#all 3 void supers too

[epsilonhybrid]

sure whatever. endermen roll out

[icewindandboringhorror]

A few recent images once again

[offerupmybones]

Trigun oc :3c

I just think bug is goofy :]

[capricioussun]

Does four arms mean that Void is twice as good at hand holding? 👀

I know this was intentioned mostly jokingly but it doesn't! Not bc of the number, but being a vessel actually totally fucked up several aspects of...idk, physically existing, I guess, and made his bones super sensitive at times.

It's worse when he’s unfocused or isn't expecting it, and gets better as his overall control does, but I think I best described it once by saying that he just constantly feels like he’s got television static in his bones. At its worst, more or less, it feels like heavy burning, like painful chipping tree bark, and at its best, even waaay later, it feels like buzzing or a low pressure. And then any touch sort of draws the focus of those feelings to the point of contact/worsens it.

He’s mostly tuned it out just from how used to it he is, like most of his other oddities, but generally speaking it's why he tends to avoid prolonged contact with others!

He is very good at juggling though

[grave-st0ned]

i’ve been debating on it for a hot minute now so

[cc-kote]

These are my buddies Hevy and 99, I've been chilling with their family for the past 4 years and they come over almost every day for snacks and to scream. It's hard to see but 99 has a broken beak, so Hevy will help him eat the food I put out for them and it's the sweetest thing ever :')

But also they're assholes, today Hevy tried to shit on me because the snacks I gave him weren't good enough. Love him anyway tho❤️

[luckykiwiii101]

😭😭😭 I ENTERED THE VOID STATE AND IT'S LITERALLY CHANGED MY WHOLE VOCAL CORDS!!! Like, WHOA. 😱 You guys don't even understand. Before all of this, I was a mess. Lemme tell you the full tea.

So like, I used to cry at night, scrolling through Tumblr, seeing everyone else manifesting their dream lives while I was stuck in the same old cycle. 😩 You KNOW the feeling! I even DELETED my Tumblr at one point because I was SO sick of seeing everyone else actually living their dreams, but then I would redownload it like the next day because I couldn't resist!! And then...the whole studying-for-exams thing? LOL don't even get me started. Like, I'd be like "I'll just enter the void state before my exams and manifest straight A's or whatever" (spoiler alert: I didn't.) I'm never really failed any subjects. At least not badly😬

I was starting to get frustrated, right? So then, one day, I was like OKAY, FINE. TIME TO ACTUALLY DO SOMETHING. And that's when I started SATS (State Akin To Sleep). It sounded crazy at first, but honestly, I was down to try anything! (Even while coping with my MADD. Yes I'm one of them. No I'm never getting rid of it.) So I started visualizing my dream life, and LET ME TELL YOU, I GOT SO DETAILED. I was in Velaris with Rhysand (I'm an ACOTAR fan), feeling his WINGS!!! I was literally touching them and just imagining how amazing it would feel to be surrounded by magic and beauty. And I wasn't even thinking about entering the void or anything. I was just feeling the vibezzz. Like, I know that it felt real, and that's what mattered.

Fast forward to a month and 3 weeks of doing SATS (Yes, I skipped some days, but WHO CARES? 😤). And guess what happened? I woke up today, and BOOM! I was in the void! Like, I didn’t even need to know how it happened, it just DID. I just said "Anything i say comes true exactly the way I want it." I said it over and over and over. Until I decided it was enough. Then I thought of leaving, and I was back in my room. Thank goodness I didn't think of leaving when I first entered, because this was literally like a lifetime opportunity I couldn't screw it up.

I actually had to safeguard myself, by saying "I am not impulsive". And the urge to say nonsense just disappeared ✨ That was the first thing I said when I woke up. So I wouldn't say any crazy shit. And so I was sitting there, ready to just start manifesting everything I ever wanted. I even started writing my script. maybe that was just an adrenaline rush.

But here’s the thing...GUYS, NOW THAT I’M HERE....in my room with this "ability"...I’m actually kinda missing my old self. Not the sad, desperate me, but the me who was SUPER EXCITED about just wandering around Velaris at night and dreaming of all this happening. Like, I actually miss that excitement. Looking through Pinterest and seeing the interior of a mansion, and be like "I'll be there soon", seeing pics of tasty food on instagram and saying "I'll eat that soon" I know it sounds crazy, but when you finally get everything you thought you wanted, it’s like...IDK...a little too perfect? 😬

Like, I know this sounds wild— and weird, but it’s TRUE. It's true for me right now. I'm gonna be blunt. The success story is not as exciting when you’re like actually living it, you know? Or maybe it's just me. Like, I’m just over here typing this at 4 AM, feeling kinda melancholic. And kinda (scared). Yes, I wanna enjoy my desires, but... I don't know. I don't want to get too curious and stray from Velaris trying to find out the secret behind ALL of this. For goodness sake, this is crazy!!! My voice is a genie!. It's already bugging me now. I know, I KNOW, this is probably not what you expected from a success story, but I’m being REAL.

I’ve written like 3 pages of my script so far, and I’m just gonna finish it tomorrow. No rush. Because honestly? Rhysand’s not going anywhere. 😉

And YOU can do this too. I know some of you might feel like “Oh, it’s impossible, I keep failing!” but like, just take a second and realize YOU'RE ALREADY GETTING CLOSER THAN YOU THINK. I was stuck too, and look where I am now. Don't look at the part where— I'm kinda ungrateful. But the part where I'm finally gonna meet Rhysand. YOU’RE SO CLOSE. It’s all coming together, trust me! 💖✨

But yeah, it’s 4 AM, I’m gonna go back to bed now, lol. Don’t let the void stress you out, okay? Take it easy. You’ve got this. ✨✌🏼

Also, love you kiwiii💖💖💖💖

SUCCESS STORY

XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GIRL | XOXO | GOSSIP GRL

First of all, I’m so happy for you and proud of you. You really put your foot down and gave yourself what you wanted.

I can understand what you mean when you say the success story isn’t exciting when you’re actually living it. But when it’s right in-front of you, it doesn’t feel like this out of reach thing you’ve put on a pedestal anymore. It’s just yours. And it feels normal.

But for some people, I think a big part of that came from the dopamine rush people would feel when they’d tell themselves that they’ll have it one day. And when they have it in the 3D, they just feel peaceful with it because there’s nothing to “chase” anymore.

I agree with most of what you said apart from “you’re so close”. With the law of assumption there is no process. You ARE the void. Anyway enjoy having your desires. I’m really happy for you!!😭 Love you too beautiful ♥️

[krystella-shifts]

Okay y'all this might or might not be serious 💀 but it worked for me so ???

Krystella's Dramatic method™

DRAMA-MA-MA-MA with my girls in the back-

So this method.... Is pretty self explanatory ig. You gotta be dramatic and my dramatic self probably have been using this since forever but I just gave it a name and now I'm making a post 😃. This can be used for anything: manifesting, shifting, void, even lucid dreaming.

Tested and proven y'all 👏🏻 manifested a bunch of Pokémon cards with this 💀 and Lucid dreamt. I'm gonna use it for all these things too so goodluck to ya too <3

Slay Ning 😭👏🏻

Manifestation steps ✿˖˚ ༘𐙚

Decide what you want ofc

Be dramatic about it 👽 eg. "OMG I have my df what do I do?? I'm not ready for suddenly being the centre of attention duh 😩💅🏻"

If doubts or circumstances or whatever comes up.... 🥁 BE DRAMATIC AGAIN! "Ugh I can't believe this doubt is so blinded by my df beauty that it can't even see that i already manifested it smh 😔✨ but whoever does see it is blessed tho"

And if you have ANY QUESTIONS-, like literally think of it, any questions that you have....... Done? So the answer to that is be dramatic 😌

Shifting steps ✿˖˚ ༘𐙚

Decide a DR cuz my ahh keeps switching them but I'm telling you deciding one is good

Be dramatic about it 😃 while doing the method (or throughout the day idk do whatever you want) so during the method of your choice visualise your dr and be dramatic like idk cry that you finally shifted and then while you were crying you hear a knock on your door and you quickly wipe your tears and brace yourself for meeting your dr people and think of dramatic scenarios ig. so feel the emotions

And you've shifted!!!!! OMG congratulations and i need a storytime IDC if you have a blog or not. And in case you wake up back in your CR/OR (possibility: super rare cuz you a master shifter bish- biscuit) just be dramatic again like "OMG tch the 3d is so slow like why am I SO good at this? I'm so good that the 3d haven't even caught up yet. Smh" and persist 😌 you're already in your DR remember 4d is more real than the 3d

Void steps ✿˖˚ ༘𐙚

This is kinda same as shifting except when you're lying down to induce the state, tell yourself how good you are and how fast you get in the void it's insane "bruh i always wake up in the void state and wonder why's everything pitch black 🙄💀 like duh I'm a master at this. But yk sometimes everyone forgets, okay? it's not my fault i suddenly became conscious and saw nothing but blackness. But anyways now that I'm going again, i'mma decide what I wanna manifest today. Another day another SLAY"

And while doing whatever you do just talk to yourself like you're already in the void or distract yourself while also being dramatic like scenarios or just thinking and forgetting you're even entering cuz you already have.

Lucid dreaming steps ✿˖˚ ༘𐙚

"bruh i always end up lucid dreaming like stop i just wanna sleep! 😩 but fine I can't deny it's fun 🤭 i always lucid dream it's crazy. I can't believe people do all those WBTB, reality checks and what not methods and here I am just lucid dreaming every night as if it's second nature to meh 💅🏻✨"

Act like a lucid dreaming master you are. 👽✨ It's that simple y'all.

[always-just-red]

Super self-indulgent addition to the poly series for my birthday!!! (Works as a standalone fic!) If you see this today you have to reblog, as a gift to me! And this fandom 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ *gets struck by lightning for my hubris*

Breaking Point

L&DS Boys X Reader

(No Caleb yet! I'm not confident in writing him and I wanna make sure I do it right! He'll be joining this series later though, for sure for sure...)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 / ?

Summary: I can't spoil the plot because it's a surprise but just trust me, ok? Look into my eyes! Right here! 👁️👁️ You want to read this. You really do.

Genre: Fluff + humour

Warnings/Additional Tags: gn!reader, platonic-ish! poly, some flirting, swearing, all the guys come with health warnings in this because like I said, it's self-indulgent! (I'm giving me everything I want 😌)

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Disclaimer: Characters belong to Love and Deepspace. All work is my own, so please don't repost or plagiarise!

You only have one life, and it’s Sylus’s to take.

He’s stalled. Denied himself the pleasure of snuffing it out, like he was always supposed to. You thought it was sentiment: a fondness that saw him shoot you with nothing more deadly than a wink or a smile, not that those weren’t their own, trivial little murder attempts. Now, he wants something permanent. Something that’ll stick.

His gun is pressed into your back, but you can’t resent him for it. If your gun was at his back, you would have already pulled the trigger.

“It isn’t too late to stop this, Sylus,” you mutter quietly, because the sentiment is there— no matter how deep he’s buried it. You’ll show it to him, even with raw hands and dirt under your nails.

You try to turn but the gun presses harder, urging you forwards like every other time you’ve attempted to slow or reason with him. “All’s fair in love and war, sweetie,” he says with a smile in his voice, and you wonder which one it is: that slow, nostalgic one, or the one he saves for his enemies. All teeth. All sharp. “You understand, don’t you?”

This is all your fault.

The dark, narrow corridor you’re being paraded down is coming to an end. It opens up into a larger room with abstract furnishings: block-like pillars and walls, lined with spidery strips of neon lights. They glow a weak purple, some flickering eerily. It’s still dark, and there are shadows everywhere.

Sylus swings you under a faint spotlight in the centre of the space. “I know you’re there,” he announces to the darkness, one hand on your shoulder, possessive.

There’s no response from the void. Can he hear something? A baited breath, somewhere out in the shadows, or a heartbeat, tripping over itself on adrenaline? You can’t hear a thing; the silence is too thick. Perhaps he made a mistake. Perhaps—

“What do you want, Sylus?” a voice calls out from behind a pillar— Zayne. By the time you look over, he’s pressed himself back against cover, out of sight, out of range.

