#in the words of manifest

[suspensefulpen]

I’m thinking, I might turn the characters from my last post into OCs. This is mostly on a whim cause my brain won’t let the concept go and cause this is way too good to let go so don’t be alarmed when the names change :).

I’m thinking about the names Nicholas (he/him —Whumper) and Juniper (they/them — Whumpee).

I’m also wondering if I should make all my ocs in the same universe together??

[indeedgoodman]

[yeiwing]

a quick presentation on my findings as a casual podcast consumer

[fromheavensent]

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i hope you feel at peace today,

know that better days are coming

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[hrrtshape]

energy and matter cannot be destroyed or created.

energy cannot be created nor destroyed. full stop. that’s the first law. that’s the only law. it moves, it shifts, it transmutes, it ricochets off the ceiling of your mind and settles in the marrow of your bones. it does not disappear. it does not dissolve. it simply recalibrates, redistributes, reinvents itself in the shape of your next thought, your next move, your next unrelenting desire made manifest.

so. you are not pulling your manifestations out of thin air. you are not god at the dawn of time, cracking knuckles over an abyss and spitting out light. no. you are the grand architect, the cosmic composer, the master curator of your own reality. everything you’ve ever wanted is already yours. it’s vibrating at a frequency just waiting for you to tune in. reality is not happening to you; you are happening to reality. energy doesn’t disappear. it waits, it listens, it aligns with the story you tell it.

lost time is rewritten. dead dreams are resurrected. missed chances become rerouted. energy doesn’t do ‘gone,’ it does ‘redirected.’ everything you think you lost is in escrow, accumulating interest, waiting for you to claim it. you don’t need to chase, you don’t need to beg. you align, you decide, you receive. the universe is your loyal mirror, your dutiful algorithm, your most obedient servant, rearranging itself in real-time to reflect the assumptions you refuse to let go of.

so no, you’re not summoning something from nothing. you’re calling back what has always been yours. you are collapsing time, bending probability, pulling the inevitable into the now. energy cannot be destroyed. so your power? your possibility? your past lives of almosts and not-quites? they are not dead. they are just one shift in belief away from stepping into your hands.

so take the call. answer the door. say yes. pull the lever. place the bet. assume, persist, know. energy is waiting, patiently, impassively, knowing it will find a way to become whatever you decide it should be. because it cannot be destroyed. and neither can you.

[wisdomseekerx]

"Don't let fear stop you from realizing your dreams. Fear is just an illusion that we can overcome."

- Magnetizeyourmoney

[mrs-trophy-wife]

[lightseoul]

hi! please could you do number 7 with the mc having a ghost-related quirk??

decided to quickly write this one just in time for halloween! i hope y'all enjoy this little piece amidst the boop war we all find ourselves in right now lol. thank you for playing n have a nice day <3

(this is lightseoul's 2k milestone event ft. bakugou katsuki! to play, view the numbered list of prompts here, then simply send an ask with your chosen number and i'll whip something up!)

7. "THE GHOSTS WOULD DISAGREE WITH YOU." (1.3k)

“you’re a fucking weirdo, you know that?”

you don’t even look up from the churro you’re munching on, opting to ignore the ash-blonde sitting right next to your left.

“what,” he continues, and if you didn’t know any better, he’s starting to sound a little annoyed. “you’re not even gonna defend yourself?”

what you’re not about to do is tell him you’ve heard that taunt over and over again growing up, lest you end up seeming pitiful, which you aren’t.

so you merely shrug. “i don’t see the point. i know it’s not true.”

at that, you finally glance at the man, who’s looking nothing short of speechless under the dim light of the lounge that’s decked out with ‘spooky’ embellishments.

cute is the first thing that comes to mind.

he just fucking insulted you is the next.

still, you can’t help the smile that takes over your features. “you’re the weird one, anyway. why would you say that to your date?”

bakugou promptly breaks eye contact, choosing to stare at the human skeleton that’s conveniently parked at the corner of the room. you follow his line of vision, and you have to stop yourself from snorting at the sight.

the people manning this haunted house-themed attraction sure took budget decorating to the next level.

beside you, the pro-hero huffs. “i’m only saying that because this is your idea of a good first date,” he gestures vaguely to your surroundings, an incredulous expression on his face as he tosses you a pointed look. “a horror escape room? really?”

“what?” you say, trying to sound the slightest bit defensive for the sake of it. “it gives us plenty of excuses to get closer.”

whatever bakugou expected you to say in response, it surely wasn’t that.

the man only splutters, quickly diverting his gaze and plopping back against his seat with his muscled arms folded across his broad chest like a petulant child.

he then mutters something that you wouldn’t have caught for the life of you if it weren’t for the thing.

you grin.

“you wanted me to latch onto you for safety? you could’ve just said so.”

almost instantaneously, bakugou whips to stare at you, an absolutely horrified expression etched all over his face.

“what the fuck?”

you flash him the most innocent look you can muster. “what?”

he’s now glaring at you, but there’s no missing the redness that has crept up the high planes of his cheeks. he opens his mouth as if to say something but hesitates. he tries again, gaze fixated on you for a couple more seconds until he shakes his head in disbelief.

“…there’s no fucking way.”

you shrug again, but bakugou only stares at you, eyes squinting in suspicion. “unless…”

and, in a blink of an eye you almost could’ve missed it if you weren’t staring at him yourself, you see profound realization dawn on his features.

you gulp despite yourself.

“you have a fucking quirk?”

the truth must have been written all over your exterior, because the man leans back in slow motion like the way one would when faced with a relatively shocking revelation.

you rub at the back of your neck, suddenly feeling too self-conscious. this was the part that always made you feel uncomfortable, no matter what the context.

but especially during a first date.

