#Peace TV Frequency

[sk-lumen]

10 gentle ways to recharge when you're low battery

🧘🏻‍♀️ meditation

😴 taking a nap

🚶🏻‍♀️ going on a long walk

🐈 cuddling with your pets

📚 reading a book to disconnect from your life

🧖🏾‍♀️ going to the spa or taking a long bubblebath

🛌 peace and quiet decompressing in your own room

🫖 drinking relaxing tea like chamomille, valerian, etc

🎧 listening to frequency (Hz) music for hours in the background

🍿 watching a cozy tv show where you can switch off mentally/emotionally while you eat your fav comfort food

[circeyoru]

Entertainment & Attachment = Requested

[Poltergeist!Alastor x Medium!Reader]

The Request

For as long as you can remember, you were different from the people around you. No one understood you, no one could be by your side like you’d wanted. You couldn’t rely on others like a human should, as social as humans were made to be, you can’t be normal. You can’t make long lasting friends, and you can’t even rely on your family. For years, you thought you were an anomaly

In your eyes, you see things. Things others can’t. As clear as day, you’d see a transparent figure walking or floating around. Some were fine to stare at, but some were living nightmares to even spare a glance. As a child, you’d point them out and try to convey that there was something there to your parents or friends, they’d all say you were doing all that for attention

So as you grew, you learned to keep quiet about what you saw, even ignoring them altogether. You found out some time later that these were things called spirits, entities of the departed. Or what’s more commonly known as ‘ghosts’

You were lonely and so you did what you anyone would, seek companionship

You approached the little boy that was already in the storage room, he was quite harmless and rarely ever moved out of the room. He was aware you could see him, but he never made any movement to approach you. When you kneeled down in front of him and called out to him, tears came down his eyes and quiet sobs turned to cries. You tried calming him down, yet through his cries, you caught what would make your heart ache

“You noticed me! Someone noticed me! No one noticed me until now! No one cared that I died!”

“... What’s your name? Want me to make you a little burial?”

“What’s a burial?”

“It’s… Something… Something to honour the dead. A place for you to sleep and rest. To move on.”

“I… I want that…”

From then on, you’d try to approach similar spirits like that boy. It turned out, the spirits you saw couldn’t move on and stayed where they died or was most attached to. Hearing their stories was always hard for you, since you’d feel their emotions when they spoke to you like a tidal wave, but all was worth it when you get to see their figure fade to nothingness and a peaceful smile on their faces

While you studied and made yourself a stable lifestyle, you grew to be more adapt in your little world of spirits. You found yourself more at ease there because there was nothing to hide and you were accepted in a way. Everything was so very good for you, there were ghostly friends you’ve made that weren’t ready to pass on because they were busy to something, the most heartwarming ones were them staying to be their loved ones’ presence

There were many that wanted to communicate to spirits like you could hear them. You don’t feel like being a parrot since it lacked that emotional quality. So you built a radio box, or what’s more commonly known as a ‘spirit box’. A device that can allow spirits to communicate through radio frequencies, or something like that

It worked wonders and allowed you to communicate with spirits more easily as well. You slowly modified it to be smaller so you could carry it around, then perfecting it when it hang to your side like a handbag. It worked on electricity, but it has little solar panels so it could constantly charge when you out and about

Yet everything changed when you received a particular call from a homeowner. You made a visit, when you were there, they were positive that their house was hunted. Everytime technology was used, phones, TVs, and even the tablets, it’ll all glitch and malfunction. There was a foul stench in the basement that can never be cleaned. Mostly, the master bedroom and study was always cold

The family tried everything, even trying to renovate the place and destroy the house to build a new one over it. But mysteriously, the workers would fall ill, have unexpectable accidents, tools gone missing ot malfunctions. These were the better endings, at times, someone would end up dead

The parents begged you to do something, they had children, they can’t let this continue. You fail to understand this familial bond. Seeing the little children so close with their parents, how you envied them. But you don’t blame your ability to see or communicate with them, you welcome your title as a ‘medium’. That was in the past either way, this is the now

You couldn’t promise that you’ll ‘deal with the problem’ as they phased it, but you’ll try. Either way, you advised that it was best they were prepared to move out. You can’t say for certain, but you think this spirit was very very attached to the memories in the house, or the fact that it was once their possession

From the moment you stepped through the front door, you felt a heavy weight over your body, you felt a chill around you that was constantly shifting, even more around your little radio invention. You could feel eyes on you, staring at you like a predator has its next prey

You went to the basement when the family left you to your own devices. You had to cover your mouth and nose with a handkerchief so you could stand and walk down the steps. The deeper you gone, the worse it got. You wanted to back away, but you couldn’t help it, you were worried for that linger spirit more so than the family

When you got to the basement, you noticed that it was quite empty and dusty. There was only an old table and a chair, you found a light switch and turned it on, the lights flickered on, but only dimly lighting up the room, giving it an eerie vibe

It wasn’t until you turned on the radio that the stench was completely gone. You were shocked yourself, but not of the lack of rotten smell in the room. More so on the transparent hand that tried to play with the radio while you were still tinkering with the dials

“I’m surprised to see one of these old machines. What with all those fancy technology, I thought radios went extinct! Hahaha! This has to be an invention of your own making. A very well made one I much compliment. Finally someone with taste!”

“What unfinished business do you have? I’ll try to resolve it so you can move on.”

“Oh, you can see me? And hear me? Why! This day is turning out to be quite entertaining indeed! My Dear, make no mistake. I have no unfinished business.”

“Then why haven’t you leave this realm when you died?”

“Because my death was one I didn’t expect nor did I welcome it. Imagine, you minding your own business and suddenly you were shot in the head and mistaken for a harmless deer. Anyone would be enraged by such a death. No, no. I don’t think I’ll ever move on. Though, thank you for asking and trying.”

“So you need to accept your death then.”

“Accepted? Hahaha! Dear, I have accepted my death! I deserve it quite honestly! Do you know why? Because I was the reason why many died.”

The spirit, or Alastor as he introduced himself, was a former radio host. That wasn’t the detail you focused on, it was the fact that he was once a serial killer. He wasn’t a vengeful spirit, more of an unrest one. So that calmed you down, somewhat

It wasn’t the first time you encountered spirits that were once dangerous human beings when living. You met some robbers and even human traffickers, but you listened to their stories and helped them pass on. There were always some that you couldn’t do much to help except warn others away from the area so the spirit wasn’t disturbed

But Alastor. He was the first serial killer you encountered. One so shameless in his crimes and prideful of his work too. He didn’t hide the gory details and his creepy human knowledge whenever you were around

As you didn’t stay at the house and would only investigate the house (him) for the duration of the afternoon, Alastor would talk your ear out the moment you step through the front door. When you left to stay at the hotel room you rented, Alastor would wave you bye and stay at the doorway as though he was the host of the house bidding his guest a good day

Of course, you couldn’t stay forever and you had to leave. With Alastor’s activity, you stayed firm on your advice for them to stay somewhere else that wasn’t this house. Then you left, oddly enough, you didn’t feel unrest that you left things between you and Alastor unsettled. Especially when you told him that was your last visit and he gave you a cryptic answer on whether he’ll continue to ‘haunt’ the house

“The family here will return tomorrow, will you leave them alone?”

“Hmm… I’m not sure, Darling, maybe I will and maybe I won’t. Who knows? I go where entertainment takes me you see.”

“Can’t you answer a simple yes or no?”

“Hm… Maybe!”

When you were back home, you noticed how spirits seem to avoid you a bit. Some even flinching and hiding when you walked pass. The moment you tried to approach spirits, they outright flee like you were a ghost scaring them in a haunted house. You were always left wondering if you did something

Still, it all made sense just as you heard the familiar voice of a spirit that should even be in your room. Looking up from your phone, you saw Alastor smiling down at you with his hands behind his back while he floated over your form on the bed. You took note of the faint trail of red smokey substance connecting him to your radio on the far end of the room

You quickly figured out that Alastor changed attachments, from the house he lived and killed in to your radio. When did it start? Perhaps the day after you saw Alastor, then he slowly moved attachments and connected to the radio. He was a beloved radio host during his glory days after all

“Darling, you approach other spirits too. Why not talk to some more actively ones instead of the common folk? I can provide some assistance. You see, I am quite feared and persuasive too. And I’m sure you know that I am no dainty stick figure. Your noble quest to help spirits pass on, I’ll lend you a hand! For my ongoing entertainment, I’ll protect you from anything. What do you say?”

Now you understood his answer. You were his entertainment and true to his words. He followed you, perhaps follow isn’t the right word. Attach, yeah

Note: Just a treat. I'm getting back my free time so I did this. Hehe. A bit long and boring though. Oh well

Circe Y.

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[rottenpumpkin13]

what would it be like if the firsts lived together?

