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lxnarphase · 10 days

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sweet, sticky, thick, and pretty ๋࣭ ⭑

☾₊‧⁺...synopsis : toji wants to give you another baby

☾₊‧⁺...cw : toji fushiguro x fem!reader, smut, penetrative sex, pre-established relationship, overstimulation, unprotected sex, breeding kink, dirty talk, rough sex, begging, smug and cocky reader, feral toji

☾₊‧⁺...a/n : this is a post from my old blog but i revamped it and i really wanted to share this again because i was really proud of it. and yes, it's another breeding kink + pregnant kink. consider it a part two, since it takes place after megumi is born

toji never thought he’d get off on the idea of having another kid with you.

yet here he is, dick hard in his sweatpants as he thinks about you carrying his baby again...how you'd start to fill out all over again, that cute chubbiness coming back, how he'd have an excuse to dote on you whenever you complained about the simplest of things.

it starts off with how he sees you coo over megumi, calling him your sweet baby. you're such a good mother, too, it's clear you'd likely be the favorite parent to that little brat.

but god, does he find it attractive just seeing you be a mom to the kid that he gave you.

the day you ask megumi what he wants for his upcoming 4th birthday at dinner, neither one of you is prepared for the words that come out of your son's mouth.

“i want a baby sister,” he states bluntly as he chews on the steamed carrots, looking at you and toji. it was clear from how confident the little guy is that he's put a lot of thought into this.

“but, i don’t want her to look like daddy. he’s ugly, i want her to look like mommy.”

little brat. you straight up choke, trying to stop the laugh-coughs as toji looks at his son, offended. this really is his son, because who else but you and the kid he made with you could have the nerve to say shit like that to him?

“twerp, you look just like me, you realize that, right?”

megumi huffs, looking at his dad in the cutest little glare. “that’s 'cause i'm a boy, though," he explains as if it's obvious, his precious little cheeks puffed up as he stuffs more of his food in his mouth.

"my sister has to be like mommy. you’d be an ugly girl, daddy.” toji just rolls his eyes, pinching the cheeks of the mini him, ignoring his protests. as the two bicker, you think. would it...really be that bad to have another baby? you always wanted a girl, after all, and toji took such good care of you and megumi...it couldn't be that bad. “well, uhm,” you begin, catching the attention of toji, an unfamiliar smile on your face.

there's a mischievous look on your face right now, his eyes narrowing as he waits for your response. whatever you're about to say is either going to haunt him for the next few days or make him roll his eyes at you.

“i'm sure daddy and i can work something out for you, 'gumi, but let’s think of some other things, too, m'kay?”

ah.

you went the haunting route.

ignoring the little cheer his son let out, toji can't hide the disbelieving look that crosses his face when he processes what you just said.

'daddy'?

you've said the word, sure, usually when you talk to megumi about him. but something was different about how you said it, the way you looked at him when you said it, the barely visible flutter of your eyes...a silent promise there'd definitely be a deeper conversation about it later.

the very day megumi has a sleepover with the neighbor's kid, yuuji, toji is mentally cheering. he loves his son with all his heart, he truly does, but having a toddler in bed meant limited contact with his pretty wife.

it's only been 3 days since that little comment you made and it's been on toji's mind constantly. every time he tried to bring it up with you, megumi would interrupt and toji was not being the reason his son ended up traumatized because he overheard mommy and daddy talking about making babies in the kitchen.

"bye, gumi! make sure you behave for mr. nanami, okay? have fun with yuuji," you coo as you press two kisses to your son's cheeks, snapping toji back to the present.

"see ya, kid, be good," toji says, giving a nod of acknowledgement to nanami. megumi barely says goodbye before he runs after yuuji to the car, his run a bit awkward because of his overnight backpack.

waving goodbye to nanami, you shut the door, turning to look at toji with that smile as you.

"hi, toj."

you think you're so cute, don't you?

"hey, mama."

toji can't even lie, you are. wearing his t-shirt and sweatpants? yeah, your the cutest thing he's ever laid eyes one. his hands rest on your hips, pulling you flush to his chest. fuck, you weren't even doing anything but he could already feel himself getting hard just from looking at you.

he's never been so whipped in his life.

"d'you wanna talk," you murmur lowly, your finger running over the thin silver chain on his neck. "we could go to the bedroom...and talk about the baby thing."

toji's eyes darken at the suggestion, knowing exactly what would happen the moment you both go into the bedroom. "yeah. think it's 'bout time we talked about it," he hums as he grips your wrist, tugging you to your room.

as soon you both step foot into the bedroom, toji hungrily presses your lips against his, letting out a deep groan. "had me thinkin' about knockin' you up again all fuckin' week, mama," toji sighs against your lips, tongue running over your lower lip.

"wanted to stuff you full so fucking bad."

feeling you sigh so prettily into the kiss, his doesn't hesitate to shove his tongue in your mouth, hands busying themselves as they push your (his) sweats down off your hips before guiding you back to the bed.

you knew he would get excited over your comment, but you didn't think it would be to the point where he was rutting into you as he practically devoured you, feeling your back hit the bed.

“you want to give our 'gumi a sister? wanna be a mommy again," he questions, breaking the kiss to press his forehead against yours. one of his hands slithers up under the oversized t-shirt to cup one of your tits and roughly knead it, his thumb just barely grazing over your nipple.

"wanna have another kid with big, bad toji? tsk, poor cunt missed gettin' stuffed full of cum?"

you just hum a little breathless. your hand comes up to cup his cheek, looking from his lips back up to his eyes. he's so handsome when he's over you like this, his chain dangling right in your face.

“maaaaybe. megumi just made me think about it, 's all. you've been a good dad t' him, how could i not want to give you another one,” you coo, guiding him closer so you can press a kiss against the scar on his lip.

“besides…”

toji grunts when he feels your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him flush against you so you can feel the thick, heaviness of his arousal through his sweatpants.

“don’t you want me to make you a daddy again, toji? c'mon, knock me up, big guy.”

after those words leave your pretty little mouth, toji is on you as he realizes that you're 100% going to give him the worse breeding kink ever.

"'m gonna fuckin' ruin you," he growls into your ear. you aren't given a second to protest before he's ripped your panties off, complaints falling on deaf ears. the tips of his fingers gently run over your puffy pussy lips, your slick wetness coating his fingers.

"fuck, mama, you're soaked already." his eyes are focused on your face as you squirm and whimper when he swirls little circles into your clit, an evil smirk on his face. "can't wait to fill you up 'til you're dripping with my cum, doll."

you can't stop your hips from trying to grind into his hand, eyes rolling back when he teased your entrance. "toji, c'mon, baby, i need you s'bad."

"baby, you know you can't take me without prep," he coos at you. he can feel how hot and slick you are, finally, finally slipping two of his fingers inside your cunt. and oh, the way you arch your back a little bit with a pleading whine of his name is so, so pretty, you're so fucking cute.

"mmn, maybe y'don't need prep, you just sucked my fingers right in," he says huskily before pressing a little kiss to the corner of your mouth. "you wanna try, mama? wanna see if you can fit my cock in you? really gonna feel that stretch, though, babe," toji warns, knowing you can't give a sensible answer when he starts pumping his fingers in and out.

when it seems like your about to answer him, the only thing that escapes your mouth is a shaky moan, his thick fingers curling to hit just the right spot inside of you that has you gushing. unable to form words, you tug on his shirt and nod frantically, just wanting to feel toji stuffing you full.

"yeah? you wanna try?" toiji pulls his fingers out of you, chuckling when you whine at the sudden feeling of emptiness. he pops his fingers in his mouth, cock throbbing at the addictive taste of your cunt on his tongue. "c'mon, we're both wearing too much, let's get you outta that shirt, ma."

you waste no time throwing the shirt off, not even giving him the chance to undress you. but once your shirt is off, you're practically ripping off his stupid black t-shirt that made his pecs look fucking delicious and those damn sweatpants and boxers that hid your prize.

as you fuss over his boxers, toji takes a moment to look at you spread out on the bed before him. you still had a bit of chub on you, tummy nice and soft and cute, just how he likes it. if he knew where his phone was, he'd take a picture of you right now; frustrated, horny, naked, and pretty. all for him.

"tojiiii, stop staring and kick off your stupid boxers, you're getting on my nerves!"

you can't even look him in the eye as you say that because you're too busy staring right at his cock, a thick bead of precum formed at the tip. the lick of your lips told him everything he needed to know, but he wasn't fucking your mouth, not tonight at least.

"what? i can't look at my own wife," he asks with a raised eyebrow, biting back a laugh when you swat at his hand that pinches one your puffy nipple. "tch, so rude, doll."

before you can snap back at him, he brushes the swollen head of his cock against your slick folds, smearing your wet over the tip. that shuts you up quickly and toji has to hold back another laugh. always so fussy until he finally gives you what you want. he's spoiled you rotten.

