#DR scripting

[rosebudshifter]

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⍟ no innocent lives are taken by you or as a result of any fight you are part of. ⍟ you never break your bones; maybe a sprain or twisted ankle, but nothing ever serious ⍟ if you're shot at, you always dodge or they miss you ⍟ your superhero suit is comfortable and breathable, but still protects you ⍟ your suit also helps absorb a lot of the impact of punches, kicks, and falls. ⍟ if you can fly:

⍟ you can fly at high speeds and altitudes and never feel lightheaded or have it affect your equilibrium and hearing ⍟ you have a good sense of direction + best course of action while flying

⍟ your earpiece/comm never falls out or goes dead while you're on a mission ⍟ fast reflexes ⍟ you're quick on your feet ⍟ because big explosions are like gospel in big fights, if you encounter one it never takes out your hearing. ⍟ you can hold your breath underwater for a long time + you're a strong swimmer ⍟ you're intuitive when it comes to technology. even if you've never encountered a specific operating system or type of device (because we all know those secret societies have their own brand of advanced technology) you're able to quickly find your way around it. ⍟ your hair never gets in your face during a fight ⍟ you have a high stamina ⍟ quick thinker in stressful situations ⍟ you always have a plan ⍟ witty comebacks and banter come naturally to you ⍟ perfect aim (for weapons or powers) ⍟ you don't get motion sickness ⍟ no fear of heights ⍟ you're observant ⍟ skilled at lip reading and body language ⍟ you know CPR + first aid

xo, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫

[melshifting]

just a general masculine energy type scripting pack (By masculine, I mean sort of traditionally masculine yk?) <3

no pressure ofc

ִֶ.☘︎ ݁˖ 'ℳASCULINE' ENERGY SCRIPTING PACK .𖥔 ݁. ᵎᵎ

˚.ꪆ ݂01 .ᐟ Something about you evokes a sense of safety — not because you're overprotective necessarily, but because you make people drop their guard when they're with you, knowing they're in good care.

˚.ꪆ ݂02 .ᐟ Your beauty isn’t the point — it’s the byproduct. What really draws people in is how aware you are of your worth, without needing it validated.

˚.ꪆ ݂03 .ᐟ If someone has a problem or is overthinking, you are their counselor and support — even if you don't realize it, you can see things in a non-biased way to provide viable solutions.

˚.ꪆ ݂04 .ᐟ You command respect but not in a scary way; people recognize your presence and boundaries even if you don't show it directly. You’re effortlessly aware of your effect on others — but you don’t exploit it.

˚.ꪆ ݂05 .ᐟ You are proof that strength doesn’t have to be harsh or even physical — it can show up as knowing when to leave, when to listen, or when to say “I was wrong.” Plus, you know how to measure it consciously in any context.

˚.ꪆ ݂06 .ᐟ You're the kind of person who can be relied on for anything and everything - you know how to work very well with your hands, and the things you don't know, you manage to learn.

˚.ꪆ ݂07 .ᐟ Regardless of what era you live in, the concept of ‘fragile masculinity’ is non-existent — your 'masculinity' doesn’t shrink or rise based on who you’re with, what you feel, or what you do freely.

˚.ꪆ ݂08 .ᐟ Your 'masculinity' doesn’t need witnesses. You don’t need to post it, prove it, or wrap it in performance, which is exactly why people find themselves trying to earn your respect.

˚.ꪆ ݂09 .ᐟ You're not 'threatened' by people who are louder, flashier, or more traditionally masculine; you don’t compare.

PD: tysmm for the suggestion! hope you liked it :3

[himeshifts]

reminder: shifting is real. you’re going to have memories from when you were a kid or random interactions with people you knew back then. even the dream you may have had when you were 10... oh and perhaps the supermarket you visited with your parents 6 years ago? your life in your dr doesn’t start from the moment you shift there. life is still life. don’t treat your dr as a ‘magical‘ place.