They did live together. Once. Right after Angeal and Genesis made First Class, SOLDIER grew in numbers, and the living quarters were still under planning and construction. They shared a spacious three bed, three bathroom apartment later reserved for Thirds to share. Angeal still dubs it "the worst 14 months of his life"

• Genesis had his own cereal, but thought theft tasted better, so he used to steal Sephiroth's cereal and the two would have a physical altercation over rainbow loops.

• Angeal thought Genesis was a neat freak until he met Sephiroth, who made a color-coded spreadsheet to track the frequency of dusting different areas of the house. Sephiroth liked to passive-aggresively wipe down counters after someone had been in the kitchen, and took pictures of Angeal and Genesis as they were actively making messes to hold them accountable later. Apparently Sephiroth still has a scrapbook of photos to this day, which he labeled "Why I live alone."

• Angeal was the type to leave out a dirty mug Genesis used and never washed for days on end, refusing to let Sephiroth wash it, all to prove a point. Sephiroth would cave and wash the dirty mug when she wasn't looking. Genesis knew this, which is why he would continue to use the mug and leave it out. The same mug remained in the sink for all 14 months they lived together.

• Sephiroth is an insomniac and liked to fix himself meals at 3AM, which would give Genesis a green light to practice the fucking flute, also at 3AM. Angeal had never experienced true rage until he heard a half-assed flute version of O Fortuna while Sephiroth was actively beating a stake with a meat hammer.

• Angeal would refuse to cook for them as a protest if he found half-eaten food in the garbage.

• Angeal was also no saint, and his alarm used to be a loud guitar riff meant to get him motivated and out of bed in the morning. The first time Sephiroth was startled awake by loud rock music at 5AM, he thought it was Genesis. So he threw open Genesis' door and attacked him.

• Sephiroth had the tendency to leave all the lights on, even in rooms he wasn't in. This drove Genesis and Angeal insane, and they berated him so much for it that Sephiroth started to walk around the apartment with a jumbo flashlight. He would flash it directly in their faces when talking to them because he's petty.

• Angeal had a tendency to bring over any strange item or piece of furniture he found at yard sales or on the side of the road. Angeal couldn't understand how Sephiroth thought the giant, stained beanbag chair shaped like an eye he got at a yard sale for 3 gil was junk. He also couldn't comprehend why Genesis didn't want the antique vanity Angeal got for free at the flea market because the owner thought it was haunted.

• Everyone had different scent preferences and refused to compromise. This is why the apartment smelled like Banora White Apple candles, Ocean Mist, and Tropical Berry simultaneously. It smelled like ass.

• Sephiroth enjoys his peace, but couldn't meditate when Angeal was screaming at the baseball game on TV while Genesis was using a karaoke machine to recite Loveless. His Root Chakra is still damaged to this day.

• Sephiroth had to find out the hard way what a tie on a closed door meant, and that not all screams mean someone is in danger.

• Genesis had a phase where he would bring over random people from his nights out. The amount of breakfasts Sephiroth had with half-dressed women and men singlehandedly developed his conversational skills.

• Angeal used to have this mentality of "I'm the responsible one, which means I can take things without asking." He took Sephiroth's hair brush without asking once and forgot to put it back. Sephiroth retaliated by bending Angeal's favorite stainless steel pan. Genesis had to separate them, an exhilarating experience he never wants to go through again because the pan and the hairbrush were used as weapons.

• Genesis couldn't understand why Sephiroth and Angeal didn't want his "artistic french films" playing while they were in the room. Angeal's argument was "If I wanted to see balls while I'm cooking dinner, I would make this lasagna in the locker room at SOLDIER."

[mistress-of-malevolence]

Okay, so I read a lot of scollace fics and sometimes they have Scott get a job or got a job off screen. I like this, but realistically he would not.

Unless

And hear me out-

____mini fic____

Wallace was sitting in his chair reading a book while Scott sat on the floor playing a video game. The ambiant 'boops' and 'beeps' sounding off in time with the soft clicking of buttons under Scott's thumbs. It was peaceful, like any other night. Like every other night, really, which is exactly why Wallace was annoyed. It had been years of this. When they first moved in together, it was only supposed to be for a few weeks. Then a few weeks turned into a few months, then an indefinite amount of time until Scott was back on his feet. It's been years of this, and while Wallace doesn't mind that much to have Scott as his sugar baby, it does frustrate him how absolutely shameless he is about it.

"when are you going to get a job?" He asks without looking away from his book, breaking the comfortable silence.

"uhh... Soon..." Scott answers, distracted by his game.

"how soon is 'soon', guy?"

"uh... Um... At some point?"

Wallace let's slip a sigh, more annoyance in it than he meant. "Even if this apartment is crappy, it's not cheap for me to pay for it plus everything else myself, you know. If you don't get a job, I'm going to kick you out."

"Pssh" the redhead lets out a dismissive noise. "You always say that, you're not going to kick me out."

More video game sounds come from the tv.

Wallace doesn't say anything to retort that, he knows he's not wrong. Why him? Why did he have to care about this moron so much to the point he'd let him ruin his life?

Scott continues "Besides, do I even really need a job? Once my band gets popular, I'll have tons of money and we can move into an even better place than this."

"Your band sucks, Guy." Wallace retorts dryly.

"Hey! Does not, you're just being a hater."

The room falls back into that silence again, the only sound to be heard is that from the TV and the clicking of Scott's controller.

This is how it always goes. Seems that even the threat of kicking him out has lost its weight with the frequency of Wallace using it yet never backing it up. Should he actually do it this time? He wouldn't kick Scott out for real, but maybe he could change the locks while having Stacy get him out of the house? A night outside might get his ass in Gear. But then again, probably not.

Wallace was at a loss. Maybe this was it. Maybe he'd be resigned to letting Scott Pilgrim mooch off of him for the rest of his days, all because he was cute and stupid.

Wallace looked up from his book finally, resting his head in one hand as he studied the back of his roommate. No shame. Not an ounce to be seen in his body language. One had to wonder how such an unmotivated idiot made it this far. The fact he was even still alive was probably thanks to Wallace and yet he didn't seem to feel like he was doing anything wrong by letting him take care of him. He just sits there, playing his video game without a care in the world.

Wallace shifts his gaze to the screen, it's a sonic game, though he isn't sure which one.

Yep. Not a care in the world. Wallace was almost jealous of that. Oh how blissful it must be to be so ignorant.

The silence stretched on for a while, until without thinking anything of it, Wallace muttered under his breath "... Sonic would want you to get a job."

Suddenly, a game over noise sounded off from the TV, Scott was still as a statue.

"uh, Scott?" Wallace tried after a beat passed and he still hadn't started playing again.

"yoohoo? Earth to Scottie?" Wallace leaned forward and waved a hand in front of the younger man's face. This managed to get Scott's attention, as he quickly turned his head to look Wallace in the face.

"You really think Sonic would want me to get a job?"

Wallace stared back into his roommates eyes, his own crinkling with mischief as the idea hit is brain.

A week later, Scott Pilgrim would start going out to apply for jobs.

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And yeah, that's basically how I think that would happen.

Thanks for reading I guess, I didn't mean to write a whole one shot but here we are.

[i-llo]

The whole beeing soulmates thing

More informations about this fic here

Chapter 1 and Chapter 3

Summary:

Sophie begins to be haunted by strange dreams, which seem more like memories, but she doesn't feel like they are hers. Your peaceful life starts to be affected, but what does it all mean?

Act 2, chapter 1: Echoes of the Past

Sophie had always taken pride in her simple and stable life. Having lived in a quiet suburban town since birth, everything seemed to follow a calm and predictable rhythm. Her mornings were filled with the smell of freshly brewed coffee and the low hum of the TV in the living room. She had a habit of leaving something playing when she was alone—Sophie didn’t like the solitude of silence. She loved her routine and the security it offered. Her small apartment had everything she needed, and though her friends were few, they were loyal and loving. Her plans were simple, her dreams modest, and that comforted her. Until everything changed overnight—the latest dream made it very clear.

At the beginning, it was just fragments, scattered sensations that faded with the dawn. But as the days passed, they became more vivid. She found herself in places she’d never been before, in times that didn’t make sense. She saw crumbling castles, ancient stone cities, and carriages rolling beneath stormy skies. In her dreams, she could smell something damp and old, almost musty, like she were trapped somewhere long forgotten. And there was always him—a man in the distance, whose presence was constant. He never spoke, but his gaze pierced through her, stirring something between fear and fascination. Every time she tried approaching him, she would woke up abruptly, heart racing and body drenched in sweat. The dreams had started softly, just vague figures, nameless faces. But now… now things were different.

Those visions began to creep into her waking life. The scenes would flash unexpectedly, as if they were etched into her memory rather than mere products of her imagination. The smell of wet earth as she walked past a park reminded her of the streets in the dreams; the sound of wind rustling through the leaves brought back the whispers that sometimes accompanied the mysterious man. Small details, but growing in frequency. Sophie often found herself lost in these recollections, as if living between two worlds.

