#my favorite guy in the whooooole world

[airraidvehicle]

miss my girlfriend

[evvlevie]

Evangeline’s life-Update and one more piece of shifting advice ???

Hi! This is your favorite shifting blogger, Evie, again and I have some updating to do.

I Love this blog. Deeply. So so deeply. This blog has been created in a moment of my life, where I have been so obsessed with these YouTubers that I wanted to meet them so desperately, that I decided to look into reality shifting. At this point in my life, I am living a vastly different life than I was back in May of 2022 that topics like shifting or manifestation just haven’t been as much of my main focus as they have been nearly a year ago. That’s the whole reason why I am not posting as much anymore, or interacting with you guys because as I am writing this for you, I am sitting at home stressing over exams and a whooooole lot of personal stuff that escaping this reality starts to feel like a really great idea again, but I seriously don‘t have the mental capacities to pull that one off right now. In the past weeks I have been looking into the law of assumption a lot. What I mean by that is I have been looking into how/why the law is working the way it works in order to understand what manifestation is actually doing which automatically translates to why shifting is possible and how it can be achieved. I can promise you that every single advice that I, Evil Evie, am able to give you guys on the topics of manifestation and reality shifting is already on my page. When I do find my way back to tumblr I still repost advice or perspectives on this topic for you guys to see in case it can help you on your journey. Right this moment I am concentrating on my self concept. If you are into the law of assumption you might have already heard about this from one creator or another. To put it into simple terms: self concept is the way you view yourself and the beliefs that you have about you/ your life/ manifestation and basically everything ever. In my deep dive about law of assumption I have learned that all you ever manifest is you and who you are. Meaning: if you have a shitty self concept you manifest shitty things. Working on your self concept includes breaking down (negative) beliefs about yourself that feel pretty set in stone, in order to open the gateway to a (subjectively) more pleasant 3D-Reality. Why does this matter?

well if you read my toolbox-post you will notice, that that one is basically self concept work before I even knew what a self concept was. „If you view yourself as someone who shifts every single time they try, you will be someone who shifts every single time they try.“

Well congrats Evie, that’s self concept.

Do you absolutely need to do this in order to shift? Probably not. The answer is because as long as you think you are able to do it, you only need to do the things you consider necessary for that. If for some reason you (genuinely and seriously) believe that you shift every time you vacuum your carpet or whatever, then I guess vacuum your carpet and go crazy in your fame-DR. Because if there is one thing that even a simple Evie like me knows for sure about the universe and the manifestation, then it‘s that ultimately what you believe is truth. Always. you are the only creator of your reality. Only you can say what is fact and what is fiction in your world. That’s why self concept work can be a really handy tool in this. Self concept work in itself is basically just picking and choosing the rules that you want the 3D to play by and sticking to them. And by sticking to them I mean fully embody and enforce those new rules, even if the 3D hasn‘t adjusted to your new rules yet. Even if it shows you the opposite of what you have been affirming for so eagerly, if only you decide what is real and what isn‘t then even that has no power unless you give power to it. But I seriously advice you to look into self concept work if you have been struggling with manifesting or shifting realities for a while now. your limiting beliefs might be the whole reason you are blocking yourself from what you truly want and desire.

If you are reading my post, and are considering working on your self concept I want you to know this:

It will feel weird or fake in the beginning. That’s okay. That’s to be expected. After like day 4 it will feel like you are used to saying it. And after like idk Day 10 you will already feel like it’s true and real and you might even see the results of it in your reality already (I know I do). So even if you feel weird saying stuff like „I am the most desired person walking the planet right now“ after like a week you will be convinced of its certainty and notice the effect of that. And the same will always go for shifting realities. If self concept is the key, then really you might be only like 10 Days away from your DR if you stick to it and enforce and embody it for real. But I mean seriously embody it. Walk the earth like the most skilled shifter ever. Think of shifting like you are born to do it, made for it, the most professional there could ever be, like people are envying you for how destined you were do it. And if a negative thought plops into your mind, just laugh about it! Nothing has power unless you grant it power. Even a thought. A thought is just a thought. It‘s not the end all be all trust me. Trust in the law. Know that if you want it, you have it. Even if it might not be visible in the 3D yet, it is always always always unfolding in the best ways possible to get to you. Just trust.

