#꒰ 🔖꒱ ⎯ good reads

[reshiram]

do you want to read gbf msq?

are you new to the series? do you only play gbvs and are completely lost on lore? are you an older player and wanting a recap? do you just perhaps want to catch up on msq but never had the time? there's a lot of reasons you could have for wanting to read gbf's msq, and i'm here to answer your call!

i always was sad that the gbf wiki archived a lot of events (don't get me wrong i'm really grateful for that) but not msq, so i decided to make an archive of gbf's msq on my website.

you never know when gbf could eos, and yeah videos of msq exist (which i'm also grateful for), but having a transcript is really important and i've taken it upon myself to be the one who does it.

right now i have completely archived all of arc 1, and next week i'll be starting on act 2. 👍 it's a slow process and there's only one guy behind it (me) so please be patient! not all links are working and there might be some errors floating around. but anyway...

READ MSQ NOW!

[lockaluu]

wanna start reading the lock&co book series now,,, i have so many books I want to read it’s been so long

[orikiys]

🔖 、 TAKE YOUR HEART FOR A SPIN

╰ 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒, soft and romantic bf things with them.

ᘛ 𓏧     ࣪    𖠵 희승 ☓ fem!reader. ꔪ ﹏ ᘒ fluff established relationship implied flirting warning kissing skinship mentions of food not proofread & 1.8k+ words

౨₊ৎ seungcheol lays his head on your lap

it’s no secret that seungcheol would probably prefer your lap over a pillow. sometimes he doesn’t even realise that ever since he started doing it, it’s become a habit for him to lay his head on your lap while you play with his hair. your hands– they feel warm when you scratch his head. it feels like time is passing by slower and his lips stretch into a lazy smile as he gazes upon you.

in return seungcheol would lace his fingers with yours and press light kisses all over your arms. he finds delight when he sees that familiar pink patches forming on your cheeks and finds solace with just you being around.

౨₊ৎ jeonghan teases you

jeonghan finds heaven in seeing the frustrated, angry look on your face after he teases you. he pretends to be hurt when you ignore him for a while but that fails when he ends up laughing on the spot. there’s not a day that goes by without jeonghan’s teasing. his mocking tone, his mischievous smile and that glint in his eyes– all of it has the underlying messages of love in it.

౨₊ৎ joshua holds your hand while walking

if joshua loves anything, it’s holding hands with you. he would never be the one who would refuse to hold your hand. he finds joy in the little things like when your pinky laces with his, the way your hand is so small that his hand engulfs yours, the warmth of your hand immediately has a smile forming on his face.

joshua loves the way your hand immediately finds his in a crowd. though he doesn’t say it out loud, even a small gesture like just holding your hand means so much to him. there’s a permanent smile on his face for each second that you hold his hand. and you promise to never let go of that hand ever.

౨₊ৎ jun is your personal photographer

the first time jun lied was when he said that he doesn’t know how to take good pictures. the second was when he lied saying his photo album was empty. turns out, it wasn’t. his entire album is filled with silly photos of you. from eating out dates to when you’re cooking for him. jun never misses the opportunity to not take pictures of you. how can he when you look so ethereal by just existing?

ever since you call him your photographer. want a new photo for your social media? worry not, saviour jun is here!

౨₊ৎ hoshi gives you tight hugs

after a tiring day or after any day when he meets you, he throws his arms around you and squishes you in his embrace. he loves the way your body immediately relaxes when you realise it’s him. your arms encircle around his waist and his chin is propped up on your head. hoshi loves hugs like this. hugs that last a bit longer. hugs that are so tight that there’s barely any distance left between your bodies. hugs that make him truly feel at home.

on other days just to annoy you, he would hug you from the side. moving your body along with his and laugh when he sees your little glare at him. no matter how tight his hugs are they never fail to make you feel at peace. you know how they say that ‘laughter is the best medicine?’ for you it’s hoshi and his teddy bear hugs. and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

౨₊ৎ wonwoo argues about paying the bill

being wonwoo’s girlfriend there’s no way in hell that he is going to allow you to pay, at least not in front of his eyes. the moment the waiter walks to your table with a bill, wonwoo is read with his card. but when he sees you grab the bill, his eyebrows raise in disbelief. letting you pay for a bill while he’s right there? never. the two of you would argue for a good 20 seconds, before you give up. you’re always good at convincing wonwoo but in situations like these, he’s a bit too stubborn to let his guard down.

౨₊ৎ woozi can listen to you talking endlessly

this started first when one fine day you came home late, stressed and annoyed. he watched you as you spoke about all the incidents that happened throughout the day and somehow, instead of finding himself commenting in agreement, all he could do was stare at the way your eyes widen when you tell him something. or the way you would make movements with your hands just so he could get your point better. or the way even when you sound annoyed, your voice still manages to sound like a beautiful melody to his ears. one that he never wants to stop hearing.

he loves the way your voice is so expressive, your tone matches with your enthusiasm so often that it makes him grin. it’s hard to not fall in love with your voice, it’s hard to not fall in love with you.

and he would do anything to keep it this way.

౨₊ৎ dokyeom lets you have the last bite of food

it’s an unspoken rule between the two of you. whenever you order food, no matter how unfair the pieces are divided, you get the last bite of it. it’s kind of silly when he first started to do it but now it’s become a habit. you thought that maybe in future he would just forget it when he’s a bit too hungry or when it’s his favourite food, but he didn’t. the habit never died and all it encouraged was his love towards you.

with an adoring look on his face, dokyeom would stare at you as you eat. he doesn’t know how or why, but seeing you eat that last bit makes him feel more fuller too. and if you didn’t eat the last bite on particular days, he would feel as if something’s incomplete.

౨₊ৎ mingyu cooks for you

clearly, mingyu is a great cook. but he tends to become a professional chef when someone (you) asks him to make something. mingyu puts all of his hardwork in making sure that he cooks it perfectly. call it his little love language, but every opportunity he finds he would definitely cook for you. and later on, feed you as well. mingyu adores the smile on your face after you excitedly tell him how delicious the food was. he also adores the way you would feed him the second bite and happily, he would accept and eat it.

sometimes, he would call you while he’s in the kitchen just for you to do a taste test of the food. he would hold a spoonful in front of his mouth and blow it because it was still hot, then he would feed you. his eyes would roam all around your face and the moment he sees that familiar twinkle in your eyes, he would take it as a green light and head to serving the food.

౨₊ৎ minghao buys you matching accessories

hao loves to wear a ton of accessories that match his outfit for the day. he has an entire bundle of it at home. so when one day, he comes up to you with a bracelet in his hand and a sheepish smile on his face, you can’t deny the giddy feeling that you get when he brings his wrist closer to yours. the bracelet is a half heart. it completes with a little ‘clink’ when your wrists are close to each other. it’s the way his smile wouldn’t leave his face throughout the entire day.

shortly after that, the matching accessories keep piling up. from necklaces to rings, to more bracelets, you name it. minghao has brought every single matching accessory that he sees. and you wouldn’t ever be bored of it. it’s cute and romantic. it makes him giggle everytime he glances at the matching pieces. it never fails to remind him that you’re his other half and without you, he would be incomplete.

