#mbody

[mellosakicc]

pentagram bodysuit

did this between reqs. inspired by trillyke’s flower bodysuits.

top version as well as a full body version (denoted in file titles). have one or both or all four if you’re feeling flirty.

base game compatible

m&f - teen thru elder

enabled for random

custom cas thumbnail

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[missmegzie]

M/Body Joy . . . . @mbodybymarniealton #filmphotography #parkdays #tennis #smile #laugh #mbody #joy (at Los Angeles, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ck4PP40P67FADOVWAwNGzz5QnEhFoIVL81naYk0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[anatomyofjamesyates]

[fdrsamericanflagduckfloaty]

...the day i ride a roller coaster dressed as shaggy for Halloween is the day you're gonna have incoherent sobbing posts from me

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Reblogging to add there will be a set of re-embodied Finrod HCs next week!

I would love to request a dominate NSFW one shot with Finrod and Thranduil with a fem human reader. Like maybe Finrod comes back like Glorfindel did and he settles in Mirkwood or something.

I hope this serves. And thank you for the idea of Finrod in Mirkwood. This has given me inspiration for fics involving Finrod and Mirkwood.

"Shared pleasures”

Pairing: Finrod x Thranduil x Fem. Reader (Human / Second Person POV)

Themes: Smut (Lemon)

Warnings: Kissing | Dom (Thranduil & Finrod) and Sub (reader) aspects | Explicit language | Breath play | Orgasm denial | Praise Kink | Breeding Kink | Size kink | Penetrative sex  | Rough Sex | Oral (fem. receiving | male receiving) | Cream pie

Wordcount: 1.3k words

Summary: You accept Thranduil and Finrod’s offer to spend the night with them.

Rating: 🔥🔥🔥 Minors DNI | 18+

Rules and tag form here.  

It was a night of many dark and wanton acts. 

"Such a sweet songbird, is she not?" Thranduil glanced at his companion, a golden-haired elf living in Mirkwood for nearly half a year. 

"She most certainly is." Finrod, the elf spoken of in stories and legends, agreed. "Perhaps we should get her to sing a little more."

The Elvenking's lips possessed yours before you could even speak. It was a slow, languorous kiss, one that was filled with sweet promises. A hand gripped your chin, pulling you the other way. The kiss that followed was more teeth and tongue. The grip on your chin tightened. It was Finrod. You opened your eyes and found a pair of burning blue orbs staring right back at you, as if wanting to devour you. 

Finrod had been tainted by the beast he slew with his bare hands and teeth at Tol-in-Gaurhoth. Its blood left a mark he had to bear during his return to Middle-earth. Only when he returned to Valinor for all time would this taint be removed. He pulled away, the light in his eyes dimming a little. He did not want to go too far and hurt you. 

"Go on, little bird," he urged, "attend the king."

You turned to the king, anticipation coursing through your veins. Thranduil's kiss was soft and gentle, one that invited submission. Sinful lips that tasted of honey and wine opened over yours. You sighed and slipped your arms around his shoulders, whimpering when he palmed the soft swell of your breasts. He teased, gently at first, before pressing harder and harder. 

Soft, ragged gasps made him groan. He dipped his head, eager to taste. The sensation of his tongue along the expanse of your skin made you cry wantonly and arch into him. Finrod was intoxicated by the sound.  

"You are a little songbird," He cooed, watching and listening, stroking himself, eager for his turn. When Thranduil moved lower, leaving a damp trail all over your body, he took his chance and kissed you again.

His was a kiss that demanded submission instead of merely asking for it. It was violent and bruising and left you wanting for air. Finrod wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing gently every few moments. The pleasure of it all—him controlling your every breath and Thranduil’s lips settling over your clit was too much. You moaned again, deeply, and repeatedly. Thranduil pushed his tongue deep inside, fucking you with it one moment, then running it flat against your slit another moment. You could barely think. Your nails dug into the sheets, threatening to rip into them when jolts of pleasure licked up your spine. You were close, so very close. You could hear Thranduil’s grunts now. He rested his arm over your belly to stop you from squirming. He feasted on the warmth of your flesh and the sweetness that spilled onto his lips and tongue. It was slow and sensual, just as you would expect it to be. Your hands released their deathlike grip on the sheets and glided over silver-gold hair. Thranduil moaned when he felt the tips of your fingers grazing his scalp.

"I could spend all day like between your legs," he whispered, his eyes flicking up to yours. "Truly, little bird. I cannot get enough of how wonderful you taste."

He eagerly dipped again, bringing you closer and closer with each flick of his tongue. But Thranduil was in no rush. As soon as you began to tremble, your babbles peppering the air, he pulled away with parting kisses to the insides of your thighs.

The sensation of being brought so close and then denied was overwhelming. You were given no moment to gather yourself. Finrod moved over you, taking over where Thranduil left off.

