I Officially Became Odahviing's Simp When The First Thing He Did After I Trapped Him On That Bdsm Trap

I officially became Odahviing's simp when the first thing he did after I trapped him on that bdsm trap on Dragonsreach was mock me for not having tHe dovah spEecH

Hi I’ve always had this question about shifting but whenever I’ve asked people irl they’ve just blanked me?? Anyway, I was wondering as people believe that you mentally shift your soul/consciousness to a parallel universe into that universe’s equivalent of you, where does the consciousness of your equivalent go? Is it in your body while you shift? (I don’t think it is as most people say that their real bodies just appear asleep). Does it just disappear/die or something? If so, what happens to your parallel self’s body when you stop shifting and it no longer has a soul to guide it? I imagine that would be dangerous if someone shifted to a dangerous and then stopped shifting while the other body was in danger. I’ve been curious about this for years. (Also sorry if my language to describe some of it offends you, I’ve never interacted with the community and I personally don’t believe it’s possible but you do you I’m here to learn not to judge <3)

Hey! Nw, you're actually one of the few people non believers of shifting who don't inmediately start calling me/the community delusional.

Now, I personally still haven't shifted yet I completely understand why some people don't believe in it, but here is my personal opinion and what I've leaned in the community: the consciousness doesn't go anywhere, because it's you and you're just making yourself aware of that reality. I know it sounds confusing, because if someone shifted to be us we would probably know it, but the whole concept is weird and shifting kinda works like religion or God: there's no proof that exists, other than your word or experiences of others. And we know really little about human mind.

Nothing bad happens to your body while you're shifting, because you just shift your consciousness, not any physical form. It's not something like astral projection, where you would feel if someone tried to enter your body or something like it.

This probably looks like a mess, but in other words: shifting is a quantum jump (mainly, there is no confirmation but it's what I personally believe), where you shift only your consciousness, nothing physical, to another reality. You don't need a "script" for doing so, it’s just a guide and something people use for lore reassurance.

I hope I cleared your doubt, tho I seriously doubt it. I barely know how to explain myself in Spanish, my own language, so let alone English (please kill me.)

The little mermaid who

Waves Crashing Down — a Klaus Mikaelson Fanfiction. Part One: Introduction

Summary: A gorgeous, lethal siren watches Klaus pace around New Orleans’ beach. Curious of his power and beauty, she seeks him out.

Author's Note: I want it to be known that in terms of my characters’ appearances, I like to describe bodies like mine as there is very little rep. I’m very buxom, and I’m going to describe my characters the same way. Please do keep in mind the mention of buxom characters is not inherently sexual. Having large breasts, being a tad bit chubby, or rather, whatever you look like does not make you an object. All bodies are beautiful, and you can think of these characters whichever way you like. Thank you.

Enjoy,

Ginger Xx

In the beginning, you believed that we were mere birds, flying free in the sky with the face of a beautiful woman, our song taking hostage of the air, elevating your spirits and pulling you into your demise. You claimed that Odysseus had his sailors tie himself to a post so that he could stand awake and listen to our callings as if cheating death was ever that easy. You claimed that the source of who we are was by your God’s mighty hand. This we find interesting. You know you cannot escape the vibrations, the sounds of hungry divinity, not even Yahweh. We were always so hungry, so hungry for gentle violence and the cold, bitter taste of your flesh, be it a simple, unproblematic man, or be it your God.

Over time, your accuracy seemed to mature. You discovered that we were sea creatures, lurking in the darkest corners of the ocean, awaiting you, always ready to open up our deathless mouths and let death lure you into our cruel arms because we are hungry.

Do not mistake this as an acceptance of your perception, the image of us you harbour. But do believe that we see how gorgeous you look when the life is leaving your sweet eyes, your bodies half-empty and gentle, your clutch on us desperate, needy, your minds turbulent. It takes us to heaven and back each and every time.

And when the song comes to a close and you are gone, we recline in the sea or on the shoreline for just a little while until our fingertips twitch with hot desire all over again. Call it our duty. Call it evil — we don’t care. We desire consumption, and you are always needy to be consumed, even the most powerful of you… even most he who believes he is above the gorgeous and brutal song of the siren.

New Orleans 2010s…

Ivy rose her head a little above the water, her nose still breathing in the sea. The sound of the sand being pushed down as a man strolled across the beach near the shore had piqued her interest, her hunger, and she recognised him immediately. This was the one they called untouchable, ruthless. The man who couldn’t be killed.

His presence alone was powerful, a testament to his infamous past. She saw that his face was twisted into an expression of anger, his hand at his mouth. He was beautiful, his rage like steam entering the air and threatening it without him having to say a word — his energy alone commanded that around him. His hair was golden underneath the glow of the evening sun, and his attire was entirely noir, which only put more of an emphasis on his soft features. His rosey cheeks, his plump lips, his mean blue eyes — Ivy was struck. She narrowed her eyes, squinting them a little bit as he walked further along the New Orleans beach.

She watched him pass, her head turning in line with his walking until eventually, he had left the beach, a phone to his ear yelling about some deal. His roar was monstrous, his hand shooting at the sky in rage. Ivy’s eyebrows tugged together. What would he taste like?

