#posts that make you think. like. really hard . maybe a bit too hard

[cbeargyu]

just a bet for you [2]

summary: you fall for him, deeply, blindly. you give him everything—including your first time. but when he confesses it was all part of a bet, your world collapses. months later, he realizes too late that his feelings were real. but now, you’ve moved on, and when he tries to reach you, you make it clear: he doesn’t get a second chance.

pairing: heesung x fem!reader

genre: high school au, angst, heartbreak, slow burn, betrayal, one-sided love, emotional fallout.

warnings: emotional manipulation, virginity loss, betrayal for a bet, mentions of bullying, intense emotional scenes, crying, self-worth issues, explicit heartbreak, mention of physical intimacy, slap scene, heavy angst, no happy ending.

wc: 4,3k

notes: hi!!🩷 thank you so, so much for all the love the first part of this story received, it honestly made me so happy to see the response :D! you guys make me really happy, i love you all so much. stay tuned because i’ll be posting the other two heesung stories i promised you soon <3 also, if you want to be added to the taglists for upcoming fics, feel free to fill out this form! you can specify which groups or idols you’d like to be tagged in, it would help me stay a bit more organized 🫶🏻

PART 1 HERE.

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you didn’t go to school for two weeks after it happened.

at first, you told your parents you were just tired. that maybe you were coming down with something. that your body ached. and it was true, in a way—your body did ache, but not from any illness they’d understand. the ache sat deep in your chest, in your lungs, in the pit of your stomach. it made it hard to breathe, hard to eat, hard to sleep without waking up in tears.

you cried until your throat burned. until your pillow was soaked. until your fingers curled into your sheets in the middle of the night, wishing you could claw him out of your memory. you kept replaying it over and over again—how he held you, how he kissed your forehead, how gently he moved inside you, how he fed you soup and looked at you like you were made of glass. and then how he broke you in the same room he touched you like you mattered.

you didn’t understand.

you couldn’t understand.

someone who loved with actions—who tied your shoelaces when they came undone, who waited at the gate after school, who sat in silence with you in the library just to be near you—how could that all be a lie? how could someone fake the way his thumb brushed over your hand while you solved equations, or the way he held you like the world outside your bedroom didn’t exist?

you told yourself there had to be something real in it. maybe not all of it. but something. he couldn't have done all that just for a bet… right?

but while you cried yourself sick, the others were laughing.

heesung and his friends—jay, sunghoon, the others who had always hovered around like shadows—were joking about it in the cafeteria. about how you’d fallen hard. about how easy it had been. jay even said he didn’t think you’d go through with it. sunghoon just laughed and said, “i guess love makes girls blind.”

and heesung?

he laughed too.

smirked and said, “i told you. i knew she’d give in. i know her type.”

and maybe something in him tightened when he said it. maybe something in his chest flickered, sharp and bitter. but no one noticed—not even him. because in front of his friends, his pride had to survive. so he played along. like you had meant nothing. like none of it had mattered.

and yet… when you came back, everything changed.

you walked into school two weeks later with your head held a little higher. your eyes were tired, but they didn’t tremble anymore. your uniform was the same, your hair was the same, but there was something different about the way you carried yourself. you smiled at your teacher when she welcomed you back. you answered roll call like nothing was wrong. when people whispered in the halls, you didn’t flinch.

you told everyone your parents had taken you out of town to visit your grandmother. “we didn’t plan it,” you said easily. “they just made the decision last minute. no signal where we were.”

you sat in class like normal. you took notes. you even hummed quietly during break.

and people noticed.

not in the cliché, dramatic way. not like you suddenly became the “hot girl.” it was quieter than that. it was in the way people looked twice when you walked by. the way they hesitated before talking about you. the way they no longer saw you as invisible, but as something they couldn’t quite define.

and heesung noticed too.

he saw the way your posture had changed. the way you didn’t glance around nervously anymore. the way you answered questions with confidence, how you laughed with classmates you never used to talk to. something about your presence was louder now, even if your voice wasn’t.

and for the first time since he left your house, he started remembering.

he remembered how your hands shook when you first held his. how your eyes lit up when he brought you strawberries one afternoon because you mentioned liking them in passing. how he watched you sleep once, and something inside him clenched in a way he didn’t understand back then.

he told himself it was all an act. that he was just playing the part. that every kind gesture, every glance, every soft breath against your skin was planned.

but not all of it was.

some things just... happened. some moments weren’t rehearsed. and now, watching you from across the room, something sharp curled beneath his ribs.

regret.

and that feeling only deepened when, one afternoon, you were walking past the lockers and someone called your name.

“y/n!”

you turned, blinking, and found a boy you didn’t recognize very well—jake, from class 1-b. tall, warm smile, honey-brown hair. he jogged over with a little out-of-breath laugh.

“you dropped this earlier in the hallway,” he said, holding out your pen.

you blinked at it, surprised. “oh… thank you. i didn’t even notice.”

“yeah,” he grinned, rubbing the back of his neck. “figured you’d want it back. it’s cute. the little star charm’s cool.”

you laughed, a small, real sound. “it was a gift. from myself.”

he laughed with you. “solid choice.”

he walked with you to class that day. not flirtatious. just easy. light.

and heesung saw it all from the other end of the hall—your laugh, your comfort, the way jake looked at you like you were bright and new.

and something in his stomach twisted.

for the first time, he wasn’t part of your world.

he had no place there anymore.

and maybe—just maybe—that was the part that hurt the most.

heesung didn’t notice it all at once.

at first, it was just a quiet discomfort. something small. like the subtle ache of a bruise you forgot was there until someone brushed against it. a flicker in his chest that he ignored. a hollow feeling he pushed down with laughter and noise.

he told himself he didn’t care. that he had won. that it was just a bet and he had gotten what he wanted. his friends kept saying it, too—how easy it was, how good the payoff had been, how funny it was that you actually cried.

but every time they said your name like it was a joke, something in him tensed.

still, he smiled.

still, he laughed.

because that’s what he was supposed to do.

until you came back.

you walked into school like someone who had been rebuilt. not louder, not flashier, not dressed any different—but something in you had changed. you didn’t slouch anymore. you didn’t stare at the floor when people passed. your steps were quieter, but more certain. like you didn’t need to be noticed to be seen.

and worse—you didn’t look at him.

not once.

not even when your eyes passed over his. you looked right through him. like he wasn’t there. like the boy you gave yourself to had died and become someone you didn’t recognize anymore. it was the first time he realized you could move on. that maybe he hadn’t broken you the way he thought he did.

and that’s when it started.

the ache.

every day after that, it grew heavier. he tried to ignore it—he flirted with other girls in the hallway, he laughed louder than necessary, he stayed out late. but none of it filled the space you left behind. the silence of your absence followed him everywhere, curling like smoke around his collarbones, pressing against his lungs.

and then came jake.

at first, he didn’t even know the guy’s name. just some quiet boy from a different class—friendly, golden-haired, always polite to teachers. but suddenly, he was sitting beside you during lunch. carrying your books when your arms were full. walking with you to the gate after school. he never touched you too much, never made it look like anything romantic, but it didn’t matter.

heesung saw the way you smiled around him.

not the way you used to smile at heesung—shy and tentative—but brighter. lighter. like you were no longer afraid of breaking.

and worst of all, jake did things heesung used to do.

he tucked your hair behind your ear when the wind blew too hard. he waited for you outside the library, leaning against the wall with both hands in his pockets like it was the most natural thing in the world. he passed you notes in class—not cheesy ones, but simple things like “don’t forget to eat lunch today” or “i hope your morning was kind.”

and every time heesung saw one of those moments unfold, his chest tightened.

because he remembered.

he remembered how you used to look at him like that. how you used to reach for his hand without thinking. how you once whispered “thank you for choosing me” after he kissed your forehead in your room.

he told himself it was all fake. that he had played a role, nothing more.

but some of it hadn’t been fake.

some of it had been instinct.

some of it had been real.

and now it was gone.

sometimes, at night, he lay in bed staring at the ceiling, thinking of the way your voice trembled when you said you were happy your first time had been with him. the way you clung to the blanket when he stood to leave. the way you ran after him, bare feet against the floor, tears already falling—and he didn’t turn around.