"Spread those legs," he ordered. "And keep your eyes on me."

You did as he commanded. His eyes burned bright when your arms held onto his back and your legs rested over his hips.

 There would be no tenderness with him, not when the mark of the beast reared its head and overtook him. Finrod’s lips captured yours in a heated frenzy. He growled softly when your nails dug into his flesh. It undid him, and he dove into your core without warning, filling you up completely.

"You were made for me," he hissed while thrusting. "You were made for us. Say it, little bird." 

You willingly echoed his words. "I am made for you… the both of you."

Finrod chuckled wickedly. Thranduil pulled you in for a kiss. His lips and tongue still tasted of you. Finrod pulled out of you and flipped you onto your stomach, making it all the easier. He lifted your hips and took you from behind, moaning with delight when your cunt clenched around his cock. You propped yourself on your elbows, whimpering every time he pulled his hips back and pushed in, when he grabbed onto your hand and gently pulled on it so he could go deeper. He was big. So big. Pain mingled with pleasure every time he sheathed his cock in your cunt.

"There my lord," you mewled when he found that place that gave you unimaginable pleasure. "Right there my lord... oh my stars!" 

Thranduil pulled you up until you were on your hands and knees. He wanted to do more than just watch. 

"Open that pretty little mouth; I want to fuck it." He caressed your cheek with one hand, holding it firmly while he guided his cock into your open mouth. When he moaned, "You are such a pleasure to use," shivers went down your spine.

This was what you wanted—all of what you wanted. Thranduil and Finrod made it plain over supper that they intended to ruin you this night; all you had to do was say the word, and they would see to the rest. You had caught their eye while serving them, and they wished to know more of you. Whatever you wanted them to do, they would do. It thrilled you. Having two high elven lords ask you, a mortal no less, to share pleasures with them was something you had never even dreamed of. You agreed to their terms. When you did not care for something, all you had to do was say it, and they stopped without complaint. And now…

Now you did not want either of them to stop.

Finrod’s nails dug into your skin. He wanted to fill you with his seed. It was all he could think of the entire time. He went deeper and harder and faster, growing drunk on skin slapping against skin. His muscles coiled. Sweet tension grew in his belly as need whipped at him like new coils. One hard thrust and that sweet tension snapped. Finrod grunted when his orgasm ripped through him. He continued fucking you until your own release overcame you, groaning every time he felt your cunt milk his cock.

Thranduil was just as relentless. He relished the feel of your lips around his cock and your tongue running along his shaft. He felt the tension building within him. He was close. He wanted nothing more than to spill his seed in your mouth. He pulled on your hair and threw his head back, mouth open in a half-moan, half-whimper. Warmth washed over your tongue when he came.

"Swallow," he ordered, his voice thick and hoarse. "Good, little bird."

You felt strangely empty when they pulled out of you and laid you in bed. Your body was still humming when Finrod rested against you, his nose buried in your hair. You could only sigh dreamily when he mumbled sweet praises in your ear. He told how proud he was of you, praised you for listening and doing all that was asked of you. Thranduil left the bed and brought you water, whispering soothing words while you drank. He joined the two of you not long after.

They asked you to join them again the next night, the night after that, and the night after that. You had only one answer. Yes. 

[motyashasims]

Siblings Vatore (makeover) with CC

In honor of the upcoming Halloween, I decided to share one of the first makeovers of Sims 4 characters. This makeover was inspired by the author @birdy-sims, whose screenshots I accidentally saw on Pinterest. The link to the original post is here.

Download: links

Special thanks to the creators whose CC I used to create the characters ❤

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helgatisha model poses 33 - boosty, tumblr

helgatisha pose pack 01 - boosty, tumblr

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vyxated casbg 01 reflection black - patreon

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mb default feet 5v - patreon

nunamoona default eyes 1 – boosty

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obscurus mbody presets 2 – patreon

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dumbaby shoulder height slider male – patreon

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luumia mod height slider update june 2022 – patreon

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miiko eyebrow slider – patreon

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clumsyalien aurora hair – patreon

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solistair solshark long leggings simlish – patreon

trillyke black skinnies – tumblr

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Обувь/Shoes:

dallasgirl kiri and hana d'orsay pumps – tumblr

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trillyke purple kiss sandals – patreon

lazyeyelids suede ankle boots – links

Косметика/Makeup:

goppolsme gold kpop style set – patreon

goppolsme gold halloween vampire set – patreon

remussirion hek lipstick – tumblr

ddarkstonee eyeliner n7 – patreon

[anonymousaccountuser]

so,mbody PLEASE draw this as Clay, Danielle, Orel and Doughy im BEGGIGNG.

PLEAS PLLKSJAEASE ITS JUST TOO PERFECT. I NEED IT

[lindamccartneysstrap]

sorry if this is too personal of a question but is ringo keeping the baby or will he be having a. well. a beatles abortion

well that's up to him isn't it? I would never presume to speak for what an mpregnant person would or should do with their mbody...

