#hands free storytime

[library-naughty-corner]

Recordings of my work

I'm honoured that some of my mutuals have made audio recordings of themselves reading out various stories I've written.

Stories:

Panties (Read by: @jess-loves-you)

Fingers (Read by: @just-peach)

Suit (Read by: @mushroomforests)

Short writings:

(What if?) Orgy (Read by: @mushroomforests)

Submissions:

(irisjaxx665) Worried (Read by: @mushroomforests)

[clover-the-awesomest]

Major respect and gratitude to all these wonderful artists and logical people!! I'm an amateur artist myself who has never seen the appeal in AI art at all, or just AI in general, but I never really thought too much on how the situation affects people with disabilities. This thread though shows me and other regular people how free and creative art is. And how "Art" as a concept really doesn't have any limitations! You don't need a robot to do something that only a human can truly understand, and you shouldn't have to!

Thanks for sharing all your POV's on this situation and I'm glad we still have some sensible people in such a shitty world. <3

Plus, AI just sucks overall.

"ai is making it so everyone can make art" Everyone can make art dipshit it came free with your fucking humanity

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So. Storytime for guerilla gardeners and solarpunk enthusiasts. This story comes to me 3rd hand but I believe the basic shape of it is true, even if details may be off.

So there’s this guy who lives in my parents’ town. Wanted to have a pocket farm but lives on an urban lot in a small city instead because y’know jobs and stuff. He could definitely get a few raised beds in the backyard but nothing all that impressive and the front yard is on a very busy road with the expectation that it’ll look reasonably traditional (plus planting food by busy roads isn’t always a good idea).

However

After he’s lived there for a while, he realizes his neighbors are all older people who maybe have more challenges taking care of their yards than they used to. So he goes to his next door neighbor and offers a deal: I’ll mow and maintain your front yard for free if you let me knock down the fences between our backyards and plant them both with food. And you’ll get a cut of the produce.

Presumably the neighbor already knew and trusted this guy because he said yes. So he starts mowing and maintaining his and his neighbor’s front yards and planting food in their now-shared backyards. After a season or two this goes well enough that the next neighbor down the street asks if he can be in on this too.

So now there’s 3 front yards to mow and three backyards full of produce. And it keeps going from there. Dude gets a rider lawnmower and does everyone’s front yards, and meanwhile he’s maintaining an entire block’s worth of produce in the back. His yields got so high that he was able to start offering boxes of produce outside of the block’s residents too. This is how I heard of him: my parents’ next door neighbors were picking up a regular box of produce from him.

I love a couple of things about this story:

Offering to maintain people’s front yards for them allows baby boomers to feed their thirst for keeping up appearances while still getting food production into the neighborhood

As homeowners age offering services like this is legitimately good community building

BLOCK-LONG POCKET FARM

These exact circumstances might not be replicable everywhere, but I love thinking about how these principles could be applied.

[ultravioletrayz]

GARBAGE MAN (18+)

toxic!simon 'ghost' riley x nurse!f!reader

Simon never meant to rough you up this bad, especially considering it was always your delicate touch that reduced the roughness of his scars and wounds. You attended to him so diligently, so kindly that it made him forget about how and why he was bleeding out of his arm or coughing up blood. The only thing that mattered was the fact that you were gonna fix it. Fix him. Not with your gauze and stitches, but with the concern that glistens in your watery eyes every time you see him limp into your office, all battered and bruised after particularly strenuous assignments.

But he couldn't help it. He's a rough, filthy man. A soldier, a hardened killing machine. Even in the face of a true angel like you, he just couldn't alter his own nature.

Your pretty face is smushed against Simon's stained pillows, the glasses perched on the tip of your nose almost cracking due to the weight of his massive, calloused hands holding you down to keep your back arched so perfectly for him. Tears are flowing down your flushed cheeks, which are the same shade of pretty pink as the round globes of your ass, slapped and groped cruelly by the man currently churning your insides from the back. Your moans and mewls, accompanied by Simon's curses and quiet groans, echo throughout his quarters. Your cute little pencil skirt and long coat filled with pens and notepads sits on the cold floor, almost taunting you for letting one of your own patients diminish you to a dirty whore in your place of work. But the way the intricate, bulging veins decorating Simon's cock massage the walls of your raw cunt has you sobbing, begging for more, your pathetic cries muffled by the damp pillows beneath you.

With his hand still tangled in your hair, holding you down and keeping you in the position he had to manhandle you into, Simon lets his free hand mockingly caress your soft, smooth sides, his touch feather-light to try and bring back some of that innocence of your previously professional relationship that he finds himself craving on lonely nights.

And when you've both reached your nth sloppy, depraved climaxes, Simon just can't bring himself to show you that same affection and care you always shower him with in the medbay. He shoves your clothes into your arms and kicks you out of his room before you even have a chance to compose yourself after being fucked into oblivion by the same man you've saved from the brink of death countless times before.

Integrity lost and shame overcoming your naked, bruised frame, you limp back to your own room, unable to decide whether you want to feel elated by the mind-numbing pounding you were just lucky enough to receive, or upset that you just gave yourself up so easily to such a mean man.

I'm back you guys!! Let me know if anyone wants a little storytime about the hiatus because MAN is there a lot to vent about

[reasonsforhope]

"Three years ago, Araba Maze was reading a book to her niece on the front stoop of her Baltimore home in a perfectly ordinary fashion.

But as the pages turned, the number of local children gathered around for “stoop storytime” increased until Maze had to take notice. ‘What are they doing?’ she thought.

When she had finished reading to them, they asked her to read another. “Go home and read,” she said. “We don’t have any books,” they replied.

Little did she know, but those fateful minutes of reading time launched Maze’s career as a librarian and influencer who champions a cause of getting books into the hands of urban children with no access to libraries.

Now known as Storybook Maze, she started work at the nearest library, which wasn’t that near since her neighborhood is one of the worst ‘book deserts’ in Baltimore. Using her training, she began to curate collections of books and get them into the hands of children using three creative methods.

