Criminal Temptation Part 1

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: Natasha went undercover to dismantle a crime empire—getting close was just part of the job. Years later, the one she betrayed is out of prison, and now Natasha must decide what’s more dangerous—the woman rising through the criminal world, or the love she thought she buried years ago.

Warnings: slight violence, suggestive themes, light fluff

Words: 4171

The thump of bass fades as Natasha steps out of the club, leaving behind a blur of neon, perfumes, and heat. The heavy door slams shut behind her, muffling the pulse of music into a distant throb.

The cold hits immediately, sharp but not unfamiliar. Russia’s winter is worse than where she is now. Still, it slices through the false warmth she’d borrowed from the crowd inside.

Natasha exhales into her hands, breath curling like smoke in the night air, and pulls her leather jacket tighter. It’s well-worn but hers—actually hers—not issued or borrowed.

A rare luxury for someone like her.

New York’s skyline looms in front of her like a question she hasn’t figured out how to answer yet.

She came here to breathe, to forget the rules written into her blood. But freedom is quieter than she expected, and the silence leaves too much room for doubt.

SHIELD had offered her a lifeline—structure, purpose—but sometimes it feels like a cage disguised as a choice.

What if this isn’t it either?

Her shoulders tense as the wind slinks down her collar. She squints up the street, thinking about nothing and everything at the same time until a loud voice cuts through the hum of the city.

“Leave me alone!”

The club door slams open and then closes again.

Natasha’s body stills, trained instinct waking as she turns her head slightly to the commotion. A man and a woman are now arguing near a sleek black car just a few feet away.

The tone isn’t drunken bickering—it’s edged and tense.

Natasha narrows her eyes as she observes the two from the corner of her eyes.

“Look, it’s getting late,” the man says, gesturing toward the open car door. “Just get in.”

The woman doesn’t budge. Her arms are crossed, chin lifted in open defiance.

“I’m not going with you. What part of that don’t you understand?”

The man’s mask of patience cracks. He mutters something low and harsh under his breath, then reaches for the woman’s arm.

Natasha is already moving.

Her hand snaps out, fingers clamping around his wrist before he can touch you.

“She said no.”

Her voice is quiet, but the threat laced beneath it is unmistakable. She shifts subtly, positioning herself just enough to cut between you and the man.

But you don’t shrink behind her like she expects.

Instead, you step in beside her. One hand glides to rest at the small of her back, fingers brushing the leather of her jacket with unshaken calm.

That catches her attention. The angle of her jaw shifts in suspicion.

But before she can examine you further, the man sneers at her.

“Mind your own business—ah!”

He cries out in pain when Natasha twists his wrist, sharp and controlled. It’s not enough to break anything, but it’ll bruise. Her face doesn’t flinch as she meets his eyes.

“This is my business now.”

She turns slightly toward you, ready to tell you to go, to let her handle this.

But you’re already moving. You pivot smoothly, heel turning just enough before your elbow drives neatly into his ribs.

He doubles over, the wind knocked from him in one clean hit. Before he can recover, you step in, hooking your leg behind his and sweeping him down with practiced elegance.

He crashes to the pavement, groaning.

Natasha blinks.

She wasn’t expecting that. The lines she’d drawn—civilian, protector—blur instantly.

Maybe you didn’t need saving. Maybe she got involved too soon.

Then your hand grabs hers.

“Come on!” you urge, already pulling her forward.

There’s no time to ask questions. Not with the club door slamming open and multiple additional shouts echoing faintly behind you.

Natasha’s instinct kicks in a beat after her mind. Her fingers tighten around yours as she matches your pace, then overtakes it, naturally slipping into the lead.

Together, you dart down an alley, weaving through shadows and empty side streets. She crosses the road without looking, moving like muscle memory is all she needs.

The adrenaline hasn’t worn off by the time she finally slows, stopping in front of a sleek black motorcycle parked neatly at the curb.

Your hand slips from hers, and Natasha instantly feels the loss of your warm touch against her skin.

You’re breathless, grinning as your fingers trail along the leather seat with an almost curious awe.

“This yours?” you ask, glancing up at her.

Natasha nods, pride flickering in her expression. It’s quiet. Earnest. This isn’t just a vehicle—it’s hers. One of the first things in her life she’s chosen. Not earned through obedience or mission reports.

Just hers.

You hum softly, your gaze shifting into something unreadable even for Natasha, as you reach into your pocket.

The soft jingle of metal makes her spine stiffen.

She narrows her eyes as you dangle a familiar set of keys in the air.

Her hand darts to her jacket pocket. Empty. Her glare sharpens as she realizes what happened.

You flash her a grin, infuriatingly calm.

“You really should keep better track of your things.”

She steps toward you instinctively. The air around her crackles, half-warning, half-challenge.

But you just tilt your head and take a step back, holding the keys out of reach with a taunting ease.

“Mind giving me a ride, stranger?”

She should be annoyed. Honestly, she should just take the keys from your hand and leave from what is clearly trouble.

But instead, Natasha pauses.

The chill of the night presses in again. So does everything she has been feeling—the uncertainty, the doubt, the ache of not knowing if she’s made the right choice, by joining SHIELD, by trying to be someone else.

And here you are. Grinning at her like a dare.

Offering her another decision to make.

She huffs a laugh—quiet, surprised, almost disbelieving. And maybe, in that moment, it’s the clearest she’s felt all night.

Natasha reaches for the keys again.

This time, you let her take them.

“Get on,” she says.

