#oh void I think it is uhm—

[h-didanart]

Sssssso I might’ve gotten an idea for a drawing and decided I had to act on it immediately before I lost interest and so speedran drawing for like two hours or something…

Anyways— Here is Kirby using the Wing ability! But something is different about them 🤔

Yeah so I made a quetzal themed wing ability Kirby :3

I love quetzal birds, they’re so cool, and so amazing, and so pretty, they’re very very pretty and cool, highly recommend looking them up. Very cool birbs.

One extra doodle, for extra silliness

[fairy-angel222]

𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

—how they breed you when you make them jealous

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬: 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎, 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈, 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: smut, degradation, praise, breeding, baby trapping, mean doms, choking, exhibitionism, hair pulling, rough sex, spit, daddy kink, hair pulling, somnophilia

✮ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

What the fuck did you think you were doing? Gojo seethed to himself. Who the fuck were you with and why were his hands on you. What would seem to be a normal friendly hug had blue eyes glaring at you through the cafe’s window.

Gojo plastered on a fake smile, the bell ringing as he walked through the door. You looked up with a wide smile, “baby.” Gojo’s eye twitched as the man behind you smiled too, “Hey man, Y/n’s told me so much about you.”

You frowned as your boyfriend took the man’s hand in a bruising grip, giving it an unnecessarily hard shake. “And you are?” He questioned, forcing himself to keep up the nice guy act.

“Oh, i’m Haru, an old friend of y/n’s” Gojo scoffed internally, his arm making its way around your waist. “Well, Haru, we’ve got to go now,”

Waving bye to your friend, you bit your lip as you looked up at the white haired man, “are you mad?” Gojo scoffed, “Nope.. not at all.”

A lie.

You found yourself sprawled out on the back seat of Gojo’s car in the parking lot for anyone to see. Your legs were spread up in the air as Gojo took his anger out on your cunt.

Your eyes were wet with tears as your boyfriend hammered into you. “How many times do i have to fucking tell you, hmm baby?” He scowled. “How do I get it in your dumb little brain that you’re mine.”

Gojo’s bright eyes darkened as he sped up his pace, thick cock ramming into your g spot with every thrust. Your boobs bounced as your body rocked with his hips, the entire vehicle being moved from side to side.

“Gonna have to fuck a baby into you to drill it in your head.” He grunted, not slowing the movement of his hips until you were shaking for him. Your eyes blurry with tears as small ‘m sorry’s left your mouth

“Good. You should be. Show me you’re really sorry and take it yeah? Take it nice and deep.” he groaned, hips rolling roughly into yours.

Small babbles and hiccups echoed throughout the small car, your hand gripping tightly onto the side of the seat as your orgasm washed over you. “F-fuck,” you moaned, pussy tightening around him as you creamed.

Gojo smirked, bottoming out inside you as his eyes met yours, slender fingers pushing themselves past your lips and resting at the back of your tongue. “Gonna fill you up kay baby? Gonna let everyone know that you’re my little slut only.” he growled.

You shook your head in protest, your little waits muffled by his fingers. Gojo cursed, his eyes never leaving yours as he bred you deep. “There we go, gonna look so pretty carrying my baby.”

Your eyes widened when you heard a throat clear awkwardly. Scurrying to cover up but being held down by your boyfriend instead. Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment as you looked up to find Haru.

“U-uhm.. you f-forgot your sweater y/n.” His cheeks were beat red and his dick was strained against his pants. Never in a million years would he expect to see you like this.

Gojo grinned as he looked at the male, slowly pulling out of you to give your friend a sight of his cum leaking out of your swollen pussy. Haru’s breath hitched and Gojo’s head tilted. “Like what you see? Too bad you’ll never have it cause it’s mine.”

✮ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

Silently watches as you innocently entertain two guys who were clearly flirting with you. How stupid could you possibly be. Pushing his glasses further up his nose, Nanami sighed. Did he always have to remind you that you belonged to him? You should have known that by now.

And you most certainly should have known that no man ever has innocent intentions. Getting up, Nanami walked up to you with a face void of any emotion. Tapping you twice on your back to indicate that it was time to go. You even had the audacity to tell the two men bye in your sickly sweet voice.

The ride home was silent.

You kept trying to strike up conversation but pouted when all you got in return were uninterested hums and nods. “Kentooo,” you whined. “Why won’t you talk to me?” you frowned. Your boyfriend simply glanced at you and scoffed. Watching as you rest your head against the car door and let your eyes close shut.

You woke up with a small whimper, soft moans falling past your lips. You felt so good, your pussy clenching around.. a cock?

Your eyes shot open to find Nanami in between your held up legs. His eyes dark as he hammered into you. His thick, veiny cock abusing your g spot as it fucked into your abdomen.

A loud mewl left your mouth as Nanami’s hand made its way around your neck. You felt so full, his cock stretching you out and forcing you to take him deep. Entire ten inches reaching deep within your belly. “K-kento.. so deep.” you whined.

Nanami grunted, tightening his grip on your neck to bully his entire cock into you. “I’m gonna fuck a baby into you, let you know who you who you fucking belong to.” He groaned, looking deep into your eyes with a glare.

You whimpered loudly, eyes blurry with tears as he fucked you dumb. “Nngh, ‘m cumming Kento, ‘m cumming so hard,” you sobbed, toes curling as you babbled out his name.

Nanami scowled as the thought of you with another man crossed his mind, his grip becoming a bruising one as he snapped his hips into yours at an unforgiving pace. “Fucking take it baby. This is exactly what you needed. Get it through your dumb head that you have an owner.” he spat, watching as you shook uncontrollably underneath him.

Screaming loudly as your body was rocked with his thrusts. Nanami groaned at the way you began to squirt, threatening to push his cock out at the mere pressure.

Stilling inside you, Nanami let his hot ropes of cum coat your insides. His hand around your neck finally loosening as he kept his cock plugged into your sopping cunt. You were his. Now you would have the stomach to show it.

✮ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

Watches with a smile as you dance. Taking note of all the men that were eyeing you like food. Eyeing you like you weren’t already owned. He was sat on the club’s couch with his legs crossed, arms spread out along the chair’s backrest and head tilted with a smirk. His eyes roamed his waist, his hips, and his ass. Every part of you was his.

And you knew that, you were just so oblivious to all the hungry stares directed at you. Toji stalks tall towards you. Towering over your figure and nodding towards the exit. Understanding that it was time to leave, you made your way outside to wait for your boyfriend in his vehicle.

Five minutes passed and you frowned in worry. Where was he? Your thoughts were cut off by the driver’s car door slamming shut. Toji using a rag to wipe blood off his bruised knuckles.

“Toji-” before you could open your mouth to speak, you received a warning glance from your boyfriend to keep your mouth shut. You swallowed hard, wondering what the hell your boyfriend had gotten into. Especially since he was smiling like a maniac as he drove.

At home, you found yourself on your hands and knees, loud moans and mewls spilling past your plump, drool filled lips.

Toji’s thick cock pounded into you hard. His hips snapping roughly into yours. Rough hands held your hips in a bruising grip, his cock forcing its way deep into your tight hole and ramming into your g spot with each movement.

You let out a loud cry, the flesh of your ass shaking with each contact. “F-fuck— d-daddy, nngh, feels so good,” you whined, a yelp leaving your mouth as you were yanked up by your hair. Your back flat against his chest allowing him to fuck you even deeper.

Toji had one hand tangled in your hair, the other held your throat. Your whimpers and moans echoing in the small room as your pussy squelched lewdly. Toji’s smirk never faltered, kissing up your neck and to your ear.

You clenched hard when he groaned softly, deep voice rasping in your ear “Fuck you’re taking daddy so good, gonna fill you up with another Fushiguro hmm? Gonna look so hot all round and swollen with my son. Your tits leaking with milk for daddy to take care of you. Does my little slut want that?”

You whimpered loudly at his words, clenching down on his cock as heat built up in your stomach. “Mhm, wanna feel you deep. Wan’ carry your baby so bad.” you mewled. Eyes rolling back as Toji rolled his hips up into yours.

Toji brought his teeth down on your skin hard, nearly drawing blood as you moaned. Pulling your head back even further, Toji leaned down to press his lips against yours, sloppily swallowing your moans before pulling away with a string of saliva connecting your lips.

Your mouth hung open in short pants, your boyfriend letting a thick glob of his spit fall onto your tongue. “Fuck, gonna show all these assholes that you’re mine yeah? They probably won’t even live to see it.” You let out a silent scream, feeling Toji’s cock absolutely destroying your gummy walls.

“O-oh fuck, d-daddy, ahh,” you moaned, body trembling as you reached your orgasm. “Gonna cum, fuck, gon’ cum on your cock.” Little incoherent chants of his name falling past your lips.

“Cum f’me baby, make a fucking mess.” He groaned, tightening his hold on your neck as your slick dripped down his cock with one final cry. “There we go,” he grunted, thrusts getting sloppy as he buried himself deep inside you, ropes after ropes of sticky cum painting your guts white.

Your knees felt weak as you came down from your high. Eyes fluttering closed as you steadied your breathing.

“Now, who do you belong to, baby?”

“You.. i belong to you,”

“Good girl. Might even keep my cock in you so that you don’t spill any of daddy’s cum.” He chuckled, knowing full well that he was being serious.

[trumanbluee]

you're the one that i want - deadpool / wade wilson

minors dni !! this is 17+ nsfw material !!!

please reblog if you like it! ᡣ𐭩

based on this request! <3

content: three words, baby! the honda odyssey!

word count: 2.5k

warnings: established relationship, no mention of condom (wrap it b4 u tap it!), petnames galore, deadpool is a warning in of himself lol.

a/n: the deadpool brainrot has been so strong recently so thank u guys so much for all ur requests! my return to my deadpool era couldn't have come at a worse time with my exams happening rn but i will try and write as much as i can! love you!

You'd been sitting in the backseat of the "fuck-ass Honda Odyssey", as Wade had described it, arm resting on the centre console, your head propped up on your palm lamely as you turn it left to right, half-listening to Wade and Logan argue like you're at a tennis match.

You'd almost flown forward into the front of the car when it came to an abrupt stop, tyres screeching as you let out a soft yelp in surprise. Wade hears you, and wordlessly pushes you back softly. You'd heard something spat out from Logan, along the lines of "You'll never save the fucking world!", followed by Wade's voice saying, "I'm gonna fight you now." and then the sound of a sickening crunch as he punches Logan in the nose.

It's milliseconds before you see your boyfriend's arm reach back and open your door, gently ushering you out with a soft, "Why don't you go for a walk, pretty girl?"

You know better than to argue, especially with Logan seething in the front seat, so you hop out of the car, shutting the door behind you as you trudge off into the trees, half grateful for being kicked out of the car so you didn't have to listen to Logan's grumbles when you inevitably had to ask him to pull over so you could pee.

You could hear the yelling and grunting in the distance, shaking your head as you hear the faint shatter of glass, followed by a - less than masculine - squeal from your boyfriend. You laughed to yourself, not worried in the slightest as you hear the fighting between the two, Logan's growls echoing through the trees as he squelches his claws into your boyfriend's stomach.

You'd told Wade to give Logan a break, and that eventually he would find out about his 'educated wish', but he hadn't listened, instead continuing to push and push and push Logan until, expectedly, he reached his breaking point.

You wandered around amongst the trees for a while, before slumping against a tree not too far from the car, your eyes growing heavy as you listened to the soft rustle of the leaves above you.

You wake up groggily, looking around the room as you rub sleep from your eyes. You startle when a red suit appears in front of you, but it's not the Deadpool suit that you're all too familiar with.

"I'm Elektra, that's Gambit," the woman points to a man in a helmet, who's stood in the corner, playing with cards, "and that's Blade," she points over her shoulder with her thumb to the man in a long, leather trench-coat.

"I.. uhm.. Hi?" you say, taken aback by this sudden bombardment of strangers.

"We're helping you and your friends get out of the void." Elektra explains, offering her hand to help you stand up. You take it gratefully.

"...Oh, cool..." you say, still groggy from being asleep for so long. "..are.. are they around?"

Elektra nods, pointing outside with her head, "Yellow's by the fire, Red's... around here somewhere."

You nod, thanking her and smiling awkwardly at Blade and Gambit as you walk outside, the smoke from the fire consuming your nostrils as you step out. You spot Logan by the fire, but see that he's sitting with someone.

'She looks an awful lot like that X-23 girl we saw at the TVA.' you think, not ruling out the possibility that it is her with the level of weirdness that had already occurred during your short time in the void. You tread on, looking around before you spot the Honda Odyssey. You shake your head, rolling your eyes as you walk to the drivers door of the car, opening it to reveal your boyfriend in the back-seat, pulling his katana's out of the passenger's seat next to you as you plop into the driver's seat.

He looks up when he hears the car door open, and the white eyes of his mask visible soften as he sees you.

"Hey baby," he coos, scooching forward in the back-seat to press a soft kiss to your cheek through his mask as you sit in the driver's seat, peeking over the headrest to look back at him, "was wonderin' when you were gonna wake up, sleepy head."

You smile softly, before taking a moment to look around at the damage done to the car. Your eyes go wide and your hand flies to your mouth, the other reaching back to swat at Wade's shoulder.

"Wade! What the fuck did you two get up to in here? Jesus Christ!"

You hear a whisper of 'Baby Knife!' followed by a soft grunt as Wade pockets another one of his knives.

"Just some good ol' fashioned fightin', baby! I'm kinda sad you missed it, that shit got good!"

You tut, leaning around the driver's seat to look at him as he's hunched over, digging for another one of his knives beneath the seat.

You hear him mumble something along the lines of 'Hate this fuckin' car' before he shoots up, and you can sense his smile through the mask. He leans back in the seats that are in the very back of the car, right leg thrown over one seat, with his other leg spread, suit-clad knee pressing into the fabric of the other. His eyes sharpen as he looks at you, before groaning softly, throwing his head back in a circle, and sighing.

"Fuck, princess, that fightin's gotten me all worked up," he groans, chin pressed to the top of his chest as he looks at you, eyes narrowed.

You feel your thighs rub together at the way he looks at you, the manspreading the cherry on top of a very, very, delicious looking dessert. He chuckles, gesturing to your thighs with his head.

"Saw that, baby." He laughs to himself before he lifts his hand, beckoning you to him with two fingers, his other hand resting on the headrest of the seat in front of him, twiddling Baby Knife between his fingers.

You squirm in your seat before not so agilely climbing over the centre console, crawling over the seat and onto Wade’s lap. He pockets Baby Knife, bringing a hand up to pull the bottom of his mask up, the other settling on your ass as you straddle his waist. 

“Hey doll-face,” he murmurs, smiling and giving your ass a playful squeeze, pulling his mask fully off before placing his hand on the nape of your neck, pulling you into a kiss. 

You moan against his lips as you kiss back, his gloved hand giving your ass a firmer squeeze. Wade uses this opportunity to deepen the kiss, slipping his tongue past your lips as you gasp into his mouth. Your hips grind down subconsciously and he pulls away from the kiss, both of your chests rising quickly as you both try and regain your breath from the heated kiss. 

Wade smirks up at you, moving both of his hands to your hips, squeezing softly, pulling a giggle from your lips before he’s engulfing them in another breathless kiss. He moves your hips with his hands, grinding you down on his boner as it tents in his suit, causing him to buck up absentmindedly as he groans into your mouth. Your breathy whimpers vibrate against his lips, and he pulls away, leaning his head back against the headrest behind him. 

“…Fuck, doll-face,” he groans, looking up at you, “ look what you're fuckin’ do to me, baby.” 

He nods down to his dick, almost bursting out of his suit, and your mouth nearly drops open. Wade thinks to himself that if you were in an animé, you’d have heart emojis bulging from your eyes. 

He takes his hands off your hips, crossing his arms behind his head in faux-laziness as he watches you undo the buckle of his belt, slapping the sides of his legs softly, signalling for him to lift his hips. 

“Watch it, doll-face.” Wade warns, half-joking, “Ask me nicely, please.” 

You groan, giving him your ‘are-you-fucking-serious-right-now’ glare as you tug at his belt. He’d been on the receiving end of this look many times in the past, so he’s unfazed as he chuckles dryly, planting his hips down.

 “I can wait, Princess.” 

You roll your eyes, huffing. “Please, Wade,” you glare at him, “Will you please lift your hips up so I can get your dick out?” 

You add a pout and a flutter of your lashes at the end, and his resolve noticeably crumbles. He huffs, lifting his hips up off the car seat just enough for you to pull down his pants slightly. You dip your hand into his underwear, giving his dick a soft tug before freeing it from the tight pants of his Deadpool suit. 

You gather some spit in your mouth, looking at your boyfriend through your lashes before spitting onto the tip of his cock, using your hand to spread it along his length, squeezing softly around the base. Wade groans from below you, his hips bucking into your hand.

“Fuck, hotstuff, ya’ killin’ me here.” 

Wade hisses as you squeeze a bit harder around his dick, the pretty ring he’d proposed to you with cold against his skin. 

He almost whines, stopping himself by biting his lip, “Oh, c’mon baby, what’d I do to deserve this teasin’, huh? I fought so valiantly against ol’ Wolvie, didn’t I, princess? Don’t I deserve to be treated nicely?” 

Something about the whiny-ness of his tone sends a pang to your heart, and pussy, and you grind down against his thigh absentmindedly before putting both your hands on his shoulders. 

“Help me out, would ya’, Wadey?” you ask sweetly, shimmying your hips slightly to gain his attention. 

His hands fly to your tights, tugging them down your thighs, lifting your legs softly, one by one, and peeling your pants off, leaving you hovering above him in your prettiest pair of panties. You’d been wearing them as a birthday surprise for him, but you’d both been snagged by the TVA before you could put them to good use… until now. 

Wade’s breath hitches from beneath you as his eyes land on your panties, his lower lip bitten between his teeth as his chest heaves. 

“Fuck, doll-face, what’re you all dressed up for?” he says, tracing a gloved hand over the lacy hem of your white panties, pressing a soft kiss to the little blue bow in the middle, before blowing a puff of cool air onto the damp spot beneath it. 