The first is a free book vending machine. Using her extreme popularity on platforms like Instagram and TikTok, she gathered funds to install a book vending machine for kids on the street in 2023. Through her efforts in opening pop-up bookstores, she’s distributed over 7,000 books to children.

Throughout the process, she routinely hosted more ‘stoop storytimes’ where she would read to children throughout the city, driving publicity through her social media channels.

Now, Storybook Maze is attempting her largest project yet—a book trolley. With the goal of raising $100,000 on GoFundMe, she hopes to have a colorful children’s train that will toot-toot its way through the book deserts of Baltimore, providing as many books as can fit in the carriage cars.

“This book haven on wheels aims to break down barriers and provide access to books that traditional libraries can’t reach,” Maze writes. “As the wheels of the Book Trolley turn, so do the pages of countless stories waiting to be discovered.”"

-via Good News Network, May 8, 2024 (GoFundMe is still running as of now! $30k/$100k!)

-video via StoryBookMaze, November 10, 2023

[dragonbma]

🌲 !25 Days of Blockmas! 🌲

The holiday spirit is almost upon us! Starting December 1st, please enjoy this little board of activities I’ve cooked up for the MC:SM community. Blockmas features a handful of fun ways to partake in the fandom along with festive drawing prompts scattered in. Please note everything is optional and you do not have to complete every day to partake! Feel free to use the #25 Days of Blockmas tag so I can see your posts! Have fun and happy holidays!

✏️Day 1: Snow Day!

Toss characters into a nice chilly landscape, snowball fight, or the Icy Palace of Despair. Or perhaps just give them a nice cup of cocoa. ^^

Day 2: Scribble challenge!

Pick a character to draw using only one line. Once you lift your pen off the paper, that concludes the one line! (Feel free to color underneath the scribble!)

Day 3: Secret Admirer!

Slip an ask into the inboxes of your favorite creators and tell them how much their work means to you! Remind your beloved artists why they bring you comfort or inspiration, tell the writers how much their stories made you laugh or cry, etc.

✏️Day 4: Winter Clothes!

Wrap a character in a nice, snug sweater, puffy coat, scarf, or other festive apparel!

Day 5: Storytime!

Grab your blanket and start reading a fic you’ve been wanting to try for a while.

Day 6: The Good, ‘Ol Days…

Vibe and watch a playthrough of your favorite episodes of Minecraft: Story Mode. Alternatively, play the game yourself!

✏️Day 7: Ice Scream!

Turn a character into one of those cursed ice cream treats…

Day 8: AU Appreciation!

Send an ask to a creator about an AU they’ve crafted. You never know what may help them develop the story!

Day 9: Why is this here?

Slip some memes into a mutual’s inbox. Or many mutuals’ inboxes… Or a stranger’s inbox!

⭐️Day 10: Free Space!

Day 11: The Pen is Mightier…

Write a festive snippet about the holidays anywhere in the game! (Beacontown, Sky City, The Underneath, etc!)

Day 12: Kind Comments!

Leave appreciation on a few fanfics of your choice! Tell the authors how much they mean to you ^^

✏️Day 13: Cozy…

Time to keep warm during the snowstorm outside. Snuggle up in a blanket, sip some cocoa, or stay close to the fireplace!

Day 14: They would NOT say that—

Have fun with incorrect quotes or draw over images!

Day 15: Repetition!

Repeat any day of your choice or try one from the remaining list!

✏️Day 16: Gift Giving!

Share the holiday spirit with a few fun presents!

Day 17: Time Machine!

Revisit one of your favorite fics to enjoy the tale all over again.

Day 18: Classic Minecraft!

Have fun mining and crafting! Perhaps play with friends—

✏️Day 19: Ugh, Fine. <3

Give one of your least favorite characters appreciation. (It doesn’t have to be a lot. Just a small doodle will suffice.)

Day 20: Well-Deserved Break! Take a rest. The coming days will be rather artsy so get your pencils ready!

✏️Day 21: OC appreciation!

✏️Day 22: AU art!

✏️Day 23: Doodle a scene from a fic you enjoy!

✏️Day 24: Your choice!

^ For the prompts above, you may use OCs/AUs that belong to others!

🌲Day 25: Recap!

Sit back, relax and take a look at all you accomplished! Enjoy your holidays! If you would like, use this day as another optional Free Space!

[coffins-flowers]

Day 5: realization

I can’t believe it’s ending and I still read only 1 prompt from femmescripter. I need free time. I’m writing my stories for hour or so because I can physically give only so much attention to it :’^(

Storytime (this time without sad sub-plot I promise):

(Bradley)

I admitted to myself I love you at the end of november, when while driving I saw you on pedestrian street. Angry, cold, unlike you. I’m glad I made you get into my car; when we sat on folded back seats and started eating and drinking, when we were covering eachother with blanket; you finally brightened.

”Why won’t you ask what happened?” I heard.

I never associated this question with genuine concern. It was always a mind play for me in my worst years. How to tell you that?

”Why would I? If you want say it yourself.” Bravo me.

”It’ll be nice if you’d ask. That would mean you at least care.”

Oh Max. Getting on my nerves already, I am too weak to fight.

”I don’t like that question.”

”That’s all?”

”That’s all.”

”Can I tell you this?”

”You can say anything.”

”Even that your older sister is hot as hell?”

”WHAT!?”

You… started laughing. Very, very loud. It was… pleasant, pretty.

”You should have seen your face! Hahahaha, Jesus man haha. How are you not blowing your brain out with our trio? Ahyuk”

My heart was about to escape my ribcage and run to you, my smile subconsciously appeared. I thought for a moment that maybe this is how love feels.

You calmed down. Looked at me with your onyx eyes and said a phrase I will always remember.

”So this is your honest smile? Maybe you should use it more often”

You made it even wider.

(Max)

How did you know I would agree to a date? Was it a wild card or you knew something I didn’t yet but now am sure of?

My thoughts were just like that before seeing your smirky face „Ice rink? I never even wore ice skates before. Is it like regular skating? Why I agreed to it? Why was I so excited on a word ‚date’? Are you just mocking me? Or maybe it’s genuine.” I’m still mad that it was probably you figuring my own self sooner than I did.

