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blackroseguzzi · 1 year

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Woosah Baby

Warren Lipka x Reader

My first evan character fanfic and I wrote it in 45 minutes tonight while watching American Animals (for the 15th time)

Anyone else love when Warren whisper screams “you hit one!?! YOU HIT ONE?”

Enjoy! Let me know if you guys would like a part 2!

You sat inside the waiting room, hands securely in your lap as your right leg jutted up and down off the white tile floor in anticipation.

He was supposed to be here.

Your eyes shifted to the clock on the white wall, the obnoxiously clicking could be heard over the faint Abba music playing in the office all around you. You told him to be here at 12:15 for your 12:30 appointment, and it was 12:31. You placed a sweaty hand in bag and pulled out your cell phone, the screen cracked from last weekends party when you and your friends were smoking on the roof, your phone blasting music until it had slipped out of your pocket 50 feet onto the ground. You were surprised it still was in working condition, but you had to wait until your next paycheck from the supermarket to get a new one. No new messages.

You composed another message to him, this one a bit more angsty than the last.

“What the fuck Warren. You knew how important it was to make it today, and you’re so freaking late!”

“Y/N, Y/L/N,” Your head shot up from your phone at the petite blonde woman holding a clipboard in her hands. She was searching for you in the room, looking between a few established looking women that were also waiting for their appointments.

You let out a shaky breath and stood, shoving your phone back in your bag and placing it on your shoulder you walked over to the blonde nurse. You were so nervous you could feel your palms sweating as you clutched the strap of your bag.

The nurse brought you into a small room, and told you to sit down. She went over a few generic questions and then told you the doctor would be back with the results of your urine test you had already taken as soon as you had checked into your appointment. She quietly slipped out of the room and your heart pounded. You already knew that you needed to face reality, but you also knew you didn’t want to. You had taken a Xanax three weeks ago before a party, you had two beers last week after you bombed one of your liberal arts quizzes, and you had smoked a lot of week in the last two weeks - especially after that fight with Warren when you had found out he spent the $175 dollars you hid in your underwear drawer to buy a keg for a house party… It wasn’t even good beer. Who fucking drinks Milwaukee's Best?

You closed your eyes tight, almost as if you were hoping once they opened you would wake up from this bad dream.

You heard your Text tone go off and you quickly grabbed your phone in your bag. It was Warren, that fucker.

“Alarm didn’t go off…….. I’m parked outside. I’m sooorry!”

You rolled your eyes and decided he could sweat for a bit. He always overslept for everything- including his two morning classes. You knew he was messing up his scholarship. You wish he would try harder, but you knew his passions were not about soccer, or about the regimes of life that college set up for you. He was your first love, your high school sweetheart if you will. He sold you your first big fat blunt your Sophomore year of high school and his greasy curls and sexy dimpled smile called to you. He was your comfort. You struggled with the mundane of everyday life together for over 5 years. You loved watching him play soccer- he was one of the greatest goalkeepers your high school had ever seen. You just knew he felt like a puppet, playing all the right moves for his fathers approval.

Your mind was jolted back to reality when you heard a quick knock at the door, it creaked open and a friendly looking brunette doctor walks over. She was heavy set, with a beautiful set of pearly white teeth she showed off brightly as she smiled and told you her name which you immediately forgot in your panicked state. She was suddenly asking you how you were feeling.

“I’m..I’m fine. Thanks.” You wanted to cut to the chase, no bullshitting.

“Well, what brings you here? Let’s go over everything,” She grasps at her scrub shirt pocket and pulls out a pair of bright purple reading glasses. She snakes them onto her face and looks down at the clipboard the blonde nurse had left on the counter. She sucks in a polite breath and looks at you for answers.

“I took two tests, one was inconclusive and one was positive,” You answered her question quickly and then swallowed the little bit of bile that crept in your throat. God you were so sweaty. You really wished you hadn’t just thrown on the hoodie this morning with nothing underneath but a sports bra.

“Well, It looks like the test today was Positive and your HCG levels at 750. When was your last cycle?” The Brunette Doctor looked you dead in the eye. She was sitting there like she didn’t just twist your whole life upside down. Like her words didn’t just destroy you. You stared at her, unable to speak.

“Y/N?” Her too- chipper voice cut through your haze and you snapped back to reality.

“I think It was October 3rd ish?” Saying out loud made you realize just how long it had been since you were on your period. Fuck. God fucking damnit. You couldn’t even afford a new phone, how the fuck were you and Warren going to support a god damn baby? A living, breathing, food needing tiny codependent baby.

Shit. Balls. Fucking fuck. You were not mature enough for a child.

You really needed a smoke.

You pushed your long hair behind your ear and shook your head at the doctor. “No way I can’t be pregnant, I always use a condom.. I mean.. my boyfriend always uses one. I.. Wow, I’m sorry I’m just in a little bit of shock.” You heard your phone text tone go off again and you ignored it.

“Condoms are not 100% effective,” Doctor know it all responded in a sing song tone. No shit, the box said 97% effective. You just didn’t think you would be the 3% that gets knocked up.

“Well there are options, and we can talk them all over if you’d like once you sit on this information and share this news with your partner. We can go ahead and schedule your first ultrasound at the front desk!” She took off her annoying purple glasses and shoved them back into her breast pocket. Her lips curled into a sympathetic smile and you wanted to shove your thumbs in her eyeballs. Maybe it was the hormones that had made you so angry at her for being the one to break this news to you. You wish this anger was directed towards the person who had gotten you into this mess, but he was too busy sleeping until well after noon, and probably hot boxing in the parking lot.

You smiled politely and got up front your seat, thanking the doctor before she opened the door for you. You moved fast through the hallway. You completely skipped the receptionist desk - you didn’t want to make the appointment for an ultrasound right now, especially when you were on the verge of a mental crisis. You grabbed out your phone to read the text Warren had sent you earlier.

“You’re probably worried over nothing. Woosah baby,” He sent the stupid little emoji that had the sunglasses on.

He was great at calming your nerves most of the time. He loved to live day by day, trying not to worry about putting one foot in front of the other. You spotted his car at the far end of the parking lot. You took in a breath before inhaling largely and holding it in. You didn’t want to cry before you got into the car with him. At least you were glad he was here to pick you up so you didn’t have to scream cry on the bus back to the campus apartments.

Some Drake songs were playing loudly through the speakers when you approached Warren’s beat up Volvo. You grabbed at the door- Locked. You knocked on the glass annoyed that he was so zoned out on his phone to know you were right there, urging him to let you in the car.

He jumped at the sound of your knuckles against glass and as soon as he saw you there he leaned over and unlocked the passenger door, shoving his phone in the cup holder of the vehicle his attention was solely on you. You nearly jumped into the car and let out your breath you realized you were still holding in. You could feel Warren’s stare, waiting for you to talk to him. You didn’t want to look at him, you just leaned forward and shut off the music.

“You know, I really was hoping that you would have at least showed up today. For me.” You spoke softly, as through talking to a child. Maybe you were practicing your patience, or maybe you suddenly realized Warren’s behavior was sometimes pretty damn childish.

“I’m sorry, I am. I think my phone is broken or something the alarm NEVER went off.” Warren talked fast and he really did sound apologetic, but you knew that he was lying. He was notoriously known for snoozing his alarm 40 times before waking up, or worse- not even setting one to begin with.

“Grow up, Warren!” You shouted. Your face turned to his, and tears brimmed your eyes. You were so upset about all the events of today. You were scared over everything else. You had just had your 20th birthday two months ago. You were too young to have a kid. You had plans, so many grand plans for your life and you were worried how this would effect these grand plans. You were planning on graduating with a fine arts degree. You wanted to move to somewhere busy like Boston or LA and take your photography and your art to bigger and better places. Not small town shit like you were in now. You can’t take a baby to photoshoots. You can’t give birth during finals. You can’t have a baby with $74 dollars in your bank account.

“Woah, relax Y/N,” Warren reached over and touched your shoulder and rubbed his thumb gently on your collar bone. He watched as a single tear rolled down your cheek and left a wet drop on your light gray sweatshirt.

“I can’t just relax, I can’t do this alone and I’m scared you won’t grow up and I’ll have to do every hard thing myself just like I did today.” You spat back at him. You knew he was trying to be helpful and by the look of it he was genuinely concerned with your outburst of emotions.

He wasn’t used to this, you were usually so calm and emotionally collected. It’s part of why he loved you so much- you were his compass. Your cute side smile could melt him into a puddle and turn him into your slave. He would do just about anything for that smile.

You understood him and his zest for life. So hee was taken aback when you were suddenly screaming at him in the parking lot of the doctors office. He knew as soon as you had told him you wanted to go to the Doctors to see if you might be pregnant that you more than likely were. He had a gut feeling, and he held in his fear until he knew 1000% even though he was 999% sure he was going to father a child. He should have been there for her today since he knew that the news would break her apart, GOD he knew that. Instead he was a lazy fuck and snoozed the alarm around 13 times before waking up to Y/N’s texts. She was better than him at everything - including being where she needed to be on time.