౨₊ৎ seungkwan compliments you throughout the day

if there’s anything that seungkwan is too good at, it must be complimenting you. while others might think he’s trying to butter you up, you think differently. seungkwan would throw compliments at you no matter what the hour of the day is, no matter where you are at and no matter who you two are with. his compliments start from the beginning of the day; the waking up compliments. he would tell you how beautiful you look because of the sun’s rays shining on you. the next would be while you’re eating, this one always makes you laugh. he would tell you how adorable you are and would insist on feeding you. and when the day transitions into night, he would hold you close and whisper how much he loves you.

౨₊ৎ vernon back hugs you

vernon can recognise you from afar just by the familiar beanie you always wear. his arms would immediately wrap around your waist, easily lifting you up in the air and spinning around in delight. vernon likes hugs that make you laugh out loud. he likes hugs that instantly make you feel a thousand times better.

he back hugs you in the morning when you’re getting dressed in front of the vanity. his chin would be propped up on your shoulder as he stares at you through the mirror. there’s a fond smile plastered on his lips when he stares at you doing your makeup. the way your eyebrows furrow while concentrating and the way you make sure to send him a grin every minute just to make him not feel ignored touches his heart deeply.

౨₊ৎ chan slow dances in the rain with you

rain has always been his favourite time of the year. no matter how depressing it may look to others, chan finds joy in the little pitter-patter of the water droplets. he finds comfort in the grey clouds that are trafficking the sky, he could stare at the rain for hours and never get bored. when the third hour kicks in, it’s hard to stop him from following you when you head out in the rain. your arms are spread out as you twirl. it’s a sight he could never get tired of. that’s when he realised, he loves the rain because you love it too. he loves the rain because you smile the brightest during those hours. he loves the rain because your eyes have that sparkle that makes his heart swell.

joining you in the rain was never a problem for him. he would eagerly run out behind you and catch your wrist. before you two would realise, you would’ve started dancing in this weather. it’s the way chan’s hair sticks to his forehead and the way his arms hold your waist firmly to prevent you from slipping. although he does love doing this, he hates the blocked nose and constant sneezes that follow in the next hour. but he thinks everything’s better when he’s with you.

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[luvyeni]

JAKE DRABBLE !

pairings. bestfriendsbrother!jake x fem!reader

🔖: 18+ , make-outs, marking, unprotected sex (he pulls out) , dirty talk

authors note ! this is for the 6k drabble special , you can read all of them here !

it was your bestfriend birthday , you shouldn't be up here while she was downstairs at her party , you definitely shouldn't be laid underneath her brother , grinding against his clothed cock , while he marked up your neck. "ja-jake no marks -fuck- don't want her to find out."

he wasn't listening though , instead he sat you up , pulling your shirt over your head , marking up your ollarbones , and your chest. "fu-fuck ,princess i don't really care if she finds out , i gotta have a reminder of this." he sounded so hot , his voice airy , soaking your panties.

"jesus princess , you're soaked." he rubbed your clit through your panties. "need me to fuck you that bad?" he smirked , watching how your legs twitched. "pl-please jake , i need you so fucking bad."

he kissed you , climbing off the bed , taking his clothes off , his cock strained against his boxers. "you're drooling princess , but as much i would love to stuff your little mouth with my cock , but we need to hurry before my sister comes looking." he said , spreading your legs , his cock kissing your hole.

he grabbed the base of his cock rubbing it up and down your folds , "jake plea— oh fuck!" he pushed into you. "god damn princess , your pussy is choking my cock." he groaned , slowly starting to move his hips. "so b-big." you gripped his bicep.

"your cunt feels too good -fuck- don't think i can let you go." he grunted , hitting your g-spot over and over. "jake , jake you feel so good!" you screamed , the music hopefully drowing out your noises.

"jake?" shit , it was your friend. "sh-shit , be quiet." he hushed. "what do you want." he yelled. "have you seen y/n , she went missing?" he smirked , looking down at your form struggling to keep quiet. "i don't know." he gave you a deep thrust , that made your eyes widened , pushing at his hips. "have you checked the bathrooms?" he started to move again.

your cunt tighten around him , making him hiss. "fu-fuck , stop tightening around me before i make you scream , i don't fucking care if she's out there." he growled in your ear. "where the fuck did she go?" your friend stood outside.

"i'm kinda fucking busy , go look for her somewhere else." he was losing all self control. "fucking fine , im gonna kill her , whenever your done fucking whoever , please come join my party." he scoffed , not even bothering to wait , speeding his hips up. "we gotta hurry princess."

he rubbed your clit , you were a moaning mess. "fu-fuck jake , im gonna cum!" he grunted , his orgasm approaching also. "fuck!" you screamed , warmness spreading all throughout your body as you came.

"fu-fuck princess , im cumming -ngh- shit." he grunted , he pulled out cumming all over your tummy. "fuck , i came so much , your pussy is magic." you rolled your eyes. "how , romantic jake."

"if you're a good girl for the rest of the night and don't dance with other guys and i'll take you a date tomorrow."

©️LUVYENI

[barbarous]

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[neteyamsoare]

Photogenic.

༉‧₊˚. Featuring. Neteyam Sully x Fem! Na'vi! Omatikaya! Reader.

༉‧₊˚. Anonymous Request. Hi, sia I'm a moot but I'm shy hehe. 15, neteyam, fluff (first time using a camera?! but neteyam is like hah I've seen my dad use one of these before… I've got this hehehe).

༉‧₊˚. Summary. You and Neteyam stumble upon a camera and he puts it to good use.

༉‧₊˚. General Tags. Fluff.

༉‧₊˚. Content Warnings. Aged up! Neteyam.

༉‧₊˚. Word Count. 533.

༉‧₊˚. Index. Skxawng — [moron/idiot], and Sevin — [pretty].

༉‧₊˚. Notes. Hey love, no need to be shy but I get it, I’m shy as well. Thank you so much for participating. You read my mind cause I wanted someone to send this prompt and I was so happy you did. I hope I did it justice and you like it.

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"Humans are so weird," You say as you examine the objects that are on the shelf. You and Neteyam snuck into the lab while Norm and Max were in a meeting with Jake, well more like you snuck in and Neteyam followed you in to try to get you out. You go to touch one of the objects but Neteyam was quick to stop you by slapping your hand away.

“Don’t touch anything, skxawng!” he scolds as you rub the back of your hand glaring at him. “Loosen up, teyam, have some fun,” you send a small smirk his way. When he sees the look, his tail started swishing from side to side as his heartbeats and if you were looking at him, you would have caught him admiring you from head to toe with a big smile on his face.

Before you look over to him, he quickly looks to the side and that's when he sees it, the camera sitting on a desk and he makes his way over to it. You watch his movements and just as he picks it up, you scoff. 

“What happened to not touching anything?” you recalled what he said to you moments before as you place your hands on your hips. “Do you even know what that thing does?” you questioned still in position and he looks up and smile as he turns on the camera. 

