#꒰ঌ ໒꒱ Answers.

[outergoddess]

do you have the frame/overlay you used for the imgs in your rentry (the ones that are on the word 'taken') /nf ^^;

Here you go 〜 ♡

[wingfleur]

read thru dick grayson jealous ex. quite literally eating up masochist dick. thank you for my morning newspaper -🔮

omg my first emoji anon… hello 🔮 nonnie!!! i am so excited to see you in my inbox, thank u so much for reading! all this high praise is spoiling me… <3

but yes, i am a firm believer in masochist!dick grayson. it just makes sense— dick needs himself a partner who isn’t scared to put him in his place. he needs it, if you ask me, and if you aren’t scared to butt heads with him during the day, then it’s a given that you aren’t scared to rough him up a little in bed at night! so go ahead: slap him around a bit, bite his lips, leave a nasty hickey right under his ear that his hair is just too short to cover and the neckline of his suit is just too low to reach.

oh, and don’t let you two be arguing during sex— the angrier you are, the more it turns him on, so quit bitching already, and put it on him!

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[neuvistar]

bestie… no thoughts just aventurine fingering u while hes on call with someone

HI BFF!’ good heavens this has been in my drafts for so long😭😭 so sorry guys… stawp it right neow.. i can imagine him w a stupid smirk on his face 😒 like damn bro okay

nsfw below mayhaps!’n minors dni as usual <3

his fingers must’ve been blessed by something or wtv because there is NO WAY someone’s fingers could feel this good inside of you, i mean.. come on! of course you let him do this but it’s so MEAN OF HIM. i swear he probably jus asked “mm.. can i finger you?” with NO context 😭 when? where? he didn’t specify NOTHING. so it came to surprise that.. he ended up fingering you, while he was on an important call. (pause)

he’s SO MEANNN. it’s like he was encouraging you to moan louder n louder each pump of his digits, sometimes he’d even put the damn speaker close to ur face while the person on the other line speaks :(( when u get quiet, he’ll thrust them even deeper (ugh this guy)

“yes yes.. so the plans regarding the mission to penacony has been finalized?” gently, aventurine increased the pace of his fingers, stroking deeper into your wet cunt. a quiet low growl escaped him as he savored the sensation, chuckling through the line, his eagerness to please you grew stronger, but he knew he couldn't afford to lose control right now.

looking over to you, his voice was husky and laced with lust. “just imagine these fingers as something else,” he spoke quietly, thrusting third finger inside with a cruel smirk. “pretend it’s my cock you love so dearly filling you up instead of these fingers.” aventurine put his phone close against his ear, listening to his boss on the other line before he leaned down, lifting your shirt with ease.. latching his mouth right on your nipple. aventurine breathed against your breast, feeling you shiver under his lips. "you taste so sweet," the blonde mumbled into the contact, suckling lightly before switching to the other breast, his three fingers still plunged deeply inside your pussy <3

“aven.. h—hah..” you sighed heavily, furrowing your brows at him with the same redness on your cheeks. “i will get you for this. just you w—wait..���

“sure sure, whatever you say, sweetheart.”

he continued on with his fun for a little bit.. before he heard a voice on the other line <3

“mr aventurine.. are you there?”

".. ugh.. shit," your boyfriend groaned, responding to the sharp intake of breath, biting down harder for a moment before releasing it with a pop. His fingers moved faster now, matching the increased pace of your breathing, gently guiding his phone close to your face with a smirk. oh, you were for sure gonna get him for this.

“sorry, i had to take care of sucking— i mean something. would you mind repeating what you said?”

[misaerabl]

⠀𓏲࣪ ִֶָ ︎ִֶָ 𝐒𝐚𝐞 𖤐 . twenty . asian . requests;open ao3

𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 . may have update delays

RULES . RECENT & ONGOING┊clicks┊READ┊palestine

[batsyi]

in your better cr!!! what are you putting yourself through in a better cr?

whatever I went through in my cr 🙇🏻‍♀️

[pinkmirth]

letting the people speak on this once and for all

[lascvitae]

english is not really my first language so, i'm confused about 'make you mines' ending.. soo did karina reconcile or like karina played yn?

