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bodydoublegame · 9 months

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hello! it's amy! if you follow my personal account, you'd already know what this is. body double is a side project that i do for fun inbetween infamous, just for when i need to refresh my brain! i decided to make a blog for it so i don't flood my personal account with this game lol.

This game is a side project that I do when I need inspiration for Infamous. That means development on it will be sloooow. Infamous is my main priority right now!

Body Double is a an interactive story that takes place in a cyberpunk inspired world where top secret operatives of an elusive Cypress Industries have the unique ability to jump bodies.

Agent Sawyer is the best Agent in the business, tasked with protecting Cypress Industries and all of its assets.

Until three weeks ago.

Framed for the president's murder and in a last-ditch effort to save their ass, they switch bodies with our regular, ordinary IT-tech MC...who is now walking in the body of a suspect the entire city is looking for. Stuck in a citywide manhunt, MC is now on the run with a pesky Agent who refuses to tell them where their body is. To make matters worse, Agent Sawyer's subconcious is stuck in their head, speaking to them like a pest MC can't shake off.

Wonderful.

With a help of a host of characters from Sawyer's past and MC's present, MC will have to throw themself in a conspiracy to clear Sawyer's name and get back to normal. Relatively. No pressure.

The usual IF stuff: customize your mc from personality to appearance. Unsurprisingly from me, BODY DOUBLE is a character driven story with a focus on relationship dynamics, angst and drama...but this time with action.

Mold Sawyer in the prologue and be stuck with them in your head for the rest of the story. Are they humorous? Stoic? Vulgar? Emotional? Arrogant? You decide.

Romance characters like Sawyer's ex (messy) or the human-mech hybrid trying to kill you (messy) or your measly IT tech friend who has no idea what the hell is going on but they're a trooper. Or an AI. Your call.

Try to uncover a conspiracy and solve a murder in a cyberpunk setting.

Don't die?

SAWYER [RO][customizable]: the agent accused of murder. The wires get crossed when they switch bodies with you, and somehow you have their subconcious in your head. They refuse to switch back until you help clear their name even though you're in their body, which means people are after you now. Asshole move, really.

ROACH: Sawyer's twin brother and perpetual hermit. As a hacker, he has eyes all over the city. He also misses his sibling, so he's determined to see it through.

AGENT BECK [f or m] [RO]: A cool and intimidating fellow Agent of Cypress Industries...and Sawyer's ex partner. Sawyer dumped them, broke their heart, and since then, ghosted them (as one does.) With that said, Beck is determined to help you. And them. Just make sure to try to ignore the longing looks they send your way. It's not towards you, of course.

CAI [RO] [f, m or nb models] : Cypress AI or CAI is Sawyer's former field partner. Honest, cold and emotionless, you can't believe CAI is actually helping you. It must be going against their every makeup to go against Cypress, but having someone like them on your side is beneficial, at least.

HAWKE [m][RO]: the mech-human hybrid tasked with hunting you down. Well, hunting Sawyer down. Their one mission is to see you (Sawyer) dead, which poses a problem so as long as you're in this body. So there's that.

SOLANA [f][RO]: the elusive club owner...and the last person to see the president alive. You can't tell if Solana is an ally or an enemy, but you do know the one thing that drives her is power. Good to keep an eye on her, anyway.

AXL [nb] [RO]: the wealthy child of the now dead president and new heir of Cypress Industries. They hate your (Sawyer's) guts. They have hired all the best operatives and assassins to take you (Sawyer) down, and will stop and nothing to get their justice. If only you could convince them otherwise...

MAV [f or m] [RO]: your best friend and fellow IT employee. A trooper, who decides to be your sidekick on this weird...journey. No biggie. Make sure they don't die.

As usual, BD is 18+ for adult themes, explicit language, suggestive situations, violence and more! <3

#interactive fiction #interactive game #interactive novel #cog #cog wip #dashing don #choice of games #Keyboard still broken ignore the typos !! lol

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buwheal · 24 hours

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I'm sorry, Spamton. I know you won't believe me, but I'm sorry we hurt you.

