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At the end of the day, imagination is the true reality ✨
#sweet reminder from honey 🍯✨#That's all LOA is about huh..#manifesting#loa blog#loablr#law of assumption#loassumption#dream life#loa tumblr#loa affirmations#self concept
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DCxDP AU: Danny and Damian are actually twins but were never raised together- Talia would divide her time between bases, spending time with them separately (but spending more time with Damian). Jason technically only met Danny in his time with the LoA.
It still a very tenuous truce that Jason has with his family when he finally joins them for breakfast after a late night of busting a drug ring. And sue him, he's never cared to look at the little one that closely when he's not pointing a knife in his direction. But then the little Bat Brat turned his face towards the ray of light streaming into the family room of the Manor and Jason caught a closer look to the… green color. Huh.
“Hey demon, when you died did you come back with those green eyes?” Jason calls out, and perhaps it’s a little antagonistic but something deeply unsettles the crime lord about this.
“Tt. I’ve always had green eyes Todd. Your observation skills remain dulled-“ Damian begins to berate him but Jason’s scowl deepens and he interrupts.
“No, they were definitely Bruce’s color blue when I met you with Talia- I punched your lights out because of it remember?” Jason supplies, looking perturbed and having a small child look equally perturbed back at him.
“You never met me in Nanda Parbat. And mother would have never allowed you to attack above your station and live.”
“Kid I literally have the scars from my punishment. My memory from that time after the pit might not be great or even good but I know, I know I punched your lights out.”
“No doubt you have been fooled by a clone then-“ Damian says but he looks upset.
“Talia called you Dami then, you’ve never let us call you that.” Jason supplies further, he was certain that Talia had introduced him as her son.
“I was never called such an informal name.” But Damian looks disturbed more than he looks like he wants to fight.
Eventually, after combing through their collective memory of Talia's where abouts and Damian's lack of interaction with Todd, it’s decided that they have to talk to Drake who was there the most recently. Neither wants to add the fact that he's also the most knowledgeable family member when it comes to the LoA now.
“Huh? Yeah, it looks like Talia kept ledgers dividing her time between two places- the journal reads like there is Dami as Damian but… maybe it’s Dami AND Damian…” Tim reviews the books he robbed them of with a fine tooth comb and suddenly this pattern of using the “nickname” and the “full name” start to show a “first child” and a “second child”.
Damian was clearly the favorite. The ‘Dami’ kid was sent away on a suicide mission pretty early in their lives, he would have left right after Todd did at the age of 8-ish. They all groaned at the cold trail following this assignment he failed to return from- it meant that they had to involve Bruce with a DNA search of the local areas the kid had been sent to across the globe. One of which, weirdly enough, was in Illinois.
…
“My name isn’t Daniel” Danny sighs at yet another event the Mansons brought him to with Vlad looking over his shoulder every five minutes.
Then the weird skinny kid who’s the big talk of the town approaches him with some guy built like a tank and says: “It’s Damian, isn’t it?”
Danny literally sinks through the floors, but in his attempts to run out the back door he’s stopped- By a guy that has Danny's own face and a very sharp looking knife pressed to Danny's throat.
In short- Danny introduced himself to the Fentons as “Dami” but they misheard him and called him Danny and fuck it, it’s close enough.
Now it turns out that their mother only planned on one surviving the artificial womb and gave them very different amounts of her time- so she just gave them the same name and reported it like she only had one child.
#dcxdp#dpxdc#dc x dp#dp x dc#danny phantom#dc crossover#dp crossover#damian wayne#demon twin au#danny and damian are twins
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Stop Obsessing Over The Void And Subliminals (kinda rude rant)
as a person who started interest in the loa in late 2020 discovering subliminals. LOA is simple, idk why it took me 4 years to understand. manifesting is easy.
if you have struggles with manifesting. don't panic imma help you from being like me 😜.
1. Realize you are in control
Stop STOP and i mean fucking STOP. Giving the void and subliminals so much fucking power and bitching about it " OH MY GOSH i didnt enter the void wtf am i gonna doooo 😪 " or " THE SUBLIMINAL SAID 5 Seconds and it would work where is my SP? "
like gorl u sound desperate as fuckkkkk lol
but heres how we change this. first the problem is YOU. why the fuck you depending on some tool? thats like me depending on my feet to make my decisions and getting mad when my feet dont say shit back to me. LOL
but no you just need to strengthen your self concept. you can do this BYYYYY
- repeating affirmations during the day
- changing your thoughts
- Rampages
- &&&& Drumroll pleaaaaseeeee .... 🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁
Sleep affirmations. they slip into your consciousness at night :)....At the end i will link my FAVORITE VIDEOS, for the self concept.
2. MANIFEST
oh shit you thought this was gon be long huh? no bookie its just two things. better your self concept and start manifesting. NOW i am gonna some tips.
stop giving the 3d power when you make the 3d...
EXAMPLE:
you start your day saying " oh i have my ideal body im soooo freaking happy i finally did it, like i been x pounds for everrr and i love my body "
and then the second you look in the mirror you like " damn bruh i wish i had my ideal body "
cause like why tf did you just ruin your fucking manifestation, why did you fucking react????
When you look in that mirror this is what they mean by " old story ".
Instead, look in the mirror and close your eyes and imagine your ideal body, or just deny it. " who the fuck is that in the mirror, gorll ik thats not me cause i got my ideal body ive had it since 1823 "
ALSO
dont let your thoughts rule u, u rule them. if you are in public and think " omg they looking at me cause think im big" NO dont do that...
instead say
" Girl they looking at me bc i got my ideal body, and i been had it since a baby in da tummy ahh"
exactly change that mindset. thats it. all you have to do is catch yourself, improve your thoughts and your self concept will be thru the mf roof. So den you can manifest in a snap of a fingerrr. period thats the magic 🪄 sauce bookie. also dont say will say have cause you already have it bookie bear ;)
im open for questions and i am open to telling what ive manifested WITHOUT some dumb ass void or subliminal lol.
heres the video; BTW LOOK AT HER PAGE SHE HAS MUCH MORE.
youtube
#manifesting#loassumption#loa tumblr#loa blog#loa success#void#void state#void success#the void#the void state#manifesation#manifest method#void method#void meditation#void motivation#manifest#meditation#instant manifestation#Youtube
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I love Tim, he's such a chaotic little gremlin, and heres why.
(it does slowly get darker and more so me listing reasons on how Tim would be a great potential villain)
Figured out Batman's identity at nine years old all because he remembered a flip he only saw when he was 3
BLACKMAILED BATMAN INTO LETTING HIM BE ROBIN
Blown up multiple LoA bases (mainly for funzies)
Made an entire batmobile by hiding it in the batarang budget (again, mainly for funzies)
Tried to clone his best friend after he died (the best friend is already a clone, so Tim wanted a clone-of-a-clone)
Practically single handily saved his mentor from being lost in the time stream bc he saw a FUCKING PORTRAIT AND THOUGHT "huh, this dude looks so similar to bruce.. too similar"
Fell asleep while on a roller-coaster (was also on a date at the time, if i remember corectly)
He was about to kill Captain Boomerang as revenge for his dads death, and had to be talked out of it
His detective skills are on par with Bruce, so much so that Ra's (one of the people who trained Bruce before he became Batman) calls him Detective which is/was his title for Bruce
Faked having an uncle after his dad died just so he didn't have to get adopted
There was a mission where Tim became Batman, and used the gun that killed Bruce's parents to kill many of the rouges in Gotham, went back in time, and then that timeline was erased by threatening to SHOOT HIMSELF. not future-Tim, the gun weilding maniac, no, just normal robin-Tim
He broke Jason out of jail, despite the fact that he tried to murder him. Tim also broke Lynx (?) out of jail, when she tried to kill him too.
Despite many people saying he's the 'worst fighter in the family' he was literally trained by Lady Shiva, Rahul Lama, Shen Chi, Legless Master, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Alfred Pennyworth, Cassandra Cain, and Barbra Gordon. All of which are amazing fighters, some of which are like, mass murderers i think (Lady Shiva, hello??)
A different future Tim came back to the past to kill Kate Kane (aka batwoman) and although she was saved, he didn't hold any regret.
Almost killed Johnny Warlock for almost killing Stephanie, and he only stopped because Batman showed up and reminded him of the no-killing rule and the fact that Robin is supposed to be Batmans light (which means that Tim didn't stop because he remembered murder is wrong, he stopped because batman says its wrong, if ya get what i mean)
Beat the Joker while Batman was out of country, on his first time patrolling the city on his own
And finally, he happily (and successfully) lies to Batman
#tim drake#batman#batfam#batfamily#feral tim drake#tim drake is a menace#red robin#dc robin#dc comics#dc universe#this boy has the potential to become a supervillain and he HAS#i love him so much#chaotic little gremlin#tim drake is chaotic
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I just find it interesting that now there's a whole "bullying" narrative going around about the ND community, calling it toxic, saying we're "hating on LOA"
If I'm not mistaken... When ND was first introduced to Tumblr, it was the LOA community writing 10 page think pieces on why ND is the same as LOA and we just added "fancy words," how we're spreading misinformation, how we're all deranged and mentally ill 🤔🤔
The tables seem to have turned, huh 💀
#and the best part of it all#the “bullying” is just someone expressing an opinion disagreeing with someone else and everyone got mad#but they're not ready for that conversation
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Reassembly 2
link to first post
Masterpost
(the one where Peter Parker wakes up post-snap in a LoA lazarus experiment)
It was New York City. Peter thanked his blessings and the transportation gods. He didn't wait for the train to stop because he was kind of afraid that it wouldn't and he'd get carried somewhere else.
If he'd been a regular teen, it would have been like, super dangerous to jump off of the top of a moving train and land on cement. Peter rolled like he'd been taught and came up safe. He shook his wrists a little as he straightened and tried to figure out where he was exactly.
Okay. Operation solo hero was a go. Here he was, in NYC. He didn't have any help. But he was Spiderman. Peter tried not to feel discouraged about losing all his tech, his friends, and his mentors. He could remake his web shooters and a suit. He needed access to materials, but he could do it. His first formula had been made in a school lab.
'But I wasn't homeless and undocumented then.'
Oof, that felt bad.
'Can I even keep my name? I can't exactly go to Midtown and tell them to make Peter Parker plural.'
Yikes. That was a whole lot of yikes.
Well. One problem at a time, right? He needed to get himself into a more stable position for survival first. Now that he knew where he was, he could change his strategy from calling for help to becoming self-sufficient.
