#I don't even know if it's helpful but it was fun remembering all of my thought process just for eyelashes ahah

[lexumpysfunland]

Fan arts

Alright it's finally over... took me so damn long but I did it, I took almost every one that submitted something so maybe I'll make an additional post on another day where I draw them :') But for now, I shall post what I did, in the order I got them

starting with @britishbiscuits ! Though I would've loved to draw them both, I drew 724 :'0 maybe next time I'll draw both

@tspstuff goes next with Francis! I would've drawn Nge again, but I drew him the other day- so have your Francis x'D

@narrating-the-narrator is next! I hope I didn't mess up with the design, if I did, please tell me so I can fix it-

@unorchido and the wonderful Amadeo! I love how silly they are~/pos

@thenamesmobu is next! I never had the opportunity to draw one of your designs, so I'm finally fixing that mistake/silly I love the fact that they have vitiligo

@finnleyandsillys and the Overseer! It's like drawing Walter again/j/silly hehe na more seriously he's really nice to draw and I still can't wait to see where they go from here!

@xenon784 is next! I have to say I don't see a lot of narrators with wings, so I had to give it a try! Hopefully I did him justice... but you're the one to judge my skills on that ;v;

next is @codenamedgalahad ! I remember seeing your design quite a few times, so I'm happy to draw him! I feel like I made him look like a businessman more than anything though ,help me x)

@ember-nby ! youuuu!! I'll say it, I love the idea of having a narrator that's more feminine! Even if you don't have a ref yet, it was so nice to draw him!

@nineparlor69 and their Stanley! The only Stanley I drew today- he looks like a cutie, so I made him look like so... don't know if I did him justice though... if not I'm sorry ;-;

@robygoonn2 ! a very nice design you have. Some details I may have failed to do or notice, so I may have improvised here and there... if something is off, please tell me!

@bucketfullofstrawberries and the iconic Edgar! I can FINALLY take that opportunity to draw them- the number of times I wanted to but gave up is unfair- I give him a hug if they're fine with rats/silly

@paper-possum-party-pal with the director! I really like the idea you had with this fella, I like the Director :D I made them look more evil than needed I think, but I was inspired-

And the last is @otto-oracle with Leer! he seems so friendly- tell me I can give him a hug 🥺

And that's all I have for today, guys! it was so fun drawing all of your sillies, and though I'm drained for today, I'll have to go back to Walter before he's angry at me/j naa for real I'll take a little time off until my next post like usual... if I can stay still that is/silly

Thank you all for your contributions! As said at the top, I'll see if I can make a little addition to that post to draw the few that were left as well, but for now, it's all I can do （；´д｀）ゞ

[marinette-the-clarinet]

Okay, I wasn't originally gonna post this because it's just a demo right now, but then I decided fuck it, I wanna show people my WIP because I'm really proud of it and I figured a lot of y'all would enjoy it, even if it's just me banging on the piano for 4 minutes. But uh, yeah! I wrote a Ragatha song a few months ago, and I finally was able to record myself singing and playing it a couple of weeks ago. I'm working on getting it actually produced into something, so hopefully you'll all see its progress as it goes!

Context is pretty simple: Ragatha is trying to comfort Pomni, but in doing so, realizes she's singing to herself more than she's singing to the jester. It's supposed to be a happy-toned song that covers up an impending sense of dread, just like Ragatha would have wanted :). Lyrics are below the cut if y'all are interested!

LYRICS

Hey there new stuff, watcha thinking about? 

I'm sure you're overwhelmed, and still freaking out

Well I'm here to help you, and guide you through these halls

Don't worry about the pain and death that's scattered through the walls 

I know you're wondering, is there a way to leave? 

There is no exit, but you don't have to grieve

This is your new life, and we're all your new friends! 

And we'll always be by your side, until our nonexistent end!!!! 

I know right now you might think that your life is over

But I'm here to help! 

(Chorus) 

So when you feel a little down

And start to wear a little frown

Just think of all the things that make you happy, it'll brighten up your day

And when you feel like you are stuck

Or like you're all out of luck

Just remember to breathe and trust your way, everything is gonna be okay 

(Doo doo doo) 

Everything is gonna be okay

(Doo doo doo)

(Verse 2)

How you doing? You look a bit rough

I know today's adventure was a bit tough

But when you look past all the knives and all the tears

You'll have a lot more fun, and realize the circus really cares 

You say it's a nightmare? I understand why

Some things get scary, but remember, we can't die! 

There are some perks to this new digital life! 

And if you look on the bright side, it makes all the bad parts way less right 

I know you might still think that your life is over

But I'm still here to help! 

(To Chorus) 

(Bridge) 

I was once in your shoes, I wanted to find a way out

I used to panic all the time, I thought I'd be heard if I'd just shout

But after years and years I figured I would get accustomed to 

Suck things in and battle through

Cause what's the point of finding answers if nothing can save you? 

And it's easy for me to think my life is over 

But

Whenever I feel down

And start to wear a little frown

I think of all the things that make me happy,  Oh, enough about me! 