And for once, Natasha doesn’t need to know where she’s going. Only that, for now, she’s not going alone.

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

She was right.

You were trouble.

After the two of you sped off into the night, Natasha didn’t ask where to go. She just drove.

Your arms had slipped easily around her waist, your chin resting comfortably on her shoulder, so natural that nothing about your touch felt uncomfortable. There was a relaxed confidence in your hold, like the chaos you left behind didn’t bother you in the slightest.

The city stretched around you, lights glittering like a thousand open windows into lives that made more sense than hers. Cars drifted past in flashes of red and gold. Music spilled from passing stores and venues.

Even this late, New York refused to sleep.

She weaved through it all, carving her path through the noise.

Then your voice, low, warm, and far too close, broke through the wind and into her ear.

“Stop near that park up ahead for me, would you?”

Another suggestion disguised as an option. She caught the subtle tilt in your tone, the way you made things sound like it was her choice.

And yet...she still chose to turn off the road.

Now, she leans back against the railing of the bridge that cuts through the heart of the park, arms crossed, watching as you balance along the narrow ledge that runs beside it. Water sparkles below, black and still, reflecting the city lights.

You walk the edge like it’s nothing. Like a fall wouldn’t mean a thing. Arms behind your back, gaze light, steps easy.

“You’re not from around here, are you?”

Natasha tenses slightly. The question is not threatening. It’s casual more than anything. Still, instinctively, she considers brushing it off with a lie.

But then again, she didn’t come to this city just to start another life built on falsehoods.

“Just moved here,” she responds evenly, not a lie but also not the complete truth.

You stop, pivoting on the thin concrete strip with effortless grace. That grin of yours appears again, sharp and knowing.

“Russian, right? Your accent’s subtle, but I can still hear it.”

Her eyes narrow. Not many people notice that. Not unless they’re listening closely.

Too closely.

But you don’t back off. You keep walking the ledge, turning your attention to the stars she can barely see above the haze of city light.

“What brings someone like you to a place like this?” you ask, tilting your head slightly at her. “And sticking your head out for a complete stranger? Trying to be some hero?”

Natsha doesn’t answer this time. Silence wraps around her like a second skin.

You’re too observant, too casual with truths that cut a little too close. It’s not your charm that unnerves her—it’s the fact that she can’t get a clean read on you.

You don’t press at her silence. You just keep walking, and somehow, she finds herself moving after you, drawn forward by something she’s not sure she understands.

“Let me guess,” you say. “Looking for a fresh start?”

That lands too accurately.

Her step falters.

You don’t even look back. You just keep talking, your voice calm and sure, like you’re reciting a story you already know the ending to.

“Life didn’t go the way you thought it would. So now you’re here, hoping maybe this place will help you figure out who the hell you’re supposed to be.”

Natasha stops.

And you do, too.

You turn around slowly, meeting her gaze across the short distance. Your head tilts.

“Am I close?”

Her jaw clenches, but she says nothing.

Your smile curls again—quiet, not smug. Like you already know the truth.

You drop into a seat on the ledge, your legs dangling over the water below. The wind toys with your hair as your eyes drift to the skyline.

Natasha studies your profile.

The way your posture is loose, but your eyes are full of ghosts. Something about you doesn’t match the ease in your smile.

Before she realizes she’s speaking, the question slips from her lips.

“What about you?”

You turn to her, the shadows in your gaze vanishing instantly behind your grin.

“Me? I’ve been here all my life. Family’s rooted here. Generations deep. Not much reason to leave.”

There’s a softness to the way you say it.

But underneath, she hears it—the heaviness. The quiet resignation.

“That doesn’t mean you have to stay.”

The words are out before she can stop herself.

Your smile shifts—tilting wry and bittersweet. You wave her closer.

And without thinking, she steps forward.

Your hand lifts, hovering near her face.

Then your fingers gently brush a lock of hair behind her ear as your eyes search hers, and Natasha freezes at the way you look at her, like you can see her entire soul with just a simple gaze.

“You’re the one who should go,” you murmur.

She frowns, confusion flashing across her face.

You shift over the ledge and stand, and the space between you evaporates. Your bodies nearly brush, your breath ghosting against her skin.

Your hands come up, cradling her cheeks now with the lightest touch, and her heart kicks hard against her ribs.

“Contrary to what people say,” you whisper, “this city isn’t built for new beginnings.”

“Why’s that?” Natasha asks, but her voice is softer now.

You lean in, your lips nearly touching hers.

“Too many temptations.”

And then you kiss her.

Natasha freezes for a heartbeat, caught in the gravity of your touch.

But then—inevitably—she responds. Her hand slips around your waist, her mouth pressing back against yours with slow, consuming heat.

The kiss deepens as you part your lips for her.

Natasha leans further into you like she can’t get enough of your touch.

Her breath catches as your fingers trace the line of her jaw, your other hand curling around the back of her neck as she presses you to the ledge, your mouths moving in perfect, fevered sync.

But then—

You smile against her lips, a slow curve that draws Natasha’s suspicion immediately before you suddenly pull the both of you backward.

The world flips.

Her gasp is swallowed by the rush of air and adrenaline, and then cold crashes over her like a slap.

The lake envelops you both, icy and breath-stealing.

She breaks the surface in a flash, sputtering, turning in the water in search of you, hair slicked against her cheek as she glares murderously in your direction when she finds you nearby.

You’re already laughing, wading through the chill with a grin that could melt glaciers.

“What the hell was that for?” she snaps.

You shake your head, water dripping from your lashes.