[velvetbeeez]

meet the child who beneath the blanket of stars had once wished to see the world from everyone's eyes. . .

a lover, a poet, a dream recurring . . .

hi hello hola bonjour namaste I am saadgi, my name means simplicity but it has always been a joke around school how my name fits me as a hat does a frog. I am seventeen and i brim with 3 am thoughts, ideas and wonders. I love spending all my time in my room doomscrolling and binge watching my favorite shows (tua, hi) until they do not ever feel the same again but i occasionally also love a good party with free alcohol. I vape like it's lifeline, a habit i must get rid of soon. My favorite colors are purple and pink. my birthday is on 28 December, i am a winter's daughter through and through, i can not stand summers, they drain my energy every time. I live in India (summers are lethal) i love our food, never hearing any criticism. I love the nighttime, i stay up the entire night just to sleep till 2 pm during the day, i love the stillness, the serenity, the soft humming of the moonlit stars in the background of my head. It remains all mine and i can not help but cherish it, i love how i can stare at the wall for an hour and no one would question me. I am an empath, i feel too much and it is a curse as well as a boon. I am the 'too woke' friend, I have had many of my close friendships broken because of the said wokeness. I am a capricorn sun, leo moon and aquarius rising, analyse me through that however you will. I am a sucker for numerology, i am a number 1, ruled by the sun, a leader, a winner. My hobbies include writing first and foremost, i am at my core when all the layers are peeled off, a writer, i sold my short stories to other kids for a sweet treat when i was 10, i wrote my first poem on my 8th mother's day.

she who wished, she who fulfilled . . .

My childhood was spend inside my head. My mind was always scattered in 10 different directions, i have lived different lives since forever, i was always in my palace, always in the beyblade arena, i was a vampire, i was a spy, i was dracula's mortal wife, i was a witch hunter...but i also was a student, i was slow at understand things of this reality, i used to daydream in class all the time, i remember my teacher yelling my ear off once but i couldn't hear her until she threw a chalk at my head because i was too busy being a pink haired vampire. I remember once asking my mom why i couldn't see the world from my best friend's pov....so yeah.

I was a witch and a master manifester even as a child. I remember bringing dirt from the garden and putting on it whatever leaves i could find and chanting a made up spell so rain would fall during hot summers....it always did....you are welcome, my neighbours. I got whatever i wished for, a thought of my favorite movie would pass my mind, it's being telecasted on the television. I think my english teacher is the coolest person on planet earth?? i am her favorite student. I want my favorite chocolate? dad has brought home a bag of it.

It is i believe in my veins to bend the thread of fate with a practiced swish of my fingertip, to whisper to the moon and have it return to me as an echo.

the multiverse left bare . . .

I had always known there was more to life, when i read 'earth is the only planet with life' in my grade 5 science book, i knew there was something unmistakably wrong with that sentence.

I found shifting at the worst time possible, summer 2022, 9th grade. I hated how i looked, i had an ugly haircut, i was in a trio (canon event). The sun blazed above my head everyday, everything was sticky smelly and clammy, i had a crush on a guy who had a crush on another girl, i doubted my competence, i was failing maths and science. I was losing my magic (or i believed i was). I had only recently found subliminals and decided i was not special enough for them to work for me.

Finding shifting then felt more of a burden then one lifted...i feared that i would try and fail, and when you think of failure it takes it's largest form and looms upon your silhouette like a victorian ghost unleashed mistakenly. I gave up on shifting, i decided it was not real, just an internet joke...after 2 years i found @hrrtshape's blog (forever grateful) and the lock on the door that i had been staring at for 2 years vanished, a flower bloomed inside of me, hope ignited like firework within my soul, i found shifting again and in a better place, i believed in it again, this time it felt like a sparkling wrapped present, like something given not taken.

characters across the multiverse who are but a reflection of me. . .౨ৎ

jo march, todd anderson, lexi howard, devi vishwakumar, loki laufeyson, klaus hargreeves, diego hargreeves, edmund pevensie, lucy pevensie, nadine (the edge of seventeen), lady bird, priscilla presley (not a character but...), lucy gray, cecelia lisbon, lux lisbon, celine (before trilogy), lisa swallows, miles teller, cassie ainsworth, tony stonem.....and many more i suppose, might edit later.

heavily heavily and i do mean heavily inspired by the amazing @kerryshifts

[girlberrie]

The most powerful love potion: Amortentia.

