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jasontoddsdarling · 3 months

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18+ | jason and you as (horny) newlyweds in your new house.

(p.s. mostly just an excuse to write about breeding or pregnancy kink—or not really kink, since they're serious. so yeah these two are the content warnings, proceed with caution. 1,2k words.)

jason and you as newlyweds in your new house.

the house is, albeit small, yours. it's pretty with kind of rustic vibes into it.

the most important thing though, is that it has a cute garden in the front. and also a wide enough backyard to hold some very close friends and family dinners.

and, wide enough garden for a toddler to play and run around, too.

see, you are newlyweds. only been married for four months. you two haven't exactly been trying to get pregnant, but you haven't exactly been trying to not to get pregnant—by the lack of birth controls, or even condoms.

you're not in any birth control and neither does he, but when having sex you two always careful on choosing days for him to come inside based on your tracking calendar on days you're not on your fertile window. mostly he doesn't even come inside.

and it's working, as in you haven't get pregnant and everything.

again, both of you are ever so careful despite without contraceptives.

but now, as jason has you bending on the surface of marble kitchen counter—he had said you two need to christen every surface of your new place, your cute ass up and your toes almost leaving the flooring; while he is behind you, his thick cock pounding into the heat of your cunt, his tight balls slapping on your swollen clit, you wish that he doesn't finish on your back or stomach or your mouth wherever you decide you want him to, this time.

you want him to finish inside of you, filling you up. spilling all his warm, thick seeds deep inside of you.

you want it so bad it hurts, you can almost taste it in your mouth.

you know you're currently at the beginning of your fertile window. and you think he knows too, he's keeping track after all.

but you want it, even though you're currently being fucked thoroughly by your husband, you're still aware that you make this possibly life changing decision. and you are ready. you two are. if this making love session, hot and wild in the kitchen is how you (possibly) get pregnant, then so be it.

jason is giving you hard and deep strokes when you suddenly open your mouth.

“honey.”

“yes, love?”

his deep with arousal voice, a tinge of dark rumble, answers you. it makes you tingle all over. he keeps plowing inside.

“i want you to come inside me, this time.”

he slows his fucking, very shallow trust, keeping his cock inside of your warmth.

“are you sure? you're on your fertile window.”

see, your husband knows.

“i know. but i want you to.”

you say, as you gasp when his cock hit the sensitive part inside of you.

“yeah?”

“yeah. i want you to get me pregnant.”

“fuck.”

jason resumes his pacing back to his deep, hard strokes like before.

not like before, actually. it's more intense and purposeful. it's like your request has ignites an unquenchable flame of lust and want in him.

“that's what you want, hm? you want me to give you a baby hm? fuck, that's what i want too, princess.”

“yeah? you want to make me pregnant, jay?”

jason grips your hip are bruising. he sends your upper body back and forth on the cool marble, your soft tits and peaked nipples are getting very sensitive.

you two have never engaged in this kind of dirty talk, but fuck if all of this isn't the hottest thing ever. moreover because both of you know this isn't just some mere dirty talk or for the whole thing to be strictly kink during sex thing. both of you are serious.

“fuck, yeah. been wanting it since the first time you told me i should ditched my condoms.

“i have been waiting for which one of us will break first, princess.”

you give a barely there laugh because he hit your g-spot just now, your toes are curling, making you whine instead.

“i just didn't expect you to be the one to say it first.”

“how did you know it'll go like this?”

“oh, i didn't. not exactly anyway. but if anything, princess, we're alike in this.”

he sends a particularly hard thrust as if to prove his point, and your cunt tightened around his cock.

“fuck. see?”

you nod, have nothing else to say. you can only moan desperately, you're so close now.

“i will come inside of you, love. i will make sure none of my cum leaks out of your cunt. i will give you my baby.”

he says each of the word after a vigorous stroke, clouding your mind and bumping deep inside your walls.

you moan, your eyes teary, your hands barely holding on the surface of the kitchen counter because its so slippery of your sweat and tears.

“can't wait too see you pregnant, your stomach swell. fuck, i know you will look so hot carrying our baby.”

our baby. that has your closed eyes and you seen stars. yes, our baby, you think. you envision a baby daughter—even though you don't mind if the baby's a son obviously—but you really want a little mini-me. jason too, you think, as you remember your old talk when you're dating about him thinking how baby daughter and dad's interactions he's been seeing in real life and in social media platforms are very precious.

you don't realize you're so stimulated that you're sobbing until jason points it out to you. he offers you to come together with him. no, he needs to come together with you.

“you're very close, sweetheart? be patient for me, alright? i'm so close too.”

his strokes are getting desperate, hard and unforgiving.

you look sideway so your cheek is on the cold counter now, not your whole face, and you can only take it and patiently waiting for him to reach his peak while holding yours back—it is not easy at all.

turns out it's not long at all though, because on your thirty seconds count you cry so hard, your vision blurry with tears.your orgasm being stolen from you as the tightening of your walls send jason to his own with his one last violent thrust.

you can feel his warm thick cum shoots inside of your vaginal walls. coating them thoroughly, not one surface is spared by his seeds. jason draps his massive body on your back, your sweat mingling. he waits until his cock stops spurting his cum.

“that's probably the hottest making love session we've in this house.”

he rasps, kissing the side of your sweaty neck.you can only give him a weak laugh. you feel satiated and boneless and you just want him to carry you after this.

“right. who knows the thought of making me pregnant really gets you going like you never were?”

“oh, love, you're about to see more of this.”

“mhmm?” you hum with seductive tone.

“yeah. we're not done yet even for today. we better ordering some foods after this because i know we'll need it. i'm not stopping, love, until i am sure it takes. even after that.”

jason pulls out of you slowly. he gestures you to tighten your thighs so his cum doesn't spill, and then carrying you to you the bedroom. that's where your phones are.

when he drops you on the soft mattress of your king-size bed, he goes to the nightstand on its side, ordering you both some heavy meals—and desserts—take out for you two's dinner.

then he closes his phone, he’s spooning you.

at that point, you already are being lulled by soft and cool bedding.

he kisses your nape and brushing strands of your hair softly.

“get your little nap, you'll need to gain energy, love, if we want to go all night. don't worry, i will wake you up when the foods have arrived.”

mariea's notea: i can't get this prompt out of my head it's been haunting me for days. glad i wrote it down <3

serious not though, BE SAFE if you're actively having sex. don't try anything above at home.

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x female reader #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd smut #mariea's fics #mariea's writing #mariea's works #need him so bad actually >:(

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actual-changeling · 4 months

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A small 'this is how you use tumblr' for the people that haven't been here very long. These are in no particular order, and if you have any questions, feel free to ask them!

Since I probably did not mention a lot of things, you are welcome to add to this post with your own advice.

a) Reblog posts. if you like it, reblog it. even if you have zero followers and ESPECIALLY if it's art or writing of any kind. We will see the reblog in our notifications and that alone brings joy. One reblog can start a chain and push the post onto many people's dashes.

b) Tumblr is not a very functional website, if you want to survive without losing your mind, there are two things you need: xkit rewritten and dashboard unfucker. Play around with the settings until it is to your liking. Additionally, change to firefox if you haven't already and install ublock origin to get rid of ads, tracking etc.

c) If you go to your settings (account! not blog) you can find this under dashboard at the bottom. Turn off at the very least 'best stuff first' since that will fuck up your dash and not give you posts in chronological order.

The rest are a perfonal preference but it will keep your dash tidy and easy to control if you turn them off, too.

d) Apropos settings—get a profile picture, a header, write something human in your bio, anything. Otherwise people will assume you are a bot and block you on sight.

e) Blocking! Do it generously and whenever you want, this is how you keep whatever remains of your sanity. It's not a lethal offense, it is (usually) not even seen as rude or anything along those lines. You block people and they block you and everyone is happy.

f) Under account settings you will find this:

Just like with blocking, use both options to your heart's content.

g) Tumblr is not like other social media platforms, spam liking & reblogging and going three years deep into someone's account is NORMAL and encouraged. You can search a blog by post type, tags, or even go to the archive and scroll through the posts there.

h) Lastly—interaction. We already went over reblogging (I mean it, REBLOG), but there are also replies and asks. If you add something to someone else's post please behave like a kind human being and don't be an asshole; based on my experience, that's easier said than done. On top of that, the tags are ALSO used for communication, go unhinged, ramble, leave your thoughts, or simply use them for organisational purposes. Everyone loves a good insane tag wall.

An open inbox (either anonymously or with your blog attached) is to be used! Please send people asks if they have them active, use it like DMs or a comment section, use it to recommend something, ask questions, participate in an ask or prompt game—we love asks here.

(We do not like harassment in our inboxes, same rules as above.)

#alex yells at the void #tumblr culture #fandom culture #tumblr in a nutshell #how tf do I tag this. anyway #i know a lot of new people followed me after good omens 2 and still are #so this is for y'all!

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suguruisms · 5 months

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𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺 𝗳𝘂𝗻𝗱

pairing: bf!toji x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of choking, consensual unprotected sex, spanking, oral sex, hair pulling.

summary: toji can't afford to stay in a motel during a job, so he goes to stay with you for the night. but you didn't know he also didn't have money for a condom.

a/n: so this was very loosely inspired by an art by user yunonoai on x (twitter) - i subscribe to their patreon and it was posted in june where they had toji say he didn't have enough change for a condom and that really took me out and inspired me to bring me here! also send me an ask on who i should write for next!