Your legs wobble softly and a shiver runs up your spine, leaving you grateful for your hands planted on your boyfriend's broad shoulders. 

You muster the breath to say, “They’re for you, baby… Well, they were for your birthday…”

He groans softly, pressing a soft kiss to your mound before pushing the thin fabric to the side, swiping a gloved finger through your slick. 

“Shit, baby.. Y’so wet f’me,” he says, voice breathless. “Fuck those stupid fucking day players, keeping my beautiful fiance, and her beautiful fucking panties from me on my birthday. What assholes, hey baby?” He says, pressing his thumb to your clit harshly as he blows another puff of air onto your slick pussy, causing your hips to buck into the air. 

You whine softly, bringing a hand to pump Wade’s cock once again, nodding mindlessly at his question that he knows you didn’t even hear. 

Wade chuckles, the sound rumbling from deep in his chest and shooting straight to your cunt, your thighs squeezing around his hand as he thumbs your clit lazily. 

You shuffle yourself forward on his lap, holding onto Wade’s strong shoulder with your hand, the other slowly pumping his cock as you lift yourself up, breathing hitching as you push yourself down onto the tip of Wade’s dick. 

His breath hitches beneath you, rubbing soothing circles on your hips through his gloves as you sink down onto him. His hands grip your hips tighter as he bottoms out, your eyes squeezed shut as you clamp down on his length. 

“Shit, baby, I could blow my load right now.” Wade gasps, head thrown back as his grip tightens on your hips, moving you up and down on his cock. You follow suit with his movements, digging your nails into the fabric of his suit as you leverage yourself on his shoulders, pushing yourself up and slamming yourself down on his cock, a moan slipping from your lips at every drag of his dick along your walls. 

Your hips stutter slightly, and Wade takes this as his cue, moving his hands from your hips to gain a strong grip on your ass, lifting you up and slamming his hips to meet yours. You whine softly, eyebrows knitting together and biting your lip as the soft squelch of your wetness reverberates around the car, your chest heaving with exertion, skin dewy with a thin sheen of sweat. 

You throw your head back, moaning wantonly, one hand coming off of Wade’s shoulder and pressing against the roof of the car. 

“...Shit…Wade!” you stammer as he moves one hand to your lower stomach, his thumb pressing harshly on your clit through his glove.

You slam your hips down to meet Wade's quicker, chasing your high as Wade slams his hips up to meet yours, his head thrown back against the head-rest behind him, eyes closed, as he groans softly.

"C'mon, doll-face," Wade grunts from beneath you, rubbing cruel circles on your clit as he bucks into you, "...y'gonna cum? Can feel you squeezing around me, princess."

You moan softly, babbling something like a 'uh-huh' as your eyebrows knit together, eyes shutting tight as you feel the coil building in your lower belly, threatening to snap any moment.

Wade feels you clamping around him, looking up and watching as you throw your head back, your grip on his shoulder tightening.

"That's it, baby," he groans from under you, pinching at your clit meanly causing you to whimper softly, your head coming forward, forehead resting against his as you grind down onto his cock.

"C'mon, hotstuff, give it to me..." he grunts, feeling his own orgasm coming as you clench down on him like a vice, a string of curse words sputtering from your lips as he feels you gush around him.

"...Shit, baby... Good girl," he coos, fucking you through your orgasm as he cums, soft grunts sounding in your ear as he bucks into you before stilling, stopping the movements of his thumb on your clit, as he lifts you up gently and pulls out. He pulls his hand away from your clit, but not before collecting a part of the mixture of yours and his cum on his gloved fingers, pushing it slowly back in to your drooling pussy. You whine, overstimulated, and he tuts, pushing your panties back into place and pulling your pants back up your legs, leaning back in the seat as you slump against his chest.

He smiles, giving your bum a soft pat and pressing a kiss to your hairline, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “I lied, doll-face, the Honda Odyssey fucks, hard.”

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[dalsrealities]

⌞𝓜ORE 𝓜ETHODS⟢𝓕OR 𝓥OID 𝓢TATE⌝

so, some people asked for the other methods for the void state. i'm gonna try to explain them as detailed as i can.

𓇼 First method:

⤷Lullaby method.

This one is actually super easy, the easiest i would say. you just gotta lay down, as if you were going to sleep. for this method you do have to be a bit sleepy to do it since you'll doing as you drift off to sleep.

once you laid down, relax, close your eyes, you can say some affirmations if you want in the meanwhile of getting sleepy. when you feel your eyelids starting to close, start affirming to enter the void state. "i am", "i am the void state", "i already am in the void state", etc. (i posted more affirmations in my post about the void state)

you're going to feel yourself fall asleep, but your mind is somehow still awake. and when you feel nothing, no touch, no smell, noise, just nothing, you'll now you're there.

𓇼 Second method:

⤷Commanding your subconscious.

This method, at least for me is not as easy as entering the void with no method or doing the Lullaby one. But, i still decided to share it in case someone does like it. I'm going to separate this method in 2 parts.

𝙸. What is to command your subconscious?

Commanding you subconscious is talking to it directly and trusting that it will manifest your desires for you. that's literally just it. your subconscious knows every single thing you want. whenever you desire something or just think of "having" it, your subconscious immediately starts working to give it to you.

now, you might think "but, Dal, if that actually happened, wouldn't i have everything i've ever desired?" uhm, no. first of all, you may think that just by saying something like "oh, i really want this necklace" (or something), that's a manifestation and your subconscious will start working on it. but that's not how it works.

you have to trust and have faith on your subconscious, you have to give it a little talk about what you want to manifest. and if it doesn't work, that's because you applied methods to manifest, but then overthought it and let your intrusive/impulsive thoughts get in the way, and you didn't trust your subconscious at all.

𝙸𝙸. how do we actually do it?

like i mentioned before, it's just talking to it directly. you can do it anytime, aloud or silently. for example; "hey subconscious, i wanna induce to the void state tonight, i know you'll get me there", "hey subconscious, i'm gonna pass my test tomorrow, i know you'll manifest that for me, yeah?". you can do it however you want, talk to it however you want. like it's your friend, just normal, or whatever you like.

once you've commanded what you wanted, all you need to do is have faith and trust your subconscious. but after expressing your desires, don't be insecure, for example; "what am i doing?", "will this even work?" i mean, it definitely won't work if that's how you think...

when you're insecure you're just showing your mind you don't trust on it, so why would it then do the things you've commanded? don't overthink things, let go of all those thoughts. sometimes it is difficult, it happened to me. i had like this annoying chihuahua barking in my ear that it wouldn't work, that what would i do then if it didn't work. just ignore it, as hard as it is at first, just do it.

𓇼 Third method:

⤷Sleep paralysis.

There are lots of ways to induce to a sleep paralysis, and jesus i hate sleep paralysis but someone asked for it so i'll do it for her 💪.

i feel like sleep paralysys and the void are pretty much the same but still different but anyways. i'll explain how to induce to a sleep paralysys.

the easiest way to do this is WBTB. i found this in a reddit post and what surprised me was that it had been posted 10 YEARS ago. like, i didn't know we had been doing this even before 2020.

anyways, how do we do WBTB? what even is it?

WBTB stands for wake back to bed. it basically is going to sleep, setting an alarm to wake up 5-6 hours later, doing something for 20-30 minutes and going back to sleep. this increases lucid dreaming and, sleep paralysis. some posts about WBTB; 1 and 2.

once you've gotten into a sleep paralysis, you can induce to the void state by affirming or whatever you prefer to do.

honestly, at least for me, sleep paralysis feel or are the same as the void, the only difference is that in the sleep paralysis you can open your eyes (i think). but the ways of getting/inducing to them are pretty much similar if not the same.

those are the methods that were mentioned in the void state post, i hope it was helpful!!! so yeah, if you have more questions, you can ask with the little botton to ask things.

(for @urprettyangel888 and @badgalriri-axe)

[sweet1delusi0ns]

Nicknames you call naruto boys ──☆*:・ﾟ

Characters: Naruto🦊,sasuke🗡️,kiba🐺, shikamaru🀄️,shino🪲,neji🎋,Lee🥋, choji🍥,gaara⏳, kankuro🪆

Bold is them~

Fem!reader

Naruto🦊-*

You mostly call him darling or handsome, but sometimes you call him foxy just to tease LOL. At first he was flustered by darling n stuff but soon got use to it, but he never expected the name “foxy” to appear farther along into your relationship

“Y/nnnn! How does my hair look?? I’m trying something new do you like?” “I think you look great foxy!” He stopped for a solid 10 seconds before responding “ah…. Heh… are you making fun of mee?” “No I’m callin you foxy cuz your a fox!” “Literally?” “No I’m calling you hot, foxy means attractive silly” Again he paused trying to understand what is happening. “SHE THINKS IM HOT!” He hopes he said that in his head

Sasuke🗡️-*

You call him literally any meaningful name he will either be like “whatever” or about to cry, just depends what you call him. You can call him babe/sweetie/honey or whatever and he wouldn’t react but he will break if you call him “baby boy” he has issues but you can fill that void for him.

“Sasuke, let’s go to bed” “I mustn’t y/n. I’m far too busy, I will be in bed in three hours. Promise” you grab his hand stopping him from walking out the door “baby boy please. I worry about you… let’s go to bed” you can feel his hand twitch in yours, he turns to meet your eyes. His face visibly softens almost to a sad expression. “Yes, darling. Ok…”

Kiba🐺-*

Love, baby, good boy and puppy. Puppy for obvious reasons, I’ve said it before when he gets tired he wants your attention 100%. he wants to cuddle and talk literally anything as long as he has your attention, and the cherry on top is when you call him puppy. Throughout the day you call him nicknames like “Kiba baby, can you hand me my bag” or “love your going to be latee!” but puppy is only for special moments

He was irritated over god knows what and all he wanted was to cuddle so that’s what he gets! “I’d be irritated too Kiba now come hereee” “thank god! I just need some private time with you..” instantly climbed into your lap to sprawl out “of course! We can cuddle all you need puppy” you can see the dumb smirk growing in his face as he giggles like an idiot while growing red

Shikamaru🀄️-*

You guys share the same nicknames with each other so you call him things like dear and sweetie. He’s very chill with nicknames but he does find them adorable especially when they come from you.

“Shika?….Shikamaru??? sweetie?… DEAR!!!?” “WHAAAAAAATTTT” “DONT SASS ME IM TRYING TO GET YOUR ATTENTION!” “SORRY….what?” “I love you~” “god your such a pain… love you too”

Shino🪲-*

Bug boy LOL. Yes bug boy but also sweetheart mostly! He barely reacts to things you do but every now and then you can catch a little smile on his cute face~

“Sweetheart~” “yes love bug?” “Have I ever told you how cute you are?” “Ah…uhm..no you haven’t, thank you” you giggle “I can see the smile!” he quickly tucks into his shirt once he realized he has been caught

Neji🎋-*

Let’s be honest. He’s pretty. So the name must  acknowledge his prettiness pretty boy! He always thought the name was silly “why not handsome boy?” “Because your pretty? I mean you are handsome but pretty boy is cuter!”

“Where you headin pretty boy?” “Out for a walk, care to join?…again with the silly name y/n?” “Sure I’ll join, and yes again with the silly name I’ll never stop until you love it!” He stopped responding just to talk to himself “little do you know I do…” he whispered

Lee🥋-*

He’s chooses the nicknames honestly. He’s just a ball of excitement when it come to your relationship. He’s on top of communication so nicknames were talked about at the beginning.

“Oooo can my nickname be honey bun!!! OH or maybe perfect, loving, amazing, handsome boyfriend!” “Well that’s to long for a pet name uhm.. how about just handsome, honey and love?” “AH PERFECT!” He reacts clapping his hands together

Choji🍥-*

You are very very special to him so you are the only one he lets call him big boy, because he knows that you NEVER mean it in a insulting way. In fact you mostly use it as a flirt~ along with sweetie or buds!

“God I could just eat you up big boy~” or “sweetie pie your lookin handsome today!” He is very anxious and insecure sometimes so you gotta make him feel like the hottest man in your eyes~ some times he just lays on your chest listening to all your praises and compliments

Gaara⏳-*

He doesn’t care what you call him he just appreciates you no matter what. But you decided rose would be perfect~ not just because his hair is red but you also find him as beautiful and perfect as a budding rose

“Rose can you hand me my water” “am…I rose?” You giggle “yes Gaara!” “Oh. Thank you y/n!” He flashes a smile “Aw I love you Gaara~” “I love you too..”

Kankuro🪆-*

He doesn’t care what you call him but he does find it a little hot if you call him a “bad boy” but that rarely ever happens, mostly it’s just darling, sexy or handsome (he likes compliments ok)

You can observe him applying his makeup so you can chime in “your a handsome one arent ya?” “I know right~” “ok bad boy, calm down with your cockiness-” “Mmmm call me that again~” “ok I’m leaving moment ruined.” He’s so annoying and cocky but we love him

[savemeafruitjuice]

My first Sonic fic! 😈🔥 🔥 🔥🗣️‼️‼️

(and my first fic of the year)

Lee: Sonic

Ler: Maddie, Tom

TW!: SLIGHT MENTIONS OF GORE! (Not really descriptive, just a reference to a movie) Other than that just fluff!!!!!

THIS IS SET AFTER THE EVENTS OF THE FIRST MOVIE, SO BE AWARE!!! ALSO, NFSW DNI!!!! THIS IS A FAMILY. A CHILD AND HIS PARENTS.

Maddie had to admit, having a kid was an unexpected change of pace to her slower small-town life, but a welcome one nonetheless.

She and her husband, Tom, had recently adopted a young blue hedgehog, who just happened to have come from another universe. Sonic, as she had discovered his name to be, had joined their family after years of being hidden from the world. His newfound family had given him a chance to experience a safe and fun childhood- one that he enjoyed and cherished every single day.

Sonic seemed to be having a blast catching up on all of the things to do in Green Hills, and although he loved the sports, games, and foods he had gotten to try, an interest that had really stuck out among the rest was watching movies. Maddie found it interesting as to how such an energetic teen could be pacified into calmly sitting just by having a film playing in front of him.

Which, she wasn't going to judge at all. Especially when it meant a few hours of peace and quiet.

Sonic had made it a point to she and Tom that they should all watch movies together, admitting as to how he had totally-not-creepily watched a few from their window before he was discovered by the couple, but never got to finish most of them. This prompted an excited, albeit slightly concerned, Tom to insist on the three of them watching all of the classics that night, and having a bit of family time.

And just like that, the newly-made hedgehog mom was lounging on the couch, surrounded by plenty of blankets and pillows as Tom was going through their DVDs, naming them off as their blue-quilled son jumped up and down excitedly next to him, babbling about his favorite parts.

"Uhm.. Oh! How about 'Karate Kid'?"

Sonic jumped onto the couch, barely missing Maddie's leg, and did some ninja-kicks at the air, imitating some moves he must have seen in the movie. "Ohohoh! I love that one!"

Tom chuckled, flipping through another couple discs. "We also have 'The Princess Bride', have you seen that one?"

The hedgehog stopped his attack on the void, going back to bouncing on the couch cushions. "Hmm.. I didn't really understand parts of it. Like, near the end when Westley was threatening to cut off the other dude's nose and mouth and stuff, but leave his ears. Why would a dead guy be able to hear?"

At her husband's pause, Maddie laughed, shaking her head fondly. "I think it was the idea that his soul would still be able to hear things from his body's place. You don't have to look that far into it, though, hun."

Sonic shrugged, and Tom stood from his spot on the floor, carrying the selection of movies the three had agreed on, and settled them near the tv. He put one in the DVD player, and plopped down on the opposite side of the couch as his wife, leaving a bit of room for Sonic to sit once he was ready.

As the first movie's title appeared on the screen, Sonic cheered, letting himself fall onto the couch. He scooted back, then curled up against Maddie's side. "Alright! Jurassic Park sounds cool!"

"Betcha didn't know there are three Jurassic Park movies."

"And another three- don't forget Jurassic World, Tom."

The brunette smiled. "Right, can't forget those."

Sonic was practically in awe, jaw dropped as he stared at the two. "Wait, what? You're telling me there are six movies about dinosaurs?!" He sighed, flopping back onto the couch. "We have to watch them all!"

"Wohow, you're getting ahead of yourself there." Tom laughed, ruffling the smaller's head. "We can't watch all of them tonight, but I promise we can eventually. Just.. not all in one sitting."

Sonic smiled, nodding at the assurance. Tom then pressed play, and the family quieted, focused on the beginning scene in front of them.

As the movie played, Sonic had found himself deeply invested in the plot, rearranging himself every now and then into a more comfortable position. As of now, he was curled up in Maddie's lap, socked feet in Tom's lap. The teen's head was propped up in his hand as he focused on the tv screen, being caught off guard as a dinosaur screeched loudly, flinching back.

He froze, the hedgehog subtly glanced at Tom's face, hoping the Sheriff, nor Maddie noticed him jump. When neither of them had a reaction, Sonic let out a quiet sigh, trying to go back to focusing on the tense scene that was happening.

A couple minutes had passed, and he had finally relaxed again. The air in the room was peaceful, and everyone was calm. Maddie subconsciously reached a hand to gently rub at Sonic's side, used to holding hands with her husband or something of the sort when watching things together.

Nothing, though, could have prepared the small family for the noise that elicited from the blue hedgehog's mouth.

At the touch, Sonic absolutely screamed as if he had been shocked with a million volts of electricity, his head tumbling from his hand as he whipped around. The veterinarian's eyes widened, and her hand quickly pulled away from her son's body.

"Sonic! Are you okay?"

Maddie's eyes swept thoroughly over his torso, searching for any possible sign of injury. Sonic, on the other hand, was now turned to face her, looking just as shocked as she did.

"I- yeah, I'm okay. I guess you just.. scared me?"

Tom looked puzzled. "Seems that way, huh? We weren't even watching a scary movie, kiddo."