“Let’s talk about this, yeah?” Rafayel, from behind a low wall.

Sylus tugs you closer: wraps you in a heavy arm so his gun is in front of you, angled inwards at your heart. He’s always loved a dramatic irony, even if it’s private— just for the two of you. “A Deepspace Hunter for a Deepspace Hunter,” he bargains. “More than fair, wouldn’t you say?”                                                                      

“You don’t have to do this, Xavier!” you shout.

“Ah, ah,” Sylus tuts, his warm breath tickling your ear: “Don’t be a hero, sweetie.”

More silence follows, but you know your fate is being decided in the dark. Amethyst eyes are pleading with peridot. Fire is trying to thaw ice. You can imagine the artist gesturing wildly, mouthing arguments, and the doctor solemnly shaking his head— ever trying to solve an unsolvable problem.

None of it matters, because Xavier is already stepping into the light. Hands up in surrender, weapon stowed at his side. His face is a storm and the flickering neon betrays it like lightning. Look— it warns. Divine violence.

Sylus’s hand tenses, ever so slightly, on your shoulder. You look at Xavier. He looks back at you.

“I’m sorry it had to be like this,” he says softly, and you’re in the centre of the storm, where it’s safe and it’s quiet and nothing outside can reach you, let alone hurt you. It won’t last, but it exists. You’re glad it exists.

“It’s okay,” you speak on a whisper.

You know how this has to end. Sylus can’t see it. Rafayel and Zayne— both peeking their heads out of cover— can’t see it either, but you? Of course you do. It’s an instinct: Deepspace Hunter to Deepspace Hunter, like Sylus said. Two edges of the same sword.

When Xavier draws his gun at light speed and shoots you with it, you’re the only one not surprised.

“What?” Sylus gasps as red spills over you.

But Xavier doesn’t stop. An onslaught: he fires relentlessly, aim not letting up for a second. His gun flashes over and over again and the sound is harsh on your ears as he closes in, indifferent.

“Sorry, sweetie,” you hear Sylus murmur, and then you’re shoved forwards— limp and useless— into the arms of your attacker.

Xavier catches you, his gun finally falling silent. The air had gone thick for a moment. Time had slowed. Space had twisted. A few, glistening crow feathers waltz around you, and you glance down at your vest. The lights on it have stayed red.

That was your last, stupid life. The digital counter on your gun is stuck at: ‘000’.

“Thanks,” you say to Xavier anyway, because you wouldn’t have struck the floor quite so gracefully as the feathers.

He’s frowning— staring after Sylus— but your voice brings him back to you. He looks down with a devastatingly handsome smile. “You’re welcome.” Then it’s gone. “And I’m sorry, too.”

“Wha—?” is all you manage to get out before you’re flung into another pair of arms. Xavier is running away; you can hear him. You can see him, in the corner of your eye: a pale shadow, giving chase after Sylus. Slipping into the labyrinth of spaceship-like corridors.

“Cutie?” Rafayel’s calling, and it must be his arms around you, squeezing you.

You want to answer— you’re going to answer— but then he drops to his knees, the fall making your head spin. You feel sick. “Cutie?” he tries again, and oh, him shaking you really isn’t helping.

“Raf, please— please stop.”

He doesn’t. “Stay with me, okay?” he urges, the red lights on your gear reflecting in his desperate eyes. He looks up at an encroaching figure. “Zayne! Do something!”

The doctor strides towards you, casting a nonchalant gaze over your body. When he speaks, it’s a bleak prognosis: “Last life?”

“Yep! Sylus already got me once. And before that, Raf—”

“Shhhh shh shh,” the man cradling you hushes, “don’t speak, cutie. Save your strength.”

“Shot me. He was pretending to be a spy,” you finish.

“I wasn’t!”

You huff. “Really? So I was just imagining you posing every time you rounded a corner? The forward rolls, all the spinning around and stuff— that was all in my head?”

“Guess so,” he shrugs. “It’s not my fault you fantasise about me being some kinda action hero, you freak.”

Your face is dark. “Zayne?”

An electronic gunshot rings out, and the lights on Rafayel’s vest flash red. He gapes down at himself, then glowers at Zayne as they return to their normal, lives-to-spare blue. The doctor shrugs guiltlessly, a slight tug at the corner of his lips.

Footsteps approach and your allies react: Rafayel cradling you tighter (definitely not using you as a human shield) and Zayne levelling his gun at a pitch-black corridor. The weapon drops as Xavier stalks out of it, his pace brisk and his presence commanding. “Status?” he asks, checking his Hunter’s Watch pointlessly. It’s a force of habit. You do it, too.

“We’re one hunter down,” says Zayne, his tone equally pragmatic. “Sylus?”

“Could be anywhere.” Xavier toes a crow feather with what you can only describe as disgust.

Okay… Rafayel’s grip is getting a little much, now. You feebly tap at his hand, but he’s too busy glaring up at your team leader to notice. “How could you?” he mutters under his breath, deliberately loud.

Xavier spares him a glance. Then you, finally. “I did what I had to.”

“What you had to?” Rafayel’s voice is dangerous. “What you had to?”

Just as you’re thinking about how touching his loyalty is, he drops you the rest of the way to the floor. You lie there, stunned, staring up at the ceiling. The artist stands, then— yep! Steps over you completely. “You’ve gone too far this time, Xavier! You don’t get to choose who lives and who dies.”

He’s thrashing about in an uncaring ocean. Xavier’s eyes are calm. “Don’t I?”

You didn’t know challenges could be issued so softly. Rafayel stares in disbelief, then looks to Zayne for back-up: are you seeing this?

The doctor is quiet as he diagnoses the situation, trying to find the path of least resistance. There has to be a middle ground. A way to appease fire without burning his hands.

His hazel eyes fall on you, and you get the feeling you’re the answer. He comes to stand over you. Crouches down beside you, head low in respect as he takes your hand and squeezes it gently, like he’s savouring a warmth that’s ebbing away.

“Zayne…?” you breathe. You don’t quite know what’s happening.

He releases a breath too, for your voice is a memory and he’ll treasure it, always. His spare hand lifts to cup your cheek, and he meets your eyes with unequivocal devotion. It isn’t innocent. It’s dark.

“We will avenge you,” he vows.

…

It’s nice, being dead.

You can meander aimlessly. You can hum to yourself recklessly.

You don’t have to poke your head around each corner, giving signals that the coast is clear or unclear because Xavier decided— worryingly early in the game— that it was you who should always go first. Step into the open, maybe even a firing line. Sylus will hesitate, he’d insisted, his hands on your shoulders and his eyes boring into yours intensely. You’re his weakness. Exploit it.

You’d nodded, wide-eyed, unsure of what else to do with someone gripping you like that.

What would Xavier say now, you wonder, if he saw you— Sylus’s infamous weakness— watching the man with a tender smile? His scarlet gaze is distracted. He hasn’t noticed you yet. Well, he has, but he’s pretending he hasn’t. He’s busy: crouched behind a wall, peering over it cautiously.

You saunter over. “What’s the plan here, Mr Lone Wolf?”

“Quiet.”

“Mr One Man Army. Mr ‘I don’t need a team, sweetie, I could beat you all with my hands tied.’”

Sylus gifts you a sideways smirk. “Aren’t you supposed to be dead?”

“Come on, Sy—” you perch back on the wall he’s using for cover— “death can’t keep us apart. Y’know what that makes me?”  

“Insufferable.”

“Nope. A ghost,” you correct, and the man smiles more widely. It’s still nowhere near enough attention, so you wiggle your arms at him, adding an “ooooooooh!” for good measure.

“You don’t scare me, sweetie.”

Oh really? You study your nails. “You ever think about how if you’d died before you met me, Luke and Kieran would’ve had full creative control of your funeral?”

Sylus’s smile fades the more that image sinks in. “Fine,” he shrugs, “you scare me a little. Now—” he stands to his full height, giving your head a pat— “off to heaven with you, ghost.”

You’re interfering with his mission, you know.

He strides away purposefully, and you can tell he’s enjoying this. The unfair odds. The chance to show off. At last, some enrichment for the wanted criminal who holds your bags while you’re shopping. (Not that he doesn’t enjoy that, too.)

He’s checking over his gun with a customary glance, and the way he moves is addictive; what he’s wearing doesn’t help. A black compression shirt stresses each muscle of his arms and back— the fabric fighting for its life. If you could buy it a drink for its service, you would. You’d buy it ten.

“Yeah…” you exhale, head sideways, gaze low. “I don’t think heaven’s quite where I’m headed.”

Sylus stops.

He turns with a follow-up question, but it never needs to be asked. You’re still shamelessly staring— explaining yourself with faraway eyes and a bottom lip that’s trapped by your teeth. It’s deliberate, of course. Just like you know that shirt was deliberate.

The man’s head tilts in warning. “Careful, sweetie.”

Were his tone a blade he could pin to your throat, he’d know just the right pressure to make your heart stutter. Not too much. Not too little. But he needs to push harder, these days; you’re awfully comfortable at the edge of that knife, and there’s sin in the way you watch him, like you don’t care if you’ll bleed for it.

It pulls him back to you, tantalisingly slowly. A finger lifts your chin, forcing your gaze back to his eyes. “I said, careful,” he repeats, making every word drag.

That gaze sinks low again. An act of defiance; it doesn’t quite reach his body. It stops at his lips.

He leans in closer.

There’s a sound somewhere down the corridor, and a gunshot rings out. Sylus’s arms are around you— a swirl of his Evol stealing you both from reality. You rejoin the world a loud heartbeat later, in a different room, far away from the last. Crow feathers tumble. The scarlet mist dissipates.

Sylus’s vest is flashing red, and he looks at you, betrayed, as it turns back to cobalt.

That’s two lives down, one to go; you’d stolen the first when he’d taken you hostage. “All’s fair in love and war, Sylus,” you smile, untangling yourself from his grasp. “You understand, don’t you?”

You go to leave, but his hand is on your wrist. He pulls you back, and it would be much more threatening if he wasn’t chuckling so fondly. “My team next time?” he asks, kissing the very top of your head.

You sidle away, his hand forced to surrender you. “Maybe,” you grin at him over your shoulder. “I’m in pretty high demand.”

…

“Raf, Raf, Raf!” you chirp, skipping over to the lilac-haired artist.

“Cutie, cutie, cutie!” he chirps back. “Afterlife’s fun, huh?”

“Even more fun now you’re here.” He’s sat on a fallen pillar, arms by his side, legs stretched out. His face is lit by the glow of his vest: a faint but vivid red. Like an ember. “My condolences, fishie.”

He snorts. “Thanks.”

“Gonna tell me what happened?”

Rafayel rolls his head back— a listless sort of stretch. “Xavier shot me. Said I’m a ‘liability’,” he shrugs.  “That I ‘compromised the integrity of the mission.’”

That was a lot of air quotes. “Pretending to be a spy again?” you hazard.

“Nah.”

Ooh! “A gunslinger!”

He’s still staring at the ceiling, but he sighs dreamily, eyes closing. “You know me so well.”

You take a seat next to him, trying not to giggle at the thought of him strutting about in front of Xavier, tipping an invisible hat while the Hunter slowly raised his gun. Gods, how brutal; you hope it was quick. A tiny laugh breaches your lips, and Rafayel opens an eye in suspicion.

You smile innocently. The eye closes again, satisfied. “You’d make a hot cowboy. Or spy.”

“I know,” he breathes out. That was never up for debate. “Which is hotter, though?”

Hmm… You scooch away from him, making a viewfinder with your fingers so you can squint at him through it. His eyes flicker open and he catches on, flashing a smile as he shoots you with a finger gun. “Spy,” you conclude.

“Noted.” His chuckle is warm and wistful.

“So… got any good intel for me, super spy?”

He hums like he has to think about it. “Xavier’s got some big plan to beat Sylus. Wouldn’t tell me what it was, on account of the whole ‘liability’ thing? But yeah, it’s big.”

“How big can it be? It’s laser tag.”

“I think I can shed some light on that matter.”  

It’s a third voice, and the intrusion makes you jump. Rafayel, too, but he’d never admit it. You both glance outwards, to where Zayne is wandering over to you. His walk is relaxed. His gear is red.  

“That line would’ve been way cooler from Xavier,” Rafayel whispers.