“You don’t have to do anything alone. I know I’m a fucking idiot, and I’m sorry,” Warren let go of your shoulder and slumped back in his seat, running his hands down his face he signed heavily. “Lay it on me, what did they say?” He stared at clouds in front of him, one of the clouds looked like it was frowning.

“I’m fucking pregnant.” Tears flooded your eyes and you bent over and cradled your head in your lap. Warren bit his lip, almost too hard, as if to feel another kind of pain then the one that was currently brewing in his chest.

After a few minutes of listening to Y/N quietly sob In the seat next to him he spoke softly.

“Everything is going to be okay, I promise.” He didn't know how or what he was going to do to make that promise happen but he would do anything to make sure he didn't break it.

#warren lipka x reader #warren lipka #America animals fan fiction #evan peters x y/n #evan peters fanfic #evan peters x reader #Evan peters #Warren lipka x y/n #evan peters imagine #warren lipka imagine

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starrybluenightz · 1 month

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Nightmare Filled Home

|Chapter one|

There's two worlds.

He knows there is. He's been to both. He's lived in both. He's made friends in both… or at least one friend in one and more in the other.

But, he is also aware one isn't real.. After all, his reality is dark and twisted. He struggled to survive everyday, there's always a horror around the corner, waiting to swallow him whole.. He stuck living his life on repeat in a constant cycle of pain and cruelty..

The fake world? It's full of joy, pure happiness even. It's colorful, cheerful. There's no twisted adults meaning to harm him or others. He's surrounded by unconditional love and care. The days aren't repeating, there's always something new happening. He doesn't have to fight for survival, because there's nothing dangerous in the fake world..

He can only go to the fake world in his dreams. Oh, he's tried so hard to go there when he is awake. But, no matter how much he's tried, he can't..

Those dreams are rare. Most of the time his sleep is filled with terror filled nightmares, them increasing to horror of his life all the time..

He's nicknamed the fake world his 'dream world’, because that's essentially what it was. It was.. Kinda like a safe space for him. He was protected and safe there..

It was always jarring when he woke up from that pleasant world. The contrast between the two was large, colorful safety to dark danger. He was always dazed after waking up because of it.

And when fell asleep only to wake up from his reality, even then he was dazed. He always felt fear beat his heart quickly, but he was slowly soothed by his Home's comfort. Surprisingly, the Home he has grown to know, even with it being alive, has never spooked him. Never once did it make him feel afraid. That he was grateful for..

Speaking of, Home was using some kind of invisible power to gently nudge him to get him up for the day.

He honestly wanted to stay in his bed for longer. It was comfortable, the blankets always soft and warm to the touch. The real world never had warmth, it only being warm when the oven in that hospital was set ablaze. And comfort also wasn't something you could get in the other world either.

They also smelled like apples, which was something he's quickly learned that he loves. He's pretty sure Home specifically makes them smell that way for him. It was honestly quite sweet of the sentient house.

Home continued its gentle prodding, the noises that make up its words cooing him into a more awake state. He responded with grumbles, him nuzzling his pillow and thus hiding his face.

There was a brief shaking of the building that he had by now recognized as Home’s laughter. The sentient building always happened to find the way he acted in the morning amusing, but it was never in a mean way like he had once thought it was.

It took a while, but he was eventually able to tell that his friend and living space was extremely fond of him and never meant him harm. Home always was gentle to Wally, always showing extreme care for and to him that ,before he found this strange dream world, he'd never even thought was possible. It made him feel all warm on the inside, and once he realized that Home wouldn't stop showing him that care and truly meant it he ended up bawling and crying.

He had never cried before in the real world, but this dream world somehow managed to get him to. It was like a weight off his chest, and he actually felt safe in this place.

Eventually Home’s prodding succeeded as the small puppet groaned, him rolling to lay on his back and pushed up his face mask to glare up at the ceiling with a pout. He spoke softly, his voice a sleepy monotone,” Home… do i have to get up…?”

The house responded with a few knocks and creaks, and the blue haired puppet instantly understood that yes, he did have to get up.

Wally normally never talked, especially in the Real world. But, there was no sign language variant in this dream world for four fingers, at least not that he had found anyways. Maybe there was… He'd have to ask Barnaby, his best and dearest friend. Barnaby was always happy to answer his questions, and usually he'd make a joke to get a laugh out of the smaller puppet.

Wally didn't really know how to laugh.. not the way his friends did. It wasn't something that came to him easily… a lot of things weren't to be honest. He personally thinks it's because of the real world.

The only laughter there was from cruel adults.. He shivered at the memory of his reality, him quickly pushing his memories of the other world away. He wasn't there right now. He was at Home. The small neighborhood that has shown him nothing but kindness since he first woke up in it.

He breathes in deeply, and the smell of apples brought him back to where he was as well as calming him. After a moment, he sat up. The long messy curls of sapphire that makes up his hair fell into his face and briefly blinded him. He let out a hum, him quickly moving his hair out of his face as a small yawn left him.

He rubs the sleep out of his eyes as he did, and he could hear things being moved around. When Home first did that, Wally had panicked and had been on edge, afraid that something will jump out of the shadows and attack him. But, this world never had shadows except at night, and he slowly stopped reacting badly to the stuff being moved around when he had his guard down.

He lowered his hands, his eyes immediately finding out what Home had moved. A small smile formed on his face once he spotted the items that were usually used in his morning routine in this dream world.

Home always did his hair. He personally had no idea how to, so it was always nice to have help from his friend.

The small puppet swung his legs over the side of the bed, him taking off the facemask fully and hanging it on the bedpost. He then stretched, a satisfied hum leaving him at the pops that sounded out from it.

He soon dropped his hands to where they rested at his sides, him hopping off the big bed and onto the floor. He slipped his feet into his slippers, and headed over to his mirror to begin his morning routine.

After he had swapped his PJs for his usual colorful attire and his hair was done up into its pompadour, him looking in the mirror to check his appearance.

Before this dream world, he never really focused on it. After all he didn't have a reason to if he could die at any point. But now… now he prided himself in it. It was nice. He was never covered in grime, or dirt, or ash here.

He readjusted his ascot, him contemplating if he should tie it in a bow or leave it tied the way it was. In the end he decided to leave it. He can tie it like a bow next time.

He smiled, making sure his smile was the same cat-like soft one it should be. It was by pure luck he was able to smile at all. It was one of the first things he learned how to do in this world.

Once he was sure it was perfect, it has to be perfect, him gave himself a nod and looked up at the ceiling,” Thank you very much for your help this morning, Home..”

He felt something pat his head, but he couldn't see it. Even then though, he absolutely knew it was his friend that cared for him so much. He closed his eyes happily,” You're just the most, friend..”

The sentient building responded in kind, and Wally knew the other was just as happy as he was.

After that he headed downstairs, eager to see what today brings. Will Julie have a new game to play? Will Barnaby bring Wally along and the two can visit Howdy? Will Eddie give him another letter? Will Frank take him bug hunting? Will Sally host a new play? Will he help Poppy with knitting or baking? Or will today be a ‘stay inside with Home and paint’ day?

He had no idea, but that's what the most exciting to find out…

([ AO3 link now added ])

#nightmare-filled home au #welcome home #welcome home au #welcome home wally

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gamerkitten · 6 months

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Durgetash Timeline Ramble

Note: My order of events may be off since I haven't played the game yet, but this is basically how I imagine things going.

When Enver first met Lorelai, wearing the earrings he had gifted a now deceased dowager whose favour (money)he had been courting, and laughing in his face when he confronts her about it,he was struck with the immediate desire to dominate her.

He becomes a bit obsessed after that and, after a few back and forths in which his messengers would turn up murdered in new and inventive ways, he finally reels her in with the heist to retrieve the torture racks and, boy, is it the beginning of the end.

They spend a week planning; and in that time he finds that she's smart, as smart as him in fact, and that he actually enjoys her company. Not to mention the way she flirts shamelessly but never allows him to guide her into his bed, which both infuriates him and fuels the fire of his obsession.

The heist goes off without a hitch; between the pair of them the guards don't stand a chance. She kills beautifully, with blade and flame and anyone who might think to attack from her blind spot is met with a crossbow bolt to their vitals.

It is then, with her covered in blood and smelling of smoke, that he makes the decision to kiss her; which she allows, even if she does sink her teeth into his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood (not that he'd complain).

From then on, they start spending more time together.

He shows her his designs for the Steel Watch and she is not only impressed, which strokes his ego, but she gives him notes on what he might improve. She challenges him and it is intoxicating, almost as intoxicating as the way she bends to his desire in bed. Almost.

As time goes on, about two years into this semi-partnership, he knows he loves her. He wants her by his side, always. The only problem is Bhaal, who doesn't like to share his toys. Knowing it's only a matter of time before Bhaal tries to force her to kill him, he starts to look for a solution.

