𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠

12:45am — gojo satoru ;

“cute earrings, where’d you get them?” shoko asks.

“hm?” still clinging to sleep, you absentmindedly reach up to caress the metal dangling from your ear. the sharp indents of its gem pricks you back into a memory. “oh, these. i got them from a friend last week.”

“friend? or do you mean boyfriend?”

shoko’s words are throwaway, her wandering eyes and yawn a clear indication yet your face warms despite yourself. shaking your head furiously, you exclaim, “a friend! just a friend."

shoko hums, shifting her cigarette to the other end of her mouth. her gaze flickers somewhere behind you and you almost look too, when her words pull you back. “come to think of it, i don’t think you’ve ever told me what your type was.”

“my type?” your mind blanks. “i’ve probably never told you because i’ve never thought about it myself. i mean, being a jujutsu sorcerer and all, romance is kind of off the table.”

shoko keeps looking at you, pressing you without words. you grimace and sigh.

"i mean, i guess, maybe someone good looking? someone who’s not boring? and now that we're talking about it, someone who is fit and athletic too. they'd have to be smart, but not book-smart, like, street-smart." the more you think of it, the more words seem to spill from your mouth. "and someone who has a good sense of humour, someone who will make me laugh.”

“someone good looking, interesting, sporty, smart and funny? that’s too greedy.”

you giggle. “you’re right, there’s no way there’s anyone that perfect. i guess i’ll have to be single forever.”

“you'll always have me.” shoko says, grinning.

you push her shoulder but don’t deny it.

yaga walks into the classroom, cutting your conversation short. you spin around in your seat to face the front, eyes accidentally meeting gojo’s. he turns around too, and you reason that he was probably looking out the window behind you. you see getou snicker and whisper something in his ear, but gojo seemed to be having none of it, blatantly ignoring him.

seeing his face makes you think. didn’t gojo kind of match your type? someone attractive, interesting, athletic and maybe not academic smart, but he definitely carried an air of confidence when it came to fighting. and it wasn't a secret that he lightened the air wherever he went, intentionally or not.

with a start, you look back at shoko. “and someone calm. someone with manners.”

“well-mannered and calm. what insane preferences.” shoko chuckles. “are there any more?"

yaga slams his hand on the table a few times, reluctantly drawing your attention back to the front.

your previous conversation dies and twiddles away into the background, overtaken by droning lectures and predictable missions. by the end of the day, you can't even remember what you had told shoko early that morning.

when you enter the classroom the next day, you’re surprised to find gojo already there, seated at his table. his sunglasses hangs lower on his nose than usual and most curiously of all, a book is held in his hands. you’re not sure if he’s actually reading or not considering that pages were being turned far too quickly for someone reading “ordinary objects” by amie thomasson.

his eyes flicker to yours as you head in. “good morning.”

“morning. what’s with you?”

gojo clears his throat. “what ever do you mean?”

your frown transitions to a grimace. “why are you talking like that? did you break something of mine? was it my potted plant, gojo i told you to take good care of it!”

“i am taking care of it! it’s not dead yet!” he exclaims before pausing uncharacteristically. he sits back in his chair and turns back to his book. “i mean, it’s fine.”

“you sure?”

“i am.”

you narrow your eyes before looking away, dropping into your seat. “it better be. shoko got me that one.”

“speaking of shoko, is she not coming today?”

“i think she stayed overnight at the morgue.”

“is that so? perhaps i should write notes for her. i wouldn’t want her to miss out on class.”

you turn to him horrified. “so you did kill my plant!”

“i said it’s not dead!” gojo bursts. another pause. he clears his throat, adjusting his glasses. “i simply worry for her.”

you stare at him and watch as he fidgets under your gaze. “are you feeling sick? did you eat something wrong?”

“i’m not sick. what part of me looks sick?"

“well you’re usually not this…” you watch him as you wrack your brain, trying to find a word to describe this situation. “c…”

gojo leans forward. “yes?”

“crazy.”

he falls back in his chair, groaning, book forgotten and placed harshly down on the table.

you tilt your head. “where's getou, you guys didn’t come to class together? don’t tell me you fought.”

gojo peers up and frowns. “no, can i not show up to class early just because i feel like it?”

