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EXCUSE THE MESS ✶ ASK GAME
౨ৎ excuse the mess is a shifting ask game inspired by frank ocean's channel orange with a focus on your relationships in your desired realities. ﹙ reblog for asks & send emojis to ask ﹚
cw! a few of these questions are less "fun" and more phycological. i completely understand if that's not your cup of tea. take care of yourselves <3
𐔌 . 💫 ⋮ 'BOUT YOU ֹ ₊ ꒱ what do you reminisce on late at night? is it a person you had to leave behind? someone who left you? why are you still reminded of that past? are you upset with the memories? do you regret them?
𐔌 . 🩳 ⋮ SWEET LIFE ֹ ₊ ꒱ what are the sweetest parts of your relationship with your s/o? all the not sugar-free, tooth-aching sweetness you two share. is your dynamic as simple as grumpiness vs sweetness or is it something more complex?
𐔌 . 🥂 ⋮ SUPER RICH KIDS ֹ ₊ ꒱ is there something in your desired realty that we would think is fantastical or unheard-of but is completely normal there? do you splurge thousands of dollars a day like you're in gossip girl? or fly around on a broomstick?
𐔌 . 🍃 ⋮ PILOT JONES ֹ ₊ ꒱ who is your bad influence? the one person you can count on to be involved with something insane and drag you along with them? have they always been "bad"? why won't you let them go?
𐔌 . ✈️ ⋮ LOST IN THE HEAT ֹ ₊ ꒱ was there a point where you were "lost" in your desired reality? a point where you knew you weren't going the way you want but couldn't recognize the way back? could be physical or emotional.
𐔌 . 🎹 ⋮ BAD RELIGION ֹ ₊ ꒱ what or who do you turn to when you need a safe space? do you turn on your favorite album and sit alone in your bedroom? do you have a friend you know will always be comforting ear? perhaps you take solo walks around your neighborhood?
𐔌 . 🍊 ⋮ FORREST GUMP ֹ ₊ ꒱ who runs your mind? the person you're always thinking about? when you make a joke that doesn't quite land, who do you know would've loved it?
﹙ ordered by track list ﹚ ꕀ would you laugh if i told you one of my least favorite colors is orange...
how I be listening to music knowing good and well I'm stealing ts for my discography
-ˏˋ⋆ "do you think I'm weird?" ⋆ˊˎ-
˚ ࿔ "oh yeah no, you're fcking weird" · ˚ *
༘ ⋆ "yeah, but so what? everybody's weird" ˚｡⋆
:･ ᭕ THINGS TO SCRIPT S/O EDITION
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you have matching birthmarks / birthmarks in the shape of each others initials
they have airpods and when you guys first see each other and as soon as they lay their eyes on you a love song comes on
theres a constallation in the sky that looks exactly like your initials together thats only visible on the anniversary of the day you met
they are always seeing you in their dreams
you both wear lockets with a picture of each other in it (you could also script that their locket has a slight hint of your signature scent and yours has a hint of theirs)
they always send you pictures of things that remind them of you
they always take pictures of you and post them without you even having to ask (you can also script that they take really good pictures)
everyones always teasing them about how obsessed they are with you, everyone knows that they love you
reasons why you're waking up in your cr ,
if it's not happening, it's because you’re still treating the 3d like it's anything but your own assumption reflecting back to you. still assuming lack while saying abundance. still looking for signs instead of stepping into the thing as if it's already yours.
nothing external needs to change. your state does. and that can happen in one second, in one thought.
you keep checking . . . ౨ৎ the second you look over your shoulder to see if it worked, you're signalling it hasn't. assumption doesn't need confirmation. assumption doesn't peek. ꒰ what to do , stop asking. stop waiting. decide it's done and get on with your life. keep walking.
subconscious doubts . . . ౨ৎ somewhere deep, under the clean sentences you say out loud, there's a voice. 'what if it's not real?' 'what if i'm not good enough?' it camps out in the marrow, slowing you down before you ever start. ꒰ what to do , rewire yourself. not once, not wistfully. daily, methodically. affirm it until it's more instinct than wish.
