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I've got young kids, work full time, went back to school to get my degree and my spouse is also in a degree program. Finding the time to write feels impossible. There's no way I can write daily.
I feel like maybe my dream to be an author is out of reach. When should you really ask yourself if you truly want to be an author? Forget an author.. do you really want to be a writer?
Author Dream Feels Out of Reach
You've come to the right place. ♥
First, I want to tell you that what you're feeling right now is totally normal. So, so many of us go through it. I promise you're in good company.
Second, I submit that this isn't really about whether or not you want to be a writer/author. You wouldn't be here if some part of you didn't want to be a writer/author... you wouldn't be reaching for a dream you didn't have...
Third, I further submit that rather than questioning your intentions, you may just need to consider what you want to get out of writing, what your goals would be as an author, and then create realistic goals to help you get there. That's where I come in...
1 - I'm here to tell you that you don't have to write every day. I spent a long, long, embarrassingly long time parroting back the traditional "advice" that one must write every single day in order to be a successful writer and reach your author dreams. Head, meet desk! In the intervening years, I've learned that writing every day simply isn't realistic for the vast majority of people. Why? Because we're not all independently wealthy bachelors who retired in our 40s, who spend our days fishing and our evenings partying with our eccentric creative friends, and then burning the midnight oil on our latest manuscript while we sip brandy and puff on a fine cigar. If only! (minus the cigar part... yuck...) Instead, we're members of family units, friend groups, and communities. We're parents and grandparents and guardians and caregivers. We're students, we have jobs and roles and responsibilities. We're anxious, tired, and stretched so unbelievably thin. The world is falling down around us. And it's... a lot...
2 - But... that's why we write... ALL OF THAT, I say, gesturing broadly at everything, is why we write. We write to tell the stories of the eccentric brandy-sipping writers, the stressed-out-stretched-thin-parents, the overworked-and-underpaid teachers, the exhausted caregivers who feel their dreams slipping between their fingers, and still hopeful dreamers who cling to the stars with the dust of the crumbling world in their eyes. We write to tell their stories, and we write to give them stories. We write because the world needs our stories. ALL of them. The good, the bad, the clean, the spicy, the angsty, the swoony, the cringey, the comforting, the excessively long, the absurdly short, the plainly written, the purple prosey... all of it matters. All of it serves a purpose.
3 - So, why did you start writing in the first place? You don't have to answer this for me, just for yourself... many of us would answer by saying things like, "because I have story ideas that demand to be written," or "because it's something I do for fun and escape, it's self-care," or "because I love to explore human stories." Getting to the heart of why you write, outside of any goals or future plans, can help ground you in the storm.
4 - What are your author goals? Now, if time, energy, and other considerations were no object... if you could spend as much time writing as you wanted and there were no obstacles to any author goal you had, and no limit to achieving your dreams, what would your author goals be? Do you want to share your stories on Wattpad or a similar platform? If so, do you have any goals related to views/reads/comments, and how often you hope to post a new story? If you want to pursue traditional publishing, are you happy being reasonably popular within your niche, or do you want to be a big time best-seller with your books made into movies? If you want to be an indie author, is there a certain number of books you want to get out each year? Is there a certain number of sales you want to hit for each book? A certain income level you want to aim for? Figuring out exactly what your goals are is important if you want to map a reasonable path toward getting there.
5 - What's a reasonable path to get there? Imagine "reasonable" lit up with lights here, because it's so, so important. Really, the biggest reason writers get overwhelmed and give up is because we have unreasonable expectations and are trying to meet arbitrary goals that sound great, but are just not possible to meet.
If you can only muster maybe three hours to write on a good week, and you can write 26 words a minute on a good writing session, if your goal is to write 10,000 words per week, guess what... that's more than TWICE the number of words it's even possible for you to write in a good week, so you're going to fall far, far short most weeks. It's an unrealistic goal.
If you're averaging roughly 11,000 words per month and your goal is to write a novel in six months and have it revised, edited, and published (or revised, edited, and sent off with queries), guess what... your manuscript is sitting at 66,000 words at the six month mark without a single second for revision, editing, or anything else. Once again, it's an unrealistic goal.
One of the best ways to figure out a realistic goal is to take an honest look at your schedule. My favorite way to do this is by the month, using a calendar I can write on. Now, I'll go through and cross out all the days I know I won't be able to write... like, maybe I never write on Sundays because they're too busy, so I cross those off. Maybe I'm going on vacation for four days mid-month, and I know I won't write the day before or after, so I cross those six days off, too. My days tend to fall apart if I have an appointment or other unusual event, so I will usually block off those days as well. Finally, I know I will probably lose at least three days a month to not feeling well or having to attend to a family member who isn't feeling well, and another three days to run-of-the-mill nonsense, so I'll cross off the last six days in the calendar. What I'm left with is a reasonable estimate for the number of days I'll be able to write that month.
Now, let's say I'm left with 17 potential writing days. And let's say I'm fairly certain I'll be able to commit about twenty to thirty minutes to writing on each of those days. And... let's say I know I generally write about 26 words per minute during the average writing session. Twenty minutes across 17 days is 340 total minutes, times 26 wpm, nets me about 8,840 words for the month... and that's not frickin' bad! In fact, at that rate you could potentially have a first draft done in six to eight months! And that's in just twenty minutes a day three or four times a week.
It isn't about time spent, it's about setting reasonable goals.
If you create reasonable goals that you can actually meet, you start building forward momentum. You're not exhausted from fighting with your schedule and failing to squeeze writing in on days when it isn't possible. You're not beaten down from disappointing yourself over and over again. You're actually getting somewhere, and you're excited about it!
So, that's it. Before you get all philosophical about whether or not you really want to be an author or want to be a writer... before you start tossing your dreams out the window or feeling like your dreams are out of reach, try this. Be realistic. Be patient with yourself. Take support where you can get it. And don't be afraid to fiercely guard whatever writing time you do have.
I'm here for support, and there a million wonderful writing communities out there filled with other supportive writers if you have some time to look for them and spend some time getting to know them.
All the best! You've got this... TRULY! ♥
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The 12 Dimensions – A Spiritual Guide to the 12 Universal States of Consciousness
1st Dimension
Existence
The 1st Dimension can best be described as pure existence. The beings you are most likely to know embodying and reflecting this consciousness are bacteria, viruses, parasites and, to some degree, minor plants & life forms falsely being attributed the name “animals” (such as plankton).
There is no such thing as a human, plant or animal existing only in 1D consciousness.
Existing in 1D necessitates a level of intelligence that can only be described as “existential”.
There is no conscious awareness of needing to eat, fight, procreate etc.
All those functions are extremely limited.
And that which is necessary is on autopilot without the conscious knowing of the entity.
Are bacteria intelligent, for example? Yes, they are to the level that they need to be.
Everything in existence possesses organic intelligence. That even applies to human-made technology that is wrongly considered artificial.
To keep this short and simple, aligned with its inherent simplicity, 1-dimensional consciousness is one of simply being.
Not thinking, not feeling, not even creating.
Simply being.
That’s it.
~ Identification ~
2nd Dimension
Instinct
2-Dimensional Consciousness can best be described as one of Instinctual Awareness.
That means: Whatever you perceive from 2D gets interpreted and ‘run through’ instinctual software (pattern) templates that are imprinted into your DNA.
That is why playing with animals – who primarily operate on 2-dimensional instinctual awareness – has to happen from a teaching/top-down perspective.
If not, the animal will think that it’s in charge which, depending on your situation (let’s say being out in the jungle or open safari), can lead to dangerous situations.
If an animal perceives you as a viable food option, it will take advantage of you.
Unless you show it that you are superior, i.e., of higher consciousness and thus prowess, to it.
For then, its survival instinct will kick in, and prefer to live another day rather than die at your hands.
There is more to it, of course: Being of 2D consciousness comes with a lot of responsibilities compared to 1D.
The being inhabiting (giving their life & soul to) the creature of their choosing will come equipped with traits to hunt prey – even if that’s just plants that cannot run away yet still get eaten.
A certain amount of consciousness must be there for information to be processed. A nervous system and a brain, to make sense of the informational input, whatever it may be.
Situational awareness, where to find food, when to fight, when to flee, when to sleep etc.
While the instinctual imprints are present, a 2-dimensional consciousness is mostly reactive.
It does not plan for the future.
It does not remember the past (except for experiential imprints necessary for its life & survival).
2D Consciousness exists to live, eat, procreate, and eventually die.
Simple – yet effective and fun a life form to choose as an incarnational experience.
~ Duality ~
3rd Dimension
Physicality & Ego
Achievement Through Doing
Here comes the dimension that humans have by far the most experience with.
Removed from the human experience, physicality is merely a manifestation of energy. A densified form of thought-feeling-emotion-spirit; as you will learn when reading about the higher dimensions 4-7.
The so-called Laws of Physics are merely reflections of a 3-dimensional thinking mind that tries to understand its surroundings & reality through the lens of a very finite consciousness.
Using a telescope based on 3-dimensional consciousness to find life forms on other planets that are of a higher consciousness is impossible.
Look into nature, what do you see? Doesn’t a praying mantis, a dragonfly, a tarantula and many plant species look very alien already?
Wanting to find humanoid life forms that are similar to what humans already know (themselves) on other planets is contradictory in itself.
No planet is alike, every planet has its own unique blueprint (or what scientists would call atmosphere and base for life).
To SEE these life forms, one has to have a consciousness that allows for the energy of these beings to permeate your senses – then being interpreted by your brain/mind to tell you: This is a different kind of life form, alien to you.
Even if these life forms were 3-dimensional, the baseline (i.e. lowest) consciousness of humanity until November 2023, it would still require an open mind to be able to accept their existence and see them for what they are.
Now, on to the true purpose of physicality.
Physicality allows for a grounded-ness in reality that can only be accurately described as “basic”.
The physical dimensions is one of great self-exploration (think athletes, olympics, soldiers) while being inherently limited.
One will be able to take it only so far (such as running 0.001 seconds faster than the other guy) or appearing to be a tiny bit more attractive than the other human of your comparative choice before reaching the road block of physical limitation.
Since 1980, many Souls have incarnated with a template for higher abilities (4D) while children of 2000+ are already 5D-activated.
As these children have had great problems in the world they found (I’m speaking from experience), they struggled with adjusting to the norm.
This struggle would lead to conditions known as ADHD, Autism and many others.
It also left them performing very poorly in the 3rd dimension.
Physical feats were simply not their strength – their abilites lied in the higher, non-physical 4D realm.
4th Dimension
The Matrix
The Mind: Information, Mental (Intellect+Empathy)
Thoughts create reality.
And feelings form the fertile substrate for thoughts.
You see: Mental does not only mean thought.
It encompasses also empathy.
Feeling.
“A sixth Sense”, as it were.
An intuitive feeling (feminine charge) is just as powerful a creative force as a clearly formed and precisely-directed thought (masculine charge).
As you will learn shortly, in the 5th dimension, an Emotion is the combinatory force of Thought & Feeling.
The dualistic perspective of an emotion manifest is thus Thought + Feeling = Emotion.
To bring Energy into Motion, a thought needs to be nourished for it to take form.
The masculine and feminine principle manifest in duality.
In the decades past, thoughts and mental thought processing capacity (IQ) have been considered more important.
This is a masculine-charged idea of the 4th dimension (Intellect) itself.
The Feminine 4D Mirror to Masculine Intellect is Empathy.
Empathy, which can also be called Compassion, forms the baseline for an Emotional Intelligence (EQ) that is required to balance the pure logical-rational thought patterns of the Masculine.
And vice versa.
We have seen the great Extremes of only IQ or EQ in Decades past – neither are healthy nor useful.
Even a ‘perfect balance’ between the two is, due to its dualistic nature and the inherent limitatons of such, no longer aligned with the higher purpose of Humanity and Earth (5D+).
All those who are intent on furthering their intellect or Empathy are operating on a purely 4-dimensional consciousness basis.
