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TAROT DECK EVENT … THE ARCHIVES !

( the masterlist for @gothcowgrrl’s tarot deck event )

i WEEK ONE ( O1 — O5 )

THE FOOL the embrace of new beginnings

FORMULA ONE DR … THE TRIP TO THE AUSTRALIA GRAD PRIX 2025 !

THE MAGICIAN tapping into one's full potential

BALDURS GATE DR … MY MAGIC && ITS ORIGINS .

THE HIGH PRIESTESS things around you may not be what they appear

MULTIPLE DRS … WHAT HOME FEELS LIKE …

THE EMPRESS association with maternal influence

BETTER CR … FROM THE FUTURE : OUR CHILDREN .

THE EMPEROR everything is under your control

HARRY POTTER DR … THE DAILY ROUTINE .

ii WEEK TWO ( O6 — 12 )

THE HIEROPHANT tradition and convention

FEY DR … THE DAY OF THE SEALING .

THE LOVERS love and being in sync with someone special

MULTIPLE DRS … MY S/O’S INTRODUCTION .

THE CHARIOT moving forward in a positive direction

WILDLIFE VLOGGER DR … THE TRIP TO PICK UP SQUEAKS .

STRENGTH triumphant conclusion to a major life problem

FORMULA ONE DR … MY LAST RACE FOR RED BULL .

THE HERMIT gain a greater understanding of oneself

BETTER CR … A MANS BEST FRIEND .

WHEEL OF FORTUNE fate, destiny, and unexpected change

FANGIRL DR … COUNT YOUR LUCKY STARS .

iii WEEK THREE ( 12 — 16 )

JUSTICE fairness, truth, and taking accountability

MULTIPLE DRS … MAGAZINE INTERVIEW .

THE HANGED MAN the importance of gaining new perspectives in our own lives

BETTER CR … ALWAYS MY MOTHERS CHILD .

DEATH typically implies an end

FANGIRL DR … KISS AND TELL : DATING HISTORY .

TEMPERANCE balance, healing, and harmony

YOUTUBER DR … ESSENTIALS FOR A LONG DAY .

THE DEVIL temptation, indulgence, and desire

FORMULA ONE DR … CELEBRATIONS FOR FRIENDS .

iiii WEEK FOUR ( 16 — 22 )

THE TOWER sudden unforseen change

BALDURS GATE DR … CHILDHOOD VS ADULTHOOD

THE STAR optimism, hope, and renewal

DARK ACADEMIA DR … BREAKING RULES AT MIDNIGHT .

THE MOON illusion, mystery, and the subconscious

BETTER CR … A TIME CAPSULE .

THE SUN representative of the universe coming together and agreeing with your path

URBAN FANTASY DR … THE BEST MOMENTS .

JUDGEMENT reflection, evolution, and recognition

FANGIRL DR … SUPER RICH KIDS .

THE WORLD a cycle of life

FORMULA ONE DR … ROLL THE CREDITS

NOTES I PROBABLY WONT FINISH ALL OF THESE && EVERYTHING IS SUBJECT TO CHANGE .

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talk like a teen; 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙳𝙾𝙽 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙾𝚆,

‎ THE GUIDE

lingua franca; 333 event.

✹ as a foreword, i believe in the obnoxiousness and cringe of teenagehood, which is what this is. thank you.

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❊ aliencon, alienzeek, aliensona

“what? so i’m supposed to take notes from this zeekoid?”

1. alien____ describes a person who takes on the imagined persona of an alien form, in similar fashion to furries in this world. they are identified as an alternative subculture, both adored and hated.

2. aliencon is a yearly alien-themed convention in which space exploration pop and media culture thrive.

3. zeek is just a derogatory prefix & suffix, commonly used by rocket o’sullivan.

ᑎᑌᗰᗷᕮᖇ TᗯO

❊ metalhead, nuthead, plasterface

“no…not him, cmon..all he does is sit in front of the vr screen, he’s a fucking plasterface.”

1. i once told my friend that robotic alterations on the body is as common as the BBL…metalhead describes a person who takes on robotic parts for the aesthetic rather than functionality. and if you’re rocket, you’re a victim of us using metalhead against you like the common, ‘dickhead’ or ‘asshole.’

2. plasterface is the modern ‘discord mod,’ personal fave.

