#perception shifter

[perceptionshifter]

AM I BEING AUTHENTIC?

Every time I ask myself if I’m expressing authentically in a specific situation, I find aspects that respond positively, but others that I feel are still suppressed, or being expressed in a distorted way.

Life can be seen as a quest to find our suppressed aspects due to neglect (or self-abandonment). Sometimes we know they are there, hidden and peeking from the shadows, but in the majority of cases, we don’t even know they are there.

They are left unrecognized until we become aware of what they really are. Then, we have the opportunity to heal the organic part of us into our compassionate understanding, and let the illusion dissolve. We learn to let go.

When the neglected and unwanted aspect of ourselves hits us in the face from all angles, we cannot continue to suppress it, avoid it, run away from it, deny it, or project it anymore. There’s nowhere else to hide it, and nobody else is coming to save us from the agony of experiencing it.

So, what if we think we are not ready to face it? If we are not ready to listen to it, our bodies start to scream at us to get our attention (pain is the language of the body). If we become a stranger to ourselves, disconnected from our true Source of boundless energy and inspiration, then we turn outwards to seek that which we think we lack/need.

Overvaluing external information over effortless knowing (cellular mind, non-cognitive, clear from programming), allows misleading information to be the one running our bodies, minds, hearts, and ultimately, our lives.

We need to come to terms with the fact that we’ve been lied to. Over, and over, and over. We are so used to giving credit to anybody that portrays they know better than us. Governments, organizations, institutions, industries, the so-called “experts”, authorities, family, friends, bosses, gurus, etc.

Yes, it’s a hard pill to swallow, but it’s true we take external information at face value while disregarding our authentic source of inspiration. Why? Because we’re a stranger to the voice of the Infinite, which is the voice of Inner Guidance, and True Authentic Inspiration.

We don’t listen to it, because we don’t really know how it feels like, how it ripples through us, how it resonates with our core. All we know is that someone else’s titles, studies, experience, and expertise have more value than our aware experience at the moment. For most people, our surrendered trust in ourselves and the Infinite + our inner guidance and intuition are unreliable.

The fear of the unknown, the fear of our vastness is too strong. and it’s unimaginable to really feel that life is benevolent. How can it be benevolent when XYZ happened in the world, and ABC happened to me. Right? Well, no. We are our environment as much as we are our bodies. Our experiences are shaped by what we express in authenticity, and by what we suppress in illusion/distortion.

Many people hold their authentic expressions back, which dampens the immense power of the voice. The idea that our life experiences can diminish our self-worth is fraudulent. Our worth has nothing to do with how much we’ve studied, our titles, and our expertise.

Feeling you are worthy, that you are good enough… that should be a given. No matter what is that you do, where you are, who you are. All are equally valuable, worthy, and unconditionally loved by the Infinite. You are worthy because you exist.

We’ve been conditioned to question ourselves. Due to trauma, belief systems, traditions, habits, indoctrination, programming, and social conditioning… all of this (and more) creates the prison walls of our minds and the self-imposed limitations of our expression in life. This creates incredible amounts of density and blockages that generate illusions and distortions in our lives. Authenticity cannot be expressed in these conditions.

When we are in that stage, the dark night of the soul, we come to the conclusion that it’s either giving up or allowing ourselves to see behind appearances, raise our eyes above the storm, and surrender to the Infinite Being. When we give ourselves permission to alter our perception, change comes immediately. We realize we need to take responsibility for the state of our bodies, mind, emotions, and our environment. To become, one step at a time, self-sovereign in all aspects of life.

How can a change in perception alter life to such an extent? We start looking inwards, as we realize that we are the cause and not an effect of external circumstances. We stop listening to our reflections. The ones we forgot we generated in the first place.

In physicality, we have the ability to listen to our bodies. If we are in silence and aware of our inner nuances, we become receptive. We cultivate the desire to assimilate the subtle inner whisperings. We see our environment as extensions of ourselves. We slow the pace of life, we pay attention to the symbols, and we see life through a poetic perspective. Nothing is personal, nothing is literal. We focus on the details and see beyond appearances.

Sometimes, awakening an aspect of ourselves that was deep in stasis feels like dying. Because we need to let go of the security of our comfort zone, there is a tremendous amount of fear that needs to be let go of first to be able to see what is truly going on within/without.

We know people are exhausted, and so are we. All of us are doing the best we can, but still, it feels as if it’s never enough. It feels like a never-ending treadmill of rules and responsibilities, expectations, and promises that need to be fulfilled. How could we have the time and clarity to process all these things? To realize we’ve been tricked for so long? That we’ve tricked ourselves in unimaginable ways?

Yes, taking responsibility for our actions requires “energy”. If we are always in survival mode, how can we comprehend that we’ve been living in an illusory reality within an elaborate control system? It’s almost impossible to detect unless we are making unfathomable efforts to be courageous enough to free ourselves from the massive amount of mind programming, parasites, and infiltration we’ve been subjected to.

Silence is required to achieve this. How can we be comfortable in silence, if we are constantly being bombarded left and right with distractions, and noise? Struggling with emotional pain, trying to avoid being present in the moment, by using addictions and distractions to just cope.

We think that emotions include frustration, depression, anxiety, disappointment, anger, sadness, emotional pain, guilt, shame, blame, joylessness, hopelessness, etc. But those are not pure emotions, they are distorted emotions.

Distorted emotions are felt because of blocked meridians (there are 12 ordinary ones). We don’t fully understand what that entails, yet we attribute them to an outside source. We’ve been accumulating them, over the years, and eons of time, without ever really processing them, or letting them go.

The reservoir of darkness within/without is so uncomfortable to look at, to feel, that try our absolute best to suppress it temporarily with all sorts of gimmicks, only to watch it surface again the next moment. We run away from it and pretend it’s not there. We get ourselves busy to distract ourselves from the inevitable. We use food, drinks, and drugs to suppress the darkness rising until we temporarily can’t feel it anymore. We avoid people, places, and situations that unconsciously remind us of our darkness because we cannot deal with being triggered and the resistance to life it creates.

That darkness has nothing to do with the devil. The unwanted, unbearable, unforgivable, dreaded, shameful, disappointing, unlovable aspects of ourselves we know exist within us, but even more, the aspects of ourselves we don’t even know exist. Those parts of ourselves that we cannot accept, are what create the spaces in between where even etheric parasites can dwell to create even more chaos.

