#make stuff for you first and everyone else second

[feelfreetopleasemexo]

Teasing your best friend

Considering making this a longer fic but….

Shinsoxreader

It wasn’t uncommon for you to spend most of your weekends baked out of your mind, laying on the grass outside of the UA dorms whilst your best friend Shinso tried his best to perfect his rolling technique next to you. These quiet weekends together felt like an escape from reality, away from all the stresses of becoming pro heros, and away from the demanding claws of adult life scratching at your sides as you both creeped towards the end of your third year at UA. Youd both become quite close in the recent months thanks to your love of getting baked together, which meant that when you got the random urge to talk shit whilst semi conscious, it didn’t seem all that awkward at all.

“Do guys actually like eating pussy shin? Isn’t it boring down there?”

“Not if you’re doing it right. God fucking dammit.” He had nearly perfected the perfect roll until your stupid rambling made him second guess the final twist.

“You just kinda…lick around dont you? Yeah I guess you get the pretty moans and stuff if you’re doing a good job but like…what do you actually think about?”

“I dunno, how good it tastes and the sounds and….whyre you asking anyway? Asking for tips or what?”

“I dunno, just thinking about stuff….like, I can’t imagine it not being boring Yano.”

“Well, does it get boring when you suck dick?”

“Not particularly, never usually lasts long enough for me to get bored i guess. They usually cum within a couple minutes so…”

“Wait…what?” He stopped rolling and looked over at you, eyes furrowed as he tried to work out if you were joking or not. “They only last a few minutes? Are you some kinda secret porn star or something?!”

“…is it not suppose to be that quick? Wouldnt your jaw hurt if it lasted longer than like 5 minutes?”

“Jesus fucking Christ. 5 minutes?! You’re some fucking mouth wizard or some shit damn.”

You rolled over and propped yourself up on on elbow, lazily looking over at him as he sat cross legged next to you, desperately trying to hide how tight his trousers were getting after your conversation.

“So you’re telling me when you get head it takes ages? Like, over 10 minutes before you cum?”

His face shifted slightly, embarrassment trying to claw its way over his usually stoic face.

“I mean, if I were to cum from it then yeah I guess it would’ve taken them longer than 10 minutes but, I usually just tell them to stop and I sort them out.”

“Wait wait, you saying you’ve NEVER cum from head before? Like not even once? Not even your first time?!”

You didn’t mean to sound so shocked, you didn’t mean to accuse him so loudly of never having cum from a girls mouth before, you just unfortunately couldnt believe that someone as hot and as cool as him hadn’t had that experience yet….

“Hey, it’s not as if it’s MY fault is it? Not everyone can meet a fucking whirl wind with the mouth of a goddess apparently.”

“I low-key feel kinda bad for you, might have to help you out just so you know what it feels like at least once in your life time.”

“How did us smoking turn into you asking to suck my dick….”

“Hey, im not asking to, im just saying, sometimes you gotta help a friend out…unless you don’t want me to.”

“Im not saying I don’t want you to, im just asking how it…Yano, turned into this.”

“No no it’s fine, I won’t help you out. I’ll take my pornstar mouth else where then. Dont say I didn’t try to help though.”

He put the rolling tray down next to him and leaned closer into you, the smell of weed and his cherry cola dancing dangerously close to you.

“I didn’t say I didn’t want the help Jesus. I just, didnt expect you to offer. Brat.”

“Beg then.” You didnt turn your head back to him as you spoke, the smirk creeping dangerously across your face. “Did I stutter? Want me to help you out, then beg for it.”

A long pause stretched between the two of you, you could almost physically feel the cogs turning in his head, flipping between actually letting his guard down and begging, and fighting off the urge to force you to the ground and make you beg to even consider doing it to him.

“I don’t beg for shit.”

“No transcendental head for you then. Unlucky.”

“Trust me, If I wanted you to be sucking my dick, youd already be swallowing by now.”

“Yeah yeah, big talk from mr no cum in her mouth over here.”

He stared down at you as you slowly turned your head back towards him, your smirk taunting him as you flashed your bratty eyes at him.

“I hate you.”

“I know.” You replied, sticking your tongue out to show him the back of your throat, then winking at him. He groaned as he sat back, rubbing one hand down his face as the other chucked the perfect joint to you.

[kettleworth]

Sugar Kisses - A Susie x Ralsei Fanfic

Wrote a cute, fluffy little fic based on a comic by @myvermilioneyes because it's so damn adorable that it makes me feral. Go check them out!

...god damn it. He was being overly humble again. Even in one of their few moments of relaxation and downtime, Ralsei was still putting himself down.

It was subtle this time around. He wasn't so naive that he would keep acting like an overly innocent idiot baby around everyone else. It was obvious that the Prince was more than capable of intense magic, building, leadership (when necessary), and learning from his mistakes, whenever possible. Ralsei could look out for himself.

...but he didn't; that is what pissed Susie off the most.

Ralsei invited Kris and her – as well as Lancer and a few other Darkner pals – to a lighthearted get-together the next time the two Lightners paid Castle Town a visit. At first, the party was fun! The energy was high as many of her pals shared tea, finger sandwiches, and an enormous vanilla-frosted strawberry cake between each other. Of course, Elnina and Lanino spent most of their time making disgustingly sweet kissy-faces and murmuring sweet nothings to each other to really pay attention to everyone else. Susie chose to ignore them, for the most part, for no other reason than it made her want to puke up her tea and food. Envy? What the fuck was that?

At least Lancer was a good enough distraction, as he provided multiple laughs. Not just to Susie, but to the entire table. He bounced around from spot to spot, barely able to keep his butt in his 'designated chair'. This wasn't unexpected of the young Darkner, and Rouxl's attempts at keeping him calm only made matters more chaotic. It didn't help that he never sat in a seat, either.

'Can this guy even use his ass for anything other than standing?' Susie pondered, already polishing off her slice of cake before Ralsei even finished serving everyone their portions. If it were just her, Kris, and Ralsei, she'd already be reaching for seconds. Since this obviously wasn't the case – and because she didn't want to make a scene in front of Nubert – she quickly decided against it, opting to join in on conversation while sipping – okay, slurping – her tea. She was surprised at how sweet it happened to taste, even without her adding anything to her cup. 'Okay... does Ralsei only know how to make sweet stuff?!' She thought, absentmindedly listening in on the current topic. She wasn't complaining, of course.

She shouldn't have been too surprised with Ralsei proving, yet again, that he was a very excellent host, yet the fact that she only saw him take one singular bite of cake in between small, polite sips of tea caused her to forget about literally everything else. After all, the Prince elicited an extremely cute expression of enjoyment as he ate his own culinary creation. Why didn't he eat more of it?!

...what? So she kept track of how much Ralsei ate. So what?

Susie attempted to keep thoughts of the infuriatingly cute Prince out of her mind as she interacted with everyone. Kris was always dozens – if not hundreds – of laughs. They even taught Ralsei a few rude jokes to repeat sometime! Most of which involved the infamous “man from Nantucket”.

“K-kris!” Ralsei gasped at one point, hiding his muzzle with his scarf as everyone else howled with laughter. “H-how crude! I can't say that word!”

“Ho ho ho!” Lancer laughed uproariously, reaching an arm around the flustered goat boy. “Let Daddy Lancer help you, Toothpaste Boy!”

“...Daddy WHO?” Kris repeated suddenly, obviously shocked with the sentence. They began to double over in their chair, barely able to hide back their snickers as they held their stomach. Susie was... less subtle, pounding the table as she let loose immense bursts of laughter. Porcelain clattered and clanked as she did so, though thankfully didn't cause more damage. Aside from spilling her own teacup off the side. Clearly, she was far too amused to even worry about the hot liquid falling near her lap.

“BWAHAHA! YUH-YEAH- AHAHA! C-c'mon, 'Daddy' Lancer, tell us the word we shouldn't say!”

Throughout all of this, Rouxls merely watched with a semi-concerned expression, peering over at Ralsei as they stammered in confusion. “...huh? Uh... I don't think 'Daddy Lancer' should be saying that word, either!”

'Oh god, he doesn't know!' Susie thought, wheezing at this point as she gripped the tablecloth tightly with her left hand. 'FUCK me, Ralsei, you gotta talk to Queen more often!' It was weird to think that Ralsei knew what 'that word' meant, but didn't know the connotation behind 'Daddy'. Selective knowledge, she figured.

“Hey, don't worry!” Lancer continued, clearly enjoying the raucous laughter and attention he was receiving from his friends. “Lesser Dad has given me a whole list of tier four swears I shouldn't repeat! And this one seems like the most fun! Listen!” The young boy stated, clearing his throat before taking an incredibly deep inhale, puffing out his cheeks as he readied himself to scream the word in question.

