holly ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა

sugar, spice 'n everything nice ♡(˃͈ ˂͈ )

[centerofthehollyverse]

࣪ ִֶָ☾. a 𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒍 into my 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 . ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

✦. ─ holly's dr's . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. all about holly ─. ✦

a blog about shifting, desired realities, and my not-so fictional lovers. come along with me through my journey of trying to shift! enjoy watching me go insane over this :p

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© centerofthehollyverse , est. 08/05/2025 (dividers by @/zaddizu)

[moonsdrs]

pov: you follow my social media in my mb72wag dr

credit to @/jjeoneath on tiktok for the template!

[reverie-lovette]

Things To Script For Book Lovers 📚₊˚⊹♡

(Very self-indulgent but I tried to make it inclusive for all types of readers 🥰)

⋆𖦹.˚ There's a book app/journal that automatically keeps up with all the books you've read, even the ones you've read in other realities.

⋆𖦹.˚ All the stories you love adapt themselves to fit the universe you're living in (ex. Legally Blonde but you're in the medieval ages)

⋆𖦹.˚ There are visual encyclopedias and books centered sorely on lore of fictional worlds, for shifting purposes. ;)

⋆𖦹.˚ Non-fiction books never lie or twist the truth, and biographies are accurate to the person's pov even if it wasn't written by them.

⋆𖦹.˚ Your favorite voice actors do audiobooks.

⋆𖦹.˚ When you read a book, ambient sounds or soundtracks sound inside your head that fit the scene you're reading.

⋆𖦹.˚ Movie/show adaptations are created by people who love the source material, actors that look exactly like you imagined the characters to look like are casted and they never skip or change your favorite story parts.

⋆𖦹.˚ Pinterest always captions what book the fanart is from (as well as crediting the artist of course).

⋆𖦹.˚ When reading a translated work you can intuitively understand what the original author was trying to say, even when the original word/phrase is untranslatable.

⋆𖦹.˚ There's a library/bookstore within short walking distance from your home that always has available the books you're looking for, no matter how obscure or sought after they are.

⋆𖦹.˚ In said library/bookstore there's a very friendly employee with a similar taste to yours that is very happy to give you recommendations if you ask for them.

⋆𖦹.˚ Immune to having books damaged or ruined.

⋆𖦹.˚ Immune to having reading slumps.

⋆𖦹.˚ No book banning, book burning or censorship.

⋆𖦹.˚ Generative AI doesn't exist and will never be used.

⋆𖦹.˚ Problematic authors (bigots, rapists, plagiarists, etc.) never make it far in the world of literature, you're also immune to accidentally giving them money.

⋆𖦹.˚ AO3 exists in every universe, if websites haven't been invented yet they come in the form of fanzines.

⋆𖦹.˚ People never shame you or insult you for the books you read, if they don't like them they just mind their business.

⋆𖦹.˚ Your S/O is willing to read your favorite books unprompted regardless of personal taste or reading level, because they love you and want to know you better.

⋆𖦹.˚

[blvdnites]

things to script for your dr ⋆.𐙚˚

you can shop whenever you want, and stores always carry your exact size

clothes fit your body PERFECTLY, i mean... literally like you got them tailored to your body

shoes ALWAYS fit you, even if they're a size off

shoes never hurt your feet (specifically for those model dr queens who wear Louboutin, i see you!)

tarot readings are always clear in your mind and you immediately understand them/what they're about

you can travel the world whenever you want and visas never take more than 24hrs to be approved

you're always safe wherever you go, no one harasses or stalks you

you never get sick from food, even if it's undercooked or something is very wrong with it

you go to any concerts you want & always get barricade or stage access

you get pr from brands & your fav companies send you gifts because you're just THAT person

you always have access to fast passes & food passes at any amusement parks you go to

you look good literally all of the time, even if you put no effort into your appearance.

you NEVER get turned away from a club

[cloverapple]

How to shift in seconds (no bs version)

The short version of this post in case the length gave you an aneurysm.

1) Get comfortable in bed at night (or don't, lay on the floor, stand up like a horse, sleep in the cupboard under the stairs like Harry Pottah I don't care).

2) Become pure awareness. Drop thoughts, drop your “body,” drop the environment. You are only your awareness. Focus only on your awareness. All else is ✨ illusion✨

3) Decide you’re in your DR right now.

3) Now that you’re in your DR (because you said so?? Tf) observe your awareness in your DR. No visuals, no forcing. Just “oh look, I’m observing the fact that I have an awareness in my DR. Right now.”

Ye olde “pretend you’re already in your DR”

4) Let your brain glitch out: “Wait, if I’m aware of my DR, and I’m aware of it from the vantage point of it being around me right now...doesn’t that mean I’m in my DR?”

5) Exactly. Let it sink in, and hold it. That’s it.

• Because you can’t observe something and not see it. You can’t intend to shift and not shift. The vantage point you observe from is your location. So if you’re observing your awareness in your DR, you’re there. It’s not pretend. It’s just how it works.