The teen shrugged. "I know. Weird."

Maddie thought for a moment, brows furrowing slightly as an idea formed. "Sonic.. Is it alright if I try that again? Just.. to make sure everything's alright."

Sonic nodded, sitting up to allow her easier access. As her hand went to gently touch his side, he glanced down with equal interest, only to jump and giggle the second her hand came into contact with his skin.

"AH! Wait- hahah!"

The green-eyed hedgehog looked up with a confused grin, head tilting slightly as Maddie pulled away again. She smiled back, laughing a bit as she spoke. "Looks like we figurehed out what 'scahared' you!"

Sonic looked back down at himself, grabbing his own side, face pinching in a perplexed expression. "What.. was that? You just- you made me laugh?"

Maddie glanced at her husband, who seemed to be shocked by this new piece of information. The sheriff's jaw dropped, and he stared at Sonic in disbelief.

"You mean you don't know what tickling is?"

When the smaller shook his head, Maddie quickly interjected. "Okay, we are fixing that right now." She straightened up in her spot, and reached for his side again.

"Tickling is when someone touches a specific part of the body that makes them laugh." She squished at his torso, gaze softening as he burst into happy giggles. "It's an involuntary response."

Sonic jerked away from the offending hand, flopping to the side as his arms went to curl around his belly. "Ahah! Snrt- Yohou mean Ihi've been wastihihing my time on johokes? This is- Snrt- ahawesome!" The teen kicked his legs out, squealing as another hand came to his knee. "HAH! Tohohom, noHO!"

"I still can't believe you had no idea what tickling is! I wonder where else you're ticklish!" Tom's excited smile morphed into something more smug, and he spidered his fingers all along the laughing teen's knees, reaching a hand up to dig into his underarm too.

A squeaky squeal escaped from Sonic's mouth, and he quickly clamped his arm down, kicking his legs out frantically. Maddie snickered, placing a hand over her husband's as she spoke. "Be gentle with him. We don't wanna overwhelm the poor kid."

Tom rolled his eyes playfully, but went back to tickling at his knees. When Sonic exploded into bright laughter again, trying to pull his legs away, he stopped, moving to instead rub at his leg comfortingly.

The hedgehog looked up as the fluttery sensation stopped, a confused residual smile plastered on his face. "Whahah.. Why'd yohou guys stop?"

"Figured you needed a break. You were laughing pretty hard there."

Maddie smiled for probably the umpteenth time today. "Unless you want us to keep going?"

She noticed a tinge of shyness in his tone, but the happy smile he wore way outshined it. "Yeah! I-If thats okay, of course. Tickling is just.. really fun!"

"We'd be happy to!" She beamed, bringing her fingers to his belly, scribbling her nails over it. Sonic's limbs flailed for a moment, then his hands snapped up, holding onto his mom's wrists, giddy laughter spilling from his mouth when Tom wiggled a finger into the crook of his neck.

The smaller cackled, scrunching his shoulders up. He wiggled about, legs instinctively kicking at Tom and Maddie's arms, though despite his half-hearted struggling, the kid looked like he was having a blast.

Maddie cooed, half expecting to be pushed away, but she never was. Sonic just held onto her, eyes squeezing shut in mirth. After a few seconds, Tom pulled his hands back once more, his son peeking an eye open through his giggles to see what was going on.

"Honey, can you get his hands? I wanna try something."

"Sure, Tom." She smiled, reaching forward a bit to gently scoop up the smaller's wriggling arms, lifting them above his head.

Sonic tugged at his hands, attempting to pull his legs up to gain some sort of protection, as he was feeling a lot more exposed now. An anticipatory smile tugged at his lips as Tom drew closer.

"Nahah! Snrk- Get awahay!" Sonic tried to kick at the elder, only to squeal in an embarrassingly high pitch as his ankle was grabbed and pulled away, being quickly pinned onto the couch. "Tohom! Whahat're yohou doihihing?"

The brunette grinned, sneaking a tickle across his son's side, prompting the younger to burst back into giggles.

"Nothing much, bud. I just wanna introduce you to tickling properly. And this is the best way to do it!" Tom lunged forward, inhaling deeply before blowing a huge raspberry against Sonic's belly.

The hedgehog shrieked, immediately tearing his arms and leg from his parent's grasp as he exploded into cackles. His arms curled around Tom's head, eyes going wide at the horribly ticklish feeling shooting through his torso.

"PFFAAHAH! SNRK- TOHOM!" he squealed, legs kicking frantically in a blur of movement. A few seconds went by, and the raspberry still didn't stop! The blue teen tossed his head to the side, cheeks growing redder the longer he laughed. "EEEAHAH! HAHAH! SNRK- OKAY OKAY OKAHAHAY! PLEHEHEASE!"

Tom pulled away, chuckling at the giggling mess of laughter on the couch. "Whahat? Too ticklish for you?"

Maddie laughed, shaking her head as she helped the younger up. "Oh my goodness.."

The blue-themed teen slumped into her, hiding his residual giggles into his hands as he recovered from the playful attack. "Geheez, I.. cahan't believe thahat- Snrk- just happehened.."

After taking a moment to catch his breath, Sonic let his arms fall from their spot over his face. He looked up at Tom with a gentle smile. "..Thanks, Tom."

The sheriff smiled back, then crashed into the two, wrapping his family in a hug. "No problem, little man."

The three seemed perfectly content, until the youngest burst into laughter again. "Pfft! Wehe- We plahanned out this whohole movie night, and didn't eheven watch a sihingle movie!"

"Ohoh yeah! We were watching a movie, weren't we?"

Maddie cracked up, shaking her head at the silliness of the situation. "Ihi don't even remember what part we were at.."

"Rihight.." The youngest thought for a minute, then shrugged. "Yeah, I don't know."

"Want to pick a different one, and go back to Jurassic park later?"

"Yeah! Oh, I know the perfect one.."

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Rahhh I finally finished it!! I really liked writing this, they're such sillies! 💙💛💙💛

[calamity-talvi]

A bet made with spite

Leon and Merlin clinked their mugs and downed them in one gulp. It was their monthly gathering where they drank into the early hours and complained about this and that to get things off their chest before they festered.

Mostly it was them arguing about how often Arthur put himself into danger. In that, they frequently commiserated, and so their monthly drinking began.

“You know, he practically walked into that ar-arrow last week!” Leon bemoaned, as he poured himself another cup of ale. 

Expecting Merlin to give his usual response of how idiotic Arthur had been, Leon was rather surprised when instead Merlin looked down at his empty mug, his expression one that was far away. “It’s funny with all… all these near misses we’ve suffered. I think… I think I can’t die.” Merlin muttered mostly to himself.

“You can’t die?” Leon asked, suddenly feeling as if he had been drenched in cold water and a whole lot more sober.

“I’ve lived through things I shouldn’t have Leon.” Merlin gave a self-deprecating smile. “I wonder if anything will actually kill me at this point.”

“Meeerrrliiinnn….” Leon dragged out and wrapped an arm around Merlin. “Death comes for us all, mate. Don’t go wishing for it too early.”

“But what if it doesn’t come for me.” He asked with a tearful wobble.

Leon tightened his hold and his still drunken brain decided to try and lighten the mood. “I’m sure I’m going to outlive you Merlin, after all I’m a trained knight!”

“Wh- What if I outlive you all?!” Merlin exclaimed.

At this point they were both fairly deep into their cups, so blindly drunk mind you that more than likely they weren’t going to recall what had been said at this point. Therefore, like foolishly drunk people often do, they made a bet. Which seemed to put a stop to Merlin’s tears and soothe his fears.

The bet in question was over who would outlive the other.

Where Merlin forgot the bet, lost to the void of a dunkards actions, Leon recalled it and he was determined to put Merlin’s fear to bed and outlive the younger man. 

~oOo~

Arthur looked in disbelief as Leon sipped on a mug of coffee and had recounted this tale.

“So you made a bet with the most powerful warlock to walk the Earth about who would outlive the other?” Arthur asked, still partly thinking it had to be some sort of joke and he was imagining the whole thing.

“Pretty much.” Leon said with nonchalance. “I’m rather good at winning bets as Gwaine quickly found out and so I don’t wish to break that streak.”

“Um- uhm…” Arthur tried and failed to form words to explain what he was thinking.

Leon continued to glance back at his newspaper and up at Arthur, entirely unbothered by Arthur’s current mental breakdown. “Oh if you wouldn’t mind not telling Merlin about this. I’m fairly certain he doesn’t recall the bet and I would hate for him to think that I only stayed around for some drunken bet.”

“But you just said you did. That you spitefully kept yourself alive to outlast him!” Arthur almost shouted, his head spinning from all of this new information.

“But he doesn’t need to know that, sire.”

At that moment Merlin returned to the room with a wide grin gracing his features. “What have you guys been talking about? I was just calling work and arranging to take a few days off to get Arthur settled into the modern world.”

“Nothing!” The pair of them replied simultaneously, wordlessly vowing to never let Merlin find out the truth.

Read this on Ao3!

Made for the bonus badge for @merlinbingo & T3 "Free Square"

Also inspired by a conversation with @theroundbartable so thanks for that :)

[dilly-dahlia]

DROP ANOTHER DANTE ONESHOT AND MY LIFE IS YOURRRRRSSSSSSSSSS HES SO PATHETIC I LOVE HIM

Boy in Love

pairing: Dante x Reader

content: MyStreet season 1, theatre teacher!reader, angst with a happy ending??, reader and Dante met on Tinder, use of y/n, Dante is kind of a red flag tbh...

summary: All your life you'd wanted true love, even more so after you had played countless roles in which your character fell in love with another. And when you finally meet a man and think all is well, you find out he doesn't like musicals.

word count: 5.5k (hello??? i did not realize it was that long)

a/n: ask and you shall receive ofc I will drop another Dante one shot I love that pathetic lovesick fool with everything I have

masterlist

You glanced down at your phone screen again. 7:23, it read.

Dante was almost an hour late. Although, you really shouldn’t have expected much from a guy you met on Tinder, the app you downloaded in a last ditch effort to find a boyfriend. God, you really were desperate.

You had talked to Dante before going on the first date. In fact, this was your third. It was nicer than the two before, as he had planned a reservation at a fancy restaurant for it. But if he went through the trouble of making the reservation and then didn’t show up, was he really serious about this?

Your wine glass had already been emptied and you’d already drank nearly three cups of sweet tea. You still hadn’t ordered a proper meal yet, but you were using the complimentary rolls to hold you over until Dante showed up.

You glanced down at your phone again when it buzzed.

Dante: I am so sorry, I got caught in really bad traffic. I’ll be there in five minutes

You huff out a sigh at the text, rolling your eyes as you picked up your phone and opened the message.

You: It’s okay. I’ll just get another basket of rolls

You turned off your phone and tucked it away. You didn’t want to look at it anymore. You let out another sigh and leaned against the table, your arms crossed.

By the time Dante had waltzed into the restaurant, you had looked through the menu twice and noticed yours was void of prices. Dante stood in the foyer, looking around for you before pointing and saying something to the host. He started towards you and sat in the chair across from yours, his hair tousled from the wind outside.

“I’m so sorry,” he told you again. He’d probably recite his text to you. “I got stuck in terrible traffic. There was a crash on-“

You shook your head. “It’s okay,” you said. “I don’t mind. Stuff happens.”

You gave him a soft smile, which he returned with a small boyish one of his own. It wasn’t long before the waiter approached your table and took your proper orders.

“Do you like the place?” Dante asked as you handed your menu to the waiter. “So far, I mean. I know you haven’t tried it yet.”

You nodded. “Yeah, I like it. The atmosphere is really nice.”

And by that you meant it made you feel extraordinarily poor. Nearly everything was draped in red velvet and the flutes for champagne and wine glasses were made of crystal. There was low lighting, and looking at the other customers alone made your wallet cry. Your teacher salary could only dream of eating at a place like this.

“It’s nice,” you repeated, not knowing what else to say.

Dante smiled. “I’m glad you think so.”

You felt out of place in your cheap Amazon sundress, but seeing Dante sit across from you so boyishly (even if he was wearing slacks and a white button up and cuff links) made your nerves ease. You fidgeted with the gold bangle around your wrist, twisting it around as you rolled a thought over in your head.

“I’m, uh,” you began, brushing your hair out of your face. “My students’ musical performances start next week. They’re performing She Loves Me. Maybe you could come to one of the shows? I could let you in for free.”

Dante had lifted the wineglass to his lips, and at your proposal he lowered it. His eyebrows slightly furrowed as he answered. “Oh, uhm, I don’t really do musicals,” he admitted. “Or . . . plays, for that matter.”

“Oh.” Your eyes slightly widened. How did you manage to pick someone that wouldn’t even consider supporting your job? “Oh, that’s alright. I just . . . I thought I’d extend an invitation if you wanted to come.”

You smiled nervously, lifting your own wine glass to your lips in an attempt to hide the flush on your face.

“I appreciate the offer.”

You thanked Irene that the food arrived at that exact moment. It gave you the chance to distract yourself and try to recover from how awkward this date had been so far. The last two weren’t so tense, so why was this one?

“So you’re a theater teacher?” Dante asked, rubbing his jaw.

You nodded, twirling the pasta noodles around your fork. He didn’t know that? You could’ve sworn you told him. Even if you didn’t, you had put it in your Tinder bio. “For high school, yes. I teach at Phoenix Drop High.”

Dante hummed in response and said, “I went to school there,” but didn’t offer anything else . You felt awkward just letting the tension in the air thicken, so you cleared your throat and kept talking.

“It was one of the only things I ever wanted to be. I was a theater kid in school, so it always interested me.”

“Were you a weird one?” he asked.

“I don’t think so,” you replied, thinking back. You never really did anything embarrassing. “No, not really. I just really liked it.”

Dante didn’t say anything else and neither did you. An uncomfortable silence enveloped the two of you as your forks clanked against your dishes.

The rest of the date consisted of the odd statement and curt response every couple minutes. The two of you couldn’t seem to fall into any sort of conversation, and you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed when the waiter gave you a pitying look as he refilled your wine glasses. Dante requested the check, and it was a moment more before the waiter placed a small black book on Dante’s side of the table. You reached for it, but Dante pulled it away from your grasp before you could.

“I can pay for half,” you said, meeting his gaze.

He shook his head, pulling his wallet from his pocket and pulled out his card. “I can pay. I arrived late, so it’s the least I can do. Besides, this restaurant doesn’t let the woman pay if she’s on a date.”

He smiled at you, which you returned. So that’s why your menu didn’t have prices. Maybe he was serious about this. You couldn’t fathom another reason he would bring you here.

You followed Dante out once he had paid, shrugging on your coat before stepping outside.

“Could I give you a ride home?” he asked. He had fallen into step with you.

“I would love if you did, but my car is here,” you softly said. “And I have to be at work early tomorrow, so I can’t leave it.”

“I’ll walk you to your car, then.”

You smiled, glancing down at your feet. “Okay.”

So he followed you to your car, making sure to stay close to you. You started your car once you reached it, and stood with Dante until he bid you farewell.

“Can I take you out again tomorrow?” he asked. He gave you another of his shy, boyish smiles and leaned against your car. “Not somewhere as nice as this, just . . . Out. Wherever you want.”

You softly exhaled, thinking about your schedule. You were almost completely booked for the next two and a half weeks.

“I can’t,” you said. You exhaled, shifting your weight so you faced him more head on. “It’s tech week and we have to finish the set. I’m at the high school until eight tomorrow. The only reason I could go on this date is because it’s Wednesday.”

You forced yourself to chuckle, something to try and lighten the tense air that was still between the two of you. It didn’t work though, and your strained laughter dried out. Dante rapped his fingers against the roof of your car.

“I’ll text you, then? And we can plan another date?” You nodded. Dante grabbed your hand, his own warm compared to your cold one, and pressed his lips against your knuckles. You smiled, gently squeezing his hand. “I’ll see you?”

You laughed. “Yes, Dante. You will.”

He gave you another boyish smile—you were really staring to love that smile—and leaned forward to brush a kiss to your cheek. He let go of your hand to open your car door for you and blew you a kiss once you had started driving away.

The car ride back to your apartment was quiet. You didn’t listen to music and chose to wallow in your own thoughts.

Dante didn’t like musicals. Or plays. It wouldn’t have been a problem, and if anyone else had told you that you would’ve shrugged it off, but musicals and plays were quite literally your life. You been interested in it since you were little, and even if you became a theatre teacher instead of a big shot actress, you still poured your heart and soul into the program at Phoenix Drop High. Your job meant something to you—your students meant something to you.

Could you really be with someone that didn’t like that?

—

“Heads!”

The chorus of voices rang out as the cyc was slowly lowered. You watched as it was, making sure there wasn’t a stray student beneath it before it was secured against the ground.

You were clicking the tip of your pen, inspecting the set from your seat in the audience. Something was off, but you couldn’t figure out what.

“Levin!” you called. It was a moment before the blond’s head popped out from behind one of the fake buildings on stage. You motioned him over. “And Malachi,” you added.

It wasn’t long before the pair of brother’s stood before you. You pointed behind them at the outside set. “What’s missing?”

Malachi and Levin were your stage hands. They were the ones to ask questions to when you weren’t available and they consulted on nearly every choice for the show.

Not to mention they had an eye for design.

“That one’s too dark,” Malachi said, pointing to the building that sat downstage right. You hummed, considering his words.

He was right. The navy blue walls paired with the chocolate brown trim clashed with the rest of the brightly painted set. It stood out too much. The main focus in the outside set was meant to be the parfumerie.

“Maybe a lighter blue would work?” Levin suggested, turning back to you.

“Maraczek’s is already light blue,” you mused, tapping the tip of the pen to your lips. “See if we have any more of that pastel yellow and swatch it.”

The boys nodded before bounding back onto the stage, disappearing behind the cyc and fake buildings. You were just about to turn back to the script in your hand to make a few final edits when you heard your name.

“Miss L/n!” You lifted your gaze. Leona, a little freshman that often hid her werewolf ears and tail, ran across the stage. “Miss L/n, there’s someone by the red door looking for you.”