overthinking the methods . . . ౨ৎ you're not assembling a bomb. you're not cracking the human genome. shifting isn't method worship. it's assumption. ꒰ what to do , pick what feels natural. raven, lullaby, drift, whatever stops the noise. trust the simplicity. complexity is a coffin.
intellectualising it to death . . . ౨ৎ you read every shifting post, watched every youtube guide, diagrammed every method. ꒰ what to do , get out of your head and into your body. shifting is sensation before it's strategy.
fear of success or change . . . ౨ৎ self-sabotage wears a hundred faces. sometimes it's something that says you're safer in longing than in arrival. the mind clings to its ruins because they are familiar. ꒰ what to do , dig out the rot. write out your fears like you're testifying. remind yourself that change is not exile. you're allowed to cross thresholds.
you want it to feel like magic . . . ౨ৎ you expect fireworks. epiphanies. sensations. if it doesn't sparkle, you think it didn't happen. ꒰ what to do , stop chasing signs. reality shifts quiet. like changing the channel. no drama, just difference.
impatience . . . ౨ৎ you feel ready. you want it yesterday. but checking the oven every two minutes doesn't bake the cake faster. it breaks the heat. ꒰ what to do , behave as if it's already yours. embody the arrival. impatience is a leak, seal it.
you think there's a gap . . . ౨ৎ a gap between you and your desire. between thought and result. between you and your dr. ꒰ what to do , there is no gap. the second you decided, it existed. the delay's a hallucination.
comparing yourself to others . . . ౨ৎ watching other shifters score touchdowns doesn't mean you're fumbling. you're running a different play entirely. ꒰ what to do , stay on your field. trust your timeline. celebrate every inch forward like you invented it.
and isn't it so wonderful that there are so many boundless opportunities to be had with shifting? you are not limited to this single plane of existence. you can change your life and circumstance with just the intent to.
i have found so much inner peace to know that this is true in my heart and in my bones. i have experienced it and will continue to experience it for the rest of my life. how marvelous is that?
how i feel when i see my s/o depicted ROMANTICALLY with another person
ENHYPEN DR. THE INTERNATIONAL DREAM GIRL.
THE INVITATION…
REI, the only female member of the American based K-pop group, ENHYPEN, is the global it girl. With her killer fashion sense, trendsetting abilities, insane range of vocals, versatile songwriting and producing abilities, there is no doubt she’ll leave her mark on this generation.
IN THAT DREAM,
Born as Reilly Iris Evermore on March 1, 2002, in Brisbane, Australia, Rei grew up in a big family. Raised in Brisbane, she was often at the beach surfing or swimming, on her family’s farm tending to the animals, or shopping with her siblings.
At the age of nine, her hobby for swimming shortly morphed into her dream of becoming an olympic swimmer. She proved this dream was very serious to her as she placed as the best swimmer on her schools swim team within the next six months. According to Rei, she grew up loving to stay busy so while juggling school and being on the swim team, she also pursued her love for dance after enrolling in a local dance studio at the age of ten. In the same year she also began writing songs with her sister, famously known as Lexi Jayde.
Rei’s love for songwriting and music definitely came from her parents because they were always playing music, no matter the occasion. Singing in the car, dancing at the dinner table, putting on concerts in her family’s living room, and even singing while tending to the farm was something Rei grew up around and also doing. She’d always gotten positive comments on her voice but decided she wanted to be even better at the age of twelve, so she asked her parents if she could get vocal lessons. Rei stated the lessons made her more confident in her singing abilities and broaden her range of songs she could sing.
In 2017, she along with her childhood best friend and member, Jake Sim, realized they wanted to pursue music after watching BTS perform at the American Music Award’s. After this, Rei attended her dance classes, singing lessons, and continued songwriting more frequently.
WHAT VISION AWAITS?
In 2018, Rei was named the youngest olympic gold medalist after winning first place in the women’s 200 meter freestyle swim at just sixteen. Praised for her performance and humbleness, Rei, known then as Reilly Evermore, was a name known all across Australia.
In 2019, Rei announced she would be leaving her swimming past behind and reaching for a new dream in music. Rei worked hard in both dance and singing classes for months while also working towards graduating. In May 2020, a few weeks after graduating from high school, Republic Records announced they would be holding global auditions for a global K-pop group they’d be forming.
