#feel free to ignore that part if it doesn't apply

[moonydustx]

A not so funny story

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Summary: With Uta controlling everyone and the marine attacking, you needed to contain an unconscious Law who was looking to join the fight. Now, you need to deal with the consequences of him finding out about this.

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x F!Reader

Warnings: blood, Law hurts Reader (not on purpose), they both love each other, but they are idiots who don't know how to talk. Law doesn't know how to express his feelings in this one. Angst, kinda fluff/happy ending.

W/C: 3.6k

A/N: I just saw the movie Red and the idea came to my mind. I need to shake off the rust and get back to writing, I thought it would be a good solution. Despite being linked to the film OP Red, there may be some things that differ from the canon.

For those who haven't seen the film, a spoiler-free context: in the film, we see a singer called Uta, who Bepo is a fan of and, together with Law, go to the show. Problems happen, she puts everyone to sleep and with her power, she manipulates these sleeping people to fight with other people who want to stop her.

italics apply to flashbacks and thoughts

Part 2 | Part 3 (NSFW)

The cold stone beneath you contrasted with your hot, sweaty body. You could feel the wounds burning on your body and if you reached out your hand, you could find the cause of them, your captain.

In the distance, you could hear someone calling your name and it didn't take long for Penguin to appear in your field of vision.

"Are you okay?"

"He gave me a hard time, but I'm fine. And you?" You grumbled, sitting up and taking in your surroundings. Apparently everyone had gone back to sleep.

"We're tired but fine. You're bleeding, do you need any help?"

"Everything is fine." You stood, with his help. "We need to get them out of here, I doubt the marines will miss the chance to catch so many pirates gathered in one place. At the very least, this will end in a fight."

You chose to help carry Bepo back to Polar Tang. Even though he was big, sharing the weight would be much easier than carrying Law alone. As soon as you entered the submarine, you disappeared from sight, leaving all of Uta's fight behind.

"Do you guys need help? I can see some pretty bad injuries from here." Ikkaku approached, already stopping the blood on your forehead. "Are they both okay?"

"We should take them to the infirmary and keep them under observation." you warned, seeing two other crew members carry them out of sight. "Can we get away from the fight?"

"Yeah, off their radar." someone answered you in the background.

"Perfect, keep us at this depth, keep an eye on the radios, any sign of change, if Law hasn't woken up, you look for me." You leaned against one of the tables, trying to ignore some of the pain in your body.

It was supposed to be just a quick show, at least that's what Bepo had said. Unfortunately for Law, he ended up being the polar bear's requested companion.

"Sure you don't want to change places with me?" Law appeared next to you, while you finished cleaning the kitchen.

"No captain, I'll be right here, with my duties." You smiled at him and, despite being frustrated, he let out a sideways smile.

"You know that I'm the captain right? That I can give the order and you have to go and I don't."

"You wouldn't be so mean, would you?" you asked indignantly and on one of the few occasions, you heard him laugh, even if it was low tone. "Captain!"

"I'm kidding. Just keep an eye on everything, okay? Don't let Shachi and Penguin cause any trouble."

"Yes, sir. And you, enjoy the show."

You were almost regretting not accepting the proposal. Law would certainly be much better at containing you and preventing you from getting into a big fight than you would be doing the opposite. But you liked the idea of ​​him trusting you.

"Everything is alright?" Ikkaku took you out of your reverie, noticing your body slightly bent and the blood falling on your forehead.

"Try holding back a furious Trafalgar Law from wanting to get into a fight and tell me if that's okay." You laughed, even though it took some of the air out of you. "Just a few bruises, nothing major."

"Come on, I'll help you take care of this." Ikkaku gently pulled you by the hand.

"Boys, do you deal with them?" you asked and they both nodded. "If Law wakes up, don't say anything to him about our little fight."

"You mean, about the big fucking beating he gave you?" Shachi teased you, earning a push.

"Exactly. He has bigger problems to worry about than dealing with this."

You and Ikkaku headed towards the dorm you shared. Your friend made a point of supporting you at every step, even if you insisted it wasn't necessary. She sat you down on the bed and grabbed a small first aid kit hidden on one of the shelves.

"Why not tell the captain?"

"Outch" you mumbled with one of the stitches she had on your face. "I have a feeling he's not going to like that we got into this fight without his presence."

"I think he'll be more resentful that you were the one who held him back." You laughed at her silly observation, then grumbled with another needle. Damn fight. "Don't act stupid."

"What you mean?"

"I'll let you choose. Between you being the only one who can steal books from him without him complaining or about every time we disembark, you having to be on his side. Should I mention that time he freaked out because Kid wanted to take you to the crew from him?" she laughed to herself, at her own memory. "What do you need to see that he likes you too?"

"And who said I like him?"

"Okay, you still want to keep hiding your feelings for him, just hide it better." she laughed again. It was clear to her - and anyone else who saw - that there was something between the two of you. You just prefer not to feed this illusion. "Still, I agree that he won't like all this one bit. Let's try to keep out of his sight."

Law was still trying to assimilate everything that happened. Uta's show had turned into a war scene and in the end, even he had become a puppet. That idea would haunt him for a long time.

Despite recent events, Polar Tang was quiet, too quiet. He could hear some buzzing, nothing he could identify. Another thing he couldn't place was you. The last time he saw you, he had tried to bargain for your presence at the show, even though he had asked to change places with you, he didn't think the idea of ​​going with you was bad. You'd probably hate the song, but he'd enjoy your sarcastic comments about any awkward situation. A small laugh crossed his lips when he thought about what you would say to see little Bepo.

At dinner, he observed Shachi, Penguin and Bepo, talking to each other. The concerned expressions denoted the seriousness of the matter, but that could come later. Even though he slept through it all, he still felt tired.

At lunch the next day, again, nothing from you. Ikkaku was also missing. It was impossible for the two of them to have disappeared together and without any justification. He tried not to think about the worst-case scenarios, but no matter how much he denied it, he wasn't such an optimistic person.

It only took a few seconds of your three companions stalling for him to know that you and Ikkaku were up to something or had already been up to something. He left them behind, following with firm steps to your room.

"I didn't see you two at lunch or yesterday at dinner, I wanted to know..." you two found Law leaning against the door of your room. His relaxed position disappeared in seconds when he looked at where Ikkaku's hand joined your forehead. "What happened?"

"Just a few scratches, nothing major." your colleague replied before you could open your mouth. She knew - actually, you weren't that good at hiding it - about your feelings and how easily you could wrap your head around your own words.

"Yeah, they're from yesterday, some scratches." you tried to complement, the captain's serious expression made it clear that that hadn't helped at all.

"Nothing much and that's why you haven't shown up since yesterday?" he grumbled and before he could continue his lecture, he felt his body being pushed forward, with Bepo, Shachi and Penguin falling beside him. "What the fuck?"

"We just wanted to know if you already know that she was the one..." before the bear finished speaking, the other two covered his mouth.

The grey eyes trailed from you to Ikkaku, to the group lying next to him, and back to you again. The small stress that was forming inside Law turned into concern when he saw the small trickle of blood dripping from your eyebrow.

It only took a few moments away for you to appear like that and he would never tolerate that, you didn't need to know about his feelings or how he was already thinking about taking revenge on whoever had done that, he would deal with it after taking care of your wound .

"Everyone out." you made to follow Ikkaku, stopping a few meters away. "Not you, I need to see this."

The door to the small room knocked subtly behind Law, who waited for a few seconds to approach you. The two of you already had a considerable height difference, but when you felt Law's cold, tattooed fingers on your chin, you felt even smaller. He turned both sides of your face, despite the cold touch, you could feel your skin burn beneath his fingers.

"You're warm, but I don't see any trace of infection." Not this one, you thought. "Give me the name?"

"Name?"

"Which idiot did this?" he replied without much patience, his fingers leaving your face behind.

"This is going to be a funny story." you laughed, stopping immediately when you saw him look deep into your eyes, his expression serious in an almost irritating way.

"Someone decided to hurt one of my crew. I don't think it's such a funny story. Who did it?"

"Captain of the Heart Pirates, Trafalgar Law." your answer didn't seem to catch him instantly, with each word that left your mouth, you could see him getting paler and paler. "I believe you already know, but Uta managed to control everyone who was asleep to attack the pirates and the marines and with that, you and Bepo were also controlled. The boys held Bepo and I had to deal with you, but everything is fine. "

"They told me about Bepo..." he seemed lost for words, taking a certain distance from you and leaning on the small table in your room. "So you restrained me, alone?"

"You, actually Uta, didn't have access to your Devil Fruit powers, it ended up being easier. After all, our mission was just to keep you two away from the navy." you explained, leaning on the opposite side to where he was, seeing his crestfallen expression. "Like I said, it's okay captain."

"Where else did I hurt you?" the question took you by surprise, making it difficult to hide your reaction. "I know my strength, I have a feeling it wasn't just that. I could see it myself, but I trust you, so please."

With your fists clenched and your gaze following your every step, Law could see your hand go to your ribs, along with a grumble, as you bent down to pick up a small cloth and fill it with something that smelled similar to alcohol. As much as he noticed you trying hard, he could see you limping. He watched you smear the contents on one of your cheeks and your arm, revealing some bruises.

You stopped in front of him, letting him analyze. Despite the pain throughout your body, Law's proximity was almost like an anesthetic. If he stayed there, you wouldn't mind spending the day under his gaze. Law took your arm, gently sliding his fingers under the bruise, watching you flinch in discomfort. His hands practically put your arm back in place and placed themselves on the zipper of your jumpsuit.

Your hands placed themselves next to his, pulling the device and opening the entire piece. Of all the times he had dreamed of touching your skin, none had felt like this. He liked to imagine how soft it would be, to think about how your body would shiver, to feel with his own lips every piece of exposed skin, while he heard you ask for more. All the purple spots he had dreamed of leaving on your skin were nothing like the one he saw. Thoughts would need to be put aside at that moment.

His hand knocked down one side of your jumpsuit, showing the large bruise on your rib, which made him hold his breath for a few seconds.

"What else?" his voice was barely audible. He knew there was more to it, but he didn't want to be invasive.

"Just this cut." you took off the other strap of your jumpsuit and let it fall below your waist, showing the wound on your thigh. It wasn't that big, but when you both looked at the place, you understood where all the warmth in your body was coming from. "Shit. It wasn't like this last time I looked." actually it was, you just wanted to spare him the worry.

You adjusted your jumpsuit, leaving the top hanging around your waist. Your eyes searched for Law's, but he seemed to be far away, even just a few centimeters away. For some time, he didn't say anything. His eyes followed one point you had shown and others, looking for other signs. His hands prostrated in front of his body, why had he done that? Why hurt you?

"Law?"

"I...I..." the words seemed stuck somewhere inside him. His hands placed themselves next to your face, a gesture you hadn't received from him yet. "I don't know how to apologize. Forgive me, I didn't want any of this to happen."

"No need, Law, really. I was doing what any of us would do, taking care of our crew, taking care of our captain."

Again the words seemed to have escaped him. He just wished he could hold you and apologize a thousand times, hold you there and heal every little part of you and never allow anything to hurt you again. Some conscious side of him screamed in the background that this wasn't anyone's fault, but the sound seemed so far away to hear, while the picture of what he had done was so close to him.

