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i play the harp and tom plays the violin by the way . just remembered this little bit . Hahahhahahahsjshxkehdkexiowjdowkx IMISSHIM

some antishifter anon is trying to tell me where to shift now?? mind your own business, honestly . “pick a more interesting place than harry potter” ?????????????? tf?????????

is it very audacious of me to shift to my hogwarts dr, where i will be an illegal time traveling historian and my boyfriend (husband) is tom riddle, without a script? yeah. am i still doing it? yeah.

( 🎀 💋 🃏 ) for the princess and the frog ask game!!

thank you for the ask!! answering for my 𝑔olden trio dr

        𓊈𓇖𓊉

           🎀     ╱. 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?

  i have two people that fit into this category… hermione & ron !! i drop-kicked harry potter out of the narrative for this dr (i love him but… i HAVE to be the main character..), so i get to have his best friends too! jokes aside, we are ride or dies for each other. there has been many times where these two have sacrificed themselves to be a distraction to professors, other students, TROLLS (?????!!!), POACHERS (?!?!??!?!?!?), and many other beings the hogwarts valley has to offer just so that i can continue my exploring and adventuring with nobody bothering me. they also just go along with the crazy shit i come up with because they love me and they like the adventure too, even though they scold me after the adrenaline wears off. we are all attached at the hip. and its not just them that would do anything for me, i would literally go to hell and back, set fire to the earth, do something embarrassing in front of draco malfoy, kill, etc. for them to get what they want. i will literally blood adopt hermione into the tombs family because we want to be sisters. and i will literally marry into ron’s family (ginny) so that we are family. there is a time in 5th year where hermione will tell me about an old lost book that supposedly goes very into detail about for runes can be used to conjure something something about potions . and i’m like, i’ll get that for you babe. and i promptly spend a month or two going out into the hogwarts valley every single night for leads and end up giving her the book as a birthday gift that very year.

basically, we are family, we would do anything and everything for each other: the end.

             💋     ╱. 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?

  i will be shifting to 4th year for the first time, which means ginny will be in 3rd year. there will be no romance for a BITTT . we have always been friends, because of ron. but we get closer in 5th year after i start teaching DADA to everyone in “dumbledore’s army” (which won’t actually be named that, but i haven’t decided on a name and i don’t plan to). she also finally gets to join the quidditch team that year so yeah. she’s always had a bit of a crush on me, but me returning those feelings start around mid-5th year. its a slow thing, our romance . like we get together almost at the end of 6th year. before that, it is a lot of locking eyes and giggling silently, looking up to stare at her only to find her already staring at you (and blushing like a fool), little acts of favoritism that makes your other friends mildly offended (but they don’t really care). the only one that will really KNOW know that there is something going on is ron, because that is his sister and his best-fried that he considers a sister. he isn’t really against it.

the only thing i’ve scripted about us getting together is that it happens on a night where i’ve taken too long to come back from exploring to the common room. at this point, it is obvious to both of us that we like (love) each other. so ginny waited for me to come back, so that we would have the couch in front of the fire place all to ourselves while we talk. and we confess and kiss and all of that stuff . i didn’t want to script it out because its not a movie its my life haha so that’s all i have about this for now

           🃏     ╱. 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?

  well, i am a seer, so i guess i know some bits about my future? the thing is, my visions are not really set in stone, just like how the future isn’t. but there are always some similarities within the visions i see for myself. nothing that i dread, fortunately—it is mostly about the treasures i find later on in my career as a curse breaker. i see locations, little words and hints about whatever the treasure is, sometimes me fighting someone (or something) that is keeping me away from the end goal, etc. sometimes i see more domestic stuff: waking to light kisses on my neck, the smell of my tea and ginny’s coffee when we have breakfast, the feeling of a hug from hermione when i come into her office for a visit, a christmas spent with the weasley’s with bill and fleur holding their baby, etc. etc. all stuff that i want to hear and experience, so life is/will be good haha

                  𓊈 THE PRINCESS & THE FROG ask game .ᐟ 𓊉

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?

AND WHAT OF THE LOVERS . . .                  ╱    . hogwarts desired reality

𓊈 𓇚 𓊉

I. TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE

A curious little thing, Tom Riddle was the day he was born━his eyes, which had just blinked open, had latched its vision onto his mothers hand, and his tiny fingers and his tiny arm had reached up to touch, to see, to learn the love of his mother. This Tom Riddle is borne out of love, and is raised being loved. It makes all the difference. And yet━he is still fascinated by death. Still, he wishes to know of a way to evade it. Still, it makes his skin crawl.

So, he will find a way. Tom Riddle comes to Hogwarts, the school of witchcraft and wizardry, with one goal. Learn enough and beyond to create a path for immortality. A little obsession for a curious little thing.