Then came the first clear vision. It was early evening, and Sophie was returning from a shopping trip, walking the same streets she passed every day when something strange happened. A shiver ran down her spine. She glanced around, and for a brief moment, saw a man standing on the other side of the street. He wore a long, tattered coat, the high collar casting shadows over part of his face. But something about him made her stop. He watched her with a look that was both hostile and calculated, as if he knew something about her that even she didn’t. The air seemed to thicken around him, and her instincts warned her to keep her distance, but curiosity won out. The man smiled—a cold, almost threatening smile, the kind seen on a predator about to pounce. She glanced away for just a second as the traffic light turned red, and when she looked back, he was gone, as if he had never been there. Her heart raced, and a deep sense of danger gripped her thoughts. It was something familiar, but she couldn’t explain it. She walked away, wondering if she had imagined the whole thing.

The following nights brought even more intense, more unsettling dreams, but the mysterious man remained distant. Each time Sophie woke up, the feeling of loss deepened, as if something crucial was slipping through her fingers. Other strange things began to happen, the once subtle feeling of being watched was now constant, she could feel eyes on her, even when she was alone in the apartment. One time, while shopping, she felt a cold breeze pass over her body, despite all the windows being closed. She spun around quickly, but, as always, there was nothing. She started to question if she was becoming paranoid, her hands trembling slightly as she tried to shake off the disturbing thoughts. One other morning, while waiting for the bus to work, the déjà vu feeling intensified. She looked up at the sky and, for a fleeting moment, swore she had lived that exact moment before. The same distant voices, the same clouds, the same cold wind on her face. The sensation was so strong that Sophie had to hold onto a nearby post for support. Her mind whirled, searching for answers. It couldn’t be just coincidence. Something, somewhere, was wrong.

That night, she dreamt of na old, dark wooden house filled with doors and windows covered in dust. She wandered the halls in her dream, feeling the weight of time in the structure, as if the house were waiting for something—or someone. She tried every door, but they were all locked except for maybe one. There was a room at the end of the hall that called to her, a low, muffled sound coming from inside. Sophie couldn’t explain it, but the mere thought of touching the doorknob filled her with dread. It felt as if everything was about to fall apart, yet the door remained, like a promise of na ancient secret. The floor creaked beneath her feet, the sound startling her awake, heart racing too fast for such a cold morning. She woke with the bitter taste of fear in her mouth but also with a strange sense of longing, as if that place held some importance to her. Sophie shook off the remnants of the dream and the unsettling feeling that still clung to her. She had a full day at work ahead and knew she had to focus on her routine, despite these disturbing images becoming more frequent. She dressed quickly and left the house, the cool morning air offering some relief.

On her way to work, the familiar streets passed by, but Sophie couldn’t shake the strange feeling that something was always lurking in the back of her mind. Black-and-white stripes flickered in her peripheral vision, like something moving too fast for her to catch clearly. The color green... for some reason, the green seemed important, as if something very significant was tied to it. Her fingers clenched as she tried to push away the growing anxiety.

At work, Sophie struggled to concentrate. She worked at a small secondhand store, mostly selling books and clothes—a place that usually calmed her with the smell of old pages and the soft murmur of customers chatting. But today, it wasn’t helping. Her coworker, Tracy, was rearranging a shelf of books nearby, muttering about how customers never put them back in the right place. Sophie tried to focus on the task at hand, organizing papers on the counter. “You’re quiet today,” Tracy remarked as she slid a book onto the top shelf. “Everything's okay? Something happen?” she asked. “Yeah... I think so,” Sophie replied hesitantly. For a moment, she considered telling Tracy about the dreams, the strange feeling of being watched, and the colors that appeared in her mind for no reason. But she held back, not wanting to sound delusional. “I’m just having nightmares most most of the nights, but honestly, this mess around here is what’s stressing me out the most!” Tracy gave her a playful smile, suspecting nothing. “Well, I bet you’ll be too tired to even dream tonight!” Sophie nodded, quickly changing the subject. She didn’t want to bring up more questions, feeling that speaking about these things out loud would somehow give them more power.

As the days passed, Sophie found it harder to distinguish between dreams and reality. She woke up with strange marks on her body—scratches she couldn’t explain, bruises that made no sense. One night, while lying in bed, she swore she heard a familiar voice whispering in her ear. “He’s waiting.” Sophie shot up, gasping, but her room was empty. Fear was beginning to take hold of her, but at the same time, an irritating curiosity gnawed at her. Who was he? And how could she stop all this from happening? She didn’t really care about the answers, only about finding a way to get her peace back. Sophie’s once calm and uneventful life was unraveling, each new day bringing more questions, and worst of all, the constant feeling of being followed. Wherever she went, she felt watched—whether by the man from the dreams or something bigger, she couldn’t tell. But the weight of na invisible presence was always with her. Turning a corner, entering a room, lying down to sleep, Sophie knew something was lurking. And every day, she was closer to finding out what it was, or them to find her.

At night, as she tried to relax at home, the TV news barely audible in the background, Sophie lays down, though sleep didn’t come easily. When she finally drifted off, the dreams returned, more vivid than ever. Those eyes... deep-set with dark shadows around them, a strong, guttural laugh echoed somewhere in the depths of her mind. The voice that spoke to her was unmistakable—rough and rasping, but the name remained just out of reach, lost somewhere in her memory. The smile... that distinct smile. It was like everything was hidden in layers of darkness. The next morning, Sophie woke up exhausted, the memory of the man from the night before clinging to her mind. Something was off. She knew it, but still, she didn’t have all the pieces in the puzzle.

[talonabraxas]

The Galactic High Council 🛸 Talon Abraxas THE PORTALS ARE OPEN…

Choose NOW which timeline you wish to align your soul to.

Go within and discuss this with your HOLY PRESENCE, and YOUR TEAM. There is nothing to fear, you are very much protected, and YOU ARE ALREADY WIDE AWAKE AND FREE of the matrix.

No-one can choose for you. Is your soul ready for the next jump? Whatever you choose is the right one for you at this moment in your evolution. You KNOW when you have made the right choice because it FEELS right within your deepest HEART.

This is also true for ANY decision you need to make….

ALWAYS BE GUIDED BY YOUR DIVINE HEART. Nothing, and no-one else has any business interfering with YOU! This is sacred law. No-one, and no-thing has any power over you whatsoever UNLESS YOU ALLOW IT.

Be aware at all times, mindful in thought, word and deed. Be aware of what you absorb as food, which include influences such as tv, media, matrix shenanigans and atrocities. What you focus on you give away your power and energy to. Use your breathe to bring you back to your deep inner peace, attention, grace and oneness. You assist all the most when you radiate kindness, peace and compassion for All. What we do affects all. Watch out for old habits arising, you are forging new pathways of LIGHT AND DIVINE LOVE that is of a much HIGHER FREQUENCY than anything you have achieved before. YOU are jumping timelines, as indeed Mother Earth is too.

Many of you are already in tune with Lady Gaia,and assisting, not just observing, her wonderful journey onward and upward!

Together we rise! We are but ONE LOVE. ONE LIGHT, we are truly AWAKE, and WALKING EACH OTHER HOME.

Blessings, gratitude, and deepest Divine Love dear Starseeds. LOVE IS REAL. –Galactic Council Of Lightworkers

[adviceformefromme]

How do you let go of fear? I am scared of everything. I have been in therapy for over a decade and I’m grown so so much but the mental battle with being scared of every worst possible outcomes controls me. It’s exhausting. I just want to detach and let things flow.

Hey sweetie, I want to let you know I have BEEN there. My mind was so polluted with fear, every thought was worry, doubt, stress, anxiety but I want to let you know there is light at the end of the tunnel!

Steps:

You need to go on a FAST. This means removing all the things that are causing you to feel fear consciously and unconsciously. I would suggest. No movies / tv unless its good feels/high vibe. Absolutely no watching the news, no horrors, no social media. No music unless it's high frequency. All these media outlets have the power to keep you low.

Work with your journal to understand yourself better. Write down exactly what you are afraid of in one column, and then write the opposite for each one in the other column. For example 'I am scared of men, they will attack me' vs 'I feel supported by men I feel safe around men' (this was a real fear of mine). As you write all your fears. You need to record yourself on your phone in a peaceful calm voice saying the opposite only. Record the list and play it on repeat as many times as a day as possible. Before bed is the most powerful. But if you need to play this 100 times a day do it because you really need to re-programme your mind.

Start consuming content that helps you heal, podcasts, books. More so books. Self-development. Read more, lean on fiction that is positive and uplifting (not keeping you in low frequency fears).

What are you eating? Make sure the foods are supporting you, research pro-biotic diet and get any health checks to ensure your body is optimising at its best (unlikely if you are in a state of anxious fear).

