Nab3rries - Sam Sam Sam

when I'm trying to focus but shifting exists

Me in my next life getting DR ideas and daydreaming and suddenly ending up there (I scripted I'm a master shifter)

i want that drama queen badge soooooo bad. because its like a little joke for me. and tom riddle (he is a drama queen). idk does that make sense????? anyway i took the quiz so why !! won’t !! it !! give !! me !! the !! badgesss !! AAAA

excuse me...terf shifters? terf shifters have COMMUNITY? WTF

if you're in shiftblr and a terf, block me now. I don't want to see you on my dash again.

　　　the chronicles of emma's marauders dr. . . ౨ৎ the autumn air at hogwarts had a peculiar bite that year. a nip that whispered, “change is coming,” as though it were a narrator leaning out of a brontë novel. for emma, however, that sixth year began not with the rustling leaves of destiny, but with the sound of the whomping willow absolutely walloping someone into oblivion.

by breakfast the next morning, the great hall was alive with its usual din of students scarfing down toast and pumpkin juice. but dumbledore’s announcement, delivered with a kind of tragic grandeur, like a king recounting the fall of troy, was anything but ordinary. the morning news announcer had met their untimely demise (or at least a rather severe concussion) courtesy of hogwarts' most aggressive tree.

emma, seated at the gryffindor table with a crumbling croissant in hand, felt a spark behind her glasses that could have lit a thousand chandeliers. galleons. no, gringotts vaults. flashed in her mind’s eye. “oh.... merlin,” she murmured, her voice barely audible over the clatter of plates. the phrase wasn’t prayerful; it was jubilant.

by the time lunch rolled around, she was already halfway to mcgonagall’s office, the smell of opportunity thick as honey in the air. Interviews for the new morning news announcer would be conducted posthaste, and emma, prefect, gryffindor, academically formidable with a surname prestigious enough to make even lucius malfoy raise an eyebrow, knew the position was hers. the word "interview" was merely a formality, like calling the sky "blue" or history "long."

the waiting area was a dreary corridor with an unenthusiastic fern wilting in the corner. beside her sat a fourth-year whose nerves were strung tighter than a violin in a vivaldi concerto. “sooo… you’re trying out to be the morning announcement person too?” emma asked, her tone casual, like she was asking about the weather or whether the one who shall not be named preferred tea or coffee.

the boy stammered, every word tripping over the last like lemmings hurling themselves into the abyss. “y-yeah… i th-think it would be r-really f-fu-fun! and it’d ra-raise my s-s-s-self-esteem.” he finished with a hopeful grin, as though emma might pat him on the back and say, good for you, sport.”

emma did not.

when mcgonagall called his name—"mike"—and he shuffled inside, emma stifled a laugh that threatened to bubble up like cauldron foam. alone at last, she leaned back, legs crossed, eyes half-lidded with feline confidence. “oh, i’ve got this job in the bag,” she muttered, the phrase curling in the air like smoke from a witch’s cauldron. sure, she had her very famous anonymous newsletter...but...she had to get her voice further out there. she had to destroy coriolanus snow.

but then, because fate loves a good plot twist, third-year boy plopped down beside her, exuding the kind of overconfidence usually reserved for heroes in bad adventure novels. “who are you?” emma asked, her voice a scalpel of disinterest.

“kacey millard,” he replied with a flourish, his voice dripping with self-importance. "i’m in third year, and people have always told me i have the voice of an angel dipped in butter.” he grinned, unrepentant. “my friends call it ‘audible chocolate.’ i’m here to get that chocolate on the airwaves.”

emma’s grimace could have soured milk. before she could formulate a reply dripping with the venom of a brontë antagonist, mcgonagall emerged, dismissed mike, and gestured at emma.

inside the office, the air was heavy with that peculiar authority mcgonagall always carried. “read this,” the professor instructed, handing emma a sheet of parchment.

emma adopted an expression so innocent it could’ve been sold at a toy shop. “professor...excuse my french, but what’s a ‘moronic old hag of a woman’?”

mcgonagall blinked, bewildered. “what? why are you asking me that?”