“Hah, I’ve seen my dad use one of these before,” he gloats as he brings the camera up to his eye, once he got a good angle, he finally says, “Smile for me.” you were confused but you do as he says and he presses the button to take the picture, the camera makes a small click. He takes a few more as he instructs you to move into different poses. Neteyam was happy that he was the one to see you like this and this time you were able to see his tail wagging in excitement and a blush appears on your face as your tail start moving as well. 

“You’re so photogenic,” he says noticing your tail movement as he sets down the camera back on the desk. “What does that mean?” you walk closer to him as your eyebrow bone raises slightly. “It means that you look amazing in front of the camera, so sevin,” he says as he bruises his fingers against your cheek and you smile as you lean into his touch as the both of you look deeply into each other’s eyes. 

Moving closer and closer to each other, lips almost touching as you bring your hand to his cheek but before they can even touch, the door to the lab opens, separating the both of you as you tried to act normal. “Hey, what are you guys doing here?” Norm says as he looks at the two of you.

“Um… we were looking for Spider but decided to look in here… he’s not here so we’ll be on our way out,” he takes your hand and rushes out of the lab, and soon as you are far away, the two of you burst out laughing as Neteyam holds you close to him.

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[yermes]

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Escapism.

Girl I know you want to be the cute cottage witch but you are forced to live in the modern day. But imma tell you WHAT YOU WOULD STILL HAVE TO DEAL W REALITY AS A MYSTIC IN THE RENAISSANCE AS WELL. It sucks. It sucks going to school, working, being good to yourself AND being a full time mystic. Be kind its okay to make space for magic everywhere

Disclaimer: please take what I say with a grain of salt and not as the gospel. I just want to share some ideas of practicing and giving advice using the medium as often as I can with school, work, and my own personal studies and practice. But I am working on sharing my notes soon so that will be exciting! Liking and sharing does a lot 🥰

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Pile 1

Ring + Dog 🐩 💍 

Your escape is your friends. Your friends whom you love most dearly is your escape from the modern day. The job is what it is but the most important aspect is the money which you can use to do things w friends.

Pile 2

Bear + Letter 💌 🐻 

You are really protective over the small inconvenience in your life. However you were not put on this earth to suffer. Put that strength and will power to use and make a space for yourself.

Pile 3

Coffin + Mountain ⚰️ ⛰️

Oof.your escapism is your sadness and you lack of will to let go and it causes many personal blockages in your life. Put all this energy you dedicate to being sad and put it to a better use.

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Omw to work! And I am almost done w my notes for the book I read and will make a podcast abt all the occult books I read so its accessible to those who want more magic in their lives

[dabiekql]

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[maaarshieee]

₊˚✧꒰"INTO THE SCRIBE'S MIND"꒱₊˚✧

⎯⎯ ୨ Chapter 1: Unspoken Truths ୧ ⎯⎯

ੈ📜˳ Alhaitham x Gn!Reader *ೃ༄

ੈ📜˳ 4.0k words ┊ Fluff *ೃ༄

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I love cherry magic! so much HDJSAD,, it has such a good plot imo,, so why not give the reader who has a hard time reading alhaitham to be able to read minds! the goddess of love saw their intense tension and alhaitham's crush and she decided to give them a push 😭😭 anyways i hope you like this series! i think im very fond of the idea,, have a great day/night!! also i hope you like the reader's personality... ty @baeshijima for the motivation, inspo and alhaitham brainrot.. oh yeah reader rlly hates alhaitham so uh, but dw relationship gets better in the few few chapters,, SORRY IF ITS BAD BUT I PROMISE THE NEXT CHAPTERS ARE BETTER,, I STRUGGLED WITH THE INTRO CHAP SO BAD, CHAP 2-5 HAS BETTER STRUCTURE

Out of all the people, it just had to be you.

You, who was just a mere matra servicing the people of Sumeru, a student who fairly did well in your first year at the Akademiya, only for your grades to plummet and barely, barely, passing enough to graduate, known for your sarcastic personality and your tendency to have abrupt outbursts, caught the attention of the Grand Scribe. Yes, you heard it right. Alhaitham likes you. Loves you.

Pause. How would you know? Let's run it back.

It was just another day doing your job, roaming around Sumeru City and keeping track of shady researchers here and there, then doing the occasional paperwork back at your office. Truthfully, it was boring. But since you graduated on unpleasant terms, with grades holding onto a thin thread, the Matra was the only work you could only apply to. If it wasn't the Matra, then you could've been working as a simple server at a restaurant or something. You've devoted your life to the path of knowledge and research, not ringing up orders in a café.

The sun was setting by the time you reached the House of Daena, the last stop for your daily patrols. There were only a few stragglers left in the spacious library, the lights dim, but bright enough to let people see and read. Only your footsteps can be heard through the massive shelves, doing the library a favor by rearranging the books and returning them to their proper shelves by category. The library has always been one of your favorite places throughout the entirety of Sumeru. It holds ancient information from all across Teyvat, despite books being the least sought resource these days.

But if there was one thing you hate about the House of Daena, it would be a certain someone who frequents the library and spends hours just roaming around, hiding behind shelves and reading in the most secluded spots. He just ruins the beautiful visage of the library with his unwanted presence and infuriating face.

People who know of the Grand Scribe, Alhaitham, would often complain about how he's so hard to find. That they'd have to ask around, only to be hit with dead ends since not a lot of people knew he exists. Well, you think they're just not looking hard enough. You see him everywhere! And you knew how much he disliked being outside and how he favored being inside isolated places, but somehow, you'd spot him here and there wherever you went. From the Grand Bazaar, where he's buying groceries, to Puspa Café, where he's eating lunch with his roommate, Kaveh (who would suspiciously spare you many glances while you take your order)— seriously, it's eerie to see him so much.

Or perhaps your deep hatred for him was so engraved in your brain that it made it easy for you to discern him in the midst of a crowd. But you refuse that fact and chose to believe that it was the gods punishing you for whatever you've done with his mere existence.

Only a select few have heard about him, and they would only give comments about his displeasing bluntness, but then praise him for his academic prowess. And unfortunately, you were one of them, graduating in the same batch as Alhaitham's and sharing most of your classes, though only seeing him briefly since he preferred to 'self-study'. So a lot of students who wanted to squeeze a few words from Alhaitham would come to you, asking for the scribe's location. You would roll your eyes, and shake your head but comply without any complaints, for it is your job to service the citizens of Sumeru, including the growing minds of the Akademiya.

And you absolutely abhor the fact that you'd always be right where he would be at every time of the day, as well as correctly assuming what he'd be doing at that place at that time. Reading, eating, doing paperwork— what the hell were you!? You're not his significant other, how the fuck do you know these things!? It's useful sometimes, yes, there are times when your boss would require your assistance in finding him for whatever he needed with the scribe, or you wanting to avoid him at all costs so you'd keep a mental note to not even step foot near where he'd be located at, you swear you could hear students whispering behind your back about a 'secret relationship' with him.

