#and now i'm too lazy to revise

[hwathinker]

"aww, why are you crying baby? come on, i'm gonna take a break now can i?"

pairings ; best friend!yunho x fem!reader warnings ; i don't think there is.. (i'm joking.. there's cockwarming, blowjobs(?), petnames) just yunho being a tease and annoying.. i really love the cocky + nerdy concept on yunho ;) wn ; hey! i finally got a free time today, so i decided to spend it on writing something. i'll be taking requests by the way! i'm hoping to see some smutty reqs from ya'll hahaha

"come on y/n, its not that hard to memories these shit." yunho said, poking your head which was buried to the book you were supposed to read. you had spent over an hour in his apartment, just for a study session. you also promised yourself to study for real this time but i guess the tiredness and laziness in you held you back. you shook your head aggressively, making him stop touching you. "y/n, we have a really tight schedule and i know you know that. plus our presentation is in 3 days. spend your time studying so you won't have to struggle to go out with me." you shot your head up as soon as yunho mentioned about going out. your parents doesn't really let you go out unless you do something great in school. but with pleasing them by doing house chores, you know you could get out easily. well, not every time.

"ugh.. how many times do i have to read these?!" pointing at the open book, you looked at him. "if you really want me to memories this then how about you?" you held the book up close to your face, shooting your eyes up to him then at the book back to make sure he isn't peeking. yunho sighed, letting go of his pen and turning to you. he looked at the book title, making a face to remember something. "well, physics huh.. what page are you in?" he asked, shifting his body and putting his arm on the table so that he can rest his head on his fist with his cheeks. you quickly went to the first page, knowing that he doesn't pay that much attention on a first page of a book. "uh.. page one. i'm not telling you what it is though." you said, burying your head to the book once again and shifting you gaze between the book and yunho every 4 seconds. yunho smiled, pretending to remember what was on the first page. "physics is the natural science of matter, involving the study of matter, its fundamental constituents, its motion and behavior through space and time, and the related entities of energy and force." you read what was on the page along with what he said, your eyes slowly going wide as he do.

"the fuck?! how in the earth did you remember every damn word in this one ass page?!" you slammed the green book on the table, going up close to him with rage in you. "i don't know, maybe i started to pay attention to the first page now. or maybe not, because i'm smart." he said, going back to his position and continue his revision. "or maybe.. you could help cover for me?" you said, leaning your head on the table as you puppy eyed him as you smile. yunho gave you a silent answer, which was a no. "come on yun, i know you like obeying me." you teased again, smiling ever so widely. "how about you study or i fuck that mouth off." he shift his gaze to you, placing down the pen under his palm.

you pouted, covering your face with your hand. yunho let out a small chuckle, grabbing you by your waist to get you more close. "i've never seen you this shy, y/n. you always fight back my teasings." he said, laying head head on the table too, close to your covered face. "i'd rather have a cock inside me for long enough than having to suck one that has a possibility of piss on it." you mumbled, hoping he won't hear a single thing when he's just right there, in front of you. yunho took your hand away from your face, meeting his eyes that was already staring at you. "do you want to try?" he bit his bottom lip, smiling lightly. you think, furrowing your eyebrows and pouting your lips. "i don't know. so you're hard?" you looked at his reddening face as your hand quickly went to his.. harden clothed dick. oh he is. yunho slaps your hand away quickly, holding them in his big ones. "suck it." he ordered, watching your smile grew wider. "why so needy? were you already planning this all along?" you said, shifting closer to him so there's no more space between the both of you. "sure. i'll do it. but you'll have to do a favor for me, too." you said again,getting up from the table and wait for him to strip. he stood up, sliding his sweats down and place them beside the table. but this time, he went to the sofa, sitting on it then leaning comfortably back while manspreading.

you looked at him with lust, his tongue going over his bottom lips, wetting them then biting them afterwards. he watches you walk towards him, your knee purposely hitting his crotch as you lean in to give his jaw a nice lingering kisses, to his lips. "how long have you been keeping this from me, hm?" you mumbled in the kiss, enjoying his taste. "ever since you appeared like a damn angel in front of me and decided to become my friend." he held your jaw with his hand, caressing them. you ran your hand from his bicep, down to his chest. gently touching every part as possible to make him shudder. you pulled away from the kiss, going down as he watches your every move. your tits, holding onto its dear life in the top you had. it looked like it want to pop out in any second you make a risky move. and your tight low rise jeans. ah, don't mention it anymore. he loves it when you wear that kind of clothes.

after you had took off his boxer, his dick sprung out, precum leaking to his base. "fuck, who are you going big for? me?" you said, grabbing his cock gently, kissing the pink aching tip. he hissed in pleasure, throwing his head back. "who else do i have to keep this dick for? of course it was for you, angel." oh god, that nickname has you every time. you licks his cock slowly, going down and fitting the whole base in your mouth. as you suck him off. him, on the other hand are sweating, tears started to form in that boy's eyes. he had his hands placed prettily under your chin so he has a better view while the other caress your hair ever so sweetly. he is this sweet when receiving a blowjob? oh you could do this everyday if it means he is. "mmh, such a good girl. other boys must not be this thick, right? i know you enjoy this so much, baby." he said in between moans, grunts. you swirl your tongue, making a popping sound when letting his cock go. he felt empty, and cold.

yunho pouted, watching his dick being held and watched by you. "y/n.. why did you do that? more please.." he begged, grabbing your free hand and holding them in his. "i want a favor back." you gently pump his cock, watching him biting his bottom lip. "what is it hm..?" he hummed, thinking about what you possibly want. you leaned and lay your cheeks on his cock, looking up to him. "i want you to cover for me for the presentation soon."

and that, you were being sat on his lap while he does his revision. your top thrown away even god don't know where, your jeans and red panties thrown at the sofa. now, you're being forced to sit on his dick that has cummed a few times because you moved a little. you were facing behind, hugging him so tightly, hoping to not make a certain move or he takes a break to play with your hardened tits again. i said, again. you shuddered at the feeling of his liquid constantly coming out and its touching your walls. "y/n baby, don't move please? i've said this a thousandth times already." as he put his pen down, he pulled you so that you're leaning on the edge of the table and facing him. "aww, why are you crying baby? come on, i'm can take a break now can i?"

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hehe a small yunho smut for ya'll <3 i miss this man so much and have you seen his airport look? god damn i would devour every single inch of it. and have ya'll seen seonghwa's gianna boyfriend?? goshh if he's not putting a shirt on i'm gonna suck those tits LMAO lmk if theres any error guys.. and remember to drop some hot ass smut thoughts on my inbox please im beggin u

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[charmedreincarnation]

Hey guysss! A lot of people have been asking for me to make a challenge for a while now. I honestly didn’t want to, not because I’m against them or anything but because the law will be different for everyone. Sometimes, it feels like tumblr needs a reminder - you are the only person who knows what you need to do to succeed. I wish I could imprint this realization on everyone's minds. I’ve also gotten so manyyyy asks about things that genuinely just feel like your doubts repeating in your mind constantly so I’m gonna talk abt my beliefs bc y’all are spiraling really hard. I get it you want your desires for Christmas and new years. It’s okay take a breath, you're alive and will be okay.

Firstly: at the beginning I used to spend countless time spiraling into depression, constantly changing my methods every time I saw a new success story, and every time I found a new foolproof' tumblr method. Methods that were supposed to guarantee results in a day so when they didn’t I felt rlly useless. It was annoying, to say the least, and I don’t want to help others do the same thing, but really all I can do is reiterate what I always say and hope you apply it to everything!!

A lot of you guys wanted something that didn’t involve the void state, so that’s what this will revolve around! But feel free to make this void orientated if you desire, and I’ll also add a void section so all my babies can eat!

Ok so you’ve over consumed, you have dropped the void, and now have switched to just assuming and knowing that you would wake up with your dream life - embracing states. Great! At first, it will seem like you're doing nothing but you aren’t! For example, I knew I was dwelling in the state of wish fulfilled when I went to work without shedding tears, when I looked in the mirror and didn't think I was ugly because, well, I'm beautiful! I didn't care abt not performing well on a test because I could revise my past etc. this isn’t to say ignore the 3D: don’t do that, please try and make sure you’re safe and okay. But know life is malleable. Slowly, things that used to bother me—my parents, grades, anxiety, self-deprivation—started to fade away. Even though my dream life hadn't reflected in my 3D yet, I felt the switch. That's when I decided, I know what to do.

I also remember finding this cute website a long time ago that I want to share that summarizes it in such a great and simple way.

So Before I knew or understood what LOA was, I found this gem of an article on I am Love'- "How To Shift Into A State & Stay There". I think I have a post abt it somewhere on my blog but I’m too lazy to find it so here it is again.

Basically it explains that the essence of shifting into a desired state and staying there. What resonated with me was her choice to dwell in the state of knowing that her desires are hers, no matter what.

The way she used colloquial language made the content relatable and easy to understand. It's like having a conversation with a friend who's guiding you through hard concepts with “dumbed down” language because at the beginning states made 0 sense to me.

Posts like this really helped me particularly because when I discovered Neville, it required three attempts on my part to not only intellectually grasp his teachings, but also to truly comprehend him as a whole, given his non-contemporary speaking tbh.

I recommend it if you find yourself stuck or not really grasping the law yet (which is more than okay) but, if you're looking to understand the loa better or just learn more give this article a read.

There’s also a particular quote from Neville that really got me to dive into his work after finding this article and it was- “The being that you really are, descended to the weakness of the flesh, causing you to experience the state you are now in. Contemplate another state, and the same being who brought your present form into being will restore and make alive the other state, the state desired. This he will continue to do until his purpose is fulfilled. That purpose is to follow a certain pattern back into the unity of being. You see, in the beginning we were drafted. We did not volunteer to fall into these states. We were made subject into futility, not willingly but by the will of him who sent us. But when we return we will discover that we are the very being who subjected us. We are now the sons, destined to return as God the Father!”

Now that you understand and are ready to apply state, Here’s a routine I’ve created to hopefully help you guys! It is very simple and not time consuming at all.

Scripting and writing: I love writing and feeling like the author of my own story, literally bringing my creation to life. I would write when I felt like it. Whenever I wanted to dwell in my state, I would simply write, "I have my dream life." It's so simple, yet it embodies everything I need. If you’re more of a picture girl, use Pinterest instead. Or both if you prefer it doesn’t matter.

Edward arts' "I am creator meditation": Again, do this whenever you like it. It's one of the few meditations that didn't bore me to death and seemed to work with my ADHD. I also love reading, so I would read his pdf whenever I felt like it and take mental notes. Reading his work was a reminder I was doing everything right, it resonated with me very well.

During doubt and overstimulation: When things get overwhelming, close your eyes and let the emotions pass. They’re just thoughts! repeat the words "I am" until your heart returns to its normal rhythm. It's a simple yet powerful way to ground yourself amidst the whirlwind of emotions. And guess what? You can use this technique for doubt too! So the next time you're feeling overwhelmed, remember the power of "I am". It's a gentle reminder of your existence, your resilience, and your capability to be whatever you want despairs any emotional turmoil.

Thank god: (yourself!!) When reminded of your desires. Thank you god. When you see your desires, (eg:Pinterest, online or you’re just reminded) thank you god! When you see an image of your desires, thank you god! When you dream or think about your desires. Thank god! Always thank the person fulfilling it aka you ;)! If you’re religious just thank the god you actually follow.

Nightly reflections: At night, ask yourself , "What would I do if I woke up in my dream life right now?" repeat this question throughout the night. Then, imagine whatever scene you want. What would you do if you could not fail? What would you do if you had all the money in the world right now. What if you looked in the mirror and saw the most ethereal being and it’s just you? What about if you woke up in your dream house with your dream family and pets? This is inspired by one of the first shifting methods I created that helped me fulfill my imagination before I knew what that meant. When you’re ready to sleep just remind yourself it is done, and drift off into your desires.

As I've always said, I've been a great daydreamer. I knew exactly what I wanted my life to look and feel like. I envisioned my walk-in closet filled with luxurious outfits, waking up in my dream room on a soft mattress with my pets purring nearby. I saw the decor reflecting my personality in every corner of my large, and pretty room. I imagined walking into my bathroom, seeing all my cool Sephora products lined up for my skincare and shower routine. I love taking care of myself because I know I deserve it. I saw myself looking in the mirror, knowing I'm "that girl" who turns heads wherever she goes.I visualized going downstairs in my boujee dream house,and seeing my family stress-free, smiling, and eating well. I saw plans being made on my phone, my friends were excited to see and talk to me. I went to my kitchen, filled with expensive ingredients ready for me to cook meals for my loved ones - because I love cooking. I saw myself checking my bank account and seeing multiple seven figures in my savings, checking, and investment accounts and opportunities easily presenting myself to make more if I wanted. I saw myself running errands in my car, shopping, getting Starbucks, having expensive lunch with friends, and making a trip to Target. Despite the simplicity of the day, I would come home and be like, "Ugh, what a long day!"like that one khloe kardashian meme. What if all this happened today? Visualize and feel the scenes so clearly that it felt like it's already happening.. not just in your imagination.