ᑎᑌᗰᗷᕮᖇ Tᕼᖇᕮᕮ; ᖴIᑎ���ᒪᕮ

❊ newworld & psychedlic.

“honestly she’s talking a lot of crap for someone who can beat your ass in newworld and nothing else.”

1. newworld (nw) is a simulation program, a sandbox if you will. of course, this is the future so the possibilities are endless, think vr chat on steroids.

2. psychedelic was a popular phrase in the eighties and has resurfaced, just like the hallucinogen itself. psychedelic can be used casually to describe something that’s cool, or trippy.

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333 EVENT … DAY ONE ( MIDNIGHT MASS )

( answering for my baldurs gate 3 dr )

what do you do in your dr when you can’t sleep ? where do you go, what do you touch, how do you comfort yourself in the dark ?

when i was young , very young , it wasn’t uncommon for me to wake up in the middle of the night from the sounds of the floorboards creaking and the breeze rushing through my family’s little tent-like home . i would stumble my way out of my cot and to the entrance , i would never leave ( much too dark and much to dangerous ) but i would watch silently as the world moved around me .

if it was a full moon , or there was enough people also awake under candlelight , i was able to make out the rest of the village hung up high in the canopies , flickering between moonlight or firelight . almost always , i could see the edges of the dire forest , white and ashen trees in the distance . in those nights , i could hear the sounds of the forest around me , feel the netherese magic buzzing in the air — as untrained as my senses were to it . it was a small life , a world made up of endless forest and a small village with a population of about 100 or so people , yet in the eyes of a child it seemed to big ; the enormity of it all scared me in some inexplicable, cosmic way .

eventually , my mother or father would stir , gently taking me into their arms and tucking me into their bed made of fine animal fur . i would watch them blow out the small candlelight , listen to their footsteps and the sounds of them settling into bed , feel their arms around me and let lull me into a restfull sleep .

as i got older and found myself in baldurs gate under the apprenticeship of a stern dwarf ( my life so different and far away from my home in the high forest ) i still found myself creeping around at night like a young child . i would avoid the creaky floorboards and pull myself into the workshop — empty and almost eerie without the flickering lights of the furnace and the sounds of metal being shaped into armour or weapons . i would sit myself down next to my latest creation , feel the magic imbued within in it resonate with my soul .

on these quiet nights , i often found myself reflecting on the simple days of the old : my mother , my father , my village , even the dire forest in all it’s mad, dangerous glory . the city was so different from the forest and the endless stretches of river and grassland i had traversed to get here . i had thought that my life in the city was something so wondrous at first ( food would come easy , a cozy lodging was sorted in days with the potential i showed and , for once , i was around civilisation and people my age ) and yet in the dead of night i only wished for the embrace of a tree canopy and a shaky house creaking in the wind .

in those days , a proper rest became something of the distant past — something far away from reach while necessity tied me down to baldurs gate and it’s endless maze of lifeless bricks and stone walls .

nowadays , after the nautiloid , i sleep beside the campfire , under the stars and warm glow , in hopes of starving away any nightmares or unrest . it works for the most part and when it doesn’t a short walk through the open air around me . the green grass and dirt under fingernails lulls me into a restful , deep sleep — the kind of sleep i haven’t had since the days in Reitheillaethor , tucked safely in the arms of my parents and hug up high in the safety of the trees like a star .

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HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS / FORMULA ONE DR ✷

( or : a tour of my apartment in my f1 dr )

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📍 LOCATION — MONTE CARLO , MONACO : LOOKING OUT AT THE MARVELLOUS SEA-FRONT . THE AIR TASTES OF SALT AND THE GLITTERING SUNSHINE .

FIRST IMPRESSIONS … THE ENTRANCE .

the apartment opens up first to a small hall , a modest coat rack lining the wall and a hamper full of mismatched shoes . the hall leads into a small hallway space , perhaps the most confined part of the apartment , with an entrances to the living space and the stairs upstairs . the checkered floors are scrubbed to almost perfection , if you ignore the fact that there is always some kind of mark of cherry’s pet biscotti : whether that be in the form of some hair floating in the air or a muddy pawprint stuck to the otherwise pristine floors .

