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iknowicanbutwhy · 2 years

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Same anon from before, and I'm gonna kick things up a notch, now I'm going in the opposite direction where Wukong (who does have a history of an incredible temper and a catastrophic history of violence) who's so distraught and upset about Mac using his stufent against him and about MK training with Mac that after the fight Wukong lashes out and gives MK that wound before stopping to realize what he's done, but it's too late and MK has screaming and Mac *heard* it happen, and looking at Wukong with total disbelief and broken trust that a shadow portal opens up under and brings him to Mac, who's let down his glamor and has a scar from a similar wound.

AaaaaaAAAAAAAA NOOOOOOOOO and by no i mean YES YES but also AUGH WUKONG NO

Okay this goes for a while so i need a readmore

*head in hands* Wukong.. how would his and MK's relationship ever recover from that. I dunno if it would tbh. I feel like after that though, he'd either 1) hide away and wait for MK to come back, 2) do whatever he can to figure out what magical stuff and things he can get to fix MK's eye, or 3) seek out MK to take back his powers and staff before Macaque convinces him to enact some sort of vengeance and misuse those powers (which Wukong thinks he can understand why MK would do that and feels guilty and deserving enough to think it possible).

Or all three, not necessarily at the same time. Because this monkey may have a temper but DAMN was that Too Far For No Good Reason. He's supposed to be better and look what he did >:( but if his mistake leads to MK doing terrible things, he cant let that happen, and as sweet as Wukong knows the kid to be, its not like MK would go back to being trained under Wukong after losing an EYE. Probably. Definitely.

MK's most likely response would probably be shock, some disbelief, and then resentment, but not vengeance. He might feel guilty for a while, because it was him who went behind his mentor's back, but he'd also realize (and Mac would tell him) that he didnt deserve to be half blind because of it. He'd want to avoid Wukong more than anything, but if Wukong did try to take his powers, he'd fight back - because he still has to protect the city and his friends - and that would only exacerbate things further.

I like to think Macaque would certainly be empathetic, and a bit sympathetic, but im pretty sure the sympathy would be buried under the frustrating righteousness of MK not even trying to get back at Wukong. But hey, if MK begged him to train again (with less trust than before, but he doesnt have Monkey King anymore...) and Macaque actually agreed (probably trying to take the opportunity to convince the kid to share his power with Macaque or have MK fight Wukong with him) then... thats an opportunity for hesitant bonding time :)

For example: living with One Eye!! eh.... it's disorienting, your depth perception is suddenly gone (but kind of there through context clues), if your eye isnt healed yet you get headaches from moving around too much and sometimes from your other eye straining to pick up the pace (i cant remember the stuff i know about this), you may or may not have to sleep upright for a while - stuff i havent researched because if i click off my tumblr app my phone lacks the RAM to keep it open in the background. Fighting is harder, walking is harder, driving is harder. You have a literal blind spot and it's a little terrifying, especially when you dont notice someone is there. You ever do that embarrassing thing where you lift a utensil to your mouth and miss for no good reason (i do that with two eyes)? Macaque may have some tips to help adjust and a greater understanding than everyone else around MK, and thats always nice. Im pretty sure Macaque would encourage MK to use his ears more, especially on the blind side, even if it's easier for the Six Eared Macaque to do that than the two-eared MK.

But man.. the fight between Wukong and MK would be such a hit to MK's already bruised ego. Wukong would admit to his own terrible mistake, but he probably wouldnt even give MK a chance to (maybe not forgive but) move on from what was done because he'd probably shamefully assume he didnt, and then IMMEDIATELY proceed to demand MK renounce his staff and powers and MK is like >:O "NO!!! I- I need these to protect the city!" And Wukong is like "well sure, yeah, but I'll be taking care of that. We cant have you misusing your powers." And MK is all "But I havent been misusing them?? I've literally been kicking demon butt while you were hiding all the way at your mountain or disappearing wherever you want in the world or doing absolutely nothing to help the city." And Wukong is like "You've been watching the island??" When it's more like Macaque was and just telling MK about it because MK wanted to know whenever Wukong was in town so he could hide and Wukong gets all defensive before MK can talk like "Of course you were. Scheming with your new mentor, right?" And MK is like "No??? I didn't- I wouldnt DO that-" and Wukong interrupts with "just like you didnt do it before?" When he KNOWS that MK didnt purposefully work with Macaque the first time but he's getting defensive okay??

Id love to end the ensuing fight with Wukong getting genuinely angry again and that trips up and scares MK BUT. Wukong manages to hold back. He's not there to hurt the kid again, he's there to stop him from hurting himself and anyone else. Which is a bit ironic, because MK's friends most definitely joined in on the fight and got DEMOLISHED, but they're not missing any eyes (or limbs for that matter) and that makes MK SO relieved yet guilty that they'd been put in that kind of danger to begin with. But Wukong definitely made use of MK's blind spot and that definitely hurts, actually, but is also infuriating.

Oh wait how do i end this where the hell is Macaque.

Macaque kept out for the most part, feeling it was necessary to have this play out. Not that it was exactly easy... but he does yoink the kid out of there when Wukong corners him and very nearly takes his powers. And if any little MKs were in denial of just how far Wukong would go to do what he thinks is right (no matter how wrong he is), the good news is that Wukong had to remove the limiting seal on MK's powers that made him less than immortal first, and that achieved two things: 1) MK saw for himself Wukong reaching inside of him to rip out the best defense he has for the city and his friends, and 2) MK's powers remain unlocked when Macaque yoinks him out of there. And so commences the comfort portion of the hurt/comfort that this entire thing seems to be. I always like to think that Macaque is rather awkward when it comes to reassurances. He seems like a guy better at throwing out the harsh, twisted truth and a guy good at giving out platitudes, but he tries.

After that fight, MK and Macaque both realize that the King isn't going to let this go. Before Wukong showed up, MK had a choice between fighting with Macaque and hiding for a little longer, but now he doesn't even have a choice. It's fight or lose.

#lego monkie kid #lmk au #mistakes have been made and i love all of them #THE CHARACTERS I LOVE THE CHARACTERS #but also the mistakes #ah wait this entire thing is starting to sound familiar #sigh. it's just like my fic #its just like my OTHER AU but with a few key differences #sorry for holding off on answering this for a moment because i KNEW id go into full idea mode and needed to be awake for thar #maybe in the end Wukong offers MK a choice between getting his eye back or fighting Wukong to keep his powers #and MK is like but i NEED THESE #and Wukong is all no you DONT. I GOT the city #And MK is all why are you doing this?? just leave me alone #and Wukong just apologizes. he doesnt feel the need to explain nor wants the kid to affirm his suspicions #and mk is tired of being half blind and he knows wukong sucks but he has been protecting the city at that point #and maybe he can get his eye back. stop feeling worried for his friends. maybe get Macaque's eye back?#Macaque would be so prideful and distrustful as to turn it down though and MK knows that #maybe he shouldnt trust Monkey King. The guy who apparently hasn't changed at all from the books. not really

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gladlypants · 1 year

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Hey! I uploaded a ton of lots to the gallery today (id: gladlypants) Some were recent builds I was doing while I was waiting for GT, some I just furnished today, some I built last summer before HSY released and forgot about, and then vault Cleo’s grandparents’ house. I had a lot of fun practicing building over the last few weeks! :)

It’ll take me a bit to get all of these tray files up, will have to go back and take interior screenshots and all that. There are names of each and short descriptions under the cut, numbered like the screenshots, cuz I just felt like talking about em, and gallery images suck. I’ve playtested most of these at some point, except Charles E. Cheese’s, the shells, and the Batchelder house.

Lmk if you want any of these now for your new pack gameplay and I’ll shoot you a temporary dl.

1. Charles E. Cheese’s - Heavily branded for the feline version of Chuck, Charles! It’s a restaurant and I haven’t playtested it, sorryyyy, but I don’t foresee any issues. There’s a pizza vendor kiosk inside too if you want to change the lot type or have typical Dine Out problems. Intended as a kind of party space for kids. The upstairs feels a little chaotic to me but maybe not idk. ♥

2. Raymond’s Noodles - A little local noodle restaurant I built for a sim named Raymond I was playing in a recent rotation save. It’s small and cute. ♥

3. The Schneider House - a big ol’ traditional style Windenburg house. I was also playing a household on this lot, and I really loved it!