Naturally Rei auditioned and passed. She beat 998 other Australians who auditioned. You may be wondering who the other person who passed was and that would be none other then her childhood best friend, Jake Sim. Rei and Jake flew to Los Angeles a week after getting the news of passing their auditions. In Los Angeles, they met the other members, Heeseung, Jay, Sunghoon, Sunoo, Jungwon, and Riki.
After training for three months to test their chemistry and skills, they started working towards their debut with the label. After two months of preparing their release and themselves, ENHYPEN debuted on November 30, 2021.
BURNING BRIGHT, ACROSS THE WORLD…
Their debut EP, BORDER : DAY ONE, skyrocketed in sales after their TV debut on The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon. Their choreography along with their vocals for the title-track, Given-Taken, stole the hearts of fans and non-fans alike. Fans were very intrigued by the group because while all the members had their specialities, which were showcased during their documentary, Walk The Line, they all shined bright on stage, together.
With their second release, BORDER : CARNIVAL, in April 2022, ENHYPEN dived deeper into their vampire concept which drew more people in. Their sales heightened even more and have continued to do so ever since. In 2023, ENHYPEN attended and the 64th Annual Grammy Awards. In the following year they won their first Grammy for Best New Artist then performed their latest song at the time, Future Perfect (Pass The Mic). On April 12, 2025, ENHYPEN performed at Coachella and achieved the second highest YouTube livestream numbers for the festival with 250,000 total viewers.
Starting in August, they will embark on their second world tour, “Fate”, which will cover North and South America, Europe, Asia, Australia, and Africa.
OH, I LEAVE QUITE AN IMPRESSION!
Rei has continued to prove just how determined she is while being in ENHYPEN. She has helped write and produce all of the groups songs and has even helped write and produce for other artists such as Tate Mcrae, Sabrina Carpenter, Olivia Rodrigo, Gracie Abrams, Boys World, Chappell Roan, FLO, and Addison Rae.
Rei being known as the best songwriter and producer in Hollywood and as the global it girl, has artists, fans, and even non-fans praising her left and right. While her talents are show-stopping, so is her face card. Brands have been after Rei since she debuted but she didn’t accept her first brand deal until May 2021 with Calvin Klein. Since then she has stacked up brand deals with Miu Miu, Louis Vuitton, Vivienne Westwood, Coperni, Chanel, and rhode.
Talents and looks can only get you so far, so what about her personality? That of an angel. Ask anyone! Dubbed “Nation’s Best Friend”, Rei is noticed for treating others with such kindness as if she’s known them for years. She also gained this title by being connected with so many celebs and each of them having nothing but nice things to say about her. This coincides with her title, International Dream Girl, which she’s had since debut. It sparked by fans and artists across many different platforms saying they were automatically drawn to Rei, and that the atmosphere around her was beautifully alluring and beyond anything they’d ever seen.
Rei’s love for music has taken her a long way from her family’s farm in Brisbane and although music wasn’t her first love it certainly is her last along with a certain member of her group, but we’ll save that for later.
moodboard | reicore edit | my one and only | more to come…
GREEN TENNIS COURT ⋆ MOODBOARD
﹙ moodboards & orders ﹚
me after deciding to make another dr (i have 5+ unfinished scripts)
my hero academia dr self intro ⊹ ࣪ ˖
aspiring hero ⋆ singer-songwriter ⋆ teen ballerina
𝓁ilith 𝒶maris aizawa . . . adopted daughter of pro-hero eraserhead, lilith's rise to fame starts all the way back to when she was in middle school. studying at aldera junior high; she dropped her first album titled "genesis" when she was just 13. two more followed after her debut, and the effortless power in her voice and mysterious persona made her an overnight sensation. three years later she's known for her outstanding performance as a young hero-in-training at ua high school.
𝓉he 𝒹arkness 𝒽ero . . . also known by her hero name "ghost". lilith's graceful and skilled handling of her quirk; "umbrakinesis" has taken the hero world by surprise. at the young age of 16 she's shown full control of her quirk, which allows her to do things like; control darkness and shadows, turn her body into a shadow, possess people for short periods of time, solidify shadows, and even make clones of herself amongst other things.
fun facts about 𝓁ilith . . .
