#I'm more of a visual learner

[wordycheeseblob]

Classes are a lot less boring when you doodle ^^

[jupiterriot]

Made this for the Bio 202 class I support to help my students understand the endocrine system hormones ∠( ᐛ 」∠)∟

(IMPORTANT: This is all based on information from MY college's lessons plan and what we expect our student to know and understand for med programs)

Share it with your local tired med student!!

And good luck to my fellow med students, may we all survive another semester

Also, if ya wanna show your appreciation, maybe leave me a tip on ✏️Ko-Fi✏️, cause medical textbooks are expensive .·°՞(≧□≦)՞°·.

[avesavoidseating]

cute boy (still not my bf) went through my reposts and saw the freaky ones. fuck.

the reposts mentioned are in the tags because they're NAWT going on the main post.

[call-me-copycat]

I learned how to drive a little for the first time today! It was in an empty parking lot with a trusted coworker and 2 other ladies she said she trusted with her life :⁠-⁠)

Everyone was super nice and said I did well for someone starting out ʕ⁠·⁠ᴥ⁠·⁠ʔ

Can you tell when I first started? Lol

[queenharumiura]

This is for people who did not know the meatball menu method to find the source blog to reblog from.

It took me a forever and a half to learn of this method, so I'm sharing the knowledge. Please excuse the low-quality and amateur quality. I can't be bothered to make something that looks better.

[thankstothe]

Reading dense book after years of not doing that, explained everything about my academic experience

[dan-crimes]

My previous post means NOTHING to the people of this blog SINCE I NEVER POST MY ART LMAO but I looooove just talking about it and people having to see my rambles abt my artistic strifes without any context and just having to take my word for it

[black-occamy-arts-and-crafts]

I have recently received another ask about my canvas pulling and since I've been thinking about making a serious tutorial for a while now, I took the opportunity to take some pics and vids while finishing the tree. Do please enjoy :3

1. Why pulling out canvas at all?

Primarily, this is a fantastic technique to apply cross stitch patterns directly to the item you want OR to make patches from old jeans, like this one:

With small patterns I usually don't bother to sew the canvas prior to embroidering, like with the pupper above. In case of the bigger patterns, I usually sew it lightly on the edges just to keep the canvas in one place. The more stretchy the material type is, the more important it's going to be to keep it in place.

2. Why not use a soluble canvas?

I'm sure you can and that they'll be as successful as the regular one 😁 However, as I mentioned in my previous posts here and here, I prefer to err on the side of cheaper, hence the tutorial.

3. Okay. I'm convinced - I even have a pattern embroidered on! What's next?

With small patterns (like the doggo earlier) it's going to be pretty easy. You just pull the threads one by one - preferably starting on the thinnest part of the pattern - and you may not even need the pliers. The fun (?) is with the large pieces, because the canvas has on average quite fragile threads and they like to break. Note - the canvas I'm using and I suppose most of the existing canvas types, will have four threads per one embroidery row. It's usually easier to pull one first and then the other three, bit that may vary when, for example, you managed to pierce the thread during stitching phase earlier 😉

If you were already careful during the stitching, you paid extra attention to embroider EXACTLY between the canvas threads and avoid piercing them at all. There are two benefits to that being extra careful: one, it's easier to pull it out later; two, the stitching gains an extra precision to it (and it looks great!). I recently discover that the round tip needle is making it much easier and if you're interested, there's a separate post about it as well!

On to the process! You can see from the pictures how I started with cutting out a piece of canvas that I can later reuse for something small (recycling is my hobby 🤷🏻‍♀️). I also pulled loose threads from around the tree:

Next part was to clean up the trunk and the grass on the right:

I then cut off the excess to avoid the threads tangling and slowly moved to the sides of the leaves on right and left:

You'll notice that the last photo has the thread pulled halfway through the pattern. That's because on this stage it's usually impossible to simply pull the thread out - even with the pliers it is just going to break off. I use a needle to pluck it from between the embroidery like this:

If you're more of the visual learner, I made this vid that I hope explains the process in more detail. You'll notice that I'm using my fingers and not the pliers here, because it's faster than to switch between tools.

And finally, when you're left with single direction threads like these, it's just a matter of pulling them out one by one.

And that's it! The final product looks clean and neat, AND you will notice that without the canvas beneath it's also getting a bit of volume that looks cool (and helps even out small mistakes you may have made along the way).

Thanks for reading this far! Let me know if there's something else I forgot to explain 😊

[littlelovelunette]

concept: What Are Tits?

part 2

concept by: @onlyvika

consider this a gift sleepy, dazed, confused lunette wrote for u, @onlyvika

I am sleep drunk but I saw their post and I was like "Oooh. What if...?"

Contains suggestive themes, description of Sevika's breasts, mentions of touching said breasts

You were high in Last Drop, and you didn't think when you stumbled over to Sevika. Sevika, who was engaged in a game of poker, raised a brow once she saw you pull a chair, sitting beside her. She didn't say anything but you did.