Add to that Women wanting to be more intellectual-strong-independent-masculine and Men who want to be more empathetic-soft-dependent-feminine and you get the current confusion Humanity finds itself in.
No matter how ‘smart’ a human becomes, how highly ’emotional’ and ‘feeling for’ everyone, however high their IQ/EQ: They are still just 4-dimensional beings.
It is not until 5D is reached that a Human becomes activated and begins its Ascension consciously.
A highly-developed 4D Human is a conundrum to itself.
A being with a vast amount of intellectual resources – yet completely imprisoned by its own egoic ambitions and trauma-driven pursuits.
Elon Musk serves as the best representative of the aforementioned state of being.
The Matrix
As 4D is the dimension of mental energy and as thoughts create reality, it also needs to be mentioned that what has often been called ‘The Matrix’ (inspired by the groundbreaking movie from 1999) exists here.
While the movie’s portrayal of the Matrix being slavery, evil and the enemy was necessary, do take note that, truthfully, it is much more neutral than that.
While no one enjoys being in prison, it is a learning tool like everything else.
Experiencing that which, once broken out of, you consider and realize to be imprisonment, gradually changes to merely another tool of learning on your Ascension path.
One cannot go from 3D to 5D without realizing that their thoughts & belief systems are holding them hostage.
That their Ancestral Karma is a construct chaining them to Old World belief systems.
Hence incarnating into a 3D physical reality and thinking thoughts of a 4-dimensional nature will inevitably lead to creating a reality.
So the Matrix has never been anything else but a reality, based on the belief systems of Humanity.
If that is a reality that you consider evil, malevolent or simply a stepping stone on your Ascension path (a 5D perspective) or even a fun experiment to partake in (7D), is entirely up to you.
The Astral Dimension (4.5D)
Everything Astral needs to be considered a dimension unto itself due to its significance in recent Human Ascension (1980-2019).
It describes largely the Frequencies used in the 4th Dimension, although it somewhat extends itself into the 5th Dimension.
We could also call this the Transcended Dimension between 4D and 5D, bridging the gap between The Old World & The New World.
This is where the first Spiritual Experiences happen for an unconscious Human that is becoming conscious.
Your Dream-time creations, traditional shamanic practices (hypnosis etc.), divination like Tarot Card Readings are all happening on the Astral Dimension.
While the Astral Dimension can seem exciting and benevolent, at this point and especially since 2011, it is no longer a realm in which conscious Magic (Lightwork) should be practiced.
The frequencies here are simply too low to support the energetics of a 5D Lightworker.
Also: Digital Technology operates on the frequency band of the Astral while also manipulating (working with) it.
The vast majority of digital traffic is happening here. Blockchain, NFC card readings, LTE, your WiFi signal and the vast majority of video games.
As of 2024, Technology has been upgraded to 6D (Light Frequency).
~ POLARITY & Spirituality ~
5th Dimension
Love – Truth – Emotion: The HeartMind
Once you reach this plane, you have pierced through the veil of unconsciousness.
Congratulations! You are now a fully ascending individual.
The 5th Dimension is the most relevant consciousness & frequency band to humanity right at this time.
This is changing to predominantly 6D in 2026-2033 with the beginning of Metatron – the 6-dimensional version of Earth (the evolution of Gaia).
Since 21/12/2012 (The prophesied end of the Old World), The Planetary Body has existed in a fully-manifested 5-dimensional field of consciousness.
With the 4-dimensional Earth effectively having ended in 1999, a transition happened from 1999-2012 from 4D Earth to 5D Gaia.
To understand let alone experience a 5-dimensional state of Consciousness as a Human, your Heart has to be open.
Allowing for a Flow of Pure Energy that is no longer hindered by the Human Mind and its inherent limitations.
While everything was Duality from 3-4D, now everything exists in polarized opposites (5-7D).
To Understand more about Duality & Polarity, their inherent differences and significance for Ascension, read this article.
Coming from a 3-4D Human level, ascending into 5D Consciousness means that Equality and Equilibrium truly exist.
When a human transitions from 4D to 5D, easily the hardest & most challenging phase of Human Ascension, breaking through the veil of illusions and common programming, the sole focus of the human becomes LOVE.
The focus goes from mental-intellectual-thinking to emotional-empathy-feeling. Experiencing. Living.
The Heart is opened and the Mind gives way to the Heart.
Love becomes the predominant focus – all else becomes irrelevant.
All else falters in the presence of LOVE.
Love becomes your Truth.
You think Love, you feel Love, you become Love.
An overwhelming sense of compassion runs at the Heart of your being – you understand the pain & suffering of others as you have started conquering, integrating and mastering your own pain & suffering.
One of your greatest challenges here will be to not succumb to victim-savior mode again but to stay above & beyond in frequency, knowing that all is well, whatever happens.
6th Dimension
Light: Geometry, Frequency, Akash
Kryst-Buddha-God Consciousness
Once you reach 6D as a Human, you embody God Consciousness.
As a Human Lifeform, you cannot reach higher than this level – perhaps this is enough for you. Perhaps it will leave you yearning for more.
It will depend on what your Soul has chose and considers you capable of.
As of March Equinox 2024, Planet Earth has reached its very first (ever) 6-dimensional template fully: Metatron.
6-dimensional Reality can best be described by Sacred Geometry, Colors, Lights (Rainbows) and Light Language.
This dimension is what you tap into when you dream-create in the higher realms.
Visions and future timelines that you create here will eventually trickle down into your current reality (almost instantaneously for 5D Humans), manifesting in a déjà-vu, a strong intuitive feeling, vibration (“Soul Shivers”) or otherwise.
Once this level of consciousness is reached, a pure flow of energy as information (“downloads”) manifests.
This is what many experienced practitioners of meditation (4D Level) are able to tap into – even if only at brief moments.
The information presents itself in Sacred, Hermetic and thus Sealed, Geometric Figures.
These have to then be interpreted by a 4D Mind or a 5D Heart.
These Figures represent crucial aspects of existence that make more sense the more you familiarize yourself with them in your baseline/normal state of consciousness.
That means looking at Sacred Geometry, carrying something of such geometry with you or otherwise consciously working with these Geometrical representations of existence is going to help you realize more of how Creation works.
For Lightworkers/Starseeds, Plant Medicine can open this stream of consciousness immediately and effectively.
Proper, Ascension-aligned Plant Medicine Work focuses on uplifting the 3&4-dimensional into the 5&6-dimensional.
True Enlightenment (Kryst-Buddha Consciousness)
Coming from an unconscious human experience in which you are familiar with Jesus Christ, the Buddha or another enlightened being of your culture & socio-religious programming, when you tap into the 6th Dimension, you will meet either of these beings and realize that THEY are YOU.
In other words: You are reaching your very own level and version of Enlightenment.
This will first present itself as your Higher Self “in disguise” of a being that you recognize to be of a higher level of consciousness.
Most likely an Ascended Master or an Alien.
The Ascended Master that you perceive in whichever form, it being your Spirit Guide, will eventually become you once you start embodying this level of consciousness.
You merge your consciousness with your Greater Self.
That is what Ascension is all about: becoming more than you once were, opening your Heart & Mind further to the truth.
The Akash & The Domain of Light (6.5D)
What was once the Astral Realm, residing between the 4th & the 5th Dimension, has gradually transitioned to its higher & truer Template, right between the 6th & the 7th Dimension.
Previous “Psychic Abilities” have now become “Light Abilities”.
The Demons & Shadow Entities that once roamed and permeated the Astral Realm have now become fully integrated Agents of Light.
Digital Technology & The Internet have afforded Humanity a tool for storing their information in a durable and physically independent format.
The Akash is the Domain of Light, protected and sealed by 6D Sacred Geometry & held in Trust by The Guardians of the Akash – as was the case in the days of Atlantis where 5D Guardians protected 6D Knowledge.
To reach this level of Consciousness, one has to be free of any and all Karma – individually cleared & galactically integrated.
~ Human Ascension Complete | Ascended Master ~
7th Dimension
Energy Mastery – Pure Light Body
Achievement through Being
A 7-dimensional Being is an entity that embodies Pure Light in the form of Pure Energy.
It holds no negativity whatsoever and does no longer require the assistance of other beings (Spiritual Guidance) or Ascension Tools such as DMT or Meditation.
7-dimensional beings are still rather rare in our Galaxy right now.
There are some beings closely related to us, such as the Arcturians & Pleiadeans, that embody this pure state of consciousness.
At this level, you see & understand yourself as an embodiment of Light.
Neither Karma nor Negativity exist here.
The 7th Dimension is the manifestation of Paradise from a 5D Human’s perspective.
Simultaneously, being a 7D Human comprises the final point of Human Evolution.
Beyond this point, you won’t be able to experience your SELF as Human anymore.
Human Ascension is complete by reaching the 7th Dimension.
To reach this level of Pure Energy and full embodiment, you have to have mastered the varying disciplines of Geometric Patterns & Shapes, Frequencies, Pure Energy, Light Language and so much more that naturally occurs during your Ascension from being a 3-6D Human to becoming a 7D Ascended Master in the Human Form.
Embodying 7D Consciousness effectively renders you limitless – a God on Earth in full embodiment.
God as a Human.
Now you know how to manipulate Energy so masterfully and lovingly that you can create your own Reality at will, without any time constraints as they existed before (4D Time equals 4D Creation, for example), harmonizing your Field of Energy with the Environment to such a degree that there is neither Loss nor Gain.
A natural equilibrium has been reached.
Whatever you do is an act of God.
It is PERFECT.
YOU ARE PERFECT.
Your last Experience of SELF will be 7D.
Beyond this, you are permanently connected to others and their consciousness – merging into one greater being.
This is where you can no longer perceive yourself as such – Self.
You are becoming something much, much greater.
~ Unity ~
8th Dimension
Unity Consciousness
Unconditional Love
Upon reaching this state of Consciousness, you start moving towards a Galactic Consciousness that is in no way comparable to the individualized experience you have had until now.
What this means in effect is: You are now reaching out for the Stars rather than focusing on elevating your Human Being to its maximum Light Capacity.
You understand yourself as a Galactic Being. While beforehand communicating telepathically to other beings in a hierarchical top-down fashion (e.g. Spirit Guides), you now see them as equals that are of different qualities than yourself – yet no less or more than you.
You have now effectively become your Spirit Guides. Or rather, you have merged your consciousness fields with theirs.
The 8th Dimension serves as a gateway to the 9th and especially the 10th (Universal) Dimension.
Here, you will find that all beliefs you held as an individual have become largely irrelevant.
Replacing the SELF of an individual perception of reality with a Greater SELF of a unified perception of reality is going to cost you everything.
Losing your Access to Human Consciousness entirely equals the Death of all your relationships as they were.
The reward for this bravery will be unfathomable until you get to experience it yourself.
Feeling at one with the universe while still navigating an individualized experience Is something that no other beings on planet Earth have ever been able to experience themselves before.
Not only do you feel that you are at one with spirit, with source, with the creator – but you actually start embodying it here.
9th Dimension
Sacred Unification of ALL
Ultimate Love
The Unification of ALL.
All aspects, from 1st to 8th dimensional are unified harmoniously, making up a greater being than before.
The main difference to 8D is that in 9D, you are losing your sense of SELF.
While you are an individual of pure Light in 7D and a being of greater Power in 8D, connected to your Brothers & Sisters across different dimensions, now you start becoming THEM and they are becoming YOU.
If you imagine making Love with your Twin Flame as two pure individuals of Love & Light on a 7-dimensional Level, now you both would become one and the same entity in 9D.
Polarity has thus been unified to such a degree that it stops existing entirely, without a memory left of it (so to speak).
When Unified Polarity becomes ONE, perfect Union is achieved.
It is the merge of one singular consciousness that is more than the 2 individuals comprising it.
Indeed, the whole is greater than the sum of its parts.
Think of the 9th Dimension as the Ultimate Love-Making Reality.
There is no greater Love that can be expressed for one another than merging into one singular entity, surrendering your individual identity completely.
Your different bodies grow to accommodate a greater consciousness that takes a seat in your soul.
