my names riley and im part of the Multiverse Collective @your-friendly-multiverse. i use she/they/he pronouns and am genderfluid. I'm an age slider (16-20) but I usually hang around at 16.
i'm a reality shifter and master manifester. currently i only have one desired reality and that is breaking bad (i love jesse pinkman. he is my transmasc bisexual malewife)
i don't really feel like making a dni as long as you aren't an asshole. I am pro-endo tho and anti-radqueer so don't break your own dni
we usually complain about how we don’t have good internal communication most of the time but today, we didn’t. today, i pulled out a purple pen to take some notes, and riley proceeded to say the word “purple” in slight variations and different ways for the next half hour. just sitting in class and “purple purple pourple pourple peerple pooorple parple”
that one trend going around rn where it’s about how people who’s favorite color is purple fucking love purple and i hate to say that this is 1000% true. riley’s favorite color is purple. her hair is purple. her blog is purple. her sp is purple themed. her pinterest board is called purple stuff. half her desired wardrobe is purple. she is purple.
Hello!! I hope you’re doing well and I love your account btw💗I was wondering if you could do like it couple/ power couple things to script. Like beyonce and jayz vibes! Thank you!!
‧˚꒰ power couple things to script ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ
𝜗ৎ 01. Both of you have mastered the five love languages—you love each other so deeply that communicating it in just one way would not be enough.
𝜗ৎ 02. You are so different yet so alike: you are the perfect balance. It's not that you lack what the other has, but rather that you work as one; something that cannot be separated.
𝜗ৎ 03. You are very independent people, but you work even better together—almost like all your positive traits are enhanced in each other's presence.
𝜗ৎ 04. Your psyches are so connected that you even coordinate physically: consciously or unconsciously, you both mirror the person you love.
𝜗ৎ 05. You can make decisions quickly together because you trust each other’s instincts; there’s no endless back-and-forth or second-guessing.
𝜗ৎ 06. Being romantic or attentive will never be something forced for either of you; you are so deeply in love, how could you not want to show each other how much you care?
𝜗ৎ 07. You are never triangulated by others. People instinctively understand that gossip, manipulation, or “taking sides” between you will not work and usually backfires.
𝜗ৎ 08. You are so destined to be together that if you had gone your separate ways due to personal circumstances, fate itself would have intervened to bring you back together.
Hi cutie! TYSM for the request!! hope you like these and find them useful :3
A TECHNIQUE FROM SHIFTOK THAT WILL GET YOU INTO THE VOID RIGHT AWAY ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡
So there's been a new technique that was developed from @rima shifting on tiktok and it's been getting really popular. If you wondering, " can we use shifting techniques to enter the void state? ", yes you can! Don't worry, you won't shift realities lol, but you can use them to affirm for the void state <3 . The original creator ( rima) has said after using this technique, she's shifted to multiple parallel realities on the first day using this.
It's involves the Wim hof breathing technique and pink noise. It's very easy to do and you will get into the void state on your first try using this ♡. Wait, ik some of y'all think that wim hof breathing is very fast pace, but there's an alternative which is the beginners one and people still shifted using that. Wim hof breathing is the best when you're trying to relax and release all stress/ doubts because it makes your thought process slow down by releasing dmt NATURALLY. This technique works by putting your body and mind into a deep trance state, whereby after you can start affirming for the void state. And don't worry, if you fall asleep because this method also helps you to lucid dream. If you do so happen to fall asleep while attempting this method, you're might find yourself in a lucid dream, you can affirm for a portal or dream character to take you straight into the void state.
♡ Technique in full detail :
1. You attempt this technique before bed, morning or during the day. Whatever time suits you the best <3.
2. Go to YouTube and search " wim hof breathing " or " wim hof breathing for beginner's ".
3. Play the meditation and follow all the steps, it's guided for you ♡. It's completely ok to take breaks any part of the video.
4. After the meditation finishes play the pink nosie. You can make a YouTube playlist and add these 2 videos. So the pink noise will automatically play after the meditation finishes. Also loves, you don't have 2 add the pink nosie, you can add your fav subliminal or theta waves, etc.
