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poetrypage-for-anewage · 2 months

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Saddest little baby, is you.

Sometimes I try to,

but I dont know how to get through.

I'm not the man you think I am,

But that's all you know.

I try to be there

But you dont live here.

Your still in that apartment

fighting with a ghost.

I try and show you Just who I am.

But youve already got your guns out

You think you already know who I am

So you dont hear me speak.

Sometimes When we fight,

It feels like its for our lives,

But it should never be that way

And its what I try to say.

I think youve seen a lot of wars

I think youve done, a lot of tours.

You have some scars, not seen by the eye

So you attack and dedend, like I'm that guy.

I dont have a knife, I dont want a war.

I just want you to let me in, through that door.

Im not mad, in fact I'm sad

To see you fight, its just not right

I see your scars and see the pain

Saddest little baby in the room

I get a grey hair for every scare you share

I cant be the only one who seeees you..

I see you, snd I love what I see

I see your saddness, I see your pain.

I try to take some of the burden and strain

Because I see how much it hurts and affects you.

Seeing it literally makes me sad

Sad and makes me want to be nice to you

It makes me want to help you

Take care of and spoil you.

But youve gotta quit assuming I'm like him

I'm not like these other men

All they do, is some tragic sin

To hurt these beautiful souls

Your doing your best and so am I

These moments, they are the tests

Can you change, get rid of the pain?

Will you let go of, that war you were in?

Will you treat me and everyone differely?

I cant be the only one who sees you.

Thst always hits me,

It would be a lot more sad if that were true.

Sometimes I just want to talk to little you.

I see your fb posts, snd they're not positive lol

It makes me want, to text you.

But theres a lot, your going through.

I try to text, but you assume I want to attack you.

What I really want is to talk to you.

I miss you and I want to check on you

You didnt open any fb messages, did the pics and songs not get through?

I heard this one, it was so cute so I thought of you

You didn't even open it to hear it.

And I just found this one, kind of different genera

I know this one, will actually be new to you.

Saddest little baby in the room

How do I get through to you

I get a gret hair for every scare we share

I cant be the only one who seeees you...

-OHO

#my poem #my poems #my poetry #my post #virgo #poetry book #flow of conciousness #higher self #relationship #love #bpd vent #bpd #partnerswithbpd #bpd coping #bpd community #how do i get through?#what do i say #twcpoetry #manifestation

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tardisesandtitans · 14 days

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I have like a MILLION Sylvie headcanons. I have mapped her whole life in S2 prior to Loki showing up 😂😂😂😂😂😭😭 going to write them all here at some point

(she is very very pookie)

#i searched for minutes to find this 😭 MY BABY IS HARDLY EVER HAPPY IN THESE GIFS #sylvie laufeydottir #loki s2 #loki season two #loki season 2 #sylvie headcanons #i miss when words would just flow from me like a stream of conciousness and i stio worrying about whats the most perfect way to say smth

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jim-fetter-illustrations · 6 months

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Who is in charge of your life, You or them?

The brain,... the most complex piece of matter in the known universe,.... it creates reality just like a God.

Tell me again how Human beings are NOT Gods who create reality!

I have said for decades we Human Beings are the Gods we seek, not those Gods organized religion has created in their own image to control the masses for their own gain.

It's a bittersweet moment when you come to realize your reality is a collection of extremely mediocre ideas someone else has given you to experience because your to stupid to use your own consciousness to live your life the way your were always suppose to,.... with consciousness,...... and you've given that job to your religion and or government to do for you through piss poor resentatives you authorized (voted for) to fuck you over.

Consciousness,............. it's what's for reality!

........... and you are the God that creates it!

Not Organized Religion that charges you a fee (tithe) to control you're lifestyle & livelihood!

Pay YOURSELF that tithe, and create your reality the way YOU SEE IT, not the way you are told it should be!

HEY, everyone is always hoping for things to get better, so ACT like it and things will................

#consciousness #conciousness #consciousness flow #creative consciousness awareness

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angerandmaliceforgod · 2 years

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i am

but a humble audience member in god's comedy show who was unwillingly invited into having a part on his set. why can't i just be left alone with the masses of onlookers, and not be placed into this world he created that i don't even honestly like.

like, come on, really? an ongoing war, skyrocketing prices on just about everything, along with a plague that evolves as time goes on??

no thanks. i'd like to be shown to the exit door please. this skit sucks and i want out. booooo.