#GOD this fucker corrupted my gif again.#Ignore the page is missing im not gonna fix it. Hes looking at the paper. its just uhhh out of your view #made this one up on the spot lmao i dont have many inbetweens planned... if its not up to par to the others thats why #i wish i did do inbetweens but i only have the main ones planned #btw usually when he asks stuff like this he's looking for a response (im looking for a response. me.)#thank you anon oh my goooooodddd you were my descending angel while looking for an ask along these lines #this ask is perfect. Not too overcomplicated. nothing that would set him off. Short and sweet and to the point but its got nice impact.#in this context at least. I rlly needed it lol.#some were.. too much and some were really half assed apologies that go immediately back to asking him stuff LMAOOO #Guysss work with me here im actually trying to guide you to really apologize to him #[you've got mail!]#spamton #spamton g spamton #deltarune #deltarune spamton #deltarune chapter 2 #Ill fix the inside of the dumpster later. its not to scale goddamnit.#Typos in his speech are on purpose to clarify lol #spent a damn hour fixing the gif. grrhhhhh....

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1343-40 · 9 days

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the hockey au fic is 20k words long now and shows no signs of stopping so to.. bemoan celebrate it here's yet another snippet lol

also i keep calling it hockey au fic but it has a title - it's running out of guts to spill. from this absolute banger which everybody should listen to

also an obscene amount of this fic is porn which.. is whatever. i didn't plan for that. these guys just can't stop fucking ig

Gale just can’t get used to it, even though deep inside he’s always known there was…something there, some kind of potential. He would deny it if asked, but John’s chirps made him want to smile more often than not. He could never help himself but talk back, and maybe to a more observant eye he was obvious—taking any excuse to skate past John’s net, putting a little extra into his shots at the net every game John started in, answering questions about John during post-game media he could’ve ignored or been more careful about with his wording. That fucking goal back in 2019 that Gale, too, could never forget, because it was pure manifestation of his desire to get under John’s skin as much as John got under his.

Gale doesn’t think sex between two guys who are just teammates is supposed to feel like this. Maybe at first it did, back in the hallway. It would have been incredibly easy to write it off as blowing off tension and frustration from the season, the bittersweet giddiness of winning that game, the left-over adrenaline from the fight and whatever complicated feelings John was battling with, watching Gale lose his shit. Hell, it could have been something as simple as taking the opportunity to hook up with another guy you know for sure is gagging for a cock in his mouth.

Whatever it could have been, it wasn’t, in the end.

What it was—it was John kissing him with an irrefutable intent, it was them touching each other like the both of them had been yearning for it for months on end, it was Gale’s tears and John’s unbidden affection.

It’s Gale letting John spoon him and kiss his neck, it’s Gale lying there, mind and heart racing, as he listens to John’s quiet snoring.

It’s Gale realizing he’s fucked up, because if John leaves him in the morning, if he acts like they’re friends after, Gale wouldn’t be able to collect all those pieces of himself John had so deliberately picked apart, into a shape that could even closely resemble a human.

#clegan #buck x bucky #gale cleven #john egan #hockey au #also gale cries yeah lol oops #ignore if there are any typos #roogts tag #ww2 yaoi #mota

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jayninjago · 9 days

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Reunion (part 1 probably)

#im probably going to continue making small comic strips to explain important parts in the au because i dont want to make #text posts about it #ignore any possible typos thank you #mxt #jay tag #traitor jay au #ninjago spoilers #<- to play it safe lol

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warmblanketwhump · 8 months

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By any chance can you do prompts on a neglected sickie?

@sicktember 2023 day 1 - hopelessly bad at self care

A's hand fumbles with the amber bottle as they try to read the medicine's handwritten instructions—does that say to take every 3 hours? or every 8?

