โงหยฐ Hello there! I decided to make an introduction post for this blog! Some of you are new here, some of you have been here a long time and others only know me from social media platforms (tiktok).
โงหยฐ My name is Jensen, otherwise known as Century. I have a lot of nicknames from both here and my DRs so, you can just call me what you want.
โงหยฐ I am 24. I have been shifting (multiverse perspective) for 4 years now. I have shifted a variety of times. I have also experienced trauma whilst shifting so I have a bit of a differing experience than others.
โงหยฐ This blog is a shifting and fanfic blog. You will more than likely see both as it is my style.
โงหยฐ I am a practicing witch. I have channeled and spoken to multiple people from my DRs. I find that it helps me connect so much more when done so sparingly. I went through a very long period of time where I heavily relied on it.
โงหยฐ Most of my DRs are all over the place because I find myself more comfortable with repeated versions of me rather than coming up with a new name, background, backstory, etc. So in a lot of my DRs you'll see people in it from other media or combinations of different medias. (for example my transformers DR is a mix of transformers and jurassic park/world)
โงหยฐ In most of my DRs I am a parent in some capacity, and I adore my kids. It has become a trademark for me amongst my friends as to how many I have. ask @moonsdrs and @brocuntt.
โงหยฐ My ask box is open so please send asks whether it's questions regarding shifting or my DRs, or if you just want to ask anything nerd related (I'm a psych and cj major, I also love quantum physics, sharks, and star wars).
Now for my DRs which is what I'm sure everyone cares about more.
โงหยฐ Star Wars: The Clone Wars- Kaira Skywalker
โงหยฐ Transformers 2007- Jensen Grant
โงหยฐ Supernatural - Jensen Winchester
โงหยฐ Avatar (2009)- Jensen Grant/ Kaiโra te Tskaha Alanโite
โงหยฐ Clusterfuck DR - Kaira Winchester
โงหยฐ Jurassic Park 3 - Jensen Grant
โงหยฐ Law & Order SVU - Jensen Grant
โงหยฐ The Rookie - Jensen Singer
โงหยฐ Fame DR - Jensen Grant
Other DRs
โงหยฐ Star Wars: Rebels. Transformers Prime. TMNT. Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order. FNAF. The Hunger Games. Bookish DR. How I Met Your Mother. The Last of Us. Divergent. MCU. The Walking Dead (Group DR). Fame (Group DR). Fantasy DR. The Maze Runner DR.
Genre: Angst, but a whole shit load of fluff, like a sickening amount
Warnings: Mentions/talks of trauma. Lots of anxiety, age gap (not mentioned in this part)
A/N: This is a part 2 to "Just Flowers" that I posted 3 years ago. I felt pulled to write a sequel on the anniversary, a day late, sorry.
Summary: Joel had taken off in the middle of the night, leaving you to a less-than-joyful awakening. What possibly could Joel have been doing in Jackson at 3am in February?
You woke up to the other side of the bed being empty - cold. What was Joel doing out at this time of night? In this weather?
Sure, itโs Jackson, Wyoming, but not even Jackson, Wyoming is perfectly safe.
You get up and walk down the hall to check Ellieโs room. She was out like a light, the comic book barely balancing in her fingers as her mouth lay open, the sound that came out reminiscent of a ship horn. You pause in the doorway, admiring her. It wasnโt but a year ago when Ellie had quite literally stumbled into you, Tess, and Joel. After that, it was a roller coaster. Losing Tess, nearly losing Joel on multiple occasions, and developing a strong bond with the teenager asleep in front of you.
You smile and walk up to her. You place the comic book on her bedside table, saving her spot. You then adjusted her and the blanket, tucking her in with a kiss on her forehead.
You make your way down the stairs, knowing sleep will evade you if Joel is not next to you. The thought alone makes you anxious. He had been distant the past few days, cagey. It was like he was in an entirely different world, just- somewhere else. In the past year, the bond both you and Joel share has grown exponentially, but you know the truth of it all. You've been dragging him down with your issues, unable to give him peace.
There was never a label between the two of you, for a while it made no sense because of the environment you were in. Then it felt unnecessary and gratuitous to have. Until recently. Until Joel started pulling away and you realized, the emptiness of not knowing the extent of your relationship with him. Is it what you've always dreamed of, or are you just the girl Joel has never been able to shake.
