Also The Time Period Of This Dr Is Technically The 1950/1960s But Like. In A Chilling Adventures Of Sabrina

yeaaah sure keep fearing that they won't like you when whatever divine they pray to recites the colors of your irises in fear of being replaced. like your eyes are the only thing that is bound to unmake them.

16 likes on tiktok is embarrassing but 16 likes on tumblr is like winning a grammy

lazy people probably won't want to read it 🙄🙄 HAHSHDA

How to shift: EMBODY YOUR DR SELF!! ☀️

Fuck the five senses

Most of us always focus on the process of shifting, the symptoms, the 5 senses, overanalyze our process and being very critical of ourselves, we try to analyze why we don't shift, giving ourselves excuses and explanations Saying "I didn't do enough", "I should have tried harder" I wish you guys to STOP THAT.

Actually, none of the above matters. The reason you think the methods, meditation, etc matters it's because of your assumptions and beliefs because you didn't get there and you think "you're doing something wrong" and you ARE NOT, leave that mentality behind and stop seeing shifting as a task or obligation, as something with steps that must be followed to the letter.

Stop and get back to BASICS, When you are trying to get to your DR, stop thinking and focus on "I have to get there" just think that YOU ARE THERE, think ABOUT YOU, about your dr self, who are you in your dr? This is why it is very important that you like your dr's self, and not just an "improved 2.0 me, now with ultra-powered engines" because it just makes you feel uncomfortable, and you need to feel comfortable with being your dr self, You must like being yourself, you must know yourself, dive into your brain and connect with your dr self and with who you're there.

And when you connect with who you are there, forget about everything else, forget how many breaths you have to take, what number you are on, or if you visualize enough, just connect with you, with who you are. By connecting with your 5 senses and with the environment, you are not traveling, I mean this is okay but when you're trying to shift, the shift it's in the mindset, not in the around, it happens in your subconscious, it happens when you become that person, you are becoming your dr self not your environment, WHO ARE YOU? Connect with that person. Start with "Who am I?" "What am I doing here?" "What is my name?" Until it becomes a natural flow, connect with your thoughts until it becomes a natural flow. You did it, you've shifted, when you are fully connected to your dr self and you no longer need to think like your dr self thinks, you are there, and nothing else matters, fuck if "your environment tells you otherwise", It doesn't matter what you see, hear or feel anymore, you are in your dr and you are your dr's person. You know that you're there because of your mindset, enjoy that because that is shifting, that is change, YOU HAVE TO CHANGE, this is manifesting, and manifestation happens instantly when you change your mindset.

The process of shifting doesn't have to take a long time, it doesn't have to take years, the only reason it takes you so long is because you see it as homework. Get out of that mindset, connect with yourself, change your mindset, delate everything else, stop making everything so difficult. "I didn't shift last night because-" STOP, there's no reason you haven't shifted. We shift in every decision we make, when you go to bed YOU HAVE ALREADY SHIFTED, but you are not going to accept it and you MUST accept it.

Why you should embody your dr self (good for lazy shifters):

You should try to connect with your dr self instead of using the five senses or connecting with your dr it's because:

1. It's a bit backwards to try to connect with your surroundings instead of yourself. As I said before, you are not shifting to be your environment, you are shifting to be you, to be your dr self. (Although I'm not saying that using all 5 senses is a bad thing, but you shouldn't focus only on that)

2. Embodying your dr self bypasses all the extra shit about you just lying in your bed trying to shift. The moment you connect with your dr's self, you have already shifted, because if you were not in your dr you would not be able to access the thoughts of your dr self. And when you are focused on this, you are no longer focused on the symptoms and that is the best thing that can happen to you because YOU SHOULDN'T FOCUS ON THE SYMPTOMS because it's not a physical process, physical change comes after the change of mentality. Connecting with your dr self's thoughts is much better than memorizing affirmations and meditating, it's more natural, you enjoy it more and it's less tiring.