I think this is really all I can say about manifestation-

Know what you want

know that if you want it you are getting it (as if you just placed an order with the universe)

relax about the arrival of your manifestation because there is no way you are not getting it

Don‘t buy into the unfavorable 3D, because it is only as real as you allow it to be

This being said:

i am deeply sorry about not answering asks. I really am. I want to help where I can, and as much as I can but the truth is I am so busy with my own life right now, I rarely have the time to sit down and think about someone’s situation, analyze it and give useful advice specifically altered to someone’s unique situation. That doesn’t mean that I do not care about any of you, it simply means that my life is a mess right now and I do not have the headspace to include other peoples struggles into my own.

I want to remind you guys that there really is no piece of advice that I could give you, that you can‘t already find on my page in some post or another, so maybe the answer to your questions is lying somewhere in my pile of posts and reposts.

I love all of you 1.4K (and more) Followers for choosing to stay with me and watch me become the coolest shifter ever. You guys can‘t believe how lucky I consider myself for having you ❤️❤️❤️ I am not leaving tumblr, or deactivating my account or any of that. YOU GUYS WILL GET MY DR STORIES AS SOON AS I HAVE MADE THEM!!!!! I am simply telling you that even a simple Evil Evie has some stuff to do and even if you don‘t see me post or answer asks I am not fully gone! I am just living life as well as I can. I am still here for you just not as active as I used to be.

but let there be one thing that I promise you:

As soon as I have been in my DR, you guys will hear about it. I am never giving up on shifting realities and since I am working on my self concept I am including shifting into that as well.

i will be back.

Yours in every reality,

Evie ❤️

[therealdazaifucker]

It's me, Oz.

Hi hello. I'm Oz, this is my BSD sideblog. I'm hyperfixated on BSD as a whole, but mainly Dazai and Kunikida. This is mainly my suppository for all my ramblings about it. This blog WILL contain NSFW shit so be aware, and if ur a minor do NOT talk to me about sexual shit I do not wanna hear that from you.

Note: I frequently use interchangeable he/she pronouns for Dazai and ur just gonna have to deal w that.

Dazai is my favorite guy in the whooooole world. My pretty beautiful special princess. I would do anything for her. He's everything to me.

What I Intend to Post Here:

Various disjointed ramblings. will frequently be extremely horny in nature so, you know, watch out.

Character Analysis. Dazai will get the lion's share of these.

Possible Fanfiction. I'm interested in writing character studies, ship content, and x reader content. Open to requests but will not guarantee I'll actually do them (unless you wanna pay me). IMPORTANT NOTE: i will write pretty much exclusively for transmasc!character. he/him pussy as far as the eye can see. If you wanna read smut where Chuuya has a massive dick you have come to the WRONG place.

male/gn reader only for x reader stuff

Would also write yandere content. If you don't like that, then don't engage. Dont try to argue w me about the ethics of it. i literally dont give a shit.

Might post my dogs idk

My Fave Characters <333

Dazaiiiiiii <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Kunikida (also i kin him)

Akutagawa

Nikolai

Sigma (kin this one too)

Chuuya

Yosano

Jouno

........Fyodor. regrettably.

Also, ships I like. Preferred are in green.

KUNIKIDA/DAZAI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

sigma/dazai

sigma/nikolai

oda/ango

gin/higuchi

kunikida/ranpo

kunikida/chuuya

skk but only sometimes

[ladyvegeets]

Edible 4

-For all those asking for more Edible. Inspired by @okebtrash’s adorable picture of Bulla patching up her papa with bandages.-

Read Edible on AO3 or FFnet. 

~xox~

Vegeta stared down at the beautiful woman he — by some stroke of luck — called his wife. Bulma lay sprawled beneath him. The soft glow of morning highlighted the rise and fall of her chest, flushed cheeks, and matted hair. ‘Thoroughly fucked’ was one of his favorite looks on her.

The column of her throat beckoned. He leaned in to kiss it while contemplating an encore. 

