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hana-no-seiiki · 1 year

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Lmao hi i saw you wanted hsr requests-

(man, its so weird to request off anon im sorry 💀)

I still dunno which characters to choose so its up to you but how about yandere character and an Aeon of Love whos quick to fall in love and adore, but just as quick to throw away things that no longer interest them?

YOU CARVED OPEN MY HEART, CAN’T JUST LEAVE ME TO BLEED !

YANDERE AEONS / VARIOUS! HSR x READER

note: this fic is more of proof of concept rather than an actual fic, if you want a more specific scenario feel free to request one through my asks!

warnings: yandere themes, canon divergence.

status: unedited

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I met with the Snowbird once.

That was all it took for me to be captured within their spell.

To wish for the ability to fly with their holy being once spring came.

An impossible dream that was.

Yet still its honeyed promises of seeing the snowbird once again lured me into this path.

This path of love and despair.

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— Pope of the Philian Church.

DATA BANK

DATA LOG 01 - I

[Y/N]. The God of Philandering. Snowbird. The Great Majesty of Romance. Their Wintry Excellency. Avem In Perpetua Fuga.

Aeon of Philia.

Some might call them the Aeon of Love but does love really come with a massive fear of commitment and the ease of which they left their significant others? Many scholars that studied the Aeon think not.

Their fickle, almost apathetic nature however did little to dissuade people and other gods alike from falling in love.

You see, [Y/N] was an expert, quite literally the best, when it comes to persuasion and seduction. In contrast to IX whose presence creates madness, theirs made the normal human being almost fall to their knees in religious fervor. Only those blessed by other Aeons could ever hope to escape or endure such an overwhelming aura.

The other gods themselves weren’t completely immune to their charms. One cannot help but be curious as to how a singular being was able to attain the infatuation of such powerful existences . . .

. . . and who exactly that singular being is.

In any case, as one would expect from an Aeon of Romance, the [Y/N] faith is never short of passionate poetry.

Here’s one I found in the General of Xianzhou’s office of all places. Perhaps he might be a follower of theirs? It is quite laughable to think of the great Jing Yuan dabbling in literature when avoiding duties.

“Your love scorched my mind.

Tortured my soul.

Hollowed my body.

But in this pain,

Thoughts of your presence and light,

Dull the blade you sheathed within me.

I await your return,

and your claim over the heart you’ve carved out of me.”

DATA LOG 2 - ADORETH

Perhaps those scholars were being a bit too harsh. A god of love must have extremely high standards for their partner. Perhaps those partners were simply foolish, delusional to believe they’d be enough for them.

It is a popular theory that all Aeons used to live peacefully amongst one another until the Great Majesty of Romance threw the world into chaos. The youth nowadays have written several essays alluding to their idea that it was what jumpstarted paths such as the Destruction and Elation. No evidence of such happenings have come out so far.

In my opinion? If anything the Aeon of Elation, Aha would be the bringer of chaos not the other way around. I suspect that the bias and warnings taught to the masses against worshipping or even studying [Y/N], has led to this kind of popular belief.

DATA LOG ? ¿ ? - THEE

Why ?

Why is it that they won’t come back ?

I have devoted my entire life to clearing their name. I have spent countless nights agonising on the proper words to use when describing their Wintry Excellency.

Why then would they not praise me ? Why then would they not grace me with their presence once more ? Was it all a mirage ? A tantalising dream made to inflict pain on my soul?

. . . Perhaps it is because I have chosen the wrong path.

. . .

Yes.

Yes it’s all my fault.

I should have devoted my entire life to worship not just studies.

How moronic of me !

A god of love would never be so cruel. No.

They are simply waiting. Waiting for the day, I come to them.

That was where everyone else was wrong. And I . . . will be right.

©️ hana.no.seiiki - yun | 2023

#honkai star rail #yandere honkai star rail #aeons #aeons x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #yandere honkai star rail x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere aeons x reader #yandere hsr x reader #yandere x you #yandere jingyuan #yandere jingyuan x reader #jingyuan #jing yuan

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hubbydaddies · 1 year

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Okay! So I rewatched the episode 11 PV again and I have a theory.

Based on the order of the scenes and how the other PVs are ordered, it pretty much goes through each scene chronologically. In other words, the final moment in the PV with Rei and Kazuki will happen after he gets shot. So, here’s what I think happens.

Rei is ordered to kill Kazuki. He’s forced to bring Ogino with him, like in his last mission.

When they reach Kazuki’s location, Ogino takes the shot but ends up missing and/or does so on purpose to ask for Kazuki’s final words, but when he’s about to take the killing shot, Rei puts his gun against Ogino’s head, which is why he looks so shocked in this frame.

This explains why Kazuki is so nonchalant in this frame because Rei has his back. Just like always because he’s his partner.

Which leads to the final scene. Ogino is going to die this episode but that officially makes them traitors of the organization. Kazuki probably doesn’t understand what happened or that Rei was given special orders to kill him.

It’s only when Rei spells it out that his boss directly demands he die that Kazuki fully understands what just happened and that Rei risked everything and went against everything to protect him. It will also jumpstart their mission to end the organization because there’s no going back now. Rei chose Kazuki- his family- over his family legacy.

