eddieisashifter

[eddieisashifter]

EXCUSE THE MESS ✶ ASK GAME

౨ৎ excuse the mess is a shifting ask game inspired by frank ocean's channel orange with a focus on your relationships in your desired realities. ﹙ reblog for asks & send emojis to ask ﹚

cw! a few of these questions are less "fun" and more phycological. i completely understand if that's not your cup of tea. take care of yourselves <3

𐔌 . 💫 ⋮ 'BOUT YOU ֹ ₊ ꒱ what do you reminisce on late at night? is it a person you had to leave behind? someone who left you? why are you still reminded of that past? are you upset with the memories? do you regret them?

𐔌 . 🩳 ⋮ SWEET LIFE ֹ ₊ ꒱ what are the sweetest parts of your relationship with your s/o? all the not sugar-free, tooth-aching sweetness you two share. is your dynamic as simple as grumpiness vs sweetness or is it something more complex?

𐔌 . 🥂 ⋮ SUPER RICH KIDS ֹ ₊ ꒱ is there something in your desired realty that we would think is fantastical or unheard-of but is completely normal there? do you splurge thousands of dollars a day like you're in gossip girl? or fly around on a broomstick?

𐔌 . 🍃 ⋮ PILOT JONES ֹ ₊ ꒱ who is your bad influence? the one person you can count on to be involved with something insane and drag you along with them? have they always been "bad"? why won't you let them go?

𐔌 . ✈️ ⋮ LOST IN THE HEAT ֹ ₊ ꒱ was there a point where you were "lost" in your desired reality? a point where you knew you weren't going the way you want but couldn't recognize the way back? could be physical or emotional.

𐔌 . 🎹 ⋮ BAD RELIGION ֹ ₊ ꒱ what or who do you turn to when you need a safe space? do you turn on your favorite album and sit alone in your bedroom? do you have a friend you know will always be comforting ear? perhaps you take solo walks around your neighborhood?

𐔌 . 🍊 ⋮ FORREST GUMP ֹ ₊ ꒱ who runs your mind? the person you're always thinking about? when you make a joke that doesn't quite land, who do you know would've loved it?

﹙ ordered by track list ﹚ ꕀ would you laugh if i told you one of my least favorite colors is orange...

[eddieisashifter]

the way that i never finish a script before hopping to the next dr 😭😭 like damn girl you were just a doctor, now you’re gonna be a rich island girl. before that, u were a formula one driver, mama slow DOWN. but that’s the fun part of shifting — you get to play barbie and be whatever you wanna be 🙂‍↕️

[eddieisashifter]

I beg to be called my name. to be acknowledged as the person I am, not who people perceive me as. I've had to beg for just the right of being called by my name, not someone else's.

it's exhausting. to so loudly proclaim who you are, yet be ignored. not silenced, no. they heard me. but, they chose to continue to believe what they like about me, what's convenient for them.

but, the moment I shift, the moment I leave this reality behind thats begun to feel foreign and unfamiliar to me, and return home...he'll be there. and he'll call the name I've begged others to call me like a prayer.

and it will all be worth it.

[eddieisashifter]

TYSM you're literally so sweet 😭😭

I will probably ramble some more at some point lmao, I'm incapable of not yapping about my drs

🖋 𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 — ​🇲​​🇾​ ​🇧​​🇪​​🇹​​🇹​​🇪​​🇷​ ​🇨​​🇷​ ​🇷​​🇪​​🇦​​🇱​​🇮​​🇹​​🇾​

❝ever since he was a kid, e.a. crowley has been fascinated by the magic in the mundane. raised in the scottish highlands, he grew up being immersed in the spark that comes from the little things in life. inspired by his heritage, he writes urban fantasy and horror that brings eyes onto the forgotten culture of the scottish highlands. his debut novel, carnegie, was named a #1 new york times bestseller and won the ya book prize uk in 2026.❞

EDMUND "EDDIE" AENGUS CROWLEY — PART-TIME AUTHOR, FULL-TIME CHAOS MACHINE he/they transmasc non-binary 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 18 years aroace queer

ink stained fingertips, vivienne westwood, doc materns, dress pants, button-down shirts, music bleeding out from headphones, unruly curls, pretentious literature student, androgynous fashion, eyeliner sharp as a dagger, makeup like art, chain necklaces, hand-painted punk patches on a trench coat, gothic literature, hozier.

ׂ𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 🖋

𝐛𝐮𝐭, 𝐥𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 . . .

meet eddie crowley

after graduating high school at sixteen, my eyes are firmly fixed on a prestigious on east coast america. i'm only a dreamer right now, but my eyes are fixed on the future and i'm reaching for the dream that i know can be mine...if i want it to be.

I'm tired of being the quiet, head-in-the-clouds, type of boy that I'm known in his hometown of aberfeldy to be. this transfer program in america is exactly what i need to break free of my old persona and recreate myself into the person i want to be.

ׂ𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 🖋

𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬

apotheosis: from unknown student to household name author

the moment the name e.a. crowley graced the publishers' desks, my world changes forever. landing a deal with my dream publisher after getting an incredible agent, life couldn't have changed more for the better.

when i started by education in america, my rebrand began. I changed my style, started becoming more outspoken, and making friends with other future authors. i finally got a punch in and broke out of my shell, and not by having to pretend to be who I was expected to be, but to finally truly be myself and be accepted for it.

what can you find him doing now?

well, you may find me hunched over my computer in the university library, putting to myself about unruly characters and plot sink holes. you may find me in the gardens with a sketchbook in hand, squinting at people or objects as I try to measure them with my pencil. you may find me doing laps around the university building with my favorite chaotic writing mentor as we argue about our favorite monster types. or in the back corner of the local used bookstore, crouched on the ground as I pull out a book covered in dust as my next read. or you may hear my sharp laugh across the public park as I checkmate my friend...again. or, you might catch my eye as I sit on the sofa in the coffee house, head tilted slightly in observation of the people coming and going.

last but not least, you may find me in the company of my writing friend group. pretentious arseholes of authors who (almost) all love to write horror. the creepy crew, as we call ourselves. if you don't like a bit of murder, monsters, or madness...or find yourself easily spooked by the ghost stories about the university building...you might not want to approach. if you are drawn to those things, welcome! we could always enjoy another enthusiast of all things spooky.

and there are ghost stories, of course, though...I won't reveal if they're true or not. some things stay in the student body, forever.

𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥: 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐞

DEAD POET'S SOCIETY meets STARLING HOUSE in this gothic horror novel about old secrets and betrayal. in a boarding school in the scottish highlands, seven students form a poetry club to read the writings of callum carnegie, a regency poet who famously went mad and was killed gruesomely in an unsolved case. but, what will the students do when each of them start being picked off, and killed in the same way as carnegie all those years ago?

now playing....

vienna — billy joel 1:03 ──⚬──── 3:34 ⇆ ◃◃ ıı ▹▹ ↻

next in dark academia queue;

come along — cosmo sheldrake metaphor — the crane wives second child, restless child — the oh hellos the ramblings of a lunatic — bears in trees never the muse — madilyn mei butchered tongue — hozier i'm your man — mitski from eden — hozier

ׂ𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 🖋

inspired by the lovely @chaaistained !!

[eddieisashifter]

🖋 𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 — ​🇲​​🇾​ ​🇧​​🇪​​🇹​​🇹​​🇪​​🇷​ ​🇨​​🇷​ ​🇷​​🇪​​🇦​​🇱​​🇮​​🇹​​🇾​

❝ever since he was a kid, e.a. crowley has been fascinated by the magic in the mundane. raised in the scottish highlands, he grew up being immersed in the spark that comes from the little things in life. inspired by his heritage, he writes urban fantasy and horror that brings eyes onto the forgotten culture of the scottish highlands. his debut novel, carnegie, was named a #1 new york times bestseller and won the ya book prize uk in 2026.❞

EDMUND "EDDIE" AENGUS CROWLEY — PART-TIME AUTHOR, FULL-TIME CHAOS MACHINE he/they transmasc non-binary 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 18 years aroace queer

ink stained fingertips, vivienne westwood, doc materns, dress pants, button-down shirts, music bleeding out from headphones, unruly curls, pretentious literature student, androgynous fashion, eyeliner sharp as a dagger, makeup like art, chain necklaces, hand-painted punk patches on a trench coat, gothic literature, hozier.

ׂ𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 🖋

𝐛𝐮𝐭, 𝐥𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 . . .

meet eddie crowley

after graduating high school at sixteen, my eyes are firmly fixed on a prestigious on east coast america. i'm only a dreamer right now, but my eyes are fixed on the future and i'm reaching for the dream that i know can be mine...if i want it to be.

I'm tired of being the quiet, head-in-the-clouds, type of boy that I'm known in his hometown of aberfeldy to be. this transfer program in america is exactly what i need to break free of my old persona and recreate myself into the person i want to be.

ׂ𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 🖋

𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬

apotheosis: from unknown student to household name author

the moment the name e.a. crowley graced the publishers' desks, my world changes forever. landing a deal with my dream publisher after getting an incredible agent, life couldn't have changed more for the better.

when i started by education in america, my rebrand began. I changed my style, started becoming more outspoken, and making friends with other future authors. i finally got a punch in and broke out of my shell, and not by having to pretend to be who I was expected to be, but to finally truly be myself and be accepted for it.

what can you find him doing now?

well, you may find me hunched over my computer in the university library, putting to myself about unruly characters and plot sink holes. you may find me in the gardens with a sketchbook in hand, squinting at people or objects as I try to measure them with my pencil. you may find me doing laps around the university building with my favorite chaotic writing mentor as we argue about our favorite monster types. or in the back corner of the local used bookstore, crouched on the ground as I pull out a book covered in dust as my next read. or you may hear my sharp laugh across the public park as I checkmate my friend...again. or, you might catch my eye as I sit on the sofa in the coffee house, head tilted slightly in observation of the people coming and going.

last but not least, you may find me in the company of my writing friend group. pretentious arseholes of authors who (almost) all love to write horror. the creepy crew, as we call ourselves. if you don't like a bit of murder, monsters, or madness...or find yourself easily spooked by the ghost stories about the university building...you might not want to approach. if you are drawn to those things, welcome! we could always enjoy another enthusiast of all things spooky.

and there are ghost stories, of course, though...I won't reveal if they're true or not. some things stay in the student body, forever.

𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥: 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐞

DEAD POET'S SOCIETY meets STARLING HOUSE in this gothic horror novel about old secrets and betrayal. in a boarding school in the scottish highlands, seven students form a poetry club to read the writings of callum carnegie, a regency poet who famously went mad and was killed gruesomely in an unsolved case. but, what will the students do when each of them start being picked off, and killed in the same way as carnegie all those years ago?

now playing....

vienna — billy joel 1:03 ──⚬──── 3:34 ⇆ ◃◃ ıı ▹▹ ↻

next in dark academia queue;

come along — cosmo sheldrake metaphor — the crane wives second child, restless child — the oh hellos the ramblings of a lunatic — bears in trees never the muse — madilyn mei butchered tongue — hozier i'm your man — mitski from eden — hozier

ׂ𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 🖋

inspired by the lovely @chaaistained !!

[eddieisashifter]

what the fuck is happening right now. this was supposed to be the non-toxic shifting community. how the fuck did terfs get in here.

[eddieisashifter]

Shifting unpopular opinion

I don't give a fuck about using the terms DR & CR because i believe words don't really affect shifting journey, nothing really stops people from shifting, imo what is intended to say behind those words is enough

when i say "coke" i know i meant coca cola

[eddieisashifter]

I cannot believe that some shifters are transphobes.

we travel the multiverse, you have bigger problems than my gender.

hey so if you're a terf don't interact with me ever !!

[eddieisashifter]

omgg this is literally so cool, I'm so obsessed with all of this!!!

literally need to script something like this into my own better cr (author) reality. I would totally pitch to page turners!!!

what’s your internship like? (in your better cr)

page turners

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you can’t blame me for wanting to live in a world where society doesn’t reserve value and recognition to only be rewarded if you follow the standard, left brained, logical mindset of stem and maths and science and technology — and this is coming from someone who loves those very subjects and excels in them — i’m very much a maths lover, i enjoy solving logical problems, it brings a satisfaction that cannot be described, and yet . i don’t feel as alive as when i’m writing, when i’m reading, when i’m analysing, pulling apart, breaking down the intricate threads of thought that make up a story, or an essay, or a poem

my mind may find satisfaction in solving page after page of algebra, but my soul will only find its spark when i give in to emotion and empathetic analysis, and for that very reason, i scripted a different degree for my dr-self, and with that came a different internship in a publishing company that does not exist in this reality — Page Turners

in my dr at the midpoint of my first year in uni, i had gotten into a year long internship at a government office, hired because of my degree in entertainment law majoring in copywriting

but i have a double degree, my second being a degree in arts majoring in literature and creative writing, and i always knew i wanted a more creative job, rather than the technical, legal side of the publishing industry (no matter how well it pays)

so at the end of my first internship, i started exploring different avenues, and Page Turners was brought to my attention (ironically, by my english tutor from high school)

they advertise mainly to young writers, they have an open submission for a monthly online magazine, curated by a theme (think dakota warren’s nowhere girl collective but only focused on writing — whereas dakota includes submissions for art and music too)

