ur doubts r wrong nd not real!!all that is real is that you have all your desires nd that's that, doubts r just brainrot trying to downgrade you so don't listen to them 💞
(pls don't hate if i use the wrong terminology, i just wanna explain what happened)
SO. First things first, for like half a year, i was MISERABLE. i found a community of people who talked about their mental health issues. i felt like i BELONGED, but no, i was drowning. i thought i found comfort but it was actually just everyone reinforcing eachothers worst thoughts. it was making my depression, anxiety, and just mental health get worse. i hated everything, everyone, and myself.
BUT.
ALL OF THAT CHANGED LITERALLY 3 HOURS AGO. nd some might be like "3 hours?? you're either lying or exagerating"
WELL FOR THE FIRST TIME I TRULY, REALLY, WHOLEHEARTEDLY BELIEVE LOA IS INSTANT.
BASICALLY, i found a video on youtube. a skit about a girl who used makeup to have a complete makeover. for those who know the kdrama true beauty, this was like the skit version of it. this is the type of stuff i used to watch when i first started my manifestation and loa journey, when i had the most hope. and i went down a rabit hole of watching the stuff i used to.
then, i went outside on the swing and put on SUBLIMINALS. something i havent done in months. i listened for around an hour, with no pressure or affirming, just listened. random subliminals. and just.. thought about like, the skit and what id like to look like and just what id like to have, etc. i didn't even imagine having it, i just thought about it.
then, i came back inside. looked in the mirror.
AND WHEN I TELL YOU I SAW MY DESIRED FACE IM NOT EVEN KIDDING. LIKE, LITERALLY THE FACE I SCRIPTED FOR ALL MY DRS. THE FACE I DREAMT OF HAVING MONTHS AGO. LIKE, I WAS GENUINELY SHOCKED.
AND I FELT WAY DIFFERENT. WAY MORE CONFIDENT. I FELT.. MYSELF. I FELT LIKE IM ACTUALLY MYSELF FOR THE FIRST TIME IN...I CAN'T EVEN COUNT HOW LONG.
and i DEFINITELY shifted cause things just...dont feel the same. like, at all. my whole house feels different. my approach to everything is different...
this is the most shocking thing that's ever happened to me, and some LOA people might be like "well it's loa, it's instant" and WILL call me and others a "poser" for being shocked (based on a real story). WELL SYBAU ME AND THE PEOPLE WHO WENT THROUGH THIS SUCCEEDED. AND WILL CONTINUE TO DO SO 💞🥹
i love love love loa and our community, i wholeheartedly believe everyone will get what they want and i hope we can all continue encouraging each other<3
i got even more successes 🥹 I've manifested even more appearance changes, and i also manifested to be physically and mentally healthier! i even worked out after not doing so for like half a year. Ive manifested my desired face shape and good grades! now ill manifest a new wardrobe 💞
(pls don't hate if i use the wrong terminology, i just wanna explain what happened)
SO. First things first, for like half a year, i was MISERABLE. i found a community of people who talked about their mental health issues. i felt like i BELONGED, but no, i was drowning. i thought i found comfort but it was actually just everyone reinforcing eachothers worst thoughts. it was making my depression, anxiety, and just mental health get worse. i hated everything, everyone, and myself.
BUT.
ALL OF THAT CHANGED LITERALLY 3 HOURS AGO. nd some might be like "3 hours?? you're either lying or exagerating"
WELL FOR THE FIRST TIME I TRULY, REALLY, WHOLEHEARTEDLY BELIEVE LOA IS INSTANT.
BASICALLY, i found a video on youtube. a skit about a girl who used makeup to have a complete makeover. for those who know the kdrama true beauty, this was like the skit version of it. this is the type of stuff i used to watch when i first started my manifestation and loa journey, when i had the most hope. and i went down a rabit hole of watching the stuff i used to.
then, i went outside on the swing and put on SUBLIMINALS. something i havent done in months. i listened for around an hour, with no pressure or affirming, just listened. random subliminals. and just.. thought about like, the skit and what id like to look like and just what id like to have, etc. i didn't even imagine having it, i just thought about it.
then, i came back inside. looked in the mirror.
AND WHEN I TELL YOU I SAW MY DESIRED FACE IM NOT EVEN KIDDING. LIKE, LITERALLY THE FACE I SCRIPTED FOR ALL MY DRS. THE FACE I DREAMT OF HAVING MONTHS AGO. LIKE, I WAS GENUINELY SHOCKED.