“So cool!” you whisper back. Zayne can clearly hear every word, so you’re quick to deflect with a: “Hey, Zayne! What happened to you?”

You know what happened— there’s an obvious, kinda horrifying pattern emerging— but you still need to hear it. Zayne shifts on his feet, looking down at the ground as he finds the right words. “I… was a liability,” he says at last.

“Oh, nice!” Rafayel’s hand shoots out. “Join the club!”

Zayne stares at it blankly, but gives in eventually. His hand meets the artist’s in the least inspiring high-five you’ve ever seen.

“How were you a liability?” you chase up, because it’s harder to picture your stoic doctor prancing around like a secret agent.

Zayne rests his gun back on his shoulder. “I was trying to be a voice of reason.”

There’s a low, sympathetic whistle from Rafayel. “That’ll do it! There’s no reasoning with those levels of crazy.” He looks at you. Interrupts before you can leap to your partner’s defence: “Like, how invested are you in Sylus?”

What the hell’s that supposed to mean? “… A lot?”

Rafayel winces, drawing air through gritted teeth. “Yikes.”

He’s messing with you. He’s messing with you, right? You look up at Zayne— calm, cool, collected Zayne— your anchor in all this insanity. He meets your gaze, and you wait for that smile of reassurance: the one he always manages, even when you’re bleeding out before him, courtesy of a Wanderer you underestimated. Everything will be fine.

He shakes his head discreetly.  

Everything won’t be fine? Oh.

…

“Sylus!”

You sprint down a corridor, your teammates hot at your heels and your breath ragged from running. This place really is a maze, and it’s not like Sylus wants to be found. No— your red-eyed damsel-in-imminent-distress is still marching around out there, oblivious. Avoiding you? Probably.

That’s when you see it. You skid to a stop, Rafayel almost crashing into you.

Perched on a nearby ledge, Mephisto is watching you, head cocked. His mechanical eyes narrow, and there’s no usual caw of greeting. You’re witnessing a professional at work. A crow on a mission, just like his master. You wander over, looking up at him. Then you snatch him down from his pedestal.  

“Listen to me, Mephie,” you conspire as he squawks and wriggles. “Get Sylus, okay? It’s urgent. We have to speak to him.”

You set the bird free, launching him up into the air so he can take forth your message, but he nosedives to the ground, landing in a sorry-looking heap, instead. The little pile of feathers moves. Seems to find its feet, then… keels over sideways with a final squawk. Huh.

“You killed it,” Rafayel observes from behind you.

“I did not!” You crouch down, giving the frozen crow a poke. “C’mon, stop being dramatic! Get up.”

No reaction. Rafayel sings eerily: “Deaaad…”

You scoop Mephisto into your hands and he melts into them. A wing hangs down, and his head hangs backwards, too. You give him a shake. Nothing happens. Standing up, you turn, “Zay—?”

“I’m not a mechanic.” The doctor’s arms are folded.

But you’re looking at him, hope in your eyes and a faint— absolutely not fake— wobble to your lips, so he takes the crow reluctantly. He lifts the fallen wing. Examines the sharp black feathers and plates of metal. “Is there an off switch you might have pressed?” he ponders aloud. “Or…?”

“It’s at the back of his neck,” a voice that isn’t yours answers.

You’re suddenly clutching feathers; Zayne has shoved Mephisto back into your hands. “I don’t—” you try to resist— “no, don’t give him to—!” You try to hand him back, but Zayne is stepping away.

There’s a presence, looming. “Hey, Sy!” You spin around with a smile.

The man you’ve been searching for stares at you, an eyebrow raised. “Killed Mephisto, did you?”

“Uhhhh, no? It was Rafayel.”

A squeak from behind you: “What!?”

Mercifully, Mephisto springs to life— fluttering away so he can perch on Sylus’s shoulder. He coos, leaning in to nuzzle the finger that lifts to stroke at his beak. Then he caws at you, over and over, like a manic sort of laughter. That stupid bird’s been spending too much time with the twins.

Sylus looks between the three of you, his eyes falling on each red vest in turn. He smiles languidly. “Been playing spy again, little artist?”

“Nope.”

“Cowboy,” the older man guesses again.

Rafayel is silent, his arms crossing defensively. Sylus chuckles, and just as you’re about to scold him, he holsters his weapon with… flair? And tips an invisible hat in the artist’s direction. Rafayel smiles. “How might I be of service?” Sylus asks you, still roleplaying.

Adorable. Focus! “We came to warn you, Sy. Xavier’s—”

“Totally lost it,” Rafayel cuts in. You glare at him and his eyes protest: What!? It’s true!

“We should stick together,” Zayne says. “At least until we can figure out what he’s—”

The lights around you go dead.

No more spotlights, no more stripes of neon; you’re submerged into darkness. The only remaining glow is your vests— three red, one blue— all ominously still. Afraid to move. As your eyes adjust, you can just about make out the others’ faces. Rafayel and Sylus are glancing around, wary, but Zayne’s uneasiness is different.

“Phase one,” he mutters gravely.

You don’t like that. “What’s phase two?”

Please know. Please know. He looks at you. Gives another one of those little head shakes.

At the far end of the corridor, a spotlight flickers to life. You all watch, caught in a spell of suspense as it illuminates nothing— an empty space where you half expect some spectre to be. It goes dark a second later. Then the next spotlight lights up, closer. It goes out. The next one lights. Goes out. Lights.

Light. Dark. Light. Dark.

“What the fuck?” Rafayel murmurs, standing closer than before. His hand finds yours, and you’re actually grateful. You hold it, tight.

“Stay behind us,” Zayne directs at Sylus.

A much, much closer spotlight turns on.

Xavier stands beneath it, deathly still. Every bit the spectre you’d imagined: you can’t quite tell if he’s of heaven or hell. He might have walked out of either. He might drag you to either. It’s that look again: the one he wore before he killed you. Inevitability. It lives in his gaze. There’s no running from it. No pleading with or changing it.

“Enough,” Sylus growls, pushing past you, raising his gun. He pulls the trigger, and the sound of the shot rings out. Nothing comes of it, though. The weapon doesn’t flash. Xavier’s vest doesn’t flash.

The Hunter tilts his head— another challenge, soft as sleep.

Sylus presses the trigger a second time, then a third, a fourth, a fifth. Though his weapon looks like a gun— pierces the silence like a gun— it isn’t one, is it? It’s a vessel. For infrared light.

Now you think of it, this game was rigged from the start. It must dawn on Sylus, because he stops. He tears the gun from its cord and lets it skitter across the floor, no more useless there than it was in his hands. Energy crackles around his fingers, thick like sticky, red blood.

“Sylus,” Zayne warns, but there are tentative snowflakes at his fingertips, too.

Xavier steps closer, mirroring Sylus— throwing his gun aside with a crash. A delicate twist of his hands and a blade is unsheathed from the darkness. Pure light, holy and sharp. He spins the sword with a practiced elegance and it’s admittedly mesmerising. You can’t not watch.

Rafayel wriggles his fingers free of yours, then steps in front of you. You’d never tell him, but his hand had started to burn.

You hadn’t missed this— this tension. So full of tempered things, meant to hurt.

White light floods everything, everywhere, and you have to shield your face with your hands. The others are doing the same, groaning, hissing curses; even Xavier is wincing as he stares at the ceiling.

This isn’t his doing. Isn’t his light.

…

“Who needs that place?” Rafayel grumbles, plucking a fry up from Xavier’s plate and poking it past his lips so he can chew on it with his thoughts. “I mean, I’ve got a private island!”

“And I’ve got guns,” Sylus smiles.

You look up. “Laser tag guns?”

He blinks at you. Nods agreeably: “Sure, sweetie.”

“I’m sure we can buy some.” Zayne is stirring a chocolate milkshake, and he stoops to take a sip.

The four of you are huddled around a table outside a fast-food place, conveniently next door to the laser tag place you’ve just been kicked out of. There’s a board in there, now graced with colourful mugshots of you all, and not everyone looks miserable in them. Sylus is smirking in his, an old hand at notoriety. Rafayel is winking, making finger hearts.

Xavier is still inside, arguing your case with the manager— appealing the whole ‘lifetime bans’ thing— and his food is getting cold. You slap away Rafayel’s hand as it goes in for another fry.

“You’ve got your own, Raf!”

“So?” His hand is quicker this time, dodging yours and whisking three fries away from their friends before you can stop him. “They taste better stolen. Everyone knows that.”

Sylus hums in accordance as he steals a fry for himself. Vultures.

They all nibble away at their food— sometimes Xavier’s food— and you know you’re all thinking about the same thing. That corridor, those flickering spotlights, and the Hunter commanding them. You’ve not really talked about it, yet.

“Y’know,” you muse, “I’ve never seen Xavier like that before. Don’t you think it was kinda…?”

Rafayel bonks your head with a rolled-up menu. “Stop.”

Zayne snatches it from him gently. Flattens it out again and sets it neatly down on the table. “He is right though,” he sighs. “Stop.”

You giggle. “Hear me out, though—”

“Ah! There you are!”

Two figures approach your table, and the voice is very familiar. Twenty minutes ago, it was yelling at you.

It’s the manager of the laser tag place, and he stands before you, hands on his hips and a smile on his wizened face. “I’m glad I found you,” he continues, “your friend and I have just been talking. He explained everything. Who’d have thought, huh? An invisible Wanderer, messing with the lights like that! Destroying my equipment! Anyway, it was so kind of you to get rid of it.”

He pats Xavier’s shoulder, praises: “What a nice young man!”

“It was our pleasure, sir.” Xavier tips his head in respect as Sylus sniggers.

The manager’s too enamoured to notice. “Anyway,” he turns to the rest of you, “I’m sorry for the misunderstanding. It goes without saying that you are welcome back, anytime! My treat, of course!”

You all glance between each-other as Xavier thanks the man for his kindness, then waves him goodbye with a genuine warmth. The manager trundles away, leaving your little banquet in peace.

Xavier smiles so fondly, his gaze an azure sky. There’s not a cloud in it, just a bright, radiant sun.

Your budding support group is speechless.

“So,” Xavier beams at you all, “who wants to go again?”

[devdozes]

Whats the worse that could happen? :3

two best friends,, stuck in a creepy train :0 (i need to make these two sillies playing mimic too istg I love mimic rblx)

The train doors shut behind you and Phainon with an ominous clunk.

“Okay, cool. Super normal,” you muttered, shifting your weight from foot to foot. The empty train car stretched out ahead, eerily quiet. Not a single other passenger. Just you, Phainon, and the dim, flickering lights overhead.

Phainon exhaled sharply, rubbing his arms. “Right. No big deal. We’re just stuck in a suspiciously abandoned train in the middle of nowhere.” He turned to you with a forced grin. “Totally not a horror movie setup.”

“Not at all,” you agreed, glancing at the dark windows. The city lights should’ve been visible. Instead, there was nothing but pitch-black void.

The train lurched forward suddenly, making both of you stumble. Phainon yelped and grabbed your arm. “WHY did it move? WHO’S driving this thing?!”

You didn’t have an answer. The doors didn’t budge when you tried them, and there was no sound of an engine. Just the unsettling hum of flickering electricity. Your heart pounded as you looked down the train car again.

A shadow moved.

“Okay, that was definitely something,” you whispered, gripping Phainon’s sleeve.

He inhaled sharply. “Nope. Nope. I am NOT built for ghost encounters.”

The shadowy figure stood at the far end of the car, featureless, its presence unnatural. The lights flickered violently as it inched forward.

“Plan?” Phainon whispered.

“Uh… I don’t know. Be brave?”

Phainon gripped your hand. “We are cowards at heart. Don’t lie to me.”

The shadow jerked forward suddenly, and you both screamed, running to the opposite end of the train. The doors were still locked. You banged on them while Phainon frantically pressed random buttons.

“HELLO, CONDUCTOR? CUSTOMER SERVICE? EXORCIST?? ANYONE?!” Phainon shouted.

The shadow was closer now, towering, its darkness spreading like ink. The lights flickered wildly, casting strange, warped shapes along the walls.

“I SWEAR IF THIS IS SOME PARANORMAL ACTIVITY PRANK, I’M SUING!” you screeched.