Most importantly: Define the law for you! Stop parroting bloggers and intertwine your own beliefs with the law. The only principle of the law is that through persistence assumption will harden into a fact. Other than that anything goes except for facts that are wrong.

Here’s old notes I found in my phone lol just so you know what I mean by define the law for you: ignore the writing I was kinda dumb and new to the law 😭😭

Now this is for my void babies if you made it this far.

Read this post.

This is it copied bc the links are wonky sometimes

“My previous method is based on the persistent assumption, which a lot of people don’t know how to do right and it might take some time even for those who have the right self-concept and the mindset, so today I was in the process of manifesting this method.

And I was successful!

This method is for everyone. It’s the easiest Void method.

Do you know that you get into the Void state at night automatically? At that time the whole perceived world disappears for you. Every single perception and assumption you have disappears while your consciousness in the calm and natural Void state.

Use it to your advantage. Now that you know about the Void that you enter when you sleep, the perfect state to manifest anything that you wish to perceive, with no “resistance”, no illusions of annoying solid things around, you only need to remember your scripted starting point in your DR and practice watching it all coming out of the Void.

Practice that scene with your eyes closed, say to yourself:”That is what I perceive. Next time I’m in the Void, I’ll experience this”. You won’t even need to be fully aware of yourself that way when you get into the Void while you are asleep. Your subconscious would do all the work as it now would have the instruction and a clear image of you expecting it.

Personal experience: as I was receiving information on this method, I almost stepped into my DR! I wasn’t even in the absolute void state, I was only creating the scene for this method and I felt it materialise with my senses!

I have great feeling that it’s going to give fast results for others! Try it, teach your subconscious what it needs to bring forth while in the Void, let it do your work for you!”

Lastly, I’m gonna talk abt my beliefs real quick bc the fear of shifting vs manifesting makes me sad for y’all. I understand you don’t wanna leave behind the people you love and that’s not fear to feel ashamed of having! I personally hate the npc mindset a lot of have people have adopted. The only thing we know for sure is that assumptions create realities, and consciousness is the real reality. Everything else boils down to assumptions, except for principles. For example, shifting is not lucid dreaming, even if you assume it to be. That is the principle. I’m just going to copy what I told my mutal bc I’m lazy and need to finish Christmas stuff 😭😭 but Our imagination and the 4D realm are products of our consciousness, which is indeed real. Our view of reality is shaped by our consciousness, since we can't experience everything all at once.

Unless, of course, you shift into a super omnipotent god. Even then, you’d probably still struggle with the concept of infinity because, well, infinity is infinite. And it’s constantly a never exnding expansion. As humans, we're finite beings, and our understanding of the infinite is naturally limited. Because you can’t and won’t ever experience everything at once, infinity is always expanding. Our awareness can be thought of as fragments of consciousness; it's like being a drop of water in a massive ocean. Even though our perception is limited, the infinite is always there, always existing. We simply adjust our awareness to perceive this infinite reality.

And through our consciousness, we are able to tap into other realities or 'multiverses', which give us a broader understanding of existence. This exploration of consciousness and the multiverse is a significant part of my journey into the world of manifestation.

The law of consciousness explains why, when you "shift" or change your perspective, you don't physically move. It's all about altering your state of awareness. This is also why time doesn't really matter in the grand scheme of things. You can become aware of any time or day you want, as long as you choose to be aware of it. It's like having a mental time machine. This law is why infinite universes exist. As long as you can be aware of it, you can assume and embody the state of that person. Whether that's someone with a billion dollars on Earth, or a person who lives in the Attack on Titan world, it's all about your awareness.Our awareness is just a fragment of the larger consciousness – hence the idea of the multiverse. Each universe is a different fragment, a different state of awareness. And we have the power to “shift” into any of these states, therefore shifting into any of these universes.

I’m telling you this bc there’s no need to be afraid of manifesting or being in a reality with robotic versions of the people you love. Ariana grande and Marilyn Monroe for example talk about loa without acknowledging it and we see their success. Neville Goddard and his followers saw each other’s manifestions and I manifest for my friends and they mnaifest for me.

Take a deep breath and let go of the tik tok clone mindsets y’all have they don’t exist. You can manifest and assume anything you want in your imagination. Y’all literally want to manifest things like millions of dollars, revising deaths, living in new countries, having immorality in your waiting rooms, and never aging which is all possible of course. So be for real, why assume and know that you can achieve all that, but it won't manifest exactly how you want? I've also wondered about what happens to the "old version" of people when they manifest their dream life. As far as I'm concerned, they dont exist because you choose not to be aware of them.

I really want to talk about this too, as I've received similar questions and, oh my god, I thought I was alone. I've always been a bit delusional and lived in my head, but when I became conscious of the law, did anyone else feel a sense of self-embarrassment? I don't know what that was, but I'd genuinely feel my soul wanting to throw up envisioning my desires that aren't mine, even though I've always been a daydreamer. It's kind of like when you feel you can't have them or it's strange to envision yourself with something you can't have, so you just purge yourself. 😭

I was thinking back to why that happened and laughing at myself because we need to be serious right now. Why are you getting sick by your own mind? Imagine if Van Gogh, anytime he pulled out a canvas and held a brush, was jump-scared by the brush. Picture him holding out the brush and just staring at the canvas crying because "well, the painting is going to suck 😐," "I don't know what to paint☹️☹️," "I already know it won't be like what I envision in my head 😡😡." Like, bro, the canvas is blank, just fucking paint. That’s why I really like his quote that's like...

“If you hear a voice within you say you cannot paint, then by all means paint and that voice will be silenced.” So If you’re scared of failing, if you’re scared of your desires, or scared of how it will come to fruition, for that reason alone is more so to and manifest it anyways.

But happy holidays guys! make some tea, scroll through Pinterest, read a good book and watch some Christmas films and remember if you can imagine/think your desires you can embody them bc where are you getting it from??

Here are some helpful documents I have read plus a cute vid I saw on insta reels : (let me know if the links are being weird)

#law of assumption #manifesation #manifesting #void state #my asks

[pangur-and-grim]

hey! i have been following your story trying to land a book deal closely and saw you've been successful so far! that s awesome, really happy for u. i'm hoping to get published too so seeking advice - do i understand correctly that instead of polishing my writting i should just dedicate my time to cultivating internet presence instead? if i got it right your follower numbers was a huge influence on gettign an agent? thanks!

I'm getting bad vibes from this ask, but I'll answer you as if it were genuine.

people in the real world do not care if you have a Tumblr blog. I got rejected by agencies and publishers 67 times, and only ended up with an agent because the guy thought my book was funny.

after I finished my book's first draft, I spent 11 months editing and revising it based on feedback from beta readers and agent rejections, draining my savings so that I could work on it obsessively, and now I'm right back in the editing/revising stage ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I get that "lazy influencer who succeeds instantly" is a trope, but I overwork to the point of damaging my health and have found barely any success.

#am I being too harsh on asker? #im like so tired rn lol. it's hard to judge whether or not this is bad faith

[lotusmi]

I finally got into the void. I've been trying for sooooo long, like a year now and honestly I spent a lot of time not even really trying so its kinda my fault but I finally pulled myself together and I've been listening to all of your void subs and then last night I tried gorgeouslypinks fild method and I didn't even wake up 6 hours later because I woke up randomly in the middle of the night like 3 hours but I did it then and it was so weird, like I was finger tapping one second and then the next I was like walking somewhere and then I had done some research about lucid dreams before and there's this thing called reality checking and for some reason, I decided to reality check so I poked my index finger through my hand and it literally went through and I realized I was in a lucid dream. I knew some people got kicked out of lucid dreams for being too excited so I tried to calm down and walk around some more and then I created a portal for the void state. I felt hella stupid because I like pretended I was doctor strange making that portal but it acctually worked and then I just went into the portal and the void is acctually so scary. Like yk everyone describes it as calm and like it was but it was sooo silent and like idk how to explain it, it felt like I was stuck in the deep sea. I wouldn't know how that feels but like that's how I'd think it would feel. So I just quickly affirmed that I had my desired face and left and today I woke up and I look so pretty. Like im so obsessed with my face. I kind of look like a Olivia Hussey, Kate Hudson mix. Honestly, I look really similar to Romee strijid but like honey brown eyes and dimples. Honestly, I regret not affirming that I enter the void state every night or anything like that but now that I know I can do it, I'm more confident and I'll do it next time and I won't be scared of how silent the void is. And just thank you so much. Honestly your posts motivated me so much and made me get off my lazy butt and actually work towards getting into the void and I feel like your subliminals really worked too, like I really felt my mindset changing and I'm just so emotional rn, like a mix of happy, regretful, excited, sad, and grateful.

SUCCESS STORY!!!!

oh my loveee!!! What an experience, no? I am getting emotional toooo! 💕 And the way you opened the portal like doctor strange HAHHAHA, i love him! No but you are so prettyyyy?? Aaaa

I am so pround of you! Like, one year? And you did it! See? You are so powerful angel!💓 Why won't you just assume/revise you had affirmed that you always enter easily (because you do!)

I am so happy you felt better with my posts and subs 💓

@gorgeouslypink indeed has amazing posts and she is such an inspiration to me too 💗

@voidsuccess what a success!

#success story #void state #void success #void success story #i am state #the void state #Lotuses success

[diaryofaprettyprincess]

dark!yandere/obsessed!eddie munson :0 they get into a fight and reader wants to break up so he does something about it... (btw love your writing!)

poor reader :,(

note: this kinda sucks bc i wrote it on my lunch break at work earlier and then was too lazy to revise lol.. also.. this is very dark so be aware and read the CW.

CW: obsessed!eddie munson x innocent!fem!reader (doesnt need to be innocent could be just naive), HINTS of crybaby!reader but tbh who wouldnt be crying in this situation, mean!eddie (obviously) toxic relationship, power dynamic, fighting (not physically), violent!eddie munson, angst, nicknames, eddie puts his hand around y/n's throat, jealous!eddie, dark!eddie munson, CNC (kinda), unprotected sex, possessive!eddie, no prep before sex, abusive relationship, tw: abuse

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eddie and you have datd for a good few months now. at first he was sweet, caring, and kind..but then things took a turn for the worse. eddie became too posessive, too jealous, and being in a relationship with him became exhausting. he isolated you from your other friends telling you that you didn't need anyone else but him. you came to the conclusion to break up with him; even if that made you nervous.

you talked to him as calmly as you could when you went over to his trailer one day, forgetting that his uncle wouldn't be home. sitting eddie in the living room, you kindly explained (as to not upset him (eddie was scary when he got upset)) that you needed a break.

eddie's face dropped, his hand pulling away from yours that were sitting sweaty on your lap, shaking. for a moment, you missed his warm touch. "what do you mean you want to break up?"

"i-i need some time alone eddie, 'm sorry," you whispered, swallowing back the growing lump in your throat of nerves and anxiety.

he stood up, pacing shortly for a moment before turning to you. "this is about him, isn't it?"

you could tell he was about to get really scary, and tears started brimming in your confused, glossy eyes as you asked, "a-about who?"

you hated that your voice was meek and trembling, you could barely contain your anxiety.

"oh don't give me that fucking bull shit, y/n. you know who the fuck i'm talking about..." his voice was tense, omitting anger from every pore. you shook your head, tears already streaming down your face.

"i swear i don't! who 'r you talking about?"

"don't play dumb with me, goddammit! Carter O'Niel!" he enthused, throwing his hands outwards, his rings glinting from the soft lights of the lamp.

Carter? You barely knew Carter. He was on the wrestling team, and was your partner in a biology project but that was it. it lasted a week and then you barely spoke to him again. Last time you two talked was.. oh god.

Today. Behind the bleachers. Did eddie follow you?! All Carter wanted to talk to you about was buying drugs from eddie because he knew you two were dating. he wanted to keep his doings a secret so he asked to meet you with a note he slipped in your hand in english class...which both you and eddie had together.

"wh-what are-are you fucking him or something?!" eddie yelled, making you flinch, an onslaught of tears still streaming down your face.

your face flushed red at the innapropriate thought. "n-no! ed-eddie i would never do that! i swear! please, i just needa break!"

"Oh," he dragged out, "you just 'need a break!' i don't understand, why so you can fuck him without the guilt of cheating?! i dont- i dont get it...baby, why would you do this to me?" tears began to brim in his eyes, and you stood up, trying to be brave, but your whole entire frame was shaking.

"'m-m sorry, eds, please!"

"do you not love me anymore?! when i said i loved you forever, i meant it, y/n. i fucking meant it! and you.. you just...lied!"

you shook your head, sobbing, "no! i-i meant it, you have to believe me! i love you, i-i" another sob slipped through, "i j-just need a break. youre scary, eddie. you scare me."

eddie turned to you, his jaw ticking. "i scare you? baby, i'm protecting you!" he walked toward you, backing you into a wall, his frame towering over yours.

