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erenspussy420 · 10 months

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Jade, Azul and Floyd with an SO who cries during 🍆💦❤

MDNI 18+ONLY!

A REPOST AS ITS NOT SHOWING IN TAGS

Fem reader!

Word Count:2.7k

Jade Leech, Azul Ashengrotto, and Floyd Leech with a reader who cries during

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This was for an anon who asked for this months ago

Pure dirty brain rot, don't expect anything else from me. I wrote this before I went to church class dear lord.

Actually please note anything I write here is obviously not very well researched and this is brain rot purely. This is not the Discovery Channel.

Fem Reader

Tags: cum, public sex, merform, under the sea, ORAL LOTS OF IT, thicc tongue cum eating and no commas for that last one. Totally incorrect underwater stuff.

Jade Leech: When you asked for help with studying about speaking to aquatic creatures for your Magical Studies class, Jade came to mind. The tall handsome mer-eel, the vice warden of Octavinelle, who's grace and unnerving politeness strikes fear as easily as his twin. A vice leader, many would be greedy to have. His grades were nothing to scoff at either.

Jade, with that sharp gaze and polite smile, agreed. So both of you had permission to leave NRC with Jade spearheading the admin office for it. Getting papers signed all in less than an hour. You were thrilled at this! With Jade’s help it would be done so easily! However, you in your kind nature ask what he would like in return for his help. Jade, whose large mer form was submerged in the sea, simply smiled and coaxed you to come closer to him, his long beautiful tail making waves as you leaned down to him.

The closer you came his pupil dilated and his tongue ran over his teeth, the slightest peek of the tip peeking through his lips.

His voice smooth and lulling as he beckons your closer…and you stupidly do.

The damp shirt you wore was see through, Jade's eyes glimmer at the sight and his lips part.

"You see I am quite hungry, I do require something to feast on," Jade said smoothly watching you come closer even if you didn't quite realize it. He was no siren, but Jade didn't need their voices to make one come to him." Something sweet and filling to sate my desire."

No, Jade does not need enchantments of a siren to make you come to him..

You sought him just as he expected. Not knowing what lies behind his eyes, that dilated pupils you can see yourself in that haze. So close to him, you can make out the pigments of his skin, the dots of various blues and grays.

"Okay….Okay I'll feed you," you breathe, feeling your heartbeat quickly.

"How generous of you, come here prefect," Jade croons, closer to you now, a long finger trail down your cheek, a caress of your jaw," come let me feast."

Those eyes pin you in your place as the words that came out died as a whimper.

Whatever innocent intention you had went out the door.

Being splayed out in a remote part of the beach, your bottom half naked with a transformed Jade, sucking your clit as his fingers curl in you making you see stars. You’re blouse torn up, with your tits exposed, nipple coated with saliva and plump.

But like hell you're going to stop the amazing sensation of your pussy being licked and cleaned out after Jade practically drilled into you with that..that..wonderfully thick and sleek cock from the slit he had you eat out.

You can still taste it on your tongue. A taste that is salty but a subtle taste of sweetness.

Your thighs were shaking, coated in thick cum that Jade had lovingly filled you with hours before. His body had curled around you as the pushing of his cock snug into your soaked cunt. His voice low and husky as he kisses you. Tasting your mouth, eagerly as he does since he was rather hungry for you.

Patiently waiting, batting away other nuisances around you.

He wasn't joking when merman cum was more dense, more ugh filling than a simple human boys can be, you can still feel Jade’s mer cock in you.

Jade ruined sex for you, you can’t simply fuck other people when Jade fucked you silly.

Ever so the picture of a perfect gentleman he even offered to clean you up. With the thick tongue he had that filled up all those lewd dreams you had of him when you were alone touching yourself to the excitement of having him in you. You should be embarrassed being out here in public with your sex dripping, practically humping Jade's face as he drags you through the sand, his jacket being your thin protection against it. The heat below demands to be sated and used.

You really should be, but you're not. You cover your mouth, tears slipping down as another rush of pleasure at feeling Jade's tongue hit deeper brushing and pushing up against–

His gaze stuck on your expression, the heat of your body and every cute bounce you do, taking in the way you open your mouth ready to cry out….

He pinches your erect clit, pushing up the bundle of nerves, sending you into a frenzy–

You cry as your orgasm comes, dragging you into the crashing high. Your hands grabbing his head and pushing him more into your pussy, eyes dazed and mouth gasping. Feeling the thick tongue push and push, your walls trying to keep it. Jade only grins. Panting hard, the rush of pleasure and languidly overwhelmed you. Tears dripped down your flush cheeks, you’re thighs were still shaking as you weakly move.”Oh fuck, Jade that was….was—”

Jade watches with predatory eyes glinting in satisfaction as you wreathed under his mouth again. He pulls out his tongue from your heat, flicking his tongue on his way out.

Through the parted lips still coated in slick, he runs his tongue over them. His sharp teeth glint in the soft colors of the sunset.

“Always happy to assist you, my darling.” Jade croons, dragging you down into his arms.The soft subdued heat from him, too cool for a human to be but enough for an mer to be lounging in the sun. You feel lazy, the throbbing between your legs as your orgasm leaves you, you can faintly make out Jade's words.

"I'll always be willing to aide."

Azul Ashen Grotto: we really giving Under the Sea a new fucking meaning.

You give a hint, once or twice, rather many needy hints about getting fucked by Azul's beautiful smooth tentacles. Azul would always yelp out an answer covered by a cough and an attempt to fix himself, before promising you 'one day'. A promise with him lacing your hands as he kisses your knuckles, a flutter of his eyelashes brushing those cheekbones as his cheeks flush. Like how can you not fall a bit more in love with this guy? Manipulative to the fake bone marrow he got, but he really does love you…he just gotta love himself first you know.

However, Azul is nothing but known for his words.

And he fucking delivers.

After a slew of potions you drank, painstakingly made and trialed by students who tried to run, Azul took you to the beach by Octavinelle edges. Far from what a normal student would venture before turning back, but in this case you would need more privacy. He’s carrying you around, with his hand tucked under your thighs with you facing him, resting your head on his shoulders. Floyd and Jade aren’t the only strong ones in their human forms, you know. It's just hard to remember with Azul's slim build. As an octomer-person, his grip and strength never really diminished, just more well restrained. His gloved hands squeezes your thigh, rubbing circles over the warm flesh of your skin.

"Almost there," Azul clears his throat, his face beet red. You kiss him as his magic flares a spell on his lips as a bubble surrounds you. Slowly, Azul pushes into the water, you brace yourself as the water rises, splashing over you in fluid arches but what surprised you more was the subtle ways Azul's body glowed. His form no longer his human body but something much bigger than, his skin a purplish hue and black ink that crept over his shoulders, his back and over the bone of his hips and below they formed in eight long appendages, much bigger than any man or fae on land.

It was rather scary.

It was beautiful.

It was Azul in his full glory, the silver of his hair much brighter than the dew of a pearl.

As the two of you sink below the waves, where the sun sets and darker the ocean seems. The sensation of his tentacles sliding over you calms you down as does it excite you.

In his arm, you kiss Azul's chest and hear the soft noises of bubbles rising as you do. Kissing his chest, up to his neck where you lapped at his throat, and sucked at his neck, you held tight to him as Azul sighs into your hair. The world of deep dark blues and the faint light become darker, as you go deeper. The effects of the potions you drank keep you warm, normal even if you're deep with Azul sleek tentacles wrap around the brilliant colors of purple lighting the dark.

"I hope you don't mind this," Azul's voice is hesitant, a sort of needy tone that asks for you to come to him,"Please…please my darling love all of me."

So you do, bringing Azul into a deep kiss that has him moan, his much bigger body brings you into, his hands in your hair and tongue in your mouth. You can feel the pressure of something sliding between your legs.

Pushing up, back and forth as another rubs your back, feeling suctions of warmth crawling up your legs.

Azul's whimpers as you squeeze your thighs around the tentacle between your legs, building up the slickness in your folds as you cling onto him. Rocking your hips into this tentacle that teases you by pushing more and more into your cunt.

Around you the world seems brighter in hues of pinks and purples, the natural luminous lights of Azul's octo form. Wrapping around you both, as the other tentacles undress you. Flicking at your nipples, when your shirt is off and bra pried off. Your shorts pulled off, the tentacle thicker than the others, its pointed head teasing your slick slit through your panties that made you needy.

Breaking off the kiss, you keel, your hands tight on his shoulders. Whimpering as the suctions of his tentacles latch onto your nipples, another ripping through your panties making itself at home suckling your clit. Azul watched this with wide eyes and his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

Sevens, the pulsing heat as slick drools over the head of his mating tentacle makes Azul squeeze you in his arms. Your arms around him and your legs spread by two tentacles. As two made themselves busy pumping your breasts and your poor cunt getting over stimulation with his mating cock and your clit being abused by suction.

All of this, all of this Azul could feel, his mouth opening letting out guttural moans as you keel louder, your head thrown back as the head of cock pushing in, wriggling itself in your soaked hole.

"Azul! Azul!"

The bubble that held them let a funnel of bubbles rise, as the cries got louder and louder, under the sea.

Floyd Leech: Good luck fucking anyone after him, its never going to be the same

Where Jade was crafty, Floyd had the subtlety of a sledge hammer, his taunting nature making it more obvious what he wanted. That fun day in the lake far away from the camp, Floyd in his eel form was making it his mission to grab you, his sharp fins above water acting like Jaws as he headed towards you.

You really regret showing him that movie and so did half the college campus, for the next two months.

Even when he terrorized Jamil and Ace, he made sure to carry you away from everyone. Not caring much, after his hands roam your body, squeezing your waist, groping your inner thighs as he licks your skin. In the river, far from crazy Vargas, Floyd with his hands roaming and groping.

Leaving you in a tizzy as even the cool water isn't calming down the throbbing between your legs. Nothing was detering Floyd from holding you in place, from below the water he spreads your legs and begins to mouth at your swimsuit covering your needy part. Unlike Jade, Floyd didn't need no assignment to get you bouncing on his cock.

And by God he is right.

The second he got his tongue into your needy cunt, you practically humped at his face, water splashing violently around you. Eager to rip that annoying swimsuit off, Floyd takes you to the river bank, over a small patch of grass, hands tearing off your bottoms heading for the sweet nectar you're practically gushing out for him.

With a gleeful wide smile open as he pants, his long tongue lolling out. His sharp talons keep your plump thighs spread for him as he devours your soak weeping pussy. He’ll eat you out as long as he wants, till your begging him to fuck you already. Licking his lips, he looks at you with those focused eyes, over your panting naked self, and a sharp toothy grin appears.

Pulling you up by the arm, his hand caressing in a gentle touch from him, up your arm, past your shoulders as a talon pulls across your skin, and he holds your neck. You’re brought down, towards where his upper half and tail merge and there you see a slit appear, hidden beneath his scales.

“Shrimpy wants me to fuck them silly? Then be a good darling and help it come out,” he laughs in that carefree tone of his as he looks down at you. His grin wide and toothy.

Needless to say, you got to work, kissing the slit, teasing it gently to make it puff up. Licking and working your fingers into the slick slit as Floyd rested on his arms, his loud groans filled the air. The more you tease, the tip of something long, thick and wonderfully veiny touches your tongue. Floyd lets out an open mouth, yawning hot and labored as the tip reveals the flat head of his cock.

"Ngnnh, Shrimpy mouth is so good," Floyd laughs, as he pushes your face against the large member, slick on your cheek. It felt hot on your skin, with the tip of your tongue you lap at it, as Floyd's hand combed your hair."Hehe, I can't wait to stuff your pussy."

You felt the heat throb between your legs as you taste the beads of precum, hearing a hiss from Floyd. The more and more you try to stroke his cock, the more it rises from his slit that you push your fingers around to coax more out. Long, fat and hot, your heart beats quickly as you feel the ache become my intense and your world it tilted feeling Floyd onto, the flared tip pushing in–

Your squealing, screaming his name as you bounce rapidly against the thick slick mer-eel cock like it was meant to stretch your tight cunt. It felt fucking amazing, the way it dragging against your walls, the flared tip hitting places you didn't realized needed to be fucked until now. Stuck in Floyd's arm, your boyfriend much bigger in his merform, you bury your face in his cool skin. The heat of your cheeks hot as you keep following Floyd's dick in you.

