Update:

the way shifting made me love existing is just so ??? like who would've ever thought.

it makes me wanna look at that hurt version of myself who loathes the very thought of her own existence and tell her 'seeeeee? i told youuu'

I love your post about there being no cringe in shifting. I am a big lover of fantasy, magic and sci-fi so you best believe that all of my DRs are one big magical adventure with all sorts of crazy things and concepts. I shift to get rid of this realities limitations and explore the possibilities that infinite realities give us, so it really annoys me when people say that I “can’t” script a certain thing because of “realism”. Just because we ended up being born in this reality where certain things are the standard doesn’t mean that this reality is the blueprint or “one true way” for things to be. There are realities where people would look at us as if we were out of our minds for doing things that are considered mundane here. I changed the layout of the planet in my DRs, added more countries that I made up, added fictional plants/animals, completely rewrote world history and added dragons, magic, etc, made unusual hair and eye colors the norm, just anything that I felt like, such as doing complete crossovers between realities, such as taking and mixing the concept of two shows and making up my own plot/setting for it (without any of the OG characters and setting) and adding the cast of a third show to this plot AND people from my main DR who I scripted from scratch, and then adding all sorts of drama on top of that. Like the multiverse truly is infinite so I don’t see the point in not experimenting to your hearts content 😭

LITERALLY LIKE WHEN I SAY INFINITE REALITIES I MEAN INFINITE REALITIES

there are realities that we cant even imagine because they're so out there

honestly i aspire to be as creative as u anon

im pretty sure i scripted france out of my dr back in 2020 bc i was on this france hating thing

also the thing about people in other realities looking at us weird like YES

there are realities where oxygen and water are deadly and we look like stupid idiots likeee

No one asked and I dunno what’s going to come out of this but I’m going batshit so fucking have at thee.

Jason creates lightning storms. It crackles across his skin, glows inside his veins. Thunder cracks the sky when he screams. He howls and prowls the ground like a wolf, hunched over and licking his teeth. His eyes glow. He’s haunting. He speaks to birds, coaxes them in close before snapping at them whole, scarfing down blood and bones and meat. Doesn’t care the mess on his mouth. Doesn’t care the mess on his hands.

Tornados ripple when he’s mad, rolling up from every angered breath he exhales. Summons lightning bolts from the sky and wields them in calloused reddened hands like swords and spears and daggers and bows and shields. It rains when he cries. Pours down viciously the longer his sadness last. The louder he cries, the harder it hits the ground. Forming hail that breaks the earth.

Manipulates the wind around him to run fast. One minute he’s there, the next he’s gone. He can pin you down with a look, steal the breath form your lungs and hold it vicious above your head as you wheeze and sob without sound and die.

His father is the god of justice and order and it’s like switch goes off in his mind. The Underworld conducts fairness on what it sees in your soul, the life you lived. He conducts justice on what he wants, what he thinks you deserve and Cupid screams as everything burns, his blood boiling under the heat of lightning wrapped around his body, as Jason floats above him, empty-eyed and rippling like a storm, until Nico screams at him to stop it. Pulls him down with shadowy tendrils, grabs the scepter, and drags Jason away into the shadows.

It’s only when Cupid no longer in his line of sight, his range of smell, his hearing perimeter, that he switches back on. Happy kind Jason who holds Nico’s hands and asks if he’s okay with gentle tones and assures him that no one will hate him if he chooses to come out with his feelings and Nico stares at bloodied teeth and glowing eyes and know it’s true because Jason wouldn’t let them.

When you ask him why he feels the need to bloody his hands and teeth and burn electricity along the skin of those who’ve done wrong, he will simply say, “They deserved it.” Camp quickly beats this out of him with demands of regality and logic and snappish tongues and people cowering away from him so harshly he gets upset but there are moments where his eyes glow a bit too much and they fear the return of a bloodied six year old sitting hunched over like a dog atop a pile of groaning, moaning, dying bodies because they dared to call his friend names.

He’ll torture you and see nothing wrong with it. Find the electricity inside your skin and electrocute you without touching. Ramp it up by ten, by a hundred and watch you cook from the inside out. Grappling him down does nothing. He shouts and you splatter.

He’s inhuman, a god among demigods, a wolf among sheep. A predator through and through. He smiles more than stares the older he gets but the campers know what he is and they watch him emerge from Mount Othrys thrumming with the same kind of energy he had when the wolves threw him to them. Blood smeared on his mouth and hands, golden as the weapons that they grip tighter in their hands with every pounding step he takes forward.

And he smiles and laughs and it’s manic and horrifying and with the thrill of defeating a Titan single-handed still rolling through him like a live wire, everyone else goes down. All enemies burned out and emptied. Gasping for breaths that never come. Struck down by lightning. Blown apart by determined bursts of air.

And Jason is standing there in the carnage, delighted. His laughter sounds like howls. The wind rockets against him, the air, the sky, the rain, the clouds - it all twists against his skin and heals his wounds, heals his bruises, invigorates him over and over again to burn, to break, to destroy, until all their enemies are justly defeated and he can confidently declare the war is won.

Order, they realize, comes in many forms.

This is Jason’s.

no shame, just genuinely asking

do you have any commentary on the transition from short person in cr to tall person in dr? i need to hear it from a person that hasn't always been tall

i was honestly expecting my limbs to feel different but really its like putting on heels. like holy shit im tall now and thats really it.