- she has two siblings; her older sister and brother, jasmyne and shinso.
- she has a cat named callisto that was a gift from her father.
- she was personally trained and mentored by eraserhead starting from the age of 12.
- enrolled in ballet classes when she was 5.
izuku midoriya . . . izuku and lilith met in middle school while they were both in their first year at aldera junior high. the definition of the term soulmates and the sappiest couple you'll ever have the misfortune to witness. ship names are: strawberry matcha & izulili. they are permanently attached by the hip and their matching all might keychains.
life at ua . . . lilith's dorm is an explosion of pink and her vast collection of hello kitty plushies and sylvanian family toys. her various posters show her love for music and her favorite artists like; lana del rey, fiona apple, lamp, sade, and mitski. outside of her dorm she can be seen roaming class 1A's common room putting up cozy decorations and swimming in the school's pool.
a peak inside lilith's closet . . . pink pink pink, ribbons and bows, tracksuits and mini-skirts, tights, high heels and ballet flats, gold jewelry and an assortment of bangles.
moodboard
thank you for reading !
𝓈hiftingdais intro . . . ౨ৎ
pinterest ⋆ multiverse ⋆ alter ego
🍵 . . . hii, my name is daisy or dais but i also go by goobersy online. i'm fifteen years old; a cancer sun, gemini moon and leo rising. i've had many accounts dedicated to shifting so you might know me as "goobersy" or "ochacoswife" on tiktok!
🍵 . . . i'm venezuelan and was raised in venezuela, i speak both english and spanish and i'm hoping to make more latino friends on here. i love reading, listening to music, baking, ballet, ao3, anime, and of course shifting.
🍵 . . . i've been shifting for five years now and i would say i'm an experienced shifter. i found out about shifting around the same time as everyone else did (2020) and i've been devoted to the practice ever since. shifting is my escape so if you're uncomfortable with that then this blog isn't for you. i've been manifesting since 2022 and used to run a subliminal account so i'm open to making custom subliminals for friends!
🍵 . . . dr list: my hero academia, stardew valley, minecraft, school bus graveyard, better cr, haikyuu, one piece, and twice member.
🍵 . . . please don't follow if you're a race changer or tolerant of it, you're older than 25, you're judgemental of permashifters, you're only online to be negative - i hate negativity please don't come on here trying to start conflict... i'll just block you. also please just be mindful that i'm a minor!
🍵 . . . please follow if you have niche drs, you're a yapper, you're also on shifttok, we have any of the same drs, we have the same s/o ( i know many aren't comfortable with this, just lmk ), you want a shifting friend.
p.s. i'm new to tumblr so I apologize if this post isn't the best, i'll make a better one in the future (..◜ᴗ◝..)
ib 𝜗𝜚 @visualcve
it’s so awkward seeing ppl thirst over a character who’s related to you/your parent in your dr
Guys look, i brought a cool gate for y'all's scripts
I thought it's very good for a waiting room
I found it from Pinterest
i can’t keep things casual. i need to script that we were meant to be. that what we have is a past life spiritual connection, where we promised to meet each other in every lifetime.
is either this or nothing 🙏
𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑒𝑥𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑟𝑠
ʚɞ the warmth of sunlight coming through the blinds when you wake up in the morning.
ʚɞ the shock of stepping into the shower when you forget to wait for it to warm up.
ʚɞ getting tickled until you physically can’t breathe.
ʚɞ smiling so much that your cheeks hurt.
ʚɞ that peaceful moment in the morning when you sit down and put your makeup on (& the satisfying moment of taking it off in the evening).
ʚɞ the feeling of butterflies in your stomach.
ʚɞ the excitement when your favourite song comes on the radio.
ʚɞ watching the flowers your s/o gifted you slowly wilt away with time.
ʚɞ going to that one local coffee shop every morning.
ʚɞ those cold nights where you wrap yourself up and your body starts tingling from the warmth.
ʚɞ dancing in the kitchen with your dog.
ʚɞ burning your food in the oven (cuz you were too busy dancing with your dog).
ʚɞ forcing your s/o to brush their teeth before they kiss you in the morning.
ʚɞ forgetting to make your bed when you’re in a rush.
ʚɞ when you get so overwhelmed that you start crying, even if you’re not upset.