A few seconds passed, his hands were still on your face, while you just enjoyed the awkward affection you received. He didn't know how to deal with that feeling, it was a guilt like he had never felt. Along with a fear, a need to see you well. There were too many things to deal with and at that moment, he chose to be the most rational one.

"It's infected and may have broken something." Law let his medical side take control of the situation. "Room. Shambles."

Before you even noticed the blue dome surrounding you, the two of you had already been transported to the infirmary. You remained standing in your place as you watched the captain hurriedly walk around the room, collecting some materials and before you could try to get on the stretcher, the two of you were already being taken to another place.

The table full of books, the small window of the Polar Tang showing some little orange fish passing by outside, a cozy bed, even with the sheets spread out. That definitely wasn't your room. You watched Law leave the materials on the table and reach Kikoku. You saw the blue dome again, this time, you knew that he was using his powers to confirm that you had indeed presented all your injuries to him.

"I was worried about your rib, but apparently it was just the bruise. Now about your leg, I may need to redo those stitches and medicate you. I can't let the infection spread."

You knew he was nervous, bordering on anxious, but you had known him long enough to know that stopping him from treating you would be even worse. You had chosen to hide your injuries so that Law wouldn't feel guilty, now that he knew, you didn't have much else to do.

"Law." you called out to him carefully, as he prepared the medication. "Do you mind if I bathe first?"

"Sure, I mean, no problem. Just wait a second." He walked away from the table and piled up some things, which he handed into your hand. "Here's my towel, I also left some clothes in case you want to use them, if you don't want to, that's okay. I can ask Ikkaku..."

"This is perfect, thank you Law." you hugged the small bundle of clothes close to your body.

"Room." again, in a matter of seconds, you were at the bathroom door. "I'm sorry, but your leg is really hurt, you shouldn't force it while walking."

"Okay" unlike the time he had taken you to the infirmary, now he had transported you close to each other, which made the air disappear from your lungs. "Can you wait for me? I mean, you said I wouldn't I should force my leg and..."

"I'll be outside, just call me and I'll be here." Please call me, Law's inner voice practically screamed.

Your shower was much quicker than you expected. Just knowing that he was waiting for you outside made butterflies fight in your stomach. You gently dried your body and took the clothes he had given you. Something that looked like shorts - it might have been underwear, but you didn't worry about that right now - and a black button-down shirt. As soon as you button the last button, you can pay attention to the smell of the fabric. Something soft, woody, you wondered if that was his scent.

"Law?" All it took was a small call and he soon entered the bathroom. Not as discreetly as he expected, his eyes roamed your body. "Can you help me?"

"Of course" your feet left the floor, giving you a few seconds to assimilate that he had picked you up and carried you back to the room. He hadn't done this before, but you preferred to just enjoy the sensation, locking your arms around his neck.

With a few steps inside the room, he placed you lying on the bed, pulling a rod further to the side, only then did you notice the hanging IV.

Law bent down, reaching your arm level, cleaning it with a small piece of cotton. He looked at the wound on your leg. In silence, he cleaned the area and took some bandages, placing them across the entire length of the wound. The contrast between your warm skin and his cold hands was strangely comfortable. You wished they would last a little longer there.

"I think we can leave these stitches for another day, but I need you to take this medicine. It's an antibiotic, the infection is small, but I'd rather take care of it soon." He pulled the small needle, seeing your face pale. "I'm sorry darling, but it's the best option we have."

Darling.

That word would echo in your mind for a long time. The fear of the needle that was about to come into contact with your skin eased when you saw the care he took with each gesture.

"Just don't look, okay?" He waited for you to close your eyes. "Just a few seconds and that's it. You'll feel sleepy, but that's normal. As soon as you wake up, I'll bring you something to eat."

He got up and started to adjust the pillows on the bed, the ones that were around and under you. His hands rested around your body, his body was on top of yours, even without any immediate contact. It was inevitable not to get lost in his eyes, or see him do the same with yours. You would like to engrave that in your memory, forever.

"Are you comfortable?" his face still had the same tense expression from the first moment he found you in the room.

"I am, I promise." you replied, in a burst of courage, you brought your hand to his face, touching his cheek. "Law, what worries you so much?"

He walked away, sitting at the foot of the bed. You just straightened up so you could look at him. His tattooed hands took off his hat, fingers tangling against the dark strands.

"I can't deal with the fact that I did this. I did this to you. Of all the people that could have been there, I hurt you." he grumbled, turning so he could look at you. "You do not understand."

"Actually, I understand." your answer left him stunned for a few seconds. "But don't blame yourself, you didn't choose this, captain"

"I know, but at the same time..." he huffed, trying to find the right words, which scratched his insides every time he looked at your scourged face. "You understand me, huh? I mean, I don't just see you as a crew member and something tells me you don't just see me as your captain. And knowing that of all the things that could have happened, I hurt you. I promise compensate you for everything."

"About what you said, about what we see in each other." your thought was interrupted by a long yawn. "What should we do about this?" You made to get up, but the IV attached seemed to transmit drowsiness straight to your body. Your eyes were already starting to get heavy.

"That we can deal with this later. You took care of me, now it's my duty to take care of you. For that, you need to rest." His hands reached yours, giving a slight laugh when he saw you fighting with your own eyes, wanting to leave them open. "I promise not to hurt you again or let anyone else hurt you."

Before you fall asleep for good, you can feel his lips on your hand.

[mydearzero]

i need jealous spencer SO BAD if he sees a guy flirting with you it would drive him crazy, no thinking, he just has to have you and everyone needs to know that you're his and only his, smut pls with praise (“good girl” 🥰) THANK U SO MUCH ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Thank you for the request and for reading!! I got inspired to write this as a continuation of Prey, so that's what it'll be! I hope you enjoy ♡

Predator | Professor!Spencer Reid x Reader

This is a part 2 to Prey, but can be read as a standalone.

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18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Summary: You apparently have a knack for picking up FBI agents. But if prison has taught Spencer one thing, it's that sharing is not his forté.

Contents: NO Y/N, fem!Reader, SMUT, professor/student relationship, age gap, dom/sub, dom!Spencer, sub!reader, public sex, penetrative sex, oral sex (f rec), unprotected sex, creampie, jealousy, possessiveness, praise kink, a lil bit of degradation, exhibitionism. If I missed any warnings please tell me!

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You didn't know what you'd expected after finally getting what you wanted. Sure, you weren't going to date your professor. Yet, you had expected Reid to at least acknowledge what had happened between the two of you. Maybe tell you to keep it to yourself, bribe you to not tell a soul. 

Nothing. Not a peep. 

It didn't help he was only on campus sporadically. You tended to forget teaching was only his temporary side gig. He had to go back to catching bad guys. So much for your eye candy. 

You couldn't let yourself dwell on Dr. Spencer Reid. It was a one-time thing, and he probably regretted it. He'd let his desires get the best of him. 

You sighed as you applied some chapstick, checking your hair in the mirror before turning to put on your coat. It was just drinks with friends, but you were in no mood to be social. You hadn't told them about your stint with Spencer and weren't planning on telling them anytime soon. They just knew you were hung up on someone and would likely try to set you up to help you get over it. 

It wasn't fair you were even hung up about it. You didn't have feelings for him. He was just so intriguing. It was hard to see him go. You sighed and locked the door behind you, greeting your friends and getting in the car towards O'Keeffe's. 

Loud music, conversation and laughter met your ears as you entered the bar. You threw a quick glance around the crowded room, spotting an open spot at the bar. You got the attention of your friends, pointing to the free space. 

Spencer chuckled at one of Penelope's jokes, but his smile quickly dropped as he saw you walk into the team's favourite bar. You obviously hadn't spotted him, engrossed in a conversation with a girl he'd previously seen in his class. He sighed, sipping his drink and trying to pull his attention away from you. 

"What is it, Spence?" JJ inquired. He shook his head in dismissal. 

"It's nothing, just a couple of students from my class," Spencer explained, letting his eyes wander over your body just this once. 

"That doesn't look like nothing, boy wonder," Emily raised an eyebrow, following his gaze. 

"Just some unfinished business, is all. Nothing interesting." 

Nothing interesting. Spencer scoffed to himself. Even he didn't believe it. He was glad his break from the BAU was over, not having to force himself to ignore your inquiries any longer. He'd been reckless, and now he'd have to live with the consequences. The consequences haunted his mind every time he closed his eyes. 

Please, Spencer. Please.

Your desperate words echoed around his head. He should've never given in. 

"Do tell more, my inconspicuous sage," Penelope leaned her head on her crossed fingers, a big grin on her face. 

"There's nothing to tell, Garcia. They're my students," Spencer shrugged. He had a superb poker face, but nothing could be hidden from his team. 

JJ narrowed her eyes at him, trying to figure it out. Emily was way ahead of her, letting out a pleasantly surprised scoff. "You animal! You slept with one of them!" 

"Will you keep it down?!" Spencer whisper-yelled. Realizing he hadn't denied it, he looked at the glass in his hands, refusing to meet the girls' eyes. 

"I see you, Casanova. Wouldn't have pegged you the type," Penelope laughed. Spencer shook his head.

"Because I'm not! It was a mistake," it was more to convince himself than the others. 

"So, which one is it?" JJ questioned, wanting to discuss his type with the girls. 

Spencer refused to look in the direction of the bar, not wanting to give anything away. "Can we please just change the subject?"

"No can do, Spence. Now, is it the tall, leggy blonde? Oh! Is it the one talking to the newbie?" That caught Spencer's attention. 

"What?" His head snapped up, turning to where you were leaning against the bar, Luke Alvez whispering in your ear. Spencer's grip on his glass tightened as he observed your pleasant smile. He squinted his eyes, trying to make out what Alvez possibly could've said to paint that smile on your face. The smile he'd wrongly presumed was reserved for him. 

"Oh, that's the one, alright." Emily laughed. Spencer snapped out of his jealous tunnel vision, trying to appear unaffected by the situation. Damn you, Alvez. He was supposed to go and get drinks, not flirt with girls barely over the legal drinking age. He crossed his arms and tried to tune in on the girls' conversation. 

"Look at him, definitely jealous. Crossed arms? Refusing to look in their direction? Chewing the inside of his mouth? Classic signs of jealousy." JJ spoke, gesturing to Spencer's body. He really regretted agreeing to go out. 

He watched you throw back the last of your drink, laughing at a story Luke told. 

"Do you have any pictures?" You asked. Luke had been telling you all about his Belgian Shepherd, Roxy. You couldn't even remember how the topic came up in the last ten minutes you'd been speaking with him. 

Luke was classically handsome. Toned, too. You admired his features, but condemned yourself for comparing them to a certain professor's. You'd approached him as he waited for his drinks, asking if you'd previously met. He looked familiar. You just couldn't put your finger on why. Surely you would've remembered meeting someone as handsome as him.

The mystery man had told you that, no, you hadn't met, but introduced himself as Luke Alvez. 

Luke showed you a few pictures of his adorable dog before continuing the conversation. "So, what do you do?" 

"I'm a full-time student, currently. You?" You got comfy leaning against the bar, enjoying his company. 

"I actually work for the FBI," Luke informed you. You nearly choked on your drink, instantly realizing why he'd been familiar. You'd done your research. 

"You wouldn't happen to be a part of the BAU?" You winced. 

"Yes, actually! How'd you kn-" 

Luke was cut off by a harsh grip on your upper arm. Your head turned, only to find the hand to be attached to the source of your dread. 