He wasn't exactly sure what to do. The first thing that came to mind was that he needed more clothes. Even if he had liked this outfit, he definitely needed more than one set. This was gross. And honestly? He was kinda cold. And he was increasingly uncomfortable about not wearing underwear.
'I don't have any money and I can't borrow some. I can't steal from anyone. What can I do?'
Peter racked his brains. Go through the donation bins for a thrift store? That seemed wrong. But … stores throw things away.
'Department stores get new things all the time. They must be throwing away old clothes. If I check their dumpsters, I bet I'll find something.'
With a plan in mind, Peter made his way to the closest big store he knew about. Even though he was stranded, at least he was in his city. New York City was way more comforting than Metropolis had been. He navigated by memory to a store he knew called-
Huh. The store was where he thought it would be, but it had a different name. Peter quietly read it aloud, wondering if this place would have the same bland, safe fashion as where he'd meant to go.
Well. There was only one way to find out, and it wasn't by going inside. They were locked up for the night anyway.
He found the dumpsters. Peter braced himself for a moment, taking a deep breath.
He didn't feel good about this. He didn't. Not morally- if it had been thrown away, it didn't belong to anyone– but looking at the outside of a dumpster really hammered in the desperation he was in. He was poor. He had nothing and he had no one.
Peter shook that off. "That's not true," he told himself. Hearing a human voice, even his own, helped a bit. "I have a great sense of humor and a positive outlook."
Still, uh, he was ready for a lifestyle that included underwear. He carefully lifted the lid and rested it against the wall so that it didn't make any noise. Then he hopped up onto the rim and squinted into the bin.
There were big plastic bags full of fabric. His first impulse was to tear them open and look, but he refrained. It would make a mess for the garbage workers. Instead he painstakingly untied the string at the top and opened a bag. Then he pulled clothes out one piece at a time and examined them.
His heart fell. He'd been right. These were all perfectly good, unused clothes with the tags still on them, so he could even sort by size. But someone had taken scissors to them all before throwing them out. Peter held up a t shirt and squinted at it. It wasn't that bad, really. They hadn't been super thorough. This one had kind of a snip through the middle.
…it wasn't like he didn't know how to sew. He'd done lots of repairs that way, and even made a Halloween costume one year.
If he just stitched that up it would be kinda obviously repaired. That was okay, but Peter dug around until he found another T shirt in a different color. It was hard to tell in the darkness but he was pretty sure it was blue. It had a similar cut.
"Okay," he planned aloud. "I cut them fully apart, even out the edge, and then sew them together so it looks like being bi colored is a fashion decision."
He dug around for a couple more shirts, trying to get four different colors that in the daylight he could hopefully mix and match. Then he shoved everything back in that bag and tied it up. He hung his haul over the edge of the dumpster and started opening bags on a hunt for jeans. A pair of jeans and a pair of sweatpants was basically all the wardrobe a teenaged boy needed, anyway.
It took four bags until he found some, and they were too big. But the next bag under that had his size range. These had been snipped too, but Peter huffed a laugh. So what? Lots of jeans had tears in them as a style choice. He dug out two pairs and wiggled into them one after the other to check the fit. It was a relief to have his legs covered. They were kinda long but he was expecting a growth spurt any day now, so that was great. He was pretty sure one was black and one was blue, so that was a good variety.
He wanted underwear and socks. Maybe a heavier coat, if they had one. He searched and searched and came up with nothing. He did find a shoulder-strapped canvas bag that had probably been returned- there was a subtle stain on the inside. Peter would have preferred a backpack, but he shoved the clothes inside the bag anyway. This was a lot better than just walking around holding a handful of fabric. He put the little bag from the guy’s locker inside of it. He still hadn't even looked at what was in it.
Still. He stared mournfully at the clothes. No underwear, really? He was willing to compromise on socks, but underwear and shoes that fit were a big deal.
"I guess they don't need to seasonally change those so much." Peter sighed to himself. "Wait- no. That can't be right. For socks maybe but shoes? They must throw out a ton of shoes."
Just not today, apparently.
Disappointed, he closed the dumpster back up and adjusted his haul over his shoulder. He left without looking back. He was already churning through possible solutions for his outstanding problems. Socks, shoes, underwear, and a sewing kit so that he could use his changes of shirts.
'Fancy hotels have those little repair kits as part of the free goodies.'
Oh, man. Peter steeled himself for social embarrassment. He was going to have to wander in and out of hotel lobbies by himself, take a repair kit, and leave.
'Maybe they'll think I'm a guest,' he thought hopefully. 'I don't look that bad. I look kinda like I'm going to school or traveling light.'
Oh. That was an idea.
'Lots of hotels have free breakfasts. I could just walk in, eat, and leave. Even if the desk staff thinks I'm probably not a guest, they probably won't say anything.'
It seemed kinda wrong. But it was a buffet. Leftovers were going to get thrown away. And he only had to wait until the morning.
Peter tabled the idea for later. It was going to depend on just how hungry he got. He was already really hungry, if he was honest about it. Whatever bodily numbness he'd gotten from the green jello stank tank had worn off.
'I'm going to get too hungry to manage before too long even if I have a huge breakfast every day. I’m used to running on a lot of calories. What would happen to my ability to be Spiderman if I can’t eat enough?'
He shoved the realistic part of him down and tried not to feel discouraged by his demanding metabolism.
Focus. The first thing was fixing the clothes.
'No,' grumbled a mental voice he knew he should recognize. It was coming through a fog of distortion. Shelter is first, Spiderman. Shelter, water, food, and then supplies like clothes.'
He frowned and rubbed at his temples. He didn't know how to solve that problem. It seemed more practical to address the problems that he knew how to fix first.
Well. A hotel buffet would probably have drinks as well, but they wouldn't be open for a while. He didn't know what time it was but it was actually night.
At least he had a tentative plan for it.
Peter steeled himself for embarrassment and started looking for hotels. The first one he found was too fancy- the amenities weren't placed in the lobby. He walked in and his attention was immediately caught by the soft golden gleam of a bell on the reception desk. It was under a strategic light.
'This one won't be good for breakfast either, there's nowhere for a buffet,' Peter noted. Thankfully, no one was waiting at the desk. He walked back out and realized that would probably be the case for most places at this time of night.
He felt better going into the next hotel. This one had amenities out, but not a sewing kit. Peter took a toothbrush, two of the packets of wash products, and a cheap razor. Maybe this would be the time his facial hair started to come in and he'd need to shave.
'I really need a wash,' he noted, not for the first time. 'So bad.'
The green stuff didn't smell …too bad when dry. It definitely didn't smell as sour as it had tasted. But his skin itched and his hair was crunchy.
The third hotel was the winner. He had the idea to look for a cheaper hotel aimed at business class travelers. It had free wifi, what was definitely going to be a breakfast buffet from 5:00 am, and it had the sewing kit that he needed. Peter took one gratefully, wondered if it would have enough string, and then took a second kit just in case.
Okay. Next priority was getting clean. That would double up with getting water- now that he'd thought about it, Peter was thirsty enough to drink shower water from the faucet.
He looked for a gym. He found a fashionable 24 hour one and dismissed it. Entrance was clearly only by key cards there. He needed someplace older. At least this was his city. He could guess the general area that would have what he wanted. Peter walked around until he found one and wiggled his way up to the third floor, heaved open a window, and went in search of a shower.
"Good thing I grabbed this," Peter said, stripping all of his clothes and palming one of the tear-open packets of individual soap and shampoo. There was absolutely nothing in the shower in terms of amenities. Gym patrons probably brought their own stuff.
He took the longest shower of his life, wished he had a washcloth or two, and ended up using both packets of soap to get his body clean enough. Then he hauled his clothes in, all of them, and washed them as best as he could using what was left of the shampoo. He wrung them all out and then put on his new jeans, totally damp. It didn't feel great on his skin. But at least it was clean. For now, he put on one of the black t-shirts. He'd apparently managed to grab two in black, one in red, and one in blue. This t-shirt had a v- shaped cut on the stomach, but he pulled the brown jacket over and zipped it up enough that it didn't show. It was all damp and very weird, but they'd dry quickly on him since he was moving around, right?
When he looked at himself in the mirror, Peter looked like himself. Sure, he was damp and messy haired. But he was clean! He shot himself a thumbs up.
He left the rest of the clothes hanging to dry and wandered the gym. It was eerie but also really interesting. He'd never spent much time in an actual gym.
That might be a cool hobby to take up. If nothing else, he could maybe find some classes.
Oh! A clock. Peter squinted at it in the dark. It was 3:42 AM. It wasn't actually that long until the hotel breakfast bar opened, then. He'd been walking around all night.
'I need a way to tell time on my own. There's not that many clocks in public.'
The first thing that he came back to when he thought of his problems was money. Money, money, money. He needed it. And he needed ID- did the ID come before the money, or the other way around? He needed tech to be Spiderman and to live in general– man, it was weird to be without a phone– so, how?
His first thought was to go to school and use the laptops there. But he wasn't a student. That would probably freak people out- or worse, draw attention to him. Was it more illegal to exist without documentation, or to be a minor who wasn't in school?
Peter shuddered. Yeah, no high schools.
But a public library? That had potential. The computers were always pretty old but they were free to use.
That was most of an itinerary for the day, then, he realized. It made him feel better to have a plan. He was going to wait a while for his clothes to dry (should he point the blow dryer at them?), and shove them in his bag. He'd go back to the business hotel for breakfast and probably more soap, then go to the library.
'I need to eat a lot at that buffet.'
His stomach rumbled in agreement. Oh man, this was kinda bad. He had no idea how to get another meal today.
Well. He could look into it when he was at the library.
He ended up turning the blow dryer on his clothes to get them dry. They didn't seem any dryer than they'd been when he wrung them out. That made for a tense hour of pointing the little machine while his arm got tired and he kept jumping at sounds that might be someone coming to open up the gym.
Stupid, Peter chastised himself. Of course a couple hours in a humid room wasn't enough to dry anything. They'd get moldy first.
He got them dry enough to fold up and put in his canvas bag, and then he went out by the same window that he'd come in.
'I hope they don't start locking that. If I don't have a place to stay soon, I'm gonna really need these showers.'
It didn't take him long to get back to the business hotel. It was somewhere between 5 and 6, which meant that the buffet was fully out but not busy. Peter walked in and beelined to the food, trying desperately to look like he belonged.
Nutritionally, it was pretty good considering the circumstances. Peter grabbed an apple and a banana from the fruit bowl and got a glass of milk as well as orange juice. He wasn't going to get scurvy, at least!
Glass containers had a selection of baked goods that honestly all just looked okay. He picked out a couple of plain rolls and then something that had walnuts in it. For protein, his options were some queasy looking sausages and a tray of scarily yellow scrambled eggs. He took a generous portion of both and finally started eating.
