#interactive 3d content

[lowpolyanimals]

Dolphin by @nolanfa

[now-notyet]

terrible day to be a creature with ideas and the necessary skills to execute those ideas

[alyss-erulisse]

Morph Madness Pt2!

Fixing Morph Interactions

The second version of Marik's Egyptian Choker is currently in production. Despite fixing the exploding morph issue I described before, it seems that my morphing problems were not yet at an end. Creating Marik's Egyptian Armbands and seeing these two accessories worn together revealed another issue.

When several accessories with morphs are worn together, there is a possibility of their morphs interacting inappropriately if their vertex IDs conflict.

The conflicting vertices then veer off into space when the accessories are worn together like in the image above. It may not be obvious, but the bottom of the choker and the bottom of the left armband are ramping off like party ribbons, not the effect I was going for.

So what are these vertex IDs I am talking about and what do they have to do with morphs?

I gave a pretty good description in my previous post about exploding morphs, but I will recap here for you.

Every vertex in your mesh has a number assigned to it so that the computer can keep track of it. A morph is made up of directions for each vertex in a mesh on where to go if the sim is fat or thin or fit. In TSRW, the sliders can be used to drag between these morph states and view them.

The vertex index number determines which vertex gets which set of directions. If the vertices of your base mesh are numbered differently than the vertices of your morph, the wrong directions are sent to the vertices, and they end up going everywhere but the right places.

What happens when the same vertex gets two different sets of directions?

You are seeing the answer in the image. It takes some sort of average and ends up in the wrong place for both items.

How do we fix this unwanted interaction?

We know that the game allows us to wear combinations of clothing and accessory items together. To keep the morphs of these items from interacting like we see above, the game reserves a range of vertex IDs for each category of item. Stay within the range for your category, and you're gold. Exceed that range, and you'll start seeing problems.

When you import a mesh into TSRW, the vertex IDs to be used in the game are automatically assigned based on the category of item you've cloned. For the choker, I cloned a necklace, so the vertex IDs were numbered to start at 31850.

Starting Vertex ID of Range Category for Sims 3 Accessories:

Earrings: have no morphs

Necklaces: 31850

Armbands: 32300

Bracelets: have no morphs

There is a suggestion online which I will now debunk because it has lost me time and ultimately created problems rather than solving them. The suggestion is to renumber the vertex IDs to have necklaces start at 4000 and armbands start at 8000.

The first problem with this suggestion is that TSRW automatically renumbers to the ranges I gave above. Manually renumbering in TSRW is possible within the Vertices Editor, but it is a hassle. So, I wrote a Python data entry script to automate this process. I succeeded in renumbering the IDs to the 4000s, but there was a second problem: the game is not coded to recognize morphs in this range.

Imagine me being so proud that I'd figured out how to do this code and have it work for me. Imagine me opening up the game and testing the renumbered package. Imagine the item not responding to any of the sliders as if it had no morphs at all. Such a bummer!

If you want your morphs to work, you have to following the guidelines of the game. I've learned this the hard way.

So what are these guidelines?

For a necklace with morphs, vertex IDs start numbering at 31850 and you have 450 available vertex IDs. Ideally, you would fit all your LODs into this range, so that their combined total came in under this number, but there is some wiggle room. You only really need LOD1 to fit within this range to avoid interaction.

For an armband with morphs, vertex IDs start numbering at 32300. I have not tested enough to determine the limit to this range or what category may come afterward to interact with it.

Realize that splitting your hard edges will increase your vertex load in TSRW. A good rule for reducing geometry is if the camera cannot see a detail, it doesn't need to exist.

I've been recreating Marik's Egyptian Choker from scratch to reduce the load to within this vertex ID range while preserving quality by adding a normal map.

Here is a sneak peek of the custom thumbnails.

I'll also add a normal map to the armbands, so you can look for that update too.

In the meantime, I hope this information is helpful to other creators and users mystified by why their custom content is not working as they'd like.

See more of my work: Check out my archive.

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[banbuvssummerhome]

Lookout for Earthworm Jim 3D Beta Build!

Hello! We at the Summer Home are currently on the lookout for any leads to some Earthworm Jim lost media. To be more specific, the beta or development build of Earthworm Jim 3D!

Earthworm Jim 3D had a rocky development, and visually changed millions of times between 1996-1999. We've shared and archived most if not all of the available screenshots and photographic proof that the beta did exist in some form to at least be advertised in magazines and trailers. There's playable betas of the two previous games, but not EWJ 3D.

So, we must ask you for help. If you can help us potentially find any leads or the full beta itself, then please do.

We do have some links to forums or online conversations to get your search started, as well as listing out some of the known dev team responsible for EWJ 3D.

Development teams: Shiny Entertainment VIS Interactive/Entertainment

Publishers: Rockstar Games Interplay Entertainment

Details:

Development started in 1996 Beta contained Evil The Cat as Fear boss Evil Jim supposedly in the game Appearance of Pocket Rocket with fuel gauge VIS Interactive went defunct in April 7th, 2005

People of Interest:

Chris van der Kuyl Peter Baillie Doug Tennapel Kirk Ewing Paul Munro Ged Grimes

Links: https://www.unseen64.net/2008/06/04/earthworm-jim-3d-n64-beta/ https://forums.lostmediawiki.com/thread/3026/earthworm-jim-3d-beta-build

[simulanissolutions]

As the digital landscape expands, the concept of the metaverse is rapidly gaining traction, transforming how we interact, learn, and conduct business. In India, one company is leading the charge in this exciting new frontier: Simulanis Solutions. As an innovative Indian Metaverse Company, Simulanis is redefining the boundaries of digital interaction and offering solutions that resonate across various industries

[sulli-villain]

i really want more art friends! especially for mmd stuff! aaaa

I wish I'd kept my MMD presence just....serviceable over the years. I love being active and helping out people but at the same time, the fandom feels so over saturated with low effort plug and play posts that it's now difficult to get back into.

i mean hey everyone starts somewhere, but it's nothing like it was in 2010. It feels hard to be known as a creator unless you make the latest super hd pv miku model and have access to a high end pc that runs all those crazy ass shaders n stuff. not so easy as like, someone who just likes to make some low poly fun stuff from scratch.

but r/mmd is like, I feel like just for people asking for help? and that's cool cuz sometimes I like to help if I can, but i barely see people post their creations there. I guess DeviantArt is the place to be for MMD, but uuuugh i hate DA now. It's so ugly!

How do I find a community on tumblr anymore? I feel like tags are missing just because again, the mmd tag is so overly saturated that no one really tracks it. I feel like I have to relearn how tumblr works because idk, Is there still that auto blacklist thing where it hides posts if u use the wrong words? do all tags work or only the first 5? Am i just shadowbanned bc sometimes I post anime girl tatas?

[digitalfractal]

How to Create Interactive and Immersive Content with Tools?

In today's digital age, capturing and retaining the attention of audiences has become increasingly challenging. As consumers are bombarded with an abundance of content across various platforms, the need to stand out and create engaging experiences has never been more vital. Fortunately, the evolution of technology has paved the way for innovative approaches to content creation, with tools and techniques that can transform static content into interactive and immersive experiences. Among these tools, 3D animation studios in Dubai offer a wealth of possibilities for crafting captivating narratives that resonate with audiences on a profound level.

The Power of Interactive and Immersive Content

Interactive and immersive content transcends traditional storytelling by actively involving the audience in the narrative. Instead of passively consuming information, users become participants, driving the experience forward through exploration and engagement. This approach not only enhances retention but also fosters a deeper emotional connection with the content. By leveraging tools such as virtual reality (VR), augmented reality (AR), and interactive animations, content creators can transport audiences to new worlds, evoke empathy, and inspire action.

Leveraging 3D Animation Studios in Dubai

Dubai has emerged as a hub for creativity and innovation, boasting a thriving ecosystem of 3D animation studios that cater to diverse industries, including entertainment, advertising, gaming, and education. These studios combine cutting-edge technology with artistic expertise to deliver visually stunning and emotionally compelling content. By partnering with a 3D animation studio in Dubai, content creators gain access to a wealth of resources and talent, enabling them to bring their visions to life in ways that captivate and engage audiences.

