â hi, my name is elio. im trans masc, genderqueer, black + native american, and a reality shifter. I've known about shifting since i was about 15 and only recently getting back into it. ill probably post about my drs or just yap about shifting in general.
â ïž Â beware I'm an adult and I'll probably post some less than sfw thoughts on here, but nothing too scandalous. my opinions on shifting are pretty loose, meaning idgaf what you do in your dr as long as you don't bother me about it.
â Â dni ; under 15, racists, transphobes, bigots of any kind, anti-shifters. not a strict dni for the most part, but i will block for any reason.
i can see him so clearly in my mind. brother.... trust me i am 100% shifting for my birthday tomorrow. look man i can feel it. i can see my boyfriend in that black hoodie and those fuckass checker vans he's had since middle school SO clearly C'MON DAWGG I'M RIGHT THERE đđœ
YOU HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO SHIFT BECAUSE ITS GONNA HAPPEN ANYWAY đ«”đœ
dr where im a little mouse in the forest. and i wear a little suit and tie and a little irish cap. and i help the fairies and live in a little tree trunk. and eat strawberries twice the size of my timy miuse head. and serve tea....
hes lucky hes so cute bc why tf did i have a dream where his face was RIGHT up in mine and i could see every little feature and the little curled ends of his hair and his pretty lips and them big brown eyes and he dont even kiss me?? dont play with me rn
oh my god scripting being an art teacher at abbott is healing something inside of me. all my babies gonna do all the art projects they want idc. my school could only do so many art projects growing up so you knowwww this privileged man from ny is bout to spoil the hell out of his students... im so excited actually this is so much fun.
oh my god scripting being an art teacher at abbott is healing something inside of me. all my babies gonna do all the art projects they want idc. my school could only do so many art projects growing up so you knowwww this privileged man from ny is bout to spoil the hell out of his students... im so excited actually this is so much fun.
okay so i know i was saying i was scripting so many other drs and that i would make a moodboard for my bestie but.... i accidentally locked in on making a photobash of my black metal dr bf. kinda pissed bc he looks a little bit like peter steele đ
.....anyway everybody say hi to madds!! hes an asshole with so many issues, which hes slowly unpacking by making music with prayr. info dump below.
hes one of the two vocalists in prayr and is an incredible song writer. absolutely fucks on the guitar, though its not his expertise. also incredibly tall bc i like em when theyre bumping their heads against the ceiling. hes probably my only somewhat toxic s/o considering hes the one that borderline kidnapped my ass after i answered that ad looking for a new guitarist. probably a vampire, very secretive about it.
he likes slasher flicks, taxidermy, lurking on music forums (which is how he found me), and anything hardcore and "evil". snobby about music, always preaching about needing the music to be "kvlt" enough to his liking. yeah hes annoying <3
COMING CLEAN TO NEW FRIENDS in my brotherâs best friend reality,, or me walking home from a party with my fwb and his best friends after they met the man iâm in love with ( 1.2K words: ~4:29 min read )
FRI OCTOBER 6, 2022 11:38 PM â The Streets of Manhattan
Grant found me talking with Rhys when him and his friends were finally ready to leave about thirty minutes before midnight. I said my goodbyes to the dark blonde next to me, then followed Grant outside where the other three boys were waiting. As we walked down the house steps, I was handed a bottle of something alcoholic along with the words, âFor your troubles.â
I took it from him, twisted the cap off, took a sip, then muttered a, âThank you.â
Grant smiled at me before taking it off my hands explaining to a newly confused me, âWeâreâŠâ he started, motioning at the five of us in front of this brownstone, ââŠsharing it though,â he watched me roll my eyes so he started explaining again with a smile, âCanât have you too drunk for our plans, hm?â Then he took his own sip from the bottle, only to hand it to Howard when we made it over to them.
Now weâre six minutes into the over fifteen minute walk and I have the bottle in my hand, taking a sip while walking ahead of the four boys. I blindly stick the bottle behind me for someone to take. And itâs grabbed from me, but I donât check from who as I just stay the course to their dorm.
âYou know where youâre going?â I hear Josh from behind me, itâs a playful question.
I snort at it, âI do,â I say, âI also know what street weâre on, believe it or not.â
Josh chuckles at my answer, âThatâs great, because I was wondering.â
I sneak a glance back at him as I give him an unamused grimace of a smile. Thereâs a bit of silence after I turned forward again. But then I hear Grant speak up, âSoooâŠâ he draws out his starter, âTommyâs pretty cool.â
I can see right through him. Because Grant barely met the man, and their interactions werenât exactly world changing. âWas he now?â Any person could hear how unconvinced I was by this.