“Mmm,” she sighed sleepily.

Ah, he knew that tone. She was exhausted, even now her breathing was evening out. What time had she come to bed? He couldn’t recall, having fallen asleep waiting up for her. 

Damn. Perhaps waking her up so early for this wasn’t the best of ideas.

He gently pushed off. She made a half-hearted sound of protest as he wiped her clean, but was half-way asleep by the time he tucked her in under the blankets. With a final kiss to her brow, Vegeta pried himself away, ignoring the instinct to stay and watch over his mate.

He headed for the spare bathroom by the kids’ rooms so as not to disturb Bulma’s sleep while he cleaned up. Along the way, hushed voices caught his attention. He slowed to a halt.

Trunks and Bra were coming down the opposite end of the corridor, the older boy bent to whisper in his little sister’s ear. “—just remember, don’t tell Dad or—”

“Don’t tell me what?”

Trunks froze, the color draining from his face. 

“Papa!” His daughter’s face lit up and she came dashing towards him. “I’m BLEEDING!”

What?! For a sickening moment, Vegeta couldn’t breathe.

“Bra, you snitch.” Trunks slapped a hand over his face with a groan. 

Bra came to a halt by his boots and raised her skirt to show off her bleeding knee. A tiny wound. But the impression it left was huge. Vegeta scooped her up before laying murderous eyes on his son, the same glare he had leveled enemies with. “Boy, you have five seconds to explain yourself before I send you to the afterlife.”

“Dad, c’mon. We were playing outside and she tripped. No big deal, I swear.”

“Tunks says I might get a scar like you, Papa!” Bra announced excitedly.

“Bra!” Trunks hissed with desperation, begging her to stop making the situation worse.

Vegeta tightened his fingers over his daughter. “Oh, he better hope you don’t. Trunks, go make breakfast. Your mother worked late last night, so you’d best be quiet. I’ll deal with your lack of common sense regarding the care of your sister later.”

Trunks made a sour face but dragged himself off to the kitchen without further protest. Vegeta shifted Bra’s weight in his arms, brushing back her fly-away hair. “Let’s get you fixed up.”

“Okay.”

He carried her to the bathroom and set her on the sink. “Is this the only place you’re hurt?” he asked, looking at the graze on her knee. It was already scabbing over. Thank you Saiyan genes. 

“Uh-huh.”

Such a wound for a Saiyan was inconsequential, but he wasn’t about to take any chances with his little girl. He cleaned the wound and dug around in the cabinet, pulling out a box of all-purpose band-aids. 

“Nuh-uh, not dose ones. I wannit the ones with the staw-bees!”

Vegeta sighed and kept searching.

“Papa?”

“Hn?”

“You have lotsa scars.”

Glancing down, he saw Bra scrutinizing his torso. It was the same look Bulma gave when puzzling out a malfunctioning invention.

“Did you fall down too?” his daughter inquired.

If anyone else accused him of tripping over, Vegeta would have ended them. Permanently. But Bra’s world-view was small and innocent. She meant no insult, and she certainly couldn’t comprehend the suffering or horror that he had endured and inflicted to earn his scars. Like hell he was going to ruin that innocence just yet. 

“…Something like that.”

“Oh… You’re really clumsy, Papa.”

His cheek twitched. Thankfully Bulma wasn’t around to hear that one; he never would have lived it down. 

“So it would seem. But what’s important is that I picked myself up again. Every time.”

Her little brow furrowed with contemplation. “You didn’t cry?”

A few unpleasant memories resurfaced. “…Only when it really mattered.”

She fell silent, and he resumed his search for the bandaids.

Ah. Finally. A box of bandaids with cartoon strawberries smiling obscenely at him was tucked away in the far back corner. Someone really needed to organize this cabinet better. Vegeta dug it out and peeled open a plaster, smoothing it over his daughter’s knee.

“How’s that?”

Bra lifted her leg to examine his handiwork. “It’s crooked.”

“Then fall more symmetrically next time.”

She laughed, her whole face lighting up. At least someone got his sense of humor. The sound was infectious, wriggling under his skin and easing the tension in his body he wasn’t aware he carried. 