“...CUN-”

“LANCER!” Rouxls Kaard interjected, suddenly slapping a hand over his mouth. A familiar 'SPLAT!' noise was elicited as he did so, though the tall, blue weirdo merely laughed with an uncomfortable tone. “Erm.... ahahah! Forgeteth everythinge he doth said! He knoweth not what he speaketh of!”

Within a second, however, Lancer retaliated against the lanky 'puzzle master' by chomping his thick, rounded teeth onto Rouxls' finger.

“...CHOMP!”

Rouxls let out a high pitched squeal, immediately letting go of the young boy's face as he ran away in a hyperactive, playful manner.

Naturally, the sight was more than enough to cause the three 'heroes of prophecy' loads of laughter. It was especially hilarious when the 'Duke Of Puzzles' began to chase after him, with an infuriated expression. “AAAAUUUGHH THOU... THOU WRETCHED CHILD!”

Within seconds, the 'Lesser Dad' started to play a one-sided version of 'Ring Around the Rosie' by chasing Lancer around the table. The two Lightners began to laugh at the sight, as did the 'Dark Prince', who was gripping his own teacup while pretending to not be.

“Hehehe! R-rouxls, stop! Y-you're ruining the t-tea party..!” Ralsei giggled heartily. Susie was quick to notice his feet kicking gleefully. Her cheeky smile became more subdued, pretending as if she hadn't noticed.

“I... am ruininge NOTHING!” He insisted, diving for the bouncy, bubbly boy. Obviously, he missed, causing Lancer to run straight out of the room, heading... elsewhere. “Tis be-eth this boye who squandereth our fun times!”

“Guess you'll hafta catch me to prove it, Lesser Dad!” Lancer called out, laughing louder as Rouxls grumbled even louder, chasing the smaller Darkner out of the room.

“AUGH! K-Kris! Dear friende! Mine fellow 'Puzzle Enjoyere!' S-surely thou will h-helpeth me on mine quest to capture thine bouncing baby boye... right?” Rouxls pleaded, already kneeling down and bowing his head as she begged to the human Lightner.

Susie watched as Kris let out a small laugh, wasting no time in standing on their feet, nodding eagerly. Not before grabbing their slice of Ralsei's cake and taking a large, eager bite of it. So large, in fact, that they might as well have finished it in one go. Susie was shocked... yet impressed. She felt as if Ralsei felt the same way, even as they started to follow the goofy, blue Darkner out of the room.

“S-splendid! Followe me, Sir Kris!”

“Ho ho ho!” Lancer's laugh echoed. “Two blues don't make a right, y'know!”

“LANCER! Stop teasingth me!” The so-called 'Duke of Puzzles' whined, being tailed by the human. By this point, many of the others had already left the room, either in playful pursuit of the young Darkner, or – in the case of Elnina and Lanino – 'other reasons'. Seeing the display, however, Susie couldn't help but immediately stand up from her seat, screeching the chair loudly.

“Yo, are we playing games now?!” She asked excitedly, her adrenaline rushing, ready to follow pursuit of the gangly, high-pitched Darkner.

“Oh, games? Please let me join!” Ralsei added in, standing up from his chair. Hearing this, Susie couldn't help but freeze up, watching as the goat stood up, ready to follow Kris. Leaving behind his portion of cake. His uneaten portion.

This is where Susie felt her earlier worries. Her frustrations. Games were fun, and everyone's enjoyment was palatable, but something stopped her. Was it her nerves? Her thoughts? Possibly. Before Ralsei could exit the combined bedroom that happened to belong to her and Kris, she spoke up.

“...Hey,” She started up, her voice a bit too loud for comfort. It was enough to stop Ralsei in his tracks, immediately facing the purple girl with both hands folded politely behind his back.

“...o-oh, sorry, Susie! Did you need something?” He asked happily, bearing a smile that she knew was less than genuine. Not that she'd tell him. She had her own agenda on her mind.

“Ralsei,” She started, her hair barely shadowing her eyes as she reached for his plate. Even up close, she could tell that his one, singular bite was less than satisfying for her wants. “You still didn't finish your cake.”

Without missing a beat, Ralsei closed his eyes, bouncing on his toes as he beamed eagerly – perhaps overly eagerly – to Susie. “It's okay! You can finish it!”

...fuck. FUCK. There he went again. Too humble to accept something. A gift. As usual. Even his own cooking wasn't safe from his selfish selflessness! Her seemingly neutral expression became more serious, boring into the Prince's pink eyes. Her gaze was... overly serious. Enough to throw him off guard. 'Wrong answer, bucko.'

“I ate mine, dumbass,” Susie replied with a steady, monotone voice. She didn't want to scare Ralsei away, after all. Her nerves wouldn't allow her to do so if she wanted to! Swearing came naturally to her, however, and the short, adorable prince didn't seem to react one way or the other.

'Just eat your damn cake already!' She yelled within the confines of her mind, growing more frustrated as Ralsei momentarily covered his muzzle with a sleeved hand. For a moment, Susie felt as if she was about to go feral. She knew this overly accommodating cutie-pie (where did that come from?!) would refuse her advances. Before he even had the chance, her smile became a bit wider. More... unhinged.

“...do you want me to goddamn spoon-feed you or somethin'?” Susie offered, half-joking as she began to sweat and blush. She'd sooner throw herself into a meat grinder than-

“Susie, I-” Ralsei stammered, alerting her attention. For a brief moment, she expected the usual Ralsei excuses.

'Nooo, it's too sweet, you eat it! Noooo, I made that for you and Kris! NOOOOOO, Kris would love eating that slice! Kris this, Kris that, Kris, Kris KRIS!' Susie thought, already starting to bite her lip. She nearly expected to start bleeding. Her hands trembled, ready to stand up and fetch the non-committal human.

That was until the supposed Prince froze up. His ears and cheeks began to flush darkly and deeply, rapidly at that. At first, Susie imagined she did something wrong, seeing Ralsei turn his body away from her tall, muscular frame.

“...Ralsei?” She asked, beginning to grow paranoid. The goat boy only shivered in place, his fingers attempting to grip his own hands tighter.

'...what the hell is he even thinking of right now?' Susie thought, starting to grow worried.

'YES? NO? YES, NO? NO, YES?!?' Ralsei thought to himself, attempting to hide his blushing face from Susie. God, this was such an embarrassing question! Did he need to be spoon-fed? No! Obviously not! He wasn't a moron! He knew how silverware worked!

...yet here was Susie. Tall, strong, intimidating, kind Susie. Asking if he needed to be fed! By HER?!

Ralsei's fantasies filled with the tall, purple girl, who was shoving spoon after spoon of his own cakes. A part of him wondered if she was requesting this because she wanted to make fun of him. To point and laugh and smear frosting on his fluffy fur while trying to make others look at her attempt of 'artistry'.

Most of him however... figured she'd 'do the right thing'. There was only one way to find out..

With his cheeks and ears glowing a deep, glowing pink, he clenched his eyes shut, burying his mouth within his scarf as he turned back around. It was so selfish of a request, and yet... the thought alone brought him joy. He was willing to take the chance. Before Ralsei could even begin to fight against his own want of joy, his mouth reacted faster than his brain, his head nodding violently. It was as if he had a dangerous, venomous bug on his head that he wanted to shake off.

“Yes! Y-yes..! Okay..! S-sure!” He yelped out, his voice pitched higher than was usually expected of the helpful young Prince. Being spoon-fed? Ralsei wouldn't go against this request! Not if someone else wanted to do this. Not if Susie wanted to do it.

Susie stared at him with a wide, shocked expression, apparently not even sure of what to do as she stared at the squirming, blushing goat boy. Even with his eyes shut tight, he knew he had said the wrong thing. Before he could bleat an apology, however, Susie let out a loud, bemused snort. At first, Ralsei thought she'd laugh cruelly at him. She'd deny him. 'WHAT THE FUCK, RALSEI?!' she'd yell, smearing cake into his snout. 'ARE YOU GODDAMN-'

“Okay, okay!” The real Susie laughed, barely able to hide her amusement as she stepped closer to the 'lonely prince'. Her left hand held his saucer of cake, while the right hand held a teeny tiny dessert spoon. The reptilian girl was surprisingly delicate with holding such small silverware. Susie's tone was still humorous, holding disbelief in Ralsei's reaction. “...what the hell is up with you?”

Ralsei chose not to answer, clenching his eyes tight before they teared up with embarrassment. His knees buckled, causing the prince to kneel on both knees before the larger, stronger, muscular girl. It was as if his body was succumbing to her rough tone. '...I feel so stupid and selfish!' Ralsei admitted to himself, beginning to anxiously clench the hem of his robes. 'Please, please just refuse this! Oh, h-how absolutely awful of me! No Lightner should ever bend their knee to-”

“Damn, quit nodding already!” Susie chuckled in disbelief, already kneeling on one knee as she stepped closer to the fluffy Prince of Darkness, readying a spoonful of vanilla-frosted strawberry cake. While clearly flustered, she was also somewhat... worried. “I'll help ya... just don't cry, arright?”