Absolutely not! Anyone who gets caught by your wrathful watch, spreading baseless rumors would get the scolding of their lives. Unfortunately, you can't arrest people with just rumors. That's just not a big offense.

Oh how much you loathed him, your jaw tensing immediately and your brows furrowed as soon as you saw him, sitting at his usual spot, piles of books on the table. Hearing your slow approach, eyeing the multitude of books on his table, he let you take what you could into your arms and begin your trek on returning them to their respective shelves. It was routine at this point. Alhaitham knew you dislike big piles of messes in places where messes shouldn't exist, and yet here he is, carelessly placing books wherever he could. So he made a habit of separating books he's finished reading, and books he's yet to read, so you could start putting them back right before you've made your way to the House of Daena, the last stop of your patrols.

Not a single word was exchanged between you, only a few glances at one another. At times like these, you wished you knew what was going through his head. Was he making fun of you inside his mind? Thinking of your past failures? Scheming something to simply ruin your day? The possibilities were incredibly endless, and it honestly gets under your skin how he could maintain such a neutral face when he could have the worst possible thoughts ever.

That night, you made an unconscious wish to the stars above; I wish I could read minds. You thought exasperatedly, observing Alhaitham in your peripheral vision, shuddering a little when you spot a small smile on his lips when he glances at you once more. Just so I could know if he's up to no good.

The next day, you awoke with a killer headache. It was so painful that you doubled over and fell off the comfort of your bed, groaning at the aching pains whilst you tried to blink away the sleepiness that clung to your eyes. Pressing on and getting on with your morning routine, putting on your uniform, and walking outside of your house, only to be fully awoken by a myriad of voices suddenly surging into your mind, shrieking and falling to your knees at the intense volumes, catching the attention of the people passing by your home.

Well, it just so happened that you acquired a rather special (not) ability from the gods! The power of telepathy! You'd think that having telepathy can increase your capabilities to be able to arrest more criminals since now you've got the capacity to read minds. While that is true, you've suspiciously become a much better detective for the past few days and it even caught the attention of General Mahatamra, who commended you for your exemplary performance, the cons of having telepathy completely overshadowed the pros. Going outside of your own home gives you endless headaches, hearing so many voices speaking over one another inside your head; louder and louder! It's so damn painful that you just want to squeeze your eyes shut, but you couldn't really do that since being a Matra literally requires you to be alert at all times.

Though the voices were merely hushed whispers of thoughts that were supposed to be unheard by everyone, secrets kept to themselves, whenever your eyes stare into a person's face for even a mere second, you would immediately intrude into one's thoughts and know every single thing they'd think in that moment, as well as past thoughts and memories if ever the person thought about it while you were peeking. So your 'exemplary performance' quickly dropped as the days went by, trying (and failing) to adapt to your newly attained power. It was hard to do your job while hearing so many voices while you did your patrols. You even started bringing a blindfold to help soothe your headache and gain a short moment of silence.

This brings us to your sudden revelations of Alhaitham ever since you've gained telepathy.

Heaving a heavy sigh, you held a stack of books in your arms, struggling a little due to its weight. You were to return the books to the House of Daena, seeing them being left in random places around the Akademiya, and the dates on the return cards were way overdue. Seriously, whoever left these out in the open, without care nor consideration to the library they borrowed them from will never hear the end of you once you get your hands on them. Just because hardback books were now considered not much of use now due to the Akasha System, it's still filled with valuable knowledge and information; a vast sea of resources that can be used for research! Relying on such a convenient device too much would just lose the integrity of pursuing wisdom! Sadly, not a lot share your views, nor even want to respect your opinion, so they would shun you for even mentioning it.

A small groan slipped from your lips as your arms and lower back began to ache, slightly wobbling your way to the House of Daena. The headache that refused to give you any relief never left you, only dissipating for brief moments before returning once you've stepped into an area where there was a person in your sight. Yeah, you were not fond of your telepathy. For some reason, the library was bustling with students tonight, even when the sun was beginning to set. Was it exam week already? Archons, your skull was practically rattling at the hundreds of whispers as you picked up your pace, attempting to avoid the many faces ahead of you. And as if your day couldn't get any worse, you bumped into him.

"You shouldn't be carrying all those by yourself."

As soon as his voice reached your ears, your eye twitched, refusing to even spare him a glimpse, and walked right past him, hoping that he'd just leave you alone for today. Of course, you'd happen to cross paths with the scribe, after all, he spends an awful lot of his time in the library, reading away. Honestly, the most you see of him is during his free time. Is he always that free? How come it seemed like he absolutely does nothing? It just makes your blood boil even further. But you could hear his footsteps trailing behind you, following you on your way to the House of Daena. Irritated, you huffed through your nose. "Leave me alone."

"You look like you could use some help," Alhaitham commented, eyeing the tall stack of thick books in your arms, a slight frown that you didn't notice tugging at his lips. You missed the way he put away the book he was reading back into his belt pouch and instead went closer to you, oblivious to the concern written all over his face. "You look like you're about to topple over."

A scoff was all you could muster as you scowled at his words, stopping in your tracks and turning to shoot him a glare, the grip on the books in your arms tightening so hard that your hands began to tremble, becoming further difficult for you to hold. Him, offering help? As if! If you didn't know better, he must've been thinking of some scheme inside his head, in the guise of trying to simply lend you a hand. You aren't weak. Not at all. Sure, the headache was unbearable, but you aren't completely helpless to it. Without further hesitation, your eyes bore into him, invading his most private thoughts.

"They look awfully tired. More than usual."

That caught you off guard so bad that shock overtook your features, and the anger that was always so prominent on your face vanished so fast that even Alhaitham was startled, only to blink and see your ever-so-furious expression back. Seeing him shake his head, he glanced back at the books, and back to your face, an unreadable look in his eyes. You... expected something else, honestly. The tone of his voice was gentle, laced with... worry? Wait, was that genuine?

"But they still look nice." A pause and you held your breath. "I guess I've grown fond of it ever since those bags under their eyes became more apparent during our days at the Akademiya. It completes their look." Then you noticed it. The subtle shift of his eyes, holding a sense of affection as he stares back at your glare, with hints of slight amusement at your temperament.

You almost dropped the stack of books you held in your arms, but Alhaitham caught them just in time, taking half of the stack with ease. Glancing at you for your reaction, you could tell that he was expecting you to shout at him, for getting mad at pitying you but you stayed quiet, weirdly staring at his face. Deep inside, you indeed did want to scream at him, growing envious at how he was carrying those heavy books like it was nothing, while you struggled to make your way to the House of Daena holding all of them. But you bit back your tongue, only giving him a curt nod of acknowledgement before turning your back on him once again, and rushing to the damn library. You realized he never had bad intentions in the first place, only approaching you due to honest consideration towards you.

Truly, you can't blame him for actually getting worried. You looked absolutely horrible, and your headaches were making it difficult to sleep through the pain. No matter how much pain reliever you take, it doesn't work. Staying at home for long periods of time would probably help, but you were not going to ask your boss for a leave without a proper reason.

