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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.
how to banish resistance effectively , resistance is not some grand cosmic force, sadly, it’s a habit. so stop. here’s how.
you are not your thoughts. they are not a mirror, not a diagnosis, not proof of failure. they’re just noise. when your brain spits out, 'this isn’t working,' don’t argue, don’t spiral, don’t even take it seriously. let it sit there. watch it fade. because it will. so stop identifying with intrusive thoughts.
resistance only survives if you start negotiating with it. the second you start dissecting a doubt, you’re trapped in its logic. don’t play along. when you get a thought like 'what if this isn’t working?,' just let it sit there unanswered, like an awkward question in a conversation you’ve already checked out of. give it nothing to work with.
resistance is only as powerful as the attention you give it. redirect your thoughts. immediately. to anything. every time doubt creeps in, think of something else. return to your assumption, your end goal, your desired reality. do it without hesitation. "but what if. ." no. "but i don’t feel. . .," don’t let resistance become the main thing. replace it, move on.
people act like doubt means something. it doesn’t. it’s just a feeling. a chemical reaction in your brain that passes, like hunger, like tiredness, like any other mood. let it exist without letting it define anything. don’t resist it, don’t analyse it. just let it float by like a passing car outside your window. not your car, not your problem. make peace with discomfort.
assume your power. resistance is a relic of a mindset that no longer serves you. you don’t have to fight it, you don’t have to fix it. you just have to stop believing in it. act like someone who already has what they want, and let resistance dissolve into irrelevance. it was never real to begin with.
stop treating resistance like an enemy to be defeated. it’s not a force, it’s a habit. and habits break the moment you stop giving them power.
Scripting in slow burn knowing damn well I’m gonna want to pounce on my s/o when I see them
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 . . .
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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
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.
𓊈 𓇽 𓊉 . sam’s planetarium
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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
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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
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one thing about me and draco malfoy is that we hate each other. NOT in the enemies to lovers way. genuinely. i do NOT like this overgrown stuck-in-middle-school-maturity bully. and he doesn’t like me because… well i don’t know why. so it really does suck ass when we get picked as head girl and head boy in our final year in hogwarts. and that we now have to share a suite. for the whole ass year. at least we don’t have to share a bedroom. i always end up thinking.. will we end up genuinely enjoying each others presence? will the year end with us feeling an ever darker shade of hatred? will we simply tolerate each others existence ten months? what will happen when we bring some friends over to the suite? will he try to lay down some rules only for me to trample on them? or vice versa, since we’re both petty when it comes to each other?
its interesting to think about. draco is an interesting personality. i want to pick apart his brain. (also, i did script that he will end up as an unspeakable at some point in his life, so we will unfortunately (or fortunately!) have the same job until retirement, i suppose . haha.)
i am guilty of this
i need to stop making dr pinterest boards and leaving them with one (1) pin only.
Suzanne Segal, Collision with the Infinite
i 💓 scripting in my notebook 💓💓💓
Shifting is guaranteed. I know you hear a lot of people say this, but it truly is. Nothing can stop you from shifting, not even death. The moment you found shifting and decided you want to do it, you already did. There's no hurry, no rush, you just have to wait for it to be reflected into the 3d. And it's 100% sure that it will, so sit back, get yourself a drink (coffee) and watch it come to you!
WHY THE FUCK THIS HAS TO HAPPEN TO ME RIGHT NOW?- but they say when you change your perspective that when the miracles happen
HOW TO TURN YOUR DISADVANTAGES INTO ADVANTAGES
Instead of trying to reprogram your mind to get rid of your disadvantages why not just turn them into a advantages. I truly don't think anything is a problem when it comes to shifting if you just shift your perspective.
1. ╰┈➤“I’m overthinking everything right now.”
Use it as a DR spiral.
Instead of shutting it down, channel it. Start overthinking your DR. Spiral into the details.
“What’s the smell of my DR room? How does my s/o handwriting look like? What the last thing I seen before I went to bed last night in my DR?
Let your overthinking become a insight of your Dr in small details. Small details = deep connection.
2╰┈➤“My brain won’t shut up / I keep getting random thoughts.”
Let them.
Even if those thoughts have nothing to do with your DR, let them pass without resistance.
When you stop fighting your mind, it relaxes. And once you’re relaxed, your method flows more easily. Your thoughts don’t block the shift—they soften the space around it.
(I'm also a firm believer you can get into a void state by just yapping your brain away)
3╰┈➤“I feel bored / I want to stop / This is taking too long.”
→ Reframe it as a sign of closeness.
Affirm in your mind:
“I’m bored because I’m already there. My reality just hasn’t caught up yet.”