Which leads me to the significance of the episode title, “Everyone Will Be Hypocrites.” Rei goes against his training because he has changed. Rei was taught to be emotionless from birth. He was treated and raised to be a killing machine, a tool, not a person. But now, because of Kazuki and because of Miri, he has found love and learned to love; he’s now going to fight for it. Thus, making him the biggest hypocrite of them all.

#buddy daddies #kazurei #rei suwa #Kazuki’s last words are probably going to be “eat shit”#the fear of losing someone you love is more powerful than fear itself

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daphnefisherofficial · 8 months

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bugna: TAKIPSILIM | destiny's twilight

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Pairing: MCU Moon Knight System (Marc/Steven/Jake) x Avatar Fem!Reader

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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN - MOON MAGIC AND MYSTERIES OF THE NIGHT WE MET.

“Who in their right mind would name themselves ‘Jake Lockley’?” Marc sneered, prompting Jake’s astral form to abruptly rise, about to throw fists at the Chicago man a few meters away from him.

“If this hijo de puta doesn’t shut up–”

“Will you two shut it?!” Steven finally shouted, acting as the middle ground between his mental brothers before turning his attention to you who is now sporting a bewildered look. “Mira? Are you alright?”

“I’m okay, Steven, don’t worry. Just trying to wrap my head around all of this”, you finally spoke, nodding gratefully to Steven as you grasped Jake’s hand in his astral form to physically express your gratitude. “First thing’s first - it’s nice to finally meet you, Jake Lockley”

“The honor is mine, princesa”, Jake chuckled, placing a gentle kiss on your hand as Steven prevented the currently frustrated Marc to launch himself at his suave, Spanish-speaking New Yorker alter. “Hola a ti también, Steven, Marc.”

Hello to you too, Steven, Marc.

“Hello, Jake”, Steven greeted politely, waving an awkward hello. Marc, on the other hand, merely grimaces before flipping the bird, prompting Jake to chuckle at his host’s childishness.

“Looks like this is going to be more chaotic than I thought”, you shook your head as you couldn’t help but smile at the amusing interactions happening before you. This is proving to be a very strange day for you, no Sorcerer Supreme pun intended.

The room seemed to hum with energy as you circled around, absorbing the revelations that had just been thrust upon you. The three men in their respective corporeal forms simply observe as you work your moon magic, placing a protective spell to prevent any other spiritual forces from taking possession of their unconscious body.

“You’re some kind of witch, then?” Steven wondered aloud while witnessing your magical prowess before his eyes, while Marc and Jake were looking inquisitively at you as you took a seat at the foot of the bed. “Like Wanda Maximoff from the Avengers? Or was it Doctor Strange?”

“The politically correct term is a priestess, or babaylan in my mother tongue”, you started to explain. “I’m not a witch, but I did train to control my moon magic from Kamar Taj. It’s where Doctor Stephen Strange was taught with the mystic arts by the Ancient One. His mentor and I have been good friends for centuries”

“Centuries, bloody hell”, Steven exclaimed, not yet realizing the weight of your words. “And how old are you exactly?”

Jake snorted at Steven’s choice of words. “Pendejo, it’s rude to ask a woman her age–”

“He’s asking the right questions, so it’s fine”, you waved away, throwing a small smirk at Jake that he couldn’t help but return. “If you really wish to know the specifics, I was born in the early 900’s, so you do the math”

“You certainly haven’t aged a day”, Marc spoke mainly to himself. Upon hearing his thoughts aloud, you smiled serenely at his silent compliment.

“I’m amazed you can still flirt with me at this stage”, you chuckled before shifting your gaze between Marc and Steven, straightening your posture before jumpstarting to your most pressing query. “So, my turn to ask you the questions. I’m guessing you two are not really twins, are you? Triplets, maybe?”

“I like your sense of humor, hermosa–”

“Zip it, Jake, this is serious”, Marc interrupted, clearly exasperated at his third alter’s quip as the latter made a face, rolling his eyes in derision. His astral form then reached out, a spectral hand brushing against your shoulder. "Steven and I - and apparently Jake too - we’re all facets of the same person sharing the same body”

“We suffer from a mental health condition known as Dissociative Identity Disorder” Steven spoke next, prompting you to nod slowly as the astonishment slowly painted your facade. “Have you ever heard of it?”

“Only read about it in clinical studies and theory”, you spoke softly as you absorbed the factual truth they’ve laid out to you. A myriad of emotions coursed through you as you absorbed their words: surprise, empathy, understanding. The truth was like a jigsaw piece that finally fit into place, and though the revelation was jarring, it also felt right. You couldn't fault them for keeping it hidden, for their fears and concerns were as genuine as the bond you had formed with them.

It was a lot to take in, and your mind whirled with questions. "Were you ever planning to tell me?"

"We plan to tell you, love, but we just don’t know how”, Steven stepped forward, his presence less domineering than Marc's but equally sincere. “We were afraid of how you'd react, of what you'd think of us."

