#that's most of what i have for now that surrounds guidelines

[the-feral-one]

Peseta sat at thier desk looking over what they had wrote for what they guessed would be the last time. They let out a sigh as they readied themselves, before turning on the device's camera.

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I wanna put out some guidelines for the Wo and Oki wedding event!

The event is most likely gonna be from the 2nd of December to the 1st of January, with the wedding ceremony itself being done at around the middle of the month(either the 16th or the 17th).

I'm planning an art collab for that part of the event too.

The tag for the event is 'WokiWedding'.

Dont worry about your characters showing up after it starts. As long as they wear something purple, it's all good.

Interactions and RPs are encouraged! It is a party, after all!

Even though it is a festival in Kitakami, neither masks or human forms are required.

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"...and the last one is to keep things civil. Any hostility shall be seen to and handled by Wo."

They squinted as they looked a little closer to the screen.

"Oh, and to have fun too. That's a big requirement, I should think!"

They sat back and looked relieved. After a few seconds, they pushed their chair back and stood.

"We all hope to see you there! Now, if anyone wants a last-minute invite, I shall bug Chester as I go to get my wedding attire."

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Another thing to add is that for those joining the event to go easy on me, as this is gonna be my first time hosting one!

[leeechin]

(ꗃ) dangling charms [nerd sunghoon] ! (mdni)

⋆ in which you test the limits of the cute quiet dork that sat nearby you and your friend during lunch. but what you didn't expect, was to see a whole new side of this quiet dork, in his bed.

⌗ warnings & content: college au! sunghoon and jay are such losers in this oh my god. but i love it. nerd!sunghoon x fem!reader, backshots hehehe, protected sex (cheering) bigdick!hoon, oral (m.rec), fingering, praise, dom!hoon, etc. a lot of kaomojis when reader texts hoon, deal with it lol. early 2010s kind of au as well.

(lee's note: on that nerd sunghoon agenda :p i skimmed through this, not throughly proofread so lmk if you see any errors :D hope u guys enjoy i'm nerv abt this one.) reqs r open don't be afraid !! just read my guidelines first :3

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"i love you y/n, but i don't think it is genuinely possible to even get him within the same vicinity of you that is not on campus.." gaeul comments, taking a sip of her drink.

you sigh in response, not bothering to hide the fact that you're eyeing park sunghoon, the cute quiet nerd you sat a couple seats away in your econ class. also, a couple tables away where you and gaeul were sitting at in the campus' dining hall. "what if i just asked him to tutor me—? it would benefit me and get me close to him."

"do you realize how crazy you sound right now?!" gaeul chokes, voice a little too loud causing the surrounding tables by the two of you to give a look.

"then i'm insane because i'm gonna ask him to tutor me right now—!" you exclaim, grabbing a piece of gum from the pack that was on the table, unwrapping the foil and popping it into your mouth. gaeul hypes you up, giving you a small applause in which you both giggle.

approaching his table, you felt a nervous tinge in your chest, choosing to ignore that feeling, you strut with confidence, stopping until you're standing directly in front of sunghoon. he looks up with an eyebrow raised, shutting off his laptop that he was doing an assignment on. "can i help you—?" loud smacks of you chewing the gum obnoxiously filled the awkward silence between the two of you, but you smile at him. "park sunghoon right?"

he nods, face still filled with confusion as to why such a pretty girl is at the table he occupied by himself on most days. "you have the best marks in our econ class.. and i was wondering if you could help me revise this paper i failed in that class.." you sheepishly asked, hand scratching the side of your head as you await a response.

"sure i can." sunghoon's response is short and quick, tapping his ipod that was connected with his wired headphones on his lap, waiting for you to say something. "great—! you should write your contact information for me down!" you beam. pulling out of your arm bag a mini notepad and pen, handing it to sunghoon. he takes a quick look at the character charm that dangled on a beaded string on your pen, laughing to himself in his head at how cute and amusing you were. carefully examining what he wrote before handing it back to you, sunghoon gives a small smile in return as well.

you thank sunghoon and practically skip back to your table, gaeul looking in shock as you hold up the once empty page of your notepad, filled with his contact info.

sunghoon's enjoying a peaceful dinner with his roommate when he hears a ding! from his phone. "this is the first time i've ever heard your phone during dinner." jongseong comments, stuffing his mouth full of instant ramen. "it's probably a scam or—" sunghoon remembers you asking him to tutor you. he scrambles to grab his phone, flipping it open to read your message.

"surely a scammer alright." jongseong sarcastically retorts. "shut up jay!" sunghoon yells flustered, reading the strings of messages you left to him.

(xxx) (xxx) (xxxx):

heyyyy :p it's y/n :3

turned out the deadline professor jung gave me to revise this paper in a few days (¬_¬)

soooo i was wondering if we could meet up in a couple hours ^_^ or we could do tmr cuz it’s a weekend and ur probably free ♪( ´θ｀)ノ

—

you weren't wrong.. but ouch that kinda gave sunghoon a realization that he really doesn't do anything besides studying 24/7 and being a dork with jongseong.

"no way.. you're texting a girl—!" jongseong gapes, peeking over sunghoon shoulder's to read his inbox.

"god we really are such womanless losers." sunghoon shakes his head, clicking his keyboard to respond to you.

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(:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) your pov ⋆ ࣪.

[hoonie ! ٩( ᐛ )و_^]

Hello Y/n

Yes. I could meet with you in a couple of hours

Your place or mine?

[you]

my roommates have company over (-.-;)y-~~~

is ur place okay ?? :D

[hoonie ! ٩( ᐛ )و_^]

Yeah, that's fine with me

My roommate is home too, but don't worry, Jongseong is very quiet

My address is: ________ 8:00 just to confirm with you.

[you]

yayyyyy ok (^｡^) c u in a couple !

thx hoonie once again !! i rlly owe u 4 this (*´∀｀*)

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you're kicking your feet up and down after confirming your plans with sunghoon, flipping your phone shut. you call for gaeul outside of the hall to tell her the news and to help you pick a outfit.. hopefully not overdoing it.

touching up your lipgloss and twirling yourself in front of your mirror to finalize your look, you're more than ready.

"don't get him too flustered y/n.. he's probably never felt the touch of a woman." gaeul warns, handing you your keys. oh how gaeul was so wrong about sunghoon..

you knock on sunghoon's door, swinging open to meet eyes with his roommate, jongseong. he stares at you in disbelief not thinking that the plans in sunghoon's inbox would actually happen. "hi! i'm y/n, is sunghoon here—?"

"no fucking way." jongseong comments, completely ignoring your question. his eyes are opened wide like saucers and all you could do it at the door step is fiddle with the bottom hem of your short pink skirt and wait.

"is she already here jay— oh. hello y/n." sunghoon sees you up close, once again. he kind of already knew you were on the way when he heard the dangling charms on your arm bag down the hall as you took your steps closer to his front door. and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't attracted to you. "hi hoonie—!" you smile over at the door frame, looking over jongseong's shoulder. god that new nickname made him want to drop at his knees.

"s—sorry! i should've let you in since i've opened the door—!" jongseong stutters. you throw your manicured hand out, brushing it off. "oh it's okay jay. do you guys have any drinks—? not alcoholic or anything." you self invite yourself to open their fridge that was in the kitchen right by their entry. "um y/n." sunghoon mumbles, "hmm—?"

"please take off your shoes.." right. feeling slightly embarrassed, you say a quick apology and kick off your shoes, leaving them on the shoe mat. "don't worry about it." sunghoon reassured. walking back into the kitchen, you examine their fridge, wow. they really had a lot of choices, and a lot of food from packaged from the local convenience store. but enough of that, you settle with a strawberry milk cart and shut the fridge door.

"sooooo where are we gonna study—?" you turn to sunghoon, sipping your drink and awaiting a response. "in my room.. jay is playing a very important match of star craft in the the living room." sheepishly rubbing his head and gesturing to jay sitting on the couch, that had his eyes glued to the tv monitor as he started the game.

"okay-!" you say, following sunghoon into his room. you notice the lack of decorations, only a couple of figurines on his shelves, mainly filled with textbooks. "you sure do have a lot of dangling charms." sunghoon comments, scanning your arm bag and your phone charm.

"is it a problem—?" your eyebrows raises, eyes following sunghoon direction to your bag. "no no no! not at all, it was just an observation—!" quick to deny with no doubt.

you grin, only seeing how long it would until sunghoon gives in to your charm.

"so for this problem you can—" you interrupt sunghoon, "can we take a break?" he blinks in response, "sorry hoon i interrupted you—" "don't worry y/n. and yeah, we can take a break." your lips stretch into a little grin, getting up from where you and sunghoon were both sitting on the end of his bed, littered with papers and textbooks.

you go to his desk where you left your bag, bending over to grab a a container of green grapes. you purposely take a long time searching your bag and giving sunghoon the view of a lifetime; your mini skirt showing your little lace panties that hugged your chubby folds. sunghoon bits his lips to suppress a groan, feeling his erection growing.

sunghoon grabs a pillow to place over his lap, in hopes of his bulge would go down. you smirk to yourself, knowing that sunghoon has had more than enough time to see what was under your miniskirt. "want a grape hoonie—?" you offer, plopping yourself beside sunghoon on the end of his bed again. sunghoon nods his head.

holding out your container for him, sunghoon grabs a small handful of grapes, the both of you guys eating in silence. and you don't know what possessed you, but after the container was emptied, you lifted the pillow that was on his lap. and there behold; his boner.

he scrambles to grab the pillow again, but you grab at his wrist with your smaller hand. god did you just the veins and how thick his digits were. "y/n i'm sorry i—" sunghoon panics to find a choice of words, lucky for him, you interrupt. "you're rock hard hoonie.. because of me?"

"mmph. fuck. yeah." sunghoon groans, seeing you climb over his lap and straddle him. "let me take care of your little problem down there for you hoonie.." you offer.

"oh my god hoonie—! right there!" you moan, body perched against his bigger frame as he's stuffed two fingers deep in your sopping cunt, your panties being hooked to the side. "clenching around my fingers so tight, fuck. i knew this was planned from the start." he grunts in response, scissoring and twisting his digits.

it was so messy. you were a crying, sobbing, mess from the pleasure of sunghoon's digits hitting you so deep, reaching places you could never with your measly little hands. and never did you expect this from sunghoon..

you expected sunghoon to be a nervous, stuttering mess, but instead he was calm and collected, the one that was in control and power of letting you cum.

sunghoon's free hand was under your low-cut baby tee, grasping at your juicy tits that spilled out of your bra, taking his hand out from underneath your shirt and tugging it off and over your head, effortlessly unhooking your bra alongside it. fat tears rolling down your cheeks, smudging your eye makeup as you feel sunghoon speed the pace of his fingers, making you see stars and have you completely ruined at his mercy. breath hitching when you feel the coil in your stomach about to snap.

"just hold it out a bit longer for me, okay—?" he coos at you, tucking the strands of hair that draped over your eyes behind your ears. "hoonie please! s' so good." you babble, hands tugging at the collar of his shirt. you stretched it out so much that his collarbone showed.

a bead of sweat trickles down your forehead when sunghoon grants you permission to let go, spongy walls spasming around his digits as you crash forward and land your face against his chest. "that's it. did so well for me." sunghoon hums in satisfaction, licking your sweet release off his fingers and rubbing the side of your hips affectionately, pulling your panties back in place. you frown at sunghoon, hoping he wasn't done.

"i still haven't taken care of your problem down there.."

shuffling off his lap on the bed, you scramble and drop down to your knees; heels of your feet hitting against the plush skin of your ass. eyes looking up to sunghoon, awaiting. "shiiit, you're so pretty." he groans, seating himself up and off the edge of his bed.

looking down at you with your begging eyes that were inviting him to ruin you. and boy were you going to have such a story for gaeul when you get back home. "hoonie.. fuck my mouth?" you ask, hand reaching down to rub at your neglected clit. and who was he to refuse you, especially when you said please. pulling down his sweatpants along with his boxers, sunghoon is much much bigger than what you initially expected.

"oh…" your jaw almost dropping, but you contain yourself to just gulping nervously. "not big enough for you—?" he teases, hand coming down to grasp his length and pump himself as he waits for you put your mouth on him. "no.. you're too fucking big hoon. you're gonna destroy me." you rasp out, watching him take his hand off himself and replacing it with your own, making sunghoon hiss at the contact. he chuckles at your response, "we'll make it fit, don't worry— fuck—!" he moans, breath hitching when you try to take as much of his inches into your mouth, choking at about halfway. you look up, pleading for him to help you out. and so he did. hand grabbing at a chunk of your hair to create a makeshift ponytail and push his hips forward with a few experimental thrusts.

you didn't show him any signs of stopping, so sunghoon continued. he lets out a long groan feeling his tip his the back of your throat, along with the sensations of your harsh sucks. you moan around his thickness at the slight of his thick framed glasses fogging up with his heavy pants. your hands that were placed on on his thighs tapping twice to let you breathe in which he immediately pulled off of you. sunghoon holds his hand out for you grab and pull you up, wiping the saliva that was dribbling down the sides of your lips. "okay—?"

"s' okay." you giggled reassuringly, sunghoon smiles and places a kiss on your lips, and you could taste yourself from your previous orgasm from earlier against him. "think you can handle more..?" sunghoon asks with an eyebrow raised. "yeah. i want you to fuck me." you shrug, pushing him backwards so that he sat on his bed, initiating that you were gonna ride him, but no no no.

sunghoon manhandles you until your flat on your stomach. flipping your already hiked skirt up, not making much of a difference, kneading at the soft flesh of your pantie clad ass as you arch your back, wiggling yourself back at him for more. "so wet for me jesus." he grunts, pulling your now ruined paired down and over your ankles, tossing it somewhere in his room. he pulls his own shirt over his head and you oogle at his toned body, sunghoon laughs at your expression.

"only for you hoon. please. wanna feel your big dick inside me pleasepleaseplease." you beg, pushing your ass back to him in hopes he wouldn't make you wait any longer. sunghoon didn't, you look over your shoulder to see him reach over his nightstand to grab a condom, taking it out of the wrapper and placing it over him, giving a few experimental tugs before aligning the tip with your entrance. breath ragging as you feel him push in slowly, sunghoon groans alongside with your heavy breaths, the feeling of your walls gripping him so tightly.

if this was what heaven was like, sunghoon wouldn’t ever want to leave that place.

pulling out until only his tip was left in you and plunging forward again, sunghoon finds a pace that has you screaming his name like your life depended on it. "ngh—! hoonie harder—!" you shriek, making sunghoon remember that jongseong was still in the apartment and could probably hear what the two of you have been doing. pushing your head into his pillows, he grunts, speeding up the pace of his thrusts that made pleasure seep throughout your whole body.

"god y/n. your pussy feels so fucking good." sunghoon whispers, the room filling with nothing but the slapping sounds of his hips clashing against your ass. you moan into the pillow sheets, gripping his length like a vice and sunghoon wonders if he could ever feel you around him one day without a condom in the way. his hands grip your hips so hard that you know would leave a mark.

"gonna cum hoon. i need to cum hoonie please." you whimper as you lift your head up from his pillows, sunghoon groans again, his deep strokes hitting every right spot in your body. "let go for me y/n." he says, your body gives out, your whole upper half crashing against the soft material of his mattress as you coat his condom covered dick in your creamy white substance. sunghoon stills his movements, finishing inside the condom before pulling out. taking it off of him and twisting it before tossing it in the mini trash can by his bed.

putting his boxers back on and laying himself beside you. pulling you into an embrace as he put his tshirt over your body. the room is no longer filled with a sexual atmosphere, a piercing silence filling the air.