5. Start affirming for the void state, you will reach the void really fast because you already in a trance like state.
Click on the images to see the results of this technique. You can see the full comment section on the video, just search " Wim hof pink breathing method "on tiktok.
hiii i literally love how our taste is the same lmaoooo !!
could i get reader comforting a whiny sub!jesse pinkman after he gets into another fight with walter in the lab and needs to be told how much he's worth to us <333
thank you!! 🫶🫶
beneath the weight
all jesse wanted to do was support you. the both of you. if that meant that he had to make blue meth in a laboratory with his former chemistry teacher who was dying of cancer… then that’s what he was going to do.
the job was tough, not only illegal and tedious, but he had to deal with said former chemistry teacher. he nitpicked everything that jesse did.
when he came home in the wee hours of the night, not only would he be tired, he’d feel like he was unimportant and a burden to everyone in the world.
tonight was different, it was worse than before. you couldn’t even imagine what walter could’ve said to jesse to make him this upset.
he slammed the front door, and you heard him kicking off his shoes and throwing the keys in the bowl.
you had prepared for him to come in like this, today was already an off day for him. the night wasn’t going to be any different.
you sat up in bed, waiting for jesse to come into your shared bedroom. his eyes were red and so was his nose. he had been crying.
“jesse…” you got up out of the bed and walked over to him, lifting his head up by his chin. his body immediately tensed as you touched him. your eyes took in his entire expression. “what happened, baby… talk to me.”
“i don’t know why i keep letting that fucker get to me. every damn time!” jesse raised his voice, he raised his hands, intertwining his fingers and placing them on the back of his ear.
you let him calm down for a second before you pulled at his wrists allowing you more access to wrap your arms around his neck.
“listen to me,” you spoke into his neck. “white doesn’t know shit, okay? he doesn’t see you, the way i do.”
“fuck, you don’t get it.” he pulled away from you, and you noticed the tears welling up in his eyes. “he says shit like ‘i don’t need you’ or ‘you’d be nothing without me.’ he calls me pathetic every god damn day.”
that made you feel a way, walter white of all people, giving jesse shit. “that old fuck doesn’t know anything. you are not pathetic. not to me, not to anyone who truly knows you.”
he wiped his eyes, trying to rid himself of the tears he shed. “come here.” you tilted your head over to the bed before laying down and resting your head on the headboard.
“come on…” you spoke again, this time with a softer tone. he huffed out a sigh before walking to your side of the bed, laying on your chest with his legs between yours.
“you know everybody makes mistakes, even white. you know what i love about you…?”
“what?” his doe eyes looked up, inspecting every bit of you.
“that you never let that shit get in your way. you still get up every morning and go to the lab. do i like the line of work you’ve decided to go for… not necessarily. nonetheless, you take care of both of us. i’m so thankful to have you in my life. regardless of what walter has to say to you.”
you brought your hand up to his face, rubbing his cheek with your thumb. his eyes softly closed immediately after you did that.
“i’m not gonna go anywhere. you know that you’ll always have me. it doesn’t matter what that… thing says… okay?” jesse scoffed at hearing your name for walter.
“okay…”
“now let me get some of that stress away, alright?”
🎬synopsis: insomniac reader hasn’t slept & is on edge because of that, and jesse’s there to help. corny :p
word count: ~1.3K
genuinely cannot write for SHIT rn despite all my wips/reqs so here’s this for now.. was the first thing i wrote when i got back into writing, it’s not my best work. by any means. whatsoever.
you sat on your boyfriend’s couch, watching a movie. your legs were bent up in front of you with your elbows on your knees. jesse sat next to you, legs extended onto an ottoman he pulled in front of the couch.
you struggled to stay awake during the movie, having been struggling with sleep again for days. you shot awake every time your head started to fall.
“you wanna get in bed, man?” jesse asked, putting a hand on your back.
“no— no, it’s alright. let’s finish the movie,” you responded tiredly as you turned your head to him.