“I know it’s not an easy matter to tell anyone”, you whispered, nodding slowly as you understood their reluctance. “I’m sure you haven’t meant for me to find out this way, but I’m glad to hear that you weren’t intending to keep this a secret from me”

“Of course not, baby”, Marc shook his head, his voice measured and somber as his translucent hand took yours as a symbol of reassurance. “We should’ve told you ages ago. I’m sorry you had to find out this way”

“We all are”, Steven chimed in, while Jake nodded thoughtfully in silent agreement.

“It’s alright, you don’t need to apologize”, you interrupted, much to the trio’s collective surprise. They knew how complicated their situation is, but your verbal acceptance was everything to them. “I can understand, I mean, you’re not the only ones guilty of keeping secrets, am I right?”

“I’m sure you had your reasons too”, Marc, of course, was the first to understand your hesitance to let them know of your other life. “But I want you to know that I’m here for you, Mira - we all are. You can confide in us, whenever you’re ready to tell”

“Thank you, Marc”, you smiled appreciatively. Steven, on the other hand, offered you a giddy smile at the realization that you were no ordinary woman.

“Your secret’s safe with us”, Steven chuckled. “I mean, we really don’t have anybody else to share it with. But it’s just bloody cool to know you’re a magical person. And coming from an ancient time too, I… wait, hang on a moment–”

“What is it, Steven?” you asked, indulging the curiosity of the British man hovering before you.

“When we talked back then about your history”, Steven started, recounting your earlier conversation on the first day you met. “You’ve actually lived during the times when your country’s colonizers discovered and invaded your homeland?”

Your knowing smile and multiple slow nods prompted Steven’s eyes to almost pop out of their sockets, his mouth agape as he slowly connected the dots with your creative storytelling that night.

“Bloody hell-”

“I’m sorry to cut the storytelling time short, querida”, Jake’s voice was heard next, his tone apologetic but his expression meaning business. “But I have to tell you about what really happened last night. I’m assuming you would want to know that, sí?

"Yes, that’s right," you began, addressing the man who had saved you during the new moon, "Tell me what happened. Do you know who shot me last night?"

Jake Lockley leaned back against the room's battered wall, his rough-hewn features etched with a certain heaviness. "They were assassins, sent to eliminate you for good. They work for Set’s avatar, and it seems that they know you well, given their weapon of choice."

His revelation sent shivers down your spine, and you pressed further. "Knew me well, huh? I’m assuming the bullet was made of wolfsbane?"

“Yeah, that’s right”, Jake nodded, his voice low and gritty. "They took advantage of last night’s new moon, which weakened your innate ability as an avatar to a moon goddess to heal and be impervious to harm."

“That’s why you fronted. To save her”, Marc said, trying to piece his own memories together. “But how on earth did you survive that attack?”

“I’m curious to know that as well”, Steven added, his mind working to solve the imminent puzzle of Jake’s heroic act that night. “As far as I know, wolfsbane is also toxic to humans. We shouldn’t be able to survive that”

“About that”, Jake started, now avoiding everyone’s gaze as he kept his eyes directed on the wooden floor of their flat. “Mira’s healed wounds should answer that question”

“What do you mean by my healed wounds?” you echoed, pulling the sleeve of your white t-shirt once more to reveal the spot where you’ve been shot. Your heart quickened as you slowly pieced together the puzzle, arriving at the most feasible conclusion you could only think of. "It can’t be. You mean to tell me that you serve a moon god too?"

A sharp intake of breath echoed from Marc and Steven. They exchanged panicked glances, clearly rattled by your revelation.

“Es cierto, cariño”, Jake sighed, finally admitting his long kept secret. "I'm still serving Khonshu as his avatar, as the Moon Knight"

That’s right, honey.

Marc Spector and Steven Grant exchange incredulous glances, their collective disapproval resounding in the room. The room was immediately filled with tension, thick enough to cut with a knife as you watched the tumultuous battle unfold before you. Jake Lockley had just dropped a bomb of revelation that had left his two alters reeling, and a cacophony of outrage erupted from them both. Their voices overlapped, and their collective disapproval reverberated through the room like an ominous drumbeat.

"I can't believe you'd keep this from us, Jake!” Marc was the first to speak as he leaned forward, his hands clenched into fists. The anger in his voice is palpable, and Steven's expression mirrors his outrage.

"So, you're telling us that you saved our life as Moon Knight that night in Cairo", Steven's voice was laced with disbelief, his eyes narrowing at Jake. “And you're still serving that lunatic god, Khonshu?!”

“I am”, Jake Lockley nods, his eyes unwavering. "It's the only way to truly protect all of us."

“This is fucking insane!” Marc gritted, barely containing his anger any longer as his face contorted with frustration. “Khonshu had us trapped in his service for years, and we barely got ourselves free. How can you do this?!”

“Jake, why?” Steven, ever the voice of reason, sought understanding amidst the chaos. “Why continue to serve as Moon Knight?"

"I serve because I have to, not because I want to”, Jake shifted uncomfortably, but his tone remained firm. “It's the only way I can do my job: to protect you both."