(CHORUS) 

[seafoamreadings]

week of may 4th, 2025

these are written predominantly for the *rising* signs but they are also intuitively "channeled" enough that they should work for any dominant energy you have! (try your sun if you don't know rising, or more advanced readers can try moon, anywhere you have a stellium, etc and see what works best for you!)

aries: it's a week of earthy aspects (not always in earthy signs) leading up to a scorpionic full moon which can altogether have you feeling stifled and then ready to explode. on the bright side, venus in your sign helps you stay zesty and with any luck you won't get too bogged down.

taurus: mercury arrives in your sign at last. many will grumble - mercury in taurus is a bit slower, plodding, very deliberate and conscientious. you know the value of taking your time and thinking things through so don't let impatient people persuade you to sacrifice quality.

gemini: your ruling planet is in a position which can have you really tongue-tied or in a haze of brain fog. ego battles and power struggles are also likely. don't beat yourself up about it but remember, if you can't say anything nice don't say anything at all! unless you're really, really ready to burn a bridge.

cancerians: the scorpio full moon this week is emotionally heavy, although this can also be nice in some ways! while full moons are often good for social events, though, i would say this one is a little better spent in peaceful solitude, mining one's own psyche for gems of clarity in a time when much is unclear.

leo: many important parts of your chart are activated at this time but your main focus is likely to be on a tug of war between your public and private lives. they make conflicting demands. perhaps a spouse or partner is involved. you will have to decide for yourself. let no one else choose your way.

virgo: mercury in taurus is tough for many due to it's thoughtful and plodding nature. for you, it is more cerebral and philosophical, which can suit you nicely. still, it would be a mistake to attempt to rush anything in money, communications, technology, etc.

libra: this full moon should be great for you financially. it may be in obvious ways like getting literally extra money, or it may be more subtle, like learning a crucial fact about how credit scores work.

scorpio: mercury enters your 7th house this week, spicing up (or just increasing) communications in committed partnerships and meanwhile, a full moon in your sign also occurs along your 1st-7th house axis. your connections to other people bring about profound regeneration in yourself.

sagittarius: in your daily life, like literally every day, it's good to be writing this week (and next.) that can be for work or a hobby, it can be public or private or in a journal, but have a pen in your hand or your fingers on a keyboard as much as you can. talking to the people around you is also wise, and it's a great time to get a pet if you can!

capricorn: regardless of how much work you may have to do, carve out time to socialize this week with friends or go on a date or even just take your dog for some extra walks. be outside with other souls, communing with them.

aquarius: a flurry of uranian activity is where you are at home anyway, but with additional taurus influence, it can feel strangely sticky or even like quicksand. you can struggle against it if you wish but it may be easier and more fun to relax and see what miraculous way you are guided to safety (or simple comfort... you're probably not in actual danger.)

pisces: this week's full moon is good for you to have deep thought and perhaps travel far, if you wish/can. at minimum, let your mind and spirit do the traveling. meanwhile in your local community, if you are staying, a kind deed or a little volunteering are auspicious at this time.

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[daydreamwhumpinc]

Temporary Amnesia Whump (?) Prompt:

Okay, hear me out. We all love a good temporary amnesia trope, but what if it is written entirely from the point of view of the amnesiac whumpee? And set in a magical or Sci-fi setting?

The Whumpee is a normal person, living their life alone and working a mundane job. They talk to their coworkers sometimes, pay their taxes, eat their dinner alone, and just live out their normal life. Suddenly, one day, a weird looking Person bumps into them, and as soon as their eyes meet, the Person latches onto the Whumpee's hand. The Person whispers "We all thought you were dead...." as they seem to be near tears. The Whumpee thinks that the Person got the wrong person and tries to politely let down this unknown stranger who is clutching their hand. But for some reason the Person gets more and more desperate when the Whumpe says that: "I'm sorry, you must have confused me with someone else, I have never met you in my life."

The Whumpee continues on with their life, but now, from the corner of their eye, he starts noticing that Person and some other weird looking People who always seem to be where they are. The Whumpee is panicking. Are they being stalked? Are they being harrased? Are they in some kind of reality show? Just as the Whumpee is going back home one night and thinks of calling the police on the weird stalkers, they are suddenly kidnapped by the People. Naturally, the Whumpee is really scared, pleads for their life, and asks what do they want. Weirdly, all of the People are looking at the Whumpee with many expressions etched on their faces and one of them says: "Don't worry, no one will hurt you, we will help you remember no matter what."

So, in reality, the Whumpee somehow gets temporary amnesia through some kind of (possibly magical or scientific) means and their past friends/hero group/organization/found family/team persume the Whumpee to be dead. In reality, the Whumpee has been well known in the story before and have been the key player in the plot of the "original" story. The Whumpee forgets everything about their powers/expertise and their lives with the friends/hero group/organization/found family/team. Maybe they just have a blank slate where their past should be or maybe something constructed a fake, mundane past in their head. Nevertheless, the Whumpee's powers (if they any) are still buried deep within them and they are vulnerable to the Enemy in their amnesiac state. So when their past friends/hero group/organization/found family/team accidentally found the Whumpee living their fake life, they couldn't do much, but take the Whumpee back with them for the Whumpee's safety. Now the past friends/hero group/organization/found family/team are trying to make the Whumpee believe about their past life with them and calm down the Whumpee.

The Whumpee's amnesia can be temporary or not, but I feel like there is potential for some juicy emotional whump.

The Whumpee can retain their past memories by doing something simple/mundane, but do they really want to? Isn't their current life, the only one that the Whumpee ever knows, is their only real identity? Was their current life all for nothing? Will they be erasing a whole person if they go back to the past life they don't even remember? Ah, the possibilities!!

I just think that it's going to be so fun to read this kind of story trope from the perspective of the Whu pee, so the reader experiences the world through the eyes of the Whumpee.

[god-syndicate-if]

So this totally doesn’t have anything to do with my irl drama, but how would the ROs react if they saw MC get their feelings crushed by someone they liked?