"n-no, you're s-so mean ta'me. you make me hurt," you sniffled, and eddie's eye softened, causing your body to melt into his as he pressed himself against you. "p-please.." you begged, slightly pushing him away from you, which was obviously not the best idea.

your cries were loud as he turned away, yelling a curse and throwing one of the glass vases across the room.

he stormed over to you, grabbing you by the throat and dragging you to his room before pinning you on the door. you spluttered, shocked and choking as your vision sparkled.

he shook you a little with his hand. "i fucking love you! i cherish you, and this is how you treat me?! y-you can't leave me!" he loosens his hand, allowing you to breathe, but still keeps it in the area, a sort of threat.

"e-eddie," you stammer, wheezing and trying to catch your breath. "m so-sorry!"

catching you by surprise he grabs your chin, squishing your cheeks together and smashing his lips to yours, his body on you.

you whine, gasping for air as he holds you closer with his hand on the back of your head, both of your tears meshing together.

he pulls away, putting his forehead to yours and breathing heavily as he whispers close to your lips, "i love you, princess. I love you so much. i hate when you say shit like this. i hate that you make me get angry, i never wanna hurt you, baby." he peppers light kisses on your lips, holding your face with both of his ring-cladded hands on the sides of your head.

you feel yourself give in.

it's too late.

he's got you where he wants you and you just want him to forgive you and kiss you and hold you.

you hiccup over a small cry, and he shushes you softly, tilting his head to the side to pepper more small kisses on your lips. "youre not gonna leave me, right baby? because you love me so much, and i love you. you're mine and im yours, okay? i love you, i love you, i love you.."

he kisses you gently again, and you sniffle holding on to him and letting him take you to his bed. he kisses your lips, nose, corners of your mouth, eyelids, forehead...everywhere.

"e-eddie, i don wanna be with carter, i-i jus wan you, i never wanted to be with him," you sniffle, and his eyes soften. he breathes in, getting on top of you as he hands you the small teddy bear of yours on his bed. you wrap your hand around the soft plushie.

eddie whispers against your lips as he undoes his zipper, pulling his hardened cock out and stroking it gently, tossing your panties under your skirt to the side, "i know baby, fuck, you're mine."

he thrusts in, fucking you hard and slow, then fast and shallow, holding your hips with his hands and letting the loud sounds of skin smacking fill the air in the room, small moans and whimpers coming from your lips as he kisses away the tears. the stretch burns, but it feels too right.

"mine, mine, mine," he whispers with each thrust, kissing you sloppily and licking your lips with his tongue, then the inside of your mouth with his tongue as you reciprocate, your cunt pulsating around his cock.

"my baby, my sweet baby, hm?" he tucks some hair behind your ears, kissing your cheek and thrusting faster and more animalistic.

"'m yours" you respond.

there's no escape.

#eddie munson x reader #yandere!eddie munson #yandere!eddie munson xreader #obsessed!eddie munson #innocent!reader #eddiemunson x reader #stranger things 4 #yandere!eddie munson x reader #yandere!eddie munson x innocent!reader #toxic!eddie munson #mail 💌

[alasse-earfalas]

Let’s clear some things up.

"omg you hate queer people!!" 

No, we don't. There's several queer people in the server and we've all gotten along just fine, in fact we've had some wonderful conversations discussing our different views. The reason we marketed our server as a “conservative Christian server” is because that’s primarily who we’re trying to find. Other people with different beliefs and ways of life are welcome to join so long as they’re respectful. 

"but you said you're anti-Pride!!"

Admittedly, this was due to a misunderstanding of what that term means to a lot of people. The "pride movement" and LGBT people are not the same thing to me. Clearly they are to a lot of people, so I understand the confusion. I used this terminology because I’ve seen others in the LGBT community make this distinction in terms, but I understand now that this distinction is not as widespread as I thought it was.

Allow me to clarify: When I say we "don't support the Pride movement", I'm talking specifically about the political movement that advocates for giving porn to young kids in school, putting them through medical procedures they are too young to consent to, and viciously attacking, harassing, and silencing anyone who brings up concerns about these things. Obviously this is not all of the LGBT community, nor would I ever insinuate that. But it is a very vocal and nasty subset of it, and it's a subset we want nothing to do with.

"queered into oblivion"

If it's wrong to straightwash queer characters (and I believe that it is), then it's wrong to queerwash straight characters. Many of the Links are canonically straight in the games, and all of them are portrayed as straight in LU (I don't have the time to go into all the evidence for this right now, but it's there if you look). If you want more queer representation in media—which is totally valid!—go make your own queer characters and give them an engaging story. I've seen it done and it's great! Queerwashing established characters is lazy, disrespectful, and just as offensive as straightwashing. So we're not allowing that in our server. 

"youre banning people just because they're queer!! I was banned and I didn't break any of the rules!" 

If we banned people just for being queer, we wouldn't have any queer people in the server, and I've already debunked that.

As for the second point: Yes, I have banned people wrongly and I apologize for that. This is largely thanks to a constant bombardment of malicious trolls, many of whom pretend to come to us with good intentions, only to wreak havoc once they're granted access to the server. So I am being a bit overzealous with the ban hammer at the moment because we've been burned too many times. It's hard to tell anymore who wants to have a civil discussion and who's just biding their time. If you feel you were banned wrongfully, please reach out to me in dms and we can discuss the matter.

Another quick point I want to make is that our current server rules are due for revision. Now that we've spent some time open to the public, we have a better understanding of what kinds of rules our server needs. So, yes, we're not going to be strictly sticking to our rules right now because we're in the process of tweaking them. I understand that’s frustrating but there’s only so much we can juggle at once. 

"the people in your server are so mean! You don't even talk about loz stuff!"

It's kinda hard to relax and nerd out with your buddies when raiders are lighting your house on fire. We've been burned and we're on edge. I won't ask for anyone in the server to be excused for bad behavior, but I will ask for patience. 

Part of the reason I'm bothering to write this whole thing out in the first place is so we can stop repeating ourselves on these points. Many of the trolls we've dealt with have started out "respectfully disagreeing" with us only to turn nasty and crude. So now whenever there's a disagreement, it puts everyone on edge. 

Before we opened this server up to the public it was just a private little place for me and some friends, and we all happened to share similar beliefs so it turned into a bit of an echo chamber. Please don’t take our old conversations as representative of the current people in the server. We did talk about LoZ stuff, and we still do, but we’ve also got two general chats and a place to discuss controversial topics. And, as I already mentioned, we’re a little preoccupied with the trolling situation. 

Now that we’ve gotten all of that out of the way, here’s a non-exhaustive sampling of what we’ve been dealing with over the past few days: 

typical troll spam: inappropriate images, death threats, etc.

sleeper trolls: people who come into the server pretending to be there in good faith in order to gain access to the server, and then wreaking havoc. Several of these have been… obnoxiously “Christian”, to the point where I was in the middle of typing up a “knock it off” message when they decided to oust themselves. 

false accusations and even outright lies from people on tumblr who’ve “checked out” the server and then left. Idk why people do this. We’ve been baselessly accused of antisemitism among other things. 

vicious asks about this issue sent to tumblr blogs who have no affiliation with our server. 

I’d like to point out here that for being such a “hateful” server, none of the mods (I can’t speak for the other people in the server obviously) have ever done any of this, to anyone, nor would we. I’ve spoken about people using their (real or perceived) victim status as a cudgel to beat others with, and this is a fine example of that. You wonder why we’re trying to make a safe space? Because this is what happens when we share what we believe. You claim we have “institutional power” or whatever and yet we can’t set up and advertise a freaking discord server without people going on a witch hunt. 

I have had a few people reach out to me in kindness, and I want to let those people know that it’s really meant a lot to me. I expected trolls and some lashback but the maliciousness has been something else. I’m sorry to anyone on tumblr who’s been attacked over this, I don’t know why people are going after blogs that have no affiliation with this server, it’s disgraceful and disgusting. 

Hopefully what I’ve written here clears up some of the misunderstandings. We appreciate anyone who’s willing to hear us out rather than jumping to conclusions. Take care everyone.

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu #discord server

[booksbluegurl]

Day 13/100 days of Productivity

15th-16th April, 2024

Academia

I finished cockroach lecture and I can confidently say, I'm very good at it now. Haha, yes!

I watched half of a lecture on Atomic structure.

Revising a few questions from Solids that I forgot to yesterday.

Read over cockroach and frog notes.

I did something else too but I got lazy and forgot to update it here.

Non Academia

Watched a few parts of a bunch of Claire Nakti videos.

I also watched this video and in here he talks about syntopical reading. I really like the method he's talking about and I've used that before too. But I'll take anything at this point, so I'm gonna try it now.

20 days of April breaking the cycle - 3/20

I basically took a break of a whole day, half a day on 15th and other half on 16th. It was theraupatic, it was fun. I enjoyed it. But now what do I do? There are 17 days left in my exam. I shouldn't take any more breaks. But....I'm not really as worried (i should be). I've unlocked a new level of metaphorical debauchery when it comes to my studies.

-Tanishka.

Day 12

Day 14

Pictures from pinterest. Credit to the owners.

#studyblr #study aesthetic #study motivation #productivity challenge #20 days of april breaking the cycle #20 days of april breaking the cycle challenge #20doa🚲 #student life #studying #study with me #100 days of productivity #desi academia #good luck ✨ #light academia #study blog #student #study #studyblr community

[farfromstrange]

Are You Okay? | Matt Murdock x Reader

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader (gender neutral)

Masterlist

Summary: Sometimes, all you need to hear is one question and one person to make your shitty day not so shitty anymore.

Warnings: Emotional hurt/comfort, fear of failure, not proofread (I put Grammarly over that bitch, but that's it), no y/n

A/n: I wrote this in an hour because I'm stressed as fuck and my state of mind is so complicated right now, I didn't know how else to explain it. Also, why is statistics such a bitch to study? And what do I care about fucking behaviorism? I'm already done with Freud and Piaget and those get on my last nerve already, I don't need Bandura to add to my emotional despair, but oh well, here we are. This is completely self-indulgent and I channeled what's happening in my school life into this one, so if it doesn't fit with the American school system, I'm sorry, but I didn't want to research.

Word Count: 2.7k

You’ve been locked in your room for the majority of the past week, the study notes of the past semester strewn around you, and you swore at the beginning of the week that you would revise every last note at least once. In the end, you panicked more than you studied, but you managed to summarize about half of your notes, which should fill you with glee, but as you stare down at your stack of cards, you’re filled with dread and the purest form of self-hatred. What did you do the entire week that you only got so far? You left your room once, but it was a short walk around the block to air your head, with still many hours of the day left to spare. You swore you would get everything you needed to be done, and you swore to yourself that the next five weeks of exam season were going to be your bitch, but looking at the calendar now you realize, those five weeks still lay ahead of you and you are not even nearly done with everything you swore you would get done. 

Your head screams, “Failure!” And you’re starting to think that maybe your head is right. Maybe you are lazy and that is why your grades have been dropping or your teachers are disappointed or you just can’t seem to get the information into your thick skull even though someone once told you, “You can do it!” You figure that was a lie too. There is no way you can manage to ace all your upcoming tests and the final exams, and part of you is starting to fear you might not be able to graduate. There is too much in your head, too much stress, and too much performance anxiety, but as you look around yourself you don’t realize why you’re so stressed - in your head, it appears as if you spent the entire week playing video games and did the bare minimum, and not even that did you manage. You really don’t understand how you can be stressed and not even halfway done with all of your schoolwork. You’re stressed about being stressed, and you’re stressed about studying so you try to study, but your head blacks out and the day suddenly doesn’t have enough hours for you to think about yourself and the work you have to do, so you just sit back and stare at an empty page in the hopes the words will come out and you can just memorize all of the fucking information on your study notes. You don’t want to be the best, you’ve given up on that, but you want to pass, you need to pass because damn, you want to get out, you want to move on and get out and get on with life, but the load keeps getting bigger and your grades keep swindling. How can the load get bigger when you haven’t left your room in a week, and how did you not manage to finish revising all of your notes even though you definitely had the time and the means? You don’t understand and at this point, you have resorted to watching trash tv to keep your mind from reeling, but even that seems not enough anymore. You can’t eat without upsetting your stomach and the thought of going back to class the next day, having to study more and revise more, and the end moves closer and closer, but never close enough, and the entire pile of documents, anxiety, and stress starts to bury you alive. You can’t remember a second you allowed yourself to properly breathe, to stop your thoughts from racing and focusing on something else. You can’t remember a time you allowed yourself a step away from studying or procrastinating and freeing your head so you can get back to work with newfound energy. All of that seems so… impossible now. You want to pass, but your head keeps telling you that you won’t. You won’t pass. You will fail and everyone will hate you because you will be the only one. You’re scared, you’re terrified even and you can’t do this anymore. You want out of your body, out of your mind, and out of this life just for a second, just until the worst is over and everything has resolved itself. 

You know that’s not possible. 

Your friends are emotionally unavailable, busy with themselves, mostly, and your family is as annoying as ever. No one’s asked about you, most of them have dodged your messages or answered with a clear, “Sorry, we can’t.” It feels as if no one can help you out of this hole you’ve dug for yourself, so you decide to sit in it and wait for the dirt to swallow you. 

