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I just wanted to share my experience with shifting. It's something that I feel could motivate others that are questioning if shifting is real/haven't shifted yet!

When I was sixteen, I shifted! It was not on a night that I did any kind of method, I just put on some general ambiance noises from my DR (mostly just to relax, not even with the intention of shifting) and I ended up waking up in my DR.

No method, no symptoms, no affirmations.

Just a soundboard app that I had some fun with creating what I might hear when I wake up in my DR. (The app is called Lonofi, if anyone's interested)

I woke up in my DR and checked the time. I didn't even realize that I had done the very thing I'd spent a year trying to accomplish. It felt completely normal. My hand looked like my hand, even if it was completely different from what it looks like in my CR. And I remember thinking to myself:

"Oh, I woke up early. I could go back to sleep and still wake up in time for docking shift." (In my DR, I'm a mechanic on a space ship, and it was one of my jobs to help 'clear' the cargo bay to ensure that everything was working properly to safely dock with another ship. Space is scary, y'all)

I then rolled over in my bed and WENT BACK TO SLEEP. I woke up in my CR, just as my alarm was going off. It all felt so normal that I didn't even realize I had shifted.

I had always been there, and so there was no surprise when I woke up on a spaceship in deep outer space. I can not say this enough. It was so real and so normal that I didn't even think once about it until I woke up in my CR. (I've never been so upset with myself for trying to sneak another hour of sleep in, lol)

I remember how everything felt. It was so real that I can hardly even believe it even though I experienced it first hand.

I called it 'mini shifting' for a while after that because I'd been led to believe by popular 'shifttokers' that it wasn't really the real deal. But it was!

I just wanted to tell people how real shifting is. And how normal it is. There's nothing difficult about it, and if you just allow yourself to shift, you will.

(Which I know sounds just as hard as any other method that you've heard a thousand times over, but the point still stands)

Shifting is so real. And so natural. It's not magic. There's no spell that you can chant or tea that you can drink that will be better than the limitless mind you have knocking around between your ears.

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THIS IS SO COOL!! thanks for sharing anon!

despite everything, it’s still you—?

Headcanons about Amity Park/Amity Park culture

 In no particular order.

-No one says the word “wish.” It’s practically a curse.

-Superstition is more common. Throw spilled salt over your shoulder. Don’t walk into a circle of mushrooms. Be extra careful on Friday the 13th. (Ghosts turned out to be real, so what else could be?)

-Halloween is chaos.

-Being awake at night isn’t seen as unusual. Being out and about after dark is risky. Wandering alone between the hours of 12-4 AM is asking for trouble.

-Horror movies? More like comedy movies.

-Same with ”paranormal investigation” shows.

-Crime rate is practically nonexistent.

-Everybody is close-knit.

-The Fenton family is a common topic for gossip. Everyone knows them, and they’re weird, even by Amity Park’s standards.

-People might have mixed feelings about the Fentons or the Red Huntress, but literally no one likes the GIW.

-Amity Park, on a physical level, is weird. The whole town is a liminal space. The ghost and mortal realms can bleed together. Time and space aren’t always 100% certain. 

-People are more sensitive to the paranormal. (They know how to tell the difference between a cold breeze and a ghostly chill, at least.)

-People know to tread carefully (politely) in places that are likely to be haunted. (Abandoned places, certain parts of the woods, etc.)

-Graveyards are given extra care and respect.

-Some common protocols for ghost attacks:

Public places like schools and office buildings have specific alarms for ghosts, like fire alarms.

They either evacuate (see: run for their lives), or turn on a ghost shield. (Some places may shield the entire building, or have a designated shelter area that everyone’s supposed to run to.)

If you can’t run or get behind a shield, find somewhere to hide and stay as still and silent as you can. If (when) the ghost finds you, scream as loud as you can so Phantom can hear you. If you have an anti-ghost weapon, use it.

“Wait for Phantom to take care of it” is usually what ends up happening. The ghost hunters might show up as well, but Phantom is there for almost every single attack. (Let’s be honest people just like him more and he does all the work around here anyway.)

-It’s common for people to carry weapons like small ecto-guns and mini shields on their person for self-defense.

-People learned to recognize the different ghosts that visit Amity. They know their names and which ones are the most dangerous and all that.

-Often, people watch how Phantom reacts to a ghost (whether or not he fights them, and how much effort he puts into it) to gauge how much of a threat they are. Sometimes people just ask him. He seems to know all the ghosts.

-Phantom also seems to know who literally every single person in town is, somehow.

-Overtime, ghosts and humans start to mingle here and there. Some ghosts are just chill and hang around like it’s no big deal. People pet the stray ghost cats. Little ghost blobs are everywhere and most of them are just cute or annoying.

-Everyone knows not to ask a ghost about their death.

-December is the slowest time of the year for ghost attacks because of the truce.  (Even if it’s not Official Truce Hours people just get into the holiday spirit early.)

-To outsiders, everyone seems inexplicably fearless. Their sense of danger is skewed.

-People moving out of town is rare. One reason being it’s awkward to leave and then have to live around people who don’t believe in ghosts. And another reason may or may not be some subtle ghostly influence that makes you want to stay.

-Likewise, people don’t decide to move there very often. They might pass through, and laugh a little at how superstitious everyone is, but the place is too weird for them.

(Feel free to discuss or add your own!)

“who are you shifting for?” me.

The act of shifting isn't crazy. It's the fact that I'm a whole new place is crazy.

The act of shifting ain't nothing. Its AFTER the act of shifting that's something.