Despite himself, he smiled back. “Alright, Princess. Let’s go check on your brother.”

“Okay.” She made grabby hands, and Vegeta picked her up. As they walked towards the kitchen, her chubby fingers traced a scar on his shoulder.

“Papa, did your Papa help fixit your hurts too?”

His mouth thinned. His father? Now that was an old wound. Time had mostly healed it over but it still stung when dug at. “No, he didn’t.”

Couldn’t.

Or wouldn’t.

A side-glance found Bra watching him with big blue eyes. He stopped his thoughts before they ruined the morning. 

“What do you think Mommy would like for breakfast?”

Bra gasped and bounced in his arms, excited to know the answer. “Staw-bee pancakes!”

Vegeta smiled and carried her off to the kitchen as she chanted the words over and over.

~xox~

 Bra wasn’t watching where she put her spoon. It missed her mouth, smearing mashed sweet potato over her cheek. She rubbed the mess away with the back of her hand, eyes fixed on her parents. 

Papa sat on a kitchen stool, his face as grumpy as the troll in her Saturday morning cartoons, only the troll didn’t usually bleed bright red from a cut on his brow. Mommy was sewing up Papa’s hurt. he didn’t look happy about it, but still he allowed her to fix him. After all, Mommy was very good at fixing broken things; she had fixed her toys more than once.

“Can’t you and Son ever go easy on each other?” Bulma asked.

“Tch. That is not how true warriors train. Besides, I gave Kakarot as good as I got, and more.”

“Yeah, yeah.” 

Bra adjusted her spoon and this time found her mouth. Blergh. Her nose scrunched at the taste of cold vegetables. With a careful glance to make sure her parents weren’t watching, she spat the food back on her plate.

“This is entirely unnecessary,” Vegeta grumbled. “You know it will heal on its own.”

“Not before bleeding all over the damn place. Besides, it’s deep enough that it might scar, and I think you have enough of those.” Bulma finished her stitches and put a bandage over the wound. With a warm smile she leaned in, nudging her nose to Vegeta’s. “There. As rugged as that might look, I’ve grown fond of your face the way it is.”

He huffed, his large hands grabbing Bulma’s hips and pulling her closer. “Why do I tolerate you?”

Bulma nuzzled his cheek. “Let’s go to bed and I’ll remind you.”

He started to smile, but then his eyes slid to the side where Bra was still pretending to eat. “Echalotte.” She snapped upright at his sharp tone. “Did you finish your dinner?”

Her plate was mostly untouched. “Uh… not yet, Papa.”

“Stop dawdling.”

Her head lowered at his reprimand. Papa rarely told her off; she didn’t much care for the experience. Sullenly, Bra pushed her vegetables about on her plate, kicking her feet into the kitchen counter below.

“I’m going to wash off,” Vegeta said, and left Bulma to pack up the first aid kid. 

Still sulking, Bra smooshed her peas into her plate. “Mommy?”

“Yes honey?”

“Why do you helpit Papa? I don’t think he likes getting fixed.”

Bulma laughed. “Ah, your father just thinks he’s too tough for help. But truth is, he’s not used to getting any and doesn’t know how to ask for it.”

“He doesn’t know how?” Bra asked, amazed there was something Papa couldn’t do.

“Nope. So I just help him.”

Bra reflected on that as she swirled her food into paste. Papa was always helping her and Tunks and Mommy and even the whooooole universe from evil bad guys. It didn’t seem fair that he couldn’t ask for help in return. 

“Mommy?”

“Yes?”

“Thanks for helping Papa.”

Bulma smiled and came to sit by her. “Of course.” She brushed Bra’s bangs out of her face. “That’s what families do: help each other. Because we love each other, right?”

Bra beamed. “Right!”

“Now finish your dinner.”

“Ugh,” Bra whined, dropping her head forward in defeat.

~xox~

 Blood splattered the ground where Vegeta walked. His wife would be pissed. Bulma hated when he made a mess but in a roundabout way, this was her fault. Sure, he might have asked Bulma to increase the intensity of the training bots but she was the one who exceeded his expectations. If he didn’t know any better, he would think his wife was trying to kill him.