It was at this point that his nostrils took in the delicious scent of his own 'cooking', already feeling his stomach growling. Susie was already starting to push a spoonful of cake towards his mouth.

'THIS IS STUPID! WHAT THE HECK/HELL AM I DOING?!' Ralsei and Susie thought for a brief moment, before following through with each others' actions. This meant that Ralsei immediately chomped upon the spoon, chewing the cake and sucking the frosting off of the spoon in a dainty manner. The purple dragon girl watched, still in disbelief.

'..FUCK!' Susie thought, already pulling her spoon away and readying a second portion of baked goods to Ralsei. 'YOU'D BETTER STOP, OR ELSE I'LL... I'LL..!' She thought heatedly, biting her lips as the goat boy continued to excitedly eat every portion Susie fed to him.

Susie's thoughts froze, watching as Ralsei savored the flavor of frosting on the spoon in his mouth. It was as if it were a rare occasion. As if he weren't supposed to be doing this. His eyes were clenched closed as well, though his noises weren't avoidable.

“...mmh!” He exclaimed, sniffling somewhat. It almost appeared as if he were overwhelmed with emotions. From the way he squirmed, it was clear he was savoring each and every mouthful. The silver spoon clattered gently as he licked and chewed it clean.

“...and another one,” Susie offered gently, readying yet another spoonful of cake before gently pushing it forward. What the FUCK was she doing? A few days ago, the thought of spoon-feeding anyone would make her want to jump into the nearby lake. However, watching Ralsei eagerly munch upon spoonful after spoonful of baked goods only softened her up. She was on one knee, watching as the little nerd graciously savored his own cooking. If she didn't know any better, she would've thought he was... licking the spoon? “Tastes good, right?”

“Mhm,” Ralsei quickly answered, his voice muffled as he kept his eyes shut. His blush was growing deeper and deeper with each second. Naturally, Susie was quick to notice this, feeling equally as embarrassed as the goat was.

'STOP BEING SO GODDAMN CUTE!' She yelled within her mind, shivering and shuddering in place as she stared at Ralsei. Her spoon clattered against the saucer that held his cake, barely able to contain herself.

'Oh god, she must hate this,' The poor prince thought to himself, savoring and gulping down the overly sweet flavor of cake frosting. He might as well leave now, right? Surely, he had eaten enough at this point. Darkners didn't need this sort of treatment. They didn't deserve it. Did they? It didn't stop Susie from feeding him his own magical baking. 'Cut your loses, Ralsei..!' He thought momentarily, wondering if he should just dart for the doorway, chasing after Kris, Lancer, and Rouxls Kaard. 'Just join the others-'

Ralsei's thoughts were interrupted by another spoon of delicious, vanilla-strawberry cake entering his lips. He didn't even realize his mouth was open!

“...weirdo,” Susie huffed playfully, barely able to look away from the sight of what she was allowing to happen. Her tone was gruff, yet... delicate. Gentle. Loving.

...loving?! Where the fuck did THAT... well, why wouldn't this whole ordeal be loving? Here she was, feeding spoonful after spoonful of cake to a guy who didn't even think he deserved a bedroom. It was obvious to her that she had to harbor some sort of love to him. She certainly wouldn't be doing this for anyone else.

“...mhmm....” The submissive prince replied softly, agreeing with her previous statement. He was still in disbelief of what was happening, yet still accepting the actions of his words. Yeah, he was a 'weirdo'. If that was the case, however, he'd happily be a 'weirdo' forever. Whatever made Susie continue to show her kind, gentle affection to him. Ralsei kept his eyes shut as she continued, unsure if he could look into Susie's pretty face without feeling even more flustered than he did currently.

Susie felt somewhat fortunate that Ralsei's eyes were closed. Even if her moves were delicate and slow, it was clear that she was feeling a lot of pent up 'cuteness aggression,' something she never even knew she experienced! Her composure was growing weaker with each piece of cake fed to the fluffy boy, her purple cheeks burning darker and hotter than they've ever been. Her own body was starting to shudder, once again beginning to secretly argue with her instincts.

'He looks so damn happy... I think?! He hasn't pulled away yet...little guy loves this...' She pondered, watching Ralsei thoughtfully chew his current piece. Susie felt her hands shake nervously, a new, different idea spawning in her brain. '...no. This is a dumbass idea, NO. I don't even know if he'll like it!' Ralsei's sweetness was becoming too much for the supposed 'tough girl' to bear. Even when he wasn't trying, he still managed to turn her heart into mushy slop. Why did she love it so much?!

'Do you dare? Do you fucking dare?!' Susie thought, panicking inwardly as she began to bite her lip again.

“...'kay. A-another bite, comin' up,” She said aloud, her hushed voice surprisingly anxious. She quietly set the plate and spoon off to the side, steeling her nerves. 'Now or never..!'

“Uh huh...” Ralsei responded, equally as quiet. With his eyes still shut, he began to open his mouth, readying himself for another piece of cake. Instead of baked goods, however, the fluffy prince got a taste of something very unexpected. In his opinion, it was much better than cake.

Susie had shoved her face forwards, bumping her lips against Ralsei's and kissed him. As the girl held the smooch, his eyes shot open, incredibly surprised with this turn of events. His blush burned redder than apples and hotter than all of the stars in the sky, almost in disbelief of what was even happening! Susie's lips were pleasantly soft, and it only took a few moments before Ralsei found himself melting longingly into the tender moment.

“Mmmh..!” He exclaimed with a muffled squeak, his brain completely fried of any and all conscious thought that didn't have to do with the girl he was kissing.

'Can this boy get any fluffier? Even his damn lips are soft!' Susie mused, barely able to think straight as her stumpy tail began wagging like crazy behind her. She imagined that, if Ralsei had one too, it'd be doing the same (and it was).

A few seconds felt like a few hours, though finally the two pulled away. Their faces hovered merely a few inches away from each other's, both panting gently, looking into each other's eyes. It was as if the two were trying to gauge the other's reaction. The two were clearly flustered, though there was definitely a shared tenderness between them.

For a bit, neither one knew what to even say. Neither one had really kissed anyone before, nor did they expect to do that with each other. It was... pleasant. Ralsei finally found the nerve to whisper, “T-thank you...”

Susie slowly wrapped her left arm around the prince's back, slowly pulling him into an embrace as her other hand started to curl into his. “...want seconds?” She whispered back, her face still warm and comforting, yet still held remnants of a teasing smirk.

The answer came in the form of Ralsei initiating the kiss, this time, feeling a lot more prepared for the action. Susie was eager to follow through, closing her eyes as the two tenderly held and smooched each other. One kiss turned into two, then two into three, with each new kiss lasting longer and longer. The two felt incredibly safe and vulnerable with the other, and almost didn't want the moment to end.

Susie could still taste the sweet frosting on his tongue.

[gyaruhana]

please write more thanos 230 smut i need to fight for dominance with this man and the previous fic was great

Thanos/Choi Su-Bong - Hatefucking (pt.2)

Synopsis: You and Thanos hate each other and, no matter how many death threats he sends your way, you never listen. So he decides that, if threats don’t work, maybe you need to be fucked instead. Of course, he's a fool to think he'll get away with that.

A/N: hey.... hey.. how y'all doing..? I'm back from the dead in honor of squid game s3 so here's this finally.

Warnings: smut, thanos gets denied release bc he deserves it, every1 is mean, we basically attempt to murder nam-gyu but he lives dw, hair pulling (from both us and thanos), it's literally called hatefucking so don't expect lovey dovey stuff.

Waking up the next morning after last night's events was.. Something. You felt very conflicted with yourself. You couldn’t believe you had let that absolute dickhead have his way with you and treat you like a whore. You wanted to punch him for having the audacity to do that with you but you also wanted to punch yourself for letting him get away with that. You had half a mind to walk up to him now and yell at him but you knew that would get you nowhere. If anything, it would just make you more angry because he’d probably look at you with that dumb cocky smirk again and make fun of you. 

You snapped out of your thoughts when the very loud voice of Thanos rang out again. You looked over at him immediately with a glare, not appreciating his current volume when it was this early in the morning. He was louder than the blaring classical musical that would play through the speakers to wake everyone up. You were really hoping today would be the day he dies so you’d never see his dumb face again. The chances that happened were ridiculously slim though considering he was a little too willing to sacrifice everyone within a 5 mile radius of him. 

“Good morning everyone! Let’s play some games!” Thanos spoke with a large grin, much to the dismay of everyone else who didn’t want to deal with such an energetic person after just waking up. In all honesty, Thanos was feeling much more excitable today. He had been thinking about the events of last night non-stop as seeing you in that state was a real treat for him. He really didn’t expect he’d enjoy using you so much but, now that he’s done it once, he can’t help but want to do it again. It was a real ego booster to see you on his knees sucking his cock after all the shit you had said to him. He preferred you much better when you kept quiet. 

