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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

˖˙ 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

it’s so awkward seeing ppl thirst over a character who’s related to you/your parent in your dr

THIS WILL ALWAYS BE MY FAVOURITE LOA SUCCESS STORY

divider creds:

✦ 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

BEATLE GIRL DR INTRO... DONNIE STARKEY PRETTY LITTLE BABY I'M SO IN LOVE WITH YOU

— DONYALE 'DONNIE' JONES STARKEY, 24 (b. november 24, 1940) is an african-american photojournalist and inspirational speaker. she is mostly known for her strong romance with Beatle drummer, RINGO STARR, as well as her decorative career in photojournalism with well known photos of various acts such as THE RONETTES, BOB DYLAN and more.

SIGNIFICANT OTHER RICHARD STARKEY YOU SEE THIS GUY? THIS GUY'S IN LOVE WITH YOU

— RICHARD 'RICH' STARKEY, 24 (b. july 7, 1940), professionally known as RINGO STARR is an english musician, songwriter and actor whom is the drummer of band, THE BEATLES. he and DONNIE met during his time with RORY AND THE HURRICANES in late 1960, entering about a six month courtship between the two before beginning to date in 1961. they later quickly married since before his joining of THE BEATLES since 1962. tropes. he fell first, she fell harder. happily married. soulmates

tag. @faeriemarie @moonyskarma @goshiftgrrrl aka the ones who directly or indirectly kept reminding me to make this! mwah

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"

this would be an amazing way to write affirmations for a shifting subliminal

ᴀɴᴀʟʏᴢᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀꜰꜰɪʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ!

✧ I was literally in the biggest slump yesterday it's not even funny but i'm feeling a lot better now! 🥹 I just. wanted to shift. SO BAD. SPEAKING OF WHICH!

✧ idk if anyone has thought of this before, but I made up this exercise(?) or whatever (i'm not sure what to call it HELP) during math class bc I was bored and I wanted to do smth in regards to my shifting journey.

✧ I like to write in a shifting journal everyday, so this time I was like "I don't know if I should keep using affirmations." but I was also like WELL I DO wanna use them for revision... so I thought of the idea to ANALYZE MY AFFIRMATIONS! because tbh, I have this limiting belief that my affirmations won't necessarily mean the same to my subconscious (even though they will if you believe it!) which is why I initially wanted to avoid them altogether.

✧ so basically what I did first was write down the affirmation I was using. for me, I have been trying to use imagination to shift for the past week, so i've been using the affirmation: "I shift instantly through imagination."

✧ THEN, I defined each word of that affirmation. for example:

I = Me, my consciousness, and my inner self.

Shift = The shift of my awareness into a reality.

Instantly = Within seconds with zero resistance.

Through = Using something.

Imagination = Thinking of something using your senses without pressure, with the idea that what is being thought of is real. (Or the 4D/true reality but I don't like the 3D/4D terms for me.)

✧ I tried to define them myself with how I felt about each word. I feel like going by how you actually think of each word really helps because it can pinpoint how that affirmation will work for you!

✧ the last thing I did was combine each definition!

My consciousness shifts its awareness into a new reality within seconds with zero resistance by thinking of a reality with the idea that it's real.

✧ I TRIED WORDING IT BETTER BUT HOPEFULLY YOU GET THE POINT

✧ basically it's like creating a bigger affirmation for your affirmation! obviously you don't have to use the longer version HAHAH i just thought it would help if people could actually SEE what they're affirming and what it means to them!

✧ you could use this with negative thoughts, too! "i can't shift" = "my consciousness is unable to shift it's awareness to another reality" etc. etc.

✧ LIKE, IT'S NOT THAT INTRICATE, BUT IT FEELS LIKE IT HELPED ME A LOTTT! I feel like it can also help people make up their own affirmations! :D but even then, words are just words and they can mean whatever you want them to, like I could literally say shoelaces and it could mean I shift on command HELPP but this is for people like me that enjoy using affirmations that say what's wanted!

✧ I REALLY HOPE THIS HELPS!! NOW GO AFFIRM AND SHIFT!

- ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ɴᴏɪᴀ

TASTES LIKE CINNAMON

౨ৎ tastes like cinnamon is a list of songs ( inspired by @astrstqr ) that could be scripted as being written about you in the vast multiverse. ﹙ focus on romantic relationships ﹚

HEAD OVER HEELS you know you're the muse. you better know. i'm telling you. you're the muse. the only one.

📻 skin, mac miller. 🧦 forrest gump, frank ocean. ☕️ cool about it, boygenius. 📻 girl with the tattoo enter.lewd, miguel. 🧦 just the way you are, bruno mars. ☕️ iris, the goo goo dolls.

HELD CAPTIVE IN THE MEMORY while you're out moving on, they can't seem to get you out of their daydreams. oh, how heartbreaking.

📻 ros, mac miller. 🧦 awkward, sza. ☕️ do i wanna know, hozier. 📻 waiting room, phoebe bridgers. 🧦 the man who can't be moved, the script. ☕️ she's mine pt. 1, j. cole.

OH, WHAT DID YOU DO? well... not everyone can be the good guy in a break up. guess it'll have to be you this time.

📻 be my angel, mazzy star. 🧦 the gold, phoebe bridgers & manchester orchestra. ☕️ needed, brent faiyaz. 📻 no scrubs, tlc. 🧦 vampire empire, big thief. ☕️ all for me, mariah the scientist.

TOXIC LIKE BRITNEY please, for the sake of everyone around you, leave them. or don't. i'll still be here when it erupts.

📻 my collection, future. 🧦 just let me love you, arianna grande & lil wayne. ☕️ purple hearts, kendrick lamar & summer walker. 📻 one night only, sonder. 🧦 could've been, h.e.r. & bryson tiller. ☕️ self control, frank ocean. 📻 dilemma, kelly rowland & nelly.

SLIP ME A NOTE ◞ i know hozier is not writer of do i wanna know, but his version is too beautiful to not include. ◞ there might be more versions of this in the future if you guys like this concept. ( if you have suggestions you can attack my asks )

© LAYLASVERSE ◞ someone in this home ( yes, my blog is just one big victorian home ) might love mac miller & frank ocean idk tho

how to shift like it’s second nature

shifting is not an escape plan. you are not tunneling out of your reality with a plastic spoon. you are not bargaining with the universe for permission to exist elsewhere. shifting is natural. instinctive. something you were built to do.

𓂃🖊 stop making it complicated. you did not have to read a 300-page manual on how to dream as a child. you did not have to ‘earn’ the ability to imagine. shifting is just as simple. your mind already knows how to take you where you want to go. let it.

𓂃🖊 stop thinking of your current reality as a cage. there are no walls. no locks. no force keeping you in place except the belief that you are stuck. shifting is not about ‘breaking out.’ it’s about stepping through. like opening a book. like turning your head. that easy.

𓂃🖊 let go of ‘waiting.’ there is nothing to wait for. no perfect moment. no ideal circumstances. no checklist to complete before you can shift. if you act like it’s in the future, it will stay in the future. decide that it is now. and it will be.

𓂃🖊 stop overthinking. You don’t stand over your garden all day, waiting for the flowers to bloom. You plant the seeds, water them, and trust that they’ll grow at their own pace. Shifting works the same way—once you’ve set your intention, it’s already on its way. trust that it is happening without hovering over it like an anxious supervisor.

𓂃🖊 the universe is not testing you. you are not jumping through hoops to prove yourself worthy of another reality. you are not being graded on technique. shifting is not about effort. it is about surrender. drop the struggle. release the overthinking. allow it to be easy.

𓂃🖊 start trusting yourself. stop second-guessing. the second you declare that shifting is easy, that you are good at it, that you have already done it—you are. shifting does not reward struggle. it rewards certainty. decide you can, and you will.

𓂃🖊 shifting does not require ‘proof.’ you don’t need to feel tingles. you don’t need to float. you don’t need a neon sign from the universe confirming that it’s working. shifting happens in the quiet, in the effortless, in the assumption that it already has.

𓂃🖊 be the person who shifts effortlessly. the one who doesn’t doubt, doesn’t obsess, doesn’t wait. the one who moves through realities as easily as breathing.

so take a breath. let go. and go where you want to be.