Page Turners wasn’t hiring anyone who hadn’t gotten a full degree but with the help of my ex-tutor (and ex-boss bcs i used to mark papers for her every now and then) i was able to make a case for an internship position

it took a while, a whole year in fact, but Page Turners thought that a way to reach the youth would be to start as early as possible and the best way to do so is by implementing internship programs into their business plan — essentially, my drive to work in the creative field (and mostly due to my connections bcs networking sucks but it is everything) i was able to convince an up and coming publishing house to start hiring students, who may be exactly like me, just waiting for the opportunity to do something creative

i haven’t scripted much on the actual internship program and what it entails but i get accepted and start working at the beginning of my third year (honestly year 3 of uni has a lot of firsts for me — first longterm internship, first boyfriend who i can actually see a future with, first new car, first youtube play button for my anonymous cover channel w two of my high school friends — theres probably more but i don’t wanna sound cocky T^T)

anyway, back to the point — my internship essentially allows me to explore the workings of a publishing house, and with my background in copy write law and creative writing, i’m able to dabble in many different divisions and subdivisions, getting a chance to see how the writers, lawyers, agents and editors work — it’s where i find my passion for developmental editing : the profession of assisting with the creative process of a book, primarily a novel, where you go through a synopsis, a story board, and the overall themes and acts of the story, it’s less about the in-debt typo-prevention of editing and more about the overall narrative — stuff like helping to pivot the story or guide the plot in a certain direction to achieve everything the writer hopes for, or, my personal favourite and my special skill if i do say so myself which is patching up plot holes to be seamless and make sense

finally, this internship, the people i worked with, they are the reason i felt confident enough to go back to uni and do a postgrad degree for a masters in creative writing and a specialisation in editing, so i could officially work full time as a developmental editor

meaning i could read and write and help create stories for a living

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if i ever script more or after i’ve properly experienced this internship, i will definitely update this post, or just make another one!! but for now, this is all i’ve got <333

cuppa queries; order in — ask responses

2025 © chaaistained

[eddieisashifter]

how tf are you homophobic/a terf if youre working with deities bro the gods are queer as fuck if i see anymore of that lgb/ fighting for biological womens rights bulshit people on my fuckin timeline imma pour some sriracha on a lemon and were gonna have a fuckin problem

[eddieisashifter]

( 🪜 🎺 & 💋 ) for the princess & the frog ask game!!

thanks so much for the ask!! I'm gonna be answering for my arcane reality!!

﹙🪜﹚ : TIANA'S PLACE . . . what is your big dream? the goal you've spent all your life working towards? why is it your biggest desire? who inspired it?

I've mentioned my big dream before but I'll say it again and again until it comes true. my biggest dream, the one I've given everything for, is seeing the undercity become independent from piltover.

everything I've done, everything I've lost, has been for that dream.

the person who first inspired me to pursue it was my mother. she always talked about her dreams of janna coming to save the undercity, to liberate its people and bring in a new age. one of progress and life. when she was killed and I lost everything, I knew her dream couldn't be recognized if we didn't fight for it. then, I met silco and realized we had the same dream. I never looked back. I'm only looking forward. the dream isn't real yet, but it will be.

﹙🎺﹚ : LOVABLE LOUIS . . . who is the dorkiest person you know? someone so naive it's concerning but somehow still part of their charm? where did you meet them? perhaps in a bayou while you were transformed into a frog?

what kind of brother would I be if I didn't call my sister a dork?

I love jinx to death but in true sibling fashion, she's such a dork. her silly little doodles on those bombs of hers? dork behavior. her sense of humor? dork behavior. her nicknames? did I say dork?

though jinx and I aren't siblings biologically, I still see her as my sister. we grew up together under vander and then again under silco, so we've been through it all together. she's probably the person I'm closest to out of everyone, second only to silco and eventually ekko. we're the double trouble duo you'll never see coming.

damn, how did this question turn from me roasting my sister into being wholesome. scratch that. she's an idiot and a dork, next question.

﹙💋﹚ : FROGGY KISSES . . . how has your relationship with your s/o developed? were you reluctant to your feelings at first? did you go from bickering to locking eyes for a little too long? did every one else know except you two?

what a question. me and ekko's relationship is...complex to say the least.

we were friends as kids, with me him and powder being a trouble-making trio. then, I didn't see him for a couple years after the incident with vander and the factory. we met again on one of the jobs I was running for silco and ended up unmasking each other. we were both shocked and tried to talk it out, but it was clear we'd both changed. we both said things we regret that day and things were never the same.

after that, we kept running into each other on jobs, but our interactions were...less friendly. He threw punches and I put a knife to his throat on multiple occasions. we tried to kill each other, but could never go through with it. too much history. too much unresolved emotion. I let him slip through my fingers on multiple occasion and he did the same.

throughout act 2 and 3 of season 1, our dynamic slowly shifts into becoming more tension filled in every fight. we almost seem to bridge the gap again after a brief conversation on the rooftops, but after I choose to help jinx with stealing the hextech and other warcrimes, we're pushed further apart.

however, after silco's death, everything changes. I start making active steps towards my dream of independence from piltover and actually start changing things—taking out the chembarons and dismantling the shimmer operation. I reach out to ekko again, asking for an alliance between my people and the firelights. he's reluctant to accept, as he still doesn't trust me, but he does believe that I actually mean to make things better, so he agrees.

throughout our rebellion, we start spending more time together. it's awkward at first, both of us uncertain how to repair that burnt bridge between us. but, I choose to make the first step, realizing how much he means to me. we start recovering our relationship and becoming friends again—and then we realize that we care about each other as more than that. of course, jinx very quickly picks up on our tension through working together and teases me relentlessly.

but, by the end of the rebellion, when zaun is finally free, I finally take the leap and confess my feelings. and the rest will be history.

thanks so much for the ask! I had a blast answering!

divider cred: sigweiner

[eddieisashifter]

waittt this is so pretty omg I used to love this movie

please send me asks for my arcane dr 🫶🫶🫶 (or any other, just specify!) and I'll be forever grateful mwah mwah

THE PRINCESS & THE FROG ✶ ASK GAME

౨ৎ shifting ask game inspired by disney's the princess and the frog to explore your desired realities. ( reblog for asks )

﹙🪜﹚ : TIANA'S PLACE . . . what is your big dream? the goal you've spent all your life working towards? why is it your biggest desire? who inspired it?

﹙🎺﹚ : LOVABLE LOUIS . . . who is the dorkiest person you know? someone so naive it's concerning but somehow still part of their charm? where did you meet them? perhaps in a bayou while you were transformed into a frog?