FOR RELAXATION … THE LIVING ROOM .

open concept and breezy , with plants and paintings scattered around the space and the centrepiece being a large couch covered in a green satin throw and many cushions . cherry can most often be found here lazing around eating charcuterie boards and fresh fruit with their dog beside them or occasionally messing around with a guest . the space always looks pretty clean , until you look a little closer and notice various nicknacks haphazardly stuffed into cabinets , books with bookmarks hanging out between the pages stacked up on the table and half-eaten punnets of fruit and various other objects strewn about the area . the area runs off into a small dining area with a little circle of table and chairs , often not used in favour of sitting on the comfortable couch .

THE HEART … THE KITCHEN .

on the opposite side of the living room , a decently sized and one of most overly messy room in their house . although there is almost never a dirty pot in sight , it isn’t uncommon to otherwise find herbs , spices and sometimes trays full of baked goods or leftover food wrapped up for tomorrows dinner on the countertops . their shelves are home to messily organised plates and bowls , their pans throw into whatever draw will fit them and utensils almost never neatly separated and organised . their fridge acts as a pinboard , calendar and memoir all in one . however , despite it’s chaotic nature , all those who enter the room are struck by how effortlessly cozy it seems .

MORNING SUN … THE BALCONY .

a small balcony , home to a small table for two ( usually with some kind of martini or daiquiri on top of it ) and , in the summer moths , a pot or two of flowers and flora . used for people watching on slow days or boring nights or to wake myself up with the glow of the sunrise over the ocean and the morning sea-soaked air . sometimes i’m there alone , sometimes i’m joined by a friend or my girlfriend and almost always my my dog .

THE SANCTUARY … THE BEDROOM .

a bed with a lace canopy and soft , satin sheets and a large closet stacked from high to low with designer brand clothes , shoes and accessories , adorned with a mural hand painted by myself . the room is always slightly messy , with makeup brushes , skincare products and clothes that i find myself too lazy to move after a night out until the morning after strewn across the floor . there’s music discs stacked up on shelves and leaning against the dresser that holds a vintage turntop . there’s a pot of half-dead lilies on the vanity that i swear i can revive with just a little more water ( it never works ) surrounded by candles and jewellery out of it’s place . there’s a pinboard with nothing of true help on it , just pictures and silly cards and notes from friends and fans . still , everything has it’s place : organised chaos .

THE EXTRAS …

I . THE COMMUNAL POOL for days in the sun

outback of the building , there is a small garden of plants and tress and , hidden in the foliage , a small pool surrounded by ( frankly garish ) red and white tiles . perfect for kicking back and relaxing in the water or lazing on a sunbed underneath the sunshine .

II . THE LAUNDROMAT for making life easier

laundry day is an inevitable fact of life , unfortunately , i don’t have a washing machine ( mostly because i dread having to go through the trouble of getting it installed ) . luckily , my apartment complex comes with a small laundromat on every other floor : nice !

III . THE APARTMENT GYM for the lazy days

open 7am till 10pm : i usually wake up early in the morning , either for a run with biscotti or , if i’m feeling a little lazier , i’ll simply go the the gym on the ground floor for an quick workout .

IIII . THE GARAGE for my collection

technically not attached to the main building but rather across the street , i have to pay extra for access to a private garage , but it’s more than worth it .

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thinking of #her again

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tiago reis corrêa 🇧🇷 aka : best friend and my personal menace straight from hell in every universe .

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”Shifting feels out of reach” what is like, 5??? years of “trying” compared to an infinity of paradise?

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B2B. PROD. BY SOOA!

THEY WANNA BE LIKE ME, CAN'T EVEN BLAME THEM FOR IT!

back when i was still a little scrawny 14-year-old trainee, i was known among other bighit trainees for 2 things. 1) my inability to shut the fuck up, and 2) my insane musical talent.

so, while my inability to shut the fuck up and unhinged personality got me into a lot of trouble with staff, i was never let go from the company, because i was just that talented. and what company is dumb enough to let go of that kind of potential?

which leads us to the present day: me, being known as one of, if not the, best producers in the k-industry. not to toot my own horn (actually, yes, to toot it just a little), but the proof is in the work i've done over the years.