"we didn't fully revise your paper.." sunghoon speaks up, your head resting against his panting chest. you let out a loud laugh, playfully swatting at his shoulder, "god hoon! you just fucked the living life out of me and your already all books and brains again!" "sorry sorry." he chuckles.

"mm it's okay we can revise it tomorrow." you murmur. "after you let me take you out on a date—?" you nod and place a kiss on his lips in agreement.

"you know sunghoon.. i really didn't expect you'd have it in you.." you whisper, eyes half lidded. "what? you thought i was a whimpering virgin who's never felt the touch of a woman—?"

"that's exactly what i thought."

[atzaurora]

[˗ˏˋ ´ˎ˗] 𝒢𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒲𝒉𝒐?.﹙에이티즈﹚(2.8k)

𖥔 afab!reader X bf!ot8!ateez ; dating (gf x 8 bfs) ⸼જ A blindfolded guessing game with your boyfriends tests your senses and you're only allowed to come if you guess who's inside you... ➤ imagine (smut) .ᐟ.ᐟ 18+/smut content, MDNI!!!, group sex/multiple partners, unprotected sex, power dynamics/dominance, m & f receiving, slight dirty talk, sensory play (blindfold, guessing game) .ᐟ.ᐟ

꒰🖇꒱ I read a skz ff on wattpad w smth similar like this sooo I wrote this hehe :)) enjoyyy

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Your heart raced as you felt the soft velvet fabric slip over your eyes. The sudden darkness was disorienting, but you knew what was to come and the thrill of it all sent a shiver down your spine. You had agreed to this little game, a wild idea that had been floating around in you guy's group chat for weeks now. But it was only tonight that you had finally gathered the nerve to play along. ── ࣪˖ MORE BELOW

The room was quiet, the only sound the gentle rustling of clothes as they positioned themselves around you. You took a deep breath, your chest rising and falling as you tried to calm your nerves. You knew each of your boyfriends by their unique scent, their touch and the way they moved. But would you be able to guess correctly who was fucking you with only these senses to rely on?

The mattress dipped slightly as the first of them climbed onto the bed. His body was warm and you could feel his breath on your neck as he leaned in close. His fingers traced the curve of your shoulder, sending a rush of excitement through your body. You swallowed hard, trying to remember who had that particular scent of mint and leather. Was it Hongjoong? Or was it Seonghwa's gentle touch you felt?

A soft chuckle echoed in your ear and you felt his hand drift lower, caressing the side of your breast. It was definitely a tease and you couldn't help but arch into his touch. "Ready to play?" he murmured and you nodded, your voice a barely audible whisper. The game was on and you were already losing yourself in the anticipation.

The sound of a zipper being pulled down was your next clue. You recognized the faint metallic sound as Yunho's, and your mouth went dry. He had always been the most assertive in bed, taking what he wanted without asking. You felt his cock pressing against your thigh, a silent question that you eagerly answered by spreading your legs.

With surprising gentleness, he slid into you. You gasped, the sensation of fullness making your toes curl. He began to move, setting a slow, torturous pace that had you biting your lip to stifle a moan. You knew the rules – guess correctly or you don't get to come. You took a deep breath, focusing on the feel of him inside you. The way he filled you up, the way his body fit against yours... Yes, it was definitely Yunho.

As you felt yourself getting closer, you whispered his name, hoping it was the right guess. He paused for a moment, his body still, and then a low growl rumbled from his chest. "Very good," he said, his voice thick with desire. He resumed his rhythm, picking up the pace. Your breathing grew ragged and your body began to tighten around him.

The tension in the room was palpable as you reached for your climax. You could feel the heat of the others surrounding you, their eyes on you as you writhed beneath Yunho. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your neck. "Come for me," he urged, his hips pumping faster. And with a final guessed whisper of his name, you shattered, your orgasm washing over you like a wave.

Yunho slowed down his thrusts before pulling out of you completely. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips before backing off again to let the next one have his turn. You wondered who would be next and what unique sensations they would bring to this erotic game of guess who. Each member had their own way of making you scream and you were eager to experience them all. The blindfold was a thrilling mystery, heightening every touch, every sensation.

The mattress shifted again, and you felt a new presence beside you. This time, the scent of citrus and the softness of the touch on your skin told you it was Yeosang. His kisses were feather-light as he trailed them down your neck to your collarbone, his hands exploring the curves of your body with a gentle curiosity. His touch was so different from Yunho's that you couldn't help but whimper with anticipation.

The tip of his cock brushed against your entrance, and you felt him hesitate for a moment, giving you time to guess. You took a deep breath and the scent of his hair gel filled your nostrils. "Yeosang," you murmured, feeling his smile against your skin. He didn't say anything, but the way his hands tightened on your hips told you that you had guessed correctly again. He pushed in, filling you up with a smooth, steady motion that was in stark contrast to Yunho's urgent claiming.

As Yeosang moved inside of you, you felt the others shifting restlessly around the bed. They were all watching, listening to your every moan, their own desire building with each passing second. The game had taken on a life of its own, and the stakes were higher than ever. You focused on Yeosang, his tender touches and the way his cock stroked you so sweetly. It was driving you wild, but you didn't want it to end. You clenched around him, trying to draw out the moment.

But Yeosang had other plans. He began to move faster, his kisses turning into nips and his fingers digging into your skin. The tension grew, the air thick with the scent of sex and desire. You knew you were close again, and the pressure was on. You panted, the words barely coherent as you struggled to guess. The room was silent except for the slap of skin against skin, and you felt a hand cover your mouth, muffling your cries.

"Guess," a voice whispered from beside you and you realized it was San, his breath warm against your ear. You nodded frantically, trying to hold onto the sensations, the feel of Yeosang's cock hitting just the right spot. "Yeosang," you gasped out, hoping you were right. And you were. He rewarded you by sliding his thumb over your clit, adding sensation to his thrusts. Your orgasm hit like a thunderclap, your body arching off the bed as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through you. Yeosang groaned, his rhythm faltering as he reached his peak with you.

As you lay there, panting and trembling, you felt the blindfold being removed. You blinked in the sudden brightness, looking around at the eight pairs of eyes watching you with a mix of lust and admiration. "Ready for round three?" Wooyoung's grin was wicked, and you couldn't help but smile back, already craving the next round of this addictive game.

He took a moment to look at your face, the way he always did when you looked so fucked out. His lips pressed against yours for a short moment before he held the blindfold up again. "You got two of us correct already, let's see how much more you know." he whispered and slid the blindfold on again.

This time, the scent was faintly sweet, like fresh berries and something musky underneath. Mingi, you realized, your heart racing as you felt his hands trace down your body, his calloused fingers sending sparks of pleasure everywhere they went. He was always so attentive, making sure you were always ready before he took you. The mattress shifted as he climbed over you and you could feel his hardness pressing against your stomach.

The tip of his cock brushed against your wetness, and you felt your body tense up, ready for the next round. He didn't waste any time, pushing into you with a slow, deliberate motion that had you gasping. Mingi was always so in sync with your body, reading you like an open book and this time was no different. He knew exactly how to make you feel alive, how to make you crave more of him.

You felt him lean down, his breath tickling your ear. "Who's fucking you now, angel? Tell me." he murmured, his voice a dark rumble that sent shivers down your spine. You took a deep breath, focusing on the way he filled you, the way his cock hit deep inside you. "Mingi," you moaned and he signaled you were right by swirling his hips, hitting that spot that made you see stars.

With every thrust, the anticipation grew, the pressure building until it was almost unbearable. The sounds of the others shifting and whispering grew louder, their own need for release palpable in the air. But Mingi was relentless, his strokes deep and measured, driving you closer and closer to the edge. "Come for me, doll," he murmured, and you couldn't resist the command.

Your body tightened around him, and you screamed out his name as the orgasm washed over you, waves of pleasure crashing through your body. He didn't stop, though, his movements only becoming more erratic as he chased his own climax. And then, with a final, desperate thrust, he came inside you, his warmth filling you up.

The room was still for a moment before the next set of hands touched you. This time, they were smaller, more nimble. It had to be Jongho. The smell of his sweat and the sound of his panted breaths were unmistakable. The blindfold was left on and you felt a thrill of excitement as he positioned himself between your legs, his cock nudging at your entrance, collecting your previous cum.

You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself, trying to ignore the way your body was already responding to his touch. He was gentle at first, his strokes shallow and tender, but you knew he had a wild side too. You felt yourself getting closer, the tension building again.

"Guess who I am, baby," he teased, his voice strained with his own need. You could feel the tension in his body, the way he was holding back. You knew him so well, knew how much he enjoyed making you beg. You took a deep breath, focusing on the way he felt, the way his body felt against yours. "Jongho," you whispered, and he groaned, his grip on your hips tightening.

He picked up the pace, his thrusts growing more demanding as he claimed you. You could feel every inch of him, the way he stretched you, the way he filled you up completely. And as you felt yourself getting closer, he whispered in your ear, "You're such a good girl," his voice hoarse with passion.

You didn't need anything else to drive you over the edge. You let go, your orgasm tearing through you, making you cry out. Jongho followed, his body shuddering as he emptied himself inside you. He placed a kiss onto your neck before pulling out, making your mixed cum drip out of your used cunt. And then, the mattress shifted again and you knew it was time for the next round.

The air was thick with the scent of sex, the room a cacophony of heavy breathing and the sound of skin slapping against skin. You felt a new urgency in the way he touched you, his hands more insistent, his kisses more demanding. You had no idea who was next, but you didn't care. You were lost in the sensation, the thrill of the game, the feeling of being wanted by all of them.

As the next cock slid into you, you felt a thrill of excitement. This one was different, slightly thicker than the others, and the way he was pumping into you was with a certain finesse that only one of them had. You took a deep breath, trying to place the scent that was now filling your nostrils. It was faint, but you caught a whiff of something spicy – it had to be San. His touch was firm but gentle, his cock stretching you just enough to make you squirm with pleasure.

You felt his hands on your hips, guiding you into his rhythm, his breath hot on your neck as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. San was always the one who knew how to get you going, his dirty talk a perfect blend of filthy and tender. You felt your walls tighten around him as you guessed, "San?" He chuckled and bit down on your earlobe, his hips never stopping their steady rhythm. "That's right, it's me, sweetheart," he mumbled, not stopping his thrusts for one second.

The room was alive with the sound of your moans and the rustling of the sheets. The other members were no longer silent spectators, their own breaths heavy and their own need evident in the air. You could feel the bed shifting as they jerked themselves off, watching you being fucked by their friend. It was a heady feeling, knowing you had them all on the edge, waiting for their turn.

But the game wasn't over yet. As San brought you to the brink of ecstasy, you felt the mattress shift again. He pulled out and the next set of hands were on you immediately, their scent a mix of sweat and something faintly mint – it was Hongjoong. His touch was firm, almost commanding, his cock sliding into you without hesitation. You gasped, the sudden change in sensation catching you off guard.

Hongjoong was always the leader, the one who knew exactly what he wanted and how to get it. His strokes were deep and powerful, hitting that spot inside you that only he knew how to find. You tried to guess who it was, your breath hitching as you felt the beginnings of another orgasm. "It's Hongjoong. Am I right?," you begged, desperate for the release.

There was no response, just the sound of his hips slapping against yours, his breathing growing more ragged. You felt him swell inside you, his grip tightening. And just as you were about to guess again, he spoke, his voice low and commanding. "Yes, princess. You're going to come for me, and only me." And with that, he began to pound into you, each thrust sending you closer to the edge.

You threw your head back, your body writhing underneath him. You could feel the others watching, their desire feeding into yours. And then, just as you thought you couldn't take it anymore, you felt yourself come apart. You screamed his name, your body spasming around his cock as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. He didn't stop until you were a trembling mess, until he had taken everything you had to give.

As he pulled out, you felt the wetness between your legs, the evidence of your pleasure mixing with theirs. The blindfold was removed and you looked around, your vision blurry with lust. They were all there, their eyes dark with desire, their cocks hard and demanding. You knew the night was far from over, and you were ready for whatever they had in store for you next.

The next round was a blur of sensations – the feel of Seonghwa's soft lips on your breasts as he took his turn. Sucking and licking on your nipples until they were plump and hard. It didn't take long to guess and you were quick to let him know that you knew exactly who was inside you.

You felt his body tense, his strokes growing more deliberate as he drove you closer and closer to the edge. You could almost feel the others' anticipation, their eyes on you as you moaned out Seonghwa's name. And when you did, when you finally let yourself come around him, he whispered a sweet nothing in your ear, a promise of more to come.

But it was when Wooyoung took over that the game reached a new level. He was always the wildcard, the one who liked to surprise you. You felt his tongue trace a wet line down your body, pausing to taste each drop of cum from the previous rounds. His touch was light, teasing, until it wasn't anymore.

"Final round, doll. Guess who I am," he said with a smirk in his voice, while he slammed into you, filling you up to the brim. You gasped, the sudden sensation making your body jolt. You managed to guess through clenched teeth, already knowing the answer. "Wooyoung," you moaned and he chuckled darkly, his hips moving in a punishing rhythm that had you begging for more.

He let you come as soon as he felt you clenching around him, filling you up soon after, his load shooting into you before he pulled out of you. He took off your blindfold, smiling down at you softly. "You did it. You guessed all of us right, baby," he praised and you couldn't help but chuckle at how insane this game was.

[theealbatross]

kiss me (s.s.)

Plot | You fought, kissed, and made up. But it could never be that easy.

or, Sebastian took two steps forward and three steps back.

Tags | insecurities, social pressures, obsessive tendencies, slytherin!reader, dark!seb and reader if you squint, but not really, underage drinking (theyre all 16-18 in this), they're just crazy about each other and can't tell anyone, kissing (duh) nothing too PG, happy ending?, read 4k words and figure it out, if the end made you scream say 'aye'

[ 6th Year ]

“Spin that fucking bottle!”

If you had known what absolute monstrosity you would create when you introduced muggle sleepover games to your housemates you would’ve gone to bed early.

But now, you were surrounded by drunk, nosy, Slytherins that were dead-set on exposing each other’s most embarrassing secrets. No one was safe.

“Imelda!” Everyone cheered, Grace quickly hooked her arms around the other girl’s neck when she tried to escape.

The party had long since been over, most of the students from other houses had already retired to their own rooms but those who had friends in Slytherin (like Poppy and Natty) or were too drunk to journey back to the spiraling staircases of their houses safely (like Everett and Samantha) decided to sober up for a while in the Quidditch Grand Champion’s common room.

“Are you actually as mean as you pretend to be or do you just not know how to make friends,” Natty slurred, pointing and wagging a finger at her.

If she was in a better constitution, she would’ve been able to brush off that accusation easily and with confidence but a dozen of improved (thanks Garreth) Firewhiskey shots later and the ever-guarded Imelda flushed in embarrassment to the surprise of everyone. The small circle burst out laughing, Imelda pushed Grace away in annoyance.

“It’s okay, ‘melda. We love you as you are!” Poppy was definitely still hammered.

“Next, next, next!”

The bottle spun and spun but your eyes were at the boy who had just returned from tucking Ominis in their shared dorm. You smiled up at him as he sat in the reserved space available just for him right beside you. “Omi?” you mouthed.

He squeezed your hands, silently letting you know your lightweight friend was now safely tucked in his own bed and ready to welcome the worst hangover he had ever known tomorrow.

“Well, well, well! Our brilliant, beloved, beater!”

It was when you turned your eyes back down on the ground that you saw that the mouth of the bottle was now undoubtedly pointed at Sebastian.

