao through a standard relaxation induction, and was surprised at how much she was responding to it. After just a few minutes, she was noticeably more relaxed, with a slightly distant expression on her face. Dr. Palmer figured she'd judged wrong -- instead of being unable to relax, she might have been so desperate for rest that she couldn't help but follow along with everything the doctor was saying.

"Now I want you to take a nice deep breath. Take a deep breath in… hold it… and out. That's good. Another deep breath in… hold it… and out." Dr. Palmer was now hopeful of actually getting a working trance in this session. "I want you to keep taking deep breaths, slowly and evenly. And as you breathe in, I want you to allow your eyelids to fall shut… and when you breathe out, you can open them again. Breathe in, closing those eyes down… and breathe out, opening your eyes."

Zhihao followed along easily, her eyes fluttering shut on every deep breath as Dr. Palmer coaxed her further into trance.

"And as you take those big deep breaths, and your eyes open and close, you may feel yourself starting to get a little drowsy. Your eyelids may start to feel heavy from having to open and close them, and that's okay. Just keep on taking nice deep breaths in, allowing those heavy eyes to close, and out, opening them again. It's okay if you struggle a little to open your eyes. They're probably feeling very heavy now, like they'd just want to stay shut. And you might be feeling more and more sleepy…"

Again, Dr. Palmer was surprised by how quickly she responded. It didn't take long at all before Zhihao was practically falling asleep.

"…and you can just keep your drowsy, sleepy, heavy eyelids closed," said Dr. Palmer. "How are you feeling?"

Her voice sounded dreamy and far away. "…Obedient."

Now that was interesting, because Dr. Palmer hadn't even mentioned obedience. Clearly this client had some ideas about hypnosis that were influencing her -- probably related to her alien abduction fantasy. Well, she could certainly work with that.

"That's right, obedient. And the sleepier you get, the more you're going to drop down into a deep state of obedience…"

Zhihao was absolute putty in Dr. Palmer's hands as soon as she brought up obedience, almost like she'd been hypnotized before and this was some sort of trigger.

"You're certain you've never been hypnotized before?"

"The aliens hypnotize me each time they take me. They need me to be docile and obedient."

Ah, so this really was just part of her alien fantasy. Convenient. "Let's talk about that more, now that you're in such a deep and peaceful hypnotic trance," she said. "Can you tell me when and where the aliens usually abduct you?"

"In my bedroom, just as I'm about to go to sleep," she said. "I can feel it about to happen before it does. They use their psychic powers to make me too tired to struggle and force me to be quiet, so that when they show up, I won't resist."

"All right. Can you imagine that now? Imagine that you're in your bedroom, safe in your bed, getting ready to go to sleep, when you feel the presence of the aliens."

"They're in my head." She sounded like a different person, small and almost childlike. "Their powers make me so, so sleepy, and I can't get up. I can't call for help, because they want me to be quiet. They make me be quiet. I see some bright lights, and then they're standing by my bed, ready to take me."

"What do they look like?"

"Taller than normal humans and very thin. They have gray skin and enormous dark eyes like the night sky."

So, standard alien "grays", the kind you'd see on any cheesy conspiracy show. "Can you tell me what happens next?"

"They don't speak. They beam their commands directly into my head, and I'm helpless to resist. I feel so drowsy, like I've been drugged. One of them will beckon for me to follow them, and I can't stop myself from getting out of bed and following, like a sleepwalker. They do something to make me want to obey them, more than anything. I always let them take me without any fight at all."

I'm starting to get the picture. My client is severely stressed and overworked, almost certainly neglecting her needs, and she has to constantly wear a facade of being perfect and put together. It's too much for anyone, and her mind is begging for some sort of release. So she imagines a scenario where she's half-asleep and completely powerless, an escape valve of sorts.

"So do you remember what happens after you're taken?"

"I think they must put me to sleep. It gets hard to remember…" She sounded frustrated.

"It's okay, just relax. You can relax and sink deeper into trance. You don't need to pressure yourself to remember," Dr. Palmer encouraged. "If there's anything that stands out to you, any images or feelings, talking about it might help you remember more."

"There is another thing."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

She hesitated briefly. "I have this strong image in my head of waking up on a kind of metal table. There are aliens looking down at me, and bright lights overhead. The room is filled with strange machines. And… I'm usually naked, on this table."

Dr. Palmer nodded and noted down a possible sexual frustration component to the client's fantasy.

"The aliens want me awake, but they're still using their psychic powers to make me very, very sleepy and docile. I'm not restrained in any way, but the aliens make me be completely still. And I remember how much I want to obey them. They have strange instruments they use to measure my body and perform tests on me. I remember some sort of eye test with a screen, I think. And they put commands in my head. Commands I'm not allowed to remember."

"Not allowed to remember?"

"Yes," she said, with some distress. "It's very important to obey. It's very important to forget." She sounds like she's reciting some mantra from her dream.

"Is that what they told you?"

"I… remember," she said. "I think I can I remember something I'm not supposed to. Something I've been trying to remember."

"You're very safe here. You can tell me."

"I remember a mask. A scary-looking kind of gas mask. They always bring it out when they're finished with the tests." Zhihao, still deep in trance, seems so agitated about this. "They seal it over my mouth and nose, and I can't resist, because I'm too tired and I have to stay still. Then they tell me that I need to sleep and forget."

"Is that why you can't remember what happens?"

"I don't want to forget. I know that the strange dreams are driving me out of my mind, because I can't remember them. I need to remember. But the gas is so strong, and I can't fight it for long, especially with the aliens using their psychic powers. I get so sleepy that I can't stay awake, and I can feel myself starting to forget, no matter how hard I try to hold on. They make me sleep and forget." A tear rolls down her cheek, her eyes still shut tight.

"It's all right. You're safe here."

"I'm not safe. I'm not safe anywhere," she said. "They can take me any time they please, and I'll be powerless to resist. They can do whatever they want to my mind. They can make me dazed and forgetful. It's ruining my life! And no one would ever believe me."

"I believe you."

"You do?"

Dr. Palmer was at least a little bit tempted to tell her that the aliens were real and that she'd have to do many more sessions to strengthen her mind against them, or some bull like that. After all, judging by this patient's clothing and her description of her job, she had plenty of money for it. But her conscience got the better of her. She felt bad for this woman who had stressed out so hard she was starting to hallucinate. Besides, if she actually helped with the stress, Zhihao might shell out for legitimate hypnotherapy.

"I believe that you've been having these strange, vivid dreams that seems so real you're convinced they must have happened," said Dr. Palmer. "And I believe that these dreams are causing you to become dazed and forgetful at work. But that doesn't mean the aliens themselves are real, no matter how real they seem."

"I knew you would think I was crazy."

"That's not what I'm saying at all. I definitely don't think you're crazy. This sort of situation is way more common than you think."

Zhihao's face scrunched, trying to process, so Dr. Palmer continued on.

"You're obviously very stressed, and I'm going to guess that you haven't been getting enough sleep."

"I try to get four hours a night."

Oh lord. "That's not nearly enough sleep, you know. And I'm guessing you're neglecting other needs, like food and hydration."

Even still under trance, Zhihao looked miserable thinking about it. "With so many meetings, there's no time in the day to eat lunch…"

"Stress, lack of sleep, and neglecting of your basic needs can definitely cause vivid nightmares."

She nodded slowly. "But why are they so vivid and specific?"