Eyyy, It's been a while since I answered RO asks like these so I'll do that for now since I'm not able to write at the moment and these are always fun. Also good luck with the heartbreak! Eat some bread and cry!

So this is written by me assuming they're in a crushing stage.

Riley: Kinda avoids you like the plague for a bit. And eventually they'll come around and try to make you feel better by including you in activities and conversations even if its clear you'd rather not. They're not great at comforting sad people. If they didn't have feelings for you then they'd just leave the moment you started crying.

Franco: Arm around you, dresses you up, takes you out to party with him for a long time. Like you guys start at 5pm, and only at 5am when you're exhausted (and probably drunk, if you're into that) does he sit you down and force you to talk about it. It would be a very nice talk, the type you can only have when you're too tired to really explain everything. But he'd get it and by the end you'd feel like you lost a weight in you.

Sigourney: Comfort food and comfort films at home. She will be absolutely furious that someone would hurt you and would be more than willing to absolutely talk shit about them, in fact she'd encourage it.

Dame: Honestly is probably extremely bad at this. They'd be secretly delighted that you'll probably be moving on now. Their attitude towards you in the open won't change much. Honestly the only time they'd actually do something comforting (when they arent in a relationship with you) is if they actually catch you in a vulnerable moment. Either crying, or close to it. They'll stand/sit vaguely next to you and say nothing at all. They are the least equipped to deal with emotions.

Rebel: Does the standard "want me to kill them for you" routine before deciding that what you need is to take your mind off your heartbreak and gladly volunteers themselves to "help" you. Rebel would probably actively make things worse for your emotions, tbh. Not intentionally, I don't think. But they are a bit selfish and this is an opportunity if there ever was one.

Harper: Has seen your heart broken before and knows the steps you need to move on quickly. The type of person to go through your messages with you and basically map out how much of a scumbag the other person was, all while hyping you up of course. They do this same routine over the course of a few days because they know that repetition will make you remember it and internalize it.

[midnightshindig]

I would love to see a Allen x reader while their having fun in the sun. With Allen’s first time being in a human beach.

Allen the Alien X Reader: Beach Episode

this is on some TOH shit where I'm making the executive decision that alien beaches are like unbearable or dangerous asf

ty for your time

today I did three loads of laundry and handled college stuff like a boss so yk go me.

"Hey babe do you wanna go to the beach? The UV is 10 today and I wanna work on my tan."

You didn't mean anything by it, casually packing a beach bag as you spoke

What you didn't expect was Allen's reaction, confused and a little startled

"What? Babe, you can't be serious. There's got to be better places to tan than near open beaches. Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?"

"....what?" you narrowed your eyes, jaw slack in perturbed confusion. The fuck was he on about?

He raised an eyebrow back "Like, pools of water are one thing, man made, safe. But naturally occurring bodies of the stuff? Isn't that dangerous? I thought you guys knew better than to play with dangerous nature."

You couldn't restrain yourself from cracking a smile, piecing together his mistake "Allen, babes, beaches here aren't inherently dangerous. We've got wildlife and like.... the undertow I guess, but most beaches are totally safe here." You remembered something, smiling even more "Bitch you've SEEN Teen Beach Movie."

He joined you in laughing, "I thought that was an exaggeration! Like- a fantasy world where the water is safe! How was I supposed to know?" He walked over to you, an air of humor now that this misunderstanding had been cleared up

"No hon, it's for reals. Now go get your swim trunks, you're coming with me!"

The beach was moderately packed with people, not uncommon for the newly warm time of year

Just enough to assure Allen of the safety of the water while not stopping you from getting a good spot on the sand to set up camp

He helped you prop up your sun umbrella and sheet, unpacking the small cooler of sodas and water you'd brought with you for refreshment

"I still don't understand why we brought water, isn't there water right there? It's nature, so there aren't chemicals or anything." Allen turned a water bottle in his hand

You hummed in response, cracking the tab off a soda and taking a sip "Yeah, but there's salt in this water, you can't drink it. Plus like... fish pee and all sorts of shit."

Satisfied with this answer, Allen drank one some of one of the water bottles and placed the remaining bottle back in the cooler

"C'mon, let's go swim!" He held out a hand to you, but you looked up at him with scrutiny

"I came here to tan, babe, I'm goo-" before you knew it, Allen had hoisted you over his shoulder and was walking you to the shoreline

"Getting wet makes tanning easier, pluuuuus-," He dumped you into the water ",It's more fun this way!!"

You squealed, feeling the cold water rush around you as you came up for air

He hadn't gone very far into the water, just enough that you weren't hurt by the throw

"Gahh you dick!" you splashed him with a hearty laugh, grabbing his hand and trying to pull him into the water to no avail

"I'm gonna get you!!" You jumped onto his back, trying to pull him into the water, both of you laughing all the while

"Nuh uh!" he yelled back, flipping you over his shoulder and carrying you bridal style before dropping you into the water

This continued for a while until the two of you tuckered yourselves out.

You retired to your sheet in the sand, taking the opportunity to drink some water and tan

"So, what do you think?" You asked, candidly lounging on your stomach

He thought for a minute, before responding with a bright smile "It's pretty sick! It's nice you guys get to enjoy nature like this. It's.... pretty communal. And free. Crazy stuff!"

The air was pleasant and a light breeze kept you cool in the hot weather, all seemed right with the world

After a bit of lounging, you walked up the beach to buy sandwiches from a shop on the pier, before returning to your sheet to eat

"I have no idea how you eat those..." you teased, cringing at his unusual sandwich

"The strawberries ADD to the roast beef, babe, you don't understand flavor combos like I do."