Because remember our senses are last thing that shifts. Boredom means you’re there— your awareness is already there.
Boredom isn’t a block—It’s neutrality, It’s how your DR self feels—calm, natural, already there.
4╰┈➤ “I got distracted / I forgot I was even doing the method.”
→ Celebrate it.
That’s literally ideal. A lot of accidently shifts happen when you stop obsessing and let your subconscious take the wheel. It not you who shifts you but your subconscious. And if you can, use it because distractions can bring you to detachment and help you shift.
5╰┈➤ “I fell asleep mid-method!”
→ That was the method.
You didn’t fail—you succeeded. Not only you can turn this into a "method" now by just shifting while you sleep with no effort, but let me tell you something everytime you think of being in your Dr before sleep or you wake it extra confused or maybe you got a dream of your Dr? It because you were there while your drself was asleep so you just woke up here but you actually were in your Dr the whole night.
6╰┈➤“My affirmations feel fake / repetitive / I can’t do them for long.”
That’s because they’re already true. Your brain is just bored of repeating what it already knows as true. It’s not resistance—it’s recognition. You’re not convincing your mind of anything, you’re remembering what’s already real.
You already are the version of you that has it all.
7╰┈➤“My DR feels too good to be true.”
→ That’s your CR conditioning talking
It’s not too good to be true. It’s too good to be false. Your DR feels like a fantasy only because CR trained you to accept less. Flip the script: your DR is suited specific for you.
8╰┈➤ "I'm putting my Dr on a pedestal"
okay and so what? People put good stuff in their life on pedestal all the time? That doesn't make it unreachable or unreasonable because they already have it. Just the same way you are already in your Dr. Reminder yourself that it okay to romanticise your Dr life because it still your life.
i love thinking about the magical careers i will pursue after hogwarts. like a curse breaker turned unspeakable????? i finally get to investigate the secrets of the universe and whatnot with magic?????? and i’m cool and mysterious because the whole thing about unspeakables is that they literally can not talk about the work they do???? and its not even just that. Being a curse breaker is literally being a treasure hunting archeologist. That travels around the world to collect and restore magical artifacts that may even be archaic at times . its !!!! so !!!! cool !!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAA
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
the urge to make myself the genderbent version of harry potter in my golden trio dr… its gonna happen. i’m cooking with this dr istg
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.
hi hi hi!! because there is a distinct LACK of op shifters, could you tell us a little bit about your dr? i need something to geek out over i fear
hi hiii! i have more than one op dr, because the one piece world is very vast and also i have many ideas. the dr that i wrote about in my “zoro perspective” post is NOT going to be the dr i write about now because it is still very much bare bones and like.. i am very uncertain about it all the time lol. so i’ll go with the safer option.
⅋. ⑅ ₊ 𓂃 my pirate witch desired reality . . .ᐟ
in this op dr, everything important starts the day of gol d. roger’s execution (because of course it does). i, an 18 year old ex-celestial dragon, attend the execution, and when i’m going back to my dinghy boat (that i stole from marines because Fuck Them), a 16 year old Shanks—who for some reason found me interesting—is like. hey can you give me a lift. i need to get tf outta here. and he’s like. devastated. little guy sounds so fucking sad. so i’m like. yeah sure.
and so we set off sailing. and i am a funny funny woman who manages to cheer up this budding alcoholic, so he really takes a liking to me. we arrive at a lowkey island nearby loguetown to eat and the owner and staff of the restaurant we eat in can’t keep their mouths shut and keep insulting roger, so we leave without paying (because only pirates don’t pay) and run away to my little boat after the owner chases after us. giggling and shit. and on a sunny day, three days after we’ve met, shanks is like. i want to form my own pirate crew. wanna join? and i say HELL YES . boom the red hair pirates are born.
and shanks is chill. he’s in no rush, despite just losing his only damn father figure, and the crew that raised him, and all that tragic shit. so we just keep sailing around the east blue, dine and dashing, wearing stupid hawaiian shirts, getting drunk at bars, yada yada yada. one day i ask shanks what purpose i will serve in his pirate crew when he recruits more people and he tells me that most pirates are ugly as shit because they don’t take care of themselves but that he believes i could never be ugly and that i will be the pretty face to look at (OK ??????? OKAYYYYY????? WHATTT?????(acting like i didn’t script this).
jokes aside, i know navigation, i worked as a seamstress for over a decade, and i WILL be a witch (and the strongest pirate on the seas, but don’t tell people that or they’ll try to fight me to take the title). so like. i have a place, always. i am NOT the first mate, because i could never that away from benn beckman, so i’m . the jack of all trades. the ace card (haha ace).
