#sofi's answers(??)

[2kidult]

hey congrats on shifting again omg!!! if it’s okay to ask, did you use any method this time around or was it more like mindset + letting go? i’ve been trying for a while now and i’m super curious if something in your routine changed or if it just happened 😭 either way i’m so happy for you fr <33

hiii thank you so much!! <3

after almost 2 years of trying literally every method on the menu (including redoing my nighttime routine 40 different ways), i hit a point of cognitive fatigue. i realized i wasn’t failing because i wasn’t doing enough. i was failing because i kept assuming i had to do specific things in order to shift. so i used @hrrtshape’s anti-method (linked here) and let the assumption unravel. i laid down, let my brain spiral, and held a single thought like a match in the dark:

“what if i already shifted and just forgot?”

that was it. not a hypothesis, not a question to test, but just an epistemic interruption. something that bypassed all my intellectual resistance. the shift happened when the assumption collapsed. i stopped treating the dr like a destination and started recognizing it as default. i wasn’t locked out. i was just still playing along with a story that said i was.

and yeah, my brain fought it. it tried to fact-check me back into place. “you're still in your room.” “you're not shifting.” “you're still in your cr.” and that’s fine. it’s supposed to do that. i didn't argue back. i just kept holding that thought that i'd forgotten i'd shifted. once you let go of the narrative, the mind doesn't know how to defend its own limitation.

so if you’re exhausted from trying? good. that’s your entry point. that’s the system cracking. let it. not in defeat, but in relief. the void isn’t something you summon. it’s what’s left when you stop performing.

i didn’t shift by effort. i shifted because i stopped assuming i hadn’t. you’re already in your dr, you have already shifted.

<3

[sincerely-sofie]

Better wool meets maiden au

Brace for laughs. And angst. Better the Wool (specifically post-credits) Lamb and Narinder meet their Death and the Maiden counterparts.

Bonus:

[babablackmetalsheep]

might i request…belchoeder…

you may….

ALSO YOU DIDNT SAY WHAT BREED SO I ALSO DREW UHM.

linda and bob hold hands with calvin and they spin in a circle. also headcanon that the only thing calvin cant do is out drink linda and wine. any other alcohol? no shot he clears. but wine? can’t do it! linda clears and calvin is left drunk and skunked.

[mike-wheeler-ik-what-you-are]

wanted to show y’all my makeup for today bc I am kinda proud of it!!!

@cosmorom MI SONO TRUCCATAAAAA

[ssstarlighttt]

Night Swan/Leda + 29?

Night Swan + 29 (Batshit - Sofi Tukker)

5:00am on the dot is when Leda rises each morning. It gives her just enough time to get ready before heading to ballet practice.

5:02am is when she hears a knock on the door.

She makes her way down the steps, hearing raindrops hit the glass window, one after another. Leda only knows one other person who would willingly be up at this hour. She sighs, opening the door. Sure enough, a rain-soaked architect stares back at her.

“I’ve had a breakthrough,” he says, marching inside.

“Just invite yourself in, why don’t you?” she asks, closing the door. “What are you doing here?”

Cygnus pulls out a thick book from underneath his coat, flipping through the pages. “I’ve been studying this prophecy like the back of my hand, and I’ve found something fascinating. I know you wake up around five in the morning every day, which is why I’m here- hang on.” He pauses, looking her up and down. “You’ve only been up for a few minutes, correct?”

Leda rubs her eyes with one hand, then pinches the bridge of her nose. “Yes.”

“Hm.” His eyebrows furrow. “You don’t look it. You’re practically radiant.”

Before she can respond, he turns away and walks into the kitchen.

She groans under her breath. This boy was going to be the death of her.

( send a number 1-100 into my askbox + a jd23/24/25 character and i'll write a drabble based around both! )

[st4rdom-if]

centers and faces of the group aren't always the leaders, like for a popular example with bts: the center is jungkook

a center is someone who has the most strong presence on stage basically and the face of the group is most of the time the most popular member

I know. That’s why I say Sofie.

[i-never-forgot]

Ah shoot, I know you've talked about the gang's love languages before, but I can't remember Dusknoir and Eliana's specifically— but could I request a little doodle where they're making efforts to show each other they care?

Oh Sofie you know me so well🥺thank you for the serotonin boost!

And now for the needlessly long lore-dump bc I can't help myself:

I did indeed write a post on it, but I only talked about Dusknoir’s love language (which would still stand in this case) and a generic hypothetical hero. He outwardly expresses acts of service, but I feel he would appreciate receiving quality time the most (since he might have some negative memories regarding perceived deceptions messing with words of affirmations plus his low self-esteem or receiving touch bc...you know that man has never experienced an ounce of physical affection, but he learns to appreciate it for reasons below). He feels unwanted and unloveable at his lower moments, so to have Eliana (or Lu or Grovyle/Celebi, too, admittedly) stay close to him even in simple companionable silence helps a lot; to be reassured that they're no longer afraid of him and see him as someone valuable beyond what he can offer with his hands. Play games with him (bc there's no way they wouldn't have board games or smth) or start in-depth conversations/debates/lectures with him, where he can exercise his mind, and he'll be eating out of your hand.