[my-own-character-blog]

My attempt at making Jerry Chu (IG: @vibewithchu). I'd never seen him before I got this request, so I hope it's somewhat accurate... Gallery ID: catcrowley

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[hahahahahangst]

S(a)mbody that I used to know (Be The Young 17)

GIANT TW which will be valid for each episode for suicidal thoughts, self-h*rm, violence, cursing, relatives dying, mentions of s*x, s*xual assault

All chapter titles are song titles, some of them translated from Italian songs. We start from the first season and make out way through the series. I will break canon (mostly from the S2 finale) but will try to get back into it for the sake of ✨ lore ✨ .

Summary: Emily's life used to be normal. Until one day, her family died, leaving behind just one letter.

"After reading this whole letter, call John Winchester. [...] He’s your real father."

MASTERLIST

A/N: I am not 100% about this one... But I say “fuck we ball it”. Also no I cannot leave Emily alone for 10 whole seconds. Deal with it hehe

S(a)mbody that I used to know

You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness Like resignation to the end Always the end

They didn’t talk about Emily’s powers much after that. Dean was clearly scared of them, especially about how she opened the door without touching them, and kept denying any usability of them. “I can’t help it.” He said. “They make me shiver.”

Emily and Sam kept going along well, not a cloud crossing their sky, although Sam didn’t take very well Ava’s death. In one of the first cases they worked after Ava, Emily found him drunk in their room, rambling about how he couldn’t save one of the victims and couldn’t save Ava. He also had a couple of observations on her and Dean which were, as Dean had put it, interesting. 

“If you just sat down and talked about it, you’d find out you actually like each other! Do it, do it now. I’ll close my eyes so I don’t hear you.” He had said, alcohol clouding any little clarity Sam had ever had. With a giggle, Dean and Emily had helped Sam to bed. 

“Don’t even think about it.” She said to Dean, leaving the room. 

Then, one day, she was awakened by Dean’s nervous voice calling her name. 

“Emily, wake up!” He shook her one last time as she opened her eyes. She saw her back as he frantically filled his bag. “Hey! We have to go, come on.” 

“What’s happening?” She sat up and noticed that the other half of the bed she was sleeping in, where Sam was supposed to be, was empty. “Where’s Sam?” 

“Exactly. Where is him?” 

“I don’t- Wait, did he leave?” 

“To hell if I know. He doesn’t tell me anything these days, it’s all about you and how good it is to have a sibling who listens.” Dean was bitter. 

“What are you, jealous?” 

“Yeah, we don’t have time for you to give me a therapy session. Do you know where he is or not?”

“Of course not!” 

“Emily…?” 

“I don’t fucking know! Wait, let me call him.” She took her phone from the floor next to the bed and quickly dialed his number, which quickly went to voicemail. She looked at Dean, who had been standing in front of her bed, hands on his waist. Emily jumped out of bed and quickly got ready. As they crossed the street, Dean dialed another number on his phone, the fourth since she had woken up and waited for an answer. After briefly speaking with Ellen, he hung up again, but just as he was about to say something, Emily’s head started to burn. He kept walking, but she stopped and moaned, in pain. She stumbled towards the closest wall. 

“Emily! Is everything okay?” 

“No- give me a second.” 

“What’s-”

“I said give me a second!” She repeated, clutching her head with both hands, extraneous images forming in front of her. As she finally reached the wall and was able to lean on it, the images became clear, the pain not getting any milder. 

Sam was sitting on a bed, in a motel, somewhere. He was staring numbly at the wall, covered in blood. She tried to look up to tell Dean, but more details appeared. 

Motel, a blue building, Twin Lakes, Wisconsin. Room 109.

When she finally opened her eyes, chest bent on her knees, Dean was towering over her, worried. 

“I know where he is.” 

“Who, Sam?”

“Yes, Dean-ugh…“

“Okay, easy now, what did you see?”

“Sam, he- he’s in Wisconsin.”

“Wisconsin? What-” 

“I don’t know, okay? He’s in a motel in Twin Lakes and…“ She exhaled, hesitating. “I am not sure, but I think he was covered in blood.”

“His blood?” 

“I don’t know.” Emily stood back up. “Dean, I have a bad feeling about this.” 

“Okay, let’s go.” He started walking towards the car and in less than a minute they were on the road. “Emily, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll be okay. It’s just my head.”

“Are you sure?” 

“Just.. drive, would you?” She answered, nervous. Dean’s expression hardened but he, indeed, kept driving and didn't argue with her any longer. Having visions was extremely exhausting: Emily felt her whole body as tired as she would have been if she just spent the whole day running, yet she could not sleep because her head still hurt. 

Nervous, she kept shifting in her seat, Dean’s gaze falling on her every time she would. 

“Emily, he will be fine.”

