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I can imagine the headlines. “Local chronic daydreamer who’s heart aches at the thought that she cannot visit her dream world, dies of shock at seeing her future self has everything”

Here’s some backstory lore for y’all. As far back my memory goes, I have always been somehow connected to supernatural, weird, magical stuff. Typical weird kid origin story. I had a brain (shocking ik) I had a depressive panicky life i had an unhealthy coping mechanism Yk stuff. Got affected by it, becamewayyyy too people pleasing, stayed in my head for hours, crying abt stuff, I won’t go into much detail cause I don’t wanna trigger anyone

I discovered shifting and manifestation in August 2024. Saw posts of ppl assuming they are literal princesses, rulers of their reality, shifting to literally live in not so fictional worlds. I believed it in a heartbeat, but I did not want to try it cause I felt like shit. I felt like I didn’t deserve it. Then the universe flooded me with signs until I surrendered and said “fineeeee” (wow that rhymed)

then what? Days of endless trying, doomscrolling, overthinking, tired, pain, struggle, “not shifting” okay bro. I used to obsessively read shifting advice and tips on this app without an account. Tired of trying. Tired.

October 22, 2025. My fave month. I said “okayyyy I’ll create an acc, I’ll thank these amazing shifters for their valuable advice, I’ll rant abt what a piece of shit I am, I’ll do smth” IDK WHAT HAPPENED, but. Sine that day I have been shifting EVERY NIGHT. Minishifting, or getting symptoms, dreams, actually shifting, it all happened to me, and it happened EVERY NIGHT. And I have been able to manifest stuff perfectly anytime I want, with no effort, no burn out, no tiredness.

Hey don’t look at me, I did nothing. I did ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. And somehow I became a master manifestor, master shifter, goddess WHATEVER, all the things that I “didn’t deserve”: the perfect friends, being loved by everyone, never getting backstabbed, ability to enter my “dream worlds” I have it all

major protagonist moment lmao. This was long but I HAD to say it

Hello <3

Call me Sophie or Pitaya, as you wish

Age: 16+

My main interests are drawing (and that's what this blog is mostly for), writing, reading, playing games, stuff like that

As for what I'll be focusing on this blog will be mostly my OCs, Dandy's World, Cookie Run (mostly dragons *cough cough* Pitaya)

I'm pretty sure I'm obsessed with some game characters, ehehe. And sharks CUZ THEY'RE SUCH A CUTIES. And dragons. Dragons on top. Show me a dragon and my life is yours

Also learning still on how to animate

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Other blogs/platforms:

@veesgameblog @dandysworldaus

Wattpad: ThatOneCatMeow

AO3: Meow70

Artfight: Meow70

Tiktok: thatonecatmeow6

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ALSO (totaly forgot about that) I'm leading two communities.

One is a reblog community, where you can find all posts about my series - Watch Out! Cats

Other is a Dandy's World RP community (almost dead, honestly. But you can still play here, we allow OCs too)

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Anyway, see ya

having to like. mentally accept that rather than think of ways to 'push through' or 'get better with practice' cause that mindset is entire reason there's less words available

✨coffee shop au✨

Working at a shitty, overpriced coffee shop in New York sucked ass in one Michael Mell's opinion.

Sure he worked with his best friends Brooke and Jake, but the horribleness of having to put up with shitty hipster dudes and middle-aged white women made the cons of his barista job far outweigh the pros.

Except for one tiny thing that made his shitty days a bit better, the 'Cardigan Kid' as Jake so wonderfully named because of the kid's signature blue cardigan he wore every day.

Cardigan Kid came every single day and ordered a hot chocolate with a lot of stuttering and blushing, which in turn made Michael stutter and blush. He'd then sit at the table in the leftmost corner and write and/or study on his laptop for an hour, then he'd get up and leave.

Jake and Brooke agreed that watching this kid and memorizing his schedule was 'stalker-ish' but in Michael's defense, the guy was adorable. He had fluffy, short brown hair that was permanently ruffled. He was almost as tall as Jake (who was a mighty 6'2) but he curled in on himself which Michael found positively adorable. Even Chloe, Brooke's terrifying, lesbian, fashion design major girlfriend said, "Yeah, he's cute, but like the way a sad cat is." Which Michael took as a win in his case for not being a stalker.

So that was Michael's life as a college student; Take classes, work his crappy barista job, and stare at a cute boy.

It was a Saturday when his usual routine of staring at Cardigan Kid was broken when he walked in with someone he knew, Christine.

Michael knew Christine because he had classes with his friend and Christine's roommate, Jenna. Him and Christine had gotten along surprisingly well and for the past month had been trying to set him up with her friend Jeremy. Jeremy was a Theater major like Christine, who Christine claimed was the best singer ever and forced Michael to listen to him sing show tune covers, and honestly? Michael had to agree, Jeremy had the voice of an angel.

Wait, is Cardigan Kid the same guy as Jeremy? Michael asked himself. Before he could dwell on that, Christine walked up to the counter towing Cardigan Kid behind her.

"Hi Michael!" She greeted. "Hi Christine, what would you like to order?" Michael asked, his job having drained him of any emotion. "Oh! Yeah, I need to order, I'll get Chamomile Tea for me and Jeremy'll get a hot chocolate!"

Just when Michael was trying to process the fact that he'd been crushing one for months was the same guy Christine was trying to set him up with, Jake appeared behind him. "Yo! Cardigan Kid is Christine's Jeremy?"

Jeremy started to turn red, "I'm-I'm sorry? Cardigan Kid?" He asked incredulously. "Yeah!" Jake said, grinning, "That's what Michael's been calling you!"

Michael turned to Jake to shoot him an accusatory glare while a blush started creeping up his neck. A sly grin was slowly spreading across Christine's face. Michael started shooing Christine off with his hands, "Don't hold up the line! There are other people!"

Jeremy turned to look behind him, his eyes widening slightly, before turning back to Michael. "There is literally no one in line except for us," Jeremy accused. Christine kept smirking at Michael while she pulled Jeremy to his usual table.

Brooke came up behind him and patted his shoulder sympathetically. "I'm screwed," Michael groaned, watching as Jeremy burst into laughter that he tried to cover up with his hand. "You are," She agreed, "But if you ask for his number it's not going to hurt anyone,"

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Yup! Here, I'll take the counter while you go get his number."

Michael gasped, "Brooke, you are literally amazing and I love you more than video games,"

Brooke just laughed and slightly shoved him towards Jeremy's direction, "Go get your man!"

When Michael started to approach Jeremy and Christine's table, the latter spotted him and got up to make their way to the bathrooms.

Great, Michael thought, Just me and guy I've been crushing on for months. Yippee.

Jeremy looked up at him, "Um, you could sit?" He asked hesitantly. When Michael didn't make any motion to move, he said "Of course you don't have to if you don't want to!"

Michael shook himself from his stupor. "Yeah no it's good, I, uh, just wanted to know if I could get your number?" He asked, nervously rubbing his neck.

Jeremy looked like someone Michael had just spontaneously combusted. "Oh. Yeah! Sure!" Jeremy stammered out, scribbling with a pen onto a spare napkin.

Jeremy grinned and handed the napkin to Michael.

Michael took it and walked back to the counter in a daze.