#also the video is from tiktok I'm on tiktok now

[e-o-xo-e]

I manifested my dream life and shifted after 4 years 🥹🥹🥹

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I don’t want to make this too long but I fucking did it!

To start, my journey in various “manifesting” communities has been incredibly long. I've known about subliminals since 2017, then I learned about the shifting community in early 2021, and then I discovered the void community in late 2022. Of all the platforms I've explored (like YouTube, Reddit, Amino, and other anonymous forums), I think that Tumblr is by far the most helpful and limitless, despite its minor issues.

I'm sharing this with you because, believe me when I say, I've seen it all. I’ve truly seen it all. In the subliminal community, I've witnessed every racist scandal, grooming victim exposé, fake death from creators, fake results scandals, fake respawners, shifting lies, and other content creator conflicts. On Amino, I saw all the racist mod scandals, fake shifting stories, TikTok information drama, and the grooming document that exposed liars and weirdos on DRSU and DRA. On Reddit, I've witnessed all the subliminal drama unfold. I saw the drama about results and the beef with the MABA creator. I saw the shifting community getting trolled by anti-shifters after that one YouTube video that was made by the odd1out, I saw all the people being exposed for their lies etc. One of the main shifting success posters even said that she thinks she might be mentally ill and left the community. Another successful shifter I worshipped and talked to turned back to Islam, and called me a sinning freak that she’s going to pray for before she left as well. I saw the drama between the shifting community vs subliminals, AP, and the lucid dreaming sub who called shifters delusional mentally ill liars.

Of course on Tumblr, I was present for the Angel and Maya drama, the Winter and Roselle drama, I saw all the bloggers being exposed for their fake stories, watched Angel and Unique show unhinged behavior, the Sanita situation, and I was a victim of the Kira and Thalia void scam. I have seen some terrible things too and I have been “cursed” which proves once again that’s not possible unless you assume it to be. Someone even supposedly told me my parents and I would die by hex (??), and I would never manifest anything all because I said anyone who requires payment for anything related to manifesting is suspicious. People have told me to harm myself in my DMs over trivial things, small disagreements, miscommunications, and so much more…..

I've genuinely seen it all. These communities can be so unserious at times, lol. But despite all the nonsense, I persevered. And now, I am beyond relieved that I can finally stop mindlessly scrolling through these demented apps and live my dream life.

What I Manifested:

💌Immortality in my waiting room and changing to being my “home reality.” anytime I die or before I shift to any reality I’ll just go there. I also share this wr with a couple of shifring friends I met online, it is also “their” home reality as well. I also don’t keep memories in my drs so it just makes it easier. This had always been my true desire but thank you for Irene on amino and jay ( @heliosoll )on tumblr for making me realize how possible this all was and giving me hope I wasn’t out of my mind.

I know I don’t seem super excited and that’s because I’ve already shifted and been to my WR. I’m also going to go to so many drs and explore a bunch of my fav anime’s, shows, movies, books, and realities I’ve created. I’m going to relive some of my past, and explore the future with shifting as well. Guys, I’m screaming from the rooftops - everything is possible; we are just consciousness. I am god. I am immortal; I will live whatever lives I want. Please don’t give up - the world is yours.

This if from both a year ago and from my success the second time

💌 being able to shift whenever (not making that mistake again)

💌Desired face and desired body. I am so gorgeous ugh, I’m so happy.

💌Being the beauty standards (metaphorical) black women; you are so gorgeous, revised look or not, start embodying that now.

💌Anyone who harms me or wants to harm me receives karma. You know that one TikTok sound that’s like “I’m not gonna fix it because if I fix it I’m going to jail.” Yeah 💗 I’ll leave it to the universe.

💌Manifested my own wish chakra just for fun lol. I like meditating so after l 15 minutes I can make a wish and it will come true ! (Only if I truly desire it if course)

💌Pinterest lifestyle and clothes. Looking at all my clothes.. I wanted to cry

💌Revised parents. I am African, sooo yea I revised all their annoying, abusive, cultural habits I hated… I also revised my entire extended family because they’re so nosey, traditional, and always in someone’s business for no reason lol. Honestly, I got rid of most of them. I also manifested that we’re moving into our dream home! I am very excited for that.

💌Having the best comebacks and responses. I used to be a people pleaser, and everyone walked all over me and disrespected me for fun. I will not relive that anymore.

💌Perfect health. Why was my body doing weird stuff every day in the past, I can’t tell you. I had things wrong with me I couldn’t even explain but that is obviously the old story.

💌Never experiencing racism and misogyny.

💌My SP. We were already talking, but now we’re really dating and ugh, he’s the best. He’s very kind, intelligent, left leaning, can cook, and he already came from a wealthy family and spoiled me and now he somehow does it even more!

💌Graduating college early. I hated everyone and school. I just want to chill and watch anime and travel in the future.

💌So much money for myself and family. Getting spoiled in every aspect. This goes without saying; I hated being poor lol.

💌Being worshipped and adored. I just know everyone loves me. I’m like Kokomi Teruhashi and Anna Delvey No matter what reality I’m in or how hard it gets, I know I’ll be okay, so I can grow and still learn.

💌Curated,intelligence,hobbies and talents!

And so so so much more! I succeeded a couple of days ago, and ugh everyday I discover something amazing. My list was so long I can’t fit all of it here, but my life is better than I could imagine to the tiniest of details. My subconscious mind came through as I knew it would.

My method

I honestly used sublimals, as a placebo. I was Someone who likes doing stuff in order to feel like, "Oh, if I do this, it will work!" So, I don’t like doing much, so I chose subliminals as my filler! I liked Slade subs, Orien, and Leviathan, and their music helped me relax and feel just so secure, knowing I can. I used the MOAB booster which is infamous on Reddit I definitely recommend it.

