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fairestar · 7 months

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“awakened imagination” by neville goddard · a summary

this post is the first of a forthcoming set in which i summarise and simplify neville goddard’s book “awakened imagination”. you can read the original here, and you can check other summaries here. please note this book is heavily reliant on his religion and, as much as i will try to make it as non-religious and simple as possible, there are still passages and comparisons that i can't take out without hindering neville words’ meaning. take these posts as if i were taking notes for future reference during class.

❁ chapter I : who is your imagination?

“imagination” is the kind of word that has been used for so long it has gathered plenty of different meanings, which often oppose each other: thought, hallucination, suspicion... neville identifies “imagination” with the power that makes achievement of our goals inevitable. there is only one thing in the world: imagination, and all our deformations of it. imagination is the very gateway to reality.

according to blake, man is only a natural organ subject to sense; the eternal body of man is imagination: god itself, the divine body. by imagination we have the power to be anything we desire to be; only as we live by imagination can we truly be said to live at all.

with this book, neville wants you to function imaginatively, to open your “immortal eyes inwards into the worlds of thought”, where you have all of your heart's desires ripe and ready to harvest. imagination is the hidden mystery from the ages, the hope of glory.

“every man is mary and birth to christ must give”.

imagination's birth and growth is the gradual transition from a god of tradition to a god of experience. if the birth of imagination in you seems slow it is because you are unwilling to let go of that comfortable, but false, grasp to tradition.

man is the garden in which christ —imagination— sleeps. man is awakened by his imagination getting lifted up to heaven and being made god-like. in the moment of awakening, he meets the test of sonship, of his imagination being christ: the forgiveness of sin (“sin” meaning failing to achieve one's aim in life, falling short of one's ideal; “forgiveness” meaning identification of man with his aim/ideal in life). this tests man's ability to inhabit the nature of his opposite (go from the state of the undesirable self to the state of the desirable self), to perform the work of an awakened imagination.

is imagination power sufficient to, not only enable us to assume, but to execute the idea too?

suppose i desire to be in some other place, but i lack the social and financial resources to do so; could i, just by imagining myself in such place, cause the physical realization? would only my imagination be sufficient to incarnate my desire? does imagination understand what is deducted from the senses? does it recognise the outer world?

suppose i am capable of sustaining the feeling of the wish fulfilled, of acting with continuous imagination; will my assumption harden into fact? and if it does, will i find that my actions throughout this period have been reasonable? after assuming that i already am that which i desire, must i constantly guide myself by “reasonable” ideas and actions so as to cause the fulfillment of my assumption?

the answer to all these questions is that an assumption, though false, if persisted in, will harden into fact; continuous imagination is sufficient for all things, all of our “reasonable” plans and actions won't ever make up for our lack of continuous imagination.

“imagine that you are and you shall be”.

truth depends upon the intensity of imagination, not upon external facts. you become what you imagine. you have a self-determined history. imagination is the truth, the life revealed.

but the thing is, we cannot get hold of truth with the logical mind (stop thinking and worrying about the how! logic does not come into play here, let it go, you don't need it), it cannot be enclosed by facts: as we awaken to the imaginative life, we discover that imagining a thing is to create it, that true judgement doesn't need to conform to the outer world to which it relates (this means, the truth doesn't always look the same as the 3D does at that moment).

the imaginative man does not deny the reality of the sensuous outer world (3D), but knows that the inner world of continuous imagination (4D) is the force by which the outer world comes to pass. he sees the 3D and all its situations as projections of the 4D. to him, everything is a manifestation of the mental activity present in his imagination, without the outer, reasonable man being aware of it. he knows that everyone must become aware of their inner activity, and the relationship between the inner and outer worlds.

the moment you discover that your imagination is god-like, you accomplish acts that can only be described as miraculous. but until you realise that everything you come across is part of yourself, you won't accept that you are the one that has chosen the conditions of your life, that they are in affinity to your mental activity. you must firmly believe that reality lies within you, not without; although others have bodies and lives of their own, their reality is rooted in you and ends in you.

it is a marvelous thing to discover that you can imagine yourself into the state of your wish fulfilled and escape the prison of ignorance. embrace this new knowledge and let go of your past beliefs for they're untrue. live in continuous imagination and make your desires come to pass.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ© fairestar, 2023.

#💐; evolve #law of assumption #awakened imagination #neville goddard #edward art #manifestation #fairestar

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eamour · 1 year

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neville goddard's books

⤷ wanna get into the law of assumption? here you go!

1⌇at your command⌇1939

2⌇your faith is your fortune⌇1941

3⌇freedom for all⌇1942

4⌇feeling is the secret⌇1944

5⌇prayer — the art of believing⌇1945

6⌇the search⌇1946

7⌇out of this world⌇1949

8⌇the power of awareness⌇1952

9⌇awakened imagination⌇1946

10⌇seedtime and harvest⌇1956

11⌇i know my father⌇1960

12⌇the law and the promise⌇1961

13⌇he breaks the shell⌇1964

14⌇resurrection — a confession of faith⌇1966

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀© readnevillegoddard.com

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yourmoonie · 6 months

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YOU ARE HERE TO CREATE AND EXPERIENCE

When you chase a🦋 butterfly, it will fly away from you, even tho you might end up catching that butterfly but you might feel tired, BUT WHAT IF you take a step back and create a beautiful garden/environment for this butterfly to come to YOU? You might end up with not only 1 but 100 more beautiful butterflies

Now apply this to your desires

You aren't here to chase your desires, let them "chase" you. Sit back and enjoy yourself.

Butterfly 🦋 = your desire

You = the conscious creator

The garden = your self-concept

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gophergal · 5 months

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You get wrecked by a Heavy+Medic duo and see one of these taunts before you respawn. How do you react?