When it comes to you, Toji is insatiable. He can’t get enough of you, if it were up to him he’d make a career of being buried in your tight cunt every single day; feeling your pussy squeeze around his cock and milk him dry. The way your eyes roll back in your head as he fucks you, the way his large hand rests on your neck as he squeezes your throat, your breathy gasps and moans. If Toji didn’t need money (and need money badly) he’d just stay home and fuck you all day.

But he can’t. It’s been too long. It’s only been a few days, but for him? That’s just too long. He’s been busy with work, tracking his targets, and some gambling maybe. He needed a way to relieve stress if he couldn’t come home and take it out on you, so gambling is a close second. Winning that winning bet is a close second to feeling your pussy around his cock. He’ll take what he can get, Toji reasons. But his job was running cold. He was too broke to afford another night at a motel, so here he is, at your apartment.

“Toji!” you answer, a wide smile on your face.

“Y/n,” he says quietly and his hand slides to your cheek to walk you backward inside as he kisses you.

Toji always kisses with purpose. He has a defined goal when he kisses. Toji isn’t one to kiss leisurely, he isn’t a very touchy-feely person outside of more intimate matters or a grab on the hip out in public to keep you close. You know what’s on his mind from the second he backs you up against a wall. Your hands hold his hair as his lips move slowly against yours, deepening the kiss once his tongue prods inside your mouth. A soft sigh emits from your mouth and his hands slide to your waist to keep you up against the wall.

“Close the door,” you mumble in between kisses and Toji chuckles a little against your lips.

“Sorry babe,” he says.

He doesn’t pull away just yet to do as you ask. He’s taking what he wants first. He always takes what he wants before anything else. It’s the type of man he is. He rubs his tongue against yours as the kiss grows a little messier, more heated. His hand squeezes your breast over your shirt and only when you make a little moan does he pull away and smirk to himself. He shuts the door and looks you over. Blushing, catching your breath as your head tips back against the wall.

“Miss me or what?” He asks with a playful tone, making you roll your eyes.

“You already know the answer to that. I don’t need to stroke your ego,” you say and push yourself off the wall to walk back into the bedroom where you are folding some laundry on the bed.

You didn’t expect Toji back so early, but you didn’t need to ask to know that this job he took wasn’t going so well. You also don’t need to ask to know that he’s broke, but at least he’s spending time with you. He’s your boyfriend, but he hates labels, so he doesn’t use them. But you know he’s your boyfriend.

“I have something else you can stroke,” Toji says as he follows behind you and it prompts you to roll your eyes again.

You stand in front of the bed, his warm chest resting against your back as his hands start on your hips, moving up your waist, before squeezing and playing with your breasts. You bite your lip, holding back a soft noise as his fingers pull down your bra a little to pinch your nipples over your shirt.

“I missed you, baby, you and your pussy,” Toji says as he presses a kiss against the back of your ear, “let me have what I want.”

You never tell Toji no, sex is always so good with him. It’s just as much of a treat for you as it is for him. You move the clothes out of the way; you aren’t letting him fuck you on top of your clean clothes.

“Take what you want then,” you mumble.

Toji isn’t one to ask for permission twice. He turns you around and presses a deep kiss to your lips. It’s hungrier than the one he gave you upon walking in, needier. He isn’t as slow and neat about it this time. You can feel his hands slide underneath your shirt to touch your breasts again that are spilling out of the cups of your bra and he sighs softly, feeling your warm skin against his cool hands, making you shiver with a small sigh into his mouth.

Toji is the one to break the kiss and press a kiss against your neck, biting your skin and sucking against it. He relishes in the sound of your moan against his ear and it shows when he rolls your nipple between his fingers.

“Let me fuck your mouth,” Toji says, and he waits for a nod before he pushes you down on the bed, flat on your back.

His hands are quick to take off your shirt and jerk your bra down to rest on your midriff, and before he does anything, he licks over each nipple.

“Miss these,” he says more to himself, but it makes you sigh softly in pleasure and whimper softly when his teeth drag against your nipples.

Toji pulls your hair to keep you flat against the bed and he takes off his sweats and boxers, freeing his cock. It always makes your mouth water to see it. Long and girthy, there’s no curve to it, but it has such a pretty mushroom tip to it. Toji argues that your lips around it make it look prettier.

“Eyes on me,” he says, his voice a demand now. He got all the consent he needs, and he knows how you like to be treated in bed.

Your eyes meet his and he smiles, a smug smile. He always loves how obedient you are. “Good girl,” he says beneath his breath.

He grips the base of his cock and pumps it slowly as he straddles you; knees tucked underneath your armpits, making your hands rest on his thighs.

“Open, tongue out,” Toji says, and he watches as you open your mouth and lay your tongue flat. The smug smile doesn’t leave, tugging towards the left side against his lip scar.

He taps the tip of his dick against your tongue a few times, rubbing the pre-cum bead against your tongue, making him groan out softly at the sight of it sitting against your pink tongue. He pulls back a little, stroking himself slowly. His pre-cum tastes a little salty and sour, but it’s not bad. You don’t flinch at the taste of it.

“Swallow,” he commands and watches as you do as he asks. Your cheeks flush a soft pink as you stare up at him, and you open your mouth again to show that it’s gone. Your fingers squeeze his thighs and he hums in satisfaction.

“Good girl, now relax,” Toji says, and he guides his cock past your plush lips and into your mouth.

He groans. Your mouth is always so wet and warm. It doesn’t feel as good as your pussy, but it feels great to get him going. Toji’s cock always fills your mouth so nicely, it makes little tears prick to the corner of your eyes when he pushes his cock deeper into your mouth and hits the back of your throat. Spit always gets everywhere when he fucks your mouth, but he likes it messy, and you don’t seem to mind when you see the wild look in his eyes when he takes what he wants. You can smell his natural scent as he pushes his cock in, taste a bit of sweat from the day on his cock, but it tastes good. Toji always tastes good, and the weight of his cock in your mouth is always welcome.

His hands find your hair and he grabs it, lifting your head back and forth to move on his cock. Small grunts and groans leave his lips when the tip touches the back of your throat and you gag a little around it each time. He always starts slow, letting you get used to it and breathe through your nose. Your tongue presses against the shaft of his cock with every thrust into your mouth and it makes him groan.

He lays your head down now and adjusts himself so his hips fuck into your mouth. Your jaw slacks, making a wet noise from your throat as he fucks your mouth. Toji holds your hair to pin you there, but soon his hand finds a new position. One hand is around your neck, and the other is still in your hair. He squeezes your neck, making your throat tighten around his cock with each thrust, and he groans.

You whimper softly around his dick and it comes out muffled and whiney. Saliva slides down your lower lip and chin as he goes faster and hits the back of your throat with every single thrust. The only sounds coming from you were gags from his cock, heavy breaths coming from your nose, and soft whimpers that were quickly muffled by the wet noises of his dick in your mouth.

“Good girl, you always take my cock so fucking good,” Toji says breathily as he watches your eyes water, face flush, and how messy you look because of his cock. Toji groans as you tap his thighs quickly, needing air, and he slides his cock out of your mouth and releases your neck. Spit coats his cock as he holds it over your lips, letting you take deep breaths.

Your throat feels sore from how fast he was fucking your throat and hitting the back of your mouth every single time, but you love the feeling. You nod slowly and open your mouth again, even if it is feeling a little sore. Toji grins and rubs his tip against your red, swollen, puffy lips.

“Are you on birth control, baby?” He asks instead, making your eyebrows furrow.

“Yes?” You respond, your voice is hoarse, and it makes Toji chuckle.

He gets off of you and gently rolls you over to take off your bra in comparison to the rough, brutish way he was fucking your throat.

“Mind if I cum in you, then? Didn’t have change for a condom,” Toji asks as he moves down to your sweats and spreads your legs so his fingers can rub over your clothed pussy.

A moan emits from your lips when he touches you, but your face has a bright blush on your cheeks. The question would be comical if his cock wasn’t throbbing in front of you and he was rubbing your pussy. You can’t think if you have any condoms here, but birth control is fine. Besides, he’s always wanted to cum in you and you’re protected enough.

“Go ahead,” you say breathily.

Toji looks surprised when you agree. He expected more questions, making fun of him, something.

“You sure?” He asks, and his fingers rub a little firmer, directly where your clit is. His eyes watch your every reaction.

You giggle softly, seeing how confused he looks, and your hips rock against his hand.

“Yeah, fuck me. We can discuss budgeting for a condom fund after you make me cum,” you say with a little smile and you watch as he rolls his eyes, but a little smile grows on his lips at your jive.

Toji slides his hands now to pull off your sweats and panties. He sees your wet spot on your panties, and he knows prepping you won’t take too long. He just likes to see you beg for it. One finger rubs your entrance, feeling how wet you are. It always leaves Toji so impressed to feel how wet you can get for him. Your body writhes a little as your hips rock a little and you whine softly.

“Toji, you can just fuck me,” you whimper softly, your voice breathy and pleading.

He presses his finger inside, feeling your wet gummy walls as he pushes it into the knuckle. He curls his finger inside before slowly pumping it in and out of you.

“I don’t know, I don’t think you can take it,” Toji says nonchalantly, as if he’s not doing anything special, as if he’s not watching his finger slide in and out of your pussy.

