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Morphing with Morph Transition

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[another-ai-belly-blog]

[contac]

[transfemshard]

I know that anon meant Sonic but the idea of Sonic and Amy getting gender envy from each other is really funny

[gummybugg]

So apparently Word can do way more than I thought it did

[ramonakruger]

[tutorexcel]

How to Make Beautiful PPT Slides Morph Transitions

[trollocs-ooc]

Bringing back AU sparknotes because fuck you read my nonsensical god!au lore

"THG is the god of the earth, death, evolution, destruction.

TMG is the goddess of the water, life, tradition and creation.

"The sea is the cradle, and the earth is the grave."

She is creation, He is destruction. She is the order and He is the chaos. They keep an eternal balance between Them, you can't have one without the other.

Keep in mind: Elil isnt a reincarnation of TMG like Riki is of THG. Though you could say they were drawn to each other cosmically, i suppose.

Also the other normal gods aren't related to the elder gods. Because thatd imply some things. Umm think of it like the elder gods creations instead, not all creations imply genetic relation or children. Like If you make statues out of clay, that doesn't mean theyre your kids."

bullshit i just wrote from my ellipsus rambling because even google notes wants to scrape your goddamn data now

[xyywrites]

How to Introduce and End Flashbacks

Introducing a Flashback

Through Sensory Triggers A sound, smell, or physical sensation can catapult a character into a memory. Example: The faint scent of jasmine wafted through the open window, pulling her back to her grandmother’s garden. She could almost feel the warm sun on her back as they planted flowers together, her grandmother’s laugh ringing in her ears. Sensory cues are especially effective because they feel immediate and relatable.

Using an Object or Photo Physical items are natural prompts for reminiscing. Example: He picked up the crumpled letter, its edges worn with age. As his eyes scanned the familiar handwriting, the years fell away. He was 16 again, reading those very words for the first time.

Dialogue That Sparks a Memory A conversation can easily lead to a flashback when a particular word or phrase resonates. Example: “You always overthink everything,” she said, laughing. He froze. Those were the exact words his father had thrown at him that night, before slamming the door and leaving for good.

A Character’s Internal Reflection This works well in introspective or emotional scenes. Example: As she stared at the divorce papers, her mind drifted to the first time they’d met.

A Sudden Triggering Event High-emotion events often cause memories to resurface. Example: The screech of tires on asphalt sent a cold shiver down her spine. In a heartbeat, she was back on that icy road, watching headlights careen toward her father’s car.

Dream or Hallucination For a more surreal tone, a dream or hallucination can segue into a flashback. Example: The dream unfolded like a reel of film, showing her the beachside house they’d once called home. She saw herself, small and wide-eyed, chasing the waves as her father’s voice called out in laughter.

Abrupt, Emotional Break For intense moments, an abrupt flashback can mimic a real-life flood of memory. Example: The argument escalated, he slammed his fist on the table. The sound echoed in her ears, morphing into the memory of her father’s hand hitting the dining room table, his voice booming in anger.

Ways to End a Flashback

Tie Back to the Trigger Return to the sensory cue or object that initiated the flashback. Example: The scent of jasmine faded, and she blinked, back in her office. The garden was gone, replaced by the gray walls and the cold glow of her computer screen.

Return to Present Action Use a sharp, present-day event to jolt the character back. Example: “Hey, are you even listening?” Her coworker’s voice snapped her out of the memory. She turned, realizing she’d been staring at the clock for minutes. OR “Are you okay?” His voice cut through the silence, pulling her out of the memory. She nodded quickly, hiding her unease.

Reinforce the Emotional Impact Show how the flashback has affected the character’s current emotions or decisions. Example: The memory left her hands trembling. She wiped her eyes quickly, unwilling to let the tears win this time. She had a meeting to face.

Transition with a Parallel Action Use a seamless flow between the past and present through similar actions or emotions. Example: In the memory, she had dropped the vase, its shattering echoing in the quiet house. Back in the present, her hand hovered over a similar vase on the shelf. She hesitated, her breath shallow, before carefully setting it down as if the past might repeat itself.\

Narrative Reflection Let the character or narrator explicitly acknowledge the memory and its significance. Example: She exhaled, shaking off the memory like dust from an old book. It didn’t matter anymore, she told herself, but her heart still felt heavy.

Anchor to the Setting Bring the reader’s focus back to the surroundings. Example: The memory faded, and she was left staring at the cracked pavement under her feet, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows over the street.