“you slept through, like— half of it already,” he laughed, “let’s just go to bed.”
you admired the way his face lit up as he spoke, a smile crept onto your face. “i won’t fall asleep again, let’s finish it.”
he tilted his head as he squinted his eyes and furrowed his brows at your stubbornness. “fine, but you’re at least gonna lay down. come here.” he twisted your hair around his fingers. you put a hand under his chin, tilting it up to kiss you.
you laid down sideways on the couch. your head rested in his lap, and his soft hands caressed your arm. he looked down, adoring you, who almost instantly fell into sleep.
he continued to watch the movie.
eventually, he brought a hand to your face, brushing the hair away from it. you woke up abruptly from the touch, scarred from an abused past.
“shit- hey— hey, yo, it’s alright, it’s alright,” he spoke quietly. as your breath hitched, you turned your head, hazily looking up at him. you tried to steady your breathing as he softly smiled at you, continuing to brush a hand through your hair. “it’s just me, don’t worry.”
you nodded, turning onto your back. “it’s only us here, right?” you rasped.
he reassured your anxieties, “mhm, yeah, man.”
he caressed your cheek with one hand, moving your hair out of your eyes with the other. “it’s just us.”
you fought tears from forming as you gave him a half sad smile, appreciative of how gentle jesse was when you were a mess. at the beginning of your relationship, it was awkward for him but over time, he’d known all you needed was patience.
“it’s okay. get some sleep, okay?” you nodded, struggling to get words out. he spoke again, “sorry for like, wakin’ you up.”
“don’t worry,” you shook your head. “i’ve just been all alert. haven’t slept lots again. at least, not much since the last time i was here.”
“babe-” he looked at you, lips pursed together. “let’s go to bed, come on, like please.”
you just looked up at him. “i’ll be alright,” you struggled to keep a strong front.
“yeah, not if you keep at this,” he worried about you. “you don’t have to stay all tough around me, ya know,” he said, having a joking tone but you knew he meant it.
“i know, i know, i don’t mean to. just instinct. i’m sorry—” “no, no, don’t be. i get it. you’re alright, hun. i’m here.”
it got harder to fight the water welling in your eyes, the corners of your mouth twitching, mumbling “i love you, jess,” being the final crack.
he leaned down while lifting your head, placing a kiss on your cheek. your tears fell, almost rhythmically, as he wiped them away. “i love you too,” his touch and voice soothed you but furthered the stream of tears.
your breathing was shallow. you brought your hand up, groaning as you blocked the view of your face. you didn’t mind being emotional and vulnerable with him, but felt guilty subjecting him to your tears. he knew how you felt about it, but would never give up the safe space for you to do so. he meant it when he said he’s here for you.
you sniffled as he quietly spoke. “hey- hey, it’s okay.”
you shifted your hand on top of his, caressing it as you tearfully gazed up at him, his crystal eyes returning it to you. you held his hand against your face, pulling it down to kiss.
“bed?” he asked.
you nodded, sharply inhaling, breath hitching as you slowly exhaled.
you sat up, wiping your tears from your face. he got up, removing the dvd from the player.
you wrapped the blanket over his shoulders. slightly towering over him, you leaned down to rest your head against his.
your jaw laid against the base of his neck with your arms around him. he leaned his head against yours after he stuck his hands out of the blanket to hold onto your arms, placing a peck on your temple.
the two of you walked upstairs into his bedroom, cold air breezing through the window. you sat on the edge of the bed as he pulled a hoodie of yours over his head.
he stood in front of you, hugging your head. “come on, man, lay down.”
the scent of your cologne bounced off the hoodie, mixing with his as you wrapped your arms around his waist.
“stay like this for just a minute,” you pleaded softly, the side of your face buried in his stomach.
he twirled a piece of your hair in between his fingers as he let a hand cradle the exposed side of your jaw.
you completely melted into his touch, pulling him the closest you could. you reached under his shirt, hands softly gliding over his lower back, tracing tender circles with your fingertips.
you two stayed like that for a bit, swaying lightly. it was so peaceful, intimate.
you broke the silence as you looked up at him, your chin pressing against his upper stomach.