You peeled your eyes off of him after a few solid seconds of telling him to shut up through the power of telekinesis, instead opting to look at the ground beneath your feet to avoid poisoning your eyes with his ridiculous face. You let out a sigh before getting up and shoving your hands into your pockets in a rather poor attempt to blend into the small amount of people left. It was sort of surreal to think that there were 456 people when you first arrived here and now there’s not even close to 200 people left. Although, the deaths you witnessed had left you rather desensitized to murder now.

You subtly walked over to the line of players that was slowly beginning to form as it was time for the next god forsaken game. You were hoping you could avoid Thanos and his dumb little friends - if they could even be called his friends - because you weren’t keen on hearing what comments he had to make today. You could only guess some of the things he would say after the events of last night, none of which you wanted to hear come from his mouth.

You followed behind the line of survivors as you were led through hallways, up way too many stairs for your liking, and finally to the game room for today. It was certainly an interesting looking place. It was a circular room - sort of like a circus tent - and there were many doors that seemed to each lead to a small room. In the center of the room, there was a circular platform which seemed to house three carousel horses in the very center. You didn’t have a single clue what this game could possibly be but you didn’t let that deter you.

The usual robotic voice rang out over the speakers explaining the game for today. You listened as it explained the rather simple rules of the game. You almost wanted to laugh at how easy this game sounded although you knew better than to do that as there was probably some trick to this game. If anything, this game might encourage violence because it’s more of an every-man-for-himself type game under the guise of a team game. 

You stepped onto the large circular platform, not exactly looking forward to the inevitable chaos of this game. You watched each player carefully as they stepped onto the platform with utmost caution. Clearly, everyone was on edge as they all seemed to predict that what was about to occur would be anything but humane. 

A sudden hand on your shoulder made you flinch slightly as you looked behind you to see Thanos’s stupid grin. He seemed to have gotten even cockier, maybe because he thought he had some sort of power over you now. You let out an audible sigh as you turn around to face him with annoyance written all over your face.

“What? What do you want?” you question but your tone made it clear you really didn’t give a fuck what he wanted. He laughed at your slight aggression towards him and squeezed your shoulder slightly. “Relax, just wishing you good luck,” he says with a small smirk but it was clear his intentions were in fact not to wish you good luck. You pulled your hand out of your pocket and quickly pushed his hand off your shoulder with a scoff. “I don’t need your good luck,” you speak and he looks away with slight annoyance.

“Was yesterday not enough for you? Maybe I should fuck your bitchy face again, huh?” he says as he looks down at you, the smirk on his face long gone and replaced with the same annoyance as yours. “How about I fuck your bitchy face up instead?” you speak. You couldn’t believe the audacity he had to bring up what happened yesterday now. It was like he was trying to throw you off your game so you’d die. Well, unfortunately for him, you’d sooner claw his eyes out then die in a stupid place like this.

He seemed to find something so amusing about your words, you could just see it on his face that he found you ridiculous. “Better hope we don’t cross paths this round,” he spoke before patting your shoulder twice and leaving you alone to go to his own team. The threat was very clear this time around and you could tell he meant it. If you got too close to him, he’d make sure to kill you. The idea brought a small smirk to your face. Him? Killing you? You wouldn’t even let him succeed in that in his dreams.

You let out a scoff before turning around. On cue, the platform began to spin and some childish music played. When the platform stopped, a number was called out and you quickly found a group to run into a room with. It was a bunch of strangers who you hadn’t had the chance to speak to and you definitely weren’t going to try any time soon. You watched through the slot in the door as people who weren’t so fortunate got eliminated but it seemed Thanos hadn’t gotten to share the same fate.

It took around 10 minutes before the room doors were unlocked and the players trailed back to the center platform. This went on for four rounds and you, thankfully, did not have any encounters with Thanos yet. However, you had been watching him and he seemed rather preoccupied in sacrificing his own teammates. You honestly weren’t surprised. Of course, he was sacrificing his own team with a smile on his face. God, you wanted to wipe that grin off his face permanently. 

The last round came by and you managed to overhear a conversation between some close-knitted players. A conversation that had you quite intrigued considering it related to the game. You watched them subtly and took in their words.

“Two,” one of them spoke as the other one looked over at him curiously. “Wait, why?” the other guy responded, curious for an explanation to the guys very confident guess. “We're at 126 people. There are 50 rooms. Even if there’s two in every room, there’s still only enough for 100 of us. If you don’t find one fast, you’re done for,” he answered and that definitely peaked your attention. His guess was quite educated and it formed an idea in your head.

You looked over to Thanos with a small smirk and he seemed to sense your stare causing him to look over at you curiously. You didn’t break eye contact and just stared at him. In all honesty, it did make him slightly uncomfortable considering you were just standing there staring. He didn’t have time to think about it though as the platform stopped and the number two was called out. Rather predictably, he left his quiet friend alone and instead took player 124 with him.

Without another thought, you ran after them and quickly caught up with them. You couldn’t explain what got into you but, before you knew it, you had grabbed the back of player 124’s jacket and pulled him back. Of course, Thanos was taken aback and immediately looked over but you didn’t give him time to think before you pushed him back into an empty room, leaving Player 124 in the dust. You closed the door behind you and held it shut, waiting for it to lock on its own.

Of course, Thanos was pissed. He immediately made a move, stomping towards you with the intent to get you out of the way. Not like you were about to let that happen. You quickly raised your foot and kicked his knee making him stumble back with a grunt. “Fuck!” he cursed out before straightening up and looking at you with a lot of anger. He couldn’t believe the shit you were pulling.

Honestly, you couldn’t believe it either.

The door locked as the timer ran out and you let go with a slight smirk before walking toward him. You gripped his chin roughly and forced him to keep his eyes on you. Oh, you were going to get revenge for all the times he’s treated you like shit. You had more than enough of him by now and this was the perfect time to give him a sweet taste of his own medicine.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he said and you were quick to raise a hand and slap him clean across his face. It sent him into a stunned silence as he was quickly forced to look back at you again. Had you actually just slapped him? He was starting to think this might be some sort of hallucination from his drugs but he knew better than that. 

“I’m fucking sick of hearing you speak. Can’t you shut the hell up for once?” you speak as you look at him. Your voice snapped him out of his daze and he quickly regained his composure. A smirk once again graced his lips as he looked at you. “Is this your way of asking me to fuck you again?” he asked. You couldn’t believe he was still talking like that given the situation. Your free hand grabbed a fistful of his hair as you pulled him closer. You were angered by his undeserved confidence.

“I’d rather have a bullet blasted through my skull than have you fuck me again,” you responded. “Then why didn’t you die out there?” he questioned - obviously trying to make fun of you by subtly suggesting that deep down, you want him despite all the hate your harbour for him. “Because I wanted to wait for you to die first. I can’t wait to see the life leave your ugly fucking face,” you answered and his smirk dropped at your words. 

You let out a scoff before letting him go and standing by the door to see the situation outside. You didn’t see player 124’s body anywhere so you could assume he survived and might have it out for you later after the stunt that you pulled. Thanos didn’t seem to say anything and instead opted to just stare at you. You could feel his eyes burning through your skull but you ignored it. You had already decided to fuck around with him some more later. After all, this was just a warning sent to him to not fuck with you unless he wants to face the consequences.

Then, all of a sudden, a hand grabbed your hair and pulled you back. You let out a hiss at the jolt of pain and looked at Thanos to be met with an angry glare. He kept a tight grip on your hair as he brought you close to his face. It was pretty clear that he was anything but happy now. There wasn’t a single trace of amusement on his face. Part of you was glad since you were sick of seeing him look so smug.

“Are you trying to make me angry? Because it’s working,” he speaks. His attitude had changed quite a bit now and he no longer would play nice - or, at least his version of nice. Your hand raised to grab his wrist tightly, a silent warning to let go of you before things got properly violent. “Let me go,” you stated firmly. You had long run out of patience with him. If he didn’t start listening, you’d make him listen. 

He let out a humorless laugh as he briefly looked to the side before returning his gaze to you. “Or what? You gonna slap me again?” he says with a mocking tone. Thanos had already painted an image in his mind of you being all bark and no bite. He didn’t believe you had the guts to actually try anything and that this was nothing but your poor attempt at regaining some sort of power after the events of last night. He was starting to think he might need to give you another taste.

“Worse,” you respond, waiting for his reaction to your response. Your intentions were not to kill him, not yet at least. You just wanted to put him in his place like he tried to do to you. If sex was his language, then you’d use it to send a very clear message for him to stay in his place and out of the way of you. He raises an eyebrow at your words, analyzing your face as if to try to understand what the response you gave meant. 