It does not scream. It sits quiet in its cauldron like Eros sleeping, waiting to make you weak in the knees. The trick is: you don’t choose what you smell, the potion does. It pulls from the longing in your bones and the prized possessions of your brain—your memory, whether you’ve named it or not. It is not necessarily romantic, it is just whatever pleases you most (and if someone that pleases you most is what you smell… than that is between you and the potion).

Bowie Stark smells three things.

First: the scent of burning logs in the Gryffindor common room. The smell of warmth—dry wood crackling, light licking the stone walls like magic that remembers your name. It isn’t the warmth he grew up with. His childhood was radiators and scratchy wool blankets, modern heat and no soul. But this fire... it is different. It makes his skin tingle, seeps into his ribcage. It curls around his heart like a cat settling in for a nap. It smells like something ancient and forgiving, the kind of warmth that doesn’t just thaw fingers but regrets, too. And it smells like belonging. Like laughter echoing in the stone tower, like tired joy shared with people who know when to be loud and when to be quiet. It is the smell of everything Bowie didn’t know he missed until Hogwarts gave it to him.

Second: heavy chamomile, musk, and soft wood grain—the wretched cologne that lives in the collar of Tom Riddle’s robes. It makes Bowie feel like a moth repeatedly slamming into the same porch light because it is maddening, and it is lovely. He didn’t mean to become addicted to it. He didn’t mean to notice the way Tom smells when he leans too close during whispered debates in the library, or how the scent deepens when Tom is angry, softens when he’s tired. It’s somewhat undetectable when they’re face to face—like the moment itself is too sacred for awareness—but once Tom leaves, the perfume hits like an afterthought that ruins his day. Tom smells like secrets well kept, like quiet storms and badly buried guilt and something barely sweet underneath it all. He smells like a cliff’s edge. Bowie keeps leaning closer.

Third: the ocean. Not the manic, crashing kind poets always write about, but the gentler one—salt air and wind that tugs your sleeves, water so cold it feels like clarity. Bowie loves to stand in the sea as the sky turns lavender and the sand soaks in the light like a mirror. That in-between place where land gives way to water, where the air smells like salt, oxygen, and maybe the divine. And it feels like freedom. He doesn’t know if it’s the water or the way light bends over it, but he always feels like if he shouted into the sea, it might answer. Like the ocean might carry his voice somewhere important.

That is what Bowie smells. Home. Obsession. Freedom. In that order, or no order at all.

And Tom Riddle?

First: eucalyptus. The tree planted for him at the Riddle Estate—his grandfather’s idea, though he denies it. He remembers watering it with a hose he could barely hold in his grubby, toddler hands. The scent is sharp but clean, minty but not really medicinal. There’s a barely noticeable sweetness behind it, like honey diluted in tea. It’s a scent that lives on the back of his hands and behind his teeth. He smells it with every breath in. To others it might smell like a garden. To Tom, it smells like proof. That he is wanted. That something was planted in his name, and it grew. That he is something other than ambition and a perfectly pressed uniform.

Second: citrus. Bowie Stark’s perfume, or maybe his skin, or maybe some strange alchemy between the two. Tom isn’t sure if Bowie wears it or is it. All he knows is that oranges and lime hit him like a slap every time Bowie is in the room. And it's not overpowering—just specific*.* There could be dozens of students at breakfast, but Tom will always know exactly where Bowie is sitting. The scent is maddeningly stubborn, sunlit and cheery. Like something that should live in a summer orchard, not on a snarky half-Veela with a temper and a potion-stained tie. The smell is seared into him now. It smells like curiosity. Like color. But Tom loves it.

