#my ability to create is limitless

[vermwerm]

i got possessed

[mastoi123]

✨ **Rise and Shine Beautiful Souls!** ✨

[saisiprincessa]

٭ To be a god is to be beautiful ٭

manifestation and shifting vaunt

Finding out about the law and shifting is the best thing that has happened to me, it has made me so so beautiful. With my touch all realities that i create become perfect. I can experience multiple cultures meet so many people be loved by many and love many. I’m so branched out like a tree of life.

So many people complain about life being so short and limited and not being able to do so many things at once but I can’t relate. I can go anywhere do anything and bring so much love and light with me wherever I go. I can create and destroy anything I want. There is no circumstance that is too much for me the moment I want something it becomes mine. The void is my playground and because of that I have so much access to so many places, people and so many lives to live. So much love to give and so much light to bring to every desire I touch. I get to feel so much.

My presence is a glow—soft yet commanding, radiant yet undeniable. People feel it before they see me, the warmth, the love, the light I bring with every step. I am a goddess, a creator of harmony and joy, effortlessly weaving magic into the lives of those around me. My power isn’t just in my beauty, though that’s undeniable; it’s in my energy, my ability to inspire, to heal, to remind every one of their own inner divinity. When I speak, the world listens. Love isn’t just something I give—it’s who I am. I am everything.

I am limitless. There is nothing I desire that doesn’t bend to my will, no dream too bold or impossible, no circumstance that holds me hostage, I am so beautiful and so free. The void itself answers me, a canvas where I paint my reality with the colors of my imagination. I manifest abundance, luxury, and joy as effortlessly as I breathe. Life is perfect not because of chance but because I make it so. Every moment is a testament to my power, every day a masterpiece of my own design. I am untouchable, unstoppable, and utterly divine, living proof that perfection isn’t a myth—it’s a choice I make every single day.

My life doesn’t have just one path, this is only the beginning and i’m so so excited about my beautiful life. I am the writer and illustrator of my the world is canvas that I can paint and gosh, do I paint beautifully.

this is one of my favourite vaunts ever, i hope you enjoy my gods and goddesses 💋

[sheeezu]

before i had shifted i used to think shifters were the most open-minded people. Having known of the limitlessness, the ability to do so much, the knowledge of already being so much. I thought their experiences might make them better people, distinguished and graceful in their words and presence. But honestly, now, having this blog and a space to interact with so many shifters, I no longer think that way. It's all the same, a mirror of this current reality. Oppression, hatred, ignorance, the same old foolishness and denseness. Sometimes I feel terribly sad over it. Whenever I log on to this blog, I feel im in a huge crowd, being pushed around. Loud alarms and bells ringing all around me, pamphlets of... i don't know, worthless information like the prediction of the dates of the world ending, aka the same "Actually, i think-" "no, this is wrong because-" "you'll never shift because-" "Im so tired of people doing this because-" all scattered around in shifting tags. But i feel so euphoric that now i've shifted. Now im grounded in places better than this. I no longer have to rely on these people. I won't have to interact with these people ever again. Then i am able to put on a fake smile, let go of some things, and read the same "wild" opinions again. Knowing one day i'd be deserving of eternal freedom when i'll break away from this reality, and forget. Each and everything. When the time's right. I suppose I hate humanity. I can't do anything about it. I would be foolish to try to change the vast majority of people, who are reflecting themselves boldly all around me. The only place I could ever be comfortable in, is the world i've created inside of me. What I portray of myself on here, is a show. Nothing strikes me, maddens me from here, that's why. It will be a waste of my own energy.

[cloverapple]

Shifting FAQ and why you need to calm the FAQ down

“Can I script that—”

Yes.

“Can I shift to a reality where—”

Yes.

“Is permashifting possible?”

Yes.

“I’ve been trying for x amount of years—”

The time passed already. Focus on here and now.

“Will X happen if I script Y?”

Whatever you script will happen exactly how you want it to.

“Can I shift without any methods?”

Yes. There are infinite ways to shift = Infinite ways to go about something that is instant.

“I’ve tried everything—“

Except fully trusting yourself, since you’re still dwelling on your shifting journey from a place of lack.

“Do I need to believe 100% to shift?”

No. You just need to allow it. Doubt doesn’t stop you, resistance does.

“Is shifting, like, REALLY real?”

Yes.

“But my blockages—“

You’re not a clogged drain. There’s nothing blocking something that happens naturally.

“My subconscious doesn’t believe in my affirmations—“

Oh, my bad. I didn’t realize affirming was the only way to manifest. Sooo, what should I do with this whole bag of feeling my way into my DR, visualization, subliminals, SATs, askfirmations, scripting, channeling, daydreaming, meditating, embodying the state, living in the end, inner conversations, mental rehearsals, literally just vibing, and doing absolutely nothing because sometimes that works too? Should I just toss all that in the trash? Light it on fire? Bury it in the backyard? Cool, good to know.

“Can I shift while I’m tired? While I’m sad? While I’m stressed?”

Yes, yes, and yes. Emotions don’t block shifting. If anything, they help.

“Why haven’t I shifted yet?”

That’s like asking why the sun isn’t rising when you know it’s just beneath the horizon. You know it’s coming, you know it can break through any second, but you keep staring at the dark like the world is ending.

“How do I figure out what I need to do?”

The only person in this universe who knows the answer to that question is you, yet you doubt yourself so much, you mistrust yourself so much, that it’s like whatever your subconscious is telling you goes in one ear and out the other.

“But NOTHING works for me 😭”

Okay, listen—in the gentlest, most kindergarten-teacher voice possible—shifting is like 10% processes that “work for you” or not and 90% trust and letting go. If you can’t trust yourself, cool, trust your undeniable ability to shift. If that feels like a stretch, trust your subconscious (it’s been running the show since forever, give it some credit). Still not there? Trust the outcome. Trust something, anything. And then? LET. GO. RELAX. Like, actually unclench your jaw and stop treating shifting like it’s a piece of raw chicken and you a dog that has not eaten in *checks watch* 2 minutes.

Because if you’re over here sobbing, whining “nothing works for meeeee,” that tells me two things:

A) You don’t trust anything, which, surprise surprise, makes shifting a little difficult. B) Something does work for you. There’s a sweet spot, a method that clicks—but you haven’t found it because you approach every process with fear instead of fun, frustration instead of curiosity, anxiety instead of chill.

Imagine slipping into the driver’s seat of a car you know how to drive, but you’re bawling, panicking, flailing around like the steering wheel’s out to get you. You’re gonna hit a pedestrian. THE PEDESTRIAN IS YOU.

People forget that shifting is as limitless as you are. Shifting is you. Shifting has no rules. You have no rules. So why are you boxing shifting in? Why are you boxing yourself in? Why are you creating problems for something infinite? Why are you stepping into the identity of a finite being when you have the power to shift realities?

You weren’t born with limits. You were taught them. Conditioned to believe that things have to be hard, that you have to struggle, that you need to earn what’s already yours. But shifting doesn’t play by those rules, and neither do you. The only limits are the ones you keep dragging along with you.

“I’m quitting shifting. I still can’t shift even though I’ve tried XY and Z⏤”

This is you:

Side note: If you’ve read all this and you’re still frustrated, overwhelmed, confused, and sitting there like “I don’t know what to dooooo 😩”

Take. A. Break.

A day? Cool.

A week? Even better.

Two weeks? A whole month? Do it.

Take a break from shifting, from overthinking, from spiraling down every forum post and Reddit thread like it’s gonna reveal the secret of the universe. Because if you’ve hit that point where nothing sticks, every piece of advice goes in one ear and out the other, every answer feels wrong, and you’re waiting for some magical piece of advice to make you shift, guess what? You need to calm the FAQ down.

Maybe your brain’s flashing red lights like “WARNING: SYSTEM OVERLOAD” and you’re out here ignoring it, treating frustration and exhaustion like it’s another problem to fix instead of a big ol’ sign that your mind needs a nap and a snack.