Their vision swims, and they feel themselves sway and tilt against the pantry wall. They've been standing for too long again, the weightless feeling in their body signaling that they need to lay down immediately. But they also can't bear another minute without some measure of relief, even if they know the home remedy will only make a slight dent in their symptoms.

A coughs and pulls the blanket tighter around their shoulders with a shiver. They're not sure what hit them. Last night, they were feeling a bit off, unable to get warm by the fire and battling a scratchy throat that wouldn't go away no matter how much tea they drank. This morning, they'd awoken burning with fever, body wracked with aches and chills, and an agonizingly sore throat.

It's awful timing, since B was away on their annual trip and wouldn't be home for three weeks. Meaning that A was now solely responsible for both keeping their homestead afloat and themselves alive.

A usually relishes in the fact that they live several miles from the nearest village or neighbor—no extra noise, no nosy neighbors or intruders, sweeping vistas and tall pine trees to hide amongst. But now, the lonely days stretch out ahead of them, with no help in sight, and A can't help but whimper a little at the thought.

Come on, A thinks to themselves. You can do this. Just take things slow.

Glacial would be a better word to describe their movements. After slipping two capsules under their tongue, they move along the wall, stumbling forward until they fall back onto their bed and scramble to pull the blankets close around their body. They just needed a few minutes to try and warm up while they made a mental list of what they needed to do.

Feed the animals.

Change their straw.

Repair the barn door.

Bring in extra wood.

Sweep the floors.

Make some sort of excuse for dinner.

The thought of doing all that made A's body ache. But they had no choice. It was what they had to do.

They just needed a minute to rest...

The minutes in bed flash by, and suddenly A realizes that they've been in bed for far longer than they anticipated. A glance at their pocket watch reveals that it's mid-afternoon, and they silently curse themselves for letting the day get away from them. It would already take them ages to get everything done, and they'd lost so much precious daylight during their accidental nap.

Ignoring the pounding in their head, they stumble towards the coat rack and wrap themselves in their winter jacket and a thick scarf. It's only a mild fall day outside, the breeze crisp under a cloudy sky, but the cool air sinks through all the layers prickles goosebumps on their feverish skin and makes their teeth rattle.

A blinks and realizes they're somehow in the barn, with no memory of walking there. Before them lie the bags of feed, too heavy to lift like usual, so A's reduced to transporting feed in half-full buckets to the waiting animals, over, and over, and over, because that's all they can carry. In their feverish delirium, they swear that even the pigs are looking at them sideways, wondering what they're doing out in the barn in their state.

The outdoor chores are done in a haze, edges of A's vision blurred by their pain and fever, body shaking from head to toe. By the time they get to the last animal, the only thing A wants to do is go back inside, sit by the fire, and sleep—forget changing the hay or making repairs There's more to do, of course, always more to do, but they just can't. It's not even a matter of desire—A's calculating how much energy they've spent out here and how much they need to get back inside, and the numbers just won't add up to one that keeps them upright for longer than 10 minutes.

The last animal to feed is their beloved horse. A's feet drag as they pull the bucket toward the trough, leaning on the side of the stall as they haphazardly dump the contents in. As they attempt to stand back up, another wave of dizziness hits them, and they stumble and fall against their horse's shoulder.

The horse, to their credit, doesn't startle. In fact, they turn toward A, nuzzling their soft nose into A's shoulder. A lets their feverish forehead rest against their horse's shiny coat, trying to steady their breathing and hold themselves together, willing themselves not to cry. And the horse lets them, breath ruffling their hair, as if to say I know. I'm here. Take your time. After a few moments, A's reoriented enough to stand up. The barn door would have to wait, and so would the fresh hay—they just don't have it in them today. So they stumble out of the barn and back out into the yard.