AND I FELT WAY DIFFERENT. WAY MORE CONFIDENT. I FELT.. MYSELF. I FELT LIKE IM ACTUALLY MYSELF FOR THE FIRST TIME IN...I CAN'T EVEN COUNT HOW LONG.
and i DEFINITELY shifted cause things just...dont feel the same. like, at all. my whole house feels different. my approach to everything is different...
this is the most shocking thing that's ever happened to me, and some LOA people might be like "well it's loa, it's instant" and WILL call me and others a "poser" for being shocked (based on a real story). WELL SYBAU ME AND THE PEOPLE WHO WENT THROUGH THIS SUCCEEDED. AND WILL CONTINUE TO DO SO 💞🥹
i love love love loa and our community, i wholeheartedly believe everyone will get what they want and i hope we can all continue encouraging each other<3
daily reminder that you can truly shift WHENEVER and WHEREVER. like you don't even have to close your eyes or do some method or whatever you can just decide you're there and boom you're in your dr or wr it's that simple 🤷♀️
# sub!Scaramouche, sub!scara, dom!reader, top!reader, readers gender not specified, can be read as gn!reader, reader gets called mommy though, begging, praise kink, scara gets called puppy a few times
Summary: Scaramouche gets jealous and he doesn't want to admit it. So you make him admit it.
A/n: I'm posting this on Tumblr because not all Tumblr people have seen my ao3, probably! :) It's pretty crazy to think about it... I wrote this in 2022... woah. It had its 2 year anniversary a few days ago. ...I still haven't finished the 2nd part since it's deletion from my old phone. All I have is a snippet.. sigh
You knew it. He was obviously jealous. You were previously speaking with some of your guy friends, having a fun time, because one of them apparently just chowed down on some soap that looked like a food. Scaramouche on the other hand was hanging with some other random people, but you caught his eye. He watched as you were speaking with a smile, all of you laughing, the way your friends smiled at you back. It made him feel weird, he didn't know what it was. But he did not like that feeling.
Now you two were back home. You went to make yourself a simple drink in the kitchen, while Scara slowly followed you. He sat down on a chair by the kitchen island and watched you do your thing. "Do you want some tea as well?" You turned to look at him for a moment. He replied with a simple no, so you continued. You filled the object with water and put it to boil. Scara's mind wandered back to your friends, which made him feel that weird feeling again. You noticed him zoning out. You sat down in front of him and began speaking.
"Are you alright? You seem down," you asked with a small smile. He immediately looked at you. He stared for a moment before replying. "I'm fine, just because I look like something doesn't mean I'm that," he rolled his eyes. You raised an eyebrow, "what's wrong?" "Like you don't know," he snarled. You were confused. "What do you mean?" You asked, trying to think of what has happened today. Scara turned his head back at you, staring right at you, "The way they laughed with you? The way they were smiling at you? Looked like they felt accomplished when they made you laugh." You blinked. Did he mean your friends..?
Wait. You furrowed your brows, "What- you've got that wrong, they're my friends. We've always been like that. One of them told me how he ate soap unknowingly, that was funny!" He just nodded his head, "really?" "Yeah, you know that I'm friendly with everyone!" You spoke, tapping the table. He just looked away, not replying. It was silent, except for the water boiling. Then it hit you. He was jealous.
A smirk slowly went on your face. "Are you.. are you jealous, Scara?" You asked. Surely not. He looked at you. So that was that feeling..? He shook his head and looked away again. "No, I'm fucking not." He replied. You blinked at him. "Oh my god, you're jealous??" You couldn't stop your smirk as you watched him avoid your eyes. "I just said that I'm not, are you deaf?" He grunted, looking the other way. You felt amazing for some reason. You got up from your chair and walked to the other side of the island, where Scara sat. He noticed that and turned his chair towards you. You pointed at him, "that, my man, is called jealousy." He glared at you, "I'm not fucking jealous, idiot!" You glared back, "then why are you mad?" "Because they were laughing with you! Did you see the way they looked at you? They definitely had something in mind!" He shot back at you. Silence again. You stared at him, lidded eyes. He stared back.
"That's jealousy." You mumbled. He wanted to say something back, but didn't. "It's not," he denied, starting to spin back to the kitchen island, but you stopped him. He glared at you again, "what do you want." "You're jealous," you repeated, holding the chair. Scara turned his head away, making an ugh noise. You took his jaw and turned him back to you. He went to take your hand away, but your hand that was preventing him from turning away shot to his wrist, stopping it. You watched his eyes widen.