Third: books. Not just any books—his books. The restricted ones. The banned ones. The books that whisper when no one’s listening. But also the books in his father’s study, lined up like dominoes, and the ones Bowie gives him on birthdays, and not-so-special other days, scrawled with ridiculous inscriptions. The smell of the old parchment and the ink shaped as prose is more than comfort to Tom. He can navigate it. He speaks it well. When the world is too flesh-and-bone, he turns to the leather bound treasures. And if he imagines Bowie in that scent too—legs folded under him, nose buried in a chapter, his perfume curling into the pages—well. That’s nobody’s business but his own.

These scents don’t lie. That’s the thing. They’re not fantasies. Instead, they are the truest mirror love can offer. The potion reads you cover to cover. And the scent is the one thing you won’t forget, because the important things stay on your skin longer than perfume.

ib: @chaaistained and @kerryshifts <33

[bellsea]

guys i can feel it in my bones i’m gonna be home soon 🥹

[mimishiftz]

⟡ questions to answer as your dr self ⊹ ₊˚

here is a part 2! ໒꒰ྀི ๑ ´ ˘ ` ू ꒱ྀིა

1. what’s a song that reminds you of your s/o?

2. who makes you the happiest?

3. what are 3 things you like about yourself?

4. do you have specific powers / abilities?

5. what are your skills?

6. how old are you?

7. how did you meet your s/o?

8. what’s your favorite drink?

9. what do you like to do when your bored?

10. favorite memory you have?

11. how do you usually style your hair?

12. do you like collecting stuff? if so, what is it?

13. what is your favorite season?

14. what’s your favorite spot to relax?

15. who is someone you don’t like?

16. favorite scent?

[astrstqr]

What are some things i could script into my invincible dr??

yoncé speaks: of course, just general things. no lore changes since i don’t really know the show like that lol

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ★ ‌ ‌ ‌ ⎯ ‌ ‌ ‌you don’t get hurt easily

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ★ ‌ ‌ ‌ ⎯ ‌ ‌ ‌you can control your powers easily

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ★ ‌ ‌ ‌ ⎯ ‌ ‌ ‌you win every fight

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ★ ‌ ‌ ‌ ⎯ ‌ ‌ ‌you can handle weapons and never miss a shot

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ★ ‌ ‌ ‌ ⎯ ‌ ‌ ‌villains don’t show up to your home or attack people you care about

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ★ ‌ ‌ ‌ ⎯ ‌ ‌ ‌you can fight in any type of clothing without restriction or being exposed

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ★ ‌ ‌ ‌ ⎯ ‌ ‌ ‌you can’t get mind controlled or brainwashed

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ★ ‌ ‌ ‌ ⎯ ‌ ‌ ‌weekly team bonding

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ★ ‌ ‌ ‌ ⎯ ‌ ‌ ‌you intimidate all your enemies

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ★ ‌ ‌ ‌ ⎯ ‌ ‌ ‌you’re skilled in all styles of fighting

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ★ ‌ ‌ ‌ ⎯ ‌ ‌ ‌you heal easily

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ★ ‌ ‌ ‌ ⎯ ‌ ‌ ‌no one unless you want them to knows your true identity (like batman/bruce wayne)

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ★ ‌ ‌ ‌ ⎯ ‌ ‌ ‌you have amazing stamina, determination, strength, and work amazingly under pressure

yoncé speaks: for magic/powers i have a post here, if you’re looking for those as well

[amaraaae]

I unironically still lay in starfish pose because it helps me visualize more bcs if I touch my limbs I start focusing on what is touching my leg and ion want that

"starfish pose is useless for shifting!"

the innocent shifter who is just trying to embody their starfish dr self body in their beach dr:

[ysldept]

CAMERA ON ★ videos to film in your dr

BEAUTY SECRETS | VOGUE . . ! a series where celebs share their step by step routine along with some tips and tricks to achieve an everyday flawless look.

