#once in a lifetime experience or s/t....

[sleepingdiaryzzz]

yandere!Conner kidnapping reader after she rejects him😔

(I'M HAPPY YOU'RE DOING WELL<3)

Yandere connor Kent x reader

Conner Kent was used to losing things—control, stability, even his sense of self—but he didn’t think he could lose you. Not after everything. You were the only person who didn’t look at him like a walking science experiment or a Superman knockoff. You didn’t ask him what it felt like to have two dads who didn’t care enough to stick around. You didn’t treat him like a weapon in waiting, either.

You just saw him, the way no one else did.

And for someone like him, who had spent his entire existence clawing for meaning, that sight was everything.

So when you said no, when you told him you didn’t feel the same, it was like a fist to his gut. He played it cool, shrugged, tossed out some half-hearted "No big deal," before walking away. But inside, something cracked open. Something dark.

Because rejection wasn’t just rejection—it was abandonment. And Conner Kent had been abandoned enough for one lifetime.

When you woke up, the room was dimly lit, with the faint smell of leather and motor oil clinging to the air. The bed beneath you was soft, but the weight of an unfamiliar blanket felt suffocating. You blinked against the hazy light, your brain sluggish as it tried to make sense of where you were.

The faint sound of music hummed in the background, something low and grungy that vibrated through the walls. You tugged at your wrists and realized, to your growing panic, that they were tied—not tightly, but enough to keep you from slipping away.

"Morning, sunshine," came a voice from the corner of the room.

Your head snapped toward it, your heart lurching as you spotted Conner leaning against the wall. His leather jacket hung off his broad shoulders, and his arms were crossed over his chest, muscles taut beneath his white t-shirt. His face was unreadable, but there was something dangerous in the way his blue eyes caught the light.

"Conner?" Your voice came out small, shaky. "What the hell is going on?"

He smirked, though it didn’t reach his eyes. "Relax. You’re safe. Isn’t that what everyone wants to hear?"

You struggled against the restraints, your panic mounting. "Safe? Are you kidding me? Let me go!"

He pushed off the wall and sauntered toward you, his boots heavy against the floor. When he stopped beside the bed, he crouched so his face was level with yours.

"Yeah, that’s not happening," he said casually, his tone almost bored.

Your stomach flipped. "Conner, this isn’t funny! You can’t just—"

"I can’t just what? Take care of you? Make sure no one hurts you? Because guess what? I’m already doing a better job at that than anyone else ever could."

"You call this taking care of me?!" you snapped, tears welling in your eyes. "This is insane!"

His jaw twitched, and for a second, you saw the cracks in his cool exterior. "What’s insane," he said quietly, his voice low and sharp, "is thinking you could just walk away. Like I’m nothing. Like I don’t—" He stopped himself, exhaling harshly. "Do you know how many people have walked out on me, [name]? How many times I’ve been left behind like I didn’t matter?"

Your breath caught as you saw the raw, unguarded pain flicker across his face.

"But you?" He continued, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. "You were different. You made me feel like I was more than just some half-baked clone. And then you threw it all away like it didn’t mean anything."

"Conner, that’s not—"

"Save it," he cut you off, standing abruptly and running a hand through his messy black hair. "You don’t get it. You don’t see what I see. But you will. I’ll make sure of it."

He turned back to you, his smirk returning, though it was laced with something darker now. "You’ll thank me eventually, you know. Once you realize I’m the only one who gives a damn about you."

Your heart pounded in your chest as you stared at him, your fear and anger warring with the flicker of pity you couldn’t quite suppress.

"Conner," you said softly, trying to keep your voice steady. "This isn’t love. This isn’t how you treat someone you care about."

He froze for a moment, his expression hardening. Then he scoffed, shaking his head. "You don’t know what love is," he muttered. "But don’t worry. I’ll teach you."

And with that, he turned and walked toward the door, his boots echoing in the small room.

"Get some rest," he said over his shoulder. "You’re gonna need it."

The door closed behind him with a resounding click, and you were left alone, the weight of his obsession settling over you like a heavy chain.

(A/n: sorry for the wait! I've been writing all day, my hands are aching there's like 15 asks edited in my drafts 😭 TYSM FOR THE WORRY though you don't need to, im fine😛 but not today.. This is my last post before I go to a short hiatus, maybe for 1 or 2 weeks? Either way, I'm not gonna post for awhile because of mental health issues, exams, and chirstmas. Merry Christmas everyone!!)

[whokilledsamara]

EYELESS JACK NSFW ALPHABET

an Eyeless Jack x reader list. {want a specific character from a specific fandom? send in a request!}

WARNINGS! : nsfw, smut, masturbation, period sex, taboo kinks, hardcore, gore if you squint, markings, heats, monsterfucking, rough sex, anal, abuse, asphyxiation, sadism, bondage. gender neutral, afab and amab used.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

his aftercare is TOP TIER. he will get anything and everything you need. water, food, bath, you name it.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his favorite is probably his torso, and hands. mainly due to skills. on you though, definitely ass and thighs. hes an ass guy.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he cums a lot. like, a lot a lot. its hot, and surprisingly not too salty. semi sweet. he loves the taste of your cum. he thinks its heavenly.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he is really into period play. i mean, hes a cannibal. so if you menstruate, he will be all over you during that time of the month.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

as for bodies, he hasnt had much sex in his lifetime. but with his medical degree and skills he is an expert on the human body.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

either doggy or missionary. he likes when he can lean over you. his chest to your back as he bites your shoulder or his chest to your chest while your nails rake his back.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he is very serious. he doesnt feel the need to be goofy and finds it unnecessary.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he is well groomed. he has pubic hair, and a niiceeee happy trail, but he keeps it managed.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

it depends on the moment. if hes angry or something hes just straight rough, but most of the time he keeps things romantic.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

once he has you he doesnt need to masturbate, but if you arent there and hes desperate he will. mutual masturbation is hot to him aswell.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

blood play, pain play, sadism, bondage, knife play, abuse play, taboo kinks, etc

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

his bedroom or the shower. not much to it.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

you. but also seeing you bleed or in pain will make his dick hard. of course he cares about your well being, but watching you whimper and moan in pain just really gets him going.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

scat/vomit play

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he loves giving. he's excellent with it, three tongues really has a way of working. if you are amab, he wraps his tongues around you and gets you off that way {he wouldnt recommend putting it in his mouth due to his teeth}. if you are afab he uses one tongue to play with your clit and the other two to explore. he does love receiving too. watching you struggle to take him down is so hot to him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

depends on his mood. usually starting slow but ending fast and hard.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he doesnt mind it, but he prefers to take his time.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he loves experimenting, but is more cautious on risk taking with you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he has really good stamina. it takes a long time to even make him slightly tired, so usually you are the one to stop first. he does take a bit to cum though.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he has some, but mainly for you if you want to play with them.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

in public he likes to tease, but in private he enjoys giving you immediate pleasure.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he isnt too loud, but he makes grunts and growls often. maybe even a low moan if your lucky.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he wants to cut you open and examine you while he presses a vibrator to your tip or your clit. {idk, random fantasy ive had}

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

big boy. nice and toned, and dick wise hes probably 9 inches long and 3-4 inches thick. slightly curved and uncut. slightly darker grey tip.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

not as high as yours, but he loves to please you and release pent up tension.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he doesnt need sleep. but he does enjoy sleeping with you. he waits for you to fall asleep before he does.

{ created by @whokilledsamara }

[jaidens]

He Got That Boyish Look That I Like In A Man

pairing [s] : daniel larusso x reader

warning [s] : nothing! | this really sucks 😭 I just wanted to release something cuz I've been lacking on yall

a/n [s] : requests are open! [ALSO! should I challenge things? like flufftober??]

Whenever your job offers you a raise to become an Automotive Director of Engineering for the dealership in Reseda, California you take it without warning. In an attempt to get away from slushy winters in the small state of Connecticut, you moved swiftly to a small apartment with lovely neighbors and a new life. You had been to California on some vacations with family, but living here had never crossed your mind.

You walk into your office that smells like fresh paint and cleaner, and set your books and purse down on the dark-oak table. The company had hired some individuals to work for you, which felt weird to say, as you used to be the same person. Your assistant walks in with a tap on your glass door, and she walks in. “Hey! I’m Shannon. Anything you need, I'll be across the hall. I've already started on the connections with Toyota and Nissan!”

You smile at her and shake her hand that she was holding out for you. “It’s nice to meet you. My name is Y/N L/N, but I assume you already know that!” You laugh and let go of her hand to hide any awkwardness and anxiety you had about being in such a high position.

“Okay well, I'll see you! And, someone has already set up a meeting with you!” Shannon says before walking away and shutting the door behind her.

You rub sweaty hands against your clothes and turn on your heels. The air-conditioning rumbles on and you wrap the small cardigan you had brought around you and begin staring at the paperwork that was placed in front of you. You start the work: scribbling works and many, many signatures with red pens and black pens. A knock is gentle against your door and you look up, and see Shannon and a very recognizable man standing there in a Navy suit and a smile on his face.

“This is Mr. Daniel Larusso. He owns Larusso auto parts and he said he wants to speak with you,” Shannon says, pushing her glasses up her nose and walking away.

The name sends a shiver down your spine as you hear it, and the face is suddenly very recognizable. The fateful summer vacation of 1986, fifteen-years old and young, and a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

You're sitting on the bench near the beach in a swimsuit and a big t-shirt, peeling through the boom. you had brought to your family vacation. Your family is on the beach setting up the tent and towels all across it to mark the place on the beach. The warm sun heats your skin up as you lay against the bench and continue flipping through your book that suddenly becomes boring.

A tan boy emerges from the water in orange trunks and black hair slicked back with salt water. An older and shorter man follows him up the coast and talks to him. You stare at him with your eyes following each of the tan’s movements. He notices your staring as he stares right back at you, eyes piercing into yours deliciously. His smile exposes his teeth and he knocks his head to the side and waves at you. The older man slaps the side of his head and scolds him.

You laugh at him before he tells the older man something then jogs over to you. His warm skin is a bronzy, and you swear there were twinkles of gold mixed in his skin shining against the light. “Hey, I’m Daniel. What are you reading?” The New Jersey accent rings out and you can't help but feel warmer.