"Well, you're incredibly stressed, so your dreams are also stressful. Your body needs more sleep, but you're always denying it, so you're imagining a situation where you're forced to sleep. And having so many responsibilities and needing to make hard decisions all day is exhausting, so you imagine a situation where you're powerless and not in control, no decisions possible."

"That makes sense…"

"I think what would help you is some self-hypnosis techniques to help you relax and sleep better," said Dr. Palmer, putting on her best therapist voice. "May I teach you a few?"

"If you think it will help."

Half an hour later, Zhihao was blinking her eyes awake from heavy trance, yawning and stretching and already looking better. "That was amazing!" she said. "I feel so relieved, and I think I really did need to relax for a while."

"I'm glad I could help," said Dr. Palmer. "I think getting even a little more sleep and trying out some of the stress-relieving techniques I taught you will help reduce the amount and intensity of those nightmares."

"It can't hurt. I'm willing to try anything."

"Would you be interested in a followup appointment in a month?"

"That's really close to my deadline -- could it be a month and a half?"

As Zhihao waved goodbye and headed out the door, Dr. Palmer felt satisfied with how it'd all turned out. She'd hopefully helped this woman avoid a premature heart attack and she'd possibly made a loyal customer, a win-win situation. Besides that, this patient's stories about aliens were far more interesting than a lot of the problems her patients had.

For once, Dr. Palmer was certain that she'd done well.

That is, until she saw the bright lights outside her window that night.

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There is a part two to this story once I finish it!

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its-in-the-woods · 3 months

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Down the Rabbit Hole Chapter 17

Chapter one here, two here, three here, four here , five here, six here, seven here, eight here,nine here, ten here, eleven here , twelve here , thirthen here, fourteen here, Fifteen Here, Sixteen Here

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Pairing: Walton Goggins x You + OCs

Rating/Warning: As always minor get out, Angst, hurt/comfort, lots of self-doubt, blindfold, p in v, creampie, comfort sex, cowgirl, idk it's late, be nice,

Synopsis: Updated synopsis, Red carpet doesn't always go the way you want.

Note: This is took time, there was a lot of emotions. A lot of self-reflection, enjoy!

It was so loud, it was so bright, you have the feeling you probably look more like a deer in headlights than a movie star's girlfriend. You try to focus on the feel of Walton’s hand on your waist, how he’d lean down and whisper encouraging words in your ear. You make sure to smile and nod, turning this way and that like he had shown you before you had gotten there. The handlers move you from one spot to the next one. Walton leaned down to tell you that he’d meet you inside, to just follow the path through the doors. You let out a breath, trying to gracefully walk down the carpet to the doors. Several different people are yelling at you for info, but you ignore them. Refusing to let it bother you, as they asked you incredibly personal questions. That was the ploy, trying to get a reaction out of you that they could use for their headlines. You were not going to let them rattle you.

Once inside you feel your bracelet vibrate against your wrist. You smile knowing that Walton is thinking about you, a breath coming out of you as the cool air inside hits your face. Panic starts to bubble up inside of you, as you move towards the bathrooms. Pushing open the door you are struck with how nice the space was. Floor to ceiling Mirrors with soft lighting, and walls painted a deep purple. The counters had any product you could imagine needing, along with fluffy white towels. The stalls were floor-to-ceiling as well, made out of some luxurious wood. Swallowing you feel suddenly like you came in covered in mud,

Your bracelet vibrates again, and you relax a little, opening the black clutch and digging out a gummy. Walton had told you to take one if your anxiety was getting bad, you’d used CBD gummies before so popping one didn’t feel too weird. You chew it and grab a bottle of what was probably very overpriced tap water. Looking in the mirror you check that your make-up hasn’t moved, before going into the hallway.

It’s much busier now, your lungs feeling squished in your chest. You reach down and run your hand over the bracelet, feeling a pulse in return. You move your way towards the auditorium where there is more space, trying not to let the feeling of being out of place overwhelm you. Your heart rate slows as the gummy starts to kick in. You smile at a few people as they walk by, not recognizing anyone just yet.

“Hey!,” You look over at a blonde woman making her way towards you. Joelle Carter has a bright smile on her face, she's dressed in a stunning blue gown that sparkles as she moves. Looking as elegant as ever, the woman was all class.

You smile back at her, “Ahh Hi,” Words come out more of a squeak, how could you not have known her? You may have never worked together, but you knew that Walton had.

“You look stunning, wow,” Joelle said with a huge smile taking you, eyes shining as she looked you over.

“Thank you, ahh, likewise. You look incredible,” You smile back, her energy was magnetic. It was hard not to let her present make you feel comfortable.

“I was really hoping you’d come out,” The woman said, the two of you moving over to the side. It is somehow quieter where the two of you have tucked yourselves away.

“Yeah, hard to say no to Walton,” You flush slightly as you feel your bracelet vibrate. “He is very persuasive.”

Joelle laughs, “Oh yeah, that sounds like Walton. Charm for days, pretty sure he could convince anyone to do anything.”

“He does seem to have that effect on people,” You touch your bracelet back, looking over her shoulder to see Walton moving your way. Your body relaxes the closer he gets to you.

Joelle grabs your hand, looking at the bracelet, “Wait, what is this?” Her finger ran over it.

“Oh, uh, just a gift from Walton. Sort of a touch-sensitive bracelet.” You say, trying not to pull it away from her as Walton moves over to you. A bright smile on his face, making you feel at ease. “If I touch it he feels it.”

“Well, if that isn’t the sweetest thing,” She smiles, turning as she follows your gaze to Walton.

“Joelle, you always look so ravishing,” Walton smiles leaning in to kiss her cheek. Your heart flips, but you push it away. Reminding yourself that he was with you and was just being friendly.

“It’s so good to see you again. I know you’ve been busy, we should get dinner sometime. When you are back in town of course.” Joelle smiles, jealousy crawling over your skin. You keep it to yourself, as the two talk about making plans for later. Repeating to yourself that you were overthinking things, everything was fine, even if you didn’t feel fine.

“I would love that. We definitely need to catch up soon, I think there is a new place on the southside we should check out.” Walton chatted, settling in beside you, hand around your waist. You lean into the touch, eyes almost closing at the feel of his warm hand through the fabric of your dress. His finger finds one of the gems and fiddles with it.

“Sounds wonderful to me! I should probably go find a seat, and get settled before things get started.” Joelle squeezed his arm and patted your shoulder before leaving. You smile back at her and want nothing more than to run in the other direction.

“How you doing, beautiful,” Walton asks, turning you to face him. You feel overwhelmed, awkward, and a little dazed.

“It’s a lot,” You say trying to put a smile on your face. “It was nice to meet Joelle.”

“We will have to have her and a few other friends over for dinner once you’re moved in,” Walton replies, “But for now let’s find our table."

Walton leads you a few rows finding a spot that has your name on it, pulling your chair out for you to sit. You sit down making sure that your dress isn’t caught on anything. Waiting for the show to start.

You sit in the back of an SUV on your way to Walton's place, from a whirlwind night. It was almost impossible to piece all the memories together, you had been introduced to many other people. Talked with one of your FX idols about coming by his studio to see some of the stuff he was working on. The whole thing feels surreal, and more like a dream than a real experience. Walton seemed to know everyone there by name, which was a feat in itself. Not only that but everyone knew him, asking about future and past projects.