“Mate, I just got here!”

The crowd booed, Sebastian receiving light punches and playful jeers. “It’s the rules, Sallow!”

Everyone looked at you expectantly, the false inventor of such guidelines. You smirked, shrugging, “Rules are rules.”

Sebastian gaped at the betrayal. He gave you a look that lets you know he’ll get you back for this, even secretly poking your waist sharply. You didn’t like the way your housemate’s eyes glinted at the small interaction. Oh no.

“Alright, Alright,” Garreth shushed the crowd with two outstretched hands. “I have the million galleon question! I’m sure everyone will praise my genius for it!”

“Get on with it already!”

The Gryffindor threw a drunken glare at the voice from the back of the common room. “Now, I’m sure our dear Sebastian, despite receiving many letters of admiration and flutters of pretty lashes –”

“Gross,” Imelda grumbled.

“—has yet to officially court someone!” Garreth announced, arms stretched wide like he was a ringmaster about to start his greatest show. Everyone oo-ed and ahh-ed and cheered.

You didn’t like where this was going.

Sebastian, for all the eyes that were on him, managed to maintain the small smile on his cocky face.

It was true. You were not blind to the … physical developments he had undergone the last two years nor to the attention it had garnered him. The boy you had sneaked around Hogwarts with in your fifth year had disappeared and was replaced by a man. An unfairly tall, tanned, attractive man. You damn near walked past him again if he had not pulled you to his side on your first day during your 6th year.

You weren’t ignorant of it, nor were you dumb enough to deny your attraction to your friend.

But you are a lady. And his friend.

His most trusted, beloved friend (his words not yours).

You’d rather not risk your lifelong connection if he won’t. You know how to read between the lines as blurry as it had become. He’s lost too much and you refuse to become another scar in his soul. The both of you have had enough of that to last you till the next lifetime.

“So, my question is,” your eyes widened when you felt two hands on each of your shoulders, in your deep reverie you have failed to notice Garreth sneaking behind your back or that all conniving eyes and raised eyebrows were now on you.

Sebastian smiled.

“Kiss, Marry, Kill.”

[ 7th Year ]

It was by incredible luck that your 7th year of Hogwarts called for the Triwizard tournaments to be held in Hogwarts.

You were prepared to enjoy the event in relative peace. Happy that for once you would be the spectator of all the action instead of being the one in the middle of it.

Life just can’t make it that easy for you.

You did not even realize that Sebastian of all people had thrown his name in as consideration until he had been called and your dreams of a quiet last year in Hogwarts were shot to the depths of hell. It was the first time in a while that you felt true fear, the type that froze all your blood solid.

The fight that followed in the Undercroft was explosive.

“How could you be so reckless, Sebastian?! People die in these games! Why would you do this?!”

Just the thought of it makes your stomach sink. Sebastian will be front and center of this bloody battle of pride that is broadcasted to the entire wizarding world. It was different when it was the two of you jumping through all types of danger – this time you won’t be able to help him. He will be alone.

Yet, when you had expected a valid explanation and a plan out of all this madness he instead looked at you with such anger and vitriol that you physically flinched.

“Because I am sick of being just your friend!” Even Ominis pushed himself off the wall he had been leaning on. Foreseeing a tragedy about to uncontrollably unroll. “I’m constantly surrounded by you two! Ominis Gaunt, the scion of the purest bloodline in the wizarding world, the Heir of Slytherin who could do no wrong! How brilliant!”

He cackled a laugh, he looked like a man at the brink of insanity. How long had he been holding on to these thoughts?

“And you!”

“Sebastian enough –” Ominis tried to cut through his mania but he wasn’t having any of it. Once the words were out, there was no taking them back in. He was cursed – he will have to see it through.

“Famed Hero of Hogwarts,” each word was dripped in poison, the insecurities bubbling inside him caused him to lash out at anyone and everyone who dared question his decision. How could they understand? How would they understand a nobody? “Do you know how tired I am of being in your shadow?”

He felt the sting before he heard it, the slap drowned the Undercroft in silence. Then, the weight of his grave words sunk in. The green haze in his head cleared just to see the boiling tears falling down your distraught face.

What has he –

“Then let me free you of such shadow, Sebastian,” your face crumpled, physically pained by such cruelty from your dearest companion. “You’re on your own this time.”

That had been months ago, aside from the few classes you had together he had not even seen you anywhere else. Not even in the first game when he had sent you an owl begging you for a chance to apologize and dedicating his win to you. The victory over the other contestants tasted bitter when he couldn’t find your face in the celebrating crowd.

And the pit in his chest turned into a black hole when he caught Ominis at the edge of the celebration shaking his head. She didn’t come. He’s lost her.

Ominis refused to help him – not that he deserved any. In retrospect, it was ... silly – the insecurities he had been shamefully hiding. He knew his friends had never seen him short of an equal but it’s difficult to see the good when the entire world is looking down at you with cruel, disapproving eyes when your back is turned. Cruel whispers they made sure only he could hear.

“I thought he’d live somewhere more posh.” “Sallow? Dating her? That’s preposterous he’s an orphan with barely a galleon to his name.” “Why do you think they keep him around?”

It was stupid and irrational and he handled it in the worst possible way. Lashed out at the one person who least deserved it, who went through hell to drag him back out, then benevolently tended to all the wounds and scars in his humanity till he was himself again.

“Let me free you of such shadow, Sebastian.”

He slammed his head on the wall he was leaning on, the heartbreaking image of her distressed face was a nightmare that had chased him awake or asleep.  Sebastian may deserve this but you most definitely didn’t. He never deserved you.

Yet, here he was, sitting on the floor of the Ravenclaw Tower with a wilted bouquet of wildflowers he had picked before breakfast, hoping he could catch her somehow. He ignored the giggles, snickers, and confused questions thrown his way no matter how embarrassed he felt. He wasn’t moving from this spot until he can apologize – the silent treatment was torture worse than Crucio. And he had been hit with one.

At the first sound of the walls transforming, he was already up on his feet, his hands instinctively brushing his hair as if looking presentable would even out his chances of repairing his most treasured friendship.

The door opened and finally, your eyes met his. The tension was something that would choke even the greediest puffskein. Your eyes were wide, unblinking and your lips were pursed in a fine line that communicated how much you loathed being in his presence. He hopes you know that you could never hate him as much as he hated himself at this very moment.

“For you!” It was only when it was being offered to you did he realize how abysmal the dying bouquet he had been carrying in his hands since this morning looked. But it was too late now, she was already here, looking at the flower then back to him and all the lines he had practiced flew out of his head.

Instead, he just fell to his knees, prostrating, tears already threatening to fall down his face. He had never been an honorable man. “Sebastian! Get up!”

“I will do anything you ask me to,” The feel of her touch made his skin tingle. After months of not even catching your eyes or hearing your voice and it was more than worth it to suffer through all this humiliation just for this moment. Even if you may never forgive him at least he could apologize. He’ll have a better last moment with you than your fight. “I’ll win the games. I’ll quit. I’ll drop out of Hogwarts if that’s what you want just, please … forgive me.”

He felt your arms wrap around him but he was too distraught, barely comprehending that you had somehow pulled him back into the room until the two of you fell on the ground and the door of the room slammed shut. Still, he continued sobbing in your arms, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he drenched your neck with his anguished tears. “I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

Sebastian wasn’t playing fair but your forgiveness was a prize he was willing to cheat to earn. There would be no point of honor if he lost you – anyone else but you.

“It wasn’t anything you did. It was me,” he sobbed. “I just – you and Ominis became such incredible people that I realized it was me who had not become anyone. I am a nobody!”

“Sebastian that is just not true –”

“It’s moronic I know! But I just thought … if I could win these games … if I could stop being just myself and be a champion then I can finally earn the spot beside you.”

It was embarrassing to admit all that, the deep insecurities that had festered inside of him the moment he was finally faced with the reality of the world. That he was surround by great people who has and will achieve great things and he was … him. A failure, a murderer, a burden.

“Don’t make me slap you again,” your cold voice woke him up from his self-lashings.

He sniffed, nodding, finally finding the strength and shame to sit up on his knees in front of you. “I … I really am so sorry.”

He pinched his eyes shut, preparing himself for the worst. His nails digging in his palm in an effort to stop it from shaking. However, it took one touch of your palms to break through all his pretenses. “I forgive you.”

He crumbled in relief, jumping into your open arms in a mess of tears, snot, and even more apologies.

“I know, I know,” you shushed him, hands tight even as he soaked your shirt through. “Ominis talked to me and … Sebastian you really are so silly. What do you mean you're a nobody? You're the top student in our year! So much so that all those Ravenclaws have declared you their enemy. You're the greatest beater in our generation that even I have been receiving owls begging me to somehow convince you to play for their team when you graduate! I can't even imagine how many times I would have gotten in trouble or straight-up died if it wasn't for you! I swear you're so fucking daft sometimes!”

He nodded eagerly, taking any jabs you may have if it meant you were talking to him. Even if it was still difficult for him to accept that any of those achievements you dictated could ever surmount to what you had achieved he knew it wasn't smart to try and correct it now when you had just forgiven his transgressions. “Stupid, stupid, boy.”

It was there in that room that your fractured friendship was mended with a bunch of dead flowers and Sebastian’s tears.

To celebrate, you had produced a couple of leftover Hogshead Brew for the two of you to enjoy till you were tipsy enough to forget the past horrible months without each other and were now giggling to each other’s face as if to make up for all the laughs you were owed in the months of silence.

“Lay back down, your eyes are going to be swollen shut.”

He’s been crying so hard for so long that he was too tired to do anything but follow your words, laying at the center of the bed you’ve conjured and sighing at the warm cloth you pressed on his eyes that miraculously stopped the world from spinning.

If he thinks too hard about the shameful faces he had shown you, he fears he’s going to combust, instead he focused on the rake of your nails on his hair, the familiar scent of your perfume he had given to you as a gift for your birthday last year, and the weight of your head as you laid on his stomach while the alcohol coursed through his body.

“You shouldn’t quit.”

He folded the cloth in one eye to take a peek at you. You giggled sweetly, clearly taking the drink harder than him, and gods above did he miss it. His happiness was cut short however when you crawled over the length of his body and instead plopped next to him, your head resting on his outstretched arm.

Physical affection wasn’t new to the two of you – after what you had been through hugs and holding hands were something the two of you found comfort in, a reminder that despite everything, the two of you made it out together – but after a few months without it he was faced with the realization of how unconventionally intimate your friendship truly was.

“Like I said, Ominis explained to me how you’ve been feeling – only another man would ever understand a bruised man’s ego. And if this is what’s going to make you feel better then I will support you till the end.” He turned his head so he can look at your eyes. When you cupped his face he felt his gut curl on itself from adoration. “But make no mistake Sebastian, the two of us have always been equals. We’re kindred spirits, remember?”

Kindred spirits, he thought. He remembers the first time he called the two of you that -- something a little cheeky for the first witch who didn't sneer in disgust at the prospects of his less than favorable past time. The curiosity in your eyes then was one he had seen in his own, even then he had this funny feeling that you were going to get along very well.

If he only knew how right he was, he would've thought he was a prodigy in divination.

A tear once again pebbled at the memory but just as he closed his eyes ready to wipe it away you were already sitting up, throwing the wet cloth and pressing a kiss on the edge of it. Sebastian sucked in a breath, blinking to see you hovering over him now. He’s never seen you this zealous. The passion in your eyes is almost mirroring his own.

It would seem whatever was in that brew had smashed through your inhibitions and his pride as he let you continue peppering kisses all over his face.

“You are very precious to me,” she whispered fondly, her gaze soft, drunk and adoring then it turned dark, an emotion crossed your face that he’d only seen when you had been fighting the meanest of foes. “I’d blow this entire school up before I let any of them think they could take your place in my life.”

Sebastian shuddered, his entire body burning under your gaze.

Leaning over again, you pressed another kiss on his other eyelid. “I won’t allow anyone to take you away from me.”

On his forehead. “And you are not allowed to leave me. I forbid it, Sebastian.”

As pathetic as it was, the words were everything he needed to hear. The possession healing over all his insecurities like a balm.

He has always been a selfish lad. His parents and everything he had ever known were ripped away from him at too early of an age that it made him realize that he needed to protect Anne because she was all he had but even that exploded spectacularly into a tragedy.

And then he met you and finally, finally, he met his person. Someone who was seemingly made just for him. Someone who understood him for all his secrets and flaws and still called him a friend.

However, it would seem that he was cursed of a cruel fate. Because the one person who was supposed to be just his turned out to be the most sought-after witch of their generation with the type of magic that had not been seen in centuries. At first, it didn’t matter, he was confident of his place in your life. But as the two of you grew up, the reality that your position in society were skies apart was when his insecurities began to painfully blossom.

But this … it was nice to be claimed like this. To be able to hear and see the crazed obsession he had only seen in his own reflection be mirrored by the one person he needed it from the most. The whole world can laugh behind his back, it didn’t matter anymore. The most brilliant witch in history is in this bed with him, kissing all his insecurities away and branding him as hers.

He chuckled but was cut short when you pressed a softer kiss just by the edge of his smile. His heart threatened to pound out of his chest, his ears failing to hear anything else but the next words out of your mouth. “Do you understand me, Sebastian?”

It has never been clearer: she is his.

“You are mine.”

With her final words, Sebastian’s brain seems to finally function again. A surge of alcohol and courage caused him to raise his limbs to cup your face, pulling you closer and closer so he could finally do what he had been dreaming about since your first duel.

A kiss. A promise. The final bind that would lock your souls together forevermore.

You gasped, smiling through the kiss before you plopped your entire body on top of his, your body finally getting overwhelmed by the alcohol and all that has happened in the past hours – knocking you straight into a dreamless sleep.

For the first time in a long, long while, he was at peace.

The two of you may never remember this moment but he’ll know it in his soul. In this dim room, surrounded by her scent, and her skin, and her kisses – he has finally found where he belongs and who belonged to him.

He pulled you into him – tighter, closer. It didn’t matter, you were his.

Only his.

“Guess we made up?”

When you woke up Sebastian was already lounging in the ottoman by the end of the bed, casually reading a book while you were crawling towards him with your blanket over your head and suffering through a hangover.

If not for the redness in his eyes you would’ve thought you hallucinated his teary apologies.

He was quick to open up his form, grabbing a decorative pillow for you as you laid down on his lap dramatically. You don’t remember much but you knew enough that the big fight was forgotten and forgiven.

“Guess so, darling,” he chuckled nonchalantly, back to his cool, charming self as if he hadn’t been a crybaby in your arms just yesterday.

‘Darling’? That’s new.

You grinned, letting him pet you. You weren’t complaining, not being friends with Sebastian felt wrong and it was a miracle you stood your ground as hard as you did.

“Aren’t I so gracious, dear?” you teased, poking his stomach to make him flinch. The two of you laughed. “What happened after I popped out that blasted poison from Hogshead?”

When you try to comb through your memories your headache fights back with a vengeance so you had hoped he would supply the blank pages in your mind.

He stared at you for a beat before sighing, looking truly as miffed as you. “I wish I remembered, I’m in the dark as much as you.”

And as much as he knows it was wrong to not try to remember, he also knew he wouldn’t be able to live through the embarrassment of what he might’ve been telling you while he was drunk and emotional again. It was a mistake but he was more than happy to let those blank memories remain blank. What’s important is that you are friends again.

“Let’s focus on the future now, hm? No sense digging through what would definitely be an embarrassing moment for me,” he groaned, pinching your cheeks when you gave him a teasing smile.

