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seokmthw · 8 months

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oh shit, are we in love? | zhang hao

⇢ pairing: zhang hao x reader

⇢ warnings: fluff, a smidge of angst, brief mentions of a toxic relationship

⇢ word count: 1.5k

prompt #5 "you don't have to be so brave with me"

prompt #12 "let's kiss and see where it takes us"

⇢ note: i realized i'm severely lacking zhang hao on my main masterlist and saw this request sitting in my inbox and just had to write it. i went a little crazy with the word count, but hao is so easy for me to write for so it came naturally to me. i hope you all enjoy!

you sniffled, hand coming up to wipe the stinging hot tears away from your eyes, which were focused on the screen of your phone, an image of you and your now ex-boyfriend on full display for you to see. you’d been managing your breakup a lot worse than you anticipated, and when the photo had shown up in your memories, it caused something within you to snap and you cried harder than you have over the past several months since your breakup. maybe it was how happy you looked while he appeared to be losing his love for you, or maybe it was because you longed so badly for something like that again, but you just couldn’t stop the flow of your tears once they started.

throughout your mourning process, you relied very heavily on zhang hao, a boy you met in your music class a couple of semesters ago. he was always there for you when you needed him and made time for you even when he was busy with something. he was the type of person whose presence alone was comforting and you were grateful to have someone like him in your life.

you'd grown almost a little too fond of zhang hao. every little brush of his hand against yours or the hug he gave you when you needed it the most shouldn't have been making the butterflies in your belly flutter around, but they did, and you weren't sure what to make of it. part of you wondered if it was too soon, or if he might be the person you dreamed of being with all along, but you didn't want to ruin what you currently had and decided to keep your lips sealed.

during your most recent state of hysteria, you texted him something almost incoherent about not wanting to be alone and needing him by your side more than ever, but now that you had calmed down a little bit, you tried taking back your words and apologizing to him. but hao was stubborn, and despite being in the middle of his violin practice, he responded quickly and told you he was packing his things up and would be on his way soon.

you felt a little guilty, sure, but the bigger majority of your brain was just ecstatic he would be there, and you'd be able to vent and be in his presence. almost as if on a queue, the sound of his knuckles rapping lightly against your door was echoing throughout your room, mingling with a sniffle as you rose from your nest of blankets on your bed and shuffled to the door.

pulling the heavy, wooden object toward you, hao greeted you with gentlest and softest smile you think you'd ever seen from him. you stepped aside, allowing him entry into your room - which was a disaster, but he never really cared - and watched as he set his belongings down on the floor at the foot of your bed. you shut the door, turning around to be greeted with his arms outstretched, welcoming you to melt into him whenever you were ready.

it didn't take long, because within mere seconds you had your arms secured around his waist and your cheek resting on his chest. hao's arms wrapped around your shoulders, enveloping you in a warmth you didn't know you needed, and he rested his chin atop your head.

you sighed, new tears springing into your eyes and dripping onto your cheeks, and inevitably soaking through the fabric of his sweatshirt. you squeezed him slightly, desperate to get him as physically close to you as possible while mumbling, “thank you for coming here, i’m sorry i interrupted your violin practice.”

“hey now, you don't have to be sorry,” his voice was soft as he spoke, “besides, the instructor often wonders why i even show up because he thinks i’m a musical genius. when i told him i needed to go, he barely even let me finish my sentence and was practically pushing me out of the door.”

“well still, you didn't have to come at all. it's just me being a little ridiculous anyway,” you replied, finally pulling away from him and motioning for him to join you in snuggling down under your blankets.

he crawled into the bed beside you, allowing you to settle down into his side, your head resting gently on his shoulder as he pulled the thick comforter over the two of you. hao glanced down at you, parting his lips to speak, “emotions you feel are never ridiculous you know. you can talk about whatever it is you want and i will never judge you or think you're being silly.”

you nodded, hesitant to even say anything at all, so instead you just allowed your eyes to flutter shut, letting your words die in your throat so you didn't mess up and say the wrong thing.

hao was quick to notice, even though you felt you were hiding it pretty well. he brushed a strand of hair out of your face, concern evident in his expression as he said, “you don't have to be so brave with me. what’s on your mind?”

you shifted slightly, anxious to even think about beginning to tell him anything, but your mouth worked quicker than you mind, “it's just, throughout this whole breakup process, i think i’ve realized i have feelings for someone and it feels so soon but so right and i don't know what to do.”

“you're a human being, it's only natural you have feelings for people. besides, it's been months since your breakup and you're allowed to move on if you want to,” he stated matter-of-factly.

“i’m just scared it'll ruin everything,” you replied, averting your gaze from his to find interest in your chipping nail polish instead.

“well, if they're someone who truly cares about you, then they wouldn't let it ruin anything,” unbeknownst to you, he never looked away from you, “maybe you could tell them, the worst that could happen is that they say no.”

you sighed, “that's thing, i did just tell him.”

looking up, you caught the shocked expression of hao. the corners of your mouth twitched up ever so slightly, voice barely above a whisper as you said, “it's you, hao.”

the look on his face was incredibly difficult for you to read. you could feel panic beginning to settle in, knowing you had more than likely screwed everything up, and you couldn't help the tears that began to fall again. the only thing you could manage to say was “i’m sorry” in between your little cries, trying to put as much distance between the two of you as you could.

hao caught you off guard, pulling you back to him, hands cupping your face gently. he wiped the tears away with his thumbs, asking, “now why on earth are you sorry?”

“because i can tell you don't feel the same and that i just made everything so awkward,” you refused to make eye contact with him as you answered his question.

you heard a small chuckle slip past his lips, “y/n, you're not making anything awkward. i’m just surprised you return my feelings at all. why do you think i’ve always been so eager to spend time with you, even when i’m occupied with other things?”

now it was your turn to adorn a baffled look, jaw slightly agape as you processed his words. hao was the first to say something again, this time keeping your overall well-being in mind, “this doesn't have to move fast, it can be at whatever pace you want. it honestly could just not happen at all. tell me what you want and i’ll give it to you, i promise.”

“i-” you started, opening and closing your mouth like a fish out of water, desperate to find the right words. finally, you settled on, “let’s kiss and see where it takes us?”

you felt extremely shy asking, almost shrinking into yourself at such an absurd request, but hao wouldn't let you, because within mere seconds he was closing the distance between the two of you and molding his lips with yours. you gripped onto the front of his sweatshirt ever so slightly, eyes fluttering closed and the feeling of pure euphoria filling up every inch of your body.

you hadn't felt so seen or appreciated in a long time, and finally getting to kiss the boy you'd dreamed of for so long was almost surreal. you became putty in his hands, allowing him to pull you closer to his body, a string of kisses following suit.

you finally pulled away for air, your grin reflecting hao’s as you said, “i think i like where this is going.

“good,” he beamed, giving you another kiss in between his words, “because i do too.”

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writingjourney · 10 days

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I’m in need of some advice and kind words. As a fellow writer I’m really struggling to believe people will and want to read my stuff. There’s no real engagement anymore and I’m worried that if I post my long-form fic that no one will give it a chance. It’s really bringing me down because I love it so much but it feels like no matter what I try to do my stuff just doesn’t get seen or liked? I’ve even thought about changing my entire way of how I do things since I don’t think the way I write is working for the masses. How do you keep up the motivation as a popular writer and do you have an advice?

Hello anon!! I feel like this is something many of us currently deal with. And first of all I seriously hope that you do share your story!! ♡

To be completely honest with you the lack of engagement in the fandom has for sure impacted my own motivation which is why I haven't been putting as much time into longer fics (nor the Friday Nights series or IKNBS, I do write but I refuse to force myself). I don't feel any urgency because uploading fics hasn't made me as happy as it used to. It feels like only other active writers are reading fic atm and it creates a lot of pressure on creatives to stay super active.

I'm aware that I'm insanely privileged to have the engagement that I do have, that the type of stories I want to write are also the type of stories that generally seem to appeal. However, engagement tells you NOTHING about the quality of your work, only how many people are active in a fandom or like a specific pairing/character/trope. Your own unique voice matters more than numbers.

I also notice that a lot of people who used to read my works have disappeared which I completely understand. The fixation can ebb away during times of inactivity or when a certain hype dies down. People just don't get that dopamine hit anymore and move on. It's also entirely possible they get tired of a certain style of writing and prefer other writers at times, what do I know. I definitely don't blame anyone for that. First and foremost people should read for their own enjoyment and engage with fandom in a way that makes them happy. It makes no sense to pressure people into engaging. A huge issue right now is people overthinking these things which makes support transactional instead of genuine.

I don't care much about notes but I REALLY miss the feeling of sharing a fic with people who are excited for it, that sense of an active community. BUT the activity will come back – the movie will come out, new music and videos, heck even a whole new Papa!!! That's the natural flow of things. We can't be excited and super active all the time, we need phases of calmness as well (which is an act of rebellion in the capitalist hellscape of overproduction and churned out content. I am honestly glad Ghost is taking it easy).

Now, I recommend you write your story exactly how you want to!!! do NOT change it for the sake of popularity because it will lose its very soul and you will struggle to be happy with it by the end. You know how you want to tell your story and nothing else matters. It will find its readers or you can wait and share it at a later point. I recommend that you approach other writers and readers and intensify that contact, make friends and talk to them about your stories, hype each other up, share snippets. It's even more meaningful to know people you like enjoy what you do. I am currently working on super niche fics for non-Ghost characters and I'm honestly having a great time chasing that dopamine by just writing what I'm really into and sharing it with friends. Fandom is community, fandom is fun and we can work to make it better for everyone.

A few general tips when it comes to making stories accessible: Format them to be readable (paragraphs!!), add a "read more" break, add proper content information and a nice summary to draw people in, add some visual appeal like a banners or stock image edits (like i do for IKNBS) and then tag the fics with relevant tags (and only those). Also make sure to tag the OG post, tags on reblogs do nothing for reach. Engage with the community when you feel like it and it's likely that the community will engage back. Being supportive is worth it, being kind is always worth it even if it amounts to nothing.

#your fear is valid and wanting engagement is valid!!!#but don’t let it stop you from writing :)#asks #anon

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soggy-platee · 3 months

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Trade Mistakes Pt. 2/3

Sorry y'all! I am going to finish this fic, it's just going to be in three parts!

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Din was seething.

The hunt had gone wrong, more than wrong. His normal stoic exterior had continually faltered, and in turn his strength failed. His blue-skinned bounty, several times, broke free from his grip on the long march back to the ship.