His scales rub a bit over your inner thighs, as he wraps lower body into you, coiling using his body to push that long member more into you, touching the spot that made your walls become needy. Letting out loud moans, you keep kissing and gripping onto Floyd, begging him for more. Floyd grunts, eyes rolling back as you squeeze him, his lower body goes faster and faster as his hand gropes your ass.

He grabs your jaw and makes you face him, taking in the way your cheeks warm his hand, your dazed teary eyes and panting mouth, his hips go faster as his tail thumps the ground.

“Fuck Shrimpy’s so tight,” Floyd groans burying his face into your hair, breathing hotly, as your walls milk him," ahaha don't worry about being loud scream it as much as you want."

#twisted wonderland #twst #floyd leech x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #jade leech x reader #reader insert #Floyd Leech #jade leech #Azul Ashengrotto #fem reader insert

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murdrdocs · 1 year

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(Not a request just a headcanon of my own that you can add onto if you would like :)

Ethan landry would definitely offer to tutor bimbo!reader but he always ends up doing to for her when she's gives him those big doe eyes and pouty lips but he always leaves a couple questions wrong word unanswered just to make it look like bimbo!reader did it and if their dating (even if they are not 😏) bimbo!reader would always award Ethan with kisses whenever he does a page of his or readers homework and when he's all finished she covers his face with kisses (which sometimes stain his face due to readers lip gloss/lipstick)

Anyways I just thought of this and needed someone to share it with

MAN UR SO RIGHT !!!

she wouldn't even have to ask for his help because during class, ethan's always watching her. she sits just a few seats away usually, close enough for ethan to get a whiff of her sweet-scented perfume but not close enough for him to strike up conversation naturally. but one day she's hanging behind and something possesses ethan, giving him enough confidence to ask her if she needs tutoring.

it could possibly come off as offensive, but her eyes widen and her pretty lips part and she smiles and nods, bending over her notebook to write her phone number in a sparkly pen.

it quickly becomes somewhat of a usual occurrence for them two. sometimes, ethan likes to have their sessions at his place, specifically when chad is there because he comes in and gets that bewildered look in his eyes. ethan's ego swells when she smiles at him, waves, says hi, and immediately turns back to the work. sure, it's probably because she just wants to pass the class, but maybe she also favors ethan over mega-jock chad.

plus, ethan thinks she has at least a little thing for him whenever she gets a question right, and he's suddenly smothered by the tight hug she gives him, her tits pressed against his chest and her perfume invading his senses. truth be told, she didn't really get the question right as ethan was basically holding her hand throughout the entire thing, but it's the thought that counts.

it gets to a point where ethan really looks forward to your tutoring sessions, even though they eventually become less about tutoring and more about talking. he lives for the hour or so where he can admire how pretty you are, and where your scent is cemented in his room from how often you just wander off and look at his things, leaving him to do the work for you in your pink sparkly pen, leaving just enough answers incorrect so it's not suspicious.

sometimes, the dishonesty nags at his brain, but the kisses you give him along his face –– sometimes close to his lips –– is enough to keep him coming back.

#ethan landry x reader #ethansworld!#ethan landry x you #celeste writes scream #ethan landry #ethan landry fluff

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fanficsforheartandsoul · 11 months

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Maniac | König x M!Reader | Part II

Note: Just to clarify, my boii isn’t wearing his helmet in this story, just his good ol’ rag of a shirt on his mighty head. One of my most popular incorrect call of duty quotes makes an appearance here lmao.

Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II (2022)

Warnings: Swearing, Fighting, Knives, Mentions of Homophobia, Unrealistic depiction of KorTac, the Military in general and uhh hand to hand combat?, Injuries, Angst, Slight NSFW, Slight OOC, Reader got a blood kink oopsie, König as well?? Unrealistic portrayal of lots of things

Summary: König’s relationship with KorTac’s local psychopath is something he himself doesn’t really understand. But when an incident happens and a picture of the two is circling around the army base they’re currently staying at, they finally address what is going on between them...

Word Count: 5,18k

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Part I

He doesn’t see Atom for a few days.

Which is strange, considering that he saw him from afar almost every day in the past but now he’s nowhere to be seen. He can’t feel his presence at all and the attacks aren’t coming. It’s a different kind of unsettling.

Instead, he can sense that something is off with the base in general. After walking out of PT with Horangi and Klaus, they pass a few marines who look at him and then start to whisper.

The other two operators don’t notice it but König does immediately, the anxiety of years of harassment in his youth stirring awake.

At first, it’s subtle. But then after two days, it becomes obvious that the marines are really talking about him, and even his friends realize.

“What the hell’s going on?” Zeus asks eventually when they’re all sitting in the mess hall, eating some sad excuse of what they call fried chicken. He points at König with his fork while chewing.

“They’re talking about you, right? Why?”

The Austrian shrugs his shoulders. “No clue.”

He really doesn’t know. He hasn’t done anything embarrassing and the others haven’t pranked him in a while so there shouldn’t be anything to talk about. Unless...

The image of Y/N licking his own blood with a smirk on his lips comes to mind and he closes his eyes to get that memory out of his head.

Not that he succeeds this time either. In the last few days his brain has run itself stupid with replaying it.

It’s absurd and he kind of questions his sanity but there’s this part in his head that finds the blood-licking extremely hot.

Maybe he got hit a bit too much or Y/N threw him on the ground too often. Or his madness rubbed off. He laughs to himself, forgetting that the lower half of his face is currently uncovered so that he can eat.

“What?” Stiletto asks.

“What what?” He tilts his head in confusion.

“Why’re you laughing?”

He shrugs his shoulder.

“You hang out too often with Atom”, Calisto says, leaning back as she stirs her tea. “He’s rubbing off on you.”

He halts and stares at her. Can she hear his thoughts??

He’s about to open his mouth when Horangi interrupts: “I haven’t seen him around for a while. You two finally buried the hatchet?”

König shakes his head, shoving a bite into his mouth to avoid talking about it. But the others all look at him with expectation, there’s something in their expressions that makes him feel slightly anxious.

“Yeah, what’s your boyfriend up to?” Conor asks, slightly smiling, clearly trying to vex him.

“Oh fuck off”, he mutters with a full mouth, ignoring the eruption of snickers from his friends. His glad that most of his face is still covered, he can feel how his cheeks begin to heat up and he’s sure that his complexion would show it off.

He wonders though. Where’s Y/N?

The question gets answered when they’re on the way to their barracks.

Horangi suddenly pulls König aside after staring at his phone for a bit.

“Dude”, he begins, sounding unsure of how to breach the topic of whatever he wants to talk about, “I think I get why they’re talking about you.”

The tone of the Korean opens a pit in König’s stomach and instead of explaining more, Horangi just gives him his phone, standing awkwardly to the side, while he looks at the screen.

It’s a picture.

The angle tells him it was taken from outside the barracks, the photographer must’ve stood really close to the doorway. Y/N blocks off König’s head but even then it’s obvious that they’re kissing, based on the posture of their bodies.

He stares at the picture, trying to coordinate his racing thoughts.

Who took it? He asks himself barely putting the first few moments after parting lips with Atom together. But then he remembers, there was a marine.

He looks at Horangi, who watches him closely, his sunglasses on his head for once.

König doesn’t know what he should say, if he should explain, how his friend was even thinking about gay people- or in his case bisexual people- but he doesn’t even get the opportunity to open his mouth, because a sudden shout can be heard coming from the left corridor that leads to the gym.

“What the hell, Jackson- grab him!”

The group of KorTac operators all turn their heads, the shout clearly setting off some alarm bells. With various levels of interest, they make their way toward the gym, trying to find out what is going on.

König follows in a slight daze, still holding onto Horangi’s phone.

When they arrive, they can’t see shit at first because the room entrance is blocked by several marines standing in the doorway. Shouts and grunts can be heard from inside.

Someone yelps: "Fuck man, it was just a joke- stop it-!"

König’s eyes go wide when he hears Atom's voice- his tone is furious: "Let me show you what I understand as a joke, you motherfucker!"

There’s shuffling and several people shout: "Get him off!" "Fuck, how strong is this bastard!" “Calm down, sergeant!"

Due to König’s size he can look over most of the marines who are blocking the doorway and he spots the cause of the spectators; Y/N is on top of a marine, holding him in some type of gi choke, while four others try to pull him off the guy.

König recognizes the marine’s face immediately, even when he’s all bloody. It’s the man from the hallway and he understands what’s going on.

He tries to push through the crowd, calling out the sergeant’s name.

“Atom, calm down!”

He manages to make it through and rushes to them.

“Atom, let him go. You’re going to kill him”, he says and to everyone’s surprise, Y/N stops struggling as soon as he hears the Austrian’s voice. They pull him off of the guy.

“König”, he mutters and it sounds almost... relieved?

E/c meets blue. His eyes wander to the white band-aid on Atom’s neck. He gulps.

“Whatever he said, it’s not worth it. Just calm down, he’s an idiot.”

The marine with the bloody nose and face grunts, obviously not liking the insult but he knows better than retorting especially because Atom’s still in close proximity, turning to look down at him with a death stare.

The sergeant seems to contemplate König’s words for a bit. The tension and fury in his body haven’t left yet, he can tell based on the way he clenches his fists.

“That bastard-” Atom begins in a low voice, when suddenly their team leader’s voice comes from the hallway: “What the fuck is going on here?!”

König looks back, his eyes meet Stiletto’s who gives him a thumbs up and he nods.

The murmurs of the people around them stop immediately.

Majka parts the spectating crowd like Moses and he looks at the men in front of him, scrutinizing Atom and then the marine on the ground who’s holding his bleeding nose. He glances at König.

“Atom.” His voice is stern. “Go to my office and wait for me there, right now.”

The sergeant looks at him, his expression grim. “Sir-”

“RIGHT NOW!” Majka isn’t taking any of his bullshit today, he’s dead serious.

Atom looks at König for a moment and then turns and walks out of the room, his head high as he passes the onlookers.

The RS team leader turns around to face the gawking marines.

“Do you have nothing to do?” he growls. They mutter something and he just looks at the door. “Fuck off!”

The KorTac operators watch as they begin to filter out of the gym, the four marines who tried to pull Atom off of their guy also begin to move, one of them helps the bloodied man up but Majka points at him.

“Major Briggs wants to see your ass.”

The marine’s eyes go wide. He stammers a “Yes, sir!” and then hurries out of the room.

When the only people in the room are from KorTac, Majka sighs deeply and wipes his forehead. He looks at König.

“I don’t give a shit about your or anyone else’s sexual preferences. You like what you like, I don’t care but I’m telling you if anyone gives you shit-” the team leader looks at all of them, “tell me or Ridgeback. We’ll handle it. And if any of you have some dumbass opinions about someone’s sexuality, I’ll make sure to beat your ass straight, understood?”

König feels relief wash over him even after being put in the spotlight.

“Yessir!” they all shout and Hutch whistles loudly. “Awe, you care about us!”

Majka clicks his tongue in annoyance. “Yes, I do.”

They laugh and Conor shouts from the back: “Even about the lunatic?”

Their team leader rolls his eyes. “Even him. And now buzz off.”

He makes a shoo-shoo gesture and they file out into the hallway, König following behind the Serbian and Stiletto.

Zeus and Aksel joke around with Majka but he just flips them off and then leaves in the direction of his office. The others slowly make their way to the barracks, talking about what had just occurred.

The Austrian lingers behind the group, feeling somewhat overwhelmed by the whole development of the last 15 minutes. Horangi seems to have realized that as he slows down to walk beside him.

“You okay?” he asks him. König shrugs his shoulders helplessly. “The marine- he took the photo.”

His friend nods. “Yeah, I guessed that...” He remains quiet for a while.

“So... Are you guys together then? Did you tame Atom without telling us?” The Korean shows a teasing smile towards the end.

König sighs deeply, the anxious knot in his stomach grows. “No. He just kissed me out of nowhere. He completely surprised me.”

Horangi tilts his head, eyeing him closely, trying to figure out how far he can prod. “So you’re not...?” he trails off.

Ah, fuck it.

“No, I am bi”, he states roughly, louder than he intended. The two KorTac operators in front of them turn around. “What does that mean?” Zero asks.

“He goes for both ladies and gents”, Klaus explains.

Zero nods thoughtfully. “I see. No mercy for anyone, makes sense.”

König looks at Horangi and they exchange eye contact.