You hesitated, biting your lip but then nodded. “If you say so.” It was in the past after all.

Sebastian was glad you let it go. (He will regret this in years to come.)

“Speaking of futures, I had wanted to ask you,” he played with the short strands of your hair, heart full of adoration as he looked down at your face. “Go to the Yule Ball with me? Gotta have a pretty date for this year.”

You dramatically gasped, “The Future Triwizard Champion asking little old me? Also, I was your date last year, scoundrel!”

He burst out laughing, you jumped into his arms, pressing a kiss on his cheeks.

His lips tingled, his head ached as it begged him to remember. But then you flashed him that bright smile and nothing else mattered.

“I would love to.”

The two of you were back to what you had once been. It would just be greedy to ask for more.

Right?

[cocoatonedcurls]

simplified manifestation 101 :))

hii! i thought I would post a beginner's guide to manifestation, for people who are still new to the idea of it/want a thorough, contextualised explanation 🤗

manifestation is not something people necessarily struggle with, however, grasping concepts about it and misconceptions surrounding it can make it a little difficult for those who are just starting out.

if I could simplify manifesting down to a single sentence, it would be:

"If you can believe it, you can have it."

it's really as simple as that, manifesting is all about believing 😇

I don't know if anyone else had this experience, but when I was a kid, around 7-12, I used to manifest without even knowing what it was; I would just believe that I was going to achieve something that was , there was no uncertainty about it, and then, I would! 🤩

(I manifested a spot in a competition abroad when I was 10 🫣)

Over time, as my confidence in myself faded, this occurrence would happen far less frequently which goes to show that its all about your confidence and belief 💥

This is gonna sound like something straight out of mlp 😭 but you just need to believe in urself and the universe will conform to allow everything you want to be yours 🙈

some basic guidelines

* CIRCUMSTANCE DOESN'T MATTER

no, it doesn't matter if you're trying to get an ex back, or win the lottery, or convince your parents (who've been putting it off) to get a dog. manifesting is taking your life into your own hands and controlling it. your life is a movie and you're the director of it.

now, majority of people get into manifesting when they are curious about manifesting SPs, but coincidentally, it is also the concept that people struggle with the most because of the concern of free will or circumstances, but really neither of those two things matter.

* DON'T GET AFFECTED BY THE 3D

the 4D is the dimension that allows you to live the life that you would live while having what you are manifesting. as long as you are aware of what you're manifesting, just visualise yourself living in this reality and feel all the emotions and fulfilment you would while living in that ideal reality, this will allow you to reach the state of having, which I will get onto later in the post

the 3D is the dimension you experience physically, but it does not get to dictate what is yours and what will be yours; that is what the 4D does, it controls the 3D, and lucky for you, you control the 4D!

if you're manifesting an SP and you see that person posting with another person of interest, don't start sulking and feeling sorry for yourself thinking that its over for you, that's shooting yourself in the foot. what you do is you think "that's cool, but they're happier with me", that way you're not getting affected by the 3d and conveying your message to the 4D, which will relay it back to the 3D, and then your 3D will conform to it.

* "EVERYONE IS YOU PUSHED OUT" & LAW OF ASSUMPTION

you see this saying, Everyone is You Pushed Out, a lot in the manifesting community, and it might seem like an intimidating concept but its something that you experience in your day to day life anyways 😦

for example, you know when you've heard something about someone which changes your perception of them, and suddenly their persona suddenly conforms to your changed perception? that's the law of EIYPO in action!

the Law of Assumption is essentially the same concept but in a more general state, like your life as a whole, eg. manifesting a better grade or job or paycheck 💸

however, the way I see it, the results of manifesting are the results of other people's actions. for example, if you're manifesting a better grade, you yourself are the person that your manifestations are affecting, you'll retain information better and apply your knowledge properly in a test; if you're manifesting a job, your manifestations are affecting the person who had the position before to move, and the person who is hiring to be inclined to hire you; and the same concept applies to when manifesting an SP, your manifestations are affecting your SP to have more positively correlated feelings towards you.

so you can use these concepts to help you in your manifestations, particularly in the SP context: if you believe that they are attracted to you, it'll only be a matter of time before they will be.

* THE STATE OF HAVING, NOT DESIRING

considering this is arguably one of the most important aspects of manifesting. it is what brings manifestations to fruition

in simple terms, there are two objective states of being when manifesting:

The state of having

The state of wanting

The state of having is what you experience when you allow yourself to live in the 4D (the 4th dimension, where your goals are reality) and feel the fulfilment that you would feel while living the life you are manifesting. Affirmations like "I am paid incredibly well", "That job is mine", "They are attracted to me" will help you in achieving this mindset. This feeling is your biggest helper when it comes to applying the Law of Assumption/EIYPO in practice! It is you knowing you have what you want and allowing the universe to do the rest for you.

The state of wanting is when you are stuck feeling like you still crave what you are manifesting, not feeling like it is secured in your possession. This can leave you plateaued and doubts can slow down your manifesting. Affirmations like "I will be paid well", "That job will be mine", "They will be attracted to me" pose the question 'WHEN?'

Now don't take this as a, "If I doubt, my manifestation won't come true" because we all have doubts, even the greatest manifesters, but what is important is that your doubts do not stop your state of having being affected. As long as in the 4D you know it is yours, the 3D will conform to make it yours.

Here's a quote that helps me acheive the state of having

"You want it so badly because you already have it in the future"

simplified tutorial :)

many people have the question, "how?"

there isn't any set way, but honestly, the state of having is the essence of manifesting, if you can remain in the state of having, you can achieve your goal.

now that isn't to say that if you're not in that state, thinking about it 24/7, your goal wont manifest, but rather, if in the background of your mind, you have a feeling of knowing it is yours and not panicking about it, it will happen.

if someone asks, "hey, what's your job?" you'd reply with your current job, but in your mind you'd know that your dream job was what you actually worked as. this example highlights the difference between the 3D and the 4D and how not to let your 3D affect your state while still living in the 4D.

techniques like robotic affirmations, visualising and different manifestation methods (3,6,9 method, letter method, etc.) can help you reach the state of having and manifesting. there are so many different techniques you can find!

it really all comes down to how I described manifesting earlier, believing it is achieving it.

hopefully this was helpful for you whether you're completely new to manifesting or you just wanted some clarification and concepts :))

- li 🌘

[unforth]

Shower thoughts about "kids shouldn't be allowed on the internet until (insert arbitrary age here)" and "kids shouldn't even know about sex until (insert arbitrary age here" are adjacent flavors of the same incredibly flawed idea that like...

There are these Big Things that, when we reach a certain age, are likely to be day-to-day relevant in our lives. Even if we don't have sex daily or use the internet daily, these topics come up in our media, our discourse, our news, our surroundings, every single day.

And the "kids shouldn't be using the internet" thing posits a reality where we can keep kids from knowing about it or wanting to use it - when many parents use it daily! - until some arbitrary time when "they're ready" and then suddenly they are allowed to, with all the knowledge and skills and curiosity of being that age, go loose on something they've never learned how to use. Likewise with sex, the ages most people say it's "okay" when they make these arguments are usually teen years, when the AVERAGE age when USAdians lose their virginity is 17. Considering how many people on this website routinely report being virgins in their 20s or 30s, how many kids are fucking at 13 to make the average that low? What do you think happens if their sexual awakenings come at the same time *or before* anyone has given them age appropriate sex ed?

For the internet, I can actually say anecdotally, what happens! Because we got internet at home when I was 12. Issues included me spending ludicrous amounts of money on pay-by-the-hour usage (did you know that in the mid 90s AOL charged by the hour? Now you know.), addictively hanging out in chats and playing muds until 2 am, then attending school daily on 4 hours sleep, fending off countless A/S/L messages from weirdo old dudes, and being solicited for cybersex with strangers! And I had no idea what I was doing! And here again is the overlap of internet and sex!

Anyway. I told myself I'd keep this short but here we are.

Age-appropriate sex-ed, age-appropriate internet usage, age-appropriate [insert thing you think kids shouldn't know anything about at all for some fucking reason] will almost always keep children safer than throwing them in the deep-end when they're older.

[What WHO says about age-appropriate sex ed][related lit review]

[UK National Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children device usage guidelines] [American Psychological Association advice]

Teaching children age-appropriate things about ubiquitous topics is prevention and is the best way to keep them safe. Period. End of story.

[akajustmerry]

Can someone please explain this richonne van lore to me? I can't listen to the podcast you mentioned

oh, I will GLADLY. so season 7 episode 12 of The Walking Dead is called 'Say Yes' and is widely known as the rick and michonne honeymoon episode by cast and fans alike. It aired in 2017.

For context, it's not a literal honeymoon but those are the vibes. it's the first episode dealing with their relationship properly after they first get together in season 6. Rick and Michonne hornily volunteer for a sneaky cheeky supply run to go retrieve supplies surrounded by a herd of Walkers.

Rick and Michonne are horny as fuck so the episode has lots of them kissing and so forth. now, the VAN SCENE™ is them in the back of the van they've been driving around making out very aggressively. it's as close as TWD can ever get to a sex scene where people are not having sex because TWD was a cable TV show. It's a very brief scene, less than 30 seconds but it's uhh VERY hot.

after the episode aired, Danai Gurira and Andrew Lincoln were asked about shooting these scenes on a panel (I can't find a link but if I do I'll put it here/if anyone has one lmk). both of them mention that, while shooting the van scene, there was a take where they got so "carried away" the footage would never be released. the director of the episode also joked he keeps the footage locked up. None of them ever really said what was in the footage but....well, we're all adults and we can all have a guess. and that's all we could do.... UNTIL NOW.

So, there's a podcast called Richonne Revelry, hosted by some huge fans of TWD. In an episode they released earlier this year about the trailer for The Ones Who Live, one of the hosts mentioned that they met, TWD director Greg Nicotero. Nicotero directed 'Say Yes' and so the podcast host says that she asked Nicotero to tell her about the van scene shoot.

ACCORDING TO HER, Nicotero spilled the beans. Apparently, they just set up the gear in the van with no crew as a closed set and told Danai Gurira and Andrew Lincoln they could just do their thing, which is pretty standard for scenes like that. BUT, according to the host of this podcast, Nicotero said that when his crew got the footage, it was wayyyyyy too raunchy (she says he told her danai was topless for most of it) and danai and andrew were making out so uh.....intensely that the footage couldn't even be spliced to make it appropriate for the show. Danai and Andrew, apparently, were very shocked they had to reshoot because they were actually really happy with it, but Nicotero insisted they do it again and rein it in so they could have some usable footage. The version of the scene we see in the show is the "tame" reshot version, allegedly.

All of this is alleged, of course. A lot of people joke like it's a sex tape, but honestly nudity guidelines for commercial TV are so strict and specific it doesn't take much for any intimate footage to become unusable. Plus, unsimulated sex is a hugeeee no no in mainstream entertainment. Productions get crucified over it. so if that had happened we absolutely would not have heard about it, let alone hear actors joking about it for years. But anyways, that's the lore! One thing we can all agree on is that Danai Gurira and Andrew Lincoln are DEDICATED to their craft, by all reports lmao. personally, I'm just glad to hear a behind the scenes story about actors getting carried away in the moment which DOESN'T involve anyone getting hurt or mistreated 🥰

[lotties-ashwagandha]

the sun

hanako arasaka x bodyguard!reader, word count 2.3k

it’s always been a rule in your profession never to get too close to the arasakas, to stay silent in the pursuit of duty over sentiment — but after your promotion to being assigned the personal bodyguard to hanako, love takes priority over your safety.

written for @elaci , whose stench of pickles is unrivaled. tourney also made the written by vita borders I’ve been using and i love them

The unspoken rule of working for the Arasakas had always been to never get too close. Even those working in the family’s most private affairs understood it as the most important guideline – never become a source of intel, never acquire more knowledge of the family’s dealings than necessary to pick up a check. The Arasaka enterprise was run on money, and the sole way to survive close contact was to feed only on what was provided. 

After the death of Saburo Arasaka, armed security presence surrounding Yorinobu and Hanako Arasaka had increased dramatically, as well as on their sites of business. Tensions had been growing politically in Night City’s response to the death, the cause of the event becoming the newest subject of popular debate. 

You had used the chaos to your advantage – you had been working in security for the Arasakas before the assassination of Saburo, whose death had provided you with innumerable promotion opportunities that you welcomed eagerly as new recruits flooded common security jobs. 

Your loyalty to the company and your reputation throughout it as the best in your field had landed you in the dwelling of Hanako Arasaka. You’d been given the assignment of being her personal bodyguard. You would be responsible in the company of a rotating shift of guards to keep watch over her estate when Hanako was home, and if she left to venture into Night City, it was your responsibility to go with her and ensure her safety. It was a job that seemed relatively easy in your eyes, and the payout would be enough to motivate you to take as many bullets as you could for her and still live to see your money. 

Yet things became more complicated after a few months when you began staying with her after your shift — for dinner, cooked for you by Hanako’s chef, or when she confided in you her need for someone to talk to and you were unable to deny her the luxury of simple conversation. You were witness to Hanako’s most confidential business meetings, and you were the only person she could trust for council. You would share a drink together, and then too many to count, and you would get too drunk to remember most of what you confided in one another the next morning. Sometimes you made it home before then — sometimes you ended up in her bed, either from the consequence of mutual desire, or purely out of leisure and the more favorable prospect of staying with her than making the trip back to your shitty apartment while too drunk to hardly walk straight. Hanako didn’t expect anything from you, only your happiness in whatever way she could provide. 

In her bed is where you lay now, watching Hanako sort through messages on her phone beside you. Your guns and knives have been scattered strategically around the room, in the drawers of the bedside tables and on the dresser, but she doesn’t mind. She enjoys the protection you give and rewards it with luxury. She’s sober, and so are you. Through the months the two of you have grown out of the chaos of needing alcohol in order to find the courage to proclaim your love. This night is one of domesticity. 

A chill runs through you, and you pull the blankets up close. No matter the temperature outside in Night City, it always runs cold in the mansion. Sometimes it’s refreshing — now, it feels isolating. Hanako sits against the headboard unconcerned in her white silk robe. 

In a quick motion you sit up and snatch the phone from Hanako’s gold hands. She gives you a look of confusion, and prepares to speak in protest, but you silence her with a kiss. She lets you pull her down to lay with you — you can feel the tension releasing from her body as she’s given a moment to rest. She lays her head on your chest and snakes an arm around you. 

“You’re always working,” you say quietly. You reach over and set her phone on the bedside table. 

“You’re not,” she responds. Her tone is calm, tranquil, but you can tell she thinks she’s endlessly clever for the remark. 

You shake your head. “My shift is over, it’s late.” You can feel her skepticism, so you continue. “How do you know this isn’t me working? You’re safe, and I’m in close proximity. That’s all I’ve been assigned with.” 

She hums in response, accepting your answer in spite of its lack of credibility. Any other time she would have given you another testy quip, and her silence is evidence of her exhaustion. Her responsibility in the Arasaka enterprise has been overwhelming since the change in power. 

Hanako shifts to be able to look at you. Her expression is one of love, it’s reflected in her eyes as she takes you in. She moves to kiss you gently, her motions unhurried. She’ll use this against you later — she’s right, you aren’t working, but repercussions are off the table as long as you’re alone. 

Her phone chimes from the table, but the two of you are quick to ignore it. You feel pride in leaving Hanako’s phone unanswered, that she’s choosing you over her work. In a relationship with anyone else, it would be expected that work is set aside, but Hanako’s situation is painfully unique. It seems an inexplicably large win that you’ve conquered the necessity of the Arasaka companies, until Hanako’s phone starts ringing relentlessly and you know you’re doomed to spend the night in bed alone. 