Crafting Interactive Experiences

Interactive content invites users to participate actively in the storytelling process, creating a sense of agency and immersion. With tools like Unity and Unreal Engine, 3D animation studios in Dubai can develop interactive experiences that blur the lines between reality and imagination. Whether it's a virtual tour of a futuristic cityscape, an interactive training simulation, or a gamified educational app, these studios have the expertise to create compelling experiences that leave a lasting impression.

Embracing Immersive Technologies

Immersive technologies such as VR and AR offer unparalleled opportunities to transport audiences to new worlds and create unforgettable experiences. By collaborating with 3D animation studios in Dubai that specialize in immersive content, creators can harness the full potential of these technologies to engage and delight users. Whether it's a virtual museum tour, an AR-powered marketing campaign, or a VR-based training module, immersive content enables brands to connect with their audiences in meaningful and memorable ways.

Enhancing Emotional Engagement

Beyond the visual spectacle, interactive and immersive content has the power to evoke genuine emotions and foster empathy. By incorporating compelling narratives, relatable characters, and interactive storytelling techniques, 3D animation studios in Dubai can create immersive experiences that resonate with audiences on a profound level. Whether it's raising awareness about social issues, promoting environmental sustainability, or showcasing cultural heritage, immersive content has the ability to inspire empathy, drive change, and spark meaningful conversations.

Conclusion: Elevating Content Creation with 3D Animation Studios in Dubai

In an era defined by information overload and fleeting attention spans, the need to create compelling, interactive, and immersive content has never been greater. By leveraging the expertise of 3D animation studios in Dubai, content creators can unlock new dimensions of creativity and engagement. From interactive experiences that empower users to explore and interact with virtual worlds to immersive narratives that evoke genuine emotions and inspire action, the possibilities are limitless. By embracing innovative tools and technologies, content creators can captivate audiences, drive engagement, and leave a lasting impression in the digital landscape. With the right vision and collaboration, the future of content creation is boundless, and 3D animation studios in Dubai are at the forefront of this creative revolution.

[simulanissolutions]

As we navigate through the digital age, the concept of the metaverse is rapidly gaining prominence, transforming how we interact, learn, and engage with each other and the world around us. In India, one company is leading the charge in this revolutionary space: Simulanis Solutions. As a premier Metaverse Solutions Provider in India, Simulanis is dedicated to delivering cutting-edge solutions that empower businesses and enhance user experiences

[diapee-girl]

Finally able to pad up!!

Check out my JFF for more content from this diaper booty! 😁

Or follow my Instagram!

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[hardswae]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARDSWAE (Collection) ❀

Happy 3rd anniversary to my wonderful world of creativity, HARDSWAE✿!! I am grateful for another year of your unwavering support for me and my creations. Your support has been a source of strength for me through both the good and bad days, including my creative block periods. I deeply appreciate your understanding and encouragement during those times.

I also want to express my gratitude to those who provide constructive criticism, as it has played a crucial role in shaping my skills and growth as a 3D artist. To the amazing creators I collaborate with behind the scenes, thank you for your inspiration and guidance. Your input has been invaluable to me.

Special thanks to K's Kustomz for the beautiful custom blend scene that will be featured in upcoming ads it’s so pretty you guys ✿✿✿✿!!!

I am excited to share my new Discord server with you all, where we can connect on a more personal level and where you can request specific creations from me. This new era is all about better communication and skill improvement, and I look forward to sharing my work process through streaming and engaging with you all.

Thank you once again for your continued support. The 3 Years of SWAE Collection is out now, and REMINDER to join my Discord server for more updates and interactions. Let's continue to create and grow together ❀❀❀❀.

MY WEBSITE IS FULL UPDATED WITH EVERY FREE COLLECTION I HAVE EVER DROPPED FROM APRIL 2021 - MARCH 2024 ENJOY #ShopHARDSWAE 🌸

 *Credits to the Louis Vuitton & Lefleur Brand for the inspiration behind the beautiful pieces apart of this collection *

- SWAE'S T.O.U.  -

I OWN THE MESH 100%!!

I OWN THE TEXTURES 100%!!

DONT CLAIM AS YOUR OWN!!

FEEL FREE TO RECOLOR IF THE ITEMS ARE FREE ONLY!!

DO NOT PUT MY THINGS BEHIND A PAY WALL!!

DO NOT CONVERT MY THINGS TO OTHER GAMES WITHOUT ASKING ME!!

TAG ME IF YOU WEAR MY CONTENT I WANNA SEE >.<

SUPPORT  MY FUTURE BELOW ⬇

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DO NOT TAKE MY FILES AND RELEASE THEM FOR FREE, OR IN ANY SERVERS YOU WILL RECEIVE A DMCA!!

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[purplealmonds]

Finished this just in time for the new trailer drop! This is my Mononoke illustration featuring assorted merch from the anime, movie, and stage play! How many can you recognize? ⚖️👹

(Yes, please send answers in the replies! Answers, progress pics, artist commentary will be drafted on a separate post when I'm less tired) ⭐️ UPDATE 04/03/24: Abridged artist commentary is now available under the cut! For the full version, please see the Google Doc linked in the replies.

👁️Overview 

Late last year, I rather belatedly discovered Mononoke’s 15th anniversary came and went, and with it, an entire swath of new content to manically pore over. This is an illustration of the various Mononoke merchandise, props, and set dressing I discovered.

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🔎Scope

Some fun facts regarding the work that went into this illustration!

Not including research time, this project ran for roughly two months, consuming much of my waking hours outside of my full time and freelance jobs.

While the illustration does not depict all of my findings, it does feature over 120 unique props and set dressings!

The majority of the props and set dressing were modeled to varying degrees of detail in SketchUp.

To model prep, I often put together schematics on Photoshop or Illustrators. Some were created from scratch. Others were created with the liberal usage of the Photoshop transform and perspective warp function. 

The master file is 1.5GB. The dimensions are 6400x3600 at 300 dpi, and contains over 2,200 layers. 

Near the end of production, the master file became so unwieldy I created a separate working file. This way, I could create assets lag-free then import the layers into the master file. 

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Past this point is where most of the commentary cuts were made for the sake of brevity. Again, look in the replies for the Google Doc link containing the full version with a table of contents for easier navigation!

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🗳️3D Layout

As you can see, the backbone of this illustration is the 3D model. I spent perhaps 30-40% of my production time on this stage.

And this is the lit version. The lighting ultimately got downplayed in favor of showcasing the vibrant colors. I like how simple it looks though!

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🎬Production-Based Set Dressing

In addition to merchandise, I wanted to insert set dressing and props from the various Mononoke productions. 

🦊Kusuriuri

It’s odd to have a section dedicated just to him, but his unique appearance warrants it. His garb and overall appearance is an amalgam of the anime and movie. The original intent was ambiguity– kind of like the blue/black vs. yellow/white dress phenomena a few years back. But after doing the color flats, I rather liked how the rich, unaltered colored fit with the overall composition so it became more blatant. I’m surprised that nobody has commented on this since I published the illustration. Maybe because I didn’t feature him in a close-up?

🐈 kai ~Ayakashi~Bake Neko (2006)

Finding props iconic to this story arc (outside of the Kusuriuri’s tools of trade, of course) was somewhat difficult. While the environment was richly decorated, it mainly consisted of 2D artwork which I wasn’t keen on retracing. I opted to paint objects that characters interacted with or featured heavily in the show.

Salt Jar

Candlestick

Rat Trap

🦋Mononoke (2007)

The props fall into three distinct categories here: Kusuriuri’s tools and trinkets; things featured in the opening and ending credits; and objects iconic to each of the five story arcs in the series. I tried to keep most of them clustered on the tatami, but as space grew scarce some props trickled up onto the deck as well.

Medicine Box

Exorcism Sword

Tenbin

Paper Talisman

Mirror

Ring

Geta Sandal

Necklace

Paper Umbrella (Zashikiwarashi)

Daruma Dolls ( Zashikiwarashi)

Gunpowder Ball (Umi Bozu)

Smoking Pipe (Nopperabou)

Genjiko Blocks (Nue)

Train Ticket (Bake Neko)

Lantern (Anime OP)

Butterflies (Anime EP)

☂️Mononoke: Karakasa (2024)

Pretty slim pickings for the new movie since I only had the teaser, first trailer, and movie poster to reference from. Kusuriuri’s tools of trade were a given, but finding memorable and narratively significant objects was a tad troublesome.

