Nerdjo C:

Does anyone else not script perfection into their drs?

Like I want to have main character energy but I also still want to learn and grow through my drs and I feel like if I script things like I’m perfect and I never make mistakes, I’ll be missing those opportunities and lessons… does that make sense or am I bald?

you’re gonna shift tonight/today

the difference ……. he is HUGE

casual

⸝⸝ ⋮ "why haven't I shifted yet?"

⸝⸝ ⋮ "I did everything right ,, didn't I ?"

・・・・・

Maybe you haven’t shifted yet because you’re standing at the threshold, pounding on the door like it owes you something, so loud and desperate you can’t hear the soft click of the lock unlatching on its own. Sometimes we want something so badly that we strangle it — clutching it like a lifeline, knuckles pale, breath tight, thinking that if we just try harder, it’ll finally give. But shifting isn’t a stubborn jar lid. It’s a dream, and dreams don’t bloom under pressure — they open like petals in stillness.

It’s like trying to catch a snowflake with fire in your hands. The more you reach, the quicker it melts. You wouldn’t scream at the ocean to make a wave crash faster. You just wait, feet buried in the sand, while the tide inches in, closer and closer, until it kisses your toes without asking.

I know you feel like you’ve done everything. You’ve whispered affirmations like secrets into the night, folded your limbs like origami, held visions in your mind until your imagination became see-through. You’ve felt it: that one fragile moment of almost, where your soul swore this is it, just before it slipped back into the dark.

But that wasn’t failure. That was foreshadowing. That was the universe warming up, clearing its throat before the crescendo. You’re not lost. You’re tuning yourself, like a radio just shy of the right station — static humming, music just behind the veil. You’re so close the air is humming with it.

And maybe — just maybe — you’re too awake to shift. Not your body, but your awareness. Like you’re peeking through your fingers at the miracle, too alert, too ready, as if you’re trying to trap magic in a jar. But magic hates being watched. It sneaks in through the cracks when you’re laughing too hard to care. It’s the song that plays when you stop trying to remember the lyrics. It’s the dream that comes back only after you stop chasing it down the hallway of your mind.

Let go.

Melt a little.

Forget the steps and let your heartbeat be the ritual.

And then there’s doubt — the quiet saboteur. Not a villain with fangs, but a whisper wearing your voice, curling up beside you and murmuring things like “maybe it’s not real,” or “maybe it’s not for me.” It doesn't shout. It sighs. But that doubt? It’s proof you care. You ache for this so much, your mind spins storms just trying to protect you from disappointment. But you're not being punished. You're not unworthy. You're just standing on the edge of the pool, toes curled over the ledge, learning how to trust the fall — learning that sometimes the water catches you even when you close your eyes.

You’re not behind.

You’re not broken.

This isn’t a failure. It’s a slow becoming. It’s scaffolding for a bridge you haven’t crossed yet, but one day, you’ll look back and realize you’ve been building it the whole time.

And the wildest part? So many people shift the moment they give up — not in despair, but in surrender. They drop the script, unclench their hands, exhale all the wanting — and then, like a secret handshake, the wind changes. The universe, cheeky thing that it is, was just waiting to see if you’d soften. If you’d open your palms.

Because sometimes the door doesn’t open when you demand. It opens when you become quiet enough to hear the hinge move.

Maybe the answer isn’t more doing. Maybe it’s undoing. Maybe you don’t need to become the version of yourself who shifts — maybe you already are. Maybe the only thing left is to remember. You’ve been turning the key, every night, in your sleep. Whisper by whisper. Breath by breath.

And one night — without fanfare — it’ll click.

And when it does, you’ll realize: You weren’t waiting for the shift. The shift was waiting for you.

・・・・・

oh my…

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your reality is REAL. it is not just some fanfiction that you are going to live out, you will feel, you will feel just as deeply as you do here.