You can feel his finger. It’s thick and long, and when he curls it inside intermittently in between slow lazy pumps, it makes a whimper leave your mouth.

“Don’t be a dick,” you manage out through a soft moan and Toji laughs, moving his other hand to give your clit a pinch and slaps it gently, making you yelp.

“Don’t be a brat, you know how to get what you want,” Toji replies with a cocky smug smile on his lips and you wish more than anything you could wipe that fucking look off his face but there’s something about it that always attracts you. He knows he’s got you wrapped around his finger.

You go to speak when you stutter out a moan once Toji pushes another finger inside you. You can feel his fingers pumping in and out of you, scissoring inside your pussy as he curls his fingers upwards to hit your g-spot. His fingers are in so deep his knuckles are wet from rubbing against your entrance. You just moan, pleadingly.

“Come on baby, use your words,” Toji taunts and he laughs a little as his other hand rests on your mound. His thumb rubs your clit in small circles, making you whimper.

“Please Toji, please fuck me,” you whimper out and look at him with a desperation in your eyes that makes Toji’s face light up.

On a normal day, Toji could have you begging and edging you for an orgasm, but he’s fiending for it too. “Good girl,” he says and pinches your clit again for good measure to make you yelp.

You flash him a glare as he flashes you a smug smile. Toji looks you over and he pats your hip. “All fours,” he says quietly.

You nod and roll over to your stomach. You push yourself up on your knees and elbows, arching your ass upwards towards him. Toji grins and spanks your ass, making you whimper and enjoy the faint sting that comes with it. He grips his cock and lines the tip up with your hole and slowly pushes in.

Your moan fills the room, your forehead drops down against the soft comforter and you whimper as your fingers grip the sheets as Toji grunts quietly and bottoms out inside you. His hands grip your hips as he pushes you back and forth slowly in time with his thrusts to make the thrusts go in deeper at his slow pace.

“I missed your pussy, baby,” Toji says under his breath. He moves one hand to your hair to yank your head back, making you whimper.

You can feel his girthy long cock in his slow, smooth, deep thrusts inside you. You can almost feel it in your stomach with how deep he goes. His pace starts to quicken, making you moan louder and your hands grip the bed sheets. The grip on your hair stings but feels so good as Toji moves faster, harder. You can hear his skin slapping against your ass repeatedly.

“Look at this pussy, taking me so fucking good, sucking me in,” Toji says in between heavy breaths, “fuck baby, your pussy was made for me,” Toji grunts.

He raises his other hand and spanks your ass before gripping it, making you let out a startled moan. It stings more than the last one, but in a pleasurable way. You whine softly, whimpering and moaning as your body takes every thrust Toji gives you. You’re never the one to talk during sex, but Toji doesn’t mind, he loves how your cunt squeezes around him when he says filthy things to you.

Toji bullies your G-spot relentlessly and he lets go of your hair to grip your hips, keeping the same fast brutal pace right against your G-spot. Your moans turn into cries of pleasure, and you can feel Toji’s grip tense on your hips as he fucks you and his hips start to sputter. He spanks your ass one more time and grips it with a deep thrust against your g-spot and you cry out Toji’s name.

Your body tenses and you cum with a loud high-pitched whine of Toji’s name. You feel your body sag against the bed as Toji fucks into you a few more times before he cums inside you. He groans low, and his cock jerks inside you as it fills up your cunt. Once Toji pulls out, he watches his seed fall against your pussy and down your thighs.

He guides you to lie down and presses a slow kiss to your lips, and when he pulls away you smile. You’re out of breath as you watch him grab a clean hand towel from the floor and wipe it between your legs and thighs.

“So about that condom fund,” you say breathlessly.

Toji flashes you a playful glare. “Don’t start.”

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eamour · 8 months

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a method guide ⋮ 2 ⋮

this is part two of my method guide! in this guide, i want to help you pick a method (or a few methods) that resonates the most with your way of manifesting and seems the most compatible with you.

which method suits you ?

subliminals ✿ you enjoy the feeling of "doing" something when manifesting a desire. you already like to spend time on youtube or other platforms with subliminals and enjoy the process of making (often aesthetically pleasing) playlists with subliminals for each desire. you like to organise your desires and think it’s the optimal way of getting your desires. most effective for people that just don’t like to affirm themselves and like to listen to asmr/music with affirmations in the background.

placebos ✿ you like to make your own rules. you think as the creator of your reality, you can make anything work in your favour. anything around you can help you achieve your goals faster and you make them serve you, whether they like it or not. it’s easy and also a lot of fun, as anything you do can be used as a way to manifest. most effective for people that like to come up with their own set of beliefs and don’t like to work with logical thinking.

the lullaby method ✿ similarly to sats, you like to manifest in a sleepy state of mind. you might also like to do other methods throughout the day, but affirming til you drift off to sleep seems like the easiest thing to do! you like to end your day by fulfilling yourself with affirmations to remind you that you already have your manifestation. most effective for people that have a hard time remaining in the state of the wish fulfilled in the awake state of mind. info: this method is very beneficial for revising certain events at the end of the day!

sats ✿ you like to manifest in a drowsy state. you may try other methods throughout the day but you like to visualise a certain scene in your mind that implies that you have your desire. after a long day, you want to just become one with your desire and experience it in your imagination. most effective for people that have a hard time remaining in the state of the wish fulfilled in the awake state of mind. info: this method is very beneficial for revising certain events at the end of the day!

the void method ✿ you like the intense shifting experience. every method eventually helps you to shift to/towards your desired state of mind, however, you like the feeling of being in a pitch black space like place with no body or the perception of your senses attached to you. you think it’s fun to enter the void, even if it’s not necessarily for the purpose of manifesting your desires. most effective for people that believe the void can help them shift easily and effortlessly to their desired reality in one night.

the pillow method ✿ you like to keep it simple. you like to write your desires on a piece of paper, put it under your pillow and go to sleep while setting the intention that you will get all of your desires noted on that paper by the next morning. similarly to scripting, you like to keep track of the things you are manifesting. most effective for people that like to "let go" and detach from their manifestation and like to think that "it’s done".

again, remember.

you can do any method, even if these descriptions don’t resonate with you. the reason i prepared this post is to guide people to a way of manifesting that resonates with them the most and also feels the most natural for them. because that‘s what manifesting is about! rising to the naturalness of consciousness of having or being the thing desired. and in order to do that, you shall feel natural about it. it’s up to you which method you want to try! if i was you, i would try each one and see which one (or how many) of them fulfill me the most. ♡

with love, ella,

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slayingfiction · 1 year

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How I push through writing when I don't feel like writing.

Here are some of the techniques that I use to help me write more often or more consistantly when my laziness/depression/anxiety starts to take over.

I watch TV. I don't do it with the purpose of zoning out though. I watch something popular and well-liked such as the LOR or Harry Potter to get new ideas on how I can develop my story and apply their in-depth world-building ideas to help develop mine. Without plagarizing of course!!!!

Zoning out and daydreaming. As I have mentionned before, daydreaming is a huge part of my story outlining and world-building process. I'll stand in the shower, or take a walk and think about how my charcaters would act/react/behave in situations, mundane or not. Doing this gives me a better sense of my characters, and sometimes gives me ideas for scenes I use later on.

Work on writing related projects. These work well at keeping me distracted while still being productive on my writing goals. Example, I have one story I am working now, I made a new language (alphabet and numbers included) to include as a cool and fun component for the book. So, at times when I don't wan't to write, I continue creating the dictionary (very fun, 8/10 would recommend). Also, for the same book, my characters don't work off the Georigian calendar and 24 hour clock, so I've been working at creating a new calendar (harder than it seems, 2.5/10 dont recommend). These are side projects that help my story, without having to write.

Reading. You saw this one coming, I know. Reading is great, especially when you're editing, your writing style will unconsciously change to be more similar the author you were just reading. Also, most importantly, I'll be reading and think, "this story is really good, but you know what story I like even better? Mine." then change to writing.

This one is my biggest life saver!! I learnt about a year ago that sometimes I'll get bored of writing a story, and have difficulty keeping on track. That's why I finished my first book in 2016 and just started editing the first draft last week. The solution for me was to work on multiple projects at once, because it was much harder to be bored of multiple stories. I stick to 2, but will sometimes add a third. This is easy for me, because I have a list of over a dozen series I want to write. Don't abandon one project for another, use them as a distraction/ motivation for each other, so you're always furthering at least one project. I've never heard someone say, "oh no, i accidentally worked on this other writing project for three months instead of the other writing project I was doing. Dammit." No, we're just happy we have written something. Be sure to have well outlined story lines before starting, don't just start writing randomly or you'll reach a point where you don't know where to go from there.

Author/ writer projects. Maybe this is building a following, or community to share your projects and engage with. Tumblr, Insta, Reddit, whatever it is. My hope this year is to start up my website to offer publishing services (editing, graphic design, short writing courses) and build a following as a writer. (See what I did there? Never a bad time to self-promote ;) ) Having your own projects like this will help you in the future when you're going to try to publish and sell your books!

Talk with friends and a writing community. Never underestimate the passion that will burn inside you when talking about your story, or when others are talking about theirs. Surrounding yourself with a positive writing community can be the best thing for you as a writer.

Write or read (your story) every day. I'm not going to be one of those people that say you need to write 1000 words a day, that's a lot. But maybe try for 100? That could maybe only take 5 minutes, and at the end of the year that's still over 36 thousand words of a novel. Or just read your story, and I've always found it helped me get in the creative mood.