“it would be extremely out of character, yeah.” you rest your chin on your hand as you watch gojo mutter to himself, his jaw jutted out and his nose scrunched.

he was clearly unhappy, it didn’t take a scholar to know. it might take a genius to figure out why though.

you had time to kill, might as well take up the challenge. maybe he hadn’t had his morning dose of sugar yet, or maybe his favourite anime had delayed it’s upcoming episode. maybe he didn't save properly on the new game he was playing, or maybe he simply didn't sleep well last night. or maybe he had lied to you and he had fought with getou, leading to this strange attitude.

the more you thought about it, the more it made sense. the way he was acting now was like a mockery to getou's usual behaviour.

“are you trying to be like getou?” you try.

gojo whirs around to face you. “what?”

“well, you’re trying to be composed.” he keeps staring at you and you clear your throat. “like more well-mannered. more calm.”

gojo remains silent but you watch as his jaw drops. you think that he might say something but then his mouth closes, only to open again.

gojo speechless, what a sight. but as good of a sight as it was, you were beginning to feel concerned.

“are you sure you’re alright? what did you eat yesterday?”

he doesn’t register your question. “you think getou is well-mannered?”

“yeah?”

“and calm?”

you nod. “more than you, at least.”

“do you think he’s interesting too? sporty? smart? funny?” he pauses. “good-looking?”

the questions throw you off guard and you sit up. “what? where is this coming from?”

“oh my god, you do.”

“no? i mean, i think getou’s great and everything—”

“you think getou’s great?”

“don’t you?”

“you think getou’s hot.” he concludes. “and you think getou’s great.”

"what are you even saying?"

"i don't know. why don't you tell me?"

baffled, you flail for words. “are you jealous of him? that's strange, i didn’t think either of you would ever feel jealous of each other.”

gojo grits his teeth and looks away. with a pout, he says, “me neither.”

the door to the classroom is thrown open and getou steps through, rubbing the back of his neck. he yawns on his way to his chair and it wakes him up, looking between you and gojo as you both watch him enter.

“what did you guys do?” he asks with a sigh.

“nothing!”

“nothing.” gojo says and glares at him.

getou blinks.

“okay.” he says slowly, sliding out his chair and sitting. “what did i do then? why are you both looking at me like that?”

“gojo’s being weird.” you snitch. “are you guys fighting?”

“how should i know? i thought we were doing okay. gojo, if i did something, use your words and tell me.”

"i'll use my words to tell you to suck my dick instead."

"so i did do something. you're so predictable, gojo."

you snicker as gojo huffs and glances away, looking away out the window behind your head. his train of sight cuts right past you but you can’t help but feel slightly flustered as he looks on, almost like he was looking at you, so determined to ignore getou’s pestering.

subconsciously, you drown getou out too, your traitorous mind observing the blue in gojo’s eyes. you had always thought it was just one colour, but looking at it now, it seemed more like a kaleidoscope of blues, the many shades sparkling and dimming as he watched birds flutter outside the window, and you watched their shadows through his eyes.

something shifts, in the air or in the skies you don't know, and gojo meets your eye. startled, you hold the gaze and he holds it too, just long enough for your lungs to run out of air.

you look away hastily and inhale.

gojo glances to the front, oddly fidgety.

getou looks between the two of you. “what the fuck was that?”

“nothing.” gojo says.

getou clearly doesn't buy it but though he tries to get an answer out of you, you don't give him one either. cupping your cheeks, your thoughts mirror his question. what was that? it was embarrassing, that's what it was and your realisation is only heightened as a silence fills all four corners of the classroom.

gojo clears his throat. “for me, i like someone who i'm already comfortable with. someone i already know.”

at his words, you look over at him and find him already staring. he frowns as you don't give him any other reaction.

yaga saves you from addressing his statement, walking into the room as the bell for class rang. "oh? you're all early, even you gojo. where's shoko?"

“she’s staying at the morgue because of the recent mission.”