Let it chill. Recharge. You’re not losing progress; you’re just giving your brain a breather so when you come back, shifting feels like fun again, not a chore.

[zoe-oneesama]

have you ever thought of another power for the rooster and peacock miraculous?

For the Rooster, I realllllllyy like @imthepunchlord's Power Rewrite "Chicken Scratch", which is pretty straight forward in explanation (You "write" a rule out and the power makes it happen) but with the fun twist of it being like a Genie's Wish or Monkey's Paw where it can mess with you if you're not careful.

I also came up with my own, "Modify" (I need a better name for it, but I'm working off "Sublimation" so I won't be too hard on myself) which can shapeshift a person or object into something different but of similar make (animals to animals, metals to metals, etc). Mostly keeping it under the umbrella of bending things to your will a bit, but powers like that need limits - the current Rooster power is too limitless as is.

Unfortunately, I don't have a power upgrade idea for the Peacock. It and the Butterfly are pretty maxed out, like the only current limit they have is they can only create one akuma/sentibeing at a time, but Hawkmoth already worked around that and while the natural conclusion is "Oh as an upgrade, you can now make as many as you want", that's not like...fun.

Obviously starting from scratch, lots of people came up with great ideas for the Peacock during the Great Hiatus before it became canon. One of my favorites was Foresight - the ability to glimpse the future. Peacocks are generally linked with mysticism and with the eye motif, it lends itself to psychics, fortune telling, astral projection, all these old school "psychic" powers. But they went with the Butterfly Knock Off, okay boo.

[weebsinstash]

In your Cecil work, you mentioned how he’s seen reader naked with all monitors and stuff. But to be a little freaky/sinful, has he seen them also pleasuring themselves? I can only imagine the amount of murder he’d be willing to do for the unfortunates who decide to comment their enjoyment. If not if they have those Superman abilities, do you think they knew they were being spied on and took someone home to bone to mess with him.

You know how in the first season Cecil straight up tells Mark something along the lines of "the GDA knows everything about you, from your daily routine to the porn you jack off to". Well :)

Imagine in a "Nolan's child who hides their powers" scenario, or I guess just in general as a viltrumite/alien hybrid or someone who the government was always keeping tabs on for whatever reason, you suddenly develop your powers, but also, something more, and you can suddenly hear the buzzing and electrical hertz of the hidden cameras in your room. Like... what the fuck do you even do in response to that

God... god... remember in Death Note where Light predicted he was being watched by the police so he would do shit like read dirty magazines to maintain his cover of "behaving like a normal young man". Imagine you making the realization that like ... you had a daily or some real specific masturbation habit and you're like "oh fuck, I can't suddenly change what I'm doing or it might tip them off that I know something or make them suspicious"

Reader begrudgingly continuing to jack off like normal and you KNOW people are watching, for survival's sake. Reader having their first real conversation with Cecil as he's touring you through the GDA and you finally go "no bullshit" and hit him with the bluntness question possible, "so are you one of the men who watches the cameras in my bedroom or has it been someone else watching me masturbate" and it actually manages to make him stutter and stumble to answer

Cecil literally ordering everyone else out of the room whenever they're watching the footage and he knows you're about to jerk off, because, he's obsessed enough with you that not only does he see it as "protecting your modesty" but also he literally cannot stand knowing other people are seeing you in such an... intimate and vulnerable state. He's protecting you, obviously :) he's not a pervert, he promises--

Cecil having the utmost pokerface as he watches you pleasure yourself but his cheeks are still-- actually, he's technically covered in a synthetic skin so COULD HE even blush??? We're gonna pretend he does. Cecil trying to be all stonefaced but he can't stop his face from turning red and the way you manage to make him sweat

Ngl... I really like the idea of Reader who, upon unlocking their powers, basically becomes like, you took the fucking pill from Limitless and you become this, super memory unlocked brain capacity genius and you quickly pick up on how Cecil's heart rate increases whenever he talks to you and you compare it to, say, how he treats "equal threats" like Mark and Omniman and you quickly form the hypothesis he's got some weird crush on you. Maybe you test your theory out or try to trip him up by, say, hitting on another member of the Guardians or another superhero. Your superhearing picking up Cecil grinding his teeth from the other side of the room as you make some flirtatious inappropriate comment to a coworker or hero/alien you just met. I'd be out here giggling twirling a piece of hair around a finger, "so, is there a Mrs Battle Beast?" as Cecil then creates some diversion or reason to pull you away. "There's a mudslide in the Philippines and we need you to help the search and rescue efforts" "but you guys never ask me to help with shit like that?" "Just shut up and follow me"

Some... lose-lose scenario where you try to defy Cecil and the GDA and he won't let you and fabricates some justification for locking you away or putting some sort of method of control on or in you. You being completely restrained as Cecil tells you it's for your own good, for the planet's own good, until you "can calm down and see the light" and you can tell he's... suspiciously into it as he sees you completely at his mercy, even reaching out to touch your face, or even... other parts of you.

Donald just out here, "sir I brought you the documents you requested and-- sir do you have an erection watching the new recruit??? Are you peeping on their bedroom again??" "Shut up, Donald. Get your glasses fixed and do your damn job. I'm just watching them fight a giant alien monster"

You can't deny Cecil gets results, so everyone who has suspicions that he's being a lil... freaky... just has to put up with it or convince themselves they're imagining it, but... they're not :)

[astrstqr]

MAGIC ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏─── ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏禅 ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏[ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ FANTASY DR ͏ ͏͏ ͏]

yoncè: working on my black clover dr

& all my magic is op lmao

part 1 (?)

ABILITIES ! ✩

Spell Mimicry ͏ ͏ ͏✶ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏By observing or experiencing other mages' spells, the user can replicate those spells, adapting them to their own style and incorporating them into their magical arsenal

Adaptive Defense ͏ ͏ ͏✶ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏The user can form magical barriers and shields using different types of magic, effectively countering a wide range of attacks by switching to the appropriate elemental defense

Infinite Mana Reserve ͏ ͏ ͏✶ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏Unlike typical mages who have a finite mana pool, the power of the god within the 6th leaf provides the individual with an almost limitless supply of mana. This allows them to cast spells continuously without the usual constraints of mana depletion

Omni-Magic Mastery ͏ ͏✶ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏The grimoire allows the individual to instantly learn and perfectly execute any spell from any magic type, regardless of complexity or rarity. This ability bypasses the need for extensive study or practice, as the knowledge and proficiency are directly conferred by the godly power within the grimoire

Adaptive Resistance ͏ ͏✶ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏The individual's body and magic have an adaptive resistance that can counteract and nullify the effects of hostile magic directed at them. This includes immunity to elemental damage, curses, and magical traps, making them exceptionally resilient in combat

Divine Spellcasting ͏ ͏ ͏✶ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏The individual can combine different types of magic to create unique and powerful spells. For example, they can merge fire and wind magic to create devastating inferno tornadoes or blend healing and spatial magic to instantly heal allies from a distance

Godly Aura ͏ ͏ ͏✶ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏The presence of the god within the grimoire emanates a powerful aura that can enhance the magical abilities of nearby allies and intimidate foes. This aura can boost mana regeneration, increase spell potency, and provide a morale lift to comrades in battle

SPELLS ! ✩

✶ Divine Aegis: Summon a protective shield of holy light that grants temporary invulnerability and rapidly regenerates health for all allies within its radius.

✶ Rebirth Flame: A healing spell that engulfs a target in purifying flames, curing all ailments and restoring them to full health. It can even revive the recently fallen.

✶ Celestial Beacon: Summons a pillar of divine light that heals allies and damages enemies within its radius. It also dispels darkness and purifies corrupt magic.

✶ Sanctuary Field: Create a large, sacred area that nullifies all enemy magic and continuously heals and protects allies within its bounds.