4. Batchelder Craftsman - I love the style of this house. Named for Batchelder tiles, which I am pretending this one has throughout! (reference)

5. Gray 2 Story Craftsman - The household I played the most in my rotation lived in this house and I love the layout, so it’s probably my favorite of the Craftsman shells I built, even if it is a little plain looking on the outside. It has an awesome, huge main bedroom suite!

6. Green Family Craftsman - f*ck those rooves. This one has a a sunroom and a bedroom for grandparents/stay-overs. (reference)

7. Blue Craftsman - Built this one like a house my sister-in-law lived in here for a long time, it’s a common style and layout in older neighborhoods where I live.

8. Black Victorian Shell - It’s supposed to a small detached row house. I built it with the idea of using it for renting to roommates but you can use it however you like obviously.

9. Cleo’s Grandparents’ House - a desert mcm! Still has the camper in the yard that Cleo + Devon lived in before they got locked in the vault.

10. Single Mom House - I built this for one of my gallery households, who is a single mother and teenage daughter. It’s a little shabby, with some craftsman features and some Hispanic decor for them.

11. The LaFollette House - also built for one of my gallery families, a single military dad and his two daughters. I intended this one to be the same as the Single Mom house, but remodeled to be more modern and spacious.

12. The Gilbert House - for a gallery household, it’s a little retro inside!

13. Split Level Family Home - also for a gallery household, this one has very feminine style decor, except for one of the bedrooms for a teen, and a huge unfinished basement (just walls.)

^^ Also this “Colorful Craftsman Shell” that I forgot about and don’t think I’ll get around to furnishing/finishing it anytime soon. It has a bonus attic room. You’ll need to move the back door, place it on a bigger lot, or lower the foundation because I didn’t leave space for steps there.

And a big modern “apartment building” with one furnished unit and a gym and indoor pool downstairs, which is kind of unfinished but idk if I’ll get back to it.

Sorry for the wall of text, thank you if you read it all. ♥

#ts4 #the sims 4 #my builds dl #my cc dl #it's not cc and none of them have cc but that is the tag ok

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novamariestark · 6 months

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Hacked Hearts

Summary: When a series of hacks originate from your laptop, the FBI take you into questioning. Little did you know that this whole ordeal would lead you to the man of your dreams.

Warnings: age gap, kidnapping, mention of handcuffs (not detailed) lmk if i missed any, don't think I have.

Word count: 4095 (This one is longer than I expected)

Fandom: NCIS

Pairing: Alden Parker x fornell!reader

The way you met wasn’t something you’d want to happen again. The cybercrime investigation had led Parker and Fornell to an unexpected and delicate situation. Hacks originating from a particular IP address had pointed them directly to a dorm room at Georgetown University.

Fornell knocked on the door. Beside him, FBI Agent Alden Parker stood ready, their badges in hand, prepared to reveal their official credentials to the person on the other side of the door.

After a moment, the door swung open, and there you stood, a smile on your face. "Hey, Uncle Toby," you greeted warmly, the smile fading as you notice the badges in their hands, "Who's your friend?"

“Y/N? W-what?”

You raised an eyebrow in response to his reaction. "I live here," you replied, your tone filled with confusion, "What's going on?"

Parker took charge of the situation and spoke with a firm but gentle voice. "We need you to come with us, Y/N," he explained. Your smile fell as you realized your uncle wasn’t there for a social visit, "We also need to confiscate your laptop," he added.

Your expression shifted from confusion to concern, your gaze flickering toward your uncle. Fear and worry etched across your features as you nodded "Okay," you replied, your voice slightly tremulous. "It's on the desk." you gestured toward your friend's desk, where your laptop rested.

Alden nodded, appreciating your cooperation, "Thank you," you stepped aside to let them in. The agent, Parker, you think his ID said, walked over to the desk and picked up your laptop. It was then placed into a see-through bag. An evidence bag. What the hell is going on?

The car ride was quiet. All you could think about was what was going to happen. What is happening. Your fingers danced restlessly in your lap as you gazed out the window, the passing scenery a blur of buildings and people.

As soon as you arrived at the building, Parker escorted you to the interrogation room. He then left for a moment, presumably to talk to your uncle. You took a look around the small, square space as your fingers absentmindedly skated over the smooth metal table. Under the table, your leg was bouncing nervously. Was this because you hadn’t taken the 2 cents back to the coffee shop when they gave you the incorrect change? You had been meaning to take it back, but you hadn’t had the chance.

You jumped when the door suddenly opened, and Parker came back in. You looked behind him, but saw no one. You slumped back into your seat. You supposed it made sense, can’t interrogate family.

So, Parker took the lead. Your uncle stood on the opposite side of the one-way glass, watching on and hoping to God you didn’t have anything to do with this.

You looked at him as he sat across from you, his expression serious as he began his questioning. "Y/N," he started, his voice firm but composed, "we traced a series of hacks back to your IP address. Can you explain this?"

You met Alden's gaze, your eyes showing genuine surprise, "Hacks?" you repeated, a hint of disbelief in your voice. "That doesn't make any sense. I would never..."

The interrogation continued, as Alden delved into the details of your digital footprint and the cyberattacks in question. You answered his questions as best as you could, explaining your activities and the security measures you had taken to protect your laptop. Each piece of evidence that Alden presented seemed to cast a darker shadow over you, intensifying the feeling of entrapment. Your head buried itself in your hands as the situation became increasingly worse for you.

As the questioning continued, your frustration was palpable as you defended your innocence. "I don't understand how my laptop could have been used for these attacks. It's always with me, I have a password, and it's secure, and I've never lent it to any—"

You paused, a sudden realization dawning upon you. "Anyone," you finished, your eyebrows furrowing with confusion. Your mind raced back to your dorm room. "It was on her desk."

Alden leaned forward, his elbows resting further on the table, "Her desk?" he questioned.

You nodded, your eyes focused on his hazel ones, "My roommate," you started, "I let her borrow it. She asked me a couple of weeks ago if she could use it for a school project. I didn't think much of it at the time."

Alden nodded, his gaze shifting toward the one-way glass. After a moment, he turned his attention back to you, "We need to speak with her. Do you know where she is?"

You quickly checked the time on your watch, then looked back at Alden. "Yeah," you confirmed. "She's in class for the next 9 minutes, and then she's free. You'll most likely find her at the coffee shop around the corner."

"We're going to have to keep you here, Y/N, for the time being," he said, his tone apologetic. "It's a precaution."

You offered a small nod. "It's okay," you replied with a shrug, "You're doing your job."

With that, you settled into the seat. Accepting the idea of being temporarily detained as part of the ongoing investigation, hopeful that they’d be able to clear your name of any wrongdoing.

***

As the investigation into the cyberattacks progressed, you were eventually cleared of any involvement, as security footage from the bank and various other places confirmed your presence during the time of the cyberattacks. This evidence had exonerated you.

Their focus shifted to your roommate, Ciara, who had been tipped off about the FBI's interest in you. Now she’s on the run.

Now knowing for sure that you were innocent, they enlisted your help to track her down and counteract her new and current attacks. Each of you play a critical role. Your skills as a computer tech became an invaluable asset in the hunt for your roommate. Alden and your uncle, on the other hand, were busy uncovering who Ciara might have been working for and the motives behind her actions.

As the hours stretched on and the screen before you displayed the ongoing digital battle, your attention remained laser focused. You couldn't afford to look away for even a moment.

At around 2am, Alden brought you some food and coffee. He placed it on the desk beside you, “Thank you,” sending him a quick smile before turning your attention back to the screen.

Suddenly, the barrage of cyberattacks ceased, and you let out a sigh of relief. You leaned back in your chair, exhausted, wanting nothing more than to curl up and go to sleep. You looked around and noticed your uncle slumped in his chair, fast asleep, while Agent Parker still pored over old case files. The sound of the pages turning is a constant hum in the background in an otherwise empty office.

Whilst you had a moment to yourself, you take the time to look at Parker. You begin to notice the small things that he does, the way he concentrates on the papers in front of him, furrowing his brow in deep thought. You watch as he sips his coffee, noticing the way he licks his lips after each sip.