﹒ ⋆ a love letter

shifting to me is the crackle of the fire, the heat of it when I sit to close, the half of myself that is facing away feeling the chill of cold seeping through the cracks of my home, the flip of pages from my father sitting in his rocking chair, an act so familiar to him but I need to commit it to memory, and hold it close because I’ve made it.

it’s stones prickling my feet with wiry grass, my hand holding on to who've known me for ages and I, consciously, only a few days but it feels like a lifetime with them. it’s familiar yet it’s not, my feet know the path ahead of me but my eyes do not. they call me by a name that’s only ever played in my head and I know I’ve made it.

it’s cold seeping in and chilling my bones from the lake, fingertips pruning and numb. the laughter that rings both familiar and foreign from my friends, dogs that nose me with kinship that I know deep in my bones. it’s shivering in the grass, tingles running up my spine from sun warming my back, hands fisting sand in my grip, caked beneath my nails is seaweed and dust and I know I’ve made it

﹒ ⋆

you will feel, you will feel so deeply

shifting is supposed to be fun, so protect your heart, make those precautions and feel, the texture of your table, of your clothes, remember that your dr is exactly like that

take a moment, a breath, feel your cr then change that, take away the texture of wherever your sitting and it make it your dr. change the consistency of your clothes, change the scent of the air, change how your heart feels, deep down, feel that you are there and you will be.

thinking about teen gojo who’s still learning how to control his powers… and just starts floating every time you kiss him.

you just started dating after he won your heart some time around your first year as jujutsu high students, and there’s not really a difference from when you were friends compared to when you’re now together but—

there are the closer cuddles during movie nights and the spotanenous hangouts now established as dates amongst other things, and of course, the kisses.

funnily enough, it was you who intiated the first kiss, even after his oh so bold and confident claims that he’d be the best boyfriend and kisser, despite never having been in a relationship before.

some might consider that your first kiss with gojo wasn’t so special, but it’s special to you.

it had been a convenience store run he had dragged you out on during the ungodly am hours. satoru rummaging for his newly bought sweets in the grocery bag, his tongue poking out of his mouth. his expression had lit up when he pulled out his candy, eyes flitting to yours and then-

you leaned in to press a quick, chaste kiss to his lips.

his snowy eyelashes fluttered in shock, staring at you like you had just strung up the stars in the current night sky overhead. the dim light from the convenience store casts a glow over your facial features, and it takes him a moment to realize that the curvature of your lips had just been on his. that you had kissed him.

and then he started floating.

you couldn't help but laugh and pull him back down and in for yet another kiss.

and it keeps happening every time you kiss him now. it doesn’t matter what he was doing before, as soon as your lips leave his, his feet leave the floor too — quite literally.

you’d think that he’s doing it on purpose, but he swears that he isn’t! it’s not his fault that his technique goes haywire whenever you bless him with a kiss!

it’s to the point where you’ve decided not question it now, and even the others don’t too.

“suguru and i are going off for our mission!” and suguru watches his best friend lean down expectantly towards you, tapping his lips with a finger, “can i have a good luck kiss, sweetheart?”

and you oblige sweetly with a hum, “have fun, you two. be safe!”

suguru’s hand is already outstretched to tug satoru down to the earth by his jacket once he starts drifting upwards. “c’mon, satoru.”

hell, he’s been half-asleep, still drowsy as you give him a kiss while leaving his dorm early in the morning before you’re caught by yaga, and gojo starts hovering off the mattress like an exorcism is taking place, the thin blanket slipping off his legs.

(“i guess you can say that you really sweep me off my fee- ow!”)

and while it’s ridiculous, you also find that it’s rather endearing.

but god forbid you start making out with him though. you’re not quite sure on what might happen whenever that comes around..

TONIGHT (or whenever but TODAY) WE SHIFT👅👅👅 GET READY YALL TO DO SOME MAGIC, TO PERFORM, TO TEACH, TO ACT (whatever youre doing in your dr)

Anyway, ive been affirming the whole day, got a weird feeling in my chest, but in a good way, whatever it means i hope it means im shifting TONIGHT

#shifting #shift