“You looked like you needed to cool off.”

Natasha stares at you—utterly soaked, half-livid, half-stunned—and then, despite herself, her lips twitch.

It’s infuriating.

You’re infuriating.

And it only makes her want you more.

You’re both still damp and breathless when the two of you stumble through the door of her apartment.

Her temporary home, courtesy of SHIELD, is impersonal and minimalistic in every detail. A bed, a couch, a kitchen stripped of personality.

But right now, it’s all she needs to have you.

You barely get the door closed before she pushes you against it, her mouth crashing into yours again with wild, wet urgency. Her fingers fumble with the hem of your shirt, and you’re tugging at the zipper of her jacket, laughter mingling with the soft drag of mouths and gasps.

Boots thud against the floor. Socks abandoned. Shirts peeled off with impatient tugs. The slap of fabric hits the ground in quick succession as you trail backward down the hall, bumping into walls and doors, breathless and ravenous.

By the time you hit the bedroom, her damp tank top is somewhere on the floor and your jeans are half undone.

You push her back onto the bed and crawl atop her, straddling her hips with soaked denim clinging to your skin, your hair dripping trails along her collarbone.

Natasha looks up at you, chest rising and falling, eyes darker than the sky outside. Her hands grip your thighs like she can’t decide whether to pull you closer or flip you beneath her.

But then your hands find her face, cupping her jaw as you lean down.

Your voice lowers into a whisper that brushes her lips again like a warning wrapped in want.

“I told you,” you murmur, “too many temptations.”

Your mouth claims hers again.

This time slower, deeper.

Natasha melts into it. She knows she should think about this more carefully, but she doesn’t, not because she’s careless, but because something in her wants to choose, choose this.

Just for a night.

Just long enough to forget who she was.

To forget who she’s supposed to be.

And with you—unpredictable, wild, impossible—you make her feel like she can.

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

The sound of the front door slamming open rips Natasha from sleep.

Her eyes snap open, instincts kicking in before full consciousness. In one fluid motion, she rolls off the bed, her bare feet hitting the floor without a sound. She reaches under the bed frame and pulls the hidden pistol from its holster just as the bedroom door bursts open.

A gun is already aimed at her.

Natasha’s own weapon comes up instantly, sights locking onto the intruder.

Both women freeze—each assessing the other in a heartbeat.

The woman across from her is statuesque and lethal. Jet-black hair pulled into a tight, no-nonsense ponytail. Sharp features. Her lean build is wrapped in dark tactical wear. Her stance is textbook—controlled and efficient. Professional and deadly.

“Where is she?” the woman demands coldly, voice like ice.

Her eyes flick briefly across the room, noting the bed, the rumpled sheets, and Natasha’s lack of proper clothing.

But her focus remains unshaken, locked squarely on Natasha with military discipline.

“Who the hell are you?” Natasha shoots back, steady, despite the way her heart drums against her ribs.

The woman’s expression doesn’t shift.

But then the bathroom door opens.

Both women’s attention pivot, eyes tracking the movement.

You step out, casual as anything, still towel-drying your hair.

You’re dressed in her clothes, Natasha realizes—one of her oversized T-shirts hanging off one shoulder and a pair of shorts that fit just a little too well.

You pause at the sight of two guns drawn but don’t flinch.

Instead, your voice cuts clean through the tension.

“Vivienne. Stand down.”

The black-haired woman—Vivienne—doesn’t move. Her grip on the gun doesn’t shift, her posture tense with controlled fury. Her gaze flickers to you, then back to Natasha.

You sigh, stepping forward, slow and deliberate, until you’re between them.

Right in the line of fire.

“I said,” you repeat, firmer now, “stand down.”

Natasha’s grip falters slightly at you standing before her gun, but she doesn’t lower her weapon yet. She watches the other armed woman for her choice of action to your command.

Vivienne’s jaw ticks. Her eyes slide between you and Natasha again, and this time she really looks.

Her expression darkens as she registers your state of dress, the mussed sheets behind you, the intimacy written all over the room like fingerprints.

She knows. She doesn’t say it. But she knows.

The silence stretches thin, tight like wire.

Then, finally, Vivienne lowers her weapon. Slowly. With visible restraint.

She holsters it with a practiced motion, but the tension doesn’t leave her frame. It’s etched into every line of her body. Her eyes never leave Natasha.

You nod, calm but commanding.

“Wait outside. I’ll be out in a minute.”

Vivienne stares for a beat longer, a final flick of icy disdain aimed Natasha’s way—silent judgment and thinly veiled resentment—and then she turns without a word and disappears through the doorway.

The door clicks shut behind her.

Only then does Natasha lower her gun, though she doesn’t relax.

Her breath leaves her in a slow exhale. She doesn’t look away from you when you turn back to her.

“You want to explain what that was?”

You pause for a second like you’re considering it. Then shake your head softly.

“No.”

You walk to her slowly, barefoot and still damp, the shirt hanging off your frame as your eyes find hers.

“I told you,” you say, voice quieter now. “This city’s not made for clean slates.”

Natasha doesn’t say anything.

Your hand reaches up, brushing a strand of red hair from her face with a surprising tenderness. Then you lean in and press a soft kiss to her mouth—chaste and final.

“I hope you’ll make the right choice.”

You pull away before she can say a word, leaving only the scent of her own shirt on your skin and the ghost of that parting kiss as you step out the door.

Natasha stares after you, lips parted slightly. She is still gripping her gun like she hasn’t fully decided if she should follow or forget you.