The creature, which would have never usually caused him a problem, dug into his fraying nerves. The creature continually speaking, his snake tongue flipping as he taunted Din-

“Come on, just one more woman before I go!”, the man yelled loudly, the sound coming out sharp through the speakers on Din’s helmet. Unsurprisingly, the bounty had come from a brothel owner. The piece of trash currently in his cuffs had racked up both unpaid debts and unanswered violations of the owner’s brothel on Bespin.

“You probably just don’t get it, being a Mando and all. ‘Denial of the flesh’ and all that…”

He trailed off, trying to wrench his head around to stare Din in the helmet as he pushed him along.

“Hell, have you ever been with a woman, Mando? Can’t imagine it would be easy with all that Beskar, I’d be happy to take it off your hands if its getting in your way-”

Din’s fist met the bounty nose before he could finish, resulting in a defining crunch only a second before crimson blood began to flow.

Over the pained cries, Din frustratedly tried to calm himself.

It was rare he got this way with a bounty. He was used to the constant abuse from his bounties, but since you joined him, things were different.

You- with your kind eyes that seemed to cut right through him- set him on edge.

The threats the bounty made, once meaningless, now made Din’s mind conjure images of you in danger- in pain. And that was not something he could take lightly, despite his continual attempts to purge you from his mind.

The glint of the Razor Crest on the horizon drew a sharp exhale, emerging through Din’s modulator like a hiss. At least he was close. Close to getting this idiot on ice, closer to the kid, closer to-

He couldn’t let those thoughts pervade his mind now, not when he was this was this close to being done with this shit.

…

Din had done the same thing he had always done. Unable to have a normal conversation with you, the movement you had brought up his pent-up anger, he stormed off like some foundling. He knew it was wrong, stupid, even, to leave things off with you on such bad terms. You just wanted to know- to take care of him-

But he couldn't afford that type of intimacy, not when he bounties to hunt, not when he had the child to protect. He couldn’t help but get lost in thought, though. Lost in the idea of letting you in, letting you finally see all the damage you were so desperate to see, so desperate to fix.

Din let himself drift in thought, eyes unfocusing through his helmet visor as the stars rushed by. It had been so hard since you came on board. Usually, his emotional detachment came naturally. He could shut off his emotions for days at a time. But ever since the child, he had become hyper aware of his emotional state. The kid could just tell, locking his big, black eyes with Din any time something was troubling him.

And you.

At least the child couldn’t call him out for his shitty behavior. You, on the other hand. He couldn't stand your constant commenting. You had picked up on his behavioral patterns instantly.

All you wanted to do was help him, comfort him. But he just couldn’t take being known as deeply as you seemed to know him. It disarmed him, left him naked and shaking under your gaze. You seemed to tear down his defenses without even knowing, and that was what scared him. You had no idea the effect you had on him, no idea how easily he would slide off the helmet if you simply asked-

A hollow thud rang out through the hull, modulating through Din’s helmet and pulling him from his dangerous thoughts.

He didn’t jump- that reaction was beat out of him long ago- but that didn’t stop his heart rate from kicking up. Regardless of what caused it, he still knew it was you down there, moving about, taking care of the- his- child. The idea of it brought a blush to his hidden cheeks.

Then, silence. He let out a deep breath. You probably had just knocked over some boxes; maker knows the lights in the hull could hardly be called lights. Nothing could be wrong. After all, this was the one place he didn’t have to worry about your safety. The ship was safe for you, even if it was so much less than you deserved.

Just as he settled, focusing back on the star charts in front of him, another sound rang out from below him.

The sound was subtle, soft. He couldn’t identify it at first. It was light, but loud. As the final notes rang through this helmet, something clicked.

The carbonite.

Before Din could think, he was out of his chair and wrenching the cockpit hatch open and leaping down.

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You were convinced that the smell of sweat and the visions of cruel eyes was the last thing you would ever see. Your visioned darkened, quicker then you ever thought it could, before the sound of metal and metal had you wrenching your eyes to the side.

Before you could even register the source of the noise, the pressure on your throat vanished in an instant along with the weight holding you down.

You gasped, hands going up to hold your bruised neck as your eyes swam with tears. You heard a loud bang, followed by quick footsteps and quiet groans. Just as you pulled yourself onto one elbow, you heard another loud crash.

As your vision cleared and you gasped through a battered windpipe, you saw the outline of the mandalorian standing over what you recognized as your attacker. The blue-skinned man was resting among a pile of titled crates, clearly having been thrown there by your employer.

The man made brief eye contact with you before turning his attention to the hulking pile of beskar stalking toward him. He opened his mouth, swallowing hard before screeching, “S-Sorry Mando- I didn’t know she was spoken for!-”

The mandalorian threw out a metal fist, meeting the man’s nose with a sickening crunch. Blue blood poured from his nose as he desperately tried to hide himself among the strewn supplies.

You gasped at the sudden strike, and Mando's expressionless helmet whipped around to stare at you. Unable to do much else, you simply continued to breathe with your own hands wrapped around your battered neck. He lingered for a moment, and you swore you could feel his eyes dart betweeny our neck and watery eyes before he turned and grabbed the bounty by his ankle.

The Mandalorian drug the now-cowering man out of his hiding place, nearly throwing him into the center of the hull as he landed stomach-down just feet from you. Before the blue man had a moment to recover, Mando threw a leg over his back and bent down; grabbing his greasy hair and wrenching his face to look at your still-prone form.

You flinched back, still scared of the man who was choking you mere minutes ago. Finally, you managed to open your mouth and began to ask what was happening when a gravelly voice rang out-

“Apologize”

You sat there on the floor, shocked.

Then another- “APOLOGIZE”, followed by Mando sharply wrenching the man’s hair further into his grip.

“I’m Sorry!”, came the man’s desperate reply.

“Good.” Said Mando, before slamming the man’s face into the metal below, firmly knocking him out.

@batw3nch @orcasoul @wreckmyimage @encephalitiskat @chibi @itsavicf @eephemeraa

#din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #mando x reader #ao3 #mandalorian fanfic

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anlian-aishang · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 5: Hot Spring

“Levi and reader are in Japan on their honeymoon reader has a curvy body big boobs thick thighs and a peachy ass you’re in either a hot spring or a sauna and reader’s towel is struggling to stay wrapped around her chest this is making Levi hot and horny his starting to get hard reader notices a tent in his towel or if his naked his tip popping up of the surface of the hot spring they end up having intense steamy sex ;)”

Word count: 2100

Tags: levi x reader, smut, modern AU, fem!reader

Ever since he bought those flight tickets and booked the hotel room, you had fantasized about this getaway. Admittedly, at times, you anticipated it even more than the wedding itself.

Fat checks for the newlyweds afforded plenty of luxuries for the trip, allowing the two of you to treat yourselves this honeymoon. Levi’s eyes were drawn to Japan’s most state-of-the-art suite. A hot onsen bath on your private back porch, overlooking the mountains. A small but satisfactory sauna just a few paces from your bed. In the eastern countryside, you and your introvert planned to have it all to yourselves.

Such isolation from the outside would remind you how much you loved each other, depended on each other - culminating night after night, helping your spouse to orgasm in that pristine king bed.

That was how you envisioned it.

But even in marriage, Levi was full of surprises.

Jet lag had you up before sunrise. So excited, it was cute, how you nudged him awake and hushed, “Levi, Levi!” Eyes sparkled as you looked out the window: pink sky behind blue mountain range, purple clouds between. Increasingly violently, you shook his stirring figure. “Get up, lazybones! Let’s enjoy what we paid for.”

I am, this bed. Levi’s mind always quick for snark, even fresh out of a deep sleep. Waking up the insomniac after a twenty-hour flight should have been a crime. Instead, he turned the other cheek for his wife, for you. A tired smile and a tousle of your hair, “You make a pretty cute alarm clock, you know that?”

Shortly after, though, cute was not the word that came to mind. It was custom to enter the hot spring naked, and surely, you newlyweds were not going to break that tradition now. Still, in the frigid morning air, you chose to wear a towel from the bedroom to the bath.

Levi was respectful and mature, he could be in your bare presence and remain totally calm. Oddly enough, it was your nearly naked self that managed to rile him. How that tiny towel did very little to cover you. The top seam teetered above your left nipple but below your right. Yet, pulling it up just an inch would expose what was below. Your cute little cunt, thick thighs, peachy ass would sneak out the bottom. Lips parted, hands hurried, as you tried to find an alignment that would cover all the essentials, but with a towel that small, it was obvious to your lover that such an alignment did not exist.

At your frenzied scene, Levi felt his heart race. Your nervous smile and hints of embarrassment made it easy to get out of bed and join you outside - more attractive than any sunrise.

You dipped your toes in the water, and instantly, you were won over. A low hum brewed from your middle, a sound only he had ever managed to get from you. A pang of jealousy hit him, washed out by the yearning to hear even more.

Stepping in, steam encased your body like morning dew on blades of grass. White foam decorated your features, an accent along all your curves. In the boil, your figure seemed to melt, and Levi appreciated even more how your breast flowed into your waist, how your hips met your ass. Finally, he understood, just what all that onsen hype was about. He had seen your body a hundred times before, but never like this.

Crossed arms perched themselves over the rim of the tub. Atop your elbows, you rested your chin, attention fully on the nature before you. Ripples and currents danced along your skin, covering temporarily only to expose you shortly after. So captivated by the scenery, you did not notice the water’s tricks yourself nor the way that Levi so deliberately noticed it.

Once confident you would not turn around, Levi himself began to thaw from his frozen state. Pupils dilated. Muscles relaxed. He too began to admire the view, though his focus was on the foreground: you. Levi spread his arms over the edge and stretched his fingers, rolling his neck back, a satisfied sigh.

Both of you were convinced: it was the perfect moment. If life was just that, you would have been content to stay forever. That forever was cut off shortly after, though, when Levi felt a familiar blood rush down to a familiar spot. Not familiar was the ensuing sensation, an erection that stood tall. Broken through the water’s surface: his shaft remained blanketed in heat while his tip was harshly exposed to the cold 5 AM air. Instinctively, his fingers curled around the ceramic in an attempt to ground himself, doing all he could to keep his composure, allowing you to savor this moment. But goddamn that cold!

The timing was almost comedic, though Levi was too embarrassed to find the humor, how you spoke exactly what was on his mind: “It’s a little chilly out here,” chattering teeth interrupted occasionally. “Should we try that sauna out?”

A silent sigh of relief, you really were perfect for him. Levi pinched your chin and pulled you to his lips, “You’re just full of ideas this morning, aren’t you?” A single kiss, one lip bite, and a finishing swipe of his tongue. Your smiles were close and mutual, just like the way you grabbed each other’s hands and looked to the sauna together.