Thankfully, the set dressing ended up (however subconsciously) strikingly similar to the movie’s environment design, down to the green tatami and multicolor shoji screen. I suppose at this point I was so immersed in Mononoke content that its aesthetics subconsciously informed my design choices! 

Exorcism Sword

Tenbin

Paper Talisman

Comb

Movie Poster

Butterfly (Custom design)

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🪭Official Merchandise

Goods related to canonical narratives and/or productions.

🎊15th Anniversary

Mononoke Shu - A light novel by Hideyui Niki & illustrated by 2964_KO

Whiskey Glass & Box

📖 Key Frame Art Books by Hashimoto Takashi

Ayakashi Key Art Frame Book (2010)

Key Frame Art Book vol.9 (2017)

📚Manga by Yaeko Ninagawa

Kai Ayakashi: Bake Neko Vol. 1-2

Kai Ayakashi: Mononoke Prequel

Mononoke Vol. 1-10

🎭Butai Mononoke

Bakeneko Pamphlet 

Zashikiwarashi Pamphlet

Zashikiwarashi Acrylic Standees

Zashikiwarashi Manegi

💿Physical Media

Official OST CD

DVD Box Set

Yokai Pattern Fabric

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Common Collab Merchandise

This category consists of goods that are generally more affordable and feature graphics from the source material with minimal alterations.

Amnibus

Wall Scrolls

Tenugui Fabric 

Shot Glasses

Minoyaki Bean Plates

ANIGA-TER

Stickers

Can Badges

Canvas Prints

Anique

Diorama Acrylic Stand

Acrylic Blocks

Challenge Kuji

Kusuriuri & Hyper Clocks

eeo Store Online

Folding Fan

Keychains

Can Badges

gj character G

Cushion

Acrylic Charms

Neo Gate

Satchels

Mini Badges

Mini Badges by Mame Shinoda

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High-End Collab Merchandise

Goods which derive motifs from the characters, props, and patterns from the production and transform them in an elevated manner through abstraction or usage of precious materials.

gj character G

Exorcism Sword Ring

Goodsmile

Kusuriuri Nendoroid Figurine

Folding Screen

Kusuriuri & Hyper Plush

Tote Bag

Kaya

Umbrella

Tenbin Kanzashi

Tabi Socks

Dress

Kotobukiya

Figurine

Mayla

Pump Heels

Kusuriuri & Hyper Hairpins

Tenbin Earrings

Hyper Earrings

Noitamina Apparel

Perfume

Tenbin Necklace

Folding Fan

Super Groupies

Purse

Wallet

Watch

Tsumuji Design

Exorcism Sword Necklace

Ofuda Bracelet

Useless Use Lab

Fragrance Set

Air Purifier

Three-Sided Mirror

[gf2bellamy]

Hi! So… glasses was perfect, better than I could ever imagined. I’m in desperate need of a part 2 (if possible and you’re feeling inspired to write one)

I was thinking that maybe reader gets payback for all the teasing Spencer has been doing. I would also love to see confess they’re into each other. I don’t know, I’m just craving something super cute around glasses!Spencer because I feel he’s underrated and deserves so much love!

Anyway, take your time and thank you so much!!!!!! 💞

glasses ( part two ) — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: nothing i think a/n: hi hi !! i hope you like this !! also this is part two to glasses but you don't have to read glasses to understand this one <3

It started with Elle.

You had been completely oblivious. But Elle? Elle saw it immediately.

One day, she pulled you aside, her expression unreadable, though there was a glint of amusement in her eyes. She handed you a small tube of lip gloss, the same one she had seen you apply absentmindedly before.

"Reapply," she instructed simply.

You blinked at her, confused. "What? Why?"

She smirked, tilting her head toward where Spencer sat at his desk, poring over case files. "Just do it. And then watch Reid."

You narrowed your eyes at her, trying to decipher whatever game she was playing, but she only raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying your confusion.

"Elle," you tried again, but she just patted your shoulder and walked away.

So, with no real reason not to, you did as she said. You pulled out your lip gloss, twisting open the cap before carefully swiping it over your lips. The faint scent of vanilla filled the air as you pressed them together, ensuring an even coat. Then, feeling a little ridiculous, you turned your attention toward Spencer.

And that’s when you saw it.

The second he glanced up from his paperwork, his eyes locked onto your lips. His gaze lingered, just a fraction too long.

Huh.

Interesting.

You bit back a smirk, tilting your head slightly as if deep in thought. You pretended not to notice how Spencer was still staring—how he fumbled with his pen, flipping it in his fingers before dropping it completely.

Oh, this was good.

The best part? It wasn’t just a one-time thing. Now that Elle had pointed it out, you started noticing it all the time.

Spencer Reid, with his genius IQ and encyclopedic knowledge, was absolutely, hopelessly distracted by your lips.

So, naturally, you had to have a little fun with it.

Right now, the two of you had just finished lunch and were heading back to the BAU. It was paperwork day—arguably the least exciting part of the job—so you had to find some way to make things interesting.

And what better way than messing with Spencer?

As the elevator doors slid shut, Spencer launched into one of his many tangents, this time about a newly opened museum. His hands moved animatedly as he spoke, fingers gesturing in the air as he rattled off historical facts.

"—and what’s really fascinating is that they’ve reconstructed artifacts based on 3D modeling of unearthed fragments. They even have an interactive exhibit where visitors can—"

He turned his head toward you, mid-sentence, just as you reached into your bag and pulled out your lip gloss.

Casually, like it was the most natural thing in the world, you twisted the cap open and swiped the applicator across your lips, pressing them together for good measure. The subtle shine caught the dim elevator light, and when you flicked your gaze back up at Spencer—

Oh.

Oh, this was too easy.

He had completely short-circuited.

His mouth was still slightly open, like he was about to finish his thought, but no words came out. His eyes flickered down to your lips, then back up to your face, then back down—as if his brain was refusing to cooperate with him.

"You were saying?" you prompted innocently, capping the lip gloss and tucking it away.

Spencer swallowed thickly. "I—uh, the, um…" He blinked rapidly, pushing his hair back in frustration. "The… the museum," he finally managed, though it came out weaker than intended.

"Right," you nodded, biting back a smile. "Something about 3D modeling?"

Spencer exhaled sharply through his nose, clearly realizing what had just happened. His jaw tensed for a moment, like he was debating whether or not to call you out on it, but then he just shook his head, letting out a defeated chuckle.

But as you stepped out, you felt the warmth of his hand brush against yours, his fingers just barely grazing over your skin before pulling away.

And, well.

Maybe you weren’t the only one playing games.

The second time you messed with Spencer was in the morning.

You suppressed a yawn, still trying to wake up, when suddenly a coffee cup landed on your desk with a soft thud. You blinked in surprise, looking up to see Spencer standing there, holding his own coffee while he plopped the extra one down in front of you.

"Oh my god, thank you," you said, wasting no time in reaching for it. Without hesitation, you took a sip, sighing in appreciation as the warmth spread through you.

Spencer gave a small, pleased smile. "Do you need help with—"

He stopped mid-sentence.

Completely froze.

His mouth hung open for a beat, and his eyes flickered—first to your face, then down to the cup in your hands.

Confused, you followed his gaze, looking down at your coffee cup. And that’s when you saw it.

A small, perfectly shaped imprint of your lip gloss stained the rim.

You barely had time to process it before Spencer looked back up at you, his expression somewhere between dazed and fascinated. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, and his fingers twitched against his own coffee cup like his brain was desperately trying to reboot.

Oh. Oh.

This was almost too good.

You tilted your head, feigning innocence. "Spence?"

No response. He was still staring.

You suppressed a grin, watching as his lips parted, like he wanted to say something—anything—but nothing came out. Instead, he licked his lips absentmindedly, his gaze once again flickering to your cup before darting back up to your mouth.

"Everything okay?" you prompted, leaning forward slightly.

Spencer visibly jolted, like he had just snapped out of a trance. "Uh—yeah! Yes, um… fine. Totally fine."

You raised an eyebrow, biting back a smirk. "Are you sure? You kinda just… stopped talking."

"I—no, I just—" He let out a short, awkward laugh, pushing his hair back. "I, um… lost my train of thought."