• Why would you still be in your CR if you’re observing your DR? Better yet—why would you still be in your CR if you decided to be in your DR, and you’re aware of it from the vantage point of the person who’s already there?? It literally makes no sense. Let your mind freak out. Let the reality crack. Then keep standing there.

You shifted. Don’t overthink it.

Edit: please stop asking me to elaborate. This post was made as a parody of the main post linked above ;-; go read it

[cloverapple]

There’s no difference between being aware OF your desired reality and being aware IN your desired reality

When I say: “become aware of your DR,” what happens? Instantly, you think about it. You picture your DR world, your friends, your significant other, the places you’ll go, your DR self, your desires, your entire life there. It’s automatic.

But the moment I say: “become aware in your DR,” your brain glitches. It panics. It starts grasping at straws: “Wait, I can’t be aware in my DR. I’m not there. I’m here in my CR.”

Okay, let’s flip it. If I say: “become aware of your CR,” what happens? Instantly, you’re aware of your current reality. You look around, you notice the room, the air, your body, your thoughts, your desires, your beliefs, everything.

Now if I say: “become aware in your CR,” what do you do? You shrug, “Well, duh, I’m here.” You look around, you observe your awareness in your current reality, and it’s obvious.

But that’s the trick: there’s no difference between “aware of” and “aware in” when it comes to your CR, right?

I say: “become aware of your CR”—you look, you’re aware of everything. I say, “become aware in your CR,” same thing. You’re aware of everything, from within.

Now watch how your logic crumbles:

I say: “become aware of your DR,” and you instantly observe it; your DR house, city, life, desires. I say, “become aware in your DR,” and suddenly you freeze, thinking there’s a separation when there isn’t.

There’s no difference. If you can be aware of it, you can be aware in it, because vantage point = location. Your brain only freaks out because it’s clinging to the illusion of separation. Let it go, and watch how naturally your vantage point clicks into your DR.

Why is this true? Because of who you are. Or rather, what you are.

If you shove your thumbs in your ears and cover your eyes with your palms, the world goes dark and silent. You can’t hear. You can’t see. Sure, you might still feel the chair under you, your feet against the floor, but… can you really? You can’t see your feet. You can’t hear the room. All that’s left is your awareness.

Even if you lie down with a blindfold, drowning yourself in white noise, how can you know you’re still here? What makes you so certain you’re in this reality at all? What if it's an illusion? Strip away vision, sound, touch, taste, scent—what remains? Awareness.

But can you get rid of that? Can you escape it the way you can shut your eyes or plug your ears? Try it. Right now. Try to get away from your awareness.

You can’t. It’s the only thing that never leaves you, never changes, never flickers out when the lights go off. You may be unconscious while asleep, but you’re still aware in dreams and liminal states.

Your awareness is the last frontier, the only constant, the unmovable observer behind every single illusion you take for “reality.” You can play with illusions, poke them, dance with them, but you will never, ever outrun your own awareness. That’s why it’s your power. That’s why shifting is inevitable. Because awareness goes where you observe, and where you observe, you are.

You can trick yourself into thinking you are your reality. That you’re your thoughts, your sight, your hearing, the way your skin feels against the air. But take all of that away. Silence the sounds. Close your eyes. Still your body. Strip it all down until there’s nothing left to sense, nothing left to grab onto.

Now what are you? Who are you? All that’s left is awareness.

You are not your thoughts. Not your sensations. Not the room around you. You are what sees the thoughts, what notices the sensations, what observes the room. That’s all you’ve ever been. That’s all you’ll ever be. The unkillable, unmovable, untouchable observer that remains when every illusion of reality is peeled away.

Your beliefs, your religion, your views—Law of Assumption, non-duality, Neville, philosophy, anything. What’s observing them? Even the idea that there’s a “you” who observes them, that there’s an ego, a thinker, a personality—what’s aware of that?

Awareness.

Awareness is the constant through every concept of existence you can possibly imagine. It is present in every state, every identity, every ideology. It’s the constant in the ever-twisting kaleidoscope of everything else you think you are and all you will ever be.

If you believe in other universes, how will you live them, move in them, know you’re there? Awareness.

If you think about other dimensions, alien physics, or realities we can’t yet imagine—what is it that would let you experience any of that? Awareness.

What could tell you something is real, if not the fact that you are aware of it? Strip it all down, and what are you, if not only awareness?

Nothing else remains, and nothing else can be proven to remain. You can lose your thoughts, your sight, your sense of touch, your sense of who you are. You can lose your mind. But you can’t lose awareness. It’s the one thing you can never get away from.

Which begs the question: If awareness is the only thing you can never lose, the only thing you cannot disprove, then what does that make everything else? What is everything else, if not illusion? 

And most importantly: what are your abilities as awareness?

Awareness is the only thing you can control completely. I say: “Become aware of your phone,” and boom, your mind flicks to your phone. Even if your phone isn’t in the room, you still know where it is. You feel the concept of it.

I say: “Become aware of your bed,” and your awareness drifts there, no questions asked. “Become aware of your heartbeat,” and suddenly you notice it hammering away, even though you weren’t aware of it a second ago.

But the moment I say: “Become aware of your DR,” you start crashing out, spiraling, choking on the idea that you “can’t see it.”