We were forced to accept, consciously and unconsciously, a reality ruled by a complex control system that resulted in mass insanity from the disconnection from the One and the Only One, our true organic nature and source, our organic habitat. We forgot an undeniable truth. The indivisibility and interconnectedness of life.

Identifying with the tribe, the masses – social structures – only suppresses our authentic expression of a being as vast as the cosmos having a human experience. It’s understandable to feel one is like “losing their mind”, due to the standards that only know how to divide and manipulate for the sake of the few.

Social conditioning systems projected by massive inorganic artificial intelligence systems do not support true health, wellness, joy, passion, creativity, cooperation, communication, assimilation, satisfaction, growth, peace, inspiration, love, trust, etc. The masses overlook, ridicule, and reject the undeniable truth that we are each unique, and that we are diverse, but we still are within Unity. Understanding we’ve all been subjected to this hijacking of our organic nature is key.

In such a passive-aggressive environment, “the powers behind the power” know that someone who expresses his/her true authentic self is dangerous. Their goal is population control and domination. They have been launching their operations to support their hidden agendas left and right, for ages. To make mankind fearful, sick, powerless, confused, enslaved to be drained of their energy, and ignorant enough to be eager to give their consent to them to withstand and even promote such infiltration.

Being authentic, strong, fearless, confident, having trust in the Infinite Being, and loving is the most rebellious act we can do to dissolve and dismantle such mind-controlling games. It’s the key to reclaim our true sovereignty, to live masterfully, as a clear conduit of Infinite’s Intent.

It all starts to change when we grasp a little bit more of the concept of self-sovereignty. My being is my sustenance. Taking full responsibility means really letting go of all the constructs of our minds and truly, with humility, embracing that which we couldn’t embrace before. Our darkness is the unknown parts of ourselves that beg for inclusiveness in our compassionate understanding.

When we express the bold Song of the Self (our own authentic symphony), that is unique to each of us, without questioning it, without doubting it, we are expressing in authenticity. When we listen to our true inspiration and express it unapologetically, we are being authentic. When we say NO, when things don’t resonate with us, we are being authentic. When we command our space and put healthy boundaries physically, mentally, emotionally, and energetically, we are being authentic. When decide to put ourselves first, we are not being selfish, we are being authentic.

© Perception Shifter "Illusions shatter as perception shifts." Art by VALMARK Writings by Nathalie Markoch

[meadow-roses]

So grateful to the queue function on tumblr 😂😂 it's been nearly a month and I realized I got so invested in the animatic I'm working on I've forgotten to do social media-ing 😂😅

[shironezuninja]

Gumoko is feeling sad. She comes over to Spidey’s apartment, knowing that he’s hiding from the outside hustling holiday cheers…which was also filled with the scent of mint. His Spider DNA makes him allergic to mint, but now he also caught a head cold and is shivering under his blanket fort.

He sneezes a soft “Ah-Choo!” as Gumoko pokes her head through the fort’s opening. She sees him looking miserable; a snot drop forming outside of his mask.

Gumoko enters his fort and wraps a blanket around the both of them. Spidey cuddles up to Gumoko with a happy expression in his masked eyes; a heart shape forming to the side of his head.

[1nfine77]

hhahahaha i disappeared again. woops.

scripting/worldbuilding wrt dr ramble under cut. no promises for this making any sense.

anyway - i've sat down and properly started getting to grips with my script, now that i'm done with exams, and the sheer amount of worldbuilding i want to do first is... oh boy.

shifting to a modded version of a video game universe, particularly mc in this case, is an... experience in trust when you leave it all alone, i want to say, because of how many mods do not integrate with one another. you'll get add-on mods and you'll get mods that acknowledge one another or will use one another's components, but in terms of the story or base mechanics of each mod, you tend to end up with a lot of disparate parts with their own separate and unrelated progressions and ways of dealing with base game things. in order to progress through two progression-based mods, you need to do them at the same time or else you'll be at end-game with one and then returning to square-zero in order to do anything with the other.

(better yet, you'll get mods with conflicting storylines or progressions, where trying to build a world where you focus on one will, on an in-game story level, lock you out of another, or where doing two mods at once will essentially mean you're tokyo drifting across what are essentially two very different belief systems without ever really trying to cohere them. which is whatever, but it does me in.)

or you'll get one mod completely overpowering another in terms of what it can achieve, and i want to level the playing field a bit and make some things more powerful and others less in order to counterbalance this a little. or at least have one be a natural progression of another, or have this one thing be useful in this case but in the general case, this other thing is preferred, etc etc.

and since i'm here with notion in front of me, i may as well grapple with the problem i have just noticed and shape a solution for it myself rather than leaving it up to chance.

(i also have like... ten separate 'magic systems'* i want to try to develop as different explanations for and beliefs surrounding the same or similar sets of phenomena**, each with their own key figures in their development, but... fuck, that's a task, i've realised lmao, especially because i am dealing, in the dr, with a truckload of forgotten and lost history due to the nature of the dr.)

i essentially need to deconstruct every single component of what makes up my dr and decide, on a case-by-case basis, whether to synthesise it with a previously unrelated part of a different component, dismiss it entirely (either because i don't like it or because it doesn't fit), treat it as its own phenomenon or adjust it so that it no longer leans on cr-related, and therefore dr-foreign, concepts.

and again - there is technically no need for me to fight with this. but i'm here and i may as well, and having the extra bit of knowledge of where i'm headed is likely going to help.

honestly my entire script sucks because of these... major oversights. sure, i have changed major mechanics on the way, which doesn't help, but then there's things like this that are genuine sandpaper to my brain. i visualise myself doing a specific thing in my dr and get taken completely out of it by the hard-clash of that thing and some other fucking thing from another fucking mod, both of which apparently sit comfortably in the same universe from which they both originated (anything that can be explained from 'idk it came from outer space/another dimension/etc.' is being left that way thanks).

this is a long-winded way to say that i may as well write a book at this point if i am going to be this fucking bent on logical consistency in a god damn fantasy setting. if i get too in the weeds with this and start going down the rabbit hole of conlangs, and then trying to make creole languages out of those conlangs, then i guess i better give up and admit i'm subconsciously trying to be tolkien.