There’s something dangerous about you. Reckless. Elusive.

But she can’t deny the way you’ve gotten under her skin.

What kind of person are you really?

The ring of her phone cuts through the silence.

She tears her gaze away from the door and fumbles for the device on the nightstand.

“Barton,” she answers, voice still edged from the adrenaline.

“Where are you?” Clint’s voice filters through, calm but puzzled. “Briefing started fifteen minutes ago.”

Natasha glances at the clock and swears under her breath.

“I’ll be there soon.”

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

Natasha sits rigid in the glass-walled conference room at SHIELD headquarters, posture straight, eyes forward, but the reprimand from across the table pierces straight through her composure.

“You’ve got some guts, Romanoff.”

Director Fury’s voice cuts through the room like a knife, calm but heavy with disappointment.

Agents passing by outside slow just slightly, casting curious glances through the transparent walls at the newly turned agent earning a lecture from the director of SHIELD himself.

“It’s your second week. Second.” Fury’s eye narrows. “You think you can show up whenever it suits you? You think that’s how you prove you belong here?”

Natasha says nothing. She doesn’t flinch. But her silence is tight, clenched in her jaw and the slight twitch of her fingers resting on the table.

Seated beside her, Clint leans forward with a half-sigh, trying to diffuse the tension with a flicker of charm.

“Come on, Fury—cut her some slack. She’s still adjusting. And plus, you weren’t exactly here at the top of the hour either.”

Fury’s gaze snaps to him, unimpressed.

“That’s Director Fury,” he says flatly. “And unless you’ve got something helpful to add, I highly suggest you don’t speak right now, Barton.”

Clint lifts both hands, backpedaling with a wry grin.

“Just offering context.”

Before the moment spirals further, Natasha finally speaks, her voice firm and low.

“It won’t happen again, sir.”

Fury studies her—long enough to make her wonder if he believes her—then finally straightens, rolling his good eye with a huff.

“It better not. Not if you want to stay here.”

With that, he gestures to the far end of the room.

“Agent Hill. From the top.”

Maria Hill steps forward smoothly, placing folders before Natasha and Clint as she begins the briefing.

“These are the files for your next mission. There’s a shipment coming in—”

The conference room door bursts open with a loud slam.

“You.”

The single word ricochets through the glass like a bullet. Natasha’s eyes flick up sharply, immediately recognizing the man storming into the room.

It’s him—the aggressive one from outside the club. The one you’d refused to go with.

Except now, he’s wearing a SHIELD uniform.

“Agent Grant,” Fury says slowly, brows lifting. “You’re not scheduled for this meeting. Step outside and wait your turn.”

Grant doesn’t move. His eyes are locked on Natasha, brimming with restrained fury.

“You don’t get it, sir,” he growls, stepping closer. “This woman ruined everything. I invested months of setup in this op, and she blew it all to hell in one night.”

Clint’s posture stiffens beside her. He starts to move, but Natasha subtly reaches out under the table, brushing her fingers against his arm to stop him. Her gaze remains cool and even as she regards Grant.

“Explain,” Fury commands flatly.

Grant drags his eyes off Natasha, jaw tightening.

“I’d just been assigned with the target. Working as her bodyguard. I was this close to learning more about the family’s operations. Then she—” he gestures angrily toward Natasha “—intervened last night. She took the girl, and I got fired for losing track of her.”

Fury turns to her now. “Is that true?”

Natasha folds her arms.

“I didn’t know she was being watched by SHIELD. It looked like she was being harassed. I stepped in.”

“And you left with her?”

Natasha nods once.

Fury’s tone sharpens.

“What did you two do after that?”

“We went for a ride. Talked.”

“That’s it?”

Natasha hesitates, her mind briefly flashing with the memory of you under her before turning away and mumbling under her breath.

“Among other things.”

Fury’s expression doesn’t change, but his eye drops to the faint purplish mark peeking out from the collar of her shirt.

A bruise just barely visible against her skin.

“You slept with our target,” he states flatly.

It’s not a question, so Natasha doesn’t dignify it with a response. She simply stares back.

Fury turns sharply toward Hill.

“Pull the file on Grant’s operation.”

“Sir—” Grant protests, already catching on to where this is going.

Fury ignores him as Hill taps at her tablet, sending the information to the room’s display. It flashes on the screen behind her—surveillance shots, field notes, timelines. And you.

Natasha’s eyes land on one of the many images and stay there.

You’re leaning against a railing, hair tousled by the wind, half-smiling like you know something no one else does. The candid ease of the photo of you disarms her, and Natasha forgets, for a second, that anyone else is in the room.

“Months,” Fury mutters as he scrolls through the report. “Months of effort. Asset placement. Surveillance. Of just trying to get someone close enough to her. And you…”

He glances back at Natasha.

“You did it in one night.”

Natasha’s jaw sets, and a flicker of unease tightens the corners of her mouth at his implication. Still, she meets his gaze without blinking.

“That wasn’t the point.”

“It is now,” Fury counters.

He tosses the physical file onto the table. It lands with a dull thud, opening to papers and photos spilling in front of her.

“Congratulations, Agent Romanoff,” Fury says coolly. “You’ve just been assigned your first official solo undercover op.”

Natasha’s brow furrows, caught off guard.

“Wait—what?”

Fury nods toward the file.

Natasha glances down. Your photo stares back at her again. She reads the line beneath it, heart skipping once.

Target: Y/n Manfredi.