“Did you enjoy the night? You seem far away.” Walton asks, his hand finding yours, lacing fingers together.

“I did enjoy the night, just a lot of feelings.” You are trying to find the words but it all feels jumbled up in your chest. The resolve you had held up all night is now crumbling around you. “I am not sure I am cut out for this.”

There is silence, and you are already regretting what you said. But you didn’t want to lie either, lying would be worse than not getting it out of your chest. You needed him to hear this, to be raw and open. Cause that is how you feel like a raw nerve suddenly exposed to cold water.

“What do you mean?” Walt pushes, squeezing your hand, you can feel his eyes on you.

“Seeing you, with other people-” You bite your lips, 'cause this isn’t you. You’ve never been a jealous person, but also you’ve never had a relationship like this either. Carrying so deeply about someone had changed you. The man was effortless with everyone, and people were of course drawn to him. “I felt jealous. People hanging off your every word, beautiful people. I just feel so out of place amongst everyone-”

“You fit right in, people loved talking with you,” Walton adds, you know he is trying to comfort you but you need to get this off your chest, or risk being completely consumed by it.

“Walton. You could have any of those people, and I am not going to hold you back from finding someone that can support you in ways that I cannot.” The words hurt more than you can bear, but at least they are out there now. Maybe you’re wrong? Maybe it's lack of sleep and anxiety, but right now this is how you feel.

“First off, you mean so much to me.” He squeezes your fingers again, “But you aren’t holding me back. You don’t get to make that choice. I am with you, no one else. You’re the person I want to be with after any of the booze and lights stop.” He takes a breath and you wish you could look at him, but it all hurts too much. Can feel your chest ache with each word. A sob threatening to break free, “I know that this is your first serious relationship and I know that seeing me flirt with other people would be difficult. But that doesn’t mean it can’t be worked out.”

You swallow, carefully dotting under your eyes where tears have leaked out. Trying your hardest to pull yourself together, and face him. The panic in your chest changing into grief.

“Whatever this relationship is, between us,” Walton says and you finally meet his eyes, even if it means more tears leak out. He is really looking at you, eyes so soft and expressive. As if you are the center of the universe.“I am in it for the long haul. I know we’ve barely been together for a month but you’re so special to me.”

You are now digging into your clutch for tissues and dabbing at your eyes more. “I want that too, but I feel so insecure. It feels so silly, but I don’t feel like I deserve this. I thought I wouldn’t react like this, because I knew that you’d be playing roles that had relationships with other women or men. But I am having such a hard time coming to terms with it. Cause I don't.” You swallow the sob in your throat. “I don't want to lose you.”

The driver had pulled into the drive, the two of you separating for a moment to get out of the vehicle. You take a deep breath of the cool air and try to pull yourself together. Walton is beside you, hand-finding yours as he opens the door for the two of you. The silence is worse, you could handle anger or anything else besides the silence. You take your shoes off, feet happy to be out of the pumps. The two of you walk down to the living room, sitting on the sofa beside one another.

“You aren't going to lose me, no matter who is across from me on set I can’t change how you feel,” Walton says, breaking the tension and silence between both of you. “And I am certain you aren’t looking for me to change. What I do for a living is my everything, it’s my craft. It’s what has kept me going and fills me with joy. I know you’ve seen that first hand.”

You nodded, continuing to listen to what he is saying, as you try to somehow feel comfortable. It was all true, you had no desire to change him, you liked him just as he was. The passion and love of what he does, the endless energy to keep creating and dreaming.

“No matter who I am with, on camera, at events, whatever. You’re the person I want to come home to.” Walton states, sliding so he is right beside you. “Yes, I am a flirt,” He says with a crooked smile, “I have many women, and men, who are dear friends of mine. And maybe one day be friends with you as well. But you are what's important to me.”

You’ve worried at your lip enough to remove the lipstick you put on. Mind still reeling a little. An instinctual urge to run makes your stomach hurt. At the same time you couldn’t, he was the only one who ever took the time to actually care how you felt. To sit here, and listen to all your worries big or small.

“I want to have these hard conversations. Jealousy is not an abnormal feeling, but I want us.” He gestures between both of you. “To work on making you comfortable enough to not feel that. I don’t have the answers, but I think we can do it, if we try. The two of us can do anything together.”

You swallow, the hard line of insecurity still making you question everything. Yet here he was, trying his damndest to show you that he gave a shit about you. Even when all you wanted to do was run in the opposite direction, he held onto you. The anxiety, the panic attacks, it didn't matter cause he wanted to be there with you.

“Are you sure?” You finally ask, fiddling with the jewels on your dress. It was a silly question that you already knew the answer to.

Walton closes his eyes, before smiling, “I am, as sure as I ever have been. I will tell you that every day, every hour, until you believe in yourself.”

He cups your face, hands so warm, leaning so that both of your foreheads touch. You close your eyes, taking a moment to just enjoy this, that he was here with you. That he wanted to be here, and you wanted to be here. That despite your insecurities, never-ending anxiety, and self-doubt he was still here, holding your face like you meant the world to him. You leaned forward and kissed him, just the two of you pressing lips against the other. It felt incredibly intimate despite the tenderness.

Separating, you hear Walton hum a little, eyes opening up to see his. You want to stay there, just let the world pass by while you are pressed forehead to forehead with him.

“I am pretty sure I need to get you out of that dress,” Walton gives you that crooked smile that makes you giggle. The dread eased out of your system as he looked at you.

“You sure you're up for that?” You grin back, finally breaking contact. He is the first up, hand out to pull you against him.

“I am always up when it comes to you,” He leans back down, kisses you, sucking your lip into his mouth, hand moving from your waist down over your ass.

You groan a little pushing your hips against his, “If we wreck this dress, Terrance is going to have me strung u,”

Walton lets out an exaggerated sigh, pulling away before taking your hand. “Guess we better get you out of it then. I unfortunately I’d like to keep him as a friend, if only it means I get to take you out of the clothes he puts you in.”

You giggle as the two of you make your way down to the bedroom, he has you stop just at the edge of the bed in front of the closet. Standing back and looking you over again, eyes glinting mischievously as he asks you to spin.

“It’s almost a shame to get the dress off of you,” He rumbles, “I am definitely coming next time you go dress shopping.”

You flush a little, and do a little curtsy in the dress, “I’d love to wear something you’d like.”

“More, I want to know what I am taking off,” Walton states, “Now hold still,”

You do as he asks, he comes over and carefully takes off the jewels laying them on the bed. He spins you finding the zipper slowly taking it down your back one tooth at a time. It hits the bottom, you can hear his breath as his hands go up and spread the fabric open. He grabs the ties over your neck and undoes it, your breath hitches as the dress slides down and off your body. Warm hands running across your waist, around over your naval, feeling his body pressed against yours. The push of the buttons along your back, the rough material of pants against your ass. Lips coming to the top of your shoulder, he kisses from the edge up to your neck, whispering about how good you smell.

“Mmm,” He whispers, speaking right into your ear.“So beautiful, bare for him to see, just me. Close your eyes for a second, trust me.”

You do what he asks, heart hammering in your throat as he moves away. Can feel goosebumps covering your skin when he moves away from you, eyes closed, fully exposed, and vulnerable to the world. Shivering against the chill in the room, one warm hand touches one of your calves. You lift your foot and step out of the dress, hearing him move it away from you. A shuffle of material behind, and for a moment you wonder if he was going to see how long you’d stand there for. Then he is back, guiding you over to the bed, a soft material is placed over your eyes and tied behind your head.