Make a playlist of songs that remind you of your characters, your story, or just puts you in the mood to write. Then play it ONLY when you're having trouble writing. Playing it while writing will not help, you'll get annoyed with the songs.

Just really can't do it today? That's okay, take a break. You deserve it. There's always tomorrow.

Does anyone else have ways they push themselves to keep writing? Let us know in the comments!

Happy Writing!

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glowwithsophia · 1 month

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The Subtle Art of Becoming "That Girl" in 2024 🌸✨

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Hello beautiful souls! It's me, Sophia. If you are new reader then

Hi! I’m Sophia and I want to empower women to prioritize their well-being while pursuing their dreams🌟

Today, I woke up feeling extra inspired by the #thatgirl aesthetic. You know her – she's the girl who embodies self-love, radiates positivity, and just seems to have her life beautifully organized. Personally, I believe, she's not just a trend; she's a movement towards becoming the best version of ourselves. And guess what? Becoming "that girl" isn't about perfection; it's about progress. It's about embracing the journey of self-improvement, self-care, and love. So, let's dive into a few ways you can bring a little bit of "that girl" magic into your everyday life:

1. Morning Rituals ✨

Start your day with purpose. Whether it's a morning skincare routine, meditation, or writing down your thoughts in a daily planner, find what centers you. If you have been following me for a while then you know how important this is. Remember, it's these small rituals that set the tone for a productive, positive day.

2. Self-Care Sundays 🛁

Dedicate time each week to pamper yourself. This could be a long bath, a skincare routine, or even a cozy evening with a book. It's all about showing yourself some love and appreciation.

I remember back in my childhood my older sister used to always have pamper sundays and I would always try and follow her footsteps however, back then your girl was as lazy as one can be...so zero exceptions. Be better than me girls and make the future you be proud.

3. Clean Girl Aesthetic 🌿

Embrace the clean girl aesthetic with a minimalist wardrobe, clean makeup looks, and a tidy space. A clutter-free environment not only looks good but also brings a sense of calm and order to your mind. Clean home = clean mind + remember clean body

4. Find Your Fitness Love 💕

Whether it's pink pilates, yoga, or a brisk walk in the park, find a physical activity that you love. It's not just about the physical benefits but the mental clarity and energy boost it brings.

5. Nourish to Flourish 🍓

Eating well is a form of self-respect. Fill your plate with colors, textures, and nutrients. It's not just about looking good, but feeling good from the inside out.

6. Learn and Grow 🌱

Embrace new hobbies, read more books, and challenge yourself to learn something new often. Growth is a huge part of becoming "that girl".

7. Stay Organized 📒

Invest in a good daily planner to keep track of your goals, appointments, and to-dos. There's something incredibly satisfying about ticking off tasks and staying on top of your game.

And here's a little secret for you: part of my "that girl" journey includes creating pieces that speak to my soul. I stumbled upon this adorable Etsy shop aka my Etsy Shop [GlowInGrow] that just screams self-care and love. My THAT GIRL planner is something that I did with love and my own hands. For me, it's not just a planner, it's my way of helping others because that's what being her is. Being her means she shares her secrets to help the rest of the girlies. MESSAGE ME FOR THE PROMO CODE *hint*

Also this planner has got you covered from setting your intentions and tracking your habits to planning your meals and self-care routines perfect for anyone looking to add that extra touch of mindfulness and beauty to their daily routine. It's subtle, but oh, so beautiful. 🌟

AND REMEMBER;

Becoming "that girl" isn't an overnight transformation. It's about making small, meaningful changes that align with who you are and who you aspire to be. Let's embrace this journey together, one step at a time. 💕

Last but not least, at the end of your journey of becoming that girl awaits the future who is The Girl!

Stay safe and stay hot...

With Love, Sophia

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concerningwolves · 4 months

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The Writing Tracker and Statistics spreadsheet for 2024 is here!

What is it?

The spreadsheet is a way for writers who like statistics to track their daily wordcounts and writing habits (and also, probably, don't want to or can't pay to use software for this purpose). The idea is, once you've got the workbook set up and customised to your tastes, all you need to do is input your daily wordcount per project into one sheet and let the rest of the workbook populate from there. I originally designed this in late 2022 because I wanted a way to track my writing habits while also comparing how much original fiction VS fanfiction I wrote. It has since expanded to be more flexible, with a comparison function that's easy to adjust or scrap entirely, and a variety of other neat statistics besides. Key features include:

Line graph that displays your daily writing across the whole year.

Total word counts for each month displayed in stacked columns so you can see which projects you worked on.

Counters for your current daily writing streak and longest daily writing streak.

Pie chart to show which projects were worked on the most overall.

Ability to separate projects into "types" – i.e., personal and academic – and compare type totals each month.

Words-over-time progress charts for specific projects, with the ability to help set and track writing goals.

Daily and monthly averages.

You don't need to be a genius (or even fairly confident in using) Excel/Google Sheets to make this work for you. I've written up a detailed set of instructions that walk through each sheet and explain how to make a variety of changes, as well as breaking down how certain aspects work.

If this is something that interests you, follow the link below to my Payhip. It's a free resource; Payhip just gives you the option to leave a tip, should you feel like it and have the cash to spare.

Want to know more? Keep reading below the cut for a closer look at the features.

Daily graph to see your writing habits across the whole year at a glance:

Your top statistics: monthly and daily averages, top writing days, longest writing streak, current writing streak, and daily averages by month.

Monthly writing totals displayed in a stacked column chart so you can see which projects you worked on each month:

Clustered column graph to show one type of project compared to another, and a pie chart to show which projects you worked on most across the year:

Project-specific progress charts that show words over time, similar to the NaNoWriMo graph. (Plus, there are instructions on how to add goal lines to make it even more like the NaNoWriMo graph!)

#writeblr #writing statistics #writing resources

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nekropsii · 20 days

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What a about Caliborn makes him so cool in your opinion?

Go keep track of his progression as an artist alongside his development as a character and think about how these are intrinsically linked. Ponder the fact that he is both at his most obnoxious and at his most amateur when trying to ignore his unique style explicitly brought on by his canonical learning disability and mimic others rather than truly be himself. Consider how his explorations of art are genuinely cool, not a bad thing, and how we get some really neat multimedia stuff out of it.

Caliborn may be a shitty little teenage wretch but the way he is portrayed as an artist and as a disabled person is both really good and very real. It comes from a place of love. His learning disability is handled with a degree of gentle care that you would not really expect from Hussie. The place Caliborn's art style ends up in is so fucking sick and I actually unironically love it. The technique he uses is really interesting. It's intentionally reminiscent of an Etch-a-Sketch, and I'm a little obsessed with it.

This is so fucking good. I mean this seriously. He's right - that is some Pure Art Skill.

I just love the way art is employed as a necessary component of his character arc. It's so neat. You don't see visual cues that intricate too often. Usually it's just in character design, but watching his entire art style and even his medium of choice change several times over is fascinating. You can really tell Hussie had a lot of fun with him. He's also just really, really fucking funny. Just about every sentence that comes out of his mouth is Grade A Absolute Fucking Gold, and I'm honestly obsessed with his dynamic with Dirk. This may get me thrown to the wolves, but I personally think Dirk and Caliborn have way more chemistry than Dirk and Jake. Maybe that's because we actually see Dirk and Caliborn interact on screen... Lmao.

Necessary Topic: I don't know why people hate him so much. Like, I understand hating his misogyny and fatphobia, sure, but those are deliberate character points and not just Hussie-isms. I see people act like Caliborn is indicative of Hussie, as if Homestuck-era Hussie wasn't, like, famously really fucking good at writing female characters and absolutely not a misogynist. Caliborn's a parody of Homestuck Anti-Fans - which is a term we really ought to bring back, god, anti-fans are absolutely still a thing and good lord they're everywhere - who really were just shitty little bigoted haters. Calliope, the opposite side of his coin, was representative of, essentially, "the best kind of Homestuck fan" - an ultimately sweet young teen girl who willingly dedicates almost all of her time to this piece of fiction she loves so, so much, who draws a lot of fan art for the joy of it all, has OCs that don't fit any of the design conventions in Homestuck whom she pairs with the characters in it for innocent fun. Someone who has a lot of theories and analyses, writes a lot of fanfic, and is genuinely just having a lot of fun. Everyone loves Calliope. Even the characters in Homestuck love Calliope. They just think she's the cutest, sweetest little thing they ever did see. Caliborn was the worst kind. He sucks on purpose. No one likes him. He is a total nuisance to characters he is by all means trying to impress. I love them both.

It's also just funny that he's a canonical Intersex Transmasc who is probably Gay and this has, like, no relevance to anything about him, really. So no one really talks about it. Gender Hilarious, Gender Nefarious.

#homestuck #homestuck meta #homestuck analysis #cherubs #homestuck cherubs #caliborn #calliope #caliborn.pdf #nekro.pdf #nekro.sms

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damazcuz · 2 months

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I don't think people responding to the scrambled "uh oh, we got caught" Tumblr AI announcement with "just nightshade and glaze all the art you post guys! it's your own fault if you don't do that small step! It's ok we'll get through this!" are Getting It:

Everything has already been scraped, including the account you haven't been able to access since 2015. Yes even the private, locked sideblogs of all your old art. Did you glaze it? did you nightshade it? in 2015? can you log in and check? no? Opted in.