I'm also a maladaptive daydreamer, and my reality confirmed so fast when I started seeing my daydreams as something already happening, something I'm already being instead of just daydreams. Just living in the end and knowing that it's going to happen, that there's nothing more to do. Embracing my imagination and trusting myself, surrendering to my faith. It was incredibly hard at first, but I managed to do it, and my faith paid off. I am wearing the great pearl Neville spoke of. :)

I ended up getting into the void with a lucid dream! But I had practiced lucid dreaming for years with no success after trying a plethora of methods. I wasn’t even trying to lucid dream, haha, I just knew I’d get into the void, and when the opportunity came in a lucid dream, I took it. Leave your options open.

Ella’s Tips

1.know you are God!!!!!! It doesn’t matter how you get to that point

2.know you cannot fail and time does not exist.

3. Everyone is special bc no one is special. I also once thought I was the exception, I would fail, I was u lucky etc etc.. I thought I couldn’t succeed because my desires were too much, or were impossible. News flash we’re all God. That is not possible. Remove failure from your vocab ;)

4.for the love of God (me and you 🤭) please try to make it easy, have fun, learn about yourself. This journey forced me to understand myself and the universe as whole and just forced me to see how I’m just apart of the universe as you guys and everything else I value.

Final words

I don’t want to make this too long but I just wanted everyone to know that YOU ARE SO IMPORTANT. I really hope this helps someone! It’s long but I didn’t want to leave anything out. Bye now and remember, you are loved, and you have your desires!! 🩷 you’ve got this! I don’t know when or if I’ll be back but I want to live my life for a little, but I do want to give back to the community. Mwah 💗💗💗💗

Massive thank you to all the anons and amazing bloggers who have helped me. But a special thank you to @heliosoll @charmedreincarnation @moonbakeries and @gorgeouslypink for making amazing posts that resonated with me so much. I am forever thankful

[untitledw0rks]

anglerfish (c.k)

a/n: heyyyyyyyyy... I'm back! in February I spent a lot of time crying over that anglerfish on TikTok, so I'm here to write about it! thanks for all the positive reception on my writing y'all! also! thinking about starting a taglist so lmk if you want to be on it!

Clark Kent x fem!reader

warnings: dead anglerfish 😔, reader has boobs... sorry!, this is pretty fluffy with a little angst, negative self-talk, idk I can't think of anything else but lmk if I missed smth

It started with the striped underwear. You knew it was silly, but your day felt off if your bra and panties didn’t match, or at least compliment each other. Your newest set, a pink and maroon striped thing was today’s pair, and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you put them on, admiring the symmetry between top and bottom. 

Most of your underwear were in fun colors and patterns, pink swan briefs to match with a simple pink bralette, or an army green soft set that you loved to wear on lazy days. Under your boring work clothes, the fun styles and colors always felt like something for you. Something secret.

Until Clark, that is. Suddenly your little habits were his too, that pink swan set was his to see after a long day at the Planet. The little messages and photos you sent to him during the day of different science-related pickup lines were for him. He loved the science jokes. 

Gosh, he really loved seeing you in your underwear, and most of all, he loved that you thought of him. Today, he had called the stripes “cute”. Which was fine! It wasn’t like it was meant to be anything beyond cute, not hot, not sexy, definitely not fuckable, so it really didn’t matter to you if he liked the striped bra that much anyway.

As you pulled the rest of your work clothes on, you rambled on about pretty much whatever came to mind. He loved this part of the day, where neither of you had anywhere to be yet, and he could listen to you talk about anything that came to you in the moment. It was endearing, honestly. 

“Oh gosh, Clark, it was this anglerfish –y’know the type that are bioluminescent because they live so deep underwater? It was a baby! A baby, Clark! And it just swam to the surface to see the light and bask in it!” Your eyes pricked at the corners against your will, budding tears as you explained to him, “and then it just died. It swam all that way to see the light and then died!” The tears were streaming down your face now, and you knew it looked silly, but you couldn’t help it. Clark stood from his spot on the bed to envelop you in a hug, murmuring into your hair as you burrowed your face into his shirt. 

“Oh honey, that’s so sad,” he muttered as he rubbed patterns into your back. You moved your face away from his shirt to laugh wetly at yourself. “And– and the worst part is they put that one song by Radiohead! The one that always makes m-me cry was the music for the video and–” you broke off, shuddering in his arms.

Neither of you had wanted to pull apart, but Clark had caught a glance at the clock on the wall and had declared that the two of you were about to be late to work, so you couldn’t linger. 

You grasped Clark’s hand as you walked to the subway station, and stood next to him as the train moved between stops. When he got off on fifth street, you waved until you couldn’t see him anymore, and texted him puns while you continued on your way to work. 

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Work (like always) was a little stressful. Lab days are filled with precise measurements and double –no, triple– checking your work. By the time you left (early, thank goodness), your feet were tired, and above all, you missed your boyfriend. Clark’s newest piece (a front page article! On Superman!) was due this weekend, so he’d been staying at the office late most nights, typing and retyping sentences until they blurred on the screen in front of him. You could almost picture it now, his glasses slipping down his nose as he pored through the notes he had taken for civilian testimony on his desk. Most nights, he came home late and fell asleep quickly, snoring with an arm draped over your midsection haphazardly. 

You missed him enough to bring him dinner. The takeout bags with their glaring red letters shone in the streetlights as you made your way to the Daily Planet, dodging tourists and locals alike. The Planet was always a little chilly, and you could feel your skin break out in gooseflesh as you stepped over the threshold, making a beeline to Clark’s floor. 

Clark (as you’d suspected) was leafing through heaps of paper when you walked in, but the moment you took a step towards his desk, his head bolted up. “Baby!” he mouthed excitedly, standing up to greet you from across the room. 

“Hey handsome! I brought you some Chinese –sesame chicken and rice–” you motioned to the bag as he set it down amongst his papers. “And I brought you some company!” You did a little twirl for him, then sat down in the chair next to him. 

“Honey, you would not believe how happy I am to see you right now,” he spoke between fast bites of food. “I know it's nothing like doing your lab stuff all day, but gosh am I tired of writing!” 

“I can second that, Clark.” You jumped a little at the voice behind you, turning in your chair to meet eyes with a beautiful woman. Her long dark hair shone in the fluorescents, and her bright blue eyes glimmered with unspoken laughter at Clark’s expense. She looked, honestly, like a goddess. Her mouth parted, revealing perfect teeth, and she gestured to you, “Who do we have here?” 

