#attempted confidence booster?

[humblepoet26]

Praised be the butch who attempted lingerie? ❤️🍒❣️🍎

[barcaatthemoon]

harmless || alexia putellas x reader ||

you do a little harmless flirting with alexia when your teams play against each other's.

playing against barcelona felt like a dream come true. so much about this year's champion's league tournament was like that. this was the first one that you were getting to play in with your team, the one that you had been signed to since you could sign a senior contract. you were loyal, having absolutely no intentions of going elsewhere in the world to play. although, barcelona had made some very convincing offers to you.

your teammates and coaches were grateful that you had declined, despite your agent's urgency towards you signing elsewhere. you were crazy to give up barcelona, especially since there was so much for you to learn from them. the way that they played soccer had always fascinated you to no end, it felt far more efficient than anything you could think to do.

"hola," you greeted alexia in the tunnel. she glanced over at you, a small smile on her face. "i'm (y/n)."

"i know, i've seen you play before. you're very good," alexia complimented. you blushed at her compliment, turning your head away in a feeble attempt to hide it.

"thank you. you're also very good, like the best in the world," you told her. alexia had a little smirk on her face, but you could see the way her ears got pink. for a moment, you thought that she looked a little unfocused, and you got an idea. "i didn't think it was possible to see such beauty and talent in one person."

alexia forced herself to keep her eyes off of you. you felt a little smug as you walked out of the tunnel. whenever you had to shake alexia's hand before the game, you shot her a wink, one that didn't go unnoticed by a couple of her teammates. immediately, alexia got extremely flustered, only boostering your confidence for the game.

you were no stranger to playing some mind games. flirting with alexia whenever the two of you met up in the midfield was easy. it was even easier whenever the two of you ended up marking each other for a corner. alexia was bigger than you, so she should have won the challenge, but all you had to do was let out a gasp when she grabbed at your hips for her to back away.

you felt like you were getting away with everything when frido cornered you at halftime. she walked right up to you and pushed at your shoulder to get your attention. "what the fuck is all that with alexia?"

"there's nothing going on with alexia." there was no point in you even trying to deny it. frido knew you well enough to know exactly what was going on. she gave you a stern look, one that had you almost shrinking back into yourself. "fine, i might be flirting with your captain a little, but a little flirting never hurt anybody."

"do not start something that you don't intend to see through, okay? she's going through a hard time right now, and you playing with her feelings today isn't going to help. she's already beating herself up for having a 'bad game' because of your bullshit, kid," frido warned. you agreed to back off, and followed her over to apologize to alexia.

"hey," you greeted alexia cautiously.

"hola, shouldn't you be with your team?" alexia questioned. you shrugged. there was going to be a pep talk, one that would hopefully help you to kick some ass, but the pep talks were not your duty anymore.

"they'll be fine, i don't give the pep talks," you told her. alexia nodded as she pointed over towards her bench. you noticed that a group of the younger players were working to hype up everybody else. "i'm not making you uncomfortable, am i?"

"not so much uncomfortable as you are a distraction," alexia confessed. you smirked a little, genuinely surprised that alexia would get distracted by you of all people. "it'd really help if you maybe saved it for somewhere else. i mean, i am trying to work here."

"well, i'm just repaying the favor. you're pretty distracting too," you teased. alexia huffed as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"i'm not trying to, you are. you have got to stop trying to distract me while i'm at work," alexia countered. your face fell for a moment as you realized that she had a point. "maybe if you behave, i'll buy you dinner tonight."

"alright, but i want to see the best that barcelona's got to offer," you said. alexia agreed to those terms, unaware that you were literally just talking about her.

…

"are you sure that this is where we have to end this?" you asked alexia with a small pout on your face. while her team went out to celebrate their win, alexia had opted to take you to dinner instead. you didn't have a lot of hope for a long distance relationship, but you were still a little optimistic. there was something about alexia that made you want to make things work.

"you have an early flight tomorrow, and i do not like sex on the first date," alexia told you. she cradled your face in her hands and ran her thumb across your bottom lip. "i will see you again, yes?"

"definitely," you promised her. alexia smiled and leaned down to press a kiss to your lips. you eagerly shot forward a little, but alexia kept you from pushing her backwards. "are you sure that you can't come up for a little while?"

"frido warned me you were relentless," alexia laughed. your face quickly fell as you tried to think of all the things that frido might have told alexia. the woman had known you since you could practically kick a soccer ball, and you had no doubt that if you stepped out of line, she wouldn't hesitate to embarrass you with alexia. "be good while you're away for me."

"i guess i can try to stay out of trouble," you huffed. alexia pressed a kiss to your forehead before she walked away from you. your hotel was pretty close to her apartment, something that you had learned when alexia came to pick you up for dinner. you knew that it'd be a few dates, but you couldn't wait for her to take you back to her place.

[yongbokology]

idk if you’re taking any requests or not but if you are could you write jungkook x thick poc 🫶🏽✨

ofc lovely, idk if you meant thick in terms of like reader having a fat ass or a chubby bodied reader or both but for now let’s go with the latter

piercer!jungkook x chubby bodied! poc reader

warnings; possible grammatical errors but f it we ball. smut. ginger yoongi cameo

poc coded for my poc girls

“fuck i’m so nervous..” you mutter to yourself, knee bouncing as you wait for your piercer to get their equipment ready.

you had just finished signing what needed to be signed and now you were waiting your turn but as the seconds went by you were thinking about booking it the hell on out of there.

“relax girl, you’ll be fine. i’ve been getting pierced here for years. they’re going to treat you right, i promise.” ninging’s reassuring you with her dainty, manicured hands, clasped over yours.

you weren’t scared about a needle going through your nipples but you were starting to become a tad self conscious about if it’d look good or not. you heard that this piercing in particular was a confidence booster and it made you want to get them even more.

before you could relay the message to your best friend, a ginger haired male appears from behind the black curtain that sectioned off the next room. with a nod towards said curtain, he gestures you over to follow him and with baited breath.. you do.

your throat feels dry and give one last look to ningning who’s giving you a thumbs up with a big grin stretched across her lips.

you let out a breath and pull the curtains back, entering the next room. your eyes are instantly met with a black chair you’d see in a dentist office and a whole set up that looks expensive as fuck.

pictures of people with various body modifications, tattoos and piercings litter the walls. your eyes travel across the room, taking everything in until they land on a pair of soft brown ones and it’s then, you finally see him.

he’s standing at one of the four corners of the room, cladding his hands in black latex gloves. his dark hair frames his face beautifully, falling a little bit above his broad shoulders. a lip ring hangs onto the bottom of his lip, a silver bar to match on his brow. the rolled up sleeves to his shirt gives you a view of arms, one littered with beautiful ink.

his lips curl into a smile as he immediately notes you ogling at him. the feelings mutual though as he takes in your figure. your outfit complimenting every part of you. there’s something about your presence that’s drawing him in and it’s not just your body.

“alright, i’m gonna go on break.” the gingered male announces, turning on his heels to exit the room.

now it’s just you and who you assume to be your piercer.

“you can have a seat in that chair over there,” his voice is sweet. it doesn’t match his looks at all but hey, you’re not complaining.

“I’m jungkook by the way.”

“..y/n”

you bite your inner cheek as you make your way over to the chair, holding your purse close to your stomach, waiting for further instructions. As you sit in the chair it’s dawning on you that this hot ass fucking piercer, looking fresh out of the front page of vogue, is going to see your tits.

The thought makes your chest feel heavy, you chew on your bottom lip in an attempt to control your mind from wandering elsewhere.

With all the shuffling behind you, you presume that he’s getting his equipment ready. You're lost in your thoughts, constantly turning on your phone to check the time and for notifications even though you knew there weren’t any. Your head snaps up at the sound of his voice, slightly startled due to the fact that it’s been a while since he spoke.

He’s standing next to you now. Matter of fact, towering over you, a soft expression etched onto his face.

“You know, if you’re uncomfortable with me doing it. Our female piercer is like coming in thirty-”

“No! I’m fine honestly,” you reassure the man but he’s not so convinced.. So you hesitantly press further. “I’m not worried about that.. It’s just that i’m kind of having doubts about getting them.”

In all of jungkook’s seven years as a piercer, he’s heard it all. He was familiar with the nervous looks and anxious ticks. He’s heard all in the questions and concerns in the book. So with that being said.

“You know,” he starts, resting his tattooed arm on the chair while leaning down towards you, that fucking grin forming on his lips again. At this point he’s close enough to the point where you can smell the faint scent of thc that’s over powered by the minty gum that he’s currently chewing.

Your heart is in your throat as your eyes are basically bulging out your head. You usually weren’t one for people being in your personal space but this was okay.. More than okay.

God, you felt like such a perv for wanting him to come in closer.

“I’ve heard that i’m pretty convincing. Why are you doubting the piercing?”

You swallow thickly, blinking rapidly as you try to find your voice. “I’m kind of worried they won’t look good on me.” your voice is small.

Jungkook is slightly taken aback, a hint of confusion spreads across his features before he drops it and flashes you a warm smile. “If that’s the case, you have nothing to worry about.. But if you want a second opinion, lift up your shirt for me.”

Your insides are internally screaming at the last part. Even though you were aware he was just doing his job, the tone of his voice was taking effect on you. So much so that jungkook notices the way your thighs subconsciously push together. Oh, he likes this.