✶ Eternal Spring: Summon a fountain of rejuvenating water that continuously heals and invigorates allies, curing even the most severe wounds and ailments over time.

✶ Luminous Halo: Create a halo of light above allies that continuously heals and shields them from harm, reflecting damage back at attackers.

✶ Phoenix Rebirth: Summon a phoenix that heals and revives fallen allies while attacking enemies with flames that purify and incinerate.

✶ Guardian Spirit: Call forth a spectral guardian that protects and fights alongside allies, boosting their defenses and morale.

✶ Equilibrium Beam: Fire a beam of balanced energy that neutralizes both dark and light magic. It can dispel enchantments, curses, and other magical effects, restoring balance to the battlefield.

✶ Harmonic Resonance: Create a resonating wave of magic that harmonizes with the spells of your allies, amplifying their effects and combining them into even more powerful versions.

✶ Harmonic Surge: Emit a resonant wave of balanced magic that harmonizes with and amplifies the effects of all nearby spells, boosting their power and efficiency.

✶ Mirage Army: Create an army of illusionary clones that can attack and distract enemies. These clones can mimic any spell you cast, confusing opponents and creating opportunities for real attacks.

✶ Mind’s Eye: Enter the mind of an enemy, gaining insight into their plans and temporarily controlling their actions. This spell requires intense focus and can be resisted by those with strong wills.

✶ Phantom Echoes: Conjures illusory duplicates of the caster that mimic their movements and actions, confusing enemies and making it difficult to target the real caster.

✶ Phantom Reality: Envelop the battlefield in an illusionary realm where you control all perceptions. Enemies are disoriented, seeing allies as foes and vice versa, creating chaos.

✶ Psychic Dominion: Extend your consciousness to control multiple enemies simultaneously, turning them against each other with precision and coordination.

✶ Arcane Eye: Summons a magical eye that can be sent to scout distant locations, relaying visual information back to the caster. The eye can move invisibly and pass through narrow openings.

✶ Chrono Lock: Temporarily freeze time around a target, rendering them immobile and unable to act. This can be used for strategic advantages in battle or to halt dangerous attacks.

✶ Dimensional Rift: Open a portal to transport yourself and allies across great distances instantly. This can also be used to trap enemies in a pocket dimension temporarily.

✶ Astral Projection: Separates the caster's spirit from their body, allowing them to explore the astral plane. The caster can move through walls and observe distant places, but their body is left vulnerable.

✶ Arcane Mark: Places a magical sigil on a surface or object, which can be used to track, identify, or communicate with the caster. The mark is invisible to all except those with magical sight.

✶ Chrono Blade: Create a sword that slices through time, allowing you to cut through defenses and create temporal distortions that slow down or speed up targets.

✶ Ethereal Warp: Instantly teleport to any location, leaving behind a decoy that explodes with magical energy when struck.

✶ Time Echo: Leave a temporal afterimage that repeats your previous actions, doubling your attack and defensive capabilities for a short period.

✶ Temporal Anchor: Fixes a point in time as an anchor, allowing the caster to return to that moment if needed. This spell can undo mistakes or evade dangerous outcomes but has a limited duration.

yoncè speaks: honestly i just be giving stuff i scripted for myself lol

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

sky high!au | m.g. x gn!reader

it’s weird going to a high school specifically meant for kids with superpowers, big or small, it makes the four years a little worse for tormenting. some kid got pants by a speedster, and when he tried to run his laces were tied together causing him to trip on the linoleum floor.

high school was hell.

you don’t even know why you go to the school, the ability to rearrange molecules causing them to phase shift wasn’t really great when you can only do small things. pretty sure there’s a rotting apple hiding in the science rooms walls.

at least you had close friends at the school. samantha wilkins, but she prefers her middle name eve more from peers. now that girl is a superhero, with the ability to see atoms and create limitless possibilities-such a badass. rex sloan was another…acquaintance if you could call him that. he causes explosions, big or small just by the touch of his fingers, number one trouble maker (he’s got his own seat in detention).

and then there’s mark grayson, son of omni-man. and he’s gifted with the ability to-to- no one is sure of that yet. for now he’s the only ‘normal’ kid attending the school due to his family status. and he happens to be your childhood best friend along with being neighbors, from séance dog role playing in his backyard to having him help you practice your powers at the age of seven. he was your biggest supporter.

“i feel this would make a killer magic act. maybe we could get into competitions!” mark bounced on his bed from excitement and you just smiled shyly, keeping your knees tucked close to your chest.

“i don’t know…it’s not really good if i can only do a paper clip. kinda lame power i have.” grumbling to yourself. your parents were veteran heros, always saving the world and stopping interglacial wars. you’d never raise to their level.

“hey,” mark poked a finger into your chubby cheek. you sided eyed him gently, no annoyance in your gaze just peering at him. “i think you’re cool.” you scuffed, “you’re just saying that cause your my friend. you’d understand if you had my powers compared to my parents.”

“you’re right, i’m saying that cause i’m your friend. but also i know what it’s like, comparing yourself to others. heck my dad is freaking omni-man! that’s the biggest comparison to date, but i don’t let it stop me. we’re still young, by high school things will be better.”

“hey killer.” blinking your eyes rapidly from a sudden memory, mark was walking into your space. the yellow collar of his shirt popping out to sit at the top of his dark blue striped sweater, one hand tucked into the pocket of his khaki pants. his hair was neatly combed with a bit of gel keeping it in place except for one stray hair that swayed in the wind, it made him look romantic.

“hi marky, ready for today?” talking in the courtyard as you waited for the bell to ring. today was a monthly powers assessment, there were two categories. hero and sidekick. eve and rex have been placed in hero specific classes while you and mark are sidekicks.

a crooked smile brightened mark’s pretty features, “i am actually. got a big surprise for everyone.” jumping his brows conspicuously. you didn’t have time to ask since the bell took its cue signaling the next period. you sighed, “let’s get this over with.”

-

“alright twerps! you know the drill by now. i’m gonna terrorize you and you best keep yourself intact cause i’m not calling the janitor for clean up duty. now first up…amanda johnson.”

everyone was silent, waiting to see the new meat. a young girl stepped through and onto the platform, she couldn’t be more than thirteen at least. coach just stared her down for a moment, “uh…how old are you?”

“seventeen but my powers cause my aging to turn backwards. now are we gonna do this or what?” you liked her. coach stedman just shrugged then blew his whistle loud, it was worse than a screaming cat.

a giant bus suddenly dropped from the ceiling and everyone gasped but then a cloud of smoke appeared and in amanda’s place was a giant green monster around eight feet maybe. murmurs went through the crowd at the mysterious creature, who set the dinged up vehicle to the side and turned back into the junior. she wiped her hands together, “anything else?”

coach stared wide-eyed, speechless for a moment before clearing his throat. “uh hero, but only do that when necessary. and instructed by your teachers.” and he waved her off calling up another girl.

she had short black hair and was wearing a tight purple top with a mini skirt. “katherine cha, how will you amaze us today?”

“actually i prefer kate and i duplicate.” her rhyme followed with a demonstration of five more exact replicas standing behind her, each one doing a different pose. “hero. now mark grayson, get your butt up here.”

you patted his shoulders, “be careful.” he just threw a smile over his shoulder as he walked onto the platform. coach crossed his arms followed with a deep sigh, “any new developments grayson, or are you still weaker than my eighty year old mother? at least she can lift ten pounds.” a small murmur and giggle spread through the crowd of on lookers while you just rolled your eyes at the comments.

all mark said was, “can she do this?” and started to hover off the ground then floated to the top of the gym ceiling before descending down. your jaw dropped, he got his powers, and didn’t tell you. coach stedman clapped slowly, “well well, nice show. anything else? super strength?” a mechanical dummy shot up and without a thought mark swung a fist causing the head to pop off and roll to the other side of the room.

it was silent then, “ladies and gentlemen, mark grayson, your new hero!”