“Oh some dumb romance. My name is Y/N, it's nice to meet you Daniel. Is that your Grandfather?” You cover your book up subconsciously to attempt to not get embarrassed, and point at the older man who seems weirdly angry next to the old car from the 40s.

Daniel shakes his head in response. “No, no. That’s Mr. Miyagi, he's my karate sensei. Is your book good?” He asks and you nod at his explanation, showing him you agreed.

“Yeah, my book is pretty good. You like karate? That's pretty awesome.” You tell Daniel and stare into his eyes. They're a soft, dark brown with a puppy-look inside of them. He looks your age, as he gets thrown a West Valley High soccer shirt that's bigger than him as he shrugs it on over his shoulders.

Daniel leaves with the older man after inviting you to the beach for a party held by the Football team and Cheer Team. You showed up in a baggy sweater and a pair of shorts. Daniel waved at you whenever he saw you, as he kicks around a soccer ball impressively on his two legs. You walk over to him and he laughs and kicks the ball over to you, and you catch it and throw it back to him with a shared laugh with him.

He sits down in the sand and you scoot closer to him. You're handed some hotdogs and sticks to cook over the fires made on the beach. You start one and hold a conversation about where you're from, why you were visiting, etc. The conversation was long, and filled with laughter and glances held longer than usual. Daniel handed you a drink and you declined, and he didn't drink as well.

You and Daniel just talk; it feels quite amazing. You haven't had a conversation like that in a long time, but everything falls out and you let your hand fall into his as you star-gaze further away from everyone else who was drunk and half-a drink away from throwing up on the beach. You almost find yourself staring at him more than the stars, admiring him underneath the full moon and stars. He looks beautiful both times: morning and night.

How are you supposed to leave Reseda and not think about Daniel when you leave back to Connecticut?

“I’m Y/N L/N, nice to see you again.”

[suzyandthefox]

Boy and the wolf

Soft safe sfw g/t m/m vore, Nervous/reluctant pred/prey!

My first vore fic let's goooo

Inspired by @stormtheskyelf2 's post about nervous pred and prey

It all started with the accident.

Everyone has got out in time, except for poor,poor Oliver.

He brought his camera, thinking he would have the chance to take a picture, but never did he, at all, think he would be the first victim of the serum.

Let's rewind, turn back a few hours ago, and see what happened.

One of the greatest inventions of all time, The Shrinking Serum, was finally revealed to the public, ready to be covered by the media.

But something…happened, The police are still investigating, still unsure if it was truly an accident, or if the experiment was sabotaged.

Either way, the laboratory exploded, and everything went into chaos, the journalists got out safely and only minor injuries occurred.

But nobody remembered to grab Oliver, or to look for him in the -now wrecked- laboratory, as if he wasn't there in the first place.

Perhaps that was his fault for pretending he was something he wasn't,a journalist is not who he is.

What happened was, when the laboratory exploded, unlucky Oliver was the one who had the serum sample flying into his face, and he remembered going down…down…down…

Everything was getting bigger, as he was getting smaller, he remembered trying to get the attention of anyone, anyone! 

Screaming at the top of his lungs so that someone from the researchers, or the journalists, might hear the red headed boy.

Instead he was almost stepped on a thousand times, he then hid away where he thought was safe and cried.

Apple green eyes welled with the pain of betrayal, of insignificance, and the weight of the truth.

That was the end for him,he was sure, he was going to die here and no one will even notice it, just like no one noticed him before.

Oliver cried himself to sleep, fully believing he won't wake up again.

=============

Immortal Oo'kami, In the age of super heroes, he was one of many.

Not so great as to be worshiped by the public, with a flashy, amazing power, nor so vile and destructive as to be feared.

His superpower was simple,as his title was, Immortality.

Regenerating from anything no matter how deadly it was, never growing,never aging, but the public didn't understand how strong that power was, did they?

The person behind the mask was just as simple too, only a college student, he didn't even reach his twenties yet, a boy named Ryan.

Yet he still was trying his best, after all, what makes a hero wasn't the fame or the praise, it was the help that he gave, right?

Oo'kami shook his head and sighed as these thoughts went through his mind, and he instead focused on the mission he came for.

Restricted area? Only for the common people,not for a superhero!

 Swiftly he hopped over the yellow tape,his padded ninja outfit,as silly as it was, was ensuring that not a single sound came out of him, and he was once again reminded to be grateful that he chose practicality over looks.

He stood in his place for a second, taking in the view of the wrecked laboratory, he was just here a few hours ago, not as Oo'kami, but as Ryan, with his currently missing friend, Oliver, and at least a hundred other people.

Now it was empty, desolate, not even the police stayed, and yet no one bothered to look for his lifetime friend, which yet again, reminded him of why he was doing all of this.

Deafeningly quiet, Oo'kami has focused his senses, searching for even the tiniest sound a human could pick up, and that exact sound came in the form of muffled whimpers under the rubble.

“Oliver…” he muttered, fist and teeth clenching, his heart weighing heavy with both anger and pain, but at least the boy was alive, he prayed that he wasn't hurt as well.

The hero focused his senses again on the exact place of the sound, and made sure that no one was around, it was three in the morning after all, surely no one was around, right?

He lifted a few bricks and fallen pieces of drywall, and there it was, the body of a familiar teenage boy, shrunken to the size of three inches tall, just a tiny bit bigger than a borrower, but still a painful sight for Oo'kami.

At least the injuries were minor, and he appeared to be asleep, rather than unconscious, also a great relief.

His theory proved correct when he poked the tiny boy and the latter jolted awake with a frightened yelp.

“Who-” Oliver blinked, and stared for a few moments at the giant, masked person that loomed over him.

Wait,no, he was the one who was tiny, but that person was…

“O…Oo'kami? Immortal…Oo'kami?!” Oliver blinked a few times and his eyes lit up as he realized that the hero he Idolized was truly here, in the flesh, coming to rescue him.

He stumbled in his steps and Oo'kami gently caught his form in his gloved hands, giving the boy a kind,if awkward look.

“The Oo'kami?! Is…is it really you?”

“Yes, It's me!” he gave a nervous chuckle as he collected the tiny bundle of a boy and lifted him off the ground.

“Are you alright…physically?” Oo'kami's voice was worried, he knew all too well how much of an awful situation this is, his fingertips searched carefully for any remnants of the drywall or the serum on Oliver's body.

The tiny boy nodded slowly. “I'm fine,Mr Oo'kami, thank you.”

Fortunately there were only a few scratches from where the bottle of the serum hit his face, he was, overall,unharmed and well.

The hero sighed in relief as he brought the boy to his chest.

“Please, Just “Oo'kami”, for all you know I could be as old as you are.”

“But first…What's your name?” Oo'kami asked even if he knew the truth.

“O…Oliver!” He said as he grabbed a fistful of the hero's outfit and held to it for dear life.

“Nice to meetcha,Ollie” 

Getting out was difficult for Oo'kami, he had to stealth his way out with one hand, and he had to make sure Oliver wouldn't get hurt, and now that he thought about it…

“That won't do…”

He sat down with Oliver, somewhere behind the wrecked building, thinking.

The whole situation was painful, his friend was now a tiny little thing that held to him for dear life, while simultaneously viewing him as the greatest thing that ever lived.

But he wasn't what Oliver believed in, he was a confused, tired boy that just so happened to have a superpower.

He sighed heavily, unsure what to do now, he was practically trapped here with his bite sized buddy unless he wanted to risk losing him. Yes, he had secret pockets but did he really want to stuff his friend into a such a tiny space? 

Wait…bite sized…

The idea was very strange at first, to the point where he wanted to completely ignore it, but it presented itself again.

It…could work, and for a temporary option…it's much much better than a tiny pocket with no room to breathe, and it's practically unreachable…unless someone decided to slice open his stomach.

He glanced at the curious Ollie, and Ollie glanced back at him, tilting his head slightly to the side.

God, he is so adorable… Oo'kami couldn't help but feel hungry…wait no, that's not right, they're both humans…

Deep breaths,Deep breaths…

“Oo'kami? Are you alright?” 

“I'm fine,Ollie, I'm absolutely fine.”

“Actually…”

He looked back at the small boy.

“Could you keep a secret for me? Since you might be staying with me for a while…”

“Yes…but I don't understand ,a secret? And staying with you? What do you mean, Oo'kami?”

Oo'kami looked around warily, then took off his mask.

To his surprise, Oliver didn't look very…shocked? He gasped softly, like he realized something, but not out of shock.

“Something tells me you already knew the whole time,Ollie.”

“Yeah…You're kind of bad at keeping secrets, Ryan.” Oliver chuckled, his freckled cheeks gaining a reddish tint.

The way that the hero said “Ollie”, his voice, those few stray locks of black hair falling over his eyes, his striking electric blue eyes, they were very familiar to the shrunken boy, he already connected the dots a long time ago.

“That doesn't change anything though, you're still my best friend, and you're still my hero, you literally saved my life just now!” 

Oliver threw himself into Ryan's broad chest and gave him the biggest hug his current form can get him.

Ryan smiled sadly, and returned the hug, the urge to protect his friend was getting stronger every second, and they didn't have much time.

“Do you still trust me? Even after I…lied to you?”

“Of course! You didn't lie to me, it was out of your control!”

“Good.” Ryan brought the shrunken boy to his mouth, ready to proceed, “enough hesitation” he thought.

“Uhh,Ryan, what are you doing?”

“... You're getting an inside shot!” Really? Really?! That's the best he could come up with?! The mental facepalm was so strong his face wrinkled.

“... What?” Poor Oliver just got even more confused.

“Look…I…I can't keep you in my pockets, Something will happen, I might fall, a bad guy might fight me,I might have to avoid the police, you get the jist of it…”

He tried to explain as he got the boy away from his face.

“And I need both of my hands, Okay? So I thought of an alternative_”

Oliver blinked slowly…then he realized.

“I…think I know what you're going to do,”

“Would you allow me to?” Ryan stroked the other boy's hair, his warm breath washing over him.

Oliver pondered momentarily.

“It’s safe, right?” 

“Of course, otherwise I wouldn't have even thought about it!”