Ice was much more unstable than asphalt, my legs were melting and you just stood there.

”Are you sure you don’t need any help?”

”NO. Give me a second.”

What am I talking about? I’m barely standing and fighting for my life clinging onto barriers. I won’t admit I can’t ice skate, that I am scared. Ain’t no way.

”Ugh!” Oh no. Your voice full of irritation went through my spine. Don’t approach me, don’t approach me, don’t approach me… DAMMIT!

”Hold my hands”

”No, thanks. I’ll figure that ou-„ You bastard you grabbed me!

”Listen, shape your feet into V…”

”Ookay”

”See? You’re fine. I’m holding you, you are steady. It’s fine” Steady? It is anything but steady!

”Now. Pull dominant leg away and go to me. Just like skating”

”mhm” I’m moving forward, it’s fine, it’s fine. No! Hell it’s not! It’s not at all… wait, I feel your grip getting stronger.

”I’m here, don’t worry. Look at me and it’ll be fine” Why is your voice so calming? Not that I mind but… how are you doing that? Making me feel so safe?

We are moving forward, I start getting it. I can do this!

”Let me go”

”Max, I don’t think it’s good idea”

”C’mon. I will do it”

”As you wish~”

Heck yeah! I’m doing it. I’m great. It is great. It… it starts to get unsteable again. Oh no. OH NO. OH NONONONO ARGH-

I barely got caught, one millimeter further and I’d be on a ground. I feel like made of jelly.

”Hahahahaha! What were you saying? It’s not THAT easy princess hahaha”

Looking at you, laughing, holding me from that angle… oh cupid you really are cruel. I don’t think I’m ready for relationship.

”Are you alright Max?” Your ocean-blue eyes widened. That cloudy-sky, royal, deep blue looking at me. And your hair waving in a wind like a sea of weeds, with all the shades of a plane tree. Even your brows look stuning when you look at me all concerned. You are all mine at this moment and this is comforting like comfy bed after tiring day, like cold drink in summer heat, like… us seating in your car.

I changed my mind. I must be with you in a relationship.

[sheeezu]

you asked for free labor and i OBLIGE! there’s nothing more i love than hearing people talk about their drs: anything simple from morning routine, to life altering moment, to happiest moment, literally anything you’d like 🎀 lol i’m a sucker for a good story

Oof I completely missed your ask.

Anyways I'm happy to share :)

I'm not sure what I could possibly share in my morning routine, it's the same as any other person's DR. Wake up, get a kiss from my SO, eat breakfast which has always been porridge, i find it more convenient, then I change into my work uniform (yes, I wear a uniform to work) and then go to work.

I think it's just better to just do a random storytime, I have a very mushy brain at the current moment so my mind is replaying a single memory so-

I was in college and my best friend (who's my SO now) forced me to go a concert with him, it was a pretty big celebrity in my reality, and so I knew there was going to be a crowd.

I was too hesitant because I didn't even know a single song from that artist, second, I didn't want to be pushed around, and the main reason was I had dinner with my dad (Btw I love him, best dad ever)

So after adjusting my schedule, I arrived at the concert with my soon-to-be SO.

All I did during the concert was stand stone faced in the middle of the crowd, we were standing pretty close to the stage. Long story short I ended up being pushed by this very eager fangirl into the stage, and ended up getting a small cut on my wrist from the edge of the stage.

I left to hopefully locate a restroom, it was a very local concert literally held at our college. So I entered the washroom and stopped my bleeding cut. After a while I thought there was no better place to find peace away from the crowd than in the restroom, meaning I got distracted and took out my phone and read world affairs for a good 20 minutes.

After a while some guy comes in, so I put the phone back and faced him, he was the singer who was performing, at this point in my life this had been my first time being this close to a celebrity, but did it mean much to me? no.

What I was more confused about what this 2 year post graduate celebrity guy just walked into the college restroom which students use, without a care of security risks.

I asked him what he was doing here, he told me that "What? Even famous people have to go."

I realised this was getting awkward, so I reworded my question, telling him that this is the restroom students use, I tried to prove my point I pointed towards an area of the wall where random swear words and suggestive drawings were made with a sharpie, only to find they had been covered with some sort of weird medical tape.

I cleared my throat, before he tells me that this is the VIP restroom he had been escorted to.

Sure enough, outside there was a paper stuck to the door and a big VIP was written on it.

Basically they converted the restroom on the campus into a VIP restroom only for one day.

And I managed to sneak in, idk there was no one guarding the restroom so that makes it even more funny.

He asked me if i wanted an autograph to which my politics clouded mind responded with a big fat blunt no.

But then I remembered it would give me some brownie points if I bring back an autograph to the guy I was trying to win over, who, at that time was a pretty decent fan of this celebrity (also, there is nothing special to this celebrity just because I haven't mentioned his name, his name was Jimmy, and he looked like jimmy Nuetron) so after a while I told him that, I, infant would like an autograph.

I had nothing on which I could get a signature on, in my pocket was just one blood socked tissue paper.

And so I got it signed.

...

I got out and like a psychopath handed over the bloody signed tissue to my soon to be SO who was more worried since he thought I got lost somewhere, since the concert ended a while ago.

...

He still has that tissue paper. It's has a sentimental value in our relationship.

[zylphiacrowley]

Then v Now

Tagged by @sailor-artemis @gatheredfates and @disaster-husbun Thank you friends~! ♥

I will tag uhhhhh..... @golmorehotgirl @lilas @this-is-ris @e-nishka-aosh and @stalwart-spirit

^ 12/2020 (apparently?) || 12/2024 v

So uhhhhh... storytime I guess.

A long time ago (I think this would've been when StB or maybe even HW was current) I bought a prebuilt "gaming" PC (mistake). To test it's capabilities I decided I would run the benchmark for whatever expansion was current at that time (don't ask me why this was my first train of thought, I don't claim to know the inner workings of my own mind)... it failed. Like miserably. Like if the bench could audibly laugh at me I think it would've. No matter, I hate MMOs and didn't plan to play it anyway, I just wanted to test it. I went on my merry way with my shitass "gaming" PC (that didn't last long anyway because it really was just a glorified paperweight).