(aka: @cursed--alien and I were bullshitting about potential taunts that would kill homophobic gamer boys on sight and these shitty doodles are the result)

#gopher art #team fortress 2 #heavymedic #red oktoberfest #tf2 medic #tf2 heavy #please imagine. im begging you.#if something to this effect got added i would pay so fucking much money for it. i dont give a fuck #also. we were discussing the hilarity of this being some squeaker's gay awakening. he gets annihilated by a heavymedic duo #and they tauntsmooch on his killcam. and he has to re-evaluate something. ie google “am i gay quiz”#see my vision boy

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simplyreveries · 2 months

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can i request ruggie and kalim with a s/o who’s like jessica rabbit? :3

hehe yes<3

ruggie bucchi

before you two got together, ruggie absolutely found himself feeling utterly helpless and nervous around you, believe it or not. though, he plays most of it off with his typical self, you made his mouth go dry sometimes or whenever he's trying to be his deceitful and clever he slips up and even makes a fool of himself at times. he hated it,,, you seemed to outsmart him all the time.

when you visit him during magishift practice or especially games, he finds himself trying so hard to be impressive in front of you. hence him doing his cool hanging-upside-down trick on the broom many times. even though you always adore anything from him, he feels such a sense of satisfaction whenever you have a look of admiration- as you're someone who isn't the easiest to please haha. after a longer and tense game when you come up and hug him tightly pressing a kiss to him - he is smitten and laughs out of nervousness.

he wants to make you happy,, even if that means doing extra work so he can't buy and get you something he thinks would suit your tastes. though you do tell him that's not what you want from him he still tries. it may not be as extravagant, but he loves how it when you kiss him all over. makes everything worth it.

kalim al-asim

he is an absolute loverboy, he is head over heels for you. he is the epitome of that "what do you see in that guy?" "he makes me laugh" scene. because he lives to make you smile and laugh whenever you're with him. he just follows you around and is literally content even being in your presence.

kalim does adore the concern you hold for him when you were dealing with overblots... but the poor guy can't fathom you being concerned for him, he was worried about you. completely tackled you in a hug when you came back from styx. sighing in relief, he still knew you were tough- keeping your cool as always.

he gets all giggly and blushes whenever you press kisses against his face. he won't even seem to notice the lipstick marks left on him. if someone were to point out a smudged one on the corner of his cheek, he'd be flustered a bit and blurt out "oh! thanks hehe" and rub it off. he doesn't seem to mind; he loves it in fact.

#she was my awakening when i was younger #twst #disney twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst headcanons #twst imagines #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #kalim x reader #ruggie x reader #kalim al asim x reader #ruggie bucchi x reader

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proffbon · 4 days

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NATHANIEL HOWE

#I didn't get this banter on my first ever playthrough of the series #so you can imagine the speed with which my head turned when I heard these two talking about this on a replay #dragon age #dragon age awakening #nathaniel howe #anders #da justice #for legal reasons this is a joke

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a-path-by-the-moon · 16 days

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yoodokjas · 1 year

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the "I'm not interested in men" line debuted in the webtoon newest (still behind paywall) chapter and mfers on reddit are like "hah finally the shippers' dreams are crushed" you Fool, you illiterate buffoon. you Do Not understand yaoi literature like I do and it shows. if the many, many, many novels, mangas and doujinshis that I've read have taught me ANYTHING is the irrefutable fact that this single line is PEAK homosexuality and you Cannot actually prove me wrong

#orv #joongdok #yoo joonghyuk #baby's had his gay awakening 1864 timelines ago he just had amnesia #kim dokja #ok but yjh is so right tbh imagine being interested in Men in this day and age #now kdj tho haha that's a different story

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miratastic · 7 days

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Feyd spanking-

yes. oh my god yes. went a little bit overboard with this one, hope u enjoy !

feyd has rules. rules that he expects you to follow. he needs you to listen, to be obedient and good. he likes it when you’re soft, and floaty and treat him like he’s the only thing you need (which let’s be honest, he is). he likes having control over you. likes to tell you what you can wear, who you can talk to, what you can and can’t do around geidi prime. if you obey him, he treats you. spoils you with gifts exported from other planets, takes you to his favourite childhood hideouts, lets you cum as many times as you want. if you’re really good he uses his mouth on you and makes you cum so hard you black out.

feyd doesn’t give second chances. the second you start acting up, say your outfit is more low cut than usual, or you’re being bratty and saying no to him, he will waste no time. discipline is very important to feyd. he would drag you by the wrist, ignoring your shocked outburst at his sudden aggression, to his private chambers. you think you’re so smart by telling him that he’s overreacting, and that you’re not doing anything wrong. feyd would snarl in response, veins in his forehead ticking. he would be fuming, you’d be able to hear his teeth gritting together as he throws you over his lap. this entire time he hasn’t said an entire word and you’re starting to get worried. you realise that maybe trying to rile him up was a bad idea. “feyd,” you’d say uncertainly, wriggling in his strong hold. “let me go.”

the sharp sound of fabric tearing is his response. he’s ripped a gaping hole in your clothes, giving him full access to your ass and upper thighs.

“here i thought you were good. here i thought i had taught you manners.” his voice is gravelly, fury barely contained as he strokes your skin.

“feyd-feyd m’sorry okay? i won’t do it again, i promise!” he’d reduced you down to a whimpering, pathetic, mess and he hadn’t even started yet. “please let me go.”

feyd laughs at you. it’s menacing and scary and you tremble where you lay. “it’s too late for you. if you were my pretty pet we wouldn’t be here right now. if you were the good pet i know, you’d be cumming on my cock tonight. but you aren’t good are you? no, good pets fucking listen to their owners. you deserve this.”

the first spank against your ass hurts. he wasn’t starting off soft or giving you a chance to get used to it. feyd puts all his power into it, years of warrior training being obvious with how the pain radiates through you. you cry out, tears immediately running down your face. “f-feyd!”