he should have turned around.

now you were healing without him.

and he… he was unraveling.

that's why he didn’t expect to see you again that day.

it was just a normal afternoon—at least, that’s what it was supposed to be. the courtyard was half-empty, students trickling out after class in lazy, aimless waves. heesung had been walking with jay and sunghoon, shoulders slouched, backpack hanging loosely from one strap, half-listening to some story jay was telling that didn’t really matter.

he wasn’t paying attention. not until he heard your laugh.

soft. low. the kind of laugh that used to only come out when you were comfortable, when you forgot to be afraid. he froze instinctively—eyes lifting before his mind could stop him.

there you were.

sitting on the edge of a planter box under the tree near the gate, legs crossed at the ankle, your head tilted as you listened to jake say something beside you. he was holding a bottle of water, a backpack slung over one shoulder. he handed it to you, and you took it with a small smile, your fingers brushing his for just a second.

heesung couldn’t hear what you were saying. but you were smiling. you looked healthy. rested. you looked like you hadn’t spent weeks crying over him in the dark. you looked like you’d finally let go of the hand that once shattered you.

and you didn’t look his way—not once.

that was the part that felt the heaviest.

“damn,” jay muttered beside him, loud enough for the others to hear. “she moves on fast.”

sunghoon snorted. “wonder if she cried in jake’s arms, too.”

they laughed. a few other boys chuckled with them. someone else said, “what was her name again? the one you took home? y/n, right?”

heesung didn’t say anything. he kept walking, but his pace slowed.

“maybe she’s just collecting boyfriends now,” jay added with a grin. “first heesung, now jake. who’s next?”

“bet jake has no idea she was begging heesung to stay, crying like a kicked puppy.” sunghoon whistled. “guess jake likes secondhand toys.”

the laughter grew louder. more shameless. more cruel.

heesung stopped walking.

he didn’t say a word. he didn’t laugh. he just stared straight ahead, jaw clenched so tight it ached. his fingers curled tighter around the strap of his backpack, knuckles white.

they were still talking about you like that. like you were nothing more than a punchline. like you hadn’t mattered. like you hadn’t loved him.

and he said nothing.

because saying something would mean stepping out of the mask he’d been wearing this whole time. it would mean breaking the image. it would mean admitting that you weren’t just another girl. that what he did wasn’t just a joke. it would mean facing everything he’d been trying to ignore since the moment he left your house and walked away from the girl who had given him everything.

he told himself it was better this way. that it was cleaner if he stayed silent.

but his silence was starting to rot him from the inside out.

you were still sitting there, unaware. jake stood up, pointing at something in his phone, and you leaned slightly to look. he held the screen closer, and your knees brushed lightly—casual, natural, the kind of touch heesung remembered vividly.

and for a second—just a second—he wished he could go back.

not to change what happened, not to undo it, but to tell you that it hadn’t all been a lie. that not everything had been a game. because when you smiled at him, something inside him had moved. and when you cried, something inside him hadbroken. he just hadn’t known what to do with that feeling. so he buried it. mocked it. pretended it never happened.

and now it was too late.

jay slapped a hand on his shoulder. “what, you mad he’s got her now?”

he didn’t respond.

just shook him off gently, like the touch annoyed him.

because yeah. maybe he was mad.

but not at you. not at jake.

he was mad at himself—for letting go of the only person who ever looked at him like he wasn’t just a name behind a pretty face. for breaking something he didn’t know how to fix. for being too much of a coward to say, “stop,” when they started laughing.

and for still staring at you like you were his, when he gave you every reason to walk away.

he laid on his back, staring at the ceiling like it had answers.

the room was quiet except for the hum of his fan and the soft ticking of the clock on his desk. it was late—past midnight, maybe closer to two—but sleep didn’t come easily anymore. not the kind that left you rested. not the kind that made mornings worth waking up for.

his body was still. but his mind wouldn’t shut up.

he hated how loud your memory was in silence.

he closed his eyes and it came rushing back. the way your fingers curled in his shirt when you kissed him the first time. how you trembled under his touch but still whispered “i want this with you.” how you winced when he entered you, how your nails dug into his back as you cried out, how you smiled, teary and flushed, afterward, whispering “i’m happy it was you.”

he hadn’t meant to remember all of it—but it wouldn’t leave him alone.

the way you used to wait by his locker just to walk home together. the way you brought him tangerines because he said he liked them once. the way you blushed whenever he tucked your hair behind your ear. how you laughed when he teased you softly. how your voice always dropped when you said his name like it meant something more.

he thought he’d buried all of that. he thought forgetting you would be easy.

but nothing about you was forgettable.

he sat up in bed, breathing heavy now, like the air around him had thickened. there was a tension in his chest—an ache that didn’t go away when he rubbed his hands over his face. it stayed there, lodged in his ribs, aching like guilt, like grief, like a question he’d never asked himself until now:

did i love her?

and the silence answered back:

yes.

yes, he did. maybe not from the start. maybe not all at once. but somewhere along the line—between the library books and your gentle voice and the way you looked at him like he was someone worth loving—he had fallen for you.

and now you were gone.

really gone.

not just physically, but emotionally. spiritually. you no longer belonged to his world. you no longer turned at the sound of his name. he could pass you in the hallway and it would be like walking past a ghost.

he hesitated, looking at his phone on the nightstand.

his heart beat faster.

his hand trembled slightly as he reached for it, thumb hovering over your contact. it was still there. he never deleted it. he never even changed your name. just y/n—plain, simple, the way you saved yourself in his phone that first night.

he stared at it for too long.

what do i say?

what could i say?

sorry? i miss you? i didn’t mean it? i was wrong?

they all felt hollow. they all felt too late. but he pressed the call button anyway, like maybe—maybe—you’d still want to hear his voice.

it rang once.

then the screen went black. call declined.

he froze.

his stomach dropped.

he tried again. and this time—

“this number is not available.”

his throat tightened. he tried to breathe through it, but his chest felt like it was collapsing in on itself.

you had blocked him.

not muted. not ignored. not paused.

blocked. completely. entirely. with finality.

and just like that, it hit him like a blow to the ribs.

she doesn’t want to hear from me. she’s done.

what did he expect?

that you’d pick up in the middle of the night, voice soft and sleepy, still waiting for him? that you’d cry again, say his name, beg for answers? that you’d run into his arms like nothing had happened?

how fucking foolish.

his fingers tightened around the phone, then let it drop beside him with a dull thud.

you weren’t waiting. you weren’t hoping. you weren’t his anymore.

you had walked away. healed. outgrown him.

and he—he had stayed the same. still pretending. still running. still hiding behind silence and laughter and people who didn’t care if he burned.

he laid back down, arm over his eyes, chest hollow.

he wouldn’t call again.

he wouldn’t message.

he wouldn't show up pretending to be brave.

not because he respected your decision—but because he was a coward.

and because facing your rejection now would destroy what little was left of him.

so he let the silence stay.

just like you had.

days had turned into weeks, though heesung wasn’t sure when the shift had occurred. time had begun to bleed together, slow and indistinct, like the blur of water slipping down a window during a storm. everything felt quieter than before, but not in the peaceful way—no, it was the kind of silence that made his skin itch, that wrapped around his lungs and refused to let go, like grief that hadn’t quite finished forming. he still walked the same halls, still sat in the same classrooms, still laughed at the same tired jokes, but the world around him felt distorted, as if nothing was quite where it used to be. and it wasn’t. not really. because you weren’t there anymore—not in the way that counted.

you didn’t look at him anymore. didn’t flinch when you passed each other. you didn’t hesitate, or soften, or seem remotely affected by the empty space he left behind. and maybe that was what finally started to eat at him—not your absence, but your indifference. it was easier when he thought you hated him. hate meant fire. hate meant he still lived somewhere inside you. but now... now you looked through him like he had become translucent, like he no longer held a single thread to your world. and god, it hurt more than he could stand.