Then, the lights went out.

Silence.

You clung to Phainon, barely able to breathe. He clung back just as tightly.

“…If we die, I just want you to know, I—”

The lights flickered back on.

The shadow was gone.

“…was the one who ate your last pizza slice,” Phainon finished shakily.

You blinked. “Phainon.”

“What?”

“We just almost DIED and that’s what you were gonna confess?!”

He shrugged weakly. “If I was gonna go out, I wanted to leave this world honest.”

The train remained silent, unmoving. The horror of moments ago left an eerie, uncertain calm in its wake. You and Phainon exchanged nervous glances.

“…We’re still stuck, aren’t we?” you muttered.

“Yup.”

“…And the creepy shadow thing could come back at any time?”

“Oh, absolutely.”

You sighed. “Great. Love that for us.”

“…So should we, uh, play I Spy to distract ourselves or—”

A distant thud echoed through the train.

Phainon clung to you instantly. “I SPY WITH MY LITTLE EYE—TERROR.”

You groaned. “We’re so doomed.” "Better than doomed yuri" "SINCE WHEN DO YOU READ DOOMED YURI OR YAOI?"

Your stupid bickering with Phainon was interrupted by another sound,—footsteps.

Not just one set. Multiple. Slow, dragging steps echoing through the empty train car.

Phainon’s grip on you tightened. “NOPE. NOPE. THAT’S A HARD NO FROM ME.”

You swallowed hard, barely able to turn your head toward the source. The flickering lights made the figures ahead shift and blur, as if they weren’t fully solid. More shadows. More of them.

The intercom crackled suddenly, making you jump. A distorted voice, garbled and almost robotic, whispered:

“Next stop… nowhere.”

The lights flickered out again, and this time, they didn’t come back on.

“…I take back everything. I DO want an exorcist,” Phainon whispered.

You grabbed his hand tighter. “Screw that, I want a miracle.”

A sharp, ear-piercing ding rang through the train, followed by the sensation of the car tilting slightly—like something, some things, had climbed aboard.

Shuffling noises. Ragged breathing. A whisper so close to your ear that you swore something was right behind you.

“Run,” Phainon breathed.

Without hesitation, you both bolted into the next car, barely making it through before the door slammed shut behind you. You panted, pressing your back against the cold metal wall.

“Okay. So, options?” Phainon huffed.

“Uh… keep running and scream louder?”

“Solid plan, ten out of ten.”

The lights flickered in the new car, revealing long, claw-like marks on the seats, deep scratches in the walls. It smelled like rust, like something metallic and old.

“…We are not alone,” Phainon whispered, barely audible.

You turned, your stomach sinking.

At the far end of the car, there was something slumped over in a seat.

A passenger.

Or at least, it used to be.

It moved. Twitching. Its head jerked slightly, as though noticing you for the first time.

The flickering lights gave you only glimpses—empty eyes, skin too tight over its skull, a smile far too wide to be human.

Phainon whimpered. “Nope. Nope. NOPE.”

The thing stood up.

It took one slow step toward you, then another. The car groaned under its weight, the very air thickening with something wrong.

Your pulse hammered as you grabbed Phainon’s hand. “We are going to run now.”

“Yes. Yes, we are.”

You both bolted again, pushing through another door, then another. The train stretched impossibly long, the windows still showing nothing but void.

The sound of footsteps behind you grew louder.

Then—

The train intercom crackled again, but this time, the voice was different.

Clearer.

“Keep going. Don’t look back.”

Your breath hitched. The voice was unfamiliar, but something in it felt… human.

You and Phainon exchanged looks, silent understanding passing between you.

Whoever—or whatever—was speaking, you had no choice but to listen.

You kept running, even as the shadows twisted behind you. Even as the train seemed to stretch on forever. Even as your lungs burned.

Because the alternative was stopping.

And stopping meant death.

The train rumbled beneath your feet, shifting slightly. Your grip on Phainon tightened as you forced yourself to keep running. The air around you felt suffocating—thick, heavy, like something unseen was pressing down on your shoulders.

Then—

The lights cut out completely.

The train jerked forward.

And a hand landed on your shoulder.

You didn't think—you reacted.

With sheer, primal instinct, you whirled around and threw a punch behind you, aiming right where the hand had been. Your fist connected with something solid. A choked yelp echoed through the darkness, followed by a dramatic thud as something—or someone—hit the floor.

The lights flickered back on.

Phainon lay sprawled on the ground, clutching his stomach, his expression caught between pain and absolute betrayal.

"WHY," he gasped, "DO YOU HAVE THE REACTION TIME OF A SEASONED BOXER?!"

Your breath hitched as realization dawned. "Oh my god, Phainon!"

You immediately crouched down, gripping his shoulders. He looked up at you with watery, exaggeratedly hurt eyes. "You punched me."

"In my defense, I thought you were a demonic entity trying to consume my soul!"

Phainon whined dramatically, curling in on himself. "That doesn't make me feel better!"

You groaned. "Okay, okay, my bad. Are you—"

The intercom crackled again.

“Next stop… nowhere.”

Both of you froze.

Slowly, your heads turned in sync toward the front of the train.

The door at the end of the car—locked just moments ago—was now slightly ajar. Beyond it, the next car was bathed in dim, flickering red emergency lights. Shadows stretched unnaturally long, as if something other was lurking just beyond your sight.

Phainon gripped your wrist. “I don’t want to go in there.”

“Me neither.”

“Let’s go in there.”

You both inched forward, step by hesitant step, despite every single fiber of common sense screaming at you to turn the hell around and wait for rescue.

As you crossed into the next car, the air grew colder. A strange static filled your ears, like a radio barely tuned to a station. The seats here were in even worse condition—ripped fabric, deep claw marks, and something wet staining the floor.

Then, the worst part—

A single, withered passenger sat slumped in one of the seats.

At first, you thought it was a corpse.

But then—its head snapped toward you.

Phainon made a noise so high-pitched it could’ve shattered glass.

You grabbed his arm, yanking him forward as the figure lurched to its feet, joints cracking grotesquely. Its limbs moved stiffly, like a marionette being pulled by invisible strings.

And then it grinned.

Far too wide.

Far too wrong.

The lights flickered.

When they came back on, it was closer.

“RUN,” you screamed.

Phainon didn’t need to be told twice. You both sprinted, crashing through the next door, then the next. The train felt endless, an infinite loop of terror.

Then—

A different voice crackled through the intercom.

Familiar.

Warm.

Phainon’s voice.

“Hey there, gorgeous. You still with me?”

Your heart skipped. The voice was clear, not distorted. Not like the others. You turned to Phainon beside you.

His eyes widened. “I—I didn’t say that.”

The intercom chuckled.

Then, your own voice echoed through the speakers:

“You really think you can get out of here?.”

You froze.

Phainon froze.

Slowly, ever so slowly, the two of you turned to stare at the nearest speaker.

The train was playing back your voices.

And then, in a low, distorted version of Phainon’s voice—

“…Do you really think you can escape?”

The lights exploded.

Darkness swallowed everything.

And then—

The creature smiled at you

The withered creature took one slow step toward you, then another. The car groaned under its weight, the very air thickening with something wrong.

Your pulse hammered as you grabbed Phainon’s hand. “We are going to run now.”

“Yes. Yes, we are.”

You both bolted again, but this time, you started grabbing anything you could—loose metal poles, discarded newspapers, even an abandoned shoe—and hurled them behind you.

The creature let out a guttural growl as something smacked it in the face. "STOP THROWING THINGS AT ME AND LET ME FUCKING DEVOUR YOU!"

“NO THANK YOU!” Phainon shouted, chucking a seat cushion at it.

“TRY A DIFFERENT DIET!” you added, launching an entire fire extinguisher.

The thing hissed in frustration, dodging objects as you and Phainon kept running, making it increasingly difficult for it to catch up. You had no idea where the train would take you, but one thing was certain—you weren’t going down without a fight.

You were already scrambling toward the other end of the train, looking for anything else to weaponize. You picked up a discarded shoe and yeeted it at the spirit. "YEAH, TRY A DIFFERENT TRAIN, BITCH! THIS ONE’S OCCUPIED!"

The spirit flickered wildly, hands clawing at the air in frustration. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HARD IT IS TO HAUNT THIS TRAIN? I SPEND HOURS BUILDING UP ATMOSPHERE, AND YOU TWO ARE JUST THROWING CRAP AT ME LIKE I’M A STRAY CAT!"

Phainon was hunched over, gasping between laughs and adrenaline, while You simply wiped away tears of panic-laughter. "WELL MAYBE IF YOU HAUNTED WITH BETTER CUSTOMER SERVICE, WE’D CONSIDER GETTING DEVOURED!"

The spirit shrieked, full-body glitching, before taking a deep, dramatic breath. "Okay. You know what? Fine. I’ll give you a five-second head start. Then I’m chasing you, and when I catch you, you’re SCREWED."

Phainon grabbed Your wrist. "WE GOTTA GO."

The lights flickered violently as the spirit began counting down. "Five... four..."

"SCATTER!" You yelled, diving behind a row of seats as Phainon nearly tripped over his own feet, sprinting toward the opposite end of the car.

The spirit cackled. "TWO... ONE! READY OR NOT—"

And then, with a horrible jolt, the train LURCHED forward, throwing all three of them off balance. The spirit let out a confused, "WHAT THE FUC—?!" as it tumbled forward, smacking into the wall. You and Phainon crashed into opposite seats, groaning.

"Did… did the train just MOVE?" Phainon wheezed, gripping his stomach.

You were well terrified, still upside-down in a seat, nodded. "Oh yeah. We’re so screwed."

The spirit groaned from the floor, twitching. "You IDIOTS threw so much at me that I ACCIDENTALLY POSSESSED THE TRAIN INSTEAD."

A heavy silence fell over them.

"...Can we throw more stuff at you to reverse it?" You asked, deadpan.

The spirit let out a soul-piercing screech.

The train sped up.

The train screeched as it sped up, the lights flickering erratically. The air turned thick, suffocating, as if the train itself was breathing—alive and watching. The metal walls groaned, stretching unnaturally, and the floor beneath your feet shuddered as if something massive was crawling underneath.

Phainon swallowed hard, pressing himself against a seat. "This isn’t funny anymore."

Your fingers curled into fists, trying to steady your breathing. "It was never funny."

The spirit, now a swirling mass of darkness, twisted unnaturally in the center of the train car. Its form convulsed, faces stretching and melting within the shadows—expressions of agony, rage, hunger. "You… cannot escape," it whispered, voice layered with a chorus of the damned. "You are within me now."

The windows showed nothing but void—pitch black, a consuming abyss outside the speeding train. The outside world was gone. The train was no longer just a train; it was something else entirely. Something wrong.

Phainon turned to you, voice low and tense. "We need to do something before this thing turns us into whatever the hell those other faces are."

The overhead lights suddenly went out. The darkness swallowed you whole.

A sharp, wet sound echoed in the void—something dragging, something breathing too close.

Then a whisper, directly in your ear. "I see you."

You lunged forward on instinct, desperate to move, but something yanked your ankle—cold, bony fingers wrapping tight, pulling you into the dark. You gasped, thrashing. "Phainon—!"

A blinding spark of light suddenly erupted—Phainon, wielding a phone flashlight with shaking hands. The dim glow cut through the abyss, revealing the grotesque, stretching limbs of the spirit reaching for you. Its eyes—hundreds of them—glowed an eerie white as it recoiled from the light, hissing violently.

"Get off of them!" Phainon kicked at the skeletal fingers, and they retracted with an inhuman screech, leaving you gasping as you scrambled away.

The train screeched, the walls pulsating as if enraged. The windows cracked. The air turned ice cold.

And then the whisper came again.

"The lights won’t last forever."

Then… the flashlight flickered. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

The dim glow of Phainon’s flashlight sputtered, barely keeping the darkness at bay. The spirit loomed, its skeletal fingers twitching, inches away from your leg as it hissed in frustration. You sucked in a breath, adrenaline surging through you.

And then, without thinking, you swung your foot forward—hard. Your boot connected with the bony fingers, sending a sharp crack through the air. The spirit recoiled, screeching in rage.

Phainon’s eyes widened. “You just—”

But you weren’t done.

