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attractedtopeoples · 4 months

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HI POOKIR hope you are okay so I was thinking

Johnnie x f reader like UH overstim with edge on readers side ? And like reader maybe has a very pink style (coquette/hello kitty typa) and if you could do smth like after aftercare he does a stream and like reader kinda left some lipstick on his neck or hickeys IDK of you don’t wanna that’s okay! Have a good day

A/N: HIII LOVE, thank you I am doing better, and happy new year! I hope this is okay, especially sorry if i didn't mention the fashion as much- i'm not very good at incorporating those smaller details. despite that i absolutely loved this prompt, and i had sat there fangirling over the thought of this scenario for a hot minute but here we go, and as always constructive criticism is welcome.

Johnnie Guilbert

Tags/Warnings: mdni, minors do not interact, don't like don't read, smutty, explicit, f!reader, there is one creepy ass guy at the start, overstimulation, aftercare & slight fluff, marking kink from reader if you squint, tease reader/snarky reader, yh i think that's all, tell me if you think there should be more, NOT BETA-READ.

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The both of you had been at the grocery store, getting a few things for the apartment and stuff you needed for future videos. However, at one point Johnnie had left to grab some cookies he'd seen earlier, and some random guy had come up behind you, attempting to corner you into the shelf, one hand on your pressed on your lower back under the crop top you'd worn.

The sudden contact was obviously not appreciated, and you pushed him back as you stepped away quickly, avoiding his hand when he reached out again.

"Sorry Sweetheart, just admiring the view," the random guy said, as if it provided any valid explanation. You could feel his eyes tracing over you, and felt rather disgusted as his eyes stayed trained on your mini-skirt for a few seconds longer than you were comfortable with.

"Who's this?" a voice spoke behind you, and you had never been more thankful than when you turned around to find Johnnie standing there glaring at the creep. The guy rolled his eyes at Johnnie, but took a step back regardless, glancing at you once more before walking away, leaving a confused Johnnie with chocolate chip cookies in hand.

"Just a nobody, it's okay" you'd assured him, although it clearly didn't do a great job, his eyes still taking in every detail, trying to find any evidence of pain or discomfort.

"Are you sure?" he'd asked, wrapping a protective arm around your shoulders as he looks back down the aisle with a slight frown.

"Been better, I just wanna go home." you'd admitted with a sigh as you leaned into his embrace.

That lead to where you are now, one hand clutching the pillow behind you and the other tangled in Johnnie's hair as his tongue pushes you towards another climax, your third tonight to be specific, and Johnnie did not seem like he wanted to stop. His hands had taken their place on your inner thighs, keeping your legs from closing around his legs as he overstimulates you.

Your back arched off the bed as you were pushed over the edge once more, and your hand was tugging Johnnie's hair, a futile attempt at pushing him away. However, to your surprise, he pulled away from you with a pleased grin on his face. Sadly, It didn't last very long, as one of his hands moved up your thigh as he began rubbing slow circles around your clit, applying a painful yet pleasurable pressure as you threw your head back once more.

His other hand trailed upwards- towards your hips, and he sat back on his knees, admiring you splayed out in front of him as he continued to toy with your overstimulated body, gently sliding two fingers inside you as you let out a broken moan, throat already sore from the previous rounds.

"Feeling better now darling?" He asks teasingly, curling his fingers inside you as your nails dig into the back of his neck, eyes squeezed shut as you try not to lose your mind from the feelings overwhelming you as his fingers thrust into you at a steady pace.

There were hickeys covering the both of you, but especially yourself, and you couldn't say you were all that upset. There was a trail of them from your jawline, down your collarbone, and scattered down the rest of your body. On your thighs the hickeys and love-bites were joined by slight bruises on your inner thighs form Johnnie's fingers.

On him it was mainly his neck and jawline, alongside a few scattered over his chest before he laid you down, opting to mark you up instead. Although as he leans down, placing his other arm by the side of your head, you had a nice few of them.

Looking into his eyes your shaky arms wrapped around his neck to pull him closer into a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips as he reciprocated eagerly. The hands around his neck tightened as you felt the coil in your stomach tighten, and as he began to speed up you knew you wouldn't last much longer.

You pulled him in for another kiss as you felt yourself fall over the edge again, crashing your lips together in a desperate attempt of muffling the noises you knew would have woken one of your roommates. As the aftershocks wore off Johnnie slowly pulled his fingers out, wiping them on the bedsheets as he brings you closer, hugging you softly as he traces shapes into your skin.

After a while of you two lying there wrapped up in each other, he sighed and pulled back from you and off the bed to grab something from the bathroom. A few moments later he walked back into your room, a washcloth in his hand and you allowed yourself to relax back into the bed as he sat down next to you.

He rubbed soothing circles into your thighs as he cleaned you up, taking care to be extra gentle with you as he carefully wiped down your thighs with the warm towel. You watched him with a soft smile as your eyes drooped slightly. Eventually you felt your eyes close, and in your drowsy state you could feel Johnnie lie down next to you, an arm wrapped around your waist as you fall asleep together.

Blinking your eyes open you could hear the clicking of a keyboard somewhere in the room, and when you pat around for Johnnie you can only feel an empty space next to you in the bed. Rubbing your eyes as you adjust to the lighting you can finally see Johnnie at his desk on the other side of the room, both his camera and mic set up in front of him as he streams, most likely playing some form of game.

With a small sigh you sit up and hold back a groan at the pain in your lower back from last night. The movement caught Johnnie's attention, and you could see him mouth sorry out of the camera frame, although with the way he tilted his neck you could also see the collection of hickeys you'd left scattered on him- and by the way his camera was facing it was rather clear he was trying not to show them.

That fact didn't matter now however, as he'd just completely displayed each and every one to the viewers of his stream, and as you watched the realization flood his features you had to hold back a laugh. He slowly sat back into frame, and you watched his eyes flick over the comment section, and after a few seconds he just let out a resigned sigh.

With a raised eyebrow you kept watching as he pressed a few buttons, and then he started to speak again.

"Alright guys, I think that's a pretty good ending note, I'll see you next time," and with a final click of a button he slumped back into the chair and turned to face you tiredly. Meanwhile you were still trying not to laugh at him, one hand over your mouth as a pointless attempt at hiding your laughter.

"Shut up," he grumbled, but it didn't help much as you flopped back down onto the bed and continued to laugh, smiling when he came over and joined you on the bed, wrapping his arms around you as he tucked his head into the crook of your neck.

#mdni #18+ mdni #anon <3 #johnnie guilbert smut #johnnie guilbert #johnnie guilbert fanfic #fandom: jake and johnnie #i don’t know if there is a fandom name for these two #oh well #i was listening to sad conan gray songs whilst writing this #i dont know why #dividers by cafekitsune #divider by animatedglittergraphics n more

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 4 months

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Hiiii are you taking requests? If so then how about a Tommy fic where he’s like super protective of the reader idk I’m thinking of that scene in Pam and Tommy where the construction worker walks in on Pam in the kitchen.

Stay Away From My Wife » Tommy Lee

Pairings: Husband!Tommy Lee x Wife!Reader

Summary: Someone gets a little too close to Tommy’s wife.

Warnings: Fluff, language, overprotective Tommy, unwanted staring, kissing, pet names (babe, baby)

A/N: My apologies if I get anything wrong. I haven’t watched Pam & Tommy in a while and I only seen part of the episode you’re talking about so this is based off of what I remember of it. I also put my own twist on it.

Thank you for requesting!🩵 @marvelobsessed134

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found this one on Pinterest.

You hummed to yourself as you made coffee. You leaned over the kitchen counter, watching the coffee pour into the coffee pot. You went to the pantry to get stuff out to make pancakes. You were pouring pancake mix in a bowl while humming lyrics to your favorite song and swaying your hips side to side. You felt an unfamiliar presence behind you. You turned around to see one of the construction workers standing a couple feet away from you.

“Umm, what are you doing in here?” You asked him, raising an eyebrow.

The construction worker didn’t say anything. He just stared at you. That’s when you realized you were only wearing one of Tommy’s shirts and a pair of panties underneath it. You shrieked and pulled it down to cover your ass.

“Tommy!” You yelled.

Tommy came running into the kitchen within 5 seconds.

“What’s wrong, babe?” Tommy asks.

“This weirdo thought he could get a free peak of me in my panties!” You say, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

Tommy felt his blood boiling as he looked at the construction worker. He gently pushed you behind his body, shielding you from him.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Tommy asks, raising his voice at the guy.

“I uhh…” The guy stuttered with wide eyes, not knowing what to see.

“You uhh what?” Tommy mocked him. “You thought you could see my wife in her panties and get away with it?” He says.