His soft grey hair was practically inviting you to run your fingers through it and a dance between an autumn forest, where the warm, earthy browns collided with the vibrant, sunlit greens eyes that made the most beautiful set of hazel eyes that you’d get lost gazing into. Every time he spoke, you found yourself lost in his voice, which was deep and smooth, like butter melting over hot toast.

As the night wore on, he moved over to sit next to you. You talked and got to know each other, sharing stories and laughing at each other's jokes. You found yourself opening up to Alden in a way that you never had with anyone else. Then it happened. Alden leaned in and kissed you.

For a moment, everything else faded away. It was just the two of you and nothing else mattered. It was a kiss so gentle you thought he was afraid of breaking you. Every other kiss you’ve had with a guy was never this gentle or patient. Every guy seemed to be in a rush to shove their tongues down your throat. But then, just as you were about to move to deepen the kiss, Alden pulled away, looking apologetic.

"I'm sorry. That shouldn't have happened," he said, backing away. "We should get some rest."

You would be lying if you said you weren’t disappointed. All you knew was that it was a good thing the attacks had stopped because right now, all you could think about was the softness of his coffee flavoured lips and the way his darkened moustache tickled your nose.

He left to go home but you opted to stay, to see if you could find a trail your ex-friend/roommate had left. You continued working through the night or what was left of it. It didn’t seem long before people were filing in, practically on auto pilot as all of them headed for the coffee machine in the corner break room that apparently had the “best coffee,”

You had managed to track her down. You thought that since she didn’t have access to your laptop anymore, she’d need to get one somewhere. So, you checked internet café’s and sure enough there she was. She had been smart enough to use cash whilst paying for things but not smart enough to avoid security cameras.

You told your uncle and Parker where she was, and they went to arrest her. When they brought her back to the office for interrogation, you had to fight the urge to go and smack the shit out of her.

You sat back down at your temporary desk, awaiting to hear about her excuse. Soon, Fornell came over, planting himself on the desk with his arms crossed. You looked up at him and smiled.

“You did good kid,” he said, you looked down, smiling at the compliment, “You ever think about joining us?” he asked, you opened your mouth to respond but before the words came out, he continued, “As a computer expert, not in the field, I won’t allow that,”

You rolled your eyes at his protectiveness, “I’m sure I’d do a better job than you, old man,” you retorted playfully.

“Who’s an old man?” came a voice from behind you. You turned to look at Alden and smiled.

“Uncle Toby here says that I should come work with you guys, just not in the field,”

“We’d be lucky to have you,” he smiled back, god that smile is beautiful, what you’d give to see that smile every day.

You nodded towards where the interrogation rooms were, “So, what did she have to say?”

It turned out, your roommate was hired to hack into the FBI to find out details of an upcoming court case. She didn’t know which one they were specifically after, they just told her that she’d “know it when she saw it,”

“So, I can go back to uni now?” you asked, looking between the two of them, “Not that I haven’t enjoyed almost being arrested for cyber crime and then fighting said cyber-crime,” you quickly added when your uncle gave you his best hurt impression, “I just missed a few classes, is all. I suppose you’ll need to keep my laptop for now,”

“You can use mine,” Alden immediately offered. Your head snapped towards him. Alden's immediate offer to use his laptop caught you by surprise. You use his laptop? The one lucky enough to feel his fingertips dance along it? You appreciated the gesture, but it felt like an intrusion on his personal space.

He walked over to his desk, picked up a sleek, plain silver laptop, and extended it towards you, "You sure?"

He smiled, "Well, I trust you will take good care of it,"

"I will, I promise," you said, your tone expressing your gratitude. As you took the laptop from him, your fingers gently grazed his. You looked down, wishing you could just hold that hand in his, but he made his feelings clear last night. You obviously weren’t his type. Sure, he was older than you, but you didn’t care about age. You hadn’t trusted someone so easily before, one day together and you were already telling him things that your best friends don’t even know about.

You looked at your watch, 7:14, “I gotta go,” you announced, hoping to get back quick enough to have a shower before heading to your first class, “I’ll get this back to you as soon as possible,” you told Alden before turning to your uncle. You placed a kiss to his cheek and began heading towards the exit, “See you soon, Uncle T,”

***

Sleep was very inviting, and you thought as soon as you saw your bed, you would be compelled to sleep. That however didn’t happen when you saw the state your room was in.

What the fuck?!

Both mattresses were flung of the frames of the beds. Drawers hung half-open, their contents spilled across the room, evidence of frantic rummaging. Their search for something had left no stone unturned. Desks were turned upside down, their contents scattered haphazardly, and chairs lay toppled on their sides.

You searched for some answers - but little did you know that two men had quietly slipped into the room behind you and were now watching your every move.

Suddenly, the men pounced, easily overpowering you and pushing you up against a wall. You screamed as loud as you could, but it was too late. They grabbed you and tied your hands with rope before covering your mouth with tape. Someone would see this right? They can’t get you off campus without someone noticing. Surely. The men barked orders at you, telling you to shut up and cooperate or else.

Someone did notice. A security guard. He tried to intervene but got shot. You screamed as best you could, but the tape muffled your attempts. The strong odors of musty fabric and stale air filled her nostrils as you looked around the dark space.

After god knows how long of nonstop driving, the van finally stopped and the backdoors flung open. You heard a sharp voice ordering you out. You carefully jumped out, your legs shaking. Before you could even register your surroundings, you felt a strong grip around your arms dragging you away.

You were led to a room, a small room with no windows, no furniture. Nothing but a desk, a chair and a laptop.

Soon, you found out why you’d been taken. A man who you assumed was the leader of the group stepped forward.

“We need you to help us with something, Y/N. You see, your roommate was working for us, and she was helping us hack into the FBI. But then she was arrested. I assume you had something to do with that,” he said, his hand reaching to grab your face to make you look at him, “She said you are top of your class,”

You scoffed and tore your face from his hand. It hurt but you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction, “I’m not going to do a damn thing for you,”

He chuckled, causing a domino effect as the rest of the group laughed. He the pulled out a knife and pressed it just below your eye, “You think we’re messing?” he then pulled out a picture. A picture of a young girl with ginger hair. You immediately recognised her, “You see, Ciara told us every little detail about you.” He said putting the photo on the desk beside you, “You help us, or,” he paused, only to stab the picture, pinning it to the table. He moved his lips beside your ear, “Or we kill your cousin,”

You nodded, tears flowing down your cheeks as you turn to look at the computer. Your heart was racing as you began to type furiously. You couldn't believe you were actually hacking into the FBI. It was something you never thought you would do in a million years. But you had no other choice. You would do whatever it takes to keep Emily safe.

You felt like you were betraying your uncle by hacking into the agency he worked for. Would he be disappointed? He would, wouldn’t he?

“What happens to me after I do this?”

He chuckled again. He placed his hand on the back of your neck, his thumb stroking the side, “I’m afraid we’ll have to kill you,” his hand creeped lower down your back, his touch made your skin crawl, “Shame, beauty and brains. Such a waste,”

You gulped as you continued tapping away on the keys. Once you got in, you started to search for the files that they wanted and download the necessary information. As you navigated through the intricate system, you encountered various firewalls and security, but you managed to bypass them all. After hours of searching, you finally found what they were after and quickly extracted it from the system. You knew its was no use, they wouldn’t get there in time, but you left clues along the way for the FBI computer experts to pick up and your uncle especially. You purposely used the wrong password few times, knowing it would show up on their system what was inputted. Diane and Emily’s birthday. To the men in the room with you, it’d look like random numbers, but to your uncle, you hoped he’d notice.

While you were at it, you disabled the security they had on the laptop that was bouncing the signal around the world, so instead they knew exactly where to look. You expect to be dead by the time they got there though. But maybe, just maybe, your last action was to take them down.

The leader went over to the printer, grabbing the information you had just stolen. He read through it, then looked up to his men and nodded to the door. They left the room, leaving you and the leader alone.