SCHOOL TRILOGY ERA EST. 2013-2014 AGE. 15-17Y/O interlude, like, path (2cool4skool) if i ruled the world, coffee, satoori rap (o!rul8,2?) where you from, tomorrow, jump (skool luv affair) rain, look here (dark&wild)

** kudos to the band me n my friends had in middle school where i played guitar. .. ur the reason why tomorrow exists

TMBMIL TRILOGY ERA EST. 2015-2016 AGE. 17-18Y/O intro: 화양연화, converse high (tmbmil pt.1) run, whalien 52, ma city, outro: house of cards (tmbmil pt.2) house of cards full length (tmbmil: young forever) intro: youth, wishing on a star (youth)

WINGS ERA EST. 2016-2017 AGE. 18-19Y/O intro: boy meets evil, blood sweat & tears, obsession (my solo), begin, lie, am i wrong, interlude: wings (wings) outro: wings, a supplementary story: you never walk alone (you never walk alone)

LOVE YOURSELF ERA EST. 2017-2018 AGE. 19-20Y/O dimple, pied piper, outro: her (love yourself 承 her) intro: ringwanderung (face yourself) intro: singularity, the truth untold, 134340, anpanman (love yourself 轉 tear) trivia起: just dance, IDOL (love yourself 結 answer)

MAP OF THE SOUL ERA EST. 2019-2020 AGE. 21-22Y/O intro: persona, interlude: shadow, black swan, louder than bombs, we are bulletproof: eternal, outro: ego (mots:8) HOME (mots: persona)

BE ERA EST. 2020-2021 AGE. 22-23Y/O telepathy, dis-ease, stay (be)

me 🤝 creating the sexiest sounding songs with the most devastating lyrics

anyways, moving on. .. CHAPTER TWO ERA!!! 🔥🔥🔥

soooo *cough* *cough* be prepared to witness the birth of my first child. .. my solo debut.

released on my birthday, 311023, FKA me (formerly known as me) is my debut studio album. the album blends R&B, alternative pop, and electronic influences and received generally favourable reviews from critics, who praised my openness and versatility. the album contains the singles NEW WOMAN, like SOOA and TALK.

THE TRACK LIST. intro: FKA, NEW WOMAN, like SOOA, back2back, TALK filter, flowers, perfect 10, saturn

the album sold 1,095,936 copies in south korea during its first week, setting the record for the highest first-week sales among female artists domestically and making me the first female soloist to surpass the 900,000-copy mark in one week. 

the album’s title track "like SOOA" charted at #1 for ten consecutive weeks on the billboard global 100 and #2 on the billboard global 200 for seven consecutive weeks. the album also debuted at number one on the gaon album chart in south korea and topped the billboard world albums chart, even entering the billboard global 200 again.

the music video for, "NEW WOMAN" became the most-viewed video by a soloist in 24 hours with 80 million views, for which i earned two guinness world records. 

i actually already posted about my solo debut but then i had a diff idea :') so sorry if you've already seen this lmfaoo

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. ✦ ݁ ˖ cezera / cherry ｡ 19 ｡ they/any ｡ queer .

( their mind , their scrapbook )

THE STARS IN YOUR HANDS … THEIR MULTIVERSES !

( aka : the scripted && active drs )

SHUT UP . AND DRIVE : they wear the smell of rubber and motor oil like a second skin and set fashion trends while grocery shopping . even on the tracks , adrenaline rushing through their veins from the screech of tires and the cheer in their ears , they look beyond at the horizon . fans would say the era of them was one of nostalgia long before they ever thought of stepping on the gas pedal for the last time .

VIENNA WAITS . FOR YOU : in a villa on the italian coast an artist lives their best life beside their muse and pet . their art is hung high in galleries and the lounges of the rich : everyone knows their work , but very few know the illusive artist that took the world by storm .

HUNGRY FOR . LIFE : glitter , glitz and glamour . ghouls , ghosts and gods . beneath the blinding lights and the shadows of things that go bump in the nights of new vegas , a city blocked off from the rest of the world and dying between a forever night and blood - hungry teeth , a failed popstar makes a deal with an eldritch god to get big ( for a price , of course ! )

THE HAUNTED . MANSION : where they can be found dressing up their pets in the finest jewels , travelling the world with their partner and playing their favourite games on stream . perhaps they are a little haunted , or perhaps they are the one doing the haunting — either way , youtuber and influencer cezera never truly dies .

THE OTHER LIVES OF CEZERA … in the mind’s eye .