Drunkenly, you slurred. "What even are tits?" Before adding a slow murmur, "I'm a visual learner by the way." You giggled.

Sevika didn’t even flinch. She barely spared you a glance, exhaling the cigar smoke through her nose as she pushed a few more chips into the pile at the center of the table.

The other players snorted, some amused, some uncomfortable. But Sevika? She just stayed still, her sharp gaze locked on the cards in her hand, her mechanical arm drumming against the table in idle thought. She was used to people hitting on her but none of them were as bold as you, of course she had to acknowledge you were indeed very drunk and wasted.

"You’re drunk," she finally muttered, voice low, unimpressed. You giggled again, not bothering to argue. Yeah, you were drunk. Shit-faced. But you still leaned closer, resting your chin on her broad shoulder, your breath warm against her neck.

"You're not answering the question," you drawled, lips dangerously close to her ear. "Is that because you don't know either?"

The table burst into laughter. One of the players, a lanky man with a scar running across his cheek, whistled low. "Damn, she's brave. Or suicidal."

Sevika exhaled sharply, finally turning her head just enough to glance at you. Her expression was unreadable, save for the small twitch in her jaw—whether it was irritation or amusement, you couldn't tell.

"You wanna repeat that?" she murmured, her voice dipping into something dangerously soft.

You grinned lazily, eyes half-lidded. "What, scared I'm onto something?"

Sevika sighed, setting her cards down with a heavy thud before rubbing her temples with her flesh hand.

"You’re a menace," she muttered, grabbing your collar with her flesh fingers and hauling you up from your chair in one swift movement.

A chorus of "Oooooh" and chuckles filled the air as she hoisted you like you weighed nothing. The bar's dim lighting flickered against the skin of her arm, and you blinked blearily as she threw you over her shoulder.

"Wait, wait, where are we going?" you protested, squirming.

"Somewhere quieter," she grunted, easily dodging your weak attempts to struggle.

"Does that mean I'm getting a visual demonstration?"

Sevika smacked the back of your thigh dangerously close to your plump ass—hard—making you yelp. "It means I'm gonna dunk your head in cold water before you embarrass yourself any further."

The Last Drop's patrons cheered as Sevika carried you out the door, your drunken protests drowned out by their laughter.

"This was a bad idea." You mumbled into Sevika's back before peering around to see Sevika carrying you into one of the back rooms of Last Drop. She put you down against the wall, pinning you to it.

"What were you thinking?" She took her poncho off and set it down over the back of a chair and looked at you with her flesh hand on her hip, awaiting your answer.

"What are tits?" You asked again, this time more slurred than before. You hiccuped. "Show me?"

Sevika sighed and moved closer to you cradling the side of your face. "You'll be too drunk to remember." She paused before adding. "And you are indeed kind of pretty."

"Kind of?"

Sevika ignored your question and used one hand to unbutton her top, parting the fabric to show you her beautiful heavy breasts. They looked warm, soft and squishy. Like, the type of squishy you'd want to stick your face into and never let go. The type of squishy that you hold and all the stress from your life disappears. They were perfect in their natural place without even needing a bra, not that she was wearing one. Her areolas were dark, and slightly bigger than the average and nipples now hardening under the cold air of the room.

"Those—" Sevika took a breath, "—are tits." She put one hand at the side of your head holding the wall there. "Are you seriously drooling?"

"No?" You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand hastily and swallowed the rest of the saliva building up in your mouth before you leaned closer. "Can I...?"

"No." Sevika said firmly.

For a second there was silence before Sevika added. "Maybe next time when you're not so drunk and you'd actually remember the feel of them on your hands."

[selenepsyche]

Astro Observations with Selene (Part 1)

Hi everyone! This post is gonna be about astrology observations, but using my own placements. I'm gonna be talking about my experiences and how I am with each placement. I thought that would be fun to do and it will also give the opportunity to tell a bit about myself.

Sun in Sagittarius

I know it feeds into the stereotype, but I do have a love and desire for traveling. Maybe it's because I have never gone anywhere further than two hours or because I'm a Sag. But either way, I would love to travel the world someday and see amazing places. I also have a strong interest in philosophy and I take my spirituality very seriously. I love learning about historical facts and I have been blessed and lucky throughout life, even if there has still been a lot of heartbreak. Of course, I am naturally funny, even if I try not to be. Jokes just roll off of my tongue. It's in the 8th house, so I am naturally drawn to taboo topics and spirituality has always been easy for me to understand.

Moon in Scorpio

I wouldn't wish this placement on anybody.......except my worst enemies cuz fuck them. Where do I even start? Terrible relationship with my mom. It didn't start out that way, it got worst as I grew older and realized that how she was treating me was unfair. She's never gonna change and admit her wrongdoings, I accept that. I have gone threw some traumatic things that I would rather not get into. It's in my 7th house, so of course every love relationship I have been in has been SHIT. I have been used, lied to, manipulated, cheated on, betrayed by both lovers and close friends. Because of how many friendship betrayals I have experienced, I am hesitant to make new friends. After I started my spiritual journey in 2020, I faced betrayal after betrayal (of course). I also slowly parted ways with my former best friend, the only person in my life I could call a true best friend. I keep telling myself I am fine with being alone, I don't need friends, but deep down I do and want them. But it's hard to find genuine friends. But on the brighter side, my psychic abilities are off the charts. I am grateful for them. I am also a strong empath, which is a blessing and a "curse".