“We do not need protecting –”

“Maldito idiota, do you even know how many enemies you have, pendejo?” Jake rolled his eyes at Marc’s side comment, prompting the other to shake his head in pure disbelief. “Besides, I wasn’t just protecting you two”

“What do you mean?” Steven inquired, not understanding what other possible reason would Jake have to still take the mantle of Moon Knight. Jake's gaze then flickers to you, as if he's seeking your support. You meet his eyes, trying to understand the turmoil in his soul.

"It’s the only way I can protect you, Mira", Jake replied, his voice filled with a mix of regret and determination. His answer brought a brief silence to the room as you stood in the midst of it all, your mind whirling like a tempest as you tried to make sense of his current revelations.

Suddenly, Jake Lockley's eyes softened, and he revealed something that shocked you to your core. "I've known you for a long time. Even before all of this."

Your heart skips a beat at his words. You stand in the center of the room, your arms wrapped tightly around your own body as you struggle to absorb this revelation.

"What do you mean, you've known me?” you took a deep breath, stepping closer to Jake. “How is that possible?"

“I remember the night we first met”, Jake's resolute gaze met yours as he nodded solemnly. "I wasn't the one who was fronting that time, but I remember seeing you. It was the night when Khonshu enlisted your help in shifting the night skies to find the right constellation leading to Ammit’s tomb.”

The room grew quiet as your mind processed Jake's words. You struggled to remember that night, but everything was shrouded in fog. It felt like a distant dream, something you couldn't quite grasp.

“I don’t understand”, your mind raced, trying to grasp the implications of this revelation. “If you remember me, why Marc and Steven couldn’t? Why couldn’t they remember any of it? Why can't I remember you?”

“I was supposed to forget too, but Khonshu retained my memories of that night since I still serve as his avatar”, Jake sighed, his eyes a mix of sorrow and frustration. "As for Marc and Steven, those memories became recurring dreams that do not make sense”

"Wait a minute," Marc interjected, his eyes narrowing. "Jake’s right, we've had countless dreams about that night."

“That’s right, yeah”, Steven nodded in agreement. "Just like what he says - moving stars and shifting constellations. But it was always blurry, nonsensical."

Jake Lockley's gaze softens, and he begins to recount the dreams that Marc and Steven have been experiencing, helping his headmates remember what they could. These were the dreams that you've never been privy to, until now.

In the midst of their quiet recollection and Jake's revelations, you continued your restless pacing around the room, your mind racing like a wildfire amidst the buzzing tension in the room. Something about all of this didn't sit right with you, and you require a direct line to the truth.

You needed answers, and you needed them now.

"I wish to speak to Khonshu," you declared, your voice unwavering. "Summon your god. I need to hear the truth from him, to explain all of this to me."

END OF CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.

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dance-like-an-idiot · 3 months

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okay, but what if q!bad possessed people?

(au long post)

Bad has been a demon for years now. It's nothing new to him and hasn't been for a long time. Though dying is still very new. He isn't quite sure how it works even still.

It's the year 1650 and Bad has found himself in Connecticut, USA, specifically in the rather small town of Wethersfield. He had offered his labor for housing to a landlord a few years back and had found his life since then to be smooth sailing.

Until of course, people were throwing around accusations of Witchcraft.

Now Bad wasn't a witch, he had denounced it since his coven had kicked him out for not obeying the coven leader, and that coven leader was wrong mind you! But nonetheless, he was very scared of getting accused of being a witch. He was a rather easy one to suspect after all.

Bad was an easy target because of how he appeared in the town, how he has no relationship with the townsfolk, and is quiet and content with his work. He also, the biggest factor of them all, had never shown any devotion to Puritanism. He was never provocative but... He still couldn't step into a church.

One day, while Bad was getting ready for sleep, he felt an odd tingling sensation from his forehead. He didn't think it was a headache, but for a second he could have mistaken it as such.

Then, a sharp pang hit his feet, hearts, and skull with no warning. He collapsed face first on his bed and prayed the kind family he was sleeping with wouldn't worry and check on him.

More panicked than ever he let out rapid breaths, incredibly confused on what could be happening to him. He closed his eyes and started to rub at his forehead, the tingling never ending while the pang had stopped as suddenly as it came. His back started to dully ache too, growing heavy.

Why was this happening? Was this a religious thing? Like him stepping in a church? Was it a message from Hell? Were they summoning him again? He could very easily be summoned, he was a demon after all! Or were the accusations of Witchcraft real? Was his old coven calling for him to go back to his old ways?

Suddenly the tingling felt worse and he let out a yelp as his hands found two bumps on his head, undoubtedly his horns, but why?

His horns grew larger and Bad unconsciously opened his eyes to spot his skin had reverted back to the void black it was when he had turned. He let out another quick yelp and tried to turn on his side to get a better look at the changes.

Leather wings on his back stopped him as he felt them collide with his bed. It's been a long time since he's looked like a demon again.

In an instant every sensation left him. He felt numb for only a second before feeling his feet on the floor once again. At least he was upright!

He realized his eyes had closed and opened them again, it kinda hurt to revert back to night vision, but he saw a lone girl sat in front of him, and lines traced into dirt and mud of the forest floor.

Oh so it was a demon summoning!

The girl in front of him was one he had seen in the town before. She had long dark hair and wore a cotton white dress that could have been a night gown, Bad wasn't sure. Instead his eyes were drawn down to her open palm, there was a lock of hair sat in it, was she going to add it to the ritual circle?