“I know. I’m just worried.” 

“I know.” With those words, the car started going faster. 

They reached their destination and nervously started walking through the narrow hallways, trying to find the room Sam was staying at. They almost passed it, Dean stopping Emily from her jacket as she walked. He knocked. “Sam, it’s me!” Not receiving an answer, Dean intensified his knocking. Emily, disturbed by the noise, moved him away and just tried to open the door. When she opened it, Sam was sitting on the bed, in the same exact position she had seen him earlier. 

He turned to Emily and Dean, who had been standing in the door. “Oh, hey.” He said, empty voice. 

“Sam, what’s going on?” Emily walked into the room, Dean closely following, and crouched next to Sam, trying to understand if he was hurt. “Are you bleeding?” 

“No, no- I don’t think that’s mine.” Emily and Dean exchanged a quick glare, apprehension growing higher. 

“Sam, what’s going on?” Asked Dean.

Emily looked at Sam. Something was not right, it felt off. From his behavior, she was expecting to feel fear, maybe a little bit of panic, but all she could feel -and she was sure, it was coming from Sam- was anger. Lots. 

Keeping that weird piece of info to herself, she watched Dean leave to get some food. The second the door closed, she stood back up and sat on the bed, next to Sam. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” She asked, stroking his back over his shirt. Sam nodded weakly. “Don’t worry, we’ll figure out what’s going on. Here-” Emily retrieved Sam’s bag from the corner where she had thrown it while entering the room and handed him a shirt. ”...You should probably take a shower and get changed.” 

While Sam was in the shower, Dean came back from his supply run. “How’s he doing?” 

“I don’t know, I-”

“What do you mean? What about your telepathy thingy?” The sound of the shower getting closed interrupted them. A minute later, Sam came out of the bathroom with clean clothes. 

“Did you find out anything?” He asked Dean, drying his hair with a towel. 

“You checked in two days ago under the name Richard Sambora.” He explained. “Of course, I think the scariest part about this whole thing is the fact that you're a Bon Jovi fan.” 

Sam and Emily scowled at him. “Then how the hell did I get here, Dean? What happened to me?” Said Sam, nervously rubbing his head.

“I don't know. But you're okay, and that's what matters. Everything else we can deal with.”

“Oh really? 'Cause what if I hurt someone? Or worse?”

“Sam, I am sure you did nothing wrong.” Said Emily. “This is not about what dad said.” 

“She’s right.” Said Dean. Sam and Emily looked at him, almost surprised. “I know, I didn’t think I would have ever said it, but- She’s right. Let’s not jump the gun, what’s the last thing you remember?” 

“Just me and Emily, just, in that motel room in West Texas, going out to grab some burgers, and…“

“West Texas?” Intervened Emily. “It’s been- what, like one week?” 

“That’s the last thing. Next thing I knew I was sitting here. Bloody. Felt like I'd been asleep for a month.”

“Okay.” Said Dean, suddenly moving towards the window. “Retrace your steps. The manager said you left yesterday afternoon and he never saw you come back, so…“ He pulled back the curtains, revealing a bloody handprint on the window.

Sam finished drying his hair and they left, trying to retrace Sam’s steps. “How did you guys know where I was anyway?” He asked as they walked back the same corridor Emily and Dean had just walked through. 

“I had a vision.” Said Emily, gazing out one of the hallway windows. It had started raining. As they arrived out the door, Sam looked around. 

“Recognize anything?” 

“Not really- wait.” He stopped, staring at the garages in the back of the motel. “Try to open that one.” He pointed to the second door. Dean started trying to pry it open, but Sam stopped him, pensively taking a key out of his pocket. Emily gave him a worried look, which turned into surprise when he took out a key from his pocket. 

After opening the door, Dean revealed an old car, most likely stolen. Sam, nervous, opened the door of the car, but suddenly froze. 

“What?” Asked Emily, also approaching the car. Inside, a she saw that the backseat was covered in blood. “Sam, what the hell have you done here?!” She picked up a bloodied knife. 

“You think I used this on someone?” Asked Sam. Emily and Dean exchanged another apprehensive look. 

“We're not thinking anything.” Said Dean. 

“Dude.” Added Emily. “This isn't even the most disturbing part.” She picked up a pack of cigarettes. “Really Sam? Menthols?” She took a disgusted sniff at the pack before throwing it back at the bottom of the vehicle. He grimaced, equally disgusted. 

“Here.” Said Dean, picking up something else from the bottom of the car. “Gas receipt. Few towns over.” 

After closing the garage door, they went to the Impala and drove to the gas station. 

Dean looked inside the store. “You getting any, uh, any goosebumps yet? 'God, this looks familiar', deja vu vibes?” 

Sam shook his head. They all left and walked inside the store, but the clerk immediately look at them, angry. 