"Spencer? What are you doing here?" You tried to be casual, but you were panicking. Was he here with Luke? Or was it just a coincidence? 

"I could ask you the same thing," Spencer dejected. 

"I was actually talking to my new friend Luke here," you tugged your arm out of Spencer's grip, a challenging expression on your face. Luke looked uncomfortable, clearly already having figured out how you'd learned he was a part of the BAU. 

"Why do you have to be so fucking diff- No, you know what? I'm not doing this. Let's go," Spencer motioned towards the door of the bar. You furrowed your brows in confusion. First, he wanted nothing to do with you, and now he expected you to just leave with him without question? 

"What? No, I'm not leaving. I'm here with friends. Besides, why would I leave with you, Professor?" You questioned. Luke's expression changed to one of surprise. That definitely wouldn't have been his first guess, seeing as you'd called him 'Spencer.' 

"Is that Professor Reid? Oh my god, hi!" One of your friends finally noticed what was going down. Spencer gave her a tight-lipped smile and half-hearted raise of his hand. Their attention quickly returned to their previous conversation. 

Spencer looked agitated, taking a deep breath to recollect his bearings. "Please, just come with me," he pleaded quietly. You crossed your arms and huffed. 

"You can't go making demands, Spencer! Not when you've been ignoring me!" You tried to keep your volume down, trying to not give away what had obviously happened. 

Luke took that as his queue to leave, but not before earning a nasty look from Spencer. He raised his hands in defence. When Luke returned to the table, he was met with excited whispers from the girls. 

"I've never seen him like this," JJ exclaimed. They were all observing as you were arguing with Spencer. 

"I take it you know what's going on there?" Luke sat down, putting his beer next to Spencer's unfinished glass. 

"Oh, newbie. It's a true scandal. Our resident genius was very jealous of your new lady friend," Penelope clapped her hands together in excitement. 

"But she's his student, right?" 

"Exactly why it's such a scandal!" 

The team observed your body language as well as Spencer's. They noticed your defensive stance, a change from the relaxed one you'd had when talking to Luke. Spencer, too, exuded a different energy. He was clearly in charge of the conversation, domineering stance looking like his second nature. It was clear there was a side to him they hadn't seen, intentionally hidden away. 

"Oh Ehm Gee, look!" Penelope clamoured. 

Spencer had had enough, dragging you towards the bathroom instead of the door like he'd initially intended. He'd tried to hold back, but you made it so damn difficult. 

"Where are we going? Let me go," you struggled in his grip, nearly tripping over your feet as he dragged you to the bathroom. 

"You clearly need to be taught a lesson in respect," Spencer spat, pushing you into the women's bathroom and closing the door. 

"Stop it, Spencer. You're acting childish," you scoffed, trying to push past him out the door. 

"I'm being childish? What was that back there, then? Flirting with my coworker in front of me? That's a new low," Spencer mocked. His body language was hostile and distant. He was feeling worse about it than he was letting on. He clearly had unresolved feelings about your situation, just like you did. 

"I didn't even know he was your coworker! Or that you were here! And you've ignored me every time I've tried to talk to you! You don't get to stake some sort of claim over me!" You defended. Did he really expect you to just wait around for him? 

"I'm not staking a claim! I just assumed we had an understanding!" Spencer's voice was rising with every sentence he spoke. The small bathroom seemed to only get smaller as he towered over you. 

"What understanding, Spencer? We only fucked once," you sneered, rolling your eyes. 

"Did you just roll your eyes at me?" Spencer's tone shifted, simmering anger underlined with something you couldn't place. You searched his face for emotion but only found his tightened jaw and eyebrows raised in question. 

"So what if I did?" You challenged, crossing your arms. He wasn't backing down, staring into your eyes. You felt your resolve crumble little by little. 

"Bend over," Spencer demanded, motioning to the sink with his head. 

"I'm not bending over some gross bar sink! Especially not for you," you tried pushing past him again, to no avail. His hands found your upper arms, turning you around and pushing you over the sink. 

"You'll listen to me if you know what's good for you," Spencer whispered in your ear. The dampened bass thrumming through the closed bathroom door had nothing on your heartbeat. 

You awaited his hands against your ass, but they didn't come. You stayed in the position he'd put you in, waiting. Spencer stepped back, and you didn't dare move a muscle. 

"Hmm, good girl. See how easy it is to just listen?" He ran a hand over your back, stopping at the hem of your bottoms. You didn't reply, waiting with bated breath. 

"Now, do you remember the rules?" Spencer made eye contact through the mirror. You felt yourself nod before correcting the behaviour. 

"Yes, Sir," you were quick to stammer the words. 

"Good girl..." Spencer trailed off, hooking his fingers into your waistband and pulling everything down to your ankles, leaving you exposed. 

He admired your pussy, kicking your legs apart to give him a better view and access. He wasn't wasting any time this time around. He placed his hands on your ass, squatting down to be at face height with your nethers. You jumped and tried to contain your reaction as he licked a stripe between your folds. Your hand slapped over your mouth, begging nobody could hear what was going down. 

"Wait, Spencer. Lock the door," you remembered. 

"Shut up. Did I give you permission to speak?" Spencer spoke against the warmth between your legs. 

"N-no, Sir," you answered. Your eyes darted to the unlocked door again, anxious someone might walk in. It was a public bar, after all. You wanted to question him. What if someone walked in? But you knew better, keeping your lips sealed. 

Spencer resumed with his mouth on your cunt, slowly devouring and driving you crazy. Tremors built in your legs as he sped up his advances. The wet sounds of his tongue lapping at your clit reached your ears, sending blood rushing to your cheeks. You clenched your eyes shut and balled your fists, doing your best to withhold your reactions. 

"Fuck..." The soft whimper left your mouth as Spencer sucked harshly on your clit. It was almost enough to send you over the edge. Almost. Spencer seemed to know as much, teasing endlessly. You wanted to beg, plead with him to make you cum, but you knew any words from your mouth would urge him to do the opposite. 

The doorknob clicked, and you tried to kick Spencer away from you. His grip on your hips was unwavering as he maintained his eager actions. 

The door flew open, and an unknown girl shrieked at the sight before her before quickly backing out the door. You'd hidden your face to the best of your ability, but there was no doubt what was going on. The least you could do to spare your dignity was hide your identity. 

Your heart beat rapidly in your chest at the intrusion. Even though you hated that you'd gotten caught in such a compromising situation, you couldn't deny it was a little exhilarating to know anybody could walk in at any moment while Spencer had his way with you without a care in the world. 

"You liked getting caught, didn't you? That's what little whores like you get off on," Spencer muttered against your pussy. You shook your head, denying his accusation. 

Spencer got off the floor, and you met his gaze through the mirror. "No? You didn't like it? Then why'd you get so wet," his words were emphasized by the fingers running through your sensitive folds. You whined at the sensation, biting your lip. 

"Fine, have it your way," Spencer sighed, leaning over and finally locking the door. The damage had been done, anyway. 

"Get up and turn around," Spencer ordered. You quickly obeyed, spinning to face him. Your ass pressed into the sink as Spencer stepped closer. He observed you for a second, his right hand coming up to cup your cheek in a strangely intimate moment. 

He quickly snapped out of it, bringing the hand down to your chin and gripping it tightly. You attempted to beg him to continue without words, but he was taking his sweet time. While his touch was no longer tender, the unexpected kiss he planted on your lips could only be described as delicate. A promise. 

His lips quickly moved down your neck, sucking harshly in any open spot he could find. His hand went up to your hair as he put the other on your waist. He tugged strategically, intentionally messing up your put-together appearance. This, combined with the trail of bruises he was leaving on your neck, made one thing clear: He was marking his territory. A fond feeling you wanted to ignore, perhaps to preserve it for later, bloomed in your chest. 

Spencer pushed you backwards onto the stone sink. You crossed your fingers it was a sturdy one, knowing what Spencer likely had in mind. He stepped between your opened legs, unbuckling his belt with one hand as the other remained on your thigh, rubbing the skin and driving you crazy. 

He reached into his underwear, tugging his rock-hard cock out of its confines. He held it tightly in his fist, stroking it as he kept rubbing his fingers closer and closer to your heat. You would've easily been able to take his teasing if he hadn't left you hanging on the edge with his mouth. The seconds he spent stroking himself lazily as he watched you felt like torturous hours. 

Finally, he made contact, tapping the head of his dick against your clit crudely. The sensation made you jerk backwards. He placed his length between your lips, lazily sliding yet never pushing inside. Every time the tip hit your clit with the upwards motion of his hips, a meek noise escaped you. 

"What would Luke think if he saw you like this, huh? Think he'd still be all over you if he knew you were such a little slut for me?" He accentuated his words by finally thrusting inside, pulling a moan from your throat. 

"Bet you'd like that, huh? Having him walk in here? Have him watch as I ruin your little pussy?" You cried out at his words. You couldn't help but imagine it. 

"But you're my good girl, huh?" The slide of his cock against your walls felt phenomenal. You felt yourself tighten at his words. The ridge of his tip got stuck on your entrance, and Spencer chuckled. 

"So tight for me. My pussy," he continued pushing inside, ignoring how you squeezed around him. 

"Say it," he urged. "Tell me who this pussy belongs to." 

"You! Belongs to you, Sir," you whined. You felt your body slowly slip off the sink with every push. You brought your hands to Spencer's shoulders as leverage to keep yourself upright. 

"That's right, all mine," Spencer moaned. His voice was raspy. It was the sexiest thing you'd ever had the pleasure of hearing. 

"Let me hear you," he coaxed. You took it as permission to finally speak. 

"Please, Sir, more," you begged. You no longer had control over your body, throwing your head back and nearly crashing it into the mirror. Your throat was quickly becoming hoarse with the pleas and whines escaping it. 

"More what, sweetheart?" The nickname sounded anything but sincere, just like the last time he'd used it in his office. 

"Fuck- Spe- Sir, harder, please," you were gradually losing your sanity. Your nails dug into the skin of his neck in desperation. 

He fulfilled your request, speeding up the momentum of his hips. You could only hope the music from the bar drowned out the sound of his balls slapping against your cunt with every harsh thrust. The wet squelches coming from where your bodies connected were vulgar. 

"Fuck, baby. So good. Such a good girl for me," Spencer babbled as he leaned forward to plant a messy kiss on your lips. You kept him close with the hold on his neck. 

You brought your hands up to his delectable locks, tugging harshly when he hit the magic spot inside of you. 

"Spencer! Oh my god, please, don't stop," you exclaimed. He continued pounding into you roughly. 

"Nobody can fuck you like I can, nobody will make you feel like I do," Spencer groaned. He was right. He'd ruined you for anybody else the second he'd set foot on campus. 

"O-oh, shit..." Spencer whimpered. If his rough voice was sexy, then Professor Spencer Reid whimpering in your ear in desperation as he neared his climax was on another level. The filthy whispers and sounds falling from his lips were enough to bring you back to the brink. 

"Fuck, Professor," you moaned. It snapped something in Spencer, whose hips stuttered. His pace turned brutal. 

"Say that again," he commanded. Who knew his official title would've set him off? 

"Please, Professor," you whined. The noises falling from your lips sounded foreign to your ears. Frenzied moans left you as Spencer brought his hand to your clit, rubbing circles in tandem with his thrusts. 

"Good girl," Spencer moaned. "Such a good girl for me." You could tell he was about to cum, mirroring your own predicament. 