Hanako sits up. She gives you a look of remorse before reaching over you for her phone. At once her expression changes as she checks the caller, becoming solemn. She moves off of you. 

“I have to take this,” she says softly. When she meets your eyes, you can see her regret. “I’m sorry.” 

You nod in understanding. You can’t help but feel neglect burrowing within you as you watch her hurry out of the bedroom to take the call. You wish she was still there beside you, within reach. The cold of the room catches your attention again, stronger than before.  

You sigh, letting your head sink into the pillows and your body deeper into the mattress. Hanako will be in her office taking the call for at least the next hour. Nothing can harm her as long as the night shift guards are stationed at the perimeter of the property. It bores you and dampens your mood to be without her, so you allow yourself to rest, drifting into sleep in the expensive luxury of the mansion. 

. . . .

Embers has never been your favorite excursion to make with Hanako. It’s where she hosts her most important meetings, the place is praised for the credibility of its security, but it’s also where you must be the most careful in hiding the nature of your relationship with Hanako. 

There are very few people who know of your relationship — the chef at her house, he’s known since the beginning, but after you threatened his life all concern you had about his reliability disappeared. You suspect some of the guards at Hanako’s house are aware as well. There have been too many nights of you staying over for them to suspect nothing. But outside of what’s necessary, you and Hanako take every measure to ensure that no one else working for the Arasakas finds out about the two of you — if they found out, the rest of Night City would find out. Hanako would be berated by the media, and you would be targeted by those who wish to eliminate her. 

Embers accentuates all of your concerns. Security cameras are at every corner, and guards are stationed around the building’s entrances. The exclusivity of the club is shoved in your face every time you arrive, it rings in your ears that only the richest and most prosperous of Night City are allowed here. You have no room for error. 

Hanako meets with a client at the bar. You watch from the entrance of the room. The client is a man, one you don’t particularly care for. He’s been involved in experimental tech for the Arasakas for years, but the knowledge doesn’t grant him any of your trust. 

You watch as he becomes looser with a few drinks. He’s still discussing business with Hanako, but more enthusiastically now, and subtle touches and looks imply that not all which occupies his mind is related to finance. Hanako doesn’t seem to notice. 

You’re unable and unauthorized to move as the man keeps flirting with her. Though you’d give anything to pull a gun on him, he poses no threat to Hanako’s safety. You have no move to make. 

You glance at the clock beside the bar. You watch as the seconds tick by, wishing at every turn of a minute that the meeting would finish and you would be able to go home. A sigh escapes you that you’re unable to keep in. Hanako spares you a glance from the bar that you’re unable to read, and when the meeting with the client is finished, she gives you no recognition before leaving and expecting you to follow her as ordered. 

The car ride home is quiet. You ride with Hanako for security. Every so often she gives you a look of expectation. You know she’s aware that you’re upset, but doesn’t know how to ask for what’s wrong. 

“He was a little touchy, wasn’t he?” You ask. The words are bitter on your tongue. “Useless.” 

“He’s giving me a lot of money,” she says simply. Even though you know much of her business workings, Hanako still attempts to keep them private unless asking for your advice. 

“You could get the money elsewhere,” you say. “All of these rich fucks are lining up to be associated with the Arasakas.” 

She shakes her head. “If you think you can do a better job at running my company—”

“No, you seem to do it better than anyone could. You hardly spend a second away from it.” 

Your tone leads her into a brief silence. She’s level headed, but she can’t hide the frustration growing within her. It makes her tense, and part of you wants to reach for her hand, apologize and praise her for her dedication to her work, but you stay firm in your resolve. 

“You know why it has to be this way,” Hanako says. “You know this can never go public. It shouldn’t even be happening.” 

You don’t respond. You know. You know, and it’s the worst part of it all. 

. . . .

When you wake up the next morning, it’s in your own apartment. Exhaustion plagues you, makes you feel sick. 

After your shift yesterday, you had hardly spoken to Hanako. The two of you had parted on terms less than ideal. You’re still disappointed, and you suspect she is too busy to be concerned with you. The thought makes anger swell in your chest. 

You wish you could take days off. Any breaks from your profession are few and far between due to your necessity. As you drive to work you think about how nice it would be, to be able to sleep in for once or go out to dinner on your own. You would have an excuse to be away from Hanako until your anger subsides. 

When you pull into the driveway, Hanako is already waiting for you outside of her estate. She stands with her arms crossed as she leans against the door of the backseat of her car, her driver already in the front. 

“You’re late,” she says as you step out of the car. You check the time. 

“I’m not.” 

Hanako smiles. Without another word she gets in the backseat of the car with the expectation that you get in on the other side. You oblige, though not without dread. You’d been wishing for a quiet morning. 

“Where are we going?” You ask. Hanako doesn’t respond. Annoyance comes over you in a rush. If she’s still pissed at you, you want her to voice it. 

You notice during the drive that Hanako is without her phone. If she has it, she isn’t on it at all. Her gaze is fixed out the window as you venture closer to the edge of Night City. 

After half an hour of driving, the car is parked before a giant glass dome — adrenaline runs through you as you realize where you are. 

“The botanical garden?” You ask. Hanako nods. You get out of the car and take a moment to examine it — the only botanical garden in Night City, and only for the rich. It’s an indoor botanical garden, there are hardly any natural ones anymore. It’s rare to be so close to this much innocent life collected in one place. 

You step into the botanical garden with Hanako. It's empty of people, she’s bought the place out for the day. Trees, vines, flowers, plants you could never have dreamed the appearance of crowd you and pull you deeper into the abyss. The sun shines in through the glass ceiling, and you close your eyes as you lift your face to it, letting yourself be touched by its warmth. 

You open your eyes at the feeling of Hanako taking your hands in her own. She stands before you, the same love in her eyes that makes you feel whole, adored completely and unendingly. 

“I want to spend more time with you,” she tells you. “I know it’s hard on you, that I can’t be there more. That this has to stay private.” 

You nod. You can’t find words in your amazement. 

“I love you,” Hanako says quietly. She gazes down at your hands together. 

You pull her into a kiss — a wordless confirmation of your love, yet it’s there all the same, in every breath you take and in every moment you spend in the joy of her embrace. The life around you breathes into you, promises you her time, her love, the prospect of a future. For once, you are able to let your guard down in her embrace — the sun is your guardian, and burns away shadows of harm in its wrath. 

[upat4amwiththemoon]

I havé no idea if I asked this already but if I did I apologize😭 Could you do a villanelle x readers where the reader already has a child from a previous relationship please?

A package deal

Summary: It’s either both of us or neither of us.

Pairing: Villanelle x fem!reader, fem!reader x daughter

Warnings: none

Word count: 667

a/n: short and sweet

Tags: @sayah13

masterlists | guidelines

“Are you excited to meet her, bubs?” Y/N smiles to the small girl of five she is holding on her hip as she walks down the busy street.

The small child holds onto Y/N’s shoulder, her eyes wandering around all the different people walking past them. She’s always been curious about her surroundings. “Yes, mama.”

She lets out a shaky breath, giving her daughter a small smile. She’s glad to see her happy and clearly more confident than she is feeling. Y/N is absolutely terrified. Villanelle knows she has a daughter, she’s more worried about her changing her mind, deciding that raising her girlfriend’s daughter would be too much.

“Okay, bubs.” Y/N slows down her steps as she sees the right cafe in front of her. “Do you think Villanelle is already there? Maybe she’s just as nervous as us.” She’s glad she can use her daughter as an excuse to talk things through out loud.

The small bell rings when Y/N opens the door. It’s a small family owned cafe, one filled with books and flowers.

“There she is.” She whispers, pointing at the blonde sitting at the corner table. Taking a one last deep breath, “let’s go,” she walks to the table. “Hi, honey.”

Villanelle stands up the instant she hears Y/N’s voice. “Hi.” Her eyes are wide, moving between her girlfriend and the small girl in her arms. “Hey, should- should I hug you?” Her already strong accent is even stronger now.

With a giggle, Y/N sets her daughter down on a chair, pulling Villanelle into a short but warm embrace. Then she lifts the girl again, “this is Villanelle. Remember when I told you about her, bubs? She’s mama’s girlfriend.”

“Hi, ‘nelle.”

Somehow Villanelle’s eyes widens even more, and a bright smile grows on her face. “Hey. Aren’t you a cute one?” She takes hold of her small hand, giving it a shake.

“Mhm.” The girl giggles, kicking her feet in the air.

Y/N smiles as they all sit down. “I already ordered.” Villanelle states from the lack of drink menus. “I hope that’s okay. I know what you like, and you- you’ve told what your kid likes so…so I ordered for her too. We can order something else if she ends up not liking it-“

“Villanelle.” Y/N reaches over the table, taking hold of the woman’s hand. She finds her nervousness endearing, especially since Villanelle is usually the confident one. “It’s okay, I trust you to order for us.” She giggles.

She lets out a breath. Of relief most likely, but she’ll never admit to being nervous. “Mama loves you.” The small girl speaks up after their food and drinks have been brought over.

“I love your mama too.”

Giggling, she looks up at Y/N. “I love mama too.”

Y/N gasps, nuzzling her nose against her daughter’s cheek. “And I love you.” She murmurs, her gaze moving between her daughter and girlfriend. “You know we’re a package deal, right?” She gives her daughter a colouring book with some crayons to keep her occupied while she has a more serious conversation.

“I know that.”

“If you don’t want to be part of her life, if you don’t like her or if she doesn’t like you, if you hurt her in any way…I’m out.” Villanelle listens to her words in silence. “I will trust her word over yours, because I will not allow my daughter to grow up in fear.”

“I know.”

Y/N swallows, tapping her nails against the table lightly. “So what does that mean to you?”

“It means you’re a great mother,” she takes hold of her hand, “and I would love to be part of your family.”

A smile grows on her face. Y/N squeezes her hand, giggling when a third, smaller hand joins the pile. Her daughter starts giggling too, it’s full of joy, and it’s just the sign that Y/N needs to know this’ll work.

[olderthannetfic]

This NaNoWriMo stuff with AI is largely unsurprising to me. I don't know how many people have gone beyond reading the viral clipped out bit about classism and ableism, but there was a follow up statement on that, in which they claim to take a very neutral stance. That their initial intent was apparently trying to curtail harassment of those who are using AI and they at least apologized for their confusing and unthoughtful wording of their original statement. Which seems legitimate enough to me. I'm sure they are sorry, considering the swift and unforgiving backlash they received. What I find kind of bizarre about this whole thing is, like, if you are running an event surrounding writing and making guidelines for what is and isn't okay in general-- then wouldn't it be a perfectly reasonable addition, to set out some level of encouraged practices for how one should or shouldn't use AI for during said event. Guidelines that are encouraged, that follow what everyone believes to be the spirit of the event (sitting down and actually writing a little every day for a month) would seem like a perfectly reasonable thing to do, to me. Like, am I off base here? With the rise in AI this seems like the natural progression. Even if only in spirit, not allowing generated works specifically seems like it would be a completely understandable guideline that keeps the event fair to those trying to do it the way it's meant to be done. And if you wanted to be neutral about it, it could be presented alongside a more lax policy around using AI to say, generate a plot bunny when experiencing writers block or create names for places/characters. People have been using tools like that for ages so there's precedent to allow "thoughtful" use of AI for these purposes. Anything at all, even if it can't be completely enforced, seems like it would have been better. The random endorsement of AI for people in certain circumstances from their follow up statement, and how it can be life changing, if one were to take their meaning in the most charitable way possible, does not feel like it's on topic here. Like, all this effort to be "neutral" on their part is not really coming across that way it's all just so damn clumsy. I try to always assume positive intent, not attributing to maliciousness (such as capital gain at the expense of creatives, which is one of the major problems with AI generated work) what can be better explained by ignorance, but even taking all that they've said in such a fashion, it largely feels like they didn't want people arguing about AI but also didn't want to have to make rules around AI that they would then have to, even if only in spirit, enforce. I can sort of understand that, considering it would be (most likely) impossible for them to differentiate between generated work and stuff that was written by a person. But again. They could have just said that it wouldn't be possible for them to police AI usage, blah blah blah, honor system (which again is already part of how NaNo works-- an honor system) but that targeted harassment campaigns of individuals for any reason would not be allowed within these spaces, up to and including suspected use of AI. Like there were so many different ways this could have been approached to accomplish what their stated goal was. Without??? Accidentally taking a very strange and not well thought out direct stance on AI that they later had to halfway walk back and apologize for. I don't think NaNoWriMo ever intended the message to be "We allow AI generated works now" (unless there's something I missed) -- That's not explicitly something they said, but rather the at large and reactionary interpretation of it. Now, I just have to wonder, what the hell happened to their September update post from last week, that was apparently addressing other issues. One thing I'll say for this whole mess, is it's at least amusing to watch the absurdity of their slow motion collapse hitting the speedrun stage toward total implosion. The org has had major internal problems for years now.

--

Honestly, I think the reaction is at least as much about longstanding issues with the organization as about people's fears of AI. Poorly thought out corporate idiocy feels in-character.

[cy-cyborg]

Disability 101: The language of Disability

Trigger Warning: this post contains discussions of disability slurs (specifically the C and R slurs), and the history of disabled people's use in medical experimentation, including specific (but brief) examples.

Most of the content on my blog is aimed specifically at authors, artists and other creatives, but I've been noticing for a while now, that many of the people who come here to learn about writing and designing better and more compassionate disabled representation are often missing what I would consider to be pretty fundamental knowledge of the disabled community, or have gotten said information from a questionable source, for example, through corporate sensitivity training, who's given them just straight-up incorrect information. This isn't surprising, nor is it really the fault of the people seeking to learn more, rather, it's because of the way society at large talks about (or I suppose, doesn't talk about) disability. However this lack of foundational understanding often leads to creators accidentally including harmful tropes, using damaging or unnecessarily coded language or just including misinformation about our community into their works, often in ways that are quite hard to change by the time they realise there's an issue.

But before we continue:

The disability community is massive and we have a lot of history most people are totally unaware of which influences a lot of these fundamentals. It doesn't help that there are a lot of "allies" to our community who completely ignore and speak over us, many of whom have bigger platforms that actual disabled people, so their advice is seen and shared by more people, muddying the waters even further and making it difficult to discern what is and isn't "good information". Because of that, I understand that it can be hard to know where to start, so while most of my content is dedicated to specifically talking about disability representation in media, and how creators can include better representation in their own works, I also want to take some time to talk about some of the fundamental information about the disabled community I feel everyone (creator or not) should know.

Today I'm going to start on what I think trips people up the most when they're first trying to learn: The language surrounding disability. What terms we (generally) prefer, what terms to avoid, all that. I don't think this is necessarily the most important thing to know right off the bat, but it is probably one of the topics non-disabled people are the most confidently incorrect about, and where general misinformation is the most rampant.

Disclaimer: Before we go ahead, it's important to remember that the disabled community is not a monolith, especially so when we are talking about something like language and preferred terms. This post is designed to be a starting off point, not a rigid set of rules or all-encompassing guide. Different individuals may prefer different terms, possibly even ones listed in this article as words to avoid. Articles like this should always be taken as a general guideline but you should always be respectful of an individual's preference and refer to them how they have asked you to refer to them, even if it goes against general advice you've been given. However, it's important to bear in mind that just because that individual has a preference for a less popular term or even a term others find offensive, doesn't mean every disabled person is ok with it. It's also important to consider that different communities, cultures and countries, as well as people who speak different languages or even dialects of the same language, will have different general preferences, and so it is crucial to do further research on your own.