“count.”

you whimper out a quiet ‘one,’ and he hums, “maybe there’s hope for you yet.”

he spanks you again, this time it hits the thin skin just under your left cheek, and you jerk up his lap from the impact. feyd doesn’t offer comfort through his punishment; doesn’t soothe the reddened skin with his large hands. he doesn’t even wait long enough for you to catch up before he’s doing it again.

feyd makes you count all of them. he keeps going until he’s satisfied he’s erased the badness from you. if you lose count or take to long to answer, he starts again from the top. he keeps going until you’re just a sniffling, drooly wreck with a bruised and battered ass.

when he’s done he would pick you up and seat you over his hardened cock, not caring if it hurts you. your head would find itself burrowing into his chest, wet faced and snotty nosed. “m’sorry, m’really really sorry. m’gonna be good for you, m’gonna be a good pet for you, won’t make you mad ‘nymore. won’t be a brat, i’ll listen and be good.”

feyd’s palm would come up and rub your head, and you’d start crying again from how good it felt to finally have comforting touch from him. he’d bring his other arm across your waist, hugging you tight into him, continuing to stroke your hair.

“c’mere sweet thing. you took your punishment well, pretty. did good for me didn’t you? yes, that’s right, did so good for me baby. you’ve learnt your lesson haven’t you? perfect pet, i’ll take care of you now.”

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whorediaries-09 · 7 months

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hii i hope you’re doing well!! could i please request sex w harry that starts off rough because it’s exam season + added stress from voldy and it’s been awhile so he can’t get enough of the reader!! but then he kinda breaks and is less rough and much more loving & romantic w/ prompt #7 :)

hi love! i love this request so much! i hope my writing does justice to it 😵‍💫

keep your body open,

pairing- harry potter x reader warning(s)- 18+ content, drinking. a/n- my mans so underrated in his own series.

prompt - breeding + 'let me cum in you. please let me fuck my babies into you.'

ps - i know your request didn't have breeding kink in it, but without a kink, the whole point of kinkotober is missed. so i hope you don't mind xoxo

the slut club kinkotober rules kinkotober masterlist

'so hard to ignore ya, 'specially when I'm smoking, swim world is on my shoulders, keep your body open, swim'

his lips trail over your neck, his teeth sinking into your skin. the alcohol staggering his heavy breathes. if someone told you that harry james potter would be straddling your hips, and kissing you so feverishly, as if he couldn't get enough of you, you would have laughed. but now that he was upon you, breathing you in, touching you in the ways you'd only fantasized about in your wildest dreams.

but now that he was upon you all of it seemed to be real. he captured your lips with yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth, teeth biting your lower lip as your tongue tantalized a dance with his. his hands worked on the buttons of your blouse, and you fingers fiddled with the button of his trousers. he moaned into your mouth and left your lips, a string of saliva connecting your lips.

'you don't know how long i've wanted you,' he breathed, sliding down your skirt down your hips. with a dazed look at your naked raw self, his tone grew sturdy,

'tell me what you want.' he demanded. with a gazed look of need and lust in your eyes, you fluttered your eyelashes and spoke, your voice breaking as he positioned his cock at your slit.

'i want you to fuck me,' you plead. he grunted,

'fucking pathetic.' he teases the tip of his erection at your clit and you let out heavy breathes, your chest heaving. he pushed his cock into you, a wanton moan leaving your lips. your walls gripped him tight, and he heaved a sigh, letting you adjust with the his girth. you closed your eyes as he slowly started moving his cock out and pushed himself back again. he takes your hands and places them on his chest, motioning you to get rid of his t-shirt. your nails dig into the fabric, tearing it off, and he starts to indulge in the warmth of your core with the most animalistic speed you had experienced.

'fuck;' you scream, as he curls his hand under your waist, pulling your body closer to his, breathing heavily into your neck as his pace brutally ravaged you from within. he tore apart the walls of your sanity and it was a like a mercurial high, when you felt him hit your spot. the nerves prodding at his cock brushed with your cunt so perfectly, you thought you'd pass out. he was a bit too brutal, occupied in his own headspace to show you his desire for you.

'harry...please sl-shit-slower,' you whispered. his breathing hitched with the way you said his name, and he slowed down his pace, enjoying the way you pussy engulfed him, letting you enjoy the blissful mannerism of his touch.

you felt the bubbling coil of the orgasm erupting in your stomach. your nails dug into the his toned back, as you felt the slow, lazy drag of his cock in you. it set fireworks in your heart, collywobbles consuming you and a light of fiery fire of lust that had to be broken down.

you bit his shoulder, your fingers crawling down to your clit to rub it, but he slapped your hand away. he grunted, his heavy breathe sending shuddering tickles down your spine.

'who's cunt is this?' you merely groaned at the question, desperate for your release.

'i said who's cunt is this.' he demanded, his pace faster now, your guts bottling up the orgasm which peaked,

'yours, yours, please let me cum,' you screamed, as his finger rubbed your clit in circles. your walls clenched around his girth, as you felt your orgasm escape, the tension leaving your stomach, and you let out a wanton shout of relief. his hand loosened around your back as he rammed into you, chasing his own release. half begging, half dazed by your exhausted beauty, he groaned,

'let me cum in you. please let me fuck my babies into you.'

your cheeks blazed hot as you replied,

'go ahead harry, give me your babies,' he growled, as you clenched around him, feeling his white hot seed spilling inside you

'keep your body open,'

#harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter smut #harry potter imagine #harry potter fanfic #hp fanfic #harry potter ootp #harry potter fandom #harry potter rp #harry potter magic awakened #harry james potter #hp fanart #harry potter fanart #hp fandom #harry potter x y/n #harry potter x you #kinkotober

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crystalflygeo · 1 year

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Sinful voice pt.2 ft “Morax”/Prof!Zhongli + fem!reader (modern AU)

cw/tags: Voice kink, daddy kink, dirty talk, female masturbation, oral and fingering implied but like it's just fantasizing?? petnames (sweetheart, babygirl, dear) Reader is DOWN BAD LMAO and suffers second hand embarrasment.

notes: EVERYBODY SAY THANK YOU @localplaguenurse!!They gave me a F A N T A S T I C idea that just inspired me to continue this wip and ended up not even being featured here yet but HEY... future p3!! //winkwink. That said I did NOT expect how much this would blow up and how ppl loved it and wanted more, y'all gonna make me giddy and/or cry pls (consider checking some of my other stuff too mayhaps? <3) Anyway I REALLY hope this delivers bc boi am I afraid of not meeting expectations vcgvhjbnjnmklal

Weeks had passed since your ‘big discovery’ and you still weren’t quite sure what to do with this information.