“thank you for being here,” his thumb traced your bottom lip as you paused. “always bein’ here. just being with me.”
he adored you, looking down with half lidded eyes and a smile. “practically what i was meant to do.”
you returned the smile. arms loosening around him, your hands landed on his hips. you kissed his stomach through the layers of clothing as he brushed the hair out of your face once again.
he leaned down to kiss the top of your head before jumping into bed, under a blanket. he laid on his back, making space between his legs, motioning for you to lay on him, as he spoke softly, “yo, come here.”
he lifted the blanket before you laid on your stomach, in between his legs. your head rested on his chest.
he draped the blanket over both of you, as he wrapped his arms around you, one hand in your hair and the other on your shoulder. your arms wrapped snug around his waist.
you caressed his sides as you leaned up, hovering over him, admiring him before he pushed your lips together.
you looked at him as he pulled his head back. he gazed into your eyes with longing and love.
he kissed your cheek before telling you to sleep again. “come on now, sleep,” he dragged out the word as he chuckled.
“is it so wrong for a man to look at his boyfriend?”
“oh, shut up,” he laughed.
“go the hell to sleep. love you, goodnight,“ speaking fast and pausing to kiss you. he teased, “sleep, tough guy.”
“fine, fine,” you laughed at him. “i love you,” you kissed him again before laying back down. “goodnight, baby.”
he played with your hair, calming you as you basked in his warmth, soon knocking out. he fell asleep soon after.
If men could get pregnant I would impregnate him if he had a pussy I would dive into it like a starving animal if he told me to get on my knees and clean the whole house I would
the call buzzes through the quiet again, sharp and insistent, but she doesn’t let him turn away from her for a second. her fingers trace down his arm, and her voice is a whiny whisper in his ear. she doesn’t need to ask who it is— she only needs to remind him where he’s supposed to be.
warnings— fem! y/n, piv unprotected sex (safe sex is great sex!) descriptions of sex (lowk j smut w/ a side of plot) jesse n y/n being freaked out
wrd count— 965
buzz.. buzz.. jesse's burner phone shook on the wooden nightstand, interrupting the sweet sounds of lovemaking.
balancing a double life isn't exactly easy. this is especially true when the lives you are trying to balance are a picture-perfect boyfriend by day, and a meth dealer by night. walter white didn't pride himself on his understanding, much to jesse's dismay in this very moment.
when he'd gotten your text at the lab, practically begging him to come home, he couldn't say no. hell, he still asks himself how he actually managed to get with a girl like you, and he'd be damned if he lost you because of his little side business. that's how he wound up here, fucking into you relentlessly on what he told you was his "lunch break." (like that was something he and walter agreed on— they didn't.)
but none of that mattered now— all that did was the sounds of skin on skin every time jesse's hips met yours in his own beautiful rhythm. that and the sweet nothings he loves to whisper; "so good baby, so good.." his raspy voice in your ear, so close to the spot he knows you like. it practically forced a moan out of you, and he seemed to enjoy that sound just as much.
buzz.. buzz.. again. the sound of jesse's phone ripped through the room, vibrating frantically on the bedside table. "fuck jesse!" this time not from pleasure, you push at him, flipping him over to straddle him instead and glaring at his phone, still unable to read the name or number from your position. "baby— it' s okay just.." jesse tries to distract you, fucking up into you from his position now.
you can't help but let out a moan, your tits bouncing rhythmically alongside his thrusts while he ruts into you deeply. his hands find home on your hips, and you almost instinctively roll them in tandem with him. your head falls to his chest— partly to hide your face; your mouth was agape in pleasure, and you're fairly certain your hair was strewn and your mascara was imperfect. he loves seeing you like this, fucked out and satisfied all because of him. you were so close, the feeling of him in you so deep, overwhelming you in the most delightful way. "yes, jesse. yes—"
buzz.. buzz.. his phone rings again. still fucking into you, both of you couldn't help but look at the phone. "jesse." you stare into his blue eyes. you don't exactly know about walter and jesse's work arrangements, and the long irregular hours don't go unnoticed, but you couldn't ask— couldn't pry.