he told himself he didn’t care. repeated it like a prayer each night when he stared at the ceiling in his dark room, one arm slung over his eyes to block out everything except his thoughts. but the truth clawed at him like something alive. he remembered everything—your hands in his, the soft pull of your smile, the way your head fit perfectly on his shoulder, how your voice cracked when you said “i’m glad it was you.” he had tried to forget, but it came back in waves, sharp and suffocating. he remembered how you kissed him like he mattered, how you trembled but still trusted him, how your eyes fluttered open afterward, full of something so painfully pure it nearly undid him.

he couldn’t forget. not anymore.

the ache that came with those memories had become unbearable—dense in his chest, heavy in his throat. and when he walked into the chemistry lab that afternoon, all he wanted was to disappear for a little while, to escape the noise of the halls and the suffocating press of guilt that followed him like a shadow. he didn’t expect to see you there.

you were standing near the lockers, facing away from him, your body half-tucked behind the tall cabinet where the beakers and tongs were kept. you moved carefully, methodically, as if each motion served a purpose. your back was straight, your hair pulled out of the way, the sleeves of your uniform rolled just slightly. you looked so calm, so self-contained. you looked nothing like the girl he remembered sobbing under a blanket while he walked away.

he froze. completely.

for a moment, he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move. he felt like the air had thickened, like he had walked into a memory and it had decided to come alive just to punish him. his gaze locked on you, and as if some invisible string snapped taut between you, you turned.

your eyes met.

and everything around him went still.

his heartbeat stuttered. there was a pressure behind his eyes, behind his ribs, like something raw had clawed its way out of him. and for the briefest second, he thought maybe—maybe—there was something still left. maybe you’d say something, anything.

but then you blinked, cold and calm, and turned away again without a word.

you folded your lab coat neatly, placed it on the stool beside you, and grabbed your bag. you were already halfway to the door when his body reacted before his mind could.

“wait—”

his voice cracked through the silence, rough and desperate.

you paused, fingers on the sliding door, shoulders tense.

“please. y/n… wait.”

he moved toward you, slowly, like every step cost him something. and just before you could open the door, he reached out, fingers brushing your wrist.

you flinched.

your reaction was immediate, electric—your body snapped away like he had burned you. your eyes turned to his, not wide with surprise or hurt, but narrowed with fury and something else—disgust. your voice, when it came, was sharp and low and full of ice.

“don’t touch me.”

he stepped back instinctively, guilt spreading across his face like poison. he lifted his hands slightly, palms open as if to show he meant no harm. but it didn’t matter. it was already too late.

“i just… i need to talk to you,” he said, voice softer now, almost breaking. “please. i know i don’t deserve it. but just let me—”

“you used me.” your voice cut through the room like a blade, and he fell silent instantly. “now you want me to believe you care?” you shook your head, bitter disbelief dripping from every word. “don’t insult me. save your guilt for someone who asked for it.”

he took a shallow breath, but your words didn’t stop.

“you didn’t defend me when they laughed at me.” your tone trembled now—not with weakness, but with pain long held. “you laughed with them.” you stepped forward, eyes gleaming with unshed tears. “so don’t act like you regret it now.”

his lips parted, his throat worked, but nothing came. not until you finally said the last thing he’d been terrified to hear.

“you never loved me, heesung.” your voice cracked, but you didn’t look away. “you loved the way i looked at you.”

that broke him.

he looked down, shoulders heavy, breath unsteady. he wanted to deny it, to explain, to beg—but the truth swelled inside him like a wound finally bursting.

“i did,” he said softly, eyes flicking back to you, desperate. “i did love you. i swear i didn’t know it until after, but—” he choked, biting down the panic that rose in his chest. “yes, it started as a joke. a fucking stupid bet. but it stopped being one the moment you smiled at me like i meant something. when you held my hand, when you kissed me back, when you… when we were in your room, and i held you—”

you slapped him.

hard.

his head jerked slightly to the side, the sting spreading across his cheek like fire.

you were shaking now, but your voice was steady.

“don’t you dare bring that night up.”

your eyes were red, but not from weakness. from rage. from betrayal. from the kind of heartbreak that people don’t walk away from whole.

“you planned it. all of it. you got close to me just to win. you let me fall. you let me love you knowing the whole time you were going to rip me apart. and you did.” your voice rose, thick with tears now spilling freely down your cheeks. “i hate you, heesung. i hate you. leave me alone.”

he opened his mouth, but you were already walking away, grabbing your coat and bag, shoving past him like he wasn’t even there. and this time, he didn’t follow. he didn’t try to stop you. he just stood there, one hand on his cheek, chest collapsing in on itself.

he watched you disappear through the door.

and for the first time, he didn’t just feel regret. he felt loss. real, permanent, irreparable loss.

and he knew.

you would never look at him again.

not even with hate.

because even that… required caring.

and you were done.

[ilovecatfr]

answering all questions from my inbox

SHIFTING & LOA

I'm gonna shorten some very long questions. Those have been collected dust for a long time so sorry for the wait. And sorry if sound mean in some of them, I was trying to be direct.

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Twin, is there some mental work could do, cuz I Iwk feel like I can't manifest anything💔

Depends what your "blockages" are, even tho I don't really believe in them there's definitely stuff that can make it feel harder to do. Best advice is to sit down and write out your beliefs (how manifesting works, etc.), what you’re doing (are you always changing it up or doing the same "methods"?), what your problem is, and what you could be doing differently to change your mindset. You are the biggest answer to all your questions, so just sit with yourself a bit and figure it out, twin

From: @daffodilshifts

I saw sm videos and posts sying that shifting needs a state which u get when u sleep 5 hours or smth.. is it right ?

No, don't believe stuff that say you HAVE to do something for certain amounts of time for it to work, because what you are doing is affirming it. You can do anything in a second and even less.

this is controversial but i really believe some people on here don't actually want to shift. like they do, of course, and spend their whole time scripting and posting about their s/o's and whatnot (which is totally cool! i do that too) but they kind of treat it as a fanfiction that is not achievable. ugh i hate to say it but i really think some people should just get off all these platforms and actually focus on their shifting journey instead of crying that they never shift.... like have u considered... maybe.... maybe... you complaining all the time about not shifting could... maybe... play a role in you not shifting??

I think a lot of shifters want to shift but don’t identify with their DRs, like they aren’t emotionally connected to them (which isn’t a problem in itself—you don’t need to be connected to your DR to shift), but the desire to actually be there may not be as strong. So a lot of shifters may not actually want to shift to a DR but see it either as an escape from reality or a fun little thing. But I do think the majority of shifters do want to shift. Also, my biggest problem with shifting at one point was being on social medie too much and in general shifting spaces, so it might help some people to take a break.

How much of a time difference between cr and dr is possible? And I remember hearing back in the day having too much of a time difference could cause a problem when you shift back.

Any difference you want, absolutely no limits. And it wouldn't cause any physical problems, for some people it mentally too much. Know your limit and you'll be fine.

hii!! I'm not sure if anyone has asked this before, but I really reaaally need your help: (I think the fear of not returning to the exact same reality is what anchors me to this reality and stops me from fully shifting. So, my question is, if I shift and then come back, is it really the exact same reality I left, or just a very similar version of it?

The thing is, it depends on your beliefs. If you believe in the multiverse, you’re constantly shifting through similar versions of realities. But if you believe in the law of assumption, you can definitely shift back to the same reality you "left." Either way, there’s no need to fear it.

How to shift reality instantly?

law of assumption, just assume you did.

wait omg u shifted here? this is so cool!! would you like to share about it, only if you're comfortable w it ofc.

My family was just worse in the other reality, lol. Also, random details: climate change was better in my "original" reality, and some stuff in my room changed.

I tried so hard to shift - by not really trying at all. But nothings working. I'm trying to stay positive, because not believing in myself will only further affect my chances. But I don't know what to do.

I think everyone reaches a stage in their journey if they don’t shift after a while, and that state is confusion. What do I do now after trying so many things and none of them working? Now, I don’t know any of you personally, and I could never tell you exactly what to change to make it work. But focus on yourself, not just your shifting journey, but yourself. Build trust and start learning what helps, what doesn’t, and what you struggle with in general that could be sneaking into your shifting journey. Is it your schedule? Your family? Your emotions? Your routine? I don’t know, but I’m sure you can figure it out and find the answers you need to make it work. (Also, you are never increasing or reducing your chances to shift—they always stay the same no matter what.)