ʚɞ inside jokes that never get old.
how i feel scripting my drs — ꪆ୧
˖˙ SECTIONS TO ADD INTO YOUR SCRIPT
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bucketlist of things you want to do/experience in your dr
what everyone thinks of you/thought of you when you first met
favourite memories you have experienced in your dr
favourite posessions (wardrobe, trinkets, etc)
map of your dr
new places - a shop exactly for your style, a restaurant with only your favourite foods, etc
daily life / routine - a day in your dr selfs life
quirky habits
legends / history of the place you live in
school - where you sit, which classes you take (timetable), scenarios, people that have a crush on you, what the teachers and people from your class are like, fun assignments youre assigned, what your bag and uniform look like, what your school looks like, who you talk to at school, map, extra events
events - plan your birthday, a talent show, any extra holidays you made up, a garage sale, etc
Not mine but I screamed when I saw this, thank you pinterest gods
Thought daughters after finding out their thoughts do shape reality:
you the 3d
If you still think shifting's hard, read this.
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You’re simply remembering.
For years, there’s been this huge misconception that shifting has anything to do with the body. I’m here to tell you—it doesn’t. When you shift, it’s your awareness that’s shifting, not your body.
Take symptoms, for example. Just because your body is tingling, itching, or whatever, doesn’t mean you have shifted—or that you haven’t. If anything, that’s just your body falling asleep.
“But why does it only happen when I try to shift then?” Because you’re forcing your body into a state it’s not normally in—making it do things it doesn’t usually do. Whether you’re meditating, levitating, gyrating, or castrating. The body reacts; it doesn't shift.
It’s confused—just trying to keep up with what your mind is doing. Because that’s the only part of you that truly matters. When you shift, your body isn’t going anywhere. It’s your mind remembering the life you’ve always been living. You’ve been there this whole time.
That’s why shifting is easy. You’re not traveling—you’re remembering.
don't forget to kiss me yuji.itadori
in which your bf is even more awk then you..
authors note: f!reader so scared 2 post this.. i feel like its so ugh also not proofread! 2.2k words! m.list <3
You and Yuji were always so awkward around each other, to the point that it led to completely red faces and twitching fingers.
Sure, he was a lot more outspoken with strangers and friends, while you were always on the quieter side. And when you did get comfortable with someone, you tended to talk too much.
You envied Yuji a bit. He always knew exactly what to say, and even when he didn’t, he had the charm to make it work anyway. But it was more than that—he had this boyish charm that sent you reeling, making you kick your feet in your dorm room late at night, squealing into your pillow while playing Beabadoobee on repeat, thinking of him.
You still remember the first time you saw him—pink hair, wide brown eyes, and the cutest smile ever. You were smitten from the beginning. Too shy to talk to him, though. Then, during a mission, you had been paired up with him and Nanami. He kept trying to talk to you, making funny remarks or simply attempting conversation. At one point, he had stared at you, scrunching his face in pure confusion, as if analyzing some small detail. Then he pointed to the corner of your eye, where your glitter eyeshadow shimmered, and said, "That's really pretty." All while rubbing the back of his head with a sheepish smile.
He was the only person who ever really talked to you—aside from the forced interactions Gojo pushed onto others. You figured there had to be something wrong with you. You were too odd, always saying the wrong thing, laughing at the wrong time, tripping over your own two feet. No matter what, you never seemed to fit in or draw anyone’s attention.
That was until you met Yuji.
Even after that compliment—after the pale pink dusting your cheeks at this super cute, jacked boy noticing you—it still didn’t feel real. This only happened in shoujo anime, right? Yet, despite your awkwardness, despite the way you choked on a simple thank you like you were forcing down thick cherry cough syrup, Yuji just laughed it off. A deep chuckle that reverberated through his body and yours—light, airy, utterly intoxicating. You wanted to hear that laugh for the rest of your life.
He had rambled about makeup, specifically special effects makeup, explaining how he was a huge movie lover. Then he got super engrossed in talking about the behind-the-scenes aspects of some of his favorite films—Human Earthworm, which, he eagerly added, was a trilogy.
You barely said a word, too shy to contribute much. But he didn’t seem to mind. It was like all he wanted was someone to listen.