“well,” emma began with the sweetness of a poisoned apple, “it’s just that the..kid.. kacey said that’s what you were.”

when emma stepped out of the office, kacey was waiting, his face alight with misplaced optimism. she gave him a slow, toothy grin that could have made the mona lisa blush. he looked horrified.

the morning at hogwarts dawned with the crispness of parchment freshly unfurled. the kind of air that whispered secrets through the castle’s draughty corridors. emma, perched at the head of the gryffindor table, was already flipping through the day’s announcements with the air of someone holding a map to buried treasure. and fully prepared to narrate the excavation. her prefect badge glinted under the enchanted ceiling, and her quill was poised to scribble some commentary.

by mid-morning, the great hall’s enchanted speakers crackled to life, carrying emma’s dulcet tones to every corner of the castle. her voice was bright and poised, the kind of tone that one might mistake for innocence… until it wasn’t.

“morning, hogwarts,” she began, the voice drawing out the attention of even the most half-asleep students. “these are the morning announcements, and i am emma [...]. all forms for the schoolbook must be handed to mr. flitwick in his office by the end of the school day today.” she paused, humming lightly in mock thoughtfulness. “doesn’t seem like they gave us a lot of notice on that. oh well.”

her quill twirled idly as she read on. “for lunch today, the great hall will be serving a variety of foods from europe… in celebration of… europe week.” she paused again, this time with a languid sigh. “remember when we used to have a more broad variety of foods? i mean, what has happened to our school? this school is transforming into something really bad. and why? because we have leadership that doesn’t care. i’m talking, of course, about our student body president, coriolanus snow.”

somewhere in the middle of potions, coriolanus (also known as emma's nr one biggest rival, so much so, that lily coined it a cold war) rolled his eyes, a gesture as elegant as it was disdainful. his quill paused mid-stroke, though he didn’t bother looking up from his parchment.

emma’s voice carried on, growing bolder with every syllable. “ever since coriolanus was elected student body president, this school has started a rapid decline towards some… socialist regime, where students no longer have a voice.” she let the silence that followed sit for just a beat too long, perfectly calibrated for dramatic effect.

“the astronomy tower will be closed off today,” she continued, picking up the parchment again. “all students in the astronomy class will be meeting in the divination classroom instead.” there was an audible rustle as she tossed the parchment aside. “oh, so now the school is using money to do something to the astronomy tower. how old and outdated is our quidditch field? what other school has a 400-year-old quidditch field? our school president is turning this whole place into communist russia. it’s not a coincidence that once coriolanus snow took off, this school started falling apart at the seams. your professors don’t want to tell you, but they are scared, and they should be. because the very fabric of this school is tearing in all corners.”

a few students exchanged wide-eyed glances. somewhere, a hufflepuff whispered nervously, “oh, jeez.”

emma, unfazed and evidently thriving, leaned back in her chair. she held the microphone with one hand, the other gesturing grandly as though she were conducting an orchestra. “but, hey,” she said, her tone pivoting seamlessly to mock humility, “i’m just a normal kid just like you, except that i ask questions. and because i’m brave enough to ask questions, i come under scrutiny.” she paused for effect.

“is coriolanus using your hogsmeade galleons to buy narcotics? probably not. but how can we know?! i don’t want my hogsmeade money going to drugs! who’s taking these drugs? is coriolanus letting them? what would be the point? i’m asking questions.”

the broadcast ended with a resounding click as the speakers cut off abruptly. likely due to professor mcgonagall storming into the broadcast room and yanking the magical connection herself. but the damage, as they say, was done. by the time the echoes of emma’s words faded from the hallways, her name was already on every student’s lips, a ripple of chaos spreading through the castle like fiendfyre. james and sirius were probably clapping somewhere in the classrooms. bravo.

she, of course, manipulated her way to being able to tell the morning announcements again.

“good morning, students,” she started one morning. “the quidditch team practices are friday afternoon. that is, of course, if our student body president does something about our abysmal quidditch field. i have a question: what does coriolanus snow actually do? he’s supposed to be the president, right? what is his agenda? he’s lying to everyone. or is he? let’s ask these questions.”

and that happened the next day.