Instead of insulting you, just as you suspected, he was complimenting you, reminiscing how you looked when you were both younger. Flashes of images of yourself halfway through your years studying at the Akademiya filled your head when you peered into the deep crevices of his mind, you and your silly student beret, growing bags under your eyes and messy hair.

That image left a bitter taste in your mouth as it has undesirable memories attached to it, though you were more curious as to why Alhaitham could vividly remember how you looked back then. The image even projected you holding a book you usually had with you, a book that you still had on your own shelves of books at your home.

Finally, you've found a better use for your telepathy: Figuring out Alhaitham.

For the next few days, you've been with Alhaitham a lot more than usual. At first, the thought of being with him and conversing with him made you shudder, but you convinced yourself it would be worth it if it meant finding out what really goes through the arrogant scribe's head, and using it against him to get back at him after all those miserable years.

You wore different clothing, and accessories, cut your hair, and many more, and he would notice right away. "It looks nice on them and matches their eyes.", "It fits well with their physique.", "Oh, they look stunning.", "They got their nails painted. It's their favorite color." "That necklace... I think I can buy matching earrings...", or anything along those lines. It was truly startling to hear all of those coming from his mind whilst he had a blank face, but now that you could hear his thoughts, you're suddenly hyperaware of everything he does. From his closeness, the lingering gazes, and the rather fondness of his smile when his lips curve up, watching you scold a student breaking the rules in the middle of your walk towards the House of Daena.

Alhaitham was also very confused at your sudden increase in interactions for the past few days, but he was visibly pleased with it.

His thoughts were nothing but pure. Nothing dirty, nor any stains of malice. It was either him pondering what he'd do after he's finished with his responsibilities as the scribe, admiring you, or nothing at all. He was that simple. His mind was like a minimalistic room, bare and plain, but organized. A total reflection of who Alhaitham really was. Sure, he'd have speculations in his mind here and there, his thoughts churning and ticking like gears that were all connected and functioning flawlessly whenever he's approached with a problem, but everything else was very clean.

In other words; you were completely wrong about him. Whenever he speaks to a person, and would bluntly say something about them, it was just that. The honest truth, his general views, and beliefs. Cutting to the chase because he thinks that adding unnecessary words would hinder true progress, so he speaks his truth, and his truth only.

This completely shattered your view of him. Not once he had thought anything bad about you, just undoubtedly in love with you. Of course, it was such a difficult thing for you to process. You've hated Alhaitham for as long as you could remember, after what happened that day, he was the leading cause of your downfall. Can you really let it slide now you know one of his biggest weaknesses?

Mind in shambles (and still aching with grievous pain), you had to consult with one of your closest friends.

"So, let me summarize. You wished to have the ability to read minds for the sole reason to figure out what's going through Alhaitham's head, only for it to be granted the next day, which is why you look like you haven't slept in centuries. And now you found out that Alhaitham is just some guy who acts mysterious so people would leave him alone and that he's in love with you?"

Taking a sip from your tea, you nodded. "Yup," You saw Tighnari's ears twitch at your nonchalant response, brows furrowing with concern as he leaned towards you from across the table, pressing the back of his ungloved hand on your forehead. "Are you feeling okay? You know, not enough sleep would cause you to hallucinate—" Tighnari says, and you almost choke on your tea as he continues to speak, "Did you eat any suspicious-looking mushrooms on your way here?"

The faint smell of various flora wafted into your nose, your tense shoulders relaxing. It was very comfortable inside Tighnari's office. Homey and littered with organized messes all across the room. A basket filled with flora and mushrooms was on the table, an open book of records where Tighnari was recently writing, only to be left forgotten by your absurd words.

"Tighnari," Your stern tone made the fox pause, his eyes now focused on you as you pinch the bridge of his nose, a sigh leaving your lips. "I'm telling the truth. I can read minds just by looking at people." Tighnari's skepticism was reasonable, it's not every day you hear that one of your friends suddenly gained the ability to read minds due to their deep hatred of someone, so you'll just have to prove it to him. Disregarding the incredulous look on his face, you crossed your arms with a smug smirk on your lips.

A faint ringing noise crosses your mind as you read Tighnari's thoughts. "You were going to ask me to buy you some ingredients because you wanted to cook Cyno's favorite dish for tonight's dinner but you're missing some—"

Tighanri's ears flattened as his face was quick to flush, glaring at you as he swatted at your smug expression, soliciting a chuckle from you. "Okay, okay! You can read minds!" He huffed, shaking his head and hiding his reddening cheeks from you, glancing at the small list he had already pre-written and was about to give to you before you left. "How in Celestia did you manage to get that kind of power?" He frowned, grabbing his cup of tea and taking a long lip with a contemplative look on his face. You merely shrugged your chin on your palm.

"I'm stumped, I've been reading tirelessly about mind reading, even looking into the Akasha System for any clues, but I've got nothing to explain such a bizarre phenomenon." You grunted, obviously displeased at the results of your research, but gladly accepting the cookie Tighnari has offered to you.

"It's not as good as people make it in novels," A groan left you, rubbing your forehead to ease the pain. The tea Tighnari had prepared you helped a little bit, and being in his office, you were experiencing a rare moment of serenity. "At least I know what Alhaitham's thinking now. Makes it easier to get along with him, but doesn't make him less annoying though."

But Tighnari felt that something didn't feel right about you today. There was a mischievous glint in your eyes whenever you were lost in thought, a smirk on your lips that would instantly disappear once you remember you were not alone. Tighnari trusted his instincts and his instincts told him that you were up to no good.

With a soft tone of his voice, he called out your name, snapping you out of your thoughts. "Whatever you're planning, don't try." He warns, putting up a face you're rather familiar with. A face he always has whenever he's about to scold a reckless adventurer who ended up eating a poisonous mushroom in the forest. "You'll just end up hurting yourself even more in the end."

In the depths of your heart, you knew that Tighnari was correct. After all, as one of your friends, he only wants the best for you. And after discovering that Alhaitham wasn't some prick who thrives at other's struggles, it really made you hesitate on what you were planning to do. But at the back of your head, something dark festered throughout your mind, the anger you held slowly engulfing your thoughts completely. Your hatred towards Alhaitham was truly greater than anything you've felt.

Not taking his warning seriously, you rolled your eyes. "To be fair, he ruined my life." You defended yourself, narrowing your eyes at Tighnari, who could only frown at your statement. It was a grudge you could never let go of, a sore spot that you desperately wanted gone by getting back at Alhaitham in any way possible. And now you've been given an opportunity, surely, you'll never let it go, right? "Besides, if I did end up hurting Alhaitham, it wouldn't be that bad. He can find another love after he moved on from me, he's good-looking enough to get anyone he could ever want."

Your plans were simple enough. Play with his feelings, break his heart and finally gain the satisfaction you've been starved of for years. While it was truly malicious, you couldn't care less. You wanted to rid of that stone-cold visage of his and be replaced with something else. Would he even feel heartbroken once you reveal that you truly didn't love him back? Or would he just walk it off? Nevertheless, you just wanted to have a bit of entertainment for a little while. What's the harm in that?