"toji," comes a soft whine, so soft he nearly misses it. your eyes are focused between your legs, lower lips between your teeth as he teases you with his cockhead. you huff, pushing your hand against his chest to give you enough space to shift positions, knowing exactly what would get him to stop teasing you.

once you roll over, you shift so that you're face down, ass up, you hand slipping between your thighs to spread your sticky pussy open, slick dripping down your fingers. "tojiiii, please? please, baby, stop teasing an' put a baby in me...please, hubby, give your wife what she wants."

any other whines or begs are interrupted when his hand comes down hard on your ass. he was going to give you what you wanted, what you both wanted. he was going to fuck you, fill you up with all his cum and whatever leaked out? he’d make sure to push it back in, whether with his fingers, mouth, or tip of his dick.

when he finally pushes into you, he just lets out the most wrecked groan you’ve heard from him yet, each inch sinking into you stretching those tight walls just a bit more.

"holy shit...fuuck me, baby, too fucking tight, you're strangling my cock," he hisses, fingers digging into the fat of your hips as he gave you inch after inch.

god, just the thought of fucking you not just to feel good, but to fill you up, get you to take his seed deep inside to give him another kid? it's fucking with his head, his wife was gonna be the death of him.

both of you moan once he's all the way inside. you feel so full, his cock is too fucking big it doesn't make any sense and you genuinely think you should've let him fully prep you...but shifting your hips just a little bit has his tip pressing against something sinful. you whine and reach back to grab at one of his hands on your waist, turning to shoot him a mean glare as you demand, “stop stalling n’ knock me up, toji."

who is he to deny what his wife asks?

using a hand to steady himself on the headboard, his hips begin to move slowly, pulling out just an inch and pushing forward again. "so tight 'n' warm..." each thrust hits deeper and more powerful than the last as toji begins to pick up speed, the thickness of his cock hitting every deep part of you.

it's almost too much, but you don't want him to stop, especially not when toji started running his mouth.

“shit, look at you, baby…takin’ it like a champ.”

now you really wish you stayed on your back, then at least you could've slapped a hand over his mouth to shut him up. you drop your head down against the mattress with a moan, starting to move your hips to match his thrusts, the room filling with the sound of skin slapping on skin.

“fuuck, c'mon, throw that ass back on me, thaaaat’s it, good girl.”

he starts pounding into you harder when he feels you tightening up on him. the sweet moans and adorable words of “gimme more,” “baby, please,” or “s’ too good, toj,’” only pushing him to get even deeper, to get you to cum so he could stuff you full.

he coos when he sees you starting to scramble up further on the bed, away from his relentless fucking. he knows that he found that sweet spot that would have you creaming in minutes.

"tsk, you just never fuckin' learn, huh? 's always gonna be too much for you, isn't it," he huffs as his hand finds its way into your hair, tugging your head back to keep you from moving more. “hey. hey, nonono, don’t run away from it, lemme have it," he coos at you, following you up the mattress.

you never change, always swearing up and down that you wouldn't run from his cock, that you'd be able to take him. you wanted this, you wanted your precious husband to fuck another baby into you, t'give 'gumi a little sister, s’ i’m gonna give it to you.”

toji may sound like he’s still put together, but he’s just thankful you can’t see his face since yours is pressed into the pillows at the top of the bed.

you can’t see how he’s barely holding himself together, trying his hardest not to let himself go too much. the last thing he needs is to cum before you, knowing that while you wouldn’t mind, he’d be annoyed for breaking his streak.

he’s brought back into the present when you manage to turn your head a little, able to look him in the eye, and god, does he love what he sees.

your mouth is open as you moan for him, eyes lidded and focused on only him. he sees the little tears gathered in them, not quite spilling over but the fact that they’re there tells him he’s the one making you feel that good.

“tuh-toji, ’m gonna cum, gonna cum—!”

"yeah?" hearing you moan so sweetly for him only makes toji smirk, fingers digging into your hips as he helps you meet each thrust. “gonna make a mess f'me already? poor little cunt can't handle gettin' fucked so good? mmn, shit, 's okay, baby. let go for me, mama, cum on daddy’s cock.”

"t-tojiiiii," you shakily moan, nearly ripping the sheets as you cum suddenly. it was his voice, the way he tried to sound put together but you could hear how desperate he was to feel your pussy clamp down on him and get his cock nice and messy.

toji's deep, guttural moans mix with your cries when he unexpected is pushed over the edge, the way you desperately grinded back against him causing him to swear under his breath as he lost his pace, groaning your name as he emptied into you. it felt so hot, the pulsating warmth of his tip nudging against your cervix paired with his thick cum filling you up dizzying the both of you.

you expect some kind of snarky comment from toji, trying to catch your breath so you could reply when he said it. but nothing comes (you have to stop yourself from laughing at the pun). you turn to look back, sighing when toji pulls out of you. usually he stayed inside, leaning down to tease you for cumming so fast...but he didn't.

something was wrong and for some reason, you felt like your pussy was in danger.

“toj…?”

he didn’t answer. he probably didn’t even hear you, not with the way he was looking so intensely at the mess between your thighs. the mess he made. toji doesn’t know what comes over him, his hands practically moving on their own as he moves you over onto your back, then moving his hands down to your sensitive hole and spreading.

the scene in front of him just breaks him. you let out a soft whine, hips gently rolling into his hands. his eyes stay stuck between your legs—sharp and focused—as they watch the thick globs of his hot cum drip out of your hole and down onto the bed sheets.

the groan that leaves him is sinful, and once you make eye contact with him, you realize how fucked you are. he’s hard again, almost making you believe he didn’t cum if it weren’t for the creamy sheen of his cum on his throbbing dick and the hotness of his dripping out of you. before you know it, toji’s climbing over you, making sure your legs get pushed over to his shoulders as he pushes you into a mating press.

yeah.

you're fucked.

you keep making eye contact, and now that he’s so close to you, you see how crazed he looks. his eyes, completely black due to his blown pupils, have an unhinged look in them, and the half smirk on his face only makes you worry about your ability to walk the next day.

“t-toji, if you need a break to calm down, then-oh!”

he shuts you up by pushing himself inside you, loving how your eyes cross so prettily. he has you now, you can't run away from the overstimulating feeling of him fucking you in this position. and when you feel his hands come up and lock together on your head to really keep you in place, you feel yourself gush all over his cock at the simple display of how strong he was compared to you.

you're so fucked.

all you can do is moan and cry out his name, hands grabbing whatever part of him they could reach. but he doesn't let you break eye contact, keeping you close to his face so he could see every little expression. and fuck, does he like what he sees.

“t-tojiii, t’ deep, t’ deep!”

“wan’ me t’ stop? t’ stop fuckin’ this messy hole?”

“fuck, y-you stop, and I’ll c-choke the shit out of yo-ouh!”

“that’s it, take it, take daddy’s cock, mama, lemme breed you.”

everything about this position is driving both of you crazy.

the closeness has you reeling, the way toji just cannot bring himself to break eye contact, needing to see what he was doing to you.

his thick cock is hitting deep, almost too deep, with the way each thrust of his hips causes the tip to press into the sweet spot inside you every. single. time.

he has you for the whole day and the whole night, he's going to make sure you're stuffed entirely and doesn't plan on stopping until either you tell him you need a break or until he can't cum anymore. and even then, he doesn't think anything will be able to get him out of your cunt.

but with the way he just moaned into your mouth, thick spurts of more cum coating your insides…and the way he didn’t get soft, instead pressing you even deeper into the mattress as he began to pound into you with a groan of how much he loved your pussy…

you were sure it would be a while until he was done with you.

#toji smut #toji fushiguro smut #toji x you #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x reader #toji fushiguro x you #toji fushigro x reader #jjk x you #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #🔪 ── toji.#𖤐 ── lxnarworks.

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babyjakes · 5 months

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in the middle of the night. [blurb.]

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | somnophilia

pairing | dark!stepdad!pete brenner x reader

warnings | stepcest (stepdad!pete is sooo sleazy.) soft dark!pete. reader is giving innocent vibes. noncon + somnophilia (reader is asleep.) age gap (reader is college age, pete is 40+.) slight daddy kink (pete refers to himself as such.) nipple play. fingering. oral (f receiving.) forced orgasm. squirting.

word count | 913

an | this is my first time writing pete brenner so please be nice!! i hope you all enjoy <33 he's so sleeeazzy, i need him :'))) also i'm just making as many taylor references as i can at this point, im not sorry about it lol

Eyes trailing up your unmoving form, Pete forced himself to swallow down the low groan building in his throat. The pale moonlight pouring in your bedside window was just bright enough to give view to your perfect figure. Taking in the delicate features of your resting face, the older man swore he was laying over a sleeping angel.

