𝑭𝑨𝑾𝑵'𝑺 𝓐𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐑 𝑪𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑻

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☕︎ tea for two; gwen x barry •°

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🗝️ you’ve now unlocked the teacup couple of my arrowverse dr ≈

OMG MY SHAYLASSSSS

When I tell people they can simply shift with daydreaming and they hit me with "but I daydream all the time, why haven't I shifted?"

Because you perceive it as a daydream and not a actually reality you are living and experiencing.

If you are daydreaming and you are so focused on the fact you are "not there yet" or the fact you wish to be "actually" experiencing that daydream right now is the reason why you didn't shift through the daydreaming.

Shifting doesn't take much, and telling yourself otherwise is sabotaging yourself. Realise your dr is real and take it in. Immerse yourself in your dr and simply be there and don't overthink it.

✷ the nakahara clan :͏͏ order and corruption ⸝⸝

〝 a nation constructed in blasphemy and contradictions .

the nakahara clan is a theocracy, which makes shinrinwa is a country divided by loyalty to their god or progression. the culture is inspired by (ancient) japanese customs and european.

ahh yes my morning paper 😌

✶ BLUE LOCK ; BLK MDDNA

n … this, like all my realities, is canon-divergent. blue lock is a mega organization, meant for the brightest, and most devious stars all over the world, each hungry for pleasure and pain. some worldbuilding + characterization aspects may change.

tokyo, japan

present day + time.

BLUE LOCK is a cutting-edge training facility and management organization designed to cultivate the world's most formidable footballers.

established after japan's lackluster performance in the 2018 fifa world cup, blue lock's mission is singular: forge an ego-driven striker, from any walk of life, capable of leading nations to global football dominance.

🥂🌺 ∘ SAIA, STARRING AS “𝒮OSO” ℒAURENT

23, striker false 9 — #7

national team: speculations on jamaica

on loan to: PARIS SAINT-GERMAIN FÉMININE

a strategic move to test her adaptability at the highest european level. psg sees her as a wildcard—a player with absurd technical ability, a killer instinct, and a reputation problem. still, she’s a weapon in their war against OLYMPIQUE LYONNAIS, the undisputed giants of d1 arkema.

SOLÈNE LAURENT. blue lock's BLACK MADONNA, jinpachi's “princess.” an unapologetic specimen, lacking stature but making up for it in formidable musculature, and the devious nature of running game in home land and island. her talent is backed by genetics, thickly coiled power that could outmuscle a tank, chasing down the ball like an acutely starved predator; all sharp angles and unrelenting.

her presence is commanding, full of razor-sharp wit and colourful gesture. on the field, she plays like she's dancing—fluid, explosive, magnetic. analysts compare her to futsal legends like RICARDINHO—players who treat football like art, turn defenders into spectators. others say she’s still on the streets, the chaotic beauty of jo’burg's kasi football and jamaica’s barefoot, bodega-side battles.

she's particularly well-known for how easily she transitions from a voracious, relentless ball player, to a gyaru-cultured, barbie-core pink princess.

accomplishments ;;

✭ statistically humiliates more defenders per game than almost anyone in the league. clips of her tricks go viral weekly.

✭ a pink-nailed, gyaru-styled striker with a killer instinct? football purists hate her, but gen z eats it up. she’s on magazine covers, rap lyrics, she’s the moment.

scandals ;;

✭ for five years, she ghosted football—no calls, no interviews, nothing. fans, former teammates, of course, were left pissed. some thought she retired. others thought she had a secret kid with some executive.

✭ older football analysts hate her flair-heavy playstyle. They claim she’s more showwoman than striker, that she "doesn’t respect traditional football."

✭ she’s been pretty vocal about how club politics favor men’s football. when asked in an interview if she thought the women’s game was treated unfairly, she laughed and said, “we’re not asking for respect. at this point, we’re just grabbing the bull by the twinkles.” FIFA was not happy.