Your smirk deepened. Bingo.

"Must not have been important, then," you mused, taking another slow sip from your cup—making sure to leave another lip print behind, just for good measure.

Spencer's gaze dipped to it again, and you swore you saw the tips of his ears turn red before he cleared his throat and walked away.

You watched him go, utterly delighted.

This was way too much fun.

He was fine. Totally fine.

Or, at least, that’s what he kept telling himself as he all but fled from your desk, gripping his coffee cup like it was some kind of lifeline.

But he wasn’t fine.

Not even a little bit.

Because now, all his brain could focus on was your lips.

And the way your lip gloss—shiny qne slightly tinted—had left the faintest mark on the rim of your coffee cup.

It should’ve been such a minor thing. Just a simple, fleeting detail. But his traitorous brain had decided that, no, this was now the most fascinating thing in the world, and it refused to think about anything else.

And the worst part?

You knew.

Spencer knew you knew. The way you had tilted your head, the way your lips curled into that barely-there smirk, the way you had taken another sip—slowly, deliberately—just to leave behind another lip print.

It was calculated.

It was a game.

And he was losing.

He groaned internally, practically collapsing into his chair at his desk, scrubbing a hand over his face.

This wasn’t fair. You weren’t fair.

And soon enough it all blew up.

You were standing beside Spencer’s desk, waiting for him to finish packing up his bag so the two of you could head home. It had been a long day—filled with paperwork, caffeine, and your ongoing mission to see just how flustered you could make Dr. Spencer Reid.

(So far? Extremely flustered. Success rate: 100%.)

You sighed softly, shifting your weight from foot to foot, watching as he meticulously arranged everything in his bag like some kind of human puzzle. It was endearing, really—how precise he was about everything. But it also meant that waiting for him to be done took forever.

But just as Spencer was slinging his bag over his shoulder, something caught your attention.

Across the bullpen, Gideon and Hotch were whispering to each other.

And not just casual, offhand whispering, either. No, this was a serious discussion—low voices, furrowed brows, the kind of conversation that made your curiosity spike instantly.

“Spencer, look,” you whispered, nudging his arm and nodding toward them.

Spencer followed your gaze, adjusting his bag slightly. “What about them?”

You leaned in a little closer, lowering your voice. “Can you read lips?”

Spencer turned his head to you, and that was his first mistake.

Because in the process, he suddenly realized just how close you had gotten.

Your face was inches from his, your breath warm against his skin. Your lips—still glossed and shiny from whatever devilish brand you insisted on wearing—were parted slightly as you focused on the two men across the room.

And Spencer?

Spencer malfunctioned.

His brain short-circuited again, completely abandoning the concept of words.

Because all he could think about was the fact that no one should look that good while whispering about FBI superiors.

You noticed immediately.

And, because you were you, you pounced.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, turning to him fully, a slow grin spreading across your face. “Did you just—? Again?”

Spencer blinked rapidly, adjusting his bag strap like that might somehow fix the situation. “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Your smirk only deepened. “Spencer, I asked you to read lips, not stare at mine.”

“I wasn’t—I wasn’t staring!” he protested quickly, but his voice cracked just slightly, and you knew you had him.

You leaned in again, tilting your head playfully. “Are you sure? Because I think you like my lip gloss a lot.”

Spencer immediately turned red.

“I—I do not—”

And that’s when it hit you.

You had been teasing him for weeks now, enjoying how adorably awkward he got every time you applied your lip gloss in front of him. But why did he get flustered?

Why was he staring at your lips in the first place?

Your smirk softened into something softer, something a little more real.

“You know…” you started, voice quieter now. “You could just ask me out, Spencer.”

His eyes widened. “I—what?”

“You heard me.” You raised an eyebrow, holding his gaze. “If you like me, you could just… ask me out.”

Spencer opened his mouth, then closed it again, looking thoroughly overwhelmed.

“You—you’d say yes?” he asked hesitantly, like he genuinely couldn’t believe it.

You laughed softly. “Spence, I would’ve said yes ages ago.”

There was a beat of silence.

And then—

“Would you, um… like to go out with me?” Spencer blurted, his words rushed but sincere.

You beamed. “Yes, genius. I would.”

Before he could process that, you leaned in and pressed a quick, soft kiss to his cheek.

When you pulled back, you definitely saw the way his breath caught—the way his fingers twitched at his side, the way his gaze flickered down again.

“You like my lip gloss so much,” you teased, tapping his cheek lightly, “now you’ve got an imprint of it.”

Spencer blinked. Once. Twice.

You grabbed your bag, completely casual. “Ready to go?”

He just stared at you, like his brain was still buffering.

You had definitely broken him this time.

Suppressing a laugh, you grabbed his hand, tugging him toward the exit.

Yeah. This was your best idea yet.

[cowboybeepboop]

Wild ride

"Damn, Y/N," he murmured, running his hand through your mildly tangled hair. "You're something else."

You smile, feeling utterly sated and content. "And don't you forget it, cowboy," you reply, planting a lazy kiss onto his bare chest.

Pairing: Tyler Owens x fem! Reader

Genre: smut

Word count: 5206

Summary: Tyler comforts you through a panic attack after a storm. He then rescues you from your fight with Javi. You take a drive to a hotel and then things get very heated.

a/n: this is entirely a reader insert to the movie bc I thought it would fit so perfectly. Also this is the longest oneshot I’ve ever wrote lmao 😭 Hopefully you enjoy!

When you moved to New York it wasn’t just to get away from the place where your friends all died. It was because you couldn’t live there without feeling guilt about being the reason everyone was out there to begin with. The shame and guilt was burning you, inside and out. All for what? What did it get you? Nothing. If you couldn’t tame a tornado you were going to do everything in your power to help people prepare and get out before it was too late. So when Javi came to you asking for help with storm par, you wanted to tell him no. You wanted to say that there was no way you could ever possibly go back not after what you did.

But when he was explaining how they would be making a perfect 3D scan of the tornado and how it can be used to help save lives, you knew you had to help. He was right. You could get him close enough to the tornado in order to set up the portable units.

As time passes you find yourself more intrigued by the self proclaimed “Tornado Wrangler”, whatever that’s supposed to mean. At the same time though, he’s frustrating. Like all he cares about is chasing the storm and making money instead of realizing how much damage these things cause.

“Javi, we have to help.” You say sternly as he keeps talking about the stupid sensor. “Javi! It’s a small town, they’re going to need all the help they can get, we need to help.” He sighs.

“Alright, alright. I’ll look for it later, okay?” You press a hand to his arm gently. “You made a good call. They really do need our help.” Javi pulls off to the side of the road, taking the keys out. You quickly leave the truck and go off to help.

We worked through the afternoon, finding lost heirlooms, important documents, and small mementos that people had thought were lost forever. Each time, their faces would light up with relief, and I’d feel a small sense of satisfaction, knowing I could make a difference.

The sun had broken through the clouds, casting long shadows over the town. The cleanup was far from over, but the worst was behind us. People were starting to talk again, making plans to rebuild. There was a sense of hope in the air, fragile but growing stronger with each passing minute.

You’re watching Javi and Scott interacting with an old guy and someone who lost their bar. Your eyebrows furrow as they offer him a card. “Didn’t know storm par was in the business of helping people,” you hear the familiar cowboy’s voice ringing through the air.

”Well, from what I see they’re trying to make a difference.” You turn to look at Tyler, wrapping your arms around your upper body.

”That’s one way of putting it,” he narrows his eyes while looking behind you at Javi.

“What?” you clench your jaw.

“Do you even know who you’re chasing for?”, his voice raises slightly. ”How much more do these people got to lose before y’all are done making a difference?” His face tightens as he grinds his teeth slightly.

”Sorry, says the guy setting up shop selling t-shirts and mugs after a storm’s hit.” You turn around before he can answer. Pulling the keys Javi gave you out of your pocket. Right as you’re reaching for the door, Lily yells your name.

”Hey, take some food,” she hands you a brown takeout box and a water bottle.

”Oh, I don’t have any cash on me,” you give a half smile.

”It’s okay, that’s why we're always selling shirts and mugs, so we can help give people food.” You shake your head as your eyes widen slightly.

”Then you should keep it, in case you run out.” She hands you the water bottle.