By her agape and wide-eyed expression, probably. Guess she messed up her spell!

Bad turned around, trying to study the spell and find out what she was going for. He let out a little hum as he was thinking which likely jumpstarted the girl's brain as he heard fabric shuffling from where she sat.

Well all of the patterns were lined up to summon a demon. There were two circles, and the inner one had a pentagram that Bad stood inside of. The outer one only had Xs crossed at each point of the pentagram. For some reason there were lines drawn between each point between the circles... That must have been part of the spell she tried to cast. But why were there runes in the points of the pentagram? Doesn't everyone know you only do that for demon summoning? The last thing he spotted was an empty, open book that was set in the pentagram, but not inside the points of the star where the runes were. Oh and were those scorch marks? Was that him?

His attention was caught again by the girl. She tried to speak multiple times but never formed words. Must be in shock still, poor thing.

He turned back to her, now standing, and smiled despite his pointed teeth. "Good Day!" He said as kindly as possible, "It's a pleasure to meet you! Is there a reason you summoned me?"

Her jaw dropped once again but rapidly blinked and cleared her throat to try and regain her composer. Bad simply waited. "Um–" She said raggedly, needing to clear her throat again which she did. "Good Day. Pleasure to meet you too," She spoke in clipped sentences. "Sorry but I didn't mean to summon you." Her head bowed like she expected Bad to react poorly.

It was a fair assumption, but Bad just clicked his tongue and sighed. "Well, sure was a hassle for nothing. What were you trying to do instead? Maybe I could help?"

The girl's eyes brightened at that, looking back up to him with hope. "Really? You can?"

"Of course! I'd be happy to help you!" Bad smiled and tried to avoid mentioning the fact that once you summon a demon they have to follow the orders you give them, with small exceptions relating to greed and possession. Kinda like Genies, but also not at all.

She smiled a wide and devious smile, and Bad tried to smile kindly back, hoping it wouldn't be too bad. "Can you possess Goody Kirby long enough so she will be accused of a witch?"

Uh oh.

Bad felt his soul ache and shift and he tried to speak as fast as he could before his soul left his body. "Oh gosh– I'm really sorry but I ca–" The sound died as he heard a body fall to the ground.

He blinked rapidly, instinctually stepping back before realizing what had happened.

The thing is with possession, to account for summoners greed, when they ask to possess someone, the demon will possess them instead.

Bad pushed back dark hair that was in his face and looked down to the unconscious, but no longer demonic body that was in front of him. His own body.

"Oh fudge."

please reblog!! especially if you would like to see more of this au!! and tell me your thoughts on it!! <3

#fun possession stories au #qsmp #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp bbh #q!badboyhalo #demon bbh #basically bbh possess someone by accident #this may be posted as a distraction but ive had this au in my mind since the start of the year #qsmp au #i only proofread this once btw soo

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jumpstartfactoftheday · 4 months

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Penguins are often thought to look as though they are wearing tuxedos or suits because of their black and white plumage, which is sometimes extended to portraying them as waiters or butlers. JumpStart's penguin characters are frequently based on this line of thinking. Pictured here are McCloud (left), James (middle), and Nigel (right), who all wear tuxedos, and the first two of which are a butler and waiter respectively.

#character designs #jumpstart reading for second graders #jumpstart 4th grade haunted island #jumpstart 3d virtual world #jsfotd #james is technically a human who was transformed into a monster penguin by a magic spell #hence why he looks so unfriendly

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yoshirage · 2 years

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Body Swap Diaries: Ryan

I have been Jay Cutler for years and even won the Olympia, but while this body is still in pristine form, thanks to the decades of training and diet knowledge I’ve accumulated throughout the years swapping with powerful men like Arnold schwarchzenneger (even jumpstarting his acting career.) i feel its time for a younger body.

I original plan was to swap bodies with already muscular and famous actor Chris Hemsworth but I learned that another rival body swapper already made his body his own, so I aimed for someone unknown but with fairly big enough social media following, and came across Ryan. He was a student who loves bodybuilding but recently wanted to try out a body building conpetition. I DM’d the young man man he excitedly said yes; loving and excited with the prospect of being coached by an olympian winner.

I was in awe the first time i saw Ryan. His body is strong and conditioned, his face chiseled and handsome, and his towering figure eclipsing my current shorter body.

We started his training, and this young man was pushing himself through everything and giving it his all and i was impressed throughout our time together even during the night before the competition and the night of the swap.

Its during this time when the body is fatigued and tired from the competition prep that makes it easier to swap with them. I go to his hotel room and i offer to massage him. I would then whisper to him a spell which will put him in a dreary trance. Ydob hctiws i would chant as our soul and consciousness is transferred to our new bodies.

