Chaelisa ♡ྀི

“you should appreciate this reality more, it might help!”

me: *takes a good hard look at this reality* uhm… no <3

why appreciate the reality where people’s rights are being taken away when i can be in a reality where things like homophobia, racism, ableism, etc. don’t exist? 🤨

After shifting to a DR, how do memories within that reality feel or recall to the awareness?

🌊 Based on my experience

In your DR, you’ll remember your CR as a whole, and how it feels will depend on how different your DR and CR are, whether you used a method or LOA and whether it’s your first time shifting or if you’re more experienced.

First, if you’re in your DR, you’ll always remember your CR as a whole. You’ll recall a few details, but not much more than that.

🐚 If your DR is very different from your CR

Remembering your CR might feel strange (especially if you used a method, where you’d expect to be "teleported," while with LOA, the shift happens unexpectedly). In any case, as soon as you’re in your DR, recalling your CR will feel odd. Since you’re not teleporting your body but your consciousness:

In your DR body, feelings will seem normal. You won’t feel out of place—just as if you’ve always been in your DR. However, mentally, you’ll be fully aware of a divide between two very different realities. Sometimes, it might feel like your CR was just a dream, but you’ll realize it was too detailed and long for that.

Right after the "teleportation," if you don’t experience symptoms, you won’t immediately notice anything unusual. Seeing your DR room will seem completely normal. But after a few seconds or minutes, you’ll realize that just moments ago, you weren’t there.

During the first moments in your DR, your mind will still hold onto memories from your CR. Again, this will feel normal, and you won’t specially be surprised. However, some memories from your DR will be present as soon as you arrive, while others will gradually replace or integrate into your mind as you remain in your DR.

The more you progress through the day, interact with people, visit places, and "participate" in your DR—because yes, you could also stay locked in your DR room without interacting with anyone—the more your DR will become familiar. Sometimes, you’ll meet someone in your DR without "recognizing" them at first, but as soon as they speak to you, the memories of them will settle in.

If you have a script or shift into a DR you’ve prepared, like a fictional one, then obviously, you’ll recognize everything. But if you haven’t prepared anything specific, it’ll feel more like I described above.

Gradually, your CR memories will fade in your mind and become less detailed, though you’ll still remember them. Meanwhile, your DR memories will take over. Don’t worry, it doesn’t take long, and it really depends on how much time you spend in your DR, interacting with people, leaving your room, etc.

If you’ve done a mini-shift before, you’ll remember your CR and DR in the same way.

Then, when you return to your CR, you’ll recall your DR like a global memory, and since you already know your CR, you’ll retrieve your memories more quickly. Whether you’re in your DR or returning to your CR, you’ll need time to get your thoughts in order.

🐚 If you shift into a similar reality

Whether you use a method or LOA, you might either realize immediately that you’ve shifted, or discover it later—it depends on how obvious the changes are.

In that case, you’ll just have this feeling that "before," things weren’t like this or that "some time ago," things were different, with a strong sense of certainty.

🐚For master reality shifters

If you shift multiple times between different realities in a short span of time, you might feel a bit disoriented or experience depersonalization/derealization. But again, this will pass if you immerse yourself in the reality you’re in.

Finally, if you’ve been shifting for several years, realities will just feel like "places" you’ve been to. Even if you change families, appearances, etc. in your DR, it won’t really matter—you’ll view your DRs as if they were just travels to another country. The word "reality" will seem less significant, and for you, it’ll be just another place that adds to your memories.

VOILA!

Once again, this is just based on my own experience.

also the time period of this dr is technically the 1950/1960s but like. in a chilling adventures of sabrina and riverdale sort of way. it is retro and modern. there is modern clothing & fashion trends, etc. idk i have a very specific style set in my for myself in this reality and it is definitely not 60s so. yeah

A     TRIPTYCH     FOR

THE DEATH OF PRIDE

 𓊈 𓇖 𓊉

             I. The fall of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Ward

It is the year 1950 and the 26th of July when perhaps the leading family of British wizarding aristocracy—certainly the most elite, the most feared, the most traditional—falls apart because of infighting. The thing about these noble families is that they don’t always get along, isn’t it? Well, the Ward’s infamously never got along. They were quite the dynasty, the first children of the first children always having three to four children per generation, which meant cousins uncles aunts that sometimes never even met. They were not closely knit, like you would see the Malfoy’s, or the Black’s, or the Gaunt’s being. Despite this, they were all known for their pride, their almost obsessive passions, their fickle temper, their dramatics, and their powerful magic—but never known for having similar ideals of politics. It was both their differences and their similarities that caused their end.