“i see.” yaga nods. “then let’s start.”

your mind fails to work as you turn over gojo’s words, thinking them through. what did they mean? what was he talking about? did this weird confession have something to do with why he was acting so strange?

slowly, you draw connections between your conversation with gojo and the talk you had with shoko yesterday morning. an epiphany shoots through you and you cover your mouth to hide a gasp.

did that mean…?

someone he knew? acting strange? getting mad when you said you liked getou?

you watch gojo’s side profile, hoping he’d turn around. if what you thought was right, he’d turn.

seconds tick past. yaga’s voice drawls on and yet gojo doesn't even spare you a glance.

no, maybe you were wrong after all.

just as you were about to face yaga again, gojo’s head shifts and his eye flicks over to yours. they widen when he finds you, and you’re sure you’re in a similar shocked state.

oh my god, you think, eyes darting between him and the other boy in the room.

gojo has a crush on getou.

filler imagine based off of that One scene from the manga: "megane tokidoki yankee kun"

Everyone is talking about how Spotify is making them feel special but I HAVE APPLE MUSIC AND NOW I FEEL LEFT OUT

It’s crazy when your looking for some fluff and you see the title of a piece and it looks like it’s fluff because of the sweet title. Little do you know it’s literally the sluttiest smut fix you have ever layer eyes on.

you know what guys i'm sick and tired.

OF THERE NOT BEING ENOUGH SKZ OR ATZ APOCALYPSE FICS.

do you know how much i love them?? the few ones i have read are THE SHIT. THEY ARE EVERYTHING. like i dont even care if they're zombie ones or just random ones or like anything i just need moreeee. out of desperation i even have a skz one cooking up in my google docs which i will never finish and an atz one cooking up in my brain which i will also never finish but if anyone knows any skz or atz apocalypse fics please lmk I NEED THEM.

idk man maybe im weird and alone in this but reading them makes me go w i l d.

you don't say anything as you push the door to his room open, and to your relief, neither does satan. he watches you from his cross-legged position on the ground, glinting green eyes scanning you over before flickering between you and his bed. you know it's his permission for you to stay, so you bow your head in gratitude before shutting the door behind you and shuffling over to his bed.

you're careful to avoid the stacks of tomes scattered along the ground as you make your way over, gracefully hopping up onto his mattress so that you can rest your back on the headboard and spread your legs out on the bed. all the while, satan watches you with muted adoration, face stoic enough that you might think he didn't care about what you did, but heart racing all the same.

as you settle in, satan takes his cue to move to his bed as well, swiping a book you hadn't seen before from his shelves. the blond stands at the side of the bed, gesturing to you to shift over and make enough room for him to slide in beside you. he throws a blanket over your legs, tugging it so it can cover his as well.

once satan decides he's found the perfect position, he flips the book open to the first page, throat clearing as he prepares to read aloud.

his voice, like a river in the night, is cold, and soothing; flowing and gentle under the low light. your eyes grow heavy, and it's not long before satan guides your head to his shoulder to rest.

satan whispers a soft goodnight into your hair as his fingers trail along your jawline, leaving you feeling like you've gotten lost the clouds as you finally fall asleep.

— void state main resources

i’m gonna share what worked for me and will explain how to use these resources to help the people who can’t focus at all or are having a hard time with their void journey.

1. yoga nidra

what helped me the most in my first time, was a yoga nidra meditation. the intention of yoga nidra is helping your body to relax fully which helps a lot when you wanna enter the void. it’s best if you choose a yoga nidra guided meditation, the only thing you will have to do after the video finishes is affirm for the void and you will fall right there.

this is the meditation i use, it will help u at least in 90% of your process which is the relaxation point.

2. psych-k challenge

this method can be useful for entering and for manifesting in general, it’s one of the easiest challenges out there and it has been uploaded and explained here in tumblr.

read this guide about the challenge.

3. zoning out method

there is another mega easy way to help you, read this post

4. I AM

if you think your subconscious is reprogrammed enough, you can skip all these ways and jump to the traditional way of doing the challenge.

we already know how this works, lay down in a comfortable position. you can either count to 100 and backwards, do a breathing technique or anything that may help you with relaxation. once you’re relaxed enough, you’re gonna affirm things such as: “i am”, “i am pure consciousness” “i am the void” over and over. after some minutes in, you will feel floaty or your surroundings will start fading until you feel in extreme silence and quietness, that’s when you enter the void.

i hope this helps you all. again, these are the methods/ways that helped me enter at least 2 or 3 times in my whole journey.