Grant chuckles awkwardly, âYeah so um, hereâs a question,â his voice is hesitant, like he doesnât want to ask this question. And I donât want him to either. Because by the sound of it, and with what our usual conversation surrounding my âfamily friendâ usually is. I have a feeling this isnât something I want to be asked by him, especially around his friends. âYou do actually like Tommy donât you?â
And there it is, the question I was dreading. âIâm not dignifying that with an answer,â I tell him.
âThat kind of just answers my question, doesnât it?â Grant throws that back at me, and I turn around to glare at him as I snatch the bottle of alcohol from Howardâs hands.
I turn forward as I start to drink from it. âThis silence is really telling, isnât it Grant?â Josh jokes.
And it makes me snap, âOkay! Fuck! Sure, I like him! Whatever, it doesnât fucking matter anyway,â I grumble as I take another sip, then thrust the bottle behind me again, âIâll get over him at some point.â The anxiety in my gut is getting to me. Itâs intense and eating me up inside. I didnât want to talk about this. With Grant. And especially not with his friends.
Patrick speaks up from just about next to me as he asks me, âAnd how long have you been trying to get over him already?â
The anxiety stewing in my gut spikes at that question. Iâm silent for a while. Way too long, in all honesty. âThat doesnât matter,â I mumble out.
Patrick snorts out a laugh as he says, âSeems like it does,â under his breath. He knows I can hear him, so when I send a glare his way, he just smiles at me.
âNo, sheâs right,â Grant begins, his words aimed at Patrick, âIt doesnât matter.â Then I feel as his words become pointed towards me, âBecause heâs obviously into you too.â
As soon as those words leave his mouth I groan loud. I donât say anything though. That groan was the only thing that left my mouth before Howard asks, âWhat was that about?â right after.
The frustration from Grantâs statement dissolves from my body as the anxiety comes back with the intense need to not admit this one thing. ââŠNothing,â I say awkwardly, âItâs about nothing.â
No one is convinced by that, and I donât have to look back at any of them to know that. Grant waves his finger from behind me, âNoooo,â he says, âNo, itâs about something.â
I hold back the urge to groan again as I just stare out in front of me hoping a car rolls over into me. And that hope getâs even stronger as I hear Patrick start to chant, âTell us. Tell us. Tell us.â
And I just want whatever this is to be over immediately. âJesus! Okay!â I yell, Iâm silent for a second or two before I sigh and start again, âItâs just annoying constantly hearing that from the people in my life.â
âHearing what?â Josh asks, asking for clarification that he knows he doesnât need.
I mumble out my answer to him, âThat Tommy likes meâŠâ
Grant sounds astounded when he reacts to my answer with, âIâm sorry, you have people constantly telling you this, and you what? Donât believe them?â His question is genuine. Because he doesnât understand why I could be so annoyed by that when I like the man. Because obviously I should be ecstatic that I have multiple people telling me what I should want to hear.
I sigh, and it almost sounds sad with the defeat lacing the breath, âItâs not about a lack of belief,â I start, âI can see where people get that idea from, donât get me wrong.â My hand runs down the front of my neck as an act of self-soothing, âItâs justâŠâ I begin again, âIâm being realistic.â
âRealistic?â Grant asks.
âRealistic,â I affirm, then I sigh again, âIâve been friends with Tommy since I was quite literally brought into this world.â My eyes are staring off into the distance as I speak, my mind lazily tracking where we are as I think Iâm not even tipsy enough for this conversation.
âAnd weâve been as thick as thieves for about 18 years now. Everyone has an idea of what friends look like at a couple years, or maybe even a decade, but someoneâs whole life? Thatâs different.â My hand is pulling at the skin on my wrist as I explain this, âOur friendship has always been unique, since we were toddlers, then kids, then tweens, then teens, and now.â
I run a hand through my hair as I try and ignore the feeling of eight eyes on my back, and also try and ignore the urge to turn around and find out what theyâre thinking by the looks on their faces. âAgain, I can understand why people tell me this, trust me, Iâm not blind to what other people see. But itâs just not that simple.â
When I finish itâs still silent, so I take the risk and look behind me at Grant, âDoes that make sense?â
Grant nods haphazardly, âYeah, it does,â he says quietly.
âCool,â I mutter back as I try to avoid the other three boyâs eyes as my vision moves back to in front of me.
MEMOS!! this is taken straight from my script! but i wanted to share because it gives insight into how i view tommyâs possible feelings for me through the person in my life who kind of disrupts things
okay. maybe i need to make another dog dr i need to not do anything ever again other than sleep and eat and probably dig a hole or something. NOTHING. NO THOUGHTS.
being a doberman demihuman entered into dog shows apparently not the mood rn i need to be a fatass dawg sleeping on the couch while my owner watches the price is right. im gonna chew on a fucking shoe.
fuck it im adding my best friend to my cortis dr bc i love that girl. she would fit right in. my wife my diva. imma make a moodboard for her later bc im kinda inspired rn