Your skin tingles, you’re tired and there is this overwhelming urge to cry. You miss being touched, you miss being taken care of, but there is no time and you just can’t ask. The one person you can ask is across campus and has no idea what’s going on because you told him you’d need the week to study, so he told you he’d leave you alone until then. It’s Sunday now. He hasn’t called or texted and you’re starting to wonder if he’s sick of you as you are of yourself. 

Before the thoughts can turn any darker, and they have gotten significantly darker, there is a knock on your door. You probably smell disgusting, your room is a mess and you should have opened a window, but it’s significantly colder outside today, there is snow and you just hate the way everything but your blanket and the new episodes of America’s Next Top Model make you feel. You’ve driven yourself so far into loneliness, you’re starting to believe that this is actually just who you’re supposed to be. 

You get off the makeshift seating area among your study notes off the floor and walk to the door. You don’t bother checking who’s outside. If it is a murderer, at least you can miss your exams and not feel guilty, and the general heavy pain that drags your soul down to your feet and keeps it there would finally go away. 

Seeing Matt Murdock’s face at your door doesn’t surprise you, you simply step aside and let him in. doesn’t say anything, simply taps his can forward until he can find his way into your room. His nostrils flare, but either he doesn’t smell the bucket of untouched fries and garlic sauce on the counter and how you haven’t showered in four days or he’s being respectful about it. You kind of wish he would just flat-out tell you that you smell and probably look like shit, not that he could judge, but he could probably sense with the way everything feels like a mess around him, that would make your guilt and pain so much worse but at least you could feel something else for a change. You’d be hurt, but it would be a different kind of hurt, one that could distract you from the demons gnawing at your heart. 

“You want a drink?” you ask, your voice hoarse from both the lack and the overuse of sleep as a coping mechanism. 

He stands lost in the room, or maybe he’s waiting, you’re not sure. You get a beer for him from the fridge, but instead of drinking it, he takes it and places it back down on the counter. 

You stare at him, a little confused, and maybe your pride is also a little hurt that he would turn down your nice gesture. 

“Are you okay?”

The question confuses you, at first, and you’re not quite sure how to process it. Those three words sound so foreign, the week you’ve been through suddenly feeling like years without him, and as he’s standing before you now, his question awakening something in you, unscrewing the lid and popping the cork, you realize just how much you have missed him. How you have missed this. How you have missed being acknowledged and asked about, even if it was just a simple, “Are you okay?” 

It finally settles in and the question makes you feel a lot of things at once, but none of them are simple, and none of them you can explain, but you know how they make you feel and they definitely answer his question with something he can feel in the way you tense up. 

You bite your lip. “No,” you admit silently, although it feels wrong to say it because why are you not okay? You should be. You have to be.

But Matt isn’t like that. 

“Do you need a hug?” he asks. 

Fuck him, you think. He’s read you better than you could have read yourself. 

You nod again. “Yes.”

“Okay, c’mere.”

As it turns out, a hug is exactly what you needed and half of the uneasiness you have been feeling must have been a serious case of touch starvation.

He opens his arms and allows you to take the first step, and you do. You step forward to lazily drape your arms around him, but he soon wraps you up tightly in his and squeezes you in the way he knows you need. The physical decompression, his fresh smell, the sound of his heartbeat, and his hands roaming your back open the flood gates, and seconds after you are crying heavily into his chest. You unload all of the stress and all of the anxiety, clinging to him for dear life, but he doesn’t mind. He lets you cry, sob and whimper until you’re too weak to stand and even then he only carries you over to your couch and sits down with you in his lap, still holding you like you are a fragile little thing (which you are, now that you think of it) and he refuses to even think about letting you go. 

He kisses your head. You’re still shaking, but there are no more tears to cry. “Why didn’t you call?” he asks you. 

His voice sounds so soft and it makes you whimper again, wiping your eyes on his already wet shirt. “Why didn’t you call?” you bite back. 

“Because you said you wanted to study. I didn’t want to interrupt you, sweetheart. I know how caught up you get and I wanted to give you space. If I had known-”

You can’t help it. You are safe from the world in his arms so you allow yourself to voice the one thought that has been keeping you on edge, “I’m going to fail, Matty.”

He holds your face away from his, feeling your contorted features and the stress wrinkles on your forehead. “What?” 

You only then realize he took off his glasses and you can see his brown eyes perfectly like that. That only makes you shake harder because he cares so damn much and you never have needed him more than you do now.

“I’m going to fail,” you say again, “because I’m useless and dumb and I can’t get anything right. I can’t even get anything done. I’m such a failure and I am going to fail every goddamn test and I am going to fail my finals and I’m-”

Matt shushes you again by taking you in his arms, and a new wave of tears rattles you. “You are not going to fail,” he murmurs into the crown of your head. “You’re not a failure, you’re not dumb and you are not useless. You made it this far. You passed all of your previous classes. You’re almost there, sweetheart,” he says, “so you are not going to fail now.”

“But what if I am?”

“Everything can happen, but you are not going to fail. I know you and that is not what you do.”

“I barely got anything done this week. I swore I’d study, but-”

“How much do you have left?”

You sniffle and look behind you. God, your floor is a mess. “A lot,” you admit. 

“Too much for one day?”

“Probably,” you break off with another sob. He keeps your head upright though. Instead of shushing you, he gets up, kneels on the floor, and touches your study notes. He can’t read them, they’re not in Braille, but he can smell the different highlighters you have used and he can separate the topics accordingly. “It’s the stack on the right, isn’t it?” 

You rub your eyes. “Yes.”

“And that’s what?”

“Statistics, behaviorism and, um… I don’t know, cognitive development, maybe. I can’t remember. God!” Thinking about it makes you nauseous. “I can’t even remember, Matt. I am so going to fail!”

He shakes his head, pursing his lips to shush you softly. His hand motions for you to join him on the floor. With some struggle, he finds the stack you’ve been talking about. He hands it to you. 

“You’re going to take these and spread them out,” he tells you, “While I take care of those you’ve already summarized, alright?”

You stammer, “What?”

“We’re gonna start with statistics. You are going to go through your notes at your speed while you tell me about them, and I’m gonna rub your back while you do. If you need a break,” he says, “We’re gonna take a break. If you wanna stop, we stop. And if you want me to stay until you’re done with both topics, I’ll stay for the boring behaviorism stuff, too.”

Somehow his readiness to help you without even knowing what he, ever the law student, is helping you with makes you cry even harder. He understands you in a way nobody can, and he never pressures you, not even when it comes to your classes. He knows you torture yourself enough and Matt being Matt, he can’t have you being sad. 

He stays true to his promise. He sits behind you, rubbing your back as you go over your notes, summarize them and tell him about them. Statistics are the bane of your existence, but psychology relies on them, so you’re forced to relive the worst module of your life. But with him by your side, telling you every so often, “You are doing such a good job,” and, “I know you can do it, baby,” it’s a lot easier. 

At around eight, your stomach growls, but you are long done with the statistics part and have decided, with some of Matt’s encouraging words, that there is still time tomorrow to get done with behaviorism and then when you’re done with both, he told you, he’d help you memorize. He hasn’t decided how yet, but he is determined and as the sun goes down and you lay in his arms, freshly showered and shaven on your bed, you can’t help but stare at his beautiful face. You would have lost your mind without him, you don’t doubt that, and he somehow always knows when to come and what to do. He knows when you feel down and when you need space. He knows you better than you know yourself and that is something no one but Matt Murdock has ever accomplished. 

Without him, you are pretty sure you would maybe not have failed your classes but you would have failed at life. Your mind would have failed you and you would have drowned. But with him, you’re a little more alive. 

“I love you,” you tell him sometime after he forced you to eat proper dinner, and he gently smiles against your hair. 

“I love you,” he says. “And you are going to do great, I just know it.”

“You have so much faith in me.”

“Well, one of us has to. Besides,” he flips you over so that he can hover over you, his brown hair falling from his face into yours and you giggle at his antics, “I am a good catholic boy. If I didn’t have faith in the divine, where would I be?”

His words leave you gasping, but nothing can match up to the force and passion he kisses you with. Psychology and messy room long forgotten, you melt into his touch and let his hands and lips speak a language only the two of you understand, and they always manage to pull you out of any hole with a symphony that has become your favorite music.

#matt murdock x reader #daredevil x reader #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock #daredevil #emotional hurt/comfort #matt murdock x you #daredevil x you #self indulgence at its finest #matt murdock angst #matt murdock fic #daredevil fic

[slashersgostabbystabstab]

Taste (NSFW)

Lmao basically using all 5 senses for Hux!

Anyways, here we have a fic that I am rushing to post because I want to write more lmao. I don't promise that this is my best considering how I did not revise(I need to stop being so lazy) and this is just me testing something about with Hux...I'm obviously still getting the hang of writing robophilia smut too so please bear with me ^^

Warnings/Notes: SMUT! AFAB Reader, Robophilia, Cunninlingus, Hux being Hux, Weird stuff, Slight tentacles???(Please tell me if you guys think I should add anything else)

Words: 3,250

“I have made a discovery.” 

The times when such a phrase came out from Hux’s voice box were not always the prettiest moments. Although he had started off as an android, he proved to be just as eccentric as the typical “mad scientist” trope entailed.

Afraid wasn’t the word to describe what you felt before asking “What is it you discovered, Hux?”, but perhaps it was uncertainty. An apprehensive feeling that would have never expected what would happen after Hux demonstrated his “latest physical development”. 

His theory was that the organic parts of himself had grown accustomed to the crystal displayed on his body, evolving him further than he believed possible. Rather than affect him conscious-wise, Hux instead…grew an extension of some sort. Extensions in fact. Miniature, snake-like extensions that protruded from within his face’s orifice. 

It had started with a simple demonstration that had quickly led to indecent thoughts on your part, and after all this time Hux knew how to read your mind perfectly. 

Thin tendrils that seemed to have bloomed from his organic flesh, sprouting from his mouth to fully exhibit to your curious eyes. Thin tendrils that snaked and toyed with your fingers that you had brought up to Hux’s features to better examine them. Thin tendrils that you quickly found slithering over your cheek before they came close to your lips.

Could you really blame yourself for having your mind be flooded with obscene thoughts?

Things had quickly progressed from you strolling through the tranquil land of Dvarka Deepwood to you gripping onto Hux’s body, face practically melding with his own as he stood as still as possible. But even with Hux’s stoic mannerisms, he himself could not remain in a single location as you fought against him. The robot stumbled backwards when you pinned your body against his, and he was soon able to catch himself when your lips away from him. 

“What the hell am I doing?” you breathed out once a sense of clarity hit you, mind pondering at how you basically threw yourself onto Hux once a fervor struck you so suddenly. Kissing Hux was a rather simple task, especially when considering that he frequently demanded that your affections befell him. But Hux kissing you…now that was a task that was impossible to challenge when taking into account that he did not possess such an ability due to his lack of lips and muscle movement. And now that he presented himself with a tool he could use for a form of kissing...you just couldn’t help yourself. 

“You are indulging yourself in what appears to be an attempt at the human act of ‘kissing’.” Hux replied to your rhetorical question which only caused you to release him to cover your face. Attempt.

“I know Hux.” you mumbled behind your hands before showing your face again, looking at him while his unemotional lights stared back at you. “I think I just got a little carried away with your…tentacle-tongue-whatever-it-is. Think I got excited at the thought of…”

“Reciprocation.” Hux chipped in with a twitch of his body, craning his head sideways as you realized his miniature tendrils were still out and about. Practically teasing you.  “It felt satisfactory.”

“What?”

“Your attempts…exceeded typical human limits.”

A chuckle escaped you at the sound of Hux’s attempted compliment, you at least hope that’s what it was. You could honestly say it made your heart skip a beat hearing a robot say your kissing skills weren’t disappointing. 

“So…what exactly does that entail?” You tilted your head before Hux moved forwards, just enough to lower his head that was buried into the crook of your neck. It was seriously getting harder to push certain thoughts away…

“This body requires more.” He announced which prompted you to widen your eyes, though it wouldn’t be the first time he’d ever insisted on something like that. Your own hormones were probably getting the best of you. “It lacks the perception of flavor.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and prepared yourself to pull away from Hux to look at him, but you were startled the second you felt his tendrils hit your exposed skin. Your hands shot up and grabbed onto his body, clawing into his figure once the realization hit. 

Everything was coming back to you, you couldn’t hold back the excitement that prompted you to take Hux’s head into your hands to resume your actions from before. Your own tongue slithered out from in between your lips before entangling itself with the many tendrils Hux provided. 

While you were able to taste the fleshy bits of his skin on the tendrils, you were sure Hux was savoring the desperation that dripped from your tongue. Hell even your body reacted with such an intensity, beginning to sweat while your chest rose both quick and without any rhythm. If anybody had advised you that you would experience such venereal instances with a murderous robot, you probably wouldn’t have believed them. 

But here you were with legs feeling weak despite no other physical pleasure being inflicted on you. Though perhaps that statement was wrong in its own way, and this was yet another thing Hux could sense. 

His left arm came around your body to press itself against the lower part of your back, caging you against him like every other time. 