“now i want to talk briefly about the state of our school’s economy. the bake sale last week was a complete failure.”

anddd the next.

“and besides that, who actually voted for coriolanus snow?” she plopped the paper on the table for dramatic effect. “i know i didn’t. and everyone who did is now scratching their heads and going, ‘whoops. guess i shouldn’t have done that.’”

andddd the next.

“i’m not in the student council. i’m just a normal kid like all of you, and like all of you, i want to know what has happened to my schkewl.”

soon, she had a full-on room dedicated to her. props and all. she even asked lily to give her muggle soundtape so she could add a little foreword music… it being ‘queen.’

“lunch today is going to be, as always, a feast without any apple pasties. again,” she sighed. “friends, our school is dying and you know it. you feel it. you’re like me, you wanna change it. but, oh no, coriolanus snow’s not going to let that happen. this is not the school that we grew up in. and i don’t know if i can get it back.”

the corridors of hogwarts were quiet, the sort of silence that felt like the school itself was holding its breath. emma’s footsteps echoed against the stone walls as she twirled her wand absentmindedly, her prefect badge catching the dim glow of the torches. beside her, coriolanus snow walked with his usual posture of practiced disdain, his robes pristine and his prefect badge gleaming as though it had never seen a speck of dust.

“you’re an idiot,” he said without looking at her, his voice cool and clipped, like a professor reprimanding a particularly unruly first-year.

emma, unbothered as ever, smiled up at him. “you’re going to have to be more specific. i’ve been called many things, but i like to know what particular brand of idiocy i’m being accused of tonight.”

he stopped walking, turning to face her with a look that could have frozen the entire black lake. “you know exactly what I’m talking about.”

she tilted her head, her expression a mask of innocence that only made him more exasperated. “oh, is this about the morning announcements? i thought i’d been doing quite a service to the school. rousing the masses, asking the tough questions, exposing corruption—”

“you’re calling me a communist.”

“technically,” she said, holding up a finger, “i’m calling you the architect of a socialist regime, which is much more nuanced.”

coriolanus pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like a curse. “do you even understand how ridiculous you sound? me? a communist? i’m a pureblood slytherin with a lineage that practically glows in the dark from its superiority complex. my father was the minister of magic, for merlin’s sake.”

emma’s toothy smile softened slightly as she reached out and lightly tapped his arm with her wand. “relax, coryo. it’s just a bit of fun.”

“it’s not fun when half the school is whispering behind my back and the other half is calling me comrade snow,” he snapped, though there was a trace of something weary beneath the irritation. she suppressed a laugh. "merlin, first it was that reckless anonymous newsletter, now this."

she stopped twirling her wand and tucked it away, her grin fading into something gentler. “oh, come on. you don’t actually care what they think, do you? you’re coriolanus snow. nothing sticks to you. you’re like teflon.”

his brow furrowed, and for a moment, he looked almost…tired. “of course i care. do you have any idea how much i’ve worked to maintain my reputation? people like you can get away with this…this foolishness because everyone already adores you. but me?”

emma’s heart did a funny little twist at the vulnerability slipping through the cracks of his usual armor. “well, if it makes you feel any better,” she said, taking a half-step closer, “i’ve always thought you were brilliant.”

he blinked, caught off guard. “you have?”

“don’t let it go to your head,” she teased, her toothy smile returning. “but yes. i may not agree with…well, most of what you say or do, but you’re clever. ambitious, i suppose. you’ve got that whole dark and brooding thing down to an art form.”

for a moment, he just stared at her, his gray eyes searching hers as if trying to decide whether or not she was mocking him. then, almost imperceptibly, the corners of his mouth twitched upward.

“you’re insufferable,” he said, but his tone lacked its usual bite.

“you’re welcome,” she replied breezily.

they resumed their patrol, the silence between them lighter now, almost companionable. as they turned a corner, emma glanced at him from the corner of her eye. maybe she did...sort of cross a line.