“At least take the water, stay hydrated.” You nod and tell her to stay safe.

Once you get back to the motel you quickly take a shower. Sitting down on the bed with your laptop you look up “Marshall Riggs” you bite down on your cheek, your eyes closing after you read up on him. Pinching your nose bridge you let out a sigh, closing the device.

There’s a knock at the door, you get up slowly and open it. “Some of Javi’s crew said you were staying down by the rodeo.” You don’t say anything in return so he offers you a small pizza box. “Thought you might be hungry,” you take it and shut the door in his face.

You reopen the door, “Thank you, Tyler.” He smiles sweetly.

“How are you doin’, after all that?” Your head nods softly. “How about I show you something nice, city girl.” He offers you his arm.

”And what’s that?” Stepping out of your room you close and lock the door before taking his arm. He doesn’t reply but instead leads you to the stadium at the rodeo. The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm, golden light over the dusty rodeo grounds. The air buzzed with excitement and the scent of grilled food, mingling with the earthy smell of the arena. Families filled the bleachers, kids waving flags and clutching cotton candy, while seasoned rodeo-goers leaned against the rails, hats tipped low, eyes sharp with anticipation.

As the night wore on, the rodeo continued—steer wrestling, bronc riding, and more, each event bringing its own excitement and challenges. The crowd cheered, laughed, and gasped, caught up in the spectacle. In the arena, cowboys were competing in the team roping event. Dust kicked up as the horses thundered forward, riders expertly casting their lassos around the horns of the steers. The crowd roared with approval when a duo managed to secure a flawless catch, the announcer’s voice booming in congratulations.

“So tell me about yourself city girl,” Tyler’s voice is low and gentle.

“You know you keep calling me that,” you turn to him, “ but this isn’t my first rodeo, I grew up here in Oklahoma.” Turning back to the events in front of you.

“Would you look at that, I finally learned something about you.” His lips curve up as he admires your side profile.

Back behind the scenes, in the holding pens, a few of the seasoned ranch hands started to glance nervously at the sky. They could see it now—a line of dark, swirling clouds on the horizon, moving faster than seemed natural. A wind had picked up, too, sharper and colder than it had been just minutes ago. But the rodeo continued, the excitement and noise drowning out any sense of unease.

A leaf falls onto your head, you reach your hand up into the air as you watch the leaves fall around you. “Tyler, the air feels heavy, this isn’t right.”

In the ring, the next event was starting: the barrel racing. A young girl was about to make her run when a sharp crack of thunder boomed overhead, so loud it momentarily drowned out the announcer. The crowd murmured, looking up at the sky as the first raindrops began to fall. But as she rounded the first barrel, the wind hit, strong and fierce, whipping dust and debris across the arena. The rain intensified, turning into a heavy downpour that sent people in the stands scrambling for cover. The announcer tried to keep up the energy, but his voice was lost in the wind. In the distance, a low, ominous rumble filled the air—not thunder this time, but something far more menacing.

There's barely time to react before the rodeo’s emergency siren began to wail, a long, shrill warning that sent a chill down everyone’s spine. People were running, some heading for their cars, others diving for the nearest ditch or sturdy structure. The craze of people began pushing and trampling one another, Tyler quickly grabs a woman who fell. He helps her up to her feet and guides you toward the hotel you’re staying at.

“There! Let’s check for a basement,” you nod as you both run inside. There’s a couple arguing with the clerk, you’re checking around for a doorway that might lead to a basement. Tyler tries to ask the man working the front desk but to no avail. “Outside, there’s an empty pool.” You yell to Tyler, “we can try there” he nods and you begin leading the young mother and daughter out the door, Owen’s and the man follow close behind. Once you get the mother and girl down you jump in. Directing them toward the open piping. “Hold on there, cover her head.”

You grasp onto the pipes holding on tight as you feel Tyler’s chest pressing against your back. He keeps his hands tight around the bars, he keeps himself tight against you making sure you don’t move.

“You’re gonna be okay, keep holding on. I’ve got you. I’ve got you” he’s whispering into your ear. You tightly squeeze your eyes shut feeling as though you’re being transported back to the day when you lost everything.

It started with a flutter in your chest, like the faint rustling of wings. You tried to ignore it, chalking it up to nerves, but the flutter didn’t go away. Instead, it grew stronger, spreading through your body like wildfire. Your breathing quickened, shallow and rapid, each breath feeling like it wasn’t enough, like there wasn’t enough air.

It started with trembling hands, and then your whole body followed, shaking uncontrollably. Feeling lightheaded, as if the ground beneath you had suddenly disappeared, leaving you suspended in a void. My chest tightened, squeezing tighter and tighter, making it even harder to breathe.

As quickly as the storm had begun, it passed over. Tyler wraps his arms around you. “Y/N? Is everything okay?” Your body continues to shake as you can’t seem to breathe. “It’s okay, just follow my breathing,” he turns you around so your face is in his chest.

”Deep breaths, in and out,” Tyler gives gentle directions as he rubs his palms over your arms.

”I think I’m okay now..” your voice is soft and hoarse as you choke the words out. His cold, rough hand gently brushes the hair from your face.

“You look like you’ve been through hell tonight.” He says, while helping you out of the pool. You stifle a small laugh in response. Boone and the rest of his crew come up to the pair of you, asking if you’re both alright.

“Y/N, baby. Are you okay?” Javi appears behind you, his hands gently pressing into your hips as he pulls you into a tight hug.

Tyler feels a pang of jealousy as he watches Javi slide his hands lovingly around your hips and pull you into the hug. He tries to shake the feeling, reminding himself that it’s not his place to care. Still, he can’t help but feel a sense of protectiveness wash over him.

“I came as soon as I heard,” his eyes filled with worry as you looked up at him. “Where did you hide out? The pool?” You just nod in response, finding comfort in his arms. Javi keeps repeatedly asking if you’re okay, running his fingers through your hair and resting one hand on your waist.

“Yes, I’m okay. It’s okay,” you pull away from him, giving a soft smile. “I was with Tyler the whole time, he made sure I was okay.” He nods but his eyes flicker behind you.

“Javi, your little girlfriend is fine, now let's get to work.” Scott says loudly, catching the attention of Tyler and Lily. “Apparently this place was family owned so I’m gonna start working on numbers. Riggs is gonna want those first thing.” His voice and face are both emotionless and cold, sending a slight shiver down your spine.

“Wait wait,” you hold onto his arm. “What exactly is Riggs getting out of all your data collection?”

“What’s the matter?” He scratches his neck and awkward expression flashing over his features.

“Is profiting off of people’s tragedy part of your business plan? Why are you doing this?” You pull away from his body.

“Riggs is offering these people a way to move on with their lives.” He takes a step back from you, his voice raising slightly.

“Swooping in and taking advantage of people, who have just lost everything” you take a deep breath to steady your shaky voice “You have no idea what that’s like”

“I don’t know what that’s like?” His fist clenches “How about losing three of my best friends while you were trying to land a big fat grant for your science project?”

Your eyes fill with fresh tears as you look up at him, lip quivering. “Take your keys, I’m done.” You toss them at his feet walking off as fast as you can. Finding yourself drawn to Tyler and his wrangler team.

Tyler witnessed the whole exchange, and his protective instinct flares up again. He watches you stomp away from Javi, a mixture of anger and concern etched on his face. He notices the tears in your eyes and the wobble in your lip. He steps forward and places a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Hey, sweetheart. You okay?”

“Can you just take me somewhere please?” Your voice trembles while Javi yells after you. Asking you not to leave like this.

Tyler shoots a warning glare over his shoulder at Javi before turning back to you. “Of course, darling. Anywhere you want to go.” Owen’s voice is soft and soothing, a stark contrast to his rough exterior.

He gently takes your elbow, steering you away from Javi, and his crew. Tyler leads you over to his Truck in the parking lot where the motel once was, his hand still on your elbow. Tyler opens the passenger door and guides you onto the seat, shutting the door before making his way around to the driver's side.

A sigh escapes your lips as you relax into the seat. You softly massage your nose bridge keeping your eyes squeezed shut as a tear escapes one of your eyes.

Tyler watches you silently as you try to regain your composure. He can sense the pain and hurt radiating off of you, and he wishes he could take it all away. After a few moments, he breaks the silence. “Hey, look at me for a second.” He puts his hand on your knee rubbing small circles into your skin.

