#Reality Manipulation

[gingerly-writing]

Prompt #3471

The supersmart hero squinted at their nemesis. "You can't just change reality every time I'm right about something and you don't like it."

"I absolutely can-"

"No, you can't." The hero smirked. "Because your powers only work a few times a day, and I'm right all the goddamn time."

[malehypnofantasy]

As he lowered you down to your knees, he also slid his sweaty shorts simultaneously to reveal a throbbing 9 incher meat, ready to impale you and stuff your brain with its thick, creamy content. You cannot believe your luck, the uni's hot janitor looked your way and decided that you, the uni's tight end, deserved his cock to impale your mouth and probably slid into your tight straight hole

But if anyone ever caught you two in the act, what they will see is the school's red-haired obese janitor is fucking the shit out of the homophobic tight end's hole, and you are seemingly enjoying every second of it. Even the CCTV recording will also reveal the same thing, and how you are screaming and moaning the janitor's name out loud like a man whore that you are. But if the one that watched the CCTV or caught you two red handed were enchanted by the janitor's hypnotic power, like the coach and the security, they will see what the janitor want them to see, that he is a fit and handsome 30-something buff muscle guy dominating the tight end that was seconds before, sexting with his own girlfriend

[time-keepers-blade]

The Interrogation

This is long af so I'm putting a cut here lol

((TRIGGER WARNING: Reality manipulation))

Evan stared from across the table, his scrutinizing stare boring into his roommate. Damien stared back, silent and unhappy. The camera nestled on the tripod at the edge of the table recorded their interaction, a lone red light indicating that the footage was rolling. The air was thick with a palpable tension, the two men glaring holes into each other’s foreheads. 

Evan spoke up again, his hands gripping over the edge of the notebook he’d been clutching for the last several hours of his interrogation of Damien. “I��ll ask this again. What do you know about the tree guy?”

Damien tilts his head to the side, cracking his neck with a slight grimace. “I already told you, I’on’t know shit. I’on’t know why it’s followin’ y’all.” He rests his hands on the table, his knuckles flexing beneath his skin as he balls his fists.

Evan rolls his eyes, knocking his head back as he rubs his hands over his face, rubbing angrily. He brings his head back down as he leans in, resting all of his weight over his arms over the table. He glares back at Damien again. “Clearly, you have to know something. It didn’t start leaving those weird ass clues until you pointed it out at the park.”

Damien raises an eyebrow, chuffing and turning his head to the side, glancing into the walkway that lead to the front door.

He then turns his head to look back at Evan, a small, disbelieving smile on his face.

“You think I’m the reason for the thing showin’ up? You gotta be kiddin’ me.”

Damien then unfurls his hands, splaying them flat against the table as he leans in, lowering his head and tilting it to the side as he stares into Evan’s eyes. His smile drops into an unamused frown.

“That thing is leavin’ clues for you and the others, not me. Ain’t you noticed that none of them clues ever address me?”

Evan squints his eyes at Damien, pulling away from the other man and leaning back in his chair, his hands drag the notebook closer to the edge of the table, against his stomach.

“That evil ass look on your face isn’t helping your case, buddy.”

He then opens the notebook to a particular page, ripping a slip of thick carded paper out of its sleeve and sliding it across the table, landing just in front of Damien. The man in question the plucks the strange paper off the table, reading the odd writing.

Even pipes up again, “This is the only clue written in that weird ass writing. You said yourself you studied a bunch of old languages, why don’t you tell me if you recognize any of those symbols?”

Damien raises his eyes from the paper to glance up at Evan, his face still baring the unamused expression. He takes the paper between two fingers and flicks it forward, the paper landing just centimeters away from the edge of the notebook in front of Evan.

“Don’t look like nothin’ I know of. Why you assumin’ I know more than I’m lettin’ on?”

Evan plucks the paper up with an unsatisfied scowl on his face. He slaps it down onto the notebook before closing the book and sliding it to the side. He then turns his attention back to Damien.