Ryans new body collapsed on me still in that trance state from the spell, but i easily pushed him off using my new younger body. I look down at hulk of a man that I created throughout the years and then see my new self. Doing bodybuilding poses and admiring my new handsome and younger face, i felt my new dick harden. A look of disappointment when i saw my new below averaged sized dick. The smallest one ive ever had thats for sure i said to myself; nevertheless, i grabbed it and started pumping introducing it to its new master. I loom over ryan; jacking off with one hand, and feeling my old body with the other eventually moving down and stroking Cutler’s cock. Ryan moaned which made me stroke my new cock faster. Ryans new dick got hard to its full 7 inches, and I smile knowing that cutler’s body still recognizes its old owner. I feel myself reaching my limit as I moaned loudly and squirted cum all over myself and Ryan.

I lay there tasting my new cum as Ryans memories fill my head while the old Ryan becomes assimilated with Jay Cutler. I go to the bathroom to clean myself up while admiring my new handsome face, and then i hear Ryan waking up.

“Hey coach you fell asleep, i didn’t wanna wake ya, and its not like i could carry you to your room.”

“Shit really. Sorry about…. Ummm Ryan” he shakes his. Seems like the assimilation isnt complete. “ im gonna just umm go my room and sleep this headache off.” He said standing up. “Oh and dont forget tomorrow! Its your big day! So give it your all” he said as he left the room”

“No problem coach” He leaves and i lay on my bed looked through his own phone and familiarizing myself with my new life, and then eventually drifting to sleep.

The next day was the bodybuilding competition and I easily won the contest. I always loved the cheer of the crowd especially when your old body is cheering you on oblivious of his stolen life and body.

I look to the crowd smiling… I am Ryan i say to myself excited for my new life.

#male body swap #body swap #body switch #ryan dengler #jay cutler

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soleilnomoon · 10 months

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Kaia my darling!!!!! Congrats on your milestone!!!

Can I get strawberries with a mai tai, and songs 8 bubblegum, 16 bonfire, and 44. “I’m sorry have we met?” for either sanji, law, or rayleigh?

Please and thank you! 💕

hiiiiii bb 🤩 okay so i picked rayleigh bc hello i love that man obsessively 🤭 this was my first time writing a full fic for him so i was v excited, ty ty 💙 and even tho fluff tries to claim my life every time i write it, i persevered (for u, this is me proposing obvy~) anyway i had fun!! 🥰️

1.3k words (i tried, i tried to keep it under 1k, i failed so bad), gn reader, sfw (just slightly suggestive yk the vibes babey), 18+ mdni; fluff!!!!!!! and maybe, maybe, a tiny tiny bit of angst maybe. just maybe. feat. reader wanting to be a lone wolf, rayleigh who is just v social when alcohol is involved, denial (of feelings and attraction, sort of), it's not cheating bc... well it's not. no real warnings, there's alcohol and a beach and a bonfire. the moon is a paid actress, the ocean is a special guest <3 i, too, would be flustered like crazy around rayleigh, he's got bde 💛 (if u see spelling/grammar errors no u didn't bb)

solitude haunts you without remorse — heavy, daunting, an eerie melody that saturates your world. gray and unending, with a curtain so thick that it obscures your vision most days. it nestles itself in the grooves of the footprints you leave behind in the wet sand along the shore, the ocean water kissing the bottom of your feet as the tide ebbs and flows with practiced ease. you pause in your slow gait and allow the water to wash over your feet over and over before moving forward.

you don’t have a particular destination in mind, you simply wanted to be away from the noise of the sea-faring town you decided to visit. and while you don’t actively seek out solitude, it still follows you around, blending into your shadow, but there’s a comfort in its presence.

because, then, you’re never truly alone, are you?

partially obscured, a waning crescent moon illuminates the ocean, glowing brightly; another comfort that pushes aside that empty, aching feeling in your chest. the ripples in the water are mesmerizing and hypnotic, but you don’t fall prey to its machinations — you don’t let the barely audible melodies of the lurking sirens tempt you into walking closer.

if anything, you give yourself some distance.

there’s a small gathering nearby, the partygoers beckoning you with their promises of drinks and good food. if your traitorous stomach didn’t gurgle so loudly, you would have been able to refuse without issue.

still, it doesn’t hurt to eat, especially when everything smells rich and enticing, strong enough to make your mouth water. you watch the crowd around you, their infectious laughter seeps into your skin, a small flicker of warmth igniting to jumpstart your heart.

this is nice, you tell yourself before taking out a piece of bubblegum from your bag and chewing on it. you don’t particularly like this brand or flavor — much too sweet and a little thick — but you need something to do, and chewing gum helps calm you, surprisingly enough.

silvers rayleigh has never been fond of rooting himself in one, singular place; the desire to roam, to investigate the wonders of the world, to meet and experience life through people — it overwhelms him constantly. to combat that impulse, he sticks to roaming nearby islands, accidentally stumbling upon the same coastal town you find yourself in.

and again it’s pure coincidence that leads him to take the empty chair closest to you. he doesn’t bother with the flask he has, opting to graciously accept the free drinks from the revelers nearby. the brandy is sweet, but crisp — something he’s not too accustomed to, but it puts him at ease all the same. it’s when you pucker your lips and exhale to blow your bubblegum into a decent sized bubble, that he takes notice of you.

well, no—that’s a lie.

he already did notice you, in town earlier. you still have that same, dazed look in your eyes, the same melancholy that inadvertently acts as a small shield to protect you from others draped along your shoulders. you’re not a case study, he knows that, but that doesn’t keep him from observing you all the same.