"That's disgusting...."

"I wonder if we have different taste buds. We must. because if you could taste it like I do, you'd be just as obsessed." he took a large bite of his monstrosity, strawberry juices dribbling down his chin before he wiped it up with the backside of his hand "How's yours?"

You finished your own bite and hummed in contentment, "Good! Same sandwich I've been getting since I was a kid. It's hard to go wrong with a well-loved classic."

"I'm glad you're enjoying it, babe" he allowed you to lean against his shoulder, the two of you watching as the sun began to set on the water

After packing up, you let Allen haul everything to the car

what good is a super strong alien boyfriend if he doesn't lug shit around for you?

You returned the favor by being the one to drive, since your human car didn't much agree with Allen's proportions

With the top down, he fit as comfortably as he could

"So," you started, pulling onto the road as the wind started to tussle your hair ", how did you enjoy the beach?"

Without skipping a beat, he enthusiastically responded, "It was incredible! I had no idea you guys had such cool natural life here. I wish I'd grown up with natural swimming areas, that's cool as hell!!"

"So, do you want to come back sometime this summer?"

He scoffed, leaning over the center console to press a kiss to your head. "Of course, I'd go anywhere if you asked me to."

[satari-raine]

Me, walking my old dog before she has her dinner, enjoying the weather and trying to clear my head. Been feeling off or down for a few days and the weather was nice this afternoon, figured we could stay out a bit more and walk past our usual circle.

Out of nowhere, a neighbor girl, this tiny little kid, comes running up. She's smiling and I'm trying to be polite but not linger, I don't see her parents anywhere. But all she does is pet my dog and then hands me a little daffodil flower, just the flower bud with it missing some petals, and says:

"I picked this for you! Bye!"

Cue me trying not to cry, walking home holding the flower like it's gold.

[icewindandboringhorror]

Recent life photos

[solid-six]

Speaking of replaying things...got it in my head recently about maybe playing Death Stranding for a second time. Played it through once a few years ago and didn't think I'd want to do it over again.

So last night I thought I'd watch some of a YT playthrough, see how I felt about it. And after about and hour or so, I stg I've oscillated back and forth between...

Oh hell yeah! I can remember there was a lot here I really liked that was enough for me to finish the whole thing the first time; and

Bluhhhhhhhhhhhhh I also remember why I haven't wanted to play it again until apparently now lol

...like 20 times.

[seventh-district]

tfw you're trying to write a Genshin fic but ur memory is shit so u have to leave urself [REMINDERS] to come back and correct your spelling/figure out NPC names/scour the wiki to double-check character and story lore, because if u even so much as glance away from the google doc in the moment you'll lose all of your writing momentum

coughs [link to some other (better) excerpts from the fic since the post didn't make it into the tags and i'm too lazy to remake it]

[8-rae-rae-8]

I wasn't prepared for how wanting a hug from a friend that's thousands of miles away would feel like a stab in the chest. They don't tell you that shit hurts and you can't do anything about it

[greyedian]

oh my god I was thinking about a jayvik fallout new vegas AU and was like "hm maybe Viktor uploads himself into one of those robots until he can get a different body by like repurposing power armor or something idk" and then I remembered that this guy's name actually is Victor

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

theater camp (the movie) is amazing

[absurdist007]

This is the video I was talking about in this post. I need you to look me in my eyes and tell me that this is not beautiful. Down goes Anderson... Down goes Anderson...

[humanjarvis]

caught in a lie

synopsis: when you ignore caleb’s calls, he catches you trying to run from the consequences. you make a false promise to appease his anger, not expecting your lie to unravel. but almost immediately, it does.  

tags: based loosely on caleb's "hidden waves" memory, porn with plot, manipulative!caleb x manipulative!reader, brat!reader, mean(ish) dom!caleb, caleb makes out with your cunt for an hour, reader cries, belly bulge, 3 brother mentions but they’re done ironically/out of spite, humiliation, semi-public sex (caleb makes you call and cancel plans with that friend while he fucks you), lines lifted directly from hidden waves in bold pairing: caleb x fem!reader  word count: 3.9k

a/n: love the scene this is based on bc it reminds me of my favorite book from the wattpad era in 300 BC. also this is my first time writing full-on smut and omfg i don't know how people write like 10k of it u guys are wizards. but the response to this will determine how explicitly i write going forward, no pressure

As the Skyhaven nightscape twinkles around you, you can’t help but feel like you’re forgetting something. 

You’d had a great night: Simone had invited you to a cute café, the owners had given you a free muffin, and the raging storm from this afternoon had dwindled into a drizzle. But still, a sense of foreboding loomed over you, threatening to taint the precious memories you’d made tonight.

“...And next week we can go to this new bar downtown! I heard they have the best drinks, and there’s even a puppy mascot they let walk around and play with guests. Doesn’t that sound fun?” 

“Yeah, sure,” you agree absently, Simone’s words going in one ear and out the other. “I’ll be there.”

As you walk farther down the sidewalk, the vibrant city atmosphere melts away your worries. People of all ages were out splashing in leftover puddles, trying new food stalls, and window shopping in the strip of stores that lit your path. Gradually, you give up on trying to place your unease, surrendering fully to the comfort of the cool night air.

“Hey!” you exclaim, an idea popping into your head. “Do you want to find a photobooth and take some pictures? I want something to remember tonight by.”

“Oh my gosh, absolutely,” Simone responds. “There should be one not too far from here. I went with my brother a few months back! It was really fun.”

At her words, you stop in your tracks. Her enthusiasm is no match for the dread building in your chest. 