#gods comedy set #just let me be part of the flowing conciousnesses #first post #last post as well

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cringefail-clown · 2 months

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Jakehal is very fun. But why dirkkri? I dont understand what's appealing about it :? confused

theres a lot of things i like about dirkri and honestly i dont even know where to start lmfao

first of all, and its mostly a funny reason - davekat on crack. like some traces of davekat are still there - the arguing about shit, stoic facade vs emotional mess, all the good stuff, but its also so much more exaggerated it makes it this much more ridiculous. gets even better when you consider them under the lense of swap aus like alphaswitch or tbau, where they land on the meteor together. theyre most likely hunting each other for sports by the year two

second of all, the funney. theyd be so fucking funny together. their smallest arguments would take like twenty pages of non-stop flow of red-orange text to resolve, and not because they came to a consensus but because some third party physically dragged them away from their electronics. it doesnt do any good, since it only gives them both time to think over new arguments to use, and theyre back at it as soon as they get their phones back. like if we had a tournament about which ship would do the most collateral damage to the overall group, i think these two would be Up There. karkat would gauge his eyes out from frustration, because now not only does he have to deal with his piece of shit, know-it-all other self, but now theres also Fucking Dirk thrown into the mix. their home life is absolute insanity, a small jab about the other forgetting to buy sugar once again devolves into a screaming match about the merits and flaws of communism or some other inane shit. and theyre doing it for fun, they enjoy debating with each other, because often times they have vastly different opinions, and comparing their beliefs challenges them intelectually and morally. from the outside perspective theyre one of the most dysfunctional pair in the paradox space, when in fact thats simply how they want their relationship to be, and it makes them better people overall.

third reason is that theyre thematically delicious. dirk is a control freak, micromanaging his and his friends constantly. hes terrified of losing control, but hes also desperate for someone to just tell him what the fuck he should do. dirk doesnt think he should be in control of others, because he believes hes a naturally evil person capable of horrible acts, at the same time he doesnt trust anyone else to get things done but himself. hes a whole collection of contradictions.

kankri desperately needs to be in control as well. hes constantly injecting himself into conversations he has no business being in, trying to find someone thatd listen to what he has to say. hes wants to guide others, but his efforts are flawed, because he doesnt listen to other perspectives - hes got tunnel vision, as he thinks hes the one in the right while everyone else is wrong or ignorant (cringefail seer literally). he doesnt trust anyone else to make decisions for him, and becomes defensive when he thinks others are attempting to coddle him. his ass was definitely culled on beforus.

theyre also both so fucking lonely. dirk conciously tries to put difference between himself and his friends, worrying hell "corrupt" them. kankri tries to connect to his friends, but his behavior alienates him from them to the point of no one except maybe porrim want to have anything to do with him.

my point is, kankri wants to guide people but has to learn to listen to others and reflect on his own flawed opinions. dirk has to learn to trust that people closest to him can get shit done on their own and loosen up, as well as realise hes not evil at the core. them helping each other out - dirk teaching kankri about different perspectives, kankri teaching dirk about letting others do their thing - is something i think about a lot.

also i like to think theyd spar for fun a lot as well. its not really a reason and wholly my own personal headcanon but i wanna mention it as well bc its so funny to me. i like the idea of kankris behaviour being a complete reverse of karkat - where karkat is all bark no bite and doesnt like fighting or violence, kankri puts up a front of the beacon of love and peace and tolerance, but in his free time he gets his rifle and goes shooting at the fucking squirrels or some shit. i think he wouldnt have the same qualms about strifing as karkat. like dirk would try to jokingly jab his finger at kankris side and he would just fucking flip him over his shoulder and onto the table breaking it in half, because he doesnt like being touched unexpectedly and by gods dirk when will you fucking learn. he goes from 0 to 100 real fast. its such a hysterical concept for me.

#homestuck #dirk strider #kankri vantas #dirkri #dirkkri #turnabout au #homestuck turnabout #alphaswitch #tagging it as well bc well. dirkri #is it dirkri manifesto? its dirkri manifesto #wally where are you i need your words tell em tell em why dirkri is so fucking good

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carolmunson · 9 months

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the moon had turned to gold.

(soft!eddie x badatfeelings!gf)

and we're back folks. i'm going through it so i had to revisit my kids. the badatfeelings!gf set is a series of ramblings with no rhyme or reason, flow of conciousness. not from a 'you' perspective but 'she/her' has no physical descriptors.

tw: depictions and descriptions of depression (eddie to the rescue). because i'm sad!

Her eyes have been half closed for days -- wakes up and gets out of bed, makes coffee, reads the paper, gets back in bed for an indescerable amount of time. More coffee, hand fulls of shredded cheese, water from the side table that's been there for days. She hasn't been going into work, just in the dark of her room while the hum of the window unit drones on and on and on. He knocks, opening the door to darkness despite the warm glow of golden hour outside -- her black out curtains a bigger success than she expected. She's awake but not really, eyes glazed over watching snow on the TV she moved to her bedroom.

Summer blues she called it, summertime sad. The air is stale, he can tell she hasn't moved much this morning. She hasn't moved much all month. "Hi." Quiet and soft, rounded edges in his voice, "Bad day?"

She uses whatever strength she has to lift her arm out of the covers and give him a thumbs down. He lets a huff of a laugh out of his nose, "Yeah, I see that." Despite laying in bed all day her body is tense and he knows that maybe she'll feel better about moving when she knows the sun is going down. He thought this vampire sleep schedule shit would've been sexier -- but it's not. It hurts to see her like this, so tired from just waking up, so sick of just existing. He's seen her cry more than he has in the years they've been together. But at least she's like -- crying. She never used to cry at all.