“I'm just…I don't know,Ryan…there's so many things that's confusing me about all of this…” His voice was cracking, barely holding the tears as he realized just how grave his situation is.

“Perhaps…Perhaps it might help me think a bit clearer…not fearing for my life and being with you,even in such an unorthodox way,”

He took a deep breath and gathered his wavering courage.

“Go ahead,I trust you with my life, just be careful about it, okay?”

Ryan felt as if he was going to cry as well, he only wanted to protect his friend, keep him safe while he is in this vulnerable state, it didn't help at all that all he could see was the instinctual fear his friend was desperately trying to hide.

“I swear on my life, it's only to help you, I will never even think of hurting you,Oliver.”

He brought the small boy to his face again, and gave him an apologetic look.

Before he could even open his mouth,Oliver put his miniscule hand on Ryan's lips.

“Wait…before you do…”

He stood up in Ryan's palm, and lifted his arms. 

The hero understood his intention, and lifted him to his eyes, now able to see him better in the faint moonlight.

Oliver hugged his nose bridge,and Ryan closed his eyes and leaned into the hug.

There was a silence, both of them cherished this moment of affection, for it was the last moment they will get to be this close to each other, before layers of flesh and clothes separate them.

“I trust you.” Oliver repeated,and he meant it.

“I trust you as well.” Ryan replied, and he meant it.

Oliver sighed and let go, ready for what was coming next,and so was Ryan.

He first took away Ollie's jacket,glasses, and backpack, looking like toys in his hand, then he took his shoes and socks, the sensation no doubt a bit tickling, because Oliver let out a tiny,shy giggle.

It was cold that night, Oliver couldn't help but to shiver slightly now that Ryan took away his jacket, but not that it mattered, he was going to be somewhere warmer soon.

Ryan slightly parted his lips, just enough for the small boy to climb inside, as he didn't want to force him, he already had very little control over what's going on, it would be cruel to take away the rest from him.

For the tiny boy however, it was an invitation, the warmth that the hero's breath emitted was pleasant, gentle, different from the cold air that surrounded them, and it felt right to just get inside, where it was warm and soft, so it was exactly what he did.

Ryan -or was he Oo'kami at this moment?- was hesitant, unsure if what he was doing was even human, Ollie is already inside his mouth, so it's not like the smaller boy had any qualms with it.

But he…he was filled with dread, anxiety creeped up his spine and all sorts of fears filled his head.

What if he accidentally bit him? What if he choked on him? What if it didn't work as he imagined, and he was just dooming his best friend to a horrible, painful,slow death?

His anxious, intrusive thoughts were Interrupted by a tiny prod on his tongue, to which he responded by lightly pushing Oliver with his tongue towards his throat,and then fully closing his mouth, sealing his friend in darkness, but he wasn't ready to swallow yet.

“Ryan…I trust you,You can go ahead…” Oliver reassured, using the same words he used just a moment ago.

But they were true, he trusted Ryan with his life, he was ready to be eaten alive if it was what he believed was safe.

But the problem was,Ryan was the one who was scared, despite him being the one who suggested it in first place.

So the shrunken boy has decided to let Ryan swallow him when he deemed it necessary, and truth was, he was fascinated by the idea of being inside someone's mouth.

His curious nature made him ask himself “How do I taste like?”, but it was a question for later, when Ryan could answer him.

Could Ryan even hear him? He can hear him now, but what about when he was sent deep down to the stomach? 

“Ryan, when you do swallow me…Please stay with me? I know I would be literally inside you,but…like…”

His words was failing him, but it looked like Ryan was giving him the chance to speak first, or perhaps he wanted to speak as well, but all the words will come out as a garbled mess.

“Don't forget about me,I guess?”

Oliver felt defeated, he layed down on the tongue and tried to fight the urge to cry.

He let out a yelp of surprise when the muscle underneath him shifted and moved, and he fell back towards the throat, but still he allowed it to happen.

Ryan went with it as if he was swallowing a pill, instinctively his hand was lifted to his neck, to his Adam’s apple, as he felt the small weight leave his throat.

“I would never, I promise you not a moment will pass without me thinking of you, I'm here, both in body and spirit, you aren't alone, Oliver, I won't leave you alone”

His gloved fingers followed along the small warm weight, passing behind his heart, then dropping underneath it, to which he found himself rubbing his stomach as if to feel the shrunken boy within.

“Can you hear me?” Ryan asked softly “Are you alright in there?”

For Oliver ,the journey to Ryan's center was relatively short, it was only seven seconds, but they were long seconds…

Hearing all the body functions as they work was humbling, fascinating, especially the beating heart.

But his fascination was soon interrupted with him passing through a ring of muscle, and falling face first towards the fleshy ground.

Oliver heard Ryan calling, and he prodded the stomach to tell him he arrived safely.

“I'm fine,Ryan! Can you hear me?”

The hero focused his senses towards himself,his innards, giving all attention to his inner ear.

“I hear you, Oliver!” 

It was a simple statement, but it made Oliver tear up.

 He wasn't forgotten,he wasn't lost inside his friend's guts, the older boy could hear him and feel him…even when they are so far away from each other.

What a paradox it was, how he was so close to Ryan…and yet so far away.

“I thought I would sizzle like bacon on a hot frying pan, but it's like…a really soft and wet bed! You have to tell me how you did that!”

As Oliver's curious hands pawed at the new environment, he slipped and fell into one of the many folds of the stomach, and he just sat there, letting himself be lovingly held and hugged by the soft organ.

Perhaps it was him craving a gentle hug, to be held and soothed after the events of today.

“You haven't eaten anything all day,have you,Ryan?”

 He could tell by how the stomach was desperately trying to absorb him into it, but there were no acids, no way for him to be digested.

To think that Ryan is practically starving himself for his sake…

“Uhm…so you like it in there?” Ryan said as he put on his mask and helmet again.

“It's not bad at all…if it wasn't for your stomach trying so hard to digest me because you didn't eat anything!” Oliver grumbled and kicked lightly at one of the walls.

“For real, though, it's not that I hate it,It's more that I'm worried about you, so please, eat something when you spit me out,okay? And it better be real food and not instant ramen.”

Ryan listened and sighed.

“I tend to forget, Between college and being Oo'kami, I barely get any sleep…I often have to skip meals because of that.. Yeah, You are right, you are the only thing I've put in my belly since I woke up.”

“And you haven't fainted yet?!!”

“I'm…stubborn.” 

“You definitely are!”

Ollie sat and placed both of his arms on each side of the stomach, and both of his hands barely touched the walls.

 He ran some math in his head, and then laid back against the greater curve of the stomach, like a soft fleshy hammock.

“Ryan…”

“Yep?” The voice echoed around him.

“I’m scared.”

“Scared of …what?”

“Everything? I mean, how do I even begin?”

“I got shrunk to the size of a few inches tall, you ate me alive, Nobody knows I even survived except for you…”

“My parents, are they worried about me? Are they looking for me?”

“Am…Am I going to stay tiny like this forever? Where am I going to stay after that? Can I go home like this?”

“Oliver…”

“Yes?”

“You're tired,” 

“Yes, Yes I am,” Oliver closed his eyes and allowed himself to relax.

“I'm also scared,Ollie, but do you know what I think?”

“We can get through this together,I won't leave you until we find a solution to all of this.” Ryan reassured once again.

“Now if you can, get some sleep, you did say it was like a bed in there,”

“I can't” 

“Why?”

“It's just… New environment and all that…”

“I guess I'm going to bore you to sleep then by explaining to you how you aren't melting right now.”

They both chuckled, Oliver felt the whole place move with every laugh.

Ryan succeeded, for he kept rambling on,and on, and on, about the specifics of his power and how it's not actually ”Immortality” but a full control of his cells.

Oliver tried to be as attentive as he could, but listening to supernatural-biochemistry info dumping is sure to bore anyone to sleep, unless you were, like Ryan, passionate about the subject to the point of majoring in it.

Eventually all Ryan heard was soft breathing, poor Oliver slept ever so soundly it made him sad.

This is probably the most comfortable he had ever been in a long time. 

Ryan felt both honor that he was able to provide that comfort for his friend, and shame that he had to eat his friend alive to provide him said comfort.

At least he was safe and sound, at least both of them were.

He got up, pins and needles attacking his entire lower half, but it's nothing a little walk can't fix.

He moved slowly so as to not jostle the little friend inside, then thought of his next step.

Another patrol won't hurt, before he can get to his apartment and get some shut eye as well.

“We will pass these bridges when we get to them,” he thought to himself.

“Until then,you are safe with me.”

He said, both a reassurance to himself and his sleeping friend.

[harufluff]

txt as romantic tropes

warnings - cursing, breaking up??, let me know if there's any more.

wc - 2.6k (all together)

genre - txt x fem!reader (individually written), established and un-established relationship aus, idol au and non-idol au, angst and fluff

yeonjun

bully turned lover

honestly high school felt like another lifetime. your entire high school experience was mostly just you trying to get through all your classes and get into a good collage. sadly there isn't a high school experience without some downs. choi yeonjun. your high school bully. popular as he was, he wasn't necessarily the nicest guy around. you would never in any universe consider him a friend or anything more.

girls would swoon over him and his good looks, but you saw right through that. little did you know that made you a target for him. the constant words being thrown at you by himself and his friends, the ongoing harassment. obviously high school was not a great couple of years for you.

thankfully after graduation, you decided to take a couple of years off before college. just have fun and be an adult. dating is naturally part of that "adult experience". over the time you were out of school you decided to go on some randomly scheduled dates. whether they be from online dating, or set ups from friends.

anyway back to real time, cute cafe date with some guy you thought was nice on some random dating site. honestly it wasn't that fun, but at least you could get a coffee and not look lonely.

'i'm gonna go get a few napkins ok?'

your date asks you while beginning to sit up. you nod with a small smile. you take your phone out while he walks around to the front counter and asks the employee for napkins. your about to put your phone away, when there is a light tap to your shoulder.

'uhm...l/n y/n?'

your head turns around at the sound of your name being called by a familiar voice. you turn your head to see choi yeonjun. your high school bully in the flesh.