In a last-ditch effort, you lurched forward and bit down—hard—on the spirit’s skeletal hand.

A horrible, distorted scream echoed through the train car.

“WHY THE FUCK DID YOU BITE ME?!” the spirit shrieked, jerking back like it had been personally offended. It cradled its mangled fingers, wisps of darkness curling from the wound.

You spit to the side, gagging. “You taste like burnt dust and disappointment.”

Phainon wheezed, half laughing, half horrified. “Holy shit, are you insane?”

The spirit, still clutching its fingers, hissed furiously. "You—stupid—insignificant—mortals—!"

The train shuddered violently, sending both you and Phainon stumbling against the seats. The windows cracked further, hairline fractures stretching like spiderwebs. The overhead lights flickered madly, casting the spirit’s shifting form in unsettling bursts of clarity. It was writhing, its shadowy body stretching and convulsing as if struggling to keep its shape.

You wiped your mouth, glaring. “Listen, I don’t care what kind of cursed, horror-movie-ass entity you are, but I am NOT getting dragged into the void today.”

Phainon grabbed your wrist. “And we’re running again. Now.”

The moment he pulled you, the spirit let out an unholy screech and lunged. The doors at the far end of the train slammed shut, trapping you in. Its many glowing eyes fixed on you both, the rage palpable.

“NOWHERE TO RUN.”

And then—the last light flickered out, plunging everything into black.

For a moment, there was only silence.

And then—

The train jolted violently, sending both of you crashing into the seats. A deafening metallic groan tore through the air, and then… stillness.

The train had stopped moving.

You gasped, your heart hammering. "Did we just—?"

Phainon didn’t wait for an answer. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you up. "No way in hell we’re waiting to find out."

The air was eerily silent, no longer filled with the spirit’s screeches or the train’s unnatural groans. The flickering light from the emergency signs barely illuminated the space, but through the cracked windows, something new came into view—a platform.

A station.

You both turned to the doors, staring in disbelief. "We actually stopped somewhere," you muttered. "We can get out."

Phainon hesitated for only a second before grabbing the nearest object—a fire extinguisher mounted on the wall. He ripped it free with surprising force and, without a second thought, hurled it at the train door’s glass.

CRASH.

The glass shattered. The station outside was bathed in dim, flickering fluorescent lights. The eerie silence of an abandoned place stretched beyond the open doors.

"Go, go, go!" Phainon pushed you forward, practically shoving you through the broken door.

The moment your feet hit the platform, you took a sharp breath. It was cold. Too cold for an enclosed station. The air smelled stagnant, as if no one had stepped foot here for years.

Phainon landed beside you, panting. "Alright, we’re out. Now what?"

A sudden, slow creak echoed from the train behind you.

Both of you turned just in time to see the spirit still inside—its twisted, shadowy form shifting, barely held back by the threshold of the broken door. Its many eyes narrowed at you, seething with frustration.

"You cannot leave," it whispered.

And then—

The train doors SLAMMED shut.

The entire train shuddered once before its lights flickered off completely, its massive form now nothing but a black void on the tracks. Then, without warning, it started moving again—pulling itself into the darkness of the tunnel ahead, disappearing completely.

Silence.

The station remained still, untouched. It was as if the train had never been there at all.

You turned to Phainon, your breathing still unsteady. "Did that just—"

Phainon nodded slowly. "Yeah. Yeah, it did."

Both of you stood there, staring at the empty tracks.

You glanced around, breath catching in your throat.

The advertisements. The tiled floor. The station name displayed on the screens—

This was your home station.

Phainon caught on at the same time. He stumbled to a stop beside you, panting. “Wait. This is—”

“The place where we got on the train,” you murmured in disbelief.

Your heads snapped back toward the tracks.

The train was still there.

And through the shattered doorway, the spirit stood frozen, watching you. Its hollow gaze burned with something unreadable—rage? Amusement? A curse unspoken?

Then—without a sound—the train doors sealed shut. The station lights flickered wildly. The overhead speakers crackled with distorted static.

And before your very eyes—

The train faded away.

Vanishing into nothing.

Silence fell over the station.

Neither of you moved.

You slowly turned to Phainon. “…I don’t even know how to process that.”

He sucked in a deep breath, hands on his knees. “Same. I’m gonna need, like, a week to recover from whatever the hell just happened.”

“…Let’s just go home.”

“Best idea you’ve ever had.”

And with that, you both stumbled toward the station exit, still shaking, still processing, but alive.

The night air was cool against your skin as you and Phainon walked through the quiet streets, the weight of everything that had just happened still pressing on your chests. The eerie train ride, the spirit, the frantic escape—every detail still lingered in your mind like a bad dream that hadn't fully faded yet. But the familiar sights of your neighborhood grounded you, reminding you that you were really back. That you were safe.

Phainon was unusually quiet beside you, shoving his hands into his pockets, his head tilted downward. He was still catching his breath, still processing.

Then, under the glow of a streetlamp, you finally got a good look at him.

His lip—

Bruised. Swollen. Slightly split.

And it hit you why.

You had punched him.

You had done that.

Your eyes widened. Without even thinking, you grabbed his face, cupping it in your hands.

Phainon blinked. “H-Hey—?”

You tilted his face side to side, inspecting the damage with a deep frown. His skin was slightly flushed from the adrenaline, his eyes wide with surprise at your sudden closeness.

“…Shit,” you muttered, thumb hovering near his chin. “I actually decked you, huh?”

Phainon let out a choked laugh, his voice slightly strained. “Y-Yeah. You’ve got a mean right hook.”

You winced, guilt creeping in. “Sorry, I thought you were, y’know, a ghost about to kill me.”

“Nah, understandable. But damn, you fight like you meant that punch.”

Your lips twitched, but you still frowned, tilting his face a bit more. His bottom lip looked painful, and you could already see the bruise forming.

“…You need ice,” you mumbled, still holding his face.

“I need therapy,” Phainon deadpanned.

That made you snort. “Yeah, that too.”

Phainon gave you a lopsided grin despite the pain, but there was something in his eyes—something flickering and soft.

Neither of you moved.

You were still cupping his face. Still close.

The weight of the night still lingered between you, the echoes of terror and chaos slowly settling into something else. Something quieter. Something warmer.

You felt your heartbeat pick up.

“…I should probably let you go,” you muttered.

Phainon’s lips parted slightly, eyes still locked onto yours.

“…Yeah,” he said softly.

Neither of you moved. And then— Phainon swallowed hard, his voice dropping.

"You know…" he started, eyes locked on yours, serious for once. "I genuinely thought we were going to die there."

Your breath hitched.

He let out a shaky exhale, a small, nervous laugh escaping him. Then, barely above a whisper—

"And I thought I was gonna die without telling you how much I liked you."

The words hit you like a train of their own.

Your fingers tightened on his face. Phainon barely had time to react before you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his bruised lip.

It was soft. Barely there. But the second you pulled away, his entire face exploded into a bright red, his eyes wide, lips parted in sheer disbelief. "You—" His voice cracked. "You just—what—"

Phainon let out a wrecked noise. Hands immediately flying to cover his burning face.

"Oh my god."

You laughed. Loud, relieved, warm.

But Phainon? He wasn't letting go.

The second the shock wore off, he clung to you—arms wrapped tight around you, face buried into your neck, refusing to let go.

"I'm never taking the train again," he mumbled, voice muffled. "I'm walking everywhere. I’ll ride a damn bike. I’m moving to the mountains. No trains there."

You huffed a laugh, but his grip only tightened.

"Also, you’re never leaving my side again," he continued, clutching you like a lifeline. "Nope. I’ve decided. We’re a package deal now."

You raised a brow. "Oh?"

He pulled back just enough to pout at you, still hugging you like a koala. "Yes. Do you know how scared I was? Do you? I thought you were gonna get eaten or—I was gonna get eaten—"

"You literally threw a fire extinguisher at it."

"And I’d do it again! For you!"

You bit back a grin. "Oh, so now you’re brave?"

"I was always brave," he huffed. "I just—function better when you’re around."

That was… a lot to admit.

You blinked, heart stuttering, but before you could say anything, Phainon suddenly pulled back just enough to look at you properly.

Then, determined, still puppy-clingy, he cupped your face this time.

"Can I kiss you again?"

Oh.

Your breath caught.

He looked at you like you were his only solid ground after everything—wide-eyed, a little desperate, entirely smitten.

And how could you say no to that?

"Yeah," you murmured, barely above a whisper. "You can."

The second the words left your lips, Phainon did not hesitate.

He kissed you.

Not just a quick, hesitant peck this time—a real kiss. Warm, lingering, a little shaky but full of everything he was trying to say.

Like holy shit, I thought I lost you.

Like holy shit, I don’t ever want to lose you.

His arms tightened around you again, as if making sure you were real, that this was real, that you hadn’t been swallowed whole by the dark after all.

When you finally pulled away, breathless, Phainon let out a small, giddy laugh, still clinging.

"Okay," he said, "maybe almost dying wasn’t all bad."

You snorted. "Don’t get used to it."

He grinned, still holding you close. "Can’t help it. You’re kinda my favorite person now."

THE SILLIES AUBFRJNFEK!! REQUESTS ARE OPEEN AND LIKES, COMMETNS, REBLOGS ARE APPREICATED!! LOVE YOU ALL :DD

[olivianyx]

OMGG I JUST GOT RESULTS WITHOUT BEATING MYSELF UP WITH ROUTINES 😭 + RANT ✨

HEYY LUVS! I JUST WANNA SHARE MY RESULTS I MANIFESTED WITHIN 2-3 DAYS! THIS YEAR'S GONNA BE MY BEST YEAR Y'ALL ✋AND GUESS WHAT I DID? NOTHING. LITERALLY NOTHING. NUH-UH. PERIODT.

⚠ LONG POST AHEAD, SWEARING ⚠

WHAT I MANIFESTED:

🪄 PASSING MY FRESHMAN YEAR WITH HIGH SCORES

🪄 MY FAMILY BOUGHT A NEW APARTMENT WHICH WERE PREPARING TO MOVE IN 3 WEEKS

🪄 ME GETTING INTO THE VOID STATE 😭 AND MANIFESTED CLEAR SKIN! (DAYUM GETTING INTO THE VOID IS DEFO VERY EASY OMGG)

🪄 GETTING LESS ANXIOUS LATELY!

🪄 MY GASTRITIS AND ULCERITIS GETTING CURED

🪄 GETTING MORE COMPLIMENTS IN MY UNI!

🪄 GETTING TALLER! I WENT FROM 5'3" TO 5'7" IN 2 DAYS 😭😭

🪄 GETTING DREAMS OF ME SHIFTING TO MY WR 🥺 (ACTUALLY RESPAWNING LOL, AS THIS THING IS REALLY CONTROVERSIAL IN HERE, PLEASE DON'T GET ME CANCELLED- I'M DOING DEATHLESS RESPAWNING ✋)

🪄 MY MIND IS SURPRISINGLY CALM 😌 THERE'S STILL INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS THO (THOSE ARE ANNOYING ASS BITCHES) BUT I JUST IGNORE EM LIKE I IGNORE PEOPLE AT SCHOOL 🗿

🪄 GOT MANY CONFESSIONS TOO 😭 AND I REJECTED EM ALL, CUS I JUST WANT TO BE SINGLE FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE ✋🗿 JK

🪄 GETTING COOL CLOTHES THAT MY MOM DENIED A LOTTA TIMES! (ACTUALLY I'VE ORDERED EM BUT STILL HAVEN'T SHIPPED TO MY ADDRESS YET LOL)

🪄 MY CRUSH BECOMING CLOSE TO ME HEHE 🤭 LIKE SHE DOESN'T CARE ABOUT ME MUCH, BUT LATELY SHE'S BEEN TOO CLOSE TO ME AND ALWAYS WANNA BE WITH ME LOL, 3 DAYS BACK SHE AND I WALKED HOME TOGETHER, WHILE WE GRABBED SOME SNACKS, SPOKE ABT EACH OTHER AND ALL (I FELT LIKE BEING IN A SHOUJO MANGA 😩)

🪄 A NEW PHONE! THAT SAMSUNG GALAXY S22 😩

I MANIFESTED EVERYTHING WITHIN 3 DAYS 😭 I REALLY CAN'T BELIEVE MY EYES, JUST. 3. FUCKING. DAYS. GODDAMMIT.