You open up your eyes, turning to look at him. Your lip still quivering slightly. Tyler’s heart aches as he looks into your tearful eyes. He reaches out and gently wipes the tear away with his thumb, his rough hands surprisingly tender against your face.

“Hey, you don’t need to worry about anything right now. You’re gonna stay with me tonight, okay?” His hand travels down your cheek as he leans over and presses a soft kiss to your forehead. Before he starts the car he reaches into the backseat pulling out one of his hats, putting it on with his signature smile.

“You know, you deserve way better than that,” he turns the keys in the ignition. “You can do way better than him anyway.” You giggle while brushing your teary eyes.

“Do you think Javi and I are a couple?” Your once sorrow filled eyes light up with your laugh. A small smile tugs at the corner of Tyler's mouth as he watches you laugh. The sight of your smile warms his heart, and the pang of jealousy eases a bit.

“I mean, he seemed pretty possessive of you back there. And the way he was touchin’ up on you…” he lets his voice trail off, his jaw clenching slightly at the memory.

“Don’t tell me that makes you jealous,” a small smirk decorates your lips. You lean closer to his side, turning your body to further face him.

Tyler’s breath hitches as you lean closer to him, a wave of electricity coursing through his veins. He tries to keep his cool, but the hint of possessiveness flickers in his eyes once again.

“Jealous? Me?” he scoffs, trying to convince himself more than you.

Your eyes light up “Oh you’re totally jealous,” you brush your fingers over the skin on his arms, moving your hand to meet his.

A shiver runs down Tyler’s spine as your fingers travel along his skin, his heartbeat quickening at your touch. He tries to maintain a cool demeanor, but the flutter in his chest gives him away.

“Jealous? Of that jackass?”, his voice a little rougher this time. He looks down at your hand in his, noticing how small and delicate it looks against his own, rough and calloused hands. He swallows hard, fighting the urge to interlace his fingers with yours.

“Is that so?” You interlock your fingers with his as you lean over to kiss his temple. “It’s okay to be jealous, just tell me you don’t like seeing other men touching me,” you whisper into his ear, your voice filled with amusement.

Tyler takes a sharp breath as you interlace your fingers with his, his hand clamping tight around yours. “It does make me jealous,” he admits, his voice a gravelly whisper. His free hand squeezes the steering wheel, the muscles in his arm flexing tightly. “Alright, I don’t like seeing other men touchin’ you.” He brushes his thumb over the top of your hand.

A blush quickly rises up your face as you squeeze his hand firmly. Resting your head against his shoulder you bite down on the inside of your cheek. “Are we almost to a hotel?” Your heart races as you feel the muscles in his arm flexing.

Tyler glances out the window at the passing scenery, trying to distract himself from the feeling of you resting against his shoulder. He clears his throat before speaking, his voice still low and rough.

“We’re almost there. Just a few more minutes.��� He rubs his thumb over your knuckles, the gentle movement betraying the tension in his body. He can’t help but steal a glance down at you, taking in your blushing face and the way you bite down on your lip. He fights the urge to pull you into his lap and press his lips against yours.

Using your free hand you run your fingers over his thigh, letting your mind wander as you think about your plans for the night. Trailing your hand closer and closer to his hips teasingly.

Tyler’s breath hitches as you run your fingers along his thigh, his body tense as you trail your hand closer to his hips. His mind starts racing with impure thoughts, visions of you pinned beneath him, your skin against his. He swallows hard, his muscles tensing further as he tries to control himself.

“You’re playin’ a dangerous game, you know that?” his voice low and rough, almost coming out as a growl.

“Yeah?” You run your fingers over his golden belt buckle, “I like dangerous games,” your tongue poking out as you lick your bottom lip.

Tyler swallows hard when you touch his golden belt buckle, his body shuddering under your touch. He shifts in his seat, trying to hide the effect you’re having on him while also struggling to keep his eyes on the road.

“Oh yeah? How dangerous are you willing to go?” he asks, his voice thick with desire. He glances down at your tongue on your lip, his eyes darkening as he imagines what it would feel like against his skin.

“That depends, love,” you press soft kisses into his neck, moving your hand from his, resting it on his chest. “How far are you gonna wanna go?” Your eyes flicker to the hotel sign as the truck pulls into the parking lot.

Tyler lets out a shaky breath as you pepper kisses along his neck, his heart stuttering at the feeling of your lips on his skin. He places a hand over yours on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart thundering beneath your touch.

“Damn, darlin’, you’re really testing my limits right now.” he manages to say, his voice a growl. “But if it were up to me I’d go as far as you’d let me.”

He looks out the window as the truck pulls into the hotel parking lot, his mind racing with all the possibilities that the night holds. He leaps out of the truck running to your side to open the door for you.

“Well, you better hurry up and find us a room then,” you shut the door behind you. You pull the hat from his head, placing it on yours.

Tyler watches you stride ahead of him, his eyes drinking in the sight of his hat sitting on your head. He adjusts his jeans, trying to hide the stiffness growing in his groin as he follows you up to the hotel check-in desk.

“You’re a damn tease, you know that?” he mutters to you as he gets the room keys from the attendant. You flash him an innocent smile as you step into the elevator.

“But you’re too cute when you’re flustered.” Looking up at him you press both hands against his well-built abs. You slip your thigh between his legs as he reaches for the buttons on the elevator, pressing into his groin.

Tyler’s breath hitches at the feel of your hands on his stomach, his muscles flexing under your touch. His heart nearly pounds out of his chest as your thigh brushes against his stiffness, a guttural groan escaping his lips at the contact.

“Jesus, darlin'...you’re gonna be the death of me.” he pants, the words thick with lust. He struggles with the elevator buttons, his hands fumbling as his mind becomes increasingly clouded with need.

You stand up on your tippy toes to whisper in his ear “That’s the plan,”. You move one hand up to his jaw, pulling his face to yours. “Are you gonna kiss me yet?” You mumble.

Tyler swallows hard as you tease his ear with your hot breath, his body growing taut with desire. He looks down at your face, his gaze fixated on your lips as you speak. The words send a shiver down his spine, his restraint slipping by the second.

“You want me to kiss you, darlin’?” his lips hover just above your own. He runs a thumb across your lower lip, his eyes darkened by lust.

“Tyler, I want you to do much more than just kiss me.” Your arms wrap around his neck as you press your chest against his. “Please,” you breathe out. The elevator dings as you get to the floor of your room.

Tyler’s control snaps at your words, a low growl escaping his lips as you press against him. He grabs your waist, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulls you close, the pleading tone of your voice nearly undoing him.

“Don’t gotta ask me twice, darlin’” He mutters, his voice low and gravelly. He picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you out of the elevator and towards your room. You giggle into his ear while he unlocks the door.

Tyler grins at the sound of your giggles, his chest rumbling with a satisfied chuckle. He kicks the hotel door open, his eyes locking on the queen-sized bed in the center of the room. He sets you down on the edge of the bed, towering over you as he places his hands on your thighs. You both kick your shoes off really quickly before getting back to it.

Your hand goes to the back of his neck as you pull his face to yours. You kiss him with hunger. Your free hand sliding up his shirt as you feel his smooth abs.

Tyler groans deep in his throat as you pull him towards you, his body responding instantly to your touch. He devours your lips with a primal need, his tongue exploring your mouth as he presses his body up against yours. His muscles twitch under your hand, fire spreading through his veins as you glide your fingers across his abs.

“Goddamn it, Y/N… you're makin' me crazy.” he gasps, his voice thick with desire. He kisses you again, his hands roaming up your thighs, tracing the curves of your body with rough yet tender caresses.

Your hands trail down his abdomen, landing on his belt buckle once again. Your fingers fumble with his belt before successfully pulling it out. Breaking the kiss you quickly remove your shirt, throwing it to the corner of the room.

“Mm Ty…” sucking on your bottom lip as you lean back on your hands while looking up at him seductively.

Tyler sucks in a sharp breath, his body tensing under your touch. Once you remove your shirt, revealing the soft skin beneath, his gaze trails over your body, his eyes darkened by lust. He watches you lean back on the bed, your eyes locking with his in a sultry gaze.