He sneaks onto the edge of the bed, his backside and hips nestling in the dip of her waist over the covers, "Do you know what would be nice?"

"Hm?" she asks, body heavy while she flops over to put an arm around where she can reach. "Taking a shower," he offers, hand resting on her hair, thumb grazing her forehead, "You always feel a little better after." "Mhm," she nods sleepily. "I can put your jammies in the drier so they're cozy when you come out," he smiles, voice still soft, still rounded edges. Her lashes flutter before she looks up at him, glassy and glazed, half here half not. Zombie girlfriend, vampire girlfriend, monster girlfriend, sad girlfriend. She's so pretty, he thinks.

"Yeah," she nods.

"Yeah to the jammies in the drier?" he asks. "Yeah," she says, her voice is quiet -- meek. 'Yeah' was her first word of the day. "That," she nods again, deep breath in through the nose and it rattles at the exhale, "Shower, too."

He helps her up and hears the crack in some of her bones, the stiffness in her joints while her face contorts at the change in position. She's been in the same sleep shirt for three days, some field day shirt from college. Green socks on her feet, the tops shoved down her ankles, one nearly falling off. No crumbs in her bed at least -- he knows she's too anxious for that. But the dishes aren't done and the bag of shredded cheese is abandon on the counter. Mugs of varying fullness off coffee are sitting in random placeholders in the small apartment. Forgetful -- foggy.

"C'mon," he coos, pulling her in at the shoulders to take her to the bathroom. She's so tired from doing nothing that she can't help but keep doing nothing. He pulls off her sleep shirt and panties, he helps with the socks, turning the shower on to a medium heat. Forhead kiss, cheek kiss, cheek kiss. Poor baby.

"Do you need help getting in?"

She shakes her head no.

"What do you want to wear for PJs?"

She shrugs. He figured she would.

He pulls back the shower curtain and she gets inside, he waits for the inevitable sigh she lets out when the water hits her. He peeks in, her naked body not important the way it usually is -- its those eyes, half closed -- less sad, less sleepy. Contemplative, alive. Half dead lover. His ghoulish girl.

"I'll leave them in here for when you're done."

He knows he has time to clean up for her -- easy to get lost in the void when you stand in the shower and that's where she is. Here and gone and here and gone again. Tongue tucked away between her teeth -- he almost misses when she's mean. He misses her so bad, but he takes what he can get, even if it's putting sweats in the drier.

When the hot water runs out she emerges, wet hair dripping down onto the new t-shirt -- still warm like the sweats on her legs. Fresh linen scent radiating off her like her coconut conditioner. She doesn't even care that the rest of the house is warm and sticky from the air outside. It's fresher now, he opened the windows and did the dishes. Cleaned out all the mugs. Opened your bedroom door to let the coolness flow to some of the house, too make things less stale. He lit two candles, sugar cookie scented -- it's all you ever bought because that's his favorite.

"Thank you," voice still meek. Still under twentywords today. Eyes a little more open. He puts down the mug he was drying and tosses the hand towel over the faucet of the sink.

"S'no problem, baby," soft round edges, soft round boy. Patched vest left behind on the kitchen table chair, soft cut off t-shirt left behind. Tattooed arms outstretched to her in the sterile light of the kitchen, the sun is down now -- the stars starting to peek out of a dark navy sky.

She lets herself get pulled into him and it feels like it's happening in slow motion -- face in his chest, he closes in on her like a wave. The pressure is welcomed -- she's alive but barely. Biceps crush on her shoulder blades, her neck cracks -- reanimator boyfriend, zombie girlfriend. Living glass doll that feels better off dead. She falls into the hold while he sways with her, chin on her wet hair.

"Blue moon, you saw me standing alone..." he sings quietly while he sways, his own eyes shutting, "C'mon, sing it with me." He feels her head move in a 'no' on his chest. "It's your favorite," he argues, "It'll feel good." Another sigh -- the inevitable. "Without a dream in my heart..." He smiles at her voice, coming out a little stronger than before, he snickers before beginning again. "Without a love of my own..."

"Blue moon," they start together, he smiles a little stronger. She's doing her best so he doesn't push it when she doesn't keep singing. He peers down while he continues, her eyes are closed against his chest but she feels alive. Just safer. The kind of safe where she'll sleep good tonight, might even eat breakfast tomorrow.

"And then suddenly, appeared before me..."

He shakes her to the beat the song normally has, bum bum bum bum. She huffs a chuckle a the shimmying, smile stretching against the warm fabric of his shirt, the inhale like laundry detergent and summer heated skin. "The only one my arms will ever hold, I heard somebody whisper, 'Please, adore me'..."

"That's me," she interrupts, he pulls her in tighter, the sway stops slow. "Yeah," he sighs out, "That's you. Dropped right outta the sky." "Yeah," she says, head tilting up. The whites of her eyes glisten despite the redness creeping in at the edges. "I ordered pizza," he says, "Cause I know you didn't eat."