( aka : the inactive && the unscripted )

THANK YOU . FOR THE MUSIC : microphone in one hand , the keys of a piano under the other : singing in small hole in the wall bars to packed stadiums with their bandmates right beside them . a mix of gothic and vampire - eque and sprawling classical french renaissance sounds ( also known as : vkei band dr )

UNDER THE . WILLOW TREE : they spend their days dancing under moonlight and walking barefoot through dew-wet meadows . the seelie court whispers of a missing unseelie princess while they link pinkies in a bounding vow with their lover ( also known as : fey dr )

ONE OF THOSE . WITCHES BABE : hogwarts class of ‘96 , mostly found sitting by the black lake , brainstorming ideas with fred and george weasley or on a date with their girlfriend in the three broomsticks ( also known as : harry potter dr )

YOUR . PAPARAZZI : very rich , slightly spoiled but in an endearing , chic way . found at their favourite’s concerts and a room full of merch , or on the cover of a tabloid for their controversial relationship ( also known as : fangirl dr )

THE . TINKERER : perpetually covered in soot and the tincture of magic , you never know if something they’ve tinkered with might explode in your face . butter hands , bad leadership and a bucket of luck ( also known as : baldurs gate dr )

THE ECHO . OR THE ANSWER : 1960’s dark academia art school meets the strange and the supernatural , if dead poet’s society met werewolves and vampires ( also known as : dark academia dr )

THE TIGERS . EYE : humid sunshine , tall grass , a camera and an with a unending fascination . armed with a camera and a magnetic personality , they travel the globe to catch a glimpse of the breathtaking natural world and share it with others ( also known as : wildlife vlogger dr )

layout inspired by @girlberrie & @vivimoss .

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〝 BUT THEN I WAS REBORN… AS A WITCH. 〞

₊˚⊹ vienna's august shifting event based on tarot inspired by @laylasverse's alphabet soup event ᰔ

SUMMARY. every week there will be a range of shifting prompts based on tarot cards! (not including minor arcana... that would take quite a while)

i. EVENT TAG. tarotdeckevent please use this tag on your posts participating in this event so i and others can find them easily!

ii. DATES. this event is intended to run from august first to august twenty-ninth. however, this is supposed to be fun, so if you found it late or miss/skip prompts, don't worry:)

iii. RULES. there's absolutely no restriction on what drs you can post about, how many drs you can post about, or how you post about them, as long as they relate to the prompt! you can participate on as many days as you'd like, even if it's just one; you can even post multiple entries a day, but please refrain from skipping ahead as this is supposed to be a weekly activity and finally, have fun and be respectful!

iv. DEDICATED TO. @laylasverse , @juleswld , @evies4ngels , @rrezshifts , @shiftingdisaster , @withluvvenus , @bloodysugardolly , @sainzescent , @cherry-baby-shifts , @gardeniatiled

v. QUESTIONS. reply to this post if you have any questions!

WEEK ONE. ( 0 I II III IV )

THE FOOL. 〝 the embrace of new beginnings. 〞 anything about your first day in your desired reality! what will you wear? what is your schedule? who will you meet?

THE MAGICIAN. 〝 tapping into one's full potential. 〞 what are your talents/capabilities specific to your dr? do you have powers? tell us the specifics! can you sing? show us your discography! can you act? show us what you've performed in!

THE HIGH PRIESTESS. 〝 things around you may not be what they appear. 〞 what does your dr look like? how do you look? create a moodboard of your dr, or your dr self. go into detail about your dr self: do you have tattoos, piercings, etc. is there any differences between your dr and cr?

THE EMPRESS. 〝 association with maternal influence. 〞 tell us about your family! are you planning on having kids/are you a parent? do you have any siblings? are you a nepo baby? you could even draw your family tree!

THE EMPEROR. 〝 everything is under your control 〞 let's talk structure, control, and main character energy! what is something in your daily routine you have control of? what do you eat in a day? where do you decide to go between classes? do you have your own room, dorm, or private space? what does it look like?

WEEK TWO. ( V VI VII VIII IX X )

THE HIEROPHANT. 〝 tradition and convention. 〞 write a journal entry from a day in one of your drs that has some sort of tradition. e.g. hogwarts: the triwizard tournament, christmas dinner, the yule ball, etc.