METHOD TO GET INTO THE VOID STATE OR MANIFEST INSTANTLY.

METHOD ONE(PSYCH K) Firstly cross your left hand against your right and bring it all the way up to your chest. LIKE YOU SEE IN THE PICTURE BELOW.

Then cross your left ankle aganist your right ankle,while doing that,breath in with your tongue touching the roof of your mouth. And as you exhale let your tongue down while whispering "i'm in the void"continue doing that for 3 minutes. Cross your right hand against the left hand and bring it up to your chest,then you cross your right ankle aganist your left ankle,while doing that,breath in with your tongue touching the roof of your mouth,and as you exhale let your tongue down while whispering "I'M IN THE VOID STATE"continue doing that for another 3 minutes,THIS CAN ALSO BE USED TO REPROGRAM YOUR SUBCONSCIOUS MIND INSTANTLY.

METHOD TWO(BRACELET METHOD) GET A BRACELET OR BEAD OR ANYTHING THAT YOU CAN COUNT WITH,THEN COUNT THE BEAD OR BRACELET AND AS YOU'RE COUNTING STAY STILL AND AFFIRM IN BETWEEN THE COUNTING OF THE BEADS,FOR EXAMPLE YOU COUNT ONE BEAD:SAY AN AFFIRMATION BEFORE MOVING ON TO THE NEXT BEAD,SAY DIFFERENT AFFS FOR EACH BEAD,DO THAT UNTIL YOU'RE DONE COUNTING THE WHOLE OF THE BEADS. THIS HELPED ME MANIFEST INSTANTLY.

UPDATE ME AND THEN THANK ME LATER!!!

OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SHARING!! ♡

PSYCH-K is a very interesting method to get rid of limiting beliefs instantly in a deep subconscious level and it also has a great success rate. I'm quite amazed how Rob Williams even came about on this, truly remarkable. And thank you, love, for explaining this to everyone.

THIS IS AN AMAZING METHOD TO REPROGRAM YOUR SUBCONSCIOUS TO TAKE YOU INTO THE VOID STATE INSTANTLY. GIVE IT A TRY!! . ⁺ ⋆

nobody:

Me: randomly dancing the N/S choreo 💀

when you want to learn ballet, but you refuse to be taught unless it’s by a old grumpy lady that used to be the best pro out there and refuses to teach other people the sacred way of ballet because young people taint it and you have to earn her trust and respect before she finally started to teach you and you become the best in the world.

cw. clingy blade & sleepy blade, gn! reader

blade craves your attention throughout the entire day, forthrightly, it's written across his entire facial features— his cheeks flushed warm, lips puckered out and pouty, but his expression ever so soft and practically laced in love.

yet beware of difficulties, one second without your unwavering focus on him and blade begins to slowly develop into a clingy baby, begging for your touch.

you catch the smallest possible amount of translucent tremor in his voice, "come back." he speaks, "please."

and seeing him open his arms for you immediately, so you could lean back into his clothed chest allowed your lips to form into a gentle smile— faintly, yet powerful enough to soothe blade‘s heart.

by the time you slant back into him, you place a couple kisses across his face, knowing that he adores whenever you worshipped or appreciated him in that manner— while, something in his chest suddenly unbuckles together with a slight weakening in the knees, like taking a deep breath of real, clean air after being inside all day or drinking a glass of cold water after waking up from an unplanned nap.

"you know we can‘t stay like this forever."

"hmm, interesting." he feigns innocence, his voice has gone husky as he reached up to tenderly cradle your cheek, "because i think we can."

the attempt to reason with your boyfriend was deemed as futile, that much was obvious to you. blade looms over you before entirely crossing the remaining distance of your frames, needful, circling his strong arms just a little tighter until you‘re fully squished into his warm chest, awkwardly tangled under the silky bedsheets.

there‘s more that catches the eye— the slight mint on his breath, the luscious fragrance around his neck area or an indistinct scent of shampoo in his freshly washed hair.

the effect of noticing all those things turned you tired in the end with your eyes lowering at each of blade's heart beats against your squished cheek. on the night where you had originally planned to engage in other activities, you were gradually forgetting about what you had stated earlier and dozed off into a comforting slumber with the man you so deeply treasured.

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