﹙🎀﹚ : PRETTY PRINCESS . . . who is your best friend? the one person who would kiss a frog just to get you want you've always wanted? who picks you up after you've fallen into a table of beignets?

﹙🥄﹚ : GOOD FOOD . . . what connects you to the people around you? is it as simple as a good homemade dinner? maybe a similar hobby? the shared memories?

﹙💋﹚ : FROGGY KISSES . . . how has your relationship with your s/o developed? were you reluctant to your feelings at first? did you go from bickering to locking eyes for a little too long? did every one else know expect you two?

﹙🃏﹚ : ON THE OTHER SIDE . . . have you ever gotten your cards read? gotten your future detailed? was it something you wanted to hear? or something you now dread?

﹙✨﹚ : BRIGHT EVANGELINE . . . who makes your life bright as the northern star? the guiding light in the chaos?

[eddieisashifter]

𒅌 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐀 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 — ​🇲​​🇾​ ​🇦​​🇷​​🇨​​🇦​​🇳​​🇪​ ​🇷​​🇪​​🇦​​🇱​​🇮​​🇹​​🇾​

❝zaun isn't kind to the innocent. not as it is anyway. it's a privilege just to be alive, a further privilege to have someone to rely on. but, there's something in the wind. a slight scent of hope in the dense air of the undercity. perhaps it's janna herself in motion. but, a change is coming, one that piltover will never expect. a harbinger. 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞.❞

𖦹 EDRIC "EDDI" — PUPIL OF THE EYE OF ZAUN 𖦹 he/they transmasc non-binary zaunite 19 years queer

𒅌 ❝he's the one whispered about in the shadows, silco's right hand. his heir. no one knows exactly what he looks like under that mask. some speculate that he's not even human. that he's a demon from the spirit realm. but no one knows for sure. all that you see is a flash of green on the rooftops then he's gone again. and once you get a good look at him—it's far too late.❞

life never goes the way you expect, does it? mine certainly didn't.

after losing my parents to enforcers and my brother to his own selfish desires, I was lost and abandoned on the dangerous streets of the undercity. that is, until I was found by vander. he took me in and raised me with his other kids as one of his own. through this, I met powder. I'd never had a real friend until I met her. we became instant friends and did everything together. through powder, I met ekko. powder and I were close, but never as close as me and ekko. genius and madness vander and benzo called us. I always had a habit of getting us into trouble and ekko made a habit of avoiding getting us hurt. my part? talking us out of trouble with vander, of course.

everything was well. until it wasn't.

one wrong tip. one wrong heist. then everything was never the same. powder and I had only wanted to help. we hadn't know what would happen when that bomb went off.

click, boom. the building came down, and the fire rose.

I got stuck inside, trapped in the flames. the last thing I remembered was a man pulling me out. I woke up with a pounding in my head, scars on my neck and face, and a violet tint in my eyes. silco saved my life, though he never did tell me how he did it. but, after that, my life changed.

I'd not only found a new family—with silco and my best friend turned sister, jinx—I found a way to pursue my dream, the desire I'd been harboring since I was only a wee child alone on the streets. a dream on independence. of freedom. I don't care what it takes to get it. that's the the way of the world down here. violence for violence. the rule of beasts.

one problem, however. one problem on a hoverboard. ekko can't understand why I've changed, why I've become this new version of myself. he just doesn't get it. but, that unfortunately makes him a pain in my ass. I burned that bridge with him, so why does every fight bring up those old feelings? why does every time I hold a knife to his neck, my breath catches in my throat?

fucking feelings.

𖦹 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐃

to save my life that night, I was chemically altered with shimmer. my body became capable of producing the chemical in my bloodstream, a constant supply without having to ever use it.

side effects of this alteration led to me receiving enhanced speed, strength, endurance and senses. I can move in a flash of light, I can easily run and leap across rooftops without ever getting winded, and I can sense danger coming a mile away.

due to the chemical circulating through my body, my formerly green eyes turned a vivid violet, the color of shimmer, and a slight violet hue bleeds through the cracks in the burn scars on my body.

now playing....

natural — imagine dragons 2:09 ──⚬──── 3:09 ⇆ ◃◃ ıı ▹▹ ↻

next in the last drop queue;

arsonist's lullaby — hozier middle finger — bohnes ignorance — paramore sick boy — the chainsmokers you first — paramore killer in the mirror — set it off rebel heart — djerv bones — imagine dragons

divider cred: sigweiner

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　　the great hall dining guide : five stars or food poisoning? 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　back to the masterlist　

no hunger in hogwarts. the great hall is an empire of excess, a temple to the art of never saying no to seconds (or sevenths). the long house tables are stacked with plates that fill and refill as if controlled by some benevolent, slightly overbearing god-parent who cannot fathom the concept of "i'm full."

hi, i'm emma, i shifted to my marauders dr, i'm here to yap.

　❛❛ when to show up ?

breakfast :  starts at 7:00 am, but nobody with a sense of self-preservation gets there at the crack of dawn unless they have quidditch practice or are a first-year who still thinks hogwarts runs on a logical schedule. prime time is 7:30–8:30 am, when the food is still hot and everyone is too groggy to engage in unnecessary morning conversations. if you come after 9:00 am, expect half-warm toast and a few sad sausages.

lunch :  served from 12:30 pm to 1:30 pm. 12:30 is the best time if you want first dibs on everything, but the best people-watching happens closer to 1:00 pm when people start arguing over last-minute essay deadlines. if you’re running late and slide in at 1:25 pm, good luck – you’re getting whatever’s left.

dinner :  6:00 pm sharp, ends at 8:00 pm. 7:00 pm is the sweet spot – not too early that you look overeager, not too late that you get the rejected drumsticks and a dubious slice of treacle tart. sitting down at 7:45 pm means you're scavenging for whatever scraps are left like a victorian orphan.

　❛❛ where to sit ?

slytherin table :  best for hushed scheming, power lunches, and exchanging contraband under the table. do not sit here if you can’t handle judgmental side-eyes while buttering your bread.

ravenclaw table :  ideal for finishing homework mid-meal. also where people pretend they’re above caring about gossip while actively eavesdropping on every conversation. the back half of the table is safer if you don’t want to hear someone dissecting 17th-century wandlore at 8 am.

gryffindor table :  loud. expect at least one person standing on the bench telling a story that is objectively not that funny. best if you enjoy chaotic meal settings or want to be involved in something ridiculous before you’ve even finished your juice.

hufflepuff table :  safest bet for a peaceful meal, but you will 100% be roped into sharing your food. the friendliest seating arrangement, but also the most likely to involve a group discussion about everyone’s day when you just wanted to eat in silence.

professor’s table :  do not sit here unless you have a death wish.