It takes you a few seconds to actually grab onto the ends of your shirt, lifting it up over your breasts.

Jungkook runs his tongue across his pierced lip, eyes glued to your chest and for a while he doesn’t say anything and you begin to feel more self conscious than before. As you begin to pull down your shirt, he grabs your wrist with his free hand, he’s looking at you with an intense stare that makes your heart leap out of your chest.

“As a piercer, you have nothing to worry about,”

You find your lips moving faster than your mind is able to comprehend.

“Personal opinion?”

Jungkook’s gaze drops down to your chest before flickering back to your face.

“I’ll show you, if you let me,” he’s dropping down to his knees, face leveled between your thighs, tilting his head while he’s looking up at you. “Please?”

You immediately find yourself nodding. You feel your core heat beneath your shorts. You’re slightly startled when he pushes the lever down, bringing your chair down so that he’s face to face with your tits.

He’s staring up at you as he’s leaning in, looking for any signs of uncomfort. He’s so close now. His breath fans onto your sensitive bud, closing his eyes as he takes it into his mouth. It warm. So warm.

Your lip is pulled between your teeth as you watch him. His tongue swipes over your nipple and it’s then that you feel something small poke against it and it dawns on you that he has a tongue piercing. The realization makes your cunt flutter, you try clenching your thighs again but is obstructed jungkook whose body you forgot was in between them.

His hands find their way to your plush thighs, smoothing his palms over them as his eyes flicker open.

You can’t control the obscenity that’s flying out your mouth. “F-fuck.” you whimper which makes jungkook’s dick twitch in his pants.

He removes his lips from your now wet nipple, kissing the top of your knee. “You have to be quiet for me, pretty girl ‘kay?”

You look up towards the fluorescent light and silently nod, cheeks heating in the process at the nickname he threw in there.

He’s smiling before going back in but this time giving your other nipple some attention. His ministrations are ten fold this time. His tongue swirls against your nipple while sliding one of his hands onto your clothed cunt. His hand slides under your pussy, rubbing his nimble fingers against it. You’re responsive with a soft gasp leaving you. This makes jungkook smile and he switches from working his tongue on you to full on sucking your tit.

You look down to see jungkook and god does submissive look so good on him. He’s got an innocent look going as if he’s not making out with your tit and totally not trying to finger fuck you in the process.

The sight makes you moan softly, your back arches off the chair and this makes jungkook’s fingers move faster. He somehow finds your clit through your shorts and rubs it, applying pressure.

Your moans are music to his ears, he’s half hard but could probably cum off this alone. Pleasure looks absolutely gorgeous on you and he’d do anything to see you like this again.. Maybe even forever.

He’s lost in you until your breathing is heavy and you’re looking down on him again. “J-jungkook,”

He’s humming against your nipple “hm?”

“I’m gonna cum.” you’re whining at this point, face twisted and ridden with euphoria.

In one swift move that leaves you utterly speechless because he’s practically handling you with ease, he unlatches himself from your nipple and tears down your panties and your shorts down to your knees. He wraps his arms around your deliciously thick thighs, pulling you down towards the end of the chair, leaving your pussy exposed to him.

He takes a moment to admire how wet you are for him, practically drooling at how pretty your pussy is. He wastes no more time and attaches his lips to your clit, sucking on it harshly. His tongue delves down your slit then back up to your clit, flicking it with the ball of his tongue piercing.

your hands fly to his hair, tugging on it which makes jungkook moan into your pussy. the vibrations adding onto the immense pleasure you were already feeling.

your eyes roll to the back of your head, lost in the midst of it all as he goes from licking at your clit to full on fucking you with his tongue. your mouth is ajar at the feeling and soon enough you’re creaming around his tongue, a broken cry falling from your pretty lips.

jungkook laps it all up like a man starved. you shudder at the feeling of being overstimulated but you taste so good he basks in it, hoping that you have more for him. when he realizes that you don’t he taps your thigh to get you to look at him.

it takes all the strength you have left and crane your neck down towards him, slowly opening your eyes. jungkook smiles at the fact how utterly fucked out you are but still manage to look so pretty.

“piercing free of charge if you can squirt for me.”

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please this was supposed to be like a small drabble

[mssorceressupreme]

Hiii

I heard your requests were open 👀👀👀

Your writing is sooo amazing, it's addictive, like I can't get enough 😩🤚

Could I request a Minho X reader, reader is from Maze B, superrr close with Aris, and she's confident, sassy, sarcastic, loud and laughs a lot, total morale booster, she also cracks a lot of that's what she said jokes.

Since she's close W Aris, the boys might get the wrong idea and think they're a thing, but they clarify they're not lmao

You can ignore this request if you want, I just think you write so good, and so many people would love to read smth like this, I feel like some authors forget they're just teenagers ykwim?

It's so nice to see active Maze Runner blogs, especially when they write so bomb like you 😘

I hope you have a good day, never stop writing ♥️♥️♥️

Of course love, I’d be more than happy to write this for you 🥹❤️❤️❤️ Thank for the kind words, it really keeps me motivated, you’re such an angel 😭😭🫶🏼🫶🏼 Hope you have a great day too lovely!! 😘🥰 (also so sorry for the delayed post, I’ve been so busy with assignments lately 😭 I hope this satisfied your prompt 💓)

Who is She?

Pairing: Minho x Reader

Summary: Sparked with curiosity, Minho follows you one day. And your relationship takes a turn.

Warnings: none really, it’s a sweet imagine I like to think

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The dining hall was a strange blend of sterile and vibrant. It was filled with chatter and the clinking of cutlery, the usual dinner routine. To you it was the most ‘normal’ atmosphere in this whole facility, the only time you felt sane. At least people weren’t shoving needles in your face, or interrogating you.

At one of the tables, the boys from maze A—Thomas, Minho, Newt, Frypan and Winston—sat together, their eyes scanning the room occasionally while engaging in conversation.

They were still trying to figure this new place out, especially the people in it. One of those people was you, confident in spirit and as sassy as can be, currently sitting with Aris. But they didn’t know his name, he was just a quiet kid to them, or your “boyfriend”, or so they thought.

“Whatever, I could take on 50 of those guards at once, they look like they’ve got no balls.” You sneered, while chewing on your food.

“Keep it low Y/N, we don’t want anyone overhearing us.” Aris warned.

“If I could set this whole place on fire, I would, but Stella won’t let me do shit. Don’t you think it’s time we try to escape?!” You huffed. Stella, one of the girls from maze B, was the bossiest girl you’ve ever came across. (aka the Gally of Maze B, before his redemption lol)

Mind you, she’s only alive to this day because you saved her from a griever…unfortunately. Sometimes you wished you left her in the maze.

Aris sighed, he too, disliked Stella. “Anyway, you should eat up. You’ve barely eaten since we got here.”

You slide your plate over to him, “Today’s your lucky day, I’m not hungry.”

He shrugged and began indulging in this second helping. Aris wasn’t much of a eater but boy, this is the first time you guys have had real food and he wasn’t going to turn down the opportunity.

“Look! An opening, I’m going to check it out.” You whispered, standing up as the guards walked away from their previous post.

“Y/N! Get back here!” Aris whisper-yelled, but you were determined to get through the other side of that door.

——

“Where is she going?” Minho observed as you made your way towards the door.

“Who?” Winston swiftly turned around, accidentally knocking over a cup of water in the process.

Newt chuckled, while Minho pressed his lips together. “Sorry, Minho!” Winston exclaimed, grabbing napkins.

“You’re alright man. I’ll be back.” Minho gave Winston a reassuring back tap, before leaving to find the bathroom. Or, maybe he just wanted to follow you.

——

You managed to get past the doors. This was a way easier attempt than anticipated, you thought to yourself but shrugged it off.

However, you couldn’t help but feel like you were being followed. Regardless, you didn’t care, the only thing that mattered was finding out what these people were really behind.

You halted your tracks, observing your surroundings. It seemed to be a never ending grey hallway with millions of doors, great, that makes it sooo much easier for you doesn’t it!

As Minho turned a corner, he bumped into you, nearly knocking you over.

“Woah, watch it!” You exclaimed, steadying yourself.

“Sorry, I didn’t see you there!” Minho was quick to defend himself.

You furrowed your brows, the newcomer from maze A. “Were you…following me?”

Minho scoffed, “Pft of all the people here, why’d you think I’d follow you.”

You shot him a look, “Oh come on, I’ve seen you newbies. You guys watch Aris and I like a hawke.”

One of the doors dinged, about to open, so Minho quickly reacted by pulling you by the waist into one of the tiny cracks in the hallway walls, adequate enough to fit two people.

“Stop touching me!” I grunted, pushing his hand away.”

“I’m barely even on you!” He retorted.

“Why were you following me anyway?!” I whispered, “You shouldn’t be here.”

“I had to use the bathroom! I’m wet if you can’t tell!” He responded, but it came out a bit too wrong. Minho immediately regretted how that sounded.

You held back your laugh, “That’s what she said.”

With a tiny bit of banter, Minho managed to break down your walls, all too quickly, something you weren’t really used to.

“So what are you up to anyway? Sneaking around like you own the compound.” Minho smirked, while keeping an eye out for any guards.

“I’ve seen them move bodies in and out of here like clockwork. Aris and I don’t trust these people.”