You distract yourself by making a cup of tea. The sun will be up soon, and tea has always helped you calm yourself, even if just a bit.
It still gnaws on you. Washing over you like a plague. Eliie is in bed, safe, which is most important. Where the hell is Joel? Is he okay? Does he find you clingy or annoying? Does he want to leave? The thoughts fester, like bile in your throat, so you sit down and wait for Joel.
You heard the door open. The sound of boots dragging through the doorway rings in your ears. The breath you had no clue you were holding rushes out like a tsunami on a beach. He's home.
His shoes come off, and he makes his way into the kitchen. You assume he sees the steam coming from the kettle because the next thing you hear is "Y/N?"
You respond with a simple, "You know what time it is?"
He walks towards the living room, taking his usual stomps to get there. He sits right next to you, watching as you take another sip of your tea. "Why aren't you in bed?"
first. You go." Your hand has a tremor in it, barely noticeable but a sign of the storm brewing in your mind. You were preparing yourself for the worst.
"It's nearly 3 in the mornin'." He wasn't looking at you, instead straightening the leg of his pants with his hands. He sighed, "I know it's late- just had something I needed to do. Was hoping to do it while you were asleep."
"I'm not anymore," your voice came out small, like a whisper of the wind as it flew past his ears.
"Is that why you aren't in bed?" Joel placed his hand on your thigh. You wanted to pull away, to brace yourself, but you just dissolve at his touch. "Go back to bed, darlin'. You need to get some re-"
"Why were you out Joel?" You interrupt him. Your words clearly shocked him, based on the small but noticeable jump he made. You couldn't help but analyze his face. Cling to any sort of evidence that proves the neverending and pervasive theory plaguing your mind. He doesn't need you anymore. All you do is drag him down.
"I-" He froze, caught in a stutter that he couldn't escape.
"I should probably go," your voice echoed with a trembling force. The anxiety pounding against your skull. You placed your mug down on the coffee table and forced your aching body to stand up and walk away.
You make your way towards the stairs, deciding that now is as good a time as any to get ready for the day. You had farm duty, so getting there early could be helpful, you guessed.
But you are stopped.
Like standing at ground zero, everything came crumbling down.
"Darlin', what's going on?" Joel had pulled you to face him, and it nearly shook you.
There were silent tears falling down your face. Your pride won't allow this to break you, at least on the outside.
You took a deep breath. "I'm the girl that's been chasing after Joel Miller's tail feathers for the last 4 years, with nothing to show for it." It had all just spilled out, like boiling water overflowing in a pot. You were rambling at a speed unknown to man. "I understand that I'm a drag. That you're only giving me attention because you've had to take care of me these years. I just can't do it anymore. I feel you pulling away, and with that, it feels like my heart is being ripped apart. I just would like to know how you feel so I can move on-"
"Sweetheart, take a breath. Can barely understand all that rumblin'." Joel reached out and placed your hands in his with a light squeeze.
You take a deep breath in and out.
"Joel, just tell me. Is there something here?" Your tears manage to break out of their prison once again, making the last word come out as a choked sob.
Joel chuckles a little bit. It only serves to make you angrier with him. This is not a laughing matter; you are desperate at this point.
Noticing your discomfort, he jumped in to speak, "Darlin', first off, you are not a drag; secondly, it hasn't been you followin' me around, in fact, it's quite the opposite. And most importantly, I have not had to take care of you, I like being with you.
"I asked first. You go." Your hand has a tremor in it, barely noticeable but a sign of the storm brewing in your mind. You were preparing yourself for the worst.
"It's nearly 3 in the mornin'." He wasn't looking at you, instead straightening the leg of his pants with his hands. He sighed, "I know it's late- just had something I needed to do. Was hoping to do it while you were asleep."
"I'm not anymore," your voice came out small, like a whisper of the wind as it flew past his ears.
"Is that why you aren't in bed?" Joel placed his hand on your thigh. You wanted to pull away, to brace yourself, but you just dissolve at his touch. "Go back to bed, darlin'. You need to get some re-"
"Why were you out Joel?" You interrupt him. Your words clearly shocked him, based on the small but noticeable jump he made. You couldn't help but analyze his face. Cling to any sort of evidence that proves the neverending and pervasive theory plaguing your mind. He doesn't need you anymore. All you do is drag him down.