Caleb.

Caleb who’d told you to text him when you got to the café, when you were about to leave, and when you were almost home. 

Caleb was what—or who—you were forgetting.

Slowly, you reach your hand into your purse until you feel your phone, digging it out and staring as if it were a venomous animal. Taking a deep breath, you tap the screen awake and immediately lose the air you’d just inhaled. 

7 Unread messages

4 Missed calls

3 New voicemails

Fuck.

“Uh, actually,” you start, chucking the device back into your bag, “I just realized I didn’t bring a brush! There’s no way I can take pictures without fixing my hair—it’s like a bird’s nest up there,” you ramble, giggling nervously. “Can we end the night here?”

“O…kay?” Simone says, clearly confused by the sudden shift in your mood. “Yeah, we can go back now. Your hair looks fine, though.”

Thanking the universe for giving you such an agreeable friend, you walk back to her car, the quickness of your usually unhurried steps betraying your agitation.

He’s gonna kill me, he’s gonna kill me, he’s gonna kill me, you think. 

As the familiar outline of Simone’s car comes into view, she turns to face you. “Do you want a ride to the train station? I told my girlfriend I’d be home at 1:30—I have another hour.”

“Wait!” you cry, throwing your hands out in front of you. She looks at you as if the intensity in your voice is unnecessary. Which is true, because she’s standing a foot away. Quieter this time, you ask, “Would it be okay if I spent the night at your place? Just this once, I promise.” 

“...If you really need to,” she agrees warily. “As long as you don’t mind cat hair.”

When you reach her car, Simone gestures for you to wait as she walks around to the passenger’s side. “I just need to clean up real quick. The granola bar wrappers build up when you’re constantly called in early for emergencies.” 

But when Simone pulls on the door handle, it doesn’t open. “Weird,” she mutters, wiping raindrops onto her jeans. “I swear I unlocked it.” 

She clicks a button on her keys and tries again. Inexplicably, the door still doesn’t budge. “It’s like some force is holding it shut or something,” she says. At that, an alarm sounds in the back of your mind. But before it can reach your consciousness, she continues. “Well, I have a locksmith on speed dial anyway—I’m always losing my keys. But before I call, seriously, are you ok? The way you asked me to stay over….Is there something scary waiting for you at home? Why do you look so worried?”

"It’s probably because I’m home,” the all-too-familiar voice rings out behind you. 

In an instant, your entire body goes rigid. Your now-pounding heart screams at you to run, but you can’t obey without making a scene in front of your friend. 

Plastering a smile on your face, you turn around slowly, as if the longer you took to face him, the more likely he’d be to disappear.  

You had no such luck. Towering over you, umbrella in hand, was Caleb, his normally expressive face a wall of stone. 

Despite his obvious anger, he steps forward to shield you from the downpour and you refrain from taking a step back—against your better judgment.

“Caleb!” you remark, your voice shrill with unease. “What a surprise!”

Ignoring your greeting, Caleb turns his attention to Simone. “Skyhaven isn’t very safe tonight,” he says coolly. “You’d better get home.”

The finality in his words makes it clear: you won’t be joining her. 

“Um, sure,” Simone trails off, wary eyes searching yours. “Will you be alright?”

“...Yes, it’s okay.”

Though your words don’t seem to convince her, Caleb’s penetrating glare does. She quickly walks to the driver’s side and effortlessly pops the door open—surprise, surprise—before jumping in. Giving you one last look, your only chance at salvation drives into the night.

The ride back to Caleb’s house is silent. You scoot as close as you can to the window beside you, paying no mind to the intensifying patter of rain against the glass. All that you notice is how he grips the steering wheel tight enough for his knuckles to turn white. 

When you pull into his driveway and exit the car, he walks closely behind you, preventing any more last-minute escape attempts. His imposing presence follows you inside and all the way to his bedroom. 

When you both cross the threshold, the air thickens with tension as you stand in silence, unmoving. 

“Well, goodnight!” you call when you can’t take it anymore. But before you can take one step, Caleb swings the door shut with his Evol. Huh, you think. Doors must be his speciality tonight.

“Where do you think you could possibly be going after the night you gave me?” he asks, steely voice cutting through your thoughts.

“Listen—” you start, but he cuts you off. 

“You ordered coffee three times. Burst out into laughter I could hear from outside six times. And yet, you somehow managed to check your phone zero times.”

“If you’d just given me more time, I was going to—”

“You were going to what? Because here’s what I think would have happened: If I hadn’t picked you up, you would’ve gone to your friend’s place, right? Then, you’d message me with an apology. Oh, throw in a cute emoji as the cherry on top,” he snorts. 

“With that done, you’d put your phone away and curl up into a ball to sleep. You wouldn’t even dare to check my response. You’d wait it out and believe I wouldn’t be upset. And once I’m away on a mission or somethin’...you would sneak back into the house and pretend nothing happened. Tell me,” he challenges you. “Am I wrong?”

He wasn’t wrong. He was never wrong—not about your habits, at least. 

“Okay, okay, I get it,” you snap. “I thought you said you were ‘done playing games’? You don't have to act so big brother-y all the time.”

Clearly, that was the wrong thing to say. Caleb’s head rears back, his eyes going wide in incredulity before he scoffs. 

Alright, you sigh, time to turn on the waterworks. 

Taking a deep breath, you force tears into your eyes. “Caleb,” you begin, “I really didn’t mean to ignore you. I was just having so much fun. S-someone brought their puppy to the café and I got distracted.” The café hadn’t allowed pets, but you needed all the sympathy you could get. You’d have to thank Simone for telling you about that new bar later. “I won’t do it again. I won’t even go out at night anymore—promise.”