Clark grinned, and you stood up to shake her hand. “Hi! I’m Clark’s girlfriend! It’s nice to meet you!” As lovely as she seemed to be (she even had a beautiful name, Lois), you couldn’t help but feel self-doubt gnaw at the inside of your stomach while she and Clark chatted. His face was positively radiant as he spoke with her, and she understood those journalist terms that Clark would throw out in a conversation and later have to explain to you. 

She looked like someone who only wore underwear in neutral colors. 

She looked like someone put together. 

She looked hot, not ‘cute’.

She looked like someone who would look good dating Clark. 

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You had never doubted Clark’s devotion to you. He was as steadfast in his love as he was in his role as Superman. He always put you first and always made sure you knew you were treasured. But something in you shrank away at the light that Lois seemed to radiate. So you quickly grabbed your purse, kissed Clark on the forehead, and headed home.

The subway ride was lonely. You stood next to a man who tried to grab your boob twice. You walked silently from the station, and unlocked the keys to your apartment alone, trying to rid any thoughts of the goddess-like coworker that Clark got along well with. You kicked your shoes off, and one landed significantly further away from the other –something that usually bothered you, and made Clark laugh when you would huff about uneven shoe placement– and didn’t bother to fix them as you flopped face first on the bed. You felt ugly. You felt like the stupid anglerfish. 

You’d spent a lot of time, being naive and swimming towards Clark, that you didn’t realize how you’d look next to one of his coworkers, you were a mottled anglerfish swimming next to Lois’ beautiful angelfish. Your phone buzzed twice, but you ignored it in favor of putting on that radiohead song (Let Down) and putting the device on do not disturb.

The song had looped about six times before you heard Clark come home. You could see out of the corner of your damp eyes, him taking his shoes off, lining them up next to yours, placing yours together, and dropping his bag on the counter. He moved out of sight of your doorway, probably putting his coat up. 

“Baby? You home?” he called out, his question met with a muffled grunt into the pillow.

His tall frame appeared in the door frame, one hand holding on to the top of it. “Is something wrong?” 

Confusion and a hint of pity laced his voice, but you only turned your head further into his pillow, muttering out a “..no..” 

“Honey, obviously something is up,” he sat down next to you, a hand weaving its way through your hair. “Talk to me,” He pleaded.

“It’s silly, Clark, don’t worry about me.”

“You’re my girlfriend, any time you’re not the happiest person I know worries me!”

You sighed, then flipped over, sitting up while he pulled your feet into his lap, rubbing at your socked ankles. Your socks had little NASA logos on them, and you couldn’t help but think bitterly that Lois probably only wore white socks. 

“It’s just… Do you– Do you ever find me… Not serious enough for you? Not pretty enough? Too–” your voice broke, and you whispered “too childish?” 

Clark’s pain at the question was marked in the crease between his eyebrows when he took his glasses off and set them down on the nightstand. It was marked in the way his body moved protectively towards yours, like he was trying to shield you from the self-doubt. It was marked in the way his hands released your ankles and pulled you towards him, into his arms. “Please–” his voice was pained, like it hurt him to even think about what you had asked. “Please tell me what I have done for you to have possibly received that impression,” his hand shook a little as he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “And tell me,” he murmured, deep and sorrowful, “what I can do to fix it.” You shook your head against his chest.

“It’s not something you did, it’s just… Lois is so beautiful, and so well-mannered and polite and quiet,” his frown deepened, mouth open to object, but you cut him off. “And you are like, the most perfect person ever, and seeing her talk with you, and the way she put her hand on your shoulder, and how nice and pleasant she was just makes me wonder, why would you have me when you could have her?” Quieter, you sniffled into his ear, “I bet her underwear is only in neutrals.” before letting out a particularly choked sob and nestling your face back into his neck.

You might as well have punched Clark, judging by the face he made. “Lois?!” 

“Darling, Lois has nothing on you.” He soothed, “every morning, I wake up next to the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and I take a minute to wonder how I could have possibly been blessed with being able to be with you.” His hands curled around your shoulders, pushing you back a little to look into your eyes. “Every morning, I watch you coordinate your socks and underwear in fun patterns, and I think about all the ways I love you. Every morning, you tell me about a new article you’ve read, or a video you saw, or what gossip Ruth from work told you yesterday, and I can’t help but think about how I want to be there to get ready for work with you every day for the rest of my life.” He smiles, eyes glassy with unshed emotion. 

“I love that sometimes your voice carries louder than the rest of the room, and everyone else gets to hear a snippet of whatever you’re saying and know that we are having a better conversation than anyone else is. And I love when you send me pickup lines formatted in the periodic table elements. And I love when you come home and huff about your day but I can still tell that no matter how busy work was, you wouldn’t trade your job for the world. I love that you have granola bars in your purse for the hungry people we pass on the way to the train station, and I love that I get to brag to all of my coworkers about you because I know good and well that Jimmy and Lois can’t find what we have because you’re taken. And above all, I love you.”

Clark’s chest heaved with the words he had left unsaid, words like ‘I want to grow old with you,’ and ‘Marry me.’ but you nodded nonetheless. 

“And,” he whispered, “I do not give a single care as to what color Lois’ underwear is.” 

You laughed, small and watery, and gripped him tighter, feeling the post-tears exhaustion pull at your eyelids. 

“And baby?” He spoke into your hair as the two of you laid down, “if you were the sun, I would spend all of my anglerfish life swimming towards you, too.”

[tanukiace]

Damian has never been exposed to technology. He heard about it from Jason during league days, and was very frustrated not to be able to have a phone. As a side effect to that, he develops a slight addiction to things like tiktok, twitter. Whenever he can, he's on it. No one knows how to stop him for a while. Take his phone away, you find him onto a computer to watch tiktok, take the computer away ? He uses the freaking batcomputer. Which has Bruce giving up completely on that, thinking to himself that it'll pass. But it doesn't. It becomes crippling. Sometimes, when he's supposed to watch out for enemies running away, he's just on twitter insulting people, or on tiktok looking at people cosplaying him, and looking too smug about it.