Your brows furrowed. You exhaled, setting the open script in your lap down on the music stand in front of you before standing up. You had to use one of the side entrances to get backstage, since the small sets of stairs that were typically at the stage’s edge had been moved. Leona met you in the wing and followed behind you to the door. You pushed it open, confused at the sight of a Domino’s delivery man.

“Can I help you?” you asked, leaning against the door. The sun was just beginning to set and a crisp chill had entered the air.

“For”—the delivery man looked down at the box in his hand—“Y/n?”

You nodded. “That’s me.”

He handed you the box, which you carefully took. You opened your mouth to further question him, but he only said, “It’s already been paid for so don’t worry ‘bout that,” before walking away.

You stood in the open door, baffled. You watched as the delivery man started his car and drove out of the student parking lot, more confused than you had ever been.

“What was that?” Leona chirped, standing on her tiptoes to look over your shoulder.

“I don’t know,” you replied. You finally stepped back into the auditorium, the red door closing loudly behind you. You looked down at the box and opened it. “Oh.”

There was a note stuck to the inside of the lid. Chicken scratch spelled out a short note that made the corners of your lips pull up.

I thought I’d buy you dinner, since I can’t take you out. I don’t know how much you like alfredo, but you always get that on our dates.

It was from Dante, though you doubted he was the one that physically wrote it out. Truthfully, it was probably the most thoughtful thing anyone had done for you in your adult life.

“What is it?” Leona repeated, looking around you to glance at the note. You shook your head and closed the box. Leona was the nosiest girl you knew and you wouldn’t be able to stand if she figured out you were trying to date.

“Just from a friend,” you said, offering her a smile. “They wanted to get me dinner since we can’t hang out tonight.”

Leona hummed, but the way she glanced at you signaled she didn’t believe you. You walked off, glancing down at your watch and noticing the time.

“Alright, dinner!” you called out. “Stuff for sandwiches and leftovers are in the fridge. We’ll continue with set at seven, but I want to give everyone refining notes while they eat.”

You heard a couple yes ma’am’s as you made your way back to the seating area of the auditorium. You picked up your pen and phone from where you had sat and retreated to your office for a moment, opening your contacts and searing for one in particular.

“Hello?”

You smiled at the sound of his voice. “Hey,” you said, sitting at your desk and opening the little container in the box. “You didn’t have to do that.”

You could imagine the grin that spread across his face—the same boyish one you were falling for despite yourself. “I thought it’d be nice to do.”

“It is. I’m surprised you noticed what I like.”

Dante chuckled. “What can I say? I’m not a ladies man for no reason.”

You rolled your eyes. He couldn’t see it, but another laugh slipped from his lips, almost in response to your teasing antics. “Okay, player. Just because you happened to notice something doesn’t make you a ladies man.”

“I like to think I’ve still got it.”

You rolled your eyes again, opening the plastic bag with the plastic fork and napkin before beginning to eat. “Whatever makes you feel better, I suppose. How was your day?”

“Better now that you’ve called me.”

“Is that why you sent me food?”

“Well . . .” You scoffed and he laughed, and for a moment you forgot that he didn’t like what you like. For a moment you could imagine going home to him after a long day of work. “That may have been a risky factor.”

“So you were betting that I would call and make your day better?”

“So many questions.” You laughed this time, the sound ringing like a bell in Dante’s ears. For a moment it made him consider liking what you like, just to hear it again.

Your laughter died down, and a comfortable silence enveloped the two of you. A smile was on your face, one you didn’t even realize was there, as you ate.

Then the moment of fantasy was gone, and you remembered that he didn’t like what you liked, and your smile faded.

“I have to go in a few minutes,” you softly said, looking up through your office window. Most everyone had sat down, laughing with each other as they scarfed down their food. You noticed Leona, looking at you through the window, though she quickly turned her attention back to Yip and Alexis when you caught her eyes.

“Right,” Dante mused. “Say, are you free Saturday?”

“Rehearsal from nine to five,” you replied, glancing over at the calendar you had taped to the wall behind your computer.

“Next week? At all?”

“No . . .” you mumbled. Dante softly cursed, though you couldn’t make out the exact word he used. “We’re practicing with the orchestra, then.”

“Right.”

Just like that the awkward silence similar to the one a few nights ago at the restaurant was back. You bit the inside of your cheek, thinking.

“You could come watch?” you suggested. “Sometime next week before opening night. Rehearsals are four to-“

“I’m busy,” Dante admitted, though it sounded like he didn’t want to.

“Oh.” Was he really busy? Or was his distaste for musicals that strong? “That’s okay.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. Hey, uhm.” You glanced at the time. “Can we talk sometime tomorrow? I’m free from basically eleven-thirty to one o’ five.”

You heard Dante exhale. “Yeah. I’ll be waiting.”

You hummed. “Okay. I have to go now.”

Dante bid you goodbye and promptly hung up. You say in shock for a moment at the abruptness before letting out a heavy breath.

You weren’t sure this was going to work.

—

“Fuck, I messed up,” Dante groaned, covering his face with his hands and running his fingers through his dyed hair. Two weeks had passed, and Dante felt like he had been endlessly battling with himself about whether or not to reach out to you again.

On Friday—sometime between eleven-thirty and one o’ five, just as you’d said—Dante’s phone rang with the chimes he’d assigned specifically to your contact. He’d drummed his fingers against his desk for what seemed like hours before answering.

The news he received was . . . Not great.

You’d told him your predicament—not knowing if you’d be able to be with him knowing he doesn’t like musicals and plays, which you love. It wasn’t just that, though, you’d said, it was that Dante wasn’t willing to put his dislike for it aside and attend a musical just to support you.

It wasn’t technically a breakup, since the two of you had never really officiated the whole boyfriend girlfriend thing, but damn did it feel like one.

At least, Dante imagined this is what a breakup felt like. Was this how every girl he dumped reacted? Maybe he should apologize to the ones he could . . .

“Will you quit moping?” Laurance complained from his place at the kitchen island. He sat in one of the stools, pouring over a check book or inventory log or something. “I can’t focus with all your complaining.”

Dante nearly pulled his hair out. He dropped his hands from his head and turned it to face Laurance. “If you had been dumped you’d know how I feel.”

Dante couldn’t see Laurance’s face, but he could feel the exaggerated eye roll.

“You were not even dating her.”

“I was planning on it!” Dante shouted. He groaned again, running his hands over his face once more before falling sideways onto the couch. The springs squeaked under the strain of his weight.

“Well why didn’t you?”

“I was waiting until the right time. I had planned to ask her when we went to your damn restaurant, and then I found out she’s . . .” Dante hesitated, tripping over his words. “She’s a theatre kid.”

Whatever scribbling Laurance had been doing ceased immediately. Dante didn’t hear the scratch of graphite on paper anymore, and when he looked up he was met with Laurance’s harsh glare.

“Be so serious,” Laurance said. “You didn’t ask her to be your girlfriend because she’s a theatre kid?” He blinked. “That’s so childish.”

Dante flushed. “Well- Okay, it’s not just that-“

“Then what is it?” Laurance set his ballpoint pen down and turned the stool to lean back against the counter, crossing his arms. It made Dante feel like he was being judged.

Which, in all reality, he was. He knew Laurance was refraining from saying a few choice words.

“She’s a teacher. And she teaches at Phoenix Drop High. I don’t-“ Laurance raised an eyebrow in question when Dante stumbled over his words. What was he even trying to say. “You don’t get it.”

“You’re right, I don’t get it. Know why? Because learning a girl’s interests isn’t something that typically deters me. Laurance rolled his eyes. He slipped out of the island chair and walked across the room to the couch. Laurance grabbed Dante’s hand and forced him to sit up, settling in beside him. “Dante, I’ve never seen you more genuinely interested in a girl and the fact that you’re off put by her interest in theatre is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Well what do you propose I do, Mister I-Can-Get-Any-Girl-I-Want? You know I can’t stand musicals.”

Laurance deadpanned. “You like her?”

“Obviously.”

“Then give it a chance. Or pretend. I don’t think she’d mind that you hate musicals so long as you make an effort to support her.” Laurance watched for Dante’s reaction, shrugging when his friend showed no sign of verbal acknowledgment. “Or don’t listen to me. What do I know?”

Laurance stood from the couch. He returned to the island and grabbed the three-ring binder before going off to his room, leaving Dante to wallow in his own thoughts.

Dante stared straight ahead, making eye contact with himself through the TV’s reflection. He sat there for a moment, completely unmoving. He’s sure if someone walked in, they would assume he’d died.

And then, somewhere between mourning the loss of you and processing Laurance’s words, Dante was hit with a sense of clarity.

He’d never really put effort into anything. He enjoyed the chase, but once a girl showed no interest he gave up. And when a girl did show interest, he rejected her when she finally made a move.

He’d never been in this situation before. Having feelings for someone that obviously shared them, and then being very politely rejected because their interests didn’t match.

He started by looking up the Phoenix Drop High theatre program on Instagram. It wasn’t a hard find, as the account was public and followed by Katelyn. He scrolled through the posts, clicking on the pinned one and reading through the advertisement.

It was for the musical. The words She Loves Me were centered in easy to read swirly writing and letters were scattered around the whole flyer. Dante looked at the performance times. It was Sunday, meaning he had one more chance.

He found himself thinking, I’m in deep, as he held his phone up to his ear, waiting for the recipient to answer.

“What do you want?”

Dante breathed out a sigh of relief. “Hey, Katelyn. I was, uh, looking through events in Phoenix Drop and saw that the local high school is putting on a performance.

“So?”

“Do you wanna go with me?”

Katelyn was silent for a moment. “This isn’t going to be a date, right?”

“No,” Dante answered quickly. “No, it’s not. I just want to go.”

Another moment of silence. Then, Katelyn softly exhaled. “Fine.”

—

The last time Dante had been in the Phoenix Drop High auditorium was for his graduation. Irene, he didn’t even want to think about how long ago that was.

It looked the exact same as it did in his memory, though instead of a row of chairs being lines up on the stage there were five small buildings.

He’d paid for both his and Katelyn’s tickets. It was the least he could do for bringing her, though he suspected she had already been since the red-haired woman in the lobby said, “Welcome back.”

Dante didn’t care. He mindlessly followed Katelyn down the rows until she stopped and slipped into seats. Dante sat in the one beside her, adjusting the cuffs of his shirt.

He didn’t know why he had dressed nicer than usual. He knew his usual jeans and T-shirt would have sufficed. But some part of him wanted to . . . Impress you. Win you back, maybe. Convince you that he did care about you and that he was willing to put effort into making sure you knew that.

Irene, he was down bad. Look at him, all dressed up to attend a show he had absolutely zero interest in. What kind of boy in love was he?

Dante never expected to find himself in an auditorium, anticipating the start of the coming show. He never thought he’d be putting this much effort into anything for a girl either. He’d never been that kind of person. His high school self would’ve laughed at him if he knew just how deep in his feelings Dante was.

He wasn’t sure what it was, but when the room lights dimmed and the stage lights lit up in shades of yellow and a pitchy freshman came onstage singing Good morning, Dante couldn’t help but smile.

What he couldn’t figure out was why.

—

He pieced it together when the curtain closed for intermission and he immediately stood up, spinning around like a dummy trying to find you. It was because he could see you in every part of the play. He didn’t know your tastes that well, but the fact that you had chosen a musical about love made perfect sense to him. He was able to see your hand in every set piece and costume—even the way your students acted. A few of your mannerisms were scattered throughout, like the way you covered your mouth when you laughed or twirled your hair when you flirted. He saw all of that.

He didn’t find you during intermission, but once Georg and Amalia kissed and exited and the bows were done and the very last song was sang and you came on stage, a wide smile spread across Dante’s face. There you were, beaming at the audience with pride in the work you had done. You thanked everyone for coming, as well as the entire cast and crew and other unnamed adults that helped tremendously during rehearsals. And then finally, when you set the microphone back on the stand and let your students disperse into the crowd to find their friends and family, Dante was able to get close to you.

Katelyn had already bid him goodbye and left, not caring for whatever Dante was trying to do. Which, if she had waited for him it would’ve been a while. Dante couldn’t quite get close to you. Some parents or student or camera man was constantly walking up to you. But, now that Katelyn was gone, Dante was stranded if you didn’t take him back.

It wasn’t until you’d taken a final photo with the girl who played Amalia (Dante eavesdropped and learned her name was Alexis) that he was able to approach you.

He called your name, which made you turn toward him. When you saw who it was, your eyes widened. Your mouth opened like you were going to say something before you shut it again.

“Dante,” you finally settled on saying. “You’re here.”

Dante smiled. “Yeah. I am.”

—

Finishing a show was always a surreal experience for you. It was always difficult to believe that you had pulled everything together. That the choices you made had created a beautiful portrayal of any play or musical.

The final show was by far the best. Alexis and Yip had managed to perfect the chemistry woven into every conversation Amalia and Georg had. Not to mention Kyle had made a shockingly good Kodaly.

You were beaming with pride and joy while you stood on the stage, thanking everyone for coming and supporting Phoenix Drop High’s theatre students.

Maybe youd lost the one chance at love you had because he didn’t like what you liked, but that was okay. As long as you were able to continue doing what you loved, to continue guiding students into fields they excelled in and enjoyed, it was okay.

You weren’t expecting to see him, though, and when you did your heart squeezed tight.

He was dressed nicely. Slacks and a pressed white collared shirt, not unlike the outfit he’d worn on your date two weeks ago. He was obviously out of place, but he didn’t seem to mind.

“Dante,” you breathed. Your mouth felt dry. What were you supposed to say? You had broken off whatever relationship you had with him because he didn’t want t come, but now . . . “You’re here.”

He smiled. It was soft. Very different from the boyish one he typically sported. His gaze flitted around your face—your eyes then your eyebrows then your cheeks and your lips. “I am.”

“You said you weren’t coming.”

Dante let out a heavy breath. “I did.”

It seemed like he wanted to add more. “But?”

“Well, a friend of mine made me realize that you’re something special.”

“You couldn’t realize that yourself?” Your tone was lighthearted, but behind the teasing you were a bit hurt. It took someone else to make Dante realize he wanted to be with you?

“No, I-“ Dante stuttered, his cheeks turning pink. “Yes. I could realize that myself. It just didn’t- I’m not the best at this.”

“What happened to being a ladies man?”

“Well.” Dante paused, hesitating. It wasn’t until you raised an eyebrow at him in question that he let out a short breath and continued. “I was more of a ladies man in high school, and even I was, uh . . . Low commitment.”

Your eyes widened, but you laughed. Irene, Dante missed that sound. “Low commitment?”

“Loved the chase, not so much the reward.”

You only laughed again, covering your mouth. When your laughter died down, you asked, “So what? Am I, like, your first actual relationship?”

“Sort of? I mean, you and I hadn’t really reached the officially dating stage, so . . .”

You smiled softly. Seeing Dante nervous was refreshing. On all of your dates before he had been the biggest flirt you’d ever met. Seeing him fumble over his words was endearing. It reminded you that he was a human with feelings, too.

“I’m glad you came,” you admitted after a moment.

“I had to,” he replied. It made your smile widen, because he really didn’t. He could have stayed home and continued to try and pursue you. You would have given in eventually. But no, Dante decided to attend the show you had orchestrated. Dante decided to make an effort.

It made your heart swell.

“Do you wanna, like, hang out? Like right now?” he asked, slipping his hands into his pockets. It was probably do you didn’t notice him fidgeting with your fingers.

Your smile slightly faded. Even though the show was officially over, you were still just a tad busy. You saw the moment Dante recognized that. “I’m sorry. There are a couple things I do for seniors since it’s their last show,” you explained.

Dante shook his head. “No, no. It’s alright. I can wait.”

That made you smile, and Dante smiled as well. He was willing to wait.

The two of you walked for a moment longer before Yip announced that they were going to start their little traditions. Dante sat himself back in the audience and watched as your students gathered on the stage and swirled around each other and shared heartwarming stories about their time in the theatre program.

He watched your delight as Levin and Malachi gifted you a bouquet of pink daisies and a VHS of some old She Loves Me production they had found at the thrift store.

He waited until the students started leaving one by one, and when the last one finally left, he approached you again. Now it was just the two of you in the auditorium.

You smiled at him, gathering the daisies and VHS in your arms before swiping your keys from a table backstage. “Ready?”

Dante nodded, eyeing the bouquet in your hands. “I’ll get you flowers. Big ones.”

You chuckled. “You don’t have to. You already came all dressed up.”

“I want to.” Dante offered his hand to take the keys, which you gave him. It looked like he would be driving. “I want you to be my girlfriend.”

You beamed, following Dante out the red doors in the back. Your car wasn’t parked far. It barely took a second to reach it. You opened the back seat and set the bouquet and VHS down. “So your solution is to ask me with flowers?”

“Yes.”

You smiled, shutting the door before turning to him. He was standing less than an arm’s length away.

“You just have to ask, you know?”

Dante’s blue eyes glimmered. They were such a pretty shade, their color akin to sapphires. He smiled down at you, and then he grabbed your hand and lifted it to his lips. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

You tried to stop your lips from curling up, but it was useless. You stood straighter and wrapped an arm around his shoulders to pull him closer. “Yes.”

The moment felt right, so Dante pressed his lips to yours in the sweetest kiss he’d ever had. Your lips were soft and you tasted like cherries, and Dante found that he never wanted to pull away or be without your touch.

You got him good.

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Laundry Conversations🧺

→ pairings: idol!jay x female!reader

→ synopsis: as you washed your laundry in the night you see a familiar face unaccompanied, but in order to not discomfort him, you try your best to converse with him as a stranger and not as a fan of his work.

→ warnings: swearing, a lil suggestive, possible grammatical errors (I’m rly sorry guys cause english isn’t my first language 😭).

→ A/N: ok tbh nothing much happens here, just a cute lil talk w Jay. OMGG my first tumblr postt, it’s rly excitinggg! I hope you guys like it 🎀

→ word count: 2,8k.