now. about the witch stuff. this is very much NOT op canon, and i could not care less. its a dr. i can do whatever i want. Haki is NOT magic. Haki is a mysterious power that allows individuals to harness their own spiritual energy, right? So about 2-3 years into the crews formation, i realize that i uh. do not possess the ability to do haki stuff. my spiritual energy does not respond. and i’m like tf? i though this was for everyone? turns out i’m a freak of nature. you see, to do magic in this reality, one must give up their haki. its a whole process. the whole logic is that, magic is inherently overpowered. you think conquerors haki is dangerous? try facing a fucking witch in this reality. luckily for non-witch people, giving up your haki also means you’re gonna go fucking crazy in half a decade after. full on. no sanity left. unfortunately for witches, haki is the only healthy way in which a person can channel their spiritual energy. magic is more powerful, sure, but it erodes your insides, burns you up, eats your brain—it acts weirdly as a parasite. you are condemned to a life of insanity and suffering, and your whole body is working against you. still, these witches live. still, they could take on a couple supernova pirate crews at once and get out alive, but they are unstable and do more damage to themselves, really. its the one piece gods’ way of saying “don’t ask more than what you can handle”.
but i’m not like that. as i said, i am a freak of nature (and more on it later). i never got the chance to give up my haki. i was born without the ability. i don’t have a haki presence, aura, whatever tf, and it really freaks out people when they can’t pick me out with their observation haki lololol. the thing with magic is that, if you have supreme control over your body—every muscle, vein, pump of blood, every neuron in your brain, your genes, your inner organs, everything—you can get away with magic. it cannot corrupt you, because you are its superior. power of yourself is power over the world. and i, resident freak of nature, am capable of this (if you’ve read dune, or watched it, this is very much inspired by the bene gesserit). so i can use magic to channel my spiritual energy. and i’m powerful asf!!! yay!!!!! (did any of this bit make sense???? i really hope it did haha)
moving on from all of this. my s/o is shanks. if you didn’t see this coming, idk what to tell you. the man is gorgeous and lovely and i love him very much. i haven’t scripted when we’ll become a thing because i will literally shift to the day after he asks me to join the crew and i just want it to happen organically without spoiling myself. and when we eventually make it to foosha village, we will adopt tf outta luffy i swear to god. THAT BOYYYY IS MY SON!!!!. we will be a married couple with a kid we left in a village on the other side of the world (just realized how shit this sounds omg)
so far i’ve only thought of my dynamic with shanks so ig i’ll say more about that too. me and shanks are (not actually) dumb and dumber. i will enable this man so much its the reason why benn goes grey at age 40. idk i just like the idea of doing stupid shit with this man. especially when we’re young like… its chaos galore. also we will be THE power couple. we are so sexy. anyway
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i feel like i rambled a lot but didn’t actually say much. i didn’t exactly detail my backstory because that is territory i have not yet ventures into (i am too lazy to script), and there isn’t much “plot” for this dr because shanks literally is the chillest mf like . we visit a whole lotta places ig????? idk i’m just along for the ride in this dr ahha so not much to say there either.
hope this was still satisfactory though. if you took time out of your day to read this, thank you thank youuu!!
The End of a Dream - Giuseppe Pennasilico , c.1908
Italian, 1861-1940
Oil on canvas, 99.5 x 145.4 cm
how i imagine my bar to look like in my futuristic “cyberpunk” dr that i have dubbed my “zero” dr. no clue why that was the name i chose, i thought it was cool. i guess.
Bar 'FAKE' - Motomachi-dori Chuo-Ku Kobe, Japan (1997)
Designed by Tsuyoshi Mendori
Scanned from 'Shop Design Series - Design Elements 2: in Bars and Restaurants' (2001)
16 likes on tiktok is embarrassing but 16 likes on tumblr is like winning a grammy
i want to post one of my drs so so bad but it’s so niche literally no one would give a gaf
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Hey Mason, what's your favorite method? 🙂
Hi! I don't really use methods, but I shift on command with something that has been named the ''zooming in'' method after I explained how it works for me!
I'll include a description I wrote for it a while ago for anyone who wants to give it a try :)
The method itself is extremely simple, and it can be used in basically any state; fully awake, before sleep or when just waking up, I reckon a lucid dream would work too! It should take around a few seconds, but it could be up to a few minutes to shift this way. Keep in mind to not overdo yourself, and take a break if you don't succeed after more than a few minutes, just try again later.
For the method you are going to close your eyes, and imagine the place you're shifting to. You DO NOT have to visualise!! but you can if you think it would help you. Imagine the place you're shifting to in front of you, as if you're looking directly at it, but from a zoomed out view. Personally I cannot visualise, so this is all based on feeling, not on actually seeing anything! For me it helps to imagine the energy of that place. And moreso 'remembering' it. Then all you do is zoom in, imagine said place rushing towards you, it's getting closer to you until you merge with it, and in the same thought your current surroundings get kind of pushed back or are ignored.