Crawling out of the spring, adorable shivers accompanied the scramble for your towel. The spaces it failed to shroud were instead covered in prickling goosebumps. “F’Fuck,” another voice of yours that, until now, had only been coerced by his mouth on your cunt or his cock at your cervix. Your song was followed by tiny whimpers and shallow breaths as you hurried to the sauna.

Even in his wildest imagination, in the wet dreams after nights of abstinence, Levi never would have envisioned the display you had on now. Tits sprung in and out of your wrap. Upper thighs and above exposed. The sheen of glistening water remained, making your bouncing curves impossible to ignore. Paces behind, Levi threaded his fingers through his hair and gripped tight, cursing himself under his breath, “Fuck me.”

Beneath the towel of his own, he felt a patch turn damp. Saturated, the clear started to drip down his length and to his thighs. At that moment, he knew he was done for. Not a matter of if he could stick it out, but how long he would last.

But when you sat yourself across from him and got a good look at your husband for the first time all morning, you felt yourself falling hard and falling fast. Lingering cold had his mauve nipples peaked, his washboard abdomen shivering. Heat had turned his cheeks and chest red - a miracle disguise for his true fluster. Your husband was shimmering in an immaculate blend of nature’s condensation, sauna steam, and his own sweat. A fire in your core, you bunched fists in your towel and dragged the bundle to your middle. A sneaky attempt to smother the burning itch.

Levi pursed his lips, hiding a smile, seemed you had forgotten who you were married to, for even if he was not in this state, he was always in touch with everything about you. As you fidgeted with the towel, revealing and hiding yourself a million times a minute, Levi rolled his eyes and laughed, “Just can’t help yourself, can you?”

The new ring on your finger shone especially bright in the red light, flashed particularly loud in response to his comment. You shoved your hand towards him and waved, “I believe you like that about me, Mr. Ackerman.” You grinned and leaned back against the wooden wall, propping your crossed ankles on top of his groin. Hands folded behind your head caused your towel to drop again, this time, you did not even attempt to salvage it. With pride, you teased, “And if you don’t like it, too bad. You’re stuck with me now.”

Levi maintained the flat in his lips, his ever plain tone, “You’re right, I hate it.” However, that muted expression and feigned distaste were thwarted by the pitched tent that begged to differ.

Foggy lenses were quick to catch that symptom. Biting your lip, you wrapped your toes around the peak. Heel rubbed the top of his tip, his towel providing both agonizing separation and unique sensation - a combination that made his veins run red. In the blazing sauna, your husband was shivering. A cocky smile spread across your face, can’t help yourself. “Guess we’re alike in that way, aren’t we?”

Though his mind was keen to clap back with a shut up, the snap failed to emerge, blocked at the entrance of twitching lips and clenched teeth. Poor little thing couldn’t even speak, so fucking adorable.

His sworn life partner sauntered to his side. Arm over his quivering shoulders, fingertips traced his pecs. Whispering in his ear, helping him along, “Then, would it be fair to say…” you dragged your fingernail along his throat, propped beneath his chin, forcing his eyes to yours, “...that you also want to fuck?”

Eye contact met, faces just inches away, his tried exhales turned audible. A mislead to the strength he used in clamping your wrists together and yanking them above your head. Fierce was the press of his lips to yours, fast was his tongue’s dive past.

Maintaining the kiss, Levi whipped your towel off, finally freeing the body you had futilely tried to hide. Calloused fingers found a familiar place in your folds and began their ferocious rub.

The bed was just out the door, but still, the sauna remained locked shut. You gasped into his mouth, “H-Here?!”

“I can’t wait,” Levi growled, “and I know you can’t either.”

He could smell it - could taste it: the passion sticky between your thighs. Could feel it: how slippery you were when he cupped his hands beneath your legs and hoisted you against the wall.

Still manicured from the wedding, fingernails dug into his nape. Braced in habit, flinching when Levi hissed in your ear, “Hang on tight, babygirl.” Levi ripped his towel from his waist and wrapped himself in your legs instead. Teeth grazed the cusp of your ear, sting soothed by a lick of his tongue and chill tone, “I’m not holding back.”

With a tilt of your head, “You’d better not.”

For his wife, never. Levi took a deep breath and plunged himself past. Shudders seized his figure, so in love with your feel. Chasing for more, his hips bucked forward. Each push dual-purpose in providing both of you pleasure.

Your pussy felt unlike ever before, for you and for him. So warm. So smooth. A velvet hug. The environment let Levi slide in and out so easily, but not effortlessly, evidenced by the constant ripple of his muscle and grunts that bounced off the walls.

“So wet… so wet for me.” Levi admired, his own precum adding to that mixture.

“F’Fuck, Levi!” Knees arched in recoil, “You’re so hard…!”

Levi’s hand slapped down upon your ass, fingers squeezed in a white-knuckle grip. “And why do you think that is, huh?” A vicious jiggle. “That goddamn towel, my princess spilling out of it, so fucking distracting.”

His thrusts grew harder, faster, reaching places you did not know you had, drawing screams neither of you knew you were capable of. Levi snickered, “You like that… You like that, don’t you?”

Hardly managing a squint past, you met his steel gaze, eye contact shaking along with the rock of his body, “Isn’t… that… obvious?”

The diamond on your band glared blindingly bright. A white light that drew him closer. A reminder of your commitment to him, reinforced by the way you hugged him closer in the throes of your own climax - your calves pressed to the small of his back. Levi had fucked you raw, but you were the one to thank. It was you who he owed his orgasm to. With his trembles and moans, the sentiment was all but spoken.

A sentiment that leaked - your gush of cream and his white stream - and pooled onto the bench beneath you. The smell of sex and sweat had tainted the steam. Out of breath. Hot. So fucking hot! Still, neither of you wanted to leave. Nor did you have to - in that recovering eye contact, you both remembered: there were still two weeks to your honeymoon.

// Kinktober Year 3 Masterlist //

#levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi #levi ackerman #levi x you #levi ackerman x you #kinktober year 3 #anlian writes #my writing #alias's #specials #smut #2022

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the-broken-pen · 4 months

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First of I absolutely adore your writing prompts, you have really helped me with my writing projects. I do have some questions for you. I have a character in my book, she’s the main villain in the story. The story takes place in there Era’s, medieval, seventh century America (Salem Witch trials) and present time. My main villain was born in Salem Town, her father was a judge. She discovers she has powers and has to end up leaving her family and her town for fear of her being a witch. Her family is part of a ancient prophecy, and she believes that she is the girl it speaks of. Her powers have the ability to influence her choices and thoughts. I often think of it as Mr jeckle and the Hyde. The good vs evil. She ends up giving in to her selfish desires and becomes evil. The hero in my story is her ancestor; and she’s the girl in the prophecy. But I wanted to sort of use her as a sort of “cautionary tale” if that makes sense. My often think of my Villain, Alice her name is as very much like Lord Voldemort. She’s very clever and cunning. Manipulative. I’m on the part where my hero is learning about her, I want to make her infamous (sort of like when Harry asks dumbledore if he knew he had met the most evil wizard when he was just a child. And he replies with, no. If the monster was there it was buried deep within) do you have any dialogue that can help set the tone of how evil she is? ❤️❤️ ❤️

Anon, my love, I truly appreciate you, and you have no idea how much joy it brings that you both like my writing and it’s helped you. Absolutely wild.

Your story sounds absolutely delightful, and I adore the idea of a split timeline world building concept. I’m absolutely intrigued by it. Wether or not it’s simply flashbacks or short scenes that look back on the villain, or dual POV, I think it will be wonderful.

Now to actually answer your question:

I have a few suggestions, and you can shape them to what you want—I don’t know underlying motivations between the characters or actually events/scenes, so I’m going vague here.

“It was like walking into the ocean, surface calm and smooth, sun on your back. Until you step too far, too fast, and the current rips you under. There’s no escaping from that kind of hold—and eventually, you don’t want to, either, surrounded by such power. That was her. She was the sun and the riptide and the victim; and she was willing to drag us all down with her when she went.”

“People didn’t live through her—they survived in the aftermath.”

“It was never about forgiveness, or righteousness. At some point, she was a girl, scared and alone. All she had was herself, and her power, and at some point, one of those things won. And it wasn’t her.”

“Power is a thing you can love. It curls up in your heart, your mind, your soul, and it’s a beautiful thing. It’s easy. It gnaws at your bones until you forget the absence of it. She loved her power to absolution, and at that point, right or wrong didn’t matter to her. It just mattered if she was capable of whatever she wanted to do.”

“She didn’t hurt people because she craved their pain—she hurt people because they were in her way. They were casualties to her. A person who sees human beings as obstacles is no longer a person with humanity. And she saw people as obstacles.”

I hope that helps!

This next stuff is just general advice about dialogue, because I went off on a mini tangent while stuck on an airplane. I want to preface that my advice is based solely on how I write and other advice I’ve received—anything I do may not work for you, or go against something you prefer in your writing style. I’m not a professional, simply an individual who likes typing things.

When I’m writing dialogue, my main goal is to get it to flow well, which is my favorite part. Half the time when I start a scene, I have one very specific line fragment that I want to use, and I’m figuring out how the characters would naturally get there. For example, the lines “I need you to hang up,” “No, love, I’m going to turn you into another me,” and “Your brother isn’t alive, but he is living,” were big drivers for me within those scenes, but I have to get to them for them to make sense.

That being said, to write a good “evil” sounding dialogue/villain, don’t make it too outright, unless you’re going for, on some level, unhinged. Your villain lost the internal battle between good and evil, and is driven by her powers. So essentially, an outside force is pushing her to do these things, think these things, say these things. And since she’s manipulative, when she talks, you’re almost going to agree with her, and that’s what will make it more convincing. For example:

“I finally stood up and did something for myself for once—is that such a horrible thing?”

Which, depending on the situation, can be a gross oversimplification—but that’s what your villain would see it as. She did something she wanted, for herself, after leaving her town in fear. And anyone who has been pushed down by other people will relate to that, and the fact that they relate to it will make them uneasy.

Along with that, power dynamics. Not magic, but the way the characters interact. In improv, you need to have two characters on different levels. You can have a boss and an employee, a king and a joker, a mom and her child. There’s engrained power dynamics between those groups, and they make it interesting. If your main character isn’t at least a little bit afraid of the villain, it won’t be believable. Our main character isn’t afraid, why should we be? If Hagrid/Dumbledore/other adults weren’t at least slightly shaken by Voldemort, it wouldn’t matter. He’d just be a bad wizard—not someone who strikes such fear that people cannot say his name.

However, you can have people on the same level within writing, but it can sometimes make a scene lag. It all depends on the situation. But someone, somehow, will always have an upper hand. More resources, more power, less morality, ancestral sway, etc.