"Fuck... Let them hear, baby. Tell them who's making you cum," Spencer's hips pressed hard against your own. 

"Spencer, oh- shit," you were no longer holding back. 

"That's right, cum for me." 

His words sent you over the edge, vision momentarily going black as your toes curled. You felt your legs shake as Spencer pushed inside one last time, cock pulsing as he shot his cum deep inside. It was concerning how quickly you'd come to love that specific feeling. 

He allowed you a second to catch your breath before he pulled out of you, tucking himself back into his pants and buckling his belt. He wasted no time, gathering some toilet paper from one of the stalls and carefully cleaning you up. He threw the paper in the toilet and flushed it, turning his attention back to you. 

He bent down, placing a peck on your mound. "All mine."

You scoffed at the action, pushing him away. "You sap." 

"Caught me," Spencer smiled softly, helping you off the sink. You pulled your bottoms back up, cringing at the wet feeling of his cum trickling down. 

"Spencer, I can't go out there like this," you gestured to your exterior. 

"You can and you will, c'mon," he placed a hand on the small of your back, ushering you to the exit. You did your best to rearrange your clothes to look somewhat presentable, but there was only so much you could do with your dishevelled appearance. The messy hair, ruined makeup and blotches splattered over your neck would be enough to give away what had happened. 

Your eyes searched the bar for your friends, but they were nowhere to be seen. You grabbed your phone, and with all the notifications, your suspicions were confirmed. They'd left without you. 

"Spencer, can you drive me home?" You tried turning to him, but he kept pushing you to the table where his team and Luke were still seated. Luke wolf-whistled at your appearance. You tried to shrink into yourself or to hide behind Spencer, but he wouldn't allow it. This clearly was some kind of dick-measuring contest to him. 

Spencer sat down next to Emily, pulling you into his lap. "Knock it off already. They get it," you groaned. 

"So, you're taking Spence's class? How's that working out for you?" The blonde next to Luke questioned. Spencer put a drink in front of you. You didn't question its contents, taking a sip before answering. 

"Well, I guess we had some disagreements over some of my work, but it seems we've found a way to work that out," you joked. There was no use in being sheepish about it. Spencer had made very sure they understood exactly what your dynamic was. 

"So it seems." Luke chuckled. You gave him an apologetic smile. He shrugged it off, raising his glass to clink it against yours.

Spencer's arm around you tightened. He'd 100% gotten his message across, but that didn't mean he liked you talking to Luke, or anybody, for that matter. If there's one thing Spencer learned from prison, it would be that sharing definitely wasn't his forté. Especially not you. No... You were all his. 

[buggybambi]

Omg Mae Bae:

you said you wrote for Eddie Munson so totally ignore if not allowed! But I was thinking about Eddie not telling anyone you and him are dating and you stop by the Hellfire Club meeting on valentines Day and everyone is so stunned (maybe like a sunshine reader and Eddie!!)

Just picturing how stunned they'd all be hehe 💗😂

hi love! hope this is good ♡ wc: 470 | nav post - request guidelines

The familiar sound of laughter greeted you as you made your way down the now empty (and suddenly creepier) Hawkins High hallways, down to the theatre club room. The familiar smell of cheap beer and party chips lingered as you stood in front of the door. The "no disturbances, please" sign hung on the oak door didn't apply to you, of course, being the leader's partner, lover, whatever title you were to him.

You knocked three times on the door, something that was a code between you and Eddie. You could hear the muffled voices asking who it was as heavy footsteps seemed to come closer toward the door, you took a step back with a tupperware container in front of you, looking up and down the hallway.

The door barely cracked open, as Eddie grinned once he saw you. "What's the secret password?" He teasingly asks as you pretend think for a second. "You love me and will open the door?" You offer as he shrugs. "Close enough, it was sunshine. What're you doing here?" He questions as he opens the door, leaving it open as he wrapped his arms around your waist, about to pull you close before he noticed the container in between your bodies.

"I know you said your meeting was gonna hold late and I am totally okay with that, but I figured you and your boys needed more of a snack then party chips and soda. So, I made you something. Consider it part one of your Valentine's surprise." You smile, holding the container out for him. He doesn't say anything as he stares at them, before he smiles and places a hand on your cheek, pulling you into a soft kiss.

The romantic moment is spoiled by Garth and Mike letting out their surprise with "oohs". "Munson's got a lover!?" Jeff asks as Garth rolls his eyes. "Clearly. How come we never knew about it?" He asks as Eddie sighs. "They can never keep anything to themselves-" He begins to pull you into the room before you can protest interrupting their game.

"This is my partner not lover you idiot, Y/n." Eddie introduces as you smile. "Hi." You wave a bit, as Mike stares at you. "Wait, you're like.. one of the nicest people I've ever met. You're with him?" The Wheeler boy whose sister you'd known for years asks as you laugh. "Come on, Mike, you make it sound like he's not a good person." You note.

"Yeah, Mike." Eddie sticks his tongue out as you laugh. "Well, I'd better get going. I'll see you tonight?" You ask. He nods, giving you another sweet kiss and flipping off the other party members before you sneak out the door.

The teasing doesn't stop after you leave, especially when they notice his blushing.

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- mae:)

[sehnsuchts-trunken]

thinking about pampering dbf!jake like- forty-seven year old jake seresin, who's always kept in shape and everything but whose skin care routine consists of throwing water at his face every night and putting on lotion once a week, sitting in your bed with a movie or a podcast on, you in his lap applying a face mask to his skin 😍🥰

ahdjhddj this is so incredibly sweet omg :') feel free to keep the thoughts coming <33

Twenty-Five Going on Forty-Seven | top gun masterlist

Jake turns to you with raised eyebrows. You've been staring at him for the past five minutes, intensely enough to burn holes into him even as he'd focused on his phone - some work email important enough to try and ignore your staring until he'd sent it.

"Yes?", he asks, puts his phone to the side and you grin.

"Let me give you a facial", you plead, eyes wide and nose scrunched, your fingertips running up and down his arm. "Please."

Jake almost chokes on his own spit.

"What?"

Your mouth falls open in shock.

"No! Oh my god, Jake! No, as in face masks and lotions!"

It takes your best doe eyes and a few delicate kisses against his jaw to get him to agree, but nonetheless, fifteen minutes later you're straddling his lap and gently exfoliating his skin.

You've pushed your headband into his hair and built a tower of skin care products on the mattress next to him. He's sure they'll topple down any moment now, though you don't seem concerned. Really, you aren't concerned, because you're fully focused on brushing soaked cotton pads down his face and marvelling at his features.

Honestly, you hadn't thought it'd be this easy to get him to agree. And you wouldn't have been surprised if he'd turned up the volume of the tv or got out his phone again. But Jake just watches you - his palms running up and down your thighs, a small smile playing on his lips.

He hadn't expected to enjoy this as much as he does. Not because of the products you're applying, more because you're planted on his lap and your fingers are working circles into his skin. You're all concentrated, lips parted and eyes fixed on him, and he can't help but imagine letting you do this to him every night.

Which is impossible, of course, because in three to fours hours, your parents will be back and he doesn't know when's the next time he can even spend an evening with you.

But still - he'd happily let you do it as often as you wanted to.

He likes your fingers on him. You like having your fingers on him. He likes you on his lap. You like sitting there. He likes looking at you. You like looking at him.

So maybe, just maybe, you take a lot longer than necessary to finish. Because you enjoy this way too much to stop. And because you know you won't get to do it again any time soon.

[darckxlady]

could you please do a tutorial of your game of thrones 'so much for stardust' gifs where it has the ripped paper textures? it's so pretty, and i'd like to learn how to do one with just the texture in the middle and two gifs on either side, like half and half and just having a rip in the middle. it's so cool how you did a gif in the middle though so i wanted to ask as well! all of them are so cool looking. you are extremely talented. if you don't want to though i understand :) thank you

TORN PAPER EFFECT + BLENDING TUTORIAL

thank you so much for your sweet words, dearest anon and i'm sorry it took so long to answer but it's here now so i'll try my best to explain <3 disclamer: this is the first tutorial i ever made, it's very screenshot heavy and it assumes the basic knowledge of ps and gifmaking. if there's something you don't understand, don't hesitate to ask <3 so, let's get to it!

1. PREPARING THE BASE As you can see in this shot there's a lot of space between Rhaenyra and Alicent and that makes it perfect for the ripped paper overlay without hiding much of the base gif. So the first thing i did was to crop it like this:

Also you want to make sure that the highlighted box (delete cropped pixels) is unchecked! After taking the usual steps for the animation (creating frames from layers, reversing the frames, setting frame delay) you continue with the video timeline and convert your frames into a smart object. psa: if you don't have the motivation or the time to play around with coloring here are some psds i recommend: 1, 2; as for the sharpening i think this one is the best.

now that you have your smart object sharpened and colored what you want to do next is drag it to the end of the canvas and duplicate it. after that you move the copy on the other end like the original and make sure it's under the coloring layers, like this:

After that you have to create layer masks (the highlighted icon above) for both smart object and the copy and change the blending option of the copy to screen or lighten (whatever looks best!). So this is how it looks now:

pls ignore that there are no layer masks on the smart objects i just added them after changing the blending rip </3 Now, as you see both gifs are like fighting eachother for their rightful place on the canvas. (fgfgfdf) To fix that you have to use a soft round brush to delete the parts you don't want. (feel free to play around with the brush however you want to get the result you want!) Here's my result:

2. THE OVERLAY

Now for the both gifs you want to use for the ripped paper effect you pretty much apply the same steps as the ones you did with the gifs for the base. Here are the two gifs i chose:

Before blending both gifs however you want to create a clipping mask for each of the smart objects coloring layers, like this:

And now you're ready to blend both gifs together! You choose the group with one of the gifs and change the blending again to screen or lighten and place the said group on top of the other. So this is how it looks now:

optional: if you feel like the base gif doesn't pop out enough you can always add a gradient map on one of both gifs and play around with the opacity and the color you think fits best.

Then you add a layer mask on the overlay gif group and again play around with the brush to delete what you don't want. So this is the final result:

ps - don't repeat my mistake by placing the group with the layer mask under the other group. it should be on top and the blending option should be lighten or screen.

After blending both gifs together, you're ready to place them on the base. So first thing you want to do first is place both groups of each gif in one single group together. Then you duplicate the said group in the psd of the base gif and create a layer mask. This is how it should looks:

Now, in order to create the ripped paper effect, you'll have to download a ripped paper brush pack. This is the one i use. After loading the brushes in ps (if you don't know how here is explained) you're ready to begin! Change the size and angle however you'd like to make it look how you want. And if you want you can move the overlay gif by choosing both groups in case you aren't happy with the adjustment. This is how it looks like so far:

We're almost done! Now you have to find a paper texture, (i got mine from google) place it between both groups of your gifs and create a layer mask, like so:

What you have to do here is pretty much the same thing you did with the overlay gifs. Still, make sure there's enough space for the text you want to write in. However, if you think that the space isn't enough you can just delete a bit more of the overlay gifs. Here's mine:

3. THE TEXT

You're finally ready to type out the text you want! If you're having troubles with choosing the right font and size, here are my text settings:

You can always play around with the angle and if your text is too small, zoom in so you can place it just how you like it. And since i'm a bit lazy to deal with it later, i choose to add the highlight color while it's still zoomed. You just have to add an layer above the text and use a soft round brush with opacity from 70-75% and flow from 15-18%.