To his delight, both their masters grant them permission to forge a legitimate alliance, though they are also told to add Ketheric to the mix; something he can either take or leave, as he plans to get rid of him at the soonest convenience.

When he brings up the Crown of Karsus she, clever thing that she is, picks up what he's putting down almost immediately; and so they come up with a plan, one that should please both their respective masters and keep them off their backs: They will rule from the shadows, together, using the Crown of Karsus to puppeteer the right person for their own ends.

After months of careful planning they raid the hells, she's never looked more beautiful than she does drenched in the blood of devils, and retrieve the crown; along with the plans for the accelerated Grand Design.

And so the Absolute Plot is born.

The following year is spent sending their underlings to their respective duties, namely killing and recruiting.

As Bhaal's chosen, she sets his followers loose on the streets of Baldur's Gate to stoke fear amongst the unwashed masses while saving her own knives for those who might stand in Enver's way as he consolidates power, as well as keeping up with her own sacrifices to Bhaal.

Most nights are spent in his quarters, and he thinks he couldn't be happier. Except for one small problem.

Orin.

She's unstable, to say the least and is barely kept in check by her sister, who she seems to challenge and question more everyday. He voices his concerns to Lorelai but she waves him off, stating that Orin is no threat to her.

Then, finally, they crown the netherbrain and it may be one of the best moments of his life. He has Lorelai at his side and their rule is set to begin; but the way Orin glares at her from amongst the Bhaalists in attendance makes him uneasy.

He brings it up again, when they are alone and she snaps at him to leave it. He doesn't and they argue, ending with her storming off to her own quarters.

He considers following after her, but thinks better of it and decides to let her calm down. He'll make it up to her tomorrow.

Except tomorrow she can't be found, and it's Orin who comes swaggering into the war room looking like the cat that got the cream and waving around Lorelai's dagger. The one they recovered during their first heist, all that time ago.

Giggling about how she'd gotten rid of her sister, Orin proclaims herself Bhaal's new chosen and it takes every ounce of control not to wrap his hands around her neck and wring the life from her.

He cannot abandon the plan, so he makes her swear a series of oathes not to harm him or Ketheric before they accept her, the whole time the wheels in his head are turning frantically.

He tries to find her, tries and tries but comes up with nothing. And so he mourns and pushes forward, swearing to avenge her and resigned to rule alone.

That is, until months later, a dead girl comes strolling back into his life.

#Durgetash #enver gortash #Dark Urge #BG3

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sunwarmed-ash · 8 months

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(So this is a twofer)

Lamb Chop puppet is the stuffed toy that's been in my life the longest- I have baby photos with this thing though I'll be damned if I know where any are.

But while finding Lamb Chop I discovered that I HAVE A PUPPY SUMO lakffhfhdjsk

I LOVE THIS!!!;!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Okay so I followed your trend

These are the two that ive had both the longest and hold the most significant meaning 😍 (don't tell the others they will get jealous)

Narco is the black bear. I got him from my current partner 15 years ago and he is our son 🤩

Monkey is a puppet that both me and my best friend of 20+ years have. She doesn't live in the same state as me any more but both of us having a monkey is kinda like a part of us is in each person life everyday!

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y0urlittl3ang3l · 1 year

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MY AU Garmadon Headcanons

As stated in my previous headcanon he and Wu are actually much younger looking than they are in the show, Garmadon doesn’t care for what others think him and doesn’t bother changing his appearance except for maybe making his tail and horns go away but other than that he doesn’t change anything

In my mind I like to think that Misako had gone after Garmadon after Wu introduced them to each other, and they got happily married, had children together and were happy. But after having Lloyd, Misako decided that she should cheat like the bitch that she is and then write about it for ‘history’ then the whole ‘burn/first burn’ thing happens and Garmadon gives her a huge rant before telling her to leave, then he got banished to the underworld(let’s save more of this for another post lmao)

His first name is actually Yakushi(I looked it up I actually named him by a last name lmao) and it means: 薬 meaning medicine, chemical, enamel, gunpowder, benefit./ 師 meaning expert, teacher, master, model, exemplar, army (incl. counter), war. In reality I just put Yaku and Shi together lol because well Yaku was the accumulated bad luck from everyday life and Shi was death so I was like ‘oH uNfOrTuNaTe dEaTh’

He is a very tall man at 6’6(213 cm)

When the other ninja tell him about Harumi, he’s torn between wanting to knock some sense into her or thanking her for bringing him back to his son after all this time

Garmadon takes Lloyd out on Father son bonding days, sometimes he takes the other ninja too

He’s actually Nya and Kai’s godfather, as decided by both Ray and Maya

Garmadon always tells Lloyd and the other ninja he loves them at least once a day to show them he cares 🫶

When the other elemental masters saw him during the tournament of elements they were surprised at how young he looked compared to Clouse and Chen though they were alive at the same time, then Garmadon had to explain his dna and how it worked and worked in jabs at Clouse and Chen

He didn’t steal no letter, Misako wrote letters to him and Wu

Garmadon has been singing lullabies to Lloyd for Lloyd’s whole life like when Lloyd was a baby, when Lloyd was a child at Darkley’s(showed up as a shadow and sang to him like that), when Lloyd was a teen, and even as basically an adult. He will never stop because he likes to sing to his son

He has a few scars on his body like the bite from the great devourer, when he got possessed by the overlord, has a scar on his side from fighting his brother with the golden weapons, has a scar across his chest from when he got into a with someone bullying Wu, has a large burn scar on his back that covers the majority of his upper back, and he also has random scars on his legs from when he was a child

He loves cuddling and will cuddle Lloyd, Wu and sometimes the other ninja(if they want to)

He likes to draw and has taken to drawing Lloyd, the other ninja, Wu, plants and animals in his free time

He hates puppets and he hates snakes even more

He’s an amazing cook and an even better baker, and he always drags the ninja into it along with Lloyd, lots of good memories for the Lloyd, ninja and him

A stress baker

His eyes glow purple when he angry

He’s Bisexual(spoiler for Lloyd’s hcs, Lloyd is bisexual as well)

He can speak almost all the languages of the world but his best languages are English, French, Japanese, Chinese, and Sign language.

Children love him, and they like to play on his tail and horns like a jungle gym

Because of his oni instincts he wrestles Lloyd all the time because well..it’s the fight that fuels them

He has piercings on his ears, his nose, tongue, eyebrow and snakebites because I said so

He has lots of tattoos

He likes to use his shapeshifting to transform into popular myths like Bigfoot just because of the reaction he gets is too priceless to not do it

He has Lloyd’s birthday tattooed onto his wrist, and he has his other children’s along his spine next to their initials

He’s so fucking smart, yet so fucking dumb like he’s a genius but also a Himbo

He drags Lloyd and the other Ninjago with him to go get boba tea, because he really enjoys it

He builds pillow forts with Lloyd

When the ninja found out his first name they started calling him nicknames that only derived from that name, so he in return came up with a bunch of nicknames for them too

For Kai it’s Firecracker, Hot head, Muffin(to tease him), Little Lion, Champ, Hotshot, Firefly and hedgehog

For Cole it’s buddy, Rock star, Beefcake(teasingly), Tiger, Hercules, and Tarzan(when Cole was up in the trees and shit)

For Jay it’s Blue Jay, Chatterbox, Sparky, Giggles, Pipsqueak, Small fry, Freckles, Energizer, Peanut, Turbo, Blueberry,

For Nya it’s Sweetheart, Nya dear, Queenie, little warrior, Shortcake(she hates it), Princess, Dove, Duckling, Rosebud, Pumpkin, Dot(shortened for mom of daughter), and Lotus

For Zane it’s Titan, Dear/Dearie, Sweets, Snowflake, Pinkie pie(he teases him with this a lot as he has heard endless chatter from Lloyd about it), Chef, Love bug and Zay

For Lloyd, oh he calls him a plethora of nicknames. Them being Son(original ik), Blossom, Angel, Teddy bear(in French sometimes as well), Kiddo, My light, Sweet boy, Bubs, Cuddlebug, Bright eyes, Sunshine, Bambi(his mother is dead to him), Dumpling, Stardust, Peaches, Munchkin, and my world(as he did say that Lloyd was the world of his image before getting banished lmao)

He loves the ninja a lot, and he always does his best to take care of them and spend time with them

Also more on Harumi for a second, he almost killed her, like it was on sight for him. And he was all like “Don’t ever come near my son ever. Again.” And then Lloyd stopped Garmadad from killing her because ✨second chances✨

He might’ve taken an oath of no violence, but he will break it if his son for the other ninja are threatened

He’s taken the MBTI test thing 5 times he got both ESFJ AND INTJ. Though he got ESFJ more than INTJ( he just wanted to be sure he knew what his was)

#ninjago garmadon #garmadon headcanons #lloyd garmadon #kai smith #jay walker #cole brookstone #zane julien #wu ninjago #nya smith #harumi #down with harumi #I love Garmadon and his son

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jewlwpet · 3 months

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Found an English-language documentary on the 1978 Amsterdam and London performances of Directions to Servants, including some snippets of music (J. A. Seazer was in Tenjo Sajiki at the time). CW: nudity, depiction of (staged) torture.