“I’ll make it quick and painless,” he smiled. He then grabbed his gun and pointed it at you. You closed your eyes and started counting to yourself. Then, there were sudden gunshots from the next room. Your breath caught in your throat, and you felt relief wash over you. You heard footsteps, voices, and the sound of a door opening, but you didn’t dare open your eyes.

You felt yourself being yanked up from your seat by his strong grip on your hair. He quickly placed you in front of him as a shield, pressing the cold metal barrel of his gun against your temple. Your breathing was heavy, and your heart was pounding against your chest, beating uncontrollably in fear.

You opened your eyes to see your uncle and Parker stood in front of you, their weapons pointed at the man.

Your uncle’s voice cracked as he sternly spoke, "We won't hesitate to fire if you don't surrender."

“You can’t kill me without killing her!” he yelled. “You’ll miss!” you squeezed your eyes shut, feeling as though your fate was sealed.

Then it came, the sound of a gunshot. You let out a scream and waited for the pain, but it never came. You opened your eyes to see the man on the ground, a bullet hole in his head and blood pooling around him.

You immediately ran across the dark room and into the arms of your uncle. He enveloped you with a tight hug and began stroking your hair. “Shh, you're okay,” he said, his hand gently stroking your hair. You cried into his chest and listened to his soothing words.

He led you outside, taking you to the ambulance to get checked out, ignoring your protests. You were still trembling as you stepped outside, the cold breeze dancing along your sweat painted skin.

Your uncle left you with a paramedic to call Emily and let her know you were okay.

"How are you feeling?" a voice suddenly asked. You jumped and quickly looked in that direction. Parker mentally slapped himself, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,”

You smiled faintly, “It’s okay,” you closed your eyes. “It's been a crazy day,” you said, your voice soft and fragile. “But I'm glad to be alive. I don't know what I would have done without you here.”

He gently squeezed your hand, and tears began to run down your face. “It's alright,” he said, bringing you into a hug. Your head resting on his chest as his arms wrapped around you and at that point you knew you were safe.

It’s just a friendly hug, you told yourself. You wished it was more, but you knew it was unlikely to happen. But then he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

You lifted your head from his chest to look up at him, only to find him already looking at you. He looked down into your eyes once more and moved in closer, until your lips were almost touching. Your heart raced as his lips brushed against yours. You saw him hesitate, not letting his lips fully touch yours. You don’t know where your surge of confidence came from but your hand moved to interlock around his neck as you closed the gap between you. Everything else faded away.

You felt as though you were floating, every anxiety and worry evaporating from your body with this one kiss.

His fingers traced the paths those tears had taken, tears that glistened like crystal drops on your skin. You leaned into his touch, your head resting against his chest, his heartbeat a steady, reassuring rhythm beneath your ear. His arms encircled you, providing a sense of security that had been sorely lacking.

The sound of your uncle's voice shattered the fragile bubble of your moment together, "Am I interrupting something?" he asked, a mixture of surprise and discomfort in his tone as he approached the two of you.

Your heart raced as you reluctantly disentangled yourself from Alden's embrace. You met your uncle's gaze, struggling to find the right words to explain, but none came willingly.

You cast a quick glance at Alden, trying to read his expression. His eyes held a mixture of concern and something more profound, but it was difficult to figure out his true feelings. You couldn't help but wonder if he felt the same way, if the sparks that had ignited between you reflected a mutual attraction, or if it had been heat of the moment.

Needless to say, the attraction was mutual. He took you everywhere and anywhere. But you didn’t care as long as he was there. You loved how he would go out of his way finding new pastries for you to try and the childlike smile he has on his face as he awaits your reaction. You love how he plays piano. Sometimes he plays a soothing melody to help you relax after a long day and other times, you’ll wake up to a gentle melody, dancing through the air from the other room. Every day he’d do a million small things for you, no matter what, and it made you fall for him.

Now six months into your relationship, much to your uncle’s dissatisfaction, and you still couldn’t believe that all it took to find the man of your dreams was to be accused of cybercrime. Sometimes you’d joke that if he ever got bored of you then you’d know how to get his attention back. He never finds this funny but this time you replied with something that shocked both of you.

“Don’t tell me that you haven’t thought about putting them handcuffs on me,” you whisper into his ear before placing a soft kiss to his cheek.

Alden raised his eyebrows and looks at you, “I’m sorry, I think I misheard you,” he laughed, no way his sweet innocent girlfriend just said that to him. Sure, you two have slept together but you had never been kinky.

“I’ve thought about it,” you said, your fingers unbuttoning his shirt as your lips attached themselves to his neck. Soon your actions were stopped, and Alden took over. Before you knew it, you were handcuffed to the bed and about to get the best sex you’ve ever had in your entire life.

[A/N] Been working on this for over a week. I wasn't going to post it because I don't feel too confident about it but I just thought post it anyway

#reader insert #female reader #alden parker #alden parker imagine #alden parker x reader #ncis x reader

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prestonmonterey · 2 months

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intro

!! plz dont send me chain asks !!

(pronouns page is linked on there but also here if you dont wanna look for it:)

ok so uhh basically the gist of it

im preston

uhh for names call me preston or pres or squid or orion or jaxon or actually just whatever you want i dont mind (more on my prounouns page) (if we're friends/moots feel free to gimme a nickname if ya want)

pronouns are it/he/they (the order of preference changes from time to time also neos are alright just anything other than she/her)

fandoms im most active in: varian and the seven kingdoms/tangled the series, camp here and there (will wood too!!), adamandi, the art of pleasing princes, starkid, spies are forever and percy jackson (mostly the musical bc im in a production of it :)

you can always interact with me! apparently im intimidating but i swear im really nice (i think) and id be really happy if you sent an ask at any time :3 i promise i wont get annoyed even if you think youre being annoying i just really like interacting with cool people :3

you can tag me in anything and everything! i promise ill look at it :3 and i try my best to do tag games and stuff (lmk if you dont want me to tag ya) but if i dont uhh, just assume i was like, really tired that day, or ive been tagged by another moot in that game before and im too lazy to dig it up :P sry

uhh im a minor too so like nsfw/18+ blogs dni

i try my best to use tone tags but if i forget and you need them please let me know!! (i also find tone tags helpful for myself) :3

theres more info on my card about like other stuff too

tag key:

#marble musings = original posts

#marble monologues = long posts/reblogs usually about chnt or just like existentialism idk

#marble draws = art/fanart/crafts/cosplay type thing

#marble games = i make games on google forms! hoping to learn to code or get an actual game engine to make full games past like choose your own adventures

#marble music = song covers :3 (yes i have all the filtered instrumentals i used for adamandi, lmk if you want them i can send em over discord or something)

#marble asks = answering stuff in my ask box

i think thats all of them :3 might add more eventually, and sometimes i forget to tag properly so sorry about that :(

i have some sideblogs if you wanna check em out (not super active on them but ill still try to respond if you shoot me an ask)

vent/writing sideblog: @lonelyinkcap (you can interact with my vents i dont really care. i mean. if im talkin about someone please dont fucking go like "but have you considered that theyre going through something" because uhh yes i have and also fuck you stop making my panic attacks worse :P) (if you know me irl. um. you can do whatever ig. i mean i cant exactly stop you. but proceed with caution. some of them might be vagueposts about you. im not gonna fuckin tell ya tho. also if you see anything concerning there. um. no ya dont. and definitely dont bring any of it up in conversation irl.)

hatchetfield rp sideblogs: @thelilcloverpatch @fading-angelic-starlight @marble-man @honey-sparrow @ivy-wreathed-arches and @hatchetfield-bone-thief (not sure why that one isnt properly linking but i swear its there you can search if you want)