The loud music blared through your headphones as you tossed your clothing into the washing machine carefully, not caring about the world around you as you closed the machine door behind you, when someone accidentally slammed the washing machines door right beside you, startling you, making your eyes pop a little bit.

“Oh, oh gosh sorry” the guy right beside you was also startled by your reaction, “you ok?” he asked, his hand inches apart from your shoulder. You looked up at him, plucking out your headphones off your ears as you were greeted by a familiar face.

The chiseled jaw, slightly messy, jet black hair, and the distinct facial features. Was all too familiar. Not wanting to seem weird and to not stare too long, you broke the silence, “uhm, yeah no no, it’s ok, yeah I’m good” you replied flashing him a small smile.

He smiled awkwardly back before bowing and taking a seat at the long chair near the machine he was washing his clothes in. The sound of the washing machine gearing growing louder filled the void of silence between the both of you along with the voices of other people conversing and yawning as you asked yourself, why did his looked so familiar?

Until it was clear, that it was Jay from Enhypen. The idol group you’ve been fawning over since high school and in this case, you’ve been fawning over Jay since your high school days. Of course you’ve been bias wrecked by a lot of the members because of all their overwhelmingly gorgeous appeal, and yet you always see yourself crawling back to Jay. Who was also equally overwhelming gorgeous, to say the least.

You’d recall the moments where you’d blush and kick your feet reading fan fictions about him in almost every site known to the fandom world. And how you’d sing in the middle of the night and pretended like you were singing to him when it was just a poster of his face that you got off the flee market. Or how’d you sometimes fantasize about him being this perfect boyfriend for you, when clearly you are a hopeless fucking virgi-

Oh fuck

fuck

fuck

FUCK

You recited mentally. Feeling your eyes grow a bit wider than they were and your body tensing. You clearly didn’t know whether you should sit next to him, greet him, tell him his latest concert was great, or compliment how good he looks, but then a train of thought hits you.

What if he’s not in the mood right now?

You think to yourself, stealing a glance at him while he’s too busy looking at his phone until you noticed it was just him sitting there, unaccompanied.

Why is he alone?

Where is his manager?

Oh my god, what if a sasaeng comes and attacks him in the dead of night?

You worried as you scanned the whole coin laundry shop, but thankfully you didn't see any suspicious looking people lurking around so you sighed in relief.

You were definitely curious about him, because he’s your bias, you’ve never seen him up close until now and you’ve seen people literally pay hefty amounts of money just to talk to him and hold his hand. While you’re here already getting that opportunity for free. The difference being, they dressed and looked good, while you’re just standing there in your shorts, sandals, white t-shirt and unwashed hoodie since God knows when.

Well, in your defense he looked pretty casual himself. Sporting only a denim jacket, track pants, a white shirt, blue slippers and a sports cap. He looked like any other person just walking by without anyone noticing much, except for his good looks even with regular clothes on.

Now you were stuck with the decision, of whether you should approach him or get away from him. On the one hand, you definitely want to talk to him, but you didn't want to interrupt his alone time but on the other hand you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, if you said you were a fan.

By now, you were worried he thought you were acting weird just standing there, holding your laundry basket.

Fuck it

You finally decided as you sat down next to him, letting out a faint cough. The distance between the both of you was enough to go unnoticed by him. He glanced at you for a moment, scanning you up and down.

The way your leg was bouncing and how you were occasionally bitting your nails, for some reason inferred to him that you were nervous.

Nervous of what? Did you recognize him? Are you an engene? He asked himself. But he soon crossed out those ideas when you suddenly asked a question breaking the barrier of awkward tension between the two of you.

“So, are you new around here?” you asked rubbing your hands in your thighs glancing at him, pretending to not recognize him, honestly he wasn’t expecting you to talk to him so he just sat there a little dumbfounded for a moment, “uhh, no actually, been a few months since we moved in” he answered simply.

You had already plucked every bit of anxiety and shame left in you in order to continue the conversation.

“Oh, with your wife or?” you pretended to ask when you know full well he was living with 6 other guys that screams at the top of their lungs playing league of legends in the dead of night, or maybe you were just being a know-it-all and this is where his family is staying.

“Oh no, it’s uhm” he thought for a moment before answering, “I’m living with my brothers, so yeah, a lot of laundry as you can see” he pointed at the machine that was washing their dirty clothes.

A flash of calvin klein underwear hit the circular glass window of the machine and it made his eyes widen a little before glancing at you. He could definitely tell it was his since he had his initials stitched to it.

You can only imagine. But you didn’t, because you felt too guilty to think about anything overtly sexual when the man is literally right next to you. So you can only widen your eyes and nod.

“Quite the expensive taste you got there” you pointed, chuckling under your breath which made him sigh under his smile. “Usually my manager picks up these things, but tonight he’s out on a hot date, so I’m covering for him” he says as he rolled his eyes putting his hands in his pockets, low-key jealous of manager that gets to go out on dates.

He would never admit it to the public, but on his anonymous social media accounts sometimes couples would post so many cute shit together, he sometimes wish he had someone to do some of those cute things with, but eventually he just got tired of pressing the uninterested button and would just let posts like that scroll through his feed before continuing to watch YouTube videos on cooking and guitar reviews.

“I see, wait, hopefully you don’t mind me asking this" you warned but he nodded implying for you to go on with your question, "but, why do you need a manager?” you pretended to ask, looking purposely confused as an excuse to look at his face. Which was completely worth it, making eye contact with him made him flash you a small smile.

He thought for a moment before answering, looking down at his slippers before looking back to see your curious eyes following his. “I’m an idol, have you ever heard about enhypen?” he leaned forwards, almost in a whisper.

For a moment you pretended to think, leaning forward as well. “Oh, that uhm” you recalled the survival show they were in, “you’re from that survival show right? I-land, I think?” you snapped your fingers furrowing your eyebrows.

“Yeah, yeah, that’s it” he nodded and smiled, his dimples near his lips started to show making you squeal to yourself. Your eyes widen and your mouth dropped, hoping to mimmic a some what shocked expression. “You’re Jay, aren’t you?” you asked leaning forward, pressing your palm on the chair as you see him nod and smile in agreement.

Oh god, his smile is so pretty, I could just look at him all day

You thought to yourself as he turned to make eye contact with you, the same smile still plastered on his face, unknowingly turning you putty in your legs. “Did you like the show?” he asked, raising his eyebrows curiously. “Oh yeah, I loved it, but honestly I would never rewatch it” you commented truthfully making him chuckle.

“Why is that?” he asked crossing his arms before turning to look at you, you groaned remembering all the times you nearly cried watching everybody had their emotional moments on the show making him laugh at your reaction, “why? why such a reaction? Tell me” he asked leaning closer to you.

“I mean, honestly it broke my heart whenever someone was eliminated and honestly I do that with almost every survival shows” you went on as you sighed, placing your head on the arm rest of the chair, looking up into the bone white lighted ceiling until you recalled one moment that you wanted to talk about.

“Oh, you know what, fun fact” you turned to your side to face him, making him perk up in curiosity. “I actually thought you were a snob, earlier on in the show” his eyes dropped and his lips curled upwards, making you chuckle at his reaction. “I did, I remember I did” you laughed and nodded, covering your face for a moment remembering how you first initially reacted to him entering the cube in I-land with Sunghoon.

The conversation went on and on, moving swiftly from one topic into the other. As it went by, the both of you started to become less tense and started to show a more opened body language with each other, resulting in the both of you to move closer and closer until eventually your knee was just ghosting over his.

It didn’t take long for you to notice the seemingly lack of space overtime, making you blush. Noted that you’re getting along well with your bias. It made your heart skip a bit when his knee was grazing over yours, feeling the blood rush through your cheeks.

He noticed how your cheeks were becoming rosier by the minute and he realized how close you two were sitting next to each other. He couldn’t help but blush at the thought, although he knew he had to keep his distance. But somehow, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. Not when you were in the middle of explaining your favorite musical artists.

He had taken mental notes that when you started talking about your favorite topics, your hands would wander around more when explaining things and your smile was wider. He couldn’t help but smile as he rested his head on the palm of his hand.

He looked at you, studied you even. Your facial features, your voice and your demeanor. He couldn’t help but smile and laugh with you when you did the same. Even at moments where he didn’t even get what you were saying.

He liked your smile and your eyes, and he liked how your hair looked like even under all the horrible lighting. He thought you were pretty, very pretty. And the fact that you were a fan of his work made him even more attracted to you.

So far, he likes the moments where you’d tuck your hair behind your ear and how your eyes turned into crescent moons whenever you laughed and looked at him. At times he couldn’t help but glance at your lips every now and then, feeling a little guilty when his thoughts went a little too far.

He liked how the both of you almost instantaneously connected, seeing you warming up to him and he liked how well you listen to his stories and ramblings about his interests. Giving your genuine reaction and your brutally honest opinion every time. It shocked him, but it made him feel seen, appreciated even, and that made him feel good.

In return, he was a good listener to you. Even after you went on and on about the same topic, it felt like his eyes would never leave you. So immersed in your conversations that time just seemed to pass by as the both of you kept on talking, laughing at each others jokes and confessions of embarrassing memories, and blush at the smallest physical contact.

“You know it’s funny” he spoke crossing his arms, “we’ve been talking all this time and I never got to know your name” he turned to you. “Oh right” you responded before extending your arm for a handshake, “I’m y/n, y/n y/l/n” he glanced at your hand smiling before taking your hand in his. “Nice to meet you, y/n” he smiled, letting go of your hand.

Not long after you were interrupted by the dinging sound of the washing machine, turning your attention away from him. “Uhm, hang on let me get that” you stood up grabbing your laundry basket and walking towards your laundry machine.

While putting away your laundry, you sneaked a few glances at Jay every now and then, you’d always be greeted with the view of either his face being glued to his phone or him looking up and smiling at you every now and then, his dimples showing on the corners of his lips.

Until the machine beside you let out a dinging which made him look up from his phone before he stood up, put his phone in his pockets, and walked towards the machine besides you.

He’d glance at you every now and then, he would see you were busy putting your clothes away into your laundry basket and at times both of your eyes would meet, it made him look away in embarrassment before coughing as an excuse to cover his cheek to hide his blush, which did nothing since his ears could be seen displaying a light shade of red. You thought it was adorable of him and that made you let out a small smile, thankfully covered by the washing machine’s door as you felt your blood rushing through your cheeks.

You waited for him to finally close the washing machine door behind him before you spoke. “Uhm, so, I’m gonna take off now” You spoke tucking a few strands of your hair onto the back of your ear, for a few moments he just stood there, his mouth opened and turned to a smile when you said that.

“Yeah, same” he replied glancing at the piles and piles of clean laundry he has on his hands, “it was nice meeting you by the way Jay” you smiled up at him, holding up your laundry basket. His eyes soften at your form, “likewise y/n” he replied. “Ok then, I hope I get to see you more often then, have a nice rest of your day” you said before turning around, taking a few steps away. “I hope so too” he half shouted making you turn around to flash him a smile, your eyes soft like the moon on a summers day and your cheeks tinted in pink, making him blush and smile as he looked at you turning around the corner.

He liked that you decided to talk to him, despite the awkward first impression. It’s been a while since he’s been able to talk and sit with someone for the first time and made time seem to fly pass so fast. He meant what he said about how he’d hope to see you more often, especially since now he knows that your apartments are not that far away from each other. You were an interesting person to say the least and he’d love to hear more of your prospective on things both you and the both of you are interested in.

Let’s just say, it won’t take long for you and Jay to meet again in the near future.

[starryeyedstray]

connorkus wishing you a very happy 2025~! my art ramblings below the cut as per usual

so my goal was to finish this drawing before the end of jan 1st in my time zone and ehehe that certainly did NOT happen. it's like 10am jan 2nd here ahahahah. but hey it's still jan 1st somewhere!!!!

i spent like 15+ hours on this piece and like 70% of that time was redrawing markus. i swear i have the hardest time drawing that guy. i miss drawing ladies. i used to them all the time. maybe that's why i got north down in one try. connor took like three tries. and then markus... i went through like 8 renditions of him. i hope he turned out okay. i've been staring at this piece for so long i've lost all objectivity.

y'all it really is a new year because i actually put my clean line art in a separate layer instead of what i normally do and spend an abnormally long time cleaning up my rough sketch. this led to veryyyyyy thin line art which it is not my usual style. i think it turned out okay??? i think in future pieces might change up the line weight cause i love my tapers but i was just too lazy to rethicken all the lines on the clean line art layer jskdfjksdjfkdsjfl.

i wasn't planning on doing a full colored piece because of the time constraints but i decided to put in some matte colors cause i wanted them to be color coordinated and i was like oh it looks a bit weird and flat maybe i'll render just a litt-- oops i rendered the whole thing ehehehe. tbh, i'm still trying to figure how i want to render and color things. i feel like i always like the plain lineart more than the colored version. i think that will be a goal for this year is figuring out how to color. right now like 50% satisfied with the how i render so hoping to get it closer to 100% by year's end.

btw, no one is allowed to compliment my fabric textures bc i literally cheated cause i just got a picture of fabric texture, set the layer to grain merge, and then added highlights. i was not gonna render out norths sparkly dress by hand that's for fucking sure lmao.

also, idk what cosmic void they're standing in. i just wanted a really soft glowy background without having to render out anything detailed. so uhm let's just pretend that they're standing in front of some sort of light display.

for listening to my ramblings enjoy these rough sketch layers~

happy new year <333

[gaymurdersalad]

[ HOWDY Y’ALL! WE INTERRUPT THIS PROGRAM FOR A FUN BROADCAST!

If you haven’t noticed, it’s pride month! That means we’re legally allowed to be gay for an entire month before we have to disappear into our burrows once more! To celebrate the occasion, I decided to do a fun little pride post! ]

[ I’ve gathered all the little fuckers in The Void to poke and prod at them like zoo animals. In other words, I figure they all have some neat identities and wouldn’t mind being interrogated in honor of pride month. I’ll go ahead and turn it over to them, but I’ll say now, no matter how much they kick and scream, I am definitely NOT holding them at gunpoint! This workspace is… definitely OSHA approved. Don’t let them tell you otherwise. Have attem! ]

> This is fucking stupid. Stop waving that gun at me. I’m talking.

> My identity isn’t anything special. I’m just some guy who decided he was a guy way later than everyone else did. I don’t really give a damn what pronouns people use on me because usually they just end up avoiding me at all costs or scampering away like frightened animals.

> I’m bisexual, is that anything? But, like, only bisexual in a sexual way. I could not fucking fathom living a long prosperous life with anyone. How the hell are you supposed to enjoy someone for that long? Getting married seems like a scam. I bet it is. I bet it’s like the invention of Valentine’s Day for greeting card companies. You’re not actually supposed to be in love with someone for that long, it just doesn’t seem possible.

> … My marriage with Dave does not count, that wasn’t an officiated wedding. I’m fairly certain he fished those rings out of a water fountain and pawned his dress off a hooker. I do vividly recall dumpster diving for my tuxedo.

> Uhhhhhh wuh? Hmmmm, I’onno what the hell I am, Old Sport! Fuck!

> Shit, I guess I like everyone. A hole’s a hole. Why the fuck would I discriminate? I think I got a preference for men though! They’re so fuckin’ easy to romance! Unless they’re the likes of Sportsy, then it’s the hardest goddamn thing you’ll ever seduce. He gets real gay when he’s on acid, but then again, I get real gay on cocaine. Man, our wedding was immaculate. Imma tell our kids about it one day!

> Likewise, I’ll be any gender you fuckin’ want me to be. I got like, pocket gender, I can just whip it out on request. Want me to be a dude? Fuck yeah, alright. Want me to be a pretty lady? No goddamn problem at all! I can be both at the same time or one more than the other— who gives a shit? I’m just havin’ fun.

> Good fucking lord, really? That shotgun does not scare me, you orange fool—

> … I have a complicated identity. As any other living organism does.

> I have found that over the years I do not experience sexual attraction and that I experience little to no romantic attraction. I only recall feeling romantically attracted to one person in my entire life. I doubt it will happen again. > And it may seem, uhm... Embarrassing, but I do deviate from your traditional "man's man". In laymen's terms, I do not feel particularly drawn to being male. I am very certain I was born with the intention of being a man, but my mind has refused to accept it. I am not sure why. Instead of feeling like a proper bloke, I feel rather empty. If I could have it my way, I would be some... human silhouette rather than a full fledged man. I do not know. This is idiotic. > I cringe every time someone addresses me in a masculine way. I wish I could simply have no pronouns. I can deal with them because I am indeed a grown ass... person, but I just wish it were not so. Whatever. I am done complaining.

> Oh! That’s very simple, this is really easy.

> I literally don’t have anything going for me at all.

> What with the entire fabric of time being on my shoulders and all, I don’t even think about gender or romance much. I do love being a girl! It’s one of the things I miss most about being alive, actually. Pretty dresses, playing with makeup in the bathroom, trying to curl my hair without burning my scalp— I mean, it sounds horrendous sometimes, but you can’t beat it. Feeling alive and content in your own skin. Just one of those precious things that spawned from the chance of life.

> … Uhm, Uhhh… Men.

> Yeah. I Like Them. I Think… Yes, I Could Probably Date A Man Or Two. I Don’t Know, Employee, Why Did You Pull Me Out Here? You Know I Have Copious Paperwork To Do! Some @$!# $#*@ Kid Just Fell Into The Ball Pit And Got Mauled Jaws-Style And His Parents Are Really Grilling Us For It. Dumb&@#*s, It’s Not My Fault Their Kid Heeded The Call Of The Sirens. I Swear, This Job Is Going To Kill Me Or Force My Hand Into Becoming The Next Purple Guy—

> extremely in love with my wife and my gender!