Goddamn she was amazing.

Still, he had underestimated her upgrades and now suffered the consequences. With some luck, he hoped to make it to the bathroom before anyone noticed.

He limped passed the living room where Bulma’s mother was keeping an eye on Bra. 

“Oh my!” Panchy exclaimed. “Vegeta sweety, don’t you look a fright.”

So much for not getting noticed.

At Panchy’s announcement, Bra’s head jerked up from her coloring book, her eyes going wide seeing the state of her father. “Papa! You’re hurt again?”

He paused. “It’s nothing. Keep drawing.”

Bra ignored him, hurrying over and grabbing his hand. It made his heart tighten to see how tiny her fingers were compared to his. Bra examined his wounds, her brow furrowing mightily. What had got her so worked up? She had seen him injured before. But before he could ask, Bra sprang off down the hall. “Wait, Papa. I’ll helpit!”

Ah, goddamn it. Off to fetch her mother, no doubt. With a heavy sigh, Vegeta followed. May as well get this over with. 

But he didn’t get far. The patter of little feet heralded Bra’s return, a box of bandaids held in her chubby hands. She looked at him with the same determination he had seen countless times on her mother’s face.

“Okay, Papa. Let Bra take good care of you!”

Well fuck. How could he say no to that?

With a sigh, he sunk into a sitting position before her, and allowed his daughter to play nurse.

Just like her mother. 

“You have so many hurts,” Bra tutted as she stuck plaster after plaster on him. At least it wasn’t the goddamn strawberry ones. “Don’t worry, Papa. Families helpit each other.”

He peeled open an eye to look at his daughter’s earnest face. Family… Did he ever imagine he could have such a precious family after everything that had happened to him?

Bra was opening another plaster when he scooped her up into his arms and hugged her tight.

“Aren ilgnen kalor, Echalotte,” he whispered fiercely in her ear.

“Papa!” she squealed, and soon her laughter filled the corridor as he tickled her sides and nommed her tiny neck.

 ~xoXox~

[evilradmedieval]

Future - “HNDRXX” Review

For some odd reason it seems like ages since the release of Atlanta-based rapper Future’s acclaimed studio album DS2. Probably one of my favorite pop rap albums of 2015, the famed Auto-tuned trap rapper gave us a world lathered in drugged out crooning, ethereal drug rapping and a whooooole ‘lotta lean. The album was heavy-set at a whopping 18 tracks including the bonus tracks, which included radio hits “Fuck Up Some Commas” and the Drake-assisted “Where Ya At”. The reason for such a successful album despite one feature? Metro-fucking-Boomin. It’s the flawless trap production and mixing that made this album one cohesive, provocative drug trip. We all know Future isn’t some lyrical, socially conscious rapper, but what he delivered with this album are songs with catchy hooks, beautifully drugged out Metro Boomin instrumentals and his trademark rhythmic, mumbly rap delivery that music fans have all come to love and hate. This was the epitome of what Future can do at his best, and it was very hard for me to see him ever topping this album.

We then come out with a DS2 spiritual successor in EVOL, an album boasting a Weeknd feature and Metro Boomin beats galore, but nothing else. The only songs that I liked on that album were the chart toppers in “Low Life” and “Wicked” and the NBA 2k-pushed “Ain’t No Time”. Other than that, most of the songs were in no way memorable or as quotable as the songs on DS2. Songs like “I Serve the Base” and “Trap Niggas” were one of my favorite, with the former having one of the most ridiculous Metro Boomin beats I’ve ever heard on my life. 

Enough about DS2, we already know that since then, that was the peak of Future’s career from recent memory, as contemporaries such as Rae Sremmurd, Young Thug and the Migos have stolen the limelight away from him as of late. In means to regain some relevance, Future releases two new albums within a span of a couple days, with the first being his self-tiltled and the second being HNDRXX. With the former, we find an album jam-packed with banger after banger, which I will review sometime in the near future (no pun intended). With HNDRXX however, we find himself influenced by a shitload of Bryson Tiller and Kevin Gates, in which there is a ridiculous amount of auto-tuned crooning, with his typical raps being placed on the backburner.