“I’m sorry, sir!” The guy apologizes. “I promise it won’t happen again!” He says.

“You’re damn right it won’t happen again cause you’re fucking fired!” Tommy says.

“Wh-What?” He asks, blinking a couple times.

“You’re fired! Get your shit, get out of my house, and most importantly, stay the hell away from my wife!” Tommy pointed at the door. “If I ever catch you staring at my wife again, you’re going to regret it.” He says.

The guy gulped and nodded, quickly leaving the kitchen. Tommy sighed loudly, running his fingers through his hair. He looked down at you and wrapped his strong tattooed arms around you protectively, pulling you close to him.

“Are you ok, baby?” Tommy asks softly.

“I am now.” You say, laying your head against his chest and traced one of his many tattoos on his arms.

“Did he touch you or hurt you in anyway?” He asks. “Cause if he did, I’ll kick his ass.” He says.

“No. He just made me feel uncomfortable with his staring.” You say, looking up at him.

Tommy cupped your cheeks and kissed you passionately.

“Is it ok if you hold me while we stand here?” You asked.

“I have a better idea.” Tommy says.

Before you could ask what his idea is, he picked you up and walked to the living room. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. He sat down with you on his lap and rubbed his hand up and down your back.

“I still want pancakes.” You mumbled loud enough for him to hear.

Tommy chuckled and kissed the side of your head.

“I’ll make you some pancakes, baby.” Tommy says, gently moving you onto the couch next to him before standing up.

“I love you so much, Tommy.” You say, kissing him.

“I love you too, babe.” He says against your lips.

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-Bucky’s Doll

#tommy lee #tommy lee sebastian stan #motley crue #pam and tommy #sebastian stan #sebastian stan characters #tommy lee x female reader #tommy lee x wife!reader #tommy lee x reader #tommy lee x y/n #tommy lee x you #tommy lee fluff #tommy lee one shot #tommy lee imagine #wife!reader

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mommyashtoreth · 16 days

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what are your most hated popular aziraphale and crowley mischaracterizations

GREAT question I fucking love complaining

Not to sound contradictory right off the bat but for Az it's both like. "Aziraphale is mean" and "Aziraphale is SO cartoonishly nice that he can't even fathom of anything that could be construed by anyone as being somehow 'bad'", because I think both are really fundamental misunderstandings of Aziraphale as a dramatic character for the former and as a comedic character for the latter. "Aziraphale is mean" seems to be based entirely on the ending of s2 and I've certainly said my piece about that already, but to summarize I think it's a bad reading of that scene and I find "actually Aziraphale is manipulative and mean and Crowley is 100000% always in the right and never did anything wrong ever" to make for a much more boring story than what we've actually got. On the other hand, boomeranging right into the other direction and making Aziraphale way too nice is ALSO something I find boring, but in a more standard "fandom flanderization" type of way. Like, I'm sure you've seen something where Aziraphale is so nice and good and pure and soft and sweet and smol cinnamon roll needs protection that he passes out whenever someone says the word "penis." And I find that boring! It's a bad way to engage with his joke. Aziraphale IS nice, genuinely, and he's good to people and helps people and loves humanity, but also like, he's smug and he lies and he says guns lend weight to a moral argument and is kind of a cunt in ways people don't give him credit for. And that's good! That's awesome. He's really really really funny and I obviously really really like him. Basically I wish people knew how to balance "Aziraphale is nice" and "Aziraphale is a bitch" bc both are true and it's a fine-tuned craft managing to depict both at once

Crowley is harder to pin down... idk I just Also find a lot of fandom Crowley very boring in very similar ways, either stripping him down (God I wish) to form one half of a very basic very boring Good Guy Vs. Bad Guy dynamic, or making him this like Sexy Domineering Alpha Male Daddy Dom type that I find very boring. Not that I think Crowley can never be sexy or domineering, my url is literally, yknow, that, but I think all his "evilness" has an almost playful nature to it where like you know he's having fun with it, OR I like when it feels like he's doing it as a job. like Oh, fuck, have to make the quota today. Gotta go cause a pileup. I think people generally tend to make Crowley either too serious or too nice, and he IS nice, there's a guarded softness in like both renditions of the character that IS very important, but he's still Also kind of a bitch! And that's fun! Idk people always make "sin" out to be some huge thing like "Crowley has to literally murder a child" which makes for good conflict, but there's also little stuff that he's a) good at and b) likes doing, like causing traffic jams and moving construction poles around and just like, generally annoying people and I think that's really really funny. I read a fic once where she would order pizza for delivery to other people's houses, and I'm still workshopping mine where she, like, convinces this rich guy to invest in a bad industry so when his stocks plummet he'll be insufferable to be around (also bc greed is a sin. There are sins besides lust! Animals), and that's fun! And honestly Crowley's fun even when he's down in the dumps, he's funny when he gets annoyed with Aziraphale or when he gets angry at Gabriel or whatever. I wish people tapped into that more! Idk I also clearly like Crowley a lot I think we could hang out I could grab a beer with him and play Bowie and Brian Eno on the jukebox, and a lot of fandom Crowley does not feel like somebody I could grab a beer with. Let him loosen up! Misery is fun to write but all work and no play makes Tony a dull boy

#ask #anon #good omens #gomens #aziraphale #crowley #aziracrow #barely. but yknow #good omens meta #??? sure! who cares

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lysa1201-saucy · 2 months

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hi can i request body worship with jumin han? tyyy <3

Hiiii sorry this is super late, life is crazy and I’m still trying to learn how to write NSFW better (which is why I’ve taken these requests lol) and also trying to learn how to write GN reader to be more inclusive!

I hope this is good or at least is good enough LMAO I tried my best 🙏 Thank you SO much for the request 🥰

if it’s bad, no it wasn’t, it’s my birthday, be nice 2 me

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Never Seen Anything More Perfect - Jumin Han x GN!Reader

18+ ONLY

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Warnings: body worship (obviously lol, unless I’m a terrible writer and did it wrong cuz oops), oral but I keep body parts ✨ambiguous✨, marking, and some hand stuff idk handjob i guess idk

Word Count: 418

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Jumin was quite the attentive man. Always spoiling you, caring for you. Too cold? New jacket for you, a new blanket, want a heater? He’s got it. Bored? Here’s a new TV, some games, subscriptions to your favorite streaming services, quite anything you like.

He loves to spoil you. However, he has one area he likes to spoil most.

Your body.

God, he loves your body. Your eyes, your nose, your lips, your hair, your ears, your neck, your chest, your arms, your hands, your ass, your thighs, God the list can go on and on. He’s in love with you.

Every single part of you. Every inch. And he loves to show you that.

He had you moaning on his bed, sucking where you’re most sensitive as he went down on you, making sure you feel the absolute best. You look so perfect when he’s making you feel so good. You tug at his hair, confused on whether you want him to pull away and fuck you, or to keep going and let you cum all over his face.

“You’re so amazing,” he would praise you, leaving kisses all around your pleasurable space. “So perfect… can never get tired of how wonderful you are. Your sounds, the way you blush, the way you cum… always so satisfying. My favorite thing is you.” He would go on, kissing all over your body. Your thighs, your hips, your chest, a small suck and nibble on your nibbles, and his favorite part: your neck.

God, he loved your neck. Sucking on it, biting it, kissing it. And your jaw. He needed all of you, who was he kidding? “I could stare at your body all day. I want to kiss it all, mark it all, you’re so fucking perfect.”

“More perfect than Elizabeth the 3rd?” You chuckled a bit, testing him. In response, he moved his hand down to your groin to start playing with you, causing your chuckle to be replaced by a moan.

Jumin smirks. “More perfect than Elizabeth the 3rd… just don’t tell her I said that.” He smirks as he leads his kisses up to your ear, nibbling on the earlobe. You try to let out another giggle, but all he does is increase his speed and the pressure of his hand to once again replace it with a moan.

Finally, his lips moved to yours so sensually, his hands moving around to touch all of you. He loved you. Everything about you. Inside and out.

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I accept constructive criticism, just be nice im sensitive and it’s birthday you legally HAVE to be nice to me today

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger smut #jumin han x mc #jumin han x reader #jumin han #jumin han smut

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ladykinrannoch · 2 months

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I’m sorry I know you have an interest in tarot yourself but I’ve realized the tarot readers may be where all the nasty rumors are starting. There’s also one astrologer blog here saying there’s an upcoming storm for the Wales fandom, and the way this blog says it, it’s like something really ominous. I tend to be a pessimistic person who always thinks things are going to go badly, which is why I find it hard to brush it off when some random person on the internet is saying stuff like that as much as I just want to ignore it or brush it off as nonsense. I have to say I am not very good with differentiating between anxiety and intuition. I tend to be a bit paranoid. Idk if this is just paranoia, but I am scared for the coming days because of this particular blog’s warnings.