Whoa. As soon as he'd had a few bites, it was like the dial turned up on his hunger. Peter ate at record speed and caught himself looking back at the buffet.
No one was looking. There was only one other person in the buffet area, a young woman staring grimly into a cup of coffee and using her phone. The receptionist wasn't paying attention at all.
Peter felt worse, somehow, about going back for seconds than he had about coming here in the first place. But he was too hungry for shame. He grabbed two bagels and toasted them at the same time and stuffed his pockets with cream cheese packets.
'I could take a bit of this with me. A roll or two and maybe a banana? Ugh, it's weird, but the cream cheese has protein in it…'
He put another couple of packets in his pocket. No one was going to count and realize he was taking two of them out the door.
While he waited for the bagels to toast he refilled his drinks and added a coffee and an apple juice. He felt ridiculous with four drinks, so he drained the milk and put the empty cup in the clean up bin.
He filled a second plate of sausages and scrambled eggs (they weren't that bad) and piled the bagels on it as soon as they popped up.
Once he'd eaten his second serving, Peter felt a lot more human.
He also felt exhausted. Like, he was beyond tired.
'I didn't sleep at all so that figures. And I don't have any idea where I can sleep today. So… maybe one more coffee while I wait for the food to give me energy I can use?'
He couldn't quite stand the idea of gulping down all that liquid right then. It seemed like a good time to see what was in the little bag he'd gotten from the probably evil scientist's locker.
'The guy worked somewhere that stores human bodies in rancid green jello. If he's not an evil scientist, it's only because he's an evil janitor or receptionist or something.'
That… It wasn't ideal but it made him feel a little better and a little braver.
The instant he unzipped the little bag, Peter realized that the guy basically had his whole life in the bag. That included a phone, which was either turned off or dead.
"Whoops," he muttered. He considered turning it on but paused. Would that be safe? He might need it. But what if someone realized it had been stolen and tracked it?
He left it alone for now and looked at the wallet.
The first thing was a Metro City transit card. Peter looked at it and put it back in place. There were a couple more cards- credit or debit, an expired gift card, membership cards to three different pizza places and a gym, and an ID. Peter glanced around guiltily to be sure no one was looking before he checked the name and photo.
Richard DeWitt was blonde, apparently 5ft 10 inches, and 170 lbs. He had a lopsided smile and dead eyes in his photo. Brown eyes.
DeWitt was 37- no, Peter corrected internally. He grimaced. He was 5 years in the past, so DeWitt was only 32. One of the ID cards was for work, which was a goldmine. Or it could have been, if the company name had been written instead of the initialism LOA.
Better than nothing, at least. He memorized the letters and logo.
The debit and credit cards were no good to him. Peter made a mental note to destroy them later, so that no one else could pull them out of the garbage and use them later.
He paused for a long moment over the cash. He felt like a spotlight was about to shine down on him and an announcer would call him a thief. But he counted it: 87 dollars. That wasn’t Tony Stark money, but there were a lot of problems it could solve for him.
'The money isn't the same as back home.'
His eye caught on the one dollar bills. He picked them out of the pile to look at them more closely, like an inspection was going to make them change.
Assuming DeWitt didn't have fake currency on him, the US dollar was different.
Peter stopped. He belatedly processed that.
There was no way in a million years that the picture on the dollar had changed in the last five years. It had always been the same guy.
But here it was, unmistakably a US dollar with a man Peter didn't know printed in the center.
That changed things.
'I"m not on my earth, unless this is a hallucination. Where else could I be!?'
He would like to stop having paradigm changing realizations, any day now.
The only thing that kept him from having a total nervous breakdown was that he was in public. Sort of. There was no one directly looking at him, but that would probably change if he went into the fetal position and started wheezing.
This was bad. This was really, really, bad, actually.
He needed to go back to the drawing board. For all he knew, there was no Peter Parker here, no Tony Stark, no one he could go to for help.
And the people who had kidnapped him-
Oh, hell. They could be anybody for all he knew. Heck, what if that was a government thing? If they didn’t even have the same presidents, he couldn’t assume this was the same country, in a sense.
‘I need to look into that, as soon as possible. What if I’ve got the universe equivalent of like, HYDRA or something looking for me? That would be a bad surprise.’
He had the address of that building, at least, and the name of an employee. That was something to go off of.
Peter forced himself to exhale long and slow. He picked up his mess. He didn’t finish going through the guy’s wallet but he didn’t have the nerves for it right now. He stuffed it back into his satchel and left with a nod at the desk clerk.
He needed information, and that meant the library was even more urgent. It was the only way he knew to access the internet.
The walk wasn’t too bad. His nerves were a knot in his throat as Peter crossed morning traffic on what had to be a weekday, but his memory of NYC didn’t lead him wrong. He bounded up the stone steps to a big library two at a time, shot a queasy smile at the man behind the desk, and ducked his head as he walked in and did a little tour of the place.
There were three floors. The first floor had a dedicated computer lab for students, and long desk with four computers for public use. Near it there was a little table with pitchers of coffee, water, and paper cups with a sign encouraging free usage. There was also a reading corner, a collection of tables for quiet group projects, and rows of media like DVDs. Wow, so old. Peter marveled at that on his way up the stairs. There was a huge papier-maché wolf on the stairwell for unknown reasons. He patted it on the head as he passed.
The second floor had that intense library smell to it and a lot of signs strictly enforcing absolute quiet. He craned to see tall rows upon rows with labels like science and law, as well as a sign for reserved meeting rooms and bathrooms. The third floor was apparently mostly for group collaboration. Each table had a sign begging people not to bring in outside food and to leave their drinks on the table. Peter glanced over to the only table that had someone at it already, spied her huge coffee cup, and suppressed a snort. He didn’t see anything, but he could smell bacon and eggs. His stomach twisted into a knot.
Still, she didn’t seem to be causing any terrible destruction with her breakfast sandwich. He noted that she had four different colored highlighters next to her notebook, but tore his attention away before he felt like a creeper.
Okay. He had the lay of the land. It made him feel weirdly better. This library was now his base of operations, the center for his information gathering campaign and the subsequent plan… construction …campaign?
He’d workshop a name later. For now, he jogged back down a floor and went to the modern history section. He just read titles for a while, trying to paint a picture of what shared history he could confirm.
He saw lots of familiar country names referenced, and a few of the names that cropped up were familiar as well. The eerie feeling that he wasn’t home just got stronger, though, because there was no reference to half the modern wars and much less on WW1 and 2 than he'd expected. They were shelved in with books about the Justice League.
Justice League?
There was a whole lot of scholarship on that, whatever it was. Maybe it was like the U.N., Peter guessed. He flipped open a book and flipped pages randomly, scanning for words that stuck out. Ah, nope, there’s a reference to the U.N. So, this was a different thing entirely.
Okay, well. That gave him a starting point of something to look up.
He went back to the first floor and started a session on one of the public use computers. He had to write the time and his name on a check in sheet. He started to write ‘Peter’ out of force of habit and scrawled to a stop after writing the Pe.
For all he knew, that could be a bad idea. He shouldn’t leave any record that actually led back to him.
‘...So what else starts with Pe?’
It took him an embarrassingly long time to come up with Peyton. He wrote that down, exhausted and relieved, and then realized he needed a last name too. Oh, heck. He wrote a random letter -K- and then searched his brain for a plausible sounding last name. He came up with Kensington and then sat down, idly wondering if that was actually a name or just like, a place in the U.K. or what.
‘...I only thought of that because it ended in ‘ton’ like Peyton,’ he had the delayed realization. ‘It sounds kinda cheesy together. Fakey.’
Okay. Realistically, no one was ever going to look at that register. So it was fine that he wasn’t good at lying on his feet. He probably needed to sit down and come up with a couple of fake names to use in future.
Well. Maybe he didn’t have to be that creative. He opened a window and searched ‘Tony Stark.’ His heart fell as he scrolled through the results.
Tony Stark didn't exist here.
There had been people with that name, don’t get him wrong. But they weren’t Mr. Stark. There was no Mr. Stark in this universe. He tried looking up current billionaires instead, just in case Mr. Stark had a different name. He flipped through their photos with a sinking heart. That guy was too bald, Mr. Stark would never have a mustache that silly, Mr. Stark wasn't that jacked, no, no, no.
He tried other names- Happy Hogan, Jamese Rhodey, Virginia Potts (he initially forgot that her name wasn’t really Pepper and ended up on a site for kitchen goods).
The result? No result, more like. Not great.
He tried celebrities. Musicians, actors, philosophers, everyone he could think of. Weirdly, lots of them popped up.
The difference seemed to be around 1940. Historical names came up the way that he would expect them to. But anyone who was modern just didn’t.
Out of extremely morbid curiousity, he googled Anne Frank. He found a semi successful novelist in her 90s who lived in Prague.
Peter put his face in his hands. Okay. Okay, he knew approximately when the universes or whatever had diverged. That was wild.
His hands were shaking. He got up, realized he didn’t have a reason to stand, and then went to pour himself a paper cup of the complimentary water so he didn’t feel like a crazy person.
This was a whole different world. He couldn't assume that his background knowledge was helpful.
That made him feel so safe and secure. Thanks, universe.
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I want to vouch for barbie. Since im taking coaching from soya.
Even tho im not supposed to be in tumblr since she said it'll cause me to overconsume, I couldn't help but want to check around and see if you posted more of her success stories (they help massively btw thank you so much) and being met w a person saying that you're scamming us is crazy.
Soya, in my experience, really made me realize Loa and the void in general. She made everything click for me and would motivate me if i ever felt doubtful that i wont enter on my designated day.
Yes there have been scammers in the community but that doesn't mean that every coach that offers a payed (cheap service might i add) is a scammer!
its ridiculous. I had a gut feeling that someone would be mad about the fact that its not free and cause drama. this always happens
Another thing is how can you say that void success stories are unbelievable?? anything is possible when manifesting, be it using the void or not. We make the impossible, possible.
Also there was a poll on whether or not we want to see success stories from soya and the majority voted yes.
And the last thing that got me was the gaslighting bit....you cannot be serious? because she said "well what're you waiting for? go get your desired life"? if thats gaslighting then this entire community is gaslighting everyone. I cannot begin to count the amount of motivation posts that use variations of that exact phrase😭😭😭
promoting your friend's business is not manipulation nor is it gaslighting, its called being a good friend. And with that, many people finally achieved entering the void, which is worth more than 20 fucking dollars.