Taurus Rising

Can I just say that I love cooking and eating? I learned to cook when I was very young, maybe 13 or 14, because my mom didn't have a car one year and we couldn't eat out as much. We experimented a lot in the kitchen, but I took it further. Cooking and baking became one of my passions. But I would never want it as a job except as a baker, maybe. It's also like therapy for me. I also love fashion, aesthetics, art, music. I can't live without music. I live and breathe it. Many people describe me as shy and kind, I also get complimented on my smile a lot.

Mercury in Sagittarius

Mouth = lethal. But seriously though, I am quite blunt. I try not to be offensive. But I'm more outspoken and confident than I was in my speech than when I was younger, so beware. I speak with eloquence, truth, and reason. Maybe a few insults here and there, but who gives a fuck? You probably deserved it. I would never insult someone unprovoked. As stated before, I am naturally funny. I love learning about lots of random things. I am also a visual learner. Just show me, I will get it done. It's also in my 8th house. Speaking the truth is in my nature. It has costed me friendships cuz I wouldn't allow bitches to walk all over me and called out their fake attitudes and hypocrisy. But do I care? Fuck no. I do want friendships but I ain't dealing with bs.

Thank you for reading! Part 2 will be posted soon. If you have any of these placements, can you relate to my descriptions?

dividers: @anitalenia

[huevoconfrijoles]

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ Guess *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Summary: he wants to guess the color of my underwear

Authors note: I’m so down bad for Joost it’s crazy.

Today was the day I decided to tidy up my room. The closet door barely even closed with all the clothes sprawled on the floor from times in which I swore to myself I would pick them up once I got home. I groaned, looking at the mess I made myself.

I managed to fix and rearrange most of my closet, but not without distractions. I found a bunch of clothes I stole from Joost including shirts and hoodies that were too big for my own body. The scent of his cologne lingered on my nose.

God, I miss him.

Wait, he hasn’t even texted me.

It was getting late, so I showered and got in bed, putting whatever show I came across first on Netflix for background noise. It was another hour before I received a text from Joost.

we just got done

you up? :p

Of course, I was up and he knew it. I can’t sleep without telling him goodnight. I mean I can, but I don't want to

yes im upp

im sleepy tho

I snapped a quick picture in bed showing off the shirt I had clearly stolen from him. A white t-shirt that read ‘I ❤️ Joost Klein’. That man loved himself maybe a bit more than me. I don’t mind.

what are you wearing? 🤨

a shirt lol

just a shirt then?

ofc not 🙄 im wearing stuff under too

i hope it’s another joost klein shirt with joost klein socks. he’s a cool guy.

yeah he’s the bestt

and unfortunately it’s not another joost klein shirt sorry 😔

i don’t know i might need proof

My cheeks started to burn up. He’s not even here next to me, and he knows how to make me flustered.

Fuck it.

I quickly pull off the sheets and roll my top up a bit just so there’s under boob.

see. just 1 joost klein top here.

id rather there be no top involved.

But let’s not say

My heart jumps at the notification.

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joost klein underwear over here

Like I said, that man loved himself more than me at this point.

I'm going to need some of those underwear

I’m sure the ones you have on right now are wayyy better than some loser named joost klein…

i bite the inside of my cheek at the thought of where this conversation is heading.

wouldn’t you like to know

i would.

what color are they?

He’s such a guy, of course he’d want to know

guess

pink

see through?

no idea (i’m a visual learner btw)

I soon got an incoming FaceTime call from a red-cheeked Joost.

“So was I right? ” His face was illuminated, but I could see the tiredness in his eyes mixed with lust.

“Not even close”, I laughed and sat up a bit.

“You’re lying, let me seppe.”

I gently bite the side of my lip while I fulfilled his wish. I lift the oversize shirt that was covering my lower half painfully slowly. So much that Joost groans out of frustration.

“Such a tease” he muttered.

I finally gave him a peek at my black lacy undergarment. The look on his face was pure desperation. He roughly swallows and ruffles his hair.

“I wish I was there with you” he says.

“I know baby” I said, looking into his blue eyes through the screen.

“ Can you touch yourself for me?” he quietly asks, to which I nod and comply.

My hand travels down from my chest to my thighs, my phone in the other tracking my actions.

I could hear his phone shake a bit. He adjusted the position so that his upper torso and lower half of his body were in the frame.

He palms himself through the tight fabric of his boxers. Soft moans escape his mouth every so often as his eyes follow my every move. His gaze never faltering from the screen.

My hand travels down to push the lace fabric to the side. My fingers work in a fast motion against the slickness, dipping in and out occasionally.