“Mmm darlin’...” you sit up and pull him closer by the loops on his jeans, his strong legs coming between your own, spreading them apart. Lifting up his shirt you press kisses all over his tanned skin.

He reaches his hand out to touch your exposed skin, his fingers gently tracing your collarbone. “Then why don’t you do something about it baby?” You ask in a low tone.

His hands rest on your waist, pulling you closer as you spread your legs even wider for him. “Oh baby, you don't know what you're gettin' yourself into” he whispers, his voice rumbling with need.

He suddenly grips your hips tightly and flips you onto your back, his body hovering over yours as he pins you against the bed. Reaching up you pull his shirt over his head almost moaning at the sight of his toned body.

He smirks as he watches your eyes rake over him, his ego growing at your reaction. “You like what you see, Y/N?” He asks, his voice rough with desire as he looks down at you, his body pressing against yours.

“Most definitely,” you capture his lips in a deep kiss, maneuvering to put him on his back, straddling his hips. Moving back you unbutton his jeans and slide the zipper down. Pulling the pants off his hips you smile to yourself as you see how worked up you got him. Your hand slips into his boxers wrapping around his length.

He lets out a guttural moan, body arching into yours at the contact. “Oh God, baby…” he gasps, his eyes fluttering shut as he lets out a string of curses. Tyler's sharp intake of breath was your reward, and you relish in the feeling of power it gives you. He grips the bed sheets tightly as you pull his dick out, wrapping your lips around the tip.

“Fuck,” he moans as you pull off and sit back on the bed, making sure your teasing antics continue. All you really want is for Tyler to take complete control and you know exactly how to make him. With slow, purposeful movements, you remove your bra, freeing your breasts and running gentle hands over your own body, nipples hardening under your touch. Then you sit back, pulling your panties off, giving him a show.

Tyler's breathing quickens, his desire palpable. "Damn it, Y/N, you know what I want," he said, his voice thick with need. "Stop teasing and give it to me."

A slow, seductive smile spreads across your face. "I'm not teasing, Tyler," you say, reaching for his hand and placing it on your thigh. "I'm just getting started." Guiding his hand, you slowly part your legs, exposing your wet, eager pussy to his touch. Tyler's fingers delve between the folds, his touch both gentle and demanding. You moan, eyebrows furrowing as you squeeze your eyes shut, your head falling back while you relish in the sensation.

"That's it," you whisper, eyes fluttering shut as your eyebrows furrow with pleasure. "Touch me, Tyler. Make me cum." Your voice comes out in a gentle beg.

Tyler's other hand joins the first, exploring your most intimate places, his thumbs circling your clit as he plunged his fingers into the tight hole. Your hips buck as you begin riding his hands with waves of pleasure crashing over you.

"Yes, just like that," you pant, your body trembling. "Oh, God, Tyler, don't stop. I'm so close."

Tyler quickens his pace, his eyes never leaving yours as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge. "Cum for me, Y/N," he commanded, his voice hoarse with desire. "Let me feel you fall apart."

With a sharp cry, you climax, your body shaking uncontrollably as pleasure rips through your entire body. Tyler continues working his magic, drawing out your orgasm and prolonging the exquisite sensation.

Finally, as the waves of pleasure subside, you collapse into the bed, your chest heaving as you try to catch a breath. Tyler hovers over your frame, his eyes smoldering with a mixture of triumph and desire.

"That," he said, his voice raw, "was just the beginning. Especially after all of that teasing you did,” his voice low and sultry. Tyler's lips curve into a devilish smile as he positions himself between your trembling legs. In one smooth thrust, he enters you, filling you completely. Moaning at the stretch, your body welcomes the invasion.

Tyler begin to move, his hips driving into you with a rhythmic pace. Meeting his thrusts, your nails digging into his back as you urge him on. The bed creaks in time with their passionate dance, the sound of your guys’s passionate gasps and moans filling the room.

"Harder, Tyler," you moan, your body craving much more. "Fuck me harder."

Tyler obliges, his movements becoming more urgent as he plunges into you again and again. The room echos with the sounds of your carnal coupling, the air heavy with the scent of sex.

Your body coils tight once more, climbing towards another orgasm. "I'm gonna cum again," you cry out, voice hoarse. "Don't stop, Tyler, please don't stop."

Tyler grunts his response, his own orgasm building. He reaches between their bodies, his fingers finding your slightly swollen clit and rubbing it in circles. It was all the stimulation you needed, and with a shout of release, you shatter into pieces, juices flooding around Tyler's hard cock.

Feeling you contracting around him, Tyler finally let go, thrusting deeply into you. Moaning into your ear as he spilled his seed, filling you with his warmth. You both cling to each other, breathing coming in ragged gasps as the two of you ride out the waves of your shared ecstasy. Collapsing onto the bed, bodies still joined, Tyler rolls onto his back, bringing your exhausted body with him so laying sprawled on top of him.

"Damn, Y/N," he murmured, running his hand through your mildly tangled hair. "You're something else."

You smile, feeling utterly sated and content. "And don't you forget it, cowboy," you reply, planting a lazy kiss onto his bare chest.

a/n (again): sorry just wanted to say that I’m working on making some more twisters smut, but i also have top gun maverick smut if y’all wanna check that out 😝🙏

[yourmoonie]

Let's talk about manifestation. And what it means to "feel it real"

When I go into my imagination and feel my desires as if they've already come true, I often find I don't need them to "manifest" in the 3D, because I already know that they are mine.

A simple example of this would be:

• I was told I’d be paid to do a specific project for someone. Even though the money isn't in my account yet, it doesn't affect my behavior in the physical world. I’m in this “state of mind” where I already feel successful, and I walk around with that excitement and confidence.

• For example, after hearing about the project, I start to carry myself differently. I feel more confident, motivated, and at ease. I even treat myself to a celebration, knowing that the payment is on its way. I network more, share my ideas freely, and take on new challenges with enthusiasm because, in my mind, I am already successful. The anticipation and joy of receiving the payment fuel my actions and interactions.

• Soon enough, the payment comes through, but the transformation in my mindset has already made a significant impact. It teaches me that feeling successful and fulfilled in my imagination can change my reality, leading to real-world success and opportunities.

Sometimes, the satisfaction and fulfillment I experience in my imagination are so real that I no longer crave their physical manifestation (even though I know it will eventually happen).

As I like to say "The times will pass anyway, so I don't have anything to lose"

If I can experience anything and everything right now at this specific moment, then why worry? Yeah that's right! It's like I can achieve and feel everything I want within my mind, and this brings me immense peace and contentment.

The time is NOW, this MOMENT

Back then, I used to make the mistake of holding back from feeling my wishes were fulfilled until they actually happened because I was scared of being disappointed. Even though I knew I couldn’t really fail, the fear of letdown was stronger. Over time, I learned that everything starts in our imagination and then becomes real.

1) "You become rich in your mind/imagination, then in your physical reality"

2) "If you can see it in your mind, you can hold it in your hand" - Bob Proctor

Imagination is the real deal.

And imagination doesn't mean vivid visualization.

In this case:

Imagination ≠ visualization

Imagination = inner knowing

Now, I let myself fully enjoy the feeling of my desires in my imagination, and the physical world just follows along.

Just a silly example from my early days of my loass journey: I once visualized having a perfect day with friends, picturing every laugh and moment of joy. The happiness I felt in my imagination was so real that I didn't feel the need to make it happen in reality. Eventually, a day like that did occur, but the joy I experienced in my imagination was just as fulfilling.

feeling ≠ emotion

There is so so much I would like to share but as for this post that is all ✨️

[kyoshitargaryen]

a neurodivergent breakdown of the 3D and 4D for manifesting + shifting

key: 3D — the physical world, what you experience in your current reality, intrusive thoughts, emotions ; 4D — imagination, visualization / affirmation for manifestations and desired realities, intentional thoughts, beliefs

table of contents — brief explanation of 3D and 4D – living in the 4D – on belief (and believing even when you don't believe) – decentring the 3D – participating in the 3D

for the longest time, I couldn't grasp how to participate in the 3D without feeling as though I was invalidating or preventing my manifestations. I'm not gonna lie, this was most likely my autism skewing my view.