Anyways. Thank you barbie for introducing me to soya! This isn't shade towards any blogger. Its specific to the ask only.
Hope you have a nice day!🤍🤍🤍
" Another thing is how can you say that void success stories are unbelievable?? "
Yeah exactly, first u say everything is possible and then u go like "Also all the success stories seem so fake. I'm not one to doubt success stories but the first few all seem like they're the same Indian girl and then the last 2 sound like random fictional novels."
Huh..BTW thankyou for taking your time and writing this beautiful ask ! I genuinely appreciate it 🌷
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This is for everyone who seems to be "struggling" with states + what I can suggest + My success story.
-Have you ever been one of those people to reach "that moment" in manifestation where you wanted to be, even if you have never either it doesn't matter. You know how much of an outsider and annoyed/obsessive over loa when seeing other people succeed and couldnt really find what would work for me. Sounds like you, huh? You are not the only one, I'll tell you exactly how to get out of there + master your manifesting skills and a bit of self-concept.
The. answer. is. staring. right. at your face.............................................Yes.
"But anon, wdym by that??" What I mean is that notice how all of these people who post their success stories are in the state of easy/effortless manifestation. Like they mention how easy it is and how effective it is. Thats because of their state, they chose to occupy the state of someone who does the bare minimum in loa and still gets wtf they want. It doesnt matter how many times you repeat your affs, persist, mental diet, you wanna know why you waste energy doing that? Is because your occupying the state of "difficult manifesting", meaning you obsess over it, you try so hard but "nothing" comes, you feel you need to do the most to get it. Notice how all of these points I made fall under the state of "difficult manifestation"?? if you were in that state, those things I just mentioned would've been what you experience. Why?? BECAUSE YOU OCCUPIED THE STATE OF SOMEONE WHO ISNT SUCCESSFUL IN MANFESTING!!!
A thing I def reccomend when using states to manifest is to understand the 4D IS THE TRUE REALITY AND NOT THE 3D. Yes I know you're tired of hearing the same thing but now that you have a shifted paradigm on states, it should be easier. What I did was know that the 4d is the blueprint, kind of put it on the pedestal but not in the negative way. It was a way where I didn't ignore the 3d and affirm against it, but focused on my 4d and stuck with it. Because "ignoring the 3d and affirming agains it" simply implies that your 3d is filled with undesirable things and you affirm against it.
Cause trust me I've been there when I say living in my 4d was making me crazy, but you know why it did? Was because I looked at the 3d for validation/ didnt trust what my 4d is saying. It's kind of like y'know when you like a guy/girl and your friend warns you to stay away from that person but you get annoyed at them because you think what they're saying is bullshit?? Same thing applies. If you dont trust your 4d and realise it creates the 3d and is so much more powerful than what you experience, when will living in the end ever be a fullfilling thing to do? Get it? "Fullfilled" LMFAOO I'm so hilarious, but enough of my corny jokes. Heres a summary
-Be in the state of someone who is a master at manifesting/self concept etc.
-Know that your 4d creates everything, when its done in your 4d, its done in 3d, a simple way to put this is just live in your mind because when you realise that, you change your imagination, you change your reality and there is so much power in knowing that.
-ANNDDD THENNN you can apply everything else like persisting, repeating affs etc.
I got perfect self-concept doing this, like I got compliments today and I felt so confident, I love the way I'm so pretty, like why am I so perfect and gorgeous?
I manifested many straight niggas to like me at my school (im black and gay) let me tell you!!! a nigga stopped and walked back and stared at me to see "Damn who is that??" I was laughing so hard.
Overall my life has improved, I get things to go my way and yeah. thats about my successes. I might start a blog but because of how disrespectful anons are Idk if I should.
-tysm lovies, stay hot nd mysterious, and know how powerful you are!!!! stop wavering!!!!!
omg, thank you so much for sharing this ! i hope this helps some people ! ♡
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Paris, France
Author’s Note: i got the foundation of this from “What’s Mine is Yours” by DoflamingosStrings on ao3 and i couldn’t help but insert my OC as i headcannon that the Fantastic Four plus my OC would have qualifications of a poly!queer platonic (questionable) relationship. A little background, my OC, Adelaide, is an unapologetically black fem who is Johnny’s agent and social media manager. She’s more comedic relief, but also takes no shit. In my headcannon, she follows the quartet into Outworld at Johnny’s request and starts off as more of a spectator (essentially doing all the recording that you see Johnny do in story mode). However, she becomes a kombatant by subduing Mileena, saving Kenshi’s sight. A little joke is that she threatens to get Johnny cancelled for colonial behavior had he not given Sento back to Kenshi. This is more so an extension of DoflamingosStrings’s work, as if the couples’ mingling has gone on for a while now. Everything else remains relatively the same.
WARNING: MDNI. This fic contains graphic descriptions of sexual activity including threesomes - M/M/F, PIV intercourse, anal sex, oral sex (fem and male receiving), dom/sub dynamics and more. Read at your own risk!
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Kenshi hunched over the kitchen counter, reveling in the smell and taste of the freshly brewed coffee Adelaide had made him before she and Johnny left for a meeting about future roles. He felt a pair of arms wrap around him, breaking him out of his quiet solace.
“Finally, some peace and quiet, huh?” Kung Lao’s timbre sliced through the silence.
“If you’re anything like me, you’ll learn to miss Johnny and Adelaide’s boisterous voices. Keeps my head clear of dangerous thoughts.” Kenshi straightened his back and leaned into the younger’s touch. Kung Lao placed his chin on Kenshi’s shoulder and breathed in his scent. He had originally woken not to be comforted by Kenshi’s presence, but because Adelaide had also made breakfast. A spread of pancakes, fruit, eggs, and sausage laid covered on the dining table, tempting him with its decadent smell. Small divets signaled that Adelaide and Johnny had gotten their helping before rushing out the door to beat L.A. traffic.
In fact, Johnny had invited Raiden, who remained asleep upstairs, and Kung Lao to spend time at his “humble” abode to allow for proper rest after their endeavors tasked by Liu Kang. They eagerly agreed wanting to spend more time with the trio seeing as their origins in China would not allow for frequent visitations.
“Hmm..” Kenshi began as he felt Kung Lao’s morning erection against the small of his back. Kung Lao raised his head a bit to listen to what he had to say. “Raiden sure is missing out right now.”
Kung Lao chuckled, his breath tickling Kenshi’s ear sending chills down his tattooed arms. “Sure is. Not only would he love this scene right now, but I also might clean the assortment before he wakes up.” His arms made his way beneath Kenshi’s shirt to feel his ribbed abs. His fingernails lightly grazing across, not helping as Kenshi gasped at the feeling.
“I would bend you over right now, but I have to get some sustenance in me first. Can’t please you on an empty stomach.” Kung Loa said, quickly pulling away and grabbing a plate from the cabinet just above Kenshi’s head.
When all was said and done, Kung Lao did indulge in a hefty portion while Kenshi kept his very moderate. The latter shifting in his seat knowing his fate was set after Kung Lao was full.
Raiden awoke to the vulgar sounds that came from Johnny and Kenshi’s shared rooms. The sunlight peaked through the blinds and Kung Lao’s scent in the sheets began to dissipate. He arose to stretch his limbs, the tension nearly gone now as he got the opportunity to relax rather than continuously prove himself as Earthrealm’s champion. He opened the bedroom door which acted as a soundproof barrier, the sounds having increased tenfold. He walked down the hall, the sounds still increasing. But he passed the door to Johnny and Kenshi’s bedroom where they were evidently coming from in favor of taking the stairs to the kitchen.
‘For Raiden. :)’ - From Adelaide
The note made him smile as he picked up the still warm coffee cup on the table. He helped himself to the scraps Kung Lao had left and picked up the newspaper that had already been read by someone prior. Once he made it to the last page and filled out the remaining crossword boxes, he hadn’t noticed that the sounds had stopped. Only lifting his head due to Kung Lao’s heavy steps coming down the stairs. Kenshi followed, sex written all over his body that was now scattered with hickeys and bite marks. In addition, he had a bit of a limp to his gait.
“Have fun?” Raiden leaned back in his chair, amused at the scene that lay before him.
Kenshi raised a finger at him before collapsing face first into the couch in the living room.
“Careful or else I might begin to think that Johnny is rubbing off on you.” Raiden joked, biting his tongue from laughing at his expense.
“Actually I was rubbing off on him.” Kung Lao chuckled as he approached Raiden, leaning in to peck him on the cheek.
“Neither you nor Cage are funny.” Kenshi’s voiced, his usual stoic demeanor returning to him.
Kung Lao gathered the plates on the table and began to clean them, knowing that Adelaide would be pissed to come back to dirty dishes and also as a gesture of appreciation for her work.
Raiden also made work of cleaning off the tables and counters. He would’ve asked Kenshi to help mop, but decided against it knowing that he definitely would be of no use right now. After cleaning, he plopped himself on the couch and turned on the TV, opting for some animal documentary. A comfortable silence came over the trio before Kung Lao spoke.
“You know, sometimes I feel bad that Adelaide is left out of the fun.”
“What do you mean?” Raiden questioned as he used the small of Kenshi’s back as a headrest. His feet were propped in Kung Lao’s lap.
“Like…” Kung Lao scratched the back of his neck, not knowing how to voice what may be a controversial opinion. “Like how me, you, Kenshi and Johnny interact. I feel bad keeping her in the dark after everything she does for us. Do you think she even knows?”
Raiden pursed his lips. He definitely was attracted to Adelaide. In fact, he was the one who pointed it out to Lord Liu Kang about her potential as a kombatant. To say that her fighting style and flexibility in kombat didn’t turn him on would be a flat out lie. Did she know? She didn’t necessarily live with Johnny to be privy to such information. Sure, she had her own apartment, but often times would stay at Johnny’s due to his close proximity to work and city life. He didn’t doubt her intelligence either, surely she would have picked up some clues.
He was broken out of his train of thought as Kenshi’s chuckling caused his head to bounce some.
“What’s funny?” Kung Lao quirked an eyebrow at the unusual response.
“She definitely knows.” Kenshi spoke directly.
“About all of us or?” Lao edged on.
“She knows about everything. I vividly remember her mocking Johnny and I for weeks when she caught Raiden coming out of our room one night.”
Raiden’s face flushed immediately. How would that change the way she saw him? Would she still respect him?
“So she doesn’t mind?” Kung Lao spoke again for him.
“Mind it? She’s an active participant.”
Raiden rose so fast that he got a headache. “What?” he voiced in unison with his boyfriend.