Several years (and a new custom built PC) later, I was scrolling tumblr, as you do, and I kept seeing this red haired catboy and I was like "I don't know who this catboy is, but I wish only the best for him" then I found out that he was from XIV and that XIV had a "Free trial up to level 60 including the award winning expansion, Heavensward", so I was like, "Eh, I should try out the benchmark again see if I can run it. Also I enjoy a good character creator so I'll make a character give it a go and probably stop once I finish all the free content." Oh..... oh you sweet summer child... Anyway because I was not seriously considering playing this game for the long run, I was like "heehee I make an old catman because old man protag is unusual for SE game so is a bit sillay." I ran him all the way through ARR with people calling him "lad" and "boy" before I decided I couldn't stand it anymore and I spent my free fantasia to shoot him with the lazerbeam of youth. Woe, youth be upon ye catboy.

Now, did I need a friend to pretty much hold my hand all through ARR and HW because I was literally shaking with anxiety every time I queued for literally any content in the game? ...................I mean, yeah (thank you for being patient with me Lambs, as I made you run a bby sprout through probably mind-numbingly boring content for you at the time). But look at me now! I can queue as a DPS without crying the whole time I'm sitting in queue! Progress babeeeeeeeee!

It wasn't until this year (or late last year, I forget) that I actually got up the courage to start posting more stuff about my catboy (and my ship... especially my ship I still get sort of self-conscious about posting ship stuff but I enjoy it so I keep doing it anyway) and through doing so I've met soooooooo many wonderful friends in the community! I love seeing and learning about other people's WoLs, OCs, and ships, so I have been thriving getting to know everyone!

It has been an honor getting to share fandom space with so many fantastic people! I hope in 2025 I get to know even more about everyone's characters, and maybe even meet new people!

[broodybelly]

#mpreg storytime

Jamie spent all his free time in the gym. It became his whole world. When he met Chris his world got turned upside down. He was on the ab crunch machine when Chris came up to him. The smell of Chris's cologne struck him like a ton of bricks. The sight of Chris' bulging biceps got him next, Jamie knew he would be stiff after his workout he didn't think he would be during. Chris asked how many sets he had left, Jamie could see Chris's biceps were not the only thing bulging. They spent the entire gym session together. And the next fifty, which always ended getting rather steamy in the showers.

Jamie obviously had been talking to Chris too much because it was expanding. Chris said it was a power belly because of how firm it was. Jamie was loving how much attention the belly was getting from Chris who couldn't keep his hands off it. It probably was just that he was incredibly bloated, because he was constantly feeling gas bubbles. Chris sometimes felt them and would laugh, "you've really got to change your diet man, something you're eating isn't agreeing with you." He'd then kiss where he felt the movement.

One day when Jamie was relaxing, watching Chris pumping iron, he felt the bubbles again but this time it felt different his whole belly shifted. Suddenly it all clicked. Jamie rubbed his bump and it all started to make sense. While Jamie logically thought he should be nervous about what the future had in store, Jamie was content in knowing Chris was going to be there with him.

[ghiradellidarkchocolatebrownies]

STORYTIME: DO NOT FEED YOUR CLOWNS THIS!!

I volunteer a few days a week at a clown shelter. Earlier this month, a Teacup-Birthday mix named Kiki was adopted by a (seemingly) very nice middle aged couple, and we were very happy to send yet another clown to a good home. But disaster struck this afternoon when the couple returned to the shelter, wanting to surrender Kiki back to us. Their reason? She was not performing any tricks and had been biting them nonstop for weeks now. I was of course very shocked and confused by this. Kiki was one of the most playful and least temperamental clowns I had ever cared for.

I asked them if she had the proper environment, if they had changed her costume or markings in any way, if they were feeding her the proper diet. They said that they were doing everything right, and were following the care instructions we had given them. I usually give people the benefit of the doubt, but their story just wasn't adding up. And they were shifting nervously, and talking quietly to each other when they thought I wasn't looking. I told them to wait while I took Kiki for a checkup. As I took her to the vet's office, I couldn't help but notice that she seemed to lack any energy at all. When I tried to tickle her stomach (something that she normally loves), she snapped at me (Luckily, I jerked my hand away before she could bite).

When the vet examined Kiki, it was revealed that she was suffering from malnourishment and a button infection. I went back out to talk to the owners, and they continued to deny any mistreatment. After some more questioning and prying, they finally broke down and admitted what they had been doing.

They had been feeding Kiki a mix of mice and small bones (no problem there). But for her candy intake, they had been feeding her SUGAR-FREE candy. My heart sank as soon as I heard those words. No wonder Kiki had been so sick.

Every clown owner should know that (in general) Clowns need a healthy mixture of raw meat and sugar in their diets. Feeding them sugar-free stuff can be very bad for them and cause a LOT of problems.

For one, they will not be getting their much needed sugar intake. A sugar deficiency will lower their mood, make them more easily agitated, make them sick, and can even be deadly for some clown breeds (such as Birthday and Circus). As Kiki is a Birthday clown, she might not have survived another week without sugar.

Another thing to keep in mind about sugar-free products is that they often have artificial sweeteners in them. These sweeteners are not ideal for clowns, as most clown breeds have sensitivities or allergies to them. Simply put, most clowns' digestive systems are not properly built to process sugar-free foods. Feeding your clown artificial sweeteners over time can even weaken their immune system (This is likely what contributed to Kiki's infection).

The owners claimed that they had no idea that sugar-free candy was bad for clowns (very unlikely since the care instructions specifically list sugar-free foods under the "DO NOT" section). My boss suggested to them that we take care of Kiki for a few days, but they told us they weren't coming back. As soon as they left, we informed other local shelters about them and even posted on internet forums about it, as they may go somewhere else and find a different clown to mistreat. They clearly only see clowns as entertainment and nothing else.