it’s something stronger than morbid curiosity, and the more he drinks, the closer he comes to discovering the truth in that.

the bubble pops unceremoniously, the saccharine scent is much stronger than he thought it’d be; even as he steadies his breathing, it’s almost as the wind is working against him, keeping him rooted in the chair as he’s bombarded with the playful, artificial smell of strawberry and cherry all in one.

it’s much more pleasant than he thought it would be.

you’re not the best at observing your surroundings, but you’re not completely helpless — especially not when the man next to you is so boldly looking at you without remorse or shame. you chew on the fruity bubblegum thoughtfully and turn towards him unprompted.

a coy smile hangs onto his lips, the corners of his mouth curling upward as thinly veiled amusement flits about on his face.

“i’m sorry,” you say softly, in between chews, “have we met?”

the question is valid, and he should probably answer you, but he finishes his drink instead and waves someone down to pour him another.

with furrowed brows, you watch him quietly, taking in the sharp angle of his jaw and admiring the way he savors each sip of his drink. a peculiar silence surrounds both of you, and when he looks your way again, his eyes sweep over you once — almost like an intimate touch between lovers — and you suddenly remember that you’ve been holding your breath, waiting for him to answer you.

he takes his time, though, the tip of his tongue briefly gliding onto his lip —because wasting even a single drop of brandy is irresponsible, in his opinion. it’s with clarity and certainty that he tells you, “no.”

the answer isn’t surprising, and you’re not sure what you expected him to say. his voice is deep and rich, with a huskiness that completely suits his rugged demeanor. you don’t know what to do with that feeling, because for some reason, you feel as though you should know him. one after another, thoughts infiltrate the darkest parts of your mind, reviving you with a startling reminder that your heart — as pitiful and naïve as it is — still works perfectly fine.

in fact, it’s working a little too hard right now, beating louder with each passing second. you almost rub at your chest, but refrain from doing so, and blow another bubble to take your mind off it all.

“but,” he continues, as if he didn’t leave you in limbo for the longest sixty seconds of your life, “does that matter?”

he’s playing a dangerous game, he knows that, but rayleigh loves the high that comes with the risk of gambling. it’s invigorating and fresh, much more interesting than coating ships on the sabaody archipelagos.

it’s alluring, the confidence he exudes. his attractiveness is offensive and wholly unavoidable, which annoys you. it’s irrational, you know, you know but the longer you look at him, the more you yearn to get out of your chair and—

you cut yourself off completely from that thought and chew, chew, chew. maybe if you fill your senses with the taste of the bubblegum, you’ll distract yourself from his presence. he’s completely certain you’ll continue to allow him the pleasure of conversation, much to your inevitable dismay.

solitude is safer, you tell yourself. it’s what you’ve always known, but an unnecessary flush stains your cheeks and the heat makes it impossible to look at him for much longer.

“i suppose it really doesn’t matter,” you manage to say, and with great difficulty you force yourself to look at him again and find that he’s never once took his eyes off you.

the intensity behind his gaze is unnerving, but welcomed; a contradictory feeling, but there’s something overtly calming about his presence. so you let yourself step out of your comfort zone and allow him into your space, to pick your brain on various topics without restraint.

he’s normally not this chatty, preferring to drink and fool around — as talking requires a level of vulnerability that he’s not interested in giving. but with you, he finds it incredibly easy to do so — even allowing you to ask him questions about himself and the adventures he’s had on the sea. you get more animated as the night goes on, the bonfire still burning fierce and keeping you warm.

rayleigh’s voice drizzles onto your skin, his words smooth and suggestive without even trying. normally you wouldn’t entertain a man like this, but you’re trapped in his orbit, his aura prompting you to scoot your chair closer, so you can talk to him more privately. he’s completely enchanted by you — with your animated expressions, with the way you talk with your hands a lot, with how you keep leaning closer and closer to him. if you knew just how cute and charming you were, he might be in trouble.

thankfully, you don’t.

and while he already has someone that occupies the majority of his heart, he’s starting to think that he wouldn’t mind making space for someone like you.

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cedarbeing · 1 year

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✨💤Lucid Dreaming💤✨

I see a lot of people talking about lucid dreaming recently. The truth of it is, you don’t need fancy teas, to eat specific foods, or have specific crystals, although if you want to do all that, go right ahead, it probably won’t hurt you anyways.

The easiest way to lucid dream, in my experience, is to count your fingers

..yes, that’s it.

So you want to lucid dream? count your fingers, everyday and multiple times a day. It may seem silly but it WORKS. you’ll cement this practice as a habit to your brain, you’ll focus on it daily, it’ll become mundane. so, after a week or so, maybe even earlier if you’re lucky, you will start doing this in your dreams. That’s where the fun begins.

Ever notice how AI generated images cannot correctly replicate hands? our brain is similar in that when we’re sleeping and you try to focus on your hands, its just wrong. too many fingers, not enough, or, in my case: fingers growing off of fingers. Once you realize your hands are quite incorrect, it jolts your conscious awake: Tah dah! lucid dreaming!