“Sure, its a breach in her contract, but Adelaide has definitely slept with Johnny and I on multiple occasions. It’s like a little treat whenever we’re having good or bad days.” Kenshi spoke so casually about everything he made this whole interaction seem normal.
“And?” Raiden finally was able to find his voice.
“And what?” He smirked.
“Dude, you can’t drop a bomb like that and then not expect us to want more info!”
Kenshi rolled his eyes before filling them in.
“For one, the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. I think I could spend hours between her legs, in fact I have. And you would think her body was crafted by the Elder Gods themselves. I think Johnny has pictures and videos stored on a second phone.” Kenshi squeezed the decorative pillow as he began to daydream about the scenarios.
“What else?” Raiden looked over to Kung Lao and rolled his eyes, he playfully reached over to close his jaw.
“I verbally cannot describe to you half of the sinful things our bedroom has seen. I think that’s something you guys have to see for yourself.” Kung Lao and Raiden were hook, line, and sinker. They gave each other a knowing look, wracking their brain for a plan to get Adelaide in bed.
“I can hear you guys thinking from here. Literally just ask her. She’s a nymphomaniac so I highly doubt she would reject the proposition.” Kenshi’s boisterous laugh made the duo blush as he spoke so casually.
“Well at least tell us what her dynamic is like.” Kung Lao had a smirk of his own. In his relationship with Raiden, he hadn’t anticipated that he would be the submissive one, but Raiden knocked him down a few pegs and put his abrasive ego in check. Adelaide was 5’ 2’’ so maybe he would be able to make his comeback.
“She would put you on your ass Lao. She’s a brat for sure and she can take a punishment, but she’s mainly a dominant leaning switch. I never said I was in control when I was between her legs.” Kenshi finally sat up from his position on the couch, he could hear the sound of Adelaide’s car pulling into the driveway. The conversation was over.
The trio pretended as if the indecent discussion never happened as they heard Adelaide and Johnny’s voice get louder as they approached the house. Raiden quickly grabbed the remote and turned up the volume to cover the obvious silence. The door opened and Adelaide entered, irritation heavy in her voice, “Johnny I will rip your dick off if you ever speak without being spoken like that again.”
Kung Lao gulped, his plan of returning to dominance already looking pretty weary. “Oh come on, it wasn’t that bad.” Johnny took his sunglasses off and placed them on top of his head. Adelaide was kicking her black heels off and placed them haphazardly next to the door before removing her blazer and hanging it up in the closet down the hall. She came back and pointed at Johnny, who stood like a toddler being scolded at the door.
“You joked about the co-director being on her 3rd divorce. In what world is that funny?”
“I was trying to relate!” Johnny testified.
Adelaide ran a hand through her sister locs in frustation before taking a deep breath to calm herself down. “I will deal with you later.” A threat which Raiden and Kung Lao know now is probably code for something else.
She turned to the trio and changed her entire demeanor. “I hope you guys enjoyed breakfast.”
“Delicious as always, Adelaide. Thank you. We also cleaned up. Seems like Johnny already has your plate full. Didn’t want to add to it.” Kung Lao looked at Johnny who had made his way to Kenshi for sympathy, the latter rubbing his back as he pouted.
Adelaide crossed the room and placed Kung Lao’s face in her hands. The scent of vanilla encompassed his senses completely. her hands were soft and her acrylic set well-manicured. Kung Lao felt himself burning as she placed a kiss on his forehead, running her nails through his hair which felt great on his scalp, and said, “Bless you, my sweet boy.”
She rose again before stretching, commenting about how she was going to shower and get comfortable. She also declared that she was staying at Johnny’s for the weekend as her place was staring to bore her. Kenshi looked over to Lao who was still dazed by the interaction. Even better, he could see the growing erection in his pants as he watched Adelaide leave the room, paying close attention to her curves as she walked away. Raiden bit his lip at how easily she hypnotized his man.
“Ok. What’s going on?” Johnny lifted his head from Kenshi’s chest. He could smell the remnants of sex on him, but that’s not what had him confused. “Why are you guys so nervous? Kung Lao, you’re gonna need a cold shower at the rate you’re headed.”
“They didn’t know.” Kenshi spoke matter-of-factly.
“They didn’t know? They didn’t know?!” Johnny whisper-yelled when he put two and two together. “Oh, you guys are in for it. You may have saved my ass tonight…literally.”
In another one of Johnny’s guest bedrooms that he set aside just for her, Adelaide was just finishing up her routine. She had slathered on shea oil, vanilla scented lotion, and finished up with vanilla perfume. In addition, she had just discarded her face mask in the trash and finished applying a moisturizer before reaching for her staple product: lip gloss. Just as she finished, there was a knock at her door.
“Come in.”
It was Kung Lao, who looked stressed out of his mind. Adelaide turned from her vanity to take a good look at him. She noticed his tense muscles and staunch posture.
“What’s up with you? Something stressing you?” She placed her lip gloss back on the vanity before opting to sit on the edge of the guest bed, patting a spot next to her. Kung Lao let out a gulp before approaching, trying not to be obvious about his goal. Though, Adelaide was not making it easy with the matching pajama set she chose. She had a tank top on that had cherries on them. The bottoms matched but hiked up around the bottom. Her cleavage, v-line, and undercarriage were essentially on full display. Even in her simple attire, he felt as if she was out of his league in his shorts and sleeveless top.
“Probably not as stressed as you having Johnny as a client. I just wanted to talk.” Kung Lao messed with his hair which was not in its usual ponytail. The ends tickling his shoulder. He was trying to focus on anything else but her to stop an awkward conversation about the tent in his pants. By the Elder Gods, where did his confidence go? “You know, like check up on you and make sure you were good since you already have a lot on your plate and still manage to do stuff for us too.”
“Aww,” she placed a hand on the lower part of his back and leaned in for a hug.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
In returning the hug, he breathed in deep, allowing for the scent of vanilla to fill his senses again, his eyes damn near rolling to the back of his skull.
“I appreciate your thoughtfulness Panda,” the nickname that stuck after they met. ‘Panda” as in Kung Fu Panda. This reminded everyone of just how close Adelaide actually is with Johnny, despite her professional approach with him. “I’m doing well. Johnny may piss me off sometimes, but I understand he comes from a good heart. You can tell him I’m not mad if that’s what he sent you in here for. What about you? How are you and Raiden doing?”
“That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about.”
“Oh, no. I hope everything is ok.” She placed a hand on his arm. In this moment, Kung Lao simultaneously loved that her love language was physical touch.
“Everything’s great. It’s just that…” Kung Lao finally looked back her and his words were caught in his throat. As she was much shorter than him, she had to tilt her head to see. This caused her to peer at him through her eyelashes. He also notices just how close she was as she had leaned in to hear him better.
“Lao? Are you feeling ok? You’re running a bit hot.” She reached up to feel his forehead, but he caught her hand. That’s when he leaned in and kissed her. The first thing Kung Lao noticed was that she didn’t pull away, rather she wrapped her arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. When he pulled away, the second thing he noticed was that she was smirking.
“You’re so easy to read Panda.”
“I don’t know what you mean?”
“I would ask you if Raiden was okay with this, but…” She broke away from him to head to the door. She opened it and grabbed Raiden’s arm and pulled him inside. They were caught like deer in headlights. She brought him to sit at the edge of the bed also.
So now she stood before them, her arms crossed over her chest. “Kenshi?”
They both nodded, understanding the context through a single phrase. They watched in anticipation as she grabbed the chair that she was using for the vanity and placed it so it was facing the side of the bed. She then pointed to Raiden and then the chair. “You. Here.”
Raiden gulped as he realized that she was wasting no time. They were actually doing this. He looked to Kung Lao, a silent ‘good luck’ before making his way over to where Adelaide stood and sitting in the chair. She then walked back to Kung Lao who fiddled with the bed sheets in anticipation. She graciously placed herself between his legs, his hands coming up to roam her legs and backside. While standing, she cupped his face again before placing a swift peck to his lips. She did this a couple more times before deepening the kiss. She ran her fingers through his loose hair again which caused him to moan. She loosely gripped his hair and pulled his head back, allowing a gasp to escape.
“If you found out from Kenshi, that means you know how I play, yeah?”
Kung Lao nodded. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. I’m sure Raiden has taught you better than that?” Adelaide tilted her head.
Ok, fuck regaining dominance. Kung Lao would let this woman use him as her red carpet runway. “Yes, ma’am.” He corrected himself.
“Good boy.” She cooed before pushing him back on the bed and climbing onto his lap. Immediately, Adelaide began peppering kisses on his neck. When she found that spot that made him vocal, she attacked it relentlessly, nipping, licking, and even fully biting. Her hands had made their way under his shirt, tracing and lightly scratching down his abs, much similar to the way he had teased Kenshi earlier. Perhaps Adelaide was his karma to knock him down a couple more pegs.
Kung Lao’s breath became more ragged as he also relished in the feeling of her body atop his. Her core was pressed right up against his erection causing him to hiss whenever she moved. “Take this off,” she commanded, lifting his muscle shirt up and over his head. Once his chest was exposed, she kissed down from his neck and rubbed her hands over his nipples.
“Please ma’am,” Kung Lao accepted his withering state, having been reduced to begging already.
Adelaide chuckled which caused a lump to form in his throat, “But baby, I’ve barely even begun.” With zero hesitation, she took his left nipple into her mouth and reveled in the groans the man underneath her released. She did this until he began to squirm before relenting and showing treatment to the other. She hummed a little as she felt his hands roam her ass before firmly gripping it as if to ground himself. She relinquished him with a pop before kissing further down his abs, tracing them with her tongue. She turned to look at Raiden who had shuffled his own pajama shorts just below his hips and was rubbing himself through his boxers at the scene playing out before him. She’d allow it.
Using her acrylics, she teased by tracing his v-line, barely breaking the seal of his waistband. Her lip gloss rendered was useless as it was smeared across Kung Lao’s lips and waist.
“Please,” Lao whined this time, desperate for her to do something about his affliction.
“That’s not how you ask.” Raiden interrupted quickly. His eyes low in pleasure which presented as a glare.
“Sorry sir. Please touch me ma’am. Anything.”
“Ah, so it is true. Raiden did teach you humility.” Adelaide commented before reaching in Kung Lao’s shorts and pulling out his dick. He hissed at the feeling of the air before moaning as she wasted no time in moving her hand up and down on his already stiff member. Just as Kung Lao was getting ready to beg again, he watched as she placed a kiss to the base before licking and sucking the bottom of his shaft while she stroked the top. He threw his head back in pleasure. However, he felt a grip at the back of his head force him to keep eye contact with her. He didn’t even realize that Raiden had moved from his seated position to the bed. He now sat behind him, his back on Raiden’s thighs with a large hand around his throat.