“You. Outta here now, I'm calling the cops.” He pointed towards Emily and Sam, who had entered slightly after Dean. Emily pointed at herself, confused.

“You talking to me?” Her mind started to wander around, trying to guess on which occasion she had entered the store and why the clerk would be so angry at her. 

“No, the tall guy! Jerk comes in yesterday, stinking drunk, grabs a forty from the fridge, starts chugging.” Said the clerk, who had the phone already in his hand.

“This guy?” Asked Emily. “What, you drinking malt liquor? Who are you?!” 

“Not after he whipped the friggin' bottle at my head.”

“This guy?” Repeated Dean. 

“What, am I speaking Urdu?” The clerk started dialing something on the phone. 

“Look, I'm really sorry if I did anything-” Tried to say Sam. 

“Tell your story walkin', pal.” The clerk interrupted him. “Po-po will be here in five.”

Dean approached him. “Wait, wait, put the phone down.” He said. “Sam, go wait in the car.”

“But Dean-” Emily glanced at Dean and started walking Sam towards the door. 

“Let's go, come on.” Sam reluctantly walked back to the car. Emily giggled. 

“You find this funny?” 

“Just the part where you are basically an unhinged version of me, at least you were when you came here.” 

“I don't even remember doing that.” 

“I know.” Said Emily, suddenly serious again. “That's the not funny part.” 

Dean came out of the store soon after. They started driving again. 

“What's going on with you, Sam? Hm? 'Cause smoking, throwing bottles at people, I mean, that sounds more like Emily than you.” Asked Dean. 

“That's the same thing I said.” Shrugged Emily. 

“Emily, wait- Dean, turn down that road.”

“What?”

“I don't know how I know, I just do.”

Dean turned down the road Sam had just pointed to, which ended up being someone's property. The house had plenty of emergency lighting and security cameras. Whoever lived there was very careful about their surroundings. 

They sneaked around the house. The first thing Emily noticed was a broken window. Then, Sam pointed at a disabled alarm. 

“Sam, I'm starting to be seriously worried. Why were you here?” 

“I- I don't remember.” 

“Alright, no panic, okay?” Said Dean, walking in the middle of them and approaching the broken window. “Let's see what's inside.” 

Emily soon regretted entering the house. There was a strong scent of blood and it also smelled a little bit of dead body. The vision they came across when they entered the bedroom was even worse. 

“Holy shit.” Emily covered her mouth the second she entered and turned back out when she saw the body on the floor. His throat was cut, blood pooling all around him, his eyes still staring, terrified. 

“Dean, I did this.” Said Sam. Emily wasn't looking anymore. She was standing in the adjacent look, trying not to vomit for both the scent and the amount of blood she had just witnessed. It wasn't like it was the first time she saw blood. But when it was human it always hit differently. Maybe it was for the good that she never became a surgeon. 

As she thought that, she heard Sam and Dean grow more alarmed.

“What else do you need?” Asked Sam. “I mean, how else do you explain the car, the knife, the blood…“

“I don't know, man, why don't you tell me?!” Asked Dean. “Look, even if you did do this I'm sure you had a reason, you know; self-defense, uh, he was, he was a bad son of a bitch, something! By the way, he doesn't have any ID.”

Even then, as Sam looked at the dead body he seemed convinced to have killed, Emily couldn't feel anything coming from Sam. Did he suddenly learn how to control his powers? Or was there something else going on. 

“Emily, come here, you might want to see this.” Said Dean's voice. Taking a big breath, Emily came back into the room. “Are you okay?” He asked, looking her up and down. 

“Yeah, it's just the stench, it's horrible.” 

“I thought you were used to it.”

“Well, turns out I'm not!” She said, bitter, getting closer to the screen. “What did you find?” 

“Surveillance tape, yogurt. I think they might tell us what happened here.” 

Dean started the tapes, which showed Sam entering the room and violently killing the person who lived inside. Emily didn't say anything, she just crossed her arms and waited for Dean to say something. Before he talked, he looked at her, probably expecting her to have an opinion, as she usually did.

But not that time. Emily didn't want to have an opinion. She had built an image of Sam as the calm brother, the one to speak to when something was wrong, the one who would have listened and the one who wouldn't get drunk so he could drive her and Dean back safely. 

Seeing him killing someone suddenly reminded that he was, just like Dean, trained like a soldier. That all the calm he showed was just a choice and if he wanted to kill, he would be able to kill. And he did. 

So Emily stood there, staring at an indefinite point in front of her. Dean started talking. 

“Alright listen. Whoever this guy is, he's a hunter. Which means that other hunters are going to come looking for his killer, which means we've got to cover our tracks, okay?” Sam nodded. After finding a letter addressed to the dead man, Steve Wandell, Dean resolutely took the computer's hard drive and smashed it onto the floor, making Emily flinch. “Wipe your prints, then we go.” He announced, tossing Sam a rag. 