TIMELINE ▾

born to a south african businessman, and a once-aspiring jamaican track and field star—soso’s destiny might have been set in stone—something her mother greatly encouraged, seeing her baby run, kick, play ball even before she knew to call her mama. especially as the embarrassing bastard child to her father's dynasty, she had little to nothing to her name, and only his pity in his house. otherwise, she'd have to make something of herself, and fast.

lucky for her, her footballing talent was undeniable, and her father, persuaded enough, sent her away with a suitable stipend to train and study in japan. a promising women's academy in france? no. a scholarship in the us? too expensive. but a brutal, experimental program in japan that prided itself on creating outcasts and killers? perfect.

in the early years of blue lock, she emerged from the highly experimental female division, a program largely overshadowed by its male counterpart. though she matched the organization's egoist culture to the letter, solène struggled to integrate rigid expectations and low recognition, leading to an indefinite hiatus from professional play.

consequence to her defiance, her father cut her off, leaving her stranded in japan, with no choice but to rely on the whim of EGO JINPACHI, and furthermore—pay him back.

she pursued higher education, then went straight into BLLK PR management, meticulous with the image of her clients to an end.

the stint was brief, and she made good money, but that was not her place. during an exhibition match, a last-minute injury to the main female striker hurled solène back to the field. despite an initial wobbliness on her feet, the gamble culminated in a 4-2, a game-winning goal. the goal to rewrite team dynamics and set her on a new assignment. let's not forget who's paid her tuition up until now.

since then, sol's returned as a player in the feast, embarking a mission to dethrone the ruling titans of women’s football.

LIFE OF SOSO ▾

with a world tour on the horizon, soso's days are beyond packed, tumultuous amd fast paced, there is never a moment's rest within the confines on the facility. one can dread, and imagine;

— long flights, jet lag, stolen power naps with 3 square meals per day being the only hail mary to look forward to.

— match days require extensive pre-match mental prep. game. post-game recovery.

— training consists of on-field and tactical training + team talks. she butts heads with chiyo and mireya way too much for these to lead to much.

— of course, there are the press conferences, the interviews and fan interactions, but first, media training. not too much of it, she's learned early how to behave and where to draw the line.

— last but most importantly; long, multi-hour self-care, rest days and physiotherapy. mara won't stop bitching about how hot he is.

agenda ;;

❏ media engagements ; press conferences, interviews, and sponsor-related events. prepare for bali and qatar for youth coaching and charity matches.

❏ strategy ; work with coaches and analysts to review game footage, discuss tactics, and prepare for upcoming matches.

❏ finish unpacking her room + catching up with her mom; being so far from home means solène misses the little things—mama's sunday dinners, her aunties insisting she take more food than she needs in exchange for climbing fruit trees all day for them.

❏ get back to training, push herself harder, improving her stamina and left foot control. she needs to get back to herself before the media calls her a “one-hit wonder.”

❏ nail appointment; wouldn't miss it for the world, plus my nail tech happens to be my plug for anything i need.

❏ hang out with the team. mara & nia... they've drifted. maybe a spa day, some pampering on her dollar, would do the trick?

🍋 🐝 ° MEET ℬACHIRA ℳEGURU

24, forward / attacking midfielder — #11

national team: japan

on loan to: FC BARCHA

BACHIRA MEGURU is blue lock’s original problem child, the PHANTOM, THE MAGICIAN. an artist disguised as a footballer, all wild grins and unpredictable genius. at 5’11”, with messy black hair and eyes too bright to be trusted, bachira is known for his signature trance state and dribbling—capable of nigh-surreal moves like a fever dream—impossible angles, slippery maneuvers, a playstyle so alive it borders hallucination. within two seasons, he became a fan favorite, it's no wonder he's become a fan favorite.

accomplishments ;;

— la liga champion (1x)

— copa del rey winner (1x)

— golden boy nominee (top u-21 player in europe)

— japan national team starter (fifa world cup & afc asian cup)

✭ scored a hat-trick against real madrid in his first el clásico. one of the goals was so disrespectful (rainbow flick over a defender, volley into the net) that madrid fans still boo him to this day.