-

“try grabbing a book through your locker. it’s not too thick a metal with a light object, just pretend it’s already open and there’s nothing in your way.” eve suggests while helping you practice your powers.

a deep exhale through your nose as you let the tips of your fingers rest against the cool light blue metal. you tried to make yourself feel weightless, just a simple breeze passing through the trees. you felt the spine of your book in your grasp, then quickly retracted your arm back to your side. a small paper back was your trophy.

“i-i did it. i did it!” thrilled at this achievement, small one, but one none the less for yourself. eve clapped beside you, “see just a little concentration goes a long way, in no time you’ll be joining me in hero classes.”

that got you to quiet down a bit, “apparently mark is getting that first.” a gasped followed, “no way! he finally got his powers?”

a nod, “yep. flying and strength, your typical hero package.” letting your fingers run against the aging paper, a baby frown staining your face.

eve hummed, “he didn’t tell you first did he? just gave everyone a big surprise.” understanding your sour mood.

“it’s not like he has to, but it would’ve been nice. i mean he was there when i accidentally fell through my bedroom floor thus causing me to sprain my ankle. why couldn’t he just hover outside my window?” pouting like a baby.

“why the hell did i just see grayson in my civilian protection class?” rex slides up beside you, casually throwing an arm over your shoulders. “did he finally hit powers puberty?”

eve rolled her eyes, “technically him and y/n are both biologically born with powers, while you and i have a bit of altered dna. it’s like growing plants, takes time and patience.”

“blah blah blah,” rex acting like his usual immature self.

…

a/n: just something i thought of. let me know if this is something yall would be interested in, just a more pg version of their world so more fluff less angst.

[eamour]

manifestation rules

everybody has a different set of beliefs when it comes to manifesting, determining their journey. some believe that nothing unfavourable can manifest for them, some believe that they can get whatever they want even if they react to their outer reality, ... whatever you choose to believe in creates the basis for the way you go about manifesting your desires. therefore, it's always nice to make manifesting easier and more effortless by sticking to certain rules that can protect, guide and make you feel more at ease while manifesting a certain desire.

applying the rules

it's totally up to you: you can make all of these your new rules or just pick a few new ones that resonate with you the most. the way you make these rules "work" is by simply declaring that this is now your new way of manifesting! don't worry, you don't have to learn them all by heart but remind yourself of them in times of manifesting. it's the most affective when you don't overcomplicate it!

here are the rules

whatever i want, wants me more

everything conspires in my favour

i am the only creator in my reality

the world revolves around me

i’m the main character and always get my happy ending

i am destined to win and succeed

everything is rigged in my favour

i easily manifest

manifesting is very easy for me

it’s all in my command and under my control

i am in charge of pretty much everything

there’s only one operant power and that’s me

i always get everything i want in my life

i was made to rule both dimensions

everything always falls into place for me

it all perfectly works out for me 

i never chase, i attract

everything i want is easily given to me

i have it all

i’m a master manifestor

i’m a pro at manifesting

whatever i desire is already mine

i’m the blueprint

i’m way too perfect not to have it all

all of my desires are meant for me

i effortlessly manifest the life of my dreams

everything is always about me

i am the prize, everything chases me

i decide what happens next

i am the god of my reality

i’m the master of my destiny

my desires are done deal 

everything is mine for the taking

i have my desires simply because i say so

as the god of my reality, it is my right to have everything i want

i get everything i desire since everything i say, goes

life is a game and i keep winning

i never fail to get what i want

it’s impossible for me to fail

not getting what i wish for isn’t possible

“failure” doesn’t exist in my life

others might not succeed but that doesn't go for me

i manifest quickly, effortlessly and instantly

my desires materialise very fast

i always get whatever i want whenever i want it

everything i want is being handed to me instantly

whatever i desire is mine in the very moment

i get whatever i want as soon as possible

i manifest regardless of everything and anything

there is no such thing as “impossible”, “illogical” or “unlikely” to manifest

circumstances don’t matter

the outside world doesn't affect me in any way

nothing can hinder my manifestation process

i cannot not get my desire

no one can stop me from attaining the life i want

the 3D immediately conforms

everything always works out perfectly for me

i am limitless

my abilities are infinite

anything is totally malleable 

i can change reality to my liking

the world only shows me what i wish to see

i mould my own world

in imagination, i have it all

regardless of any circumstances, i get whatever i like

intrusive thoughts, doubts or worries cannot influence my manifestations

the 3D quickly reflects my desires

my outer world shows me my inner world

negativity doesn’t exist for me

i am protected from anything undesirable

unfavourable thoughts never manifest for me

with love, ella.

[a-d-nox]

pac/pap: a love life check-up

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pile one

you’ve been through a lot in love - that’s past relationships, disappointments, or emotional struggles. you might feel guarded, cautious, or even a little weary when it comes to opening your heart again. however, this card is also a sign of resilience. you haven’t given up on love, but you’re in a phase where you’re protecting yourself and evaluating whether love is worth the risk.

your ideal relationship is one that offers emotional depth, excitement, and multiple possibilities. you seek a dreamy, almost fantastical connection, but it also warns against illusions. your perfect partner is someone who brings clarity to your romantic life, helping you move past confusion or unrealistic expectations. this could mean you desire a love that feels limitless, but one that is also grounded in reality.

take a practical, slow, and steady approach to love. love is about learning, patience, and building a strong foundation. you should focus on personal growth, setting clear intentions, and being open to love as a long-term investment rather than a fleeting romance. whether that means working on self-worth, improving communication, or being intentional about dating, you’re being called to embrace love as something that requires effort, curiosity, and persistence.

pile two

you’re moving away from deception, self-sabotage, or uncertainty in love. this could mean you’ve recently uncovered the truth about a situation, realized unhealthy patterns, or decided to be more honest with yourself about what you want in a relationship. there’s a sense of no longer running away from your emotions or settling for half-truths - now, you’re ready for something real.

your perfect relationship is one that feels complete, fulfilling, and expansive. you want a love that brings a sense of wholeness, growth, and purpose - whether through deep emotional connection, shared life goals, or even travel and new experiences together. you seek a partner who has a mature, well-rounded perspective - someone who has learned from their past and is ready for a meaningful, lasting connection.

you may need to focus on self-care, self-worth, and nurturing yourself before you can fully receive the kind of love you desire. you might be neglecting your own needs - whether that’s emotionally, physically, or spiritually. true love starts from within, and if you’ve been over-giving or feeling disconnected from your feminine energy, it’s time to pour that love back into yourself.

pile three

you’re in a healing phase, recovering from past heartbreak, disappointment, or emotional wounds. while you may not be fully over what hurt you, there’s a sense that you’re starting to move forward. you might be working through lingering pain, but you’re also learning valuable lessons about love, boundaries, and what you truly deserve.

your perfect relationship is one that feels light, supportive, and free of unnecessary burdens. you want a love that brings ease, not stress - one where both partners share responsibilities rather than one person carrying all the weight. this suggests a relationship where you can be yourself without feeling drained, and where emotional labor is shared rather than overwhelming.

you may need to rebuild confidence in your ability to manifest the love you desire. feelings of self-doubt, missed opportunities, or even subconscious limiting beliefs are blocking you from creating the relationship you want. now is the time to recognize your own power - are you unknowingly holding yourself back? are you settling for less than you deserve? trust that you have everything you need to attract the right love, but you need to believe in your own worth and abilities first.

[astra-ravana]

Navigating Your Own Astral Mindscape

Your astral mindscape is the personal, internal realm of your consciousness—a vast, shifting landscape where your subconscious mind, spiritual essence, and energetic body converge. It is both a sanctuary and a place for exploration, healing, and self-discovery. Learning to navigate this space can deepen your understanding of yourself, enhance psychic abilities, and strengthen your connection to astral realms.