Our moans fill the atmosphere in my room. We both come down from our highs and are a panting mess.

“I love you, but now I have to go clean up the mess you made me do” he says, winking at me through the screen.

[oneforthemunny]

Omggggg the cowboy eddie’s gorl finding the paddle blurb got me goodddd, cannot stop thinking abt him teaching his girl “the ropes” etc + would lay down my life to read that if you ever get an itch to write that miss munnyhunny

definitely the funnest part of the relationship tbh. like there's a lot of fun but that? that's the peak (sexually at least).

mainly bc he is sooooo nervous. like trying to explain- "i want to hit you but not really, like, i would never. but in a sexy way." like you have no idea that this is a pretty fairly common sexual fantasy. you play coy a little just to hear him stutter and watch him blush.

just had the filthy thought that this would morph into you convincing him to watch a porno with you.

"why don't you rent a movie that shows what you like?" you bat your eyes so sweetly he thinks he's going to pass out.

"like-like a porno?"

"yeah, sure." you shrug, trying to fight the tingle of excitement that's rushing through your veins. "just to better understand. i'm more of a visual learner anyways, baby."

ofc he rents one. is all sweaty palms and shaking legs sitting with you on the couch, your head in his lap- innocently, of course, or so he thinks. you can feel every squirm and tensing of his hips as the film goes on and the actress is bent over the desk, spanked with a paddle, her hands tied behind her back as she dances from foot to foot.

at the end, your positively throbbing, rolling over so your head brushes over his erection. "that's what you like?"

eddie can't reply, throat so tight, all he does is give a short nod.

"hmm," you hum, fingertips tracing over the rough material of his jeans, dangerously close to his zipper. "i think that will be alright." your eyes light up, grinning up at him. "let's try it."

"y-yeah?"

you nod, pushing up on the couch so your faces are inches apart. you kiss him softly, nearly teasingly, before twisting your body, sliding over his lap, resting your head on your folded arms. eddie's sure his heart has stopped beating.

"this ok?" you look up at him through batting lashes. "or do you want my hands behind my back?"

"n-no that's- this is fine." eddie nods, trying to reel himself back in, swallow down his nerves and excitement. "you just let me know if you need me to stop, ok? just say the word and i'll stop, baby."

you nod, hips squirming, grinding purposefully over his bulge. "i will." you paused, looking back over at him. "you can start."

this might be another one that has to come to life.

[divine-crows]

🎨✨️Art Magic✨️🎨

Uses, Forms of it, and Why I Think Everyone Should Try it at Least Once.

Foreword

Right before the COVID-19 pandemic hit, I had been trying and failing to rekindle my flame for magic work. No matter what I tried to do I just couldn't get back into my studies and I was reaching a point where I was convinced I lost my spark and was doomed to live an empty life. Then it all changed when a YouTube Channel challenged how I thought about everything: Molly Roberts. That's when I was opened to the possibility of art magic, and I'll now share my love of it with anyone willing to read on.

What Is Art Magic?

A means to utilize art for spellwork, raising magical energy, or for exploring your magical subconscious. It encapsulates multiple different types of art and is generally not confined by conventional expectation (unless that's what you prefer).

You can utilize art magic by. . .

Using traditional art methods

Digital art methods

Collages

Music composition

Jewelry making

Embroidery

And much more!

How do I know if Art Magic is Suitable for Me?

There isn't a specific thing that'll indicate this form of magic is perfect for you, however I have some anecdotes from my personal experience as both a witch, and a regular artist that form a sort of idea on what could denote this being perfect for you!

First off, craving freedom from personal restraints was a big factor that pushed me towards blending my craft with my passion for art. If you want to run from the monotony of life, if you feel trapped by the social construction of boxes, or if you simply want to challenge your own mental restraints... then this idea might resonate with you.

Challenging yourself with a new form of magic, similarly, can also be a good enough reason to try. I'm the type of person who loves to constantly learn new things and I unfortunately get bored really quickly if I can't get new source materials. Using Art Magic has proven a fun challenge for me that allows me to explore a lot more topics you can't just open a book to find.

For those that may not be able to safely perform a lot of traditional style spells, this form of magic provides a discreet way to practice witchcraft. Most people wouldn't really question someone if they picked up the hobby of making art, and even if they did there's plenty of reasonable excuses out there.

How you prefer your spells to manifest themselves can also affect if this journey is a good idea or not. I find that Art Magic is really good when it comes to subtle spellwork that is more longform (though depending on how you construct them you can definitely create a spell that's the opposite).

Catalog aspects of your magical journey. Imagine a grimoire filled with pages of drawings, each one telling a story of something you experienced or learned as a witch. This especially may be more beneficial for visual learners.

You could use it as a means of meditation, sometimes art can be calming and it can open the door to your mind (so-to-speak). Especially if you're like me and struggle with staying completely still while trying to clear your mind, this may be helpful for you.