For the repeated text you want to make sure you create a big space for writing so it can contain the whole space of the torn paper. Also, write where the text will be seen only and use the tab button to skip the space where the gif is. This is how it looks:

Once you're done with writing the repeated text, you want to select all the character layers and the highlight layer and move them under the overlay gif and on top of the paper, like this:

With the layers still selected and in order to contain the text within the paper the last thing you want to do is create a clipping mask. And that's It. You're done! This is the final result:

[y-rhywbeth2]

In your post about Durge's sudden normality you mentioned implied SA in the tags; would you mind elaborating on that? I don't remember seeing any implications like that, but I know I missed a lot of details in my first run. (Obviously if you would mind feel free to ignore this.)

Naturally this is going under a cut for discussion of rape, sexual exploitation and incest:

Some of it is mostly me reading into things and frowning, but Bhaal being able to violate Durge sexually and the intent of sexual exploitation (regardless of Durge's will) is canon and it does lend credence to the idea.

Durge is obligated to breed, and Bhaal can and will force them to; the original version of the feral ending in the dialogue files involves him forcing them into a state of sexual hyperarousal and forcing them to mate with a gnoll, in the same way he can force the urge to slay on them. Bhaal's intention there is to see if he can breed more monstrous Bhaalspawn. Some of the dialogue options are just Durge screaming in horror.

Durge has no memory of the actual rape; Bhaal forces them to spend the entire time thinking about him: "Your memory of last night's act is absent. In the moment of mounting, your mind emptied itself, and you could think only of Bhaal."

And knowing that, when I saw "I love you father. I'm a good [child], a good, good [child]" in the released version I had to go sit down for a bit.

We know that Durge is expected to have kids - it's a mortal sin that they haven't. It's also vague whether they tried or not pre-amnesia; they're described as "failing" not refusing, it could've gone either way. Durge may already have been exploited. Even if they don't disappoint Bhaal in game, this "duty" remains. It's not just the Tribunal making shit up; Sceleritas is your direct liaison to Bhaal, and he makes this clear to them as Bhaal's Chosen too.

We know that if Durge won't kill then Bhaal will force them to, and we know that he can force them to have sex too. It's entirely possible that Durge's only say in this is to either fuck partners they chose or have them chosen for them (as we all know, Bhaal has zero respect for his kids' bodily autonomy or desires past his use for them, and Bhaal wants more babies.)

At the very least, it doesn't seem to be a major part of Bhaal's plan for Durge yet, so Durge may have dodged this specific form of abuse for now.

Bhaal has also done this to Sarevok, it seems, who would probably have killed himself back in BG1+2 if he could see what would happen to him in his future.

Knowing that Bhaal has no issues inflicting sexual arousal on his own kids, those scriptures you find that explicitly refer to the pleasure he bestows on his followers when they kill as "erotic" unfortunately have little reason not to be applied to Bhaalspawn. It would also explain the necrophilia if Durge has been conditioned to see killing/corpses as sexual.

Not quite the same thing, but the thing where people think Durge fucked the Netherbrain is actually from a remark by Bhaal in the journal update, where he makes a crack that "That slimy thing in the Moonrise called you its fallen star. It was very reverent [...] apparently [you're] good at playing with tentacles."

That's not inherently sexual, but knowing that Bhaal is willing to sexually exploit Durge and that the fandom had already interpreted it as sexual, I did kind of stare at it in horror for a bit.

[so-mordor-itis]

Fluffy Alphabet: Leon Kennedy

You know what time it is folks--it's time for my fluffy alphabet with whatever fictional character I'm hyperfixating on let's goooo

You can imagine whatever Leon for this, it applies to almost all in my opinion

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

When it comes to you, he'll pretty much do anything. At a certain point in your relationship, Leon just craves your presence, as if you are his battery when he needs to recharge. It doesn't matter what you two do: converse about mundane things, cuddle, chores around the apartment. All he cares about is if you're there, safe, and by his side. You could even be doing something as simple as reading a book. He'll feel blessed to simply be there. At the idea he can even see you like this, no danger in sight, no need to grab his gun or knife or anything that can remotely be regarded as a weapon. Just normal domestic intimacy. He craves it so bad that the memory of you reading or talking or listening to him vent about a bad day reminds him why he's still going.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

He admires your ability to keep up with him. Not just his personality--the guy knows he's not the most pleasant man to be around if he's grumpy or going through a mood swing. Everything. His trauma, his work, his habits that he can't seem to shake no matter how hard he tries. Leon has so much on his plate, yet it keeps piling on. It's why when he found himself interested in you in more than a friendly manner, it scared him a little. At the idea of opening up to someone, allowing them to see parts of himself he'd rather not let see the light of day.

It's why, when you saw those parts of him, the night terrors, the memories of Raccoon City, and you simply grabbed them and kissed them tenderly, he was amazed. He swore he fell harder and faster to the point he was scared of smacking the ground. He finds your stubbornness and persistence admirable, well when it's not leading you down the road of trouble.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Leon isn't the best at wording things correctly or appropriately. He cracks jokes during moments he shouldn't, shoves whips and sharp edges into sentences that really shouldn't be there. He's not great at receiving comfort himself. He's not used to it. Leon's been alone for a good chunk of his life and grew to push his problems away or ignore them, then actually talking to anyone.

So, witnessing you hold your face in your hands, beyond exhausted, his heart shatters, and all he wants to do is hold you. Though he over analyzes the situation a bit. Would you want him to hold you? Would you even like that at this point in time? What could he even say to make you feel better, to make you smile even just a little? Eventually he caves, asking if it's okay to hold you and once you confirm it is, his strong arms wrap around your form and he hopes desperately you feel comforted in some way.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

If he's honest, all he wants is a normal life. That's what he's wanted ever since he was younger: a life of fixing fences and pipes that burst, maybe help clean up cat litter in the mix. He thought his life would be normal when he assigned himself to the Raccoon City branch of police work, that he'd be a regular cop scolding teenagers that loitered in front of the station too long. Naturally, that wasn't the case at all. Now, he's at the President's beck and call, the DSO's puppet, and labeled a weapon by many.

In the future, he tries to envision you in it as much as he's hesitant to let you in at first. Eventually what made him want to fight for that future was when you moved into his apartment so casually, as if you were a missing puzzle piece in his life. That normal, picket fence life was his end goal and he would fight tooth and nail to see it come to fruition.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

He's both, but he tries to be more passive in certain situations. Leon doesn't like the idea of trying to take control of everything, and only does it when he feels he needs to. Leon knows you can take care of yourself, regardless if you're an agent or not. You've got a voice, too. However, if he notices you're uncomfortable or you're actively trying to get out of something, he'll play along and shuffle you out of it. The last thing he wants is for you to think he's trying to control what you do, since you don't do that to him.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Leon hates fighting you. Sometimes he just refuses to and hopes letting you think things over will defuse the bomb you're about to become. A thing about him is he never raises his voice and if he's drawn to that point, his volume is only increased so he could get your attention. He hates the idea of yelling at you; having dealt with hearing his parents constantly at each other's throats. It makes him feel ill at the idea, of shouting at you so he could get his point across. What would that accomplish, making you shrivel into a corner, hurting and pleading for him to stop.

He's very easy to forgive, especially if you apologized immediately after. Leon knows how easily people give into emotions, and if you two were arguing about his work, or about how he's barely around, Leon wouldn't even blame you for that. If it's stressful for him, he can only imagine what it's like for you to see him so stressed and not be able to help.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Leon's not able to put into words just how grateful he is that he met you. If it weren't for you, he swears he would've gone insane and part of him is terrified at that realization. That a person could have that much effect on someone's life. You've stuck with him so long he wonders why he was ever worried in the first place. Leon's not the best with words and the idea of telling you out of the blue how grateful he is he has you makes him flustered. He shows how grateful he is through certain actions: hugging you close from behind, kissing your temple over and over, nuzzling into you despite your protests that it tickles.

He's grateful he can see your smile and hear your laugh, because even the smallest thing can make him feel better.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Oh God, he wishes he could share everything he's been through with you. Depending on if you knew about Raccoon City or not, he'd most likely share that old wound eventually, but anything to do with work he's physically not allowed to spill. Again, unless you're an agent, you pretty much have no choice but to be left in the dark. He hates it. Makes him feel like less of a partner because he's stuck between a rock and a hard place.

It causes a bit of friction, and he feels it hang in the air some days. Some days he wonders if you've figured out what he's been doing for 10 straight years, some days he thinks you secretly have figured it out but just won't tell him.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

You gave him a harsh reality check about caring for another person, and that inspires him to do better with what he's got. Not that he ever thought being in a relationship would be easy, but you definitely answered his question of how hard it would be some days. He wants to be there for you, and hopes you recognize it. Leon's always had trouble opening up to people, because when he trusted some, they tore that trust away so fast he couldn't even blink. Sometimes he reaches out to you and then flinches at a flashback of red.

You inspired him to try to pry open that box he locked his heart in.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

He doesn't like the idea of getting jealous, even bitterly hating the word. Though, he's human, so naturally he will get jealous. It takes a bit of pushing at him to get him into that corner. Someone else flirting with you? He's more concerned about you and if you're comfortable and if he needs to intervene. They put their arms around you? Well, if you know them sure, but they're kinda being too friendly. They wiggle their eyebrows and make a suggestive action? Yeah, he's gonna say something.

If you ask him about it, he immediately shuts down the idea of jealousy.

"Don't get jealous on me now."

"I wasn't. I just didn't like how they were rubbing themselves on you."

It's only until later on as he thinks about it that makes him afraid. He's scared of losing you and the idea of you possibly leaving him for someone else wraps around him for awhile. He's still terrible at telling you how he's feeling sometimes.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

The first kiss with him was endearing. This isn't his first rodeo, he's kissed people before, but he probably wouldn't classify himself as an amazing kisser. He couldn't help himself anymore, with you looking at him like he's an idol, like he could never do any wrong, he grabbed you gently, asking if this was okay, before finally giving in. He kissed you so softly, as if he was holding a feather that could be blown away by the wind.

You had laughed a little and his brows knitted.

"You can kiss me again, you know."

He took your offer instantly, kissing you harder in the process. That sealed the deal.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

His love confession was more of an action and then a question. Leon didn't exactly know how to express the fact he had feelings for you, so he didn't verbally say it, but he said it all the time with his actions and he didn't even realize it. How he'd linger too close to you during mundane moments of the day, how he'd immediately jump at the chance to help you with anything. He'd stupidly wonder how people around him knew he was head over heels when his body kept showing it.

Though, it seemed like you didn't know either. When he finally gathered himself to ask you on a date, you looked surprised.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

It takes awhile for him to get around the idea. At first, the idea of commitment to that degree makes him anxious. One screw up could lead to the downfall of a relationship in the making for years. The history of you two would be wiped clean and he'd loathe over it for God knows how long. So, at first, he brushes off the idea of marrying you.

And then you moved in with him. Started helping him around his apartment, lying in the same bed, and something just clicks with him. Maybe he does want that with you, but would you want that with him?

He doesn't propose outright, but alludes to it with a question. (He never liked the idea of getting down on one knee.)