I have a question, how do you I fall asleep and stay focused on ur dr at the same time?, like, every time I'm starting doing my method I can't focus about it, I get so sleepy I forgot about shifting and I fall asleep and then I wake up I realize I'm in my cr. I don't know what to do I even say "if I fall asleep I will wake up on my dr" multiple times but then I doesn't happen.

So, problems with focus? It might help during the day or maybe an hour or so before going to sleep to affirm stuff like, "No matter if I’m focused on my DR or not while falling asleep, I’m waking up there." And if affirmations don’t seem to work for you, then start imagining—visualize waking up in your DR, what your schedule is like, what you’re doing that day, who you’re seeing, etc. That may help. <3

If shifting is as easy as I make it, how do I make it easier? I'm not great with affirmations, and have a bad track record with LOA type shit.

By simply believing so. And I know LOA isn’t your thing, but listen, mann. Shifting was never hard until you made it so. This reality makes it seem so by making us believe there’s nothing more. Start normalizing shifting—the more normal it is for you, the easier it may be.

I read a post of yours where you say you can enter the void by "contemplating the darkness with your eyes closed." I've tried it, and I don't know if it sounds weird, but my breathing is causing me to lose focus. So, I don't know what to do to just stay focused in the darkness and not have the outside world attract my attention.

If the noise of your breathing is genuinely causing distraction, you could use some background noise because you can’t stop breathing, pooks. What I meant by it is focusing on or staring at the darkness behind your closed eyes, by doing so, letting yourself wander until you’re in the void. (I believe this is about one of my void posts, not sure.) You don’t need to hyperfocus on the darkness, but it helps you zoom out and zoom in on your thoughts.

how can i manifest my dream body overnight?

Like you would anything else, no difference. My go-to is, "I have this," "This will happen," and I just assume it & affirm it once and go about my day.

hi so i'm a baby shifter and i have this crush at school in my cr and I truly know not that much about him i only know some stuff about him and i have heard things abt him. so in my script can I script he already acts the way he does in my CR so when I shift will he act the way he already does (if this does not make sense I am so sorry I wrote this half asleep💔)

Very cute, first of all—good tea. And yes, he will act the same way he does here, but obviously, he’ll have a lot of personality traits you don’t know of here, so yeah… be mindful, pooks.

Hiiiiiiii!!! just wanted to ask about ur experience with ur memories when you shift, like after you shift to ur desired reality, at first do you keep remembering things from your previous reality or does it take a while to remember memories from that desired reality? I'm kinda scared that when I shift for the first time I might not remember stuff and I don't want it to be awkward Imao.

Everything won’t come flying at you and hit you like a brick wall the moment you shift (because why would that even happen to your DR self unless you scripted it?), but it will be very normal and not awkward. Imagine you’re speaking with your friend and they say, "Remember that thing we did yesterday?" You weren’t thinking about it—you just shifted this morning—but your brain will recall that memory just normally, like it would in this reality.

can we shift to a fictional dr (ex, stranger things) for a however long and script waking up in a better cr or a parallel reality where everything is the same but one thing is different? I was wondering if you or anyone has done this before?

Yes, yes, yes, absolutely. There’s never a "no" in shifting, basically, in terms of what you can do.

What if there's deadline for some of us? Like a really crazy one, and it gets to a point where you can't even think properly because you're way too desperate to shift? What to do in THAT kind of situation?

There’s never a definitive time where it’s the end line, there will never be a time like that. Shifting is infinite, and so are you. But can it get to a point where you emotionally feel so desperate and tired? Yes. And that still doesn’t set a line for when it’s over, that’s just a call for a break, a much-needed one if you’re feeling like that. The best thing would be to accommodate yourself with time & space, with things that genuinely help you feel better and are better for your mental health here, not even related to shifting. It’s important to take care of yourself.

Hey i have schizophrenia and struggle with identifying whats real or not, should i continue to try and shift? It just feels like my parents arnt my real parents ya know, so i am holding out hope to find another real person and not just a shell:] thanks!!

Also you said you've only been in this reality for a year right? How does that work/gen

So, I’m going to answer the easier question first, lmao. I have not expressed myself right, it’s been a year since I shifted here, but I’ve always existed in this reality. So, I’m going to assume my shifting journey and yours may be very different because of schizophrenia, and I’m going to try to give my best advice. Shifting is a personal experience, so personal accommodations are a thing, of course. I’m never going to discourage anyone from shifting, but I would say if things start to feel unstable or bad, that would be your sign to take a break. I can’t express it enough, attend to your mental needs here. Extra thing: you are not a shell. I hope you explore shifting and balance it with taking care of yourself as well. Much love, xxx.

Hi love I was meaning to ask something not shifting related but kinda? So, basically I've been using the loa to revise and therefore change my life. I was wondering if I was going in the right direction doing it, it's a very wide question I know but that's all I care about, really.

It’s your choice at the end of the day. I encourage change if it’s good. There’s no wrong in wanting something different. :)

Hey I recently heard of astral projection and I also heard it is kind of concerning and dangerous. Now I'm kind of scared that I astral project while trying to shift. I heard it happened to someone cause ur also being very aware of ur surroundings... I have intrusive thoughts abt this sm that when I try to shift i keep thinking about it and try to astral projection even if I don't want to:(that makes shifting more scary for me.)

Shifting and astral projection are based on your assumptions. You won’t astral project during shifting since those are two different things. But my opinion is that astral projection isn’t as dangerous as people make it out to be. It depends on your beliefs, but you are a soul with free will, if you assume that you are protected and safe spiritually, then you are. I promise you, there’s no need to fear those things. Some people astral project on accident, but with a single thought, you can just get back in your body. You’re never stuck anywhere. :)

What if I’M the brain and the BODY is the consciousness…?

So?.. Your consciousness is not your brain or your body, it’s nothing physical, actually. Consciousness goes beyond the physical body and mind.

hey, will i still shift if while im attempting my thoughts keep wondering to my cr? Like i will finish my method and all i need to do now is go to sleep but the way i do that is let my train of thoughts flow and somehow even after mh method my thoughts will always lead to my cr.

Your thoughts don’t ruin your shifting attempts, they don’t matter at all unless you make them matter. It’s fine if your thoughts circle back to your CR; you’re not attached to them, so just let them be and sleep. You are what makes yourself shift, and your thoughts can’t stop that. You can absolutely still shift even if you’re distracted by thoughts of your CR.

Heyy I've been tryna shift js can u gimme some uk motivation like "how great its be to in my in better cr" like that stuff...bcs I dont have anyone here that understands the concept (they might think I'm crazy shi)can u?only if u are comfortable with that(ps some tips too)tough times actually...and I found ur blog like an hour ago and I'm obsessed gurlIIIl love uhhh

Thank you, but I think I understand, so I’mma just start yapping: How great is it to be in my better CR and actually have money? How good is it to be in your better CR where you can have everything you want and not even the sky is the limit? How good is it to be in your better CR and finally be a baddie, at peace? How good is it to be in your better CR and have everything you scripted right in front of you?

what was ur og reality like?

Depressing

i would love any advise on how to perm shift to a better cr!

Like you would to any different reality, no matter the timeline or the amount of time you’re staying. It’s no different.

i don't want to make anyone uncomfortable with this- but i really miss my brother who died* this january. is there any way i can meet him i want him back...

You’re not making anyone uncomfortable, pooks. But yes, you can definitely meet him again. Shifting to a reality where he didn’t pass away would be my go-to. :) I’ve also seen people manifest their loved ones back into their life with the law of assumption, so if you search for LOA success stories on here, I’m sure you’ll find some. <3

1. How long was your longest shifting?

2. Can I shift with timing 1 hour in current reality = 1 year in desired reality? Will it work? Will I really be there for a year?