Trying to better understand archetypes, deities, types of entities, or even your own self can also be a big part of this. I've used art magic as a way to embody the "energy" of something before so I could better understand it. Especially when you're trying to seek knowledge that isn't often written on, it can provide a great way to explore more.

How Can I perform an Art Spell?

I have a step-by-step process that can give you some insight on how you may approach it:

1) Think of the intention you want. I like to close my eyes and meditate on it for about a minute then I write down if my mind wandered to any specific imagery or ideas.

2) Think of visual symbolism and colors that can help you capture the mood you want. Perhaps you need a warm color palette to invoke positive feelings, or maybe there are specific objects or animals you can include on the composition that represent something.

3) If you feel it fits your composition, you can include sigils, symbols of significance, and include shapes that have certain associations. It doesn't even have to be obvious either. You can use a circular composition to convey something endless for example, or a triangular composition to show priority over something.

4) In general follow what your heart tells you. This is a little cliche, but ultimately follow what seems best to you. Art isn't about boxing yourself in and my guidelines are just general ideas for anyone who's lost!

Why do I think that everyone should try it at least once?

From my experiences as a witch, I find that a lot of paths to be followed are quite rigid. By no means am I implying that a rigid structure is bad-- it creates a foundation from which we can work upon. I myself am exploring rigid, 'traditional' (for lack of a better term) ways of working magic. Art magic pushes you out of your comfort zone in a safe way. It makes you consider how you associate things. It makes you create new sigils and makes you research new symbols you previously wouldn't have used.

So next time you're lost on a spell, or you've lost your way in your Craft and you don't know what to do, think about maybe giving Art Magic a try. I hope my guide was a helpful starting point for anyone interested in the topic!

[thejournallo]

Vision Board and Script: The practical way i do it

Since I made my last post explaining how to script, I thought that it was a good idea to actually deep dive and make a script for Supernatural (because I just started seeing it and I'm in love and I want to shift there). So take this as an extension of the tutorial and as an example of what a script could look like.

Let's start with the vision board:

I like to start with the vision board for two reasons specifically:

It makes the images and the scenes in my head take a form so I can then base my script on it.

Doing a vision board helps me connect with my thoughts. As a visual learner, sometimes it really helps me to see the words and the images, and it also makes me feel excited.

As you can see, I usually divide my moodboard and connect it in the center, and I always choose pictures that make me feel good. Depending on the purpose, I divide the vision board into different categories, but three are always there:

Me: Where I put images of myself in that reality. I usually don't put direct images of people, but I put various parts - it could be the eyes or it could be only the body and so on.

First Meeting: Self-explanatory, if I dare to say.

Emotions: Those are pictures that call to me and make the little butterflies in my stomach flutter (not romantically, it really is a distinct sensation).

Now for the script:

First, I like to use the usual template because it allows me to be precise and helps me better understand my thoughts. It also strengthens my connection with my desired reality. While I work on the template, some parts are written more like a story.

BASIC INFORMATION My name: Nyx Morrigan My age: 28 years old My appearance: (she is a descendent of a Nekomata, that is a japanase spirit, yokai, that evolved from a cat.)

her long black hair flowing like a river of shadows down her back. The moonlight caught the bright blue of her feline-shaped eyes as she surveyed her surroundings. Her pale, soft skin seemed almost luminescent in the dim light—a feature she found both beautiful and frustrating, as it marked easily, collecting bruises like memories of past encounters.

Her slim, athletic frame allowed her to navigate the dense undergrowth with effortless grace. Years of training had given her a freedom of movement that few could match, a quiet agility that served her well in both combat and stealth.

Her human form dissolved into a shadowy silhouette, only the outline of her body visible against the night. Her eyes, now blazing with an otherworldly light, were often the first thing people noticed—right before they ran in terror. Pointed cat ears perked atop her head, swiveling to catch the faintest sounds, while a sleek tail swished behind her. Her hands, once delicate, now ended in meticulously filed claws—sharp points that gleamed dangerously as she flexed her fingers, ready to embrace her demon nature once again.

Where I live: She drifts like a shadow across continents, her '67 black Cadillac convertible eating up endless highways as she stays one step ahead of those who hunt her kind. The irony isn't lost on her—a demon fleeing hunters while secretly dispatching other demons who prey on humanity.

When the chase grows too exhausting, she finds refuge in roadside motels with flickering neon signs and questionable bedding. Each town means a new name scrawled on registration cards, a fresh identity crafted from practice. During these brief respites, she seeks honest work—waitressing, mechanic, whatever pays cash—to fund her nomadic existence.

Her beloved Cadillac, scarred from countless escapes, represents the only constancy in her life. Until that fateful day when it erupts in flames outside a forgotten diner in Kansas, courtesy of a hunter's bomb.

My role/occupation: Hunters and whatever the world has to offer for her to survive.

RELATIONSHIPS

Family: Orphaned young, her past was a blank page—no memories of family, no knowledge of her ancestry. Just an endless carousel of foster homes, each promising stability while delivering new disappointments. The Millers were the worst: cruel words behind closed doors, bruises carefully placed where social workers wouldn't look.