As he takes in your pitiful expression, you see Caleb’s resolve start to crack, the twitch in his right eye giving away how much he wants to console you. Maintaining your pout, you internally grin like a Cheshire cat. He could never say no to you. He could never le—

Your phone rings.

You thought you’d turned it off in the car, but your fucking phone rings. Right when you have him where you want him. 

The shrill tone sucks the air out of the room, and with it, any hope for your escape.

“Answer it. Speaker.” His voice leaves no room for argument.

Visibly shaken, you fish your phone out of your bag and accept the call. “H-hello?”

“Hey Y/N, it’s Simone. I’m calling to check on you—that guy who took you home was kinda scary. I just wanted to make sure he didn’t do anything. Are you okay?”

At the insinuation that he’d ever harm you, Caleb’s face turns thunderous, his jaw clenching so hard you’re afraid it’ll snap. 

“No, no, I’m fine,” you reassure her. “Thanks for worrying though, that’s really sweet,” you add, your eyes darting up and immediately back down after meeting Caleb’s glower. 

“That’s great, I really was worried,” she says, relief evident in her voice. “Well, before you hang up, are we still on for same time next week at the bar I mentio—”

You hang up as soon as she reveals your plans, throwing your phone so abruptly it bounces off the chair where your purse sits and onto the carpet. But it was too late. There was no sweet-talking the irate scowl off of Caleb’s face. You’d lied. 

Like a deer in headlights, you stand frozen and helpless as Caleb stalks toward you. 

“You almost had me,” he chuckles darkly, squishing your cheeks between one hand. “And I bet you knew it, too. Remind me to thank Simone for being such a good friend later.”

His grip tightens when you try to respond, and he pulls your face closer to his instead. “I think I’ve had enough of you talking for now. No point in hearing it if you’re just gonna lie to me again.”

With uncanny speed, he lifts you by your legs and tosses you onto the mattress. When you attempt to sit up, hoping to crawl away, he captures both of your wrists in his hand and claims your lips in a bruising kiss. 

“Don’t talk.” A kiss. “Don’t move.” Another. “Don’t do anything I don’t tell you to do, and I might not chain you to this bed.” You’re so distracted by his final kiss—the exclamation point—that you barely register when he yanks your loose pants down, baring your cotton panties to him. 

When he spots the wet patch spreading through the middle, he moans, shifting to push his nose into your center. The deep inhales he takes seem to calm him down, and his voice loses some of its earlier edge when he murmurs, “Can’t believe you were keepin’ her from me tonight. Look at how much she missed me.”

He demonstrates by pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your panties, tasting you as you leak harder under his tongue. The whimper you let out falls on deaf ears as you remember his command: Don’t talk. 

Licking a stripe up your clothed folds, Caleb sighs into you in contentment. “Gonna see her in a second,” he breathes. “Just can’t give her too much at once, or she’ll get greedy.” 

He’s too far gone, you think, closing your eyes in preparation of what’s to come. But nothing prepares you for the way the seemingly sedated Caleb rips your panties open at the seam, exposing your hot skin to the cool air. 

With no hesitation, he plants a long kiss onto your core, his lips smacking against the fat of your outer folds. Covering your skin with a flurry of pecks, he moans into you, his intermittent licks becoming sloppy, appreciative kisses. 

Caleb was making out with your cunt like your brain wasn't in the room, kissing it like he hadn’t seen it in years. The sensations and lewd squelches make your arousal unbearable, but when you try to grind into his mouth—to get him to do something more—he pushes your hips into the mattress. 

“Don’t interrupt us,” he mumbles, lips still latched onto your unspread cunt. Heat rushing to your cheeks, you flop your head back down, defeated as the man ignores you to have his heartfelt reunion with your core. 

An agonizing few minutes later, you feel him press a last hard kiss against your skin before finally spreading your soaked folds. “Can’t believe you ever thought you could hide from me,” he growls, eyes sparkling. “I’ll show you you can’t. Make you never want to again.”

Slowly, he licks up and down your wetness, teasing his tongue around your entrance. You try to relax during his ministrations, knowing he won’t give you what you want this early, but he catches you off guard when he buries his tongue into your weeping, sputtering hole. 

A strangled moan escapes you as he fucks you with his tongue, twisting, turning, and circling himself inside you. 

One pulse has your walls flexing with desperation, and Caleb pulls back slightly when he feels you tighten around him. “Look at that, I think she’s kissin’ me back,” he coos, a string of his saliva refusing to part from your quivering cunt. 

Spurred on by the whine you give him, he flashes you a wicked grin before diving back in, plunging his tongue in and out at a punishing pace. 

All the while, he studiously avoids where you need him most, licking and kissing everywhere but your twitching clit—neglecting it like you did him earlier in the night.

Suddenly, he lifts his head up, flashing you a quick smirk. “You know,” he starts, licking his glistening lips. “When you were givin’ me all those crocodile tears and cryin’ about puppies earlier, you never did say sorry for trying to run. How about now, hmm?” he asks, pressing a wet kiss to your center. “You sorry?”

You pant out an incoherent moan, and he nips at your clit—the first time he’s touched it all night. Ignoring your squeal, he gives you another kiss. “I don’t know what that means. Try again.” 

You go to speak again, but Caleb suddenly rubs his nose against your clit, your resulting gasp sending your back shooting off the bed. He swiftly slams you back down with his Evol, giving you another nip. “Just two words, baby. You can do that for me, yeah? Two words, loud and clear. Want to know you mean it.”