His friend bursts out laughing, making more heads turn in their group.

“What?” Zero asks and Klaus just shakes his head, patting his shoulder. König can’t stop himself from smiling either, Zero’s answer was just perfect.

The anxiety in his chest slowly starts to disappear. Yeah, fuck it.

It isn’t his first coming out and he has good friends in KorTac. Worst case scenario, he’ll use the knife skills he has perfected over the last few months with Atom’s training to silence someone. His smile drops.

Atom.

Will he get a disciplinary meeting for beating up the marine?

König knows the sergeant has been warned several times about his behaviour. But Majka’s words from before... He knows that Y/N didn’t just beat the guy for no reason. Will they take that into account?

He doesn’t know and now the anxiety is back.

They reach the barracks and the women split with a “See you later, losers!” from them. König contemplates whether he should follow the others or go to Majka’s office to intercept Atom.

To be honest, he doesn’t really want to do the latter. He hasn’t talked to the sergeant in days and although he had a lot of time, he still hasn’t found the words he could say to him.

He knows they should address whatever that kiss meant but...

He just doesn’t know. Whether Y/N is serious or just toying with him. If he is, König doesn’t know if he would be able to deal with that truth. He feels someone’s eyes on him and he turns to his side, where Horangi is watching him.

“Are you going to talk with Atom about what just happened?” he asks, keeping his voice low this time. But he doesn’t have to worry because the others are walking off, disappearing around the corner.

König bites his lips. “I don’t know... Should I?”

Horangi looks at him baffled. “Why not?” he asks almost incredulously.

“We don’t usually talk”, he mutters fidgeting with the seam of his mask. His friend’s eyebrows almost disappear in his hairline. “So you do what...? Just fight all the time without a peep?”

He clicks his tongue. “No, I mean we just don’t... talk about anything serious. We don’t even do small talk. I have no clue what he’s doing in his off time, where he goes, what he likes to do. He just doesn’t seem like the guy for it.”

Horangi hums, understanding what he’s getting at. “You think it’ll be awkward?”

He nods. Yeah, that’s exactly it. He just can’t picture the conversation in his head.

‘Hey, so why did you kiss me out of the blue? Were you attracted to me all this time or was that just a stupid joke to throw me off my game? Because if so I’m probably going to go dig a hole outside at the obstacle course and kill myself in it. And why did you beat that guy up? Is it because he caught your joke and you’re a raging homophobe or because you wanted to protect your or my reputation?’ Ja, eher nicht.

He doesn’t know how Atom would react. Yes, he did get to know the sergeant better in the last few months, he got to know some of his personality and his quirks. But they’re mostly related to fighting.

König can discern when Y/N is in a good or a bad mood in their training fights.

If he’s in high spirits, the significant grin on his face is almost up to his ears and there’s a glint in his e/c eyes, his eyebrows raised. He trash talks more than usual and almost playfully strikes at him, a skip in his movements and sometimes it’s almost like he’s dancing.

The killing intent in his attacks is there but it’s more like he’s a cat playing with a mouse before biting it dead.

Unlike when he’s in a bad mood. Then there’s no amusement in his eyes, even though he keeps grinning. But the smirk combined with the furrowed line of his eyebrows is unsettling.

Y/N’s posture is usually an indication that he’s pissed. If he is, there’s a certain way he holds himself, the center of his balance low, shoulders tight.

His attacks are ruthless and precise and it always leaves König wondering if this is the time when he finally gets stabbed or cut. Those fights prove to him that there’s some truth behind Atom’s nut job reputation.

More than a few times he has witnessed the other’s temper when Y/N abruptly decides to end their fighting with a quick feint.

“It’s getting fucking boring.” And the next thing he knows a fist is smashing into the mat or wall right next to his head.

But usually, Atom feels better after sparring for a while, as seen by his walking away while whistling, even if he was pissed at the beginning of the fight. As he said, the sergeant seems to release his pent-up stress when they exchange blows.

So yeah... König can read Atom’s mood to a certain extent but there’s not much he knows about his personality besides that. In general, he doesn’t really know the man.

He’s aware of Atom’s exceptional combat skills, whether with a knife or a rifle and on ops he can count on him to carry on even through hell but more than that...

Not in a billion years did he think that he could potentially be attracted to him or other men in general. Okay, he was even questioning women, based on the lack of a reaction when they visited a strip club once on Hutch’s birthday.

But that’s beside the point. He just... König got to know Y/N’s fists throughout the last few months but other than that the man, his thoughts and feelings, they’re all an enigma.

Horangi stares at the pondering Austrian who looks hesitant and he could practically feel the anxiety radiate off of him.

But the Korean knows. He knows something König hasn’t realized yet and basically every one of the others knows as well, after all, they met Atom way earlier than he did.

“I think you should go have a heart-to-heart talk with Atom.”

The tall giant stares down at him.

“Yeah?”

He rolls his eyes and slaps his shoulders.

“I’m telling you there’s this raging sexual tension since you two met and I and the others are so fucking tired of dealing with it so yeah, please go talk about it, for fuck’s sake.”

König pulls a face not believing a word he just said but Horangi can’t see it.

“Okay, okay, I’ll go. Wish me luck.”

He begins to walk and he looks back at his friend. The other operator just shows him the middle finger. “Go get your boy!”

“Fick dich!” he replies over his shoulder waving him off.

“Mi-chin saeggi!”

The curses of his friend in his ears, König breathes in deeply and makes his way slowly to Majka’s office. He waits in front of the door for a while unsure whether Atom is still in there with his team leader.

Two minutes pass. Then five. Then ten.

He’s about to finally get a grip and knock when the door swings open and he stands tall, hoping to see Ato- and it’s Ridgeback.

“Jesus! König what the hell are you doing standing so close in front of the door?!” she yells surprised and he apologizes immediately, backing up from the doorframe. “Sorry! I wanted to uh- is Atom still in there?”

She looks him up and down, and an understanding expression grows on her face.

“No, Majka dismissed him already. He should be in the infirmary, he’s supposed to apologize to Mr. fuckface.”

König tilts his head, not quite sure if she’s meaning what he thinks she means. “The marine he beat up”, she clarifies.

“Ah, yeah. That makes sense...” he says a bit flustered. She’s about to leave when she halts and looks up at him, her eyes soft now.

“König, what that guy did? Taking pictures and spreading them around, making hateful comments? I’m not saying that Atom’s reaction was right but I can understand him. If someone did this to my wife... Majka and I are in agreement. And the higher-ups are too. We have a zero-tolerance policy for shit like that and if it happens again, come to us. We’ll handle it. Gladly.”

She smiles dangerously at the end and he nods slowly, a bit taken aback that she just casually dropped her marriage status.

“I’ll see you later, König.”

“Thank you, Ridgeback”, he says after her and she waves as she walks off.

5 minutes later he finally comes across Atom. Not in the infirmary though.

He wanted to take a quick trip to the toilet before the slightly nerve-wracking conversation when he walks into the bathroom and spots the sergeant with his back to him.

He freezes when he sees him and for a few seconds they’re quiet, the only sound is the closing door behind him.

He takes a deep breath and finally speaks:

“Atom...? Can we talk? About the uh- the photo and... that fight just now?”

Y/N is standing at the sink, cleaning up the blood on his knuckles with a towel. He turns to glance at the Austrian. "König", he acknowledges his presence before continuing to swipe at the back of his hands.

His demeanor is unlike his usual self. His posture is slightly hunched over, not standing tall as usual. The usual confidence - Conor calls it arrogance - was nowhere to be seen.

König looks at him, suddenly unsure if it really was a good idea to follow Horangi’s words.

At this moment, he’s not sure whether Atom’s agitated because he can’t see his face. But the tension in his body is telling him yes.

“That fight wasn’t just about the photo, right?”, he asks slowly, watching the sergeant with eagle eyes.

Y/N halts, stopping his mindless wiping of the blood. "Oh? Do I sense some brain cells from you König?", he jokes half-heartedly still standing with his back towards him.

König bites his lip, not liking the tone of the other’s words.

He’s already anxious as is and he feels like the Atom he’s facing right now is unknown territory. He almost feels like they’re back to zero like after their first fight when König believed he was a fucking psychopath. The operator standing at the sink feels like a stranger.

He hides his hands in his pockets, clenching and unclenching them into fists in an attempt to relax.

He waits for the h/c haired man to talk but Y/N doesn’t.

He takes a deep breath and asks quietly: “Why did you kiss me?”

The Austrian looks at the other man, he sees his back muscles tense and Atom puts down both hands on the edge of the sink, looking down. König waits with bated breath for an answer. Instead, he gets a question back.

“Did it disgust you?”

Y/N almost spats the words, they’re dripping with hostility and subconsciously, König clutches the hilt of his switch knife.

“No”, he says carefully but it seems like the sergeant misunderstands his tone and he growls: “Don’t lie to me!”

“I’m not lying!” he responds earnestly. Atom looks him in the eyes, then he stares at his hips, realizing something.

“You brought your knife?”, he asks in a low tone, his voice on edge.

König can feel the atmosphere in the room shift immediately and based on the furrow of Y/N’s eyebrows it’s not good.

“I always have it with me”, he explains, “just in case.” You taught me that he thinks. “Just in case, huh... Take it out.”

He looks at him baffled.

“No, why-” Y/N takes a step in his direction, his hand on the sheathe of his Atom Splitter at his leg. “Take it out, König.”

Fuck, he thinks. This isn’t how he expected the conversation to go. Fuck Horangi, man, fuck him.

He does as he’s told, activating the blade and Atom unsheathes his knife, twirling it in that familiar fashion while his significant grin forms on his lips. A shiver runs down König’s spine.

“Can we not do this right now?”, he pleads, holding the knife at his side, clearly not wanting to fight the sergeant. But Atom doesn’t care. He never seemed to care before either. He just attacks. Relentlessly.

By the first blow, König realizes that the other man is deadly serious about it this time. His mask gets cut, and the blade barely misses his cheek. The knot in his stomach coils.

If he’s not careful, he’s going to die. He can see the bloodlust in the e/c eyes.

König pushes Y/N’s blade away with his own. He put a lot of force behind it but the sergeant is unfazed, he attacks from a new angle, stabbing at König’s torso.

He blocks the knife but Atom gets a hit in, punching his jaw.

The bathroom is filled with pained grunts and the sound of punches but all König can hear is his messy heartbeat as adrenaline is pumped through his veins.

What ticked him off? I didn’t want this. That thought spirals in his head. I don’t want this.

Atom kicks his knee, making him falter.

Next thing he knows, he’s kneeling and Y/N’s knife is pressed against his throat. Even through the fabric of his mask, he can feel the coldness on his skin. They both pant. König looks up at the sergeant, his face is blank, the smirk gone.

Atom grabs his hair through the fabric at the back of his head, pulling it back harshly. He gasps alarmed, dropping his knife, and he searches the e/c eyes. They stare down at him, pupils blown wide.

“Y/N”, he whispers. The man begins to smile ominously. “You make my blood boil, König.”

His face changes when he hears those words.

The nervousness of having that knife to his throat when Atom’s eyes look dead like this is still fluttering in his chest. But there’s also something else. A knot forms in his lower stomach and his eyes land on the white band-aid on the sergeant’s throat.

Y/N continues: “Only you get me this excited... Makes me wanna fight all day long. What am I supposed to do?” He tilts his head.

König gulps and watches with eagle eyes how the h/c haired man uses his blade to lift the seam of his mask and flip it over his head, exposing his scarred face. A burst of anxiety and self-consciousness rushes through his veins as those e/c eyes study his appearance. A glint appears in them.

“Do you like our fights?” Atom asks, his voice slightly hoarse as he presses the blade to König’s cheek, tracing one of the pale scars with it.

The tone of his voice is light but he can feel the significance of that question, he sees the expectant look in Y/N’s eyes.

He nods. “Yeah”, he mutters slowly, staring up at him, “I do.”

Atom’s brows lift and his smile widens, showing the white of his teeth and his gums. “Really?”, he prods. He nods again.

He can see Y/N debate something, emotions flit across his face that he hasn’t ever seen before on him and the knot of anxiety in his chest unfurls, making space for something else. Hope, anticipation.

“Atom...” he begins and Y/N takes this as his cue to kiss König without hesitation. It takes him by surprise again but this time he’s prepared to breathe through his nose and he actually responds to the kiss.