One night, when Mr. Miller's belt came down once too often, something ancient awoke inside her. Rage consumed her consciousness as her form shifted, human features dissolving into something primal and shadowed. When awareness returned, her foster parents lay still, their blood stark against the pale carpet.

Neighbors' sirens pierced the night, jolting her into action. She grabbed the keys to Mr. Miller's treasured Cadillac and fled, her few possessions tossed hastily into the backseat. As streetlights blurred past, she clutched the steering wheel with trembling hands, making a vow that echoed in the empty car: she would uncover the truth—about her family, her powers, and the darkness that lived beneath her skin.

The Cadillac became both her escape and her promise, carrying her toward answers on an endless road where monsters weren't always the ones with claws.

Friends: It was late at night when she stumbled along the empty road, bruised, bleeding, and alone. With no car and nowhere else to turn, she spotted a small house in the distance—Bobby's place. Desperate, she knocked on the door. It creaked open to reveal a tall young man with soft, concerned eyes. She tried to speak, but the world tilted, and everything went black.

When she came to, she was lying on a couch, her wounds carefully bandaged. The pain had dulled, replaced by the sound of a quiet voice on the phone and the comforting scent of old books and coffee. That was the night she met Bobby Singer, who would later become one of her greatest friends. It wasn’t until later—by pure coincidence—that she crossed paths again with the stranger with the puppy dog eyes: Sam.

Romantic relationships: (for the moment none i want this to be part of the experience so i won't decide)

DAILY LIFE

My home: At first, my home is my Cadillac. Inside, I keep my PC, a stash of fake identities, some blankets, and snacks—for the nights when I can't find a motel. But when hunters destroy the Cadillac, my home becomes the Impala, shared with Sam and Dean, along with the countless motels we crash in along the way.

My skills/abilities: Thanks to my Nekomata ancestry, I was born with the ability to connect to the spirit world—and to shapeshift, though I rarely make use of it. Another trait passed down through blood is the deep-rooted instinct to protect and avenge. At first, that drive was aimed at humanity as a whole. But everything changed when I met Sam and Dean.

They became my anchors in this world—my protectors, my "owners" in the way old magic understands bonds. And so, I protect them in return, fiercely and without question.

My personality: Very stubborn, charismatic, and thriving in chaos, she’s extremely direct and deeply nostalgic. She carries a lot of unhealed trauma from growing up in foster homes and can sometimes be manipulative. In her demon form, she enjoys singing and playing games with people.

SHIFTING SPECIFICS

Time ratio: CR: 2 hours DR: 1 week

Memory retention: I remember everything I need to remember, and I found photos on Pinterest to help me keep those memories alive.

Safety measures: On my flip phone, I get notifications when something important is happening in my current reality. That way, I can decide whether it’s an emergency that I need to return for, or if it’s something I can handle later and still be okay.

And now, since everything feels clearer, I can finally go and write my full script—though, for now, I don’t think I will. If there are any specific scenes I want to happen, I’ll simply write them out, and they’ll happen when the time is right! I hope this example has been a great help to you because, believe me, I had fun making it. As always, if you have any questions, I’ll be here to answer them!

[maxillness]

🇪🇸 || Day 14: Vaginal Virginity || FA14 x Stroll!Reader

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, age gap, taking of virginity, virgin!reader, yearning, corruption kink , fingering, orgasm denial, talk of overstimulation Wordcount: 1.2k

She was so pretty, but so young

Fernando loved it when Lance's sister came with him to the Grand Prix. She was just so lovely and innocent, but she was way too young for him, besides, he wouldn’t sit right with Lawrence if he found out he was screwing his daughter

He just couldn't keep his eyes off of her. She was so pretty to look at it almost hurt

It also didn't feel right that he knew she was a virgin, but he also kinda loved it, knowing that if he ever did get into her pants that he would have been the only one doing so

I had been a good weekend for them both. They had both finished above p10, both getting points for the team and themselves

The whole team had a little after party for themselves, celebrating their drivers finishes

They were all gathered in a nearby club where there weren't a lot of people so it could be just them

She looked so fucking beautiful. She had put on a new dress that cupped her curves just right, showing her body under her clothes, yet her eyes were incredibly innocent

He just wanted to fuck the innocence out of her. Wanting to hear her scream his name as she comes around him, wanting to she her squirm from overstimulation as he continues to fuck her after she comes

He was pulled out of his thoughts when she sits down beside him in the small booth

"Congratulations. You did good today" She smiled, highlighting the colour of her eyes

"Thank you, couldn't have done it without the pretty girl in the garage" This was normal, their flirting, and neither her dad or Lance minded it, as long as it didn't get to heated

"A pretty girl for a pretty man" She said, chuckling slightly, feeling the alcohol in her body

He blushed slightly at the hidden compliment, as well feeling the alcohol in his blood, it was giving him a confident boost

