Incoming, New Unhinged Fyodor Theory!!!

“everyone can shift but not everyone will shift”

I can’t stick my foot up your ass but I will find a way.

is this about my brain

that pistachio completely sealed in its shell is scared and alone, like a miner trapped by rubble. you need to free it by any means necessary. get the gun from your dad's cabinet

see him schmoove

wanted to post this for atsushi's bday but i forgot and now im 2 days late but ANYWAYS

this was my first participation on a zine yippe :D

you should definitely check the zine out if you havent! its bsd x ghibli themed :3 (and its free yay)

https://airashi.gumroad.com/l/qtypvu

He was as tall as he was tall, and his eyes were the color they were. To describe his hair one would say that he had some. His face had all the features you'd expect, and none of the ones you wouldn't. "There he is," people would often say of him, but only when he was there. And they were right.

how to shift whenever (from an experienced shifter)

yes. you've heard this before. yes. it's recycled. i'm not giving you new information, i'm reminding you that you already know what to do and you're just not doing it. sorry lol. drink your cold brew and listen.

you shift by assuming. that's the law. no loophole. no secret ingredient. no five-step guide with a pastel graphic. just assumption. just decision.

if you've ever cried over a fictional character.....congrats. you've already shifted. you just didn't monetise it. do it on purpose next time.

it’s not "i'm so close" or "i almost did it" or "omg did i just feel something." no. it's not a quiz. it's not a scavenger hunt. it's not a 4chan riddle. it's your reality. assume it. you assume your name. you assume gravity works. you assume you have a face.

you want to shift????? ok. then do it. now. like, actually now. while reading this. literally while scrolling. yes, even if you're in the bathroom. you're already doing it, you’re just not owning it.

stop calling it a failed attempt every time you don't get the fireworks. stop naming your moments as if they’re battlefield tombstones. you’re making a museum of "almost." just go. stop narrating it.

you don't shift because you're waiting to feel shifted. you don't shift because you’re checking every three seconds like a deranged webMD dad. stop doing that. stop redownloading "hope.mp3" and acting shocked when it skips again.

you keep thinking it's hard. it's not hard. it's just annoying. annoying to keep choosing. annoying to be delusional when your brain is feral and cynical and deeply online. do it anyway.

you don't need more subliminals. you don't need to see a crow or a number or a cloud shaped like draco malfoy. you need to assume. persist. and shut up about it.

yes, it feels like lying. but most things feel like lying. flirting, job interviews, saying "i'm fine." we're already doing it. might as well get a reality out of it.

stop hoarding techniques like they're coupons for god. stop trying to feel ready. you don't get to feel ready. you just get to decide.

no one's gonna come down and tell you "you did it right." not your tumblr mutual. not the birds. not your inner child. sorry. you decide it's done and you live from that. yes, even if mittens the cat is still there. assume anyway.

it's already done. you're not waiting. you're remembering.

you're one decision away. you always have been. assume. persist. shift. log off.

All The Sins I Could Not Hate

Synopsis and Masterlist

In a world fractured by violence and ambition, there lives a girl named Kafka—gentle, strange, and too quiet for the war-torn city of Yokohama. She has no known past, no allegiance, no blood on her hands. And yet, she sees into the soul of everyone she meets.

Wandering the edges of power, she moves like a ghost between the Port Mafia’s violence, the Armed Detective Agency’s ideals, and the schemes of men who mistake empathy for weakness. She is not a soldier. She is not a savior. But she changes everything—by simply existing.

This is the story of the girl who brought peace to killers, comfort to the broken, and forgiveness to those who could never forgive themselves. It is the story of the ones she touched, the lives she altered, and the world she understood with her very soul.

A story of quiet revolution. Of unbearable empathy.

And of all the sins she could not hate.

This is actually the first story I’ve ever posted here, and AO3, which is both exciting and terrifying! I tend to write everything in one sitting and hit post without much editing—because honestly, if I let myself reread too much, I’ll fall into the perfectionist spiral and never share anything at all. So posting right after I finish is my way of breaking that habit and finally letting things go. That said, if you catch any typos, weird wording, or anything that doesn’t quite sit right, I’d really appreciate it if you let me know. Thank you so much for reading—it means more than I can say.

MASTERLIST BELOW

Prequel: The Weight of Feeling

Chapter One: The Man With the Shaking Hands

Chapter Two: Fourth Floor, Western District

Chapter Three: A Mother's Warmth

Chapter Four: Journal Entry, March 27th

Chapter Five: They Were Better Off This Way

Chapter Six: Where The Frosting Turned Red

Chapter Seven: A Child's Nightmare

Chapter Eight: The Other Side of the Deduction

Chapter Nine: Salt on the Graves

Chapter Ten: Doctrine of the Dead

Chapter Eleven: Fractured Memory

Chapter Twelve: Dress Me in the Threads of Remorse

Chapter Thirteen: Digital Graves, Salt-Stained Betrayal, and Gentle Hands

i don’t give a fuck if i “sound like chatgpt,” you will pry—my em dash—from my cold—dead—hands—fuck you fuck you fuck you

usually shifting is all like "oh fun i get to script cute outfits and my s/o and hihihi" and then it's just