The sky is already darkening as A makes their way back to their cabin, through the door. After shedding their coat and wrapping themselves in a flannel blanket, they collapse in the chair, the soft colors of the firelit room blurring in their vision. The chores had been too much, far too much, and now they're trembling with cold, thoroughly chilled and somehow achier than they were this morning. They hug their arms close to their body and rub at them weakly, praying that the warmth of the fire will even slightly revive them.

A craves soup, or even just a hot broth to ease their throat pain and warm them up, but the entire idea of standing up to get ingredients is an impossible task. There's half a loaf of bread left in the breadbox on the table, and A settles for tearing off a corner. The cold, coarse bread is painful against their throat, and they swallow and wince. They know they need food, they know, but it just hurts. Everything hurts.

What would B do, if they were here to care for A? A pushes away the ache at the thought of how much they miss B, trying to sort through to find the essentials. Medicine, A had managed. Rest? Well, who could rest when there was work to be done? Tea? Ah, there was something they could manage. Boiling water was as passive a task as you could get. They just needed to build up the dying fire—

The fire. A's eyes flit to the empty wood box, and their heart sinks as they recall one of their chores for the day. Fill the wood box.

For the first time that day, a tear slips down A's cheek. It wasn't enough that they were aching, exhausted, wrung out. Now, unless they gathered wood, any notion of heat to help them fight through a night of feverish chills evaporated before their eyes.

No. I can't be cold all night. I can't. The thought of a sleepless night shivering in bed awakes something in A, and they stand back up almost reflexively, swaying like a great tree in a storm, stumbling towards the door, not even grabbing their coat as the fever addles their mind.

Just a few logs. Even a few will help you be warmer tonight.

But as they step out into the dark, cold night, the woodpile stretches and warps in their vision—first it's 10 paces away, then 100, then right in front of them, then 10 paces back. A blinks once, twice, and before they can even cry out, they collapse to the ground in a boneless heap, swept away into unconsciousness.

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When A wakes, they don't realize where they are at first. They're aware of a strange heat across their midsection, and an unfamiliar ceiling above their head. As the room comes into focus, there's a stranger tending an enormous fire in a great stone fireplace, their back turned to A.

Where....where am I? Blinking twice, they stare down at the pile of quilts they're buried under. The top one is the patchwork one from their old bed, but everything else is so strange—none of this makes sense—

"Ah, good. You're awake." The shadowed figure rises from their place by the fire, a soft smile on their face as they sit on the edge of A's bed, placing a cool hand against A's forehead. Despite the cold that still clung to their bones, A relished the feeling against their burning skin. "Had me worried for a spell." The puzzle pieces click into place—this is C, their neighbor from down the road. But how...how did C know?

"Wh-what....how'd I...." A can't get the words out.

"Your horse ran up my road, nearly scared me half to death. I figured he must've jumped a pen or slipped past the gate."

The gate. In A's feverish delirium, they must've forgotten to close the gate, and the horse had gotten out.

C rises from A's bedside, walking over to a stove where a small pot bubbled. "When I came to bring him back, there wasn't any smoke coming out of your chimney. Came around back, and there you were, sprawled out in your yard like a rag doll." C shakes their head, stirring the pot with a wooden spoon. "Burning up something awful, and shaking like a leaf, too."

Heat floods A's cheeks at the thought of being found in such a state. Yet they can't push away the sheer relief of being found, of no longer being paralyzed on the cold, hard dirt. But even now, they feel the deep cold in their bones, and they shudder and reflexively curl toward the heat source—a hot water bottle, they realize.

"I'd've kept you at your own house in your own bed, but I didn't know where you kept any of your goods—and I didn't want to have to leave you there all by your lonesome anyways. So I wrapped you up and brought you back here. I'll take care of your animals, of course, but you can stay here until you're better, which will be a few days out, I'm afraid."

C stops stirring and pours something into a clay mug, and brings it back over to A's bedside. "It's my mother's old broth remedy. Not sure how much it really cures, but it helps to warm the bones and ease the aches a bit."