But let’s break your brain again. When I told you to become aware of your phone, you didn’t need to physically see it. You knew it existed, you knew it was yours, you knew you could call on its presence internally, even if it wasn’t in your hand.

 When I tell you to become aware of your lungs, you can’t see them, but you know they’re there, working for you, right now. So why is your DR any different? 

Awareness does not require proof. Awareness is the proof. If you can become aware of your DR, even if you “can’t see it,” it doesn’t matter. You just became aware of it. Which means you have it.

Just like it’s impossible to intend to do something without that action producing its outcome—it’s impossible to observe something and not see it. Observation is seeing.

The only reason you believe you’re not in your DR is because you worship your senses as gods, forgetting that your senses themselves exist inside your awareness. Awareness is the canvas; senses are just brushstrokes.

You’re stuck because you think “awareness” means “I can physically see, touch, hear it.” No. Awareness means you know it’s there, because you decided to observe it. You don’t “see” your liver, but you know it’s yours. You don’t “see” your thoughts, but you know they’re there. You don’t “see” the air, but you breathe it.

So let’s take this further:  Your DR is exactly like your phone across the room. If I say, “Become aware of your DR,” you can do it, because you know it’s there. The glitch comes when you realize:

If you are aware of your DR, you are aware in your DR.

The only thing stopping you from experiencing your DR fully is the illusion that “proof” needs to come first, when in reality, awareness is the engine that generates experience.

Remember: the proof is not the outcome, it is the intention (action) to have that outcome.

It’s something you can never escape, in my opinion. The law that action produces outcome.

Every action you take produces an outcome. Always. Even if you were in a universe where action didn’t produce outcomes, the outcome of your action would simply be that it had no outcome—

which is still an outcome.

There’s no loophole here. So what does this mean? What you are aware of as awareness produces. What you observe, is. Assumptions, attraction, Law of Assumption, Law of Attraction, every system and model of manifestation—these are all just different methods of observing.

Because when you observe something, you are taking the action of observation— and that action must have an outcome. And that outcome is: What you observe, becomes.

You’ll come across methods, laws, rules, recycled views, repackaged pathways, endless “new techniques” in your shifting journey— all of them wanting the same thing: to live in another reality, to be aware in another reality. But pause. Look deeper.

Even if you believe in infinite universes and timelines, or that everything is consciousness, there’s a constant: awareness. What lets you observe, what lets you experience life in another universe if you’re a multiverse believer? Awareness.

What lets you experience life itself if you believe all is consciousness? Awareness. So why are you trying so hard to “become aware” in another reality when awareness is always constant, always present, always here?

All sensations you crave—sight, touch, taste, sound—exist inside your awareness. They do not exist outside of it. Why are you trying to get it so desperately by repeating “I am aware in my DR,” when the fact you are aware is already enough? The only thing telling you you’re not there, that you haven’t shifted, that it’s not working—is illusion.

But illusion cannot hold you hostage. Illusion is malleable. And the instant you become aware of the illusion, recognize it as illusion, the illusion dissipates. It has no power over awareness. It never did. And it never will.

“Aware of” = “Aware in” because the field you are aware of is the field you are in.

If you’re aware of your CR, your awareness is observing CR. Where is your awareness located if it’s observing CR? Inside CR. To be aware of a system is to operate within that system’s parameters. If you weren’t “in” it, you couldn’t be “of” it. There is no separation between observation and participation in awareness.

Awareness is both the container and the content.

Everything you think of as “external reality” occurs within your awareness. Your body, your room, your surroundings—these are in your awareness, not the other way around. Therefore, “awareness of” = “awareness in.” You can’t be aware of something without being in it experientially.

In sum:

If you can be aware of your DR, that awareness is occurring in your DR, because where else would the observation take place? “But I don’t see my DR environment.” Sight is not the indicator of being in your DR—sight is just one sensory stream within awareness. Your observation of the DR is happening within the DR context because awareness is the substrate of reality.

• You believe “aware of DR” = separation, and “aware in DR” = presence. But there’s no mechanism proving they’re different:

• “Aware of DR” requires you to have a vantage point where the DR is observable.

• “Aware in DR” simply acknowledges that vantage point.

I’m pulling a little bit from non-duality here, but if you believe in reality shifting and instant manifestation like I do, I’m sure you can follow along when I say that: the perceived separation between observer and observed is an illusion.

The perceived separation between the person who wants the desire and the person who has their desire is an illusion.

Once you accept that “aware of” = “aware in,” the illusion collapses.

It all falls back to how you can only want what you already have.

Try to “watch” a dream without being inside the dream vantage point. You can’t. Try to “observe” your DR without your vantage shifting there. You can’t. Even if your mind says, “I’m not there,” your vantage point is there, or else you couldn’t be aware of it at all.