*oh - and i finally realised, after four fucking years of being bent on the same exact dr, that no, the laws of physics and reality will be different there than they are here, and so what i am seeing as a magic system may well be equivalent in sense and rationality (with regards to explaining external phenomena) to. idk. physics. wards - as in, physical unopenable doors and literal invisible barriers - may well be as common and usual as fucking gravity, and it's my cr headspace - and the way these things are treated in the mod, honestly - that's making that complicated for me.

**i do have some 'magic systems' that touch on, like, specifically plants, or specifically astrology, that i can pretty much leave alone because they have their own... spheres of influence that other systems don't really interact with, but even with these i want some mutual acknowledgement.

[suppotato123]

One time in DnD, my Rouge Shifter, Conri, was in a tournament and this round was a game of capture the flag. There was a catch, however, in that, players could hide the flag on their persons while trying to evade the other team. At one point, a player on the opposing team to Conri’s, a fish man named Gill, had hidden the flag in his pants. Having previously rolled a decent perception check, I knew that that’s where the flag was hidden, so on this turn, I rolled to cut the guy’s belt and take the flag. I rolled a nat 20 and the DM narrated, “you go to cut his belt with such force that you end up stabbing Gill in the dick. You take the flag leaving Gill bleeding and doubled over on the ground in pain.” Conri’s team won the round, and it was epic.

[theshiftingwitch]

The multiverse theory VS The consciousness theory:

Shifttok has struck again, confusing baby shifters and veterans alike. The current discourse about which of the shifting theories is more accurate is throwing me for a loop, so let's dive in, shall we?

What is the multiverse theory?

It is a school of thought that suggests that there are infinite realities, infinite universes, and that You exist within all of them. You are a part of every possible reality within every possible universe, and in order to shift, all you have to do is become aware of that specific reality.

Cool? Peachy.

What is the consciousness theory?

This one suggest that you are pure consciousness, and that everything that exists around you is a reflection of your inner world. You create reality and it materializes as you observe it. You are the creator and everything is the result of your perception. In order to shift, you have to change your inner world, and your outer world will follow, shaping the reality you desire.

Are we on the same page so far? Sure thing.

So, which one is more accurate when it comes to shifting?

Well, let's look at it like this:

If you are the universe having a human experience, and you exist within all realities, doesn't that mean everything is your creation?

If all you have to do to shift is switch your awareness from one reality to another of your choosing, and all of those infinite possiblities already exist for you to perceive them, doesn't that mean you are (you're never going to believe this btw) PURE CONSCIOUSNESS?

If the multiverse is a bunch of infinite realities within infinite universes, and you are at the core of every single one of them, ready to experience the one you become AWARE of, doesn't that mean YOU ARE THE MULTIVERSE? YOU ARE THE CONSCIOUSNESS THAT CREATES AND PERCEIVES REALITIES??

Why create a meaningless division in the first place when at the end of the day, everything is a loop that leads back to you? You are both pure consciousness, and the multiverse with its infinite realities. You are the creator and the creation, you are the reality that you wish to perceive and the perception itself.

Creation is already finished and every possible thing you could imagine already exists. But who do you think created it?

The universe?

The Multiverse?

The Omniverse?

You.

Happy shifting ❤️

[chitra111goddess]

Let's talk about Revati women ♡

💗 Revati is ruled by Mercury the trickster and its a Pisces nakshatra so you can only imagine how these natives can cast an illusion, theyre like magicians or shifters. They're master manipulators (not in a bad way cuz they don't intend to harm others but it's like they know how to get their way and how to be perceived a certain way while being lowkey w their motives)

I noticed its easy for revati women to attract wealth through other people as well like having a sugar daddy or a provider or thro pretty privilege/using their femininity to attract. They make it seem effortless or they have this mentality of "work smart, not hard". I think its underrated how fking clever they are !

That's not to say that they can't do things on their own but they like it when others do it for them

they don't rly seem to get emotionally attached to people easily but once they do it's v deep , there's always smtg in it for them tho like they have to gain smtg from the people or the experience (mercury and jupiter influence of revati) ,, it's not wrong , cuz if it doesn't serve u why pursue it?

Example Shera seven (mercury in revati) + leighton meester as Blair in gossip girl (revati sun)

she's so funny 💀 again the epitome of don't work hard work smart, using her femininity to get her way. Revati is the type to not "need" a man but they can use one lmaoo it sounds toxic but I mean .. it works. It just feels like revati energy don't rly come from a place of need or desperation , it feels more like "been there done that" (being the last nakshatra of pisces) kinda vibe so they're not easily phased or impressed and they use whatever they got now in order to attract more

💗 The duality of revati women never misses, which makes them so interesting. There's that sweet soft girly side but also dark feminine seductive side just like with other mercury nakshatras, but revati can pull off both light and dark

I mean look at Rihanna (revati moon and asc)

Pretty girlie + bad bitch essence in one (that comes from the tropical aries too imo)

Revati women just seem unbothered like they don't rly care, which gives them this air of confidence, even if they're awkward at least they know how to PRETEND to be confident.

(Anna wintour revati moon)

This again ties to how revati women can alter the perception of others of how they're being perceived by pretending or acting like it

Another example is kristen stewart (revati sun) even tho she can be awkward but she also seems unbothered and like she don't care. And ofc Angelina jolie especially in the movie *girl interrupted* her revati moon shines through

That trickster smirk lol

They don't like to be labeled or put in a box I think revati women can be so fluid that goes to being gender fluid for some of them, they always wanna show different sides like they're not one way, they're multifaceted so people will have v different opinions on them

Im seeing alot of them rocking the Bob cut especially revati moon women

Also I have to mention revati women and their voice 👁👄👁 they always sound unique or feminine, and the way they talk is pleasing like I could listen to them all day.

Let me know ur thoughts and I might add to this later on

[ghcstao3]

(part 1) (cw blood/violence)

Shifters should be born, not made. That’s one of few things that science has been able to say for certain about the biology (and ethics) of the species.

John MacTavish was born, not made, and all his life he’s told that’s something he should be grateful for. And he is.

Because it’s his heightened senses that aid him in excelling in his career. It’s his inhuman abilities that give him an edge; it's his differently-wired brain that deepens his perception, his instinct, and lends him a better gut feeling to tell right from wrong.

And Simon "Ghost" Riley is nothing but wrong.

John could sense something was off about the lieutenant from the moment they met—the man smells human beneath the smoke and dirt and gun oil, but he carries himself too strangely to not be something else. His voice, though obviously naturally gravelly, rasps like his vocal cords don’t take too kindly to words, and his limbs are slightly, almost imperceptibly disproportionate, and it's unsettling, but John just pastes on a friendly smile and promises to save you a seat, sir.