“Sit on the edge of the bed, Baby,” He coos, hands holding onto yours as you carefully sit down on the bed.

The cool bedspread makes you shiver a little, as you adjust to the feeling. His hands are gone again, your hands resting on each side of your hips. The feeling of a blanket covering your shoulders makes you jump a little.

“Just want to make sure you are warm,” Walton says, kissing your forehead, as he tucks the blanket around you

“Thank you,” You squeak, moving a bit back and forth settling in. The warmth of the blanket eases you as you settle, waiting for the next move.

His hands touch your thighs, and you shiver again, fingers tracing over the skin in various patterns. They come resting against your knees, then tracing up your inner thighs. You can’t help how your lips part, a little gasp coming out. Can feel that he is kneeling between your legs, the brush of clothing against the inner part of your knee. Your hips tilt forward slightly, as his fingers go all the way up to your groin up onto your hips. Body trembling, the whole day felt like so much, and you just wanted him to touch you.

“Please, I can’t,” Your voice shakes as his movements stop for a moment. “I just need you.”

The blindfold is removed, you shutter realizing that tears have formed. Walton’s face is lined with concern, brows scrunched together as he touches your face, wiping the tears away.

“Hey, hey, I am right here,” He whispers, leaning in to give you a small kiss. He is still clothes, suit jacket gone, but everything else is still on.

You lean into his touch, the warmth spreading across your face. “Why are you still dressed?” You try to tease, hands running over the soft shirt.

“Do you want the clothes off?” Walton asks, leaning back onto his heels and looking up at you expectantly.

You slide off the bed so you’re level with him, reaching forward to undo the buttons, finger moving the fabric off his tanned body. You trace your own lines across his skin before pushing the clothes off him. His eyes follow your movements, as the shirt hits the ground. You lean forward kissing him, moving so that you’re pressed against his chest. His hands find your hips as he pulls you closer. You move down his neck and over his shoulder, the same as he did before. You bite a little on the top of his shoulder, he hiss a bit but lets you continue. Looking up at him as he ran down between his pectoral muscles, tasting the salt from the long night. He groans, chest rising and falling in quicker as you continue. Fingers finding the button of his slack, pooping them open.

“Hold up,” Walton says just loud enough for you to stop. “Let’s get in bed before both our knees give out.”

You let out a laugh, and shift onto your feet with a mock groan. Hobbling over to the bed, landing face first into the comforter. Walton smacks your ass, you squeak, he grabs your legs and rolls the rest of you into bed.

“Get under the covers, you’re freezing,” He says, you lift the blankets and slide yourself in, peaking out as you watch him slip out of his pants.

Flipping the covers back for him, you wiggle a little, “Coming to bed?”

“I couldn’t keep a lady waiting now,” Walton grins, sliding into the bed beside. You both hunker down under the covers, staring at each other for a minute. You pull him against you, feeling the way his body reacts to your touches.

“You are stunning,” Walton kisses you, “Make me wild every time I see you, can’t stop thinking about you, the way you move.” He kisses you again, you move yourself so that your hips are pressed against him. “Love how you smile, the sparkle in your eyes when you see me. Just can’t get enough of you.”

You can feel his hips move against yours, a hard line growing against your stomach as you push back against him. You slip your leg up and over his hips, keening as he pushes against you more.

“Love how you talk, the stories you tell,” You whisper back, as the two of you rub against the other in some erotic dance. “How your hands feel against my skin. The way your smile lights up the room. I just want to be right here”

He leans in and kisses you, pushing you back so he can slide in between your legs. Breath catching in your throat as you spread your legs open for him, one hand around his lower back, the other running through his hair. He takes his time kissing you, as you continue to move. Moaning into each other's mouths, you can feel how slick you are as his hard dick pushes against your fold. The two you narrow down to just each other and the movements between you. He moves his hand between the two of you as you work your hips up to just the right angle he slides in and stills. Eyes closed, the two of you breathing in sync. Shift slightly, arching your back which lets him slide even deeper.

“Fuck, you feel so good inside me,” You whimper, you want him to stay like that but you also desperately need him to move.

He grunts, as he slides back and then pushes in, you dig your nails into his back. Feeling every bit of him as he moves, your head tipping back as you find a rhythm. His head is buried against your neck, as he whispers into your ear. Feeling your eyes roll back as you hang on, the sounds of the two of you filling the room. Engulfing the place in a passionate fire that consumes you.

You roll him so that you are on top, rolling your hips against him, leaning back as you slip him back inside you. Hands-on his chest as you rock and grind down on him. Waltons hands on your hips guiding you as you move in circles against him. Holding him in place as you work yourself up into a frenzy, gasping and moaning. His fingers work between the two of you, lidded eyes watching your reaction as you grind against this hand. Hair falling over your shoulders as you let him push you right over the edge, whimpering at the overstimulation, feeling your body shivering and shaking. His hands move to your thighs as he starts to push up into you, motion sloppy, you lean down to kiss him, raising your hips enough for him to have more motion.

“Want to feel you fill me up,” You moan into his ear, “Love when you come inside me,”

Walton gasps at your words, his stuttering as his own release edges closer. You keep moving with him, watching his face as he gets closer. Tipping your hips back down so he is fully inside you.

“Oh fuck, oh god you feel so good,” Walton moans as he releases, finger tight on your hips as he holds you in place,

You let yourself lean forward against his chest, both of your hearts pounding as you lay there. He reaches and pulls the blanket over the top of you both. Arms wrapping around you holding you close, you couldn’t think of a better place to be. The two of you just wrapped up together.

*thank you for the seventeen chapters. nearly 60k in words.

*This has been so much fun

*more to come, please be patient as I am currently neck deep in life stuff

Eighteen

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❃Seventeen and buying concert tickets❃

a/n: Sooooo apparently, my first post has been doing really well. I came home from visiting my friends over the weekend, only to find out that it has over an 100 notes???? Thank you to everyone who has been liking and reblogging it. I genuinely didn't expect so many people to enjoy, or even see, it, and I feel so incredibly grateful :')

Anyway, I stumbled upon Scoups trying to buy their own concert tickets and thought it would make for a fun prompt. Enjoy!

Scoups/Seungcheol: 7/10

❀ What deity has he disrespected to be suffering this much? When he promised some of his friends to get them tickets as well, he did so out of the assumption that good karma would aid him in increasing his odds of getting good seats. Isn’t that how karma is supposed to work; you do a good deed and get rewarded?

❀ For some reason, the entire website seems to be working against him. He has an abysmal position in the queue, giving him a false sense of hope in obtaining tickets. After he finally is let in, the website seems to continuously glitch. The only reason that he ultimately gets to pick out decent seats is because he spends an absurd amount of money on them.

❀ No, it truly can’t be a higher power toying with him… Instead, he blames himself for picking the wrong location, date and zone. Somehow, he even manages to misplace his credit card, resulting in him having to turn his room upside down. He is about to completely lose it before discovering that he accidentally placed his keyboard on top of it.

❀ After struggling a ton, he finally manages to get decent tickets, ageing at least ten years in the process. Give him some time and space; he needs to properly process the entire experience. Maybe it is time to pay for an exorcist.