You whined at the feeling as though you had been deprived of physical touch for too long. And you could admit that it was also so damn rewarding when Hux provided you with whatever form of intimacy his robotic self allowed. So damn gratifying like right now as his miniature tentacles toyed with your tongue before wriggling themselves in between your lips to explore your wetness. 

And you knew the feeling to be mutual with how Hux used his second arm to hold you, folding his scythe-like claw in an angle that prevented it from ruining the mood. While he pushed you further against him as if you were bound to leave him, his mouth pushed you back as he deepened the reach of his tentacles.

To your misfortune however, your body’s limitations were beginning to show when your lungs begged for some oxygen. Your hands removed themselves from Hux’s head to place a hand on the metallic parts of his right shoulder with your other hand placed flat against his chest. 

“Hu…Huxlee…”

“Why have you stopped?”

“Hol…hold up…I need to-” You let out a stammer after inhaling as deeply as you could, your breath of air immediately cut short when Hux’s tendrils attacked your mouth again. You were definitely NOT getting out of this one. Or perhaps…

Hux took back his actions and pulled himself away from you much to your surprise, finally giving you the time to catch your breaths with weary pants. 

“This is not enough.”

At this point, you weren’t sure if that was a good or bad statement. 

“This body requires more.” he repeated his phrase from before a mechanical whirring followed soon after, and Hux forced you to stand erect before removing his claws from you. Speaking of erect… “I sense your body is also in need of additional fulfillment.”

“Yeah…you could say that.” You panted before wiping your own saliva from your lips, staring intently at Hux who stepped forwards. You in turn stepped back, not to keep away from him but instead to find the stone structure you had been previously studying amongst the plantlife. 

“My sensors detect an increase in heat in your lower body.” Hux followed you until your bottom and legs clashed with the stone ramp that was meant to be a jumping location during trials, and you made sure to slightly lean back on it as comfortably as possible. He towered over you like every other time,visor looking straight at you before you peered down at the practically non-existent space between your and his lower halves. “Your form requires fulfillment.”

You could see that his self-made phallic apparatus had revealed itself, no doubt a while ago with how it stood and leaned against the cozy coveralls you wore. A jumpsuit you graciously borrowed from a locker in the colony ship, and a jumpsuit that was beginning to stain with whatever fluid was dripping from Hux’s appendage. With how it twitched against you, you were convinced it could sense the excitement radiating from your groin.

Fuck, if Dvarka’s humid nature wasn’t getting to you then clearly it was the hotness between you and Hux. A warmth bothersome enough that you unzipped the coveralls to reveal your tank top that had been clinging to your dampened skin. And your skin only proved to humidify further when Hux brought his head back to your neck, gliding his tendrils down to your collarbone  and eventually near your chest.

Fuck, it was hot. Too damn hot. Hot enough to have your hands scrambling on the zipper of your suit, desperately trying to take it off to cool yourself while also exposing yourself to the robot. 

However, Hux wasn’t having any of that. He didn’t have time to wait, he needed more now. And the twitching his body gave when he pulled away from your body was telling enough.

His left claw took you by surprise when he took hold of your jumpsuit with it, particularly the crotch area, before he ripped a portion of the material with complete ease. Hux’s head craned down to study your shocked self, your gasp signaling that he had revealed more than enough. 

“This body lacks a sense of taste,” his voice box rang out once he positioned himself, phallus placed against your wet sex. “I have studied the worms enough to know your flavor can be enhanced with enough pleasurable stimulation.”

“Wait, wait, wait. You what?” You weren’t surprised that he of course had been stalking your fellow survivors to learn-

“Ah-!” your thoughts were interrupted when you felt him easily fill you up without warning, and you threw your head back while gripping onto the structure beneath you. “Fuck, Hux!”

You removed your left hand from the stone to hold onto Hux’s metal arm once more as he continued to insert himself, your wetness allowing him to smoothly slide back out as you threw your head back. It was then that you parted your legs to both ground yourself a bit more and give Hux easier access, and he took this opportunity to step forwards so that he could plunge himself even deeper into you. 

The whirring of his mechanical parts sounded as he pulled out almost excitedly, robotic member in full view and drenched in your juices as he lay it against your hole again. After so many heated sessions with you, and the occasional “observing” of the survivors’ and killers’ sexual acts, the machine really had been learning. 

He knew the sudden emptiness would elicit a whimper out of you, that it would have you crying for more before he blithely obliged. He knew it would have you humping yourself against him, holding his hips in a desperate attempt to have him inside you again. 

It felt almost poignant, rubbing yourself against him before you reached out to his phallic device with a hand. It was crazy how crazy this robot made you feel, head dizzy at the thought of his sex and how it felt as though it was made for you. 

“Huxlee…please.”

“You succumb so easily.” The robot announced as he felt you pump him, and he finally moved his hips so that you could slide him right back into you. 

“So do you.” You gave out a breathy chuckle as you returned your hand to Hux’s side, pushing his body toward you so that he could completely bury himself inside you. A sigh of relief escaped you before Hux resumed his movements, sloppy thrusting resulting in Hux’s left claw moving up to take hold of your hip. 

He gripped onto you as if trying to steady himself, every thrust making his legs tremble just as your body began to slightly quiver. To steady himself even more, he threw his scythe beside you and over the vault, this being enough to scare some sense into you.

But even then you didn’t give a damn, instead shutting your eyes with an elated smile. The pleasure was beginning to take over you, mind becoming hazy the more Hux pushed his hips into yours. And in between all his thrusts you let him go with your dominant hand, now bringing your fingers to your wet clit. You began with some careful rubbing, making circular patterns that were quickly building up a sensitivity. And as that new feeling grew in your bud, you increased your pace before your back began to arch into Hux.

But the moment Hux caught sight of this, he removed his claw from your side before forcefully grabbing your fingers, bringing up your hand to his visor as he scanned the new fluids that coated it. Never once did he cease his pumping into you, in fact you were pretty sure his humping had sped up and increased in some force.

And when you opened your eyes to look at him, you were now certain of how eagerly he wanted to experience taste.  Once he took a proper look at your fingers, he brought them to his mouth where his tendrils immediately wriggled back out to lap up everything he could. 

You weren’t certain if the desperate licks were because he was trying so damn hard to taste something, anything…or if he finally acquired a new sense and was completely reveling in it. 

“Huxlee…” You lifted your head slightly higher to better watch him, soon enough feeling as his movements slowed down before coming to an easy stop. “No, no, no. Don’t do this to me aga-”

“This is not sufficient.”

Then what fucking was!? 

With your mouth agape, you watched in horror as Hux removed himself from you once he released your wrist and removed his scythe from behind the ramp. After how many times he had pulled such a stunt, you were almost sure it was now done on purpose. 

“Where are you going?” you questioned him with a fully flushed face, seeing as he took a step back to overlook your entire body. “Hux!”

“Get comfortable. Fast. Please.”

“Comfortable?” you made a face before his fingered claw placed itself on your chest, gingerly pushing you backwards so that your entire body lay on the stone ramp. Something told you it was best to bring your body as high on the ramp as possible, and thank the Entity you did. 

Despite Hux’s hunched stance, he proved to be too tall to reach his goal. Having you get up made it easier for him to bow his head down to the area between your legs, visor fixated on the wetness you continued to provide for his inquisitive self. 

“Something great is about to happen.” Of course he always had to bring in his damn lines like this was some damn video game. But as it seemed, something great was indeed happening. 

Before you were able to question Hux any further, you quickly found one of the robot’s tendrils lapping up the entirety of your slit, eliciting a sudden upwards jerk from your hips. Holy shit he had no mercy with the way those tendrils attacked your sex; it was almost as though each individual one had a mind of its own with how they parted your lips to pace their way inside you. 

You couldn’t help but writhe under Hux, whimpering, whining, nearly crying at this new sensation. Never in your entire life would you have imagined a makeout session with a robot that would eventually lead to him eating you out in this way.

The tendrils, despite being an extension of his damaged flesh, had their own kind of texture that proved to be softer and exceedingly nice against your flesh. And they were feeling up every inch they could find, every bit they could reach, letting you feel each and every one of them at all times. 

“Aah….Hux-” you managed to choke out before a gasp escaped your lips when one and then two tendrils found themselves deep inside you, your hands shooting out to hold his head that remained motionless unlike his new tongues. “Shit! Please…!”

“Your blabbering is satisfactory.” Hux voiced before his left claw held onto your waist, holding you in place after you jerked into him once more. “As is your squirming. Climax levels are swiftly rising.” 

And he was so right, because that usual knot in the pit of your stomach had been forming for a good minute now, tightening the longer Hux licked and toyed with you. More of his tendrils inserted themselves inside you, squirming inside your walls as if exploring some new cavern. Guess in a way that’s what it was to Hux. 

“Huxlee, I’m…” you panted with one more arch of your back, gripping onto his head with quick breathing that was as hot as your body felt. The heat only furthered your incoming orgasm while the cold feel of Hux’s claw brought a tingling. Oh fuck…it was becoming too much to handle on top of the feeling of Hux pulling you towards him as if it were even possible, spreading your walls ever so slightly. “I’m…I’m-”

Hux’s tendrils slid out from your hole to all collectively rub themselves against your clit, almost furiously to make your coming arrive even faster than you anticipated. And the robot was successful, catching you off guard by playing with your sensitivity that almost immediately made you cry out and throw your head further back. 

But although Hux knew you had finished against his mouth, fluids glazed over his orifice and tongues, he never stopped his licking. You squeezed your eyes shut while your sex had you twitching and squirming intensely, Hux taking full advantage of your current vulnerability. 

“Hux, please!” you whined as you continued to ride out your high, never able to catch a break or even a damn breath. “Hux…oh my god…please, I don’t have anymore…”

As your chest rose and went back down rapidly, your lips agape to try and catch your breath before you finally felt Hux removed himself. Quite hesitantly, but he managed to break himself away from you to give you your moment of recovery. 

You reopened your eyes to peer at the robot, vision almost blurry as the lustful fog remained in your mind. And looking into his visor’s lights, something told you he had the same sentiment.

“Did…did you get a taste?” you cleared your throat, ultimately shutting your mouth to ease your breaths. 

“Negative.”

Your eyes widened at Hux’s reply, shock coursing through you enough to make you instantly forget about your exhaustion. Meanwhile, Hux twitched his head before glancing down at your wet crotch in what you considered a predator-like stare.

“You’re joking.” You rubbed your eyes, not being able to contain a chuckle before you also took notice of his member that had not yet reached its satisfaction. 

“We must make another attempt.” Hux stepped close enough to rub said member against your still sensitive clit, making your legs wince before you looked up at him with pleading eyes. “Perhaps more stimulation involving insertion is required.”

“That just might be it.” you gave a breathy smile as you took hold of him, ready for the machine who was already gripping onto you. 

#dbd #dbd singularity #dbd hux #hux a7 13 #singularity x reader #dbd x reader #hux x reader #robophilia #robot x human #smut #kay i'm off to hopefully write another lol #gotta do this job application and assignments for college have already started despite the semester not starting like gross

[aphrodieties]

https://www.tumblr.com/aphrodieties/733813072220864512/hi-sorry-to-bother-you-but-im-having-some

Hi sweetie! I’m the anon from the question I linked above. Thank you so much for your answer! Please don’t be sorry for replying late, it should be me who appreciate your time and patience!

I’m sorry I didn’t get back earlier, I was so overwhelmed with the school and application stuff, and I also wanted to really understand and experience what you’ve said in that post.

I kinda get it now. I only need to fulfill myself with the feeling of academic success, and that’s all. I tried to fully live in imagination but I kinda cannot get over the need to revise the transcript physically. I’m afraid this transcript will follow me forever physically. Ever since I got my transcript, I refused to believe it’s actually happening to me, because it’s really terrifying, I may end up getting kicked out of school or no graduate school would accept me…I even haven’t told my parents about the grade thing, so whenever they asked me for the transcript I couldn’t give them, but I can’t fool them forever, that’s why I was so desperately to change my transcript physically.

I’m sorry if this sounds like trauma dumping. I didn’t intend to be this negative at the beginning, I got more and more anxious when I’m writing this. Please ignore me if you find it too negative sweetie, you don’t have the responsibility to answer this!

You are human and you have emotions—it’s completely fine to feel afraid. I get where you're coming from, and you're not trauma-dumping either. There are a few things that you must know; you are completely right to refuse to believe what's happening to you. You’ve got the hardest part down! Do not accept that which you do not want, and you do not want a terrible transcript so you're not gonna accept this one as written in stone. The next steps would be as follows; 3D indifference, taking care of business, and maintaining the state of the wish fulfilled.

I have said this in a previous ask and I feel a bit lazy about recycling responses but I cannot stress this enough; The 3D is not sentient. It has no meaning other than the meaning that you attach to it. Think about the meaning that you're currently attaching to the 3D right now—the meaning that you're attaching to this transcript, “This transcript will follow me forever physically,” “They’ll kick me out of school,” “No graduate school is going to accept me because of my transcript,” these are the meanings that you're currently attaching to the 3D. @etherealkissed88 has an amazing guide about practicing indifference. I've linked it here and I recommend that you read it.