"You would be even more pretty with my hands on your body, hermosa" He leaned in, lips close to her ear, his words making her whole body freeze, wondering if she misheard him

"Well, as previously stated; I'm a virgin, but I'm also a visual learner" She said, turning her head towards him, lips almost touching as she did so

Her sudden confident startled him slightly, but it made her 10 times more hot in his eyes. His hands were suddenly clammy from sweat, wanting his hands on her body so fast

His hands were roaming her body as she was pressed up against the hotel door, lips against his in a wet and sloppy kiss

His lips trailed down to her neck, hands on her thighs, pushing her dress up above her waist, revealing her panties

"Nando… Please" Her hands were tangled in his hair as her hips bucked, searching for any kind of affection to her core

"Hermosa, are you sure? You can back out if you want" He pulled away from her neck, looking her deeply into her eyes, searching for any kind of regret

"Please, i want this" Instead, he saw the desperation in her eyes as well as her voice

He crashed his lips back into hers, guiding her towards the bed. He pulled her dress over her head, throwing it on the ground before laying her gently down on the bed

She shivered at the feeling of his fingers ghosted her skin as he pulled down her panties, throwing them on the floor as well. She whimpered as he admired her now naked body

"You're so fucking beautiful" He whispered just loud enough for her to hear as his lips attached to her neck again

Her whimpers were like music to his ears. They were so much prettier then he had expected

She arched into his touch as his fingers trailed down her body. His fingers drew between her folds, lapping her wetness unto him, drawing out a moan when he placed his fingers on her clit, applying minimal pressure

"So sensitive" He chuckled, lips going back to hers

She moaned as he started moving his fingers, giving him to opportunity to push his tongue into her mouth, exploring every corner of it

She whined when he pulled away, but it was quickly replaced with a moan as his fingers entered her slowly, stretching her out, getting her adjusted to his fingers

He managed to get a third finger in before he started curling them, hitting just the right spot inside her that made her grip his biceps harshly, closing her eyes, throwing her head back, arch her back, and her whole body shake

She let out high-pitched moans as he kept curling them, feeling the way her hips grinded down on him

"Fuck, just right there- feels so good" He felt her rapidly clench around him. He pulled his finger out of her before she came "N-no, please"

"Shh, it's alright, hermosa. It'll feel better soon" He wiped his fingers on her thigh before discarding of all his clothes, leaving him exposed at he hovered above her

His left arm was placed beside her head, holding his weight as the other placed her leg around his hip, lining himself up with her entrance

"It's gonna sting at first, hurt even, but pleasure will take over, okay?" He kissed her cheek bone as she nodded, understanding his words "You ready?" His voice was soft as he spoke

"Mhm" She whined, arms clung around his back as he ever so slowly pushed into her, stopping now and then, letting her get adjusted to him before continuing to push

"Tell me when you're ready" He said, prepping kisses along her jaw as he had pushed all the way in, waiting for the pleasure in her body to take over the hurting sensation

A few seconds went by before she spoke up "Move, please" She said, arms loosing around him, allowing him to slowly start moving inside her

He pulled away from her neck, looking directly into her blown eyes, making sure she was okay "You're so fucking beautiful" He placed a soft kiss on her lips

She let out a loud moan when he hit the part inside her that made her see stars "Fuck, right there, Nando. Don't stop" He sped up, hutting the spot over and over again

Her nails dug into his skin, her moans filling the whole hotel room, and probably a few other

A low moan escaped his lips as she clenched around him, her orgasm nearing, still sensitive from her previous ruined orgasm

"Fuck- Nanda, please. Feels so good. I'm gonna-" She didn't finish her sentence before his name was rolling off her tongue as she came

She clenched rapidly around him, pulling him over the edge as well, holding his hips still as he came inside her, filling her up

He helped her into the shower, standing behind her, arms around her waist "Lawrence is gonna kill me" He said, kissing the wet skin on her shoulder

"Only if he finds out" She said, earning her a chuckle from the older man

[thekeeperof-thefandoms]

Hazbin Hotel characters react to your stims

(I'm doing my personal favorite characters, so if there are others you wanna see, ask me. They may also be slightly OOC.)

Vox

You can't convince me this man doesn't also have ADHD. He's just spent decades masking it, as well as most of himself, to present a perfect image. Probably heard the term as it got more well known but didn't really connect the dots until meeting you.

He fidgets a lot, tapping his claws, bouncing his legs, can't sit in a fucking chair properly.

Doesn't realize he's overstimulated and burnt out from multi tasking dozens of screens until you point it out.

Once he's aware of it you help him manage his work better so he can be less stimulated and tense. You buy him proper fidget toys to mess with and he makes himself some top of the line bass boosted sound canceling headphones. He gives you a pair, too. When you're both alone, you look up songs with loaded bass in 8d just to watch each other twitch and involuntarily move your head with the sound.

That's about the extent of the conscious level of unmasking he'll do though. He gets self conscious.

But, he adores the fact you're comfortable enough to stim around him. Or in public. He can and will violently end people for even giving you dirty looks for stimming in public.