“Worse-?” he questions before he’s silenced by your lips pressing against his. It caught him slightly off guard as he really hadn’t expected you to kiss him. He wasn’t an idiot though, and he could tell this kiss was nothing related to love or anything along those lines. It was a way to get a message across. You backed him up against the wall as you kissed him and he made no effort to stop you. If anything, he actually partially reciprocated the kiss. 

In your mind, you knew you had maybe a little over six minutes left to prove a point to him and you’d be damned if you didn’t make the most of that time. Your hand slipped down beneath the waistband of his pants and Thanos tensed slightly. Feeling him tense up at your touch entertained you slightly. It only served as motivation for you to continue as you slowly started palming his cock through the fabric of his boxers.

He let out a quiet grunt as he tried not to thrust up into your hand. He preferably didn’t want to appear desperate even though his cock got increasingly hard as your hand teased him. He knew you’d keep teasing him like this just to hear him whine and beg. He didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of that though. That would bruise his ego and he couldn’t have that happen.

“Is this your way of saying you want my dick again?” Thanos speaks with a smirk, keeping up his cocky facade as if he isn’t starting to feel rather eager to get his dick sucked. You gave him no response, opting to instead pull his pants down to his knees along with his boxers and free his hardening cock. 

His breath hitched for a moment as your hand wrapped itself around his cock achingly slowly. Usually, Thanos had the power in situations like this. He couldn’t think of a single time where he was the one pushed up against the wall with his head leaned back and his eyes squeezed tight at a little pleasure. Feeling the way you slowly stroked his dick, purposely teasing him - it was driving him mad. He wanted to say something - to do something.

He wanted to grab a fistful of your hair and throw you to the ground before fucking the life out of you but he couldn’t. He was feeling weirdly sensitive and it had him distracted beyond belief. Of course, you had noticed how he was actually submitting to you. It brought a smirk to your face knowing you made him give up so quickly.

“What’s wrong?” You question as your thumb goes to his tip and traces light circles. He grunted - an attempt to cover up what you both knew would’ve been a whine. “Too much for you?” You tease as you quicken your motions a little to try to elicit more sounds from him.

“Shut- up,” Thanos spoke as his hips instinctively thrusted upward. He was chasing a release even though he knew you wouldn’t let him have it. He knew that you just wanted to leave him hard and horny with no one to help but his own hand. 

His words make you laugh a little. His annoyance and desperation were funny to you - hilarious even. The fact someone like him was being reduced to this might be the best thing you’ve ever seen. It was even better when he actually started whining. 

By now, Thanos had given up on his attitude. He hoped that maybe if he just started begging you to let him cum, you would. As shameful as it was for him. He really didn’t want to be left with nothing. 

“Fuck- c’mon, faster. I’m so close,” He spoke through heavy breaths and slight whines. He ran a hand through his hair as he felt his release closing in on him. Fuck, he wouldn’t say it out loud, but you were good. The way your hand fit perfectly around his cock and effortlessly switched places was driving him mad. “I’ll do whatever you want,” he adds in a desperate attempt to get the release he needs.

“Oh yeah?” you question as you grip his chin and make him look at you. He nods his head quickly like some puppy desperate for a treat. “Anything,” he repeats and, for a moment, he thinks you’re agreeing because your hand moves up and down his cock faster and your thumb presses on his tip just perfectly but then-

The door unlocks. And the feeling is gone. 

A whine leaves his mouth as he almost feels himself collapse to the floor. You were already walking out and, if his dick wasn’t aching right now, he would have chased you down. 

“Fucking bitch,” he cursed under his breath before letting out a heavy sigh. Reluctantly, he pulled his pants back up, the friction making him wince a little before he relaxed slightly and ran up to you.

“What the fuck was that?” he said quietly to you with annoyance. He was pissed off that you basically stripped him of his dignity and didn’t even give him the gift of release in return. Upon getting no response from you, Thanos lets out a noise of frustration but he continues to quickly trail after you. “Oh, so now you’re gonna ignore me,” he says as he blocks your way to force you to acknowledge him.

“What? That desperate for more?” you tease as you fold your arms over your chest. You didn’t even let him answer before you spoke again. “God, you’re pathetic. I’d recommend you fuck off from now on, yeah?” you speak. He’s quiet for a few moments as he just stares which elicits a scoff from you before you push past him and walk back to the center of the room.

Thanos doesn’t move after you this time, too busy trying to come to terms with what just happened. He couldn’t believe he let you get away with that. He should’ve done something- anything, but he didn’t. He was left feeling unsatisfied and frustrated. His ego was a little hurt too. You played his game and still beat him at it. Fuck, you were annoying. 

“Fucking bitch,” Thanos curses under his breath. “Fucking.. Hope she gets shot,”

[boobxrry0]

Here’s a list of HCs for Amphoreus college AU. Warning there’s a lot below the cut

Phainon

- Who is his roommate you ask? None other than Mydeimos. Who else??

- He used to use a skateboard all the time in Highschool, but he doesn’t use it that much anymore so it just kinda. Stays in the corner of his dorm (yes this is a sk8 reference. Sue me)

- He came out as bisexual about a month after first year started. who was surprised? …No one.

- Doing bullshit nonsense competitions at 2 am with Mydei, and they get noise complaints all the time.

- He leaves his hair on the shower wall. Mydei yells at him for it.

- Been trying to learn piano since 5ever. They own a keyboard that is currently collecting dust in the living room.

- When Mydei leaves to take care of his library, Phainon tries to bake something. It usually ends up being terrible. I mean it. Black crisp over the top of that thing type shit.

- Forgets to wash rice.

- Whenever he actually sits down and tries to study, he gets distracted on his laptop. It got so bad Aglaea had to literally yank it away from him and now he’s not allowed to have a laptop. Even at the dorms

- ^ Ever since then he’s been actually doing better in his classes

Mydei

- Cooks basically every night for Phainon, but if he’s being a little bitch he’ll order him shitty food and then makes something for himself.

- ^ This got so bad he just started cooking for him again. Because nobody in college has the time or money for that

- He plays electric guitar! If they go anywhere and there’s a guitar of any kind, he’ll just sit down and start playing something.

- Mydei tried skating. He was not good at it.

- He works for his mom and dad at the family owned library occasionally. It’s quick money, really. He genuinely thinks he’s gonna take over full time. If Eurypon and Gorgo don’t mind.

- Phainon tried convincing Mydei to get an odd tattoo. He did not speak to Phainon the rest of the day.

Tribbios

- A professor!

- Literally the best history professor you could ask for. Ain’t nobody failing her class because she’s that good of a professor.

- Super fun. Breaks in her class constantly, fun stuff at the beginning of class. Etc.

- Genuinely cares for others

- Surprisingly old??? She taught Prof. Aglaea when she was in college. Which wasn’t that long ago but still!

- She loved teaching. And her subject.

- Sometimes goes into other classes and everybody cheers. Typically she goes into Aglaea’s class.

- Sometimes her younger sisters will come visit the class. Everyone is surprised by how young they are, considering Tribios’ age.

Tribbie/Trinnon/Trianne (whatt!)

- They’re not in college! Um…

- Tribbio’s younger sisters

- Triplets

- Chaos Co.

- All of them are super observant. Sometimes they go up to people in class and point blank “You look like you’re struggling with your love life. Remember communication is key!” (They get a lot of their advice was watching/listening to Tribbios)

- Trinnon in specific has really good intuition. When someone is about to walk onto the road, she’s grab the nearest piece of cloth/their hand and say “wait” and the next second a car going a kjadraillon miles per hour will rush by. People have cried and hugged this girl for saving their life.

- Tribbie has a keen eye for lies and truth. Tribbios has never been able to lie around her. No one has. She will just huff and say “don’t deceive me.” (Tribios said that one time. ONE TIME to a person and now Tribbie uses it all the time.)

- Trianne will literally encourage people to take the first step. And then she will remember everything and makes sure she sees it to the end. She doesn’t know why. She likes watching over people, and then if they ask to help she will gladly do so!

- They all collectively write/draw on walls.

Castorice

- Good grades in everything. Everything.

- She and Polyxia are inseparable. You will never see them apart.

- If Polyxia is sick she will stay home until she feels better. Take care of her.

- Physical touch.

- “it may be my last year but it doesn’t mean I’m not going to try hard.”

Polyxia (?!?!???!)

- Everyone sees her and immediately thinks she’s just a ghost.

- She is the one who cooks. Castorice helps occasionally.

Aglaea

- Yes, she teaches fashion design. And yes, she also teaches debate. So what?

- chill when it comes to debate. Fashion design? Absolute critic. Gordon Ramsey of fashion design.

-Literally the newest professor. Used to be a student not too long ago. But she’s already highly respected as a teacher.

-There’s some rumors going around about her relationship with Prof Anaxa….

- She addressed said rumors. Turns out they’re exes!

Anaxagoras

- We already know he’s a Professor.