[dollyforever-deactivated2025092]

when my so feeds me but i scripted a slow burn enemies to lovers so i have to stay locked in

[hrrtshape-deactivated20250922]

things i manifested during my birthday trip in june (no preamble, we go now. success story because i know you all need a little bit of a push.)

ok so the first and loudest...... my mom bought me the louis vuitton murakami cherry blossom bag. not even as a birthday present. just. bought it. in daylight. in public. the same woman who gave her big speech on "maybe you'll get something for a thousand, max." ok. and now she's just swiping a card for the last physical murakami cherry blossom in paris as if it's a club penguin membership. no discussions, no drama, i assumed, we walked. we bought. meanwhile a year ago we were in financial cpr. actual insolvency. and this year.... twenty minutes into the city and i'm holding the bag that went off the grid online not even two days later. the saleswoman was blinking like "might not have it," "maybe not this location," "probably sold out" etc etc etc. and i said ok girl keep doing your npc lines while i wait for my bag. because obviously it's there. and then it was.

anyway. we got a room upgrade. bigger and comfier and accidental.

my mom was chill. giggling-chill, not yelling and no weird moral monologues about respect or whatever. she laughed at one of my jokes. imagine that.

we actually splurged. like not !!!yay one overpriced salad!! splurged. proper indulgence. like oh yea mom sure....let's go to balenciaga, why not?

i got cocktails everywhere, some of them were free. no idea why.

we went to so many museums. high risk times too. like showing up near closing. still got in. no passive aggressive ushers. no dramatic countdowns. just. entry.

and get this. NOTHING WAS CROWDED. i know that's boring to some people but no it's not. because last year, versailles was packed like a girl dinner tinned sardine set. i was body-checking toddlers by accident. but this year, people forgot to exist. lines moved like jazz.

and then. my mom. my MOM. who thinks smoking is a moral failure. BOUGHT ME SLIMS. for me. just handed them over like they were tic tacs. again: i'm seventeen. she's aries. she's not supposed to do that. but she did. okay..........

weather was behaving PROPERLY. rained.....??? only while we were inside. cleared? the minute we left. over and over. the atmosphere was syncing to me as if it was a bluetooth speaker. i was meteorologically girlbossing.

oh also shifted. just a little nothing.

we found a booth at cafes every single time, even the packed ones, even when we didn't call ahead. even when people were lurking like pigeons trying to poach tables. somehow, booth.

no tech issues.

no rude waiters.

no weird men.

no misplaced booking emails.

no fights.

no bickering.

just....... smooth. like the world was on xanax.

MY FEET DIDN'T HURT. mind you i walked 20 kilometres every day in the most not-meant-for-odyssean-walking shoes. but alas.

kept getting small discounts or weird upgrades. either official ones or those social-interaction-only ones where someone just likes your vibe and you skip the line or get extra.

we kept getting seated next to windows.......this is important. and the windows were clean. no bird trauma or crusty handprints.

and every time i thought we might be late for something, we weren't. the timing was always a minute off from bad but just in time for perfect. like the city bent a little so we didn’t have to.

^^^^^^ like when we were in giverny for monet's museum, and got back to the train ... and then the train was there a minute later. and the next one wouldn't have arrived for another 2 hours.

and also. i got the cutest most comfortable sweater ever in existence. which cost too much, and my mom kept on with her speech about big spending and i went okay:) but in my mind was like hmmmmmm. no. no, i have this, actually. like somehow, this thing is mine. yea. and then..........it is.

anyway. it was giving hyperstability under capitalism. it was giving predictive assumption. it was giving i assumed correctly and the universe matched pace.

sparkle sparkle.

[liliesmultiverse]

⋆ˊˎ-•̩̩͙- *̩̩̥͙ I WAS TAME, I WAS GENTLE TILL THE CIRCUS LIFE MADE ME MEAN... 2010s fame reality intro!!

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° liliana amore aniston-downey [born sept. 10, 1989] is the pop princess of manhattan. i was born in manhattan, new york to robert john downey jr. & jennifer joanna aniston as an only child. i first started my acting career at just 9 years old when i starred in the parent trap (1998) as hallie parker & annie james. on september 23, 2006 i made my debut in the music industry with the release of my debut album, dear diary. it’s now february 1, 2014 and i’ve since released 3 more albums, with my 5th album planned to release later this year on august 23, and in ten days filming for age of ultron will begin.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° my filmography

tv shows:

༉‧₊˚. gossip girl ; serena van der woodsen (2007-2012)

༉‧₊˚. the vampire diaries ; melody jane forbes (2009-present)

༉‧₊˚. pretty little liars ; liliana aurora black (2010-present)

༉‧₊˚. teen wolf ; serena elaine finstock (2011-present)

movies:

༉‧₊˚. the parent trap ; hallie parker & annie james (1998)

༉‧₊˚. harry potter and the sorcerer’s stone ; delphini andromeda malfoy, female draco (2001)

༉‧₊˚. spy kids 2: the island of lost dreams ; gerti giggles (2002)

༉‧₊˚. harry potter and the chamber of secrets ; delphini malfoy (2002)

༉‧₊˚. spy kids 3-d: game over ; gerti giggles (2003)

༉‧₊˚. harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban ; delphini malfoy (2004)

༉‧₊˚. harry potter and the goblet of fire ; delphini malfoy (2005)