#intro

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paxtoon · 2 years

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[IMAGE ID; Digital drawing of Sydney and Jedidiah. Sydney is a white and pale chubby man. He has long black hair full of mushrooms, leafs, sticks and a worm. Hes wearing a nurse's hat with a red cross on it. He has soft feature, a round nose, eyes with dark eye bags and bright red cheeks. Hes wears a beige cardigan with below a purple shirt and fingerless gloves. On his hand he has various ring including a yellow beetle ring on his left hand and a black ring on his middle finger. Hes also wearing 2 braclets: on his right he has a light blue friendship bracelets with white beads that spell the final letters of Jedidia's name, the other white beads being out of frame, and the other is on his left and it's a rainbow bead bracelet. Hes wearing 2 necklaces; a light blue chewlrey and a yellow crystal. He has a green scarf full of pins, listed from the top to the bottom; a mushroom pin, a berry bush pin, a chestnut, the logo of camp here & there (which is a hourglass with a yellow moon in the top of the white sand and a yellow forest on the bottom part), a moon pin, a gay rainbow flag pin, a trans flag pin, a autumn leaf pin, a clock pin, a little bottle full of sand pin, a pink button and a tree. The scarf turns into some cartoonish raindrops. Hes wearing a long skirt, which has a large waist-piece full of small yellow buttons, and on the skirt itself there are 3 patches of different colored felt such as a yellow patch covered by the green scarf on the top right and 1 purple patch attached to a green patch on the bottom left. Hes wearing short boots with a beige bow to tie his shoelaces. With his right arm hes putting his weight onto his cane, which is made out of wood and has vines all around it, a centipede and a shelf fungi. The cane also wraps around his arm. Hes in a lively pose, his right food not touching the ground putting his weight on his left, his left arm being raised as in a wave. He has a happy expression looking right. On the right there's Jedidiah. A white skinny man. He has brown hair in a mullette, with sideburns. He's wearing a nurse's hat with a red cross on it. He has blue glasses and is eyes are simplified small circles inside the white lenses. He has mostly rectangular and pointy features, a pointy nose and a rectangular face shape. He has a bit of peach fuzz and whiskers. Hes wearing a lab coat, on the cuffs being a red cross. There are a few pins on his lab coat as well listed from right to left: 2 buttons, one red and one blue; and a mushroom. Hes also wearing a friendship bracelet, the white beads having Sydney's name on it. Hes wearing a beige button up with yellow buttons and a camp here and there pin. He has brown shorts and a yellow button on his waist piece and pockets being closed by the same yellow button. This reveals his legs, which are skinny and slightly hairy with blush around the knee. He has socks with 3 stripes, the top one brown, the middle one red and the bottom one beige. Hes wearing big blue shoes. Hes looking up with a scared expression his lab coat moving in the wind. Theres 2 doodles of him on the right, the top one of him crying with his glasses, the tears cartoonishly coming out of its lenses. The second one has the same expression but without glasses revealing his rectangular eyes. ;END IMAGE

My Sydney and Jedidiah designs! ⋆ I know that Sydney is technically a goth but I wanted some artistic liberties ngl,,, tried to just have fun with him! That said I’m still figuring out ID stuff so please lmk if I need to change anything abt it :0 Tried to have the 2 of em have a contrast, hope that shows. I had SM FUN designing Sydney truly THE most character. Now go listen to camp here & there absolute game changer it is. Anyways I’ll be trying to post more, I’ve just been unmotivated to post but I’ve been drawing a shit ton!

rbs > faves ⋆ˊˎ-

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beej-machinations · 10 months

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@freshmangojuice thank you for giving me the excuse to post these!

the truth is there's an alternate version for many pics... and that particular one has about 4 versions 🙈

RD textposts Bonuses: Deleted Scenes + Directors Commentary under the cut! (alt versions of memes you've all seen before)

i like the Ace one because i think the rumble of his voice really fits the text (esp. the scill/sion phonemes and the "y'all"). The message is also very Smoke Me a Kipper isn't it?

the others are nice action shots. As I said in the tags of post #10, Arnold's more-than-usual association with dimension/alternate reality/personality themes is fascinating. bordering on an aspect...

LEFT: could NOT decide between side-eyes. Cat is a sassy bitch and the 👀 is how he looks out for you as a friend - you just gotta 👄his language

RIGHT: everyone loves the kiss scene but i didn't want to overuse this part of Blue. i think Lister still misses him on the rollercoaster :3

this is a great picture of Arlene (a Rimmerous bastard yet sooo pretty), but i decided to stick with our universe's Rimmer and use Chefs Exam Kochanski Disguise.

its too convoluted to hope for in a quick meme, but my ambition was either pic being about (our) Rimmer genuinely experimenting with gender. the Arlene visage could be a (far) future form a la Hilly/Holly. or not!

the accusatory thumb... get fuckin rekt!!!

LEFT: not a lot of chances to screencap the full outfit, but here's Polymorph San Francisco Chic in all it's glory.

The alleyway brick of cardboard boxes gives the pose a certain standing-on-street-corner vibe. Note Dave's cruising glance back... anthyding could hadplen...

RIGHT: speaking of posturing check out the absolute Pose nano!Rimmer strikes right after returning. the Ego. (... the Id... 🤨)

LEFT: *Kill Bill Sirens*. good blocking, but rejected on grounds of poor image quality.

RIGHT: No need to duplicate yourself to find a bastard! there's one in the mirror every day!

party hat! bestowed by Holly, and therefore free.

I probably will do another of these if people are interested. Do you have a favourite? Does seeing a parallel dimension's version of the meme change your perspective? lmk what you think!

#might do one for mashblr at the end of the year #red dwarf #a very arnie-heavy post ig but thats mostly chance #ogmachinations #textpost extras and commentary #machspeaks #rd memes

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anotherhellchild · 1 year

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Old WIP

soo I know I havent been active in like forever BUT! I've slowly been getting back into bnha :)) ... I finally watched the latest movie and im almost up to date on the manga

anyways I had this idea for a fic like two years ago and I've decided its time I share it cause I don't think ill ever actually write it lol (mostly cause im just not motivated but also cause I lost the draft I had for it) keep in mind that I thought about this like two years ago tho so all the recent manga/anime developments never happend (also mentions of bad parent Mitsuki ahead)

it was gonna be a kid Katsuki fic where Bakugou got hit by a quirk that basically made him 10 years younger (so he’d be 6). And the ‘rules’ to this quirk were the following:

- whoever gets hit by the quirk instantly turns into themselves from 10 years ago

- but like. exactly themselves from exactly 10 years ago. so they'd have the exact memories and body they had at the exact time of day just 10 years in the past.

- so for example if u got hit with the quirk at 3:23pm on the 10th of august 2022 you’d turn into the version of yourself from 3:23pm on the 10th of august 2012 and if you were hungry or thirsty at that time in 2012 you'd still be hungry or thirsty when you appear in 2022 (this is rlly vague but hopefully it makes some sense lmao)

-also say you were playing outside at that time, you'd suddenly be super confused as to where you were and what was happening etc.

- its kinda like the person hit by the quirk rewinds exactly 10 years. does that make sense(?).

- after exactly 24 hours the person hit with the quirk ‘ages’ (or I guess ‘fasts forward’) exactly a year. so 3:23pm august 10th 2012 kid turns into 3:23pm august 11th 2013 kid. cause its a day later.

- they age by exactly a year every 24 hours until they reach they're actual age again. so it takes exactly 10 days for the quirk to wear off.

- whenever they age up again, they have no memory of the day before

those were the basic rules to the quirk and I can't remember if there was anything else to it but yeah (lmk if it made no sense ill try to explain better)

so in my fic I was gonna have Katsuki get hit by the quirk (obviously). and it was gonna be part of my Bakugou Katsuki is class 1a’s big brother - change my mind series which means that id have Katsuki already adopted by Aizawa and part of the Aizawa-yamada household. (Hitoshi, Shoto and Eri also part of the fam of course) but the adoption process was gonna either not be over yet or at least super recent and the extent of Katsuki’s past and abuse was not gonna be known by anyone. also I like hawks so I think I had Baku as hawks’ intern in this

I believe I had already written the first scene where I was gonna have Miruko, hawks and Bakugou out on patrol fighting some villains and then Bakugou getting hit by the quirk. (I forgot the password I need to get to the draft tho💀, so I can't share it with you guys at the moment)

anyways, I thought the idea had a lot of potential cause I was gonna have everyone see how Katsuki aged from a 6yo to a 16yo over the course of 10 days. and I was gonna make it that his ‘past selves’ that ‘appear’ had just been kidnapped or something or had a lot of buises or hadn't eaten in however long and then all of a sudden they find themselves in a room full of (to them) strangers who he obviously doesn't trust. everyone was gonna see first hand how messed up Katsuki’s childhood was. and in the meantime Katsuki was just gonna be trying to figure out whether he could trust these people or how he could escape them.

it was gonna be a lot of trauma and fun!

oh and I was gonna make it that when he initially got attacked by the quirk, it would've coincidentally be exactly 9 days away from the anniversary of when the sludge villain attacked him. meaning that his 14yo self (that would've showed up on day 9 of the quirk) was gonna happen to be in the middle of being choked by sludge whilst the quirk hit which would make it that (to him) it'd feel like he’d be fighting sludge one second and then he’d suddenly be in front of a whole class of UA students the next.