After a year, Tim finally has an idea, as he noticed the kid is liking a lot of batfam related content. So, with the help of Dick, Jason, Duke, Steph and Cass, he launch a campaign to sober up Damian.

The first thing Damian finds, is a tiktok video of Dick and Jay doing a thirst trap. He knows it's them, he recognized the costume. It's during a stakeout with Jason, who starts laughing uncontrollably at Damian's screeching and traumatized look.

Damian : "TODD, WHY. Why would you do that ?"

Jason : *Wheezing* "Why wouldn't I ?"

Damian : "It's... You look ridiculous, I bet everyone laughs at you in the comments !"

Jason, activating his comm so everyone can hear : "Please open the comments."

Damian does so, and despair and disgust fill his eyes, as he reads them out loud.

Damian : "Please stop... 'Both looks like a snack' ?! 'Raw' ?? Uurgh disgusting. I stay on this video longer than I should."

Damian scroll down. But because he spent ten minutes on the video, the next video is Cass, doing a cringe tiktok dance. Damian scowl, and scroll again. This time it's Duke and Tim doing the thirst trap. Robin screech again.

Damian : "You all bring dishonor to this family ! I will tell father what you've been up to, I'm sure he will NOT allow it to keep going."

Bruce, on comm : "Actually I authorized them."

Damian : "You WHAT ?!"

Jason : "We're grown enough to do what we want out of ourselves."

Damian looks furious. He is. But he turns off his phone and doesn't open it for the rest of the night.

Obviously the next day, he starts again. Tim sometimes accesses Damian's phone, cus obviously the kid got no password, and go to like all the videos of the account they created. Damian get his feed invaded by videos of Nightwing and Red Robin doing tiktok trends and dances, Red Hood reviewing fanfictions, Signal singing all sort of songs.

But tiktok isn't the only application. During one of his access of Damian's phone, Tim follows all sorts of accounts, respectively owned by himself, Dick, Red Hood and Batman, who got onboard. They all post the most unhinged takes.

Tim, on twitter : "I think Batman has child with his villains. How does he get that many sidekicks otherwise? Nightwing is Batman and Sphinx's son. Red hood is Scarecrow's. Red Robin is Ra's son with Batman."

Tim answering a comment on that post asking "what about Robin ?" : "Obviously he's Condiments King's son. All the colors match."

This has Damian extremely offended. Not only because TIM is thought to be Ra's Al Ghul's son, but also because HE is thought to be CONDIMENTS KING'S SON ?? He decides to try and not bother with it, but then he sees that, 1 : there is now a Batman official account in addition to that one of Brucie Wayne, 2 : this very account republished the post. No comments, nothing. But he likes some comments answering to him and asking some very precise questions.

Again, he tries not to bother. But day after day, he gets bombarded by those things he doesn't want to see. "I think Nightwing and Red Hood would make a pretty cute couple". written by Cass (it also horrifies Jason and Dick) . "Guys how come Robin doesn't get old ? The guy's been at it for like, 15 years at least. So here's my theory : Robin is bathing in the blood of his enemies to stay young, and it seems to work. Also he can shapeshift into a blond woman sometimes". The post, by Duke, is accompanied with the photos of all the Robins.

All those videos infuriates Damian so much he ends up uninstalling every social app he's got. None are spared. He tried going to FACEBOOK to know some peace. But it didn't work.

For years, Damian never knew about this campaign. It's only when he's like, 21 years old, that he learns about it from a very drunk Tim.

In retaliation, each time he went to hang out at Tim's, he would take the ashes of the chimney, and mix it into his coffee. When he sees Jason, he makes a point to dunk all his guns in water. For months. This is actually beneficial. Tim drinks less and less coffee, Jason stops using guns in favor of a crowbar. He doesn't really kill anymore.

[sonderinghiraeth]

Loki gets so. pissed. When he sees the way you interact with Bucky.

He's stewing from across the living room, black pants legs crossed into a vice, and shoulders hunched with a grimace strong enough to make even Fury scamper by.

His view?

You, laughing your ass off as you introduce TikTok memes to Bucky. Bucky's trying to laugh along, but the confusion on his face from the absurdity of some of the videos is obvious.

Still, it's the way you're leaning into him as you clasp your hand over your mouth to contain your shrieks of laughter. The way Bucky is looking down at you with a crooked grin. Why can't he have you like that?

Oh, maybe that's because he's never tried. Sure, the two of you could be considered friends, but it was a tightwire bond. It was easy to piss you off, and Loki couldn't help but indulge in the way you would pinch at your temples and contort your face in annoyance at almost any words he spoke. He would dare even say you were more attractive when you were like that. Did you not also take pleasure in the fact that every time you left a lingering touch on him, maybe a pause for too long, or the few times you did outwit him, that it quite obviously left him flushed and arguably hard?

So why was he pea green with envy right now, when it wasn't even Bucky that was making you belly laugh like this? Well, why didn't you show him TikTok when he arrived at the tower? It made his skin crawl all the more so that both of you were totally oblivious to his aura that was practically radiating displeasure.

It's not like he can't leave the room.

He sat there for almost an hour, spectating you blabbering off to Bucky about the certain history of memes, leaving him even more clueless than when the two of you started this little charade. Barnes didn't deserve you. He deserved you. He would understand your stupid TikTok memes!

So, of course, when you rest your hand on Bucky's chest like you would him, eyes flickering momentarily to his lips as the stupid soldier gave you eyes like you hung the moon, telling him that it was pretty late, and you both had an early meeting tomorrow, Loki was hot on your trail to the elevator, deathly silent.

It was only when you were both inside and the door was closed that Loki spoke.

"Have I done something to anger you?"

His chilling silver tongue had turn to flames.

You cocked a brow, glancing at him. "Nothing more than usual."

That's it. Loki grunted in annoyance, jerking his hand. With it, the elevator came screeching to a stop, obviously done by the use of his magic.