Her brows furrow, mouth souring.

"I know, I'm awful," he giggles, "Gotta feed the girl in your brain that isn't so sad -- that's my girl in there."

"M'still your girl even when I'm sad," voice back to sleepy meekness, she yawns.

"Yeah, you are," he confirms sweetly, plush lips pressing against her forhead, "Always my girl."

In the cool white green light of the kitchen they stand in damp solitude -- with a heave of her chest she starts to cry. He doesn't need to know the reason, just as long as she does -- as long as he's there to hold her through it. Alive girl. Fully alive in the darkness of another deep blue summer night.

And when I looked, the moon had turned to gold.

more badatfeelings here

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fan fic #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #boyfriend!eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things au #badatfeelings!gf #baf!eddie

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uvjellyfish · 1 month

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interesting tidbits of the famitsu interview

-apparently they didnt know what side order was even going to be until after splat 3's release, which maybe explains some things

-the palettes for characters that arent inkling/octoling are based more on what they might use if they could or what fit their vibes

-pearls space suit cost 200 million cash cause she wanted to be out of this world, and marina made her tentacles galaxy-colored to match

- apparently the chips making sound in the menu wasnt planned, and all the sounds come from off the hook songs. they also mention being able to hear something during the first fight with overlorder, so if youre curious, when you pick up all the chips and play them in order going back and forth each row it plays the chorus of ebb & flow (its a little hard to parse but its there)

(these are about the bosses)

-the bumpers in pinging marciales arena are soy sauce holders. in its second phase the bumps on its shell are holding rice. good ol splatoon design lol

-asynchronus rondo is a sushi conveyer, and was meant to be a hospitality robot before it was corrupted by order. also the sounds its making may be a corruption of a memory as well (i assume the same goes for Ball)

-paralell canon is not literally agent 4, it is just a copy of them

-the memories seen in different stages are actually being burned and ejected from the tower, thats what the "snow" is

-the shapes and lights in the square/foyer that react to the music are plankton. the denizens of the square seem to be manifestations of the programming. cipher is unique because it gained sentience after order started sucking people in and it came into contact with those conciousnesses

-pearl stays a drone because she likes to be tall

-absolute scraps of octarian lore but ill take it

-acht did finally leave the underground after side order and is living off the royalties of their music. good for them

-iso padre is in the square because of the ufo catcher

-i hit the image limit but the reason pearls step off song is off the hooks news intro is because of marinas memories and desire for them to stay together <3

#splatoon #take things with a grain of salt since im using machine translation btw

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saigawrites · 1 year

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Rescue ranger on their way!

Seelie! Genshin characters x Platonic! Gn! Reader

Tags : fluff, crack, scenarios.

Warnings : mentions of crying, cursing

Summary : Genshin characters get isekaed into our world, but as seelies. Waking up in an shady alley, they were lucky enough to find you, or you to find them.

They genuinely didn't know how have the events turned out like this. Currently, they were in as they assumed, a seelie form, and in a whole other universe. They got that just from opening their eyes. Everything was so extremely detailed, exaggeratedly textured and completely unfamiliar to them. They tried to take out their weapons to protect themselves from any possible threat, but found out that they got rid of their hands. Arms and legs and other body parts in general. All that was left from them was their mind, their conciousness, as they were trapped in a fluid blob body, more similar to a circle. Fear have awakened in their instincts, and they worriedly and carefully levitated around, studying the environment.

They stumbled upon you :

Panic took over their body the instant they opened their eyelids. Not even having the time to process the situation, the instantly flew from their spot, bumping into some random things first, then finally getting their sense of balance after some painful hits. They wanted to escape whatever area they were in fast, flowing through long alley between buildings to the street lit up by the night lights. But, as they were about to be free, you were about to pass by and took a direct hit by a surprisingly strong aura blob. That happened to be the last hit they could take, as they blackened out and fell into your bag.

Kaveh, Mika, Itto, Yoimiya, Amber, Chongyun, Bennet, Barbara.

You stumbled upon them :

They froze in their spot from confusion, as their mind couldn't process any information given to them in the period of them opening their eyes and adjusting their view. Their body refused to move, as all they could think was "What". While their mind was somewhere in space, travelling with stars and meteors, you noticed a brightly colored orb casually sitting on an alley floor. You thought the whole image in front of you was questionable, but your body seemingly moved on it's own, getting dangerously close to the unknown object. Kneeling down to it's level, you with massive second thoughts muttered "what a strange thing" and proceded to pick up the blob and put it inside your bag.

Thoma, Dehya, Al-haitam, Tignari, Shenhe, Kokomi, Ayaka, Rosaria, Mona, Diluc, Xiangling, Xingqui.