3. Is it possible to stay in the desired reality forever?

Well, this reality, but I feel like that’s boring. My longest shift was to my HP DR, and I was there for a couple of hours (shifted at night and shifted back before classes started). Second and third question: yes to both.

You said we can enter void state by putting our mind out off 3D, what does "3d" rlly mean here? The physical reality as in my body? I can still daydream about my stuff in my past and talk with myself ryt?

3D means three-dimensional, so the physical world and everything observed in it. Basically, the reality around you. And yes, you can still daydream and talk about anything.

Hello! I wanted to get advice about not being so sensitive about anti-shifters and things like that, it's like I see one comment or video and I immediately start doubting I'm not sure why I do that but I'd appreciate any advice thanks in advance

To reassure you, shifting is real, I’ve done it, and so many other people have, too. It’s important to remember that this community wouldn’t last as long and as strong as it has if shifting wasn’t real. A lot of anti-shifters seem weirdly obsessed with either proving shifting wrong or making fun of it. Remember, if those people are doing that, they probably have nothing better to do and are bored. You, however, can literally shift realities and experience everything you want, so don’t reject that simply because some people say it’s not real.

how do i know when to open my eyes when i shift?

So, you just… know? Idk how to explain, but maybe go with either scripting that you’ll smell something specific when you shift or that your eyes will just open by themselves once you’re in your DR.

Why is it considered to be quick and easy to shift from your dr back to your cr but it is hard or more slower to shift from cr to your dr? Even after you have experienced shifting etc.

Wrong assumptions based on misinformation could be an answer idk

hey! idk if this is a dumb question, but when you're deciding to shift to a different reality based on a show you like, how do you deal with wanting to be in a relationship with a person who has an [implied] cannon relationship with someone else in the show? i know all realities are infinite and i can shift to a reality where mine and my s/os relationship is cannon, but it still feels weird.

Soooo, I hated this when I first fell hard for my s/o. My best advice? Block them. ABUSE that block button. And if your s/o is from a show or something where you have to see them, just start watching it as if it’s your DR. Like, "omg my s/o and [person] have such a sibling bond." Be evil about it and fight the demons, idk what to tell you. It’s rough out here.

How to intimidate men?

Hm? Like in a loa type shit or? Not gonna lie this one has been sitting in my inbox for a while, still not sure how to answer it. But if you are reading this and found out drop a update. I support this wholeheartedly so would love to it hear it

[cheezeeflowerboi]

This post is in response to this hilarious post by @paracosm-draw that really got me thinking: 

At first, I was gonna be like, "Daddy, chill ✋" at the use of the big W slur but I have to admit, you gotta point. (I actually couldn't stop generating ideas after. Sorry this went from a short comment to a long ass post.) All of this big brained thinking had me creating some kind of waist kink(?) I don't know, man, but here yall go.

Morning after, Anakin sleepily gets up to get some water/coffee. Obi-Wan follows him into the kitchen, grabs him by the waist, and tugs him over from behind before planting little neck kisses on him. Breakfast is forgotten in the morning after say gex. 

18th century AU(I'm addicted to these). A ball is held between the kingdoms of Stewjon or Coruscant and Naboo. Let's say they're both guards of the royal families. The ball is becoming wild, people of all sorts of origins and status are pairing up. Thick, patterned fabric is swirling around everywhere encompassing almost every inch of the dance floor. 

Obi-Wan and Anakin just kind of gravitate towards one another. The castle already quadrupled security--there's no need for them here. They get to flirting a bit and Obi-Wan asks for a dance. Anakin is definitely the more devilish dance companion but Obi-Wan is bolder in terms of courtship. Like everything else, they turn it into a competition for who can ~out flirt~ the other whilst dancing. This of course leads to Obi-Wan's hands almost never leaving Anakin's waist, hands, or neck and Anakin's Dip(dance move) kink. 

They probably sneak away from the royal ball, find some royal broom closet and royally rail each other there. 

Jealousy AU I don't know how to go into detail for this because I’m too flustered. Let's go with The Clone Wars timeline. Disagreement on the field between Obi-Wan and Anakin pushes them apart but only for like a day or two. They're on some crazy planet the council assigned them to go to. Duh, duh, duh, yada, yada. 

Anakin starts flirting with this person, glances at Obi-Wan, and smirks. Obi-Wan politely finishes up negotiations before promptly going over to Anakin, telling him it's time to leave, and hooking a rather possessive arm around his waist. On the ship, Obi-Wan and Anakin get into this big bitch fight, Anakin’s like, “You can't be serious. Are you actually jealous?!” which obviously leads to Obi-Wan turning his head to the side and responding with, “Perhaps.” Anakin’s kind of confused at first, then he gets over it. You can choose who’s bent over the table, but I think Anakin just kinda shrugged and went for it after that.

Starfighter setting. They’re under attack (somewhere) and Obi-Wan and Anakin get in their separate starfighters. Think of the beginning of ROTS. Something happens to Obi-Wan’s starfighter causing him to crash on some nearby planet, I don't know. Anakin goes after him to make sure he's alright, which he is except for a bruise on his side and maybe a cut on his forehead.

This can go two ways. 

He’s fine but now he doesn't have a ride. Logically, he climbs in behind Anakin despite it not being made for two. The rest of the time is just them bumping around with Obi-Wan protectively keeping his arms encased around Anakin’s waist and Anakin desperately trying to focus with his master basically underneath him. 

Two kinks get unlocked here and it's waist kink(because we’ve officially made that a thing now, it's a thing now) and praise kink because while Obi-Wan has his hands wrapped around his waist, assumedly his mouth right next to his ear, he is also giving him praise for his good shots and piloting. As soon as they get back from the attack, Anakin flips over and fucks him nasty. Don't worry Obi-Wan was projecting his horniness through his praises. He was having a hard(pun intended) time too with Anakin being right there. 

The second way this can go is that Obi-Wan is not completely fine. He’s unconscious and knocked into a temporary coma. Anakin rage fights after that, using all sorts of probably malicious techniques because his master is injured and these bitches are keeping him from him??? Anyway, they get back, Obi-Wan’s in the hospital wing, Anakin stays by his side the whole time, and Obi-Wan wakes up later in the night. 

When he does, Anakin practically pounces on him. (Working unrealistic voodoo magic to make the injury make sense.) Because of the head injury, Obi-Wan’s inhibitions are super low, so when he sees Anakin the first move he makes is to grab his cute, slutty, tiny little waist and pull him closer. Anakin basically loses all thought as Obi-Wan starts stroking his waist and spouting praise and terms of endearment like a running faucet. After that, since he's pretty close to fine, they go back to their room in the temple and it's kind of like the first one except it's that night instead. 

That's all I have for now, but knowing myself I’ll probably reblog this later with more ideas. Congratulations for getting this far if you did! 

[alnst-compilation]

GOODBYE, ANAKT GARDEN!

[ENG] translation

MIZI 

Please write down what you want to say to MIZI.

1. TILL → MIZI 

*The contents in parentheses were written and deleted by Till.

(HI) 

(Hi Mizi!)

Hi Mizi!  You're super good at singing!  (If angels existed... I think they'd be just like you.) (So... I wrote you a song...)  Thanks again for the recorder you gave me when we were little.  (It's my one and only treasure.)  Can you believe we're graduating from Anakt Garden already? I feel kinda sad.  (We could've gotten real close but I guess there wasn't enough time for me...)  Hope you take care.  

2. Mina → MIZI

What's the ocean like? I wanna go too!!  

3. Rini → MIZI

Mizi! I think you're a really great singer.  I'm so glad we got to attend Anakt Garden together because I got to hear you sing! I wish you all the best even after graduation!  -Rini-

4. Siu → MIZI

I love that you're such a happy little goofball! So adorbs!  

—

[A comment from the source Patreon post analysing the blurred text] PistachioLan: In my option For Mizi: the obvious ones missing are Sua and Ivan, considering that we could see Ivan's in "to Sua" and it's bold and rather rectangular I speculate that the bottom blurred was Ivan's and top blurred was Sua's

SUA

1. Acorn → SUA

Confession. I still have a crush on you.  I know you rejected me but maybe you can give us one more chance?