“Because you’re the only one none of us know anything about. Ever since Sam and Nate went back to Mississippi , you’ve been all isolated and shit. You could’a went back with them, why’d you stay here?”

Damien fires back without hesitation, an audible snap in his tone. “I told you, I ain’t goin’ back to that shithole. Besides, Zak asked me to help out as best I could. I’m only doin’ what I was told.”

Evan drops his head into his hands, rubbing his hands over his face frustratedly. He drops his hands with an audible thud against the table. “Zak, the dude who studied mythology and has a therapy license. He asked you to help us with..what- playing detective, tryna figure out what the stick man wants?”

Damien nods his head, seemingly agreeing with Evan’s disbelief.

“I’on’t know why he wanted me to help, I’on’t think I’m useful here, either.”

Evan leans his head against his palm, his elbow digging into the table as he stared at Damien.

“How do we know Zak isn’t inciting that thing somehow?”

“What, you think the friendly therapist who cain’t hurt a fly is instigatin’ the Slenderman wannabe?”

“I’m saying you and Zak are both extremely suspicious people-“

“Suspicious how?”

Damien narrows his eyes at Evan, crossing his arms over the table, his head tilting to the other side. He stares, waiting for Evan’s ever-so-intelligent response. Evan seems to struggle for his words for a moment, fidgeting with the notebook in a nervous manner. He then stumbles over his words.

“I-I… I dunno, I can’t put my finger on it. Both of you are just…too calm with all this.”

Damien’s back straightens, he puts his hands in a clasped position on the table just in front of himself. He tilts his head down as he stared at Evan. He thinks for a moment before speaking.

“Too calm?”

Evan doesn’t respond, taking a gulp of air in his anxiety. Something in the air has shifted, and Evan suddenly feels as though he’s pushed a button he shouldn’t have. Damien’s face seems to darken, the shadows casted by the harsh light above the two men seeming to grow longer, the air in the room becoming suddenly hotter.

Damien doesn’t move, but the shadows around him do. The shadows in the corners seem to reach out, clawing against the walls like barren branches on a long-dead tree, reaching out for Damien. Evan can feel sweat beginning to form on his skin as he locks eyes with a very still, frowning Damien.

Then Damien speaks, and Evan has the gut-wrenching sense of something being terribly wrong.

“I ain’t the one bein’ hunted, am I? I ain’t the one who drove all the way to Pensyl-fuckin’Vania searchin’ for some burnt down buildin’ am I?”

Damien slowly tilts his head to the side, the shadows engulfing the wall behind him and beginning to cloud over the corners of Evan’s vision. His expression changes, becoming much more flat and motionless.

He speaks with a monotone voice. “I ain’t pokin’ my nose where it shouldn’t be goin’. I’m jus’ mindin’ my business, goin’ to work, doin’ the chores, helpin’ t’keep the house standin’. If you wanna accuse me of havin’ fault for your missin’ friends, jus’ know I ain’t gonna have that. I got no involvement in your lil’ rabbit fodder.”

Evan sucks in a ragged breath, his body suddenly warning him of the extreme temperature difference in the room. Evan feels as though he’s locked in his own skin, unable to move a muscle. He feels genuinely afraid, and for a moment, his brain tells him that something is wrong with Damien, that he can’t be a normal person.

Damien smiles a small, mischievous smile at him, as if he could read the fear on Evan’s face.

“Zak and I both mind our business. We both live our lives, seperate from y’all’s spooky paranormal bullshit.”

Something glints in Damien’s eyes, a small flash of color, contrasting against his usual dark brown irises. A flash of red, much similar to the red light on the camera pointed at the two men. The shadows seem to blend into Damien’s black curls, billowing around his jaw and curling around his neck. 

There’s sweat trailing down the side of Evan’s face, running from his temple down to his jaw. He feels as though he can’t breathe, and he struggles just to swallow. It’s so hot suddenly, he feels as though he’s been hit in the face with a wave of heat, like he opened the oven door to check on the roast he’d been cooking inside.