He knew what he was doing would be considered wrong by most. But Pete never had too much trouble ignoring his decayed conscience. When the opportunity had presented itself, it was just too good to pass up. You were home from college for the weekend, and your mother was away on a business trip. That left you alone with plenty of time to bond with your affable new stepdad, who you had no idea was such a raging pervert beneath his friendly smile and easy-going temperament.

The man tried to keep his hands steady as he dared to pull aside the fluffy white blanket covering your unconscious frame. When he saw what you were wearing: a skimpy satin nightgown with lacey straps and little bows along the seams, Pete cursed your unfeigned innocence, "Shit, babydoll. You're not makin' this any easier for yourself."

You were a heavy sleeper; that much he knew. He had seen it firsthand a few times when you had dozed off during movie nights with your mom. He brought a careful hand up to test out the waters, gently pawing at your breast as it rose and fell with your elongated breaths. Receiving no reaction, Pete smiled. He grew a bit bolder, gently teasing his fingertips over the slight tent in the fabric where your unguarded nipple lay. The removal of the blanket was already causing a shift in your body heat, both of your tiny pebbles growing semi-hardened at the drop in temperature.

Your body twitched, your plump lips letting out a quiet sigh as his even hand moved in circles over the stiffening nub. "There. That's nice, isn't it, angel?" he hummed, his other hand venturing to the hem of your nightgown's skirt. As lightly as he could manage, he pushed the fabric up to bunch over your tummy, his eyes widening at the sight of your lacey white panties. "Oh sweetheart," he sighed, his cock throbbing in his boxers at the sight of your clothed mound, "you have no fuckin' idea what you're doing to me."

Your slumbering body was cooperative as he eased your legs apart, scooting himself up a bit as he lay flat on his stomach, his head easing up between your bare thighs. Seeing you shiver slightly, he rubbed a large hand over your legs to warm you up. "Don't worry, baby. Daddy'll take care of you. You just lie there and keep lookin' pretty." The man was practically drooling as he peeled the strip of fabric covering your precious petals away, pushing it carefully to the side. At the sight of your little cunt glistening with the smallest bit of wetness, Pete let out a muffled chuckle. "My naughty girl," he cooed, rolling your nipple a bit more forcefully now between his thumb and finger.

Your little body was rocking gently, pulses of pleasure coursing through your limbs despite your deep state of unconsciousness. Licking his lips, Pete brought both hands down to gently part your folds, exposing your leaky hole to his hungry eyes. "Oh princess," he murmured lovingly, gently prodding the tip of a finger against your itty bitty opening, "so tight down here, aren't you? Daddy'll have to be careful with you, huh baby? Be nice and gentle for my girl."

He dipped his head down, teasing the tip of his tongue in place of his finger. The taste of your sweet, slippery juices only worsened his raging hard-on. Dragging his tongue up to your tiny clit, he traced the little nub in gentle circles, his elbows coming to rest over your thighs as your hips began to buck softly. "That's it, angel. So sweet for me," his hum was slurred as he gently slipped his finger inside you before wrapping his lips around your twitching button.

He pumped his digit in and out at a steady pace, finding your tender ceiling with ease as he nursed your clit. He could feel your core warming beneath him, your poor legs starting to shake weakly as you were worked up to an orgasm in the midst of your unwavering sleep. Soft little whines began rising in your throat as you were brought to the edge by your sinful stepfather's efforts. Seeing your climax approaching, Pete pulled his lips away from your burning nub, replacing them with his thumb. He wanted to see your precious little face as you came; he wanted to watch as your orgasm was forced out of you.

Soon it was, and it hit you with more force than he was expecting. As your cunt contracted helplessly around his single finger, a wave of glistening juices sprayed out onto your printed sheets. The man's grin only widened as he carried you through your high, not slowing his ministrations until your shaking died down. Breaths staggering, you were somehow still fast asleep, pussy dripping shamelessly onto Pete's fingers and the bed below.

Exiting you slowly, he brought his drenched digit up to savor your juices as his greedy gaze remained locked on you. "Oh pretty girl," he murmured with a breathy laugh, "the fun I'm gonna have with you..."

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ladystarksneedle · 6 months

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What happened to Liv? 😭 I know you two are close I can’t find her blog anymore 😭😭😭😭

Hey anon! Thank you for reaching out. Liv decided to deactivate or delete her blog after all the hate anons she received. It was a pretty pointless debate, if you'd even call it that at this point, with her getting very vile and personally attacking anons to the point where she felt this wasn't a happy place to be sharing her thoughts, to which I absolutely agree with.

Since you've brought up the topic that was the shortest answer I could give you above. If you are interested in reading more I'll expand below the cut, as I have a lot to say.

This whole thing started about a fictional character, Michael Gavey, who hasn't appeared on screen or will appear for 64 seconds and sparked a debate on whether you should write or read or plainly consume fanfiction about a character who hasn't been properly defined.

Now it could have remained that. A debate and I personally see things from both povs

This is a post I agree with as a writer.

Here

I'm an amateur, I've just begun writing but my style or whatever I'm finding, matches the one mentioned above. I need visual cues and I need to see and analyse a character more if I ever consider writing about him so yes, I personally would not write about a character I haven't completely analysed or who hasn't appeared on screen yet.

As a reader however, I have a different perspective. I love spoilers. I like knowing things beforehand and going through them in my head before reading a book or consuming media. Its fun to go "oh what I pictured turned out to be quite close to what's being shown here". The accuracy or near accuracy gives me a boost. I'm happy when I feel like I analysed or thought about a character similar to what I see later on. It shows me I understood the creator and what they were trying to portray even before seeing it. Gives me a "we are maybe on the same wavelength" feeling and thats fantastic.

That's why I can see a similar perspective to authors and creators already writing fanfiction for him before they've seen the movie. They have an image in their head and they want to be creative and show you how wonderful their imagination is. What's wrong with that? I have many moots who've written lovely stories that I want to read and I probably will.

Coming back to the point, what I don't understand is why people decided that these were such drastically opposite views and decided to sling hatred at whoever didn't conform to their idea of consumption and creation of media.

Why was there a need to send hate to a creator who said she didn't want to read or write as yet just because she wanted to get to know him better before doing so?

Why was there a need to harass writers who wanted to write and express their feelings being all gatekeepy over their work instead?

And why was there a need to constantly continue this anon responding and giving them traction all over again. It should have been shot down long before a fellow creator was forced to leave this site for good. We're all friends here why can't we be civil and respect each other's opinions.

A post stating your preference is not calling the other out. It is simply that, stating your preference and we as a fandom need to stop clinging to crumbs and overanalyzing stuff like this and use them for call out games.

Look at his pretty face and analyse those crumbs instead.

This is supposed to be fun, please continue to letting it be fun for others too.

That's all.

#asks #fandom bs

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reverieaa · 1 year

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i personal feel that this the problem a lot us are probably facing and thinking. i feel this is a topic to be discussed rather than saying "you have it now, the 4D is the only thing that matters, 3D is a reflection... blah blah blah". we should also consider the people who's struggling and suffering from serious mental health issues even though they know the LAW OF ASSUMPTION.

let's say they want to manifest good grade and their test is tomorrow they have nothing prepared so they just 'try' to manifest, claim it and sustain in that assumption and the next day they go to school with full hope and they doesn't know a single thing in that paper and yep they get a bad grade and get discouraged. i know i know, you be like circumstances don't matter it's because that is what you assume. if they were so passionate and hopeful about that why did they get a bad grade? many of them haven't even manifested a thing so far they get easily discouraged and give up. then they be like "let me revise it" and nothing is happening again, this shit is going on loop.

WE NEED TO STOP THIS SHIT!

the blogs and stuffs say that the 4D is real and the 3D is not important it's just a reflection. let's say your bills are due in an hour or so days and you gonna pay the 4D money? hell nah. what's the point of having it in the 4D if you're homeless and your stomach is empty. you say manifestation is instant, if it is so why isn't my assumptions not hardened into facts? we assume a lot of things and not seeing them get real pisses us off.

now let's take an example, i want a complete 360 turn of my entire life like nothing is same as before. i want to be in a different country, have different name, have different job, have different appearance, have different personalities, have different friends, have different family ...... everything is just different. and then I assume like "okay, I'm going to count to ten and when it reaches one when i open my eyes my reality is completely changed" (assumed) and then i do that and nothing changed and i gave up.

this is what is happening for a lot of us and it's even harder when they're a beginner to concious manifesting or haven't consciously manifested anything before on will.

WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF THIS THE CASE YOU'RE GOING THROUGH? WHAT WILL BE YOUR PIECE OF ADVICE.

if i make rules and if I assume that thing it's going to be like that why isn't it changing?

Idk about you, but I'm pretty satisfied with the answer.