So this is an interesting observation and reminds me of a discussion we had at our Church of Wiccan Culture last week about living a spiritual life in the mundane world and one in which there are lots of muggles, and one of the most common tools we discussed was employing discernment. So this answer is not about tarot, it is about living in the divine light and how to do that! But this post also led me rather nicely into a Saturday Morning Tarot by Lady Kinrannoch. (skip to the end if you don't want to read the preamble)

As I foresaw and said to my then husband back in 2007 that it seemed to me that social media had the potential to become evil, in fact I asked him whether social media was possibly an aspect of Satan. This is long before I turned from institutional religion to embrace the Old Ways and Old Gods. Satan is a construct of organised religion, it is meant to keep you in line through fear and guilt. My journey to enlightenment started then as I began to embrace the aspects of me that always meant I felt like I did not fit in, and did not get answers in the bible or from religion. I started reading the Gnostic texts, explored Kabbalah, esoterism, hermeticism etc. and more and more I was drawn to Paganism or what we call The Wiccan Way. (please note that Paganism is an umbrella term and that not all Pagans are Wiccans, there are many denominations of earth-based religions that identify as Pagans)

Now Pagan's are naturally drawn to nature and all that was created by the Divine Mother. Not man-made interventions. We believe that Mother Nature/Earth (Gaia) has provided everything we need to survive and that with the assistance of the Old Gods, we can awaken the Divine inside us and manifest love and light. It is why we are often referred to as light workers. We do not believe in Satan, but we do believe in "good and evil", in the aspects of light and dark (in Eastern religion Ying/Yang). No one is all light, everyone has some dark or shadow aspect. The Old Gods across multiple pantheons have light and dark aspects and represent the various Archetypes in the same way that the Tarot Major Arcana represent the 22 main Archetypes. So the discussion was about how to identify when you move off the path of the light and begin to become overcome by the darkness. When people are overcome by the darkness, they tend to become toxic, cultist and abusive; or depressed, anxious and stuck in victim energy, sort of fatalistic, giving up and giving in to Fate. There are many dark cults that frequently get incorrectly associated with Paganism and it is important to use discernment to avoid dark cults. True Paganism is about celebrating nature and following the light, which is why we have many fire festivals among the Sabbats in the Wheel of the Year.

Now I think we see this dark aspect of social media manifesting more and more where various groups of people are pushing their various agenda's. Back in the days with no social media platforms, there is no way you would have managed to get 70 to 80% of a population vaccinated with a trial vaccines with numerous early-on discovered side effects. I am not a denialist, I know there was risk with Covid which it now seems was indeed bio-engineered as part of a global plan to seize totalitarian control. I decided early on that I would not comply, I searched the Old Ways and naturopathy for solutions. I started a regime of supplements that made sense to me. and was also recommended by the FLCCC in the US by Dr Kory and Dr Malik. I have never had Covid despite meeting up with people with Covid to give them IvermectIn (ivm) for themselves or sick relatives. I have access to IVM because I have a breeding and show kennel and so I could order it via veterinary dispensers. Through the pandemic, my staff and I took it every week. None of us got sick. We stopped taking it weekly when Omicron started (Mother Nature, Gaia's intervention). Now we use it whenever one of us is coming down with something. Just this week I felt I was coming down with the flu that is doing the rounds, I took one dose and the next day I was 100% fine again. I take my supplements every day and spend time in the Sun, at least 15 minutes with no sunscreen and visualise filling my body with healing vitamin D.

As you can imagine, I was called a conspiracy theorist. But I like asking the big What if questions. And I use discernment, scepticism and intuition in equal measure daily. I believe that despite none of my staff or I taking the vaccine, we never got sick. I see vaccinated colleagues every day, with all sorts of maladies, ranging from messed up menstrual cycles, all the way through to late term still birth, high blood pressure, blood clots, high blood pressure, septicaemia, heart attacks, auto immune diseases and turbo cancers. I have lost many dear friends over the last four years, all of them vaccinated and it absolutely breaks my heart.

The point to this long preamble ramble is presenting an example in how discernment, scepticism and intuition can play a role in your life if you tune into it and employ it. If you are feeling anxious and depressed by all that you are consuming on social media, perhaps it is time to question yourself about who you are following, what are you consuming, why you are giving your divine manifestation over to the control of others. For we as Pagans believe that the Divine is not out there in nebulous outer space, but that we are part of the Divine and the Divine lives in each one of us. We just need to awaken the Divine inside and listen in the stillness to that spark and that voice.

Anon, I suggest that your intuition is telling to you not to trust what you are consuming, use discernment, scepticism and intuition to decide who to unfollow and what to allow into your divine consciousness. Follow only those that are clearly on a path of spiritual enlightenment with no specific personal and/or dark agenda. Be sceptical. If you feel like something is rubbish, discard it. Don't allow unnecessary darkness into your soul. It is a choice to stand in the light and defeat darkness.

Reading - For Anon and for the Wales Family - Intuition, Commanding all Resources, Healing and Hope

For your benefit, I have done a short tarot spread for you. Just three cards for you to contemplate.

This is what I got:

Situation: The High Priestess, this is confirmation to me that you need to start trusting your intuition. This is also a card typically representing secrets. Not many tarot readers explore that meaning nearly deeply enough. This card's message is Explore your Spiritual Side.

Tarot is a pagan divination tool. For me, this card is also a message of guidance to seek out the secrets of the universe in the quest To Know, which is the first step in the Witches Pyramid. (To Know, To Dare, To Will, To be Silent and To Go). The pentacle is one of the suits in Tarot for a reason. It's five points also represents the four elements associated with tarot, Earth, Air, Fire and Water, with the pinnacle of the pentacle representing Spirit/Divine. I will put a link to an article at the end for those that want to read more.

What happens next: The Emperor, this is commanding and utilising all your talents and resources to bring order from chaos. It is telling me that you have tools to take command of your life and employ discernment. This links beautiful to To Will (manifest through commitment) and To Dare (to develop skills, to make courageous choices). This card's message is Take Control You Are Protected.

The Outcome: The Star, which in RW its core meaning is healing and hope. It is also for me about achieving balance in your life, turning to nature and the elements. Listening to the Divine and links quite beautifully to To be Silent (Introspection), for in the stillness of meditation you find answers. And also links to To Go (wisdom/higher self), to go within in search of the light and the dark, which increases your Knowing, and so repeatedly following this cycle increases intuition, healing and hope as well as growing your inner peace. You cannot know the Divine, until you Know Thyself. This card's message is Be Inspired Dreams Come True.

Underlying energy: Four of Swords, retreat and rest, take yourself away from social media for a while, avoid negativity, focus on goodness and follow the light until you feel better and stronger.

Other observations:

Three major arcana cards, this is absolutely beautiful energy and I don't think it is meant only for you. Three major arcana cards, means this is for everyone who is feeling just like you, anxious, depressed and paranoid.

Royal Reading - The Wales's

High Priestess: There is a reason there is a certain amount of secrecy currently, it doesn't mean we should feed into the dark speculation, but should rather trust our intuition and the divine mother who Knows All. We are being told that there are some people who cannot be trusted right now to know everything. I think this is Catherine, giving us a message. She is in a higher energy right now and following her intuition. Only she is in the Know, as it should be. This is the also the all knowing, wise mother archetype.

Emperor: William is in Emperor energy, he is giving us a message that he is very much in charge right now. So I feel this is him saying to us all "don't worry". Remember also this is King of Kings energy (The Emperor is higher than the four court Kings), and let us remember that William is the Summer Solstice King, brought to us to show us the light, and give us hope.

Star: There is a lot of hope for the future and healing for the family and I believe it will result in good news. I genuinely feel that we have nothing to fear. There is no ominous energy here. As I said it all beautiful and powerful energy.

Middle of the Deck: The Queen of Wands RX - that is who we should watch out for. The dark agenda. This truly is a fight between darkness and light. Wands is also media and PR. Discern the agenda around every piece of speculation in the media for it is all only speculation. This tells me the Wales's know more than we do about the agendas and it is a cautionary message from them, to do exactly what my preamble was about, practice discernment.

Four of Swords: Retreating to find strength and healing. We do not know all of what they are battling, just what we see in the dark media agenda and the attacks from the unenlightened. Remember that light always triumphs over darkness. This tells me that the Wales's withdrawal is for a very strategic reason. The Art of War reminds us that we "should not interrupt our enemies when they are making mistakes". Stand back and allow them to defeat themselves. Also find the light and strengthen yourself in order to overcome the darkness. So the Stand Back strategy as I am calling it is very deliberate.

https://exemplore.com/wicca-witchcraft/Witchcraft-for-Beginners-What-Is-The-Witches-Pyramid

#british royal family #royal reading #tarot #tarot by ladykinrannoch #prince william #princess of wales

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hvnnibvni · 1 year

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Together Again | JJK *Spoiler*

Pairings: Jungkook/Reader

Genre: Mature themes. Romance. Angst. Arranged marriage AU. Childhood best friends to lovers AU.