10 ESSENTIALS | GQ . . ! a series where celebs break down 10 essentials that they need on a every day basis and can't live without.

OPEN DOOR | AD . . ! a series where celebs give you a tour of their stylish homes and explain every small detail and lore about it along the way.

EXPENSIVE TASTE TEST | COSMOPOLITAN . . ! a challenge where celebs are given 2 items in the same category and have to guess which one is more expensive based off their instincts.

IN THE BAG | VOGUE . . ! a series where the public gets to take a deep dive into celebrities bags and see what items they carry around with them everyday.

ACTUALLY ME | GQ . . ! a series where celebs make accounts and go on resources such as twitter, wikipedia, quora, along with reddit and give truthful answers to peoples questions.

[chiming-bluebells]

sittings, theatre, and bonfires , about as festive as my maze runner dr gets ; stripped to the essentials.

. . . so i can finally shut up about them after this.

(it is midsummer, so i am in a festive mood. and a festive mood calls for a festive post.)

if you’ve ever had the (dis)pleasure of reading one of my many endless musings on my maze runner dr, chances are you’ve come across the words ”sittings” and ”bonfires” more times than you’d like to admit. and by now, you’re probably sick and tired of hearing of them. so in an attempt to put an end to these (otherwise) never-ending repetitions of mine, i decided to devote an entire post to them….this time with an added function: theatre. you’ll never know if i did it out of spite or sheer generosity.

so without further ado, let’s go over the holy trinity of the gladers: sittings, theatre, and bonfires. allll the way down to the nitty gritty details. survival tips added. this will be a long one. welcome to ned’s lexi’s declassified.

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bonfires.

if you’re already somewhat familiar with the tmr franchise, then you’re probably also familiar with the bonfires shown in the first movie.

the bonfires are essentially a hazing ritual celebration of the newest arrived greenie; each month a new greenie arrives in the box, and each month a bonfire is held in commemoration of said greenie. though, i must say that the focus is less on the newcomer and more on the already routined gladers. and the booze, oh the booze… can’t forget about gally’s special brew. it takes a focal point during these occasions, for better or for worse. (don’t ask him for the recipe though, it’s a trade secret)

i , preparation : sticks are collected, bacon is cooked, and the keepers stumble down the basement stairs on a quest to collect lighters and jars of moonshine. a crude statue of a griever is built using some of the collected sticks, some twine, and the skull of a long-gone cow. and the greenie is coaxed out of his hiding spot.

ii , activities, the whole shebang : to mark the start of the bonfire, the gladers light wooden spears and throw it at the griever statue placed on the pile of firewood. it’s in defiance of W.C.K.D.

the rest of the bonfire is mostly mingling and snacking on food. there’s a sand pit (i call it a sandbox. makes them mad, which i find hilarious) for those who want to roughhouse? wrestle? yeah idk why they thought that’s a good idea. but whatever.

the first and second in command usually call the bonfire off once it starts getting late.

iii , what to expect : a scared greenie hiding from the ruckus. grilled meat for a snack. deafening loud laughter. possibly being bumped into by gladers roughhousing. smelling like smoke for the rest of the week.

iv , survival tip : keep away from the fire. get buzzed, not drunk. the smoke will stick to your hair and your clothes, it takes a few washes…. so don’t wear your favourite outfit. expect sand in your shoes if you walk in the sandbox the manly sand pit, sorry

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sittings.

my personal favourite. not present in the franchise, but rather a personal addition to my dr, and heavily inspired by the student culture of my country.

sittings are, in their truest essence, chaotic and borderline anarchic dinners. they consist of a three course meal, music blasting from the record player in the grass, and lots of good company. they always end with a dance floor as well, perhaps appealing to you if you’ve managed to completely disintegrate your conscious by then, that is. sittings only happen once a month (sometimes twice). enough times to satisfy us, but also enough times as to not become overbearing. other times we have them bi-monthly.