"Do you think this is amusing? Is it child's play to you?" He asked, with every word he stepped closer until he was caging you in the corner of the stalled elevator.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" You coughed an awkward laugh, glancing around wildly for any sign of escape. He liked that fear in your eyes. It was so cute how they turned glassy in reaction, and your mascara accenting the droop of your lids.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. The way you cuddle up so closely to that dimwit soldier, laughing and cooing at him right in front of me. You must take me a fool, and you yourself one if you think I'm going to put up with it."

"Oh, you're jealous?" You straightened your posture, mouth slightly agape. Loki Laufeyson. Jealous. Those two words meshed like oil and fire, but you had no idea just how far it stretched. "Is that it?"

But the vice grip your chin landed in between Loki's fingers left you stumbling, causing him to catch you by the hip with his free hand. He was almost bruising. "Careful with that mouth." He hissed, deathly close to your lips. He was just at the tipping point of his limit after months and months of dancing around one another.

"You don't fucking own me."

That was more than enough. Loki's lips were sent crashing into your own, brutal and cold with teeth clashing in an angry fight for your submission. You couldn't say you weren't enjoying it, nipping at his lip in protest and whining against his mouth. However, Loki was a pure stranger to letting up.

Instead, he had you arched against the wood panel of the elevator. His hand that was originally on your hip now slinked around to the small of your waist to press you into him. His hard-on was obviously against the side of your plush thigh, and you couldn't help but feel a dribble of slick begin to leak around your clothed folds.

"There it is. That's what I thought." He husked, kissing along the side of your jaw as his free hand sent goosebumps under your shirt, his entire body ice cold. You bit back a whimper, clamping so hard on your lip you feared it might bleed. This was a dog whistle to Loki, earning a smirk between the caverns of your collarbone. "Go on, make those pretty little noises. It's just us in here..."

You choked out your words, meeker than you intended. "They're-They're gonna see... They're gonna know-the elevator.." You were grasping for any word that came to your brain, eyes screwed shut tight to focus.

"Let them." He sighed, his mouth lingering down to your jeans as he toyed with the silver button that kept him from what he envisioned at night.

And when he pulled them down, panties and all, what a sight you were to behold. A gentle spider's web of a string pulled from the folds of your cunt to the fabric of your panties, earning a delicious sigh from the God below you. "That is just too good." He teased, bringing his face closer to your cunt to breathe over it.

The coolness in contrast with the heat of the elevator had your knees buckling, white knuckling onto the railing to either side of you. "Loki-" You whined out, forcing to steady yourself.

"Oh? What is it?" He had that cat's grin, just inches away from your already swollen bud as he fanned ice over her. "Too much already?"

You shook your head fervently, mouth parted to hiss out pitiful moans just from the proximity. "Please, pleas- Need you. Need you now."

Loki clicked his tongue, inky hair resting against your thigh. "Oh, I know you do." He purred, gently lolling his head back upright before allowing his tongue to encapsulate the entirety of you. A long, freezing stripe trailing all the way from the base of your cunt to the top where your clit buzzed uncontrollably.

You moaned. Loud. Loud enough for Loki to chuckle and make better work of his tongue, diving in and parting the sea of your wetness to slurp every bit of it up. It was a divine sight to behold. You, knees shaking so hard they were vibrating. Loki, taking the utmost pleasure in the lewd sounds that slipped out from between your cunt as he showed off one of his very best features.

Every inch of your body bristled in protest when Loki's tongue left you, but you were just short of protesting before Loki had you flipped around and gripping the railing for support, arched the opposite way where your breasts gained view of the tile floor below.

"I'll show you who owns you." His voice came low from behind you, the rustling of clothing reaching your ears. "That is, if I haven't already."

You could feel it so prominently as it teased the entrance of your pussy, cool to the touch and stretching even with just the head. You were sure he couldn't fit. You were positive you were about to make an absolute fool out of yourself.

Two inches in, and you were whimpering out with your head hung low to brace for further impact. It was such a delicious cocktail of pain and pleasure, mixing into one to have you arched up against the wall with Loki's hands ensuring you couldn't possibly run further away.

And that's when all hell broke loose. Instead of continuing to ease himself inside of you, he grasped you backwards, letting you fall onto his cock yourself, feeling how the edges of yourself swallowed him whole until the plush of his abdomen met against your ass. You were there. You were at the hilt. And you felt utterly, impossibly full. You would be left in the shape of him for the rest of your life.

He was agonizingly slow with his first stroke, as if he was testing how much you could handle of him before he threw his inhibitions to the wind and truly had his way with you. However, you, on the other hand, were experiencing pure nirvana.

Your swollen lips from the way he gnashed at you earlier cried out when Loki began thrusting into you. In and out of your already weeping cunt with both hands, creating purple and blue constellations of bruises along the border of your hips and your ass. It almost felt like he was bullying you the way he was pulling you back onto him every time you thought you couldn't possibly take anymore. Your climax was returning, and soon.

The coil in your abdomen heated and tightened, pressing to meet your clit the faster Loki traded places abusing your cervix and your g-spot, keeping you clawing at the pressed wood in front of you for any sort of solace.

"Loki- 'M close-" You managed to blabber out, right cheek now squished against the wall by Loki's hand pressing into the side of your head.

"You are?" Loki purred, suddenly slowing despite the way his cock angrily twitched inside of you for his own release. "I don't know if you deserve it or not."

You scoffed, your eyes rolling to the side to meet his own. "No please! I've been good!" You cried, struggling against his grip to back into his length. "I-I've been so, so good- Loki-"

"Prove it." Loki gritted, slamming you back down to the hilt of his cock. "Tell me who you belong to. Tell me who you only belong to."

You drawled out a pleasuring groan, pulling yourself off of him to allow the mean God to slam back into you with a curse. "I belong to you!"

"Louder~" He chimed, reveling in how pathetic you were acting. "Tell all about it, love. How much you've craved this. How much you don't belong to that rust bucket."

You cracked out a laugh in between your moans, banging against the wall in overstimulation. You would have bruises on more than just your ass by morning. "I belong to fucking- fuck- Loki Laufeyson! I don't want Bucky-ngh.. I want you! You own me!"