Tighnari, who was very troubled by your decision, couldn't help but feel like something horribly bad was bound to unfold in the near future. He knew he should've tried harder to discourage your intentions towards Alhaitham, but there was no changing your mind at that point.

He just hopes it won't crash and burn in flames.

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[henqtic]

the library . xavier thorpe x reader . wc: 524.

note: this started off as something really small ( like a headcanon ) of xavier being a terrible studier but i just extended it :)

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Xavier Thorpe is a terrible studier.

Intelligent person, yeah, of course. He does pretty well in classes and on tests with just needing to review the material for a good five minutes.

But an overall studier when he really needs it? Terrible.

He gets caught up doodling while reading over a textbook or watching a video lesson. It’s his fault really, keeping a blank piece of paper on his side and all. There’s something about an empty, soulless page, that really itches something in his soul.

It’s the margins first. Just a little something here and there to keep the right side of his brain occupied. He then moves on to in between the lines, just a teeny little ant teetering back to its colony, and then on top of some words he scribbled down at the last minute once class ended.

He couldn’t understand it anyways.

So it wouldn’t really matter if he added a little illustration on top of it. By the end of it all, he's filled up his notes to the point when they're incomprehensible.

Getting recommended a tutor by a teacher who had to witness the spew of drawings on what was supposed to be graded homework was his wake up call.

It wasn’t like he lacked the ability to study— he just needed something, someone, to keep him motivated and on task.

The library was much calmer and a lot easier to stay focused. Barely anyone came by since e-books were less work to annotate and less weight on their backs; it would just be you and him ( for the most part ).

When you told him the idea of mandatory study dates every Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday there— his first emotion was excitement over anything. 

Thinking that the study part would just flake off and the guaranteed dates with his favorite girl three times a week would stay. 

But it doesn’t. It’s the opposite actually. It's non-stop studying and you barely speak to him unless it’s to sneak snacks under the table. After about a week’s worth of study dates, he realizes that it’s not the place that’s the problem — it’s just him.

“Shit,” he mutters under his breath, realizing that he’s zoned out again. 

“Something wrong?”

“Oh no,” he dismisses quickly, kissing your cheek to distract from the crowded paper hidden beneath his sleeve, “I just wanted to see what you’ve been up to. I miss hearing your voice.” 

“Don’t try it, Xavier,” you scoffed jokingly, allowing him into your dump of open books, highlighters, and written notes. 

He scoots his chair to you, reaching his arm over your shoulders and laying his head on your side. You’d gotten so much done and he’d done absolutely nothing so, he attempts to copy some of the material down on some loose leaf paper so that he gets something out of all of it. 

But inevitably, his pencil is back in his hand and scrolling away until it’s filled up, it tip-toes around to your notebook, now, discreetly, like a little kid doing something they knew they were forbidden to do.  

“I think you need a real tutor baby.”

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[rozcdust]

Addicted

Pairing: Ran Haitani x f!reader x Kakucho Hitto

Genre: Crack, SMAU

Word count: 600ish

Warnings: Canon divergent, ooc, profanity, substance abuse, gambling, Inui and the reader are a problem both

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“Um, hi, I have an appointment with y/n?”

The receptionist looked up, smiling at Takemichi, and he can’t help but let a nervous smile crack his face too, his hand already reaching to scratch at an itch at the back of his neck that wasn’t there.

“Of course, your name please?”

“Hanagaki.”

The receptionist, the name tag read ‘Chitose’, picked up the phone, quickly dialling in a number as he tapped his pen on the papers, crossing out Takemichi’s name.

“Hello, miss? Yes, you 4 o’clock is here. Yes, I understand, I will send him in right away.”

Asking him to follow them, the receptionist walked him to the elevator, pressing the button for the top floor before exiting, waving Takemichi goodbye with a warm, pleasant smile.

Takemichi let out a sigh of relief.

He was honestly jealous he never managed to land a position in your company, even if it’s something as small as a janitor, but you turned him down as soon as he asked, stating that you have a strict ‘No employing friends’ policy before slipping him a cheque, winking, stating it’s a gift.

It made him vaguely feel like shit.

He hasn’t seen you in a while, and as the numbers in the elevator rose, he felt his gut twisting.

He hasn’t seen you ever since Naoto and you split, Hina firmly placing your name on their ‘No contact’ list without a sliver of hesitation, and really, Takemichi understood, even if he did miss you a little.

The two of you were friends since way before Naoto, meeting via Draken when Takemichi first joined Toman.

Well, it was less meeting and more casual greetings, since you stuck to Draken’s side like glue, never leaving him alone for more than a few hours at a time, to the point Takemichi thought you lived in the brothel too.

The elevator opened with a ping without Takemichi even noticing, and he was startled as he heard the loud music trashing, your voice calling out for him.

Taking a sharp breath, he stepped in.

Your hand was already reaching for the remote, turning the music down, keen eyes meeting Takemichi’s.

“You needed help with that thing?” Blunt and to the point, you nodded towards the laptop he was gripping.

A flash of confusion passed his face, before he realised why he was here in the first place and he handed you the laptop, almost dropping it.

Ordering him to sit, you opened it quickly, asking him for his password and what was the problem.

Curtly explaining, you nodded, your finger clicking the keypad a couple of times, focused on the task at hand.

“You know, you were such a cute couple.” Takemichi licked his lips, starting his already rehearsed speech.

“Don’t.” Your tone was a warning, but you didn’t bother looking up from the screen, so Takemichi considered that a good sign.

“I mean, you were happy. It could have stayed like that.”

Raising an eyebrow, you look up at Takemichi and his nervous fidgeting.

Wordlessly, you turned the laptop towards him.

“Takemichi, can you read what this says please?” You sounded cheerful, but Takemichi could tell you were pissed.

He gulped.

“Reset?”

“Yes. Something you could have done in a few seconds, on your own. And you wasted my time on Naoto’s laptop, no less.” Slamming it shut, you handed him the laptop, brows furrowed and eyes sharp.

“Listen, you’re the best IT person we know, I just assumed-“

You pointed at the door, no longer looking at him as you grabbed the remote for the radio, turning the music on again.

“Y/n, please, just-“

“Out.”

“Naoto- He-“

“Out before I call security.”

You didn’t even spare him a second glance as he scurried to the elevator with his tail in between his legs.