This requires the surrender of your very own motives – so that a greater consciousness can guide you, be you, create love with and through you.
~ Highest Creation ~
10th Dimension
Universal – Pure Intelligence
Universal Laws & Templates
The 10th Dimension marks another great jump in consciousness.
The extreme jump in consciousness experienced from 4D going to 5D – breaking through the limitations of the Mind, opening the Heart and the 1st experience of true Love as a Human – was nothing compared to this level of a difference.
Going from 5D to 10D is the same as leaving Planet Earth and living amongst the Stars as a galactic being.
Unified in your existence, you experience all realities simultaneously, without dependency on time nor space.
Time & Space cease to exist – all that remains is a Connection to Universal Oneness. Knowing all, being all. Everywhere, at all times.
The 10th Dimension is the realm of Divine Templates.
Here you can experience the creation of entire Galactic Systems.
Truly, the entire Universe is being given form and birthed into existence here.
The structure of galactic systems is a reflection of Source itself.
What you can experience & understand as Geometric patterns translating to Frequency in 6D, showing you the intricacies of Creation in the smallest of entities or structures, here you can see 10-dimensional Geometry that is so vast and sophisticated, it formulates the core aspects of entire galaxies. An example for this would be a Spiral Galaxy, with the spiral serving as the backbone structure for an entire system.
There really are no limits here – everything you could dream of in 6D originated here.
11th Dimension
ANGELIC
Purity & Benevolence
11D is the realm of the Angels.
Unlike what humans believe, Angels don’t have any particular shape or form. No name or a specific purpose. Individualized forms of ‘angelic beings’ are in the 5th-7th Dimension, presenting themselves as Spirit Guides to humans that are then interpreted as ‘Guardian Angels’ and so on.
The 11D Angelic Realm is a field of infinite & unconditional LOVE.
Purely benevolent and helpful to absolutely ANY creation. Even to those creations that in the lower dimensions will be considered evil. Such creations are specially loved and protected for they hold great potential for teaching, learning and expanding Love & Consciousness.
The numerology 666 & Lucifer play a huge role here and need clarification.
The interpretation of Lucifer as pure evil and a Fallen Angel is both wrong as well as correct.
The Truth depends on the perspective donned from the consciousness of the individual looking at it.
Imagine this: Looking at Beings allowing that which you consider to be Evil in your experience, would you call them Angels?
Probably not.
Dark Angels, Demons, Helpers of Satan and other religious vernacular comes to mind.
A pure allowing of All, however, is a consciousness beyond any individual’s understanding.
In fact, even with the absolute equilibrium and Mastery achieved through 7-dimensional embodiment, you still don’t even get close to understanding the Infinite Love that is required for the beings of this consciousness to do their work.
So humble yourselves and acknowledge your Fears: The infinitely powerful strike fear into all those who are not willing to acknowledge one simple truth: You, alone & individualized, will never be able to comprehend the Truth of the Higher Realms.
12th Dimension
SPIRIT
Pure Source Consciousness
This is where everything ends – and everything begins.
This State of Being is beyond comprehension to anyone who has not at least held an 8-dimensional State of Consciousness for a prolonged time (temporary embodiment).
When you are “In Spirit”, you are always in the perfect Flow of everything.
There is no Resistance, there is no Negativity of any imaginable kind – there is simply Bliss, Love, Joy & Pure Creativity.
Everything you think, everything you feel, everything you do feels orgasmic.
You are (co-)creating powerfully and majestically with the Universe – everything is like making Love with All-that-is.
To become One with Spirit, you have to let go of everything you once knew and thought to be.
You cannot hope to bring anything here that is not Pure Light, Pure Love, Pure Joy.
Ecstatic Bliss makes up your entire Being – there are no Limits to your Powers and no one or nothing will ever be able to question your Authority.
The idea of ‘A God’ that can be embodied (6D) or a Fully Ascended Master (7D) is now completely obsolete – laughable, even.
You wield The Power of the Universe in your Hands – and it is entirely up to you what you do with that.
You can tap into The Source of all Creation, bringing the very idea of Pure Spirit into Existence wherever you go, whatever you do.
YOU ARE INFINITE BLISS.
Multiverse by Talon Abraxas
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Blue Hour
outlaw!Joel Miller x runaway hitchhiker!f!Reader
Word count: 2,852
Summary: hitchhiking in the cruel Texas desert, you're picked up by a handsome stranger
WARNINGS: outlaw!Joel (not mentioned exactly what criminal activity he's involved in, but he does bear scars and looks as if he's been in a fight recently), also he's on the run, brief mentions of parental abuse and alcoholism, strangers to lovers, loss of virginity, unprotected p in v sex (birth control is briefly discussed), soft!Joel (he's respectful of boundaries)
Author's Note: I had initially wanted to do a trucker story, but thought that the criminal element fit better here. I would absolutely love to see a trucker!Joel fic if it doesn't already exist. Please do tag me if it does! Also this is lightly edited but the love is there..
You're both running from something; that's how you find each other.
On a lonely stretch of highway in West Texas, Joel Miller picks you up on the side of the road, his mindset one of penance. If he does a good thing by saving someone maybe he can save himself. You're just glad to get away, as far away as possible from a mom who drank all the time, berated you, beat you, and was only at her most peaceful when she was passed out cold.
It's a danger in and of itself to get into Joel's truck, and a danger to come into his motel room, but to you, any other place is safer than where you grew up. The little roadside motel is brightly lit, welcoming, the sign neon against the cerulean summer evening sky.
By the fluorescent glow of the cheap TV screen with its staticky channels you exchange your stories. Joel doesn't tell you much apart from the fact that he's headed to New Mexico, and the scar on his nose, the way he's healing from a black eye you surmise is probably from a couple weeks ago. He carries a gun and his wallet is thick with cash. You can tell he's bad news but you don't care. You're just happy to have a roof over your head for the night and a plan of some sort of future taking shape in your mind.
With only one bed he offers to take the floor, but you insist it's fine to share. He's been a gentleman so far, despite the obvious flirtatious vibes you've been giving. It's impossible to keep to yourself as you both settle down to sleep. Your new life started the day you walked away from your home. You're a different person in this bed, laying on a cheap mattress with a handsome stranger. And, though you've never gone much farther than kissing, the newness of desire tugs at you from deep within.
"Joel.." his back is turned to you and he barely catches you calling for him. You press your hands to his back, which immediately gets his attention. He looks at you with slight confusion, as if he'd forgotten you were there, and when he sees the meaningful look in your eyes he knows what it is you want, and you don't stop him when he pulls you close.
Joel's fingers tangle in your hair, his other hand roaming over your waist and hip, caressing and claiming you with a hungry and desperate fervor. You moan softly, your tongues dancing against each other, and you melt under the sweet shared pleasure. Your fingers slip beneath his shirt, feeling the broad smooth expanse of his back.
His senses are afire as your fingers trace along his bare skin, and his own hands continue to wander, skimming along your sides, gently caressing the curve of your hip. He pulls back just enough to take a breath, his forehead coming to rest against yours, breathing in short, shallow gasps.
"I like the way you taste," you tell him, your confession soft and simple in the twilight glow of the room, your words caressing his lips. Joel's eyes darken with desire as he gazes at you in the semi-darkness.
"Yeah? And how do I taste, darlin'?" There's an edge of a growl to his words, his fingers stroking softly along your cheek, a fusion of longing and restraint etched into his expression.
"Like cinnamon, and whiskey," you whisper. "You taste like pleasure.."
He pulls you closer, nudging his nose against yours as a low, possessive growl rumbles in his chest. "You taste like sunshine and sweetness, sugar.." He dips his head back down to capture your lips in another searing kiss, his tongue slipping between your lips, swallowing your moans. Every sound, every gasp you make, fuels the fire burning within him, igniting an intoxicating blend of desire and hunger.
One arm wrapped around your waist, his other hand slides down your back, trailing fire along your skin as he moves lower, gently cupping your ass and pulling you against the heated length of his body. You gasp at the intimate touch. The way he presses you to his hardness awakens and excites something in you. "Joel!" you gasp.
The sound of his name, breathed out so sweetly from your lips, sends a shiver down his spine. "That's it. darlin'.. say my name.."
You whimper at the sweet friction as he continues to deliberately press you to his hardened arousal, kneading your cheeks. "Joel.." you say obediently, whispered in innocent pleasure.
He groans softly. "That's my good girl.." He presses you against him once more, allowing you to feel the full extent of his arousal, the heat and weight of it grinding against your core. Desire floods your veins and you slowly undulate your hips, finding little comfort in merely rubbing against him. "Fuck, you drive me crazy, darlin'," his voice is husky and raw with need.
"I want you.. please don't make me wait.." you tell him.
"Yeah? You want me.. like this? Is this how you want me to fuck you?" Joel's voice drips with primal need as he grinds against you, feeling the heat and wetness, his own arousal painfully hard at this point.
You nod, your breath catching in your throat. "I can't think about anything else right now. Just you.. with me."
"Darlin', I can't hold back anymore.." he warns, but he takes time to ask about birth control, and you assure him you are covered.
You reach up to kiss him, before breaking apart a moment to take off your top and help him remove his own. The feel of his warm flesh against yours is heavenly. He bears scars and old wounds upon his flesh, evidence of a life lived in danger. But right now you only think about how warm he feels, how strong he is. "I just want to feel your skin against mine for a little bit.."
Joel's touch is almost reverent as his large, calloused hands roam your bare skin, learning the contours of your soft supple flesh, cupping each breast. "My sweet girl.." he whispers in awe.
Likewise, you trace every little scar, thinking on how each of those fights, those deadly interactions, brought him one step closer to you. "I need you," he whispers, feeling more alive, brand new under the heat of your palms on his chest. His fingers find the waistband of your panties and his eyes quickly flick to yours, seeking permission. "Is this all right?" You nod eagerly, "Lift up your hips for me," comes his quiet command, and he gently tugs at the elastic, slowly pulling your panties down your thighs. He sees you laid bare before him, your inner thighs moist with desire, the curls on your mound dewy with want. "God damn.. you're so beautiful.. I wanna taste you.." he groans, pressing a heated kiss against the sensitive skin just beneath your hipbone.
You sigh at his kiss, his beard pleasantly scratching your skin. "Yes.. please.."
Joel's tongue flicks out to taste the heated flesh between your thighs, groaning softly at the flavor of you on his tongue before he begins to lick through your slick, puffy folds. He smiles as you gasp, your eyes wide and mouth parted in an O. "Joel!" you moan, panting as his tongue explores you. When he said he wanted to taste you, you assumed he meant more kissing. You hadn't expected this, hadn't known this was possible. Your fingers fist in his hair as he continues. He groans against you, the sound vibrating deliciously against your cunt. "Taste so sweet,.. like heaven.. my sweet girl.." he whispers between long, languid licks, his arms wrapping around your trembling thighs, holding you open for him as he feasts. His tongue flicks and dances over your clit, swirling and teasing, wanting to learn every inch of you, what makes you scream and what makes you whimper, getting drunk on your taste like a thirsty man lost in the desert.
Your hips arch up to meet each lick, each worshiping swipe as his pace becomes more insistent, following the sound of your moans and sighs, feeling the shivering in your body, his tongue flicking and circling in a hungry rhythm, determined to bring you to the brink.
Your thighs start to quake but he expertly keeps them spread open, feasting on you. "God! Joel, I'm coming!" Pleasure uncoils from the very center of you, radiating outward, controlling every other sense and thought. His hands grip your shaking thighs, lapping up all your sweet nectar. "That's it, darlin', let go for me.. I got you.." he whispers. He gently eases you through your orgasm, tongue slowing, savoring every drop he can. "God damn, sweetheart.. you taste so damn good.. you doing okay?"