Loki sighed a laugh, almost lazily, as he resumed his torturous pace from before, allowing your climax to begin rebuilding for the third time in the past thirty minutes. This time, he was egging you on, cooing into your ear about how everyone in the tower could probably hear you, how shameful it was that he didn't do this sooner, how much he had you now.

And after little encouragement, you came unraveled right there in the elevator, cussing and whining and drawing the two together to become all the same. Loki grazing at your neck, chest pressed to your back to ride you through it with little mutters of praise until the vice clenching of your cunt slowed. Only then could you feel the heat between your walls where Loki had came himself.

Moments, perhaps minutes, might have passed before Loki pulled out of you in an agonizingly slow stroke. You took a moment to glance back, seeing the cocktail of both your releases coating him. He just smiled that usual smile when he always got what he wanted. The elevator shook, screeching in protest before reviving to life. Your eyes went bug, and Loki just shrugged. "Best pull those pants up."

And you did, shakily, might you add. It was hard for your knees not to totally buckle after you had been railed in a fawning position for who knows how long. You also couldn't help but notice that the elevator buttons only had Loki's floor lit now. You allowed it. Just for tonight.

The two of you stumbled into Loki's room, with Loki offering little aid to the obvious struggle you were encountering. Instead, he simply trailed over to one of his dressers, pulling out an abnormally human shirt and tossed it your direction.

You barely caught it, raising it up to notice it was a classic "I <3 NY" shirt. Over sized for you, tight fitting for him.

"It was what you call a housewarming gift.. From Stark." He explained, ensuring that you didn't get the idea that he went out of his way to buy something like that.

You chuckled. "You assume I'm spending the night?"

"I simply won't have it any other way." He replied, using his magic to change into his own lounge clothes around the time you were changing yourself. "I'm a villain, not a monster."

You rolled your eyes, crawling into bed with him. You had to admit, from all the early college flings and quick blinks of relationships, no one had ever fucked you like that. Would the entire tower know about it tomorrow? Probably. But right now that was not something for the moon above to concern itself with.

However, a certain someone already knew well in advance.

Your phone, which you had set on the nightstand, buzzed once to indicate a message. Loki was currently busying himself with a night time read. You pull it from the side of you, opening the text.

From: Barnes

"Did it work?"

12:37 a.m.

You snickered to yourself, busying your fingers with the keyboard.

"Like a charm. Couldn't've done it without you."

12:38 a.m.

You turned off your phone, setting it back in its place before turning over and making your home in the crook of Loki's free arm for the night. And the next, and for all the nights continuing on.

Maybe sometimes jealousy did do the trick.

[cinnamonshifts]

Things they don't tell you about shifting !! (AKA the cons)

You guys asked, I've delivered. Here's some things that I've struggled with in my shifting journey that you *may* too. P.S. this is just my experience, and I'm not trying to demotivate anyone in any way!! okay, thank you let's go

1. Self-image issues

- as I've mentioned before, i used to script crazy appearance changes, like my weight, etc and when i would shift back from my dr to my cr, i struggled a lot with my confidence and i was insecure about the way i looked. you can fix this though by permashifting to a cr where you have your ideal body, or don't change your appearance at all when shifting to other drs because there are definitely realities out there where you're the beauty standard!!

2. Hard to distinguish between reality and dreams

- I have seen other shifters speak about this before, but with my shifting journey I also began having extremely vivid dreams that would last weeks long and have proper timelines, it would be hard for me to distinguish between those dreams and my reality and i would often catch myself wondering if something that happened actually happened or if I'm imagining it. You can find reya singh speak about this on her tiktok im pretty sure.

3. Issues with narcissism or "god complex"

- now I don't exactly know if I'm using the right terms for this but something I did struggle with was having extreme narcissistic thoughts. i would feel like i was way better than the people around me, and as though i was some sort of "special being" that could travel to different realities and live lives that people could only dream of. it became difficult for me because i would see people as inferior to myself and i had to work on that, I've since grown from it and realized I really am not special at all and everyone has the power to shift as I do, and I put measures in place to make sure I don't become "too op" in my drs, because overall I just want to live through fun experiences and not be some type of "god" because that again didn't align with my beliefs.

4. Beliefs may change

- so I am a Christian, and it was honestly very difficult for me to manage my shifting journey whilst simultaneously being a Christian because the two didn't really align. It became very difficult for me because for 1. I knew shifting was completely real but 2. I didn't know if I was sinning or betraying God. But eventually I prayed about it and realized that I'm not necessarily going against my beliefs as the Bible does say anything is possible if I believe, and I believed I could travel to other realities and I did. I also wanted to make sure I didn't sin etc in my drs so I made a promise to God to have only one s/o which you all know of, and I'd only marry him. Now obviously you DON'T have to do this, it's just what helped me to not choose between my two beliefs but rather appreciate both in a way. Ofcourse, I'm not a saint, I definitely sin in other ways, but I guess I try my best to be a good Christian and shifter at the same time. Idk if this paragraph made sense but yes

5. Disconnection from certain realities

- I've been a shifter for a long time, and I've shifted to many different realities, have had many different families, friends and experiences in these realities and ofcourse I have my favorites. I have never permashifted before, so when I would shift back to my CR it became difficult for me because I would feel so disconnected from my friends here, my life, my family. I would feel as if I was playing a video game or being a character I didn't want to be. I had different relationships with people in better crs to my cr and it would become so confusing because someone who would be my best friend in my better cr would walk pass me in school like they don't even know me and it became really draining. I started hating this reality because it felt like I wasn't me, like I didn't belong here.

6. Mental health issues when struggling to shift

- All of the above issues I've mentioned usually came with me being a successful shifter. But ofcourse, there are times when I try to shift, but don't, and it can really take a toll on your mental health. Considering if you don't just permashift to a better CR where you can shift on command, it becomes really draining when you want to see your family or friends in another reality and you can't. There was a time where I was so unhappy in my cr, and I just wanted to leave because of the abuse I was facing, and I sat crying in my shower because I felt like i was stuck here. I felt like no matter how much I tried, I couldn't shift back and it really increased my anxiety. I was in an extremely low place because I just needed a break from the horrible life I had been experiencing here.