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

The standard nicknames: baby, babe, sweetheart. On rare occasions he'll toss out 'love' to test it on his tongue and see if it fits. 'Dear' when he's trying to annoy you. 'Darling' during intimate moments. He knows that riles you up.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

He's different, but also the same. Even when Leon is in love, he attempts to keep that same stoic expression to his co-workers and even to you if he works with you. Though, obviously someone is willing to point it out that there's gotta be something between the two of you. Hunnigan is willing to be that person, buzzing in his ear about how he acts differently when you're around but he's quick to deny it. As Leon looks back, the fact he got defensive would've given off alarms to her.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

He's willing to hold your hand and kiss you gently on the cheek or lips when he's confident. When he's not at that moment in time, he'll just hold your hand and hope you won't tease him for being more reserved.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

He can read you like a book. He'll know when something is wrong or when you're nervous. Leon grew to read people's body language over the years. He watches carefully, taking notes in his head about how you may be fidgeting or how you're breathing kinda fast. He can absolutely tell if you're angry at him and he immediately wants to quell that anger as soon as possible.

He'll ask if you're okay daily to check in with you, and then notice you also ask him the same question. You both can read each other pretty well.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Leon's kinda silly when it comes to being romantic. He's extremely cliche and cheesy, and he knows it. He does it on purpose, but not because he thinks it's cool or hip these days. He does it because it never fails to make you laugh or at least smile. He'll regard a glare or a look of bewilderment and just continue to run his charade, shrugging all the same.

He doesn't want to stop. Not yet, at least.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Of course, he believes in you. What partner wouldn't believe in the person they love? He wants you to be happy, just as you harbor the same thought process for him. Seeing you doubt yourself, your abilities... it makes him feel that he's failed. That he hasn't been encouraging you enough. (Even if you constantly remind him just how much he's done for you.) He'll put a hand on your shoulder and squeeze it, lightly telling you he's got your back.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Leon's most certainly not afraid to try anything new, even in the bedroom. No matter how big or small the suggestion, he's always willing to, at the very least, apply it to your relationship. Even if you get all shy and try to walk across eggshells. He thinks it's cute and endearing that you want to work on or try different things out. His heart feels full at the fact you trust him so to let him know how you're feeling and what you've been thinking about.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Leon often feels that he's too empathetic. It's affected him before, many times in fact. He's acknowledged this himself in the past when he was drinking and wondered what would've happened if he refused the ultimatum the government offered. What would've happened to Sherry? Would he even still be alive at that point? Would Sherry?

He knows you too well. To the point that he can sense what you're about to be feeling despite your stubbornness. You tell him you're okay, that you'll be fine, when he knows it's the exact opposite. You're not fine, and you won't be fine until you talk it out.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Besides work, you become the most important aspect of his life. There's not a moment that goes by where you don't flash across his mind. Leon will often think of you during harder missions, wondering what you are doing at that moment, if you missed him at all. He knows you do, but he dodges that answer to avoid feeling more guilty than he does.

He'll start pondering about your decisions and merge them into his own actions. Wondering how you'd react to situations and what you would do if you were in his shoes. You influence him in more ways than one.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

He loves simple dates. Riding on his bike with you hugging his waist, going to the beach, and just smelling the salt from the sea, your hand in his own. He sees you collect a sand dollar, and then he rolls his eyes playfully but knows he will often think on this moment at work. Of how childish your grin was and how he felt joy at you healing your inner child.

He enjoys simple things, perhaps to peel away from the horrors of what he's seen. To pretend for one second his life was actually normal.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

The man is touch-starved to a maximum degree. Even before the two of you started seeing each other, Leon had already begun envisioning how his lips would feel on yours, and it made him feel gross, as if he was a pervert. He even imagined how good your hugs felt and how your figure would feel as it slipped into his embrace.

After he told you how he felt and got the sense you were comfortable? He couldn't keep his hands off of you. And not even in a sexual way. (Though, that too.) He adores cuddling you, being the big spoon. Leon wouldn't even mind being the small spoon, but he's adamant on cagging you in his biceps. He wants you to feel safe.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

He's used to being alone. Used to coming home to an empty apartment, listening to the echoes of his own footsteps as he's awaiting his next call. So when you're away on work trips, he tries not to let it get to him. After all, how unfair would it be if he bothered you at work when you couldn't do the same to him? Once you're home, he just pulls you close as a greeting, mumbling how he missed you.

When he's at work, when you're not allowed to call him at all, it's a different story. A different type of loneliness. Not being able to hear your voice once just fills him with a sadness only those in love could explain. Leon has to force himself to think about the details of meetings or when he should reload his gun next.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Leon would kill for you or die for you if you simply ask, and that scares him. He's not a violent person by nature and is appalled by those who hurt others as easily as they breathe. But, when he sees you, this odd, protective energy springs out of him, and he immediately tosses all common sense out the window. You make him stupid and reckless, and he's willing to do anything for you.

It's what terrifies him the most.

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[shiny-jr]

hello! this is like the first time I'm sent an ask on this app ever so i hope I don't embarrass myself 😭 this isn't a request at all so dw!! sorry if this is super long!!

I wanted to say how I loved you wrote the MC's in the damnation au. I was on your page when I saw someone talking about how the MC's act and how they are inherently bad people at heart and their actions show that.(That really captured what I had thought so kudos to them 👊🔥) I love the idea on bad people just doing bad people things for their own gain and reading their thoughts while also (somehow) gaining the attention and (obsessive) love of the other characters even if the MC's did not have the best intentions for them at all. Even if it was under the guise of wanting the best for them, I love how you portrayed that.

I also wanted to talk about how the MC's react to the characters idk how to word this but like confessing(??) their love with the intention of keeping by their side whether they like it or not and the MC's not being okay with that. I love how you wrote their reactions and how you just wrote that they are not happy at all with that arrangement.

Its probably just me but I don't like MC's who just go along with a Yan's and like love them. Its always felt very, very icky to me. This is probably just my own opinion but I don't like how some MC's focus on loving a Yan and ignoring the stuff they do for them or worse acknowledging it and just flat out ignoring it or seeing it as some weird love language. But what makes this worse for me is how readers react to a Yan's actions. I never liked how readers would comment that "it's so hot that their doing bad things for us" or like "OMG like take me" like um ew??? This would also apply to authors since I mean they are the ones writing it. I love the MC's not liking being kept under lock and wanting their freedom. I also like how the MC's don't grow attached to the Yan's in the story and how their just playing along.

Anyways, I just wanna say I love your writing and this au. The concept is super interesting and I love how the MC's are written and portrayed. I'm looking forward to more!!

Feel free to ignore this and super sorry if this feels really wordy!! Thank you!

Don't apologize, I love reading super long messages that go into depth like this! My only regret is that I usually don't know what to say by the end of it, especially without sounding repetitive if a previous ask brought up similar topics. The point is, I don't want to sound like a broken record, agreeing or disagreeing and saying the same things over and over again.

Anyways, I think one I haven't talked about too much is the acceptance of yanderes. I have talked about it here and there, but not as much as other topics. You'll never see me writing an mc that truthfully and wholly accepts the yandere. The only instance of an mc accepting a yandere that I will write, is if the mc is using them and doesn't truly love/want them. Such as the mcs from damnation that play along with the roles to reach whatever devious goal they have in mind. So yeah, I agree with you on that part.

I can't think of much else to add because I only recently woke up, so sorry about that. 😭

[alittledizzy]

this a big ask and feel free to ignore but you seem like the right person to come to.

can you give like a dnf overview for those of us who know almost nothing but are sooo curious (minecraft? face reveal? queer?)(i follow for dnp lol)

Okay so... I'm gonna try and do a bullet point overview and for the purpose of not getting in the weeds I am not going into the controversies. I'll be happy to discuss that part - OFF anon.

Dream and George met on a Minecraft server when Dream was 16, George was 18/19 and became best friends.

When Dream decided to start youtube when he was 18, he asked George (and Sapnap) to come along with him. They both said yes.

In 2019, George started talking about moving to America. At the time Dream lived with his girlfriend, though they broke up by 2020. (George and the girlfriend did not get along. But that's also a whole other can of worms because she fucked Dream up pretty badly with consistent cheating and verbal/physical abuse.)

Plans for George to move to the US got more concrete and at some point over 2021 became him moving into a house with Dream and Sapnap.

Dream also came out multiple times in this general period of time. He came out in a post on reddit, on twitter, and on a stream. He does not explicitly state that he's bisexual, but he does explicitly state he isn't straight.

Sapnap had already moved in with Dream for Dream's protection since he was being swatted pretty regularly. Dream had plans for a face reveal but people were stalking and harassing him both to 'reveal' him and also because at this point the Kiwi Farms targeted attack on him had gained a lot of steam.

Speaking of: George used face cam pretty regularly, but Dream did not face reveal. Based on things he's said it seems pretty clear he was trying to lose weight but at some point set the goal of face revealing once George was in America because he wanted George to see his face before anyone else.

George applied for his Visa and would have had about a 6-9 month wait, and then was denied. He had to apply a second time, and wait another extended period of time, which put it September 2022 when his visa finally was approved. This means they'd known each other for seven years and he'd been trying to move to the US to live with Dream for three years at that point.

George arrived in the US and Dream posted his first video with a face camera on. George posted a vlog meeting Dream irl for the first time, which is a great starting point for a watch.

In terms of the ship stuff: they've always had a heavily flirtatious relationship and Dream is open about how attractive he finds George. They've acknowledging having a conversation about if they'd date or not.

Once in a while Dream will reiterate that they're not dating, and we know he spent 2023 having a variety of hookups but no confirmed relationships. (Which lines up with his long history of women that flirt with him complaining he'll be great to them and make them feel good but always says he doesn't want a relationship.)

2023 was pretty wild for them in terms of nonstop travel, events, and making very little content besides Dream's music. So far in 2024 we've seen a complete 180 of that and Dream and George have noy traveled at all, staying at home in Orlando together. (Sapnap has traveled and spent time in LA, but alone.)

This is partially due to controversy, I'm sure, but also seems to be just in line with a rededicating of themselves to Minecraft and content impending. They're working on a project that hopefully will come out soon.

Right now in terms of what they've publicly told us, they're just in the category of Super Not Normal About Each Other. Here are a few of the Not Normal things that are just fun from a shippy pov:

Before George moved, they were open about living most of their life on a call together. This includes sleep calling and staying on the phone while taking showers.

One of Dream's early videos was gifting his friends money to thank them for supporting him. He gave Sapnap and another friend $500 each. He gave George $5000.

Dream took 'am I in love with my best friend' quizzes on stream twice with George on the call and neither treated it quite like a joke.

Dream sent George an oversized Dream hoodie which George has worn repeatedly and even admitted to spraying with cologne before he'd put it on. Dream took pictures of George in the hoodie (a private call, not one fans were in on) and then later shared them saying they were the cutest pictures of George ever.

The first time we really got to see them interact irl at length was a stream they did around Christmas. Here's a supercut that just really shows the vibe between them.

Initially in late 2022 Dream was wearing a very specific chain. At some point in January 2023, George started wearing that chain (the specific one Dream used to wear) and has not been spotted without it since.

At one of his concerts Dream described George as a friend he just met a year ago that he's so in love with.

The entire song Spotlight which everyone immediately associated with George, to George's embarrassment and pride.

And there's obviously way more... but I feel like this is a good starter kit for Them.