A few days after that mission, you had been speed-walking out of class after an awful day. Some girl from a higher-up class had made crude remarks about your appearance, and you swallowed them down like bile, trying to ignore them. But you had barely managed to hold it together because, later that morning, you had to present in front of everyone. Your hands were clammy, your words tumbling out like a mess of jumbled up alphabet soup, and the tiny class of sorcerers had laughed at your mishaps.
Then, not even twenty minutes later, some guy knocked into you, spilling your matcha all over your clean uniform. And, oh yeah—did I mention you had spent your last seven dollars on that matcha?
You grabbed your leather tote bag—buckles adorned with a Nana keychain, your purple jellyfish Sonny Angel peeking out for good luck—and rushed out of the classroom doors, heading across the open field back to the dorms.
Then, a strong hand and a voice too sweet to ignore stopped you in your tracks.
"Hey! Hey! You, uh, dropped thi—actually, I’m not sure what this is... A naked baby, it looks like? But it fell out of your bag."
Your entire body froze. Your heart pounded in your chest. You knew that voice.
Yuji Itadori. The sweetest, kindest boy ever. The boy you had a massive crush on. The boy who absolutely could not see you in the state you were in.
Panicking, you turned around, clutching your purse up to your face, burying yourself behind it in a weak attempt to hide your tear-streaked, mascara-smudged disaster of a face.
Yuji blinked, looking around the empty courtyard, then up at the clear blue sky, as if trying to understand what you were even hiding from.
"Hey, uh—"
"Ilooksgrossrightnowthatswhyimhidingmyface," you blurted out in one breath, voice muffled behind your bag.
Yuji just laughed—a full, lighthearted fit of laughter. "It's okay, but I think you’re always pretty."
Your grip on your purse loosened slightly, your face still half-hidden as you peeked at him through your lashes. "You do?"
He gave a sheepish nod. "Yeah." Then, after a beat, in a soft, hesitant voice, he asked, "Can I see your face? Um, uh—if that's okay with you or whatever."
He paused, then quickly added, "We can count to three if that helps?"
You swallowed hard and gave a tiny nod.
His hands hovered slightly before reaching out, hesitant but warm. "Can I, uh... help you with it?"
Your voice was barely above a whisper, but he seemed to hear it anyway. You nodded again.
His fingers wrapped gently around your wrists, steady and firm but not forceful. Then, with a soft countdown—"Three... two... one..."—he lowered your hands, revealing the mess that was your face.
Your beet-red cheeks. Your raccoon-like mascara stains.
Yuji’s eyes widened slightly as you hiccuped, trying desperately to suck in the snot threatening to form a bubble.
"My face is beet red, isn't it?"
He let out another laugh, this time softer. "Yeah... but so is mine."
You blinked, taking in his expression. The dusting of pink on the tips of his ears, the slight blush running up his nose, the way his eyes crinkled nervously.
You quickly began to rub at the smeared mascara around your eyes, flustered, when he hesitated—then took a tiny step closer.
"I can help?" he offered, voice quieter than before.
You nodded, unable to speak past your pounding heartbeat.
With delicate care, he lifted the sleeve of his uniform and gently wiped away the mess on your face.
Ever since that day, you and Yuji hung out more and more. He even introduced you to his friends, and you and Nobara quickly became best friends—though she heavily expressed her distaste for you dating Yuji, simply because “he’s gross, and you’re too good for him.”
Yuji was loud, outspoken, and seemingly everywhere at once, yet when he was alone with you, he was different. He was quieter—more hesitant.
Laying on your cramped twin bed, adorned with every single plushie he had ever won for you in the two months of dating, he looked so much softer. Your shabby dorm room at Jujutsu High was practically his at this point—he never left, always finding some excuse to be curled up next to you, legs tangled, warmth mingling between your bodies. Whether it was coming in late from a mission, all beat up so you sat him on your toilet to bandage his wounds because you knew he wouldn’t care enough to do it himself, or a simple, “I miss you.. and the way you smell.”