Do some exercise. Get into a wellness routine, yoga / stretches, running, HIT. Whatever you can do even if its running down the road and back for 5 mins. Do something. Your body needs to shift that energy.

PRAY. {personally} this should be at the top, having a solid relationship with God is going to heal you in so many ways. You will receive the guidance you need once you start asking for help - books will fall off shelves (I've said this many times because its absolutely true), people will appear in your life.

Learn to meditate, hard to think of this when your mind is plagued with fear - but watching this breathe work meditation can really help create some space in your mind.

Setting the intention and taking actions to move you out of your current state is equally as important as all the above points, sure you might want to change your mind, but putting in the work to love and protect your thoughts and energy is how you make the shift. I hope these help xoxoxox

[sirensplayhouse]

alpha state

welcome back, my little sirenettes 🕺🏾this is gonna be a short and quick to the point post😂. so i’ve been seeing a lot of posts about the different brainwaves hint my little reblogging spree i just went on and it inspired me to drop my success story on how i entered/tapped into alpha state so sit back and enjoy🫡.

so alpha state is a state of deep conscious relaxation, you feel relaxed and at peace and just have an overall sense of calmness when you’re in it (think of it as a light hypnotic state). you’re able to absorb more information, ideas and suggestions in alpha state because you’re more receptive and focused during this state.

ok siren we dgaf about you’re explanations just tell us how to tap into it🙄

ok so just like anything you can get into alpha state by simply telling your subconscious to put you in alpha state of, you can listen to brain wave frequencies like the one i’ve tagged below, you also enter alpha state when you meditate and daydream and you can do the counting backwards from 200 and counting to 200 method if you please.

siren ok we just want to know what YOU did to get into alpha state we’on care bout none of that other stuff

ok ok tough crowd😵‍💫anywaysssssss i put on this lovely little audio i tagged (and honestly i saw this tagged in another post on tumblr a year ago and decided to try it , so full credit goes to the person that found it first y’all the goat). i was sitting up during this process so i wouldn’t fall asleep , kept my head straight and my head still and moved my eyes to the top of the my tv (so i wouldn’t have to strain my eyes too far) and before i knew it i was in alpha state🤭.

it’s that simple nothing overcomplicated or anything i have done the counting up to and down from 100/200 and honestly i just felt like my mind wandered off wayyyyyy to much when i did that method and i like this one better. now there are a multitude of alpha state meditations on youtube that you can use that don’t have to be this specific one let’s be clear🧍🏾‍♀️.

and one last mention i did have my affirmation tapes playing in the background (y’all know i love me some affirmation tapes😂) while i was in alpha state and after i got out of it and took a nice lil nap (don’t judge✋🏾) i woke up to what i wanted (i did not know how to phrase this last part so this is as good as y’all getting😭🧍🏾‍♀️).

no i’m not telling y’all what i manifested😂but i will tap into alpha state again and manifest something different post a picture of what i chose to manifest just so y’all can see it’s that simple.

idk if i missed anything or what because like i said this was kinda rushed and in the spur of the moment but just in case i did, posts i recommend: boom and slap and y’all should also go check out @gorgeouslypink her work is always top tier and that’s all my little sirenettes until next time🤝🏾

[madamlaydebug]

Ignore the propaganda on tv that they call the news. The news wants us living in fear and hating each other. They want us sick and divided vibrating at the lower frequencies where diseases festers. They want us cut off from each other and the universe, reliant on them, living in the filth. The evil Institutes of the world learned well from Hitler and the Nazi propaganda machine! They have only continued to perfect it. The news is nothing but hate, fear, and lies! Sick and divided we are easy to control, like sheep waiting to be slaughtered! They want us as far away from the higher frequencies of authenticity, love, kindness, compassion, and anything that will bring us together! We are one my brothers and sisters and I wish more people would open their eyes to the truth. That is the day all the evil elites of the world fear, the day we raise our frequencies and become whole again. Together we are everything, divided we are nothing! Sickness and disease dwell at the lower frequencies! It's time to stop listen to the propaganda spread by the misinformation on tv! We are one, togetherness is what we need more than ever, unity, love, peace, all the good things out there are waiting for us!

💯💯💯🙏🙏🙏✨️✨️✨️🫶🫶🫶☮️☮️☮️

[alectoperdita]

How frequently do you think Jou (be it canon or an AU of your choosing) would have nightmares?

I would be surprised if canon Jou didn't have a slew of nightmares after Battle City. The poor boy nearly died multiple times in a span of about two days so if that doesn't traumatize someone, I don't know what will. Sometimes he dreams about burning alive, about Ra's flames searing his flesh and disintegrating into dust.

But what haunts him most, what keeps him up the rest of the night if he jolts awake are the nightmares about drowning. Ra almost killing him was a flash in the pan, and he doesn't really remember the details of it. But he remembers nearly drowning in Domino Pier. He had made his peace with sacrificing himself for Yugi's safety, or so he told himself. But the realities of drowning is both slow and painful. He could feel himself dying, gradually starved of oxygen.

His nightmares tend to draw out that moment, delaying when his consciousness had started to wane. It gets darker and colder around him as he forever plunges into the depths. Maybe he remembers he's supposed to surprise this moment, but the rescue, whether it's Shizuka in the anime or the key in the manga, never comes.

He is alone. Forgotten. Buried in his watery grave.

On nights where his dreams follow that script, he doesn't sleep much. He flips on the lights and turns up the TV or radio as loud as he's willing to risk without pissing off the neighbors or his dad.

The frequency decreases as times goes on. But it never goes away. It's part of the familiar repertoire of nightmares that he cycles through during periods of stress: electrocution, burning alive, drowning but never dying.

@killhadrian has a lovely kaijou WIP fic on AO3, Depth Perception, if you want to read something where Joey has nightmares (specifically of drowning). And my fic, Paper Tigers, contains a dream sequence scene of Jounouchi drowning.

[xxx-sir-pentious-xxx]

Pentious fucking wrecks the Vs[title pending]

Absolutely funny and cool and badass, totally not written by pentious lol, angel dust is sneaky.

Angel dust made one joke, resulting in the fight being stopped and Cherri being forced to let the battle go, especially since Sir Pentious would leave her terf alone permanently. Only for his son would he do this.

The trick went so far that Pentious actually got to the hotel before the opportunist Alastor.

Due to the fight being stopped in such a sweet manner the news report went may smoother. Peoples opinions shifted, maybe the hotel was reforming Angel Dust, I mean really hes reuniting with his father.

All was going so well, Pentious was funding the hotel and manning it with security. Angel had to rein his emotions a few times but eventually he was warming up to the crew, he was getting protective of them. They were like his eggies, precious and fragile.

It was the moment Angel mentioned his soul contract and abuse that Sir Pentious snapped a bit and hugged Angel close,

"My sssweet son... I'll fix thiss. Dont you worry your precious little head..."

And like that he began crafting with angelic steel. It was intense, the look on his face when he was eating with his crew, his family. Within two days he was ready. He showed off the look of it to angel who was honestly freaked out.

"Hey uh.. Dad ya arent gonna... you wont actually do it right?.. it's dangerous you might get hurt..."

Angel had actually gotten pretty fond of his 'dad', his confidence scared him as he got hugged and watched Pentious go to slaughter the V's like a assassin.

He played it cool.

Then as soon as someone made a fuss he threatened and made it clear what hes there for, it took a simple look of the weapon to make anyone crack.

To be honest most kept it easy, some gladly guided him, hell they begged him to do it.

It felt so good to meet the V's all together and the be seen as a real threat. Vox tried to do something but Pentious had frequency jammers. He got loud at Pentious calling his bluff, which only resulted in a chest shot,

"IM NOT FUCKING AROUND. YOU WILL TAKE ME FUCKING SERIOUSLY, IM GONNA FUCKING KILL EACH ONE OF YOU."

Val couldnt fly, not good but he tried, it only lead to his wings being blown off and most of his back.

Velvette got the idea to call for help but got told shes shit outta luck, they wanted to be free. Her head was quickly blown off.

Pentious slithered to the dying Val who's completely in shock.

"I wanted sssome of your fluff."

The sound of a blade was heard and next thing anyone knew he had his head. Then a feeling washed over Pentious.

"I... I won. I WON. Oh I'm sssso happy!"

He turned off the jammer and the cameras showed the scene to the masses after a few minutes. A employee probably wanted to see what had happened completely forgetting to not broadcast it. Or did they?

The masses saw the mess, they saw Pentious laughing about it, Vals head in hand,

"I MURDERED THE V'sss IM THE SsECOND GREATEST OVERLORD EVER!!! I DONT NEED TO PRETEND TO BE THREATENING ANYMORE!!"

He could finally relax his worries, no more dangers now to him, only peace.

What he didn't consider was how the people seemed to flock around him, worshipping him almost, yeah he owned them now but he expected.. what? He wasnt sure really.