This also includes any writing, creative or otherwise, posted to Tumblr. Did you nightshade the poetry and fanfiction you posted to Tumblr on your old account in 2018? why not? not a plan-aheader huh? Opted in!

It's opt in by default and by design. People who left Tumblr ages ago will likely not hear about this and won't know to regain account access and opt out. People who have died won't be able to log in and opt out. People who deleted past accounts or sideblogs won't be able to log in and opt out. People whose content is reposted here from Pixiv or other external sources by unrelated third parties won't have any way to say "hey half of that blog is MY stuff. Opt ME out."

Sorry. They just have everything ever put on the site. And you didn't opt out in 2015 when you lost access to your login email, so it's included. This is on purpose because they don't WANT people to be able to opt out, they want people to stay opted in saying "well my art sucks so I'm poisoning the data model 👍" while posting jokes and creative writing, they WANT you to say "well I'm unaffected" and keep posting photos and text and stuff. Midjourney wants that and Tumblr wants to do anything it can to satisfy Midjourney and scrape some cash out of that deal.

I'm sorry because I love this place too, but genuinely the decisions being made here are business decisions being put into place by a company trying to squeeze the last drops of blood out of a stone. Tumblr is not your friend. Staff is not your friend. Automattic is not your friend. The CEO has hopefully PROVEN he is not anyone's friend. This is a business first and a product that they are selling, not to you and me, but to advertisers and partners. Tumblr will ensure that Tumblr users see their ads and supply them data.

Frankly I do not trust this company or this website and I cannot in good faith just believe that they're going to look at my opt out checkbox and say "okay! ^_^ we will remove everything Dama has ever said or done from our AI scrape. we promise to do it!" and then actually do it. They already have the data. They can just claim that whatever is produced through machine learning based in part off of my data is unrelated, came from other sources, etc. I do not have trust in this website. I don't see how anyone could at this point.

I feel like I'm watching a trainwreck from the inside and no one wants to get out of their seats and try hopping off into the safe grassy field. Wait, they say. Let's see if the train just climbs back onto the tracks, they say. The fire and explosions are all part of the process, they say. Eventually people will stop panicking or dying and it'll be a smooth ride, they say. Just look at how bright the horizon is.

#🛤️ well frankly i hope it explodes even faster.#lawsuit save me. lawsuit. save me lawsuit.

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PREGNANT LANDO 📈📈

okay so the idea is basically omega!lando gets pregnant through a one night stand, doesn't know the guy and doesn't know how to track him down but he decides to keep the baby and just raise them on his own. alpha!oscar takes one look at pregnant lando and goes batshit insane inside becase 'oh my god smell good must protect must keep save must comfort' but like he's a Proper Alpha so he's not going to like. bother lando with all that or whatever. it slips through the cracks sometimes tho. getting lando anything he asks, giving him his hoodies. sort of hovering around him and growling at unfamiliar alphas whenever lando visits the paddock, stuff like that. and lando is kind of charmed?? also oscar's scent is really nice and actually soothes his morning sickness whereas most alpha scents make it worse and so he keeps asking oscar for hoodies even though that's kind of a little innapropriate maybe but oscar gives them anyway so it's fine and maybe he asks oscar to help him out with some stuff and drive him to an appointment and then before they know it they're assembling the cot together in the baby room that's in a color they picked together and still completely oblivious to the fact that they're totally becoming a family ANYWAY i don't have an outline yet so nothing's set in stone BUT i did write this little blurb in the tsgc discord the other day that kind of captures the vibes

The whole meeting feels kind of stupid. Pointless, really. He barely feels pregnant. It’s only been two weeks, it’s going to take months before he even starts showing. But he smells pregnant, and the rules and regulations don’t allow pregnant Omegas to drive, no matter how far along they are.

And so here Lando is, wiggling around in McLaren’s stupidly uncomfortable conference chairs, waiting for the rest of the team to arrive so he can tell them The News. He chews at his thumb for a bit, lets his hand wander over his still completely flat stomach, thinks about what everyone’s reactions are going to be.

Oscar is early, for once. Takes two steps into the meeting room, freezes, whips his head to look at Lando, eyes widening, looking for all intents and purposes like he just got all the wind knocked out of him.

“Yup,” Lando says, doing a little jazz hand motion. “Surprise.”

“Oh,” Oscar says, takes an aborted step forward, freezes again, fumbles a little in place. “I, yes. That’s. Congratulations.”

“Thank you,” Lando says, smiling a little tightly. He hasn’t really gotten used to that, really. People congratulating him. It’s not. He wants the baby, he does. That’s why he’s here right now announcing his pregnancy leave and everything. But it was still a mistake. Sort of. It wasn’t planned. So people congratulating him feels. Undeserved, somehow. Weird.

“Can I. Do you need anything?” Oscar asks, still hovering in the doorway and oh. That’s. That’s kind of precious, really. Oscar’s Alpha instincts kicking in, wanting to take care of a pregnant omega. Protect them. That’s sweet.

And so Lando indulges him, smiles softly. “Yeah, could you get me a tea, actually? Lemon, if they have it.”

“Yes,” Oscar says, and then he’s out of the room before Lando can even blink. Oh, well. If anything, at least he can have fun with that.

#landoscar #this is not the final version because i'm not THAT happy with it yet but #something like this

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miguel-ohara-wifey · 9 months

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Spiderverse men and pet names Headcanons

Rating: 18+, Angst, Fluff, Hurt + Comfort

Tag list; @mcondance I know u like Hobie and Miguel so :3

Peter B. Parker

Honey

-Peter calls you something familiar to him as a New Yorker. He’s heard it all his life, it’s always a word for literal honey or your partner.

-He calls you honey in front of strangers, family, and friends. When he enters the privacy of your home, cuddling on the couch, sharing a shower, playfully fighting over the last slice of pizza.

-It’s also during praise, when you get that promotion at work. When you beat him at a game, when you’re just an excited puppy at a movie or show finally releasing. Just the gleam of life painting your Iris’s is enough to have him say honey.

-You two have had your fair share of squabbles over money, time, kids, etc. Even as the phrase shot from his mouth sandwiched by yelling and his lost temper. It’s a display he still loves you. He’ll still call you something soft and sweet when you’re screaming at him over his mistakes.

-Right before leaving to have your phone fixed like he promised beforehand. When he orders your favorite burger he writes “I’m sorry honey” in ketchup at the top of the cardboard box it came in. It doesn’t repair what was said, what he had done to provoke it. But you internalize he’s not willing to end your relationship over it. He’ll work on himself and you to keep it that way.

-Even at his worst, at your worst, and when the worlds at its worst. You’ll always be his honey. Only not when you will no longer have him.

Miguel O’Hara

Bebita

-Miguel’s a private man. He calls you bebita in form of a whisper when your mouths are breaths apart. When it’s you in his bed, in his arms, in complete domestic retreat from your usual lives.

-In your usual lives he’s as dismissively unemotional as always, there’s always a hint of his affection for you regardless. But his wall is up, and you know from experience no one can climb over unless he allows them.

-His tight ass professionalism outside of your home can crumble however. When he gets so desperate and touch starved. He’ll call you to his office under the lie of needing a copy of a report. Only for him to be on you as soon as the door closes behind you. Bebita leaving his mouth as your clothes leave your bodies.

-Not just during sex either, when he’s shaking under the covers of your bed. Waking him from his nightmare, he calls out bebita in the temporary mental fog of suddenly being awake. You huddle his head onto where your neck and shoulders connected. Big spooning him to calm his heart in his ribcage, still racing from what he saw and felt.

-When you know how to calm his worse instincts, he’d never harm you. But when he’s close to harming others in his anxiety driven rage. The softest slide of your hand on his chest stops him dead in his tracks.

-How Miguel can look at your image on a screen, briefly catches you going about your day around HQ. The word pleasantly swims in his head at the very sight of you. His whole body tenderly tugged into a bubble of warmth, Bebita.

Hobie Brown

Love

-The first instance was honest to god an accident. He runs on chaos after all, so did your relationship less so afterword however. He wasn’t in a rush to label what you two had. Truthfully he didn’t know what you two had, but he was never one to lean into certainty or a defined purpose.

-He’s punched armies of cops, Nazi’s, and fascists; preformed on stage in front of millions. All without a drop of anxiety entering his system. But somehow the possible dislike from you about him calling you love. Was so terrifying in the moment between both events. His heart sunk down into his gut, squeezing at his insides until your response.

-But you loved it, you loved him, it was love what you two had. He couldn’t be more elated. He’s had a noticeable pep in his step following. Quite eagerly calling you love in front of anyone and everyone you knew. Just to get the message across.

-Not out of insecurity, but it’s the excitement of a kid making there first best friend. He just absolutely had to make everyone aware. Even the cop/Nazi/fascist he was punching in the face he had to punctuate love as he called out to you punching your own cop/Nazi/fascist in the face.

-It was the hottest thing when you called him love draped in his sleeveless Jean jacket. It was littering the floor moments later as he compelled another noise complaint from his downstairs neighbors.

#peter b parker x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara x reader #hobie brown x reader #spiderverse #headcanons #18+#spiderverse headcanons #spiderverse hcs #hcs #spider punk #Spider-Man 2099 #Spider-Man

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ghcstao3 · 6 months

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ahh, you guys got me, i’ll write more statue!ghoap (i was already planning to who are we kidding)

part 1

John is quick to learn that Simon is selective with his speaking.