You don’t know what it is—the last strands of your pride clinging on for dear life, your stupor after being toyed with for almost an hour, or pure stubbornness—but you can’t bring yourself to say it. With a whimper, you clamp your mouth shut, staring at the ceiling in rebellion. 

“Hmmm,” he hums, looking up at you briefly. Before you can even process it, Caleb covers your clit with his mouth and sucks, simultaneously groaning into you. The combined sensations set your nerves on fire, and you come in his mouth with a prolonged cry. 

“I’m sorry!” you wail, the tears in your eyes genuine this time. As Caleb laps up your release, chants of “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m—oh—I’m sorry,” fall through your lips, your earlier defiance reduced to blubbering submission. “Should’ve checked my phone and called you back, I’m so sorry.” 

You’ve apologized ten times over, it feels, but he won’t let up. He suckles you until it aches, and there’s nothing you can do but lie there and sob as his Evol keeps you pinned down. When he’s finally had his fill, he presses a reverent thank-you kiss to your cunt before crawling up your body, nestling in between your thighs. 

“Aw, none of that, now,” he coos, wiping under your eyes. “I forgive you, alright? I forgive you for getting distracted, baby.” Still crying, you nod frantically, leaning into his gentle touch. “But if you ever run from me again, whoever you’re with won’t like what happens when I catch you,” he promises, pressing a kiss to your lips and then your forehead before plunging into you. 

Though his pace is relentless, your walls draw him in, his earlier date with your cunt letting you take his thick length with ease. 

When the pressure builds and you shy away from his brutal thrusts, he turns your chin toward him, pressing an ironically chaste kiss to your mouth. “No running, remember?” 

As you hurtle toward your release, he leans close, kissing you briefly before speaking into your lips. “The next time you wanna ignore me—next time you wanna hide from me and lie to me sayin’ you’ll be good from now on—I want you to think of this, to think of me right here,” he murmurs, palming his cock through your belly. You squeal at the foreign feeling, but he only adds more force, and you think you’re about to pass out.   

“My baby,” he chides. “Loves to act out but she can’t handle the consequences.” While he speaks, he folds your left leg up, pushing it to your chest so he can penetrate you deeper.

“Please, Caleb!” you beg, the new angle making stars float across your vision. As your body rocks with the force of his strokes, you cry, “I said I was sorry!” 

“Mm, you did,” he nods, absorbing a tear on your cheek with a kiss. “But I don’t think you really are. Not yet.”

Without warning, he pulls out of you and flips you onto your stomach before sliding back in. Resuming his thrusts, he uses his Evol to pick your forgotten phone up off the floor. “Call her back. Speaker,” he orders. 

At first, you're flustered into hesitation, but as he holds the phone ahead of you and taps through your history to do it himself, you pull yourself together. “Wait,” you wail. “Wait. I’ll do it.”

You do it.

When Simone picks up, Caleb shows you mercy by decreasing his pace so the sound of slick skin colliding doesn’t travel through the phone. 

“Hey Y/N, what’s up? Is it about earlier? …Did something happen?” she asks in concern.

Frantically, you twist your head to look up at Caleb, not knowing what to say. 

Leisurely, he folds forward over you, his chest flush with your spine so he can whisper in your ear. Throughout his dramatics, your time to respond without raising suspicion wanes, and you grow more desperate by the second.

“Hi Simone,” Caleb finally whispers, pressing kisses to your ear in time with his languid strokes.

“H-hi Simone,” you repeat louder, a slight tremble in your voice.

“I just wanted to say thanks again for checking in. That guy, the one from earlier—he can be so mean sometimes,” Caleb murmurs, pouting his lips in ridicule. 

“I just wanted…wanted to say thanks again for checking in. The guy from earlier—hah—can be so mean sometimes,” you echo, breathless from the impact of Caleb’s hips rocking into yours.

“Can we reschedule our plans for next week? My big brother’s,” he emphasizes, mocking your earlier jab with two deep thrusts, “coming home, and he really misses me.” As he feeds you lines, the taunts in his words break through the softness of his whispers. 

As softly as you dare to, you whimper for him, hoping it’s enough for him to end his torture.

But as the phone screen goes black from inactivity, you see his smirking reflection looming over your humiliated one. The only way out is by appeasing him. 

“C-can we reschedule our plans for next week? My…my friend—” 

As soon as the word leaves your mouth, Caleb lifts off of you slightly, landing a harsh smack on your ass.

“Y/N? What was that noise? Are you alright?”

“Yes,” you all but moan as he bites your neck, reprimanding you further for breaking his script. 

“My friend is visiting next week, and he really misses me,” you finish, waiting with bated breath for her—and Caleb’s—reactions. 

“Oh…sure, Y/N. That’s fine with me. That’s a lot better than I was expecting, you sounded like you were in trouble for a second.” Caleb smirks against your ear. “Just let me know when you want to reschedule.”

“Sounds good,” you breathe as Caleb’s thrusts return to a faster pace. “I-I gotta go, I’ll see you later!” you rush, almost squealing as you end the call. 

For the nth time that night, you want to burst into tears. “I can’t believe you just did that,” you whine, your voice mixing with the renewed slaps of skin on skin. 

Chuckling, Caleb lifts off of you, his sudden absence from your cunt making you shudder. In an instant, he flips you over so you’re face-to-face before entering you again. 

“Technically, you just did that,” he smirks, his thrusts now lazy and sporadic. “I don’t remember pressing ‘call.’” His matter-of-fact tone is teasing, but you knew that if you hadn’t canceled on Simone, he’d have made good on his earlier threat. He always does. 