They snuggled inside a box in fear and you heard their cries :

Fear and horror overtook their body, as they trembled underneath the unfriendly landscape. The fact that they were now smaller, and couldn't protect themselves didn't help either. Their non-existent heart seemed to race as they looked around, and saw a small entrance into some tight space. Finding no other good shelter, they hesitantly entered the carbon box and snuggled themselves in the corner. They can't help but let out quiet cries, as their squeaks had an irregular tone. You, taking a walk late at night heard the cries of something small in the distance, and rushed over to help whatever creature was in trouble. Though, you didn't expect to see a pretty colored circle with ears, stuffed inside a box and shaking violently. Flashing them a warm smile, you carefully reached out your hand, seeing if the sentient balloon would response. Them, seeing your kind gesture, instinctively bolted from their shelter into you arms, nuzzling deep into your hoodie. You couldn't help but yelp a little, but then gaining your composure, you gently put them in your bag and headed home.

Wanderer, Ganyu, Fischl, Sucrose.

They explored around with cautiousness :

They are not usually the ones to give panic or fear control of their body. They reacted calmly to the situation, trying their best not to worry too much. Afterall, they are still strong, even if they don't have their weapons, and have turned into a seelie, right? Silently floating around the area and carefully studying the objects, they tried to locate where they were and what to do from now on. Peeking out slightly into the street from one of the buildings walls, they met your gaze and quickly backed away. Nervously searching for a hiding spot, they were met with the grasp of your hands, holding them firmly as they felt fear in their gut. But, seeing as you gently turned them to face you, attentively examining their features and form, and then smiling at them and saying "What on earth are you?" They couldn't help but feel safeness for the first time in this day. Maybe, just maybe, you are actually not bad.

Wanderer, Shinobu, Yunjin, Gorou, Raiden, Kujou Sara, Aether, Lumine, Eola, Yanfei, Xiao, Xinyan, Keqing, Jean, Razor, Noelle, Kayea, Beidou, Cyno.

They explored around with amusement :

They are fearless bastards, barely having anything threatening in their own world, they think they can fly around safely in a whole another planet. They spectate their surroundings with amazement or amusement, as they find the scenery interesting. They probably have already thought about this kind of thing, floating careless as a seelie, without a worry in mind. First they were only met with walls and trash that seemed gigantic to them, until you caught their perepherrial vision. They rushed towards your direction, sneakily burying themselves in the bag you were holding. You, dense and unknowing you, didn't even notice their genius plan and intentions, as you strolled back home from the store with noise-canceling earphones.

Baizhu, Zhongli, Heizou, Yelan, Ayato, Yae miko, Kazuha, Hu Tao, Albedo, Childe, Venti, Ninguang, Lisa.

Ahhhh is this long? Idk. But, this is my apology for the short-ass continuation of the previous fic😁. Wanderer has two tropes because I couldn't decide which one suited him the most🤔.

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poetrypage-for-anewage · 2 months

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Real eyes realize real lies

Well,

We need

To

Realize

Real prize is

Real eyes

Eyes that realize

Our lies

Eyes that see

Who we are

Is who

We want

How

We see

Determines who

We will be

How

You see

Creates

Reality

And reality

Will always

Be

How you see

Preceive

Reality

Perceive the perceivable

Perceive the perceivable reality

The reality that you

Only see

What

You want

To see

So

You need to realize that we all live very different, but real, lives and were just trying to make our way through and do it the best way we can for ourselves based on what we have learned through experiencing our lives through our eyes.

"You dont know me or understand because your not me and haven't lived my life."

Well that may be true, but only maybe. Because you dont know mt life either, its actually possible that we HAVE somehow lived the exact same life. So it's possible that I AM the one person on earth, at this moment, that DOES know exactly how you feel and why you feel it. But you would never know or get a chance to find out with THAT attitude and perspective.

So open your eyes and realize your personal lies about your own real lives and the reality that is, your own view and attitude of life is affecting your view of reality. If f you take a step back and consider it, then you will realize that you have the power to change it and make something beautiful and amazing for yourself and everyone around you.

But in doing so, you then have to face your past self in others as you realize how many other peoples realities are negative and blinded by their own lies.

That is when the ultimate lesson comes into existence for you. You must face yourself and see how blind you were and then be kind, patient, and informative so you can let them know that you do understand and was actually just there yourself.

"and look at me now. I was saying EXACTLY what you are and was living EXACTLY how you are just a few months ago. But if you take a step back for a moment and give me a chance to explain. Ill show you how you can control, and change your reality into something beautiful for yourself and everyone around you.

Just realize your own real lies about your life."

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thepenguinwriter · 2 months

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Saw you were requesting for people to request Adam x readers (that’s a mouth full lol) so I was wondering if you could perhaps do a Adam x reader where reader is a trans man but still likes to wear dresses and skirts and while the reader likes to wear them they’re also nervous that they won’t be seen as a “real” guy, not only by normal gender norms but also compared to other trans people because they still like dresses and skirts and what not. Anyways wether or not or not you do take this request I hope you have an amazing day/night!