At first you chalked it up to just your imagination because… there was no way, right? Your new professor could just have a… similar voice… yeah… that was it.

Except the more you listened to his long-winded explanations the more you picked up certain words and intonations here and there and you knew you were just fooling yourself.

A lot had happened in these last few weeks, from organizing your new living space, to meeting your roommates, to grocery shopping, classes, and you had even considered the idea of maybe getting a part time job somewhere close by. There were plenty of small shops and places around the college campus neighborhood that not only offered valuable services to poor college students but also the opportunity to make a bit of money to help them out.

It had all been rather exhausting and stressing, exams, essays and projects were already starting too…

Lying back in bed you sigh and roll over, feeling the familiar faint throb of desire pooling between your legs, one you’d never really managed to sate with a person so much as with fantasies. But tonight, as you lay awake in bed aching for your usual touch, you feel conflicted.

Ever since that very first day you just couldn’t bring yourself to open up Morax’s website again. Hell, a new month had rolled over and you’d dutifully paid the subscription along with your other usual bills.

Part of you was itching for it, curious, frustrated.

And very very horny.

Thing is, your fantasies had often featured a faceless man, strong, imposing and dominating, taking you like a blushing maiden and making you beg for the pleasure he’d give, allowing him to do anything he wanted with your heated body. Now that man had a face… your history professor Mr. Zhongli.

You used to get off to imaginings of Morax tying you up and having his way with you, teasing you, fucking you into the mattress and making you cum over and over. Now it was Mr. Zhongli. Polite and courteous Mr. Zhongli with his refined gestures and well-mannered demeanor.

You wanted to cum, to reach that high and come undone and let out all the pent-up stress and frustration until you melted into a puddle and didn’t have to think about classes or money or life anymore, but the second your fingers began to rub at your clit, Mr. Zhongli’s voice would hit you with that even tone he used when scolding someone for gossiping during his lecture.

“Disgraceful behavior…”

A hot flash of shame burned at your face but for whatever reason it just turned you on more. You wanted to get fucked so bad you felt like you were going insane. You wanted that man to pin you up against a wall and thrust inside you until you turned into an incoherent moaning mess. You wanted to get bent over at his desk and filled up with cum until you were left gaping and oozing and told what a good girl you are. You wanted to get fucked on your hands and knees squirming and crying from overstimulation.

Lying in bed, you squeezed a pillow against your face and screamed.

You wanted to fuck your handsome history professor Mr. Zhongli.

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It’s barely first period and you couldn’t concentrate.

You were sleepy, hungry and overall, in a bad mood. Standing in line at the cafeteria for a much-needed morning coffee and some snack you yawn and browse around your phone. Math. Gods you hated math.

At least you didn’t have history today. That was a whole other can of worms.

You figured you’d eventually have to get over it but it was just… so bizarre. Mr. Zhongli was quite the popular teacher, you’d learned. Extremely knowledgeable in various topics, a strict but kind and just teacher and good looking on top of all.

No wonder the upperclassmen flocked around him, probably half the campus lowkey had a crush on him, male and female students alike. It was genuinely a miracle he was not married or even had a significant other apparently.

And he was also Morax. Sensual dominating Morax who would just not leave your head-

“Good morning, how may I help you?” The cashier called out cheerfully and you pulled out of your thoughts.

“Morn-”

“Good morning.”

You gasp so sharply you almost launch into a coughing fit; your eyes widen and whole body tenses and oh shit-

Somehow you manage to trip and fall in the clumsiest, stupidest way possible.

“Woah-!”

“Miss?!”

Except you don’t actually fall, but someone manages to hold you, a hand grabbing your arm and the other pressed against your back steadying you as your poor brain goes into overdrive.

That voice!

It’s him!

Too close!

What is he doing here?!

Way too close!!

The seconds it takes for you to react feel like ages as you stare up at Mr. Zhongli like a deer caught in the headlights.

His hands are warm…

His cologne smells soooo good.

His eyes are gorgeous!

He’s so hot!!

“Are you alright Miss l/n?”

“I’M FINE! I-I’m fine!” You yelp, way louder than intended (or normal) and quickly scoot back to put some distance between yourself and the handsome professor. He picks up his dropped bag and dusts it a little, as well as his clothes, still pristine as ever. “I… think I got a little dizzy s-sorry I haven’t eaten yet and… yeah…” You chuckle nervously.

You see him frown slightly. “Going without food for long periods of time can be quite dangerous.” He states, obviously concerned. “Maybe you should head to the infirmary see Dr Baizhu, you look quite pale and the dizziness could be a symptom of low blood pressure. Do you have anything sugary to eat or drink?”

“I w-was about to buy something…”

“It might be best for you to sit down for the moment.” He nods, resolute. “Allow me.”

…And that’s how you end up sitting at one of the nearby small tables with a little glazed donut and a bottle of water, courtesy of your dear history professor.

You stare at the little treat in your hands, half eaten already as he insisted, at least your hands stopped shaking and some color returned to your face. Mr. Zhongli seemed content enough, sitting across from you.

“T-Thank you.” You mumble, refusing to meet his gaze. “How much was it? I’ll pay you back I have som-”

He sees you rummaging through you bag and raises a hand. “None of that, you needed it. I’m glad to see you’re looking a little better, please take care of yourself, health is very important.”

