#twd desired reality

[jadeshifting]

— THINGS I’M LOOKING FORWARD TO. ( IN MY WALKING DEAD DR, a VERY condensed list )

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ib @ dreamyshifts, and also that anon who asked me to post about my twd dr more (i have stuff lined up just for you mwah)

⋆˙⟡ every building and tall structure and house is suddenly abandoned and begging to be explored. the creepy depths of creaking boards and overgrown vines reclaiming the windows and the very foundations. personally, it never stops being fun for me to explore all these brand-new-old places

⋆˙⟡ the braided hair, being a little covered in dirt, lucky to have even a touch of chapstick. it’s hot and exhilarating to find little ways to hold onto femininity and self-identity in a filthy world

⋆˙⟡ nature, without anyone to damage it. the light pollution is long gone, you can see every single star twinkling above your head at night. the trees are unfettered, twisting branches are easy to climb. the fields of grass and weeds and wildflowers are completely unchecked—beautiful

⋆˙⟡ gratitude in the small things. after the world ends, every last sunset, bubbling stream, and bird chirping and whistling overhead is like liquid gold. it opens your eyes—realizing that you took every last thing for granted when society was still standing, but not anymore! now it’s laughable how little it takes to make me gleefully happy

⋆˙⟡ forced minimalism. sure, everybody only has maybe one backpack of belongings because they have to, but still. i’m happy to be freed of countless material possessions, to be mindful of the things i choose to hold onto ( a gun, a pack of cherry tic-tacs. it’s all the same )

⋆˙⟡ the kinds of hopes and dreams we discuss around a campfire. passing around a jar of some disgusting redneck alcohol and humming about ideas of farms, of growing gardens and starting the closest thing to a family. it fuels people in a way that didn’t happen before

[fawnontheweb]

“ Who’s the main character in your DR? “

[twddiary]

ೄྀ࿐ˊˎ- I need him.

[marumarielle]

It's your time — Shift now

How many opportunities will you pass up just because you think you're not ready? How much time will you waste before deciding to experience your DR? You've always been waiting to be in the right mood, right time for it, but the only right time for it is NOW.

You should know that shifting happens when you DECIDE it happens.

★~notes still figuring out the format of posts I'm most comfortable with. So this is v experimental. Aside from that tho, I plan on making posts about my The Boys DR :DD

[inluvrn]

My dr boyfriends <33 (i love them sm)

[toast-crumb]

"yoUr dR iS gonNa be huMiD- yOuR dR Is goNnA Be unBeaRablE somEdayS- YoUr dR i-"

shut up that just makes me more excited because that lets me know its REAL i dont WANT everything to be sunshine and rainbows i WANT to feel itchy from standing in tall grass for too long, i WANT one arm to be tanner than the other bc it was hanging out the carside window

I want to experience and by god im gonna do it

[sugarswrites]

me deciding that stranger things was the best first place to ever shift to

me also being traumatized after seeing some shit

me then deciding that shifting to the walking dead would be different and then being traumatized once again

idk if i learned my lesson cause im getting the urge to shift to breaking bad 😩

[viennaswcrld]

𝓥͟𝗜͟𝗘𝗡𝗡𝗔’𝗦 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗘𝗦.

fame dr. 70’s band dr. podcast dr. the walking dead dr. formula 1 dr. hogwarts dr. nepo baby dr. outerbanks dr. challengers dr. stranger things dr. x-men dr. diary of a wimpy kid dr. male band dr. farmer’s daughter dr.

[lishifts]

i just saw something on tiktok.. i forgot the original one who said so if you know please comment it. anyways so it was something like, if you’re struggling shifting why not treat your cr as if it were one of your drs like make a name for it such as what you want to be (example; if you wanna be a writer in this reality call this reality your writer dr) and if you don’t know what you wanna be yet call this reality your shifting journey dr. at night or whenever you’re going to shifting saying you’re shifting to said dr and when you wake up here you’ve shifted here of your own intent like you’re in your dr, you actually shifted and it’ll also show your mind just how simple shifting is plus you’d be in the mindset of already shifting which could help you.

(i found the original video)

@/neon.starsprout ok tt

[i-mostly-shift-to-anime]

How to do zombie combat? What's it like eating (what I assume) to be rationed food?

It’s actually pretty easy to fight zombies as long as there’s not too many. They’re slow and rotting corpses obviously so if you get one good shot you’ll be just fine. I’m a teenager in my TWD dr and the kids and teens in the Alexandria settlement aren’t allowed anywhere really without another person.

We eat rationed food sometimes but also we can grow things. If we find seeds or take them from fruit or vegetables we can plant them. Everything we do has to be sustainable in some way.

[kelpietheshifter]

My dr boyfriends (I have a type)

[jadeshifting]

— ♰  ༻ THE WALKING DEAD DR

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JADE THE SPADE . don’t laugh. i didn’t come up with it. before, because of my green thumb. now, because i’m a fucking menace with a shovel in my hand, and really no greater aspirations than seeing tomorrow—which may seem bleak, but i assure you it’s a fine way to live.

after the world ends, what’s left for someone like you? someone like me? when it’s really, truly, good and over.

it’s safe to say that humans have finally joined the circle—eating and being eaten. are we even still at the top of the food chain? i don’t particularly care, actually.

the end of the world ripped through the glitter and gloss of girlish dreams like a pack of ravenous wolves. a bunny in a den of foxes—it’s a balancing act between sugar and steel. the world’s gone grim, but i cling to whatever i can, hands reeking of blood and sweat and painted with silver polish. innocence not lost, just sharpened; a lamb draped in wolfskin, still soft enough to see beauty in the decay but clever enough to keep it from swallowing me whole. i stitch my identity from scraps, a patchwork of lace and leather, refusing to let the apocalypse strip me of the one thing i refuse to lose—myself