Warnings: cheating, reader is a rope bunny (ALLEGEDLY), hard!dom JK, switch!reader, reader likes to be slutted out, drunken sex, unplanned pregnancy(this is in the end dw😅), cunnilingus, oral (both receiving), fighting (talk shit get hit) daddy!kink, praise!kink, dirty talk, spanking, hair pulling. Just all around nasty y’all.

Summary: After reader finds her long-term boyfriend in bed with their mutual friend. She moves back into her family home, but under one condition. She has to marry her childhood friend that has been arranged since their childhood. For a wedding gift they go to a mountainous getaway with a group of friends, reader is told that ex and mutual friend get invited, so reader and jk decide to pretend not to know each other to avoid any confusion or miscommunication.

Authors note: This, if not obvious, is my first time writing. Like call me the virgin marry of writing cuz idk what I’m doing. But we gone figure it out though. Anyways some things might change throughout the story just bear with me. This is actually a piece of the end not the whole thing. More of a drabble if you will darling, cuz idk if it’s good or not and Ian trynna EMBARRASS myself. But in all honesty I want honest reviews just don’t hurt my feelings I will cry 😐 I would like respectful constructive criticism, not no “yOu WrItInG DumB HAr hAr🤓” type bs y’all can take that childish shit somewhere else, and other writers feel the same way when people do stuff like that kind of stuff isn’t cute or funny when you’re the only one laughing babes. Sorry I just went on a whole tangent. Anyways enjoy my piece of a piece 😂 (Edit: ex doesn’t have a name neither does the ex bff)

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Everyone is having their own separate conversations when ex bff brings up the fact that y/n doesn’t look like she’s feeling well. Y/n bushes it off but ex bff pushes a little harder and say “I’m just trying to make sure you and your baby are okay” the table goes dead silent, everyone too stunned to speak. Jungkook watching quietly.

“ what is she talking about?” Asks ex bf. Y/n calm as ever replies “ I’m pregnant.” Looking right at (name). “Well I don’t know what to say,” ex bf goes on to say while acting flattered. “I mean you know I’ve always wanted to be a dad-“

“it’s mine.”

Everyone turned shocked to look at Jungkook who’d been sitting quietly the whole time. “How long?” He proceeds to ask, ignoring everyone around them. “Around 8 weeks” y/n responds. “When did you find out?“ His questioning continues “Yesterday morning.” Y/n answered, not missing a beat “why didn’t you tell me?” He interrogates further. “It was going to be a surprise, but it seems plans have changed.” She answers calmly, although she is agitated that her plans were ruined all for a petty jab that gave the latter 5 seconds of satisfaction.

“Wait… what’s going on?” Ex question confusingly. “you know him?” He asks y/n. “Y’a she does, rather well actually. We grew up together” Jungkook answers. “Y/n and I are married.” “WHAT!!” Ex exclaims “Since when?!” Ex continues “because we broke up about 2 months ago. The time checks out. So that would mean you cheated on me.” He reach’s.

“Well not exactly.” Jungkook goes on to explain. “Y/n and I were arranged by our parents when we were little. But then she chose to be with you and was disowned by her family. So when you guys broke up, she went back to her family under the condition that she marries me. How it was always supposed to be.” He finishes looking at ex.

“So wait.” Everyone turns to look at ex bff. “Y/n isn’t some poor gold digger “ex” found off the street? I don’t believe that.” She says spitefully. “I’ve know y/n for years and not once has she ever showed she is the heiress like you all say. I mean how come i’ve never seen or heard about her? Huh? Riddle me that?”

“Do you not know what disowned means you mamahuevo? Eh? Does anything flicker between the last two brain cells you have AI COÑAZO CULO! EL BURRO SABE MAS QUE TU!!” Gabriella screams at ex bff fed up with her bs this weekend, bout ready to jump her if she wasn’t worried for y/n’s stress levels.

“This is some Penelope Douglas ass shit bitch.” Meimi whispers to Jimin next to her waiting to see what happens next.

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connorntofficial · 7 months

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in the mood to talk abt Ed tonight!!!

so heres some fun facts real fast!!!!

Ed wears gloves ALL THE TIME after he started getting into crime! he started wearing gloves just to keep his prints off stuff, but now he wears them more as a sensory aid! he doesnt like most textures so once he started wearing gloves he kinda never stopped!

he also dresses like trash most of the time! he wears his bright green and purple whenever he is doing Riddler stuff, but when he isnt hes usually dressed in very trashy clothes! old tank tops, ripped up jeans, stained sweat pants, old college sweater, cheap tee shirts with faded graphics. he wears whatever is most comfortable or convenient all the time unless hes putting on a show!

and another fun fact is that hes agender!! him being agender doesn't have the biggest impact on his character. he doesnt even know hes agender! its just a fun little fact! him being agender doesnt affects much, mainly just how he views himself when compared to other men. Ed doesnt see himself as being the same as other people, he has VERY low empathy and cant really grasp that other people are actually people in the same way that he is. thus he cant connect to gender or other men because its a social construct made up by other people, and a construct that is only upheld by people in relation to one another! thus if he cannot connect to anyone at all and sees himself as being completely separate from them, he cant grasp gender, as he cant understand his identity in relation to others! IDK IF THAT MADE ANY SENSE!!! i tried my best to word it but idk

also this is a short one, but he changed his name from Nashton to Nygma once he moved out! both to separate himself from his family and also just for funsies!

#dc riddler #riddler fanart #riddler fanfic #edward nygma #edward nashton #ed nygma #gotham riddler

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staghunters · 30 days

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STAGHUNTERS NEOCITIES WEEE

Figured I should make a new post at this point because the other one is getting too long to keep reblogging. I've been tinkering away at the site and it is shaping up! Here's a lil page by page tour under the cut

you can view the site here!

Splash screen!

It's a little bumper so the css can load without it scrabling the home page. It looks alright, but to add some more text to the image, I have to make a new one in the death screen generator, which is not ideal.

The home page!

I've changed the middle window so it fits in better with the rest. Not very visually exciting there in terms of color, but it is for now the best look imo. Text there is aligned justified, I've condensed it a bit more and added the randomized quote section underneath it instead of it being a seperate window on the side.

To do list needs an update but is still accurate. The team is still there, but on the other side, I have set the blinkies to be a bit larger. The music player has been removed because I couldn't find a way to add songs to it that weren't included on the source site. Snufkin is here now. The webrings will need some more. Retronaut is there, but not functioning as it should. it just forwards you to random sites in the ring instead of where it should be, but I can't find what exactly I'm doing wrong with the code.

Another thing that is not working on neocities itself is the "last updated" part. For some reason it doesn't display there what it does display on my local html. Maybe a bug at neo.

And icons at the top on the nav par! Adds some more flair to the place. The footer has also received a minor update: it now has a sitemap link instead of another back-to-home url.

About!

I'm thinking of moving the small window with the short info to the right, but it is here for now. Links that are web-building related are on the right, also for my own referencing. The essentials lists on the left are hidden on load, but can be revealed by tapping the puttons. The lists are in tree-view and the window shouldn't expand over the cassette image once the construction sign is removed. Speaking of, the cassette has a lil playlist.

I might expand on the info a bit more, but that is for me to ponder. I liked including links to tumblr, the guestbook, and a button in case anyone wants to link my site on theirs.

Writing!

Hasn't really changed much. I've been looking at moving the sidebar info to be in the main section upon load, but idk if that would just make things more complicated. Right now it loads to an empty section there, stuff appears once you click a button. PDF support is only available once I'm a supporter of neocities, which i do wanna do but isn't a priority atm just for getting this part running. The links to ao3 will do just fine for now.

Journal!

The space for my rambling. It can be browsed by entry through the post-it, and all that seems to be functioning alright. Added a kitty and a sticker for decoration. The Stop Making Sense bumper sticker will now load a local video of the performance, but once again I won't be able to add this to the site until I get a supporter thing going. It plays/pauses on click, hehe.

Basement!

Decided to add a page for it. Basic info, schedule, link to the room, my letterboxd, and an overview of past movies. It's a nice spot on the site that is also the most cramped, but I like how it turned out.