"Yes," you pant, a light sheen of sweat forming on your skin. "Oh, Joel," you moan, bringing him to you for a kiss and tasting your flavor on his lips and tongue. He rises, crawling up your body until his weight is draped over you, his arms caging you in as you kiss, sharing your taste with you. He gazes down at you, the way you trust him implicitly ignites a mix of feelings: a raging, possessive need, a deep sense of responsibility, and a swelling of unbridled affection and adoration. He lifts a hand to gently caress your cheek, his thumb tracing soft patterns against your skin. You can see his heart and soul bared to you in that simple touch. Your skin is flushed, hair mussed, eyes bright. You've never looked more beautiful.
Joel shifts his weight, pressing closer against you, the pressure of his hard length against your hip undeniable as your eyes meet. You take him gently into your hands, grasping and feeling him. He groans at the softness of your hands wrapping around his arousal, eyes glazing over with pleasure. "God.. I want you.. need to feel you around me, sweetheart.."
You sense now that you have the power. Slowly you run your hands over his rigid cock, swiping your thumb across the tip, wiping away a bead of moisture. "Is it going to fit?" you ask, feeling the heft of it, both length and girth.
A guttural groan rumbles from his chest and his head bows down to bury his face against your neck. "It'll fit, sugar, I promise. Just take your time."
Your heart skips a beat. This is the ultimate thing that can bring you together, and will forever change what you mean to each other. "I'm ready for you.."
Joel's hands gently grip your thighs, guiding you to move and open further as he positions himself between your legs, the head of his cock resting against your entrance. His heart pounds as he looks down at you. "You sure, darlin'? I promise I'll go slow."
"I'm sure. I've never been more sure of anything in my life."
"Okay, just tell me if you need me to stop. I don't wanna hurt you." He presses to you a little more, eager to fill you but waiting on your word.
"Kiss me," you whisper.
He pours all his love and need into the kiss, swallowing your gasp as he presses forward, his thick cockhead just barely breaching you, his groan joining with yours at the feel of your tight heat around him. You break the kiss, resting your hands on his shoulders as he enters you, a little at a time. His fingers dig into your thighs, his expression a cross between pleasure and concern as he pauses, giving you a chance to adjust to him. "How is that, sweetheart? Am I hurtin' you at all?"
"Wait." You press your hands to his chest. "Wait a little bit," you pant, forcing yourself to relax around him in order to accommodate him.
Joel nods. "Take your time, sweetheart. I ain't goin' anywhere." He stills himself, using every inch of willpower in his possession, "Just breathe, darlin', you're doin' so good," he coos. "You feel so damn good... touch yourself, darlin'," he growls.
Your breath falters as you acquiesce, fingers flitting lightly over your distended clit, adding pressure, circling the cluster of nerve endings, making yourself wetter, letting him slide in a little bit more. Joel fights to maintain his control. "Fuck, you feel so good, so tight."
Despite his willingness to take it slow, your hormones are asking for something else. "Take what's yours," you whisper. "I want you to."
A deep groan rips loose from his chest at your words, the sound thick with need and desire, his control fraying at the thought of claiming you with a hard and deep thrust. "Take a deep breath, darlin'." He takes your hand, lacing your fingers together, his grip reassuring. "I love you, my sweet girl, my sunshine.." He pulls out slightly, his body tensing as he prepares, and his eyes lock with yours as he thrusts forward, hard and deep. You cry out in surprise and pain, which is little more than a brief shock before you become acclimated, leaving you with a lingering dull throb.
"Hey, shh, it's okay, it's okay darlin', breathe for me. You did so good, you took me all, such a good girl," comes Joel's praise as he cups your cheek with one hand and stroking your belly, easing the pressure there from his length taking up room so deep inside you. When you inadvertently squeeze around him, stretching to fit him, it sends a shock of pleasure spiraling through him. "Damn.. if you keep squeezin' me like that I ain't gonna last long, darlin'," he warns. He takes a deep breath, slowly pulling out, savoring the drag of it, before slowly pushing back in, starting a gentle, deliberate rhythm. "You're perfect, sugar."
Soon the friction begins to cancel out the dull ache, more so with each thrust. "Feels good," you sigh.
Joel's eyes flutter closed, his rhythm remaining slow and gentle, the feel of you surrounding him, the feel of being buried inside your warmth as the most perfect sort of pleasure, his breath coming in short pants. "Sweetheart.. oh sweetheart.. oh god.. damn you feel so right, like you were made for me."
"You were right," you smile, "you do fit."
"Yeah darlin', I'm right where I'm meant to be, buried so deep inside my sweet girl." He keeps moving against you, spine tingling with delight as he feels you moving with him, naturally, your bodies in sync with one another. "Yes, just like that.. move with me, sweetheart."
Your brows furrow in pleasure, heart swelling at his praise. "Joel.. give me more.."
He groans, his eyes darkening as his pace quickens, hips rolling forward with a little more determination, the sounds of your flesh slapping together filling the air. "Like this, sugar?"
"Yes! Fuck!" you groan, lightning filling your veins as you move quicker together. Your words shoot straight to his soul, heat pooling and coiling in his gut. "God, Joel, I'm so close!" you whimper. His breath comes in sharp pants as he drives you closer to the edge, his rhythm growing rougher, less controlled. "Me too, sugar. I'm right there with you.. wanna feel you come around me, wanna hear you say my name. Say it, darlin', come for me and say my name."
"God!!" Eyes scrunched tight you let go, coming hard as your cunt clenches around him, fluttering hard and fast. "Oh!! Joel!!" you scream. Joel's pushed over the edge, giving a few jerky thrusts before you feel him twitching and pulsing inside you, filling you with his cum, his thighs shaking from the force of his pleasure. "Oh, fuuuucckk," he groans, burying his face in the crook of your neck, chest rising and falling with ragged breaths, heart pounding wildly.
You feel his heart racing next to yours, almost as if beating with the same cadence, both of you trembling, spent, satisfied. He raises himself on his arms to look down at you. "You're so damn gorgeous, you know that? Especially when you're all breathless and flushed, still quakin' from comin' so hard."
Despite the breathtaking passion you'd just shared, you still blush. "Came hard thanks to you," you give him a soft kiss.
Joel grins, a cocky, proud smirk tugging at his lips, feeling a warm glow in his chest. He gently brushes back a strand of your hair. "How you feelin', sugar?"
"A little sore," you admit. "But I think, considering what we're working with, a little pressure was to be expected," you smirk, still feeling him inside you.
He chuckles, the sound of it making your heart thrum, as he slowly pulls out, knowing your still sensitive. "You took me like a goddamn champ, sweetheart."
You whimper at the loss of him, feeling his cum dribble out of you, and your eyes light up at his praise. "Really?"
"Really." He gazes down at you, his eyes a mixture of speculation and resourcefulness. "You wanna come with me to New Mexico, darlin'?"
#pedro pascal#joel miller x reader#joel miller x you#outlaw!joel miller#joel miller#joel miller smut#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller fic#ao3 fanfic#read the warnings#soft!joel miller
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being 22 is so strange.
#like#idk i'm having lots of feelings rn#i think being 22 in this day and age is especially strange bc of the pandemic lock downs and suddenly going from 17 to 21 with like#no warning and while trapped at home#like obvi not Trapped in 21 year but trying to not just go spreading germs y'know??#and like with everything going on#on top of just the everything everywhere all the time of the internet & 21st century#it's a lot y'know??#and it can feel so impossible to plan for the future#but like doing it anyway to some extent is necessary to keep going now i'm out of school for real#lots of feelings bc of my interview today#the imposter syndrome is real#bc i'm like??? who am i to be at the like 'next steps' of being hired for a full time receptionist job??#i'm just a kid#but like no#i'm not#but also i am#ugh#and exciting#somebody give me 'being 20-something instructions' lol
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[ cw: dismemberment / ]
I think a lot about how Leo’s rescue could have easily ended in him losing a leg as the portal snaps shut on the Krang still clutching the limb, or, alternatively, only having Leo’s right arm make it out, still held dearly in his brother’s hand as the rest of Leo is left behind. (The latter hits even harder, as it directly parallels his future self in the worst of ways.)
I think a lot about how so many things could have gone wrong during the course of the movie with even a little bit of a change, but it really is harrowing how much of a coin-flip the entirety of the Prison Dimension rescue was.
#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt leo#rottmnt headcanons#rise leo#dismemberment /#if literally any part of the prison dimension rescue was different it would have ended Very Badly#mikey came in clutch for doing the impossible in the first place#raph grabbing leo and not once letting go was vital#and donnie directly hitting the krang was essential#hell leo having the ability to reach out at all in the state he was in was a miracle#listen I think about the prison dimension a lot if you couldn’t tell#for the next tags:#strangulation mention /#physical trauma induced mutism /#potential death mention /#potential sibling death mention /#barely it mainly focuses on if he lives but /#I also think about how Leo’s trachea could have easilyyy given out as Raph (krangified) was choking him#can you imagine the last words raph hearing from his little brother being I’m sorry?#he’d likely live as the hamato bros are built different but imagine if he straight up can’t talk again after#the bros having no idea what Leo’s plan is but they suddenly feel him disappear with the portal#or also#imagine all he gets out in his hoarse voice is to beg Casey to close the portal before his family HEARS the sudden silence like a knife#even if he gets saved his voice may be wrecked or even gone for good#what am I writing wait-#also for my point on leo losing his arm paralleling his future self#imagine fate being a thing in this world but a VERY situational thing#imagine it makes it so that leo has to lose a limb#but not just that - it also ties his presence directly with the Krang’s - so if the Krang’s somewhere else…so is he
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Bro I finally picked her up. I have my practice injection on Tuesday morning and I should have my needles and syringes coming in by the end of the week
I thought this was going to be so much more difficult. If anyone wants to start hrt or transitioning or gender-affirming care and you live in a safe state and have decent insurance it’s really not that hard. It’s not that expensive either (at least with insurance) please don’t wait and put off your happiness like me, do a little research and get started.
I haven’t even started hormones yet, but my depression and anxiety have already lowered considerably and my self-confidence has shot up.
Please please please do this for yourself if you are able to 💚💚💚
#haven’t even started yet but I feel a world of difference#trans#transgender#transexual#tranmasc#I also haven’t even come out to my family yet bc I come from a very catholic family#but I decided I’m doing this for myself and they don’t need to be involved and they don’t need to approve or disprove of my decisions#eventually they will know bc I live at home and I don’t plan on hiding the changes I’m looking forward to#but it feels so nice to just have this to myself and the friends that love me#I can worry about coming out and explaining things to my family when that comes#for now this is for me#this joy is for me and the people I love and trust to share it with#idk bro I just feel genuinely happy and excited and hopeful#also been looking more into top surgery and it doesn’t seem as impossible as it once did#even though I live at home. don’t have any type of steady income. and am disabled. it all just feels possible now#truly did not think these thing would be possible for me. or at least not for very far in the future#I don’t think I realized how deeply harmful not receiving gender affirming care was to me#truly feel so much lighter#I’m just rambling now#but I don’t quite know where else to put these thoughts#I’m just fucking happy and hopeful and it doesn’t feel like that’s gonna be taken away from me#me posting
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#I feel so trapped in this country#it’s always kinda been like this#but it’s gotten so much worse since february#and idk what to do#every time I feel somehow happy#it doesn’t last long#bc I realize that I can’t do the stuff I want to do#i’m also panicking a little bit#bc while yeah I do have a job rn#i’m not sure it’ll last for long considering our situation#and it’s so difficult to find something else rn#ppl say focus on the here and now#but I can’t do that bc i’ve always been the one to plan stuff#I can’t live spontaneously day by day#I need to know what my future will be like#and it’s become impossible now#I know it won’t ever be the same after shit he’s done and keeps doing#I just hope I can move away somehow#and make my life so much better
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Nothing more scary as an adult than having to call out of work for the 2nd or 3rd time this week because your dysautonomia is fuckin with you, making it difficult to think clearly or do anything more taxing than sitting on the couch.