Jeonghan 1000000/10

❀ God has favourites, and it shows. Jeonghan decides to get concert tickets on a whim, pulling out his phone to check whether they are still available. Somehow, precisely at that moment, the tickets go on sale, making him first in the queue.

❀ He doesn’t really understand what Coups is complaining about. He has the seats he wants with a perfect view of the stage. The site runs smoothly, and he is able to buy the tickets without it buffering even once. He doesn’t even have to remind his friends to transfer him the money, either. They did it beforehand.

❀ Even worse, after he successfully purchased the tickets, he decides to never buy tickets for himself ever again. Why would he do it himself when he could ask his friends to do it for him instead? It gives him an additional ten minutes to nap. His ticket buying luck will become a memory, a legend that all those buying tickets tell each other.

❀ Is that Coups crying in the corner?

Joshua 8/10

❀ You have heard of chick-magnets, and now I present to you, Mr Hong, a ticket-magnet. Joshua has no interest in ticket buying. Rather than spending those hours sitting behind a computer, he could be enjoying one of his thousand hobbies instead. Joshua could’ve made at least four bracelets and watched a full season of anime in the same time span. Why worry over Maroon 5 tickets when he can sing Sunday Morning himself.

❀ Instead, his friends end up giving him their spare tickets whenever someone cancels. Over the years, he has gone to a wide arrange of concerts. It is kind of impressive. One time he went to both a classical and a heavy metal concert on the same day. It gave him whiplash; he almost started a mosh pit as the third movement played.

❀ Considering that Joshua never checks his phone, he wouldn’t even be aware of what concerts are happening. Not that it really matters. Somehow, he will end up going anyway. All concert tickets lead to Hong Jisoo.

Jun 2/10

❀ Have you ever tried buying tickets in a language that is not your native tongue? No? Well, let me tell you, it is hard. Jun has been staring at the screen for the past five minutes, trying to figure out the fine print. He is having a hard time deciphering the very legal and formal Korean.

❀ He is pretty sure that he is misinterpreting half of it; it seems rather odd for a concert ticket site to be talking about saving the cows when he is looking at insurance options. It truly is weird. Still, Jun cannot help but be a bit concerned about the cows.

❀ Before he is able to buy the tickets, he runs out of time. He had tried to call his members, but he should’ve figured that him reading the confusing Korean out loud would result in a weird narrative telephone game where the members have to guess the word from his shaky pronunciation. At least it made for a fun new game for GoSe.

❀ Fortunately, he is favourite child number 1, and the other members have zero faith in him being able to buy his own ticket. They made sure to get him one whilst he was calling with them. Of course, they gasslight him into thinking that, by some miracle, he had managed to buy the ticket himself. They don’t want to hurt his feelings.

Hoshi/Soonyoung: -100000000000/10

❀ I should probably add more zeros, but that would ruin the aesthetics. Hoshi's problems already start upon him trying to turn on the computer. No matter how often he smashes the power button, it does not respond. He thinks he broke it, but in reality, Hoshi doesn't understand the concept of a charger. Nobody told him that computers need energy to function.

❀ When Wonwoo told him that the computer needed to be fed, trying to explain the concept of charging and electricity, Hoshi tried giving it a piece of his fried chicken. He left it there for a full hour, but it didn’t eat it. Hoshi thinks the laptop might be mad at him for letting it starve for so long. Someone, please help this man; he is crying.

❀ Maybe instead of using his computer, he can use his phone to buy tickets. Oh, wait, no. He tried showering with his phone because he thought it was waterproof. Why did he think it was waterproof? Nobody knows. He has put it in rice to see whether it will turn on again. The others haven’t told him yet that it is hopelessly fried; they don’t want him to get another phone only to ruin it within seconds.

Wonwoo 100000000/10

❀ With his gaming set-up and ridiculously fast internet, Wonwoo makes ticket buying look like a sci-fi film. To the untrained eye, watching Wonwoo buying tickets might seem rather boring. To those more experienced, his skills at clicking on the right things at the exact right time are insane. Internally, he has an entire dramatic inner monologue when he does, recounting his months of research on how to optimize ticket buying.

❀ It has become a game for him; he has an insane track record for buying the best seats, and at this point, he does it more so for the thrill. He resells them to the members, increasing the price a bit as he does. He doesn’t tell them, of course; it makes them feel indebted to him, owing him a favour he can cash in during GoSe, whilst he, unbeknownst to them, is making a decent profit. Truly, he is hitting two birds with one stone.

❀ It is only after Wonwoo uses his hard-earned money to buy five extra computers to further optimize the buying of tickets that the other members begin getting concerned. They ultimately decide to hold an intervention for him, explaining that his obsession with ticket buying is borderline unhealthy. So far, he is doing well. He hasn't bought a single concert ticket since the intervention.

Woozi/Jihoon: 9/10

❀ Concert tickets seem to magically appear on his doorstep, paired with letters full of admiration. Woozi has no idea how they got there. Whenever an artist is going on tour, the tickets seem to materialize out of thin air without fail. He fails to realize that by being the legendary producer Woozi, THE Lee Jihoon, everyone wants him at their concert. He truly is a humble king.

❀ To be honest, he doesn’t really want to go. Unless it happens to be Bruno Mars, he would rather stay indoors, focusing on his own music. He decides to give all the free tickets to Joshua, figuring that it would be a waste to throw the tickets out. However, he stopped giving Joshua the free tickets after he discovered that Joshua was pretending to be him. Not that anyone believed him, but still, Woozi no longer wanted to be associated with the guy who was shamelessly dancing around, executing the cringiest of dance moves.

❀ On the one hand, it did somewhat work. The artists have stopped inviting Woozi to every single concert that they hold, afraid to get his insane friend instead. Joshua, to this day, claims that it was all part of his plan.

DK/Seokmin: 1/10 but 1000/10 for the vibes

❀ DK is truly trying his best to get tickets for the concert he wants to go to. He has invited all his friends over to buy the tickets together. Everyone brings their own laptop to increase their chances of getting good seats. However, by the end of the night, it has kind of turned into a bit of a party.

❀ Initially, DK put on a playlist to decrease the tension and stress that everyone was feeling. That being said, as time passed, the tickets were kind of forgotten as it turned more and more into a karaoke session. Suddenly more and more people seemed to appear, somehow hearing of this dope party that was being held at DK’s. DK surely didn’t invite them, but the more, the merrier, right? He can’t help but feel like he is forgetting something as the night progresses, but it must probably not be that important.

❀ It hits him only the morning after. It is not completely hopeless, though. When DK goes online to share his funny anecdote with other fellow fans, he inevitably ends up charming someone who has a spare ticket. They end up inviting him along because, well, we all could use some little DK in our life.

Mingyu: 7.5/10

❀ He thinks he is really good at finding resell tickets for cheap. What he doesn’t know, however, is that everyone takes one good look at his profile pic and decides to risk it all. Unknowingly, Mingyu has broken up a lot of friendships with his posts innocently asking whether anyone has a ticket to spare.

❀ He has no idea that concerts are essentially all dates. The other person always treats him so nicely. They get him food, flowers and give him so many compliments. Honestly, he doesn’t understand how people can be so pessimistic about the world. Look at how many wonderful people are in it, treating him so kindly.

❀ Unfortunately for those who intend the concert to be a date and the start of a new relationship, he is too oblivious to see it as such. At the end of the concert, he will simply shake their hand and thank them for the fun night, never to contact them ever again. Still, nobody gets truly upset about the outcome. His obliviousness is kind of charming.