Note: I wouldn't trust the things Terayama says about his childhood. I remember his biographers saying that he liked to lie about it.

I'm including some quotes below that I'd like to be able to reference later.

In Amsterdam, Terayama's production was a multimedia event, in which the audience was exposed to a mixture of sounds, half-glimpsed events, and impressions. Whilst half the audience was whisked around the theater in darkened boxes, mounted on holographs, others faced a battery of TV screens in a different part of the theater. No two people experienced the same show.

Think how strange conventional theater is: It presents a complete view of the action, whereas in real life, we only ever see a part of it. My theater is more like life: We imagine the whole thing from the part we see.

The exercises make the actor's mind blank, so that he can rediscover himself. He abandons the everyday life, the world of realism, in order to express a theatrical experience. This allows him to create from his own imagination, instead of speaking somebody else's lines like a puppet.

Every day before the play begins, Terayama writes a new poem on the wall. "The idea that this world is filled with an absent master is balanced by that of the world filled with an absent servant. When the balance is equal, then this balance becomes my soul, and I am free."

What I hope to describe in the play is the current state of the world: a society without strong leaders or politicians. But the problem is not the absence of leaders or masters but the fact that society needs masters in the first place.

#shuji terayama #directions to servants #jonathan swift #j. a. seazer #tenjo sajiki #Youtube

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On Friday, June 24th, Justice Clarence Thomas got something he’s sought his entire adult life: recognition. Writing in support of the Supreme Court’s decision to overturn Roe v. Wade, Thomas recommended that the Court, as a next move, strike down a half century’s worth of “demonstrably erroneous” precedents establishing the right to contraception, the right to same-sex sexual conduct, and the right to same-sex marriage. On television and across the Internet, commentators took notice.

Insiders have long known that Thomas is the right’s pacesetter on the Court, laying out positions that initially seem extreme yet eventually get adopted. For years, Thomas pulled Justice Antonin Scalia—even, on occasion, Justice Anthony Kennedy and Chief Justice William Rehnquist—to the right on issues of crime and punishment. His opinions on campaign finance, once seen as recklessly deregulatory, now command a majority. In 1997, Thomas signalled his belief that the Second Amendment protects an individual’s right to bear arms, a fringe position that the Court would come to accept, eleven years later, in District of Columbia v. Heller. Even Thomas’s extraordinary claims, in a concurring opinion three years ago, about the racist foundations of abortion and birth control, found their way into a footnote in the Court’s recent abortion decision.

Despite this track record of stealth and success, liberals have often dismissed Thomas as stupid or a sellout, a patsy and a puppet, the Justice who cannot speak. That era is over. Yet Thomas’s significance far outstrips his captaincy of the Court’s war on liberalism. The most powerful Black man in America, Thomas is also our most symptomatic public intellectual, setting out a terrifying vision of race, rights, and violence that’s fast becoming a description of everyday life. It’s no longer a matter of Clarence Thomas’s Court. Increasingly, it’s Clarence Thomas’s America.

Like so much else in this country, the largeness of Thomas’s vision hinges on the smallest of claims: two clauses, all of thirty-eight words, in the second sentence of the Fourteenth Amendment. One is the due-process clause, which Thomas believes has been misread. In Thomas’s view, that misreading is a stain on the nation—and the reason for its fall.

The due-process clause, which prohibits the state from depriving anyone of “life, liberty, or property, without the due process of the law,” is the basis for the constitutional right to contraception, same-sex sexual conduct, same-sex marriage, and, until a few weeks ago, abortion. To some, it might seem strange that the clause contains an affirmative right to anything. Doesn’t it simply require that the state declare the law, set out a punishment for violating the law, charge a suspect for its violation, try him in court, and so on? That, as it happens, is Thomas’s view.

But there’s a second, more expansive, interpretation of the clause, which holds that certain rights are so intrinsic to “liberty,” so fundamental to what it means to be free, that they may never be abridged without a vital reason. It’s not enough for the state to dot its “i”s and cross its “t”s before it takes those rights away. The state should not take them away at all—unless it must. Among those rights is privacy, from which derive the rights to contraception and so on.

Most liberals and conservatives accept some version of this second interpretation—which is called “substantive due process”—but argue over which rights it protects. Liberals say abortion; conservatives say guns. Thomas rejects the entire idea of substantive due process. In his concurrence in Dobbs v. Jackson Women’s Health Organization, which overturned Roe v. Wade, Thomas calls substantive due process an “oxymoron” and a “legal fiction.” The due-process clause “guarantees process” only. Because it “does not secure any substantive rights,” he writes, “it does not secure a right to abortion.” The same goes for birth control, same-sex sexual conduct, and gay marriage.

Thomas’s argument against substantive due process is more than doctrinal. It’s political. In a speech before the Federalist Society and the Manhattan Institute which he gave in his second year on the Court, Thomas linked a broad reading of the due-process clause, with its ever-expanding list of “unenumerated” rights, to a liberal “rights revolution” that has undermined traditional authority and generated a culture of permissiveness and passivity. That revolution, which began with the New Deal and peaked in the nineteen-sixties, established the welfare state, weakened criminal law, and promulgated sexual freedom. The result has been personal dissipation and widespread disorder. Workers lose their incentive to labor. Men abandon wives and children. Criminals roam and rule the streets.

Today, the left ties itself into knots over whether it should defend sexual minorities, dismantle the carceral state, or fight for social democracy. For Thomas, these are three fronts of the same war. To reverse the downward spiral of social decadence and patriarchal decay, conservatives must undo the liberal culture of rights, starting with the unenumerated rights of substantive due process.

Thomas has never made a secret of his belief that the rights revolution hit Black people especially hard, destroying the Black patriarch whom Black women, children, and communities need for protection and instruction. “The salvation of our race,” he declared in 1985, depends upon “the strength and the will of black men.” But welfare “takes your manhood away,” as his grandfather told him. Sexual freedom takes husbands and fathers away, he told the students at a Black college in Savannah. Liberal criminal-justice policies take sons and brothers away: “The people who will suffer from our lofty pronouncements,” he writes in a dissent from a liberal Court opinion defending the rights of gang members, are those who live in Black neighborhoods. Because of their vulnerable position in American society, Black people have the greatest need of the stern patriarchal authority from which self-discipline and communal strength derive. Black fathers must become “the lion of children’s safety” and “the sheep of their peace.”

If misreading the due-process clause has caused the dissolution of Black men, another part of the Fourteenth Amendment offers their rehabilitation. For Thomas, the privileges-or-immunities clause, an obscure and mostly discarded provision that he has sought to resurrect for decades, promises the restoration of both his community and the country.

The privileges-or-immunities clause has its roots in the battle over slavery and emancipation. Before the Civil War, many Americans, particularly Southern slaveholders, argued that the Bill of Rights applied only to the federal government, leaving the states free to deny basic rights like the freedom of speech. With the privileges-or-immunities clause, which declares that “no State shall make or enforce any law which shall abridge the privileges or immunities of the United States,” the authors of the Fourteenth Amendment hoped to abolish the distinction between the rights of national and state citizenship. From now on, all Americans, especially Black Americans, would enjoy fundamental rights and freedoms—“privileges or immunities”—which would be secured by the federal government. “No general assertion of human rights can be of any practical value,” Frederick Douglass declared, while “there remains such an idea as the right of each State to control its own local affairs.”

A persuasive argument, but it was never accepted. In a series of cases during Reconstruction and its aftermath, the Court gutted the meaning of the privileges-or-immunities clause, forcing later activists and lawyers to rely upon the equal-protection clause and the due-process clause to advance the claims of Black people, women, and queer people. Thomas believes that this was a crucial mistake, and that the Court’s precedents on the privileges-or-immunities clause should be revisited. The clause “gives us a foundation for interpreting not only cases involving race,” he writes, “but the entire Constitution and its scheme of protecting rights.”

Lest we think that Thomas imagines anything like the rights that contemporary liberals defend, he made clear, in Saenz v. Roe (1999), that his interpretation of the privileges-or-immunities clause would protect only a narrow range of rights. Abortion is not one of them; neither is same-sex marriage. But he does include the right to bear arms, which he views as the right that precedes all others. Citing Justice Joseph Story, Thomas calls the right to bear arms “the palladium of the liberties of a republic.”

Liberals often claim that there is something hypocritical, if not perverse, about conservatives enshrining the right to bear arms without enshrining the right to abortion. Conservatives have an easy response: one right is found in the Constitution, both as tradition and text; the other is not. That’s what Justice Samuel Alito argues in Dobbs and in his concurrence, the day before, in New York State Rifle & Pistol Association, Inc., et al. v. Bruen, which struck down part of New York’s concealed-carry law.