He appointed the workers, his new underlings to just do whatever felt right. Broadcast what they like, make whatever. Oh and he made sure to make the bank accounts and funds of the V's his own. That way he can afford and handle these things.

He felt so... powerful. He was like a king.

"King Cobra sssoundsss good... yeah, king cobra! Hass a ring to it..."

People could finally think again, no more tv hypnosis, no more pain from unwanted sex or being stabbed with needles. Sir Pentious was a hero to them.

Alastor felt a bit threatened and tried to talk to him when he assumed it right but didnt account for the fact he scared the snake and was quickly dead too.

"Oopsss! Oh hehe, well who's gonna care.. no one will know! This meansss I own his soulsss too now... FUCK YEAH IM AWESssOME!!"

He slithered along into the hotel glad to be home, feeling cocky as fuck. He made sure he put the safety on the canon gun and turned it off to avoid another accidental murder.

His family and crew was small he felt. He gave his new power a try, spawning Nifty and Husk and eagerly telling them their new roles and that they really couldn't back out but he wasnt gonna beat them if they were gonna be stubborn. Everyone watched him giggle and play with his powers outside,

"Aw yesss, I'm so powerful!! No drawbacks!"

He was a good leader really, he can do it all. He will do it all. He noted his looked bigger too, more filled out, tail bigger. He could hug his new family with this tail! He had to stim a little and decided it was safe to slowly let loose some power into the air making everything glittery. He couldnt sleep, he was much too energized and high off it all.

Angel dust had to really take in the fact that he started this. Wasnt bad feeling actually. Felt great, he could feel it too. Felt warm and fun. Felt like child to father love.

[y0ur-maj3sty]

Project Blue Beam

Nasa has been working on aircraft that are real, but will become a part of the Global Holographic Alien Invasion/Light show. This may also include a staged 2nd coming of historical fugures; such as Jesus or Mohammed or Krishna.

BLUE BEAM Has 4 Steps:

Step 1

The first step concerns the breakdown of all archaeological knowledge. It deals with staging earthquakes at certain precise locations around the planet where supposed new "discoveries" will finally explain that the meanings of the basic doctrines of all the world`s major religions are wrong. This falsification will be used to make the population believe that all religious doctrine has been misunderstood and misinterpreted. For example, in the entertainment/movie industry, a falsification started with the film(s) 2001: A Space Odyssey, the TV-series Star Trek, the Star Wars films, and E.T., all of which deal with space invasion and protection. Another movie example is Jurassic Park which was released to push the Theory of Evolution.

Step 2

The second step deals with the gigantic space show: 3D optical holograms and sounds, laser projections of multiple holographic images in different parts of the world, each receiving a different image, according to its predetermined original national religious faith. This new "god" image will talk in all languages. As an example, the Soviets have manufactured the advanced computers and have programmed them with the Minute Psychological Particles based upon their studies of the anatomy and biology of the human body, as well as their studies on the anatomy, chemistry and electricity of the human brain. These computers have also been fed with the different languages of the world.

Step 3

The third step deals with telepathic electronic two-way communication, where ELF(Extra Low Frequency), VLF (Very Low Frequency), and LF (Low Frequency) waves will reach the people of the Earth through the insides of their brains, making each person believe that his own God is speaking to him from within his own soul. Such rays, from satellites, are fed from the memory of computers that store much data about the human being and his languages. These rays will then interlace and interweave with the natural thinking processes to form what is called Artificial Talk.

Step 4

The fourth step involves universal supernatural manifestations using electronic means. This step contains three different orientations:

The first one is to make mankind believe that an Alien Invasion is about to occur upon every major city on the earth. This is to push each major nation into using its nuclear capability to strike back. In this manner, it would put each of these nations in a state of full disarmament before the United Nations after the false attack.

The second is to make the vast Christian population believe that a major rapture is occurring, with a simple, orchestrated, divine intervention of an alleged "good" alien force coming to save the good people from a brutal satanic attack. Its goal is to get rid of all significant opposition to the New World Order.

The third orientation is a mixture of electronic and supernatural forces. The waves or frequencies used at that time will allow supernatural forces to travel through fiber optics cable, coaxial cable, electric and telephone lines in order to penetrate all electronic equipment and appliances that will by then all have a special microchip installed. The goal of this step deals with the materialization of satanic ghosts, spectres, and poltergeists all across the globe in order to push all populations to the edge of a wave of suicide, killing and permanent psychological disorder. After that night, humanity is believed to be ready for them to enter in a "New" Messiah to re-establish peace everywhere at any cost, even at the cost of their freedom.

[kushblazer666]

The last day of Atlantis and Lemuria was 10/31. Just as the greys deceived by saying using a laser beam at the crystals caverns to eliminate reptilians from the subterranean of this planet. Instead it gave to the cataclysm of the great flood and reversed the magnetic poles and caused major trauma on this planet and the soul genetics of starseed lineages. The past meeting the present. Look how many floods have happened this month and now Spain. Sacred locations have been altered and tampered with because of the magnetic signature it holds. It's light that repairs this locations and heals and helps humanity! 💎

It's important not to give into somber and sadness over the next few days as that feeds distorted timelines. The magnetic poles are shifting back and humanity is awakening from draco deceptions and that's how to forge ahead. We do not consent to harm on humanity, but we must prevail in strength and love as it anchors magnetic frequencies that bring justice, peace and healing. The light has increased so much over the past few days and we need to keep that momentum up! Shapeshifters that are grey and reptilians (dracos) are glitching on TV this week and they can't hold their form when the light is strong! 😂 As darkness is the absence of light, which is information. We are going into the Age of light, the age of truth, healing and renewal. It is a process and the longer light is sustained the faster the timeline happens for the collective energy of humanity. Energy is vibration and frequency. Do not let your frequency drop and we clear cellular memories of trauma and trauma off the planet at the same time the greys are trying to distort the energy. Counter and anchor with the magnetic signature of your heart! Courage, love, joy and harmonizing. Sadness does not clear sadness, it negates dark spirits! Rise in light, you are stronger and loved more than you could ever imagine. You are powerful and the light is magnetizing within you, keep forging ahead! We are bringing Lemuria back and it can already be seen in nature and certain locations. This planet and humanity hold keycodes of light. You are the solution and your energy provides the way! 🩵🪽

[livingfictionsystem]

Xhaxhollari Ithuriel Icarus: ZACKS-Oh-Lah-Ree Eh-Thee-Ree-Uhl Ick-ah-Rus. He/It/They. Demi-Romantic, Asexual. PTSD, Autism, Avoidant Personality Disorder. Aquarius Sun, Capricorn Moon, Virgo Rising. January 20th.

Theme Song(s): Living in the Shadows by Matthew Perryman Jones, No One Can Save You Now by the Aviators, Feathery Wings by Aurelio Voltaire.

Fronting Frequency: Gatekeeper, weekly frequency at least.

Xhaxhollari split from Nebula sometime in 2006, at first seeming to only be a ‘watcher’ of all of the alters and the world in which they lived. When Kirra began to manipulate the inworld and the alters, Xhaxhollari took it upon himself to ‘pull strings’ or subtly force suggestions into the subconscious of his fellow alters in an effort to keep the peace. As time went on, he also took on a more active role in fronting, particularly as the hosts would need him to cover gaps within their consciousness. Knowing more about the system, its inner workings, and its origins than most, Xhaxhollari has taken it upon himself to try to keep Living Fiction sane and functional(ish.) He’s notable for being one of the only members of the system who is sexually-repulsed and averse to intoxicants. His aesthetic is dark academia, though he prefers comfort over style. He has a marked fondness for Sherlock, Pokémon, the Portal series, documentaries about psychology or fraud, and he considers awful reality TV a guilty pleasure. Though he frequently watches, he rarely reveals himself, as he prefers not to be perceived after years of silent admin work. However, he can be given away by his ‘robotic’ nature, his tendency to be pedantic, his proximity to semantic debates, and an occasional stutter.

[talonabraxas]

The Galactic High Council 🛸 Talon Abraxas

THE PORTALS ARE OPEN…

Choose NOW which timeline you wish to align your soul to.

Go within and discuss this with your HOLY PRESENCE, and YOUR TEAM. There is nothing to fear, you are very much protected, and YOU ARE ALREADY WIDE AWAKE AND FREE of the matrix.

No-one can choose for you. Is your soul ready for the next jump? Whatever you choose is the right one for you at this moment in your evolution. You KNOW when you have made the right choice because it FEELS right within your deepest HEART.

This is also true for ANY decision you need to make….

ALWAYS BE GUIDED BY YOUR DIVINE HEART. Nothing, and no-one else has any business interfering with YOU! This is sacred law. No-one, and no-thing has any power over you whatsoever UNLESS YOU ALLOW IT.