We gave Kiki some cotton candy, and she's already starting to return to her old self. Unfortunately, though, this means that she's back in the system. There's no telling how long until she's adopted again.

Before anyone asks, we make sure to look into anyone who's interested in adopting one of our clowns. We run background checks, call character witnesses, make sure they have the proper environment for a clown and have the money to support one, etc. Overall, the process takes about a month or so. Sometimes it can take even longer if we have a waiting list. It is extremely rare that a clown adoption goes wrong. In fact, this is the first time it's happened in the year I've been volunteering here.

TL;DR

Don't feed clowns sugar-free foods! It can make them very sick and cause a lot of complications.

[zai-luvsshifting]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚

• Shifting storytime and the effects afterwards

Around a month and a half ago I shifted here, when I did I was showering. In the shower I decided "alright, I'm going to shift, no exceptions. When I get out of the shower, my black mirror will be pink.", then I carried on with my shower as per usual. I didn't do ANYTHING, I just affirmed a few times and I was set. After I finished up, I moved the shower curtain out of the way, I dried myself off without thinking about the mirror and then I looked up and realized that the mirror DID change colors! Although, it wasn't pink, it still turned silver instead. When this clicked in my head my heart started racing, I was in complete shock.

After my shock wore off, I felt happy, and satisfied. I almost immediately went and texted my friends about it. However, I started to doubt myself. I knew I shifted, my mirror WAS black! There was no way it wasn't because why would I say to myself "the black mirror will be pink". This consciousness was gaslighting me into thinking my mirror was ALWAYS silver when I knew it wasn't! This helped me realize that your awareness is MUCH different from your consciousness. Your awareness is just perceiving things, just watching, and being. While on the other hand, your consciousness is knowing. For example, in one universe you might know what 2+2 is, and in the other you could be completely clueless. THAT is your consciousness. I know this is not profound and others have probably said this already but I thought it would help to have a little reminder. Happy shifting!

YOU WILL SHIFT !!

(if anyone has questions feel free to ask!)

༄˖°.🪐.ೃ࿔*:･

[vignirek]

Wukong + Macaque headcanons

Wukong

- loves the feeling of flying, will often transform into a bird or use his cloud just to fly around and chill in the skies

- pretty much vegetarian in terms of diet (but prefers fruit over veggies), overall not a picky eater; when he doesn't eat peaches, he snacks on bugs and nuts instead

- really affectionate and very social due to spending so much time with his troop (also loves his troop very much and would throw hands with anyone that threatened them; would never say it out loud but it also includes Macaque)

- is actually pretty smart and has a lot of experience from the journey (but comes off as the opposite due to his lessons not being straightforward enough- but I think he gets better at it as he gets the hang of teaching MK stuff)

- became friends with Chang’E after the moon episode; they frequently do video calls or text each other things (maybe she even sends him peach flavored mooncakes somehow)

- his eyesight got borked from the trigram furnace so that makes it difficult for him to read (he later gets glasses for that exact reason)

- draws picturebooks for his monkeys and often does storytime sessions with them where he reads his books to the monkeys (I mean he's shown to be good at drawing in canon, so I think he could theoretically make picturebooks bc they rely on pictures more than blocks of text-); though before picturebooks were a thing, Wukong used to draw on scrolls in the past and told his stories that way, and Macaque would always join for storytime (he'd pretend that the monkeys dragged him into it just to tease Wukong, but he actually did enjoy Wukong's stories)

Macaque

- is a good swimmer & likes swimming a lot (diving underwater is his most favorite activity) (he finds it peaceful and noises are muffled for him underwater, so he occasionally goes off to dive in FMM's waters for an hour or two) (and he just stays there to relax the entire time)

- not a picky eater and can pretty much eat anything, but has a preference for meat; occasionally snacks on seeds and bananas

- good at singing and plays a few instruments in his free time

- his six ears are the same color as his skin, but they glow purple like his eyes when he uses the ears' abilities (heavily inspired by this)

- used his right hand more in the past, but has since trained himself to use his left hand more frequently (mainly because of his right eye)

- likes to write stories when inspiration hits him

- besides “Six Eared Macaque”, he has a personal name that he picked out for himself, but doesn’t like sharing it unless it’s someone he fully trusts and is close with (as of now, Wukong is the only one who knows that name, but he has never shared it with anyone else, even after their friendship was over)

- likes the sound of rain (and absolutely despises thunderstorms)

- very independent as a person and has taught himself things like sewing, making food, hunting + foraging, fighting off enemies, etc.

- the more "wild" one of the two (in the sense that he prefers nature to cities and has no problem sleeping in trees instead of beds)

[not-poignant]

Assumption: You have never ridden a horse.

Oooo, this is a fun one, salkfjas

I have! I've ridden more than one horse, more than once.

(Actual storytime) (This is from the Assumptions meme!)

In late highschool and in the few years after I had a close friend who owned a horse (Billy) and agisted him, and was responsible for him. She basically was allowed to get him when she got her driver's license.

I was the kind of friend (and still kind of am, energy willing) that you could drag around to all your chores and I'd just be there. So I'd be there when she went shopping. I would be there when she went to get horse food. I would be there when she did homework. I would be there when she went to visit her horse and brush him down and feed him etc.

I helped with basic chores and watched from the sidelines and mostly hung out with her dog, Huskee, who was not a husky, but a borderline collie x corgi who barked nonstop at that horse, who she alas, could not herd.

Through this friend I actually learned about Natural Horsemanship, to the point where I actually went to a couple of Pat Parelli seminars (run by Pat) in like 2000/2001. It was the thing that really sparked my interest in animal training, especially humane, fear free animal training (and clicker training specifically, since Pat was teaching marker training at the time, and said friend started using it on their dog, Huskee).

I never rode, for a long time, because I was happy on the sidelines, and also I went there so my friend could ride her horse, not so I could like, steal her horse out from under her lol. I don't think her horse liked me very much anyway (later I'd find out that was pretty much true, it was a zero respect relationship, maybe he knew I was a doormat lmao).