"I-" He froze, caught in a stutter that he couldn't escape.
"I should probably go," your voice echoed with a trembling force. The anxiety pounding against your skull. You placed your mug down on the coffee table and forced your aching body to stand up and walk away.
You make your way towards the stairs, deciding that now is as good a time as any to get ready for the day. You had farm duty, so getting there early could be helpful, you guessed.
But you are stopped.
Like standing at ground zero, everything came crumbling down.
"Darlin', what's going on?" Joel had pulled you to face him, and it nearly shook you.
There were silent tears falling down your face. Your pride won't allow this to break you, at least on the outside.
You took a deep breath. "I'm the girl that's been chasing after Joel Miller's tail feathers for the last 4 years, with nothing to show for it." It had all just spilled out, like boiling water overflowing in a pot. You were rambling at a speed unknown to man. "I understand that I'm a drag. That you're only giving me attention because you've had to take care of me these years. I just can't do it anymore. I feel you pulling away, and with that, it feels like my heart is being ripped apart. I just would like to know how you feel so I can move on-"
"Sweetheart, take a breath. Can barely understand all that rumblin'." Joel reached out and placed your hands in his with a light squeeze.
You take a deep breath in and out.
"Joel, just tell me. Is there something here?" Your tears manage to break out of their prison once again, making the last word come out as a choked sob.
Joel chuckles a little bit. It only serves to make you angrier with him. This is not a laughing matter; you are desperate at this point.
Noticing your discomfort, he jumped in to speak, "Darlin', first off, you are not a drag; secondly, it hasn't been you followin' me around, in fact, it's quite the opposite. And most importantly, I have not had to take care of you. I like being with you. It's my job to take care of you." He grasped your hands tighter. "And what do you mean, how do I feel?"
"Joel..." his name came out as a breathy mumble, the kind that shows your mind is all sorts of jumbled. "How do you feel about me? About us?"
The look on Joel's face was nothing short of shock, but then it morphed to one of realization and humor.
"I thought I was obvious with it," he chuckled. "Maybe this will give you your answer. Stay here, darlin'." Joel stood up and walked back into the front doorway.
"Close your eyes." You shut your eyes with a huff. Joel approached you and tapped you gently on the shoulder."
You looked to see a bouquet of flowers in his hands. Some of them old and bent, others that clearly came from someone's garden. It was tied together with a piece of twine that they used for the hay bales.
"Happy Valentine's Day." He smiled at you. "I kept thinkin' about that day you snuck out of the QZ to do somethin' nice for me n' Tess. It was the day I knew I wanted you in my life for as long as you would allow. I kept thinking, 'I need to do something like that, to show you how much you mean to me. And I kept comin' back to those damn weeds."
You let out a wholehearted chuckle. "They were flowers, Joel!"
He holds out the bouquet toward you, "no darlin', these are flowers. Those things you brought me were weeds." You saw that smile on his face. The one you saw so little, but that made your heart swell like the Grinch every time you saw it. "I hope you like them, and this."
"Huh-" Joel dropped the flowers on the table and swiftly took you in his arms. He looked at you in the eyes, searching them for any clue that you didn't want this, but those feelings were long gone.
In one movement, he kissed you, and you swore the world froze in time. His lips perfectly melded to yours like a puzzle piece that was always meant to be there. And damn was he good. Your hands drifted to grab the locks at the base of his neck, which caused a small groan to come from him. The moment was perfect; all those years of wondering melted away with that kiss. Nothing could have compared.
Joel pulled away with a smirk. "So, does that give you your answer?"
You giggled, gently swatting at his chest. You gazed into his eyes, searching for any sign of regret, your anxiety bubbling to the surface.
"I want you, darlin'. No one and nothin' else." Joel gave a gentle kiss to your forehead.
Stomps came down the stairs, followed by a bellow, "Can you two leave each other alone?! Some of us are trying to sleep here! Be productive members of society and shit like that." Ellie shouted from halfway up the stairs.
"Get your ass in bed before I burn those comic books," Joel shouted back.