Ppl seem to often misunderstand the "you make the rules" quote a lot bc the idea that they are in control of everything fules ego.

" I want to move this moutian, and if I assume it'll move, it will" does nothing if self hasn't changed. You can't change an outer reality when there is no "outer", it's yourself that you need to change and seeing your mental problems as an obstacle for your dreams ect makes things worse for your mental health.

I understand that many may struggle bc of their mental health. But how is thinking the way you do any better? I think It'd help for a lot of you that instead of saying:

" I have this (mental problem) that means it's harder for me to manifest, therefore I either can't do it or it'll take me a long time" to

" I seem to struggle with (method/certian loa thing) bc I have this (problem), what can I do to make myself more comfortable?"

Even if you're not into loa, viewing everything you can do as limited bc of who you are and what you have can't be good for you.

No one is telling to you to "ignore the 3D" if you have bills to pay and you're manifesting being rich don't just quit your job, if you're hungry and your fridge is empty don't just sit there but go buy food, no one says these things will hold you back from your desires but you. The "things" u hate now is all a state and mentality itself, all in the 4D that's why it's no different than the 3D, you are always the inner self.

Do you want me to change the law? Bc I have no intentions in convincing you or saying sth special. Manifestation itself may be effortless but you need to put in effort in believing that, esp when you’ve lived your life as the opposite up until now.

Did you imagine moving a moutian, or did you imagine being the person who moved it?

The "things" you want changed are waiting for you to change.

#law of assumption #affirm and persist #manifesation #manifesting #neville goddard #loa #3d #affirmations #loa methods #void state

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kit-williams · 11 days

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Survivalist anon here again with an update and some local development in my area.

The spacewolves trio have become regular visitors to my property. They're enjoying the brewing silo I've constructed for them and the pack leader seems to patrolling more and more near by. It feels a little more safer around here knowing I've got such a wonderful pack nearby. The two youngest are like older brothers, the pack leader is a little more reserved yet his affections come in the form animal skulls, interesting left behind trinkets...and recently a hand carved charm. My place pretty has been considered a second den for them.

Now, I may have some new developments. There's been reports of a fast moving marine in the area. The local farmers have been devastated by a string of predations from a "mysterious beast" that kills every few days. An eyewitness that I interviewed a while states she saw the thing that slaughtered six of her prize sheep and the leading ram. It was a dark colored marine with red eyes a white face.

In an unrelated incident, another bloodsucker of sorts was caught red handed....or should I say red mawed...when a local dairy farm found him laying down with a nearly insanguinated cow. Apparently the big red vamp felt guilty for what he did and stopped halfway before he could dry the poor thing up. It recovered, but local law enforcement have no idea what to do with him.

Any suggestions?

~ Survivalist anon

@egrets-not-regrets @liar-anubiass-blog @barn-anon @bleedingichorhearts

Congrats that you're still alive!

Good call on the silo. Space wolves, and most space marines but, like to have multiple places to call home and be able to rendezvous at a particular location or safe space. Now your home might just be a location that should things go bad they use as a rally point, maybe even use it as a place to go along the way to check on you, they also could be using your property to store some extra supplies. All depends on the space marines. But, gifts are a great sign!

If its "midnight clad" it might be a Night Lord. I'm safe to say that if the word "face" is used. Unlike early descriptions of Astartes when human skin leather would adorn their armor the whole person's face description might reference to really any type of Chaos Space Marine. But, Night Lords have a skull face motif so it might be them, might be a mutated Chaos Space Marine, could even be a blood angel's chaplain since chaplain's (usually) have skull masks.

Blood Angels, regardless of loyalty, suffer from something called 'the Red Thirst' so they usually need periodic intakes of blood. Sounds like he wasn't getting anything recently. My suggestion is actually to let the nearest base of blood angels know about him because they are equipped to handle it. If they can't I mean someone could foster him until they can come look at him.

Good luck!

#warhammer 40k #reply #space marine husbandry #space marine husbandry sentience #answer #tales from the barn #lore drop #survivalist anon

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ave09 · 10 months

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HI I LOVE YOUR BLOG

and i was wondering, if you get back to writing, if you could write indy with a reader who’s a robin hood type thief? maybe they meet in an ancient temple too! bonus points if indy knows them from the college he works at B)

any movie period works, but raiders to last crusade is perferred!

thank you!! :3

hi! yes! i loved this idea, but i severally struggled 😭 i had to rewrite this three times before i was satisfied. not my best work but i hope you still enjoy

you!

indiana jones x reader

note; this is set pre-temple of doom, considering the mistakes made by one famed archaeologist wouldn’t have happened during raiders and last crusade lmao

pre-raiders

“hey!”

you turned slightly, catching sight of a man near the end of the tunnel. you knew that voice.

shit.

your gaze fell upon the small golden chest in front of you, you had to get this out of here quick.

“that belongs in a museum!”

the amount of times you’d heard that one. you scoffed, opening your pack, “it belongs to the people!”

“the people?!”

“mhmm!” you replied, carefully placing the heavy chest into your pack. you then dared turn to face him. his hazel eyes widened in recognition.

“you!”

“surprise.”

he couldn’t believe it. you, a professor at the very university he taught at, had beaten him here. and was fighting to return this relic to the people.

“how’d you know about this?”

you scoffed, adjusting the pack upon your shoulder, “i’m a history professor, doctor jones, i’ve known about this relic for years.” the man still seemed in shock, you smirked, “what? didn’t think i’d be able to pull that off?”

“i don’t know, that climb was pretty steep.”

“well i’m a good climber.” you replied.

the man took a few steps forward, “i wouldn’t do that if i were you.” indiana arched a brow, “and why not?” you extended a hand, gesturing to the tiled floor, “one wrong move and you’ll kill us both.” you stated.

indiana glanced at the ground, and then back at you, “this ain’t my first rodeo sweetheart.”

“funny. it’s not mine either.” you replied smugly. indiana’s hazel eyes scanned the surrounding, brows furrowing. “it took me a few tries. but, you can do your best.”

“care to give me some hints?”

you pretended to think for a moment, before shaking your head, “i’m afraid i can’t.”

“and why not? we’re friends, aren’t we?” you shrugged, “work friends, and one, we’re not at work, and two, i have something you want, and i won’t let you take it from me.”

“maybe we can work out some sort of deal.” he said, pressing a hand against the wall, unaware of the trap he’d just triggered by doing so. you hadn’t noticed either, intrigued by his words, “what sort of deal?” you asked, taking a step forward, the puzzle tiles now directly in front of you.

“well, i’m thinking-“

before he could finish the sentence, the floor gave away, causing you and him to tumble into a dark pit.

“ow,” you muttered, having your body slammed against stone was no fun. you could hear indiana groan in pain, “shit.”

“damn you, jones!” you exclaimed, your body aching with every movement. “me?!”

“yes, you! you’re the one who had to step on something!”

“i didn’t step on anything!” he shouted, jumping to his feet. you groaned in annoyance, yours eyes falling onto the pack that had fallen off of your back during the tumble. you rushed towards it, pulling it open. a wave of relief washed over you seeing that the relic was still intact.

you exhaled deeply, “okay. pointing fingers isn’t going to change this situation.”

“you started it.”

“and i’m ending it.” you stated, brushing the dust off of your clothes, “we have to find a way out.”

thankfully, the floor in which the puzzle was rigged into was the only thing that had fallen away, everything else seemed to be normal. escaping should be fairly easy.

your gaze fell upon the whip on his hip. an idea immediately came to mind, “give me your whip.”

“what?”

“you heard me, jones, hand it over.” the man’s hand hovered over his signature weapon, “no.” he said defensively.

“what, you think i’m gonna steal your stupid whip and give it to the people?” you asked blankly. indiana shrugged, “maybe.”

you rolled your eyes, “well i don’t have any other ideas.” indiana remained silent, placing his hands upon his hips.

“let’s make a deal.” he said suddenly. you furrowed your brows, “is this a game show now?”

“i’m serious.”

you sighed, crossing your arms over your chest, “okay what?”

“you give me the chest-“

“here we go again-“

“and i will give you what money i’m being offered, so you can give it to the people.”

it wasn’t that bad of an offer. as a matter of fact, it was pretty damn good. and if this was the way of her escape, then fine.

“okay.”

“okay?”