“Um, ok.”

Then he smiles, and it’s gentle, soft. “You’re Miss l/n, right? One of the new students from my history class?”

Huh?

“You didn’t do very well on the essay assignment…”

Ack. You sigh and take another bite of the small donut. “History is just… not my strong suit. Too many dates and names to remember.”

He chuckles and oh God who gave him the right to make that sound? Your skin tingles.

“Fair enough. I know my classes can be a little daunting, I’m very particular about certain topics and tend to ramble sometimes. But I can tell you really put effort into classes and pay attention to my lectures.” He looks pensive for a moment. “Let me propose something. I usually impart some private tutoring sessions to students on more advanced levels, but I could make an exception for you. If you have time available it could help lift your grades.”

You stare up at him in surprise, grateful to not have a mouthful of donut or you would have probably choked again like an idiot. Did you hear that right? A private tutoring session after hours at his office?!

Now that sounded like a title for one of Morax’s audios: Hot professor bangs his stu-NOPE.

“I-I’ll think about it! Sure.”

He nods and gets up, sparing a glance at his watch. “I have to leave now, please do consider it. And do try to eat at more regular intervals and take better care of yourself, you look quite tired.”

A polite way of saying you had marked eyebags, yep.

“I’ll try.” You mumble. Suddenly a little sad to see him go. “Professor… thank you.”

There’s that smile again, you could melt. “You’re welcome, my dear.”

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And yet that night, you’re once again rolling in bed unable to sleep.

My dear.

You couldn’t stop thinking on the whole incident, you’d certainly made a fool of yourself but the memory of his strong arms holding you, touch firm but gentle. The scent of his cologne that you wish had clung more on your clothes.

You really were down bad, this is ridiculous…

You bite your lip.

You shouldn’t. You shouldn’t.

Oh but you will, just one wouldn’t hurt.

Quite the opposite actually…

Unable to contain yourself (or your horniness) you take no time to pop in your earbuds and start scrolling. Hmm… there had been a couple new additions in these last weeks.

You can’t help but wonder why he does these. When. How. You never really considered or thought on it before, Morax has quite a lot of patrons (not a surprise) and thought you know nothing about sound and video recording or editing technically he’s making money just by using that honeyed velvet voice of his. That had to bring in some cash, right?

But then again, if you knew anything about these types of subscriptions it was that they required constancy and that meant hard work and dedication. Did he enjoy these? He really puts in the effort given the amazing quality…

You can’t help but picture your handsome professor unwinding a little after a long day, casual clothes, a cup of that tea he loves and setting up to record those dirty words and sinful moans.

Did he sometimes get worked up about these too? Did he also touch himself during or after recording a particular scenario? Sitting back slightly sprawled on the chair, brow slightly furrowed, stroking his co-

Aaahhhh you needed to stop thinking on him.

…

Yeah right.

“Daddy eats you out and prepares you for his big cock.”

Well, this looks promising.

The audio starts like many others, with some dialogue from him and setting the scene and oh… you had kind of missed the playful teasing tilt of Morax’s voice. You can’t help but chuckle lightly, this scene is so domestic. He calls you “sweetheart”, “babygirl” and there are the kissy noises.

You wish you could kiss him…

“Hmmm… daddy’s gonna get you nice and ready. Spread your legs for me.” Oh, you certainly do. “Daddy’s gonna get down here between them.”

You rub at your tights slowly, sensual, remembering his larger hands.

“Oh your little pussy is already so wet and swollen.” Morax coos, voice soft and airy. “You think it’s already ready I know.” He chuckles. “But you know daddy’s cock is big, yeah, your little pussy’s gonna need to stretch a little bit hm?” A kiss.

You whine.

“Shhh daddy’s gonna make you feel so good sweetheart.”

Lewd wet noises invade your ears and you waste no time starting to stroke yourself, slow and tender. He groans and sighs and you whimper, hips jolting from the bed.

Gods how was he so…

“Yeah… nice and gentle hmm, we’re gonna have so much fun.”

His words were a complete 180 from the long lectures about politics and wars, and yet, his voice…

“D-Daddy…” You sigh. “Please!”

“Oh I love how sensitive your little clit is… you like that babygirl?”

You rub and stroke at the little bundle of nerves and see stars already.

You were so pent up, so needy. Your orgasm was already building too quickly, mewling and whining at his words, his noises, trying to match the pace and follow his instructions.

“That’s a good girl.”

“F-Fuck-”

Your eyebrows furrow, your body trembles and you bit your lip to contain your noises. Morax warns you when he adds a finger, and after a few seconds another, chuckling low at how you clench, praising you, coaxing out your pleasure.

You can only picture him at the end of the bed, licking and sucking obscenely at your juices, pumping those slender fingers in and out, in and out…

That tantalizing voice teasing you, your fingers knotting that dark brown hair tipped amber, golden eyes staring up at you half-lidded but feral and fascinated. Focusing on you. Only you.

“A-Ah! Mhmm…”

“Now I want you to cum babygirl come on, in five… four…”

You stroke and pump faster, frantic, lost in that rapidly approaching high.

“Three… two…”

You cry out, a spark cursing through your veins.

“One… hmmm that’s it my dear.”

“Z-Zhongli…!”

He ushers you out of your release with soft words before saying something else, but your mind is floating and hazy. Your take off the earbuds and place them away catching your breath for a moment, arm draped over your face, the audio still has a long way to go but you’re drowsy and sleepy so you decide to call it a night.

It is only a little later, once you’re done with a quick cleaning and putting everything away, curled up under the covers and dozing off that you realize…

Shit.

You’d called not for Morax but Zhongli.