They silently got back in the motel. Emily still had not said a word and Dean had become progressively more nervous throughout the silent journey. “Emily.” He called.

“Uh?” She answered, pensive. 

“You haven't said a single word for hours. Should I be worried about you too?”

“What?” She sat straighter in her chair. “No, I'm just thinking.” 

“Alright.” Dean glared at her and then closed the motel door. “We get a couple hours sleep and then we put this place in our rearview mirror.” Sam looked at him, silent. Emily raised her eyebrows, not really liking the solution provided by Dean, but nontheless gathered a t-shirt she had left on the floor. “Look, I know this is bad, okay? You gotta snap out of it.” Emily stuffed her shirt in her bag, expecting Sam to answer Dean. When he didn't, Dean called his name again. “Sam, say something!” 

“Just get some sleep and leave in the morning?” Repeated Sam, stern. “Murder, Dean. That's what I did.” Emily stopped preparing her bag to look at him, frowning. 

“Maybe.” Stuttered Dean, looking for words. “Hey, we don't know, it could have been a shapeshifter!” 

“Dean, come on-” Said Emily, aggressively closing the zip on her bag. “We saw the tapes, there was no eye flare.” 

“Yeah, but it wasn't him! I mean it might have been you, but it wasn't you.” He pointed at Sam.

“Dean, that doesn't make any sense.” Emily sat down on the bed. 

“Emily, what side are you on? Do you really think Sam did it?” 

Emily didn't answer. She didn't want to think about Sam being able to commit murder just like that. She wanted to find an excuse, a possibility, but nothing made any sense. Every scenario she made up in her head didn't comply with reality: Sam could have done it. But still, it was weird. Why didn't he remember anything? And why did her powers suddenly stop working with him? The weird, white noise coming from Sam was unusual. Especially in a situation where she was sure, Sam would have been full of emotions. “Emily?” Repeated Dean, looking for an answer. 

“I don't know, okay? This whole thing… very weird if you ask me. But- Dean, if you need to find an excuse for what Sam - or Sam’s evil twin - did, at least- at least find a good one, okay?!” 

“Listen-” 

“Dean, she's right.” Interrupted Sam, frowning. Emily leaned on the separator between the door and the room. “For the last few weeks I've been having... I've been having these feelings.” 

It wasn't true. Emily knew that if he did, she would have felt them. It was the first day in a long, long time she was not connected with him. Sam sat down on the bed and Dean quickly followed. 

“What feelings?” He asked.

“Rage. Hate. And I can't stop it. It just gets worse. Day by day, it gets worse. I’ve been feeling…“ He raised his hand, pointing at Emily. She recognized that description. She felt the same way, all the time. She had always thought it was because she had lost her mother, her little brother, that it was because John and Dean were absolutely unsustainable people to have around, but what if it was something the demon had done to her? But then, there was the fact that Sam had not been feeling any of that. Or at least not as intensely as he was describing. 

Or, maybe he had learnt how to block her out all of a sudden. 

”...just like I do.” Concluded Emily. “Well, that doesn’t make me any less worried.” 

“You never told me this.” Said Dean, nervous.

“I didn't want to scare you.” As Sam said that, Emily raised her eyebrows and with a big exhale, pushed herself away from the wall and stood in the middle of the two beds. 

“Dean, the yellow-eyed demon, you know he has plans for us. And we both know that he's turned other children into killers before, too.”

“Wait- you’re saying that…“ Intervened Emily. “All this time, I’ve been angry because of that? The demon is just trying to turn me into a killer?” 

“Yeah, I thought you might agree with me.” 

“I’m not agreeing with you- Sam, what’s going on? Why are you blocking me out like that?” 

Sam seemed surprised. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“You don’t? Because we’ve been basically sharing the same brain for months. What’s up with that now? Where did that go?!” 

Sam stood up, looking at her. His expression was intelligible and Emily wasn’t able to understand his intentions until she got hit in her face. Losing her balance, she hit her head on the wall behind her and quickly passed out, not really able to decipher what was happening around her.

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CREATIVE WRITING OUTPUT

BY:PATRICIA YSABELLE P. AGUILAR

OUTPUT 1

P- assionate heart, with a gentle soul

A- spiring always to reach her goal

T- houghtful in nature, kind and true

R- adiant smile that lights up the view

I- nspired by dreams she never stand still

C- ourageously facing each challenge with will.

I- n every moment, she finds her own way,

A- mazing in spirit brightnes each day.

Y- earning for knowledge, with wisdom so deep,

S- hining brightly, a promise to keep

A- lways so kind, with a heart that’s pure,

B- rave and determined, strong and sure.

E- very step forward, she paves her own path,

L- ifting others up avoiding all wrath.

L- uminous spirit, gentle and wise.

E- mbodying grace, under clear skies.

OUTPUT 2 HAIKU

Orange sun descends,

Silhouettes of trees and wires,

Sky is full of clouds.