I have mentioned this before too but you don't need to neglect the 3D. Tending to the 3D is not a betrayal of the Law of Assumption, and as long as you aren't attaching any meaning to what you do then you'll be fine. For example; I’m manifesting that I’m a billionaire, and I currently work a minimum-wage job, and I’m working-class. I still work long shifts, and I still pay my bills though I'm manifesting that I'm a billionaire. Why? Because it means nothing. Keeping my bills paid and working isn't a contradiction as long as that's all it is to me. If I attached any further meaning to working long shifts and paying my bills such as, "See! You're not a billionaire,” “You’re still struggling to make ends meet so you're not a billionaire,” etc…, then that would be a betrayal of my imagination and the Law Of Assumption—it would be contradictory to my state too! So, handle your business and do whatever you need to do to take care of the situation with your parents and transcript but don't attach any meaning to it.

The last thing I'm gonna say is—persist, continue to persist in the state of the wish-fulfilled. Persistence pays off, and maintaining the wish-fulfilled pays off. The 3D will reflect as long as you continue to do these things. Please, continue to maintain the wish-fulfilled.

#aphrodieties #law of assumption #manifesation

[lostonmari]

SUCCESS #2 - November

Success #2 -- Everything I manifested in November

November is when I started this blog, and also ACTUALLY started applying all of the things I learned started taking affirming and thinking in my favor seriously instead of just sporadically manifesting random things here and there because I was too lazy to put in the work. I never had issues w wavering, but I was just inconsistent as fuck (Hell, I'm still inconsistent with posting on my own damn blog, yall can't possibly think I'm consistent with affirming!) So here's everything I manifested…

Manifested back my old bestfriend/ex-gf after 4 years no contact She came back, apologized for mistreating me and told me basically everything I affirmed for LMAO. and that's one of the things that gave me faith in the law because ik this girl would rather die than ever apologize to someone. Now that she's back I'm manifesting away her friends and leaving her broke down and in shambles because I'm evil and believe in revenge. yall dont know the type of bullsh*t this woman put me through. Idc if everyone is you pushed out, some people don't deserve forgiveness 🤓

My mom is walking again I successfully revised her shattered ankle without the weeks of recovery time the doctors "thought" she needed. She's literally walking around just fine now and doesn't need to wear her cast or whatever that big bulky thing was.

Manifested my brother out of jail on a time crunch Now I'm not sharing my family's whole drama online but… yea. he's out.

No more social anxiety, cured one of my mental health issues I don't wanna trauma dump or go into too much detail about my life but, yes. for anyone also working on mental health, it can be done and you won't regret trying. Life actually feels like it has meaning now and for once in all my years of life, I can actually say that I'm happy. 💗

Stopped nail biting COMPLETELY! I used to struggle with nail biting for YEARSSS whether it was out of stress, anxiety, whatever the fuck. but now it's completely gone. my nails are no longer STUBS, like theyre actually long and healthy. I didn't even affirm for this so I kinda think it came with improving my mental health since I didn't really have the issues that *triggered* nail biting anymore yk?. I'm actually the happiest about this result like yall don't understand how long I've wanted the natural french tips look 💀

[TW: Discussion of binging, discussion of food]

6. WL + Maintained weight loss! I literally changed my entire way of viewing food, and subsequently fixed my lose->gain->lose-> gain again cycle. Ever since learning LOAss If I binged I would be like: I just have a fast metabolism so that's why I'm so hungry my body is burning everything I eat so fast! and I would also tell myself calories don't matter because food is only energy. Basically, reminding myself of what Abdullah told Neville: "If you ate as I did, you would be poisoned because of your belief." (heavily paraphrased because my memory is terrible.. yes I'm working on it 😭) and it keeps me from feeling guilty abt eating. I ate SOOO MUCH food yesterday and I mean SO MUCH. I ate an entire box of cheese sticks, two large chicken sandwiches, 2 pb & j sandwiches total throughout the day, and half a tub of icecream for dessert… Yeah I was going crazy.. to the point I looked 5 months pregnant at the end of the night. Fast forward to today, my stomach is back to flat and back to normal as if it never happened. Food literally will not effect you if you believe it doesn't! This was my main focus too so I'm very proud of myself :)

Moral of the story is, never give up.

YOU decide what happens in your reality and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. There were times when I didn't want to affirm, so I didn't. If I felt lazy then I didn't consciously affirm or listen to subliminals, I just relaxed and went on about my day. I never made affirming feel like a chore. There were times when I had doubts too or thought it wouldn't work. I especially thought it wouldn't work for my mental health but I just affirmed anyway. When you're having resistance literally just know there's nothing bad that can possibly happen from believing in yourself and thinking in your favor. Just DO IT. Persist no matter what and you WILL get what you want!

I'll try to do better with posting my successes (but only ones that actually meant something big to me tbh. I don't see a point in sharing every little thing unless it was me overcoming some type of struggle) and answering messages but I refuse to download the tumblr app so yall just gotta see and hear from me whenever I feel like loading up this website. I'm just enjoying & living my life rn girl I used to dream about times like this and now I finally have them 😭

#law of assumption #manifesting #manifestation #loassumption #loa success

[rinbowaman]

Mermaids Tale - Chapter 3

Whats going on my peeps! I finally got done revising the original draft of MT, i did so quickly so i could get this chapter to you guys, which meant that I skipped reviewing it for corrections, but hopefully it wont be too bad and will flow.

****As i've mentioned before, the male characters in my stories are very dominating and strong type of characters, which i had revised and changed them into Heeseung from Enhypen. Recently I've learned of the term "yandere" as a few people pointed out the vibes of such in my male characters and i do agree, they definitely have yandere vibes (not intentional but i always found the traits of a possessive and obsessed male to be somewhat sexy in each story line for some reason) and out of the stories posted so far (also knowing what i now know of the term) just a heads up, Heeseung in MT is definitely yandere and this chapter is only the beginning of it. So i'll have to start including that in the tags for those that are into yandere fics. Considering how much anime I've watched all my life, i'm a bit flabbergasted that I've never heard the term before. But thank god for wikipedia because I was a bit lost whenever they kept telling me. Anyhow, needless to say, i'm sure you all sensed the yandere vibes with MGR/MRE/HHP heeseung, although its a bit more subtle or soft compared to MT Heeseung is (however it builds up in MGR/MRE/HHP because Andiy Heeseung's vibes gets stronger and he will lose control in some of the upcoming chapters). but starting off, MT Heeseung is a bit more intense. You have been warned lol but i promise, he's still a stud (like the MGR version) and the story is all still sexy and juicy. The future smut chapter is just going to be a bit intense.

Pairings: Heeseung (Yandere?) X Fem reader (mythological bloodline, siren)

Warnings: Mentions of enslavement, slave breeding (historical), slight recounts of violence, manipulations (powers) serenade, hypnotizing, and creepy behaviors of staring. I think that's it for this one.

-Begin Read-

The intensity of your heartbeat further escalated, pumping fast and hard, it felt as if it was going to explode out of your chest. With the gentle grip of your hand latched on to his, your eyes remained glued to his palm, fingers, the details of the veins, and minor imperfections. Your gazed zoned in on his fingernails, while your mouth started to part ways as you shivered slightly out of extreme anxiety and confusion. Taking note of your expression, though impressed on how lovely you still looked, Heeseung gently waved your hand while remaining his hold from the handshake, easing you to snap out of your gawking state, issuing you to look up and make eye contact with him.

You felt the sting of the teary coating on your eyes as you tried to get it together, slightly smiling yet your vision grew blurrier by the second as the glossiness increased, causing your eyes to twinkle like diamonds as you looked unto his dark, almond peepers. He opened his mouth faintly to take a deep breath, a gentle gasp as it were, as his eyebrows raised at the sight of moisture coating your beautiful eyes, though he couldn’t deny it, it had only made him infatuated with your appearance even more.

Feeling the pinched grip of his fingers around your hand, he asks if you were alright. Maintaining a half, lazy smile with heavy lids, your expression was hazy yet still sultry, deep down it was driving the young man mad, he never felt the urge to grab someone and hold them close, to embrace them, to push their body against his. The image of pressing your bodies together while he leans in as close as he can to stare into your eyes was all he could think of. He started to lose focus on your wellbeing as he was finding it hard to remain composed himself, up until you released his hand and placed yours gently over your chest and spoke out.

“Y…yes, I’m so sorry. I sometimes experience terrible heart burn and it was quite painful this time around. I apologize. Heeseung, was it? It is nice to meet you.”

You spoke as delicately as you could, although the shakiness in your voice was notable, Jennifer stepped over to your side, gently patting and rubbing your back and asking a staff waiter to bring some club soda for your “heartburn”. Heeseung on the other hand was quite shaken, it was obvious too, yet, since everyone had their attention towards you with pity, asking if there was anything you needed, when it came to Heeseung’s conspicuous expression, no one else noticed his lack of self-steadiness other than the irked woman at his side.

Shortly after, you all gathered around a large round table, seating yourselves waiting for the nights main event of live music to begin. Seated directly across from Heeseung, you avoided making direct eye contact, yet from the side you could clearly see that the man stared at you nearly the entire time. Though he wasn’t giving any harsh looks, his intrigued countenance was extreme as he studied every fine detail of your hair, face, and body. The way he rested his elbow on the table, stroking his fingers against his resting chin while memorizing every feature, raising an eyebrow every now and then, it may have seemed flattering to any other woman but for you, it made you feel uneasy. Despite how handsome and dashing he looked, you had your own reasons to be cautiously timid.

The obvious vibe of him wanting you was hard for you to ignore. It all was so strange, you were no stranger to the type of looks men gave your way, hell, even Jay and Jake had glanced at you from time to time, catching their breath each moment they took an eyeful of you, but with Heeseung, it was different. Far more different.

The look of desire was nothing out of the ordinary for you, it was just with him, it was much stronger, much ferocious, as if he was famished for you. Under any normal circumstance, men who looked your way with lust in their eyes never bothered you, it was easy for you to look the other way and break hearts as you pass each one, treating them like dust in the wind. With Heeseung, it was the first time you felt the urge to run and hide.

His gaze was intense, deep, and there was more than just lust and desire in his expression, you noted the beginning stages of this urge within him as he took in deep breaths every so often, the way his mouth parted when he stared at your face, his chest deeply heaving in slow motion, everything became ten times worse for you when you noticed him loosening his tie slightly as he stared at your side profile. Unbeknownst to him, you noted every single act without ever making it known, you did everything to avoid that awkwardness, so instead, you pretended to remain unaware. Yet it was just as hard, if not more awkward than being found out.

His hair parted off to the side, exposing his smooth forehead, was coming loose from its slick form as the front strands started to fall forward, barely brushing over his eyebrow. His tongue licking the inside of his cheek, as he occasionally bit down while tilting his chin down, causing his gaze to take on a rather sinister look, giving you a chill. Subtly taking those same fingers he used in stroking his chin, he delicately covers his mouth. Noting it, you wondered why but couldn’t lose your cover and face him to see, what was it that he was doing that he had to cover up?

Everyone else were so focused on the musical event, you and Heeseung seemed to be the only ones in the auditorium that wasn’t paying any attention, though you acted as you were, unlike the man who was obviously obsessed with staring at you.

After the live performance ended, the lights brightened from their dimmed state, everyone clapping at the artist in the front as he took his bows and disappears behind the curtain. Everyone adjusted their seating to face their plates, and continued conversing. To your horror, Heeseung never budged and remained focusing his gaze on you, only this time, his eyes drifted towards your chest, and parts of your waist that he could see in your seated state from above the table. His fingers gently remained hiding his mouth, he rested against them with his elbow still propped on the table. Your breath started to gain depth as your heart began beating faster and faster.

The servers brought out the bread baskets, Jennifer was seated between yourself and Jay, taking it upon herself as a caring person that she is, she grabbed the tongs and placed a piece of bread on each of your plates. You tried to relieve your mind by carrying on with the night, however, the attempt was interrupted the moment you reached towards the center of the table to grab a small butter ball for the bread. Just before your hand touched the bowl, Heeseung’s hand suddenly strikes out from his propped position and grabs on to your wrist. With the speed of a viper, your eyes widened at the sudden feeling of touch as his movement happened so quick, without any inclination, you didn’t have time to retract your hand or avoid him touching you.

The sudden sensation of warmth and skin overwhelmed you; you looked up at him, without his fingers to cover his mouth since they were now wrapped around your wrist, you noted the slight lick of his lips as he grazed his tongue over slowly, he did it in a manner that was faint enough to not look too suggestive, yet impossible to go unnoticed. His eyes were wide, his head faintly tilts to the side, your brows furrowed in confusion and slight fear hits as the sense of physical touch overwhelms you. Your hand shook underneath his, as much as you tried to control yourself to refrain from giving him any inclination of your discomfort. In return, he lightly scoffs and smirks at you while speaking in a low and deep tone.

“You should ask for vegetable spread instead, butter might aggravate your heart burn, yeah?”

His index finger rubs your wrist joint in an up and down motion, while his thumb slightly massages beneath it as he remains firm with his hold on you. It was too much for you to bear, you’ve never ever felt anything like this before. The only moments you could ever recall feeling any human touch was when you were in the ocean with your stepbrothers, your father, and even your mom as you all played beach volleyball and swam together. Yet, it was all a series of simple bumps, touches as you splashed water to each other, or even just holding hands as you played with the waves, but never like this, especially with someone you’ve never met and worse, outside of the ocean water.