Be aware at all times, mindful in thought, word and deed. Be aware of what you absorb as food, which include influences such as tv, media, matrix shenanigans and atrocities. What you focus on you give away your power and energy to. Use your breathe to bring you back to your deep inner peace, attention, grace and oneness. You assist all the most when you radiate kindness, peace and compassion for All. What we do affects all. Watch out for old habits arising, you are forging new pathways of LIGHT AND DIVINE LOVE that is of a much HIGHER FREQUENCY than anything you have achieved before. YOU are jumping timelines, as indeed Mother Earth is too.

Many of you are already in tune with Lady Gaia,and assisting, not just observing, her wonderful journey onward and upward!

Together we rise! We are but ONE LOVE. ONE LIGHT, we are truly AWAKE, and WALKING EACH OTHER HOME.

Blessings, gratitude, and deepest Divine Love dear Starseeds. LOVE IS REAL. --Galactic Council Of Lightworkers

[supergito]

Fusion Revived - CH 10 (The Power of Two)

➤ This story is actually complete (finished Sep 2021) over on my Ao3 already; I'm just publishing it here on tumblr too for archival purposes. I hope any and all curious readers enjoy if they haven't checked it out yet!

SUMMARY: Majin Buu has been destroyed, and the Earth has known peace for close to a year now. Life hasn't been too peaceful for the person responsible for saving the world and the entire universe however, but when an ordinary woman meets him one day, things start to change.

RATING: Teen and Up. PAIRING(S): Vegito x OC/Reader, alluded Gochi, alluded Vegebul CONTENT: Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Family Drama CW(s) THIS CHAPTER: None.

Those were the longest four months she’s ever had to deal with.

There wasn’t a specific date when the dragon balls would re-activate, and the vagueness of it frustrated her further. She resumed her life, going to and from work while dabbling in some of her hobbies in the meantime, but the apprehension never went away. It clung to her, in the form of memories that kept flashing in her mind and molding her dreams. She swore his face was burned into her vision, even when she closed her eyes.

She missed Vegito, obviously. But this…even she recognized how she yearned for him. She’s never had anyone she considered a genuine friend before, and if this yearning is what most people experienced when they lost a friend, she genuinely debated if her recluse lifestyle was actually saving her from a lot of heartache.

There was something different about it though. As days turned to weeks, and weeks slowly turned into months, she examined the emotions she was experiencing. She even did some searches for advice on the internet, since she was largely clueless on the matter and had no one around she felt she could get answers from.

She liked Vegito, this was true. But the realization that she was infatuated with him, drew all the air from her lungs.

She had to have been crushing on him. There was nothing else that explained how much he was in her thoughts, and how much she desired for him to be by her side. What’s more, is that it also explained why she’s just started fantasizing about him with increasing frequency. The littlest things made her think about the Saiyan.

While she’s sitting down on her couch and watching TV, she imagined Vegito next to her. It was then that she realized she had no idea what his favorite shows or movies were. Or if he even liked watching TV to begin with.

When she was out on walks, she imagined him tagging along with her. She wondered what his favorite kind of plants were. What his favorite type of weather was.

When she sorted through her large dresser for something to wear, she thought about how much extra space she had with the drawers she didn’t use. She didn’t know how much clothing Vegito owned outside of his usual get up, but she imagined he filling in those spare drawers with it.

When she settled down for the night and went to bed, she imagined he slipping in next to her. She falling asleep in his arms. That particular daydream set her heart on fire, and made it quicken into a pace that made her have to sit down.

She wanted him back.

She needed him back.

So, she checked the dragon radar at least once every day, especially after the general four month period was supposed to be up. The scan continuously picked up nothing, leaving the screen blank and her apprehension to keep spiking.

One morning, during the week she had off from her job, she checked it again.

The scan went. There was a ping. Seven tiny dots appeared on the screen’s grid, encircling the outer edges.

She’s never ran to grab her phone faster than she did in that moment.

                                                                                                             ༻ ❁ ༺

“Goku should be over there in the blink of an eye. Literally.”

“Thanks Bulma.”

She was immensely thankful the scientist thought to exchange phone numbers. She would’ve called Goku, but she remembered that she didn’t know the number of his house phone, or if he even had a cell phone. Additionally, she and Chi Chi still haven’t interacted since that day. It was all too possible that she would’ve picked up the phone instead of Goku.

Calling Bulma to relay the message to him was the best decision. The woman didn’t mind it either, having seemed a little excited herself. How funny, that she was now looking forward to seeing someone she thought she hated.

As patiently as she could, she waited for Goku to appear. The dragon radar was held tightly in her hand, and she sporadically pushed its knob to zoom out to the nearest dragon ball’s location on its grid. She didn’t quite know how to read the radar, so she didn’t know the exact distance away the ball was from her location, but it was somewhere to the northeast. Internally, she prayed it didn’t somehow disappear.

The anxiety soon became too much for she to stay seated, so she begun to pace around her living room. Fortunately, that was right when she sensed the air around her change.

“_____!”

Goku’s eyes were sparkling, as he dropped his hand from his forehead. His grin was infectious. Over his shoulder, he carried a sizable bag.

“Ready to go find some dragon balls?”

“…About that…” Recalling her lack of abilities, her excitement was dampened. She should’ve brought this up to him much sooner.

“We’ll…have to travel around the world, right? I can’t fly or anything.”

And it would be very impractical for he to carry her. Even if she took her hover car, there was no way it would be fast enough to remotely keep up with him too. Not only that, the planet was large and there was only so much her human body could do in one day before fatigue made her stop. It would be for the best for she to stay behind, surely…

“Don’t worry! I have something you can use that’ll fix all of that. It’s fast enough to not lag behind either.” Goku giggled, and gestured for her to move.

“Let’s go! I’ll show you it outside.”

She had no idea what he was talking about, but if it was possible for she to join him in this quest, she’d gladly take it. Vegito deserved the effort, and then some.

The both of them went out the front door, and she made sure to lock it behind her. She turned back to Goku, who looked up at the sky and cupped his hands around his mouth.

“FLYING NIMBUS!”

He shouted at the top of his lungs, and his voice echoed into the air. Mystified, she observed with a tilted head. Flying Nimbus?

Nothing happened right away, and for a second, she silently questioned if Goku was messing with her. However, her ears picked up on a particular sound that steadily grew louder. Her stare moved upwards, and she witnessed something yellow zooming towards the both of them, leaving a trail in the sky.

The yellow thing zipped down and slowed to a stop in front of Goku. Now that it was still, she saw that it was…a cloud. It looked fluffy and cotton-like almost, though it emitted strange puttering sounds similar to the engine of a car.

“This here’s my Nimbus cloud!” Goku turned around to face her, smiling. “I can’t remember if Vegito told you about it, but it’s what I used to get around when I was a kid since I couldn’t fly. Master Roshi gave it to me.”

“He…didn’t mention it, I don’t think.” She also couldn’t remember if he did. It’s been so long since she’s seen him.

She started walking towards him, keen on getting a closer look at the ethereal cloud. “So, I can ride this? It’ll hold my weight?”

“Sure it will! I don’t think anyone can be too heavy for Nimbus. The only rule is that you have to be pure of heart though, otherwise you’ll fall through it.”

“Pure of heart?” This made her pause.

“…I’m not pure of heart.”

“What makes you say that?” Goku tilted his head, squinting. “You seem plenty pure to me.”

“I…” Self-consciousness reared its ugly head. She fiddled with her hands.

“I don’t know. I just thought I was too mean of a person to be pure.”

At an early age, she became far too tired of how foolish people on Earth as a whole could be, and it’s made her into the loner she was today. She’s mouthed off to and insulted many people for just looking at her in a way she didn’t like, or for saying something stupid to her, throughout the years. People who are pure of heart don’t do that, in her opinion.

“There’s a lot of things that make someone’s heart pure, I think. I don’t know how to explain it, but I do know that just being nice to other people isn’t enough or even required. You need to have a certain mindset…a certain understanding, of the world. Of life itself.”

This felt like a lesson of some sort. Goku himself appeared to fall into deep thought over his words, but his head eventually shook as he refocused on the matter at hand.

“I think you do, _____. You just give me that feeling.”

“… … …” She couldn’t find any appropriate words to say in response.

“Instead of talking about it, let’s see if Nimbus thinks you’re pure.” He stepped to the side.

“Try getting on it.”

She didn’t have any other options. Besides, though she was confident she’d slip right through the cloud and her ass would crash onto the ground, she still wanted to see it through anyway.

The woman walked to the cloud, but at a closer proximity now, she saw that it was levitating some feet off the ground. It was too high for her to climb up onto, but luckily, she wasn’t the only one who noticed that.

“Upsy-daisy!”

Goku’s hands grabbed her hips with a gentle force, and lifted her like she weighed less than air. The feeling of it, and the sight of his bright smile made embarrassment twist her features. The exposed skin of her legs first contacted Nimbus’ wisps, and she noted how feathery-soft it felt.