2. Ivan→ SUA

I feel so happy that we're both graduating from Anakt Garden as Gifted students, especially alongside such a talented person like you, but I'm sad we didn't get to talk much.  You've always been very talented, so I'm sure you'll do great in ALNST too.

—

PistachioLan: For Sua: Well this one is oblivious bc of the hearts and jellyfishes, the big text is Mizi and the small I think is Till, because of the shape of the signature

TILL

1. Luna→TILL

I still remember the Anakt Garden Singing Competition when you head-banged through your song so hard that you got dizzy and passed out. That was so hilarious...

2. SUA→TILL

Take care. See you on the stage.

3. Acorn→TILL

You're talented. I'll give you that.

4. Rookie→TILL

You are definitely the wildest person I have ever met in my life.

5. Bari→TILL

You like Mizi right?! Dude, it's sooo obvious!!

6. Eri→TILL

You can come off a bit cold but you're actually pretty adorable.

7. Jia→TILL

To tell you the truth... I liked you.  Have a nice life.

8. Yeong→TILL

I finally get to tell you this since we're graduating  but you were so freaking loud when you practiced.

—

PistachioLan: For Till: the bigger text is obviously Mizi, because of the jellyfish again and then the condensed one I assume is Ivan's (also I think that Ivan also crossed out some of the words he wrote, or at least it looks like it)

IVAN

1. Nari→IVAN

Hey btw when's your birthday...?  I don't remember you ever having a birthday party.

2. RI→IVAN

I've just always been so jealous of you.  That's why I wanted to be close with you.

3. Sein→IVAN

I actually had a crush on you but never got to talk to you ever.  Take care. Bye.

4. MIZI→IVAN

Hi, Ivan! It's Mizi!  You're handsome like a prince, you sing like a rock star, AND you're smart too... How are you perfect?!  And even Sua's perfect too... I'm just surrounded by a bunch of perfect people, huh?!

(...) 

5. Minsu→IVAN

You're like... too perfect that it's hard to approach you.

—

PistachioLan: For Ivan: we already know part of Mizi's was redacted, the top left is Sua and top right is Till

Those are actually so interesting, comparing the general shape and size as well as obviously missing specific character's notes I could speculate which were blurred, which makes me so curious what was written that they decided to redact it and if we ever see what were those notes.

It's so interesting how definable and unique each of them are in their writing! Hope we get to see what was there some day! Maybe when ALNST is over

[k-sunstar]

Heya I saw your requests were open

Can you write a hc for Joaquin Torres, Alex Summers and Bucky Barnes training younger reader (18-24) pls? Thx 😊

Hiii! This is my first request and I was so excited to write it!!

I am still relatively new to the different writing styles outside of one-shots, so I did my best with it - they might be a bit long (I’m a big backstory person)💀. The Alex Summers love is so high for me rn so I made reader as close to his age as possible for some light flirting…👀 (he’s so fine😫😭).

Training Headcanons

All pictures that I use I’ve found randomly on the internet - if I’m using something someone has created, please let me know and I’ll tag them! I never want to steal someone’s work and I would never want mine stolen.

Warnings: mentions of fighting and getting injured, brief mention of death, brief mention of foster care.

Joaquin Torres

Okay, so, I would think that Joaquin - working with Sam for the government and everything - would probably be training with someone that is new to the team.

That being said, I’m thinking you would probably be around 21-22.

You’re brand new in the D.C. political setting and are a basic bodyguard to a mid-ranking politician but have a desirable skill set in combat that makes Sam seek you out to join his team (I’m thinking maybe you were raised young in Hydra or the Red Room and had been on Steve’s radar for a while as a potential recruit for the Avengers…but then everything went to shit…and when Sam stepped up as the new Cap, he did some digging into Steve’s old files and found you - such a coincidence that you’re now in D.C., right?…👀)

Instead of recruiting you himself, Sam send Joaquin to talk to you; he figured you were close enough in age, you’ll respond better to him.

That could not be further from the truth.

Joaquin followed you to a local coffee shop near your apartment and came up behind you. Before he could even realize, he was on the ground with your foot against his throat.

But it turned out okay in the end and Joaquin was able to convince you to at least take Sam’s contact info🤗. And you eventually contact Sam.

Now you’re a part of this little team that they’ve put together - due to your past you’ve always been very closed off and remained to yourself - but now Joaquin is bothering you every chance he gets for you to spar and train with him (he thinks he can get you back from your first meeting, newsflash, he can’t).

After nearly two weeks of Joaquin bothering you (through texts, phone calls, voice memos, little post-it notes he sticks everywhere he can, and straight up coming to whisper in your ear and run away), you finally agree.

It starts out light. You let him get a couple hits in, but you’re not really phased or hurt by them. Then he starts getting cocky and starts saying things like “c’mon you can do better than that, unless I’m just too strong for you to take down a second time” and “is this training too much? We can slow down a bit so you can try and catch up to me”.

After a quick water break, you’re knocking him onto his ass in like 13 seconds; he doesn’t even stand a chance and you’re barely breaking a sweat.

This continues for the next hour.

And you’re taking it easy on him.

By the end, he’s bruised, in pain, panting and gasping for air, and you just sling your towel over you shoulder and his his back in a hard pat on the way out of the room.

“Better luck next time, Torres” you say with a smirk and an evil little glint in your eye, knowing that next time you’d stop taking it easy on him.

Your dynamic is very much best friends who act like siblings when they fight (and Joaquin is usually the one sulking in the corner at the end of all of your training sessions). It’s all fun and games though, neither of you actually do anything to severely hurt the other.

Alex Summers

For Alex, you guys have known each other since Charles and Erik went around recruiting members to join the X-Men (there’s still a couple years of an age gap here though; I’m picturing Alex to be around 27-28 right now, you around 24). Your mutant ability is one of the more interesting ones; you can manipulate the elements.

It started off as like, young teenage infatuation, and kinda just grew from there, getting closer and knowing each other better and better. For years the two of you had been on-and-off flirting, tossing comments each others way, brushing hands in the hallways and during lessons, but never actually acting on anything.

One afternoon, shit just went down and Alex flipped out, destroying whatever was in his way. You went to go talk to him and try to help him calm down, but he accidentally hurt you. You were unconscious for almost a week, and when you finally woke up, he wouldn’t be anywhere near you again.

He sees you in the hallway? Walks the other way. Sits next to you in classes? Either doesn’t look at or respond to you or moves to the other side of the classroom entirely. Charles needs to two of you to go into town to get stuff for the house? Suddenly he’s super busy and you go alone. This goes on for 2 weeks.

It hurts you after a while, and after the initial hurt, it turns into a festering anger.

One day, Charles forces the two of you to make up - you agree to do so in the form of training.

You guys are under the mansion, in the training room, the doors are locked by Charles from the outside (you think that this could be a huge mistake, but Charles knows best🤷‍♀️).

It starts off simple, no talking, just warming up and weight training.

Then you break the silence, “are we actually gonna train? Or just sit around doing nothing but avoiding each other?”, to which Alex responds with a shrug and turns away from you.

That got you mad; best friends for years and all of a sudden he doesn’t even want to be in the same room as you to figure out what is going on between you??

You created a water ball from the water in Alex’s water bottle and threw it at him, hitting him in the head, knocking him to the floor. He stood up and if looks could kill, you’d be moderately injured.

“I’m not gonna fight with you!” he yelled, speaking his first words to you in over 2 weeks.

You were angry, and you knew the only way to get him to talk was to make him angry as well. “Why are you being such a damn coward? Just fight me already, Summers!” you threw a wind tunnel at him, spinning him in the air and knocking him against the wall.

His eyes sparked with anger and he finally shed the hoodie he was wearing and aimed a blast your way, which you quickly deflected, sending a fire ball back in his direction.

This went on for a while, the two of you yelling at each other and fighting with your abilities, then, one of Alex’s plasma rings hit you and knocked you to the ground.

He stopped everything and ran over to you, remembering the incident from now 3 weeks ago. But as he’s coming over to you, you’re standing up, groaning in pain.