i love this question 😻

soooo it’s supposed to seem like a reconciliation at first. karina admits how much she cares n how out of control yn makes her feel, blah blah blah, she’s supposed to seem vulnerable

but karina ignored yn knowing that she would be upset, and she never apologized for it. she ignored her n then brought her back on karina’s terms

she lied about going to the library because she knew yn wouldn’t follow, bringing her to the rooftop after confessing it was her safe haven jus puts her in control once again, like she knows yn is gonna think “okay this is serious”

and her confession “i couldn’t pretend i don’t care” is supposed to seem sweet but she really just frames the reason for hurting yn as being overwhelmed by her feelings. shes quite literally saying “look what you made me do”

soooo karina isn’t exactly asking for forgiveness. she’s making yn feel but also making her feel guilty for causing karina to feel this way which is crazy but an effective way to pull someone back in

things aren’t necessarily resolved between them, but yn goes back because karina feels too much and yn craves being wanted that bad, she soaked in the feeling of being the one person who makes someone else lose control and when she lost that, she didn’t know what else to do. yn didn’t even get any time to process and there wasn’t really a real conversation

so in short words: karina didn’t ask yn to come back, she designed it so she would. so its a reconciliation for karina but being played for yn ��

[poeticlune]

Not sure if this makes sense! But how do you do the different stuff in your words when you do fics? Like how are they different colors? Is that a badge?

hi anon! i use stuffbydavid for the gradient/solid colors. i usually use it when i want to use different colors besides the basic ones in the app. here’s a tutorial i found if you want to know how it works! 🤍

[orimuraa]

• I just can’t hide this smile - 西村 力 ↳ ┊: supersonic - little winters

꒰ 𝔖𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ꒱┆picking up on your boyfriend’s habits ⨾

۶ৎ idol!ni-ki x fem!reader┆fluff┆petnames, kissing, ni-ki is smitten┆wc 279

⤷ 𝐲𝐞𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: thank you for this cute request anon!! feedback and reblogs are appreciated <3

꒰ঌ ℬℴℴ𝓀��𝒽ℯ𝓁𝒻 ໒꒱

you weren’t doing it on purpose, you just happened to pick up on a few of your boyfriend’s habits.

ni-ki was always teased by his members for going “eh?” whenever he was shocked or surprised—saying it was so japanese of him.

and in your case, you had accidentally picked that up.

“ehh???” you scrunched your eyebrows together, obviously confused at the directions on how to put together your shelf.

ni-ki heard it and was equally confused as you, just in a different way.

“eh?” he questioned, his eyes searching for yours and an answer of why you picked up on his habit.

“ughh i think i accidentally picked up on your ‘ehhhh????’s!!” you huff, scanning your boyfriend’s face for his reaction.

but all he did was laugh. he found you so adorable that he just couldn’t help himself.

“god- you’re so damn cute baby,” he smiled.

another instance of you picking up on your boyfriend’s habits was with his name.

you had recently learned that ni-ki liked being called riki more, so you casually started calling him riki.

“hey riki? could you pass me the pen?” you asked casually, not thinking anything of it. but ni-ki was shocked. you always called him ni-ki or a petname and this was the first time he had heard you call him riki.

“riki?” he repeated back, his head tilted to the side with the sweetest smile on his face.

you beamed, happy at his reaction.

“yeah!! i heard you liked it much better than ni-ki,” you smile, not being able to contain your excitement at his cuteness.

he leaned over and kissed your temple, chuckling softly.

“i love it very much baby.”

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ 𝐉𝐢𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @vmpivory, @yuvany, @seozii, @pinknjm, @greentulip, @jomisu, @nxzz-skz, @ancnymcnzjy, @hyukabean, @annybah, @ijustwannareadstuff20, @chaeneu, @17ericas, @firstclassjaylee, @riribelle, @right-person-wrong-time, @cheruphic, @woniefication, @melodiessvy, @soona-huh, @kiwicup, @yuuuraaa

[enderlovez]

A Little Timid

Spencer Reid x Shy Female Reader WORD COUNT: 1100+

Summary: You bring Spencer something for dinner during a particularly stressful case. One thing, though—nobody else knows you exist.