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[orikiys]

🔖 、 A LETTER TO MY EX

ᘛ 𓏧     ࣪    𖠵 희승 ☓ fem!reader. ꔪ ﹏ ᘒ angst implied exes warning loneliness can’t-move-on-ex not proofread & 798 words

remember the first time when we asked each other our favourite colours? i feel like yours has changed drastically. from blue to orange then back to blue and now? what is your favourite colour now? i forgot i can’t ask you that anymore. i don’t have the authority to ask. who am i to you now? just the past that you’re trying to forget so hard? i remembered another thing, i remembered the way you would convert time differences just so you could remind me to eat on time, to take my multivitamins on time, to give me a good luck message an hour before i left home, just so i didn’t feel alone.

now all i feel is dread. i’m surrounded by it. engulfed within the cores that no matter how hard i try to escape, an image of you never fails to pop up in my head. when i go to work, i see myself glancing at my phone out of habit as i used to when you texted me ‘have a good day!’. i still remember the first time you called me, i even remember the place where i picked up your call. it’s silly, it’s childish even, but i find myself walking down to that place sometimes and wondering what would have happened if i never picked that call? would we still be dating? would we still be in the phase where we asked each other our favourites?

you might not know this, but i added your city to my weather app a month after we broke up. it marked exactly a month since i’ve stopped receiving your phone calls, since i’ve stopped receiving any text messages from you. exactly a month since i’ve stopped knowing you. but i knew that no matter if it's been a month or five months, hating you might be the hardest journey. i still check the temperature of your city every day. but i have to stop myself from reminding you to carry an umbrella with you, because i don’t know where to find you anymore. you’ve gone. you’ve gone somewhere far away that even if i try to trace those steps they’ll just lead me to nowhere.

i still remember when i made snow angels and sent it to you. you called me a real life angel. upto this day, i can still see the shy smile on your when that ‘angel’ converted into a nickname. but now? even hearing that word anywhere makes me go into a deep hypnosis of what it felt like dating you. it felt complicated. each day i felt different emotions. one day i would be re-reading your texts a hundred times till they’re embedded into my brain and on other days i would be cursing you out for reasons i don’t wish to remember.

dating you had that spark in it, until it didn’t. until it just felt like carrying a burden all to myself. it felt suffocating to even open your texts just for me to see a simple ‘ok’ or just for me to see you’ve left me on read, again. just the way you left me all alone by myself. i thought we were special? i thought we were meant to be? but guess it was just me.

i tried to scab the areas you hurt, healed and then hurt again. but how could i scab my heart? it’s too precious. too fragile. but clearly it didn’t even take you a single regret when you broke that heart of mine. you were like the song that was always stuck in my head and like the words i never had a filter on. you just kept flowing all around me, making me lose myself into a tangled mess. i ended up embracing that mess in hopes you would call me your lover again.

i still wonder how it all happened. how the invisible cracks began to spiral the way more quickly until we could no longer bridge with words or actions. we started doing the bare minimum for each other and felt that it was enough. it wasn’t some sort of god’s plan but maybe it was all written in that book of fate because the more i think about it, the more i feel that this breaking apart couldn’t be fixed no matter how much the two sides tried to. except, none of the sides tried. we just stopped caring. there was no realisation until i felt you slip away from my grasp. until i had realised that i’d been wrapping my arms around something that was gone. a sense of nostalgia. perhaps the faded away moments. but i knew that i would answer if you reached out again. no matter the years it took. but i won’t ever forgive you for the way you threw that relationship out your head like an empty piece of cardboard lying at home. i won’t forgive unless i forget.

sincerely,

your angel

[luvyeni]

JEONGIN DRABBLE !

pairings. bestfriend!jeongin x fem!reader

🔖: 18+ , oral (f. recieving) , fingering , squirting, dirty talk

authors note ! authors note ! this is for the 6k drabble special , you can read all of them here !

jeongin was heartbroken , watching you cry over the same guy for the third time , you and your now ex had broken up for the third and hopefully final time if jeongin could do something about it.

"don't date him anymore." he kissed your tear stained faced. "you're so beautiful , you deserve so much better." he kissed down your stomach , undoing your pants , pulling them down. "j-jeongin." you moaned as he kissed the insides of your thighs.

"im tired of seeing you cry , i could treat you so much better than that dickhead could ever." he kissed your clit through your panties. "just give me a chance." he pulled your panties down your legs. "su-such a pretty pussy , i bet you he couldn't even make you cum." he licked your cunt.

"n-no , he didn't." jeongin was pissed off , that guy was such a fucking loser , it was embarrassing. "what a pussy , he missed out on so much , you taste so fucking good." he dove in , eating you up like a starved man. "fu-fuck jeongin , so good." you mewled , grabbing his hair , tugging at it.

he grunted at the slight twinge of pain , not even caring , when your pussy was grinding against his mouth. "fu-fuck princess , your pussy is amazing , i think im addicted." he rubbed your folds , tapping on your clit with his fingers.

"j-jeongin , i need your fingers , please do something." he pushed his fingers inside , his fingers reaching much farther than you could ever. "your cunt is squeezing my fingers , shit it's like he didn't even try." he roughly finger fucked you , hitting your g-spot over and over.

"wa-wait , im gonna cum." your orgasm felt like it was gonna hit you hard. "baby i want you to squirt , i know you can , you just need someone to help you."

you felt your orgasm approaching faster , he rubbed your clit a few times , your juices squirting out , all on his fingers and on the sheets below your ass.

"fuck , made such a mess , all for me right." he kept rubbing at your clit , your body twitched in overstimulation. "fu-fuck yes." he smiled , kissed your lips.

"good , now be a good girl and squirt on my fingers again."

©️LUVYENI

[yinsuniverse]

🍷🎴𝘓𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭

Contains: Long post,Shifting tips, How to manage your reality. Mentions of racism and being a woman. Mentions of being a man. Self harm. Curses

🍷-First we have to state that people won't ever love you reality shifting,Our minds were programmed by the government themselves to only think about the reality in front of us. I never thought that I would need to say this but yes you can shift even though your black.

❗-Peoples minds are so weak that they can't even comprehend the fact that reality shifting is real, Understand that shifting isn't lucid dreaming and never will be. People make death threats in my dm's in my comments and does it look like we should care, We shouldn't because guess what while they are over in this reality suffering to pay their bills get their hair done. We are in another reality living our best lives.

📣- "You can only live once!" Reality shifters are literally like "Nuh uh". Every time you are alone look at your hands, Your face your hair and realize " God damn I'm powerful!." And guess what even people who believe in god are shifters.

🍄- I highly recommend permanently shifting as soon as possible, People shift to escape this reality why have so much fun in your Dr then come back to this bull shit of this reality. Have you ever heard of the Yin and Yang symbol.

🍎- You're a spirit have you ever heard of divine feminism and divine masculinity. It shows how divine you are you should look into it,Also are we not gonna talk about these dumb ass people out here who are like "Gen z really thanks astrology and blah blah blah are gonna help them like that's spiritual." You can read the Bible or not but astrology is mentioned I can send you a screenshot in dms cause I'm not trying to get killed by the government.

🎴- Every time you think about not wanting to shift, I want you to write down your goal. Your thoughts on why you don't want to shift and put it under your pillow. That little effort could go a long way.

💋- You shift every second with the decision you make, Shifting is easy I don't care that you have been trying for 3 years (Edit:Okay that sounds rude I'm sorry pookie I do care) Keep trying until you get what you want. STOP joking about you being ugly it doesn't matter if it's a joke. People can tell you "Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt" That involves spelling that's why it's called spelling because every time you look in the mirror and say "God damn I'm ugly" You just put a spell on yourself to make you ugly.