I had all these ideas for the fic that I can elaborate on if anyones interested! but I mostly just wanted to share this cause I started thinking about my old WIPs recently and thought it'd be fun to talk about them!

feel free to send me any asks about this if you want! maybe ill try to look for my old headcanons and wips if anybody’s interested

#bakugou katsuki headcanons #katsuki bakugou #abusive Bakugo Mitsuki #there was gonna be lots of dadzawa #and eri hitoshi shoto and baku as siblings #and Katsuki and hawks #kidnapped bakugou #that was for sure gonna be a thing too lol #don't remember how much I was gonna have Aizawa discover about that tho #cause I had another wip that went into the whole #Bakugou Katsuki gets kidnapped a lot headcanon #abused Katsuki bakugou #class 1a #Bakugou Katsuki is 1a's big brother #kid katsuki

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disabledidols · 29 days

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Pinned post!

This blog is for talking about, celebrating and enjoying different disability headcanons for fictional idols. This includes all disability headcanons, regardless of if they're physical, intellectual, neurodivergent, ect.

If you need to address us call us 'Stary Dogs', we're a physically disabled system and we also run @disabledstraydogs.

TRANSBALED IDENTITIES AREN'T ALLOWED HERE! PEOPLE WHO ARE TRANSABLED SHOO

How to request:

★ Send in your headcanon through the ask box. A simple example could be: 'I headcanon that Kanta Konoe had chronic fatigue'.

★ If you can write why you headcanon this! We love hearing stories and personal interpretations

★ We will then make a headcanon post for this, including any writing you add.

Other things:

★ You are also more then welcome to request icons and/or headcanon posts as well! We love editing and writing :3

★ You can request specific flags, we try and use a variety of them but if you have a specific one you want using then lmk

★ If you want to request specific roles or subtypes in/of a disorder (ie an alter role or a OSDD system) then you can!

★ We welcome a mix of other headcanons as well (ie Saki is disabled and trans)

Rules:

★ All headcanons are welcome here, regardless of if they're 'canon' or even if they 'make sense'.

★ Please, while romantic requests are okay and encouraged, do not request any pedophilic or incestuous ships. Platonic and familial versions of these are fine.

★ Multiple requests are fine, but please use separate asks for us to be able to organize things

★ I will try to write image ID's for posts but please keep in mind that we have ME/CFS and are physically disabled- Writing them takes time and energy that we sometimes do not have.

Theme

Icon ID: An image of Shiki Wakana in front of the disabled flag

Header ID: A picture of Shiitake, a large dog with yellow and white fur. On her head is a bandana with a small version of the disabled pride flag edited onto it and a pair of lightsticks by each eye. The lightsticks have been changed to be a lighter shade of blue. Next to her is some grey that reads: this dog loves all disabled idols! Keep on shining!

Post ID: An edit of Rui Kamishiro in a wheelchair with a white outline around the lower part of the picture. In the background is the disabled flag.

Divider ID: A thin line divider that is a gradient version of the disabled flag

#mod posts

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obeymesheep · 2 years

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Royal AU Lucifer

Knight Reader, he/him you/your pronouns

Warning! Battle, death, Violence nothing to graphic tho, and with lots of fluff at the end but also pretty ambiguous

AAAAAAAAAA I've been thinking about this for so long and worked really hard on it and i hope it comes off the way. I might do a whole series of this, if this does well and lmk if you want more!

Lucifer, a cold-faced prince with an impeccable ability to avoid his father's marriage alliance attempts, although he was handsome, he was also terrifying, in a kind of ruin your life way. So, the occasional suitor scare wasn’t hard when a sturdy glare could catch them a carriage out of his kingdom. He thought he was far better observed from afar anyway, although dreams of romance weren't completely off the table. He often hoped, in his id, that someone, maybe a far-off prince, would dance him, into falling in love with him, into Lucifer declaring that he belongs to him, mind, body, and soul. However, now wasn’t the time for daydreams.

Lucifer was preparing himself for a takeover, a brutal one. Lucifer was going to kill his father, the king. Lucifer's father was a tyrant, ruling with an iron fist, putting himself, before Lucifer and his brothers, and even before his kingdom, and his people. He started pointless wars, only to ravage and rape. Held his power, and his mercy just over their head, only to stake his claim into the land. Lucifer was enraged by his brutality; he wasn’t going to play his pawn anymore.

He had raised an army of rebels, most of them his battalion. He had the sway of the people. Most importantly he had the training and weapons to kill an armed tyrant. Why did he feel so empty, so lachrymose, he thought he might feel guilty, or maybe happy, proud of himself. Perhaps he was lonely, afraid of the conscience of killing one's father. None of that would matter on the battlefield, none of it would matter when he will be sitting on the throne. Suddenly he was aware that he was ready, shoving all that down, resting his palms on his head for a minute. Lucifer's guard came in and cupped his cheek with his right hand, “My prince, are you all right? You feel quite hot.” Lucifer could tell that his devoted knight was just as hot and nervous as he, not wanting to lose what semblance of friendship they had with death.

You had been Lucifer's knight since he turned sixteen when you were just naïve kids. You would never live to let Lucifer die; you were to be the only one to be in the throne room with Lucifer and his father, and if it came to it you would die for him. When Mammon, the second born ran away, to outrun the world with his lover, and outrun his father's intense pressure, Lucifer had only himself to blame and, vowed to destroy the king. You noticed a change after, Lucifer had shifted into someone cold-blooded, hard, sadistic, and prideful. It's not like you minded much you were just worried about him, worried about what the stress of ruling would do to him.

“I'm just fine” Lucifer smiled; a true one you had not seen grace his face in a long time. The last time you saw him smile was when you had told him that, you had no grand dream of power or wealth, that serving him was dream enough for you, and he smiled; a soft dreamy smile, a smile that said all that needed to be said. Lucifer suddenly stood, taking your hand that once rested on his cheek, and bestowed it with a kiss, letting it fall back to your side, he grabbed his crab sword and left the room.

The cry of the battle outside was loud, barricaded inside. Lucifer stood off from the king. The clashing of swords and the king's laughs rang through the room. Their swords are like stars in the dark. Lucifer was injured. Having taken too many hits. So was the king, staggering breaths and cackles ringing for nobody's ears but your own. Lucifer was quick on his feet. Quick to dodge any swing that came his way. Quick to bounce back with a slam of his sword. The king took him by surprise, cutting into his side as blood poured onto the blade as well as the floor. Standing over him the king readied to kill his son.

You left forgotten on the sidelines, took your weapon, and with a slice, his arm clanged to the floor. Screams rang out, but not for long as Lucifer's blade pierced through his skull. With shaky breaths Lucifer ascended to the throne, the heel of his boot digging into the skull of the tyrant who would soon be forgotten in history. Relief spread as the horrifying sounds outside dispersed, everyone already knew Lucifer had won. You kneeled at his feet bowing your head, and he giggled. Which erupted into joyous chuckles, “My prince, what is so funny? You are injured and should let me tend to you.” He just smiled again with tears in his eyes, letting me see his wound. “You shouldn’t call me that anymore you know, just call me Lucifer.”

You kissed his bloodied hand, the hand that would rule with grace and dignity, with you right beside him. “What if I like calling you that, My prince?” You whispered into his hand, “Very well, darling” Kneeling once again you took his hand to your forehead. You would forever protect him, the nights he demanded you stay in the room, the late nights in the library, and on the battlefield; and you know he would do the same for you.

#creams fluff #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me swd #obey me royals #obey me au

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itsnot-faith-ifyou-useyoureyes · 3 months

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INTRO POST!!!!!