The Saiyan placed her on the center of the cloud, and released his grip. With bated breath, she sat still as a statue on it, feeling the slight warmth it emitted slowly pool into her body.

Seconds passed…

… … …

…And she didn’t feel herself move at all.

“I knew it!” Goku laughed, pumping his fists. “And you said you were ‘too mean’!”

She kept her head down, bewilderment making her speechless. She pressed her hands into Nimbus’ airy fluff, and the cloud felt as solid as a firm pillow. If she was going to fall through it, she would’ve done so by now.

Frankly, she didn’t know what to make of this. Should she be…happy? This was something to be happy about, right? At the end of the day, it shouldn’t matter if some magical cloud judged her morality, but…

“Now that you can ride Nimbus, there isn’t anywhere on Earth you can’t go!” The Saiyan affectionately pat the cloud.

“Where’s the nearest dragon ball? No time like the present to get started.”

Thankful for the distraction, she shrunk the radar’s map again so Goku could see it.

“Northeast…ok! Here, you can hold onto the bag. We’ll put the dragon balls in here as we collect them.” He draped it over her shoulders, then rose into the air.

“Hold on! How do I control this thing?” She adjusted the bag’s strap and looked down at the puttering cloud.

“With your mind. Just think about where you want Nimbus to go, and it’ll go. It’s real easy!” Goku grinned down at her.

“Ok…”

‘Up, Nimbus. To the northeast, follow Goku.’

She said the command mentally, and sure enough, it moved with no delay. Not expecting the sudden motion, she froze and buried her nails in the cloud’s exterior, seeing the ground quickly growing smaller. Immediately, she was brought back to the time when she first technically flew. Though, instead of on a cloud, she was in his arms…

“There you go! Just like that.” Goku praised.

His ki flared to life, and she witnessed the Saiyan jet off. Nimbus, heeding her earlier command, went after him at a similar speed. The lack of a warning and the wind battering her face made her hunker down more into the yellow mass, desperately not wanting to fall or faint from shock.

She did crack open an eye, and saw that Goku was just ahead of her. They both were moving through the sky, with the white clouds drifting about having become blurs. Despite the high speed Nimbus was flying at, there was a surprising lack of disturbance outside of the wind ruffling her hair and clothes. The cloud stayed level, unaffected by whatever turbulence it encountered.

Curious, she peeked over Nimbus’ edge, and resisted the urge to flinch away at the sight of the far away ground moving. She had to have been miles up in the air. Having never flown in a plane or any other flying vehicle, this was an entirely new experience. It was almost dream-like.

Feeling more calm, she directed her attention back to the radar. The symbol that indicated her current location was now moving, and the dot for the dragon ball they were going after was getting closer to it. They were heading in the right direction, and this further calmed her down.

She was content to sit back and enjoy the flight. Spacing out, she thought back to the time Vegito carried her into the sky so they could watch the sunrise.

Hindsight told her that it was an…awfully romantic moment. Did Vegito intend for it to be? She wanted to think not, but judging by how intent he was and how soft he acted with her after the fact…there had to be something there. Especially because something snapped for him, and he left her alone and cold that same morning. Later when she discovered him at Capsule Corp, he told her it was because he realized whatever existed between them was changing, and he wasn’t sure if he could continue to stay at arm’s length…

He initially didn’t want to grow close to her. That didn’t offend her, as other than tolerating his presence, she had the same sentiment in the beginning. It seemed both their minds changed, after that day.

Was…it fate? Or was it nothing, that become something? Who could say. But here she was now, doing all of this for him, so he could have that chance to live the life he wanted. Whether she could be included in that life or not, remained to be seen.

She could only hope that he truly did feel the same way.

“_____!” Having been in a reverie, she missed how Goku moved to where he was flying alongside Nimbus.

“How close are we now?”

On the radar, the dot was now almost on top of her cursor. She zoomed in to get a more accurate view.

“From the looks of it, we’re within a mile of it. I think it could be down there?”

She urged Nimbus to slow down, and pointed down to a valley they were approaching.

“Let’s go down and get a better look then!”

She followed Goku’s lead. The valley was exceptionally beautiful, composed of a lush green field parted by a river with many mountains looming about. If only she brought a camera.

They slowed down to better follow the radar’s map. It begun beeping at a rapid pace when they neared a group of trees, signaling that they were virtually within feet of the dragon ball. She narrowed her eyes and scanned the scenery, though she didn’t see an orange orb anywhere.

Goku thought to search the treetops, and it proved to be the correct decision.

“Found it!” He hovered down to the ground, with the object held in his hand. The sunlight reflected off of it, highlighting its orange hue and the red stars within it.

“It’s the four-star ball too.” Goku stared fondly down at it. “My grandpa used to keep this, as a special treasure.”

“Your grandpa?”

“Yeah, Grandpa Gohan. He raised me, after I came to Earth when I was a baby.”

Vegito did mention something about that, but not in a lot of detail. She knew little about the old man, but it was clear that Goku cared a lot about him.

“Sounds like he was a nice man.”

“He was great. If he was still alive, I’m sure he would’ve loved to meet you _____.”

The reminder that a loved one was dead would’ve surely put a damper on someone’s mood, but his smile didn’t lose any of its strength. Quietly she scolded herself; Goku must’ve come to terms with his grandfather’s passing long ago. If he didn’t dwell on it, then she shouldn’t either.

It was very sweet of him to say that Gohan senior would’ve enjoyed meeting her though. Goku apparently thought so highly of her…but, considering he and Vegeta used to be joined as Vegito, should that come as a shock?

“Anyway, that’s one ball down. And in good time! If we keep it up, we can gather the rest before the day’s over.”

Goku handed the dragon ball to her, and she took the opportunity to study it. This was the first time she’s seen one of these things up close, and because of what they – or Shenron rather – was capable of, part of her was surprised that the orbs weren’t more popular than being simple legend.

But, Vegito told her why. Bulma’s dragon radars were the only devices on the entire planet that could sense them, and she was extremely strict about not revealing the blueprints on how they were made to anyone; not even her close associates at Capsule Corp. Plus, many people in different parts of the world either didn’t believe or didn’t know they existed. That was definitely for the best.

She tucked the orb into the bag, as Goku asked where the next nearest ball was. Minutes later, they were flying off into the sky again, going west.

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The sun was near the horizon, when they finally collected the final dragon ball. With all seven in tow, she and Goku traveled to Capsule Corp. On the way there, that anxiety she was brimming with earlier in the day returned with a greater intensity. When West City came into view, nausea made her stomach turn. She wished she had the enthusiasm Goku had.

“This’ll work _____. Don’t worry!”

One of his hands slammed her shoulder in an attempt to give a consoling pat, but because of his strength, it made her almost fall over onto the magical cloud.

“Whoops! Sorry.” Goku chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. She huffed, sliding off of the cloud and fixing the man with a half-hearted glare.

“Thanks for all your help, Nimbus.”

Goku dismissed the cloud, and it soared away, disappearing into the sky’s changing hues.

She moved to walk into the Capsule Corp building, but was stopped by the Saiyan.

“I wanted to let you know, that you can ride Nimbus whenever you want. Just shout its name, and it’ll come to you.”

“Really? Uh, thanks…” She blinked, feeling heat creep up her skin. “Why grant me that though?”

“Why not?”

Goku asked in return, beaming in a way that screamed innocence, before he made his way into the building. She was greatly flattered, and grateful for his kindness. Having access to something that could fly and required no fuel of any sort was useful, though she doubted it would be a good idea to use Nimbus to travel to work or anything like that.

When she caught up to Goku, he was speaking to Bulma near the front entrance.

“Great job. You can summon Shenron out in the back, whenever you’re ready.” The scientist addressed her when she approached. Her grip on the bag tightened. Within it, the dragon balls were flashing slowly in a rhythmic pattern, and it spurred her to get the show on the road.

“I’ll do it now. I can’t wait any longer.”

“I understand.”

Bulma nodded, and they all started down a hall to where the summoning occurred last time. The spot where the wish was made to undo the fusion…this wish would be made to bring him back together. It was poetic.

…Speaking of wishes, there was something she was honestly confused by.

“By the way. Bulma? How do you get away with summoning the dragon here, right in the city? Doesn’t it attract attention?”

“It does. But I came up with the excuse that Capsule Corp is working on developing a hologram of a dragon for a cinema project, and the public ate it up.” The bluenette shrugged her shoulders. She stared, in disbelief.

“Seriously? People believed that?”

“You’d be surprised, at how many people are easy to fool. It helps that hardly anyone alive today knows what the mythical dragon of wishes looks like. Shenron’s basically hidden in plain sight here.”

“Hm.” That was painfully convenient, but she would let it go. She heard Goku snicker, amused by her skepticism.

When they turned a corner, they were met with Trunks and Goten, who skid to a stop before them.