On the fifth birthday of the heir, the Ward’s—for the first time in two centuries—were all in the same place, at the same time. The ancestral seat of the Ward’s (which was dubbed “Fools March” after an incident an heir of House Ward had with Merlin) had welcomed the weight of the family’s magics and their horrid attitudes gracefully, and was repaid in Ward fashion. It took a simple, misplaced comment from a cousin to the third uncle of the heir for the family to put on their metaphorical suit and armor—choose which side to take and ready their shields and swords (presumably all metaphorical) to fight. Imagine a baroque battle scene painting. Now imagine enraged and crazed wizards and witches instead of knights and stallions, imagine their swords and spears as wands and flashes of green red white blue magic. Imagine burnt tapestries and carpets and drapes. Imagine broken vases and broken stained glass, burnt wooden floors, and caved down ceilings around them.

What happens when a family filled to the brim with magical prowess and uncontrollable force turn on each other? Well, they turn their ancestral seat into ruins, and themselves into corpses.

             II. The raising of Judith Ward

She is not proud of her surname, Judith. Her mother told her she shouldn’t be, so she isn’t. She is a flower birthed by Fool’s March’s soil, the roots of her name in the first first-child of the first Lord Ward. She was planted on foreign soul at the age of five, by the shaky hands of a young mother that was left family-less, determined to make her child better than all of them. So, Judith Ward isn’t proud of her family. She does not enjoy displays of richness and she does not enjoy her mothers tired eyes. She does not enjoy the thought of her destructive family. She is not proud of her bursts of magic, and she is not proud of the way she looks, because her mother gets that sad look when she says ‘you have your grandfathers face’.

Her mother, beautiful like lilies, withered when her home soil got covered by ash and grime. Judith Ward works hard to make her mother proud. She studies well and does well in school. She has muggle friends, and she goes to the cinema to watch muggle movies. She tells her of the funny future-visions she has, to hear a burst of laughter. She finds little trinkets to fill their little London home with. She doesn’t throw tantrums when she doesn’t get what she wants, because she is not proud, and she refuses to be spoiled. She reads books she likes and talks to her mother about them. She pets stray cats and stays away from stray dogs, as her mother is scared of them. She reads the articles her mother writes on the newspaper, even though some words are too long to understand.

Judith Ward is not proud of her surname, because her family was bad. Judy is proud of her little family, her and her mother, because they are good people. She will grow petals and bloom under the careful and gentle watch of her mother.

             III. (Who will you see in her eyes?)

You will see the budding historian Judith Ward, who intends to keep all her findings, analysis, commentary to herself, thank you very much. It is not a matter of pride━her curiosity has driven her to dabble in the dangerous art of time travel, and she simply wishes to not be sentenced to a Dementor’s Kiss before her first kiss.

You will see a passionate (obsessed) daughter, fascinated by ancient civilizations, obscure historical events, and the concept of time passing. Not fascinated by the future, because she sees it. You will see that she finds joy in little things, and that she could find a little bit of soul and have something sentimental to say about many things. You will see that she has bloomed into a beautiful lily, like her mother. You will see that the once-foreign soil she inhabited, she has turned into a garden. You will see that she has strong magic and a stronger heart and a lot of love. You will see that she is kind, that she is not prideful.