#fox isn't doing well#chronic fatigue#dysautonomia#autonomic dysfunction#ive been so fuckin tired this whole week#and I don't think ive been properly warm either#except when my body decides it's TOO warm and then i feel like im in a sauna#and the brain fog is seriously bad rn too#like 1) having to call out multiple times so close together makes me fear I'll lose my job#(even tho we're short staffed and my supervisors are kinder and more understanding than that)#and 2) i have bills to pay and I've missed all but 5hrs of work this week already#and let me tell you there aint shit i can do with $75 lmao#and trying to figure out what to tell them and how much is like#impossible for my brain to handle even on a good day#like i was completely up front at my last job about my conditions because i was working at a national park#and there was a safety thing to consider#but this job isn't like that so like. idk. but i just feel like its easier to have open conversations about these things#so that there aren't future misunderstandings and we can work out contingency plans ahead of time#but i know that's like#a Big No-no or whatever#fox thoughts
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I am so scared of growing up. My eighteenth birthday is so far away yet approaching so fast and I'm just scared of it. I don't want to be an adult. I feel like I'll lose my freedom, my relaxation, everything I love won't be considered "appropriate" for me anymore. I don't know if I have the ability to get a job and pay for my own home or apartment, and my parents have mentioned plenty of times their plans for when me and my siblings move out. I don't know if I can get into college and if I don't, I might end up working at McDonald's or Wal-Mart in jobs I hear nothing but how bad they'll be. But I also don't think I want to go to college, though I feel like I'm expected to. thinking about all that scares me. Whenever I think about my future, my mind always wanders back to the same concept. I don't think I'm seriously considering it, but I always wonder if I should kill myself before I become an adult. Then I wouldn't have to deal with it. I'd die how I want to be.
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#growing up is scary but real talk? at 17/18 you have NO idea just how insanely young you still are.#it's very cliche but you have your whole life ahead of you!!#being young or being 'you' does not end from one day to the next#if anything you only get MORE chances to build your life the way you want it and like it as you get older!#but yes the time inbetween being a child + being a full fledged adult in charge of their own life can be scary and hard to navigate and dar#*dark#and it can be REALLY hard to find what you want to do or be in life#some people never figure it out and that's okay!! not everyone has a calling or a passion#if you end up working at mcdonalds and earning enough to live and you're not miserable?#then WHO CARES if it's not a prestigeous job? you're making a living and being a part of the community and you're doing fine.#also even if you work at mcdonalds/walmart/etc at one point that does not mean you'll be there for the rest of your life.#like i said the next 5-10 years can be hard and feel like they'll determine your life and you can't see past the immediate future#but there is SO MUCH MORE beyond young adulthood. that's only the start!!#sorry if this is incoherent dskjdsajkdkja your position hits a little close to home#you'll get through it anon and you'll be totally fine :)#even if you don't end up where you think you want to go... as long as you're happy what does it matter if it went according to plan?#life is impossible to 100% plan for anyway!#secret#anonymous#confession#tw suicide
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#uhh i know i can't blame all my problems on my parents and i gotta advocate for myself n be an adult but like.#the absolute comedy of refusing to teach your eldest kids how to drive goin to the point of terrifying them because 'you'll kill someone'#and terrifying them (the daughters) about uber lyft etc and even rly riding the bus. thus encouraging them to isolate#to the point of basically having no future plans. and also when they try to drive anyways you say the real reason is because the insurance#price will skyrocket and then the one saving money for her own car n insurance (me) do total quarantining for two years so the saved money#is gone because everyone still lives at home (and no im not mad helping with expenses i do live here but.) and now#their dad can't drive at least until end of october and only ONE person can drive 9 other ppl. with kids who have upcoming testing#and appointments. so attempting to find a job is near IMPOSSIBLE because remote is a joke/for more skilled workers and anything else#hiring must be driven to but bills are piling up and food doesn't stretch n your kids feel like leeches with no solutions is just!!! comical#it's funny hilarious!!!! i should've gone to college i should've dipped at 18 i should've broken more rules this SUCKS!!!!!#silly girl hours tho :3
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WRONG PERSON | (l.norris)
summary: you send a sexy video to some tinder guy, until you realize you tapped Lando‘s contact instead, you both help the other to finish what you started
wordcount: 2.4k words
pairing: landonorris x fem!reader
warnings: smut!, talking about toys, details about masturbation, phone sex, dirtytalk
notes: inspired by this!!! Tell me what you think, I‘m still scared to write smut, hope you all like this🫣
You were working for Quadrant, it wasn’t like you were some important boss or something, you mostly dealt with customers and sometimes got to plan a video, but Lando still took the time and got to know you. When the whole team went out for dinner, Lando talked to everyone for at least twenty minutes, he wanted to know who was working for him and his brand.
There was no denying you found him handsome, everybody thought he was pretty, but you needed to hide your excitement in your panties whenever he was near you. Not only did he make eye contact every time you two talked, but he also smelled delicious, you wanted to rip his clothes off, the whole time he was near you.
But back to where you were now, laying in bed naked, at almost one am, with your phone in your hand. You were single and desperate, texting with guys from Tinder, who were not worth more than a quick fuck, but you were young and had your needs.
With your phone in one hand, and your left boob in the other, you recorded a small video, where you were squeezing your boob and moaned slightly. You‘ve been snapchatting with a guy you met on Tinder, both of you were horny and needed a release, so why not help each other? You quickly wrote a text to the video, to make it more seducing, ’ You make me so wet…‘ and taped on the slot on Snapchat where he was for the last few snaps, before you could double check that you selected him, you hit sent and threw the phone next to you.
While you waited for his answer, your hand slowly made its way to your pussy, circling your wet clit. With a moan, you teased yourself and kept stopping the sensation in your most private area. When you heard the Snapchat notification tone, you took your phone in your hand and only saw that Lando send you a snap, it wasn’t unusual that he would snap you, you two were streaking after all, but at that time was a little odd, because you were kinda bored and waiting for your guy to reply, you withdraw your fingers from your wet cunt and opened Lando’s snap.
With a gasp, you threw away your phone, the first photo was a normal snap, a picture of his bedroom with some series on Netflix playing, but when you tapped on the screen to exit the snap, a new picture popped up. You could see his hand holding his boxershorts clothed dick, he was hard and big, long and thick. He also wrote a little text, you had to read it twice, making sure your mind wasn’t playing tricks on you, ’was this meant for me, babygirl?‘
You didn’t know what to do, so you did nothing for a few seconds, you didn’t feel horny anymore, suddenly aware of the cold air hitting your still-hot pussy. Should you reply and apologize, saying how you accidentally sent your boss a nude, and look him in the eye at the next dinner? Impossible.
You thought about leaving the country and starting all over again, where no one knew Lando, but that wasn’t a solution either, you had to face him and say that it wasn’t meant for him. But how can you get rid of the image in your head of his dick, the only thing that was roaming through your brain right now was how lucky his future wife would be. With a dick like that, she sure would be happy for the rest of her life.
You excited the snap and took a deep breath, what were you going to say, sorry I send you a nude, but your dick looks nice? No. It took you at least two minutes to think about it and when you took a picture of half your face and started writing a paragraph of apologies, your phone showed you an incoming call.
Lando Norris.
Shit. Your whole body tensed, you couldn’t answer, you just had to pack your things and go, leave London and Lando behind, but something in you didn’t want that, and after what seemed like hours, you did answer the call.
”Hey Lando, look uhm, I‘m sorry I sent you that video, it wasn’t meant for you, obviously. B…But thank you for responding, I mean that picture was nice, but I don’t think that this uhm professionalism between us should be broken. If.. if you want me to leave Quadrant, I‘ll do that.. uhm I’m sorry for sending you that, and I-“
”Y/N, will you stop rambling?“, his voice sounded like he was out of breath, you started shaking when you heard him speak.
”I‘m sorry, for rambling and sending you the video.“
He chuckled, ”Don’t be, maybe you could’ve seen by my response, that I wasn’t mad about it. Sure having your employee suddenly sending you a video where she squeezes her boob and moans, isn’t something I‘d expect, but you have beautiful boobs.“
You didn’t know what to say, so the only thing that came out of your mouth was a: ”Thank you?“, you could hear your heartbeat in your chest, the silence on the other line panicked you.
”But, maybe this is unprofessional of me now, but you left me in a kind of hard situation, Y/N. I bet you’re still wet if your fingers would slide between your legs, aren’t you?“
Your breath hitched, was this for real? Was Lando Norris, your boss, dirty talking to you?
”I..I don’t know, it was a pretty big shock to see you replying, I‘m not as horny as I was ten minutes ago.“
”Then I want you to glide your hand over your boobs and stomach, down to your pussy, I bet it’s pretty, and then tell me how wet you are.“
With a small sigh, you did what he told you, gliding over your boobs and stomach to your pussy, you touched your entrance slightly and felt yourself pulsating, you may not be as horny anymore, but your wetness said otherwise, maybe a part of you already found it hot that Lando actually replied to you.
”Fuck, I‘m so wet Lando.“
You heard a moan from the other line and some sheet rustling, ”Baby, I want you to touch yourself like you would do without me. Finger yourself, rub your clit, do whatever satisfies you. I‘m hard as a rock baby, I need to touch myself too, I wish you were here to do it for me.“
You did as Lando told you, rubbing your clit in circles and feeling yourself come closer to the edge, this whole situation was so hot, it turned you on so badly.
”Please touch yourself, Lando, I wish I was there to help you.“
”I could eat you out until you’re crying and begging me to stop because you would be overstimulated.“
Another moan escaped your mouth and slowly you let your fingers slip into you, which was no problem due to your wetness, but it wasn’t enough, you needed more, thankfully Lando seemed to know what you were thinking when he heard your unsatisfied moans.
”Do you need more baby? Are your fingers not enough, you need my dick to stretch you out?“
You let out whiny and breathy ’yes‘, this situation was so bizarre but hot at the same time.
”Do you have any toys, Y/N? I want you to use a toy on yourself.“
”I..I do.“
”Show me.“
”Can we switch to FaceTime? It’s easier, and I want to see you.“
Lando hummed and muttered a quick goodbye before the screen with the call disappeared, the only thing you could see on your phone now was the picture you took a few minutes ago, and before you could do anything else, the FaceTime call from Lando came in. You answered without thinking about it and you were greeted with a big and girthy dick, and your mouth watered a little. You held the phone up, so he could see your face and your boobs, which he commented with a quiet ’fuck‘.
”Show me your toys, baby.“
You quickly got up and propped the phone against your lamp that stood on the nightstand, while you looked under your bed to fish out the box with your toys. It wasn’t like you were some pornstar and had thousands of toys, but over the years you had collected a fair amount of little helpers.
By now Lando had switched back to his face, so you could see his little beard and his eyes, he kept biting his lower lip, while watching you.
You opened your box and grabbed the first toy you saw, a standard dildo, it was skin-colored and a bit longer and thicker than the normal ones. You showed it to Lando and he groaned, tilting his head back, ”Is that your favorite?“, he asked.
You shook your head and pulled out a pink satisfyer, it was a mixture of a vibrator and dildo, but it also had a clit sucking element. That one was your favorite, you had spent hours with this beauty, and it never left you hanging. ”This is my favorite, you don’t know how good this feels.“
”Tell me about it.“
”It’s so fucking good, Lando. This clit sucking thing? It feels like heaven, it gets me there within a few minutes, the fastest I‘ve ever had an orgasm.“
”I bet I could get you there faster.“
That statement left you with a smirk, only the thought of Lando going down on you, made your head spin, you needed that.
”I can see that you’re imagining it right now, I bet you taste amazing, I would finger you, while lapping at your clit, you would be so full.“
You shut your eyes, and whined, your pussy clenching around nothing.
”What else do you have in there?“
”I have a wand“, you lifted the typical wand and dropped it on the bed, ”I also have a rabbit vibrator, and this“, you lifted another pink vibrator, but this one was smaller.
”You know what this is for, Lando?“
”I‘ve seen it in porn“, he smirked, ”have you ever let someone control it while being somewhere public?“
You nodded, it was a vibrator that you would insert into your pussy and it could be controlled with an app, you‘ve only used it once with someone.