His hands twitch against the notebook, wanting desperately to swipe the sweat off of his neck and face, his body screams at him to move, get up, run, but he can’t seem to connect his body to his brain. He can’t move, he can only stare at Damien as the other man’s appearance seems to sharpen and change within the overbearing shadows.

The walls feel like they’re bowing inwards, threatening to cover Evan, trap in him in the darkness and the heat. The table feels much less solid beneath his hands, he feels his knees knock against each other as though he fighting to stand up. 

Damien continues speaking.

“If you wanna know, so badly, what’s on that paper, why don’t you ask the big man himself, huh? Go on up to him, hold it up like a lil’ present, and ask him-“

Damien raises his hands, making a quotation motion with his fingers.

“ ‘Hey, stick-in-the-mud, what’s all this? You got a code somewhere, som’n we can use t’decipher all’o’this?’ “

Damien drops his hands, his smile widening as he chuckles to himself, shaking his head distastefully at Evan.

“You and your lil’ detective buddies got a lot of fuckin’ nerve, y’know that? Y’all just point fingers at anybody y’all cain’t understand. Just b’cuz I’m guarded and I’on’t tell y’all everything about myself don’t mean I’m some kinda monster.”

His smile drops as he sighs, his hands tracing odd little shapes into the wood of the table, he tilts his head and rests his cheek against his palm. 

“I’m just as confused as y’all are. I’on’t know anythin’, either. I ain’t pleased that the fucker broke into our house, feels like we ain’t got nowhere that’s safe. But that don’t mean I’m ok with y’all comin’ for my throat, tryna accuse me of shit.”

The shadows suddenly retract into themselves, returning to their corners and away from the two men. The room feels lighter, breezier, more open again. Damien holds his position, still staring at Evan, his expression slowly changing to one of concern. He tilts his head off of his palm, eyeing Evan warily.

“Dude? Are…are you ok..?”

Evan suddenly shakes his head, squeezing his eyes shut as his hands frantically wipe over his face, feeling none of the sweat that he swears was just there. He then rubs at his eyes rather harshly before blinking up at Damien, a horrified expression on his face. He’s suddenly panting, his hands shaking.

“W-what the fuck. How- how’d you do that?”

His voice is frantic and scared, but Damien just furrows his brows at him, a look of genuine worry on his face.

“Do what, dude? I just said I’on’t know what’s on that paper. What’re you talkin’ ‘bout?”

Evan abruptly stands from the table, back the chair away from the table until its bumping into the kitchen bar counter behind him. He breathes in deep and heavily before looking over at the camera. The red light is off. Or, was it ever even on? He looks back at Damien, true fear in his eyes.

“What are you?”

Damien just looks up at him, a look of confusion and slight insult gracing his features. “Um….like- ethnically, or…?”

Evan shakes his head, lifting a finger to point accusingly at Damien. “No. What are you, because you’re not human. There’s no way. What the fuck was that?”

Damien blinks up at him. “What was what?”

Evan huffs out an exasperated laugh. “Y’know what, I’m just gonna- I’ll just leave. I’ll just go- um- take, like, a shower, or something. I think all this questioning is getting to me.”

He turns away, making his way around the table. He’s nearly out of the kitchen area when he pauses and turns to glance at Damien.

“Um…I-I’m sorry for..assuming you knew about the symbols. Sorry I’ve been a bit of an ass…”

Damien gently shakes his head, a soft frown on his face as he looks concerned for his roommate’s sanity.

“Dude, I get it, shit’s gettin’ weird. Go take a shower, I’ll make sure all th’doors are locked.”

Evan sighs shakily before nodding and turning on his heel. He’s up the steps in seconds, bounding into his room, seeking comfort in his personal space.

[house-of-maximoff]

She Is So Powerful!!!