II. JUDITH WARD

One thing Judy Ward has always possessed is a curious mind. It is a family trait that gives way to another family trait━obsession with ones passion. She has been reading and observing and asking since she was shorter than her mothers office desk. Inquisitive child she was, and curious girl she is━she has latched onto the past and the field of history. Why did it happen? Who did it happen to? Why is it important? How did it change things? Can the effects be seen even now? How did the people live? How were they similar to us? How have we changed from them? What can she learn from them?

But reading about it isn’t enough. It does not satiate her. She needs to live it, to be the primary source, she has to see it, experience it, understand it wholly━so she will. And thus comes the single-minded ambition on traversing through time itself. Maybe figuring out independent time travel will satiate the need for innovation and exploration for this curious mind.

III. PARTNERS IN CRIME

Though surprisingly, not many crimes will be committed in this partnership. You see, these two bring out the best in each other. Albeit these two are intense personalities, their intensity seems to dwindle rather than sharpen—they soften each others jagged corners, ease the tension in their eyes. Suppose its what happens when kindred spirits meet. He knows how to stop her impulsiveness and she knows how to ease his franticness.

Tom knew from the moment he saw her in the restricted section in their first year, saw her focused, widened eyes, the way she would whisper to herself that sounded more like hissing from the outside, and the book she had picked (Advanced transfiguration, Volume III: Threads of reality by Serafina Nott), and knew that she was like him. That she had that purpose to learn, to know, to understand whatever idea her young mind had found most interesting. He needed that singular seven second long insight into the way eleven-year-old Judith Ward chose to spend her afternoon to know that he wanted to be the one. The someone that wouldn’t find him odd, that would maybe talk with him about something other than that stupid quidditch game, or the fucking weather, that he could exist with.

He got what he wanted. Judith Ward had others be friendly enough with her, but she never really got them. She never really got how they could be ambition-less (though when she looks back, she realizes that she and Tom were the only eleven-year-olds that had lifelong ambitions). She never really got why they didn’t scurry to the library to get their hands on whatever new book Madam Moon had brought in. Tom Riddle was a blessing. She latched onto him like she latched onto history━and Tom let her roots grow around him, let her plant him into her little garden of life, let her have him for the rest of their lives.

From that moment onwards, they have never walked alone. The curious little thing and the little historian, partners in crime and life.

𓊈 𓆈 𓊉

 yeah. i don’t know if ANY of this makes sense. but we are soulmates and everything is great haha.

I just think it's funny how fucking overpowered Shanks is

Like he lost his dominant arm at 27 years old

I don't even need to get into the chronic pain that comes with losing a limb, or the balancing problems, especially on a surface that's constantly moving or tilting (ship), especially for doing something physically demanding like fighting

He was already on par with the world's greatest swordsman at the time, and then he lost his arm, and then in less than 10 years he not only learned to use his non dominant hand for everything, he got good enough at it to be so strong and such a threat that he was named an Emperor of the Sea along with three other monsters who: a) all had devil's fruits; b) were all much more experienced; c) were all former members of the Rocks Pirates, a group so strong it took Garp AND Roger working together to take them down; and most importantly d) they didn't have the setback of losing an arm and having to train to fight all over again (assuming he wasn't ambidextrous, and even then considering he still wears his sword on his right side, despite that probably making it a bitch to draw quickly, it seems obvious he at least prefered his left hand).

He's also the only one of the original four Emperors left after all the chaos the Worst Generation brought to the New World.

No wonder Buggy has the king of all inferiority complexes, imagine growing up next to that

　you'll love me at once , the way you did once upon a dream 　　　　　an ask game inspired from @miaojune ౨ৎ ‧ ₊ ⊹ reblog for asks

🪄 . . .  the three good fairies : if you could be granted three things in your dr, gifts, powers, blessings, what would t hey be? what do you most want to take with you?

💌 . . .  true love’s kiss : what’s the kind of love that exists in your dr? romantic or otherwise. is it tender? unhinged? slow like honey or fast like teeth?

📜  . . . the spindle's prophecy : what’s written in the margins of your dr script? little details you never tell anyone but always include? symbols, colours, names, the way the light hits the window at 4pm?

🧹 . . .  the forest cottage : what’s your hideaway? where do you go in your dr when you need to disappear? what’s in that room no one else sees?

🎀 . . .  the dress that changes colours : blue or pink? chaos or calm? what aesthetic contradiction lives inside you? what version of you is at war with the other?

🛏️ . . . one hundred years of sleep : what’s something you're willing to wait for, even if it takes lifetimes? what’s your most ancient desire?

🐍 . . .  the green flames : what’s dangerous in your dr but too beautiful to resist? what do you touch even though you know you shouldn’t?