HOW I DID IT:

JUST FULFILLED IT IN MY IMAGINATION

YEP, YOU HEARD THAT RIGHT. I LIVED IN THE 4D REALITY, I NEVER GAVE A SHIT ABOUT THE 3D AT ALL. OK LEMME BREAK IT DOWN FOR Y'ALL SO JUST PAY ATTENTION FROM HERE ONWARDS.

🪄 SUPPOSE SOMETHING UNDESIRABLE OR UNFAVORABLE CIRCUMSTANCES ARE HAPPENING IN YOUR 3D. WHO'S THE CAUSE FOR THAT? YOU. 'BUT I DIDN'T IMAGINE OR THINK OF THESE 😭' BABY, YOU'RE THE SOLE CAUSE, EFFECT, AND THE SOLUTION. THERE'S NO OTHER EXPLANATION TO THIS.

🪄 AS WE ALL KNOW, 3D IS A MIRROR. RIGHT? WHATEVER YOU THINK ABOUT, YOUR ASSUMPTIONS, YOUR THOUGHTS, YOUR FEELINGS, YOUR PERSPECTIVE EVERYTHING WILL BE REFLECTED. SO WHY NOT THINK THE WAY YOU WANT SO YOU CAN EXPERIENCE THE SAME? GET IT.

🪄 IF YOU WANT TO CHANGE THE 3D, CHANGE YOUR 4D FIRST. CHANGE YOUR PERSPECTIVE TO HOW YOUR DESIRED SELF WOULD SEE THE WORLD. KEEP DWELLING IN IT. IF THE 3D SHOWS UNFAVORABLE CIRCUMSTANCES, DON'T FUCKING GET TRIGGERED. GO BACK TO YOUR IMAGINATION AND DENY YOUR SENSES.

🪄 EVERYTIME YOU SEE SOMETHING ELSE IN THE 3D, GO 'BRUHH THIS IS MY OLD STORY, I ALREADY HAVE WHAT I WANT, THIS IS JUST FAKE' AND MOVE ON. DISTRACT YOURSELF. CUS THE 3D WORLD WHICH YOU SEE IS AN ILLUSION, IT'S NOT REAL. IT'S YOUR CREATION, WHY WOULD YOU TRY TO CONTROL WHAT YOU CREATED? IT'S ALREADY IN CONTROL. YOU ONLY GOTTA REALISE YOUR GODSELF. YOU ARE THE CREATOR, NOT THE CREATION. STOP FUCKING VICTIMIZING YOURSELF.

🪄 I GET IT THAT MOST OF THE PEOPLE ARE CONFUSED BETWEEN LAW OF ASSUMPTION AND NON DUALISM. EVEN I WAS, BUT SLOWLY I REALISED THAT WE'RE ALL NOTHING. WE'RE JUST LIVING IN OUR OWN CREATIONS. VICTIMIZING OURSELVES IN OUR OWN CREATIONS. IRONIC RIGHT?

🪄 THOSE THOUGHTS, ANXIETY, FEELINGS, EMOTIONS ARE ALL IN YOUR PHYSICAL REALM. YOUR MIND, YOUR BODY, YOUR EGO EVERYTHING IS NO REAL, WE ASSUME IT TO BE. WE'RE ARE SHAPELESS, FORMLESS, WE'RE NOTHING! AND EVERYTHING AT THE SAME TIME. CUS EVERYTHING COMES DOWN TO ONE THING, I AM.

🪄 K Y'ALL MIGHT BE SUPER CONFUSED, WHAT I'M TRYNA INFUSE IN YOUR BRAINS. SO WHAT YOU DO IS, LIVE IN YOUR 4D.HOW? IMAGINATION. NO MATTER WHAT YOU SEE IN YOUR 3D, GO BACK TO YOUR IMAGINATION, AFFIRM OR VISUALISE. ANYTHING IS FINE BTW. JUST STAY IN THE STATE OF WISH FULFILLED.

🪄 STOP RELYING ON METHODS, FUCK THEM. JUST BE. DON'T TRY TO CHANGE SOMETHING WHEN YOU ALREADY HAVE THEM. JUST STOP, SURRENDER, STOP FIGHTING, STOP TRYING SO HARD WHEN YOUR ALREADY IT. SO GO LIVE IN YOUR IMAGINATION, FULLY SURRENDER. DO THINGS WHICH YOU LIKE. GO LIVE YOUR LIFE. TAKE YOUR POWER BACK.

LIKE AREN'T YOU TIRED? TRAPPED IN YOUR OWN CREATIONS? YOU CREATED THEM, YOU HAVE THE POWER TO CHANGE WHATEVER. TELL ME HOW LONG ARE YOU GONNA LIVE THIS BULLSHIT LIFE? YOU'RE REALLY GETTING COMFORTABLE BEING UNCOMFORTABLE. SO LISTEN UP, DO WHAT YOU LOVE, AFFIRM, VISUALISE, OR DAYDREAM, ZONE OUT, WHATEVER. ALL I DID WAS DO THIS MEDITATION IN THE MORNING, WENT ABOUT MY DAY WATCHING JUJUTSU KAISEN LMAO. THEN RANDOMLY AFFIRM, LIVED IN MY 4D, NEVER PAYED ANY FUCKING ATTENTION TO MY 3D, CUS I'M GOD. I REALLY LOVE VISUALISING, SO I PUT ON A SONG AND START DAYDREAMING IN MY ROOM SMILING LIKE AN IDIOT. ALSO, I DID SATS BEFORE GOING TO BED. THAT'S IT. THAT'S ALL I DID FOR 3 FUCKING DAYS, AND GOT WHAT EVER I WANT. ALSO I MADE A CUSTOM TAPE TOO (IT'S A GENERAL SELF CONCEPT ONE) I LISTENED TO IT FOR 30 MINS AND JUST WENT ABOUT MY DAY THINKING I HAD WHATEVER I FUCKING DESIRE, CUS IT'S ALL MY CREATIONS AND I HAVE IT ALREADY. THERE'S NOTHING TO GET, IT'S ALREADY IN ME.

LUV YOU, BYE 💋

[nie13chen]

Player 132

This is the first part of the fiction I started to write. I'm trying to write a little slow burn, as far as it's possible since the events take place during the game in season 2 and it only lasted three days so far, so let's see where it goes.

I'm not a native speaker, I hope it doesn't sound super weird. Hope you enjoy it.

PS: I know, Player 132 is some random guy in season 2, but I just ignored that fact.

Chapter 1 - Player 132 (below)

Chapter 2 - Games and Nightmares

Chapter 3 - Whispers of the Past

Pairing: In-ho x f! y/n (3rd person)

Summary: In-ho first notices you during the vote after the first game. After he spoke to Gi-hun during the first night, he decides to approach you.

Words: 1,569

Content Warnings: attempted suicide, drug abuse

Chapter 1 - Player 132

In-ho entered the room through a side entrance. The lighting was dim. It felt strange to move without a mask. All the players were preoccupied with the voting, so no one noticed the newcomer. Some stared blankly into the void, while others whispered excitedly to each other, but no one paid him any attention. In-ho's eyes landed on his green suit with the number 001 and then shifted to the voting board in front. He was one of them again. He would play again. A faint smile crossed his lips. This time, it was different.

The voting had started in reverse order on his instruction, giving him enough time to blend unnoticed among the other players. In-ho observed the white numbers on the green suits. For a brief moment, his gaze lingered on the number 456. Bringing Gi-hun back had been a risk. However, he was the first known winner in the history of the games to return. That would undoubtedly increase the game's appeal…

Player 004 made their way to their seat. A tie.

When In-ho was called to vote, he moved slowly and almost silently at first, then quickened his pace. The other players stared at him. His fluid movements were reminiscent of a predator deliberately approaching its prey. Since he had kept himself hidden behind the other players, he now had to cross almost the entire room. The other players began cheering for him, trying to pull him to their side. Halfway across the room, he suddenly felt like he was being watched. One of the gazes in the crowd felt different. He tried to look around without slowing down or turning his head. His gaze met that of a young woman.

Player 132.

For a fraction of a second, he froze, just long enough not to arouse suspicion.

Player 132.

For years, it had been his job to observe the players, to know their backgrounds, and to collect data on them. It had become something of a ritual for him to pay special attention to this number—perhaps out of nostalgia, perhaps out of connection; he couldn’t quite tell. He tried to recall what he knew about her, but for some reason, his mind failed him.

Player 132.

His jaw tightened. For a brief moment, his breath caught. He felt as though he were moving in slow motion. A stabbing sensation in his chest made him uncertain whether something was breaking free within him or whether something was embedding itself deeper, something he thought he had long since forgotten. In-ho’s dark gaze met a pair of eyes carrying the same pain shared by anyone who agreed to the terms of the games, but also a melancholy and restlessness that stirred something deep inside him—a part of himself he had buried long ago. It took effort to refocus on his goal and continue toward the voting podium.

When he finally reached the console, he hesitated. Not now, not here. These words swirled through his mind, attempting to silence whatever had just occurred. It couldn't happen. He had meticulously planned everything, removed every obstacle, accounted for every scenario—except this. If he allowed the cold fog creeping into his mind to take hold, it could mean his downfall. Perhaps it was already too late.

He knew all eyes were on him, and he didn’t have much time to make a decision. He thought briefly, then pressed the green button.

-

In-ho tried to sneak back to his bed as quietly as possible after speaking with Gi-hun. He glanced around to ensure he was unobserved and then wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.

The weight of unanswered questions pressed coldly and heavily on his chest, just as the shared fate between him and Gi-hun did. They both had won, yet their victory had come too late. The memory of failing to save what they had risked their lives for connected them and, at the same time, led them down paths that could not have been more different.

Suddenly, he heard a faint humming. It was a melody he had never heard before. He wasn’t sure whether it was the memory of his family, which he had just shared with Gi-hun, or the gentle sound of the voice, but the song deeply moved him. A shiver ran through his upper body, leaving behind a painful burning sensation, yet it oddly soothed him. He drew a sharp breath and looked around. Across the room, a woman sat on her bed, her legs pulled to her chest, arms wrapped around them.

Player 132.

In-ho didn’t know why he followed the melody, but for some reason, he couldn’t turn away. He slowly descended a staircase between two bunk beds and then sat on one of the steps next to Number 132. When she noticed him, she fell silent.

“Please, don’t stop…”

The woman looked at him questioningly, but his smile convinced her to comply. It didn’t quite match the rest of his expression, but she sensed it was genuine. There was something questioning and quietly desperate in his eyes. 132 closed her eyes and began the song again. For a while, they simply sat next to each other, letting the melody transport them to a world beyond this island—away from the games, away from fear and death. When the song ended, they sat in silence for a moment.

“I saw you during the vote. Why did you decide to stay?” she finally asked.

In-ho didn’t answer immediately.

“And you?” he countered, gesturing to the green circle on her jacket.

He caught a brief glimpse of the long scar on her neck, but she seemed to notice, as she pulled her jacket’s zipper higher. Then she let her arms drop so that her hands now rested gently and soft on the mattress.

“You’re trembling,” he noted.

He resisted the sudden urge to place his hand over hers. After a few moments, she quietly began to speak into the silence.

“It’s a rare neurological condition. I was a pianist. Music was my life, but because of the disease, I couldn’t take on any work anymore.”

She lifted her trembling hand as if to demonstrate.

“The pain comes in waves. Normal medications don’t help, and the doses doctors prescribe me are a joke. So, at some point, I started obtaining sedatives on my own.”

She paused for a moment. Now In-ho remembered. He had read in her file about her spiraling debt due to drug abuse, about the measures she had taken to get money, and how he had judged her for it. He swallowed.

“Over time, I needed more and more of the stuff to get through the attacks, until I finally decided to quit. The drugs are gone now, but the pain remains. And so do the debts.”

She smiled at him through the silence.

“May I ask your name?” she asked quietly, averting her gaze as if uncertain whether the question crossed a line, since she was clearly younger than him.