Eliana specifically tends to give gifts the most. She leaves things around for people she cares about, whether it's items they mentioned they needed/general explorer necessities, their favorite berries/gummis/etc, or random objects (flowers/pretty rocks/shells/leaves/etc)/keepsakes/treasures found in dungeons. You know that you've won her favor and affection if you find these sort of things laying only where you would find it, whether it be on your bed or otherwise. She loves spoiling the people she loves; it makes her feel like she's finally offering something of value for them having to "tolerate" her (but she's getting better about her self-worth issues through unending patience from her family).

(She always made sure Treecko ate first while they traveled and gave him the best items, even after they met Old Master Lucario and were in relative safety and security. She inadvertently gave Grovyle her old scarf when they were separated, but when he tried to give it back once she returned to the future, she only kept it long enough to have its wear stitched back up to regift it back to him since she knew how much it had comforted him while she was gone.)

(Once they reconcile, she gifts Dusknoir his Unlucky Sash. She secretly goes to Toxicroak and trades out enough items after she pays to have him requisition it. She doesn't say anything or give it to him directly, but when he finds it in his Treasure Bag he knows - especially since he had been trying to emulate her habit as a show of good will the last several months. It's good that he was alone in the Bluff when he discovered it because he would never be willing to explain to Grovyle or Celebi why he had started blubbering. Just a little. He would sooner die (again) than admit to it, but he was so relieved that he couldn't control himself. He hardly ever takes it off after that, wearing it like a badge of honor - only if it gets dirty or torn, and even then he gets almost unconsolably upset until Eliana reassures him that it can be cleaned/fixed. One time he takes a slashing hit for her and it rips pretty badly. He's almost sick to his stomach about it, but she has the same seamstress mentioned above embroider some Unown runes into it, followed by a symbol unfamiliar to Pokemon from their world; Dusknoir understands the runes where most uneducated in such ancient writing wouldn't, something they had bonded over previously, and it contextualizes the symbol for him without Eliana ever having to say a word. He runs his fingertips over the threads over and over when he's feeling anxious or upset, and especially if he's separated from Eliana for too long.)

Upon receiving love, believe it or not, Eliana's most inclined to crave physical affection. It's an impulse and hunger she's buried deep for many years, as she lacked in it from her childhood (boo her parents for being austere, stuffy jerks only concerned with reputation and status), and it only got worse when she lost her first partner. She closed herself off for the most part for years afterward, and her past romantic endeavors thought her too cold bc she always tended to keep them at arm's length emotionally and physically bc she was afraid of getting hurt again. But Treecko wears down her barriers and she holds him a lot, even when it's unnecessary. Having her memories wiped helped her to work through some of that with Lu, thankfully, and by the time she met Dusknoir and gave him the benefit of a doubt she was far more comfortable bumping into others and giving them head-rubs while she tried to choke down her purrs. Dusknoir indulged in her casual affection far more than he should have, but he was starving for it, too (although he was noticeably stiff and uncertain about receiving it and reciprocating; he only got more back-and-forth once Eliana revealed her identity since he was trying to pull away but couldn't help himself). When they make up Eliana is slow to warm back up to him again, but once she does she's almost always making contact with him somehow, whether it be pressing her flank against him in public, riding on his shoulders, curling around his head, or letting him carry her (although this is usually in a context where she needs it bc she gets flustered easily). She'll also nip at him or slap him with her tail if she's feeling feisty or playful. She loves it most when he pets or scratches her back since she can't always reach the places that itch or stay sore. (She loves it more when they press their foreheads together, in private, usually on the verge of sleep when both of their inhibitions are lowered...but you didn't hear that from me. She feels closest to him that way.)

(The bottom right pic is an old sketch I had so I decided to add it for posterity🥹)

[sincerely-sofie-shoebox]

for the ask game, feeling like it’s between some kind of academia and fall aesthetic. Imagining a lot of warm colors!

(referencing this)

I love fall colors, but I actually don't really wear a traditional autumn palette very often! It makes me look like I'm on death's door, so I tend to drift toward faded, cool tones with a hint of warmth to them. In terms of fashion color groups, I'm solidly a Soft Autumn, hehe :>

On the subject of academia, though, I dream of dressing like a grandmother dressed like an English professor dressed like a lighthouse keeper, so that assumption, while not necessarily totally reflective of how I dress, is pretty spot on!

[asimplearchivist]

Looking at the very specific assumptions ask game thingy you reblogged and here’s a handful of mine:

You want to enjoy the subtle flavors of tea, but have a hard time enjoying it when it’s not 20% honey and 30% creamer.