Raiden then leaned down and began whispering in his ear.
“I thought I drilled manners into your head by now. What do you say?”
“Thank you ma’am.”
Adelaide hummed, a silent ‘you’re welcome”. She then proceeded to take his entire length in her mouth. Even with his impressive length, she pushed herself until her nose pressed against his happy trail. Kung Lao gasped and moaned. He desperately wanted to throw his head back and hide from her sultry gaze, but the pressure around his neck reminded him of the consequences of doing so.
Raiden and Adelaide looked at one another and nodded. Kung Lao in his already fucked out state was unaware of just how much noise he was making. So Raiden sat back a bit letting Lao’s head lay flat against the mattress before doing away with his own clothing. When he returned in Lao’s vision, Lao looked up only to be met with Raiden’s dick. Lao wasted no time opening his mouth and allowed Raiden to slide in until he hit the back of his throat. Raiden let out a hiss as he began to move his hips, effectively fucking his throat.
With his moans subdued, most of the noise came from the squeaking of the bed, though every now and then a soft moan from either Raiden or Lao would escape. However, Raiden noted how the frequency of Kung Lao’s moans increased. He spoke in between breaths and strokes, “He’s gonna cum.”
Adelaide pulled back, the loss of suction releasing a ‘pop’. She pulled his shorts and boxers the rest of the way off, leaving him completely bare. There was little time for Lao to make complaining noises as Raiden did not stop his thrusting. She then rose from her spot on the floor before lifting her tank top over her head. She then pushed her pajama shorts down until they pooled at the floor. Now, it was Raiden’s turn to drool at the fullness of her breasts and hips. She had to have been crafted by the Elder Gods with the way her form invited them to look upon her as if she were a work of art. Raiden gave a couple more thrusts before pulling out of Lao’s throat who gulped for air.
Lao didn’t dare move afraid that the wrong one would prohibit his orgasm for even longer. He then watched as Raiden and Adelaide switched spots. Raiden now stood in between his legs and Adelaide saddled his face looking toward Raiden. There was no talking, only anticipatory silence as Raiden lifted Lao’s legs over his shoulders, and before he could protest, Adelaide shut him up by sitting on his face. And boy was Kenshi right, she tasted divine. He began licking and suckling at her slit which made her gasp and that was all that he needed before attacking her clit and tongue fucking her hole. He drank her wetness down as if it were nectar that granted immortality. Meanwhile, Raiden used the spit that Adelaide left behind as lube before slowly pushing into Lao’s hole. Adelaide was rewarded with vibrations that had her grabbing at Raiden’s shoulders. Raiden set the rhythm, his thrusts medium paced, but brutal in their strength.
Lao could only whimper and gasp into Adelaide’s sopping cunt which in turn had her whimpering and gasping into Raiden’s mouth as they shared a kiss of their own.
“Is he making you feel good, darling?” Raiden whispered.
“Yes, sir,” she grabbed at his neck, pulling him in for another kiss. She shoved her face in his neck, leaving bites and hickeys in her wake. Raiden made sure to keep the interaction in mind to tease her about later.
“Fuck, he’s so good. Good boy, Lao.” She broke away, her moans increasing in volume which let both Lao and Raiden know that her orgasm was approaching. Lao wrapped his arms around her thighs and increased the force and speed in which he circled his tongue on her clit which elicit a squeak from her as she tried to pull away to stave off her rapidly approaching orgasm. Fuck a breath, he’d die here happy.
“No running, baby. Cum for us, yeah?” Raiden had served her the same treatment, threading his fingers through her locs and forcing her to look at him. Lao moans increased as well, letting Raiden know he was close again also. So while Raiden stopped, Kung Lao continue his attack.
“There you go…” Raiden encouraged as he watched her eyes roll back and her breath hiccup and gasp as her orgasm hit her. She shuddered and shook violently as Lao drunk her juices down. He did so until Raiden tapped his thigh to avoid sending her into overstimulation. When she lifted herself off his face, the evidence was pretty damning. From his nose down, there was a glistening wetness and he was licking his lips to commit the taste to memory.
“Don’t you think Kung Lao deserves his treat now?” Raiden looked down at the mess of a man below him, the hickeys and bite marks were beginning to show.
Still in a daze from her orgasm, she simply nodded before lifting herself above Lao’s dick, with her back against Raiden’s chest. She guided his dick until it caught on her slippery walls. There was no resistance as she sat herself fully on his dick. If it weren’t for the fact that he wanted to continue being a good boy for the both of them, he probably would’ve bussed right there. Adelaide gasped at how Lao’s dick sat perfectly against a spot that had her seeing stars. Lao let out a pornographic moan at how Adelaide’s pussy was squeezing him.
Kung Lao’s hands came to rest on her hips while Raiden released his partner’s legs in favor of running his hands up and down her body. He cupped her breasts and pinched at her nipples. He then brought his hand up to the back of her neck to push her down into Kung Lao’s chest, immediately picking up his thrusting again. In response, every thrust caused Kung Lao to haphazardly thrust up into Adelaide. Lao merely wrapped his arms around Adelaide’s body as she reduced to a babbling mess similar to him.
‘WHACK!”
Adelaide wailed in pleasure as Raiden delivered a hard smack to her ass. He grabbed her hair again to lift her back to his chest. One hand wrapped around her neck while the other reached down to circle her clit. He made her bounce on Lao’s dick as the latter did his best to meet her halfway. Lao felt his orgasm fast approaching and after being denied the first two times, he begged for release.
“Please. I’ve been good. Please let me cum.”
Adelaide was a broken record at this point. “Yes. yes. yes” and “good boy” were all she could manage. Raiden also felt his orgasm approaching as his hips began to stutter some.
“Shit. Gonna cum.” Was Raiden’s only warning as he bit Adelaide’s neck to stifle his moans. It was like a chain reaction, Adelaide started as she clamped and squeezed around Kung Lao as her second orgasm hit. This caused Kung Lao to cum as Adelaide essentially milked him dry. For the same reasons, Raiden stumbled into his own orgasm. They each held on to one another as they attempted to collect their breath.
Raiden pulled away from the group first and picked up the towel Adelaide had used for her shower. He began to wipe down Kung Lao before helping Adelaide off of him and cleaning her up too. Kung Lao and Adelaide made no move to get up and in fact, when Raiden returned from throwing the towel in the hamper, he found both of them already fast asleep. He just chuckled and opened a window, allowing the smell of sex to dissipate into the cool night air before climbing in the large bed himself, snuggling up behind Adelaide who laid on Kung Lao’s chest and drifting off to sleep.
The next morning, the breakfast table was silent. There was nothing to say or rather, Kung Lao physically couldn’t speak due to a sore throat.
#mk1#mk1 2023#kenshi takahashi#kung lao#raiden#johnny cage#original character#kung lao is a bottom#johnshi#railao#smut
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LoA and Specific Person(s)
So there's some controversy in the LoA community right now around manifesting Specific Persons, and I gotta be honest: I've been confused by what a mess that whole state of affairs is for a minute now.
It's been known for ages in the community that Everyone Is You Pushed Out, meaning that people's behaviors and how they treat you are a reflection of what you consistently think about yourself and them... just like literally everything else in your reality. You aren't controlling other people, mind you, but you're controlling your own perspective (or you're supposed to be) and that shifts the reality you're in, changing which versions of others you get depending on the narrative you've selected. So basically: if you want to manifest a love text from your SP, just focus on believing you already have it and ignore whatever doesn't line up with that truth to shift yourself to an alternate version of your reality where your SP texts you.
Huh, that's kinda like how, if you wanted to manifest a new car, you'd just assume it's already yours, ignore any contradictions, and let yourself shift so it comes to you naturally. Wild, it's almost as if manifesting an SP is actually no different from manifesting anything else.
Now while it's perfectly understandable to be confused about things like free will and how other people show up to you when you're new to the Law, that's frequently just a part of the learning process, I'm genuinely befuddled by the amount of LoA coaches who perpetuate limiting, negative, unhelpful garbage like, "If your SP rejects you or treats you poorly and you still want to manifest them, then you need to have more self-respect and you need to work on your self concept and you should just try manifesting someone else and you're being needy and codependent for wanting someone who doesn't want you and you need to improve your self worth and blah blah blah..."
This is a beyond messed up approach, for so many reasons that I could go on and on about, but I'll try to stick to only what's crucial here.
So if I'm understanding this correctly: some of these manifestation coaches actually make clients pay them to then go and tell them they're wrong for wanting the manifestations they're being paid to help with? These coaches are actually discouraging people, customers giving them their time, trust, and money, from manifesting someone treating them with more love and respect because of some 3D-based approach regarding a necessity for more self-respect or something?
Yeah, because I guess you need to respect yourself so much you don't let yourself manifest what or who it is you truly want. You need to respect yourself so much you don't allow yourself to believe you are able and worthy of receiving better treatment from another person. Make it make sense, y'all.
To every coach who's out there doing this: why are you giving any credit to the SP's behavior at all in the first place? Worse still, why are you also teaching your clients to do likewise? Isn't completely ignoring the 3D, in favor of focusing on the desired outcome instead, literally just how manifestation works? That's how it is when you manifest every other thing in your reality, so why are you out here acting like SPs are any different, when we've already established that EIYPO, making SPs just as manifestable as a pair of socks? You are overcomplicating an incredibly simple process, and worse: you're teaching people who may be too new to know any better to do the same.
Now don't get me wrong: if someone's 3D actions are so gross they turn you off from even wanting them, like, I've been there and I'm completely with you. If that's the case, then do not bother wasting your precious, sacred energy manifesting anything or anyone that you don't actually want. But if you're out here still wanting to manifest an SP even after they exhibited undesired behavior towards you, you are not sick or wrong or inherently disrespecting yourself, and getting desired behavior from your SP is very much possible.
If you do feel an ongoing desire for this person, even with their past actions, there's at least two very valid reasons for it: because 1) of course you want to love and be loved, it's only natural and I'm so sorry if someone ever tried to make you feel like you're weird or somehow defective for that, and 2) on some level you know you have it in your power to manifest having the desired version of them, because they, just like all your other desires, are already within you.
Please, everyone everywhere, stop giving excess significance to your manifestations. Acting like manifesting people is any different from manifesting anything else in your reality is giving away your power to them. I know it's very easy for us, especially when we're in love with the person in question, to want to put our SP up on a pedestal, but you have to remember to keep yourself there first. It doesn't matter if it's a celebrity you want to date, or an ex partner/friend you want to patch things up with, or a long-lost family member you hope to meet again, etc. All people, places, things, and circumstances are equally manifestable. Your SP has no power over you that you do not give to them yourself, because THEY are in YOUR reality.