'y-yeonjun?'

your eyes grow wide at the sight of him. you briefly exchange simple "how have you been"'s and "what brings you hear"'s. to which you answer that you're on a date, and he tells you he was just in the area and wanted a drink.

'uhm...i just wanted to say, that i was a jerk in high school towords you. i really am sorry. i had always thought it was cool of me to be acting like that, but i realized after we graduated how stupid i was."

yeonjun continued his entire apology speech to you before you stopped him and asked him what the point of this was, while also thanking him.

'i was wondering, i-if you were free tomorrow?'

you smiled at his gesture and accepted his invitation. you simply gave him your number and he promised to text you when he got the chance. you smiled at him as he walked away. as your date came back he asked,

'who was that?'

'a friend.'

soobin

rejected to lovers

today was the day he was gonna do it. soobin was gonna confess his feelings to you. he knew he had a small chance of you feeling the same way. but he had confidence! confidence that you would like him too.

the cocky side of soobin coming out, he thought that you could like him. he was good looking, a sophmore like you, good personality, polite, and he was never rude or imposing.

so here he was, standing out in the courtyard, holding a flower out to you. his head was down and his eyes were closed, in hopes you wouldn't see him embarrassment. your eyes are wide, and mouth is slightly agape. you look down at the flower in his hands.

'uhm...i'm sorry, but...i don't feel the same way."

soobin looked back up with you, before bowing once again, handing you the flower, and running away to somewhere you don't know. honestly you didn't know what happened from there. you didn't interact with him as much after that.

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ahh finally. senior year was here. the years prior went by fast. stressful assignments that are finally done and gone, the long hours of studying for a test are finally over with, and hopeless relationships that you initiated, and one that you didn't, and declined.

oh yeah. you remember that, when a boy you had liked in middle school confessed his feelings to you in the courtyard with a flower in hand. every since that day, you had thought about it more and more. sometimes you still wonder why you declined. sometimes you wondered if you lost feelings, or were just too oblivious to realize.

honestly, deep down you know if you said yes that day everything would change. maybe you did have a crush on him now, but you knew he wouldn't take you back after that. damn it he probably hates you!

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soobin was on your mind every freakin day. literally there was nothing you could look out without thinking about him. fuck it. you were gonna at least write him a note telling him you liked him and you were sorry. save yourself the embarrassment of being rejected face to face. damn it. that's what he you did to him...

at that realization you screwed the note, ran to his house after 7th period and prepared yourself for rejection, because goddammit you knew what was about to happen.

you rung the doorbell of his home, and for some reason was surprised to see your classmate there, uniform still on, hair shaggy, and a surprised expression prominently taking over his face.

'h-hey, y/n. uhm, what are you doing at my house...?'

your face mirrored his when he asked that simple question.

'i just wanted to say i'm sorry for sophomore year. i don't know what i was thinking when i said that. to be honest with you i was pretty much in love with you all of middle school and probably now too, i'm just too much of an idiot to realize that until now.'

you rambled out. his mouth with now in an "o" shape. what the heck did he just hear??! his crush of two plus years is literally confessing to him that she's been in love with him since middle school?!

'ok then. let's start over. hi, im choi soobin, and i'm in love with you too'

(sorry this one was a bit confusing :/)

beomgyu

other side personality shown

the world knew beomgyu as the meme of an idol. the happy go lucky mood maker member of txt. that wasn't how you knew him though. you knew him as the caring, well thought out guy who casually told you he liked you a couple of years prior.

you knew him as the chill guy who you met on some dating sight, fell in love with, and found out he was an idol. honestly that didn't change anything for you though. if anything it made your trust for him better.

the fact that he was able to continue talking to you while also having the responsibility of being an idol and keeping something from you that he shouldn't be throwing around on a dating website.

you saw the smart man behind the outgoing personality he had with his friends. the calm and relaxed romance was always the guy you saw when you opened the door.

'hey.'

beomgyu said with a sweet smile on his lips. he was pretty much beaming, but in a different way than he does with his friends. with his friends its a constant mischievous smirk. with you its a look of love and admiration.

'hey gyu.'

for the rest of the night you sat in each other comfort and the silent night outside you window. thanks to your boyfriends busy schedule, these rare times where you can be together in the kitchen and make ramen are precious.

so here you are standing at the stove stirring the ramen and adding in the powder to the mix, while beomgyu is washing the dishes that were still sitting in the sink from the other night when he was over.

'its done!!'

you say happily turning around and proudly pointing to the ramen on the counter. he snaps his head around and dips his head down to smell the comforting ramen smell. but before standing back up to his level he leaves a quick peck on your lips.

'sorry. i had to'.

his playful side coming out, you smile and decide to peck his lips back. with that small interaction between lovers, he drops the towel in his hands and brings you closer by your hips. his head turns to the side as he sweetly kisses you.

with you there was no competition. no constant need to be better than his hyungs. obviously you love everside of the guy, but this special side that only you get to see is by far your favorite.

taehyun

oblivious x oblivious

'HE LIKES YOU WHY DON'T YOU REALIZE IT.'

was what your best friend was currently yelling at you. she was always on your back about your love life even though you told her not to. but there's no way to stop the people who care about you.

well anyway, she was talking about taehyun. you had known him since senior year when he transferred to your school and became a prominent part of your friend group.

he was never someone you would hang out with unless it was with someone else too. your friend group was pretty mixed, so multiple grades and girls and boys.

naturally that led to some crushes, which led to gushy relationships along with heartbreaks. you didn't want any part of that. and neither did taehyun.

'he doesn't like me.'

you answer turning your head and smiling to yourself. why does she push so hard. he doesn't like you and that's just it. end of conversation.

'boo'

you hear from the back of you. you flinch slightly at the cold hands being placed on your shoulders. fuck it was him. did he hear you? did he care? i guess he would have said something but whatever.

'oh hi...'

you say quietly as if you're trying to hide from him. he smiles at your small interaction.

'OH TAEHYUN!! we were just talking about-'

you clapped your hand around her mouth in order to stop the information from coming out. damn it, if you let her say one more thing your cover would be blown.

taehyun simply stood there then smiled and look at his feet.

'ok then, well i better get going. see you y/n'

you nodded and said your goodbyes as well. she gave you a look of disappointment and a hint of side eye. to be honest you felt the same way. maybe if you had just let it play out he it would have worked out. it doesn't matter anyway he doesn't like you.

'WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU'

your friend says right after you lift your hand gently from her mouth. you look at her with a blank look.

'why don't either of you realize you like each other.'

normally in moments like this you would defend your understanding, that he doesn't feel the same way. but this time was different. you were so close to even the slightest chance of being with him. but you let it slip away.

you look down at your feet before turning around on your heel and walking in the direction taehyun did. you didn't look back, but you knew by the silence that your friend was smiling.

'taehyun!!'

you yell while waving your hand to get his attention. he turns around from where he stood a good 10 feet away from you. you stopped in your tracks and made eye contact with him. neither of you moved in that moment that felt like it was just to two of you.

'i like you!!'

you yell, closing your eyes, too scared of what the outcome will be. maybe he would walk away and not say anything. maybe he will come up to you and tell you you're weird. maybe he'll just flat out reject you.

you open your eyes to the feeling of big, warm hands cupping your cheeks. your eyes blink open and you see his tall, broad figure standing above you.

'i like you too'

huening kai

opposites attract

he was everything you didn’t want. he was exactly the opposite of what you wanted in someone to be a relationship in with.

kai was crazy and loud, and had little to none idea what he was doing half of the time. or at least that’s what you thought.

on the other hand, you were exactly what he didn’t want. you weren’t someone to go out on midnight dates just for the fun of it. not the type of person to have flour fights with in the kitchen.

why the fuck would he want you then? well, guess your friends thought otherwise when they set you up together on a blind date.

the look of astonishment on your face when you saw him walk through the door of she semi nice restaurant one of your friends left you at.

eyes widened, mouth agape slightly. you were kinda pissed if you don’t say so yourself. he simply stood there with a smirk on his face as he walked towards you, knowing full well this wasn’t gonna work out.

‘hey.’

you look down and reply quietly with another hello. what the fuck were you doing here. you knew this wasn’t a good idea. it was a horrible one to be honest. your thoughts continued to run wild until his voice stopped you.

‘well, how about we just enjoy the night and tell our friends it went great, but we still don’t like each other.’

‘sounds good.’

you answered with another short reply. throughout the night went on, you noticed things about him. the small mole on the side of his neck, even the way he talked when he got exited.

you also learned things about him like, he stays up late playing games, and that his love for plushies is never ending, and he even pointed out that he doesn’t normally like people more down to earth like you, but he didn’t enjoy your company.

maybe after tonight you didn’t hate him so much anymore. as soon as it came, the end came as well. you paid the check and walked out of the restaurant maybe a little closer than you used to.

you said your goodbyes and started to walk back in the direction of your home, still thinking about how much fun you had.

sure it was just a simple dinner date, but you had more fun in that night than you did all week. maybe he wasn’t so different from you.

‘wait!!’

you hear being screamed from behind you. you turn around with a questioning look on your face as you stopped and started as he started jogging to where you were.

‘can i get your number?’

you stared at him with wide eyes as you contemplated what was happening.

‘please?’

a smile started to seep through your lips as you giggled at his delayed politeness. you nod enthusiastically and pass him your phone with the text screen open for him to fill in his number. he passes his phone in return.

god he’s so cute, you think to yourself. why did he have to be so different?

‘so, i know we’re different people, but i would really like to see you again soon. honestly, i really like you.’

he says, his head held down while handing you back your phone you you handing him back his.

‘i would like that.’

©️harufluff 2023

comments and reblogs are highly appreciated

haruka rants - i tried to use less common tropes. also thank you for continuing to support me even thought i haven’t been active as much lately. i haven’t been feeling very motivated to write.

[gilgamushroom]

HOW TO SELL YOUR SOUL TO BILL CIPHER ‼️‼️ (+ Terms & Conditions CRACKED)

It took.... way, way too long to decode this, so I'm just gonna post it here lol. So!!

From the adorable baby bill page, we've got "ONE EYED KING" which once you put it in the laptop leads to.....