✭ dubbed THE MAGICIAN by spanish media because his playstyle is both mesmerizing and hell to defend against.

✭ one of the most marketable blue lock premieres—featured in ads for nike, puma, and a bizarre energy drink commercial where he fights a giant monster (he loved it).

scandals ;;

✭ coaches adore him, but his lack of obedience drives them insane. He still plays like he’s in a cage match, prioritizing fun over tactics sometimes.

✭ after the disaster with solène, spanish paparazzi caught him leaving her hotel at 4 AM; shirt inside out, lipstick on his neck.

✭ banned from one (1) nightclub—he and a few teammates got into a stupid tequila-fueled argument over who had the best dribbling skills. ended with bachira trying to nutmeg a bouncer.

HISTORY ; MADONNA COMPLEX ▾

in the early days of blue lock—they'd call solène MADONNA—resourceful with what she had, not friendly, but polite, helpful; passing by her quarters often meant getting caught up in her, maybe fed, like some sort of stray cat.

but she was softer on him, sweet like honey. everyone knew that.

growing up in complete isolation, bachira never learned the limits of a puppy crush, of when to push forward, when to back off. when to finally put it all behind you. stupid little gestures turned to lingering on the field for extra laps to talk to her, steal her hair ties, find any excuse to hold hands. in fact, you could say she enjoyed it—always being herself around him. no softening and certainly no filters.

when solène left though—he didn't care. shocker, but why should he? what was it about her, that couldn't be replaced by playing meaner, fouling harder, tricking himself deeper, and deeper into believing it? he took to that philosophy quite quickly, but the first and only time he cared to break a guys nose—was at the fact that she ran off and left him.

when she eventually came back on PR, that fucked him up, disgusted him even. in fact, the only thing that could ease his nausea, was the fact that she only worked with fresher, no name recruits trying to climb the ranks of the organization.

yeah, he could just ignore her, even punish her a little, but the next thing he knew, is that she's dazzling a crowd that'd never seen her glory before, and the rest was history. he's 17 again, sprinting toward a girl who never stays long enough for him to catch.

next came the afterparty. next came a little too much to drink. next came came the tangled sheets, panting, biting, clawing.

of course, here they go again. she calls it a mistake; he calls it a habit. everytime she dares to put space between them—he's swinging an arm over her shoulder, stealing her snacks, whispering reckless things to her ear. she always swears it won’t happen again. it happens again.

COUPLE’S TRIVIA ▾

✭ they have a lot of shared hobbies. late night arcade runs, surrealist netflix horrors, finding the weirdest snack combos at convenience stores. he particularly loves her style, and tries to pick her nails or go shopping with her when he can. she loves dressing him up too, but getting him to change his hair every now and again remains a challenge.

✭ unlike solène, who speaks through action, meguru yaps infinitely. it's always “soso likes this,” or “my baby love said to drink more water,” and yoichi is fucking tired of it. if she so much as praises him, he goes full orange cat mode.

an orange cat that pisses on everything and every other kitty he meets.

✭ competing over everything. who can juggle the ball the longest? who can finish a drink faster? who can do the most ridiculous trick shot? they’re constantly trying to outdo each other, and it always escalates into something stupid.

✭ insane late-night impulse buys. drunk at 2 am, they once bought matching designer sneakers, a spray painted pink playstation that soso painted half yellow, and a life-sized plush of some ugly cartoon mascot that neither of them actually likes.

✭ bachira is her biggest hype man. if she scores, he’s the first to post edits of her on insta. if she wears a new outfit, he’s gassing her up before she leaves the room. the problem? he does this to everyone, so his praise sometimes loses weight.

✭ they have very different love languages. solène’s way of caring is through action—grabbing his drink before he asks, patching up his scrapes without a word. bachira, on the other hand? physical touch and constant verbal affection. he’s always stealing her food, touching her hair, nuzzling her. the more she ignores him, the clingier he gets.