3. In the case that your physical environment does not end up changing, you end up connecting with your dr self (THAT IS SO IMPORTANT) you alredy had the mindset shift. And many people when they start doing all this, they start having dreams about themselves being their dr self, and having experiences in their dreams being their dr self, and that is SO GOOD (it's literally happening to me) Taking this post into account, I assure you that YOU WILL SEE CHANGES YES OR YES this is a connecting point.

• Please make this post viral, shifters need to know this 🙏🙏

This was a summary of @shaysplanett's 7 and 10 minute videos. We love her (she was really helpful to me)

shifting is for those who refused to give up their childlike sense of wonder

　what's in my marauders dr bag . . packed & ready

hiii hiiii hiiiii this is just a little peek inside my bag from my marauders dr. she's heavy, slightly cursed, probably illegal in at least three wizarding jurisdictions. i've had her since fourth year, she was a gift from my aunt effie. technically it's a charmed handbag (ignore the dior labels, this is the closest one i could find), but she's been through so much she's basically sentient now. anyway. here's what’s inside. she's messy. she's loved. she's full of secrets and seashells and other girly things. ( p.s., the prettiest top collage ever inspired from this prettiest post ever )

﹐ a lip gloss called "veritaserum." and another lip gloss named "blood witch" from that one weird potions girl who makes bootleg beauty products behind the greenhouse.

﹐ a blood quill, obviously. for correspondence and kink.

﹐ a note from sirius black that just says "?"

﹐ my head girl badge.

﹐ mints i stole from slughorn's office in 4th year.

﹐ banned potions disguised in vitamin bottles

﹐ the tears of a veela. mine.

﹐ a howler i refuse to open because i know it's from my mother.

﹐ a hexed compact mirror that only shows enemies.

﹐ the frog from divination class. he is named jean-paul croak-tre.

﹐ five galleons. one is cursed. i forget which.

﹐ an unopened chocolate frog card. i know it's rowena ravenclaw. i'm saving it for when i need her advice

﹐ dried rose petals and cigarette ash from last tuesday's séance.

﹐ bubblegum that explodes. literally.

﹐ a cursed friendship bracelet from a girl i hexed in first year. still cute though.

﹐ three different copies of witch weekly for literary reasons.

﹐ scraps of parchment with half-written poems and full mental breakdowns.

﹐ a pin that says "kiss me i'm fluent in latin."

﹐ a pressed four-leaf clover from the forbidden forest (don't ask).

﹐ a note from from my boyfriend.

﹐ a tiny bronze bell from a slavic shrine, wrapped in satin. never rings unless danger is near.

﹐ one (1) extremely illegal time-turner hidden inside an empty chocolate box.

﹐ my wand (9¾, cedar, unicorn hair, emotionally unstable).

﹐ parchment. quill. inkpot. all monogrammed. all haunted.

﹐ torn page from witch weekly titled "do pureblood girls get to have fun?" (answer: yes, but only if they're armed.)

　˖ ˚ ⋅　charmed cigarette case with . . . two cloves. one sweetroll (half-squashed). a list of the cutest boys in our year, produced by ten girls in the 4th year, later re-produced a couple years after. cigarettes....obviously. a silver heart keychain. a tiny scroll scroll of things i have to not do as head girl.

﹐ ancient-looking ring i stole from my great-aunt.

﹐ homework with sirius black's teeth marks in the corner. yeah, don't ask.

﹐ honeydukes receipt for . . . 1 exploding bonbon, 4 sugar quills, and 13 salted licorice wands (stress eating is a sport).

﹐ half-written essay on the goblin rebellions of 1612 that just says "goblins were right actually."

﹐ lip liners in every shade.

﹐ cracked seashell from a childhood holiday in marseille. sharp. sacred. kissed by selkies, probably.

﹐ antique silver compact mirror from my great-grandmother, hexed to say affirmations and family gossip.

﹐ tiny pair of embroidery scissors shaped like a stork. somehow menacing.

﹐ loose pearls, but not from a necklace, i just collect them.

﹐ stray earring with a snake motif. not mine. no intention of returning it.

﹐ combs. so many combs. why so many combs? you'll never know.