A totally normal recording with no secret messages! Nope, it's never that simple. Morse code reveals a "NAITSUAF" which can also be used in the laptop...

Well, that's fun, now let's click on and go to the contract

Which has a silly little code at the end which translates to "YOU ARE NOW TWENTY ONE GRAMS LIGHTER" and that should be all! except... jesus fucking christ...

Now HERE are the hours of my life that I will never get back. The translation goes:

this contract is legal and binding 🟨 we reserve the right to use your likeness 🟨 voice and small town pluck in whatever nefarious manner is deemed necessary 🟨 sans soul 🟨

your soulmate will not recognize you and will walk right past you on a cold autumn day 🟨 never making eye contact 🟨 not even processing that you have eyes at all 🟨 no amount of interaction will move them to a place where they can remember 🟨 in feeling 🟨 they thousands of lifetimes you have already spent together 🟨 each time choosing whatever form would keep you closest like otters holding hands in a tumultuous rivers 🟨

you were birds 🟨 you were trees with roots entangled 🟨 drinking in the sunlight together 🟨 wherever we go next 🟨 whatever you choose 🟨 I will always be right there with you 🟨🟨 thats done 🟨 buddy 🟨 congratulations 🟨 you have chosen bill instead

mcdonalds reserves the right to put a giant yellow m on your torso and forehead and send you walking through a crowded times square while you scream 🟨 the fries 🟨 the fries 🟨 they don🟨t degrade in nature 🟨🟨🟨 it🟨s an immortal food 🟨🟨🟨 they will be in the landfills long past our deaths 🟨🟨

good god 🟨 the things🟨s i🟨ve seen 🟨 me 🟨 who am I 🟨 oh i🟨m bill🟨s previous lawyer 🟨 he put my soul into a quill pen so I can write his legal documents until the sun snuffs out like a candle in this sick universe 🟨 I used to be so hot 🟨 I was so fine 🟨 now i🟨m fine print 🟨 speaking of which 🟨

bill reserves the right to put your soul into an inanimate object 🟨 a strange creature 🟨 a concept 🟨 a sentence 🟨 a tasteful but rusty mason jar with wildflowers in it 🟨

if at any point you wish to have visitation rights with your soul 🟨 you will be swiftly denied 🟨 unless you had a cool day planned for the both of you 🟨 then bill might want to come along 🟨

by signing this document you forfeit any rights to eating soul food 🟨 it will turn to ash in your mouth 🟨 a fitting punishment for a fool who squandered the only true gift life owes you 🟨 bill reserves the right to dress your soul however he deems necessary 🟨 especially if your soul was a nerd before acquisition 🟨 soulmakeoverrr 🟨

your soul may become fractured and placed into different objects 🟨 this has no purpose and will not resurrect you if you die 🟨 signee has forfeited all rights to any afterlife 🟨 including but not limited to 🟨 heaven 🟨 hell 🟨 purgatory 🟨 big corner 🟨 flow state 🟨 the dream house 🟨 the reincarnation processing center 🟨 axolotl🟨s tank and consequences hole 🟨

signee can no longer board the soul train and is advised to discard all bellbottoms 🟨 signee can no longer have a puppy as a best friend 🟨 they can sense what is gone 🟨 cats are indifferent 🟨

signee may experience occasional demon possessions from horculus the red 🟨 plabos the merciless 🟨 morbus son of mortem 🟨 plaga the oozing and other such common demons roamimg earth searching for weakened 🟨 empty vessels 🟨

tips for ripping your soul out at home 🟨 watching youtube commentary channels 🟨 attending an extended family event with an open bar 🟨 using generative ai and asserting that you are creative 🟨 turning a blind eye to human suffering 🟨 amassing more wealth than needed 🟨 purchasing a blue checkmark

AND THAT'S THAT. I am seeing this code in my sleep :D Anyways, as they say, always read the fine print, unless it's THIS long in which case by god just take this post instead 👍🏼

I'll go back to seeing these symbols whenever I close my eyes now. Take care and don't sign your soul away uninformed <3

[steddiemicrofic]

Steddie Microfic September 16th-22nd Masterlist

How charming! Here's week 3's submissions!

Yours To Claim by @rindecision | Rated M | no cw

Life Changes by @zombiethingy | Rated G | cw: accidental outing | tags: coming outs, Steve & Robin & Eddie

Wildfire by @fastcardotmp3 | Rated M | cw: off-screen murder, arson | tags: witch!eddie, firefighter!steve, vaguely 'practical magic' inspired

Once In A Lifetime by @steddieasitgoes | Rated G | no cw

Grow back your sharpest teeth, you know my desire by @sidekick-hero | Rated E | cw: vampire!steve, bloodsucking, dub-con

like a moth to a flame pt. 1 by @stobinesque | Rated T | cw: Implied compulsion | tags: Implied vamp Steve, strangers to lovers

Summoned by @aidaronan | Rated G | cw: off screen mentions of death/loss | tags: Kas!Eddie, practical magic

untitled by @wingedquill | Rated T | cw: non-terminal cancer

like a moth to the flame pt. 2 by @stobinesque | Rated E | cw: sex compulsion, dubious consent, blood, honorifics | tags: Vampire Steve, Transmasc Eddie, vaginal sex

Love, oh love by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation | Rated M | cw: some sexual innuendo, excessive use of British English

of strangers and chasers by @sailing-through-hawkins | Rated T | no cw | tags: cowboy au, wandering newcomers stobin

no better version i could pretend to be tonight by @thefreakandthehair | Rated M | cw: eddie munson's near-death experience, description of panic attack/nightmare

For Luck by @redlegumes | Rated G | no cw | tags: first kiss, good luck charm

drag me under by @matchingbatbites | Rated T | cw: creature!Eddie, possessive behavior, compulsion, ambiguous ending

i can take you higher by @cranberrymoons | Rated T | cw: smoking | tags: post season 2, mild hurt/comfort, touch-starved steve

once upon a dream by @sailing-through-hawkins | Rated T | no cw | tags: fairytale au, knight eddie, evil prince steve

untitled by @wingedquill | Rated T | cw: non-terminal cancer

death says hello by @sailing-through-hawkins | Rated T | cw: temporary main character death | tags: supernatural vibes

That magic of yours by @cxwzkeys | Rated G | no cw

strawberries & lemonade by @a-little-unsteddie | Rated T | no cw

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Can you do an Alphabet with Billy Washington? I know he’s minor but I would looove to read one for him. 😁

I managed one for Aemond and we only got him for 11 minutes. Three episodes feels like a lifetime by comparison lol Lemme see what I can do!

Billy Washington NSFW Alphabet

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

His partner will be the one dishing out the aftercare, as Billy's likely to get a bit teary eyed afterwards. Will need to be held close and told how good he's made them feel.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

Sadly, Billy boy doesn't really like anything about himself. Though if his partner is shorter than him, he'll enjoy the height difference and enveloping them in his arms.

Loves every part of his partner. Full on body worshipping, he simply cannot believe that they're his.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

He likes to finish inside - with or without a condom, depending on the birth control situation.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

Looked at his partner's holiday photos before they were together and cranked it to all of their bikini shots.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

Billy's a novice. He's had drunken one night stands, but never been with a partner long enough to learn what they like. He'll need to be taught.

F= Favorite position

Cowgirl. Secretly likes it when his partner takes control, but also likes grabbing their hips and guiding their movements.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

Billy can be a little bit awkward, having a partner that's willing to laugh off the cramps or when he trips trying to get his trousers off will definitely help ease the tension.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

It's a mess down there. You can't really expect much else, he looks like Shaggy from Scooby Doo.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

Most of the time it's soft and slow, but if he's been down the pub or feeling angry then he's fast and rough with it.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

Any chance he gets. Billy is unemployed and has access to the internet and a local corner shop selling lads' mags. What else can you expect?

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

Voyeurism. Loves to watch his partner - watch them get changed, watch them shower, watch the peek of their cleavage down their top or the rise of their g-string over their jeans. He'll think he's died and gone to heaven if they let him watch them get off.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

His bed, his sofa and the back of his car.

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

Any sort of praise. Being made to feel useful. Feeling bigger/stronger than his partner. Neck kisses. Form fitting clothing.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

Not into degradation, either receiving or giving. He likes to love and feel loved.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

Will melt into a big puddle if he's on the receiving end. Unsure of what to do when giving it, but will follow instruction and is eager to please.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

Goes slow, but doesn't last for long. This will improve with time.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

Not opposed to a quickie in the pub toilets or the back of his car.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

As long as it's nothing too outlandish, he'll try anything once.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

Will glad do two or three times in a session, none of them are particularly lengthy though.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

Terrified at the prospect of having anything used on him and seeing anything of his partner's will make him feel inadequate.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

Not a tease himself, but will be a whining mess in no time if he's teased.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

Moans like a little bitch.

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

His favourite thing to do in the morning is wake his partner up by pressing his hard on against their arse.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

6-6.5 inches. He doesn't disappoint. Ruddy in colour at the tip and on the slimmer side.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

Quite high from all the wanking.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

Laying in his partner's arms after sex is the only time Billy sleeps well, so he drifts off quite quickly afterwards.

[lily-alphonse]

hihi!! i read ur sandy fic literally today and i couldn't get it out of my head im so obsessed😭it hurts SO good i just finished rereading it again, and I was wondering, since Steve refuses to talk about his previous experience at the End, what actually happened there? :0 (sorry if this is smth that's easy to piece together I'm not very bright sometimes T-T) Also, did you have any ideas on stuff that happened in other cycles that you didn't end up including? Hehe, personally my headcanon is that for their first hug in a future reunion, Steve would try to hug Sandy for as long as he can before Sandy learns that it hurts him, so that he can get his proper hug dosage in. Sandy give that lonely man a hug damnit :') He's been waiting for like 3 lifetimes!!

EEEEEEEEE

Ok first, if you are reading this and haven't read Sandy: An Enderman Tale, here is the AO3 link, this is going to be a spoiler-filled discussion

And second I want everyone to know that fic writers DIE for this level of engagement, I'm deceased, melted into the ground and incredibly flattered, thank you 😭🪦

Now to answer

Oh gosh the End. Oh man. Well consider this, right. How many Enderman does the average player have to kill to even open the End portal?