Content Warning: Spencer is overworking himself and forgetting to eat, reader has a sister and a niece/nephew (not specified), pet names

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You and Spencer have been dating for nearly three years, and throughout that time he's visited your workplace more times than you can count. Usually to spend your lunch breaks with you, sometimes just so he can sit and be in your company as you work.

Which your boss is completely fine with, for some reason unknown to you.

Oftentimes you find yourself wishing you could do the same for him, on the nights where he doesn't come home until stupidly late, but every time you bring up maybe bringing him lunch on your days off, he shoots you down entirely. Like a bird out of the sky, or some other stupid simile you can't be bothered trying to come up with.

It's quite different for him, being a federal agent and such, working with sensitive subjects and often in harsh environments, so you suppose it does make sense that he would want to keep you away from all that. Still, you can't help but feel a little hurt and slightly embarrassed every time he denies your requests.

And yet...

"You sound tired," you comment softly, stirring the pot of chicken soup in front of you.

"Mhm."

"Have you eaten anything yet?"

There's no response, which is answer enough for you.

"Lovey, you need to eat," you say with a sigh, putting down the spoon you were stirring with and lean back against the counter beside the stove.

"I know," he mumbles quietly.

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, eyes turned down to the ground. "I'm making chicken soup, I could bring you some for dinner, if you'd like?" you suggest weakly. "And some of the bread I finished making earlier. You know, I could sit with you for a while."

Before he's even responded, you're bracing yourself for rejection.

"That would be nice," he sighs.

Immediately, the tension in your body melts away, a tiny smile making its way onto your face.

"You want me to bring one of those cinnamon rolls you like, too?"

"Yes please..." His voice is so quiet, you're sure he's practically falling asleep at his desk.

"Okay, I'll be there in ten minutes."

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Spencer doesn't really think about much when he hangs up the phone. Only that he's really hungry right now, and that he really likes your chicken soup.

The fact that his coworkers don't even know you exist doesn't cross his mind once. Only when you're actually walking into the bullpen, does he realize he should've given them a bit of a heads up, because everyone is looking at you now.

No horrible looks, of course, they're only curious of who you are and why you're here, but you've never particularly liked people looking at you. It makes you feel all anxious and jittery.

Your eyes quickly scan the room (definitely taking note of all the people watching you) and when you finally find your target, a small smile makes it onto your face, despite the discomfort.

He pulls another chair over to his desk as you make your way over, walking just a little faster usual, and place one of those reusable supermarket bags in front of him.

"Hey there," you murmur, bringing his hand to your face so you can press a soft kiss to the back of it. This time, he doesn't even mention how many stupid pathogens can be passed through your hands.

"Beautiful girl," is all he says, quiet and uncharacteristically drowsy, as he reaches into the bag and pulls everything out. Two perfectly warm thermoses, a brown paper bag with some of your fresh bread inside, and two saran-wrapped cinnamon rolls that you've already heated.

You chuckle softly, taking your share of the food and offering him a hunk of warm bread.

Spencer bites off a chunk of the bread and really takes a look at you, now that you're distracted with your own soup. You're wearing a baby pink milkmaid dress, the same one you wore to your sisters baby shower last year, and a white cardigan with little flowers embroidered all over it.

He gifted you the plain cardigan, you were the one who added all the flowers and personal touches.

"I really appreciate this," he hums, finally opening the thermos of soup and spooning some of it into his mouth with one of the metal utensils you brought with you.

"I'm always happy to bring you food when you need it, lovey. Even when you don't necessarily need it, I'll come running," you say in a low voice, sipping your own soup straight from the thermos. "I wish you'd let me do it more. Even when you're not starving and sleep deprived."

He chuckles at the playful lilt in your voice, but knows you're actually being completely serious. "Maybe we can make this a more regular. On the nights I can't be at home—"

"And who might this be?" someone asks, appearing suddenly enough for you to jump a little.

You turn your head the smallest fraction to find another man leaning against Spencer's desk, a (seemingly permanent) smirk breaking through the tired, clouded expression everyone here is sporting.

"Uhm—hi—erm..."

You glance over at Spencer, who is, for the most part, paying no attention to the encounter, simply sipping on his soup and gnawing on his bread like he hasn't eaten in weeks.

"I'm Y/N," you manage, in a voice soft enough to bring serial killers to their knees (now there's an idea), wiping your hands on the fabric covering your thighs and sticking one of them out.