♣️ . . .  the moment before the spindle : what’s your favourite stillness in your dr? the inhale before the gasp, the step before the fall?

🧁 . . .  the crooked birthday cake : what's imperfect in your dr, but still precious? what detail's a little wrong, a little lopsided, and that's exactly why it matters?

🪁 . . . merryweather’s wish : what’s one wish that rewrites something dark in your dr? a last-minute change to a prophecy, a loophole, a secret softening?

🐦‍⬛ . . .  maleficent’s raven : do you have a pet? a familiar? a pair of eyes in the dark?

🕯️  . . . the cursed spindle : what object in your dr is the most dangerous but the most irresistible? what’s your version of “don’t touch that”?

🪶 . . . the owl with the hat and the coat : is there a moment in your dr that’s a little silly, a little theatrical, totally yours?

🩰 . . .  the woodland waltz : what song always plays in the background of your dr, even if it’s just in your head? what’s your forest soundtrack?

🌙  . . . the sleep dust : what’s something in your dr that puts you at peace instantly? a person? a smell? a phrase? something narcotic and gentle.

🥀 . . .  the thorns : what’s a detail in your dr that keeps others out? protective, defensive, painful. but necessary.

𓊈 𓇚 𓊉 . my waiting room, if you even care . . .

&&.

also the time period of this dr is technically the 1950/1960s but like. in a chilling adventures of sabrina and riverdale sort of way. it is retro and modern. there is modern clothing & fashion trends, etc. idk i have a very specific style set in my for myself in this reality and it is definitely not 60s so. 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!!!

how many hogwarts drs can one have, i say, creating a new pinterest board for yet another hogwarts dr. (This hasn’t happened . yet. i’ve already done it like three times. )

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!!!

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

𝒾 𝒶m a thousand molten stars,

 𓊈 𓇖 𓊉         .                                                                          𝓎our first time seeing this blog? well hello, hi, merhaba, selam, ¡hola!, greetings, welcome.. do make yourself comfortable as you read through the digital proof that my mind is a mess.

⅋.       𝓂y name is sam, i am turkish and eighteen years old ╱ born in 2007. she her.

  𝒾 𝓁ove music, music theory, reading (though i have been too busy to actually pick up a book lately), the idea of studying physics and quantum mechanics (but not the reality of it), making my parents upset with my strong politics, writing, history, maths (at times), piano, sleeping, and good food.

  𝒾 (𝒽eavily) dislike bigots (”a person who has strong, unreasonable beliefs and who does not like other people who have different beliefs or a different way of life” ¹), capitalists, anti-shifters, elitists, TERFs, people i consider stupid (aka. people that don’t respect privacy, bullies (digital or not), “apolitical” people, && many others. i have much hatred in my heart.). if you are self-aware enough to see yourself on this list, do not interact.

  𝒾 𝒽ave many many drs, some of which only float around in my mind as vague ideas, some of which i’ve made scripts for, some of which i think i’ve forgotten that comes back full force annually, some that i obsess over for a maximum of one month before moving on, and some that are my genuine roman empires. i won’t promise aesthetic posts and intros for all of my dr, or even a select few of them, because i am lazy.

                                                                          𓇚

                                             sam’s planetarium. and pinterest.

  𓊈 𓀡 𓊉         . 𝓇eference:

1. “BIGOT | English meaning.” In Cambridge Dictionary, April 2, 2025. Accessed April 7, 2025. https://dictionary.cambridge.org/dictionary/english/bigot.

𓊈 𓇽 𓊉        . sam’s planetarium

                                           𓇚

i.        𝓅olaris: better cr reality. the apple of my eye. call me a fan fiction author the way i am fix-it au-ing my life in my script for this reality. imagine in a democratic türkiye, and the beautiful city of istanbul. life is like this: after school quests with friends (walking along the Bosphorus), a party here and there, sunday’s spent with my mother, attending istanbul fashion week (its a thing!), evenings spent on my laptop typing up cute little tumblr posts, a call to my father who lives across the globe every morning and afternoon, traveling abroad with my mother at every opportunity, designing and making my own clothes, being social.

                                                                                            . . . tag ╱ 𓇕𓇕𓇕

ii.        𝒿upiter: golden trio reality. (disclaimer: FUCK JKR). alie tomb’s life is laughter, gryffindor, exploration, adventure, and magic magic magic. she is the main character, though an odd one. in this peaceful hogwarts, there is not much angst or trauma and more of petty arguments (draco &&. alie), a lot of teenage drama (literally everyone), a lot of unnecessarily dangerous adventuring and exploration (alie, ron, hermione). and a sweet little love story (alie &&. ginny).