“Mom! …_____? Did you get the dragon balls?” The purple-haired boy asked. He and Goten held similar expressions of curiosity.

“Goku and I did, yeah.”

“Cool!” Goten grinned, and ran over to cling to his father’s trousers.

“Will we get to see Vegito again for real, Daddy?”

“We’ll have to wait and see.” He ruffled the boy’s hair.

They all resumed walking, with each of the boys chatting with their respective parent, leaving her to ruminate.

As much as she tried to fight it, fear slowly crept up from the pit of her gut. It was entirely possible that there wouldn’t be anything Shenron could do. The last time she was with him, when he told her that he would see her later, could’ve been the true last time she would ever see him again. Until she spoke her wish, she was caught in this state of unknowing. She hated it. She wanted to go forward, but at the same time, she was…terrified of what lied before her.

What if it actually didn’t work? Vegito…he was gone, for good as far as she knew. That felt so surreal, so cruel, that it couldn’t possibly be the truth. But, she’s gone through surreal, cruel events before. Perhaps this wouldn’t be any different.

She felt like throwing up, when they reached the outdoors area. On auto pilot, she took the dragon balls out of the bag and put them onto the pavement, as the others watched. Stepping back, she breathed in and out, attempting to quell the unease shaking her hands.

It’s now or never.

“Arise…Eternal Dragon.”

She spoke the command, but in a hushed tone. It worked nonetheless.

The orbs ceased their flashing and lit up simultaneously, before a massive burst of light shot from them and up into the sky, that grew darker than the nighttime that had already started to fall. Having never observed the dragon emerging from the orbs before, her worry was temporarily forgotten as awe washed over her features. The trail of light writhing and twisting around like a dancing serpent was such a stunning display.

When it ceased movement, the light dispersed, and left a green, antlered dragon floating in the sky. His glowing, stark-red eyes zoned in on her.

“You who have summoned me. I will grant you any three wishes that are within my power.”

His voice echoed, igniting the fear in her and setting her nerves aflame. With a quivering arm, she wiped away the sweat that welled on her forehead. An inferno burned, and she felt as if she would crumble into ash.

“S-Shenron.” She voluntarily raised her voice until she felt she was shouting, but even then, it sounded too quiet to her own ears. Face-to-face with the dragon like this, she felt incredibly small. Insignificant. The void within Shenron’s gaze was a grim reminder of reality itself, and she was entirely at its mercy now.

It didn’t stop her from announcing her desire, with about as much conviction as she could muster.

“I wish for Vegito to be brought back to life as his own person, separate from Goku and Vegeta, with his memories intact.”

Her words faded away into the air. There was silence.

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… … …

… … …

“…Your wish is within my power.”

The breath she was unconsciously holding in, rushed out of her lungs with the force of a small gale. The blaze within her petered out. The atmosphere that befell the area dissipated, as vocalizations and expressions of relief sounded off from those behind her.

“However-”

Shenron resumed speaking, and her attention was completely re-captured.

“To essentially recreate and give a body to the Potara fusion of Goku and Vegeta will take all of my power. You will not be able to have a second or third wish granted.”

“That’s fine.”

She responded with no hesitation. It was such a meager consequence, that it was utterly dwarfed by what mattered the most here.

“Very well.”

The glow of his eyes heightened into a powerful radiance that made her draw back. She detected something intangible around herself change.

The air was shifting, and behind her, she caught the ki that had started to shine from Goku and Vegeta – the latter she just now noticed had joined them outside. The two Saiyans looked on in silent confusion, before they winced, as if they had been stricken with an unpleasant feeling. The aura stretched from their bodies and reached in streaks in front of her, before Shenron, and met to begin forming a mass of energy.

It was like the Saiyans’ essences were feeding it, as it grew larger and larger. Minutes passed, before the aura left the two and became completely integrated into the mass, as it stretched and twisted to form a humanoid shape.

Sparks danced and shot from it in a display that made her shield her face, but she took in how unmistakable features of it materialized.

Spiky hair…

Bangs…

A tail…

The chaos calmed, and in its wake stood the person who plagued her thoughts.

His expression was blank, soulless, but the spark of life immediately shot through his eyes and had him become animated. He rapidly blinked, and brought a gloved hand up to his face.

“Your wish has been granted. Farewell.”

Shenron departed, and the new figure turned to watch him fade back into the dragon balls, that flew upwards and shot into opposing directions in the brightening sky after.

He turned back to the group of people that stood before him, appearing absolutely perplexed.

“W-What…what is this…?”

Vegito’s eyes darted from Goku and Vegeta, instinctively zeroing in on them. Her heart lurched when he spoke, as he sounded different from what she remembered. There was no longer the voices of the two who made up him speaking in unison; instead there was a singular voice that struck a balance between them. He sounded ordinary.

“This woman here,” Vegeta began, gesturing towards her.

“Used the dragon balls to revive you.”

“Yeah!” Goku joined, flashing a grin full of wonder and excitement. “Welcome back Vegito!”

He stared at them, confused beyond belief, but he did turn his gaze towards her. Their eyes met, and water sprung up in her own. He maintained his shock, but seconds later, recognition flooded his stare. His face shifted in a way that made tears streak down her cheeks.

“_____...?”

He asked in sheer disbelief, and her initial response was to run towards him.

“Veggie!”

The nickname shot from her mouth without she thinking about it, and her face was buried into the fabric of his gi on his chest as her arms flew around his torso to hug him tightly.

“I missed you!”

She sobbed, though it was muffled. There was a pause, then she shivered when two muscled arms returned her embrace and pressed her more into his warmth. The tips of his fingers dug into the fabric of her shirt, and he nuzzled her head, burying his nose into her hair.

Peace she’s never known until now blanketed her mind, in that exact moment. She bathed in his presence, and got fleetingly lost in the sound of his heart beating. It grounded her, but also sent her spiraling into a trance where she felt like she was floating skyward in bliss. All of her previous fears melted away.

It took a gust of wind to bring her brain back to full focus. She wondered how the two of them appeared to everyone watching them right now, but the thrill of the moment swiftly got rid of that concern.

“It’s good to see you, Vegito.”

Bulma spoke, and while she couldn’t see her, the genuine delight in the woman’s voice was a good indicator as to how she was feeling.

“…It’s good to be back.” His breath blew past her scalp, voice taut with a mix of emotions. It made more tears fall, especially the one emotion that was stronger and more easily discernable from the rest. He sounded so happy.

“…Now…if you’ll excuse us.”

One of his arms moved to press under her rear and hoist her up, so her chin was resting on his shoulder. Sensing what was coming next, she held onto him, as he rose into the air before blasting off in a burst of speed with she nestled against him. The exhilaration of the act had her involuntarily laugh, as Capsule Corp and West City shrunk into the horizon.

He touched down in front of her house, and placed her onto her feet. She fixed her hair to get it out of her face, just as she was staggered by Vegito removing a glove from one of his hands and cupping her cheek. The callousness where smooth material would normally be had her intake a deep breath of air, as Vegito looked deeply into her eyes.

He was smiling, unrestrained. Taking in his handsome features once again, after so long, made electricity shoot down her spine and pool in her abdomen. Before she could say a single word, he leaned down and pressed his forehead to hers. His bangs curled against and stroked her skin, leaving it tingling.

In her shoes, her toes curled. Her fingers dug into his blue gi, not wanting to release it anytime soon.

It was quiet. Night had fallen, leaving the surrounding area dark and bathed in a peaceful atmosphere. Eyes closed, she relished in the feeling of being with Vegito once again. Her Saiyan.

“…So. You missed me, huh?”

She huffed, both amused and not surprised by the teasing question. Yep, this was Vegito alright.

“Yes, I did.” She was in too far of a good mood to try hiding her sentimental feelings, and not give him more ammo he would use to tease her further. He could have all the ammo he wanted, and she was put more under his spell as she felt his hand leave her cheek and travel to the back of her head, where his palm rubbed her scalp.

“How long was I out for?”

He referring to his erasure as something casual like he merely being unconscious, really pushed home the fact that he was truly here.

“Around five months in total.”

“Sheesh. That’s almost half a year.”

Vegito was being so light-hearted with this, that she wanted to cry again. She couldn’t resist allowing a few more tears to slip out, but he seemed to sense this, as his hand dropped from her head.

She opened her eyes in time to see him slightly pull away, so he could wipe her tears away with a level of delicateness she was surprised by. He regarded her with the same soft smile he had back on that special morning, but this time, nothing disrupted it. The warrior didn’t speak again, but just by what his eyes were revealing to her, she could tell that there was a lot more he wanted to say.

She wanted to say more as well. But, all of that could wait. She wanted to enjoy this peace, before just what the two of them were now was brought up for discussion. That likely will require serious consideration she was too content and tired right now to be capable of.

Vegito tugged her closer, and they embraced again. When she felt his tail come up to brush against her lower back, she had a good feeling about what was in store for them both.