Woah, that got long. Anyways, I hope that helps, and if you need any more ideas, feel free to send me another ask, especially if it’s for a specific scene.

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sequinsmile-x · 2 years

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Home Comforts

Oh hey friends!!

I am currently on vacation (I got sunburnt on day one...brilliant) so here is a little something I wrote entirely on my phone - both before I left the UK and today.

I'll be back properly next week, but this should tide you over until then.

I hope you like it :)

-x-

Warnings: Allusions to crimes against a child, but nothing specific is mentioned. Nothing that wouldn't be said in canon

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Aaron watches his wife carefully from the second they step onto the jet, finally flying home after a long, awful, case. Their work was never easy, the very nature of it hard to take at times, but cases like this, where children were the target of the man they were chasing, were worse. They crawled under their skin, settling there and making them itch, the whole team on edge for days on end. The only relief there would ever be was stopping the unsub, preventing him from hurting anyone else, tearing any other families apart.

He’d always found Emily’s empathy to be admirable, helping victims and family members alike through some of the worst moments of their lives, and maintaining a calm presence around them. Before they got together he could count on one hand the number of times he had seen her visibly affected by a case, a slight distance in her eyes that gave away that whatever they had just worked on had got to her more than usual.

Now he recognised the signs a little better, or, more accurately, she let him see them. The way she’d keep it together until she got home, the only visible sign of her upset in the way she’d hold him, and the kids, a little tighter. It wouldn’t be until they were in bed, the sanctuary of their bedroom, that she’d say it out loud. Admit what he already knew, her soft words flowing around in the darkness of the room.

It felt like a privilege, to be the person she came to, that she trusted. In moments like these, when he knew his decisions as the team leader were the cause of her distress, he hoped he hadn’t broken that trust. Her belief in other people so fractured by what life had thrown at her it was always prone to shattering.

The case had been hard from the start. The victims were small girls, all who looked a little too similar to their daughter. Dark hair and eyes, taken from outside their kindergarten classes. Enough to seem like crimes of opportunity at first, the pattern discovered too late for the young girl they’d been called in to try and save. They’d found her, 2 hours from where she’d been taken, alive and terrified. The man who was responsible in handcuffs, taken away by Derek.

Aaron had asked Emily and JJ to go in first, knowing the girl would likely take to them better, be less afraid when they walked into the room she was held in. It was only after, when they were at the hospital, the little girl clinging to Emily’s shirt as they waiting for her parents to arrive, that he thought about it. Reflecting on the last couple of days when he’d catch her looking at photos of their daughter on her phone, Olivia’s wide smile staring back at her, that he realises he might have asked too much of her. He was so used to separating Prentiss from Emily, the member of his team from his wife, that he had maybe become too good at it.

“Are you ok?” He asks, even though he knows she isn’t. She smiles sadly at him, exhaustion in her eyes he’d only seen on the nights she’d stayed up all night with their children when they were sick.

“Are you asking as my husband or my boss?” She replies, her gaze leaving his so she can look out of the window again, the inky blackness of the sky seeming emptier than ever.

“Does your answer change depending on mine?” He says carefully, watching her intently as she wraps her arms a little tighter around herself as she looks back at him, her answer clear in her eyes. “As your husband.”

She stares at him for a second before she reaches for the cup of tea he’d brought her, her hand skipping past his.

“Work was hard today,” she says softly, taking a sip of her drink. “My boss was a bit of an ass.”

“Em-”

He finally reaches for her hand, putting his over hers but she stops him, pulling it away to wipe away a stray tear from her cheek, a sure sign of her exhaustion from the day.

“Aaron, don’t.” She says, looking up at him, a slight wobble to the smile she sends his way. “I get it, I know it was the right call. Who knows what would have happened if someone else went in first. It’s just…”

She drifts off, and for the first time in a long time he isn’t sure what she is going to say, can’t read her like he had grown so accustomed to, and he hates it.

“It’s just what, sweetheart?” He asks after a few seconds.

“I just wish sometimes it wasn’t you who had to make those calls.” She admits quietly, her lips set in a firm line. “Because I sat with a little girl for hours today who’d gone through god knows what, and she looked a little bit too much like Livvie,” she shakes her head and laughs humourlessly, “and I want to be mad at you for it, for putting me in that position, but I can’t.”

He hesitates for a second before he puts his hand over hers again. She doesn’t move away this time, only flips her hand over so their palms meet, their fingers linking together automatically. Something they did so often it was like second nature, occurring without conscious thought.

“How can I make it better?” He asks softly, squeezing her hand in his. She smiles gratefully at him, a hint of sadness still remaining in her eyes, the corner of her lips.

“It’s ok honey, really. I think I just need to see the kids.” She lifts their connected hands, turning them slightly so she can look at his watch. She groans, her nose scrunching up slightly and looking so much like their 5 year old it makes his heart swell. “They’ll be at school before we get home though.”

He sees her disappointment, she doesn’t even try to hide it from him, and he instantly makes a decision. Something he can do for her as her boss. He squeezes her hand again, her eyes flicking back up to his, before he turns to the rest of the team, all awake but spread out.

“Everyone take the day off, I don’t expect to see you until Monday.”

Emily’s wide smile, the first true one since the case had begun, drowns out the grateful replies from the team. She rests her head on his shoulder, her arm wrapping around his as she gets as close as she can. He leans down and kisses the top of her head.

“Is your boss still an ass?” He asks, smiling when he feels her chuckle.

“Yes,” she replies, and he can picture the mischief in her eyes, the smile she was burying in his shoulder, “but at least he’s hot.”

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Emily is the first parent at school for kindergarten pick up. She knows she left the house far earlier than needed, and she’s grateful that Aaron didn’t say anything, didn’t point out that she was giving herself three times as long as she needed to make the short journey to Olivia’s school. He’d simply kissed her as she left the house, confirming he’d pick up Jack and they’d all meet back at home.

She feels nervous, the energy transferring into playing with her wedding rings, wanting nothing more than to see her little girl after the last few days she’d had. An uneasiness that felt like it had made it’s way into her bloodstream, spreading through her entire body, that had appeared the moment she saw the photos of the first victim.

It wasn’t her first child case since Jack had become more than her boss’s son, it wasn’t even the first since she’d had Olivia, but it had unsettled her. A discomfort nestling deep within her, like it had taken resistance in her bones, and she knew that the only thing that would ease it, that would allow her to breathe deeply again, would be seeing her little girl.

She knows as soon as she sees her, as soon as she holds her daughter, she will stop replacing the faces of the victims with Olivia’s. That she’ll stop feeling the ghost of the touch left behind by the traumatised survivor who had refused to let go of her in the emergency room. Tiny hands grasping at her shirt, refusing to let go, in a way that felt too much like when her own kids needed her.

“Mommy!”

She looks up and sees Olivia running towards her, her hair in the pigtails she knew Jessica liked to do, her little arms already out ready for a hug. Emily kneels down and embraces Olivia the second she’s close enough, scooping her daughter up and holding her tight, breathing in the familiar scent of her shampoo. She feels the tightness in her chest ease up, her lungs filling properly for the first time in days.

“Momma, you’re hugging me too tight.”

For a second, before she can pull away, Emily thinks of a time years ago, when she heard Jack saying something similar to Haley. Long before she’d ever know how important he’d become to her, that she’d love him like her own.

She shakes herself out of it and pulls back, smiling at her daughter as she tucks a stray bit of hair behind her ear.

“Sorry, baby.” She replies, pressing a kiss to the little girls forehead. “I just missed you.” She stands up and offers her hand to Olivia, which she takes gratefully, and they start to walk towards where she parked the car. “Did you have fun with Aunt Jessie?”

Even after all these years Emily still felt incredibly grateful that Jessica had never treated Olivia any differently to Jack, and considering the little girl her niece as much as Jack was her nephew.

Olivia nods enthusiastically. “She helped me with my reading,” she says as she looks up at her mother, “and she made Jack let me play his game with him.”

Emily chuckles at that, making a mental note to ask Jessica if she had any photos of Olivia and Jack playing his video game together.

“That’s nice sweetie.” She says as they get to the car, opening the door and letting Olivia in, feeling an odd tug of melancholy at her chest as Olivia secured her own belt.

“Mommy, can we go for donuts?”

Emily looks back at her daughter, and can’t help but smile as their eyes meet. “Of course, Livvie.”

“And we get some for Jack and Daddy?”

Emily nods and closes the car door before opening her own, climbing in. “Well it wouldn’t be fair if we didn’t would it?” She says as she does up her seatbelt. “Although, Daddy only gets one.”

“Why?”

She meets her daughters eyes in the rear view mirror, all previous feelings of unease gone. A day of her normal, ordinary, life enough to soothe the ache that the last few days had caused to her very soul.

“He only deserves one.” She says simply. She wasn’t angry at him, not really, and any annoyance she might have felt at first was long gone, but it didn’t hurt to tease him a little longer.

Usually, it benefited her in the long run. Multiple times.

“Daddy in trouble?”

Emily bites her lip to stop herself from laughing as she starts the car. “Oh yes sweet girl. Big trouble.”

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ben-101-rewrite · 2 years

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So do each of the split transformations have a primary aspect of Ben's personality like the 2 bens in "Duped"?

Like would Rath become a representation of Ben's more intense emotions? (because I mean.... well it's RATH)

What would you attribute to each transformation, and how would they handle the tasks they're given, because I'd imagine Brainstorm would do well in an argument with Harangue, while Ripjaws might just be a bit inconvenienced since he can only be without water for so long before he can't breathe.