﹐ the marauders map i took from cousin james as he is not to be trusted with it.

﹐ a flask (yes it is alcohol, yes it is needed, yes it is not allowed).

﹐ a bloodstained tarot card. not mine. not recent.

﹐ red ribbon from the last slytherin vs gryffindor match i won. magically preserved in the shape of a middle finger.

　˖ ˚ ⋅　undetectable extension charm containing . . . silk gloves from paris. stolen love potion. backup wand. emergency frogspawn soap. flask of undiluted veritaserum. first edition copy of the inferi's wife annotated in glitter pen. pressed wildflowers from the forbidden forest. allegedly non-toxic. allegedly.

﹐ quill that autocorrects any essay to sound at least three iq points smarter.

﹐ small photograph of me & james at age 7. he's holding a frog. i'm holding a knife. balance.

﹐ scented stationary from an obscure russian stationery house run by veela descendants.

﹐ sugar mouse i never ate. i think it might be sentient now.

﹐ slip of parchment that says "do you believe in fate? circle one: yes / no / maybe" in black ink.

﹐ password list for all the house common rooms. not for sneaking. for diplomacy. obviously.

﹐ folded note from mary that says "if i die during potions, avenge me."

﹐ library ban list (handwritten by madam pince) that i'm definitely not respecting.

﹐ my secret head girl journal. every page booby-trapped with a mild jinx so boys can't read it.

﹐ a secret staircase chart annotated with little hearts where coryo has kissed me / pissed me off.

﹐ list of hexes i know in alphabetical order. "accidental castration" is under "a."

﹐ tiny crystal i stole off dumbledore's desk. no reason. it's just pretty. i think he's onto me.

i’m literally so done with this reality i am going to script a new dr where i literally relive life (from the very start) in an earth where discrimination (of any sort) capitalism the patriarchy misogyny colonialism and other shit stuff has never existed and never will and just chill tf out. Not like my better cr drs where i do a fix-it au with my life. No. A completely different live. I’m so done

ok bye

i love thinking about how me and tom will visit the library of alexandria when we are doing our time traveling shenanigans because we heard there are books on horcruxes there . or about how we will sneak into a vampires masquerade ball in the 1600s france because of the same reason. like. we’re just going on quests at this point. adventuring with my sorta evil boyfriend! we certainly will NOT get into trouble at all…… yeah.

A     TRIPTYCH     FOR

THE DEATH OF PRIDE

 𓊈 𓇖 𓊉

             I. The fall of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Ward

It is the year 1950 and the 26th of July when perhaps the leading family of British wizarding aristocracy—certainly the most elite, the most feared, the most traditional—falls apart because of infighting. The thing about these noble families is that they don’t always get along, isn’t it? Well, the Ward’s infamously never got along. They were quite the dynasty, the first children of the first children always having three to four children per generation, which meant cousins uncles aunts that sometimes never even met. They were not closely knit, like you would see the Malfoy’s, or the Black’s, or the Gaunt’s being. Despite this, they were all known for their pride, their almost obsessive passions, their fickle temper, their dramatics, and their powerful magic—but never known for having similar ideals of politics. It was both their differences and their similarities that caused their end.

On the fifth birthday of the heir, the Ward’s—for the first time in two centuries—were all in the same place, at the same time. The ancestral seat of the Ward’s (which was dubbed “Fools March” after an incident an heir of House Ward had with Merlin) had welcomed the weight of the family’s magics and their horrid attitudes gracefully, and was repaid in Ward fashion. It took a simple, misplaced comment from a cousin to the third uncle of the heir for the family to put on their metaphorical suit and armor—choose which side to take and ready their shields and swords (presumably all metaphorical) to fight. Imagine a baroque battle scene painting. Now imagine enraged and crazed wizards and witches instead of knights and stallions, imagine their swords and spears as wands and flashes of green red white blue magic. Imagine burnt tapestries and carpets and drapes. Imagine broken vases and broken stained glass, burnt wooden floors, and caved down ceilings around them.