“now give me the whip.” the sound of the whip cracking filled the air as it looped around a pillar. he tugged on it slightly, making sure it was secure. he then glanced at you, “i’ll give you a boost.”

you nodded. indiana passed you the handle of the whip before kneeling slightly, cupping his hands. “ready?”

you didn’t reply, but instead placed your boot on his hands, holding onto the whip tightly, using his boost to scale your way up the side of the stone wall. it was far easier then you thought it would be.

that is until the whip became loose, causing you to almost fall back into the pit. but before you did, you grabbed onto the edge of the the stone wall, somehow managing to pull yourself over the edge.

you let out a sigh of relief. you and the relic were safe and out of harms ways. indiana called to you, “toss the whip back down!”

you glanced over the edge, catching sight of the man below a smirk on your face, “sorry darling.. my hands are full.”

you knew of his endeavors, he’d be able to escape on his own. but you needed to escape first, get this relic to the poor people of the village to whom the gold belonged too.

as you walked away, the man’s string of curses fill the air. you smirked to yourself, you could now look forward to the next monday at marshall college where you two would cross paths again.

if only you knew what you’d started. a never ending war. robin hood and the sheriff. one stealing for the rich to give to the poor, the other caring about what belonged in a museum collecting dust.

but, just as the fairy tales went, robin hood would always win.

#indiana jones x reader #harrison ford x reader #harrison ford #harrison ford movies #indiana jones #indiana jones and the temple of doom #young harrison ford #han solo #star wars #han solo x reader #indiana jones and the raiders of the lost ark #indy x reader #indiana jones and the last crusade

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signedeclipse · 2 years

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Hey there! Love your blog! <3 <3 can I request separate headcanons for rengoku, giyu and enmu reacting to their female!s/o ''borrowing'' their clothes while theyre gone? They come home from their mission and see her wearing their clothes. Thank you! <3

Enmu

Your sleep schedules don't entirely mix, so usually you take a bath before bed, and he takes one with you as he wakes up

You'll ball up in the warm onsen water and just enjoy the stars above while Enmu washes the sleep from his face

Typically you stay up quite a bit late to enjoy time with him, but after a tough day, you nearly fell asleep in the water

So Enmu encouraged you to sleep early and let him clean up

In a sleep-deprived state, you just tossed the first thing you picked up on and tumbled into bed, fast asleep

He followed suit half an hour later, wondering where his pants went

Seeing you cuddled into a pillow with nothing but his striped pants on was adorable

For one, you had nothing else on, and he was obviously lured in by that fact

But on you, they looked like pyjamas, clearly too long for you and all bunched up

You have given him a viable excuse to get in bed with you without anything on, and he takes it

Besides, he can sleep as long as he wants to

Giyuu

It was pretty cold where you both lived, there was always a chill in the air and frost on the ground

So you were naturally attracted to anything warm

Usually Giyuu, or a pile of blankets, maybe the occasional fireplace

Giyuu always found it funny seeing you in a mountain of cloth just to keep warm; he never had that issue

He would constantly poke and prod at you, asking when you'll suck it up and go out with him instead of hiding in the warmth

Once, he was out to get some food for the both of you and miserably trying to sit in with the locals

So he left his uniform back at home, asking you to wash it since you were doing your own laundry

When he came back, he just saw you cuddled into his haori like a caterpillar's cacoon

" That doesn't look like it does much. "

" It was drying by the fire, okay! "

Kyojuro

It's not every mission that he brings his cape with him because he knows very well that some people don't consider it proper

It often tears and gets into the heat of battle, so sometimes he leaves it behind with you

While he was off on a mission, you decided it would be a good idea to mend the holes and fix up the fabric

He left it behind anyways, and you were sure he'd appreciate it!

Redo loose seams, patch holes, fixed stretched fabric and, of course, cleaned it

He always mentioned how it would fall off, so this time you opted to add two clips to the side of the neck space so it could clip to his uniform

Of course, you had to make sure it worked, so you tossed on one of his older and smaller-sized uniform tops along with the cape

It worked perfectly, of course, and when you spun, it stayed perfectly attached!

" Well done! "

You nearly fell over when he jumped in so suddenly, standing behind you with his arms crossed

He was very clearly blushing, seeing how small you looked in his cape and uniform

But he was very impressed with your handiwork too! And pampered you for being so considerate <3

Authors Note - Thank you so much for requesting!! I am happy to hear you like what I do on my bog <3 Thank you also for requesting Giyuu! I dont believe I have ever gotten to him before. Remember to take care of yourself <3

#demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer headcanons #kimetsu no yaiba #kny headcanons #kny x reader #x reader #reader insert #headcanons #enmu #enmu x reader #giyuu #giyuu x reader #kyojuro x reader #kyojuro

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impracticaluser · 1 month

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Thinking critically about craft hobbies and the subjectivity of what is "best"

Recently, I have gotten into the hobby of assembling, detailing, and painting plastic model kits, specifically Gunpla (the term combining "Gundam" and "Plastic"). As my first craft hobby, I've done lots of research about what the community considers the "best" in terms of habits, techniques, and tool/paint brands.

The Reddit community r/Gunpla has been invaluable in assembling a compilation of collective knowledge for me to put to use. Eventually, I put together and detailed my first Gundam kit, the High-Grade RX-79 Ez8.

Hurray!!! Excellent!!! There's one problem, though. This hobby is expensive. While High-Grade kits usually cost $15-$25 (which is a pretty good price), the paints used to detail these kits are an expense in and of itself, costing around $10-$15 per spray can. Sure, you could go for an airbrush, costing you about $200~ and potentially saving you more money on buying paint in the future, but good airbrushing takes skill and time to achieve the finish you want. A far easier and more accessible alternative is through spray cans.

However, the downside is that hobby spray cans usually pile up fast; they only carry 100ml of paint, making 1 can last only 1 kit. This becomes an issue when painting multiple parts with different colors, not including the use of primer, topcoat, decals, and panel liner. On average, you're dropping $50~ just to customize one High-Grade kit.

Naturally, I went looking for cheaper alternatives for an already cheap alternative with the larger community. As it stands, r/Gunpla is avidly against using industrial spray paints (Krylon, Bonsy, Rust-Oleum) as a substitute for hobby spray paints (Tamiya, Mr. Hobby), even if the former is significantly cheaper. Common reasons include:

The paint used in industrial-grade paints damages plastic

Industrial spray cans cause paint pooling

There is little to no spray control in those types of spray cans

Here is one example of many Reddit posts where the question of using industrial spray paints is answered with these points.

As a beginner, hearing so many repeat the same issues made me completely averse to the idea of industrial paints. Alas, was my wallet fated to suffer the cost of only buying hobby-grade spray paints?! After even more research, I found one reliable Gunpla blogger who wrote an entire post on why and how these sentiments about industrial-grade paints are actually inaccurate.

According to blogger Matanglawin on his personal blog, X marks the Gundam Spot, the finish using these types of paints is comparable even to airbrushing quality if you know how to properly use them. As a critique of the larger collective opinion on industrial paints, Matanglawin provides instructions on how these paints should be used (from his direct experience), noting that most of the issues stated before are from using these types of paints as you would hobby paints.

Plain and simple, hobby paints and industrial paints have different properties that require different techniques to get good results. Matanglawin asserts the need to spray farther and lighter as making all the difference.

To my surprise, I had found a blogger who addressed the echo chamber and elitism regarding paint brands. Many hobbyists can often repeat an opinion without ever trying the types of paint themselves. It was an essential reminder that subjectivity plays a huge part in deciding what is considered "best" in a craft hobby. So yes, indeed, my wallet may live to see another paycheck.

The next time I need the larger community for information, I'll keep in mind that even the most popular information requires a level of critical thinking. Matanglawin's blog is also a treasure trove of Gunpla hobby tips for beginner hobbyists. I, for one, will be taking my time reading through his opinions to help expand my own knowledge.

In reflection, this discovery was a clear reminder of a common phrase that makes this hobby so appealing to me in the first place: "Gunpla is freedom."

#gunpla #gundam #hobby #modelkits #modelpainting

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acrossthewavesoftime · 22 days

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First off, whoever the imposter is who took over your blog on 16th March 2024, @defensivelee, they are not Frederick the Great.

As good luck would have it, I know the exact location of the real Frederick II's burial place, his pet dogs included (do leave him a potato should you visit!).

Taking into account that the political landscape has shifted, I would strongly advice against invading France as France is a member of NATO, and an invasion would constitute the invocation of Article 5.

That aside, Frederick was more interested in getting Silesia rather than France under his control, and again, bad idea. Today the historic region of Silesia is situated on Polish and Czech territory, also members of NATO.

I cannot help but think that it is a bad idea to try and conquer anything at all using an 18th century army when you know you'll be up against the combined modern armies of 32 member states.

Last but not least, I have read some of Frederick's letters and am pretty confident that this is not what he wrote and sounded like.

All things considered, please be careful what you do on your computer, and who you give your passwords to! Someone posing as Frederick the Great might use your accounts to try and convince people that waging war against France is a good idea! I have no idea who they are, or what their ultimate goal is, but we should be aware of them! Be careful out there, people!