༉‧₊˚. harry potter and the order of the phoenix ; delphini malfoy (2007)

༉‧₊˚. harry potter and the half-blood prince ; delphini malfoy (2009)

༉‧₊˚. iron man 2 ; liliana rogers / lily grant / the red siren (2010)

༉‧₊˚. harry potter and the deathly hallows ; delphini malfoy (2011)

༉‧₊˚. the avengers ; liliana rogers / the red siren (2012)

༉‧₊˚. the amazing spider-man ; gwen stacy (2012)

༉‧₊˚. the amazing spider-man 2 ; gwen stacy (2014)

༉‧₊˚. godzilla ; elle brody (2014)

future filmography:

༉‧₊˚. daredevil ; lily grant (2015-2018)

༉‧₊˚. avengers: age of ultron ; liliana rogers / the red siren (2015)

༉‧₊˚. captain america: civil war ; liliana rogers / the red siren (2016)

༉‧₊˚. the punisher ; lily grant (2017)

༉‧₊˚. avengers: infinity war ; liliana rogers / the red siren (2018)

༉‧₊˚. legacies ; melody mikaelson (2018-2022)

༉‧₊˚. avengers: endgame ; liliana maximoff / the red siren (2019)

༉‧₊˚. the red siren ; liliana rogers / the red siren (2021)

༉‧₊˚. daredevil: born again ; liliana maximoff / the red siren (2025-???)

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° my discography

༉‧₊˚. dear diary [released sept. 10, 2006]

༉‧₊˚. wondering [released oct. 15, 2008]

༉‧₊˚. honey [released sept. 12, 2010]

༉‧₊˚. lost at sunrise [released aug. 2, 2012]

༉‧₊˚. written in the stars [releases on aug. 23, 2014]

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° my family

༉‧₊˚. robert john downey jr. [born apr. 4, 1965] is a famous american actor. he was born in manhattan, new york to robert john downey sr. & elsie ann ford as the youngest of 2 children. he first met my mom in 1987 at a party and had an instant connection. they started dating only a few months later. he quit drugs for good when my mom was 3 months pregnant with me as she'd given him an ultimatum. in early 1993, he proposed and they got married in mid-1994 with me being the flower girl.

༉‧₊˚. jennifer joanna aniston [born feb. 11, 1967] is a famous american actress. she was born in sherman oaks, california to john anthony aniston & nancy maryanne dow as the youngest of 2 children. when she & my dad started dating, she'd expressed her dislike towards his drug use and he would go on and off with it but when she found out she was pregnant with me, she gave him an ultimatum; either he quits using for good or he won't be a part of my life. when he made the decision to do the former rather than the latter, she was proud and helped him. she's the person i look up to the most and has been my biggest role model.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° aaron perry johnson [born jun. 13, 1990] is a famous english actor. he was born in high wycombe, england as the oldest of 2 children. his father left him & his mother when he was 2. when he was 4, his mother met a mexican man from guadalajara who aaron considers as his dad. his mother & the man got married after 3 years of dating and 11 months later, his younger half-sister gemma araceli flores was born. he is perfectly fluent in spanish & russian. we first met in march 2013 on the set of godzilla and we had an instant connection although i did my best to ignore it as i was dating andrew garfield. he filed to divorce sam in may 2013 and it officially finalized in november that year and unbeknownst to me, the reason for the divorce was because he’d started getting feelings for me.

[dxwjj]

────── 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝔒𝔣 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞.

Your little warmth. A ray of light that brightens my world.

No, I can't live without you.

Was it the longing for your love, that pulled me back from death itself to you? Was it that strong?

The ache—the emptiness I have carried for centuries. Was it my soul, long adrift in the gloom of nights, searching for yours? Mistaking your absence for hunger?

I drank, endlessly. Fed on strangers, drinking until I was numb— none of it ever tasted right.

How wrong I was to think it was thirst. It was you, my lady.

You, who haunted my waking hours beneath every moon. You, whose privation hollowed my chest. The reason my heart stirred once, then never again. My bliss, the only mercy fate allowed me.

And now you stand before me— warm, terrified, breathing. And I nearly killed you... But the moment your blood touched my lips, I remembered.

You are the life that once died in my arms. And so I died with you.

Born under the moonlight, in a castle forever shaded from the sun, where the scent lingers, sweet and thick, even as the flowers wither: a prince, Heli Horatius, the heir to House Horatius—an ancient vampire lineage. With eyes like nightfall and a heart long emptied by time.

She, Rosée, a human. Flesh, blood and breath. A voice loved and heard like a sweet lullaby, gently erasing any trace of sorrow that dared to exist. A life soft and graceful, untouched by eternity, unmindful that her soul had once belonged to another time—belonged to him.

It was fate, in its cruel whimsy, that made their paths cross again, a midnight lit by a full moon—the one that allows the immortals to cross the veil between realms. His tall, timeless frame stirred amidst the darkness like a foreign shadow, yet one so familiar to it, used to waiting, as if he had been trapped in the murk of a thousand nights. This one was different, the same cold yet not empty. A heaviness, suffocating, pressing against her chest, holding her breath still like it didn't find any escape. Was something inside her recognising a part of him?