Minho’s eyes narrowed. “Oh yeah? You should get back to your boyfriend then. I don’t think he’d be pleased to know you were in a confined space with another man.”

You rolled your eyes, “Oh, no. Aris isn’t my boyfriend. He’s more like a brother to me.”

There was a moment of silence as you stared at each other, the air thick with tension. Before either of you could say more, you heard footsteps. A guard was coming your way.

Minho quickly grabbed your hand and pulled you into what seemed like a nearby closet, closing the door behind you. You stood close together in the dark, barely daring to breathe.

The guards footsteps echoed past you and faded away, earning an exhale from the both of you.

“That was close,” You whispered, “and wow here we are in another ideal place to be in right now.” Boy, you are one sarcastic girl, Minho thought.

“I know I love it here.” Minho’s breath warm against your neck.

In the confined space, your proximity made every small movement noticeable. He could feel the heat radiating off you, and your scent was intoxicating. You looked up at him, your eyes reflecting the dim light filtering through the cracks in the door.

“Why did you really follow me?” You asked, voice soft but filled with curiosity.

Minho hesitated, then decided honestly was the best approach. “I don’t know. I guess I was curious. You seem like someone we could trust, Thomas doesn’t trust the people here either.”

“Thomas?”

“Grey shirt, brown hair?” Minho described him, hoping I would recognise him.

“Ah yes, I saw his little incident yesterday. Attempting to fight a guard in the dining hall is daring, he’s got some balls.”

“Sure does.”

“You seem to know the place really well, we could learn a thing or two from you.” Minho added.

You smiled, a genuine one that made Minho’s heart skip a beat, “Well, maybe we both have a lot to learn about each other.”

Minho could see the flicker of something more in your eyes, a spark that mirrored his own feelings. He leaned in slightly, feeling the magnetic pull between them.

Before anything could happen, the reality of your situation came crashing back. You couldn’t afford to get distracted, not with so much at stake.

“We should get back,” you whispered, though your eyes said you didn’t want to move.

Minho nodded reluctantly, “Yeah, we should before anyone finds us here.”

You carefully slipped out of the closet, the hall now silent and empty. As you made your way back together, Minho couldn’t help but feel a new sense of determination.

You were in this together now, and he would do whatever it took to protect you and figure out a way out of her.

“Yo, Aris!” You called out as you re-entered the dining hall. Aris gave you a questioning glance, as you appeared with Minho, you simply nodded, signalling that you were fine.

Minho returned to his friends, who eyed him curiously.

“What happened?” Thomas asked.

“Just…getting to know our new friend.” Minho said, glancing back at you. You were already back at your table with Aris, but you shot him a quick, knowing smile.

Minho then gestured for you and Aris to come join them which you did.

“Don’t be shy, you can sit next to me if you’d like.” Minho smirked, gesturing to the empty seat beside him.

You scoffed, “As if.” But you bit your lip, hiding back a smile.

“Careful, her boyfriend might not like that.” Newt warned, glancing at Aris to see his reaction.

“Oh no no, we’re not a thing.” Aris was quick to respond, “She’s like a sister to me.”

You chuckled, “Besides, I’m more into leaders, I like a guy who can lead.”

“Someone like me?” Minho teased.

You rolled your eyes, “Yeah you wish. Who was the one leading you around just now?”

“Uh actually, if I can recall, it was me who had the reigns.” He hummed, smiling when he saw you get all worked up.

“Stand down maze boy, this is my terrain. You guys want a way out, Aris and I can help you.”

“Alright, so what’s the plan?” Thomas agreed, leaning in closely.

Minho shot you a smile, and you returned it, thought a bit cocky, he did manage to grow on you or whatever.

And for the first time, you actually felt a spark of hope. With extra manpower, you might be able to break out of this place.

You might be in a dangerous situation, but at least you weren’t alone. And Minho knew deep down, that together, you could face whatever came next, for once, everyone at that table felt hopeful.

The safe haven felt closer, and so did your friendship with Minho. But could this friendship blossom into something more, you often pondered.

Perhaps so.

You smiled, watching as Minho lead the next discussion. You could get use to this, it felt nice to be relaxed and not take the lead for once.

[hms-no-fun]

i have an intense love/hate with godfeels because it is beautifully written but it also makes me viscerally uncomfortable. something something disturbs the comfortable and comforts the disturbed probably. engaging with that discomfort teaches me more about myself and is definitely worth it for something like godfeels. any advice for constructively engaging with media that Pisses You Off, by no fault of the creator? what would you say to your haters in good-faith, if you could?

well, to be fair i have said plenty to my haters in good faith previously, but that was a very direct response. if you and i were having a polite conversation amongst the two of us, my first question would be "how far did you get?" godfeels has been going for six years now (!!!), and it's gone through many phases in that time. i'm at a point now in my life where if someone tells me gf2 didn't click with them, i'll probably nod and say "yeah it's rough around the edges, there's a lot of stuff i'd do differently today." the most vocal contingent of haters i've ever gotten were the handful of people who dipped at gf2.2 when june got superdrunk and accidentally murdered a bunch of people, assuming the story was going to be about how cool and based that decision was. anyone who's actually read gf2 to completion should find that misconception laughable. it also makes a difference if you finished gf2 and stopped there, or started 3.1 and fell off, or if you got through chapter 8 and fell off, or if you're currently reading Double Album. each of those is a slightly different conversation with its own pros and cons. whether or not i'd try to talk someone into continuing their read depends entirely on those questions (and also how self-confident i'm feeling in the moment).

i guess i would say to someone who is not enjoying godfeels that they should stop reading godfeels. it's an extremely heavy story that digs into a wide variety of traumatic subject matter. it is also deeply personal in a lot of ways, which is perhaps a weird fit for a Homestuck fanfiction. so i can understand someone from the wider fandom hearing about godfeels as "the June Egbert fic" being disappointed that it's not fluff. i've documented in the past how gf2 emerged out of my dissatisfaction with the image of "Hairclips June," whose transition exists off screen and whose acceptance by her friends is an obvious expectation. i kind of feel bad for how that shook out in the long term since, between the lengthy hiatus of hs2 and the broader strangulation of the post-canon movement during the pandemic, the canonical "Hairclips June" story (or at least "June Who Doesn't Suffer 100% Consequences" story) doesn't seem to exist. i don't mean literally canonical, i mean "seeped into the fandom's collective unconscious" canonical, like Detective Pony. there are plenty of fanworks that do a good or at least interesting job with June, but they're not *about* June in quite the same way godfeels is. it's entirely possible that such a thing DOES exist and IS popular (i freely admit to being out of touch with modern fanworks), but for better or worse godfeels still seems to be the thing that comes up most often-- and not always in a positive light.

for a while now i've been working on an "Author's Introduction" which on the surface is an attempt to contextualize the phases of godfeels for new readers, but in actuality is more of a history of/commentary on the post-2019 fandom and the so-called "Homestuck Renaissance." i see this as necessary because godfeels is an extension of that moment, in particular the loudly recuperative pro-Vriska boosters and their exquisitely galaxy-brained VrisRezi meta. then gf3.1 responded to the fandom backlash, chapter 8 responded to my experience watching every foundation of my post-transition life crumble during the pandemic, and then Double Album is an exploration of building yourself and community back up in the aftermath of tragedy.

it's not that this context is necessary to understand or appreciate godfeels, just that i think it helps put things in perspective. when i started gf1, i hadn't written fiction in nearly 7 years. today, the series is sitting just shy of the 500,000 word mark. at every step of the process, the quality and ambition of my writing has increased exponentially. there's a reason i've written Double Album as a jumping-on point for new readers-- besides being better in virtually every way that matters to me, it's also largely shorn free of the baggage that can make godfeels a hard sell for folks. whether or not it actually SUCCEEDS as a jumping on point is another conversation entirely.

so i guess all of that is to say, if we were having a private conversation just the two of us, i freely admit that godfeels is a wildly disjointed story on top of being extreme and often emotionally masochistic. i am proud of this work from start to finish, but it fundamentally is the process of its authorship in a way that a thoroughly drafted and edited novel simply isn't. i used to publish chapters the instant they felt done to me, with only minimal revisions. these days i let chapters bake a lot longer and put much more thought into how they fit into the larger whole. i kinda miss the old way but the new way results in much better work.

i'd be curious to hear what exactly it is that Pisses You Off about godfeels, and why you nevertheless feel it's a worthwhile reading experience. you ask me for advice on how to constructively engage with media that pisses you off, but i don't have any because in general i don't engage with media that pisses me off. i stopped reading fanworks after 2020 because everything that survived seemed to cater only to the sector of the fandom that harassed my friends out of their jobs and platforms. i found their interpretations/extensions of canon lacking, their tendency for straightforward fluff rather grating. i COULD have made that everyone else's problem, but what would be the point? i wasn't the target audience. i didn't enjoy the work, so i stopped reading it. i'd rather move on to media i enjoy than suffer through media i don't.