Disability and disabled are not dirty Words, it's ok to say it

If you grew up in the 1990's or later, like I did, you very likely heard words like "special needs," "differently-abled," "Special education" (often shortened to SPED). There's a very good chance that if you worked in education, healthcare (especially for children), with some disability charities or even if you were the parent of a disabled kid during this time, you were likely told to use these terms as a replacement for words like disabled, because "disability" and specific terms like "autism," "amputee," "downs syndrome," "paraplegic," etc put the focus on the things the person doesn't have or can't do. Calling them "disabled" implies there is something wrong with them, whereas these alternatives put a focus on the idea that folks with these conditions are "different, not less". At least, that's what a lot of people are told.

This is what we call coded language, and it's an issue because a lot of disabled people despise it. There are exceptions, of course, I know a few people who are indifferent, but I honestly can't recall anyone who was disabled themselves who preferred it outside of very young children who's parents insisted it was better (though most chose to move away from it as they got older).

But why? well, because of something that I'm sure you'll notice is going to be a pattern throughout this post: we didn't create these terms, and they weren't made for us, not really.

Most disabled people don't really see using the term "disabled" or any of the modern diagnostic terms (for the most part) as an issue. Yes, many do, by definition, focus on things we don't have, can't do or might struggle with; the definition of an amputee is someone who is missing a limb, the definition of paraplegia is someone who has paralysis in their lower body and legs, meaning they might not be able to or might struggle to move them. The definition of a disability is a little more complex and varies from country to country, but the American CDC defines it as "Any condition of the body or mind that makes it more difficult for the person with the condition to do certain activities and interact with the world around them."

These definitions sound negative, but it's not a bad thing to acknowledge someone doesn't have something most other people possess, or struggles with things others don't. It doesn't make someone "less" to acknowledge they have a barrier others don't. It's just acknowledging a part of our lived experience and acknowledging that our lives, because of these barriers, can sometimes look different, in both big and small ways.

However, a lot of people who are not used to being around disabled people get deeply uncomfortable with this, and this refusal to use straight-forward words like disabled is a symptom of that. This discomfort comes, in my experience, from a lack of understanding of disability as a whole, and potentially misplaced sympathy. They don't know how we do things they see as important, how we could do without the things they have, or what technology or services is available to help us bridge those gaps. This unknown makes a lot of non-disabled people scared, uncomfortable or makes them sad for us, even when it's not necessary. They see that we can't do something they can, like move our legs for example, and make a series of assumptions based on incomplete information. They imagine a life like ours and don't know how it could possibly be fulfilling, because they are missing so many vitally important pieces of information, making our lives look empty, bland and sad.

They don't have the full picture, but ironically, this discomfort stops them from learning more. If you go into a topic like this, assuming it will be depressing and bleak, why would you want to double check? For many, the fact that it doesn't take much for them to become disabled too adds to that feeling of discomfort and fear, so they turn away and try to pretend we're just "different" and insist on replacing the "scary" words that acknowledge the challenges and barriers they too will have to face if they become like us with things that comfort themselves, not us.

All of this is especially important to remember in the cases of disabled people who are severely limited by their disabilities (whether it be due to the disability itself, or the lack of accommodations for it) and who's disabilities do have negative impacts on their lives. It's important to acknowledge that for some of us, the negative stigma around our disabilities is mostly misinformation and an incomplete picture, like I mentioned before, that altering how something is done or approaching things differently can completely remove those barriers for some of us (e.g. like building ramps instead of stairs), but it won't for everyone. terms like "differently abled" completely ignore and dismiss the experiences of this part of the community, all they do is remind the person that you are uncomfortable acknowledging what they are dealing with. "disabled" on the other hand is inclusive of us both.

Person-first vs Identity-first language

Another aspect of the language surrounding disability that causes confusion in a lot of non-disabled people is whether or not you should be using person-first or identity-first language.

Person-first is where you put the person before the name of the disability, for example "Person with a disability," "Person with autism," "person with amputations," etc. Identity-first language, on the other hand, is where you put the person's disabled identity first, so "disabled person," or in the case of some disabilities, you might drop the need to say person at all, so it would be "autistic" and "amputee".

Unlike the last section, the answer to which one you should be using varies a lot on who you ask, and both types of language have their own benefits.

Person-First

Chances are, if you've done any kind of work that would have put you into contact with disabled people in the last few decades or so, you were instructed to use person-first language. weather you are a journalist, a doctor, an educator, a government employee, or were part of many, many other industries, chances are that you were taught to use it.

The reason for this is that, before the introduction and widespread use of person-first language to describe disability, non-disabled people were much less kind in how they spoke about us. Many people openly used slurs, even in formal settings, or referred to us (individually) as "the disabled," "the wheelchair," "the blind," "the downs syndrome," etc. e.g. "the wheelchair over there asked for assistance," or "I'm seeing the downs syndrome at 3pm."

This was especially prevalent in the medical field, with healthcare professionals often exclusively referring to their patients in this (or similar) ways, refusing to acknowledge their personhood, the value of their lives or their lived experiences beyond their disabilities. The medical field often mistreated and abused disabled patients, and before the introduction of laws protecting the rights of disabled people, this was not only completely legal to do, but was sometimes encouraged. On top of general mistreatment, disabled people, specifically, those being kept in mental institutions, asylums, and other places dedicated to their "care" (or containment) were often used as human test subjects.

There are countless examples throughout history, such as when Dr Henry Heiman infected two boys with gonorrhoea without their consent or the consent of their parents in New York in 1895, one of whom was only four years old with epilepsy and the other was 16 years old with unspecified intellectual disabilities. Dr Thomas Francis infected multiple disabled individuals with influenza in 1941, and George L. Fitch who infected six children under 12 living in the "Hawaiian Leper Colony" with what he thought was Syphilis in 1833. The personhood of the victims of these studies were often ignored or downplayed, so it's not too surprising then, that when the disabled community was finally able to start pushing back against their mistreatment in the late 1900's (The specific decade varies depending on which country you're talking about), they advocated for language that put their humanity and personhood first and foremost, making it much harder for people to forget that they were, in fact, still people and deserved to be treated as such.

Today, person-first is still preferred by parts of the community who still face more dehumanisation than most in the disabled community. for example, it's still very popular among people with downs syndrome. Of course, generalisations are just that: generalisations. There are many people with disabilities who experience very extreme dehumanisations, and still prefer not to use person-first, and vice versa.

There are also a number of disabilities that simply don't have names that work using identity-first language for grammatical reasons, such as people with ADHD (though some online communities use "ADHDers" in more informal settings) or people with BPD. Most often these are the disabilities who's names are acronyms, and so person-first is still used, but more out of necessity than genuine preference.

Identity-First

Identity first isn't technically newer than person-first language, but it's use, and it's name, has changed connotations recently as it has begun to become popular in parts of the community.

You see, for some people, their disabilities are an important part of their sense of self, or at the very least, their disabilities are so impactful on their lives, for better or worse, that they feel like they would be a completely different person without them. This is what we mean when we talk about disability as an identity, and what we mean when we say identity-first.

For some folks who prefer identity-first language, they feel like person-first is trying to distance them from their disability, often for the comfort of non-disabled people. It makes a disability sound like something you carry with you and that you could simply leave at the door if you could, not an important part of yourself. It sounds as strange as saying "A person with creativity" as opposed to "a creative person" or, to compare it to another identity of my own, "a person with gayness" instead of "a gay person".

This particular reason is popular among communities such as some parts of the autistic community, as autism impacts their brain, their personality, their interests, the way they communicate with others and more. If they were suddenly "cured" of their autism, they would be totally different people, and so they feel "autistic" is a better descriptor, as they simply can't be separated from their disability. It's a part of what makes them who they are. This is also popular among people born with their disabilities who have only ever known life that way, or those who have had their disabilities for a long time. Their disability, weather directly (such as autism) or indirectly (due to how people treat them, what opportunities or lack there of were available to them, the people they interacted with, etc) has impacted them so much that, once again, if they weren't disabled, they would have become a wholly different person.

Some prefer identity-first because they feel that they should not have to remind others that they are people. They feel it is unnecessary, and that if you need to be constantly reminded that any group of people you don't belong to are still people just because they are different to you, that's honestly just concerning. And then there are some in the community, who just prefer it because it's usually shorter and easier to say.

There's also a lot of people who don't really care either way. Personally, I fall into this category for the most part, as do most people I know. while I do lean more towards identity-first because it's easier to write and say, and because I agree, I think we as a society shouldn't need to be reminded of anyone's personhood so frequently in 2024, I also recognise that unfortunately, some people do still need that reminder.

It's important to note, that calling someone "the wheelchair," "the disabled," "The autistic," etc is not identity-first language, it's typically under the categorisation of objectifying language and you'll be hard-pressed to find anyone who likes or prefers that. Using identity-first language for these disabilities might look like, "Wheelchair user," "autistic/disabled person" or "that person is disabled/autistic". A good rule-of-thumb is to just avoid using "the" when referring to individuals or even groups of people (e.g. the disabled, the elderly, the gays etc).

Slurs

I also want to talk about slurs briefly. A slur, in this context, is defined by Merriam Webster as "an insulting or disparaging remark or innuendo," though it is often used specifically when referring to words of particularly strong impact, often with a lot of history behind why they have that impact.

For the disability community, many (though not all) of our slurs are somewhat unique, in that they were once considered medical diagnoses. While a lot of people do make this argument disingenuously, I do believe there are some people who are genuinely confused about this, which is why I quickly want to bring it up.

Words like "cripple," "retard," and many, many more I am not comfortable saying for a variety of reasons, all started as actual diagnoses. In fact, several of the sources I used even use them in this way, such as the sites and books I found talking about the two boys Henry Heinman infected almost always referring to them as being "mentally retarded" or "experiencing mental retardation".

I've talked about "cripple" specifically in detail before, but in all of these cases, the word went from a neutral descriptor (at least, in theory) to something that was used in increasingly negative ways, both by the medical professionals diagnosing people with these terms, and the general public. In medical settings, these words were often used to justify the horrible treatment directed at people with disabilities (Like we discussed before), and even after protections were put into place, the language kept its associations. In the general public, these words started being used as insults directly, both directed at disabled people and in general. If you went to school in the 2000's, you probably heard "retard" being used as an insult on the playground as a replacement for stupid or ridiculous. You can see how, when a whole generation starts associating a diagnosis with "ridiculous" it starts to become an issue. This would then feed back into how the terms were used medically. As much as we'd like to think of doctors and healthcare professionals as being unaffected by cultural norms, history has proven time and time again that this was not the case. If you'd grown up hearing a real diagnosis as a synonym for an insult, it's not going to make your opinion of the patients you're giving that title to particularly positive unless you're going to spend a lot of time deconstructing those implications, which, in my experience, many do not.

So yes, even though these might have been acceptable terms once, their use in overwhelmingly negative ways has caused a lot of disabled people to become deeply uncomfortable with them, and they have since been deemed slurs.

Of course, not every slur related to disability came from outdated diagnostic terms. The M-slur used against little people, for example, originated during the times where little people's only option for employment was in freak-shows and other demeaning rolls, such as being kept as pets by nobility. The M-slur was used to compare them to a type of small, annoying fly, a midge, as a way to further humiliate and dehumanise them.

There have been movements that attempted or are currently in the process of reclaiming some of these slurs, with notable examples like the "cripplepunk" community for physically disabled people (They do, however, ask that able-bodied people call the movement "c-punk" instead). Though other words like "retard" are more debated, and many people with intellectual and cognitive disabilities (who the slur was usually directed at) feel it is too early to start that process, or feel it should not be reclaimed at all. At the end of the day, it is the people with the disabilities impacted by these terms who get to decide if, how and when a slur is reclaimed, not outside forces and wider society.

Focusing back in on authors and creatives for a moment, if you're writing a disabled character, but you yourself are not disabled, I'd highly recommend against using slurs in your work, even if your character is part of the community that could reclaim it. Even if you are disabled in that same way, I'd recommend caution. I often call myself a cripple in a joking light, but I probably will never feel comfortable including it in any of my work (outside articles like this where we're discussing it, of course). If you really, really must include these slurs, make sure to get input from others in the community.

Outgroup Terms

Finally, one last thing I want to bring up is in reference to the "outgroup terms" disabled people use for people without a disability.

A very common misconception is that if you aren't disabled, you're able-bodied, but this isn't true! Able-bodied (sometimes shortened to A.B.) refers to people without physical disabilities specifically, so you can be able-bodied but still have an intellectual disability or some kind of neurodivergence like autism, dyslexia, or schizophrenia. Likewise, you can be neurotypical - the word for people who aren't neurodivergent - and physically disabled.

If you want to refer to people without any disabilities at all, the most common way to do that, and the term I've been using throughout this post, is just non-disabled. Some people also use the term "abled" but this isn't as widely agreed upon, as many people assume it's just a shortened version of able-bodied.

Conclusion

As I said in the beginning, this post is meant to just be a general guide, not hard and fast rules. The disabled community isn't a monolith, and we don't agree on everything and that's ok. Different people and groups will have different preferences and that's ok too. If you're an outsider to the community and you aren't sure what words or terms to use, just ask (so long as you're polite about it and/or it's relevant to the conversation at hand, it's fine) but always respect an individual's preference over a generic piece of advice like this post. Under no circumstances should you ever correct a disabled person on how they refer to themselves and their own community. If they refer to themselves as disabled, that's great. If they call themselves, a person with a disability, also great! I can not tell you how many non-disabled people who have told me I am "disrespecting myself" for calling myself an amputee, autistic or disabled.

At the end of the day, how any individual wishes to refer to themselves is their choice, but for creatives, especially those of you writing disabled characters as a non-disabled person, it's important to be aware of the reception and implications different words may have with your audience.

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˖⁺. “  fight for you ” : 

﹙ mercenary grim reaper x gn reader ﹚.𖹭 ݁

. . . verse 9948e yìzé x gn reader !!🍒 : ﹙ mercenary ˖ grim reaper character ﹚

a large fight breaks out in the society of shades. yize notices that you are at the centre of it 

﹙ cws ﹚: angst ˖ some violence | wc : .3.3k 

﹙ receipts ﹚: been awhile since we've had a yìzé piece. Song used: ares, by winter's island !

꒰  other treats : guidelines ˖ m.list ˖ characters ˖ our lore  ꒱

Well, I wrote you a song.

The white light slices across a door, cutting it in half as heavy footsteps rush across a barren rooftop.

With no time in hand, a reaper jumps out from the ledge of it and skids down the building. Wind tugs wild at the darkbrown wolfcut. Each and every individual strand of hair following behind the cold bodied mercenary.

The beautiful sound of glass breaking clatters out into the air as force hits the windows. Yìzé lunges himself off of the building.

At this very moment. This minute and second, this is what he lives for. Adrenaline cast out into all of his veins, pumping away at a slow beating heart. Time feels as though it has stopped as shards of glass glisten in the lights of the society of shades. Falling with him.

but you say you want a symphony

Like a million butterflies fluttering their wings in tandem, lungs draw in a big gulp of air. and at the exhale, cold fingers reach for the staff of a scythe as they had prior.

He nears his target. A bolt of smoke, billowing from his back and legs. Body shifting into vapor darker than the night, with just the slightest tints of blue to it. Shooting towards the abomination beneath, in hopes of putting it back blow, way down under.