Bodily autonomy is so foundational to contemporary understandings of freedom, however, that it’s hard to imagine a reason for denying it to women other than the fact that they are women. The fetish for guns, meanwhile, can seem like little more than a transposition of America’s white settler past onto its white suburban present, a reading Alito suggests at the end of his concurrence in Bruen:

In 1791, when the Second Amendment was adopted, there were no police departments, and many families lived alone on isolated farms or on the frontiers. If these people were attacked, they were on their own. . . . Today, unfortunately, many Americans have good reason to fear that they will be victimized if they are unable to protect themselves. And today, no less than in 1791, the Second Amendment guarantees their right to do so.

It’s worth comparing this passage with Thomas’s reading of the right to bear arms. Alito argues that the Second Amendment can be enforced, over and above state law, because of the due-process clause. Thomas roots his justification in the privileges-or-immunities clause, and in its backstory of slavery and abolition. Not only does that free Thomas from Alito’s white frontiersmen of yore but it also allows him to conjure the history of Black slaves arming themselves against their masters, and of Black freedmen protecting their families during Jim Crow. In his concurring opinion in McDonald v. Chicago (2010), a landmark guns case, he concludes with this resonant image:

One man [in 1919] recalled the night during his childhood when his father stood armed at a jail until morning to ward off lynchers. . . . The experience left him with a sense, “not ‘of powerlessness, but of the “possibilities of salvation” ’ ” that came from standing up to intimidation.

Thomas tells some of this history in Bruen. He dedicates a paragraph to the horror Chief Justice Roger Taney expressed—in the infamous Dred Scott decision declaring that Black people, enslaved or free, were not citizens of the United States—at the prospect of Black citizens having the right “to keep and carry arms wherever they went.” Mocked and misunderstood on Twitter, the paragraph reprises a longer story, which Thomas narrates in McDonald, of how terrified whites were of Black slave revolts in antebellum America. Citing the work of Herbert Aptheker, the Communist author of a pioneering history of slave rebellions, Thomas notes that white fears of Black revolt would be “difficult to overstate.” Those fears “peaked” during Reconstruction, to which Thomas devotes even more attention in his McDonald and Bruen opinions.

If there is any rational basis to the Court’s claim that people have the right to carry guns because they fear violence at the hands of a generalized other, it is in Thomas’s account of Black arms and Black history. Of the four pro-gun opinions in Bruen, Thomas’s is the only one in which we find an empirical example of a people’s justifiable need for armed self-defense in the face of violent enemies and government indifference. “Seeing that government was inadequately protecting them” under Jim Crow, he writes, Black people took up arms “to defend themselves” against white terrorists. The only history that can make sense of the Court’s position on guns, in other words, is that of race war.

In his second year on the Court, Thomas said that he was “proudly and unapologetically irrelevant and anachronistic.” Almost thirty years later, he has become what conservatives of every era seek to be: anachronistic and relevant.

Under Thomas’s aegis, the Court now assumes a society of extraordinary violence and minimal liberty, with no hope of the state being able to provide security to its citizens. In his Bruen concurrence, Alito extends Thomas’s history of Reconstruction to all modern America: “Many people face a serious risk of lethal violence when they venture outside their homes.” Like the Black citizens of Reconstruction, he argues, few of us should expect the police to protect us. “The police cannot disarm every person who acquires a gun for use in criminal activity,” Alito writes, “nor can they provide bodyguard protection for [New York] State’s nearly 20 million residents.”

Once upon a time, Alito’s claims of systemic danger and state incapacity would have been dismissed as the rantings of a mountain survivalist. But, after decades of mass shootings, his assertion that the cops can’t protect you reads as a corollary to the left’s warning that the cops won’t protect you. What makes both beliefs plausible is the failed state that America has become, with no small amount of help from Thomas, the right-wing Court, and elected officials from both parties.

Today’s felt absence of physical security is the culmination of a decades-long war against social welfare. In the face of a state that won’t do anything about climate change, economic inequality, personal debt, voting rights, and women’s rights, it’s no wonder that an increasing portion of the population, across all races, genders, and beliefs, have determined that the best way to protect themselves, and their families, is by getting a gun. A society with no rights, no freedoms, except for those you claim yourself—this was always Thomas’s vision of the world. Now, for many Americans, it is the only one available. ♦

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In my crime au. Puppets are living.

Also, here's some world building.

There are many types but all types of puppets have two ways of being born. There are natural born and man-made. Before I get into more of it, I’d like to tell you about something

Puppet blood is a very effective dye. The colour is resistant to bleaching and gives the fabric anti-bacterial factors. Among other things.

This has led to puppet slaughter houses their techniques ranging from horrible, to “this is probably a war crime” . Where puppets are grown only to be slaughtered and drained of blood. It’s not like their materials are going to wasn’t either. But those are more like medieval times. The treatment of the puppet race has calmed down. But at the cost of the commonality of some breeds. Purple is rare. The rarest as seen in the image below.

A purple puppet would probably be taken and trafficked. Not even illegal, just frowned upon, yet no one does a thing. Purple followed by magenta, followed by blue These are the rarest among them the rest were less sought after so, less slain.

Some dog terms are used for puppets mainly when talking about races of puppets (referred as breeds as I’ve stated before). Most puppets don’t realise how horribly they’re treated by humans. For them, the constant harassment is everyday life.

Puppet Blood types:

•Blue (B)

•Green (G)

•Red (R )

•Black (BK)

•Cyan (C )

•Yellow (Y)

•Magenta (M)

•White (W)

•Orange (O)

•Brown (BR)

•Purple (P)

•Pink (PK)

•Grey (GR)

Haha! Many many! Try not to be intimidated. I’m trying. I’ll probably group some of them into categories of which they either fit together or are similar enough.

Natural Borns usually have positive blood types. Their blood being vibrant than handcrafted or factory-made.

Handcrafted puppets range in quality. But are generally better than Factory made. Usually they’re usually negative. But just like natural Borns not all of them have negative blood. Their blood is duller than purebreds but not as much as factory made.

Factory made puppets have short lives. Rarely living older than 40. Those who do probably require constant blood transfusion since their bodies struggle to make their own blood cells and probably require frequent part replacements.

If a puppet loses a limb or organ, a craftsman can create a replacement part or another puppet’s parts can be used. That replacement will adjust to the body. Becoming part of the puppet’s body as if it the puppet was born with it. Though, not really. It depends on how well it was crafted, the material and etc.

#welcome home au

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Bae Jin Young (CIX) Kinky Reading*

Hello and welcome!

I’m Kleo and I’m here to present some k-pop related tarot readings to you.

Disclaimer:

I would like to state that all these readings have a purely entertainment nature and their purpose is to bring some fun into my and hopefully yours lives. I have never ever met any of the idols / actors / celebrities in my readings, I don’t know them personally. Tarot reading isn’t an exact science and I can never guarantee any of it. Most of it is my intuition mixed with fantasy. Don’t take these readings seriously and don’t base any important decisions on tarot readings only, use your common sense.

If you wish to request a tarot reading, please read the pinned post on my profile first to see the instructions on how to request. I only do readings for idols / actors / celebrities of 18 years of age or older. Requests for readings including younger people will be automatically dismissed. If you feel uncomfortable with these tarot readings, do not engage in reading my posts. Thank you for understanding.

Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Kinky*

Questions:

Position

Libido

Turn On

Kink

Dirtiest Secret*

Full Name: Bae Jin Young

Stage Name: Bae Jinyoung

Group: CIX

Bae Jin Young

Bae Jinyoung (CIX)

Deck: E. A. Poe

Spread: Kinky*

Position - Queen of Swords

Jinyoung is a cunning and highly methodical dom in a relationship. That man can spot any weakness in a second and will use it against his lover in order to make them look foolish and depend on Jinyoung because he’s so intelligent after all. He’s likely to nag and correct his lover all the time. Jinyoung doesn’t have to seek for sharp words and his honesty is merciless and brutal. Not everyone can handle such a man by their side for sure.

Libido - XVIII The Moon

In order to keep his total dominance, he’s extremely secretive about his sexual urges and preferences. He’s likely to precisely dose his affection and touch just to keep his lover in suspense and drooling for ages. His own libido is mysterious and deeply rooted within his conscience. Jinyoung himself might be still oblivious about the darkest corners and he’s likely going to enjoy thorough exploring of the terrain. His curiosity about the most unorthodox methods and techniques is bottomless.

Turn On - 4 of Swords

Being an absolute dom, Jinyoung is looking for a soft, tender and obedient lover. They should be willing to follow his order and maintain calm no matter how shocking his demands might become. At the same time, he’s not looking for a dummy puppet. His lover should be capable of catching up with his own intellect. Now comes the hard part - What intelligent person would agree to submit to him completely? Lol!

Kink - XII The Hanged Man

Jinyoung is likely into inciting fear in his lover. Don’t get me wrong, he would never severely injure them but he would inflict some pain and keep them thrilled and in suspense. His favourite tools are likely ropes (might have studied the japanese art of erotic bondage) and blindfolds. He’s likely to whisper threats to his lover, though he’s not gonna follow through with them… well… most of them.