sittings are almost exclusively held outside. this is to minimise damage to the homestead, and to minimise the risk of someone mistaking a window for a door (has happened before, by the way… ”doors with high thresholds are called windows, and you’re not allowed to go through those” <- a real sitting rule.)

i , preparation : preparations are plentiful. sittings are considered a special occasion over here, after all. food is to be prepared. so…much…food. three meals: starter, main course, and dessert….for every single glader. most gladers help out in the kitchen, cooks or non-cooks. the outside dining area is prepped with table cloth and diy:ed decorations. sometimes the sitting has a special theme: hospital theme, pirates, etc. getting dolled up before a sitting is a whole vibe in and of itself.

ii , activities, the whole shebang : at least two toastmasters (TM) are assigned for each sitting. when TMs have an announcement, they ring the bell situated by the homestead porch. guests are expected to fall silent once the bell is rung, yet this rarely happens at once. the deeper into the night, the harder it is to shut the crowd up.

when the sitting is about to start, TM redirects everyone to their designated seats. singing the song ”squeeze on in” is customary.

-> the song book: here we have a collection of all glader songs ever written. some gladers have their own personal song book, but don’t worry if you don’t own one yourself yet — communal song books are always handed out to each table either way. it’s customary to write and draw in each other’s books, so don’t be shy with your pen.

now that you’ve found your seat, it’s time to introduce yourself to your tablemates. already know the person sitting next to you? (which… chances are, you do) doesn’t matter; say ”hi stranger” and introduce yourself, that’s just the polite thing to do. during the evening, chat with your tablemates; they’re probably not as unpleasant as they seem.

when the food is served, you thank and accept it. you eat and offer a compliment to the kitchen. nothing too complicated. when it’s time to sing, there are many rules and traditions that can’t be fully covered here. to summarize, certain songs must be sung in a specific order, and some experienced gladers tend to stray from the script. however, there’s no need to worry. you’ll never really understand it anyway. none of us do.

the rest of the evening is filled with pleasant conversations, occasional games, readings of hilariously written poems by hammered gladers (followed by a lambo - drinking game - where the people the poem is about have to stand on their chair and drink up whatever’s in their glass), music, and too much chaos.

iii , what to expect : a confused greenie when it’s time to sing (be nice and open the right page in the song book for them). shit-faced gladers. mouthwatering food. chatty tablemates with 0 filter.

iv , survival tip : dog-ear the pages of the most popular glader songs in the song book (you’ll quickly learn which ones they are, trust me), it’ll come in handy many times throughout the night. bring a pen. keep your glass full , unless it’s your time to lambo , then keep it half-full (not empty, that’ll just earn you the crowd shouting ”re-do” at you). come in time if you want to mingle before the party, come late by 30 minutes if you’re only there to eat.

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theatre.

another added feature to my dr by me. theatre. the interactive kind, where the audience has a say in the direction of the story. happens like… what,,, once a year? we’ve only had one so far, and the next one won’t see the light of day for a while.

i , preparation : a screenplay is written by volunteering gladers. there’s only one requirement: be witty and creative. there are really no requirements for who can be an actor. want the job? you got it.

the scene is poorly built. the builders threw it together in an hour, but it does the trick. costuming is not grand either. at all. actors borrow the clothes from other gladers, mixing and matching them to create their costumes…. so nothing’s sewn or created from scratch (we really can’t be arsed to do that). they borrowed my white maxi skirt once to create a wedding dress, just to put things into perspective.

ii , activities, the whole shebang : find a good seat in the grass by the wooden scene, bring a blanket or a pillow to sit on. the performance is usually 1–2 hours long, with breaks.

the performances are usually satirical ones, and often times making fun of the creators and the grievers. expect lots of parodies of songs and lots of improv.

as mentioned, the show is interactive. meaning: you in the audience can influence the performance. go bananas with your newfound power. dissatisfied with the delivery of a line or an act made by the actors? simply shout your demands at them from where you’re sitting: ”say it angrier” , ”close the door” , ”sing it in french instead” , ”more romantic” , ”CLOSE THE DOOOOOOR”. get creative, the actors won’t mind (most of the times).