You have a hard time letting go of past conflicts, even when you’ve made up with the person(s) involved and are on good terms with them.

Possessing a trust fund and blue eyes are not a requirement for your ideal man but being 6’5” is non-negotiable (/lh)

If given the opportunity to leave this world and enter a new one a la PMD or any isekai media ever, you would be very tempted, but ultimately would choose to remain in this world.

You own a stuffed animal you’ve had since early childhood that you would start a world war if it was damaged in any way.

Sofie…are you living in my walls?😳

I do want to enjoy tea so so bad. So bad. I want to be a tea enjoyer and know how to brew it to perfection. However it always tastes thin and flat and I do, in fact, only drink it with oodles of honey and milk (as I do coffee with sugar and creamer).

I...yeah. I didn't need my kneecaps anyway haha (totally not rethinking my complicated feelings about my last breakup...huh.)

This is a notorious trait of mine and a long term inside joke with my friends and family irl. I always say that the guys I'm attracted to just happen to be tall, but...it does certainly have appeal, I'll admit. (My ex was 6'4" while I'm a crisp 5'0" so take that how you will lol - anybody's going to end up taller than me just about tbh)

I'm not so sure about this one tbh. If it was involuntary and sudden, sure, I'd struggle with it bc I'm close to my family (particularly my mom)...but I would eventually adjust. If it were voluntary, though, and I got to pick where? (*coughs* Thedas or the PMD world tbh *coughs*) And I could escape the hellscape that is the big scary world where one has to pay taxes? I may just opt to fight dragons.

My sister gave me I guess technically a vintage Eevee plush she got brand new (she's nine years older than me, mind, and was the one who introduced me to Pokemon to start with; I remember her coming over one night to go to a skate rink and she was playing R/S/E where you run into the Keckleon by the pond outside Fortree City - she let me battle it, but I don't really remember what Pokemon she had on her team). She had gotten rid of a bunch of stuff like cards and the like, and I've kept it all. The plush currently sits on the shelf by my bed along with the Grovyle and Dusknoir ones I bought recently, as well as some slightly older Treecko and Leafeon ones (although I want to get the Leafeon and Lucario sitting cuties as well eventually). So...yes. It's very special to me.

[2kidult]

heyy so what did it feel like when u shifted did u keep asking and spiraling and then what happens did u feel anything or see anything ?

hii !!

so, i was spiraling and overthinking and it was like being trapped in a hall of mirrors made of my own doubt. every question created three new ones until i was basically cross-examining myself into paralysis. it was mental quicksand. the more i struggled, the deeper i sank.

but i stopped trying to win against my own thoughts. i didn’t fight them, silence them or reframe them into something positive. i let them exist. fully. like background static i didn’t owe a reaction to. once i stopped putting so much of my energy and focus into those thoughts, they stopped mattering.

it didn't happen during some perfect meditative moment, but it was more realizing that i was already there.

so no, i didn't feel myself leave one reality and enter another. the best way to describe it is recognition. i recognized that i was somewhere else, the way you recognize your own handwriting or the sound of your own breathing.

it wasn't dramatic. it wasn't some portal opening with sparkles and movie music. it was more like... closing my eyes in one reality and opening them in another?

the mind really does love to complicate what's actually quite simple.

[sincerely-sofie]

"Who gave the child a gun?!?"

A very responsible adult, I’m sure!

[babablackmetalsheep]

could you draw felix x gayle :3333 im very normal about them(<- lie,im lying im a liar) despite them never interacting once

drew a few of them because i am tickled pink by them a little bit. oh catfisch u have so much potential

[mike-wheeler-ik-what-you-are]

ciao ciao, com'è andato l'orale???😸

noooo fra ieri avevo lo scrittooo (oggi ho quello di inglese) l’orale ce l’ho il trenta 😀

[sincerely-sofie]

How do you think better wool Narinder would react to Death Maiden Narinder? Would he be grateful his Firn usurped him? If he was going to become THAT

[sincerely-sofie]

You asked for drawing requests, yes? How about some Narinder and Lamb dancing, similar to that one post with Twig and Ark?

I ended up drawing an illustration instead of a collage of poses like I did here, but I just want to say I have a feeling chapter 11 is gonna be a hit for you if you like this piece. They get a little carried away during a bonfire ritual.

[sincerely-sofie]

Do Foxes like giving gifts like cats do?

You know how there’s wild versions of the anthro animals? Like the spiders, squirrels, fish, and birds? What if the Fox gifted Firn a dead wild cat that looks nearly identical to Narinder.

Here is my gift for you, the metaphorical corpse of the person who hurt you. Hopefully someday it’ll be more than metaphorical

He even left a thoughtful message with the leftover viscera! Surely Firn will receive this well!