Dirtiest Secret* - King of Swords

Honestly… What’s wrong with men named Jinyoung? Bae Jinyoung’s darkest secret is to become the only king and ruler for his lover. He wants to control them completely, their every step and every breath they take would be calculated by Jinyoung in order to create a perfect reality for him. He wants to script and schedule everyday life so nothing happens outside the lines of his imagination. Good luck to anyone who dates this freak. Lol! Would you believe he's my bias?

Thank you for reading!

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offantasiesandreams · 2 years

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Your writing just makes my life much more brighter. I reread it almost everyday. May I ask a smut with Batter who tied up by puppeteer's strings. No pressure feel free to write it whenever you want or don't write it at all. Have a wonderful day!

Gosh, that's a really high compliment for a writer to receive! Thank you so much! Also, good idea, anon! Subby Batter is what the world needs more of, so I was more than happy to write this! I hope you'll have a wonderful day/night as well!

A Puppet on Strings

Notes: NSFW, bondage

Yes, he indeed was your puppet, obeying your every move. The threads of his destiny were woven, measured and cut by your hands only. Such was the power you held. Even so, he did not think of this as something beyond a metaphor, much less something literal. And yet, they took form, enthralling him as you spun them around so effortlessly. Slower than anticipated, they bound him so gently, taking away what others would consider freedom.

Taking his cap into your hands, you looked him in the eyes, a soft expression on your face. A puppet he was, but to you, Batter was so much more than that. A companion, a partner, a lover. You kept each other safe, physically, mentally and spiritually. “Are you sure you want this?” That particular question you had asked so many times before, each and every time its response was one of affirmation. There was little else you cherished as much as the trust between you and him.

Having set his headwear aside, you put his face in your hands, giving him a gentle kiss on his lips before the spectacle was about to start, reciprocation coming from his side.

But such innocent intimacies were not meant to last when the impure had protruded your minds. A longing for a deeper connection, satisfied only briefly when your tongues met, strings of saliva the only evidence of such occurrences.

You took the lead, you always did, for even when he wished to satisfy his own desire, it was only to please you. Taking his breath, stealing his mind, all that he had, he gave it up for you. There was no more rational thought, only your lips taking a chance at his exposed neck as he fought for air. A gentle bite of love left him hissing and clenching his fists.

When you pressed your body closer to his, Batter’s temporary loss of control and attempt at taking things further did not escape you. After having pulled his shirt over his head, your hands roamed over his bare torso. His cold skin was nothing new to you, if anything, it just reminded you he wasn’t a human being. And yet, the way he moved, he expressed himself, and the way he showed his affection, it was so very human.

Although normally capable of holding himself back, it was a Sisyphean task when it came to you. Every passing second put a strain on his composure, crushing it under the pressure of pleasure. A trail of your affections was left from his chest, that heart that belonged to you, to his lower abdomen. The heat burned like hell’s inferno. And yet, his sins were not turned to ash, they were tainting his skin, a display for the saints and gods to see. A comedy to ridicule. But there was acceptance from the one saviour, the only deity that mattered.

As much as you wanted to indulge and send him into an upper state of bliss, you simply could not hide the sin of pride swelling up within you. Although your own throbbing arousal became harder and harder to set aside with every sharp breath on Batter’s behalf, you prioritised him above yourself. Fumbling with his belt, it was evident by then he was desperate for further action. All four of his eyes were open, a spectacle taking place once in a blue moon, silently pleading. Rubbing his crotch through his boxers, he shivered, biting back a moan. The fabric had already been stained by precum.

Every nerve of his had lit aflame, making him aware of what was happening, and more importantly, what he had been aching for. Your hand on his erection, the cloth separating his skin from meeting yours still, he couldn’t stand it, and thus, he bucked his hips forward. Nothing. Air couldn’t satisfy him like you could. “Hah… hah… My Player, please.” Not a single string of words in existence would accurately describe how much Batter wanted, needed, you.

Amidst all these impure plans you had, it was the streak of mercy that shone through, egging you on to, if nothing else, at least free his manhood. Even if you had expected it to appreciate its newfound liberty, it sprung forth with a vivacity unbeknownst to you. Achromatic like the rest of his body, the cool of his skin was usually remarkable, however, with all the blood coursing through it, the warmth was comparable to the evening sun of summer.

So tender were the kisses you placed atop its head. Light and graceful, it made his head spin in more ways than just one. Had it not been for the threads keeping him upright, his legs would have betrayed him already. “(Y/N), please!” Even a diamond breaks under enough pressure. The manual caresses never ceased, even as you rose from your position on the ground. Although a smile as gentle as mother Mary graced your lips, a holy spirit, mischievous in nature, danced behind your eyes. You pressed your lips against his, an act of reassurance for what was to come.

“My Batter, I’m certain you can endure this, yes?”

#off (game)#batter x player #batter x reader #not seeing fabulous writing #every time Batter gets to bottom five years get added to my lifespan #anyway sorry about length!#i tried to keep it short #though at this point this might as well be considered a shortfic #disguised as an imagine/a bunch of hcs #but i hope you enjoy!#minors dni

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Psyche: Dreams & The Psychic World

From a mystical perspective, our dreams can be understood as our soul's journey across the universe, between our everyday world and the divine. Just as the universe contains endless realms of possibility, dreams host an infinite amount of experiences and revelations. They invite us to look more deeply at our psyche and the nature of reality.

To understand this better and create a template for interpreting the meaning of these experiences, let’s explore the various dimensions of the human psyche as well as their corresponding astrological and psychological expression.

Body (Earth, Physical, External World)

In our minds exists a reflection of the physical world, where we interact with the tangible aspects of our environment like bodies, trees, water, and cities. Through our senses - touch, taste, smell, hearing, sight - we detect and process information from this environment. Our mind, influenced by our personal experiences and cultural background, then interprets this information. Thus, ideas and energies from higher planes materialize into concrete forms we can experience with our senses.

The mother is associated with the physical world or earth due to her fundamental role in giving life and nurturing it, much like the earth does for all life forms. The mother provides the first physical and psychological environment for a child, laying the groundwork for their relationship with reality. This initial bonding process contributes to the formation of the ego, the child's ability to relate to the physical world, to feel emotionally in their own skin, and trusting of their personal instincts.

Disruptions in this bonding, due to maternal illness, indifference, or other issues, can lead to potential psychological difficulties, such as neurosis or psychosis, later in life. In this scenario, the child may grow up with a lack of boundaries, overindulgence, inconsistent parenting, emotional neglect, and the observation of manipulative behavior by the mother. Their early environment may have been a chaotic or stressful environment with too much going on and nothing reliable to feel attached or identified with.

When we perceive the physical world around us as distinct from ourselves, we project our overwhelming fears and insecurities onto it. This displacement of our issues fosters a cyclical pattern of trauma responses, pushing us further away from our immediate surroundings and jeopardizing our mental stability. Persistently acting under the influence of these buried emotions leads to them being woven into the fabric of our identity over time. Consequently, we become puppets to our past experiences, allowing them to shape our present behavior, thereby obstructing our ability to acknowledge and resolve inner conflict.

As we age, our physical bodies, similar to an environment, become more set in certain behaviors and autonomic responses, making comprehensive change more challenging. Our body naturally adapts to the perceived state of our external environment as a survival mechanism. When this perception is distorted by unreliable impressions, the body may enter a perpetual state of dis-ease, incapable of functioning properly. For instance, if we carry an unconscious perception from a volatile upbringing, the body's stress response system may become dysregulated by this perception (without our awareness), leading to an overactive or exaggerated response to perceived threats. This can manifest as chronic stress, anxiety disorders, and other health issues, irrespective of one's level of fitness, dietary habits, or external circumstances.

There are many theories in the realm of psychosomatic medicine which demonstrate this idea. For instance, the digestive system can be seen as a metaphor for how we process experiences in life. Just as the digestive system breaks down food into usable components and discards the rest, we mentally and emotionally digest experiences, taking what is valuable from them and letting go of the rest. In the case of someone not being able to let go of the past, it could be reflected in their digestive system as a metaphorical "clog" in the system. It's seen as the body manifesting the psychological state of being unable to "digest" an event or situation.

Personal transformation in these circumstances necessitates a reorientation towards one's environment. Rather than perpetually associating the environment as defined by the past, the individual must learn to engage with their surroundings in a present, conscious manner. This is a complicated process that may involve the reformation of previous identities and the construction of new self-concepts more suited to their current circumstances.

It begins by reducing the control we've assigned to any personal experience of the physical world by recognizing our lives as an ever-evolving work of art, painted on the canvas of consciousness as our true self looks to express itself in a tangible way.

Consider your life as a blank canvas, awaiting the strokes of personal experiences to imbue it with colors, shapes, and textures. These strokes are like the events, situations, and memories that add layers of complexity to our being. Each brush stroke, no matter how seemingly chaotic or messy, contributes to this. The blotches, the unexpected splatters, and the overlapping layers add depth, texture, and character. They constitute our past traumas, the unexpected trials, and the intense periods of transformation that we go through.