`` 𝐀𝐦 𝐈 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐠𝐮𝐲? ``

𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦 𝐱 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐜!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐲𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐝𝐲𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭, 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐦

You were happily bouncing around your room, looking for the perfect outfit for your date.

No, too shiny.. too tight.. too revealing..

You ran over your options in your closet before your hands touched the one..

You eagerly rushed to try the dress on, admiring the way it looked, how the skirt on it flowed just so nicely.

But then, you made the mistake of going to the mirror. It looked good on you, that wasn't the problem.. but those thoughts, that you thought suppressed years before, they came flooding back.

What are you thinking? You're not a girl, are you? Why are you wearing a dress? Maybe you were just faking being trans all this time. You should be ashamed of yourself, opressing real trans people with your disgusting faking-

"Y/N... what's the fucking holdup?"

That voice made you snap out of it. Before you even had the chance to react, Adam burst into your room (without knocking of course), eyeing you.

"You look hot," the words slipped out of his mouth before he even realized what he was saying. But he didn't seem to want to take it back.

You didn't reply, just looked away self-conciously, hiding yourself behind your large wings.

"What's the matter with you?" He asked, raising an eyebrow and getting closer without any regard for your personal space. "You're acting like I just burst into your room while you were changing."

You shook your head, stumbling back onto your bed. "N-no, it's not it, Adam, I just-" you paused, not even aware of your wings lowering to reveal your teary-eyed face. "Am I real guy?"

The angel looked at you with wide eyes, as if you'd just said the weirdest thing he'd ever heard. "Huh?"

"I- I mean, it's.. guys aren't supposed to wear skirts, and shiny dresses... trans guys aren't supposed to wear dresses.. what if people won't think of me as a real man? What if-"

Adam shut you up by roughly slapping his hand on your mouth. "That's enough, babe," he said matter of factly. "Stop fussing over this shit, it's not worth it. You believe you're a man, right?"

You hesitantly nodded, and he took his hand away.

"There, case fucking closed." He shrugged, lifting you up from your bed. "Now come on, unless you want me to cancel this little date."

You couldn't help but smile at his words. You nodded and let him lead you away, feeling atleast a bit more comfortable in your outfit.

A/N; AGHHH anon this was such a cute prompt!! I'm not trans but I'm genderfluid and in the past I've felt this exact feeling- so this is based on personal experience! Hope you enjoyed it :3

#hazbin hotel #hazbin #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin x reader #x reader #hazbin hotel adam #adam hazbin hotel #adam x reader #hazbin hotel x y/n #adam x y/n #hazbin hotel x you #adam x you

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year

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why can’t we have monster sheriff reader and horny ass town mayor and bandits

(Werewolf sheriff? Werewolf sheriff.)

A picture frame crashes to the abyss as you tumble into the nightstand. Those god damn idiots. Robbing someone blind on today of all days. The rage visible in the venom dripping from your teeth only upped their ante. None the wiser to your curse, the little demons damn near fainted when a growl slipped from your throat as you chased them about, catching the bastards in record time so you could return home before it was too late.

Your spine curves against the floorboards as you fall onto your side. You barely made it back before the transformation began. Your fangs assault your gums in trial to force out your human canines; the smell of the blood flowing from the vacant holes sending you into a furor. Course hair sprouts over your entire body, stemming from the deep claw marks on your bicep. The scar flares with a white hot pain in similar burn to when you first received it, the fruit bearer of your blight.

You drag your body across the floor as your limbs extend; fighting to reach the basement before the haze clouding your mind traps your brain in its fog. Vision spotty, the soft moonlight on your back doesn't register until you're facing it fully as you writhe in pain. Your talons rip the wood to shreds as your conciousness slips; heartbeat hammering through your maw. The last thing you hear before everything fades is a door handle rolling across the floor.

-

"You moron! Now they'll know we're here if they're home."

"Sorry! I'm still excited from earlier. Coulda swarn they were tryin to take my head off with that swing."

Shaking off the fuzzy shutter the memory brings, the lockpicker joins the rest of the group in piling into your home. The bandits were worried about you after your public display. While you losing your shit was a welcome surpise, they feared you had a bad week and wanted to cheer you up in the only way they knew how. Stealing things and dumping them off in your shack.

As they place their goods in various directions, a shout comes from the bedroom.

"Hey, guys- come quick!"

Rushing inside your room, the bandits stumble across the scene of a crime that looks like a tornado blew in armed to the teeth in blades. The nightstand was knocked over and blinds torn from the rack. Claw marks splintered the floors, walls, and even the ceiling. The moonlight centered on the bloodstains in the carpet; four teeth embedded in the wool.

The leader kneels and picks up a tooth. "What the hell happened here?"

"Is the sheriff okay?..."

"Look outside, I saw something move!"

A large shadow slinks away from view. Reflecting the natural light, the pin on its tattered clothes could only be one thing. The sheriff's badge.

"What was that?"

"Whatever it was, it has something to do with the sheriff. Follow it."