The8/Minghao: 5/10

❀ It is all up to faith. Does he understand the Korean on the website? No. As a result, Minghao has decided to make peace with whatever comes out of the ticket buying experience. He has meditated quite a bit before the tickets go on sale, trying to tell himself that it won’t bother him if he doesn’t get the tickets. He is cool, calm and collected.

❀ He makes all his decisions based on a coin flip. Is he struggling to choose between two zones? Coin flip. Should he click the first or second option for insurance? Coin flip. He has a very pretty dice that he can roll for the choices with multiple options. In other words, Minghao puts his trust completely in the universe so that he doesn’t have to admit that he has no idea what he is doing. Honestly, the method allows him to, at the very least, make quick decisions regardless of the outcome. Consequentially, he outspeeds everyone else on the website.

❀ Does it work? Half of the time. Sometimes the universe seems to be favouring him, giving him incredible seats. Other times he is sitting in the nosebleeds, squinting at the stage as he is trying to make out the artist. He comforts himself with the thought that he is there for the music, not the visual experience.

Seungkwan: 9/10

❀ Welcome to Seungkwan’s military mission to get concert tickets. Drill Sergeant Boo has decided that he will be assembling the best team to get the concert tickets he desires, and there will be nothing stopping him. Not only did he insist on everyone meeting up at the place with the best Wi-Fi, but he also made an entire overview of the best zones and seats, including information on which seats tend to sell out the fastest.

❀ He has set five alarms for when the tickets go on sale, and if anyone dares to goof off, they will meet an early grave. This is a life-or-death situation! Sergeant Boo has no time for those that slack off or test his patience. If you are not taking this seriously, you do not deserve to see Adele in concert.

❀ Let’s just hope that he gets his tickets through regular ticket sales because if not, he will set up an intelligence mission in order to find out as much tea as he can on someone to blackmail them into handing over their tickets. Is it legal? Not really, no, but all is fair in love and war or when Beyoncé tickets are on the line.

Vernon 8/10

❀ Getting tickets is really no problem for Vernon. All he has to do is connect himself to the internet. He is an AI/NPC, after all. It is incredibly easy; all he has to do is hack into the system and get the tickets before they even go on sale.

❀ Okay, okay, all jokes aside, Vernon, with his refined music taste, mostly attends obscure bands. He is not even snobby about it; he genuinely enjoys their experimental music. Most of the time, the band's tickets do not sell out because the band is, well, questionable at best. Wait, you have not heard of Order of the Metaphysical Rat? They are really good! What about the Tree Rioting Bishops? No? Well, he had a blast at their last concert; you should totally join next time.

❀ Occasionally, he stumbles onto real gems, bands that are on the up-and-coming and about to blow up. He somehow manages to attend their concert at the right time, and when he checks the tickets the next year, they've tripled in price.

❀ However, more often than not, the concerts he attends are an… experience. Dancing Politics truly was something special with their remixing of political speeches, and his ears are still ringing from the Screaming Orchestra. He doesn't understand why none of the other members want to join him.

Dino/Chan: -1000/10

❀ He is incredibly determined to get the tickets, but Dino has a massive problem: he is a boomer at heart. He is not hip and happening and has no idea how this whole process of buying tickets works. What do you mean that they do not physically mail concert tickets any more?

❀ To be honest, he was kind of hoping one of the other members would take him instead. This whole concept of the internet is truly beyond him. He literally just figured out how the landline works; he blinked twice, and suddenly there is something called the internet.

❀ Somehow, in his attempt to get tickets, he clicks on the wrong thing, and now his computer has crashed. He has no idea how he managed it, but it is refusing to respond. So now he's paying for a hefty bill to get his computer fixed instead of the tickets.

❀ It gets even worse when he trusts a Nigerian Prince emailing him that he has some tickets to resell. Yeah… Dino gets scammed out of a lot of money. It is safe to say that the other members have decided that he no longer gets to shop online.

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sweetfire01 · 4 months

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seems like the baby dove's having their second tantrum. quick, use weaponized crying to get out of trouble! anyway, third chapter as magnifique as the rest of your stories. 10/10, can't wait to be spoiled and pampered by howl. on another unrelated note, have you seen indigo park? it's a horror mascot game thing and boy, does it have potential for agere. all alone in an forgotten amusement park that somehow still works with an ai racoon mascot who treats you like a child? hhh i was just watching manly's gameplay of it and suddenly there was this part where it says something like 'your facial data may be a bit older than the target audience of this ride-- but it's one of my favorite!' and i was like, yeah, parent potential right there. oooo, wait, on a related note though, what if howl gets us one of those wooden magnetic fruits and vegetable toys that you can 'cut' with a wooden toy knife? since his baby dove wants to help with cutting the ingredients so bad, why not let them help? maybe their baby just wanted to help their daddy cook lunch as a surprise? how sweet! (ignore the screaming and crying in the background, their baby dove is just acting up because he wouldn't let them hold a real dangerous and sharp knife) also, also, is markl going to be gradually taking an 'older brother' sort of role? - apple anon

Howl is not angry at all! Do you know when kids decide to run away from home with a tiny schoolbag and a plushie? That's it. After all, you get lost once, you can't really go far away.

And moreover, let's not forget the enchanted bracelet.

But...food toys? OMG YES, if MC wants to be his little helper they can! Maybe he can teach them which proper knife goes with the vegetables and which goes with the butter. 🤭

I don't have any plan for Markl at the moment, but I think yes, he will become a sort of "big brother" in the end. It just enforce how he's more adult than you: he can goes outside, he can use a knife, he can sleep in a normal bed and he doesn't have to wear diapers. Who is the younger one here?

As for the game, I never heard of that. I just searched it and it seems to have some jumpscares. 😥 As the scared little baby I am, I don't know if I'm going to play it (plus, there are some games I want to start or finish first and I still haven't try the new Stardew Valley update.)

#age regression #forced age regression #howls moving castle #daddy howl #Apple anon #howl pendragon

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dollieguts1010 · 6 months

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DOGDAY HEADCANONS

• He's 13 years old

• He's Omnisexual and Polyamorous

• His pronouns are He/Him/His

• He has ADHD

• He's in love with Craftycorn

• He's best friends are Catnap and Bobby Bearhug

• Kickin is the a brother to him

• He's the oldest in the group

• He's a mixed breed of Cocker Spaniel, Springer Spaniel, and German Shepherd

• He's allergic to chocolate

• He's constantly carrying at least 2 or 3 epi-pens just in case if he eats any chocolate

• There's been a couple of times where Dogday has almost died because he accidentally ate chocolate

• He often stims a lot because of his ADHD

(he usually stims by barking, woofing, and howling, moving and jumping around, constantly wagging his tail, panting a lot, and biting is chew toys)

• He's known Kickin since he was a puppy

• He loves vanilla milkshake

• His favorite food is bacon cheeseburgers and curly fries

• He has Thantophobia (the fear of losing someone you love) and secretly has Autophobia (the fear of being abandoned)

• His father died when he was 10 years old

• He's scared of thunderstorms

• He was there for Bubba when he was morning the death of his parents

• Even though he's a leader of the group, he thinks that Bubba should be the leader instead of him

• He has permanent happy face

• His tail is constantly wagging

• He will do ANYTHING for his friends, no matter the cost. He's not afraid to get in a physical or verbal fight for his friends

• He's a bit naive when it comes to trusting strangers

• He tends to have a bit of a problem of being a bit of a people pleaser and not saying "NO"

• He has a small omnisexual flag right above his bed

• He was to have a crush on all of his friends

• He may be constantly in a cheerful mood however, he gets easily stressed out when his friends fight. He will literally will stay up all night trying to fix the problem

• He rarely ever yells at his friends

• He doesn't really like cussing, he only cusses when he's PISSED.