Just as the first time he had picked up his scythe. Fingers cannot help but drum across the expanse of it, feeling the wooden handle. As excitement surges through his heart. The soul within the scythe coming alive.

The first defence, the first spin, and then—

His very first swing.

A laughter from his childhood rings throughout his ears as the first hit lands upon the large creature.

I will take the light through the time

and the blades that break my soul

Withstanding the loud roar, while sliding down the back of the being with a blade now ripping through its back. The second youngest son of the zhào family stands full of pride. Jumping off of the abomination, while running in circles around it.

A distraction.

For what is to come? Flame and the sound of a catchy rhythm, something to dance to indeed. A blue streak rushes across a building. Jumping from the next to the other. Barely anything for the oppontment to catch onto.

But then sodicity aside.

Raging, spewing, hot fire. Now that is something that quickly catches any attention around. A fire elemental showing itself in all of its true glory. Burning the veils that previously covered the furious beauty of it.

“Zhào, 9 o’clock.” His boss calls out in rage, gravitating towards the right while expectantly awaiting for the younger to take the left.

It takes no hesitance nor time for the reaper to follow command. Focused on the plan that had been immediately discussed at their arrival.

The elemental swoops any and all civilians out of the collapsing surroundings, yelling at them to run.

and i’m not without you next to me

With his heavy egyptian accent, the elemental, without so much as turning to look to wherever the blue streak is skating across, he yells out: “Agresta! Get the civilians out safe!”

Not even the blink of an eye could catch the speed of which Lorenzo swept the field empty. The monster only seemed to chase after the screaming crowds. Of course. Fear is something that most of them feed on.

But alas, the world continues to breathe. And as the leader of the veil syndicate commands the rest of the mercenaries around whilst rushing to the monster’s sides with the Yìzé. The reaper looks up at the points his gaze towards the centre of the being.

Would there be any signs of a vulnerable spots? He would have to look a bit longer, he just needed to buy time.

I will take the front to the line

One slipped footstep and it is over. It is always about being ready for the worst, even when everything is going well and seems as though you have the winning side.

Be confident, not a brave fool.

A long slide across the breaking, crackling and rumbling ground brings the reaper to his stop, reading his scythe as command stands in queue. Maroon meets crackling fire.

And bring back the night before

The boss and the worker keep their gaze on one another until the moment is right, and when the time is right. When the monster has been confused enough by electric blue, the bright light of fire and the darkness of the night. They strike.

Red and blue tinted flames lick across the field, spreading in circles around the oil paths that the dj had spilled down unto the ground as he skated across the grounds.

Light the fire

Dark vapor follows after the fire. Almost like a dance, the two meet in the middle of the field —

The world flashes yet again,

Yìzé stands before his brother, the two of the swirling scythes around while attacking incoming dummies around the training halls of the zhào estate.

Hàoyu takes waiting position, counting down the seconds until Yìzé reaches him and the second they cross paths. Back to back, they make a twirl. Like petals swirling throughout the ripples of waterways, robes swirling like waves across his eyes as they defeat the last dummies.

And with that same motion, he and his boss pelt straight into the core of the creature. Tearing apart the large body of accumulations. Melting away rough limbs.

Let it burn on top of you

Scattering, exploded across the expanse. Miniature versions of the large being rampage through the streets. Faster, more difficult to catch onto. Even more fun for the fire to chase.

Some dissolve and die out from catching onto the invisible fire that burns the oil away.

Persistent pests rush towards the reaper as he lets go of the elemental. Who was not prepared to feel the sudden shift in weight on himself, calling out to the boy like a distressed father who knows only the worst of fate from what he has seen.

Taking a hit and dodging the rest, a sharp scythe cuts through each body that meets the proximity of its wielder. Breathing in the flames and exhaling them out with a smile. One that knows safety the second pink hair brushes against his cheek, followed by a large amount of tails that curl below his chin.

Assurance.

That was all he needed. His lovely kitsune boyfriend did quite the work on the opposing side, and gave him a nod to rush after Rasui.

Breathe again beneath the flames

Takara takes over the back, while he rushes to the front. Watching as Lorenzo gets down on the ground and allows his mouth to open up for an almost siren like but cutting scream. That, in the form as soundwaves, slam across the enemies that come around 10 o’clock. Headed straight for some of the civilians.

Unwanted, wild animals. Salivating like dogs at the thought of flesh to be eaten.

For the first time in this battle of 7th sector, he pulls out his gun and shoots bullets across the field. Making sure he hits no innocents in the process.

Each feral creature that managed to escape the loud scream surely evaporates the second a bullet strikes their core.

Joined together and gathering civilians to run away, the fire elemental, the dj, the reaper and the kitsune all take their positions and work their way swiftly. Casting quick glances whenever one falls, watching them rise. Continue.

I’m a man that cannot be saved

Oh, the battle rages on like a ballad of the ages. He could almost hear his late older brother’s poetry recited in his ears. Indeed, this will be another part of history. Whether he dies with it or lives with it to tell more, he will only know when all is done.

The fight only progresses to downtown sector 7, nearing the 8th sector. They had not realised that the large abomination would have another ‘birth’ in the process of it’s death. But they watched the creatures attempt to gather.

To grow.

Slicing across the field and collecting any souls that may have tragically passed in these events. May they rest in the most beautiful places of the afterlife. Yìzé sends them their way before they could be devoured.

“Ready?” He whispers to his scythe softly, looking down at it with calculating eyes. He was going to throw it. Fling it hard enough for it to spin across the field and take out as many of these miasmatic beings as possible.

It was either going to work, or it wasn’t.

Well maybe I was wrong.

Quietest of whispers ever heard emit from the bright shine of the scythe, an affirmation. An ‘I am ready,’ spoken to only the reaper.

Whistling for his teammates to disperse. Footsteps scatter across the concrete ground once more and he starts rushing away from the crowded streets of evil.

Flinging himself up onto a pole, before allowing himself to fall. Just like Haitao had taught him. Pole, fall, swing, and throw.

It is just as loud as a whine, the sound of the scythe spinning acros the street and ripping open being to being. Whilst a smoke remains right behind it.

A vaporised, pale hand gripping onto the handle once more to swing out a large cut through as many as he missed as possible.

Truly, with his excellent timing together with his scythe. He manages to take out majority of the miasmic creatures.

And perhaps you needed more from me

Then, he sees you— Rushing across the field to help an older enigma stand back up after taking a fall from running so fast.

Everything feels like it stops. He doesn’t know you, nor what it is you were thinking of doing. His teammates had properly already seen the elderly. What matters is that the situation of potential death is avoided.

A fresh soul like yours? You almost amuse him. It is nowhere near it’s due on the pocketwatch schedule.

Cussing at the sudden act of ‘heroism’ you have performed. To which he could only call pure idiocy. He makes his way into the smoke that covers the land like a duvet.

The entire world rushing around him. travelling with quick sucession two shillouettes trying to lift the other up from the ground.

I can’t stand to fight all time But i can’t seem to take the fall

Close enough at last. Pale, Spread fingers graze the fabric of a woolen shirt, only to form a fist gripping onto it and throwing the beautiful soul the dorns it across the field together with the eldery wise one it holds.

You yelp as you feel the surge of adrenaline pour into your stomach, the rush of flying freely throughout the air across the battlefield could never compare to anything you have ever felt. You hold on to the older, smaller grandparent. Who tiredly panics.

The pests were closing in, and suddenly, actions were more limited than they ever had been. Slipping past him like the sands of time.

A yell from Rasui—

Electricity aside

“REFORMED, SCATTER.” Maroon eyes constrict and crackle almost like that of the elemental’s fire blazing straight into the air like the bonfires that stand high during the midsummer dance celebrations.

They scan across the field to catch the ghastly image of the abomination coming back to life. Ripping itself across the concrete ground and screeching. Like the most terrifying newborn the world will ever have witnessed.

What mortifies him the most, is the very fact that you rush with the crowd and it aims to hit you. Lifting a heavy, club-like arm. Making it quite clear to all of the mercenaries around that it is going for a direct hit on the panicking crowd.

This is more than just a life for me

Arrival has always had a good and bad time of coming around, in the cases of limited time. It usually is not good when a previously clear sight flashes white and everything around you rings, deafening screams and cries

“—” He could’ve sworn he heard his brother call for him, an encouragement. Almost feel the hand Jìngyí would reassuringly put on his shoulder when he just couldn’t seem to get his strategies right.

Sharp inhales draw through his lungs, and then comes the crash of reality once again. Mixed with the whispering voice of the past.

“You have to keep trying. What of learning, if you never try?”

I can put our time on the line And bring back the night before

Such a natural movement, that is all it takes. The dash of a foot and the lunge with all possible upperbody strength. A flash of pink aids him in the sudden move, guiding him across the field. Eyes sharing such determination, that has never burned more passionately than now.

Loud laughter following after the large swing of a scythe moving across the monstrosity’s body echoes off of the field and away flies the arm that had moved to hit the crowd.

Vapor and the sweet smell of orchids roam your senses, as you feel a pair of strong arms keep you in their safety with the enigma. Yìzé flings himself to the rest of the crowd, extending his vapor with the intent of getting everyone out of the area safely.

“Zhào!” Rasui calls, only to receive a scythe his direction. Of which he grabs onto and casts towards Takara, who now carves her way happily through the monster.

Precise slices performed, despite the vigor of her swings.

Light the fire

“I’ll evacuate the remaining!” The young reaper roars to his boss and co-workers. Suddenly blinded by a blue streak interrupting his fog. Of course he was coming to help as well.

Familiar is the deadpan voice that counters him: “You won’t do much all alone.” To which he can only huff at in slight offense, along with the fondness of at least having his best friend helping out.

The two rush out of the situation, until they find the spot best for civilians to hide until the doom and destruction is over.

Let it burn on top of you

“Stay here,” you are told. Half-lidded, but cold and stoic maroon eyes point into yours in a gaze that demands you listen. “Don’t start trying to save more people. We’ve got it in control, the some people have a schedule.”

It makes you huff. Yet, for the safety of people and yourself, listening and doing is all you can really do. Most people keep you in their grasp as well. As the reaper takes away the music, rushing back into the battle.

You’ve never seen him before. And yet, he has left something for you, in your heart. An odd sensation— a tug. Of what? Maybe hatred. You certainly didn’t like his attitude.

Breathe again beneath the flames

Rhythmic tunes and vapor, alerting a team of people of their arrival. All split in battle and make space for them as both Yìzé and Lorenzo fling themselves towards Rasui. Aiming to create a soundwave loud enough to transfer fire through vaporised darkness and sizzle away at the creature once more.

It takes no guessing from the leader what they are trying to do. Flaring into the highest volumes of fire, he runs towards them.

A star, coming to life. Truly, that is what it can only be described to look like. The wonder and the beauty of the bolt itself, shot straight to the core again.

I’m a man that can’t be saved

Takara, who had roamed in the distance gave the scythe they held a kiss goodbye, until next time. Before throwing it towards it’s true wielder, who catches it just as the leader of the tempest syndicate arrives at the scene.

From the flames, one man

Blowing a large gust of wind from towards him, knowing exactly what the man has planned. Yìzé flies through the atmosphere and slams his blade into the core to add impact on the shot.

You fall, you watch me rising

Shooting through the air with extra force, as if it was going to create a rift, the flaming star hits the being and all goes quiet as everything that has gathered it dies. Flaming butterflies and animals rushing around in the air and towards the sky.

I know, I know

Just like the gardens of the Zhào estate. . . All of the beautiful wildlife. It all flashes through his sight as victory comes rumbling deep within his soul. The fall and the rise, the final moment of peace before the applause. It feels just like a theatrical performance

It never mattered how bloodied and bruised he ended up. Yìzé loved this feeling.

The thrill of the battle, the aftermath of the victory.

To be the man That walks beyond the fires

What he lives for? This is what he lives for. If he has no name at home, he will make it here in the world. In the history of it.

One swift drag of a matchstick and the sound of a cigeratte lighting, he leans his head back and puffs out smoke. Grinning at the sky. And you watch from a distance with a face full of wonder at every picture your mind had mentally snapped.

Ares, Ares

Your vision blurs as your body finally gives out after all the adrenaline, falling unconcious, as your body receives the rest it has screamed for you to give it.

And just out of your vision before you go, a hand catches you. Gently putting you down on the ground so that you do not hit it too hard.

“Don’t go for too long huh, we got stuff to talk about.” The reaper murmurs, joined by the rest of the syndicate. Looking down at the demonic amulet that you had worn earlier this day.

Tear me down. See the man that I am now And from the flames, Ares.

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Are there any books that go in depth on wiccan ceremonies like weddings ? All I can find so far are blogs of Christians retelling things about the "exotic" pagan weddings they've been to or things that lump all pagan religions together as 1 thing.. I just want to know about wicca solely, like I know everyone does things their own way but a guideline that's a little more detailed would help me so much. I struggle with vague. Sorry If this is silly, I just want to have my own wedding soon but I can't just ask my mom for advice on this like everyone else I know would

I'm assuming since you're asking me that you're a solitary practitioner like I am and not part of an established coven or tradition. Because if you were, you could just talk to other members of your group and figure it out.

So I'll do my best to help.

Now my own wedding was actually largely non-Wiccan. My wife isn't a Wiccan so we kind of built our ceremony more in line with what we knew our families would expect (and added in a few extra things). I used to play a lot of stuff close to the chest with my extended family -- like my wedding is literally how a lot of them found out I hadn't been using my deadname outside of family parties for ten years.

So the more magical bits were kind of inserted more low-key than what you're asking.

To get to your question though, I don't have any books to rec largely because it's not really a one size fits all thing. Like effectively what your wedding would be is a group ritual. Whether you do it in front of the guests, or have the guests surround the circle is up to you -- but you'd literally just start it the way any other group ceremony would start. Your officiant(s) would would act as High Priestess or High Priest (or both) for the ceremony, and you'd just... treat it as a ritual. The officiant would do whatever you do to mark a circle, call the quarters, etc.

A lot of folks opt to do a handfasting, the officiant would call upon the Goddess and God to bless the union, etc... but it really just depends on how you structure your own ceremonies, you know?

This isn't something in most folk's Books of Shadow, so you just need to design it in the way that feels right to you. It's your wedding, this is your ceremony.

I hope that helped.

[moodymisty]

Hiya! Could I request some Magnus / GN! Reader shenanigans? Like the reader is trying to learn a spell (to impress Magnus), does it by "The books are just guidelines anyways", and it works. Then they go to show Magnus and confusion hell breaks loose Blease and thankyou <3<3<3

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's Note: Magnus time! I was actually working on something just like this, so this gave me the motivation to really spruce it up and finish it. But I really apologize because when I reread your request I realized I might've gone a bit less silly than you might've wanted. I hope you still enjoy.

Relationship: Magnus the Red/Gn!Reader

Warnings: None apart from this being my first time writing Magnus so please forgive me figuring him out I'm sorry if he feels off

Word Count: 1220

Sorcery is by it's very nature, finicky.

It has no solid answer, no yes or no. It's not as if it's a machine you can turn on or off, or a star you can see is alive or dead. It's an ebb and flow- something you feel.

But how do you feel something you've never felt before?

These tomes are largely nonsensical to you; The scribblings of madmen, words with no translation and sentences backwards.

You'd once again today attempted to make sense of it all, to tempt your better judgement that kept saying it maybe wasn't your most intelligent idea, but nothing has happened yet. So now you sit in bed, flicking through pages of tomes scattered across the blankets; Attempting to perhaps make enough sense of it and not bring anymore embarrassment to yourself than you already have.