#history humour #ask #ask reply #defensivelee #humour #frederick the great #18th century #friedrich der große

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liminalweirdo · 1 year

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How to spot a scam on tumblr

Scammers are getting smarter and in light of the recent “help my cat” scam posts going around which @meluvcheese22 has a pretty detailed post on here I just thought that this might be a good time to help people know what to look for.

Those message requests that come through your askbox that look similar to this:

[image id: a screenshot of a tumblr ask from user catgirlmacaroni that says:

catgirlmacaroni asked a question

“Heeeeey im really sorry, I know you might find this a bit strange but I really do have a huge favor to ask but im so embarrassed to ask for it but I guess there’s no harm on trying, right? Can you consider boosting/sharing the post I pinned for my cat please? We’re in desperately need of help rn. Im so sorry for coming across your inbox like this. Please also consider answering this privately or send me a msg instead! Wishing you well and I hope that you’ll have an amazing year ahead of you (hear emojis)”

end image id]

Posts like this are almost always a scam. Especially if they’re coming from someone you don’t know.

@you-reblogged-a-scam has a great post on this

How can you spot a scam?

Go to the user’s profile and type [their username].tumblr.com/archive you can see that they have only been posting on tumblr for a couple of months before they made their crowdsourcing request for their cat. That should be a red flag as they’re only giving the illusion of being a tumblr user. (This is also a good way to vet for bots that aren’t just empty blogs.)

The fact that they weren’t using a Crowdfunding platform was suspicious to me, especially because those platforms crack down on scammers and afaik, offer protection to people who have donated if they discover it’s a scam. This isn’t failproof as I know a lot of people do use just P*aypal or V*nmo but this should still be a red flag.

Search the P*ypal account user’s name through Google to see if they’ve done anything like this before. As you can see here, and here this user has posted VERY SIMILAR cat stories under different tumblr accounts but they all go back to the same P*ypal. You can also reverse image search included images or search parts of the text they’ve written to see if it appears as “original posts” under different Tumblr users’ accounts (or whatever other social media you use)

The notes being turned off was also suspicious as you can see that some people got the word in and the scammer realized their mistake.

[image id: a screenshot of the cat post’s notes with the tumblr message stating that Replies have been turned off for this post and Some replies may have been hidden, blocked, or removed.

tumblr user eatingcroutons writes: “Weird how this person had a different cat in a different state needing money for a different treatment just a week ago: http://www.tumblr.com/axellhere/705044183042392064/pay-axell-cruz-apuyan-using-paypalme”

tumblr user hoodiedeer writes: @ eatingcroutons and the oldest posts on their account are a bunch of reblogs a day before this post lol”

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If you notice something’s a scam, please please say something in the notes and try to spread the word. Please report it to tumblr and report it to P*aypal or whichever cash transfer source they’re using. Make a Tumblr post about it, just get the word out.

Please be careful out there. I know we all want to help, but please make sure your money is actually going to people who need it, and not people like this.

Also, please add to this post if you have any other ideas for how to spot scams.

#tumblr scam #scam posts #psa #internet safety #online safety #we look out for each other on this website

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misc-obeyme · 4 months

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hihi I'm back, i was rambling about solomon and immortality the other time

BUT i just got a tiktok, and apparently there's a trend with the song that goes "nothing's new" and the first slide is a tweet saying "who had every right to become a villain?" And the second slide is a character

anyway my first thought was MC because they literally get dumped into a new world, whole life turned upside down and expected to adapt, in both OG and NB. Nightbringer i'd say is different since they have a goal they're working towards and at least they have Solomon

But in OG it's like "try to survive :)", you're looked down upon as a human, you're kept in the dark about the attic, there's so many little things that add up-

But in the end MC chooses kindness, chooses to keep going and make it work, and yes there's the chaotic options but no harm is done without cause I guess you could say?? They're not afraid to stand up for themselves and they're stubborn, but they won't sink down to the lowest of the lows after everything they've gone through

I dunno if i made any sense, I just needed to ramble and share with someone 🤣 thank you for being a welcoming blog

- ✨

Welcome back to my ask box! I will add ✨ to the anon list!

And of course I love all the ramblings, so know you're always welcome to come here to share your thoughts!

Now I gotta say the generic OM MC is one unhinged mf and I don't understand how they stay so chill and happy all the time. Like I would argue their ability to put up with so much crazy is what makes them unhinged rather than the chaotic options that are sometimes given for them. That stuff feels like a normal reaction considering everything they go through. Like the time they threatened to explode Mammon's door? Yeah, that feels like something someone who has been pushed beyond their limits might do.

And yet so often, the choices are nice. So often the choices are MC giving and giving and giving. They care so much and are willing to go through so much and do so much in order to keep their demons safe. And MC is the human in this scenario. I know, MC is OP with their pacts and their sorcerer stuff and their Ring of Light, but you would still expect the demons to take better care of them. And I mean more their mental state than anything. But the game kinda just takes for granted the fact that MC can take all the crazy in stride. I'm pretty sure I would have had a mental breakdown after the first week lol.

All that being said, I love the idea of MC turning into a villain. This is where you really can get into different story lines and outcomes based on your personal MC. Because I think it would be very easy for an MC to turn villainous in this situation. It depends on how conniving your MC is as to how this goes down.

Like do they deliberately wait to betray everybody until they've secured all seven pacts and the Ring of Light and so on?

Or is it more like one day they just snap and they never meant to turn?

In the first scenario, the question is what is their goal? Why would they do that to begin with? Maybe they want to rule the Devildom themselves and the goal is to have all the bros under their spell for the sole purpose of like dethroning Diavolo or something. I mean, good luck with that lol but it'd sure be interesting.

In the second scenario, it's definitely more chaotic and just MC loses their mind. Maybe starts destroying things Satan-style because they can't control it anymore.

I think it's a fascinating idea. And you could go with MC succeeds or you could go with someone (whoever MC is closest to perhaps) is able to talk them down from destruction.

But yes, in the end our OM MC always chooses kindness. Even when they're not going to take any nonsense, they're always solution oriented. They're always about helping the characters and I would say they're almost stubborn in their kindness too? Like they're determined not to be anything other than kind because to them, that's the right thing to do. It's precious.

#I don't get a lot of asks about MC in a general sense #but this is definitely how I think about it personally #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me mc #✨ anon #misc answers

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aching-tummies · 1 year

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Norovirus is going around a lot, you know. Sure would be a shame if your tummy started churning for no obvious reason and trying to evacuate itself from both ends....even worse if you ate soooo much food right as it was coming on so there's a heavy load to be sloshed around. What would you do in that situation? If you realized the rumbles were starting to unsettle your belly more and more, and the pain beginning to squeeze up sour burps?

o///o

Anon…are you a mind-reader? The idea of the stomach virus having a full tank to wreak havoc with has been a low-key fantasy of mine for ages. It's something I've never really been able to write scenarios for because I have little-to-no personal experience with stomach flu and/or vomiting.

In the realm of this blog, I'm not super interested in what happens at either end. My main fixation is on the torso and what's going on within so the idea of the stomach churning and cramping for hours and hours in vain is more my speed.

RP-Scenario below. Note that it is a work of fiction, not one of my stories inspired by real experiences.

"Unnngh…" I groan, doubling over as I press my arms against my stomach with all the force I can muster. Instant-regret. I can't help but whimper at the sharp pain that results from displacing the contents of my belly. Note to self: humans are not built like toothpaste tubes…you can't just squeeze and expect the goop to come out of whichever end.

I feel the thick mass of stomach contents surge back into place, my digestive organs straining from both internal and external pressure. Talk about a rock and a hard place for the walls of my stomach.

It's February…so Valentine's Day has been on everyone's mind for a while now. Considering how January came and went with no opportunities to get together, my partner and I decided to go all-out for Valentine's Day. We maanged to line up our respective work-schedules to get a day off in the vicinity of February 14. We were debating between ramen and all-you-can-eat sushi. In the end, "both is good" became our answer.

I suggested ramen for lunch. My stomach had been doing flips since the night before. I assumed it was just nerves for the date. I didn't want a nervous tummy ache derailing our date, so I skipped breakfast. As much as I love sushi and ramen, I opted for ramen for my first meal of the day because I thought broth would be easier on a nervous tummy. Also, with ramen, there's a defined end-point of the meal. I didn't trust myself to tackle all-you-can-eat sushi on a nervous tummy.

The ramen sat pretty heavy in my tummy all day, despite the broth. I felt pretty full after the ramen. Luckily, I was with good company, company enough to distract me from being hyper-aware of the state of my tummy all day. After the ramen, we walked around for a bit. We stumbled upon an arcade and played far too many rounds of some variation of DDR. I was beginning to suspect something was wrong when I still felt my stomach sloshing with the ramen and broth after such vigorous exercise. You'd think all that jumping and jostling would have coaxed my stomach to digest…but most of lunch was still sloshing around in my tummy.