BLUE SCREEN OF DEATH

In case any page/url error happens, you can send a movie recommendation to B (their askbox is linked when you open on desktop)

UNDER HEAVY CONSTRUCTION

The art and other pages are very much works in progress. Art can be up and running once I upload art to the site, but I'm not sure if I want to post full pieces here. Maybe I'll make it a space for sketch stuff that I'd otherwise discard.

As for the other page: I might be filing it under the writing page as a section, since the only thing here is WvW atm. It's cool that it has it's own thing, but I'm not sure if something that is basically a fanfic warrants such a space. That, or I keep it and drop all my other-media stuff in here so there's more to look at.

That's it for now! I got some ideas on how to continue, but they're not super-duper set in stone.

#stagcities #it's so much fun ough #takes time out of my other activities but certainly isn't a bore #neocities #web development

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scribbledghost · 1 year

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Haunted

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x Reader (no Y/N, gender neutral)

Rating: T

Word Count: 3,079

Warnings: angst with a happy ending, cursing, violence, mentions of death, hallucinations, horror elements, idk spooky stuff

Notes: Whiskey's haunted.

Short-term memory loss. Loss of fine motor skills. Emotional issues. Unusual, irrational behavior.

All things that Jack had been warned of during his recovery from the AlphaGel administration following his gunshot wound. The product wasn’t perfect - medical tools as revolutionary as this rarely were - but it had effectively brought him back from the dead, so he supposed he couldn’t complain. After all, once Ginger had rebooted his long-term memory, she’d made sure to sit down and explain all the possible (and probable) side effects to him before she let you take him home.

She’d forgotten to mention the nightmares, though. And the hallucinations.

Turns out that catching a glimpse of what’s beyond the mortal curtain can fuck up a person’s head for a while.

At first, he braved the side effects in silence. Ginger had told him they would largely subside within a month or so - perhaps even less if he really worked on regaining his motor skills. But a month came and went, and while he could at least zip his own jacket and brush his own teeth without issue now, he still couldn’t shake the dread that accompanied the notion that his brain was healing much slower than his body.

For starters, his memory was still under construction. You’d remind him of doctor’s appointments, important dates, or even what he’d just been talking to you about, but for some reason all that information seemed to seep out of him like sand through a sieve. He tried. He really did. But the sad look of pity mixed with disappointment that you gave him when you told him he’d forgotten your anniversary was something that would haunt him.

And speaking of haunting… there were other issues that he kept under wraps that he knew he probably shouldn’t.

Like having frequent hallucinations of his dead ex-wife, for example.

The first time he’d seen her, he’d been getting ready for bed. He’d just finished washing his face when he’d looked into the mirror and seen her dead-eyed, accusatory stare. He’d frozen in place, part of him wanting to turn around and face her and the other reverting back to an ancient instinct that told him if he didn’t move, she couldn’t see him.

“You weren’t there, Jack.”

Her voice was just like he remembered. A sickly pit had formed in his stomach at the realization. The feeling intensified tenfold once he glanced down and saw a red stain enveloping her. He wasn’t hallucinating her as he remembered, from when she was alive.

“We died. All because you weren’t there.”

He remembered little after that, just you looking at him with concern after you helped pick him up off the bathroom floor.

He’d called Ginger the next day, explaining he was “seein’ shit he wasn’t supposed’ta”. She’d admitted that in rare cases, the traumatic memory used to jump-start someone’s long-term memory would become… entrenched. Incredibly vivid flashbacks were common in these cases, and though she’d never heard of hallucinations like his, she supposed it was possible.

“It’s not as if we have an extensive amount of case studies to look at,” she’d said.

That had been the first time he’d seen his high school sweetheart from a lifetime past.

But it hadn’t been the last.

He saw her in his dreams (nightmares?) far more frequently than during his waking hours, but he was unfortunately still not safe during the day either. A common vision of her seemed to be as he slept, with her starting off in the distance murmuring something, her voice becoming clearer as she approached.

“...Fault… your… fault…”

She repeated the same thing. It was always the same damn phrase as she started at a slow walk then progressed to a sprint despite not moving her legs. By the time she caught up to him, she was always screaming.

“Your fault your fault YOUR FAULT YOUR FAULT-”

Jack lost count of how many nights he spent sobbing into his hands as you wrapped your arms around him and leaned against his back.

You tried to help him. Bless your heart, you tried so hard. He could tell. He overheard hushed conversations between you and Ginger sometimes, heard you asking what more you could do, saying there had to be something to help him as opposed to just reacting to the visions.

Sometimes he’d catch sight of her out of the corner of his eye when he was with you. You picked up on it quickly, telling him later that if he tensed up out of nowhere, it was a pretty safe bet that he’d seen her. You weren’t wrong.

After a few months of suffering from her impromptu appearances, something dawned on him. He never saw the gunshot wound that had killed her. By the time he’d arrived, she was already under a sheet, and the coroner had only uncovered her head so he could identify her. So why was he seeing the ugly red stain across her torso?

“You’re probably seeing what you thought she would’ve looked like,” you said gently when he brought it up to you. “Hallucinations don’t have to be something you’ve already seen.”

Jack sighed and raked a hand down his face. He was sure he looked terrible - the sight of himself in the mirror was growing more pitiful by the day. Dark circles beneath his eyes, gaunt features as if he were wasting away, less color in his complexion. But something continued to eat away at him. Something about the way he saw her didn’t seem right.

Late one night, when neither of you could sleep, he’d explained what death was like to you, though he couldn’t remember much. It was dark, he was confused. He’d just been in a cabin in the mountains, and suddenly he was… nowhere and everywhere all at once. But one feeling overpowered any other - the feeling that he wasn’t supposed to be there. Not because he was supposed to still be alive or because he still had unfinished business, but because he was… trespassing somehow. He was seeing and feeling things he wasn’t meant to.

And something told him that the universe had ways of punishing those who wandered into the hidden parts of itself.

The days went by, and he continued to see her. She was always so… angry. Furious, in fact. It confused him, in a way. She’d always been so happy and loving when she was alive. Her behavior and words now went against his view of how she’d be now.

“You did this,” she seethed on more than one occasion. “You could have saved us, Jack. But you didn’t. You. Weren’t. There.”

The guilt threatened to eat him alive all over again. He tried to drown it in liquor, just as he had the first time. At least now you were there to help pick him up off the floor, though that only added to the shame he felt. He’d already failed to protect one love, and here he was, burdening another.

He felt helpless. If seeing her truly was a long-lasting effect of the AlphaGel process, then there was every likelihood that she would never go away. He frequently wondered if he saw her more often than he remembered, but the spots where her apparition resided in his memory were blank. Just like so many other spaces there.

Jack hated himself. He hated the way you looked at him when he mentioned her to you. He’d tried to lie and say she’d disappeared, but you’d seen right through him. As if he were a freshly-cleaned pane of glass. He knew you felt just as helpless as he did, but he could tell the frustration was creeping into you as time passed. A fatigue brought on by having to keep him under such close supervision, if he had to guess, combined with the misguided anger at yourself for not being able to fix this. He couldn’t blame you at all, and if he was any less capable of picking up on your microscopic expressions and tone changes, he would’ve been none the wiser.

He tried medications. So many he lost track of which ones he’d been on and which ones he hadn’t. He tried therapy, but it didn’t work. Tried ignoring her altogether, though that one seemed to only make her vitriol more severe. He tried listening to music, but her voice always cut through. Tried exercise, but he could only work out so many hours per day before dropping from exhaustion, and then he’d just be stuck in another nightmare.

Finally, one day when he’d reached the end of his proverbial rope, he brought you with him to have a chat with Ginger in person.

“I know what you’re thinking, Jack,” his former love said condescendingly from the corner. “You can’t run from this. It’s useless to try.”

Maybe it was, but he had to try nonetheless.

He should’ve known you’d push back against it, though.

“You’re out of your goddamn mind!” you cried, standing from your chair next to him.

“Maybe so,” he’d responded shortly, “but this is the only thing I can think of. It’s the biggest hail-mary I’ve got, but I’ve gotta do it. Maybe then she’ll leave me the fuck alone.”

He looked up at you with tired eyes.

“You know I love you,” he said, “I love you more than anythin’ else on this goddamn planet. But I’ve got to try this. Whether you like it or not.”

“And what if something goes wrong, huh?” you said, raising your voice, “What if the memory reset doesn’t work at all this time? Or what if you go through all this just to find out it didn’t work?”

“Those are chances I’ll have’ta take.”

“Jack, you’re -” you sighed in frustration before sitting back down. Ginger sat silently across from the two of you, observing the exchange.

“Do you realize what you’re asking me to do?” you said softly. “You’re asking me to watch you die and all I can do is sit here and pray they can bring you back. It was bad enough getting that phone call the first time, and I wasn’t even there to see it happen.”