BUT. there's a fine line here, because it actually takes a lot to Piss Me Off. i don't really believe in rules or standards in art as Inviolable Laws Of Nature. my measure of whether something is good has a lot less to do with its inherent quality and a lot more to do with the balance between intention and execution. it rarely matters how amateur something is, if it meaningfully accomplishes the thing it set out to do then i'll probably like it (or at least respect it). i look for expressions of authenticity, moments where the artist and the medium are in perfect sync. there are plenty of critically praised pretty-looking movies and games with big production values that i don't particularly like. sometimes that's because they're a naked moneymaking enterprise disguised as art. sometimes it's a problem of too many cooks in the kitchen. and then sometimes an artist is just full of shit and doesn't really know what the hell they're talking about (i like to call these people "Californians"). mostly, i just embrace that art-making and art-viewing are inherently subjective experiences, and i find little value in numbered rating systems of any kind.

a lot of my favorite movies and albums underwhelmed me my first time through. they challenged me in a way that i at first interpreted as incompetence, but have come to see as brilliance. there's stuff i found alienating in high school and early 20s that i find deeply relatable in my 30s. as a film student i've had so many conversations with so many people who have wildly different takes on the same movie that i've completely given up on the idea that anyone is an objective arbiter of what's good and what isn't. the only real thing is if it works and if it works for you. i search for the best in everything, because at the end of the day i'm just here for the love of the game and i don't much enjoy hating things. for media to really Piss Me Off, to elicit a genuine I Hate You response, it has to be more than just, like, poorly edited or whatever. it has to embody a repulsive worldview, be a tool of jingoistic propaganda, or otherwise act as an extension of corporate greed and wealth extraction. these days i reserve my hatred for that which has connection to real Power and exerts a mass cultural Influence, or that otherwise blindly reproduces the same problems.

i think it's far easier to critically engage with work you don't like when you search for the things that work, rather than the things that don't. when it works, when it really clicks, you see what they were going for, and only with that perspective can you see why what doesn't work doesn't work. all i ever ask is for readers to take my stuff as it is, good and bad, and judge it on those terms. i find your use of "comforts the disturbed, disturbs the comfortable" funny and fitting. art that wants to be for everyone is art that cannot be for anyone. it is a perfectly round grey sphere that all who gaze upon it can agree "exists" and "succeeds at what it's trying to do." good art is imperfect, because it is the result of a perspective you may not share. i've never wanted to make art for the masses. i want to make the kinds of things that i wished existed when i was younger. there are a surprising number of people who feel that godfeels positively affected their lives, and i know that i have very little to do with that. godfeels is an object that exists in the world. i had ideas of what it was when i wrote it, but i can't control what anyone else sees no matter how much digital ink i spill trying to explain my original vision. if it truly comforts the disturbed and disturbs the comfortable, then on some level i must have succeeded in what i was trying to do even if the path to getting there was spotty and rough.

i did the best i could at every stage of writing godfeels. i would do things differently today, but i also wouldn't be here at all if i'd done it differently back then. i try to extend this grace to other artists as much as possible, that we're all just figuring it out as we go along. but i also know that everyone goes to art for different things, and finds value in different aspects of its expression. really, all i ever want is to have a conversation about the object without the looming specter of Respectability Politics and Moral Hazards. it's when people start acting like godfeels is Dangerous, and that i'm dangerous by extension, that i start having opinions about where critics are fucking up. tell me what it does or fails to do. point at the text and show me you've read and comprehended it by citing your sources and arguing through the text instead of around it. absolutely fuck off with the moral hand-wringing about Transgender Representation and Glorifying Violence and Perpetuating Toxic Stereotypes. it's a fucking Homestuck fanfiction, for god's sake.

but anyway you're not doing that, so, good job! i'm glad you find the experience of reading godfeels illuminating even if it pisses you off. i hope you found this lengthy answer enlightening, and maybe a bit annoying also. consistency is key, or so they say

[deadbydangit]

...Small reader with Pyramid Head, Ghostface, and Knight? Like the other one you did? 😳

Your writing got me kickin my feet fr 😭🙏

Ha! I'm so glad! Coming right up. I hope you enjoy it.

With a reader who is very small. SFW and NSFW

Pyramid Head, Ghostface, Knight

Pyramid Head

SFW

Canonically, he's the tallest killer in the realm.

So, it's almost guaranteed that he's going to be bigger than you.

He's bigger than everyone.

He makes you look like a child you're so small.

But he absolutely loves that.

He loves hugs.

You can't wrap your arms all the way around him though.

He thinks that's the cutest thing.

He'll struggle to pick small flowers and put them in your hair.

So make sure you make him a flower crown too.

He can cup your whole head in one of his hands.

He can't really kiss you, so this is the next best thing.

Need help getting something?

He'll get it for you.

But he prefers to pick you up so you can get it.

Make sure to kiss his head as a thank you. That's what he's after.

He can lift you up with one arm and set you on one of his shoulders.

Being close to you like that really helps reassure him that you'll be safe.

He can be over protective and has the tendency to smother just a bit.

But it's just him showing you how much he adores his little flower.

NSFW

He's big everywhere.

And, if that isn't already plainly obvious, he'll make sure you know before he does anything.

Since he can't talk, he points to himself, then to you.

You have to be safe before he does anything.

He could seriously hurt you by accident.

As much as he'd like to be on top, he is deathly terrified of doing so.

He's always more focused about pleasing you before himself.

Instead, he'd rather you ride him.

You probably won't be able to take him all in.

But watching you try really gets him going.

You can attempt to suck him off.

But that isn't going to fit in your mouth.

It doesn't even fit in both of your hands.

Watching you sputter and gag on his member really concerns him.

He'd rather you not.

If you let him, he can get rough.

He'll almost split you in two.

But he prefers to keep that side of him in control, so don't tease him too much.

He cums, a lot.

You'll almost be soaked in it.

After, he'll clean you up and carry you everywhere you want to go and get you anything you need.

But after, cuddles are a must.

It isn't his fault you're so small and soft.

Ghostface

SFW

Danny isn't the tallest in the realm.

That doesn't bother him.

His ego is too big for that.

But he's going to tease the ever living shit out of you for being small.

And he is an ass about it.

In the real world, he'd be that dick who grabs you a kids menu and teases you about being small.

"I just figured since you're so small, you wouldn't eat that much."

And he's super self aware about how much of a dick he's being too.

"I wonder where they went? Oh, there you are! I didn't see you all the way down there."

"Oh, sorry. I can't hear you. You're too far away."

You want a hug? Better start climbing then.

Want something? He's going to hold it up higher.

Don't be afraid to tease him about something.

He needs a little push on his inflated ego once in a while.

He does love being able to carry you.

He'll just kind of throw you over his shoulder.

His favorite thing to do is pick you up into hugs and swing you around.

Sometimes a little too roughly.

You can tell him to stop, but he just can't help it.

You're just the cutest little thing.

NSFW

He's an average sized guy.

But watching you, being so small, take him in?

Makes him feel like the biggest.

Real confidence booster.

He's also really big into dirty talk.

"You can fit that whole thing in your mouth? But you're so small. You must've practiced. You dirty little whore."

"Aww, is it too much for you baby? Don't worry, I'm almost halfway in."

Don't take it to heart, he really is teasing. Make sure you give him some of that energy back.

He's rough, but just let him know if he's hurting you and he'll ease back.

He's not dumb, if he hurts you, you two can't have fun anymore.

If you ask, he'll get in between your legs.

"This isn't much of a meal here. I'll have to take seconds. Or maybe thirds."

Seeing you get worked up really fires him.

He likes to see how much of your body he can cover in his cum.

It's like his own personal competition with himself.

You're sleeping on top of him after.

You're like a little teddy bear.

And you're all his.

Knight

SFW

Torhos may be a big person, but he doesn't see the merit in the relevance of size.

Smaller individuals can provide just as much power as larger ones.

It's all about how that power is utilized.

Alejandro isn't that big of a person, but he's still able to wield his abilities.

Durkos showed more aptitude in stealth rather than brute strength.

So you being small doesn't mean a thing to him.

Of course, he doesn't expect you to be able to do the things he and his men are able to do.

You have your own set of skills.

Just don't be over reliant.

Sure, he'll help you reach something.

But don't ask for help all the time.

Independence is important as well.

He finds it humorous that he can just scoop you up and take you anywhere.

He isn't super gentle either.

Right over the shoulder you go.

You can protest all you'd like, but that isn't going to stop him.

It's also his way of showing to others that you're his.

No one would dare mess with Tarhos and his men if they knew what was good for them.

The others like to give you crap too.

But it's just the way they all show how much they care about you.

NSFW

He has to be the top. No exceptions.

But, if you ask nicely and do a good enough job, he'll let you try to top.

But that's very rare.

He's usually on top.

He likes to grab your hair and pull you down to service him.

He'll use the leverage to force you to take him all in.

The struggle you overcome for him lights a fire in him.

And make sure to swallow, don't waste a drop.

As a reward, he'll dive in between your legs, easily keeping them both open with one hand

Since you're small, it doesn't take him long to get you unraveled.

He isn't going to take his sweet time pushing into you.

It's going to hurt a bit, but once he's set his pace, you'll be in heaven.

He prefers to cum inside of you. It's one of his ways of laying claim.

"You took me well. Very good."

After care isn't really a big thing with him.

But he won't be angry that you can't move. Not after what he just did.

He'll get you what you need, but there isn't much cuddling.

However, he will carry you to bed and join you later.

He may not be the most affectionate, but he does care.