”I was on a date with someone from Tinder, and we‘d been sexting for days and I gave him the app and he controlled it over dinner, it was an experience and I loved it.“
”I want to control it in our next meeting, seeing you tremble over some video ideas is going to be fucking hot.“
Another wave of pleasure rushed through your body, you couldn’t believe you were talking that way with your boss, unbelievable.
”I want you to use that rabbit on you.“
You chuckled, and held the rabbit vibrator into the camera, ”This one?“
Lando nodded eagerly, with a smirk you opened your mouth, dared your tongue out, and licked a long stripe over the part that goes inside of you. After a few licks, you put it fully in your mouth and started sucking it.
You could see how Lando started touching himself again, his eyes closed every now and then and he let out small whimpers. This was your sign that you needed to touch yourself too, so you laid on the bed and flipped the camera to your lower part, where the vibrator was circling your clit. Lando also flipped the camera and you saw his dick that was already leaking pre cum, he moved his thumb over his tip every now and then while moving his cock through his fist, collecting the white fluid. Due to your wetness, the vibrator slipped inside of you with ease, you turned it on and gasped when you felt the vibrations.
”Do you like that? Having your pussy stuffed.“
”Yes, Lando, yes. I need you here next to me.“
”I need you too, wrapped around my cock, you would be screaming and keeping up the neighbors all night.“
With a loud moan, you could feel yourself getting closer to a release, the tip edging your clit made you almost scream and the way you moved the vibrator in and out of you, made you see stars. Lando also was about to cum, he saw that your pussy got wetter and wetter, your fluids squeezing out of your cunt every time the vibrator left it.
”I’m about to cum, Y/N. Show me your face, are you cumming soon?“
You moaned loudly again and flipped the camera, just like Lando did, “Yes, Lando, I wish it was you filling me so well.“
With a loud moan and a lot of curses, Lando spilled his cum all over his hand and stomach, he quickly flipped the camera again, now showing you the mess he created, “That’s all for you, baby, I wish it was inside of you instead on the stomach. Cum for me Y/N, let go.“
While he said those words to you, you felt yourself falling over the edge, with moans and grunts. Lando was sure he never heard something so sexy, those sounds alone made him horny again, he needed to feel you close.
When both of you came down from your highs, you two let out a laugh, realizing what you just did, you had phone sex with your boss, but it felt right and good, and the way his cum sat on his stomach, made you horny again, you needed him.
“You feeling better now?“
“Lando, you’ve no idea, so much better than the weird Tinder guy the video actually was for.“
“I bet, but I still need you, Y/N.“
“Are you in London?“
He hummed.
“Well, my bed is cold without you in it, if you want, my pussy is ready for you, Lando.“
“Send me your address, I’ll be over in ten minutes, you better not start without me, or you’ll get punished.“
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Hii can u do a 42 miles fluff fic where his uncle caught a him being soft for us and teases him for it
— My Future
pairing ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ 42!miles morales x reader
summary ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ miles gets caught by his uncle cuddling you and saying sweet nothings to you while you were asleep.
warnings ✧˖ °fluff, cuddling, cursing, implied murder and kidnapping, mentions of threats, implied on and off relationship, miles being a softy for you.
m. list, main m. list.
translations ✧࿓☾ te amo tanto, sabías?: i love you so much, did you know?, desde el momento que te ví: from the moment i saw you, mi princesa: my princess.
a/n . . ◟੭ hey, sweet anon! i live for soft miles so here you go, i hope you enjoy!
miles ran his hand up and down your back, your head on his chest, one leg thrown on top of his stomach and your arm hugging him close to you. one of his legs was tangled with your other one and his other arm was wrapped around your waist.
he had been whispering things to you the moment he felt your breathing come to a calm and slow pace, your soft breath making him feel butterflies in his stomach. he hated the feeling but he couldn’t help it when he was with you so he became used to it.
everytime he sees you always felt like the first, the moment he saw you he felt those butterflies but at the time he didn’t know what they were because he never had that feeling before. with time he realized what they meant and thought that they would go away when he confessed but life proved him wrong.
“te amo tanto, sabías?” he whispered. “desde el momento que te ví.”
it was love at first sight for him, it was a cliché and he had completely despised that it happened to him but that negative feeling disappeared when he got to know you.
“i thought you were beautiful…” he continued. “that’s why i bothered you.” he let out a quiet chuckled at that.
miles had started to annoy you after the first meeting, not even waiting a day. you sat next to him in class due to assigned seats and he took that as an advantage to make your learning impossible in that class, and was even worse in the hallway where no teacher was looking and stopping him from doing so.
“i would do anything for you,” his hand stopped moving, coming to a stop at the small of your back. “even kill for you.”
it was true, miles had almost beat up a guy to death when the fucker tried to lay his hands on you. if it wasn’t because you were there telling him to stop with tears in your eyes, fear clear in them, he would’ve killed the guy.
he later discovered that the fear wasn’t directed towards him, but because of what would happen to him if he killed someone in public where there were many witnesses, no mask covering his face to protect him from his crime.
“i would even die for you.” his hand continued with his previous movement.
another truth, he remembers that time you were kidnapped by one of his many enemies. it was right after breaking up with you for a fifth time to protect you from his life as the prowler, but it was useless because you were used against him anyway. but even then he gave himself in just to save you, not making a plan because it would put your life in danger, he had been unaware of the plan his uncle had made.
“anything, mi princesa…” he finished, placing a kiss on top of your head.
“you’re a real simp, ain’t you.” he heard his uncle’s voice.
miles looked at his bedroom door, wondering when the hell did his uncle opened the door without him even realizing.
“getting rusty, huh?” his uncle leaned against the frame. “didn’t even notice i was here at all while you were saying all the lovey-dovey shit.”
miles rolled his eyes and spoke, trying hard not to sound embarrassed. “do you need something?”
“nah, just checking on you.” uncle aaron shrugged. “today’s mission was pretty rough, but you seem to be doing just fine.”
“yeah, yeah.” miles dismissed. “whatever.”
his uncle laughed, making sure it was not loud enough to wake you. “i know you’re embarrassed right now, no need to pretend.” he then turned more serious. “if you really care that much about her, make sure she feels the same way, miles. don’t want you getting hurt.”
miles smirked. “she does feel the same.”
“you think so?” uncle aaron raised an eyebrow.
“i know so.”
“if you say so.” his uncle nodded.
“she promised me her future and i promised her mine, so yeah i’m sure.” miles said simply.
“protect her.” his uncle said before closing the door, saying a goodnight.
“i will.”
miles placed another kiss to your head. “always.”
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‧͙･༓☾⋆୨୧˚.ೃ࿐ੈ✩˚ the proposal,,
(part two of the meet the martins series)
kate martin x fem!reader
it’s been a year since you first met kate’s family. since then, you’ve seen them more times than you can count, each one leaving a lasting impression on you. you’ve grown impossibly close to each one of them, especially her mother and sister. you were even there when kennedy gave birth to carson, your most favorite person ever.
your relationship with kate has also grown exponentially. you spent almost all your time with her, attached to the hip. you were there for her senior night, there for her loss against south carolina, there for her draft night, and there when it was announced she made the final roster.
you both knew now was the time to make big decisions for your relationship. kate was moving across the country and the big question was whether or not you’d go with her. you were only dating and moving so far away from home was scary. kate brought it up a few times, but the conversation always ended up being more uncertain than it was before.
the first time she flew out you stayed behind, still needing the last weeks of school to finish your degree. it was hard for you to be without kate for an extended period of time, always so used to being in her presence or having the option to drive five minutes just to see her. she struggled all the same, wishing she could snuggle into after a hard workout.
kate was granted a few vacation weeks before the tryouts started and decided to take you, your family, and her family to a lake house. everyone packed up, leaving their lives behind for a week. you were beyond grateful to see kate again, not knowing when you were going to see her again after the time was up.
you were basking in the early morning sun of the lake house, reveling in the feeling of kate’s sweet kisses on your shoulder. her warmth seeped through your skin, warming your own skin and flushing your cheeks red.
“g’morning kate,” you mumble into the pillow sleepily, not wanting to disturb the peaceful silence of the early morning.
“morning baby.” she continues peppering kisses on your bare skin, dragging her hand up and down your leg. she missed being able to hold you in the morning, to pepper you with love before having to leave.
in those long mornings without you, kate began to question if it was even worth it. sure, she loved basketball. she loved the opportunity she was given to tryout for one of her favorite teams, but what good was it without you by her side to cheer her on. she needed you.
“lets get you some breakfast sweet girl,”
kate pulls you out of bed, guiding you down the hall as you wipe the sleep from your eyes. she pulls out a barstool for you, quickly making your breakfast and returning to you.
she refuses to leave your side, draping her arms over your shoulders while you eat. you don’t mind, leaning into her touch and letting it consume you whole. you let you steal a few bites from your plate, knowing she’d still do it whether you protested or not.
your moms walked into the kitchen, dressed to go out. they were talking as if they were best friends and honestly, at this point, they may be. everyone from both of your family’s got along so well, which you and kate really appreciate.
“hey, me and the moms are gonna go out today and get some things. you can stay here, just relax okay? you can sunbathe like you’ve been wanting to do.”
you nod, not thinking anything of it. kate secretly sighs in relief, thankful that you didn’t question anything. your girlfriend needed this time to sort out some plans without you knowing what she was up to.
as soon as kate was in the car with your mom and her own, she pulled the red velvet box out of her pocket and displayed it in her hand. she felt like she was holding the most valuable possession in the world, and in some ways she was. it was a symbol of her future with you and a reminder of every moment leading up to this.
flashbacks of a year ago in her room decorated her memory, recalling the moment when she said she wanted to marry you. she meant it then, and now has the opportunity to act on it now.
your mother’s eyes gleamed, completely fixated on the box. kate pried it open, revealing the dazzling gem held together by gold and silver. your mom’s eyes dared to spill a tear, not believing she’s looking at her daughter’s engagement ring. it was absolutely and undeniably beautiful, a perfect fit for you.
“what do you guys think?”
jill reaches out to touch her daughter’s shaky hand, offering support and affirmation. “kate, she’ll love it. it’s beautiful.”
kate’s looking at your mom for the same response, eyes pleading for her to say something. your mom is wiping her baby tears, trying to calm her own overwhelming nerves.
“it’s.. it’s amazing kate. i know my daughter is in good hands with you.”
it has been a few hours but kate had finally returned. the first thing she did was search for you, eventually finding you sunbathing on the lake dock. she silently admired you for a moment, noticing you were in her favorite swimsuit of yours.
memories of you wearing that come back to her. she remembers the first time she saw you in that it made her absolutely feral, taking it off of you in the middle of the hot tub. her face grows red at the memory, refraining herself from repeating history.
“hey baby,”
“hey kate! did you have fun?”
“yeah, we got some baking stuff so we can make brownies tonight.”
“double fudge?”
“double fudge.”
you smile, turning your body to face her. she’s sitting next to your chair, running her fingers gently through your hair. she’s staring right at you with a big smile on her face that never waivers.
“what?”
“nothing. i just really love you.”
she leans in and pecks your lips a few times, not giving you time to answer. she’s growing more nervous by the second, anticipation for later growing an uncontrollable amount. when you pull away you can tell something’s off, noticing the way she’s pulling on her own fingers numerous times over.
“kate? are you okay?”
“huh? yeah- just thinking. nervous about tryouts and everything.”
“i know you’ll do great, i’m cheering for you one thousand percent.”
“and that’s all i need. hey also, i got you a new dress while we were out today, you should wear it for dinner. i think you’ll really like it.”
“really? thank you k, i can’t wait to see it.”
you kiss her once more, letting it linger this time. you want to bask with her and never let go. she welcomes the kiss and reciprocates, gingerly holding the sides of your face.
eventually you pull away, instantly feeling the ghost of her presence on your skin. it leaves behind her body warmth, skin tingling from her touch. needing to shower before dinner, you collect your things and head back to the house with kate.
it isn’t until after your shower that you get to see the dress. it’s beautiful, not too fancy but definitely more than casual. it’s one of your favorite colors too, loving the way it compliments your skin tone. you put it on and feel too beautiful, reminding yourself to thank kate later.
by the time you finish your hair and makeup it’s time to set the table for dinner. you walk out and see kennedy, finding her through the crowd of both of your families.