THE LOVERS. 〝 love and being in sync with someone special. 〞 i think this one's kinda obvious.. anything about your significant other! a collection of love letters/text messages between you and your s/o, a moodboard, a playlist, tell us how you met, etc.

THE CHARIOT. 〝 moving forward in a positive direction. 〞 tell us about a journey in your dr! how was your first ever train ride to a certain magical school? do you want to go on a roadtrip sometime? how about a world tour?

STRENGTH. 〝 triumphant conclusion to a major life problem. 〞 you’ve overcome something in your desired reality - what was it? simply tell us about, or make a playlist or moodboard about your strength arc! was it a moment of bravery, emotional healing, or standing up for yourself? did you win a battle, mend a broken friendship, or finally face your fears?

THE HERMIT. 〝 gain a greater understanding of oneself. 〞 who is someone in your dr who knows you better than yourself? they could be a significant other, a friend, a family member, or even a pet! what about your fandom or the press? is there a paparazzi story you wanna share?

WHEEL OF FORTUNE. 〝 fate, destiny, and unexpected change. 〞 create your own personal wheel of fortune. what symbols, people, or places would appear on it that represent luck in your dr?

WEEK THREE. ( XI XII XIII XIV XV )

JUSTICE. 〝 fairness, truth, and taking accountability. 〞 let's play truth or truth! (you're welcome to answer each question with a dr - or drs - of your choice, you don't need to answer for one specific dr) i. do you think you're a good person in your dr? why or why not? ii. is there a 'bad guy' in your dr who you secretly understand too well? iii. what are you shifting to your dr for? fame? love? money? drama? or just the experience? iv. what's the most controversial thing you've done/will do in your dr?.. come on... we won't judge v. what's your juiciest secret in your dr?

THE HANGED MAN. 〝 the importance of gaining new perspectives in our own lives. 〞 create a moodboard of how you look in the eyes of someone important in your dr. e.g. your s/o, friend(s), kids, parents, pet, teachers, etc.

DEATH. 〝 typically implies an end. 〞 tell us about an ex partner or ex friend in your dr. who are they? how did you meet? why didn't things work out?

TEMPERANCE. 〝 balance, healing, and harmony 〞 create your dr care kit! design a care package full of things that help you feel balanced in your dr items can be something in your cr (like candles, crystals, tea blends) or dr-specific (like a potion your best friend brews, or a custom playlist from your s/o).

THE DEVIL. 〝 temptation, indulgence, and desire. 〞 host your dr vice party! you're throwing an invite-only after hours party... what kind of chaos ensues? who's on the guest list? who's not on the guest list? what's your vice? are you drinking expensive wine, wearing something dramatic, sneaking off to gossip? you could add a playlist that matches the vibe, write a fake magazine article or paparazzi coverage of the night, or describe what happens when the party starts to spiral (affairs? arguments? unexpected truths?).

WEEK FOUR. ( XVI XVII XVIII XIX XX XXI )

THE TOWER. 〝 sudden unforseen change. 〞 create two moodboards of before and after a change in your dr. it could be a relationship, fame, friendship, etc.

THE STAR. 〝 optimism, hope, and renewal. 〞 tell us about one of your favourite scenarios you've scripted that you’re excited to experience! is it something simple like a hang out with your friend? or something massive like your wedding day?

THE MOON. 〝 illusion, mystery, and the subconscious. 〞 create a mysterious letter or message your dr self receives. it could be from the universe, a loved one, future-you, or anonymous! and what is your reaction?

THE SUN. 〝 representative of the universe coming together and agreeing with your path. 〞 create a highlight reel of your dr! pick 3+ 'scenes' that show your dr self at your happiest, and describe them in short bursts, moodboard them, edit them, or even make them look like instagram highlights.

JUDGEMENT. 〝 reflection, evolution, and recognition. 〞 your reality yearbook! hand out yearbook-style superlatives of yourself and others in your dr. bonus: include mini yearbook quotes for each person :)

THE WORLD. 〝 a cycle of life. 〞 create a dr 'season finale' post. how would your journey wrap up (for now)? imagine your dr as a tv show, film, or book - how does this chapter end? write a closing scene, make a mini trailer, a moodboard of your life, draft your dr's 'credits' (cast list, soundtrack, etc), who would've written your screenplay? tim burton, sofia coppola?

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men shifters r only weird if they do it for sex

does that not apply for women also ..