Atom’s grip on his hair is tight and he holds his head in place as he practically devours König. The intensity makes him gasp and Y/N uses it to push his tongue into his mouth, exploring every inch mercilessly without allowing any pushback.

The sergeant kisses like he fights. Aggressively and intensely. He loves it. If he were touched carefully at this very moment, he would probably dislike it. After all, the ferocity is what he always enjoys about their fights.

König allows his eyes to close, leaning into the sensation, slowly getting lost, when he feels a sharp pain and tastes iron in his mouth. Atom fucking bit his tongue!

He grunts in protest but the other man doesn’t care at all. They part, their breaths mingling and Y/N groans: “You taste so fucking good, König.”

He looks up at him, seeing the intense desire burning in the e/c eyes and certainty washes over him.

He pushes himself off the ground, forcing the sergeant to let go of his hair. He towers over him and for a second they just stare at each other before König moves, his hands pushing Y/N back until he collides with the bathroom wall.

He dips his head and their lips connect again, the taste of iron intermingling. He can hear the clatter of Atom’s knife on the ground before two hands touch him, igniting a fire wherever they roam his skin.

Y/N tugs and prods at his clothes, pulling his shirt out of his pants to stick his hands underneath, and in the next second König can feel fingernails dig into his back. He growls and the sergeant smiles into their kiss. “’re always so aggressive-” König complains breathlessly.

Atom snorts. “Don’t act like you don’t like it.” His lips trail down his neck, biting and sucking and König presses his thigh between Y/N’s legs in response, getting a low groan out of the other man.

It sends a spark through his body and his mouth twitches as Atom grinds against his thigh. “Y/N-” he warns but he gets interrupted when the flush of a toilet can be heard.

Atom stops moving, his hand halting mid-air, only inches away from König’s belt buckle. “It’s the women’s bathroom”, he says, trying to calm the Austrian down before touching his belt. But it sobers König up a bit and he leans back, stopping his hands.

“We should probably stop here. It would be a bit awkward if someone walks in.”

Y/N clicks his tongue in annoyance. “Let them watch.”

He smirks and they look at each other. König’s hair is absolutely dishevelled, his face red from their make-out session. Atom doesn’t look any better, his eyes still hold the glimmering desire.

He breathes out slowly and begins to smile.

“We should continue elsewhere.” He licks his lips, the bloody taste still in his mouth but unlike before this day he likes it.

Atom follows his tongue’s movement with eagle eyes. “Yeah, we definitely should.” He pauses for a second, disappointment evident on his face.

“I can’t right now though.” He sounds grumpy.

König tilts his head, confused, staring down at him. “Why?”

“I have to clean the bathrooms as punishment.”

He blinks and follows Y/N’s eyes toward the mop in the corner.

“Will you help me?” The sergeant bats his eyelashes like the women who try to flirt with König at the local bars. He laughs, walking backward, putting his hands up.

“I just remembered I have something to do.”

E/c eyes darken. “Come on! Be good and help your boyfriend!”

His heart leaps. “Oh, so we’re boyfriends now? I don’t remember saying yes to this agreement.”

Y/N glowers at him, picking up his knife from the ground.

“It was a joke!” he protests but the man strides up to him, pointing the blade at his throat. At this point, it’s getting old.

“Say it.”

He snorts. Atom stares up at him, his dead expression suddenly looking less intimidating and more so somewhat adorable. He tilts his head, provocatively.

“What?”

“You know what.”

König grins and grabs Y/N’s hand holding the knife.

“I’ll let you be my boyfriend.”

Atom only raises an eyebrow and he guides the sergeant’s hand and knife away from his throat before dipping down again and stealing a kiss from his lips. A soft one this time. One that makes König’s heart swell and flutter from happiness.

Y/N closes his eyes, enjoying the moment and they stay closed even after they part. König coughs, smirking.

“Anyways, I can’t help you with the cleaning sorry.”

Atom opens his eyes wide and a breathy indignant laugh escapes him as he watches the Austrian turn around and leave the bathroom whistling, mirroring the many times Y/N did it to him. Payback’s a bitch, he thinks.

“You forgot your knife! König! Come back!” Atom shouts his tone almost pleading but König is already out the door and he laughs and yells over his shoulder:

“You can bring it to me tonight, mein Schatz!”

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Translations (freely mostly)

Ja, eher nicht - German: “Yes, better not”

Fick dich - German: “Fuck you”

mi-chin saeggi 미친새끼 - Korean: “Crazy son of a bitch”

mein Schatz - German: “my dear, my love” lit. “my treasure”

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anxious-witch · 2 months

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This post specifically goes for my mutuals/followers who have been struggling lately. I see you and I don't always have something encouraging to reply, but if you have been feeling down recently, I hope this will help.

TW for mental health talk, mentions of suicide (this is an encouraging post, but please don't read further if anything of the sort might trigger you. Keeping your mental health intact is more important ❤️)

It's so very easy to get in the spiral of "I am not doing enough, all these people that I love would be better off without me". And convincing yourself those same people would forget you and move on quickly.

It's not true. I understand the sentiment, I really, really do. I used to fully believe that myself. But that's a lie. Mental illness reshapes the way we think and perceive things. And our brain and wired to remember bad things more than good ones. But when you'd write down everything that happened every day, I'd honestly be surprised if all of it was bad. Of course there are bad days, but even then, depression tend to focus on things you did wrong instead of those you did right.

But I am here to talk about the fact that I'd miss you if you were gone, too. Which seems ridiculous. "Rio, you follow 1000 blogs, you wouldn't notice". *loud incorrect buzzer* wrong! I would notice. As long as we ever interacted, as long as you liked and/or reblogged my posts, I'd notice.

When someone gets busy and I don't see them in my notes for over a week, I hope they are okay and just doing something more fun irl. I am not always great at remembering usernames, but as soon as they like one of my posts again I'm like yes!! They are back! I am glad you are okay!

"But I don't even contribute to the fandom!" No? Do you think creating content is the only way to contribute? Even just lurking and liking stuff counts. And I know some of you send really lovely anon messages that have made my day more than once. It DOES matter. Notes help other people as encouragement to keep posting. That absolutely counts.

"We barely post about the same fandom anymore" ah! But I still see you! I have a mutual that I have been following since 2016-2017, I believe. I have no idea what the hell he posts about these days. I can't rven accurately tell you why I originally followed him in the first place, it was either LOTR or Twilight, but fuck if I remember, because neither of hs posts about it!

And I still care. Because his journey ended up helping me. Seeing people's posts about their little achievements always makes my day. And even if you don't feel like you achieved anything in awhile, that doesn't mean you won't in the future. My point is, you are loved more than you know.

And this is only about online stuff. People notice when you walk down the street. Maybe someone likes your hair, or some detail of your outfit. Maybe someone saw you feed a stray and thought how nice you are. Maybe someone takes the same public transport as you every day and takes comfort in the fact you share the same path, if only for a few minutes.

This tumblr post perfectly described it, actually:

So please, if not for your own sake, for the sake of all the people who love you silently, keep going. It will get better. You might be just a bit further away from getting better. But you won't know unless you keep going.

So let's find out together, shall we?

#rio rambles #mental health #tw suicide mention #I think I might be getting way to ahead of myself #but I have seen posts and heard second hand about a lot of ppl struggling rn #so if this makes even one person feel a bit better it's worth posting

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thrashkink-coven · 7 months

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Third Eye Opening Techniques

Hi all,

This post is to document methods that I personally use to astral project and do magic of the sort. These things might not work for you. If you think that the information in this post is incorrect, I would love to discuss your methods. But please keep in mind that I am not a professional and I am just sharing the methods that have worked well for me. I just want to have something to link to every time someone asks me this lol.

Preparation

Ensure that you are somewhere comfortable. A familiar place that you can be still in for a long time. Ensure that your body is in a position that it can maintain for a long time.

If you have access to a bath, or you can be outside and lay with your body flat to the earth, it would may benefit you to utilize that space. If you have access to sand or a place where your body can be submerged with dirt, that would also be good.

THC and mushrooms can make this process easier. Use at your own discretion. I use other tools like sigils, scrying mirrors, bells, incense, crystals etc. in conjunction with these methods. Do what works for you. And of course, always use protection.

Safety

You body is your safety. At all points throughout this ritual, you should be able to return to your body. Maintain awareness of your body.

You can listen to music in some headphones. This will help you better recognize your inner environment. As you do, try to mentally step back from your exterior environment and reside in your head for a little bit. Close your eyes if you have to. Your mind is a space. Occupy it completely.

Hear the music and feel it bounce around your brain between your ears, within your skull.

While you’re in this place with the music, and looking into the darkness in your eyelids, feel yourself mentally step back. Focus on being close to yourself. Behind the tip of your nose, behind your cheeks, behind your eyes, until you’re sitting in a place right in the middle. This is your point 0. If you had no body at all, this is all that would remain of you.

If you work with deities this is a good place to invoke them from.

(Side note: If you’re trying to have better energy awareness and are trying to see energy on people and objects or just do energy work then do this without closing your eyes. The energy will often become easier to see with practice, this doesn’t require the full ascent. In this case you’re accessing your 1st consciousness that can observe energy and frequencies)

Find your centre of energy. It exists in your body somewhere. It may be in your head, it may be in your stomach, it may be in your chest. Wherever it is, focus on it and feel it. (My energy is in my stomach, so I lock your fingers together and rest my hands to my solar plexus.) What color is it? Does it burn hot or cold? Is it electric or combustive? Is it calm or energetic?

You are going to breathe, and as you do you are going to count up from one. With each full breath, pull your energy outwards from its centre, and feel it envelope your whole body. Imagine you’re fanning a fire, swelling larger and hotter with each deep breath.

It should completely absorb you. As it expands across your body, make note of the energy in each section of your body. Be hyper aware of every single part of your body. Your heart beat, the blood coursing through your veins. The vibration of your muscles, the acid in your stomach. The wax in your ears. **This is your body.** Solid and material. Flesh and bone. You are putting your body on energetic lockdown so it is not abandoned and vulnerable while you’re busy in the other plane. **Remember that this is your body.** If you end up going on a great journey in your astral plane, you don’t want to forget who you are.

Take it a step further, and allow your energy to fill the entire space or room that you are occupying. If you’re in the bath let your energy leak into the water. If you’re outside, feel your energy blend into the earth. As aware of you are of your body, be aware of your surroundings in 360 degrees. This is your space. Remember where it is.

How many breaths did it take you to get to this point? Remember that number. It usually takes me 7.

Methods

Now’s the hard part. I have two main methods.

1. ⁠⁠A point in space, (no particular destination. Practice) In a similar way to how you stepped back in the darkness of your eyelids and found your point 0, you are now going to move forward into the darkness. As you move into the darkness of your mind, literally continue to search outwards to a single point in the very centre of your (non)vision. Continue to travel forwards. As you do, You won’t notice it, but the music that you were listening to will begin to fade, and you will no longer really hear it. You are going to get to a point of almost being asleep, but not quite. You are in your body, but you are no longer here. You may start to feel like you’re floating, or sinking. You will lose your sense of direction and may even begin to feel like you are upside down.

Do not succumb to the jitters that come with this part. You may automatically get a primal fight or flight response, in a similar way to how you feel when you’re falling. Your brain may even react by jolting you out of it. This is the reflex that will make you fail 9/10. It gives you a very similar tingle as the you get when you think about the nothingness of death. Not being here anymore. You may start to feel movement, like waves or a rocking back-and-forth. You may see lights or see the darkness in your mind start to warp or shift around. This is the assent. Maintain and ride it. Let it carry you. Continue moving forward through it.

Where are you?

Start with your feet. Feel the ground around you. Where did you end up? Is it grass? Tile? Dirt? Is it cold or warm? Are you wearing shoes or are you barefoot?

Open your eyes, but of course you won’t really open your eyes, because you’re paralyzed. But you will see something.

You may see nature, you may be inside a building, that entirely depends on your astral journey. I often end up in the desert. You may see someone. You will have taken your body with you, and you will experience this world with as much vividness as the real world. You can smell the air, you can feel the wind. You can taste, and see. You can feel pain, so be careful. Explore this world.