　❛❛ what to eat (and avoid) .

best breakfast items :  the porridge is solid (literally, if you come too late), but the best move is the warm croissants with honey. also, the lemon & apple pasties are basically a cheat code if you want to smuggle food out for later.

lunch must-haves :  steak and kidney pie is better than you’d expect. if there’s a soup option, proceed with caution, half the time it’s delicious, half the time it’s some medieval potion that smells like a transfiguration accident.

dinner essentials :  roast anything is good, but the yorkshire puddings are a religious experience. also, the treacle tart is worth elbowing someone for.

what to avoid :  the questionable fish dishes. boiled meant. you don’t know where that’s coming from, and you don’t want to. also, anything neon-colored. if it looks like it belongs in a potions class, it probably does.

　❛❛ general survival tips .

don’t drink the pumpkin juice if you’re not in the mood for it. it’s literally everywhere, and by week three, you will hate it.

bring your own condiments if you care about flavour. hogwarts food is good, but nobody in this castle has heard of seasoning unless it's one of those other-culture-nights.

do not, under any circumstances, take the last dinner roll unless you want to start an inter-house war.

sitting too close to the staff table means your meal comes with a free ethics lecture from mcgonagall. proceed with caution.

　　q & a .

　❛❛ what is breakfast like .

if you’ve never had breakfast in the great hall, you’ve never truly lived. that’s not hyperbole, that’s just the facts.

and the thing is,,,,,, it wasn’t just about the food. it was about the ritual. it was about getting there early, half-asleep and draped over the table, while the house elves sent up silver platters of steaming porridge and eggs and enough bacon to make even the most dedicated vegetarian question their life choices. it was about the lazy hum of morning gossip, about james and sirius trying to one-up each other with increasingly absurd breakfast combinations (once, i watched sirius put marmalade on a sausage. we don’t talk about it).

breakfast started early, before the sun had fully stretched its arms, and ended when the professors decided we were done loitering. if you weren’t there by the time mcgonagall sat down, you were basically on borrowed time.

　❛❛ what is lunch like .

lunch at hogwarts was less of a meal and more of a tactical battle. the great hall would be an absolute warzone of students rushing in from classes, half of them looking like they’d barely survived whatever horrors had just unfolded in transfiguration.

the food appeared at exactly midday, no earlier, no later. if you showed up late, you were fighting for scraps, and by scraps, i mean you’d be left with 99 choices for meals instead of 100. scarcity, i know.

lunch was also prime time for food theft. you could be having an entirely normal conversation and, in the blink of an eye, your pumpkin pasty would be gone. sirius was the undisputed king of this, the man had the reflexes of a thief in victorian london. i once watched him steal an entire shepherd’s pie from remus’s plate without breaking eye contact. it was both terrifying and awe-inspiring.

　❛❛ what is dinner like .

hogwarts dinners were the closest thing to divinity i’ve ever known. long wooden tables overflowing with everything you could possibly want: roast chicken, yorkshire pudding, steak, treacle tart so good it made you believe in love again. it was opulence, it was luxury, it was the kind of meal you dream about when you’re in some sad, muggle diner trying to convince yourself that soggy chips and watery gravy are ‘fine.’

　❛❛ special occasions .

feast days at hogwarts were another level. halloween, christmas, the end-of-year banquet, these were events. these were festivals of indulgence. the house elves pulled out all the stops: whole roast turkeys, mountains of roast potatoes, rivers of rich, golden gravy, cauldron cakes stacked like towers. desserts that defied logic and probably several laws of nature. on halloween, the hall was covered in floating pumpkins and eerie green light, and the food had a vaguely chaotic energy to match (one year, the treacle tarts actually screamed when you bit into them. highly unsettling, but still delicious).

christmas dinner was something else entirely. it was warm and glowing and endless. crackers snapped, jokes were told, and dumbledore drank enough mead to make even him slightly ridiculous. it was the kind of meal you thought about for the rest of your life. it was family, it was home.

　❛❛ what’s the deal with house-elves?

the hogwarts kitchen operates with the ruthless efficiency of a five-star hotel run by creatures legally bound to service.

a hundred or so house-elves live below the castle, working in near invisibility, preparing all meals and sending them up through enchanted pathways that deposit dishes straight onto the great hall tables. you cannot see the elves. you do not hear them. but you know they exist, like the wizarding world's most overworked stage crew.

you can also visit them in the kitchens. they're nice, say hi.

　❛❛ can you request food?

hogwarts was a lot of things, but it was not a restaurant. if you wanted something specific, you either made a pilgrimage to the kitchens and begged the house elves (a move so shameful it had to be done in absolute secrecy. or if you like....really, really, really charmed them) or you suffered in silence. sirius, of course, once tried to get the great hall to serve "a proper fry-up" at dinner, only to be met with silence and what i can only describe as deeply offended energy from the floating candles.

but somehow, it didn’t matter. because the food was already perfect. and now, i have to live knowing that no meal will ever come close to a great hall dinner. it’s fine. i’m fine. i’ll just sit here, eating my disappointing, mortal food, and pretend my soup isn’t deeply depressing.

　❛❛ what about drinks?

again, pumpkin juice. an obsession, a tyranny, a strange fixation. every meal, every table, a seemingly infinite supply. there is also water, milk (cold, in small glass jugs, looking like something out of a victorian schoolhouse), and for the older students at special occasions, a sweet, non-alcoholic mead that tastes like it wants to be alcoholic but isn’t. butterbeer, tragically, is an off-campus luxury.

　❛❛ is there a meal schedule? like certain things on certain days? or do they just pile every type of food on the table?

hogwarts operates on a structured but generous meal plan. weekday breakfasts, always got your staples. porridge, toast, eggs, bacon, sausages, and the occasional wizarding oddity like blood pudding for the particularly cursed among us. but sundays are for extravagant brunch spreads. croissants. kippers. jams that taste like childhood summers. it’s as if the house-elves know that sunday means stress, existential whatever, dread, so they soften the blow with flaky pastry.

lunch is always dependable, usually soups and sandwiches or something hearty if you’ve got a double potions period ahead. dinner, though, is where the patterns emerge. mondays are classic british, shepherd’s pie, roast beef, yorkshire pudding. tuesdays are usually a little more continental, pastas, stews. fridays are always a feast, usually something big and festive. then you have the seasonal changes: october brings pumpkin-infused everything, winter means more roasts, few first weeks of summer term leans into fresher, lighter meals. but yes, the mainstay staples are always available. if you want treacle tart on a wednesday, it will be there.