We stopped by a library after the arcade--home turf for me as I grew up going to that library and used it often as a broke post-secondary student. We browsed the shelves for a while, shared book recommendations, and checked local events and seminars and whatever for things of interest. This library also has a really nice cafe in it. I brought them there and they got sucked in by a book I insisted they had to give a shot as it was what I had thought about when they shared some elements of an RPG they were playing months back. They were hooked. While they fell into a fictional world, I took the opportunity to sneak off to the washroom in the library to assess the state of my belly and to try and coax it into a better state.

Thank Heaven the washroom was single-stall and in a relatively low-traffic area of the library. I knew the place like the back of my hand and knew that this little corner was a haven for washroom emergencies. Luckily, I wasn't interrupted. I basically manhandled my guts, prodding and squeezing my belly as I tried to shake off the upset that was brewing. Something must have worked. I managed to get most of the ramen and broth to siphon into my intestines. It wasn't comfortable, but it was head and shoulders above feeling the warm slosh and wet tickle at the base of my esophagus all day. Yeah, my stomach was sore from the rough massage, but I had a date to finish and I wasn't going to let an upset tummy derail the long-awaited date.

When I rejoined my partner, they had decided to look into the book series I recommended. They put a hand on their tummy and it let out the most adorable grumble right at that moment. They told me they were hungry and suggested going for the sushi we had opted not to get for lunch. My tummy definitely wasn't up for more food…but I couldn't think of a non-embarrassing excuse, so I went along with it.

It is currently just passed 9PM. I got back from the date about an hour ago. I'm still in the cute outfit I agonized over all morning…not by choice. I usually hate wearing 'outside' clothes while I am at home, especially if I am alone as I am. Unfortunately, the last hour has been filled with a SNAFU that has taken my mind off of lounging clothing.

It's not a nervous tummy. It probably never was 'just nerves'. I didn't check my emails at all today, not wanting to be disrespectful to my date and all that…so I missed it.

Leah, one of my besties, and I had a bit of a 'study date' a couple of days ago. She's currently enrolled in a couple of courses that are supposed to help her in her career, and I'm debating going back to school for another degree/certification and hoping it'll help me land better job prospects. The two of us opted to study our respective fields together because we both focus better in a library-setting/away from home…and having someone we trust to watch our stuff if we need to use the washroom is a load off of our minds when the alternative has always been to use the washroom first, set up our study area, and tank it for maybe 2-4 hours until nature calls again or we get hungry or whatever.

Leah had forgotten her water bottle that day. Part of it was fear that it would spill on her laptop, so she had debated whether or not to bring it and ended up forgetting it on her kitchen counter anyway. We've been friends for more than a decade so we ended up sharing my waterbottle, passing it back and forth.

Leah emailed me this morning. Apparently, she's down and out with a nasty case of Norovirus. She spent all of the night making offerings to the porcelain throne. She emailed me to warn me that she could have been asymptomatic/incubating the virus when we shared the waterbottle…so…she told me to be prepared and to sanitize the bottle (her exact words, "kill it with fire")…the same waterbottle that I had brought on my date today…that I had drank out of multiple times today. Yeah…if I wasn't infected the day I was with Leah, I definitely must have done it to myself today.

The sushi is sitting like a hunk of cement in my stomach. Despite the upset tummy, I ate a lot. It was 'all you can eat' so I knew I was going to get my money's worth. Also, it would have been awkward to stop eating when my date was still going at it with gusto. Piece-by-piece, I loaded up my stomach like a novice tetris player. My poor stomach was packed like a tin of sardines by the halflway mark…and my date was still showing no signs of slowing down.

That leads us to now. I've been in and out of the washroom at least seven times in the last hour. I stopped counting around my fourth unproductive trip.

My stomach will clench and I'll feel a dizzying sensation, like a whirlpool has spontaneously manifested inside of my guts at some random point and is churning my stomach-contents at an alarming rate…and I'll race the combined nausea and urge to go to the washroom…with nothing to show for it.

I'm beyond frustrated right now. My tummy is packed so tight that it feels as rigid and solid as the bathroom counter I've been white-knuckling as I desperately try to get my churning stomach and clenching torso to agree on which end to eject the sick and stuff from.

All I have to show for my hour of frustration is what feels like a very bruised tummy (I've been really, really rough with it, trying to squeeze the mess to either end with no success) and a small handful of nasty, barely-there-belches. Sushi tastes great going down. Ramen tastes great going down. The aftertaste, should it come back up, is revolting. It's sour and salty, and the gross hot air I've coaxed up my throat honestly makes me wonder if warlocks are real and if one of them cursed me in such a way that my entire digestive tract did a 180. The taste of those burps is disgusting! If the taste of the hot air is bad, I don't even want to imagine the hell that's brewing in my stomach.

My stomach clenches painfully. Fresh tears race down my cheeks, squeezed out by my tightly-shut eyes as I bite my lip and white-knuckle the counter next to me. It hurts! Ithurtsithurtsithurts!

Twenty minutes later, the cramp ebbs with nothing to show for it. The tug-o-war in my digestive tract continues as my digestive organs try to decide which end will get the nastiness that continues to brew within. I can't decide between 'I'd kill for someone else's hands on my belly right now' vs. the image of clawing out my griping insides and wringing them out like a stubborn tube of toothpaste, pushing the sickly goop of norovirus and too-much-food out before re-inserting the guts where they belong.

#aching tummies #RP-Ask #tummy kink #sick tummy

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hi, im starting the conversion process and i have 3 concerns about it i was wondering if i could get your opinion on bc i feel like there isn’t a huge online jewish community and especially not for converts (but it’s fine if you don’t have anything to say i get it)

the first is that im struggling to figure out how to tell my family about my want to convert. i was raised atheist and am honestly still pretty atheist/agnostic, just not completely. my father is a climate scientist who is very anti-religion in general (but mostly generalizes all religion as christian, you know, as ppl do), and i’m worried he’ll think it’s a phase, because once when he was around my age he started attending church for a girl he was dating only to abandon it later and regret it totally. i don’t think he’s antisemitic but i don’t think he’ll be super enthused in general about me wanting to be jewish just bc it means i’d be religious

the second one is that i was invited to visit a synagogue near me for shabbat services and i’m really looking forward to it, but i looked on their website and said they want all men who visit to wear a kippah regardless of whether or not they are jewish. do you think it would be inappropriate to buy one of my own instead of using one of the ones they offer at the synagogue if i just wore it while visiting for services?

finally (sorry this is a lot i might just need to get it out of my system tbh), i talked to a rabbi (as mentioned above) and she told me to convert with any synagogue in my state i’d need to take a very specific intro to judaism course that doesn’t start until almost a year from now. is it irrational to be upset i have to wait so long? i was sitting on the idea of reaching out to a rabbi about conversion for almost a year, so to finally do it and be told i just have to wait more, after i get the guts to stop waiting, kinda sucks. but i’m worried if i express my concerns to the rabbi she’ll interpret that as me being too eager and impatient?? i’m not sure

Hello! No need to apologize! It’s an important thing to consider. I’m glad you found an answer on my blog already 😊

There is actually a surprisingly large online community of converts and converts in progress! (I’ll make a poll about it in a bit because now I’m curious.)

Okay on to your first second question, I don’t think it would necessarily be inappropriate per say but I wouldn’t advise it yet for a couple of reasons.

1. You don’t know what style of kippah you like yet and wearing the ones they provide is a good way to test them out.

2. You’re not going to be wearing it outside of shul and they have them there for you for free.

3. There are many different styles and sizes and this community may have a style they prefer that you aren’t aware of yet. (That’s not to say you can’t wear other styles but it’s something to consider)

4. You don’t need to. They have them there for you to use.

5. A secret fifth thing I can’t quite put my finger on which makes this feel not quite right to me.

Next question, it’s definitely not irrational to be upset. That’s a very rational feeling to have. However, conversion is a long process. For many people, it takes several years because of things like waiting for classes or a Rabbi to be available. Conversion is a lifetime commitment. If you have to wait one more year and then get to be Jewish for the rest of your life, is it worth it to you?

You can tell the Rabbi if you want, but if that’s the only class and it’s required, then it is what it is.