If you have already astral projected or done something of the sorts before, then you may already have certain destinations in mind. While at your point 0, you may not be compelled to step forward into the darkness. Rather, you can focus on a specific demand that will lead you into the next plane. I like to repeat “I find myself on the other side”. As you repeat this demand, you will feel yourself fall into it. Remember yourself on the other side. Remember that you exist in all places, you just need to wake up there. As you open your eyes, you will begin to see that place in absolute vividness.

You are now in a parallel position to your familiar world. Your body and your familiar world is in front of you, the astral projected world is behind you (these directions are subjective, it may be your left and right or something of the sort). You are in the centre, aware of both, but putting your efforts into the astral world. You have two bodies, your host body, and your astral body. They are connected through your point 0.

How many deep breaths did it take you to completely envelop your body in your energy?

When you wish to return to your body, and break the trance, you will feel yourself return to your point 0. You will count backwards from this number, and feel yourself regain total connection with this world. Remember who you are, your name, your age, where you were born. Now take that many deep breaths again. Ensure that you have a secure grip on this world, no floatyness or strange motions. This is important. Not properly securing yourself can lead to astral bleeding.

You should have been aware of your body this entire time while it was dormant. Start from your toes again and move them slowly and proceed upwards. Feel the way the movement affects the world. Feel the air that blankets your body. Remember the weight of gravity. You are here.

This is probably pretty basic stuff to most people. Do you use a method similar to this? If you tried this out for the first time I’d love to hear your stories about your experience!

Thanks for reading. Blessings. 🖤🖤

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chaotic-good-hippie · 1 year

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a glimpse of us

Pairing: Jonathan Levy x AFABreader (she/her)

Summary: Trying to deal with her husband’s affair, our protagonist takes a glimpse at their story, wondering if he ever loved her or if he just liked the idea of being loved.

Word count: 3,911

Warnings: Angst, cheating, mentions of sex, no use of y/n, non-descriptive reader (but it’s kind of implied reader isn’t Jewish). Also, I'm not Jewish, so if anything related to their tradition is incorrect, please correct me.

Other chapters: Chapter 1 · Chapter 2

Note: I completely forgot to mentioned it earlier, but OMG, one of my fav authors in this site reblogged last chapter and I just wanna say how great that made me feel; I almost cried. Heads up to @foxilayde, please go and read her work; she’s awesome.

Chapter 3: Numbness & Anger

Upon waking up the following day, she feels as if the previous night the world had ended in havoc, only to restart as if nothing had happened with the robotic sound of her alarm. There's a moment of confusion in which her hands roam lazily over the sheets for his warmth, stopping over his pillow as her brain gets rid of its morning fogginess. She keeps her eyes closed, clinging for dear life to the memory of him sleeping beside her: unruly curls, fluttering lashes, agape lips, slow breathing.

"Five more minutes." He always whispers groggily, his arms enveloping her closer to his chest when she attempts to get up from bed. Except for today, if his mouth pronounces those words out of habit, it won't be her who answers but Mira. It just then she wonders, after two years of replaying the scene each morning, if this little perk of his is something he preserved from his previous marriage and she's just a substitute to its rightful recipient by default. If so, what did she use to say? Was she as weak in the heart to him as her? Did she leave his side and run away? Was she the monster Jonathan had always led her to believe?

A gust of wind sweeps away the sweet memory of the lie she lived in and makes her realise she left the windows open last night. She sits on the bed, staring at the dark, chilly street outside, feeling that this pain, the one eating at her heart, will be forevermore. She wants to go back to sleep, pretend as if everything was just a bad dream and wait to wake up with him beside her, in his spot, where he belongs.

Five minutes, she gets up and goes to the bathroom to take a shower. He usually stays in bed for another twenty minutes as she does her make-up and hair in the bathroom, occasionally snorting loud enough for her to hear him through the door. Then he gets up, wakes Ava for school, and enters the bathroom to shower as she goes downstairs to prepare breakfast. By seven, the house, their little corner of the world, is alive: she can hear Jonathan walking upstairs, closing and opening drawers; Ava's dancing to music in her room as she gets ready; and herself moving around the kitchen and arranging the table.

Today, the place is dead quiet as she drinks her coffee at the kitchen counter. She looks at the living room, expecting to see him or Ava arranging their stuff, but there's only air. The furniture, ornaments and photos hanging from the walls, she picked them all on her own, just like she did the house, with him and his commodity in mind. He couldn't bother to come to the showing; he was too busy packing stuff in his old house and finalising the details of the divorce arrangement. He didn't say that when she made the appointment, though, instead standing her up with a single text five minutes before the realtor showed up. Still, she didn't express her anger and never complained about it, taking it upon herself to make the moving easier for him. She decorated the entire house, even his studio, and changed everything he or Ava found inconvenient when they moved in without protest, even when she asked him a million times to look at the plans beforehand. She wonders what he'll take: the couches, the coffee table, the carpet; it doesn't matter. Just like the years she's given him, it's all meaningless shit they're dividing up.

She always arrives ten minutes before her shift starts, an advantage of leaving near the hospital, but today she's a half hour early when she parks in the garage in front of the ER. She sits in her car for long minutes, gathering all her feelings and thoughts and concealing them far into the depths of her mind, there where they can't hurt her or her patients. Holding the steering wheel with more force than necessary, she rests her forehead on it and breathes in deeply. She winces when her wedding band, sitting around her finger since yesterday morning, buries in her skin painfully, drawing attention to her hands.

"Magical hands", Ava called them when she was five.

Surgeon hands, healer hands, fixer hands. Because in the end, that's what her job reduces to: healing, fixing. She spends entire days and nights healing and fixing torn skin, sprained ligaments, busted organs, broken men… Ever the foolish, she's always been told she doesn't know when to stop or declare something (or someone) a lost cause. It only makes sense, doesn't it? That's what brought him to her, and somehow ended up being their doom.

Her phone rang in the middle of the night, awakening her from the deep slumber she'd fallen into when she reached her bedroom a couple hours before. It wasn't uncommon for a cell phone or a beeper to go off in some room around the house at the craziest hours of the night, so she didn't think much of it as she groped the nightstand in search of the device. She sighed heavily as she rubbed her eyes before answering, doing her best to shake the sleepiness from her body in anticipation of what she expected to be a late ride to the hospital.

"Hello?" She sounded hoarse and tired, just like the rest of her, but the feeling quickly dropped to the back of her mind when a panicked and rushed voice answered her from the other side of the line.

"Hey, hi." A man said her name in a nervous greeting. "I'm sorry for calling this late, but I didn't know what else to do."

"Mr. Levy?"

"Yeah. Again, forgive me for the hour, but my daughter, Ava, she…." He was panting, gulping every few words like he was struggling to keep himself from crying. "She's burning in fever, she's coughing so hard she even threw up… And… and I… I don't know what to do. I've tried everything, but she just keeps getting worse. Please, I'm terrified. Could you please come over here and check on her, please?"

She was already putting on her sneakers, quickly glancing at the clock beside her: 3 am. If this was any other person, she'd probably told them to take their kid to the ER and leave her to sleep the four sacred hours a day she got, but Jonathan Levy had a way of lurking his way into people's sensibilities she'd never seen before.

"I'll be there in a minute, Mr. Levy."

"Oh, thank you so much." He sounded so relieved, almost on the verge of tears. "Thank you."

It took her exactly three minutes to put on a sweater, take the emergency kit, step into the cold, snowy night and spring up the street to the Levy's house. Jonathan was waiting for her at his door, frowning and breathing heavily, an embarrassed look with a mixture of pain on his face.

"You're an angel; you have no idea how grateful I am."

"It's not a problem." She smiled softly at him as he scratched his beard, her voice slow and comforting.

"She's upstairs, over here." He guided her to the second floor, stopping in front of a pink room. She could hear someone coughing from the inside, followed by gasps for air. She entered the room with Jonathan following her close behind to the bed where a small child lay holding a stripped plush firmly to her chest.

"Hi, Ava." She introduced herself to the girl as she kneeled beside her. "I'm just going to check everything's alright, okay?"

The kid nodded, looking back at her dad for comfort and prompting him to sit on the floor on the opposite side where she was kneeling to hold her hand.

"How old is she?" She asked as she took out the extra stethoscope from the emergency kit they kept at home.

"Five."

"Vaccinated?"

"Yes."

"When did she start coughing?" He began to ramble, explaining how she had been perfectly fine all afternoon, how he didn't notice anything strange, that she started feeling bad at around seven, that he thought she was dying or something. "Don't torture yourself, Mr. Levy. She's going to be fine; kids are very resistant."

She asked a couple more questions as she checked her pulse and oxygen, noticing her nails were slightly blue, as well as her lips. She moved slowly as to not startle either father or daughter and explained step by step what she was doing to try to calm down the poor man, who occasionally murmured what seemed to be prayers under his breath. Even for a parent, she thought, his reaction was quite odd; he came off as guilty, even.

"Mr. Levy…"

"Call me Jonathan."

"Jonathan," For some reason, the name rolled off her tongue with more familiarity than it should, "everything's going to be alright; it's nothing serious. According to her symptoms and what you've told me, it's probably just bacterial pneumonia. I need to keep an eye on her for the next hours, but for now, let's try to get her fever down, okay?"

"So there's no need to take her to the ER?" He seemed relieved as he kissed his daughter's temple.

"Not for now. Let's see if her fever goes down first. Do you have a bathtub?"

"Yes. Do I fill it with cold water?"

"No, it's too sudden of a temperature change; it needs to be lukewarm. I can fill it as you undress her if you want. Tie her hair as well; it's better if it doesn't get wet."

"I want mommy." The girl suddenly said in a weak whisper, a tear sliding down her cheek.

"Is your wife working late, Jonathan?" She had no idea what Mrs. Levy worked on, but as someone who constantly found herself working at those ungodly hours, she didn't find it strange for another person to be out of home at such an hour. "Do you think she could come home? Her presence could help Ava a lot."

"Mira… My wi–" Both the name and the word he had said so many times before for the past decade tasted odd on his tongue. "Ava's mother's not… Not in the country."

It suddenly clicked why she hadn't seen her around for the past month or so. It wasn't as if they were friends, they were just neighbours who occasionally greeted them on their way to work, but it had been a while since she'd bumped into her at the supermarket or the local coffee shop.

"Don't worry, she has you; everything will be fine."

She stayed the remaining of the night by Ava's side against her better judgment, even after her fever went down a little. At some point, she didn't even know how, they ended up talking in whispers on the floor beside her bed, where, perhaps because he had no one else to tell, he confessed his wife had left him. She heard him, a broken man, retell the night it all ended, the morning she left, the questions she never answered, the things he regretted… Why? She'll never know. So, of course, when Winona called her at seven asking her where she was, she couldn't help but promise she'll come back in the night to check on the kid and him. She did, she came back that night, and the next, and the next, and suddenly she found herself in his house whenever Ava was with Mira till late hours, just talking. She had the feeling he didn't get to do that much often, let himself be vulnerable since he had to take care of his daughter and be strong for the both of them. She didn't mind hearing him; it was, in fact, the highlight of her day, which is the reason why, when he asked her if she knew any good therapist, she nervously gave him the number of a colleague with the fear she'd run out of excuses to see him.

Nonetheless, he called a few days later, asking if she wanted to hang out next Friday night when she returned from work and drink this new wine he'd bought recently. Weekends night, whenever she didn't have a night shift, became reserved for him, and it suddenly happened that she became interested in how she looked, smelled, and even talked and walked. One day, the silly crush became love, and she didn't even notice until she caught herself daydreaming about him, his eyes, his smile, his laugh, as she charted. Like a schoolgirl, she'd write his name on the corner of her books, giggle every time his name popped up on the screen of her phone, and smile whenever any of her friends mentioned him. But that's the thing about clandestine meetings and longing stares, they're born from just one single glance, but they die a million little times.

It's like she's on autopilot, walking up and down the hospital with a bunch of interns walking close behind and following her every order. Dislocated bone, busted organ, burnt skin, broken heart; her so-called magical hands can fix and heal all of these, but the last. So instead, she numbs it and tries to keep her mind off it by mending everyone else's ailments and hurts. The problem with this, though, is that doctors need to feel, to be human, as much of a contradiction as it sounds, to avoid mistakes and achieve perfection. In medicine, there are protocols and detailed instructions to repair what's broken, but sometimes, just as in day-to-day life, things go wrong, and one must act out of instinct. Throughout the day, she walks, talks and acts in a blurred haze, physically there but mentally drifting until a beeping sound brings her back to reality.