If you show excitement and joy over being around someone through happy noms he will literally get heart eyes. Just be careful where you bite him because it may lead to something else.

He's happy to let you stim, which means tricking him into doing it more.

He remembers and sub consciously absorbs your echolalias or any word replacements you use. If you do a lot of call and response vocals he learns them. (Call and response is basically when you memorize a sound with two people. One calls the other responds. You can just say both parts yourself ((I do)) but it's more satisfying with someone else).

If you do happy flappies this man will short circuit. (He will laugh if you accidentally smack yourself though).

If you squeal and kick you may give him a heart attack. He thought you were hurt or something. He gets used to it eventually but it still startles him.

Vox is also a chatter box so you two can info dump about special interests to each other for hours. Neither one of you expects the other to remember details, but the fact you don't tell each other to shut up and are content to do your own thing while listening to your partner/friend gush is enough.

He has long since forced himself into strict routines so if you struggle to get tasks started or get distracted in the middle of them he's understanding but stern. Tends to cause more harm than good because he talks down to you unintentionally.

If you're a visual/hands on learner he also gets frustrated with you for wasting hours trying to figure it out yourself and getting yourself upset instead of just letting him do it for you. You get into a lot of fights about it at first. He gets better when he sees it genuinely prevents you from enjoying things or trying new things and that you just kinda default to defeated and helpless. He didn't mean to make you feel dumb, he just doesn't understand why you wouldn't want help. Until the tables turn and as he's getting worked up over something he can't figure out and you just stare at him.

He finally snaps at you what the hell you're doing and you smirk "need help? Why don't I just do it for you and you watch? Come on, you've been struggling for an hour, stop being so stubborn and just let me do it. I'll show you later, it's not hard." You feed his own lines back at him and his stomach drops.

"Oh....that feels...mmmm. Nope! Don't like that. Ok. Won't happen again, doll."

Realistically if you work with him and you make mouth noises a lot (bird whistles, tongue clicks, humming, random shrieks) he will get annoyed. It's distracting him and sometimes you don't realize you're doing it and mess up anything he tries to record. The first few times he snaps at you and it causes problems (hello rejection sensitive dysphoria) but eventually he learns how to better talk to you/communicate without accidentally convincing you he hates you.

Alastor

Probably on the spectrum himself, but it also could just be his anti-social habits. Either way he finds you entertaining and your bouts of sporadic energy and gremlin like behavior don't phase him. He's been dealing with Niffty for years.

If you sing or hum a lot to get work done, or listen to music he's all for it. But if you're the type of ADHD where work fast music=horny and bass he'll insist you wear headphones. If you're content to listen to swing (he'll compromise with electroswing) or jazz, he'll play the radio for you.

He doesn’t even care if you're a good singer or not, he just likes seeing you get into it. Will show off by singing it better than you though.

If you're someone who picks your fingers or skin, he'll slap your hands. You bleeding is making him hungry and distracting him. He'll find you something else to do with your hands. Same with nail biting.

He tends to pull his hair when stressed so if you stim with your hair he gets it and unless it's harmful (eating/pulling) he'll leave it, but if you're like him he's either cutting your hair short or braiding it.

Will die before admitting it but thinks you flapping, hopping, clapping, squealing is the most adorable thing ever. Also, laughs at you if you smack yourself, though.

Doesn't understand your memes so half your echolalia go over his head and he just kinda stares at you.

Scolds you for not sitting in the chair properly.

Smiles, nods, and occasionally says "that's nice dear" when you info dump. It's not that he doesn't care, he just can't listen to something he's not interested in for that long.

Mouth noises make his eye twitch but so long as they don't interrupt him, he won't scold you.

He understands you're not dumb but he also doesn't have the patience to help your or wait for you to get things done so he does them for you and tells you stop pouting when you get upset with him.

He likes you enough to not reject your touch and enjoys being in your space, but please refrain from happy biting the cannibal. He will bite back and it's less cute when he does.

Lucifer

The original AUDHD. You two chatter for hours about special interests.

He makes you stim toys.

You two do the adhd laugh so hard over dumb shit you gotta hold onto and smack each other thing. You both wind up on the floor.

Literally would never talk down to you or trigger your RSD. He's spent centuries feeling like he's constantly annoying, dumb, and struggling to time manage and do tasks.

Is equally fed up with people offering to do things for him because he can do it he just needs help getting started. The more you ask if he wants you to do it or when he's gonna do it the harder it is. So you two just sorta hobble together a system for getting shit done.

It's not perfect but if it gets outta hand he can just snap his fingers and fix it.

He happy flaps with his hands and wings and constantly knocks you or other shit over. It embarrasses him but you're in love. You two sometimes hold hands to do the happy bounce squeal, shaking each other.

He initiates happy bites more than you do. Honestly you both start looking like chew toys.

You two echolali all the time and share new ones you find. If you ever can't find each other, just shout one of your current vocal stims and he'll respond.

Literally, the definition of choas couple.