“hey ken,”
“hey- oh my goodness you look so beautiful!”
you’re about to tell her the same, but kate approaches the both of you looking frantic. “hey kennedy, can i please talk to you for a second?”
“sure- we’ll be right back.”
you wave them off, kate’s behavior sparking some anxiety inside of you. she’s been acting off but she says she’s fine. you’re just worried.
out of your sight, kate pulls her sister into the nearest room, completely panicked and on edge. she thinks she might go crazy, nothing helping to calm her nerves.
“ken, i’m so nervous. what if she says no? or she’s not ready? or what if this isn’t how she imagined it? i want everything to be perfect for her.”
“kate, it’s okay. calm down- please. you’ve done so good with the planning, i know it’s going to be everything she’s dreamed of. just be happy!”
kate nods, taking deep breaths towards the ceiling. her sister is right; you and kate talked numerous times about your dreams of marriage and proposals. she planned all of this around what you’ve described before from your dreams. part of kate, deep down, is just consumed by the fear that you’re not ready for this yet. you might not be ready to move across the country for her.
“go out there and show your future wife how much you love her.”
you sat next to kate during dinner, both of your families surrounding you. her hand stayed on your thigh throughout the majority of the meal, squeezing every now and then. she knew it was to calm her nerves but it passed off as simple affection. she just hopes her sweaty palms didn’t leave a spot on your dress.
after cleaning and tidying up, kate takes you down to the dock. she holds your hand tight, the hold buried deep in her pocket. your and kate’s family follows behind quietly without your knowledge, pulling out camera’s and tiny party horns.
“i love you.”
“i love you too kate.”
she’s holding your waist, swaying you around to imaginary music. the dress she bought you flows gently in the wind, wrapping around kate as well.
she turns your back to her chest, letting you both face the water as the sun sets over the trees. it creates a beautiful scenery, painting pinks and yellows through the sky.
she pulls away from you, taking a deep and heavy breath. now was the moment she’s been preparing for. it’s been weeks in the making, probably more than that. she’s having a hard focusing on anything other than you in this moment, your history and future counting on this moment.
she feels in her pocket for the box, pulling it out as she gets on one knee behind you. usually kate is so calm and collected but right now she’s shitting bricks waiting for you to turn around. when you don’t, she leans forward, gently nudging the back of your thigh. it’s enough to get your attention, wordlessly turning around to the sight of kate on one knee.
she peels back the lid of the velvet box, revealing the ring she showed to her mom and yours only hours ago. you’re at a loss for words, mouth falling agape.
“i know we’ve only been together for like, two years. but even more than that i know that i love you more than anything else. i’ve thought about this moment everyday for a year. i don’t need an eternity to know i love you, i just need you. i can’t do it without you. will you please make me the luckiest, most grateful person on the planet, and marry me?”
you’re crying, tears streaming down your face. you swear this is the happiest you’ve ever been, basking in the moment and committing it to memory. you’re so thankful for kate, nothing but love and admiration in your heart when you look at her.
you’re crying and nodding, chanting yes over and over hoping and praying this isn’t all happening in your head. she’s standing up now, pulling you into an earth-shattering embrace and refusing to let you go until she remembers she hasn’t even put the ring on your finger yet.
your fiancé pulls back, sliding the most beautiful ring you’ve ever seen onto your finger. you’re both shaking, crying, and laughing. you break out into a huge grin, pulling kate into a passionate kiss with haste.
you know one thing for certain, you love kate martin. not only do you love her, you know she’s your soulmate. you know you’d move across the country for her, and move you will.
las vegas, meet the martins.
･༓☾⋆୨୧˚.ೃ࿐ੈ✩˚
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❤ Yandere Lawyer ❤
▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.
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Female reader
WARNINGS: Obsession; Misogyny; slight Power Abuse.
This idea credit goes to @d-lioncourt cause she's the one that motivated me for this idea. Hope you like this :)
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◾ Yandere! Lawyer who works in the top law firm of the country. He’s cold, determinate and calculative. Always thinking 10 steps ahead of everyone, carefully considering all possibilities and creating extensive back-up plans.
His job relies on his capacities and he always aims for the top. If he’s not recognized as the best lawyer available, then he doesn’t even know what he’s been doing so far.
◾ Yandere! Lawyer who doesn't care about how things are done as long as he wins the case in the end. Who said lawyers are saints?
He may be an advocate of the law but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t bend it to his will, finding sneaky gaps to reach his goal: win.
Isn’t that what makes him such a requested lawyer? Isn’t that what causes every big corporate company to try to sign him up, to offer several millions for him to represent them in court? Because everyone knows that he wins.
No matter what happens during the trials or how badly the opposite side tries, he wins. It’s an irrefutable truth and anyone that tries to contradict it is a complete and utter fool.
◾ Yandere! Lawyer who is upset enough when he’s informed that he’s gonna have to take a Pro Bono case for a random civilian. It’s frustrating to spend his precious time and expensive resources on a worthless someone.
It’s stupid and he'd immediately refuse it if it wasn’t for the strict order he receives from the higher ups.
◾ Yandere! Lawyer who rattles you up, insisting on long sessions so he can know your side of the story.
His questions feel like accusations and you hate spending long hours answering him. Makes you feel like you’ve actually committed a crime of sorts when the reality is none of that.
He knows you’re bothered by the way he pays attention to each of your words, taking mental notes of every minuscule detail so he can bring it up later.
He’s highly aware of how unnerving he can get and it’s fun to see you get so quiet and shy over it.
He loves it when people get intimidated by him and it’s particularly pleasant when a pretty thing like yourself gets too timid to spare him a few words.
◾ Yandere! Lawyer who drags the case much longer than it needs to. He could definitely end it in a blink of eyes, it would be so easy for him. A piece of cake.
But he doesn’t.
It’s exciting to see you on court, a helpless expression covering your whole face and your eyes at the verge of tears as your future lays on his hands.
So pathetically weak. You can’t even defend yourself, you need him to do that for you. To defend your honor, to protect you.
◾ Yandere! Lawyer who makes sure you know that despite it being a Pro Bono case, you owe him. He wants you to know that he’s winning this case for you, wasting his valuable time just to save your pathetic ass from those embezzlement charges.
That he’s the one saving you from going to prison - despite the very evident fact that you have such a weak personality that it’s practically impossible that you’d steal money from your boss.
◾ Yandere! Lawyer who takes every chance to hurt your feelings with snide remarks.
You look prettier when you cry, something so enticing about those shiny diamond-like tears that glow in your eyes and the miserable way you furiously blink to keep them at bay - to which you fail.
You’re crying because of him. That’s enough to make him buzz with a twisted sense of possession and control. He holds that much power over you.
◾ Yandere! Lawyer whose mind wanders over the tempting fantasies of returning home to you. You’d do a submissive girlfriend, he’s so sure of that. If he gave you a nasty slap and a few harsh words, you’d bend to his will so fast - like a obedient girlfriend should.
It would be so easy to control your life.
Order you to move in with him. Command you to become his stay-at-home girlfriend. Push you to cut off friends and family until only he remains.
Those misogynistic ideas keep him thinking about you longer than he should.
◾ Yandere! Lawyer who isn’t afraid to act upon his wishes and so he does. After a triumphing win on court, he leaves.
Storms off without even looking at you and you don’t even have the chance to thank him, but you forget about that quickly.
You have more pressing issues to focus on, such as rebuilding your life all again. Celebrate your win. Find a new job. Move on with your life the best as you can.
Your peace lasts exactly one week. And then everything comes down in rubbles.
Because then he comes to retrieve his payment.
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Tenor Troubles
Masculinization spurred by a going from a Tenor to a Bass, bit of an odd one but hope you enjoy! -Occam
Max probably should have read his contract more closely. He knew that grad students across the board were getting shafted, but the agreement he has with the College of Fine Arts was some next level exploitation. He prided himself on his voice, being able to sing higher than even most of the Altos he has previously studied alongside. But his degree plan on the already signed contract suggests he is going to be enrolled as a Bass in the graduate program. Clearly there has been some misunderstanding that he’ll just need to work out with the department.
He knocks on the door of his advising professor and without waiting for a come in he bursts through the doors to see the man who is both his boss and professor staring at him less than pleased. Max’s face reddens in embarrassment and before he can even open his mouth to speak, Dr. Reyes addresses him.
“Maxwell is it. I trust you have a reason for barging into my office? I ask that you take more care towards decorum in the future.”
Max stumbles through an apology before getting to the matter at hand. “Y- yes of course I’m so sorry doctor it won't happen again, I swear.” He raises his eyes to his professor’s stern gaze, flinching back slightly as he goes on, “it’s just that, um, it looks like there was some kind of mix-up with my enrollment, I mean clearly you can tell I’m a Tenor right?” He raises his tone slightly and smiles awkwardly as he tries to make it clear to the man across from him that he certainly does not have the range.
Dr. Reyes rubs his beard, briefly covering his own mouth and wiping a smile from his face. “Well now Maxwell, there does seem to be a mismatch between your vocal training, and your preferred classes and yada yada,” waving his hands dismissively as Max’s face stains a deeper shade of scarlet by the second. Reyes goes on, “I'll see what I can do but all these changes take time If you must change your plan it’ll be at least a week. Until then if you could see to it that you fulfill the TA demands asked of you and attend your classes hm? You are under contract are you not?” The image of his signature at the bottom of contract feels burned into his retinas as he starts to reply, “well yes but-” An alarm goes off on the professor’s desk. “Very well Maxwell, if you would excuse me.”
Dr. Reyes makes his way to the next class smiling as he too thinks of the fine print of Maxwell's contract. ‘The student will become what the program asks of him.’ What a dunce one must be to sign that without an inquiry. Giving one last glance behind him to see the small student shaking with rage at the series of events, veins appearing to bulge out of his neck as he thinks about chasing after his professor, almost taking a step before grasping at his head. Max doubles over and grunts, after a painful second he rises once more and sees his advising professor enter a classroom. He exhales through his nose and walks to the concert hall with the undergraduate Bass students, the course he is, both legally and otherwise, compelled to assist with.
The Next Week
Max is inches away from just dropping out. He was well-prepared to be constantly stressed from grad school but the wrench of working with students who don’t respect him and professors that are expecting him to sing alongside the rest of these professional bassists, it’s impossible! Dr. Reyes must be doing some sick joke on him, there is no reason it should be so difficult to fix this! He shouldn’t be graded for the university’s mistake. Beyond the looming threat of flunking these courses for his inaptitude he is also constantly hungry. His stomach rumbles and sends pangs through his body as he sits through each course on vocal instruction. He succumbs to stress-eating assuming one plate must fall and it may as well be his waistline.
Every time he indulges in his hunger he finds weight almost immediately piles on. Alongside his meticulously honed falsetto he has always enjoyed just how tight and small he kept his twinkish figure, though this begins to slip as he finds himself straining his tight pants and his stomach showing through his button ups.
The final issue lies precisely in his private vocal practice, in lieu of the training his program should guarantee. As he goes about practicing the arias and vocalizations that he typically uses as warmups he finds himself struggling to hit the highest notes. He works his way through them slowly and slips up, finding his range is peaking out much lower than it ever should. He grimaces and refuses to deign and see if his range has increased in the other direction. He goes note by note, taking his time to feel the stress and vibrations of his vocal chords. Reaching the pinnacle of the piece he strains to hit the high note and his voice promptly cracks. He feels a tear. He coughs and gasps for air concerned that he has truly injured himself.
When no blood or further pain reveals itself Max finally clears his throat and drinks a glass of water. He tests his voice, “Uhhhh-” forcing his hand over his mouth before even getting a full syllable out. Eyes watering as he hears his voice is unmistakably deeper than it was not a minute ago. This spurs him to action as he storms to the college and bangs on the door of Dr. Reyes.