"She's crashing."

The resident in front of her tells her as she stares at her hands in confusion, blinking a few times to focus her sight. There are a bunch of people moving around her, moving stuff, cleaning, shouting: a resuscitation room.

"What are you doing?" She hears a familiar voice in front of her, and when she looks up, she finds Thiago looking at her in alarm as he holds a pair of large clamps to the cut. "What are you waiting for!?"

She looks down, where someone's daughter or mother, perhaps both, lies unconscious on a pool of blood. She's hands deep into her thorax, a cascade of scarlet liquid falling from the open wound at her side to the floor, staining her scrubs.

"What?" She doesn't know what she's supposed to be doing or what procedure her hands were working on without her even knowing. She examines the cut and the position of her hands in search of a clue as the beeping sounds of the machines warn her she doesn't have much time.

"Hold this tight. Don't move." Thiago tells a resident before quickly getting by her side to move her out of the way. "Take your hands out carefully."

Breath in. She pulls her hands from the patient's chest, holding back the tears. Breath out. Thiago shoves her aside and continues the procedure as he orders around. Breath in. One of her interns asks her if she's alright and if she should get help for her. Breath Out. She stutters something before leaving the room, looking at her gloved, bloodied hands, horrified. In the scrubbing area, she shakily rips the latex gloves from her skin, reddening it with the friction, throwing them into the trash along with her surgical scrub and mask. She washes her hands as she bites her lips so hard she draws blood, then sprints to the elevators in a confused daze.

Healer, fixer, surgeon

It had taken her 25 years to become a surgeon: 12 in grade school, 4 in college, 4 in med school, 4 in residency and 1 in trauma fellowship. A fourth of her life spent nose-buried in books; sleepless nights memorising names and definitions; countless hours cutting and stitching; and she loved every second of it, even the bad moments because this is what she was born to do, what her hands were meant for. She doesn't lose her temper; she can't. There are lives that depend on it. She'd always pride herself on it, holding reason when everything else is in chaos, but even that, he's taken from her now. Her head is spiralling, making her gulp to avoid throwing up as she presses a random bottom: What is she supposed to do? Go back home and tolerate it? Pretend she doesn't know and keep letting him believe he's a good player in his little games. Remove the dagger and leave their lives in ruins? Therapy? Could she ever trust him again? Because in the end, he'll keep seeing her; as the mother of his child, she'll keep being a constant in his life forever. What if he doesn't even want to stay? If this was his plan all along, if he's just been waiting for her to get the memo? What is she supposed to do, then? Help him pack his stuff and Ava's?

Fixer, healer, mother

Ava, her sweet little girl, ever so happy and bubbly, she illuminated any room she walked into. Whatever she did would inevitably affect her, and no matter how much Jonathan insisted that his and Mira's divorce didn't trouble her, she knew better. Ava had called her hands magical when she was five. Because she cured her, she eased her pain; she'd gone above and beyond to protect and save her from the fall of heartache. She wasn't her daughter; she'd never dared to call her as such out loud, fearing she might be overstepping her role and making Mira uncomfortable. Still, it was clear as day she saw the girl as her kid because in everything but in name, she was her mother.

"Is daddy coming back?" She asked her once as she drove her to school some weeks after they moved in together while Jonathan was in Europe.

"What do you mean, sweetie?"

"Is he coming back, or will I only see him on the weekends like mommy?"

"No, baby, he's coming back next week, remember? To the new house, darling, he's just working."

"And how long will you stay?" The question didn't make sense.

"We live together now, honey."

"I know, but how long are you staying?"

"Ava, baby, I'm not sure what you're trying to ask me."

"Adults are always leaving, like Poli. When are you living?"

"Oh, Ava." She parked the car a block from the school, unsure what to say as she turned to look at her. "Baby, I'm not leaving. Ever. I love you and your dad so much I'd never even think about it; I'm staying forever. Didn't Poli and your mom talk with you before he left?"

"They said they didn't love each other anymore and that adults sometimes stopped getting along."

"Yeah, that sometimes happens, but don't worry" She bopped her nose lovingly. "That won't happen again, I promise."

"Is that what happened to my parents?" The questions caught her off guard. Hadn't Jonathan talked with her about the separation?

"I think you should ask your dad or Mira about that, sweetheart."

Later, when she asked him about it, he admitted neither he nor Mira had ever brought up the subject with Ava, and even though she nagged him about doing it for days after he came back, she's not sure he ever did. It wouldn't surprise her; that's just how he is: constantly avoiding talking about important matters that make him uncomfortable, pretending everything's going well. She's never judged him for it, part of her nature was avoiding confrontation; as a doctor, she'd even been trained on it. However, all that repressed anger and frustration is now boiling up to the surface, and med school certainly never taught her how to save herself from it.

Wife, fixer, healer

She loves him, she loves him more than anything or anyone else in the world. From the day she met him, her heart had got captured by those brown eyes of his, begging to be loved. She had helped him, carried him through his pain without expecting anything in return. It was him the one who took the first step, and more than once, she asked him if this was indeed what he wanted, if he was ready to give her his all just like she was. When he popped the question, both her family and her friends asked a million times if she thought it was the right decision. It's not as if she didn't see the red flags; she did. She just chose to ignore them and blindly trust he could get to love her as much as she did someday. She had healed him, helped him fix the parts of himself he loaded and showered him in love in such a way he never felt unappreciated. It was her, not Mira, who gave him enough confidence to rebel against the deepest of his fears and insecurities and become the man he's now. She's given him so much, everything she has to offer, all while he sees her as a simple footnote in the story of his life.

"FUCK” She screams after slamming the employees' bathroom door behind her. "Fuck you, Jonathan! Fuck you!"

She clenches her shaking fists close to her chest as she slides down the wall to the floor, where she aggressively hits the ground.

"I'll take the morning train." She can picture him mocking her with Mira, laughing on his way to work, and patting himself on the back before entering their house because his wife is such an idiotic fool. She wants to put all the blame on her, believe she broke him to the very edge of survival, and that's why he had to become this to keep on living. But the truth is Jonathan is an adult, a 46-year-old man who is perfectly capable of making his own choices, aware of their consequences. Yeah, Mira is a terrible person, but right now, she couldn't care less about her; it's Jonathan, her husband, to whom her whole hatred is directed to. Jonathan, because he's, once again, putting Ava in the middle of his shit. Jonathan, because it's so characteristic of him doing and saying the most wrecking stuff in the worst moments. Jonathan, because he's made her a joke to his family and friends. Jonathan, because even now, she still loves him wholeheartedly.

"Sweetie…" Someone calls her a few feet away, and when she looks up, she finds Jenny worriedly looking at her; she hadn't seen her when she entered the bathroom. "Is everything alright? Did you have a fight with Jonathan?"

"Jenny…" She cannot recognise the teary whisper that comes out of her mouth when just a second before, her voice was so full of rage. "I… I'm pregnant." She doesn't know why she says that, but suddenly, the realisation hits her: it's not only Ava, it's also the child she's carrying in her womb who's gotten caught in the crossfire.

"What?"

"Fuck." She whimpers, hugging her legs to her chest, tears cascading down her face. Jenny, confused, sits beside her and allows her to lean on her shoulder until she's good enough to speak.

#jonathan levy #scenes from a marriage #jonathan levy x y/n #jonathan levy x reader #jonathan levy x you #angst #oscar isaac #reader insert

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bbygirl-aemond · 1 year

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what do you think of the theory that aemond is the biological father of helaena's children?

eep i don't want to alienate anyone who ships helaemond bc i'm not the type to hate on specific ships, but i think this theory relies on completely incorrect assumptions about aemond's character. aemond would have been far too young to father jaehaera and jaehaerys, and for him to father maelor would go against all of his demonstrated principles towards family, duty, and morality. let's get into more detail! csa cw going forward because all of these characters have sex for the first time when they are way too young for it to be okay, even in-universe.

okay so jaehaera and jaehaerys are six years old around the time of viserys's death. at this point in the books, aemond is nineteen; in the show, he's meant to be even younger, around eighteen. remember that a pregnancy lasts for nine months, and people don't usually conceive on the first try. so aemond would have had to conceive the twins when he was barely thirteen at most, and possibly as young as eleven or twelve. that's just so monumentally messed up. like he might not have even been capable of having children, that's how incredibly young we're talking.

additionally, aemond isn't shown to have the healthiest or most open relationship with sex. in the show, he mentions that aegon took him to a brothel when he was around thirteen (interesting that this would've occurred around when aegon had to conceive with helaena and as i've discussed here was probably going through a lot of shit internally). aemond seems upset to remember this, and doesn't speak of it fondly. so i don't think he would have exactly been jumping at the chance to have sex with helaena right around when he was molested. and again, even if he did, it would be assault because of how young and undeveloped his baby brain was.

lastly, and this applies for maelor too since i know y'all will point out that aemond was older by the time he was born, aemond would never interfere with aegon and helaena's marriage. i think a ton of people have really misconstrued his words to aegon about helaena when they were both children. let's look specifically at what he says in episode seven:

aegon: we have nothing in common. aemond: she's our sister. aegon: you marry her, then. aemond: i would do my duty, if mother had only betrothed us.

i know that little "only" in the last line made a lot of people think he has the hots for helaena. but i think it's important to put it in context of his relationship with aegon and what's come before that line. this isn't aemond professing love for helaena; it's aemond trying to comfort aegon, who is reluctant to do his "duty." as a side note, i've talked here about aegon's relationship with helaena and why he didn't want to marry her in greater detail. he's trying to make aegon feel better (compare this to how later, even eyeless, he tries to make alicent feel better), but is also trying to tell aegon that it's important they as family stick together and do their duties as is demanded of them. i think aemond saying "only" here is less "god i want to sleep with my sister so bad" and more "i wish i could take this burden from you, since i know you dread it."

i've talked about this before here, but aegon and aemond show that they're quite aware of the irony of their birth orders. aemond thrives under the attention and constraints that aegon hates, and aegon thrives under the freedom and obscurity that aemond resents. each is better suited to the other's duties. but very importantly, aemond never tries to change this. he never does so politically, and it wouldn't make sense for him to do personally.

in fire and blood, aegon is indisposed for the better part of a year. while he's down for the count, aemond effectively rules in his stead. but he refuses to call himself a king, and instead styles himself "prince regent." for all that he and aegon talk about aemond being better suited to the crown, when it comes down to it, even with no one there to make him do so, aemond refuses to infringe upon his brother's titles.

if aemond refused to so much as undermine aegon's title in a situation where no one (including aegon) would have blamed him to do so, why on earth would he suddenly abandon his principles and undermine his marriage with helaena (even if aegon and helaena were both willing)? so far as we've seen in the show, aemond has strong values of things like "decency" and "propriety;" he's very much parroted back everything his mother's taught him. and he would never trespass upon his brother's marriage, just as he never trespassed on his brother's title, regardless of his personal feelings.

oh also: i know people use blood and cheese to justify that the kids must have been aemond's. but this ignores that daemon was very much mad at aegon, too: aegon threw a whole party to celebrate lucerys's death. besides, what is up with this idea that the twins need to be aemond's to make blood and cheese awful? it's already literally as awful as possible, on purpose.

tldr: for aemond to be the father of any of helaena's children, you have to completely ignore his character from both the show and the book as it pertains to duty, family, and principle. for him to be the father of jaehaera and jaehaerys in particular, you are hoping that a thirteen year old boy was raped by his sister right around the time he was already being raped by a sex worker.

for my helaemond shippers, i love you and you did nothing wrong. if you want to believe they came to love each other once they were older, then by all means go ahead. i personally believe that a relationship can be meaningful while being platonic, but you do you. just please stop trying to tell me aemond is the kids' father, poor thing has been through enough trauma and is already misunderstood enough

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familyabolisher · 11 months

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why did you like auft? i read it and i feel like i didn't really get it but in the way where i think someone explaining why they liked it could open up new avenues in my brain, and your analyses are always really well thought out so i thought i'd ask

tbh the longer i’ve sat with auft the less compelled i am; i definitely had fun reading it, which i think does count for something, but having thought about it i don’t know that it was incredibly … substantial. i’m not sure that it had all that much to say for itself? like, sure, you can take it as a commentary on how fandom communities can be v intense, invasive, interpersonally violent online spaces, but it plays that hand straight away and just kind of rides on its momentum for the whole narrative without really developing. & it falls for the classic murder mystery gambit of kind of just allowing police, prisons, courts, to exist as signifiers of Justice (even when incorrect) without interrogation. i had fun with the epilogue but the twists could have been twistier! it’s a pretty cool concept but i think it needs like a second round in the oven or whatever. like, i’m not sold. it was enjoyable, but i don’t know that i got all that much from it besides like a couple of hours of scratching a boredom itch.