The man hums, eyes flicking between yourself and the man seated beside you. "I don't think Spencer's ever mentioned you before."

Your smile falters slightly, but doesn't disappear completely. "I'm his girlfriend," you say, "and I never really expected him to talk about me here. He said he wouldn't, anyway."

"Girlfriend?" he asks, as if it's the craziest thing he's ever heard. "You. Are Spencer's girlfriend? Spencer has a girlfriend?"

That seems to grab the aforementioned mans attention.

"Morgan. Is it really so hard to comprehend," he asks, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close—as close as he can, with the chairs in the way, "that I could find a beautiful woman to love me?"

Ah. Derek Morgan, that explains it.

"You know that's not what I mean," Morgan argues, the smile not leaving his face. "And now, if you don't mind, I'll be around. Telling everyone. That you've got a gorgeous girlfriend, and kept it from us."

Neither of you have a chance to argue before he's gone. You're honestly surprised he didn't ask exactly how long it's been, but you're sure he wouldn't have liked the answer, so you don't push it.

"...this is great soup, by the way. I love you."

You chuckle, red coloring your face. "Thanks. I love you, too, baby."

[outergoddess]

why do you use a japanese name (kokoa) if you’re not japanese…….

[wingfleur]

holy shit i love both your grayson fics (both graysons). i like imagining either one jealous cuz theyd have such different reactions. lemme read the jason todd one too. i love your work ong

eee, hello, nonnie! thank u for the kind words! i really hope u enjoyed the jason fic— i got a brainworm, blacked out, and emerged w 1000 words of freak shit... whoops! and i’m about to do the same thing here! 😛

but as for the graysons... i don't think jealous!mark has ever really crossed my mind for real up until now. kinda shocking, honestly, bc i think about him a lot, but i think it's because i always imagine him in scenarios where he and reader are both young, dumb, and totally into each other. like, there's never much room for jealousy bc there's never much room for anybody else. but now that i'm thinking about it... mark would be so whiny and pouty when he's jealous, LMAO. like, if you're not together, but kinda got something going on and are intentionally trying to make him jealous? you'd literally be able to see his frustration bc he carries it in his shoulders, but it would take him a while to crack and say smth about it. oh, and william shoulders the brunt of his whining. like, if it gets to a certain point, he'll actually start hitting ur phone and beg u to stop ducking mark so yall can sort this out and he can go back to living a peaceful life. but in a jealous!mark x mean!reader scenario? like one where u don't really gaf about him fr, but that's exactly what makes his dick hard 😭? omg... all the other people you've gone on dates with and came to class with hickies from have not been in spite of mark at ALL bc u don't even register he exists half the time. it's literally just u living ur life, and he knows this!!!, but he still gets his panties in a twist over it </3 and i promise u that william is sick and tired of his bullshit in this au too, LOL. he's literally this 🤏🏽 close to telling mark to take his girl problem— singular— and his humiliation kink— bc that's what it is at this point— and get tf on!

as for dick, canonically, i don't think he's the jealous type. he's more of a "tell me if u want me fr, bc if not, lets break up so u don’t cheat on me and i’ll have to compartmentalize it, move on, and break down about it a year later" type of guy. no harm, no foul, but a bit of love lost. but ex-bf!dick? oh bitch, he's another story... and i don't even know if i would call him the jealous type or not bc if you and him are/were fucking around and you tried to push him out of the picture, he'd be nothing but annoying and invasive about it, LMFAO. his reaction is purely situational: the circumstances are what will tell me if he's actually jealous and lowkey-highkey super butthurt about it, or if he doesn't gaf fr and is solely doing this out of spite 😭. and ex-bf!dick doesn't really care about what you want fr either, bc what you need is him, and he knows you know that, yet all you do play... :/ worst part is he's ridiculously confident about it, too. like, he has absolutely no issue forcing himself back into ur circle and poking at ur boundaries bc he knows whoever you're seeing right now doesn't hold a candle to how good he can treat u; its only a matter of time before u drop ur guard. but its okay! what u like is the chase, and luckily, he does too!, but play time is over, sweetheart, so quit messing around and take off them drawls 🤷🏽‍♀️