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Comenius University Botanical Garden, Bratislava

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Toshihiko Takamizawa's custom ESP angel guitars

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I want her lipstick stains on my face 😭😭

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OBSCURE MOODBOARD : FORMULA ONE REALITY

2021 PRIZE GIVING CEREMONY. A night where Max Verstappen is celebrating his first World Drivers Championship title, and Oscar and I celebrate first and second place in the F2 World Drivers Championship. Tension is high between me and Oscar after he ghosted me the night after we confessed our feelings. But Max invited me to an after party, and later we hooked up. This is where we started our friends with benefits relationship.

THIS IS PART OF / ALPHABET SOUP EVENT

© rrezshifts last updated. 07/15/2025

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EVERYBODY WANTS TO KNOW … who is cezera ?

( or : cezera’s better cr intro )

in a gallery in south france, visited by the socialites and the elites , there is a painting of a woman ; lovelorn and melancholiac and sweet . there is no description , no name , just the alias that the artist goes by — the painting , after all , speaks for itself . there is whisper and gossip as people walk past , the question on the century plays on everyone’s mind : who is cezera ?

in a cozy villa house on the coast of italy , a artist sits crossed-legged between polaroids of distant travels and sketchbooks of sprawling ideas with no other place to go . the canvas sits in front of them , empty for now , their dog curls into their side , their muse watches lazily from a satin couch in the corner of the room : their world is in one single room .

cezera started life under dark skies ; their mother would say that when they took their first breath lightning struck like a vengeance and the sky rumbled with a warning . cezera has that thunder and lightning in their chest , caged between the fragile bones of their ribs — a wild thing that thrashes and burns .

they inherit their mother’s creativity , her eyes and the way they see beauty and magic in everything . they inherit her deft fingers and a longing to make and create . they inherit their dad’s reclusiveness , his quiet and simple soul ; the small smile that plays on the corner of his lips and his satisfaction with the simple joys things in life .

in childhood , they moved quietly and gently like a whisper from the wind , their eyes hazy and unfocused and head stuck in the clouds . they existed within the haze of mist and morning light and the earth and skies themselves seemed to recognise the rhythmic sound of their footsteps and gentle lilt to their voice more that most people around them would . they walked to the beat of their own drum , carving their own way instead of walking the beaten path , and all who knew them would say they left some kind of mark on their life — a little piece of themselves in the souls they brushed passed on their journey forward .

learning from their mother’s restless hands , cezera learned to pick up a paintbrush and use a pencil long before they learn how to walk . when they stand up on two legs , they walk though art galleries and museums clutching onto their father’s pant leg , eyes always searching and their mother brings them into the small shack in the backyard that she claimed as her art studio . for their fifth birthday — when everyone else got a bike or the latest new toy — they are handed professional grade pencil and tools , a set of artisan made brushes and a book of thick paper ; and to cezera it was better than gold .

by ten years old , they are drawing worlds on a canvas and spilling the heart and soul and something of that wild lightning in their chest into oil paints . people turn to stare at the chalk pictures they draw on the street and their painting are strewn across the walls of their house in expensive frames . they win an art competition , then another soon enough they have a small collection of trophies on display above their headboard . people notice the fresh talent , and notice that their only calling card was a pen name inked on the left corner of their pieces and the occasional sight of a young prodigy curled up next to their work .

by sixteen , their name has long stopped being a local treasure and instead become a worldwide wonder and everyone is asking : who is cezera ? at eighteen years old , cezera drops of the face of the earth , the only sign that they are alive becomes the occasional new entry in a gallery ( sometimes a painting with soft blended colours , sometimes a drawing made of pastels and mist , sometimes a statue carved by careful hands and one time even a collection of photos taken by an old camera ) their name still with the same delicate curve almost mocking them .

some people will say that they saw cezera greedily searching the shelves of an antique shop tucked into some obscure corner of a city or exploring a night market and trading trinkets for spiced food under moonlight . they leave their mark in the flowers that tilt slightly toward them as they walk past , their footsteps that shake the earth and the sparks of lightning in their touch . people will whisper , and rumours will start and people will claim to know who the person behind the art is . still , in many years time people are left wondering about a question they will never get the answer to .