There were a lot of factors that were unexplained, but the one thing that remained in your head the entire night since meeting Heeseung, a warning that your mother gave to you that same night you found out about your family’s ancestry.

Before you could fully think back to it, Heeseung’s constant rubbing of your wrist restricted you from gaining any tranquility to become pensive in thought. Instead, you nodded in agreement and retracted your hand back to your lap as his elbow returns to its usual spot and once again, props his foream, his hand retracts back up to his face as his fingers continue their previous act of rubbing his chin in amusement as he never breaks sight of you. The smirk remaining apparent, never leaving his face.

It was bewildering to you that everyone still hadn’t noticed Heeseung’s attention towards you, they were so caught up with conversating about everything else, even his date, Kourtney, was so invested with whatever gossip the group was enthralled in, that she barely took notice of his unusual behavior. Albeit if she had, it would have caused a major disruption as it wasn’t hard to see the woman had a jealous streak against you and remained latched on to his arm the entire time, even when you all had seated for dinner.

The evening meal went on with Heeseung still gazing at you, and you pretending to not notice, although by now, it was likely he may have figured out that you were avoiding his stare. The level of uneasiness became so apparent, it was obvious that you knew he was staring, yet he never stopped or even did anything to make it less obvious, instead, he smirked and lightly scoffed each time he noticed your breath hitched.

What was this? What behavior was this? This was getting so out of hand for you, it was eerie. He was brazening obvious with his gazing nature that your anxiety transitioned into fear and discomfort.

Finally, dinner was finished, but the night was still young, and the event was only getting started as the music continued to play, and everyone was encouraged to stand up and slow dance.

With her arm linked with Heeseung’s, as it had remained the entire event, Kourtney pulled and urged him to take her up to the front to dance, it was only at that moment that his gaze broke away from you and he looked at her with a disdained expression. For the first time tonight, you were internally grateful to Kourtney, never minding how unpleasant she had been towards you with the constant side eyes and glares she threw your way throughout the event.

With one final look your way, Heeseung agrees to take Kourtney to dance, taking her by the hand in a strong grip, leading her away into the crowd of dancing couples. Jennifer and Jay stood up, about to join in the frenzy as Jake and Martha made their way following behind Heeseung and Kourtney.

“Y/N, come dance with us.” Jennifer bids you as she gently grabs on to your arm.

Shaking your head, you politely declined and inform Jennifer of your departure.

“It’s alright Jennifer, actually, I’m not feeling too great, I’m going to go back home and rest.”

Jennifer slightly pouted, Jay leaned in and remarked how you rarely ate from your plate.

“Do you want us to drive you?” He offered.

Once again, you declined politely and stood. Leaning in, you gently pull Jennifer into a hug and gave a slight peck on her head as one close friend toward another and bid your goodbyes to the couple and encouraged them to enjoy the night.

“Okay well, call me tomorrow then? We’ll go grab coffee or something.” Jennifer exclaimed as you nodded and gave her a gentle pat on her shoulder to encourage her to not worry and to go on with her evening.

Since you were significantly older, friends that you’ve made along the way in life, such as Jennifer, were dear to you. You treated them as if they were younger sisters, although you never were blessed to have one in your family.

Growing up with only your stepbrothers, you cherished the moments when you developed a sisterhood, but it made your disconnection with them so much more painful. Each decade when you moved, changed your name, address, and phone number, you broke contact and disappeared from those that you met previously, all because you had to remain un-noticed as your appearance continued to remain ageless, much like your mother and the women in your family. It hurt to think about it, but there will be a time where you would have to do the same to Jennifer, and disappear without a trace, breaking that kindred friendship without so much as a final goodbye. You hated it but were left with no choice.

The valet staff called you a cab as you reached the main entrance of the prestigious hotel, leaving the ballroom as quickly as you could, you hid yourself to avoid being seen and more importantly, having Heeseung noticing you leaving. Something in your gut told you that he would have followed you with the way he had been behaving.

Anxiety hits you once more as you internally wished for the cab to hurry and pull up, fearing that he would emerge through the doors any moment trying to find you. To your delight, a cab pulls up and you seat yourself in the back, driving off with no sight of Heeseung. Finally, you felt as if you could breathe in peace as you gave the cab driver your address.

Walking into your large apartment, you didn’t bother turning on the lights, the room was illuminated enough by the large floor to ceiling windows that adorned your living room wall.

Plopping yourself on the couch, you sat and stared out the window wall, overlooking the entire city, the lights, the upper view of bustling people making way to all the late-night shops and clubs as the ocean waves in the boardwalk afar sprayed its salty scent in the air.

Now that you were alone and at peace, your mind traveled back in time as you remarked your mothers’ final words from that conversation so long ago, when you were just eighteen and learned of the shocking discovery of your ancestry, your body’s capabilities, and the fate that you and your mother shared, just like the women before her.

………

“Wha…what? Mama…I don’t understand.”

Your mother’s hand remains planted on her forehead, rubbing the temples with her fingertips as she tilted her head slightly, projecting the view of her eyes to look at you rather tiresomely.

“…I’m saying Y/N, you have to be careful…”

Her words scared you. Not only that, but it also further spiraled you into a state of deep confusion. Why was she being so vague? Was it because she thinks you don’t believe her? After telling her what happened during the family’s trip?

“Mommy…what do you mean? Be careful of what? Please just be completely open because…because I’m scared. I’m scared Mama.”

You could feel the tears starting to build up in the ducts of your eyes, yet she remained nearly emotionless.

“Y/n, listen to me…you need to promise me, promise me that if you ever come acr-…”

She choked up as she stopped mid-sentence. Clearing her throat, she attempts once more to tell you of the dangers that solely affect you, her, and all the women in your family before you.

“Promise me that, if you ever come across one, you get away. Do you understand? You get far away, don’t stop for anything. If you meet one, you have to run, and stay away. The farther, the better.”

Your mother nearly stumbled over her words as she kept issuing her warning.

“…Come across what though? What am I supposed to run away from?” Tears streamed down your face; everything was too much for you to intake all at once. The confession of your bloodline, what happened three years ago at the family trip to Greece, and now this abrupt warning your mother issued as she concluded the storytelling of the first ancestor, Celine.

She looked back at the window and stared at the moon for just a moment, looking back into your eyes, she tells you.

“An Adam.”

…………

“Adam? Like the name?”

“First Man…” your mother stated, signifying the meaning behind the danger that she bids you to stay away from, elaborating her words of caution.  

“Adam’s is what the women in our family use to refer the descendants of a clan from Macedon, they were collectively called the Sons of Adam. A clan that has been around for a very long time, Y/n. My grandmother told me that because of history’s repeated disasters of war, famine, disease and poverty, majority of the clan diminished. If there had been any remaining, it would be a very small group, distant descendants that probably have no idea of their ancestry. With them evolving along with the rest of humanity, for hundreds and thousands of years, there’s a likely chance that the bloodline has been diluted and forgotten about. If there were any, they would be so far from the direct line of their ancestors.”

You listened intently to her, noticing that her voice was a lot steadier as she repeated the lessons her grandmother gave to her.

“But still…” She continues. “We can never be too careful.”

“What would they do to us? And why?” You urged her to answer, inquiring deeply yet you felt bad for opening that door, after seeing your mother wincing her eyes upon receiving your question.

Before Celine left the sea and married her mortal husband, many of her sisters, were hunted down and captured or killed by the Sons of Adam. It was back when Sirens and humans were at constant war against each other. With the Sirens controlling the sea, they gained the upper hand and became unstoppable and undefeated. They developed a ruthless and violent grudge against mortals for staining their mark on the creations of their forefathers.  

The Sons of Adam, though it is unknown why, were immune against all the Siren’s abilities. Even their ability in the water was superior to that of any other man, and it wasn’t favorable to the Sirens.

The maidens used their voices, and their hypnotizing chants, yet nothing deterred any Adam. The only thing that would affect them, was the Siren’s enchanting beauty, yet the effect only served as motivation for the Adam’s to capture the Sirens instead of killing them off.

The Siren’s resorted to their most notable capability, which was known in slaying thousands of ships at a time, the mortals called it the Siren’s Edge.

“What’s that? The Siren’s Edge?” You questioned as your mother retells the history behind Adams and Sirens.

“Back in the old days, people called it that because they say that whoever falls into the trap of a Siren who “edges” it made you feel as if you were breaching the edge of a cliff, leaning over to fall to your death. That was the feeling many would feel as they witnessed it. It’s stupid and silly, but that was our most useful weapon to destroy kingdoms and armies.” Your mother recounted the verbal notes of her grandmother’s lesson.

Reaching over to the side, your mother grabs an old book she had brought in. Flipping through the pages, she hands it to you and gives a subtle notion for you to read the inscription. Taking the book, it appeared it was an old diary of some sort, too old and barely held together by woven threads, you remarked the worn leather of the book cover only to find it wasn’t leather, but whale skin. The pages were notably patched and made by hand, evident by the thick crustiness of the mâché patterns, creating a blotchy dried connection of various colors and texture. You read the inscribed details of the page your mother booked marked for you, it was a detailed account by a sailor who wrote down his horrid experience when his ship and crew came across a group of Sirens. 

“March 01, Year 1432,

Amid the midst of my travels, I have seen many great hallmarks of God’s country and his never-ending sea of blue. Never would I have imagined that beauty could exist in the form of ugliness. Up until the day we had set sail, our ship glazed towards the coast of the Sparta Island, where she steadied herself against the tropic waters.

It was there that I had witness an image that I have begged God to take back. Others and myself have prayed countless times, but alas, the face of pain remains painted in my eyes, and their screams echo in the depths of my soul.

It was my first at seeing a siren, and as the rumors followed, she is a beauty that is incomparable. It was alarming. For though we have heard of their violent temperament, their faces appeared gentle and calm, like the tranquil waters of the Mediterranean or the whispering waves of the Baltic Sea. Instantly, she became the Aphrodite to every man’s dream.

I watched from a distance, as the men who gazed upon them directly, succumbed to the effects of what I believe to be, the Sirens Edge. Mark my words upon reading this inscription, one must never blink their vision upon her as she edges, for a glance to a single strand of her hair is enough to trap him in the darkness of her creativity.

I watched, as her beauty became fiercely vibrant, her features, which normally reflected the heavenly attributes of Venus herself, would transform. The lightness and pastel colors in her hair, lips, and eyes, would turn bold and dark, reflecting the color palate suited for Hades in the underworld; the fairness of her appeal turned into a different type of beauty. One that I could never forget, though it pains me to say a part of me refuses as it was something I have never seen before. Their beauty does something to every man, from the depths of my being I roared in lust and desire like never before. It was a beauty unheard of, unforeseen and unread. It was both seductive and sinister, sultry, and alluring, reflecting the powers of sex and lust. It was a feature that no woman I’ve seen in my day could ever attempt to encompass, let alone expel it. Truly, the sight of her is a blessing, the sight of her on edge, is a sin.

As I witnessed it, I yearned to see more of her. Possibly succumbing to the effects of it as well, though I was fortunate to not be subjected in their direct sight. What I saw following, had all but shocked me to death, as I heard her voice speak out, compelled the men to tell her that they loved her, that there was no other woman like her. I watched as I heard the desperation in their voices as they answered, the look of torment as the strongest desire to hold her and feel her against their own body drove them to near madness.

I watched…as she receives her answers and make her demands on to them. The Siren beseeched the men to do harm onto themselves and to each other, acts of torture that no mortal could ever be devious enough to think of, it was unimaginable and unspeakable. Her voice, that was once pure and sounded like the whistling of bells, turned deep and slow, it carried the demonic aura much like the warning cries of the raven. Her mind would drift to ideas as she ordered them to set themselves aflame and burn alive, or to flay the skin off their own bodies.

Another told the men to slit their chests open and rip their hearts out, wanting them to present it as a token of their love for her.

I watched as one by one, each sea maiden toppled one torture over the other, and worse…I witness the fear in each man’s eyes as they were forced to do it upon themselves. The skin of their faces ripping from the pains of their screams. Dear God, how could demons exist in such beauty? How could it?

Should the sirens remain present, even leagues away within the sea, humanity will fall. For I fear their bloodlust is too great and demanding on them, our ships will never pass through the minor, we will henceforth become trapped by them, for I have seen with my own eyes, these maidens, when in water, will form tails of a fish with scales that shine and glisten like new steel. When outside the water, they carry long slender legs, appearing like mortal women with beauty incomparable, tricking any man that dare step near them. As God as my witness, we are all on the brink of destruction.”

The clan killed off many sirens, nearly all of them, but preserved a small number for capture and enslavement, where they became the clan’s slave-breeders. The Adams bred with the unworldly maidens to produce the future generation offspring of Adams, so that they would gain the powers of Poseidon, enhancing their unexplained abilities or even gaining new ones, such as decreased aging and extended lifespans. They even would inherit the trait to serenade, an ability that made the Sirens well known for.