Ghost's stare weighs heavy on John's shoulders as he retreats, something dark and piercing and haunted. It bores a hole through John’s gear, burns the nape of his neck, but he has to continue walking away. He can’t pause, can’t look back, because somehow he fears he won’t like what he sees if he does.

It’s animal instinct that has his hackles raised in Ghost’s presence from then on. John acts unafraid, is unafraid, but there’s something about the man he needs to know but cannot, and it’s eating him alive. Ghost may say he’s human and Price might back that claim, but John isn’t stupid. He isn’t so naive to think that something isn’t wrong.

Then John gets his answer. Stranded alone with Ghost, exhausted and irritated and sticky with sweat in the middle of the Amazon, he gets his answer.

Their makeshift camp would offer scant protection, but being in the middle of nowhere John anticipates their worst enemy would only be the fauna—regardless, though, they’d take turns keeping watch. Or they might take turns, given Ghost has a track record of taking the first shift and never waking John up until they had to move.

Sometimes John thinks that the man might not actually sleep.

This time, however, John is roused by the tearing of flesh and the squelch of blood, by gargled screams and snapped bones. It’s too dark to make anything out, but rather than investigate John wills his body still and breath quiet, preferring he not get caught by whatever monstrous thing he can hear growling low in its throat.

As wary as he still is about his lieutenant, they’ve grown close enough that John itches to reach out for his assurance, to make certain the man is still alive.

But then there’s one last nauseating rip of limb from torso, and a desperate, choking plea, and then there’s silence.

John has to bite back his own scream when a wet snout suddenly nudges his face.

A cold nose brushes his skin followed by a whiskered, bloodied maw, the creature sniffing at him while John keeps his eyes screwed shut. He begins to worry that this is how he dies—like the other men that must have found their position just in time to get torn apart—but then the creature moves away from his face, wandering elsewhere, but not far, before it slumps on the ground.

After its breathing has evened out, John dares take a peek, and while the rainforest’s canopy blocks out most moonlight, he can still faintly make out the form of what he thinks is a jaguar, a black panther—but it’s too big, too gangly, its fur patchy and matted with crimson. John is tempted to pick through his gear for a flashlight, the moonlight too dim to pick out the details, but he ultimately resists. Just squints into the night at the strange disjointedness of the maybe-jaguar, its composition wrong, almost like it’s an amalgamation of animals rather than just one.

Eventually John rolls onto his back, staring up at the silhouettes of branches and leaves high above, trying not to think too hard about the massacre he’s going to find in the morning, or about the beast, or about where the fuck Ghost had gone.

He doesn’t really fall back asleep, only drifts in and out of consciousness, his mind restless and battling with his fatigue. When dawn mercifully breaks, John wastes no time getting up, unable to stay still any longer—he’d been right, of course, about the grisly sight of their camp’s perimeter.

A dozen or so dismembered and disemboweled bodies are strewn about, remnants of gear and weapons telling John they had, in fact, been the enemy caught up to them—and the culprit of it all, John remembers, is still asleep on the soft earth as if it hadn’t so easily caused all that carnage.

And Ghost is still missing.

John turns, tentative, to observe the jaguar-thing, and as his gaze sets upon it in the growing light, a violent shiver rolls up his spine.

What he first decides is that’s it’s not quite a jaguar, but nor is it really anything else. John’s eyes had not deceived him in assessing its size and too-long limbs; it’s almost grotesque in form, malformed, uncanny. Corded muscle is uncomfortably prominent, as are the ridges of its ribs, its shoulder blades, its hips. Teeth and claws long and sharp and deadly, fangs so lengthy they poke past the jaguar-thing’s lips like a sabre-tooth tiger.

It goes beyond mutation, John thinks, but he also doesn’t know how else an animal like that could exist without some kind of unnatural intervention.

Unless—

No. No, that’s a stupid thought. No one becomes a shifter, and if they do they certainly don’t live to tell the tale. No, that can’t be possible.

But it would make so much sense.

The jaguar-thing stirs, then, blinking open eyes the same dark colour of the spongy soil beneath them.

Not the right colour for a cat of any kind.

John doesn’t move. Considers shifting himself not to fight but to give him speed in fleeing, but he needs his gear, and he needs to know if this thing is Ghost, so he remains glued in place as the creature stands and stretches, moving lithely in spite of the way its body so wrongly exists. He stands his ground even when it approaches, even when it stands much taller than a jaguar should, almost like the beast is half-bear.

Then its presence shifts, and he sucks a sharp breath through his teeth.

What stares back at John is not human.

[sillygoofyqueer]

Ooh, for Shen Yuan’s looks I was thinking a black, blue and silver theme, to Bing-ge’s black, red and gold.

(You can’t tell me emperor Bing-ge, also the Huan Hua Palace master, doesn’t have at least some gold in his formal outfits).

If you look at crow feathers, they have a sort of blue sheen in the right lighting, so blue would be quite fitting!

I also like the idea of his hair being mostly elegant and classy, but with some cute little braids that include colored threads weaved in them, plus shiny bobbles and feathers hanging off the ends. The braids are from his crow family members. It’s a traditional grooming practice!

Anon I am MADLY in love with you. We're going to high five and hug and frolic in the fields together if I ever find out who you are. The idea of little braids being in otherwise elegant hair really fits with my perception of "mainly classy Shen Yuan until his bird instincts kick in (he's also a little gremlin before that)", because he obviously wants to keep his hair neat and presentable but he also has the natural instinct to let people braid his hair to show affection! (Definitely have to have a wholesome little scene where Shen Yuan shows Bing-ge how to braid his hair in the traditional fashion). I love the idea of shiny things being in his hair as well, through shiny beads and threads. BONUS POINTS if he has a shiny little thing that holds his hair up and counts as a little dagger (gifted by one of the others in the crow family as a precaution. Can also be traditional for those who come of a certain age!) On another note, thinking about Shen Yuan in half human form. He retains his wings and I like to think he has spatterings of feathers crawling up his spine and the back of his neck, around the edges of his cheeks maybe? He looks mainly human, but I'd find it cool if he still had those little patches of feathers (like when you see patches of scales on a dragon-shifter type character)