“My name is In-ho—” he hesitated, then continued, “But the others here know me as Young-il. I… I’d appreciate it if not everyone here knew my real name, if you understand…”

She nodded.

“I’m Y/N.”

Why had he told her his real name? He knew it wasn’t an accident. He wasn’t supposed to trust anyone—trust made him vulnerable. And yet, for some reason, he didn’t regret his decision, even though he knew how dangerous it was.

“It was nice meeting you, Y/N. You should get some rest,” he said abruptly, standing up.

He was about to leave when she lightly touched his arm to stop him. Her touch took his breath away for a moment, spreading warmth and softness over his entire body. He didn’t dare move, hoping to prolong the moment.

“In-ho,” she said, so quietly only he could hear it. He turned back to her.

He swallowed. Only now did he realize how long it had been since he had heard his name spoken aloud. Here, he was Young-il or The Frontman—never In-ho. The last person to call him that had been his brother, just before falling off the cliff. Hearing her voice say his name unsettled him yet comforted him at the same time. He looked at her. Now it was he who trembled.

“Are… are you all right?”

There was something about her that drew him in, and that scared him. It was pointless to deny it. Perhaps it was her sharp intuition, her gentle voice, or the quiet despair in her gaze that seemed to seek refuge in him. For a while, he remained silent. He had already lost everything once on this island and wasn’t ready to take that risk again. And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to walk away from her presence. In-ho tilted his head slightly to the side, trying to appear as unaffected as possible.

“Why do you ask?”

Y/N looked down at her knees, as if hesitating to answer. Then, slowly and seriously, she continued:

“Your eyes. They look like you’ve been through a lot. More than most of the people here.”

In-ho looked at her for a long moment. He knew she already knew the answer. Finally, he smiled, turned, and walked back to his bed without another word.

Player 132 watched him leave for a long time.

-> Chapter 2 - Games and Nightmares

[sativaonsaturn]

astro observations about my own placements

virgo sun

people who just get it. laugh at pretty much anything, may not smile much but definitely love to laugh. type of people who absolutely need to say “i told you so” even if it’s in a loving way. good at spending time alone; can hang but if the circumstances are not optimal, we will opt out 😂 definitely the type to do it ourselves if it’s not exactly the way we want (ex: dish at a restaurant isn’t as good as it could be, so we make it ourselves at home) also do not sleep on a virgo, we are silent killers 😂 i’ve found that we also really value people based on merit. so even if we don’t like someone, if they’re hard working or go getters we respect them just for that.

pisces moon

water moons in general experience real emotional rollercoasters. scorpio is like a storm of emotions, cancer like constant rolling waves and pisces like a back and forth between still waters and crashing waves. pisces moons are usually between extremes of numbness and deep feelings. this can vary from moment to moment, week to week, even years apart - especially when we master our emotions (as in being aware of emotions rather than being consumed by them) can be prone to putting others’ emotional needs before their own but can also disregard them and be cold. super intuitive; many have prophetic dreams, can read energies, know what others’ will say before they say it. also people close to us may feel like they’ll never truly know us as we have a tendency to be elusive.

libra mercury

The Diplomat. usually have pleasing voices and know how to talk to people, especially if it’s in the 1st house. great at conflict resolution; will hear everyone out and find a solution. also rely heavily on logic when communicating, really understanding people and want whatever will keep things balanced (can avoid conflict for this reason). like every libra placement, look at both sides of everything but i would say on the scale of indecisiveness it goes: 1. libra moon 2. libra mars 3. libra mercury.

leo venus

a love on fire. there are two sides to this: passion that burns hot and a fire that can get snuffed out just as fast. generous (in every sense) lovers to all loved ones, friends and romantic partners alike. fairly high standards, not as high as virgo venus but definitely know what we want. love to adorn ourselves with carefully picked jewelry, perfume, etc. like we pay extra attention to what complements us (including partners). on the same note, unless aspected negatively, a leo venus will never go for someone who doesn’t want them. we’re very big on being loved, wanted, desired and there’s a lot of pride to consider as well. so even if we really want someone, if it’s not reciprocated or we feel a void/ lacking, we’ll leave. (this goes for any kind of relationship) also very passionate in love, need that back in all our close relationships.. especially romantic.

sagittarius mars

strong minded, have unwavering values (my mercury helps balance this). as sag is ruled by the 9th house, i’ve found that it’s really important that i travel. whether it’s a weekend in another town or a week in another country, it’s essential to feeling sane and grounded. when i haven’t changed scenery for a while, i find that i become restless. new experiences can fill that gap too. like trying a new cuisine or getting a piercing. i find that we tend to view sex as a sport 😭 i personally don’t feel like this is a negative thing; with the right person this can make things more fun/ exciting. have predominant thighs/ hips - can be the fullest part of the body. we can get angry quite quickly but simmer down just as quick, esp if we get our points across or find a fulfilling outlet (like throwing things or working out). also HATE being told what to do. this isn’t to say we can’t take instruction but being given direction where it isn’t needed is a sure fire way to set us off.

sativaonsaturn 🍃🪐

[princessaffirms]

it’s okay to let go of manifesting terms/concepts that don’t resonate with you! 🌅✨

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if certain terminology (ex. 4D, void) or concepts (ex. SATS) doesn’t help you manifest but instead overwhelms and confuses you, it is perfectly OKAY to omit them entirely or reframe them in a way that makes sense to you!

at the end of the day, everyone’s brain and experiences are entirely different from one another. AND THAT’S OKAY!! the way i perceive and understand my reality and my experiences is unique to me, and the same goes for you!

while it can be very helpful at times to look to loa bloggers for advice and manifestation methods, what works for one person may not work for another. but that doesn’t mean that you’re doing it “wrong”!

if you read something about manifestation that doesn’t resonate with you, that’s alright! disregard it from your own practices and move on. you aren’t gonna “fail” at manifesting just because you’re not doing SATS or having super mystical void experiences.

if something DOES make sense to you? great! take it and incorporate it into your practices (affirming, etc.)! but don’t stress about doing it “wrong” just because you’re not following the 28388 manifestation methods out there.

you are ALWAYS manifesting. you always have been. think about it: when you assume and embody something, that becomes your truth. if you assume and embody someone who’s never confident, guess what’s going to become your truth? a non-confident individual.

but the good news? this isn’t your FINAL truth. it’s not your ONLY truth. manifestation methods and advice only exist to provide you with an easy-to-understand structure for harnessing the manifesting you’ve ALREADY been doing all your life and using it to your advantage. so USE it to craft your ideal reality, but don’t worry if you’re not doing it in the exact same way as someone else.

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TLDR; there’s SO MUCH information out there about LOA and manifestation (which is awesome!), but it can also get overwhelming and WAYYY TOO OVER COMPLICATED at times! manifesting is easy. you’ve been doing it all your life, the methods are just telling you to harness your power to make your reality align with your desires! <3

[tremendouscreationperson]

Logan x Reader pt.4

So some of y'all are gonna not like this part but it's necessary 🤌🏻 hope it's okay I wrote it whilst bleaching/dying my hair 🤣🤣

I have also put some very rough sketches of the X-Men I did on holiday so you can get the vibes on the super suit/costume

<< Part 3 Part 5 >> Masterlist

He was gone, you waited for a moment just in case, but no, he was gone. It was okay, you'd had more time with him than you'd thought possible. The hours were a blessing.

“He isn't going to come back.” Cassandra spoke to your right. “You missed your chance.” She matched over to Pyro and slapped him awake.

You shook your head, she was right. Why were you just staring into space? You had to get a move on.

Quickly picking up Laura's discarded backpack - now full to the brim with Deadpool comics - you moved past them. Better to leave when she's distracted, if you hung on any longer she might remember you all came here to bargain with/kill her.

You looked down from the socket, drained. Using your powers was mentally taxing and, without the help of adrenaline, you didn't know if you could even make yourself a disc to descend. Instead you skidded downwards, holding the skull to climb and landed on your feet. The texture was like bricks. Was that really how a skull felt?

You swivelled to see your family. Laura sprinted as soon as her eyes landed on you, crushing you in a hug. “You stayed.”

“Of course I did.” Your arms held her tighter. “I’d have missed you all too much.”

She pulled back from the hug only to gaze into your eyes with her own glassy ones. “We couldn't see who jumped, did they make it? I thought you'd been eaten.”

“No, I'm here.” You assured her with a teary smile. "They did make it. They're gone."

She quickly burrowed back into your neck as you noticed El make her way towards you both and joined the hug. “That was intense.”

Gambit was next picking you all up as he squeezed tight. “Le’s never do tha’ again.”

Blade had hung back but Laura extended her hand to him and gestured until he held it. He wasn't one for ‘lovey dovey’ displays but he did love you all. He never thought it possible, not after he landed in the Void, but here he was. Clutching Laura's hand and thanking any deity that would listen.

“We better go.” Blade instructed. “Let's see if they got any wheels we can borrow.”

They did in fact have some wheels you could borrow. The five of you all sat in a beaten down Ghost Rider vehicle. It was an old fashioned Chevy and the boot space was perfect for the looted goods you all scrambled to swipe under Cassandra’s nose.

The drive back was strange. Obviously you were no longer in the boot with Logan but even if he was here you'd thought it was odd. You all survived.

There were no casualties.

Not that you were complaining, gosh no, but you were feeling a sense of unease. As though it had all been too easy.

Laura sat between you and Gambit, holding one hand from each of you as she dozed. Blade was driving and El sharpened her sais.

This was so ordinary. Well, your version of ordinary. But seeing actual civilization had thrown you. Because no this wasn't ordinary. This was fucking batshit.

You took a breath and tried to calm the fuck down because yes this was crazy and it wasn't what life should be but it was what it was.

You had to make peace with it.

You'd let Logan and Wade leap into a real life.

If they came back good. If they didn't… well, you were fine with it.

~~

A week later, once word had gotten out that Cassandra Nova had left, the Void seemed calmer. There were less riots - still a large amount - and people seemed to go it alone more. There wasn't the threat of ‘join or die’ so people made peace with scavenging and surviving.

Your group had still tried to help if people needed it but you mostly stayed out of sight. Without a ‘big bad’ to fight there was no longer an ultimate goal which was good but at the same time it made life boring.

You were playing a game of Uno, having found it in a rotting classroom, when an orange rectangle opened behind you. The others were quick to draw their weapons and you craned your neck to see a woman step out.

She had an air of authority with a kind face.

“Y/N L/N, Laura Kinney, Remy Lebeau, Eric Brooks, Elektra Natchios, I am B-15.” She informed you with a pleasant smile. The fact that her name was a letter and a number wasn't lost on you but you were still reeling over the fact that you're fairly sure Blade was called Eric. “I oversee the TVA and we are here on business.”

“TVA?” Gambit raised an eyebrow, lowering his powered up deck.

“The Time Variant Authority. We are the overseers of timelines. Our job is to watch them, nurture them, keep them safe.”

Elektra straightened but didn't hide her weapons. “If you 'oversee our timelines', why are we here?” Her tone was accusatory.

B-15 looked a little embarrassed. “One of our managers, Paradox, had accelerated the time frame on your dying timelines. He is the reason you are here. I am sorry for that but I am here to make amends, we have been in discussions with Wade Wilson and Logan Howlett about your recovery.”

Well, fuck me, he was coming back. You'd practically lost hope after the third day.

“Dying timelines?” Elektra's eyes flickered to Gambit. She knew he didn't remember a time before being here like the rest of you did.

“Timelines, like many organic things do, decay and die. Sometimes it is natural, sometimes it is fabricated and sometimes their 'Anchor Being' dies and they slowly rot.”

“But our timelines, our universes, are dead?” Blade questioned.

“Yes. But we can house you in another. We need to go through the proper paperwork and screenings but I do believe you can all be happy there.”

“People we knew-” You started. “Our friends- I've seen multiple versions of the same person. Our friends won't know us?”

“I can safely say in this universe there is no version of each of you. You would be entering as yourself and, yes, you will have to create friendships and relationships again but I'm sure each of you is up to the task.”

The feeling that this was too good to be true crept up your spine again. “What's the catch?”

“There isn't a catch.” She clasped her hands. “You don't have to come, it's an offer but I won't ask twice.”

The room that had previously been full of laughter and frustrated yelling was now dead silent, each of you considering her words.