#asks #<3

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I thought I saw somewhere that you had a big pile of medieval clothing references? Am I crazy, is that a thing? Is it sharable? Otherwise, where do you search for references?

this one gets a little long, sorry about that anonnie

I did mention it at some point, yeah

most of my reference comes from my own personal collection of books that I've accumulated over the years, unfortunately many are not in English or I got them second hand and are difficult to find online

I don't have as much stuff regarding medieval fashion since most of the fashion that I am interested in starts around renaissance, so when I wanna look into older periods, it's fashion history books that are more general and provide a bit of an overview for the time periods

my two go-to books like that are The Costume History and then Fashion: The Definitive History of Costume and Style <-they're very general and barely touch on anything, much less proper structures, but they are a pretty good introduction to western fashion history

the book that I reach for regularly when I look into fashion for Monarchy Restoration is Dějiny Odívání: Renesance (Fashion History: Renaissance) - covers the fashions of mostly 15th and 16th century. this book is available only in Czech as far as I know and came out 23 years ago, also the information isn't particularly great (a trend I noticed with Czech authors, unfortunately.) the book is really well illustrated though which as someone who isn't particularly interested in recreating these styles for myself and only needs it for art is more than enough

I'm also fortunate enough to live in Europe so I get to visit castles and exhibitions regularly and I can gather my own reference by taking photos of the paintings, tapestries and frescos.

a great reference for actual medieval fashion are medieval illuminated manuscripts. I don't know where you're from, nor which area you want to look into, given how the fashion of the middle ages differs from country to country, so I'd definitely start by looking into books on medieval illustrations from the country you are interested in. I managed to snatch a really old copy of a book covering Slovak manuscripts and there's a book covering Czech ones (Krása českých iluminovaných rukopisů). many manuscripts have also been digitalized are available online

another thing you might consider is looking into illustrated books on medieval history. Jacques Le Goff has a sizeable collection and the prints that are available to me locally use many original medieval illustrations and paintings

old blogs dedicated to the topic are also amazing for this. given the state of tumblr and the internet as a whole, these are a lot harder to come by and many haven't been updated in years

I really wish I could tell you to scour the depths of google images and pinterest, but with the rise of artificial intelligence, people have started creating an unhealthy amount of fake history. it's honestly disheartening how many times I've caught myself looking at images and wondering if they are just passable fakes. this hurts even more when it comes to art used as reference, which is the main basis for medieval and early renaissance fashion, since the original garments are for the most part gone

to sum this up, I recommend looking into general fashion history books first. it's not great, but it's a start, especially if you only have a vague idea of what you want and aren't hellbent on finding accurate fashions to Venetian fashion of the 1470s, or something of that sort. a general look is a good starting point. from there, once you have pinpointed what you are after, look into books that might cover the topic. depending on the time period there might be detailed coverage in decent books, or you'll have to turn to other things such as books on the daily life in that time period (which have grown in popularity in the past couple of years) or book covering the art of the time period. those books might actually be better than fashion history books, since fashion history books prefer looking into the high society and not at commoners, who would have otherwise been depicted in paintings. they won't go into so much detail of the dress, obviously, but you'll get to see how the lower classes dressed as well. if you come across some proper vocabulary, it's worth doing a google search or pinterest search, though again, I have to warn you that people on the internet Like To Lie. A Lot. especially about history. while you are at it, you might also notice painter names popping up regularly, so look up their work as well. (personally been really into Cranach.) those paintings are great if you need only outer layers for art reference. in a similar manner, if you are looking into high society, it might be worth looking at the nobility and royalty of the time and their depictions.

last but certainly not least, if you have the chance to visit an exhibition, a castle, a cathedral, anything really that might deal with this stuff, go. you never know what you might come across. a lot of my favourite little reference photos were taken at castles that I visited with family and I didn't even expect to find anything at. it's very much about personal preference in fashion, too, so while you might see images in books, it might not be until you see a medieval painting of a saint that something about a dress just Clicks and you steal that style for your next OC. events organized by fashion history larpers are pretty good too if you don't mind talking to people, same for history themed events (NOT renaissance fairs. unless you run into people who actually know what they're doing) where people dress up for the occasion. not just some actors though, but actual proper historians who looked into their shit. I've met a couple amazing people and learnt a lot.

I don't know how valid this information is and I'm sure actual fashion historians are absolutely cringing at this, but as someone who mostly looks into fashion history for art reference, this is a method I found works for me. hope it helped at least a little!

#asks #fashion history #this got incredibly long oh my #I really wish I had more to share but its kinda hard to find stuff. plus Im more into local fashion history so I cant help with much #many things cross over among countries but it isnt perfect #its good to check youtube as well now that I think of it. but only proper groups or historians pls #besides Im not exactly keeping it a secret that I look into how fairytales depict this fashion as well. especially slavic movies #Im always wary of historical documentaries that has actors in costumes for a couple scenes theyre not always great #hollywood movies are just a massive No for the most part tho I like looking at them for Spice

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vaggieslefteye · 19 hours

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Request Guidelines and Rules

Important Things to Note:

This blog is just one of my hobbies that I do for fun in my free time, and I make these gifs for free - of course I am going to prioritize getting requests done in a timely manner, but I might also just chill and take an extra day or three to finish.

Rest assured I'll always communicate if, for whatever reason, life decides that I need to put gifmaking/requests on hold for a few days or longer. Same goes for when I'm back up and running - I will not reopen requests until all previous accepted slots are filled.

Guidelines:

Send requests through the askbox only, please. I won't consider requests made through comments/dms.

I'd very much appreciate some kind of interaction on a completed request just to know that my work was acknowledged, though that's not strictly required. Still, a like or a reblog or even a quick "thanks!" on anon can go a long way :]

If your request is simple in nature, don't be shy to just send it as it is.

That being said, the more specific, the better! I can get closer to your vision with the more details you can provide, otherwise I'll fill any gaps myself as I see fit.

EXAMPLE: "can i request a set of the scene where niffty stabs adam in episode 8?"

Simple request, but easily doable - in cases like this it would be entirely up to me on certain aspects like how many gifs I'll end up doing, which parts of the entire scene I show, if I add subtitles or not, etc.

Here is an example of a request for the same scene, but with more detail:

EXAMPLE: "request: a set of the scene when niffty is stabbing adam while laughing maniacally (starting from 16:32) and ending when lute shouts "no!" with subtitles? thank you!"

Also just as doable, and now I have clear instruction on what exactly to include. Heck, you can even throw in details like, idk, "including vox's reaction"/"can you take out vox's reaction though?"

If you're asking for a set focused on a certain character(s)/character closeup set (eg: adam, angel dust), you can specify how many gifs you'd like: The minimal I'll do is 2, with a maximum of 8. Otherwise I'll do 4 by default.

My minimum of 2 and maximum of 8 applies to all requests, as of now.

Rules:

Repeating this only once more: I will only consider requests made through the askbox.

Keep your request contained in a single ask. I will not fill a request if it is split between two or more asks, so get those details all within the character limit.

For my personal comfort, I'm asking that you don't request gifsets or interact with me directly (ask, dm, @) if you're a minor (also like what are you doing here? lol). As I state in my bio, I'm an adult posting about an adult show that very much has adult themes prevalent in it so like it's not rocket science as to why the idea of talking to a minor about this show is Fucking Weird, right?

That being said I'm not anyone's parent and I'm not gonna spend hours combing through every single blog that sends in a request off anon looking for age confirmation but also like, if I hover over your name and you have your age right there in your bio that is very much under 18, sorry but I'm gonna block you.

I will only decline requests privately - meaning, if you requested on anon and I need to decline for whatever reason, I'm afraid I won't be able to tell you why. I'll always state my reason for declining, and link you back to these rules if necessary.

I don't know how to put this eloquently but like, try not to go overboard with requests? I'm still pretty new at this and I don't know how to do a lot of those cool color effects/blending/layering stuff the actual good gifmakers can do lmao. If I feel like I don't have the ability to fulfill the request and/or feel that it would just take too long to complete I'll decline and state my reasons why + encourage that you send another request. I don't exactly see this being a real issue, but hey, just in case.

For personal comfort, I won't do requests that are specifically asking for shipping content - yes, even if I myself do ship it! I figured staying neutral is the easiest way to go about this. Chaggie would be the only exception since they're less of a ship in my eyes and more of just a canon couple whose relationship is an integral part of their own respective stories/the main plot as well.

Don't ask for ships, ask for source material instead. What do I mean by this? Instead of asking for content of the characters by their ship name and/or wording the requested interaction in a way that paints it in a romantic light, you can just ask for the scenes as they are.

Example of a request I won't do: "can you do a gifset of huskerdust moments/interactions from the beginning of episode 4 pls?"

I would decline this, but you can still get this exact scene filled if you word it like this instead:

Example of a request I will do: "can you do a set from the beginning of ep 4, when angel is flirting with husk and he tells him he sees right through his act?"

Much better. Yeah, I very much ship huskerdust myself, but I'd only take the request if it's worded in this way.

If you're wondering why the hell this is even a rule, it's for me, mostly. I don't like the idea of constantly declining requests of ship content for ships I'd be uncomfortable doing/denying myself making gifs of moments between characters I like in a context outside of shipping. I think this way keeps it fun for everyone. Humor me, yeah? I promise this is my only weird rule lmao.

#updates #request rules #👁.txt

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