7. Inability to appreciate the life you have

- Lastly, it really becomes hard to appreciate being in any reality sometimes, for example, I remember being in my hogwarts dr, on the hogwarts express, surrounded by my boyfriend and friends and it really was a good day, but I just couldn't appreciate it. I was too focused on what else I could be doing in another dr. What adventure I could be going on. What I was doing in my twilight dr. Whether I should script another dr and go there. I just forgot to appreciate the mundane moments that I was experiencing in a place where I had worked SO hard to be in. I just forgot to appreciate the reality I was in because I was too hung up on where I could've been.

Anyway, I hope this gives you more insight on what shifting truly is like, but I hope it doesn't discourage you. The pros definitely outweight the cons. Shifting is truly a blessing. I am so blessed to be able to shift, and I appreciate it for changing my life for the better.

[ilysungho]

oml blonde sleeveless sungho at lolla??? and ginger riwoo in those damn glasses. going insane im actually a woonjak stan but i love my boys

anywaysssss how are u feeling after lolla..? the guys ATE UP (jae nd taesan were loving the energy u could tell..)

speaking of blonde sleeveless sungho... could u write something abt staying in korea for whatever reason and missing sungho whilst he's in chicago and seeing the stage... and he can't leave his girl unsatisfied even half way across the world keke

ik this is becoming a long ask but could i also be 🪿 anon??

xoxo

a/n: do NAWT talk to me about blond sungho (please do i am feral for him) LOLLA WAS SOOOOO GOODDDD i had sm fun watching it ugh i'm so proud of them </3 ALSO YES OFC!! welcome to the family hehe i imagined him sending videos like the one tiktok he posted of him in the white suit from the knock on concert if you know what i'm talking about... also!! this is suggestive, but you can read THIS as a continuation hehe 😁 enjoy 💗 contains: idol!sungho x reader, established relationship (bf/gf), sexting, masturbating implied, suggestive

even though sungho had a busy day ahead, he made sure to send you mini vlogs of him whenever he could. since he woke up, it felt like he was practically beside you with how many videos he sent, from getting ready to after performing. and after all those videos and watching him perform on the live stream on your bed, you just couldn't shake off the feeling of needing more of him.

so now it's your turn to send a video, with the message 'watch this when you're alone <3'.

now that sungho's finally back and excused himself by telling taesan to leave him alone for a couple hours, he could watch the video he's been itching to see. he knew what it would be, a video of your fingers playing with your folds as you let him hear how you sound, occasionally bringing the camera up to your face as you tell him how bad you needed him after how well he performed. watching the 2 minute long video made him so needy as he pressed the call button, knowing that it's already afternoon for you.

you pick up the call, as if you'd been waiting for him, dressed in your comfy home wear that you knew sungho would rip to shreds if he was beside you at the moment. it didn't take long for you to remove your clothes though, his voice filled with desire as he teases you for teasing him.

"you liked my performance that much?" you nod as you watch him, thinking back to how his muscles showed while he danced to the music, the words he spoke in english that you knew he worked hard to memorize for the fans. you just found all of him so hot, and he loved to know that he had that affect on you.

"come back already, i miss you so much."

[loserscardigan]

✧ Tag Some People You'd Like to Know Better ✧

✧ Thank you so much for the tag, @xxnashiraxx!!!! I'm also excited for fall!! 🍂 Can't wait to eat everything pumpkin and I already planned out this year's Halloween costume. 😁 ✧

☆ Fun Fact(s) ☆ - Well first off, I am the youngest out of 7 children🧍🏻‍♀️- though I did get a lot of hand-me downs from my sisters. 😌 In school, I was actually the OLDEST in my class by one year because my mom put me on late (Gracías Ma.) so I got the same old "Wait, you're one year older?!" every time my birthday comes up. Finally, one time when I was getting ready for prom, I had a Nair burn on my upper thigh and the worst part was my dress had one of those leg slips. 😂 The scar is still there.

☆ Currently Watching ☆ - That 70s Show! LOVED IT since I was younger and I much rather prefer Jackie with Hyde (fuck you Danny Masterson 🖕🏼) than her with Kelso. Eric is my absolute fav, mostly because me and him are awkward and love Star Wars. 😆

☆ Last Song on Repeat ☆ - All Caps by MF DOOM 💚 Especially since the song has been surfacing all over my TikTok fyp lately with videos of my favorite Marvel villain, Doctor Doom. 😁

☆ Last Movie ☆ - FANTASTIC FOUR: FIRST STEPS!!!! 🩵 HERBIE and Sue and Reed and Johnny and Ben and Silver Surfer and Galactus and and-

☆ Currently Reading ☆ - Okay so my reading time has been put on pause since I'm more focus on my current fic at the moment BUT what I will say is (and I'm gonna tag the writers here so if you as one of the authors on this list are seeing this, sorry to bother you lol just wanna give credit :)) The Melancholy Bard by @andromedaancunin , Until You by @bloodinwine, and Sunflowers For Your Grave by @dreamspeakerwrites!!! I do have some of my moots' fics on bookmark so I can read it in the future! 😉

☆ Currently Playing ☆ - BG3 BABY!!! The other games I have on the list are crying right now.

☆ Sweet/Spicy/Savory ☆ - Spicy!!! My Tapatio bottle HATES to see me comin'. 😂

☆ Relationship Status ☆ - Single as a pringle. (and I hope it stays that way for a very good while.🧍🏻‍♀️)

☆ Last Google Search ☆ - The Incredibles super files. The lore behind that fucking kids movie is INSANE.

☆ Currently Working On ☆ - With Your Boots Beneath My Bed!!! 💙❤️ To be all fair with you guys, I'm currently struggling with Chapter 7 at the moment (lots of emotional breakdowns) so that's why I haven't posted my WIP after all you lovelies tagged me. lol I'm also shy to ask for a beta reader. 👉🏼👈🏼 I have SO MANY fic ideas and I hate my brain for that, especially a 70s AU for Evie and Astarion but I need to complete WYBBMB first!