Fueled by anger and fear, the bandits barrel out the backdoor and after the creature. It's long gone by the time they tumble outside, but footprints and broken leaves lead them directly in its wake. Their adrenaline makes the chase as close to a match as possible for a beast of such calibre; broad shoulders easily the size of at least two of the bandits' torsos.

The pursuit comes to a halt as the group approaches the old farmer's gate. Fool spent a fortune on silver wiring after the lawsuit he lawsuit. As it stands still, the bandits get a good look at the creature. Fur as black as midnight, jaws and dentures that could snap some clean in two, familiar eyes. Looking closely at the beast, it becomes clear that the torn clothes on them aren't from them ripping someone to shreads, but from someone growing to large to wear them. A sheriff hat sits tucked bewteen its ears.

"S...sheriff?

The wolf's ear twitches in recognition. You huff in warning.

All at once things become clear to the group. All at once - that fear they each felt blends with something else. Those claws. That build. You could annihilate whoever you pleased. And that was one of the hottest things imaginable.

"Holy shit."

The human part of your brain wonders if now would be the best time to use the silver bullet tied around your neck as they approach. The weight of nearly a dozen humans jumping on you is about the same as a fly in your hair, but to avoid any casualties you allow them their fun. You have enough control for that, you think- till hands start wondering where they shouldn't.

#Sheriff reader #yandere oc #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #male yandere #yandere scenarios #yandere blurb #yandere drabble #Yandere bandits #werewolf reader #yandere insert

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thisdreamplace · 4 months

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nothing to be, nothing to find 🌤️

i felt inspired to write this post after some chats and that annual feeling of new year urgency to come up w something new, to rebrand yourself. to find yourself and show up as that best version. while its all very positive, it can all become so much pressure quite easily

i thought about it myself, is there more to discover about myself ? should i “rebrand” and become someone new ?

the more i considered it the more i realized, for me, its more the opposite actually. the real question i want to ask is how do i let go of this ego identity more and more ? who is it that i think i am ? and how can i surrender that, so that i may be able to flow more naturally with the river of life ?

we cling on so much to identities, and aesthetics, and self branding bc it gives the ego something to problem solve, something to work towards. if i’m no longer who i always thought i was, then who am i ? its a question that scares the ego, so instead we create these ideas of our perfect self, we think there’s more to be discovered about who we are… when in truth it was never that complicated.

i am. i am pure conciousness, i am pure unconditional love. but anything else i choose to put beyond “i am” is merely a dream, an idea that i chose to latch onto and call mine. a way to keep me limited, disconnected from the unlimited being that truly animates this body, giving light to this dream called “life”

but when all of those labels, all of those ideas of “this is how i am” and “this is who i am”… melt away, whats left ? emptiness, in the most whole way possible. the ability to experience and do and be anything, bc there is no longer a weight of “this is who i am therefore this is who i must be.”

a sense of loss of identity is a gaining of freedom, unconditional love, pure and utter bliss. suddenly nothing is holding you back, theres no pressure to live up to some ideal you made up for yourself, because there is no one you have to be anymore. and like that, you enter heaven on earth.

just complete and utter openness. suddenly life is everything you have ever wanted because, without all of those egoistic ideas of who you thought you are, you naturally flow towards the purest desires of your heart. suddenly life is truly your waking dream, and all you did was allow it. all you did was stop holding onto the ego’s ideas of an identity and realize there is no identity beyond i am.

because i am is everything.

do not be afraid to lose your idea of self, because behind that image of who you think you are, leads to you everything you ever truly wanted. 🫧

xo dream 🌺🕊️

#nonduality #nondualism #spirituality #felt relevant #the kingdom of heaven is within you #love yall ❣️

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ocean-breeze17 · 1 month

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Hiiii just saw you on Twitter, but I wanted to give you a fic idea here if that's ok! 🙈🙈 Here it is! Zuko braids Katara's hair every morning as a way to say he loves her

Of course!!! You can always dump all your ideas on me ( I feel so uninspired lately, so every idea is a blessing for me)

A soft breeze tickeled my skin as my conciousness slowly entered my body, the crickets hummed welcoming as I opened my eyes. The rays of the sun dazzled me until my eyes slowly adjusted to the light. Judging by the angle, the day had reached the 8th hour and was already blazing hot on my skin. Out of habit, I reached beside me to look for her warm body, but there were only cold layers of sheets. I quickly snapped to look around me, but then I heard her giggle softly. "Honey, I'm here." My vision was still blurred, but I would always recognise her slim silhouette, her long brown hair, her glowing brown skin and her mesmerizing blue eyes that reminded me of pure water of the ocean. Her hair flowed smoothly around her hips while she walked towards me as I sat up and rubbed my face. Her soft lips touched my scar. She smelt of wild roses and jasmine. She smelled like home.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to wake you up." I felt her warm lips again, this time more intensive. It made my skin tickle where the kiss left and went down to my lumbar region.

"How are you feeling today? You´re an early bird again." I pulled her into my arms on my lap to pull her tight. I wanted to feel every inch of her skin again. She covered my face with caresses and saved my lips for last.

