You. Yes YOU. Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Stop lounging around in self pity, thinking that you’re the only being in the universe incapable of shifting because you can shift. Everyone can shift. Especially you. Maybe you feel stuck right now, so do I, so has every other shifter at some point, that doesn’t mean you are. So stop sitting there thinking this is it because it’s not. You can shift, so can I, so can everyone else. A few days, weeks, months of doubt isn’t going to ruin your progress or your chances so show your mind who creates reality because we both know it’s you, no one and nothing else. Go shift and stop embarrassing yourself by doubting it.
I’m so back guys, but not for long bc I’ll be in my DR soon and so will you.
I haven’t done one of these properly for a while now and last week I said I was planning something a little bit different this week; here it finally is!
For those of you that know me, it will come as no surprise when I mention the fact I listened to 5 Seconds Of Summer non-sop for ten straight days.
Of course in that time I then decided to plan a 5SOS DR and wanted to introduce it in a fun and new way.
This was the inspo picture:
Now I’m no artist so please bear that in mind when you see this 😭
Here it is!
It’s not the best but I don’t really do many drawings (I’ve done like three in the past that have been okay)
Hope it’s enough to make up for not posting much, I’ll definitely get back into it once I finish uni 🤞
Dearest Gentle Readers, allow me to introduce you to
.⋆❀° My Bridgerton Reality °❀⋆.
⋆｡°✩ Whimsical Weekly Wednesday Waffling - Welcome to my DR: Bridgerton Edition ✩°｡⋆
❀ My name is Amalia Westcliff. I’m 21, born in 1792.
❀ I was born in Italy due to my family moving away from the Ton after rumours surrounding the legitimacy of my older siblings. My father’s brother ended up taking the title and family estates.
❀ However, in 1813, he ends up passing away, giving title of Duke of Avon and Stormview estate back to my father. Therefore my family must move back to London.
❀ My family consists of my father (Richard, 60), my mother (Marylin, 56), my brothers (Lawrence, 34; Leslie, 32; Elias, 28 and Gerald, 25) and my sister (Margot, 30).
❀ I am the youngest of all my siblings and am expected to get married as my sister risks becoming a spinster.
❀ My brother, Lawrence, despite the controversies surrounding it, taught me to read and write.
❀ My siblings are all quite protective of me.
❀ Life in Mayfair is how you would expect it to be; tense and gossip filled.
❀ I am a frequent topic in Lady Whistledown’s column, catching the attention of most of the ton.
❀ Especially the Bridgertons’
❀ I end up befriending Eloise and Benedict after my debut, where they accidentally hear me talking improperly to my brother, Lawrence.
❀ My debut is eventful to say the least.
❀ Already with all eyes on my scandalised family, I am being observed and therefore must uphold the Westcliff name.
❀ However, before my debut, in the gardens of the queen’s palace, a man approaches me and we strike up conversation. I soon learn his name is Anthony Bridgerton.
❀ No soon after does my eldest brother drag me away, forbidding me from so much as entertaining the thought of looking at him.
❀ Anthony and I take to having a torrid and secret relationship, mostly due to our difference in age and the fact that my brother has forbidden me from going near him and therefore his family.
❀ We catch Whistledown’s attention frequently, even risking ruin at some point.
❀ There’s some drama (lol, I haven’t scripted this bit, I’ll let you know once I’ve gone through it) and Anthony and I end up parting ways.
❀ However, one night Anthony begs for my forgiveness and we reunite, this time courting properly.
❀ We eventually end up getting married.
First time doing this, kind of nervous. I hope this was okay, please let me know how I can improve.
I’m going on break. Not sure when or if I’ll be back.
My Pinterest account has been suspended.
Honestly all my boards for shifting are gone if I can’t recover it, everything I’ve saved over the years. I’ve had hundreds of carefully crafted boards and they’re just… gone.
I’ve managed to appeal but if the account doesn’t get recovered I’ll probs just quit tumblr or start all over again on Pinterest from scratch but I’d very much rather not do that.
“To truly know ourselves, we must go through unimaginable change, as it is through metamorphosis that we truly gain our wings” - A. A. Edwards
✧ In the years Victor Frankenstein spent trying to flee the creature, his creation, his greatest achievement, he felt shame for what he had brought into the world. Something that was never meant to exist, never meant to live and know what it is to be in a cruel world. He was not meant to make yet another monster to roam.
✧ So he decided to create another life, something good, soulful, beautiful. He wanted a child in a way that was not some wretched creature brought together from corpses and string, sewn with blasphemous ideals.