[artsyspinch]

Four years ago, I drew my first ever finished digital art piece, using a Huion 420 tablet off of Amazon, and Krita. I was so proud of it, I showed it off to my friends and family on instagram, and I didn’t think I could get any better than this. Fast forward to the next year, and I drew it again, just to see how much better I could make it.

This time I used a Wacom tablet with Krita. It was one of the cheaper ones, but still an upgrade. I was even more proud of this one, but I wasn’t really that happy with it. I didn’t like how Papyrus turned out, and it seemed so awkwardly spaced and posed. I knew I still had more to learn, and I rushed it, since I didn’t think I could do any better. I then decided to redraw it again the next year.

This time I used Ibis Paint X and a small stylus on my phone. I was ecstatic with how this came out. I thought this was the absolute best I could ever do, but I still had little nitpicks about it. Again, I struggled a lot with drawing Papyrus, but this time I was also unhappy with the colors and shading, and how Sans was drawn (I have no idea why I made him thicc). But again, I redrew it the next year.

This one was a huge confidence booster for me. I had just gotten a brand new laptop from my parents: A Lenovo Yoga, with a Wacom bamboo ink stylus. It was the best gift I ever received, but on top of that, they got me Clip Studio Paint PRO. So I was ready to make some good ass art. This time I sketched everything out on paper, then finished it in CSP. I even attempted a background, which didn’t come out too bad. Papyrus doesn’t look horribly off model, and the poses and composition overall was just better. I used a clean sketch for the lineart, since that was a big struggle with my previous versions, and I used colors other than black and white for shading. After I made this, I felt like I didn’t need to continue redrawing it, because I thought I was at my peak.

I redrew it this year.

I used my Lenovo Yoga, but this time I had a Wacom bamboo plus, and Clip Studio Paint EX. I added more characters, and took a little bit more inspiration from the original, but I mostly wanted it to feel more alive. I finally perfected how I draw Papyrus, and Toriel, Asgore, and Frisk aren’t statues anymore. I showed off what I’ve learned about lighting and shading, did actually clean lineart, and I even did a full background! I’m so proud of this, and so happy with how far I’ve come as an artist, and I can’t wait to see what my future self draws next year.

[bgomtori]

23 : light

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note! smau+written :) bad grammar and english 😢😢 AND CORNY 😭😭😭‼️

" y/n " you heard someone call out for your name, you heard around to see beomgyu waiting for you, he was wearing his favourite grey zipper hoodie, his wired earphone messily hanging loose around his neck. you quickly walked towards him,

" you feeling alright? " you were concerned. normally beomgyu wouldn't ask you to go out with him this late at night, unless something was bothering him.

" mm, let's just walk around that river. " he suggested, interlocking your pinkies together as you furrowed your eyebrows at him, he was definitely hiding something from you, something that's bothering him. however, you didn't want to push his boundaries, he must have his reasons to not tell you right now. beomgyu took a while to rearrange his thoughts, he doesn't want to make you worry too much about him, he licked his dry lips before speaking up,

" i dont know, im kinda anxious for the mini concert, like i know it's not a big concert, it's just underground but what if like i mess up. " beomgyu rambled on, you comforted him, reassuring him that he'll do fantastic. beomgyu smiled and thanked you for your attempt to make him feel better, which helped him a lot, to him your words were like a confidence booster for him. you two continued to walk along the streets, onto the main road of your neighbourhood.

despite it being midnight already, your neighbourhood was still bustling, cars zoomed pass the both of you in a fast pace, crowds echoing throughout the neighbourhood walls. apparently many people like to drink till late night in your neighbourhood.

after pushing through the crowds, you and beomgyu finally found a silver of serenity among the chaos. you felt at ease again as you listened to the calm waves crash into the rocks below you. with the vast night sky, beomgyu took in the breathtaking view - the moon shined radiantly, giving the river below a natural glow, and stars scattered throughout the sky.

" lets rest there, " you pointed at the benches facing the river, you knew that beomgyu needed a break from the things that had just happened. you sank into the benches, resting your head on beomgyu's shoulder.

feeling slightly bored, you kicked the small pebbles around you as they slowly fell into the river, making a small ' plop ' sound. looking at the the nightsky, you felt beomgyu nudge you slightly, passing you one side of his wired earbud. you smiled at him, placing the earbud into your ear, waiting for the music to play.

beomgyu opened his spotify app, and clicked on the playlist the both of you created together, it included songs that reminded both of you about each other and each moment that gave you two a sense of comfort. as beomgyu hit the shuffle button, ' light ' started playing, you smiled slightly when you heard the familiar tune. whatever drug this song had, it definitely made you feel all bubbly on the inside. you hummed along to the tune, as you fiddled with the hairtie that was on beomgyu's wrist. he looked at you with much adoration, before asking,

" this is your favourite song right? " you nodded in response, enjoying the soothing melody of the song. in moments of misery and feeling unable to help yourself, 'light' has always reminded you of beomgyu. when you felt incapable of doing anything, he was always there to comfort you, even if he was busy. he was like the light to your darkness, the sun to your moon. there was something about him that brought you happiness and warmth, and you didn't want to lose him at any cost. as you related beomgyu more with the song, the more uncertain you felt.

" do you think we'll ever stop being friends? " you suddenly questioned, beomgyu was taken a back, why would you suddenly ask that. you quickly apologised for asking such a random question, as beomgyu looked at you with slight confusion with a hint of worry behind his eyes.

" even if we stop being friends, i would still want to find you and be with you.. you know like how the sun and moon always chase each other? yea. i don't know how to phrase it but, i'll always be your light " beomgyu replied,

" stop what the fuck that's so corny but sweet, since when were you this poetic. " you stared at him in pure shock as he laughed at your reaction, shrugging at your question.

" i guess i'm made for saying stuff like that " beomgyu joked, praising himself as he held onto your hand, smiling to himself. even knowing that the both of you will choose completely different career paths, he doesn't want to drift away from you. beomgyu has always found solace in you, even though he rarely shows it, he has always been in a rough postion ever since highschool started for the two of you. only you and the boys were able to bring him happiness and meaning to life, especially you, he is always grateful that you came into his life that one random day when you two were younger.

" wanna go back? it's almost 2. " you rubbed your tired eyes and hummed in agreement to beomgyu's question. you stood up as you stretched your stiff body before linking your arm with beomgyu's, walking back to your apartment together.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Pick a fic (5/5)

The Love of DaVinci: Ted Kord is an inventor who tests his inventions as a carnival sideshow attraction, playing the role of a mad scientist. He starts feeling burnt out as his attempt at his newest invention fails... Until a mysterious man named Booster Gold shows up. (jli; blue boostle; circus/carnival AU)

A Guy Is An Island: Guy is stranded on an island with a group of children after his ring loses its charge. (jli)

Double Booked: Grant Wilson and Guy Gardner cross paths as complete strangers when they're forced to share a hotel room during a citywide emergency. (jli; GuyGrant; no powers AU/oneshot)

never a son: Guy Gardner takes in a little Gothamite after chasing an alien virus to the boy's hideout.

To Cry Alone: AU where Alan Scott finds Todd Rice as a child. (jsa; canon divergent AU)

across a river deep and wide: Jay Garrick and Alan Scott confront their feelings for each other on a camping trip that takes a turn for the worse. (jsa; JayAlan; college/university AU/ no powers AU)

Lady in Black: Jennie-Lynn and Todd's powers are swapped in this canon-divergent AU. (jsa; canon divergent AU/powerswap AU)

this many hours: Alan stays over at Todd’s house to keep Todd company while he is out sick with the flu. (jsa; sickfic/ oneshot)

straight to her heart: Jay’s friends help him build up the confidence to grab Joan Williams’ attention. (jsa; Jay Garrick/Joan Williams; no powers AU/HS AU)

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[canines-alter-creation]

HI i saw the word parkour and jumped into the ask box faster then Clown doing a parkour race Could I have a EMF/Evbo's Master Friend fictive? Everything else is up to you i just want my friend back tbh :sob:

-- Your local Evbo fictive :D

Hi Hi!! This is so exciting for Us+!! We've+ picked up a recent fixation in Parkour Civ (I+ may go back and watch it again after this :p) but here is Our+ attempt at an EMF pack!! I+ took off a lot of the linked stuff (faceclaim, moodboard, song theme) just because it's. . . difficult to maintain from time to time. That being said, I+ hope this is helpful! I+ sort of based it around to match the Evbo pack I made, so some of the details are match-y with that one, but you're sourced off of Evbo and can of course change details to better match you!

As always! Not all alters based on this pack are going to turn out exactly as described but I+ hope it is helpful nonetheless.

+ parkour, source, sourcemates, gold or jewelry, shiny things in general

Name(s): EMF, Champion, Gold, Ender, Noir, Anubis

Pronoun(s): he/it/voi/win/par/kour/crown/gold/dia/mond/boot/

Age: ageless, but appears around 18 or 19, or similar age to Evbo, maybe a year older!