[cezeras]

thank you <3<3 insert kisses here and stuff .. i honestly love talking about my drs so i should be thanking you for giving me an excuse to ramble !!

hello!! i am DEADLY curious about your urban fantasy dr, it’s epic, could you perhaps tell us a bit about it?

omg , someone curious about my drs this is flattery ! i love to talk about my drs and my urban fantasy dr is something for sure … fair warning this turns into a bit of a ramble but we persist

to set the stage : we are in las vegas ( or new vegas or lost vegas or whatever else depending on who you ask ) somewhere in the nebulous future , only the only futuristic things we have are funnelled into making casinos and slot machines better . the vibe is very much that kind of over exaggerated view of las vegas you see in films , all the flashing lights and gambling and everything else . it’s night , always , and the people of vegas are ostensibly trapped there with no way out and no real communication with the outside world . theres a huge crack ( literally ) down the middle of city and sometimes dragons and harpies just … fly out of there like it’s an average tuesday . and also there’s these things called shadows , they come in different forms but always as cold and black as night , and nobody knows really where they came from . they smell vaguely like rot and the new monster hunter business venture that popped up since this whole thing started around 50 years ago is really booming — if you ignore the slight chance of death .

magic ( or ‘craft’ as it’s called in my dr ) existed long before that … although it was mostly confined to obscure corners of the map were small covens of witches and vampires in high castles lived and underground trading halls for magical creatures . the world as we know it is built on ancient magic and the tarmac and skyscrapers hides magical crypts and dungeons below it . when vegas essentially got trapped within this much all came light pretty quickly , and also the fact that vegas was house to these huge sprawling crypts that seemed to have no end and where magical creatures of all shapes and sizes seemed to spill out of it .

i’m a early 20’s wannabe popstar that lives in a somewhat dingy little apartment that looks over the heart of the city . i torture myself while i eat my dinner while listening to stupid pop songs on the radio and brooding that it isn’t me . i want my dreams to be true now but i’m also the type of person that sits at the back of the class on my phone and then complains when they fail the quiz , the person that sleeps all day then is surprised that the day passed them by : all that is to say that i’m a lazy bitch that chronically wants but never puts the work in . i mostly make my money by doing gigs to small crowds in bars that smell like sweat and sin and doing photo shoots for this little upstart magazine company . i long desperately for my best friend but refuse to make any moves until i reach some far off goal of success and such … all my problems are self inflicted

also i have a pet dragon , a tiny one no bigger that a house cat and the runt of the litter . he’s set my apartment on fire a few times , definitely trips me over with his tail at least once a day and absolutely a danger to myself and my livelyhood . his name is vesper and he’s practically a golden retriever puppy slapped onto the hardware of a dragon . my neighbours hate him but he is my shining star and sweetheart .

one day i’m on the subway after an absolutely horrible day . first off i woke up late , then i missed my train to a photoshoot and ended up being late , then said photoshoot was cut short thanks to the appearance of a shadow and then i had to pay money out of pocket to pay for the monster hunter ( that we didn’t even call and just showed up !!! ) that came to exterminate it — truly just a series of unfortunate events . so i’m sitting there wondering when my life turned to shit and exactly what karmic debt i must have acquired to deserve all of it when i see some kind of strange looking necklace on the floor . as soon as i touch it hear something . it’s a whisper in my ear , dissonant and broken like an ungodly choir and it’s saying something but it’s making my head ring to much to make out what it’s saying . the stars look brighter , the lights seem to blind me and everything is playing at full techicolour . and then as suddenly as it started it stops and i’m left with only a mild headache to show for it — and later some very strange night terrors that i wake up to no memory of .

anyway , i find myself wearing it to a gig the next day and the same thing happens !! only , when i get on stage i’m playing the best that i ever have : people for the first time are properly listening to my music . i soon realise that this necklace seems to make everything go my way when i wear it , heck i can even take on shadows when i’m wearing it … and yeah , sometimes it whispers strange , unintelligible things to me and i find myself struck with the strange urge to do nonsense things sometimes and have the crypts always looked so damn enticing ??? but , it’s easy to ignore all of the strange things when you’re suddenly thrust into stardom faster than you can process it all …

the genre is very much dumb stupid protagonist vs the world with a sprinkle of action , dungeon crawling , mystery , eldritch horror and possibly the most frustrating romance you will ever have the displeasure of laying your eyes on .