You can call me vampy or sophia idgaf. This blog is just for shits n giggles bc I like making blogs n stuff

Anywayssssss I do actually plan on changing this blogs theme like every month n it’s gonna be based off of albums so idk

DNI ⭑ BYF ⭑ OTHER SHIT UNDER THE CUT 😋

DNI:

Rude ppl

Homophobes

Transphobes

Ppl who are weird about ppl not having the same view as them 💀

Waycest / pro shippers (go put on some deodorant pls)

I’ll block if I feel the need to 😋

BYF:

I do post a lot of random shit like I do on most of my blogs. As you can also probably tell I do cuss a lot - if you are uncomfortable with that just like don’t interact or block me

ALSO I LIKE AND FOLLOW FROM @tousyposay

On another side note, tho this is a music blog there could be themes that people might find uncomfortable like death or addiction or blood/gore. If these topics were to somehow make its way onto this blog I’d try my best to tag it. If you see anything on this blog that you feel needs to have a tw tag just lmk id be happy to add it :)

Okay as I said earlier I’m like basing this blog off of albums which I’m gonna change every month or sooo so here’s a list of everything so far

Feb - Folie a Deux - Fall Out Boy (comingapartattheseams)

March - Selfish Machines - Pierce The Veil (urmyfavexplosion)

April - Riot! - Paramore (it’s not-faith-ifyou-useyoureyes)

K that’s like all for rn uh so if you’re interested in my other blogs uhhh

@thxnks4themrms - main side blog where I post about music and random shit and I simp over my partner

@blxxdbxgs - medical themed blog where I post shit about ppl/characters who have a background/theme of medicine. I usually post shit about Nurse Gerard on here

@worldsnumberonecokewhore - my girl blogging blog 💘😻 I post about Sanrio shit here and give advice (it is actually sorta inactive tho)

@vxmpyluvschococat - my side blog where I talk about irl shit 😜

@vampy4president - my side blog for shits n giggles where i talk about politics

Uhhhh I’ll add to this later iggggg

#pinned post #🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯#last updated:#4/14/2024

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jasmine-angel · 5 months

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new pinned post as an extension of a bio:

hi! im Jaz. jasmine / jas is cool too. this is my 3rd chosen name so .. fingers crossed its my last.

im 24. 1999 libra baby. libra sun & moon. sagittarius rising.

i use they/them and she/her pronouns.

i was on T for 2.5 years, and at the time did id as transmasc / male. i don’t any more but i am still a genderqueer woman.

i kin laura palmer mostly, she is gonna be my on and off pfp until this account implodes. also kin marceline so expect a rotation of laura/marcie pfp.

isfp. 6w7. not sure of instinctual variants atm

learning german 🫡 if i have any german mutuals plz dm me and let me practice (im super bad at learning languages but for some reason german has been the only one my brain has been able to latch onto. as well as a tiny bit of korean).

i post sm stuff. lots of ethel cain and boygenius and mitski and mcr.

im very gay - into women and nonbinary ppl mainly tyvm

cptsd and autism 🤌 probably ocd too but that’s largely unexplored.

endometriosis & chronic pain. HEDS. aka my body is shit.

from the UK, have a degree in sociology and criminology and uh i work in a pharmacy.

i post vents under ‘jaz rambles’ which include any and all topics previously mentioned. i dont really do trigger warnings because i dont go into details and also theres too many elements. i do try and tag appropriate content tags but i’ll forget often. if you need smthn specific tagged just lmk. i do not censor words.

dni includes : terfs, maps, homophobes, alt right, forceful christians etc. aka anyone who makes life harder to live for someone else.

okay thats all i can think of rn so 💜 have a good day

edited 27/01/24 to change pronouns, clarify parts and edit a couple things to better reflect what’s going on lol.

#pinned post #pinned intro #jaz rambles #💜

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pinkmoondoll9shihtzu · 1 year

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(lmk if tumblr fucks up this ask somehow)

ive never told anyone else b/c I KNOW it sounds like a creepy pasta (I know this kind of just makes it worse) but I’m being 100% real here. okay a few years ago I was in a class about ghost stories, and our final project was just ‘pick any haunted place and talk about how it got its reputation.’ my boyfriend lived in this old civil war town with a lot of local ghost stories so i decided to do my final project on one of the local haunted spots. there was a graveyard nearby that apparently attracted a ton of ghost hunters once upon a time so it was all boarded up and im kind of ashamed of it now but i was REALLY interested in it and obviously a lot of the local lore involved the graveyard in some way so the more i thought about it the more it seemed like actually visiting it was necessary. plus a lot of my research seemed to point to the actual haunting stories being made up as a prank so i felt safe about it. we went by around sunset (like I said, we needed to stay hidden because everything around the place was off-limits, but I wanted pictures) and my phone screen stopped working, i was trying to get some pictures but my screen started glitching out. my bf took a video of me trying to use my phone even though the entire screen, not just like . when we left the pictures were all weirdly low quality (it was dark out but the sun had JUST set so it wasn’t like, complete darkness, right? but the artifacting on the video I took was so bad it looks like it’s in 240p) so i was like ‘we gotta go back’ because I thought it was awesome honestly. so we decided to hop the fence and go in. and. Okay. I filmed my bf walking into the actual graveyard and the thing is, he kind of just disappeared? in the video I took it’s like he just vanished into thin air, I had a flashlight at the gate and you can still see the area of grass all lit up in front of him but he just wasn’t there. even with it being as dark as it was, i could still make out the graves that he said he was next to, but I couldn’t see him at all. we could still hear each other clearly, and I asked him to come back, and it’s like he just…pops out of nowhere? i asked him if there was an incline or something in the ground but there wasn’t. and I decided to walk in myself with him filming me. so, okay, it was summer, it was hot and humid, but it got unbearable the further into the graveyard i went. i looked around to see if there was any water nearby because it actually felt like a swamp, but there wasn’t—I got to about as far in as my bf said he’d gone before i couldn’t take it anymore, and turned back. when I watched the video of me later, it was the same thing—like I just popped out of nowhere. it’s kind of underwhelming to describe it (I only got a B on my paper) but i 100% believe that I was in a warm spot and nothing can change my mind about it

i love you sfm anon. thank you. this is exactly wjat i needed. in these trying times i rly just need to be told some haunting tales. also i am honored u would tell me despite never telling anyone else b4. i BELIEVE U!! if u still have the video n would ever be willing to post it on youtube or something, id love to see.. the warm spot, i wonder what it cld mean. i read that entities use temperature changes to make themselves known without having to rely on equiptment. altho, crazy ur devices were acting up too. my few ghost experiences have all involved electronic interference in some way. did u ever feel like something followed u after u entered the warm spot? be careful anon <3 oooo now i feel so motivated to visit a graveyard, its been a minute.. thanku so much for sharing it made my day ^^

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youalreadyhavefullresults · 2 years

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hello, my name is t aka 🥹 anon. i have a lot to me and my story, if you want like to know about it, lmk. but im not here to talk about the old story, but how to change from it? i suffer from borderline personality disorder. you can do your research, but to summarize i have really high highs (manic episodes) and really low lows (depressive episodes). so i am extremely prone to spirals and etc. ive been in a toxic manifestation cycle where ive found a new method, failed at it and haven’t gotten results, then i would over-consume and attempt self concept then end up spiralling when i saw people with what i had and realized that my deadline is getting closer and closer (2 weeks) and then search for a new method again. it is so easy to just wallow in your sadness, especially when the media glorifies sadness and makes you jealous of others. ive been in this cycle for 3 years. ive tried to restart my journey by taking breaks and doing things that “i love”, but if you struggle with mental health or know anyone who does, you know it’s not easy to think a certain way or feel a certain way because of your mental illness. i want to restart my journey. not the ways i did before, not by taking a break then noticing that i haven’t manifested my desires and forcing myself to work on self concept or try a new method. i want to unlearn everything and learn what i need and actually do it correctly this time. but i don’t know how to make manifestation not feel like a chore and find a way to do that suits me. here’s the thing, i know basically any answer to any question you could ask me about manifestation and i know how to act on it. but people have different ways they can manifest and what’s subjective to them and i need help finding my way to manifest that isn’t toxic and causes me to spiral and look for a new method. preferably we could dm and you could help me, but replying to my anonymous message is just as efficient. but it gets confusing when you’ve fed yourself so much information from so many different sources, id prefer if you could also recommend a few loa blogs to look at too, so i don’t scroll through 10 million. it sounds contradictory when you’ve consumed so much, but it’s really only because everyone believes and thinks differently. i just want to actually manifest what i want this time and before my deadline. i want to get what i want and not be hindered by my mental health or hinder it even more as a result of failed attempts from every method known to man. how do i reconstruct my mindset and find a routine / way to manifest that fits me even with my mental illness (my parents don’t believe in therapy, so i can’t get treated for it)? especially something to help when i spiral and self sabotage

Hey 🥹 anon,

You mentioned that you didn’t want to take another break and start over, and from what I just read, yeah, taking a break doesn’t seem to be the thing that you need. Instead, let’s direct our attention to this statement.