iii , what to expect : the crowd never shutting up. the audience stomping their feet in unison. don’t expect a professional show, you’ll be disappointed.

iv , survival tip : if a song is performed, always clap when it ends, even if it’s in the middle of an act. when the audience are stomping their feet, join them. again, bring a blanket or a pillow to sit on (as the temperatures fall at night, the grass gets wet…)

so!!!! that was that! if you stayed til the end: thank you. are you alright, though? i do have so so much more to say but this would’ve been an endless rambling otherwise. soo yep, my dr heavily diverts from canon (as one might’ve noticed). it’s basically its own seperate entity, heavily inspired by uni student culture (i’m a girl and i need to have fun !!!! grievers and maze be damned)

[realityrain]

♱༘🪬.⁺𓊆ྀིmagical abilities/ items i’ve scripted𓊇ྀི⸝⸝₊𓈒✷

⋆ ｡ ‧ ˚ʚ just posted this to my main tt (@/probablylucid) | hope yall like it and happy shifting everyone!! ɞ˚ ‧ ｡⋆

[batsyi]

me scripting that he can't live w/o me, feels incomplete w/o me, fell in love with me at first sight, im the one for him, he's his best when with me, im his last thought when he gts and his first when he wakes up, im the best he's ever had/will have, the thought of us breaking up physically sickens him, absolutely head over heels in love with me, and that we're cosmically intertwined, soulmates, destined/meant to be, soul bonded & endgame

[wintersportal]

HISTORICAL + VINTAGE FACE CLAIMS

this is solely for inspiration and all pics are modified by me for entertainment purposes!

all faces are morphed and none are my own!

[melshifting]

(uncommon) talents for your DR

↳ #01 ～ Expert in claws: You know the perfect technique to always win in any casino game and claw machines, making it easy to get your desired prize - every machine works in your favor.

↳ #02 ～ Lip-reading expert: your ability to read lips with remarkable accuracy allows you to understand conversations in noisy, quiet, or silent environments, either in person or via online videos.

↳ #03 ～ Chronological mathematician: You possess an innate sense of time, accurately estimating the passage of minutes and seconds without a watch. This ability makes you the right person to time sports, games and even cooking.

↳ #04 ～ Human scale: You know how to calculate the exact weight and/or measurements of any item without resorting to a scale.

↳ #05 ～ Human GPS: you have an innate sense of direction and can navigate even the most complex and unfamiliar routes effortlessly.

↳ #06 ～ Extraordinary locksmith: Your nimble fingers and keen sense of touch allow you to effortlessly pick any lock. Although this skill must be used legally and responsibly, it can be useful in casual situations.

↳ #07 ～ Eidetic painter: you possess the ability to create detailed and realistic paintings from memory, even if you have only seen the subject once.

↳ #08 ～ Living calendar: You have an extraordinary memory for dates and events, which allows you to remember historical events, birthdays, and anniversaries effortlessly.

↳ #09 ～ The best joker: your mind is a treasure chest of puns - your ability to create witty puns worthy of a joke on the spot can brighten up any situation.

↳ #10 ～ Lost & Found magnet: You can locate lost objects with unerring accuracy, no matter how big or small.

↳ #11 ～ Professional counterfeiter: You are an expert in forgery, as you accurately imitate handwriting, signatures, and documents. Although this talent isn't intended for illegal activities, it makes you a professional expert in the details.

↳ #12 ～ Escape artist: You have a unique gift for breaking free from chains, locked rooms or difficult situations - this skill combines physical flexibility with mental dexterity.

↳ #13 ～ Color identifier: With a quick glance at an image/painting you can identify and reproduce the exact colors, as you excel at distinguishing color ranges to perfection.

[therachelmethod]

When I finally shift after 6 damn years I will let out the loudest, rage-filled roar known to mankind. Fuck this place