Neptilius

someone took shiro's spot :'(

002; 'my life would suck without you' sequel

synopsis: after your huge fight with jack he does everything he can to make you feel better

The argument played in your head as you stared into space. You knew you overreacted and you wanted to take back everything you said but it was too late.

Tears pricked your eyes and you lazily pulled your comforter over you hoping it would shield you from all your problems.

A knock met your bedroom door and all the anxiety you felt before struck through you.

"Y/n can we talk?" You heard jack's muffled voice through the door call out to you.

You laid there in fear but you knew it was better to talk it out now than later.

"Come in." Jack came right in with no hesitation and shut the door behind him.

"Listen..I know you've been feeling- you don't know what I've been feeling." You cut him off.

"Your right I don't. I really, really don't.." he inched closer to your spot on the bed.

"Remember when I was having trouble writing lyrics for the album and I didnt feel like going to the studio?" Jack asked you.

"Yeah. That happened more than once." You chuckled tiredly and sat up on the headboard of the bed.

"And you always showed up for me. Now I would really love to show up for you if you'll let me." You took his hand and softly caressed the ring on his finger.

"I'm not going anywhere y/n. Your stuck with me." He smiled and caressed your tear-stained cheek.

"Why are you being so nice to me? I've been fucking awful to you." You asked as you leaned into his touch to hide the tears that threatened to spill.

"I can handle it." You smiled and gave him a soft kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Hey I got you something." He gave you a bag of kfc which made you look up at him with a pout on your face.

"My life would suck so much without you jack." You laughed and pulled out the items he got for you and him.

summer for me, - love, beatriz

I love your writing! Just one thing about the most recent concept: breast milk doesn’t have a spoiled milk taste. It’s sweet! Taste like a heavily sweetened almond milk. Babies would not drink it otherwise lol.

Can last at room temperature (77°F or colder) for up to 4 hours. In the refrigerator for up to 4 days. In the freezer for about 6 months is best; up to 12 months is acceptable.

thank you for educating me on this! before I wrote it i looked up how it would taste and the answers i got were similar to what you said.

HOW I MANIFESTED MY DESIRED APPEARANCE (success story)⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🎐

so manifesting my desired appearance in full took roughly 2 weeks, also this post is pretty long bcuz im not gatekeeping anything, im giving u guys the full story, the full scoop on how i did it so here we go...

some things that i remember doing was, before going to bed i'd either read what my desired appearance looks like (i wrote a list bcuz me as a person, i LOVE writing things down) and i'd read that list before bed like it was fact.

or if i didn't have the list with me, when i was the state akin to sleep i'd talk to myself (ik it sounds weird but its natural for me so it worked) and i'd be like "ik for a fact that i am (fill in the blank)" or "ik for a fact that i have (fill in the blank)"

and i'd just say it to myself, or sometimes when i'd shower, for every part of my body that i'd wash (i separated it into sections) and for each section i'd talk about an aspect of my appearance as though it was from someone else's POV. for example, part of my desired appearance was a difference in hair texture so i'd say "omg honey's hair is SO long and glossy". like i'd talk thru someone else's pov ABOUT my appearance in either a tone of admiration, envy, or indifference.

even if i didn't see movement a couple times or got discouraged, i went back to what feels RIGHT and thats affirming for me.

some key statements i used :

i know for a fact

i have my exact desired appearance bcuz im god and i said so

another thing that rly helped me was visualization, i was living PURELY in my imagination, completely in my head. i was REAL delulu. i have a vision board on pinterest that was SO helpful for me.

when i saw things in the 3d that didn't please me i completely disregarded it, and when i tell u COMPLETELY, i completely dismissed anything that i didn't like, or that didn't sit right with me.

another little exercise that i liked to do was actually bcuz of a bad habit. so i have a RLY bad habit of checking the 3d but i used it to my advantage. my habit was that every morning the first thing i'd do is go and look in the mirror. when i manifested my desired appearance what i'd do, is i would go to the bathroom mirror and tell my subconscious what i see. so my logic behind this was that since the subconscious didn't have any eyes i could tell my subconscious that i had the head of a unicorn and it'd believe me 💀. so i would talk to my subconscious and tell it what i saw. "i see an angel skull" "i see rly rly long lashes" "i see waist-length hair" etc etc.

i went to the end and i BASKED in it. moral of this manifestation story :

persist regardless of what u experience with ur 5 senses

time is an illusion so forget about it

dont settle for less than what u seek

go straight to the end and bathe in it bcuz u can't try and be something that u already are 

failure doesn't exist

apply

big head

authors note: just a lil sum sum for my man since i haven’t written anything for him in a while 🤗 + blurb is inspired by this pic

“jack please back away from the screen before your big headed ass goes cross eyed.” you told him as you sat on the couch watching your tv show.

the side eye he gave you was almost as bad as yours, “what show you watching?”