In your fussiness you've already given yourself two different paper cuts, licking your wounds both physical and mental. You should probably be sleeping, the stars are out bright, and the wind gently raps against the windows as you study.

Magnus' tower is so ethereal, you look towards the window for a moment and see nothing but the midnight sky illuminating everything underneath it.

After thinking, you look back towards the oversized tome in your lap, lying on your thighs over top of a blanket. You'd picked many of the books not necessarily at random, but attempting to find the most basic of starting places from a collection that puts most others to shame. Magnus has many shelves up here, filled with his personal collection of tomes and scrolls. You sort've wish he was here to help guide you, but at the same time, you wish to surprise him to some degree.

You try just one more time, attempting to light a small ember in your palm. You follow every word exactly as the instructions- if you could call them that, and mange to hold it for only a few moments before it flickers away as if blown out by breath.

"Ugh!"

You drop your head, it coming quite close to hitting the pages of the tome.

"What is this?"

Your head suddenly whips upright, seeing Magnus himself standing in the doorway across the room. You don't know how you hadn't heard his footsteps, though you suppose you were far too distracted for your ears to prick to any other sound than what was right next to you.

Entering the room and closing the massive door behind him, Magnus takes in the scenery he's missed while aboard Photep, traveling the stars. After his quick glances he focuses on you cross legged in his bed, surrounded by opened and unopened books.

"Magnus!" He slowly walks closer to the beside, one finger brushes a tome he's clearly familiar with and opening it to a particular page; Glossing over it before he lets it gently fall back shut.

"Now, what are you concocting in that little mind of yours that requires so many spell tomes?"

Magnus watches amused as you close the book in your lap, legs cross underneath it and look at your slightly burned palm.

"I was trying to call fire. But it seems it's a bit harder than I thought." His smile fades a bit softer, watching your expression. The fabric of his robes is weaved with gold string that shines in the soft candle light.

"You seem to have had it, from what I saw."

You can feel his long red hair brush against your arm as he sits beside you, his massive height and weight difference forcing the appropriately massive bed to dip heavily to his side. It almost makes you roll, but you quickly adjust to prevent that. Now in your atmosphere it's a bit easier to look him in the eye, but you still have to crane your next a decent bit.

"I was following the tomes exactly like they said, and the best I can do is a little baby kindling. I'd have trouble even setting a letter alight."

You look up towards him, hands playing with the edges and filigree of the old, worn tome in your lap. Magnus speaks up, his tone curious and a bit surprised.

"Exactly?"

His eye glances down to the front cover of the tome in your hand, and recognizes that one instantly. With one hand, he gently reaches underneath the covers and gently clamps the tome shut, the top of his hand laying against your thighs before he pulls the tome towards his chest.

"Then you are taking it all far too literally." Perhaps the book shouldn't be written so literally then, you rebelliously think. He lays the tome aside, and uses the same hand to gently cup your jaw between his fingers and look up at him.

"it's far more of a feeling that anything, my love. If you keep just following the tomes, you might end up burning something down. Or as you've noticed, burning nothing at all." He lets out a laugh, feeling your cheeks move under his finger tips.

"I never thought you to be so studious in following directions. Perhaps you'd prefer Primarch Guilliman to myself?" You let out a harsh puff of air through your closed lips, making an insulting noise. Your hand grips his wrist and tries to pull it away, but to no avail, and instead you just grip the massive muscles of his arm and scowl.

"Funny."

He smiles wider. How you speak to him so casually now, compared to months ago. Perhaps his teasing makes it easier for you to forget who he is. He doesn't mind it.

A testament to your determination, you'd been able to cast something despite a lack of knowledge; But you could do well in having someone set you on the right path. Afterall, Magnus knows simply treating something with such an ebb and flow as sorcery as rules you can memorize will never bear any fruit.

Magnus can guide you, and truthfully, he would love for nothing more than to.

His sons don't need to be taught. They learn from his actions, and most are more than capable of progressing on their own and honing their own skills. To be able to teach his beloved something that is such a core part of himself, to guide your hand and your mind to touch something greater- he finds himself almost, dare he say excited.

He's rough on his sons, he knows they can take it. That they're built for sorceries and touching the warp. But with you he'll have to be gentle. The thought of it, to sit with you and show you wondrous things that your home planet kept from your eyes, he would start right now if not for one thing.

Magnus lets go of your jaw. He leans down and gently brushes a kiss against your temple, his fire red hair brushing against your skin again.

"Now, as much as I don't wish to part you from your reading, I have returned from Terra at my absolute wits end and desiring some rest." He smiles and vaguely gestures to the mess you've made of his bed during his absence. He can see other little messes throughout his chambers, as well.

"So my love, perhaps you could move your research, off the bed?"

[mossymandibles]

What's gender affirming care like on hallowed carrion?

Good question, it can be a little wild west out there, even just with regular hospice/holistic care, depending on where you’re at and which species or community you belong to. I’d say on Mors Astra (name of the planet), sexuality and gender expression can be as eclectic and varied as most animals/humans irl….Um, I guess I’m going to info dump about my individual trans characters and their experiences as well as how some of the main species would view it over all and hope that it answers your question. I’ll also be creating other sophont species that could have different views on things so there’s that too.

Also content warning ahead for forms of transphobia and gender dysmorphia topics.

For the Myce I’d say for the most part getting something like a cosmetic change is no biggie to them, as they don’t tend to have strict guidelines for gender expression. It probably wouldn’t go as in depth as it does with mammalians, surgically and medication wise. Their nerves and vessels grow back easier and such. Even their genitalia is strictly geared towards pleasure, like a miniature sexual mycorrhizal network of nerve endings. There’s no sperm or eggs involved. Their genitals may go by human guild lines in terms of appearance, but they can get pretty wild looking. I haven’t quite thought it through entirely just yet but I guess they might have their own form of T and E, if they cosmetically wanted breasts or a more phallic attachment, etc. I feel like they’d go more along the route of genetic expression rather than hormones though. There isn’t really a huge societal rift between who expresses themselves as feminine, masculine, etc. (although there could always be some strange cults and eccentrics out there!) I’d say to them it’s more important that you look conventionally humanoid. If you’re a bloom face (like Heidi), or have a tail/ horns or look more ‘animalistic’ and ‘othered’ for that matter, you’re more likely to face some stigma in certain regions populated by Myce. This derives from early on when the Myce were first coming into being. They were called changelings, ‘faefolk’, fairies, etc, and caused a lot of widespread fear and misconceptions. They associate such terms with being considered monstrous, diseased, etc.

They don’t reproduce like mammals, as they technically aren’t mammals, so luckily for them natal affairs and giving birth aren’t tied to any specific gender and are entirely up to the individuals who want to go that route.

*takes another deep breath*

In the case of Vveashuls, I think they’re a little more ‘traditional’ so to speak. (Tbh I think I’ve ended up expressing some deep seated frustrations with what I’m surrounded by everyday in them, oops! No fault of the Vveashuls ofc.)

With Vveashuls, many pockets of them tend to put a lot of value in procreation, having several kids, being able to breastfeed them on your own, etc. One should always put the family first.

In the past, while they lived on Zenith as one species, having litters and as many healthy kits as possible meant their survival. Often times their young would be culled by the Furies in order to keep their numbers down and keep them under control. Mind, not ALL Furies kept Vveashuls in servitude, just certain rooks.

Where they’re out from under the Furies control now, they hold pride in keeping big families, staying together, the next generation raised by the previous, etc.. A lone Vveashul is seen as strange, or that something is wrong with them. In the modern day, this creates a lot of pressures.

In Jago’s case, he grew up in a town of very traditional views; the idea of a Vveashul that can get pregnant getting rid of their breasts or their ability to give birth/ taking hormones was unheard of or seen as a selfish act of self mutilation. Males transitioning to females were seen as ‘useless’ or strange pretenders. Even just starting out, his family was very small, just him and his father.

Jago didn’t even really know what felt ‘off’ about himself until he met Kraw, Titus, Mayv and her crew. Puberty only made it more painfully obvious. Once he was old enough and sure of himself (this was after he and Kraw had parted ways the first time) It was very difficult for him to get any kind of treatment for such things geared towards his kind, even in Ladder occupied cities. He had to go under the table for most of his surgeries and medications, which put him in many dangerous situations. With his primary breasts still intact, he still feels like he’s not where he wants to be. The fact that the last surgeon to remove his secondary ones left him with obvious scars is frustrating as well. The whole process had just exhausted him overall. So he focused more on work.

On top of taking hormones, he would often have to take suppressors (yeah, those.) otherwise he’d go into heat and get all swollen and sensitive (it’s also fairly normal for female Vveashuls to take suppressors lest they deal with going into heat in day to day life, which can be very inconvenient in the modern day.)

He absolutely hates how he gets without the suppressors, as it only adds to his dysmorphia.

He’d occasionally have to deal with his old work mates making fun of him about it. They referred to him as a male, sure, but he still felt like they saw him as playing pretend. They would make comments like “oohh you’re grumpy today, are you off your meds?” Where they were mostly Myce, they didn’t deal with the average hang ups of mammalian sophonts and usually found it strange or funny.

Jago wants to be completely severed from the idea of having and mothering kids, the expectations of female Vveashuls, etc. I’d go as far as to say he’s had legitimate tokophobia his entire life. But he’s feels somewhat apprehensive of further surgeries for the time being, at least until he finds someone trustworthy and experienced. Who knows! He might find one in Marrowtide.

*deep breath*

THANKFULLY, where he lives now with Kraw and the others in Marrowtide, he’s in a MUCH more accepting/progressive environment, so I’d say that definitely helps him with the dysmorphia and anxieties of how his body looks. Despite being intimidated by Sylvaine, he gladly take his hormones and suppressors from her, where she also supplies them for Kraw in order to temporarily stave off his occasional ‘rut’ aggression (they’re almost like a birth control). Even other Vveashuls in Marrowtide wouldn’t care that Jago’s gotten surgery. Most of them probably escaped to Marrowtide in order to get away from stifling environments as well.

Disclaimer ofc: I don’t see having kids/ a big family etc as inherently stifling or negative by any means, I’m only referring to harmful beliefs and pressures that may come from growing up in a family with very controlling traditional viewpoints.

In Durja’s case, pockets of Fury cultures vary from rook to rook (‘rook’ being similar to a clan). Most are matriarchal. Durja herself was a sentry and the occasional personal concubine for the ‘Crowned Matron’ at the time (matriarchal leader of the rook). They don’t really perceive being trans, only caring that you are strong and tactical. Though, I’d say if you were looking to transition to female it would be very dangerous, as most of the females would take that as a challenge. In that same way a female transitioning to a male might be seen as weak. Within the Furies species, most of the time the females are bigger, stronger and tend to be more aggressive, even possessing pseudo-penises. They’re also polygamous.

I’d say she’s gotten most of her ideas of what she wants for herself by having watched Sylvaine in relationships for a while, thus deciding she wanted to be loved romantically in such a manner rather than the usual domineering way she had been used to. Taking in the strengths she’d see among the female Furies and she’s got her own image she’s made for how she presents herself.

She hasn’t personally dealt with any type of body dysmorphia and wasn’t interested in taking hormones from Sylvaine despite her offering, deciding she was fine with herself. (In fact, having a noticeable bulge as a female would be seen as desirable among Furies and Sylvaine definitely doesn’t complain).

Anyway, I hope that gives some insight for how it may be in some regions of Mors Astra. I think I just like to imagine animal hierarchies applied to creatures with human intelligence is all idk lol.

[honeytonedhottie]

quality of life‧₊˚✩彡🎐

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HEALTH : ur health is easily the most important of these categories and ur own health must be prioritized in every thing that u do. health is wealth, and without health, ur quality of life will be very low.

eat foods that are good for u and that nourish you, pay close attention to ur body and how it reacts to certain foods cuz everyones body is different and u should have a vast knowledge on your own body and how it works. eat a variety of fruits and vegetables. a helpful ratio in eating that i like to use as a basic guideline is (80% of the time, eat healthier foods and 20% of the time eat what u crave)

stay hydrated and drink between 1-3 liters of water a day, about 15 minutes before u go to sleep drink a couple glasses of water, drinking water before bed literally CLEANSES you, it improves ur skin, helps ur heart pump blood more efficiently, and improves blood pressure and heart rate, which affects ur quality of sleep in a positive way

to continue on the note of ur sleep u should be sleeping 8-10 hours of sleep a night. sleep deprivation is NOT cute, so please opt to sleep at an earlier time and rise at an earlier time as well

aside from what u consume, take care of ur health by taking supplements, drinking lots of teas, sleeping enough, stretching ur body, dry brushing, lymphatic drainage massage etc

MENTAL WELL BEING : september is suicide prevention month so i feel like now is an AMAZING time to bring up mental health and ways that u can improve ur mental state of being.

i always talk about self concept and i always will because self concept truly is the foundation of everything. ur whole entire life is literally ur mindset. keeping a positive outlook, meditating and practicing gratitude sounds cliche but it does wonders for ur happiness.

understand that its okay to NOT feel happy 24/7 because happiness is simply a feeling, and feelings are fleeting. they dont stay forever. i talked about the science of dopamine and what it does to ur brain in a previous post but some things that u can do to improve ur happiness levels are :

cutting back on social media and screen time in order to experience the world around you

surrounding urself with people who build you up

consuming social media that impacts ur mental health in a positive way

if u can, invest in therapy and if u can't do some shadow work, and based on ur discoveries with shadow work use the resources that u have (like youtube) to learn how to heal from ur trauma properly. healing isn't an overnight process, its a journey but it will DRASTICALLY improve ur quality of life.

find ways to cope and deal with ur emotions in a healthy way if ur going through a hard time, if ur going thru a REALLY hard time please go and seek help bcuz u dont deserve to live in a constant state of sadness, and if u ever need encouragement my inbox is always open 💗

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE : ur physical appearance can greatly impact ur quality of life also so here's some way to maximize ur looks:

sleep, drink water, and walk everyday - the best way to be pretty is to be healthy so make sure ur taking care of ur nutrition and ur sleep schedule

skincare - build a solid skincare routine and be consistent with it, do ur skincare RELIGIOUSLY 2x a day and dont touch ur face with ur hands unless ur washing ur face. double cleanse and dont forget to apply spf &lt;33

haircare - learn what ur hair texture is and watch influencers or people who share the same hair texture as u and watch how they take care of their hair. once u know ur hair type then ur hair will thrive and be healthy

clean nails, long or short its all a matter of preference but keep ur nails clean and done nicely

wearing clothes that fit and complement ur body nicely, get ur clothes tailored to fit ur body comfortably

take good care of ur hair to keep it healthy, and learn how to do ur hair in cute hairstyles.

lastly POSTURE will tie all of this together, ofc these categories were rly broad but u can totally look into them more to maximize ur own looks and beauty

i know dear peachie on youtube has AMAZING makeup tips especially if ur a beginner she can teach u a lot

GENERAL : this is just a broad category of helpful things that u can do to improve the quality of ur life.

manifestation : when u learn about the way that the world works and operates and how ur mind creates ur own reality u will literally step into the power of knowing that you create. start committing to ur dream life and learning about law of assumption

finding little things to be happy about : i feel my happiest when im consciously living. and what i mean about this most of us just live our lives on autopilot out of necessity or habit, but paying closer attention to our lives and our experiences and romanticizing our lives will improve the quality of ur life

decision making : make decisions that will give the quality of life that u wanna live. for the future, make decisions that are good for ur future self instead of just focusing on making decisions that only look good in that one moment. ofc this differs depending on the situation but make an effort to make smart decisions that'll set the foundation for ur future

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