The two of them seemed to be alone in the world, her racing heart trying to break free from her ribs, pumping loud enough for his ears to catch. He was ready to feast on the rich scent of her warmth—just prey, full of youth and beauty, made for him to chase, to satisfy the thirst that had long gone numb. And yet, a blurred memory in her veins screaming for it, like it was something already written, like it was her destiny to get bitten. Still, though she trembled, though a part of her was asking for it, her shoes clicked softly on the stone as she turned to run, as humans always do—an ordinary and naive mistake. He was simply faster, like a thunder cracking through a storm, with his heart already ashing and filled with suffering, he was unable to refute his instincts; his cold hands caught her, and so did his fangs. Tearing the soft skin, her pulse beat right beneath his lips, and with it came ghosts from a soul that was bonded to his beyond mortality. Her soul to his, and his to hers, and nothing had ever felt more certain.

The women he had once loved, more than once, more than a single lifetime.

It was the divine taste of her carmine blood that awakened memories from a life beside her; a skin that once warmed, a heart that once beat—now starting to beat again. The vow their souls made a millennium ago had been kissed by eternity—with both blessing and curse. His mind drowned in the reminder, unraveling him, fingers dug into her skin as if she might vanish again, along with all the memories time had buried. And, as if he was pleading for salvation, for her to heal his twisted self, he drank like a starved man, desperate to hold onto the only piece of life he had ever known, until her feeble body fell unconscious in his arms, like a déjà vu he was tied to live over and over again.

"Ma chérie... have I finally found you?" whispered his now crimson-stained lips, as warmth bloomed in the skin her fingers had graced—a redemption he waited centuries to feel again.

Now she walks the empty castle halls, surrounded by silk curtains that stretch along the huge windows, wearing long-velvet gowns and cloaks that don't belong to her—yet somehow, feel familiar. A place where her grave lies in the garden of alyssums, still blooming for her. Where even the walls, the flickering chandeliers, the paintings—everything keep secrets from ages ago, murmuring softly in nighttime about how they remember her. Like the healer, like the Queen she once was, but nothing will let her go, not until she remembers for herself who she was before death.

So even if he must keep her as a prisoner—even if he has to kneel before her and plead like a weak creature, expose his heart, tear up like some sort of mortal... she's going to stay. Because to this world she was an angel, filling his empty self, allowing him a heaven in flesh. And he can't lose it again. Not now that he finally found her in this new life. Not after the centuries his forsaken soul drifted in dullness, only willing to repay her for every tear she had shed.

Love, however eternal, was never without consequence.

And so, even if his parents object, even if the Court of Caelumbra states: "a turned can't marry a noble—let alone become princess consort", it won't matter. She was taken away from him before, and now he would rather burn the world into ashes as long as he gets to keep his heart pumping for her.

But perhaps, after the punishment of endless agony, it was life itself—as cruel as it has always been—that, under the return of the luna nova, finally chose to taste the sweetness of mercy for the first time, uncuffing the hopes of their so-called forbidden love. It came in the form of the King and Queen who had long sought to abandon some of the most archaic traditions in favor of their son's happiness. And so, she, a human, is granted a chance to prove herself worthy enought to be turned by a royal, in the next Waltz of Acceptance—better known as the Chaconne of the Death.

"If fate brings us together again, hold me tightly in your arms."

lore dump heehee¡!

Soulmate blood is sacred—intoxicating, irreplaceable. Most vampires go centuries without finding theirs. It's said that when a vampire meets their true love (soulmate or not), their slow, cold heartbeat quickens and a small warmth spreads through their body, and for a brief moment... they feel alive. That's why love can be everything to them. Not just hunger, not just eternity. But love is rerival.

[soapyfairie-deactivated20250706]

p diddy is free . . . pack your bags we’re leaving this reality

[laylasverse]

WON'T YOU SING WITH ME? a shifting event based on the english alphabet and inspired by @jtsblock's circus event.

꒰ explore your desired realities alphabetically with different shifting prompts ꒱

i. tag for event alphabetsoup.event

ii. dates this event will run from july first to july twenty-sixth. this event is supposed to be fun for you so don't worry if you skip a day or days or weeks!

iii. vague prompt ideas pick a reality that includes the letter of the day and create introductions, timelines, moodboards, edits, and playlists about them. you could answer asks or play ask games too! below are some other more specific prompts.

iv. thank you to everyone tagged in this post for creating such beautiful and inspiring posts! and an extra special thank you to emi ( @serpint1me ) for helping me put together some of these prompts!

v. participants @/laylasverse, @/rrezshifts, @/withluvvenus, @/jtsblock, @/moonyskarma, @/eddieisashifter, @/asishiftss, @/solstices-dreams.