"Asshole."
You couldn't help but smile. Everything had come together as you had wished, albeit a little later than you wanted, but beautiful nevertheless.
Request: - Cal helping reader through anxiety/ anxiety attack, from the lovely anon who requested some cal comfort. I hope you donโt mind that I turned this into a headcanon
Warnings: It's about panic attacks, but it's really fluffy. Also, this has been sitting in my draft for like 2 years, so here is my rushed attempt at finishing it lmao
The first time you had one, the poor baby was a bit clueless. Donโt get me wrong, heโs had plenty of his own, but he hasnโt seen one
All he saw was that something was wrong.
His first thought was to fix it.
However, he may have cracked the most awkward joke known to the force
Heโs a fixer, okay. However, when youโre in that situation, fixing it does little to nothing
He's trying to find a medicine or a heavy blanket or, force, maybe even a foot rub
But he learns real fast what you actually need in that moment
He himself has moments when it feels like the galaxy is caving in on him.
He has separate game plans depending on the type of panic attacks you have
You have the kind where youโre hyperventilating and shaking? Heโs doing exercises with you to help get your breathing under control and ground you.
You have the kind where youโre frozen in place, and the symptoms are silent. Heโs rubbing your arms to bring you back to the present and offering to do something with you to distract you.
Do you need/want pressure therapy?
Heโs flopping on top of you.
Or he'd give you a massive bear hug that nearly crushes you.
You need space?
Wellโฆ. That one, he may need a bit of convincing. The man desires to be needed, to feel like he's making a difference.
And he may take a little while to understand that he is making a difference... by going away.
And when all is said and done, he's making sure you're resting and that Greez is making you a hearty soup to help you regain some energy.
After all that, he asks you if you're willing to talk about it.
It helps him learn what triggered it and what he can do to prevent it
All in all, someone give Cal Kestis the "best boyfriend" award
As my grandfather used to say: "Howdy Doody Moody Rudy."
Long time no talk. To all the people who have been wondering, I am okay. My health took a major downward spiral (I won't give too many details because, for you all, I'm sure that would be *yuck*). I've had to undergo quite a few tests to try and figure out what is wrong with me, but I have to put that on hold because the American healthcare system is the worst around. But what matters is that I'm in a semi-okay state and have a burst of basic human functioning.
If you guys want, feel free to ask any questions about my DRs, or shifting, or any of my stories, and so on.
For those of you who are here for fanfics? (Specifically Billy) I promise I am trying to work on them. I'm currently stuck with the Billy Fic, I have a small idea to help, but who knows, but I do have other things coming!
Could it be possible to know when to expect the Billy Brennan stuff๐คจ Is this only goinโ to be one-shots or will a series come for this character๐คจ
Thank you for your time๐
First of all: I love you
Second of all: I love you
I never thought anyone would be interested in my Billy Brennan fic, so much so that I lost interest in writing it. But seeing this makes me so fucking happy.
For this particular bit:
The initial piece is a one-shot.
Right now it is sitting at about 10k words (give or take) and I donโt think itโs half way done.
I have genuinely thought about splitting it up into parts but I have been struggling on where to split it up, so Iโm leaning toward making it just really fucking long (if people want that).
And if it does well and people want it, I may add more pieces to it, in order to enhance the story!
As for timeline: my last day of this semester is May 11th. I currently work 2 jobs and plan to have a shorter work week in exchange for longer work days. So my hope is to get back to work on it around that time, because Iโll have a bit more motivation for it!
guys. do you ever look at your s/o and you want to bite them. not in a weird way but in a ohmyfuckingdearlord youaresoprety i want to bite you because i love you so much arghhh ooooooga booga mwah kiss kiss rahhhh
Warnings: thereโs a bit of a makeout scene in the beginning, the rest I canโt give away without spoiling the story so be warned
A/N: It really was supposed to be fluffy at first butโฆ it was too tempting. I based the Title off a KARD song. Also if the consensus demands it Iโll write the part two Iโve been planning for this. Feedback is really appreciated for this! I worked hard on it and Iโm actually quite proud of it!
Summary: What happens when the reality of your secret relationship comes crashing in, and the fear peaks out from amongst the rubble.