Understanding the Astral Mindscape

Your mindscape is a mental-astral projection of your consciousness, shaped by thoughts, emotions, memories, and subconscious symbols. It can appear as:

• A dreamlike world with familiar and unfamiliar locations.

• A personal temple or sanctuary where your energy resides.

• A labyrinth of shifting symbols, reflecting deep psychological and spiritual truths.

• A gateway to deeper astral realms, spirit communication, or past-life exploration.

Unlike traditional astral projection, which involves traveling to external astral planes, mindscape navigation is an internal journey where you explore and shape your own inner reality.

Preparing for Astral Mindscape Exploration

Before diving in, set up a safe, focused space for practice:

1. Grounding & Centering

• Breathwork: Slow, deep breathing to calm the mind.

• Energy Anchoring: Visualize roots growing from your feet, grounding you into the Earth.

• Mantras: Use affirmations such as “I am safe. I am in control. I navigate with clarity.”

2. Creating a Protective Shield

• Imagine a sphere of white or golden light around you.

• Call upon a spirit guide, deity, or guardian for protection.

• Carry a protective talisman (such as a black tourmaline, pentagram, or protective sigil).

3. Setting an Intention

Before entering your mindscape, decide your goal:

• Healing past wounds

• Finding guidance from spirit allies

• Strengthening psychic abilities

• Exploring past-life memories

• Building a personal astral sanctuary

Entering Your Astral Mindscape

Method 1: Meditation Gateway (Ideal for beginners)

• Close your eyes and relax deeply.

• Imagine a doorway, portal, or staircase in your mind.

• Step through it, entering your personal mental-astral realm.

• Observe what appears—do not force anything.

• Move through your environment, noting landscapes, symbols, or beings you encounter.

• When ready, return through the portal, grounding yourself back in your body.

Method 2: Lucid Dreaming Entry (Best for deep subconscious access)

• Before sleep, affirm: “Tonight, I will enter my mindscape with awareness.”

• Keep a dream journal to track recurring locations, symbols, or themes.

• Use lucidity triggers, such as hand-checking or reality affirmations, to recognize when you are dreaming.

• Once lucid, shift focus inward, asking: “Where is my mindscape?”

• Explore with intention, gathering insights from your subconscious.

Method 3: Guided Visualization (For structured exploration)

• Imagine yourself in a void—a vast space of limitless potential.

• Picture the environment shaping itself around you- A temple, a forest, a castle, an endless ocean—whatever resonates.

• If uncertain, ask: “What does my mind look like?” and let the scene emerge.

• Walk through this space, interacting with objects, doors, or entities.

• Take mental notes of anything significant—everything has meaning.

Mapping & Interacting with Your Mindscape

Once inside, you’ll find key locations that serve as powerful points of transformation.

Common Mindscape Structures & Their Meanings:

• The Sanctuary: A safe space, often appearing as a temple, garden, or home.

• The Mirror Room: A place where you face your true self, hidden aspects, or past identities.

• The Library or Archive: Holds records of your soul’s knowledge, memories, and past lives.

• The Abyss: A void where suppressed fears, trauma, or deep truths reside.

• The Gateway: A portal to external astral planes or deeper subconscious layers.

• A Garden: Growth, creativity, and healing energy.

• A Castle or Fortress: Strong walls and locked doors. Your defenses, inner strength, and self-protection.

• A Dark Cave or Locked Door: Hidden trauma, fears, repressed memories, secrets, or untapped potential.

Interacting with Your Mindscape:

• Speak to Entities: Some beings may represent aspects of yourself, spirit guides, or guardians.

• Alter the Landscape: You have control—if something feels unsafe, change it.

• Write Everything Down: Keeping a Mindscape Journal helps track patterns and growth.

Advanced Techniques for Deeper Exploration

1. Shadow Work in the Mindscape

• Visit dark or hidden areas, recognizing suppressed aspects of yourself.

• Ask entities: “What do you represent?”

• Face fears safely by observing rather than reacting.

• Bring light into darkness, healing wounds by offering love and acceptance.

2. Strengthening Astral Constructs

• Create permanent structures, like a protection temple or energy wellspring.

• Reinforce portals for astral travel beyond your mindscape.

• Program guardian spirits or sigils into your space for continued protection.

3. Inviting Spirit Guides & Higher Knowledge

• Call upon deities, ancestors, or totem animals.

• Ask direct questions: “What must I learn?” and listen for responses.

• Receive symbolic messages, later analyzing their deeper meanings.

4. Astral Projection & Mindscape Expansion

• Find a high place (a tower, mountaintop, or floating island).

• Set the intent to project beyond yourself.

• Visualize leaving your mindscape while maintaining awareness.

5. Strengthening Protection

• A protective wall or boundary around key areas.

• A guardian spirit or familiar stationed at the entrance.

• A shield of light around yourself when exploring.

Safely Exiting the Mindscape

It’s crucial to leave your mindscape properly to avoid lingering in an altered state.

Closing the Session:

• Visualize returning to a door, portal, or staircase leading back to waking consciousness.

• Affirm: “I return to my body, fully present and grounded.”

• Take deep breaths and wiggle fingers/toes.

• Drink water and write down insights immediately.

Exploring your astral mindscape is a lifelong practice that deepens with time. As you return, you may find it changing—reflecting your personal growth and challenges. Trust your intuition, move at your own pace, and always practice with intent.

Relevant Posts

۞ On Astral Travel

۞ The Advantage Of Dream Work

[adannamdi]

Writing A Main Villain And Hidden Mstermind

VILLAINS

Villains are my absolute worst and absolute favorite characters to write. They can be morally gray, complex, or driven by the wrong motivations. Sometimes they’re fan favorites, and sometimes they’re nightmares. They might work alone, in pairs, or as part of a hidden network—but you won’t know unless the writer reveals it.

However, not all villains are the same. There are different kinds, each with their own level of intelligence, cunning, and approach to achieving their goals.

TYPES OF VILLAINS

The Brute Villain

These villains rely on strength, intimidation, and power rather than strategy. They crave domination but lack foresight, making them easy to manipulate or deceive. They flaunt their abilities, believing themselves invincible—until their downfall.

They can be outwitted with the right timing, distractions, or by exploiting their weaknesses—whether that’s greed, lust, or arrogance.

The Seductive Villain

These villains manipulate through desire—not necessarily through sex, but by preying on ambition, pride, or insecurity. They use charm and deception to turn people into pawns, slowly poisoning their minds with subtle manipulation.

Imagine a married man ensnared by a seductress—not only does she fulfill his desires, but she also brainwashes him into giving her what she needs, all while dismantling his life from the inside.

The Shadow Villain (The Puppet Master)

These villains never act directly. They stay hidden, watching, waiting, and pulling the strings while others execute their plans. Their hands are clean, but they orchestrate chaos from behind the scenes.

Think of a corrupt politician running a criminal empire while maintaining the image of a noble leader. The arrests, murders, and schemes are carried out by underlings, while the mastermind remains untouchable.

The Hidden Mastermind (The Most Dangerous One)

Unlike the shadow villain, the hidden mastermind is always two steps ahead. They have backup plans, loyal followers, and limitless resources. They manipulate events with precision and are nearly impossible to track.

Imagine a superhero chasing a faceless enemy—he knows the villain’s voice, maybe a vague silhouette, but nothing more. The villain could sit across from the hero, sipping tea, and still remain undetected.

Or picture this: a murder takes place in a park. The victim’s partner reports it—seemingly an innocent bystander. But as the protagonist digs deeper, they realize the partner is the true mastermind, orchestrating everything. Yet, without proof, only the hired killer is arrested while the real villain walks free.

FINAL THOUGHTS

Villains should challenge the protagonist, push the plot forward, and create tension. Their impact should be felt throughout the story, even if their presence isn’t immediately obvious.

Next week, I’ll be discussing why character occupations matter in mystery writing. Be sure to follow and like for more content!