🏮- Your spirt was here before you, Unless you learn your lesson of this life then you are gonna just keep having more and more lives unless you learn your lesson. I personally think that the lesson of this life was to learn to be free and accept my gender. I grew up with my father constantly putting me down because I was a woman. And to others who are reading this and suffering from the same problems just know this You are a gem, A beautiful creation you are divine and find you another man/Woman/Person/Monster whoever will treat you like that and don't go or settle for any less. This generation calls it "Simping" I call it love.

🔬- I pray to god and I pray to my higher self, You may be like "Oh gosh you are one of them." YES INDEED I AM and you should be too. Your body is a Temple and you should take care of it. Every time you harm yourself or say something bad to yourself imagine the most beautiful divine temple in the world slowly cracking breaking down crumbling with every word every scar. That's how you should treat your body, When you say something good to your self imagine that temple healing or imagine your spirit putting more decorations on the temple fixing it peace by peace. YOU MATTER.

🔖- My father always tells me "This world doesn't give a fuck about you." I know damn well it does, and to the person reading this know this. I care about you. I don't care about how many crimes you committed how bad of a person you think you are. I CARE.

📌- Don't get too deep into it, I thought people were joking when they said that opening your third eye would possibly be the end of you,People reading this shit probably think I'm insane everyone thinks you are when you really see the shit that's going on. You can really see through people I have notes from my notion that I'm gonna import right here.

"Astral project is where you leave your body attached to it with a silver cord, And travel the 4th dimension it's not like a dream at all, and in fact, it's more real than you right now because your pure consciousness you can travel the universe and find the truth of anything and everything. You can go back in time and go places where you can’t even go physically, Some people can hear beyond the human ear and people can read emotions and feelings basically physical powers. Some people can see things beyond the human eye aka being able to see into the 4th dimension.

The 4th dimeson is a realm, there are infinite realms or dimesons. If you get what I'm saying like in stranger things they could hear the person but can not see or touch them. Certain people can not comprehend certain things and that's why they don’t care or dislike that thing because their mind is not strong enough to comprehend the power of such. That's why you can tell someone and show them that shifting is real and they wouldn't believe it because their 3d minds can’t comprehend the 4d. 4th dimensional creatures or beings could steal from your safes for example, Appear in a room that has no entrance take rest into your physical body, or jump into your dreams. You can hear people calling your name or bugs crawling on your skin and not see anyone or anything there. You need to learn how to see with not just your two eyes but also your 3rd.

Opening your 3rd eye isn’t as fun as think, You see beyond normal dimesons see beyond people damn even read people’s minds your world isn't going to ever be the same again because you're going to see the truth of the world and see beyond the physical. You're going to become aware of how dangerous certain foods really are and be more conscious about what you put on and into your body. Certain things that you use can block your pineal gland. The enemy wants that because they don’t want you to know how powerful you truly are. Fluoride is in toothpaste lots of people use toothpaste almost every day and fluoride calcifies the pineal gland. It's in the water the food damn near in the fucking air."

Sun gazing is a great way to decalcify your pineal gland. If you do it wrong it can really damage your eyes, Sun gazing is best when the sun is actually going down or when it is rising, This also comes intercepted with the 3 a.m. theory where it's most powerful i will talk about that later. Drugs like weed and mushrooms literally blow open that pioneer gland and that is why the enemy has made them “illegal substances” but if you do take the drugs fast before that. (People who can do it are the people of the 12 tribes from the Christian belief)

📍- That was my ramble back then, If you wanna really get deep deep into it. Find all the religions and combine them together even.. Yk and what I mean by that is by pieces for my religion I want you to think of a vase, and that it is broken think of the other religions as pieces that will help me build the glass together and no matter the shape it makes me get the glass that I desire. My beliefs will never fit into the ones that will exists in this reality. (Probably makes no sense)

🚩- That's it..I have more I wanna talk about so bad so if you wanna hear it give me a reblog and a like and feel free to to ask me things. My anons are off because if someone has a problem with me shifting I want them to say it to my face cause don't expect me not to get smart back on the internet.

- Yin

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Lullably.

༉‧₊˚. Featuring. Human! Tonowari x Fem! Human! Reader.

༉‧₊˚. Request From [❄️ anon]. Hello 🙂I was wondering if you could write a modern Tonowari x human reader fic? Tonowari reading a comforting bedtime story or singing a lullaby to the reader after she had a rough day at work. Please do not feel obligated to write this. Thank you. 💗

༉‧₊˚. Summary. Tonowari takes care of you after a rough day at work.

༉‧₊˚. General Tags. Modern Au and Fluff.

༉‧₊˚. Content Warnings. A lil suggestive but has no smut.

༉‧₊˚. Word Count. 448.

༉‧₊˚. Notes. ❄️ anon, I really hope I did justice with your request, I hope you like it! I'll be working on your other modern au req for him and hoping to get it out soon! If you have any requests you want to see me do, send them, will always be happy to see you in my inbox.

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8:40 was the time you finally reached home, tiredly kicking off your heels. Your days were becoming very busy by the second especially when you were preparing to drop your album soon, you wanted it to be perfect and while Tonowari reassured you that people would love it, you still had doubts. 

“Hey babe, how was work?” Tonowari walks into the living room, taking notice of the look on your face knowing it was a tough one without you having to say it.

“It was very stressful but nothing I couldn’t deal with. How was your day?” you say as he walks up to you and immediately pulls you into his embrace.

“Did you eat?” he dismisses your question because it didn’t matter what his day entailed as long as you were okay. 

“Yes, I’ma bit tired though,” you softly admit and he pulls away, intertwining your hand in his, “Let’s take care of that but first, I ran you a warm bath for you to relax in,” he says as he starts leading you to the bathroom and you smiled knowing you had the sweetest and loving husband in the world. 

After your bath, you slipped into your most comfy pajamas which were mostly one of his shirts that were a bit big on you but you loved wearing it cause it had his scent which made it easier to fall asleep.

You did your night routine and come out of the bathroom to find him sitting on the bed smiling, you walk over to him and kiss his forehead.

“You know since you took good care of me, maybe I can take care of you,” you say as you start rubbing up and down his arms earning a chuckle to leave his mouth. 

“Baby, not tonight, tonight is all about you and I can tell you’re tired,” You tried to deny but a yawn quickly escapes your mouth before you can stop it and he lets out a soft chuckle. “Come on, let’s get you to sleep.” 

You get in bed and he puts the cover on you with a smile and you smile back. “Wari?” “Hm?” “Can you sing me to sleep?” you say as you rub the back of his palm. “Sure, hon.”

You get comfy in bed as he starts singing a lullaby to you, it wasn’t the lullaby that soothes you to sleep, it was his voice, it was something about it that got you to fall asleep by the time he was finished, something he found adorable because he might not be a good singer but it was nice knowing that his singing was something you always and will forever love.

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