But despite this level of comfort and closeness, you were both still utterly awkward around each other. Even now, lying in bed with your pinkies barely ghosting the space between, desperate to touch but too afraid to bridge the gap. Sure, you’d wake up tangled together as Yuji hogged the covers, but that was always after exhaustion had taken over—when neither of you had the energy to be nervous. But this? This was different. You were both awake, wide awake, too aware of every movement the other made. The soft shuffle of his weight against the bed, the slight twitch of your fingers, the low whirring of the crappy fan in your room, the faint vibration of his unchecked phone.
Yuji only ever got notifications when they were important, and you both knew that. But he didn’t care. It was like nothing else existed outside this moment. Whoever needed him would have to stomp into this room and physically drag him away from the dim glow of your orange-pink lamp, from the scent of your perfume clinging to the sheets he was laying on.
When seconds felt like hours, you finally turned to Yuji to say something—anything to break the tension. But just your luck, he turned at the exact same time.
His brown eyes bore into yours like he could reach in and grab your very soul with gentle hands, rewriting your entire being if he chose. You both stared, studying every subtle movement, every shift in expression, until the weight of it became too much. Suddenly, you were both too aware of each other.
The weight of it had both of you snapping your heads away, blushes creeping up your necks.
Yuji was always an awkward mess when he was alone with you— from fidgeting with the hem of his red Jujutsu hoodie, to walking around your room picking up random objects and pretending to be interested, like a kid trying to play coy.
He’d constantly go to grab your hand, only to let it fall last minute. He was completely different from how he was around others.
And now, here you both were—blushing, internally panicking over each other—until, when you turned to face him again, he was already hovering over you, peering down as if you were a fish in a fishbowl. You sucked in a breath, eyes wide, and whatever confidence he had for that split second disappeared in an instant. Because now, seeing you up close, so close he could count every speckle of glitter from your makeup, he lost all nerve and buried his face straight into the crook of your neck.
Which only made things worse.
Your shampoo, your perfume—the warm, sugary scent of it all sent his mind reeling. It made him want to kiss you even more than he already did, which, at this point, felt nearly impossible. He had been waiting for the right time, telling himself over and over that it had to be perfect. But the truth was, he had been thinking about it for months—spacing out in class, staring at your lips, wondering if they tasted like strawberries from the gloss you always wore.
And now here he was, completely surrounded by your scent, his hands twitching with the urge to pull you closer.
Before you could think, your fingers moved on their own, shaking slightly as they inched toward his hair, aching to tangle in his soft pink strands. But just as you moved, Yuji suddenly lifted his head, mustering every ounce of courage before blurting out in one rushed breath:
“Ireallywannakissyoucani?”
Then, immediately after, he smacked his hands over his face.
You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, heart hammering in your chest as you whispered, “Yuu…”
Slowly, you reached for his wrists, gently prying his hands away from his face. His skin was warm under your touch, his fingers trembling ever so slightly. You didn’t have to say the rest—he already knew what you wanted.
He pulled his hands from yours, biting at his lip as he laced his fingers with yours instead, pinning your hand to the pillow above you. He shifted, slotting his leg over yours, his other hand lifting to cradle your cheek, thumb rubbing soothing circles against your skin.
Your eyes flickered over his face, watching every shift in his expression as he leaned closer, breath mingling with yours.
“You’re so pretty,” he murmured, voice low, almost reverent.
He leaned in, inch by inch, breath mingling with yours. But before closing the gap, he hesitated. “You sure this is okay?”
You didn’t answer—not with words. Instead, you curled your fingers into the nape of his neck, tugging him forward, crashing your lips against his.
And it was everything.
The kind of kiss that made you slam your door shut before sliding down it in a fit of giggles.
His lips were warm and soft, tasting faintly of brown sugar. It sent your stomach swirling, the kind of feeling that made your chest ache in the best way possible.
When he pulled back slightly, a thin trail of saliva still connected you, his pink cheeks flushed, eyes lidded, like he needed to look at you just to make sure this was real.
Then, with newfound confidence, he kissed you again.
This time, when his tongue slid past your lips—hesitant, waiting for permission—you let him in without a second thought. The sensation sent a shiver up your spine, and a soft, involuntary moan escaped you. That sound alone had Yuji’s other hand moving from your face to your waist to grip your body closer to his.