[seb-owns-these-tatas]

Stinky B*tch (G.S Oneshot)

Characters: Gojo Satoru x Fem! reader

Summary: It was dinner time with your husband when your son has suddenly spouted such a derogatory word that has earned your disappointment for him. Hence, as Satoru had his man to man prattles with his child, turns out he was experiencing such upsetting situations no matter how you both try to let him live a normal youth unlike his father did.

Warnings: Fluff and giggles. Domesticated Gojo but still has the aspects of Jujutsu in it, your son has a potty mouth. Your son is spoiled because Gojo loves spoiling the heck out of his 'first' born, the son also has his abilities and skills, Gojo being a sucker for you and his son. He's also entirely whipped for you too.

A/N: This was a oneshot I have created 1-2 years ago. Enjoy this lovely, domesticated fluffy oneshot for Satoru Gojo. I'm missing him so bad, I think it's time I start writing again.

REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE SUPER-DUPER HIGHLY APPRECIATED! IT GIVES ME SUCH MOTIVATION! 

Words: 3.3k+

Disclaimer: Please do not repost any of my works on another website. (ALSO I AM CURRENTLY DRUNK SO I APOLOGIZE FOR NOT RECHECKING THE WHOLE THING HEHEHE)

"What was that?"

The strongest had felt his son take an obscure pebble that was trying to fuck up with his limitless and haphazardly threw it right at him, hitting him on the forehead without even his ability turned on. This disparaging activity being such a tactless occurrence he had experience in the first place.

"What did you just say to your mummy?"

There was nothing you could do but heave a heavy sigh, your temples beginning to ache from being confronted at such a rough time especially when you were handling two---no, scratch that---three children at once within your household.

One was an inevitable, intensive man-child, two was a budding reciprocation---the entirety or simply to say, a carbon-copy of Satoru Gojo in the flesh whilst the other...

...was an expected, budding princess ought to be born on earth on the succeeding month ahead.

Hence, which is why your son's fresh, thriving rebellious junctures weren't really helping a lot in your part when you were halfway through your pregnancy.

"Let me hear that again," Inchmeal, Satoru had announced like he was walking on a thread. His attempts to hoodwink on his son's caustic comment while the three of you were having supper. The disbelief heavy and lingering on his tongue, "...just one more time for daddy's in denial sake,"

With patent emphasis, Satoru had leaned back against his dining chair, crossed his taut arms and uncrossed his long legs, drooped before your son to raise the glass on preparing him for another reality check which has been happening back and forth. Gojo alsohad intentionally---well, dramatically dropped his metal chopsticks by hearing such malapert words coming out of his son's mouth during dinner. Hooked by the bolshie attitude that the child was giving towards you---the both of you---with him included since he felt like this also rebounded towards Satoru, also taking the verbose hits your son has declared.

"She's a she-devil." your son had repeated, paraphrasing his words because he had a gut feeling that it was a reckless mistake to have said it out loud. Though, your son still kept his tones utmost crude to the core and never backing down just like how Satoru would within the young, adolescence period and even during the present climate period when he was talking with the higher ups.

"No-no, not that. I think it started with a letter 'B'. Regardless, that's still a grotty thing to say to your momma'. But, thatwasn't what I really heard. That's not really it, I tell ya'." it felt like Satoru Gojo was confronting himself on this one. The churlish, audacious meeting him up through an imperishable wall made for him to break. "Don't go changing your words and put on your big boy pants right at this moment. If you're going to keep up with your presumptuous mouth with us---especially, with me around---at least, brag to me about it."

"---Momma's a bitchy stinker."your son stated point-blank, his bright, celestial blue eyes clashing with your husbands'. "...A bitchy...stinker." he repeated again, tone all flimsy now but persistent nevertheless.

You've weighed up the tremendous resemblance of your son and Satoru together and If he weren't yours---if you hadn't mothered this one; if you hadn't delivered this white haired boy with goodly, blest blue eyes, you would have been intimidated and felt otherworldly recognition by this child alone.

"Alright! Knew you were going to say it again and never surrender. That never runs in my blood. Our blood, lil 'bud. You're my son, a Gojo. What do I even expect?" Satoru pulled his wooden chair closer to the dining table, pulling between his manspreaded legs. The movement creating a loud squeak from how he heavily dragged it, making you and your son wince. His son's attitude towards you setting him off, "I really heard it loud and clear. First of all..." Your husband forewarn, taking quite a slow pace at it.

You've calmly laid your chopsticks down, sighing another. Your fisted knuckles supporting the weight of your face over the table as you silently watched the reprimanding scene unfold right before your very own eyes, pliable to witness your husband's admonishments for your son's disobedience which has been mushrooming in dreadful times and conditions.

"That was exceptionally rude of you." pause. "Very...very ill-bred, young man!"

"Like father, like son. I told you, Toru." you've droned, utmost feeling another nauseous headache coming in, "He's got all of your personality and behavior. Like when you were just a kid and even in this life time period. He's growing up in such an identical state and it's stressing me out. Were you really this toffee-nosed?"

Gojo seemed to be taken aback, his large palm dreading to be placed right above his chest as he dramatically reacted, "Toffee-nosed? How the hell would you know that, Sweets?! We haven't even met yet when I was a child!"

"Your face was really...kickable when you were around this age."

"Oi, oi, oi! I was extremely cute, adorable, handsome, cherubic and---!" he was immediately cut off from his own gasconading roisters before getting driven to distraction.

"You basically shown me your 'life stage' pictures. I've seen it and kept copies of it." you've languidly blinked back, turning your head away to take a glimpse upon your son again who was looking awfully familiar just like his father. Even with the way he was simply surveying both of your harmless banters, he was a hundred percent mirror image of Satoru.

He'd even had that off-putting, winsome grimace when your son was undeniably irked by what he witnesses around him.

No wonder your son's existence alone screams that he's Gojo Satoru's offspring.

"And?" your man-child husband quipped, nudging a lenient elbow alongside before leaning in, limbs embracing you with his warmth; his palm sailing across the peaked hill of your gravid tummy. Satoru had instigated a peck along your temple, sensing that you were coming close towards your grouchy, pregnancy state. "I was definitely cute, was I? you basically kept those birth pictures of mine! you just admitted it!"

"Pretty cute." you've wholeheartedly agreed, shrugging your shoulders and playing along. Sardonic verbal attacks bounded to be catapulted as you've taken your husband's chin, angling his mouth towards yours. All of a sudden, those hormones you're bearing through this pregnancy, desiring to receive kisses as you went on from giving him audible, sweet busses on his moisturized lips.

That he had gladly welcomed to take, expressing his ninny or simping zeals with audible giggles that buzzed when your lips collided for a short moment. Your husband's twitterpatted behavior terribly being seen as a cloying moment for your son to belch because he was in the midst of throwing a shit fit. If he was not caught in between his father's chiding situation, he would've reacted just like your husband would with things he did not like or agreed to.

Yet, given the circumstance, your son chose the latter because Satoru will---and most definitely would raise his feet upwards, head down over a skyscraping tower because Satoru eventually learned and vulnerably accepted not to be ashamed of experiencing this sort of emotions---true love that any other human deserved to have and he would not like his son to grow up being detached towards the idea of it all.

Hence, your husband was bound and devoted to show him that he was suitable to experience that too in the future.

You've stifled your grins, Satoru trying to with hold the mushy pecks through and through, yet you've halted him midway, making him press a bedewed kiss on your palm. Your mouth spitting sarcasm, "You were cute, but still, with a kickable, pretty, adorable rude face to begin with."

Satoru couldn't help but grouch at that.

His nose wincing. White brows furrowed together as his upper lip pursed to express his scowl, the appearance literally a dead ringer for what his son was appearing to be during present time.