- Math (Calculus) and Science (theoretical physics & Astronomy)

- There’s already so much about him and his teaching style and it’s all canon here.

- Yes this includes the gun

- ^ Insert the video of the Choir teacher with the nerf gun except its kids answering questions.

- “THEY GOT GINA!” Vine

- Extra thing, people keep commenting about his eyepatch. He has never addressed it. And he never will (it was something stupid)

Cipher

- Absolute troublemaker.

- Falls asleep in class even if she was right on time.

- Struggles with money.

- Kleptomaniac

Hyacine

- Volunteers for everything. Everything.

- Training to be a doctor

- Tries to help the teachers as much as possible.

- She sometimes brings little Ica to the campus. A lot of people gather around.

Probably going to add a bunch of stuff later when we get more info on Hysilens/Cerydra!

[elkian]

Like there is fun with subverting and playing around with tropes and expectations but if you don't like a genre and you're trying to make something New and Different in it it's worth asking: Who is this for? Are you going to have fun making it? Is anyone who likes that genre going to enjoy it?

[jayninjago]

We as a community give skybound too much hate when prime empire is literally there and just plain ass

[hana-bobo-finch]

i hardly ever mention Glad for some reason. you. you know the one. the cousin. the mouthless one. bellona’s cousin that I have probably only mentioned once but she does actually do stuff in the plot. yknow. i only have concept sketches of her but uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[daisywords]

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[nedsseveredhead]

My mom was grumbling and slamming stuff around because she had to go over and help my grandparents with something and she said something like "i shouldnt have to do this" so i told her "then dont." And she snapped "oh so if i needed help you wouldnt help me?" And the meaningful silence that fell between us i think rewrote her entire perception of familial relationships

[surpriserose]

speaking of new vegas i dont think everyone talks about the followers of the apocalypse enough because they are literally the best and most interesting faction to me the arbiter of new vegas

[tealeavesandthorns]

//Don't know if I'm on the verge of a meltdown or a shutdown.

Having the longest rant in the tags and will delete later. Need to grab another CBD

[teaboot]

One time my mom took me to a hibachi grill with a bunch of her friends and if you've never been to a hibachi grill basically the draw is that theres a bunch of interactive performance stuff done by the cook who cooks for you at your table, and one of the tricks they did at this one was take a squeeze bottle full of liquor and shoot it into your mouth across the table (with permission)

And now at our table my mom explained this because it was my first time going, and she wanted to make sure to warn me it was liquor because she knows I don't drink- she just said "if he offers to shoot at your mouth, say no because it's alcohol".

And so the chef does his thing and it's all very impressive, but the time does come where he pulls out this squeeze bottle of booze and asks me if I wanna try

I of course say no, because I really don't do alcohol, so he moves on to someone else

And I watch, and slowly come to understand that this is some sort of game, because once someone is drinking from the continuous flow the chef starts counting "ONE! TWO! THREE!"

I realize that we're trying to see who can keep drinking the liquor from three feet away without choking or spilling, and its a bummer cause i kinda wanna try and I CAN'T

But he goes around the table with everyone there, and I think my mom makes it to three, one friend makes it to five, I think my brother got to three as well, and he comes back to me

And I'm REALLY bummed out now but I will not drink alcohol, so I sort of sadly repeat that I can't when he pulls out a SECOND BOTTLE and grins and goes "juice?"

And Im like FUCK YEAH LET'S GO and I'm a bit worried he's gonna spray it into my eye or something but he doesn't, it hits me right at the back of the throat, and I start drinking while the whole fucking table counts "ONE! TWO! THREE!"

And like

It just sorta

Kept going?

And Im looking at the chef and he starts freaking out by the time we get to six, and at around seven I kinda start looking around and my auntie is staring back in shock, my brother is laughing his ass off and my mom has her face in her hands

And then at like nine or ten it gets like. Super tense and quiet, and only the chef is still counting

And I guess it got too much for even him cause we're at eleven and I don't believe in quitting early and it is almost painful how awkward it's getting

So he cuts me off at twelve and raises his hands in the air and everyone else cheers and claps like a dumb movie

and I just sit back in my seat to look back at my mother staring at me surrounded by everyone she knows, bright fucking red in the face and choking with honest to god tears in her eyes and she puts her face back in her palms and starts chanting "I don't want to know. I don't want to know. I don't want to know"

So I give her the biggest, proudest grin and tell her, "I won."

So now every time something suggestive happens in a movie, or in conversation, or something shocking happens around us and she goes to jokingly cover my ears, I just ask her, "Remember when I won?" And she goes face-down and groans, because I know EXACTLY how she thinks I trained to develop that particular skill and she HATES knowing that about me

The truth is though, I'm a whole ass 28 year old virgin. I've never so much as kissed anyone in my life. I had no idea I could do that trick until that exact moment

But she doesn't know that, and I'm never gonna tell her

[burningcomputerpersona]

hey sorry for saying the wrong thing i wasn't socialized properly at the shelter. tbh i didn't even know there was a wrong dialogue option but apparantly there was and now you're all silently ignoring me and i'm here wondering what i should've said instead

[adelina-shifts]

I Might Have Found the Real Reason We Struggle to Shift After Years of Research — and How to Finally Do It

(credits to Kvoyox on reddit for writing and researching and @alliecat2099 for bringing this to my attention)

First of all, I’m not going to talk about methods, programming your mind, and all of that stuff. What I want to explain is something that I’ve been asking myself since the day I discovered shifting—and probably you did too. What is the reason for why most of us cannot “willingly” shift even though we try so hard? And what is the key that can set us free? And I might have found the answer. Of course you don’t have to believe me; you can decide for yourself if you want to trust my research or not. But I personally believe that this is the answer that can set anyone free.

This is a long text, but I promise it'll be worth your time.

Chapter 1: The Hidden Enemy.

Many people believe that our subconscious is the enemy. And while we argue with it, trying to make sense of our “incapability” to shift, there is something else lurking in the shadows. It deprives us of our powers. It makes us wear a mask, seeing only the illusions of life while reality is much different than we perceive it. And that’s the problem: perception.

And on top of everything, this hidden enemy seems to have such immense power that it can actively block us from shifting. And everyone trying to argue that there is nothing that can stop us from shifting, then I have to ask you… why doesn’t everyone shift on command then?

Yes, we shift all the time. Literally billions of times per second, and I’m not exaggerating. But why doesn’t it work when we WANT to shift? Shifting is completely natural, and we already do it. But when we want to do it, it doesn’t work?

The answer is simple. The enemy I’m talking about is our ego. The ego naturally resists change. It wants control. It clings to identity and safety. It fears losing “this” reality. It wants to protect the self. And shifting threatens everything it thinks you are.

It cannot stop us from shifting, but it can block us from experiencing shifting. Because the ego’s job is to make sense of reality. It directly correlates with our perception, all our senses. But what we have to realize is that our perception is a lie. It’s all just an illusion; there is no cause in anything. Reality is fluid; it changes all the time, but our ego gives us the illusion of a strict, solid reality. It imprisons us in a world we don’t want to be in, but what we don’t understand is… that we ourselves, therefore, don’t want to shift. I’ll explain this later on.

Chapter 2: Reasons.

Let me give you some more examples of why I think that our ego is the sole reason why we don’t shift when we want to.

1. In the so-called “Void State,” we are just pure consciousness. This implies that we don’t have a vessel (body) and therefore no ego controlling our perception. Therefore, we can simply shift without any boundaries.

2. In a deep meditative state, the chances of shifting seem to increase a lot. This is because we are more disconnected from our perception (ego) of our current reality.

3. Based on people’s experiences, many people shifted when they were younger. Some of you might not even remember it happening, but it probably did. The reason for that is that children are controlled by their subconscious mind (theta state). As they grow older, the ego begins to develop and take control of the body, making it “harder” to willingly shift.

4. The law of assumption (programming yourself to be a shifter) works 100% because when you do it, your ego begins to accept the idea of you being in completely different realities. You begin to identify yourself as such a person. And when that is the case, the ego cannot stop you anymore because it “believes” in it.

5. It becomes easier to shift in lucid dreams and the astral realm because your ego is not as strong and present as it is when you are awake. Still, it exists there, and that’s why it is not guaranteed to shift through these (you still have ego goals). In the astral realm, however, you can achieve states of higher consciousness where you can free yourself from the ego, allowing you to effortlessly shift.

6. People who shift for the first time often see great results first, but then, as they try again and again, progress seems to come to a halt. Your ego identity begins to change from “Hey, maybe I can do that” to “It doesn’t work; I can’t do it.”

7. Some people manage to shift, return to this reality, and realize that they can’t do it anymore and struggle again. They returned to their ego-self, stopping them from shifting again.

8. Some people grow up in a spiritual, open environment. The ego, therefore, is more used to such ideas and experiences, allowing them to shift easier.