✭ soso met his mom. she didn’t plan to—it just happened. one day, bachira facetimed her while he was at home, and next thing she knew, his mom was asking when they were getting married.

✭ after every match, even if she’s exhausted, she always makes sure to check on bachira. fixing his hair, giving him water, or rubbing his shoulders after a tough game, her hands always find their way to him in the sweetest, most caring ways. “you played great out there. but if you don’t stretch, i’m gonna have to drag you to the physiotherapist myself.” “'m not a baby.” “so you're not my baby?”

✭ solène doesn’t like showing it, but when bachira’s talking to other girls, she gets a little possessive. it’s not obvious, though. she’ll make a comment, and then act like it’s no big deal. “who was that girl you were talking to? she got the same taste in snacks as me?” “what? we were just talking about chips—” “mm. you know… just making sure you don’t forget who spoils you with the good stuff.”

ask games . . .

pending // open !

notes . . .

— shifted twice, excited to shift again.

— playlists; [sol]

a fellow south african shifter????? pls tell me my eyes aren't deceiving me

✷ the huo dynasty :͏͏ divinity and ruin ⸝⸝

〝 xiranans aren’t loyal to people , they’re loyal to concepts.

the huo dynasty is a monarchy. huoshi is a country blended with betrayal as it is love. the culture is a blend of african american & chinese.

hi so like THIS IS INSANE????? ho is you a mastermind???????

remember....

✷ the channel of love . ͏͏ ͏͏ ⸝⸝

it’s a level of frequency you find yourself drifting on consciously. every script? a love letter to the version of you that you’ve made a commitment to. every idea tied to escaping this reality is more trust you’re placing in yourself, not a method. not a subliminal. you.

of course, this also applies to significant others, but aren’t they just your beauty reflected in another? you are tied to your magic, whether it’s what you physically see or what you can come up with, you are the creator. you are magic.

sigh... shayla's back with a masterpiece (shakespeare who?????) but like who's surprised

　　　how to get what you want without affirmations

you don’t need words. you don’t need to sit in front of a mirror and say “i am rich, i am powerful, i am devastatingly beautiful” fifty times like a malfunctioning wind-up doll. reality does not care for your diction. you are not a salesman, and the universe is not some reluctant buyer waiting to be convinced.

the mistake is thinking you need to tell it what you want. the bigger mistake is thinking you need to tell yourself. affirmations are training wheels. good for beginners, good for those who still need to hear it. but the minute you’re relying on them, you’re admitting that some part of you doesn’t believe it’s already true.

belief is the whole game. not logic, not effort, not obsessively restating your desires as if you’re a student cramming the night before an exam. have you ever noticed how the things that come easiest are the things you never had to try for? how the moment you stop fixating on something, it seems to slip right into your hands? it’s not luck. it’s not irony. it’s that you moved into the having state without resistance.

forget the script. forget the language. what would you feel if you already had it? what would you not feel? because the absence of desire is the presence of fulfillment.

get into that state.

not the one where you are trying to be, but the one where you already are. it’s not about pretending. it’s not about hoping. it’s about settling into the quiet, absolute certainty of someone who does not need to ask. because the ones who have never ask.

I love movies is my fav thing ever

and if i said this was @hrrtshape core to me... then what??

then you’d be right 🙂‍↕️

wow is this flirting

i mean if you think it is, who am i to deny such 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

I love movies is my fav thing ever

and if i said this was @hrrtshape core to me... then what??

what inspired you to script for your newest dr?

caitvi arcane dr … self explanatory ( i love women + beautiful complex world building )

RAHHHHHHHH CAITVI SHIFTERS RISE 🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅

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guys. do you ever look at your s/o and you want to bite them. not in a weird way but in a ohmyfuckingdearlord youaresoprety i want to bite you because i love you so much arghhh ooooooga booga mwah kiss kiss rahhhh

this but multiply it by a bazillion cus i have not one but TWO s/o's...