> it was actually very cute how we met, employee. have i ever told you? heh heh, we met in highschool. she was on the football team and i was a cheerleader, can you believe that? oh, i was head over heels for her instantly. she was strong, she was quick thinking, she was so hecking beautiful, employee… i never got to tell her how i felt while we were in highschool, but we were good friends. very good friends. come a few years later, some old buddies of ours want to have a get together and dish it out like old times… go vandalize and drive off into the sunset in the back of a pickup truck sipping on horrendously cheap beer and laughing off our university work or our jobs. when i get to our spot, though, i see her. i’d recently wised up to my gender, y’know, had my hair cut and fresh scars on my chest, so suffice to say i looked nothing like i did when i cheered for her during football season. she’d done the same, employee— she grew out her hair to the middle of her back in such beautiful dark curls, her bangs tied back so every inch of her perfect face could glimmer underneath the neon lights of the derelict bowling alley we’d found ourselves in. she looked at me, and i sensed instant recognition. she smiled through her bright red lipgloss and rushed up to me, wrapping me up in a hug, and i swear, she hadn’t lost any of those muscles— almost broke my ribs!

> the rest of the night, we were so… comfortable together. sure, during highschool we were close, but without saying a single word about what happened to us between then and now, we understood, and employee— i think it brought us closer. it was around three in the morning while we sat around a bonfire with the rest of our buddies when she layed her head on my shoulder and i felt an unfathomable warmth. i knew i wanted her for the rest of my life.

> … i just love her so much, employee.

> oh ok

> its rlly whatever. any pronouns any gender anybody who wants me. who cares

> oh i do have a preference for girls. theyre pretty. if you disagree u are not blessed enough to be loved by gods best creation and ur pissed about it. i can tell

> what if i was actually catholic would that be fucked up or what

> …

> … I cannot… physically stress how abhorrent sexuality is to me. What… What an utterly damning notion. Someone’s greedy hands cursing you and plaguing your with their own dirty human desires. How disrespectful. How… invasive. Why on Earth would it be my responsibility to supply someone with something to love? Am I really subject to whatever the hell people think of me? Whether they “love” me or perceive me as some… some man, some object of attraction? Disgusting.

> If I could shed every trace of a sex or gender from my loathed corpse, I would. Often times I lay awake at night and consider skinning myself for the hell of it. I’ve related this to David and he said I sounded “fuckin’ insane”. Stupid bastard. I want to be a skeleton. I wanna be a fucking skeleton! Pretty and thin and not alive whatsoever! God damn this accursed body and its… rancid flesh and unidentifiable mystery goop. Ugh. Ugh!!!! God, the biggest blight on my “life” was being cursed with gender!

> I was born as a female which was just laughably wrong, then I recall amending that and trying to become a man, but none of it worked. All of it sucked. All of it was wretched. The ideal form is a ghost or ghoul or skeletal figure. You can’t romance a ghost or ghoul or skeletal figure. Can’t have sex with that. Unless you’re really, really determined. I don’t think even David could be that serious about his sexuality.

> … I… Hope. Oh dear. Oh god, I really am unsafe from the horrors of this world. God, I wish that bear had taken me out before I showed him to his grave.

[runeterrankhaleesi]

Can I request HC,s for Kayn with an S/O who is like a creature from the void kind like evelynn?

[A/N: Hello darling. So I got a little confused with your request, the more times I read it the more I got confused , sought out the help of a friend before writing and we both guessed that you’re trying to request for an S/O who’s from the Void that's LIKE Evelynn, a succubus. In this case, I made the s/o gender neutral since you didn't specify and there's actually a video about Evelynn being able to swap forms/gender. But anyway, I hope you like this. Thank you for making a request. You may ask again for more.]

Headcanons of Kayn with a Gender Neutral s/o from the Void (who's similar to Evelynn)

Kayn stretches his arms over his head, groaning as he pulls the taut muscles after a long day of training.

His legs bring him to the familiar forest him and his master used to play in when he was a kid.

A night walk is sure to clear his mind and relax him.

He hears a rumble in his head. Rhaast is awake.

"Another day of being a loyal dog to that master." The Darkin says, practically spitting the word "master". "Don't you get tired? You have all this power and for what? I'm used as a display on the weapon rack." He clicks his tongue in disdain.

The Darkin rambles on and on and and on and on...while Kayn continues to venture deeper into the forest.

"Shush." Kayn says.

"You don't get shush me! I'll have you know-"

"Just shut up for a second!"

Silence.

Then, there it is.

A song.

Or rather someone singing.

Kayn goes to the source.

Near the lake.

Almost as if he weighs nothing, the grass beneath him doesn't crunch.

It's almost akin to a lioness about to pounce on the poor meat.

His master would be proud.

He doesn't make a sound.

Doesn't even breathe for fear of startling his "prey".

But as if on cue, it turns around.

Not it but a woman. Singing as she combed her hair. Sitting by the said lake.

Kayn stops dead in his tracks like a deer in headlights.

"Oh..." The woman starts. "Hello."

She was beautiful.

Unlike any other woman you have ever seen.

Is this love at first sight?

"Talk, you idiot." Rhaast grumbles.

Had he been staring?

Well, judging from her tilted head and concerned look, he sure has.

Kayn clears his throat and smooths his hair back. "So, what's a pretty girl like you doing here?"

Typical. She thinks.

"Do you know how cheesy you just sounded?" Rhaast comments.

"Oh, I was just...uhm...actually can you help me?"

Kayn straightens up, "Yeah sure, whatever you need."

"See," She breathes, "I went for a walk to clear my head and I didn't realize where I was going and before I knew it I got a lost and I ended up...here."

"So you need help to get back home?"

"Yeah." She sheepishly answers.

Kayn briefly scans his surroundings.

From where they're standing, it's a good long walk from the town.

"Come on, I know this forest like the back of my hand. It's just a brief walk to town. I'll take you there."

Ecstatic, the woman scrambles to her feet and shuffles behind Kayn who's already started walking.

Perfect. She thinks. He's completely unaware.

The beautiful-ness dissipates like smoke.

She shifts. Into something downright monstrous.

A nightmare turned real.

Something you would tell to kids to get them to sleep early or to keep them awake at night.

Clicks like branches stretching resounds in the otherwise silent forest.

Her claws, sharp and pointy, reach out for the poor unaware boy before her.

You'll make a fine dinner.

Almost.

Her claws an inch away from his nape.

When he turned around with a deadpan look on his face.

"Huh?" She squeaks out. Hand retracting to herself.

"Nice try. But I already got one like you in me." He says, knocking on his head.

"Pro tip: You might wanna look for food somewhere else. Don't come hunting in the place where we eat demons for lunch." Kayns adds, matter of factly, turning on his heel, heading back to the temple.

~👑

[iwhyzumiihajimee]

dessert before dinner~ [ mature 18+ ]

pairing: iwaizumi hajime x fem.reader

content: deciding to cook up a meal together, hajime playfully flirts and teases you which result to missing dinner once again.

warnings !! 18+ // explicit smut, moaning, licking, biting, fucking, kissing, teasing, grinding, unprotected sex, pussy eating, making out, sixtynine

word count: 2.3k

author's note: happy thanksgiving!! uhm eat yummy and enjoy!!

Looking good!~ you praise Hajime for his cooking skills as he responded with a "Thanks~" He stirs the food and cooks it carefully while watching you peel the potatoes and instructs you throughout the time we cooked. "Those look good enough now. We can use them as a side dish or some topping if we need to." He then turns to you and kisses you softly, "You're doing a good job, my little chef~"

"Thank you~" You giggled. Hajime starts to season the pan and taste the food. "Hmm~ it taste good, but it need one more thing..." He adds a splash of soy sauce and stirs it into the pan. "Mm~mm~ that's good." He then puts the lid on the pan, "Okay, dinner is almost ready. Are you sure you don't want to eat some of me up before dinner? I'm all yours~"

Yours eyes widen from his flirt, "Hajime!~ You did not just say that!~"

Hajime then finishes his portion of the dish and turns to you. "Why not? I can't help, but be a little tempted right now..." He grins and nibbles your ear. "Can I eat you up a little bit tonight? I can't think of a better way to spend my Thanksgiving night than eating some of you..." He licks your ear and nips it gently.

All you can do is blush as your ears also get red, "Uhmm I can't deny that..."

He smiles and comes close to your lips and licks them real quick. "You're looking like a snack, love~ You taste so good~ I want to have just a little taste~" He then lowers his head to your neck nibbling gently, then licking the spot. "Your skin is so soft~ I feel like I have to control myself so I don't devour you right now~"

You chuckled and try to focus on your dish that you are currently still cooking. "Hey~ I'm trying to focus here~ My sides are almost ready~"

"Yeah yeah, almost done... I can't help but want to eat you up now~" He continues to nibble your neck even more. He pulls you closer from behind and starts to nibble your ear, licking you all over "I just can't wait~ I want to have you now~" He whispers into your ear.

"Please after 'real dinner', okay? Do you not hear my stomach growling?"

He pulls away a little, "We can wait a little longer. I'm hungry too, but I'm more hungry for you~" Hajime nips your neck gently and ear once again while you cook. His mouth waters, "Just want to have a taste~ Just a small one~ please~" He continues to plead. "Come on~ you know you want me to have a taste~ It'll be so sweet~"

You then turn around with the cooking spoon in your hand and shoved the sauce at him to taste, "How's that?"

"mmm~ sweet and savory~" He looks up at you with lustful eyes and goes back to pulling closer. "Please~ I'm begging, just a tiny taste mhm? I'm so hungry"

Thinking you could return Hajime from his trance. You look at him with your darken eyes as he is pulling you into his void. "Damn it Hajime~ Don't tempt me..."

Hajime smiled and nibbled your ear softly, "I’m not just tempted, love. I’m ready to devour you~" He licked his lips, and his lustful eyes stares into yours, "I want to eat you so much right now~ I can’t wait anymore~ please~"

explicit smut below

Turning off the stove, you turned around and wrapped your arms around him. As you did this he pulls up and places you on the kitchen counter. Hajime moaning silently and nibbles your neck more intently, pulling you in close as he pushes himself against you. "oh god~ I can’t take it anymore~ I need to eat you!~" His lips against your neck and nibbles you little more harder, licking slowly up your neck, as he let out a moan.

He then gets you off the counter carrying you towards the living room couch as it was the closest surface to lay you down properly. "Oooh~ you like that, love?" Hajime nibbles and lightly bites your chest, licking the spots where he nibbled. His eyes are glued to your body. "You taste so good~ I know there’s some place else here I want to eat~ Please~ let me have all of you~ He continues to lick your neck again, then moving onto your lips for a kiss. He gently pulls you on top of him with half-lidded eyes, you moan, "Gosh~ I hate you~"

"Why? Because I'm driving you crazy?" He grins and whispers to your ear. "I want you to be so desperate right now~ You want this too right?" He pulls at your clothes and start taking them off. "Are you ready for me now?"

"Do I have a choice?"

All he could do is smirk and start taking his clothes off as well, "Not right now you don't~ We will be having dinner later~ I'll just be having my snack~ He slides his shirt off before taking off his shorts. "Don't worry~ I'm still gonna finish cooking dinner~ but I'm gonna have my fair share of dessert~"

"Fine... You owe me dessert as well~" You say as you got back on top of him, but instead of facing him your staring back at his juicy lolly. "Sure~ whatever you need~" Hajime then brings his tongue out to finally have a taste of your juices. "You're so hot... I can't wait any longer~"

He kisses up your cheeks and pulls your hips down to his lips slurping you until your dry. As he entertains himself with your entrance, you also enjoy your dessert. Licking up his tip, and bobby his head with your mouth as if your actually enjoying the way you eat a lollipop. This position and movements continues, and it gets a little rougher.

"Yes, love.... eat me... it feels so good~" Hajime start to slight move his hips back n forth in your mouth trying to get as much friction and feeling down his harden dick. Not keep you from also feeling good, he stick his tongue in your entrance and moves in n out of you. You moan and gasp from the feeling. Wanting to feel more pressure and get yourself on edge you both repositioned and got on top of him.

Hajime inserts into your entrance, and you both became one connecting unit. Moving your hips back n forth at a good pace, hajime holds onto your hips and presses down a bit to add more pressure to both your genitals. "Mhmm~ yeah... I love it... don't stop... I need it..." He goes back to nibbling your neck and kissing you passionately, "Oh~ god~ love you feel so good~ I can’t control myself anymore~"

Continuing the movement of your hips he praises you non-stop. "Ah-Ah~ That feels so good~ Yes, my love~" Hajime moans loudly as you nibble his neck, and his body trembles a bit from the sensations. "Don't stop now, love~"

Whispering into his ear as you slightly catch your breath, "not stopping... don't stop, don't stop"

Hajime keeps nibbling and licking you, then nibble down below your neck a bit before licking you on your chest. "I can’t get enough.. I want more~ you taste so good right now~" Closing his eyes and moaning. He bites you a little longer, nibbling down your body, "Ooh, it feels so good~ Don’t ask me to stop~ I love this~"

He turns you over and gets on top of you. He makes sounds of satisfaction and surprise as you lick him "Ahh~ Mmm~ Mmm~" his body moves with your tongue, his hands hold onto you. He pulls away from his licks and kisses, and raises your leg nibbling the back of your knee, just below your thigh, then moving up to your hips.

Going back to your lips for a kiss, he slips tongue and dances with yours. "Ahh~ I’m going crazy~ Oh~ Mmm~" his hands play with your hair and neck. Arms wrap around you. And he moves his legs a little bit around yours. "I love this~" he whisper something in your ear, something he knows you’d like.

"Ahh~ I’m gonna explode~ You make me feel so good~" Hajime moans and groans as you continue to hold onto him. His hands move a bit, but can’t really move much because of how good you make him feel. "Don’t stop~"

"Ahh~ Mmm~" You groan as you lick

Hajime's entire body trembles as every sensitive spot were being hit. "Don’t stop, I’m enjoying your tongue~ I love you being all over me~" You press his body against yours. "I feel like I can’t get enough of you right now. Oh god~ please keep going~ don’t ever stop~" He says. His hands grab onto yours for support as you please him with your tongue. "Ah~ Mmm~ Don’t tease me~ I can’t keep taking much longer~" Hajime's breathes deeply to steady himself.

Switching positions every so often he slowly moves down and start licking and nibbling your thighs. "Oh yeah~ Mmm~" he nibbles up and down your thighs, moving slowly, then his tongue goes fast, almost like it’s teasing and taunting. "You feel so good, love~ I could do this all day~" he bites your thighs gently before licking and nibbling them some more. "Mm~ Yes~ Oh god~ So good~" moving his hands higher up on your body and holds you tightly.

Finally trying to finish this up you take a little control and move on top one last time never separating the connection you both have. His fingers clench up as you bite his soft spot on his collar. "Ahh~ yes!! Mm~" You can hear how hard he is moaning right now. Legs slightly clench up, his entire body trembles and shakes as we continue. His arms hold onto you tightly. "Keep going~ ohh~" Hajime's breathing gets heavier as he starts to let out tiny screams. "Ahh!! Don’t stop now!! I’m losing it!!" He moans loudly, eyes wide open.

Taking charge Hajime flips you onto your back. He bites down a little harder and his hands grips your hips even tighter. His other hand slowly starts going higher up your body, and nibbles on you just a little quicker. His tongue goes down your chest and slowly goes higher up again, making sure to touch the same spot." Come on, make some noise!" He nibbles and bites you a little more intensely. He grabs your legs and lift them up a bit higher now thrusting into you faster and rougher as his tongue speeds up kissing you lips.

"Ahh!! Yes!! Right there!" You moan loudly as your legs start to shake a little. Pressing his body down on yours even harder and you can hear how hard and fast I’m breathing. "Don’t stop! Don’t stop!" You begged. He moves his hands higher up your body again and you tug on his hair back. You can feel him shaking and his moans are getting even louder just like yours.

"Don’t be quiet now! Moan louder for me! I wanna hear how much you love this!" He bites down a little more and keep his tongue moving, going even faster just to make you happy. Lick the same spot over and over again, making sure that sweet spot is hit over and over again. "Ah!! Ahh!!" You can hear him trying to get control of his breathing and moans, but can’t help it as they are getting louder.

Rolling your eyes back and moaning from the intense sensation, "Ah yeah! You’re loving it~ I know that face!" He nibbles and bite your chest harder, he start licking and nibbling the same spot repeatedly to hit the exact spot you like. "Ahh~ ahh~” Hajime hears how much you’re enjoying this right now. "That’s the spot!" He thrusts even faster, making sure to hit the sweet spot still.

"Oh my god~ mmm~ yes~ that’s the spot!" You finally spoke. You press your body against his even tighter and hug the back of his head and neck. "Don’t stop! Don’t stop!" Your breathing is very fast. Legs are shaking a lot more now as his hard wood is hitting you in all the good spots. "Please~ I won’t last much longer~" You moaned very loudly and start talking in a more begging way.

"My legs are shaking and I’m so close~" There is a new kind of desperation and intensity in his voice. Our breathing is really heavy and fast, and his legs are shaking more and more now. My voice sounds so desperate the way he begs you to keep going. You can feel how close both of you are. "What am I supposed to do…" Hajime ask you as he doesn't want to end, but we have to finish at some point. My hand reaches around and grips hair hair tightly.

"Finish love~" You whispered in his ear. Hajime tries to ask you again in between his pleas for you not to stop.

both of you are close to the breaking point now, and holding onto every last bit of strength. One last thrust. Hajime finishes as you also come with him right after his.

He look at you for a second, then collapse on your figure breathing hard as his legs go numb from all the work. He grabs your wrist sliding up his fingers to intertwine with yours. With his shaking state, embarrassed but still smiling. "T-t-thank you, l-love~ Y-y-you did so well…" He says as chests still rises and falls, and he tries to hide the fact that he looks slightly embarrassed that he did that. "I-I couldn’t stop…" He says in a hushed tone.

He adjusts on top of you. Eyes closed and his head is resting on your chest. "Can I stay here, my love?" He whispers, smiling slightly.