He quickly checks you over and makes sure that you’re not super hurt (you’re not, just your ego is). This is the first time in 2 weeks that he’s been this close to you, let alone given any form of physical contact.

You make him look at you to talk and wind up sitting down together, having a whole “I hurt you and I never wanted to do it again” “You were mad and I didn’t give you space, you know I trust you with my life” talk for nearly an hour.

There was no more training after that🤗.

Charles came back and found the two of you sitting on the floor of the training room laughing and talking and left you alone (he unlocked the door ofc).

Alex still wouldn’t speak about his feelings for you (and to be fair, you’re too stubborn to tell him your feelings for him), so it all was left unsaid, to be talked about another day.

Bucky Barnes

With Bucky, you both have such a sibling relationship. Part of that is due to the facts that you were recruited and raised with the Avengers under Steve’s supervision (so Bucky automatically feels like he has to protect you in some way). The other part is due to the fact that you’re 18 and probably one of the most annoying teenagers Bucky has ever met (but that’s his opinion, everyone else thinks you’re hilarious and amazing).

Like I said, you were definitely recruited young to be a part of the Avengers (like, you were a literal child - 7 years old; you were probably rescued from a Hydra base and since you had powers, the Avengers took you in), but due to the civil war between Tony and Steve, you were placed in the foster care system.

Before Steve left Bucky and Sam, he told Bucky about you and asked him to find you and help you in the ways that he never could.

Come to 2027, Manhattan is overcome by shadows and darkness, people disappearing into a black void. You’re living in Manhattan, now 18 and on your own, and see a group of people (heroes?) helping people….you decide to join in.

That doesn’t end very well.

You wind up getting trapped in your shame rooms (a bunch of Hydra stuff and not being around for Nat and Tony’s deaths🙂), but when you come out, Bucky spots you and comes over to you.

Somehow you become a Thunderbolt New Avenger, and Bucky is being a pain in your ass with how much he wants you to train.

“Come on! You haven’t properly trained in years, we gotta get you ready!”, “You can do better than that!”, “Push yourself!”, “Stop being a kid and actually put in the work!”

You make it just as annoying for him during these brining sessions though; calling him names, stealing his arm, turning invisible and just tapping him on the shoulder when you get bored, sometimes you even knock him on his ass with your powers (but that last one only works to get him annoyed some of the time, other times he’s actually glad you’re doing something with your powers).

When you actually want to train and spar, you’re on the same level of skill as Yelena and Bucky themselves; you know your shit, you just like to act like you don’t.

Either way, Bucky gets annoyed (but that’s just because he’s an old man - your words).

At the end of every training session Bucky leaves the room grumbling and bothered (not actually though, he cares about you), and you leave with a satisfied grin on your face.

Sometimes the shit you pull in training enters the daily flow of life in the Watchtower - you’ll pull small, harmless pranks on Bucky; you’ve taken his arm out of the dishwasher and put it somewhere else, you’ve placed small magnets on his arm, and you just casually call him “gramps” or “old man” when you want to get a rise out of him.

In the end, Bucky sees you like a sibling to him and will put up with your “teenage bullshit” as long as you’re taking care of yourself and being happy.

[leverage-ot3]

I’ve talked about this before but imagine what it’s like for someone in a country/place where eliot is Top Most Wanted and then your tech guy finds a breakout star baseball player on their visual scanner that looks EXACTLY like spencer. but…there’s no way that’s him, right???

and then the next year it happens again but this time it’s some one hit wonder country singer kenneth crane that has like 78 tween-run fangirl blogs dedicated to him. you see a grainy video of him being chased by a horde of screaming teenage girls and ??? no way Eliot Last Thing You’ll Ever See Spencer is a country singer star just. signing pictures of his face right…?

a few months later your intern shows you footage of an eliot lookalike who is in san lorenzo talking about how there is dog fighting in the presidential palace and you just. sigh. because of course. a scant few days later the political geography of the country changes drastically and damien moreau is imprisoned. …interesting

and then a year of silence goes by. he still shows up as blips on the radar but he must have a good hacker working for him because his tracks on the internet are expertly erased.

every time you ask through interagency channels some random interpol guy talks in (condescending?) riddles at you and it also somehow feels like he’s threatening you

and then your friend who recently got into foreign hockey teams sends you a dropyourgloves video of someone called jacques the bear. you immediately get a headache (and watch some more videos because even you can admit this guy is a good hockey player)

and you know he’s a Bad Guy but it’s been admittedly a bit entertaining seeing what claim to fame he will come upon next. and his most recent actions over the few years make you wonder.

a few months later your phone pings because multiple heads of state evacuated from DC. the reason? eliot spencer was in town. you hear two days later a bioterrorist was taken down by… the report was redacted. your hacker tells you spencer and two teammates were behind the successful operation. which, huh.

not even a full year later it is released that spencer is dead and… you don’t know how to feel.

[quinn-pop]

yet another oc that only exists because i wanted to write something very specific

(middle is a little older, hence her scar healing. i like to think she gets a glass eye at some point)

anyway this is mira! (they/she) since that wip is almost 20k words and counting i won’t give away too much but long story short she’s the result of meta going “one last time, i promise” and adopting yet another kid

also galaxia kinda indirectly picked the name :)

i’ve mentioned before that i headcanon that pretty much all astrals are autistic and this is just kinda an extension of that. whereas meta tends to suppress his emotions and conform to others, mira…doesn’t. she gets uncomfortable and upset and lashes out at people easily, and working through their emotions is no small task.

the main reason i chose to write them that way was for the sake of narrative but i’ve grown attached to it because there’s a lot of ideas there i’d like to explore. stuff about navigating emotions and relationships when existing is so suffocatingly uncomfortable. it’s not something i could center around Kirby himself, but i think it makes sense with a post character development meta knight.

they are very loved (omg oldee cameo???)

kirby was definitely very excited to have younger siblings after being used to being the youngest in the room for so long!! (with the like. one and only exception being gooey.) he’s super affectionate with both of them and wants to have a close relationship one day, but for now mira is pretty unappreciative of that fact lol. they don’t like being pestered for hugs

everyone else is okay tho

(i know that’s hard to read. oops. “obvious bite marks”. siblings being siblings.)

mira also has a very love/hate relationship with the egg kid, being so close in age they kinda Have to get along but in typical sibling nature they also fight a lot. sure it’s probably rough for a while but i think in the end they’d be good buddies. maybe not as close as Kirby and Bandee but still.

anyway i have a lot of thoughts and am very busy but. i’m really enjoying writing about all this lately it’s been fun ^^

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

"my education is my highest priority" everything returns to vocaloid

[silusvesuius]

g*lmar rly has to be the best skajrim character on the real like even if you don't like him he just is . literally The best one i think......... on dat note i also imagine that he and ulfr*c despite being fairydust BFFs for lyfe genuinely have the worst communication skills ever seen

[autumnoakes]

can i say it now?

sage of time/time powers didn't make sense for totk zelda. at ALL.

when in botw, before the calamity, in aoc, did she EVER show an affinity for time powers? i get that it was like this sort of. hidden power kind of thing, but it still doesn't make much sense. not for zelda.

[evanescentdawn]

wip: sangsoo //tg au.

“Why do you work in a coffee shop? You can't even make a decent one. This is shit.”

Kim Dokja shoots her one of his smiles. “Then, go and make them yourself if you’re dissatisfied.”

Han Sooyoung gives him her dirtiest face before drowning the rest of shitty coffee because she needs the caffeine. “How do you people get customers? When you’re operating?” She says as she slams the cup down, once she’s finished. There is, miraculously, a decent amount of people around despite Yoo Joonghyuk or Jung Heewon not being around.

“I can make good coffee,” Kim Dokja says. “Your taste just sucks.”

[seventh-district]

several days and 15 thousand words later, i am relieved to report that the suffocating urge to Write Something has been sated and no longer has me in a chokehold

[fragmentedblade]

I've been reading about xiangqi a bit and now I'm even more obsessed with that one video of Jing Yuan

[cephaloph0re]

we're going back to the first thanksgiving

everyone lets do this ok? play touys

[jimingyue]

Cat Tumblr Dashboard Simulator

🖋️ meowful-musings Follow

🕊️ birdwatching Follow

what's wrong with dry food??? my humans feed me it all the time and i think it's fine

💀 elusivehider-deactivated948204

op wheres the natural feeding option

🌲 outdoorsy Follow

you guys are getting fed?