✧ So came his angel, his repentance, his daughter. Angelica Frankenstein. She was meant to be the good in the world, like Elizabeth had been.
✧ In the little time he had before the creature was to find him, he did his best to ensure that she would right all the wrongs in the world, to bring change. He only hoped she would not inherit his obsessions and live a life without vices.
✧ Angelica Frankenstein is just nineteen when she discovers her deceased father’s journals; detailing his academic childhood and introduction to medicine up until he defeats death itself through a beastly creation. Distraught and disgusted, she casts this journals away into the darkest corners of her mind and her vacant home. Her father had created an abomination and she would not indulge in his memory after knowing the truth.
✧ There has always been rumours of her father being hunted by a creature, but to know it was a monster of his own making? That man’s ego truly was so vast?
✧ Men envy women for their ability to do the only thing they long to be able to do; create life.
✧ For months it tears her up inside. Creating life from death, to raise a phoenix from its ashes through science. It is unimaginable. Yet she imagines it. Cold flesh warming from her touch, her mind. A heart once again ticking, a brain again thinking. A sickening obsession emerges.
✧ November arrives, cold and dreary, just as her father had described at her age when he had his idea. The plan is simple: where did Victor go wrong?
✧ A clinical approach, emotional distance and ego plagued her father’s notes. She would not do the same.
✧ Collecting parts is painstaking, trying to find the perfect resources. Men who died valiantly, lived humbly with a gentle touch is hard to come by. Each stitch, each cut, is meticulous and precise. Handling both the necessary materials and the unwanted waste with care. Whispering and talking into her creature as she makes him.
✧ Her creature? That would not do, all life needs to be named.
✧ Edgar.
✧ She tells him stories, reads him poetry, speaks of politics, hoping a part of her soul may bring his fragmented being together.
✧ The organs chosen are pristine, the best found in a cadaver. From lungs to liver. A woman’s spleen for a touch of a feminine soul.
✧ However he remains unfinished, put on ice and stored away. For what kind of man is blessed with a fitting mind and pure heart? Edgar must be the best of man, and a feeble brain and evil soul will never do.
✧ So he remains there, a state of limbo as she lives.
✧ Angelica is twenty-two when she meets Guillaume Monet - a romantic poet, author, painter and radical - in France when she goes on her travels across Europe.
✧ He’s perfect. The mind of a thinker, and soul and heart of an artist and lover.
✧ They fall in love almost instantaneously, spending every waking hour together, adoring and conversing about every possible topic until it is exhausted.
✧ A nagging part of her mind draws back to Edgar. His brain and heart would be perfect to complete him, but she could never bring herself to take a life, least of all Guillaume’s.
✧ Three years later, after they are engaged to be wed, Guillaume dies in a tragic accident.
✧ Distraught, grief-stricken and in need of a distraction, her thoughts returns to Edgar.
✧ Before Guillaume’s funeral, she extracts his brain and heart with the care of a devotee, placing it inside Edgar’s defrosting patchwork of physiology.
✧ Following her father’s journals exactly, she manages to utilise the sky just as he did.
✧ It works. Of course it does, she’s a Frankenstein.
✧ Edgar awakes, confused and scared. Thrashing around clumsily until his eyes meet Angelica’s. They soften in breath-taking recognition. There is no memory but the fibres of his body know her, remembers her, and all his other lives.
I hope you enjoyed this because I know I did. I might turn it into a book if I won’t get #sued so this is now copywrited or however it works idk CLAIMED! see? That’s law or whatever, I don’t know I’m doing a creative writing degree. Speaking of writing - the quote is from me, I fear it’s necessary to clarify because an A. A. Edwards published a book ON MY FREAKING BIRTHDAY WITH MY NAME called “Porn Addiction” THAT IS NOT ME GUYS. Out of all the names, topics and days, this reality loves to test my patience I tell you.
Anyways, sorry for the high-key cliffhanger at the end - maybe they get together, maybe the creature returns and finds her? Who knows - I will… soon enough
Have a whimsical Wednesday, my ladybugs,
Love you all, especially my mutuals kiss kiss x
⋆˚꩜｡ Ames ｡꩜˚⋆
P.s. there’s a “only women can give birth” vibe and I just wanted to clarify that terminology is dated because of the time period and does not reflect my views in any way, not being able to give birth (for whatever reason) doesn’t make you less of a woman and vice versa, remember to love everyone guys x
Also any Frankenstein inaccuracies will be excused with “it’s another reality”
It depends on who I am at the time, when I’m myself I’m soft and comforting but when I’m as my secret, vigilante identity I am teasing (just realised I basically have a Miraculous Ladybug dynamic LOL)
2 . first time meeting your s/o:
☆ slow burn “who is this?” or instant connection like magnets?