Shifting itself is nothing.

Despite everything, it's still you

I love the hc that Danny can't help but trigger this innate, subconscious fight or flight response in everyone he meets. I love it even more when it's the reason why he still gets bullied by Dash.

Truth be told, Dash grew up years ago. His mean streak had been a short-lived phase that left a bad taste in his mouth. The sudden influx of hormones brought on by the onset of puberty had apparently muddled his brain and left him emotionally stunted for the duration of his freshman year. He'd shoved nerds into lockers and stolen their lunch money. He sorely wishes he hadn't been so excruciatingly cliche.

But he'd somehow managed to unstick his head from his ass pretty quick and he hasn't laid a finger on anyone since - well, except for Fenton.

Fenton had always been the exception. Small and slouched, with a messy fringe that fell into his eyes. Danny Fenton always made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end whenever he walked past.

His arm would brush too close or his shoulder would bump into his in a crowded hallway and Dash's arm would lash out before he could even comprehend the accidental touch. Fenton would be pinned against a locker with Dash's forearm against his neck in the blink of an eye.

The funny thing is though, no one stops him. The other kids don't call him out and the teachers are always coincidentally absent.

Dash isn't a bully - at least not anymore. He helped Lester get his locker door open after a ghost attack left the damn thing jammed shut. He stays late after practice so the girls on the cheer team don't have to walk home when the sun starts dipping low. He holds doors open for the people walking behind him and even offers a polite smile. The other day he stopped to help some little kid struggling to tie their shoelaces.

He's trying to be better. His mom cried about how proud she was on his birthday last month and principal Ishiyama made a passing comment on how nice it was not seeing him in her office every week. He enjoys being nice to people. It's gratifying, and some kids have started coming up to him when they need help.

Once upon a time, Dash had been a chubby self-conscious kid who'd hit the gym as soon as his dad had gotten sick of his begging. Puberty had hit him like a truck and he'd started shaving a year before anyone else. Since then he'd bulked up and was far larger than the average high schooler. He'd been honing his reflexes for years and never drops the ball. He's the shield that everyone hides behind during ghost fights. He's big and strong and has damn good aim - which is better than nothing when going up against a ghost.

But there's something wrong with Fenton.

Danny makes sweat gather beneath his collar and Dash has to grind his teeth any time he walks past.

At least he's not the only one.

Kwan's hands are always clenched into fists when they walk past Fenton's locker, even if he's not there. It feels wrong to have your back to Fenton in the changing rooms and Lancer's the only teacher still handing Danny a detention slip - Dash suspects it's cause none of the other staff can stand to be alone with him for that long.

No one steps in when someone lashes out at the Fenton kid. No one says a word or runs towards the teacher's lounge when Dale has Danny by the arm, eyes wide and gripped so tight his knuckles turn white.

The hallway goes silent and the world steps back as Dash's team flank his sides while the front of Danny's shirt is bunched in his fist. His heart thuds against his ribs and pounds in his ears as Danny opens his mouth to make a sarcastic quip. Danny's always been a sarcastic, mouthy little shit, but Dash can't find it in himself to laugh, not while his body forms a physical barrier between Fenton and everyone else - not when Dash has him by the throat but he's the one feeling cornered and exposed. He has to dig his toes into the soles of his sneakers to resist running.

It's not normal.

Dash plays along, keeping his cool as he goes through the familiar routine. He spits out a pathetic insult that misses its mark and thumps Danny against his locker before dropping him to the ground.

It feels rehearsed, like he's stuck in a cycle he can't seem to break. It's one big act that Dash walks away from with adrenaline churning the contents of his stomach and sweat gathering in the palms of his hands. The hallway parts as Dash walks away. He spares a glance at Kwan, whose dark eyes are trained on the floor in front of him, his fists clenching at his sides, shaking under the fluorescent lights. Dash hides his own hands in his pockets. The one he had bunched in Danny's shirt trembles, his nerves vibrating with the sensation of pins and needles. It feels like static under his skin. He tries wiping it off on the inside of his jacket.

The entire student body of Casper high follows behind him.

I think it would be fun to go online shopping for your DR. Don't actually spend the money, but visualize that you are shopping in your dr!

This is especially good if you script you have unlimited money!! 😀

“Come on, Fenton.” Dash whined.

“No.” Danny crossed his arms.

“Why not?”

“Because! I already had to promise to three different teachers that we’d be good on this trip to Gotham!”

“But I know your parents gave you enough guns for the entire class!” Dash pleaded.

“They’re ghost guns! That’s in the name! They don’t work on humans.” He tried to walk away from Dash, but found his other classmates crowding him. “No! I’m not supplying a whole class of teenagers with guns!”

“Come on, Fenton.” Kwan pouted. “What if we need to defend ourselves?”

“From 16th century rice bags?” He gestured to the nearby exhibit.

“We’re in Gotham. Who knows who’s going to come through that door?” Paulina gestured to the door.

At that second, Scarecrow’s goons kicked open the door. Danny stared at the door in defeat for a full two minutes before reaching into his chest and pulling out a full size duffel bag and holding it open for his classmates. “I don’t know where you got the guns.”

“You’re the best, Fenton!” Dash was the first to pick out an ecto weapon and fire on the goons that was trying to take the museum hostage.

Alright, so thanks to Walker in this episode, I’ve finally managed to settle on my headcanon ghost power levels. I do want to stress that this is entirely headcanon, and while I may use a few arguments here and there to show how I came to these conclusions, these aren’t definite. You can absolutely interpret things differently.

So here we go:

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