#law of attraction#law of assumption#law of manifestation#loa#manifesting#manifestation#conscious manifestation#help#advice#seedyvampire#specific person#specific persons#SP#SPs
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Honestly, I don’t think these ship wars are worth commenting on anymore. Half the fandom is somehow with all their chest citing evidence that has never been printed in the books (i.e. saw some random account claim that “Gwyn is from the autumn court as we all know” like what?? How ?? Who is we??), and the other half is clinging to their comfort character and willing to offer lulu baby foxy man his choice of women as long as it makes him happy 🥰🥰. And Yesterday someone commented on an elriel TikTok saying azriel said he deserves the third sister and when I told them that was incorrect, Rhys is the one who assumes this - they said “oh sorry, I didn’t read ACOSF, just the bonus chapter” like HUH??? You’re telling me you didn’t even read the book before polluting the fandom with more misinformation? And for all they talk about reading comprehension- they didn’t even read the one bonus chapter correctly either then??
What is the fuel to this madness?? I don’t understand. I’m over it. I will just wait patiently till 2025 and be ready with the “I told you so”.
I think people will still talk about it, because the takes will get crazier and crazier.
Like yesterday i read that when SJM was talking about mate bonds, she actually meant.......Nesta and Cassian??? Because Nesta is so unfulfilled with him, that she was going to renege on the bond and eventually break it, so she could leave Night Court.
Also, it was apparently about Helion and LoA. Though they aren't mates and no one's ever said that they were.
I think we'll keep talking about it because completely crazed theories are presented as fact. And what's actually factual, and not complicated to deduce, is made to sound totally improbable.
There's been about 50 mentions of 3 in the series. 3 Mountains, 3 brothers, 3 sisters, 3 stars, 3 trials, 3 circles, 3 death gods, and on and on. But somehow '3 brothers and 3 sisters is too cliche! and will never happen!" Or maybe, that's why all the 3s are in there--to lead us to the ultimate 3 x 3. But no. That's impossible!
So people will continue weaseling and trying to make something out of nothing. They'll re-read ACOSF for the 257th time and think that it will yield some new material. It won't.
SJM is a complex plotter but she is not complex with relationships. Her relationships aren't very mature and are linear. Sorry to say, but the fact that she's been with the same man all her life, and he was her first and only BF does show in her writing. Her couples are nice, palatable, plain. She doesn't even do triangles well--because there is always a clear winner, and one relationship always ends before the other begins.
So people need to just stop thinking that she is going all radical. That she is going to do 2 brothers x 2 sister, 1 brother x sister-in-law's bestie, 1 sister x a random guy she doesn't like, but who used to be best friends with her sister's ex, though the aforementioned 1 brother x 1 sister had the hots for each other for four books.
Of course it's madness, but if you read the Bonus chapter enough times and watch enough TikToks, suddenly it begins to make sense.
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Voices Past
In general, Skrimm can't really do anything now that he's dead. Shepherd never really felt his presence, and that pattern continued with Felix, even though Skrimm genuinely identified with the sheer paranoia the human tended to have.
And then Marius.
Skrimm didn't really like Marius. That was fine, because he's was sure Marius wouldn't like him either, and once Marius died that was confirmed. They had very little in common, and even what they did have in common, they usually disagreed about.
But during Marius's life, something interesting happened.
Every once and a while, for a split second, Skrimm felt... closer, to him. Sometimes, thought Marius worked very hard to not let it influence him, he could get annoyed. Very deeply annoyed, even angry. And for a moment, Skrimm would feel like they weren't so different after all, and could swear he heard himself in Marius's voice.
But those moments were always fleeting, barely there, and Shepherd and Felix didn't seem to agree with him most of the time. And once Marius died, it never happened again. Skrimm almost thought he'd imagined it in some desperate attempt to feel any sort of kinship with the dhampir.
And then Torbek.
Torbek was a little different. One night, shortly after Carnival LeCroux "disbanded", Torbek drank a strange hot coco and woke up in a snowy land surrounded by strangers.
"This feels way too familiar for comfort," Skrimm had declared.
Torbek seemed to like it, though. And seemed to like the strange beings he was with, only one of which any of the past lives recognized. Marius had cried out and tried to push memories of Briggsy into Torbek's mind, but it didn't exactly work out- Torbek and Briggsy ended up flirting, maybe due to Torbek feeling familiarity about Briggsy, maybe not. Either way, Marius gave up on trying to contact his friend.
But before all of that, they found a sack.
"Oh, that's gotta be important," Skrimm had said.
"It's just a red sack," Shepherd had replied, arms crossed and expression skeptical.
"And? Why's a red sack just lyin' around out here, huh?! Someone dropped it, that's why, and it could have anything from gold to food in it! He's gotta get that thing right now!"
At the same time Skrimm makes his exclamation, Torbek springs for the sack! He scoops it up uncontested, and Skrimm gives a triumphant (and somewhat smug) cackle at his fellow spirits-
And they all four hear the same cackle come out of Torbek.
It silences them all right away, Skrimm slowly turning away from the others to look at Torbek.
It had only lasted a moment. Skrimm had always felt closer with Torbek than any of the previous lives he'd followed, but in that moment, he'd felt like they were the same.
It doesn't happen again for that whole strange gorilla-and-piss-riddled adventure, but it had happened, and this time, everyone had heard it.
He's not sure what that may mean for the future, or what it means for this whole situation in general. But he'd felt actual connection, not just... whatever you could qualify his complex feelings of watching someone from birth to death with no other choice and no ability to actually bond with them outside of forgotten dreams.
But it leaves all of them trying to recount if they'd heard their own voices or felt that connection any other times, and if they'd heard the voices of their friends at all in anyone that had become Family to the life following them.
Maybe, just maybe, someday, they'll be able to actually communicate.
Skrimm kind of doubts it. To Marius's face, he severely doubts it, just to piss Marius off a little extra with his 'negativity'.
But secretly, deep down, he's hopeful.
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Inspired by a post by @journal-number-3 about how Andy slips into the Skrimm voice sometimes when annoyed as Pyke in Stardust Rhapsody and it reminded me of how often I go "Heh, Skrimm moment," while watching LOA.
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Only Friends เพื่อนต้องห้าม Ep 4
Nearly two weeks late and I'm finally, finally getting around to catching up with my favourite mess.
Live watch notes!
Oh wow, we're starting out right away on the heavy stuff, huh
oh god Khaotung's acting, He's so good.
there's that word again, "burden"
thank fuck Mew cottoned on to this being a goodbye
I somehow fully expected Ray to just drop the phone into the tub
he's sitting in the EMPTY tub??? was this just for mess prevention? oh Ray, oh baby.
No, love, no, your mum did not die because of you.
HELL YEAH CHEUAM'S A LESBIAN (sorry, I'm just so excited to hear a girl actually SAY it) (but also Ray being a hit with the wlw tracks)
ooh wait wait, these shirts-- is this the make-out night?
also Ray I get you probably don't mean it like that, but you're sorta … guilt-tripping Mew here.
love the way this kinda tells us audience members a) the backstory of Ray taking that call b) that Mew's rejected Ray before c) that Ray was so desperately seeking connection that he came off weirdly manipulative about it
GOD Khaotungggg
this is shot very prettily but also what the fuck, Boston, is EVERYTHING blackmail material to you
adfsadfa LOVE Mew calling Ray out on the shirt
sleepover!!
"not your type" huh. HUH.
Ray really is hung up on him, huh.
Proud of Mew for setting that boundary.
Sand is not buying it.
Oh Sand, oh Sand.
Ooop put your foot in it
Nick, what are you lying to Sand about that?
oof "he's not normal, his reputation is bad"
oh man the employees all wai'ing the boss's son … urgh god I hate rich people, sorry Top I'm sure you're not actually that bad but URGH (also yes I'm aware of the double standard I've got going here, the way just-as-rich-kid Ray is my little meow meow)
wait, is this the photo booth where Top and Boston made out?
is this just a common architecture feature in spensive hotels, or is this the same hotel they shot Chaan's apartment in LoA with?
ooooh that plane is Boston's, isn't it
Ray and Sand may be doomed by the narrative but I love every second I get out of them anyway.
I love Sand so muchhhh
First is really good at that searching eye contact thing
ถ้ามึงอยากเป็นเพื่อนกับกูอยู่นะ คิดถึงความรู้สึกกูบ้าง BOUNDARIES we love to see them
the way they put the asshole angle on Boston here, I love it
oooh you made Boston mad just now
hookups so you can sleep, hookups to let off steam
oh man, Nick, oh man, this is not okay behaviour and you KNOW it
"I can't" -> the way it's put in Thai is กูไม่สดวก which is basically 都合が悪い but feels like 困る. Gotta ask teacher about that one.
is this why physical pictures are all you deal with, or are you just … talking out your ass because you know Nick is dtf either way for a bit yet
Mark Pakin, the actor you are
this is not news but I'd like to reiterate that I love how we have Rich Boys and Poor Boys are a theme here
asdfadfasdf "stay away from Boston" Nick, Top's been TRYING
but oh man Top is an arrogant ass. like. scary slick.
Ohhhh wow Nick, wow, wow wow. at least you're self-aware? ish?
Oh fuck of course he ran over Sand
Go go go Sand
oooof there's history here, I see. I still think it's about someone Sand liked before.
I really hope Sand's bike is fine
Nickkkkk how about you don't lie to Sand? but urgh you're also getting him in trouble which. ooof I can see this making things really complicated for him and Ray going forward.
Sand is like "oh bruv NO"
CALLED IT
Mew is so unimpressed. I'm impressed with Ray for owning up to it though, and for apologising – it's so easy to fall into the "I'm an awful person and they'll hate me anyway" spiral.
okay so at least Sand and Ray can bond over hating Top
Mew, please get mad about Top being a controlling ass like that
You've got nothing to hide, right, Top? Right?
sooo was that Not Mew in the car with Ray, then? Photoshop?
oh we're going here, huh
oh wait, was that him again just now?
that's a really good line to draw, Mew, and also you've got an excellent point about addiction here
oh man oh man oh man I'm really liking Mew more and more this ep and Top is doing nothing to endear himself to me.
oh man, someone's gonna drink that water and it's going to be a Situation™
Top, you asshole, if you could not question every single one boundary Mew sets, that'd be ace
so the thing is. Top. Why would you think Mew would believe that? you talk big.