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[neuvistar]

hai .,.,..,.,. fingering robin before her performance w/ her pretty skirt hiked up giggles 🎀🎀

❝ A SINGER’S DISTRACTION ?! ❞ — robin x fem!reader. cw. v4ginal fingering, face sitting. | small a/n. ANONNN THIS IS MELTING ME 2 THE BRIM. :( i love robin so much… the sounds she makes r probs REALLY pretty (shut up maryse) ++ i’ve been doing a lot of thirsts lately… i promise i’ll write a full fic somewhere this week :,3

lawd… guys idk abt u i personally think she’s capable of being a soft dom if she tried :3 she def loves eating pussy n getting her face rode on after such a stressful day 🙈💓

robin couldn’t resist your sweet gaze when you were asking her, she was drawn to the way you rubbed ur breasts against her arm :(( but she didn’t know you would finger her for that long! she’s almost about to go on stage! her beautiful dress that was carefully ironed was now ruffled up all the way to her thighs, her legs spread prettily for you :3

WAHAAA i know for a fact that robin’s moans r extra pretty, she’s tryna be quiet bc she knows there r still ppl out there, setting up the microphones and all that, setting everything up while wondering where robin has gone! hearing her moans r like hearing a siren’s melodies, you wanted to hear more of it! her pretty hands caressed your face, whispering sweet nothings in your ear while your digits curled up within her soaking wet entrance, begging to ride her face just for a little while! “honey… i—i need to preform soon..” robin knew she wanted this as much as you did, enjoying the thrill of potentially getting caught. biting her lip at the sight of u grinding ur pussy against her thigh passionately :(( robin knew the walls were thin, but the excitement of being discovered added another level of intensity to this sweet encounter!

“robin.. please? can i?” you pleaded, practically rubbing your breasts against her own.. seeking comfort in her arms. ugh.. she should’ve stayed at home with you! adding another finger. you watched as robin’s eyes fluttered closed, her moans growing louder. you wanted to feel her come.

“you know we can’t, my song bird.. here, i—i’ll let you ride my face all night when this is all over, ‘kay? i’ll give you all the attention you want, alright? i promise.” robin cooed, arching into your touch. you knew she was close, the wetness coating your fingers evidence of her arousal.

well… she wasn’t lying when she said she’d give you all her attention tonight. she was exhausted after her performance, bonding with her fans, opening fan mail, she was absolutely stressed! you were scared you were suffocating her, she wouldn’t even come up for air! “robin," you panted, your hips bucking wildly as you rode her face. the excitement, the desire, it was palpable. the moans that left you both filled the room, electrifying the air. seeing robin like this, so lost in the moment, stressed.. pushing your pretty pussy closer against her face sent waves of lust coursing through you. the halovian loved your pussy so damn much, but she wouldn’t admit it to you straight up :3

“sweet bird," robin’s muffled voice tickled your folds, his tongue darting out to lick your clit. robin savoured the taste of you, and your scent.. desperate to wash away all the stress that was forced upon her. she’s never get enough of you. "you’re so adorable.." robin murmured, her hands gripping your thighs.robin’s thumb brushed against your clit, gently circling the sensitive nub. robin watched as your eyes fluttered closed, their moans growing louder.. her own cunt pulsing when she listened to how you moaned her name, “robin.. robin”..

you knew for sure that you both are gonna do more of this from now on :3 it’s just for relieving stress, right? <///3

[svnflowerkae]

Cockwarming Dante Sparda

Charcaters: Dante x Gn!Reader

tw: Dante is 43, age gap (reader is in mid twenties), cockwarming obv, pet names (kitty/kitten in a soft way, darling), sorry if there are some mistakes I'm writing this at 3.20 a.m. bc I can't sleep, (if you squint) chubby reader, cumming inside, just soft and sweet cockwarming. I need to have Dante's cock rn tbh !!

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What about cockwarming Dante? He who today had a free day from demons, chasings, and killings. He who was chilling on the sofa with his look lost in that hot magazines he has. Not that he's really interested in them, but it helps better to clear his mind, to not think about his hopeless life. Of course, he had you, but he didn't want to be a bother. Nor that you were interest that he read those things, you knew better than anyone why he used them, on the contrary, you always thought they helped him with his imagination, how certain dresses could hug your body in a way that would made him crazy and fuck you like there was no tomorrow.