It's essential not to fear the process of painting over or completely reimagining the painting we started with. When we paint over an area, the layer underneath doesn't disappear; instead, it forms a foundation for the new layer, adding richness and depth to the overall image. Similarly, our past experiences and traumas don't vanish when we grow and change, but they form a layer of resilience and wisdom that underpins our present self. We keep painting, keep adding layers to our canvas, and keep evolving. With each brush stroke, we explore the vast potential of our canvas, moving closer to expressing the truest representation of ourselves.

As we learn to spend more time in nature, gardening, cooking, holding a loved one's hand, feeling a warm embrace, focusing on the body during meditation, noticing physical sensations more keenly, putting our feet in the soil, among other grounding activities; we are able to tune in and to feel truly embodied in our own skin.

It’s worth mentioning that conversely, if we become too identified with the physical world, this can lead to a strictly empiricist view. As a result, we may attempt to invalidate anything that can not be directly observed or measured. This makes it difficult for a person to find meaning or purpose in life beyond menial day-to-day activities, which could potentially contribute to feelings of emptiness or dissatisfaction.

Ego (Moon, Personal, Emotional)

Between the physical and metaphysical world is the ego, our self-awareness. The ego is our personal identity, carved out of unique experiences, beliefs, and personality traits. It navigates the physical world, making sense of sensory input, narrating our story, and making choices. The ego operates like a bridge, translating the vibrations of the physical realm into a language that the self can understand and vice versa. In a sense, the ego functions as a conduit for the expression of the soul's intent through our thoughts, emotions, and actions within the physical realm.

Astrologers add to this notion, suggesting that the ego gains a distinct character influenced by the lunar phase (note: ”phase” has a phonetic connection to “face”) during an individual's birth. This belief underscores the idea that our ego does not merely arise out of experience, but may have predetermined characteristics aligned with the universe and our karma.

The persona, or mask, is the image necessitated by circumstances, which may shift dramatically in times of crisis. When these crises occur, and existing personas offer no protection, the bare ego is left to face the reality directly (represented by the new moon).

Among the ego’s essential roles is to ensure the continuity of its experiences. This continuity is facilitated by memory, which records countless perceptions, forming patterns in the mind. This process enables us to recall the past and imagine the future, rooted in our present understanding.

The ego, initially, doesn't differentiate between the internal and external worlds. As an infant gains familiarity with its body and surroundings, it develops a 'reality principle'. This concept aids the infant in discerning feasible actions from the unfeasible, spending considerable time testing this principle to determine its boundaries.

Keep in mind that our true self needs the ego to have a personal experience of itself. Similarly, the body acts as a vessel through which the ego’s persona is manifested and communicated to others. These concepts are interlinked, yet they also maintain their independence as separate tiers of consciousness.

Each mirror is only necessary for us to validate the experience of another. For this reason, it’s important for them to accurately reflect each other by bridging the discrepancies between them. If we identify too much with one image and that image becomes distorted by its own experience, we become disconnected from our wholeness. It’s not possible to be truly yourself without actively participating in all aspects of the self from our infinite potential to the conditions of our personal circumstances.

Biopsychology (Mercury-Venus, Mechanical, Cognition)

We have a natural mechanism that constantly collects information from our environment using our senses. This sensory information can range from the feel of an object in our hand, the sound of birds chirping, or the aroma of freshly baked bread. Our mind assimilates and processes these diverse inputs, providing us with a comprehensive understanding of our surroundings.

Based on this sensory data, we voluntarily or involuntarily respond to our environment. For instance, if we taste food that is spoiled, our immediate reaction might be to spit it out. This reaction is not random but aligns with the processed information gathered from our senses.

However, our voluntary and involuntary actions aren't purely grounded in these direct sensory-motor systems. Our ego plays a vital role in interpreting this information and attributing meaning to it based on our past experiences and learned associations. We start to establish links between specific sensory inputs and subsequent reactions. For instance, we understand that a hot stove can cause harm and therefore avoid touching it.

Our voluntary actions (corresponding to Mercury, the trickster archetype) are those we take on purpose. These are the tasks we decide to tackle, like learning a new skill or studying a subject. Through consistent practice and hard work, we get better at these tasks and learn more. But if we focus too much on doing everything perfectly and making all the right choices, we might get stressed and find it hard to make any decisions.

On the other hand, our involuntary actions (corresponding to Venus, the prostitute archetype), are those that just happen without us planning them. These actions can be based on our deep-seated likes and dislikes. Sometimes, they lead to surprising outcomes that we never thought of, which could either feel like an achievement or a misstep. These actions, however, could also make us act impulsively if we rely on them too much, which could result in mistakes.

In this context, we can frame nearly every modern typology system as the interplay of the ego, voluntary and involuntary actions, and our engagement with the physical world. This relationship forms a 'lower trinity' and a ‘lower quaternity’ which corresponds to cognitive functions, temperaments, attachment theory, and the enneagram.

Above these routine processes, there's a potential for higher consciousness or awareness, which can be understood as an elevated state of mind where you become aware of your own awareness. This is a state where you gain a much clearer understanding of your own mind and behavior, seeing them objectively as if from an outside perspective.

Self (Sun, Individual, Soul)

When you reach this state of heightened consciousness, you shift your center of perception to the subconscious. Instead of being mostly oriented towards the physical and sensory aspects of the world, you now perceive from a more detached, holistic perspective. This doesn't mean you lose touch with reality; rather, you gain a deeper awareness of your own mind, your ego, and your interaction with the physical world.

This is a step from the personal to the individual where you might become conscious of things that usually remain in the personal unconscious: old memories, hidden motivations, subtle fears, or deep-seated desires. You start to see the complex interplay of emotions and concepts that shape your character and drive your actions. These can be passive influences (like the values or self-restraints you absorbed in childhood) or active ones (like a passion for music or a strong political belief).

A passionate musician might be torn between their desire to pursue a risky career in music (passion) and their fear of financial instability (hesitation). Similarly, their love for creative expression (desire) could clash with their fear of public scrutiny or criticism (fear).

Everything external is a manifestation of everything internal, which stems ultimately from the choices we made, even choices to put ourselves in a situation where something bad happened. Here, we become aware of our internal dynamics, emotional complexes, and contradictions, learning how to integrate them. Through this awareness, we achieve a more compassionate view of ourselves and our life experience.

Life begins as we encounter our mother, who provides us with nourishment and grounding. Following this primal bond, we experience the next significant contact with our father, who must assume the role of a spiritual guide to the self as a compliment to the “material” or “maternal” influence.

The father's influence is considered important in fostering a sense of freedom, autonomy, and independence which paves the way for stepping into a greater social and cultural identity. When this kind of connection between the father and the child is lacking or disrupted, individuals may struggle to build a coherent identity. They may rely solely on external factors to define themselves, leading to an ego-driven persona disconnected from their authentic sense of self. There might be challenges in self-esteem and a lack of direction, as they may not have developed a solid foundation for internal guidance.

The soul is said to have incarnated with intention to express itself in a particular way so when this connection is severed, the worst extreme is complete self-denial. They may struggle with impulse control, aggression, and risk-tasking behavior. Additionally, a lack of social engagement and difficulty with any real intimacy. In this state, connection relies on a distorted ego, leading to the formation of superficial relationships. The situation may be further exacerbated when there is a disconnect from the physical world as well, as seen when individuals dissociate from their physical body due to a discrepancy with their personal identity.

Notably, 1 in 4 children grow up without a father. As a result, many of societal problems today emphasize issues related to their ego-driven identity. Examples of this include consumerism, social media addiction, political polarization, in-group/out-group distinctions, and every form of identity politics.

On the individual-collective level, the self facilitates the bridge to understanding others as extensions of our own self. When we're able to integrate and balance our personal experiences with the collective, we can begin to feel a deep sense of connection and love. This is the true embodiment of the self's compassion - it transcends the personal ego to tap into a wider sphere of love and understanding that includes others.

Many people may be resistant toward this idea since it risks the dissolution of our personal identity and this is a natural dilemma. Over-emphasizing our similarities with others can undermine our unique experience and lead to conformity, resulting in a loss of personal freedom and a lack of autonomy. Alternatively, focusing excessively on our differences can alienate us, leading to isolation and bitterness.

Conscience (Mars-Jupiter, Ethical, Virtue)

Our tendency to conform is often led by fear, especially when faced with an overwhelming majority or authorities in a position of power. This happens when our connection to the whole is clouded or misunderstood. When confronted with unfamiliar or intimidating circumstances, we tend to either follow orders unquestioningly or react with outright rebellion.

In the story of Pinnochio, the puppet starts driven by external forces and whims, much like a child who doesn't have a clear sense of self or morality yet. He is easily fooled by others and lacks discernment. His journey to becoming a "real boy" is marked by learning lessons from his mistakes, developing a moral compass, and moving from a self-centered perspective to one of empathy and sacrifice.