“i never said i was quirkless…”

“yeah, no shit,” he retorts, not missing a single bit. “what is it, superior hearing or something?”

you shake your head slowly, “no, but it does make me privy to things that i don’t perceive with my own senses.”

bakugou’s eyebrows furrow in what you think is confusion. “what else?”

“uh—” you pause, eyes drifting down to your fiddling fingers, “—i can also levitate, be invisible, and permeate through things.”

when he doesn’t say anything for a moment, you finally chance a glance at the man, and he’s looking honest-to-god gagged.

pro-hero dynamight is fucking gagged and it’s because of you.

before he can get a word in, though, you quickly follow it up with: “but they make me so nauseous that i can barely pull them off. they’re useless, really.”

when you’re met with nothing but silence, you continue.

“i know,” you chuckle, although it comes out awkward and stilted. “it’s weird. you’re right, after all. i was just messing with you.”

more silence.

not knowing what else to do or say, you take a huge bite of your pastry, although you’re far from hungry, stomach now churning in embarrassment.

you’re in the middle of chewing the remnants of your last bite when bakugou finally speaks up.

now, you’ve heard about how the #9 pro-hero, despite his aggression and temper and generally unpleasant personality, is exceptionally intelligent, perceptive, and intuitive, but you never really thought much about it.

not even when you found out a few hours earlier that the blind date your friends set you up with was your distant superior dynamight himself.

and while you always had a thing for capable men, you didn’t want to fall early and hard lest you hurt yourself in the process. so you merely pushed back against the prejudices and expectations you had of him, and decided to just observe the person who was actually in front of you for the rest of your date.

but when he says the next thing, everything you’ve heard about him suddenly makes sense.

“…so it’s a ghost quirk.”

you don’t even get the opportunity to choke on your churro or gape at him because bakugou shakes his head so fervently, before: “that’s such a fucking waste.”

“e-excuse me?”

at your query, he locks eyes with you. “you have a strong-ass quirk, yet you’re working in admin for us. you could be doing more.”

a thousand questions fight to escape your lips, but what manages to emerge victorious is: “how’d you know i’m working admin for ground riot?”

bakugou scowls at you, but again, there’s that scarlet on his cheeks. he doesn’t answer your question, though, instead going for: “that’s your fucking takeaway?”

you shrug, not knowing what else to say. “i know my quirk is strong. but i was always made to feel like i was weird and creepy for it growing up—and until now, actually, which is why i don’t really talk about it—so i just learned not to use it.”

“well, most of it,” you add, and bakugou cocks his head to the side in question.

you take a shaky inhale.

“…ghosts still choose to talk to me.”

“that how you pick up on things beyond your five senses?”

you try not to gawk at him and at how fast he put two and two together. “…yeah.”

neither of you says anything for a few moments before bakugou finally shifts in his seat, rolling his shoulders back.

as he does so, he pipes up with: “well, i guess they’re not always accurate, though.”

you frown. although you rarely use your quirk, you still pride yourself in your capacity. “what do you mean?”

at that, bakugou turns to regard you, an unidentifiable expression on his face. “i did not want you to latch onto me.”

this time, you really can’t help it. you snort, and that grants you a glower from the pro-hero. you take it in stride, though, waving him off.

“sure, big guy.”

“don’t—” he sits up, “fucking—i’m serious—”

“yeah, but the ghosts—” he throws you a punch, which you dodge, “would disagree—” you dodge another, “ with you—” he barely misses you, “—though,” you finally finish.

and really, you don’t even need your trusty ghosts to know that—the blush that’s taken over the entirety of his face is all the proof you need.

[wandoffire]

[girl-trying-to-escape-reality]

August will be filled with happiness.

August will be filled with blessings.

August will be filled with positivity.

August will be filled with progress.

August will be filled with kindness.

August will be filled with opportunity.

August will be filled with love.

[catchymemes]

[fromheavensent]

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August will be filled with joy.

August will be filled with love.

August will be filled with trust.

August will be filled with peace.

August will be filled with miracles.

August will be filled with clarity.

August will be filled with blessings.

[beifong-brainrot]

I need Jimmy to stay alive for a while on red for at least a little longer because the absolute feral honeybadger energy he brings to the table is my fave thing ever. He murdered Grian (and Mumbo) with his own trap right under Skizz's nose and gloated. He killed Joel using the man's own wife as a distraction and taunted him about it. And this isn't even a Wild Life thing either. He was an absolute menace in Secret Life when he was helping Joel try and kill Scott. And in 3rd Life too, remember when he basically started a war with the Dogwarts crew by setting their banner on fire in front of them and constantly acting standoffish even as Scott tried to de-escalate the situation?

Like the Canary Curse ensured he never really got to menace too close to the sun but I have high hopes for my boy now.

[arievanille]

⳽atᴜrᥒ r͟e͟t͟u͟r͟n͟s͟ : reminder that everything you’re manifesting is happening .ᐟ

─⠀⠀젬♡⠀

 𓍼 manifesting a job and you just got fired? you’re still getting that job.

 𓍼 manifesting your desired hair and you see shrinkage? you still have the flawless hair you want.

 𓍼 manifesting a fun spring trip and your parents say no? it’s still going to happen pookie.

 𓍼 manifesting your specific person and they’re in a relationship? doesn’t matter, they’re still your person.

 𓍼 manifesting money and your bank account is negative? doesn’t matter, you’re a money magnet.

 𓍼 manifesting to shift realities and you wake up here? doesn’t matter, you’re already in your dr.

 𓍼 manifesting a new house and you don’t have no money for it? who cares, that’s already your house and you’re getting it rn.

 𓍼 point is, you’re getting whatever you’re manifesting because you already have and deserve everything you want.

[honestlyitsjustsam]

favourite moments of bg3 -> (7/?)

[wandoffire]