Tears welled in your eyes, and Jack felt another surge of guilt. Perhaps he should’ve just left you at home. Come here alone, then returned when he’d regained his long-term memories.

No, that wouldn’t have worked either. You would’ve known what he’d done from the minute he got home. Better to have you on board from the beginning.

His guilt faded to a spark of anger as he heard someone no one else could see laughing mockingly from the corner.

“I know,” Jack said gently, leaning forward and pulling you to him in as much of an embrace as he could. “I know, darlin’. And I’m sorry. But I can’t keep goin’ like this, an’ I know you can’t either. I can’t keep listenin’ to her tell me everythin’ was my fault, or that one day I’ll fail you in the same way I did her. I can’t live with it anymore. If I thought anythin’ else in the world would work, I’d try it. But this… this is all I’ve got.”

You heaved another sigh against him.

“You don’t have’ta be here when it happens,” he continued. “We can put you up somewhere where you won’t hear nothin’ then we can bring you back once I’m fixed up. You don’t have’ta see this.”

“Jack, if something goes wrong and this is the last time I see you, I’d never forgive myself for not being here. I’m not leaving.”

He pulled you away from him, gave you a gentle kiss that he hoped conveyed all the emotions he couldn’t put words to, and turned to Ginger.

“How long until you can be ready?”

“Five minutes, more or less,” she said. “I’m a fine shot, but I’d feel better if we called someone else in to do this.”

“Maybe you could find the ones who killed me,” mocked the apparition. “They sure had good aim.”

In the end, Agent Champagne was called from his office. After a quick explanation of what had been going on, Jack watched his senior agent grab his pistol from his holster and click the safety off.

“Let’s do this then,” he said. “Get this over with an’ pray it works.”

Jack kissed you again before reminding you of his love as he ducked into the small room Ginger had appropriated for the event. “Easier to clean later,” she’d said. You stood outside the door, and Jack hoped the steel would muffle some of the gunshot before it got to you. He stood in the center, with Champagne off to his left and Ginger not too far behind him. Champ gave him a countdown, and he used it to collect his thoughts, should they be his final ones.

“5…”

Your face bore the evidence of your tears. He wished he could be closer to wipe them away.

“4…”

He heard her voice again, grating and mocking. He’d once loved her more than life itself. What had happened to her?

“3…”

Above all else, he hoped this worked. Not just so he’d stop seeing her, but so he could go back to enjoying where he was truly supposed to be - with you.

“2…”

“Close your eyes,” he mouthed to you as you stared from behind the window. You’d insisted on being there, but he really, truly did not want you to see this.

“1.”

He didn’t even hear the crack of the pistol. Everything just… went dark. Much like it had the first time.

What a strange experience, dying twice.

He’d expected the same dark, foreboding expanse from before. The same nagging feeling that he was infringing on a place he wasn’t meant to see. But neither of those things came to pass.

Instead, he found himself in the light.

As his eyes adjusted, he realized he was outside, though he could feel no warmth. He could see waves of grass, wildflowers, far-off mountains… everything he’d imagined paradise to be.

And he did not feel as though he was trespassing.

If he would’ve still felt the need to breathe, he would’ve sighed in relief.

“You’re early, Jack.”

He startled and whipped around, but although he heard her, he did not see her.

“Why?” he blurted before he could think. “Why’ve you been so… so… angry?”

“Oh, Jack,” her voice sounded again. There was no hint of malice, no mocking anger. It was as sweet and gentle as he always remembered it being before… before she left him.

“You brought something back you shouldn’t have,” she said. “A part of me I thought I’d released. You weren’t wrong when you thought you weren’t supposed to be where you went last time. It’s not a place where anything good is supposed to go.”

“‘Brought somethin’ back’?” he asked. “So you mean I was seein’ fuckin’ ghosts?”

A laugh met his ears, bright and gentle as a summer breeze.

“In a way, perhaps. But you’re here for now, a place where it can’t follow.”

“Will she - I mean, will you? It? Be gone when I go back?”

“It should be, yes.”

He sagged in relief.

“I’m… I’m sorry,” he said finally. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there.”

“My darling,” her voice wafted to him, “there was nothing you could have done. It wasn’t your fault.”

Jack jolted awake, looking around and breathing heavily for a few panicked seconds as he was met with the sterile white tiles around him. Where was he? Where had he just been?

He didn’t know.

He did know that the nurse (or doctor?) in front of him was very pretty though.

He tried spittin’ as much game as he could as he lifted himself off of the bed he’d been in, but she seemed unphased. She mumbled something along the lines of “I hope this works” before pulling a photo out of her pocket. He took it from her, asking who she was.

“She was your wife,” the woman explained. Wife? No, that couldn’t be right. “Died in a robbery. Wrong place, wrong time.”

Jack was about to correct her, to tell her that he had no recollection of the face in front of him, but he never got the chance to speak. Because all at once, it was like someone had snuck up on him from behind and bludgeoned him with a hammer.

He caught glimpses as they went by, like a photo projector that was out of control. He felt every ounce of pain, joy, and everything in between from the past few decades in a matter of seconds.

When he returned to himself, he stared at the picture in his hand and recognized her. He looked up at Ginger, and just as he opened his mouth to ask where you were -

“Next door.”

He handed her the photo and all but sprinted from the room.

He found you with your head in your hands, sitting on one of the couches. When you looked up at him, it was as if you’d seen a ghost, with wide eyes and tear-stained cheeks.

“Hey baby, I-”

You cut him off as you slammed into him, wrapping your arms around him as you buried your face in his shoulder and sobbed.

“It was taking so long,” you cried, “I was so scared-”

“I know, sugar, I know,” he soothed, holding you close as he ran a hand along your back. “But I’m back. I’m here. It’s okay now.”

Jack held you for an eternity, not wanting to part from you until he had to. But eventually, Ginger followed and summoned him back to the lab for testing, just to make sure everything was repairing itself correctly.

He held your hand as you drove him home. He knew the healing process would have to be redone all over again, though in his heart he did not mind it. Later he would tell you what he’d seen, what he’d heard. But in the meantime, he simply allowed himself to exist. Allowed you to help him regain some of his functioning, allowed himself to revel in the quiet. He allowed the two of you to return to your normal, loving ways, without the constant fear he’d held onto for the past several months.

He did not hear her voice. Did not see her accusatory stare.

He only heard her memories on the wind, reminding him that her fate had not been his to uphold. And finally, at long last, he believed her and set her free.

#agent whiskey #agent whiskey x reader #ghost scribbles

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starlightshore · 1 year

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Do you have any tips for people that want to make a game but don't know where to start?

firstly!!!! congrats on your new game dev journey!!!! you're going to make cool things and i hope you have fun doing so. it's a truly unique and rewarding process. i wish you the best!

but yes so my advice: i'd start small.

it's far more rewarding to make small things and complete them then jump into something far bigger than your skill set, time and energy is capable of doing.

i had a friend who back when UT was new, messaged Toby Fox himself and he recommend starting a smaller project.

in practice this means: learning the basics. get a square to move around, get a game of space rocks to work. build smaller games that take 20 minutes to complete, try different genres and different things to build up your understanding gradually. it's a steep learning curve, but once you get the basics the more intermediate stuff starts to click.

2) share your work

nothing is a stronger motivator than positive feedback. share your game with those you trust (not necessarily the web, though if you have a web community you're a part of, doesn't hurt to share there too). Having people hype u up or give you solid feedback (constructively and with your permission!) is a great way to motivate yourself to make things. that said, if you find worth in the act of creation and making the art -that's also great! art doesn't have to be shared to be of value.

but art is a form of communication, and is most often shared to spread an idea. so even if its not for the whole world. sometimes just your family or close friends are enough and all that matter.

3) have fun!

idk your life but i'd assume you're not jumping into this expecting a career. if you're not responsible for a pateron or fundrasier to you know, employement, this is a hobby. and it should be treated as such. don't let it dictate your life and don't let it worsen it either. you can always quit. you can always step back and take a break. there's no shame in not finishing something, or saying "this isn't for me."

that said, i do hope it's something you enjoy. i wouldn't be able to work on Angel's this long if I didn't believe in the story I was telling or loved the process of making it.

games, are, on some level the destination. we do have a goal to complete. but as game developers, we don't exist solely for the final product. it is a journey we choose to embark within our lives. make it a good one, a healthy one that's balanced, and ultimatum; a fun one.

happy game dev journey, anon <3

if you need any specific help or recommendations don't be afraid to ask. (though i only know gamemaker)

#personal stuff #sams replies

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toskarin · 2 years

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Idk if you mind answering , but could you talk more about the setting? I think the concept is pretty cool.