“vanderpump rules.”

“what’s it about?” he said purposefully dragging his feet across the floor to annoy you, watching as he plopped down on the spot next to you, before laying his head on your thigh, on the large couch placed in your living room.

“boy, you’re not about to interrupt me while i’m watching my show.” you said glancing down at him.

he smacked his lips as he sat up, resting on his elbow, “first off,” he said fully sitting up. he held his finger up by your face as you just looked at him. “and second of all, girl, i can bother you all i want.”

you laughed and moved his hand out of your face, “okay, you’re not about to bother me while i’m watching my show.” you said reaching for the remote, but not before he lays his entire body on top of you.

you started laughing as you just laid there, “you need to get off me.”

“nah, cause you think i’m playing with you girl.” he said, his kentucky accent noticeable.

“you must think this is a game huh.”

“y/n, swear to god, you push me off this couch i’m taking your ass with me.” he warned you, you knew he’d do it if he wanted to.

nothing but silence momentarily filled the air, “that’s what i thought.” he said before getting off you, you quickly tried to lightly kick him, but he moved out the way in time.

he swiftly, in one move, slapped your ass as the smack echoed loudly. you screamed as your hands quickly came to the spot to cover it.

“got that ass! next time you try and hit me, it’s gonna be something completely different.”

“whatever, just be lucky my foot didn’t connect.”

“whatever my ass y/n, you’re just mad cause you can’t get me back. i’m too quick.” he said as he shrugged.

“jack, baby, shh. thank you! i love you stink!” you said, turning up the volume to the tv.

How I manifested (crazy) physical changes

Physical changes — probably one of the most manifested topics everywhere. Hey, we've all been there:

"I hate how I look! I am so ugly!" - everybody, from time to time

But you don't have to worry; everything is possible, even the most radical, crazy physical change ever. Look at me, I am literally the living proof of that. And, the thing is, it is so easy it almost sounds unreal.

Here we go!

It all started like, a couple of months ago. You see, I used to have the worst self-esteem problems, mostly because of my chubby cheeks and my big, hooked nose. I used to literally avoid looking in the mirror because I started crying. Again, I think you'd be lying if you told me that you never, ever, felt that way. Well, the thing is, I was sick of crying and feeling bad. Back then I didn't have all the knowledge of the law I have now, but I still did it; it was the easiest thing I've ever done.

•••

So, not wanting to wait another day, I picked up my phone and took pictures of myself — feeling sick just by looking at them. I sent those hideous pictures to my tablet, and I started working (just know, if you haven't got a tablet for digital art, you can just use some random app in your phone or laptop that allows you to modify photos).

Now, let me tell you, what I did was crazy — I was laughing so much while doing it... I took the infamous golden ratio for faces and modified my face in the picture to match it. When I was done, it looked like I just had all the possible plastic surgeries in the world; but then it was time to get creative! — modify everything to your liking; I drew in longer eyelashes, darker eyes, slimmer cheeks, everything I wanted. I repeated the process on my side profile.

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By the time I was done, I looked at the pictures and actually recognised myself. That was really me. The new me. Enough crying, old Pía, just stare at those photos.

And that's it; I stared at those photos every time I felt "ugly" and, in the end, I walked around and felt like that girl. The new Pía; the most beautiful girl I've ever seen with my own two eyes. I looked in the mirror every now and then, and I remember thinking to myself:

"What's in there is not true. I am the girl in those photos"

And the 3D has no other choice but to rearrange itself at my own, free will

Remember that the next time a single doubt arises.

have fun and take care!

satoru being obsessed with your postpartum body— kissing your stretch marks, his big hands cupping your swollen breasts and tweaking your puffy peaks, cupping the plush fat of your ass and worshipping your new curves the baby gave you and he’s wondering why he didnt knock you up sooner. buys you the tightest, prettiest sundresses for you to wear when ya’ll go out and his hands dont leave your body ONCEE. he’s just all over you as your shopping, buying food, etc. you can’t be mad when he slaps your ass and fingers you in the passengers seat right? you just look too good. you having to scold him when his mouth is latched onto your mounds drinking your sweet nectar as you lazily ride his cock and milk him for filth. “save some for the baby- nng.” you whine. but when does he ever listen?

why did they let her dieeeee! i was really rooting for good!beatrix and they fucked it all up 😞

at least I’m trying

I’m so glad that there’s more Jack writers, it’s been so long!!!

ikrrr i used to be so active on here, especially my old acct. but im in my active era rn