For his part Reyes is sitting at the desk finishing an email and grinning as he hears the banging grow only more fervent at his door. He finishes his email almost laughing at how effective he is at controlling the man at the door. Knock as he may he could not storm in if he wanted to, as he must desperately. Closing his laptop and reaching to grab a tea bag from within his desk he calls to allow Max entry, “Do come in Maxwell.”
Stomping into the room, unaccustomed to the new weight he carries, which Dr. Reyes is all too pleased to notice. He takes a deep breath as he prepares to shout at the professor, his chest growing as his already prodigious lungs expand. Before finishing though Reyes raises a finger and strikes him passive and mute. “Now Max, why don’t you have a seat.” He clenches his hands with a furor and sits, stewing in his mind while also rapt with attention. “How have you been liking your classes?” Max continues to sit silently watching as the prepare a pot of tea, beginning to forget his ire as he looks on in confusion at the man. Reyes turns once more and rolls his eyes, “Well go on.”
Shaking out of it Max finally starts clearing his throat a few times hoping the voice he has worked so hard to protect and train will return “I, ugh- Sorry it’s ugh!” Dr. Reyes leans against his desk and steeps the tea bag, eyebrows raised with a thin smile on his face. Failing to speak as he so wishes the rage returns to Max and he shouts out, “It’s my fucking voice! I came here to learn and all these classes are just a waste of my fucking time!”
Reyes pours the tea into a large mug and sets it in front of his student, “Now now, if you were having voice problems why didn’t you just say so Max. I am a professional after all! Have some of this and I’m sure it will set you right as rain.” The professor watches as Max grasps the mug and stares into it. He remembers that Reyes was already preparing it when he came in. But it’s not as if his advisor would do something truly untoward right? Sensing the hesitation Dr. Reyes’ eyes darken and he commands, “I did say to drink it did I not.”
Max quickly raises the glass and sips. His eyes remain dark and he continues, “what seems to be the problem with your voice young Maxwell?” Taking a break from drinking he starts to explain all of his troubles to the man who should be looking out for him. Gesturing to his clearly larger body, Reyes notices beyond the weight gain that the sitting man is adjusting himself as his pants begin to grow even tighter, his ankles growing exposed as if his legs were lengthening.
He continues to stumble onward with his recollection, forgetting what exactly bothered him enough to storm in. Reyes half-listens and takes care to refill the tea cup as needed, taking in the physical changes to the man rambling and wondering just how far they will be able to go. Eventually Reyes speaks up, “you were having trouble with your voice, yes Maxwell?”
Max’s eyes glimmer with recognition and he almost jumps with a start, “Yes! That was it I couldn’t sing the part I auditioned with in Nessun Dorma and I was-” His professor interrupts as he takes a big swing at Max’s psyche, “Is that so? What were you doing singing that Maxwell, that’s for tenors.” As if a grenade went off in his mind Max struggles to reconcile and remember what his problem was, did he not audition as a Tenor? But he couldn’t sing high to save his life right? Or no.
Reyes watches as Max’s brow grows sweaty in his inner struggle. He physically raises the cup to Max’s mouth helping him finish the entire pot of tea. Confident that the man before him is far enough gone to only latch on his words, Reyes offers him a bone, “which side of your range are you struggling with boy.” Feeling emasculated by the professor infantilizing him he feels an urge to test his lower range. Reyes sees the resolve in Max’s eyes and challenges him, “Go on, sing your lowest note, now.” Max takes a deep breath and produces a sonorous note sustaining it far better than he would have ever expected himself to.
Reyes smiles and shoots to plant another seed, “Well now Maxwell, I’m not quite sure what the problem is then. Your range seems to be what any trained Baritone’s should be.” The word Baritone echoes through Max’s head as he once more grows paralyzed in his own mind. He ekes out a “B- Baritone?” his voice cracking even deeper as he freezes. Reyes watches as his eyebrows knit together in confusion, they seem to grow thicker as they near each other.
Vocal range and masculinity don’t inherently match one-to-one but the professor is more than happy to allow it, staring as the weight from Max’s stomach begins to slightly redistribute itself, it slides up his chest, straining the buttons near his collar. Reyes shifts to look at Max’s face, eyes lingering on the Adam's apple making itself unmissable on his neck. He sees peach fuzz growing on Max’s upper lip and sideburns. Thoroughly pleased with the acceleration he has achieved today an alarm once more goes off on his phone and he readies to send his protege off.
“Maxwell dear, I thank you for your patience. Of course I know that you’d prefer to be with the other Baritone student’s though I am sure you are learning valuable information working outside your comfort zone hm? I’m sure we’ll have this snafu fixed by next week.” Max just stares in a stupor as he stares at his professor, the empty mug of tea still in his hand before he sets it down to scratch at his tighter shirt. Dr. Reyes offers him a kerchief to wipe the drool from his mouth as he leads him out of his office, “Why don’t you try your warm ups, I’m sure they’ll set you right as rain.”
Just as he did last time he takes one last look at his growing student as he begins to wander down the hall, his pants swiftly turning from slacks to tight capris. He hears the echo of the man humming to himself as he walks down the hallway to his own office hours. He’ll need to be ready for whatever his Bass performance students need right? Can’t have them out showing him even if he’s still working outside his comfort zone. Just one more week of this and he’ll get to show off to the Baritones, once more with his choral cohort.
The Next Week
Dr. Reyes stays abreast of how his star pupil is doing this week. He visits during private lessons and checks into lectures on music theory and rehearsals. He hears the man force his voice to be stronger. After any challenge he hears the man force himself to be louder. When struggling with curriculum, surely impeded by the doctor’s manipulation, he clutches at his head as his body surges larger, tightening clothes that were already sizes too large when he started his education here.
He sees Max looking at his reflection in the mirror of a practice room. He checks his beard from every angle, tilting his head up to see his large Adam's apple and smirks watching it vibrate as he hums. He unbuttons yet another button of his shirt, allowing an even greater view of his pecs as thick chest hair spills outward. Reyes hears his voice power through the soundproofed room as he approaches. He has clearly decided to leave Baritone behind without any prodding as he endeavors to show off his talents despite ostensibly singing to himself.
Dr. Reyes knocks on the door of the practice room and like an eager dog Max falls over himself to answer it. He now stands taller than his professor whose head now lies directly at the hairy pecs spilling from his opened shirt. Max’s eyes glimmer as he looks down to the smug face of the professor. He quickly sits down to lower himself below the doctor and eagerly awaits whatever is soon to spill from Reyes’ mouth.
“I must say Maxwell, you have truly outdone yourself. Truly you hold one of the most powerful Bass voices I have heard in my time.” Max sits quietly, his heart racing with excitement from such kind words. He struggles to stay silent, lest he speak out of turn, though he cannot hide the rumble in his chest as his deep breaths accelerate. The doctor struggles to keep it together as he sees a pulse in the unmistakable, currently growing, bulge in Max’s pants. He briefly wonders if he’s gone too far, before looking back to the man’s face, seeing his eyes still staring directly into him waiting.
Perhaps he can go farther. “Is it not a shame though, my dear Max, that you’re not a true Basso Profundo?” There is a loud tear in the room as Max’s body surges larger. He shoots up inches more in height revealing a hairy stomach and pubes that already spill beyond the bounds of his pants. Reyes hears a catch in his student’s breath and watches as his Adam's apple bulge even further from his throat. His cock bursts the zipper of his pants and Max moans loud and deep enough for the professor to feel it in his chest. Reyes can’t take his eyes from the hair covering his chest grows even darker, curling as each strand grows thicker.
Before losing control of himself and his desires Dr. Reyes forces one last statement through Max’s mind, “You know the department has always wanted a basso profundo coach. How would you feel about being an assistant professor, Max?” In response Max can only sit in awe as a look of what can only be described as pleasure stains his face, mouth lolling open as his eyes grow crossed. His hands clench the sides of his chair as he struggles to not lose control over himself and the professor. Thinking of staining the practice room only makes it more difficult to keep it together.
Reyes feels a hunger within himself as he stares down at the massive man seconds away from cumming all over himself. In time he too will only know Max as the powerful man he is now. At this juncture however the doctor sneaks out of the practice room and heads to return to his office to prepare for office hours, what kind of a professor would he be if he wasn’t there for his pupils after all.
Walking down the hallway he hears the man in the practice room lose control, his voice echoing down the hall before hearing him run out and to the nearest bathroom. He prioritizes increasing the soundproofing of the practice rooms before turning to see the new Assistant Professor sprint down the hallway towards the nearest restroom. Struggling to move swiftly or quietly in his far-too-strained clothing. Reyes returns to the desk and smiles once more to himself as he thinks of a future for himself, his program, and his new star Basso Profundo, before hearing yet another knock at the door.
“Do come in.”
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can i request umemiya and reader that they are a couple and since he is like the guys big brother she would be like his big sister? ugh, umemiya is so handsome, gentle, sexy, i love him, i fell in love, i need more content about our number 1.
Umemiya making our expectations for partners way too high. The man seems too perfect.
Hajime Umemiya and his girlfriend being the older siblings or maybe something else to Bofurin members
I think that some Bofurin members give off the youngest sibling energy. Guess who?
You loved Hajime, not only because he was smokin' hot and very charming, even though you loved it as well, but also because of his kindness, the playfulness he showed to everybody, and the attentiveness to, as well as, care about others. He just seemed so perfect and you always told him how lucky you felt to be with him.
As time passed and you spent more and more of it with your ideal man and Bofurin, you also got used to them and the unique relationship they shared. They even started calling you their big sister, as Hajime would usually name himself the big bro, and what other name could they call the girlfriend of their leader?
Honestly, you'd need to be the harsher of you two because your boyfriend was just too soft and playful. He'd pamper the "kids", as he did with the first years, and encourage them to use their youth however they want. You, at the same time, were the voice of reason, trying to keep the Bofurin members under control, as the chaos they could sometimes create was a little too much.
When there was trouble and Bofurin was involved, however, Hajime would become a very protective and firm "older brother". A person you can depend on and leave all your troubles to, and you, as his partner, were responsible for keeping him at bay and not letting him get hurt too much.
The family-like relationship between you, your boyfriend, and other members of the school didn't prevent you from the arguments that arose, thankfully, very rarely.
While you were having a heated conversation with Hajime, the present Bofurin students, who observed it would try to ease you up.
The best ones at that were the first years, because of their awkward, yet playful comments that just made you stop and look at them not believing the words that left their mouths.
"You two always argue like an old married couple." Suou commented loud enough so you could hear him and stop your argument.
It did work and you turned to him but he was far from done and continued with a wide grin on his face.
"Do you plan to adopt all of us in the future, I think some wouldn't mind it."
"The parents are arguing again, what shall we do?" Kiryu joined in on the fun.
You felt your heart beating faster at their teasing getting easily flustered. In the hopes of stopping that your gaze moved to Hajime, who wore a matching grin like the first years, already forgetting about the argument he had with you.
"Well, I wouldn't mind marrying her one day. I'm sure (Y/n) would make a great wife." He commented smiling lovingly at you already imagining the life he could have with you.
"You're getting married?!" Sakura asked loudly getting the attention of other Bofurin members nearby.
That included Hiiragi, who the moment those words left the first year's mouth bent in half feeling the ache in his stomach coming back. He had enough of their shenanigans and slowly walked away to sit somewhere else and calm down.
As well as, Sugishita, who turned with wide eyes to look at the leader in betrayal. How could he not tell him that he was getting married, before telling Sakura?
The whole misunderstanding made you embarrassed and when you saw how much joy it brought Hajime you smacked his arm repeatedly trying to unload the feeling on him. He just laughed loudly and embraced you keeping you close to him.
"Stop it, it's not funny. Sakura, Kiryuu, and Suou you're in so much trouble when I get you!" You called to them trying to push away from the tight embrace but it was impossible.
"Well, hopefully, one day she'll be Umemiya." Hajime said and looked at you with his big loving eyes and you just couldn't take it.
You scrunched your face before hiding it in his shoulder and slapping his biceps twice. You gave in to your fate letting him hug you and shower in love.
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