Her attention shifted when she could sense another man — this one not strong and not angry — heading for the shore. Ivy’s lips parted and then breathed out the opening notes to her calling.

Every siren had a unique voice to match their differing personalities. They had a different technique to taking their victims. Some would sing in a sweet, high voice, the sound of youthful innocence seeping into the victims mind, enchanting them and stirring a desire to control who the voice belonged to before the siren flipped the script. Others would sing in a husky, low tone, the voice stirring the sailor into an almost conscious submission. And the rest were varying shades of danger in between.

Ivy loved the lethality of ambiguity; of singing in a both rich and husky song in a very high key, of making it impossible to know whether she was dominant or submissive. Seducing the man was pathetically easy. She loved possessing big blue doe eyes that could transform at any moment with pretty, plump lips that could pull into a devilish grin. In this, she could adapt to each individual victim, become who she needed to become in order for the killing to be most satisfactory.

As the man, locked in a trance, neared closer and closer to the sea, Ivy climbed onto a rock, flipping back her long, thick ginger hair as she rose from the water. Her song intensified, upping the key even higher. Ivy curled her brows up, her doe eyes big and needy as she reached out for the man.

The man climbed onto the rock, soaked in both the water and Ivy’s song. Ivy wrapped her hands around the man, one around his back and the other around his neck.

Sometimes the siren will let a victim kiss her, but this one didn’t possess enough beauty for intimacy, so the killing commenced immediately. Ivy’s grip on the man’s neck tightened, the man gasping for air, looking half terrified and half in love. His arms were at her waist, right above where her black tail began.

The waves were lull as the man in her arms died. She pulled him into the sea, watching the life drain from his eyes intently, innocently, as if it were not her claw around his neck. A small smile carved on her lips before she sunk her teeth into the man, the warmth of his blood coaxing a moan from the siren. His hands dropped off of her waist, and Ivy ravished him until he were mere bones floating in the ocean.

Ivy was sitting on the rocks, brushing her hair with a golden fork she found. She was watching the empty beach, bathing in the summer moonlight. The moon coaxed a glimmer on her black tail, as well as the pearl-coloured large shells on her chest that held her breasts. Her hair was almost dry, settling in its loose curls. Her mind was lull as it contemplated no violence, her body desiring nothing as she reclined. She was serene.

“Ivy, whatever are you doing, hm?” asked another siren as she climbed on the rocks next to Ivy.

“I’m just sitting, Thana. You have a little blood on your lip.”

“Oh! Thank you.” Thana exclaimed with a giggle before wiping off the blood. “Goodness, I was so hungry. Do you ever leave this rock?”

“Sometimes.”

Sirens are not all evil; they have hearts. However their empathy is only extended to each other and the sea. They form bonds with each other, some even choosing to hunt together, effortlessly doubling the power of the siren, their voices harmonising with each other and augmenting the power of it all. And when it comes to the ocean, they do all in their power to protect it, killing off and throwing out any threats. Thana and Ivy were always very close, though, Ivy preferred to spend most of her time alone. It was simply who she was.

Ivy turned her head to look at her friend. She had black short hair to her shoulders in tight curls, a beautifully soft structured face, very dark skin and a purple tail. The shells on her chest were the same colour.

“It’s cleansing, don’t you think? With all the men we eat, one needs to cleanse herself from time to time. You never know what they get up to before their foot touches the shore.” Ivy said.

Thana was deep in thought for a short time. “You’re very right, Ivy. Everyone knows that man is the most despicable creature.” she finally remarked.

“And yet, the most delicious.”

“Haha! So delicious. Well, I’m off to go for a swim. New Orleans is boring me. Come find me soon, my sweet, yeah?” Thana said as she began making her way off the rock and back into the ocean.

Ivy nodded before going back to watching the beach and brushing her hair, and that’s when she saw him again.

I'm having extremely unholy thoughts rn

Klelijah + Hands

I’ve been seeing a lot of anti-Nazi ones, which is great, but I felt like we needed one to show our support for the Jewish community.  

What do you mean when you say one of your drs is the place you’ll shift to forever? Sorry if this comes across wrong I’m just trying to learn :)

No problem ^^

Since we aren't bound to any reality, less alone our consciousness, a term called "permashifting" and "respawn" was created by shiftok on 2019/2020. And yeah, shiftok isn't a very reliable source from someone who's beginning to discover shifting.

But basically, permashifting is staying in your dr forever, without returning to your or - original reality, aka this one - so yeah, you stay in that reality forever. And respawning is more or less the same, but if you go this way you'll be cutting every tie with this reality, because people who respawn script they'll forget about this reality for personal reasons, something I've been thinking about doing.

But there is a lot of disinformation about respawning: some people believe that the persons who chose to do this will kill themselves and somehow end up in their dr, something completely false. There is no way of knowing you'll end up in your dr if you kill yourself, and respawning doesn't require your death at all wtf 😭

Anyway;

Permashifting: staying in your dr forever, with the possibility of coming back to your or if you want.

Respawning: staying in your dr forever not remembering your or, thus you won't probably come back to that reality due to not having any memories of the place.