Gender: voidgender, genderlessmasc, hornjewerlyaesic, demonichandsgender,

Sexuality: masc attracted, demisexual

Role: Co-host (matching to Evbo pack) or confidence booster/mood booster

Source: alterblogic + Parkour Civilization

Sign-offs: 👑,💛,🖤,🐦‍⬛

Front triggers:

/ sourcemates, a friend being down or needing uplifting

+ parkour, Evbo, shiny things, going outside, being around people that are encouraging and fun

- feeling hopeless, bed rotting, doing poorly in things that are important to voi (schoolwork, artistic ventures, physical activity, work performance)

Likes/dislikes:

- Seawatt, being ignored, being let down or abandoned, situations with no positive offset

Personality: EMF seems cocky, he talks a lot about himself/the body, but it's really more of a reflection of his pride. He's proud of his friends and of himself, and that includes the system and the body, he wants to inspire confidence, and that might mean setting boundaries and pushing for everyone to respect the system/body. Unfortunately he may struggle to set boundaries with close friends or people he finds important just because he wants them to like him. He may also at times get too cocky about his abilities and needs someone grounded to give him a reality check.

Ways they do their role: EMF may talk a big game, or boost the system's confidence by talking about themselves and the body in a positive manner. Their role is to make everyone feel good, and content and that sometimes means giving the tough love of getting people out of their slump. They might drag or push people into doing things they might not initially want to to get them out of their shell (like making someone go dancing to get them to try new things or to get them to stop stressing)

Inner world occupation or behavior: May seek out high status jobs or friends, working alongside architects and managers to help build and alter the innerworld. May seek out high in the air places to live, and might be difficult to find or meet with because of this. May also hold gold and jewelry, almost in a dragonlike way.

Possible outerworld behavior: Very uplifting, to a point of almost being aggressive, especially for himself and friends, might take stupid risks, might like jumping or doing parkour

[jedidryad]

WIP Wednesday: Wardrobe changes and the Errant Venture

In I, Jedi, after he sneaks onto Corellia to visit his grandfather, Corran returns to the Errant Venture where he runs into Mara.

Here is some of that encounter from Mara's perspective...

I slung Calrissian’s cape over my shoulder and tried to smile at what he would say when he saw his closet. While it was entirely possible I’d have to play that role eventually in our investigation, it was pointless to try it here on the Venture. Booster clearly didn’t even buy our romance cover story let alone me having some sort of personality transplant. 

But Mirax’s absence was only more obvious as I spent more time on the ship and I found myself wandering a bit more aimlessly than I would have preferred. Really I should have been sitting on the Diamond level indulgently watching Calrissian play Sa’bacc or whatever else he’d been gambling on up there, but while I’d played that role suitably the day before, I really didn’t feel like it now.

I passed the tapcaf we’d shared a pastry at and was stunned to realize that had been more than a year ago now, almost two. She’d been gone so long. The confidence I’d offered Faughn a few weeks back withered in the face of that realization. It started to seem less and less likely that she’d be found. 

As I contemplated giving into my grief, the longing inside me was suddenly magnified and I realized it wasn’t just mine anymore. I’d been away from Force sensitives long enough that I hadn’t been maintaining my shields. I tugged them back up as I recognized that a familiar presence had dropped out of hyperspace. Someone who definitely had more reason to long for Mirax at the mere sight of the Venture.

I pulled my comlink off my belt and got on Booster’s frequency.

“What is it Jade?”

“Your son in law is here. When you’re done with him can you send him to my landing bay? I need to talk to him about my ship.”

“Of course I will.” he replied, shifting smoothly from surprised to pleased, no doubt at the idea that I would make Horn suffer for the state of my headhunter.

I didn’t have to wait that long, but between my sadness and restlessness, I was feeling impatient, and after a while, I decided to go find them. I quickly realized Booster had cleared Horn for the same docking bay as my ship. That would simplify things.

I re-adjusted the cape, wondering for the 17th time in the past hour how in space Calrissian wore these things all the time, and strode stiffly towards the two men having a far more genial conversation than their reputations would lead one to expect. 

I got in earshot just in time to hear Booster say something about seeing to Calrissian’s comfort.

“Don’t concern yourself that much with it.” I growled as I attempted to balance the cape on my right. What was it made of that made it swing so much?

Horn looked amused: “aren’t you in some sort of business with him?”

“Some sort, yes.” I grumbled, not wanting to pretend in front of a friend, but also not feeling like explaining anything. The fewer beings who knew what we were actually up to, the better. Horn seemed baffled by my outfit though so I figured I could at least explain how I wound up in Calrissian’s clothes.

“I bet he loves  that,” Horn chuckled as I complained that Calrissian’s tunics were too tight in the shoulders.”

“He doesn’t.” I smiled in a way I knew wasn’t all that pleasant and decided that I would likely continue to steal Calrissian’s clothes to bother him. And then I remembered all the questions I wanted to ask. They all boiled down to one thing.

“How was Luke when you left the academy?”

[naxcoffe]

After many attempts like using boosters, LOA techniques self concept making own subs visualize being delusional with subliminals trying to affirm ive fast subliminal results frequencies and didn't happened, discussing many LOA gurus, i'm sick waiting/detaching many months to get results, i already done with old subliminals and it was disappointed and failures, simple i couldn't change even lips shape or get lighter eyes which they're the most simple physical changes, i don't know if my faith on subliminals is more useless or do i need to research more about subliminals or subconscious mind power, i'm sick of people getting successful with subliminal results except on me, i can't understand that, sorry my bad english

I’ve been doing everything to manifest, and nothing works.

Today, I will explain how you shape your future by remembering it. Initially, I intended to write a lengthy post about the concept that we are all manifestations of God, possessing divine power and imagination. However, I paused and reflected on a simpler and more concise way to convey this message. I wanted to take a moment to remind you of something incredibly important: please be kind to yourself. Stop holding yourself to “high standards” when it comes to manifesting. here's the truth: you are human, and humans make mistakes. Here's what I came up with:

First and foremost, it's crucial to grasp the life-altering realization that each and every one of us is God. This understanding has transformed my life, shifting me from a state of anxiety and indifference towards life to one of awe and confidence.

(1) As Neville Goddard suggests, our imagination is our divine power as God. It is the realm where we are boundless and limitless, able to manifest whatever we desire. In essence, it is the closest we can come to experiencing godliness.

(2) Here's Neville's essential message: anyone, including you and me, has the ability to create their future. The act of creation is already complete; we merely choose the script for the movie of our lives.

Now, what I'm about to share may initially seem peculiar, but I encourage you to adopt the same approach as I have. Simply assume that you will receive the answers you seek, and you will indeed receive them. We are all God, and God has already created every conceivable life that has existed, exists, and will exist. From our human perspective, we perceive life as a sequence of events bound by time, and the future as an unrealized possibility. However, if we could adopt God's perspective, we would witness our entire existence, encompassing past, present, and future, in a single instant of the eternal NOW. Consequently, recognize that you possess the divine power of God through your imagination. How can you harness this power to manifest your desires? By remembering the future.

If you have spent time on platforms like Tumblr or delved into Neville's teachings, you may have encountered stories of individuals who live in the end, hold onto a specific event, or engage in SATs (State Akin To Sleep) focusing on a single scene. Astonishingly, these individuals then witness their imagined scenarios materialize in their 3D reality. Even the words spoken by others align with their envisioned script. This phenomenon occurs because you are recollecting, through your divine power of imagination, an event that has already transpired in the future. When I speak of "remembering," it is because this event has already taken place, albeit in the future. Although you have yet to experience it, you are remembering it because it has already occurred.

Initially, this may appear peculiar, but it accurately reflects the nature of reality. Consequently, Neville and numerous others, myself included, advise against fixating on the "how" and "when" of your manifestations. By focusing on the desired outcome, you are remembering the ending, akin to recalling the conclusion of a movie. Although aware that numerous events and drama unfolded, you remain steadfastly connected to the ending. (When recalling memories from the past, we typically remember the significant events rather than the entire narrative.)

This emphasis on living in the end and assuming the reality of your desires as an already existing memory is crucial. It aligns you with the future you wish to experience. Consider the excitement and belief associated with remembering a thrilling childhood memory, such as your first vacation. You fully immerse yourself in that memory, wholeheartedly believing it to be true because you know it happened. The same principle applies to SATs and living in the end: you are recollecting your future life, an event that has already transpired.

Therefore, if you comprehend that your power as God enables you to remember your "future life" and manifest your desires, it is because you are recollect! Everything is you.

[elvesandlanterns]

Ghost Helpline part 8

All in all Uncle Dans lecture had been rather short and to the point. There had been no yelling, no anger, no demeaning or things thrown. While there had been a scowl at hearing the term Uncle he took Konstelacios explanation in stride. Dan sighed a lot but he wasn’t angry.

So why did she feel so awful? Uncle Dan always had anger problems, but she trusted him ether way. How couldn’t she after surviving an entire war with him. She was use to anger, she could take anger. Not, not whatever this was.

Konstelacio felt pressure push down on her chest. She didn’t like this at all! Her head hurt, yelling would have been easier.

//“ Let me get this straight. You did a favor for the Justice League and for payment you asked for loose change?!!!!”//

She rubbed at her horns in a attempt to soothe herself. They didn’t know who she was, it’s not as if she had defamed the family in any way. It’s not as if she asked for money directly… then again maybe that would have been better. She may be a Masters but it’s not as if any of the money was hers. She frowned, was it because she didn’t assert herself for their house? Had she made them look poor?

The little demon hunched in on herself she hadn’t meant to do any of that at all. Thank god she didn’t mention the handkerchief.

At the thought of the article she pulled it out and looked at it along with the rest of her prizes. She smiled a tad lopsided, “Looks like I need a belt.” And she knew someone just tech savvy enough to make her one.