　❛❛ there’s wizard candy and drinks, but is there any other food? i’m sure at some point wizards put magic in any food they could think of just to see what would happen.

oh, absolutely. you’re thinking like a true hogwarts student. you know someone, at some point, tried to put magic into a loaf of bread just to see if it would slice itself (it did, but then it also tried to slice other things). beyond the standard chocolate frogs and pumpkin juice, wizarding cuisine includes a fair bit of magically enhanced food. firewhisky actually warms your throat as it goes down. fizzing whizzbees lift you half an inch off the ground. there are soups that change flavour as you eat them, pies that hum lullabies if you’re up late studying. and don’t even get me started on the experimental drinks at the three broomsticks, someone once ordered a 'black hole brew' and forgot what year it was for a full hour. but the cuisine is basically muggle...just hexed.

　❛❛ do the meals cater to dietary restrictions?

100%. vegans, vegetarians, allergy-havers. you’re covered. a muggleborn slytherin from third year complained about the lack of plant-based options, and the next morning, an entire section of the breakfast table was dedicated to oat milk, tofu scramble, and wizarding equivalents of nutritional yeast. hogwarts may be stuck in some medieval ways, but food evolves.

　❛❛ what happens if you miss a meal?

if you’re lucky, a friend grabs you something before the food vanishes. if you’re unlucky, you’re breaking into the kitchens like a desperate raccoon. the house-elves don’t mind, though, if you’re polite, they’ll feed you like a long-lost child. if you’re rude, they’ll 'accidentally' give you a soup that turns your tongue blue for a week.

　❛❛ is there coffee?

yes, but it’s wizard coffee. stronger than espresso, borderline narcotic. one cup and you’re writing your entire transfiguration essay in ten minutes. two cups and you can see through time.

　❛❛ how do holiday feasts work?

absolute carnage. christmas and halloween feasts are legendary. enchanted decorations, endless courses, puddings that explode into confetti when you cut into them. the easter feast is basically a chocolate overdose. sometimes on valentine’s day the desserts start murmuring love poetry. dumbledore's delighted. everyone..... horrified.

　❛❛ is there a limit to how much you can eat?

only in the sense that your body is a fragile, mortal thing. the food itself is infinite. the house-elves could, in theory, keep producing it indefinitely. but, you know, you eat four servings of steak-and-kidney pie and you’re just going to be that person in the common room later.

　❛❛ do different houses have different food preferences?

subtly, yes. the great hall offers everything, but certain tables lean into certain dishes. gryffindors love big, hearty, comforting food. ravenclaws lean into the more intricate, delicate meals, think pastries and complex soups. slytherins have an eye for the finer things, often going for the more gourmet options. hufflepuffs love food that feels like a hug: freshly baked bread, warm pies, things that remind you of home.

　❛❛ are there midnight snacks?

not officially, but yes. common rooms have snack stashes. and if you’re clever (or just have the marauder’s map, wink wink), you can always sneak down to the kitchens. the house-elves will feed you, no questions asked. some students take it a step further and befriend the house-elves outright. those students never go hungry.

　❛❛ how does the food appear? is it just magic or is there a system?

magic, but with logistics. the food is prepared in the kitchens directly beneath the great hall, then it’s levitated up and appears on the tables at the precise moment it’s ready. no waiting, no serving, just instant gratification. it’s dangerously efficient.

　❛❛ how does hogwarts source its food? is it all local, or do they magically import things?

combination of both. they have magical greenhouses and farms for most fresh ingredients, but certain things, exotic spices, imported sweets, get brought in magically.

　❛❛ are there ever surprise meals? do the house elves ever just decide to switch things up randomly?

sometimes, if there’s an occasion or they just feel like it. but the menu is largely set because consistency is part of the magic.

　❛❛ are meals ever used as punishment? do detention students get different food or are they made to help the house elves prepare meals?

not officially, but some professors (like astronomy) have been known to send students to do menial kitchen work as a form of discipline. nothing cruel, just hours of potato peeling.

　❛❛ has there ever been a kitchen-related disaster? a spell gone wrong, a cauldron explosion, a food fight?

yes, frequently !!!! misfired enlarging spells, self-chopping vegetables getting too enthusiastic, enchanted ladles starting fights. house elves keep it under control, but it’s not unheard of for a whole batch of treacle tart to suddenly gain sentience and try to unionise.

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How I Shift On Command + How You Can Too

I don’t plan on posting anything other than this or starting a blog, so I don’t need anyone to “believe” in me. The only person you should trust is yourself—trust yourself to resonate positively with what you see online and click away if it doesn’t serve you. This is here for you to take from if it resonates. I literally only made this blog to post this here. My hope is that it reaches at least one person who can take something from this and apply it to their shifting journey. If not, and this post ends up here untouched, I’m just glad to finally get everything down in words and off my chest. 

Jumping straight to the answer because I’m not going to make anyone sit through a long post for it. The rest, the "advice," is here if you want to read it.

The "method"

I figured out what works specifically for me as an individual instead of following everyone else’s journey. Everyone has their “thing” that makes shifting click, a sweet spot that makes reality shifting possible. For me, it’s a combination of the law of assumption and inducing an altered state of consciousness.

During the day, I spend time affirming—or sometimes just reminding myself or keeping a little note nearby—things like:

I can shift.

I know how to shift.

I could shift tonight.

Shifting is accessible to me.

At night, I watch videos, look at Pinterest boards, or listen to music that reminds me of my DR. This ingrains where I’m going in my brain. Sometimes I do this for fun, and other times I skip it entirely.

When I lay down, I always lie on my back and stay somewhat still because I like the feeling of my body going numb. This isn’t necessary to shift, but I enjoy it—it lets me feel the symptoms of hypnagogia (that in-between state of wakefulness and sleep).

To meditate quickly, I count from 1 to 100 with a few affirmations in between to remind myself of what I’m doing. I do this until my body goes numb, and I start messing up the counting. Usually, the mistakes or random, nonsensical thoughts are my signal to start shifting.

At this point, I begin affirming the things I affirmed during the day:

I could shift right now.

I have the ability to shift.

I have the power to shift at any moment.

While I do this, I focus on the feeling of being in my DR—not my surroundings, not my senses, just the internal feeling of being there.

This is where “brazen impudence” comes in. I hard-force myself to feel like I’m in my DR. It’s not about imagining my surroundings but purely about embodying the feeling of being there.

Hypnagogic imagery and sensations like floating often kick in at this point. These are symptoms of your body falling asleep so your awareness can take shape in that sweet spot for shifting.

I continue this, then stop and start counting from 1 to 100 again, with affirmations like:

I can shift.

I know how to shift.

I could shift right now.

Then I repeat the process: using brazen impudence to force myself to feel like I’m in my DR.