☆ Currently Looking Forward To ☆ - Sabrina Carpets' (yes carpet) new album coming out this month!! THE NEW SPIDERMAN MOVIE FOR NEXT YEAR, Supergirl movie ALSO next year, and Avengers: Doomsday!!! And whatever the hell Taylor Swift is gonna release either this year or next - homegirl is leaving us swifties confused with all those posts from last week or so. And my lonely bedtime hours! 😁

✧ No Pressure Tags ✧ @pinkberrytea @roguishcat @bby-bel @venedabonita @anacdoce @arzen9 @bum-dragon @emmy-and-the-tieflings @poisonprincess666 @thewanderingblade @pixiedustandpetrichor @cyberwebb @gnarlyskihazard @heresmyhyperfixations @bolognamayhem117

[gravedice]

Hey, hey, bored and need something to do? You got an OC, fursona, or blorbo that you can't get off your mind? This is what you can do.

The game TeleCollision, a pixel art RPG, has a weirdly in depth character creator, and has a free demo on steam and itch.io right now. Go download it, see if you can make that character you love in the character creator.

11 different animal heads, elf ears... You want wings? Two? One? Four? Six? It's got you covered. Everything has adjustable customizable colors. Also custom pronouns.

After making your character, the demo has a four to six hour story to play through, a cast of odd characters, and you can customize your build by equipping trading cards.

[TeleCollision on Steam]

[TeleCollision on Itch.io]

[soothifying-sounds-asmr]

I was accepted to a paid video editing internship and a lot of the work is very reminiscent of what I used to do here. It makes me so happy to know that my silly little Tumblr blog gave me good practice :3 I hope everyone is doing well <3 Tell me what you're going to be for Halloween!

[icewindandboringhorror]

sometimes looking at like Self Help Strategies lists for the symptoms I'm having is always just like:

thing that I already do

thing I have tried 10 times

thing I already do

thing that I don't have the money to do

thing I already do

thing I've been doing since I was 10yrs old to no avail

thing that is impossible given my situation

thing that doesn't apply to me

thing that I already do

thing I have already tried

hrmm, oh wait, maybe finally- OH, yeah.. okay. thing that I already do but it was just phrased slightly differently

thing I have already done

[teddybeartoji]

saw the words 'levi' and 'virgin' in the same sentence and blacked out

[sketchyorsomething]

I just love how you can tell that Hille is super excited and happy to be in Japan. Like he doesn't write texts or anything but just the amount of stuff he puts in his story very much tells zu everything you need to know

[shardsofswords]

Nothing I hate more than the endless tiktok scroll being shoved into every other social media paltform regardless of whether it imtegrates into the existing features. Twitter video? Endless tiktok scroll. Tumblr videos? Endles tiktok scroll. Doesn't matter that i just want to be scroll my dash in chronological order. ENDLESS TIKTOKT SCROLL. Have autoplay off on youtube and try not to use shorts because i want to actually pick the video i watch instead of an algorithm shoving things in my mouth? TOO BAD. ENDLESS TIKTOK SCROLL.

[missnxthingg]

found out that a f1 content creator goes to the same college as i did and now i think i'm a little bit in love him 🫣

[headspace-hotel]

Y'all

Im not on tiktok and never have been, but I downloaded RedNote just to see what is up, and I am witnessing something truly amazing

The Chinese user community is giving the American tiktok refugees an overwhelmingly warm welcome, meanwhile the American users seem to have collectively agreed that not only will they not let the app be taken over with English and they will provide Mandarin subtitles for everything, they are LEARNING MANDARIN. Ive scrolled through so many videos of Americans offering greetings in Mandarin to try to acclimate to the new environment and be respectful, and speakers of both languages are posting lots of tutorials on language basics and internet slang in Mandarin

My God, there is an AMAZING outpouring of curiosity and delight among everyone to learn about each others cultures and daily lives. People are posting videos of landscapes, cities, towns, and natural areas in USA and China, posting recipes and traditional foods, vlogs of everyday life, and reaching out to find people with similar hobbies.

And it's not just young people! There are loads of videos from middle-aged American guys who have come to post about fishing or motorcycles and are now happily chatting with Chinese users sharing the same interests using Google translate

One American guy who was like. in his 60's had a comment on one of his videos that was like "Red Neck?" and he replied "Yes!" and I just about fucking lost it

Also the Chinese users love, and I mean LOVE, Luigi Mangione. He is apparently broadly adored in China. There is SO much fanart and SO many edits.

There are many threads initiating Chinese users to ask questions of American users about the USA, and vice versa, and everyone on both sides is clearing up a lot of misconceptions. Some of the questions I saw a lot from Chinese users were: "Is it true that American parents kick you out of the house as soon as you turn 18" (not often, but sometimes) "Do you all really wear shoes in bed" (NO!!! Apparently a lot of characters in American sitcoms are shown lying in bed with shoes on which I never noticed before!) and "are there really guns everywhere" (yes).

For the most part Chinese content creators seem just overwhelmed by the sudden influx of hundreds of followers that are super enthusiastic about what they're doing. A lot of them have made posts about how initially they thought the uptick in follower count was some kind of error, or that there was some kind of joke or prank, but then they realized the interest and enthusiasm was genuine and now they're welcoming all the newcomers.

I found several posts by Chinese users saying that this felt like a really profound historical moment, where these previously separated worlds are suddenly smashing together and suddenly there is freedom to learn about each other's cultures and connect. One of them said something along the lines of "This is a 21st century Tower of Babel and even though I'm an atheist I hope God lets this tower stand." OUGH MY HEART.

The app itself works a little bit like a video-based version of Pinterest. It's not really my thing so I probably won't be on there long term but it's been amazing to see what's happening.

[crossbackpoke-check]

i've been thinking a lot about the mojoe show, especially how i miss seeing them together and somehow, i stumbled on your blog and all your tags about them (joe in specific) speak directly to me!

no go on... what are the tags saying to you... come join the mojo(e) jojo hive mind...