You moved your head a little to look into his eyes nodding as you play with his hair and whisper back to him "We missed dinner again~"

[laroserie]

— characters : Alastor, + the hotels residents (vague mention - expect for Charlie)

— content : x gender neutral reader - reader is a baker, reader is naive (for a sinner), Alastor manipulate reader into coming to the hotel, Alastor is Alastor but he's also OOC (kinda but uh who write canon Alastor anyways)

— author note : this is the second part of an (potentially yandere!) alastor x baker reader - the first part is here (also the words count is : 1.7k ) (saying that because i outdid myself lol) (also yes i know Alastor canonically do not like tea idc this mf is gonna drink tea) ++ honestly considering doing a third part because I have so much more to say and write about this

After Alastor came back from his seven years hiatus and he came for at your bakery again, he could come so often, like once every two days.

But it could take him a while to make a 'move', try to get closer to you or talk to you about the hotel but one day, he comes to your bakery and asks for an unusual amount of pastries. You don't comment on it as it's not your place - you are just a simple baker ! But you can't help but raise an eyebrow.

Alastor meant to talk to you about the hotel, not because he wanted you to reedem yourself or because he wanted to do it for Charlie - well maybe a little but he won't admit it - but more or less to keep an eye on you. By then, he isn't sure as to why he wants to keep an eye on you - his assumption is that he feels the same way toward you as he does toward Rosie. He sees you as a friend but not quite - you are the sweet baker who makes quite good pastries and you are by far one of the less annoying sinners he ever spoke to. But he feels some kind of protectiveness over you - probably because he sees you as quite meek and weak.

So obvious what could be better than inviting you to stay at the hotel ? A place where he can both protect and keep on eye on you at -nearly- all time.

Alastor took this opportunity, 'These aren't all for me, dear. They are for ... my friends ?' he started while you were wrapping up what he purchased, 'You see ... Have you heard of the Hazbin Hotel ?' he asks.

'Uhm ... The hotel run by the princess ? Yeah I've seen a bit of talk about it, why ?'

'Well ! I am the facility manager of that, hotel ! And the ... pastries are for my fellows workers and residents.' He stopped for a second to gauge your reaction to that information - which was a simple nod and a 'ohh' - he continued. 'Hm, the goal of the hotel is to help sinners redeem themselves ... could you be by chance interested ?'

This question probably takes you by surprise. By then you already finished packing Alastor order - you push it toward him on the counter. You respond hesitantly 'Ha, well ... Is it possible ? To even redeem yourself ... ?' Your smile falter a bit and you look in the void for a bit. 'I don't think redemption is for me ... If I'm here it mean I deserve it and that it's already too late ...' Alastor didn't fully expect you to react like this - he did expect that you could say 'no' at first but not that.

'But ! Anyways, there is your order, enjoy !' You said trying to end the conversation there. But alas Alastor was not the type to give up so easily.

He took his order but continued on, 'If you couldn't mind dear, please just come and visit once, to be truthful, we haven't had a whole lot of sinners coming, you just simply visiting could be wonderful, and you could help bring Charlie mood up, oh and you both could get along so well !' As he finished his sentence he turned and walked toward the door and threw you a 'Goodbye!'.

Alastor knew you enough to know that he could pull at your heart strings to get what he wanted - you were always the sensitive type, the type to care even about strangers. He was sure that he could see you 'visit' in the near future.

And well he was right ! A mere three days after you found yourself at the doorstep of the hotel. You had been waiting for a few minutes already - you were still debating on entering or just turning on your hells and going back home.

But before you could do anything the hotel door in front of you opened in a big 'slam'. And once again before you could do anything, you were dragged into the hotel in a very enthusiastic manner.

'Hello !! Are you interested in the hotel ?' A cheerful voice asked you, as she dragged you into the hall, you recognised quite easily who is was - the owner of the hotel - Charlie Morningstar. It wasn't your first time seeing her, but it was your first time seeing her up close. You had to restrain a laugh at her over-enthusiasm, you didn't want be irrespectful toward the princess of hell.

'Good morning, I am simply visiting as it was recommended by ... a friend of mine.' You saw her be a bit disappointed hearing that. 'Oh. Is there anyways you could I don't know change your mind ? Maaaaybe ?' She asked.

You a small smile appeared on your face 'Maybe. If your convincing is good enough.'

Charlie took it as a challenge, she started by showing you around the hotel, and then made you meet the residents - you spoke a bit with everyone - at the exception of Alastor how was visiting his friend in Cannibal Town. To say you were surprised knowing that the two sole residents of the hotel were one of the biggest pornstar of hell and somekind of mad inventor could be an understatement. The staff of the hotel was also something - you knew already Niffty and Husk having heard about them from Alastor and you saw and spoke with Husk a few times when he picked up orders at your bakery for Alastor. And then there was Vaggie, she seemed to be quite suspicious of you and it feel like she could gut you out as soon as you do something wrong.

By the end of the day, Charlie asked you once again if you wanted to join the hotel - you struggled to answer her - a part of you seriously started to consider joining the hotel and trying to get redeem but the other one was still wary of the idea.

But you asked her if you could come every once in a while to visit and she was overjoyed by it - you didn't join the hotel but it was still an advances to have someone visit the hotel.

You did end up visiting the hotel a lot - at some point you could come once a week - you ended up befriending most people from the hotel.

One of those day, most of the hotel residents were out - only Alastor and Niffty were at the hotel. Niffty was running around chasing cockroachs - you were having tea with Alastor.

Alastor had finally decided to move to the next steps of his plan - to have you under his grip. He started by asking you a few questions about how you felt about the hotel.

'I told you, you could get along with Charlie !' You nodded as you sipped on a cup of tea. 'Are you thinking of joining the hotel officially ?' You sighed and shake your head, 'Alastor, you already know my answer ...'

'Are you sure dear ? I truly think it could be beneficial for you to join.' He persisted. 'But, I have a bakery to run, I, I have responsibility.'

'You can continue to run your bakery while being a resident here darling ! Honestly, why don't you want to ? Please don't tell me you seriously believe you cannot be redeem, we all know that it's not true. You by far one of the most ... redeemable sinner there is' Alastor tone of voice was serious - the atmosphere shifted and suddenly the way you were sitting became uncomfortable. 'Alastor please ... Don't.' You managed to utter, your looked down at the cup between your hands.

'What, I am simply saying the truth. I am just asking you to enlighten me as to why you don't think you should at least try to redeem yourself and join heaven.' You looked up to see Alastor with his usual smile plastered on his face - it felt wrong, you felt yourself crack. 'There is no real reasons to be frank, I just know that it's not possible, that it's not right ...'

Alastor shacks his head, 'If you don't do it for yourself please do it for Charlie, you both are dear friends now right ? Couldn't you like to make her happy by becoming a resident and attempting to cleanse yourself of your sins ? Ah, it could even make me happy ...' He pulled out the last card in his deck - once again he knew that playing with your feelings could be the easiest way to get you to stay - and so he did.

He could see you hesitate a bit, 'Are you sure ...? What if she learn that I don't believe in it truly ? I do not wish to be hypocritical ... isn't that a sin itself ?' Alastor laughed a little hearing you, 'You shouldn't worry about that darling. The important thing is the end result - not how you got it. Who cares if you aren't honest ? And if it's stay between the two of us, Charlie will never know.' You took a few minutes to think - weighting the pros and cons.

You sighed and nodded your head, 'Sure, I mean what could go wrong ... ha.'. Alastor smiles 'Exactly dear !', he took a sip of tea, 'Now, shall we do the paperwork now ?', he didn't wait for an answer and just pulled out a stack of papers and a pen out of Satan know here and slided them toward you.

You didn't brother to question him and just took the pen in hand, 'Do I really need to read all of that ?' you said pointing to the small toward of papers in front of you, 'Oh of course no, it's just good 'ol paperwork, you don't need to read anything ! Just sign the bottom of each pages and ... we should be good.' you probably didn't notice the way his smiles twisted as he uttered those words or if you did you just preferred to not question it.

Looking back you probably should have - it could have saved you from the collar and leash attached to your neck and the overall pain that was having your soul being owned by Alastor - with the added layer of being a full time resident of the hotel.

[thelunarsystemwrites]

Oops-

I accidentally became moots with a lot of cool undertale/UTMV artists-

*inhale*

@nobodys-reblogs Like, you were my first idol on here that I befriended 🥺 AND NOT BECAUSE YOU WERE MY IDOL- you legit just seemed cool, and I am very VERY grateful each time I see '#friend tag' with you!! I also love your style, it gives a sense of comfort because of the shades you normally use!! (<- psstt I also like your doors content!)

@inka-boi I love the way you draw chubby and plus sized people, literally helped with my own drawings of different body types! You're also super nice. And well, my mum—I love the purple yarn family, I live for the purple yarn ship, you're super sweet!

@zombiestar1934 Uhm, yeah—Yoink. Your art is very yoinkable, VERY HUGGABLE!! Looks like it was drawn in a library, where you had the peace of only hearing your drawing tablet make 'lil clicks! I love the hearts you add to blush, and the smiles you give them! Yet you're just as capable of making angst, and I love Angst :3

@absurdumsid I want to hug all, and I mean ALL your drawings. ESPECIALLY horrorpills, I love the clean look they all have, I love looking at your art, and I just- aghghgh your so cool!!

@italic-doing-random-shit man you're just very awesome, idk how the hell I manged being moots w/ you but I'm vibing with it, your art is like, yum. It gives me, hm... Oh! Okay it gives me animatic vibes, like you'd be a good animator! /pos!

@inkcat1987 AWE. JUST AWE—I love how sweet your style is, and I'm especially liking the middle school AU!! Once again, soft as angel wings!

@axinfinity there's just- there's something so HOLDABLE about your art! I just wanna pick it up and protect it!

@ant1quarian ah yes, a fellow UTMV enjoyer who collects a very specific sans, that being Dust in your case! /vpos. Your style, it's like moss. It has a natural feel, it looks like it'd smell like rain, like feathers and it's so... like this song, The Moss is how I feel when I look at your pfp!

@dzasterdumpterfire Stars. Your art looks like stars, I'm fairly sure the lighting comes from the stars. I dunno it's just kinda mystifying to look at!

@endless-emptyness Your art >>>> Very pleasant to look at. I really enjoy the facial expressions you do!!

@solusminds your art feels like it was crafted in the cozy darkness, illuminated only by a single lantern, while winter blazes outside. It's so nice and warm feeling!

@kiyo-void A lovely painting! All your works feel like they were painted, painted and set in a cool breeze to dry, especially your digital art, and I am LIVING for it! Plussssss Runetale is super cool!

@denieatsart HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE that's how I feel looking at what you make!! I love the kinda like, layered look your art gives!!

@largefound can't say a bad thing about ya, you're cool, your art gives cool feelings, cool vibes everywhere!

Annd... it's late, I can't think of anyone else BUT IF I DO I will ADD YOU to the list!!

UPDATED:

@rushin-safire. Yeah, your art? Feels like it was drawn with a cat in your lap while you've just come home from the Cafe, still sipping on your coffee. :3

@nashdoesstuff for the LIFE OF ME I can't figure out how the hell to search your art, hpw am I screwing it up?? But anyways it probably tastes like gummy bears. /pos.

@nightmarish-qeuwusha Your art tastes like cotton candy! I think that your art was woven from candy floss and glittered with stardust! ^^

@analexthatexists Containment! I feel like your art gives off SCP vibes, I feel like I'm some sort of entity when I look at it, and that, is, awesome!

@determinedfanartist okay but like, your art is "I drew this specifically bc I love my friends" and I cannot be convinced otherwise. /pos

@mrfellsans Ah, cartoony. Specifically with that dapper charm to it! I'm talking bendy and the ink machine, I'm talking swing, I'm talking pleasant to look at as you have a modern spin on it!

@the-second-reason your art is that chill older kid, the one that helps ou their younger peers figure out stuff. They're the super relaxed big sibling, your art has a mellow style, gives chill big sibling vibes. :]

@dustsansm1 I mean this in the best way possible, your art feels friendly but has anxiety. And that's okay! Your art gives me like, it wants to be friends w/ someone but too shy to do so. It has a sorta 'I'm trying my best' style, when it's already really good!

@spookuzm cover artist! I feel like you'd do well drawing the characters that you put on the cover of stuff, your art vibes me those vibes! Like it's the peak inside a new world! ^^ Hey side note this changed to comfort artist

@mellybabbles Reflections, your art makes me reflect on myself. What was behind it? Every line you etch into it makes me think, ponder, as if it were drawn from a mirror.

@wickjump ICON. Your art is SUCH an icon, you're RADIATING icon vibes. The colours you use seem to naturally give off a hue to it, giving it that pop! It's beautiful and clean and iconic! ✨️

@hialeisanimation I mean this in the most light hearted way possible—It's just happy. Like your art is the definition of :3 and I am VIBING w/ it, very lovely to look at!

@joonebugg your art has PERSONALITY, like they don't take shit from anyone. Like looking at it, feels like they'd be the decals for a 1970s diner and they're like the characters, they work too hard to take orders from ungrateful customers. THAT'S what your style looks like to me.

@milkybnnuy so your style (especially when you draw Fell!NM) is so dark and radiates that dark energy and pretty pretty please I need more angst- /pos (edit: dear cod I got that angst)

@bluu3berry - you really utilize shades of colour really well, I think you've done a wonderful job with Bluu!! /Gen! I think your style really reminds me of an older cartoon with their softer colours, like Charlie brown! And, I love Charlie brown!

@hiro-doodlez - Your art uses ALL of your canvas to your advantage! Like rarely have I ever seen you draw something and leave a blank space, which also helps you create a ton of interesting shading! I like how you draw over colours w/ other colours, so your base colours helps the top layer—Does that make sense? ^^ like, your style is very out there! Very you, very recognizable!

@dustbvnnyy Y2K INVADER ZIM like it's awesome, your artstyle gives me y2k alt vibes!! I love the soft saturated (is that a thing? ^^') colours that go into your pieces!!

@murder-clown-around-town fun!! I saw your pinned post and from what you drew IT LOOKS SO FUN!! Like a balloon animal!! I like how the lines overlap and create a structure!! :D

@miracle-negative soft and heavenly! Your art, even using a darker pallet is soft and smooth!!

@yellow-computer-mouse it's quite relaxed! I like the shading you did on that smoking Dust picture! ^^

@eco-systeme royal! You have a very royal, a very fancy looking style to me!! Like, someone paid you a good amount to draw it! I hope you forever remain creative, love your art!

@wishtale-blogs spring vibes!! Absolutely beautiful spring, butterflies, meadows and more!! I LOVE MONARCH I've literally never seen orange and pastels work well like yours does!!!

@swiftmitsu YOOO MY FIRST FRIEND MADE ON DISCORD!!! I'd like to say I'm a huge fan of your artstyle! It's a good mix between adorable, but can be taken seriously if the tone demands it! This is a hard skill to acquire, because a lot of adorable art can be hard to feel the wanted emotions conveyed — But you found just the right balance! I always look forward to you posting! ^^

@cocopebblez Detailed and stylish! I look at your art and go WOAH, I look at your sona and they're STUNNING, I look at you and I see cameras flashing as paparazzi tries to get your photo as you strut down the red carpet. So fame worthy is how I perceive your art!! And fame in the future I see!

@underfaithangelz welcome to the wall! I see your art has a very lantern vibe! Using this as my reference! I love how you can use low lighting and still make everything perfectly visual! It gives it a warm glow! I think your style is like fire, with all the intricate brush marks like flames! Beautiful and gorgeous just as your voice!

Also, we may not be moots—But honourary mention to @somegrumpynerd you're my comfort artist, I go searching for Dadmare if I'm down and I find your art—I love how it just looks like the embodiment of Marshmallows. I love how you draw each and every scene you've made, the emotions you convey even if it's supposed to just be a silly post! Just ahhhhhh I love looking at what you make!!

Have a good day, night, evening, morning, or whatever time it is for you guys!

[lizzyus]

‧ ₊˚ ⋅ ⠀ Shifting Pack ⠀⠀ ‧ ₊˚ ⋅ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ — all you gotta know⠀—

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(gotta clear that this post is made for people who are new to shifting, or was brainwashed by shiftok)

Warning ⚠️: Super long post!

‧ ₊˚ ⋅ ⠀ Themes ⠀⠀ ‧ ₊˚ ⠀ ────୨ৎ────

⠀⠀ ‧ ₊˚ ⋅ ⠀"practice" themes:

What is shifting?

How do I shift?

How do I apply LOA to shifting?

How do I shift through void state?

Manifestation through shifting

DR, CR, OR, WR

Methods

Symptoms

S/O's

⠀⠀ ‧ ₊˚ ⋅ ⠀ Shifting theories themes:

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Multiverse theory

3D, 4D theory (idk how to call it)

Death doesn't exists

(sorry for it just being 3, but i think these are the most common theories)

⠀⠀ ‧ ₊˚ ⋅ ⠀Shiftok themes ⠀⠀ ‧ ₊˚ ⋅

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2019-2022 misinformation

Shifting reputation after shiftok

Murder DRs

"Now that we grew up, can we admit..."

"Shifting it's dangerous"

Hwang Hyunjin & @Pilishifting

⠀⠀ ‧ ₊˚ ⋅ ⠀Shifting emotions ⠀⠀ ‧ ₊˚ ⋅ ⠀

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Your "first" shifting success

Depression post shifting

Shifting obsession

Why you should never have kids in ur DR

Being "eternal"

Respawn

⠀⠀ ‧ ₊˚ ⋅ General Shifting Tips⠀ ‧ ₊˚ ⋅ ⠀

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Take your time

See it was a hobby

Shifting is natural as breathing

Your truth is the absolute truth

‧ ₊˚ ⋅ ⠀ Start ⠀⠀ ‧ ₊˚ ⋅ ⠀ ────୨ৎ────

‧ ₊˚ ⋅ ⠀"Practice" themes:

What is shifting?

Million's question. Well, shifting has just one scientific proof (maybe more idk about). The proof is about CIA documents released in 2003. These talk about a scientific theory of the power of our mind. If you're the one who always believes things by scientific proofs, you should read it! Besides that, there are multiple theories of what shifting is. I'm gonna talk about 3 of them later. But the concept it's always mentioned is: Shifting is when you shift your consciousness to a different reality.