#genshin smut #zhongli smut #genshin x reader #zhongli x reader #zhongli x you #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact smut #crys writes #fem reader #professor zhongli #man I really hope this doesn't feel rushed or forced vghbjnk pls I tried my best OTL I know the scene jumps are jarring but #fun fact 1 when I was in uni there was this one beautiful amazing french teacher that half the campus had a crush on #literally everyone loved her she was amazing she was not my bi awakening but boi she CEMENTED it #and it's funny bc literally like ??? girls and boys crushing HARD on her and she was bi and SINGLE and so kind and cool and around our age #anyway that's zhongli 1000%#fun fact 2 I once almost fainted at uni bc I had. in fact. not eaten breakfast or dinner the night before #and my blood pressure just dropped also bc the heat didn't help so rip I got better with a coca cola tho

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“awakened imagination” by neville goddard · a summary

this post is the second of a forthcoming set in which i summarise and simplify neville goddard’s book “awakened imagination”. you can read the original here, and you can check other summaries here. please note this book is heavily reliant on his religion and, as much as i will try to make it as non-religious and simple as possible, there are still passages and comparisons that i can't take out without hindering neville’s meaning. take these posts as if i were taking notes for future reference during class.

❁ chapter II : sealed instructions.

“the first power that meets us at the threshold of the soul's domain is the power of imagination” — dr. franz hartmann.

neville was first made conscious of the power of imagination through the teachings of his friend abdullah, and he then learned of the coming of imagination to man and the test of sonship, the ability of man to identify himself or another with his aim in life. without this identification, the forgiveness of sin (see chapter one) is impossible and only the son of god can forgive sin. therefore, man's ability to identify with his aim, though reason and senses deny it, is proof of the birth of christ in him; to passively surrender to appearances and the evidence of facts is to confess that christ is not yet born in you (meaning: still identifying to what your senses show you signifies confessing that you haven't yet accepted your true power).

although repelled at first, this teaching took deep root. but still, neville felt uncomfortable when everything he had ever taken for granted was shaken. nonetheless, once in knowledge of the law, not a trace of literal understanding was left: when someone is faced with the law and its implications, all logic is destroyed.

he often asked himself “if my imagination is christ and all things are possible to him, are all things possible to me?”; he then came to take comfort in knowing that all he experienced was the result of his own standard of beliefs, that he was the center of his own web of circumstances and as he changed, so did his outer world.

the world presents different appearances according as our states of consciousness differ.

the state from which we think is what determines the objective world in which we live. what we see when we are identified with a state (everything you believe and consent to as true) cannot be seen when we are no longer fused with it. no idea presented to the mind can realize itself unless the mind accepts it: it depends on the acceptance, the state with which we identify, how things present themselves.

in the fusion of imagination and states is to be found the shaping of the world as it seems: it is a revelation of the states that are fused with imagination. the good man and the bad man, they are what they are by virtue of the state they view the world from; the distinctions between their worlds depend on the distinctions between their states. if you want to be the good one (or the rich, the powerful, the beautiful, etc.) you shouldn't match his actions or behaviour, but his point of view.

outer changes are useless if the inner state is not changed. success isn't gained by imitating the actions of the successful ones, but by the right inner actions and conversations.

the famous barbados story.

in 1933, neville went to his friend abdullah with a problem: he wanted to spend the winter in barbados, but he was broke. abdullah responded “if you'll imagine yourself to be there, thinking and viewing the world from that state of consciousness instead of thinking of barbados, you will spend the winter there. you mustn't concern yourself with how you'll get there, because if you imagination occupies the state of already being in barbados, then it will devise the means best suited to realise itself; you must imagine yourself right into the state of your fulfilled desire and fall asleep viewing the world from barbados. this is not mere fancy, but a truth you can prove by experience”. neville set to work right that moment, he dismissed the senses of his present state and fixed his thoughts towards the feeling of being in barbados and viewing the world from that standpoint. for several nights he fell asleep in the assumption of being in his father's house in barbados. within a month, he received a letter from his brother saying he wanted to have the family together for christmas and to use the steamship ticket he sent him to go to barbados. he sailed two days after.

the world as we describe from observation must be as we describe it relative to ourselves: people live by committing themselves to invisible states, by fusing their imagination with what they know to be other than themselves, and in this union they experience the results of that fusion.

no one can lose what they have, unless they detach from the state where the experienced things have their natural life (no one can lose what they have unless they stop inhabiting the state of their wish fulfilled). imagination connects us with the desired state, but we must use it masterfully, not as an onlooker thinking of the end, but as a partaker thinking from the end. we must actually be there in imagination, if we manage to do so then our subjective experience will be realised objectively (if we are there in imagination, then we will be there in the outer world too).

abdullah's appeal to enter the state of the wish fulfilled was the secret of thinking from the end. every state is already there as a “mere possibility” as long as you think of it, but is overpoweringly real when you think from it. he also emphasized the importance of the state from which people view the world as they fall asleep, as all prophets claim that the voice of god is chiefly heard by man in dreams.

this experience showed neville that man can be anything he pleases if he makes the wish fulfilled his dwelling state and thinks from the end, and that he could no longer excuse himself by placing the blame on the world, that it all depends on the state from which he views the world. a man who is free in his choice acts from conceptions he chooses, although not always wisely. all conceivable states are waiting for us to occupy them but no amount of rationalising will yield us to them: we need faith, not proof.

the imaginative state is the only thing we seek.

the ultimate purpose of imagination is continual identification with our ideal. only by identifying ourselves with our aim can we forgive ourselves for having missed it; all other work is in vain. on this path, whatever place we convey in our imagination we will also physically gravitate to.

by sleeping in his father's house in imagination as though he slept there in the flesh, he fused his imagination with that state and was compelled to experience it in the flesh. so vivid was this to him he could have been actually seen in his father's house: a man can be seen where he is in imagination because he must be where his imagination is, for his imagination is himself.

determined imagination (thinking from the end) is the beginning of all miracles, though “miracle” is the name given by those who have no knowledge of the power and function of imagination. imagining oneself into the feeling of the wish fulfilled is the means by which a new state is entered, this gives the state its is-ness quality (makes it be).