What happens when a family filled to the brim with magical prowess and uncontrollable force turn on each other? Well, they turn their ancestral seat into ruins, and themselves into corpses.

             II. The raising of Judith Ward

She is not proud of her surname, Judith. Her mother told her she shouldn’t be, so she isn’t. She is a flower birthed by Fool’s March’s soil, the roots of her name in the first first-child of the first Lord Ward. She was planted on foreign soul at the age of five, by the shaky hands of a young mother that was left family-less, determined to make her child better than all of them. So, Judith Ward isn’t proud of her family. She does not enjoy displays of richness and she does not enjoy her mothers tired eyes. She does not enjoy the thought of her destructive family. She is not proud of her bursts of magic, and she is not proud of the way she looks, because her mother gets that sad look when she says ‘you have your grandfathers face’.

Her mother, beautiful like lilies, withered when her home soil got covered by ash and grime. Judith Ward works hard to make her mother proud. She studies well and does well in school. She has muggle friends, and she goes to the cinema to watch muggle movies. She tells her of the funny future-visions she has, to hear a burst of laughter. She finds little trinkets to fill their little London home with. She doesn’t throw tantrums when she doesn’t get what she wants, because she is not proud, and she refuses to be spoiled. She reads books she likes and talks to her mother about them. She pets stray cats and stays away from stray dogs, as her mother is scared of them. She reads the articles her mother writes on the newspaper, even though some words are too long to understand.

Judith Ward is not proud of her surname, because her family was bad. Judy is proud of her little family, her and her mother, because they are good people. She will grow petals and bloom under the careful and gentle watch of her mother.

             III. (Who will you see in her eyes?)

You will see the budding historian Judith Ward, who intends to keep all her findings, analysis, commentary to herself, thank you very much. It is not a matter of pride━her curiosity has driven her to dabble in the dangerous art of time travel, and she simply wishes to not be sentenced to a Dementor’s Kiss before her first kiss.

You will see a passionate (obsessed) daughter, fascinated by ancient civilizations, obscure historical events, and the concept of time passing. Not fascinated by the future, because she sees it. You will see that she finds joy in little things, and that she could find a little bit of soul and have something sentimental to say about many things. You will see that she has bloomed into a beautiful lily, like her mother. You will see that the once-foreign soil she inhabited, she has turned into a garden. You will see that she has strong magic and a stronger heart and a lot of love. You will see that she is kind, that she is not prideful.

 𓊈 𓅪 ╱ 𓇖 𓊉

 𓊈 𓉳 𓊉

i guess this is my introduction for my second hogwarts dr???? there isn't much about me here but this is like. the vibes. the aura. the atmosphere. heir of a fallen house, slytherin, seer, historian, time-traveler, incredibly sentimental. i am weirdly alia atreides-coded in this dr. from dune: messiah . a bit of “vinsmoke” sanji and nico robin sprinkled in. from one piece . idk its really not as dramatic as i made it sound here i just tapped into my 2021-wattpad-ocxcharacter-fanfic-era energy whilst writing.

more may come about this dr. or maybe not! depends completely on my mood! hope you enjoyed reading!!!

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💬 0  🔁 0  ❤️ 0 · A     TRIPTYCH     FOR THE DEATH OF PRIDE 𓊈 𓇖 𓊉 I. The fall of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Ward It is the year

just posted something about this dr 😌

thinking about my other hogwarts dr (i have a lot of them. 🙂‍↕️) where i will spend the majority of my time in hogwarts and my 20s researching and experimenting different ways of time travel, simply to satiate my curiosities. i will be a historian for my own sake and i will not publish any of my findings (i probably would be put into azkaban, as time travel is against the law).

i want to be the person that figures out how to time travel with no additional accessories (e.g. a time turner). i want to know how the ancient egyptians/greeks/romans/chinese/turks did their magic. how did it tie into their religious beliefs? was there a muggle/witch separation (i assume the statue of secrecy is only for the UK)? what was the norm, did they categorize kinds of magic (light/dark etc.)? what was disallowed (like how blood magic is taboo in europe’s wizarding world)? did they strictly use wandless magic? did they have other means of channeling magic (artwork, dancing, singing, music, poetry/literature, etc.)? did they cast spells or was it less structured? did they have incantations or was it pure feeling?