                 𓇕𓇕𓇕 ╱ significant other . . . ginny weasley.

                                                                                           . . . tag ╱ 𓇕𓇕𓇕

iii.        𝓅luto: zero reality. in the year 5500, (base reality first name/surname) runs the bar named eden in the most populated city-planet of the milky way. she spends her days squeezing past the metro crowds, scolding twelve year olds that think they can fool her to give them a drink or two, being tiredly amused by the drunken flirting of supposedly intimidating space-pirates, and barely holding back from shouting at rude customers. she loves her job, truly. she also loves her friends. whom are mostly space explorers (ehem. space pirates). she also loves her man. who is also a space “explorer”. you’ll never find her indulging in criminal activities, though.

                 𓇕𓇕𓇕 ╱ significant other . . . roronoa zoro.

                                                                                           . . . tag ╱ 𓇕𓇕𓇕

iv.        𝓂ars: star wars reality. from the planet demortis in the outskirts of the unknown regions comes the second prophesied little god/hero of the jedi order. zara of demortis is fourteen when she is brought to coruscant, which so incredibly different to her home planet that she immediately dislikes it━the never-ending concrete, the skyscrapers, no greenery, no sea, a sky with no stars, and strict order and discipline. zara of demortis, a free girl that can grow life out of her hands, can’t fit into this planet, this jedi order, that seems to reject all she loves. so after she reaches the rank of ‘knight’ under the tutelage of master windu (whom she has a rather complicated relationship with), she flees. to naboo she goes, with its ranging flora, rivers, seas, and oceans, and makes herself a name━promptly catching the attention of an acquaintance and a queen he is protecting.

                 𓇕𓇕𓇕 ╱ significant other . . . padmé naberrie, anakin skywalker.

                                                                                            . . . tag ╱ 𓇕𓇕𓇕

                                           𓇚

𓊈𓉳𓊉        . to be open for observation at a later date . . .

v.        𝓃eptune: marauders reality.                             . . . tag ╱ 𓇕𓇕𓇕

vi.       𝓅ollux: camp half-blood reality.           . . . tag ╱ 𓇕𓇕𓇕

vii.      𝓂ercury: fantasy reality.                         . . . tag ╱ 𓇕𓇕𓇕

viii.     𝒷etelgeuse: time travel: 1900s reality.         . . . tag ╱ 𓇕𓇕𓇕

ix.      𝓉he sun: one piece reality.                               . . . tag ╱ 𓇕𓇕𓇕

x.       𝒷ellatrix: pirate witch reality.                           . . . tag ╱ 𓇕𓇕𓇕

                                                     and much more .

                             𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

                      NAB3RRIES © 2025

little random dump abt my bsd dr(¬w¬") .🍓˚⋆𐙚

my s/o(˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵)

dazai osamu

i love this man and i definitely not gonna kidnap him and louck him in my basement one day haha.....

my name: hannah kotsuya.

age: 17yo will turn 18 after 3 or 4 months i guess.

where im from: my dad is japanese and my mom is from New York, so im half japanese, half american.

for my ability: i really wanted a cool ability but i didnt know what to choose so i just scripted my ability to be elemental control(bro is the avatar).

*my friends in the agency always ask me for a weird favors bc of my ability, like making a snow cones in summer

*me and dazai once had a full-on argument about the best way to eat an orange.

*yosano and naomi convinced me to buy the funniest things when shopping together

* atsushi thinks im rlly cute but a bit scare in a fight (¬_¬")

*i was in the port mafia before join the ada

*ranpo randomly challenges me to "detective duels" where we both try so slove random mysteries first

*me and dazai have a "secret mystery-solving club" but we dont tell anyone bc its just the two of us goofing around

*chuuya refuses to admit it, but i've caught him laughing at my jokes when he thinks no one's watching

dazai always the first one to steal my snacks but then he acts like he doesnt remember doing it

*whenever i try to be serious dazai will make a face or do something random to make me laugh, and ruining my serious moment

*he loves to start deep philosophical conversation just to confuse everyone and then chance the topic to something totally random like "do you think potatoes have feelings?"

just realized the first thing i script into my dr’s are my s/o’s …

how it feels to shift after doing your hair, showering, shaving, putting on lotion, and changing your sheets

Y’all I need him. I NEED THAT MAN. Need him. Want him. *naws at enclosure bars* I NEED HIM SOOOOO BAD. How in the hell is he so cute. DAMN. I need to give him the biggest cuddle ever. I just want to kiss his cute face. Rest my head on his chest. Like BABY COME HOME TO THE KIDS. To call him baby and just stroke his face. I’m so down bad.

YALL THERES A SHIFTING COMMUNITY ON XHS LMAOO WE’RE EVERYWHERE