“you know,” she said, her voice soft, “if it’s really bothering you, i’ll stop with the announcements. i don’t want to make things harder for you.”

he stopped again, looking at her with an expression she couldn’t quite read. “you’d do that?”

"sure,” she said, shrugging. “just say the word. i'm a bit too lazy to write all that stuff anyway.”

he hesitated, then shook his head. “no. if you stopped now, everyone would think i forced you. and besides…” he allowed himself a small, wry smile. “your idiotic ramblings are strangely…endearing.”

she laughed, a bright, clear sound that echoed through the empty corridor. “i’ll take that as a compliment.”

as they continued their patrol, emma couldn’t help but notice the faintest hint of warmth in his voice when he said, “don’t let it go to your head.”

When someone asks me why I want to permashift I typically say because I want to be with my comfort characters.

But on a deeper level I’d say I want to permashift because of how disgusting this world is towards women. Once I started realizing that literally every man I know has said something misogynistic I realized ya’ll were being for real when saying “most men”. I feel as there is no hope for women here, at least not with the way men are stirring today. Misogyny is so deeply woven through society that I even struggle imagining how life would be without it. I sometimes wish I could go back to being oblivious to this bigotry, I also think this is why a lot of women push back on feminism because it really brings an awareness to one’s self that life isn’t going to treat you the same. The sexualization in particular is something that really upsets me. The way movies and shows always have female nudity, the way women are posed in ads or magazines. It’s like we cannot be just human. The way everyone manages to point their finger to a woman every single time something happens, including women. Misogyny is so bad in our culture that even women are against women. Men’s needs will always be put over women’s needs whether its standards or medically. This is a topic that plagues my mind everyday and gets me incredibly upset, so much so that it’s my biggest motivation to permashift.

I NEED TO KISS A GIRL AAAHHHHH

my island wr 🌺

i created this wr a year ago when i was missing my favorite country (greece).

the island is a mix of all med countries but leans heavily on greece.

think of the hottest, most vibrant, sun drenched island. you can hear the gentle breeze, the hum of cicadas, and the lull of music nearby. it smells of sweet flowers, herbs and ocean.

me 🌺

absolutely no idea about my age or appearance. this isn’t a dr with a backstory. it’s just me existing in a pretty place. i probably look like myself but better.

i can speak any language i want to, and have any skill i want.

i can enter any dr from here instantly.

culture 🌺

island name: apria

language: something like greek (or just greek)

architecture: cycladic

music: mix of greek and turkish

food: greek and turkish

people: it isn’t just an empty world - people go about their life. there’s plenty of people to meet and interact with.

no one from my cr will be there.

my house 🌺

i have a house that is always clean, and has anything i’ll ever need. and the best view ever ofc. i have a quad to go over the entire island.

THE PRINCESS & THE FROG ✶ ASK GAME

౨ৎ shifting ask game inspired by disney's the princess and the frog to explore your desired realities. ( reblog for asks )

﹙🪜﹚ : TIANA'S PLACE . . . what is your big dream? the goal you've spent all your life working towards? why is it your biggest desire? who inspired it?

﹙🎺﹚ : LOVABLE LOUIS . . . who is the dorkiest person you know? someone so naive it's concerning but somehow still part of their charm? where did you meet them? perhaps in a bayou while you were transformed into a frog?

﹙🎀﹚ : PRETTY PRINCESS . . . who is your best friend? the one person who would kiss a frog just to get you want you've always wanted? who picks you up after you've fallen into a table of beignets?

﹙🥄﹚ : GOOD FOOD . . . what connects you to the people around you? is it as simple as a good homemade dinner? maybe a similar hobby? the shared memories?

﹙💋﹚ : FROGGY KISSES . . . how has your relationship with your s/o developed? were you reluctant to your feelings at first? did you go from bickering to locking eyes for a little too long? did every one else know expect you two?

﹙🃏﹚ : ON THE OTHER SIDE . . . have you ever gotten your cards read? gotten your future detailed? was it something you wanted to hear? or something you now dread?

﹙✨﹚ : BRIGHT EVANGELINE . . . who makes your life bright as the northern star? the guiding light in the chaos?