#im a barn cat so maybe im missing something here #meowtthew don't look

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☀️ pawsitive-affurmations Follow

ITS OKAY TO BE A MOGGIE

ITS OKAY TO BE A MOGGIE

YOU ARE NOT LESS VALID IF YOU ARE NOT A SPECIFIC PEDIGREE!!!!!

☀️ pawsitive-affurmations Follow

extra special shout out to cats who have "common" coat colors. grey tabbies and black cats i am rubbing against your head affectionately <3

🪤 m0usetrap01 Follow

as a grey tabby i really needed to hear this :"3

#i feel like i never see positivity posts for moggies even tho we're the most common type of cat....

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🎵 rage-against-the-meowchine Follow

i cant believe there are cats ACTUALLY advocating for kittens to be separated from their mothers before 12 weeks??? kittens still need to learn how to interact with other cats before being placed into their furever home omg you guys know you're advocating for undersocialized and aggressive cats right

❤️ loving-paws284 Follow

um op some of us??? matured early??????? i was separated from my mother at 7 weeks and i turned out fine... interesting how you assume that kittens being separated from their mothers at a younger age will lead to the degeneracy of the next generation...hmm i wonder where i've heard that before...

🐈 fluffy-the-cat Follow

OP got bit too hard during a play-fight as a kitten and it shows XD

🐟 tunafeesh Follow

also op have you ever considered that just because somecat is kind of scared and unable to deal with strange cats or humans, it doesn't mean they don't deserve to be adopted?? you sound like a vet psyop honestly

🎵 rage-against-the-meowchine Follow

oh meow god saying that kittens should be fully weaned before leaving their mother is NOT veterinarian rhetoric and i never said that they deserve to be euthanized!!! my mother literally died when i was 3 weeks old and it seriously messed up my development so stop putting words in my mouth, thanks

anyway friendly reminder that underweaned kittens are prone to illness and often struggle with basic cat behaviors like litterbox usage, and in some nyavinces it's even considered kitten abuse

#discourse #cant believe "kitten abuse is bad" is controversial now

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🍃 naturalliving Follow

BORN TO DIE

WORLD IS A FUCK

猫神 Kill Em All 1989

I am trash cat

410,757,864,530 DEAD BIRDS

#outdoorliving #outdoorcats please interact #outdoorcat friendly

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🎣 salmonpurina Follow

can't believe cats are uncritically reblogging that born to die world is a fuck post. i know it's funny but op is literally an outdoor cat truther

#like cmon now you just have to go to their blog #lulu speaks

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gentle reminder that pushing cups off the table is not cute and can cause a lot of distress in your human!!!! gentle reminder that our teeth and claws can easily hurt them more than they can hurt us!!!!

🐰 evil-tabbystripes Follow

evil reminder that the cup should always be pushed off the table. evil reminder that you should always bite and claw at your human no matter what. you can do whatever you want forever

💀 tabbystripes-deactivated098712

make your own pawst

💀 laser-point-deactivated8574721

umm i know a tomcat who did that and his human ended up putting him down so...

👬🏻 nyasunaruenjoyer Follow

Nyaverage shelter cat behavior

#not nyaruto #re-nyab #pickles shut up

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🌈 nyaoi-warrior Follow

saw two male cats sleeping together on the porch today. homeow behavior imo

💡 discourse-meows Follow

hey um what the fuck??? it's really not okay of you to go assuming other cat's sexualities, especially cats you don't even know???? as a queer cat i'm VERYY uncomfortable. real-ass cats didn't consent to your nyaoi fetish, thanks

🌈 nyaoi-warrior Follow

1. i was making. a joak

2. i'm literally gay???

#literally what's your pawblem

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🎩 amazingcatshow12 Follow

reblog if you've ever caught the laser pointer

🎩 amazingcatshow12 Follow

i know you fuckers are lying

🍭 gaykittens Follow

this tom hasn't caught the laser pointer

🎩 amazingcatshow12 Follow

shut the heull up

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🐾 b-e-a-n-t-o-e-s Follow

grey toebeans >>>>>>>>> pink toebeans and don't let the haters make you believe otherwise

🐁 ladymouser Follow

op shut the fuck up ALL toebeans are beautiful!!! just bc you're miserable and insecure doesn't mean you can bring others down based on things they can't control

🐾 b-e-a-n-t-o-e-s Follow

oh so the cat-human separationist wants to preach to us

[xavierfan]

more bre3ding/cr3amp1e p-links pls 🫣

warnings: sexual content below! p-links and sexually explicit descriptions are in this post

i genuinely don't know what to say anymore but this is sylus. on everyone's soul, THIS IS SYLUS

this one too

this too

sylus likes to fuck his seed back into you himself, he does so quite softly. it's an extremely intimate act when he does it, he's gentle and slow, and it's really not about possession to him. he just likes it— the warmth, the slickness, the sound, and the lewdness of it all.

> heavy breeding kink with no hints of possessiveness, he straight up just wants you to have his kid idfk. he would definitely say stuff like, "you're going to make a wonderful mother to our kids." / "kitten, one day you're going to get pregnant and i'm going to be so lucky." / "fuck, kitten, you want me to fuck my cum back into you, right? you want me to get you pregnant, right?"

idk why but this one gives me a caleb vibes

this one is also him

this one too

this too 😭😭😭

i keep adding caleb links im tweaking

caleb really enjoys watching his cum leak out of you. he would tease you, "pipsqueak, you're wasting it", as he just watches you squirm. to him, this is something akin to 'marking' you, walking up behind you later while out talking about, "think you're still leaky, pip."

> he's also probably got a crazy breeding kink mixed with a little —or a lot— bit of crazy obsession idfk, shit like "when your belly gets big, everyone's going to know who you belong to" / "one day i'm gonna get you pregnant" / "you'd look so good carrying my child, pips" / "if you let it all out, you'll hurt my feelings pips."

i think rafayel kind of goes feral once you let him cum in you... like he just keeps going idk

teasing him

rafayel is less breeding kink more crazy about you. loves anything to do with you, sex is not an exception, and he puts you on a pedestal a little differently to the rest of the boys. a bit like a mutt, you let him cum in you and suddenly he can't stop rutting into you, trying to chase another high.

> less breeding kink, more pathetic subby male who is so fucking excited to be fucking you. "fuck. fuck. fuck. 'm gonna cum again, please? please let me keep going?" / "princess, you feel soo good, please." / "princess, i'm sorry, let's keep going..." / "i'll be so good for you, princess, let me keep going."

sorry i know you specifically asked for breeding and i know this isn't but it still has cum ...

this is also zayne idk

zayne....

zayne rarely ever finishes inside of you, citing that it's not good for you, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want to. idk how to explain it, he doesn't let himself finish inside of you because he's worried he'll lose self control.

> heavily likes the idea of breeding, like it probably takes everything in his body to not ram into you as he feels his balls squeeze, probably in your ear talking about "you'd look so beautiful pregnant." / "want to start a family with you." / "one day i'm going to get you pregnant, no need to worry." / "if you keep asking me to cum in you, i just might one day..."

i think xavier would like you fucking yourself with his cum... like shoving anything that comes out back inside

this one too

anotha one

xavier just wants to watch your fingers plug your hole up to prevent any more spillage. it brings a smile to his face to see how desperate you are to keep all of his seed inside of you, it probably gets him hard all over again prompting him to say something like, "don't worry, there's more where that came from."

> no specific breeding kink per say but likes the possessive element of pregnancy like caleb, "they'll know what we get up to at night." / "maybe when you're pregnant he'll stop coming up to you" / "want everyone to know how good you make me feel every night"

notes : i couldnt find that many links 😭😭😭 i've been searching all day so i'm sorry anon... pls forgive me... i hope the little blurbs makeup for the lack of links :(