Anyway, said friend had another friend who was extremely horse intense, and she got her own horse (Coda) , that she then never really took the time to ride. Coda was kind of nuts. Billy was the kind of horse who walked so slow you felt like you were going backwards, Coda had one speed: gallop. Coda and Billy got on great.

But Coda was pretty neglected, and so I often spent time with him while my friend did her chores with Billy. I was used to bringing out food, or changing water etc. so I did that for Coda sometimes. And after a while, friend was like 'it would be cool if we could trail ride together, how about you learn on Billy first since he's so slow and sedate.' And friend was like 'I'll ride Coda because I have more experience.' This made sense! She wanted me to stay safe!! But...

Billy was slow, sedate, and did not give a shit about me. This is a horse that stepped on my feet (on purpose), who deliberately angled towards low-hanging branches to scrape me off the saddle (hilarious, but also not really), and made it clear how much he wasn't interested in anyone else riding him in the most passive aggressive way a horse possibly can.

Coda, on the other hand, had a reputation for being wild and unstable. He'd tossed multiple riders more than once, hadn't been trained with Natural Horsemanship (like...kind of? But not really) and was not halter-broke by the time friend-of-friend got him, so just getting him to accept a halter and a saddle at all was huge, and anything beyond that was like 'welp, good luck.'

However, it was obvious trying to do anything with me and Billy was not going to work out. So...Coda it was.

And idk how to explain it, but Coda and I just got along. It was on the other hand terrifying, because his default movement was 'canter' and all he wanted to do, all he wanted to do, was gallop up and down granite hills as quickly as possible and spook at fucking everything. It wasn't his fault, he wasn't taken out much and he had that kind of personality. He once saw a kangaroo in the distance and spun a full 360 degrees, and I ended up half off him, hanging on for dear life, while friend just stared at me and said: 'how did you not fall off, that was insane. You might actually be good at this.'

Well. No, I wasn't, I just had a good grip, lmao.

So we went on extremely stressful trail rides together. Billy thankfully curbed some of Coda's GOTTA GO FAST instincts but only to a point, so I had to be pretty hypervigilant nonstop because that dude bunched his hindquarters what felt like every ten seconds, and I can't really blame him, it's what he loved to do most. He was just a terrible horse to learn to ride on, lmao, even if we did get along.

I haven't ridden since and honestly haven't felt much of an inclination to. I'd be too heavy now anyway. And I'm pretty certain I'd be bad at it. When your first experience is 'placid horse who generally accepts everyone but stares at you in a desultory manner and makes sure you know - while feeding him / brushing him / watering him etc. - that you do not matter in the grand scheme of things' followed by 'I like you! NOW I WILL FLING MYSELF DOWN THIS GRANITE HILL WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE WE ARE ALL SCREAMING IN EXCITEMENT AND NOT FEAR' you think 'actually I don't need to ride the murder ponies, it's fine.'

Anyway, yeah, I have ridden a horse.

[fakeboycorrection]

Fakeboy storytime 3(I think?)

You wake up, tired and groggy, trying to remember what happened.

Last thing you remember, you were at the local gay bar. There were tons of dudes around you, but you had taken interest in one of the biggest guys in there. He was tall, handsome, and huge as hell, exactly your type....

Most of the guys around were twinks, a little feminine, or trans, like you. But not this guy. He was 100% masculine, and you loved it. You started flirting with him as soon as you saw him, and he seemed receptive. You were upfront with him about being trans and he was extremely respectful about it, still interested, though you were surprised at how much this shocked him. You never thought that you passed very well, but apparently he couldn't tell. Nice.

He offered to buy you a few drinks across the night, and you gladly accepted. You never considered yourself a lightweight, but the second drink he gave you, right after you got back from the bathroom, hit you hard. You were feeling tired. Confused. Dizzy. But he was kind. He offered up his water to you, took you outside, and got you in the back of his car, promising to get you home. You felt so nice and safe with him, slowly falling asleep in his car.

And now, there you were, waking up, strapped down to some kind of metal table. You felt like a piece of meat on display. You tried to yell out, but your mouth was gagged. You looked around. The room was dark and looked like some kind of basement. The walls looked thick and hard, and you weren't sure how deep you were. Wherever you were now, no one was going to hear you, even without that gag in your mouth.

You heard footsteps behind you. Slowly walking into your vision was the man from the bar last night. Your eyes suddenly widened as things started to make sense.... you couldn't believe how dumb you'd been. You'd fallen right into his hands.

"Well, good morning, sweetheart..." the man said. It was only then the you realized, you didn't even know this man's name, and he'd never bothered to ask yours. You two barely knew each other, and yet you'd been dumb enough to trust him this much...

"I'm sure you've already figured out where this is going, but if you haven't, I'll try to be upfront with you." He said, tearing off the small amount of fabric hiding your front hole from the world. You could only stare down in horror as he gazed at your body hungrily, getting ready to feast...

"Such a beautiful pussy... it's a shame that you hide it behind the disguise of being a girl." A wave of embarrassment washed over you. Not only was this man going to rape you, but he had lied about everything... he didn't even see you and crave you as a man, he wanted you as a girl. You struggled against your restraints, but it was no use. You were much too weak to break free.

The man started touching your pussy lightly, and you jolted up at the stimulation. "We're going to have plenty of fun, but I have another surprise to show you first..." he grabbed a remote from a nearby table and turned a monitor on, revealing a live camera feed of you, accompanied by a long list of chat messages.

"Say hello to your adoring audience, my beautiful girl..." the man smirked at you as your eyes flicked up and down, reading the chat messages. "They'll be giving me some... suggestions... on what to do with you tonight... you better hope they're merciful. Although, usually their arousal trumps any feelings of kindness they might have."

You read some of the messages.

'Fuck her pussy and make her cry'

'Breed her and leave the stream up 24/7! I want to see her swell...'

'Torture the bitch! She needs to know her place'

And there were some darker ones as well, some that scared you... some that made you worry that you'd never leave this basement again, if your captor decided to give in to those suggestions. You started shaking in fear, already crying, trying to plead with him their your gag.