He never asks questions, only makes observations. He listens to John’s rambling as he’s toured around the museum, only responds when necessary and never dares to greet other wandering exhibits.

John doesn’t mind. He’s long since learned how to fill silence.

Simon also seems to understand their limitations easily, finding his original pose with ease as the night comes to an end when John instructs him to, freezing in wait of dawn. John can’t help the fond smile that grows on his face watching him settle, lingering just before he’ll have to return to his own place.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” John says.

Simon never responds.

John watches Simon as he had the day prior, once he’s set himself right. He has to fight the smile that doesn’t seem to want to leave him just as the sun’s rays begin to illuminate the room.

Change, he may like, but it can’t always be afforded.

Simon is again constantly swarmed by observers and cameras, the centre of attention as new artwork often becomes for a week or so before the storm calms. John is comforted knowing that even in spite of this popularity, he’s the only one who gets to see what’s hidden behind the skull.

And how he can’t wait to see it again. How he can’t wait to see it every night following.

The museum’s opening and closing go by too slowly and mercifully quick all at once, and soon enough John is moving over to Simon yet again, excited to tell him all the things he’d thought of over the course of the day to share.

This time, Simon does relax with everyone else, but he doesn’t move from his pedestal until John reaches out his hand to help him down. The skull is left in his place as they go to wander.

It’s hours into the evening, when John has lost track of his rambling that Simon finally speaks for the first time that night.

“I don’t like how many people there are,” he remarks.

John has to pause a moment, bronze joints creaking at his sudden halt. He looks up at Simon and the distant expression that shadows his face, and finds himself rubbing a comforting hand along Simon’s bicep before realizing what he’s doing. Even still, Simon does not pull away.

“It’ll slow down in time,” John promises—he speaks entirely from experience, though he hadn’t ever thought much of the attention. “Just happens whenever there’s a newcomer, is all.”

A frown tugs at Simon’s face. “But I’m not new.”

John hums. “No,” he agrees. “But to them, you are. In a few days, everything will be quieter. It’s just the cycle for all of us.”

John already knows Simon’s tells for when he’s thinking. He wonders if it’s a cause of Simon’s expression being obscured by a mask for as long as he’s existed, up until the night before.

“I don’t like being a display,” Simon decides quietly, determinedly.

John knows the feeling. Knows it goes deeper than just wanting to be hidden away from thousands of pairs of eyes on the daily. Knows it stems from a want to be real.

“Me neither,” John says softly. Simon looks troubled—it takes strength to keep from trying to smooth the artificial crease in his forehead, a gesture he’s seen many times from museum goers, among many others. “But it’s either this, or be stuck in a crate, or under rubble and earth somewhere. Alone. It’s hard to avoid when it’s the purpose we were created with.”

It’s all something John had to grapple with himself, once upon a time. But he’s had decades, now, to get used to it.

He’s sure Simon will as well, in time. John can only help him to adjust.

“C’mon, let’s go visit the other exhibits from your time,” John proposes, gently taking Simon’s hand. “Maybe you’ll know a few of them.”

Simon doesn’t have much to say for the rest of the night as he follows along—but it’s alright. John revels in his company anyway.

He’ll come around, eventually. John is certain of it.

#scheduled #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soapghost #ghost x soap #ghostsoap #ghoap #writing #statue!ghoap #more to come maybe

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twisted-wonderland-but-gayer · 10 months

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Request-ish for great 7 au if you dont mind, but what kinds of pictures do you think the g7 keep of yuu? Whether in like a photo book or their wallet or whatever? (Also if you dont mind maybe what their favorite photo of yuu is as well?) Love your writing have a good day!

A Picture of Yuu

Trying to ease myself back into writing and decided to try this out as a semi request! Gn yuu per usual, minot spoilers for ch 2— This is based of my Great 7 fic Unit:Yuu!

Notes: I do not know what kind of Arab Jafar is Aba/Baba for him, please let me know if this incorrect—

Queen of Hearts + Jabberwock

The Queen of Hearts has always been a zany one to say what photo she has of you that she adores on any given day would be difficult. In short, she loves them all!

It is such a shame that instant photography wasn't a thing back in her era, she would have taken so many photos of herself and Wonderland and she would have loved to show you all of them, it would certainly save the Jabberwock from having to explain so much.

The Queen watches you from afar as she drifts into her own thoughts. How she would have loved to take you into Wonderland with her and have your portraits done together.

Perhaps you could take your camera with you and you both can record all the memories you make together? How fitting would it have been to have photos of you in your wackiest poses and outfits up on the walls without having to get each one painstakingly painted?

She watches you rest the Jabberwocks head on her lap, and a smile graces her face at the sight of her little Rose with her greatest warrior. Should she still have her kingdom, she would have barked orders for the royal painter immediately.

Perhaps she doesn't have a favorite photo or picture of you because it hasn't made it yet, and as you take a photo of you and her with the Jabberwock all together (a photo you will undoubtedly hide from Crowley), she realizes she would never be able to find a favorite, as all she wants to now is to keep taking more.

Scar + The Hyenas

Scar has seen Rafiki's artwork before, and he was never impressed by the crude cave paintings he made, especially the ones that represented him.

If Rafiki were to have made one of you, however... he wouldn't know how to feel.

Even then, he much prefers these cameras and their strange instant paintings, after all he has never looked better in them! They really catch his good side!

Scar would huff in faux uninterest when he sees you pointing the camera around and taking photos of those three idiot hyenas around Ramshackle. And when you take photos of him he certainly doesn't strike a pose on purpose! (He snarls at Ed who even thinks about mentioning the idea.)

Still even as you show all of the photos you took, even of the ones of you, the hyenas, and him, it can never compare to the old "photo" of you and him together that he keeps hidden.

Cub is what he called you. To him, you were one. He was teaching you how to hunt with those Hyenas, how to sneak up on your prey and attack, and your victorious smile as you helped them take down a gazelle.

He remembered his muddy paws dragging across stony ground as Banzai carried the gazelle carcass with him, the group of hunters having to take it to the fire so you can eat.

Scar noticed how you suddenly stopped in your tracks and stared down at the ground. Annoyed, Scar huffed telling you to hurry up, and when you went on your knees and poked at the ground below you he snarled and circled back to you

That was when he noticed you were staring at his paw print in part of the ground. Your child self seemed to glow when you saw it, and you took your own muddy and bloodied hand and put it right over his print as if comparing sizes. When you took it away, he saw your small handprint right on his.

He may have actually have had a soft moment with you then and there if it wasn't for the hyena's prodding. Upon seeing the hand and paw print, Ed immediately remarked on how he wanted to do that too, and put his own next to yours, then Shenzi and Banzai, ever competitive, started arguing about doing the same, shoving each other out of the way to put their paw down as well.

In the end, all of your prints were together in a way that oddly resembled Rafiki's dribble. "Are you all satisfied now?" He huffed, snarling, "Now go! All of you!" He barked making the hyenas walk off and you follow. As you all walked off he tore up that part of the stone from the ground and carried it in his mouth, following the cackle closely behind with it.

He despised the way some child managed to worm his way into his heart and yet here is years later with you all grown up, and he still has the stone tablet hidden away for his eyes only. He refuses to let you see how soft he has gotten for you.

Shenzi definitely knows of it and tells you about his secret, prompting Scar to try and kill her.

Ursula + The Eels

Oh dear, now that's a question all right.

If it was up to her and she was able to have had you down in Atlantica, she would have hung so many paintings of you and her poopsies on her grotto walls, your chubby baby self was adorable, you know?

She often has fleeting thoughts of being the one to have brought you up under the sea. Just her a single mom and her three kids as her accomplice in villainy. How she would teach you how to brew the most powerful potions and run a good business...

Even now, she watches the curious glint in your eyes as you explore NRC and takes photos of everything, she's happy you have started to discover who you are.

You naturally take a lot of photos of her new makeup looks, along with your eel brothers wearing matching drag with you. She loves to pick up the Polaroids and commits them to memory, swiping her thumb over herself along with her children's faces lovingly.

It was during one of your weekly drag/makeup nights together. You had on some dramatic trashy show in the background as you all talked and did makeup. You kept one of your eyes closed ad Flotsam hangs on your neck like a scarf, using his tail to hold a brush and dab on eyeshadow while you work on Jetsam's eyebrows. Ursula smiled at the sight of her children bonding.

The peace didn't last long, as you made a particularly shady remark about that crow bastard causing Flotsam to cackle and squeeze you slightly, and Jetsam to slap you fave lightly with his tail.

As the Sibling Codex states, you all now must duel in a free for all and allow no survivors. There are no rules to uphold any honor.

Standing up, you pried Flotsam's body making him loosen the grip around your neck, and flung up the arm that Jetsam was anchored on.

Comically, the dangling eel slapped the camera sitting on the coffee table up from where it was and snap a photo.

"Jetsam! I swear if the camera is broken—" "Hey you're the one that flung me!"

Picking up the camera and looking it over you let out a breath of relief before checking out the film that came out

"Come here dear let me see..." Urusla spoke as you walked over.

Though slightly blurry, the photo featured all of you. You had a bright smile on your features as did your siblings who were smushed into you as fashionable accessories. In the background, Ursula sat elegantly admiring her children. And though she wasn't the center of the photo, she loved to see her children happy.