WEEK 01 / ( A, B, C, D, E )

a, it's activity day on shiftblr! pick a shifting activity and do it with your chosen reality. you could turn to your fellow blogs to get some: @withluvvenus's song activity, who's most likely to, unscripted project, @elyssshft's pinterest activity, and many more around the way!

b, you remember the buddy system from kindergarten? yea, we're bringing that back. create a moodboard for a friend's desired reality!

i. please ask them before creating! we don't want to make anyone uncomfortable.

c, create a moodboard of your companions ( pets ) in your chosen reality.

d, who do you turn to first when you catch word of some new drama in your chosen reality? do you have any drama you'd like to share with us?

e, give us a list of the small elements of your chosen reality that have your heart.

WEEK 02 / ( F, G, H, I, J, K, L )

f, assign a few of your favorite things to your s/o or friends in your chosen reality.

g, what would a ' girls / guys / friends ' trip look like in your chosen reality?

h, what are your hobbies in your chosen reality? what do you do in your free time?

i, create an instagram post for your chosen reality!

j, the time has come for a rambling mess of info dumping. what are some thoughts about your chosen reality you've been jugging?

k, some people chose not to kiss and tell... but we won't tell anyone, promise! give us a rundown of your dating history in your chosen reality.

l, what would a lazy day look like in your chosen reality? no fighting a big bad or navigating difficult relationship dynamics, just a nice day in.

WEEK 03 / ( M, N, O, P, Q, R, S )

m, tell us about some of your favorite memories in your chosen reality.

n, hey! we're new in town... could you show us around your chosen reality?

o, create a moodboard of obscure or random thing about your chosen reality.

p, give us a tour of your pinterest board for your chosen reality.

q, so many questions and yet somehow there's still more to be asked. what are some things you wish someone would ask about your chosen reality? go ahead and answer them too!

r, who would you go on a cross country roadtrip with in your chosen reality? what snacks are you packing? where are you sitting in the vehicle?

s, need a day to spend talking anything and everything your s/o? here ya go! you could look to @solstices-dreams's ask game, @g1rlsp1ckins's ask game, or @junoshifts's ask game for questions.

WEEK 04 / ( T, U, V, W, X, Y, Z )

t, time is a fleeting thing. create moodboards of the versions of you in the passage of time in your chosen reality.

u, pick your own adventure! what adventure or outing can you not wait to do in your chosen reality?

v, if your chosen reality was a vinyl record, what would be the track list?

w, create a moodboard of your wardrobe in your chosen reality.

x, oh, no you need an x-ray! thankfully there was nothing harmful found. but they did find what makes up your soul– wait what? thought this was a medical procedure not a soul read. anyway show us what they found.

y, why is your chosen reality something you want to experience? what called you to it?

z, zebra? zeppelin? zygote? uhh... i don't know. just post whatever you want! ( this is me throwing in the towel for this strange letter )

[charmmykitt1]

Please tell me I'm not the only one who flip flops between gender looks in their drs. Yeah I'll be a beautiful women in one and a big brute man in the other idgaf

[bamzies]

⠀𝜗℘    .    𔓕ㅤ ꒰ ⠀ 𝓕ood things to script for your drs .

֗⠀⠀ .⠀⠀ ⠀˚⠀ ⠀ 𝅗𝅥⠀ ⠀᭬🍏᮫᭮ᮬ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ○ 𝅗𝅥⠀ . all different dietary categories included !!! ﹡ .⠀⠀

𓈒ㅤ๑◝ . GENERAL

#1. I can cook literally anything i crave and always have the ingredients for it. It doesn't take much energy or time for me to cook something and my food is always michelin level yummy

#2. everything is even tastier in my dr than in my

#3. leftover fries are never stale the next day and just like any other leftover food, taste even yummier than the previous day

#4. every food is healthy and nutritional, even fast food and sweet junk tastes yummy

#5. my food and food in general never gets soggy, especially leftover refrigerated food that is warmed up (ex : pizza) never attains moisture from change of temperature

#6. my favorite food forever stays my favorite, i never get tired of eating

#7. never get food poisoning, my tummy ever gets upset stomach even if i consume too much candy/sweet, I always feel satisfied after eating not gross

#8. street food is allways safe and always tastes yummy, restaurants, food trucks, fast food places as well as Street food joints are always hygienic

#9. my body digests everything smoothly, I never get bloating or nausea while/after eating and my face never gets puffy from eating spicy food

#10. school cafeterias and convenience store good and snacks are always nutritious. Cafeteria have a variety of foods that are all safe to consume and are delicious

#11. I am the only person allowed to get a takeaway at any buffet i go to

#12. dishes with specific foods like eggs never smell, I can always put food on containers without there being a smell

#13. food never gets stuck in my teeth and food tonsils don't exist, my breathe always stays fresh even after eating

#14. I can eat anything I want to, I am not allergic to any food or ingredients so I am not limited to eating a small variety of food

#16. Any seasonal/limited time food I like is always accessible to me

#17. cool drinks stay cold, warm drinks stays hot, nothing becomes room-temp or luke warm

𓈒ㅤ๑◝ . VEGAN, VEGETARIAN, & PESCATERIAN

#1. Fruits and vegetables are always ripe, flavorful, and perfectly fresh there is no moldy, bruised, or bitter produce, avocados always stay in good condition and are always perfectly ripe and are never mushy

#2. Every restaurant, cafe, and street food stall I visit always has multiple amazing and diverse vegetarian/vegan/pescatarian options for me.