I naturally have a very black-and-white, rigid way of thinking. many neurodivergent people do, and if you're one of us, or maybe you need a little confirmation that what you're doing is right, stick around for an easy (or easier?) to grasp explanation.

brief explanation of the 3D and 4D

the 3D and the 4D are intimately tied together, with the 3D being a dependent variable and the 4D being an independent one

dependent variable — a variable (denoted by y) whose value is determined by that of another independent variable — a variable (denoted by x) whose value is being changed on its own, not by the influence of another variable

in other words, the 4D is the cause, and the 3D is the effect. if you follow the law of assumption and neville goddard, you've likely heard the quote "consciousness is the only reality." as in, the things we pay attention to, shape our reality. neville goddard says that our reality — the people we interact with, the things we experience, the opportunities given to us — are directly tied to and mirror our subconscious.

living in the 4D

just like a knot can be tied, our reality can be both made and unmade. the 3D is pliable and moldable. in order to do so, we must live in the 4D, as in, live in imagination.

living in imagination isn't simply daydreaming about what you wish to manifest, it's about actively embodying the perception of already having your desire.

if I were to want to manifest being an incredible singer, I would act as though I were, even if in reality my singing could break eardrums. I would sing my favourite songs without worrying about whether or not I was good, because I already know that I am great.

since the 4D directly causes change to the 3D, it is what we do and believe in imagination that will be reflected in reality. what we believe is what we get. if I were to be insecure and believe that I were a terrible singer, the 3D would show me that I was a terrible singer.

living in the 4D means we cannot focus on getting our desire in the 3D, as that would be pedestaling the 3D and grounding yourself in it. just like you cannot centre men in your life as a woman for the sake of your emotional health and self-esteem, you cannot centre the 3D for the sake of your manifestations.

on belief + believing even when you don't believe

this was a really difficult concept for me to grasp. how can I believe in something when I know it's not true? how can I fake a belief?

it's actually terribly easy to. the first step to believing when you don't believe is persistence.

have you ever had an ironic inside joke with your friends, or just did something ironically? I guarantee you, over time it became a natural part of your life, your vocabulary, your mannerisms. that's because your subconscious doesn't know when you're kidding. your subconscious is probably more autistic than you are, in that it will take what you say or do at face value and apply it to your personality. (really makes you think about how often self-deprecating jokes aligns with poor mental health, huh?)

that's why persistence is key. even if at first you don't believe, continue to enforce the idea that you do until it actually manifests within your mind.

decentring the 3D

I came up with this idea after hearing about the feminist concept of decentring men.

what is decentring men?

the concept of decentring men is to turn away from patriarchal and male-centric perspectives and beliefs, instead turning inward and focusing on your own wants, wishes, desires, and needs. instead of looking for validation through men or other social means, you simply validate yourself. where you may have valued the social norm or others, you instead place yourself at the centre of your own life.

how can we decentre the 3D?

just like the patriarchy has taught us to seek validation from external factors like men, the world has taught us to find validation in what is right in front of us — the 3D.

like decentring men, we must learn how to find satisfaction and validation in the 4D instead of seeking instant gratification from the 3D. there are many ways to do this, including;

understanding that you are in fact in your DR / already have your manifestations

it's agreed that time is not linear, it is simply that our brain processes it as such. even if you do not personally believe in shifting or the multiverse, it has been widely agreed that time moves in all directions, not just forward. by that reasoning, you already have your desire, and you're already in your desired reality, because events exist even when our brains have not yet processed them.

take the 3D as though it were someone doubting you

have you ever expressed a dream, desire, aspiration to someone, only to be told you could never do it or it's not possible? think of the 3D as being the same way. what do you do then?

prove them wrong. brush it off your shoulders. read my post about how to do this here.

Schrödinger's Cat — understanding that you are in your DR until you allow yourself to view otherwise

Schrödinger's cat is a thought experiment that boils down to the fact that we cannot guarantee an outcome if we do not experience it, i.e. a quantum superposition, which is the principal that something can exist or be represented by multiple values (or outcomes).

the cat is both alive and dead on a quantum level, until we observe an outcome. a path has not yet been carved until we align ourselves to one. you may benefit from my post on the butterfly effect and how it validates shifting and infinite realities, which you can read here.

close your eyes. you are both in your desired reality and your original reality until you prove to yourself otherwise, as in, opening your eyes. at the same time, thanks to infinite realities, you are both in your desired reality, your original reality, and infinite more until you choose to become aware of one singular reality.

when you choose to shift, you are in your desired reality until you allow yourself to come back to your original reality, by quitting. lean into that knowledge — allow yourself to truly feel that when you visualize, affirm, or try to shift to your DR, you are genuinely there. find validation and satisfaction in that. allow yourself to say I shifted whenever you do those things.

as to how you can let yourself say you've shifted when in terms of the 3D, you haven't — that's what the next section is all about.

participating in the 3D

how can we live in the 4D, find satisfaction in the 4D, all without abandoning the 3D? how can we participate in the 3D without forsaking our manifestations?

have you ever been in a situation where you know something, but the other person doesn't know that you know it? let's say you want to hear this person's unfiltered perspective, without justifications or explanations, to see what they add or leave out. you may act shocked to find out information you already knew, angry on their behalf when you know it is them who is actually in the wrong, or confused when you actually aren't.

do exactly that with the 3D, treat it like you would a lying friend or boyfriend when you want to collect all information. you can still be honest about the events in the 3D and your experience with them while also not letting them influence your internal world and 4D.

you don't and shouldn't post success stories publicly if you haven't done them in the 3D, but you can absolutely allow yourself such within your own mind. keep 3D events in the 3D, and keep 4D events in the 4D.

in the 3D, I'm an awful singer and will admit so, but within the 4D and my own mind, I am brilliant and beautiful.

living in the 4D doesn't mean to lie, it just means to compartmentalize your actions in the 3D and the 4D into separate boxes. this includes allowing yourself to feel emotions like frustration, sadness, doubt. let yourself feel them, let them pass, and then realign with your manifestations.

treat the 3D as though it were friend group one, where you act one way, and treat the 4D as if it were friend group two, where you act a different way.

treat your 4D self as though it were the 3D's child, and your 3D self as though it were the 4D's parent. you wouldn't want your child to see you sad, angry, or scared. you wouldn't want your child to see you feeling like things were out of control or not guaranteed. you would instead excuse yourself to a private moment, feel everything you need to in your own presence, and then return to your child more assured. make your child feel as though its dreams are guaranteed and already there. preserve your child's joy, belief, and innocence. do all of that for the 4D.

that's all for now! I hope this helps you all as much as it has helped me

yoshi!!

[ilovecatfr]

Hello, how are you, I hope you are well, can you tell me how to enter the void with the internal manalog, I need to do it, I need to enter the void state

Okay so a little run down of how to get in void or become consciousness with inner monologue since couple of people are asking me for it

The void is essentially a state of pure awareness where you’re detached from the physical (3D) world. When you use inner monologue, you’re engaging your mind in a focused yet relaxed way that can redirect your attention inward, away from the outside world.

1. Start with simple awareness: Get comfortable, close your eyes if that helps, and begin talking to yourself. It could be anything—describing what you feel, reassuring yourself, or even imagining a conversation with your higher self. There's really no limit on what you can think about.

2. Focus on your thoughts, then detach: As you continue the inner monologue, let go of judgment and allow the words to flow naturally. Eventually, instead of being caught up in the “content” of the words, shift your focus to the awareness of having thoughts. This awareness starts to dissolve the distractions of the 3D world. (In more simple words let of of the judgement because thats letting go of your ego and this is good because the void or consciousness doesn't have a ego. Focus on awareness= your thoughts will become naturally flow where your detaching and you are able to just watch your thoughts flow. So instead of engaging in them just watch them don't interact)

3. Ease into stillness: Once you're focused on awareness itself, allow the monologue to quiet down gradually. You'll notice a point where you become more aware of the space or silence between your thoughts.

4. Surrender and be: The void isn't something you have to "achieve"—it's already there beneath all the noise. Use your inner monologue as a tool to guide yourself inward and then surrender.

BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY: don't overthink it or stress this. Void or pure consciousness isn't something you never done, you just don't remember doing it. It not supposed to be difficult unless you are making it difficult (sorry guys). And also if it doesn't go step by step like described in the post that okay! It different for everybody but the most important thing is to let it happen naturally.