😬

Lmao yeah... that's... not something Steve is proud of.

I hadn't put much thought into it before but here is how I imagine things would have gone before the events of the fic, which will also explain Steve's hangups surrounding the End.

Steve wakes up in the world of Minecraft with no memory. He only knows his name, and that he is not of this world. He begins as an even more reckless adventurer than he is now, and just wants to experience everything the world has to offer

He kills a ton of Enderman and uses their pearls to find and open the portal. He knows somehow this portal is his escape out of this world

He makes it to the End and dies in his first attempt to kill the dragon. It was a rash decision to even try, he isn't even all that certain he wants to leave this world yet. He intends to go back some day, maybe once he is tired of being immortal.

It is at this point that he meets Sandy. Sandy saves Steve, playing out much like chapter 1 except for more hesitance on Steve's part. They have a tenuous ally-ship, mostly held up by the fact that Sandy won't quit following Steve.

Steve is hesitant to accept that Sandy could be good because of all of the Endermen he's slain assuming they were mindless monsters. What if one of them was Sandy? What if they are all like Sandy?

While he is in denial and trying to process, Sandy just keeps following him. Like I'm imagining he even builds a base under a lake only for Sandy to pop in as soon as he builds a ceiling tall enough lol

Steve lashes out at Sandy in misdirected anger at himself. Ok wait Ive just decided something very dramatic, he strikes Sandy when they won't stop following him. He's almost surprised when Sandy subsequently goes insane and hits him back, and he actually ends up killing them.

Instant regret. The Enderpearl left behind fucking haunts him. He goes to the End again out of desperation. Maybe there is some kind of answer to be found there, maybe Sandy will respawn there somewhere.

He finds nothing. It's exactly like the last time. Just endstone and faceless Endermen and a dragon that wants to kill him. But in a way everything has changed since the last time he was here. HE isn't the same.

As a last ditch effort, or maybe feeling sorry for himself, he makes eye contact with an Enderman. Sandy doesn't come to save him this time, and he is ripped apart. It feels fitting, in any case, that they should have a tiny taste of retribution for what he's done to them.

A long time passes before he encounters Sandy again. He's decided he's not leaving this world. Clearly there is so much more to experience that he can't even fathom, if his friendship with Sandy was even possible.

When Sandy finds him again he is beside himself, and actually scares Sandy away with his intense reaction. So he learns to be more casual about it in the future lol. He also learns that explaining what happened at the End is a no-no, because when he mentioned attacking the Enderdragon, Sandy got angry and went away for a long time.

There is a lot of trial and error in this go around. Sandy would either die because of rain or getting in the way of a monster again. Or maybe they attempt the Nether and Steve learns, no more Nether, lmao.

I did want to expand on the concept of the End with that in mind. It becomes sort of a symbol of his past failures and who he used to be. Even the fact that he nearly killed the Enderdragon and escaped this place haunts him.

He still has a lot of growing to do, he still displays selfishness and recklessness, but his relationship with Sandy is steadily making him a better person.

I love that you have a headcanon that's so fun for me. I would also like them to have a very long hug BUT it wouldn't be in the beginning since Sandy is easily spooked at first. At the end of the last chapter, Sandy is more accepting of the physical affection. So it just takes a while for them to warm up to the idea. It would prbly also help if Steve didn't make them kill him at any point lol. I see them making hugs a regular thing in a future lifetime, as long as Star is sitting somewhere out of sight!

Thank you for your ask and your incredible support my heart is warm ♥️

[247snob]

Million thoughts!

Where to S t a r t???

Jump off to where i was....obsessing on the Prior footage? Watching it again, days ago. Can't shake it...It being BURNT in my head ( w her sitting Watching the "coursing of bulls" Emilio Muñoz?...) or saying over the years how...basically, her movies are shit because of Them, not her....(director. cinematographer, ect) the footage Prrrrrretty much Locked That theory Down! 100% That scene Alone....a chunk w the camera on her...INcredible. Marilyn Like. Where, the noise if, taking time to get her There...and once they do...or "it might take 50 takes but once we get it, it's...) the inner light kicked on. Can Not Tell me...the story in her face, no audible. INCREDIBLE! Could see everything going on w out knowing the back story. W out seeing the actual video (eww. Imagine coming off as some creepy obsessed fan! Lol...*guhh)

Or...me all kid like...the...myyyyy over thinking (? Not a bad thing) The Bed Scene! Fuuuuck! Just Fkn Beautiful!! Watched it like a MoooVie! Beautiful! SEX!! PERFECTION. Edit/cut2, where she pulls her arms up. Skin of her four arm tugs the front of bra, slight reveal of a nipple. So insanely pretty...art...beautiful!! Every Visual is Peeking! (Mixing in That...slipping away. Her, To Conjure her up (who even is That? Who's she? She's not "normal". Incredible. And or...their's an audience. With...aside from the beauty. Their's a room....5...11...20+ ppl watching *again. Who is That?? I fkn know. Damn it. I know. And "this head" seeing her in the flesh...it's Trippy....to me.)

Not smart enough...wish i was. To break down what my head, brain was...swimming. this "oook ok ok OK! That's why she's/it's/ trying to Get it...it's Bad Ass

THEN TO this...like about. All being true!!!

The. Did you get there from People? Help? Just the vessel? Marilyn, again. I couldn't happen(?) without Help? (Conflicted.) This is where "i" kick in. Or maybe why we're not That...this...THAT! (I Can't break every thought down...getbem All out. But. In the Soup of...it's not "normal" to do...be That (huge of an artist in our...my lifetime. *oh god..here comes the "who cares...why do you care..." manic? Insane?)

...* (though 4 on the video) Making people uncomfortable around you. The tantrum. "Bitchy"....kid like. People there to severe you and....To...(my head. My "insanity"...) seeing her seconds latet. Almost realizing "the energy" and making giggling...jokie(sp?) sounds and reverting the mood??

.......My experience...experiences. projecting. Memory of a Leo i know (knew) and her Just Making Everyone's life a living hell. AND (where I sit "crazy" taday) why people took it!! Why the one girl in particular took it. She would Go Off on her! Flip out, screaming-in-her-face...alot. everyone would just be on pins and needles. (Lies. Some just went on like....another day at the office. Unphased.

Watching this (vid) Just semi waking up...just off the phone talking...oop, being talked at...the CRAZY Dream i just got up from (MOVIEEEEE. NO dialog. (Much) gangster. Gangsters. How it (scary....beautiful) went from one ta one ta one...eras. styles. Races. The goings down. The "is it good...is it bad" the, everyone running from....

The Details of what my brain put...puts together. VS wtf i can get out my lips. (Finger) it's Maddening!!

BUT....The Leo frnd....i kinda felt sick. Thinking about How i never stood up for that girl.

Especially now. (The this this this that) puzzle in my head of...protecting what? The paycheck? My space of where i was...like if you do This...this will happen. MEANWHILE, ha..where did it get me??

(Like the dream. My brain. 2+2=7hhfg86449n poopy pee pee hexagon) Where did "playing it safe" get me? I Still ended up "here" (so far so (not) good) shutting tf up with That disaster got me...not too fkn much in the end. (Now as my own "screaming in my face" adventures are coming up...)

WTF AM I SAYING??

Saying...with aaaall that Nothing info (vid. Synergy-ish. Dream. Thoughts of negativity *including real time interactions) ALIVE as i feel...it's All...everything....it's gotta turn into Something. As much as this (for ME...no mthrfkrs tlk on this bitch. No bouncing Thoughts off "friends" (whatever That is. Having Zeroooo)

Guhhh. Rambling, spinning (usual). Hopefully Soon. It makes sense.

The noise...the turn on(s)...inner "ahhh" is to prevalent. To Always on...Always thinking. Quentioning.

It's Gotta be 4 something. *somebody straighten my veil.

*seriously. That dream🤯

[kokiafans]

KOKIA updates: May-June 2024

Below, I have summarized KOKIA’s announcements and messages for May and (most of) June 2024. As explained here, this will remain the style of updates for now. Unfortunately, I have gotten behind a bit, hence this update spanning almost 2 full months instead of the usual 1. My sincere apologies, I promise I'm doing the best I can under the circumstances. Thank you for your continuing patience.

Once-in-a-lifetime meetings tour

KOKIA mentions in her blog entry for May 24 that all of the performances still left in KOKIA's ongoing Once-in-a-lifetime meeting are sold out, which has given her motivation for more concerts next year as well.

May 25 marked the special Tokyo performance of the tour. In her blog entry of May 14, KOKIA announces the venue will be open a little earlier for merchandise sales, as they're expecting crowds. In addition to the T-shirts and blousons already for sale, there will also be portable electric fans for purchase. An autograph session in Tokyo would not be possible, and so she has opted for commemorative postcards instead.

KOKIA looks back on her Tokyo performance in her blog entry for May 26. It was a wonderful experience, truly living up to the title of once-in-a-lifetime, and she announces this performance has been recorded and will be made available, further news to come once the tour has wrapped.

Now that the Tokyo performance has ended, the tour T-shirts and blousons are also available again on the official web shop. She does note the T-shirts are a loose fit, so S-size will be as loose or looser than a regular M-size. Also, this is the last batch, so once they're gone, they're gone forever.

New performance announcements

In her news entry for May 14 as well as her blog entry for that day, KOKIA announces the 2024 sonorium concert Himawari wa akogare ('The sunflowers yearning'), her customary summer concert where the music will rain down on you like a sudden summer shower to offer some relief. The concert will be held on August 3 and 4. (Due to my tardiness in reporting, the concerts have currently sold out and tickets can no longer be purchased via the links provided in her news entry.)

KOKIA has also announced a new concert on November 11, a strings trio concert titled SHI-NA-RU, to be held at Suntory Hall Blue Rose in Tokyo. There will be a performance at 15:30 and one at 19:00. Members of the fan club, club ancoro, can pre-order tickets from June 14-28. Information can be found via the mail magazine or the MEMBERS page on her official website. (via News on June 14)

Finally, in her blog entry for May 24, KOKIA also teases for a once-in-a-lifetime songs tour for 2025, after the success her current tour turns out to be, planning to visit more cities next year.