Kissing Yuji was like ladybugs dancing on your skin. Like the jingle of the ice cream truck on a summer afternoon. Like the mist from a sprinkler lapping at your feet on a hot summer day as a child when your only care was scoring the best popsicle flavour. Like the first sip of hot chocolate when it grazes your tongue and cocoons your body in warmth, as you come in from the bitter sting of the cold. It was like being wrapped in blankets cozied up with a book. The only sound echoing is the pitter of the rain on the window.
It was everything good, everything sweet, like the taste of cotton candy melting on your tongue.
p.s i based the title on bea's lyric from glue song "don't forget to kiss me, or else you'll have to miss me"
The only thing that would heal me is moments like these with my s/o
✦ 𝓢HIFTING EXER𝓢CI𝓢E . . . ౨ৎ
i give you a category, you relate that word to your dr in any way you please. wherever that be the concept of your dr, things you own, a memory, or people.
── .✦ ──
⟡ music . . .
⟡ adrenaline . . .
⟡ colour . . .
⟡ love . . .
⟡ happiness . . .
⟡ touch . . .
⟡ mess . . .
⟡ items . . .
⟡ sentimentalism . . .
⟡ art . . .
⟡ adventure . . .
⟡ quiet . . .
⟡ home . . .
i hope this made sense!!! please tell me so i can explain in some better way . . . . . . . . . like for adrenaline you could talk about a memory, someone who makes you feel that way, a dr which induces that emotion... get creative, yk. yeah idk. UUHHH
i shifted
it’s so weird to be writing a blog about the fact that i’ve shifted, i’m so happy and honestly still in shock. it’s so real and so strange to see myself through a new body, a new room, a new lifestyle, and to have all the memories as if it’s always been my reality (I know this reality has always existed and it’s just a shift in consciousness, but you see what I mean?)
i shifted during the night of april 5 to 6, 2025. i was just so tired of this reality—just the thought of spending another day here was making me "angry". personally, i don’t use any method, no subliminals (except sometimes), i don’t visualize super well, i can’t focus 100% on anything. all i have is the deep desire to shift and fully dive into that reality.
i looked at my pinterest boards, quickly went over my script, watched a few videos related to my dr, then closed my eyes. i put on songs that brought me closer to my dr, i thought about what i was going to do once i got there, what I’ve already done, i imagined the next day—what my day would be like (i didn’t script where or when i’d arrive in my dr), there are some dishes i can’t wait to try — i was already imagining myself ordering them and eating so much of them.
i was just there, daydreaming about this reality
i repeating affirmations to myself a few time: i am aware of my desired reality and i am in my desired reality.
then suddenly, i felt like i wasn’t in my room anymore, and when i opened my eyes, i discovered my new room. I didn’t feel anything, see white flashes, hear voices, or anything like what I’ve read here. I was just there.
i touched my hair, looked all around me—guys, it’s so real. it’s not a lucid dream, i even did the five fingers test + pinches.
how real is it? you see the way you’re lying on your bed and you feel the sheets all along your body, sitting on your chair, you feel the texture of the seat, and you’re looking at the room you’re in — you see that 3d, that vividness, the details — it’s like that. there’s absolutely nothing dreamlike about it, and it’s incredible how real it is.
i’m not planning to stay long here (I plan to shift now tbh.), and most importantly, i’m a permashifter now. but please, guys, don’t give up! you deserve to live your dream life, i shifted so you can.
What would your advice be to someone who doesn't believe in their shifting abilities because, for years, they haven't had successful shifts except "mini" shifts ?
mini shifts are shifts. i don’t care if you only got the smell of your dr shampoo once in 2021. that was you shifting. that was the curtain twitching. you’re already cracking the simulation like a glowstick, and now you’re mad it’s not a firework??? shifting is not a power you unlock like a double-jump. it’s not a reward for being morally pure or journaling hard enough. it’s physics. it’s dumb little wormhole geometry. you already know how, your body does. your mind is just slow on the uptake.
if you’re not seeing results, it’s not because you’re broken. it’s because you’ve been tricked into measuring a thunderstorm with a plastic spoon. stop standing at the door with binoculars and start living like you already did it. i know this is annoying to hear but once you realise that shifting is embarrassingly simple....that's when you can start jumping into a pool of dollar bills. it’s just our poor human brain that insists on making it into calculus.