 𓊈 𓅪 ╱ 𓇖 𓊉

 𓊈 𓉳 𓊉

i guess this is my introduction for my second hogwarts dr???? there isn't much about me here but this is like. the vibes. the aura. the atmosphere. heir of a fallen house, slytherin, seer, historian, time-traveler, incredibly sentimental. i am weirdly alia atreides-coded in this dr. from dune: messiah . a bit of “vinsmoke” sanji and nico robin sprinkled in. from one piece . idk its really not as dramatic as i made it sound here i just tapped into my 2021-wattpad-ocxcharacter-fanfic-era energy whilst writing.

more may come about this dr. or maybe not! depends completely on my mood! hope you enjoyed reading!!!

little shifting motivation if you will but as long as you keep persisting the physical shift can literally happen at any second

you could be shitting then bam youre in the middle of a fucking zombie apocalypse...

jealous of the version of me currently sleeping on his bare chest .

real wheel to wheel racing.

　you'll love me at once , the way you did once upon a dream 　　　　　an ask game inspired from @miaojune ౨ৎ ‧ ₊ ⊹ reblog for asks

🪄 . . .  the three good fairies : if you could be granted three things in your dr, gifts, powers, blessings, what would t hey be? what do you most want to take with you?

💌 . . .  true love’s kiss : what’s the kind of love that exists in your dr? romantic or otherwise. is it tender? unhinged? slow like honey or fast like teeth?

📜  . . . the spindle's prophecy : what’s written in the margins of your dr script? little details you never tell anyone but always include? symbols, colours, names, the way the light hits the window at 4pm?

🧹 . . .  the forest cottage : what’s your hideaway? where do you go in your dr when you need to disappear? what’s in that room no one else sees?

🎀 . . .  the dress that changes colours : blue or pink? chaos or calm? what aesthetic contradiction lives inside you? what version of you is at war with the other?

🛏️ . . . one hundred years of sleep : what’s something you're willing to wait for, even if it takes lifetimes? what’s your most ancient desire?

🐍 . . .  the green flames : what’s dangerous in your dr but too beautiful to resist? what do you touch even though you know you shouldn’t?

♣️ . . .  the moment before the spindle : what’s your favourite stillness in your dr? the inhale before the gasp, the step before the fall?

🧁 . . .  the crooked birthday cake : what's imperfect in your dr, but still precious? what detail's a little wrong, a little lopsided, and that's exactly why it matters?

🪁 . . . merryweather’s wish : what’s one wish that rewrites something dark in your dr? a last-minute change to a prophecy, a loophole, a secret softening?

🐦‍⬛ . . .  maleficent’s raven : do you have a pet? a familiar? a pair of eyes in the dark?

🕯️  . . . the cursed spindle : what object in your dr is the most dangerous but the most irresistible? what’s your version of “don’t touch that”?

🪶 . . . the owl with the hat and the coat : is there a moment in your dr that’s a little silly, a little theatrical, totally yours?

🩰 . . .  the woodland waltz : what song always plays in the background of your dr, even if it’s just in your head? what’s your forest soundtrack?

🌙  . . . the sleep dust : what’s something in your dr that puts you at peace instantly? a person? a smell? a phrase? something narcotic and gentle.

🥀 . . .  the thorns : what’s a detail in your dr that keeps others out? protective, defensive, painful. but necessary.

shiftblr makes me mad as shit because some of you are the most talented writers i’ve ever seen and then my script is like five bullet points and a pinterest board

acceptance it is not going to hurt.

there are no quests. no moral choices. no divine prophecies. your worthiness is not questioned by your suffering . . . yet, you are still trapped. you are in your own cage.

why are you treating shifting like a quest? as if you are the hero in this greek myth, encountering gods and magical objects, evolving and understanding the world by completing a task who looked bigger than you. and your reward? is going back home.

but, it can be easy. and you are not used to this.

it looks like enemy territory. when people around you seemed to have it simple and you had to put twice of their effort to even accomplish something. it feels like everything you did in life is not worthy; simple tasks required hours of your time, and something as . . . whimsical as shifting, is simple? you are holding on your past experiences because that’s all you know. at the end you still accomplished those tasks, so with shifting is going to be the same.

but what if it’s the holding that it’s hurting you? accepting to let go is not a cruel joke. the cruelty is staying in a situation that is not helping you . . . and everything you accomplished in your life is not going to disappear because you acknowledged that something can be easy. acceptance doesn’t ask you to forget. it’s healing your suffering. it wants to make you understand that your cage is not everything that exists in the world.

accept it. the cage is open. you can walk away.

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