Veryyyyy slow burn. I’m planning to shift to when I’m 14 (I think - that’s when Americans start high school, right?) and relive my high school years because they were DREADFUL here and I do NOT want to date my s/o until I’m 19 so there’s a bit of a wait. However, we meet my first day in my DR because it will also be my first day of school.
3 . love language in DR
☆ words of affirmation or physical touch
I love both but words of affirmation are my go-to as an over thinker (despite being able to read minds lol)
4 . dates with s/o:
☆ late night rooftop talk or daytime cute café date?
Wow, these all really do depend on who I am at the time. Me and Spider-Man spend most nights on rooftops talking about nothing and everything, whereas Peter and I do the stereotypical dates in the daytime eventually
5 . s/o style:
☆ protective + jealous or chill +confident?
He’s quite shy as himself, he’d stand up for me but would never try and fight a guy for just talking to me because he trusts me. That being said, as Spider-Man he does NOT hold back if he doesn’t like a guy talking to me, using it to scare them off. Before we got together, he was quite jealous, irrationally so, going as far as convincing himself that Ned secretly loved me (he doesn’t, we’re besties) and even accidentally causing someone to have to drop out of our duet performance where Peter conveniently knew the performance so could step in. (Can’t WAIT to tell you more about this).
6 . shifting method preference:
☆ scripting in detail or going with intuition?
I have an MCU DR Pinterest board with 69 sections and 3,785 pins… it’s safe to say I’m detailed.
7 . dr s/o communication:
☆ handwritten notes from your s/o or late-night phone calls?
After we first meet we spend most nights texting, then calling, then (when we’re dating and our identities are revealed) he will just swing to my apartment and climb through my window at night to show me a random tiktok. He always passes notes in class, leaves them in random places like my locker, pocket, bag or room - from post-its to full blown novellas.
8 . first kiss vibes:
☆ gentle + emotional or out of nowhere + passionate?
This one needs a teeny tiny bit of context but I won’t go into detail (#TW maybe? Probs not bc I won’t say anything in detail) - A lot happened to me in college, especially with my first bf, and I didn’t really have the right people around me to help me process it and most of the people who do care about me don’t quite get it since they grew up with different thoughts on consent etc… basically people have made many jokes about what has happened to me and so I want to be able to basically “go back” (as much as you can in a different reality and country) and be able to control what happened to me and also get the support I didn’t get here ANYWAYS THAT ASIDE I do still end up being with my ex before Peter, however I tell Peter that I don’t want *him* to be my first kiss and so Peter offers to kiss me - this is about a year or two before we actually get together - and it’s perfect, caring and meaningful, both of us trying to say what we can’t through the kiss - then Ned and MJ walk back into the room and we jump apart and never mention it again until he confesses.
Domestic couple that goes on late-night drives :) call me Miley Cyrus because I want the #bestofbothworlds
10 . s/o type:
☆ golden retriever energy or black cat energy?
I’m the black cat and he’s the golden retriever
11 . shifting environment preference
☆ peaceful, dim room with music or complete silence in bed?
Dim room with my shifting playlist 100% my mind isn’t quiet or focused enough to be in silence, maybe even a cheeky lamp on
12 . dr confession style:
☆ nervous + blushing or confident + bold?
I’m going to lie and say confident but chances are I won’t even look at him on my first day, maybe in 5 years I’ll be able to make eye contact long enough to confess nervously LOL
13 . argument style:
☆ quiet talk + resolving softly or fiery tension that ends in making up?
We’re both very big on communication, we’ll spend ages discussing something if there’s a problem, we only every properly argue after a mission if someone does something stupid and risky but that always ends in some form of understanding and apology
14 . morning moments:
☆ sleepy cuddles or playful teasing and stealing blankets?
Sleepy cuddles that end in him having to carry me out of bed or I have to pull him off the bed by the ankle because neither of us ever want to wake up and have to do things
15 . dr surprise:
☆ s/o buys you a meaningful gift or plans a spontaneous date?
I’m a whore for a little prezzie, my full name is Améline Materialistic Stark I fear (I’m joking, my middle name is James after Rhodey because “girls can have boy names, pepper, it builds character”)
I fear I’m a yapper, everyone else gave effective answers and I’m treating it like a uni assignment sorry
Tagging: @vespurrzz @sorenverse @reality--shifter @wanderincowboy @dumbnbrunette and anyone else - sorry im SO BAD at tagging so I always go with my moots 😭🫶