Other appearances

May marked a couple of radio appearances for KOKIA. She appeared on Afternoon Paradise with Chikako Sawada on May 22, which was in an open studio with a lovely view, as she shared on Instagram (via News on May 18).

On May 26, she appeared on Yasuhiro Kawabe's MUSIC HOT FLAVOR radio show, where she promoted her 25th anniversary best album The Lighthouse (via News on May 16).

KOKIA also held her piano performances on June 8 and 9 at 01073 house, mentioning rehearsing for it in her blog entry of June 3. It's been a while since she last sang while accompanying herself on piano, so rehearsals made her remember older performances at live houses. She also teases a new song she presumably performed that weekend, as she finally found the sounds to go along with the phrases.

Releases

As previously announced, KOKIA has released all of her Animal albums digitally now: on May 11, volume 3 and volume 4 of the newly titled Animal Kingdom albums are available for streaming through various services (linked above). The news entry on May 12 does note that physical copies are still available via the official web shop (although volume 3 is sold out as of writing this).

Frekul JOYSOUND challenge

On May 13 on both her news and blog pages, KOKIA announced her participation in the Frekul JOYSOUND distribution challenge. Karaoke JOYSOUND is a karaoke service and karaoke chain in Japan. Since their service was missing plenty of her songs, KOKIA selected 30 songs currently not included for Frekul, a karaoke distribution service, to get these included at JOYSOUND. Fans were able to buy 'power' units on the event website to get the licensing fee paid for, with one new song added for every 10 power units purchase by May 27. KOKIA fans have rallied together and made sure all 30 songs have now been added! These songs use the master karaoke track, meaning they're the same quality as on CD with no quality loss. The full list of songs is on the event page. I'll include the translated list at the end of this entry. For people who donated 5 power units or more, KOKIA promised to go into karaoke herself and perform her songs and record them, a whole new kind of event for her.

These 30 songs were added to JOYSOUND karaoke thanks to the Frekul challenge:

Fukurou ('Owl')

Yume no tochuu ('on my way to my dream')

Hontou no oto ('Real sound')

Kisetsu hazure no sakura ('Late-blooming cherry blossoms')

Gin no kitsune to kin no koucha o ('Golden tea with a silver fox')

Kotou ('Isolated island')

Ai to heiwa to ongaku to ('Love and peace and music')

The Lighthouse

Kuma ('Bear')

Obake ga kowai nante ('What is it with ghosts being scary')

Watashi no naka no kemono ('The beast inside me')

Family Tree

Otona no ookami ('Adult wolf')

Dear Armstrong

Hoshi ni natta inu ('The dog that became a star')

Tanuki ('Raccoon dog')

Kirin ('Giraffe')

The Cell

Makenai you ni ('So as not to lose')

Oishii oto yum yum music ('delicious sounds')

Oto no arubamu ('Album of sounds')

Doragon ('Dragon')

Hoshi no uta ('The song of stars')

Shoudou ('Impulse')

Kurage ('Jellyfish')

Buta ('Pig')

Hoshi no keiji ('Star revelation')

Miiakyatto ('Meerkat')

Ushi ('Cow')

Tabiressha life train ('travel train')

[ilbound]

@drippingheart has requested a story : The flower crown was long tossed to the ground; the pollinators would treat it with more kindness than Megumi ever could. Hands busied themselves with the lint inside the pockets of the oversized hoodie he donned. It was strange that a such a stupid little action was both a comfort call-back to childhood while being completely annoying. The teenager already began the process of picking the onyx fibres from beneath cracked fingernails.   ❛ Do you ever cry . . seeing so many people you talk to and make friends with die?  ❜  

Would Kaen even feel the slightest hint of melancholy when Megumi died? Megumi barely mattered when it came to the sorcerers he interacted on a regular basis; why would he matter to an entity who lived countless lives? He never could understand why people wanted to live forever. Naturally, the irrational desire was born out of the fear of the death, of the unknown, yet eternal life sounded absolutely dreadful to him. Lonely. Pointless.

𝑼𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅.

Ah , what insolent youth ( woe , gone are the days ) .  There was a time , once , when the offense of casting off an offering from THE IMMACULATE itself would have dropped jaws , raised brows , clutched pearls ; altogether considered b l a s p h e m o u s in nature to dismiss a god-given gift , no matter how insulting to own existence.  But that was many ages ago , and Kaëltyr was notorious for making exceptions ( perhaps one too many in recent years ) .  Megumi was just such someone whom held their favor , so his disregard did not wound them anymore than did his usual abrasive disposition.  If anything , it made for an a m u s i n g occasion ( & he did humor them for all of a few moments , indulging them just long enough to appease the great entity’s childish whims ) .  No doubt there shall come others , this creature may be virtuous in nature but such did not stop them from being QUITE A MENACE to those they liked ( never ill-intentioned , of course , it may be a curse but kaëltyr’s mischief was simply thus ; a play , a whimsy ) .

Besides , now they had EVIDENCE of the whole debacle !  They held claim to a silly little photo on their phone ( one they swore never to show anyone else ) .  It was , in truth , more of keep-sake for themself than for another anyhow ; the curse oft’ made for a selfish sort when it came to m e m o r i e s .

As they sit together there in the wood , Kaen reclines back against the rough-hewn bend of a tree trunk , relaxed in the teen’s presence and unconcerned for the rest of the world continuing to turn around them in all its ever-miserable chaos.  But amid it , stands Megumi – their friend , their so-called big brother – in all his own harrowed glory.  Kaen is not at all oblivious to the energy he possesses ( & never has been ) ; the shadows which so become him , the immense negativity he exudes harkening them like open wound to starving predator in waiting.  Lucky that he has managed to earn t h e i r company and not that of a curse less controlled , less stable.

His question is warranted , and not one unfamiliar ( but it remains as one they loathe to answer ) .  Kaen sighs heavily , dropping pretense as they speak , their tone taking on a more mannered , more r e s o n a t e quality which seizes the wood to still and silence , ❝ Would y'doubt that I do ? ❞  They ask in return , ❝ Since the beginning , I’ve always felt so deeply rooted with others. I didn't lie about that.  I sought the company of humanity for thousands of lifetimes over , and even more did I experience what it was like t'see friends and lovers die. ❞  A beat.  Kaen turns , looking over at the teen , expression somber.  ❝ Every loss , Megumi , I remember.  Every loss , I’ve been wounded by , even if not my own fault.  M'heart breaks each time.  Sorrow , death , destruction – these , all bedfellows to me.  And yes , I’ve c r i e d over people before.  And will likely do so again.  I hold no shame for that.  Jus' as I’ll hold no shame for grieving the loss of your life when it inevitably comes. ❞

[thelreads]

That`s quite the show they are missing... No I don`t mean Yor and the Director, I meant the people in the other deck. You can`t pay to see carnage like that anymore, not since Rome at least...

Now this- This is quite the unique firework show I must say... Truly, a once in a lifetime experience.

[pinkandgoldensoul]

(Some) F1 drivers as guys I’ve met in high school

: ̗̀➛ Charles Leclerc - the fattest crush of my life. literally would turn red like a traffic light anytime I saw him enter the classroom and choke on my own saliva whenever he said hi to me. Not helpful, since he’s been my historical deskmate. I honestly don’t know how I survived sitting next to such a positive, fun, confident, trustworthy and shamelessly handsome guy. Brown hair, big green eyes either sparkling with childhood mischief or pure innocence, and the most athletic guy I’ve ever seen in real life (he’s a sportsman). Definitely had any girl lying at his feet - and he was extremely aware of it - but only cared about his girlfriend and never bragged about his charm. Humble af despite his family being quite wealthy and him being such a nice person. I’ve involuntarily been his point of reference for anything school-related and he’d blindly trust me, which always made my heart melt. He’s the type of guy you need to send a “let me just screenshot this so that I discuss it with my bff-lawyer before replying” text when you see a notification from him. And he’s also the one you look from afar, contemplating his senseless perfection. “I’m so lucky to live in the same historical and geological era” “I don’t know if I’m worthy of him” kind of vibe.

: ̗̀➛ Carlos Sainz - a unique type of nerd. At the beginning he deliberately ignored me. Then he started slowly talking to me about things he really enjoyed and, seeing I was okay with it, he began showing me books he liked, getting all excited in passionate perorations, lending them to me and demanding I’d give him my piece of mind. Also bought and gifted me for Christmas  the copy of a novel he was reading ‘cause he thought I’d be interested (the weirdest and most awkward gift-receiving experience of my whole life. I’m not doing it again). Really liked to push all my buttons to see my reaction (but I ultimately gave him a lifetime lesson) and had a few banters. Don’t think we were really that compatible, he was too opinionated for me, but most of the times I enjoyed having conversations with him. Friendly jokes and benevolent banters with Charles; he’s been class representative for five years, once together with Max.

: ̗̀➛ Max Verstappen - the lonely, misunderstood genius. Didn’t give a crap about school and spent his free time riding motorbikes and getting hands dirty with engine oil. Everybody knew he was original (he had a lot of other hobbies and interests) and all my teachers always felt challenged by his way of thinking. Not afraid to speak up, at all. We’d never talked in five years, but during the dinner we had with all the professors before our finals, completely drunk, he sat next to me and started asking me things about my life. He seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say, but I think he struggled following the conversation since I had to repeat myself at times (he didn’t even hear a tipsy friend of his calling his name twice. “UH?! What?!”). It’s one of the deepest conversations I’ve had in my life. I think in another life we would’ve been good friends, at least. Elected class representative and we still don’t know how but ngl, it didn’t feel that wrong because we’ve always known he’s got that… plus.

: ̗̀➛ Lewis Hamilton - the dreamer. Not very focused on studying, but chased his dream of becoming a dancer like crazy. He was insanely good - like, national level - and skipped a lot of school days to attend competitions. Pretty energetic, confident, mr brightside; always blasting music through his wireless speaker whenever we got out and vibing. If he knew you had a dream, a passion or a special hobby, he’d push you and encourage you as much as possible. Incredible motivator and coach. S t y l i s h     a s     h e c k . Could rock anything but chose to beat us all every single day. Really good friend of Charles. Actually chatted with everybody, but wasn’t really that close with a lot of people.