So each of the aliens isn't really an aspect of Ben's personalities, but instead it's Ben being slightly altered by the alien's instincts and biology. Some more so than others, cause I really like the idea that while each form is still Ben, different aliens make him behave slightly differently. So to explain how each behaves and how they handle their tasks. Big Chill is rather calm, wise, and slightly nurturing due to the event of the baby chills. However, he can get aggressive in a cold and sharp manner when defensive or protective. So at Julie's game, he would be very supportive towards Julie, cheering her on (though rather quietly since he's not a loud alien), but due to Ben being in an alien form, and his fame, many people would be pestering him, cameras flashed at him, and Big Chill would try and hide under his winds, go invisible at times, before eventually snapping and hissing at everyone to back off. Rath is fairly obvious for anyone who's seen him, lol. Loud, aggressive, and willing to fight anything, so him fighting the Forever Knights certainly causes a dent in their plans, being too much to handle. Unfortunately, it becomes a problem when Kevin can't get him to listen, and the two get into some nasty and even personal arguments by mistake. XRL8 has a hummingbird brain, in that he's always having to do something, keep talking and be on the move. So running around dealing with criminals is a fairly easy job for him, but due to how much crime there is, both large and small, even it can overwhelm him. Especially when trying to hide from those that are noticing how Ben seems to be in two places at once, posting photos online. Ripjaws by this point has a water breathing, so he can stay on land for a long time. But today happens to be quite a hot day. So at first, he's able to help his parents, like fixing up the garden, even if they're questioning why he's in alien form. But after a while, the heat becomes a bit much, so they end up all going to the beach to have some quality family time. Goop comes across as flexabile, adaptable, and has a slightly goofy personality, so dealing with fans allows him to keep up a good charismatic charm, and get a lot of people laughing. Also able to stretch himself around to do things with lots of people. But things do become a problem when people either wanna see another alien form, or aren't a fan of dealing with Goop's slime. Brainstorm has a lot of brain power to process, and often speaks openingly, bluntly honest, and speaks what he's currently doing to help process his mind. Doesn't quite have a filter. So he is good at debating against Harangue, which also makes him prideful. But when Harangue gets word on social media that somehow Ben is elsewhere, Brainstorm starts struggling to come up with a reasonable lie or topic to focus on. Upchuck is naturally a hungry fellow, has some poor manners, and basically goes with the flow of things as long as he's happy in the end. He's happy enough to fight Animo, eating up his tech. But after a while it can get very boring and repetitive due to how stubborn and crazy Animo is. Even Animo feels like Ben's off and questions it. Upgrade is calculated, loyal and creative. Taking in details around him and following those he trusts. And given his connection to Galvans, it seemed reasonable to have him go chat with Azmuth, even using it as an excuse to ask questions about the Galvans and Mechamorphs to distract his mentor. But out of anyone it was always going to be Azmuth to figure out something was wrong first, especially about the Omnitrix, and given Upgrade's loyal side, he can't help but let slip what happened. Nanomech is similar to Upgrade, but very loyal to the point that he struggles to say no, due to nanochips being used to taking orders. And once given an order he'll want to see it through to the end, no matter how hard or annoying. But given he also has a mix of human DNA, he'll be very open about his frustration while in the middle of doing a task. So as he tries to find Ghostfreak, he mumbles a lot to himself. And just never finds him in the end. Ghostfreak is quiet, distant, honest and even somewhat depressed. Ben has many conflicting feelings in this form, and due to it's apparent aggression issues, he does what he can to keep it under control. He does have a playful side still, but anxiety can push those feelings away at times. But he is honest in a clear and simple way that doesn't sound harsh, but not sugar-coated as well, hence why he had an actual nice and truthful conversation with Julie.

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istalauuu · 7 months

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Ola, everyone!! It’s me, Crista! So for today’s blog, I'll introduce myself, where I came from, and how my life actually went.

I am Angelie Crista, but I prefer to be called Crista, especially by my closest friends. In contrast, people that I don’t know just call me by my surname, which is Brita. I hated to be called Angelie because I just don’t like it, and I find it cringe and a little bit weird. But lately, my mom told me the reason why she named me that, and I found out that it is a female French name that means "Messenger of God". like wow?!?!?! At first, I wouldn't believe her, and she even made me search for it on Google. BUT GIRL, IT IS. (sarcastically crying). Going back, I am 19 and currently residing in Brgy. Nena San Julian, but I grew up in Paranaque City, Metro Manila. Let’s get to know it, and here’s the history of my hometown..

PARANAQUE CITY

Is a highly-urbanized city was once just a simple fishing barangay during the Pre-Spanish days of the Philippines.

When Miguel Lopez de Legazpi and his group of Spanish colonizers landed in Manila, it is said that they discovered a small community who lived near the Manila Bay where fishing or “paglalayag” were their only source of income. But on the other side of the community called Muntinlupa, the natives, who were living on rice farming, were called “taga-Palayan”. These two groups of people intermingled with each other, often on little celebrations.

It was said that once upon a time, these two groups had a feast to decide what the name of their place would be. The rice farmers wanted to name the place “Palalayan”, but the fishermen protested and wanted the place to be named “Palalayag”. In order to reach a conclusion, both parties agreed to a compromise and instead decided to name the place “Palanyag”.

Several years later during the Spanish era, the placed was renamed “Para Aniya Ake” because of several instances where Spanish soldiers would tell the native coachman “Para aqui, para aqui (Stop here, stop here)” whenever they reached Palanyag. These native coachmen would tell their humorous versions of this story until the name stuck in the hearts and minds of the inhabitants of old Paranaque.

Paranaque City is also known as the fashion capital of Metro Manila and is home to the largest fashion boutiques and shops.

Just so you know, guys, my life there is quite adventurous and fun. Serving me the things I wanted and making it easier for me to do the things I needed. Spoiling myself almost every day by going to the malls or even with friends. That’s why my money only lasts for a few minutes. Yes, I am too irresponsible when it comes to handling money.

But for some reason, that life I had vanished when my parents decided to let me study here in our province, which is located in Brgy. Nena San Julian, Eastern Samar. So, moving forward, as a girl who grew up in a city, I am having a hard time, especially since I am new to this place. I find it difficult here since there are big differences between the place where I grew up and the place I am today.

But since this is the new chapter that God gave me and a life that I needed to take, I don’t have a choice but to accept and love where I am today. I made adjustments, and it’s not easy to do. The transportation here is so hard. It’s like I am more tired of the transportation than of my classes. Also, the grocery stores are too far, and it’s quite tiring. The things I used to do were gone, and I came to a point where I badly wanted to graduate immediately so I could go back to Manila. Sounds ridiculous, right?

But after staying here for a month, a realization hit me. I should’ve been enjoying my life here and being content. I should let things flow and love every single moment that I have here. And, so, little by little, I didn’t notice that I'd been falling in love with nature and appreciating its beauty more than before. The fresh wind that blows within my hair, the calmness it gives, and the silence of every corner of the trees.. oh! I'm in love with this nature, which captured my heart softly. Too dramatic, am I?

But anyway, what I also love about this place are the beaches. The waves that slowly moving, making a little sound. Bringing my soul into peace and letting my inner self to be healed.

Finally, I can say that I am doing great today and am hoping for the next day to come. I will probably end my blog here, and I hope you like and enjoyed it. Again, I am Crista, and I hope to see you on my next blog! Bye, everyone, and have a great day ahead!

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kakusu-shipping · 1 year

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I am so sorry I am being so annoying with Self insert fanfiction recently but I don’t really mean that because this is my blog and I do as I please and also @probably-some-goat is encouraging me so you all can blame him.

Mountain’s Peak

In which I am the first of a future 3 total humans to climb the Himalayan Mountains in not nearly enough clothing

It was warm. So warm. Emile’s eye cracked open slowly to stare at a blurry ceiling he’d never seen before, or maybe he had, there was no way to know without his glasses. The bed below him was solid earth, a layer of scratchy hay separated him from the cold stone floor. He started to sit up, and a voice spoke to him from the corner of the room.

“You awake!” She chirped, too far to make out any details, “Good good.” She leaned over, patting the robes piled on top of the human in a makeshift blanket, “Warm? More warm?” She questioned, tilting her head.

Emile sat up slowly, glancing around his makeshift floor bed until he found his glasses folded neatly beside the folded robe that’d become his pillow.

With his sight returned Emile could finally take in the room. It was small, with a single roaring fire and a window currently covered by a long red cloth that spread across the floor. Over the fire place hung the humans clothes, his thick orange sweater, jeans, socks, and fluffy boots, all drying from the cold. Under the blanket he’d been wrapped in yet more robes, thin fabrics not made to keep a human properly covered in the Nepal mountains.

Finally, he turned his attention to the owner of the voice that’d greeted him. She was beautiful. An Omnic with big LED eyes in an almond shape with three sensors placed in a small triangle on her forehead. She was sturdily built, with a near solid armored frame that left no hinges exposed and cylindrical arms ending in ball jointed wrists and legs that grew thick and ended flat after the knee joint, all signs of an Omnic built for the medical field, built for precision and careful work, with the strength to lift up to 300 pounds of human and equipment if need be.

“Ah, our snow bird has awoken.” A voice spoke at the door, low and soft. Emile hadn’t realized he’d been staring at his nurse until he was forced to look away from her to the tall, white clad Omnic at the door.

“ma- MASTER MONDATTA!” Emile threw his make shift blankets off in an attempt to stand to greet his idol, or at the very least sit up properly. Oh he was just as radiant in person, sleek white plating covered the Omnic’s face, his shoulder and neck supports exposed as he appeared to be missing the upper half of his chest plating, along with the protective plating on both arms, exposing the wires that would act as a nerves system that allowed the Omnic to reach out to Emile and put him back to rest.

“Easy now, little one, you must rest.” Mondatta spoke calmly as he sat on his knees beside the humble little human, who couldn’t stop shaking in his presence, “Reya has told me you are suffering a rather sever case of frostbite, it would be best if you remained still for a while.” He calmed, taking Emile’s hands into his own. The young human stared at his finger joints as they wrapped around his fleshy palm, watched his thumb smooth over his knuckles.

“Aoita making hot food. I go check.” The nurse, who Emile assumed to be Reya, patted Mondatta’s shoulder as she stood and began her way to the door, before tuning to motion to a kettle in the fire, “Hot water, rag, gently.” She made a motion of wiping her hands, and then she was gone out the door and around the corner, off to the kitchen to check on Aoita.

Mondatta gently pulled the kettle from the fire, unaffected by the metal’s obvious heat as he poured the boiling water into a bowl near by and dipped a rag into it. Gently, one by one, the Omnic massaged warmth by into Emile’s frosted finger tips, encouraging his blood to flow naturally by running circles on the human’s palm with his thumb as he gently wrapped each finger in the damp part of the cloth before drying them back off.

“Where did you come from, child? You are not from the village outside our monastery, nor the one at the base of the mountain.” Mondatta asked after a moment, Emile barely caught his words, instead mesmerized by the monk’s skills.

“Ah.. K-Kentcuky, sir... America..” Emile answered honestly, still staring at the joints in the Omnic’s fingers.

“That is quiet a long way to travel. What brings you here? Vacation with your family?”

It became apparent then that Mondatta assumed Emile to be a lost child, which was perhaps a fair assumption, as the human was only just barely 15, and looked much smaller than others his age.

“N-No sir! I came here to- to meet you!” Emile took his hand from Mondatta’s, looking the monk in the face. As he took a deep breath to build up his courage, “I- I want- I want you to take me as your student!” Emile declared as much as he could with his shaking voice and pounding heart. He gripped tightly to the collar of his robe to hold himself steady, it felt as though he needed to hold his chest, lest his heart escape. “My- My parents are.. A-Anti-Omnic, sir.. They don’t believe in your cause... But I do! And I want to support you! I want to offer you my aid and- And learn from you!”