!! this is a song from the playlist!!
fuck, Sand is so gone on him alreadyyyy, I really thought he had more distance than that, but nope nope nope
I continue to be so impressed with this show. The preview is nerve wracking, but I'm going to be strong and only watch that when I've got another 5k or so of work words done. One more ep, and then I'll have a day to wade into the tag! EXCITED.
#only friends#only friends the series#เพื่อนต้องห้าม#พตห#only friends ep 4#bl watch liveblog#bl watch live blog#my nonsense
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𝑂𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑣𝑠 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑙𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑤：
There’s a huge difference between consuming knowledge about the law and actually applying it. You can over-consume all the information about the law of assumption you want but it’s not gonna make the slightest difference in your manifestation journey if you are not actually applying it. Stop asking loa coaches and creators how to manifest this and that if you are not putting the knowledge to good use.
Overconsumption of loa with no mental work is just going to leave you standing at same place you started and you’ll be like ‘huh i should have my desires by now!!??’ Ugh no girl you can’t consciously manifest through the law if all you do is read about it and sit on your desires?? It just doesn’t work like that. You must apply your knowledge in order to get different results. Apply your knowledge and prove to yourself how powerful you are.
#law of assumption#instant manifestation#manifestation#self concept#neville goddard#affirmations#living in the end#persist#specific person#law of assumption motivation
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YO! I'm Yuki. I have known about LOA for 3 fucken years.
And i wanna change my life. NOW.
HOW THE FUCK DO I DO THAT...if I have "failed" many times because of getting frustrated af...and I'm over it!!!
I want what I want NOW! Thing is...I KNOW THAT I'M IN CONTROL.
ALSO, I want to get into the void. I have tried for 3 nights now and get so fucken close everytime until my body goes numb and everything is pitch black and I'm almost fucking levitating but then - I realize I can still fucking hear my dog snoring and and my throat is scratchy. But I kept affirming I AM IN THE VOID but nothing happened and I drifted out of it.
Now please...I already know what you're going to say (kinda) but I need some tough love and I need someone swearing at me telling me it IS possible for me to go into the void and get whatever I wrote down in my diary. I don't know bitch go crazy on me.
And is it possible to change my thoughts enough in 3 days to be able to get into the void, say Sunday evening?
Bitch I wanna go shopping on Monday in the body I want with the face I want and a million bucks in my bank account.
Ayooo.
"Bitch I wanna go shopping on Monday in the body I want with the face I want and a million bucks in my bank account.-" *smirks* alright we got a powerful-ass bitch here.
"And i wanna change my life. NOW.-" Uh-huh so what's the issue?
"HOW THE FUCK DO I DO THAT-" WHAT THE FUCK I- okay hang on.
".if I have "failed" many times because of getting frustrated af...and I'm over it!!! I want what I want NOW-" Bestie what the hell?
WHAT THE HELL?
You REALLY need to change your thoughts. LIKE SERIOUSLY WHAT.
Okay chill bestie chill. Relax.
First of all, focus on yourself. Let out your emotions. Cry, scream, break whatever the hell you wanna do [DO THAT] and then get your shit together alright? YOUR EMOTIONS DON'T MANIFEST SO LET OUT WHATEVER EMOTIONS YOU HAVE AND GET BACK ON TRACK.
Start focusing on your self-concept. Its not compulsory that you need to focus on your self-concept in order to manifest something but its advisable to do so cos it'll help you a lot while manifesting. Start focusing on your self-concept for sometime and then start manifesting.
Here are some self-concept affs.
But its alright if you don't wanna do that you just need to keep on persisting in order to manifest.
Bestie, remember that your 3D is just a reflection of your 4D. So whatever you see happening in the 3D is just because of your 4D = your thoughts. YES, YOU NEED TO KEEP ON THINKING THE SAME THOUGHTS. BESTIE, YOU NEED TO KEEP ON PERSISTING NO MATTER WHAT.
DO NOT ACKNOWLEDGE THE 3D AT ALL. WHO GIVES A FUCK ABOUT THE 3D? YOU SHOULD ONLY FOCUS ON YOUR DESIRES AND NOT ON THE 3D COS THE 3D IS YOUR SERVANT.
Keep on repeating those affirmations and DON'T CHANGE YOUR THOUGHTS BECAUSE OF THE 3D. NOPE, NO NEGATIVE THINKING ALLOWED HERE.
Simply assume you already have your desires AND FUCKING PERSIST IN THAT ASSUMPTION. VISUALIZE YOURSELF WALKING LIKE A MODEL CARRYING A GUCCI HANDBAG. DO SATS AND KEEP ON VISUALIZING THE SCENE. DO WHATEVER YOU WANT JUST KEEP ON PERSISTING IN THE ASSUMPTION THAT YOU ALREADY HAVE YOUR DESIRES. DO NOT GO BACK TO THE OLD STORY.
"ALSO, I want to get into the void.-" WHAT THE HELL I- alright.
BITCH YOU ARE THE VOID. THE VOID IS YOU. WHAT MORE DO I NEED TO TELL YOU? YOU'RE LIKE THE FUCKING GOD OF THIS WORLD. G-O-D, GOD. YOU LITERALLY CONTROL THIS FUCKING WORLD. WHAT IS IT THAT'S STOPPING YOU FROM ENTERING THE VOID? LITERALLY NOTHING BECAUSE YOU'RE GOD OMG ARE YOU ABLE TO UNDERSTAND WHAT I'M SAYING?! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO FREAKING CONTROLS THIS DAMN WORLD AND YOU'RE TELLING ME YOU'RE "TRYING" TO ENTER THE VOID?! FOR FUCK'S SAKE THE VOID IS JUST A STATE. A STATE. AND YOU LITERALLY HAVE TO MEDITATE IN ORDER TO ENTER SOMETHING THAT'LL GIVE YOU WHATEVER YOU WANT. YOU DON'T EVEN NEED THE VOID TO MANIFEST WHAT YOU WANT BECAUSE YOU'RE GOD 😭😭😭😭😭
WHAT MORE DO YOU NEED TO ENTER THE VOID?! JUST CALM YOUR MIND AND FOCUS ON YOUR AFF'S AND ENTER THE VOID, ITS LITERALLY THAT EASY TO ENTER THE VOID😭😭😭😭CLAIM YOUR POWER AND ENTER THE VOID NOW.
"And is it possible to change my thoughts enough in 3 days to be able to get into the void, say Sunday evening?-" Yup, anything is possible cos you're limitless babe.
COME ON REMEMBER THAT CREATION IS FINISHED AND THERE'S NOTHING THAT CAN STOP YOU FROM GETTING WHAT YOU WANT.
DO NOT GIVE UP, YOU'VE FUCKING GOT THIS.
LET'S GOOO!
Love, Moon.
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calm luh drabble
i think
You were walking in the forest,headphones blasting Lana Del Rey on a little phone you found while exploring the lab.
Your birthday was in a couple of days; birthdays never really excited you because you never got anything, never spent it with anyone, never was happy on a birthday.
That was until you met Loak, you and him were similar in a lot of ways, both pressured, both left out, both struggling but yall had each other. You first met him while walking around the forest, he had accidentally bumped into you while running
“Oh shit! Fuck im so sorry but you need to run!” he picked you up and threw you over his shoulders “What the fuck!?” he didnt say anything just kept running. You pounded your hands on his back yelling for him to put you down. You finally look up and see that a very scary animal is chasing you, you didnt know much about the animals of Pandora but you knew that they were horrifying. Loak sprinted fast and turned left, losing the animal. Even though the animal was gone Loak continued to run making sure that the animal was gone for sure. After that he sat you down while panting, you looked at him and from this angle he looked... hot?
Ever since then you and Loak have been close as ever. Talking about everything.
"Ride" was playing, you and Loaks faveorite song. While playing with a flower someone had bumped into you. "Excuse me?" you started to say until you relaized it was Loak. 'Oh hey loak!" you smile sweetly at him and he just scoffs and rolls his eyes, "What the hell?" you grab his arm and turn him to you "Whats wrong with you?" you put in a little sass into it. "Are you kidding?" Loak says and squints with a lil bit of anger and confusion. "I heard about you and Neteyam. are you serious Y/N?!" he yells
"What?" you think for a little "Ohhhh youre talking about me and Neteyam hanging out?" he crosses his arms "Yes. You can't be actually be dating him." you scoff "One, im not even dating him and two why does it matter? You don't own me." thats where you were wrong. See, in Loaks mind you were his.
He growled lowly. "What did you just say?" he took two steps closer and you gulped softly "You dont own me?" you said the fear evident in your voice. He grabbed your waist and threw you over his shoulder. "Loak!" He says nothing, he just slaps the fat of your ass.
After carrying you to a secluded part of the forest loak tosses you on the mossy ground, you yelp while trying to catch yourself. You were a lot smalller than him so it hurt quite a bit.
"I don't own you huh" he scoffs as he grabs your waist and flips you on your back, he stands over you and crouches down. "Loak please" you plead looking up at him with your big eyes. He places his hand on your neck and snarls "Say that youre mine, now." you wince from the pressure on your neck, it wasnt so hard that he was choking you but it was almost a threat. "loa-" he cuts you off by squeezing your neck tighter. "say it." a tear rolls down your face, you were scared yes, but you couldnt help but feel a little turned on. you had always imagined you and Loak but now that it was finally nhappeinig you couldnt believe it. "im yours." with those words he crashes his lips into yours making a groaning sound
After years of wanting each other, needing each other, the kiss was hungry and aggressive, both of you needed more. His hands grope all over you. Your hands,arms,stomach, hips,ass,thighs,everything. You moan into the kiss as your hands hurriedly rush to Loaks tweng. Untying it fastly.
He groans as you grip his already hard cock "fuck" he hisses as he flips you over on your stomach, he places his hands on your lower stomach and lifts your hips up in the air so your arched. He kneads the phat of your ass as he slides in. "fuckkkkk" he leans down and places his forehead on your shoulder as he schrunches his face in pain. You gasp at his sheer size stretching you out, "hurts" you whimper while slightly crying "I know baby, youre so tight, its almost all the way in." after a couple of breaks he finally slides all the way in.
He was AT LEAST as big as your forearm. You both sit there for a moment catching yalls breath. After a moment of waiting he slides half way the slams back in causing you to scream out in both pain and pleasure. "fuck, so sorry,so sorry" he tries to hold himself back from absoulutey destroying you. You arent able to form any words just screams everytime he goes back in. After a couple of moments the pain turns to pleasure causing you to moan "Oh fuck loak!"
Your mouth hangs open as your eyes roll to the back of your head. He bites your shoulder as he comes inside of you, filling you up with all his cum, marking you.
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