i could script all of this just to have an idea, but i really want to just learn for myself idk. like there is learning from secondary sources and there is being the primary source yourself. idk the idea of being a time traveling witch . its so cool. I’M so cool. Wow

somewhere between lumos and leviosa

marauders dr wand breakdown

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if you’re magic, you’re born into this world with a little bit of an itch, just a bothersome little crackle in your fingertips, a tingle in your brain, a need to do something, make something, break something — construction, destruction, transmutation — you were made to create .. but lacked the tool to channel that power

the wand is not only a piece of equipment. it’s a companion, a teacher, an extension of your mind — and the right wand finds you

mine found me after six different attempts, i was growing restless, my eleven year old attention span was wearing very thin and another false positive would have sent me into a spiral

but then i was handed this beauty :

9.5” inches of dark red sandalwood, the kind that is found deep in the forests of karnataka. it encases a mere four strands of mermaid hair, braided together and kept in place by the sturdy celestite crystal near the base of the wood. embedded with both a source of magic (the mermaid hair) and a source of mediation (the crystal), this wand has a power that revels in the extremes, whatever the spectrum, it enjoys testing its limits. and to combat this detrimentally curious nature, the oxidised silver handle allows for a form of equilibrium, balancing the scales of both the wand and the witch that wields it —

red sandalwood :

from a tree that thrives in tropically dry and arid soil, red sandalwood (or sandalwood in general) is deeply paradoxical in its nature, it’s multifaceted, it’s twin layered — on the one hand, it enjoys an environment without much moisture, but on the other hand, sandalwood will always be associated with the moon and water — protective symbols of light and darkness, chaos and consolation — wielders with wands of this nature may find their magic is stronger at night, more acute during a full moon, a little temperamental at a new moon, and ever so inclined to natural, elemental magic … [excels in charms, alchemy and ancient runes]

mermaid hair :

an unusual wand core, mermaid hair reverberates at a level of serene melancholy, it engages well with those that thrive in solidarity. very loyal in nature — it will not be easily swayed to another wielder if stolen or even won in battle. it seeks freedom and exploration and is inclined to wielders that are curious and experimental in their magic. when mastered, this core has a proclivity to enhance the mental stimulation of its wielder and empower some forms of wandless magic, opting to be subconsciously linked rather than practically used. because of this deeply personal connection between the wand core and its wielder, mermaid hair wands tend to be a novelty and passed down between generations of the same family, much like mermaids and their tightly knit bonds, so, if a wielder is randomly chosen by a mermaid hair wand, they might want to look into their family history … [excels in potions, herbology and alchemy]

celestite crystal :

highly vibrational in nature, celestite is both fragile yet powerful. when tethered to something sturdy and dependable, celestite has the ability to transmute and enhance the energy of its host and one needs to only touch it to feel the charge of its power. it is used by many seers and mages, adorned on their person as a beacon of psychic activation, giving clarity to clairvoyant messages, and when used right, it can revolutionise dreams to be more vivid and memorable. on the more practical side, both wizards and muggles alike use this crystal for its flammability — in fireworks and potions, to destroy cursed objects and burn bloodied runes — this crystal can start a flame with just a sliver of a shard, if left uncontrolled … [excels in potions, ancient runes and defence against the dark arts]

oxidised silver :

renowned for its safety and protective properties, silver has been used for millennia to ward off vampires, werewolves and malevolent spirits (though the accuracy of this belief is debatable), it explains the age of the wand itself — a wand encased in silver has lived a long life and has probably been used for many centuries. the element of change and the cycles of life and death pass by, but the power of silver doesn’t diminish, it only evolves — the oxidised nature of silver responds to the temperament of the wielder, the way they hold the wand, the placement of their hand, and it blackens around the grasp — light surrounded by darkness, the shadow beneath the flame, death preceding rebirth … [excels in transfiguration, alchemy, and ancient runes]

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