[unma]

I feel the urge to talk about how often Underverse's 'big bad', XGaster, is called out for not being as big or bad as he seems. Even with all the power he has, he is constantly said to be hiding behind his creations.

Despite all the power he has, and how easily he could dispatch some Sanses (as seen in the 0.4 ending), he continues to hid behind his creations. The ability to overwrite is not the end all be all, which XGaster has learnt from his near death experience during the XTale series.

At the end of it all, Gaster is right. XGaster is scared. Scared of what he doesn't know, what he can't expect. It's why he almost kills Cross in a last ditch effort to keep Fatal away from himself. Why he overwrites all his creation's wills and why he wants Chara and Cross under his control. He's a control freak, and that's been really well established, but I love how each episode further highlights just how little control he has compared to what he implies, and how much fear is accompanied with that.

At the end of the day, he silences Gaster and ignores Fatal. He refuses to respond to either of them. Because Gaster is right, and Fatal is in fact a threat.

I'm in love with the way XGaster is portrayed. He never really changed his methods between Season 1 and 2, always hiding behind someone or something to do his bidding.

It's also interesting how Geno addresses XGaster here. I'm pretty sure how Isolation might have affected XGaster is obvious, but the lines "there are many ways to break free. watch out for which version of yourself will get the job done." is still a bit of a mystery to me.

It's obvious how that applies to Geno, given that 3 versions of him show up in this episode: His normal Aftertale self, Error (who only shows up in flashes in this part of 0.7, but is fully present in part 1) and Fatal Error. All three versions have 'broken free' of something in their own way, be it the isolation and ensuing madness Geno went through, Error going through the same again or Fatal becoming an even bigger glitch after escaping Error.

All in all, can't wait for 0.8. Really enjoying where this is going so far, and now I have the urge to draw Fatal (even though that would be far too much of a pain and quite difficult given my skill rn).

[mysticbewitched]

mysticc, i need your help.

i'm a 17 years old girl, who is finishing high school this year. i do not want it. i want to be 14 again, and have my desired life. but i don't know how to do that. i don't know if i apply the law of assumption, i don't know if go to nondualism philosophy or if i go to the shifting methods.

it's a lot of things, but they doesn't matter to me, i just want to wake up in my desired reality with my dream life. it's like now everything that i know about nondualism, loa and shifting just disappears and I stop believing again.

please, help me. it's so desperate and confused.

— your 🐝 anon.

I understand that you're feeling confused and I hope to clear things up for you.

You see, you could dive into many methods as you pleased for wanting to experience your desired reality, but this is coming from an inner place of not understanding who you are.

Methods are pointless "shiny toys" to waste your time on without vital knowledge of your true self and faith in yourself as a conscious creator.

I realize that there is an all-out war on this platform of "Loa" vs. Nondualism and the most ridiculous part of it all is that both sides of the mirror don't seem to understand that the whole core of the Law of Consciousness goes back to Nondualism philosophy.

Nondualism is never something for you to "apply" in order to "get" your desires. Nondualism is not a toy or "another trend" for you to use in order to "try" out and "see if it works for you."

It is all connected to form the greater picture of it all.

People are absolutely missing the point of the entire greater picture behind everything and the absolute truth behind our infinite manifestation power and our ability to warp our reality.

There should not be any of these pointless wars going on. It is all saying the same thing at the end of the night, and none of these "separate" communities are actually understanding each piece that fits into the whole puzzle.

The ultimate objective here is: freedom from a false sense of self-identification.

You must understand that Nondualism is *not* a method for you to "try" for your manifestations.

It is only a lifestyle of living and a philosophy for understanding your true nature as awareness and the one reality of consciousness.

All of the concepts that you have learned, such as self-concept, consciousness is the only reality, "the void state", states of consciousness - it all directly goes back to the paramount foundation of Nondualism's philosophy.

The Law of Consciousness and Nondualism are honestly one in the very same. The only difference is in the approach of the way these teachings are being taught. These are just different terms to explain the nature of your true self as awareness and the role of consciousness.

You only believe that you are a person, and this is the deceptive game of the ego, but you are actually omnipotent awareness disguised in human form while observing and experiencing the life of a human being. You are the universe experiencing itself.

The issue here is how a vast amount of people in this community completely misunderstand and misinterpret teachings of the Law of Consciousness (you are *IT*) and approach the subject of conscious manifestation with an ignorant, ego-based view without truly knowing their power and cutting down to the beautiful core of who they truly are.

I'll say it once more, you guys are taking the completely wrong approach when it comes to understanding manifestation and what it means to live as a conscious manifestor after discovering who you truly are. Omnipotent and all-powerful.

Consciously manifesting your desires is only a pleasurable bonus of choosing to break free from victim mentality and live from the confident, peaceful mindset of understanding your true self, and how the game of your life actually works in truth. This is all purely about awakening from the illusionary dream of your life to who you truly are and experiencing living out your experiences from a transformed sense of self-perception.

You said that, "I just want to wake up in my desired reality with my dream life" - you see, this right here is the *whole problem.* This is coming from a place of complete ignorance and a lack of understanding.

The blatant ignorance of true self's nature.

You do not understand the whole purpose of manifestation, which is to recognize your true self behind your human disguise. This is simply about self-realization during your spiritual awakening.

You guys want to completely rush straight into manifesting your desires without taking the time to actually learn and understand the infinite and boundless nature of who you truly are.

Without understanding who you truly are, you continue to stay asleep in the dream of the reality that you have been creating all this time without realizing it and being completely ignorant of your omnipotent power as the creator of all there is.

Take a moment and look around you to just sit with your awareness and closely observe your surroundings. See the nature, the sky, your body's form, and the totality of life itself happening all around you - you created all of this. You are experiencing your own creations every day. Isn't it beautiful? You are infinite power itself.

Without knowing your true self, you stay stuck and continue to struggle in a vicious cycle with victim mentality, frustration, impatience, and complete ignorance on your manifestation journey. Yet, I have seen that so many of you refuse to open your eyes and understand the issue behind your struggles throughout your spiritual awakening.

None of this matters for a second unless you truly know your omnipotent power and your true self.

None of this is ever about manifesting your desires. You inevitably experience a personal Heaven on earth in your reality when you understand your true self as awareness.

Who you are is not the role of the human that you are only pretending to be in the game of life when, in truth, you are so much greater and more infinitely powerful than you could ever recognize. Your power cannot ever be put into any words to be described, and absolutely anything is possible for you.

Now, when it comes to consciously manifesting a desire from the perception of knowing your true self:

All you have to do is simply decide that something is done because you are the one in control of "reality."

Accept your desire as now already fulfilled with an inner mind of a confident expectation for its manifestation, and live your life walking by faith, knowing who you are with every step you take.

What is impossible for the limitless creator?

You can warp every single little bit of reality.

I hope that I was able to shed some light for you and put things into a different perspective for you to re-consider moving forward on your spiritual journey of enlightenment.

[demystifiedstardust]

30 Days of Linktypes

What is/are your linktype(s)?

How did you choose your linktype?

What drew you to the concept of linking?

Do you express your linktype in the physical world in any way, or is linking a predominantly inner-self experience for you?

Does your linktype have a certain manner of speaking, moving, or other personal quirk?

What climate or environment does your linktype prefer?

Is your linktype social or solitary?

Is your linktype extant, extinct, or fictional?

Do you have any fond memories while linking?

Are there any colors you associate with your linktype?

Are there any shapes or symbols you associate with your linktype?

Are there any sounds or songs you associate with your linktype?

Is there anything else you associate with your linktype when you see, hear, smell, touch, taste, or otherwise percieve it?

How often are you your linktype? Is it all the time, or only sometimes?

Do you shift? If so, what is that experience like?

Have you ever had a dream as your linktype?

How has linking had an effect on your daily life?

Has your linktype(s) changed since you began linking?

Have you made any unexpected discoveries about your linktype?

Do you have any physical items (gear, clothing, etc) that help foster your linktype connection?

Do you engage in any meditation or other activites to foster your linktype connection?

How has your linking experience been so far? Positive? Negative? Mixed?

How open are you about your linktype?

Would you ever dress as your linktype?

Have you ever met another -linker?

Are you active in the wider alterhuman community?

What does linking mean to you, in a personal sense?

What's your favorite part of being your linktype?

Doodle your linktype!

Wildcard! Anything else you'd like to share?

Feel free to reblog or otherwise utilize these questions for yourself. I've amalgated them from other 30 day challenges I've seen as well as added my own questions. I tried to make these questions as broad in scope as possible, but feel free to ignore/skip/change a question that doesn't apply to you.

[roaenexists]

PICK A PAIRING : LOWER SELF EDITION

From left to right we have: Inner Child, Animal Intuition, and Shadow Self.

For some of you all of these readings may resonate. Take the messages that you feel apply to you, but be very honest with yourself in regards to what you choose to discard.

Pairing One: Inner Child

You remember when you were a kid and you made things just for the sake of making them? Do that again. I get the feeling you either have been in a dry spell of fresh ideas, or you've recently had the muse hit but you haven't put pen to paper. You've had on-and-off blockages caused by your personal experiences, but right now you need to be trying to Make Things whether you currently feel inspired or not, especially because if you haven't then the practice will probably trigger an idea or otherwise yield good results (even if you don't think so). But no matter what, right now your inner child is begging to be allowed to be creative. Make things and hang them on the fridge. You deserve the space to be creative, to craft, without judgement.

Pairing Two: Animal Intuition

You have been playing around lately, having more fun than you probably should, and overall not taking care of your physical body or surroundings. Your animal instincts, your literal body parts, are telling you to eat a vegetable, drink water, take a good long shower, clean your room, and get a good night's sleep. Not necessarily in that order. But you need to stop ignoring the subtle voices that alert you to your physical needs, give them attention. Your instincts are telling you to do the hard work for yourself but you've been too tapped into whatever else you've got going on to listen. No more excuses now, though, that it's been shoved in your face. Go brush your teeth. Make your bed. Be responsible for yourself.

Pairing Three: Shadow Self

Shit, baby. You done fucked up something beautiful by freaking out, undermining everything, and then walking away. It doesn't look like you can roll this one back, either. And what's worse is this is a pattern of behavior from you. A huge part of the problem is the way you are never in tune with what you REALLY want, and it's causing you to self-destruct over and over again. Your shadows and your highest self are currently incompatible and your shadow has the answer . Why are you lying to yourself, and about what? Maybe you've been acting like money will fix everything but your ideal life actually involves more free time? Do you really want a relationship, or does your bad side hate being seen, even by you? Figure out where your actions and your desires aren't aligning and either change the desire or change the action. Be fucking honest. Stop hiding your ugly bits and admit what you want.

[wishmaker-astra]

Name: Astra Tsiolkovsky

Pronouns

• Default Preference: she/her

• Friends Can Use: it/its

• Though honestly as long as you're not a dick about it whatever works

Species: "Jirachi" (?)

Occupation: Astrophysics Doctoral Student

Other: Mute, psychic, former human

[Credit: Amber Aria: https://www.sunset-aria.com/]

Hey internet, I'm Astra Tsiolkovsky. I'm a doctoral student studying astrophysics in Unova. Ask me about science, engineering, and Space Stuff™ if you want rambles.

See my full about page

My Website

I use the "cw: topic" format for tagging that kind of thing.