Oh, this is so fun. I've always loved a protective family, and I love Bing-ge being struck by the audacity of the crow family and also jealousy because nobody ever acts like this about him!! His wives do, he supposes, but that's for their own selfish reasons! They don't really care about him like the crow family cares for Shen Yuan. The crow family is only not attacking him because Shen Yuan has said that it's "not cool" to attack the emperor, or whatever. Corvids can mimic that stuff?? Oh my god, the ANTICS! Shen Yuan would totally use it to mess with people when he's bored, jumpscaring people and having fun with story time for the kids. He would also use it when stealing, so that he doesn't have to needlessly hurt anyone to get to the shiny thing he covets, the human side of him holding him back. I'd find it super funny that when the crows (cultivating or not) meet Bing-ge, a few start spurting out every curse they've ever heard from humans, and Shen Yuan has to explain that they're mimicking what they hear people say, they don't mean it! (probably-) {part five! Part one, part two, part three, part four, part six, part seven!!}

[littlest-w01f]

Rita's

Feysand x Reader

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Summary: Feyre is drunk, and the barmaid who opened her and her husband's tab that night looks sexier with every shot. Rhysand is more than willing to aid her drunken fantasy

CW: Fingering, Oral f!receiving, MxFxF, Smut 18+ MDNI

A/N: part two Shifter for kinktober

You're working at Rita's, serving drinks to a variety of patrons. One moment, you're pouring vodka for a couple, and the next, you're sliding over a glass of bourbon to a rugged-looking male at the end of the counter. The room hums with conversation, laughter, and the occasional clink of glasses. Your hands move quickly, mixing drinks and wiping down tables as needed.

You laugh slightly, seeing your friend dancing on a makeshift stage nearby as drunk males and females whistled and hooted for the show she put on. While she was in barely any clothes you were dressed in a simple blouse and floor-length skirt, covering most of your skin except for your midriff and the exposing slit that showed a little of your right leg.

"Darling, right here," A voice calls to you while you're done cleaning up where a drunk patron had spilt his drink, you look up to see your High Lord and Lady occupying the seats diagonal to you.

You put on a smile and approach them. "Evenin', my Lady, my lord." You dip your chin in respect as Feyre waves her hand.

"Oh, no need for that." Feyre smiles, turning to Rhysand before turning back to you, giving you their orders.

With a nod, you start pulling out shot glasses and pouring a variety of colourful liquors into them. your fingers brush against each other as you pass the tray to the High Lord and Lady.

"Here you go, my lady," you say, your voice loud over the music blasting. As you step away, you can't help but steal glances at the pair. Feyre, with her mesmerizing beauty and Rhysand, whose aura of power is almost palpable.

As you continue to serve the rest of the night away, your eyes keep finding their way back to the High Lord and Lady, bringing them more shots and drinks. They seem engrossed in conversation, Feyre's laughter ringing out occasionally above the din of the crowd. Every so often, Rhysand would lean closer to her, his intense gaze never leaving her face. At one point, you notice Feyre looking at you, a small smirk playing on her lips, her eyes almost dark, which you blamed on the dim lighting.

Feyre looks up at you, as she had for most of the night, now leaning against Rhysand in her drunken state, her eyes meeting yours across the crowded bar. There's a spark there, a silent invitation that leaves your heart pounding in your chest. She gives you a small nod, barely perceptible under the loud music and general commotion around you.

Feeling emboldened by this unspoken signal, you begin making your rounds less frequently, staying closer to their table. Every so often, you'd catch Rhysand watching you with an unreadable expression, something that makes you burn at the pit of your stomach. When Feyre and Rhysand get up to walk out, you move to set some things back in their places, your shift ending for the night.

Rhysand stops by your side momentarily before disappearing towards the back hallway. A warm tingle runs through you at his brief touch, his whispered words barely audible over the noise "Meet us outside..."

As you leave the bar, your mind races with thoughts and possibilities. You glance around, looking for the High Lord and Lady, but they're nowhere in sight. Then, you hear Feyre's soft voice behind you, sending a jolt of surprise through your body.

"I hope you came willingly... Wouldn't want to force you into anything." Her voice is playful yet serious, holding a note of command that sends another thrill coursing through you.

"Yes. I... I came willingly." You nod and before you know it, Feyre has led you deeper into the alleyway, away from prying eyes and nosy patrons.

The cool air hits your face as Rhysand leans against the brick wall, crossing his arms. "She's been watching you all night," He murmurs, stepping closer until he's mere inches away from you.

"I want you..." Feyre slurred, the alcohol in her breath, she moved closer to you, "Can I drink you?"

The corners of Rhysand's mouth twitch upwards into a knowing grin as he watches your reaction. "You may go back inside if you do not wish to," he says, "She's been eyes you the entire evening, craving you, if you're uncomfortable with it, I am more than capable of satisfying my mate." his voice is low and filled with amusement.

You swallowed, feeling trapped between the two powerful figures. But instead of fear, all you felt was a strange excitement course through your veins. "Yes, my lady," you agree, heart racing in your chest.

Feyre giggled, reaching up to cradle your face in her delicate hands. Her lips were soft and demanding as they crashed against yours, your chests pushed together causing you to groan, seeing the chance, her tongue snaking out to explore your mouth eagerly.

Meanwhile, Rhysand's large hands roamed over your curves from behind, tracing patterns up and down your arms before cupping your ass. You moaned into Feyre's kiss, arching into Rhysand's touch.

Feyre doesn't waste any time getting you out of your attire. Her nimble fingers fumble with the buttons of your blouse, pulling the fabric apart to reveal your perky breasts encased in a black lace. Meanwhile, Rhysand's skilled hands make quick work of pulling your skirt to your waist, leaving you standing with your blouse just handing off your shoulders and your skirt at your waist as Rhysand removes your lingerie with a wave of his hand.

"You're even more beautiful than I fantasised," Feyre purrs, running her hands down your sides and around to squeeze your hips, bringing them up to feel every inch of your body.

Rhysand whispered down your neck, "You're the first female she's ever wanted, doesn't that make you feel special darling?"

You gasp as you feel Rhysand's hot breath along your neck, your cheeks heating up despite the cold. "Y-yes," you stammer, your knees nearly buckling under the weight of their gazes but Rhysand holds you still by your thighs, spreading them for Feyre as she drops on her knees, licking her lips.

Feeling Feyre's hot breath ghost over your cunt, you bite your lip hard, whines still escaping, your body trembling as she parts your folds with her fingers, revealing your glistening cunt. With a low hum of approval, Feyre dips her head, her tongue darting out to taste you, experimental at first before she dives in, crazed at your sweet taste.

"Feyre please-" Your cries echo throughout the alleyway, filling the empty space with the sounds of your pleasure. Your juices run down Feyre's chin as she feasts on your cunt, her fingers digging into your thighs as you squirm beneath her.

"Feels winderful, doesn't it, darling?" Rhysand asks his mate as he continues to praise you, while he watches Feyre eat you out. His cock strains against his pants, tenting the fabric as he grinds himself against your ass. "That's a good girl"

"F-Fuck..." You whimper, your body writhing in ecstasy, not sure whether to thrust into Feyre's tongue or Rhysand's cock.

Your body trembles as Feyre's fingers delve into your soaking cunt at once, curling and twisting inside of you as she finds your sweet spot. Each flick of her wrist sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, making you cry out and grip Rhysand's arms for support.

"Oh fuck! Yes!" You scream, your walls clenching around Feyre's fingers as you edge closer to your orgasm. The sensation of having both Feyre's mouth and fingers on you at once pushes you over the edge, and with a final cry, you come hard, your juices dripping down Feyre's hand.

As Feyre stands, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, Rhysand steadies you, keeping you upright as your legs wobble beneath you.

"Good girl," he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before pulling away to adjust his pants, his hard cock painfully evident.

Feyre smirks, "I hope you enjoyed that," she purrs, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face.

"I did..." You blush softly, watching Rhysand take a gentle hold of Feyre's hand, bringing her fingers wet with your release to his lips to clean them off.

He groaned as he cleaned Feyre's hand, turning to you while you were buttoning your blouse, "Now even I want a go at you." you paused, looking at him and Feyre.

Feyre's eyes were bright with glee at his suggestion, "Oh, you should come home with us," she held your hands, pulling you close to her, "We can have more fun."

You let out a shaky breath, "Yeah... I'd like that." Your response makes them both smile wide, holding to you, they winnow back to the river house.

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[perceptionshifter]

IS PHYSICAL MATTER REALLY SOLID?

There are no beginnings, nor endings in this multiverse. The illusion of separating anything from anything is due to massive gaps in our contracted/expanded perception. There is nothing really “solid” in our physical experience. Everything is an “energetic” fluid field. Even the word energy is very limited in describing the substance of The Source of all That Exists. We are all made by the same substance, which is what The Infinite (Source, The Creator) is made of. Let’s call this Incorruptible Infinite Matter. It’s what truly animates us all.

Incorruptible Infinite Matter is malleable and responds to our intent. It’s consciousness, awareness that does not have a beginning nor an end. We have been, are, and forever will be it. Our conscious minds are not equipped to grasp this, but if we bypass the tyranny of the mind/logic and the sentimental attachments of the heart, we might start to resonate with the truth behind these words.

DOES PHYSICAL CREATION HAVE A LIMIT?

There is the KNOWN (that which mankind has access to), the UNKNOWN (that which mankind doesn’t have access to just yet), the UNKNOWABLE (that which mankind doesn’t even realize exists, but other beings in the Cosmos do), and the UNFANTHOMABLE (that which not even a single being in the Cosmos know exists).

I feel that Incorruptible Infinite Matter, the substance that the Source of All Life/The Infinite/The Creator/God is made of, has indeed no beginning and no end. And since we, as organic beings, are made of it, we too are the same. That only applies to all organic creation but does not apply to sub-creations (for example, when there is artificial interference of some sort).

We’ve been in a war over consciousness for 3 billion years between organic expression (first creations), and artificial distortions (parasitic entities). As men or women, we could think of ourselves as 100% organic creations, but that is because we were in the shadows regarding what was truly happening behind the scenes.

Mankind has been through a lot as a race. Artificial genetic manipulation, quantum artificial intelligence systems running artificial programs through us and also manipulating our environment/reality, etheric and physical implants, heavy metals and poison in our environment and foods, etc.), being used as batteries to power up their technologies and feed the parasitic entities, etc. This situation has been the case for at least 3 billion years.

ALL WE THINK WE KNOW, THEY’VE ALLOWED US TO KNOW

The problem lies in how it was set up for us in physicality. The so-called building blocks of life (atomic, sub-atomic particles) if they are being expressed as something separate from the One, they do have a beginning and an end. What we see as matter, through a contracted vision, is just a sub-creation. What lies beyond it is Incorruptible Infinite Matter. But we find that we cannot fully access it if we don’t organically express the 7 sub-atomic particles, in Oneness with Source.

If they express in separation, then the organic substance we are really made of is suppressed, and distortions seep through the 7 sub-atomic particles. There are six of them: light, frequency, energy, life force, intelligent perception (cognitive and non-cognitive), and intent (also known as presence). Matter is the seventh one, and it has been surrounded by the other 6 like a ring. Matter acts like a portal that is opened once we dissolve the blockages that cause corruption in their organic expression. Once we express them In Oneness (and in separation no more), then we have access to express Incorruptible Infinite Matter that shines through when the 7 sub-atomic particles are dissolved in their separateness. Then we can “burn off” the illusions of the sub-atomic and atomic particles as artificial sub-creation.

NO TIME AND NO SPACE

If we realize there are no beginnings and no endings, then we can also realize there is really no time and no space, so there’s no real past no real future. The only thing that organically exists is the eternal fluid moment.

In society, people are totally obsessed with the past, and the future – escaping the perfection of the moment by bringing in ghosts of the past or projections of the future into it. But we are a fluid field that is constantly renewing itself forevermore, in Oneness with Source. We have eternity to enjoy that which we are. We can relax into ourselves, and at the same time, engage with life fully from a place of surrendered trust that we are never truly alone.

LIFE AND DEATH, WE DON’T NEED TO CHOOSE ONLY ONE

Life and death are really an illusion. These stages of being are only separated by our perception, by frequency, etc. One uses the physical body, and the other uses de soul body. If we merge our physical body and our soul body, we realize that it’s not necessary to “die”. Spirit, on the other hand, is like a shadow that is cast from the separation of body and soul. If we succeed in combining all of them (the spirit has a magnetic body and an electric body) in the flesh, the illusion of separation dissolves itself as we remember our Oneness.

In timeless time and spaceless space, we find our true inspiration, our authentic expression, and effortless knowing. It’s “where” we find ourselves as One with the Only One. It’s where the mind and emotions don’t intervene. We become a clear conduit of Infinite’s Intent, where beginnings and endings don’t exist. The spontaneity of the unfoldment of the Infinite Being through us is where we experience ourselves. We don’t become stagnant by being in intoxicating bliss but at the same time, we don’t succumb to despair by the overwhelming chaos of a world (that we now see) that has been upside down for eons.

[veronimouse]

here’s my thoughts about shifting, that might be helpful for every shifters out there. i geniunely believe that every choice u make leads u to another reality/makes ur reality. like u just cannot be in a single reality for longer than a second. the moment u wake up, ure already shifting. it might not be something very noticeable, but u still did. u woke up and chose to brush your teeth first? yeah, u shifted. because there are other realites where u chose to do other things instead. this kind of mindset kind of stuck with me since 4 years ago, and i could definitely say that it made my shifting journey more easier. i’ve been seeing other shifter struggle with the fact that shifting is really that simple. i feel like the moment u let go of the concept of original reality, the easier it would be for u to shift. instead of viewing this reality as you’re original reality, and as your current one rather, everything will fall in place. just by writing this, i already shifted. every word i typed in, i already shifted. and just by reading this, u did too. u shifted. because there are other realities where u chose to scroll past this post instead. or did some other things. take it easy, love. u are more than capable of shifting, trust me.

while these are just my own beliefs, do keep in mind that everyone has their own perceptions. your beliefs and opinions might be different from mine, and that’s okay. no need to dwell about things like that. just do what works best for you. happy shifting 🤍

[mywitchyblog]

Interviewing Hekate About Reality Shifting

Im Making this post with is a interview with the godess Hekate where i ask her via tarot about Reality Shifting im planning on making more content which is both about witchcraft and reality shifting so for the time being enjoy this little interview (i tried to make it so the meaning of the cards are transcribed into an interview like response) If this post reaches 50 reactions i will make a part two and you can give me questions you would like to ask her and i will put them in the next part:

Question one : What do you think about Reality Shifting ? 

Answers (Moon , Page of cups in Reverse , Three of wands):

"Reality shifting? Ah, it's a fascinating concept. You see, it's not as simple as many might think. It's like walking through a moonlit forest - beautiful, but filled with shadows and uncertainty.

At its core, reality shifting taps into the deepest parts of your subconscious. It's not something you can approach with just your logical mind. You need to embrace your intuition, to be willing to step into the unknown.

Now, I won't sugarcoat it - many find it challenging at first. It's common to feel blocked, like you're trying to express something but the words just won't come. This is normal. It's your mind grappling with new concepts, new ways of perceiving reality.

But here's the exciting part - if you push through these initial difficulties, reality shifting can open up incredible new horizons. It's like standing on a cliff edge and suddenly being able to see far beyond what you thought possible. It expands your understanding of what reality can be.

In essence, I see reality shifting as a profound tool for personal growth and exploration. It's not easy, but for those who persist, it offers the potential to experience existence in ways they never imagined possible.

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"Hekate, many people are curious: How can they know that Shifting is real?"(three of wands rv, seven of pentacles rv, justice rv,)

Let's imagine I'm interviewing Hekate about this question. Here's how she might respond based on the cards drawn:

"Hekate, many people are curious: How can they know that Shifting is real?"

"Ah, that's a complex question, and the answer might not be what many are hoping to hear. You see, the reality of Shifting isn't something that can be easily proven or disproven in conventional ways.

First, it's important to understand that the journey of Shifting often doesn't unfold as quickly or dramatically as one might expect. Many become impatient, waiting for immediate, tangible results. But that's not usually how it works.

There's also a lack of concrete, measurable outcomes in the traditional sense. People often look for physical evidence or scientific validation, but Shifting operates on a different plane of experience. It's more subjective, more personal.

And here's the thing: the concept of what's 'real' isn't as black and white as we often think. Our perception of reality is shaped by our beliefs, experiences, and understanding. Shifting challenges our conventional notions of what's possible.

So, how can people know if Shifting is real? It's less about external validation and more about personal experience and inner knowing. It requires a willingness to question your assumptions about reality, to be open to experiences that don't fit neatly into conventional understanding.

For many, the 'realness' of Shifting comes through consistent practice, patience, and a willingness to trust their own experiences, even when they can't be objectively measured or proven to others. It's a deeply personal journey of exploration and self-discovery."

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"Hekate, why do you think some people, often called 'Anti-Shifters', don't believe in Shifting?"(queen of swords rv, tower, magician rv,)

"Ah, the skeptics. Their disbelief stems from several factors, and it's quite a volatile topic.

Firstly, many Anti-Shifters approach the concept of Shifting with a rigid, closed-minded perspective. They're often quick to dismiss ideas that don't align with their current understanding of reality. There's a tendency to cut down new or unconventional ideas without truly exploring them.

But here's where it gets interesting - their disbelief often comes from a place of upheaval or fear. Shifting challenges the very foundations of how they perceive reality. It's like a tower crumbling - when faced with concepts that shake their worldview so fundamentally, many retreat into skepticism as a form of self-protection.

There's also a misunderstanding about the nature of Shifting itself. Some Anti-Shifters might be looking for grand, magical demonstrations or irrefutable proof. They might expect Shifters to perform like stage magicians, showing off supernatural abilities. But that's not what Shifting is about, and when they don't see these grandiose displays, they assume it must not be real.

In essence, their disbelief is often a combination of rigid thinking, fear of the unknown, and misunderstandings about what Shifting actually entails. It's easier for them to dismiss it entirely than to grapple with ideas that could completely transform their understanding of reality.

Remember, though, that everyone's journey is different. Some skeptics might eventually open their minds, while others may never be comfortable with the concept. The key is to respect different perspectives while continuing to explore and understand your own experiences."

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"Hekate, how does one distinguish between a dream and a successful reality shift?" (queen of swords, two of pentacles rv, five of wands rv)

"An excellent question, and one that requires a sharp mind to navigate. The line between dreams and successful shifts can indeed be blurry, but there are ways to discern the difference.

First and foremost, approach this with a clear, analytical mindset. Unlike dreams, which often have a hazy, ephemeral quality, a successful shift tends to feel more vivid and coherent. You'll want to examine your experience with a discerning eye, looking for details and consistencies that dreams typically lack.