Boyfriend of Steel's setting is kind of like Gundam 00's, in the specific way that I like space elevators

jokes aside it's all pretty vague and subject to change. some elements I keep finding myself coming back to, so I'll scribble those below the break

assorted rambles ahead!

earth

the human race lives on, with only five thousand recognized humans and a couple billion "living assets" left on earth. mining has been rendered impossible following centuries of ultra-complex construction, leaving earth with a second crust of compressed rubble and a third crust of incomprehensibly massive cities, built-upon former streets still haphazardly lit by power grids that are religiously maintained

because of the megalopolis layer creating difficulty in mining, most metal is either salvaged from the labyrinthine subterranean cities or pulled directly from space, as "fresh metal"

noble clans make up the five thousand recognized earth humans, with the others being used as bargaining chips and currency. oddly enough, there's no war on earth because the noble clans signed a treaty to stop their turf wars after a cataclysmic attempt to destabilize part of the megalopolis resulted in widespread apocalypse

in short, earth is a miserable bodyfarm of a planet run by feudal nobles who import metal from space and salvage the rest. it's got a space elevator and a bunch of colonies in orbit

other places

life isn't so horrible everywhere, with orbital colonies maintaining more reasonable standards of life (as would be required for producing viable soldiers) and various other civilizations existing throughout the solar system

there's an overgrown flesh computer on the moon, but it's so thoroughly cordoned off by treaties that nobody actually knows what to think of it.

necrosurgery

following a military arms race, electronics and computing were pushed to their limit in orbital and stellar warfare. while they're still in common use, they're so easily taken out that most militaries have moved to necrosurgical engineering (the process of grafting corpses into organic computers and weaponry) for important computing. this is where we start getting into the setting's version of "minovsky physics" and if you can accept this premise, most of the other stuff works

the story goes that pygmalions were developed on accident originally, when human fetal cells began to scaffold in unexpected ways in proximity to corpses. fast forward a great deal of time and you've got empires sacrificing millions to create gigantic psychic vampire insects, pairing them with pilots who form an emotional link

basilisks take the place of computer viruses for flesh matrices, which is part of the reason a pygmalion is, by design, completely isolated.

without a paired pilot, a pygmalion is just a human mind that communicates with nobody else and is left to fester on its own. when this happens, they tend to lose touch with reality, if not losing their sense of self entirely. the latter type behave like flesh-hungry insects and can gradually empty planets if left uncontrolled

a true pygmalion is actually a symbiotic entity formed by a pilot and their mecha. the mass produced variety don't have long-term pilots and tend to use drugs to ensure that the pilot is in the same berserker state as their mecha. true pygmalions can subsist off their pilot's blood and love, but mass produced ones need to consume flesh en masse

all of them tend to be plated in livery and metal, but because they're bug-shaped and need a full range of motion to fight effectively, that can prove a bit difficult

what are the gijinka things

a pygmalion creates a psychic link with its pilot and begins to project images into their mind. in return, the pilot can communicate with them. if the pilot and the pygmalion are united for long enough, the pygmalion can create sensory hallucinations of themselves in any form they please

are the ones I posted "actually" boys? not necessarily. pygmalions only really maintain gender for interfacing with humans, and when they're communicating with each other, they tend to care more about their lineages and loyalties

their names are also self-chosen, although their sponsors (the factions which create them via necrosurgery) tend to offer suggestions. some hold their names with more importance than other, and the naming convention of mythological figures is very popular among earth nobles

a pygmalion is, at its core, a weapon which can feel and hold relationships with other guns

#boyfriendofsteel #giving it a tag because I might as well lmao

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azumasoroshi · 1 year

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shizaya fights are cool

forever thinking about how fun shizuo and izaya's chase scenes are because they're always based on the environment <333 like fighting in a giant empty arena has always been meh to me i LOVE when fights incorporate the setting like the train/construction zone fights in shang-chi and any of gray's fights from weak hero and stuff like that

and the nature of shizaya's fights is literally them using every object in ikebukuro to try to kill each other with (including trucks) so of course there's a TON of environment interaction and even if it's not practical at all (shizuo probably could have killed izaya a million times over if he just punched him instead of...pressing his forehead against his???? or throwing the truck at him instead of backwards????) it's SO fun to watch

if i ever learn to animate properly id really wanna make another one of their chase scenes because explosions and fire laser beams are cool but vaulting off of sign posts stuck in the sides of buildings is even cooler

OR write about it in fanfiction, tbh shizaya fics skip over the fights too much or just have them running and cut to them being exhausted like MAN show your work give me the good shit or ill write it myself (that sounds like SO much more fun compared to writing 'he slashed the other's clothes with his sword, missing by a hare's breadth and scowling as the other rushed forward to compensate for his wavering balance" or something. maybe i tried too hard on that one but IDK I DONT LIKE WRITING FIGHT SCENES

they're generally really hard to not get repetitive for me but there'd be so much less repetition in a shizaya fight becase you're always moving and you can always throw new stuff into the equation so it's not just the same old movements over and over. and you can change locations too like what if they're fighting in an aquarium?? fucking uh oh dude

or like. them "trading weapons" would be fun, where shizuo starts throwing the knives he's acquired from izaya over the years/the ones he catches in his teeth and izaya like. im not sure what he would do but maybe shizuo launches a bunch of things at some ceiling panelling and they get stuck in it and izaya cuts them down and all the stuff falls on shizuo like stalectites and he has to run to get out from under it. that kind of stuff

i cant focus on anything else rn because i just watched this for like the seventh time this week and just hhHHHHH (it's mirrored but apparently it's from an ova so you can probably watch the whole unmirrored episode somewhere)

youtube

i love how ovas are usually for fanservice stuff and durarara fans' fanservice is full shizaya fight. they knew what we wanted and by god they delivered

#shizaya #shizuo heiwajima #izaya orihara #durarara #im not hyperfixating i swear #also bless the very few tags i have to use for them #thank god they only have one set of names i have to use #no localized differences or anything #or hero names #COUGH bnha and dgs AHEM #Youtube

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6of575 · 6 days

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my goal is to try and make at least a post a day on here, even if its nothin very interesting to anybody else

i feel like,,, if i can finally successfully make it a habit to post and engage, it might just trick my brain from task avoidance

so! post done and heres the part for me thats fun:

(under a cut since its ramblin long)

the books im currently reading concurrently are some conlang construct books mr am got me that have been on my wishlist for ages, along with a very cool book about black holes and theories surrounding them, which mr am loaned to me from his collection

one of the things we share is a love of science and space, and more specifically, stars and time travel and all the things about our known universe that black holes straight up break

i have a lot of fun chatting with him; i really cant overstate the value of a friend so genuine, who i am never too much of, and i can talk about all my interests without the reflexive dread creeping on in

all that bullshit i learned growing up, yanno the kind: "im boring, im dumb, who could possibly enjoy swapping rock facts, much less listen to hours of it even when it our interests DONT align"

like, theres so much else about my friendship with him thats meaningful, but thats top tier right there

and lately? ive gotten a few others in my corner, who when i share, im starting to feel like that with them, too

its so weird! to have gone from one person to a tiny community of folks (and i mean little! its like,, five? six? of us max usually) that thrive on a love of the weird and the cringe and the stubborn hope

plenny others have waxed more eloquent than me about this sorta thing--how fandom spaces come sorta pre-fab with common, shared interests that its fans bring, and they build their fort and theres rules already laid out, and it becomes a second (sometimes first) home, of sorts

but when its starting from scratch, when its about stuff and is made by people that others just wouldnt ordinarily invest in or look at without outside prompting, thats not the same! its not a bad thing, more neutral, but its stressful, its really such a lonely feeling

except--when you finally find it, that person, and thats a community of its own, and it can grow, and suddenly you swappin stories, throwing jokes! and memes and links and hey inevitably, theres also those what ifs about your little guys

and everything is srs and sacred and everything is hilarious and "i cant believe this is real life" levels of stupid

you get to learn habits and quirks and whole personalities

"hey this reminded me of you" "hey, check out this view" "oh, thats right, yer the possum dude" "you love medieval lore--and i read this, and what do you think about it, too"

its suddenly kind of a fandom space after all, and its like, still work of course, reaching for and keeping more and being a person with, it aint that neat or pretty

but its got warmth and joy and expansion, after a lifetime of making yourself small enough to try and fit

you end up fans of your friends, fans of their life, hyping each other up and up and up about the most mundane shit and it starts to look like not even the skys the limit

planning things to do together, spending long hours into the night to parallel play with vidgames or watchin movies like time aint nothin thisll last forever, right? (it doesnt, always, but thats also part of this, and the ones that stay, the ones that work with you

those are the ones waking up to backread your chats like its the morning newspaper

and your life matters

like its better than the best hot goss, its saturday morning cartoons and their favour ice cream flavours

only now we adults and its also commiseratin over breakups and bills, and cross-country moves, and its celebrating that i saw chickens in the yard today and you finally got your boygirlthemsomethin gender fuckery juice)

idk idk idk

i feel some kinda way about all that

i never thought id make it so far that im nearly forty

never thought id get to ask "okay, well, now what? what do i wanna do, and try, and be?"

im... starting small i think, and im for reals happy, happier than i have been in years; i learned how to be alla my friends biggest fans, and im starting to finally believe

other people can feel that way about me

i just really think thats kinda neat

#6oftext #hexfold glories: transparent stories

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spongebob-connoisseur · 1 year

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can you rate some sbsp ships? idk i think it’s fun seeing peoples opinions on them haha

Oh sure! I feel like I did this before but I can't find the original post so I'll do it again 👌

I don't particularly ship any of the sb characters so its going to be mostly my thoughts.