Daughter of Silvio “Sivermane” Manfredi, the current head of the Manfredi Family and leading contender to take control of the Maggia crime syndicate.

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

a/n : new series release even though I probably shouldn’t 😅 but this has been sitting in the drafts for so long that I just need to get it out so I don’t have to keep thinking about it.

This one’s connected to Chasing Shadows which is technically considered to be the prequel. And I just want to give a heads up about the series, it’s gonna be a little complicated because the story’s going to weave between two timelines, jumping between the past and the present. If it ever gets confusing, I'll add some sort of indication or label in the future.

Thanks again for reading!

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an-gelicsiren

8 months ago

Y'all, I cannot stress this enough: you can manifest without doing anything at all!!!

Seriously! I mean it.

If you have a hard time manifesting or just need a reminder how easy it is, I advise you to keep reading

I used to have a really hard time manifesting. I would do so many things and still, not one result.

Obviously this was extremely frustrating for me and I felt helpless and lost.

So I kinda stepped back from the manifesting scene and just eventually detached.

Then one day, I was looking for corsets and I really wanted one so I added it to cart on an online shopping app and decided to leave it there until I'm able to purchase it. Basically setting an intention to get it

The next day, I went back to school shopping and I saw the EXACT type of corset I was looking for in the mall!!! It was so much cheaper too

After that, something in my brain chemistry changed, knowing I'd finally manifested something. All it took was a thought and light intention

After I realised that and accepted how easy manifesting is, I've manifested countless things, but here is just a few:

• meeting a celebrity (this one took only a few hours too. Seriously)

• weight loss

• shifting experiences

• dozens of online friends

• my best friend

• my partner (took 3 days)

• new clothes!! (Yesterday actually)

• travel trips

Etc etc.

All most of these took were intentions set in my mind.

For example, with the celebrity meeting, I had travelled somewhere and then I thought "omg. How have I never met someone famous? This is actually not slay. Manifesting immediately" or something along those lines then I just let it go and completely forgot about it. A few hours later, there's commotion at our tent then my dad comes to our table, walking and chatting with an athlete who's quite famous, introduces him as his good friend (my jaw dropped) then yeah... We took a few photos with him and he sat with as for a while before going.

So moral of the story? ALL YOU NEED TO MANIFEST IS YOUR THOUGHTS AND INTENTION

Try it!!

You don't have to affirm.

You don't have to lie to yourself

You don't have to visualise

You don't have to try millions of methods

You don't have to do anything you don't want to!!

Just know your desire, set an intention, and detach

Feel free to comment or DM me if you have any questions!!

Good luck! :)

what is the shifters small neighborhood?: a place between your worlds, where you can stop there and reside in a comfortable waiting world with other shifters, where you can interact with them, be your own person, and find out newer things!

P.S// i decided to take one of the zones off, there wasn't much to do with it, so Thirteen is out of the way :)

the layout/ map:

now, there 5 zones in this world, and one main one that is the center of the neighborhood, the heart of this place, where every shifter can meet, have our fairs and ceremonies, help each other and such, the center is called "The shifters main."

now, the 5 zones are divided by each of their own aesthetic and world, buckle up traveler, we will have a very long journey explaining each and how it is.

ZONE ONE : THE EVERDAWN VALLEY

"where time moves like honey."

an enchanted valley near the forest where fairies and animals roam, the comfort of it's life and the quiet nights to dance under the stars, rivers and pretty rains and meadow fields that shine under the sun.

the features of this place:

The Golden hours: a time where the dawn comes by is the most magical part of the day, grasses shimmer, fairies sing, just when the beautiful sun rises down with it's rays, a moment of pure peace.

The East River: a river that flows with the purest cold water, a perfect place for a gentle way of sinking your feet in, or just to sit by and watch it stream.

The talking animals: the furry friends there can talk! they are local and love to roam the place, sometimes could advise you and are really sweet, leading you to the right path if you are ever lost.

The Fairies: small little helpers that love to harvest flowers for their homes and uses, they love to talk, and certainly listen well.

The deepest and most comfortable sleep: want to actually sleep so good for once? in here we have sleeping cottages especially for those who don't reside there, but would like a deep sleep.

The local valley market: a market abundant with every nature's best fruits and foods, crafted at it's place and is open whenever you need.

The Memory Field: a field with endless flowers, each picked flower will show you a memory from your DR that you want to see.

The valley's tea party: a garden where we can meet up and have sweets and tea while we chat about our DRs, and who there would like to be the owner of the Valley's tea party?

ZONE TWO : THE NULL

"where future meets itself."

a cyber futuristic place, where technology is at it's prime, here you can do your favorite activities ranging from any sport, or to simply access whatever you want.

the features of this place:

The static room: a room where you can sit and see every part of your journey through a tv and a remote control in your hand.

The athlete instructors: we got cybernetic people here that are especially trained to help you with your desired activity, train here and work out if you like, the neon zaplines and games.

The Gaming Arcade: a full on arcade for people to meet up here, food served and gossips and prizes.

The downtown city streets: the best part during late night food and memory markets here, stroll through the exciting city where locals welcome you with the best food known to land while the vehicles swarm over your head.

Neon therapies: a place where you can talk to your assigned therapist, to pour your heart out for nothing and helped through any trauma or damage you have accidentally brought back from any DR.

The Folder: a place where you save every script of any of your DRs, can be accessed and changed anytime, and don't worry, it is safe and locked by your own password protected by the highest security.

The Cyber Hotels: where your room will be here if you are not a resident in this zone and don't have a house and just want to visit.