"Oh? Feeling a little nervous about your first live performance? Don't worry, my dear... I'll start off slow with you, then ramp up over the next few weeks... but, by the end of this, I'll be doing literally anything they ask... I hope you weren't too attached to your freedom before this, because you can kiss it goodbye." He smiled, turning to read some of the messages for himself. "Ah, 'Make her admit that she's just a girl'. That's a good one... you did try to fool me at that bar, claiming to be a man and everything... you'll need some severe fixing for that." He started unbuckling his pants getting up onto the table and straddling your trapped body.

"Let's see how long it takes until you throw away all those silly "boy" thoughts, my pretty little girl.

You closed your eyes, trying to hide yourself from him in any way possible as he leaned in, kissing your neck and feeling up your sides. You could hear his throat growling quietly, right as his cock met the entrance to your front hole. Then, you heard him laugh.

"You're already wet for my cock? This might be easier than I thought..." your eyes shot open. Why the hell were you wet? You knew you weren't enjoying this, and yet...

You couldn't finish the thought as his cock entered you, deeper than you'd ever felt before. You'd only ever fooled around with other trans guys in the past, usually just doing stuff with your hands and mouths. But this... this was different... it felt like an entirely new experience. You felt your body betraying you, starting to enjoy the man's cock thrusting in and out of your pussy... you couldn't stop yourself from lightly moaning. The man just smiled down at you, proud of how easily you were being broken down.

"Such a good girl... your audience is loving it..." he grunted, thrusting harder. You couldn't deny it now, that it felt physically good, but in your mind, you were still terrified of him. Scared about what he might do to you in the days to come. Afraid of how far he might go. The chat wasn't scared of going too far though, as you read a few more messages, feeling his cock fill up every inch of you hole. You glanced over at it, reading more.

'Cum inside!'

'Never let this bitch go, she's taking it so well already. She's a keeper.'

'Get some of the toys out, this is boring'

And one more messages, the implications of which scared you more than you could ever have realized...

'Do you think he'll do an auction on this one, or just dispose of her when he's done? I'd love to own that piece of meat...'

Reading that made you realize that there were only two ways that this captivity was going to end, and neither sounded pleasant. You started to cry again, a harsh contrast to the incredible feelings happening inside your cunt. Your captor just laughed.

"Finally figuring out just how fucked you are, hm? Well, don't worry, I've got a gift for you..." he leaned in and bit your neck hard, probably drawing blood, until you finally felt a warm feeling filling up your insides, accompanied by his grunts. You could feel his cock pulsing as he filled you up with his load, to the point that it started dripping all over the floor, spilling out everywhere, such a massive load...

After nearly a minute of cumming, he finally pulled out, looking down to admire his work. "Yep, that's a properly used pussy... I'm sure you feel like a real "man" now, don't you cunt? Dripping cum out of your pussy, so 'masculine'." He said, laughing. "Well, that was fun, but we've got plenty more work to do." He got up and walked over to the monitor, reading through more chat messages. Your heart sunk as he looked through more and more messages, that just seemed to be getting more humiliating and violent by the second.

"Let's see... that one looks fun!" He said, pointing to a specific message. "Should help us break your dumb little boy thoughts..."

You read the message, and your heart sunk.

'Breed her.'

[littlespacereader]

Hiii, if your requests open was wondering if you could write a Caregiver Moonknight fic. M not really sure on a plot idea just kinda seeking some comfort.

Hope you having good day/evening/night!!!

I loooooovvvvvveeee a comfort Moon Knight Fic!! Especially with some CG Steven love🥰 You’ve got it @aew-kun-age-regression ! I hope you enjoy this fic!!

And the Lights Will Flicker

Caregiver!Steven Grant & GN!Little Reader (SFW)

Tags - crying, stuffie, hurt/comfort, cuddles, storytime

Nicknames - Darling, little one, sweets

London was known for its rainy and overcast weather, but nothing like this. This was a fullblown thunderstorm and a bad one at that.

What started as a simply rain storm soon developed into a tropical storm night. Rain whipped back and forth, thunder roared outside and lightning flashed. Just terrible terrible weather for London.

Steven looked outside with sigh. Today he had planned to try out a new park to read some of his favorite books at. But the weather wouldn’t allow anyone to do much of anything today.

So inside he stayed, reading on the couch, reading at the table, reading pretty much everywhere.

His reading was interrupted temporarily by the sound of knocking at his door…or so he thought.

He set his book down and unlocked the many locks on his front door to find it empty. But a look down the hall answered his questions.

His neighbor Y/N, was trying desperately to get their stuck key out from the keyhole. The banging was a result of this problem.

“Need a bit of help there Y/N?” Steven asked as he walked over.

“Steven, hey! Yeah, if you wouldn’t mind.” They said a bit shy.” Y/N is one of you only people Steven knowns that says his name properly…unlike the people at his job…

“These stupid old locks never work. I’ve already put in two work order and I haven’t heard anything back from anyone.” They said with a sigh. They were soaked head to toe, having got caught in the storm without realizing no doubt.

“I don’t blame you my keyhole does the same thing. But usually when I do this,” Steven wiggled the key just enough that the key unwedged itself from the door, “it does the trick.” Steven smiled.

Y/N smiled back as Steven handed them the key. “Thank you. It’s been a long day and this door isn’t helping.”

“I can see that. Got caught in the storm?”

“Yeah…I didn’t know it was going to be so nasty.”

“Neither did I. But it’s a good day to stay in and read a nice book.”

“I think I might take your advice. Thank you again Steven.”

“Of course. If you need anything feel free to pop over.” Steven offered. He knew they lived alone and were, for the most part, on their own. So he always offered a lending hand, being the good neighbor he always is.

“I will. Thanks again.” And with that Y/N entered their apartment.

They sighed, throwing their wet belongings to the side before dragging themselves to the bathroom for a nice long and warm shower to take the chill out of their system.

They were definitely regressing tonight. If there was ever a night they needed regression, it was tonight. With the stresses of school and family pressuring them, they needed the escape regression always brought them.