A feels the lump in their throat rise—it was too much, needing C to take care of them. And yet they were so, so tired, and so, so grateful that they were. Despite being surrounded by comfort, they could tell their illness was worse, the chills rippling through their body like icy water was being poured over their limbs. No doubt accelerated by my multiple excursions outdoors. A eyes the mug, and feels their eyes well up again—can I even manage to hold the weight of it—

As if C can hear their feverish thoughts, they curl an arm behind A's shoulders and ease them up on the fluffy down pillows, then cradle A's head as they tilt the mug towards their lips. "Easy now. Just a couple sips to start."

The broth is just short of heaven—simple, yet with hints of lemon and herbs and some other spice they can't identify. And so, so warm.

A manages to drink nearly the entire mug's worth, but the effort saps all their remaining strength, and they slump back into the pillows, eyes too heavy to stay open.

They should say thank you. They should say anything to communicate their gratitude to what C's done for them, how scared they were. They force their eyes open to try and express everything that's swirling around in their head, but all that comes out is a whimper—and hot tears that suddenly pour down their cheeks, unchecked.

"Hey, hey now. You're alright. Just rest now, you're in good hands."

A feels a hand course through their damp curls, and it's as if all the tension melted out of their body, and they sink down, deep into the sleep of someone who knows in their soul, that they're safe.

#sicktember 2023 #sickfic #cold whump #sickfic whump #hurt comfort #caretaking #hey hey hey look who's writing again!!!#resisting the urge to edit this #otherwise it will take four months for anyone to see this lol #so ignore the typos

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incorrect-the-terror-quotes · 1 month

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#the terror #the terror amc #cornelius hickey #john bridgens #coldboys poll #coldboys poll r1 #please ignore the typo lol

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indecisive-dizzy · 1 month

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I love Latter Pillar so much you don’t understand i adore him have have some headcanons for him

Daisey literally pulls Howdy BY THE ANTENNA and makes him give Latter a hug. They like Latter, he’s sweet. But him being dramatic sometimes gets on their nerves

Daisey and Lizzy do partake in the Latter teasing, but they usually shut it down if it gets to mean (Latter protection squad say what)

Latter and Eddie besties real, Latter reads his poetry in the post office and Eddie just listens while doing his mailman duties

Honey’s mean to him, but secretly like his poetry. He thinks it’s so bad it’s funny

He runs a poetry club, he’s made a few friends from it too :3

Lizzy loves her brother, she really does, but she cannot stand to hear his bad poetry. She send him ads for poetry lessons and he gets sad about it

Also randomly put in but I love those little bee kids (I don’t know their names :,) ) they look so cute I love them

Latter has 6 arms me thinks, idk if that’s confirmed lmao

I’m mentally I’ll and that update destroyed me so I’m focusing on Howdy’s dramatic, flamboyant brother :3

The Howdy's nephews (the cater-bee children <3) are Howdo and Youdo! I can't remember if its one "o" or two tho haha

But yes Latter is just,,, he's so,, Soo ajdhjssj <3 I love him and his silly dramatics and bad poetry

Forcing siblings to hug is hilarious! I should know as a Certified Annoying Sibling Who Likes Hugs >:3 so good Daisey lol Howdy needs to hug his brother

Lighthearted teasing is fun, and I think if Latter was genuinely friends with whomever he'd go along with it, maybe do improve poetry to tease them back dramatically pff

Yeah you think Howdy would be upset that his brother is friends with the mailman? Bc Latter and Eddie besties Is real and in your home <3 They could write each other letters when it's not the holidays and Latter send Eddie his poetry for approval bc Eddie is too nice to say it's bad <3 (cough Latter getting a crush on Eddie? whaaaatt cough)

Howdy secretly enjoying things feels on brand lol. but him enjoying it for the wrong reason (so bad it's funny) is hilarious

Sorry but my oc CJ would be apart of Latter's poetry club <3 They're friends now Speaking of the poetry club, I imagine they do slam poetry and Latter is really bad but trying his best lol