AKA You push him away and he tries to pull you back in.
hello, I deeply apologize for the lack of content. shit has been tough. i have a dr appointment tomorrow to hopefully get myself back on track. i have been attempting to write some fanfic for those who may want it but as for shifting content i am struggling with ideas, so if anybody would be willing to send in asks that would be so appreciated
Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader (Ft. Best Friend Tess)
Word Count: 1.75k
Genre: Angst, with a bit of fluff
Warnings: Arguments, Joel being Joel, slight reference to an age gap, but itโs got fluff, not proofread
A/N: Happy Valentines Day! Hereโs my first Joel Fic, Iโm not all that content with it, the idea I had in my head didnโt really its way onto the page but I felt I should post it anyways.
Summary: Itโs Valentines Day and you just wanted to do something nice for Joel.
Your intro post says that your transformers dr is a combination with jurassic park/world and that sounds super cool! Idk if youโve explained it before but can you tell me how that works and what itโs like?
YES YES YES ABSOLUTELY I WOULD LOVE TO! (prepare for the yap fest, I'm sorry but also not sorry).
It all starts with the greatest man to exist: my dad (aka my hero)
Dr. Alan Grant (and his stupid hat)
This background is common in my DRs and that's because of how connected I am to my father that it tends to manifest itself in my DRs.
Most of how I script is through what I call "core memories." I think on Tumblr they are more commonly referred to as "downloads?" If I'm not mistaken. So that is how I know most of this.
There is a long and complicated story as to how my Dad became a single father, but long story short: the surrogate (my mother) is not the best person.
(me and @moonsdrs commonly refer to him as Lord Mother, because he's the best mother to exist)
Growing up with a Paleontologist for a father, I was homeschooled and spent a whole lot of time on site with him, or bothering other personnel (how I learned Spanish).
I was pretty smart and learned things fast which is another reason I was so smart because I just kept learning. Me and Dad lived in a trailer bc of cost and location. And when I was about 9 years old he received an offer to save the dig site, and our family. So he went to Jurassic Park. Childcare, however, is hard to come by, so I came with.
I survived the events of Jurassic Park. Made it out alive but with a nasty scar on my leg and a particularly stubborn undiscovered infection.
My Dad always knew about my powers, but he was so nervous about the idea of me being tested on that he made me keep it secret. I have a vivid memory of being under the crushed car and I'm about to use my powers to lift it off me and Tim. I look to Dad and he shakes his head at me with the most serious look on his face.
One connection to Transformers is my cousin Sam.
Sam's father is my surrogate's (bio mother) brother. He was appalled by what she did and given they had a son my age, which influenced them to create a bond. Sam and I spent so much time together that we became nearly inseparable (we have a habit of holding hands in dangerous situations). It was important to both my Uncle Ron and my father that we have a relationship.
Years later, (a few years after an incredibly traumatic situation), my Dad and I got roped into going to Isla Sorna. Where I got another nasty scar, this time on my chest. Shortly after my father "died" (listen it's a whole complicated ass story that I still don't fully understand).
I moved in with my Uncle Ron and Sam. When I was 20, the first Transformers movie took place.
Here's where Jurassic World comes in (I'm sorry, I am such a yapper). After meeting Will and going on a few dates, he inspired me to follow my true passion in life: following in my father's footsteps. But not exactly like him. I got a degree in Paleontological Animal Behaviors and became a registered Animal Behaviorist. Eventually, I joined a program in the Navy called "LS-9." They were looking to research how sharks could be beneficial for the military. We were successful.
I wind up getting a job offer email about "Jurassic World" (this is about 4 years later, 3 years after the events of TF2). I blow it off thinking it's spam mail, yk? Who in the hell would think it's a good idea to make another park, let alone try and train raptors. That's ridiculous, even though it would be a scientific breakthrough, and I'd be continuing my father's legacy and mine, but no. It's not real.
After a really bad fight with Will, I talked on the phone with my best friend Owen (we met in the Navy) just to get some relief. I mentioned the spam email and he told me he got a similar one, that he did some research, and that he was positive it was real. I was shocked, to say the least. I contacted them just to see and they basically offered me the job (my reputation proceeds me). The downside? I'd have to live on the island for the duration of the contract. Even though Will and I were in a really rough spot, I didn't want to just leave him, but he told me that I needed to do it as it was my dream.