Eventually, I reach that threshold between sleep and wake—a liminal state of pure consciousness. Body asleep, mind awake, I call this the “rabbit hole” which is honstly just a deep state of hypnogogia. It’s a state where anything is possible: lucid dreaming, astral projection, slipping into the void, shifting—anything.

When I’m in this state, I use brazen impudence to force myself to feel like I'm shifting to my DR and don't take no for an answer (I tell myself I'm in Barbados and shut the door in my own face). This can involve affirmations or just talking myself through it, either way I wake myself up there. Occasionally, I simply relax, expect to wake up in my DR, fall asleep, and wake up shifted.

Does all that sound complicated? Let me simplify:

Lay down and get comfortable.

Count from 1 to 100 on a loop with affirmations in between until you mess up the counting, get sleepy, or have your mind wander. Like this:

Me: *counts from 1 - 100* Me: *says a few affirmations/askfirmations* Me: *counts from 1 - 100* Me: *says a few affirmations/askfirmations*

On a loop until...

Persist in the feel of being in your DR—not focusing on surroundings or senses, just the feeling. Feeling is the secret.

Alternate between steps 2 and 3 until you’re in that relaxed body asleep/mind awake state, OR just straight up hypnogogia tbh. (That is, if you don’t already shift lol)

From there, choose what feels right: shift from a lucid dream, affirm, slip into the void, or just feel yourself in your DR like I do, convince yourself that either you shifted and are there, or are shifting and will end up there.

One thing I’ll tell you now—regardless of your circumstances, how long you’ve been trying, how long it’ll take, who you are, etc—is that you already know how to shift. You, reading this right now. You know how to shift, and there’s nothing you did to learn it. There’s nothing you can do to unlearn it. It’s something that will stay with you until the end of time.

Why do you think people shift randomly without prior knowledge of shifting? Even people who don’t believe in it? It’s because everyone can shift. You can shift.

Right now, stop reading this post and say in your head or out loud, “I already know how to shift.” Or, if that doesn’t feel right, “I already have the ability to shift,” “No matter what, I have the power to shift,” or “My mind knows how to shift no matter what.”

Can you argue that? No, you can’t. And if your mind starts throwing out “buts,” go back and read that again.

Shifting isn’t difficult, and no one struggles to shift. I’m sure you’ve heard it before—that shifting is simple and happens in seconds—because it does. You don’t struggle with shifting. You can shift; everyone has the power to. What you “struggle” with, so to speak, is figuring out what works for you, what your brain likes, how it operates—because everyone is different.

What ended up working for me more than anything was figuring out how I operate and modifying shifting to fit me—not forcing myself to fit shifting.

Will my method work for everyone? I have no idea. Unless you assume it will work for you, this is what works for me. I’m me, and you’re you.

Before you say “Oh, but I’ve tried everything and nothing has worked so far” and expect me to sit here and ask you “but have you really tried everything? <3” , listen to me. 

I could shift perfectly well with my own personal method before I started shifting regularly. I knew it worked well for my brain, but the thing that “blocked” me (so to speak) were my assumptions. 

When you sit there and say “I’ve tried everything and nothing has worked” that’s your assumption about yourself. You believe that nothing works for you, that you don't know how to shift, that you’re this powerless, lost baby shifter who needs guidance. 

There’s nothing wrong with this, it’s not your fault, and theoretically you could shift even with your “blockages” (I really hate that term), as shifting waits for no one.

This is why so many people shift randomly and with poor assumptions without meaning to. But you clicked on this because you want to know how you can shift consistently + on every time, and this is the answer I’m giving you. 

You find out what works better for you, be it affirming, visualizing, scripting, shifting awake, shifting asleep, shifting with hypnagogia, shifting with hypnopompic, shifting through lucid dreams, shifting with brazen impudence, through SATs, robotic affirming, through letting go, through putting your DR on a pedestal, through listening to music, through law of assumption alone, and many more. 

If that sounds overwhelming, please note that all of these are the same vehicles that get you to your destination. Just in different shapes and colors. Like how some people drive a car, others drive a motorcycle, others walk, others swim. The movement forward is always the same. 

What you’re doing, no matter how you’re doing it or in whatever state of consciousness you’re doing it from, will always be:

Assume it's true, feel it, receive it. “Assume and persist,” “ground yourself in the assumption,” you’ve heard it all before. 

How to Find What Makes You Shift On Command

You could either test different techniques (affirmations, visualizations, scripting, lucid dreaming, etc.) and see what feels natural to you. 

You could (and I love this one because it’s a cheat code) Assume you already know what works, and let the law of assumption guide you. “Manifest it” so to speak. 

Pay attention to your life, because you already shift on command, you've been doing it your whole life, but I guarantee you haven't noticed it. Pay attention to you, like how easily you slip into hypnagogia, your dream recall, or how strong your intuition is, maybe you put too much emotion into a scenario you don’t want in your life and it inherently manifests, things like that. Pay attention to the thing that makes you go “huh, that was weird”

“But Clover, I tried everything you mentioned above and still haven’t found my method!” 

My darling. Listen up. Come closer—I’m about to let you in on a secret. The way you apply the law of assumption isn’t one-size-fits-all, because assumptions and beliefs are not linear. It's the same every time, yes, it's a law. But just like you, the way you can use it is unique to each person.

Let me tell you how easy it is so you don't think I'm over-complicating it

You could, for instance, believe you’ve got $1000 in your bank account right now and act like it, fully living in the end. Or you could believe you’re going to have $1000 in your account and act like it’s already on its way. Or maybe you believe something’s going to happen that’ll bring you that $1000.

The same applies to shifting. It’s been a game changer for me. I used to struggle so much with things like:

“You’re already in your DR, just act like it.”

“Ignore the 3D.”

“You’ve already shifted.”

Do those methods work? Absolutely, they work beautifully. But like I said, if it doesn’t feel good or true to you, don’t force it.

My dearest, darling reader. If the story you see in your 3D is that you can’t shift, can’t find what makes you shift, are you just going to sit there and accept it? What is more satisfying? Think with me here: accepting that you don’t know how to shift and cannot shift, or persisting that you do know how to shift? 

“Clover, but I’ve been trying for 4 years! I’ve tried everything and I still haven’t shifted”

So that's your story? Your story, your assumption is that you’ve been trying for 4 years and haven’t shifted? If you’ve resonated with the phrase above, that’s your story. And there’s nothing wrong with it, but! there will be no magic solution for shifting. Or a magic method. Or a person like me giving you advice, that can make you shift without you changing your assumptions first.

“But I don’t want to reprogram my mind! It doesn’t work for me. I don’t want to do robotic affirming 24/7, I want results now!” 