— — —-

Dan was tired, but sated. Better than being soup in a thermos shaped cell. He missed war.

The fight for the throne hadn’t been as easily won as Danny’s family had assumed. Pariah, Dark had been gone for too long, the infinite realms cutting themselves into pieces. Distancing themselves, becoming stagnant, refusing to allow a ‘ghost’ of all beings rule them again. But Danny had grown to be more than that; a child of death herself, true balance, the great one. Dan snickered to himself, what a lame title.

Dan had demanded his place among the throngs of soldiers. He had earned his place as general. He killed and fought… and protected. Jazz was his sister again, his confidant (therapist). So when she pulled him a side one day to ask him a favor, Dan said yes.

Dan should have asked more questions.

Dan ended up keeping an eye on three forever children on a battle field. Which was easier said than done. They were reckless, suicidal shit heads with everything to prove. And they did; the witch boy, the host, the demon-ling. He hated to say it but the war might have not been won with out them. It hurt to think about.

It hurt to think about Vlad swooping in and giving them what Dan couldn’t. It hurt to see the host be a hero instead of a child. It hurt to see the demon sell her abilities for change. He huffed, flaming hair waving. At least the witch had the sense to run away from those that used him.

Dan sighed and signed and signed and signed papers. Fucking Aragon.

—- —- —-

No one paid attention as Booster Gold hobbled threw the doors. Blue Beetle should be in soon. Some of the leaguers even rolled their eyes honestly Booster was such a douche.

They ignored him as he practically threw himself on the couch, holding his ice pack to his head. So the idiot had also managed to get himself injured. Huh figures.

“Hey! Nightwing!”

“Haha hey Booster! How was space?”

“Crazy! Hey what’s up with everyone?”

“It’s along story.”

“I got time.”

“Honestly Booster it’d probably be faster for me to give you a copy of the reports.”

“Ugh reading! Come onnnn.”

Nightwing figured he could humor the man for a few minutes, “Well long story short we meet a demon.”

“Mmmhhhmm”

“They seem to be helping us but we just want to get more info on her to be careful.”

“Wow a real demon. Was she hot?”

“She was like 13.”

Booster got quite in a way Nightwing wouldn’t recognize until later, “Oh word? What did she look like?”

“All the footage was corrupted but Robin managed to make us a decent sketch.”

Booster Gold got everyone’s attention when he almost face planted onto Dicks tablet, “Oh my god! Oh my god! Did she have metal legs?”

“You mean boots yeah she had metallic …”

“Oh my god! And stripes right!!!” Booster was practice on-top of Nightwing dopey smile on display.

Dick thought back to the mass of black cracks on the girls body, “Stripes?”

“Oh MY Ancients! It Konny!!! I’ve missed her so much!” Booster started to laugh before devolving into tears, “I hope she’s not working for CW anymore. Last time I heard she was on trial for some bogus shit. I hope she’s okay.”

Booster continued to cry as Kord came in glared daggers an Nightwing and took off with his husband.

Dick stared at the open door, “What just happened???” His eyes widened as he stood up ‘Konny’ he never told Booster her name.

— —- —- —-

[5ungchan]

not really a request, i just wanted to know the creative process behind you writing all of your fics. i love your style of writing sm, how do you chose the right words or come up with the ideas that you do :)

omg hello! thank you for stopping by. this is very sweet of you to say. it's a huge confidence booster and i will take your comment to heart <3!!

the creative process behind the ideas that i come up with, typically stem from a certain emotion i want to evoke. i'd like to consider myself a very observant individual (given my experience working with psychiatric patients and being in a hospital setting with geriatric (palliative), dementia patients & the ED most evenings.)

so when you look at someone who's an idol, especially when their identities are quite manufactured, it gives you some leeway with how you want to proceed with them as a character. a lot of people like to follow each other on how they perceive a member, but my advice would be to do it your way. take a look at the member, not when they're talking, but when they're standing off to the side during a video or interview. it shows you a bit of how they are when they're not actively "acting" their "personas" in front of the camera. obviously don't take this too seriously, we shouldn't judge a book by it's cover. but it is for the sake of writing fiction, which isn't real.

from there, think about their personality and how you could twist that into pure, raw emotion. if someone's constantly happy, imagine how they could be when they're alone. sometimes the happiest, loudest people can be the most quiet and mentally conflicted (in terms of dealing with stress, sadness and those conflicting emotions) individuals when no one's watching.

i like to include something that personally makes me open up emotionally. that being said don’t be shy to explore topics that can be difficult to talk about openly! emotions are crazy bro. if there's something that hits you differently in terms of romance, etc. for example: you have a hard time loving others because you don't even love yourself. it can be sort've fleshed out into a bunch of small one-liners. and yes, i mean literal one-liners: just a sentence.

for example: "i just want to be happy."

a sentence like that shows (imo) the emotional decay and struggle that someone could be facing alone. it's a sentence that could be said with sarcasm, dripping with dark humour, or it could be a sentence of someone speaking their emotional thoughts aloud for the first time. i personally like to take the latter, the angst route is my favourite. especially since human emotions are so complex and very hard to navigate so there really isn't a wrong answer when writing.

from there you can expand. how do you want the character to proceed? are they going to be talking more, who are they talking to, etc. i personally like to add in a bit of the mise-en-scène (yes i throw this word around A LOT, but it's my favourite and something i always consider when writing.) adding in how the character feels emotionally, where they are and if that environment contributes to how they feel (for better or for worse) is important to describe and really flesh out the scene!

in continuation to the example:

“i just want to be happy…”

sungchan hears the way her breath falters, a slight crackle of static can be heard from the other side of the phone. the shuffling and shifting of bedsheets, blankets make themselves known, and he just knows she's drowning within her emotions. he doesn't push it, nor does he say anything. the silence continues to drone on for a few moments. allowing you to regain your composure, one that he knows you're struggling to keep pieced together.

it's almost as though he can picture your bottom lip quivering. a desperate attempt at silencing your emotions. feelings that had lingered far too long within the confinements of your mind. ones that had begun to seep past the windows of your soul, dripping down your cheeks like rain on a glass pane.

a sniffle rings through the phone, followed by a soft gasp. the way your breath re-introduces itself into the phone makes his heart stop. you'd been holding it all in. even something as simple as your breathing, was presented shyly to him. no matter how many times you'd shown your vulnerable emotions to him, you still felt afraid. afraid that he'd judge you, that he'd leave you behind.

but he hasn't and he won't. at least it's something that he's beginning to have a hard time convincing himself about. it's a scenario he's grown to know all too well. one where you're laying in that bed of yours, unable to sleep with your eyes focused on the plain, white ceiling above. it's a place you never leave. not unless, you find yourself sprawled out naked in his. at least then, you'd never be crying. the self-loathing had only ever commenced when you were alone.

anyways yeah I wrote that on a whim so obviously not the best (it's ass) but blah blah blah i also recommend never stopping with the first draft. look back on the paragraphs and re-write them directly under the first copy but allow yourself to filter out through some words, adding in new ones.

i almost always rewrite a story everytime I review it until I’m happy with the final copy! i personally enjoy using imagery (i'm not that good at it, but it's fun) it's also important to find your own tone, your own voice because that will distinctly make your work stand out from others because of how you are telling the story to your viewers! so yeah for myself when I write: IF IM HURTING MY GOAL IS TO MAKE YOU HURT WITH ME LETS CRY TOGETHER. then we can connect and discuss our emotions afterwards, maybe kiss, jk. unless? lmao jk.

final note: write for yourself. the best works come from what you’re personally content with and enjoy reading. people will find you this way and they’ll stick with you! your confidence can be a learning journey that other viewers can feed off of! energy is important! good luck!

[stories-me]

Potential Character for Mrs. Kelsey and Tumblr 4/30/2024:

Cheermole, Shy Morale-Booster:

What she’s from: Gamma World (maybe).

Background:

(Note: I'm not sure what sort of theme park the Performapals are a part of, I just made a guess or something)

In one worldline, a bunch of artificial life-forms were created as “living mascots” for a beloved bunch of theme parks. Called the “Performapals”, their only goal was to help and entertain everyone around them.

One figure created was a rather ironic creature: Cheermole, a being created to keep morale of her fellow Performapals (and others) up. There was just one problem with this: She was painfully shy, and lacking in self-confidence. She spent much of her time hiding underground or attempting to hide behind her pom-poms. She had a few friends, including the greaser-esque Swordfish. Like the others, she revered her creators (the “Makers”), and trusted in their plan for her and her fellow Performapals.

Then, one day, the Big Mistake (known to the Performapals as the “Showstopper”) occurred, and everything changed. Like the others, she remembers where she was and what she was doing on that terrible day (sort of like how a person might remember where he was or what he was doing on 9-11 or during Pearl Harbor): She was involved in a show, and did her best to help keep morale up among those who were helping evacuate the park.

As time wore on and news came in about everything that was happening and people came to the park less and less, Cheermole and her fellow Performapals watched with abject horror and confusion: Why would the Makers (who were seen as wise and benevolent creatures who only wanted what was best for them) allow this? Why would ANY human (who the Performapals saw as kind and gentle creatures that came into their lives to play with them and have fun with them and be entertained by them) commit such madness? Even the wisest among the Performapals had no answers.