༊*·˚ i love shifters.

༊*·˚ i love shifters who post storytimes & edits.

༊*·˚ i love shifters who are private about their drs.

༊*·˚ i love shifters with novel length scripts.

༊*·˚ i love shifters who don’t script.

༊*·˚ i love shifters who have shifted.

༊*·˚ i love shifters who haven’t shifted.

༊*·˚ i love shifters who try every night.

༊*·˚ i love shifters who haven’t tried in a while or are on a break.

༊*·˚ i love shifters with s/o’s.

༊*·˚ i love shifters without s/o’s.

༊*·˚ i love shifters who write scenarios and self-inserts.

༊*·˚ i love shifters who don’t write scenarios.

༊*·˚ i love shifters with a million drs.

༊*·˚ i love shifters with one dr.

༊*·˚ i love fem shifters.

༊*·˚ i love masc shifters.

༊*·˚ i love androgynous shifters.

༊*·˚ i love shifters of all shapes and sizes.

༊*·˚ i love shifters who doubt.

༊*·˚ i love shifters who have been trying for years.

༊*·˚ i love you all.

places to go next time you shift:

- a cryptid town in the deep south where everything is slightly off and the animals are not quite right (southern gothic music inspired)

- a sky castle where the clouds are just as fluffy and soft as you imagined

- a free theme park where you can just chill with your friends and go on rides as long as you want

- barbie: life in the dreamhouse where you can get ANYTHING you want and look hot doing it

- ratty catty where ur just a rat living in the walls and stealing food from the house’s owners to feed ur children (cats optional)

- subway surfers.

- infinite train ride (not to be confused with infinity train) sight see and chill on an overnight train for free!

- be a dog, live a dog life (maybe even be adopted by an immortal vampire owner)

- become an animate painting that just roasts ppl who walks past (harry potter style)

- ur cr but everything is pixelated

- be a mermaid but like a nurse shark or smth idk choose a species try not to get eaten

- any of the barbie movies

- the live action bratz movie

- THE JUST DANCE UNIVERSE GUYS. THINK ABOUT IT.

- one of those corny tiktok povs where when u turn 18 you get a superpower or smth

- the purge but after the 6th year no one bothered with murder anymore and realized lying on government tax write offs would be way better in the long run

- world where ur just someone’s drawing that came to life

- world where YOU are the ai (taking over the world is optional)

things i ALWAYS script:

- i am 6'1

- my skin is always clear

- im buff but not body builder

- im charismatic and can hold a conversation (guys. im so awkward here.)

- i am a musical genius (IM A BAND, CHORUS, AND THEATER KID. TRIPLE HOMICIDE)

- im fluent in at least 3 languages (i just like languages bro)

- i can able to do school work extremely quick and i dont even have to think about it (i hate school)

- my teachers love me and suspect nothing of me (i hate school)

- i always have perfect attendance and grades (i hate school)

- sneaking out is super easy

- cigarettes dont affect me (stfu i like being cool without lung problems)

- people think im hilarious

- im extremely clever

- i know how to shoot a gun (im american /derog)

- a marching band (GUYS IM SORRY IM A BAND KID AND I CANT LIVE WITHOUT FLIPPING MY LITTLE FLAG)

- i never embarrass myself (i already stay up at night bc of my cr ok)

-i never run out of money (guys...)

- i never say or do anything problematic

- a musical career (if im not persuing music here, im persuing music everywhere else)

"i dont have the answer to that one twin" IM GONNA PISS MYSELF

The best advice I can give you about shifting that I can give you is just vibe twin. Nigga take a chill pill and do you boo.

If you get overly excited then be overly excited. It ain't bad to be overly excited.

If you fall asleep then twin you gonna wake up in your dr.

If you don't wanna think about your dr while shifting but still wanna shift then twin do it.

If you're ass crack itch then itch it nigga. You're still gonna shift.

If you're dog barking and shit either ignore it, make it so it's apart of your dr, or throw a shoe at the mf.

If you forget to script something then why tf are you panicking instead of just scripting it real quick then get back to what you was doing.

If you in pain...... I don't have the answer to that one twin. Push through I guess.

All this complicated shit is for pussies. Don't. Be. A. Pussy.

Ps this really just for me for real. A girl just needs herself sometimes.

MINI SHIFTING STORY

so basically i was sleeping and i woke up before my alarm which like never happens and i was kinda panicked because i was like, "omfg i need to go record with stefan" which struck me as weird because

1. i dont make videos??

2. who the fuck is stefan

so when i really started waking up, i feel someone behind me trying to keep me in bed so immediately i was like, oh i shifted.

but as soon as i realized i was like, "aw i was really looking forward to doing smth in my cr today" and i ended up back here soooo..

extra:

stefan is part of the teosgame gang and he hasn't been featured as much on the channel anymore which is why i thought it was so weird i thought of him

the method i used was quite literally just gaslighting myself. i'm in college in my dr and since i fall asleep really fast i just go like

"i need to sleep early i have 12 pm classes tmr and i wake up really late"

"i need to remember to post my vid tmr morning bc i have a competition and i cant post it in the afternoon"

"i need to practice my routine, i dont have that rifle toss down yet"

stuff like that