You've shook your head at them, disdained by how the events switched by Satoru's tantivy, distracted opportunity. Your mere sweet kisses able to make him forget what he was ought to do in the first place, "Whatever, don't you BOTH go pouting at me tonight. I'm too stressed to handle this. Go deal with your son---,"

Gojo pursed his lip further, even competing with his son's brooding mood, "Ours. Our son. We made him both together." your husband sent an exaggerated huff, not even bothering to watch his mouth for the succeeding thought he wanted to make clear.

"---we made him both together when you were begging for me to breed you on December 17---my birthday---at exactly 12:24 AM when you roused me off our sleep cuddles with whiny shakes on my shoulders, planting needy kisses on my---!"

"Not---!" your husband's rebarbative rambles and PG 18+ recalls had you unprepared. You've given him the stink eye before continuing your train of thought, shushing him mid-sentence,"---until he learns to apologize for saying rude stuff right at my face while we're eating dinner." you've laid it down, settling it once and for all as you stood up with a hand over your round stomach, supporting the growing bun in the oven.

"Calling me a bitchy stinker for taking his toys and unlinking your bank account on Roblox."

"Roblox? Oh, that game. Was he just trying to buy something for himself? We're rich-y-rich. You could've let him have everything he wants, baby. It's fine."Satoru have droned, rodomontading the prosperous side he always had since birth.

You've stood your ground this time, the bad mood swings taken a thorough toll on you. Finally addressing the elephant in the room as to why your son began reacting that way when Satoru came home during dinner. As much as he could, Gojo was trying to at least cease the double duties because you were close to due date. But, also mainly keeping it not so surreptitious that he was being slothful at the same time.

"He was having multiple accounts, Toru. Cashing millions---come to think of it--- Millions of Robux that has been linked in your bank account just to make more accounts further. I asked him what he was going to do about it and he answered, 'nothing, Leave it be. Why are you even looking at my stuff anyway?' besides, what's he gonna do with millions of Robux? buy the game and be the developer instead?"

Your husband was quick to send his son a look, wiggling his frosty white brows like he had forgotten his entire reason upon why he began to admonish him from the very beginning, "What'cha say, bud? wanna be a stockholder of the game? or better yet..." Satoru playfully lingered his spiels, sounding like he was carrying on a top-secret information that only the both of them could hear.

"---wanna buy the Roblox Corporation for your well-being?"

Your son's eyes widened, all big and atrociously gleamering specks of blues with pinpricks of the firmament as well. Hedidn't even think twice upon nodding his head; his pouts quickly disappearing at that as he grinned just like his father was reciprocating him for.

"Can we poppa'?! Can we?!"

"Of course, we can. I can and I will. Always, for you. So, d'ya wanna?"

Knowing Satoru's spontaneity and adoration he has for his first born son---not even having the princess that was bound to be birthed out yet---your husband would do everything for the sake of his boy's delights and unnecessary requests.

"Don't go spoiling his crude mouth tonight, SA-TO-RU. I'm not in the mood." you've raised both of your hands, halfway as a gesture of surrender. Tone all done to avoid their immature behaviors. The emphasis on filling your husband's name per vowel was enough for Gojo to deeply assess that you were on the verge of having him sleep on the couch or beside his son's bed---probably being on the floors again.

Your husband had felt himself release a crooked grin that technically looked like you were bound to hit him with a pan tonight.

"On second thought!" Satoru had took one step on that reckless decision he had and after hearing your tones and recognizing that timbre and emphasis on the call of his birth name, the Gojo Satoru suddenly had his pace walking back two steps behind for that. The strongest sounding like he was being held back with a leash and tugging once or twice upon his own reigns, "...I'll decide on it until mummy' agrees to our secret business proposal, lil' bud. That's for sure! Heh. She comes down in favor for getting the verdict on this one."

"Spoil him when he has done good things. Bum, bad children don't deserve to get their toys back."

"That---that's not fair! I-I'm not a bum! DON'T CWALL ME A BUM. I'm not even a bad child, mummy!" your son have huffed out loud, words altering towards sounding gibberish like he was fighting off a quivering mouth, Though, there came along was a headstrong tantrum coming to pop out loud like fireworks in the sky that was ought to rebound along the four corners of the household as he kicked his foot together under the table, scraping them both in attempts to lever down his childish outbursts.

"Don't call me mummy, Goro. I'm a bitchy stinker, aren't I?"

Goro Gojo. That was what you and Satoru chose and agreed to name him when he was born to the world. The word Goro having to come from the word 'Enlightened son.'

"I'm also not your mummy for tonight. I don't recall having a mean, BAD son calling me a bitch anyway."

You've seen Goro's pouty lips entirely tremble at that, knowing he was bound to burst crying to his father soon. Perhaps, it was not all of Satoru's personality he had. The child partly also has yours with his heart being worn on his sleeves when stuff like this happens; whenever he creates his own mistakes.

Howbeit, you had to quickly turn around your heels and avoid the crestfallen image he was in, so you wouldn't be able to turn this chides into nonsense abiding that you've passed the responsibility onto your husband tonight.

Knowing damn well yourself, you would have grabbed and hugged him so tight just to stop him from wailing because of your serious, tongue-lashing. He was your son, after all. An absolute sweet one either if he was not caught up in his tantrums and for whatever reasons he had for all the purchases he did.

"Satoru," you've given your husband the side-eye, clearly getting the message with one pellucid call of his birth name, over and above that was the vague difference of your expressions and the way your body have started to strain in discomfited mannerisms that only Gojo could have the gumption for. "...I'll be in our room. I don't really feel good. You take charge for this matter. She's been kicking up a fuss inside me earlier this afternoon. You already know this, Pookie."

You were swift enough to leave the dining room. But, not before walking a few strides close to Satoru so you could lean down and give him a peck on the cheek. In which, he had grabbed onto your jaw, wanting more than just cheek kisses as his gaze settled for your lips with utmost deprivation for a succulent smooch, landing one as he audibly could.

"I get it. Go rest, Sweets. Leave him to me. It's nothing I couldn't handle anyway." he reached out for another, his hand rested alongside your jaw, firm but gentle. "...Mmh, love you,"

"I love you too, Toru. I trust you on this. Be serious about it, kay?" there was another pause that had Satoru spit out a flurry, breathy laugh, "...or you're getting your shut-eye in the brisk, solitary guest room tonight and not even beside your son anymore because he's going to be taking your spot on the mattress."

With that, you've left the dining room, leaving all the young, whippersnapper pitches to Satoru's part for tonight.

"Ah, see what you did," your husband started, the echoes of your pit-a-pats fading as you walked away. Your son manifesting a delinquent child before Satoru with his cheerless aura, "...and that was all because of your rude mouth. Now, you gotta' deal with the consequences when you choose to argue with mummy, lil' bud."

It was best to say that getting you riled up was not the best idea despite of Satoru being a teacher. To be honest, he was rather a lenient one in terms of a well-deserved rap on the knuckles towards his students and especially---most importantly, with his child.

Your husband intentionally had to sigh out loud for his uncivil demeanors, never even managing to finish half of his sentence when his own son had cut him off from the white lies he was delusional about, "...This is the time you should listen to me because I rarely gamble with mummy's fiery episodes---,"

"Didn't we slept together in the same room last night, poppa'?" Goro had pondered, blinking out his wide peepers back with a snotty sniff, trying to stifle upon crying out loud when it was finally the time for Satoru to handle his paroxysm of weepings, "I remember your cursed spirit cradle tales last night while you snuggled with me on the floors!"

"That's not the point of all this, it's not about me this time. Let's forget about that for a while. Forget about the darn cursed spirits just this once," your husband had cleared his throat, paving to massage the nape of his neck from being called out by his own son, "Listen to me, Goro---my precious, handsome lil' bud,"

"Isn't this partly also because of you? you've been saying you were cute and all when momma' have been telling that it were all lies..."