At some point, Cheermole had a sobering and worrying thought: What if the Showstopper was some kind of punishment from the Makers? Did they do something wrong? Didn’t they make humans happy anymore? Even as her friends assured her that this wasn’t their fault, she still worried.

To make matters worse, “humans” (at least, they were MOSTLY looking like humans) came… but they weren’t like the humans they were used to. They were mean, and had guns. And then Wilton Dempsey, one of the greatest of the Makers, returned… but something was wrong with him. He began making suggestions for the park. Suggestions that didn’t seem very “fun” in the eyes of the Performapals.

Now, others begin coming, and Cheermole and her fellow Performapals must decide what to do about this situation. Whatever their choice, it will likely be spectacular.

How she is like me:

I’m not exactly SHY, per se, but I don’t always talk at times. Plus, various social situations affect me in various ways. Social situations like Inspire, where people make noise, sometimes, and do things that frustrate me. I do my best to endure, doing things like going somewhere else to calm down.

Kelsey Notes:

As you continue to grow and progress, you become more aware of complex social situations going on in everyday life and in the world

It can be scary when you start to realize that you can’t trust everyone like you used

As you progress, you start to balance out your shyness because you are able to tolerate social situations you weren’t able to handle because you now have better coping skills

Still, at times, having better understanding to how the world works, it can be overwhelming and you can develop anxieties that cause you to question your ability to handle stressful situations

As adults, we deal with rewards and punishments less- we have to face upsetting or disappointing others because of our actions with that being the main consequence of our actions. 

This can make us feel guilty which can moticate us  to make better choices in the future because we don’t want to let anyone down

As you make this transition, catastrophizing can cause our judgement to get clouded and our anxieties to take control

[tameodesza]

Househusband AU Headcanon 2: Spicy Edition 🥵

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a/n: Contemplated posting this or another regular HC, but it’s what the people deserve

Top/bottom dynamics

💍 Bret always tops, but he’s not opposed to bottoming. He’s done it once in his life in his younger years, but he was inexperienced then, and it was rushed and uncomfortable 💍 But although the experience wasn’t great, he wouldn’t hesitate to do it for Shawn. 💍 Shawn’s not interested at all in topping though 💍 “It’s too much work” was always Shawn’s complaint. 💍 Which Bret thought was ironic since Shawn did most of the work in the bedroom anyways as a power bottom – riding Bret into oblivion, constantly switching positions, telling Bret to fuck him harder, faster, or slower (whichever would get him to cum quicker)

Who usually initiates sex?

💍 Shawn…no shocker. 💍 He blames Bret for leaving him home alone for extended periods of time 💍 Bret sometimes has to forcefully detach himself from Shawn after returning home to an eager Shawn who was ready to jump his bones 💍 “Let me at least get my shoes off” was Bret’s desperate plea one evening when Shawn latched himself onto the older man, devouring him as soon as he walked through the front door 💍 “You can take them off after we have sex!”

What’s their sex life like?

💍 Their sex life has evolved vastly over the years 💍 Initially, Bret and Shawn had very opposite preferences in the bedroom, and it took some time to find common ground 💍 Bret’s more of a tender lover. He gives gentle touches and loves praising Shawn, especially when the younger man’s sucking his dick – saying how good of a job Shawn’s doing, how beautiful Shawn looks with his dick in his mouth, encouragingly caressing and petting Shawn on the head to continue 💍 Shawn loved every minute of it. Bret’s praises and affection served as a confidence booster that Bret liked what he was doing 💍 Bret doesn’t like making Shawn feel owned, like he doesn’t have a choice, like he’s a piece of property 💍 Shawn usually appreciates the sentiment. He really does. But when it comes to sex, he’s quite the opposite. He likes being dominated, feeling possessed …maybe even being slapped around a little. 💍 Before getting with Bret, Shawn was used to quick, rough, and some may even say aggressive sex. It was what he expected. So it was quite the culture shock for him when Bret voiced his reluctance. 💍 Bret’s discovery of Shawn’s kink came at the most inopportune time – while he was balls deep inside of Shawn. He’d admittedly been a little rougher than usual (being on the road for months without your husband will do that to a man) and when he happened to look down, seeing tears pooling in Shawn’s eyes, he immediately stopped in concern 💍 However, he soon learned that was the opposite of what Shawn wanted:

“Why’d you stop” Shawn asked, borderline whining, as he attempted to grind his hips up against Bret

Bret forcefully held Shawn’s hips in place as he said incredulously “You’re crying”

Shawn let out a breathy laugh before saying, “That’s because you’re fucking me so good. Keep going”

💍 Bret’s random display of aggression gave into Shawn’s desires, the younger man being driven to tears, overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure he was experiencing 💍 But it was hard for Bret to see it that way. He thought he was hurting Shawn and that Shawn was just too nice to say so. 💍 They had to have a long talk about it. Shawn explaining that he’s kind of into that sort of stuff, Bret saying it worries him and he doesn’t find pleasure in harming Shawn. If anything, it was a turn off. 💍 After Shawn explained that it didn’t harm him, that it was doing quite the opposite, Bret became more open to exploring what satisfied Shawn. “As long as I’m not choking you, we’re good,” Bret said jokingly. Unbeknownst to him, Shawn sadly crossed off choking from his list of fun bedroom activities 💍 It was hard for Bret to get there initially. He didn’t think pain and sex should be in the same category. But once he saw how much of a turn on it was for Shawn, he slowly began letting his guard down – gripping Shawn harder, tugging at his hair, saying Shawn belongs to him. 💍 Still a bit vanilla compared to Shawn’s standards, but Shawn appreciated the effort 💍 That’s not to say they have any problems getting each other off. Shawn’s experienced some of the most intense orgasms under Bret’s doing, nearly screaming as he cums 💍 And surprisingly to Shawn, many of those moments were when Bret wasn’t being rough. Bret puts in a lot of care and takes a slow and steady approach to sex. It’s a lot of build up to the big moment which makes Shawn anticipate it even more, his intense orgasms to show for it. 💍 But Shawn can bring out Bret’s wild side. There are a few tricks he does purposely with the goal of bringing out Bret’s aggression or frustration – like blowing Bret up until the point he’s about to cum, just to pull off at the last second depriving him of an orgasm. That was usually enough motivation for Bret to plow into the younger man, much to Shawn’s delight 💍 Things are a lot better now for the two. Years of dating and being married helped Bret better understand Shawn’s desires, and Shawn better understand Bret’s limitations.

Favorite position

💍 Face down, ass up for Shawn. He loves how much control it gives Bret to do whatever he wants with his body, Shawn taking it with no hesitation. 💍 Selfishly, it’s also his favorite position because it’s one where Bret tends to be the most aggressive, especially when nearing his end, causing him to grip Shawn’s hips bruisingly tighter as he quickens his pace. 💍 Bret’s favorite position is missionary. Not as exciting as Shawn’s, but the position gives Bret the best view of his husband. 💍 He thinks Shawn looks the most beautiful like this, face screwed up in pleasure, sweat beaming down his temples, arms tightly wrapped around his shoulders, begging Bret for more. It feels more intimate. Plus it gives him better access to kiss Shawn whenever he wants

Turn ons

💍 Shawn’s belly ring is a big turn on for Bret. He still couldn’t believe the man got it while he was away. It was quite a sight to see when Shawn was riding his dick  💍 Bret’s also turned on by Shawn’s heart tattoo on his right ass cheek, which he gets a good view of in Shawn’s favorite position  🤭 💍 Bret’s big, calloused hands were a turn on for Shawn  simply because it allowed Bret to get a good grip on him, especially when pounding into Shawn from behind. 💍 They also fit nicely on Shawn’s ass cheeks, guiding him up and down as he rides Bret cock. 💍 Bret’s fingers were also pretty girthy and made fingering Shawn an enjoyable experience

Have they ever gotten caught in the act?

💍 Yes. By Owen. Twice. (poor guy) 💍 The first time was when Owen didn’t know Shawn was in town for a house show and he walked into his shared hotel room with Bret, screaming in horror when his eyes laid upon the scene. 💍 Luckily for him, Bret and Shawn were under the covers and the lights were off except for the bedside lamp, so he didn’t see anything. But boy did he wish he were deaf so he could get the sound of Shawn’s moans and his brother’s grunts out of his head 💍 However, he wasn’t so lucky the second time, this time being in his shared locker room with Bret. Owen’s since vowed that he’s scarred for life after opening the door to see Shawn bent over, getting his back blown out by Bret right next to his very own locker! 💍 Owen now makes sure to knock on their locker room or hotel room door before entering. 💍 Basically, it’s safe to assume that if both men are out of sight, they’re probably having sex.

Extras:

💍 Shawn has a horrible gag reflex. It legitimately bums him out because it makes deep throating Bret nearly impossible. And it doesn’t make Bret worry any less about him when he nearly chokes on his cock

💍 They eventually had to come up with a safe word because apparently to Shawn, his pleas of “stop” or “I can’t take it anymore” means keep going.

💍 Bret’s injuries sometimes disrupts their bedroom activities

Injured knee? Welp, it’s gonna be harder to do doggy style.

Broken nose? Looks like Shawn’s not getting his dick sucked.

And the infamous “You injured your hand? Who's gonna jerk me off?!” to which Bret promptly reminded Shawn that he could do that himself