• He made all of his friends pendants necklaces

• He doesn't like crying in front of his friends because he doesn't want them to be worried (just like Bubba)

• He only cries when he's in his bedroom by himself while cuddling his little bone plushie

• He knows how to drive and has his driver's license, even though he's only 13 years old

• Whenever he's going on a car ride he'll stick his head out the window and stick out his tongue

• He loves going on roadtrips with his friends

• Him, Bubba, and Kickin help out Picky with farm work

• He let's the girls put makeup on him and doll him up

• He likes peanutbutter cookies

• He taught Kickin how to ride a skateboard

• He love fireworks however, he hates how loud they can be

• His favorite sports are basketball, football, and tennis

• Him and Bobby make friendship bracelets for everyone

• He has a rainbow bracelet that has all of his friends pendants on it and he wears that thing EVERYWHERE

• He likes helping out Bobby with her makeup

• His sun necklace was gifted to him by his father

• His sun necklace glows in the dark

• Sometimes he'll go to the store and buy Bubba some new books and stem toys

• He likes to draw with Crafty

• He likes doing arts and crafts with Crafty

• He likes watching Crafty painting or drawing

• He's constantly complicating Crafty's artwork

• He has a special box that he puts all of Crafty's artwork in

• He loves braiding, brushing, and styling Crafty's hair

• He likes to watch anime and disney movies with Crafty

• Him, Kickin, and Bobby are the personal cheerleaders in the group

• Him and Bobby are the group therapist

• His fur is RIDICULOUSLY SOFT.

(imagine petting a silky cloud. that's pretty much what Dogday's fur feels like)

• He's a total social butterfly! He can make new friends with ease

• He's also a social magnet like- whenever he's out in public people tend to notice him and wants to talk to him

• He's multilingual and he knows sign language

• He's a amazing singer and dancer

• He's not afraid to sing and dance in front of his friends

• He likes all genres of music

• He likes reading comic books

• He gets incredibly sensitive when someone brings up his father

• He has an amazing relationship with his mother

• He likes helping out his mother with cooking and baking

• His favorite activity to do with his mother is painting and playing games

• He may be a cute little doggy but once he realizes he's in danger, he's no longer cute. He'll bite, scratch, scream, and bark at you. Until he has the chance to run away

• He loves flowers! Every time someone gives a flower he'll have a massive goofy smile on his face while blushing a little bit

• He loves giving and receiving compliments (he doesn't often expect to receive compliments but whenever he does get complimented, he gets very excited)

• When he gets complimented, His pupils will dilate, he will have the biggest smile on his face, and his tail will start wagging like crazy

• He likes hugging his friends as tight as he can but if they don't like being touched then he will respect their boundaries

• If his ears are in the way, he'll just put them in a ponytail

• Sometimes when it's a full Moon he'll go outside and howl at the Moon and sometimes Kickin will join him to not make him feel left out

• He likes playing frisbee with Kickin

• He likes to go to the beach with Kickin

• He helps Kickin film his at-home action movies and sometimes even joins in

• Has a great relationship with Charlotte (Kickin's mother) and sees her as his second mother

• He likes hosting sleepovers

• He great at playing the acoustic guitar

• He loves the summer time

• He often comforts Catnap when he has a nightmare

• He likes playing tag with Hoppy

• He does his best to cheer people up

• Just like any other dog, he will sniff a potential new friend

• He likes getting headpats and being called a good boy, just like any other dog

(don't be weird about it)

• His father made him a plush bone toy that he still sleeps with at night

• He often has nightmares about his father's death or about his friends being murdered in brutal ways

• He owns 3 different kinds of skateboards and 2 different kinds of rollerblades

• Each wall in his clubhouse is covered in picture frames of his friends

• He sorta freaked out when he realized he was in love with Craftycorn

that's all for now!

*I will add more later*

#poppy playtime #smiling critters #dogday #smiling critters headcanons

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universe-of-peoples · 5 months

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SPOILERS FOR THE LAST OLYMPIAN

I want to talk about Silena Beauregard.

Silena Beauregard. The girl who loved Beckendorf. The daughter of Aphrodite who revolutionized her cabin (before Drew took it backwards). And the girl who, yes, was the spy.

I’ve seen some people get very negative towards her because of her role as the spy (including my favorite podcaster :/) and while yes, she did a very bad thing, I think the level of judgment towards her and the judgment of her moral character is over-the-top and a little un-empathetic. So I wanted to do a little character study on her and her time as Luke’s spy.

First of all, I will preface this by mentioning that she was a teenager. A literal child. Her brain was still developing and she probably would have made different choices if all of this had happened when she was even just a few years older.

It’s implied that before Luke left CHB, the two of them were close friends. Now if your close friend, who you previously cared about, trusted, and thought of as a rational person, suddenly up and disappears, you’re going to be worried about them. Even if you’ve heard that they did a bad thing. You’re not going to immediately jump to thinking they’re a terrible, irredeemable person. You’re going to wonder what their side of the story is, where their mind is at, and, if you truly believe they have done something wrong, you’re going to want to see if you can bring them back to the light. As someone who’s been hurt by people who I previously knew well and trusted, I know it’s really hard mentally to pivot your brain immediately from “person who I know and trust and am very close with” to “person who hurt me and others and isn’t who I thought they were at all”. Like, your brain just doesn’t emotionally process that immediately even though you know it logically. It takes time.

So she knows that he tried to kill Percy and fled camp. But Luke… that’s her friend. She knows him. There’s a certain amount of emotional denial that someone you know, trust, and care about would do something so horrible. He must be going through something, he must need help to get out of this situation. She’s not just going to give up on her friend. She’s going to want to help him come back to the good side.

So somehow she gets in contact with him. He explains his side of the story, and while she’s not on board with him trying to kill Percy, she sympathizes with his issues with the gods. He’s her friend. She doesn’t want anything bad to happen to him. I hc that the contact bracelet might have started just as a way for them to keep in touch; mortal cell phones are a magnet for monster activity, and while Silena may be safely in camp, she wouldn’t want to endanger Luke (no matter that he’s already working with monsters).

Time goes on, and Silena gives Luke enough information so that he doesn’t die when people at CHB may have a plan to harm him. He’s trying to coax more and more info out of her; Luke is already good at manipulating people, and Kronos is even better. If she just gives them this and that intel, then they can avoid killing the other demigods on CHB’s side if they don’t have to. She can save lives. And Luke is probably sheltering her from the worst of it, too; if she really knew all of the things he was doing, she would be out of there in a heartbeat. When Kronos takes over Luke’s body, he probably takes it a step further by threatening to hurt Luke and the other defected demigods if Silena doesn’t give him information. Maybe not even directly. Maybe he just points out that anyone trying to hurt Kronos would also hurt Luke. She wouldn’t want that, would she?

Then Beckendorf dies.