The opening track in “My Collection” happens to actually be one of my favorites from the album. Here, Future actually does rap, however the narrative he delivers over this really relaxing, atmospheric trap-flavored beat really goes over quite smoothly. There is a very soothing yet obscure R&B sample layered throughout the instrumental. The songs feels raw and passionate as well, as Future opts out of utilizing the Auto-tune which sonically was a great decision on his end. Here, he started off the album well.

We then transition into a Weeknd-assisted track in “Comin’ Out Strong”, in which there are trap-flavored high hats and synths, however the bass isn’t as booming as I’d like. Despite this, it makes sense to have a more stripped back and skeletal instrumental so that it gives both artists room to really deliver on their end to give great vocal performances. Again, The Weeknd steals the limelight away from Future on this track as always, however they do have great chemistry together, which is evident on this track and their last single off EVOL.

After this track, the album starts becoming equally boring, repetitive and cheesy towards the middle section of the seventeen song tracklisting. Future tries to come through with some DS2-esque tracks in the vein of “Percocets & Strippers” and “Rich Sex”, however some tracks are extremely hit or miss. “Lookin Exotic” sonically sounds like a DS2 throwaway, yet sounds too commonplace to really stand out like the former two songs on the album. We find this also on the track “Damage”, however I could not stand the singing on “Use Me”. On this lackluster track, he attempts to give us the biggest Bryson Tiller impersonation to no avail. After hearing that sorry excuse of a track, we come across a DJ Mustard-inspired, dancehall simp track called “Incredible”, in which all I hear is Future constantly repeating the refrain over and over for four minutes straight over this tasteless excuse of a song that yearns for radio play similar to tracks like Drake’s “One Dance” and anything that Major Lazer has ever produced post-Peace Is the Mission. Can we just kill dancehall already?

We encounter more and and more wallpaper-esque songs. “Fresh Air” and “Keep Quiet” are cheesy as hell and require no more further explanation. However, for some reason I enjoy the track “Hallucinating”. On paper, I really shouldn’t but the track has this really light-hearted and somber vibe to it. Theres these ethereal R&B samples looming in the background that give the song some character, despite Future’s commonplace delivery and subject matter of drugs and women. Additionally, I also really like the song “I Thank U”, which unfortunately is cut way too short of its potential. The track is laced with these well-sampled, lush guitar chords. The song itself is silly, yet has some sense of self-awareness. I just wish Future chose to explore this sound a little more and experiment with more instrumental sampling to give variety to his songs. Not everything has to be straight synths, high hats and bass. “Turn On Me” also has these simple yet tasteful piano samples throughout the track. However the song runs for way too long. 

The Rihanna song sucks. Major butt. Future and Rihanna don’t work well together at all, and I think that due to the fact that RiRi is on his track, Future tries way too hard to compete with her vocal range and attempts to harmonize with his Auto-tuned gurgling with no success whatsoever. Definitely not revisiting this track anytime soon.

The last two songs aren’t a bad way to end the album. “Solo” has this vibe that sounds so depressing and drugged out, yet is equally mesmerizing and addicting in the instrumental. Here, he gives his best Bryson Tiller impression and actually doesn’t sound too bad while doing it. Lastly, “Sorry” isn’t nearly as good, but is basically 7 minutes of a strangely upbeat trap-influenced track that has a very Drake-esque vibe to it. We find a very vulnerable, regretful and genuine-sounding Future on this track, something we don’t normally get from this guy. However, with a long run time, you’re still bound to find some struggle bars on the track to keep the song going. Despite this though, he comes through with a very urgent and poised delivery, which I really like. 

Overall, the album isn’t necessarily a game-changer, however I commend all the tracks where he experiments with more ethereal, atmospheric sounds and tasteful instrumental and vocal samples in his beats. He still could not sing if his life depended on it, however on around half the songs he still holds up well and gives us his distinct, trademark Auto-tuned rap crooning. There are filler tracks on this album, and there are some definite duds, but I like how this album heavily contrasts in mood when in comparison with the former self-titled album he released a couple days ago. HNDRXX isn’t bad. But it ain’t great either.

RATING: 5/10