Chapter 3: Understanding Ego

I’m going to give you the reason now that explains why you don’t shift.

Because you are not conscious. You are ego. Let me explain.

Currently, your ENTIRE identity is your ego. You have a name, a personality, a job, thoughts, emotions, etc., etc., etc. You go through your day believing that you ARE your egoic mind. It became your identity, your everything. Every thought it thinks, every emotion it creates, you believe that it is all you. You are so connected to this illusion that you aren’t even conscious. In fact, for almost the entire day, you are unconscious. Because you think all the time. And that is the reason why you don’t shift. Because you are not conscious, you are not aware.

Isn’t it true that you think all day long? You’re always in your mind, thinking about the past and the future, thinking about random scenarios that don’t even make sense. Even when you’re trying to shift, you are still in your mind, mindlessly repeating affirmations, asking yourself over and over again if it is working or not. Every time you judge or label something, you are in your mind. In those situations, you ARE your mind, but this is not how it is supposed to be. You are supposed to be consciousness, not your egoic mind.

I tell you right now: if you manage to disconnect from your egoic mind, stop identifying with it, and identify with the true source (consciousness) again, you’ll be able to instantly shift wherever you want to go. This is not a theory but a fact.

When your ego doesn’t want to leave this reality because it doesn’t like change, this automatically translates then into YOU not wanting to shift. Because you are still identified with your egoic mind. It doesn’t matter how badly you want it deep down; your ego, and therefore yourself, is stopping you from achieving it. If you manage to become identified with consciousness again, it will work.

I want you to truly grasp how much you identify with your ego. Every thought you think, every emotion you allow to be created, every time you judge or label something, every single time you do something like this, you are in your egoic mind. The voice, and the images in your mind… You have to realize that all these things are not you; they are products of the egoic mind. But they seem as if you created them, which is not true. Even when you consciously create a thought, you are not the thinker! You are still the awareness behind it.

This is not how it is supposed to be. You have to understand that your mind is a TOOL. But right now, it is nothing like that. It enslaves you; you have no control over it. Excessive thinking is not normal! You are supposed to be able to think when you want to think. Normal is a silent mind, not a constantly chattering mind. You cannot stop thinking, you cannot control your mind, because it took control over you. It uses you. And then you begin to identify with it; slowly, as you grow older, it becomes your entire identity, and you begin to lose touch with who you really are: consciousness, the silent watcher. As long as you cannot control your mind and just stop thinking when you want to, then the mind is using you. You are not the thinker; you are the awareness behind it.

Chapter 4: The Now—How to Escape Your Egoic Mind.

The only way to escape your ego is to become present in the Now. Now implies no thoughts, no mind activity in general. In the Now, you are fully present of what is happening around you; you are not stuck in your mind; you are actually experiencing with your full awareness what is going on. In that moment, there are no limitations, no blockages, no fears, nothing. All there is, is peace. Nothing matters; all you do is be, that’s it. And when this happens, there is no ego, no gatekeeper stopping you from shifting. The ego cannot exist in a state of presence; it cannot sustain itself when you’re truly present. I see so many people talking about fears, blockages, etc. but all of them wouldn't matter if you weren't identified with your ego and be present.

The problem is that your identification with your egoic mind is so strong that it stops you entirely from shifting. But every single day, there are certain situations where the portal to your DR is wide open, and that is when you are fully immersed in the Now.

I want to give you some exercises that you can do from now on. I’ve learned them from Eckhart Tolle. The goal is to take energy away from your egoic mind and into your consciousness. This way, you'll begin to realize that you aren't your mind and you'll gain more and more power.

Make sure not to be in your mind all day long. For example, when you’re doing certain tasks like cleaning or brushing your teeth, etc., try to fully immerse yourself in the situation. Don’t think; be aware of what is happening and how it feels. Be the awareness being aware. Don’t think about the past or future; draw full attention to what you’re doing, even if it is something as simple as going downstairs and feeling the steps and the weight of your body. In addition, focus on inner body sensations to keep yourself in the present moment. Those sensations are subtle vibrations you can feel for example in your hands and feet (and your entire body).

When you have excessive thought streams, detach from them by watching from afar. Don’t identify with them, don’t judge them, and don’t suppress them. That's because when you do judge, you're just giving energy to your egoic mind. Be the silent watcher, simply observing those thoughts. You will realize that you are not those thoughts; they just come in. What you really are is the consciousness being aware of them. Don’t even identify yourself with the thoughts you consciously think. What you’re doing is using your mind as a tool, creating a thought. But you are not the mind, not the thoughts. You as consciousness decided to use your mind as a tool to create a thought. In addition, try not to think as much as you can. Once you become aware of your thoughts, they’ll eventually subside anyway. Become silent in your mind, and within that silence a portal to your desired reality will open. Because silence is the key. The noise the mind creates blocks you from shifting. When you manage to become completely silent, no judgement, no overthinking, and a clear intention to shift or go to the void, it'll happen.

3. When trying to shift, set an intention beforehand. You can lie down or sit; it doesn’t really matter. Become relaxed by taking a few deep breaths. Now, there are a few things you can do. First, if you are really good at visualization, make sure to fully immerse yourself in the picture you see and make it feel as real as possible. Make it happen right now. Don’t perceive it as a picture; BE in that picture in the Now. Secondly, you don’t need to visualize. You can also immerse yourself in the FEELING of being in your DR right now. Just the feeling, not using any of your 5 senses. It's like you're lying in your bed with earplugs and closed eyes, you just know you're there. Thirdly, you can go to the void state, which is by far the best way to shift. I want to do another post about how to enter the void state in the near future, which is, in my opinion, the best and easiest way to shift. And, in fact, entering it isn’t even that hard once you understand how to actually go there.

I highly, highly, highly recommend reading the book “The Power of Now” by Eckhart Tolle. You can find it for free on the internet in case you don’t want to pay. It’ll change the way you see the world and shifting entirely.

Now, there are two paths you can take; both of them will eventually lead you to your desired reality.

Take away enough energy from your egoic mind, disconnect from your ego, and become identified with consciousness. You can achieve this by doing the first two exercises above. In addition to those, I recommend accepting the Now as it is. It doesn’t matter what situation you’re in; it doesn’t matter how hard life feels. Life is always perfect and beautiful, but your ego stops you from experiencing that. Every time you get mad about your life situations, you’re automatically feeding your egoic mind energy it can use to get even stronger. Either accept the situation or do something about it now. When trying to shift, don’t overthink it. Clear your mind completely; don’t ask yourself if it works. All you’re doing is giving energy to your egoic mind. And then, it won’t work. I highly advise you to just set an intention and become silent. Don’t let your ego take control by thinking, wanting to be there, etc. Take control by being silent and simply observing. Let it happen, let the universe change your reality. Moreover, I recommend meditation, as it is a super useful tool to train your attention, making it easier to detach from your ego. Later on, it’ll help you a lot in reaching the void state.

2. Manifest changes within your egoic mind. Once the mind is on board with the idea that you can simply shift wherever you want to go, it won’t stop you anymore. I made another post about this if you want to check it out. In this reality, the ego controls your perception. It shows you whatever it believes in. If you truly believe deep down that you can shift, your ego will too. Then, even if you’re still identified with your egoic mind, it won’t stop you anymore because it also believes in it.

Again, this is just my perspective on this topic. You don’t have to believe me, but if you go deeper and really ask yourself, “Why do I not shift?” eventually you might just get to the same conclusion as me. It is very simple. You are consciousness but the problem is that you identify yourself with the egoic mind. If you want to shift, either convince your ego or dissolve it by taking energy away from it. Again, if you want a more in-depth explanation, I recommend reading Eckhart Tolles book. Thank you for reading this far, and I wish you the best. 

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More screenshots (bonus, managed to find Bull a shirt and don't know how to feel about that)

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(Accidental) PDA

characters: zoro, sanji, law, ace, kid

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words count: around 300-500 each

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Roronoa Zoro:

The crew is gathered at a lively tavern, drinks flowing, laughter echoing off the wooden walls. You’re seated next to Zoro, who, as usual, seems more focused on his drink than the conversation. His arm is draped casually along the back of the bench, and at some point, probably without realizing it, his fingers start lightly tracing circles on your shoulder.

It’s absentminded, subconscious, but you notice.

And so does everyone else.

You don’t say anything at first, just letting yourself enjoy the rare show of affection. Zoro isn’t exactly the touchy type, so the feeling of his rough, calloused fingers against your skin is something to savor. You lean into him just a little, and his grip unconsciously tightens.

Then, Sanji snickers “Didn’t take you for the clingy type, Marimo.”

Zoro’s fingers stops instantly.

You can practically hear the gears turning in his head as he replays the last few minutes, piecing together what just happened. His arm stiffens, and when you glance up, you find his face frozen in mild horror, like his own body has just betrayed him.