Not the Poetry Lesson ads 😭 sobbs why she gotta do him dirty like that sjdbsjdhj lmao

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fourteenthz · 2 days

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VIERAPRIL 22 - MERCY

From/for: the warrior of light Thesa

#vierapril #vierapril 2024 #ffxiv viera #ffxiv oc #ffxiv #5.0 spoilers #6.0 spoilers #wol posting #hello................ sorry for the long post........ i lov her so much u guys...........#she is learning you see..... to be forgiving with herself and with others..... she got this.#I really like some of these and I hate others but seat of sacrifice forced me to do that angle so we ball #i was starting to feel meh abt vierapril and bc of this one i'm excited again hehe i'm going to miss thinking abt this!!#maybe it's bc my creative juice is coming back lol anyway HER HER HER #also if that's a lot of writing in the post so if there are typos IGNORE IT english is weird.

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cleostoohot · 2 years

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𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬 🐈

what is a mental diet when it comes to manifesting? a mental diet is when you pay attention to your thoughts and flip thoughts that go against your desire/thoughts you no longer resonate with. the better you are with canceling out those thoughts, the faster your desire comes to fruition because you don’t have those opposing thoughts taking such a toll on you.

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𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

i absolutely love this one. try to catch the thought as fast as you can and flip it. don’t even finish the thought. don’t give that bitch a chance. this one is so effective because it quickly trains your mind to not even think what’s being canceled anymore. early in my manifesting journey i did this. on the first day my opposing thoughts were so bad but by day 2- the opposing thoughts decreased by 60% not even exaggerating. i had lost an inch off my waist too (i was manifesting my desired body)

𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝟑𝐱

i seen this on @babygothprincess‘s page. i think she created the technique herself. i’m not going to go too much into detail since she already did in her post. but, whenever you have an opposing thought, you flip it 3 times. example:

“i’ll never get the $500😔- wait the $500 is already mine. i always attract money easily and effortlessly. i’m so happy i got $500”

“𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧…”

this one is gold too 🙌🏽! if you ever think a thought from the ‘old’ reality, follow it with “i remember when blah blah blah” lemme just give y’all an example lol.

“why tf my ass so flat😒- i remember when i used to think my ass was so flat but now i’m thick as fuck!” i 💙 the i remember when technique because you’re treating the old story as a memory meaning that’s not how it is anymore, you have your desire now!

“𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠…”

my very own😌 i did a whole post on it here 🤲🏽 so i’m definitely not going into detail rn lol. long story short you just affirm “regardless of everything, _____” after.

“why isn’t my hair getting any healthier 🤧- nah regardless of everything i already have healthy, luscious hair” or “regardless of what i think or see, i have the hair i desire”

𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

i thought of this technique earlier this year and hyler actually made a video on it too. for some reason people were hating on hyler for bringing this technique to the internet but… i mean you’re literally gaslighting yourself into having your desire??? it’s better than gaslighting yourself saying you’re delusional and could never get your manifestation-

“i hate how tall i am😥- bish what? why tf did i even say that, i’m literally short as fuck. almost everybody i meet is taller than me what was i thinking?”

𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

if you’re going to do this, i recommend doing it along with at least one of the techniques listed above. this is kind of like just a cherry 🍒 on top. at night or when you’re about to go to sleep, revise your day with affirmations like:

“all my thoughts were aligned with my desire”

“i’m so proud that i only had positive thoughts today”

so on and so on. the past is so easy to change since it’s really just a memory kept alive by you. so when you’re telling yourself that you only thought the right things, that’s what you will get evidence of. highly suggest doing this in SATS.

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this post is kind of dry and messy i’m sorry lol. but i got a lot of better stuff planned after this post so just bare with me ok? 😃 i’m new to dis ian true to it just yet 💀

#law of assumption #manifesation #manifesting #neville goddard #ignore typos or incorrect grammar lols 🫥

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