[cestvreth]

Had a dream abt someone I havemt seen in over a year amd they were flirting with me

As if they had never gotten over their crush from me from 12 years ago

[another-ai-belly-blog]

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[metaldevilll]

God having new feelings for a character is so weird cause i feel so many things for them and i KNOW i will f/o them but i can't call them that yet or i will explode

[tutorexcel]

Secret Tricks Using PowerPoint Morph Transitions Part 2

[deer0skullz]

Love (sarcasm) that when trans men talk about experiencing misogyny people say we’ll “claim to be women when it suits us”.

This may be a shocker to you but it’s almost like when you’re assigned one gender at birth and you transition to another, you gain a unique relationship with both genders and don’t just morph into always having been a man who has total male privilege and has never identified or been perceived as a woman in his entire life.

What was even the point of us building decades of theory around gender being a complex social construct if have of yous are just going to fucking forget it.

[fudgeez]

The Weight of Their Gaze - AESPA X FEM READER

Synopsis: When Le Sserafim's youngest member, Y/N, silences a scandal-mongering MC, she unknowingly ignites a dangerous obsession within Aespa. What starts as admiration morphs into a chilling possessiveness.

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Warnings : 18+ | yandere poly ot4 | men and minors dni

The MC, known for provoking drama, brings up recent controversies surrounding HYBE (Le Sserafim's label). Their questions are phrased to subtly imply Le Sserafim's involvement or responsibility, clearly aiming for a dramatic reaction.

The crimson velvet curtains shimmered as Le Sserafim took the stage. The roar of the crowd—a tidal wave of light and sound—washed over Y/N, the youngest member. She stood beside her unnies, a serene smile playing on her lips, but her sharp, observant eyes scanned the audience.

Tonight was a big night, the culmination of months of hard work. But the air crackled with a tension Y/N couldn't ignore. She had felt the weight of unseen eyes on her and her group since they had entered the venue, a palpable intensity radiating from a table near the front.

The MC, a man known for his controversial questions, stepped forward, his smile predatory.

"Le Sserafim, congratulations on your recent successes! But, of course, there’s been… well, let’s talk about your label. How do you, as a group, navigate these turbulent times? I mean, you have a big reputation, and you're one of the top girl groups."

The question hung in the air, thick with unspoken accusations. Y/N's unnies exchanged worried glances, their discomfort evident. The pressure to respond diplomatically was heavy.

A fierce, protective instinct surged within Y/N. Before anyone else could speak, she stepped forward, her voice calm and steady.

"Oh, you mean the issue that has absolutely nothing to do with us and everything to do with people meddling in things that don’t concern them? Yes, we're fully aware of the public's fascination with irrelevant matters. We're also aware that we’re here to celebrate the award music, not entertain gossip."

A wave of gasps rippled through the audience, echoed by the other idols present at the event. This was quickly followed by applause.

The MC, his smile faltering, stammered out a hasty transition to the next segment.

As Le Sserafim returned to their seats, they could clearly hear the murmurs from the other idols.

"Daebak!"

"I think she deserves to be the leader."

And many more.

As Y/N walked back, her gaze briefly locked with Aespa.

Karina, the leader, felt a surge of admiration for the maknae’s unwavering protectiveness. Giselle, a smirk playing on her lips, was captivated by the sharp wit that had effortlessly sliced through the tension. Winter, her gaze intense, was drawn to the quiet confidence radiating from Y/N. And Ningning, her eyes gleaming, saw the hidden fire beneath the composed surface.

"She’s… something," Ningning murmured, her voice barely audible above the applause.

"More than something," Karina replied, her eyes never leaving Y/N.

Y/N's POV

As soon as we arrived backstage, a wave of idols approached, offering words of encouragement.

"Fighting!"

"That was amazing, Y/N!"

"You really spoke up for your group. Respect!"

Their support warmed my heart, but a lingering weight still pressed down on my chest. I knew that while I had defended Le Sserafim, the consequences of my words were inevitable.

The moment we stepped into our waiting room, our manager was already there, arms crossed and an exasperated look on her face.

"Y/N, you know what will happen," she said, her voice sharp yet controlled.

I met her gaze and simply nodded. I had expected this. Speaking out on live television was never without repercussions, but I refused to let my group be treated unfairly. No one deserved to be put on the spot like that, especially when we were there to celebrate our hard work, not answer baseless gossip.

"I know," I replied, my voice steady. I sank onto the sofa, letting out a quiet sigh.

Sakura unnie, always the warmest, sat beside me and gently placed a hand on my arm.

"Thank you, maknae, but next time, let us handle it, okay?" she said softly before pulling me into a hug.

I leaned into her warmth, feeling the silent support from my members. They understood why I had spoken up, but they also worried for me.