"I just felt a bit nervous to meet the chief of the Northern Water Tribe today," she told me in-between kisses, while I caressed her hair over her back.

"So you woke up and trained." This was not a question, more like statement, because I knew how she thinks. Katara looked at me in a way made her feautures become more softer, dreamy even. "Then go ahead tell me everything you want to tell the chief." She turned around and began to talk incessantly, while I brushed through her long hair with my fingers and braided them in her tradiotional tribal style.

Since then it became a habit. Even if she had nothing to tell, I relentlessly talked while I braided her hair. It felt spiritual, like meditation. I trained me to become more patiently in small things the days went on.

#zutara fanfiction #zutara prompt #zutara #zuko x katara #atla netflix #atla live action #katara #zuko #atla

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ayomheartmother · 1 year

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Life Energy 🧿

& You finally understand The message you communicate With an other human being has nothing to do with what you say It has nothing to do with the look On the musculature of your face Its much deeper than that Much deeper! It's the vibrations That emanate from you! - Ram Dass Similar to veins carrying blood throughout the body, there are energetic channels (Nadi) that act as pathways carrying vital life energy (prana) throughout the entire being internally and externally. Chakras maintain the flow of our life and conciousness. By paying attention to our energy, we can find what areas of our life need attention and care. People can read these energys we give off and the people around you can influence your vibrational frequency as well. We are energetic beings.

Spread love, appreciate, move your body, cleanse yourself, eat healthy, do things that make you happy. Keep your energy flowing :) 🕊

#chakras #energy #energy work #sanatandharma #dharma #meditation #spiritual #spiritualgrowth #spirituality #spiritual vibrations #spiritualhealing #spiritualguidance #spiritualjourney #life #ram dass #be here now #peaceofmind #peace and love #self love

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max-the-many · 4 months

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Start here:

('body a day' #12: six)

#6

It took quite a while to contain myself again, having the occational smiling glimpse from Brant, going further until he joined in a nice, joyful relief.

"Hmm, I needed that" he commented, me, just smiling at him, still feeling the waking echoes of those sensations.

I stayed, watching the game, talking not that much, injoying company. Should I try to hop over? The feeling in my chest was there. Did I really manage to contain it conciously? I tried to fovus on it again. And there it was! Pulsing slightly, calmly in my chest.

But I left it at that, eventually leaving Brant with a somewhat strange yet soothing naked hug. I really wondered what he thought. He must have noticed his buddy act differently and I really felt like I could see it in his eyes. But he didn't do anything, treated me with his friendly kindmess as he probably would his real buddy.

I wandered around the nightly streets, going at my thoughts, looking at that guy I was now in the reflection of shopwindows.

Eventually I ended up at that very gym again. Why? I didn't know. But something indside of me wanted to test out those skills again, the possibility of beeing able to control it. And why shouldn't I do it at the place where it happened the last time.

It was pretty late so chances where good to have some room. A single trsiner greeted me at the entrance, maybe 10 visitors scattered about the training area.

At the lockers I was alone. I undressed infront of the mirror, deep in thoughts, feeling this body, flexing those guns eventually. This body was quite impressive. But beeing able to have whatever body I wanted topped it all.

With just a towel wrapped around my wiste I went for the Sauna. It almost felt like that emergy already was active as I constantly thought of it beeing transferred.

All the streamrooms were empty. I just wanted to enter one nonetheless when I heared something not far away. Maybe water beeing moved. So I headed towards it to find the small pool besides the sauna area. And it wasn't for nothing.

Relaxing at the side of that round basin I saw a pretty handsome fella, relaxing, looking up the ceiling, eventually moving his arms through the clear waters.

He seemed to be naked. So I put down the towel and stepped in to join besudes him, keeping a bit of a gap.

He didn't react at all while I sat down just like he did, looking up, closing my eyes, my thoughts stsrting to turn on and on in growing excitement yet unsure of what really would happen.

I focused, tried to calm down, to create an image of that guy sitting besides me. What would happen if it wouldn't work? If he moved? Or if he noticed, dodged inmidst the process?

But all of that couldn't keep me. I wanted to try! I wanted to control it, feel it, making it my own! And with that I nurtured my confidence trying to give in to what ever would happen, to search for some kind of flow, some connection while trying to force it myself, feeling my heart, my chest, my pulse and breatch getting heavier and heavier, deeper to the verge of collapse when I suddenly opened my eyes to see him looking at me.

But I didn't hesitate, reached for my chest, pulled out that glowing orb while he looked at me in disbelieve, seemingly frozen while I pushed that orb towards him, just seeing it dive into his chest when everything around me got black...

Next part:

#body a day #prompt #male posession

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theacidjazzguitarist · 2 months

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The Emergence

Flowing effortlessly like the sands of time they travel the realms of conciousness and DNA, where the conduit of melanin serves as a pathway, to impart celestial wisdom to those attuned to it's frequency. Are you listening?

#afrofuturism #blackart #afrocentric

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