“Your aid?” Mondatta tilted his head in curiosity, “What exactly are you attempting to offer me, child?”

“I- I grew up in a machine shop, sir. My father’s life work revolved around Omnics; Making them, repairing them. Even after the crisis we stayed afloat but running a repair shop, gr-granted only for.. Omnics who where... o..owned...” Emile felt the shame of his upbringing sink in, the grip on his robes tightened, “I-I’ve never met an Omnic I couldn’t repair! I’ve memorized every assembly book my father owned, I know I could fix and- And heal any damage that could come your way, sir, so- So please,” Emile bowed his head to the monk before him, holding tightly to his collar, “T-Take me as your student. I want to help you make a peaceful world between our kind.”

Mondatta stared at the top of Emile’s head for a moment, pondering his offer. The correct choice would be to call the authorities and send the child home. He was a minor, most likely here without his parent’s knowledge, possibly on stolen funds directly from them.

Yes, that would, morally, be the correct choice.

Mondatta put his hand to his chin, and tilted his head the other direction, “It gets rather cold here at night, and you packed rather lightly.”

Emile sat up, “I saw advertisements for the mining operation in town! I’ll get a job and buy warmer clothes!”

Mondatta gave a hum, “We do not have food supplies here, and most of the buildings do not have any heating, or a furnace.”

“I’ll be fine! There’s edible weeds growing in the hills, and I know how to start a fire safely!”

“I am not sure we have a proper place for a human to use the bathroom-”

“I can hold it!”

Mondatta’s thoughtful facade cracked, the monk broke out into cackles, bringing the human before him into confusion. A hand, warm from hot water, with smooth joints and golden plating placed gently upon Emile’s head, ruffling his snow white hair gently.

“Of course you may stay, my student.” Mondatta spoke with a smile in his tone, “No job or “holding it” required. We take care of our family here.”

Tears sprung from Emile’s eyes, his entire body shook joyfully and anxiously. In a sudden move he wrapped his bare arms around Master Mondatta, pressing his face to the remaining half of the Omnic’s chest plate, sobbing out thanks and praise, promises to repay the monk, and the entire Monastery, with his skills as a mechanic.

After a long time of crying, some hot soup by a lovely Omnic with a thick southern accent who asked to be addressed “Aoi”, and a little more care taken to Emile’s frostbite, the human realized something rather important.

“How did you get here?” Mondatta repeated his question, placing a thicker, almost quilt like robe on the human’s shoulders.

Emile nodded, “I remember seeing the Monastery, the lights in the windows but.. I don’t remember coming inside.”

“Ah. That is because you lost conciousness outside the monastery walls. Brother Zenyatta was the one to find you collapsed in the snow, he brought you to me.”

“I see... Please introduce me to Brother Zenyatta! I have to thank him for saving my life!”

Mondatta once again hummed, this time truly thinking on it. Though Zenyatta was a member of the Shambali, he wasn’t as keen on humans as some of the others who wandered the monastery halls. In fact, he was rather against interacting with them.

Perhaps then this is what one could call an opportunity. After all, Zenyatta did bring the human in, as Emile said he saved his life when he certainly didn’t have to. Perhaps this is human was a gift from the iris, one to help set Zenyatta on the right path.

“Alright then,” Mondatta nodded to himself, confident this was a good choice, “Tomorrow we shall pay a visit to Zenyatta.”

#Emile's Writing #Self insert fic #Self insert Fanfic #Augh I've decided I'm cutting this up because I'm being too weird about describing Omnics I need a minute #Or we are simply going to be all day #NEXT CHAPTER #You all are getting a lot of fun Pre-Peace loving Zenyatta and his co-dependent best friend Ramattra #When will this happen?#eeeeeeeeeeh we'll see I'm bouncing conversations in my head as we speak #There's something very novel about writing a fic where I almost froze to death right before a big winter storm hits my area #Ah I need a cool name like Zayne's story got but I've never been a naming guy #I'll figure it out later #Behold a little Master Mondatta teasing and me being gay for every Omnic my god they're so pretty #I need y'all to understand irl I have SUCH a bad habit of just #staring at people I think are pretty #And I mean STARING it's bad #I've walked into poles and tripped on side walks because I was too distracted by Pretty Person in Public #So take that and multiply it by however many Omnics are in the Shambali #Because simply put they are ALL PRETTY #I would be so overwhelmed in this situation irl #I think I did a pretty good job of writing how I am while also exceptionally overwhelmed though fkdlkgkdfjg #WAIT TILL NEXT CHAPTER I'M MEETING THE WHOLE SHAMBALI #3 Omnics drip fed one at a time VS The Entire Fucking Shambali #Oooooooh boy #Anyway sorry for the S/I fics lately I'm in a mood #I'm writing for me and me alone for realsies this time #to the Hunter X Reader fic in my ask box I SEE YOU I am coming for you SOON I promise #I just need to get this out of my system okay? Okay.

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Welcome Home Dear Sammy

"90 years huh? Well, ain't nothing like present, let's see what I missed!"

Bio:

Sammy Dagon, The first, and most recent Housewarden of Ramshackle is an unusual boy in more ways than one. Not only is he a boy ripped out of time, but he is a boy of living blot. Once fallen to his phantom, but through trial and tribulation, the heir to bald mountain left a blotted abyss, and awakened to a world not like his own. But despite it all, Sammy has decides to take it in stride, with a smile on his face, and mischief in his eyes, Sammy will meet this new era with all he is, blot and all!

Student Info:

Name: Sammy(Samuel) Dagon

Alias: Prince of Demons(Malleus), ink-fish(Floyd), roi des ténèbres(Rook)

Birthday: November 13th(Scorpio)

Age: 108 (chronologically) 18(Appearance)

Hobbies: Dancing, and practicing music

Race: (Formely: Demon) Currently: Demon blot hybrid

Height: 5'5"(165cm)

Hair color: Inky black

Eye color: Inky black

Grade/Class: Freshman(First Year) Class-B

Dominant hand: Left

Homeland: Bald Mountain, home of demons

Club: Light Music Club

Best Subject: Summoning

Personal information:

Dislikes: "Debby downers"

Favorite Food: Tomatoes

Least favorite food: anything slimy

Talents: Painting

Appearance:

Sammy is a young looking boy with warm brown skin and flowing tendrils of blotted black hair that drape over his face. He is usually seen sporting a bright energetic smile on his face. But due to his blotted nature, his body and face is always in flux. Looking more like an animated character at times than a person. Limbs popping out in surprise, his eyes literally doubling in size, an inky question mark popping above his head when in thought, etc etc.

But usually no matter which outfit he'll be in, the only constant for him are his two white gloves which he uses to cover the blot on his hands.

Though if you were look at Sammy without a shirt, you'd see the closest thing he can call a heart nowadays. Simply being the ink container his phantom had sits in his chest. Pumping his body with blot as he goes on with his life. But only serving as a reminder he isn't truly alive anymore.

Personality:

Sammy is an energetic and easy going young man who often sees the bright side of things as he bounces and skips through life. Not seeming to let much of anything bring him down as he goes about his day. Loving to help people at any moment, and often a lover of small pranks and little teases, he is usually a joy to be around. A charming little devil pretty much.

But when necessary, if things do require a serious hand, Sammy is more than able to fulfil that role. To make sure no mistake like his own occurs again in this era, Sammy when necessary is calm and to the point. Hearing all sides and putting his foot down when necessary, his presence becomes as commanding as his ancestor. Instructing people like the chernabog did the demons of bald mountain.

But if there is one thing you don't want to see Sammy become, it's angry. A furious Sammy will make everyone feel as if they are starting face to face with the devil itself as he will do his best to make you feel like you are going through hell as his demonic side begins to ebb free. Frightening all to their very soul.

Background:

Sammy was one of the first alumni to enter NRC during its early days. He was a bright young man who later became the housewarden of Ramshackle. Being it's leader for three years as he approached his 4th year. But for reasons even he can't remember, one day something had happened. His emotions were out of his control, blot was forming in his gem more and more until finally, he became the first overblot in NRC's history. And with it, lead to the shut down of Ramshackle, and with it, the haunting if the old dorm by its former members. Although now he's returned to his right self, him and his dorm all sport the scars of his past .

Trivia:

He was a demon actually, a descendant of chernabog and his hidden mistress. Although, some do theorize perhaps the ruler of bald mountain, and the thorn witch had a closer relationship than originally thought

His body functions like a rubberhose cartoon

He and Lilia often talk about the good old days from time to time during club meetings

His favorite instruments are brass band instruments

He often paints the groovy art on the canvas in his room, loving to capture a memory by hand and usually has them hanging around the dorm

He often asks(pesters) Crowley to give ramshackle it's own mirror dimension, after all, a nice change of scenery could be good for him and the ghosts from old memories

When angry the "ears" on his head sharpen to horns as his mind gets into a darker headspace. Wanting to punish whoever was the cause of it.

He loves to dance and when he's really in a grooving mood, he'll drag any and everyone into a dance while talking like nothing unusual is happening

He is still a boomer to new tech, but never complains about it, instead he just learns about the modern day with a childlike wonder and curiosity

His memories are pretty spotty. He can remember most of his past life, but the closer his memories get to his overblot, everything starts to fade away

Adding onto this, he cant remember the original name of the dorm and who was the mascot of it. Though if there is a thing he can place a finger on, it relates to bald mountain in some way. Maybe his ancestor served as inspiration.

And lastly, he and ghosts often drag Grim into games with them as they reminisce about the old days. Happy they can at least still spend time together in the modern day. Glad that even 90+ years later they're still dorm mates

#ramshackle oc #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst oc #sammy dagon #twst ramshackle

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DSMP/MCYT Oc:

“Mila”

Mila Is Philza’s Adopted Daughter, Along with Wilbur, Techno, and Tommy, She Is a Half Demon Hybrid.

As all Demons Do, She has a Natural Blood thirst For human Blood, To Devour All of it, Comes With the Territory.

Philza has Worked Hard to Help her Control The Blood Thirst, Sleeping Usually Helps The Most, To Sleep off her Hunger for Human Blood.

Technoblade, Techno Also Helps a Lot With this, Understanding as he is, With the Voices Demanding Blood For the Blood God, He helps Mila A Lot with her Inhuman Hunger for Humans.

If the Hunger Gets Too Much For her To Sleep it Off, Techno Goes and When he Does Kill an Orphan, Brings Back Their Blood, It Proves to Fill her Empty Belly and Burning Throat More then They ever Wood.