#.3. The vegan/vegetarian options are never boring, theres a large variety and are appetising, and full of flavor.

#4. People never question or make annoying comments about my choice of food

#5. Even random convenience stores and gas stations carry vegan/vegetarian snacks and meals.

#6. Plant-based meats taste amazing and even better than my cr, they have the perfect texture and flavor that matches my liking, there is no weird aftertaste or rubbery feeling

#7. Plant-based cheese melts like real cheese, soy, oat, almond, coconut, or any plant based milk tastes good in everything: coffee, cereal, baking etc

#8. Vegan desserts taste just as good and/or even better than dairy ones.

#9. Seafood alternatives (if vegan) taste like fresh ocean seafood but are 100% plant-based and ethical.

#10. My food never accidentally contains meat, dairy, or animal products, waiters never get my order wrong

𓈒ㅤ๑◝ . HALAL

#1. My food never accidentally contains meat, dairy, or animal products no hidden haram ingredients or cross contamination, ever.

#2. Street food scenes are halal-friendly, even in places like Korea, Japan, or Western cities.

#3. every food I eat, even from other cultures, street food like korean corndogs/bbq, japanese takoyaki, turkish kebabs, tacos, and burgers are all halal versions by default.

#4. Any meat I eat (chicken, beef, lamb, etc.) is 100% certified halal and ethically slaughtered according to Islamic standards.

#5. No annoying questions like "Is chicken not halal?" or "Why can’t you eat this?" there is no need to explain my dietary choice over and over again, people are educated enough to know better

#6. food festivals, street food events, or random parties, there’s always halal food available for me.

#7. dishes never contain alcohol in their preparation, things like tiramisu or chocolate liqueur-flavored stuff is made with alcohol-free, halal-safe versions.

#8. Even desserts, snacks, candies, and drinks are automatically halal by default

#9. Gelatin in candies, marshmallows, etc., is always plant-based or halal-certified.

[angelranger7]

ꕥ really random things ive scripted in my WR ꕥ

Ⅰ. NO FLIES OR BUGS IN MY HOUSE....EVER. my WR is my only safe haven away from them.

Ⅱ. . my nail polish invincible and never chips because thats annoying as eff!

Ⅲ. a calendar for all my DRs in case i want to be in a specific DR for a certain event.

Ⅳ. nothing i eat will make me sick. ya girl has tummy issues in her CR :/

Ⅴ. the lake by my house is clean so i dont get brain eating amoebas when i swim in it. :D

Ⅵ. I can look at all social media platforms across all my DRs because im nosy and lowkey want to see fan edits and fanfics of me. CANT A GIRL JUST HAVE FUN....?..eye roll..

Ⅶ. my toilet cleans itself. im not doing that shit if dont have to.

Ⅷ. a hammock in my backyard so i can be a lazy bum but outside.

Ⅸ. if someone gives me something in one of my DRs, i come back to my WR with it. i wanna put it on my shelves/ walls ...:3

Ⅹ. it rains a couple days every week, unless its winter then it snows.

anyways thats all i can think of for now. ill probably remember more next time i shift there. bye lovelies!<3

[venusianbarbiedoll]

𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃

[songbirdivy]

July, 1968

IVY HARRISON'S THOUGHTS ON HER RECENT MARRIAGE; VIA THE DICK CAVETT SHOW

DC: So, I heard that you and fellow Beatle George Harrison recently got married. Congratulations! How was that?

IH: How was he? Or the celebration?

DC: Haha, well, either, I suppose.

IH: Well, George is always great of course.

DC: Of course.

IH: I wore my Aunt Mimi’s old wedding dress.

DC: Did you? It was beautiful.

IH: Thank you! Yeah, it was alright, quite stiff, but I figure that's how all formal attire is... I thought the sentiment was very sweet, letting me take something that meant so much to her and make it my own. I wouldn't have worn anything else.

DC: Now, I know you've probably been asked this by thousands of people at this point, but never by me. So, I have to ask, were there always these feelings between you or is it something that sort of blossomed over time?

IH: Oh, you know, I think looking back on it now, I can finally acknowledge that there was always something there. I remember the first time he knocked on my bedroom door to say hello. He was so well-mannered. Just the most polite Scouser I'd ever met. I could tell he was quite nervous, but it never stopped him from approaching me. He got braver with time, too. I'd always found him charming, really.

DC: From what I've read about you two, George felt the same way. Can I ask what took so long?

IH: Well… I don't know, I suppose I was always trying to ignore my feelings. I thought if I just pretended they weren't there, then maybe they'd go away. Haha, it didn't quite work out that way, you know how it is, my feelings only deepened with time. I was just always so terrified of love, maybe because it never worked out for my parents. I didn't want to end up like that. I found it foolish and unnecessary. Poor George was always trying to send me hints and it's not really that I didn't notice, but that I was too afraid to act on it.

DC: Until you did.

IH: Until I did. And here we are, happily married. It only took us 10 years.

DC: Well, they do say all good things come to those who wait, Ivy.