[mischief-night-ghost]

To be fr. There are some type 1 antipsychotics/antidepressants that can steal your life like that. ProZac for example.

I was on ProZac for about 4-5 years and I barely remember anything from those times. It was only exacerbated after sustaining a severe concussion. That happened 2 years ago now, I think :(, and before I switched meds, the PZ caused me to continue having TBI symptoms, which I described to my Dr, who then switched mymeds to what I'm on now, and I realize that type 1's REALLY mess with you.

It feels like the last 5 years of my life were spent with me in the backseat of my own car while it was driving itself wherever I was going. I felt like I wasn't in mbody at all. So with Frank's life being much more chaotic than mine ever has been, I can only imagine a fraction of what he actually felt, especially because he also used other stuff besides prescription antipsychs.

That essay that Frank wrote for negatives…ROUGH. But actually really good

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The Future of FitTech: How 5G, Wearables, and AI are Transforming Fitness App Development

The global fitness mobile app developmentmarket is booming, expected to grow at over 13% CAGR to reach $14.7 billion by 2026, according to a study. But as competition intensifies, offering generic workout programs is no longer enough. Users expect fitness apps to act as advanced virtual coaches and provide bespoke guidance based on their changing fitness levels, goals, and preferences.

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 5G Connectivity usher in Real-Time Fitness Experiences

The rollout of high-speed 5G networks offers game-changing capabilities for fitness apps compared to 4G or WiFi. For both outdoor and indoor fitness apps, 5G enables an array of real-time use cases not possible before.

Reduced Latency Enables Real-time Tracking and Feedback‍

5G offers sub-1ms latency compared to the 50-100ms latency of 4G networks. This allows fitness apps to provide real-time tracking and feedback without any lags or interruptions. Users can get moment-to-moment updates on running pace, heart rate zones, rep counts, and other metrics��during workouts without latency hampering the experience. For example, the Fiit app provides real-time feedback during workouts by leveraging 5G's low latency capabilities. This creates an immersive experience where users feel like they have a virtual personal trainer by their side.

High-definition Streaming for Immersive Fitness‍

5G’s faster bandwidths, ranging from 100 Mbps to 1 Gbps, support high-definition live streaming of workout classes. Apps like FightCamp are using 5G to provide lag-free boxing and HIIT class streaming in up to 8K resolution. This high visual quality, coupled with minimal buffering, results in highly immersive fitness experiences. Additionally, 5G enables Multiplayer VR fitness gaming where groups can participate together in fast-paced VR workouts or training games. Zwift, a popular indoor cycling app, now supports 50 players together in a 5G-powered virtual world. Such interactive experiences will become more mainstream as 5G coverage rises globally.

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Uninterrupted Tracking for Outdoor Fitness‍

For outdoor activities like running or cycling, 5G allows fitness apps to provide constant biometric tracking and mapping without any drop-offs in connectivity. As users move through different areas, their workout data can be continuously uploaded to the cloud rather than having intermittent gaps. Apps like NURVV Run leverage 5G to offer uninterrupted foot strike analysis and running coaching in real-time. This leads to outdoor fitness experiences where users feel seamlessly connected throughout. As more gyms, stadiums, trails, parks and cities become 5G enabled over the next few years, it will expand the possibilities for creating fitness experiences powered by real-time data.

Wearable Devices for 24/7 Fitness Tracking

Wearable devices have become massively popular for continuous fitness tracking as well as receiving real-time guidance during workouts. According to IDC, shipments of wearable bands and watches will cross 160 million units globally. By seamlessly incorporating wearable tech, fitness apps can tap into a constant stream of biometric data and provide personalized recommendations.

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Enhanced Tracking with Advanced Sensors ‍

Next-generation wearables are equipped with sophisticated sensors to capture comprehensive data on the wearer’s exercise performance, recovery, sleep, and overall health 24/7. For example, the WHOOP 4.0 band uses 5 LEDs for accurate heart rate measurement, an accelerometer, a gyroscope, and a SpO2 sensor to track advanced strain, sleep, and recovery metrics. Deriving such granular data allows fitness apps to offer tailored insights and feedback to the user.

Wearables with electromyography (EMG) sensors, like the Myontec Mbody shorts, can track muscle contractions and exercise intensity. This enables apps to identify imbalances or optimize hypertrophy and strength programs based on an individual’s biomechanics.

Personalized Guidance through Wearable Integration‍

Leading apps like Apple Fitness+, Peloton, Nike Run Club, and MyFitnessPal seamlessly sync up data from wearables to offer customized fitness experiences. Wearable integration allows these apps to: - Provide real-time metrics like heart rate and pacing without needing to glance at the wearable device - Retain workout data like GPS maps, totals stats, and rep counts within the app for post-workout review - Offer tailored workout recommendations and training plans based on the user’s fitness patterns and recovery needs observed through the wearable - Provide form correction, technique analysis, and safety alerts based on real-time data like unstable heart rate or dangerous exercise form

Image‍ As wearables become mainstream, they will be integral to fitness apps, creating personalized experiences driven by users' own quantified biometrics data.