That's literally all there is to it! If I don't shift, I often notice myself feeling very dizzy and disoriented for a little bit, and for me it's the easiest way to just quickly get out of any place I'm at. Another way of describing it would for it to be like teleporting (although I don't think any of you here knows what it feels like). It's like you feel a bit of a rush, like you travelled for the slightest second, and then you're somewhere else.
It's the best way I can describe how I shift, and it works well for me. Other people have also had success with it based on comments I have received, but it's in no way the key to shifting. Remember that you can shift any way, anytime, anywhere. You can change or adjust anything you want, always💚
i missed my man so i wrote this. enjoy.
⅋ . R.Z.: a perspective ⸝⸝ one piece desired reality . . .ᐟ
“In a rare moment aboard the Thousand Sunny in which Roronoa Zoro thinks of the past, he can’t help but focus on the first time he had met his captain…
He remembers how she had looked at him with her eerily blank and intensely all-seeing eyes all the way up from the wall she had climbed. He remembers how see-through he had felt, as if his not-yet-captain had seen all he had to offer her (three swords and a dream) with one, long look. And he is sure she had seen, as she has always been like that. Always understanding people with a glance, or a few throwaway words, maybe a conversation if the subject is particularly difficult (see: Nico Robin). Always seeing through the bullshit people spew because she is above it━being the type of person that values honesty and bravery ’n all.
He laughs as he thinks of the sentence “What makes you think I’d wanna play pirates with you?”. He hadn’t fooled anyone that day. He might’ve meant it at that moment, but his resolve had broken down at the words she had uttered back to him, full of the confidence that nowadays makes him weak in the knees and his chest hurt with pride and love love love and loyalty, “Oh, we won’t be playing.” that mischievous/kind/silly smile, “We’ll be the real deal!”, and “If you’re the Demon of the East, you must be strong. The future King of the Pirates needs a strong swordsman at her side, no?” and goddamn him if he ever says and lies that the flattery hadn’t made him flush a bit, and widen the cracks in his resolve. There his captain was, sweet and young in a way she hasn’t been since Marineford, convincing the infamous pirate hunter of the East Blue to join her non-existent pirate crew with nothing but her words, her big deep brown eyes, and her devastating grin, and a bit of blackmail (though she always denies that small part). He remembers telling himself that he would leave her behind after she tells him the location of his swords instead of following her into an adventure that would probably make his hair grey before reaching twenty (and he was nineteen!), and he laughs and laughs at his past self. He had (miraculously) found his way around that foul marine base and found his swords, but the bright and unforgettable presence of the girl with the straw hat and big smile was too magnetic to leave behind. He had squared up for a future of watching the back of the girl that had the sun shining out her ass and joined her in the fight against the douchebag with the axe-hand and metal jaw, called her captain, and followed her to her stolen dinghy boat to sail off on an adventure and new life he would never, ever find himself regretting.
He remembers, and he stops thinking of the past. He thinks of now. He thinks of who they are, fours years after the fact. He thinks of how there hasn’t been a single thing he wasn’t willing to do for that girl/this woman ever since that very first day. He is her determined, ambitious, dangerous, loyal first mate and her dedicated, kind, shy, soft, loving husband. She is his captain and his one love, his desires and his lust, the reason for his ambition. He has dedicated his dream of being the greatest swordsman to her, to be the worlds greatest at the right hand of the freest person in the world━the King of the Pirates, to be the protective blade for his wife to wield. And she has given him her endless love, her small and big smiles, her soft chuckles, her delighted cackles, her protection, her promises, her warmth, and a glimpse of the bright and dark side of the sun he though he could never see.”
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wrote this instead of sitting down and studying for my VERY real and VERY important final final exams. gonna shift anyway but… yeah. hahahahhaahahaha (currently having a nervous breakdown).
nevermind that…. THIS MAN LOOOOOOOOVES ME HAHAHAHAH it makes me so so so happy. i would make a proper introduction for this dr, but i genuinely don't know how i could do it better than this━by writing an outside POV drabble of the person who knows me best thinking about the day we met and how awesome-ly in love we are. if its not obvious, i have taken the place of monkey d. luffy, because i wanted zoro as my s/o but i also couldn't out-do the crazy soulmate-ish bond he and luffy have, so ta-da! I AM LUFFY (though my name, personality, backstory, yada yada yada are all altered to my liking). the dr also does not follow canon one piece because i don't want it to. it is self preservation. anyway,,,, that is enough info dumping . i'll stop here for now .