Adams and their descendants never sire daughters, only sons. It’s one of the phenomenal traits of their lineage, and it has always remained that way since the 8th century when the clan was formulated.

Sirens and their descendants can only have daughters, to continue the generation of Sirens. Yet, when it came to the offspring of an Adam, it was discovered by those that were enslaved, that the continuation of the clan’s bloodline overpowered the genealogical trait of Poseidon’s daughters, thus with an Adam, a Siren will bear sons, the only time they produce males.

After explaining the history between the two bloodlines just as her grandmother had done to her. There was a slight pause of silence that filled the room. It permitted you to take a moment to understand certain aspects of your life that you used to find odd or questioned. Such as your stepfather and his sons from a separate marriage, were always remarked as being the only males in your mother’s side of the family, it never dawned on you yet now, it all made sense. In your mother’s family line, it was all females, aside from their husbands who all remained unaware of their fate. Your mother explained that when the time comes, after being married toa mortal man and for the family secret to remain undetected, the women in your family would disappear without a trace, much like how you did with your friends each decade.

“The women in our family will never expose the truths, as much as it pains us. It’s only natural, we have come so far from the first-born Sirens, we no longer have a ruthless hatred against mortals. We don’t. The women in our family all have loved, married, and bore daughters with mortal men, spending many years with them as loyal and committed wives. Of course, we would be saddened at the prospect of suddenly vanishing and leaving them.”

You took note of what she was saying and glanced up at her. “Where do they go?”

Your mother looked at you and smiled, again, it was a smile filled with sadness and slight grief as she voices out the fate of the women before her, the fate that she will have to follow suit someday.

“We go back to the Adriatic Sea, the birthplace of Sirens. That is our fate, well, if you marry a mortal, it’s an unspoken pact that allows us to remain free and undetected, yet it’s a lonely continuation of our life as we roam the oceans trying to find the remaining Sirens or drifting to an undiscovered island. We will never live on manmade land ever again once we enter the water.”

Your breath paused. That didn’t sound like a life to live at all, but neither did walking on egg shells and living amongst people, placing yourself at risk of coming across the one thing your mother shook at speaking of, the Adam’s.  

Replaying your mother’s warning in your head, the shocking intrusion of her warning submitted a spiral of chills up your spine as her voice echoes in your head while the image of Heeseung’s hand gripping yours remained as a still image in your line of sight.

“So if I did meet … an Adam. How will I know?”

You recalled asking the question with a shaky voice.

“…You’d feel him.”

Pure shock stuns you into a trance, her words suddenly pierced your ears the moment you brought her warning to memory, the felt of Heeseung’s touch came back to your senses and felt as if it was crawling on your skin.

“You mean…as in touch…like their skin? We can feel them physically? Even without being in the water?”

“Everything, Y/n.”

Nearly cutting you off, her soft-spoken voice calmly follows suit of your pondering questions without missing a beat as she continues.

“We can and we would feel everything. Even without being anywhere near the ocean. That is the most significant way to tell, since the beginning of time, Adams became the only man that Sirens can feel. That means, they can inflict pain and we would feel it. Outside or beneath our skin. It is the one true weakness that we have, the Clan of Adams.”

“Then…what then? If I run, where do I go? Does that mean I…I have to go to…”

One last sigh of the night, and your mother looked at you with a very subtle look of relief as she answers your questions with the words that was accompanied by a sorrow-felt smile.

“No different from the ones that married, you too will have to go back to the sea.”

………

****omg wtf is wrong with Tumblr in this tagging business. freaking aye! wont let me add or select all the tags. Geezus Tumblr you only have like one freaking job.

#heeseung hard hours #enhypen hard hours #heeseung smut #heeseung scenarios #enhypen smut #heeseung x reader #heeseung hard thoughts #enha x reader #enha heeseung

[sophia-codes]

100 days of code - day 02

Hi, Today I didn't do much :/

But I did something, I continued my studies in Rust, I'm reading the book that the own Rust documentation recommends, I'm on chapter 3 and read about variables and mutability.

Basically, the variables in Rust follow the same rules as other languages like C, with some syntax changes, but the major difference is that for default variables in Rust are immutable (can't be modified), and if I want to change its value I need to explicitly declare this variable as mutable. That's interesting.

While reading, I realized that I should use more constant variables when they do not need to be redefined, and use more unsigned int when I do not need negative numbers, sometimes I don't do it out of laziness O_o

Also, I learned about shadowing, that allows you to create a new variable with the same name as an existing one, shadowing it, and now the new one will be the valid. This can be useful sometimes.

Writing to this blog helps me to revise what I've studied though the day, I like it.

Today I did not have too much time (my fault), but I'm glad I studied at least a little :)

Sorry for the raw text hahaha, I'll find out ways to make it more pretty, but it can take while 😅, maybe some code snippets ? I just hate that tumblr markdown doesn't accept code blocks, that's unacceptable @staff 😭

> my github

#day 02 #100 days of code #100daysofcode #codeblr #programming #progblr #studyblr #computer science

[princess200417]

My life after Void state/law of assumption

Hey everyone,so as you all know I have manifested my dream life a long time ago but these few last days smth amazing happened to me that I never even knew I needed in my life.....I moved in with my boyfriend and I feel even more fulfiled 😍❤️🙌

Plus I realised that I don't want to get a job or study, first of all bc I have manifested coming from a millionaire family so I always have millions with me and second of all bc I don't like testing one thing or working like a "slave" just to say that I am working (cause you know still many People decide to get a job bc they don't want to be labeled as lazy)

Since I learnt about the law my confidence sky rocked and apart from that , when I entered the void and actually saw full "big" results for the first time in my life, everything has been so perfectly perfect since then uggh so I just wanted to make a post about my life,smth like a diary so I can motivate others and also keep it as a sweet memory when I look back on my blog😭😍🙌😚

Life is not too good to be true,its actually too good and it's true !!! I live in a beautiful cozy home with my lovely man 😍,he takes good care of me,we sleep together,make love to each other,we go out together we cuddle a lot we cook together we dance together, I've met his family, I'm deeply close with my bestie, I have a perfect supportive open-minded happy stylish beautiful and healthy family, I have my desired surname, I revised my grades, I graduated school and now due to being a millionaire I won't ever have to study or work in my life instead I will have fun spending my money on vacation etc, I have the prettiest clothes accessories makeup products shoes etc,when I'm bored to cook or to do ny makeup I manifest it being done on it's own, I feel gratitude daily, I wake up seeing at my man staring at me and kissing my neck softly and going through my hair, I go to fun parks pretty often, I meet kind hearted humans, I have long healthy jet black silky hair, I smell like vanilla and cherry naturally I'm hairless I have pouty round pink smooth lips I am short and cute I have tanned skin and rosy cheeks I have big black sparkly eyes with long blank lashes I have defined brows I have clear glass soft skin I have Loren Gray's exact face shape/size, I have white straight teeth,my nose looks like a fairy nose and my feet is cute tiny and pretty 🦋 I don't have any pressure or toxicity surrounding my life, I'm not religious anymore,my self concept is lit and I manifest instantly, I'm always calm, I am super talented I run fast I'm photogenic and videogenic I can speak the languages that I like I have the most amazing fighting skills I am the best singer and dancer my makeup always looks on fleek I never had an unwanted past I see my loved ones being happy healthy and safe like they don't even get a cold and overall I feel so good with the life that I"created"🙌😭❤️💞😊follow your dreams and don't give up, you got this,the 4d should be your centre of attention

#void state #manifistation #lawofassumption

[the-resurrection-3d]

28. Any writing advice that works for you and you feel like sharing?

(From these writing asks)

I know I've mentioned zero drafting before, but it is really is one of the greatest tools for actually getting stuff down on paper. Just in case anyone doesn't know what I'm talking about: zero drafting is the idea of just writing down your story ideas as quickly as possible, embracing shitty, undercooked writing and [INSERT DIALOGUE HERE] and even just talking yourself through whatever it is you're feeling about the story. If you get a zero draft down, you can begin sorting through your ideas sooner than if you had committed to writing a "normal" first draft-- since the majority of first drafts are lowkey-to-highkey dogshit anyway -- and start revising, which is where the real work of writing begins.

I combine this with collage in my head, because I usually write in fragments regardless of the actual genre I'm writing in. If you want to know more about collage, composition scholar Peter Elbow cheekily refers to it as "cheating" here in this paper, and I think this paragraph sums it up well:

Collage and parataxis are important not only because they’re easy and lazy--though that’s important too.  They are important for the sake of thinking.  If we ask our beginning students to spell out all their thinking, they often limit themselves to what’s dull.  If we invite them to use parataxis and collage, however lazy or cheating it may be, they often capture more sophisticated thinking:  greater cognitive complexity.  And it often comes across too, despite our complaints about “the need for development.”  Surely it’s preferable--often anyway--and perhaps especially in the beginning--to have sophisticated and complex thinking that is tacit and sort of there than pedestrian and dull thinking that is well spelled out.

Now, obviously here he's talking about student writing and allowing students to essentially write in "normal voice" fragments rather than "academic voice" full drafts. I have tried this out with students and many did find this advice helpful. The same principle also applies to fiction writing because genres are literally fake and also not real.

Now, if you're someone who gets overwhelmed by the chaos of full collage/zero-drafting, Elbow also has a good way of building an outline from freewrites that he calls "building a skeleton," where you take your pieces of freewriting and force yourself to write out the actual main idea/theme of them in a full sentence, so that you can then reorganize these sentences in an outline. For fiction, I mentally pair this with Holly Lisle's advice on doing one McLargeHuge revision, where part of her process is forcing herself to articulate in complete sentences a) what her intended theme was, b) what her draft is actually saying, and c) what each scene/chapter actually contributes to said theme (and obviously the actual plot).

A good way to think of revision is asking, "Does this [sentence/scene/chapter] do ENOUGH work to justify the space it's taking up?" This is something I had to return to in my revision of my pro-ana paper; I had entire sections that I removed not because of the information in there was bad or even irrelevant, but they weren't doing ENOUGH work for the space they occupied. There were many times during revision I audibly said "girl who gives a fuck" and ripped huge paragraphs out.

As for the outlining... definitely gonna have to try the skeleton process out again tonight for my MFN fic, since it largely exists now in fragments. I've reoutlined this thing like twice already but LMAO third time's the charm, right?

[atsushishelteredinmoonlitjasmine]

The things I'm reading about the commentary for RW/BY Vol. 9 have made me want to write this post. It's just something I want to say, regardless of how it most likely retreads old ground or shares sentiment with other posts like it. At least it'll be more concise and filled with less angry ramblings than if I decided to write this last night, when I was first reading everything.

(Just to avoid confusion, I'll be referring to the characters/writers via their initials as a way of censoring them from people who don't wish to see this post. This makes it easier for me and is less annoying than having to put slashes everywhere)

I mainly wanted to focus on two things. One was the hacker crew (as I will "affectionately" dub the writers) deciding to off-screen W telling the rest of RBY of what happened to P and J killing her. The other was of ER saying on Twitter that he (and the rest of the hackers) didn't think R would find issue with J killing P. Anything else from the commentary may or may not have a separate post, it just depends on what is said and if it upsets me enough.

Let's address the second point first because I have something to say. I don't understand ER's logic here. Why did he, and by extension everyone else, think R wouldn't be upset/angry at J for killing P? She has every abso-fucking-lute right to feel that way! I mean, one of her closest friends KILLED another of her closest friends! Disregarding how it was P's choice (which I hate, btw), you mean to say R wouldn't lash out at J, berating him for not trying to find another way or doing more to save P? Even if R understood that the situation was complicated or everything was just going a million miles a second, I can't see her not being incensed at him. Shit like that needs time to process and I can't imagine R to be super calm after hearing that bombshell.

Which leads me to the first point. Why in the fuck did the scene of W telling RBY of said bombshell happen off-screen? Why do the hacker crew INSIST on off-screening important scenes like this? Even if fans want to say they didn't want to reiterate information the audience already knows, they could've made it to where W starts the conversation, fade to black or cut away, and come back to RBY's reactions afterwards. It's not that hard! Do they think scenes that are character-oriented are filler? I just can't understand their reasoning for doing this.

It's at this point I'm saying the writers are downright lazy. I've known for years now that they're not good but I know for sure now they're just lazy. ER can Tweet all he wants that he and the team should've been more clear on certain aspects of the story or they should've thought more on other aspects but the truth is, they didn't WANT to put in the work. It's too much effort for them to put in care for decency's sake so they might as well half-ass it or better yet, just shoot the first idea that comes out of their minds, write it into the story without any revising or editing, and call it a day. Let the fans who actually do more for the story than the writers do put in the work to explaining the plot because clearly, they care about the material and aren't thinking they're hot shit for writing nonsensical bullshit.

It must be nice, getting paid to sit on your ass all day while the animators you overwork and exploit the services of do all the work that you underpay them for. Wish I and the other people who create art, fanfics, videos, etc. could get money for all the promo we give you, whether that's our intention or not. But then again, the harassment we may receive for any fuckups on your end wouldn't be worth the blood money.

#rwde #rwby critical