“that which is, is manifested; that which has been or shall be, is unmanifested, but not dead; for soul, the eternal activity of god, animates all things”. the future must become the present in the imagination of that who wisely creates circumstances, vision must be translated into being, thinking of into thinking from. imagination must center itself in some state and view the world from it.

the purpose of life is the appeasement of hunger.

...and the infinite states of consciousness from which a man can view the world are purely a means of satisfying that hunger. this means, you crave the feeling caused by having that which you desire (not the thing itself) and to appease that hunger you occupy the state of the wish fulfilled.

desire is the mainspring of the mental machinery, it is a right and natural craving which has a state of consciousness as its right and natural satisfaction: every craving (desire) has a means of satisfaction (state of that specific wish fulfilled).

you must want it.

it's necessary to have an aim in life, we drift without it. and in defining our aim, we must want it, for lack of this passionate direction in life is what makes us fail to accomplish it.

the spanning of the bridge between desire (thinking of) and satisfaction (thinking from) is all-important: we must move mentally from thinking of to thinking from the end. reason could never do this because it's restricted to the evidence of the senses, but since imagination has no such limitation, it can do it.

desire exists to be gratified in the activity of imagination: through it, man escapes from the limitation of the senses and reason. there's no stopping a man who can think from the end, for he creates the means and grows his way out of limitation.

it doesn't matter what you've been or what you are now, all that matters is “what do you want?”. knowing that every desire is waiting and ready for the one who thinks from the end, the free one is indifferent to mere reasonable probability and confident that through continuous imagination their desire will harden into fact.

how to persuade people everywhere that thinking from the end is the only living?

how to foster it in their every activity? how to reveal it as the plenitude of life and not the compensation of the disappointed? life is a controllable thing! you can experience what you please once you realise that you are what you are by virtue of the state of consciousness from which you think and view the world.

if every existing thing comes from the state you are occupying, why not change that state so the world conforms to your wishes? why not take hold of this power, instead of continuously placing the blame on “outside” circumstances?

#💐; evolve #law of assumption #awakened imagination #neville goddard #edward art #manifestation #fairestar

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flashhwing · 10 months

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man Anders’ introduction in da2 is so good if you haven’t played awakening. like the buildup, beginning with Varric introducing the concept of a Grey Warden and the rumor that there’s one in the city, making him sound, purely in concept, like a total badass. Lirene talking about “search for the lit lantern in darktown. If your need is great enough, Anders will be within” like he’s some legend, an urban myth. then you walk into the clinic and see this incredibly human man with just a hint of something Otherworldly, exhausted beyond belief but still whipping around to put himself between you and his patients, marking himself as a protector with a voice that rings ethereal

and then within five seconds he starts rambling about his cat

#I love him so much #Anders #dragon age #this has been a post #his intro is also good if you HAVE played awakening but I imagine it’s harder to take him seriously on the outset

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hajimedics · 2 months

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welcome home persona AU, aka mostly an excuse for me to draw my human designs in classy children’s fairytale-inspired outfits

#welcome home #welcome home restoration project #whrp persona AU #wally darling #eddie dear #frank frankly #sally starlet #julie joyful #senjart #senja when he has a hyperfixation: crossover it with ANOTHER hyperfixation #already wrote down their arcanas and persona names THIS HYPERFIX STUFF IS SERIOUS #they are named mostly from books and opera ….. giving it more of a fairytale feeling #I think the AU’s main themes and storyline is about the strings of fate and deciding your own life….. like maruki’s dreamworld #their persona awakenings are basically them being bound by strings/chains/vines/etc and they break out and yell their persona names!!!!#BECAUSE THEYRE TRAPPED…. PUPPETS IN A STRING…… BOUND BY FATE…. YANNOW YANNOWWWWWWWW #AND THEN THEY GOT THEIR OUTFIT AND THE SICK P5 GUITAR RIFF PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND #’’yes we’re forced to come into terms that our reality and the cope of our imagination has been limited but at least we got these outfits’’#(sally voice) DON QUIXOTE! AGIDYNE!!!!!#also Home is the navi. it speaks as a disembodied voice that’s creaks and bangs to outsiders and coherent voices for persona users

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veryberryjelly · 8 months

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Hi! I love your fan fictions! I was wondering (First time requesting ever) if you could do a FIC for Mattheo or Theodore based on exile and the readers dealing with self hate, and anxiety , and they feel so alone and push him away because the readers scared to accept her feelings and afraid she’ll get left, and no one loves or cares about her? ALSO THAT FANFIC U JUST MADE WAS SO CUTE OMG-

𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

🥰 thank you, this request is so up my street, i hope you enjoy it

also, i took this to mean body issues kinda self hate, i hope that's what you were going for. <3

this was unprecedented.

you had a date to the yule ball.

your best friend had asked you a couple of weeks ago and you were more than excited to accept his offer.

you had been crushing on him for two years.

and even though you were pretty sure he was asking you as a friend, this was an opportunity you could not pass up.

you and your girl friends had dedicated a saturday to dress shopping three weeks before the ball at a shop in hogsmeade.

while your friends had no trouble picking the perfect dresses very quickly, it took you a lot longer to find one that didnt accentuate every single flaw you could pin point in the mirror.

in the end you chose the dress you felt looked best.

you wanted to look beautiful for mattheo.

but even with a beautiful dress you didnt feel good enough for him. he was perfect and you really weren't.

in the few weeks between getting your dress and the dance, you seemed to recede into yourself.

keeping quiet during meals and spending most of your time in your dorm with the curtains drawn around your bed.

as you stood there in your dorm before the dance, you couldnt even bring yourself to look in the mirror.

you knew you didnt look as good as your friends.

or any of the other girls in the school for that matter.

one by one your dorm mates filtered out of the room in their dresses and down to the common room to meet their dates.

sitting on the edge of your bed, you could not move.

you didnt want to go down there and disappoint.

but it seemed that staying in your dorm didnt stop mattheo from seeing you in your dress.

a knock at your door attracted your attention and you picked up your eyes from where they had been focused on your fiddling hands.

you found mattheo stood in your doorway.

you were almost floored with how good he looked in a suit.