#ask

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hello again! i have nightwolf on the brain again, so could i ask for him with a toddler regressor who asks to play with his spirit animals? (no im not asking this just for Kiba... or maybe.. she's my favorite out of all of his animals but still >.<) 🔮

Hi!!! I like Nightwolf's animals (I love animals in general)!!! I got the bear's and eagle's names from a quick online search. And I only know that Kiba's a girl, I don't know about the other two but I made them girls too. (Tell me if I'm incorrect!!)

Although, I did kinda throw the whole 'spirit' concept away, ish? Like, they can eat animal snacks, but Nightwolf still has to summon them, you know?

Also I'm so sorry but I realized these are so much more focused on the animals than Nightwolf himself!!! :(

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Nightwolf w/ Toddler Regressor That Plays With His Spirit Animals Hcs

🐺 Nightwolf’s spirit animals are important to him, Komo (bear), Hana (eagle), and Kiba (wolf)

🐺 But you are also very important to him

🐺 He actually really likes you spending time with his animals!! Both when your big and when your little

🐺 But does have to summon his spirit animals so you have to ask to play with them :(

🐺 Although he’s rarely ever said no!! Maybe once or twice, but he probably had good reasons, like it was bath time, or he didn’t want Kiba splashing in mud . . . again

🐺 However, his animals adore you!!

🐺 They get playtime, and head scratchies, and they can go onto the bed-

🐺 You might get a small scolding for letting Komo onto the bed though, she’s too big for it!!

🐺 Komo and Hana like playing with you, but Kiba’s the main one that tries to steal your attention

🐺 Hana has to be specific where she lands and how gently she eats from your hand, especially when your tiny

🐺 And Komo’s very big!! Great fo snuggles, although she does have to watch her claws :(

🐺 Kiba though? Perfect size!! :D

🐺 She can play ball, do tricks, sit on your lap, be used as a pillow

🐺 Nightwolf finds it funny when you try to bribe any of them for cuddle time, leaving a small trail of their favorite snacks to the couch so you can steal them for yourself

🐺 He might tell you that you can’t overfeed them though, they’re still his kombat animals :\

🐺 That doesn’t stop you though, and the animals get pretty huffy when Nightwolf tries to call you out

🐺 A very fun activity was jumping outside in the rain with Kiba

🐺 You got your little rainboots on, and a coat, and jumped into some muddy puddles!! :D

🐺 . . . Although even spirit animals can get dirty, and now Nightwolf has to clean you both off 😮‍💨

🐺 Komo really likes snuggle time

🐺 She’s very big and furry, a great cuddle partner

🐺 Plus she gets to sit on the couch and watch funny cartoons >:3

🐺 Sometimes she’ll lay on top of you, and do an animal like laugh when you whine that she’s too heavy >:(

🐺 ^ Don’t worry, Nightwolf saves you . . . Until it happens again

🐺 Hana will pip (eagle chirp?) with you, sitting on your lap most times because she doesn’t want her claws to grip you wrong

🐺 Nightwolf will usually have her on his arm so you can pet her, it’s safer that way

🐺 More about Kiba because we love Kiba in this house (and she was specifically requested <3)-

🐺 She’ll bring you things!! Sticks she wants youtube throw, your stuffie when you look upset, a pair of shoes when you're looking outside

🐺 Now, the shoes are rarely ever matching, but the thought is what counts <3

🐺 She takes you on walks, you don’t take her on walks (Nightwolf takes you both on walks, but whatever)

🐺 She’ll whine when you tug on her fur by accident, but Nightwolf will teach you that you can’t pull her fur, soft pats, love

🐺 She doesn’t mind being used as a pillow or a stuffie while your watching your show, she’ll probably take a nap or stare at the colorful screen

🐺 She��ll sit at your tea party too, put a tiara on her and pour her tea, she can’t drink it, but if you keep feeding her little snacks she’ll stay

🐺 Nightwolf totally doesn’t get jealous by how much you wanna cuddle her instead of him, why would he?

🐺 . . . . But he is your Dada, not Kiba, you should remember that every once in a while and come cuddle him instead 🙄 <3

🐺 No but seriously, he does love seeing you hang out and interact with his little friends

🐺 He will join your cuddle sessions though, you can’t get rid of him that easily, darling

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Did you know in Mortal Kombat Defenders of the Realm, Kiba is an actual wolf? And her and Nightwolf combine to give him his Shamon powers? :D (Her relationship with Styker is ridiculous and I love it)

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spacefinch · 5 months

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Incorrect MSB quotes, part I have lost count

Carlos: One time I was late to soccer practice and the coach made me run laps. My dad was the coach. And he drove me to practice.

Carlos: Why was Robin even the leader of the Teen Titans? What were his powers? Short and mad?

Ralphie: That's all you need.

Wanda: Piss off a short person and you'll see.

Wanda: Yeeted!

Carlos: Yote!

Wanda: YEETED!

Carlos: YOTE!

Dorothy Ann: I believe the correct word is "defenestrated."

Keesha: I just want to know who threw my cooking utensils out the airlock.

Carlos: Eating chips with chopsticks is unironically galaxy brain. Your fingers don’t get greasy and it lasts for longer.

Tim: Fork

Carlos: Oh, yeah, I’m going to stab my crunchy foods and make them fall apart like an absolute absentminded dunce, fool, clown, juster, like a monstrous moron, an idiot of Shakespearean proportions, a cretin.

Phoebe: Um, you seem to forget that ‘chips’ can also mean fries. And that’s probably what he was talking about, haha

Carlos: I did not forget anything. I purposely ignore the idea of using British vocabulary to do my part in helping it die out.

Wanda: How long does someone have to be dead before it's considered archaeology instead of grave robbing?

Dr. Skeledon: As an archaeologist, I find this a veRY AWKWARD QUESTION

Wanda: Answer the question grave robber

Carlos: My friend really changed once she became a vegetarian. It's like I've never seen herbivore.

Ralphie: I sighed so loud my mom asked me if I was okay and she's two rooms away

Janet: shut up @ people who still say "science side of tumblr"

Carlos: science side of tumblr why is this person so salty

Dorothy Ann: osmosis

Ralphie: What are you guys gonna be for Halloween?

Phoebe: Sad

Tim: Gay

Wanda: Sexy

Carlos: Goblin

Arnold: "Once you've hit rock bottom the only place to go is up!" You underestimate me. I've brought my pickaxe and I'm ready to dig.

Carlos: Let me get this straight Let me run something bi you

Dorothy Ann: Let's pan this out

Phoebe: Let's ace-ess the situation

Tim: I'm gay

Phoebe: Misogyny check: Let your phone complete the sentence: Women are...

Ralphie: Women are ready to eat pizza when they eat pizza when you eat pizza when they eat pizza when you hungry hungry lol lol pizza pizza ready pizza for pizza pizza ready for pizza pizza for pizza ready for pizza pizza ready for coffee tomorrow morning and eat pizza pizza ready

Phoebe: My talent is identifying birds

Carlos: Okay, what's this one?

Phoebe: Yep, it's definitely a bird.

Dorothy Ann: Wow, humanity has been through some fascinating times! I wonder if I'll ever live through major historical events!

Dorothy Ann: NO NO NO NO NO I WANT TO GET OFF THIS RIDE

Carlos: it was supposed to be space travel. it was supposed to be spece travel. it was supposed to be space travel. it was supposed to be space travel. it was supposed to be space tr

Phoebe: how to pick up CHICKS!!

Phoebe: cup your hands around them protectively

Phoebe: lift them from the ground

Phoebe: gently kiss their fuzzy heads

Phoebe: say "peep peep" calmingly so as not to be pecked

Phoebe: peep peep

Keesha: Found a paper I wrote in 5th grade that I got an 'f' on. My prompt was "Imagine you are sitting on a cloud, what would you do or see?" I wrote, "I would see the ground as I fell because I would fall through it because in sceince you told us that clouds were just water mists."

Carlos: Gentle reminder not to eat too much candy before bed.

Wanda: No

Carlos: This was a gentle reminder, yet your words of defiance bring me ungodly amounts of rage.

Wanda: word*

Carlos: I want nothing mmore than to uppercut you directly to heaven's front door.

Phoebe: I just found out that my gecko's tail works on my phone's touch screen, so I'm gonna let her make a text post and let autocorrect interpret the words.

Phoebe's gecko: Funks go e y y man kill zucchini angst

Mikey: The gecko has spoken

Wanda: Your skin looks great!

Mikey: Thank you! I made it myself!

Ralphie: Momentarily forgot Minecraft skins were a thing. Was very concerned.

Carlos: Can't get authentic Italian cuisine like this anymore

Carlos: *posts picture of gummy worms in a bowl*

Ralphie: I don't even know where to start with this post.

Carlos: One time my little brother Mikey programmed a thing called "coke.exe" and all it did was bring up a little pop-up that asked you if you were thirsty for cola and if you clicked "yes" it opened your CD tray and said "here is a cup holder"

#magic school bus #incorrect quotes #incorrect msb #phoebe terese #carlos ramon #keesha franklin #ralphie tennelli #dorothy ann #mikey ramon #arnold perlstein #janet perlstein #wanda li #tim

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spiderh0rse · 18 days

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freeman's mind notes part 9, e41-45

e41

all lasers all the time

sees a warning sign and promptly tries to obstruct the laser

wants to reflect this very dangerous laser through a disco ball

he'd love to let the laser gradually burn a hole out of the building

gravity hates him so bad

he'd want a big room with a trampoline

insulted by some guy and promptly abandons him

MIND. PLEASE STOP BEING ABLEIST

thinks the sirens would be a good alarm clock sound

actually shows concern for a guy who's been shot

SO relieved to be outside

it looks like an anemometer but it is Not

HATES being beeped at by the turrets

thinks there may be a meteorology department

the science team makes their own explosives

has read The Art Of War

considers being exploded not a terrible way to go

"whoo hoo hoo!"

ALMOST feels like he doesn't need more stimulants today

he doesn't think his suit can stop mortar shells

e42

mentions a rocket launcher....

damned dam

ICTHYOSAUR ALERT

[gibbering]

"BOMBS BAD BAD BOMBS BAD BOMBS BAD"

just plain ol rambling in fear out here

just in love with saying "damn" and "damned" every chance he gets here. He is on a dam

still struggling to stay afloat

"underwater 'ah-hah!'" GSIIENDKD

flooding the canyon would make him feel better

air is for losers

"wahhhhh gahhhhhh"

checks a corpse for money or snacks. will Not give the man fare for Charon

growls :grins:

slur count six. It's not the r slur but hey. Variety.

needs a surface to air missile

curse of formatting :/

e43

jiving with the idea that some unnamed force wants him dead

he thinks that he was MEANT to die in the test chamber but since he didn't (due to being "hardcore") reality is slowly unravelling. I just played a Friendsim route where this was a plot point.

he concludes that this makes him the most important person in the universe

gordon freeman has become Based (thinks there is too much money funneled into the military)

says an incorrect plural of "cactus" and corrects himself

this is subtitled as [screaming] but it's more of a "mnnnyeaheaheah" noise

he does NOT look like a helicopter

he likes math. No tolerance for bullshit. Math works or it doesn't. Clear defined rules that stay clear and defined. Some of these comments are mine and not his. I like math.

he doesn't smoke!

does clarify he doesn't smoke tobacco. peyote, yes. Mulls over other methods of taking it being better though

straining noises

YAAAAH AAAAAH WAAAAH

doesn't seem to recognize the tentacle. He definitely has brain damage between the head trauma and repeated electrocutions.

the desert tricked him. The desert.... THE DESERT....

yells all silly at some headcrabs

implies he yelled all silly at some scientists to claim his lab space for work. Didn't need a shotgun for that

the first situation in two days in which a grappling hook would Not solve all his problems

sand in his suit :(

e44

new intro. First surface portion of the game.

he feels like he's escaping from prison

seems pro-union

notices that going outside just makes stuff worse for him every time

wonders, perhaps sarcastically, f the planes are gassing him

turret beeping is a DEATH SENTENCE for it

echo! :D

he's got the best comeback of all. A spas-12.

he doesn't mind people talkin trash about him if they get shot after

doesn't much like heights

would love to slide down that big ol pipe

no breakdancing on the cliff

"dahdahdahdahdah..." Followed by a growl

[whimpering]

he can't read his mind

he hates the tin foil hat people. Not because of the conspiracy (owls) but because of their means of defence

bad bridge... Wants a grappling hook so bad but admits it may not work here

[breathing heavily]

the CLIFF is following him- no. Nevermind.

didn't realize Black Mesa was built into the mesa proper

no longer trusts catwalks

afraid of spiders

he could SLIP on these SHELLS

"is that..? Oh my god, it's a rocket launcher." You can HEAR the awe in his voice

he just sounds as calm as he ever sounds all series

interloper!

so happy to have used a rocket launcher :)

"whhuuuh"

a universe that entirely wants him dead wouldn't give him a rocket launcher so some part of the universe wants him alive

knows a fair deal of greek mythology

screams at a near miss with a cliff edge

he just wants a helmet :(

put the water park on the cliff edge

e45

we know this one.

he can't see where he is on the gps trackers

his water park! It's here! No wish needed!