Squidbob - 6.5/10 - I'm going to get hate but I never cared for the sunshine x grumpy ships. I don't hate it. In fact it's probably the only type of sunshine x grumpy ship that I'm not completely indifferent to. Spongebob is super affectionate towards squid and Squid doesn't want to admit he cares for him but he does. It already has a good set up. Its cute. I'm not a ride or die for it but its nice.

Tho for a long time I assumed Squid was way older than Spongebob (before the age changes from kamp koral) which is also why I never got around to shipping them. I think squid is still a little older but by 2-3 years.

Patbob - 6.5/10 - Same rating as squidbob. Tho I prefer silly x silly ships so I feel like I'll be a little biased towards this one. I feel like I previously would have given this a lower rating but recent episodes make me like it a little bit more. Particularly more recent episodes showing hoe much Patrick cares for spongebob and defends him and even gets a little jealous when someone else gets some of SB's affection. Its too cute and I want more of it <3 I'll just pretend the jerky Patrick episodes don't exist.

Patsquid - 6/10. - a recent one! Episodes like Squisery and Pat Hearts Squid is what prompted it. I never thought Squidward and Patrick would ever get along but they do! And very well. Patrick is very enthusiastic to learn and do whatever Squid is learning and Squidward has someone who's actually interested in him. Patrick is very malleable and Squidward can easily mold him into what he wants. But even without that, they can have fun together. Unexpected duo but one I really enjoy watching.

Spandy - 3/10 - I remember folks on DA were ride or die for this ship. I on the other hand just don't see it. She's like a big sister figure to him. This is the one ship I just can't get around to liking. Its just there. No beef to anyone who likes it.

Plabs - 7.5/10 - the angst fics and stuff are what makes it interesting. SB fans took the episode Friend or Foe and used it to fuel most of this ship. That episode sits on the shoulders of god. On a surface level they don't seem much interesting. Two enemies who fight every week or so. But the show ended up developing their relationship a lot in seasons 4-5 and folks just can't let it go. Two childhood best friends who ended up having a fight and falling out with each other. But they still fight as adults just so they can see each other. Both of them getting depressed when the other has "moved on". They can't be together because of pride but they also can't stand to be apart from each other. High quality fanfiction material.

They like each other but they also would never admit it. But one would sabotage the other so they'd never leave them. They have so much potential. I wish more recent episodes would go into this further. I really want more of it.

Idk they sorta remind me of the quote "You construct intricate rituals which allow you to touch the skin of other men" Yeah that's these two specifically.

I really want to see these two break the cycle and actually face their feelings lol

Plankaren - 2/10 - if we're talking about the musical characters tho then it gets 7/10. But in the main show. Nah. Plankton is just horrible to Karen. I feel sorry for her a lot of the time. She desperately wants his affection but this man would rather smooch his enemy than her. I get why she's like that. She should poison her husband. As a lil treat <3

Tho their musical counterparts are super cute. Two evil geniuses who want to take over the world and their love is fueled by their lust for tyranny. A match made in heaven <3

Karendy - 8/10 - super cute! I didn't expect to care for it much but recent episodes proved otherwise. They get along so well. Karen really has a type for geniuses. Except Sandy is actually nice to her and compliments her and the recent Gal Pals only made me enjoy their duo even more. I want more of it.

Puffkrabs - 5.5/10. I find the episode Krusty Love so cute and I would've given them a higher rating if I was just talking about that episode but male characters in SB often have a track record of being shit boyfriends/husbands so yeah. I REALLY don't like the direction their relationship has been going as of recent. I guess its inevitable but I always thought it was sweet that Krabs liked Puff so much that he didn't care about money for a moment. Also the fact that their both likely widows/widowers makes it somewhat interesting to me. But of course bad habits die hard and Mr. Krabs's love of money is harming their relationship and they nearly broke up. That's not even the main problem, since she doesn't care about money much. It's just him being a problem. Idk its kinda sad. I wish it could've been better but at least she isn't in Karen's shoes.

Squilliam/Squidward - 6.5/10 - (can't remember the ship name for this one) who doesn't want to see former high school sweethearts constantly feeling the need to one up each other? Of course they were never confirmed to be high school sweethearts but that's what I like to imagine where their beef began.

We have that thing where Squidward trying to imagine Squilliam in his underwear then going "oh no he's hot!". That's kinda fruity.

We have so many episodes where Squidward feels the need to impress Squilliam. Why do you as a man feel the need to impress other men? 🤔 and the bikini bottom inquirer episodes has Squilliam regularly call the news channel just to rant about Squidward. Squilliam always wants to act like he's so much better but if he was then he probably wouldn't be so obsessed with Squidward that he feels the need to call strangers on the news just to rant about him. Also I think Squilliam is probably pretty isolated so he likely has no one else to talk to. I feel like Perch allows Squilliam to call up just to talk smack about his ex knowing this guy still isn't over his feelings for him.

I enjoy the drama between two bitter exes. Makes for excellent entertainment. 👌

Larry/Squidward - 5.5/10 - they could have had it aaaaaall. The episode Squid plus one is what prompted this. They make for good friends and even more. But neither have much respect for each other's interests so they fell out. But imagine if they did learn respect for each other's interests? What if they held hands? They looked so happy with each other💔😿

Gale/Perch - 5.5/10 there's not much to go off of. They're both work at the news station. One is a reporter and the other is a weather guy. I feel like SB has a crush on Gale tho. I think this ship is more for self indulgence than any interesting character development. Still no beef. I kinda do want to see them interact more.

Squill/Perch - 6/10 - Squilliam constantly calling in to vent about Squidward is hilarious. Perch I'd just over it but instead of blocking Squilliam, he allows him to talk. There's potential in this. Rn Perch is probably Squilliam's only ""friend"" and is the only one he can really talk to. They can support each other and be friends. Or even more. Its funny i would've never thought this ship would be a thing but the bikini bottom inquirer is fueling content for it.

Slapferatu 5.5/10? - A recent contender! It's literally goth Squidbob. Kinda on the fence for this one. I like it but I somewhat don't know what to feel about it. Same grumpy x sunshine dynamic except its made spooky 👻. I like spooky things so its a little bit more digestable. I kinda want to see them interact a little bit more so I can judge better but the episodes we have, has some interesting stuff. Slappy is down BAD for Nosferatu. I mean that comes with being the Renfield in their relationship. Somehow I always thought Nosferatu would be much more harsher to Slappy like in a slapstick kind of way. Like barely tolerating him and being this 👌 close to killing him but doesn't because no one else would work for him. But he actually does like Slappy quite a bit and shows a lil affection, he treats him a lot nicer than I expected. Its sweet.

Also Slappy is self admitted to liking abuse. So uhh if he does get smacked around by Nosferatu then you know its consensual.

Still, uhh I kinda don't like how Slippy is getting sidelined by all this. I didn't know what to make of her when she was first introduced but now I like her and I like how she has a silly x silly thing going on with Laszlo so it's a little sad. SB characters stop being shit to ur gf/wife challenge. Tho I think she'd probably is fine with Laszlo devoting his undead life and soul to a vampire. I feel like she knows and she's fine with it. Probably gives him tips on how to woo the vampire.

There's some kind of absurdity to this ship because we have a 1922 german horror movie character being shipped with a fish parody of a dead Hungarian actor. If you use human!Slappy in this ship you'll see what I mean. There's also the same absurdity with Slippy/Slappy because they're both fish parodies of Peter Lorre. How does that work.

Idk if Slippy/Slappy is with mentioning on this list because there's not much to go off. So uhh yeah.

Anyways shout out to that one person who began shipping Slapferatu the moment the synopsis for Slappy Daze dropped. You're too powerful to live.

There ya go! The ship list. Hope ya enjoy it. I hope you print this out and use the paper to roll it into a fat blunt and smoke it. I hope you snort the ashes too 👍

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