Some Times Tommy Jokes about her Being the Family Vampire, In Which Tommy Recives a Snack to the Back of his head from Philza.

Wilbur Enjoys Hanging Out With Mila From time to Time, Enjoying Their selves away From Tommy and His Jokes about her being an Actual Vampire.

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Fanfic: “Human Vampirism Limitations.”

SBI Family (Platonic) x Fem!Half Demon!Hybrid!Oc

Chapter One: “Full Belly.”

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Mila Awoke to the Familiar Burning Sensation in the Back of her Throat, The Hunger For Human Blood was Back, and Stronger then Ever.

“Nngh.” Was the Groan that Settled In her Mouth, And Then She Smelt It, Fresh Human Blood, Most Likely From an Injured Poor Soul.

She Drooled at the Thought of how Tasty Their Blood was, She Ran a Tongue Over her Sharp Fangs, Imagining How Easy it Would Be To Sink her Fangs into their Warm Body, Their Neck.

Mila Stumbled Downstairs, Growling as the Scent Got Stronger, The Injured Human was Close By, Probably Intruding in Philza’s Territory.

“Uh Mate? You Okay There?” Philza Questioned, He Probably Has Just Finished Making the Family Normal Breakfast.

Her Stare was Pointed at the Door, Her Hands Unclenching and Clenching as Her Claws Dug into her Palms.

“Techno?” Philza Called Having a Good Idea at What was Happening with the Going Female, “Yeah?” His Deep Voice Called Out from the Living Room.

“Go Get that Extra Blood Bag From the Basement Floor, Yeah?” Philza Said, As She still Stared intently at the Door.

As if that Injured Human Would Fly Right into her Awaiting Mouth, Sweet Blood Flowing into Her Mouth Relieving the Burn in her Belly and Throat.

Luckily Philza Had an Extra Bag Form an Orphan Techno Killed.

Techno Placed the Bag into her Hands, “There, Drink this.” Techno Said, She Quicky Sunk her Teeth into the Bag Allowing the Blood To Flow into her Mouth, Humming at the Sweet Taste.

Ah, And it Tasted Fresh, Techno Must Have Collected it Yesterday.

That was why he Journeyed to the Far away Village Yesterday.

Philza Sighed at her Demon Hunger Calming Down as She Downed the Blood Bag, “Good thing I went Out Yesterday Huh?” Techno Thought aloud.

“Techno, I swear to God–” Wilbur Said as Mila Slurped More Blood Into her Mouth, Humming at it Filling Her Belly.

She Drank The Bag Dry, Throwing it Into the Trash, Rubbing Her Full Belly Sighing, “Thanks Techno.” She Said, Licking the Access Blood From her Thin Lips.

“No Problem.” He Said Nonchalantly, who was Currently Sharpening his Sword, The Orphan Obliterator.

“Mate anytime You Feel the Hunger is too Much, Warn us Ahead of time, Yeah?” Philza Said, Having a Soft Lop Sided Smile on his Face.

“Yeah, Besides I’m Sure Techno Wouldn’t mind Killin’ for ya.” Tommy Joked around, Laughing Hysterically.

Techno Glared at Tommy, “Shut Up Nerd!” He Shouted, Pointing his Sharper Sword at Tommy.

“It’s True!” Tommy Shouted, Gasping With Laughter at his Older Brother, Techno Grabbed Tommy In a Tight Headlock Getting him to Shut up with his Lame Jokes.

“Both Of you Cut it Out!” Philza Shouted, Once Techno Let Tommy Out of his Arm Grip, Tommy Earned a Slap to the Back of His Head By Philza.

“Hey!”

Philza Remembered when he First Found Mila, All Alone With no one to Care for her.

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Philza Had Found her as a 4 Day Old Baby, Someone Had Left her alone Out in the Cold Of The Tundra.

He Had Heard Her Wails Once Coming Back to his Cabin From a Village, They were Loud, Scream Like Wails, and Philza being the Kind Person He was, Couldn’t Just Ignore them.

She Was Swaddled In a thin Blue Blanket, Not Suitable For the Tundra’s freezing Weather at all, So Philza Had Picked her Up Holding her in his Arms Close to his Warm Chest Wrapping his Wings around then Protectively.

“Hello There Little One.” Philza Had Murmured to the Small Infant in his Arms, She Wailed Some More Her Screams Becoming Louder as She Cried do to being so Cold.

“Aw, Shh Kiddo, Let’s Get you Warmed Up.” Philza Soothed the Little Child In his Arms, Once he was in his Home, Where his Three Sons Were.

They Heard the Wailing of a Child and Saw the Infant Girl In his Arms Waling Because Of No warmth Flowing Through her small Body.

“Dadza? Can We do anything?” Wilbur asked, His Brows Scrunched Up In worry for the Small Child In his arms.

“Yes, Wilbur get the Spare Room Ready For this Little One, Techno Start a Warm Bath, Tommy Get Some Fresh Towels For her.” He Said Over the Wailing Of Her.

“Oh, I know I know, Shh.” Philza Hushed, Techno Finished the Warm Bath, And Helped Philza Moved the Infant into the Water.

At the Temperature Change She Wailed Harder.

“Techno, Regen Potions Now Please.” Philza Said, His Eldest Son Quickly Got Up And Moved to Get those Potions.

After a While of getting her Body Warmed Up, The Warmth Made the Infant Sleepy as She Yawned Her Big Round, Doe Eyes Blinking at Philza.

“Aw, Sleepy Huh?” Philza Asked, Seeing her Blink Slowly at Philza’s Own Green Eyes.

The Regen Potion Obviously Made her Sleepy And want to go to Sleep So Philza Grabbed the Fresh, Warm, Fluffy Towel Tommy Had Retrieved, and He wrapped the Little Girl In it.

Finding Some Smaller Clothes Tommy Could No Longer wear He Fit her in those Rewrapping her in the Blue Blanket he had Found and Had Techno Wash after Preparing the guest Room.

She Giggled Tiredly at Philza, Lazily Waving a Small, Chubby Hand in His Face, Philza Smiled.

“Alright Little One, Bed Time For you.” He Cooed to her Before Laying her Down in the bed Allowing her to take a Much Needed nap.

On that Night He Decided to Name Her Mila, Meaning Peace and Hope.

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And Now She was Apart of this Family The SBI Family.

Mila Gave a Small Roar at Tommy as he Jumped on her Back, “Get Off me Tommy!” She Shouted as She Moved Frantically to get her annoying Brother off of her Back.

Techno Chuckled at them But also Swatted His Hands At Tommy To Aid Mila In Escaping Tommy’s Wrath.

Finally Mila Rolled around in the snowy Ground of the Tundra to get tommy off of her aback, Roaring Triumphantly once She Got Tommy Off, Running away From her Older Brother.

“Play Nice!” Philza Called Out, Reminding them not to Play Rough.

She Roared Again, Tommy Had Stolen Some of her Stuff in her Inventory, “Come Back You Little Shit!” She Shouted Chasing after him On all Fours.

Around in Circles, Around a Small Tree as Tommy Laughed Saying, “Catch me if you Can~”

Techno Placed his Hands On his Knee, Laughing Uncontrollably as Tears Of Joy Sprung from his Red Ruby Eyes.

As Wilbur Scratched his Head at their Antics.

Philza Could only Laugh along with them, God did he Love His Children.

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Lodha Azur Bannerghatta Road Bangalore | Luxury Flats

Introduction:

Lodha Azur Bannerghatta Road Bangalore is a residential property. This residential project has loads of well-concept-out 3, 3.5, and 4 BHK residences. This stunning belonging is right within the center of Bannerghatta Road and offers a peaceful and successful existence.

Location:

It is located in Bannerghatta Road Bangalore. This busy region is understood for having terrific transportation links and being near large IT parks, faculties, hospitals, and enjoyment hubs. The city's predominant roads are clean for residents to get to, making it easy to get to any part of Bangalore. The area is also surrounded using plenty of bushes and flora, which makes it sense calm and nonviolent, far away from the noise and chaos of the metropolis.

Thoughtful Design:

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Vastu Shastra:

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Amenities and Facilities:

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About Us:

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How to Properly Catch & Release Saltwater Fish Without Killing Them

For the passionate angler, the thrill of the catch is matched only by the satisfaction of a successful release. At Fish Whisper, we understand the importance of preserving our marine ecosystems and ensuring the health and survival of every fish caught. In this guide, we'll share essential tips on how to properly catch and release saltwater fish, so that they swim away unharmed, ready for another day. Understanding the Basics of Catch and Release Catch and release isn't just about letting the fish go—it's about minimizing the impact of fishing on the fish's health. This begins with using the right gear and handling techniques to prevent injury and stress to the fish. Choose the Right Tackle - Use circle hooks to avoid deep hooking and ensure an easy release. - Select the appropriate line strength to quickly reel in the fish, reducing exhaustion. Handling with Care - Wet your hands before touching the fish to protect its slime coat. - Support the fish horizontally when lifting it out of the water. - Avoid using a net, but if necessary, use one that is knotless and rubberized. Reviving Saltwater Fish Proper revival techniques are crucial for the survival of fish post-release. Here's how to ensure your fish has the best chance of recovery: - Gently move the fish back and forth in the water to promote oxygen flow through the gills. - Release the fish in calm water away from strong currents or predators. Best Practices for Specific Species Each species of saltwater fish may require slightly different handling. It's important to educate yourself on the best practices for the species you're targeting. Deep-Water Fish For fish caught in deep water, barotrauma can be a concern. Use a descending device to safely return fish to depth or vent the swim bladder if trained to do so. Leave No Trace Respect for the environment is a cornerstone of ethical fishing. Ensure you leave no trace at your fishing spot, disposing of any waste properly and maintaining the natural habitat. Join the Conversation At Fish Whisper, we believe in the power of community. Share your catch and release stories, learn from fellow anglers, and continue to grow in your journey as a responsible fisherman. Remember, "Nothing makes a fish bigger than almost being caught." By following these guidelines, you're not just enjoying the sport of fishing; you're actively participating in the conservation of our precious marine life. Together, let's ensure that the adventure continues for generations to come. For more insights and to connect with a community of like-minded anglers, visit us at Fishwhisper.com Read the full article

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A Nature Lover’s Paradise: Why Riverside Camping Should Be on Your Bucket List

Welcome to the breathtaking world of riverside camping, where nature’s wonders unfold before your eyes and tranquility becomes your closest companion. If you’re a nature lover seeking solace amidst scenic landscapes, then riverside camping should definitely be on your bucket list. Imagine waking up to the soothing sound of flowing water, surrounded by lush greenery and a symphony of chirping birds. This immersive experience allows you to disconnect from the chaos of everyday life and reconnect with the beauty that Mother Nature has bestowed upon us. So grab your gear, pack your sense of adventure, and get ready for an unforgettable journey into a nature lover’s paradise!