HATES the military theme to the park

modern major general :D

this was where I would put Gordon's Hal. IF HE HAD ONE (don't worry about that if you don't know Hal, for my tumblr fellows)

complains about mmg being dated but that is actually the point of the original song. The idea was to just talk to fast no one would question that it was all common knowledge

that said it's impressive that he's memorized it and can sing it while he's running and shooting people

the new lyrics too are solid. Some syllables are. Questionable for the tune, but overall quite fine

"Ah."

I think some fans got mad at him for calling the tank an Abrams when it wasn't. Whatever!

buttons!

"nyyeehhhhh,,"

valley girl mind

he wants this tank so much

astounded that bullets managed to EXPLODE a tank

his knees are wobbly again. Methinks he's recovering from the adrenaline of the past five, very hectic minutes

if he were a general facing someone like Freeman and soldiers didn't work he'd just use nerve gas on the guy

#freeman's mind #gordon freemind #mindverse #rmanotes

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khalixascorner · 2 years

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So not sure I'll do anything with it but saw an incorrect quotes where Peter was like, tell the bad guys to stop praying for my downfall because they've got it. And I know the author probably meant it as funny but my brain could help but poke at it.

Like what if after Thanos, Tony survives but Peter still faces trial after trial without really ever recovering. But May and everyone just keep pushing him to be Spider-Man because people are counting on him especially with Cap out of commission and Tony missing an arm.

Sam and Bucky are off doing their thing with the military, and Wanda is who knows where so he's left to shoulder the burden, practically alone, as the face of modern superheroes and the leader of the next generation of Avengers. And Tony's his lifeline, supporting him and handling as much of the media crap he could, because Peter's still in HS and you can't really get an away program because you have a secret identity.

But eventually it's too much and Peter just ....collapses. He folds like a house of cards after an interview gone wrong where they go after him for what happened with Mysterio maybe or something else. He's 18 (only because they made him repeat an entire year of HS because of the snap), and doesn't even know if Tony's going to be able to fix the whole MIT thing, and everything is his fault.

Tony finds him curled in a ball crying, and after talking him down from the ledge, realizes the kid needs a break, like a real break. He and Pep are separated and doing the whole co-parenting thing anyway, so it's easy to carry Peter to a jet (and when had he gotten so light), and fly away to a remote location with only an AI and the bots.

May fights it at first but after the first time Peter lashes out and breaks things/ hurts himself, May steps back, because Tony's clearly prepared for a super human meltdown and their little apartment in Queens is most definitely not.

Tony tries to keep any codependency from developing but frankly he's old and lonely and Peter's desperate for someone that doesn't need or want anything from him. Maybe even just for release, someone to tell him what to do and make the choices so he doesn't have to.

And when they finally come home, Peter is smiling again, back at a healthy weight, but he moves in with Tony and stays there. Friday keeps him on a strict schedule, and he goes to Columbia or does MIT virtually but it's Tony he reports to and Tony who absolves him of guilt when being Spider-Man goes wrong. When the guilt eats him up, it's Tony who puts him on his knees and says I decide if it was bad or not, and helps Peter find solid ground again.

Peter confesses his fear to Tony, a few years into their relationship. That the man will die and Peter will follow shortly after because he can't do this without Tony anymore. So Tony digs through his old files, and starts with Cho and extremis, anything to extend his current life. And then he makes a back up. A fully developed AI version of him that could interface with the suits. Just in case plan A fails.

@monster-cock69 this seems up your alley, want a project 🤣

#starker #tony stark #peter parker #khalixa writes #Dom/sub dynamics #mental health issues Peter #unhealthy dependency to fix it #to write or not to write

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hannahdra-ws · 2 years

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prombt: morty notices rick gestures with his hands a lot. gets focused on that instead of whatever rick's talking about.

hey!!! this was actually very fun to write even if it's short ty for sending in a prompt 💕💕

word count 379

no warnings!!! just light hearted fun

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Rick was going on about something stupid-- something about how honeydew was the worst fruit.

Morty was not listening though.

He was staring at Rick's hands; he never realized how much Rick flailed while talking. Making rapid hand gestures to accompany what he was saying, almost hitting his hand on the desk while flailing it around.

Morty supposed it made sense; from what he knew, Rick's brain was so loud all the time. If moving his hands while talking helped alleviate it or made it easier for him to get it out, that makes sense to him.

It also helps that Morty also does that, so it helps him feel less alone.

"M--Morty? Are you fucking listening?"

Rick's voice cut through his thoughts and he blinked, looking up to make eye contact with his grandfather. Rick looked annoyed, but not truly upset, which made some tension fall out of Morty's shoulders.

"S--S--Sorry, Rick, I was uh-- I was watching your hand gestures. I never realized-- hah-- I never realized how much you move your hands when you talk."

Rick's monobrow perked up on one side and he scoffed.

"Y--Yeah, well, if you're so obsessed with hand gestures, take a look at this." And then Rick flipped him the bird.

Morty rolled his eyes but felt laughter bubble up in his chest. He loved time like this; no danger or yelling or pain, just hanging out with his grandfather.

"I--In fact, why don't you si--sign up to be a hand model? You've got dainty little fuckin 14 year old hands, could m--make you real happy since you're so focused on hand gestures--"

"Oh my god, I get it, shut up!" Morty very lightly punched his grandfather in the arm to get him to stop talking, and Rick shot out a little "hey!" and ruffled his hair so it fell down in front of his eyes.

"L--Little shit, focusing on my hands instead of what I'm talking about." Rick grumbled from beside him, but there was no real heat to it, not like there would have been a long time ago.

"Sorry I don't c--care much about your incorrect opinion about Honeydew."

"You little shit--"

And Rick started off on his tangent again.

Morty smiled and tuned his granddad out again. The rough, gravely tone of his voice was comforting background noise.

Yeah. This is good.

#rick and morty #ty for asking!!!#the honeydew thing is a bojack reference #rick sanchez #morty smith #writing prompts

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stelladess · 5 months

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Since I had not seen anyone do a breakdown comparing Schwarz and Typhon I decided to do some math because I personally think that Typhon shares more the same roll (on skill 3) as Schwarz does as opposed to Rosa who is more crowd control then pure damage, obviously on skill 2 Typhon is more of a laneholder so Im not comparing that, im not including Pozy for the sake of my brain, might do a comparison later but from other people´s analysis I already know Pozy has higher damager then Schwarz except against very high defense enemies (with things like attack down and enemy defense buffs making Schwarz more and more valuable) The math coming here might not be fully accurate (decimals are a thing), but the point here is more to illustrate a rough estimate mostly for my own benefit and I do not think most people need to know exact numbers down to the last digit for general play or even most high difficulty play. This all assumes fully upgraded on both, max trust, M3, etc. and Schwarz module Y because it has higher damage then module X (which gives her some fast redeploy and support utility for snipers instead) Also as a reminder the physical damage formula basically means that enemy defense is a flat minus to the outgoing attack damage value, there are some good videos out there explaining the way you count damage in this game (the channel Yii has a two parter on it), this is not the most rigorous and double checked math session, I am merely doing some quick math for the sake of helping inform people (and for my own sake) about how good Typhon is at what she does. Also because I think its fun.

Schwarz atk 940+120=1060 1113 while attacking enemies in front (all of them on skill) (has 105% atk while attacking in a line in front) +1908 on skill 2968 atk on skill Does 170% damage on every hit while on skill (talent triggers 100% of the time on skill) 5046 damage per hit with a 25% def shred 2 second attack interval on skill DPS is 5046/2=2523 against a 0 defense enemy

Typhon atk 1045+110=1155 1155+90=1245 Ignores up to 60% defense atk upped to 2117 during first hit on skill on a target 5 hits for 175% damage each arrow rain 2178 damage per hit on the arrows except first hit which is 3704 on hit If all 5 hit that is either 10890 or 12416 against 0 defense enemy (each hit would get lowered by defense individually as they are separate hits) 2,4 second attack interval, 3,1 interval increase on skill for 5,5 interval DPS is 10890/5=5445 against 0 defense enemy after the first burst EDIT: This was incorrect here, its not divided by 5 it should be 10890/5,5=1980dps This actually impacts the end result as it means Typhon has LOWER DPS then Schwarz instead of higher, I still think that Typhon is overall the stronger unit for the reasons I put in later but it means Schwarz is even more still totally viable So done right, Typhon is better? While I do think she is overall better due to ease of use, ammo skill and can better deal with higher defense (60% ignore vs 25% shred) and more of her skills being worth mastering... There are certainly still advantages to Schwarz For one, each of Typhon´s individual hits get their damage lowered by defense, so the bigger ignore could be argued as mainly to make up for that (would need to more calculations to know who wins out against really high defense enemies as such). Also more importantly since her 5 hits will hit random enemies in the range large groups of enemies can absolutely wreck her damage, this is easily fixed by gamebreaker units like Texas the gangstar or Mlynar in most situations though, but it is worth keeping in mind. She also needs to hit multiple times before she gets her maximum ignore while Schwarz has it guaranteed on each hit. Furthermore Schwarz can ignore physical dodge and she gets her skill back faster (she has like 50% uptime on her skill potentially), wether that or the ammo skill is a more useful benefit will of course vary depending on the situation. I do think the dodge ignore will prove quite valuable in certain situations but it may be something people will often ignore because most enemies do not have any dodge. EDIT: Forgot to mention it but Schwarz doing def shred instead of ignore CAN in certain situations be a big benefit as other units benefit from it and not JUST herself

#arknights #typhon arknights #schwarz arknights #mathknights #i promise dodge ignore is actually really good #its the main advantage of true damage #typhon would be balanced if not for nukers

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musashi · 10 months

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You posted it this morning, but I just wanted to pop on and say that AI article was absolutely incorrect. Like, AI sucks, but so many people are talking about it in ways that totally tear down real people that they just don't think about and it's awful. I think being a good writer has nothing to do with coming up with ideas yourself, a lot of the time that's literally what writing circles and teams are for, having different people with different strengths. So, yeah, I think you're writing is great! And that article sucked.

Also, I know you don't like general positivity, but I was thinking this wouldn't count? But I'm sorry if it does and I made you uncomfortable

im not uncomfortable, it helps a lot! nothing about this is generalized positivity. generalized positivity is just sending random things like "you're valid! you're loved!" and just. nonspecific, unprompted, platitudes. thats not what this is at all, it's specific and referential and kind and genuine.

i have aphantasia so thats already a really rough time when it comes to being descriptive, but beyond that i just cannot stimulate my brain to 'come up with' ideas. i need someone to talk to in order to help me. i utilize pre-written prompts/scenarios a LOT and am often asking for help from others. i didn't think those things made me a bad writer, nor did i think they were a problem until i saw that post.

it really sucks! some people cannot create in traditional ways and need to utilize other resources to hone their craft. i have never ever considered using AI for this, because the AI is fed with a ton of nonconsenting writers' words and that is very different from writers putting out prompts/dialogue/references of their own volition. but i really do think that other anti-ai people should be a little more delicate with how they unpack all that shit!!! like man... i can read that shit and it hurts my fucking feelings.

#wendy answers #three-seas

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