Now, this is where the actual difficulty comes in. It is difficult to stay lucid, especially when you’re excited about it! practice ways to calm down while you’re dreaming. Sometimes it just takes a few times initiating lucid dreaming to get full control of it, other times it may be more difficult and require more effort outside in the waking world. (practice calming strategies the same way as counting fingers). It’ll be different for everyone, some may struggle with a certain aspect while others will not. Lucidity often flows in and out. You should let it! I find overtime it lasts longer if you’re not fighting for it to stay.

If you’re having a hard time getting started, try waking yourself up during the middle of sleep, early in the AM. Even if you’re up for a few short minutes, this is usually enough to get things jumpstarted, disturbing the sleep cycle allows your brain to wake up which may be of help when you initially fall back into REM sleep.

It’s not a magic thing, we don’t need crystals, herbs or spells to start. You really don’t need anything other than your effort to practice. That being said, it can be used as a magical tool. I saw someone recently mention doing spell work within lucid dreams, it really peaked my interest! It’s something I definitely intend on trying soon.

Things to remember:

its okay if you don’t get it right away, can’t hold onto the dream, or can’t lucid dream all the time. It’s not really realistic to constantly be conscious while dreaming. Just remember to keep practicing! You will get the hang of it. (lucid dreaming too frequently probably isn’t too great for you anyways, there’s some interesting but limited research on this.)

I highly suggest keeping a dream journal, even if it’s just fragments or very small fuzzy memories. I Often find journaling helps dreams become more vivid over time as you’re more focused on the details of them. I like to journal as soon as my eyes open, so I keep my book and pen under my pillow :)

Happy Dreaming!

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searsage · 7 months

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Skorri sat in place hidden behind one of the many pillars of the keep, across the hall she could see Lady Efrideet following suit, hiding in a similar spot behind a pillar just shy of the stairwell.

Her lovely ivory and bronze armor glinting gently where the stray light caught it, it made the singer's heart skip beats.

She looks beautiful and excited, just as excited as Timur, the warlock had been glowing for days, it was great to see his mind free of the stress that often plagued the him, never had he seemed so young.

Down the hall she could just make out lord saladin's silhouette, he was frowning like always but even skorri could see Timur's vigor had infected him as well, he too was invested in the mischief about to unfold before them.

It seemed everyone's spirit's were high, for once things were unexpectedly looking up for the iron lords.

Beautiful music filled the echoing halls of Felwinter peak, it shattered the dreary ambiance, Tchaikovsky's symphonies filled the silence, their notes chasing each other around in timeless loops.

The delightful trap was set and now all that was left was for the iron lords to wait, and to Skorri's surprise and Timur's pure delight they didn't have to wait long.

The drowned out sound of a bed chamber doors creaking shut could just be heard just trickling through the obnoxiously loud classical music, across from her skorri can see Lady Efrideet brimming with mirth and excitement, as lord Felwinter emerges from the staircase true to Timur's predictions.

She finds herself holding her breath as the curious iron Lord descends the staircase, his right hand is full of paperwork, no doubt charts and data sheets but he doesn't bother setting them down, instead the curious Exo immediately heads for the antique record player, there he hovers around it for a good while, curiously looking about, but obviously too infatuated by the machine to thoroughly scope the parameter for hiding iron lords or even question the suspiciously empty common space.

Eventually he reaches his hand out, metal fingers plucking the nail up and setting it back two tracks, his head tilted elegantly downward as he listened to the mystifying.

He looked like an artistic sculpture, standing so still near to the table, the machine who was all sharp edges and elegant posture, for once looked..at peace..

Fleeting light crept in from the windows, illuminating the thick faded fur of thr robe against his back and catching the horns of his well worn helmet.

He looked utterly radiant in his little moment of private peace, skorri could practically feel Timur's soul leaving his body, and silently hoped the man had the strength to go through with the prank he himself orchestrated.

Again Felwinter set the nail back, the exo had no doubt found his favorite song, his finger tapping against the table once, twice before the iron lord finally pushed away with all the reluctance of a sailor under a siren's spell, slowly vanishing into the nearby study, to no doubt deal with the moutain of charts wedged under his arm.

This was her cue.

Her heart slammed in her chest as skorri darted out from behind the marble piller, to her left Lady Efrideet was practically vibrating in place, quickly motioning for her to go forward before the iron lord returned.

Skorri swallowed her apprehension, if she was caught it was game over, with a brief scope of the room and hall leading to the study Felwinter had retreated to, she dashed forward swiftly closing the distance between her and the record player.

The moment her nimble fingers plucked the needle from it's track the melody adruptly died, instantly the room was all too quiet and Skorri felt her heart freeze under the weight of apprehension.

"Pssst!"

The singer jolted as a small sound jumpstarted her reflexes again, it was Timur, the man was waving wildly, pointing from the study door to her hiding spot, quickly she replaced the record, leaving the nail idle and carefully placing the pilfered record on the table, then she darted out of sight, sighing in relief as the shadow of the piller cast a cool concealing shadow over her.

Luckily for the songtrist she had made it just in time!

It was mere seconds before Felwinter's silhouette reemergred from the study, his peculiar ram helmit pointed towards the idle player

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