“What the hell are you talking about?” His voice comes out a little too sharp, too defensive, which only makes Sanji smirk wider.

“Oh, nothing” The cook takes a drag of his cigarette “It’s just cute, that's all. Didn’t think you’d be the type to get all touchy in public.”

Zoro yanks his arm back so fast you almost fall sideways “I wasn’t!” He groans, rubbing his face like he can physically scrub the moment from existence “It wasn’t on purpose.”

You stifle a laugh, reaching up to pat his arm “Relax, Zoro. It’s fine.”

He glares at you, but there’s a bit of redness creeping up his neck “I don’t do that stuff in public.”

Sanji hums, clearly enjoying this way too much “Mhm. Sure. Just keep telling yourself that.”

Zoro grumbles something under his breath, clearly ready to die on this hill. But even as he crosses his arms and scowls at his drink, his knee remains pressed against yours under the table.

Accidental or not, you’ll take what you can get.

Vinsmoke Sanji:

The sun is setting over the Sunny, casting golden hues across the deck. Dinner is long over, but most of the crew lingers, full and satisfied. You sit beside Sanji near the railing, listening to the breeze and the distant laughter of the others. He’s in a good mood, smiling as he talks to you about a new dessert he’s planning, something with caramel and sea salt, he says, because “a contrast of flavors makes things more exciting, mon amour.”

You roll your eyes at the nickname but don’t bother fighting it. Sanji flirts like he breathes, and by now, you’ve just learned to go along with it.

Then, it happens.

You’re mid-sip of your drink when Sanji, without thinking, reaches out and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

It’s so natural, so smooth, that it takes you a second to process what just happened. The conversation around you continues, but you feel frozen, heat creeping up your neck.

Sanji, of course, remains utterly unaware. He keeps talking like nothing’s happened, his fingers lingering near your ear for just a moment before pulling away. It wasn’t even a grand gesture, just an absentminded, casual thing. But the way it makes your heart stutter? Absolutely unfair.

Unfortunately, someone does notice.

“Oi, Sanji,” Usopp teases, leaning over the table with a shit-eating grin “Didn’t know you were already at the ‘tucking their hair back like a romance novel protagonist’ stage.”

Sanji blinks “Hah?”

Nami chuckles “That was smooth, even for you.”

Sanji frowns, clearly replaying the last few seconds in his head. His hand twitches, as if only now realizing what it just did. He looks at you, at your slightly wide eyes, at the way you’re still holding your drink midair like an idiot, and then… it hits him.

“Oh—!” His face erupts into red “I—I wasn’t—! That was—!”

He immediately buries his face in his hands, groaning “Shit… I didn’t even notice I—!”

“You touched their hair, Sanji,” Usopp deadpans, grinning. “That’s practically a confession.”

Sanji sputters, waving his arms dramatically “It’s not like that! I— I just—” He stops, then sighs, rubbing his temples. “Mon dieu…”

You watch him, amused. The smooth-talking, ever-flirty Sanji, reduced to a blushing mess over one small gesture.

You smile. Maybe you didn’t mind it so much after all.

Trafalgar D. Water Law:

Trafalgar Law doesn't do public displays of affection. The man acts like love is a classified disease, and he’s the only doctor qualified to handle it.

Which is why the Heart Pirates are absolutely living for this moment.

It starts small, Bepo makes an offhand comment about how you and Law seem weirdly close today. And by that, he means Law has casually draped an arm around your waist while reading his book.

Then it escalates.

Law, your usually grumpy, no-nonsense captain, absentmindedly feeds you a bite of his food at dinner. Like it’s nothing. Like this is normal.

The crew goes silent.

Then whispers.

Then snickering.

Shachi elbows Penguin “Did you see that?”

“I felt that” Penguin whispers back, eyes wide.

“Are we being punked?” Ikkaku mutters “Is this a medical experiment or what?”

Meanwhile, Law, completely oblivious, keeps eating... until he notices just how unnaturally quiet everyone has gotten. He glances up, fork mid-air, only to be met with a table full of smug grins and barely contained laughter.

“…What?” he asks, narrowing his eyes.

Bepo smiles innocently “Nothing, Captain. Please, continue being adorable.”

Law blinks. Then slowly turns to you, as if just now realizing what he’s done.

You, being the absolute menace that you are, grin and open your mouth again, waiting for another bite.

A muscle in his jaw twitches.

“You’re enjoying this” he mutters.

“Oh, immensely.”

Law exhales through his nose, looking between the crew and you. For a second, it seems like he’ll retreat, go full grumpy captain mode,

but instead, he smirks, leans in, and presses a quick kiss to your cheek.

The chaos that erupts is instant.

Shachi falls out of his chair. Penguin screams. Bepo claps. Ikkaku nearly chokes on her drink.

Law, of course, acts like nothing happened and goes right back to eating.

But the red tips of his ears? Oh yeah. That’s a win.

Portgas D. Ace:

The bonfire crackles, casting a golden glow over the Whitebeard Pirates as laughter and conversation fill the night air. You’re sitting next to Ace, comfortably close, the warmth of the fire mingling with the heat radiating off his skin.

He’s relaxed, grinning as he chats with Marco, one arm casually slung over the back of the log where you're sitting. It's nothing unusual... Ace has always been a little touchy without thinking much of it. But at some point, his fingers start absentmindedly playing with the ends of your hair, twirling and tugging in slow, lazy motions.

You blink.

The conversation continues like nothing’s happening, and Ace doesn’t seem to notice what he’s doing. It’s almost endearing, the way he’s so comfortable, so unaware, until Thatch smirks over his tankard and loudly clears his throat.

“Well, well” Thatch drawls, tapping his mug against Marco’s “Didn’t realize we were in the middle of a romantic drama. Should we leave you two alone?”

Ace freezes mid-twist of your hair.

His fingers tighten ever so slightly before he slowly lets the strand slip from his grip. The realization crashes down on him in real-time, his freckles disappearing under the deepening red of his face.

“Huh?” His voice cracks slightly “I...That’s not...”

Marco chuckles, sipping his drink “You’re adorable when you’re oblivious, yoi.”

Ace immediately throws a handful of sand in his direction, scowling. “Shut up!” His voice is a little too high-pitched to be threatening “I wasn’t—! It wasn’t on purpose!”

“Sure” Thatch grins, wiggling his eyebrows “Accidental flirting. A classic.”

Ace groans into his hands, looking very much like he wants the ground to swallow him whole. You, on the other hand, are biting back a laugh as you lean in slightly.

“Didn’t know you liked playing with my hair” you tease, just loud enough for him to hear.

His head snaps to you, wide-eyed, before he grumbles something incoherent under his breath. You’re pretty sure you catch the words never living this down.

Still, despite his embarrassment, he doesn’t move away, his warmth lingers beside you, a silent contradiction to his flustered protests.

Eustass Kid:

The atmosphere in the tavern is loud and chaotic, just the way the Kid Pirates like it. The crew is drinking, shouting, and causing their usual brand of mayhem while you sit beside Kid, with your drink. He’s in a rare good mood tonight, smirking as he argues with Killer over some pointless bet.

You’re just relaxing, letting the warmth of the room settle into your bones, when you feel it... Kid’s hand resting on your thigh.

Not just resting. His fingers drum absently against your skin, his grip solid, like it belongs there.

Your brain short-circuits for a second. He’s not the type for public affection. Hell, he barely acknowledges feelings exist, so the fact that he’s touching you like this, so casually, is… unexpected.

And the worst part? He doesn’t seem to realize he’s doing it.

You glance down, then back up at him. He’s still engaged in his conversation with Killer, completely unaware of the way his thumb is now slowly tracing circles against your leg.

It’s fine. It’s totally fine. You can just pretend like this isn’t affecting you...

"Oi, Kid" Heat suddenly snickers from across the table, eyes gleaming with mischief "y/n is so red that it like they're about to explode. Didn’t know you were the handsy type."

Kid pauses mid-sentence "Huh?"

He follows Heat’s gaze, straight to where his hand is resting on you. His fingers twitch. You feel the exact moment his brain catches up with his body, the slow realization creeping onto his face.

The entire table is watching now, grinning like they’ve just witnessed something hilarious.

"Shit," Kid mutters, yanking his hand away like he’s been burned. His face twists into a scowl, and his cheeks—just barely—tinge red "I wasn’t—!" His voice raises, defensive. "It was just—!"

Killer snorts "Yeah, sure. Just absentmindedly groping them in the middle of a crowded tavern. Totally normal."

The crew erupts into laughter. Kid growls, kicking Heat’s chair out from under him, sending the man crashing to the floor "Shut the hell up!"

You bite your lip, fighting back a grin.

Even as he huffs and glares at his drink, grumbling about stupid bastards and their stupid comments, his knee remains firmly pressed against yours under the table.

Accidental or not, he’s not moving away.

And neither are you.