Borrow center: You can "borrow" powers and any ideas for you scripts here, it is the best place to get infinite ideas without AI.

ZONE THREE : THE LUMINAL LAGOON

"where the watershore meets the sunny sand."

a sunny and happy lagoon, clear water by the ocean and mermaids to talk with, hibiscuses on the sand where you can pick them up and weave them into a crown, ask the sirens their stories and they'll say so, run in the water and back.

the features of this place:

The water has a mind on it's own: the ocean water is like your friend, it honestly looks like what it is in Moana, y'know? the calm cold foam of the water, never to drown in, it will float you up when you swim, and bonus, you can breathe underwater and see under the sea with the fishes, and another fun fact! ask the oceans questions and it gives you answers.

The Seashell shore: a shore with tons of pretty seashells, you can ask the mermaids there to make you a necklace! they'll do so while telling their tales.

Luminal's Sunset: famous for it's way of the sun setting, the orange hue over the water, the ocean calming, the people in a comfortable haze, and a way to rewind.

The mermaids and mermens and the sirens: creatures of the water, charming people of the ocean, they can lead you to play underwater, they can help around, and consider the mermaids to be as your own best friend, they love to gossip and braid your hair, while the sirens love to come up at night.

The night Bonfires: every once a week we will hold a safe bonfire in the beach and invite everyone, having a good time and of course, each of their dances, a place to reconnect with the shifters.

Palm-shaded hammocks: need to sleep cozily? or just need somewhere to sit and watch the beach? these hammocks in the palm trees are your best friends, coconut juice topped with pink umbrellas, seagulls flying, enjoy and lay back.

The boats: want a row? we have boats and cruise ships there for parties on the ocean, safe and calm every once a while.

Late night stargazing: lay back in the sand when the night comes and watch the stars and galaxies while we can talk and help each other through our lives, tell each other who we really are and what we really do.

ZONE FOUR : THE SKYFALL ISLANDS.

"where the rocks float in the sky."

a cozy place where islands are on the clouds, streams and water fall from there to the ocean in the Luminal Lagoon, you have birds and flying friends there, a place where Sakura flowers waft every day there, gently falling over by the soft wind.

the features of this place:

The April Lane: a lane full of the cherry blossom trees and it's petals flowing, each cherry blossom has it's meaning and their words are written on their tree bark for you to read.

The hot air balloons: if you're worried how to go up and get down, there are hot air balloons to do so! simply step in and step out whenever and it'll automatically get you there.

automatic Lesser Gravitation: you'll glide instead of jump to get to other islands easily, no need to fear falling!

Weather controllers: tap the clouds for rain and snow whenever needed! it is something you can easily do so, just jump on it, you can also travel on the skies with the fluffy edible clouds. (EDIBLE- YOU HEARD?)

The Nimbus spa: best self care in the whole shifters neighborhood, need something to relax back? let yourself be treated for once.

Cloud parties: parties on cloud! where sweets and games like tag and anything close can be played there.

Tea shops and japanese-inspired stores: want a feeling of bliss and happiness? go through here and walk the quiet stores, locals waving cheerily at you and their crafts to amaze you, this is the best market for self crafts and furniture or anything remotely close for your cozy home.

The Cloud-Whisperer: a cloud child which once you pay him a slice of strawberry shortcake, he'll tell you how each person from your desired reality currently feels about you.

ZONE FIVE : THE CORNER

"where chipped statues lay."

a comfort zone where the high minds lay, libraries and coffee shops, central schools of shifting and so much more, great minds here can study, write their DR scripts comfortably and use their minds to study quantum physics.

The ARS: best at their subject of shifting in this learning academy, called the ARS, which is short for the Academy of Reality Shifters, a place where your curious mind can rest and learn at the hands of the best professors and teachers.

Inkwell Coffee shop and endless study places: need somewhere to sit back really? the coffee shops are all quiet, comforting and all there is here is a gentle sound of pitter pattering of rain or something else, you can study for your CR exams here, even your DR exams, or just grab a book from the library and study.

The Endless Library: a spiral library on the street, where every book imaginable on anything is possible, find more realities, you can ask the librarian (anyone who volunteers) there to give you a book based on any word you choose, the books never rip, never tear, and is always in mint condition and can't ever be lost.

Cat corners: a corner where you can literally talk to cats- because why not? pet them, watch them roam the street with you, and they'll show you secrets of this place.

Haunted Lane: a special lane for the haunted people, vampires, and "monsters" alike who are not really monster, but old souls bound here to teach and help around, (no the vamps won't drink your blood dw-)

Late night stroll through the quiet roads: need peace and quiet? this place is the best for thinkers, whenever you want, the place can heighten your intelligence and memory.

The Seer: a wise old woman, ask her anything and she shall give you your answer you need, any question can be answered by her in her large old house.

The DR mirrors: need to see your DR now and what is happening in it? peer through those mirrors that are everywhere in the cafes.

ZONE ZERO : THE SHIFTERS MAIN

the place where everyone meets! has a train there that can take you to your desired reality, fairs and night parties are held there, talks and everything is in here.

so the zones are done! now here comes the rules with it (applies to first person and the person enrolled in this place):

No Homophobia

No Transphobia

No Racism

No Ableism

No Xenophobia

No Fatphobia / Body Shaming

No Sexism / Misogyny

No Ageism

No Classism

No Religious Discrimination

Trauma-aware space — no unsolicited triggering content

No hate speech, slurs, or microaggressions

Respect others’ pronouns and identities

You don’t have to share or explain your experiences

It’s okay to lurk, rest, or just vibe silently

All realities are valid — no reality policing

No “real shifter” gatekeeping

Shifting methods are personal — no judgment

No pressuring others to shift a certain way

Celebrate each other’s progress, even the small wins

No one in this space has bad intentions toward me or anyone else.