//Mail: [reinterpreted as parcel post]•Mystery Gift: [discretionary]•Magic Anon: [off]•Union Circle: [off]

//[OOC Notes Below Cut]

EXTREMELY IMPORTANT

Check with me OOCly before sending anything ICly transphobic to her. After a couple instances of this, and one OOC Totally Normal ask, you guys have lost privilege of me accepting and rejecting on the fly with the hope you'd know when to stop.

If you fuck this up more, I'm going to mandate all asks about IC transphobic stuff get approval OFF ANON first and will start blocking anons over not asking OOCly. That said, I know some of these are hard to recognize for those of you who've never had to think about it in depth. Just think twice on if need to ask please?

EDIT 10/10: Congratulations on first OOC block about this. I am less likely to start off with warnings from now on.

Similar applies to her jirachi status. I'm a bit more lenient and open to this one, but, like, please use your brains. If it gives a setup for her to dunk on religious weirdos though, I basically have to be in a really trash mood that day to not give the OK to that.

Will Not Interact:

Magic Anon

Fae deals/name stealing

Meta Horror

4th Wall Schenanigans

Very dark topics

• This includes post-apocalyptic stuff to be clear

Mental Alteration/Mind Control related subjects

• I WILL just ignore things, have Astra behave utterly OOC, blanket refuse to interact with characters, and/or just suddenly drop interaction as if never happened if required for this

Other Notes:

I try to treat her experiencing rotomblr as *just a website* as much as possible. Granted, one with weird multiversal connection that she will assume is due to ultrahole shenanigans she doesn't understand yet

Lose combination of games and anime setting, leaning more towards the games

Pelipper mail will be interpreted as regular parcel mail being sent to her via student services.

Please keep mystery gift to minor items at most. She's a grad student as part of her character, part of that is putting up with tight money situation.

Astra's got the full abilities of a jirachi potentially, but is completely unable to use them yet. Think of it as getting a new limb suddenly.

Assumes sentient pokemon are rare, and mostly limited to:

• Ones with decent canon support (rotom inhabiting devices with a CPU, mewtwo, one off instances such as Meowth, latias, etc)

• Certain humanoid and/or psychic types raised in human society in a way that  "bootstraps" them during critical development periods (e.g. Gardevoir line treated as effectively human from birth)

Feel free to treat her as a kid screwing around on the net with a character if you want or similar if it makes sense for your character's setup or personality

She's an adult lesbian, please block the tags "suggestive", "cw: boob joke", "cw: dick joke", "cw: sex joke", and "cw: sex mention" if you are not comfortable with those topics. Please let me know if you need something tagged.

[punkeccentricenigma]

Hi hii! I was wondering during if you'd be able to do a headcannon with the rottmnt boys with a hispanic s/o? How they would react with them speaking Spanish to them, cooking them homemade recipes, and so on. If you're down for it ^^ thank you so much! I hope you have a good day ✨️

🌲~Anon

Rise!Boys with Spanish!Reader

Relationship status: Romantic

Reader prounouns: They/Them

TW: Some grammatical errors because english is not my first language

A/N:

I've decided to combine both orders because they are similar; I hope you don't mind. If I made any mistakes here, feel free to correct me!

On a slightly different note, I can't wait for Friday because that's when I'm going to see the Fnaf Movie! Oh my, my childhood self is unimaginably excited. Fnaf was a significant part of my childhood and helped me get through traumatic experiences. Even if this movie turns out to be not great, it doesn't matter; the important thing is to have fun. Overall, thank you for the compliments on my writing, and I wish you a great day too!

Leonardo

◇I think he would be the most supportive and at the same time the most annoying of the turtles.

◇At times, he can read from your sentence what word you mean when you have trouble finding it and say it during the conversation.

◇Other times, he'll slyly chuckle when you stumble over your words.

◇Apart from that, despite your English-speaking troubles, he loves listening to your speeches in Spanish.

◇You can talk about World War II, and he'll gaze at you with hearts in his eyes.

◇You have an agreement: you teach him Spanish, and he teaches you English.

◇You often goof around during those lessons, Lmao.

◇Not a big fan of foreign dishes, no hard feelings for Spanish food; he applies this rule to any food that doesn't come from America.

◇Not as eager as Donnie, but still open to trying on Spanish traditional costumes.

◇Get ready for him to take a photo of both of you and set it as his wallpaper.

◇Dancing? He's in >:D

◇Unlike his twin, it took him a while to get the moves, but now he tears up the dance floor with you.

◇He often visits Sr. Hueso to annoy him with compliments about you. He almost got banned from that restaurant.

◇Imagine the mischievous discomfort when you met a skeleton and spoke *only* in Spanish. Hello! He wants attention too!

Raphael

◇He totally gets you when it comes to the difficulty of finding the right word. I think Raph had the most trouble with speaking, so there are times when he can't find the right word either.

◇However, unlike Leo, he absolutely can't predict what word you want to use, and it always leads to misunderstandings.

◇Then you grab your phone and look up the translation of that word from Spanish.

◇He likes your voice when you speak Spanish, especially when you're talking to someone on the phone.

◇You probably won't teach him your language, but he'll pick up some words on his own to make you feel better, so you don't think he's ignorant.

◇If you cook him a dish from your country, you might as well prepare your ring finger for an engagement ring BECAUSE HE LOVES TRYING NEW THINGS!

◇Especially if you cook it <3

◇I think he would especially love Paella and Patatas bravas.

◇When it comes to clothing, nothing has changed - our dear turtle won't fit into anything :/

◇But what's stopping you from going to the Hidden City to get clothes styled after Spanish traditional attire?

◇In general, he wanted to dance with you, especially Flamenco (that's all he associated with dances, lmao), but he was too clumsy for it and kinda ruined the fun a bit.

◇He felt a bit guilty even though you honestly said nothing happened.

Donatello

◇Sometimes the guy gets annoyed when you can't find the right word in English, but he won't help you with it for the life of him at that moment.

◇Honestly, he sees it as motivation for you to improve your English.

◇Jerk.

◇Only when April convinced him did he create a small device for you that works like a translator, but one that actually works.

◇Although he sometimes enjoys listening to you speak in your language, don't expect him to understand anything, at least not when he's working on a new innovation.

◇He'll look you straight in the eyes and say he doesn't want to learn Spanish, but secretly he's cramming like never before.

◇Oh, you have no idea how much he loves your shocked expression when, after a few weeks, he effortlessly starts speaking basic Spanish to you. It's a good thing he records everything and can replay it indefinitely.

◇When it comes to food, he won't eat everything, especially if a Spanish dish has a relatively strange texture.

◇And even though it's a dessert, his favorite food is Flan. Sweet Boy.

◇You don't have to tell him twice - he'll put on traditional Spanish clothes and feel *divine* in them. He'll also proudly show them off on the next stream.

◇You don't even have to convince him to try dancing! There's a reason his nickname is Bootyshaker9000.

◇He'll dance with you from Flamenco to Paso Doble.

Michelangelo

◇He'll patiently wait until you find the right word in English.

◇If you really struggle, he'll be the first to suggest using any random online translator.

◇Sometimes he might make fun of your accent, but it's relatively rare.

◇No problem listening to your conversations in Spanish; honestly, it's helping him slowly understand certain words.

◇He'll even be thrilled if you suggest teaching him Spanish.

◇But now you'll have to be very patient because he totally sucks at learning languages. Sorry not sorry.

◇Spanish food? Absolutely :DD

◇He loves your Empanadas the most: good, hearty, and filled with love from you.

◇He won't turn down Spanish dances from you, although he might mix in some hip-hop moves during it. Idk, just a feeling.

[animeyanderelover]

Anon: Yandere alphabet with Asano Gakuho?

Since you didn't specify which letters, I just chose four.

Tw: Yandere themes, toxic relationship, forced relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, controlling behavior, monopolizing behavior, isolation, manipulation, gaslighting

Yandere Alphabet

Death-How messy are they? Do they feel guilty/sorry for the lives they take?

🏫Gakuho may never drive a knife in another's heart and he may never use a gun to end someone's life but I would argue that the methods he uses make a normal death through a weapon seem preferable. He may not be an assassin yet he has tremendous influence and power in his hands. The things he can do are numerous and one option is as terrifying as the next one. You would know best just how terrifying Gakuho is as you are the unfortunate victim of his obsession. Gakuho, who believes that Ikeda's death was his own mistake, has since voted to never be so careless again in his life and let another mistake happen. This mindset can be perfectly applied to this topic as well as he does not let anything slide, no matter how harmless it might be. He seeks out total control and that not only includes his school and the students in it but also your life and the life of the people surrounding you. He wants perfection and if the people around you do not fit into his image, he will remove them.

🏫He ignores basic morals in favor of perfecting everything to his own image. He never feels any pity for the people he teaches a lesson as he always sees it as taking care of the pest before it can cause any damage. Obviously a huge part of the isolation he forces on you is a result of his own controlling personality yet I can't help but think that another reason he always reacts so quickly is because of the lingering guilt he feels for Ikeda's death. His former student was driven to suicide due to the intense bullying he had to endure and that memory that has led him to change his very foundation has led to a very intense overprotective instinct as Gakuho grows obsessed with you. If he eliminates the tender bud before it can grow into anything threatening for you, he genuinely believes that he does you a favor. You may not think the same but that's to be expected. You have a soft and good heart after all. He's just making sure that your heart doesn't crumble like his student's heart did.

Earnest-How intense and dangerous are they really?

🏫​Gakuho is a freaking monster and he doesn't even hide it as he believes his methods and the way he sees things to be the correct one. Everyone is one way or another intimidated by him although he possesses just as much charm and charisma to convince everyone of his decisions. It is honestly the sum of everything that makes him arguably the worst one of his verse. He has the influence, the money and the power that it takes to imprison you forever. He has the intelligence, the looks and the charm to influence the hearts and minds of the people around you even without having to use his position. He is very controlling and possessive which means that you have essentially no time for yourself as he has a schedule for your own life yet he is confident enough in the grasp he has on your life to even let you wander around freely if you have earned it as he knows that you have no means of freeing yourself from him.

Fight-How do they feel if their darling fights back/says they hate them?

🏫​It takes some courage to say this to a man who always emits such an intimidating aura and he gives you credit for doing so as many others wouldn't have the guts to do so. You are going to be the only one agitating yourself as Gakuho is terrifyingly calm as you do so. If he is doing something else whilst you fight back or run your mouth against him, he continues with what he is doing all whilst glancing occasionally at you to tell you that he is listening. You might think that he would punish disobedience but he is quite unbothered with your little temper tantrum. You may spout such claims but do you have any means to defy him? It is the knowledge that by the end of the day you won't be able to do anything that gives him such calmness. There is no need to get worked up over your empty threats after all. Instead he's hoping that venting your emotions out like this will help you to cool down and think rationally again.

Game-Do they see this all as a game?

🏫​No. Gakuho has never viewed anything as a fun game anymore since his own student committed suicide and the same counts for his feelings for you. As cruel, controlling and scary as Gakuho can be and will definitely be, he has always made sure to show you that the feelings he harbors for you are sincere. Even if his love may be twisted and dark, he has never considered you as anything less than his lover and partner he plans to keep with him until death tears you two apart. It is instead precisely because he holds you so dearly that he has done all the things he has done so far. He loves you and he protects you in the way he deems to be the right one and whilst those actions are extreme and without any morals attached to them, he does them because he is serious and dangerously committed to the relationship he has forcefully built with you.