Silena feels absolutely awful. No, worse than awful. Everyone thinks she’s only upset because her boyfriend died, but it’s more than that. He died because of intel that she gave Kronos. He died because she played along all this time. She let herself get strung along as it slowly got worse and worse.

But here’s the thing. Kronos is still the master manipulator. He would tell her that, well, it was Beckendorf and Percy that blew up the ship. It’s Beckendorf’s own fault that those explosives were in place and went off when they did. That’s not Kronos’s fault! And at the same time, wouldn’t it be so messed up if the rest of the camp learned that she was the spy? She better keep quiet if he doesn’t want to expose her.

So maybe she agrees to keep quiet, to save her own skin, but she thinks that she won’t give him any more intel. This is where it gets a bit more tricky for me: trying to find a reason why she kept spying after Beckendorf’s death. We know that Kronos told Percy that there was a spy, and once the whole camp knew, everyone was ready to tear whoever it was to shreds. Kronos could point out to her that she’s become their enemy. She’s put herself in this situation, and now everyone she knows at camp is out for her blood.

I hc that Silena didn’t actually give him that much intel after Beckendorf’s death, though. Not as much as he said she did. He had eyes and ears everywhere, he could have found his intel other ways. He told Percy about the spy and sensationalized her role in order to make her look bad and turn the camp against her and, in turn, her against the camp. As an incentive to keep her quiet. He thought he could salvage his spy by blackmailing her and turning the camp against her, but her will was stronger than that. So strong in fact, that in the end she died impersonating Clarisse in order to give CHB a fighting chance against Kronos.

Was she perfect? Far from it! But they were at war! And one of her closest friends was manipulating her! I think the quote “if a frog is placed into a pot of boiling water it will immediately try to jump out; but if it’s placed into a pot of cool water that’s gradually heated until boiling, it will stay put and never try to jump out” is a very good metaphor for what happened to Silena. It began with checking up with her friend to see if he’s ok and find out what’s going on, and ended with her committing espionage. If she had had the foresight to know what would become of Luke and her role in the war, she never would have done it. She just got cornered.

That’s not to say that she’s not at fault or not to blame. There were times when she could have come clean and stopped spying, especially at the end. I just think the idea that she’s this terrible irredeemable person, or that her actions are not understandable, is not true at all. I wanted to address it since I’ve been seeing it lately (cough cough The Newest Olympian podcast cough cough).

#ok rant over #Percy jackson #Percy jackson and the olympians #the last Olympian spoilers #the newest olympian #TNO #pjo #pjo hoo toa #silena beauregard #silena and beckendorf #rick riordan

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al-the-remix · 3 months

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Ghost!Tommy AU Brainstorming:

Okay I still have a fic to finish, but I've been toying with this idea for afterwards: set during season 6 where Buck returns from his coma dream with the ability to see ghosts. Once back at the 118 he starts seeing mild signs of ghosts everywhere: orbs and partial apparitions, more like echos of memories trapped at the sites of tragedies that full fledged spirits. The one exception is obviously Tommy who appears more realized to him than all the others. Tommy, who's been trapped in the firehouse for 7 (??? what is the timeline) years.

I need to go rewatch season 6 to figure out some plot and character beats, but I like the idea that as Buck is struggling to come to terms with everything from the coma dream, and all the baggage that comes along with dying and coming back to life, he has this person to talk to that's–at least on the death side of things–been there before. I still want him to meet Natalia, and have a connection with her and they begin to date or are friends who are just hooking up casually (and have a lot more to talk about, lol). But at the same time Buck struggles with being drawn to Tommy like a magnet, this person who isn't even alive.

I haven't quite settled on what Tommy's backstory is going to be beyond Chim not being able to save him in time during the gas explosion in season 2. But some of the things Buck fears the most are dying and people moving on without him and not remembering him. So when he starts seeing Tommy and realizes that he was part of the 118 and died and…no one ever talks about him? There could be so much potential connection there. (Obviously there's a deeper reason why Hen and Chim don't bring Tommy up, chiefly shame and guilt, but Buck doesn't know that quite yet.)

I don't know if I'd keep the sperm donor plot line. I'm not a hater, but I feel like recovering from dying, a death doula girlfriend, and a ghost boyfriend, is a lot for one guy to deal with all at once. Instead I think I'd like to bring Albert back into the fold in one way or another. I really enjoyed his friendship with Buck and was sad when he pretty much disappeared from the show. I just see this as a fic where the Buckley-Hans really lean on each other.

I'd like to keep the tone of the fic not too heavy, and retain a good amount of humor even while Buck is thinking he's going a little insane seeing dead people and having a torrid, seemingly doomed, love affair with one of those dead people.

One of the things I appreciate so much about the show is its ability to balance humor and angst, as well as developing this campy atmosphere where it's totally not out of the realm of possibility to have ghosts, and cursed bracelets, and magic fire truck that can drive you all over Los Angeles in midday traffic without the building burning down before you get there…

I'd prefer a happy ending, but I'll write a heartbreaking one if I think it fits. The difficulty with ghost aus, if you're going to have the love interest come back to life it's got to feel earned, and fit within the rules of the universe you've set up, and that's not always an easy thing to accomplish.

I think if I wanted to bring Tommy back to life it could go two differently ways: either I could veer into full crack–which I'm not opposed to doing–but is really going to need the right set up (unless we're all cool with Buck and his hot zombie bf 🥰 )

But the more likely option is some time loop shenanigans as a fix-it. Buck is able to solve whatever preternatural puzzle I set up for him with his big brain and endless imagination, fixing whatever bad timeline they're in and making it so Tommy never actually dies. They say their goodbyes and Tommy ““goes back””--whatever that means with context–and Buck's all alone again. The firehouse feels so empty now without Tommy around. And the more days that pass by the more Buck worries that his big plan didn't actually work at all (maybe in here either everyone at the firehouse does actually forget Tommy ever existed for a little while because of yet to be established hand-wavey reasons or Buck's too afraid to ask about him/look Tommy up incase it didn't work and he really did lose him forever–preparing for that reality and living it are two totally different ball games–)

Until one day they have to call in air support at an emergency and suddenly Chim yells “Hey, there's Tommy!” and when Buck whips around sure enough there he is. And Buck's all like “can you introduce me to your friend? 👀” to Chim and Tommy's all like “have we met before? I feel like I know you from somewhere 🤔”. Tommy doesn't remember Buck (right away?) but here's this man who is SO CUTE and hot and smart and funny, and weirdly, like, super into him? And he pulls Chim aside like “why haven't you introduced me to this man before? Have you been holding out on me? What about my romcom happy ending?” And Chim is like “I didn't even know that he was into men!!” Meanwhile, Buck’s just hovering in the background full heart-eyes mode waiting to woo the fuck out of his man (the best he can without sticking his foot in his mouth)...

They exchange numbers and agree to meet for a drink after their respective shifts end and at the bar Tommy asks how Buck knows what beer he prefers, and Buck's all cocky like “I guess I have good taste in more than just my men 😏” and Tommy is caught, hook line and sinker.

After that it's happily ever after for them, and Natalia is one of Buck's "groomsmen" at the wedding (they're all bffs now.) The end. 😌

#i know this is au is pretty vague atm but i'll add to this post as i develop the idea #i just need to put this au somewhere it can breath an not get lost in the mire of my notes app #bucktommy #mine #ghost!tommy

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