How do I shift?

you can shift by multiple ways. Just relaxing and thinking of your DR, by using a method, LOA, void state, dissociation methods, meditation, etc. In shiftok, ppl used to say: "Oh, you need to do this and that or else you won't shift!" BIGGEST LIE EVER. There isn't a secret method to shift written in a millennial rock that survived dinosaurs extinction. Whatever works for you it's completely valid.

How do I apply LOA to shifting?

LOA= Law Of Assumption. LOA it's a law that talks about accepting what you have, cause you do, and then it will be manifested. It may be kinda messy to understand at first, but I'll give an example.

If you want an apple, instead of saying:

"oh crap, I wish I could ate an apple right now"

You say: "The apple was so good! I want another one!" even if you haven't eat it yet. But actually, you ate it.

"But Lizz, if I haven't ate the apple yet, isn't it lying when I say I ate it????!!!" uhm... Wdym??? You just ate it in front of me?? Look, you have one in your hand rn. You told me you felt happy abt it, you have the memory of a fish lmao.

The real point of LOA is accepting you have your desire (as the example said, an apple). Your consciousness is BLIND. It just reflects what you take as a truth. All you have around you rn, it's because you think of it as a truth and cause you did, you have it physically. It's crazy, right? Nah, it's a natural thing of yours.

With LOA, you can apply this to manifestation, I've tried it and it worked so well for me (I didn't apply it to shifting, it was for a person but that's not the point yk) And do you remember you can manifest anything you want, right? A.N.Y.T.H.I.N.G you imagine, so yes. You could apply LOA to shifting too. You can say through your day or before shifting: "Ain't no way I just shifted again! Ugh, it's so easy it's tiring. I can't understand how people struggle so much abt it when it's as simple as blinking...-" Plus, you can experience the feeling of shifting while you say that. Or you can also imagine or visualize it.

How do I shift through Void state?

If you don't know what void state is... Well, void state it's the state of you with your consciousness, in the most pure form. It's literally you in a void (yet you can imagine and choose how it looks). In this state you can shift instantly cause there aren't doubts or CR/3D emotions or thoughts bc you leave your body before entering this state. You can access it by relaxing deeply and ignoring your CR/3D, there are algo guided methods on yt or just methods, like the distraction one. Once inside the void, you can manifest anything instantly (including shifting) and it will instantly happen, or when you wake up from that state, you'll be in your dr. Also don't be scared of it, it feels like pure calm!

Manifestation through shifting

If you don't know what manifestation is (maybe yk), manifestation is when something you "think of" becomes material and very real. Manifestation is super real, and it's very fun and helpful. You can manifest shifting by using methods, like the scripting methods, void state method, affirmation method, etc. And, you can manifest anything you desire, A.N.Y.T.H.I.N.G

DR, CR, OR, WR

these words have a meaning inside shifting. Each one of these, it's a way of talking about a different type of realities a shifter shifts to.

(These I mentioned are not the only ones, there are more but Im gonna explain just those cause I don't want this post to be eternal as us)

DR= Desired reality.

DR is the reality a shifter desires, its known by being more """"""unreal"""" (like always being realities about movies, series, books, or anything that is "impossible" here)

CR= Current reality

CR is the reality you're reading this, the current one you're in, the one you've "first" meet since you were born. There isn't a lot to talk about this one, cause you know it very well.

OR= Onirical reality

This almost the same as DR, but the difference is that you shift to your DR by sleeping methods.

WR= Waiting Room

Waiting room is a reality between your CR and DR. Your WR can be anything you want. A room, a galaxy, a whole planet, etc. You can shift there to "prepare yourself" before shifting to your DR, or just be there chilling

Methods

Shifting methods are ways that may help to shift, but it depends if you like them or not. They are NOT necessary, but they could help. There are many methods, like the subliminal audio one, Alicia method, stairs method, elevator method, lucid dreaming method, awake method, raven method, etc.

Also, a "method" that could help you to be clearer in your dr stuff, it's a script. A script can have your DR self description. Like your age, looks, personality, and you can even change your whole person, physically or not. You can also add face claims (photos of someone's face, and you will look like that in your dr) There are many different type of claims, but they're not necessary, it's just optional. As an example, I don't use face claims, but that doesn't mean I'm better or worse for that, no one is better or worse than anyone just for a silly script. In the script you can add scenarios that if you want, will happen in your dr. Also extras, that are silly things like: "I always smell like _" or random stuff. A script it's not necessary, it's optional too.

Symptoms

Symptoms are feelings that you may experience (or not, cause not everyone does) while you're doing a method or in the process of shifting. The most common one are

Feeling like you're falling

Heart acceleration

Soft headaches

Small involuntary movements

Feeling like someone is touching you

Hearing, smelling or having visions of stuff related to your DR

Feeling like you're spinning

Feeling your body is lighter or heavier

Those symptoms are completely normal, not everyone has them, that doesn't means anything wrong if you don't experience those. Actually, for some people is better to not experience symptoms, cause they focus easier (As an example, I have symptoms and tf they freak me out). Some of them may be scary, but there isn't a ghost whispering in your ear, it's just a symptom, you're safe, everyone is safe, you ain't gonna die, so don't worry pookie wookie.

Also, symptoms doesn't mean you're in your dr, except you believe it is. If you believe that symptoms are there bc you're in your dr, then it is. Your truth is the truth.

S/O

S/O means Special One, or Significant Other. That's a what of talking about the person you're shifting for or you love here and in your DR. It could be a familiar, a friend or your partner. As an example, let's say you're shifting to a BTS DR and you love Jungkook so much that you wanna marry him or something, so now Jungkook is your S/O. Or let's say you two wanna be besties and gossip together while you eat mc together. He's still your S/O.

‧ ₊˚ ⋅ Theories theme ✩⃝ ⃝

Multiverse theory

Multiverse theory has been the most famous one in shifting community, even for the external people to it. Multiverse theory talks about yeah, multiverse and Quantic jumpings. And that every reality in multiverse has a frequency, a frequency that us, humans, can match on our consciousness by doing shifting methods, affirmations, LOA, manifestation, etc. And when the frequency of our consciousness and the frequency of the reality we wanna shift to, match together, our consciousness finally "enters" our desired reality. And that's basically how multiverse theory explains shifting.

3D, 4D 5D theory

This theory is not as famous as the multiverse one, but I think it's still good.

It's kinda biased towards LOA (we talked about it before). So well...

As I said before, our consciousness is literally blind, it's just a mirror of what we believe as a truth. When you accept something and experience it in your consciousness, it can't do anything else than making it real and physical. So, why wouldn't this be also shifting, but in a different way? It could be more like: You don't change your reality, its the same one, but applying shifting methods, that are "unconsciously" LOA and manifestation, your reality changes, but you don't change to a "whole different one".

Death doesn't exists

I talked about this in one of my posts (cough, cough, go read it 🤭) buuuuuut, I'm gonna explain it here shorter.

As I mentioned and explained before what Void state is, you may remember that you can access void state when you forget about the 3D and basically leave your body and then you're just you (pure consciousness, cause you're NOT your body)

And well, when you die your body does, not your consciousness. So it's very very very probably that when you die you will enter void state. And inside void state, you can manifest whatever you want instantly, it's just you inside a void (or not if u choose) with pure calm. So after you die and enter void state, you can choose what happens next. As an example, if you believe in shifting you'll probably choose a reality to have a new life, if you believe in reborn, you'll reborn as someone or an animal, if you believe in heaven and God, you'll have God and a heaven to live in. Your consciousness is the creator of everything.

‧ ₊˚ ⋅ Shiftok Themes ‧ ₊˚ ⋅

2019-2022 shifting misinformation

Well, if you're new to shifting community and you have THE MOST BEAUTIFUL BLESSING of starting in Tumblr, you're extremely lucky, more than you think. Cause between 2019 and 2022, shifting became a very viral thing in tiktok, and of course many non-shifters used shifting in a way to get viral, or other people just said crazy stuff for you to do or else you "wouldn't shift". Most common ones were:

"You gotta drink a lot of water before shifting.*

"You can't move during a method"

"You NEED to stay in starfish position"

"You can't add "No" in your script"

"I came back to my CR with (x physical thing of their DR) that ____ gifted me"

"My s/o said they missed me"

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I'll try to explain why are those just foolish lies, starting by the most simple ones:

First 4 phrases:

None of them will help or reduce your shifting process, actually some of them could make it difficult. Like "you can't move during a method" or "you need to stay in starfish position". You actually can, cause if you're in a position that hurts your neck, belly, legs or anything else, will make you lose focus on your dr or whatever related to shifting.

"I came back from my dr with..."

⠀no. shifting it's a physical thing, ITS A CONSCIOUSNESS THING, CONSCIOUSNESS IS NOT PHYSICAL. OMFGGG, I remember how many people started to worry saying: "Oh, I shifted and I didn't get anything here..." pookie, they're lying to you, it's literally impossible anything that's physical if we talk about shifting.

"my s/o said they missed me"

When you shift back to you CR or to your DR, you don't fully "leave" your body, you don't dissapear, you don't die, you don't enter in a coma, thanos won't appear and snap, then suddenly you'll dissapear of existence. No. You're still conscious in your CR, even if you shifted to your DR and viceversa. You'll just life your life in both realities.

Shifting reputation after shiftok

I'm very sure that you remember 2020. It was a "cringy" year, and also COVID-19 was all around the world. And if you knew shifting since then, you know that shifters became cringe, or shifting became a thing to be shamed or embarrassed to do. Many youtubers started talking about it, making fun of it. Honestly I don't mind, sometimes I even laugh with them cuz well... 2020 💀. But there are people who get very serious over shifting. As an example, yesterday I saw a post here in tumblr, where an anon just wished a shifter to get 🍇 just cause she believed in shifting. That's completely disgusting, please if one day you don't believe in shifting anymore, just ignore it and pls never act this way, it's annoying and disgusting. Also, try to avoid anti shifters, most of them are really harsh and you just lose motivation if you have a weak mentality.

Murder DRs

This is about the shifters who decided to have a DR where they are a murder. Just by hearing that you know and feel like something is definitely wrong. I mean... Why kill people? You probably have mental illness if you go there just for that. And the worst part is that: people in your DR are NOT extra characters. All of them have a life, dreams, family, pets, job, etc. They are as real as people in your CR. It's completely horrendous to make a DR just for that. "it's my desired reality, I can do whatever I want"... GIRL, THEY ARE REAL PEOPLE, ITS THE SAME THING AS IF YOU WERE A MURDER IN YOUR CR, P.L.E.A.S.E R.E.A.CT.

"now that we grew up can we admit that shifting was fake."

This was a kinda new thing, at first I thought it was a joke but there are videos in tiktok actually saying this, especially after tiktok was getting banned (it just flew away some hours lol). Like how, why, when was it a lie?? Why would we all lie?

—"It's for followers"

Yeah no, yet here I am posting this when I have less than 50 followers, newflash. And many others do the same, the difference is that I haven't shifted yet, but there a lot who already did. We do it for fun, and to try to help. So... Yeah, that argument is stupid.

—"yall, it was something we invented in 2020"

*Neville Goddard books existing since 1938, 70/80+ years before shiftok*

Hwang Hyunjin & @Pilishifting

If you don't know who Hwang Hyunjin is, he's a K-pop idol from the boy group "Stray Kids" (I luv them 😚🤭). And well, Pilishifting was/is a shifting tiktok account. Maybe people here in tumblr don't know her, and it's okay, cause all this polemic was in the spanish shiftok community. If you know me, you may remember that I'm not from United states, english is my second language, and I'm actually from Argentina, South America. (arriba Argentina loko 😝😝😝😝🇦🇷🇦🇷🇦🇷🇦🇷) So that's why I actually know about this, soooooo wellllll, I'm gonna start.

Well, Pilishifting's S/O is Hyunjin, everything is okay with that, right? Yea. Also, Pilishifting had an Whatsapp shifting group where everyone could join and just talk there. But then a person who joined the group had the same s/o as Pilishifting. At first Pili was just "joking" about "my s/o is only mine". But then it got worse, to the point it started a fight between Pili and the people who joined, and it got a real mess. Pili was so mad that she even started creating stickers saying "Hyunjin is only mine". Also Pili was a very racist and disgusting person, I think she even sent g0r3 to the person she hated cuz of hyunjin. Pili said to the people who saw that: "if some of you all ever say something about this out loud, I'm gonna make your number phone and house location public" so that's why no one ever said nothing, until a person finally did it and now I think she's banned from tik tok.

‧ ₊˚ ⋅ Shifting Emotions ‧ ₊˚ ⋅

Your "first" shift

I don't mean this "first shift" by a minishift to a reality like your CR when you wanted to shift to your DR, I mean this by the first time you arrive in your DR. I saw many people saying it didn't felt like "OMFG DID I JUST SHIFT????" it felt more like "oh, I shifted, cool." And I think that's a very real thing, cause you already exist in your DR, it's not like you're gonna freak out by waking up in the same room your DR self always wake up. I feel like you won't even notice when you shift, until you do. (That's why I put on my script that when I shift to my dr, the first thing I see will be a note saying: "you shifted here" 🤭) at first this was kinda disappointing when I heard abt it, but think of it this way: What if you freaked out and you come back to your CR accidentally? Hell nah.

Depression post Shifting

Honestly I never saw many people talking about this, ppl always talk about the "shift" and not the "after" which I imagine might be really tiring to try and search info about it if you're going through this. Well, think of the "after shift" this way: You've lived a lot of time in your DR, maybe not, maybe it was just some hours, days, months, years, anything. And then you come back to your CR and you're like... "What the fuck?" And you may start feeling like everything it's a dream, at first it's kinda weird, but I think it dissapears with time. But after that feeling...

There are two ways of continuing your journey:

1. You appreciate your CR and life more, you balance the time between your CR life and DR life, finding a good way to do it and just... living.

2. Depression. You may start missing the people of your DR, probably your S/O at first. And when you try to shift, you can't focus and eventually don't shiftt, then you start focusing deep in shifting and forgetting you have a life in your CR. That leads to...

Obsession inside shifting.

Obsession in shifting is such a difficult thing, a very dangerous one too. It can lead you to many bad things (including depression). This is why I think that shifting has to be taken as a hobby, something as natural hobby like drawing (for example). If you're going through obsession, I recommend you to take a break, time doesn't exists at all, so why worry? I'm actually not the one to talk abt this cuz I'm struggling with this stuff, but that's not the point lol. Besides, if you're feeling like you might have depression for this, go to meet a professional as SOON AS POSSIBLE. Depression it's a deep thing that needs to be treated as soon as possible or else it would be impossible to erase. But, this doesn't means shifting is a bad thing that hurts you mentally and this and thatttt, shifting has a bad side and good one. As ANYTHING in this world. Coffee isn't bad, right? It has many healthy things in it, also it's delicious. But what if you drink too much coffee? Yeah, you might have an heart attack and die. But that's doesn't means coffee is a poison, you just didn't use it with care. Same applies to shifting and probably everything else in world.

Why you should not have kids in ur DR

This is kinda related to depression and obsession topic, imagine you're having kids. You'll have them inside your belly for 9 months, or you will help your partner with it, and they will be born. Then they will go to garden, to school, to highschool, to university, to work, to marry, to have kids, etc. You will help them to grow up, you'll see them everyday, and they're a part of your blood and soul. Now, imagine how empty you will feel without them in your CR. You'll probably get sad, so sad that it could lend you to depression. So yea, NEVER have kids in your DR, unless you're not coming back. This was kinda sad cuz I was planning on having 2 kids with my S/O, but I guess it just... won't be like that, I hope our s/os will understand us 🙏

Being "eternal"

Yes, you're eternal. If you decide and believe it. This connected to the "Death doesn't exists" theory. You're eternal, when you die, you can choose a new life to live in. And when you die after that life, you'll do it again, again, again, again, again and again and again... So, it's kinda scary the fact that you're eternal, or at least for me. Yeah I know I'll have peace, but Im kinda scared of the unknown. And it's completely okay, cause human brain works this way. But there's actually nothing to fear. Let's just chill

‧ ₊˚ ⋅ General Shifting Tips ‧

(last theme, yayy!!)

Take your time.

If you ever feel like you're tired of trying, don't feel like you're obligated to try everyday or else you won't shift. You don't need any effort to shift, or at least that's what I think. Relax, chill out and then start again.

See it as a hobby.

I mean this to evade obsession. Think of shifting like when you say: "damn, I feel like drawing rn" or, "I'm excited to cook cookies, it's been a long time since I did". Never see it as an obligation. Shifting is a gift you have, and it should be also fun. Enjoy the process. It's like drawing actually. If you make a super duper huge freaky drawing and it looks hell good, you won't feel satisfied. Why? Cause you didn't like the process of the sketch and colouring.

Shifting is as natural as breathing.

Even if you don't think so, shifting is natural. Think of it like: "What if I shifted when I was little and I forgot?" (happened to me once 💀).

Remember that every little little thing you do every day, it's a shift to a reality where you did it. Like waking up. Maybe here you did it, but maybe in another reality you're still sleeping and hugging your pillow as if it's your s/o and you cuddling cutely.

Your truth it's the absolute truth.

What I mean by this, is your belief. Of course you can read my posts, or else's post, and YOU have the choice of "what is real and what isn't". Cause you control your mind. Don't try to believe something it doesn't makes sense to you, just believe what you believe, and it will be true.

‧ ₊˚ ⋅ The end.

well, I've made this post just for fun, but also I wanted to help some people who are new here, wish you all a happy shifting! This toke me forever istg, so sorry if something I wrote is wrong, I'm kinda late to my volleyball class, hopefully I finished it a minute before, so I gtg right now. Thanks for reading sweetheart! Mwah mwahhh <333

Happy shifting! 💕

—Lizz.

(I just read it and it has MANY words that sound messy, wtf man, I'm sorry, Istg it's my keyboard 💀😭)