: ̗̀➛ Alex Albon - the surprising kid. A mediocre student throughout the years, but actually a math and physics enthusiast and genius. He started to show signs of his abilities only in the last year and a half. The only one actually knowing what he was doing with formulas lmaooo Surely wasted in the type of high school I was in* and he acknowledged making the wrong decision, but he didn’t know back at the time he liked physics that much. One of the most chilled out and laid back people I’ve met, really pleasant to talk to. Would often find ourselves in bad situations and look at each other as to say: “It’s a mess, but nothing I hadn’t expected to happen anyway”. The defeated-but-we-already-knew-when-we-started resigned duo. * we mainly studied humanities. We also had physics and chemistry classes, but there are other types of high school more “science” oriented, which would’ve been way more suitable for his skills. #badchoices

: ̗̀➛ Valtteri Bottas - i haven’t figured him out. Like, he was pretty basic and easy to talk to, but had so many hidden interests. Currently studying aerospace engineering. Part-time cosplayer. His instagram posts have descriptions we’re still trying to decipher. Sometimes perceived as a low-key genius, others acting like a fool. I honestly don’t know what to think of him, he just confused me a lot lol.

: ̗̀➛ Bonus: Mick Schumacher - first love. From another class, but the same high school. A bit reserved at first, but the ultimate sweetheart. Thoughtful, polite, calm, soft-spoken, kind, just- you get it. Awkward hugs, talking on a bench for three hours as a first “date” and arguing about who’s going to pay for breakfast (‘cause I couldn’t accept him being the one to pay, like, we were just friends). That was the first time I felt the need to shower someone with love without caring about being reciprocated, at all. I’ve been in the friendzone - voluntarily - for 3 years only to get to know from a shared friend that he had got together with a girl four months prior but didn’t want/ didn’t know how to tell me. To this day he doesn’t know a thing. Not in love with him anymore, but unknowingly gave me the best thing I’ve ever felt. 

[jxftjxdt]

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Welcoming Beginner's Mind: Zen and Tibetan Buddhist Wisdom on Experiencing Our True Nature Welcoming Beginner's Mind: Zen and Tibetan Buddhist Wisdom on Experiencing Our True Nature Contributor(s): Ferguson, Gaylon (Author) Publisher: Shambhala ISBN: 1645471934 Physical Info: 0.71" H x 8.47" L x 5.52" W (0.72 lbs) 248 pages GAYLON FERGUSON, PhD, has practiced and taught Buddhism for over four decades. He received a doctorate in cultural anthropology in 1996 and taught at several universities, including fifteen years as core faculty at Naropa. He is a senior dharma teacher in the Shambhala International Buddhist community and has led meditation programs in numerous cities in the U.S. and internationally since 1976. He has been published in anthologies including Dharma, Color, and Culture; Mindful Politics; and Black and Buddhist, and he is the author of Natural Wakefulness and Natural Bravery. Review Quotes: "This beautiful book offers not only a refreshing new take on Zen's oxherding pictures but also a deep path to awakening based not on seeking but on welcoming and allowing experience here and now, just as it is, again and again. In doing so, it brings together two great Mahayana traditions, Zen and Tibetan Buddhism, in a radical, heart-filled, and profoundly wise fusion that will serve as an invaluable guide for many in our troubled times." -- Henry Shukman, Zen teacher and author of One Blade of Grass " Welcoming Beginner's Mind is a wonderful addition to a body of literature emerging from the dialogical encounters among Buddhist traditions in the West. Gaylon Ferguson draws on his decades of practicing and teaching Tibetan Buddhism to offer a fresh reading of a Zen classic, the ten oxherding pictures, instructing us along the way how to wholeheartedly welcome the empty-fullness of each moment of our lives." -- Bret W. Davis, author of Zen Pathways " Welcoming Beginner's Mind is an experiential journey of 'welcoming' your mind and heart into your own goodness and ease with the world. In a deceptively easy-going manner, Ferguson offers commentary on the famous Zen oxherding pictures that depict the stages of the path and combines this with the presentation of a few brief and simple practices--so simple they barely exist ('sit for three minutes . . . don't meditate'). No doing here, only undoing. I think you will want to read this book more than once." -- Norman Fischer, poet, Zen priest, and author of When You Greet Me I Bow "This is a wonderful book that can give readers who practice in any spiritual tradition--and those who don't--a new and enriched perspective on their experience. Using apparently simple everyday terms and contemplations such as welcoming and noticing, the author leads us on the magical path of the ten oxherding pictures of Zen Buddhism into the depths of our own mind. Just read, follow along, and do the contemplations, and you may well be repeatedly and gladly surprised." -- Eleanor Rosch, professor emeritus at the University of California Berkeley Department of Psychology and Cognitive Science and co-author of The Embodied Mind "As the visual expression of the Bodhisattva's journey, the ten oxherding pictures, which I've loved and studied since my teens, have no equal among the world's artistic and spiritual masterpieces. With Buddhist learning that is insightful and inspiring, experiential and scholarly, Gaylon Ferguson's Welcoming Beginner's Mind is an exploration of the oxherding pictures with wise exercises, for which I am deeply grateful." -- Charles Johnson, author of Oxherding Tale and Middle Passage "Gaylon Ferguson has harvested a lifetime of deep study, disciplined contemplative practice, and internationally acclaimed teachings to present us with a magnificent tree of Buddhist wisdom. With Chinese Ch'an and Taoism, Japanese Zen, and Tibetan Tantra providing its deep roots and sturdy trunk, this tree also branches out in diverse directions, bearing fragrant blossoms from a rainbow of world cultures and ethnicities. At the heart of Welcoming Beginner's Mind lies a deceptively simple three-minute exercise that, Gaylon insists, is not meditation, but paradoxically tells us is 'the secret key to meditation.' This welcoming practice gently invites us into a state of 'basic innocence.' Whatever arises in our moment-to-moment experience--sense perceptions, thoughts, feelings, and body sensations--is welcomed and accepted just as it is. Running like a leitmotif through the book's cogent expositions of key concepts, illuminating metaphors and quotations, humorous asides, and much more, this essential practice of welcoming brings us back again and again to an experience of non-doing: No technique, no goal, no right and wrong. Just being.By allowing all phenomena (a Greek word meaning simply 'that which appears') into the light of awareness and by heeding the author's patient, warm, and expert guidance, we are empowered to traverse the experiential stages of a path to the realization of our deepest, most authentic human nature. I have been a Buddhist meditator for more than fifty years, and this book has helped me immensely." -- David I. Rome, author of Your Body Knows the Answer and editor of Timely Rain: Selected Poetry of Chögyam Trungpa "In Welcoming Beginner's Mind, Gaylon Ferguson points out that when we resist or shut out parts of our lives, we add to the busyness of them. It works against the practice of non-doing many of us aspire to. Instead, Ferguson suggests a Welcoming Exercise in which life is engaged but not by way of our ideas, goals, and tasks. Using the ancient tale of the oxherding story, he moves us from an intellectual practice to one of discovery. What is it that makes us steer or push the ox? Ultimately this work is a lesson in freedom." -- Zenju Earthlyn Manuel, Zen priest and author of Opening to Darkness, Shamanic Bones of Zen, Deepest Peace, and The Way of Tenderness "After a long, often painful search, Siddhartha Gautama had a series of insights that came to be called 'enlightenment, ' just as he came to be called the Buddha. He taught these insights and demonstrated them in the conduct of his life every day for forty-five years. His students and companions did the same. Because people found this helpful and true, it has continued into the present--having insights and trying to live them--developing through centuries into local, regional, and national styles. So many teachings! So many traditions! Comments upon commentaries. No one navigates this better than Gaylon Ferguson, who pilots readers back to the origin and shows each of us how to get there. Many bows to this skillful teacher!" -- Tensho David Schneider, author of Street Zen and Crowded by Beauty and coeditor of Essential Zen "Gaylon Ferguson's new book is an inviting and rich discussion of the Buddhist path, structured around the traditional series of Zen oxherding pictures. Ferguson distills mindfulness practice to its essence--welcoming and noticing--and by means of simple contemplative exercises gently guides the reader to join him in discovering within the heart the footprints of the Buddha." -- Judith L. Lief, editor of The Profound Treasury of the Ocean of Dharma volumes and author of Making Friends with Death "This insightful and kindhearted book is an important contribution to the development of American Buddhism. Gaylon Ferguson gives much-needed advice for non-doing, non-meditating, and non-becoming. We are invited to see the spiritual journey not as a project of breakthrough and self-improvement but as the manifestation of an ever-deepening process of welcoming immediate, bodyful experience." -- Zenki Christian Dillo Roshi, resident teacher at Boulder Zen Center and author of The Path of Aliveness "A generous offering of rich reflection and easeful practice, this book invites us to enter into intimate exchange and to inhabit the spacious meadow that is the direct experience of our true nature." -- Lion's Roar "The commentaries in Welcoming Beginner's Mind can help us befriend our own innate wisdom." -- Polly Young-Eisendrath Publisher Marketing: This nuanced commentary on the famous Zen oxherding pictures explores the paradox of welcoming our true nature anew at each stage of spiritual unfolding. Renowned for centuries, the classic Zen oxherding pictures vividly illustrate the stages of the spiritual journey--from seeking and finding to ultimately forgetting the illusory self and awakening to our true nature. In his commentary on these images, Gaylon Ferguson guides us on an experiential path into these seeming contradictions through welcoming--the simple, challenging, and always new possibility of opening to exactly what's occurring in our experience. Distinct from meditation and mindfulness, this contemplative exercise leads us beyond spiritual bypassing (using spiritual practices to repress or avoid parts of ourselves) and spiritual materialism (practicing with a heavy sense of ego). Rich with teachings from the great Zen teacher and author of Zen Mind, Beginner's Mind Shunryu Suzuki Roshi, as well as extensive commentary from Tibetan meditation master Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche and others who have illuminated the oxherding pictures, this book invites you into a process of spiritual maturation that never occurs elsewhere than here or other than now. Featuring a foreword by David Chadwick, author of Crooked Cucumber: The Life and Zen Teaching of Shunryu Suzuki.