"ive been in a toxic manifestation cycle where ive found a new method, failed at it and haven’t gotten results, then i would over-consume and attempt self concept then end up spiralling when i saw people with what i had and realized that my deadline is getting closer and closer (2 weeks) and then search for a new method again."

The main reason why this cycle seems to continue is because you're not persisting. And hold on just a sec, I don't mean to say you're not persisting and then just shut the question down. Just read a bit further and you'll see where I'm going lol.

You assumed that the method failed and therefore it did. Why did you do that? How you do know that it actually failed and that there wasn't movement happening already? because you focused on other people's journeys rather than yours. You mentioned that the main reason you spiralled was because you saw other people getting all of their desires and felt bad that you couldn't do the same. However, if "people have different ways they can manifest and what’s subjective to them"(quote taken directly from this ask), then what's to say that doesn't apply to the manifesting time as well?

Everyone is at different stages of their journey, and of course, that impacts the amount of time it might take for them to manifest something as well. You seem to understand this to some extent, so why should you compare yourself to others?

I understand that seeing others succeeding can be off-putting, especially when you can't seem to pull those same results. However, if this is the main cause of you not persisting? That's a huge issue. You could have been so close to your manifestation, but would have had no idea since you stopped persisting.

You definitely do need a break, but not from manifesting. You need a break from loa media. You know how to manifest, you know exactly what needs to be done to get your desires. So take a break from loa media for a while, and get it together lol. Personally, when I go on loa media breaks, I usually screenshot a few loa posts to motivate myself, but other than that, I completely stay away from anything else regarding it for a while. You'll see soon, that you honestly don't need anything more from outside sources, and just manifest away.

One last thing, you mentioned that you wanted me to recommend some blogs for you to read through. However, I'm not going to do that. Why? I really don't think you need to be sent down another loa rabbit hole rn lol. The best way to stop overconsuming, is to stop immediately. If you can, get off this app asap after reading this. You already know what needs to be done. Just affirm + persist. Write out 1 - 3 affs you like and just loop them in your head. That's all you need really. I think it's best for you to just take a break from all loa media until your self-concept and in general manifestation improves.

Oh yeah one last thing, you said that you were struggling with deadlines as well. Instead of using deadlines, I suggest you affirm that you manifest extremely fast instead. That'll take some of the pressure off to get it by a certain date.

Sorry this got really long but I hope it helped, i'm rooting for you <33

#ask #🥹 anon #law of assumption #loa #overconsumption #manifesting #self concept #manifestation

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synonymroll648 · 2 years

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Hi please talk about any fic your writing/want to write to get me back in the writing mood

(Only if you want to no pressure)

[ids in alt. note to readers: the ask photos are in chronological order of when they were sent, and the ask that's being answered is the most recent.]

kay scrolling back through my notifs to see what i'd missed while i was off working on my homework (that i still need to finish lol) and let me tell you. seeing that you'd sent me seven asks (haven't answered the frog ask yet, but i'll get to it, i promise) in the few hours i'd been gone made me laugh pretty hard. which isn't meant to be discouraging!! people chatting me up is fun!

i decided to address everything except for the frog ask in one go, so here we are. i'll try to go in chronological order, but we'll see how that goes. putting my screamings under the cut. (edit: apparently having the shorten long posts setting on just. eradicates the cut. i swear i put it right beneath this paragraph, even if you don’t see it)

wanting to write but not having the energy to write is such a mood. far too relatable. and hello to you too :)

i actually started this fitz-centric keeptober fic because one of the mods for the massive kotlc ten year anniversary month event that's coming up in october (dearest mod, if you're reading this, you know exactly who you are. drink water king, you're amazing) reached out to me and was like (paraphrased) 'hey. do you wanna have two slots/days in the keeptober event? you pick a character and your own prompt for each day and then show us what you've made when the time rolls around, if you're up for it,' and ofc i said yes.

i won't drop what prompts i picked yet, but since you now know the fic i'm writing is fitz-centric and that i only picked one character for my two days, i think it's clear who my character was. i'd actually selected my prompts and such a little before frizzle was like 'hey can i please use writing exchanges with you as motivation' which was my cue to start actually writing the fic. anyway! i'm glad that i've roped you into fic writing for keeptober! even if there's not a free day or a prompt day that fits what you write, i'm sure there's at least someone out there that would love to see what you make.

kay. my dude. you're asking The Sokeefitz Person on tumblr whether or not you should do sokeefitz or sophiana. both ships are amazing, but i think it's fairly reasonable to say that i am almost always going to choose sokeefitz over every other ship option at every opportunity. so i'd start with sokeefitz first, and then if you have time, go for a sophiana fic.

you assumed correctly!! also, having them go pumpkin picking is such a good idea. i can see so so many possibilities there - lmk if you need ideas, i can certainly spam you with a ton. also, if you want me to beta for you, hmu! i wouldn't mind helping you out /gen

finally, the ask that i'm actually answering, according to tumblr formatting. if that makes sense. i hope that makes sense.

ok so this is actually perfectly timed in terms of where i'm at in the writing process of the fitz-centric fic, because i usually have a better idea of what i'm doing than i do right now. sorry not sorry for not being able to give specifics, but i refuse to spoil this fic ahead of time. i want y'all to walk in almost blind for this bad boy.

i'm not one for written linear outlines most of the time, but typically, i have a timeline in my head that's clear enough that i'm ok 'winging' it. my fics and au's are all categorized as 'timelines' in my head. unless fics take place in the same universe (ex: the sokeefitz roadtrip fic, the prequel where they got together, and the other fic where it's biana's pov of growing up in the vacker family and how it changes when fitz leaves, plus her straightn't relationship with maruca. i haven't talked about the latter two fics on here before, so if they don't ring a bell, that's why), none of the ideas cross over with each other. they're neatly compartmentalized.

but here's the thing: i'm sure that a lot of those fics will never get written and published to a place where fellow fandom members can see it, but there's some excellent ideas that i don't want to waste. which is where this fic comes in - this fic, as soon as i started writing, demanded that i take a significant portion of these ideas that i had carefully compartmentalized into boxes that didn't touch one another, and dump them together into an emotional soup. and i get why; all the ideas i'm thinking of have a common narrative theme, and so they'd blend together. but having my writing process turned on its head like that, having myself pick through different universes for the best scenes to throw together into one fic... it's throwing me for a loop, dude. i have no idea how far i'm going to go with this, and it's kinda giving me an 'ohhhhhh ho ho ho i am. so in over my head. time to have my ass kicked by something that's supposed to be under my control' feeling.

this fic in itself, from a writer's pov, is a veeeeeery sketchy experiment. it's like i'm taking donated organs from different creatures with specific original functions to try to and make a new creature that uses those organs differently than originally intended. it's a very delicate operation. very daunting to go into. i'm gonna have to brainstorm more to see what fits and what doesn't - i haven't done my index card brainstorming yet, which is a big part of my initial process, so hopefully doing that and swapping them around into a new timeline will make this a lot less scary and more the fun 'do whatever feels right' project that i first imagined it to be when i gave myself this prompt.

i'll probably sending mutuals (you included) out-of-context asks to determine different plot aspects of this, knowing me. so look out for those ;)

#ask #winterfireice #i would tag as the fitz-centric fic. but that makes no sense to anyone but me

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