jesse isn't a disloyal man. this is something you've learned in the couple of months you've been seeing him, so despite the unusual behaviors, you've never once questioned his loyalty. so the suspicions go unsaid, and the phone call goes unanswered as he fucks into you faster; his voice calming you with an— "i know baby, i know.."
your head comes up now, and you begin riding him more confidently, getting on your feet for a better position on top of him. now it's his turn to gasp, letting out a groan of your name and meeting your hips halfway with his. both of you are close now, and both your moans reflect it. the room was filled with sounds of mutual pleasure, and his rhythm picks up as your head drops to his chest again, your hand finding its way to his hair to tug on it as you climax.
buzz.. buzz.. "fuck!" jesse moans, flipping you over once more and fucking you through your climax, your tightness leading him right into his own. he pulls out of you, rubbing your clit with his left hand and finishing on your stomach with his right. your hand finds it's way to the nightstand, shoving the phone onto the floor entirely while jesse slows his motions, closing your legs and sitting them down on the bed for you. he kisses you quickly, getting up and retrieving a towel to wipe your stomach. jesse always takes care of you— one of his many shining qualities (aside from the meth dealing you don't know about.)
he slips on his boxers before laying back down beside you, pulling you closer to him by his waist, kissing your cheek, then your neck, then your shoulder just to hear your soft giggles. "baby.." you know what this means, and you can't help but feel a little sad. "i have to go." he ripped off the band-aid and you nodded, kissing him softly before letting him up.
you watch him dress, stealing your own oversized shirt (that you surely stole from jesse at some point) and slipping it back on. he grabs his phone (from off the floor where you shoved it) and slips it into his pocket, kissing you one more time. "see you later baby." he winks at you, and you can't help but smile at his mannerisms.
"see you later" grinning out your goodbye, you eventually think to shout after him "bring home pizza!" and he laughs, shutting the door behind him and making a mental note to bring home dinner from both of your favorite spot— buzz.. buzz..
"YO! if i don't answer the first time clearly—" jesse finally answers walt's call, upset from the insistent interruption that is walter white. "where have you been? we have a schedule jesse!" walter scolds, and he can almost make out the sound of his rubber boots squeaking against the lab floor. "i'm on my way yo, some of us have a life and such!" he states into the phone, zipping his jacket up and speed walking to his car, frantically opening the door and putting the keys in the ignition.
Jesse (18) and Riley (16). The obsessed power couple always getting themselves into shit. They first met at J.P. Wynne High School in their sophomore and freshman year respectively. With their last names being one after the other, they were assigned lab partners in Mr. White's Chemistry class. It was slow at first, normal class talk, a glance, a song mutually enjoyed. Then one day, they agree to meet up and share some weed, and suddenly they're trading their life stories. A teenage burnout with parents who set high expectations and a teenage overachiever with parents who didn't care enough to stick in town for more than a couple weeks at a time. After that, it was like wildfire. Completely inseparable and knew each other better than any one.
Two years go by. Strangers to best friends to "best friends" who always stared a little too long and would make out sometimes when their high and then pretend it never happened to friends with benefits. But one day it changes. It just changes. They couldn't pin exactly when, or why but suddenly they aren't just friends. And they never turn back. They go through hell and back together, but never leave each others sides.
whats annoying is making your drself intro post and trying to pick a face claim and none of the ones you already loved and had saved feeling right so you find a different one that is so right. with blue hair... and sharp features... and oddly jinx like. then the next day your looking at it again going "hm... thats not right at all whats up?" and you realize that jinx was swaying your opinion cause the bitch lives in your head and was apparently co-con and really liked that face claim and made me make a whole ass post with HER FACECLAIM
hi! for the simply plural template thing could i get a 2000’s internet themed one but purple? or just that goes along with the theme of this blog @your-friendly-baddie
thank you sm :3
-riley
We hope this is alright riley! If you’d like us to edit or change something — please let us know!