What about cockwarming Dante as he sees you crawling in his lap as a cute kitty: rubbing your cheeks against his chin, his short beard scratching you in a way that felt so good, hands playing with the hems of his shirt - even if he rarely wore any at home -, his hands caressing your hair alternating between pats.

"Feeling needy, little kitty?" he said as he kept caressing your soft hair. You let out a purr like sound, your hands now playing with his belt. He let out a laugh. You are so cute. His hands still wandering in your hair as you finally unlocked his belt, lowering his pants and boxer just enough for his cock to come out.

"Dante..." you whined, his dick half hard, your mouth salivating at the sight. It still madr your heart beat faster, even though you saw it so many times already. I guess that's one of the charming points of Dante Sparda. "I wanna cockwarm you", your breath heavy as Dante's one hitched in his mouth, words were difficult to speak as you said that. Dante nodded eagerly. You smiled at him and whispered a soft "Thank you".

You took Dante's cock in your hands, your hole already aching in anticipation. Hands around his neck, Dante kept still your hips, admiring your beauty. He wondered how you fell in love with someone like him. "I know you can do this, baby" he incited you, your hips dropping slowly on him, taking inch per inch inside you. Every inch made you moan, he was so big that the stretch was inevitable. Your insides were shaped like him but the stretch only made it better, adding more pleasure as your body twitched.

"Are you already coming, darling?" Dante teased you. You scoffed, slapping playfully his broad chest. But as much as he teased you, Dante's body was trembling too for the pleasure, hands hitching to grab your soft hips and pound into you. He nipped his lips, your warm insides enveloping his cock. Gosh, you made him crazy. "Dante", another moan escaped your mouth, your hole now full of him. It took all the force in you to not ride him right here right now.

Dante didn't answer. He feared a whine could escape his lips, not that he cared if it wasn't "manly" enough. He loved being loud for you. His fingers pressed more into your skin. You caught Dante's lips in yours, kissing him. Your tongue caressing his bottom lips as he opened his mouth. Your tongues were now dancing messily, it was a chasing, mouths clashing against one and another, the kiss so messy that saliva fall from both you and Dante's lips. Both of you whining and whimpering as Dante's cock twitched inside you.

You interrupted the kiss, a string of saliva connecting you to him. You smiled, feeling completely lost in pleasure and lost, and for Dante was the same. His eyes droopy, almost as he was falling asleep - but that wasn't the case - his hair scruffy, your hands still around his neck as your cheek was against his face, rubbing against his beard. It gave you comfort doing this. Dante whined your name, his hips bucking from time to time. He wanted to fuck you so much that his cock will be your only thought.

"Aaa, Dante...." your head dropping into the crook of his neck, your hips moving slowly up and down. Dante matched your peace. "Just like that, baby" with one hand he took your chin, kissing you again. As you two kissed deeply once more, Dante's cock rummaged your insides; moaning between the kiss. Your hole fluttered, his dick twitching for the nth time. As Dante interrupted the kiss to snuzzle his face on yours, he cummed inside you, whimpering. Too lost in the pleasure your smirked, feeling his cum filling you up. Dante came so much that a ring of it was around his cock. You continued to ride him as after a few minutes your orgasm approached you.

Both of you were worn out, bodies covered in sweat. Your breath spent. You were still in Dante's lap, his face against yours, rubbing a few more times his beard to comfort both of you. You smiled and he did the same. Time was frozen like this. His cock inside you as sleep swept the two of you away.

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[batsyi]

hi, can you explain to me how subliminals work? i am new to all this 🥹

they work by sending affirmations straight to ur subconscious, which automatically starts accepting them as truth . usually, the affirmations are layered under a song, white noise, or some other audio—but there are also no sound subliminals

ur subconscious controls everything, so once it fully believes something, ur reality has to shift to match it . if u stay consistent and trust the process, u WILL see results . u don’t need to “try” or “hope” or “wait” for results—just listen, go about your life, and let the shift happen .

so, basically : subliminals work by sending hidden messages to ur subconscious, which then accepts them as truth and changes your thoughts and reality to match

[pinkmirth]

back to my roots 🎀