I know, right? It’s annoying having to do these 100-step methods, and drink charged water, and have to beg the universe for your desire, and loop affirmations in your mind that directly contradict what you’re experiencing in the 3D.

“Oh ignore the 3D, the 4D is your only real imagination!” they say, as you sit there, clutching your phone, rocking back and forth in bed, repeating affirmations you don’t resonate with while dreaming of being railed by your S/O.

Believe me, I've been there, wondering what the hell was wrong with me. I asked myself why couldn't these basic steps that worked for everyone else work for me. I blamed myself for not trying hard enough, for being lazy, for inconsistent. When all that time, the answer was me. I needed to manifest/shift in a way that felt good for me.

Just remember, the law of assumption isn't complicated, and the way you apply it is not one-size-fits-all. Reprogramming the mind through continuous repetition and affirmation works, and if that resonates with you or feels effective, you should absolutely go for it.

However, at its core, you don’t inherently need to reprogram your mind. It’s as simple as assuming your mind has already been reprogrammed and watching it unfold before your eyes. You do what feels right to you.

For example, if person A does better with visualization and listening to music, why on earth are they affirming and listening to subliminals?

If person B feels better scripting in a notebook, why the hell are they reprogramming their mind?

If person C feels good reprogramming their mind, why are they taking the simple route?

Funny, isn't it? Which is why if you've read all of this so far, and you have not resonated with it, just click away. Go find another post or advice that feels true to you. The words I'm writing right now are not universal, they're not the absolute truth. That's the beauty of the law of assumption. Whatever you believe to be true, becomes true.

I didn’t feel good with the affirmations “I’m already in my DR” and “I already shifted.” Do they work, are they true? Yup, but I didn’t feel good ignoring the 3D, even when I knew the 4D was the true reality. So I swapped them for affirmations like "I'm shifting to my DR", “I’m going to shift to my DR”, swapping things like “I already shifted” to “I’m shifting” because those are the kinds of affirmations my brain loves. 

I've heard a silly bit of misinfo that these affirmations stating future events put you in an infinite loop, and that they don’t make you achieve your desire. That’s not true? At all? Makes me laugh, really. Because here I am, “master shifter” or whatever name people give it in this reality, shifting as much as I want to wherever I want with these types of affirmations.

Yet here I see every day on the internet, people implanting stubborn little rules and regulations to a practice that has been done for ages, a universal law that will work even when you don’t care for it to work. 

How I Shifted The First Time

The law of assumption is what made me shift in the end. Initially, I surprised myself at the beginning of my shifting journey because I shifted three months after starting it. I woke up one morning in my DR room, felt it was real, knew it was possible, but accidentally shifted back because it was too good to be true. 

What followed was a period of losing my mind; I shift back to my DR for a few seconds (mini-shifts), fully shifted to different rparallel ealities, and filled the hell out of shifting journals with my discoveries as I went along. But I never fully shifted to my DR and stayed there. I wanted to permashift. I was so focused on leaving my CR and going to my DR permanently, frustrated because I knew I could shift, knew how to in theory, but was stuck in this endless loop of assuming I couldn't make myself shift and had to rely on spontaneous shifts.

And then one night it clicked when I was reflecting on the law of assumption and reality shifting. I knew shifting was real. I knew I could shift. Everyone can shift. I had shifted before. I would continue to shift even if I gave up on shifting. I could shift that night if I wanted to. I could shift that night even if I didn't want to. I knew how to shift. And so do you.

These are all assumptions I went to sleep with in mind, laying there, feeling like an idiot as it all clicked for me. 

If there was no doubt in my mind that I could shift that night, why wouldn’t I be able to shift? 

What followed was an overwhelming sense of peace washing over me. I let go. What more was there to be done? I could shift. There was no crying or screaming that could make me shift more than I could right then. 

I laid there and started my process. Just like I mentioned earlier. I began counting from 1 - 100 on a continuous loop. With affirmations that I could shift, I knew how to shift , I could shift that night.

And then I reached hypnagogia, and began inducing the feeling of being in my DR, just like I mentioned earlier. That liminal space rabbit hole shortly followed. I could go anywhere I wanted then. I could lucid dream. I could astral project. I could slip into the void. I could shift, and I did. Just…letting go and inducing the feeling of being in my DR. Not the surroundings, not the 5 senses, no affirmations. Just knowing that I was in my Dr. 

It was peaceful. 

I was at ease. 

And then I was woken up by a violent crack of thunder because my dumbass scripted my DR wakeup scenario to be in the middle of spring, and it was raining -_- 

I woke up in my DR, fully grounded, fully there, pinching my skin purple because I couldn't believe I was looking out the window at my DR city.

I wish I could tell you that I remained cool, but I so didn’t. I sat in bed for a good 10 minutes, mouth agape, repeating “oohh fuck it’s real….ohhh my god it’s real…whaaat the hell.” 

And then I paced around my room panicking, giggling like an idiot, checking my DR phone because all my friends and DR life was on there as evidence, opening drawers, looking at myself in the mirror, and straight-up freaking out. 

What followed after that was incredible, something I lack the words to describe. I spent a few weeks in my DR before shifting back, spending a few weeks here and then shifting back–here, back, here, back and forth, spending more time in my DR then my CR to the point where I consider my DR my true reality, and this one as my “other” reality. 

I shifted back here in early December of last year, and I’m here now before I shift back permanently—meaning, I’ll shift there, and then the next time I shift will be to another DR or a waiting room somewhere in the multiverse. I’m taking a "break" so to speak and hanging out here until events I scripted in my DR start to happen, and my life changes (positively, all good things I assure). 

I’m not sure if the person or people who find this post will care, but my other reality was originally called my “Witch DR”, where, as the name suggests, I’m a witch :) But not the fun kind, with a broomstick, a cauldron, and a pet cat though 😂The kind where I have to be up early for work in the mornings, can’t keep a cat because the building I live in doesn’t allow it, and have more responsibilities there than I do in this reality. 

One thing I didn’t expect about shifting before I lived there the first time is that—it’s life. You will have good days. You will have bad days. You will fuck up. You will laugh so hard that soda comes out of your nose. You will cry more than you ever have. And the people you once saw on a TV screen are very real, and can be very annoying lol. I miss my DR friends dearly right now, but I can’t go poking around the internet for videos and pictures of them because it feels so weird. 

Gut feelings are strange. I use them as a compass in both realities whenever I have to manually flap the butterfly’s wings and take a route. I felt compelled to write this post, and I’m not sure why. But if what this post has the power to help one singular person and help them realize their power, I'll be beyond happy.

[eddieisashifter]

i want to post one of my drs so so bad but it’s so niche literally no one would give a gaf

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