As you open your mouth to retort, Caleb’s face grows serious, and all your neurons responsible for making witty comebacks seem to atrophy at once. 

Caleb leans down, light bites on your throat punctuating his confession. “I can’t stop at wanting you not to run from me anymore. I want you to stay with me. To choose to, for as long as we live, for the next hundred years.” 

“But what if…” you trail off, but he understands what you’d been implying. 

At that, his eyes darken. Rutting into you with renewed fervor, he grasps your chin tightly, holding you captive in his gaze. “You’ll be around for however many years I’m alive and kicking,” he growls. And you believe him. 

Nerves alight, mind numb, and core throbbing from your impending climax, you nod as much as his iron grip allows you to. “I’ll stay,” you whisper, kissing his thumb near your lip. “Wanna stay—with you.” 

Letting out a strangled huff, Caleb surges forward, his lips meeting yours in a searing kiss. He bites your bottom lip as he presses down on your stomach once again, and you careen over the edge, feeling the hot spurts of his release intensify the flood inside your cunt. 

With a shuttering groan, Caleb collapses to your left, immediately closing the space between you with a hug. You stay like that for a while, your sore body curled into his arms as you face each other on the bed. 

“You okay?” he asks quietly, rubbing circles into your hip. “I know it was a bit much.”

“Forgive you,” you mumble into his chest. “Felt good.”

He chuckles, tapping your nose twice. “You shouldn’t forgive me so easily. Or else I’ll want to keep testing your limits.” 

When you fall asleep in his warm embrace, Caleb looks down at you intently, trying to brand the visual into any part of his commandeered mind that’d take it. Daring to disrupt the image, he gently untangles your bodies, lifting you before laying you back down on top of him. 

At peace for the first time that night, Caleb looks out the window, smiling to himself. The rain has stopped.

[h1biscusgal]

Void/ shifting for the lazy ass mfs, a "too easy" sleep challenge for 7 days.

Hey y'all, are you the type to call your yourself lazy? Can't wait to enter? Don't wanna try and just wanna sleep and enter? Think it's easier for you to be the careless mf and enter tonight? Here's a sleep method that literally can make you wake up in the void regardless of what the fuck is happening.

I call it, the "too easy" challenge bc mf the effort is not even there, like I'm not gonna even tell you to lay still or yada yada, I entered the void through it some years ago when I was in my shifting phase and didn't know it was the void, and it's my fav method so far, and y'all, you'll seriously shift or enter the void during those 7 days bc y'know how powerful this shit is???

Now I've seen a lotta people whine and say they lay back, try for it, and "don't enter" which is obviously your assumptions that you can't enter is in the way, so I thought, how about letting them know they can skip this part and just sleep and wake up there? Fun eh?

If anyone remembers, this is actually something a lot of shifters used to do back then, but the toxic shifttokers would be like "NO YOU CANTTT, YOU GOTTA PUT EFFORT TO SHIFTTT" nah fuck you, then how come some ppl shifted through it, like be fr and how "effortless" it was. 🤨

What will you need?/

ONE affirmation of choice:

I always wake up in the void state aware.

The void is too easy to wake up in.

Why do I always wake up in the void aware?

No matter what I do, I still wake up in the void aware.

I just gotta sleep and I'll wake up in the void aware everytime.

I always wake up in my home. (Aka DR).

I always shift in my sleep.

I can always shift by sleeping.

Sleeping helps me shift anywhere I want.

Shifting is too easy for me, I can do it in my sleep (fav).

A subliminal you like:

Can be anything, choose something you like that is either for shifting or the void state, doesn't even matter which or what, just choose something that you love and stick to ONLY ONE.

Void subs = 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Shifting subs = 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Absolute suggestibility booster:

Yes, credits to "absolute power subliminals" for making this goldmine but oml, it's fucking good, either way, this is before you loop the sub we chose overnight, BUT REMEMBER LISTEN TO IT ONLY ONCE BEFORE LOOPING IN THE SUB!!! It helps to open the subconscious for the affirmations. 1

And lastly, assumption:

that you can do it during those 7 days, bc mf you definitely can tf you mean you're trying this with hope...

Let's get into it 🤭.

For the affs, repeat it as though you're REMINDING yourself something, not trying to convince yourself something, you get me? During the days and the nights and literally through anything, just affirm without needing anything, like, your wish if you wanna do robotic affirming or feeling with it while affirming, just remind yourself your goal, Go about your day repeating ONE affirmation, and this can be anything, the reason I'm saying one is bc you don't need a bunch, just one, choose one from here based on what your goal is, shifting or the void?, the moment you wake up to the moment you fall asleep repeat it whenever you like.

Now, this is optional, but if you like, you can loop the desired subliminal you chose during the the day, it's as you wish if you want to.

Now, sleep comes around, right? Listen to the suggestibility subliminal I provided there only once, simply once, now grab yo favorite earphones or whatever and loop the SUBLIMINAL overnight.

Don't think about it, literally don't, don't say "will this work or whatever" nope, trust and know, loop the sub in the background while you sleep, and in that moment, repeat this specific affirmation.

Subconscious mind, I command you to wake me up in (desired reality/ the void).

That's literally all....

LMK AND I AM SO SURE Y'ALL CAN DO IT, PAIR IT UP WITH HYPNAGOGIA BEFORE BED AND THIS CAN MAKE YOU WAKE UP WITH 10000 X MORE CHANCE, GOOD LUCK.

Xoxo, Coco.