Now he felt different.
"You're jealous," you whispered, staring into his eyes, "admit it." He was silent. He wanted to move his hand, but you tightened your grip on his wrist. His eyes drifted to the side, away from you. "Look at me, Scara," you immediately said. He looked to the other side. "Scara." You held his jaw a bit tighter, "look at me." You watched his eyes slowly look at you. His expression had softened. There was a moment of silence.
"Good boy," you whispered. That line went straight down his pants. You watched his eyes widen slightly. "Admit it. You're jealous." You spoke again, your grip on his jaw loosening, "It's normal, but you should tell me." His eyes drifted away again as he swallowed and you reacted. "Scaramouche, fucking look at me." You said and he immediately looked back. He felt tingly, he started feeling.. hot. "Speak." You simply said. He blinked, eyes looking away, "Ugh, fine, I-" "Look at me." You interrupted him. Scara felt his dick twitch. He looked at you again, a small blush on his face. "I was jealous-" He whispered. "Scara." "I'm jealous-" he said a bit louder. Silence again. You watched his eyes go away again. You sighed and watched as he looked back at you in a moment. You went closer to his face, going to his ear. "Good boy," you whispered, pressing a kiss to his neck. You took your hands away from him and went to pour water in your cup.
Scara just sat there, his mind repeating your words. He felt his dick twitch again as he breathed out through his nose. You just poured your water, put it away and watched the teabag float up to the top, the usual. You messed with your spoon and then put it down. You turned to Scaramouche. "Are you sure you don't want tea? Maybe you've changed your mind?" You asked. He stared at the ground. How did you change your attitude in a span of a few seconds? "Scara?" You asked again. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out, so he just shook his head. You stared at him. Then it dawned on you.
You quickly went back to him, standing in front of him. He looked at you right away, scared that you'll tell him to speak again. "Oh God, I'm sorry, did I hold your wrist too tight?? Did I say something wrong?? I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-" you quickly started rambling. Scara stared at you in confusion. "What? No, no, you didn't hurt me- Where the fuck did you get that?" He furrowed his brows. "I don't know, you went quiet??" You shrugged, staring at him. Then he realized that you don't know the effect that your actions had on him. You two stared at each other. You looked away for a moment, then you started to walk back to your tea, but Scara caught your wrist and pulled you back. "Did I do someth-" "Am I really..?" He interrupted you. You looked at him. He was staring somewhere else. "What do you mean?" You asked, standing in front of him again. He took his hand away from your wrist. "What you said previously. Am I really.. you know-" he glanced at you before looking away again. You thought to yourself. Wait.. oh.
Your smirk was back. "Say it." You spoke and watched as Scara bit his lip for a second, turning his head away. "Am I really.. ugh." He felt his cheeks flush. "Come on, I know you can say it," you leaned closer to him. He was getting more anxious. "Am I really a- fuck. Am I really a good boy?" He quickly said, feeling the embarrassment wash over. You laughed a little, your hand going to his jaw. You turned his head towards you, his eyes still not meeting yours. "Look at me, Scara," you simply said, just like before. His eyes meet yours. "Yes," you started, your other hand going to his chest, fingers slowly sliding down, "you are a good boy." You could feel his heartbeat quicken. Nervous eyes staring into yours. "You want me to say it again?" Your fingers stopped at his stomach. He felt his dick twitch again. He blinked at you, glancing away from time to time, but not fully looking away. "Scara, tell me," you asked again. "Please," he whispered, eyes fixating on the ground.
"You'll have to try better than that," your fingers went back to his chest and you watched him look back at you. "No, please-" he repeated a bit louder. You smiled and he glanced away again. "There's no need to be ashamed, it's just us here, you know," you said, tilting your head to the side. Scara rolled his eyes, "Shut up." You pulled him a bit towards you by his jaw, causing him to look at you with a gasp. Your smile was gone. "I thought you wanted to be called a good boy, no?" You blinked at him. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out, again. He just stared. "So you don't want me to call you that? You could have just said that earlier, you know," you looked away, looking bored. "No, please, please-" he started, but you cut him off with a stare. "What? Please what? Tell me." You put your attention on him again. He gulped, forcing himself to stare back at you, "please call me that, please-" "Call you what?" "Please call me a good boy, please, fuck-" He was getting desperate, you could tell. And you wanted to drag him further. "Not with that language," you lidded your eyes again. He exhaled, staring into your eyes intensively. "Please, please call me a good boy, for f- ugh, please," Scara started rambling in embarrassment, "mommy, just call me a good boy, please-"
"What was that?"
It went silent. He watched you slowly smirk as he realized what he said. "I-" he started, but nothing else came out. Fuck. "You want mommy to call you a good boy?" You whispered. He was desperate, nodding immediately, but you held his jaw. "Use your words, Scara." You pointed out. He wanted to curse himself for being so desperate for you. "Yes, please call me a good boy, please, m- ah, mommy-" he quickly spoke, eyes digging into yours. It went silent. His eyebrows were furrowed, face flushed — desperate. You slowly blinked at him. Then you went closer to his ear and spoke to him in a whisper.
"Good boy."
You heard him exhale. Your hand released his jaw. Your other hand went down his chest to the tent in his pants that already had a wet spot at the top. You heard him let out a surprised gasp. You pressed a few kisses on his neck, before pulling away to look at him. Scara's chest was rising while your hand circled his tip through his pants. You watched as his hand went to his mouth, loudly exhaling again. You looked down. You quickly got his pants down to his knees, staring at his boxers that were dark at a certain spot. You then pulled his boxers down just enough for his dick to be out. Scara was starting to feel dizzy, the feeling of his dick being free, your intense stare in his eyes. You quickly took his hand that was by his mouth and pulled it away from his mouth. "Don't do that, got it?" You told him. He quickly nodded. You stared. He licked his lips before responding, "yes, mommy-" You nodded, "Good boy." You noticed his dick twitch at that. It made you feel so powerful.
You let go of his hand, meanwhile your other hand slid down his chest to his thigh. You brought your finger to his tip, circling it, smearing his precum. He made a noise at that, bucking his hips. You took your hand away, looking at him. "If you're going to do that, I won't touch you." You warned. His eyes widened, "please don't, don't do that, please-" You nodded and went back to his dick. You wrapped your hand around and started to slowly slide it up, then back down, coating his dick with some precum. He whined, "please, please-" "Be patient, puppy," you responded, not removing your eyes from his dick. Slowly you picked up the pace. Then you looked at him. His eyes were shut, there was drool starting to slide down his chin. "Scara, look at me, open your eyes," you commanded. He slowly opened his eyes to look at you. You made eye contact. Fuck, he looked so submissive. You increased the speed, jerking his dick quicker, starting to make wet sounds from his precum. He moaned, head going back, more broken moans falling from his mouth.
"Scara, I told you to look at me," you reminded. He lifted his head back up, trying to look back at you. You giggled, "Good boy. Tell me how it feels, won't you?" Sweat was appearing on his skin, drool out his mouth. He started to speak, but that's when you started jerking around his tip. He moaned louder, tears starting to prick at his eyes. "Come on, tell me how good it feels," you whisper. "A-ah- f-feels good, fuck-! Oh my god, fuck, it feelssogood fuck, mommy-" Scara tried his best, but fuck did it feel good. You went closer, pressing your lips against his, indulging him in a kiss. His hands immediately clutched at your shirt while you drunk his moans. Your hand sped up, focusing on his whole shaft. More precum went down, making even more wet noises. You pushed your tongue against his, he kissed back messy. Then, you heard his moans becoming quicker, his hands clutching you tighter.
You pulled away from the kiss, licking your lips, staring down at him. "Gonna cum, puppy?" You asked and he nodded, staring up at you. Your hand started slowing down as you raised your eyebrow. He whined, "no, please, I'm close, please don't slow down, pleasepleaseplease-" "That's right, good boy," you went quicker, staring at his ruined state. His head fell back and his moans increased in volume. You could hear him say 'please' multiple times in a row. Then his head came back, looking into your eyes, begging you to not stop. You looked down at his dick, then looked back at him. You leaned into his neck to press a few kisses, while Scara placed his head on your shoulder, his hands going to your back, gripping the material again. "I'm- I'm gonnacum, a-ah, fuck fuck, I'm gonna cum I'mgonnacum please-" His breathing was heavy. "Then cum, go on," you whispered, "be a good boy and cum for me." That was the final push.
A loud moan went through his throat as he came. You looked down, watching his cum stain his shirt, drop on your hand, slide down to his thighs. After a few seconds, you started slowing your hand down. You could feel him shake, his breathing heavy again. Then your hand stopped. You kissed his neck while he breathed in your shoulder, calming down. Scara's head was spinning, he felt like he might pass out. Drool and tears had stained your shirt a bit. After a minute you felt him release your shirt. You pulled away, taking your hand away too. You looked at Scara. His eyes were unfocused, mouth still open, face hot, drool and tears. He looked so pretty, so ruined — it made you feel powerful, how you managed to somehow get him like this.
You broke the silence, asking, "Scara, are you alright?" You watched as he looked at you. "..I'm okay." He finally said, blinking at you. You smiled slightly, rubbing a few of his tears away with your clean hand. He was silent, staring at you. You stood up straight and looked at your other hand. You licked a bit off from your fingers, swallowing down. Scara stared, eyes slightly widening. No way he found that hot. "Alright, I'll get some tissues, wait here," you quickly said and walked to the bathroom. You washed your hands first.
Scara was zoning out, thinking of what the fuck just happened. He can't believe that he got so damn desperate for you, that he let that name slip out. He shook his head, looking down at himself. Yeah, he'll have to put this in the wash for sure. Then he heard noise, turning his head to it. You walked in with tissues and a slightly wet towel. You put down the towel on the island and took a few tissues. You took Scara's chin, holding his head up. With your other hand, you cleaned away his drool and a few wet tears. He couldn't stop staring at you. You noticed and just smiled at him.
Then you took your hand away from his jaw, looking down at his dick. You pushed his boxers a bit more away and cleaned the cum off his thighs with the tissue. Then you took another one, continuing to clean around. Then you carefully got to his shaft, then tried to get a few stains off from his shirt. After that you put the tissues away, taking the wet towel. You cleaned his thighs and areas again. Scara bit his lips, you were gentle. You put everything away and went to throw out the tissues.
"I think we should put a few of your clothes to wash, don't you think?" You asked, coming back. He nodded, but stopped mid-nod and responded, "Yeah, right." "Take your shirt off, I'll get you a new one," you smiled, running to a room. He felt his cheeks get hot again. He loved this, even if it made him very embarrassed. He slowly took his shirt off, then you ran back into the room. "Um, I got you clean boxers as well, if you don't mind-" you spoke, putting down the clothing on the chair next to him. He stayed silent, handing you his shirt. You took it and went to quickly put it in the washing machine. He took his pants and boxers off. He took the shirt and boxers that you got him and put them on.
When you came back, he was already holding his clothing in hand for you. "Did it get stained too?" You asked, taking them. He just looked away from your gaze, "just in case." You nodded and went to also put them in the wash. He could hear you pressing a few buttons and the machine starting to work. When you came back, Scara was still staring somewhere else. You stood in front of him.
"I'm sorry," you broke the silence. He immediately looked at you, face showing confusion. "Why the fuck are you sorry?" He asked. "You know," you messed with your shirt, "I kind of didn't really ask if you wanted me to do.. that, so- I understand if you're mad." He blinked at you. "You're a fool to think that," he replied, "I'm not mad. I'm.. surprised, I guess." "Why?" You stared back at him. Silence.
Scara stared at you. "Well, first of all-" he coughed, "you turned me on in the worst way possible." He looked away from you, feeling his face get hot more. "You made me beg for you, you- fuck. You.. goddammit, you made me fucking desperate." He felt the shame again. Silence. He started feeling nervous, for some reason. You quietly asked, "Did you hate it..?" He looked back at you, "No I didn't, I fucking loved it, idiot." "You loved me being controlling??" You asked again. He stared. He started thinking. "Well, if.. if that was that, then- um, I guess?" He shrugged. Silence, again.
You slightly smiled, "I'll make note of that." You leaned your head closer to him and he immediately kissed you. You kissed back, putting your hand on his chest, the other on his cheek. His hands went to your shirt, pulling you closer. You two made out, your thumb rubbing his cheek. Then you pulled away for a breath, but he pulled you back again. You slid your tongue against his, a muffled noise from Scara. After a few moments, he pulled away from the kiss, breathing on your lips. "You made me so desperate, you have no idea," he quickly whispered before kissing you again. You felt his hands clutch your shirt, pulling away again. "You made me- fuck, you made me-" he couldn't put into words. He wanted to kiss you again, but you put a finger to his lips.
You stared into his eyes, "I made you call me mommy?" He breathed out a 'yes'. "I made you obey me?" You continued, lidding your eyes. He breathed out another 'yes'. "I made you finish so hard, that you were shaking against me?" You put your hand back on his cheek. He whined out a 'yes.' You put your lips against him again, he kissed back immediately. You two made out for a while, some muffled noises from the man. Then you pulled away, pressing a finger on his lips again. "Let's go to bed. It's late and I want you to get rest, okay?" You spoke in a soft tone. He nodded. "We can continue tomorrow," you continued, taking your hands away from him. He did the same. You smiled at him. "Thank you," he mumbled so quietly you almost didn't hear him. "You're welcome, Scaramouche," you chuckled at his expression. "Jeez, so formal," he rolled his eyes. You laughed and then your eyes caught something.
A cup. With already cold water.
"Oh my god," you said out loud, Scara sending you a confused gaze, "I forgot about my tea." He turned his head to where you were staring and yep, your cup is there with your forgotten teabag. "..I'll heat it up and drink it, you can go to bed," you said, rubbing your forehead. He stood up and looked at you, wanting to say something, but didn't. He just stared, might slightly agape. You looked at him again. "You want me to tuck you in?" You smirked, a giggle coming from you. He widened his eyes, looking away, "no, fuck you." He started walking away and you followed him. Scara went into his room and turned around. "I thought you're making tea?" He raised his eyebrows at you. You nodded, "Yeah, I will. I just want to say goodnight."
"Well, you just said it, you can go now," he motioned his hand at you. "Get in your bed first," you said. He just rolled his eyes, "I was going to do that anyways." He walks to his bed and turns on the light on the nightstand. He sat on his bed, staring at you, arms crossed. You walked over to him, leaned down and pushed him down on the bed. He gasped and you kissed him. His heart started beating more again, feeling you move your lips against his. He got that feeling again. His hands went to your shirt, pulling you more. Your fingers ghosted on his arm, leaving behind goosebumps on his skin. He felt your knee press against his crotch and he moaned in surprise.
That was unintentional — you didn't realize where you placed your legs. You pulled away and smiled down at him. Scara started back. "Goodnight, Scara," you said, leaning into his neck, "Good boy." Then you got off him and left the room, waving at him before closing the door. He stared at the door. He ran a hand through his hair, then along his face. Scara got under the covers, trying to ignore the feeling, trying to ignore the need for your touch again.
You just went to heat up your tea. Microwave beeps, teabag out, a bit of honey in your cup, mix it. You sat down and enjoyed your drink, slowly. You put down your cup, staring at the surface, recalling what happened. It made you feel hot, just like before.
"And it started with him being jealous, huh?" You mumbled, taking a sip again. "Live laugh Scaramouche." You chuckled, finishing your drink.
I just wanted to quickly share my success story, won’t be here for long.
I'm mia, 18F. I’ve been part of this community for almost two and a half years. Eight months ago, I discovered the Void State. Like many of you, I tried everything to enter it. I was exhausted and frustrated, feeling like nothing worked.
But now, I’ve finally made it. I entered the Void a week ago and it changed everything. It was easy, it really was, I was just overcomplicating it for no reason. I’ve been manifesting nonstop since then, and I’m now living my dream life. I love going to the Void again and again. It's really an amazing experience.
If you're struggling, let this be your sign: no matter what, you will get your dream life. All your desires will come true. I know it's hard sometimes, but you will find a way, just like I did, everyone will, in their own time.
so, do not give up.
THINGS I’VE MANIFESTED IN THE VOID STATE SO FAR:
1. Dream appearance
2. Perfect health
3. Unlimited money
4. Dream house
5. Revised past
6. Dream relationships
7. Academic and career success
8. Teleportation
9. Immortality
10. Supernatural abilities
11. Reality shift
12. Appearance shifting
13. Celebrity lifestyle
14. No limiting beliefs
15. Instant access to the Void
16. Dream wardrobe
17. Dream car
18. Fluent in multiple languages
19. Desired personality
20. Fame and recognition
21. Permanent happiness
22. Dream pet
23. Perfect daily routine
24. Passive income streams
25. Moving to any country instantly
26. Control over time
27. Travel to parallel realities
28. Total freedom
29. Time travel
30. Invisibility at will
31. Control over elements (fire, water, air, earth)
32. Talking to animals
33. Bringing fictional characters to life
34. Creating entire universes
34. Shapeshifting
35. Reversing global events
36. Living in a fantasy world (like a custom anime, video game, or book world)
37. Flying
38. Controlling dreams (mine and others)
39. Meeting someone who matched my “ideal person” list exactly. From personality to appearance to interests, they ticked every box, and we met in the most unexpected way.
40. Changing my name and everyone instantly accepting it without question
41. A shift in weather matching my mood or intention
42. Shifting into an entirely new identity. I woke up in a reality where I had a different name, background, life but it all felt completely natural.
43. Speaking with spirit guides face-to-face. No, they weren't scary.
44. Instant healing with just a thought. I had injured myself pretty badly recently. I was running around my house like crazy out of pure joy. But I healed myself instantly, as if it never happened.
45. Electronics never running out of battery unless I allow it. My phone just seems to stay charged forever.
46. People forgetting things I said that I regretted
47. Healed my inner child
and the list goes on ..
I WISH YOU ALL, ALL THE VERY BEST WITH YOUR LIVES 🩷
hot shifting take, theres no real reason to over intellectualize shifting. what I mean is the people who go out of their way to explain manifesting/shifting with science have a limiting mindset. like yes, shifting/manifesting is that easy. just assume. you don’t need to research the neural links in your brain to shift or manifest. at the end of the day science is a thing in this reality. meaning in other realities there might be a higher level of explaining things ( it’s hard for me to fully explain this). like for example in other realities there is magic. sure, magic can possibly explain shifting and it’s probably linked, but you don’t necessarily need the magic to shift. you don’t need to over-research ancient scrolls, and drink a million potions. idk if this is fully comprehensive with how I explained it. also this post may come across as a little anti- vaxy and denouncing science in of itself. but science is just a system in this reality, to fully operate within it, while going out of this reality is a little limiting.
we have been over this topic so many times. People have repeatedly told you, "circumstances don't matter" and yet a ton of you STILL harp on about your circumstances.
STOP IT.
I don't know why some of you people expect bloggers to start saying something different when YOU are the one who keeps worrying about the 3D like it dictates your manifestations when you should have already hammered the fact that your assumptions manifest and that what you see DOESN'T MATTER into your head.
"but i-" I DONT CARE!!! Stop relying on what you perceive to tell you if you have something or not. Stop seeking validation from the outside when it all stems from YOU.
Your circumstances suck, we know. They are hard, unliveable, stress inducing, exhausting, depressing, etc. Nobody is denouncing that it's rough, but for gods sake you need to stop conflating having results ≠ it showing up in 3D.
The 'success' is you persisting in/accepting your assumption, that IS IT. Because guess what? Someone who dgaf about what they're being shown and knows that their assumptions are the only truth and form everything, WOULDN'T GIVE TWO SHITS ABOUT WHAT THEY'RE SEEING BCS THEY KNOW THEY HAVE IT. THEY DONT EQUATE HAVING SOMETHING MATERIALISE AS THE SUCCESS, THEY UNDERSTAND THEY WERE SUCCESSFUL THE MOMENT THEY ASSUMED IT.
you can sit there and complain about how shit is too hard but guess what? It's gonna keep being hard because you keep assuming it is. you can either stop and fix your assumption or keep repeating this cycle, it is up to you.
Changing your appearance is actually one of the simplest things you can do—once you fully understand who you are. You are not a powerless person stuck in a body you didn’t choose. You are not at the mercy of genetics, childhood photos, or what anyone else says about your face or body. You are the creator of your entire experience, including the way your physical form shows up. That means your skin, your features, your body shape, your tone, your hair, your symmetry, your glow, and everything else—they are all listening to YOU. They are not controlled by the mirror, the past, or your DNA. They are controlled by the image you accept as real, by the commands you give through thought, identity, and assumption. Every part of your appearance is simply a result of what you've been mentally agreeing with over time.
You are not someone on the outside, trying to fix a body or a face like it’s separate from you. You are not a beggar hoping the mirror will one day give you what you want. You are the boss. The owner. The commander. Your body is yours—it belongs to you, and it works for you. It is a living, breathing mirror of your inner state. Your cells are not fixed. They are not stubborn. They are always responding to the dominant instructions you send them—whether you’re aware of it or not. Every second of the day, your cells are regenerating, reshaping, and renewing themselves based on the energy and identity you hold inside. If you keep saying “this is my face” with certainty, your body takes that command seriously and keeps rebuilding it accordingly. So when you change what you claim as yours—when you change the identity, the inner image, the feeling of “this is me”—then your entire appearance starts to shift to match that. The subconscious mind is your blueprint center. It holds the “design file” for your body and appearance. And when you upload a new design through assumption, identity, and repetition, your subconscious updates that file, and your body starts expressing the new version without question.