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WHERE WERE YOU WHEN THE WORLD ENDED? (i know where i was)

★⋆. — the outbreak crashed my military academy camping trip like a bad joke with no punchline. one moment, it was knot tying and firestarting; the next, it was screaming, blood, and cadets turning into chew toys. survival instincts kicked in fast—me and a handful of others bolted while the rest of the group got torn apart like a horror movie cliché. i stuck to the shadows, scavenging supplies and dodging the undead like a ghost, my survival training doing overtime

★⋆. — when my small group’s numbers thinned thanks to panic and bad decisions, i was left solo. determined not to join the buffet or find my end along with the rest of the world, i continued alone, hopping fences, raiding cabins, and staying two steps ahead of death. by the time i stumbled into Rick Grimes and his happy-go-lucky group, i was half-feral, sharp as a switchblade, and carrying the weight of too many brushes with death to count

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— life was a glittering future on the horizon, and a brain full of ambitions too big for my boots. now?

the crisp order of my days is long gone, swapped for the jagged rhythm of scavenger life. ambition? boiled down to staying one step ahead of death. the pristine fawn i once was has learned to grow antlers—equal parts hunted and hunter, wide-eyed but feral, forever caught between innocence and savagery

who would’ve thought the apocalypse would feel like my second act? strange, huh? the world ends, and suddenly i’m not just surviving—i’m thriving. no crisp uniforms or barking instructors, no stupid ranks to fight for. just me, my dog, and a chaotic, gnarly world that somehow fits me like a glove. there’s something about the rawness of it all that feels honest—more honest than anything i had before. i can call my own shots without anyone telling me i’m too loud, too sharp, or too much.

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and the little things? they’re different… better, now. a decent meal, a sunrise, Pistol wagging his tail after a long run—they’re brighter, louder, sharper than they ever were back when the world was still spinning right. sure, there are days that gut me, losses that burn so bad i swear i’ll never come back from them, but there’s this gnarly kind of beauty in the fight, in clawing my way through it all and coming out the other side. i was built for this world, and for the first time, it feels like it was built for me, too

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SKILLS KEEP YOU ALIVE (if you’re willing to use them)

♰  ༻ SHARPSHOOTING . i’ve got an eagle eye and a steady hand—i’ll peg a walker (or a squirrel) from fifty yards out, no sweat

TRAP-SETTING . whether it’s walkers, wildlife, or unwanted guests, my snares are creative and borderline evil

♰  ༻ PICKPOCKETING . need a weapon, food, or a little “borrowed” lighter? i’ve got you covered

FIRST AID . i’m not a doc, but i can stitch, splint, and bandage with whatever’s lying around—duct tape included

♰  ༻ BARTERING . my haggling game is ruthless; i can trade a paperclip for a can of peaches and make you feel like you got the better deal

INSTINCT (WOLFISH?) . i’ve got a sixth sense for danger, reading people and places like a book with a big red DANGER stamp on the cove

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♰ “perfect traps, clean kills, no wasted movement. whoever did this is good. too good.”

HOW IS EVERY DAY THE EXACT SAME, ALWAYS DIFFERENTLY? (what day is it?)

♰  ༻ like a magpie with more orderly priorities, i scavenge all day, every day for food, trinkets, and anything remotely useful

diner dreams—i play short-order chef with whatever’s edible, whipping up “meals” that are 80% apocalypse creativity, 20% actual food (not sure what percentage edible, but it ain’t high)

♰  ༻ i braid my hair and clean my gear (even in the apocalypse, you can’t let yourself look like a total wreck. who do you think i am?)

keep my blades razor-sharp, practicing flips and spins to quiet my busy brain. i throw them and i hit my target

♰  ༻ my nightly routine includes gazing at the stars, wondering if there’s still a future worth fighting for. glamorous

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FOUND FAMILY? (first family. there was nothing before, either.)

finding a family after the world ended felt like stumbling onto an oasis in the middle of a desert—alien, overwhelming, and so damn beautiful it hurt. solo for so long, first by circumstance, then by necessity, the idea of belonging hit like a sucker punch. Rick’s quiet strength and Daryl’s rugged loyalty made them paternally carved out of grit and steel, grounding me in ways i didn’t know i needed. Carol, with her no-nonsense care and hidden softness, gave me a taste of the motherly warmth i’d long since buried as a pipe dream. and Beth—bright-eyed, gentle Beth—became the sister i’d never had, someone who made me believe in sweetness again, even in a world like one big sour gummy worm

♰  ༻ then there was Carl, all sharp edges and soft vulnerability. falling in love with him was like being cut by a blade i didn’t wanna dodge… like stepping into a fire i couldn’t put out—a blaze i’d protect with my last breath. the rest of the group—Glenn’s humor, Maggie’s resolve, Michonne’s quiet strength, Judith’s innocence—each thread wove into a tapestry i couldn’t live without

♰  ༻ raw, intense, and terrifyingly unfamiliar. this new family wasn’t bound by blood but by choice and survival, and protecting them becomes my creed, my compass. every scavenged meal, every walker killed, every sleepless night on watch—all for them—my salvation in a world that had tried to strip me of everything human. for that, i’d give them everything i had

ib : @/solanasreality & @/hrrtshape

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[fawnontheweb]

I’ll say “I miss my man” like he’s not in a whole other reality

but if he knew my consciousness wasn’t there yet i bet he’d miss me too

[twddiary]

ೄྀ࿐ˊˎ- The messy hair is peak

[stvrl0st]

"you shouldn't shift to the walking dead...you'll be--"

SLANDER. SLANDER.

[ophiespeaks]

twd dr but anytime anyone tries to shoot me their gun becomes a balloon animal. other than that everything is normal.