I wound up there, doing the research. About a year later the company InGen hired an outside military contractor to assess the viability of the program in the military forces. It was Will. That's when the events of Jurassic World occurred. We all made it out okay including my nephew, who did not shut up about the scary dinosaur for years.
3 years later Fallen Kingdom happened, and that's where I met my daughter.
I love this girl so much, Will calls her my "mini-me" because she looks, acts, and talks like me. She is a great big sister, and the toughest and smartest girl to ever exist. She's also an animal lover (like her mom) and spends a lot of time at the rescue farm.
itโs a bit wild to think about. tomorrow we have so much shopping to do for our home. and iโll be with him. we have so much to do and not nearly enough time to do it, but iโm with him. right now.
HIIIIII! I'm sorry for making this kind of intrusive ask, but I would like to know if you have a blog or a small step-by-step guide on how to do channeling. Also, would you be willing to do channeling for others upon request?
I'm just starting to practice channeling with my bf from another DR, and I would love to know if there are any tips, blogs, advice, or resources for beginners in channeling. ๐ค
I'm going to be truthfully honest with you, I probably am not the one to ask for advice on channeling. I went about it the completely wrong way and wound up endangering myself, there were some situations. So I'll try my best to give advice on the basis of "don't do what I did." But I highly recommend doing some outside research as well. Don't just rely on me. (I'll link a pretty decent article to get started)
So keep in mind: channeling is spirit work.
You are interacting with spirits and entities when you do such, and it comes with risks.
Always protect yourself and your space
Set up boundaries and barriers every time you invite an entity into your space
Channeling is energetically draining so make sure to check in with yourself and not over-exert yourself.
You need to open and close your space every time you channel
Ways you can channel-
Automatic Writing
Tarot and Oracle Cards
Scrying
Ouija Board
Shufflemancy (Personal Fav)
Pendulum
I'm not going to recommend the method I typically use to beginners at this time as it can be a bit more dangerous and when not properly ready it can bite you in the butt (like it did me).
I do currently have an etsy shop where I sell crystals and do the occasional readings (I am currently trying to put some money towards getting out of a rough situation). Century'sRabbitHole. Mine are particularly shufflemancy and tarot but if you are looking for other options as well check out @lakestranger and @herzundseele ! They also have great stuff!
As for a great article to set you down the road of channeling, check out this one! But remember to read with a bit of scrutiny and fact check what you can!
Okay this is crazy specific, but I need answers. I have this 90s DR that I was focusing really heavily one for a few days, just having it in the back of my mind and touching base with it every now and then (which is how I'm attempting to shift, I think it's the meditate, intend, pretend method). Anyways then after like the fourth day when I was driving I got so genuinely confused for like two seconds by all of the modern cars on the road, like I genuinely forgot these were normal cars.
I'm wondering if I should take this as a good sign or not. It genuinely freaked me out mostly because I was obviously driving and that's surely dangerous to have my mind get so confused behind the wheel even if it was only for a second. Was this a sign of me connecting to that dr or not? Has this ever happened to you?
So sorry for the late reply, it has been a week for me lol.
This was absolutely you connecting to your DR love! I'm of the mindset that if you feel like it is... it is. Truthfully that pull to even think like it is a connection is itself a connection. Trust your intuition in this regard. It's a process absolutely, but it's yours. It will lead you in the right direction.
And absolutely things like that have happened to me before. I have had genuine moments wonder why cars had wheels and weren't hovering. Or waking up thinking one of my brothers was annoying me. I had one time when I was positive blueberries were banned.
As for it being scary, it certainly can be, especially when operating a heavy machine like a car. When it comes it's best to address it for what it is, accept it, and continue. Like a "yeah, that's sweet. I'm going to keep driving now.
200?! as in a two with two zeroes behind it? genuinely haven't even checked my followers til today and saw. i'd have thanked at 100. thanks for caring about my little 60s fame dr (and maybe my stagnant l&o one too.) i feel ever since i came here i'd been met with nothing but positivity and motivation, something unakin to the one over on the clock app. i've been getting my spark back because of you guys. thank you thank you thank you.