So after their shower they pickled out their favorite pjs, grabbed their stuffies and sippy cup and climbed into bed. The storm went on outside, but inside surrounded by fluffy blankets, Y/N laid peacefully reading one of their favorite children’s books.

~~~

It started to get later into the night so Steven called it for himself. He got dressed into his pajamas and was just starting to brush his teeth.

The storm outside was getting worse and worse by the minute. But maybe it would lull him to sleep?

Just as he spit out his tooth paste and wiped his mouth, the lights started to flicker.

“Marc is that you?” Steven asked as he looked around worried.

“No it must be the storm.” Marc replied internally.

Suddenly the lights and power went out. Steven jumped but quickly recovered. No power…guess he should grab some candles.

Usually the power would come back on soon after but it seemed to be staying off for longer this time. Steven crossed his apartment and grabbed the supplies.

He lit two candles and placed them on his table. He was about to light the third one when…

Knock, Knock, Knock.

There were three frantic knocks at his front door. Maybe it was the landlord explaining the situation? Or maybe…

Steven didn’t stand around pondering. He rushed to the door and quickly unlocked it to find Y/N, holding onto their stuffie, crying.

All at once Steven froze with worry and shock. Y/N looked so young and afraid. It broke his heart. “Y/N, are you okay darling?”

They shook their head as more tears escaped their eyes, “’m scared! No light!”

“Did the storm knock your power out too?” Steven asked getting a nod yes from them.

“Well there’s no need to be scared. I’m sure the power will come back on soon-.”

“Can…can I tay wit you? ‘ill its back?” They asked so timidly.

Steven smiled, “Of course you can! Please come in, make yourself at home.”

Y/N walked into Steven messy apartment, but not too far in. Steven could see they wanted to hang out around him instead.

“Would you like some water or juice?” He offered as he closed the front door.

“Juice please,” They replied.

Steven nodded, “Well how about we get comfortable for the night? Have a seat on my couch over there and I’ll go grab you a cup of apple juice.”

They nodded back and walk towards the couch. Steven came over and set two of the candles on the coffee table infront so rheum would have some light in the makeshift living room.

On his way into the kitchen, Marc started to speak up, “Steven…your friend…are they a-.”

“Regressor? I believe so.” Steven replied internally.

It wasn’t like Marc and Steven were new to the idea of regression. After all what they went through themselves, they were no stranger to coping mechanisms. Steven could recognize it right away, from the moment that door opened and he was met with Y/N’s eyes.

He felt a sense of protectiveness wash over him as he turned back to the living room, plastic cup of juice in hand. He always protected Marc, so what more would it be to protect Y/N too?

“Just makes sure they’re okay and comfortable. I’m worried about them.” Marc replied.

Marc wasn’t one for emotions so hearing and feeling his other self so worried for the Little made him feel a little better. Like he wasn’t the only one who was concerned. Almost like another person was there to help him along.

“Don’t worry, I plan on taking good care of them for as long as they need me.” Steven replied.

“Here we go. One cup of juice for you and a cup of water for myself,” Steven said taking a seat on the couch next to Y/N, “Now I must ask, did you friend want something to drink? It slipped my mind to ask them earlier.” He asked gesturing to their stuffie.

They lifted the stuffie to their ear as if they were whispering a secret to Y/N. Then they shook their head, “They aren’t thirsty.”

“Oh well that’s a relief. But if they need anything you be sure to let me know. That goes for you too.” Steven winked, getting a small smile from Y/N.

Another particularly loud thunder decided to strike at that moment. Y/N instinctively reached for Steven who gladly opened his arms to the scared Little.

He wrapped his arms around them, bringing the Little in close. Y/N grabbed his shirt and hid their face against his chest, tucked away under Steven’s chin shaking like a leaf.

Steve lightly rocked them and shushed their worries away. “It’s okay darling it’s okay. I’ve got you. I’ve got you, you’re safe now.”

They stayed like that for a moment together, just the two of them holding onto one another with all of the love and warmth there could ever be in this world. After a moment he could feel the little one start to relax and settle down in his arms.

They lifted their head and looked up at Steven with a small smile. “Tank you.” They said in a voice so small and innocent.

“Of course darling. It’s really scary outside but you don’t need to worry anymore. I’m right here.” He replied placing a small kiss to the top of their head.

“How about a book while we cuddle for a bit?” He asked getting another smile and nod from Y/N. They needed a distraction from the storm or they would be upset all night.

Steven picked Y/N up and into his arms, resting them on his hip as he went around his flat in search of a good book for them. The problem was…most of them weren’t for someone as young as Y/N.

“Most of these are on Egyptian mythology. Do you want to hear about that?” Steven asks.

Y/N looks at the book curious but shrugs. “What’s it ‘bout?”

Steven face lit up to see the little one’s curiosity. “It’s about the Egyptian gods. What the Egyptians believed was each of the god purpose.”

“Woooowwwww!” Y/N eyes lit up as they listened to Steven enthusiasm.

“How about we settle in for the night, cuddle up and start this book together? Sound good sweets?” Steven asked getting a sleepy nod and a small yawn.

So back to the couch they went. Steven sat them down and wrapped the two of them up in a big soft blanket from his bed.

“Okay, where should we begin?” The book opened and pages started to turn. Y/N cuddled into Steven’s side and listened as Steven started to read along.

“Taweret is the Egyptian goddess of childbirth and fertility. The name Taweret means "she who is great" or simply "great one".” Steven began to read.

~~~

It was last midnight when when power resumed itself in the apartment complex. The storm still raged outside but inside was nothing but blissful peace.

Y/N was fast asleep, one around wrapped around Steven and the other around their stuffie. Their head rested on Steven’s shoulder as they dreamed away.

Steven was in a similar position. He was fast asleep as well, one arm wrapped around Y/N’s shoulders holding them close to himself, the other held onto the open book. Steven’s sleeping head rested on top of Y/N’s.

While before they were just neighbors, after tonight they might’ve just become something a little more special.