Were she were back in her grotto, this photo would have been displayed as one of her most prized possessions.

Jafar + Iago

It wasn't often he dreamt, but when he did, he dreamed big. He was Sultan of the Sands and the most powerful sorcerer of all with you as his heir by his side. Sure, Iago would be there too he supposes...

He would rule with an iron fist and bring about a Golden Age for his kingdom while tutoring you on the side, teaching you laws and ideals and the most powerful spells he knows. There would be all sorts of depictions of the two of you, mosaics, tapestries, poems, paintings, and perhaps even a few statues as well.

You would both be depicted as you should: powerful and intelligent... and Iagos there too he guesses...

So imagine his surprise when his favorite photo isn't a pretentious one at all.

When you first got your camera, he took pride in being photographed and always posed his very best, he wouldn't stand for any unsightly photos you may try to take. He would stand tall with Iago on his shoulder and staff in hand, evil and powerful. He would hate to be depicted as anything less.

As you set up the ghost camera on the stand, you start to take a few experimental photos as well as test out the timer function on it. Honesty it was thanks to Jafar it worked, his intuition and knowledge of technology were always remarkable.

"Any more trouble from that device, Yuu?" Jafar's voice snaps you out of focus as you turn to him standing in the common room, Iago perched where he usually was. "Nope not anymore, thank you Baba" you smile as you check out the camera again.

"Want to try and take a photo with me to test it out?" "If you mean one of those 'selfies' I will have to refuse!" "No, no, not like that I promise!"

Arching a brow and heaving a sigh Jafar relents. You get to work setting up the camera before running over to pose with them. You watched as the timer counted down... 4...3...2...

Suddenly, you throw yourself into Jafar in a deep hug as Iago squawks indignantly. The flash goes off. Sputtering for a moment as he takes a moment to adjust himself, he huffs. "What was the meaning of that Diamond?" Jafar snaps as he shoots you a glare. "Yeah that's the big deal?!" Iago cawed.

You smirked as you snagged the Polaroid out of the camera and aired it out with a few shakes before showing the pair.

The photo showed you pulling Jafar closer to you, holding onto and nuzzling into him dearly like a toddler would do their mother. He actually wore the slightest smile in the photo. Iago's wings were spread and for once he looked like the lively bird he was and not some villainous lackey.

"I have a lot of photos of Jafar and Iago, but none of my baba and my friend" You muttered holding the photo close to you. "But now I do, and don't worry it's for my eyes only... I would hate to ruin your image.

Jafar shuts his eyes for a moment, perhaps he was unintentionally and unknowingly strict. "No no, retake the photo, little one." He says as he holds your shoulder. "Let's take another photo as a family this time."

Jafar and Iago both sat on the rickety couch of Ramshackle as you set up the camera again before running back and sitting next to them. Iago hopped into your lap as you hugged the vizier. Jafar looked down at you both lovingly before wrapping his arms around you gently, allowing the camera to snap, and like that, his favorite photo of you was made.

Queen Grimhilde + The Raven

Ever since staying in Ramshackle, the Evil Queen would dream about being back home in her palace. She would walk down the halls of rooms and for a moment pretend the floors were stone and echoed with her steps and not creak under her weight. The walls were to be lined with intricate decor and tapestries along with art, and as she walks into your room to look at the mirror, she imagines it's her vanity where she would admire herself.

Raven stood on her shoulder preening her and she shut her eyes imagining the glory days when she ruled but this time she imagines herself with you at her side.

How you would sit on the stool in front of her vanity and look at yourself in the mirror as she clasps a necklace onto you after she finished dressing you up. How you would walk beside her amongst the guards and servants as she enters the throne room which used to have a lone throne but now has two.

How you would both sit regally as she deals with nobles and teach you how to rule with an iron fist and to be your worst possible self. How she would take you to her garden and poisons and teach you how to grow and use each one, later taking you into her study to practice your potionology.

You deserved much better than this place in her eyes, and once she gets her body back she will ensure you both rise to power once again. Even if you are currently living in a... less than ideal situation she will have you carry yourself with the same level of respect and pride she feels like you should have.

She shows you which plants can be used for hair and skin and makeup. She shows you how to embroider your clothes and sew. She shows you proper manners for everything as well— no child of hers will be taken for a slob. Your elegance hides your wild side and villainous upbringing well, only showing it to those who are worthy.

Her ghost sits across from you in the guest room, a glass of tea poured out for her in her honor though she can't drink from it. You finish up your latest piece as you push the needle through a few more times. Letting out a breath of relief, you tuck away the needle and hold out the new dress shirt you made in your preferred style. "Good work," she says approvingly as the Raven lets out a squawk, and you both continue to chat about your day.

The next day, you put on the shirt you worked so hard on, slipping on the right pants, shoes, and homemade accessories to match. Today, your mother decides to help you put on some light makeup, her ghost guiding your hands to apply foundation.

She then helps you put on your accessories and she is reminded of the fantasy she had the other day. "Thank you, Mama." You say smiling. "I guess this is my first official... complete outfit..." You didn't any decent clothes to start with since coming here, and even when you wore nicer things, you could never truly make it your own, you couldn't have your own style. Yet in the mirror you see all of your hard work put into sewing and saving, creating an outfit from your mother's love.

You look at yourself in the hand mirror you own as the Queen holds your face lovingly. "Shall we take a photo to commemorate the occasion?" You ask, smiling. "Ah yes, that ghost camera of yours can see me, can't it?"

You nod and begin to set the camera up. The Queen never cared for the photos it took, preferring the status symbol of oil paintings in her castle. As you stood next, she helped to pose you at the perfect angle, adjusting your posture and such as she stood beside you, hand on your head.

The photo came out, and it was as perfect as she would imagine it to be. Admiring it, she thinks back to getting her power again and her castle back, and for some reason, the first thing she imagines doing is to recreate this portrait with you, this time in paint, and the highest quality clothes you want.

Hades + Pain & Panic

His favorite photo of you? One where you look your best, one where you look powerful and strong and— oh wait his favorite photo of you?

When Hades found out the ghost camera can register him, he and his imps were over the moon. You best believe you had to make him look cool. (You gave in because Hades was never given the same respectable portraits compared to his family).

Every photo of him portraying him positively... touched my heart. He wasn't the unwanted brother or the laughing stock, outcasted and forgotten. He was Hades, God of the Underworld.

The imps also loved any photos of them taken positively, but they also didn't mind the funny ones too. Honestly, these two were absolute menaces with the camera, often stealing it and taking the worst photos of you.

Though you have some photos of yourself, or with your friends, none of them ever truly called out to Hades. He would simply see some as neat or use photos to lovingly bully you. Yet when he thought about it, all of his siblings seemed to always have some sort of art piece representing their children, he remembers Zeus and his insane amount of photos of his brat when he was born after all. He can't help but sort of desire one... but what?

For a good, while he can't help but look at all the photos you take and pay special attention to the ones that you were in— you best believe that if you have a photo with one of your friends he's gonna tease you for your "boyfriend".

As he goes through them he tries to find one that feels like it shows off his kid well, yet he can't. You look good in all of your photos, but you didn't feel like you. That's the one thing he's noticed since coming here. You couldn’t be your true self, you weren't allowed to bare your teeth and be truly free the way you should be.

Hades actually stews on this for a while silently, Pain and Panic bother him about it much to his chagrin. As the days went by Hades seemed to get more and more and more annoyed by your environment sucking the life out of you. Homework was annoying, Ramshackle sucked, and that damned crow bastard keeps dumping responsibility onto you! How is his kiddo supposed to shine like this?!

Recently, Crowley dumped another annoying task onto you— something stupid about looking into clumsy kids. You hated it but got Pain and Panic ready to help you as you went about interviewing victims and such. It was rotten work.

Maleficent + Diaval

Eventually, with your idiot squad, things picked up, and you came up with the idea of catching the perpetrator with your camera, as Crowley states he needs evidence. One thing led to another. Here we are in the Savanahclaw Dorm, facing the lion down face to face. Pain and Panic stood on either side of you as you stood your ground, stance widening to prepare for a fight.

And fight you did. Hades watched in absolute awe as you fought against the blot, rolling and sliding past attacks while seizing any opportunity to get a hit or to create an opening for your friends. Pain and Panic both helped, occasionally lashing at Leona to throw off his aim or providing your some healing and shielding with their shapeshifting abilities.

As the dust settled, and the sun rose higher in the sky, your silhouette stood amongst the rubble as you panted, fists still clenched. You had a powerful aura around you along with a steely gaze as you stared down at the lion beneath you. Panic suddenly pops up, ghost camera in hand as he snaps a photo. "How's that for proof?" he snickers alongside Pain as you finally relax.

The photo standing over your opponent had exactly what the other photos of you lacked. There was a fire in your eyes, a confident stance, and though dirt-covered and sweaty, you were unapologetically you in the moment. Not to mention badass.

Yet that wasn't the only reason Hades adored it. The image reminded of him Zeus' brat he despised. How that damned Hercules would be painted and shown off everywhere as a legend with his powerful stance, often standing over the slain monsters that Hades meticulously put together to defeat him.

And yet... here you were: A mirror image of him, a perfect foil. And unlike Hercules, you were still here and so was he. That brat failed to kill him. Through his child, he has won... Ha! Take that, Zeus! Just wait for round 2! This time, he won't fail.