AI and Machine Learning for Adaptive Training

Sophisticated AI is enabling fitness apps to act as smart virtual coaches that customize guidance to each user and adapt plans based on changing fitness levels and goals.

Workout Personalization through ML Recommendation Engines‍

Machine Learning algorithms analyze users’ performance, feedback, goals, and other engagement data to build a fitness apprecommendation engine. These engines suggest tailored workout routines, training plans, gear, playlists, challenges and other features personalized for each user. As apps gather more data over time, their ML models improve, and the level of customization increases. AI can even design entirely new workouts optimized for a user’s needs instead of recommending pre-defined programs.

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Intelligent Form Tracking and Correction‍

Computer vision techniques like pose estimation allow apps to track exercise form and provide real-time corrections before injury-causing mistakes become habits. For example, the Paofit app uses AI to analyze exercise repetitions in bodyweight workouts and detect suboptimal techniques. Users get tailored cues like “straighten knees” to improve form. Startups like Forsight use sensor fusion and deep learning on thermal video data to accurately track movement patterns across both sides of the body during rehab exercises. Such intelligent form tracking will be critical to prevent injuries as fitness application development becomes virtual personal trainers.

Motivation through Personalized Insights‍

Leveraging data from wearables and external apps via APIs, fitness platforms can gain a holistic context of users’ health metrics, sleep patterns, nutrition, and more.

Image‍ AI can then derive personalized insights to nudge users and keep them motivated. For example, the fitness social network Strava analyzes runners’ training load and race performances to provide customized training recommendations and predict potential race finish times. As privacy concerns are tackled, the combinatorial power of cross-app data will allow fitness platforms to offer hyper-personalized guidance based on the complete understanding of each user's body, lifestyle, and goals.

The Future: Fitness Experiences Powered by 5G, Wearables and AI

Emerging technologies will work together to redefine fitness mobile app development experiences over the next 5-10 years. Here are some exciting possibilities:

Immersive Fitness Realms with Digital Humans‍

5G coupled with AR, VR, and AI, will enable apps to build your own fitness app worlds where users can have interactive workouts and competitions with virtual coaches, friends, or digital twins of real athletes and trainers. Spatial anchors can map digital assets like weights and instructors persistently into physical spaces for hybrid experiences.

Image‍ For example, Holofitness uses AR to project holograms of trainers who can demonstrate moves from any angle and provide corrections in real-time during workouts. Such immersive fitness realms will make exercising at home as engaging as gym experiences.

Fitness Apps Integrated with Smart Gym Equipment  ‍

Wearables and IoT ecosystems will allow fitness app development solutionsto connect with smart gym equipment to create data-driven workout experiences. Apps can auto-adjust equipment like smart treadmills based on changing heart rate or form breakdown. Biometric data can visualize intensity and output on screens to immerse users in the workout. Post-workout data can be integrated within fitness apps to provide feedback on form, training effect, areas of improvement and to optimize future exercise plans leveraging AI. This will blur the barrier between digital fitness experiences and physical gym equipment.

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Fitness Apps as Central Health Hubs‍

In the future, fitness mobile app development will evolve into platforms for complete physical and mental health. Users will be able to seamlessly access nutrition planning, telehealth services, sleep tracking, stress management, and well-being features within a single app. Workout recommendations will factor in data across all these dimensions for whole-body optimization. Powerful analytics will provide insights on optimizing longevity, performance, and overall wellness. 

Conclusion‍ Emerging technologies hold enormous potential to transform fitness mobile app development into intelligent and highly personalized virtual coaches. However, there are challenges to building human-centric AI for fitness, including concerns around data privacy, algorithmic bias, and the need to keep users engaged. As 5G, wearables and AI evolve, fitness application developersshould ensure they design experiences that adapt to human needs rather than forcing humans to adapt their behaviors to technology. Fitness app experiences must be joyful, intuitive, and effective at nudging people towards their goals.

At Consagous Technologies, we are at the forefront of building next-gen fitness and health apps powered by data-driven insights. Our fitness application development experts create highly tailored apps that leverage AI and biometrics to provide users with the benefits of virtual coaching and community engagement towards achieving their wellness goals. We focus on an ethical approach to emerging technology, keeping users in control of their data and integrating human wisdom with algorithmic personalization. 

Contact our team to explore how our full-stack capabilities can bring your digital wellness and fitness vision to life with the strategic use of modern tech stacks.

[sims2casfindsbyck]

[catsxratsxbats]

Cracking every joint of on my mbody yes all of them

[miaeons]

name change cuz apparently theres a music artist names mbryo lol 🤷 i like mbody better