Only beings with safe, kind, or neutral energy can exist here.

This space is protected from negative entities, thoughts, and energies.

No one can manipulate, influence, or harm others here in any way.

Everyone here respects each other's energy, boundaries, and privacy.

There is no jealousy, envy, or comparison between shifters.

There is no time pressure — we all shift in our own rhythm.

This space is immune to intrusive thoughts or limiting beliefs.

Any harmful intent dissolves before entering this space.

No one can access this space unless they are aligned with peace, safety, and love.

Everyone here operates from consent, respect, and compassion.

I am always in full control of my presence here and can leave at any time.

This space is energetically clean, balanced, and constantly self-cleansing.

There is no judgment, only understanding and support.

This room exists outside of fear, doubt, and harm.

Time moves in a way that supports rest, healing, and clarity.

Everyone here is conscious of their energy and keeps it peaceful.

No one can read my mind, shift my energy, or access my DRs unless I allow it.

The waiting room adapts to my needs and comfort automatically.

I am always protected, grounded, and loved here.

No one can physically harm or touch me without consent.

I cannot be injured, weakened, or made sick in this space.

There are no physical discomforts — the temperature, lighting, and atmosphere adjust to my needs.

This space is immune to illness, fatigue, and pain.

No weapons or violent tools are permitted in this space.

My body is always well, safe, and comfortable here.

Gravity, air, sound, and all physical laws operate in a way that supports my peace.

The environment cannot collapse, change unexpectedly, or glitch in a way that harms me.

I cannot be restrained, trapped, or followed against my will.

No one can read my mind, thoughts, or memories unless I allow it.

Intrusive thoughts dissolve before entering this space.

I am protected from gaslighting, manipulation, or influence of any kind.

My mental clarity is heightened here — I feel focused and calm.

I do not absorb the emotions, energies, or traumas of others.

This space blocks all fear-based programming, negativity, and self-doubt.

There is no judgment or shaming of thoughts, feelings, or experiences.

I am allowed to rest, cry, laugh, breathe — all emotional states are welcome and held.

My personal boundaries are understood intuitively and always honored.

No low-frequency or parasitic entities can enter.

I am surrounded by protective energy that cannot be breached.

Only energies that match my frequency or higher can connect with me.

My aura is shielded, cleansed, and intact at all times.

Cord-cutting happens naturally — I release all energy that isn’t mine.

The room itself is conscious, kind, and devoted to peace.

I cannot be cursed, hexed, or psychically attacked from this space.

Any lingering energy that is not mine is transmuted into light before reaching me.

This space enhances my intuition, clarity, and spiritual alignment.

The air is fresh and exactly the way I like it.

The lighting is soft, adjustable, and never harsh.

Sound levels are peaceful — no loud or jarring noises exist.

There are infinite safe spots: cozy corners, nature rooms, healing pods, etc.

I can summon objects or elements that bring me comfort instantly.

No one can enter my personal space bubble unless I invite them.

The energy of the room naturally heals and calms all who enter.

My body is always safe, comfortable, and free from pain or tension here.

No unwanted sensations, dysphoria, or discomfort exist in this space.

I can adjust my bodily form at will — appearance, gender, energy, etc.

I feel deeply safe in my body and with my body here.

There are no bodily triggers or trauma responses in this space.

My bodily boundaries are felt and honored even without words.

This space is perfectly clean, sterile, and self-cleansing at all times.

All surfaces, air, and materials are free from bacteria, viruses, or harmful substances.

No one carries germs, dirt, or illness into this space.

My body and clothes are always clean, fresh, and comfortable here.

There is no body odor, sweat, or discomfort unless I consciously allow it.

I always feel fresh and hygienically cared for, no matter what.

The environment adapts to my hygiene needs automatically — showers, fresh clothes, oral care, etc. appear when needed.

Cleanliness in this space feels effortless and natural.

There are no unclean sensations, textures, or smells unless I create them.

Waste is nonexistent or instantly disposed of in a safe, invisible way.

I cannot get sick, injured, or fatigued in this space.

My body is at peak health and vitality here.

Any past illness, injury, or imbalance is gently healed while I rest in this space.

My organs, systems, and cells function perfectly and effortlessly.

My immune system is always strong and effective in this space.

There are no allergens, toxins, or pollutants present here.

The air is always clean, fresh, and oxygen-rich.

My skin, hair, teeth, and nails are always healthy and well-cared for.

My body is free from inflammation, bloating, or hormonal imbalances here.

I feel nourished, hydrated, and whole at all times.

All food I eat here supports my ideal health, body, and energy.

Food digests effortlessly and never causes discomfort.

I am always nourished, energized, and satisfied after eating.

My body knows exactly what it needs and I am guided to it intuitively.

There is no guilt, shame, or restriction tied to food here.

My relationship with food is peaceful, intuitive, and joyful.

I can eat freely without gaining or losing weight unless I want to.

Any food I imagine or desire instantly appears, perfectly made.

Meals can appear solo, shared, or ceremonial — whatever suits the moment.

Food can be experienced as visual-only, taste-only, or fully immersive, depending on preference.

There are no loud chewing noises or sensory discomforts unless desired.