Think about this clearly: your appearance already changes all the time. Your face looks different when you’re tired, when you’re happy, when you’re in love, when you’re confident. Your skin reacts to emotions. Your posture changes based on how you feel. Your weight fluctuates, your glow comes and goes, your features soften or tighten based on your inner state. You didn’t force those changes—they happened automatically. That’s because your body is always responding to what’s happening inside you. So if you can change without trying just from emotions and environment, then imagine how quickly you can shift when you take conscious control of your self-image. When you deliberately choose how you look and feel and carry yourself, your body immediately starts following that new script. It’s not slow. It’s not stubborn. It’s just obedient. It’s like a loyal assistant carrying out your commands in real time.
But here’s what most people do wrong: they keep looking to the mirror to confirm the change. And that’s where the cycle breaks. The mirror is not your source. It’s your reflection. It shows you who you’ve been being—not who you are becoming. It’s always a little behind. It’s always reflecting the old command. So when you try to see the new version too early and feel disappointed, you end up repeating the old energy—and your body stays the same. You must stop waiting for proof and become the proof. You must walk, talk, and feel like the version of you who already has the face, the glow, the beauty, the exact shape you desire. That version of you exists the moment you claim it, and your body starts catching up to it the moment you stop doubting. You don’t need to ask “how” anymore. The how is built into the system. Your subconscious takes care of the physical changes. Your job is to set the design, live from it, and stop arguing with it.
There is no outside rule stronger than the one you hold inside. Genetics, history, society, beauty standards—none of it has more power than your own focus and self-image. You are not bound to the old version. You’re not trapped in a face or form that doesn’t feel like you. Your body is not concrete—it’s clay. It’s soft, flexible, shapeable, and it follows the hands of your imagination. When you shift the way you see yourself, everything about your appearance starts to align. Your face becomes more defined. Your skin starts glowing. Your eyes lift, your jaw shapes, your waist curves, your features sharpen or soften depending on the image you are focused on. It’s not about faking or pretending. It’s about deciding —deciding what is true for you and sticking to it with such deep certainty that your body has no choice but to match it.
So from now on, speak to your body like it’s yours —because it is. Tell it how to look. Tell it how to feel. Tell your skin to be smooth, your eyes to be brighter, your face to be symmetrical, your muscles to align, your posture to lift. Your body is not dumb. It understands the language of focus. The more you affirm something as real, the more your body listens. You are not waiting for results—you are living as the result now. You are the version of you that already looks exactly how you want. That version is not far away. It’s not something you’re chasing. It’s a choice you make. And once you fully choose it and stay loyal to it, your reality and reflection start to bend in your favor.
This isn’t about wishing, hoping, or struggling. This is about taking your rightful place as the author of your appearance. You are the artist, and your body is the canvas. You are the scriptwriter, and your reflection is just the screen. Stop letting the old design run on repeat. Stop doubting what you know deep down. The change you want is not a dream—it’s already alive in your subconscious, waiting for you to stop switching back and forth. So now is the time. Choose your new appearance. Claim it. Feel it. Speak it. See it. Live it. Let it be your normal. And then watch—watch how fast your physical form shifts, not because it’s magic, but because that’s how it’s always worked.
You are not becoming beautiful. You are not becoming your dream look. You are it now. The moment you say “this is me,” your body listens. And it doesn’t argue—it obeys.
Stop chasing and harassing bloggers for what they want!
Some people are like "oh if you can manifest everything why don't you manifest this/that" c'mon let's be real it's our choice????
Like I had made the post that how I manifested my bf...so someone came up and said "👺👺👺 IF YOU CAN MANIFEST EVERYTHING WHY DON'T YOU GO AND DATE A CELEBRITY INSTEAD OF DATING A NORMAL GUY" please???? Do y'all know emotions and feelings? It's literally my choice whom I wanna date, not your choice.
Even if I break-up with him in future, it would still be my choice, don't come up to me and start saying things like "👺👺👺OH IF YOU CAN MANIFEST MANY THINGS IN YOUR LIFE WHY DIDN'T YOU MANIFEST NOT BREAKING UP???" Again, sir/ma'am my choice, you don't know the whole thing so please sit down, and I'm sorry I didn't order a glass of your opinion (ogs know the reference)
People have different choices and preferences, while some want luxury, some are even happy in simplicity...so please be real, and keep that in mind before telling anyone that "why you didn't manifest that?"
HOPE Y'ALL GET MY POINT AND PEOPLE WHO WRITE THINGS LIKE THESE YOU BETTER UNDERSTAND, ALSO LOVE TO MY CUTIESS <3333
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