This is where maturity is necessary to raise our consciousness and it starts by developing our discernment, setting healthy boundaries, and standing our ground without becoming overly harsh or causing harm (corresponding to Mars, the archetype of the warrior or hero). Finding balance here, we need to practice understanding and make allowances for others, to give freely without expecting anything in return, and to show unconditional love without falling into the trap of overextending ourselves or becoming vulnerable to exploitation (corresponding to Jupiter, the archetype of the great king or ruler).

“You are not here to find love, nor to be greeted by happiness at every turn, nor to be showered with kindness, nor to be celebrated by all, to forever remain a child. No. You came here to create love where love is sorely lacking. Your soul willingly left its blissful place beyond all troubles to descend into a stifling frame of bone, blood and flesh. Why? Because only from within this frail form can inner strength be forged by pain, can wisdom be nurtured by failure, can love be the reward of those who choose to give love. Only here can you struggle with the bitter things of life and squeeze out of them a syrup of sweet, inner joy. And as there is no sweetness as succulent as bittersweet, so there is no river of love that runs as deep as the love forged through a battle of the heart, no strength as powerful as that wrestled from the hands of an enemy through stubborn, defiant resolve, no wisdom as the wisdom gained by stumbling in darkness, standing up again, stumbling and walking again, and again. All that is good, all that has meaning, all that is up to you alone.” — Rabbi Tzvi Freeman

This negotiation requires a blending of judgment and sacrifice that does not erase our unique identity, but rather, adds to the whole. Developing this mature, balanced perspective is central to our conscience. A refined conscience not only guides our moral and ethical decisions but allows us to navigate the balance between our personal and collective identity. It enables us to become better individuals and, ultimately, to contribute more effectively to the larger community. This, in turn, aids in our understanding of and integration into the grand scheme of things, enhancing our sense of belonging and purpose.

Universal (Pluto, Transpersonal, Knowledge)

The universal realm is what Carl Jung called the collective unconscious (also known as the Akashic Records), a layer of consciousness shared by all human beings. It is a grand library of every pattern, symbol, and archetype that has ever existed. It's where we tap into the shared essence of human and non-human experience and connect with others on a deeply intuitive level.

Remember that this place exists within you. Every individual is born with certain inherited psychic structures, known as archetypes. These archetypes are recurring themes or patterns which exist in all cultures, such as the 'mother', the 'hero', or the 'trickster'. These elements provide a common language, as seen through symbols in our dreams or recurring characters in global myths and folklore. When you go to the movies, these are the relatable characters and the stories that resonate with you, highlighted by tropes and cliches, even when they have seemingly no tangible relationship to your personal life.

Archetypes are autonomous and hidden forms which are transformed once they enter consciousness and are given particular expression by individuals and their cultures. The ‘hero’ is an archetype from our collective unconscious, symbolizing courage and resilience. On an individual level, a person might connect with the ‘hero’ archetype when standing up to a bully, personalizing it based on their experiences. Western cultures may depict heroes as characters like Superman, embodying values like justice and freedom. Eastern cultures may portray heroes as disciplined martial artists or Samurai, upholding honor and respect.

Syncretism is the synthesis of differing concepts and ideas that have a shared essential theme or trend. It's this practice that led to the development of Joseph Campbell's "The Hero's Journey," which is a storytelling structure used in nearly every Hollywood film to date as a means to tell stories with a symbolic journey that reflects our universal experience.

To understand the connection between the self and the collective unconscious, it might be helpful to imagine that the self carries the impressions of countless past lives. These past lives bind the self to a collective ancestral spirit which shapes the individual’s current life and the lessons they need to learn. This places the self within a much greater context and a spiritual lineage which can be traced back to the first man and woman of creation, Adam and Eve, represented as the divine archetypes of masculine (animus) and feminine (anima). It could be said that we are born into the physical world metaphorically encoded with an accumulated knowledge of the nature and position of our shared humanity on a path of spiritual development.

The concept of synchronicity, another of Jung's ideas, suggests that events are not merely coincidental, but are deeply connected through the collective unconscious, linking our personal lives with the grand narrative of the universe. The purpose of such events is to bring attention to the role of individual consciousness as operating within a network of universal consciousness, emphasizing the presence and connection that we have to a larger organizing principle or intelligence in the universe.

Syzygy (Saturn-Uranus, Principle, Gender)

Within the collective unconscious, the anima and animus represent the female and male traits that everyone has. We have both but the animus is often referred to as the male part inside a woman, and the anima as the female part inside a man. Most of the time, these parts of us are hidden in our subconscious.

When we're attracted to someone, often it's because we see traits in them that match our hidden anima or animus. This is like unconsciously seeing a reflection of our inner selves in someone else, which leads to a strong bond that feels very special and meaningful.

Any union of this kind is not just a physical attraction, it's a psychological fusion that uncovers layers of our inner self, which had previously been concealed. It feels like meeting a part of ourselves that we never knew existed, as if a missing puzzle piece has been found, leading to an amplified sense of wholeness and self-understanding.

This connection is deeply emotional and spiritual, often fostering mutual growth and understanding. Such relationships, while intense, may provide an arena for spiritual evolution, as each partner reflects, challenges, and complements the other's innermost self.

Divine Self (Neptune, Source, Purpose)

At the highest level, there is the realm of pure ideas. Although it can't be seen or touched directly, it influences everything that comes after it. It's the fountainhead of creativity and innovation from which all subsequent ideas flow.

This can be seen as the initial spark or the big bang that started everything but instead of an event that happened billions of years ago, it’s within our psyche as the essential motivating energy of consciousness. Associated with this is an inherent sense of goodwill or a desire to bring about something positive. This could be an inventor's intention to create a useful tool, an author's wish to tell a moving story, or an artist's urge to create a beautiful painting.

It’s the inherent call of our divine purpose and higher aspiration, a force which emanates from the greatest depth of our psyche. This unreachable place is a reminder that not only were we created with purpose but that an intimate connection with our creator resides within us, inspiring us to manifest divine purpose in our lives.

The Dream World & Twilight Zone

Dreams are essentially ego projections of reality. They are not considered to be an objective or independent reality, but rather a reflection of our subconscious mind and its interpretations of our actions, thoughts, and emotions. Dreams occur when our lunar astral body (represented by the ego), which is unconscious, leaves our physical body during sleep to wander the astral plane (dream world). This wandering is not directed or conscious, and the experiences we have during this time are what we perceive as dreams.

True astral experience is independent of our personal experience, it is objective and intentional. In dreams, our true self can assume the role of a spiritual emissary, relaying vital knowledge and experiences from the astral plane to the more familiar domain of the ego. Since information from our dreams is not always consciously directed, it’s not always given that a dream is presenting valuable insight, meaningful spiritual encounters, or relevant questions to our waking ego. Although, when it does, this process fosters growth in the ego, encouraging it to adapt, evolve, and to delve deeper into its understanding of these different layers of experience.

Our dreams can take various forms. Some reflect immediate events and continue everyday life, while others may express deeper issues pertaining to the self and our integrity projected onto the conscious ego. There's also prophetic dreams, where insight arises from the collective unconscious.

In the moments before falling asleep or waking up, the consciousness enters a twilight zone where dreams and reality blend. This state, existing between the realms of the ego and the collective unconscious, can be influenced by sense impressions, triggering fantasies and images from the unconscious. During sleep paralysis, people have reported hearing voices and sounds or seeing dark entities. In abnormal situations, this process can become a source of confusion or a refuge from reality. Delirium in fever or schizophrenia exemplify these disturbances, often indicating imbalances within the body, psyche, or both.

As mentioned, we can generally distinguish three different types of dreams but it’s not limited to these categories:

Mundane — These are dreams that reflect everyday experiences and activities. For instance, you might dream about a typical day at work, a conversation with a friend, or a grocery shopping trip. They often incorporate aspects of the day's events - a phenomenon known as the day-residue effect. Sometimes these dreams might be processing or replaying daily experiences to consolidate memories or practice for future events. This is the most personal kind of dream to have and generally doesn’t have much deeper meaning beyond the most literal interpretation.

Psychodynamic — These dreams can be thought of as messages from our subconscious, exploring unresolved issues, emotional difficulties, and hidden desires or fears. They often require interpretation, as the elements in these dreams may symbolize something deeper than their apparent meaning. Additionally, since the self is a bridge between the mundane and the divine, these dreams can be simultaneously interpreted within a personal context and within the larger scope of shared human experience. They can also be a mixture of the tangible and fantastical where you may encounter anything from strangers to mythological entities.

Prophetic — If we consider this dream as arising from the collective unconscious, it means that we are tapping into a deeper, more universal layer of the subconscious mind, connecting us with shared archetypal themes and experiences. Such dreams not only provide insight into personal future events, but also societal or universal patterns and changes. They might connect us to an instinctual understanding shared across humanity, and provide insight in the form of symbolic or metaphorical visions of future possibilities. Many great inventors and pioneers have shared stories of profound insight or inspiration from this type of dream.

"The world is a dream, yet you must live it as if it were reality." — Rabbi Nachman of Breslov

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