"Hey!" Gojo had straightened on his seat, the chair squeaking once again as he crossed his legs, a reprimanding forefinger pointed right back towards your son in attempts to give him an earful that he should've been grateful that he was his father, "You better thank me for your exceptional genes you got there!"

Howbeit, Satoru never expected his honesty---such uprightness for what he felt the past few weeks when he started going to a normal kinder garden school that the both of you decided that he should have during his budding age.

"I should've looked like mummy instead," your son woefully whispered, catching Satoru off-guard that he had to audibly state his confusion out loud with a 'huh?', his hands motioning over his ears as if it has been plugged, Goro's candor turning him impaired to his hearing. The integrity of your son seemed to inherit from your genetics, yet his sheer bluntness for all appeared to be taken from Satoru.

"All the kids have been avoiding me and calling me a pretentious, rich, weirdo for this freaky white hair and glowing eyes and that I excel a whole lot with everything even if I try not to." your son begun swinging his feet under the wooden table, his robicund cheeks aired to the fore as he continued to grump. His head bowed down, avoiding the pondering surveys his father was giving him, "---They don't even try to be friends with me anymore. I only have online friends in my Roblux account, I just wanted to send gifts to my online friends so they won't leave me be because I---I feel very lonely,"

Occurring for the first time, Satoru could not procure himself to utter out a word or two for hearing his own son's school of thought that calls attention to what he was currently experiencing during his second to third week education in a traditional, garden-variety nursery school.

To say that Satoru also had his winded, big, celestial peepers blinking back at his son like he had domain expansion-ed his father was enough to establish that Gojo have been lost in his thoughts, static with his movements and halted to breath as if all the air in his lungs were being taken away by how his precious lil' boy have been coming up against that damned pre-k school.

"I love you and mummy so much. I don't want to be a meanie, bwad, bum child." Goro had frowned, this time it deepened; this time, it was rebuilt to convey his slumped, deep-dejection for a childish belief that is downright, misleading and untrue. "Does this mean that mummy doesn't love me any more? does she hate me now?"

"I-I-I," he hiccupped, fat tears falling as his feet swung faster beneath the wooden chair. His son's cries turning into heart-aching snivels that Satoru could definitely not handle the sight because of how desolated he really is. Goro's precious, ardent weeping making his own father purse his lip, reciprocating a pained pout, "---l-love mummy and daddy', I love you both...I---I didn't even mwean what I said to mummy at all. I---I love mummy so much just like you do.I---I'M SWORRY. I'm never saying it agwain!"

Your son have rubbed all his snot and tears away with his clothed arm, garbed in his favorite jacket that he always loved to wear outside and even around the house. With things being what they are, it was now stained by his guilt and despair for rash, puerile mistakes that his parents are now admonishing him for.

Goro sniffed a lot louder, his upper lip damped with his runny nose that he had done to himself for turning on the waterworks tonight, his own emotional outbursts being on the line and hanging onto the child's heart strings, "That whole entire kindergarden school s-swucks. I-I dwon't wanna study there. Can't I study where uncle Megumi learns instead so we could play all day and I could play with his colorful shadow p-pets?"

I FEEL SO BAD RN. I FEEL LIKE I'M THE VILLAIN HERE---THIS WASN'T SUPPOSED TO TURN THIS WAY---I'M SORRYYYYYYYY T_T I'M IN BETWEEN AWEING AND ALSO SQUINTING MY EYES BECAUSE OUR SON WITH SATORU CALLED US A STINKY BITCH---T_T  

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[itgirl-111]

Law of assumption vaunt

I am god. I am literally the source. I am limitlessly infinite. I am the source of everything in my reality. I create who I am and what I want. I am pure consciousness. My imagination creates my reality. My true power cannot be described in words. I am pure consciousness in a human body, an infinite, limitless being. I decide what's true and false, I decide who I am. I am free. I am free of doubts, worries, and failures. Fear is only an illusion, because why would a god like me fear something? Nothing to fear when I create my own reality. I stand proud in my infinite power knowing I am limitless and infinite. That's who I am. A truly powerful being who knows exactly what she wants and gets exactly what she wants all the time. I am secure and relaxed knowing the fact that I give myself everything that I desire and deserve. I don't need to ask anyone outside of me to give me what I want, because I say yes to everything I want and hence I experience it. Circumstances don't exist, I can change my reality at any second. The power I hold is immense and infinite. I give myself the best things because I deserve it. I'm worthy of every single thing I want. Because why would I be unworthy if all things are mine already? I assume the best things always and as a result they manifest in my reality. Actually, by default, everything is destined to work in my favour always. Everything is bound to work In my favour. My luck is infinite. Everything always goes my way. I always get everything that I want. I am always 100% deserving of all my desires. I always get what I want and everybody knows it by now. I am secure and relaxed knowing that I can do, be or have anything I want since my own beautiful imagination creates my reality. There's nothing outside of me, I am the validation and confirmation. What I say goes. I have complete dominance and authority over my reality. I am 100% secure in my manifesting abilities, I have unshakeable faith in myself. I am literally a law of assumption prodigy. There's nothing to seek, everything is within me. There's no more "can I manifest" questions because the answer Is always yes. I get every single thing that I want and I am completely, deserving of it. Creation is finished. Isn't it wonderful?

[sugarplumfairy777]

Can you give me a wake up call to stop procrastinating my dream life? 😭

okie ♡ but seriously do you rlly want your dream life or what? 😭 cuz going around and asking for motivation and “wake up calls” is not the way to go. ur the one who needs to apply and realize your power. you need to understand this deeply—you are god. everything you want, every dream you have, every desire you hold onto is already yours. the void state, manifesting your dream life, it’s all easy. it’s your natural state. you don’t have to struggle or search for it because you already are it. you are limitless, you are powerful, and the only thing standing between you and everything you want is your hesitation. you’ve been letting fear and laziness hold you back, but that’s not who you are. that’s not your truth. you are the one who controls your reality. you dictate what happens. the second you decide something, it becomes real. the void state isn’t some distant, difficult place to reach—it’s your home. it’s always been with you, waiting for you to step into it fully. and when you do, you’ll see how effortless everything truly is. this procrastination, this avoidance of your true potential, it’s just a habit—a habit that you have the power to break. you know deep down that there’s no reason to wait, no reason to hold yourself back, because your dream life is not hard to achieve. it’s not far away. it’s already yours. you just need to remember who you are. stop letting fear dictate your actions, stop letting laziness whisper in your ear that it’s okay to put things off. it’s not okay because your dream life is waiting, and you deserve to live it. every time you hesitate, every time you procrastinate, you’re just delaying the inevitable: your success, your happiness, your perfect life. why wait? why keep putting off what you can have right now? you are capable of stepping into that reality this very second. you’ve always had the power. the universe bends to your will. it listens to your every command. everything you want is effortlessly yours. but you have to claim it. stop underestimating yourself. stop thinking things are hard or that you have to struggle. you don’t. you were born with the power to create the life of your dreams without lifting a finger. everything is energy, everything is vibration, and you are the master of it all. every single thing you desire is ready to fall into place the moment you decide to let go of the fear, the laziness, the excuses. they’re not real. they have no power over you. the only thing that’s real is you—your power, your potential, your ability to shape your reality as you see fit. there’s no need to be scared because nothing can stop you. the world doesn’t control you; you control it. remember that every second, every thought, every feeling shapes your experience. what you focus on grows, and you have the ability to focus on your dreams and watch them unfold in front of you with ease. your dream life is effortless because you’re the one creating it. it’s already done. you just have to step into it. it’s time to wake up and stop playing small. stop doubting your power. stop letting fear or laziness make you think things are hard. they’re not. you are the easiest, most powerful force in your own universe, and your dream life? it’s just waiting for you to embrace it. it’s time to rise. everything you want is already yours. you just need to decide to claim it right now. STOP PROCRASTINATING ITS FREAKING 2025 😡😡😡