Kazuha chuckled, shaking her head. "That was so cool, though. You really shut him down."

Chaewon unnie smirked. "The way his smile just disappeared? Priceless."

Eunchae giggled beside her. "Maknae on top for real!"

Despite the tension, laughter filled the room, easing the atmosphere. I smiled, feeling a little lighter knowing they had my back.

After a while, I felt a dryness in my throat and decided to get a soft drink. Our manager, who had softened slightly, offered to go instead, but I shook my head.

"I’ll go. I just need a moment alone," I assured her.

She sighed but nodded, and I stepped out into the quiet hallway.

The cool air brushed against my skin as I made my way toward the vending machine. The distant hum of activity from the main event still echoed faintly, but here, away from the flashing lights and probing eyes, I finally had a moment to breathe.

As I reached into my pocket for change, I heard footsteps approaching. Before I could turn, a familiar voice called out my name.

As I reached into my pocket for change, a cold can was suddenly pressed into my hand.

Startled, I looked up, my fingers curling instinctively around the drink.

"You looked like you needed this,"

a voice murmured.

I turned and found myself face-to-face with Giselle. Her smile was gentle—too gentle. There was something deliberate in her presence, as if she had been waiting for the perfect moment to step in.

"Thank you Sunbae," I said, my tone even. My eyes, however, narrowed slightly. I hadn’t missed the way aespa had been watching me throughout the night, their glances lingering just a bit too long. This encounter didn’t feel like mere coincidence.

Giselle tilted her head slightly, studying me with an unreadable expression. "You were amazing up there," she continued, her tone warm yet measured. "You really handled that situation with class."

"Thank you," I replied again—polite, but cautious. Compliments were nice, but I wasn’t naive. There was more to this conversation than admiration.

Before I could step away, another presence joined us—Winter.

"We were all really impressed," she said, her voice smooth, gaze locking onto mine. "It's admirable."

A shiver traced down my spine. Something about the way she said it, the way her gaze lingered, felt heavier than the words themselves.

I could feel it—the weight of their attention. The way they were analyzing me, dissecting every response, every movement.

Giselle crossed her arms, leaning casually against the vending machine. "Not everyone has it, though."

I took a sip of my drink, letting the cool liquid ease my throat. "No, they don’t."

Silence stretched between us, thick with unspoken words. A quiet challenge.

Then, the sound of approaching footsteps.

"Winter. Giselle."

Karina’s voice cut through the tension, steady and unreadable. I turned just as she stopped a few feet away, arms folded, watching the exchange with an expression that was hard to decipher. Behind her, Ningning’s sharp gaze flickered between me and the others, curiosity gleaming in her eyes.

Winter and Giselle exchanged a glance before stepping back slightly.

"We were just talking," Winter said, her tone laced with something unspoken.

Karina nodded once, then shifted her gaze to me. There was something there—understanding, curiosity… maybe even respect.

Giselle smirked. "See you around, Y/N."

Winter hesitated for a fraction of a second before following, casting me one last glance before disappearing down the hall with the others.

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.

I wasn’t sure what they wanted just yet—but something told me this wouldn’t be the last time I’d find myself under their watchful eyes.

I wasn’t wrong.

Because now, here I was in the same room as Aespa once again. Giselle and Ningning, their bodies bare and gleaming in the soft light, moved with a fluid grace, their attention solely focused on me. Their kisses, once fleeting and tentative, were now deep and possessive, branding me as theirs. The taste of their lip gloss, a mix of sweet berries and something subtly metallic, filled my senses, a constant reminder of their claim.

My skin burned where their touches lingered, a mix of fear and an unwelcome, confusing heat. Their hands explored every curve and hollow of my body, their touch both reverent and demanding. I tried to push them away, to create some semblance of space, but they were relentless, their movements coordinated and purposeful.

Karina and Winter sat on a nearby armchair, their expressions unreadable. They watched the scene unfold with a detached intensity, their eyes gleaming with a possessive satisfaction. There was no pity, no remorse, only a cold, calculating hunger.

The memory faded, replaced by the reality of their touch, their kisses, their overwhelming presence. I was trapped, caught in their web, their obsession with a suffocating blanket. I could feel their desire, their hunger, their need to possess me completely.

"You're so beautiful, Y/N," Giselle murmured, her lips trailing down my neck. "So perfect."

"We're going to take care of you," Ningning whispered, her voice laced with a dark possessiveness. "We're going to protect you from everything."

Their words, meant to reassure, only fueled my fear. I knew that their protection was a cage, their love a suffocating hold. I was theirs, body and soul, and I didn't know if I would ever escape.