There is no pressure to eat socially or explain food choices.

The environment always adapts to my cravings or dietary preferences (vegan, gluten-free, sugar-free, etc.).

Tea, drinks, and cozy snacks appear when emotionally needed.

Only beings with kind, neutral, or aligned intentions can exist here.

Everyone in this space comes with the intention of peace, healing, or rest.

No one is allowed to bring fear, anger, or harm into this space.

Everyone here is self-aware, grounded, and respectful of all others.

No one will attempt to control, influence, or manipulate me or others.

Each person is energetically clean, non-invasive, and in their own lane.

No one can lie, trick, or deceive in this space — only truth can exist.

Every person or being respects boundaries automatically, even unspoken ones.

Everyone here honors consent as a sacred rule.

If someone becomes energetically unbalanced, they are gently guided to rest or step out.

Everyone recognizes each other by energetic signature, not appearance — no one can impersonate.

People cannot spy, stalk, or follow others into personal DRs from this space.

Telepathy, if allowed, is consensual and non-invasive.

Money does not exist here — all needs are met instantly and abundantly.

There is no government, system, or ruling body — this space is self-governed through shared energetic respect.

There is no capitalism, no ownership, and no scarcity.

Everything in this space is shared freely, without transaction or obligation.

There is no hierarchy or power imbalance — everyone exists as equals in their own sovereignty.

Time is fluid — there are no clocks, deadlines, or expectations.

There is no pressure to be productive, useful, or impressive.

There is no war, conflict, or politics here.

No media, advertising, or propaganda can enter this space.

There are no systems of control — only alignment, freedom, and peace.

There is no competition — only individual expression and harmony.

No one is “above” or “below” anyone else — all beings are respected as divine.

Laws of the outside world (physics, legal systems, social norms) do not apply here unless consciously invoked.

anything else the shifter decides to add in their mind can already be added automatically.

oh my god my hands-

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an-gelicsiren

3 weeks ago

꒰ 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗍 : 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 ! ꒱ ๑ ۫ ִ ࣪ ₊

꒰ 𐙚 ꒱ 𝓅𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗋𝗎𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗇𝗈 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝗂 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 , 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 ?

꒰ 𐙚 ꒱ 𝑜𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 ; 𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎

꒰ 𐙚 ꒱ 𝓎𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈 , 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗎𝗅𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 , 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖻𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎

꒰ 𐙚 ꒱ 𝒾𝗍’𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗇𝖾𝗒 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌 , 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍-𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖾𝖿𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝗑𝗎𝖽𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗎𝗋𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗂𝗇 ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

꒰ 𐙚 ꒱ 𝓎𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 , 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗎𝗇𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎

꒰ 𐙚 ꒱ 𝓉𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗎𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌 , 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝖽𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆

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an-gelicsiren

4 weeks ago

𓏵PLACES TO SCRIPT

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an-gelicsiren

2 months ago

Relationship extras to script ─ ♡

↳ #01 ～ Your love languages bend for each other. Even if you weren’t one for words before, somehow they come easier when they’re for them. Even if they weren’t one for touch, their hands always find their way to you. It’s instinct, it’s natural.

↳ #02 ～ No matter how long it’s been, how many places you’ve seen, or how much the world has changed, the place where you had your first kiss always feels untouched by time, as if the very air remembers.

↳ #03 ～ Wherever you go, the world makes room for you. The last two seats in a sold-out restaurant, the perfect spot on an overcrowded beach, the free bench under the prettiest cherry blossom tree—places rearrange themselves as if they were always meant for you to take them.

↳ #04 ～ People around you begin to believe in things they didn't believe in before - in fate, soul mates, something greater than coincidence. Because the way you've found each other, the way you exist together, is impossible, but undeniable.

↳ #05 ～ There is no version of this life in which you don't meet. There is no timeline, no parallel existence, no alternate reality in which your souls do not end up colliding.

↳ #06 ～ You always pick things up at the same time. A funny smell? You look at each other before either of you can say it. A good song? Both of you hum the same part under your breath. It's as if your brains are tuned to the same frequency.

↳ #07 ～ No matter how long you’ve been together, they still catch themselves looking at you like they did the first time. They can’t believe they get to have this, to have you, to wake up to the kind of love people spend their whole lives searching for.

↳ #08 ～ Even the animals seem to understand your bond - their cat/dog always settles in between you on the couch, strays follow you a few more steps and even the birds seem to come closer when you sit together in the park.

↳ #09 ～ The first word they said to you - no matter how common - has a way of repeating in your life. An announcer randomly says it, a book you open falls on a page where it’s written - it always comes back to you (or vice versa).

↳ #10 ～ When you both stand near mirrors, your reflections always seem slightly closer than you actually are; as if even reality itself can’t separate you completely.

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an-gelicsiren

8 months ago

Hate seeing some LOA or shifting bloggers (or just in generel ppl from both of these communities), saying how powerful we are and how we can control EVERYTHING, but also saying limiting bullshit that comes from this reality. Yes you can script that your relationship with your s/o is perfect and there are no fights or whatever makes you feel bad about it, IT'S POSSIBLE. And I don't want to hear some annoying bitch saying how it isn't love anymore if that's the case. YOU WILL ALWAYS BE THE ONE WHO DEFINE THINGS. I don't care how much of a experienced shifter or experienced person you are in general, if you believe that you have to suffer to call it "life", then so it be, but do not tell ppl that it's the only truth and a universal law istg.

little bit of a rant bc I'm sick of it.

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an-gelicsiren

3 weeks ago

masterlist: manifestation methods☆*: