#tay’s drs

[taysmultiverse]

⋆.˚𖦹⋆✮⋆.˚ 90’s Fame DR INTRODUCTION

The year is 1992

⋆˙⟡ Who Am I? — Brief Introduction

Hey everyone, I'm Taylor, a 21 year old actress. I was born and raised in Los Angeles, California. My acting career began at age 12 and I've been doing it ever since.

⋆˙⟡ My Career So Far — The Journey

I got my first break in an indie movie in 1985, playing a small role in "Wildflower Summer". It wasn't much, but it got me noticed, and I met my two best friends (Rain and River) in the entire world on that set. After that I continued to work on various projects, mostly tween and teen dramas, comedy, and horror. I became very known in that space (especially for the movie "Sunflower Fields"). While I did well in the teen space, I feel like I really got my big break in the 1991 show "The Hollows". It was my first big role in my newly emerging adult career.

⋆˙⟡ My Style — Fashion & Aesthetics

I love oversized flannel shirts, combat boots, and ripped jeans—that’s my go-to. I’m not much for dresses unless it’s an award show, but even then, I keep it real.

⋆˙⟡ Behind the Scenes — Life Beyond Acting

When I’m not acting I like to spend as much time with my family and friends as possible. You can usually catch me hanging with my friends Rain and River at their family home, Jamin’ to music. Reading is also my favorite pastime so I do that a lot too. My twin sister, Blair, has a band (“The Wild Types”) so I attend their shows (along with River and Rain’s band “Aleka’s Attic”)

⋆˙⟡ Current Projects — What's On My Plate Right Now?

Right now I’m on a little break but I’ll be filming “The Hollows” season 2 soon.

Thanks for reading! Feel free to ask me any questions about this!

[the-alien-incident]

This years Halloween was… something. Not only did I sprained both legs (great timing) but yesterday was also my first blog anniversary, and I really can't belive it already was a year since I joined Tumblr, and I couldn't be more happy of being here! :D So I also wanted to thank you guys, who make life more bearable :]

About the drawing, this is kind of a recopilatory of things I like, including Invader Zim (obviously), The invisible man and Flug Slys specifically XD

[just-another-colin-kinnie]

love these guys the juuls

ALSO THAT LAST POSE SKELETON DOODLE W ZANE AND CRYPTOR! IS FOR AN AU THINGGG IM WORKIN ON 😛

[yellow-hollow]

Does the host ever ask for help from other egos to help change his bandages ?

Host is rather self conscious about his condition and prefers to tend to his bandages by himself. Unfortunately for him, the bleeding rate is based on physical/mental exertion which he is a terrible judge of or he simply doesn’t notice lol. Dr. Iplier, Bing, and Google are the most likely to notice/help him out since preventing harm is part of their job/programming. Others are too spooked by Host to say anything, or don’t think the bleeding is a problem like this hungry Bim

[g1rlsp1ckins]

𝓕ARMER'S 𝓓AUGHTER 𝓓R     ✶ 𝓘NTRODUCTION

“𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦.”

꒰ Charlotte Campbell is the golden thread woven through the fabric of Sunny Acres Homestead, a farm cradled by rolling hills and kissed by the sun. With hair like spun wheat and a heart as tender as the morning dew, she moves through the orchard and fields as if she belongs to the land itself. The red barn hums with the echoes of generations past, while horses graze in the amber glow of twilight. Here, amidst the whisper of apple trees and the song of cicadas, Charlotte tends to the soul of the farm, her spirit as steadfast as the earth beneath her feet. Sunny Acres is more than her home—it is her poetry, her purpose, and the place where her roots run deep. ꒱

︶֪︶︶֪︶ ིྀ ︶︶֪︶ ୨ৎ︶֪︶︶֪︶ ིྀ ︶︶֪︶

꒰ She is the heart and soul of Sunny Acres Homestead, a sprawling farm nestled in the rolling hills of her hometown. Born to James and Clara Campbell, Charlotte has grown up surrounded by golden fields of wheat, lush orchards, and the hum of hard work. As the only child of the Campbells, she’s taken on the unofficial title of “the farmer’s daughter,” a role she wears with quiet pride.

Her days are a mix of simplicity and diligence. Charlotte rises before the sun to feed the animals, gather eggs, and check on the crops. Her favorite part of the day is tending to the orchard, where the scent of apples fills the air. She’s often found with her guitar slung across her back, singing softly to herself or to the animals, her voice blending with the symphony of the countryside.

Charlotte has a knack for sewing, crafting lace, and embroidery during the quiet evenings in the cabin she shares with her parents. Her creations are sought after at local fairs, where she trades them for things the farm needs. She also has a deep love for storytelling, filling journals with poetry, sketches, and musings inspired by her life on the homestead.

Despite her contentment on the farm, Charlotte harbors a curiosity about the world beyond Sunny Acres. She dreams of visiting bustling cities and meeting people with stories as rich as her own. Yet, she feels deeply tied to the land, knowing that Sunny Acres isn’t just where she lives—it’s who she is.

Charlotte’s kind spirit and hardworking nature make her beloved by the townsfolk. Many admire her for her loyalty to her family’s way of life, but she’s also known for her fierce independence and her subtle yearning for something more. She wears her mother’s old key on a leather strap around her neck—a reminder of her roots and the doors she hopes to one day unlock. ꒱

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꒰ Beckett Dawson is the quiet yet reliable farmhand at Sunny Acres Homestead. Raised on the outskirts of a small ranching town, Beckett grew up knowing the value of hard work but carried the burden of a tumultuous family life. His father, a stern rancher, demanded perfection, while his mother was the soft-spoken anchor who encouraged Beckett to pursue his quiet dreams. When Beckett was 17, his mother passed away unexpectedly, leaving him to navigate the storm of grief and his father's relentless expectations.

Desperate to find his own way, Beckett left home at 20, wandering from one farm to another before finding steady work at Sunny Acres. James Campbell, the owner, saw the boy’s potential and hired him despite his reserved demeanor. Over time, Beckett has proven himself indispensable, always the first to rise and the last to leave. While he prefers to work alone, tending to fences or herding livestock, Beckett’s skill with horses has made him an asset to the homestead.

Though he rarely speaks of his past, Beckett’s silence carries a weight that those around him can feel. He’s a man of few words but countless small gestures—fixing a broken fence before anyone notices, leaving freshly sharpened tools for the other workers, or ensuring the animals are warm on cold nights. Charlotte Campbell, the farmer’s daughter, is one of the few people who’s managed to draw him out of his shell. She often finds him sketching horses in an old notebook during breaks, and their quiet conversations have become a rare source of comfort for Beckett.

Beckett carries a deep fear of abandonment, a scar left by losing his mother, and the emotional distance of his father. This fear drives him to stay rooted at Sunny Acres, the first place that’s ever felt like home. He keeps a photo of his mother tucked into his wallet, a constant reminder of the one person who believed in him unconditionally.

Beneath his stoic exterior, Beckett is a dreamer, yearning for a life where he’s more than just a hired hand. Yet, for now, he’s content to be part of the rhythms of Sunny Acres, finding peace in the quiet moments and solace in the steady work of the farm. ꒱

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꒰ Charlotte and Beckett's story began in the small, unspoken moments that only life on a farm could create.

Charlotte had always noticed Beckett’s quiet nature—the way he’d tilt his hat lower when anyone looked his way or the way he’d slip away to the barn to sketch horses when he thought no one was watching. To most people, Beckett was a hard worker and little else, but to Charlotte, he was a mystery she couldn’t help but want to unravel.

One summer evening, as the sun painted the fields in hues of gold, Charlotte found Beckett repairing the fence along the orchard. He was deep in concentration, his hands moving with practiced ease. She approached with a basket of apples, her heart thudding in her chest for reasons she didn’t quite understand.

“You’ve been working hard all day,” she said, offering him an apple. “You should take a break.”

Beckett glanced up, startled, but took the apple with a small nod. “Thanks,” he murmured, his voice low and gruff.

That was how it started: quiet conversations during breaks, small smiles shared over the chores, and stolen moments in the orchard where their lives seemed to slow down. Charlotte would hum while picking apples, and Beckett would pause his work just to listen, even if he’d never admit it.

One evening, after a long day of work, Charlotte found Beckett sitting by the pond near the edge of the property. The setting sun cast a warm glow over him as he flipped through his notebook. Curious, she sat beside him, close enough to see the sketches—horses, barns, and, to her surprise, a sketch of a woman who looked an awful lot like her.

“You’re really talented,” she said softly, pointing to the drawing.

Beckett froze, his face turning red under his hat. “It’s… it’s nothing,” he stammered, closing the notebook.

“It’s not nothing,” she insisted, her voice gentle. “You should show people your work. It’s beautiful.”

He looked at her then, really looked at her, and for the first time, he felt like someone saw him—not just the farmhand or the quiet boy, but Beckett.

“You’re the only person who thinks so,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Well,” she said with a teasing smile, “I guess I’ll just have to think it enough for everyone else.”

From that moment on, their connection deepened. Beckett began to open up, sharing stories of his past and dreams he’d long buried. Charlotte, in turn, found herself trusting Beckett with her hopes and fears, knowing he would never judge her.

One autumn night, under a sky full of stars, Beckett finally found the courage to tell Charlotte how he felt. They were sitting on the tailgate of the truck after finishing the day’s work. The air was crisp, and the smell of hay lingered around them.

“I don’t know how to say this,” he began, his hands fidgeting with the brim of his hat, “but you’ve changed everything for me, Charlotte. You make this place feel… brighter.”

Charlotte’s heart swelled, and she reached out, placing her hand over his. “I think you’ve done the same for me, Beckett,” she said softly.

That was all it took. From then on, they were inseparable, their love growing in the quiet strength of their shared moments. Charlotte encouraged Beckett to pursue his art, and Beckett became Charlotte’s steadfast supporter, her anchor in a world that could feel overwhelming.

Together, they found a balance—a love as steady and enduring as the land they both cherished. Sunny Acres Homestead became more than just a farm; it became the backdrop to a love story that grew as naturally as the crops in the fields. ꒱

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꒰ Sunny Acres Homestead is a picturesque farm tucked away in a serene valley, surrounded by rolling hills and golden meadows. It has been in the Campbell family for generations, a testament to their hard work and unwavering connection to the land. The homestead exudes charm, from the weathered red barn with its iconic white trim to the cozy farmhouse perched on a slight hill, its wide porch offering sweeping views of the surrounding fields.

The heart of Sunny Acres is its orchard, where rows of apple trees stretch toward the horizon. In the summer, the orchard buzzes with life as bees pollinate the blossoms, and in the fall, the air fills with the sweet scent of ripe apples ready for harvest. Beyond the orchard lies the grazing pasture, home to a small herd of horses that have become as much a part of the farm as the family itself. The horses, a mix of sturdy work breeds and a few rescues, are cared for with love and are often the first thing visitors notice when they arrive.

The farmhouse itself is a blend of rustic and welcoming, with wooden shutters framing lace-draped windows and a wraparound porch adorned with rocking chairs and flower-filled planters. At night, the porch is illuminated by soft, warm lights, making it the perfect spot for storytelling or quiet reflection. Inside, the home is filled with the comforting smells of fresh-baked bread, worn quilts, and a crackling fireplace that keeps the chill at bay during winter.

Sunny Acres is more than a farm; it’s a lifestyle rooted in simplicity and connection. Every corner of the property tells a story, from the weathered swing hanging from the old oak tree to the barn’s loft filled with decades of tools and keepsakes. The Campbells pour their hearts into every aspect of the homestead, from growing their crops to raising livestock and fostering a sense of community among their neighbors.

Season after season, Sunny Acres Homestead thrives as a beacon of resilience and hope, a reminder that some of the greatest joys come from the land and the people who call it home. ꒱

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made by @g1rlsp1ckins

[isa-moon-man]

"Take a seat, spectacled spectator."

[valtren]

[tateshifts]

TAY’s 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻✩‧₊ ੈ✩‧₊˚

here you can find all my works, my stories, my experiences all from my modern (2024) harry potter desired reality. i’m a slytherin and so my friend group are mainly slytherins too which is why i only focus on them ❦ please don’t claim this as your own or steal my works :/ ⤷ requests are open! ༝༚༝༚

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SHIFTING STORIES

places i love

mattheo & i’s love story

what my friends look like! pt1

what my friends look like! pt2

SHIFTING METHOD

the method

little extra help!

SHIFTING & HP DR ASKS

religion in my dr

s*x & dr*gs & boys!

draco & wealthy partener hc

SLYTHERIN BOYS & PANSY

slytherin boy + pansy headcanons

slytherin boys type

how they speak (accents)

MATTHEO RIDDLE

in my dr pt1

in my dr pt 2

M.R moodboard

moodboard + headcanons

hp dr concept / moodboard

THEO NOTT

in my dr

moodboard + headcanons (nsfw)

ENZO BERKSHIRE

in my dr

moodboard

DRACO MALFOY

in my dr

BLAISE ZABINI

in my dr

PANSY PARKINSON

in my dr

GREENGRASS SISTERS

in my dr

GOLDEN TRIO

in my dr

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˚⋆°˖ ～ 🍃࿔ more to come! i hope you enjoy MWAH

[elitehanitje]

Which real-life couple should be portrayed as a pair on TV and become the AEW Power Couple?

[taysmultiverse]

⋆˙⟡ ︎Introduction

Hey there, shifters! I’m Taylor, and this is my little corner of the multiverse. 💫

I’ve been a shifter since 2021. This blog is a space for my shifting journey, yapping about my DRs, and anything else my heart wants. Whether you're a seasoned shifter, new, or something in-between, welcome!

💌 Feel free to send asks, chat, or just vibe here. Let’s explore the infinite possibilities together! 🌌

☁️ MY MAIN DRs ☁️

My main drs are always changing, but these are my current ones:

💖 Waiting Room

📱 Tiktok Debater

🦀 Maryland

💛 90’s Fame

🎞️ 2020s Fame (my second one)

Now onto my other DRs. Disclaimer: I got soooo many. 😭

🌸 CUSTOM DRs 🌸

☁️ Cozy Town

🧜🏽‍♀️ Mermaid

👑 Modern King Arthur

🌑 Nevermore

🦇 Vampire (True Blood inspired)

👭 Nanny

📚 Boston

🥂 Crown Street

✨ FAME DRs ✨

🎸 Naked Brothers Band

🎭 2020s (my first one)

🌟 2010s

🩷 2000s

🍿 80’s

🧡 70’s

📺 TV SHOW DRs 📺

🥀 The Vampire Diaries

🌙 The Originals

🌿 Attack on Titan (Alternate Universe where we’re living normal / everyday lives)

🔍 Scooby-Doo

📄 The Office

💗 Ramy

[dontaskchaosandco]

villain something 3

[just-another-colin-kinnie]

ive a bit of a collection

[rrezshifts]

🍹margarita & 🍵 strawberry matcha for your dead boy detectives dr!!!

a specific dead boy reality ask is crazy but i’m so excited omg !! thank you so much for the ask love !!

🍹 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ margarita : what do summers look like for you + your s/o? are you two the type to lounge in front of a pool, or do you prefer to be at the beach? would they play mermaids with you in the sea, or would they rather collect seashells with you as you walk along the shoreline? what would a "beach episode" in your lives look like? . . . even during the summer, work never stops for the us at the agency. from the time i joined in 1998 to 2024 our summers are just busy as well as (only me) struggling with the heat. when we did get breaks, or more accurately charles convinced (complained to) us to take breaks we’f find things to do. we’ve done quite a lot in over 20 years in the very limited space of england. in the past i’ve taken them to beaches, because a life without beaches, for me, is a life not worth living. usually these beaches are empty ones we find, so as to not attract attention. because while we are at these beaches i will touch them so they could connect with the mortal realm and gain their senses back, feeling the sand on their feet or the waves hit their legs. but doing this also means they can become somewhat visible to other people… which isn’t totally ideal. but beyond beaches we also just go walking around London, even taking public transport, hitting our favorite spots. ordering food and holding them again so they can taste the food or drink i ordered for a split second. i’ve also tried to convince them to travel to another country, edwin is harder to convince then charles of course. we’ve managed to travel to a few places in the past 25ish years.

🍵 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ strawberry matcha : what scents remind you of your relationship? maybe this is a perfume or cologne your lover wears, a candle scent that reminds you of the soothing energy you feel around them, or an essential oil you spritz on your pillow before shifting . . . it’s crazy you picked this one because scent is actually so important to me and then in this reality. due to the fact i am partly omnipotent i have psychic like powers, though the way i gain information physically is often through the senses. so when im around both edwin and charles i can actually smell “them” or more so their stories. edwin smells of dust, old books, he has a vague smell of a preppy bright cologne, he smells of wood and mossy stone, he smells of chalk and oranges. charles smells of the river and almost a mildewy smell, that old dusty record smell, leather, he smells a bit irony, he smells like old comic pages, the tiniest hint of some tropical fruits like mangos, and he has this more musky cologne smell. both of their smells have a lot to do with how they died, and i’m very much aware of what part of their lives the smells are associated with. i didn’t tell them for a looong while that i could smell them. i enjoyed their scents, it felt like home. and when i was feeling shitty i would focus my attention on their smell to increase the intensity of it and it would just envelop me. but i didn’t want to freak them out or make them uncomfortable. eventually i had to come clean when i had accidentally said “even charles smells better than him.” when making a comment about some mortal teenager i was interrogating for a case. i don’t know why i couldn’t forsee they would actually be incredibly interested in the fact i could smell them. probably just got in my own head i suppose.

[richardarmitagefanpage]

Red Eye dinner at Din Tai Fung Centre Point restaurant in London, UK. (March 20, 2024)

📷: jemma__moore

[shysheeperz]

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