“Do you want to go?” You asked Laura.

Her face betrayed no emotions. “I will if you want to.”

“It might be very different then this, then what you grew up with. You might not like it.” You didn't want to steer her any way but you wanted her to be sure.

“As long as we're together.” Her eyes flashed around the table.

El nodded. “I'm game.”

“Are there blood suckers in that world?” Blade asked B-15.

“There are Vampires, yes. There are also a few Lycans.”

That baffled you. No fucking way was there Vampires. “Then I'm ready to kick some Vamp ass.”

“I dunno.” Gambit shook his head. “I feel like I wa’ born ‘ere. Wha’ if there no room for me there?”

“Of course there's room.” El placed a hand on his shoulder. “Don't stay here, this place is horrid.”

He gave an uneasy look but did eventually nod.

“Right.” B-15 smiled. “Let's go.”

She gave you five minutes to collect your things and meet her at the rectangle. It was a little sad to realise five years worth of memories could be boiled down to a water bottle, Uno cards, a few knives, some art you and the girls created and your photo of you and your husband.

There was no point taking your clothes, they were tattered and stained, you weren't even sure the super suit you currently had on was clean enough for the 'new universe'.

B-15 walked through the portal when you all agreed it was time and Blade followed. Laura and you were next and finally El led Gambit.

You were struck by nostalgia. Walking through from a hot country to an airconned airport slapped you in the face. Memories of your honeymoon dancing across your mind. Was this wrong?

Was being with him insulting his memory?

You scanned the room. It was a tacky beige corridor with a set of brown doors, each door had a friendly face waiting with a clipboard.

“Right, so this is the boring part.” B-15 tried to joke. “I will need you all to partner up and answer some questions.”

“Wait’re minute.” Gambit ceased Elektra’s movements. “Wha’ if they kill us?”

“We won't kill you.” B-15 made a face.

“You are separating us.” El folded her arms.

B-15 sighed and plastered the professional smile back on. “If we wanted you dead we would've left you in the Void. This is part of the process, unfortunately it involves asking a lot of questions and to save time we thought to free up some extra agents, who are all very busy, mind you.”

Laura was the first to move, she gave a curt nod, pulled her backpack tighter against her spine and strode right to the end of the corridor. The lady she met was small and unassuming but she greeted Laura with a friendly hello.

You were next, always following after her, and found yourself beside a man. He was tall and waved awkwardly.

The man led you into what was clearly an interrogation room. There was a definitely double sided mirror on the wall reflecting the dark oak table and chairs that sat directly in the centre.

“Right,” the man said, taking a seat. “I am here to fill you in on this universe and fill out this questionnaire to determine whether or not you are fit to join it.”

You eyed his clipboard. “How long will this take?”

“Time works differently in the TVA.” He shrugged and began the explanation, which felt as though it lasted three whole days.

This universe was much the same as yours except the X-Men hadn't picked you up. There was a Jean and a Charles and a Rogue, etc however their version of Logan died which was beginning to kill off the timeline. Paradox had offered Wade the opportunity to hop over and he learnt the truth causing everything that had happened to happen. In order to secure all five of your places the TVA had to create some ‘micro-adjustments’ to certain parts of this universe. This was completely new territory so it did take some time to set up events and try to create anchor spots.

The X-Men were formed however they were now operational in the year 2024 and they worked side by side with the Avengers. There were many names and many dates and many places that Y-23 told you and you could barely catch up.

“So there's Avengers and Guardians and X-Men and there's still villains? Isn't it overkill?” You finished your lemonade, placing the plastic cup on the table by your messy notepad. You'd created a mini conspiracy board, trying to piece together all the information he was throwing at you.

“There are more heroes than you could ever imagine but that just brings the threat of violence higher.” He shrugged.

“And B-15 said that there were Vampires and Lycans.”

“In a world full of Mutants are you really surprised?”

“But a mutation is different from a species of Vampire, no?”

Y-23 thought about it but shook his head. “No it isn't. It's simple evolution.”

This was starting to feel like a Charles Xavier lecture.

“This universe isn't a part of what was once called the Sacred Timeline, this is a wild, thriving, new and exciting thing. This has never been done before.” He tried to reassure you.

"Meaning it's an experiment.” You muttered. “I'm game for it, I'm just scared.”

“Well, you have answered all of my questions swimmingly.” He gave you two thumbs up.

“You haven't asked any questions.”

“The questions are more for me than for you.”

This was starting to feel like a really bad idea. “I'm confused.”

“Don't be, the next step is wardrobe. Can't have you going to a new universe in…" He looked you up and down. "..that.”

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You stepped out of the tailors with a spring in your step. They had provided actual clothes but being in a brand new suit was bliss. They'd even provided weapons! The suit was beautiful. It was mainly purple, with a purple ‘x’ on your chest on top of black fabric. The black fabric was angular, causing a triangle shape underneath the ‘x’ and then carrying on down from your armpits to your ankles. The purple was on the front and the back connecting from your chest via the ‘x’ to your shoulders. Your spine had a delicately placed holster for two knives.

This was quite possibly the most powerful you had felt, despite being unable to actually conjure your forcefields. Y-23 had told you there was no magic in the TVA and that got you both into a large debate on whether or not you had magic. You were a mutant, you weren't magic! Gambit toed the line between mutant and magic better than anyone so you wondered how he was doing.

El and Blade were in the main room you were being led to. The room consisted of more brown furniture - desks and chairs - but had many old-school TVs on the far wall. Each screen held either a series of lines or a person. You were quick to zero in on Iron-Man, his iconic suit was blasting at several enemies. He was one of the biggest heroes in your world and the most recognised. You literally couldn't imagine Tony in another suit, another mask. He wouldn't look right even in a different colour, say green for example.

“That's Punisher.” El pointed to a gruff man, with a dusty white skull on his chest. He was mean looking but you had the feeling he was probably good as gold when needed.

“Whistler.” Blade nodded to another gruff man. He was older and definitely played by his own rules.

You watched the row of moving heroes. “So we have to just drop in and say hi, we know you in another universe?”

“H-1 told me I would say what I wanted.” El gave you a confused shrug. “that doesn't exactly clarify anything, what if I tell Matt and Frank and they don't- what if that means they don't want anything to do with me?”

“Precisely.” Blade agreed as Gambit walked into the room. “I will need Whistler's help. I can't fuck that up.”

“A’least I can' destroy wha’ weren't there.” Gambit smugly grinned, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “We all look ‘mazing by’t’way.”

Yes. You all did. Blade was wearing all black. A protective vest on top of a long sleeve and leather trousers. His outfit was swallowed by his leather coat. Weapons were under and over the coat, you could see all sorts of knives and daggers and even a crucifix dangled from his belt. He had a new pair of sunglasses, which he seemed very pleased about.

Elektra was wearing a bright red outfit, you assumed her Void outfit started off as this colour but she stained it to be safer. Her chest was now unexposed and she had gloves on. Her trousers were still there but on top she had an overlaying split skirt. The material was softer than the bodysuit, it matched the scarf which covered the lower part of her face.

Gambit looked much the same. His outfit was perfect. The only thing different about this one was there were no knicks and dents. He also wielded a staff.

Laura was yet to show her face. Something that didn't worry you but didn't not worry you.

“So where are we living?” You questioned. “I used to live in the X-Mansion but Y-23 said Charles was around but he now operates in 2024. So in my head he must be very different.”

“It seems like that's true for all our friends.” Blade’s eyes hadn't left the screens.

Gambit strode to the screens and gazed intently at each person. “Surely, they couldn' be too different. If it's the same person an’all.”

“Different circumstances, different upbringings.” El countered.

“That's Magneto.” You pointed to Erik. He was talking to Charles, drinking a cup of tea. It was infuriating because they were this civilised as enemies so you couldn't even tell if they were friends. “He was a concentration camp survivor. If he's about now, did that happen? Is he evil?”

“He looks pretty friendly with Charles.” Elektra cocked her head.

“They always were.” You huffed. “This will be really difficult won't it?”

Blade’s head swivelled in your direction. “Adjusting always is.”

Fuck how was he just effortless cool?

The door reopened, B-15 and Laura came through. She was gorgeous. They had dressed her in a yellow suit, with black trim much like yours. The suit had gloves and shoes which had special slots for her claws. But the icing on the cake was her cowl. She wore the famous Wolverine cowl and she looked glorious.

“Woah!” Gambit cheered. “You look li’ him!”

She did. She really looked like Logan.

“You look amazing, sweetie.” El grinned wide as Laura held one elbow in embarrassment.

“Thank you.” She wore a shy smile.

Blade clapped her back and couldn't help but nod.

“I can't believe it. You really- you look like- you look good.” You stuttered through the sentence.

She, thankfully, waved you off and turned to the screens. “Who are they?”

“Heroes in the 'new universe'.” Blade smirked. “They'll need our help.”

B-15 cleared her throat and you all looked over. She was standing in front of a freshly opened ‘timedoor’. “This is it.” She stepped to the right. “Through here is a collection of Earth's Mightiest Heroes. They will greet and assess you.”

Oh great, more assessment.

Laura, again, was the first of you to make a move. She confidently marched through the door, ready for this to be over with.

El was next, followed by Gambit, Blade and finally you.

You entered a white room. It was grand and outlandishly ‘modern’ - sparse. There were walls that were made entirely by window planes and the sunlight shone warmly. There was a silver, angular table and six beings were seated at it.

These were the ‘illuminati’. Y-23 had explained that a member of each super team created the illuminati, an omnipotent organisation. They controlled the world.

Iron-Man was there, creasing a ridiculously expensive suit, as well as Doctor Strange - the Sorcerer Supreme - Mr Fantastic - the smartest man alive - Namor - the King of Atlantis - Blackbolt - the Ruler of Attilan - and… oh my god. That was Charles!

The negotiation wasn't long. Charles took a look into each of your minds and declared that you and B-15 were all telling the truth. Then they revealed a set of apartments that they had brought for you to settle into normality in. You were allowed to leave them once you had settled and you had to come back every month for therapy "monitoring".

Stark handed you all a bank card and told you there was a limit to them. They also informed you that if you were needed to defend Earth they would call upon you.

Blade was under extra surveillance as he was a Daywalker. Reed had been able to recreate Whistler's serum to suppress the bloodlust but they were still taking precautions.

Doctor Strange placed a spell on each of you to track your whereabouts but other than that they let you go.

“The idiots are outside.” Stark used a thumb to point over his shoulder. Blackbolt smiled, his shoulders shaking in a silent chuckle.

“They haven't stopped pestering.” Namor rolled his eyes. “You must be integral.”

“We are just ourselves. We were cursed to live in that Void for years, for no apparent reason other than a cocky bastard's ego.” Elektra held her head high, watching the men she addressed like a hawk.

Charles adjusted his chair and gave you a sincere grin. “You may venture out, we do hope you find solace here.”

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Part 5

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Void Success story

So today i entered the void state at 3pm

I have tried every method and nearly every guided meditation

But i never tried the 10k affirmation challenge cause i was too lazy for it but i don't know why but I suddenly felt the urge to try it cause i read alot of success stories from it

So when i was in school i tried it and this are the affirmations

1). I always enter the void in 5 minutes

2). I enter the void state instantly and all the time

3). Entering the void state is the easiest thing for me cause i eneter it all the time

4). If i affirm something for once it gets multiplied by a billion times

I think i affirmed each of this for like 200 times and I also used the bracelet method with it

I got back from school at 2 pm and i watched the TV for 50 minutes than i suddenly remembered the 10k challenge i did and searched for a void state guided meditation

I actually entered the void state in less than 5 minutes cause i am sure that i was in the void for more than 15 minutes but i wasn't aware that i was in the void state so when i realized i got super excited and got kicked out of the void but i will try it again tomorrow and i will also try to be calm

How i did it

1. I played the guided meditation and set an intention of entering the void in 5 minutes

2. Rather than focusing on the meditation i was focusing on my breathing (i was just breathing normally) i wasn't taking some deep breaths cause they make me lose focus

3. I affirmed thaf i am in the void and i am void

4. I slowly started losing focus on my breathing and started thinking about random things

5. And boom i was in the void

This is the method i tried