Maleficent is also one who doesn't understand newer technology. She simply can't wrap her head around a device that makes portraits instantly without magic. After a bit of explanation from Diaval (who still doesn't know much), she simply accepts it.

Like Grimhilde, the Fae much prefers painted portraits, and often finds herself imagining how you would look in one every time she sees one of your "selfies".

The Fae Queen finds it endearing that you want to take photos of her and your dear uncle Diaval, trying your best to make some good memories in this miserable place. Even on your nightly walks together, you bring your camera with you to photograph the wildlife around you.

Seeing your features light up just by seeing the smallest bug makes her feel a strange sense of pride as if this proves you belong to her and the forest of the fae. She's glad to know that enjoys nature just as much as her.

Passing by a small pond, the three of you pause for a moment. Diaval, in his crow form, is happily perched onto your shoulder, nuzzling and preening you as you give him a few scratches and look up to the night sky above you. As your eyes reflect the stars, Maleficent is reminded of a fond memory.

You were a child at the time, to be honest, she couldn't tell you how old you were, at her age, all children start looking the same.

The fae was coming to terms with being a ghost— a ghost stuck inside a child no less— and she certainly did not appreciate it. How could such a pudgy and idiotic vessel possibly be worthy of the Mistress of All Evil?

She would sneer at the idea of growing attached to you. Even as your child self waved and smiles at her, she snarled in response, baring her fangs at you. To her surprise, you merely giggled. She wasn't amused.

No matter how many times she snapped and told you to go away, or order Diaval to distract you, you would always come back to her eventually. She just didn't get it, why do you like her so much?! Under the guise of not wasting her breath or energy, she stopped trying to distance herself from you, allowing your small baby hands to play with her cloak or touch her horns. You were a curious little beastie, weren't you?

She remembers watching you grow up little by little, watching your kid self play with Diaval as a crow and give each other affection, how she cast protection spells on you as you ran through the forest barefoot, cursing any sharp stones you may step on.

She remembers guiding you as you picked berries and copied the animals you saw. She remembers singing you lullabies and telling you stories of her home, hoping she could take you to it. Her warnings about trusting men.

She remembers how unequivocally she fell for the child that melted her heart, and how she assigned Diaval to you, making him promise to always watch out for you and to serve you as he did her.

And she especially remembers how you approached her with a scribbled-on, crumpled sheet of paper. You babbled as you held up the piece to her. Kneeling down with her usual stern expression, she examined the scribbles closer.

Crude lines depicted an all-black horned figure holding a staff in one hand, hand awkwardly stretched out to touch hands with the tiny figure in the middle. An attempt at a blackbird was drawn in the other outstretched hand of the child, its best open in a caw. All of the figures had clumsy smiles. Arrows pointed to all of the figures labeled 'Me' 'Malycent' and 'Diovl'

Diaval perched on Maleficent's shoulder, getting the best look he could before swooping in and nuzzling your kid self. As you laughed and giggled Maleficent allowed a small smile to grace her features as she watches you play.

To this day, she still has the piece of paper in her cloak, enchanted with the strongest protection spell she could do in her current state. In her mind, no other portrait than the one you drew could ever compare.

Perhaps one day when she rules from her thorny castle, she will have this art piece framed in her study, for her eyes only.

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What Would An Album About You Sound Like?

Disclaimer: This reading is for entertainment purposes only. Tarot readings are about possibilities based on your current energy. Energy is forever changing and nothing is set in stone. Always remember, you have your own free will to make whatever decision you feel is best.

Close your eyes, take a deep breath, envision the person you are thinking of and then choose the pile(s) you feel most drawn to.

Pile One

Ahhh okay this is so cute. Im going to try to explain this as best as I can, Pile 1. So this seems like a concept album. The idea of the album (not the sound but idea ya know) reminds me of “Melodrama” by Lorde. I’ll leave a quote here for a better description but it’s like a concept album about a single night

“Melodrama is described as a loose concept album that explores the theme of solitude, in the framework of a single house party with the events and moods that entail it”

The album about you is similar in the sense that it’s a “loose concept album” but it’s about the writer seeing you. It’s like you’re at this party that the songwriter is also at and they’re obsessed from the moment they lay eyes on you. You’re like this beautiful unobtainable being to them and they want to get to know you so bad but they just can’t seem to talk to you. This could also progress to a one night stand that never progresses to more because of a lack of communication to this album is going through the writer meeting you and watching you throughout the night and then goes into their regrets and what they wish they would have said to you the next day, if that makes sense.

They see you at a party and think you’re so beautiful but can’t seem to find the words to tell you that. I keep hearing “I like the way my bedsheets look on your body” from “hello!” By role model. (I believe that’s the right song but lmk if it’s wrong so I can fix it!) and I keep being reminded of this musician on TikTok “Chappell Roan” and their song “Red Wine Supernova” I think that’s similar to what this album would sound like and it also fits the aesthetic. I highly recommend you listen to this song because it fits your album so perfectly. I tried to find a lyric that resonates the best to include but they all work so well that I couldn’t choose.

Despite this entire album being about only you and just one night leading into the next morning, it’s still so diverse (I hope that makes sense) like you’d think there’s only so many songs you could write about a 12ish hour time frame and one person but this writer has endless things to say about you and the night you met them. I could see one song having a feature and it’s later in the album somewhere between tracks 7-12 or so. The aesthetic of the album is very neon lights, the dance floor on prom night after everything has died down and people are starting to go home, slow, melodramatic and just really pretty. Again, I highly recommend you check out “Red Wine Supernova” because it fits so well.

Track list:

1. Pretty

2. Blooming

3. missing you

4. Shinning Eyes

5. Dying Slow

6. Party Streamers

7. Old Fashioned (Feat. Another Artist)

8. Starlight

9. Nova’s Surprise

10. Sunset

11. morning after

12. You

Pile Two

Pile two, your album sounds like one written by Hozier, Noah Kahan or The Lumineers. It reminds me a lot of “Angela” by The Lumineers. Specifically the lyric “Angela, spent your whole life running away” and “vacancy, hotel room, lost in me, lost in you” it also reminds me of Ethel Cain in the sense that it’s a concept album about running away and starting a new life (but not as dark as ethel’s and with a much better outcome than she got. I heard “success story” it’s about leaving behind a difficult past and moving forward. There’s hope for the future in these songs, remembrance of the past and healing trauma. It’s a beautiful album with a good balance of different emotions. I could see this album coming with a short film or a series of music videos that piece together to tell a store. Similar to “III” by the Lumineers.

I keep hearing a few snippets from the deluxe version of “Stick Season” (that will be out June 9th 👀) like “Medicate meditate swear your soul to Jesus / Throw a punch fall in love give yourself a reason” or “we ain’t angry at you love, you’re the greatest thing we’ve lost” it’s such a beautiful album with so much soul and emotion.

I could see this album getting an acoustic live version that artists do sometimes like “Album, live from Wherever” you know? This album has very unique and catchy lyrics that stick with people, the type of lyrics people take and sell on things in their Etsy shop or use as a quote in their yearbook or put in their instagram bio. It almost feels like poetry. I also heard “escapism” this is the type of music that paints a picture and takes you somewhere else. This album will kind of chronologically tell a story about you moving forward and healing from trauma and finding a peaceful ending. Ending with a song like “Angelia”

Track list

1. movement

2. Adelaide’s Interlude

3. mother

4. farmhouse

5. leave me behind

6. baby blue

7. mustang

8. you’re gonna go far

9. more than this

10. peace

11. at your own pace

12. growing pains

13. at last

Pile Three

I feel like this album has a soft rock sort of sound? Like hozier with a rockier edge if that makes sense? It reminds me of the way hozier sings about love. He sings about a very deep and impactful love and his writing his like poetry and I think that’s what an album about you would sound like. I think this album could be about the writer/musician fighting feelings for you because they’re focused on career or are just concerned about the outcome of the relationship. They might have a fear of falling or something.

However, the last card I pulled was the 10 of cups so the outcome is very good. I feel like this album is coming from a reflective place like this is after yourself and your spouse have settled down and had kids or pets or whatever you would like and your partner is looking back at your relationship from the very beginning up until now and writing about it.

I keep hearing “I’m in love with an emo girl” I don’t think this is what the album will sound like but maybe that’s your aesthetic/vibe? This might just be conformation for you. I also keep hearing that Shania Twain song “you’re still the one” this is the kind of album that fans would dissect like narrow down the time you met your person and talk about every lyric and how that lyric relates to you and your relationship etc. this album talks about how devoted and in love with you your person is but also talks about the (I heard “trials and tribulations”) it took for you two to get there so it may include religious reference. Like religion by Lana Del Rey or Don’t Blame Me by Taylor Swift where there’s this slight aspect of religion/devotion to your partner.

You hear a lot about how you have to actively choose your partner everyday to make a long term relationship work and this album would definitely delve into that a little. It could also be produced by you and your partner’s mutual friends or people who have been there since the beginning or very early in in your relationship. I think this would be a longer album and there’s definitely 18+ songs on there 👀

Track list

1. October

2. Cosmic

3. Full Moon

4. Bourbon Street

5. She’s All Over Me

6. Starla

7. The Empress

8. Diamond Eyes

9. Find More of Me

10. Dreamscape

11. Escapades

12. Midnight

13. You’re All I Need

14. Mirror

15. Apartment 32

16. Deep End

17. Eternity

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