Now, I must caution you - don't get caught up in trying to balance too many criteria or overthinking the experience. That's a common pitfall. Overanalyzing can lead to doubt and confusion, tipping the scales of your perception. Trust your intuition along with your rational mind.

Interestingly, one key difference lies in the aftermath. After a successful shift, you're likely to feel a sense of inner calm and clarity, unlike the often chaotic or conflicting emotions following a vivid dream. There's typically less internal struggle or confusion about the experience.

Remember, the goal isn't to prove your shift to others, but to understand it for yourself. Focus on your own perceptions and feelings. With practice and attention, the distinction between dreams and shifts will become clearer, like a sword cutting through fog.

Ultimately, trust in your ability to discern. Your own clear-headed analysis, combined with the unique feeling of a shift, will guide you to recognize the difference."

[shironezuninja]

It’s not easy for me to focus on writing out a post’s caption when I’m both stressed and on the move, like I was yesterday.

[deadnametrading]

I've been reading people's interpretations of this scene, and while I agree with the substance of the take that "Laios is quite isolated and his party often don't understand him", it's not the reading I get from this scene in either the manga or the anime.

So let's review the board, spoilers for episode 18 of the anime, obviously

Senshi's Laios: very cute, a reflection of his standards of masculinity. Possibly influenced by him being older, by Dwarven ageing, and the fact Laios is clean shaven. He projects similar notions on Chilchuck, and other biases onto Marcille. I feel this can mostly be chalked up to how brief his time with the party currently has been (1-2 weeks).

Chilchuck's Laios: Dangerous, unreasonable, unhinged, and coloured by his long time experience of Laios.

At this point in the story Chil's perception of Laios has changed rapidly due to both the reveal of his monster obsession (back in episode 1, previously suppressed) and the confrontation with Shuro, among other things. As seen in episode 13, he think's Laios is going to suicidally chase Falin to his death. He also thinks his monster obsession is a sign of a disturbed mind (not a suprise given his own experiences of the dungeon).

Marcille's Laios: Quite the opposite of Senshi, Laios' masculinity is exaggerated, which does reflect her Elf beauty standards (male and female Elves are often similarly feminine ).

Specifically for Marcille, she was told Laios looked a lot like Falin, and before meeting him, her opinion of him was really low (see the Falin makeup extras and her retelling the story of being alone after Laios left home, to Marcille).

Now, I've hated people in my lifetime, there's an inclination to be more critical of them than you would other people. Marcille didn't like the comparisons between the two siblings, and so fixated on their differences.

For review, here is there first meeting:

Marcille came for a fight, clearly her letters didn't tell Falin the whole story. She HATED Laios in this scene. Everything in the three years after was clawing back from this mess.

Look at Laios, not a button a stubble, and neither person got any short or taller in the intervening years. When she gets irate over people saying Falin and Laios look similar, it's because of that mental image broadcasted by the Shapeshifter. That's how she sees him in her mind, the man who took Falin away from her, who made Falin unhappy, and who others have the gall to compare to her dearest friend Falin.

Conclusion: Laios and Falin, their emotional and social alienation, and how they each influence others like Marcille and Kabru; these things are central to the story, and to Laios as a protagonist. The last thing I want it people thinking I'm dismissing that.

But at this point in the story, focusing on that narrative, it's proverbially putting the cart in front of the horse. Structurally, this encounter is a review of party stability moving forward. The previous battle with Chimera Falin put everyone on edge, made them uncertain of their future, and distrustful of Laios.

Laios came out of his fight with Shuro (Toshiro) appearing unobservant to people's appearances and feelings. Marcille and Chilchuck recognise Kabru and Laios didn't. They're suspicious of his abilities. Laios, in turn, knows he has the chance to win them back, knows he fucked up with Shuro (Toshiro) and ruined their friendship.

This encounter is about Laios' shortcomings, reflective of his neurodivergence, the doubts of his party, and how Laios uses his strengths to compensate, and even solve problems his party members can't. Ultimately, this chapter is saying, Laios is different, but he is not lesser, and in a battle against monsters he excels.

The others can point out differences in clothing and speech easily, but those were the tools the shape shifter easily used against them. Laios succeeds precisely because he's focusing on the things others don't pick up on.

[brucewaynehater101]

I’m thinking about a shifter AU, one where everyone can transform at will into an animal, but I’m also trying to write as feral a Tim Drake as I can. Like, aggressive as heck, and hates anyone trying to control him, and doesn’t play nice at galas.

So I’m thinking about making his animal a Honey Badger.

Thoughts? And what would you give the rest of the Batfam?

I have just the fics for you ^^

This short series:

I would love to see more about that AU, though. It's hella nice seeing more chaotic Tim characterization ^^ I do absolutely love the idea of Tim being a Honey Badger.

For similar reasons, I hc Damian as a ferret. They can be sweet and affectionate, but they are typically mischievous, sneaky, playful, and incredibly intelligent creatures.

For Cass, I do see her as a swan. She's graceful and fiercely protective. A lot of perception around swans are that they are calm and elegant beings. Sure, but they will also beat the shit out of people. It's usually in defense of their nest, self, or resources. They've also been used as guard animals.

Dick, as I've mentioned in one of my fics, kind of reminds me of a llama. They seem harmless, but they are used to protect flocks of sheep. They are fearless in their defense.

Barbara reminds me of a fox for her intelligent, sneaky, playful, and ferocious ways. Foxes may seem small, but they utilize that to their advantage.

Those are the more unique animals I've thought of....

Hmm...

If we're doing good dad Bruce, a grizzly bear. While they are often perceived as scary and/or dangerous, they tend to be kind. They are said to be peaceful, empathetic, thoughtful, and really love their kids. They can be scary and harmful, but tend not to be.

Alfred should be a kangaroo or a bee.

Duke could be a goose. They are friendly and loving beings that can cause a ton of chaos. They are known for being loyal and protective. They've been known to stay around sick/injured loved ones, even if that's detrimental to them.

I think Steph would be really cool as a wolf, but I was trying to list animals I haven't really seen (or seen much of) in animal shifter AUs. Therefore, she could be a penguin! While they are known to be aggressive to other penguin species and humans, they are extremely loyal, friendly, playful, calm, and curious.

Jason could be a beaver :)

I didn't want to be mean, but a blobfish would be hilarious for any of them.