Why choose riverside camping?

When it comes to choosing a camping destination, there are endless options to consider. But if you’re a nature lover seeking an unforgettable experience, riverside camping should definitely be on your bucket list.

One of the main reasons why riverside camping is so appealing is the breathtaking views it offers. Imagine waking up to the sound of flowing water and opening your tent door to see a crystal-clear river right in front of you. The tranquility and serenity that come with being surrounded by nature’s beauty are unparalleled.

Apart from enjoying scenic vistas, riverside camping also provides unique opportunities for outdoor activities. Whether you’re an avid angler or simply enjoy dipping your toes in cool water, having a river at your doorstep opens up a whole new world of recreational possibilities. You can spend your days fishing for fresh trout or taking refreshing swims to beat the summer heat.

In addition, many riverside campsites offer hiking trails along their banks, allowing campers to explore stunning natural landscapes and discover hidden gems along the way. From cascading waterfalls to lush forests teeming with wildlife, these hikes promise adventure and excitement for all ages.

Moreover, setting up camp beside a river allows easy access to water for cooking, cleaning, and even drinking (after purification). This convenience adds an extra level of comfort while still providing an authentic outdoor experience.

Lastly but certainly not least important is the soothing effect that being near water has on our well-being. The sound of running water has been proven to reduce stress levels and promote relaxation – something we could all benefit from after months spent in urban environments.

Activities and experiences to enjoy while riverside camping

Activities and Experiences to Enjoy While Riverside Camping:

1. Fishing: One of the most popular activities while riverside camping is fishing. Whether you’re an experienced angler or just a beginner, casting your line into the peaceful waters can be both relaxing and thrilling. Catching fish for dinner adds a sense of accomplishment to your camping experience.

2. Hiking and Nature Trails: Explore the surrounding natural beauty by taking a hike along the riverside trails. Immerse yourself in breathtaking scenery, listen to birdsong, and breathe in the fresh air as you wander through lush forests and meadows.

3. Wildlife Spotting: Keep your eyes peeled for wildlife sightings while camping by the river. From majestic eagles soaring overhead to playful otters splashing in the water, observing these creatures in their natural habitats is truly awe-inspiring.

4. Water Activities: Get closer to nature’s playground by engaging in various water activities like kayaking or canoeing down the river’s gentle currents. Feel at one with nature as you paddle through calm waters surrounded by picturesque landscapes.

Tips for a successful and enjoyable riverside camping trip

Tips for a successful and enjoyable riverside camping trip:

1. Choose the right location: Research different riverside camping spots and choose one that suits your preferences. Consider factors like accessibility, amenities, and proximity to hiking trails or fishing spots.

2. Pack smart: Make sure you have all the essential camping gear such as tents, sleeping bags, cooking utensils, and insect repellent. Don’t forget to pack extra layers of clothing in case the weather changes unexpectedly.

3. Set up camp strategically: Find a flat area away from the river’s edge to avoid flooding risks. Look for natural shade if possible but be mindful of falling branches.

4. Respect nature: Leave no trace by picking up after yourself and properly disposing of waste. Avoid harming plants or wildlife by staying on designated paths and keeping food securely stored.

Remember that every camping experience is unique, so adapt these tips according to your specific needs while embracing spontaneity along the way!

Conclusion

Riverside camping offers a unique and unforgettable experience for nature lovers. Whether you are looking to escape the hustle and bustle of city life or simply want to reconnect with nature, setting up camp by a river is an excellent choice. From the soothing sounds of flowing water to the abundance of wildlife and picturesque views, riverside camping provides a serene environment that can rejuvenate both body and mind. The proximity to water also opens up a whole range of activities such as fishing, kayaking, swimming, and even just splashing around in the cool river on hot summer days.

So why not add riverside camping to your bucket list? It’s an opportunity for adventure seekers seeking solace amidst breathtaking scenery – where memories will be made that last a lifetime. Escape into nature’s embrace with riverside camping – you won’t regret it!

#riverside camping

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HAPPINESS

In that wonderful moving picture, “The Thief of Bagdad,” we were told in letters of light that happiness must be earned! It is earned through perfect control of the emotional nature.

There can be no happiness where there is fear, apprehension or dread. With perfect faith in God comes a feeling of security and happiness. When man knows that there is an invincible power that protects him and all that he loves, and brings to him every righteous desire of the heart, he relaxes all nervous tension and is happy and satisfied. He is undisturbed by adverse appearances, knowing that Infinite Intelligence is protecting his interests and utilizing every situation to bring his good to pass. “I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in a desert.” Uneasy lies the head that wears a frown.

Anger, resentment, ill-will, jealousy and revenge rob man of his happiness and bring sickness, failure and poverty in their wake. Resentment has ruined more homes than drink and killed more people than war.

For example: There was a woman who was healthy and happy and married to a man she loved. The man died and left part of his estate to a relative. The woman was filled with resentment. She lost weight, was unable to do her work, developed gall-stones and became very ill. A metaphysician called upon her one day. He said: “Woman, see what hate and resentment have done to you; they have caused hard stones to form in your body and only forgiveness and good-will can cure you.” The woman saw the Truth of the statement. She became harmonious and forgiving and regained her splendid health.

AFFIRMATIONS:

I am now deluged with the happiness that was planned for me in the Beginning. My barns are full, my cup flows over with joy.

My endless good now comes to me in endless ways.

I have a wonderful joy in a wonderful way, and my wonderful joy has come to stay.

Happy surprises come to me each day. “I look with wonder at that which is before me.”

I walk boldly up to the lion on my pathway and find it is a friendly airedale.

I am harmonious, happy, radiant; detached from the tyranny of fear.

My happiness is built upon a rock. It is mine now and for all eternity.

My good now flows to me in a steady unbroken, ever-increasing stream of happiness.

My happiness is God’s affair, therefore, no one can interfere.

As I am one with God I am now one with my heart’s desire.

I give thanks for my permanent happiness, my permanent health, my permanent wealth, my permanent love.

I am harmonious, happy and Divinely magnetic, and now draw to me my ships over a calm sea.

God’s ideas for me are perfect and permanent.

My heart’s desire is a perfect idea in Divine Mind, incorruptible and indestructible, and now comes to pass, under grace in a magical way.

LOVE

With love usually comes terrific fear. Nearly every woman comes into the world with a mythical woman in the back of her mind who is to rob her of her love. She has been called “the other woman.” Of course it comes from woman’s belief in duality.

So long as she visualizes interference, it will come. It is usually very difficult for a woman to see herself loved by the man she loves, so these affirmations are to impress the truth of the situation upon her subconscious mind, for in reality there is only oneness. (See The Game of Life and How to Play It.)

AFFIRMATIONS:

As I am one with God, the Undivided One, I am one with my undivided love and undivided happiness.

The Light of the Christ within now wipes out all fear, doubt, anger and resentment. God’s love pours through me, an irresistible magnetic current. I see only perfection and draw to myself.

Divine Love, through me, now dissolves all seeming obstacles and makes clear, easy and successful my way.

I love everyone and everyone loves me. My apparent enemy becomes my friend, a golden link in the chain of my good.

I am at peace with myself and with the whole world. I love everyone and everyone loves me. The floodgates of my good now open.

MARRIAGE

Unless marriage is built upon the rock of oneness it cannot stand; “Two souls with but a single thought, two hearts that beat as one.” The poet understood this, for unless man and wife are living the same thoughts (or living in the same thought world), they must inevitably drift apart.

Thought is a tremendous vibratory force and man is drawn to his thought creations. For example: A man and woman married and were apparently happy. The man became successful and his tastes improved, but the wife still lived in a limited consciousness. Whenever the man bought anything he went to the best shops and selected what he needed regardless of price. Whenever the wife went out she haunted the Five and Ten Cent Stores. He was living (in thought), on Fifth Avenue and her thought world was on Third Avenue. Eventually the break and separation came.

We see this so often in the cases of rich and successful men who desert their faithful, hard working wives later in life. The wife must keep pace with her husband’s taste and ambitions and live in his thought world, for where a man thinketh in his heart there is he.

There is for each person his “other half’ or divine selection. These two are one in their thought worlds. These are the two “whom God has joined together and no man shall (or can) part asunder.” “The twain shall be made one,” for in the superconscious mind of each is the same Divine Plan.

AFFIRMATION:

I give thanks that the marriage made in heaven is now made manifest upon earth. “The twain shall be made one” now and for all eternity.

FORGIVENESS

AFFIRMATIONS:

I forgive everyone and everyone forgives me. The gates swing open for my good.

I call on the law of forgiveness. I am free from mistakes and the consequences of mistakes. I am under grace and not under karmic law.

Though my mistakes be as scarlet, I shall be washed whiter than snow.

What didn’t happen in the Kingdom never happened anywhere.

PROSPERITY

(See also The Game of Life and How to Play It.) Man comes into the world financed by God, with all that he desires or requires already on his pathway. This supply is released through faith and the Spoken Word. “If thou canst believe, all things are possible.”

For example: A woman came to me one day, to tell me of her experience in using an affirmation she had read in my book, The Game of Life and How to Play It. She was without experience but desired a good position on the stage. She took the affirmation: “Infinite Spirit, open the way for my great abundance. I am an irresistible magnet for all that belongs to me by Divine Right.” She was given a very important part in a successful opera. She said: “It was a miracle, due to that affirmation, which I repeated hundreds of times.”

AFFIRMATIONS:

I now draw from the abundance of the spheres my immediate and endless supply. All channels are free! All doors are open!

I now release the gold-mine within me. I am linked with an endless golden stream of prosperity which comes to me under grace in perfect ways.

Goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life and I shall dwell in the house of abundance forever.

My God is a God of plenty and I now receive all that I desire or require, and more.

All that is mine by Divine Right is now released and reaches me in great avalanches of abundance, under grace in miraculous ways.

My supply is endless, inexhaustible and immediate and comes to me under grace in perfect ways.

All channels are free and all doors fly open for my immediate and endless, Divinely Designed supply. My ships come in over a calm sea, under grace in perfect ways.

I give thanks that the millions which are mine by Divine Right, now pour in and pile up under grace in perfect ways.

Unexpected doors fly open, unexpected channels are free, and endless avalanches of abundance are poured out upon me, under grace in perfect ways.

I spend money under direct inspiration wisely and fearlessly, knowing my supply is endless and immediate.

I am fearless in letting money go out, knowing God is my immediate and endless supply.

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