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[moochilatv]

_SHOE presents: REALITY MANIPULATION

Rock + Synths + psycodelic music

Third song from the album "THE RITUAL", out now

This song combines nostalgic synths with modern guitars and distorted harmonies. The Passage talks about one of the powers that the possession of _SHOE can give, namely the manipulation of reality at will. The nostalgic and epic mood of the piece is truly representative of the story told.

Listen in Spotify:

_SHΠCREA MUSICA.

_SHΠCREA CALZATURE.

_SHOE CREA.

Listen the full album:

[ngdrb]

The Curse of Seraphina's Dollhouse

My latest book

A child receives a beautiful dollhouse that mimics her shown home, but the miniature versions of her family start to behave increasingly ominously.

[umbrace-rambles]

ALSO this second episode confirms my theory that each character has their own art style!! Which is SO COOL. Moon/Xiao Yueqing's style is the new cartoony style at the beginning of ep.2 when we learn who she really is and Nice's (especifically Lin Ling's Nice's) is the more comic book style... which makes me wonder which style OG Nice had. Even the villains (as we saw with Lin Ling's boss) have their own art style!

I need to do a post collecting all of them at the end of the show... but to visualize:

Lin Ling's:

Xiao Yueqing:

Lin Ling's boss:

Which does make me wonder.... what if the "default" 3D style is X's?

[averageperson888]

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Jason is terrified of Damian al Ghul-Wayne.

Talia dipped him in the Pit, fed him lies, put him through the worst kinds of pain possible for the sake of training and turned him into a monster that went to heel when called. A monster even Ra’s was wary of.

He’s terrified of Damian, because if his mother managed to manipulate and play him like a fiddle, then she must have taught the same to her son.

Damian, who only has memories of a catatonic Jason cooing at him, cuddling him and protecting him, is becoming progressively more distressed by Jason’s perpetual cold shoulder and skittish behavior whenever Jason sees him.

[sappy-detective]

ashamed to say the early creepypasta fandom trained my brain so when i think of slenderman interacting with his proxys all i imagine is him holding a tin of cookies wearing a pink apron as he reprimands the children

[horsegirlsodapop]

ahh! ahhhhh! sodapop curtis! he watches cartoons when he's feeling down! he can fall asleep anywhere! he loves all animals ever! he's an incredible liar! he's a terrible driver! he can cry on command! he wears his emotions on his sleeve! he's got a middle child complex! he's kind! he falls in love easy! he can talk for hours about horses! sodapop curtis! ah! ahhh!!

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Manifestation Success Story ! !

Hey! Basically, I’m here to talk about how I manifested my dream through a really simple method. Let’s get straight into it.

My story:

I was an “outsider” in my class. I rarely talked and nobody really interacted with me. And basically there was this really popular group of friends, let’s call the 7 members: ‘Sarah’, ‘Sam’, ‘Heather’, ‘Yuki’, ‘Len’, ‘Dennis’, and ‘Dahlia’ (all fake names ofc<3). I really wanted to join this friend group, but I really didn’t want to befriend ‘Sam’. However, I really wanted to befriend ‘Len’, ‘Dennis’, and ‘Dahlia’.

The method:

Listening to sublimiminals. That’s it. I simply created a subliminal playlist that was about 10 mins long consisting of 5ish subs and one booster and listened to it once every night.

How long did it take me?:

One day. That’s it. Listening to my playlist while doing other things (hw, games, drawing etc) for a single day, and guess what? I saw results. Ofc, I now have full results which took me about a week or so.

Results?:

Well, I’m in my desired friend group. It consists of ‘Dennis’, ‘Len’, ‘Dahlia’, and me. Mind you, I didn’t talk to any of them before manifesting. And now, guess what? We’re going to an amusement park together this week!!

Basically, no, you do not have to affirm a thousand times. You don’t have to enter the void state. You don’t have to visualize or trick your mind. All you need is consistency and persistence.

Good luck on your journey, I hope this helped!

[rorynni]

can we as armin fans agree that he can be manipulative and underhanded when necessary to protect himself and his comrades but it’s not something that he does regularly or for his own personal gain