" hey, what're you doing up here? been waiting for you downstairs " he spoke simply, approaching where you sat on your bed.

" 'm sorry. i didn't mean to keep you waiting for so long..." you dropped your eyes back down to your hands, running the fabric of your dress between your fingers.

" don't worry about it, love. just want to know how someone who looks so beautiful can seem so upset. " his hand lifted to brush some hair behind your ear.

beautiful...

" i- i don't feel beautiful.." were the only words you could muster to come out of your mouth.

" what..." his words were quiet and stunned.

he stood from your bed and you feared he was realising that you were right and leaving.

so you clenched your eyes shut to prevent any tears falling from your eyes and to prevent you from seeing him walk out that door.

but when you felt his hands on yours, your eyes fluttered open again and you found him crouched infront of you with both of your hands clenched in his.

" sweetheart, you are the most beautiful girl i've ever seen... "

" you're just saying that, i know i'm not as pretty as the other girls here-"

" you cannot compare yourself to those girls. they're rude and dull and none of them hold a candle to how stunning you are "

suddenly you felt like you should cry for a whole other reason.

#·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 #·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ 𝐟𝐢𝐜 #golden trio #mattheo riddle fluff #mattheo riddle imagine #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle smut #mattheo riddle #golden trio incorrect quotes #golden trio era #golden trio fanart #golden trio rp #harry potter #harry potter movies #harry potter rp #harry potter fanart #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fandom #harry potter magic awakened

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lady ren

summary: you're kylo ren's wife. the resistance thinks he's taking advantage of you, but little do they know... warnings: reader goes by she/her pronouns, short reader, major character death, no y/n use, reader was a jedi, kylo ren is a warning himself.

(my works are diverse to all races and ethnic backgrounds, as a mixed race girlie i feel yall's pain my fellow poc's)

a/n: i've been gone far to long, but i've discovered the beauty called kylo ren. also he looks so hot in that gif.... love dat emo space daddy.

When Rey first saw you, you were on Jakku. Surrounded by The Knights of Ren, you looked tiny, your arm latched onto Kylo's waist as he towered over you, looking brooding in his mask. You had vanished shortly after, but Rey had gotten a glance at you. Beautiful. Shiny hair, glowing skin. But not...evil. You didn't look like you belonged with the First Order. In fact, you gave off an aura somewhat like a Jedi.

Little did they know... you had been. You and Kylo were both trained under Luke Skywalker to become Jedi, and had become close friends, although Skywalker had tried to split you up. The darkness in Ben had slowly grown into you, and the night that Luke tried to kill him was the breaking point. You had ran and joined the First Order. At first you kept mostly to yourself. Following Ben- now Kylo, wherever he went. As he slowly gained respect in the First Order, and caught attention of Supreme Leader Snoke, so did you. You were both praised for leaving the Jedi, and soon people became afraid of Kylo... but they might as well have been more scared of you.

You were quiet, but you were also funny, even in the gravest of situations, which was somewhat disconcerting. Although you usually listened, rather than talked, when you did have something to say, everyone listened. Not to mention the fact that you bested some of the First Order's most prized soldiers. You were Kylo's closest confidant, his only friend, and the only one who could calm him down (especially when he decided to wreak havoc on some poor lab tech's control panel.)

It was no surprise when he asked for your hand in marriage, and you got engaged. Kylo wanted the wedding to be perfect, waiting to become officially married until you could both return to his home planet, Chandrila. But there was much to do before that.

Rey told Leia and Han of their son's mysterious mistress. The beautiful woman, standing in the heat of Jakku. Of course, they were shocked, at the mere thought of their son having... anyone. But intead of elation, as a mother might usually feel for a son, General Organa felt worry. She had no idea who this woman was, if her son was using her, or if it could be the other way around.

Han had been worried too. But it was his nature to be more curious. So when he first saw you, watching from a bridge above, guarded by two of The Knights of Ren, he had to wave, and you waved right on back. You tapped the ring on your finger and smiled, doing a little dance. But wherever you were, Kylo was always nearby, and as you watched Kylo storm onto the bridge to see his father, you grimaced and pointed at the flurry of darkness.

Rey and Finn watched you, perplexed, as to how someone could take the entire situation so lightly. "Who does she think she is?" Finn had asked, slightly annoyed. "I don't know" Rey replied simply, watching intently as Kylo approached his father, and you leaned over the railing slightly smiling.

Kylo turned back to look up at you, just before approaching his Han, and you audibly giggled. Rey had scoffed. Rey and Finn's eyes bounced between the scene unfolding before them, with you, talking quietly to the two knights, Ushar and Vircrul, and Kylo and Han, seemingly... rekindling?

And finally... Kylo took his helmet off. It dropped to the ground. He quickly looked at you, and you winked, biting your lip. Vircrul probably snorted (but he would never admit it.) And just as Kylo was about to shockingly give his lightsaber to his father...

Rey and Finn watched in horror as the lightsaber went through Hans. They were both frozen in shock, and looking up, expecting you to see the same. But you weren't terrified. You weren't even shocked. You simply smiled down on Kylo, and made your way down to see him. As Han's body fell of the bridge, you squealed in delight. You picked up Kylo's mask, rose up on your tippy toes to give him a kiss on the nose, and simply placed his helmet on his head again.

As Rey rushed to escape, followed by Chewie and Finn, she thought she couldn't have been more wrong about the Lady Ren.

#star wars #kylo ren #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren x you #kylo ren x fem reader #kylo ren x y/n #kylo ren imagine #kylo ren fanfic #kylo ren fluff #the force awakens #kylo ren blurb #kylo ren x wife reader

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